#chasing kink

[metalbuckaroo]

The Chase

Summary// "we had a deal, my dove. You promised."

AU// WinterSoldier!Bucky x F!Reader

Warnings// chasing kink, unprotected sex, smut, a yank to the hair, cursing, use of petnames- dove, dovey

Note// I think I'm a little rusty, but I'm also beyond tired rn so it could also be that ehsudienaua. This is a part two to the Black Mail fic I did for kinktober many moons ago

"Who is he?" He was everywhere. His gruff voice echoing through the trees, surrounding you as you frantically looked around. Trying to find a way out of this situation. "I don't share, dove."

He was right behind you, your legs working before your mind to carry you in the opposite direction. Lungs burning from the cold night air as his dark chuckle faded in the distance.

But, he was quick and quiet. Moving just as fast as you could look over your shoulder before slamming into what could only be described as a wall of pure muscle, sending you falling back onto the leaf covered ground.

"Please- James, please. I'm sorry." You pleaded, tears stinging your eyes as he stood over you. The same mask Hydra forced him to wear covering the lower portion of his face.

He kneeled down, denim blues dark with something you couldn't place. "I won't ask again. Who. Is. He."

"Your way out! Please, just let me go. I still have a week!" The metal of his left hand gleamed in the moonlight as he reached his hand out to grasp your chin. Pupils blown and touch gentle.

"I'll give you a headstart. You have three minutes, dovey." You just stared at him wide eyed, chest heaving and heart hammering against your ribcage. "Run."

As if on instinct, you scrambled to your feet, trying to find your footing to dart back into the darkness the trees provided.

You knew you couldn't go much longer, your aching muscles sending pains through your legs each time your feet would hit the ground. There was no use in running anyways, he'd always win.

"We had a deal, my dove. You promised." You swore you could hear the grit of his teeth when you'd stopped, so close to giving in as you leaned your forehead against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Fingers curving against the wood. "You're just like them."

"No, I'm not." You heaved, trying to take a moment to catch your breath.

"I saw you with him at that diner. You're suppose to be mine."

His voice was getting closer, making you bite down on the inside of your cheeks to take some of the attention away from the burning in your legs before taking off again.

Though, you didn't make it far before fingers curled in the back of your hair. Crying out when he barely yanked to make you stop.

"I was doing what I was told. You want out, I have to find someone who can do that." You tried to reason, words not coming easy from the way he had your head craned back. His warm right arm snaking around your waist to pull you against him.

"Lies." He seethed, calloused fingers slipping under your shirt. "I've dreamt of you. Craved you. Now I finally have you again. I've been so cold without you my sweet dove."

Your body gave in the moment nimble fingers flicked the button of your pants open.

There was something twisted inside of you that liked the chase, the constant looming feeling you'd had over the weeks since you'd last seen him- like he was just lying in wait for the right moment.

It was hard to think of much else than the last time you'd saw him. The drag of his fingers against your skin, the way his lips seared kisses to your throat- much like now, cold and warm hands dragging against your sides as your fingers worked at the tactical belt that kept you from what you were truly after.

The ground freezing against your bare back not slowing you from getting what you craved.

It seemed to take ages for James to notice your struggle, his hands replacing your own to easily pull open the buckle as yours went to unclip the mask. Carelessly tossing it into the leaves to pull his lips to yours.

The hunger behind his kiss fueled you, your fingers weaving through his long locks and legs going around his waist to pull him closer. Swallowing breaths and quiet grunts as his hand fumbled to grasp his shaft.

The shudder that rolled through your body as he pressed into you was enough to send your mind reeling, everything else around you fading away and your senses overwhelmed by only him as he found his pace. Short, hard thrusts rocking your body- sending shocks of pure pleasure shooting down your legs.

You'd missed how full he made you feel. An emptiness left behind in his absence, his touch electric as he groped at your chest and left sloppy kisses along your throat. Deep moans vibrating against the skin, mixing with your whines in the cold night air.

"Can feel you milking me, dovey. Make a mess, show me who I belong to." James panted, drinking in the pleasure drunk scrunch of your face as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Wedging his arm under you for a better angle, he didn't change his pace. Taking the opportunity to slot his lips over yours when you cried out in bliss, swallowing the sultry sound as your cunt clamped around him. His hips jerked forward at the feeling, the swirling sensation at his base building until he couldn't take it anymore- spilling into you with a huffed grunt.

The warmth of his body was quickly replaced with the night air, goosebumps prickling your skin as you whined in response. The dull ring in your ears making it hard to focus as you found your jeans to redress.

