When I was drunk one night and watching the Jellyfish livestream, I reached out to the Monterey Bay Aquarium with a dumb question about their jellyfish... And they actually emailed me back.
(yes, these are actually my own screenshots, I am in tears laughing)
DO YOUR ANIMAL EXPERTS HAVE TO UNTANGLE THE JELLYFISH
AND THE ANSWER IS FUCKING YES, THE JELLIES GET TANGLED SOMETIMES LMAO
two tgirls frotting inside my cunt,,, yeajh,, just using my body as a toy to get themselves off, never directly addressing me or speaking to me. i'm not even there, really, i'm just a warm hole the two of them can share,, <3
Gave up on this halfway through so the end is super dull, so sorry! :[
Ever since Bucky’s apartment got infested with roaches, he’d been crashing at your house. And because your dad had the world’s biggest soft spot for him, he welcomed him in without hesitation.
They were best friends, after all.
The evening air hung thick and damp, still heavy from the rain that had fallen earlier. It was one of those strange in-between days—half warm, half cold. Your parents had gone out somewhere, though neither of them bothered telling you where. Instead, they’d told James to “keep an eye on you.”
Which was ridiculous.
You weren’t five years old.
Still, there wasn’t much you could do about it.
Bucky wandered down the hallway and nudged open your bedroom door. The room was nearly pitch black, the blinds drawn shut despite the daylight outside.
“The hell’s with all the darkness in here...”
Frowning, he flicked on the light.
Empty. You weren’t home.
He paused, glancing around the room. You hadn’t even told him you were leaving? He’d wanted to ask what you wanted for dinner.
“Hm,” he hummed. “Guess she can starve.”
With a sigh, he reached for the switch again, then stopped.
A thought crossed his mind. A bad one.
No. Creepy. Weird. He absolutely shouldn’t.
...But it was tempting.
Bucky had always enjoyed snooping around. Ever since he was younger, there’d been something thrilling about poking through things that weren’t his. The secrecy of it. The rush.
Quietly, he began looking around.
His sharp eyes drifted over everything—from the worn leather diary sitting on your desk to the pile of clothes tossed lazily into your laundry basket. Your room smelled faintly like strawberry perfume, sweet and familiar.
Then he opened one of your drawers, qnd froze. A slow grin spread across his face.
“Well, damn, girlie.”
A rough laugh slipped from his throat as he picked up the small pink object hidden beneath a shirt.
A vibrator.
He turned it over in his hand, thumb brushing over the button before pressing it. The toy buzzed softly to life, making Bucky raise an eyebrow.
“Well, ain’t that interesting.” Chuckling under his breath, he switched it off and slipped it into his pocket.
Oh, he was absolutely going to tease you about this.
Two hours later, you got home. Fucking finally. The microwave clock glowed 9:34 PM.
You’d been over at your friend Kesha’s house all evening, and exhaustion clouded your mind as you shrugged off your jacket by the door. You kicked off your shoes, dusting them absentmindedly before heading into the kitchen for something to drink. You didn’t notice Bucky standing there in the dark until you turned around.
“Oh my god—!”
You jumped so hard you nearly slammed into the counter.
“Jesus Christ, James!” you hissed, pressing a hand to your chest. “I didn’t know you were still up.”
He only grinned, the bastard.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” His voice came low and lazy as he stepped closer, resting his hands on the counter on either side of your hips, trapping you between his arms. You rolled your eyes immediately.
“Move.”
“Where’ve you been so long, hm?” His gaze dragged over your face as he wet his lips slowly.
And annoyingly enough, his eyes looked unfairly pretty tonight. that sharp blue somehow softer in the dark kitchen light.
“Be glad I didn’t tell your daddy.”
“Okay, first of all, I have a life, and second of all, it’s none of your busi—”
“Don’t sass me.”
The words came out rough. Your breath caught slightly as he leaned in closer, his face only inches from yours now. Heat curled in your stomach despite yourself. You instinctively leaned back against the counter.
“Should I call your daddy and tell him you’re being a bad girl?” You stared at him in disbelief.
“Have you actually lost your mind?”
“Maybe.”
Before you could respond, his fingers suddenly pinched your cheeks together, forcing your lips into a mean pout.
“Are you always this bratty?” You glared at him.
The kitchen fell quiet after that. Thick, tense silence stretching between you both.
“Leave me alone,” you muttered, but he didn’t move.
“...Are you?” he asked softly, stepping even closer. Your stomach twisted. With an annoyed huff, you shoved a hand against his chest and pushed him back just enough to slip away.
“You are such a perv, James.” You stormed off toward your room.
Behind you, Bucky only smirked.
You feel like crying. Seriously—this man can go fuck himself.
