#holy fuckin shit i finally made a masterlist

[wynnyfryd]

🐳 howdy ✨

Hello there, lovely. Welcome to my blog. If you’re here I assume you’re also a deranged little doofus, and I love that about you. The brainrot gripped me and never let go, so this is primarily a steddie blog (and occasionally a personal one when I remember to check my asks.)

Steddie fic masterlist below. I also post a ton of drabbles and shorter stories on my blog, and if you want more content you can check out the monthly writing challenge I created and run with @steddieas-shegoes at @steddiemicrofic <3

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in progress

i don't know, you figure it out (trailer park steve au)

rated E | posting to tumblr in daily parts under #trailer park steve au, which will be added to ao3 as chapters are completed

ch. 1: part 1-5, ao3

ch. 2: part 6-8, ao3

ch. 3: part 9-12, ao3

ch. 4: part 13-18, ao3

ch. 5: part 19-22, ao3

ch. 6: part 23-27, ao3 | artwork by @inklessletter

bonus scene: stobin hangover brunch

ch. 7: part 28-32, ao3 | artwork by @foxprism

ch. 8: part 33-36, ao3

ch. 9: part 37-40, ao3

ch. 10: part 41-47, ao3

ch. 11: part 48-53, ao3

ch. 12: part 54-55, ao3

ch. 13: part 56-60, ao3

ch. 14: part 61-64, ao3

ch. 15: part 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | ao3

In which the Munsons get new neighbors, but instead of the Mayfields it’s the former King Steve and his recently widowed mom.

manic goblic dream boy

13.2k | not rated | 28/? chapters | ao3

this is where I archive all my tumblr drabbles when I remember to actually do that. each chapter is a standalone piece

completed fics

game, set, match

2.2k | E | good boy eddie munson pwp, written for @subeddieweek day 4 | ao3

baby it's cold outside (but it's real warm in your mouth)

9k | E | enemies to smothered, written with @griefabyss69 for @subeddieweek day 3 | ao3 | artwork by @donttellunclesam

Steve and Eddie get snowed in.

biting you biting you biting you- oh! kissing you!

2.5k | M | platonically non-platonic stobin crack with a dash of pre-relationship steddie | ao3

Get blackout drunk and French your friends: the musical.

it was love, love alone

2.5k | E | silly sweaty steddie sex | ao3 | podfic by @reena-jenkins

Steve and Eddie get freaky on the Hellfire throne.

nine of diamonds

1.1k | T | crack-fluff written while my train was delayed | ao3

a kinda-sorta-not-really Eddie POV sequel to ‘is this your card?’

Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!

5.8k | E | weirdly sentimental slut time based on this art by @inklessletter | ao3

Chicago 1994: Steve and Eddie move in together, then they watch a film.

yoga dom steve series

33.3k | E | dom steve x sub eddie kink exploration series | ao3

Eddie’s ADHD as hell and Steve’s a hot stretchy boi who’s gonna box breath the brain bees into submission. or something.

relax (lay it back): 12k | E | ao3 | cowritten with @gorgeousgreymatter-x for @flintandfuss’s birthday

relax (that’s that): 2.6k | E | ao3

a masterpiece of art, it’s true: 3.3k | M | ao3

i know it’s hard to do: 9k | E | ao3

blue dream: 6.3k | E | ao3

your kiss is on my list

2.3k | T | fluff, getting together | ao3

Steddie Week 2023, day 3: discover | first kiss | ‘kiss on my list’ by hall & oates

is this your card?

4.5k | T | hellhonk origins | ao3

Steve, Robin, and Eddie kill time in a bar.

damn right, you do

2.7k | T | prompt fill for @mcneen | ao3

Steve could use a hug. Fortunately Eddie's a great hugger.

Monsoon Season

6.1k | E | crack prompt author AU | ao3

Beloved children's author Eddie Munson, meet notoriously petty smut writer Steve Harrington.

TITS! Magazine

11.9k | E | art student Eddie x model Steve AU | ao3

Eddie finds a magazine, then he finds a man.

No Son of Mine

4.5k | M | angst, hurt-comfort | ao3 | podfic by wildishly

Steve shows up at Eddie's door with a handprint on his cheek and his heart on his sleeve.

i’ll stop the world and freeze with you

634 words | G | meet-cute AU drabble | ao3

Eddie promised he’d take Max ice skating, only he doesn’t actually have a single solitary fucking clue what he’s doing. Good thing there’s a very helpful Hot Guy who can assist.

The Great Scavenger Hunt of 1986

7.9k | T | heart-warming Christmas fluff | ao3 | listen to the podfic

In 1985, Little Debbie releases their new Christmas tree snack cakes. In 1986, Robin gets the flu, and Steve sets out to cheer her up with festive treats. It's easier said than done.

(My one and only completed attempt at podfic, godDAMN how do y’all finish these editing projects?) written for Hellfire Christmas 2022

patience is a virtue

1.7k | E | self-indulgent pwp | ao3

Being patient sucks. Literally.

hayrides and late harvests

651 words | M | pre-smut drabble | ao3

day 5, prompt #31: “Let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you.”

Bobbing for Apples at the Bottom of Lover’s Lake

1.9k | M | getting together, mopey steve x vampire eddie | ao3

Steve goes missing at the Halloween house party; Eddie tracks him down.

Steve H. Who Works in Accounting

2.9k | E | pwp that made me laugh | ao3

Robin’s in pain. Steve’s bisexuality isn’t helping. (or: Steve gets embarrassed and apparently he’s kinda into that.)

microfics

@steddiemicrofic prompt fills

paint it black 🎂🖤🎂

290 words | M | bonus round ‘birthday’ to celebrate @steddieas-shegoes | ao3

Steve bakes Eddie a birthday cake.

make me

388 words | E | March prompt ‘pin’ | ao3

“Eat a dick, Munson.” “Make me.”

Plot Holes

404 words | T | January prompt ‘hole’ | tumblr | ao3

the gates are open and time’s all fucked

🎵 Troll Toll 🎵

404 words | M | January prompt ‘hole’ | tumblr | ao3

three fandoms converged in a future wood, and I— I regret that I wrote this

the kind of charm we need

548 words | G | September prompt ‘charm’ | ao3

Nancy doesn’t appreciate him, but someone else might.

at the bottom you’ll find all our friends

442 words | M | MCD/angst | July prompt ‘pool’ | ao3

The trouble is, Eddie doesn't stay dead.

discontinued fics

note: fics in this section are NOT complete and will very likely stay that way. read them, write your own version, print em out and eat em if you like but so HELP ME if you ask when the next chapter is coming i’ll end u thank you 😘

stupid fucking star stuff

3.4k | M | stardust AU | ao3

Steve’s a star and Eddie’s in love with a guitar.

babysitters and book signings

4.2k | G | famous author Eddie x just-some-guy Steve | ao3

Steve takes the kids to a convention to meet their favorite fantasy author, one critically-acclaimed and unfairly attractive Eddie Munson.

[covetyou]

a dress up!Joel interlude

tomorrow (29th May) I'll be posting the next part of dress up!Joel, lovingly titled ghosted.

in the meantime, have this interlude of sorts that I've been sitting on for weeks (and honestly thought I posted back in April, whoops.)

main masterlist ⋆ series masterlist

rating: Explicit (18+ only!) word count: 969 warnings: more brotherly shenanigans, sex toy talk, mild relationship angst, alcohol consumption summary: Joel's egg hunt couldn't have gone worse, and so he confides in the one person who has his back no matter what - his baby brother.

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Shooting the shit with his little brother wasn't something Joel Miller ever thought he'd enjoy. But, with age and maturity, there wasn't anything quite like sipping cold beers in his backyard, his brother yapping away about work, or girls, or the playoffs, or just about anything else, as they relaxed at the end of a long week. Tommy could talk, and Joel could listen, and that's how it'd always worked.

"Hey, you still got that thing I gave you," Tommy suddenly asks, after giving Joel a blow by blow of his latest conquest - some blonde he met at a bar and didn't even know the name of.

"What, this pain in my ass? Yeah."

"Very funny. Nah, I mean that ballpedo thing. Turns your balls into a torpedo."

"Balldo."

"Yeah! You still got it? If you ain't usin' it, ain't no use in it goin' to waste."

Joel lifts his beer, the condesation leaving a dark ring on his jeans, and takes a sip, averting his eyes from Tommy.

"Still got it."

It was stuffed at the bottom of his sock drawer upstairs. After Christmas, and his uncomfortable walk back home with the thing still strapped to his balls, it took him a little while to pry the thing off. The lube he'd spread over himself was turning tacky combined with your juices, and wetting it just made everything too slippery. But, eventually, he was free, and he cleaned the thing up and left it to dry, as if there would be any opportunity to use it again.

It was a happy coincidence that Sarah was with her mom again on Valentine's day, and your calendar for that day was empty - he noticed when he was fixing a drip in your kitchen sink. Given you enjoyed Christmas, he thought you might like something else too, and he was happy to be right. On Easter, he was going to leave a note for you for his little egg hunt, hoping you'd wake up Saturday morning and make your way over to his place to find the final prize.

He hadn't expected to get caught, and he hadn't expected things to be left as they were afterwards. Now the memory of all of it left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Can I go grab it? I'll take it off you."

"Nah... nah it's okay," Joel says, with a non-commital wave, as Tommy stands, taking a few steps to head inside.

"C'mon, if you ain't usin' it, I can take it. Mom never teach you to share your shit?"

"I'm always sharin' my shit with you, I said no," Joel shoots back with finality, unable to stop himself from mumbling into the rim of his beer. "You wouldn't want it now anyway."

Tommy was never one for being quick to catch on, and for that Joel was grateful. Though, maybe this time he underestimated his little brother. Tommy still makes a move to head inside, likely to rifle through his shit to find the toy he'd given Joel so long ago, but he stops in his tracks before pulling the patio door open.

"Holy shit," is all Tommy says. "Holy shit."

"You remember you're an asshole again?"

"You used the fuckin' ball thing?!"

Joel's silence says all Tommy needs to know.

"You gave yourself a dick for balls and you didn't tell me? Fuck I've been wonderin' about that thing ever since I gave it to you. It good?"

Joel doesn't really know what to say. He doesn't want to say anything - he wants to keep his fuck up with you his own tragic little secret, but now the balldo's out of the bag, he can't exactly dodge the question. Tommy was a persistent bastard when he wanted to be, and Joel knew that he was going to be extra persistent with this.

"It... yeah. Yeah, it was good."

"Wait... fuckin' wait a minute. This mean you got a girl?!" Tommy's face lights up as he asks, and Joel can feel the color drain from his. "You got a girl and you didn't bother tellin' me? You wound me, brother."

Shaking his head, Joel takes another swig of beer, hoping it'll wash the memory of the taste of you from his mouth. It doesn't.

"Nah. Didn't get the girl."

"You fuck it up that bad?"

As much as they could piss each other off, they always had each other to fall back on. Usually, of course, it was Joel picking up the pieces for Tommy, but there was an unspoken agreement between them that meant no one was keeping score. No one owed anyone anything, they'd always be there for each other, whether it was one time or a thousand times. So, against his better judgement, Joel tells Tommy everything and, for once, Tommy listens.

"Only one thing I don't get," Tommy muses when Joel finally finishes with a sigh. "If it was a misunderstanin', what the fuck are you doin' here with me, and not over there with her, explainin' yourself?"

"She told me to leave. I don't wanna intrude any m-"

"You broke into her fuckin' house, brother, think you're long past that."

Tommy slides the patio door open, half inside, half outside, and looks back at his big brother.

"Take it from an asshole who knows - doin' nothin' ain't gonna do shit. You don't get the girl, you don't get your shit rocked. Talk to her. You got nothin' to lose. If she don't want anything to do with you, nothin' changes, and if she does, well... you get the girl, and you get your shit rocked."

He hated to admit it, but Tommy was right, and Joel had never felt so fucking stupid that he didn't come to the same conclusion sooner.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'd make this right.

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Harry and yn celebrating 4/20 for the blurb night?

high*

i know nothing about drugs, except the fact that they exist lol forgive me for mistakes!

words: <1k

warnings: smoking weed, being high and stuff!!

Y/N took another long hit from the joint, holding the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds before exhaling slowly. "This shit is killer," she said with a cough, her eyes already starting to redden.

"Told you I got the good stuff this year," Harry replied with a lazy grin, reaching over to pluck the joint from her fingers. They were sprawled out on the floor of their living room surrounded by a thick haze of pungent smoke. Empty food wrappers and half-eaten snacks littered the coffee table along with a couple bongs and rolling trays.

4/20 was their annual holiday for going all out with indulging in some strong herb and letting loose without any inhibitions. Harry took a couple quick puffs then held the joint out to Y/N. "Here, get another one in before it burns down."

Y/N obliged, sucking in the potent smoke and holding it until she couldn't anymore. As she exhaled, she could already feel the familiar tingly body buzz setting in. She let her head loll back with a dopey smile. "Holy shit, I'm gonna be so fucking baked."

"That's the plan, darlin'," Harry drawled, giving her a wink.

As they continued puffing away, Pink Floyd's "The Dark Side of the Moon" played in the background, adding to the hazy, chilled out vibe. An array of marijuana-inspired movies, TV shows and munchies were at the ready for their day of celebrating the sacred herb.

Soon Y/N found herself in an intense staring contest with the half-eaten bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. Her mouth started watering as she imagined the artificially flavored, neon-colored chips practically melting on her tongue. Finally giving in, she lunged for the bag and shoved a handful into her mouth, huffing out a moan at the heavenly taste.

"Someone's got the munchies bad," Harry laughed, grabbing the bag of Doritos from her. He proceeded to lick the orange dust off each chip in the most obscene way possible before popping them into his mouth, all while maintaining intense eye contact with Y/N.

"You fuckin' tease," Y/N croaked out, her mouth hanging open. She made a move to grab the chips back but Harry jumped up and danced away from her with a mischievous grin.

"If you want it, come and get it baby," he challenged, holding the bag up tauntingly.

With a growl, Y/N shot up from the floor, chasing Harry around the living room as he cackled loudly. She finally managed to back him up against the wall, pressing her body flush against his as she reached up for the dangling bag of chips. Their mouths met in a heated clash of salty-sweet breath and roaming hands. Y/N could taste the Doritos as she claimed Harry's mouth hungrily.

Eventually they ended up back on the floor, the long-forgotten bag of chips crumpled and spilling out its orange contents as they lost themselves in the heated make-out session. Clothes were quickly shed, hands greedily exploring newly exposed skin until they were tangled up in a sweaty, panting mess.

Much later, after they'd thoroughly burned off the excited rush of arousal, Harry and Y/N lay on the floor in a post-coital daze. Blunt ashes and empty wrappers surrounded their thoroughly wrecked forms. Y/N let out a deep, satisfied laugh.

"Damn…now that's how you celebrate, baby."

Harry just grinned and passed her the reignited joint. "Hell yeah…here's to getting even higher."

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[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 21

Howdy darlin'

Welcome to the 21st Spreadsheet Digest. If you're new here, this is every fic I read this week, each with a little summary and my unhinged thoughts about it. This week we have 24 fics!! It's a lot because I decided to try to read one fic each from "small writers" that were recc'd on this list. I obviously didn't get all the way through the list, but I plan to continue this week! (I also read a few other things)

As always, you can find the original Spreadsheet here and all my previous fic recs here. Here is my masterlist and my kofi, if you feel so inclined.

Fic recs below the Pedro (and Nik) <3

Hotel Hobbies - a Jack series by @loversandantiheroes

Guys, friends, my loves, listen. Whiskey gets tied up!!! Ok so like the summary is that you're at a hotel for a conference and you meet a cocky cowboy at the bar and then some stuff happens and then the next night some not canon but canon typical stuff happens to Whiskey and that influences the next bit of fun stuff that happens between you two and... holy fucking shit dude this is HOT.

Sundown - a Joel one shot by @bageldaddy

You live in a trailer park and Joel moves in to the trailer across from yours. You're a young woman living on your own and he's old and doesn't really seem to have family. You get close and.. ya know. Listen... I love the way this fic captures the place they're in? Like as a kid who grew up in a trailer and in a tiny town in bumfuck nowhere, I felt very connected to the location of this fic and I loved how it was depicted. Stuff like changing out the skirting of the trailer is nostalgic to me lol. But then also just the way Joel is characterized here? And don't get me started on the smut. (babes there's somno in here!! and also realistic depictions of trying to fuck Joel "Monstercock" Miller). This fic made me happy idk.