"One more week, dove. Better hurry."

[silver-pieces]

🌌 give me something with vampire!selina ;)

Ooh okay let's go!! 😈

Chase Her Down

Pairing: vampire!Selina Kyle x gn!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, light smut (neck biting, licking, sucking, feeling), tw: noncon, tw: blood, tw: injury, tw: implied reader death (open to interpretation), chasing kink, vampires

A/N: Thankyou so much for this prompt Selene 🥰 sorry it took me so long!! But once I had an idea I couldn’t get it out fast enough. I hope you enjoy...

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Your feet fly on the pavement. "Shit shit shit!" Flinging the car door open, you leap inside.

Selina slams down the accelerator, the getaway car veering away from the curb, and shoots you an assessing glance. “You okay?”

A hiss of pain is your only response. You flip the sun visor down and turn your face to the side, looking at your chin. “Fuck.” One of the security guards got in a lucky shot - there’s a long line of red along your jaw, and its beginning to throb.

Selina glances at you again, and you see her grip tighten on the steering wheel. “Is that - ”

“Blood,” you confirm, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “It’s nothing, I just need something to stop the bleeding.” All you have right now is the sleeve of your shirt, but it’ll have to do. You try to ignore the little voice in your mind reminding you that Selina is a vampire, that she probably caught the scent of your blood the moment you got in the car, that you might be in danger.

Not that you’ve ever seen her lose control before. Your partner-in-crime has been careful to keep her vampiric nature from you as much as possible. It’s a tense partnership, but you work well together.

“No tail,” she murmurs, glancing in the rear view mirror, her alto voice laced with a darkness you’re not used to hearing.

You lean back in your seat, keeping the sleeve of your shirt pressed against your wound. It’s almost soaked through. Fuck it, you’re both thinking about it, you’re just going to say it. “You gonna be okay?” you ask, gesturing to your cut with your free hand.

Her eyes flash in your direction, so fast you barely catch it. “Just keep it covered.”

You eye her. “I will.”

Selina has spent way too much time thinking about what you taste like.

It’s the sweetest kind of torture spending so much time with someone whose scent is so alluring, wafting in her direction every time you’re near, tantalising her acute predatory senses.

Why she keeps you around, she can’t explain. It’s a constant exercise in control, only she doesn’t seem to be getting any better. If anything, it's only gotten harder the longer she holds out.

She dreams of you, waking up with her fangs out, biting down into her pillow on the edge of orgasm.

And now you’re together, in a small car, and you’re bleeding.

Selina doesn’t care where she’s driving to now, whatever street she’s on, it doesn’t matter.

Her fangs are out, and she’s lost the ability to think clearly, her instincts all focused entirely on you. On the softness of your breath, the shifting of your legs, the beating of your heart. It’s an effort to keep her eyes forward on the road.

Then you let out a curse under your breath, and lift your sleeve off the wound to replace it with your other hand.

The moment the blood uncovered, a scent so tempting it makes her body clench with thirst reaches Selina’s senses. She almost lets out a growl, barely managing to slam on the brakes and pull to the side of the deserted road.

“What are you doing?” you cry out.

She finally allows herself to look at you, sizing you up in the way she does her prey. Unable to stop herself. And with the final remnants of her control, she forces herself to speak.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll run. Now.”

Your eyes widen, and your pulse begins to race, as you reach back for the door.

Selina closes her eyes, gripping the steering wheel even tighter, doing her best to fight off her instincts. But it’s so incredibly difficult to think over the thoughts racing through her mind.

The door opens, the car shifts as you get out, and all she can hear is the sound of your footsteps, fading fast.

Chase. Her. Down.

“Fuck!” she yells, slamming her hands on the steering wheel. You’re getting away.

It’s too much. She groans, her head falling back against the headrest, as she hears you turn a corner.

Then, her heightened sense locked in on you, she hears a sound - the tiniest whimper escaping your throat.

Control vanishes. Thirst takes over.

She lunges out of the car, racing after you.

The street blurs around her, and she vaguely recognises that she’s pulled over in a shifty area, downtown. Amidst the various scents, yours stands out, practically inviting her to give chase.

She follows it around a corner and finally sets her sights on you. The streetlights here are sparse and dim. Perfect for someone like her, who sees better in the dark.

She eats up the distance between you. You’re fast, but she’s a vampire; built to hunt down prey like you. Her footsteps barely touch the ground, gaze locked on your enticing form, and then she’s on you.

