#dress up as jesus!!! make him slutty!!

[cherierer]

i think lil nas x continuously doing blasphemy to christianity is really funny and correct actually he should do it more

#lil nas x #icon #like yes! go fuck the devil! #dress up as jesus!!! make him slutty!! #who fucking cares

[chris-slut]

HOW LONG

pairing: dom!matt x sub!reader

summary: for what feels like months, matt’s been feeling different towards you. he can’t help it, he stays up one night scrolling through your instagram, phone in one hand and his cock in the other. nick tells you to go grab a blanket from his bedroom but you definitely grab something else instead.

!both p.o.v!

!warnings!: SMUT, oral; male!receiving, pet names (mama, pretty girl, slut, baby, good girl, gorgeous), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do), praising.

authors note: decided to post again since my last one did good, HOW DO YOU DO A MASTERS LIST.

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MATT HAS no clue why— or how, but he was scrolling through your recent instagram post. the way the silky pink dressed hugged all your curves and showed the slutty little pink panties you had underneath it. fuck all he wanted was to watch you go down under him.

after 5 minutes of scrolling, his cock was in his hand going up and down. “f-fuck y/n,” he moans, imagining his hand was you. he forgot that you were sleeping over for his brother nick.

his hand goes up and down faster and faster— “shit y/n, fuck— fuck!!” he whimpers louder than he’s meant to. his legs shake as he images your slutty lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

the way your panties were showing made him go insane. he wishes he could rip them off you and just fuck your absolute brains out. it’s the only thing he’s been thinking of doing since he’s laid eyes on you.

he knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help himself. he feels like a dick jerking off to a photo of his brothers best friend. his legs shake more and more and loud growls and whimpers escape past his lips. feeling the cum shoot out of his cock, he lets out one last loud whimper and wipes it off.

all he can think about is you tho, and he knows he can’t take anymore— but come on, he’s so attracted to you he’s got to do it twice.

* Y/N’S P.O.V. *

“DO YOU think you can go and get some extra blankets from matt’s room? there in his hamper,” nick says to me as i nod, placing my cola can down and getting up from the couch.

i quickly walk up the stairs, since i’ve been friends with nick for as long as i can remember and i know matt on some level— i walk in without knocking.

“jesus y/n, fuck!” i fix my vision as matt’s sweatpants are pulled down to his thighs, his long and hard cock moving up and down while his hand is wrapped around it. is he moaning my name?

i sit there for a minute in pure shock, and matt doesn’t notice me so he continues. “fuck y/n, fuck!” he moans a little louder as a little drop of cum starts to come out of his cock. fuck that’s hot.

“matty?” i ask after another 2 minutes go by, his eyes open wide as he takes his hand off slowly— his gaze going from his cock to my eyes now. his cheeks turn to a cherry red s he pulls his sweatpants a little under his v line.

“shit y/n— what are you doing in here?!” he asks, worry filling his voice. i laugh dryly at him as i slowly walk over, “what’s going on in here?” i ask as he smirks, shaking his head at me— “i asked you a question y/n.”

my eyes widen at his sudden dominance, but deep down i absolutely fucking love it. jesus anything this man does turns me on. “getting some blankets for me and nick, is that an issue?” i ask, tease filling my tone. he growls lowly as he grabs onto my wrist.

“why didn’t you knock,” he asks me, “what’s up with all these questions, jesus,” i say back— grabbing the closest blanket next to me. his grip tightens around my wrist as i drop the blanket, barley being able to move.

* THIRD PERSON *

matt grabs her wrist and pulls her hand down closer to his cock, her fingertips only inches away from his waistband. just knowing that any second her slutty little lips could be wrapped around his cock makes him grow harder by the second. she’s a fucking tease. the smirk on her face only makes his grow more and more impatient for her touch.

“y/n, please, just give me head!” matt begs for her touch. all he wants is to feel her hand wrapped around his cock as she spreads her saliva down it. he just wants to fuck her mouth like the slut she is.

“fuck matt— don’t say shit like that,” she whimpers out, mumbling her words as her nails get closer and closer to his waistband. she wants nothing more then to rip his sweatpants and boxers back down and suck his cock.

“why? i’m not lying baby,” he says to the girl, looking up at her through his eyes lashes. fuck he’s a slut. i can’t control myself any longer as i climb onto him and slowly start to take the clothes from beneath his waist right back off.

“look at you, taking orders from me, such a pretty girl,” matt says, causing a moan to slide past the girls lips. his cock springs out and hits his stomach, growing hard just knowing y/n’s in his presence.

matt grabs a handful of her hair and forms it into a ponytail, bucking his hips slightly so his tip hits her lips. “be patient matt,” i try to hold his hips down, but he lets out a low growl and moves my hands— pushing his tip into my mouth. “don’t tell me what to do mama,” he says to her.

she begins to suck his cock, bobbing her head up and down. “fuck— been wanting your slutty lips wrapped around me since i’ve seen you,” he rants out, causing her pace to fasten.

letting go, matt hums in disappointment. she spits on his tip and sticks her tongue into it, a whimper now falling past his lips. she kitten licks the tip and slides her tongue down his full length. ‘such a fucking tease’ matt thinks.

without a warning, she takes his full length. both of them turning into a moaning sweaty mess. “oh- yeah- FUCK!” matt groans out as his legs slowly start to shake, signaling he’s close. “i’m not done with you yet matty,” y/n says as she takes his cock out her mouth, a pop! noise coming with it.

“wanna ride you, let me ride you please!” she begins to beg as matt smirks, running his hands down the curves of her waist. “fuck baby, ride me,” he mumbles in a low voice as he leans forward, uniting the knot to her short pajama pants with his teeth.

he wastes no time sliding them right off, revealing the same pink bow panties she had on in the selfie he was jerking himself off to. “those fucking panties, you know what your doing slut,” matt says as my cheeks grow hot. what’s that supposed to mean?

“jerked off to your photos, you were wearing these slutty little bow panties and jesus— all i wanted was to fuck your dumb brains out baby,” matt admits as he slides them off with one hand, patting his lap for her to sit on.

she quickly does as told as he pulls her in for a messy make out session. their tongue’s fight for dominance and— of course, matt’s won. he slides his tongue past her lip as their teeth’s clash together— a whimper falling from both’s lips. her hips begin to grind as her wet core rubs against the skin of matt’s cock.

“fuck baby, hover over my lap real quick like the good girl you are,” good girl made her grow even wetter, she slides up and hovers her body so her clit is now lined up with matt’s tip. “grab a condom from my bedside table really quick,” matt says as she quickly shakes her head— “no.” she replies.

a smirk falls into matt’s face, “oh your a slut, you want me to fuck you raw?” he says as y/n slightly nods, her cheeks growing hotter as embarrassment fills the room. “you wanna be filled up huh? have my babies like the good girl you are?” matt teases her once more, “fuck matty, please!” she begins to beg for it. she doesn’t have to tell matt twice as he grabs her hips and pushes just his tip into her clit.

“is this good for you so far?” matt asks, sliding in little lengths at a time. “no matty, more- please!” she begs as he shoves as much as he can into her, a loud moan escaping past her lips. “shhh, don’t want nick to hear now do we?” he asks as his one hand falls from my waist and onto my mouth, shutting me up and muffling my moans and cries.

our sweaty skin slap against each other, whimpers falling from both our mouths. “fuck baby— look at you taking me so well, so fucking good for me. such a good girl,” matt praises which sends y/n over the edge. her back arches in the air and her head falls back, rubbing his thighs as she bounces up and down onto him. “fuck matty, gonna cum!” she says as matt slowly goes rougher.

“me too sweetheart, cum with me!” matt moans louder then expected as their legs begin to shake against each other, both of them hitting their orgasms. the room is filled with whimpers and loud cries, occasional growls coming from matt’s throat.

“shit- cumming!” y/n cries out as her steamy liquid falls onto matt’s cock, matt plunging into her once more as he fills her up with his own white, sticky liquid. “fuck— such a good girl!” matt says as he slowly slides his cock out of her core. whimpers falling past their lips as he does so.

“do you think nick still needs his blanket?” matt asks, laughing at his own joke. she lean’s over and click his phone on. 11:38 p.m. fuck time does go by fast when your having fun.

“nah, i think he’ll be fine,” she replies, both of them pulling in for one last kiss.

that night definitely ended better than they expected.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Chris Evans dates a short-sized! well-known photographer freelancer, reader. one day, reader came with chris to comic con dressing up captain America (but with skirt and showing off her belly button). Smut daddy + size + daddy + princess + punishment + spit + blowjob kink

hello, I never received a response on who you'd rather than chris. so I chose steve. I hope you like it.

summary - you surprise your boyfriend with a replica of his uniform, and the only difference is that it's more slutty.

warning - smut, daddy kink, spit kink, oral sex, spanking, swearing, semi-public sex.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You wanted to surprise Steve. 

Today was the day the avengers went to comic con. They agreed to take photos and sign autographs for the fans that loved them. You told Steve that you’d be the photographer today and that you’d meet him later only because you had a costume you wanted to surprise him with.

When Steve walked into the room, he was confident about meeting his fans. But the moment his eyes landed on you, who stood behind the camera. His jaw clenched, and his pants tightened. The sight of you smiling innocently at him while wearing a slutty version of his uniform made him feral. Steve desperately wanted to grab hold of you and fuck you in front of everyone, but he had to keep his cool, unfortunately. 

When one of the staff came over and stated it was time for a break, Steve stormed over to you and grabbed you. Throwing your tiny form over his shoulder as he stalked off to a private room, his hand resting possessively over your plump ass.

“Stevie! Where are you taking me?” A whimper escapes you as he spanks your ass.

“It’s daddy to you, princess.” When he enters the room, he slams the door closed, ensuring it’s locked. Steve roughly places you on the ground and pushes you to your knees. “You don’t get to speak. You will suck my cock until I say otherwise. If you touch yourself or stop, you won’t get to cum for a week. Understood?” His rough, gravel tone sends tingles between your thighs. 

You nod, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. You whimper as Steve grips your chin roughly. “Words, princess.”

“Yes, daddy. I understand.” Steve grunts in approval, his hands rushing, as he unbuckles his belt and whips his massive, throbbing member out. Your mouth begins to water as your eyes focus on the pre-cum leaking from his swollen, red tip. Steve groans as he taps it against your plump lips. His hands begin to pump his thick base.

“Spit on daddy’s cock, princess.” Steve’s eyes flutter shut as he feels you spit on his swollen cock. A stuttered groan escapes him as your lips wrap around him, sucking his soul through his cock. Steve’s fingers tangle in your hair, gripping your head as you bob up and down. “Jesus, princess. You’re doing so good!” 

A moan escapes you, sending vibrations through his member. Causing Steve’s hips to jerk, your cheeks hollowed as you sucked harder, taking him as far into your mouth as possible. Your hands come up and massage his balls. A string of saliva is attached as his cock leaves your mouth with a pop, and your eyes connect with his eyes as you suck his balls into your mouth. Moaning around them as he curses, his head is thrown back while he pushes you into them more. 

“Fuck! Fuck– You’re going to make me cum! You better fucking swallow it all, and I swear if you waste a bit of it, you will be punished.” He growls, guiding your head back to his aching cock, sliding it past your lips before he begins to fuck your face. Your gags fill the room as his tip hits the back of your throat, drool seeping out of the side of your mouth, covering yourself and the floor. “I’m cumming, princess! Remember to fucking swallow.” His pace picks up until he fills your mouth with his cum, watching you swallow his cum around his cock. 

You lick his member clean, sucking his tip before you lean back. Your tongue flicks out as you lick the cum from your lips. “Thank you, daddy.” You blink up at him, and a squeal leaves your lips as Steve picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist, his hand stroking your cheek as he stares into your eyes.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you, princess?” You nod, giving him a sweet smile.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[btecboogiez]

⌗ 𓂃 Summertime Sadness 𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅

Jeff Sadecki x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: He’s your new next-door neighbour, and he just so happens to be recently divorced…

CW: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N), NSFW!! , p in v sex, reader on birth control is implied, p#rn with plot.

A/N: I wrote this for a friend and decided to post it here! I’ve never wrote this stuff before so I hope you like it! <3

WC: 1.8K

jeff sadecki. your next-door-neighbour. the day he moved in, you went over to introduce yourself and ended up finding out about his recent divorce. he told you all about his homocidal ex-wife and how he just had to get away from all of it. the next day, you went over to help him with unpacking, just like how a good neighbour should. you were wearing a flowery little sundress that hugged your curves in all the right ways. the skirt of the dress, which was just covering what it needed to, was flowing in the warm summers breeze as you walked next door to jeff’s house.

you knocked on the door softly, waiting for a response. he opens the door and his hair is sweaty & messy. he’s clearly been busy. he smiles and invites you inside. “watch the boxes, they’re everywhere!” he says, shifting a large box out of the way so you can come inside properly. you walk in and take in the scene of the main room. boxes are stacked everywhere and there is trash bags right next to the front door. he has music playing through a little bluetooth speaker. system of a down is playing. “nice music taste.” you say, smiling.

“oh uh- thank you miss..” he smiles back, clearly a little flustered by your compliment. “should we get started on the boxes?” you ask. he nods and you two get to work. as you unpack, you both chat and tell eachother about your lives. quite a few hours pass and it’s almost midnight by the time you finish unpacking and organising his stuff. you sit down on his couch, sighing in relief. “thank jesus we are finished.” he flops down next to you and sighs aswell. “i should be heading home…” you say reluctantly, not exactly wanting to leave jeff, even if you live right next to eachother.

“i’ll walk you home..” he insists, standing back up again and opening his front door. the cool night air rushes in, causing you to shiver slightly. as you walk down his driveway, his hand finds itself on the small of your back. you look up to him and he smiles back. once you are at your place, he observes you walk inside, making sure you are okay and safe. you say your goodbyes and when you are finally inside and you lock your door, you sigh loudly and talk to yourself as you take your shoes off.

you walk upstairs before putting some grey sweatpants and a black tank top on. you tie your hair up, wanting to keep it out of your face for sleeping. you snuggle into your duvet and drift off to sleep.

his hands are touching your body lightly, his lips littering soft kisses along where his hands just were. his touch is like fire as he caresses your hips. “you look so pretty like this… all whored out for me…”. his voice is dominant yet soft. his fingers find the hem of your sweatpants, pulling them down. you lift your hips to aid his efforts to strip you. once he has your sweatpants off, he throws them somewhere in the room, just like he did with his shirt and pants. he spots your underwear. it’s a pale pink with lace covering it. he rubs the pad of his thumb against the wet patch on your panties, causing you to arch your back and softly whimper.

his fingers hook the gusset of your slutty underwear and pull it to the side, revealing your soaking cunt. “so wet for me sweetie, and you’ve only just met me…”. you blush hard at his words ; your whole body is white hot with lust and need. “please jeff…” you plead with him, needing more. he lets his index finger slide in and out of your wet folds, gathering your slick before pushing it inside of you. you moan out softly and your hands grip his broad shoulders, your nails digging in. he curls his finger, pressing against your sweet spot lightly before adding a second finger, stretching you even more. he pumps them in and out of your drenched hole, drinking in your soft and needy moans. “good girl… taking my fingers so well for me…” he coos in your ear. you feel that familiar feeling growing in your gut. “jeff… please i’m so close..!” you tell him and feel his fingers curl even more, his mouth moving down to suck on your clit.

as soon as his soft lips make contact with your sensitive nub, your whole body goes white hot. your toes curl and your eyes screw shut. you cry out his name, gripping his blonde hair tightly as you cum around his fingers. he slows down a little, letting you ride your high out. he pulls away from your soaked pussy and pull his throbbing cock out from his boxers before taking them off completely. he lines himself up with your drenched entrance and then-

your alarm goes off.

you open your eyes and groan, looking down at your body. your sweatpants are down to your knees and your hand is inside your underwear. your fingers are drenched so you slowly pull them out before getting up and plod to the bathroom. you wash your hands, your mind still spinning with the thoughts of your dream. you take a shower and can’t help but think about what it would be like with jeff. his muscles covered in droplets of water, his hips hitting against your ass, his whimpers as he gets close, his dick rubbing against-

you decide to stop thinking about him. you climb out of the shower and start to get ready. you have a towel wrapped around you, covering your ass almost perfectly. you start to brush your teeth when you hear a knock at the door downstairs. you hurry and open the door before spotting jeff. you blush bright red when you see him, feeling shameful about the thoughts you had about him previously. “good morning miss,” he says, smiling at you, “did i catch you at a bad time?”.

