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A Court of Screens and Squishmallows
AN: So back earlier in the year, when I had my 1.5k follower event, you all voted for a third part to the CamBoy Sam story, meaning it becomes a series. With other challenges, plus a case of writer’s block, this took a lot longer to get to than planned, but better late than never.
This is also dedicated to my babies, @mrs-elsie-barnes and @christywrites.
Please feel free to send asks about Camboy Sam and Squishy.
Unbeta’d but thank you to @endlesstwanted for letting me bounce ideas.
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Summary: Part of your and Sam’s relationship is you helping him plan his live streams and then watching them on your laptop in real time. This time, you got to plan his entire outfit, and if it happens to be based on your favourite book boyfriend you can be forgiven for being a little excited…
Relationship: CamBoy! Sam Wilson x Room Mate! Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
CW: Explicit Sexual Content (Masturbation, M & F), Implied Sexual Content, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Domestic Fluff, Banter, Established relationship, Sam Wilson is a hedonist, Fantasies.
It’s not as though you’d been a shy, retiring virgin when you met and got together with Sam - far from it - but since being with him you’d definitely had your eyes opened to how boring and mediocre sex had been in your previous relationships. And while, yes, sex wasn’t the be all and end all of a relationship, that early relationship spark - that initial burst of lust - was still burning brightly. That fire, first stoked into life in a dingy nightclub as you watched a sexy camboy gyrate and pleasure himself through your friend’s phone screen, still licked under your skin every time Sam smiled at you, that mischievous twinkle in eye. Together you’d explored so many facets of your own sexuality that you’d never even considered.
You’d never pegged yourself as a voyeur, but yet, twice a week, you devoured Sam’s exhibitionist performances from your shared room despite him being just down the hall in his studio - his old bedroom. And speaking of pegging… there was something you’d never imagined yourself doing either, but you rather enjoyed it, reducing Sam to a whimpering, wrung out mess. Mirrors were also good. And toys. So many toys. You adored how Sam wasn’t intimidated by the use of toys, seeing them as tools to help enhance and prolong pleasure and not as any kind of comment on his masculinity.
The only downside to your relationship was having to move your beloved Squishmallow collection to the lounge - there was no way you could do the dirty with them staring at you with their innocent little eyes.
As you shut the apartment door behind you, and made your way to the bathroom to wash off the day leaving a trail of clothes in your wake, you couldn’t help but smile as you remember Sam’s joy on the delivery of the last package of items he’d ordered from the adult store. Most of the contents had been for his shows, thongs, strokers and vibes, but he’d slipped in a couple of extras and had wasted no time in riling you up so he could use them on you, over and over until you’d had to tap out. You’d had to explain away your aches and pains as overexertion from a gym session to your work colleagues the following day. From the grins thrown your way, you weren’t sure they’d been convinced.
The hot water from the shower head washed over your body, soothing the stress that only came from participating in meetings that could have been emails, and you reached for your washcloth and favourite shower gel. The gentle, delicate scent filled the bathroom and you hummed a random tune to yourself. It was Friday night and Sam had one of his scheduled live-streams. He’d be done by 9.30pm and then he’d be all yours for the weekend and you couldn’t wait. Tomorrow you had a day out planned - a morning at the farmer’s market and then an afternoon’s walk through the hills with a picnic made from their purchases. Sunday would probably be a combination of lazy and domestic, because unfortunately there were always chores to do. You were hoping to persuade Sam to do the laundry if you offered to go grocery shopping and you weren’t above pulling out a few sexual bribes if you had to. You hated laundry - you and the washer just didn’t get on and the less said about the drier the better.
First, however, there was this evening, and as you walked through to your bedroom, your towel wrapped tight around your body, you thought about all the preparations that needed to be made. You’d already planned a light supper that wouldn’t fill him up too much, and as you were home first, you’d boot up his computer and check the camera connection. Luckily, as the room was now his full time studio and didn’t have to do double duty as a sleeping space, he’d been able to set up the backdrop, set dressing, camera and lights last night. You just needed to grab your own laptop so you could watch the show play out. Maybe you’d get out a toy or two just to help yourself along until Sam finished and came to join you.
That was always your favourite part of a streaming night - watching your man perform and display himself for the lustful eyes of his subscribers, knowing that when the camera turned off it was your bed he came to. Your body that his wrapped around. The pair of you knew each other inside and out, forward, backward and upside down, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Caught up in your musings, you didn’t register Sam’s return until his spandex covered, slightly sweaty body plastered itself to your back. “Eeewww,” you squealed and you fought your way out of his loose grip as he chuckled in your ear. Unfortunately, your towel didn’t survive the struggle and you let out a huff of amused frustration as it landed on the floor with a soft thump.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Sam joked. “I just appear and your clothes just fall off. It’s a superpower.”
So cocky, you thought. Good thing he’s sexy as hell. You still rolled your eyes at him before purposefully turning and bending over to pick the errant fluffy cotton up from the ground. You heard his strangled groan and smiled to yourself.
“Squishy. Fuck. Why you gotta do that to me? Maybe I should sack off the stream and just take you to bed right now?” As you straightened and turned back, he took a step toward you. However, you held up your hand, stopping him in his tracks.
“Nuh-uh, buster. First off, you are sticky and gross and need your own shower. Secondly, if I don’t get to see you in that outfit and get my voyeurism fix, then I won’t be happy.”
Sam smiled back slyly and gripped the hem of his cycling top. With a sway in his hips, a move you recognised only too well, he slowly pulled the skin tight fabric up. As he bared his torso, he rolled his abs, and despite your best intentions you couldn’t draw your gaze away. Which meant you didn’t see the balled up, sweaty top making its way towards you until it hit you in the face.
Your affronted shout was just met with a hearty belly laugh as your boyfriend shed his clothes across the floor as he took himself for his own ablutions. “You’re lucky I love your dumb ass,” you shouted at his departing, and frankly disgustingly attractive, posterior. Sam just flipped you the bird and you snorted. Fuck, you loved him so much it was nauseating.
Slipping into a lacy bralet with matching panties, you left the bedroom and made your way to the studio. The backdrop, made to look like stone walls that you’d find in a castle in Europe, hung from the back wall, and in front of it a large chair that the pair of you had worked on to make it resemble a throne. You could also see the zipped garment bag, an unusual bulge to it indicating that it wasn’t just a suit inside. You really hoped your vision had come together as well as you imagined it. You smiled, just thinking about what was to come, and crossed over to the computer with a swing in your step. Once you’d powered it up, you switched on the lights that were already aimed at the ‘stage’. Satisfied that you’d done as much as you could to help Sam prepare, you made your way into the kitchen.
After taking all of your dinner ingredients out of the fridge, you decided to make you both a cup of tea as well. You put the kettle on the stove and then reached down your mugs from the cupboard, unable to keep the soft smile from your face as you did so. Your fingers traced over the handle of Sam’s mug, the silly approximation of a bicycle being the thing that made you realise what had been - literally - in front of you.
When Sam hugged you behind this time, it was a far more pleasant and welcome experience. The clean smell of his own shower gel surrounded you as much as the man himself did. Yes, his skin was still damp, but as it was with water and not sweat, so you didn’t mind.
“You looking forward to tonight then, baby?” His voice was a deep purr in your ear and your core clenched in response to his laden words. Somehow you managed to drag yourself from his embrace, shooting him a smile over your shoulder as you went to pour the hot water into your mugs.
“I always look forward to your streams.”
“But this is the first one where you a hundred percent picked the outfit.”
“Yeah, and you’ve been totally mean not letting me see it all put together.” You handed him his drink and looked at him, still a little in awe of his beauty as he leant against the side of the island, with droplets of water still dotted over his skin and only a small, white towel wrapped around his waist.
“Can you blame me for wanting to make an impact,” he responded, right eyebrow slightly raised.
You leant forward, pressing your lips against his softly, tasting the camomille lingering on them. “I thought it was my turn with the paddle,” you teased and enjoyed the brief moment of satisfaction as Sam’s eyes went large before he started to chuckle.
“Whatever you want, Squishy. You know it’s all good to me.”
You adored the way the two of you could tease and joke with each other. “Hhmm, I’ll keep that in mind for later on then. But for now,” you pushed a plate across the island toward him, “you need to eat so you have enough energy for what I’m gonna want to put you through after your stream finishes.”
With a grin splitting his face, Sam saluted you before picking up the plate of cajun chicken salad. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be ready for action, ma’am.” He sauntered - fucking sauntered - over to the couch and placed his mug on the coffee table. He also spread his legs, letting his towel fall open and giving you a glimpse of everything going on under there, absolutely paying you back for your earlier teasing. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, then picked up your own plate and went to join him.
As the pair of you ate and drank, you shot the shit about your respective days and your plans for the following day.
“Ooo,” Sam exclaimed, “do you think they’ll have those little pastries again? The ones with the sour cherries and the vanilla cream stuff?”
“Creme patissiére? I hope so. They were so delicious last time. But I want some of the sour-dough bread, and the goat’s cheese. And the onion relish…”
Sam laughed at your enraptured food based ramblings. “I’ll make sure to go past the ATM on the way, shall I?” You elbowed him and stuck out your tongue, eliciting more laughter. Eventually though, 7pm rolled around and Sam excused himself with a soft lingering kiss that left your fingers and toes tingling with anticipation.
As he went into his studio, you busied yourself by tidying up after your meal, and preparing a snack platter for later on - you were both likely to be peckish after you’d worn yourselves out. Then you had to retrieve all of your strewn clothes and move them to the washer. Why either of you had thought that undressing as you walked was a good idea, you didn’t know. With the chores done, you returned to your bedroom, with five minutes to spare - just enough time to switch on your own laptop and load up Sam’s subscriber page. As the wait screen with its countdown timer appeared, you settled on the bed and drew your trusty vibrator out from the drawer at the side of the bed.
Then it was show time.
The backdrop and throne appeared in front of you, with some old-timey, almost ‘Ren Faire’ like, music playing in the background, but your attention was quickly diverted when you caught sight of part of Sam’s costume making its way into shot. Black leather arched into view, pulled taught and shaped like a giant bat’s wing. You squeezed your thighs together and leant a little closer to the screen. As Sam himself moved into frame, you let out an involuntary whimper. Black leather pants were moulded to his legs, ass and crotch - there was no hiding what was going on down there - and his upper body was encased in a black, lace necked shirt. The cord was loose, leaving the shirt wide open, giving a frankly scandalous view of the upper curves of his pecs and the sleeves - oh god, the sleeves! - were rolled up to just before his elbows. Over the shirt was a leather harness, with shiny chrome buckles and other decorative elements. That’s what the fake wings were attached to, but it still made a statement. A leather effect half mask covered Sam’s face from the nose up, however his eyes still glittered out of it like dark precious gems that, even through the camera, seemed to shine a light on the very essence of your soul. He’d even gone as far to attach fake ear tips, giving him an even more other-worldy appearance. He looked like every wet dream you’d ever had.
“There you are, little mortal…”
You almost combusted at his dark tone, but Sam acted as though it was nothing and reached out to the side to bring a goblet into the shot with him. He took a slow drink, never drawing his eyes away from the camera. His strong fingers, covered in rings, gripped the metal neck of the drinking vessel, and when he pulled it away from his mouth, the sheen of red wine could be seen on his lips. His tongue poked out, wiping away the residue and from your bed your breath hitched with need. He hadn’t said anything, but the power in his stance - his demeanor - had you flooding your panties.
He placed the goblet down, just out of view, and trailed one beringed hand down his shirt, the light reflecting off the jewellery, a poor mimic of the sparkle that was in his eyes. His long fingers grazed over the bulge in his pants and you saw his cock twitch under the restriction of the material. He did it again, a moan leaving his lips and his eyelids fluttering. Without really thinking about it, you picked up your vibe, turning it onto its lowest setting, and began tracing it over your damp underwear. Sam’s hands moved to his belt, and he deftly unbuckled it before pulling out of the loops quickly with one hand. You pressed the vibe against yourself more firmly.
There was a soft thunk as the belt dropped to the floor and Sam gave a predatory smile to the camera as he unbuttoned his fly. There was enough of a view of his skin and the hair of his happy trail to make it clear he had no underwear on. You watched as he slid his hand inside, cupping himself. He prolonged the eye contact as he stroked himself, teasing you - and his audience - with brief glimpses of the head of his cock.
He picked up the goblet once again and walked backwards until he reached the ‘throne’, whereupon he sat upon it insouciantly, lounging against its tall back. You wondered what he was thinking about as he put on his show. Was he imagining you standing in front of him, putting on some display of your own for his idle pleasure? He took another drink of wine then lazily pulled his cock from his pants. He stroked it slowly, from root to tip and back up again. From the sheen you could tell he’d lubed his cock up before he started, and you wished he was here right now, so you could take him in your mouth. Instead you just moved your vibe inside your panties.
“Join me,” he entreated with a purr, encouraging you to touch yourself even more.
This stream was so unlike Sam’s previous one. In those he’d been obviously performing - every move was calculated to titillate , but this was different. It was as though he was the viewer, watching his hundreds of fans touching themselves in the hope of being touched by him in return. He groaned and closed his eyes again, pleasuring himself with a firmer grip and a twist to his wrist. He was the epitome of a ruler - a High Lord or a General - who did as he pleased. The dominant aura he exuded was heady, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that was something the pair you should explore further.
Jolts of pleasure arced through you as you pinched and rolled at your nipples. It was getting more difficult to hold yourself back as you watched Sam ‘watching’ you. And then he spoke again.
“That’s it, darling. Just like that. I love watching you touch yourself for me.”
Fuck! It wasn’t that dirty talk was alien to the pair of you - you’d indulged in it on numerous occasions, but the outfit, his demeanor. Was this awakening something within you?
“Keep going, sweetheart. Show me how pretty you look. I bet you wish I was touching you back.”
Your breathing picked up and your skin was clammy. You were so close - closer than you normally got while watching him. Your vibrator slid effortlessly through your folds, nudging your engorged clit with each pass as you watched Sam pleasure himself. You had the fleeting thought about whether his other subscribers felt the intimacy in this, but quickly returned to thoughts of your own pleasure and how, soon, Sam would be in this room, kissing you. Touching you. Fucking you.
You came. Your body tensed and tingles shot up and down your body from head to toe. Somehow though, over your own cries of release, you heard the soft grunt that Sam reserved for his on-screen orgasms. He was still regarding you through the camera lens, his milky spend splattering over the leather of his pants and his lower lip looking especially plush - he must have bitten it when he came.
Sam took a deep gulp from his goblet, before tucking himself back into his pants, although he didn’t fasten them. Then, somehow not trembling with the aftershocks of his pleasure, he rose to his feet and stalked back toward the camera.
“Thank you, darling,” he said in a low voice. “I enjoyed that.” And that was that. He walked off out of frame and the screen went dark.
“Fuck me,” you muttered under your breath and tried to regain some of your equilibrium. If he was that hot from the other side of your apartment, what was going to be like in a few minutes when he appeared in the room? Speaking of which…
You somehow managed to move your laptop onto the floor just as you heard footsteps coming down the hall, accompanied by the unusual sounds of something bouncing off the walls and Sam’s soft curses. “Goddamn wings. Too fucking wide.” You giggled. Somehow this was both unserious and sexy at the same time.
The door to your room burst open and Sam - turned sideways - walked through. How was he hotter-looking in the flesh? His wings swept out behind him, partially blocking out the light from the hallway and making him seem even more imposing. You were glad he’d ditched the mask though - you loved seeing his full facial expressions.
You reclined on the bed with a coy smile, leaning back on your elbows. “Very Illyrian coded,” you purred.
“Did you enjoy that, darling?” Sam stepped closer, looming over you, and you fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. He bent forward and rested his hands on the mattress either side of your legs.
“I did. Very much, my Lord.” You hoped you weren’t overdoing the coquettishness, but it wasn’t every day that you managed to convince your real boyfriend to dress up like one of your book boyfriends, and you planned to wring every last bit of enjoyment from it.
“What do you think about my big… wingspan?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn’t hold back your giggle at the silly double entendre.
“It provided a lot of… stimulation,” you countered and he smiled broadly at you.
“Well I hope you didn’t wear yourself out too much. I’m not done with you yet, mortal” He dropped to his knees and you peered down at him owlishly, before letting out a shriek, part surprise and part excitement, as Sam grabbed your ankles and yanked you towards him. As his tongue started to trace over your lace covered core, the leather of his wings brushed tantalisingly over your knee, and your last coherent thought was whether he’d be up for fucking you against the wall as you held onto his harness…
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@apenny4thots, @king814318
@km-ffluv, @wheezy-stucky, @kmc1989, @kombatfather1796
#sam wilson x you#sam wilson x reader#sam wilson au#camboy! sam wilson#lights camera action#sam wilson x female reader#sam wilson fanfiction
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The Awkward and the OnlyFans
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Word Count: 3.5k Rating: Mature Tags: No Powers AU, Bookstore AU, Silver Fox Steve, Retired NFLer Steve, College Student Sam, Camboy Sam, Meet Ugly-ish, Masturbation
Summary: A minor disaster with a book display has Steve meeting a handsome man who is clearly flirting with him. But Steve has a feeling he has seen this man before. And there may have been some booty shorts involved.
