#i want to shave my head if you couldnt tell

[faghubby]

EMBRACING THE TRUTH (part 2 of truth)

Sara continued to push me. I soon excepted that I was gay, well at least bi. But Sara just told me I was gay. It had been weeks since that dinner with Allen. And how things had changed.

Sara bought me my own panties, she particularly thought sexy is better, she wore cotton bikini style mostly. But had me in lace bright colored thongs. After that first night sucking Allen's cock became more of a weekly ritual. Between Sara and Allen i learned how to give a proper blowjob. I couldnt take all of him but could take several inches down my throat. Sara also often made me consume my own cum regularly. Sara also bought a strapon and fucked my ass with it. This along with having me shave off most of my body hair. Still had hairy legs. So It wouldn't look odd if I wore shorts.

"I have a date tonight" Sara whispered in my ear as she grabbed my ass. The boys sitting only ten feet away. I turned quick and looked at her. As if reading my mind.

"You have Allen, shouldn't I have a man as well?" She whispered grabbing my quickly growing cock thru my pants.

"Would you like me to bring home a messy cream pie for you to eat?" She giggled. I couldn't say anything, stunned a bit scared. I just held her.

After dinner she headed to the bedroom. I followed. The boys down in the basement playing video games.

"Sara who is this guy?" I asked

"Why, so you can try and steal him?" Sara laughed. "Take off your shorts" she commanded. I did as I was told. I stood before her wearing a blue thong with lace around the legs and waist and a little bow just above the new wet spot forming in them.

"I want you to wear this whi,e I am out" Sara said handing me a Victoria secret bag. Inside was a pink baby doll nightie with matching panties.

"But the boys?" I wimpered.

"Might as well learn that their daddy is a cum sucking sissy" she told me.

"Everyone else will know soon enough" she told me.

"What?" I stuttered

"Didn't I tell you, sorry I want to start pimping out that sweet ass of yours" Sara told me. As I stood there my dick throbbing and the wet spot growing.

"You like this idea I see" Sara said.

"Sara you can't be serious" I pleaded.

"Tell you what, if all goes well tonight and I come home with a snack for you, if you eat it all without complaint. I will let you pick one person that I choose to tell all about your cum sucking habits" Sara told me.

"Okay, I will" I told her thinking I had won.

"Your still wearing that tonight" Sara smiled. I watched as she got ready for her date. She wore sexy lingerie I had never seen must be new I thought. As she went to leave she kissed me.

"Shave the rest of your boy hair off as well" Sara told me. She made a loom like it was not open for discussion. I headed straight to the bathroom and drew a bath. Spent the next hour removing any remaining body hair. Then put on the nightie and thong.

I hid in our room the rest of the night to avoid the boys.

Sara returned after two hours. She came straight to the bedroom. And found me waiting she stripped and laid on the bed spreading her legs.

I knew I had to, I dove in and sucked out more cum then I had ever seen before.

"Get it all, he came in me twice" Sara told me.as I did I dry hummed her leg.

"Yeah, hump my leg sissy, after a real man fucked me" she moaned. A little too loud I thought. I sucked a stranger cum from my wife. And I loved it. I lifted my face covered in Sara's and her lovers juices.

"My little faggot didn't cum?" Sarea teased her foot now against my balls.

"Please" I begged.

"My little boy shaved his legs all smooth, do you think Allen will aprove?" She teased. Allen didn't care. He had me suck his cock while fully clothed. And she knew it. Didn't stop her from teasing me about it keeping it in the back of my mind.

"Did you show our boys what a bitch their father is?" Sara asked. I blushed. I don't know what I would do if the boys found out. Sara leaned forward and put my dick in her mouth I lost it coming as soon as she did. Sara then kissed me feeding me my own cum.

"I sucked Dan cock to" telling me her lovers name. "He has a big black cock" she said showing me a pic of him naked. His cock swinging between his legs.

"Yes he is huge" Sara giggled. "Jealous?" She smiled.

"Still horny?" She asked. "Want more?"

"Yes" I moaned as she grabbed my ass.

"I bought something" Sara smiled opening her purse. She pulled out a dildo with a harness.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your faggot ass" Sara said quite loud.

"Yes, fuck my ass" I said.

"No, ask right" Sara said. As she tightened the straps.

"Please, fuck my faggot ass" I begged.

"You're going to tell Diane all about how you love cum and beg for your ass to be fucked" Sara told me as she pushed her lubed pink toy into my ass. Diane was her best friend, I have known her as long as I known Sara.

"Dan fucked me just like this" Sara told me. For ten minutes she pounded my ass. I moaned and begged for more. Before she stopped and cuddled up spooning me. She held me until I fell asleep.

Sara was already up when I got out of bed. I showered the smooth skin felt exciting as the water danced across it. I reached back to feel my ass. It was still stretched easily fitting three fingers inside. Sara met me as I got out of the shower.

"You will wear this today" Sara said handing me a flower print dress. She also gave me a bra and panty set to wear.

"Sara the boys?" I asked.

"Already gone for the day" Sara told me. I got dressed.

"Allen called" Sara teased. " He needs you right away" I looked down atthe dress.

"You look perfect, better hurry across the street" Sara told me.

"Sara I can't" I said shaking.

"Yes you can and will" she produced a butt plug seemingly out of thin air. She pushed me over the counter and pushed in lube followed by the plug. "Now get going" she told me. Leading me to the front door. She practically pushed me out. I didn't even look around I ran as fast as I could to Allen's house. I knocked he left me waiting for what seemed like forever before he opened the door. I pushed past him.

"What's the rush, you look so cute" he laughed lifting my dress.

"You have become a true little sissy faggot haven't you?" He said having me spin. He tapped on my ass pushing on the plug. I looked up at him and sank to my knees. As he sat down. I unbuttoned hos pants and pulled them down along with his boxer shorts. I took care of everything making him comfortable before I started to suck his big cock.

"You really love sucking cock don't you, princess" Allen said pulling on my hair. I did, I liked sucking his big cock, I liked that Sara was fucking some guy. I liked that Allen called me princess, I liked that someone would see me in this dress. I liked how my smooth skin felt, I realized I didn't like wearing my boy clothes any more. I didn't even want to make love to Sara, I looked forward to her pegging me with her strapon instead. I thought of all this as I managed to deep throat Allen. Suddenly he grabbed my head and held it as he came down my throat. He leaned back catching his breath

"That was fucking amazing" he told me. "I mean it no one had ever sucked my dick like that" I beemed with pride still on my knees. I realized ihad cum in my panties while sucking his cock. I had not even realized it. I stood up fixed my dress and walked back across the street with my head held high.

"You look like the cat that swallowed a big cock" Sara laughed as I walked in.

"Sara. You are right I am a total faggot, how do you think we move forward from here?" I asked her.

"Baby I am so proud of you,well first we have to tell the boys. Then we shall see if you want to become a woman or just be a little faggot.

"OH, i want to be a faggot, well maybe get some tits" I told her. She hugged me.

"We shall see" she told me. Sending me to go brush my teeth.

[pondermyorb]

You and I are walking in the woods when I wander off to go look at some interesting plants. You are standing then waiting for me, but I don’t come back after a while. You start calling my name and I say here. You look for me and I move. I can see you but you don’t know where I am. You call for me again and I’ve moved. You’re starting to get annoyed. You wanted to make it to the top by lunch time. I can see you’re getting annoyed but I want to play so I tell you to remove your shoes and socks. You question me instead of doing it immediately and then are grumbly and annoyed while you do it. I move. You still can’t see me but I’m closer and can see you clearly. I tell you to remove your shirt. You make huffs and puffs but I can see you’re starting to get hard in your cargo pants. Now I tell you to remove your pants and underwear. You get a ripple of goosebumps and do as I order with very little protest this time. You then notice my clothes and a small plastic bag on the other side of a log. You start calling my name but this time I don’t answer. I then tell you to kneel and sit back on your heels. You do, and you start feeling a little whoozy. Unbeknownst to you, I put half a sleeping pill in your water about 30 minutes ago. You are in the perfect spot and once you pass out I come over and tie your hands together and throw the rope over a very sturdy branch above you. I make a pulley and pull you up to standing but your toes barely touching the forest floor. I then tie your feet to a spreader bar. It took me much longer than expected to hoist you up, so you are already coming to. As you awaken you look at me and see me holding a knife and a birch branch. You try to ask me what that’s for, but you’re still too out of it to speak clearly . I start explaining anyway. The birch branch is for your disobedience and grumbling earlier. You get 5 swats per grumble or groan about removing your clothes. You earned 50 swats which is a perfect even number. You start to try and beg me not to. That that is way too many. I look you dead in the eye and you can tell by my face there is no getting out of it. You start to look around and see if you can figure out how you’re trussed up. You notice you can’t really move because your legs are spread and you’re on your tippy toes. You are looking at your hands and I ask if you still have good blood flow to your fingers. You look at me and nod taking a big swallow of fear and nervousness. I’ve shaved the branch down to an appropriate smoothness and go behind you. You feel as I lightly rub it on your ass cheeks and you know you will deeply regret the disobedience. I tell you to count out loud and thank me after each one. I start and you count “one, thank you mistress” “two, thank you mistress” and so on. By 50 you can barely get it out and are sobbing. The pain is so bad but it also clears the mind so well. I stop and you thank me profusely for the correction. I ask if I can now get to what I was planning on doing before you so rudely grumble and disobeyed me. You say “please mistress” and I get some lube and start stroking you. I bring you to edge after edge and tickle you in between. You get so overstimulated and mindless there’s nothing to do but hang there and moan. Then I let you down and you feel jarred out of sub space. I was not prepared to have to punish you so I didn’t bring anything to aid the healing of your ass. I give you your clothes and tell you to get dressed so we can finish our hike. We both have our clothes on and walk oof into the sun for lunch.

Ffuckk this wass an amazing read, couldnt help but touch as I read~

Absolutely loved the part with you spiking my drink, I’d let you have full access to all my food and drink if there was the slightest chance of you slipping me anything to fuck with my head or make me pliable for you~

Shittt broght myself to the esge just thinking about bein your free use free to drug fuck doll…

[toomuchracket]

following on from anon wanting to talk about smutty matty… thinking about you meeting him at a dinner party for your friends bday or engagement or smth (and maybe he had to leave straight from studio so you couldnt go together) and him trying to find any excuse to leave early because he wants to rip your dress off of you xoxo

i had another ask in the inbox that i'm going to modify slightly to fit in this one (anon who sent it i hope you don't mind!): being at dinner w your family and matty touching your thighs under the table and eventually going up stairs away from your family and him fucking you but you have to be quiet

ok! so let's say that you actually all go away for the weekend to celebrate your friend's 30th - he hires a big house somewhere out in the country, with its own pool and all that, and every couple has, like, their own suite/apartment within it. on the friday night, you're kicking off celebrations with a big dinner party in the MASSIVE kitchen, like a proper catered one, and it's a somewhat dressy event - you've got a gorgeous dark green velvet dress, asymmetric hem sitting right above your knee, with a DEEP sweetheart neckline (like, your boobs look tasteful but still absolutely incredible), and matty hasn't seen it at all. like you said, he comes to the house straight from the studio, meets your friend at the door and heads up to get changed without seeing you (you've been roped into helping make cocktails). anyway, matty comes downstairs freshly showered and shaved about half an hour later, in one of his fancy shirts and dress trousers (the polka dot saint laurent one he had on at the show the other night), and stops dead in his tracks when he walks into the kitchen and sees you standing there with your aperol spritz, talking with one of your girls. like, the man loses all coherent thoughts other than you in that dress, and literally cannot move until one of your other girls comes up beside him and goes "i know. she looks unreal", and matty turns to her and just goes "... i am punching so far above my weight", and your friend laughs. and you turn at the noise, beaming when you see matty, and walk over to him (on shaky legs, because he's so hot your knees go a bit weak) like "hi handsome", kissing him quickly and then asking "do you like my dress?" - matty's eyes go wide and he's like "do i like it? you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. honestly, sweetheart". and you blush and kiss him again and say "so you'd want to see it again?", and matty winks and says "preferably the next time i see it it'll be on the bedroom floor" and you're like "... that could be arranged" and matty gets so eager like "how about right now? we could say i had a migraine after recording all day and we need to go to bed!". and you giggle at his enthusiam but you say "we've been here for ten mins babe, we can't leave so soon! and dinner's about to start", and matty pouts but he knows you're right.