The dull rhythm of the headboard slamming against the wall bleeds through the entire house, each thud sinking straight into your skull from the guest room beside yours. Tonight was supposed to be quiet. Cozy. Tea warm between your hands, a blanket over your legs, maybe a book you’d end up rereading for the fifth time.
Instead, you’re listening to a audio book.
Because apparently Bucky couldn’t take her back to his own damn place. Oh Right! Its fucking infested.
You don’t even know if it’s the same girl from last week. Judging by the sounds slipping through the wall, probably not. This one’s softer. Needier.
A miserable groan leaves you as you mash two pillows over your ears, squeezing your eyes shut. It barely helps.
God. Seriously?
Then his voice cuts through the noise. Low. Rough. Warm.
Praise. Your eyes snap open.
Huh.
You definitely didn’t take him for the praising type.
Heat creeps up your neck before you can stop it. Mortified by your own curiosity, you slowly loosen your grip on the pillows, listening harder. The words are still too muffled to make out properly.
You swallow.
Then, against every better judgment you possess, you slide out of bed and creep toward the door.
The floor feels cold beneath your feet. The hallway is darker than it should be, lit only by the faint strip of yellow beneath his door. Another breath catches in your throat when you press your ear carefully against the wood.
The sounds on the other side make your lower lip slip between your teeth. A shaky exhale leaves you before you can stop it.
"c'mon, baby- touch yourself f'me....thaaats a good girl-"
Jesus Christ.
He’s filthy.
You don’t even realize how long you’ve been standing there listening until the noises suddenly stop.
Silence. Your eyes widen.
“Oh no. No, no, no—”
Panic floods through you as footsteps approach the door. You practically sprint back to your room, heart hammering against your ribs just as his bedroom door creaks open. You peek your head out from behind the doorway in time to see him wandering toward the kitchen.
And-
God.
He looks unfairly good. Shirtless, flushed, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. A faint trail of hair disappears beneath the waistband, stretching up his chest. You almost short-circuit at the sight alone.
He never wears sweatpants. Usually it’s those stupid jeans he refuses to part with. His cheeks are still red, hair messy and damp like someone had spent the last hour tugging at it. The image alone makes your stomach twist in ways you absolutely refuse to think about too hard. You can’t help imagining what happened in that room to leave him looking like that.
Heat rushes to your face immediately after.
Idiot.
Quietly, you tiptoe after him, watching from the hallway as he opens the fridge and leans down to look inside. You’re usually a very good stalker. Unfortunately, fate seems personally offended by you tonight. Your foot catches on a loose cable. And suddenly-
You’re falling.
Hard.
You hit the wooden floor face-first with a painful thud directly beside him. Shame instantly burns through your entire body.
Oh my God. Omg. Omg. Omg.
“Could I be any more embarrassing?”
The thought loops in your head as you swallow hard and slowly lift your gaze. He’s standing there, leaning casually against the fridge like he owns the place, eyes dropping to you with a raised brow. Then-of course-that infuriating grin spreads across his face.
“Don’t laugh, idiot! I tripped!” you blurt, pushing yourself up with a wince. Your knee flares in protest the second you straighten, but you force it down, biting back the pain.
His smirk only deepens. “Are you spying on me?”
You huff, crossing your arms even though your face is still burning. “No. I just— I came to complain about the noise. I’d like to sleep sometime tonight.”
“Tch.” He leans back against the counter, amused. “You’re just jealous you’re not the one making that noise.”
“Yeah. Of course,” you scoff immediately. “That’s exactly it.” Sarcasm drips off the words as you turn to leave. “Just… keep it down, idiot.” You barely take a step before his hand catches your shirt.
Inn one smooth motion, he pulls you back—pressing you against the counter.Your breath stumbles.
He’s right behind you now. Too close. Warm. Unmoving And you feel it more than you see it. His voice drops, quieter now.
“...Are you jealous?”
A shiver runs through you before you can stop it.
You swallow, forcing your hand to brace against the counter as if that alone can steady you
“...Tch. No,” you manage, though your voice wavers anyway. He doesn’t move away. Instead, he steps closer. Too close.
His presence presses in behind you, warm and overwhelming, and your breath catches before you can stop it. A beat of silence stretches between you—heavy, charged, impossible to ignore.
“Bucky…” you warn softly, though it lacks any real strength. That only makes his smirk sharper. He leans in just enough that you feel his breath near your skin, close enough to make your thoughts scatter. Then he pauses-like he’s deciding something-before easing back again, leaving the space between you suddenly cold.
You turn on him immediately, frustration flaring to cover whatever just happened.
“I hate you,” you mutter, glaring up at him. But your face betrays you completely. He notices. Of course he does.
That pleased expression settles on his face, like he’s already won something you didn’t agree to lose.
