#black hugh hefner

[h-the-jewel-thief]

[a-state-of-bliss]

Brande Roderick, Hugh Hefner & Sandy & Mandy Bentley by Larry Fink (2000)

[deansbeer]

ᘍ meet ᘊ ✶ ❝ VIXEN, THE UNTOUCHABLE FLAME ! ❞

created by KARI HER spotify playlist

⎯⎯ portrayed by my wife @titsout4jackles ⟡

❝ she burns bright, but get too close and you'll regret it. ❞

BREE ( ❝ VIXEN ❞ ) ⎯⎯ THE BLACK BUNNY.

VIXEN'S not just another pretty face in the mansion—she's the one who keeps everything in check. sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and effortlessly commanding,  VIXEN  is the kind of woman who walks into a room and owns it without saying a word. she exudes confidence, with a knowing smirk that says she's always three steps ahead of everyone else.

while the other bunnies lean into sweetness or mystery,  VIXEN  is all fire—bold, unapologetic, and unwilling to take shit from anyone, not even PLAYBOY!DEAN. she's the closest thing the mansion has to a second-in-command, ensuring that everything runs smoothly and that no one—guest or otherwise—crosses the line. the other bunnies respect her, even if they sometimes whisper about how intimidating she can be.

PLAYBOY!DEAN may run the mansion, but VIXEN

 makes sure it doesn't burn to the ground. she's the one who handles problems before they become disasters, smoothing over conflicts with a well-placed threat or a perfectly timed smirk. if someone's getting too rowdy, she's the one who puts them in their place—without ever raising her voice.

there's an undeniable tension between her and PLAYBOY!DEAN. they argue, push each other's buttons, and challenge each other constantly. but deep down, there's an understanding between them—he knows she's invaluable, and she knows he'd be lost without her.

RANDOM HEADCANONS.

SHE CARRIES HERSELF LIKE A QUEEN  ⎯⎯ always poised, always in control. she doesn't need to demand respect; it's given to her the moment she walks into a room.

SHE HAS A SHARP TONGUE  ⎯⎯ if someone tries to get smart with her, they'd better be prepared for a verbal takedown that leaves them speechless.

SHE PREFERS WINE OVER WHISKEY  ⎯⎯ strong, smooth, and with a bit of a bite—just like her.

SHE HAS A SOFT SPOT FOR THE OTHER BUNNIES  ⎯⎯ she may act tough, but she's fiercely protective of them. if someone messes with her girls, they'll regret it.

SHE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TRULY CHALLENGE PLAYBOY!DEAN  ⎯⎯ she's not afraid of him, and he respects that. their banter is legendary, full of teasing insults and unspoken tension.

SHE'S ALWAYS IN BLACK OR GOLD ⎯⎯ sleek, elegant, and dangerous—her wardrobe reflects her personality.

SHE SECRETLY LOVES JAZZ AND BLUES ⎯⎯ there's something about smoky, late-night music that soothes her. she'll never admit it, though.

SHE HAS A SIGNATURE RED LIPSTICK ⎯⎯ a deep, striking shade that leaves a mark—literally and figuratively.

SHE'S A NIGHT OWL  ⎯⎯ the mansion's energy at night is when she thrives, when everything is electric, and she's in her element.

WHAT VIXEN LOVES MOST

CONTROL  ⎯⎯ not in a power-hungry way, but in the sense that she likes knowing things are handled, that nothing is spiraling out of control.

CIGARETTES & SLOW-BURNING CONVERSATIONS  ⎯⎯ she enjoys those late-night talks where nothing and everything is said at once.

WINNING ARGUMENTS   ⎯⎯ there's nothing more satisfying than shutting someone down with a well-placed remark.

THE THRILL OF THE GAME  ⎯⎯ whether it's a high-stakes poker match or a battle of wits, she lives for the challenge.

LOYALTY  ⎯⎯ she doesn't trust easily, but when she does, she expects the same unwavering loyalty in return.

TRINKETS VIXEN LOVES TO COLLECT.

ANTIQUE LIGHTERS  ⎯⎯ she has a collection of vintage lighters, each with a story behind it. Some were gifts, others she won in bets, and a few she simply took from people who didn't deserve them. her favorite is a sleek silver one with an engraving that no one but her knows the meaning of.

LIPSTICK CASES  ⎯⎯ she has a handful of elegant, old-fashioned lipstick cases made of gold or silver, some with intricate engravings. they remind her of a time when beauty was both a weapon and an art.

PLAYING CARDS  ⎯⎯ not just any deck—she keeps unique or rare playing cards from different places she's been. some are souvenirs, others were taken from men who underestimated her in a poker game. she always carries one ace in her pocket, just in case.

OLD POCKET WATCHES  ⎯⎯ she doesn't wear them, but she admires the craftsmanship. the ticking sound is oddly soothing to her, a reminder that time is always moving, even if she refuses to slow down.

BROKEN JEWELRY  ⎯⎯ a strange habit, but she finds beauty in pieces that are no longer whole—rings missing stones, snapped chains, earrings without a pair. she keeps them in a small velvet pouch, though she never explains why.

MATCHBOOKS FROM DIFFERENT CLUBS & BARS ⎯⎯ each one tells a story of a night well spent (or a night someone else would rather forget). she keeps them tucked away in a sleek black box, flipping through them when she's feeling nostalgic or restless.

HANDWRITTEN NOTES  ⎯⎯ she never lets on, but she keeps little notes people have written her—scribbled messages on cocktail napkins, a torn-out page from a book with a line underlined just for her. some are from PLAYBOY!DEAN, though she'd never admit it.

HER GRANDFATHER'S HANDCRAFTED KNIFE  ⎯⎯ this is the one possession she cherishes above all else. the knife was handcrafted and given to her by her grandfather when she was a little girl—a piece of him she still carries with her. the handle is worn smooth from years of use, designed beautifully in white, and the blade, though old, is still razor-sharp with intricate carvings. (it's more than a weapon to her; it's a reminder of where she came from, of the man who taught her to be strong, to never be defenseless.) she keeps it hidden, close to her at all times, a silent promise to herself that she'll never let anyone take advantage of her.

VIXEN'S SNAKE ⎯⎯ NYX.

VIXEN doesn't need a guard dog—she has NYX, a sleek, jet-black indigo snake with a sharp mind and an even sharper temperament. named after the Greek goddess of the night, NYX is just as mysterious and untouchable as his owner.

NYX IS FIERCELY LOYAL TO VIXEN  ⎯⎯ while most people wouldn't dare get close to a snake, NYX slithers comfortably around VIXEN'S shoulders or rests near her when she lounges in her private quarters. she's the only one who can handle him without getting a warning hiss.

HE'S SNIPPY WITH STRANGERS—BUT NEVER WITH THE BUNNIES  ⎯⎯ much like VIXEN, NYX doesn't warm up to just anyone. if a guest or an outsider gets too close, they'll be met with a sharp flick of his tongue, a subtle warning before he strikes. however, when it comes to the other bunnies, he's oddly calm, almost protective, as if he knows they are part of VIXEN'S inner circle.

HE'S ALWAYS NEAR WHEN VIXEN IS AROUND ⎯⎯ whether he's curled up in a dark corner of her room, slinking across her desk, or resting around her wrist like a living bracelet, NYX always seems to be watching. he moves silently, much like VIXEN herself, which unnerves people who aren't used to him.

PLAYBOY!DEAN ABSOLUTELY HATES HIM  ⎯⎯ not out of fear, of course, but because NYX has a habit of appearing out of nowhere, and PLAYBOY!DEAN swears VIXEN does it on purpose. there's a running joke in the mansion that the only thing that can make PLAYBOY!DEAN flinch is "that damn snake." VIXEN, of course, finds this endlessly amusing.

NYX IS INTELLIGENT & ALMOST SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND VIXEN'S MOODS  ⎯⎯ the snake is more than just a pet; he's an extension of VIXEN'S quiet, calculating nature. when she's irritated, he's more restless, coiling and uncoiling like he can sense her tension. when she's in control, he moves slowly, deliberately—just like her.

NYX is more than just an exotic pet—he's a reflection of VIXEN herself. sleek, dangerous, misunderstood, but loyal to those who earn his trust. just like his owner, he's not to be underestimated.

and when VIXEN sits in her private lounge, sipping wine and watching the world around her with that knowing smirk, NYX is always there, curled around her wrist like a shadow, a silent reminder that she is never truly alone.

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[alltoounwellll]

hear me out, wolfstar dressing up as Hugh Hefner and a playboy bunny for Halloween

but it’s not how you think, cause Remus is actually the one dressing up as the bunny

[yukithesnowman314]

Zelda Wynn Valdes: The Mother of Bunny Girls

[firstsentence]

"Pallor—however defiant, however triumphant—will wear upon a man's soul, alas." 🍵

[xoxoluvnicole]

Little Angel

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader (First person POV)

You and Theo both end up at a Slytherin Halloween party, he is drawn in by your costume.

!SMUT! 18+ ONLY

CW: Alcohol, weed, pet names, choking, getting tied up

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"You look absolutely adorable!" My best friend squeals, looking at me over my shoulder in the mirror hung on the wall in my dorm room.

I smooth down the white mini skirt that adorns the top of my thighs. I decided to dress as an angel, it was an extremely basic costume but I knew it would draw the attention I wanted from boys. It was an all white outfit, a see-through corset was squeezing my organs in ways that made me vaguely worried for my health. My makeup was done all nice, with white accents on the inner corners of my eyes and small jewels dotted randomly on my face. Lastly, the piece that tied it all together was the white angel halo that sat on top of my head thanks to the headband.

We rushed out of my dorm, running through the dark halls of Hogwarts as quietly but as quickly as we could. Walking down the stairs into the dungeon, I could hear the music blasting from yards away. The green LED lights shined beneath the door that led into the Slytherin common room. A scrawny Slytherin first year had the poor job of standing at the door.

I waltzed right by him, catching him staring at the top of my legs. The room had all the furniture pushed against the walls, a makeshift bar was set up next to the door, and there was a lingering smell of different intoxicating substances. I held my best friends hand as we snuck our way through the crowd standing at the door.

I could see all sorts of unique costumes standing around the room. A group of Ravenclaws were dressed as the Scooby Doo mystery gang. I could see a few playboy bunnies followed by their Hugh Hefner boyfriends. Lots of popular tv show characters, a few Ghostface masks and Michael Myers stood in different corners of the room.

I could feel my friend tug at my arm, dragging me over to the bar. Pansy Parkinson was dressed as a sexy pirate, being the main bartender for the party. When she saw me, she smiled.

"Finally decided to join the party?" She yelled over the music.

I smiled at her, looking over my shoulder to scan the party. "Just give me something fruity!"

She quickly mixed something up for me, it was a bright pink color and it tasted similar to a cherry pie. It was dangerous, I knew I'd be drunk within the hour if I drank this as fast as I wanted to. I leaned over the bar, my ass sticking out behind me.

"Don't look behind you.." Pansy warned, looking past me while she continued to mix up a drink. "Nott's been staring at you for the past few minutes.."

I smiled at the name. Theodore Nott. He was a Slytherin seventh year, hot as ever and he had a cunning attitude attached to him. We've talked a bit, being smoking buddies every so often when he came up to the Astronomy tower with his boys while Pansy and I sat up there. Not strangers, but definitely not as close as I wished we could be.

I stood up straight, peering just every so slightly over my shoulder. He was wearing a black suit with a red button up shirt and tie. His face was covered with black and white face paint, depicting a skeleton. A simple costume, but it made me want to drool and trip over myself.

The cold drink in my hand was giving me a bit of confidence, as I took another sip. I whispered a quick goodbye to my friend and turned around on my heels. Theo was stationed next to the fireplace with Mattheo and Lorenzo at his sides. I slowly sauntered through the crowd, saying my hellos to the friends I bumped into along the way.

Theo acted like he didn't see me coming, looking away to the other corner of the room.

"Skeleton? Pretty basic, don't you think, Nott?" I giggled, bringing the drink up to my lips for another sip as I stepped in front of him.

He chuckled, finally meeting my eyes but not before he examined my costume. "Angel?" He took a minute to pause, "Unique.."

I smiled at him. I moved my hand holding the drink between us, silently offering him a sip. He held his hand up, denying it before he brought up his other hand which revealed the blunt he was holding.

"Classic.." I giggled at him.

I opened my mouth to speak again, possibly flirt with him a bit more before some Rihanna song came over the speakers. I gasped, looking up at the strobing lights on the ceiling. My hips began to sway as I took another drink, before setting it down on the mantle of the fireplace.

"Dance with me!" I yelled over the music to Theo, grabbing his upper arm and dragging him behind me.

The area that was the designated dance floor was crowded with people from every house. I managed to snake my way to the middle, stopping and turning to face Theo. The song continued on, as I grabbed Theo's hands to swing them back and forth. He smiles a small smile at me, eyes drawn to my body.

The song continues on and Theo's hands find my waist, turning me in his arms so my back is against his chest. My hips move side to side, his following mine. We stayed on the dance floor for the next few songs. Between me grinding on him or wrapping my arms around his shoulders to sing along with the song.

"Wanna go smoke somewhere?" He leaned down to whisper in my ear, hands still glued to my waist.

I nodded. He grabbed my hand within his, guiding me through the crowd and up a staircase into the boys dorm wing.

"Where are we going?" I giggled, whispering behind him.

"My dorm.. I've got better weed in there." He looked back at me, smirking.

He opened the door, leading me into a plainly decorated room. The only character that stood out was the weed accessories placed all over the room and the big tapestry that hung over his bed with a marijuana plant plastered in the middle of it. It was messy, but not disgusting. It smelled like cologne and old spice.

Theo let go of my hand after he shut the door behind us, walking over to the window to prop it open. He picked up a marbled green and black glass bong, walking over to the sink to fill it with water.

"You know how to pack weed?" He asked.