however, you being right doesn't deter him in the SLIGHTEST - throughout the hours-long meal, which is lovely, matty keeps up the compliments in your ear, alongside fantasies of what he wants to do when he gets you out of the dress, and asks you if the two of you can leave yet between every course. his worst behaviour, though, is during the champagne toast to the birthday boy after dinner - matty keeps one hand on the bottom of his coupé glass, but his other starts to creep up your thigh towards the hem of your dress, and then under it towards your lace-covered slit. and you just let him, because you're feeling needy for your extremely sexy boyfriend too, let matty's fingers dip behind your panties and drag up through your wetness towards your clit. when he touches it, your legs jerk, but you manage to keep control of your body, leaning over to matty and whispering "do you still have that migraine? maybe it's time for you to go to bed" and matty's like YES. so you bid farewell to your friends and tell them you'll see them tomorrow.

the two of you run up to your room, and literally as soon as you get in the door matty's borderline TEARING your dress off as you step out of your heels and get to work on his shirt. he groans when he sees you've no bra on, and starts kissing and sucking all over your chest while you undo the button on his trousers, and within about 3 mins of being in the room you're both fully naked on the bed kissing and grinding. and i think you're both so desperate that there's no need for foreplay or just anything other than matty being inside you - you offer to go down on him first, but he's like "babe i need to fuck you properly right now, please". and who are you to deny him, when you're as soaked and whiny as you are? so you line matty up, and he's inside you with one powerful thrust, just fucking you hard and fast and talking dirty in your ear, hand over your mouth so you don't scream, until you explode and he follows suit in seconds. and THEN you spend the rest of the night going down on each other, fucking until you're both on the verge of passing out, then falling asleep together. and the next morning, when matty catches sight of that green dress on the floor, there may or may not be a repeat of some of the previous night's activities... <3

[crazyforkasey-blog]

I will always find you

Chapter 6

Eindhoven

Jo

I watched in disgust while the men and women of Eindhoven shaved the head of the women who had slept with the Germans I knew I might have felt different if I had lived in the town during the occupation, but right now all I felt was disgust. No reason for the rest of the civilization to stoop to level of the Nazis.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and before I knew it, I was wrapped up in a hug and I heard Anna let out a scream of happiness.

"I can't believe you are here, how are you here?" Anna asked.

"I been working with resistance on this cluster fuck" I responded and looked out over the crowd over Annas shoulder.

Anna looked at what was going on in front of us, I could tell she felt just as disgusted as i did, but she also knew she couldnt stop it.

We started to walk together tru the crowd of people, the officers had a hard time getting the men to move a young lieutenant was screamin "Keep moving, keep moving", but the men enjoyed the kisses and the booze to much.

My gaze kept searching the crowd for him, I knew he had to be there.

"He is with Welsh" Anna said, hugged me again and disappeared into the crowd.

Nix

This whole operation was panning out to be shit show, I thought to myself. I was tired and just wanted the whole operation to be over, hell I wanted the war to be over.

The british red devils had been stopped by a greater german force around Arnhem, but radio communication was spares, due to the british radio having little to no transmission.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Anna hurry thru the crowd, and I followed her, I noticed how she stopped and stared at Spiers, who had a Dutch woman wrapped around him, while he smiled at her.

Nix wondered if Spiers would ever realize how much Anna cared for him. They had seemed so happy last christmas i Albourne, when they danced and spiers had kissed under the mistletoe in front of the pub full of men.

While I stood there, I recognized the shape of a woman standing on the edge of a fountain waving to me Jo, but before I could reach her, she was gone.

Jo

There he was the handsome SOB. I gave him a quick wave and disappeared with my mates.

That night Easy and the rest of the battalion had dug in on the outskirts of town and I and went in search of Nixon, I knew I would probably find him somewhere he would be left alone, it seemed like he always needed a little peace and quiet after a big push.

I passed the line where Dog company had dug in and when I met Spiers, I gave him a dirty look, I wanted to tell him to just set Anna free or kiss already.

"Lieutenant" I greeted him, speirs just noded

I found Nix smoking while watching the stars and for once I didn't jump him right away. I put her arms around him and hugged him, I kissed his neck and just let him hold me.

Nix

For once she just let me hold her and nothing was said, but a whistle from somewhere up the road, made her disappear like she was never there.

[paintedtragedy59]

Like am i just faking it? Am i fraud? I feel like im constantly trying to claw my way up out of a fucking well. I think, i can do this, and then i end up right back where i started, or worse, while everyone around me insists that these things shouldnt be that hard.

Just do it.

Just fucking do it.

And every fucking time i try it starts again.

And everytime i keep think why cant i just do it? Why am I struggling with so many things that other people do every single day?

I fucking flunked out of college three times bc i couldnt get out of bed, or spend more then ten minuets on an assignment without losing focus, or my head pounding.

I still struggle getting out of bed. I try to do things around the house and sometimes it works for a day, maybe two, and then theres the fucking crash that feels like hell.

I only fucking shower regularly bc I can sh there and its easier to clean and hide- but i couldnt tell you the last time i showered and actually took the time to fully wash my hair. I stopped shaving, i havent had a haircut in years, my clothes no longer fit me and i cant afford or be bothered to replace them.

Ive stopped seeing my family. I only talk to them when they speak to me. Only my mom and my brother still ask me how i am, and my brother is when he wants to ask me for somerhing i usually cant give him.

I feel like a burden. And yet, i cant. I cant get behind thebwheel of a car without shutting down and freezing out and spiraling internally. I can hardly talk to my roommates or friends without second, triple, guessing my words, and get caught up anyways, lose my thoughts, fuck it all up.

I struggle just to brush my teeth, just to fucking eat actual food and wear clean clothes. I feel repulsive, i feel broken and inhuman and hardly fucking alive.

Am i faking it? Why cant i fucking do anything?

I cant even fucking kms right. I cant even drag myself to try again. If all the other times never worked why fucking bother again.

How long do i have to exist like this?

How long do i have to fucking suffer

[3dayweeknd]

heres another stupid vent. very specific kinda graphic at some point(s) pretty much for my eyes only. tw: themes of s/a or sexual trauma, themes of body image/insecurity, depression, s/h, hospitalization, mental health, immplication of violence ?? idk

why does my brain choose the most random times to remind me of literally the worst memories i have. like not even related to each other or related to what im doing. im gonna write it here cuz i dont feel like telling anyone here's all the worst memories my brain posses a) the worst fight i can remember my parents having i was in elementary school probably not older than like 7 and they were fighting in the car and my dad said something that really made me scared and i've never told anyone what he said because its really scary and i think that was one of the first times i remember being terrified of him. i fear being with a man because any man could say what he said to my mother that day any man could do what he said and its terrifying because we were in a moving car too so if i was ever in that situation i wouldnt have an escape. i've been scared watching my parents fight plenty but the fight in the car is something i am too afraid to tell anyone about. b) my ex sticking their finger inside me without my consent. i closed my eyes and was in so much pain and they took my writhing in pain as a sign of pleasure. so when they were done they said see you liked it. so you must not be asexual. because i thought i was asexual at that time and my ex thought it was appropriate that they be the person to try to convince me otherwise. c) same ex. begged me to suck them off. i said i was scared. and i said i was scared i would choke. i did not get any reassurance and i did not get any "okay we can do something else". i got a shush because what if their mom hears me talking about head and then more pleading. followed by head pushing. in which i tried to resist because I was terrified and i was disgusted and i tried to force myself back up but could not and they kept going. i wish i did choke. i wish i choked and threw up and scraped them and cried and let someone hear. d) being pressured into allowing head and then being told i "really stank". ok bitch i didnt want you in my pants in the first place i was 15. e) im literally still talking about the same partner. was asked when the last time i shaved or waxed my peach fuzz was. my peach fuzz is my #1 insecurity like ever since i was in kindergarten. i said i havent in a while. i was severely depressed and was not taking care of myself. they said yeah its obvious and i was overdue for a shave or wax. f) being talked to about buying condoms because ex said "i assume we're going to have sex eventually". still, i was 15. i thought i was asexual. i was severely depressed. i did not want to have sex. but i was not asked. g) ex pleaded me to masturbate over facetime. when i was 15. living at an inpatient hospital. because of how depressed i was. i was so fucking tired i was so tired of faking it. i pretended and i was bad at pretending at that point i just wanted it to stop. and they said why do you look like that. oh maybe because im tired of pretending for you. maybe because i was where i was because i couldnt find comfort in you and found comfort in cutting myself maybe because you were the worst partner ever i dont care if we were just kids. many other 16 year olds have been better partners. these memories are mostly about my 1st ex and i know its been years but i still hurt. i'm better than i was but i still hurt and im still angry and i still feel 15 and scared sometimes. anyway. not sure why my brain decided to remember all of these at the same time stupid fucking brain

[buckyskorpion]

“take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while” with bucky barnes? please and thanks! i love your writing btw xoxo

i know this was sent ages ago but i needed to get mi creative juices flowing so im filling this prompt now! thank you for sending this and thank u so much for enjoying my work!!

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Bucky appears in the doorway look grumpy, lumpy, and thoroughly confused. He stuffs his hands in his oversized hoodie and glares at you from the shadows, frown deepening as you catch his eye and grin. 

“Good morning,” you sing-song. The stormcloud in the doorway grumbles like thunder. 

“It’s two-thirty,” he says, and you just shrug. 

Natasha whacks you on the side of the head which hurts like a bitch (not that you’d tell her) and says, “Stop moving.”

“What are you doing?” Bucky asks, sounding wary. He shuffles further into the room with a deeply suspicious squint, trying to see what Natasha is doing on your head. You sit cross-legged at her feet while she works - she’s already sectioned your hair so you’re sure you look a treat with the deformed buns littered over your head. Now she’s got the clippers and is carefully shaving the hair at the nape of your neck, moving up in careful strokes. 

“Shaving my head,” you tell Bucky, gesturing to your hair wildly which earns you another slap from Nat. “Duh.” 

“Why?” Bucky asks slowly, like you’re dumb, and maybe you are but honestly you’re just so bored. Quarantine sucks, your hair sucks, you’re sick of it getting in your face and in your mouth and being a general pain in your ass. Training is a nightmare with long hair, Steve always sits on it somehow during movie night, and Sam won’t stop bitching about it clogging the drain in the gym showers. This is what’s best for everyone. 

“My hair, my choice,” you say, and Nat hums in agreement. “I wanna see what my skull looks like. Don’t you ever wonder that? What if I’ve had a weird shaped head this whole time and never knew.”

“You do have a weird shaped head,” Bucky says, “Don’t need to shave it to figure that out.”

“Rude,” you huff. Under you breath, like an actual child, you mutter, “Your mum’s got a weird shaped head.”

“My mum’s dead,” Bucky says, deadpan. Nat snorts and you grab a chunk of your hair to throw at Bucky, but it just falls uselessly at his feet. 

A few beats of silence pass, save for the low buzz of Nat’s clippers. It feels really nice, like every stroke is ten pounds off your shoulders (or scalp, you suppose) and you can’t wait for Nat to be done. She moves onto the next section, kneeling in a ring of your hair on the ground, while Bucky just stands in front of you shuffling from foot to foot like an idiot.