Written for the @silver-fox-steve-bang Valentines Exchange for @espressosaur
The Awkward and the OnlyFans is available to read on AO3!
#silver fox steve valentines exchange#silver fox steve#silver fox steve rogers#sam wilson#steve x sam#all caps#camboys#gift exchange
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2024 Kinktober Masterlist
I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!
Banners by @vase-of-lilies
Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️
Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader)🔥
Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥
Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥
Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader) 🔥
Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay) 🌙🔥
Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥👿
Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🔥
Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader) 🕸️🔥
Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥
Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥
Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥
Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥
Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)
Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)
Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)
Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)
Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)
#fanfic#fanfiction#fandom#marvel#alexandra posts#kinktober#marvel fic#marvel fandom#marvel fanfiction#2024 kinktober#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers fic#stranger things#stucky#supernatural#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x steve rogers#bucky barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader#the witcher#logan howlett#logan x reader#wolverine#logan howlett smut
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🌿Snapdragon🌿: rec five blogs and your fave stories by them
@jamneuromain - Whiff of Blood (Lloyd Hansen)
@xoxovivafics - Unburdened Purpose (Loki)
@late-to-the-party-81 - Whatta Man (Camboy!Sam Wilson)
@targaryenvampireslayer - Haunted (Bucky Barnes)
@astxrwar - Drops of Blood (Bucky Barnes)
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June 10th - July 20th, 2023
It's been a minute!
Look under the cut for the amazing works made in the past month and a half-ish.
We will be returning to our normal Saturday schedule next week.
Thanks to @massivespacewren as always for the incredible fanart you see here.
Now let's get to some WinterIron goodies!
The Theory of Love, Electric by Halfpennybuddha
Rated: M
Tags: No archive warnings apply, Princess Diaries AU, Royal AU, High School AU, Gay Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Tony Stark, implied/referenced drug use, implied/referenced self-harm, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bullying, non-consentual kiss, no sex, but minor over clothes frottage and kissing, Tony & Bucky are both 18, dancer Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is a Good Bro, endless shopping, implied/referenced alcohol abuse, underage drinking (not main characters), mentions of cancer, mentions of serious illness (past), supportive family, family feels, Jewish Bucky Barnes, unplanned pregnancy, light angst
Summary: "“Even after his tragic death, it should not have changed much regarding succession. I…well, I was still in good health, though in mourning. But now…your grandfather’s death last year, and my testicular cancer, you see. The treatment…well, I am sterile, Iacob.”
Bucky dropped his sandwich.
AKA The Winteriron Princess Diaries AU that nobody asked for."
Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Chapter 8: Mission Six: Breaking All the Rules by @polizwrites
Rated: E
Tags: Identity Porn, camboy!Bucky, Iron Man Tony Stark/Modern Bucky Barnes, Cap!Steve/Modern Bucky Barnes, oral sex, anal sex, Sugar Daddy, Revelations, Happy Endings
Summary: Bucky's little camboy sidegig - where he plays 'Special Agent Jay' -- gets him attention from an unexpected quarter. Chapter 8 Bucky finally makes it to Seoul, and so do two people very important to him.
My Love is Vengeance - Chapter 4 by @polizwrites
Rated: T
Tags: Canon Divergence, young!Tony, bodyguard!Winter Soldier, recovering!Bucky, POV Bucky, Hydra, double agent
Summary: "[Part of Behind Blue Eyes Series] Still disguised as Jacob, the Soldier goes to a club with Tony. Tony runs into trouble and they both reveal their feelings just before the Soldier’s hand is forced. Chapter 4: The next day, Tony and Bucky are separated and learn more about what Hydra expects of them before reuniting again. "
Surprise Afternoon Shopping by @endlesstwanted
Rated: E
Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, Lingerie, Semi-Public Sex
Summary: With Bucky’s promotion’s party this weekend, Tony’s taken on a surprise afternoon shopping session in search of clothes for the occasion. They just may or may not have spent all of it at Bucky’s regular sex shop.
Home Again (Chapter 31) by @scottxlogan
Rated: E
Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content
Summary: After a few surprising truths are revealed Bucky and Tony are reunited at the reservoir in Wakanda. Will it spell disaster or prove to be the happy ending they've both been searching for?
WinterIron Bingo - July 2023 Round Robin by AoifeLaufeyson, endlesstwanted, HadrianPeverellBlack, Politzania, scottxlogan, Sivan325
Rated: G
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Love Confessions, Crushes, Mutual Pining
Summary: When Natasha talks Bucky into pretending to be her boyfriend so her nosy (but well-meaning) family will leave her alone -- the last thing Bucky expects is to run into his crush: Tony Stark.
Late-Night Requirements by @every-marveler-ever
Rated: G
Tags: Tony Stark is scared (but won’t admit it), Hydra
Summary: Hydra had always been a pain for them, but since dating Sam and Bucky, Hydra became a whole new level of scary to Tony. They said it would be easy, and simple, but Tony just couldn’t believe that.
Love You Doll by Aralia Tutela
Rated: T
Tags: Living Doll
Summary: Put me away like a doll when they didn't need me.' Tony's mind caught on that phrase, and suddenly he knew what he could do to help his lover relax.
And So It Goes by @purpleicedteas
Rated: M
Tags: Single Dad Tony, Recluse Bucky, Brief mention of Pepper's breast cancer and death; Silver Fox Bucky, Silver Fox Tony, Single Dad Tony, Engineer Tony, Former FBI Agent Bucky, Recluse Bucky, Alpine the Cat
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a retired FBI agent living as a recluse. Content with a solitary lifestyle, he lived for years with only the company of Alpine, his feline companion. When the empty home next to theirs is filled with new neighbors, Alpine and Bucky find their lives weaving with the handsome engineer and his daughter.
Never Have I Ever by @scottxlogan
Rated: E
Tags: Sexual Content, Jealousy, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Minor Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Light Bondage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Blindfolds, Restraints, Declarations Of Love, Established Relationship, Angst, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism
Summary: When the team gets together to spend a night under the stars playing a game of Never Have I Ever, it opens the door to a tense situation where Bucky and Tony are left facing an uncomfortable truth about the history they have with Steve. Will it prove to be the think that pulls their blossoming relationship apart or will it bring them closer together when everything is said and done?
Its Vital Heat by @halfpennybuddha
Rating: G
Tags: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Winifred Barnes/George Barnes, Meeting the Parents, Modern Art
Summary:
“You don’t recognize me, do you?” He couldn’t tell if her voice was teasing or reproachful, and it made him a bit nervous.
“Uh, no, ma’am. I’m sorry.” She laughed, then, the sound a bit like the tinkling of bells.
“Don’t fret so, child. My name is Maria Stark. My son has spoken of you often the past few weeks.” She informed him, taking a delicate sip of her drink.
Oh, God. Tony’s mother.
A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter 2 by @polizwrites
Rated: T
Tags: No Powers AU, A/B/O AU, Sugar Daddy AU, Political Campaigns, Amputee!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky, young!Tony, Omega!Tony, Slow Dancing
Summary: Now that they have a few events under their belts, Bucky and Tony start to get more comfortable around one another during a Fourth of July party.
Looking At You by @scottxlogan
Rated: M
Tags: 5+1 Things, Romance, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, Falling In Love, Jealousy, Yoga, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Digital Art, Prompt Fic
Summary: Bucky reflects on those five times he's seen Tony in his yoga pants and the way they made an impact on him. Later Tony reflects on the one time he saw Bucky in his.
The Upside by @otpcutie
Rated: E
Tags: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut
Summary: Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.
#halfpennybuddha#polizwrites#endlesstwanted#scottxlogan#aoifelaufeyson#hadrianpeverellblack#sivan325#every-marveler-ever#aralia tutela#purpleicedteas#otpcutie#weekly round up: r1#winteriron#starkbucks#ironwinter#tony stark#bucky barnes#iron man#winter soldier#marvel
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Break the Ice
Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58236013
by ClaraxBarton
SR: Seems like your type of boy
There’s a link, as well as the short message. Bucky clicks on it, because, well… perhaps there should be more boundaries between Steve and Bucky, between an ex-lover and… whatever they are now.
But, when Steve’s message is something like that, how is Bucky not supposed to click the link?
Who else knows his preferences better than the man who he spent five years with?
So Bucky clicks the link, and it takes him to a landing page for what is very clearly pornography.
A camboy.
A very attractive camboy, with blond hair and pale skin, freckles and blue eyes and a mouth curved into what can only be described as a bratty little smirk.
Words: 15794, Chapters: 10/10, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), Hawkeye (Comics), Winter Soldier (Comics), Captain America - All Media Types, Avengers (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Batman - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, past Bucky/Steve - Relationship, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: sexwork, camboy Clint, Alternate Universe - Hockey, yes this is translated from Playing Favorites
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58236013
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ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ
Requested: Yes or No
Summary: When Sam had told Bucky about the amazing wonders of the internet, he didn’t expect to find something so pleasurable. Bucky Barnes so happens to come across your mature content, but there’s one problem. You’re his next-door neighbor...
Pairing: Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x Camboy!Male Reader
Word count: 5.7k+ // any mistakes I own
Warnings: +18, Fluff, Smut, slow burn(?), unprotected sex, breeding, sir/daddy kink, Bucky being shy and flustered around you (not really a warning tbh), praising, pet names (doll, baby boy), rough sex, recorded sex, bondage, mature themes.
A/N: Thought this was hot in my head and I was like “Hey, I can just write it.” So, this is it I guess? I have so many drafts worth of fics so y’all should be expecting more and more. Enjoy my loves!! Reblogs and comments are appreciated💙!!
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THE sound of light — but also heavy — knocks could be heard from Bucky Barnes’s apartment. Ever since the events of his best friend, Steve Rogers, leaving, he moved into a nice — homey — apartment.
Bucky turned away from the microwave, which was heating up his meal, with his icy blue eyes. He turned his attention to the wooden door, which was being struck with small knocks. His brows furrowed in confusion till he realized he had invited his good friend over.
Sam Wilson.
Sam had been there for Bucky 24 hours a day, seven days a week since Steve left for Peggy. He made it a priority to drop by whenever he could just to hang out with his best friend. They're inseparable.
Bucky picked up his feet from one spot to another until he made it to the wooden front door. He licked his dry pink lips before opening the door — which he was greeted by the view of Sam holding a bag of chips and some sauce. Bucky let out a small chuckle.
“Hey, Buck! I got us some chips & dip. Now let me in.” Sam urged the six-foot man who stood over him. Bucky shook his head and showed a grin before moving to the side to let Sam in his apartment.
When Sam entered the flat, he was met by the same apartment look that never appeared to change. On the floor, an old-fashioned rug was placed. In their own way, the paintings were somewhat beautiful. Then there was the manly odor that assaulted his senses.
Bucky closed the door shut with his huge hand on the knob. Connecting his blue eyes with his pal's brown eyes. Sam was not new, so he entered the nice living room and switched on the flat-screen television. Bucky, on the other hand, returned to his meal.
Sam let out a heavy-needed sigh from losing his patience. He got up from the dark grey couch and walked his way into the — small-like — kitchen. He raised his eyebrow at the view in front of him.
"Can you tell me what you're making?" The man who removed his dinner from his microwave was puzzled by Sam. He then laughed at the food that had been served. "Shut up..." Bucky mumbles.
After looking at the plate, Sam spoke up. "Is that the chicken alfredo my sister prepared two days ago?" Bucky remained deafeningly silent throughout the altercation. "Hey, man, I've figured it out! She's a fantastic cook!" Bucky's shoulder was slapped by Sam.
“Yeah, whatever.”
When Sam opened the fridge, he was met with the sight of — nearly nothing inside. He shook his head and let out a small chuckle. He returned to the living room with a couple of beers in his heavy hand.
As he carried the dish of food in his hand, Bucky let out a — heavy — sigh. He took a seat next to the brown-eyed man and looked at the television. Of course, it was a game of football. When it came to Sam and his football games, there was nothing new. "Can we watch something other than football?" Bucky decided to speak up.
Sam narrowed his eyes before letting out a deep grunt. He switched through every channel — which not to mention, they were all boring. After minutes of switching and switching, Sam’s eyes widen from an idea that sparked its way into his mind.
"Hey, I've got an idea." "Oh no, you having ideas is never a good thing." Bucky shook his head in the direction of Sam, who had just licked his lips. "It's not horrible at all. Consider it as assisting a friend in need." Sam made fun of him. Bucky nodded after rolling his eyes.
Sam could almost feel the excitement coursing through his blood. He grabbed the laptop from the desk and sat it down on the coffee table. “Since the last time you were really here, which was the 40s-” He was cut off by Bucky. “Are you calling me old?”
Sam looked puzzled before nodding. The blue-eyed man’s lips parted in shock, but he let Sam continue. “Back to what I was saying, I wanna show you a world full of imagination~” “Carry on....”
“It’s called the internet.”
Bucky pinched his brows at his hairline as he watched Sam's fingers type away on the computer. Sam exclaimed, "It has everything you could ever want." “Everything?” Sam smirked and nodded. "Yes, it has that-" Sam was interrupted by the sound of a man yelling.
He cocked his head from the — outrageously — loud man yelling. “Who the hell is that?” Sam murmured. Bucky shook his head before getting up from the couch. “I’m about to see...”
Bucky strode to the door, his heavy feet lifted from the floor. When he opened it, he saw an elderly man shouting at a boy who held a small frame. Bucky's breath became hitched from the boy's beauty for a brief second before returning to reality.
“Listen here, I don’t know who you think you are, but just because you’re new doesn’t mean you have the right to blast music!” The man with grey shrieks of hair hissed. You rolled your eyes, not really caring what he was saying towards you. ‘New my ass’ You think.
“Look, the music wasn’t even that loud. Is there anyone else complaining?” You moved your hands gesturing to the halls. Not seeing no one else except for a blue-eyed man who stood still.
As he got closer to you, the elder man let out a loud growl. His skunk radiates from his body and into your nose. You could have puked at that point, but you didn't. "I don't fucking-" The brown-haired man approached him to cut him off.
"Hey, hey. Let's take a deep breath and relax. Okay?" The words flowed easily from his mouth. His voice was deep, and goosebumps ran down your spine. Your (e/c) eyes met his cold blue ones.
“And who do you think you are?” The old man scoffed.
“I’m James. My brother so happens to be the man who runs this complex. So, if I were you,” He poked the man’s chest. “I would advise you to walk back into your apartment without any issues.”
Bucky lied.
Before walking back to his apartment, the elderly man gave you and Bucky a harsh scowl. "I'm curious as to what got his pants all twisted up." You laughed. Bucky's lips were slightly parted as he gazed at you. Not knowing what to say to a boy who is as attractive as you.
“I-I’m James. But you can call me Bucky.” “I know, you said your name to that guy~” You teased him. Bucky felt heat rush to his face as he felt — butterflies? Ever since recovering from his past. Bucky hasn’t had the heavenly feeling of butterflies since the 40s.
“Right, I apologize.”
Bucky would be lying if he said he remembered the sensation of butterflies. From seeing you, all that was left on his face was redness. Your sly grin made him feel something — something questionable.
"Well, I'm (y/n), Mr. James, it was a pleasure to meet you." As you walked back into your flat, you winked. Bucky was only able to see the wooden door. As he shook his head, a smile appeared on his face. The feeling of love consumed his stomach and warm veins.
“Someone’s got a crush...”
Sam’s manly voice ringed through Bucky’s ears. He rolled his eyes from annoyance and decided to speak up. “No... no, I don’t.” Bucky lied to himself. James Bucky Barnes definitely has a crush.
-- -- --- --- -- --
His thick fingers started to tremble.
As Bucky laid down in his — warm and comfortable — bed, with his laptop laying down on his thick thighs, his eyebrows furrow as his icy blue eyes inspects the bright laptop screen. Fingers became numb.
He started to question whether or not if — what he was thinking was really a good idea. Sam did tell him that the internet had EVERYTHING. So why not see if they have what he really wanted to type in that search bar. Bucky’s brows furrow even more.
He let out a — deep and raspy — sigh as he typed what he truly wanted — no. Needed to see. The words “Two men having sex” were typed onto the search bar. Waiting to show every single result.
People weren't as accepting in his time — the 1940s — as they are now. Men were incapable of loving men, and women were incapable of loving women. People might even have considered it a sin to have sexual urges with someone of the same gender. Those wicked, corrupted thoughts were capable of killing a single innocent soul.
But Bucky remembered what his pal — Sam, said to him. It’s a new time. A new era. Most of the people accepted who others were. Whether they were gay, lesbian, bi, trans, etc. People had gotten more comfortable with their sexualities without having to be judged.
