#thigh high fuzzy socks

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Okay, consider, König is having a really bad day. Shit totally hit the fan at work, he got more scrapes and bruises than he’d like to admit (the biggest being his ego for doing garbage out on the field, naturally,) he lost a good knife, and he got stuck in a post mission brief that took 5 hours. Just, god, that sucks doesn’t it? He makes his way home and as much as he doesn’t want to be a douchebag to his sweet girly, and usually he’d really wanna see you, but at the moment he’s beyond himself with anxiety and just general negativity from such an awful day he doesn’t want to bother you (even though that’s his most usual “relaxing” technique…) He’s walking up to the apartment/house and he hears the washing machine on, nothing unusual. He’s ready to seclude himself in a bathroom and lock the door and just clean all of his guns and knives to calm down but-

You’re there in the living room, casually hanging out on the couch, nothing special, except…

You’re wearing his shirt. And thigh high fuzzy socks.

And that’s all.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh! You’re home!! Sorry, I spilled some coffee on my clothes, and it was laundry day so-“

You’re cut off as he slings you onto his shoulder like a sack of flour.

Number one way to cheer this guy up. His day just turned fucking fantastic.

Please 😫 he lost one of his good knives...?? I bet all the other stuff was just the icing on the cake!

Can you even imagine how upset he must be? This man treasures his knives more than anything. Everyone else treats them like they're accessories, but to König, the guns are the accessories. He never goes anywhere without a knife on his belt.

And this guy wants to come home as a celebrated hero, he wants to greet his woman with victory in his eyes. No man wants to wade to their girl fatigued and pissed off after a series of petty fuck ups and boring debriefs and say they even lost a good knife (& say it with a voice that's on the verge of breaking)

König has suffered so many blows that of course he wants to seclude himself somewhere and just sulk it out. He kinda sorta would love it if his girl came to him and hugged him tight... dangled from his neck and told him what a big boy he is and how happy she is that he's finally home… But he's afraid it's going to take more than that to get him out of the slump.

To his horror, not even the prospect of a dinner and a blowjob is making him feel better, so the situation is more than just dire.

But…

Is there anything better in this world than coming home to his girl and noticing she's wearing thigh high fuzzy socks?

(And just for the record: König is a firm supporter of t-shirt no undies, yes sir, but those socks?? They will destroy him, especially if they're pastel color or white.)

He forgets all the bullshit he's suffered in an instant when he sees her jump from the sofa, peeping her apologies and trying to cover her bare thighs with one of his black tees. As if he could ever be mad at her for wearing his shirt.

By the time they make it to the bedroom, König has forgotten he even owned a black little switchblade that had a handy opening mechanism.

How can he think about knives when the cutest girl in the world giggles as he goes under the shirt (ach, his shirt), when the light of his life squirms and squeals as he gives her smooches and little nibs all over? She's ticklish, and König is going to pry every delightful little noise out of her before going further down.

And those thigh high socks?

They stay on during sex.

[fmk-polls]

Ask box is open and I am taking poll suggestions

[bakaelf]

I took this photo for my crush but he started ghosting me and I didn’t get to send it :(( so I show the internet instead :))

[nsfwitchy2]

Of course once I enter my cozy era global warming kills winter again ://///

[sixtyroses]

I really need such socks. 🥺💗

[angelbvn]

also tiktok calling me out ;-;

[tj-crochets]

Success!!! They are equally poofy on both sides, it just folded a little differently and I did not notice before the photo lol

Next time I will make them just sliiightly longer, I think? To account for them shrinking in the wash a bit more

I cannot find the post anymore because my notes are a mess, but shoutout to the person who told me to look up a pattern for bloomers as an answer to my very vague post about maybe wanting to make shorts, you were absolutely right!!

I found an easy tutorial, all I have left to add are the bottom hems and elastic, and I did not have enough of any one pattern of flannel so instead I have half and half plaid flannel bloomers. They are going to be my winter pajama pants and I am delighted making them, they will be absolutely ridiculous

[minihotdog]

Caught Red handed // Part 2

Summary: Soap Catches His Roommate Reading an Erotic Novel AGAIN

Part 1

Pairing: John "Soap" Mactavish x Fem!Reader

a/n: I've been sick as a dog and I'm not the happiest about how this one turned out so I'll write a soap fic with a little more punishment in the future when I don't feel like my insides are melting

c/w: P in V, biting, aftercare

word count: 2k

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Johnny made it clear that he didn’t want to catch you reading dirty books again, but you’re only human. Your newly discovered love for the genre made it impossible to stay away. 

You picked up a new one at the bookstore, this time with a more discrete cover. The summary described a romance between a woman and her soldier husband. It was a love that stands the test of time and struggle as he changes from the horrors he’s seen. Upon getting home and settling down to read it, you quickly discovered that wasn’t the case. The book was downright rancid, a crime almost. You’d gotten comfortable in your PJs and fuzzy socks excited to dive into the story only to receive a figurative slap to the face.