“I’d keep going,” he says lightly, like it’s nothing at all, “but I’ve got somewhere else to be.”
A beat.
Then that mocking little shrug.
And just like that, he steps away-leaving you there in the kitchen, heart loud in your ears, anger and something worse tangled together in your chest.
This is stupid. His best friends daughter? Seriously? Yeah, he tries to remind himself that this is wrong, disgusting, but he cant seem to care when he sees your cute ass peeking out of your shorts. He also doesent seem to care when hes jerking himself off to the smell of your panties as soon as you leave the house, shooting his load into them and imagining hes creaming all over your little pussy.
You'd think its disgusting.
Actually,
Maybe you wouldnt.
Maybe you do the same..
The thought gets him going. He puts your cum filled panties back into your drawer, just to hear you squeal when you pull them on.
Two days pass.
You need a break.
Your dad’s been on your back nonstop, suffocating you with questions about your future like you’re supposed to have it all figured out already. Every conversation feels like pressure building higher and Higher.
So you run.
Now you’re sitting in some sketchy downtown bar, the kind with sticky floors and neon lights that buzz like they’re barely holding on. Your friends bailed hours ago, one by one disappearing onto dance floors or into the arms of strangers they didn’t even bother introducing you to.
You don’t really react when someone slides into the stool beside you. But your grip tightens around your glass anyway.
When you finally glance over, your stomach drops so fast it almost hurts.
Bucky.
Of course it’s Bucky.
You swallow hard as he orders a whiskey, neat, on the rocks like he owns the place.
“Hey, cowboy,”
you murmur, lips curling slightly as you study him. “What’re you doing here?”
You’ve been nursing the same drink for an hour, but it’s starting to blur the edges of everything.
He leans back, that familiar smirk tugging at his mouth. “Could ask you the same thing, darlin.”
His eyes flick to you.
“Daddy let you sneak out?”
Oh. Shit.
"Buck—don’t tell him, please.” Your words sound a little slurred, softened by alcohol. “He’s already on my ass enough as it is.”
He just nods slowly.
“Do I get somethin’ in return?” he asks, grin widening.
You lift a brow. “Nope.” That earns you a quiet laugh.
“You drunk?”
“...no.”
“Mhm.”
Somehow, the night keeps going. And worse, it’s easy. Too easy. You talk. You laugh. You pretend you’re not hyper-aware of him the entire time, not quietly spiraling into thoughts you definitely shouldn’t be having.
By the time the bar starts thinning out, you’re both well past tipsy. You’ve called your friends twice-no answer. They’re probably already gone with someone else.
“Not answerin'?”
Bucky slurs, watching your phone screen go dark.
“No,” you sigh. “They’re pissing me off.”
He chuckles under his breath. “C’mon. Let me take you home, girlie.” You hesitate.
Take you home. I mean- yeah. What should happen, Right?You exhale, shaking your head slightly.
“Yeah, no offense, James… but your car reeks of sweat. At least it did the last time you drove me anywhere.”
He almost laughs.
Almost.
Instead, in one smooth motion, he stands, hooks a hand under your thighs, and hauls you over his shoulder.
You yelp, fists immediately flying against his back-more instinct than intent.
"what the- fuck!"
But through the haze of alcohol and surprise, one thought cuts through everything else. He’s strong. Super strong. Beefy arms carrying you with ease. And just thinking about it makes you squirm, because you can feel the wetness gathering between your thighs.
"Ah- Bucky! Let me go!- ugh! What the fuck!"
He sighs, trying to keep his patience. "quit being a brat." He hisses.
"quit being an idiot, then!" With a grunt, he unlocks his car door and throws you into the backseat.
"im fuckin' done with you, y/n. the only thing you do is tease me all day long, you're going to pay for it."
Wow. teasing him? thats just not true. .....okay, maybe a little. Maybe you searched for your skimpiest, prettiest shorts everytime he came over, so what? You're also just a woman. a woman whos annoyingly horny. so?
You bite your lip in anticipation, watching him stand tall over you. his hands go to run down your thighs, and before you know it, hes on top of you, car door locked behind him.
What now? youre trapped. His trapped little bunny with no escape, but god, if that doesnt turn you on. having him do whatever he wants with you? Sounds hotter than it should.
his mouth goes to your throat, licking a stripe up until hes at your jaw. you feel his stubble scrape against your chin.
Lips basically connected, he looks into your eyes, blue orbs staring right into your soul, atleast it feels like that. God, hes so ridicously good-looking. its actually unfair.
his rough hands go to tug on your skirt, pulling it off smoothly- something you can never manage.
Hes about to get punched. how dare he refuse to touch you, when your all hot n' bothered?