So why should Bucky feel judged?
His eyes narrowed at the computer screen. ‘Yeah, I shouldn’t feel ashamed of my sexuality. I am who I am.’ Bucky thought to himself. So, without waiting for another second, he pressed the enter button.
“Woah...”
There were so many links to choose from. A sly smirk grew onto the blue-eyed man’s face as he pressed a link. ‘So many fucking videos.’ He thought to himself after scrolling and scrolling. Videos from men giving blowjobs all the way to men breeding other men.
Drool fell from his plump pink lips.
“So, Sam wasn’t lying when he said it had everything?” Bucky mumbled to himself. He clicked on a video that intrigued him the most. As the video started, an ad popped up.
There was a boy with a smaller frame in front of a camera, which captured a lovely shot of his body and chin. His face was hidden. Bucky's left brow raised as he studied the URL. "CLICK HERE: (y/c/n) is now live!" states the link. His blue eyes inspected it.
“What could go wrong?” Bucky sounded unsure for a — quick second. The link took him to a website where there sat the boy. He was patiently sitting there waiting for more people to join.
Bucky licks his pink lips as he sees the number of views increase. What used to be 5 views — changed into 1.5k viewers in a span of 2 minutes. You let out a comfortable sigh as you saw enough people are there for you to start. You parted your plump lips.
“Hi, my sweet daddies~” You teased out.
Bucky just watched you as you begin to take your shirt and underwear off — slowly but surely. Your body made him drool. You brought your hands to your chest as you twisted your hard nipples.
The way you bit your bottom plump lip gave Bucky some type of indescribable feeling. Even though your face wasn’t showing, Bucky just knew you were perfect. The perfect little slut that can give him the pleasure he desires — The Desired Pleasure he desires.
“Thank you for the tips!” You pulled your hands away from your nipples as you buckle your legs up. Revealing your tight hole that begged to be fucked by a girthy cock. Bucky felt his pants become tight as his cock poked his pants. Wanting to be freed.
He palmed his meaty cock through his — now tight pants. His eyes closed as his breathing became heavy. A sinful smirk grew on the one flesh-armed soldier. Fuck you were like a God. How could a faceless boy who had the hottest body give so much pleasure to the soldier?
Without thinking for another second — he put the laptop to the side and unzipped his pants. His rough hand grasped his meaty 12-inch cock. The red throbbing tip leaked sticky — warm pre-cum.
He took a bottle of lube from the side dresser. He wanted more, despite the fact that his hot pre-cum was plenty. He needed to be able to feel more. He slid his egg-sized balls into his now-lubricated hands and massaged them. He never looked away from the Screen.
You were fucking breathtaking to the soldier.
You pulled out a dildo from the side of your bed as you showed it to the audience. You guided the dildo to your ass as you teased yourself. “I wish I could feel your real cock in my hole daddy~”
Wait a second.
That voice. That angelic — but also raspy voice — that the unknown man spoke out of his lips. “Is that... (y/n)?” Bucky questioned himself as he kept hearing the boy speak. “No, it couldn’t be...” Bucky shook his head as he got rid of that unwelcoming thought.
Bucky came back to reality when hearing small — but loud — moans come from his laptop. His lips parted as he stroked his cock from the view of you fucking your tight hole with the girthy dildo.
“Mmmm-- Fuck-- P-Please daddy! You fuck my ass so good~” You managed to get out through the mewls and moans. “Yes, baby boy, fuck yes. Daddy wants to fuck that ass so bad!~” Bucky moaned out from his faster and heaving strokes. The sensation took over him.
His eyes flashed with — dangerous and wicked lust. He imagined your tight hole swallowing his cock whole. The way his cum would paint your soaked walls with his veiny 12-inch cock. His imagination ran wild from hearing the now — louder moans escaping your lips.
Sweat begins to flow down the blue-eyed man’s forehead. His bare chest heaving from his climax rising. “I wanna cum so bad in you baby boy~” He groaned and moaned from hearing you talk dirty.
“Are you ready daddy? Do you want to cum in me? Give me your sticky and warm cum. Cum with me daddy!~” You both moaned from feeling your climax rising. “I’m cumming!” After those spoken words that left your lips, Bucky shot his huge load onto his broad chest.
He stroked his cum covered cock a few more times while covering his — used to be bouncing balls. His toes curl from the overstimulation of cumming so much, his eyes in the back of his head.
Fuck, that was the most he ever came
Before the blue-eyed man could even take his lustful — dangerous gaze away from the screen, he made sure to subscribe to you. It wasn’t a want — It was a need to make sure he watched every future cam show you hosted. Your hot loud moans ran through his ear.
As you cleaned yourself up, the comments flooded the live stream. Envy flowed through the brunette's blood after reading some of the sinful comments. Why was he envious of individuals who had never heard of the mysterious boy? That question was unanswerable.
“I cummed so much for you baby!”
“I wish that tight hole was mine and only mine.”
“I need you so fucking bad.”
The number of comments grew rapidly. You parted your plump lips. "It was a lot of fun. I'll see you all again soon!~” In a sing-song tone, you said. That voice... Bucky's thoughts were consumed by only one thought. He was going to find out who the faceless boy was.
-- -- --- --- -- --
A light knock can be heard.
Bucky jumped from his current spot on the couch. His face twisted as he walked closer to the oak wooden door. As he opened it, the person who has been on his mind 24/7, appears in his icy vision.
A sudden rush of panic gets sent to the blue-eyed man as he sees you. His metal hand grasped the door and slammed it shut in your face. You jumped from the sudden action and your brows furrowed. He blows out a shaky breath before widening his eyes.
“Fuck...” He had realized he just slammed the door on you. He swallows a lump in his throat as he stands up straight. Trying to be the more confident man than you were. When he opened the door, he saw your confused face. He surely had to explain that action.
“Are you okay?” You chuckled and Bucky just nodded. Red rushing to his face as his icy blue eyes connect with yours. “S-Sorry about that. I h-had saw something” ‘Fuck stop stuttering Bucky!’ He thought to himself. You really made the six-foot man nervous.
You just nod as your face relaxes. “Well... I was just going to ask if you wanted to maybe get some drinks at the bar downtown?” A sly smile grows onto your face as you spoke to the — obviously shy brunette.
Fuck that voice...
The same voice that escaped your lips rang through Bucky’s red ears. That voice that he heard from the wicked Livestream that occurred last night. ‘No, (y/n) isn’t that boy... stop thinking that.’ Bucky tried oh so hard to convince himself that you weren’t the camboy.
Bucky hadn’t noticed, but his plump lips were slightly open as a result of not letting a word out. He instantly nodded at your question and grabbed his jacket from the — wooden coat racket.
● 20 Minute Time Skip ●
As you and Bucky walked into the — nearly worn-down — bar, the heavy scent of booze and — slightly good food — filled the air. The sight of guys of various ages cheering and watching sports twisted your face. You patted his shoulder, indicating that he should follow.
You both took a seat on the warm cushion stools at the bar. Bucky’s face was still painted with a deep red from the result of you touching his shoulder. Just the touch of you made him nervous. The bartender walks closer to you both and asks what you want.
You ended up ordering a milkshake and Bucky ordered a beer — although it wouldn’t affect him. Being the super soldier that he is. After a couple minutes of silence, the only thing that filled the bar was music and men screaming — you decided to speak up to Bucky.
“So... James, tell me more about yourself. Like how old are you?” You puzzled the man right beside you. He looked at you for a second before opening his mouth to speak the unknown words.
“106.”
You let out a loud laugh. Bucky sent you an awkward smile and laugh from seeing you in the current state. He really wishes he was joking. You could sense that he wasn’t joking — At all. “Oh my God, you’re serious?” Your tone went from a joking one into a questioning one.
Bucky scratched the back of his neck as you stared into his piercing blue eyes. As you put your index finger into the milkshake, your gaze was pulled from his eyes. Your finger went inside your mouth. Bucky began to feel — that dangerous sense that he felt all over again.
The way your lips sucked your finger.
Bucky shook his head, attempting to clear his mind of lusty thoughts. But how could anyone not want to be touched by you? He understands that it would be the most delightful experience of his life. 'Fuck no, this is so wrong. For God's sake, he's your neighbor!'
You ordered a cheeseburger with a side of fries. That one bite that was taken from the juicy meat — made you let out a moan. Bucky’s breath became shaky from hearing the same moan from the live... If you were the naughty camboy — he was sure going to figure it out.
That’s when the blue-eyed man got an idea.
"Hey, (y/n)? What do you do for a living, if you don't mind me asking?" Bucky questioned you. "I work at a cafe," you replied after raising your brow for a brief while. " It's only about four blocks away." You smiled at the man in front of you.
But there was something strange about his expression.
He nodded his head. “Oh, okay.” He took the second beer in his hand to avoid another awkward talk between you and him. ‘Where the fuck is your game at Barnes?’ Bucky spoke to himself under his breath. He used to flirt so well with the ladies in the 40s, but now?
He’s just a super-soldier who has no game.
After a few more hours, you and Bucky decided to call it a day — a very awkward day — and leave the bar. You two returned to the complex and you stood next to your wooden door.
“I enjoyed my night with you, James. I’ll see you very soon.” You gave a grin to the blue-eyed man and noticed his face turn red. It somehow amazed you how a boy like you — can have such a strong effect on the strong super-soldier. The way he blushes every time you’re around.
“It was nice to see you too doll.” Bucky’s eyes widen from the sudden nickname that slipped from his plump pink lips. A sudden urge of fear surged through his body as he saw you smirk. “I-I’m sorry, that came out by accident...” He mumbled — but you could still hear him.
“It’s all good James. I actually like it.”
That was the last thing you said before walking back into your apartment. Bucky felt a sting in his chest. The feeling of love consumed him. Love is hard to find, but when it came to you, Bucky couldn’t just describe what ran through his cold veins.
He walked into his apartment, took his jacket off, and set it on the coat rack. His phone made a ‘BEEP’ sound which caused him to pull it out of his pocket. “(y/c/n) is now live!” The notification stated. Bucky took a small bite to his lip before going into his bedroom.
Bucky couldn't stop thinking about you being the boy on screen after you introduced everyone. It was something he didn't want to be true. But he couldn't ignore the moan he overheard from your lips today at the bar. He's hearing the same — wicked moan right now. He pulled his aching cock out, and it was time for another naughty session.
Bucky made it a promise to himself to figure out if you were the camboy or not. It was driving him insane from connecting all the dots. From the moans all the way to the voice. Bucky Barnes is — and will find out who the naughty boy behind the bright screen is.
-- -- --- --- -- --
Bucky had begun to panic.
He had invited you over for a date night — a real date night. Panic was the only thing coursing through his veins as he set his blue-eyed gaze onto the clock. It ticked and ticked which made him worry.
“Fuck, Sam where are you?”
Bucky had asked that his good old pal ask his sister, Sarah if she could prepare a delicious, warm, home-cooked meal for the date. Even though you were supposed to be at his apartment in a few minutes, Sam was nowhere to be found to deliver the dinner.
He took a glance around his apartment.
It did not look appealing.
There were clothes that were falling from the hamper. That same musky smell illumed through the apartment. Dishes were in the sink — yet to be washed. If the blue-eyed man wasn’t really panicking before, he sure was now. He hurried around to clean up the mess.
The smell of Febreze took over the — used to smelly apartment. Bucky heard a knock which signaled him it was Sam. He ran to the door and was greeted by a smiling Sam.
“Took you long enough!” Bucky took the food from Sam’s hands and set it nicely on the coffee table. “Hey man, not my fault you asked me last minute.” Sam laughed, and Bucky sent him an unknown glare. He let out a sigh as he put the red (or white) wine on the table.
“Whatever, go. I have a date!” Bucky motioned Sam to the door and all Sam did was give him a sneaky grin. “You have fun with your date, Buck.” Sam bowed teasingly before leaving the flat.
Bucky looked around checking if everything was good. Food: Check. Apartment clean: Check. Bucky being VERY nervous for this date: Check. Now, all the blue-eyed man had to do was wait.
Wait for you...
● 30 Minute Time Skip ●
You sent a light knock to Bucky’s door. The door opened and the sight of Bucky smiling at you sent butterflies to your stomach. “Hi, James.” The way his name would flick right off of your tongue sent chills to his six-foot frame. He really loved the way how you said it.
“Hi, doll.” His smile never left his beat red face. “Are you going to let me in or make me stand here~” You teased the man in front of you. Embarrassment took over him from realizing he didn’t let you in.
“I am so sorry.”
He moved to the side to let you in. You took a step inside of his apartment and were satisfied with the interior. It was clean — a little too clean. Bucky guided you to the couch and you smelt an amazing home-cooked meal. Your mouth watered from the scent.
“Did you make this James?”
“Yea.” Bucky lied to you. He wanted to impress you so much that he fucking lied about knowing how to cook. What can lying about cooking do? Nothing. He gulped from nervousness and took a seat next to you on his grey couch. He grabbed the remote.
“So, what do you wanna watch?” Bucky questioned you. “Anything. I wanna see your taste in movies, James.” Bucky felt a lump in his throat since all he watched was old stuff. He finally ended up putting on Deadpool. Hoping you’ll like it since he never watched it.
● 3-hour Time Skip ●
Once the movie was over, you were getting ready to leave Bucky’s apartment. But Bucky being the gentleman he is, offered to walk you to your apartment although it was only across from his.
In a matter of a few seconds, you made it to your apartment door. You unlocked the door and opened it as it made a ‘CREEK’ sound. Bucky became somewhat nervous about what he was thinking about doing. Was he going to regret this decision? Probably... probably not.
“Well, I enjoyed-” You were cut off by the feeling of a set of plump lips forcing their way onto yours. Your eyes widen from the surprise, but then you give in. Bucky leaned in more as you walked back into the flat. He closed the door with his strong foot — not leaving your lips.
Your breath became hitched from feeling his warm tongue hit against your teeth. Begging to be entered. You let out a muffled moan which gave him the chance to enter your mouth. His hands roamed around your clothed body — the sensation sending chills down your spine.
He pushed you down onto the couch of yours. You could only see one thing in his eyes — Lust. Lust was the only thing that consumed the blue-eyed man as he licked his lips. He leaned down and pecked kisses onto your neck. You let out moans and that was the same moan from the camboy. Bucky looked at you for a second before going back.
He took your skin between his teeth as he nibbles on it. Making sure to leave hickeys. His hand roams around the rim of your shirt. He pulls it off of your body and his eyes end up gawking at you.
Fuck...
Your body was the same as the camboy. The moans, the voice, and now the body? There were too many signs to ignore. But how could one stop a moment like this just because of their mind? Bucky shook the thoughts off for now as he takes his shirt off also.
His chiseled abs were a sight to see. Bucky pulls your pants down slowly along with your underwear. You moan from feeling your cock bounce up from its freedom. Bucky looked at you again and saw nothing, but acceptance in your eyes. He turned you over.
He laid his huge hands onto your waist as he moved your ass into the air. Your tight hole was exposed to him and him only. He slowly leans over and pecks small kisses onto your spine — sending a wave of goosebumps to your whole body. “So beautiful...” He praises.
“Please Bucky...” Bucky guided his hands to your cheeks. He landed a hard smack to them which made you wince. He started to massage them in his rough hands. The feeling of the softness made his erection throb even more. His breathing became shaky from seeing your ass begin to jiggle in front of him. His lips parted and he smirked.
“You’re needy... aren’t you baby boy?~”
Where did this sudden urge of dominance come from? Where was the nervous Bucky at? Where did he go? You questioned yourself as Bucky brought you closer to his body. He pulled his cock out which seemed to be 13-inches. His cock was so girthy and huge. The veins poking out from the throb. His tip was red and pre-cum leaking down.
You swallowed a lump from the sight.
“You’re ready?” You nodded at the man, but then felt another smack to your ass. “Words baby boy~” “Y-Yes daddy.” You could hear him chuckle from hearing you submit to him. It’s like roles reversed.
You were once the confident and flirty one, and Bucky was the shy one. But now? It’s like the roles were reversed. Bucky guides his fingers to your lips. “Suck~” You did as he said and took his — rather huge fingers in your mouth. Lubing them up for what was coming up next. You started to gag as saliva drooled down your chin.
He rips his fingers from your lips and strokes his cock. He then slowly pushed his inches into you. Every inch felt like a pain, but you got used to it. You let out mewls and moans from feeling him go deeper and deeper. “Does that feel good baby boy?”
“Yes..” You managed to get out.
Once his cock was in your hole, he started to thrust his girthy cock into your walls. Pre-cum leaking from your hole onto the couch. The sound of sweaty skin-to-skin slapping against each other filled the apartment. Bucky grunted from feeling your hole clench around him. His toes curled and his arms wrapped around your lower body.
His sweaty chest was against your back as he grabbed your smaller head into his hand. He nibbled on your ear and licked the side of your face with his warm tongue. Lust and Love were the only two things you both felt in your stomachs. “You f-feel so good...”