“Take a seat,” you say, gesturing to the floor space in front of you. “We’re gonna be here a while.”

Bucky hesitates for a second. You can hear his metal hand whirring in the pocket of his hoodie like he’s wringing his hands together, but eventually he folds himself down to sit cross-legged in front of you. You smile at him, and he smiles back but it morphs into more of a laugh. His face scrunches up all cute as he looks at you and you can’t help but poke your tongue out at him. 

“You look funny,” he says, gesturing to the weird buns Nat’s put your hair in to hold it out of her way. 

“That’s rich,” you say, gesturing to his face. He rolls his eyes but he’s still smiling, so you know he’s not really offended. But you’re looking at him now and he does look funny - dark circles under his eyes, red rimmed like he’s been crying or up all night or maybe both. He must’ve been wandering around the compound at two in the morning for a reason, and unless it was to shave his head as well, it probably wasn’t a good one. 

He seems happy enough now, sitting on your bedroom floor with you and Nat and the soft hum of the clippers. She’s done one side of your head now, and it feels weird to not have the familiar curtain of hair tucked behind your ear. You reach up to move it only to find nothing there, your fingers brushing against fresh, cropped stubble instead. It feels so different - soft but rough at the same time, scratchy under your fingertips but so good on your scalp. You feel your eyes grow wide as you run your fingers over your new hair again, ignoring Nat’s annoyed huff at your movements. 

“You like it?” Bucky asks, smiling at you stupid. A rush of giddy excitement shoots through your chest, spurring you to reach out and grab Bucky’s arm without thinking. 

“Feel it,” you say, tugging his arm until his hand leaves his pocket. He looks wildly uncomfortable for a moment before he relents, letting you manoeuvre his flesh hand onto the side of your head. 

“Do you want me to cut you?” Nat asks, but she doesn’t sound pissed. In fact, she sounds amused, and that’s never a good sign for you. But you can’t really focus on that when Bucky is now entranced with the feeling of your buzzed head under his fingertips. 

He stares wide-eyed as he rubs the side of your head, and you let your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. It’s nice, alright? Bucky’s touch tingles all over your scalp and down your spine, little lightning bolts to follow his moody thunder from before. All trace of his bad mood is gone as he scratches at your buzz, now, making you shiver. 

That seems to be the final straw for Natasha, who finishes off the last chunk and clicks the clippers off. The silence startles Bucky and he lets his hand drop, looking up almost guiltily at Nat as she says, “I’m done, I’m going to bed. Have fun, idiots.”

“Thanks Tash,” you say, but you don’t even look at her as she leaves the room. You’re too busy looking at Bucky. 

“How’s it look?” you ask, all quiet in your now silent bedroom. Bucky snaps his gaze back from the empty space Nat once took up to you, eyes widening as he takes in the full picture of your middle-of-the-night-breakdown decision. 

He swallows, but his voice still sounds hoarse when he says, “Um, good. Looks neat.”

“Neat, huh?” you say, and run your hand over your head. That’s different, for sure. Gone is the length and weight around your shoulders, and when you shake your head like a wet dog you’ve never felt so unencumbered. Bucky laughs at your antics and you grin back, almost breathless, so enamoured with the cool waft of the aircon on your nearly exposed scalp and the absolute lack of anything to get in your way. You say, “Yeah, pretty fucking neat.”

“I liked your long hair,” Bucky says, and you almost frown until he adds, “But I like this, too. Maybe more. It feels nice.”

“Like a tennis ball,” you say, nodding solemnly. 

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Bucky says with an eyeroll, but you just grin. You rise onto your knees, crawling into Bucky’s lap before he can say anything and rubbing your head in his face like a deranged cat. He squawks and tries to lean away from you without also toppling over onto his back, and you just laugh. He grips your waist to stabilise you both and you settle a bit, letting your legs loop around his hips and your hands to rest on his shoulders.

“You think it feels nice,” you say, teasing lightly. Bucky makes to shove you off but you clench your thighs and hold on tight, all two-hundred pounds of Bucky no match for your stubborn idiot-streak. “You like it.”

“Said that, didn’t I? Turn your ears on,” Bucky says, but he’s blushing so you know you’ve won. 

“You like me,” you say, and you grin, because you finally push Bucky over the line you always love to toe. Teasing Bucky is a sport and you’re the Olympic champion, the Usain Bolt - you win every time. Bucky growls and snaps a hand up to grip the back of your skull. You’re delighted to find his giant hand spans the entirety of the back of your scalp as he holds you in place. He scritches into the short hairs and you’re even more delighted at the feeling that zings down your spine to your cunt almost instantaneously. 

“And you like that,” Bucky grins, all sharp teeth and dark eyes because he’s a devil and teasing you just so happens to be his Olympic gold as well. You make a sound almost like a groan, kind of like a purr, and nudge your head back into his hand some more so he keeps touching you like that. 

“Don’t like you, though,” you say, breathless now so it doesn’t quite have the same impact. Bucky rocks you backwards, lying you flat so he can crawl on top of you despite the absolute carnage of your old hair littering the carpet and now, probably, all of your clothes. Good thing you won’t be needing those much longer.

“We’ll see about that,” Bucky says, and see about that you most definitely do. 

[devildairymilkfairy]

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[yawnjunn]

over your death - idol! beomgyu

☆ sad fanfic bro :( oh and gn! reader

tw: reader's death(?), angst tho

summary: you had been diagnosed with cancer but that doesnt stop beomgyu from loving you

you peeked through your room's window to see the view you've always cherish, a nightcity view...you had requested to move rooms just to see this kind of view

oh how you wish it would be amazing just to walk normally, hand in hand with your boyfriend taking a stroll in the city

but you couldnt do all that...

not with your life is on the line

after the doctor announced that you had been diagnosed with cancer, you knew that the chance of being alive is low and you need to accept that no matter what

having cancer is one of the toughest challenge that you've ever faced in your life. with you being weak 24/7, having to wear different designs of beanies ever since you shaved your head and laying or sitting in bed all day knowing you cant walk properly anymore

after everything youve been through, but still, your boyfriend of 5 years wouldnt leave you

he was there for you before and after you're diagnosed with cancer

and you were there for him before and after he debuted as an idol

indeed, having an idol boyfriend is hard but both of you had your relationship under control

you turned your head to the sound of your door opening, making a screeching sound

"hey my love, i brought you some food, i know how much you hate hospital foods anyways" your boyfriend, beomgyu, said giving you a soft smile as he sets down the plastic bag he was holding

you quietly thanked him before turning your head away from him, continuing to admire the view

beomgyu knew that whenever you do this, as in 'admiring' the view, you mustve been in a very deep thought

he sighed before sitting down on a chair next to your bed as he gently grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles

"whats on your mind, honey?"

you snapped back into reality as soon as you heard his voice

"hm? nothing, nothing at all, i was just enjoying the view" you looked at him with a reassuring smile

"mhm..i've known you for years, that doesnt look like nothing...cmon tell me"

"i was just wondering if you had a good day today" you fake smiled at him hiding away your actual thought

"hmm my baby is worried about me huh? lets just say i had one hell of a day, so many interviews and photoshoots but in the end, i get to see you and thats the best part" he smiled, stroking your cheek with his thumb as you both stare each other in the eyes with full of love

he decided to broke off that eye contact, as much as he loves to stare you in the eyes, hes been worried sick whether you've eaten or not

"have you eaten yet?" he asked

you shook your head no as a respond

he quickly takes out the food that he brought that was in the bag, as he gently open the lid of the container

once he opened the lid, your hospital room is now filled with the smell of fresh, steamy tomato soup, your favorite

"why do you even like tomato soup...its tomato" beomgyu makes this 'disgusted' look on his face which made you chuckle

"It tastes good okay...look, if you dont want to feed me anymore then i can feed myself, i have hands anyway" you gently take the container from him jokingly but he stopped you from taking it

"yah! I didnt mean it like that, just because i hate tomatoes doesnt mean i cant feed you...plus its MY job to make sure youre well fed" he scoffed followed by a soft smile

he stirred the soup with a spoon, before scooping some of it, bringing it close to your mouth

"say ahhh"

you giggle at his childish behavior before opening your mouth, letting him feed you

"Is it good?" he asked

you nodded your head in response

you suddenly had the thought that what will happen to beomgyu if you happen to pass away?

"beomgyu...if i die-" before you could finish your sentence, beomgyu cuts you off

"y/n. you know how much i hate hearing you say that word, stop saying youre gonna die, youre not going to. you'll fight this okay? i'll be here with you every step of the journey, we made a promise to get married and have 3 kids together, remember?"

tears started to form in your eyes after seeing beomgyu being this desperate. he needed you in his life, he couldnt continue his life without you

"dont cry please...dont cry" beomgyu quickly place down the soup on the bedside table and sat on the bed with you, wiping away any tears that fell down from your eyes

"Im sorry..." you whispered

beomgyu couldnt help but shed a tear himself, he hates seeing you like this, seeing you in pain

if he could take away all that pain, he would

he couldnt help but to kiss you, a kiss that was passionate, loving and full of emotions

....and that was the last moment you had with beomgyu before you left the world

now, beomgyu is kneeling infront of your tombstone, with his head down, dressed in all black as he sobbed quietly, with the support of his 4 members behind his back

soobin rubbed his back as a way to comfort him but that didnt stop him from crying and wiping his tears every second

"beomgyu, lets go home now okay? the funeral's over" yeonjun said in a calm tone

beomgyu shook his head "i cant hyung, i cant" as he cried alot harder

the 4 members looked at each other with concerned look in each of their faces, worrying about beomgyu

the atmosphere is filled with nothing but the sound of beomgyu sobbing

yeonjun, the eldest among all, finally spoke up to break the silence

"we'll be in the car, take your time beomgyu"

as soon as his 4 members left him all alone, he took his chance to speak to your tombstone

"y/n-ah, why did you leave me? why didnt you take me with you? what am i gonna do without you now? WHY" he cried alot harder at the last 'why', he's stressing out to the point he cant think straight anymore

he's not mad at you, he wouldn't blame you. ever. he's mad at himself for not taking care of you properly

if only he had been taking care of you alot harder, you wouldn't leave, he thought

[n30nwrites]

Waiting, Nothing Wrong With Waiting.

The lost boys x GN! Reader

TW: depression, just some sad stuff. Daddy issues, cutting hair as a coping mechanism. Small angst with fluff

Synopsis; reader cuts their hair after something happens, boys are there for them.

This is basically what just happened to me and so I wanted to vent.

Set in the 21st century but they still have their style

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It was the text that threw you off

You had never had the best relationship with your father, you joked about it all the time. Used to be the person who looked up to him, but then you saw through all the bullshit.

But that doesn't stop the fact that you missed him dearly.

He texted you rarely (using the excuse that a phone goes both ways but he was the adult in this relationship) and when he did it was just simple things (how he got married, a picture of the new baby, a happy birthday text that guilted you because you didn't text him on his birthday)

But you had started the conversation this time, and you regretted it.

It was just a simple message. "Could I come over and grab my things." One that took him two days to respond.

Things had already been really shitty for you and you had no idea why. Not like anything bad has happened. Just with your job and the boys and the paperwork and just stressing about the future...

You never took a break, because if you did. This tower that you built would tumble.

And when he responded, he used few words. "Its your stuff "

And why did that hurt so bad?

You couldn't really figure it out. Could've been the way it seemed like he didn't care, that if you grabbed your stuff that meant you weren't going to see him again and he just didn't care.

And then the tower came crashing, and no one could run to cover in time.