He was so desperate to breed her. His rough and violent thrusts almost put her head through the wall.

“Be my good little wife and take my load.”

“When I come back you better be holding my kid in your arms waiting for me to put another one in you.”

Your hand was over your mouth as your eyes scanned every sentence multiple times to ensure you didn’t pull them from your imagination.

You couldn’t help but imagine Johnny as the character. The author went into detail about the male character sitting and watching his high school sweetheart, turned wife, undress for him. How his thick thighs took up the entirety of the chair and his cock rested to the side atop the dense muscle, all you could see was Johnny with his evil little smirk and shaggy hair he’d grown out on leave.

The jangling of keys on the other side of the front door rips you from your fantasies. You jolt upwards and run towards your bedroom to stash the book in your nightstand. You’d been sleeping with Johnny in his bed so there wasn’t a possibility of him accidentally stumbling on it.

You waltz out of your room coming face to face with Johnny. You jump, clutching your chest with a squeak.

“Johnny! You scared the shit out of me!”

He looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Wha’ are ye up tae?”

“What?! Nothing, just getting a heart attack from you.”

He fakes a quick step towards you and your arms instinctively shoot to the walls blocking him. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving your lips a peck. He rests his forehead on yours.

“Yer hidin’ somethin’ an’ I’m gonnae find out wha’ it is.” He squints at you before turning into the kitchen.  

Damn it! Why did I do that?!!

You try to keep an eye on Johnny to make sure he won’t go snooping, but the moment he wraps his arms around you the book is completely forgotten. The two of you cuddle on the couch to watch reruns of old shows together. He runs his hand up and down your side kissing down your shoulder. He settles on your waist and his thumb caresses the little bit of exposed skin. He nibbles on your neck and slips his hand under your tank top taking a handful of your breast.

“You’re worse than a dog in a rut!” You slap his hand away.

“Cannae help masel’ when I’m wi’ ye, bonnie.” He whines, nuzzling his nose into your neck. His hips grind into you and he lets out a groan.  

“Johnny, I haven’t showered today.” Your complaining falls on deaf ears as his arms wrap tighter around you. “Let me goooo!”

“Fine, if it makes ye stop fussin’.” He huffs as you sit up. He crosses his arms making a high-pitched ‘hmphf’. 

“I’ll be back, hun.” You lean down to give him a quick kiss.

Johnny waits for the shower to turn on before springing into action. He tosses the blanket to the side and tip-toes down the hallway determined to figure out what you’d been hiding earlier. He enters your room and begins looking around. He opens your closet, makes a mess of your desk drawers until he stumbles over to your nightstand. He pulls the drawer open and discovers the dark-covered book you tossed in there. The cover looked innocent enough, a soldier walking hand in hand with a woman in a pink sun dress. He flips the book over to read the summary. His eyes scan the text and he lets out a quiet ‘awww’ before opening it to a random page in the middle. 

“Jesus Christ, bonnie, wha’ are ye readin’ now?” His eyes go wide for a moment and he sucks his teeth.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel before walking into his bedroom. You pick through his dresser for your clothes. He insisted you move some of your clothes to his room but they quickly got buried under his. You pick out your favorite striped pj shorts and an old shirt of his that you cut into a crop top. You walk out of his room heading back to the couch only to be stopped in your tracks when you notice the door of your room wide open and the light on. 

FUCK!

You quiet your footsteps and slowly peek into the room. You see him sitting on your bed, drawer open, and a very familiar object in his hands. You decide that the best thing you can do is hide but as you shift your weight onto your back foot the floor creaks.

“Bonnie!” He calls out. The stern tone in his voice makes you jump. “Come ower here.” You silently freak the fuck out before poking your head through the door.

“Yes, honey?”

The look on his face pulls you into the door frame.

“Wha’ did I tell ye no tae be readin’ the kin o’ books?”

Shit. He’s mad.

His accent gets rougher and you know for a fact that he’s not happy with this discovery.

You’re quick to defend yourself.

“I swear I didn’t know!” You blurt out. “The summary was so cute I didn’t think it was gonna be like that.”

He looks down, closing the book before looking back at you.

“Ye jus’ bought it? Didn’t ye open it up afore haund?”

His eyebrows furrow. His intense gaze burrows into you waiting for an answer. You chew on your bottom lip. He was always able to get the truth out of you. He knew you couldn’t stand being at the receiving end of his glare. You begin fumbling your fingers.

“I may have read a chapter at the store.” He throws his head back with a groan upon hearing the confession. “BUT, it wasn’t like the rest of the book, I swear!”