I shook my head, shyly sitting down on the edge of his bed. He nodded, walking back over to his bed to stand in front of me. He took the weed and began packing it in. He got it all ready, grabbed his lighter and lit the bong. He took a long hit, pulling back and opening his mouth to take a gasp in. Theo held it in for a few seconds, then leaning out the window to blow the smoke into the atmosphere.

"Here, your turn.." He walked back over to me, handing me the bong.

I held it in my hands, putting it up to my mouth as Theo held the lighter against the weed to light it for me. He pulled the plug out after a few seconds to let me take in all the smoke. I tilted my head towards the window and blew out, coughing.

Between coughs I managed to speak out, "Haven't.. done this.. in a while.." I giggled.

Theo smiled at me, taking another quick hit before setting the bong down on his nightstand. He sat down next to me on the bed, leaning back so his back hit the wall. I sighed, glancing around his room.

"Come on, lay back.. Take a load off." Theo suggested, pulling at my arm.

I leaned backwards, laying down next to him. My brain quickly got foggy from the previous alcohol and now the weed. I sighed, looking up at the ceiling as I felt Theo's gaze focus on me. I looked to my side, smiling at him.

"What are you thinking?" Theo asked quietly.

I hummed for a moment before giving my answer, "I dont know, honestly.." I giggled, "Nothing, I guess."

Theo chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. I sat up, shaking myself out of the wings that were on my back. I moved my legs to lay down at the head of the bed. Theo followed suit.

"How long have we known each other now..? Like six years or something like that." Theo asked, his words a bit slurred from the intoxicating smoke he inhaled a few minutes earlier.

"Something like that.." I agree, huffing. My heart was beginning to beat faster and it felt like I had a lack of lungs in my air.

I placed a hand on my heart, making sure my body was still functioning correctly. Theo eyed me, then placed his hand over mine.

His hand over mine was warm, like a spark of fire just lit between our connection. "You okay?" He asked.

I nodded, giving a small 'mhm'. My eyes fluttered closed as I lay there with the hottest guy in all of Hogwarts who had his hand on my chest. Maybe I was just high and hallucinating. Yeah, that's probably it.

I continued on with thinking I was hallucinating until I felt his hand slowly move from on top of mine to on top of my breast. It was a lingering touch, he held his hand for a few seconds before his fingers started to pry back the corset top I was wearing, easing his hand under and on to my boob.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, Theo looked at me with genuine care in his eyes. "Is um.. this okay?"

I nodded, vigorously.

"Use your words.." He coo'd.

"Yes.. Yes, this is good.." I stumbled over my words, watching and feeling his hand slip lower and lower into my top.

I felt his pinky finger brush over my nipple, the sudden sensation caused a chill to vibrate through my body. His thumb and index finger pinched and swirled my nipple between them. I bit my bottom lip, my eyes wandering from the ceiling to his face. He had a stupid smirk on it, watching my body squirm due to his simple touch.

"How easy is this corset to take off?" He questioned, pulling his hand out from under it and nudging me to sit up so he could take a look.

"Not hard, just um-" I paused to think, my intoxicated brain was not working the way it should. "Untie the tie and then pull the strings apart." I guided him.

He did as I told him, and before I knew it my corset was being thrown on the floor and I was left sitting topless on his bed. Theo's eyes wandered up and down my body, and I suddenly could feel every insecurity I've ever had seeping into my brain. I went to wrap my arms around myself but before I could Theo grabbed my wrist, pulling it back to my side.

"Why do you want to cover up such a beautiful body?" He spoke softly.

I shrugged, not having an answer for him. Soon, Theo was leaning forward towards me. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, shocking me in the process.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yes! I'm very good.. Just- high," I giggled, "But this is nice! Keep going.. Please"

Theo smirked an evil smirk at the words that just came out of my mouth, "Good girl, using her manners."

I went to smile but before I could his lips crashed against mine, his one hand moving around my neck to settle on the dip beneath my head. He pushed our faces impossibly closer together. I was blushing, hard, my face was red hot and I felt as if any second I would start to sweat.

Theo's other hand found it's way down to my chest, kneading both boobs in one of his hands. His tongue jammed into my mouth, searching for something that was no where to be found. We stayed like that for a minute, tongues bumping into each other and saliva swapping between us. He pinched my nipples which caused me to pull back and yelp. That just made Theo smile wider.

He used the opportunity of me pulling back from him to kiss down my neck, onto my collarbone and my chest, finally ending up at my boobs. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. I tried to stifle my moan by biting my tongue.

He backed away from my nipple with a pop, "So pretty.. Can't believe we've never done this before."

My brain short circuited for a moment, "You've thought about this before?"

He laughed quickly, before going back to kneading my boobs with both hands. "How could I not, cara mia? You've sat in front of me in Muggle Studies for the past two years. I see your beautiful body every time you go to stand up or sit down.."

His words made me blush. I giggled at him and his confession. "You're cute, Nott."

He smiled at me for just a second before his eyes turned lust filled. He trailed his one hand from my chest down to beneath my short skirt, coming in contact with the white thong I wore. His fingers circled over the underwear as he looked up at me. Ever so slowly, he moved them over to the side and his fingers were now touching parts of me I only dreamed of him touching.

His index and middle finger made small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. I laid back on his pillows, watching as he so carefully took control over me.

He looked up at me through his eyelashes, his mouth opening slightly and his eyes widened. Before I could ask if he was okay, I felt those same two fingers jam into me. My body shivered and a moan fell out from my lips.

He licked his lips, eyes flicking between his fingers pumping in and out of me and my face. "So.." He paused his movements, "tight." He jammed them back in, going deeper than I ever thought was possible. My back arched off the bed at his sudden movements. I was at his disposal and he knew it.

"So good, cara mia. So good.." He whispered, leaning his face down closer to my core as he stuck his tongue out and licked it.

I gasped, my hands flying to the edges of the bed to steady myself. He continued to lick up and down, occasionally sucking on the bud. It felt heavenly, this obviously was not the first time he had done this.

"Theo.. fuck me.." I managed to squeak out between moans. This made him smile at me.

"Your wish is my command, darling." He smirked, unbuttoning his suit pants.

I leaned up to help him, unbuttoning his top and loosening the tie as he worked to take his trousers off. Soon, his clothes were discarded on the floor. Except for his tie, he held onto his tie. I looked questioningly at it, my eyebrow raised.

"Put your hands together, behind your back." He demanded.

I did as I was told, and he used the red tie to bind my hands together behind me. He pushed me backwards, my shoulders hitting the soft mattress.

"Are you sure about this?" He leaned down closer to my face, planting soft kisses on my neck.

"Yes, please. Please, Theo." I begged, squirming beneath him.

The lust in his eyes grew as he pulled my panties and skirt down my legs. He shimmied his boxers off, exposing his impressive shaft. He had a reputation at school of having BDE (big dick energy) and I could now confirm that the rumors were true. Very true.

He wrapped his hand around it, pumping it a few times. He was rock hard, just from touching me. It was a bit of an ego boost, I wont lie.

He lined himself up with my core, pushing in painfully slow. I bit my lip, trying to quiet my moans but it was no use. I moaned loudly, causing his face to snap up at me.

"Quiet, cara mia." He warned, wrapping the hand that wasn't gripping my waist around my neck.

It was a light touch, until it wasn't. Theo began pushing himself in and out of me, faster until he was at a brutal pace. His hand around my neck tightened, my brain becoming more foggy than it already was. He continued on, using my core however he wanted to. My hands longed to touch him, but the tie around my wrists made it impossible.

"Flip over.." He said after pulling out, watching as I struggled to move from my back to my stomach.

He pulled my ass into the air, forcing me to arch my back into the bed. He pushed back in, hitting deeper than he was before. He pulled my hair into a ponytail, tugging on it so I was forced to press my back to his chest.

"Pretty angel.." He cooed in my ear, "Getting absolutely destroyed." He smirked.

I looked over my shoulder at him, the skeleton face paint still intact. It made him even hotter than he already was, if that was possible. His tongue was stuck out just slightly, curling around his bottom lip in concentration. His hips continued to buck up into me.

"Im close, Theo.." I whined.

"Good girl, go on. Finish all over me." He whispered, continuing his unrelenting pace.

I came undone on his shaft. My body was shaking and my breathing was staggered as I fell forward onto the pillows.

He moaned out random words of praise, before I heard him say "I'm gonna come too."

He groaned, erratically slamming his hips into mine. He pulled out at the last second, his hand wrapping around to stroke himself to finishing. His thick cum was all up my ass and back. We both moaned out a sigh of relief.

Theo stayed behind me for a second, before he patted his hand on my ass and got off the bed. He returned a few seconds later with a towel he used to wipe me down, being gentle like I truly was an angel in his arms.

"How was that?" He asked, smirking.

"Great.. Amazing.." I said, my chest still heaving for air.

He scooted me over to the inside of the bed, laying down next to me. He pulled me into his arms, leaving the softest kisses on the top of my head.

"Oh, cara mia. You did so well.." He praised me, running a hand through my hair and untying my wrists

We sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the moment. I traced shapes on his chest with my now free hand. I could hear the music from the party playing in the distance. I heard commotion from all sorts of people, drunk and high.

"Do you wanna go back to the party?" Theo asked after a while, moving my chin up to plant a kiss on my lips.

"No.. I don't think I can walk." I giggle.

He smiled down at me, laying back into the mattress.

[greengoblinswifey]

I know these men aren’t friends but I just wanna be in the middle of pope and rafe 🙂‍↕️

Rafe Cameron x Pope Heyward x Kook!Reader

summary— you host your annual pre halloween party and things gets steamy with two unexpected men.

warnings— explicit content. threesome, grinding, oral, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, possessive rafe as usual, bit of sub rafe and pope, slightly dom!reader, male masturbation.

a/n— i had to write a long ass fic based off this ask, enjoy <33

The party was already in full swing by the time you opened the door for Pope and the rest of the Pogues. Your annual Halloween party had always been a hit, and this year was no different. The lights were dim, casting an orange and purple glow over your crowded mansion as music pumped through the speakers. The smell of beer was mixed with Halloween candles you bought and the cool night air that rushed in every time the door opened. Kooks and Pogues were scattered around playing beer pong, dancing, or chatting in little groups, the energy of the night electric. It was the only night of the year everyone got a long- thanks to you.

You had dressed as a playboy bunny this year, black corset, bunny ears perched on your head, and fishnet stockings that had definitely caught Pope’s eye the moment he walked in. His gaze lingered on you as he made his way over, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Damn, you look really sexy tonight,” he said, eyes scanning your body before meeting yours again. You giggled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, and placed a hand on his chest.

You were tipsy, maybe a little more than tipsy after greeting people at the door for the last hour with a drink always in hand. Pope wasn’t exactly sober either; he and the rest of the pogues had been pregaming before they arrived. His breath was warm as he leaned in closer, the smell of alcohol mixing with his cologne, and you couldn’t help but feel a little lightheaded as his hand settled on your waist.

“Thanks, Pope,” you teased, batting your lashes. “Guess I pulled off the whole sexy playboy bunny look, huh?”

Pope grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. “More than pulled it off,” he said, leaning closer. His lips grazed the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You let him kiss you there for a moment before you gently pulled away, biting your lip as you looked up at him with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Oh, you like how I look, huh? Your little playboy bunny?” you teased, dragging a finger down his chest slowly, feeling the muscles tense beneath his shirt.

Pope chuckled, his grip on your waist tightening as he looked at you with hooded eyes. “You know I do,” he said, voice low, full of that teasing edge you’d come to expect from him.

Around you, the party raged on, music pounding, people laughing and drinking, but it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. His hand drifted to the small of your back, pulling you closer as you both swayed slightly, caught in the rhythm of the music and the buzz of the alcohol. You were tempted to give in to his touch, to let him kiss you right there in front of everyone, but you held back, keeping him on edge just a little longer.

That playful push and pull between you two was all part of the game, and tonight was no different.

You had almost forgotten that Rafe never missed your parties. The two of you had been hooking up for months now, always finding yourselves in situations that blurred the lines between friends and something more. He’d known about your costume for weeks, knew exactly what kind of reaction it would get, and, true to form, he’d shown up dressed as Hugh Hefner, a smug smirk on his face as he walked through the door.

You didn’t notice him at first, too wrapped up in Pope, whose lips were still trailing along your neck, and whose hands had drifted lower, resting just above your hips. You were tipsy, feeling light and playful, leaning into Pope as his lips brushed against your skin. The party pulsed around you, the music loud and the room packed, but it felt like you and Pope were in your own little bubble-until that bubble was abruptly popped.

Rafe stormed over before you even realized he’d spotted the two of you. His presence was impossible to miss, broad shoulders, confident swagger, and a dark look in his eyes as he cut through the crowd, laser-focused on you and Pope. The moment his voice cut through the air, it sent a shiver down your spine.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled, his eyes flicking between you and Pope, anger simmering beneath the surface. He stopped right in front of the two of you, jaw clenched. “Why the fuck is this pogue all over you? And why the hell is he even here?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, though you knew better than to push Rafe when he was like this. Still, the alcohol had loosened you up, and you found yourself smirking at him, tipping your head to the side. “Rafe, calm down. You and I aren’t together, remember?” You smiled sweetly, leaning back into Pope just a little more, feeling Rafe’s glare intensify. “I can do whatever I want.”

You reached out, your fingers brushing over Rafe’s costume, silk robe, cigarette holder tucked into his breast pocket. “You look good, though,” you teased, trying to lighten the tension. “My very own Hugh Hefner.” You leaned in, lowering your voice so only he could hear. “And I’m your Holly Madison, or whoever you want me to be.”

He was pissed but the compliment seemed to ease some of the tension in his shoulders. Still, his eyes remained dark as he glanced at Pope, clearly annoyed by his presence. “You’re out of your mind,” Rafe muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as if he couldn’t stay mad at you.