“uh- no, not at all!” you laugh a little, inviting him inside and letting him sit down on the couch in the main room. “give me 10 minutes and i’ll be back down here..!” you say before rushing upstairs and getting dressed. you put on a white, button up shirt and some low rise blue flare jeans. you then put on your slippers and glasses on. jeff wonders what is taking so long and walks upstairs. he watches you do your makeup from the bathroom door. once you finish putting your mascara on, you spot him and jump a little.

“jeff! you gave me a fright.” your hand is placed on your chest, trying to calm yourself down. “sorry honey.” he says, smiling as he always does. you feel yourself blush bright red and you loose your composure for a second. he smiles again, but it’s more cheeky this time. “are you done darlin? i’m getting impatient over here.” he says, his voice laced with a teasing tone. i nod and walk out of the bathroom and downstairs with jeff following me. we sit in the main room on the couch. “so jeff, why did you come over..?” i smile, trying not to touch him or kiss him.

“i wanted to speak to you about something actually…” he sounds nervous as he speaks, his voice shaking slightly. he collects himself and continues. “are you single?” the question shocks you a little but you answer. “yes i am. why do you ask?” he blushes and leans in a little. “because i like you. i like you a lot…” you feel your face go red-hot and you are convinced he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. “kiss me jeff..” your voice is quiet and sultry. he leans in and kisses you. you open your mouth slightly as you kiss and his tongue slips inside. you whimper into the kiss and his large hands cup your cheeks as you make out. the kiss slowly grows more hungry and passionate as he pulls you onto his lap.

“jeff…” you plead, grinding against him lightly. he groans and grasps your hips tightly, almost leaving bruises. he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist as he walks upstairs and throws you onto your bed. he pulls his shirt off and his torso looks exactly like you dreamt it would. you get to work unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your lacy bra. you purposely put on your best lingerie, hoping something like this would happen.

he gasps softly, his hands moving to caress your chest. he unclips your bra and drops it onto the floor next to your bed. his fingers drag over your hard nipples, causing you to whimper and whine under his touch. his hands move down your sides and unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. he kisses you again. the kiss is sloppy and needy as his finger hooks the gusset of your panties, pulling it to the side. he leans down and mumbles against your wet cunt before licking long stripes up and down. “so wet for me baby…”. he sucks on your clit before pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance. he repeats these two montions until your legs are shaking around his head and your hand is grasping his hair.

you feel yourself grow close to your orgasm. it hits you suddenly and your whole body shakes as white spots cloud your vision. you cry out for jeff, hoping he’ll slow down so he doesn’t overstimulate you. he pulls off of your soaked pussy and fumbles to take his pants & boxers off. once they are off, his hard cock hits his stomach. the tip is leaking pre-cum, so ready to be inside you. “are you okay with this..?” he asks before lining himself up with you. “

yes.. please fuck me jeff..” you consent and he pushes into you slowly. you gasp softly. “fuck- so tight honey..” he whimpers and starts to move slowly. you grasp his shoulders as he pumps in and out of you. he speeds up and you clench around him, moaning out for him desperately. “you gonna come baby? c’mon.. come for me honey..” his hips start to stutter and you can tell he’s about to come. “c’mon baby, c’mon baby, c’mon baby…” you finally come, clenching around his cock like a vice. he spills into you, groaning and thrusting a little.

your foreheads touch and you both sigh out. he kisses your lips softly, this time with love and not lust. you both smile and jeff breaks the silence. “you did so well for me there baby..” he hissed as he pulls out of you. he gets up and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom, cleaning you up. once you are clean, he snuggles up behind you, not caring it’s only 1pm. you smile and thank him for such a good start to your morning. as your bare bodies touch, you can’t help but blush. you both fall asleep quickly in eachothers arms, just like how lovers do.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my attempt at smut! i think i got a little lazy near the end but i hope it’s good enough! <3

#jeff sadecki #yellowjackets #warren kole #fanfic #smut #first post

[murdrdocs]

cw exhibitionism and public sex (but clothed!)

just thinking about how much chad meeks-martin is in his element when he's at a party. like, at the frat halloween party, he's just allowed to be that charismatic jock that can get along with everybody and who knows most, if not all, of the songs on the better-than-expected playlist.

he's dressed slutty, (good for him) but if you decide to join him, partaking in the one night a year that you can truly be a slut without much judgement, and you dress as a dallas cowboy cheerleader to match him, he's going a little crazy.

he's buzzed, as are you, and he's tried to avoid too much pda by dancing with you instead of pushing you against the wall and kissing you until you could barely breathe in the stuffy atmosphere. but then there's a succession of songs that always manage to get you both, songs that are old enough to be considered Classics among you two, and suddenly you're dancing a lot more provocatively and he's grinding into you, ignorant of the watchful eyes surrounding you both.

maybe you're both just enjoy a healthy amount of exhibitionism, because suddenly tongue fucking against the wall of a frat party doesn't sound too bad. one of his hands roaming your body, the other above your head, trapping you in the space with the buff expanse of his physique.

the kiss is so sloppy, all tongue and teeth, barely any lip. he has you so close to him, both of you almost half naked, but it's not enough. he pressed one of his legs further between yours, and he pushes it up to connect with your core and just the pressure has you gasping a little. but then his hand reaches your waist and he pushes you back and forth and it feels so good. everything is heightened with the circumstances; in public, where it's almost socially acceptable to make out like the horny teenagers that you are, but it's definitely not okay for chad to get you off right here, with your friends (and his sister) somewhere around the house.

but chad can't stop, and you don't want him to. your noises are so sweet and pretty and they're right next to his ear, allowing him to take each little sound in over the thump! thump! of the music. your hands reach for his hips, nails scratching at his belt and the denim of his jeans and his tanned skin.

"jesus, chad. feels 's good. but–" you're about to say something but one particular drag of your hips against the denim pushes the seam of your shorts a certain way and it itches against a particularly sensitive spot and it takes you a second to remember what you were saying.

"'but' what, baby?" chad has to remind you through kisses to your temple.

"but we're in public," you finally finish telling him, your eyes opening to look around you. you bring a hand to the back of his neck, trying to urge him to move off of you but you're not trying that hard.

his head lifts and you can see a smile in only his eyes. he licks his lips, casts his eyes around both of you, and turns back to face you with a smile on his lips too.

"no one's watching. you can continue to grind against my thigh and get yourself off if that's what you wanna do." he's the one getting you off. he's controlling your movements. but he's manipulated the situation to cause a little humiliation.

not that much humiliation, though, because you push your lips to his again and you let both of his hands grip your hips and move them faster against his leg.

it's not long before you're cumming, your moans muffled by sticking your head in the crook of chad's neck. he's talking you through it ("there you go. feels good, doesn't it? you know i couldn't resist you in this little get up, sweetheart. just had to make you feel good, couldn't help myself. didn't know you liked things like this. dirtier than i thought. fuck, love you that way, too"), his words only making you shake and spasm harder until you're leaning back against the wall, your eyes closed and breathing heavy.

when you've come down enough to open your eyes, chad speaks. "heard they have jello shots in the kitchen. wanna get one?"

you stare at him, deadpan, and push at his shoulders. "if you don't take me home right now, chad."

he laughs, head thrown back, and he reaches a hand out to do as you'd told him. but it's then that anika comes around the corner.

"you're needed, big guy."

#GASP #SOMETHING CANONCOMPLICIT ??? #who would've thought #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin smut #chad meeks martin x you #scream 6 #chad meeks martin #chadsworld! #celeste writes scream

[megxplryxb]

Bite Me...

*Note* Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of posts lately, i've been really sick and feeling crap but started to write this on Halloween night and only finished it now. Also, Green with Envy pt. 2 is almost finished so bare with me. Anyway, enjoy your weekend beautiful people <3

Warnings: Smut at the end because we all love smutty Steve.

Pairings: Steve Harrington fem!reader

Disclaimer: I do not take any credit for gifs used.

The sound of children’s laughter and excitement echoed loudly through your usually quiet neighbourhood as Halloween night was finally upon the town of Hawkins, Indiana. You smiled, looking out your bedroom window to see an army of kids hyped up on sugar, running all over the leaf filled streets with their flashlights, knocking on doors, dressed up as monsters and superheroes trying to get as much loot as they could before darkness completely covered the skies and their parents ordered them to call it a night.

Halloween had been your personal favourite holiday ever since you were a little girl, running around trick or treating with your friends, collecting as much candy as you could in your costume of choice for that year, secretly watching horror movies with your older brothers’ to end the evening while your parents were out at some gathering. Now that you were older however, trick or treating had been traded for drinking and partying but the dressing up tradition had always remained firmly intact for you and your friends.

Music blared from the radio on your bedside locker as you added the finishing touches to the vampire outfit you were wearing to Steve Harrington’s Halloween bash at his parents house. Two fake puncture wounds on the side of your neck, eye make up dark and glittery as your mouth featured a pair of plastic fangs. Your usual straight hair now full of long loose curls, black tights matching the colour of your short skirt. Cleavage much fuller than normal as the purple corset top hugged your chest tightly making your boobs spill over the edge ever so slightly. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t intended on looking a tiny bit slutty tonight, thankful your parents had already long gone to their own Halloween activities to notice what you were wearing.

The beep outside signalled to you that Jonathan had arrived and was waiting patiently outside. The second and continuous beep, signalled to you that he had already picked up Eddie Munson who was not being so patient and wanted you out of the house immediately. You rolled your eyes at your friend’s immaturity, bending down to the mirror on your dressing table, applying the dark shade of lipstick before grabbing your purse and heading out the front door.

“Come on sweetheart, we should be drunk al—SWEET JESUS” Eddie cried, hanging out the car window, stunned as you walked towards your friends, finally getting in to the back seat beside the long haired boy.

“You look amazing!” Nancy squealed excitedly. “You guys do too, you’re really pulling off the blonde wig Nance!” You complimented as Nancy smiled sweetly. She had her and Jonathan’s costumes picked out since the middle of summer, deciding to go as Sandy and Danny from Grease as it was her favourite movie. Jonathan easily agreeing to it once she was happy.

“I know I’m not supposed to say things like this to one of my best friend’s but fuck you look smokin’ hot.” Eddie drooled, eyes glued to your cleavage. He was dressed as some up and coming musician called Slash and swore that this guy was going to be the next up and coming rockstar.

“Eddie can you not be a perv for five minutes?” Nancy pleaded.

“Eyes up here at all times Munson.” You ordered, pointing to your face as he shook his head to focus. “Yes, ma’am.” He joked as you shouldered him playfully.

“Wonder what Harrington is going as this year.” Jonathan quizzed as everyone else shrugged. You knew Steve was dressing as Joel Goodsen from Risky Business, he had showed you the costume two days ago while you lay naked in his bed after another round of mind blowing sex. But that was a secret you had both been keeping from your friends for the last couple of months, because tonight while pretending to be a bloodsucking creature of the night, you also had to pretend that you weren’t in a relationship with one, Steve Harrington.

You weren’t exactly sure when your feelings for Steve had changed from platonic to romantic, maybe those feelings had always been there deep down but you knew something had definitely shifted between you after getting trapped in that Russian elevator back at the Starcourt mall. The way he intertwined his fingers with yours as you sat on the cold floor trying to come up with a plan to get out of there, the way you rested yourself on his shoulder while his hand sat on your thigh, the fact that you had almost kissed while the others were sleeping until Dustin let one rip and pulled you back to reality again, both of you bursting in to quiet fits of laughter. You could see how much Steve had matured by the way he protected you from the Russian guards when they held you captive while Robin, Dustin and Erica had escaped to get help. It was he who took the beatings when they looked for information that neither of you could give, drugging you both in the hopes that someone would let something slip. The only thing Steve let slip in his drugged up state though, was his regret of not getting to kiss you back in the elevator, a regret you silently agreed with.

Neither of you brought it up again after the drugs had worn off and the mind flayer had been defeated. You decided to take Max under your wing after losing her brother and Steve was busy job hunting with Robin after the mall had all but burned to the ground. When you did find yourselves together however, either alone or with the others, you were certain there was a spark between you that neither had noticed before. Things stayed that way for several months, you and Steve being drawn to each other, finding reasons to touch or be near the other, it was something unspoken between you but you both knew it was there. Then, like clockwork, strange things started to occur in Hawkins once more with Chrissy Cunningham mysteriously dying, followed by Fred Benson days later. It didn’t take the group long to figure out another battle was on the horizon.

The battle with Vecna felt darker and more personal than it ever had before. The creature playing on people’s fears and weaknesses, taking pleasure in causing so much terror and pain and for the first time, you weren’t sure it was a fight that you and the others could win. You were fearful for the younger teens safety, hating that they were once again in danger but you all promised to see it through to the end one way or the other.

The night before the final fight, you found yourself at Steve’s house, both realising that if you were going to die, you wanted to spend your last night in the presence of the other. It had become a common theme, finding comfort in each other’s company every time your little town was on the brink of total destruction. Sharing a bottle of whiskey from his parents drinks cabinet, sitting on his living room floor, backs against the couch, listening to music as you talked about all the things you hadn’t gotten to do in life up to that moment. You weren’t sure how it happened or who had initiated it but suddenly your lips were on Steve’s, hands lost in hair, clothes torn off and desperate words being whispered in to each other’s ears. Something that had started out fast and frenzied became slow and passionate, as realisation set in that it might have been your first and last night together. Feelings that had been hidden away for the better part of a year, now out in the open, bodies aching to feel anything other than fear and the next morning you woke in Steve’s bed, laying across his chest as he held you close.

It had been the best night of your life.

Now months later, Vecna was dead and you and Steve were finally a proper couple, although no one else knew that yet. The two of you had been enjoying your time together in secret, getting to know one another better before telling everyone else about your relationship. You knew they’d all be ecstatic, especially Dustin and Max but neither of you were ready to answer any questions yet. So instead, you snuck around like naughty teenagers, trying to steal moments with each other whenever possible and you had to admit, it was pretty fun.

You knew Steve would both love and hate your Halloween costume. He had begged you to tell him what you were going as, pleading with you not to look too revealing as he’d spend all night trying to hide an awkward hard on, knowing he couldn’t touch you without blowing your cover. He should never have told you that because you had made it your job to find the most scandalous clothing possible, wanting to make him suffer.

Jonathan pulled up, parking on the side of the street as you all emptied out of the car. “m’lady” Eddie bowed, offering his hand to help you out, you gladly accepting. “Who said chivalry was dead?” You teased as he winked at you, walking towards the door. Nancy’s soft knock was met by a sneer from Eddie. “Nance, just walk in. No one’s gonna hear your knock with the music that loud.” Jonathan muttered.

“No, Jonathan it’s rude to just walk in to someone’s house!” She argued.

“It’s Steve, I don’t think he’ll be offended.” You laughed. “You’re all wasting valuable drinking time!”. Eddie groaned, finally shuffling by everyone to open the door. The house was already packed with people as you made your way in to find your boyfriend and Robin. Your best friend had also been roped in to help Steve for the better part of two days, cleaning, decorating and shopping for drinks and food for the party, both of you taking over the duties when Steve went to work at the video store. Eventually, you found them both in the kitchen, talking to a bunch of people over a couple of drinks and you couldn’t help but bite your lip seeing Steve in his sunglasses, something about it just made you weak, thoughts immediately turning dirty in your mind.

“You’re here!” Robin gasped, noticing you first as Steve’s attention was pulled from his current conversation to look at you, jaw almost hitting the floor when he saw you. You tried your best to keep your focus on Robin but you couldn’t help notice the lust in his eyes as you mentally undressed each other.