Tears started to escape your eyes as the man who was fucking you went faster and rougher. His balls slapped against your ass from the motion of fucking you so hard. You grabbed your dick in your hand and begin to stroke yourself — only for Bucky to wasp it away.
You let out a whine.
“Don’t touch yourself unless I say to baby boy~” He managed to get out of his shaky—heaving breaths. You felt your orgasm rising and you were fighting the urge to touch yourself. Not wanting to break his rules. His throbbing cock penetrated your ass.
Spots of sweat formed onto the couch from the amount of sweat that leaked from both of your bodies. His arms are still strongly wrapped around you. “Please let me cum..” Bucky smirked seeing you beg — Beg for him. It was a feeling he never thought he needed.
After a few more — very hard and fast thrust — Bucky kissed your lips again.��“Cum.” He stated as he connected his lips with yours. You stroked your cock in fast motions to add more stimulation to the orgasm. Your moans were muffled as you shot your load onto the couch. Cum leaked onto your hand as Bucky felt his rising also.
“Ima cum baby boy~”
“Cum in me please daddy!”
Bucky smirked from seeing the naughty boy below him. His thrust faltered as he shot his huge, hot, white sticky load into your hole. Painting your velvet walls. The white substance leaked from your hole and onto his cock and the couch. His hair was silky from sweat.
He collapsed next to you on the couch. Both of your chest heaving from the result of having hot and steamy sex. After a few moments of getting himself together, the thoughts came back. Bucky has had enough and needed to know. If you were the camboy or not...
“Hey, (y/n)?” Bucky’s raspy voice grabbed your attention. You raised your eyebrow as you connected your eyes with his blue ones. “Yeah?” Bucky took a deep breath in and out before saying —
“Where do you work at (y/n)... like really.” You sat up from your spot confused. “I work at the cafe James. You know this.” You sent a sheepish smile to the man in front of you, but you could tell he was being serious — not wanting to play any games with you right now.
“I know you’re the camboy (y/n). You don’t have to lie to me anymore.” Your face held some type of guilt? Why were you feeling guilty? It’s your business to tell. You let out a needed sigh and nodded your head slowly at the blue-eyed man that laid next to you.
“I am the camboy James.”
He smiled before also sitting up. Your head and eyes were pointing down towards the couch. He put his finger under your chin to make you look at him. “Don’t feel ashamed doll. I’m just glad that you told me the truth.” He kissed your lips and you kissed his.
“I love you, doll.”
“I love you too, James.”
The only feeling both of you were feeling was — acceptance. Bucky had finally confronted you — which you were actually glad about, so you don’t have to lie to him anymore. Love consumed both of you.
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Here we are besties, we made it through March! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.
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*part of a series
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AN: Well folks, I've beaten my own record for length of a one-shot. I could have posted this as a mini-series, but didn't want to tease y'all.
This is full of filth and I am not sorry in the slightest. This is a no-powers AU.
Mood board by me, dividers by @firefly-graphics and beta'd by my dream team.
Master list here
Pairing: CamBoy Sam x Fem Room-mate reader, Nat x Steve (Background)
Word count: 11k
CW: Fluff, Angst and SMUT!!! (inc both male and female masturbation, the former described in a lot of detail)
MINORS DNI
Do not copy/transfer/transform this work. If you see it posted anywhere but here or on my AO3 (Late_to_the_party_81) it has been taken without my consent.
“You want me to do what?”
Your voice rose to a high squeak as you processed what Nat had just asked. Your roommate at least had the decency to hide her face behind her hands, and peek at you from between her fingers.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but Steve’s place is rented, and I own this apartment. It just makes more sense for him to move in with me than the other way around.”
You weren’t angry with her; far from it. You were pleased that her relationship with Steve had progressed to the next level and they were moving in together, but the fact that it meant that you had to move out had your head in a spin. You’d moved in with her two years ago when her younger sister, Yelena, had left to go to college and you were desperate to get out of your parent’s house.
You twisted your sweater sleeves around your hands as you tried to process everything.
“So, erm, I suppose I ought to start looking for somewhere else?”
You really didn’t want to have to move back in with your parents; you and your mom were too alike to be able to get on for longer than a few days.
“Well… about that. Steve and Sam have still got 9 months left on their lease, so Sam will be looking for someone to share with. Gives you a bit more breathing room and would make moving much easier.”
Nat’s suggestion made sense. You didn’t know Steve’s roommate Sam that well; he tended to keep to himself, but you’d never heard any complaints from Steve about him. Could you move in with a man you barely knew, even if his friends and yours could vouch for him? Well, when the other option was your parents, the answer was a resounding “Yes!”.
“Let’s hang out, the four of us. If I feel that Sam is someone I can live with for the short term, then we can set up a moving date.”
Nat squealed and threw herself at you, wrapping her arms around you and knocking you back on the sofa cushions. She peppered kisses all over your face, leaving red lipstick marks.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at her over-enthusiastic gratitude. And anyway, how bad could living with Sam be?
Bad, that’s what it was.
Okay, maybe you were being a bit over dramatic, but compared to what you were used to with Nat, living with Sam was, well, lonely.
With Nat, you ate meals together, watched films, and binged box sets together. You went out shopping, and whilst you know those trips would still continue, they were currently on hiatus as Nat and Steve were presumably christening every single surface in the apartment. That was an image you really wished you weren’t having.
You'd obviously seen a lot of Sam on the day that you moved in. He’d smiled genuinely at you, thanking you again for saving him from the horror of posting for a roommate, and you’d answered in kind. Then he used the impressive muscles that he (unfortunately) kept covered up under a t-shirt to move your boxes from the hallway into Steve's old, and now your new, room.
“I, um, made Steve bleach and vacuum before he left.”
You’d chuckled at that, and he’d continued to smile. He was a very charming man, and you’d have been blind not to notice how physically attractive he was. However, since that day, you’d barely run into him. He left the house early every weekday morning for a run, a routine that he’d had before he’d met Steve, and which he and Steve had continued together. You had no idea if Steve was still joining Sam or not.
By the time he came back, you were on your way out to work. In a sweet gesture, he always seemed to come back with a coffee for you, and as you weren’t a morning person, it was greatly appreciated. You knew he had a day job, some kind of cycling delivery person, and you guessed that was one of the ways he stayed in such excellent shape. He also had some other kind of job, something computer based that he did a couple of evenings a week, including Friday evenings. He glossed over it, saying it was rather mundane and boring, but paid the bills.
Three weeks in and you’d only shared a handful of meals together and two movies. Oh well, it was a different dynamic, and it would take time to find your feet. You vowed to make more of an effort, and that would start tonight. You went grocery shopping on your way home from work, picking up the ingredients you would need to make your signature dish: sausage and red wine casserole with creamed potatoes, a selection of greens and a baked cheesecake, New York style of course.
You were just testing the cheesecake with a skewer when the door opened, heralding Sam’s return.
“Hey Roomie, what’s smelling so good?”
You’d planned to answer eloquently but you were momentarily struck dumb. Sam’s cycling gear, white and red in colour, was skin tight, showing off his muscular frame. The skin that wasn’t covered had a slight sweaty sheen to it, evidence of Sam’s hard work. His protective eye goggles were pushed up on his head, and the cords of his earphones dangled over his chest as he removed them. Jesus Christ, you could see his nipples through his shirt, it was that tight…
“I… um…”
Your brain finally rebooted, and you managed to process his question, plastering a smile on your face as you answered.
“Sausage casserole and cheesecake. I was thinking, you know, we haven’t had much time to hang out; maybe it would be nice to eat together tonight. I’m not sure what your and Steve’s routine was, but Nat and I would eat together fairly regularly.” You looked away from him to slide the cheesecake back in the oven, glad that it gave you a moment to compose yourself. Your appreciation of his attractiveness could not be allowed to morph into a crush. That would not be good.
“Sounds good, Squishmallow.” You turned back to face him and rolled your eyes.
“Really, Sam? Just cos I have a few…”
He chuckled at you, the sound deep and melodious and somehow making your core vibrate with want. Shit.
“A few? Girl, you got more of those things than Toys 'R' Us.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, gesticulating with the spoon you’d been using to stir the casserole.
“Hey… they’re cute and nice to cuddle.”
He leant over the kitchen counter, grabbed a fork and pinched a piece of sausage out of the pot on the burner.
“You need to get out more, Squishy. I’m gonna go have a shower. Looking forward to dinner. A guy could get used to this, you know.”
He sauntered away towards his room, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his ass as he walked away. Maybe spending more time together wasn’t going to be the best idea…
The front door closed with a bang, galvanising you into action in your bedroom, where you had been laying, post shower, tired from work.
“Squishy? I’ve got the take-out.”
You pulled on your sleep shorts and shirt and walked into the living room.
“Stop calling me that, Sam.”
“Nope! Now it looks like you haven’t picked a film for us to watch, so you forfeit.”
He placed the bag of take-out on the coffee table and flopped down, full-length, onto the sofa, grabbing the remote and starting to flick through the channels. You picked up one of the cushions and smacked him with it.
“Hey, no fair!”
“Way fair! But if you make me a cup of coffee, I may relent.”
A disgruntled snort was your reply, but you still moved to the kitchenette and put the kettle on the stove for your tea and turned on the coffee machine for Sam.
“Don’t pick anything too scary, Sam. You know I’m a wuss.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you.”
You were glad he was facing away from you so he didn’t see the shudder that ran through your body at the use of the pet name.
Over the last month, after the dinner that you’d made, you and Sam had been spending more time together. Whilst it was never going to be the same as living with Nat (you missed having someone to review your outfits with), you and Sam had settled into something… well, nice.
A couple of times a week you’d take turns to either making or picking up dinner, and when your schedules allowed, you’d watch a film together. It was Thursday today, and tomorrow night you were heading on out with some of the girls at work, and Sam had his evening job.
Finishing the drinks, you carried the mugs through. To celebrate having had you as a roommate for a month, Sam had brought you a mug, covered in pictures of squishmallows. In response, you’d bought him a bike mug with double entendre statements across it, which had made him laugh.
You placed the mugs down next to the takeout bag and then motioned for him to move his legs so you could sit on the sofa.
“So, what are we watching?” You questioned him as you unpacked the white cardboard containers from the bag. “And did you get my noodles?”
“Yes, oh Mallow dictator, I got your precious noodles! What about a classic? Fifth Element? Or the Mummy?”
“Ooh, the Mummy! I’ve not seen it in ages.”
With your noodle box in hand, you tucked your legs up under you and watched as Sam selected the film.
“Question for you, Sammy. Rachel Weisz, Brendan Fraser or Oded Fehr?”
Sam caught you in an amused glare and let out a huff.
“What kind of question is that? The answer to that question is always ‘yes’, but you forgot about Patricia Valazquez.”
“Gold body paint!” You chanted together before collapsing into giggles.
“Correct. Any other answer and I would have had to disavow you as my roommate.”
As the opening credits began to roll, you cosied down next to Sam to enjoy the misadventures of Evie, Rick and Jonathan with Ardeth rolling his eyes at them every chance he got.
Lights flashed and the bass-line thumped as you made your way across the night club towards the ladies room. Friday night and you were out with your girls. God, you’d needed this; it had been too long, and whilst Sam was great to hang out with, you couldn’t have a good gossip with him in the same way. You hoped work wasn’t too onerous for him tonight. You were glad you didn’t have to do a tele-marketing job from home to make ends meet; your office job might not be the most exciting, but it paid enough and was good and steady.
There were about eight of you out from work, and it had been a riotous evening so far. You were all well lubricated with wine, vodka and gin and had now come to the club to dance off your drunken energy. You and your friend, Sophie, finally found your way through the cavernous space to the washroom, and after doing the necessary, you both fixed your make-up before heading back to the rest of the group. You found them at your table, all giggling and half leaning over each other to look at the phone that Helen, one of the others, was holding.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Cassie lifted her head, grinning.
“Helen was showing us this Camboy feed she discovered, and -phew-ee- is this guy hot! Come on, Hel; show her.”
The group shuffled around in the booth as Helen rewound the video and passed it across so you and Sophie could watch. The video started with the camera pointing at a backdrop, a light orange colour, which you thought was a strange choice until the man walked into frame. His face wasn’t in the shot, but the background showed off his skin tone to perfection. He wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up and the buttons straining against his broad chest. Tan leather pistol holders were visible across his shoulders, with matching bracers on his lower arms and brown pants held up with a leather belt.
“Wooooo, he’s doing a Rick O’Connell cosplay.”
Sophie let out an appreciative whistle. Something niggled at the back of your mind, but you couldn’t drag your eyes away as the man swayed and rolled his hips to the camera in time to the music he had on in the background. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, dragging it out from where it was tucked into his trousers, the fabric fluttering. One broad hand slid down his front, drawing attention to his pecs and abdominals. He slid the holsters off his shoulders so that the shirt could follow. It stopped briefly when it was half off so he could flex his biceps and show how the fabric tightened around them.
You shuffled in your seat. He hadn’t even got to the good part yet, and you were already involuntarily clenching your thighs together for some relief against the pulsing inside your underwear. Next the guy, USFalcon, according to his handle, slowly unbuckled his belt, pulling it slowly from the loops, before folding it in half and snapping it together, making a cracking noise. The sound made a dart of electricity zing straight to your clit.
“Fuck; imagine this guy tying you up with that belt!” It was like Sophie was vocalising your inner thoughts.
With the belt discarded, he ran his thumbs around the waist band of the pants, teasing his viewers as his fingers ghosted over the button, a button that was starting to show the strain against the now obvious bulge under the fabric.
“Come on. Come on.”
It took a moment for you to realise that it was you talking under your breath. Christ, it was obviously far too long since you’d last gotten laid if you were getting this wound up watching some anonymous guy do a strip tease on the internet.
Your attention was brought back to the screen as he finally, finally, popped the button and lowered the zip. The pants clung to his thick thighs, and he pushed them down to reveal a pair of somewhat anachronistic white boxer briefs, but at this point you didn’t care. The stretch cotton showed more than it revealed; it might have well been painted on. God, it reminded you of Sam and his cycling gear.
“Fucking Christ!”
Helen leant over to you. “Wait until he takes them off…”
You didn’t have to wait that much longer though. He teased himself and the viewers first, his hands running over his body again, including his clothed cock. When a small wet patch appeared on his underwear you swore you almost came in your own panties. You wanted to lean inside the screen and suck on the fabric. Then he pushed them down and off, letting his cock bob unimpeded for a few seconds in front of the camera.
Fuck, you’d never felt this level of desire before, and you could feel your cheeks heat. USFalcon’s cock could only be described as beautiful; slightly longer than average, but the girth! Just thinking about it had you clenching, imagining being split apart on it. The tip of it was cut and weeping salty pearls.
You felt a finger on your chin and your eyes darted to the side. Helen pressed under your jaw, closing your slack mouth. “Girl, you’re drooling. Do you and USFalcon need some alone time?”
“I’m telling you now; this guy has a new fan!”
“I can tell.”
You returned your attention as USFalcon drizzled some lube over his gorgeous cock before wrapping his hand round it. He slowly moved his hand up and down his length, coating it in the slippery fluid. His movements then became firmer and faster, his spare hand trailing over his body, teasing his dark, pebbled nipples. You wished you had earbuds in, so you could hear the sounds he was making, but you already knew you were going to watch this again when you got home; you were dying to get your hand inside your panties.
You could almost imagine the breathy moans coming from him as he worked his cock. You could see his defined abdominals clenching, his heavy balls twitching. You crossed your legs under the table, squeezing your own thighs together as you watched him cum, ropes of his white spend running down his cock and fingers as he worked himself through his orgasm.
You slumped back in the booth.
“Damn!”
You heard everyone around you chuckling at your outburst. Someone, you weren’t sure who, placed a shot down in front of you, and you knocked it back, shuddering as the alcohol burned your throat.
You slammed the glass down on the table.
“Okay, ladies. Time to dance! I’ve got some frustrations to work out.”
You all laughed some more, before heading across the rather sticky floor to continue partying until the small hours. When you finally got home you were too drunk and tired to make good on your promise to yourself to watch the video again, but if you happened to have an interesting dream where USFalcon, dressed as Rick O'Connell, but with Sam’s face rescued you, dressed like Evie, from evil mummies - well that was no-one’s business but your own.
“I’m never drinking again…”
Your pathetic moan fell from your lips as you wrapped your pillow around your head in an attempt to keep your brain from running out of your ears.
There was a series of soft taps on your door, but to your hungover senses it sounded like a series of gunshots. You hunkered down under your bedding, squeezing your eyes tight, letting out a pathetic moan.
You heard your door open and a soft chuckle made its way across to you.
“Feeling a bit delicate, Squishy?”
“Fuck off, Wilson.”
Another chuckle and then your sensitive ears heard him making his way across the room. A clunk and a rattle sounded on your bedside table before your mattress dipped, indicating he was now sitting on it. You pulled back the covers enough so Samuel could see part of your face and you opened one eye.