“If you want,” you teased again, “you can join in.” You giggled, the alcohol buzzing in your veins as you gave him a playful wink. Pope, oblivious to the history between you and Rafe, was still holding you close, his body pressed against yours.

Rafe’s eyes narrowed for a moment, but then he sighed, stepping closer. “You’re such a brat,” he muttered under his breath, though you could hear the slight amusement in his voice now. He moved behind you, his hands settling on your waist as he pressed his body against yours. The heat of him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but let out a little breath as he leaned down to kiss the back of your neck.

You were sandwiched between the two of them now, Rafe grinding into you from behind, his hands firm on your hips, while Pope was in front of you, his hands pulling you closer, his lips brushing against your collarbone. It was like being in the center of a storm, the music pulsing through your body as you swayed with them, your head spinning from the drinks and the intensity of the moment.

Rafe’s lips moved up your neck, his breath hot against your skin, while Pope’s hands gripped your waist tighter, the two of them moving with you in sync to the beat of the music. It was chaotic and thrilling, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling powerful between them.

Things were quickly heating up between you, Rafe, and Pope. The energy had shifted, and it was like you could feel both of them trying to outdo the other, their touches growing more insistent, their lips and hands everywhere at once. Pope’s hands were gripping your waist from the front, his fingers sliding up your sides, while Rafe’s mouth never left your neck, his strong hands pressing against your hips as he pushed into you from behind.

They were locked in silent competition, each one focused on making you shudder, on drawing out those soft little gasps they knew you couldn’t hold back. Pope’s lips brushed against your jawline, while Rafe’s breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers through your entire body. You were surrounded by them, caught in this magnetic pull between the two.

The party raged on around you, but it didn’t matter. In that moment, all that existed were their hands on you, their mouths teasing your skin, and the way your body responded to each of them. You bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built inside you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Kiara and Cleo passing by, their eyes widening in shock and amusement at the sight of the three of you. They giggled, whispering to each other as they stole glances, clearly not expecting to see this. But you didn’t care, you were too wrapped up in the moment. If anything, their reaction made it even more thrilling.

You had an idea, one that made your pulse quicken even more. With a sly smile, you reached out and grabbed both of their hands, Pope’s in your left, Rafe’s in your right, and tugged them gently, leading them toward the staircase. Their eyes flickered with curiosity, though both men were clearly annoyed with each other. You could feel the tension between them, but they followed you anyway, unable to resist.

Without saying a word, you led them upstairs, weaving through the crowd of partygoers until you reached your room. Your mansion was sprawling, and your room was at the far end of the hall, far away from the chaos of the party downstairs. As you reached the door, you glanced back at them with a teasing smile. They were still glaring at each other, but the desire to be near you overpowered their irritation.

You opened the door to your room and stepped inside, feeling the weight of both of their eyes on you as you moved. The tension between the three of you was electric, and you knew that whatever was about to happen would only fuel the competitive fire burning between them.

Rafe and Pope followed you into the room, the door clicking shut behind them. Despite their annoyance with each other, they were both here for you, and that thought made you grin. You had both of them right where you wanted them.

The real fun was just about to begin.

You gave them both a little shove and they stood for a second, tension still thick between them, before you pushed them onto the bed. They sat side by side, eyes glued to you as you slowly walked toward them, the sultry music from your speaker you turned on that played music from downstairs, filling the room.

Rafe’s eyes roamed over your body, his jaw tight as he took you in. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice husky with desire. “You’re so fucking sexy, so fucking beautiful. All mine.”

His possessiveness sent a thrill through you, but before you could respond, Pope’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t about to let Rafe take control of the moment. “She’s not just yours,” Pope shot back, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You’re stunning, you know that? Absolutely stunning.”

The tension between them sizzled in the air, but your giggle broke through it. You stood between them now, enjoying the attention, enjoying how desperate they both seemed to be for you. With one hand, you reached out and touched Pope’s cheek, your thumb brushing against his jawline as you gave him a teasing smile.

Then, without warning, you turned to Rafe, straddling him on the bed, feeling the heat of his body against yours. His hands immediately gripped your waist, pulling you down hard against his lap. “All mine,” he whispered again, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss.

You could feel his bulge pressing into you, hard and ready beneath your thighs. You kissed him back deeply, but with your free hand, you reached out to Pope, your fingers brushing over his bulge. He groaned softly at your touch, and the tension in the room shifted, their competitiveness forgotten for the moment as they focused on you.

Grinding on Rafe’s lap, you felt his hands move to grip your hips, guiding you as you moved against him. But your attention wasn’t just on him, you continued to tease Pope, rubbing him through his pants, feeling the hardness beneath your palm as his breathing grew heavier. Both of them were completely under your control now.

Pope’s jaw clenched again, but this time it wasn’t from frustration, it was from the pleasure you were giving him. His hand reached out to touch you, his fingers brushing against your skin, desperate for more. You could feel the heat rising in the room, the music and the dim lights only adding to the tension.

You pulled back from Rafe just enough to look at both of them. The sight of them, both completely focused on you, their eyes dark with desire, sent a shiver down your spine. You were the one in control here, and they were more than willing to follow your lead.

You stood before them, feeling their eyes devour every inch of your body. “Don’t I look sexy?” you asked with a teasing smirk, running your hands slowly down your sides. Rafe and Pope, sitting on the edge of the bed, nodded frantically, their eyes wide with hunger.

“Yes, you do,” they both agreed in unison, barely able to get the words out.

You bit your lip seductively, letting your fingers play with the edge of your corset. “Then I’m not even sure if I want to take this off,” you teased, watching as their desperation grew. Rafe groaned, leaning forward slightly, his hands twitching.

“Please, take it off,” he begged, his voice rough with need.

“Yeah,” Pope added, his tone almost as eager. “Take it off.”

You stepped closer, swaying your hips, urging them both with a slow, sultry glance. “Well then, why don’t you two help me out of it?” you said, biting your lip again.

They didn’t need to be told twice. Both of them stood quickly, their hands eager and trembling as they started to unlace the corset. Rafe was more familiar with the routine, his fingers swift as he helped you slip out of it. Pope, though less experienced, moved carefully, his touch hesitant but excited. The moment your corset dropped to the floor, you stood before them in nothing but your bunny ears, stockings, and heels.

Rafe, even though he’d seen you naked so many times before, still inhaled sharply as he took in the sight of you, his arousal evident in the way his body responded. Pope, on the other hand, was absolutely floored. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the sexy kook he’d always known, now standing completely bare in front of him.

Your fingers trailed over your body, feeling their eyes follow your every movement. You helped Rafe out of his Hugh Hefner costume, the velvet robe slipping to the floor. Then you turned to Pope, guiding him out of his clothes as well. When they were both fully undressed, you stepped back to admire them, both big and thick, standing there, hard for you.

Your breath hitched at the sight of them, a wave of heat coursing through you. You hadn’t quite anticipated how much seeing them both, naked and ready, would make your pulse race.

How the fuck would you take both of them?

You moved closer to Rafe first, your lips brushing against his as you kissed him deeply, your hand trailing down his chest, then lower. His hands gripped your hips again, his body eager to press against yours. But as much as you wanted him, you weren’t going to let Pope wait any longer.

You turned to Pope, running your fingers along his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss that was equally as deep. He responded instantly, his hands sliding down your sides, his touch sending sparks through you. You could feel the tension between them, the competitiveness that hadn’t gone away, but right now, they were both focused on you.

Their hard cocks were pressing up against you, the heat between the three of you radiating through the room. You could feel Rafe’s eyes on you as you turned your attention to Pope, pushing him back onto the bed with a firm shove. He landed on his back, his breath hitching as you climbed between his legs, arching your back and raising your ass high in the air.

Rafe stood behind you, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight. He was itching to pull you away from Pope, to remind him who had you first, but for now, he held back, letting you have your fun. The tension between them was fierce, and you knew that after tonight, Rafe would likely find a way to make Pope pay for touching you. But right now, you were in control.

With your ass still raised, you wrapped your hand around Pope's thick cock, stroking it slowly while he groaned beneath you. His head fell back against the pillow, his hips jerking up slightly as you teased him with your touch. Rafe watched, his breath ragged, his fingers flexing as he fought the urge to intervene.

You smirked over your shoulder at Rafe, your voice dripping with seduction. “Well, don't just stand there.”

That was all it took. Rafe dropped to his knees behind you, gripping your hips firmly as he pulled you closer and ripped your stocking to have an opening to your pussy, then his mouth dived between your thighs. The sensation was electric, his tongue working you over with a fervor that made your entire body shudder. You moaned around Pope’s cock as you took him into your mouth, the vibrations of your moans making his hips buck up into you even more.

Rafe wasn’t letting up, his hands gripping your ass as he devoured you, his own cock hard and throbbing as he stroked himself, eager for more. The pleasure hit you in waves, and you couldn’t help but grind back against Rafe’s face as you moaned around Pope’s length, the taste of him filling your mouth.

Pope’s hands tangled in your hair, his breaths coming faster as you worked him with your lips and tongue. His moans grew louder, his hips thrusting up as he lost control. “Fuck, I'm gonna-,”Pope groaned, his voice strained, and before long, he was spilling into your mouth, his body tensing beneath you.

The moment Pope came, your own orgasm crashed over you, your moans muffled as you swallowed Pope’s release. Your body trembled as you came on Rafe’s mouth, his grip tightening on your hips as he lapped up every drop of your arousal, making sure to get every last bit. Both of you swallowed, savoring the moment as the three of you caught your breath.

With your body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened, you turned your attention to Rafe. Before he could fully catch his breath, you pushed him onto the bed, positioning his hard cock right at your entrance. Slowly, you sank down onto him, both of you moaning as he filled you completely. Your eyes locked with Pope’s, who was now sitting up, his gaze fixated on where you and Rafe were connected.

Rafe’s hands roamed your body, his lips latching onto your breasts as he groaned into your skin. You couldn’t help but throw your head back in pleasure as you rode him, feeling him stretch you out perfectly. Pope’s eyes trailed down to your pussy, watching every movement, his hand gripping his cock as it hardened again.

“You like watching me get fucked, don't you?” you teased, your voice low and sultry as you maintained eye contact with Pope. He nodded frantically, unable to take his eyes off you. “Yes,” he moaned, his hand stroking his length in sync with your movements on top of Rafe.

Your smirk grew as you leaned forward slightly, riding Rafe harder, causing both of you to moan louder. “Do you want to feel this tight pussy wrap around your dick?” you asked, breathless as the pleasure surged through you.

Pope’s breathing became ragged as he bit his lip, nodding desperately. “Yes, I need it,” he groaned again, his eyes practically begging you.

“Keep playing with yourself for me, but don’t cum,” you instructed, your voice firm despite the heat coursing through your body. "If you cum now, you don’t get to fuck me."

Pope nodded, his hand working his cock even faster as he tried to hold back. You shifted your attention back to Rafe, who was thrusting up into you with increasing urgency, his face flushed and his breaths ragged.

“You feel so good baby,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him, your lips barely brushing against his. “So tight and wet,” he moaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fought to keep control. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.”

Hearing that, you smirked and suddenly lifted yourself off him right as you came, leaving Rafe teetering on the edge. He let out a guttural moan as he spilled over, his cum splattering across your chest, coating your perky tits in the warm release.

You bit your lip, looking down at the mess you made of him, feeling the power shift entirely in your favor.

You were still catching your breath from Rafe’s release when you noticed Pope watching you with raw hunger in his eyes, his need obvious and desperate. You could tell he was barely holding on, trembling from restraint. You leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs for him, “Come on, Pope, fuck me.”

Pope’s gaze flickered briefly to Rafe, unsure if he should knowing the dangerous and possessive man who could make his life a living hell. But Rafe, reclining with a possessive smirk, growled, “Go ahead. Fuck her. It’s the last time you’ll ever get to do that.”

That was all the encouragement Pope needed. In an instant, he was on you, dragging his cock along your slick folds before thrusting inside, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He gripped your thighs, moaning as he sank deep, moving in rhythm with your every gasp. You felt every inch of him stretching you, filling you completely, and your moans blended with his.

But just when it felt too good to handle, you stopped him, breathless. “Rafe, come fill me up, too.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a wicked smile, watching Pope reluctantly pull out before positioning himself beneath you. You laid back on Rafe’s chest, feeling his cock nudging against your ass. He didn’t waste time, slowly slipping inside, the stretch almost unbearable as he filled you in a way only he could. You arched your back, crying out as he pushed further, groaning in pleasure.

Pope, desperate for more, lined himself up again and plunged back into your pussy. The feeling of being stretched by both of them at once sent shockwaves through your entire body. You nearly sobbed from how full you felt, the sensations overwhelming as their cocks moved in perfect sync, rocking your body with each thrust.

Rafe slowed his movements, easing his cock deeper into your ass while Pope sped up, his hands gripping your hips tight. “You like how her pussy feels, huh?” Rafe teased, glancing at Pope.

Pope, lost in the sensation, could only nod, barely able to form words. Rafe chuckled darkly, thrusting harder. “Well, treasure it, because it’s the last time you’re ever going to be inside my pussy.”

Your hand reached up, covering Rafe’s mouth as you turned to Pope, your voice dripping with lust. “God, you’re so big, you’re fucking me so good. Go faster, I’m gonna cum on that dick.”

Pope’s pace became relentless, and Rafe matched his rhythm, both of them pushing you to the edge. The pressure was almost too much, your body trembling violently, feeling like you might pass out from the intensity. And then it hit, waves of ecstasy crashed over you as you screamed, squirting all over both of them, your body shaking uncontrollably.

Pope couldn’t hold back any longer, pulling out just in time to cum all over your stomach. Rafe followed shortly after, spilling deep inside you, filling your ass as his own moans filled the room. All three of you were panting and completely overwhelmed by what had just happened.