“I know, sorry we’re a bit late, we had to stop at the store for cigarettes for Eddie and then Jonathan forgot his jacket and—”

“I wanna say I’m hearing you but I’m way too distracted by your boobs.” Robin teased as you let out a laugh. “Robin!” You cried, blushing slightly at your friend who was dressed as Carrie, and weirdly pulling it off.

“I’m sorry! It’s just I’ve never seen them so on show before, I don’t know why you don’t show them more often, you have very nice boobies and I’m going to stop talking before Vickie gets here and I get in to trouble.”

“Buckley, stop perving on your best friend.” Steve joked as Robin shoved him playfully. “I’m just complimenting her boobies dingus, girls are allowed to do that sort of thing.” Robin defended.

“Well maybe you should go compliment your girlfriend’s boobies instead because she just walked in the front door.” Steve said encouraging Robin towards the hallway. “Oh, look how cute she looks! I’ll be back in a second.” Robin squealed, running to greet her girlfriend, leaving you and Steve alone as he handed you a red cup full of beer.

“So can I compliment your boobies too or is that weird?” He whispered in a teasing voice. “I’d be highly offended if you didn’t, Harrington.” You flirted back, taking a sip of your drink as he took in the view before him, removing his glasses, placing the temple in his mouth to inspect you further. “Jesus Christ, you’re too fucking hot in that outfit.” He groaned, practically drooling all over the place.

“You’re looking pretty hot yourself, Stevie.” You grinned as he stopped himself from moving closer.

“How am I gonna last the night with you looking like that huh?” He whispered desperately in your ear before the others joined you back in the kitchen.

“What are you guys talking about?” Eddie asked suspiciously as you and Steve both looked at each other…”Boobies.” You said in unison as Eddie laughed excitedly.

“My kind of conversation.”

An hour or so had past and you were back in the kitchen after having danced with Nancy, Robin and Vickie, sitting on the counter top with another drink in hand.

“I think Steve’s seeing someone.” Robin stated, stuffing her face with nachos as you tried not to spit your beer all over the floor.

“What makes you say that?” You asked nervously, looking over at Steve who was sat on the couch in deep conversation with Jonathan and Eddie.

“Well, besides the huge hickey he had on his neck in work last week, he’s not flirting with the customers which is totally unlike him and he hasn’t been on a date in like months. Haven’t you noticed?” Robin asked.

“I guess I haven’t.” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact with her.

“Has he said anything to you?” She questioned as you shifted uncomfortably.

“No, why would he? You’re his best friend, you see him more than I do and I’m sure if he was seeing someone, he’d tell you first.” You assured, feeling slightly guilty for lying to her.

“I don’t know, I mean, I’d really love to meet her if she does exist because he’s been really happy lately, happier than I’ve ever seen him.” Robin revealed smiling at you as you smiled back, heart fluttering at her words about Steve. You weren’t quite sure if she was trying to hint at something but you were thankful when Vickie interrupted the conversation, dragging her girlfriend back to the dance floor again.

A couple of hours past and the party was still in full swing, drinks were flowing, music playing, people dancing and making out. You had just beaten Eddie in beer pong, the two of you deciding to take a couple of shots afterwards for good measure but now you were starting to feel a little light headed, deciding to sneak outside to Steve's back yard for some air.

"Boo." Your boyfriend whispered huskily, wrapping his strong arms around you, nuzzling in to your neck.

"Steve, someone could walk out here at any second!" You giggled, turning to face him.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you out here all alone huh? Lot's of creepy people out tonight just looking to take advantage of an innocent girl." He teased, as you let his hands roam your body, your arms sliding around his neck. "Is that so?"

"Mmhmm." He nodded, grinning at you.

"Oh Stevie, I think you're underestimating your girlfriend." You flirted, walking slowly to the side of Steve's house, curling your finger, signalling for him to follow you.

"And why is that princess?" He asked licking his lips, catching up to you as you grinned cheekily at him, lifting your skirt ever so slightly to slowly pull your black lace thong down around your ankles before removing them completely, throwing them at your boyfriend.

"Because I'm not very innocent at all."

"Holy shit...." He swallowed, putting a hand through his hair, unable to get any words out of his mouth.

"Steve Harrington lost for words...that's gotta be a first." You smirked, biting your lip as he stared lustfully at you.

Steve had never seen you like this before, usually it was he who would take control, initiate the flirting or the foreplay but here you stood, so bold, so brazen, full of confidence, absolutely radiating sex and fuck, it was turning him on.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?" He groaned, closing the space between you, backing you in to the wall. Steve took your hand, placing it on his already hardened cock, priding yourself on your ability to arouse him that quick. "You see what you do to me huh? The way your fuckin' dressed, fuck i've been staring at you all night, just want to ruin you." He whispered.

"I want that too." You moaned, feeling his hand slide between your legs, sliding a finger achingly slow through your folds, letting out a pathetic whine. "So fuckin' wet, always ready for me. Think I could fuck you out here without anyone seeing, baby?" He questioned in your ear, making you shiver excitedly at the thoughts of him fucking you in his backyard. Deep down you knew it was a bad idea but it was hard to care when Steve was whispering dirty things in your ear, promising to make you come over and over again.

"Steve.." You whimpered as his lips met yours, tongue darting in to your mouth. "Wanna know a secret? I've got a thing for vampires and you're the hottest one I've ever seen." He confessed, a darkness in his eyes as the lust began to take over.

"Want me to bite you Stevie?" You teased, nipping lightly at him, leaving wet kisses down his collarbone.

"Oh shit, want you to bite me baby, fucking do it." He pleaded as you sunk your teeth in to his neck. Steve hissing in pleasure as you began to suck on the skin, leaving an instant bruise.

“Oh, oh fuck you’re so hot right now.” He cried, grabbing your hair, holding you in place as you continued to suck and lick his neck.

“Taste good, baby?” He asked as you nodded, proud of the love bite you had left on him.

“Wanna suck on something else now….” You admitted, playing with his belt buckle as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Christ, you’re really trying to kill me.” He stated, throwing his head back as you began to unzip his pants.

“Harrington, where the fuck are you?” Eddie yelled from the house as you quickly pulled apart, knowing it was only a matter of time before your friend checked the yard.

“Shit.” Steve muttered, trying to fix himself before returning to the party, hiding his hickey with the collar of his shirt. “Typical Munson.” He sighed as you fixed your hair and outfit, trying to grab your panties back from your boyfriend.

“Not so fast sweetheart, I’m not finished with you yet, not by a long shot.” He grinned, dangling your lace thong in front of you.

“Steve!” You blushed, trying to grab your underwear again as he stuffed them in to his pants pocket. “I’m gonna keep these for now because what I have planned for you later, doesn’t involve panties.” He smirked as you huffed, folding your arms. Steve slyly smacking your ass as you both walked back in to the house, instantly being greeted by Eddie, wearing a shit eating grin on his face, realising exactly what you two had been up to.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things 4

[dellalyra]

CONGRATS ON THE 1.5k!!!!!!! that’s so exciting and well deserved :)) for your event can i request a gojo thirst about his slutty little black t shirt? (i’m still thinking about it god help me)

A/N: I need a cold shower I’m sorry this is so self indulgent bc I would drop down no questions asked for that man. Filled w smut - shameless really. Hint of a degradation kink nd Dom gojo but mostly the biggest warning is his slutty black shirt. MDNI

Sitting beside Shoko and Nanami, you saw your boyfriend come into the bar you all were meeting for drinks after work - he'd come straight from a mission and Jesus he knew what he was doing. All you can hear is blood running through your ears when he struts toward the table - he did this on purpose is all you can think. You think you’ve forgotten how to breathe and he lifts his arms, strong and defined in a wave. He wrestles the other two into a hug and then leans in, a large hand snaking around to hold the small of your back, leaning down to whisper ‘hey, princess’ with a kiss to the shell of your ear and oh do you shiver at the feeling on his breath on your bare neck. All you can do is look up at him with wide eyes and he smirks, in his glasses, you can see your own eyes - the pretty colour of them almost completely disappeared underneath the dilated expanse of your pupils.

He knows what he's doing.

You can see other women sneer at you, jealousy was palpable. He's always gorgeous, otherworldly in beauty.

But fuck, that makes him positively provocative, he looks like walking sin and hell has never looked more appealing to you. You manage about 30 minutes of chatter between your oldest friends, squirming in your seat with the uncomfortable feeling of your far too damp panties clinging to your heat and you'd swear your pussy had its very own pulse. Nanami left to go to the bathroom, Shoko to get a top up and Satoru wraps his arm around your shoulder, and the heavy feeling of muscles and heat emanating from him makes you whimper.

“Fuck Princess, I knew I’d get a rise outta you but I didn’t think you’d be that much of a pathetic whore to whimper in public.” He smirks, fingers dancing down your arm, eyes looking directly at you through your glasses.

“Fuck you, ‘toru.” You reply, closing your eyes and tilting your head up until a finger nudges your chin so you’re directly looking at him.

“You can if you want, sugar. Wanna hop?” He asks, laying a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“God, please, I need - home. Now.” You whine into his neck, leaving a kitten lick behind because you just can’t help yourself when he is wearing that.

He makes an excuse to Shoko and wraps his arm around your waist and you’re outside and then you’re home and in your room and he’s pushing you onto you knees beside the bed - and looking up at him through your lashes what you see could easily be a god.

His skin tight, black muscle tee is so fucking fitted that every crevice and expanse of him is highlighted in it’s shadows. His bulk, usually hidden in his uniform is fully on display like artwork at the Louvre and you’re there to worship him. To praise the masterpiece that is the way the sleeves hug his goddamn arms with biceps and triceps stretching the fabric to it’s very limit - bursting at the seams. His chest heaves with heavy breaths as the sight of you, in your pretty party dress, on your knees nearly knocks him for six. The definition of his back is easily seen in the mirror behind him, the planes of his abs are just calling for your tongue’s exploration as he lifts the hem of his shirt to bite between his teeth and slaps his long, pretty cock across your glossy lips.

“This what a fuckin’ T-shirt does to you? Christ, I wonder how much of a whore my cock’ll make you then, filthy fuckin’ girl. Now c’mon, might be nice to you if you suck me real good baby.”

#pixie needs a cold shower #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo smut #gojo thirst #jjk thirsts

[vylad243]

I just wanted to tell you how much I adore your writing and characterizations for Hazbin Hotel! Vox is my favorite character and radiostatic my favorite ship and I keep finding myself revisiting your fics over and over again because of how wonderfully you portray them

I wanted to ask about any radiostatic/Vox-centric headcanons you might have floating around in your head?

Thank you! Sorry it took so long to respond! I was using this ask to cheer me up while I was grieving, so thank you for sending it! Vox is my favourite too! (Hence why I torture him)

Thank you so much for reading my fics ^-^ I'm so glad you've been enjoying them. I love reading comments and asks about them. Makes me feel giddy

I have a few! I also have a few secretive ones in my fic that will be mentioned here

Vox is FTM! He gives me those vibes and my sister agreed with me.

Vox being able to reproduce is another one. I don't really do Mpreg (I did once for my friend to make her feel better. It was Lorax x Jesus and never again) so don't expect to see any mpreg Vox, but he can. My headcanon is that a select few (specifically ones who despise children or have no desire to reproduce or are trans) are able to carry. All biological males are able to reproduce

Vox had heterochromia when he was alive! One blue and one brown

Vox has three sisters. One older and two younger. They're unnamed

Vox's dead name is Valerie! His nickname was 'Ree'.

Vox is bi demisexual specifically in my AU

Vox's sexual trauma is based off of mine and my friend's sexual trauma. She used to be a lot more sexual and now hides her body, while I am now more 'slutty' and tend to show off a bit more when I used to wear baggy clothes. We swapped personalities fr. It's why Vox is so hot and cold. One minute he feels confident- the next it's the wrong kind of attention and he covers up and hides himself

Vox isn't a blueblood because he's a sinner, but sometimes his blood bleeds cyan blue if he's charged up enough. It's why all his scars and scabs are cyan blue

Vox is technically Lucifer's adopted brother in my au and that makes him Charlie's uncle!

Vox's powers are fueled by attention. It's why he's so needy and public all the time. He needs attention to keep producing electricity for all of Hell

Vox's royalty rank falls under "brings joy to hell." That is his duty and what he does

Papermint has been in Hell longer than Vox

Vox spawned into Hell on Extermination Day

Vox found Velvette fighting for her life and he helped her. That's how they met. Vox still feels the need to protect her. He did not help her rise to Overlord though. He wanted her to do it herself

I mentioned in my fic that Alastor gave Vox a knife before they grew apart! That was Alastor's first courting gift to Vox, but neither Alastor nor Vox were aware

Alastor and Vox have the similar powers! The difference is Vox embraces it while Alastor prefers to keep it on the downlow. Alastor brought radiowaves to Hell while Vox brought electricity

Vox wears tight dresses occasionally to check his weight, yes Alastor found out and promptly tore up the dresses so Vox wouldn't starve himself

Alastor fell first and fell harder while Vox is a little oblivious

Alastor rejected Vox all those years ago because he didn't like the idea of 'sharing Vox' but wasn't going to force Vox to pick between him and Valentino

Alastor regrets not making Vox pick

Vox had a scar on his eyebrow when he was alive

That's all I can think of at the top of my head!

#hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #anonymous #radiostatic #hazbin hotel alastor #a month in rut #vylad's random headcanons #headcanons

[hawkins-losers]

Eddie sliding it between your thighs, I'm begging!!

Summary: Eddie gets horny on stage because of you’re wearing stockings - then ruins said stocking

Warning: smut, thigh fucking, semi-public sex(?),

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One of your biggest turn on was Eddie playing guitar. It didn’t matter if it was in the comfort and casualness of his messy bedroom, Garreth’s oil-smelling garage or on a stage with a crowd of drunks around you. Seeing him skillfully move his fingers on the neck, the vibration and sexy sound of the the electric guitar, the way he felt the music and bobbed his head in a headbang, long hair flowing like those rockstars on TV, and that slutty little tongue whenever he was concentrating on a part went straight to your core.

In return, Eddie loved when you came to his shows and watched him perform. He felt so much more confident and played better when you were there. Sometimes, he'd glance at you in the crowd. He'd flash a wink or hold eye contact during a part he knew made your pussy clench.

Tonight, it was Eddie's turn to be turned on and teased.

You had showed up late to the bar, having spent the whole day out with your friends and needing to drive across town to get to the Hideout. Corroded Coffin had just stepped on stage when you arrived, Garreth’s drums echoing in the room as the first song began. You snaked through the small crowd, making your way closer to the stage to get a good view.

It was also safer than staying at the back with the drunks. A wandering hand happens fast and their flirting disgusted you.

You bobbed your head to the music, mouthing the lyrics to all the songs, having heard them about a hundred times.

During the second verse, Eddie spotted you in the crowd, dressed in your usual gig attire: a Corroded Coffin shirt tied in a knot at the front, a black skirt and boots. The corner of his lips twitched into a soft smile, then disappeared. He needed to keep a straight face and concentrate. If he misses a chord, he’s gonna get a side eye from his bandmates. His eyes lowered to your legs, breath catching in his throat when he saw what he assumed were tights were actually stockings.

Eddie felt his pants tightening and mentally cursed on stage. Jesus Christ.

After the show, Eddie disposed of his guitar and came to you, kissing you hard before dragging you to the backstage area. He would usually have a beer before going home, but he had other plans for tonight - other needs he needed to take care of.

You quickly - and rudely - passed by Garreth and the others who were chatting casually while they packed their stuff. You wanted to say 'hi', but you had to keep your eyes on the ground to not trip on any of the cords and boxes in the badly lit space.

‘’Eddie, where are we going?’’ you asked confusedly, having never been to that part of the bar yet.

If you hadn't known Eddie so well, you could've thought he wanted to murder you.

He stopped by a storage room and you halted, almost hitting his back. Eddie pushed open the door and pulled you in with him, closing the door with his foot. The second it was closed, he had his lips on you, holding your jaw with one hand and fumbling with the light-switch with the other, the naked lightbulb above you illuminating the room in an unflattering light.