Tease - a Javi P one shot by by @amanitacowboy

Javi forgets his lunch at home and you decide to take it to him at work... wearing nothing under your dress. So Javi decides to tease you and sends you home to wait for him and you're not allowed to touch yourself while you wait... but then of course you break the rules just to get him riled up and... he gets very riled up. This is so hot. Like the smut is filthy, but you can also tell how much they love and care about each other throughout the whole thing. Incredible <3

You're a Mansion With a View - a Joel one shot by @atticrissfinch

Daddy Joel takes really good care of his baby. That's it. That's the fic. And it is everything. I love Katy's dark fics with all my heart, but I think Daddy!Joel might be my favorite

Frankie and Din - a Frankie/Din one shot by @avastrasposts

This is so fucking funny and adorable. I love it so much. Basically Din and the N1 show up at Frankie's airfield and Frankie wants to test drive the N1, but Din is the way he is. Listen... it's like grumpy x sunshine but like they're not fucking? But hear me out. Part two.... I'm just saying. Din doesn't let just anyone pilot his ship.

An HR Nightmare - a Javi P one shot by @beefrobeefcal

Chubby Javi P!!! I speak from experience... quitting smoking will do it to ya. I love grumpy chubby Peña so fucking much. Silly stubborn man. You are his secretary and you love watching his tummy round out and you feed him hard candy and other sweets all the time. The ending too... Damn. Two words, friends: office sex. And it is glorious.

The Riding Lesson - a Jack one shot by @bluestar22x

You're a new trail guide at a ranch and Jack gives you a lesson on how to ride western! I know absolutely nothing about horses or how to ride them or anything, but this was still lovely to read! It's got a cute bit of flirting with the pretty cowboy and is overall just very cute and lovely.

Stages of Grief - a Joel one shot by @bonezone44

This is for all of us who have shitty families lol. You finally come to terms with the fact that your family fuckin sucks and Joel helps you through it. If you've ever fantasized about a gorgeous man loving you through a mental breakdown, this will be delightful for you (me lol). I really adored this. It hit home and I loved the message and I loved how understanding and firm Joel was in it.

The Angel in Me - a Dieter one shot by @chaoticgeminate

Dieter Bravo as an angel? Never expected that. He's in training and he gets put on gate duty when he meets you (gn!reader bc you get to pick when you get to heaven i think?). You were a fan of Dieter Bravo back on Earth and you very happily give him a blowjob in thanks for uhhhh something. Spoilers. This is hot and kind of sweet? Dieter is the king of being a little depraved in the sweetest ways ugh.

Acting Out - a Din one shot by @cool-iguana

Din goes on a hunt and you decide to tease him over the comm link, breaking the rules not to touch yourself and driving Din absolutely crazy. When he gets back he punishes you. Bruh... light daddy kink, spanking, bondage, edging, little bit of overstimulation... this fic has it all. And then the aftercare is also so sweet? I'm so obsessed with this

For the Love of Horror - a Dieter series by @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist

So you start dating Dieter and you're a horror film nerd. Dieter, however, is a scaredy cat. Absolutely terrified. This is like... a loosefit series, but this is the first one and it's cute all by itself (although I obviously recommend reading the rest of them too). There's flirting and nerding out over movies and Dieter being adorable. It's perfect tbh.

The Vagabond Gladiator - a Joel series by @dark-scape

Gladiator!Joel!!!!!!! He's a vagabond and he shows up with The Innocent, a young virgin (Ellie) desitined to be sacrificed to save the city. You are a Vestal Virgin, sworn to protect the city and also to be pure. This series does such a good job of taking elements from canon and blending them into this AU. It's a really interesting read -- I was fuckin riveted -- and the smut is... so fuckin good.

Dangerous Games - a Din one shot by @decembermidnight

You hide under the kriffing table at the cantina on Nevarro and give Din the bj of his life while he talks to Karga and it's hot as fuck and also a little funny bc he's like trying to keep his cool and not doing a good job of it. And then obviously he cannot let this stand so he drags your ass back to the ship and fucks you stupid. Dom!Din is sooooo hot ugh. This fic is incredible. 10/10

My Brother's Keeper - a Joel series by @diversemediums

So this is the first chapter of a series that I am so so excited to read. You were Tommy's gf in the QZ and he when he decided to leave, you didn't go with him. Tragically... you find out you're pregnant 3 months after he leaves. So you seek out Joel and he comforts you and he's so fucking soft and sweet, but still in that gruff mean QZ!Joel way lol and he's lowkey down bad for reader but she doesn't know that. I seriously cannot wait for more.

The Parents That Are Left - a Joel one shot by @frenchiereading

Joel had this patrol partner, Iris, who he adored. She was kind of like a daughter? Not in the Ellie way and def not in the Sarah way, but he really cared about her. Anyway she died. And this fic is him going to visit her mom (not romantic btw). This is just such a beautiful, painful portrayal of grief and a wonderful little snapshot of two people who lost their kids bonding over their tragedies. I love it so much.

Boss - a Javi P series by @guess-my-next-obsession

JAVI P IS FUCKING HIS BOSS AND YOU'RE THE BOSS???? What's not to like man

Salty Caramel - a Jack one shot by @iamskyereads

Guys, friends, my loves, my darlings. It's an Agent Whiskey sex pollen/fuck or die fic. Like. This is devastatingly hot. This is everything my depraved little brain has ever wanted.

My Girl Now - a Joel one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Your boyfriend is a fucking asshole who is super controlling and just genuinely the worst and he hired Joel to redo your kitchen. Joel is soft and sweet and wonderful and makes you feel lovely.... and then he absolutely rails you on camera, has you call him Daddy, he says all kinds of mean shit to your bf, etc. And then your petty ass actually sends it to the motherfucker. Perfect. No notes. This is amazing.

A Piece of Cake - a Frankie one shot by @idolatrybarbie

Frankie is your ex and you see him at the bowling alley and have to contemplate like... why you broke up and you remember the good times and shit and it hurts. Bea likes to hurt my feelings.

No Entendemos - a Frankie/Santi one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

You're lost in the street in Italy and come upon two dudes who don't seem to speak English and try to ask them for a phone to use to call your friends. You are not aware that Frankie and Santi, who are going to try to get their money from that one heist back, def speak English. You're also caught off guard by what happens next... TW NONCON.... I'm in love with the dynamic between Frankie and Santi. The way Santi is this dark driving force, pushing Frankie to do fucked up shit. And Frankie has lost so much already in his life because of this dude, I think he's given up on trying to be good.

A Good Friend to Have - a Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

YOOOO okay Kel's fucking boyfriend wrote this fic. You help your friend get away from the big scary bounty hunter by distracting him. You tell him you'll give him information if he does what you ask.... Friends this is dub con (for Din, not reader), sub!Din, with helmet riding, orgasm denial, and edging and a little (creed based) blasphemy. It's so hot.

Blood Money - a Dave/Max P series by @theywhowriteandknowthings

You are a bookkeeper for the fuckin vampire mafia and they keep you naked and chained in a basement, barely fed or hydrated. You get rescued though! Yay! Oh shit you get rescued by more vampires. You think this will be a bad thing but it... actually doesn't seem like it's gonna be all that bad. I have a little BTS knowledge and am delighted to tell you that this is eventual Reader x Max x Dave. Y'all know I love a throuple... and now we're adding in vampires. Excellent.

Whatever's on Tonight - a Joel one shot by @inthe-dark-tonight

You go on a little get away vacation with Joel and... fuck in the hot tub. This is pure porn but it is also so soft and sweet and perfect? Joel is an angel man and I want to kiss his perfect forehead. I love this.

Fucking Your Best Friend's Brother - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

You're hanging out with Tommy and Joel for Christmas. Tommy is your best friend and he has a massive crush on you. You're not into him though, you're into his brother. Joel notices this and decides to do something about it. Mean Joel, super hot dom!joel. Slapping and spitting and all the good shit. This is fucking amazing.

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I also wrote a lil fic this week!

Red Right Hand - a Max Phillips one shot by meeee

This is a follow up to I Bite Back, but you don't need to read that first. It can stand alone and you won't be confused. Sub!Max Phillips x vamp!Dom!reader <3

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Happy Reading!

[aliasrocket]

I hope you're having a fabulous day, my friend.

Would I be able to request an imagine by any chance?

While Rocket and fem!Reader were fucking in Rocket's room on Knowhere, someone knocks on the door.

You choose what happens next ;)

YES YES OMG OFC!! THIS HAS ME ABSOLUTELY FERAL HOLY SHIT AGHHH OKOK

Also side note everyone!! I realize ‘tag-lists’ are a thing on Tumblr so after this I’m gonna be making a post about that hut for now, do reply to this if you’d like to be in any taglist for any kinds of rocket content I may post (headcanons, imagines, gifs) so I can tag you!!

gif source / masterlist! / request stuff!! <3

The bed creaked and rocked to the sloppy rhythm of Rocket’s pounding, but of course you weren’t complaining since you had been what he was pounding into.

Your moans had long filled the room since you started, and if you hadn’t been so terribly used to it by now, you would have covered your face in shame as Rocket looked at you with a smug grin etched on his face.

You could tell he was getting closer by the second as his pace picked up, messily but definitely slamming hard into your g-spot as you were squealing with each frantic thrust.

But the stars were knocked right out of your brain when a loud sound thundered from your door.

Rocket continued, now keeping a low growl at bay as he didn’t want you to get the wrong message—it had been something he struggled to do for a while now, but in this moment it didn’t seem like you had been the problem.

More crackling knocks came through your door.

“Rocket—”

“I know,” he finally let a growl loose as his pounding grew straight up merciless, causing a long string of whimpers to run from your mouth. “No way I’m givin’ up those sweet sounds for some fuck at the door. Not when you’re so goddamn pretty for me.”

It hadn’t even been a minute since he’s said that before something very strange happened.

“Rocket!”

Now that had caused Rocket to freeze dead in his spot.

The voice sounded male, a little tired but otherwise quite sure of the unspoken statement it just made.

His nails peeled away from your hips and hopped down from your bed to gather his clothes.

“Could you do something for me?” Rocket asked in a shallow breath, zipping his pants up.

“Hm?”

“Go to the bathroom.”

“What?? Why? Do you know who’s at the door?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later, okay? Just …”

Rocket straightened out his shirt after throwing it on haphazardly, letting it roll down past his abdomen as he walked towards the door.

“Please just do this for me.

“Please.”

Rocket didn’t have to beg for you to do literally anything for him, but he didn’t have to know that, so you pretend to consider it for a moment before relenting.

You close the door to your bathroom but since it is within your bedroom area, you were able to pick up the noise of Rocket opening the door.

“Yeah, thought you’d be here.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I thought you’d be happier to see your ol’ pal.”

“I would be except for the fact that you’re supposed to be on Terra and also the fact that you knew I would be here.”

“ … you do realize you’ve been making it painfully obvious to the entire fucking bar that that one bartender and you are fucking right?”

You cup a hand over your mouth. Holy fucking shit.

That was when you made the very reasonable conclusion that the great Starlord was at your door.

“How do you know where she lives?”

“Ah yeah that—you know what we’ve got more pressing matters to attend to—we got a commission.”

“The commission can wait for my goddamn orgasm, for fuck’s sake.”

“Oh, fuck c’mon man, I didn’t need to hear that—”

“Well you’re hearing it Quill! I’m not happy about you comin’ over here and knocking like it’s the end of the fuckin’ world! I’ll talk to you later, but right now I got business to finish.”

after a few seconds of silence, you heard the door slam shut.

Rocket called out to you by your name, and you ignore the butterflies picking at your stomach when he does. “You can come out!”

When you open the door, Rocket was already on the bed naked and waiting for you, staring at you from head to toe.

Since he ‘banished’ you to the bathroom, you didn’t feel the need to put on clothes and Rocket clearly didn’t mind. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it.

“Aren’t you put off by that conversation?” You chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Rocket rolled his eyes. “Not when you enter the room looking like that.”

“This is technically how I look all the time,” you quipped again, you couldn’t help yourself when Rocket was so fun to annoy.

He grabbed you by the arm and was somehow able to yank you back on the pillows, climbing over you and making you remember the pleasure he was thrusting into you moments before.

“Stop acting so innocent, princess. I know you were close, too.

“You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”

Thank you so much for reading!!

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[scarisd3ad]

Scarisd3ad’s Halloween writing challenge | day five

Prompt - Ouija board

Pairing - Micheal afton x fem!reader

Masterlist

Taglist

[Warnings] - cursing, ghosts, just a lot of spooky shit.

"c'mon" I whispered as I placed the dusty cardboard box in front of us. he rolls his eyes "I don't fuck with that shit y'know that y/n" I gently lift the top off revealing the worn Ouija board and planchet. "I'd be fun mike...and this shit isn't even real."

I give him my best puppy dog eyes, "what's the worst that can happen?" he barks out a laugh before muttering "summon demons" I roll my eyes. did he really believe in this stupid shit? it was all a made up lie to make money of naive children and adults. "c'mon Micheal just once and then I'll light the fuckin' board on fire" he rolls his eyes but finally agrees to one round.

both our hands are on the planchet that is placed on the board "Is anyone here?" I ask out loud. I wait a few beats before laughing "told you this sh-" the planchet slowly began to move, slowly shifting down towards the shit. I let out another more nervous laugh before whispering "ho-holy shit"

"um..who-who are you?" I ask. the planchet begins to move again. first slowly moving toward the E. then V, then A, then N. I didn't even notice I was holding my breath until it finished spelling out evan. I look up at mike about to tell him how cool this was until I notice his eyes widened in terror. "Mi-mike are you alright?" I ask he shakes his head violently before whispering "we've gotta stop" my brows furrow "w-why?"

I look up at the light as it began to flash on and off. it started slowly but the speed ramped up quickly. then the planchet began to move again.

D.O.N.T M.I.K.E.

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 3) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: This took me a couple of tries tbh. It was annoying.

Summary: You give a shoutout to Lovejoy and your best friend finding out about your secret crush.

Pairing(s): OC x gender neutral!reader, OC x actor!reader (platonic)

Warning(s): besties teasing you but hey we’ve all been there before am i right?

italics: tweets or texts

my masterlist :))

~~

Somewhere over in England, Wilbur’s day was going okay. Nothing amazing happened, but nothing terrible happened either. Until his phone vibrates rapidly. He frowned, wondering who could be assaulting his notifications like this.

wil check your Instagram right now

fuckin y/n l/n listens to our band

If he was drinking right now, Wilbur was sure he would spit out and made a mess on his desk. Thankfully, he wasn’t drinking anything but it feels like he’s choking on air. He sent a quick reply to Joe before hurriedly opening his Instagram. Usually, he wouldn’t be flooded with so many notifications on normal days, but this wasn’t a normal day. It took him awhile to find your username in the sea of many excited fans commenting on the fact that you, a famous actor and his celebrity crush, seems to be listening to his band. A few more cursed words leave his lips before he finally finds you and his eyes lights up.

been listening to this guys on repeat @lovejoyonline @wilbursoot you guys should too

The 15 seconds Instagram story where you put one of the band’s song in it seems to leave Wilbur in some sort starstruck state. He had to watch it a couple of times and clicks your username—which leads to your actual verified account—to make sure it was real and not edited. You actually know he exist, Wilbur thought. But, with that realization comes another one that almost scares him. His viewers had been clipping footage of him gushing about you from his streams and posting them almost everywhere. He didn’t think too much of it before since there was no way you were going to see it but now he wondered if that’s how you come to found out about him and his band.

“Oh, fuck me.”

~~

holy shit y/n l/n listens to my band @tommyinnit suck it man 😤

“Okay, you have been smiling since we left set. What’s going on?”

You looked up from your phone, a questioning glance from your friend, Sam, who was sitting across from you. You’d like to think that you were being secretive about it, hiding your lips behind your fingers or turning away from your friend’s line of sight when you felt like smiling again, but in truth, you sucked at hiding it.

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing.” You shook your head, but a smile was still apparent.

Sam only raised his eyebrow.

“What? It is. It’s nothing. Just something funny I saw online.”

“Right, sure, and I’m straight.” He scoffed. “Come on, I know that smile of yours. It’s a smile that you do whenever someone you like makes a joke or say something funny.”

“I do not have that kind of smile,” you insisted.

“Sure, whatever you say. So,” Sam leaned back on his chair, arms crossed, an amused smile on his lips. “Who is it? A guy, a girl, a person?”

You huffed. “You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

“Nope. And you know, I’m just gonna find it on my own later if you don’t want to tell me.”

“I hate you.”

“love you too.”

You could try to be mad at your best friend all you want but it was hard to resist his charming smile. He was one of your first and genuine friend in the industry and has been there for you throughout the hardships of your career. To the eyes of the public, Sam was the flirty troublemaker but to you, he was the most caring person ever.

With a dramatic sigh, which Sam snorted at, you opened your phone, moving from one social media app to another. You typed in Wilbur’s username, tapped the very first result, before handing the phone to Sam’s eager hands. He sat straighter in his seat, eyes moving up and down before finally settling on a picture that he thought was sufficient.