You collapsed on the bed between them, completely fucked out, your body humming with satisfaction. “You both did so good,” you murmured, your voice hoarse. Rafe kissed your neck, whispering, “You took our cocks so well.”

Pope smirked, his breathing still heavy, and you smiled back at him, the tension in the air slowly fading. “The night is still young,” you teased, your voice light but exhausted.

They cleaned you up, tenderly helping you back into your corset and fixing your bunny ears. After cleaning themselves and slipping back into their clothes, the three of you headed back downstairs, with you leading the way and holding on to their hands as they trailed behind. The moment you stepped back into the party, all eyes were on you, the crowd erupting into cheers and knowing glances.

You smiled knowingly, basking in the attention, enjoying every bit of it as the night continued on and you were once again in the middle of the two men.

[fatherbrat]

cw. prequel to this. college au hockey player!sukuna. fatherbrat’s 2nd hugh hefner costume mention. reader is drunk. crack-esque. sfw, 1.3k words.

the first time you meet sukuna is at a halloween party. 

(it’s technically your halloween party. it isn’t your house or anything, but the boys that live there are happy to let you host as long as it means a house full of girls and none of the responsibility of setting up. you're happy to fulfill their requests, since it means you can have things go your way and then dip at the end of the night, leaving the post-party cleaning up to them.)

needless to say, you and sukuna do not make good first impressions. you would blame the alcohol, but honestly, it wouldn’t have gone any different if you were sober. 

he arrives at the party in a group. you recognize one of them—the tall, smiley one with impossibly white hair who sits behind you in biochem. he’s dressed up like a character from an snl skit, clad in an ill-fitting suit and round sunglasses with a present box glued to his pelvis.

you don’t recognize the one who comes in behind him, but he’s sexy and tanned and has a mustache. he’s also wearing the same costume as the white-haired one. gojo, you remember. isn’t he on the hockey team?

you immediately pull out your phone, searching up the school’s official instagram page for the hockey team. there they are, front and center in the most recent post. the third guy with them—the one with black hair and the scar that runs through his lip—is in the picture too. he’s wearing a batman costume now, half-assed but recognizable enough. at least he has on the mask. 

you squint at the last man in the group and frown. your gaze drops back down to your phone. 

in the second row of photos is a carousel full of pictures of this pink-haired brute. sukuna, the apparent team captain. his personal account is tagged, but it seems too professional to you, public and polished to perfection for recruiters. 

anyways. he’s here. at your halloween party. wearing an outfit you deem completely unacceptable. 

you down the rest of your (sixth) drink and toss the empty can onto the kitchen counter before making your way towards the group of men, wobbly as ever.

gojo is the first one to notice you. “hey,” he beams, “cool party.” he puts his arm around the guy with the mustache—shiu—and wiggles his eyebrows. “you like our costumes?”

you ignore him, something you wouldn’t do sober, but you’re on a mission. 

you point at sukuna, jabbing your nail into his chest. “where the fuck is your costume?”

sukuna glances down at your finger, then your costume, then your face. “you don’t see the jersey? i’m a fuckin’ hockey player.”

you pull back your hand, disgusted. “first of all, drop the attitude, mister. second of all, that’s not a costume. you’re on the hockey team.”

someone snickers. the one dressed as batman, you think, but you don’t turn around to check. sukuna’s face morphs through a few different emotions—amusement, annoyance, astonishment. he eventually settles on agitation, pissed that he hasn’t even gotten the chance to get some liquor in his system before dealing with bullshit like this.

“you wanna talk about costumes? you’re wearing underwear and a robe,” he says, gesturing towards you with a dismissive wave. 

you gasp and plant your hands on your hips. “this isn’t just underwear, idiot. it’s lingerie. i’m wearing a garter belt, for fuck’s sake. and thigh highs! plus you forgot about my hat?”

you use your entire arm to point at gojo. “who am i dressed as, dick-in-a-box boy?”

his face is flushed from laugher. “sexy hugh hefner. obviously.”

you throw your arm up in the air and let it fall against your thigh with a smack, not noticing the murderous glare sukuna sends towards gojo. someone somewhere turns down the music a bit.

“see!” you exclaim, addressing sukuna once again. “this is clearly a Sexy Costume™. and you know what else makes it a costume? i would never just leave my house like this on a typical day. it’s not a regular outfit in the slightest.” you speak slowly, wanting to make sure he understands every word. 

“you wanna know what makes this Not a costume?” you continue, still talking slow as you wag your finger up and down sukuna’s body. “it’s a regular-degular outfit. literally anyone can put on that campus store-bought jersey and wear it with those jeans on a normal day.”

sukuna starts to speak, but you cut him off. “didn't you see the sign out front? ‘no costume, no entry.’”

his jaw ticks. his right eye twitches. “yeah, i saw the fucking sign. i don’t-”

“oh, great,” you interrupt. “so you don’t know what a costume is and you can’t read. perfect. that hockey scholarship must be doing a lot of heavy lifting, huh?”

even in your inebriated state, you immediately know that was the wrong thing to say. the little crowd that gathered to watch your back-and-forth takes a collective inhale. sukuna looks downright irate, fists clenched at his sides as a storminess settles over his face. 

gojo lets out a long and low whistle, the kind that cartoon bombs make right before they hit the ground and explode. he pats your shoulder twice before abandoning you altogether. the rest of the crowd follows, leaving you to contend with this bear you repeatedly poked.

the music returns to its original volume, but it sounds like the speaker has been moved. away from you and closer to the living room.

maybe it’s the alcohol in your system, but you swear you can see literal steam coming out of sukuna’s ears. you sway on your feet a bit, waiting for him to say something. a thought occurs to you as you watch him pinch the bridge of his nose and breathe deeply, but you keep it to yourself, screwing up your lips in a physical attempt to keep from digging your grave further.

sukuna didn’t even want to come to this party in the first place. he actually mentioned the sign out front to the guys before they came in, trying to use it as an excuse for him to go home. his plan was to make an appearance, drink a beer, and then escape after thirty minutes. but here you are, this drunk stranger yelling at him for being dressed like a normal fucking person. the urge to stay strikes him. he wants to linger just to piss you off. 

“are you done?” he asks you.

you cross your arms. “are you leaving?”

“no.”

“then no.”

just as you’re about to dig into him again, sukuna’s thinning patience snaps.

“stop being a fucking bitch about this, alright? just relax. you’re acting fucking crazy.”

your jaw unhinges itself and you stand there, gawking. sukuna seems about ready to walk away, cracking his knuckles and looking somewhere behind you. your eyes land on his cheek, reddened and ready for a smack. you draw your arm back, wanting to make sure you gave him a slap that stings—and he catches it mid-air.

“are you serious?” he scoffs. you glance at your hand, his fingers around your wrist, the scowl etched into his face.

he glowers at you, not letting go when you try to shake your arm free. so you do the next logical thing.

you spit on him.

a glob of your saliva lands just below his eye. you smirk, satisfied. he drops your arm and curses, lifting the bottom of his jersey to wipe his face. then you make your first smart decision of the night and turn around, running back to where the rest of the party is to hide amongst the bodies.

he yells after you, but it’s drowned out by your giggles and the sound of chatter as you get nearer, bumping into countertops and side tables on the way.

someone pats your back and puts a drink in your hand. you pray you never have to see the captain of the hockey team again. 

tags. @nonamevenus @lavenderdaydream97 @rinofcike @gdamnackerman

[h-the-jewel-thief]

[oneforthemunny]

funny bunny |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a halloween couples costume that's inspired by yours and eddie's relationship, and his special nickname for you.

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple big creds for the older!eddie pic used in the header!!!!

contains: age gap relationship. eddie is 43, reader is 26. everything is consensual. language, drinking, filthy filth ahead MINORS DNI 18+, oral fem receiving v and a, ass play, plugs, fingering v and a, praise kink, p in v sex, creampie. role-play-ish. not really rough mainly just kinky freaky but some aftercare after.

"You look so good!"

You squealed from your place at your vanity, pulling the hot rollers out of your hair.

Eddie pouted slightly, brows creased in a deep furrow on his forehead. Looking down at the Burgundy, velvet robe with black trim, he let out a small huff. "I look ridiculous." He muttered.

"No, you don't." You giggled, running your hands over the silk trim, fixing the collar. "This looks so good. I can't believe how close it looks to the real thing." You grinned, eyes gleaming when you looked up at him. "You look just like Hefner."

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head slowly so his curls bobbed, inked hand rubbing across his beard. "I think that might be more insulting than you mean it to be, bunny." He grumbled, plopping on the edge of the bed. "I'm not that old."

You laughed, sitting in his lap, arms around his neck with a wide smile. Eddie couldn't help but smile back. How could he not? With how your warmth just radiated out of you and into him. Infectious happiness.

"I meant the robe." You reassured, running a hand down his chest. "We're going to look so good tonight. Steve and Nancy aren't gonna know what hit them!" You squealed, smacking your lips to his cheek in a quick, loud kiss before scampering back over to the vanity.

Eddie groaned. It had taken you weeks of convincing for him to agree to this costume. Hugh Hefner and a Playboy Bunny; a classic- well, maybe more for frat boys, but when the idea came to you, you just had to do it. A light jest to the clear age difference in your relationship, a way to poke fun at the obvious, but also a nod towards your beloved nickname Eddie had given you: bunny.

A sweet, innocent little nickname, that had been given to you at a completely un-innocent moment, and it had stuck. You were Eddie's little bunny, his golden girl. His.

"Will you promise you won't post any pictures tonight?" Eddie asked for the tenth time that night. "I don't need Brielle seeing that shit or- fuck- or Gina. She'll probably take me back to court."

You nodded. "Eddie, I promise, baby, I won't post anything. I don't need to get fired over a Halloween costume. You know how those parents are." You teased, looking at him through the mirror. "And I highly doubt you'll be deemed an unfit parent for a Hefner costume."

Eddie nodded, looking down at his watch. "You almost ready? We're supposed to be there at seven."

You sprayed the final spritz of hairspray around yourself, smoothing and setting your styled hair. "I just gotta get dressed." You grinned, slipping towards the bathroom, throwing him a playful wink. "I'll be right back, Mr. Hefner." You dropped your voice to a sultry, low voice, batting your eyes before shutting the door.

Keeping your costume a secret for as long as you did was the hardest part. Eddie had agreed, eventually, but only with some persuasion, bribery. He had been dying to see your costume since you first announced it had come in. While his costume was nice, very close to the replica robe that the Playboy founder always wore with a matching pipe, it was nothing compared to yours.

Black nylon tights that were just sheer enough. Black pumps that Eddie loved on you anyways, he loved how they made your legs look- long and endless, his hands always trailing up your calf, squeezing your ankle. The corset, body suit was risqué. High cut and covering just enough of your ass that it could pass as barely not lingerie. Strapless and low in the front, tight enough to hold your breasts up in just the right way. You'd ordered white cuffs and a bowtie cuff choker to really complete the look, the authentic Playboy Bunny look.

Then of course, what kind of bunny would you be without ears and a tail? Black, silk ears that stood tall and slightly crooked on the headband, adjusted so it bent just barely. The tail, a black, faux-fur attachment you pinned just on your tailbone.

Your heart thumped rapidly in your chest, smoothing your clammy hands over your bodice. You had been so excited to show Eddie just moments ago, but now... you wondered if it was too much. If he'd like it. If he'd yell at you, accuse you of wanting unwarranted attention that wasn't his, demand for you to change, tell you that you're embarrassing him like your boyfriends in the past did. 

"You need any help in there?" Eddie's voice called from outside the door, making you jump slightly, ears falling forward gently.

"No! Just finishing up." You grabbed the hair pin, securing the ears back into place.

You checked your reflection one last time. Hands smoothing down the corset, turning in the mirror to make sure your attached tail was in the right place. Your heels clicked across the tile floors of the bathroom.

"Close your eyes." You called, barely cracking the door before you walked out. Eddie chuckled lightly and you could hear the bed creak, shifting his weight on the mattress. "Are they closed?" You asked, squinting out the small sliver through the door.

"They're closed, baby." Eddie reassured, his voice low and gravely. It made your stomach flip. "C'mon, show me Playmate."

Pulling the door open slowly, the hinges creaking ever so lightly, you stepped on to the shag carpet, steps muted by the material. You walked slowly, hands twisting and wringing in front of you before stopping in front of Eddie. You knew by the way his smile grew, dimples deep in his scruff and lines by his eyes crinkling, that he could feel your presence.

"Ok, open them." You smiled, placing your hands on your hips playfully.

Eddie's eyes opened, brows raising in amusement. "Oh-oh-oh, bunny." He laughed, moving closer, his hands reaching out for yours. You blushed under his gaze, how he roamed over your legs, tongue poking his cheek in a sideways smirk. Eddie looked at the cuffs, took extra time looking at your bodice and collar, calloused hands gliding over you.

"You've outdone yourself." Eddie smirked, looking up at you from his place on the edge of the bed. "Definitely getting the front page."

"You didn't even see my tail." You grinned, spinning and shaking your hips towards him, the attached tail bouncing with the movement.

Eddie groaned, low and deep, but playful. "Jesus, baby bunny, you're killing me. You know that?" He smacked your ass playfully, right beneath the tail, making you squeal. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it to the party with you looking like this."

"We have to go, Eddie." You pouted. "Or else no one will see our costumes, and I worked so hard on them." 

Eddie rolled his eyes, but stood, his hands still not leaving your waist. "I'd be alright with that." He laughed. "You could get me out of this robe and show me why you're called bunny, hm? Ride me all night, how's that sound?" Eddie nipped, tongue tickling the shell of your ear making you squeal and squirm against his hot breath.

You let out a nasally laugh when he squeezed your waist, hands gliding over your hips and tummy on the corset. He kissed right above your collar on your neck. "Eddie," You whined, thighs clamping. "Stop, we've got to go."