You kissed back just as eagerly, pulling him closed by the fabric of his shirt and opening your mouth to let his tongue in, tasting the beer he must've had before the show. His skin was clammy under your touch and his cheap woody cologne mixed with the musk odor of sweat, but you weren't bothered by it. Sweat was part of dating a to-be rockstar.

Your hands slid down his body and under his shirt, grasping at his skin until you felt Eddie's hips roll against you.

You broke the kiss with a quiet chuckle. ‘’Someone's horny tonight,’’ you pointed out with a raised eyebrow, the big tent of his hardened length being hard to miss when it was pressed against your lower stomach.

Eddie pressed his forehead against yours, his voice rougher from being so dry after the gig. ‘’That's all you, sweetheart. Got me so fucking hard while I was playing tonight. I had to go through all five songs with a hard on in my pants. Good thing my guitar can hide all this, wouldn't want our fans to get wrong ideas.’’

You laughed, pushing your teasing by sliding your hand over the bulge in his pants to palm him. Eddie groaned. He was so hard he thought he was going to combust.

‘’Me?’’ You frowned half-innocently. ‘’What did I do?’’

The light flickered above you as Eddie's hands went down your sides, wandering lower to your thighs, then grabbing with calloused fingers at the flimsy nylon of your stockings. ‘’These.’’ He looked down with greedy eyes, kneading and threading his fingers against the back of your thighs. The delicate lace of the band hugged you so perfectly, creating a slight pudge at the top – Eddie wanted to sink his teeth into it. ‘’Got my cock all hard just thinking about them.’’

It never occurred to you that Eddie could be a lingerie guy. Although he did go feral that one time you wore a lace bra, he liked you naked better – his words, not yours.

‘’Want a better view?’’ You took a step back and, under his watchful eyes, pushed your skirt up and over your hips, flashing your black underwear and the rest of your bare thighs.

A low growl came from Eddie’s throat, the stiffness in his pants getting really uncomfortable. ‘’Fuck.’’ He pulled you flush against him, slowly grinding you into his body, impatient to relieve the pressuring ache in his jeans. ‘’I need to fuck you in those stockings. No- I wanna fuck your thighs.’’ Eddie nodded in agreement at his own idea. Yeah, that sounds so much better.

Taking a quick look at your surroundings, you tried to figure out the best way to do it. You spotted a shelving unit with boxes of empty bottles. This will do. You turned around and bent over, grasping the edge of the shelf. Your sweet little ass and the back of your thighs were facing him.

You looked over your shoulders and Eddie thought he was going to cum on the spot. ‘’This okay?’’ you asked.

Eddie hummed, wishing you could see yourself from here. ‘’Perfect. Fuck- You’re so pretty like that, sweetheart. So fucking sexy.’’ He undid his pants and pulled himself out, giving it a few strokes and collecting the pre-cum from his tip to use as lube.

Sensing him right behind you, you parted your thighs a little, just enough for his cock to slide between them. ‘’Use me. Wreck my pretty little thighs.’’

‘’You read my mind. Now, squeeze them tight for me, baby.’’

You did and Eddie sucked in a breath, holding himself from moaning loudly. He grabbed your thighs in a firm grip to control his thrusts, the imprint of his cold rings digging into your skin.

‘’You feel so good- Fuck. Your thighs are squeezing me so well.’’ He groaned into your shoulder just as much as he’d be if he was inside you, his hair tickling your neck.

His balls were hitting your thighs at every snap of his hips and his cock was beginning to chafe from rubbing against the lace, but Eddie moaned into your neck as he sped up. Getting a friction burn was the last thing on his mind.

Taking a curious glance between your thighs, you could just barely see the head of his swollen pink tip every time he pushed forward, pelvis bumping against your ass. You felt yourself clench at the sight of Eddie slipping and sliding between your legs. If you didn't have your panties on, his cock would be rubbing against your pussy, which sounded eyes-rolling-to-the-back-of-your-head amazing.

Maybe you're gonna have to try that again. And, maybe not in a storage room at the Hideout.

‘’I’m not gonna- not gonna last.’’

Getting the message, you squeezed your thighs impossibly tighter and Eddie picked up his pace, fucking into you hard and fast and messy.

Every time he would brush against your clothed pussy, you had to chew on your lip to bite back a needy moan. The lack of direct attention to your own arousal was becoming frustrating, but you knew Eddie would make it up to you later. He always did.

“Gonna cum,” Eddie warned you and, within a second he was spilling out with a grunt, his cum sputtering somewhere on the floor, not really caring about the mess. He pulled back, milking himself on the back of your stockings and ruining them.

Maybe you were mad that he had ruined your stockings. Maybe he had rolled his eyes and slipped them in his jeans pocket to cover the crime scene. No cum-stained stockings in sight, no one to blame for the soiled floor, right?

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heyy! can you do a fic where reader has to sleep in the same bed as rafe? you can decide how the story goes 🥵

Oppression

Trigger Warning: CNC, drugging, breeding, implied Rafe trapping

I’d had a crush on Rafe Cameron my whole life. I befriended Sarah and Wheezie just to get close to the oldest Cameron. He always treated me like he did his sisters. Like shit. One whole summer was nothing but mean pranks and cruel words.

The older I got the more I realized he didn’t like girls that tried too hard. So I stopped wearing slutty clothes and started pretending he didn’t exist. It worked like a charm. By the time we were seniors, I was always invited to the Kook parties and I scored plenty of coke without having to pay. But Rafe still wouldn’t make a move. He even ignored when Kelc did. Rafe just tolerated me more, shared his drugs and alcohol, offered me a place to crash, but never the attention I wanted.

“You’re the best, Y/N.” Rafe says, eyes dazed and happy as he looks up at me. I can’t tear my gaze from his hard cock poking out of his boxers. Jesus, it was huge and leaking. I licked my lips, wanting it in my mouth.

“You’re the best, Y/N.” Rafe says, eyes dazed and happy as he looks up at me. I can’t tear my gaze from his hard cock poking out of his boxers. Jesus, it was huge and leaking. I licked my lips, wanting it in my mouth.

“Do you see something you like?” Rafe smirks at me. He was a lot nicer when he was under the influence.

“Do you?” I counter, pushing the straps off my dress off my shoulder and his eyes widen as my breasts come out. I shove the dress down past my waist, letting it drop to the floor. Rafe’s hazy eyes roam over my body, his cock twitching as he does.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so hot.” Rafe sways a little so I place my hands on his shoulders to balance him, putting my breasts in his face.

“You think so?” I smile innocently, sliding one hand down to stroke him through his boxers. His eyes fall shut as he savors the feeling.

“Yes.” He hisses, his hands slowly come up to toy with my nipples.

“Why have you never made a move on?” I whisper, leaning in to place a soft kiss against his parted lips.

“I-I guess I never paid attention. Plus you’re four years younger than me.” Rafe says like he’s unsure. I push my breasts into his face, his mouth slowly closing around one of my nipples.

“Do you want me now?” I murmur, bringing his ringed fingers to my mouth and kissing each one. Rafe shudders around my flesh in his mouth as I suck one of his fingers into my mouth then lower it to my panties.

“I don’t know. It doesn’t seem right.” Rafe murmurs, teeth grazing my nipple as I force him to caress me over my panties.

“Don’t you feel how wet I am for you?” I whisper as his fingers start exploring on their own.

“You’re so wet.” Rafe rasps, slipping past the elastic and letting his fingers rubs me. I stifle a moan as he circles my entrance then my clit, over and over again.

“It’s all for you Rafe.” I tip his head back to kiss him, his lips moving lazily against mine. His finger finally slips inside me and we both curse.

“I can’t do this. You’re friends with my sisters.” His Adam’s apple bobs with each strained breath he takes while his finger works inside me slowly.

His eyes fall shut as his fingers slip from inside me. I gently push him back on the bed while his feet stay planted to the ground. I slip my panties off and free him from his boxers. I suck the hard weeping tip of his cock into my mouth causing him to moan loudly. I can feel each ridge of a vein in his shaft with my tongue as I take him as deep as I can. I had no experience with men but I’d watched plenty of porn to know how to pleasure a man. I’d been saving myself for Rafe all these years. I wanted him to have all my firsts.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” He mumbles, fingers loose in my hair. Just as his balls draw up and he swells in my mouth, I stop. He groans for a moment while I quickly straddle his waist. I line him up with my soaked entrance and slowly start to take him inside me. I wince when he hits resistance but push myself down anyway with a whimper. Rafe lays there panting, his brows pulled together in pleasure. A soft moan leaves his lips once I reach the hilt. It hurt so bad but I was determined to see this through.

“Y/N.” Rafe whispers, his hands finding my hips as I start to rock back and forth.

“Oh shit, Rafe.” I gasp, my body shaking from the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation. He was hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed. This was amazing.

“Y/N, we can’t.” Rafe slurs but I lean down to silence him with a kiss.

“Cum for me, Rafe. Cum inside me.” I kiss him again, bouncing my ass on him as he pants against my lips. He groans loudly and I feel the moment he releases inside me, his thick cum running back out just as quickly.

“You’re mine now, Rafe.” I kiss him as he falls into his slumber. I carefully clean myself up before managing to lay him correctly on the bed, with his head on the pillow and his feet at the end. I move to the other side of the bed and climb in next to him, curling against his side as I welcome sleep with a satisfied smile.

Yes there will be a part two 😈

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sweet as berries (part 4)

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pairings: josh x reader

word count: 5k

notes: so again i know halloween has passed!!! but this is what i envisioned for this chapter so that’s what i did. next chapter should be up no later than tomorrow and then we should be caught up on the holiday timeline lol

also this is pretty minimally edited compared to usual so apologies for any errors!

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**small warning on this chapter for sex while drunk. They are definitely coherent and it’s definitely consensual, but just wanted to give a heads up**

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“Berry, please, trust me,” he held your face in his hands and took a breath, “I am one hundred percent sure my parents will not be home. They are in another state.”

“I just,” you sighed, “They don’t need to see me dressed as a slutty nun,”

He giggled, “They do not, you’re very correct. And they won’t.”

You nodded, letting him kiss you on the nose before you pulled away to finish getting ready.

He wasn’t ready in the slightest. He insisted he only needed 10 minutes and would wait until you were almost done.

Your hair and makeup were finished; you’d kept it simple, as your costume seemed bold enough. You chose a darker lip color, though, a shade of oxblood—something that Josh was not shutting up about.

“You know I’m gonna kiss that off of you in like,” he pretended to count in his head as he ate a chip from the bag he had, “ten minutes—no—I’ll give it fifteen, max.”

You laughed as you fixed it in the mirror, “I won’t let you ruin it,”

“Oh, that sounds like a challenge, my dear,” he snuck up behind you in the mirror and popped another chip in his mouth as he watched you preen.

“You’re telling me you aren’t gonna let me smear it all over your face with my—“

“Josh,” you turned to look at him, eyes wide.

“What?” he feigned innocence, laughing, “Sounds nice.”

“Jesus…” you turned back to the mirror, adding the last touches.

“No, not Jesus, the Pope. How many times do I have to remind you, Berry?”

“Josh, I know you’re going as the Pope, just,” you threw a makeup brush at him and he laughed, swatting it away, “Make yourself useful and go get me a drink so I can try to begin to black tonight out,”

He bowed at you with his hands together like a prayer, “Yes, sister,”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him as he left his room to grab you a drink.

Collecting yourself, you began to put the pieces of your costume on. It wasn’t much, hence why you were a little nervous about wearing it. You wanted Josh to see you in it, though, and more so, you kind of wanted other people to see you in it with Josh.

It was a short, black satin dress with a lace trim that hugged your thighs. It just barely covered your ass, but you guessed that was kind of the point.

There were sheer black thigh-highs that attached to your garter belt underneath. The way the tights hugged at the plush of your thigh made you feel sexy, and you knew Josh would love it.

There was a rosary necklace with a wooden cross, and a headband with a small black veil.

You wore a modest pair of heels, something you also couldn’t wait to see his reaction to. You suspected you’d be an inch or so taller than him like this, and you wondered if he was going to mind.

Stepping back, you looked at yourself in the mirror. A smirk spread across your face; you looked hot.

The door swung open. He shut it behind himself and as he turned to hand you the drink, he halted, a soft gasp escaping him, his eyes rapidly moving over you.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, still frozen. He blinked a few times before he came to his senses, moving closer to touch the strap of your dress, “Holy fuck, Berry…”

“Yeah, holy fuck is right,” you grinned.

“Oh…” he sat the drink quickly on his desk before resuming his staring, “Wow. I don’t think we’re going to go downstairs at all.”

“No, no,” you laughed as he gripped your shoulders, “We’re going to the party Josh, it’s your party,”

“It’s Jake’s party,” he licked his lips, “And I don’t care if it was God’s party himself, you—oh, fuck me, I’m not gonna make it,”

He was breathing heavily, pulling away some so he could look all the way back up and down you. You were right; you were about an inch taller than him like this. You grinned at it.

“You’ll make it,” you laughed, “All we gotta do is get drunk and have fun, then you can rip it off of me after,”

He nodded once, taking your words very seriously, “I’ll try,” his hands skirted over your breasts, down your sides to your waist, to your hips. They skirted down, then, and you realized he was sinking to his knees. You exhaled shakily.

His thumbs hooked at the top of your thigh-highs, toying with the fabric as he whimpered. He trailed his fingers lightly over the sides of your thighs, down your calves, and then he came to a halt, looking up at you.

“No, I’m not gonna make it,” he said, sounding incredibly sure of the fact, “No way in hell. You look…” he shook his head and leaned in, biting at your thigh just above the stocking. You gasped at the contact. He licked over the bite, his lips and tongue soft on your skin.

You wanted to reason with him, but he was making you feel incredibly confident, and his mouth sent shivers through you. It was hard to want him to stop.

“Baby,” you tipped his chin up, voice shaky, “Come up,”

He nodded, relenting, and stood back up, kissing you gently.

“You just have to make it through the party,” you started, “and when it’s over, I’ll leave the costume on, and you can do whatever you want to me. Including smearing the lipstick.”

He sucked his bottom lip under his teeth and nodded quickly, “I’ll try, sweetheart, I’ll try. Please don’t tease me, though, cause…” he sighed, “I’ll fuck you on the kitchen counter in front of everyone, I don’t even care,”

“Josh,” you laughed, “Calm down. You’ll be okay.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not standing in front of a hot nun.”

You laughed, “Get ready, babe. So we can be sacrilegious together.”

“If you say so, Berry,” he nodded, going to put his costume on.

“Do the heels bother you?” you asked, putting your pearl earrings in.

“What?” he asked from his closet.

“My heels, I’m a little taller than you in them. Does it bother you?”

“Fuck no,” he answered, “They’re hot.”

“Okay,” you giggled, “Just checking.”

You grabbed your drink and took a sip; vodka and sprite. Just like he’d made you at the bonfire.

He emerged from the closet, and it was your turn to unhinge your jaw. He giggled at your reaction.

“Josh,” you grinned, “That’s sluttier than my outfit, I think.”

“Oh, I dunno about that,” he laughed.

He was the Pope, technically. He wore the mitre on his head, tucked just so a few curls stuck out the front and the back, and he wore the white skirt. There was a golden sash over his shoulders, sparkling with his every movement.

“I decided to forgo the shirt,” he said, as if you couldn’t tell that his entire chest was out.

“I can see that,” you stared at him.

“Was too warm. And also as you said, I felt the need to be a little sacrilegious,” he grinned, reaching for his golden cross necklace. You gawked at him as he put it on.

The V of his abdomen was on full show, and with the skirt resting just below his belly button, you could see the beginning of his faint happy trail.

“That absolutely is sluttier than my costume,” you grinned, “Your tits are out,”

He belly laughed, “Oh, and your ass being out isn’t slutty? Huh? Or these?”

He leaned forward and snapped the band of your thigh highs.

“Fine,” you relented, “We’re tied. We’re both sluts.”

“We’re each other’s sluts,” he adjusted his hat in the mirror and shot you a wink.

When he was done, he turned to you.