His jaw clenches for a second and he shakes his head.

“Oh bonnie, wha’ am I gonnae dae wi’ ye?” He mutters as he stands, shaking the book at you before tossing it onto the bed. He calmly walks towards you. He towers over you and one of his hands tangles itself in your hair pulling just enough to make you look straight up at him. 

“Yer a pure bad lassie. Cannae even heed simple orders.” 

He suddenly takes you by the arm and walks you into his room.

“Nasty wee thing,” He growls, forcing you onto the bed. “Can’t follow directions. Hidin’ things from me.” He sucks his teeth as his hands rush to yank your shirt off. He gives you no time to reorient yourself before he pushes you onto your back.

He climbs onto the bed and straddles you gripping your wrists in one hand. He grabs your chin forcing you to look up at him.

“Needy fuckin’ whore, aren’t ye?”

“Johnny, I’m sorry.” You whine trying to break out of his grip.

He scoffs, “We’ll see about tha’.”

He yanks his sweats off. You watch him closely hoping that he’ll change his mind about this punishment. His size becomes more apparent with the anger radiating off of him. 

“Baby, I promise I won’t do it anymore.” He ignores your pleas. Your eyes trail down and you see he’s rock-hard. He lays his weight on you biting at your neck. His bare cock presses against you over your shorts. His free hand goes to your breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it in his fingers. You half-mindedly grind against him.

“Oh no, Lassie. Yer not getting what you want just yet.”

He kisses down your chest capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue plays with the sensitive nub. He slides his arm under your thigh, bringing one leg to his waist. His fingers run over your clothed cunt and he groans.

“Yer soaked. My wee slut is so wet fur me.” His voice rasps. His mouth moves to your other breast. Your nails dig into your palms when his teeth graze the nub.

“Baby, please,” You cry out, needing to feel him inside you. The ache was becoming too much to bear and he was so close. His scent only helped to cloud your brain and the heat radiating off of him was setting you ablaze.

“So impatient.” He taunts as he pulls away to work your shorts down your legs to reveal the wet patch on your panties that had become transparent. He chokes out a moan at the sight,

“So fuckin’ wet.”

He slips his fingers underneath the fabric at your hips and in a swift motion pulls them until they rip. You gasp, eyes shooting down at him. He’d never acted this way in bed, he’d usually undress you with a thousand kisses, making sure his lips touched every bit of exposed skin until he reached where you wanted him most, he’d slow down for a moment and place a kiss on your clit before devouring you whole and leaving you with soul-crushing orgasm before the big finale. This time he restrains himself leaving your hips bucking for his touch. In this moment, you missed your sweet and caring Johnny.

“I know wha’ ye want, bonnie.” He looks up at you with his little evil smirk. “I’m not gonna treat ye like my princess when yer not actin’ like one.”

Before you can protest his fingers begin playing at your entrance. He slides two of his thick digits into you. Your breath hitches feeling the calloused skin inside you. He pumps his fingers, curling them into that special spot.

“So tight.” He breaths out, occasionally flicking your clit with his thumb. You want him inside you so bad your head is spinning. He lowers his head dropping his tongue to your clit, he couldn’t help himself, his head belonged in between your legs and he couldn’t fight that.

He continues moving his fingers in and out of you, grazing your g-spot each time. His tongue circles your clit and you throw your head back into the pillows. Your pants fill the room, your wrists aching.

“Johnnyyyyy.” Your back arches as he speeds up. His eyes almost roll back listening to your whines.

He feels you tighten against his fingers, waiting for the right moment. 

“Hmmmm.” You tighten around him once more and he pulls away from you, denying you of your release. Your head shoots up and he’s sucking the wetness off his fingers. He chuckles at the frustrated look on your face.

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh, but it is, only good girls get tae cum.”

He leans over you on his elbow grabbing a handful of your hair. He pulls your head back, the pain forcing a whine from your lips. “No woman of mine will be readin’ filth about another man.” His lips graze the side of your face. “I’m the only man ye should fantasizin’ about. I’m the only one who’s cock ye should be thinkin’ of.”

“You are! You’re the only man I think about!”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

He slides himself into you and your body tenses up at the intrusion. He coos at you as you try to adjust to his length. He forces your head to the side and his lips are on yours. He deepens the kiss attempting to capture your tongue with his. He uses the kiss as a distraction to slide the rest of himself into you. He buries himself to the hilt and you gasp into the kiss. He moans softly, breaking away from your lips and resting his head in the crook of your neck. The feeling of being inside you was almost too much for him to bear. So warm and wet, the nerves on his cock fire off when the tip finds your soft cervix.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” He pants into your skin. “This pussy is pure sin.”

He gathers himself before he begins moving. He slides in and out of you and your lips part slightly, eyes clamped shut. He releases shaky breaths, the tightness making his head spin.