Sam whistled. “He’s tall, good looking, and is in a band. If you’re not gonna go after him, I probably would.”

“Hey! I like him first.” You glared at him.

“Just kidding. Don’t worry. But, what were you smiling at earlier?” He asked, giving back your phone.

Silence.

“I won’t tease you.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Okay, I’d tease you just a little.”

You groaned like a little kid, sliding on your chair. “I was smiling at his tweet, okay? Happy? I saw his tweet where he was talking about me and I smiled at it since he posted it.”

A moment of silence passed before you heard an aww coming from the person in front of you. A few people turned around at the sound of Sam making baby noises, going on and on about how adorable and sweet you were when you’re having a crush and how whipped you are for Wilbur. You buried your face in your hands, a desperate attempt at hiding yourself from people and avoiding embarrassment. You knew this was gonna happen if you told Sam about your crush but you didn’t expect it would happen in a public space where people might take pictures of the two of you.

One last laugh left his lips before he finally stops. “Okay, I’m done. I’m sorry.”

You removed your hands from your face. “I despise you.”

He smiled. “So, what’s next?”

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t just stare at his pictures and tweets and not do anything about it.”

“Okay, one, I don’t stare at his pictures and two—” suddenly, your mood decreased. “—I haven’t thought about that.”

“You should if you want this to go somewhere,”

Sam said, taking a sip of his drink. “Maybe you could start by replying his tweet.”

“You think so?”

He nodded. “Yup, just start small. A ‘hi’, perhaps.”

~~

When you got back to your trailer after lunch with Sam, his words still rang inside your head. You sat in your seat, legs crisscrossed, hands playing with the phone on your lap. It felt like the other day again, when you were contemplating about posting or not. It shouldn’t make you feel this hesitant since you’ve already done it but it did.

“What do I have to lose anyway?” You said, to yourself before unlocking your phone. Fingers moving across the keyboard, typing something that you hoped won’t embarrassed you in the future before finally, hitting the send button.

[gonzo-rella]

Imagine: Joel Miller Saving You From An Infected

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Joel Miller x gn!reader (unspecified),  Ellie Williams x gn!reader (unspecified; implied platonic)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: Initially, I wasn’t going to watch TLOU because I’m not really into video games aside from Pokémon and Animal Crossing, and for some reason I thought that my lack of investment in the game meant I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the show. However, when I saw the praise for episode 3- which I still think about almost daily- I decided to watch it. I was hooked from the first episode (the ending of the episode with the radio playing ‘Never Let Me Down’ gave me goosebumps), and I now adore these characters. Ellie has become like my fictional little sister who I want to protect at all costs, even though I’m guessing that she’d be the one protecting me, and Joel’s my... it’s complicated; all I know is that I love him. This realisation prompted me to write this. Sorry if they seem somewhat/very OOC; I’m just getting used to these characters and writing for them. Feel free to send me requests for the show, as long as you don’t send in any game spoilers (find my requesting rules linked here).)

It should have been a simple task, setting up camp in a seemingly uninhabited stretch of woodland. That’s why Joel had- albeit with mild reluctance- trusted you to survive for five or so minutes by yourself whilst he and Ellie went to gather firewood.

Kneeling on the ground, you inflated a sleeping mat with a series of increasingly wheezy breaths. The sound almost drowned out that of the slow, crunching footsteps approaching you, which you- too lightheaded to think straight- attributed to Ellie and/or Joel. You didn’t think to look up until you suddenly realised that you didn’t hear Ellie’s chatter or Joel’s hoarse muttering, but a strained cry. That’s when you found yourself staring at an infected. It stared back.

“Fuck.”

It lurched forward, jerkily rushing towards you. You sprang to your feet and darted away from it as fast as you could, all the while mentally cursing yourself for leaving your gun in your pack. 

“Oh shit oh fuck,” you panted. “Joel! Ellie!”

The pair of them came into view, seemingly making their way back to camp. Dropping the firewood, Joel called your name before reaching for his gun and taking several steps forward as he took aim. You quickly moved out of the line of fire, falling to your knees as booming gunfire prompted you to cover your ears. 

Through your hands, you heard a final thud.

This time, Ellie called your name and let her pile of wood come clattering to the ground. She raced over to you and knelt beside you. Joel trailed after her, though he stood a good few feet away from you.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?” she questioned, looking you over. “You didn’t get bit, did you?”

“I’m fine,” you confirmed between gasps. As you glanced up at her, you noticed a crease had formed between her brows. “Well... my knees are a little scraped.”

The expression of worry faded from her face and she smiled faintly. Joel rolled his eyes. You heard him take several steps away from you.

“Ellie,” he said gruffly. “Help me pick up all this wood.”

Ellie pushed herself up with a sigh.

“Sir, yes, sir.” she muttered.

Following suit, you dusted yourself off.

“Let me help.”

Once all of the wood was picked up, you began the short walk to camp.

“Sorry about that, you guys,” you groaned. “I should’ve had my gun on me.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Ellie shrugged. “None of us thought there’d be anything out here in the middle of who-fucking-knows-where, right, Joel?”

Joel didn’t respond.

“Joel?” Ellie repeated.

A huff fell from his nostrils.

“I leave you alone for five fuckin’ minutes...”

“I know. I’m really sorry.”

Joel cleared his throat.

“It ain’t your fault,” he replied, his tone softer than usual. “I should’a known better than to take that chance.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you insisted. “I made it out in one piece, right?”

“Guess so.” he muttered.

You huffed.

“Look, Joel, I know you really care about me and all, but you shouldn’t beat yourself up.”

“Don’t push it.”

You and Ellie exchanged a glance and giggled to yourselves.

“Jesus Christ...” Joel grumbled.

[aneenasevla]

Red Velvet - Chapter 6

MasterList / Akane’s profile / Last chapter here

Chapter 6 - Afterglow

When he finally managed to regain some coherence, he decided to take a look at his phone, just to kill time. There were several unread messages in his friend's group chat.

EggHead:

I'm heading to the airport

any sign of rihito?

GiantKiller:

He must be sorting things out with Miss Agata

Gigolo_Master:

he's taking too long

maybe something happened?

if it did, I hope it was something good 😎😎😎

EggHead:

I hope not

or I'll have to go back to give a statement to the police

Dickhead_Tokita:

huh

were you arrested again okubo?

EggHead:

nope

but maybe rihito is inside a ice-filled bathtub right now, after having his internal organs stolen 

Dickhead_Tokita:

wait what do you mean?

is she a cannibal?

GiantKiller:

OKUBO YOU'RE SCARING US

Dickhead_Tokita:

what

wait is it true then?

Gigolo_Master:

ffs okubo just say it's a joke

before kaneda starts to cry and ohma believes you

Dickhead_Tokita:

damn it, is it true or not?

Gigolo_Master:

it's not, okubo is just dicking around

she's just a normal woman

and okubo you jerk

stop being an anxious wreck and just wait for rihito to appear 

you being scared of this chick is annoying the shit outta me

we can’t be like that just because she's hornier than what we're used to

Dickhead_Tokita:

oh alright then 

fuck you scared me

I was already thinking about calling raian to hunt her down 

GiantKiller:

For god’s sake

Quit the organ trafficking nonsense already!

Dickhead_Tokita:

I'll be off, I have things to do

see ya

(@Dickhead_Tokita has left the chat)

GiantKiller:

See what you did? He got mad!

It's your fault, Okubo!

Ohma is well-connected

If he gets things wrong, we'll be screwed!

Gigolo_Master:

wait he didn't seem mad...

I'll talk to him, just a sec…

holy fuck he left the chat just cause he thought it was like turning off a phone LMAOOOOO

did no one teach that dumbass that you don't need to leave a group chat like that?

GiantKiller:

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

This guy, I swear to God…

He's worse than my grandfather, I’m not even joking 🤣🤣🤣

EggHead:

LMFAOOOO

I can’t with this dude XD

@Mr_Iron_Fingers put him back on the chat when you see this

Lihito laughed to himself, a little quietly, because he hadn't yet fully recovered the strength to laugh out loud. It was a good thing he had turned off notifications on his phone, because otherwise he would have been forced to tear up his friends faces for ruining his fun. He sits straighter on the couch and starts typing.

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

for fuck's sake

I'm here and I'm fine

calm the fuck down

GiantKiller:

Thank God, man 😭😭

Gigolo_Master:

hey dude

what happened?

did you talk to her?

you were pissed the other day

GiantKiller:

Yes, we were worried about that too

I hope you two managed to talk it out 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Gigolo_Master:

Yes. You seemed to enjoy her performance…

oh yeah, add Tokita again cause the idiot threw himself outta the chat ¬¬’’

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

lmao alright

fuckin dumbass

but anyway

we talked

got everything outta my chest

then some things happened

and I kinda forgot about my phone, sorry

but everything’s fine, don’t worry

I settled things down with her

(@Mr_Iron_Fingers added @Dickhead_Tokita to the chat) 

GiantKiller:

Again, thank God, man

Gigolo_Master:

Yeah. Okubo must be boarding the plane right now 

he'll show up later

hey, ohma, rihito is alive and well

Dickhead_Tokita:

oh alright then

so the woman’s nice

GiantKiller:

Yes, Ohma. Okubo made a stupid joke, but everything's fine now

Dickhead_Tokita: 

got it

Gigolo_Master:

and you don't need to leave the chat, man

disabling notifications if you're busy is enough

we thought you went looking for the Kure to save him or smth

Dickhead_Tokita: 

not yet, I was all confused

I didn’t know if you were joking or not

but ichiro’s fine, so it’s okay

GiantKiller:

I don’t know about you guys, but I feel really good about having a friend who can call professional assassins to help us

Gigolo_Master:

or to kill us if we annoy him enough…

GiantKiller:

😳😳😳

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

It’s Rihito, Tokita!

ffs dude

and yeah, I’m fine

but I’ll warn you guys so I don’t scare the crap outta you next time we meet

I kinda had an accident

my arm's all bandaged

a motherfucker slashed it while I was in the hood

GiantKiller:

Seriously? 😳

Are you okay??

Gigolo_Master:

oh shit O_O

Dickhead_Tokita:

better your arm than a kidney 

you were lucky

I'll leave now (not the chat)

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

you better not dumbass

and I'm not lucky, my arm's all fucked!

I might not be able to do any manual labor for the next few days

I'll leave ivan and komada in the lurch, damn

anyway, her ex-fuck buddy showed up while I was talking to her

dude was a fuckin pos, he was trying to beat her up and everything

I didn't let him, so he cut my arm with a fuckin pocket knife

then I broke his nose

that's what you get for trying me, bitch

Dickhead_Tokita:

Hell yea!

Gigolo_Master:

oh shit O_O x2

chick seems popular, just like me lmao

on the other hand, did you take care of your arm?

GiantKiller:

I guess so, if he said they sorted things out…🤔

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

yeah, like I said, my arm’s all bandaged

she helped me with that

guess that’s what you call gratitude LOL

a knight in shining armor, as they say

fuck

that sounded so fucking gay

forget what I just typed 

GiantKiller:

We can’t, it’s literally written here on the chat 🤭

Gigolo_Master:

we'll let it slide cause we know that wasn't all that happened

your arm got slashed, not your balls

and since that chick has a "velvet mouth" and everything...

I've got your number 😏😏

Rihito looks to the side with an unimpressed face. Himuro liked to act like a respectful friend to all women, but he was the one who picked up on perverted nuances faster than everyone else in that group.

Dickhead_Tokita:

🍹🍹

I can't actually drink right now

but kanami said these emojis get the point across, so cheers, dude

GiantKiller:

Haha, good one

I’m a lightweight drinker, so I’ll drink some water

But just pretending is fun 🍹🍹

Gigolo_Master:

me too 🍹🍹

Cheers to Iron Fingers, who got lucky and fucked 

…without getting too fucked up in the process! 

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

LMAO you guys are so full of shit

and to answer you, himuro

now you get why I went MIA right?

daddy was getting busy here!

she let me breath a little and went to take a bath LOL

Gigolo_Master:

holy shit dude you just said your arm is all fucked up

you should've settled and went only for a “banana smoothie” or something, if you go right for the main course your pressure would skyrocket

you’d bleed all over her floor

GiantKiller: 

Yeah man, I don't know the extent of your injury but go easy

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

but I went only for a "banana smoothie", guys

and for a "mango smoothie" too LOL

idk if she'll ask for the full package

but I can manage without pushing myself too much

don't you all say that I look like a bull?

bulls were made to be fucking ridden 🐂

Gigolo_Master:

y'know there's two ways to ride a bull right? LMAO

from above and from behind 😏

GiantKiller:

Oh my God 😳

too much details, guys

Gigolo_Master:

he's the one saying he's a bull

the joke wrote itself LOL

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

GO FUCK YOURSELF HIMURO

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

DON’T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT STUFF

Gigolo_Master:

you’re the one who started with that bull shit, literally LMAO 

anyway, we’re more relieved now, right, guys?

GiantKiller:

Yes, and so will be Okubo when he reads all these texts

Dickhead_Tokita: 

👍🏼

call us if you need anything

but not now cause I’m eating 🍖🍖

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

yeah, I will, thanks

and egghead's such a worrywart

tell him that I’m fine, when he’s back

he needs to focus on his press conference

if he loses that championship belt I'll beat the crap outta him

GiantKiller:

He will see the messages when the plane's staff allows it, don't worry

At least you let us know you're alive, so we're good

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

alright then 

she turned off the water

I’ll go now

talk to you guys later

…

Akane came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, a towel tied around her torso, feeling refreshed. And she finds him sitting on the couch, looking relaxed and with his pants back up again, but his sweatshirt was still on the floor. He seemed to have loved the softness of the plushy upholstery, as he was looking at his phone, laughing to himself.

She looks at him for a second and decides not to bother, opening the bedroom door just a little, enough for her to hear his voice. She hears him letting out a tired groan, the sound of the upholstery creaking indicating that he was stretching.

"Hnnn... this porn-ish couch feels really nice..."

"If you want, I know where to find more of these, and even cheaper than this one," She says from inside the room "And less 'gay' too, since you worry so much about that."

She hears the upholstery creak again, louder this time, and was amused to imagine him jumping in surprise.

"Uh... that would be nice, 'cause the couch in my apartment is as hard as a rock, haha... and a discreet one would also be good. You understand, right? But look, this furry monster here is awesome! My back couldn't be happier..."

"Yeah, I got that, Rihito," He hears her laugh, and her hand appears on his field of vision, opening the door and getting out of the room, leaning against the door frame "And yes, there are pretty nice couches that look more sober. I've already found several, this one was just really 'me', y'know. And you can stretch out as much as you want in it," She was wearing a shirt with the phrase 'Don’t be scared, my tits are big because of my heart' written on it, and it was so loose that it looked like a dress on her. Her loose hair had lost the shape of those spring-like curls, now looking more naturally curled... and the heavy-ish makeup was gone; in its place there was only a pair of glasses shielding a pair of light brown eyes. She was still that blonde, dark skinned with well-painted nails Gyaru, but the look was completely different.

"... Huh?," He blinks, caught completely off guard when he sees her in that casual attire, without being all dolled-up... and with those glasses on her face "Uh.. jeez, is it really you? Damn, for a second I didn't recognize you, haha!"

She laughs "Well, every heroine needs a secret identity, right?," she winks at him again "Or did you think that I get all dressed-up to go to the bakery every morning? Come on, buying bread dressed like that, on top of being a waste of looks, is ridiculous."

He blushes a little at that, looking away.

"Well, can you blame me? You could've been committed to the gyaru style twenty-four seven for all I know! But it's okay, I was just a little surprised... and oh, so you actually were using contact lenses," He smiles, gesturing to her glasses.

"Well, yeah. And who said I'm not committed? It's my way of life, man," she approaches him, leaning over to look at him in a serious way, albeit not angry "And I go to work just like you saw me. This is my 'homey' look," she adjusts her glasses, looking like Kaede for half a second "Besides, it's a pain to keep adjusting glasses like a secretary, so the lenses are more practical. Why not commit to the style too?"

"Oh... fair enough," He nods, his mouth suddenly dry. Holy shit... did he have some type of fetish for women who wore glasses and was only realizing it now? That would explain his long-ago crush on Kaede... and why was he suddenly overcome with a sudden urge to hold Akane's face in his hands and kiss it, right there, on the bridge of her nose...

Holy shit, where did that outbreak of sissy thoughts come from?! He shakes his head, trying to smile to hide his embarrassment.

"But seriously, they look really good on you."

"Thank you," she smiles "I like to look good in everything I wear. From head to toe," she sits next to him, close to his good arm, and fixes her hair, sighing in a satisfied tone.