She snakes an arm around your neck and pulls you back into an alley, quickly dashing any hope you had of escaping. In the same movement she presses her mouth against your jaw and licks a stripe of your skin ravenously.

Her eyes roll back and she lets out an obscene groan, a wave of bliss washing over her as she finally tastes you for the first time.

“S-Selina - ” you pant.

“Shut up.”

The need for more of you is drowning out everything else. She twists you around in her arms so you’re facing her, her gaze locked on to your blood-stained neck. Her fangs ache with need.

Holding you in place with her grip on your chin, she lunges forward and buries her face in your neck, licking and sucking a path along your pulse. Your taste is divine, sending fire through her veins, calling to her very soul.

Around your waist, her grip tightens, crushing your body against hers as she lets her urges reign. The last thought that goes through her mind before her fangs sink into your neck, is that she could die happy.

[ratthepuppy]

It hurts when you sink your teeth in me but the ache feels like heaven. The thrill in my bones when you whisper for me to run, the wonderful fear of your nails when you finally catch up to me.

The hunt is over but the game has just begun.

Boundaries Post

[youlikebiggzwhat]

Right? Part 3

Summary: Spencer has found you once again, and he will not let you get away this time.

Warnings: Stalker!Spencer, Obsessive!Spencer, Spencer X Fem!Reader

Spencer’s POV

I stand here, watching and waiting for her to lash out, scream, or even cry, but she still hasn’t moved, still calmly sitting, waiting for me to say something, anything, but she beats me to the punch. “Why are you here Spencer?”she says. Her form not moving while she waits for me to reply. But I don’t respond. What am I supposed to say? She already knows why I’m here. I’m here for her. My one and only love, the only person who can leave both my mind and my heart in disarray. But it seems my poor little dove has clearly forgotten my rule about useless questions, but these this infractions can surely be fixed in the near future.

•••

The house is silent, an anxious energy floating around the air as she wait’s to hear the words spill from my mouth, but they never do. I could tell her impatience was growing as she begins to speak. “You need help Spencer, we broke up, just let me support this baby on my own before you ruin both of our lives.” She says. To this I feel a spark of anger run through my body before sighing. I quickly move around to face her, immediately seeing the single tear running down her cheek. I grab ahold of her chin with a firm grip in an effort to keep her gaze on me. On me. “You will never be able to run away from me, do you understand?Deep down in that little innocent facade of yours you know that I own you. You will never be able to see or be with another man without missing me. You know the rules I have enforced and it will do you good to follow them after that stunt you pulled at the hotel months ago. I will ALWAYS find you my dove, not matter how hard it will be or how long it takes.” As more tears trail down her face, I remove her chin from my grip and take a step back looking at her shaking body before asking, “You are going to be my good girl. Right?”

[anxious-anomaly]

[18+ Blog || Minors/Ageless blogs block or get blocked.]

I totally forgot how much of a turn on it is to be chased.

Always loved the fun nightmares where I'm being chased by something threatening - a killer, a monster, whatever. Adrenaline pumping as you desperately try to get away.

They're always there of course. Maybe a little ways behind, tailing you. Maybe gaining on you. Or maybe you're just narrowly dodging them as they attempt to slash at or grab you.

Keep running keep running keep running.

Then it happens. Perhaps you run into a dead end. Perhaps you took a wrong turn. Perhaps you tripped or got stuck on something. Whatever it is, you can't run anymore.

And they catch you.

Most the times the nightmare would end there, the adrenaline waking me up, but as time went on I started getting better at keeping it going. Realizing the dream just enough to calm myself and resume it or slipping back into the dream if I woke from it.

No no no, I don't want this to end. Keep going.

The chase is over but they're still there. Perhaps you're cornered, perhaps you're pinned down, perhaps you can't escape them anymore.

They spare you. They don't kill you. You aren't sure why. Or maybe you know why.

Whenever you try to leave, they follow or stop you. Whenever you try to escape, the chase begins again. They're there and they refuse to let you go. You're theirs and theirs alone.

Eventually the dream ends or moves on to another topic. Kinda sad. It was fun while it lasted.

I have so many dreams written down in my dream journal that're just these types of dreams.

On that note, this was brought to you by a game I was playing. They introduced an event where you need to escape and not get caught.

I got caught and dragged back on the first try and it made me ~feel things~. Also made me laugh because that's probably accurate to how it'd actually go down; I'd be too into the chase to properly escape. heh.