“Happy Halloween, sweetheart,” he kissed your cheek.

“Mm,” you grinned, “Happy Halloween.”

He took a deep breath, giving you both a final glance in the mirror.

“Ready to go to hell, Berry?”

You smiled back deviously, “Of course, lead the way”

•••

Pretty soon into the party, you were drunk. Pleasantly so; you hadn’t made yourself sick, but you felt light & easy.

You helped set out a few kinds of snacks, ordered pizzas with Jake, and then you meandered around with Josh.

“Punch is good,” he smiled at you, “You did a good job.”

“Thanks, babe,” you kissed his cheek softly, “It wasn’t really hard, though. It’s just a bunch of liquor and juice,”

He shrugged, taking another drink, picking his ping pong ball out of the cup it had landed in.

It turned out that you and Josh made a pretty good beer pong team; you’d won two games in a row, despite your blurry vision. Usually you’d play with Jake, but now there was a friendly competition against him and a nice girl in a playboy bunny costume.

Josh was praising every shot you made, and even the ones you didn’t. He skirted his hand over your ass every few minutes when you weren’t taking your shots.

In return, you pulled him into a sort of side hug and trailed your fingers along his bare hip, slipping the very tip of your pointer finger under the band of his costume. You felt him shiver and he pulled away, shooting you a grin.

You threw your balls and as they rearranged the cups, he leaned into you and spoke against your cheek softly.

“Thought I said no teasing,” he kissed your cheek, “Unless you want to be bent over the counter, remember?”

You pulled back to look at him, mouth open a bit in shock. He grinned.

“Behave,” he said quietly before plucking away a cup that Jake had sank.

In a couple more rounds, Jake had cleared the final cup, putting an end to your winning streak.

“Damn, Berry,” Josh sighed, “Well. At least we look good, huh?”

You laughed, saying the obligatory ‘good game’s.

“Hey,” Jake said to you, restacking the cups.

“What’s up?” You smiled, feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol.

“M’gonna go smoke on the patio, wanna join me?”

“Sure,” you smiled, reaching back to tug on Josh.

“Hmm?” Josh asked.

“C’mon, patio,” you said. He nodded, holding your hand and following you.

The October air was brisk, to say the least.

“Jesus,” you shivered, curling into Josh as Jake lit up, “I dunno how long I can be out here,”

“Yeah,” Josh laughed, “Same here,”

You reached out to poke at one of his nipples and he swatted your hand away, giggling.

“You two are ridiculous,” Jake laughed, “Why are you both half naked?”

“Why are you dressed as a pirate for the third year in a row?” Josh shot back, holding his hand out to take the blunt from him.

“Shut up,” Jake shook his head and grinned as he blew out his smoke.

You began to shiver, even though you oddly felt warm from the inside with the liquor. Josh noticed and curled up to you closer, wrapping his arm around you as you leaned against the wooden railing of the patio.

“You two are cute though, I guess,” Jake motioned between the two of you with his finger, “Thought you both were just gonna talk about each other to me until all our hair turned gray. Glad you finally grew a pair, Josh,”

“Ah, shut up,” Josh said, waving his words away with his hand, taking another puff. He offered the blunt to you and you declined.

“Already drunk,” you smiled, “Don’t need to be crossed,”

“I disagree,” Jake said, taking the blunt back from Josh, “You’re no fun anymore, Berry.”

You felt Josh’s arm tense at the name. He shot Jake a look. Jake stared back at him.

“Well,” you broke the tension, “I’m sorry, Jakey. I don’t feel like throwing up everywhere tonight,” you gave him a grin.

“Ah, alright I suppose,” Jake grinned back, “You need to go inside? You look like you’re freezing,”

“Yeah, actually,” you nodded, turning to head in. You looked back at Josh, “You coming?”

“You go ahead and get warm,” he squeezed your hand, “I’m gonna bother my brother some more.”

You grinned, nodding.

“Go find Sam, I’m sure he misses you,” Josh smiled.

You laughed and nodded, heading back in.

After you got another drink and thawed out, you meandered around the party, looking for Sam.

You found him in the basement, shotgunning a beer.

“Hey!” You yelled.

“Hey, I’m drunk!” he responded, roping you into a tight hug.

“Yeah, I figured,” you laughed. He was stumbling, slurring his words.

“Daniel insisted we do tequila shots earlier,” he hiccuped, “Shouldn’t have listened,”

“No, probably not,” you ruffled his hair.

“What…?” he looked you up and down, “Hm. That is a very interesting costume you have there,”

You laughed again, “Interesting?”

“To say the least,” he cracked open a new beer and took a drink, “Bet Josh is having a fun time tonight,” he giggled.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully.

“And what are you?” You looked him up and down, noting the button up shirt and the paintbrush in his pocket.

“I’m Bob Ross, but the wig was too itchy,” he slurred, “Daniel is the painting, he’s somewhere,” he looked around but gave up quickly, shrugging.

“Very creative,” you laughed, “Are you sure you should have another beer?”

He looked at the can and then back at you, “No. But I’m not gonna let that stop me,” he winked and took another swig.

“M’gonna go find Josh,” you squeezed his shoulder, “tell Danny I said hey,”

He nodded, and you made your way back upstairs.

You didn’t have to look far for Josh; only about a minute after being back upstairs, his soft hands were grabbing your shoulders from behind.

“Hey, Berry,” he purred into your hair.

You laughed and turned around to face him.

“Having fun?” You grinned.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve been blessing everyone I talk to,” he held two fingers to your forehead and closed his eyes in concentration. “There, now you’re blessed as well.”

“Ah, thank you, babe,”

He giggled and pulled you into a hug.

“You done with the party?” he mumbled into your cheek, “I’d like to take you upstairs,”

You bit back a moan. You didn’t mind the suggestion at all, and in fact, after the alcohol and staring at his bare abdomen the whole night, you were ready. But there were friends you hadn’t said hello to, and it was barely 11:30.

“Not yet, sweet boy,” you let him give you a quick kiss on the jaw.

He huffed out a breath, “Okay, Berry,” he held your face, “God, you’re not going easy on me, huh?”

“What fun would that be?” you bit your lip, “Come on, let’s socialize. Let me show you off,”

“Hmm,” he grinned, “Alright, I like the sound of that.”

You and him made your way around, making causal conversation with friends you hadn’t seen in a while. You kept drinking, and you were becoming pleasantly dizzy and increasingly talkative.

It was nice watching him talk; he told people about his band, about you, and of course, he made plenty of Pope-related jokes. He lit up when he spoke, it was endearing,

And it was nice being glued to his side, in the matching costume; everyone could see he was yours and you were his.

After a half hour or so and another drink, you excused yourself for yet another trip to the bathroom. You cursed the human inability to be able to get drunk without peeing so frequently.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and grinned. The music echoed from the next room, and everything was just a little blurry, and nothing seemed too serious.

When you were done, you washed your hands and took the opportunity to fix the smudged corners of your lipstick in the mirror.

There was a knock at the door.

“One sec!” You yelled.

“Berry,” you heard faintly on the other side. You reached for the handle and cracked the door, and sure enough, Josh grinned at you. He pushed the door open and stepped in.

“Josh…”

He latched the door shut behind him and immediately, his hands were on you.

“Hi, Berry,” he nuzzled his cheek to yours, “M’kinda drunk,” he giggled

“I know that,” you giggled, threading your fingers through his hair. His hands slid over your waist, around to your ass, back up to the small of your back, “Me too,”

“Mm, yeah? Not very devout of us, is it?” He kissed your cheek, “Can I kiss you?”

“I just fixed my lipstick…” you sighed. His hands skirted over the swell of your breast.

”Good,” he kissed your jaw, “I can make a mess of it,”

“Josh, the party…” your eyes rolled back as he licked st your neck, “It’s only, like, midnight,”

“I’ve behaved for long enough, don’t you think?” he murmured against your skin. It made you shiver. “You’re driving me crazy in this little dress…these fucking tights….” he snapped the band of the thigh high and you whimpered.

Unable to resist any longer, you brought his lips to yours. He groaned, pushing into the kiss with force.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your mouth, “I’m so fuckin’ hard. l think I’ve been hard for like, two hours,”

“Yeah?” you breathed against him, “Why’s that?”

He laughed into your mouth, backing you up against the countertop, “You know why,” he said, a little slurred.

“What if I just wanna hear it?”

He groaned, “Yeah? You want me to say filthy things to you, Berry?” he took a shaky breath, tracing kisses across your cheek until he was at your ear, nibbling and sucking. His hands were pushing your dress up on your hips.

You whimpered at the low husk of his voice.

“Been thinking all kinds of things,” he sighed, “You on your knees, your mouth on my cock, bending you over, you know. Very holy thoughts.”

“Mmhm,” you hummed as his mouth lowered, licking down your neck. Your cheeks were hot from his words.

“Wanna take me to church? Hmm?” He licked your shoulder, “Wanna get on your knees and pray?”

“Josh,” you were coming undone at the seams, whimpering and gasping at every brush of his lips.

He removed his mouth to let you drop to your knees in front of him. This was the first time it was like this, you realized.

He seemed to register the same thing, because when you looked up at him, he looked mesmerized at the sight of you.

You giggled at the lipstick smeared all over his face.

“What, sweetheart?” he grinned.

“Lipstick,” you answered simply.

“Yeah,” he laughed, glancing at himself in the mirror. He wiped off most of it with the back of his hand, and you did the same.

He wasn’t kidding; he was hard. You could see the outline of him through the white fabric of his costume, and if you didn’t already need him more than anything, the sight of it made you desperate.

Sinking two fingers into either side of his waistband, you pulled the garment down with his white boxers, letting the fabric pool around his ankles. He removed the mitre from his head, tossing it to the floor.

You wasted no time, immediately taking him into your hand, licking sloppily over him.

“Fuck,” he bit his bottom lip, “Please,” he sighed.

You wrapped your lips around him, flattening your tongue out for him to slide against. He whined as you took him as far down as you could. Something about being drunk made it a lot easier, and soon he was gliding against the back of your throat.

Out of desperation to have him close, you wrapped your hands around the backs of his thighs, pulling him into you.

“Can I—” he placed his hands on the back of your head and tentatively pushed into your mouth. You hummed around him and looked up, trying to convey yes without words.

“Fucking—christ, Berry, that’s a good girl,” he shuddered as he began to fuck slowly in and out of your mouth, “Oh, god, that’s…”

He was watching you so closely, even halfway drunk. You were in a daze from the praise he issued, willing to let him do this forever and ever if he would just keep encouraging you.

“Sweetheart, I—I need you,” he was breathless, “Come here,” he slid out of your mouth and helped you up with a gentle grip.

He was immediately against your mouth, licking at your tongue. While the room was spinning a bit, you felt that every nerve on your body was aware of him. His hands lifting you onto the counter, his tongue on yours, his thighs pressed to the insides of yours.

“Lean back if you can,” he murmured, leaning down to press kisses to your inner thighs.

“You don’t wanna go upstairs?” You asked.

“No, just need you now,”

“Josh it’s—are you sure? It’s the only bathroom down here—“

“S’my bathroom,” he nipped at your thigh, “M’sure,”

You nodded and leaned back against the mirror, grateful for the small amount of counter space to the side of the sink.

He bunched the dress up around your hips, revealing the black lace panties you had worn to match the stockings.

“Oh…” his head fell against your thigh, “my god, Berry.”

You giggled, settling a hand into his curls, “You like ‘em?”

“You’re going to kill me, I’m so certain,” he bit at your thigh.

With a shaky breath, he resumed what he was doing, gripping the sides of your legs and working his mouth closer and closer to your center. When he reached the panties, he pressed a kiss to the front of them.

“Gonna stay at least a little quiet for me?” he murmured, “Don’t want everyone hearing my girl.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath, “I’ll try.”

He nodded back, “Good girl, just try,”

Your eyes rolled and your head fell back at that.

“These are staying on,” he grinned, pushing the black lace aside, “Obviously.”

You smiled and bit your lip as he placed another kiss to you. Finally, he licked at you, slow and wet.

“Josh…” you breathed out. He hummed into you.

You knotted your fingers as close as possible to his scalp, gripping his curls in a fist.

“So sweet…” he breathed, licking at you fervently, tongue somehow still working skillfully despite his intoxication.

When he added two fingers, you suddenly found it hard to keep quiet. Your body was responding to everything so intensely with the alcohol floating through you; his touch felt magnetic, like every graze of him against you pulled you closer.

“Baby,” you whimpered. His eyes peered up at you, and that was it; you were trembling, head falling back against the mirror as his tongue guided you through it.

“Mmm,” he wiped his mouth and stood up to kiss you.

Immediately, he was rubbing himself against you, holding the panties to the side with his other hand. You whimpered at the feeling.

“I know, sweet girl. Feels so good,” his eyes were rolling back as he slid against you.

“Please,” you breathed, hands in his hair again, “Please, fuck me,”

He nodded, brows furrowed together, and then he was easing inside you.

You watched as he slid in, and the sight alone made your cheeks hot. The feeling, him stretching you as he always did, ripped a moan from your chest.

“Yeah,” he sounded breathless, “Fuck, my cock needed you so bad,”

“Josh,” you pulled him to you, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

He slid out and in sporadically, his mild state of intoxication evident in the way he was thrusting. It was not as controlled as normal, and was rougher. You enjoyed every moment of it, desperate for him.

Leaning back, he looked down, watching himself fuck into you.

“So fucking hot,” he breathed, “The lingerie…” his jaw was slack, “so hot, fuck,” he threw this head back and shut his eyes, rolling his hips into you.

“You feel so good,” you sighed, sliding your hands down his neck, over his chest, cheeks flushing as he rocked you against the mirror.

“Mmm,” he hummed in agreement. He leaned into you, licking at your jaw. “Can I bend you over the counter?”

“Oh, god,” you exhaled. You nodded frantically and he slipped gently out of you.

He helped you off the counter and then, with a tender kind of force, he was bending you over with a gentle hand on your back.

“Jesus…” he whimpered, smoothing his hands over your waist, down the swell of your ass. He pushed your dress up and groaned all over again at the sight of your panties, “So slutty,” he murmured, tracing his shaking hand over the lace of the panties.

“What did you say?” you grinned in the mirror at him. He grinned back.

“Slutty…” he repeated, “And just for me. I fuckin’ love it,”

You groaned and let your head fall forward. He leaned down and nipped at the flesh of your ass, a gentle scrape of his teeth.

“Fuck…” you felt like you were buzzing with anticipation, “Josh, please, c’mon,”

“Mm,” he pulled the panties aside and slid a finger against you, “Want me back inside, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you had no shame, feeling an intense need for him.

“Alright, sweet girl,” he murmured, nudging against you. As you pushed yourself back, he eased in, shivering as he bottomed out.

He felt so new in this position; so much closer to you, so much fuller. You pulled yourself forward an inch or so and then shoved back, and a broken moan fell from you.

“Oh, shit,” he breathed, “You feel so good,”

“Mm,” you hummed, making eye contact in the mirror with him. You blushed at it, feeling very on display.

His hands hooked on your waist, and then he let loose, snapping his hips into you with a divine force. You bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from yelling out.

“You like that, Berry?” his eyes flickered to yours.

You nodded in the mirror.

“Say it,” he sighed.

“You—I’m trying to stay quiet, babe,” your eyes rolled back as he thrusted into you.

“Fuck it, lemme hear you,” he snapped his hips into you again.

You groaned, hands gripping at the cold countertop.

“Yeah? My girl like that?”

“So much, please,” you were moaning between breaths, “Please, Josh, I wanna cum,”

“Oh, christ, please,” he sounded just as desperate as you, “Be a good girl, c’mon, cum for me,”

“Josh,” you groaned at his use of the name.

“You like that, don’t you, Berry? Like being my good girl?” he caught your eye in the mirror. You nodded.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, overwhelmed at how he was talking to you.

“Good fucking girl, sweetheart, cum all over me,”

Your thighs clenched as you tightened around him, vision blurring as you came.

“Oh—Berry, holy fuck, I’m—I’m there,” he was panting along with you.