Eddie sighed, gently but not angry. He looked at your with soft brown eyes that had you melting. "I promise, when we get back I'll put on my real costume for you." You bit your lips, eyes meeting his, playful and alluring.

Eddie's brow quipped. "This isn't your costume?" He asked, hands trailing down your waist.

You shook your head, ears bouncing. "It's one of them, but I have a special costume just for you, Mr. Hefner." You purred, leaning forward so your lips barely brushed his. Eddie growled, tattooed fingers gripping your hips, digging into the nylons.

"But," You pushed back on his chest lightly. "We have to do this first." You lifted a finger towards him. Eddie groaned, head falling back. "Put your hat on Hef, we're late." You grinned, tossing him the captain's hat and slipping on your coat.

***

"Woah-ho-ho," Steve Harrington cackled, leaning in the doorway of his Hawkins McMansion. His amber eyes were wide, amused. "No fuckin' way. Hef and a Bunny?" He laughed, clapping his hands together.

You grinned proudly, arm lacing with Eddie's as you adjusted his hat, straightening it on top of his curls. "His favorite Playmate." You winked, giggling when Eddie's hand squeezed your ass.

"That's a fuckin' classic, holy shit." Steve laughed, shutting the door as the two of you walked in. "Nance, look at this!" He called into the living room where the party rage- well, as raging as a middle aged Halloween party could be. King Steve still did his best, even without the keg, you'd give him that.

Nancy gasped, Robin trailing behind her. "Oh my God, this is fuckin' amazing!" Robin laughed.

"How did you even think of this?" Nancy laughed, looking at the two of you, touching your cuffs on your arms.

You shrugged, biting back a smile when your eyes met Eddie's. "I dunno, just seemed kind of fitting." You laughed. "Brielle and I were actually watching House Bunny and it hie me, honestly."

Nancy laughed, shaking her curls that were piled high and teased. "That's genius, honestly. Way better than the Top Gun idea." Nancy rolled her eyes, glaring lightly at Steve, or Maverick, as he was supposed to be.

Nancy and Robin pulled you into the living room, offering to get you a drink while you chatted. Steve smirked, clapping Eddie playfully on the back. "Munson," He laughed, shaking his head.

Eddie grinned, shrugging as he watched you walk away, little fur tail bobbing with every swing of your ass. Steve snorted. "Hey, you think you can talk to your girl? See if she could convince Nancy to wear something like that for next year?" Eddie laughed, rolling his eyes, following you into the living room.

***

You were tipsy, but not drunk. You'd controlled yourself, despite the flowing drinks that Nancy kept offering you. You had a promise to keep.

You sat on the bench in Eddie's truck, hands in his, thighs touching, sharing small kisses at red lights. His hand cupped your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on the nylon.

Every passing red light, his grip got tighter on the wheel as they inched closer and closer back to home. If your current costume was any indicator of what was to come, Eddie couldn't wait. He pressed the gas further, fake pipe lying next to his cigarettes in the cup holder, captain's hat resting on the dash.

Eddie threw the gear into park, the truck stopping with a jostle that had you giggling, his hands rough and pressed against your cheeks, pulling you into a harsh kiss. You could taste the beer he'd drank on his tongue, roaming in your mouth, hands moving down your jaw to your collar.

You giggled when Eddie pulled you inside, pinning you up against the door, hands in a tight grip on your waist, his lips on your jaw, kissing just below your ear.

"Wait, wait, wait!" You squealed, eyes rolling back when he sucked on your neck. "Wait! I have to change, Eddie. I have another costume." You giggled, pulling back, your head resting against the cool wood of the door.

Eddie's shoulders fell slightly. "Bunny, this costume is more than enough." He pouted. "I've been ready to fuck you all night."

You rolled your eyes, stepping out of his grasp. "Just wait right here." You scampered down the hall towards his room. "I promise it'll be worth the wait."

And, oh, was it.

Eddie waited for twenty agonizing minutes, hearing thumps and movement from behind the closed door of his bedroom. His leg bounced, hands pressed together. He'd ditched his clothes, well, except for the robe. It was comfy, and if you were going to stay dressed up, he figured he would too.

You beckoned Eddie in, squirming with excitement, kneeling on the edge of the bed. Eddie laughed when he walked in, eyes lit up and excited. "Shit..." Eddie's eyes roamed over your frame, your sheepish smile.

You knelt, waiting in what Eddie thought was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Black lace lingerie that left you exposed, completely see through and vulnerable. He could see your pebbled nipples through the cups, your exposed slit through the cut middle between your legs. The back was low on your spine, but high cup on the side, resting just above your hips. The best part- the slit went all the way up to your tail bone, leaving you completely exposed.

You finished off the look with two accessories just for him. A pair of matching lace ears, flimsier than the ones of the other costume, but complete with a small veil that covered your eyes, hitting the bridge of your nose. You'd tied your hair up, securing the ribbon underneath the ponytail.

Eddie's eyes traveled down next to you, where you giggled in excitement. Laying on the towel beside you, his real treat. A little tube of lee from his bedside drawer, and a fluffy, black tail attached to a plug- your bunny tail to complete the look.

You knew better than to put it in yourself and deprive him of his favorite part.

Eddie's tongue trailed over his bottom lip, picking up the shiny plug, rolling the cool metal around his fingers. You grinned, excitedly. "What do you think, Mr. Hefner?" You teased, cocking your head to the side. "Think I'll make Playmate of the month? Cover?"

Eddie laughed, deep and dark. "Oh, bunny," He brought the fur part to your now exposed neck, ticking over your collarbones so you shivered. "I think you're close, but you gotta show me you really want it." His eyes darkened, making you blush under his gaze.

"You ready to show me?" Eddie asked. Your head bobbed eagerly, obediently.

Eddie smirked. "That's my girl. Roll over for me, baby. All fours. Stick that pretty little ass up for me."

You shifted quickly, arching deep and low, pressing your hips up and your shoulders flat against the mattress. You could hear Eddie behind you, rummaging through his drawer.

"Gotta find my fuckin' camera, holy shit." Eddie muttered, pushing his socks and belts around in the drawer. "Gotta capture this, bunny. Can't believe you did this for me. All for me, huh?"

Your thighs clenched together, throbbing at the praise. Eyes pinched and you were sure he could see your slick already spreading, the cool air making goosebumps trail down your shoulders and spine.

Eddie pressed the film in, the whirl of the Polaroid starting up. He moved to the front, kneeling on the bed, camera pointed at you. "Look at me, bunny." You lifted your eyes, rounded and awaiting for him. The flash of the camera blinded you for a moment, making you blink under the lace mask over your eyes.

Eddie chuckled to himself, shaking the photo a few times before setting the camera back on his nightstand. "'M keepin' that for fuckin' ever." He groaned, hands trailing over your thighs and hips. "Gettin' that shit tattooed on me right now."

You giggled, arching into his touch on your ass. His hand trailed down your thighs and towards your aching center, gasping when he slid his pointer finger through your slick folds. Eddie hummed, pressing his face forward, licking a long stripe from your clit to your ass, collecting every drop of you and his tongue prodding your tightest hole.

You gasped, low and growling, clenching around nothing, head tilting back. You fisted the sheets, pushing your hips back even further when his touch returned to your aching clit, circling it with just the right pressure and speed that had your head spinning.

Eddie toyed with you, kneeling down with a groan, knees cracking so he was eye level with your sopping cunt. He pushed his fingers in, two pumping slowly. His other hand pulled your ass apart, tongue lapping and sucking at your clit.

You whined, legs trembling and clenching as he sucked and curled at just the right pace. He always had you coming undone so easily when he wanted, like he knew exactly what to do to make you wild. He did, clearly, playing your body perfectly like it was his guitar.

Your high pitched whiny cries floated towards the ceiling, head tilted back so far you were sure you'd just bend in half. Eddie's free hand caught your release on his fingers, spreading them over your ass hole, circling it gently before barely pushing the tip of his finger in.

You two had plenty of experience with ass play since the first drunken night, a favorable past time for the tow of you. Eddie had bought you toys, trained you up until you could finally take his cock. You loved how good he was at it, too good. You weren't exactly sure how someone could be so good at everything, and when you told Eddie that he laughed, telling you, "been around the sun a few more times than you, baby, I've got some more experience than others."

Your eyes pinched, falling face first into the duvet. The lace of the mask over your eyes rubbed against your lids and forehead when you pressed yourself against the bed, writhing and crying out when he pushed you over the edge again. The sensation of his fingers and tongue on both your holes mixed with your previous orgasm had you cumming quick, gushing around him.

Eddie grinned, standing with a low huff. Your knees were falling underneath you, leaving you spread, nearly rubbing against the duvet. "You ready for your tail, lil bunny?" Eddie asked, popping the top to the tube open. The plug looked small enough he could probably have you stretched out with just two fingers to the knuckle and the lube.

You sighed, whining slightly as you shifted, wiggling your still shaky legs back up into position, Eddie's hand on your waist guiding you back up gently. He ran a hand down back gently, pressing a kiss to space of your spine where the lace of the lingerie and exposed skin met.

Eddie squirted the cold lube making you clench. He cooed softly, trailing kisses down the dip of your spine over your hips, finger circling your tight hole. "You gotta relax, remember?" Eddie cooed when you clenched, pressing a kiss to your hips, his scruff tickling the delicate skin. "You need me to loosen you up a little more?"

You shook your head, dazed and hazy, pushing up on your forearms gently, looking back at him. "'M ready, I promise. 'M ok." You muttered, giving him a small smile.

Eddie returned it, leaning forward to kiss you, hard and deep, teeth clashing. "Fuck, bunny, you're too good to me." He muttered, lips still brushing yours, rubbing his nose to yours.

You looked at him, glassy eyed and dazed already even through the veil he could tell that, lowering your back so your ass arched farther, pressing your face to the side of the mattress. You watched him through the vanity mirror, the low lights of the room illuminating his figure.

Eddie pushed his first finger in, slow and gentle, circling you just expertly to get you ready. You moaned, clenching your legs when you throbbed. Eddie grinned watching you grind down, slowly wiggling back for more before he added the second, getting you nice and loose.

Eddie leaned forward, muttering in your ear little praises while he pushed in the plug, his lips against your lace covered temple. Eddie looked back when you shifted, the little puff of fur plugged in you making the cutest little tail.

"Look at you," Eddie cooed, laughing to himself, he kissed you deeply, wiping his hand on the towel you laid out. "God, baby, stay right there, ok? Arched just like that."

Eddie grabbed his camera, the flash going off rapidly. Eddie was making sure his spank bank would be full for a long time, drooling over you. He tossed his camera carefully, before climbing on top of you.

You twisted, his lips crashing and needy into you, grinding yourself down on his bare, inked leg when he wedged it between you, hands moving down to his boxers. You could feel his cock straining against his black briefs, hard and begging to be released to you.

Eddie moaned onto your mouth when you squeezed him through his underwear, your tiny hands expertly rolling and working him through the fabric. You could feel his pre-cum seeping through the material, leaving a wet patch.

Eddie's hands moved up to your tits, palming them through the material, squeezing and rolling your nipples. You whined, grinding down further on his leg. "Fuck, bunny, I gotta get this off you." Eddie muttered, pushing the straps down to your waist, leaving your top part exposed.

He kissed, sucked, bit all the way down, leaving trails of little bruises and red marks onto your skin. Your neck, collarbones, chest, breasts, tummy. He wanted to kiss every inch of you after you'd done all of this for him.

You whined when he turned you over, hovering so you were on your back, the tail of the plug shifting and moving with the duvet. Eddie pulled you carefully by your waist, brows furrowed slightly. "Here, let me help you out of this alright? I'll be careful."

And he was. So caring and gentle, pulling the straps of the lace down your body, until it was a puddle on the ground. You told him he didn't have to be so careful, but your heart was swelling at the gesture, how sweet he always was to you.

You went to move the ears off, but Eddie stopped you, running a hand down the nape of your neck. "Leave that on, please." He asked, eyes dark and lust blown. You just nodded, mouth salivating when he pulled his boxers down, throwing them next to your lingerie.

He pumped himself, pushing himself to the headboard, leaning lazily against it, lip tucked beneath his teeth. You blushed, squirming under his hungry gaze, slick and throbbing, nails digging into your palms as you shifted from foot to foot.

Eddie grinned. "You gonna show me why you're my bunny, aren't ya?" He asked, cocking a brow. You nodded. Eddie moved his hands, cock freeing from his grasp and lying against his tummy.

You grinned when you climbed on top of him, straddling him gently. "You wanna see my tail while I ride you?" You asked, loving the way his Adam's apple bobbed when you did.

"Fuck, please," Eddie groaned watching you shift, moving so you wiggled your ass in his face, squealing when he cracked a hand down on your cheeks.

"You better ride me good, lil bunny." Eddie warned, gripping your hips. "You want the front page, you better show me how badly you want it."

You giggled, looking over your shoulder, pumping his cock in your hands. "I will, Hef, I promise." You sunk onto him slowly, squeezing his dick the whole way down.

Eddie groaned loudly, grip on your hips tightening when you ground against the hair on his base. "Fuck, fuck, just like that." Eddie groaned when you started circling slowly. You always started slowly like this, working him up before you really rode him.

Then you lifted slowly as you bent forward, gripping Eddie's knees lightly when you lifted off of him, bringing your hips up and down over and over again.

"Fuck bunny, just like that, bounce on my cock, baby. You're just so good aren't you?" Eddie sucked in a breath, hands pulling your cheeks apart so he could get deeper.

The scene in front of him was too much, he was ready to bust already. Your little plug, bouncing and moving, tickling his pelvis with extra deep strokes. Your creamy spend smearing over his cock already, excess from the lube mixing with your slick pussy making the room fill with the squelching sounds. 

You could feel his hips meeting yours, squeezing your ass, stroking your tail and moving it so you'd moan deep. You dipped lower, nearly lying between his legs, crouching so you lifted quickly and deeply.