[beatrixstonehill2]

Vicky came from a rich family, having all the best opportunities in education available to her. She always wanted to escape her family's wealthy bubble and study abroad, maybe even do charity work in foreign countries that were less fortunate. Soon into her tenure at Yale she found herself at the opportunity of her dreams, to pursue her Master's in social science as she traveled to other countries, putting the eight languages she spoke to the test along the way. She set her sights on South America, where she'd be deployed with resources, a small staff, and a general goal of providing mental health aid to people in smaller villages on the outskirts of majors cities in countries like Chile, Peru, and Brazil. All while documenting her journey, of course.

What started off as an eye-opening, wonderful journey where she met all sorts of wonderful people, giving them counseling to the best of her ability, even dispensing medication in some cases. Vicky felt confident in her background and education thus far, albeit a bit lost from time to time. Soon none of that mattered, as she became a source of fascination to the young, male locals, who increasingly went to see her just to ask her inappropriate questions and try to hit on her. Vicky's odyssey of mental health aid quickly spiraled into a continent-wide exploration of her sexuality.

She went from village to village, city to city, the red carpet rolled out by her staff to offer aid, but that aid went from counseling and occasionally dispensing medicine, to letting the stressed out or lonely local men line up to fuck her. Offering 'counseling' to the girls she met with to dress more slutty, glamorize their appearances, and let themselves indulge in mindless sex for fun. Soon the only medication she was dispensing was for STDs, not that she bothered to take any, citing collecting all of these 'bugs' as part of her educational journey, getting genuinely excited when new symptoms flared up, compounding other issues, soon turning her pussy into a hugely swollen, red mound of puffy, sore tissue that burnt simply to touch, and men just loved how tight it felt from becoming so extremely swollen. Vicky soon came to view having such an STD-riddled pussy as a sign of true womanhood and a trophy all girls should seek out.

Vicky's six years came and went, and by the time she was supposed to return to the states, to Yale, and present her thesis, she declined to go back, becoming such a beloved pseudo-celebrity throughout various regions of South America that she no longer required resources or a staff from her college. Cities and towns provided her everything she needed, namely an inviting building for men to line up around as Vicky was fucked senseless in front of an audience of women, lecturing them like a professor in Portuguese, Spanish, or Guarani, depending on the region, about how to be a proper woman. To denounce formal education, give up reading and learning at any sort of school, to hit the streets, walk around naked, become free-use, and revel in every catcall or grope from a stranger. To lean into every man's slightest advance and encourage as much casual sex as possible. Her 'thesis', if anything, became the revelation that her only purpose was to stay as pregnant as possible all the time, and never say no to sex, even in the middle of giving birth. And that all girls should probably do the same.

[runa-falls]

What’s captured about? 👀

it was supposed to be a halloween fic but i can't seem to finish anything lately!

synopsis: for a halloween party, the reader dresses as a cute bunny and miguel as a big bad wolf. after a ton of teasing from the reader, miguel has had enough and sends out to the woods so he can play the part of the wolf preying on his bunny. basically, it's my take on miguel's chasing/primal kink!

snippet [cw: suggestive 18+]:

he's been pawing at your body all night, admiring how tight your outfit is, not caring if anyone at the party could see his hand moving under your skirt. no one else in the room notices. they're all drunk, high, or both. but that doesn't mean you give in.

you hop away from a wandering hand and complain with a pout, "miguel!"

"c'mon cariño..." he crowds you up against a wall with a mischievous glint in his red eyes. his hands lift the hem of your skirt and wrap around the back of your upper thighs, spreading them ever so slightly as he leans in to whisper against your ear. "lemme slip in for a little bit. no one will know." you attempt to wiggle out of his hold, but he doesn't budge.

"can't you wait until we get home?"

"why would i do that when i could have you right here," his hands shift up to grope at your ass, "right now?

[smokersbaby]

Kink of the day: breeding kink Character: Smoker Reader: female reader Tw: honeymoon night, penetrative sex, breeding kink Author notes: thanks to @kirara-loves-big-boys for requesting this, I always love writing for Smoker hehe You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

You had no idea how much Smoker had been holding back before marrying you, how much he struggled to stop himself from folding you in a mating press and pinning you down to the mattress.

Nothing was stopping him now, as he was filling your needy pussy mercilessly with his thick cock, your ankles on his shoulders as Smoker pressed himself on your body while being on top. 

You could tell something was different: maybe it was the way his hands gripped your ass, or his low groans as he pounded deep inside you, as if with every thrust he was trying to get deeper.

With your hands trying to hold onto his back, Smoker couldn't care less if your nails were a bit digging into his skin. He didn't even notice that as he sank into you buckling his hips against yours.