You distracted yourself, not responding to the text (nor letting him know you read it)

Folded clothes, cleaned the cave, made food, played video games, posted on social media, you even read.

And then it started turning dark, and your fingers were tingling.

Honestly, you don't even know if you were in control of your own body.

You grabbed a comb, a brush, an electric shaver, and some ponytail holders.

And then you just, did it.

Shaved your head, cut it to a different length, and stared at the mirror.

The boys woke up after it was done.

They couldn't find you for a second. When you walked out to grab a towel, they saw your hair.

No insults (like they ever would) no negative comments, just looked at your hair.

"Want some dye?"

Because this wasn't the first time you had done this, and they knew why you did these things.

You needed control. You couldnt control how your father responded, but you could control your hair.

You just nodded your head, before heading back to the bathroom, the supplies still on the counter with your hair laying next to it.

With the shower curtain closed, they cleaned up the area. Making little to no noise and the only thing blocking the silence was the music playing from your phone.

Your shower took a while. They waited for you in the living room (having left a set of clean pajamas for you that you wore for comfort) and your favorite snack was sitting in David's hands, just waiting.

Walking out, your hands found the boys quickly. Pulling them close, but never crying.

You weren't sad in that way, you were sad in some weird numb way. Like nothing mattered, but also nothing mattered

And you just ate, and they turned on the TV. And they all had some body part on you. You laid on David's thighs, while Marko laid on top of you (with three blankets wrapped around you), Dwayne sitting in front of you with his hand on your arm, and Paul was holding your other hand as he sat on the back of the couch.

If you were ready to tell them you would.

They knew that.

And while it seemed like a small thing, that's what bothered you the most. Because you knew it was small and it still hurt.

But you have your favorite people next to you.

You'll tell them eventually.

"We can dye your hair tomorrow, after you sleep, if your still up for it."

"We'll be right here when you wake up, don't worry."

"We got you kid."

"Your hair looks good though!"

"Marko, has anyone ever told you you were heavy?"

"What the fuck dude???!!?!"

[siriusmydeer]

james potter smut alphabet

james potter x fem!reader

a/n: that took from 9:45pm-12:pm then 7am-9:20am THAT TOOK SO LONG OMG

i’m sorry if it’s bad

warning: literally pure sex smut all that jazz

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

that man is the softest dom, literally the DEFINITION. he gives u so many kisses, he praises u, he will shower with you, wash your hair, gives u his clothes LITERALLY THE BEST.

“mhm jamie, too tired” you murmur. your body melting into the mattress as you speak, all worn down. “but, love.” he pushes your hair behind your ears, pulling you up. “gotta get you all nice and clean f’me.”

he pulls you up, his calloused hands gripping onto your thighs, bringing you into the bathroom. the shower already nice and warm ready for the both of you. he’s holding you under the warm water to the point where you might collapse if it wasn’t for his grip.

“you did good love, so so good all f’me.” he says sponging kisses on your forehead, both of his hands on your lower back holding you.

“i love you, my sweets.”

“you’re the only one f’me.”

you were so tired, so vulnerable just allowing james to take care of you because that’s all he wanted to do.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his biceps, simple. he does A LOT of quidditch training to get to his strength. he also takes pride in being able to just fuck you against the lockers from his strength. it also inflates his ego when he catches you staring at his biceps. or when he’s taking you underneath him your gripping his biceps like your life depended on it.

“james- fuck.” you moaned into his neck, his lips sucking dark hues into your collar bones and his left forearm resting right beside your head and his other gripping around your waist.

he started going slower, but deeper. he hit a new angle inside of you almost hitting your cervix. you let out a strangled moan gripping his bicep almost digging your nails into the flesh.

his head dipping out from beneath your neck to slot your plush reddened lips with his.

that man and you’re THIGHS. he’s a thigh man don’t tell me other wise. whether ur in your school skirt, jeans, leggings, underwear ;) his legs AND HANDS always divert to the soft plush skin of your thigh.

your ankles insticntly went to lock around james’ head, he had been in between your thighs for hours on end without a stop.

“james- i’m gonna cum.” you breathed out in a moan. his hands squeezing at the flesh on your thigh, they were reddened and begging to lightly bruise from him doing those similar actions for the last hour and a half.

“cum darling, cum for me.”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

so, esentially speaking theres wizard potions to block out pregnancy. so he would be CUMMING INSIDE OF U. not nessesarily a breeding kink but he likes when your full and stuffed with his cum. he also loves to cum on your chest or thighs because he likes the contrast to your skin and he think it makes you so utterly pretty.

the wave of euphoria and stars dancing across your vision had almost come to an end as your boyfriends thrust got sloppy and rigid.

“pretty girl where do you want it, where do you want my cum?” he panted to you, close to his release.

“i want you to cum inside me jamie, please. fill me up.” you let out a small moan at his constant friction when you felt ropes of seed shoot into you, he rode out his orgasam then pulled out. you clenched around nothing as he came face to you cunt.

he pushed his fingers into you, a small moan leaving your mouth as you made eye contact with him.

“gotta keep you all nice and full, yeah?”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

there’s nothing he would want more than a lap dance. you in you your lingerie you had just bought giving him a little show after one of a quidditch wins. 

“mhm, sit f’me.” you whispered into his ear, placing him to hit at the end of his four poster bed.

“and what have you got going on darling? a suprise?” he said, leaning against his two hands watching you pry at your tie and slip it off.

slowly unbuttoning your school blouse, flinging it on the floor. he lets out a small groan at the sight of you almost naked in your skirt. you walk towards him shuffling onto his lap.

“you did win after all, and winners get rewards.” you said circling your hips onto his clothed cock .

“fuck... the things you do to me.” he groaned into your ear as you continued.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

i’m gonna be honest i don’t think that much when you first get together. i mean there’s been ladies he’s a marauder but he’s only ever wanted to you so i feel like he just gets to know your body really well and he sort of just has instincts. like during your first time there’s those little awkward moments but you both make it run all good and smoothly

“s’gonna hurt y/n.” he murmured to you, situating himself in between your legs as you lock your ankles behind his back.

“i know, but i want this. i want you. i need you inside me.” you whisper in desperation for him, needing to feel him.

“you ready?”

“mhm, please.”

he slowly started to slide into you, when you let out your first hiss of discomfort, he slotted his fingers between yours and slightly halted his movements.

“keep going jamie.” you encouraged

he slid his way into your cunt until he was fully in.

“move please, i need to feel you.” he did his first pulse, light movements when you let an involuntary moan escape the threshold of your lips.

“mhm- jamie, keep going.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

missionary bc he just wants to see your beautiful face, against the quidditch lockers so he can just hold you against them or doggy bc he likes to choke you or pull you up so he can see your back arch for him.

you heard the bang of metal as james took you against the quidditch lockers and you tried to muffle your moans against his lips.

“gotta- gotta be quiet love. wouldn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing in here.” he panted into you ear. he continued as he angled your leg higher, hitting you g-spot as he continued his pace.

“james fuck- so good. so fucking good.”

“you look so fucking beautiful like this y/n.”

“j-james i- i cant hold on much longer. s’too much.” you moaned and whimpered from the back of your throat.

“pretty girl cum for me.”

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

there’s 2 kinds of sex with james, giggly super soft lovie sex. not necessarily making jokes but just giggling because he just tickled your side my accident or accidentally bumping noses. or there’s big dom daddy james where it’s very PASSIONATE but he’s very dominate.

his hand ran down the depth of your curves, a little giggle bubbling through your throat. he looked at you with a cocked brow, repeating his action as his chin rested on your stomach a small smirk on his lips.

you giggled again, your hand running through his hair. you brought his face to your lips as your finger tips danced under his jaw.

he giggled at your actions as well, also seemingly ticklish under his neck.

“you’re so distracting james potter.” you groaned as he continued to pulse through you while giggling at you.

“i’m distractingly beautiful y/n y/l/n”

“quite insuffer- fuck!” you were caught off with a moan as his fingertips danced on your clit. stimulating you.

“hmmm darling, cat got your tongue?”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

so james has that thick mangle of tresses on his head, so i feel like he’s quite cleanly shaven, maybe just a bit of a stubble? but i feel like he would shave not only to make it more comfortable for him but for you seemingly easier and more comfortable.

i don’t think he would care if you were shaved or not, as long as you were comfortable your natural body hair is not stopping him from going down on your or having sex with you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

ROMANCE KING ILL SAY IT ONCE ILL SAY IT TWICE ILL SAY IT THREE TIMES IF HE COULD EVERYTIME HE WOULD SPREAD ROSE PETALS AND CANDLES AND LIGHT FIRE PLACES AND E V E R Y T H I N G. during the whole thing your hands would e interlocked with his, chests pressed against eachother, eye contact, soft touches, soft kisses and mumbles of praise like whew.

“jamie- what’s this?” you asked, your eyes scanning around the room with floating candles and rose petals on the floor.

“well i figured i’d make it special, i dunno.” he murmured shoving his hands in his pockets. you turned towards him with a grin your face.

you grasped his face between your palms lightly kissing his lips before speaking.

“a real sap you are potter, my sap.”

“correct, 10 points go y/h.”

“thanks professor potter.” you teased before leaning in to kiss his lips again.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

i feel like he would A LOT and you would catch him A LOT. somwtimes u aren’t always there but u know what is there, a picture of you and his hands and he makes due when he needs too. but normally he just goes to you because he would rather anyways but sometimes there are bigger priorities then his random hard ons.

“y/n- fuck me...” he moaned, his hand pumping his cock in one hand and the other gripping his bed post, knuckles turning a shade of white.

his only thought being the way you looked under him, on top of him, infront of him, you’re beautiful beautiful body. you were currently occupied helping mcgonagall with extra transfiguration while james was in need... of you.

you had finished early, waltzing into james’ room like normal except you were met with a familiar sight of james pumping his cock in his hand while his head was slightly leant back and his jaw was slack.

you cleared your throat, crossing your arms and a smirk on your lips with an eyebrow raise. “couldnt wait atleast an hour could you?” you teased, walking closer.

“well now that your here, could you lend a hand?”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

james has a daddy kink😐 literally that’s one of his most prominent kinks. i mean your his angel, his darling girl he would do anything for you i mean he just wants to make you happy. and i mean you calling him daddy while withering under him just makes him 😁

“daddy... please.” you begged him.

“ive been a good girl. i promise!” you were almost yelling at him, wanting him to understand.

“sweetheart we’re you a good girl when flirting with sirius?” his face got seemingly close to yours, asking you the question while raising one of his eyebrows.

“no daddy.” you said, embarassed. you had been waiting for james attention all night long but instead he was stuck all up in detention for a prank against snape.

and then when he finally arrived to the common room he barely spared you a word, so you did what you had to do to grab his attention and... it worked.

“so tell me baby, whyd you break the rules?”

“i just wanted your attention daddy! i just wanted you!”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

i think his fave would be the dorms in the bed. but the prefects bath is a very close second. and he surely doesn’t mind the common room or broom closets that are very open to public where you both could get caught in comprising positions.

you heard the slosh of the water beside you, as you moved your hips onto james’ submerged underneath the prefects bath water as u straddled him.

his hands came to steady your hips as your buried your head in his neck, and continuously grinding your cunt onto james’ dick.

“fuck angel... just like that.” he moaned while tightening his grip

“f-fuck jamie-“ you whimpered in his ear, clawing at his shoulders.

“you’re doing amazing pretty girl, keep doing- fuck- you feel so good around me.” he praised you while groaning.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

SO JAMES LOVES HAVING HIS HAIR PULLED IN BED; WHEN HES GOING DOWN ON YOU, IN MISSIONAIRY, WHEN YOUR RIDING HIM JUST ALL THE TIME SO WHEN U PLAY WITH THAT MANZ HAIR HE COULD THROW YOU OVER IN SECONDS AND GET U ON THAT BED.