You just nodded, letting the wave of pleasure course over you as he snapped his hips a final time, death gripping your hips as he joined you. You caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, his cheeks pink and his head thrown back.

After a moment, you both took a deep breath, and he leaned forward to press a kiss between your shoulder blades.

“That was fun,” he smiled wildly at you in the mirror. You nodded as you giggled.

“Mm, hang on, sweetheart,” he leaned over and grabbed the hand towel and as he eased out, he cleaned you gently.

When he was done, he tossed the towel in the corner and positioned your panties back over you.

As you stood up to shift your dress back into place, someone was jiggling the door knob and knocking on the door.

Josh shot you a grin as he redressed.

“We really could have gone to your room,” you laughed, trying to smooth your hair down and wipe the remaining lipstick off your face.

“That’s not as hot, Berry” he came up behind you with a grin and kissed your shoulder.

“S’that so?” you spun around and used your thumb to wipe the lipstick off his face.

“Mmhm,” he nodded, “Kiss me,”

You did, gently, lovingly.

“Sweet girl,” he sighed into your mouth, kissing you back slow.

There was another knock on the door, and Josh broke the kiss to glance at it.

“We should probably get out of here,” he smiled.

“Yeah,” you giggled.

“Wanna go up to my room and pass out?” He nuzzled his cheek to yours, “Kinda not that drunk anymore, kinda tired,”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Me too, let’s go,”

He gave a final kiss to your cheek before opening the door, pushing past the small line for the bathroom, tugging you along.

“Oh, very classy!” you heard Jake yell behind you.

“Thank you!” Josh yelled back, giggling as he pulled you by the hand upstairs.

Not bothering to change, you slumped down on his bed. He tugged off your heels and lingerie as you took off your headband and necklace. You curled up into the comforter, a wave of exhaustion washing over you.

He tugged all of his costume off and pulled on a pair of boxers.

“Sweetheart, here, take this off so you can be comfortable,” he slid the dress off of you and offered you a t-shirt. He helped you tug it over your head before sliding into bed next to you.

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he kissed your cheek.

“Hang on,” you caressed his cheek, “You know you’re pretty, um…talkative when you’re drunk.”

He grinned, “You mean…”

“Yeah,” you blushed, “during sex, I mean.”

It was his turn to look bashful, “Yeah, I guess so, huh?” he bit his lip.

“I liked it,” you giggled, “was hot,”

“Yeah,” he exhaled, “Yeah, well, you’re hot, so I can’t take all the credit,” he grinned.

“M’just saying,” you sighed, “You can…I mean, you can say that kinda stuff more. I like it.”

He bit his lip and looked over your face.

“You’re something else, Berry,” he grinned, “God, you’re perfect. Okay,” he nodded, “I can do that.”

“Goodnight, sweet boy,” you whispered.

“Night, Berry,” he intertwined his fingers with yours, and as you curled up into the warmth of him, sleep took you gently.

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[avonne-writes]

would you ever been willing to write more modern aus, they are so good! just can’t stop picturing drunken aemond at a club grinding all over luke when they aren’t even dating

Thank you so much! 💕 Please take this short drabble as my humble offering.

Standing by a pillar at the edge of the dance floor, Luke is waiting for Jace to get their drinks. They’re in their favourite club, the one Luke has been trying to lure Aemond to for months now, hoping that maybe, if the stars are aligned, they could finally get all the unresolved tension out of their systems. No luck so far, but Aegon promised he'd drag Aemond out tonight, so if Luke played his cards right and got Aemond jealous enough...

There's always hope, right?

He's dressed in a crop top and black jeans that hug his ass just right, hopefully a clear enough signal that he wants to get laid tonight but he's not desperate. He's fiddling with the dangle earring in his right ear when a large hand finds his right hip. Indignance and self-satisfaction battle in him as he contemplates his reaction. Unbelievable. This might be a new record for him - ten minutes in the club and he has already caught some pushy top's interest. He's not even tipsy yet, for Christ's sake!

He moves to turn around, but the guy's left hand finds his other hip and starts rocking him with the beat of the music instead. A warm exhale brushes Luke’s neck. "Hello, Lucy."

Luke jumps in surprise, but the hands hold him in place. "Aemond?!" He exclaims, craning his neck over his shoulder, and it is, indeed, his uncle, his sapphire-blue prosthesis glittering in the stroboscopic light. White-blond hair spills over Luke's shoulder as Aemond leans down to nuzzle him from behind.

"Hm." Aemond hums into Luke's skin, his lips brushing Luke’s pulse point as he continues swaying with Luke from side to side. Their rhythm doesn't even match the song blaring from the speakers. "Did you dress up so slutty for me, nephew?"

Aemond's mouth seals over a spot on Luke's neck with hot, wet suction. It makes Luke shudder. Fuck, but Aegon did make good on his promise, it seems.

"You taste slutty too." Aemond adds in a purr.

"What the fuck." Luke mutters, even as his palms settle over Aemond’s toned forearms. He's not slutty - in fact, he's in fairly plain clothes tonight compared to some of the other men on the dance floor. "Are you drunk?"

It's a rhetorical question, but it still annoys Luke that Aemond ignores it altogether in favour of grinding against Luke's plump ass. His pinkies slip under the waistband of Luke’s jeans while his hands slide up and forward to cover Luke’s bared stomach. Luke can feel him harden gradually, inch by inch, as he rubs himself against Luke in slow circles that vaguely resemble a dance.

Well. Luke can't exactly pretend he isn't pleased. It feels like a nice size.

He licks his lips. "Jace -"

Aemond's laugh sounds like a stroke of desire brushing Luke’s overheated skin. He slips a hand up under Luke’s shirt to pinch a nipple. "He's welcome to watch if he wants."

Jesus. A week ago, it was enough to feel up Aemond's thigh to make him storm away from the dinner table, and now he's ready to fuck Luke in plain sight? Fighting against Aemond's grip, Luke turns around to look at Aemond's face. He finds Aemond's cheeks flushed, his eye glassy from the alcohol as he guides Luke into a new dance that might as well pass for foreplay.

"Fuck." Luke turns his gaze to the ceiling for a second before looping his arms around Aemond's neck to draw him down. Aemond drops his head to Luke's shoulder and starts sucking marks into his neck. "You shouldn't be this drunk!"

He's going to kill Aegon before Aemond wakes up with a hangover tomorrow and kills him again.

"I'm not drunk." Aemond denies the obvious. "Let me fuck you."

Heat pools in Luke's belly, honey-thick and sweet. He stalls. "I wanted to dance."

Aemond straightens up to grab one of Luke’s hands, wedging his fingers between Luke's and pulling Luke's wrist to his mouth, pressing sloppy kisses to it as they keep rolling their hips together. Luke's cock throbs in his pants. "We're dancing, aren't we?"

He drops Luke's hand to press him against the pillar, leaning down until their noses brush. "Let's continue at my place. Wanna see you lose it, Luke."

Fuck it.

Luke is no saint, and Aemond is no damsel - this is happening.

In a teasing, meandering line, Luke's hand slides down Aemond's thin chest and stomach, then squeezes his cock. When Aemond groans, Luke gives him a smirk. He massages Aemond's length through the fabric. "Only if you're sober enough to remember how I like to kiss."

The hungry light in Aemond's eye shifts into something warmer. They've kissed only once before, long years ago, two confused teenagers unable to separate attraction and hate - but it still lingers in Luke's mind as a moment of perfection.

Aemond grabs his chin, careful but firm, and thumbs at Luke's bottom lip.

"I remember." He says, and seals it with a kiss straight from Luke's dreams.

Neither of them notice the outraged yelp coming from the bar.

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[maddiewritesstucky]

Kiss The Quarterback — Part One

When star quarterback Steve and his right-hand man Bucky lead their team to a National Championship, Senator Rogers takes it upon himself to invite the two young athletes to meet with him in person to celebrate their victory.

But the Senator has more than a congratulatory handshake in mind, and what transpires behind the closed door of the Senator’s office is beyond any reward the boys could ever have expected...

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3.6k

Tags: gang bang adjacent, oral sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, humiliation (verbal and physical), degradation, voyeurism, authority kink, daddy kink, power dynamics, dom/sub relationship, orgasm control, free use, hand job, light subspace, edging, enthusiastic consent

A/N: Originally written as a birthday gift for our girl @rainbowsandcoconut, Sister K @howdoyousleep3​ and I are so excited to finally share our first ever collaboration! This fic is POV switching, between Jock Steve and Intern Bucky. The scandal is only just beginning — Part 2 coming soon.

Find more of K’s Senator here, and my Jocks here.

“I’m gonna flirt with him.” 

“Bucky, no.”

“I am, I’m gonna do it.”

“You are not gonna flirt with the state fucking Senator, Bucky. Don’t blow this for us.”

“Oh, I’ll blow something,” Bucky laughs, reaching to tug at the collar of Steve’s dress shirt. “You fuckin’ seen Senator Rogers? Guy looks like he could bench press you.”

Steve bats Bucky’s hands away, and turns to survey his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window; nervously brushing at his suit. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that? Fuckin’ knew I should’ve brought Wilson instead.” 

“Jesus, Steve, would you relax? This is a privilege, remember?” Bucky says, dripping sarcasm as he parrots their coach’s words from earlier. “You brought home the championship, and now you get to shake the Senator’s hand, can you believe?” 

“Oh my god, would you shut—”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes?” A woman with dark-rimmed glasses and a clipboard raps on the doorframe of the small waiting room, gesturing for them to follow her out into the hall. “The Senator is ready for you now. This way, please.” 

The way Bucky grins when Steve looks his way does absolutely nothing to quell Steve’s anxiety.

“Showtime…”

“You just sit there and look pretty for our guests. You think you can do that for me?” 

The Senator’s breath blows hot and damp across Bucky’s jaw, the drag of Steve’s teeth making him squirm in his chair. A small kiss to his chin is soothing but he wants one on his lips, huffs for it, fingers digging into the front of Steve’s suit jacket. 

“Yes, Daddy,” he replies, easy like a hot knife through butter. He gets a kiss on his cheek for his troubles, but he’s needy, wants a proper kiss, right on his lips. 

“You ever see these guys before? These college jocks?” Steve asks him with a grip of his chin, and Bucky shakes his head in response. 

“I think you’re in for a treat, sweetheart. How hospitable are you feelin’ tonight?” he asks and what...what does that mean? Bucky’s eyebrows knit together in confusion until Steve clarifies.

“Should I offer up my slutty intern to these boys? Give them my own little present for winning the National Championship?” 

Oh.

Bucky’s body clenches up immediately, neck going weak but the Senator holding his chin taut. This time he is given a kiss to his parted lips, one laced with the ghost of a smirk, one that drinks his whine right off of his mouth. It’s hypothetical, fantasy, an inquiry meant to make Bucky wiggle in his seat, but it makes Bucky achy. 

His Daddy offering him up to someone else? The chance to make the Senator proud? Bucky is more than okay with that.

He purses his lips into the chaste kisses Steve gives him, but now he’s hungry, now he wants more, asks for it with a pull on Steve’s suit. The Senator bats Bucky’s hands away as he stands. 

“Maybe Daddy’ll give you a little treat before you head home tonight if you’re good for me.” 

Bucky has no chance to respond to Steve’s offer, swallowing down yet another disgusting whine instead of letting the older man hear it. Steve turns towards the sharp knock at the door, Bucky standing on wobbly legs and following suit. 

“Gentlemen! I hear congrats are in order…” 

Bucky almost falls right back down into his chair.

“Senator Rogers, thank you so much for inviting us to meet with you.” 

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine. I’ve been watching you boys from the beginning of the season and now you’re here? C’mon, I had to congratulate you in person.” 

Bucky is almost certain he’s walked into a wet dream. Chiseled jawlines, summer sky eyes, muscle and strength as far as the eye can see— these athletes have most definitely starred in some of Bucky’s recurring fantasies. Bucky is so taken aback that he barely makes out the Senator’s words as the blond, first through the door, turns to Bucky. 

“This is one of my interns, James,” The Senator offers, and Bucky is nodding his head like he’s got a jar of marbles for a brain, reaching for the extended hand in front of him. The blond beefcake flashes Bucky a dazzling smile that has butterflies swooping down and all throughout Bucky’s belly and he introduces himself with a confident and kind, “Steve. It’s nice to meet you, James.” 

Bucky barely has time to give proper attention to how warm Steve’s hands are, that grip, before Steve is moving to the side and—

Bucky almost bends to pick his jaw up off the floor. 

“How’s it goin’?”

A second grip and handshake Bucky wants to hold tightly to, this time accompanied by a smirk that surely drops panties on the regular. There’s strength behind this handshake as well, an edge of cockiness that Bucky could grow addicted to. Dark hair pulled back, unassuming strength, the plushest mouth Bucky has ever set eyes on, and the axis of Bucky’s world has tilted. 

The Senator, Bucky’s own Daddy, momentarily slips from the forefront of his mind until the older man is guiding, offering up a, “Sit, sit, please,” as he gestures to the sitting area. The notepad that Bucky has been clutching against his chest almost needs to be adjusted to cover his crotch, but he’s afraid that if he moves it whatsoever, his hands will wander to the endless amounts of tightly-packed muscle spread out in front of him. 

He manages to find his seat in the chair next to the Senator’s, coffee table between their pair of chairs and the leather couch the two athletes seat themselves at. When he looks up and over at the man to his left, the man who just kissed him breathless before inviting these jocks into his office, the Senator is already looking over at him. 

Bucky wrings his hands when the state rep gives him a knowing look and a wink. 

“When I invited the Quarterback I wasn’t sure who you’d bring, but I should have known it would have been your right hand man. You two make quite the duo out there on the field, don’t you?”

Bucky has never really been a fan of sports. He goes to games, enjoys the atmosphere, but won’t seek it out on his own. He doesn’t understand but a handful of details about sports as a whole, and he feels himself begin to detach from the conversation playing out in front of him. All he knows are the things that have been mentioned in passing: these two men are on the football team that won the National Championship, one is the Quarterback, and they’re here on Capitol Hill in order to meet with the President, which they had done earlier that day. 

He’s sure he would have paid more attention to sports over the past few years if any of the athletes had looked like this. 

Steve looks like he could carry Bucky around on his hip with one arm, has the biceps to show it, the shoulder span no doubt proof of that as well. Bucky feels like he might begin to sweat under the collar of his shirt when his eyes lock with that plump bottom lip. 

He wants to sit on that bottom lip. 

He blushes furiously, knows his cheeks have to be opaque and obvious. Damn the Senator for planting the seed of fantasy in his brain with a kiss seconds before inviting these men into his office. How is Bucky supposed to have any thoughts that aren’t laced with sex? 

When he diverts his eyes away from Steve in hopes of reeling himself in, he’s met with a smirk on a mouth that might be more sinful than the Quarterback’s. First his lips, the suggestive smirk, then the eyes and Bucky has never felt so caught in his life. 

The dark-haired Wide Receiver is just as startlingly handsome as Steve is, within that sphere of beauty that has Bucky’s pants growing tighter by the second, yet somehow different. Steve almost looks like someone Bucky wants to rough up, a pretty face, eyes that Bucky wants to see messy with tears. He wants to rock himself in Steve’s lap and possibly make him beg. But this other guy? 

Bucky wants this hunk to shove him face-down into the mattress and make him squeal.

The added raise of an eyebrow has him suddenly and desperately thinking of a valid enough excuse to leave the room to get his shit in check. There is business to conduct, pleasantries to be had, and Bucky can’t sit here fantasizing about the plethora of ways he can manage to take both of the athletes on this couch. 

He’s so in his head he hasn’t realized the silence surrounding them all and...it isn’t a pleasant silence. What had Bucky missed? He glances over at the Senator and wishes he had more time to divert the conversation elsewhere, to see if that familiar sneer can be muffled by pointless small talk. 

But nothing could prepare Bucky for Senator Rogers to open his mouth and say, without reservation, “So, Steve, you play this good ‘cause he’s suckin’ your dick, or is he suckin’ it ‘cause you keep on winning shit?”