"Ah... I-I'm going to -fuck- f-fucking breed you" he growled in your ear, giving you goosebumps. Your pussy clamped involuntarily on his cock making his whole body quiver as he felt the grip tightening around him.

"-gonna cum" he whined in your ear as the bed creaked under you two, the sound filling the cozy cabin you decided to spend your honeymoon in.

His lips devoured yours as Smoker's heavy load filled you up to the brim, his cum leaking from the side while he was still inside you because there was so much of it. He rested his forehead against yours, his sweet eyes smiling at you as he tried to catch his breath. "I'm not going to let you leave this bed soon, you know that, right?"

[sacrus]

YES, House and Chase did have a wierd psycho-sexual relationship, thank you Foreman

[distortionbobble]

i miss Eddie Brock!!! and as always I am. ofc. thinking abt chase kink with him n venom. is this anything? is anyone listening to me

more below the cut but as always minors dni. chase kink, monsterfucking (if you’re reading for Eddie/ venom I assume you know what you’re getting into), claiming, consensual.. hunting?? idk

you know eddie. he’s the love of your life!! which means you know every single one of his moods. and lately, he’s been .. off. it’s not that he and venom haven’t been hunting, but even venom seems to be put off by the taste of the two-dime nasties out there.

they’re bored.

you think it’s kinda cute; venom, especially, has been acting like a puppy with not enough enrichment, tearing up the furniture in his boredom, seeking an outlet to all that energy. eddie, conversely, has been a little too quiet. where he’d usually respond enthusiastically he now meets your spontaneous trivia questions with a rather downtrodden “i dunno.” oh, your poor baby boys, you just wanna make it better.

so you formulate a plan.

a romantic getaway; camping (not that you’ve ever found camping all that romantic, but he seems to like it enough) in a forest, full of redwoods, with no one around for miles.

you could be scared. hell, if your boyfriend was anyone other than eddie there’s not even the slightest chance that you’d do all this. but he needs this. him and venom.

you keep your plan a secret as best as you can— you hike around in the daytime, nothing too strenuous, but you can’t make it seem too obvious that you’re saving up your energy. as the sun sets, before you’re headed to bed, you sit by eddie’s side, gazing up at the stars and making up your own constellations.

and eddie looks so beautiful next to you; kissing your forehead gently as you snuggle into the soft fabric of his hoodies. he always runs warm, cos of venom, but it works just fine for you. he’s like your own personal space heater. “i love you,” he says, but he sounds tired. he always sounds tired. he feels impatient and shifty— you’re guessing that’s venom acting up— but you convince him to go to bed.

once his breathing slows down is when you take your cue to go; you pull out the slip of paper you’d written up beforehand, come find me scrawled in black looping ink on the paper. you feel a little silly as you slip into your running shoes, tying your hair up, doing your fucking stretches but you gotta commit to the bit, if you will. you know the second you start running it’ll wake Eddie up so you take your time , tiptoeing out of the campsite and into the trees. you’re worried your heart is thumping loud enough to wake him up, but thankfully he’s still inside the tent as you create more distance between him and yourself.

okay, think, make this chase worth it. an apex predator is hunting you down, can use the trees, see better than you, is stronger than you, has a natural camouflage, and you’re starting to realize that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea when Eddie opens up the flap to the tent and calls out your name into the night air.

that’s your cue to run.

you’re so sure you sound so loud to him, panting, sticks crushing under your feet as you run as fast as you can. your heart feels like it’s gonna burst from your chest but you’ve got to keep going—you can hear him in the trees, using the branches to launch himself closer to you. you smear your sweaty palms on the trees— hey, it worked in twilight, didn’t it? and keep running, hoping that the scent will provide at least a little distraction.

your body teeters on the line of perceiving your adrenaline as fear versus excitement, tunnel vision forcing your legs to go go go until you can’t anymore, stopping by a tree as you look around in the dim moonlit forest to see if you can hear him, see him, but all you can hear is the blood roaring in your ears.

you take a step back— he’s gotta be here somewhere — when you realize that your back isn’t rested against the tree. no, it’s too smooth for that. you look up to see venom grinning above you, limbs reaching out to pull you in close to him.

“found you, pretty girl.”

[thirstforhelmets]

Ganondorf x F!Reader - Chase Me Anywhere AU

Ganondorf and his wife/F!reader enjoying chasing scenarios.

Wife gets a head start to go where ever she wants.

Ganon then has to track her down to get some action.