"Hehe... a total commitment, right? I like people with this kind of mindset," He leans a little towards her, smiling sideways "I'm into that too. That's why I never stopped bleaching my hair, not after high school or college..."

"Huh?," she blinked, surprised "Wait, you went to college? "

"Uh… yeah?" He turns to her, a bit confused "I majored in Business Administration in Teito University, no big deal…"

"TEITO!?," she shouts, jumping a little on the couch "Oooh yeah, that's just one of the biggests universities in the whole country, no big deal at all.. man, you're either a genius or a lucky bastard," she looks to the side "I think the former is more likely...," she raises an eyebrow smiling.

"Bro, why is everyone so surprised when they find out about this?," He snorts, grunting "And yeah, I'm just lucky, I came in last place on the call list. As I said, no big deal."

"But you still got in, man! That already makes you a bit of a badass, you know? I barely graduated high school, I even got held back a grade," she pushes him to the side, pouting a little "But that doesn't mean that, despite knowing a lot, you don't have things to learn... and that I don't have things to teach," She smiles, now looking happier "I hope you liked the lessons. I want you to become a 'Hot Blonde' from now on."

He blushes a little, again making that adorable expression of an idiot who wasn't used to receiving a sincere compliment, especially from the opposite sex. He scratches the back of his head.

"Haha, thanks! I almost got held back too, both due to low grades and absences, so you don't need to think badly of yourself for that, hehe. And...," He turns his head a little to the side, smiling lasciviously "And I liked the lessons. I really, really did. So much so that I would love to have a few more of 'em, just to reinforce the contents…"

Akane smiles, also in an adorable way "Okay...," she smiles even more, mainly because she had gotten exactly everything she wanted. A cool, fun friend, who didn't find her way of being strange or off-putting, and who also had good attributes... and who also wanted to bang her more often, of course. She then made a decision "Oh, since you gained a little bit of my trust... here," she gets up from the couch, going to grab her phone from the kitchen counter "My main number. Now you can send me a text to make an appointment, if you feel like it. Then we'll meet for a friendly Match of Kama-Sutra," she laughs at her own joke.

Rihito stares at her phone with an expression of absolute disbelief, his mind freezing like an overloaded operating system, taking a while to process what was happening.

Did... did he had just gotten a girl's number? Her real phone number, without it being a fake number given to mislead him, or a telemarketer number or some shit like that?!

Damn, he had definitely died and gone straight to heaven! His friends would raise bottles of sake in front of his grave in celebration of his success in the afterlife!

"Wow... here, take mine too!," He grabs his phone from the pocket of his sweatshirt on the ground, all smiles "This way we can keep talking. And I'm up for this friendly match. But I'll let you know that I have a great history of victories," He laughs mischievously.

Akane laughs too, leaning against him "Can I consider myself a Master, then?," She laughs louder "Alright, here," she gives him her number "I mean, you might also want to gossip about your friends to someone, or you might want to ask for tips about Gyarus in general. That's what a F.B. is for too," she playfully touch his arm with her elbow.

"F.B...? Oh, fuck-buddy!," He nods, now felling even more exultant "So we're fuck-buddies now? That's great to know, hehe. It's hard work, but I'm willing to do it," He jokes, lifting his chin a little and then laughing. And then he leans closer to her, one hand reaching up and caressing her thigh slowly. Yes, her teachings had really penetrated that thick skull of his "And of course you are a master. A master of the Leg Lock freestyle..."

She laughs loudly, her hand over her mouth "You bet! and you're going to be a master of the Hip Wrench style. Seriously, your strongest points are your hips and fingers, so don't be shy about using them. And don't be ashamed of it because no sane woman who has tried it will say anything bad about it. I guarantee you that."

He had to hold himself back from rocking back and forth on the couch, he was so happy. He tries to compose himself, clearing his throat and nodding, his hand still firmly on her thigh, "You can leave it to me, you'll be proud of your student. And yes, fingers are my ace in the hole, as you've already seen for yourself, hehe. I just want to know if the main part needs some polishing too. It turns out that we haven't gotten to that part of the subject yet, haha."

"In general, no," She says after pondering "Just the basics about not getting too carried away too soon is good enough. Oh, and varying rhythms is great. This way you can guess which one makes her moan louder. Some women cum with your pace alone but others don't, so you have to start slow. It's not an exact science, so it's really about following the rhythm of the dance. Oh, and of course, hearing “ooh, Rihito, harder” is always a great sign," she laughs again.

He laughs too, in a playfully tone "Hahaha! Okay, noted! Seriously, it was really worth it. I was pissed a few days ago, and a little upset... but now I understand that that's just the way you are. Honest as all hell..."

"Hnm-hmmm," she nods while siting on his lap, without really touching his body with hers "And honestly, I no longer have the patience to sugarcoat things beforehand, you know...? Yes, friendship, respect and mutual consent are still perfectly valid, but once everything is right...," she looks at him in the eyes, one hand on the wall behind him "It seems much more practical that way," the other hand puts his good arm around her waist, without actually teasing him. He could feel the difference clearly.

Rihito swallows a little, his throat dry again. What she didn't know was that he tended to get aroused by the smallest of stimuli... and it was better if she remained unaware, otherwise she would think he was as desperate as a virgin teen.

The truth was that he was happy to know he wasn't dealing with a woman who cared more about playing coy than delivering clear messages. He was a very simple man, after all, and mixed signals left him confused, frustrated and prone to doing stupid things that scared off the women around him... but it wasn't like it was their fault. The conclusion left him somewhat amazed.

"Yeah... I agree... and seriously, I'd give you a good shag right now if my arm wasn't fucked up. Leave it for another time, haha."

"Hm-hmm… we'll have other opportunities," she gives him a peck, then looks at his hair "Hey, can I take a closer look?," She asks; he seemed to care about his hair as much as she did about hers... 

"Oh... sure, go ahead," He nods, lowering his head to let her take a look at his roots, his hands on her hips, but not holding her in place. He seemed to be following her lead, allowing closeness without sexual overtones behind it. It was a Herculean effort, but Rihito really wanted to improve, and there was no better time to start than now.

His hair was cut messily, unruly and spiky, arranged in a classic mullet at the nape of his neck. Amateurly bleached hair could become dry and brittle, and although she concluded that it would need moisturizing soon, this particular job wasn't done badly.

"Hmmm," she evaluates "It’s… actually better than I expected. You said you’ve been doing this since high school, right?," When he confirms, she nods "Yeah, the experience paid off here, and it seems to have good fiber (gosh, I envy men's hair at this point) but you'll need to take care of it later. And you better go to a barbershop soon, you need a haircut. And also touch up the hairdye, the roots are starting to show their color. Overall it looks good on you, and since you like this style, it's better to keep it well-groomed, right?"

"Uh... yeah, true. But I had never paid much attention to these things," He comments, and she notices that he had become limp on the couch, since she started running through the strands of his hair with her fingers with long, well-manicured nails. He had even closed his eyes, his tone of voice a little sleepy "I just bleach it, go to the barbershop and tell the barber to do his thing, nothing more. I'm not a woman or a fag to worry about this sort of thing, haha..."

"That's where you're wrong...," She squeezes his cheeks "A guy with good hair is a sign of good health and care with personal hygiene, you know? Or do you think we don't notice these things?"

"... Really?," He blinks, looking sincerely surprised "I thought women only care if the guy take showers or if he has a big dick…"

"Haa-ha-haaa!," she tightens her grip "Not really, my dear. The thughs from my hood are all macho and what not, but for what?," She pretends to do that classic pose with a comb in her hair, pouting a little "Their hair looks like stone blocks, but made of gel. And it sucks. In fact, I saw two of your friends who have wonderful hair too."

"Oh... if you're talking about the tanned guy, Himuro, that metrosexual jerk uses more products in his hair than all the woman I know," Rihito snorts "And the worst thing is that it's not even funny to make fun of him, he bangs more girls than everyone in our friend group combined. But... wow...," He suddenly opens his eyes wide, seeming to realize something "I wonder if that's why he... holy shit..."

"Huhum, exactly, darling. That's why we call him Hot Stuff," she laughs, now absentmindedly working his jaw with her nails, while looking at him "And the guy with black hair too, is he your friend or is he just Butch's boyfriend? I only saw him in a pic."

"Tokita? Yeah, he's one of my friends too, despite being an asshole who refuses to give me a rematch," He snorts again, but without so much indignation this time. He was still flabbergasted by his discovery "And yeah, he is Miss Kanami's boyfriend. How he managed to get a girl like that, being such a dumbass, is a mystery."

"Oh, so he's like you?," She laughs in his face.

"What- fuck, woman, you’re awful, y'know?!," He complains with a pout "One moment you soften my ego, and the next you kick it's ass. You're a master of this game of praising and criticizing..."

"Leopards are like that... I thought you liked it," she smugs "And you also have the potential to become hot, you just need to use what you have well."

Although he was slightly offended at not being classified as one of the “hot” ones, her making it clear that he had the potential to reach that level served to cushion the blow. He smirks, running a hand up her back in an insinuating caress.

"Heh, I'll try. If I'm fuck-buddies with a hot girl now, it's only fair that I work to stay at her level too."

"Of course…," she kisses him, a little more willingly, but then she pulls away, her hand patting his face "Now let’s eat, I haven’t had lunch yet because of that shit at the salon's door. I went to grab my lunch, and then I got back only to see Mrs. Jin kicking you out."

"Oh... I kind of already ate before coming here and...," He starts to say, but he's interrupted by his traitorous stomach, which growls loudly. His face heats up as if it had been placed in a pan of boiling water "Uh... but I accept the invitation."

Shit, he always forgot he usually got hungry after sex. He sits at the counter that was the house's dining room/kitchen. The funny thing is that he didn't even need to take half a step to get to that space, it was a hilarious observation, but he kept it to himself. She picked up the bags and began to pull the contents out.

"Good thing you brought cookies. We can share my plate and then have dessert. I don't think I can cook something quick and good enough for both of us, I didn't even go grocery shopping this week," she says, looking embarrassed "I didn't even expect you to come to my house either, but I'll prepare myself better next time," her cheeks get more flushed.

"It's okay, I'll settle for just a few bites. I ate before I came here. And... jeez...," He suddenly laughs, putting a hand on his face "I even made fun of Tomori, pretending I was going to steal some cookies from that box, and now here you are, offering them to me, hahaha! Her threats were of no use in the end!"

She laughs "Seriously, would you steal my cookies? Tomori would choke you if she knew," She arranges the food on the counter "She is very overzealous with her creations, and she takes the things she does really seriously."

"No, I just said that to annoy her. And yes, that girl gets pissed as hell if you mess with her orders, so I wasn't going to miss the opportunity, hahaha!" He shakes his head, still laughing "The good thing about having a friend who's dating is that you get some quality material for your jokes."

"Heh," She smiles "There you go. Bon appétit," she put a plate on the counter, and there were a rice cake, some side dishes and some biscuits on it.

He doesn't wait for a second invitation, helping himself and eating happily. And as he promised, he takes only a few bites, more to try it than anything else.

"Hnnn... her cookies are really good, aren't they?," He comments with a smile "We usually make fun of Okubo, saying that she won him over first by his stomach before any other part of his anatomy, hahaha."

"It’s one of the truths of the world," She responds, agreeing "That saying is real, after all. But I'm terrible at cooking something like Kanami and her, so I have to conquer it by being eaten myself," she laughs, her hand in front of her mouth "I think I have other good qualities too, but when they look for my bed, it's because of my mastery of the Kama Sutra," she winks at him.

He swallows a little too loudly, and picks up another rice ball, laughing again.

"Your Leg Lock is something worthy coming back for, not gonna lie. But it's nice to talk to you too. And you're a good listener. It's something I had to learn too...," He scratches the back of his head again "I talked a lot about myself, but I heard almost nothing from you..."

"What do you want to know?," she continues eating "It's not like I hide much, either," she adjusts her glasses.

He nods, seeming to think hard... and then he asks, arching an eyebrow, genuinely curious, "Is it true that Tomori and you were rival delinquents during high school? And that you fought each other before becoming friends? Because holy shit, I thought only guys made friends like that!"

"Yes, women too. Now, you've probably never seen two girls fighting. When boys fight, you just need to separate them, and that's it. They'll probably say shit about each other's mom's afterwards, but the fight is pretty much over after that. But when girls decide to throw hands... bro...," she puts her hands on her face "They go for the fucking kill! They wanna destroy each other because other tactics didn't work. When a woman decides to fight physically, it's because things have escalated to an absurd level. Scratching, biting, pulling each other's hairs, choking, that's all we have. It's wild, to say the least."

He laughs in disbelief, out loud; the mental image was quite a scene "Yeah, I can see that, hahaha! But it's too surreal to think of that cute girl trying to beat the shit out of someone clearly taller and stronger than her. You, on the other hand, look pretty badass. I had those scratches on my back for a few days to prove it, hehehe!"

"Yeah, I've always been a Gyaru, you know? Since birth, because my skin was always tanned like this, and then I went to the beach every weekend to increase it. I hate artificial tanning, you know. And Tomori went through a phase where she was basically Satan's spawn, and she liked boys like the ones from my neighborhood, she even got a tattoo, hehe... so I think you already know the story, but still... we started liking the same boy. He acted all grown-up and cocky, and we thought it was the coolest shit ever," she blushes with embarrassment "That was when we became rivals. And yes, when I finally got a kiss from him, that crazy bitch came at me with a fucking baseball bat. I didn't let that slide, of course. We beat the everloving shit out of each other and got suspended from school for that." 

"Wow, so you don’t do artificial tanning? It's just excess melanin then, like with Himuro. In your case, it's hot as hell," He smiles a little mischievously, before continuing "And yeah, Okubo said that Tomori told him that she was unhinged when she was a teenager, but we didn't really believe it. At least until I saw the tattoo myself, one day when we were at Miss Kanami's house and she was wearing a skirt. I was so stunned that I kept staring, and Egghead thought I was ogling his girl. Dumbass almost punched me! Anyway...," He shakes his head "Fighting over boys, huh? That dude mustn't been worth it, if you became friends and he's nowhere to be found nowadays."

"You hit the nail on the head," she snorts "Especially a few days after, when we went back to school, and we discovered that the fucker had five… five!," she spreads her hand, pointing to each of her fingers "Five different girlfriends, one in each place. And they weren't just fuck-buddies, each one of them gave him a Valentine's Day gift and everything. And neither knew of the other's existence, dude was a piece of shit of the highest caliber."

Rihito, in another situation, would laugh and congratulate the guy for his courage and cluelessness. But he felt that was not the right answer. And he really needed to stop having those kinds of thoughts, if he wanted to be someone better and more interesting to the opposite sex. He simply shakes his head, his eyes bulging. 

"Holy shit, five? Is he still alive even after being caught? Where I come from, a motherfuck would've his dick chopped off for something like that.

"Oh, but we didn’t let it lie. Tomori and I joined forces and beat the crap outta him, so much so that he ended at the hospital. We caught him outside of school, so the school board didn't find out. And he didn't say anything either, 'cause a man who got his ass beat by a woman would become even more of a laughing stock back then. But we gave him a black eye and if he hasn't had a child to date, it was because Tomori was the one who hit him in the nuts with her trusty baseball bat. Then after that we went to drown our sorrows at a Ramen restaurant. We've been best friends ever since."

He sees when Rihito shivers, closing his legs tightly, a hilarious expression of horror taking over his face, which has turned pale. 

"Holy shit... I will never make fun of that girl again in my life. And I'm going to warn my pal about that too, damn it... but anyway...," He swallows hard, laughing with a certain nervousness "Friendship forged in fire, right? Few bonds are stronger than that, hahaha. I should've imagined it, but when she told me about you, the first image that came to my mind was of someone as tiny and cute as her... I'm glad I was wrong!"

"Hahaha... I can be cute too if I want," she smiles, adjusting her glasses out of habit "But my cuteness is much less... cute than hers. But we share many common tastes too. She and I love dancing, playing baseball (it's fun), going to the beach, going out shopping or to restaurants... one of our favorite pastimes when we were teenagers was buying clothes at thrift stores or getting materials to  customize our own clothes. I still make my own to this day."

"Heh... yeah, I can’t deny that I thought you were cute when you were patching up my arm. It almost made it worth getting razored. Almost," he hardens the biceps of his good arm, the muscles becoming even more prominent "But otherwise, these are very feminine, normal pastimes. I even think she helped you choose that pink monster back there," He indicates the pink couch in the living room with his thumb.

"Hahaha, no, I chose it myself, but Tomori was with me at the store. That's when I got this apartment. Of course, we went to furnish it straight from the thrift store. Usually in stores you only find standard, boring things, but in thrift stores there are even custom-made things that people throw away on a whim, still in excellent condition. I just had to clean it, and then it was brand new. Now it's my favorite furniture."