“so fucking tired.” james muttered walking into the common room after a two hour detention with filch.

he saw your body displayed on the vermillion couch, very opening that his body could just rest on yours while you were in a conversation with remus and sirius.

he quietly sprawled his head on your lap, his arms arranging around your waist as he gor comfortable.

you mindlessly started caressing his hair, and pulling on the tuffs lovingly, that was until you felt a hard pressure pressing against your calf that you remembered james’ small dirty secret.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don’t feel like he would be into hurting you? like slapping, knife kinks, seeing you hurt i don’t think he would find that arousing he would more just be concerned because he doesn’t like to see your hurting. i think he would still like spankings but i don’t think he would slap you in the face or anything.

“so y/n, d’you think you’d try it?” sirius asked you, while your eyes paid more attention on the potions text book infront of you.

“try what?” you muttered, clearly disinterested in the conversation.

“knives in bed.”

you brought your head up to look at him, cocking an eyebrow confused at his question.

“um, probably not. i don’t know that’s an odd question pads.” you muttered turning your attention back to your potions book.

“but wouldnt that like... hurt her?” you heard james say in a concerned and confused tone to sirius.

“could if you wanted too, but it’s more of the thrill.” sirius replied to james.

“no, i don’t think i want the ‘thrill’ m’good, thanks.” he agitatedly replied to sirius and looked at his own book.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i feel like he would like both equally but he’s more of a giver at heart. it’s kind of whatever happens in the moment because when your thighs are wrapped around his head it’s like heaven but your pretty lips wrapped around his cock? also heaven.



your hands braced his thighs as your plunged your mouth deeper onto his girth, trying to take him all in while breathing for your knows.

“you take my cock so well pretty girl.” he praises to you, his hand in a makeshift pony tail holding your hair away from your face.

you went back to his tip, kissing and swirling your tongue around trying to catch your breath before pushing your mouth onto him keeping a fast past.

“i’m gonna cum-“ he groaned and his own release shooting ropes of cum down youve throat cut him off.

he slowly rid out his high as you continue to suck and then swirled your tongue around the tip and opening your mouth to show that you had swallowed his release.

“good girl.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

i feel like he changes pace a lot? sometimes it’s really fast, and deep but sometimes very slow and passionate and deep and loving. he’s a man of many talents and whatever the mood is he can keep that pace.

his hand had one firm grasp on your waist as he pounded you from behind and the other gripped the root of your hair.

“you gonna be a messy little girl?” he taunted you through gritted teeth

“y-yes.” you muttered through moans.

he had just lost a quidditch match to slytherin and you offered a solution.

something nice and rough.

and that’s exactly what the both of you wanted.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

i feel like they would happen from time to time but i feel like he would be more into proper sex because you are literally his only priority like getting you off is all he cares about so maybe there’s a quick a few times but definitely not all the time.

“shh if you’re not quiet someone’s going to walk walk by and hear.” james taunted you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head dug into his neck trying to hold back your moans.

“james- i- i cant s’too much, too much.” you said while biting your lip, unable to see much do you the darkness of the broom closet.

“well sweet girl that’s what happens when you get needy during school hm? is my pretty little slut gonna cum all over my cock while anyone could walk in?” he began to mock you.

“mhm- yes.” your lip becoming dry and chapped from all the incessant biting, “please can i cum?”

“go on, cum y/n.”

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

i feel as long as it wasn’t hurting you or it ended up with you or him like getting with other people he would try it?

“are you sure, m’scared i might hurt you.” james murmured while tying your hands up to the bed post.

“m’fine, promise.” you assured him, that night you were trying something new. both of you had previously talked about ties and bondage and you wanted to try it once to see if you’d both like it.

you pulled on the ropes a bit making sure they weren’t cutting off the circulation of your wrists.

“see? m’good jamie.”

“ok but if something happens tell me, i don’t want you to hold back because i might be enjoying it you’re not.”

“james i promise.”

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too.”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

that man happens to be a QUIDDITCH PRODIGY. HE IS A SEEKER. WHICH MEANS HE CAN LAST AWHILE. i believe that he would stop when you wanted to stop, like he could fuck you all night if he wanted too.

“one more darling, one more f’me.” his voice hoarse from the previous three rounds.

he wanted to know if you could go any more, ready to stop at any time.

“one more?” you said breathily to him.

“just one.”

“yes daddy, i want you, please.” you plead to your bespectacled boyfriend, you began clenching around nothing feeling empty again.

“mhm please, please i want you.”

“alright darling, no need to fret. m’right here.” he assured.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

i think he’s more like “why would you need those when you have me.” type of guy. like i don’t feel like he would have them even for punishments he would rather do it himself, even because he would feel closer to you like he’d rather fuck and tease you then silicone (bruh 😭)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i feel like you would do more of the teasing because he would automatically become obdient to you. if he was teasing it wouldn’t be for long because he would fuck himself from watching you squirm and tease you.

his palm rested on the inside of your thigh, tracing little shapes as goosebumps rose onto your skin.

“nervous, darling?” he teased in your ear while you were trying to converse with peter about arithmancy homework during dinner at the great hall.

“james. stop. teasing.” you said through gritted teeth, your legs squirming at his fingers grazing your panties.

“but you’re so beautiful like this, about to make a mess during dinner? think that’s polite y/n?” he mocked you, he loved that he had that effect on you.

you turned towards his face that was almost touching the shell of your ear.

“if you keep doing this i won’t fuck you for a month.” you whispered, venom like words leaving your throat.

his sapphire eyes quickly widened as he moved his hand by the cap of your knee. you smirked as he was almost frantic by your words.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he wants the whole hogwarts castle to know that you’re his so he is loud. he groans, he moans, he dirty talks, he moans your name like he is EXTRA with it. sometimes you almost have to shush him but he’s not having any of that.

“james, hush! you’re going to get all the prefrecfs scrambling around the room if you’re to loud!” you said covering his mouth, feeling him smirk against your palm.

“but darling, that’s the whole point. don’t you want everyone to know who you belong to?” you flushed and pulled your hand away from his face.

“that’s what i thought love.”

“you know sirius will never let us live this down, bet he can hear from the common room.”

“then let’s give him a show, shall we?”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

cockwarming. if you’re being a brat that’s one of the ways he’s gonna punish you, while he’s working on a prank and his arm is just around your waist to make you stop squirming.

“if you’re going to be a brat angel, i’m gonna start treating you like one.” he murmured to your squirming figure as he tried to figure out a new prank on snape.

you were sat on top of his cock, clenching and squirming almost begging for him to touch you.

“jamie please i need you, please, please please.” you begged him, yet no avail. a determined look on his face as he was scribbling on the parchment.

he swatted your bum, you jolted a bit at the sudden friction of his hand and began to whine.

he looked at you, a dark look in his eyes which shut you up immediately because you knew what that look meant.

“hmm, so you can listen to the rules? good girl.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

that man is big and thick and he KNOWS HE IS. i’d say 8inches hard?

you rested your bum on to your calves before scooching up to this belt buckle as he was standing, holding a faux-ponytail of your hair between his calloused fingers.

“are you sure, y/n? you don’t have to if you don’t want too.” he looked down at you, puling your eyes to look in his sapphire ones.

“m’sure james.” you assured him, undoing the buckle and swiftly pulling down his boxers and uniform pants at the same time.

his shirt discarded on the floor earlier, his dick slapping his clenched stomach. he was already hard from your teasing and grinding earlier.

your eyes widened at his size, nervous how you would fit it all in your mouth.

“what’s wrong darling?” he started to get concerned at your frozen state.

“nothing.. y-your just, so big.” you said looking at his cock and hearing a chuckle in the backround.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

i feel like it’s pretty high but it’s always depending on you, he would rather die than force you to do anything if you weren’t feeling it or just didn’t want too. so if you’re up for anything than so is he.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if it’s during the day i don’t think he would get that tired, but if it was during the night and he just finished aftercare i feel like you would lay on his chest if he hadn’t worked you hard enough and you guys would just talk about anthing. but if you guys did a lot of rounds and you were on the verge of slumber he would just kiss your hairline and praise you as you fell asleep.

“my good girl.” he said while kissing your forehead. “i love you so so much, you’re the only one for me.” his hand dragging against the arch of your back, the only thing seperating him from your skin was the shirt he put on you.

“my sweets, does everything for me. how could i have gotten so lucky.” he whispered on the shell of your ear.

“hmm, jamie been asking myself the same thing.” you murmured, sleep almost pulling you under but not enough for you to reply to him.

“goodnight james. i love you.”

“i love you more, my sweets.”

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

What is August going to do if his little decides to play with his forbidden knife collection? :3

Omg so this took a while and i'm sorry but im sooo happy with this! It got a little long so im hidig it under a cut but i hope you enjoy! @littlefreya @viking-raider

August swore vehemently looking around for the blades he'd sharpened specifically for his next assignment.

This needed to be silent and precise, he'd sharpened each blade twice! Not once but twice!

He wouldnt even attempt his 'arm hair' shave test this time knowing he may have gone over board with the sharpening.

But he couldnt help it, he found it therapeutic running his hands over the blades again and again, it was like medatation for him.

But they were no where to be seen! Hed placed them each delicatly in the rolled travelling leather holster, useing the small poppers to lock each dangerous blade in place and then hid it in the small safe in the wardrobe.

"Baby girl! LITTLE ONE HAVE YOU BEEN IN THE SAFE?!" He shouted down the stairs only not to get an answer, the radio on the kitchen drowning him out.

You were baking, well 'bakeing' he had bought a 'unicorn gingerbread box kit' for you both to make today.

It was a small treat he would spend the day with you doing anything your little heart desires befor setting off onto his week long mission.

You were currently rolling out the gingrbread and he had decided to sneak his weapons into his bag while you were preoccupied.

August never liked rubbing innhis occupation with you, never liked faceing the awkward questions, he wont lie to you but in being truthfull he can sometimes frighten you.

In the bedroom he was as ruthless and rough and demanding as he was at work.

But like this when you were little, you drew out a softer side. Well as soft as he was capable of, he was a stern man in everything he did, even in daddying you.

August huffed and zipped his case violently stressing out he needed to go down and pversee ou before you did something foolish, like tried to put the gingerbread in the oven.

Your panicked hyperventilating and bitten 9ff screams drew his attention immediatly!

He bolted down the stairs as fast as he could, so panicked by the cries and screams from the kitchen he raced through the housestomping and crashing with all the grace of a bull in a china shop.

Oh hell.

He froze, face paling mouth agape as he took in the scene.

Then he roared in a way you'd never heard.

You cowered holding your hand tightly as it bled profusely red life blood poured all over the white counter ruining the sheet pan dusted with what was once pure white flour.

The blood was also over the rolled out gingerbread, along with a very familiar knife.

You cried and staggered over you august holding your wound tightly tripping over your feet to him, wandering blindly unable to see much through your tears. Or hear past your frantic crying and yelps of "daddy!?"

August quickly decended on you grasping a teatowel from the laundry basket on the counter and tookover holding your offered wounded hand whislts snappjng at you in worry fueled anger.

"What the fuck are you dojng with that!? They are daddies special knives! You know not to touch thwm you silly little girl!"

"I'm s-so-rry! OUCH, NO-OO DAD-DY IT HURTS!" You cried out complaining as he dabbed the wound inspecting it.

It wasnt to deep just long, across the whole of your palm. He could tell your slipped and probably didnt evwn notice youd cut yourself untill it'd sliced fully across.

He'd sharpened them that much.

"You will be! By god little lady you will ne so very very sorry when im done woth you!"

"Come on sit down before you pass out and bleed all over the kitchen" he said tying a knot in two corners ot the teatowle making a triangle like a sling and looped it around your palm then fetched a wooden spoon slotting it in the large opening and began twisting it tight making a tourniquet.