“Loving the panda-eye. You too drunk to take off your make-up last night?”
“What do you think?”
You glared at him the best you could with one unfocused eye.
“I’m surprised you didn’t wake the whole building when you came in last night. I think you were shouting that you were Evie, and you were wondering where Rick was. I don’t think you should watch The Mummy again anytime soon…”
You groaned in embarrassment and pulled the blanket back over your head.
“Anyway, I’ll leave you to suffer. I brought you some water and some meds. Let me know if you need anything. I don’t have a delivery shift today, so I’ll be around.”
You mumbled out a thanks and heard him leave, pulling the door gently closed behind him. You shuffled yourself out of your cocoon enough to take the painkillers, nausea rushing through you as you sat up enough to not choke on them.
“Fuck..”
You collapsed back down, the world still spinning and you closed your eyes, passing out again in a matter of minutes.
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It was late afternoon when you woke up again. There was another glass of water, a glass of apple juice and a wrapped sandwich on the table beside you. Bless Sam, you thought. After sitting up and eating your snack, with more hunger than you thought you had, you realised that you were also feeling better than you had any right to.
Dragging yourself out of bed, you made your way to your en-suite, grimacing when you saw your dishevelled state in the mirror. Not only did you have an amazing panda-eye going on, one of your false eyelashes had moved itself to adhere to your eyebrow. You peeled it off with a hiss, wincing as it took a couple of hairs with it.
You turned on the shower as you peeled off the t-shirt you’d somehow made your way into last night and your underwear. As you waited for the water to warm, you giggled to yourself remembering the video you’d watched and how it had made you feel.
Making your way under the scalding spray, you relished in the feeling of the water cascading over your body. You scrubbed away the sweat and the dirt of the night before and as you did you ran over what you remembered of USFalcon’s video. The snippets you recalled made you warm and tingly all over. You exited the shower and secured your towel around you, returning to your bed. You wrinkled your nose as it got a waft of sour alcohol sweat; you’d need to change your sheets before going back to bed later, but it would wait for now. You grabbed your tablet and typed in the address of the internet site that hosted USFalcon’s videos.
In order to view them, you’d have to sign up. You tapped your finger against your lips as you pondered an anonymous username that suited you. Inspiration struck and you typed it in, popped in your card details and smiled as you made it through the entry portal. It seemed that this guy had been posting videos one to two times a week for the past eight months. That was a lot of material.
You grinned to yourself. This should keep you occupied for a while. You scrolled up and down. The video you’d watched last night was his latest, streamed live and then posted earlier on in the evening. Getting comfortable on your bed, you connected your earbuds and pressed play.
It was as good as you remembered, and it wasn’t long until your fingers were working feverishly over your clit. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you watched that strong hand working up and down the cock of your dreams. With your earbuds in, you could now hear the sounds this man made, and they were delicious. Small grunts accompanied the movement of his hand until he came with a long moan. You bit your own lip as you came, not wanting Sam to be aware of what you were up to, because that would just be utterly embarrassing.
Yes, you thought. You were going to have great fun watching this guy’s videos. You wondered what sort of ‘show’ he would do next. You checked his schedule and saw that he was due to post again on Monday. Until then, you’d just have to manage with his back-catalogue…
Sunday you hung out with Nat, meeting her for brunch, although you just stuck to orange juice, your hangover having only just left you.
She asked how you were getting along with Sam. You admitted he was good fun, although not a patch on her, but that you were adjusting. You didn’t mention how he was distractingly attractive, because you didn’t want her trying to take the mickey or set you up. Nor did you mention your new wank bank material, you didn’t want her to think you were pathetic, lusting over some anonymous guy you were never going to meet.
In return you quizzed her about whether she and Steve were out of the honeymoon phase. Her coy smile and the way her cheeks pinked showed they weren’t, and you cackled so loudly other patrons stared at your table. After stuffing your faces with English muffins, smoked salmon and eggs multiple ways and earning the disapproval of the maître d', you said goodbye with a lingering hug and a promise to meet up again soon.
When you got home Sam was lounging on the sofa, watching football. You hadn’t seen him yesterday afternoon after your ‘self-care’ session, or this morning when you’d headed out to meet Nat.
“Hey Sam, whatcha doin’?”
You lifted up his legs, sat down on the sofa and placed his socked feet back on your lap.
“Chillin’. Watching the Saints whup the Falcons.”
If he felt you start at the word falcon, he didn’t show it.
“Like, the Saint’s are my boys, but really, the Falcons fucking suck this season, and it just makes it boring for everyone.”
He decreased the TV volume and turned all his attention on you.
“Have a good catch-up with Nat? Steve texted me and we went for a run while you two stuffed your faces.”
“Yes, it was great! She and Steve are still sickenly in love…”
Sam snorted. “Don’t I fucking know it. He needs another topic of conversation…”
“But we did agree that we should all meet up to do something together. What are your plans for next Saturday?”
“Nothin’ at all, Squish.”
“How about a day out on Coney Island? I haven't been there in ages.” You barely waited for his answer before you were texting Nat to set up the plans. You didn’t notice Sam looking at you as if he were trying to observe the very depths of your soul.
“There we go”, you announced. “All organised. They’ll come here at 10am and then we can all catch the train together.”
“I have to say, you’re looking a lot better today than you did yesterday.”
You dipped your head, embarrassed. “Um, yeah, not my finest hour. Thanks for not taking the piss too much and bringing me that snack.”
Sam shifted, swinging his legs off your lap and turning so he was sitting next to you, bringing you into a side hug.
“No problem. I gotta look after my Squishy, otherwise how will I get awesome food cooked for me? And anyway, I thought you might need energy for whatever you were gonna get up to once you woke properly. Was I right?”
You peered at him, slightly confused. What was he getting at? A jolt of panic shot through you; had he heard you ‘entertaining’ yourself?
“I…um…well it gave me the energy to have a shower, change the sheets and go back to bed, so…um…yes, you were right…”
He looked back at you and for a moment you were lost in the depths of his eyes. Then, without warning, he got up, heading over to the kitchen and putting the kettle on.
“Tea?” He asked as he got your mugs down from the cupboard? “I’m gonna make a coffee then I got some prep work I gotta do before work tomorrow evening.”
“What about the game?” You turned to look at the screen, only to see that the match had come to end, the Falcons having suffered the most embarrassing defeat at the hands of the Saints. For some reason you were a bit sad, part of you had been rooting for the team. Get a grip, just because they have the same name as your current obsession…
Sam placed your mug on the coffee table, and then to your surprise dropped a kiss to the top of your head. “See you in a bit, Squish. You doing dinner or am I?”
“I’ll do meatloaf - if you go out and get some red wine. We’re all out.” You answered without thinking, head still reeling over the soft kiss.
“Sure thing, later.”
He closed his door firmly, and you sat there, somewhat dazed at the moment of domesticity between you. Fuck. You needed a boyfriend, or at least a good dicking down; you were starting to get housewife fantasies over your roommate…
Monday afternoon and you knew you had to get a handle on yourself. You knew you had a tendency to hyper-fixate on new things, but you’d spent nearly all day preoccupied about USFalcon’s stream this evening. You’d treated yourself to watching another of his old ones last night; from Halloween, where he’d been wearing a white leather harness with wings attached and a white, shiny thong. He made dressing as an angel so sinful.
But tonight, as you were going to watch live, you could tip him in real-time, send messages about what he was doing and what you liked. Yeah, other folk were going to be doing that too, but it still felt more intimate.
There had been something though, as you’d watched last night. Some kind of niggling feeling. It teased at your brain like a familiar smell, or a word that was on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t quite get out. Familiar and unknown all at the same time. You tried not to worry; your brain liked to play tricks on you on a regular basis and you knew it would come to you eventually.
When you got home, Sam was in his room, his cycling shoes with the cleats discarded in the vicinity of the shoe rack. You tutted your yourself and straightened them, mainly so you didn’t cut yourself on the sharp metal. It was 6pm and the live stream was due to start at 8.30pm. At least you wouldn’t have to come up with an excuse to abandon Sam; his evening job started at 8pm so he wouldn’t be around to walk in on you. You knocked on his door though.
“Sam, I’m back!”
He opened his door slightly, sticking his head through the gap. He looked a bit stressed, which wasn’t normal for him.
“Hey, Squish… I ordered for pizza, if that’s okay? I’m right in the middle of something important, so when it gets here can you just pop mine outside my door? Might be able to talk later if you’re still up when my shift finishes.”
You had to admit you were taken aback. This wasn’t the normal Sam you knew, but then again, work kicked everyone’s ass on occasion so you decided to cut him some slack.
“Um, yeah. Sure thing. Have a good shift, and you know, if you ever wanna vent, you know where I am.”
He grinned, and your stomach flipped.
“You gonna be my Mallowy therapist now?”
You stuck out your tongue in reply and made your way down the hall to your room, all to the sound of his deep chuckle and click of his room door closing.
An hour later and you’d had your shower and dressed yourself in a comfy sleep set. You’d make a drink whilst waiting for the pizza to arrive.
You took your mug off the draining board and dried it with a dish cloth before deciding to make Sam a drink to go with his pizza as well.
The kettle was squealing as the doorbell rang so you quickly turned the stove off before going to answer the door. Luckily, Sam had paid when he’d ordered and you took the boxes from the delivery guy with a smile before kicking the door closed. You made the drinks and went and knocked on Sam’s door.
“Pizza’s here!”
You shouted through the closed door. Your ears picked up some shuffling sounds and a strange scraping and then a somewhat muffled response.
“Ah, just leave it outside the door. I’m just a bit tied up for a moment.”
“Want me to bring it in?”
You swore you heard a strangled squeak, before his muffled voice sounded again.
“No, no, that’s okay. Outside is fine…”
He really was acting strange this evening.
“Well, okay then. Have… um… have a good shift.”
You placed his pizza and mug of coffee outside his door, collected your own from the kitchen, and retreated to your room. As you ate, you set up your laptop, your good headphones, and your favourite toys and lube from your bottom drawer. As the clock approached 8.30, you cleared away your pizza box and mug, washed your hands, and then returned to your bed, laying out a towel.
You clicked on USFalcon’s page and a video window popped up with a countdown timer. You whipped off your pyjama shirt and shimmied out of your shorts, comfortable on your bed in just your underwear. The countdown hit zero and the video faded in to show the familiar backdrop and what looked like a velvet draped high backed chair. Music started to play, something exotic and evocative.
When USFalcon’s distinctive body sashayed into the frame your mouth dropped. His skin, so delicious looking normally, was covered in a layer of gold body paint, stylised black geometric patterns gracing his arms, chest and thighs, some kind of furred cloth covering his groin.
His head was in shot this time, but he had a mask covering his eyes, with a fine gauze attached to it, reminiscent of belly dancers, so that all his features were hidden. Then it hit you- apart from his mask and veil, he’d recreated another outfit from The Mummy; this time Anaksunamun.
The part of your brain that housed the niggling feeling started up again. You watch the Mummy with Sam and then you discover a sexy cam boy cos-playing the characters? What were the chances? No, it must be just a coincidence; with Brendan Fraser back in the public consciousness there had been a resurgence in interest in the film. That must be it.
A shake of USFalcon’s hips made you return your attention to the screen. He was putting on a little dance swaying to the music and rolling his hips. Fuck, you could wash laundry on his abs, should you feel so inclined!
He ghosted his palms across his nipples making the dark nubs pebble up, and all you could think about was biting them. His thumbs danced delicately around the thin cord holding up his furry ‘thong’, drawing attention to the gold metal cuffs around his wrists and the rings on his fingers. You could imagine how the cold metal would feel against your skin; taking hold of your arms, stroking up your thighs, wrapping around your throat…
You slid your hand down across your stomach and into your panties, finding your pussy already dripping. You started to slowly circle your clit as you turned your attention back to the screen. The thong dropped away, and you sucked in a breath; the gold body paint and black line work extended down that beautiful cock. The lighting in the room made it shine and you couldn’t hold back your own moan as you took it all in. You leant across to the laptop and clicked the button to send a tip.
He didn’t immediately take hold of himself, but slowly shimmied around in a circle, showing off his tight buttocks and the design that extended over them. He definitely got points for maximum effort and dedication to his fans. When he finished his turn he backed up, seating himself on the edge of the chair, legs wide apart. Reaching briefly out of frame, he pulled his hand back to show a small gold ewer. He tipped it up, a drizzle of oil spilling out into his palm. He placed his hand between his splayed legs and you swore your heart stopped as he started to circle around the furled muscle of his hole, smearing the oil over his flesh. He leant back in the chair, abs tensing, cock bobbing as he let out a salacious moan as his finger pressed in.
“Fuuuuck…”
Your own finger pressed into your wet pussy, your rhythm matching his. His free hand rubbed across his chest, the black lines of paint smearing as he squeezed his pec and plucked at his nipple. You copied that action too. When he added a second finger, you did as well, the coil of desire inside you tightening. He trailed his hand down his body, across his abs, until he took hold of his cock. He looked so debauched, head thrown back, fingers pressed tight inside him, body paint smeared across his chest and now his engorged length. Your own hand moved to your clit.
Another punched out moan came from him as he pressed a third finger into himself, an answering whine falling from your own lips. His hips rolled on the chair as he fisted himself in time with the thrust of his fingers. His sounds were so restrained; you wished he would let himself go, let himself fully vocalise his pleasure. You imagined how he would sound, in tandem with you, your cries merging together in an erotic symphony as you worked yourselves together towards your peaks, eyes locked…
You couldn’t stifle the sound that came from you as your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt clenching on your fingers, your hips snapping up as each wave of pleasure rolled through your body. As you sagged back into your pillows you realised that USFalcon was still somehow going. The man had stamina!
Wiping your hands on the towel, you deposited another tip on his account. You couldn’t be certain, but you were sure his head turned to the side briefly, as if he was watching his computer screen. He twisted the wrist between his thighs, that deep grunt signally he was nearing his own end. You imagined he was having to bite down on his lip as the hand on his cock stuttered once, twice and then he was cumming, the sticky fluid destroying the rest of the body paint on his cock.
He lay replete for a few moments, probably gathering his thoughts before he withdrew his fingers from his body and sat up. He stared into the camera and there was something about his eyes, the way they felt familiar, and as though he was staring straight at you. He got up from the chair, sauntering towards the camera, before moving behind it. His body paint was smeared from sweat and from being rubbed against the velvet covering the chair, and he looked like sex personified.
As the screen faded to black he must have nudged the camera a bit, as a different bit of the room came into focus for a moment. You froze, hand reaching out to close down the browser window. You felt the blood drain from your face.
No…
I couldn’t be…
Your eyes must have been deceiving you…
You didn’t just see the handle of a very distinctive mug in the edge of the shot.
You couldn’t rewind to check; you’d have to wait until USFalcon uploaded the video to his archive page. Then you’d be able to freeze frame that point, that’s if he didn’t edit it out. You got up, went to the bathroom, and washed yourself up before returning to your room and tidying your bed. Navigating to the archive, you pressed the refresh button, but the latest video didn’t appear. To be fair, he was probably still recovering himself.
Leaving your room you snuck down the corridor on tiptoes. Pausing outside Sam’s door, you pressed your ear against the wood. You could hear some kind of music, but it was so faint you couldn’t make it out. Should you knock? But if you were wrong, and he was working, you’d be disturbing him.
You carried on down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing yourself a glass of water and quietly returning to your room. It was getting on for 9.30pm by now, and you had to be up early for work.
Flopping down on your bed, you grabbed your book and tried to read, breaking off to refresh the web page every few minutes. You picked up your phone, pondering, before sending off a text. You placed down your phone and worried the tip of your thumb with your mouth. An insistent buzzing a few moments later had you snatching it back up.
You peered at the screen, willing it to give up some more information of its own accord. Was he just being his usual friendly and cheeky self, or did he mean anything specific with that comment? You were confused and anxious.
You tapped refresh again to no avail, going back to your book and reading the same paragraph over and over. Eventually you threw it to the side in frustration. You went and cleaned your teeth and face and on your return were finally rewarded. The video was loaded.
You clicked on it, muting the sound and moving the scroll bar along to the last minute. You tried not to focus on the sight of his cock and his hands working himself, your brain telling you to feel embarrassed, not horny, as you watched him come. You tried to focus on the parts of his body you might recognise. The hands maybe?
When you rewatched him gaze into the camera, you were almost 100% certain, there was no mistaking those eyes. Then he got up and the camera jolted and you paused the video. And there it was.
Not a figment of your imagination.
You almost felt as though your throat was going to close up. The black bicycle shaped handle, attached to a grey mug.
There were too many coincidences now for it to just be your imagination. Sam’s second job wasn’t in tele-sales or something like that.
He was a Camboy.
He was your Camboy.
You’d been getting off on watching your roommate - the roommate you might have a teensy crush on - well, getting off too.