"Yeah... it kind of became my favorite too," He gives her a wink, smiling naughtily "That vintage, 'straight out of a porn movie' couch..." 

She laughs "Yeah, if you think like that... and as you've seen, it's pretty comfortable. But anyway... you know where I work, but what about you? You majored in Business Administration, so you're probably an office guy, am I right?

"Nah, I actually work at a fridge. Have you heard of SF Cold Storage? That's the place," He smiles "It's me and two other guys, just earning our daily bread and working out a little after the workday is over."

"Never heard of it, but maybe one day I'll pay you a visit," she nods "And wow, you're actually a pretty decent guy. I was prepared for anything, I knew almost nothing about you, and it's always good to be careful around these parts. But it's not like this is the middle of hell, it's a liveable place."

"Hey, I try! If I were to live solely on fight commissions, I wouldn't have enough to cover all the bills. And trying to be nice isn't a sacrifice, c'mon," He scratches the back of his head "I'm a perverted bum, but even a perverted bum has to know how the real world works... and seriously, be careful, okay?," He looks at her, suddenly worried "If this place is as dangerous as you say, you have to watch for fuckers like the one at the salon...

"Nah, he was an odd case, and I know how to take care of myself. I've lived here for years. Eight, I guess... yeah, something like that. And I have some friends here, from my high school days. Didn't I tell you I was a delinquent? Nowadays, these friends of mine are hard boiled thugs. They didn't even finish school, but everyone around here knows who I am. In fact, the jerk you beat the shit out of was one of them, but he had been kicked out of the gang when he tried to force himself on a random chick. The gang leader was fucking pissed, he was out of line with their principles. And as he was my fuck-buddy before that, he thought I wasn't in the gang's 'no touch' list and decided to try his luck. Thank fuck he found your fist instead of my mouth, hahahaha," she laughs devilishly "No, really, thanks for that. That bastard thought I would want swaps after I got rid of them... "

"Damn, girl... that's some crazy ass story," His eyebrows were high up, very close to his hairline "And it's a good thing that son of a bitch was kicked out of that gang, because me beating him up could cause problems for you... and for me too, now that I'n stoping to think about it," He blinks. And then he shrugs "Eh, fuck it, I can take care of myself too. And you're welcome," He smiles again "Again, it didn't cost me anything other than a few days taking care of my arm. Although the Hairspray Squad in that salon could take care of that fucker and leave him in an even worse state than I left him in."

"Yeah, you bet. We came together for that very reason. Like I said, decent men are in short supply here in the neighborhood," Akane sighs, and then smiles again "That said, I'm happy you came. I got a fuck-buddy and the rest of the day off. I think I'm going to buy something at the supermarket and take care of a few things... since...," she looks at his arm "I'm going to have to settle for just foreplay today."

"... You know you don’t need to, right?," He suddenly leans towards her, his gaze lewd "Since I'm playing the student and you, the teacher, we can continue in the same way. I promise I'll behave and stay quiet while you have fun with me," He smugs, showing those “little fangs” again "If I'm your fuck-buddy now, I have to play the part accordingly, hehe."

"Oh, but today’s lesson has already been taught," she pushes him back to make him straighten up "And look, can I be honest with you?," She cuckles in a sudden fit of shyness "I don't think I'll ever want to keep doing it the whole night long again. Not that I didn't like it, quite the contrary, but I was a wreck the next day, and I really don't have the stamina for that," she laughs coquettishly again.

He blinks. And then he laughed heartily, practically swelling with pride right before her eyes.

"Ahahaha, sorry about that! I kind of forget that not everyone has the stamina of a fighter. But remember that it was you who asked for it, and for an encore the next morning. I only met the demand," And again he goes to touch her thigh.

"I know!," she laughs again "I thought I could handle it, and I actually did, c'mon. And you must have seen that I was on a roll, even more so after I saw the whole package, if you know what I mean. No, it's not just your dick".

He laughs even louder, and she's surprised when he grabs her, his arms around her waist, and brings her close to him. But she realizes that he wasn't groping her or getting too carried away. It was a bear hug, pure and simple. She gasped for a second, her eyes wide and her glasses misaligned, but she calmed down when she noticed his intentions.

"Yes, I saw it, and it was that night that I decided I wanted to see it more often, because I also was on a roll because of you! I take back what I said at that time, you hit hard, but you know how to care for wounds a lot more, hahaha!"

"Oh, of course," she smiles "We hit to correct and we care to conquer, that's my ninja way, after all...," she laughs softly at the reference. And she stays quiet, still blushing, while he hugs her. 

"... Did you just quote Naruto at me? Really?," He stares at her, then laughs again "But the reference was good, I'll give you that, hahaha! And you can hit when you need to, as long as the caresses at the end are pleasant... and...," He then realizes the situation they were in, with him grabbing her and keeping her pinned against his chest  "Shit, my bad. I forgot again," He let go of her, all awkward."It was just a hug, I swear."

She pulls him back, but only to lightly bite his nipple. "Rawn," and she lets him go when he jumps, smiling to herself "We're even," purrs, adjusting her glasses.

He touches the area where she had bitten him, dumbfounded... and then he opens a huge smile, his slightly sharp teeth practically sparkling "Oh, you fuckin' minx... I'm going to have so much fun with you from now on, just you wait..."

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Face Masks

navi - masterlist

Bakugou x Reader

Mood Song: kiss me more

Summary: The king of perfect skin gets what nobody thought was possible: a zit. Luckily, you had the tools to get his skin back to perfection, but he wasn't going to like it.

Warnings: many, many curse words

The moment you began painting a charcoal mask on your boyfriend’s nearly flawless skin, you began to wonder how you even convinced him to let you do this.

But then again, there’s very little the man wouldn’t do to achieve perfection.

It all started with the two of you hanging out in your dorm. Bakugou was scrolling through his phone, while you rested your head on his chest and let your finger trace along the ridges of his muscles.

“Katsuki, I’m bored.” You groaned, lifting your head up to hold it in your palm while looking down to the blond.

Bakugou’s crimson eyes glanced from above his phone to take in your whine of boredom before scoffing as he looked back to his phone, “You’re the one that refuses to go outside, idiot.”

Your lower lip sunk into a pout as you sluggishly rolled on top of the boy, stradling your legs around his hips while your fingers began to card through his spiked locks. Careful to not move your hips around too much, knowing what the outcome of that would be, you let out a dramatic sigh.

“I refuse to go outside because it sounds like a freakin monsoon is going on out there.” You huffed, tugging at his locks just to prove a point which resulted in a low growl from him, “I’m not trying to get waterboarded.”

The young hero looked at you with unimpressed eyes as you spoke, tossing his phone to the side before closing his eyes as you massaged the top of his head.

“Then stop whining that you’re bored, I can’t do a damn thing about it.”

Though you knew Bakugou couldn’t demand Zeus to stop the miserable weather and take you out to have the best day of your life: that didn’t mean you still weren’t going to be a brat about it.

“You’re no fun, K.” You hissed, burying your face into his neck as your plush lips left warm kisses along every crevice.

Bakugou’s body immediately tensed up from your sensual affection, his hands gripping at your hips now as he growled your name out lowly.

It was at that moment you realized, your boyfriend never had a single flaw in his skin. No acne, blackheads, whiteheads, acne scars, anything. Completely blemish free.

Eventually you knew to stop asking him, as he loved to gloat about how his quirk provided him with nearly perfect skin. All the little shit had to do was shower for five minutes each night and he had god level skin.

That is, until now.

As your lips met his jawline, you paused to give him a knowing look through hooded eyes, his crimson glare already on you before your eyes noticed a bright red bump in your peripheral vision.

Glancing down quickly, your eyes widened upon seeing what you truly thought was impossible.

“No way…” You whispered, Bakugou’s eyes following your shocked ones as he looked down before raising a brow.

“The fuck are you starin at?” Bakugou hissed, slightly beginning to worry when you didn’t respond and instead began to touch at his chin, “What the hell is wr-SHIT.”

The minute your finger made contact with the zit, the ash blond nearly shoved you away as he jerked his head from your tough and glared at you. Then he froze, realizing your touch shouldn’t have hurt him like that.

“It hurts too?” You questioned, a laugh of disbelief bubbling in your chest before you poked an accusatory finger into his chest, “Holy shit Katsuki, you have a zit!”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, his face turning pale as if you had just informed him his mother died. Rubbing a rough finger along his chin, he grit his teeth and scrambled for his phone.

“No fuckin way.” He mumbled to himself, quickly swiping to the camera app to aim it at his face. The entire time you couldn’t help but giggle, finally watching him get the karma that was always meant to be served to him one day.

Sure enough when he zoomed in on the camera, he saw the ugly blackhead daring to pop out of his flawless pale skin. His lips turned into a grimace of disgust as he narrowed his eyes down to the bump.

The minute a snort escaped your lips, you immediately regretted it as his red hot glare fell on you now, “You shut the hell up! Your face looked like a fucking war zone a few weeks ago.”

“I was on my period you dick, those hormones can cause breakouts,” You huffed out in between giggles, crawling closer to him as he began looking at the zit once more, “Is it that time of the month for you baby?”

The minute your hand rested on his abdomen and you looked up at him with those taunting eyes, he shoved you away and stood up storming around the room.

“Don’t go to sleep tonight Y/n.”

Now you were bursting into full laughter, rolling off the bed and following him to your bathroom as he now looked at himself in the full mirror.

“I’m just teasing you K, this is your first zit!” You cooed, hopping up on the bathroom counter beside him before slapping his hand away as he began to rub it along the zit more, “Don’t touch it! You’ll break out even more.”

Bakugou let out a frustrated growl, but eventually stopped touching it before glaring down to you with flushed cheeks, “Then what the hell am I supposed to do?”

Biting at your lip, you pondered the question seriously. At the end of the day, having a zit was no fun. Lucky for him, you had almost every product out there thanks to your occasional breakouts.

Glancing around the bathroom, your eyes lit up with an idea before you grinned over to him, the sight making him groan.

“I do have something that may help get the blackhead out, but it’s gonna hurt…” You hummed, wrapping your finger around his sweatpants and tugging him closer as you tilted your head up to him, “Think you can handle it?”

And that’s how you ended up here, painting on more of the black goop along his face. You knew he was never one to back down from a challenge.

“Quit moving around, you’ll make the mask crack before it’s finished!” You huffed, making sure the brush avoided his brows and eyes before looking back in the mirror to make sure your own was looking okay.

The two of you looked quite adorable if you were being honest. Your friends would go crazy if he saw the two of you with matching headbands and painted charcoal masks on. It was your mission to sneak a picture somehow, but your main mission was to stop the impatient boy from moving.

He seemed to think it was funny messing you up, your annoyed pouts growing cuter by the second. Glaring up at him you decided to snatch his neck to keep him in place, gripping down hard causing him to choke out in surprise as you bursted into laughter.

Your hand was seized just as fast at your pathetic attempt to keep him still, his face nearing yours as you bursted into more giggles, “You better keep your hands to yourself princess.”

The threat went over your shoulder, mostly, as you pushed him back with rolled eyes, “Yeah yeah, just stay still buttercup or I’m going to accidentally get this in your hair.”

That statement had Bakugou taking you seriously for once, a huff of air coming from his nose before he closed his eyes and remained still for you.

“This shit better fuckin work.” He grumbled, a smile falling on your lips as you gently placed the rest of the mask on his face.

Somehow you convinced him to get a picture. The moment you gushed about wanting to save it for your children he finally gave in and gave one of the most dreadful faces he could, contrasting beside your sweet smile. Regardless, it was only his fate since you were definitely sending it in the group chat with his friends.

Once the masks had finally dried on both of your faces, you were shocked to see Bakugou wanted his off first. He demanded it, actually.

“Y’sure K? Maybe we should take mine off first, just so you see how it works,” You said, eyes filling with worry as he stubbornly looked down at you, “It’s pretty painful.”

Though Bakugou’s eyes did soften at your concern, it didn’t stop the crude words from exiting his mouth. It never usually did.

“I’ll be fine. I’m not fuckin weak, like you.”

Your jaw fell slack at his response, eyes narrowed before you hopped back on the counter and furrowed your brows at him challengingly, “Fine, let’s do this.”

Even though you knew he deserved to have the whole damn mask ripped off at once, you didn’t quite have the heart to do that. Instead you dug your nail under the top right side of his face, running your fingers gently along the dried mask before looking at him.

“Need a safe word?”

You meant it half as a joke, half as concern. He took it as neither as he glared at you.

“Just take it the hell off brat.”

Smiling you shrugged at him, giving the mask a gentle shrug before sealing his doom.

You started by gripping onto the small hanging piece of the mask and gave it a firm tug, a part of the mask coming off but not without a sharp hiss escaping Bakugou’s lips.

You looked down to him with a raised brow, but he showed no expression to stop.

“Keep going.” Bakugou hissed through gritted teeth.

Letting out a sigh you tugged more at the edge, giving it a firm tug before the ash blond instinctively shoved you away, a sharp cry escaping his lips.

“What the fuck is this stuff?” Bakugou growled, rubbing at the burning skin that was now free from the dark mask.

Rolling your eyes, you folded your arms, looking at his wide crimson eyes, “I told you it hurts Katsuki! Do you want me to get you a cool rag?”

“No!” The ash blond snarled, narrowing his eyes as he gripped onto the edge, “You were probably just pulling it off wrong, let me do it.”

Lifting your hands in the air defensively you stepped back to let him do the work, your face deadpanning as he made his attempt to tug the mask off.

With just one slight tug, the ash blond immediately flinched back, his eyes squeezing shut, “Holy shit! Is this stuff made of Elmer’s fucking glue?!”

You couldn’t help but bubble into laughter again, his red face and shocked expression priceless in the moment.

“You shut up shitty girl, last time I take beauty advice from you!”

After his miniature fit, he continued to tug piece by piece at the mask, each time making a loud remark causing you to burst into more laughter.

Something about him yelling profane words because of a simple face mask made you crack up, perhaps the sweet taste of karma making it that much better.

With one last final tug, Bakugou finally gave up, his fist smashing into your marble countertop as he let out a string of colorful words.

At this point you were rolling on the ground, wheezing and gasping for air as you laughed so hard. You were surprised you hadn’t passed out from how hard you were laughing.

Bakugou’s furious eyes were now on you, his head tilting to the side as he let out a growl, “You think this is fucking funny you asshole?”

Letting out a few more chuckles you had to hold your side due to the pain from your laughter, stumbling up a bit while using the counter for support before looking at him with a red face.

“Okay okay I’m sorry K, I just die when you curse like that,” You explained, trying to shove down a few more giggles before taking a deep breath to steady yourself, “I’ll get that last piece for you, just the forehead then you’re done.”

The blond looked you up and down with untrusting eyes, his nose lifted up to you while you let out a few more giggles.

“Don’t look at me like that! I tried to tell you this was going to hurt!”

Bakugou let out a huff and turned to leave the bathroom before you quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him to the counter, “Promise I’ll be gentle, just one last tug okay?”

Realizing there was no better alternative, Bakugou finally gave in, moving closer to you so you could reach up to his forehead. His face was already bright red, most likely a result from ripping off the mask so aggressively. Somehow even with aggravated skin, his face still looked soft and beautiful.

Looking back to his already shut eyes, you smiled down to him before gripping at the last piece of the mask.

“Ready.. and…”

Riiiiiip

The sound of raw skin being torn off like duck tape on a hairy chest echoed through the air, not too long after the sound of Bakugou’s scream.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Bakugou yelled, his body jumping away from yours as he held onto his head in agony.

This set you off, your head whipping back as you bursted into uncontrollable laughter. The ash blond began to pace around your bedroom while letting out a string of curses while he held onto his burning skin.

In between laughter you peaked your head from outside your bathroom, an innocent smile on your features as you tried to contain your laughter in order to speak.

“A..At least the mask is off now? And your skin looks flawless!”

Bakugou’s sudden rageful expression was focused on you, his eyes narrowing down to you as a sinister smirk formed on his lips.

“Oh yeah princess? Still laughing?” Bakugou questioned in a dark tone, causing your continuous laughter to die down as you raised a curious brow to him, “Well now it’s your fucking turn to take the mask off.”

Suddenly your goofy grin dropped as you noticed the ash blond begin to walk towards you with a mischievous grin curving onto his lips.

“Oh shit…”

[voxmortuus]

Okay. Eddie Request. Something fluffy. Really sweet and affectionate with the reader? I am not sure about the little details. Hmm... A date night in his van?