"Fuck, look at you go." Eddie laughed in between a low growl. "You are my little bunny. My perfect little bunny. You just love bouncin' all over my cock, don't you? You'd bounce for hours for me, wouldn't you?"

You whined, his words making you clamp and gush, his cock brushing the sensitive spot deep inside you with the position. "Yes." You cried out. "'M your bunny."

Eddie grit his teeth, coil in his belly getting tighter and tighter with every pump of you around him. "Fuck, bunny, wait," He huffed, chest heaving. "Turn around f'me, ok? Let me see your pretty face."

You stuttered in movements, pushing up with shaky arms, squeezing with him still inside you. You pulled off just for a moment, adjusting yourself carefully so your legs were on either side of Eddie's hips. You lined him back up inside you, sinking down much faster than you did last time.

Your nails dug into Eddie's inked chest, clawing into him when he gripped your ass, hips thrusting up to meet yours. Your mask and ears were starting to slip, you were sweaty on your hairline under the band of the material, but you didn't care. Your hips lifted, slamming back down on him, pressing into his chest with a cry.

You kept your pace, fast and quick, Eddie's hips meeting yours. "Y'a little jack rabbit for me, huh? Bounce and bounce and bounce, look at you." Eddie cooed nearly mocking through grit teeth.

You whimpered, eyes pinching together. You were so close, the coil in your belly growing and growing. "My little bunny just loves to bounce all over my cock, doesn't she? Just my cock, right?" Eddie growled. You nodded, whimpering. Your thighs burned, but the burning in your belly was worse, hungrier. You slammed faster, desperate to chase that high that you were so close to.

Eddie was close, teetering on the edge, but he wanted you to finish first, you always finished first with him. "Look at me." Eddie grit, hand finding your jaw, holding it lightly. He moved the veil up when your eyes met his, seeing your rounded, desperate eyes, glazed over and nearly teary.

"Y'gonna cum? Cum all over my cock? Yeah? Go ahead, you earned it, bunny." Eddie grunted, lifting his own hips to meet yours, punishing pace meeting yours.

You cried when his calloused thumb circled your clit, nearly falling on top of him with how your legs shook. Eddie held your hips, fucking up into you. He didn't mind the burn forming in his lower back, especially not when he emptied himself in you, warm, thick ropes spurting deep inside of you.

Your chest heaved together, his breath, your exhale, sharp and desperate. It was like you were sharing breaths with each other, and maybe you were. Sticky, sweaty skin, hot and molted together. You slid further into his lap, the top of his thighs, Eddie's hands moving to cradle you instinctively.

Your ears were around your neck, still tied but fallen to hang off your shoulder. Your plug was sticky with his cum when he pulled out, wetting the bottom of the faux fur. Your face was on his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your ear, his rough hands on your back.

Neither of you spoke for a while. Small shallowed breaths, deep sighs, little groans. You looked up at Eddie, feeling his gaze on the top of your head. His hands untied your ears, unraveling the ribbon so it fell beside you. He grinned down at you.

You blinked up at him, swirling with emotions and warmth. "Did I make the cover, Mr. Hefner?" You grinned.

Eddie snorted a laugh, stretching to grab the developed polaroids on the bed side table. "You sure did, bunny." Eddie smirked, showing a rather vulgar photo of you, arched with the plug in your ass, pussy shining from the flash, and ears high over your ass. "This right here? This one's the cover."

You laughed, pushing up on his chest, moving so you hovered over him. He looked at you, gooey and lovestruck, pushing a hair behind your ear. "Thanks f'dressing up with me." You smiled.

Eddie gawked lightly. "I think I should be thanking you." He chuckled. "Thank you for dressing up for me." You giggled, his lips capturing yours sweetly.

Eddie pulled back, nose to nose with you. You could see his wrinkles, the grey hairs in his temple and in his eyebrows. His skin showing signs of age, freckles from time in the sun. His beard was scruffy, a little longer than usual but trimmed. You ran your hand down it, trailing your thumb over his bottom lip.

"You're my best bunny, you know that?" Eddie whispered.

You pulled back, raising a brow. "Best? I better be your only bunny, Mr. Munson." You looked at him carefully.

Eddie smirked. "So I'm not Mr. Hefner anymore?" He asked playfully. You shook your head. "Good. That motherfucker wasn't nearly as lucky as I am."

You howled in laughter, blushing and rolling your eyes at the cheesy line. Eddie helped remove your plug, cleaning you up gently in the bathroom, soft kisses and little giggles echoed through the space. You pushed the top sheet off, hoisting it to the laundry room to deal with tomorrow, Eddie bringing in two spare blankets from the linen closet.

He smelled like the cigarette he'd been smoking outside, the comforting scent lulling you to sleep, while Eddie snored beside you, arms wrapped around your waist, heavy like weights on you but comforting.

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

happy halloweekend! heard you're goin' to a frat party, sweet thing. whose got your eyes?

or… stereotypical slutty boy costumes & which one of your favs is wearing it!

ktober m.list

tags: fem reader, penetrative sex, alcohol, mentions of frats, lap dancing

JAIL INMATE

easy, lazy boy costume but sure enough to get bitches.

he might throw some fake blood dripping down his lip, drawn-on stitches, and a teardrop under his eye with the help of a makeup crayon from the halloween store he got with his friends. and if he’s feeling really slutty, he either bought some tattoo kisses to stick on his collarbone or asked you to use some red lipstick, pointing to the spots he wants you to kiss that leave dramatic color.

he’s unzipping it partially, with no white tank top underneath like some other guys who are wearing the same costume, wanting to show as much skin as possible, without showing too much. convinces you to be a cop, easy excuse to buy handcuffs; for you or him? he doesn't care, as long as they get used by the end of the night.

too many shots, sweaty kisses, and enough grinding that your boy has a full hard-on and he's throwing you on the bed of an empty room. taking the cuffs out of your pocket with a nasty smirk as he crawls towards you.

"i've been a real bad boy, officer."

SUNA, JASON, yuuji, AKI, iwaizumi, OSAMU, MATTSUN, semi, kenma, SAKUSA, geto, INUMAKI, AKAASHI, choso, MEGUMI

PLAYBOY BUNNY

it was you who wanted to be a playboy bunny, the perfect slutty outfit that shows enough skin to still be cute. but once he heard the idea come from you, he was quick to ask you to be hugh hefner, thinking that him dressing up as a bunny would be even funnier.

and of course, once his frat brothers heard the news of that, his buddies joined in, all dressing in skin-tight black latex with bunny ears sticking from their heads. all on either side of you in the silk red robe and sailor hat. he thinks the dynamic change is hot. the way his tall figure looms over you despite the submissive costume he wears.

and, as if to match the piece he sports, he's sure as hell fucking you like a rabbit in heat after he's had his fun. thrusts quick enough to put you in a drunken daze, like the alcohol wasn't enough. pace quick, bruising, and tiring yet the bunny ears remain on his head through it all.

GOJO, dick, HINATA, choso, atsumu, OIKAWA, makki, goshiki, roy

MAGIC MIKE

c'mon, you think he's got chiseled abs for no reason? well, he sure gave a reason for them tonight.

the sluttiest costume you've ever seen, and it's all things he found in his closet--the only thing that was purchased was the oil he rubbed across the ripples of his abdomen; accentuating the muscle that he sure as hell worked for.

topped off with a tie around his neck and low-waisted jeans, he's quick to spot the prettiest girl in the same room as him. quick to place claim on you with hands on your waist and kisses on your neck. he's shameless, and it's almost embarrassing when he and his two other frat brothers are sitting you on a foldable chair in the middle of the living room. giving you a lap dance that consists of grinding against you and pulling your hand to rub down his chest.

roles change when you're in the bedroom, though. he likes the way you hold onto the tie, riding him dumb and pulling him forward by the piece of cloth when his eyes roll to the back of his head.

DICK, ATSUMU, toji, SUKUNA, nanami (forced), oikawa, GOJO, ROY

THE JOKER

oh, this guy's crazy. crazy for you, that is.

what'll it be, sweet? harley quinn or catwoman? you gotta pick one or the other, and it better be the tiniest pair of shorts if you choose the former or a tight latex suit if it's the latter.

hell, it doesn't matter either way. he's covering you all night with his big hands all over your body, sucking embarrassingly dark hickies into your neck. hickies mixed with red smeared on his lips equal the biggest and nastiest mess of splotches all over your skin. and don't bother reminding him you don't want your professors to see on monday... he doesn't give a damn. in fact, he'll give you even more love bites, reminding those nasty old men you're taken for the count.

it's generous that he lasts an hour in the party space, dragging you upstairs and fucking you enough times that the only word you remember by the end of the night is his name, oh, and his makeup is smeared all between your plush thighs.

TOJI, kageyama, GETO, jason, MATTSUN, CHOSO, bokuto, KUROO, SUKUNA, kita, KUNIMI, TENDOU

🏷️: @nmw-am, @cl-0-vr, @loviie-stuff, @mxqdii, @harleycao, @idyllcy, @aviixol, @nightjarwings, @hearttjason , @roysjason , @blursotongz , @zaxlrza

thank you for this kinktober everyone! i still have my toji fic to finish lol, but i thought this would be a fun surprise! happy halloween pretty babies. also thank you for 800!

[marchsfreakshow]

Hugh Hefner [Colin Zabel]

Smut

Colin was stressed. More than usual. So, you figured you should suprise him with something that should soothe his nerves, at least for a night.

You're welcome for this. I'm literally amazing. :3 yes this came from a cai bot. No it wasn't Colin. No I'm not telling u who.

Warnings: couple mentions of the infamed bunny tail plug lol, oral (m), praise cause he deserves it.

18+! MINORS DNI!

No one's perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Work is stressful. Everyone knows that.

Colin felt it more than ever at the moment.

People never stopped what they were doing, cases piling up, and the general public still outraged at unsolved missing girls and unsolved deaths. It never seemed to stop pressuring everyone in the police station.

You could feel it on Colin's shoulders when he visited you. Just wanted to stay in your arms, in your bed and in silence. It almost broke your heart over and over. He never wanted to talk, never wanted to do anything. Colin ate what you made for him, and immediately let you take him to your bed. Fingers tangling in his hair, softly scratching at his scalp. Heavy sigh after a few breaths, eventually letting himself fall asleep. Everything about it made you feel worse.

You couldn't do anything about the work. Not really. If it was up to you, you would've clicked your fingers and every one was found, and all of Colin's cases would've been solved. But no. Reality didn't work like that. It never would've.

Despite the wish for reality to be a little less awful, you came up with an idea one evening. It was perfectly flawless. The internet truly is an amazing place, isn't it? Bunny suit...latex, black, sleek and one size. Into the cart, it went. It came with ears, white cuffs, and a bowtie. All according to plan. But, out of boredom, you scrolled the site a bit more. Then you saw exactly what you thought would work. A bunny tail. A plug to be exact. In your head you'd figure you'd give Colin a heart attack before getting hard at the sight of you in such an outfit. Welp, into the cart it went and you ordered both items basically immediately after finding the bunny tail.

Thank god for next-day delivery.

You were trying everything on in your room, making sure it all fit. Then you remembered Colin had a key to your place, just in case of emergencies, y'know? You had one to his place too so you didn't feel totally creeped out. You only remembered because footsteps suddenly padded into the living room. "Hey, I'm here for a little bit. That okay?" Colin asked out to the house. You didn't respond at first, completely embarrassed that you didn't have time to even make yourself up.

"Y-yeah that's fine!" You stuttered out. Colin made his way up the stairs nonchalantly, preparing to hug you as soon as he entered the room.

Upon opening the door, however, his eyes immediately wandered your back, focusing on the tail plug currently in you. The squeak of the door made you jump a little, immediately looking over your shoulder. "Holy..."

Sheepishly, you turned around, hands going behind your back. "Suprise?" You chuckled, your face suddenly feeling a lot hotter than it was before. "I um..I wanted to put this on for you...try and.." you trailed off, however, distracted by Colin's surprised, yet aroused gaze. Like his brain shut off as soon as he saw the black latex hugging you.

"Holy shit.." He whispered under his breath, feeling his trousers getting very tight, very quickly. Closing the door behind him, Colin let out a shaky breath, still taking in the sight of you in latex, every single best part of enunciated all for him. Which admittedly was every single part of you on your body. Gauging his reaction as a good one, you took a few steps towards him, suddenly smiling towards him. "You look so beautiful." Hands immediately finding your waist, feeling the latex underneath his fingers. It was basically turning Colin's face into a furnace. Red as a cherry, hot as coals on a fire. Eventually, though, he looked up into your eyes, gazing at your smile.

Taking his hands, you pressed a gentle kiss to Colin's lips. While his brain still apparently had not caught up to him. He couldn't give a coherent reply, and just let you take his hands. The idea of you in a bunny suit was hot enough, but actually wearing it...in front of him...with a tail plug? It was basically over for the detective in front of you. Leading him over to your bed, he sort of sat down awkwardly, looking up at you again. "Don't do anything. Okay? Don't do anything." You commanded softly, getting a silent nod as a response.

You got down on your knees, adjusting the latex suit once you were comfortable between your boyfriend's thighs. "Worked up huh?" You asked, starting to undo Colin's belt. It was obviously rhetorical, you knew how hard he had been working recently and his libido was at an all-time low. Well...until now that is. "Verrryyy worked up..my..let's get you sorted out.." A small chuckle left your lips after you spoke, not bothering to tease with a slow tug on his zipper. You undid the buttons, zipped down the zip, and your fingers immediately went to the waistband of the boxers he was wearing.

Slowly tugging the fabric down, watching his leaky, basically untouched cock free itself from the confines. Throbbing occasionally, pre-cum desperately starting to cover the tip. "Such a pretty boy.." Wrapping your fingers around the base of him, Colin's own hand went to your head, gently petting you. It was a sweet feeling on top of the want to de-stress the detective above you.