Oh fuck.
Did he know you were subscribed? Is that why he made the comment? How were you going to look him in the eye now?
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You managed to get out of the apartment without seeing Sam on Tuesday morning. You heard him go out for his run and threw yourself into gear, making sure you got ready and out, onto the bus at the local stop before he returned. Your colleagues knew something was up, even if your earlier than usual appearance in the office wasn’t a massive clue. They kept needling you but you weren’t talking.
You weren’t sure how you managed not to give yourself away when Helen and Sophie started talking about USFalcon’s latest stream when you all went out to get lunch.
“Well, he obviously enjoys doing it all. Just look at all the time and research he put into his outfit and staging.”
“I wonder if he has a partner and what they think about it.”
“If I was his girl, I’d find it hot and jump him as soon as he finished streaming.”
“I might even ask to join in!”
The pair fell about cackling, no longer noticing how reserved you were.
You spent the rest of the afternoon thinking. Sam was putting himself out there; he was doing this because he wanted to and in the expectation that he’d be seen. You weren’t doing anything wrong in enjoying the material that he was putting out into the public domain. You were a grown woman with a healthy libido and you had nothing to be ashamed of.
Was it awkward?
Okay, a bit. And now you knew it was him you weren’t going to watch again, cos that would just be weird, right?
You still managed to avoid him during the evening, not entirely on purpose. Your mom rang you to catch up and was in one of her chatty moods. The only time you saw Sam was when he knocked on your door to deliver your tub of chow mein. You smiled at him, too distracted by your mom telling you all the details of your second cousin’s latest job venture disaster to remember to act awkward as he passed you the white box, your chopsticks, and your Squishmallow mug full of tea.
You woke on Wednesday morning determined to act more normal with Sam. He was your friend and your roommate and didn’t deserve this cold shoulder treatment from you just because you’d discovered his secret. You greeted him at the door as usual as he came in from his run with your coffee and you were heading out to get your regular bus.
“Hey, Squish, didn’t really see you yesterday. You alright?”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I had a load of work on, and then my mom needed to tell me all the gossip from back home. Wanna eat tonight?”
“You cooking?”
He smiled at you, broad and bright, and your stomach flipped. The attraction you’d had for him, that you’d brushed off as just a healthy response to being so close to an attractive man, increased in magnitude. You ducked your head away, trying not to imagine hearing his moans close up, feeling his skin against yours.
“Um, yeah. Thinking something simple like steak and fries?”
“Sounds great. I’ll pick up a tub of ice cream on the way home from that place you like.”
“Thanks, Sam. I’ll see you later; gotta scoot for the bus.”
You were still somewhat reserved throughout your evening together. There were some awkward silences when you’d get lost in your thoughts, staring at him, or you’d get too close to him in the small space of the kitchen and just freeze, feeling the heat crawl up your cheeks.
After the meal, when you both went to eat your ice cream whilst sat on the sofa, you kept to your end, legs tucked up, instead of one of your lazy sprawls where you and Sam would end up with your legs tangled together, or you pressed up against his side, using him like a pillow.
Every so often you thought you caught him watching you, a small smile on his face. He couldn’t know you were one of his subscribers, because surely he would’ve mentioned it by now?
As it got late, you got up from the sofa and went to make yourself a bedtime drink. When you walked back past him, towards your bedroom, he reached out his hand and took hold of yours.
“You okay, Squish?”
He thumb rubbed over your knuckles, and he tipped his head back to look up at you from his seat on the couch.
God, why did he have to be so handsome?
“Yeah, um… just tired I guess. Got a lot on my mind.”
“You still up for movie night tomorrow? Thought we could get Indian for a change?”
“Sounds great, Sam. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sweet dreams, Squishmallow.”
He slowly let go, almost as if he were reluctant to stop touching you, and as you made your way to your room you swore you could feel the prickle of his gaze on your back.
You bumped the front door closed with your hip, hands holding the carrier bag containing your feast. Meandering your way across the lounge, you placed the bags on the coffee table and started to unpack the various tubs.
“Sam! Can you get the plates and cutlery from the kitchen?” You shouted through to him, knowing he’d ducked into his room when he’d gotten home to get showered and changed.
“Sure thing, Squish.”
You yelped, standing up straight and spinning on the spot as his reply unexpectedly came from closer than you expected. A lot closer. In fact he was right behind you, or rather now, right in front of you. Your nose was almost touching the dip in his collarbone and you were suddenly aware of several things.
Firstly, his skin was still slightly damp from his shower, a few small droplets clinging to him. Secondly, you knew this because he was shirtless. You’d never been this close to him shirtless before, hence why you hadn’t recognised him in that first video, but still, there was no way this beautiful body could belong to anyone else. Thirdly, whatever shower gel he used had a scent in it that was doing things to you. You wanted to breathe him in, rub your face over his chest, scenting him like an animal. Then fourth, and finally, you were aware of the throbbing between your legs, the pulsing of your clit in time with your heartbeat.
“I… um… you…”
He took a step back, a coy smile forming on his lips.
“You alright? You look a bit….warm.”
He turned, going to get the bits from the kitchen, and you just gaped at his back like a fish. He had a pair of grey sweatpants on, hanging low on his hips, showing off his muscles and clinging to his ass. All you could see in your mind’s eye was him touching himself, his abs clenching, makeup smearing…
Get it together, woman.
You shook your head to snap yourself out of your thoughts and finished opening all the containers before withdrawing to your corner of the couch, feet tucked up under you. As Sam returned from the kitchen, he tapped against your knees with his hand.
“You can’t eat like that.”
You unfolded with a sigh and then started slightly when he sat down right next to you, his thigh pressed up against yours. He placed a plate in your lap and leant across to grab the first foil container, dishing out some of the fragrant food to you before placing the remainder on his plate. Next, he grabbed the remote, quickly flicking to the right streaming service with ease.
“I thought we could continue our appreciation of Brendan Fraser and watch George of the Jungle, whaddya think, Squishy?”
With a mouthful of fish pakora, all you could do was nod.
As you ate and watched the antics of fish out of water, George, you found yourself starting to relax, the awkwardness melting away. Full of food and plates abandoned to the coffee table, you didn’t really notice Sam putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to relax against him. When he laughed along with the film, you could feel the rumble in his chest under your head and your hand where they rested on him. As that awareness came to you, you also realised how smooth his skin was under your fingers and your cheek.
“Which outfit looks sexier? The billowy white shirt and black pants combo, or the leopard-skin loincloth?”
Sam’s question jerked you out of your reverie and you turned your head to look up at him. Which you quickly realised was a mistake. Your faces were close together, his eyes looking directly into yours.
“Um… I think an argument could be made for either. Cos you know, there’s um… something quite erotic about someone being partially covered, you’re… err… teased by what you can’t see. But then the loincloth, yeah, that’s also … umm… good.”
“Girl, are you just constantly horny on main?”
His teasing lightened the air of tension.
“You started it, Wilson!”
You poked him in the chest, and he tightened his arms around you, resting his head against yours. He shifted his body and you settled closer, allowing yourself the indulgence.
“Watch the film, Mallow-girl.”
You tried not to notice how his thumb brushed back and forth across your arm.
You weren’t going to watch. Nope. You’d only logged on so you could cancel your subscription.
Liar.
It was just a total coincidence that you hadn’t had time to do so until five minutes before his Friday night stream was due to start. Total coincidence.
Liar.
Maybe you’d just wait long enough for it to start and send him a last tip, then you’d unsubscribe.
Pants on fire.
Whatever remaining fragment of good intention you’d had went out of the window when the stream started. The background music was ambient jungle sounds, and when his body moved into shot you didn’t know whether to cuss him out or melt into a puddle, because now you knew why he’d asked you about George’s outfits last night.
Framed without his head in view, he wore a billowy white shirt and tight, black dress pants, that were already straining. He circled his hips as he slowly undid the buttons on the bottom half of the shirt. He ran his hands up and down his body and round his waist in an imitation of a lover's touch. The shirt fluttered to the floor as he continued to caress himself, teasing his nipples into stiffened peaks.
You couldn’t draw your eyes away now. You’d touched that chest, albeit innocently. You knew how warm his skin was, how soft, yet also firm, it felt.
His hips swayed from side to side as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, quickly shoving them down his thighs to reveal a straining leopard print thong underneath. You felt like you were gonna have heart failure.
He turned sideways to the camera, bending back slightly, hips thrust forwards, as he drizzled oil over his pecs, and slowly started to oil up his body. His hand slid inside the thong, cupping and caressing himself, but then pulled back out without really revealing anything.
He then turned his back to the camera, and once again, swinging his hips, showed off his firm, high buttocks as his fingers slid under the thin waistband of the thong. He teased the camera by pulling it down slightly, then back up, before bending forward to show his back, shoulders and back of his head, and pulling the scrap of fabric down. Fuck, you wanted to eat his ass; it looked fucking delicious.
Turning back to the side, the oiled front of his body shining under the lights, he reached off screen, hand returning holding a masturbation sleeve. He must’ve already prepped it because he slid it over his cock with a moan, and started to thrust his hips up, fucking himself into the lubed, textured silicone. The sleeve was opaque, and you got a thrill from watching him move through it, the tip of his cock every so often making its way out of the end.
Sam USFalcon moaned and grunted as he jerked himself. You watched his hips snap, and imagined he was fucking up into you, that it wasn’t a sex toy wrapped around cock, but your pussy, clenching down on him and soaking him with your arousal.
You hadn’t even really registered what you were doing until you realised that your own orgasm was almost upon you, that you had one hand down your shorts and the other up your top.
The idea of watching him knowing who he was, gave you a thrill. Knowing that he was just a few feet down the corridor, working himself…
You cried out as you came, curses falling from your lips as you watched him reach his own peak, the snapping of his hips losing rhythm and that delicious restrained noise falling from his lips.
You were breathing hard as you watched him move off camera, the screen fading to black.
This is wrong.
The voice in your head nagged at you, and you knew you shouldn’t, couldn’t do this again.
You already had inappropriate feelings for your roommate, and there was something so voyeuristic about watching him like this that it made you feel like a Peeping Tom. Before you could change your mind, you reached out and pressed the unsubscribe button. You slid off your bed and into the bathroom, feeling so down, despite the post orgasm endorphins.
You washed your hands and splashed cold water onto your face and walked back through to your room. You’d barely sat back down on the bed before there was a loud thumping on your door.
“Squishy, open up. I gotta talk to you.”
Your heart plummeted.
“Go away, Sam, I’m not feeling good. Just wanna be left alone.”
“Open the goddamn door, MarshmallowSquishy99.”
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
So he did know. Time to face the music. You crossed the room, drew in a deep breath and straightened shoulders, before opening the door. Sam stood there, wearing a mid-thigh length red silk robe, haphazardly tied at the front. His eyes pinned you like a butterfly to a board.
“You really thought I wouldn’t recognise your username?”
“I didn’t know it was you when I first signed up. I saw a video when I was out with the girls drunk and signing up was a hungover, bad decision.”
He took a small step forward, making you instinctively step back further into your room.
“Such a bad idea that you watched my live stream on Monday and tipped me, twice.”
“It was only at the end I worked out it was you.”
He stepped closer again and raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
“You… you knocked your camera at the end, part of your mug, the one I bought you, ended up in frame for a split second.”
“And you noticed that? But you didn’t unsubscribe then did you? No, you decided to act odd all week, watch me when you thought I wasn’t looking, then watch this latest stream - which I did for you, by the way - and then unsubscribe. A little rude, don’t you think?”
“Rude? Now hang on a minute, I… what do you mean for me?”
The sound of the door closing made you realise that he’d backed you fully into your room. Your legs bumped into your bed, and you sat down on it, with a squeak.
“Well, baby, you inspired last week’s video, and when you signed up on Sunday night I couldn’t believe it. You made me want to get the one on Monday just right.”
He leant over you, hands on the mattress, each side of your hips, caging you in and making you lean back.
“The two tips made me think that you really liked it. So I decided that I would do tonight’s stream just for you, pick something you liked, then what do you do? Unsubscribe on me. Makes me feel a little unwanted, to tell you the truth.”
“It’s not like that, Sam. I meant to unsubscribe as soon as I realised it was you, and then I thought that was silly and… I didn’t mean to watch tonight, but it started and… “
He lifted a finger and dragged it down the side of your face, and you shivered under his touch.
“So you liked what you saw then? I’m glad. I like you, Squishy, and I’m hoping that, maybe, you like me too. We have fun together, and now you’ve seen me naked and kept watching, so it can’t be all bad.”
His voice was soft and low and thick with lust.
“Tell me, did you like what you saw? Did it turn you on? I imagined it was you with me so many times, and fuck, when I realised you were watching…”
His face was so close to yours, his voice hypnotic. Your eyes fluttered closed and your breath was ragged in your throat. His hand was resting on your shoulder, thumb stroking your neck.
“Come on, sweetheart, tell the truth now…”
Your voice came out, barely louder than a whisper.
“Yes..”
“That’s not a proper answer.”
“I liked it. Okay?”
“Did you touch yourself? Did you cum, watching me?”
His hand trailed down, off your shoulder, across your collarbone and down towards your breast.
Your back arched, pressing yourself up into his hand, and a whine escaped you. He pressed forwards, forcing you to lie down on the bed, his body covering yours. Your hands came up, fisting into the red silk.
“Sam…”
“Yes, Squish?”
“Shut the fuck up and just kiss me, please.”
“Whatever you want…”
His lips were soft on yours, so warm and gentle and right. Your hands slid under the silk, and ran over his skin, letting yourself explore everywhere you could reach.
His tongue begged entry to your mouth, and you granted it, sucking on the intruding muscle and scraping your teeth along it, enjoying the hiss he let out. You came out of your lust-addled stupor then, your desire turning passionate and primal.
Your hands fought briefly with the knot holding his robe closed before you pushed it over his shoulders, fully baring his body to you. You shimmied out of your shorts, and his hands pulled your top over your head. There were no words, just sounds of pleasure as you explored each other with mouths and lips and fingers.
You playfully tussled for dominance with him as you tried to kiss down his body towards his cock.
“I swear to god, Sam, I will end this here and now if you don’t let me do this…”
He laughed, taking hold of your hips and turning you around, before lifting you, settling your core over his face and diving right in. His cock twitched in front of your face, a rivulet of pre-cum running down it, as he took his first taste of you. It danced again as he heard you moan and felt you grind down on his face.
It took you a moment, but then you had his cock in hand and were licking the salty drop off the side of it. His moan vibrated into your pussy as you took him in your mouth, hot and silky and hard.
Sam deployed every trick, using his tongue and fingers on your sopping pussy until you had to abandon your own task, just letting his cock lie heavy in your mouth and muffling your cries as you came.
He gave you no respite, flipping you onto your back on the mattress and turning himself to align with you, lips pressed to yours, your fingers entwined as your hands lay up by your head.
“You need me to get a condom, Squish?”
His cock pressed up against your stomach, wet from saliva and pre-cum.
“No, please, Sam. ‘M on the pill, ‘n trust you.”
One of his hands left yours for a moment as he guided himself into you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and his hand came back to yours, you foreheads pressed together as he slowly pushed inside you. Your breath stuttered out of your lungs as he filled you, a feeling just as right as that first kiss.
“You’re so perfect, baby. Fuck, feels so much better than I could imagine.”
“It’ll feel even better when you start to move, Wilson.”
“Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be? You gonna be bossy in bed?”
“Hey, I’ve been dreaming about this dicking down for a week. Can you blame me after you’ve been flaunting the goods?”
“Well I’m about to rock your world, baby girl. You’ve seen the moves, now get ready to feel them.” He punctuated his words with a couple of small thrusts of his hips and your muscles clenched down on him.
“Big words, Sammy, little action.”
He shut you up with a deep kiss, and then started to move. You clung onto his shoulders, nails digging into the muscles. Then Sam did something you didn’t expect; he made noises. Not the small grunts and moans from his videos, no, but loud, salacious sounds of pleasure, peppered with curses and praise.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Squeezing me so tight. I ain’t ever gonna leave this pussy, I swear.”
His hips snapped up, and you saw stars, the feeling almost overwhelming you. Carefully, he moved your legs, one at a time, up from his waist and onto his shoulders, almost folding you in two as he drove into your weeping hole.
“Oh God, Sam…yes, fuck, yes.”
“Touch yourself. Touch yourself for me; make yourself cum around this dick.”
He changed the angle of his hips, as you slid your hand down between your bodies. His cock grazed over that sensitive spot inside you, and you drew tight circles over your clit, causing your eyes to roll back in your head, your mouth slack, each of his thrusts punching a moan out of you.
Now there was just the sound of skin on skin and the sighs and groans that went with it. Sam kissed at your neck as you clung onto him with one hand, grounding yourself to him as you chased your pleasure.
“Come on baby. Come on; cum for me. Cum for me; fuck.”