PAIRING: Eddie Munson X F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 679

UNIVERSE: Stranger Things

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

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Trigger Warning(s): Use of Pot | Kisses | Cuddles | Curse Words used | Fluff | Run away cat | Death of pet fish | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

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Your day had been complete shit. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Your cat door dodged you and ran off into the woods somewhere, your car wouldn't start, your manager decided to give you hell at work, and the customers were all rude. You get a call from your sibling at work that your goldfish had died while they were putting out food for your cat, and then your mother decided to stop by and make sure you were at work. You didn't know why she still needed to do this; you were legally an adult. Old habits, you supposed. The only thing you were looking forward to was your date with Eddie tonight. 

Finally getting home after a co-worker dropped you off, you head inside, take a shower, flush your dead fish, and sit out on your front porch steps waiting. Your leg bounces with anticipation. You feel like you haven't seen him in days. You hear Dio's Holy Diver in the distance, and you know. You get these butterflies in your stomach and can't help but get the excited soft giggles when you see his van coming down the street. 

When he pulls up to the sidewalk, he leans over and opens the door for you. "Hey, Princess, hop in we're goin' somewhere special." He smirks.

And just like that, you lost your fuckin mind. Running to the van, you hop in and lean in, kiss his cheek, buckle up and look around. "Okay, what did you have in mind for date night?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe we can head out into the middle of nowhere, smoke a little, and just chill."

"You know, that sounds like a fantastic idea. After the day I had." 

"Uhoh, you had a bad day Princess, Tell me about it."

You proceed to tell him about your day as he lights up a joint and hands it over. The music is turned down so he can hear you. Taking a drag, you let out a heavy breath and look over at him. "It was just awful, the only thing I wanted to do, was get off work and spend my time with you."

"Well, I'm sorry your day was shit, Princess."

"You made my day better. You're my Comfort Puppy."

"Good. I'm glad." He smiled with a soft chuckle and took the joint back and headed down a dirt path. 

Letting out a breath, you look around, watching the forest around you getting thicker. Pulling into a part of the woods that was pretty much a small circular clearing. Turning the Van off he heads to the back and opens up the doors and climbs in and looks to the front. "Princess, you comin?"

"YEAH! I'm coming! Hang on!" You struggle a bit and finally make your way to the back. 

He had blankets and pillows, munchie finger foods, and drinks ready for you both. As you two finish the joint he puts it out and puts his arm around you and pulls you close. Turning on your side you rest your head against his shoulder, hand on his chest, and smiled softly. There was nothing better than this moment. What made it better was when he turned and faced you, pulling you close he put a blanket on you both and ran his ring-dressed fingers through your hair, and leaned in and kissed you sweetly. 

The way his hand caressed your cheek, the way his lips pressed against yours, there was nothing more perfect at this moment than that kiss. He pulled you closer and just stared at you, his puppy-dog eyes searching yours. Watching him, you feel like you could do this for days, and never bore of it. His fingers brushed through your hair again, tucking it behind your ear, ran down your arm, slipping to your back he pulled you even closer and just watched you. This was all you needed today. Him, his van, a good high, and silence from the world, other than the radio on a low hum in the background. 

[luxeavenger]

Happy Halloween

Day 31 Kinktober prompt: Role play

Rating: Explicit (18+only)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader

Words: 3738

Warnings: Roleplay, costumes, priest!steve, demon!bucky, nun!reader, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), anal fingering, object insertion, anal beads, double penetration (in two holes), derogatory language: slut (affectionate), felching, come eating, collar, spanking, aftercare, blasphemy (a LOT of it), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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You finally put the finishing touches on your nun outfit, excited about heading to the costume contest at the local strip club later with you and your super soldiers all dressed up. When you step out of the bathroom there’s music playing, something with a grinding, erotic beat. Earlier that day Clint switched out all the light bulbs in the main area for red ones, so the whole inside of the RV looks like the setting for a horror movie.

Steve’s dressed up as a priest. He looks kinda holy, but also a lot like trouble. It’s a simple getup: black pants, long sleeve black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a white clerical collar. His golden fauxhawk is styled into a messy pompadour. His shirt is just this side of too tight, and every time he moves his tattoo-covered arms, his shirt sleeves look like they’re going to split right up the middle. And his black skinny jeans are just snug enough to show off his narrow waist, and plump ass. He has a big black rosary dangling from one wrist.

He looks like he could absolve you of your sins, then fuck ‘em right back into you.

Bucky, on the other hand, is barely dressed at all. As Steve's pet demon, his only item of clothing is a pair of shredded and faded Daisy Dukes. They show off the long line of his tattooed legs and accentuate the corded muscle of his thighs. He has kohl eyeliner smudged over his lids, and a gnarled set of devil horns growing out of his forehead. Digging into his Adam’s apple is a brand new, black, custom-leather collar, with a heavy o-ring dangling over his throat. Clipped to the ring is a chain leash, the other end is wrapped around Steve’s wrist.

Earlier, when Steve buckled the collar around Bucky’s neck he made sure it was just a touch too tight, and Bucky nearly went feral.

When you step into the room, Steve is sitting on the stained, threadbare couch, with his thighs spread wide and his arms casually lying over the back of the sofa. Bucky’s sitting on Steve’s outstretched legs facing the seated man, grinding and gyrating his hips. The lap dance is slow and dirty. The muscles in Bucky’s back flexing and rolling like ocean waves. His hips sway hypnotically in time to the music. Steve keeps the leash pulled taut, so Bucky lets out a throaty moan every time one of them applies extra tension to it.

They’re absolutely lost in each other’s company.

You aren’t at all upset that they haven’t noticed you yet, so you sit on the edge of your bunk as quietly as possible to watch them enjoy each other. Soon, Steve is opening the front of their pants so he can get their cocks out. He takes them both in one big hand and jacks them slowly.

“Oh shit, Stevie,” Bucky groans, immediately rolling his hips to fuck into Steve’s grip. “I like that.”

“Yeah?” Steve purrs. “I can tell. You’re so fuckin’ hard, Buck.”

“Cock feels so good against mine.”

“How about when I do this?” Steve asks, before hooking his pinky finger in Bucky’s PA piercing, and tugging it in time with his strokes over their shafts.

Bucky’s voice is a low rumble, “Oh god, harder. Fuck, like that.”

Steve smiles up at him. “‘S that feel good, nasty boy?”

Bucky groans an affirmative in response.

“You fucking love it. You’re getting my finger wet. Your desperate fucking cock is leaking all over me.”

“‘S because you make me feel so good, Stevie.”

Steve tilts his face up toward Bucky, and tugs on his leash. “Gimmie a kiss then, nasty boy.”

With a whimper, Bucky meets Steve halfway, and they greedily bite and lick at each other. Steve twists the hand around their dicks, and Bucky throws his head back with a moan.

You must make a noise of your own because their eyes turn toward you. They smile at you and rest their heads together.

“Well? Let’s see you,” Steve urges, still jacking their dicks.

You stand, and fluff your veil, doing a slow turn while they catcall you. Your outfit is pretty simple as well, a black see-through mesh crop-top with electrical tape crosses covering your nipples, a black vinyl micro-mini skirt that just barely comes past your ass, a black and white veil, and black thigh-high fishnet stockings.

“You look good enough to eat,” Bucky says with a wicked grin, licking his lips for emphasis.

“Right back atcha, Buck,” you grin.

“Get over here,” Steve beckons you over.

You knee up on the couch and Bucky’s hand goes around your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Steve urges you to lift your shirt up so he can get his mouth on your tits, the hand that isn’t on their cocks smooths up the inside of your thigh. Steve’s calloused fingertips slide through the moisture dripping down your legs. He hisses.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked, doll,” he licks you off his fingertips, and dips his hand under your skirt with a deep groan. He slips two fingers inside you, pulls them out, and taps Bucky’s cheek. He breaks the kiss, and Steve slips his fingers into Bucky’s mouth and fucks them in and out while Bucky licks them clean.

“More,” he murmurs when Steve’s fingers are clean.

You swat Steve’s hand away when he comes back for more. You shove Bucky’s shoulder, “You know damn well where to get more if you want it so bad.”

“Lemme go Steve.”

As soon as Steve’s hand is off his dick, Bucky’s on you. He’s got his tongue in your cunt before you even register that the world is suddenly inverted. Bucky has your shoulders on the couch cushions, your ass propped up against the back of it aimed at the ceiling, and your tiny skirt bunched up around your waist. You don’t even have it in you to complain, because he’s grinding his cock against you, and his tongue is working its magic inside you.

Bucky’s leash is cool against the back of your thigh, and it rattles and sways when Steve knees up onto the sofa next to you. He’s already shimmied out of his jeans and shed his shirt. He takes your hand and kisses your palm before guiding it to his cock.

Steve nibbles the back of your thigh, rumbling against it when you stroke a fist up his shaft. He palms over your ass cheek, and smacks it with a resounding crack. The warm weight of his hand disappears, then two spit-slick fingers are pressing into your asshole. You moan and squirm, and there’s another smack to your ass, this time it’s Bucky.

“I wanna eat your pussy, not chase it. Stay fucking still,” he growls against your cunt.

“I’m trying,” you whimper.

“Not very hard obviously,” he says, smacking you again right over the first handprint, and the sting goes directly to your cunt, making you groan, and push against Steve’s fingers. “See?” Bucky barks. “We’re barely even doing anything yet, kitten. And we can make it a whole lot harder if you don’t stop.”

Bucky slides three fingers into your cunt, and twists them inside you until you groan his name. Fingers spread your pussy lips, and Bucky hawks a wad of spit over your clit, and gets his tongue on it.

Between their fingers, and Bucky’s sinful goddamn mouth, it isn’t long before you come, rocking your hips every time Bucky’s tongue flicks your over-sensitive clit.

“You still can’t fucking hold still can you?”

“No,” you say softly. “But I’m trying.” You’re pouting now.

Suddenly everyone’s fingers are gone, and you whine. Bucky shushes you.

You hear a soft rattling noise, then Steve’s thumbs hook into your pussy, and spread you open. Something chilly dips into your entrance, and it’s the wrong shape and weight to be Bucky’s metal fingers. More of the soft jangling noise, and the chilliness continues to slip inside of you.

Suddenly it hits you, and you groan.

“B-Bucky, is that your leash?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to stop?”

“If you stop I will never speak to you again.”

He huffs a laugh, “That’s what I thought.”

His fingers move to circle your clit, and more chain slips into you. You’re starting to feel the weight of it inside you. It’s not huge: four feet of stainless steel, two-inch straight-link chain, but as it settles in the cradle of your body it feels more substantial than it did when you were skipping around the hardware store with it in your hand earlier.

Well, I guess I know why he was so aggro about cleaning it earlier, you think.

Every time you squirm the chain shifts a little. It’s strange, but not unpleasant. Then a section of it slides over your g-spot, and you groan a curse.

“Jesus, doll. You’re so wet I can barely keep my fingers inside you.”

You slur, “Not supposed to say that, Stevie.”

“Say what?”

“You took the lord’s name in vain. You’re not a very good priest.”

“Oh fuck. You’re right,” he snorts. “Then I guess it probably won’t hurt to tell you my rosary is actually anal beads, and they’re going up your ass as soon as I’m done helping Bucky.”

“Fuck,” you groan.

Steve gasps, “That wasn’t very holy of you!”

With a huff, you point out, “You started it!” Steve nips at your ass cheek and you yelp. It moves the chain again, and you groan when it shifts against your walls.

The chain is still attached to Bucky’s collar, he unclips himself for a moment, and bends over to give you an upside-down kiss. As soon as he does, Steve spits on your hole, and starts slipping beads into your ass.

You whimper into Bucky’s kiss. “Are you okay? Are you comfortable?” he asks.

“I’m totally okay, I just really fucking need to come,” you whimper, trying not to focus on the way each bead stretches your asshole right before Steve pops it past your rim.

He grins, “I think we can give you a hand with that.”

As soon as Steve has stuffed the last bead into you, Bucky reattaches the leash to his collar, and starts sucking on your clit and dipping his fingers into your pussy to rub over your sweet spot. Steve is alternating between fucking you with his fingers, and the top part of the cross at the end of his anal beads. You’re moaning, and squirming as much as their iron grip on you allows. Between the two of them, and their props it doesn’t take long at all for you come. You sink your nails into Bucky’s thick thighs, and wail their names as your whole body throbs in time with the pulse of your climax.

“Jesus fucking christ,” you gasp.

Steve’s big hand cracks down on your ass, and you swear he hits you hard enough you can feel the sting of his chunky rings branded into the meat of your ass. “That wasn’t very nun-like of you,” he tsks. “None of that was, actually.”

“Fuck you, Steve,” you mean to sound cross, but they’re both emptying your holes, so it just comes out sounding all feathery and aroused.

“That’s a great idea, doll, because I am having some impure fuckin’ thoughts right now.”

By the time the beads and chain are out of you, you’re sweaty, groaning, and desperate. You’ve been moaning fuck me, fuck me for awhile, and you’re almost certain that a light breeze is all it would take to make you come.

The world goes right-side-up again when Steve pulls you into his lap. He drops you onto his cock, sinking into your ass with a rumbling groan.

Bucky kneels in front of you, and slips three fingers into your cunt, and leans over to whisper in your ear. “I wish you could see how fucking worked up you’ve got Steve right now. I can’t wait to get my cock in you, but Stevie’s desperate to get his come in you.” He nudges his nose against the helix of your ear, and coos, “So why don’t you let him come in your tight little ass first, then I’ll get my dick in this wet fucking cunt?”

“Okay, Bucky,” you sigh against his cheek.

“Mmm. There’s my good little slut,” he purrs. “Maybe we could help him out a little. Think you can come on his cock” he nips your earlobe, “slut?”

It’s a stupid question, because it would be harder to not come at this point. On top of the way Steve’s stretching your ass with his fat dick, there’s Bucky’s fingers, and his filthy fucking mouth to contend with. And you want to say things—maybe even smart things—but the only word you’ve got for him is yeah.

“There’s my good girl,” he growls low and quiet. “Now why don’t you milk his cock with that sweet little asshole and come for him like a good slut.”

As predicted, that’s all it takes, your head thunks back against Steve’s shoulder when you come. Your back arches almost painfully. You huff out a moan with each slap of his hips against your ass, and reach out for something to hold. Steve throws his arm around your chest, and you cling to it desperately.

Even as his cock throbs inside you and fills your ass with his come, he’s whispering in your ear, “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Bucky’s thumbs pinch your chin to make you look at him. “Are you okay, princess?” Everytime you open your mouth only whimpers and moans come out. You nod. “If you’re okay, tap my chin.” You lift a finger, and skritch it through his short beard until you get to the cleft in his chin.

“Boop,” you giggle.

It makes Bucky smile. “Someone’s a little cock drunk, huh?” You giggle again and nod. “Are you done?” You shake your head. “You still wanna go?” An emphatic nod makes him chuckle. “God, you’re such a good girl for us,” he murmurs against your lips. You hum happily when he slides his fingers into your pussy.

Steve’s still hard inside you, and he groans in your ear when your hips rock to meet Bucky’s fingers.

Bucky nibbles on your bottom lip before asking, “Is my little cock-drunk slut ready to get dicked down?”

As it turns out, you are able to make a word come out. Two of them actually: fuck yes. You’d like to mentally pat yourself on the back, but Bucky starts pushing his cock into you, and all that pride goes out the window. You just keep showing off your two favorite words: fuckyesfuckyesfuckyes.

As soon as Bucky bottoms out Steve pins you against his chest so they can start fucking you.

Looking to ground yourself a little, you dig your fingers into the arm Steve’s using to keep you pinned, while your other hand looks for somewhere to grab Bucky. You can’t seem to grip his metal arm because of the thin layer of sweat coating your hand. So you hook your fingers under his collar for some skin-to-skin contact.

Even in the otherworldly crimson light you see Bucky’s pupils blow wide. He gasps, “Kitten,” in a way that sounds as much like a plea as it does a warning. You know what he means, but you want him to let go.

“C’mon,” you slur, and squeeze the thick leather hard enough that it creaks against your palm. You gasp when you feel the answering throb of his dick in your guts.

Steve helps you out by twisting the length of chain around his fist, slowly towing Bucky in close. Bucky bares his teeth, and growls low. Steve growls right back. “I believe,” he rumbles, hooking a finger through the o-ring, “the fucking lady said, come on,” he finishes by yanking the collar hard enough to pin Bucky against you.

Bucky makes a noise so visceral it bounces around your organs where he’s pressed up against your body. His hips snap, driving his cock into you so hard you feel the jolt all the way in your fucking molars. Steve’s got ahold of his collar now, so you abandon your grip on it, and wind your fingers into Bucky tangled hair instead, carefully avoiding his horns.

He grunts, “Kitten, fuck,” when you give his chestnut strands a tug.

Steve purrs in your ear, “Look at him, doll. He’s fucking wrecked. You’re the only thing he feels right now. Be a good girl and come for him.”