After licking your lips, you eventually leaned down a bit more, licking a stripe underneath. Colin's legs immediately got a bit shaky, it had definitely been a while since anything like this had happened. "A-ah..sorry.." he mumbled an apology for his legs immediately starting to get a bit shaky.

"hey...no apologising darling.." You smiled, looking up at him. "it's been a while I know that...and I'll make sure it feels the best for you." Your words let Colin take a deep breath and nod, petting your head a bit more. With another smile, you leant back in, enveloping the tip around your lips. Warm breaths were felt, which only caused a shaky gasp to leave Colin.

That's always good. It only made you smile a bit more, continuing to push more of his dick down your throat. Drool starting to collect as you closed your eyes, eventually letting your lips reach your fingers that were wrapped around the base of him. Shaky, small mutters of pleasure and need left Colin's own lips with every movement. His hand actually ended up grabbing onto the bunny headband you had on, the fluffy ears being gripped onto. That was definitely going to end up on the bed or the floor somewhere in a few minutes.

Letting yourself go faster, the lewd sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat got repetitive. Blinking your eyes open, you glanced up to Colin with glazed-over eyes, only to see his own eyes screwed shut. Still hearing little mutters between his moans. Occasionally, you pulled back to catch your breath, just to go back in without wasting another second. "Ohh...jesus.." He whispered, leaning back a little as the shlick of saliva continued throughout the room.

You continued until you pulled yourself back for a second, swallowing the saliva that was collected in your mouth. Colin's hand gripped your head tighter, immediately pushing you back down, causing you to suddenly deepthroat him out of nowhere. A squeak of surprise left you, eyes wide open for a moment. The squeak sent a small vibration through Colin, making a few mumbling swears leave his own lips. You felt the viscous warmth being shot into your mouth, your cheeks puffing slightly to encompass it all. Slowly pulling yourself away, you managed to swallow what you could, licking your lips of whatever dripped out of the corners of your mouth.

"j-jesus.." Colin breathed out, letting go of your head and gazing down at you as you caught your breath. "..I love you.." He whispered with a small smile, reaching his hand down to your cheek.

With a smile back, you could barely reply without some breaths in between. "I love you more. Feelin' a little better now?" You asked softly, moving to stand up between Colin's legs. His hands wandered around your thighs, squeezing at the skin there, nodding in silent reply to your question. Letting his fingers reach behind for the tail plug, feeling the tactile fluff that stuck out of you. "Ha..yeah I um, I was just getting this, suit, but was bored and searched a bit more. Eventually finding this..plug. Was it worth it?"

Colin's hands wandered up to your waist, gripping it and pulling you up slightly, letting himself fall back onto the bed. Your legs moved to straddle him comfortably and lean down slightly. "Yeah, it was definitely worth it." He chuckled breathlessly, once again feeling the latex that hugged your body. "...Could you wear it a bit more?"

Raising an eyebrow, you smirked slightly and kissed Colin again. "Of course I can." Your lips met his again, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck. It was certainly going to be a long night.

And you were certainly glad Colin had a day off tomorrow.

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[snoopyearss]

“Ride Me Like a Rodeo” satosugu x fem. reader

Frat boys gojo and geto in cowboy costumes mmm

cw: frenemies to lovers, slight dumification, Eiffel Tower, creampies, slight degradation, cunnilingus, pet names (bunny,angel,pretty girl,etc), unestablished love to confessions

I didn’t really proof read I’m sorry for any typos

W.C: 5k

"Come on Y/n, please?" Shoko clasped her hands together, turning doe-eyed as she begged you to come to yet another college party with her, Utahime, and Mei. "For the last time, I said no. What's so different about this party? What's so special about it?" You sighed as Shoko climbed onto your bed. "This one is better. It's a costume party at the fraternity house. The best alcohol, the best weed, the best everything," Shoko raved. "If it's at that fraternity, then I definitely won't be going. Not with the wonder twins being there," you grumbled in annoyance. "Oh please, Satoru and Suguru won't bother you. They'll be too busy trying to secure a two-man with two desperate girls."

"Um, did you forget who we’re dealing with? It’s Satoru and Suguru. They’ve been picking on me since we were tweens. They aren't gonna stop now. God, I can hear them now," Shoko giggled. "Just admit you have a secret crush on them. The tension is so thick, you can cut through it with a knife," she teased and poked your cheek. "Don’t ever let that word, ‘crush’ come out of your lips again when it comes to talking about those two. And because of that, I’m really not going." You playfully pushed her off your bed and pulled the covers over your head.

"Okay, fine, I won't mention the obvious crush you have on them again," you said as you moved the duvet slightly down to show Shoko a very displeased eye. "Sorry, sorry. But seriously, they'll be distracted. If they end up picking on you, let's leave, okay?" she reassured. There was a bit of silence on your end as you contemplated whether or not it was really worth thinking about it in the first place. Although a costume party sounds fun, it's at the same frat Satoru and Suguru are in, and knowing them, they'll pick on your costume. God, they're annoying. But if they'll be distracted like Shoko said, and you hope to God they would be, there's no harm in a little fun. You could use it.

Even though you’ve always claimed that you couldn't stand them, the truth was quite the opposite. You’ve harbored crushes on them since we were kids. It all began with Suguru. He was always so laid-back, even at such a young age. Satoru, on the other hand, would constantly tease you by stealing your pencils and 'accidentally' tripping you in the hallways. But Suguru was always there to help you up. Despite his somewhat 'nice' demeanor, he was usually the mastermind behind the mischief that he and Satoru would get into. Nonetheless, your crush on them never fully faded away.

"Alright," you let out a long sigh. "I'll go." Shoko clapped her hands and brought her fist to her body, whispering a "yes." "Okay, we need to get costumes. We should leave like now." She yanked the duvet off your now freezing body and grabbed your arm. "Ow! Okay! Okay! I'm getting up."-

“What do you think of this one? Should we match?” Shoko held up a Playboy Bunny and a Hugh Hefner costume. “I was thinking, you could be the bunny, and I’ll be sexy Hugh Hefner.” She raised her eyebrows in her attempt to persuade you. “Seems kind of played out don’t you think?” You giggled at her frown. ‘You’re right. We need something that would make you stand out in front of them.” She winked. “Oh my God, Shoko,” You groaned. “Sorry, Sorry. You just make it so easy. C’mon, let’s go to the next aisle.”

You turn on your heel to go into the next aisle with Shoko following close behind. “I kind of want to be a cowgirl.” You picked up a black cowboy hat. “But my idea was played out?” She teased. “Your idea is a carbon copy of what everyone else would be wearing when we go tonight. Besides,” You placed the hat on your head. “I’d make a hot cowgirl.” Shoko pulled her phone out to take photos of you doing silly poses in the hat.

“Ooh, practicing for later?” You heard someone’s flirty, obnoxious voice travel through your ears behind you.

No.

you froze in embarrassment as the person who was standing behind you most definitely saw you place the hat on your head and pose for the camera Shoko pulled out. "Oh, look who it is!" Shoko shoved her phone back in her pocket and went to give the person behind you a hug. "Satoru! And, is that Suguru? What a nice surprise!" The way she said that made you narrow your eyes in suspicion. "Yeah, what a surprise," you turned around to face the two looming figures towering above you. "It's almost like Shoko knew you were gonna be here," you said through gritted teeth. "What, not happy to see us? I thought you'd be ecstatic," Satoru pouted and placed his heavy arm around your shoulder. You pushed his arm off in response. "Well, since we're here, we might as well look for costumes too. Maybe we can all match," Satoru smiled wide. "Absolutely not," You frowned. "Yeah, I agree. How weird would it be if we were all cowboys? Y/n, go find a new costume," Suguru took the hat from your head and placed it on his.

“No way, I claimed it. Give that back!” You lunged over to grab it from his hold. But he was too quick and ultimately too tall, so he used it to his advantage and held it above his head. “Come and get it.” He winked at you and you snarled. You looked to where you picked the hat up from, only for it to be the last one on the rack. “Suguru Geto, if you don’t give me my hat back, I’ll-” “Technically it’s not yours. You didn’t pay for it.” You groaned in frustration. “It’s not even worth it.” You turned to get other accessories for the costume you said you were going to wear. “You can keep the stupid hat. Practice your moves on Satoru or something.” You walked passed the boys to go pay for the remaining items. “Now you’ve done it.” Shoko snickered. “We didn’t even do anything? That mouth of hers is nasty.” Satoru frowned.

-

“I can’t believe those two,” You started on your rant for the third time. “I bet they weren’t even gonna be cowboys, it wasn’t until I had the hat on. Now I have to wear this costume.” You pouted. “Oh please, Lola bunny from space jam is still a sexy costume. You let them get under your skin too much.” Shoko reassured you from the other room. “Okay but, the whole purpose of me wanting to be a cowgirl was because of the hat. It was to complete the look!” You fixed the mascara smudge under your eye. “Maybe you can take it right back during the party.” You placed the bunny ears on top of your head. “It’s too late, the damage is done.” You dramatically sighed. You heard Shoko giggle as she walked into your room. “Woah,” was all she said staring at your figure.

The white halter crop top you wore really highlighted your figure and emphasized your curves, making you look stunning in the tight fabric. The snug-fitting white booty shorts were wrapped around your waist, accentuating your curves and making your backside look absolutely stunning. Your hair was styled in a high ponytail with a side bang, and you accessorized with knee-high white socks adorned with bold blue and red stripes at the knee. Needless to say, you looked incredibly sexy. “Holy shit, I don’t know what you’re so concerned about. You look fucking hot.” She eyed you up and down. “They’re not gonna know what hit ‘em.” As she was eyeing you, you had no choice but to stare at her costume too. She was a sexy nurse. Quite fitting since it’s what she was in school for. The white latex mini dress really squeezed her curves in all the right places. “You’re talking about me? Nurse, I think I’m sick. I think I need some assistance.” You giggled.

You both walked out the door to meet up with Utahime and Mei Utahime and Mei. “You both look so fucking amazing!” Utahime squeals jumping up and down. “You’re gonna be turning head tonight,” Mei eyed you both up and down. “Especially two people-” You groaned loudly. “Enough already!” Fingers going to quickly plug your ears so you don’t hear the end of that sentence. They all giggle at your discomfort. Both her and Mei were doing matching costumes with her as Chucky, and Mei as Chucky’s bride, Tiffany. You can’t deny, Mei looked really sexy in that corset. Utahime’s overalls really showed off her curves. “But anyway, so do you two! I can’t wait for the pics!” You wrapped your arms around each of their shoulders. “Ready to go?” Shoko pulled out a mini flash from between her breasts to take a swing and hand it to the three you. “Let’s go for it!”

You four walk up to the frat house, the loud music thrumming through your body from the outside. You gulp as you walk in. What was making you so nervous? You usually go party with these girls. What makes this time so different?

You four walked into the house and took a look around to see where you’d go first. On your right, you could see people playing beer pong, to your left you see a smaller group on the couch passing a blunt around. “Where do you guys wanna start?” You yelled over the music. “Let’s get drinks first!” Utahime suggested and you all nodded in unison. You made your way straight ahead to where the kitchen is to see the counter covered in cups and snacks scattered around. Shoko grabs a cup and hands it over to you. “What is it?” You asked her placing the rim of the cup to your lips. “Jungle juice. Drink up!” You smiled downing the whole drink.

“Huh, I didn’t know you had it in you Y/n. That mouth of yours is somethin’ else.” Your eyes instinctively roll at the sound of Suguru Geto's annoyingly sultry voice. As you turn around, you see both of them towering over you, causing your heart rate to quicken. They are both dressed as cowboys, exuding undeniable sex appeal. Their black button-up shirts are partially unbuttoned, revealing their chiseled and defined chests. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, showcasing their strong forearms. You can't help but gawk at their appearance, feeling a dull ache between your legs that you can't control. Your gaze eventually lands on the hat Suguru took from you at the costume store, bringing you back to reality.

“Honestly, we didn’t think you’d show up after what happened earlier.” Satoru took a sip of the drink he was holding. “Believe me, I didn’t want to, but Shoko wasn’t going to let that happen.” You pointed to Shoko next to you and sighed. “I really wasn’t. Besides, who wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you in this cute bunny costume!” She exclaimed. The two boys stood before you, their eyes lingering on your outfit, smirks playing on their lips as they scanned you from top to bottom.

“Fuck,” Satoru whispered under his breath. His pants starting to grow a little tighter. “Bunny, huh? Cute.” Suguru playfully raised his arm to flick one of the floppy ears on top of your head and chuckled, unable to tear his eyes away from you. You tilted your head in suspicion, sensing something unusual in their behavior. "Hands off, cowboy. I'm still mad you took my hat," you pouted, taking the cup from Satoru's hand and bringing it to your lips. Satoru seemed about to say something, but then hesitated. As you tilted the cup up to finish it, a few droplets escaped and trickled down to your top, leaving the very thin white fabric damp.Exposing what your left nipple looked like. You don’t know what came over you, but something told you this could be used as revenge. The constant annoying you during classes, or when they come over to visit Shoko, all you’re doing is drinking messily from a red solo cup, yet it has them speechless.

You wiped your mouth then grabbed Satoru’s hand and placed the cup back in his grasp. “Ready to dance Shok?” You held your arm out to her as she stared at you for a few seconds then linked arms with you. The both of you walk passed Suguru and Satoru, feeling daggers being sent straight to your backside. “What was that over there? You trying to start something?” She joked. “Maybe. But did you see how quiet they both got? Let me bask in this really quick.”