“Sam, I… I… oh fuck. Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
You crashed over the precipice, your body shaking under him. In response, Sam moaned into your neck, his hips snapping up a few more times before you felt him twitch inside you, filling you with his cum.
Somehow Sam managed to roll the pair of you so you were lying half on top of him, still joined for a while until your body let him go. He pressed kisses to your forehead and brow, stroking his hand up and down your back, both of you just enjoying the afterglow and being held by the other. Eventually, though, Sam broke the silence.
“Squish…”
“Mmmm.”
“We gotta clean up. I’m actually still a bit oily.”
“Like you oily…”
“Perv. And you gotta go to the bathroom. Whilst I very much like the idea of you leaking me through the night, the reality is never as pleasant. Also, we’re the wrong way round on the bed and it feels weird. Let’s wash up, and then, if it’s okay with you, I’ll come back here, okay?”
You turned yourself in his arms, cupping his cheek and kissing him sweetly.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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“Why aren’t they answering? We organised to meet them here at 10 and it’s already quarter past.”
“Have you still got your spare key? Open the door. What if there’s a problem?”
Steve huffed at Nat and dragged the key out of his pocket, opening the door to his old apartment.
“Guys, where are you?”
Nat strode through the living room into the quiet apartment. She stopped by Sam’s room, the door uncustomarily ajar and stuck her head in. She turned to Steve, grinning.
“He’s not in there and his equipment is all still out.”
The pair tip-toed down the hall to Steve’s old room, and pressed their ears to the door, making out the sounds of two people sleeping. Steve turned to look at Nat.
“Took them long enough. Do you think she found out or he told her?”
“Well I’m guessing she found out after her big-mouthed co-worker Helen discovered his page.”
“How did she find it?”
Nat smiled at Steve mischievously.
“Oh, you sweet summer child.”
Then she dragged him out of the apartment, shutting the door behind them.
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November 6/21 Masterlist Update
Series
Laise tomber les filles (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All The Time)
Your Daddy Don’t Know (Frank Castle, The Punisher)
From Eden (Bucky Barnes, MCU)
Too much is never enough (Thor, Loki, MCU)
Too much is never enough Epilogues (Loki, Thor, MCU)
Yes, Sir (Peter Parker, MCU)
Blue Jean Baby (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, MCU)
Urban(e) (Thomas Shelby, Peaky Blinders)
Oh, what a night (Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers, MCU)
Candy Coated (Helmut Zemo, MCU)
Let me be your ruler (mob!Peter Parker, MCU)
Of something beautiful, but annihilating (Arvin Russel, The Devil All the Time)
Two of a Kind (Ransom Drysdale/Knives Out, Charles Blackwood/We Have Always Lived in the Castle)
One Shots
Never Have I Ever (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)
I.R.L. (camboy!Andy Barber, Defending Jacob), Part 2
To The Victors… (orc!Thor, MCU)
Go the Spoils (orc!Thor, MCU)
Welcome to Wanda’s (Wanda Maximoff, MCU)
Hunter’s Snare (orc!Loki, MCU)
Nothing Compares 2 U (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)
Let’s Stay Together (Sam Wilson, MCU)
#loki#thor#steve rogers#bucky barnes#andy barber#ransom drysdale#charles blackwood#peter parker#wanda maximoff#sam wilson#arvin russell#lee bodecker#zemo#brock rumlow#frank castle#mcu#marvel#defending jacob#avengers#captain america#the devil all the time#We have alway lived in the castle#knives out#peaky blinders#thomas shelby
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fic recs / may 2021
Happy summer! I know I missed last month’s fic recs so hopefully I’ll make up for it with these brilliant fics. Hope you guys enjoy!
warm water by @xbuchananbarnes Thor x reader: Thor comes home to find his love.
*passionate & burning by @peachyteabuck Thor x reader: You’re busy with working from home, but Thor has other plans for the day.
but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky Thor x reader: Thor comes back after they defeat Thanos and tries to make things right with you.
*all there’s left to do is run by spacelabrathor Dothraki!Thor x reader: Horse warlord Thor finds you a captive in a raid of a desert village and gives you a choice. Freedom by a quick death or taking his hand and going with him, to be his. You choose life, and with it, a husband who is wild and fierce and more than you could have ever imagined.
*summoned by @darklydeliciousdesires Old God!Thor x villager!reader: The buffet of offerings, all of which shall placate, appease and satiate every whim and desire of the gods is laid out and ready, you amongst them.
ships in the night by @sugardaddytonystark Pirate King!Thor x Dora Milaje mermaid!reader: When Thor, the infamous Pirate King, lays down anchor in Wakanda, the last thing you expect is for him to ask for aid from your own king. You volunteer your assistance, leaving the home you’ve always known to set sail with King Odinson and his crew.
*cut offs by @milaonthemoon Frank x reader: You get kidnapped and Frank has to get you out.
tired by @castawaybarnes Frank x reader: Keeping yourself awake waiting for Frank was getting easier once you got used to the bitterness of black coffee.
*ash painted lips by @sebbytrash Frank x reader: Frank is your lifeline, protecting you like only he can do but you harbour not-so-secret feelings for him that threaten to shake the foundation of this steady, necessary partnership.
scales of justice weigh the consequence by @inspiresimagine Frank x reader: the world is black and white until you find your soulmate. you’re a single mom in NYC accustomed to life as-is, but apparently, the universe has other plans. namely? frank castle.
*generosity by @pumpkin-stars Frank x reader: AKA: The five (or more) things Frank usually does when he fucks you, and the one time he does something different.
poltergeists for sidekicks by @bubble-tea-bunny Frank x reader: Frank’s lost count of the days he’s come home to you already fast asleep.
*frank + overstimulation by @honeychicana
*frank + rough sex by @sweeterthanthis
*frank + breath play by sweeterthanthis
*frank + doggy style by @honeydulcewrites
*frank + gun play by honeydulcewrites
*frank + gun play (2) by honeydulcewrites
*frank + gun play (3) by honeydulcewrites
*frank + overstimulation by honeydulcewrites
*frank coming home to you by honeydulcewrites
*untitled frank smut by @luciilferss
*playing with frank’s hair by inspiresimagine
frank + praise by inspiresimagine
*frank putting you in a headlock while fucking you by @punani
*nobody else but me by @allaboardthereadingrailroad Shane Walsh x reader: Shane knows exactly what you need.
the comet by @mcubabydotcom Steve x reader: You and Steve witness a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event.
*the punishment by ozarkthedog Nomad!Steve x reader: You disobeyed Steve and now you must make it up to him.
*headinthequinjet by xbuchananbarnes Steve x reader: Steve’s having a hard time breathing.
*shotgunning with chris by ozarkthedog
*cockwarming with chris by @buckyssimp
*a teal crushed velvet ride by @ozarkthedog Chris x reader: You love Chris’s Teal Velvet Pants. He notices and decides to indulge you.
*don’t look away by ozarkthedog Chris x reader: Chris fucks you against a mirror.
*keep the heat by ozarkthedog Andy Barber x reader: Andy fucks you in the coat.
*i don’t work jobs (i am a job) by @peachyteabuck Andy x reader: Andy needs to teach you that “staying at home” doesn’t preclude a little thing called “work.”
*worst behaviour by buckyssimp Professor!Bucky x reader: Bucky notices you staring at him during class.
*lipstick stain by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky x reader: Bucky could recognize that laugh anywhere.
bucky takes care of you by @buckyblues
*you better act like this dick belongs to you by buckyblues
*lazy day with bucky by buckyblues
*pegging bucky by buckyblues
*bucky tit fucking you by buckyblues
something new by @mxsamwilson Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes: Fellas is it gay to receive an intimate haircut from your boy? (ft Bucky being hopelessly in love with Sam but too much of an idiot to tell him).
*the magic word by @whateveriwant Bucky x reader: Bucky agrees to try something you’ve always wanted to do with him, but only under the condition that a certain word be employed if need be.
warm by @revengingbarnes Bucky x reader: “The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”
patterns by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky x reader: Bucky plays with your hair.
pretending to not feel alone by blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: Bucky, hopeless romantic, meets you, committed cynic. What could go wrong?
*bucky’s first time in 70 years by @luciilferss
*fluorescent adolescent by @ohbuckie College!Bucky x reader: Bucky fucks you on his bedroom floor.
*it’s a cruel summer by blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: You and Bucky are friends with benefits, but what happens when you realize you want more?
*sex on legs by @navybrat817 Bucky x reader: Bucky looks good in anything.
ride with me by @jurassicbarnes Detective!Bucky x Biker!reader: When his best friend forces him to third wheel on a road trip, Bucky doesn’t expect for it to become so eventful, let alone find something, or rather someone worth staying for.
*going live by @ritesofreverie Camboy!Bucky x reader: Your new neighbour looks familiar, where had you seen him before?
*stranded by @honeysucklesteve Dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader: When your car breaks down on the side of the road and your dad can’t come rescue you, he sends the next best thing.
if i could fly, i’d be coming right back home to you by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: Exile over, Sam comes home to you.
baby, i still see ya by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: Sam comes home, the future calling to him. He sees you again, and gets a little caught up in the past
*if you ever want to be in love by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: How your relationship with Sam falls apart and comes back together.
taller than me by @kaitsukibakugo Katsuki Bakugo x Izuku Midoriya: Katsuki has found love with someone who years ago he never would have expected. Now Deku is his husband and he’s noticed something else he never thought possible: Deku is taller than him.
*would you like to stay forever? by kaitsukibakugo Pro Hero!Kirishima Eijiro x reader: Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.
how your bnha fave acts when they realize they’re in love by @inthorantine
*bnha love island headcannons by @doinmybesthere
*first time bj headcannons by @shoutogepi
*the best pussy eater of mha by @dearestdynamight
passing the night stars by @hoe-doroki Hitoshi Shinsou x reader: The party was neon and you needed darkness.
*let’s talk about deku’s hands by @rat-suki
*waking up deku by spacelabrathor
*deku comes home after a late shift by doinmybesthere
*slow stroke king izuku by @sems-diarie
*champagne problems by @some-kindofgnome Katsuki Bakugou x reader: You were slipping between Bakugou’s fingers faster than ever now. Instead of letting it happen he clung to you even tighter. Instead of letting you go, instead of accepting that he’d driven this relationship into the fucking ground, he’d promised himself that he could still save it.
*presented by @tteokdoroki Dragon King!Katsuki x reader: On the twenty-first birthday of Katsuki Bakugou, an offering is made in his honour as he becomes chief of the dragons. Clans usually offer up sacrifices of berries or nuts, salts and fresh catches. But for those of Dargon’s blood, their offering is a mate... And that mate is you.
*domina by rat-suki Katsuki x reader: He’s just so hot when you get under his skin. You can’t possibly stop now.
*baby, i’m a haunted house by @ketslketslketsl Yakuza!Katsuki x reader: It’s been a long six months since you last saw him.
i’m a liability, get you wild, make you leave (i’m a little much for everyone) by @willowser Katsuki x reader: There’s no reason for Katsuki to be here. It’s all he can think, bitter, as he stares at the paint peeling from the door, exposing the wood grain underneath its thin coat. Old and distant, this house; too far from the city to make the trek worth it, for your job to make sense; too ancient to be lived in by the number 12 hero in Japan. If he closes his eyes, he can hear Lake Biwa from his position on your porch and the soft sway of the water almost calms down the storm that��s been building in him since he boarded the train, since he nearly snapped his phone in half.
*we are the foxes (and we run) by @spacelabrathor shoyo hinata x reader: After everything, the end of the world and the chaos and destruction that reigned after society fell, it takes a lot to surprise you. And yet, when you come to the edge of the pit, a gasp wrenches from you like someone gripped it in their fist and yanked. Laid out on the bed of leaves at the bottom of the pit is...something. Someone. Or, Hinata falls into reader’s pit trap after the end of the world. This is the story of how she pulls him out, drags him to her bunker, and they grow together.
*dark priest!Obiwan Kenobi by @mandosmimi
you’re the former babysitter of zemo’s son by @helahades
*mando doesn’t realize how big his dick is by @cptnbvcks
#masterlist#fic rec#fics rec#fic recs#starlightstevie#thor x reader#thor odinson#thor smut#frank castle#frank castle x reader#frank castle smut#the punisher#bucky x reader#bucky smut#bucky barnes#steve rogers#steve x reader#steve rogers smut#sam wilson smut#sam wilson x reader#deku x reader#deku smut#bakugou x reader#bakugou smut#bnha masterlist
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𝙍.𝘿. – Smut
mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles and headcanons.
Read the warnings for each fic.
Organized by author.
← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘋𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵
@afriendlyblackhottie -
Controlled - CEO!ransom x camgirl!black!reader
Love Me
Multiplying
plastic - sex pollen
Powerpuff - plus size!reader
Stress Relief
@agentofbarnes -
floating
no shame
@angrythingstarlight - A Word of Advice
@avintagekiss24 -
Hunted
[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber
We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader
@bluemusickid - A Deal with Drysdale.
@buckyownsmylife -
he hears you say your ex was better at oral
sunrise - jealous!ransom
you play strip twister together
@bunkerbucky - Got What He Wanted
@carolmaximoffs - teacher’s pet - college au, tutor!reader, virgin!reader, innocent!reader
@chrissquares -
Baby Daddy
I Like Trouble - bratty!reader
@chuckbass-love -
Hood Sex
The New Teacher - single dad!ransom, teacher!reader
Your Filthy Addiction
@cloudystevie -
73) “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”
bratty - DDLG
her cherry lips on his whiskey flavoured kiss - soft!ransom
@dadplease - a lesson to remember - dark!daddy!ransom x little!reader, DDLG
@donutloverxo - Vanilla
@drabblewithfrannybarnes -
Anything - wife!reader
A Valentine’s Cockfectionery
Cam Boy Ransom series - camboy!ransom
Cookies & Cream
Flesh of My Flesh - dark, dark religious themes, blasphemy
Sweet Smell of Golf
@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!Andy & ransom (twins) x reader
@fairyevans -
Deserves A Picture
Pool Party For Two
[Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader
@holdontorogers - Voulez-vous
@honeydulcewrites - smoking a blunt with Ransom
@kaiparker-avengerssmut - Online lessons
@kinanabinks - Leather Wallet, Velvet Purse
@needleandhammer - Fruition - soft dark!ransom, governor's daughter!reader
@ozarkthedog -
Fallen Leaves and Dirty Knees
Spit Kink HC
@punani - a man of god - priest!ransom, religious elements
@quietmyfearswith - perfect fit - tailor au, fashion designer!ransom
@stargazingfangirl18 -
Brat Tamer - bratty!reader
Daddy
Dirty Picture
Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve
Model Misbehavior - model!ransom
Our Little Secret
Piercings - part 1 is steve, part 2 is ransom
Possessive!Ransom ask
Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome - andy x reader, ari x reader
Restraint
Rouse
Simple Request
Tete-a-tete
@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom x black/woc! actress!reader
@steebsbabygirl - Pretty, Pleated Skirt
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork -
Can’t Wait, Can You
Needs
Ransom finds out you have a Alpha Kink. Guess what he wants you to call him during sex
Ransom really doesn't like you calling him Hugh
You Can’t Get Better Than A Thrombey
@sweeterthanthis -
Kinktober Drabbles Day 4: Creampie - Ransom Drysdale
That’s My Girl
Ripped Of Innocence - soft dark!ransom x religious!reader
@the-iceni-bitch -
Exhibition kink/drunk sex
Fighting All Night
Introducing Chaos
Let's Make a Mess
Sacrilege
Sex Against the Window
Sweet Revenge - ransom drysdale x reader x random female BGC
The Pleasure and the Certainty
@threeminutesoflife - Have You Any Wool?
@peachyteague - become a freak with my body
@wanderinglunarnights - Restraint
@wiypt-writes - Barking Up The Wrong Tree
#ransom drysdale#hugh ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale fanfic#ransom drysdale fic rec#ransom drysdale fanfiction#knives out#knives out au#smut fic rec#smut recs#ransom drysdale smut#ransom drysdale x fem!reader#ransom drysdale x reader smut#ransom drysdale x female reader#reader insert#hugh drysdale#smut#fic rec#knives out fic#ransom drysdale au#ransom thrombey drysdale#ransom thrombey smut#ransom thrombey x reader#ransom thrombey#ransom thrombey x you#ransom drysdale x you
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Okay call me sappy but can we have a list for proposals? And another for them getting married?