Steve’s distantly aware of Bucky barking a laugh that rings way too loud in the confines of the office, but he can’t compute anything beyond the words that have just left the Senator’s mouth. 

Only moments ago, they were talking about the rigors of training schedules and pre-season diets, and now suddenly the Senator is hitting Steve with the one question he’s been living in mortal fear of ever since he and Bucky started their...whatever it is they’re doing. 

Steve doesn’t even know whether it’s a genuine question or just a joke, and he’s sure it’s written all over his face that he has absolutely no fucking idea how he’s supposed to respond.

“What, um...what do you…” 

“Oh, come on, kid,” the Senator rocks back in his chair, smirking conspiratorially. “You don’t have to play dumb in here. You might have the rest of your team fooled, but you’re not gonna sit there and tell me it’s all just sportsmanship I’m seein’ between you two.” 

Steve can only stare, mouth agape and any words he might otherwise hope to speak immovably lodged in his throat. He looks over at Bucky, the pleading look of a drowning man, but Bucky’s fucking cackling; throwing his hands up with a resigned shrug.

“He ain’t wrong, pal,” he grins back at Steve. “My mouth is the real secret to your success.”

“Bucky, I really don’t think we shou—” 

“Hey, hey,” the Senator holds up his hands in a placating gesture, “don’t worry, it’s not gonna leave this room.” His gaze flicks over to the young intern seated next to him, and drifts slow down the length of his body, “...We all got our secrets.”

Steve’s stomach flips at the brazenness of the gesture. There’s nothing subtle about the way James shivers under the Senator’s attention; everything about their rapport screaming headline-in-the-making. 

Senator Rogers is doing fuck all to hide it, too, which is making Steve feel hot in ways that have nothing to do with the tight fit of his suit or the unseasonably warm weather.

“Scandal recognizes scandal, don’t it, Senator?” 

Steve’s head whips round at Bucky’s drawled remark. 

Bucky’s sitting there, completely unflinching in the cocky set of his smile, meeting the full force of the Senator’s surprised stare head-on, and Steve doesn’t know whether to apologize on Bucky’s behalf, or just stand up and show himself out.

He chances a look over at the intern, whose rose-flushed cheeks have bloomed a darker shade of crimson; his eyes carefully glued to the notepad clutched in his lap, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

It’s a painfully awkward moment. The entire room is silent save for the heavy, rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock inset into the bookcase, and Steve’s screaming internal monologue, which he’s only half certain no one else can hear at this point. 

“Senator Rogers, I…” 

He’s not sure what he plans to say, he just knows he needs to say something before the tension in the room reaches critical point.

But then, inexplicably, the Senator grins.

“It’s alright, Steve,” he sighs. His eyes don’t budge from their deadlock on Bucky, but they narrow a little as he regards him. “I had a mouth on me too, when I was young.”

Steve looks back and forth between the Senator and Bucky, noting the dusting of pink that’s crept onto Bucky’s cheeks. 

He also notes - with great interest - that Bucky is the one who breaks first, dropping his gaze to the coffee table situated between them.

“Mm, that’s what I thought,” the Senator hums. 

He tilts his head, smiling something calculating as he watches Bucky squirm in his seat. He doesn’t let up his stare, even as he speaks to address his intern.

“James, would you go and close the door, please?”

Bucky looks up at that, looks at Steve with a question in his eyes. But Steve is watching the intern, whose face has done something indecipherable at the request. 

“Of course, sir,” James responds immediately. He rises from his seat to head for the door, but he doesn’t make it two steps before Senator Rogers is stopping him with a hand gripped firmly on his arm. 

“Of course, who?” 

James’s breath catches audibly in his throat. He looks at the Senator; looks over at Steve and Bucky, and then back again, his eyes wide. 

Steve doesn’t know exactly what he’s expecting to happen next, what it is the intern said wrong in that exchange, or what the Senator is wanting from him. But he sure as hell isn’t expecting the next words that come out of James’s sinfully pink mouth. 

“...Of course, Daddy.”

Bucky’s whole body tenses at Steve’s side. “Holy shit,” he whispers, leaning in to get at Steve’s ear. “I’m gonna make you call me that.” 

“No you’re fuckin’ not.” 

There’s a part of Steve that’s saying he and Bucky should probably get up and leave right about now. But there’s another, louder part that wants to find out where the hell this is all going, and what the Senator could possibly have in mind that warrants a closed door. 

More to the point, Steve’s pretty damn certain that he wants to be a very active part of whatever Senator Rogers has in mind.

He watches James walk over and push the heavy oak door shut; the click of the latch resounding through the room. It feels like they’re about to be let in on something illicit, sitting there as the intern closes them all into the privacy of the Senator’s office together.

It becomes really fucking clear that that’s exactly what’s about to happen, when James turns to come back to his seat, and Senator Rogers raises a hand to halt him in his tracks; snapping his fingers, and pointing to the floor by his feet.

“Crawl,” he growls.

The intern sinks lithely to his knees with a soft whine; his gaze fixed glassy and wanting on the Senator, and the practiced ease of the movement isn’t lost on Steve. 

James moves like he’s done this a thousand times, shoulders and hips rolling slow as he shifts forward on hands and knees. The implication of it has Steve’s head spinning; has his cock twitching behind his zipper. 

He looks up to find the Senator staring right at him with a knowing smirk.

“He’s something, ain't he?” Senator Rogers cocks his head toward James, now kneeling at his feet. “Fuckin’ nightmare trying to find a good intern these days, I swear.”

“Yeah…I don’t think they cover submission in PoliSci,” Bucky scoffs, though Steve can hear the faint tinge of awe in his voice. 

The Senator must catch it too, because he pins Bucky with a look and slowly extends a hand down towards James, two fingers outstretched.

“Indeed not, Mr. Barnes,” he sighs as James takes his fingers into his mouth, “James is what we call a ‘natural talent.’”

If they were anywhere else, Steve would be screaming. He’d be smacking Bucky on the arm, and pointing wildly across the room, and asking if this entire fucking thing is some unhinged dream.

Because there is no way, no way, that the actual, real life Senator Rogers is sitting across from them, making direct eye contact as his fingers get a suck job from his intern...who is unashamedly making sex noises, and all but rocking his hips down into the floor as he works his mouth around his boss’s digits.

It’s a scene plucked straight out of a porno - one that Steve would save in his bookmarks bar, and create a desktop shortcut to, and have a link pasted into the notes section of his phone, just in case he somehow lost his other access to it. 

It’s all so deeply wrong, and Steve knows that objectively he should be feeling a whole lot of things about what he’s seeing right now...but it’s fucking hot. 

The Senator is hot, and the intern is fifty shades of Steve’s type, and Steve’s never had much of a poker face when it comes to seeing something he likes.

“Think you’ve got a fan, James,” the Senator rumbles. 

He slips his fingers free from between James’ spit-slick lips, hushing him when he whines and gripping him instead by the chin. 

“Lucky for you, Steve,” the Senator begins, “James here was just telling me before you boys came in that he’s feeling particularly generous today. Ain’t that right, sugar?” 

Steve’s pulse rate goes through the roof as the intern nods, flicking his tongue out over his lips.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be real hospitable, aren’t you?” The timbre of Senator Rogers’ voice dips dark as he leans in to speak right up against James’ lips. “Gonna treat our guests nice, make sure everyone’s taken care of…” 

James is nodding vehemently; huffing soft, breathy moans that are going straight to Steve’s dick. 

Bucky’s not faring much better; keyed-up energy coming off him in waves as he sits there with fingernails dug into his thighs and his breaths shuddering slightly on the exhale. 

Steve desperately wants to know what Bucky’s face is doing right now, but he couldn’t look away from this if he tried; his stare fixed on the flush creeping down beneath the intern’s collar as he hangs on the Senator’s every word.

“Give Daddy a kiss,” Senator Rogers commands. 

He sits back just enough to see that James has to work to reach him, but reach him he does; fighting past the Senator’s grip on his chin with a frustrated huff that only makes the older man laugh. 

When their lips meet, the Senator doesn’t so much kiss his intern, as he allows the intern the privilege of kissing him, and it’s clear that James knows where the power lies. He knows, and he’s weak for it; kissing Senator Rogers like he’s trying to prove a point. 

Steve doesn’t even realize he’s tucked a hand between his own thighs to press at the ache in his dick until the Senator pulls back, eyeing Steve pointedly and using his grip on the intern’s chin to turn his face toward Steve.

“Now look at that, I think the Quarterback’s feelin’ a little lonely over there...Go show him how well you keep a lap warm, James.”

Steve’s pulse turns erratic as he watches the intern slowly get to his feet and walk towards him. Senator Rogers is murmuring encouragement aimed at the both of them, telling Steve to relax and prompting James to ‘be a good host’, but Steve still feels like he’s been sprung doing something he shouldn’t when the intern looks at him from under his lashes, and sinks down to sit across his thighs.

“Goddamn,” Bucky breathes, shaking his head. “Tell him he’s pretty, Stevie, I wanna see if he blushes.” 

Steve swallows hard. James feels so slight in his lap, almost dainty in the way he’s perched, and Steve just about has to sit on his hands to stop them migrating to the guy’s waist just to see if they can span around his middle. He is pretty, even more so up close with his cupid’s bow lips and the little dip in his chin, and the vaguely glazed look in his eyes like getting passed around is all he’s ever wanted in life. 

But that doesn’t change the fact that the Senator is watching Steve’s every move with an inscrutable smile, and Steve has no clue where the limits are in this situation.

“He’s, uh...he’s…”

“Oh, your boy’s shy, huh?” the Senator grins at Bucky. “Get a little dumb with something sweet in his lap?” 

Bucky huffs a laugh, kicking a foot out to scuff at Steve’s. “With anything in his lap.”

“Mm, there’s something about these easy boys, ain’t there?” Senator Rogers sighs fondly with a tilt of his head. “How does he like to be kissed?” 

The intern tenses in Steve’s lap, gasping quiet to match Steve’s own. 

Bucky looks at Steve’s mouth as he answers, flippant like Steve’s not right fucking there. “Kissing’s not part of our deal, I only ever did it once. But if I remember right, he almost shot off from having that fat bottom lip sucked.”

Senator Rogers hums an approving sound. He settles back in his seat, turning his attention back to Steve and his lapful of vaguely trembling intern. 

“Go on then, James,” the Senator nods, uncrossing his legs and letting them splay open a little wider as he looks on. “Kiss the quarterback.”

...to be continued

#stucky #steve/bucky #maddiewritesstucky #howdoyousleep #JockVerse #senator and intern #senator rogers #intern barnes #senator rogers and intern barnes #jock steve #jock bucky #college athlete au #howdoyousleep kinktober 2022

[ap0wersstories]

Carmel the Church Slut

*Important Note*

The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault or underage sex of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.

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On the surface Carmel looked like the perfect 19 year old church going girl, she was gorgeous and radiated this energy of a “good girl” as she was beginning her career as a beauty artist. But behind the scenes she was hooking up with multiple guys, and a lot of them were black. She loved the way their bigger bodies dominated her slight Filipino frame. 

It wasn’t known to the congregation until one of the church board leaders saw her out with one of the black guys and saw her plant a kiss on him while her groped her sweet ass. He knew something had to be done. One day a he was called by the church and asked if she could stop by to help them with some things, she of course said yes. When she turned up there were three old white men from the board in the room in the back of the church, “I was told you needed some help here, what can I do?”

“We’re not the ones that need help Carmel, you are.”

Carmel looked back at the men confused, “I don’t understand.”

“David here was witness to your sinful slutty behaviour the other day, and with a black man no less!”

Carmel was shocked by what they were saying and also how blatantly racist they were being. “How dare you! Yet he is who without sin cast the first stone! You all aren’t perfect either!”

The men weren’t interested in hearing this from her, one of them stepped up to her and slapped her hard on the face causing her to double back in pain, two of the men advanced on her while another locked the door. They’d made sure the church was theirs for this time but wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere. Carmel was down on her knees still recovering from the strike to the face, one of the men grabbed her hair. “You’re a slut Carmel and it’s time you learned where that gets you, it’s in these situations. Your going to take all our good church cock and you’re probably going to love it because that’s who you are!!”

At that comment they all pulled their pants down to reveal their hard cocks, they varied in size; one was modest, was short but actually quite fat, one was actually bigger than any she’d taken which surprised her. “On your knees like you’re praying to the lord, be ready to take our blessing in your mouth!” Carmel was sobbing now, she couldn’t believe that these men that claimed to be godly men were going to rape her. “P-please, oh god no! Please let me go! I’ll change my ways, please just stop!”

“It’s too late for that, you’re a whore now. Open your whore mouth and don’t you dare bite down!”

Somehow Carmel knew that threat was real, she opened her mouth and accepted the first short but fat cock in her mouth. He needed to squeeze and manipulate it to get it in her but he did and started thrusting himself in and out of her. Carmel sobbed as she took the old man’s penis in her mouth. He suddenly pulled out and the modest cock replaced it immediately, he followed suit using her and then discarding her for the other man. When the final man with the large cock stepped up she renewed her protests, “please it’s too big, I can’t possibly-“ but she wasn’t allowed to finish her sentence, he shoved it roughly into her mouth and thrusted so hard he went past her gag reflex and into her throat. He held it there for special effect just make it worse for her. Finally he pulled out with her coughing and gagging. 

They picked her up and put her on a table on her back, the modest sized man was the first to step. He pulled open her dress and ripped off her panties to shreds, rubbing his cock against her pussy he said, “praise Jesus!” as he thrusted into her. He fucked Carmel vigorously as she sobbed at the humiliation of the rape, unfortunately for her she also felt her pussy getting wet. She might not have been enjoying it but her body was starting to betray her, it liked getting treated like a slut. When the other two men stood side by side at her head with one shoving his cock in her mouth and the other using her hand to jerk him she let out a moan of pleasure. The man using her mouth laughed, “see Carmel, you’re a whore. You like men treating you like this!” She couldn’t denying it it was turning her on, despite that she didn’t like she was getting treated like this. 

The man fucking her pussy began grunting like an animal, his balls were ready to explode in her. “FUCK YEAH CARMEL, HERE COMES YOUR FIRST LOAD!!!” Just as he was about to shoot his cum in her he pulled out and went around to her face, the other men were ready for this, they pointed her pretty face at his cock as the streams of cum shot onto her pretty Asian face. Carmel sobbed as the cum shot into her eyes, onto her nose, and coated her pretty lips. He then poked his cock into her mouth and instinctively she sucked on him. The man with the fat cock was already positioned and fucking her pussy, he wanted to see her tits bounce. With his cock inside of her he tore her dress revealing her bra, he then pulled her tits over her bra so they would bounce like the white she was. He groped them hard as he fucked her moist pussy, bending over and sucking on them. He was so turned on by his beauty he knew he wasn’t going to last long. With his body thrusting with extra vigour he let out a cry and pulled out at the last minute shooting his load onto her tits, he manoeuvred himself so that he could use them to fit fuck his last squirts of cum. 

The last, and largest man stepped up. “Time for the big show baby!” He shoved his large meat into her, “ahhhhhhh, oh my got it’s too big, be gentle please!!!”

“Haha be gentle?! I don’t think so, you’re gonna take my cock hard and fast. It’s what Jesus would want!!!”

He grabbed her hips and thrusted harder into her hitting her cervix as he got deep and hard into her. Carmel couldn’t help but be turned on by being treated so badly, it was like pain and pleasure mixing at once. She moaned like the whore she was told she was as the man’s large coco invaded her pussy. 

The man groped her cum stained tits, got her sucking on his fingers, and even wrapped his hand around her throat choking her a little every bit of abused turned her on more. She couldn’t help it, “oh my god, oh my god, oh my gooooooooooood!!!!” She yelled out as she felt her orgasm coming, this sent the man into a frenzy fucking her even harder and grunting as his balls felt ready to explode! “FUCK YES CARMEL!!!! WE’RE CUMMING TOGETHER!!!!” He yelled as he pulled out and shot his load onto her face, she moaned as the cum dropped on her forehead, he cheeks, and into her mouth. Once her was satisfied he scooped all the excess cum on her face from both men and dropped it into her mouth, she sucked his finger clean of it all. 