Both boys watched as you danced with Shoko, grinding and swiveling your hips against her and flashing your signature smile. As soon as you were getting comfortable dancing with shoko, you feel her soft body being replaced what felt like a masculine figure. You don’t stop dancing, figuring it might be a frat boy looking to get some ass thrown back on him or something, but that voice sounded too familiar. “Didn’t know you could dance like this either. You’re holding out on me, bunny.” You whipped your head around to see Suguru behind you with a half smile on his stupid perfect face. “How did you- where’s Shoko?” You studdered in confusion. “Dancing with some guy. She told me to take her place.” He began to run his hands up and down your sides. You’d kill Shoko for pulling a stunt like this, but you also didn’t want him to stop. His hands on you just felt so good. “Don’t stop dancing now. C’mon bunny, show me how you were dancing before I got here.”

“Don’t call me that,” You snapped. You began to move you hips along with the music and placed your hands on top of the ones that were on your body currently. “You’re so cute when you listen, pretty.” Suguru's warm breath caressed your neck, sending tingles down your spine. His presence was captivating, drawing you in with an intoxicating allure. His sultry voice held a power that seemed to command obedience from anyone who heard it. As the alcohol coursed through your veins, warmth and relaxation spread through your body, creating a sense of dangerous excitement. ‘Fuck it, it’s halloweekend. Who cares?’ You thought, grinding on him even harder. “Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?” He could barely keep his composure. “I already did. Wanna know how?” Suguru bent down a little to humor you so his ear was at your face level. “Because I can feel it.” You lightly grazed the shell of his ear with your teeth, that sending him over the edge. “You’re killing me,” He breathes out. “What are you gonna do about it? What are you and Satoru gonna do about it?” You tease.

-

It didn’t take long for Suguru to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you up the stairs to his room. "I was just waiting for the green light, sweetheart," he says as he smacks your ass and swings open his bedroom door. "About time," you say quietly, praying he didn’t catch that. “Parading around in these shorts of yours, you’re such a fuckin’ tease you know that?” He set you down and smacked your ass once more. “Did it work?” You stared up at him with big eyes making his cock twitch. “More than you ever know.” He walked up closer to you, causing you to back away and land on his bed. He climbs on top of you and lightly grazes your neck with his lips. “Tell me you want this, Y/n. Tell me. If you don't, I’ll stop. Please tell me you want this too.” He pleads, grazing his nose up and down your neck. “I..I want thi-” The door swung open and there stood Satoru. “Yo, I was looking for you everywhere. We’re gonna play a drinking game and-” He stopped to fully unpack the situation that was unfolding before him. “Aw man! Don’t tell me you’ve started without me!” Satoru pouted. “Nothing even happened.” Suguru rolls his eyes. “Now you’re here, you might as well join. What do you think, sweetheart? Want us to take turns with you?” Suguru places his thigh in between your legs to add some pressure. You moan softly at the feeling and nod your head. “We need your words, pretty.”

Suguru starts to softly move his thigh up and down your clothed cunt to give you more friction. “Fuck, yes. Please.” You plead. “That all I needed.” Satoru unbuttons his top and gets into bed next to the two of you. He tilts your jaw to face him and smashes his lips into yours. His kisses were sloppy, but just enough to make you feel so intoxicated off of him. It was a different contrast from Suguru dry humping you, clearly feeling his hard cock begging to be let out of the restraints. “You had some nerve showing up to this party in those tight ass shorts, princess.” Satoru said between kisses. “And -fuck- these ears. Were you trying to tease us, bunny?” Suguru added on. “Maybe,” You giggled. Suguru kisses down your neck and slowly lifts your top up to expose your breasts. He hissed at your perked nipples, mouth-watering as your chest rose and fell watching you messily make out with Satoru. He licked a long stripe from your belly button to the valley of each breast before latching onto your nipple. You moaned in Satoru’s mouth as Suguru swirled his tongue. “Fuck, Sugu,” You ran your fingers in his hair. “Hey, what about me?” Satoru pouts his kiss-bruised lips.

“Attention whore,” You teases and kissed his lips. You gasped suddenly at Suguru slowly pulling your shorts down. “Thereee we go, no no, keep those sock on. They look so sexy squeezing your thighs.” He stopped your wrists from pulling them down as he spread your legs apart, showcasing the damp spot in the middle of your underwear. “Oh, look at this Satoru,” The blue-eyed man got down on his knees next to his best friend to see what he was being shown. “Someone’s eager,” He cooed and placed the pad of his thumb on your print causing you to moan out. “Mph! Fuck,” You threatened to close your legs around them. “Satoru, I have an idea,” Suguru whispered. The only thing you felt was your thong being pulled down and their warm breaths fanning over your heat. In the next moment, you felt someone's warm, wet tongue swirling at the entrance of your cunt. Your breath hitched at the feeling, only for it to be completely ripped away from you when you felt another tongue applying pressure to your clit. “Oh- Oh my God!” You shot up, propping yourself up by your elbows to watch the two go down on you at the same time. The noises they were both made with their tongues and the moans coming from each of them, caused a dull vibration throughout your lower half. “Oh my God, it feels..s-so good,” Your moans filled the room as you plopped back down on your back and grabbed a handful of hair from each head. You could only focus your eyes on the ceiling, as watching the two of them devour you like it was their last meal was too much for your pretty head to handle. “Look at us bunny,” Suguru commanded. “Look at us as we taste you. We wanna see that pretty face.” You took a deep breath and tilted your head down to watch as Satoru slowly inserted two fingers inside of you. You whined and bucked your hips up. “Shh, it’s okay bunny, it’s okay. It feels good doesn’t it?” Satoru cooed and kissed your inner thigh. It didn’t take long for Suguru to insert his fingers inside of you as well, giving you a nice stretch. You whined louder at the feeling and began to jerk your hips around.

“Uh uh, try not to move sweetheart, we’re just getting you ready for you to take us.” Suguru lightly scolded and began to push his fingers in and out of your sopping wet cunt at the opposite time as Satoru. You lie there sucking air in and out of your lungs as you felt micro heat waves crash over your lower half. The waves were only getting stronger as Suguru started curling his fingers hitting your g-spot, causing your back to arch. “Oh, Fuck! I’m so close!” Your breathing was uneven and legs trembling as your moans intensified. The waves getting bigger and bigger quickly crashing down as Satoru swirls his tongue around your clit to get you there. Your jaw goes slack and Suguru holds your waist down with his free arm to prevent you from jerking around too much. Fingers never stopping, only fastening in speed and you rode out your orgasm. Slowly, they pulled out their fingers and placed them in their mouths, getting a proper taste of you.

“You taste amazing bunny,” Satoru gushes. You couldn’t respond. Still shocked over the earth shattering orgasm you just experienced. Your breathing was heavy as you stared at the ceiling. “Don’t tell me we already fucked you stupid.” Suguru joked, which made you snap out of whatever trance you were in. “Oh please, I was thinking about Toji.” You teased and they both looked at you with a blank face. You knew it would get under their skin. Since they hated Toji. He was a very popular athlete from your rival school. So for you to bring him up at a time like this? You were in for it.

“You know, for such a cute costume, you sure do have a filthy mouth.” Suguru unbuckled his pants. “Let’s give you something to fix that, hm?” He pulled his pants down and got on top of you, legs on either side of your face with his cock right in front of you. He lazily jerked himself off a couple of times before tapping the tip on your lips, letting his precum get all over them. “I’ve got something for that smart mouth bunny, c’mon, open up.” He held your jaw with his hand and slowly pushed himself in your mouth. “Argh, fuck. This mouth is so warm,” he grunted, forcing you to take him all the way down. “There we go, take all of it bunny. Good girl.” Suguru kept holding your jaw, watching your big bold eyes grow wide as you sucked him in. You whimpered at the feeling of Satoru’s tip circling your opening. “Think you can take both of us at the same time sweetheart?” Suguru let you take him out of you mouth to verbally say yes. “Yes, fuck me Toru, please.” You pleaded. “So polite now after you’ve had my cock in your mouth.” Suguru comes as you moan at the feeling of Satoru pushing himself inside you. “So tight angel. Look at how well she’s sucking me in.” He rubs your clit. Satoru wastes no time bottoming out inside of you, causing you to moan out with Suguru’s cock still around your mouth. “Mmph, fuck bunny, ‘feels so good moaning around me like that.” He moans throwing his head back. Satoru matches his thrusts with his best friends’ making you feel dizzy in the best way possible.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. You’re doing so good baby. Taking us in like this. Such a dirty fuckin’ girl.” Satoru’s mouth getting filthier the more he fucks you. “Gonna make me cum deep inside you already.” He chuckles, dropping a glob of spit right where you both meet. “Ah, you can last longer than that, Satoru. Otherwise it’d be embarrassing.” The raven-eyed man joked. “Oh? Wanna make this a bet?” Satoru sassed. Flashing the back of Suguru’s head a smirk. “Don’t start -fuck that’s it- somethin’ you can’t finish,” Satoru chuckled and continued to pound deep into you. The contrast of Suguru fucking your mouth nice and slow verses Satoru’s hard and deep thrusts were driving you insane. It was making your orgasm approach at lightning speed, not even giving you a chance to announce it. Your moans got louder, you clenched tightly around Satoru’s cock, making it harder for him to thrust in and out. “Oh shiiit,” He hisses at the feeling of you creaming on his cock. “You’re tryna milk me right now..it’s gonna make me -fuck- cum.” His eyes squeeze shut as he continues to thrust into you. Hoping by not looking at the white ring forming around his cock, it’ll get him to last longer. But when one sense is gone, the other sense heightens, so his sense of touch only made his cock more sensitive. “Fuuuuuck shit, y/n y’er killin’ me. Gonna cum and you’re gonna take it so fuckin’ deep, I don’t even care anymore.” His movements come to a halt as he pours thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. Your moans are high pitched as you feel him fill you up so deep. Both of you and Satoru’s moans were more than enough to have Suguru flooding you mouth with his cum as well. “Oh shit, there we go bunny, there we go, take my fucking cum.” He’s holding your jaw as if the feed it down your throat. He slowly pulls it out and taps the tip on your tongue.

“Still with us sweetheart?” Satoru rubs your thigh and you lazily nod. “Good, cause you’re gonna ride me.” Suguru flips you over so you’re on top of him. Very fitting that the took everything off besides the cowboy hats, and you took everything off besides the bunny ears and the knee high socks. “D-Don’t let that stupid hat get to your head.” You said with all the wittiness you had left. “And yet, here you are, about to ride me like a..cowboy,” Suguru lifted your hip up with one hand and aligned his cock under you. “Now bounce on this cock like the good little bunny you are.” He lowered your hips all the way down onto him, making your back arch in response. “Fuck! S-Sugu,” you squeaked. You bounced up and down, the smacking of your thighs connecting to his. “Fuck, you’re so wet sweetheart.” Suguru grunted. “Yeah? Usin’ my cum as lube Sugu?” Satoru stood up on the bed, standing next to his best friend, lazily jerking his cock off in front of your face. “Gonna suck on my tip, gorgeous?” He forcefully pushed his tip past your lips. You wrapped your mouth around it and used your free hand to stroke the rest of his length. “Fuck bunny, gonna make me come again, haha.” He nervously chuckled, surprised at the fact that you were about to make him come again. “I’m right behind you, fuck baby girl, ‘m gonna fill you up again.” Suguru grabbed both hips and began to piston into you. Your moans were increasing in speed, letting them know you were right behind them. At this rate, you’re all going to come at the same time.

“Fuck, oh fuck, ‘M gonna cum on that pretty face bunny.” Satoru shoved you off of him to hold the back of your head and began aggressively jerking off in your face. “Open wide for me, pretty.” You opened your mouth sticking your tongue out for him. His moans got louder and haulted as hot, stickey cum splattered your face. Suguru watching this play out in front of him made him cum deep inside of you. He held your hips down waiting for him to finish. You whined at the painfully good feeling. “Gotta make sure it takes, bunny.” He grinds himself further into you and slowly pulls out, watching his and Satoru’s come flow out of you. “C’mere pretty girl,” Suguru opens his arms for you to lay in it. Satoru takes his shirt from the floor to wipe your face. “My bunny makeup.” You pouted at him resulting in Satoru kissing you. “Man, you don’t know how long we’ve waited for this,” Suguru confessed caressing your back. “God, you showing up in these shorts, ‘wanted to rip them off of you the moment I saw you.” Satoru flicks your bunny ears. “Fuckin’ finally.” You unintentionally muttered.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Suddenly you’re silent. The boldness you once felt disappeared. Your eyes widened. You didn’t realize you said it out loud. You sucked in a deep breath and swallowed hard. Might as well get this over with. “W-well, I’ve kind of had a crush on you- and Satoru for a while now.” You evaded their piercing gazes. Other than the music playing downstairs, the room was quiet. Your face was burning up. You wanted to just run out of the room- away from this party. Forget this night ever happened. Lost in thought, you almost completely missed the snort Satoru made as him and Suguru fell into a full fit of laughter. Oh God, this is embarrassing. The laughter quickly died down the moment they saw the sad look on your face. “Oh, sweetheart.” Suguru kisses your hand. “No need to pout, I feel the exact same way, and I’m sure Satoru does too.” Satoru nods in agreement. “Why else have we been picking on you?” You three sit in Suguru’s bed in silence for a while. “So, what now?” You muttered quietly. “So, we’ll see where this goes!” Satoru chirped. “That doesn’t mean that we’re gonna stop though.” You smiled to yourself. The boys that you’ve had a crush on for years finally knew how you felt, and felt the same way.

[madeline-madeline]

Which Halloween costume would each Usher (and Verna) be?

Roderick: Extremely half-hearted Dracula at Juno’s insistence he participate

Madeline: Exact replica of the mourning gown and mask of Empress Elisabeth of Austria and Queen of Hungary

Frederick: A really sweaty Batman

Tamerlane: Femme Phantom of the Opera

Victorine: Queen of Hearts

Camille: Hugh Hefner

Leo: Playboy Bunny

Perry: A mouse, duh

Lenore: Audrey Hepburn’s Holly Golightly, styled with Madeline’s assistance

Juno: Homemade classic witch costume that she sewed herself and is INCREDIBLY proud of

Verna: A black cat