Steve’s command would be impossible to deny, even if you wanted to. But he’s right—Bucky is completely lost in you. It’s written all over his face, and in every straining muscle. So you come for him. You let go, and let him get lost in the clutch of your body. You wail his name, to remind him who you’re coming for, and gush over his cock.

Steve whispers, “Good girl, good girl,” against the damp skin of your neck with every squeeze of your body.

Bucky moans your name, rutting deep into you and unloading his twitching cock with an animal growl. An answering groan from Steve precedes the throb of his cock filling your ass with wet heat that spills out of your messy hole to drip down his balls.

He lifts you up just enough to slip out of you, and pulls your legs open. “Look how messy she is, Buck,” he chides, tugging on the leash twisted around his fist. “She can’t go out like this—her skirt barely covers her ass. We’re not letting other people see this pretty cunt dripping our come all night. Are we?” He slaps your pussy with a wet splat, pulls the leash so Bucky’s head is level with your cunt, and smacks his cheek. “Clean her up.”

Bucky licks a stripe through your folds with a groan. He laps at your cunt, dipping his fingers inside of you to tease out every briny drop of jizz he left behind. By the time he’s done you’re groaning, and squirming, whining for an orgasm.

Steve swirls his fingers over your clit. “Let him finish what he’s doing, doll.” You pout, but nod against Steve’s chest. “Good girl,” he whispers, lifting your legs higher so Bucky can root his tongue into your ass, sucking and slurping, and making you feel so good while he cleans you up that you come with just a few slips of Steve’s fingers against your sweet spot. Bucky digs his tongue into your asshole just to feel it squeeze and flutter when you come.

Another tug on the leash, Steve murmurs, “That’s enough.” He lets the chain fall to the floor so Bucky can sit back on heels. Steve shifts you sideways on his lap so he can cuddle you to his chest.

Bucky curls his knees to his chest, and wraps his arms around them. “You okay, Buck?” you ask, skritching your nails over his scalp.

“I am, kitten,” he hums. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. But c’mere,” you wave your hand, until he climbs up onto the couch beside Steve. You push yourself over into his lap and give him a hug. He buries his face in your neck, and drags in several deep breaths. His muscles loosen with every inhale.

“I love you,” he finally sighs against your skin.

“Oh, Bucky,” you nuzzle against his hair, huffing the comforting, familiar scent of him, “I love you too.”

Steve gets up to clean himself and grab a couple wet rags so he can do the same with you and Bucky. He shoos you off Bucky’s lap so he can check on him first.

“Thank you, Stevie,” Bucky says softly while Steve mops his face up.

“You’re welcome, Buck,” Steve smiles tenderly. “Your eyeliner is a mess now though,” he chuckles.

“‘S okay. I’m a demon. Not supposed to be pretty anyway.”

“You couldn’t stop being pretty if you tried,” Steve says, stroking over Bucky’s cheekbone with his thumb.

“Mmm, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I love you, pretty boy.”

Bucky huffs, “Love you too, Stevie.”

A gentle tug on Bucky’s collar, “You okay keeping this on?”

Bucky nods vigorously. “Please.”

“Alright, but you tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“I will.”

“Good boy.” The praise makes Bucky’s eyes flutter shut.

“Okay, sweet girl, your turn,” Steve turns his attention to you. “Look at you. You’re gorgeous, princess. The sluttiest nun I’ve ever seen.”

You giggle, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Are you okay?”

“Of course.”

“That’s good.”

He tidies your face, then makes you stand so he can wipe over your thighs, and tug your skirt down from where it’s bunched up around your waist. “Aww. It's wrinkled. And there’s a big hole in your fishnet here.” He wiggles his finger into the hole and pulls it away from your leg.

“It’s okay. I’ll take them off. I don’t need them.”

“Here, let me, princess.” He helps you out of the ruined thigh highs, and into your combat boots. “There you are. Fucking gorgeous. Every priest’s wet dream.”

You laugh, “Only yours, Stevie.”

“Especially mine.”

Bucky has slipped back into his shorts, and laced up his shitkickers. He’s made a loop in his leash, and he’s trying to lasso his own foot. “Get dressed, pip squeak,” he gripes. “We were supposed to leave an hour ago.”

“I know, I know,” Steve grunts, looking for his clothes.

“Your pants are here, Stevie,” you retrieve them from under the couch.

“Here’s your other thingie,” Bucky says, handing over Steve’s clerical collar.

“Ahha! Shirt!” Steve says triumphantly. He ducks into the bathroom to check the mirror.

“Aww man. Someone got come stains all over my shirt.”

“Calm down, I’m sure between the three of us there is another black shirt around here somewhere,” Bucky says with a dramatic eye roll.

“Here’s a racerback tank top of Bucky’s?” you offer the first item of black clothing you come across.

“It’s not very priest-like…” Steve squints at it.

Bucky shrugs, “Unless… You’re a priest who is sexy as fuck?”

Steve looks at you.

You nod in confirmation. “I agree. You would look sexy as fuck.”

“Tank top it is then.”

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[buckysimp101]

And They Were Roommates- Part 10

Roommate!Bucky x original female character

Series Masterlist

Olivia's POV

Earlier

You watched him go. Olivia. You let him go. Helovesyouhelovesyouhelovesyou. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed, my brain finally catching up with what had just happened. By this point Bucky had disappeared down the stairs and out of sight. I gathered my dress as I ran as fast as these stupidfuckingheels would let me, looking everywhere to see if I could find Bucky, with no luck. Our friends were still at the bar so I ran up to them, all I could manage to sputter was "Bucky! Where?" most of them shrugging their shoulders, except for Steve who managed to point at the front door. Thanking him profusely, I ran out the front door but no luck. The luck I did have? To run into Anna.

"Hey, you're Anna right? Have you seen, Bucky?" I asked in between gasps of breath.

She made eye contact with me, her face screwing up in confusion as she answered, "who?"

I rolled my eyes, I didn't have time for this, and practically yelled, "James fuckin Barnes, also known as Bucky. Do. You. Know. Where. He. Went?"

Anna's eyes widened as she nodded her head yes. I waited for her to answer but she must have been too stunned to speak because I had to prompt her with a yelled, "WELL!?"

"He went home! He said he was going home!" she responded, I thanked her and immediately hailed the next cab I could to make my way to our apartment for the first time in two weeks.

Stan, our night-shift door man, greeted me with a smile and a brief, "it's good to see you kiddo!" as I waved and thanked him for holding the door. The elevators were busy. Because of fucking course the elevators were busy, when were they not in this godforsaken apartment complex. I bolted for the stairs and took them as fast as I could. When I reached our floor I was out of breath. My hair had started falling out of its formal setting and into my eyes halfway up the stairs, but I needed to get to my apartment. Once I reached the front door I froze.

Shit. What the fuck am I supposed to say? Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck. Take a deep breath, Liv and just fuckin knock already. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Waited a minute. When I didn't get an answer or hear Bucky's voice I knocked again, practically pounding on the door this time, only to hear Bucky yell "alright, alright. Hold onto your fuckin panties, I'm he-," the door swinging open at that point to reveal my best friend and the fucking love of my life, his sentence stalling out as he stood in the doorway.

I didn't even notice the tears that had been welling in my eyes since I first stepped in front of the apartment and without a chance to chicken out I looked James Buchanan Barnes square in the face and said,

Present

"Bucky. Say it again."

He stood there looking like a fish. His mouth opening and closing, his hand running through his hair like it always did when he was nervous or didn't know what to say. I took this moment to get a better look at him. He looked great, cause of course he did. He had obviously shed his jacket at some point after he got home and judging by the slight redness of his eyes he'd had at least one drink too.

This is it. It's time.

I took a deep breath, looked into those steel blue eyes and said, "Bucky Barnes I love you more than all the stars in this universe," I watched said eyes widen and his breathing stutter but he didn't respond, so I took that as a sign to continue, "I'm fairly certain I've loved you since the moment I saw you. These last two weeks have been literal hell on earth. You are my best friend and the love of my life. If I so much as try to imagine a life without you in it I feel like I'm going to throw up. I love you and your ridiculously handsome looks, the way you cut the crusts of my fuckin peanut butter and jellies when I run out of Uncrustables. I love the way you smile when you see Wanda and Vision's cat, when you quote The Lord of the Rings in any situation for no apparent reason. James Buchanan Barnes, you are the fucking sun at the center of my universe and the gravity that binds it all together and I am hopelessly adrift without you." I finished, finally taking a breath for the first time during this whole monologue.

Bucky looked at me in awe, for a brief second, and then quirked one of his eyebrows questioningly, causing me to stare back in confusion. Bucky seemed to take note of my confusion because he finally said, "You done with monologue, Livvie? Cause after nine years of waiting, I really wanna kiss you right now."

HOLYFUCKINGSHITBUCKYBARNESJUSTSAIDHEWANTSTOKISSME!!!!!!

I shook my head yes and quietly whispered, "mmhmm. all done," just in time for Bucky to wrap one arm around my waist and use the other to guide my face to his, pulling me in for a deep kiss.

You know how in the movies they detail first kisses as being fireworks and explosions and nothing else exists except the couple? Well they got the last part right. But kissing Bucky Barnes? Felt like home. It didn't give me butterflies, well it did a little I can't lie, but it didn't feel like the Fourth of July. No. It felt warm, comforting, and passionate. It felt like something I never wanted to go a day without in the future, something that I'm surprised I made it this far in life without ever being treated to. Bucky moved one of his hands into my hair to guide the kiss, ultimately leading to a very steamy kiss that caused me to whimper into his mouth. Bucky took that as his cue to snake his tongue into my mouth and deepen the kiss even more.

When we finally broke for air, realizing we were still in the doorway, Bucky held the door open for me to enter our apartment. As soon as the door closed, he had me pressed against the door to kiss me again, these kisses were light, almost teasing, until finally he rested his head against mine. Looking me in the eyes, Bucky smirked and whispered, "hopelessly adrift, huh?" causing me to roll my eyes and laugh at the dramatics that had just taken place.

"You didn't realize that? Honey, you've been the light of my life for nine years." I added thoughtfully, moving a hand up to stroke his face.

Bucky nuzzled into my touch before whispering, "guess we've both been some pining idiots, huh?" his frankness causing me to burst out in laughter.

"I guess you're lucky you're cute, Barnes."

"I think you mean, ridiculously handsome," he growled jokingly, throwing my words from my monologue back at me before kissing me lightly once more.

As I sighed into the kiss Bucky slowly pulled back, a more serious look gracing his features before he said, "Olivia, I need you to know that I am so sorry about what I said two weeks ago. I'd been denying my feelings to myself for so long and our friends were just trying to get me to admit to them. I meant none of the words I said, and I promise I will spend every day of my life to come making sure you realize just how much I love you."

Tears welled up in my eyes for what felt like the millionth time tonight as I answered him. "I know, Bucky. I'm sorry I ignored your calls and left the apartment immediately without trying to talk things out. If you'll have me, I'd like to make that up to you."

Bucky's eyes widened at the accidental innuendo and I had to huff out a laugh and slap his arm, "not that, you perv! I meant make breakfast in the morning. You know, after we snuggle all night," I stated with a wink, a huge smile taking over Bucky's face.

"Just to make this abundantly clear for myself, and you of course if you need this clarity as much as I do...you love me...and I love you...wanna be together forever?" Bucky asked cheekily, with a light blush overcoming his cheeks at the question.

"My sweet, sweet, Bucky. Of course I do. But let's date first, yeah?" I answered, the smile returning to his face as he quickly scooped me up and carried me to his bedroom, the two of us making out and cuddling the rest of the night, not even hearing when Steve came home.

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Bucky's POV

It had to be a dream. Had to be. When my eyes opened this morning, I rolled over, hoping to find Liv sleeping next to me but she was nowhere to be found. The side of the bed she had slept on was cold. But then I smelled it. The pancakes, the bacon, the coffee. That's when I noticed the purple dress from last night on the floor and my t-shirt drawer open. I yawned and stretched, throwing on my robe before heading to the living room.

Music played over the speakers, it was fucking Madonna's Like a Prayer. I rounded the corner to see Liv singing into the spatula she was using to flip pancakes. Her hair was all over the place and she was wearing one of my tshirts and a pair of her sweatpants that had been left in her room. I leaned against the wall, just enjoying the moment when she finally spotted me. She pointed her finger at me and crooked it in a come hither motion causing me to roll my eyes and walk towards her still dancing figure. She laughed at my reluctance and stood up on her tip toes to press a kiss to my lips, a kiss I gladly reciprocated. We probably would've burnt the pancakes and bacon too if we the kiss hadn't been interrupted by someone obnoxiously clearing their throat.

We turned around to see Steve standing at the entrance of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest, eyebrow cocked, and a cheeky grin playing at his lips. "Good morninggggg," he said in a sing-song voice causing Olivia to giggle and hide her face in my chest, the action bringing a smile to my face. "The two of you seemed to have made up," he stated, almost questioningly as he seemed to take in the fact that Olivia was wearing a shirt that very obviously wasn't hers...and the fact that he had just caught us making out in the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes, knowing that Steve was trying to get us to confess. He'd been doing that since we were kids. I looked at Liv and she looked up at me, a grin tugging at her lips. I knew what she was doing. So to make it better I grabbed a piece of bacon and looked Steve in the eyes and stated, "we're just roommates, Stevie. That's all."

Steve's eyes widened causing Olivia and I to burst out in laughter at the look on his face. "Just roommates my Star Spangled ass!" he yelled, barreling into the kitchen to wrap us both up in a group hug. This was home alright. With these two idiots, my best friend and my best girl? I knew I'd made the right choice finally.

The happy silence was finally broken by Steve, "Man I can't wait to tell everyone. Sam owes me twenty dollars."

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a/n: the end! I hope y’all enjoyed this fic! there may be an epilogue in the future, so keep an eye out!

[starshipsofstarlord]

Legs

Pairing | Brie Larson x reader

Summary | your housemate Brie wants to be left alone so that she can focus on doing yoga, however, you want her to pay attention to you.

Warnings | includes smut, tribbing, sexual tension, mouth spitting, swearing

Requested ✖️

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Situating her leg into a stretched position, Brie strained her muscles upon the yoga mat, positioning her arms in front of her, as her air pods played her playlist for these particular workouts.

Though, with her music blaring directly into her ear canal, she could not hear your footsteps streak through the hallway, as you carried the bag of groceries.

As you peeked into the living room, you licked your lips at the sight of your roommate, there was sweat straining in the dips of her muscles, and she absentmindedly licked some that was resting on the top of her lip.

Brie looked good, it had always been clear that she was fuelled by her work and career to stay in shape, but damn.

Tilting your head, your heart almost jumped out of your chest as her face turned towards you, surprised by her blatant expression that had seemingly sensed your presence all along.

Shaking your head, you left the room, going to put away the groceries, and take a cold drink of water, to cool yourself off, despite the lack of exercise that you had committed to.

As you were gulping and quenching your thirst that the sight of your roommate had brought on, you heard the kitchen door open, and in policy, you turned, watching as Brie damped her towel, and patted her forehead with it. It was as though she has forgotten that there was a bathroom just the room beside.

“It’s rude to stare y/n.” She cocked her brow at you, watching as you tensed up at her words. “If you wanted me to teach you yoga, you could have just asked.”

A smirk riddled its way onto her face, causing your breath to hitch, knowing that she was teasing you, and was getting a hell of a kick out of it.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted.” You bit your lip, feeling your veins flush with surpassed embarrassment. “I have groceries to put away though, so maybe another time.”

“Or you could join me afterwards, and I can show you the way to bend your body into the correct positions. But if not, then I suggest you don’t disturb me again, otherwise it won’t be worthwhile.”

She reached into the paper bag, pulling out an apple, biting in it, before walking away with it in her hand, leaving you once more to your lonesome.

Altogether, her exit was a relief and a displeasure. You pondered on her previous words as you grabbed each individual item, putting it where it belonged, before you concluded yourself to a great decision.

You would accompany her in the ways of bodily art, and learn how to cope with seeing so much of her skin and restraining from doing anything rash.

You hung your coat up by the front door, before going to your room to change into more flexible attire. Brie did not seem surprised in the slightest to see that you had indeed taken her up on the offer, and chosen to join her.

“What do I do?” You asked her, paying much attention to the way she splayed her strong legs far behind herself, managing to balance her weight with their self forced partition.

In attempt, you tried to shadow her movements, copying them with your own limbs, you could only imagine how awkward you looked whilst doing so.

There was no coordination within your movements, which caused Brie to incessantly roll her eyes at you.

That made you more aware of what you were doing, and thus, you tried to change the direction of your knees, causing the blonde to audibly sigh.