You hissed as he pulled the clother thighter and tighter then slipped the wooden spoon into your fingers holding the teatowel still, before raising your hand high letting gravityhelp slow the bleeding.

"Now hold that there, dont you move, w need to stop the bleeding so i can mend it" he snipped grunting to himself. He wasnt worried as such, it looked worse than it was he had tended to worse on himself.

"Y-you can fix it da-ddy?" You sobbed tryi g to be brave but you were shaking like a leaf, youd never bled that much before.

"Yes daddy can fix it poppet, daddy can always fix it" he said quickly pulling out his... vast medic kit that was fully stocked to deal with everything from burns and cuts to bullet woulds and decapitated fingers. Because ou never know.

"A-are you mad da-addy?!" You whined eyes wide as he huffed and sighed dragging his hands through hos hair irritated

"Im not angry im very very disappointed. And you can bet your little ass is gonna be meeting that spoon shortly!" He said vehemently trying to calm himself and remind himself it wasnt too serious and he could deal with this cut.

You didnt even argue just looked down, dropping your watery eyes to the floor like a kicked puppy, and it wasnt even to soften him either.

"Why were you touching daddies private things?" He spoke tyring to take both his and your mind off your wound as he located everything he needed from the box.

"A'cos i wa-nted to see...they were shiney after you were polishin'em" you explained hicupping slowly weeping still as the pain and throbbing set in.

"I was sharpening them poppet, not polishing" he uttered quickly with a sigh trying to find a quaze big enough to wrap in a bandage.

"I just wanted to see... Never gon' touch" you sobbed bijng your lip eyes flickingnup the the now red teatowel, your figers were going a ittle numb from the tight tourniquet.

"And then?" He asked quirking a brow as you before waling to the kitchen sink washing and rinsing the washing up bowl thoroughly befpre filling with fresh warm water and a new clean cloth.

"Then the box said cut round the unicorns with a knife... And I already got it out to look at" you said shrugging a little as he moveed down your hand. Luckily the bleedig had stopped.

"I also says let and adult do it" your daddy chided as he slowly and gwntly unwrapped your hand making our fingers sting a little at the renewed bloodflow

"Im an-adult" you argued weakly then hissed as he begancleani g the wound dabbig it ever so lightly knowig he had to use clean water instead of antiseptic that could slow the healing of the delicate skin.

"Your a baby" he said with a roll of his eyes 'a spoilt baby' he added as an after thought to himself.

"...but im carful never cut myself with my big girl knives!" You agrued then gasped giving a small 'uh oh' you mouth had run away with you again.

"You mean the kitchen knives?" August asked quickly coming down on the new information like a... well hammer on a land mine.

"No... my saftey knives daddy" you uttered under your breath hissing as he moved on to the next stage of tending to your wound pressing the gauze to it.

"What do you mean your safety onives little one?" He said paying close attention to the bandages he was unravling over your hand trying to keep it firm but comfortable.

"My safety knives... i-in my purse?... Incase of baddies" you whispered slowly praying he wouldnt hear you. But his fingers paused for a second before quickly tying off the bandage in a knot and gave you a fierce look.

"You have knives in your?- wait hold-" august frowned and held a hand up singnalling you to stay then left the kitchen.

He returned moments later and emptied your pjrse only to growl shaking his had as a plethora of 'cute' weapons fell out. Hello kitty switch blades, rainbow blades, pink pocket knives and suspicious looking comb, key knives, pen knives you name it! There was even a ... cat keyring obviously meant to be some sort of pointy eared knuckle duster.

"Really poppet? Knives and... knuckle dusters- these are" he began scolding you but you cut him off

"I know i know daddy im sorry-" your apology was halted as your daddy spoke over you in a warning to e, he didnt like being interrupted.

"No where near good enough! These are all close range! If your close enough to use these then your already fucked! No you need pepperspray and a tazer!" He growled quickly picking up the feeble knives that had no grip to them, and wasnt ever sharp!

"T-tazer?" You stuttered tiltinnyour head cradling your injured hand to your chest.

"Yes, they are close range but will stop any attacker in their tracks! You can get away whilst your attacker is convulsing and laying in a pool of his own piss!" August growled becoming more and more aggravated as he realised you had now real way of protecting yourself when he wasnt around, big or little!

"Im getting you a tazer- today! Before i leave" he decided nodding to himself as he binned the now soiled teatowel and wash cloth.

"...can i have a pink one daddy?" You asked not being the slightest bit against having a tazer, it would make you feel alot safer then a knife.

Knives needed a proper opening and some brute force to protect you and could really really hurt someone!

A tazer was just a button and could work nomatter where ou hit the baddy and would kill them just make em gall over and pee.

"You can have a pink one princess... or a lipstick one or a tampon one?" Auguast suggested trying to thinl of the best one for you... he was sure a smaller discreet one whould be better than a law enforcement grade.

"That sounds uncomfortable daddy..." you uttered shuddering at the thought of that... being mistaken.

"Its not really a- fuck it... Right come on lets get in the living room you can go pick a tazer online" he said beginni g to pack up the first aid kitpillig everthing neatly into the box.

"O-okay... but no spankies daddy... I'm hurt" you warned cautiously waving your bandaged hand

"Yes spankies! Absolutly spankies! You take this spoon with you and you can pop it on the table as a reminder!" He ordered holding you with a level gaze blue eyes warning you to do as you were told.

"But my hand-" you said sniffling cradling it.

"Will be the least of your problems when I'm tanning your naughty butt! Now go or else" he threataned clipping the first aid box shut still watching you, staring unblinkingly.

"Or else what-" you started but your daddy was havig none of it and cut you off again.

"There is a silicone butter icing spreader in this kitchen that will be much worse than thw wooden spoon! Now get in the living room befpre i make you find it" he growled not about to let you throw a paddy about getting your ass blistered after the stunt you pulled.

Your lower lip wobbled but yu nodded giving up, plucking the wooden spoon and turning around leaing the kitchen in a walk of shame muttering a tiny 'yes daddy, sorry daddy'

Auguast watched with a stern face, before turning his attention to the bloody kitchen he will clean before coming to deal with you.

A good fifteen mineut wait will let you have time to reflect before he comes in and tans you hide.

[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| Just Hurry up Please

summary: honestly coochie be bangin

warnings: shaving? A very talkative thomas and a pregnant women

a/n: i just read back in my messages and i swear these people lift me up so much, i love all of you who keep giving me complements and etc, i love all of you honestly.

“THOMASSS!” you yelled from the room, currently seven weeks pregnant and craving fruit snacks and mini Oreo packs, it made him confused and ask why the mini packs if they all taste the same, they simply do not. 

“yes darling!” he got up and walked to the room, you sighed and lifted yourself up to the headboard before speaking. “i need you to do me a huge favor” 

“if you want me to get you food it isnt a favor” he gently laughed before leaning against the door with his arms crossed. “no i need you to shave me” you simply said and his face dropped. “as innnnnnnn?” he took his hand and pointed south, “if you dont wanna do it you dont have to!-”

“nonononnono wheres the razor” he asked, quickly walking into the bathroom and looking on the counters and in the shower “its uhhhhh-” you snapped your fingers three times “its in the drawer nearest to the right wall!” you said and he nodded, walking to the wall and opening the drawer. “no these are where the towels are!- wait nevermind i went to the wrong wall” he rolled his eyes at his stupidity and went to the other wall, bending down and opening the drawer revealing all of your feminine products but he only grabbed the pack and opened it. taking one out and exiting the bathroom and coming back to you.

“i havent shaved in three months tom, its gonna get complicated down there” you warned him and only chuckled “oh im sure i know everything about heavens” “did you just call my vagina heavens?” “yeah?” you cringed at him before telling him to grab a towel, non scented soap, a squirt bottle and a plastic cup of water, plus a pair of scissors and a little small toothed comb.

“im not giving surgery, right?” he asked, looking at the small table that he set everything on. “you- shut up” you pointed at him before laying down. your pants are off and the two towels, your sitting on them. tom pushed the blankets to his side of the bed so the main focus is you. “alright, get in position”

“position?” tom asked, looking away confused. “As if your, gonna, ya know!” “ohhhhh” he separated your legs and laid on the bed, eye level with your clothed hood. 

“are you ready?” “yes y/n” “pull them off” tom hasnt looked their in what felt like years. so he was excited and eager to pull them off, but when he did his face stood in shock “thomas, stop. your pissing me off” “sorry i didnt expect id be in the jungle” he spaced off, looking up at you as you gave...that look. 

“whats the next step please!” “take the comb and the scissors please” you said, watching as he nodded and reached his arm over and grabbed the items. “you are going to give me a trim, okay?” his jaw dropped at your words “a...trim?”.

you sighed as you let your head rest on the pillow “i swear im not having sex with him ever again” you whispered “WAIT WHAT??? NONONONONONO IM GIVING YOU A TRIM” he quickly got to work, combing through the hairs before cutting them neatly, his tongue poking out the side of his lips as he tried all of the different ways. “Stop playin!” you yelled and he glared at you “your gonna make me stab you on accident!” “mhmm, accident you say?” he rolled his eyes and chuckled before cut more.

“so how do i clean this up?” “did you get the inside?” his eyes widened. “You grow hair inside-” “no tom we dont, move the lips” you ordered, looking as he moved your lip to the side “this is so strange” he muttered to himself, “be careful, i swear if you hurt me-” “i wont!” he took his other hand and replaced his current one pushing the lip away and took the scissors to carefully cut the hairs before repeating on the other side. 

“take the soap and use the water to lather it up” you said and he followed, he lathered it up before placing it down. “okay now spread it on there” “like in between?” “no no, just above it” he placed the soap on the skin, the soft hairs against his hand as he rubbed it in, small circles all over. “open them more please” he said, and you followed. he got your bikini line “now the razor” 

he picked it up “im scared y/n” “your doing good tom, just do swipes, go up then down, then to the side” “alright, i think i got that” he sighed, “and pull my stomach up!” “what?” “push the skin up” you took his free and used it to push up your stomach skin. “like that, okay?” “alright” he groaned before swiping gently up, he did it but avoided one place.

“god damn” he talked to his self, using the squirt bottle to rinse away the hair. “i feel like i should get an award, how ling have we been here for?” “about an hour” “AN HOUR? y/n im not ever doin this again, i can barely see” “keep talking shit” “shit atleast im being honest babe, i feel like i just gained 300 worth of muscle trying to shave this thing” “alright imma fuck you up” “im just sayin” he shrugged, dramatically wiping his forehead while you just starred at him. 

“im telling my kids they father was a very lazy man” “i get up like 78 times a day just to get YOU food, whos lazy?” he said, biting his tongue as he got the bikini line. “exactly, so be quiet before i bite it” “bite what?” your eyebrows furrowed. “oh you know exactly what im talking about, now let me focus”

when he was done he helped you in the shower, rinsing off all the hair he  couldnt get and you looked in the mirror “really? a land strip?” you said, both starring at the line of hair. “yeah i thought we could get matching ones” he shrugged. “you want me to do yours?” you asked looking at him and he nodded. “it shouldnt take an hour....right?” “uhmmmm no” 

“AHHH” he screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK?” you giggled at his yelling. “sorry! but we gotta get this done!” “why the wax? why not the fucking razor?” he yelled in lowercase, you only shrugged before pulling the other side some and he screamed at the top of his lungs. “NO STOP IM NOT DOING IT ANYMORE” he pushed your hand away “tom its the last one...pleaseeee!” you begged, looking at the strip. “i gain all sex privileges back then, deal?” you dramatically thought about it before he smacked his lips and slapped your hand away “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT-” you quickly pulled the paper off and he screamed again. “OHHHH MY FUCKINGGGG GODDD Y/N” he starred at you while you tried to hold in your laughs. “it looks pretty” you choked out before you broke out laughing him still starring at you. “i have to put on some oil first!” picking up the tea tree oil and rubbing it on your finger tips before putting it on him, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he tilted his head back.