“Mmmmm good girl, swallow our cum!”

Carmel laid on the table exhausted and confused, she was both humiliated and at the same time incredibly turned on. She’d never cum that hard with any of the men she’d been with. Her dress was ruined so they took it off her and gave her one from the church donation bin, she wiped the cum off her face and body but could still smell the stench of sex. It actually made her want more. 

“Now Carmel, we can renew this relationship regularly if you would like. We would be glad to continue what we have started today, or you can change and be a good church girl and keep your legs shut. The choice is yours.”

As Carmel left, her pussy still wet, she couldn’t help but think being a good girl was overrated anyway. 

#sexstories #sex fantasy #rapetoy #rapekink #cnc k!nk #rape

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hear me out bro okay bare with me because I’m scraping my brain to find out how to word this lmao okay hear me out Bucky and Steve just doing their thing yk being a couple and they get invited to a Halloween party and they do a couples costume Steve dressed as a farmer and Bucky as his cow (keep in mind nothing is kinky yet okay ) and throughout the night Bucky drinks some beer and just gets more bloated and drunk ,belly getting tighter but the more he drinks the tighter he gets right and he just slowly gets more and more out of it and he starts complaining to Steve about being full and his groans turn into mood and well I’m not sure what happens next but would love ur thoughts lol - imma sign off w this emoji 🐮

Also to add onto the cow ask not sure if it made sense but tried to imply bloated Bucky mooing was making Steve hot n bothered lol (also hope these asks were okay since they contain implied nsfw) -🐮

I am bared and ready 🤭

And I fucking love this idea.

I love the innocent beginnings of farmer Steve and cow Bucky dressing up in a couples costume on Halloween suddenly becoming kinky 😳

And to add to this idea, in my mind's eye, I see BOTH Steve and Bucky in "slutty" versions of these regular costumes. Maybe it's just the part of me that's very attracted to them both talking selfishly but, actually, I'm gonna blame that mental image on the idea that in this universe they're either (a) himbos that are all about showing off their bodies or (b) all about reversing the patriarchy and being the ones in slutty costumes rather than women being forced into it. So....

For Steve, I'm picturing of something like this Yandy Farmer Costume (or "gone country" whatever haha)

And for Bucky, I'm picturing something like this Dolls Kill Cow Costume

Stucky fic, unbeta'd, warnings for belly kink, intoxication, dubious consent (because they're both drunk but they're both very much on board), beer bloating, stuffing, name-calling (cow), semi-public, coming untouched, etc.

Bucky doesn't notice how much he's been drinking until he gets up to get another pleasantly spiced, apple flavored beer. The beer's flavor is wonderful and the alcohol content is high- so it's perfect for the season. (What else is Halloween night, as an adult, for anyway? It's for being drunk and on a sugar high at a dope party. And maybe they'll play a scary movie later.)

But, Jesus, yeah, Bucky did not realize how many bottles he has had (nor how many fun-sized candy bars, pieces of pizza, handfuls of chips, and other types of party food he has had) until he tries to rise up off of Sam's way too comfortable, cushy couch and his stomach lurches with all of that food and drink. It's all shifting around inside him. All that liquid and food packed heavily in, changing his center of gravity and not helping his buzzed, wobbling balance in the slightest.

Instinctively, before he can fall back onto his ass, Bucky reaches for Steve.

Steve laughs gently from behind him, quickly sitting up from where he was sprawled out on the couch next to Bucky, and grabs his waist. It is his job as a farmer to make sure his cattle doesn't tip over after all. He's gotta keep his cattle safe and in line.

But everyone else is too caught up in conversation, shouting over the music, to notice. And Bucky is glad for that because...

Oh.

With Steve's hands on his hips, calling even more attention to his sudden situation, Bucky looks down, feeling his face get hot. He's not flush with alcohol now. It's- it's all him. And-

When did that happen?

Steve's fingers flex on either side of the swell of his belly, not keeping him in line as much now as teasing him. The tips of his fingers dig into Bucky's puffy sides. His sides and... his belly. Jesus. His belly is sticking out from his body. Stretching the already thin black and white, cow print fabric to be practically see-through. God. He's so sloshy and full of everything that's been going down his throat all night. His skin feels tight from everything in his stomach under his costume and... it's making him feel kind of,, funny.

Okay, so, he's had more beer than he thought and is drunker than he thought. No big deal, right?

"Where're'ya wanderin' off to?" Steve says, interrupting Buckys confused thoughts with a voice half slurred in this lazy but in-character, southern accent and half slurred from Steve's own slight drunkenness. Steve uses his hold on Bucky's hips and sides to pull Bucky back down onto the couch. Onto his lap on the couch.

"I wa-" Buckys voice cracks, his eyes are still glued to his belly. It jiggles as he lands with an oof on top of Steve despite how bloated he is. Taut and full of beer and carbs, rounding his costume out impressively. "I wass gonna get 'nother beer."

"More beer, huh?" Steve's voice is husky and his teeth are on Bucky's ear, nibbling gently and sending a stronger pulse of pleasure down Bucky's spine than usual. He does like when Steve bites him but he'll blame the extra surge of arousal on how much of their skin is touching and how he's halfway to drunk. Not anything else.

The pleasure of Steve's mouth is definitely not made more impactful as his hands slip from his hips to all the way around his waist. His larger than normal waist. Stretched out. Skin flushed and hot and now being rubbed by Steve's big, big hands, only seperated by a flimsy one-piece has absoulately cannot contain him anymore. Not his belly or.... other places that might be interested in that rubbing. Because, yeah. Steve's hands are rubbing him almost like he's intentionally soothing the alcohol and carbs as they bubble and move substantially around inside Bucky.

Finally, Bucky chokes out a "yeah."

"Have the rest of mine then," Steve says, gruff, lips to the side of Bucky's neck. One of Steve's hands snatches up his still mostly full bottle from the side table, lifts it up, and presses the opening to Bucky’s mouth.

Bucky can do nothing but barely swallow down a moan and then swallow the rest of Steve's beer. Yet, he doesn't indicate to Steve when to stop and give him a break like he usually would. He's distracted.

God.

He's so distracted by how it feels like - now that he's paying attention to what's happening - the pizza crust, the chips, and the pumpkin bread inside him are soaking up the beer and expanding outward like a sponge being rehydrated. He's sure if there wasn't pounding music and conversation, he'd be able to hear the sloshing, growing, and groaning sounds of his stomach. Slogging through all the calories he's mindlessly packed away. He's always been a greedy drunk.

But, right now, Steve must be distracted too.

Because before Bucky can think too hard about what the hell is happening, the last delicious drops of beer are dripping out of the upturned dark, glass bottle onto his tongue. All of it has gone down his throat like that.

Fucking Christ.

He just chugged another beer. Another beer bottles worth of liquid inside his already bloated tummy.

Oh.

Bucky can't blame the way his head spins on the alcohol. It's too soon for him to already be drunker; it hasn't hit his bloodstream yet. Shit, the beer has barely hit his stomach, stretching his skin further. He's not drunker. He's... he's more turned on. From... from sitting in Steve's lap and being provided for, right?

Turned on from that or not (more not that than that, if Bucky is honest with himself), all Bucky can really focus on is his costume. He's barely covered at all but, still, suddenly it feels much too tight. Like it's cutting into him.

Oh. Ugh.

Bucky leans back into Steve. Pressing him against the couch, his back to Steve's chest. His stomach sloshes. Normally he's smaller and lighter than Steve but tonight Steve really sinks back under him.

Steve drops the empty bottle carelessly between his thigh and the side of the couch. It's forgotten instantly as he teases, "what'd you say when you get what you want, Buck?"

"Th-" a hiccup attacks Bucky, jostling his gut in its tight prison "-thank you."

"Nu-uh," Steve tuts behind him, hands now casually thrown around his middle. Around his round middle. "How'd'ya really say it, baby?" He lays on the southern accent thick.

Bucky can't think of anything. He's blanking in favor of focusing so heavily on how much he wants to melt into this couch (and Steve). Stomach heavy and tight, body thrumming with pleasant levels of arousal and heat, he feels heavier than he's ever felt before in his whole life. He could lie here forever. He doesn't want to think.

Steve prods his side.

Bucky groans, feeling tender, as if his skin is stretched just as thin as the fabric of his costume.

It doesn't deter Steve though, stubborn as ever, "how'd a cow say thank you, Buck?"

Bucky giggles, oh, okay, he gets it. "MoOoOOo-" he laughs his way through the sound, making it wobbly and funnier.

Steve thumps his sensitive tummy like it's a watermelon he's trying to decide the ripeness of. It hurts but also-?

Okay. Fuuuck. Fine.

Fine. Something about this is turning him on.

It feels good but is also hurts when Steve hits his tummy like that, saying, "you're welcome," then, "good boy," for answering.

"Steve," Bucky breathes, his dick twitching in his tiny little one-piece.

"More beer?" Steve asks, mischievous and not serious but...

Bucky cannot turn the offer down.

"Take me to the kitchen to get more beer," Bucky turns his head as far over his shoulder as he can, batting his eyes at Steve, hoping his cuteness with assure that he gets what he wants. He doesn't want to get cut off. Not yet. He... he doesn't know if he can fit anymore but he wants more.

More.

Steve is staring at him, eyebrows raised. "Really?"

Bucky stickes his lower lip out. "Really." And rolls, ungracefully, off of his boyfriend with his arms around his basketball belly, trying to assure it doesn't get moved around too much. It does. It sloshes and gurgles. Bucky burps. Being on his side makes him so much more aware of all the pressure inside him. His eyes flutter shut. His toes curl. Just for a second. Savoring the feeling. Heat curls tightly in his dick and balls.

When he's off, Steve hefts himself up and brings Bucky up too immediately after.

Again, the contents of his tummy shifts as he moves. Bucky isn't sober enough to not bite his lip and moan a little.

"You sure you need more?" Steve asks, sliding an arm around his waist like he's injured and not just obscenely full. His eyes flick up and down Bucky's frame... the blue in them is quickly being swallowed by black.

"Positive." Bucky burps behind his hand. "More, c'mon, don't ruin my fffun."

Thankfully Steve needs no more encouragement. Or-

Bucky doesn't think he needed more encouragement because Steve instantly tugged him along with the arm he's got around his expanded waist, moving, but-

"Steeeve, wait, no, I'm serious, I-" Bucky starts to whine but Steve just hushes him, reaching with his other arm to pat Bucky's tummy again rather than politely moving people out of their way, maneuvering through the packed house.

"You'll get what you want, just trust me. 'Kay, Buck?"

Bucky, as much as he maybe shouldn't looking at the record of things Steve has done (namely all the righteous playground fights he got in), does trust Steve. He lets Steve pull him along.

Steve takes Bucky to the guest bedroom. Miraculously, there's no one inside, already fucking in the shelter of the unoccupied upstairs of the house. Steve leads him to the bed. Bucky plops down, letting gravity take him, bouncing a few times. A few burps come out.

"Uuuuuuughhh," Bucky moans gratefully, letting his hands smack (lightly) down against his swollen stomach, loud after having to hold in all his sounds downstairs among the other party goers.

Steve laughs, rubbing the underside of his gut and simply, mysteriously states, "wait here, big boy."

Bucky waits. He hangs in. He rubs his gut. He doesn't think too much about why his cock is hard in this stupid, tiny outfit and when his cock twitches whenever he lets himself think about what would happen if he got his hands on another beer.

"Knock knock," Steve's voice comes from the other side of the door.

Bucky lifts his head up a few inches from the mattress. He sees nothing but the white and black pattern stretched over his inflated-looking tummy. He lazily moans, dropping his head back and digging his fingers into his gut.

"You always this happy to see anyone with beer or just me?" Steve chuckles, squeezing the tent he's pitching in his stupid little costume.

Bucky whines desperately, jerking his hips up. He means to open his mouth and tell him, just you. But what really comes out of him is, "beer?"

Steve laughs, "yeah, Buck, if you can get yourself up, I'll give you the bounty I brought back with me, my little cow."

"Little?" Bucky says, brain seemingly fried.

"My cow." Steve repeats, voice low and dark. He makes a rumbling wordless sound when Bucky gets his arms under himself clumsily, rocking up onto his elbows, then onto his hands, groaning all the while. His abs are too stretched out to be useful and the food packed into his gut is holding him down.

The second Bucky is up, red in the face and panting, he's sweetly repeating it, "your cow."

"Mmm-hmm," Steve hums, herding him back up against the headboard. Bucky's gut feels impossibly bigger like this, propped up against the head of the bed with his legs spread wide. Belly sticking out more than it has ever on Thanksgiving or Christmas or anything. Round. Heavy. Straining his cow-costume. And putting more pressure on his dick.

Then...

Then Bucky spots all that Steve has brought back.

Bucky doesn't know how he managed to hold all of it.

More beer. A bottle of water. Two plates of snacks and a few extra slices of pizza. A couple fistfuls of candy.

Oh.

"Think you can get all of that down for me, cow?" Steve whispers, dragging the plates closer to them, then grabbing the bottles as he throws a leg over both of Bucky's saddling up. His hot, heavy hand drags down the middle of Bucky’s big tummy.

Bucky licks his lips, staring into Steve's dark eyes. Nodding wordlessly.

"Yeah? You think you can get everything in here?" Steve slaps his tummy, making it jiggle.

Bucky moans and he nods again.

"Nope. C’mon, Buck, answer me proper, you gonna fit everything in this big, heavy tummy, aren't you?"

"Y-"

Steve raises an eyebrow.

Bucky's blood burns hotter. He squirms as much as he can under his stomach. Oh. Okay. They're doing this. He takes a deep breath, mouth drying. They're doing this.

"Moo-" he says, not much heart in it.

Steve let's it go easy this time. He pops open a beer, holding the bottle with one hand and Bucky's jaw with his other. Bucky chugs it. Some spills out from the corners of his mouth. His gut is blossoming.

Rounder and rounder and rounder-

Steve gives him the whole bottle. Steve feeds him pizza. Steve unwraps pieces of candy, shoving them between his lips. More beer. Water. More pizza. Chips. Crackers. Candy. Beer. Pizza. Pumpkin bread. Beer. Beer. Water.

"How're you feeling, cow?" Steve rubs his tummy, giving him a break from constant feeding.

"Moooo-" Bucky moans, he's so. full.

"More?"

"Mooooo-" Bucky nods. He can take more. He wants more.

Steve gives him more. And more.

And more.

Feeding him until they're down to nothing but three pieces of candy and a few mouthfuls of beer. Feeding him until Bucky is constantly moaning, his jaw is tired of chewing, and the seams of his costume are literally creaking as he pants. He has literally never been fuller. Never rounder. His skin never more tight and hot and-

Bucky is honestly sure he's going to come without Steve touching him, his dick is aching. Throbbing. He wants to beg please, please, Steve, please touch me! Rub my belly! Jerk me off! Please! I need to come! I need to get out of this fucking costume! But all that comes out are pathetic whimpering, moaning, groaning sounds and moos. He can't stop now that he's started.

And...

Jesus Christ.

Steve feeds him the last piece of candy and all at once-

The seams in Bucky's costume give in to his swollen form. Ripping apart.

Several inches of the seams on the sides of the body suit rip open. Giving Bucky just enough extra breathing room. Letting his gut take up even more space in front of him. Lurching forward. Oh. Everything inside Bucky is on fire. Throbbing with his frantic heart rate. Feeling immensely swollen and impossibly huge and-

Jesusfuckingchrist.

Steve makes everything better worse by groaning and shoving. his. hands. in. the. open. rips. Grabbing his gut and manhandling it under the fabric. Jiggling it and pressing down and-

Bucky comes.

Bucky comes with an embarrassingly loud moan. He is devastated. Pleasure wrecks his body. His nerves. He's being unraveled. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, back and neck arching, and his whole tummy clenching impossibly tighter. Christ. It feels so good.

Bucky comes to the sound of Steve praising him, "good. Good cow."

I hope you enjoyed 😳

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