“Let me help you, then we might actually get somewhere.” The actress insisted, collapsing her form so that she could sit beside you, as she grasped at your hips, roughly moving them to tilt upwards.

The action on her part caused a moan of emotional surrender to pivot out your lips, and once you realised what you had just done, your eyes went wide.

However, Brie remained the same, still touching you as she stroked her marvellous hands across your waist, that was slumping under her physical pressure.

“You have great structure, if you had been silent for the last few months, maybe I’d have noticed. Perfect for doing more than yoga.”

“Are you hitting on me?” The question came out as a sonorous gasp, Brie’s hands raking down to drag over your ass, causing you to lose your balance, and flop against the floor.

If the situation was any different, you were sure that you’d feel embarrassed though right now, you were more focused on how tentative she was treating your body.

It was no secret, that when you had first decided to room within the same residence, the two of you happened to clash. At first, you had thought it to be your personalities repelling each other’s, yet after time, it became clear that the two of you easily managed to frustrate the other.

And soon it became clear that such annoyance has turned into a sexual categorisation of stress, it flowering like a budding rose, naturally consuming itself in the air with its scent, although, the affects pricked like the rope of thorns, leaving you with a false facade of resentment towards the beauty of your two’s relationship.

“Always so naive, and I think instead of bracing me with various, pointless and dumb questions, you should do as I say, and keep quiet, unless you are moaning for me. Am I understood y/n?”

Biting back a whimper, you nodded, bracing yourself on your forearms as you rolled over to be on your back, closely watching her and whatever she had in mind.

“Take that sports bra off, it’s doing nothing for your figure.” Her tone was more of a snap, her penetrating eyes scouring into you as you did as she asked, lifting the article of clothing over your head, and tossing it onto her yoga mat.

Next your leggings were told to be dismissed of, causing you to become very aware of how you ahead decided to forgo panties, having priorly thought of how you it had entered your mind that it would be easier to move into tight and confusing positions if you were bare underneath.

And in some way you had been right, considering that you were being told to strip anyways. It seemed that Brie seemed rather impressed to see your cunt uncovered.

She licked her lips, and for a moment, you thought that she was going to move forwards, and eat you. But you found yourself to be rather wrong, when she pushed you down, and straddled you.

Her head moved down, suffocating your mouth with her own. Using her tongue, she pried past your lips, enforcing you to moan within her mouth, frowning as she leant back, only to grasp the sides of your mouth, and drop a bead of spit into it.

Without any hesitation, you swallowed, hardly keeping your mouth closed as she trailed her fingertips down, only to rub circles upon your clit, making your body writhe from the stimulated sensation. “Brie- fuck.”

“Want me to show you my favourite position?” She asked endearingly, and for just a second, you were confused, thinking that the two of you had moved past the concept of yoga.

And then you realised, when she unclothed herself, leaving you in a state of admirable awe, what the position was. Brie pushed your legs to acquire her body between, turning it to the side, as she raised her cunt directly over yours.

Slowly she lowered herself, situating her pussy against yours, both of your clits evoking a wave of sincere pleasure out of you. Her leg went over the top of your thigh, planting it on the ground beside, rutting her hips to blend your juices in a sweet matrimony.

“I always knew you’d feel this good.” Brie huffed, placing her hands upon both of your tits, one on each, to aid herself with leverage for her movements.

A slight sound could be heard, induced by the pressing of your cunts, as she rode your cunts, your lips spread open by her own. It coaxed noises of complete euphoria out of you, as you tugged on your own hair, almost pulling a few strands out.

“Holy shit Brie, so fuckin’ good. Mmm.” A light scream stumbled out of your moth afterwards, being a say all to you being close to reaching your peak.

“Be a good girl and cum. Cum you annoying bitch.” She squeezed your breasts harsher, bringing you somewhat pain, as you fell over the edge. “Good girl baby, so wet.”

She ground harder, until she too released upon your pussy, giving a couple more fluid motions until she moved off of you, pulling her juicy cunt away from your own, and rolling beside you, going to tug her clothes on. “We may have to practice yoga together more often.”

“Yeah.” You muttered, finally upholding your tight grasp upon your hair. It was a definite consumption to satisfy your frustration with her again, after all, you were roommates, and that meant plenty of opportunities.

[babyboibucky]

Devil’s Mark

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You accept a temp job as a runner for a rockstar’s concert.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: TW! Dubcon if you squint, toxic shit, filthy smut, mean!Bucky, rough oral (M receiving), rimming (M receiving), rough sex, slapping, overstimulation, Bucky marking you with a cigarette burn, MINORS DNI I BEG OF YOU

A/N: So this happened lmfao again, this is not to romanticize T*mmy L*e! I don’t care for him tbh, Seb’s tats and piercings were merely inspos for Rockstar!Bucky. Also, this piece sucks because it’s just idk, rushed and filthy and all over the place but I needed to get this out of my system so I can go back to my other WIPs lmfao

Also Rockstar!Bucky’s theme is Nine Inch Nails’ Closer sjcnkjsnakcs and please, he doesn’t have a goatee in this lmfao that fucking goatee ain’t working for me

Devil’s Mark Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

When you accepted the temp job as a runner for a certain rockstar's concert, you'd expected to follow the orders of the staff— bring some equipment to the other side of the venue, fix the lights over there, clean the microphones, buy them coffee— you know, the usual.

You did end up following orders, except that it involved taking the star of the show's cock down your throat.

Bucky Barnes was the epitome of a rockstar with his kohl-rimmed eyes, tattooed skin and piercings in unimaginable parts of his body. He smelled like smoke and leather, tasted like sex, sin and regret.

This was something you weren't supposed to do, hell, you'd never done something like this. At least, not with someone whom you just met a couple of minutes ago. But good god, there was something so irresistible about Bucky that made you say yes to him almost immediately.

Maybe it was the thrill of doing something that your mother warned you about, or the way Bucky looked at you like you were the prettiest thing he'd seen. Or was it his voice and how it sounded velvety-smooth yet rough around the edges whenever he praised you for being his good girl?

Perhaps it was Bucky's entire existence that made you want to desecrate your own image.

"Just like that. Doin' so good for me, sucking my fucking cock like your lollipop. You like how I taste?" Bucky cooed as he sat on the couch, eyes watching you as you kneeled in between his leather clad knees with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

You hummed and gripped his knees, hollowing your cheeks as Bucky's hands held your head to keep you in place. He grunted and threw his head back when you slid lower, doing your best to relax your jaw so you can take him further than you'd ever taken someone before.

"Fuckin' hell, sugar." Bucky groaned and violently pushed your head down, making you choke on his cock.

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen when he forced you to stay in place. You could feel his cock pulsate against your throat, making you gag on it continuously. Your hands began to hit Bucky's thighs when he refused to let you go, your heart hammering against your chest as you panicked at the feeling of losing all the air in your lungs.

Bucky darkly chuckled, ignoring your actions. "Breathe through your nose, sugar. You can do it, c'mon." he cooed.

A mix of your spit and Bucky's cum escaped your mouth, dribbling along your chin down to your top, soaking through the fabric. You tried to follow Bucky's instructions and inhaled through your nose, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you gagged again.

"Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" Bucky grunted, finally pulling your head by the hair, allowing you to gasp out for air.

Your cheeks were stained with your tears as you looked up at him, your chest rising and falling heavily with every breath you took. Bucky looked down at you lovingly, his hand tightening around your hair and the other gently caressing your cheek.

"You wanna make me happy, sugar?" he asked and you nodded eagerly.

Bucky then harshly gripped your face in his hand, squeezing your face as he tilted your head up so he could bend down and give you a kiss. It was sloppy, full of tongue and spit but it only spurred you on. The way Bucky was treating you was making you feel things you'd never felt before.

"I need your words, sugar. You wanna make me happy?" he asked again, louder this time.

"Yes, I want to." you said, voice hoarse from having his cock violently shoved down your throat.

Bucky slapped your face before gripping your jaw tightly, "Louder, sugar." he growled.

"Yes! Yes, I want to make you happy!" you exclaimed, eyes fluttering when Bucky tapped your cheek while praising you for being so fucking obedient.

You stayed on your knees and watched Bucky as he stood up, pulling his leather pants down further until he was completely naked. Wetness pooled in your panties as you took in the sight of Bucky, wanting him to just use you however he wanted.

To make you feel useful for once.

Bucky sat back down on the couch, spreading his legs as he gripped your neck, tugging you closer to his cock that rested against his tattooed abdomen.

"You wanna make me happy? I want you to fucking eat my ass." he growled and you blinked, not expecting his request.

Bucky noticed the hesitation on your part and leaned forward to kiss you again, this time taking your lower lip in between his teeth and tugging at it harshly until it bled.

"Not gonna ask you twice, sugar." he warned against your lips before leaning back against the couch.

Your trembling hand took his shaft, jerking him off as you bent forward to lick his balls first. Bucky grunted in response, his hips thrusting upwards as you continued to tug at his cock while your mouth proceeded to work on his sack.

A hiss slipped past your lips when Bucky took a fistful of your hair again, tugging you head back and lifting a brow at you.

"Sugar, I know what you're tryna do and that's not what I asked you." he said, gritting through his teeth and just like that, he dragged your head back down in between his legs as he leaned back against the couch.

Words failed to make it out of your mouth when Bucky pushed your face under his balls, his hand reaching down to grip his cock to jerk at it.

"Stick your tongue out, sugar. Make me feel good, you want that, don't you?" Bucky said, keeping your face in between his head.

You were more afraid to disappoint Bucky than your dignity, the feeling of being forced to do things you'd never imagined was making your thighs clench and your cunt weep. It never occurred to you that it was even possible for someone like you to enjoy being treated this way.

All this time you considered yourself holy, someone who couldn't bear to sin even if her life depended on it. And yet here you were, in between Bucky's legs with your tongue flattening against his puckered hole.

"Oh fuck, that's it." Bucky moaned at your first lick.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to get lost in Bucky's taste as you stiffened your tongue to prod his tight hole. His scent enveloped your senses, the sound of his hand jerking his cock coated with his own cum joining his grunts and groans that went straight to your core.

If this act was a sin, then why did it feel like heaven to you?

"You enjoy eating my ass, huh? Sugar? Yeah?" Bucky asked, grinning at you proudly as you looked up at him.

Seeing you like that made Bucky feral, lashes fluttering as you kept your innocent gaze on him while half of your face was buried deep in between his ass cheeks.

A saint who was willing to sin just for him.

Bucky pulled back and smiled down at you as you panted, "You ever been fucked?" he asked.

You nodded, letting him know that you've done the deed but never like this, of course. Bucky chuckled and cooed in amusement while letting his knuckles graze your cheekbone.

"I don't think so, sugar. At least, not like how I'm going to fuck you. Gonna ruin you for other men, make you mine and only mine. You gonna let me do that, sweet cheeks? Gonna let me use you however I want?" he asked but as usual, didn't wait for you to utter a single word to proceed.

Not that you were going to deny Bucky that.

He pulled you up to your feet by the arm, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before he unzipped your jeans and pulled it down together with your panties. Both your hands were quick to cover your mound from embarrassment, not sure whether Bucky preferred his women bare down there.

"Ah, ah." Bucky tutted, slapping your hands away before cupping your mound, making you jolt backwards at the cold sensation of the rings on his fingers.

"No need to be shy about a little hair down there." he said, dragging his hand upwards to play with the triangular patch of hair covering your mound before pushing you down on the couch.

"Open your legs, sugar. Show me how wet that fucking cunt is." he said.

He knelt down in front of you and almost salivated at the sight of your glistening pussy, so pink and so open as you spread your legs. A tinge of pink painted your cheeks as you watched Bucky nose the insides of your thighs, breathing in your scent while his hand continued to pump his cock.

"God, look at you. Dripping just for me." he moaned and then spit on your pussy, making you gasp out loud.

"I want you to make noise for me, wanna hear you scream my name. Wanna hear you beg for me..." he whispered before finally licking your cunt.

You moaned out loud, wanton and desperate for Bucky to keep going. He ate you out like you were his last meal, it was messy with his spit smearing across your thighs. Bucky was rough with you but god, the sounds he'd make as he lapped up your pussy was borderline obscene. Grunts, groans and muffled praises rang in your ear.

"Ride my face, sugar. Move those hips, smother me with your fuckin' cream. I want your scent on me, wanna smell you when I go onstage." he said and dove back in, your hips moving on their own accord as you chased your nearing high.

The surroundings spun around you and suddenly, all you could feel and hear was Bucky. His tongue and teeth on your cunt, his words of encouragement and then you were gone. Letting out a breathy moan when you came, you tried to close your legs but Bucky pinned them down on the couch as he continued to eat you out.

"Keep cumming, I want more. Give me more, sugar. Come on." Bucky urged and added his fingers into the mix.

Your thighs quaked and your clit was burning from how Bucky kept on sucking on it. Patches of your sweat began to soak your top, mixing along with the marks left by your drool and Bucky's cum.

"Bucky, I can't..." you sputtered out, grabbing at his hair and tugging him away.

That earned you a hard slap on your cheek, the sting only adding to the pleasure that was yet again building up within your core.

"Yes you can and you fucking will." he said and started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy hard and fast until you were crying out again as another wave of orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

You weren't even done riding out your first climax when your second washed over you. And Bucky was relentless and damn insatiable, getting up and sliding his cock into your throbbing cunt.

Your throat went dry with how your moans were slowly transforming into a high-pitched shriek. Bucky was unforgiving as he fucked you, ignoring how your hands were scratching at his forearms in an attempt to escape their grip on your waist. The pleasure was too much, it was borderline painful but it was addicting.

The way Bucky's cock was extending your second orgasm to the point of coaxing out a third was making you delirious.

"You gonna pass out on me, sugar? Can't take my cock that well, huh?" Bucky mocked, his palm tapping your cheek to keep you awake.

You shook your head and tried to speak but couldn't do so. All you could do was whimper and babble like a fucking idiot as Bucky pounded into you. Just as when you were about to explode, his thrusts turned slow and languid, giving you an opportunity to recover.

"You still with me?" he asked with a chuckle, running his fingers through his sweaty locks.

Swallowing, you hummed in response and ignored how your body felt like it was literally on fire. Bucky reached for his leather pants on the ground without pulling his cock out from your cunt. Taking out a cigarette stick and a lighter, he placed the stick in between his lips and lighted it up. He slowly pulled back at the same time he took a drag from his cigarette, the pleasure building up once more as he pushed back into you.

Bucky almost looked ethereal like that with the fluorescent light illuminating behind him, puffs of smoke surrounding his figure as he stood in between your spread legs. His nipple piercings glistening, his tattooed arm flexing when he grabbed the back of your knee, pushing it down onto the couch to further open you up.

"Tell me you're mine to use." he said, nodding his head at you.

"I'm yours to use, Bucky." you whispered.

He smiled a charming smile, almost boyish in charm as opposed to his rugged and rough appearance. And then he sped up his thrusts again, making your toes curl and your fingers ball into fists.

"Yeah, you're mine?" he asked.

You nodded, face scrunching up in pleasure. "Yes, Bucky. All yours. I'm yours, please..." you pleaded.

"Please what, sugar?" he taunted.

"So close, I can't..." you didn't know whether you wanted to cum again or if you wanted him to stop.

Your body was buzzing from overstimulation but Bucky loved it. He loved seeing you like this, wrecked and sobbing. He merely laughed and blew smoke into your face.

"You can, sugar. Gonna make sure you cum again." Bucky growled, snapping his hips in a particular angle that brought you so close to the edge.

"Gonna mark you to make sure no one will want to mess with you." Bucky said, taking his cigarette out from his lips and then pressing it down against the inside of your right thigh.

Your scream was from the combination of pain from the burn and pleasure from your orgasm, making your body tremble on the couch. Your eyes rolled, tears spilling from your eyes and your spit seeping from the corner of your swollen lips.

"That's right, fuck. Milking my fucking cock so well." Bucky grunted followed by a breathy moan when he spilled his seed inside of you without any warning.

Too spent to even realize it, you laid on the couch almost lifelessly when Bucky pulled out and started dressing up as if he didn't just fuck your brains out. It took you a few minutes to return to the right headspace and when you finally came around, Bucky was dressed up in a loose muscle tee and his leather pants.

He walked over to you and bent down to squeeze your face in his hand, eyes glazing over your naked body before he looked back into your half-lidded eyes.

"Goddamn, sugar. Lookit you." he darkly chuckled before kissing you sloppily.

And then just like that, he was out of the dressing room. You looked down at yourself, naked from the waist below and flinched at the cigarette burn on the inside of your thigh. The ache was tolerable now, your intense pleasure masking its pain when Bucky pressed it against your flesh.

The burn was in stark contrast to your skin tone. It stood out, haunting you and reminding you that you sold your soul to a devil on earth— the devil's mark.

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