“see! all happy a good now arent cha?” you giggled. “im never doing that again, y/n” “lets go look!” you took his hand and pulled him back into the bathroom, you both stood in silence as you tried posing, his area still slightly red as his penis was just in the air, sitting there. “yeah never again, period” “since when do you say period, thomas?” “since you waxed off my skin” “it was your idea!” “and i regret every minute of it, its only gonna grow back” you glared at him as he gave you a blank stare. “just put on your clothes” “exactly what i was about to say!” 

[tennessoui]

youve posted so many already but im in love with your writing and incredibly greedy so if you have any more 🌹🌹??

oh bless this is super sweet and i love it here is a little bit of part 3 from the roadtrip AU (no theres no part 2 yet)(yes im just jumping ahead because i had the idea for this scene and i couldnt not write it)

anyway POV: you've just driven across the whole goddamn continent so the omega you're in love with can tell his baby daddy he's pregnant and you get to the place where he works and he looks so like you that you're still reeling from it and you'd have said something sooner but also he's such a dick and then he asks to speak to your omega ALONE and your omega SAYS YES so youre sitting in your hotel room stewing in all of this and wondering if they're getting mated RIGHT NOW and when your omega comes through the door you're so fired up you pick a fight and he fights back and then--

"Is it the scar?" Anakin asks desperately, angrily. "Is it that ugly? I'd...I'd wear concealer every day if you want. Do you want to be one of those 'megas who make more money than their mate? I'd quit! I'd...work at an ice cream shop for the rest of my life if it meant I got to go home and have you as my mate. Just tell me! Tell me what I need to do to get you to look at me like you looked at Set that night! He's a dick! Is it because he's more blond? Do you want me to dye my hair? Why are you smiling!"

Obi-Wan is smiling. It's quite distracting and also very rude, but he's got his hand on the curve of his belly and such a delighted, soft smile on his face. It's very hard to stay mad at him when he's glowing like that.

Is he laughing at Anakin? Does he think Anakin is stupid for ever thinking he could possibly deserve Obi-Wan's love? Is that it? Is that--

"I'm smiling because I've thought the same thing, for years."

Anakin blinks at him, pulled up short. "You've thought about dyeing your hair blond?"

The omega laughs and shakes his head and closes the distance between them as much as he can with his pregnant stomach in the way. "No, silly Alpha," he murmurs. "I've thought about what I could possibly do to get you to want me the way I wanted you. Should I quit my job to be a stay-at-home omega? Learn to cook? Shave my beard? Learn more about...cars or basketball? What would I need to change about me to get you to love me?"

"But you're perfect," Anakin says, aghast. "You don't need to change anything about yourself. Unless you want to. I don't know."

"You're perfect too, Anakin," Obi-Wan whispers, wrapping his arms around his neck. "You're the perfect Alpha for me. I slept with Set because I...I thought that was the only way I'd ever get to have you at all. A cheap knock-off version."

Anakin stares at him, mouth falling open as everything clicks together in his mind. Obi-Wan loves him. Obi-Wan loves him the way Anakin loves him. They love each other.

"That was stupid," he says stupidly.

Obi-Wan laughs and pulls Anakin's head down to meet his lips. "It got us here eventually, didn't it?"

And even Anakin can't argue with that.

[smellyfootboy]

SMELLY ENCOUNTERS WITH ETHAN PT 1

I was having a New Years Eve party. I only invited a few friends as I like to keep my parties pretty personal. My friend, Ethan, was sometimes pretty cocky and would kind of bully me a bit but I didn't mind. I always thought it was kind of hot but never acted on anything with him. But boy did I get my chance that night after the party. Everyone else had gone home but I asked him if he wanted to stay a little longer. He was a little drunk and I wanted him to be safe. I was also hoping that if he slept over I would get to see him barefoot. He had only ever taken his shoes off in front of me but never his socks. I remember how strong his feet would smell and how much it turned me on.

We walked into my bedroom and sat on the floor.

"Man what a night.." he said. I was out skating all day and then came right to your party."

"Damn. You must be tired." I said.

"My feet are i can tell you that." He said.

I could already smell them through his beat up converse but just fantasized about how amazing they smell up close.

As I stared at his feet, I noticed his bulge in his pants. He would always brag about how big his balls were and this is the first time I really noticed.

"You can take off your shoes if you want" I said as non chalantly as possible, hoping that he didn't hear the eagerness in my voice. He almost looked excited at first but then toned it back a little.

"Well... I wouldn't want to stink up the room" Ethan laughed and looked to me for my next response.

"Trust me ethan. I have a high tolerance for bad smells." I said.

Ethans eyes lit up. He started to reach for his shoe. And pulled it off. Then the other one. The smell immediately filled the room. Not like when his shoes were on. This was so much more powerful. His socks were orange and black. You could see the sweat marks in the toes. I was practically hypnotized.

"Guess how long I've been wearing these socks..." Ethan said with a grin.

"Ummm I don't know..." I said nervously.

Ethan crunched his toes up and down a bit. I could tell Ethan was still very drunk.

"Go on guess. And while we are at it, why don't we make things interesting and each time you guess wrong you have to get a bit closer to them. "

Oh my God. Was I dreaming ? I'd been fantasizing a foot experience with Ethan for years. This was a new level of dominance for Ethan. I loved it. No way I was gonna pass this up.

"Ummmm... 2 weeks?" I guessed. Knowing I would be wrong.

"Come on, not even I am that gross... come on... get closer..." Ethan said.

I moved a little closer. The smell was so strong. It was Heaven.

"Hmmm. 10 days?" I asked.

Ethan smiled.

"Nope. Now inch closer but this time put one of my socks in your mouth. Don't think I haven't noticed you staring my feet before, boy. "

He pulled a sock off and threw it at my face.

"What... I'm not doing that ... your feet? What are you talking about. That's gross. " I said. I couldnt believe this was happening.

"Fine. Then I'm going to just drive home drunk because you don't like my game...." Ethan said as he started to get up.

"No! Fine I'll do it." I said.

"Ok. But because you said no first, you gotta stuff both in your mouth. Here let me help you."

Ethan pulled off his other sock and grabbed the one next to me that he threw. He stood above me and turned them inside out and rolled them them a bit, smelly part out. Meanwhile his huge bulge was inches from my face. I could smell his balls pretty good. He inched a bit closer and his bulge was literally rubbing against my nose. What a manly smell. He reached down and opened my mouth and stuffed his rank socks in so hard that it almost hurt. The taste was so salty and almost sweet. I could tell the converse that he wore were old. He sat in front of me. Only a few feet away. His big bare feet smiling up at me.

"How does that taste?" He asked.

"Mmmph gwwwd" I could barely speak.

"OK. You have one guess left boy. Get it wrong and you are really gonna get it." Ethan said while wiggling his pudgy toes.

I could barely breathe. My mouth was so stuffed. All I could taste was his feet.

I held up 5 of my fingers. Ethan shook his head smiling at me. Then he waved me to come closer. I inched closer.

"Nope. That was your last shot. Even closer." He grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me down until his feet were right in front of my face. My nose was centimeters from his toes. I almost forgot what fresh air smelled like. Ethan moved his foot so that my nose was right in between his toes. The smell was insane.

"The answer, if you were wondering, is 4 days. Pretty strong for 4 days, huh?" He laughed.

He kept moving his foot around, my nose taking turns between each of his toes. I could feel toe jam in the side of my nostril. I was completely under his control. The smell was so intoxicating.

Ethan reached down and pulled his huge balls out of his shorts. My eyes widened. They were shaved. But not freshly shaved. Slightly stubbley. He looked down at me as he tugged on them.

"Now let's think of a new game..."

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Blade is a fearless woman out in the apocalypse on her own when she comes across Negan in the woods. Quickly feeling a connection with him, Negan learns Blade does not like to share him.]

Smut

Negan and Blade

It had been eight months into the apocalypse now, you had no shelter, little water and only squirrels left to eat. Being by yourself wasnt much of a strain for you as most of your life you spent alone before the apocalypse. Standing by a fire you made in the woods, you cooked a few squirrels you had caught earlier in the day sharpening your knives leaning against a tree. Suddenly hearing the sound of crunching leaves not to far from you, you instantly stopped what you were doing. Putting your hood over your head you slowly began to turn, your knife ready for aim when a man appeared through the trees.

"Shit," you whispered looking at the fire behind you. Not trusting anyone, you didnt want to cause any attention on yourself but it was too late.

"What do we have here?" A mans voice made you turn back quickly ready for defense.

"Dont come any closer." The man could barely see your face hiding behind your hood. Noticing the knife in your hand the man lifted up his hands with a lazy smile.

"Come on, sweetheart. Put that down before you hurt yourself."

"Oh arent you quite funny." The sarcasm in your tone he actually liked. Observing what you had around you the man frowned noticing squirrels being cooked behind you.

"Ho-ly shit. Squirrels? Really, sweetheart?"

Right away you could tell this man was one who liked to play games, arrogant and slick. A man who thought he had a alot of charm thinking he could distract you with his little pet names.

"Stop speaking. Where the hell did you come from?"

"More like where the hell did you come from, darling. As far as I'm concerned your on my side of the woods." The cockiness in his tone made you scowl, he didnt seem intimated by you at all.

"Says who?"

"Says me. Negan."

"Well, Negan. I dont give a shit who you say you are. This is free land now get out of my face before you get hurt."

"Well shit-" Negan observed you from head to toe raising his brows.

"You do look like a you can give a mean fight." He noticed your buckled up black boots, your black ripped jeans, black top and a leather jacket, just like him. Yet, he couldnt help himself. With a smirk he slowly put his hands down and started to walk towards you.

"Dont push me, I mean it." You warned him waving the knife in his face when he suddenly caught your wrist in his hand. Still, you moved too quickly for him. Negan didnt expect you to get loose so quickly and next thing he knew you now had the knife pointed sharply against his neck. Looking up, careful not to move he laughed in disbelief as you held your place.

"Well look at that, a little tougher than I thought after all." Still with a cocky tone yet a look of surprise in his eyes, Negan did not move.

"Listen, darling I've got a sanctuary not far from here." He looked around at your surroundings with the knife still pointed at his neck.

"You look like you could use some help-"

"I dont." You responded stubbornly, truth be told you definitely needed help. But, having always found a way out of your struggles you were sure youd find a way.

"Listen to me. I have a sanctuary, I can give you a place to stay. You can have real food, shit we can use a girl like you on our side. What do ya say?" You couldnt believe even with a knife to his throat this man still had the urge to smile down at you. His offer did not sound bad at all, after all it was getting cold and you were running low on food.

"Where is the place?" You asked as he responded by pointing in the direction he came from. After a moment of uncertainty you slowly pulled the knife away from his neck leaving a red mark. Negan cracked his neck with a sigh.

"And if I dont like it. I'm leaving."

"Whatever you want, woman." Negan stood back as you gathered your belongings and pulled your hood back. For the first time Negan got a glimpse of the woman whom he had just had a confrontation with. Long dark hair lay over your shoulder as he noticed the other side of your head shaved.

"Mmm." A sound of satisfaction escaping his lips making you look up.

"What?" You asked with an attitude that he couldnt help but want to see more of.

"Nothing, darling. Nothing at all."

"Well, are you going to lead to where the hell this place is?" Placing your hands on your hips you asked with very little patience.