Edit: Here are Proposals and Weddings
Hi sappy, you are in good company! I do have a proposals list on the way but I can definitely add in a wedding list too. Double the matrimony! In the meantime, here are previously listed fics:
Proposal
“Political Animals” from Moms
“my love, he laughs like the flowers” from Flowers
“Howitzer” from Sports
“Food for Thot” from Vampires
“The Parent Snap” from Space
“Slide to Answer” from Wrong Number
“Left hand yellow” from Board Games
“(760): I literally cut myself out of my pants. Waste. Of. Money.” from Valentine’s Day
“Brooklyn” from Pride
“Drive It Like You Stole It: A Bodyswap” from Roadtrips
“Investigative Journalism” from Fake-Dating
“the person fifty-year-old me will be proud to have known” from Pride
“In This Last of Meeting Places” from Apocalpyse
“a marvelous gift” from Fairy Tales
Proposal + Wedding
“Let this be light work” from Video Calls
“The One Where Bucky is a Street Rat and Steve is the Prince” from Disney
“Too Long We Have Tarried” from Fake Married
“Sandwich ‘verse” from Sam Wilson
“Stop interrupting my grinding” from Wrong Number
“Easy Work for Easy Pay” from 21st Century
“@sgtbarnes1917 and @cptrogers1918″ from Avengers
“Camboy!Steve & Loyal Viewer Bucky” from Sex Work
Wedding
“Blossom like sunshine, nectar sweet as sin, the devil’s drink has pulled me in” from Alpha Bucky
“That Time Steve and Bucky Got Married” from Happy Fluff
“where can i put it down?” from Mermaids
“4 Minute Window” from Starter Pack
“Hold Me Hard and Mellow” from Royalty
“No Faraway Shore” from Presidents
“just say you do” from Fake-Married
“The Bargain” from Historical AU
“Against All Odds” from 5+1
“Doll Day Afternoon” from Crossovers
#Asks#Category Request#yes this list did get longer after I first posted it#I keep finding more pdfs#2/2 Posted
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TSB June Flash Week 1 Roundup!
Title: But I'm Not - Chapter 12: Promise Collaborator Name: rebelmeg Card Number: 05 Link: AO3 Square Filled : Found Family Ship: Pepperony, MIT Bros, Tony & Happy Word Count: 10827 Rating: Teen Major Tags: hurt/comfort, emotional, long-awaited happy ending Summary: Tony comes back, hoping to forget everything. The other three have something different, and harder, but so much better in mind.
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Title: Tower of Cotton Candy Collaborator Name: DarthBloodOrange Card Number: 02 Link: AO3 Square Filled : 5 - Cotton Candy Ship: N/a Word Count: 100 Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff Summary: Avengers Tower is covered in Cotton Candy. Tony is not impressed.
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Title: Happily Loved Collaborator Name: DarthBloodOrange Card Number: 02 Link: AO3 Square Filled : 4 - Married Ship: Steve Rogers/Thor Word Count: 100 Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff, Married Couple, Morning Cuddles, Summary: Steve never thought he'd ever get to be this happy.
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Title: Sleeping In Collaborator Name: DarthBloodOrange Card Number: 02 Link: AO3 Square Filled : 3 - Late Morning Ship: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Word Count: 100 Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Developing Relationship, Drabble Summary: Steve and Sam stay in bed, and cuddle...
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Title: Sunscreen? Collaborator Name: DarthBloodOrange Card Number: 02 Link: AO3 Square Filled : 2 - Pool Party Ship: Scott Lang/Steve Rogers Word Count: 100 Rating: Gen Major Tags: Magic Tricks, Bad Flirting, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Drabble Summary: Scott gathers is courage and approaches Steve Rogers at the Avenger's pool party.
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Title: Only One Bed... Collaborator Name: DarthBloodOrange Card Number: 02 Link: AO3 Square Filled : 1 - Only One Bed Ship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Word Count: 100 Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff, Humor, Hotels, Only One Bed, Shrunkyclunks, SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers is a little shit, Drabble Summary: ...Looks like they're gonna have to cuddle.
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Title: Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Mission 2 - Talk Dirty to Me Collaborator Name: PoliZ Card Number: 08 Link: AO3 Square Filled : 1 - Identity Porn Ship: WinterIron Word Count: 1613 Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Camboy, Identity Porn, Dildo Play, Phone Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Spitroasting Summary: Summary: Bucky's little camboy sidegig - where he plays 'Special Agent Jay' -- gets him attention from an unexpected quarter. Mission Two: TheMechanic checks in with Bucky, then asks him to talk through the scenario from the show: being spitroasted by Captain America and Iron Man. To Bucky's pleasant surprise, TheMechanic joins in and shows off a bit of knowledge of Iron Man's armor.
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Title: Gimme a Smooch Collaborator Name: Beck Card Number: 02 Link: Tumblr Square Filled : Pool Party Ship: Pepperony Word Count: N/A Rating: Gen Major Tags: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Avengers, Pepperony, MCU Summary: N/A
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Title: They're NOT 'Just Friends' Collaborator Name: Every-marveler-ever Card Number: 03 Link: Tumblr Square Filled : 1: Friends To Lovers Ship: Peter Parker x Tony Stark Word Count: 742 Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff, college roommates, friends to lovers, headcannon Summary: Head cannons about if Tony and Peter where ever roommates at MIT.
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My Masterlist [Part 2: moodboards, edits and fanart]
My Masterlist, Part 1: fics.
**I’ve also started a list of my 💚Aromantic Creations🖤
⭐️Creation tags: ‘otpcutie’ | ‘otpcutie fics’ | ‘otpcutie art’ | ‘otpcutie moodboards’ | ‘otpcutie edits’
Do not repost my works or use them for your own.
⭐️List of my fanart, edits and (some of) my moodboards:
Mostly for Marvel—if not, the fandom is listed.
🚀My fanart:
All my fanart is here on tumblr and posted to my fanart series on AO3.
Marvel, ship fanart:
Stony: Wobble
Stucky: Reel Him In
Winteriron: First Date Kiss
Stucky: Anniversary Ink
Stucky: Blanket Burrito Bucky
Marvel, other fanart:
Bucky Barnes: Pop! Beefy Bucky
Peter Parker: holiday Pop! figure
Doctor Strange: Pop! figure [my version]
Peter Parker: Pretty Baby Boy
Drarry Discord Drawble Challenges (Harry Potter):
[Tumblr tag: DDDC]
January, 2024: Leap Of Faith [‘moving’, mixing genres]
April, 2023: Lost In Green [‘untold’, Impressionism]
September, 2022: Frolicking [‘transition’, children’s book illustration]
August, 2022: Fun In The Sun [‘shine’, rainbow palette]
May, 2022: Duel [‘ocean’, inspired by the art of Ancient Greece]
April, 2022: Missing You [‘flourish’, stained glass]
January, 2022: Bloom [‘glass’, art nouveau]
October, 2021: Devotion[‘shiver’, renaissance style]
April, 2021: Amongst The Flowers [‘spring’, anime/manga]
February, 2021: Mischief [‘bubbles’, blue/green + one other]
January, 2021: Making an Entrance [‘borrowed’, art deco style]
December, 2020: In The Realm of Fairies and Elves [‘tradition’, children’s illustrations inspired]
October, 2020: “Mine.” [‘in the dead of night’, cult posters inspired]
September, 2020: Up In The Clouds [‘journey’, inverted colours]
August, 2020: Home Is Where You Are [‘return’, collage]
July, 2020: Shimmer [‘storybook’, monochromatic]
June, 2020: Sunset Kiss [‘midsummer’, sunset palette]
April, 2020: Bunny Boy [‘the less I know the better’, easter palette]
Drarry misc:
Rendezvous In The Woods (‘draw me in your style’ game)
Other:
Jughead Jones: Food > Everything Else
🚀My edits:
All my edits are here.
> Edits within my existing AUs/series:
All In AU: Bucky’s Instagram
All In AU: Daddy💕
🚀My moodboards:
All my moodboards are here.
> Moodboards for some of my ideas/aesthetics:
Archie comics, Jughead Jones:
Aro(ace) Jughead Jones aesthetic
Coraline:
AroAce Coraline Jones aesthetic
Harry Potter:
Drarry AU: A different path
Harry Potter AU: Aromantic Author!Harry
Draco Malfoy aesthetic
Marvel, Bucky Barnes:
AroAllo Bucky Barnes aesthetic (AU: Sweet Surrender)
Bucky Barnes AU: Baker!Bucky
Sub Bucky and his Domme
Winter Soldier aesthetic
Winter Soldier aesthetic (Green)
Marvel, Natasha Romanov:
Aromantic Natasha Romanov aesthetic
My Domme Natasha Romanov aesthetic
My brat/princess Natasha Romanov aesthetic
Marvel, Okoye:
Okoye aesthetic
Marvel, Peter Parker:
Punk little!Peter
Little!Peter “Sweet as sugar”
Little!Peter
Marvel, Sam Wilson:
Sam Wilson aesthetic
Marvel, Starker:
Starker AU: professor!Tony and student!Peter
Starker AU: punk!Peter
Starker AU: rock star!Tony and fanboy!Peter
Starker AU: cult leader!Tony and naive!Peter
Starker AU: dentist!Tony and patient!Peter
Marvel, Stony:
When Snow Falls (a Stony fic sneak peek)
Marvel, Stucky:
Stucky AU: Daddy!Steve and little!Bucky (Halloween edition)
Stucky AU: Camboy!Bucky
Stucky AU: little!Buck and Daddy!Steve (blanket fort editon!)
Stucky AU: Farmer’s Market
Stucky AU: Spa Day
Stucky AU: Summer Vacation
Stucky: yellow aesthetic
Marvel, Tony Stark:
Nebularomantic Aro Tony Stark aesthetic
Marvel, Winteriron:
Winteriron AU: siren!Tony and pirate!Bucky
Winteriron AU: cowboys
Marvel, Winterironspider:
Winterironspider AU: pool party
Winterironspider AU: Christmas
Winterironspider AU: Peter’s first tattoo
Winterironspider AU: galaxy
Marvel, Winterironspidershield:
Winterironspidershield AU: bar
Winterironspidershield AU: the bet
Winterironspidershield AU: tattoo parlour
Winterironspidershield AU: Sons of Anarchy
Winterironspidershield AU: Valentine’s Day
Marvel, Winterspider:
Winterspider AU: models
Winterspider AU: card sharks
Winterspider AU: criminal!Bucky and target!Peter
Winterspider AU: thieves
Marvel, Yelena Belova:
AroAce Yelena Belova aesthetic
Teen Wolf, Steter:
(Teen Wolf) Steter AU: dream team/murder boyfriends
(Teen Wolf) Steter AU: farmer!Peter and tourist!Stiles
> Moodboards accompanying my fics:
Note: I maxed out of links for this post so moodboards that accompany my fics can be found on My Masterlist: Part 1 (majority of them have one), by visiting the links to those fics.
> Other moodboards:
Baby boy Peter edits here and here.
(Criminal Minds) Spencer Reid season two look
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AN: Hey friends? How are we (and our underwear) doing after this first week of kinktober? Well, settle down, get some snacks and some water, because week two is here!
This fic is dedicated to my lovely friend @christywantspizza - love you!!!
I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.
Beta'd by @lunarbuck
Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.
Kinktober 2022 Master list | Main Master list | Series Master list
Pairing: CamBoy!Sam and Roomate!Reader (Squishy)
CW: Pegging, Mirror Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Sam being reduced to a whimpering, drooling mess
Wordcount: 1.3k
“Baby! Oh fuck!”
Sam’s cry echoed through your bedroom, and you felt his thighs shudder where they bracketed your face. Lifting your head, you nipped the firm muscle of his ass cheek and turned your head to look in the mirror.
It was at the side of the bed, so you could fully see the side profile of your lover on his knees, chest plastered to the bed, and his head turned towards the reflective surface. His erect cock hung heavy between his legs, shining with precum. You were on your knees behind him, having, until a moment ago, been playing with his delectable ass with your fingers and tongue. Around your hips was a leather harness, a generous 7-inch dildo fastened to the front.
“What is it, Sam?” Your voice was laden with faux concern. You crept a hand up his torso, skimming his ribs and giving one nipple a tweak. Sam cried out and you smirked. “You’re disturbing my meal…”
Ducking back down, you held his ass cheeks apart with your hands and pressed your tongue back onto his hole. It was already shiny with your spit and starting to relax under your relentless attack. He was making the most wonderful sounds as you ate him, rocking back on his knees. Every so often, you fondled his balls or his cock with your hand as you reduced him to a blubbering, needy mess.
You licked over the puffy ring of muscle, nipping and sucking on it, and pressing your tongue inside him. His entire body shuddered again, and you knew he was close. You pulled away and sat back on your heels, studying your canvas. Sam moaned at the loss of stimulation, but he knew what was going to happen next and swayed his hips, making the generous globes of his ass jiggle slightly.
You swatted him a bit harder than you meant to, and he hissed in response.
“Patience, Wilson.”
You grumbled dramatically under your breath about Prima Donna cam-boys and their levels of horniness as you grabbed the lube bottle. Feeling puckish, you held it up above Sam’s ass so he could see it in the mirror. Upending it, you let gravity do the work, a thin stream travelling down to land, nice and cold across his tongue-fucked hole. He let out a very satisfactory squeal as it hit.
“Ooops, did I forget to warm it?”
Before he could retort, you pressed your finger to him, smearing the sticky fluid around before pushing some inside with your finger. You watched his face in the mirror and revelled in the way his eyes rolled back.
“Fuck yeah, sweetheart. God, love your fingers in my ass. Please, gimme another.”
He pressed back and you smirked, rising up on your knees and curling over his body. As you did so, you pressed your finger in as deep as it would go and then crooked it. Your smile widened as he jumped.
“You’re forgetting who's in charge here.” You slowly pumped your finger, listening to his moans. “I say when you get another.”
You teased him for a few minutes more before adding your second, scissoring the pair of them and stretching him out. You added more lube until your fingers were gliding smoothly, whereupon you pressed in a third. Fuck, the sound that came out of Sam’s mouth at that moment more than made up for all his whining.
You continued to watch the play of emotions across his face, and the recurring thought about how utterly gorgeous he was returned to your brain.
His hips were rolling, his cock bobbing, and you were half tempted to let him cum like this. You put a hand on the small of his back, halting his movements, and his eyelids flickered as he met your gaze in the mirror. His pupils were dilated and he looked totally wrecked already.
“Baby, please! You’re such a tease.”
“Shh-shh. I got you, Sam. I got you.”
Slowly you removed your fingers, wiping your hand on a towel, before grabbing the lube bottle and adding a generous amount to your silicone cock and some more to his gaping ass.
“Here we go, just relax and breathe out for me…”
Carefully, you notched your tip into his hole and added a bit of pressure. It slipped in, and then, thanks to your prep and the lube, about half of the length went as well.
“Oh, fuuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s it baby. Fuck me!”
Your hands held his hips as you rocked back and forth, working all seven inches into your boyfriend's ass, unable to draw your eyes away from the sight of his body accepting the intrusion. In turn, Sam gripped the sheets and just stared in the mirror as he watched you claim him.
You bottomed out, the balls of your fake cock nudging up against his real ones. Drawing back slowly, you teased his opening with the flared tip before pushing back in, in one fluid movement, punching the breath out of his body.
“You like that, Sammy-baby?” You started up a steady pace, caught between watching the strap disappear into him and watching the pair of you in the mirror.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Oh god!”
He was pushing back on you know, practically fucking himself. A sheen of sweat covered his back, the sheets were messy underneath him, and when he wasn’t letting out curse words and whines, he was biting down on his lower lip. He was stunning.
Letting go of one of his hips, you slid your hand up his chest, pushing on it, making him come up onto his knees, his back flush to your front so that your nipples rubbed against him. Holding him there, you took hold of his weeping cock with the other hand.
“Open your eyes, Sam. See how we look. How beautiful you are like this…”
You started to move your hand up and down as you snapped your hips into him. His eyes flew open and his jaw dropped as he watched your reflection, saw, as well as felt, how you were fucking him.
“Baby, oh! Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Shit! Feels so good, aah!”
You felt his muscles tense as you watched his cock spurt, his cum arcing across the bed. You slowed your pace, but continued to gently thrust into him as the waves of pleasure washed over him and you slowly lowered him back down onto the bed.
You plastered yourself over his back for a few moments, as he shook through the aftershocks, before gently pulling out of him. He whimpered slightly, at the discomfort, but you kissed him on his brow as you passed him on your way to the bathroom.
You ran the bath, getting it nice and warm before going back to the bedroom and rousing your collapsed cam-boy.
“Hey, Sam. Bath’s ready. Let’s get you up and in, and I’ll change the sheets while you rest.”
He grinned at you, dopily.
“We should film that next time. Think of the tips we’d make.”
“Na-ah, Wilson- I’m not becoming a cam-girl and joining your scheme.”
He looked at you, eyes wide and lips pouting.
“Squishy! Please, baby. For me!”
Your lips twitched as you looked at him and you could feel your resolve weakening. You helped him up and supported him as he walked on wobbly legs through to the bathroom.
“Stop trying to coerce me, you perv.”
He stepped over the side of the bath and sunk down into the water, letting out a satisfied sigh as he did so. As you walked out of the bathroom he called after you.
“I’ll owe you more orgasms!”
You smiled as you pulled the bathroom door shut. You’d let him stew a bit longer before agreeing.
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