"you gonna have a vibrator, you're gonna show me how you use it." He hums, pulling out the pink vibe he stole from your nightstand earlier out of his bag.
Oh.
Oh.
that asshole.
"How. do you have that." You stare at him, utterly shocked.
"who do you think of when you get off with this limp thing? hm?"
He murmurs, wetting his lips. he hands it to you. You cant believe it. Did he go through your stuff?
"not you, jerk."
a lie.
"Mhm."
"im not going to get off infront of you, James." You huff.
"Okay, then im not going to touch you."
You laugh,
but soon realize hes serious. Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you take the vibrator, turn it on, and hesitantely press it against your sensitive clit.
At the intense sensation your eyes fall closed almost immediatly. Even through your thin cotton panties, the buzzing is still insane. He lets you do your thing freely.
After about a minute, your eyes fall back open, and you shiver. Bucky's watching you, and its almost creepy. Hes studying you. Studying the way your legs squirm closed, studying the way your face contorts in pleasure.
Everything.
You whine in desperation. Fuck, you need it.
"....James- please.... Touch me-....im gonna be good...i swear-....'m gonna be so good..."
He grins evily. Exactly where he wanted you. Begging and pleading like a good little bunny.
"aww, 're you gonna be a good slut for daddy?.....maybe ill let you suck me off."
You feel like you could cry. With a small nod of his head, you'r fingers move to fumble with his belt immediatly. After a few seconds you manage to open it, and finally tug his dark jeans down, the sight makes you exhale nervously.
His bulge is basically staring at you.
You wet your lips and pull his white boxers down too. His cock slaps against his stomach with a wet noise.
Oh.
Wow.
Hes....you could say hes massive. Guess the super serum didnt only make his chest so broad.
His cock isnt insanely long, but its thick.
You feel your pussy clenching around air and you're already terrified of the stretch, to be honest. It just seems Impossible! Just as your about to taste him, his calloused hand tangles in your hair,
not tugging,
but slightly tilting your head up.
He simply admires your pretty face, already imagining how pretty its gonna look all covered in his hot cum.
While looking up at him, you lick a strip up his cock, tongue following a vein.
"......ffuck-, yeah...suck it like that- be a good girl...."
You take it into your mouth, sucking at the tip and then trying to take him deeper, although its that easy if you havent done it lots of times before. Your gag reflex tingles slightly and you cough faintly.
"shh...-, baby, you're doing great...." He grunts. You whine around his cock at the praise. Before you can try doing more, he pulls you up by the hair, making you gasp.
It Hurt. But it hurt nicely.
"Gotta save all my cum up for your pretty pussy, baby,.."
He slams you against him and kisses you deeply, messily, with spit running down both your chins. He presses you down against the backseat, hands tugging at your panties, making you shiver. His movement is fueled by pure lust, and you can see it in his eyes.
"Spit."
You do as he says and spit into his palm. He grunts and strokes his cock a few times.
"...you're a big girl, right?-....mm-..can take my cock without any prepping."
You nod eagerly.
Youre a big girl.
His big girl.
His cute little bunny.
His slut.
He grins, leaning down to press his lips against your jaw, peppering kisses all over it. He slowly, slowly slides inside your tight hole, but it soon welcomes his cock. With every little bit he pushes inside you deeper, a quiet grunt escapes him, and a small gasp leaves you.
But once he bottoms out with one smooth thrust?
You want to scream. You bury your face in his shoulder, moaning shakily, And dig your nails into his back, leaving marks.
"shhh,-,.....i know.....so deep inside you, hm?"
"ss-so...nngh- ssoo- deep-...." You whine.
"gonna take this big cock like a good girl..."
He thrusts deeper, cock slipping in and out- No, not even out, Just grinding against that spongey part inside ur dripping hole. He groans into the curve of your throat, rough hands going to grab ur hips and slamming his hips against yours faster. You can hear the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echo through the car.
"hhhaaah- Shit!- jaaames...."
And it doesent take long for you to reach that high you've been craving. Your eyes almost roll back. He holds you through your orgasm, and then he shoots his thick load as deep as he can into your pretty pussy. He lets it fade for a moment, before pulling out and exhaling roughly at the sight of his cum running out of you.
"look at that, Baby,....."
He grins, leaning down to suck on your clit and slurping up both of your juices. You whine in overstimulation, squirming and slightly pushing him away with your feet.
".....what would your daddy think, Baby....making such a mess of my cock."
I’ve been gaming for hours and it’s getting so much harder to hold my pee. My friends need call outs but I’m whining on mute trying to hold it in. I’m leaking.. fuck. My clit is throbbing so hard, I’m grinding against the couch a little to make myself feel better. I think I can make it a couple more matches until I completely explode.