"This fucking woman." Negan muttered under his breath with a chuckle before leading the walk before you. Usually you would've never trusted a strange man this way but desperate times called for desperate measures. Plus, you knew how to defend yourself, you had faced worse before.

After a bit Negan and you walked side by side, his eyes helplessly drifting to you here and there. Your style attracting him, your fearlessness intriguing him, Negan wanted to know more.

"Do you have a name?"

"Of course I do." You responded sarcastically.

"Well are you going to tell me it, darling? Or are you going to make me fight for that too? I mean unless its cause you like the nicknames I've given you-"

"My name is Blade." Your interruption quickly silencing him.

"Blade..." he repeated as he looked you up and down.

"It sure fits."

Negan led you into what he called the Sanctuary. A heavily guarded space with many others, you had no idea how close you were to so much life all along. Right away you noticed each person having a job at the Sanctuary as everyone looked busy working on something. It was clear they didnt stay here for free. Introducing you to who he called his 'right hand man' Simon, Negan showed you around. In a room you entered, sat a few ladies clearly dressed differently from everyone else.

"These here are my lovely wives."

"Wives?" You looked at him strangely before looking back at the women. They were dressed in tight short black dresses, all wearing heels, you wondered where they found any of this. Raising a brow at him you crossed your arms wondering what he had in mind.

"If you thought I came back with you here to play a role of one of your wives, your sadly mistaken." Your loud voice making the women turn to you wondering who you were. Negan right away blocked their view of you, standing before you as he leaned one hand on the wall behind you.

"Easy, sweetheart. It wasnt a thought but since you mentioned it-" he bit down on his bottom lip.

"You would look damn good in a tight little dress."

"You wish," your tone just as arrogant as his and he liked it.

"Just a little bit." He whispered before you moved out of the small space he cornered you in and left the room.

"Just show me where I'm staying." Walking off Negan followed you closing the door behind him. Showing you the room you would stay in, it was nice to see a bed. You couldnt remember the last time you slept in a bed, it had been months. Negan noticed the way you looked at it and wondered how hard you must've had it all alone. He wondered how long you were all alone.

"This good enough?"

"Its great," your attitude quickly changing back to a nonchalant manner.

"Tell me, Blade-" Negan took a step in front of you wanting to be face to face.

"How long you been on your own?"

His question making you throw your head back with a chuckle, it had been so long since you last saw your family.

"Since I was seventeen," Negan frowned with your response a bit confused.

"Oh I been on my own long before this apocalyptic world ever took over. This is nothing new for me having to fend for myself, Negan. That's why I said if I have to leave I will, nothing I haven't handled before."

Negan squinted his eyes as you spoke, he could tell you've had it rough.

"Well let's hope you dont have to....I think it'd be nice having you around."

Was that a genuine compliment that didnt involve your looks or any sarcastic remark? He could tell you almost cracked a smile.

"Well, I'll let you get settled in. Theres food in the next room, make yourself comfortable." Negan began to walk out before you quickly turned towards him and called out for him.

"Hey Negan?"

"Mhm?" He turned to you leaning on the door way.

"Thanks," without saying a word he winked at you and left the room.

The next few days you began helping out the men by securing the fences surrounding the sanctuary. No one had put you up to this job but you knew you could do it.

"Well well well, I dont remember assigning you to this." Negan showed up behind you watching you twist the wires securely.

"I'm good with my hands, didnt think you'd mind."

"Good with your hands huh?"

Rolling your eyes you turned to him making him laugh.

"I'm sorry, some times I cant help myself."

"Well learn how to, or save that energy for all those wives."

Negan raised his brows at your quick come backs. A man who always enjoyed giving sarcasm yet rarely was ever on the other end.

"God you're fun to tease," you couldnt help but laugh along with him. You knew he purposely picked at you just to hear you come back at him. He enjoyed the feistiness you gave him, he enjoyed you not giving a shit to what he might think.

Just as you finished you went back inside to grab something to eat and Negan followed. He watched as you prepared yourself a sandwich, reaching across the table making your shirt go up he noticed a tattoo on your hip.

"What's that you got there?" Standing back straight you looked down to where his eyes were and pulled your shirt down.

"A tattoo. What never heard of one?" You responded defensively making him smirk.

"I got a few myself. Rarely come across women with them, especially in such a....sensitive spot." His voice was low as he came to realization that maybe you enjoyed a little bit of pain.

"Can I see it?"

Hesitantly you pressed your lips together before slightly lifting up your shirt and revealing a tattoo of a rose wrapped in barb wire.

"Mmmm.." he leaned in looking at it closely.

"Mean anything?"

"My middle name is Rose," you explained as he his eyes squinted.

"I take it the barb wire means pain," he continued looking up into your eyes.

"You can say that," you responded softly.

"How old are you, Blade?"

"31," you sat down across from him and began to eat.

"So you've been on your own since 17, shit wheres your family?"

"Hopefully dead," your response was blunt before you took another bite.

"Surrounded by assholes huh?"

"Real big assholes. They didn't care for me so I dont care for them, I've been better off alone anyways."

"I cant argue with that," Negans eyes wandered over your features.

"Done a pretty good job with yourself."

Not really knowing how to take a compliment without some form of back handed comment you looked away.

"Yeah well you gotta do what you gotta do," you responded confidently.

"What are you doing here anyways? Wont your wives wonder where you are?"

Negan chuckled at the mention of them, he could tell you were enjoying his company and didnt want him to leave.

"I wont go anywhere if you dont want me to, darling." His unexpected response making your cheeks turn red.

"I never said-"

"Do you really think you can lie to me?" He leaned in close staring directly into your eyes across the table.

"Why the hell do you want to stay anyways?"

"Maybe I like spending time with you too."

What the hell was this man doing? It was hard to deny that you did indeed like spending time with him but, this was the last thing you needed. The man had multiple wives, an arrogant way of thinking but God he was so sexy.. His style attracted you to him, his voice, his eyes whenever he spoke to you.

"What are you thinking about?" Negan bit his bottom lip with a smile, he could see right through you.

"Nothing. I'm exhausted and I'm full and want to go to bed soon."

"Oh yeah? Is that what's going through your head right now?"

"Yes. That's it." You stood up picking up your plate and taking it to the sink. Negan stood up with you eagerly following you by the counter.

"You sure that's what you're thinking about?" He asked again with a grin leaning his face close to yours.

"I think you're thinking about something that involves me....and you just cant admit it." His voice was a deep whisper, the way he spoke sent a tingle to the pit of your stomach.

"No the hell I am not. What the hell makes you think that?" You walked past him rushing into your bedroom as he quickly followed behind.

"Look at you, you could barely stay still. You're fidgeting, getting all nervous. Am I making you nervous, baby?" He teased.

"Dont call me baby," you turned to him with frustration.

"Fine," he stepped close to you and spoke very slowly.

"Then look me in the eyes and tell me you're not thinking about what I could do to you." Your lips parted as you smelled his scent so close to you. You couldnt speak, you couldnt move and Negan knew he had complete control. Looking down at your lips he slowly caressed your face and leaned in for a soft kiss. Not fighting it you felt his lips sensually move against yours, his tongue slipping through the crack of your lips to tease yours. Moaning against him, Negan didnt separate his lips from you as he reached behind him and shut the door. Taking off his jacket and quickly unbuttoning his pants Negan threw you back on the bed. Continuing to kiss you down to your neck, you felt his tongue make swirls on your skin making you squeeze him.

Negan pulled off your clothing and aggresivly turned you around. The tattoo of the barb wire rose continuing from your side to your lower back made Negan lick his lips in satisfaction.

"Get up," he spoke hoarsely as you got on your knees and positioned yourself in front of him. Feeling his large hand on your lower back you felt him easily slide in you. Negan wasted no time in grabbing your hips and making you slam back against him. Moaning you grabbed the covers tightly, it had been so long since you felt this pleasure. Negan could tell by the way you cried out when he first entered you. The sound of longing to be touched, the sound of your needs finally being met.

"Give it to me harder," you spoke seductively only arousing him more. Negan grabbed you by your hair pulling you back up against him. His hand grabbing your throat as he pressed his lips to the side of your face and kept thrusting. Groaning, he gave your throat a tighter squeeze. Gasping for air, you could hear him breathing erratically against your ear.

"Oh Blade," you rolled your eyes back at the sound of his voice, he couldn't hold himself any longer. Negan pushed you back down before he quickly pulled out and released himself all over your back.

"Fuck.." he moaned as he stepped back out of breath. Cleaning yourself up as he got dressed, you stood up and walked towards him

"You should stay here tonight," your suggestion making him look up at you with half a smile.

"Oh darling I would. I've got some business I need to take care of but-" he stood up and ran his hands up your thighs and hips.

"I promise I'll come by as soon as I'm done." Negan grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. What the hell was going on with you? Why was this man getting a hold on you so quickly? Without saying anything more Negan left your room leaving you to think over what just happened. Leaving you to think over the way he looked at you, the things he said to you. He actually admitted to liking to spend time with you, the thought made you blush to yourself. You couldnt wait for him to return, it being so late at night you wondered what business he had to take care of. A little while later you stepped out of the room with a smile still on your face when you looked up and suddenly felt a crushing feeling in your chest. Negan was coming out of a room with two of his wives laughing. Of course you knew he had wives but after having touched him and slept with him, the thought of another woman with him made you burn with anger.

"Some business you got going huh?" The smile immediately left Negans face as he looked up at you before him.

"Blade, darling-"

"Dont 'Blade darling' me, what the hell I was thinking?" Angrily you walked off back to your room leaving the two women confused as Negan sighed. Following you to your room he entered right behind you slamming the door shut behind him.

"What the hell is your problem with me?"

"What is my problem? Taking care of business huh? Business with those girls?"

Negan frowned with a puzzled expression.

"Pardon my french, sweetheart but wait a fucking minute, are you jealous?"

"No! I'm not jealous," you denied the truth as you turned your back to him.

"I just dont like sharing what's mine."

Negan raised his brows surprised with your response.

"So I'm yours now huh?"

You scoffed at him turning to walk passed him before he blocked your way.

"Hang on now, Blade. I actually kinda like the sound of that. So does that make you mine now too?"

"No, why would I want to be yours when you have all those women, "you spoke in disgust before raising your brow as if you has just come up with an idea.

"Well since you get to have your fair share, then I should too. Simon looks-"

"Oh I'd be very careful where you're going with that, sweetheart." His expression turning very serious as he stepped closer to you.

"Why cant I have my own fun, it's not like I'm one of your wives who have to abide by your selfish rules while you do as you please." None of the women Negan had met had the nerve to argue his way of being.

"I dont want you to be one of them," he shot back.

"Good, cause I didnt want to anyways."

"You know what the fuck I want?" Negans voice rose as he took a step closer to you.

"I just want you to be mine and shit, I'll be yours the way you want me to." Negans words catching you completely off guard, so unexpected it left you speechless. There was something Negan couldnt explain that pulled him to you in a way he had never felt with any of the other women. Negan may not have been a one woman man most of his life but when someone caught his eye, it was hard for him to look past it.

"You dont even know me," you muttered.

"Shit, you dont even know me all that well but I know you have the same damn feeling I have." The two of you looked at each other in silence, you couldnt deny the connection you felt with him.

"You dont want the wives? Hell, they dont have to be there but-" he unexpectedly pulled you close to him aggresivly.

"I expect there to be no one else on your side either."

"I'm not looking for anyone else," your response was quick and spoken with confidence.

"Good," a smile slowly spread across his lips as you felt his hand slide down your back and grab your ass.

"You're lucky I like you," you squinted your eyes up at him making him laugh.

"Shit, well I am honored, doll."

"Dont patronize me," you scowled at him.

"Not at all, Blade, not at all."

Negan leaned in and took your lips with his feeling content with the thought of you being the only woman for him.