After their blades cross each other, a winner comes out on top, of course~

They then pitch a tent, rest up, and repeat the cycle the next day.

Repeat until Wife is sufficiently satisfied and/or pregnant.

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Thank you so much for taking me to your lovely home, Mr. Schultz! It's so nice to see you! I had a feeling if I worked my hometown I might run into a few familiar faces...."

"The pleasure's all mine, Josie. Look at you! My, my, last I saw you, you were a skinny, nerdy girl who could barely land a date. I almost didn't recognize you strutting up and down my block, flagging men down for money to take a spin with that big, sexy pregnant body of yours."

"Awww, thank you! I'm glad you like pregnant girls! But I actually don't get paid."

"Oh, just providing some community service? My niece is about your age and she volunteers herself at the homeless shelter downtown."

"Mmmm, good for her! I'm actually working on my thesis. I guess you could say...."

"Oh? This I've got to hear."

"Well, I'm a Sexual Health Major and I'm trying to get my Master's. As soon as I started college they told me about my assignment. It's so time consuming it's almost all I do for college...."

"Does your college have you out working the streets, getting that belly pumped full of kids for the sake of experience, or is it more of a written project you need the experience for?"

"Both, kind of. I'm to fuck twelve new men a day. Every day, until I graduate. No exceptions. That's eighty-four men a week. Three hundred thirty-six men a month, at least. Over four thousand a year."

"That's quite a daunting amount of work. You have to catalogue them?"

"Yep! Get their names, or a pseudonym, their cock length, time they lasted, the positions they tried on me, what got them off the most, and summarize my findings about guys' sexual performance. I'm supposed to write an essay about it and share it with the university in a couple years."

"My oh my, seems you've been at this a while then. Already over ten thousand guys who fucked that curvy body of yours?"

"Yep! Closer to twenty thousand, at this point."

"And what wisdom can you share? You must be so experienced, darling...."

"Well, most guys are total perverts, but they won't just come out and say it. They're all porn addicts. The second one gets limp fucking my juicy, swollen pussy I have to roll my eyes, reminding them to fuck my ass instead to emulate the grip they use on their own cock. Then when they're about to cum take that dirty cock out of my ass and cram it in my pussy, cum inside it, and piss in it too, cause that's really all a girl's pussy is good for. Not getting men off, just a filthy toilet to do your business in and get out. Wipe your cock off my my labia. I'll lick the guys clean if there's any mess left....."

"Wow, and that works for almost every guy?"

"Well, most. Some like to fuck me doggystyle, others like me to ride them. But lots of guys have their own quirks. If it's an older guy I'll ask if they have a daughter my age, and if so to use her name as picture that I'm her as we fuck and that works every time. If the guy's my age I ask if they have a sister. Same deal. Oh, and other guys if they still have trouble getting all the way to an orgasm I tend to assume they must be into really extreme porn. So I just tell them to start beating me up. Punch my belly, my boobs, strangle me, give me a black eye. And boom, the second they start going to town beating on me they cum like crazy."

"Sounds like you must get that sexy body of yours beaten to a pulp fairly regularly, if my experience with the newer generations of men are anything to go by."

"Ohhh, you bet! But I'm a good girl, I get used to it. I just sit there writing about what gets them off in my little notebooks and I encourage them to keep escalating their aggression until it's enough for them to cum."

"Such a perfect student. I hope they're giving you extra credit for all the brutality..... and STDs, I'd wager."

"Nope, it's just considered part of the project! I have pretty much every std you can imagine, my pussy is so swollen and red from all of them it's starting to look like a balloon. And I'm sure having it treated like a toilet isn't helping either, but oh well. In my opinion, this is what a girl's sex is supposed to look like."

"I take it I won't be at risk of contracting anything with you?"

"Not at all, silly! My college gives me an unlimited prescription for the male-only std-prevention pills."

"Shame they don't make one for girls like you."

"Why? My pussy should be super swollen, red, irritated, and deformed from all the wonderful STDs men give me! Like I said, that's what a girl's pussy is there for..... Plus, the government would never fund an anti-std pill for girls!"

"Ah, good point, dear.... So, enough chatter, I guess I'll be the next entry into your notebook. Hope you enjoy yourself."

"I always do. And even if you don't really want to you can try out hitting me while we fuck, you'd be surprised how fun it is!"

"I think I just might, sweetheart.... Seeing you like this makes me feel like I'd be letting you down if I didn't."

Josie bit her lip. "That's good to hear. Do whatever you want to me, it's what my body's for.❤️"