“O’ fuck!” He thrusts slowly, pulling away slightly to enjoy the view of him disappearing inside you. His free hand grabs your waist to keep you from sliding away from him as his pace picks up. Your mind goes blank, the stretch of his cock is intoxicating. His thrusts jolt you upwards forcing whines from you. 

“Johnny, please let me touch you.”

“Promise me no more of those fuckin’ books,” He breaths into your necks.

“I promise, I promise, I promise!” You chant. Your voice comes out pathetic and desperate. He releases your wrists, his arms sliding under your body to wrap around you. Your hands fly to his back, nails digging into his skin. He pounds into you relentlessly, your eyesight blurs, and your back struggles to arch against his weight. 

His name falls from you in a chant mixed with small gasps. The bed creaks loudly as his hips slam into the underside of your soft thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist, hands grasping at him for dear life. He moans into your neck, his rasps hitting your skin along with his ragged breaths.

“Oh god, Johnny!” Your mouth hangs open. The feeling of him filling you up so perfectly leaves you almost in a trance-like state, unable to think or form a single thought. 

“Ye take me so well, bonnie, don’t ye?”

He tightens his hold on you, the tight squeeze around his cock has him almost drooling. Your warm velvet walls test him every time, he uses every bit of strength he has to not finish too soon when he buries himself inside you. His tip kissing your cervix shoots pleasure through the both of you. He swears little invisible hearts circle his head every time you whimper out his name.

He digs his teeth into your neck, marking you. “Mine. All mine.” He groans into the now red flesh. He frees one of his arms from under you and begins massaging your clit begging to feel you clamp down around him. 

“Bonnie, ye feel tae good. Cum on my cock, ye been a good girl.” You moan in response. “Gonnae fill ye up nice and deep. Ye want tha’?”

You nod frantically. Your pussy flutters warning him of your impending orgasm. He continues his pace as he whispers pure filth into your ear. Telling you how much he loves your pussy, how you belong to him and only him. You try to warn him but it hits hard and fast, before you know it you’re a mess beneath him. Nails dragging down his skin leaving red lines, your pussy spasming around him pulling over the edge.

He ruts into you shooting thick streams onto your walls. You feel him twitching inside you as he thrusts his cum deeper into you. “Take it all, bonnie.”

He continues thrusting, dragging out your orgasm. Your pussy clamps down on him milking him for all he’s worth leaving you twitching from the overstimulation.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He slows his movements letting out a deep breath before locking eyes with you. A goofy smile appears on his lips causing you to giggle. He mummers a “C’mere,” before kissing you sweetly. He slides out of you slowly as he caresses your thigh.

“Let’s get ye cleaned up,” He plants a kiss on your forehead before wrapping his arms around you once more and lifting you onto his lap. He slides the both of you off the bed and carries you into the bathroom putting you down gently on the counter. He turns the shower on and while the two of you wait for the water to heat up he peppers your face with kisses. 

He carries you into the shower letting you steady yourself on your feet before pulling you to his chest. The warm water runs over his shoulders flowing down your back. His lips brush the top of your head.

“I love you, bonnie.” He whispers.

[bratphilia]

his bunny (w. afton x reader)

request: "hii!! i have been obsessed with your lillard!afton fics lately and i just have to ask you to write another. i was wondering if you could do something like afab! reader is a student in college and william is her engineering professor? she is purposefully failing his class just to get his attention and some “extra credit”. but little does she know william has been obsessed with her ever since she stepped foot in his class. if it helps, teachers pet by melanie martinez could have a huge influence on this. thank you so so much!! ♡♡"

note: thank you so much, i'm glad you've been enjoying the content i've been putting out! fun fact i was obsessed with this song when k-12 first came out. also professor!william has been on my mind recently so i'm glad you requested this!! the e-mail section is a little awkward because i absolutely hate using "y/n"

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), creepy and stalking behavior from william, oral sex (m receiving), facial, dirty talk, slut-shaming, mean dom!william, desk sex

engineering. your worst class. not because you were bad at it or anything. it was all your professor.

and no, not because he's a bad teacher either. he's just so fucking hot it makes your brain go fuzzy every time he speaks. he lectures with his large hands enthusiastically. he always wears some form of purple on him, whether it's a tie or his slacks. everything about him is so intoxicating.

but he's never noticed you.

not when you try to catch his eye before and after class. not when you greet him with a "good morning, sir." and every time you've attended his office hours, a fucking ta helps you every single time. it's making you go crazy, not getting what you want.

you even started to wear increasingly skimpier outfits. you always stick to a theme of a sexy school girl, even going as far enough to buy more short skirts and thigh high socks or leg warmers. the buttons of the blouses you wear paired with them are always unbuttoned just to show a peak of cleavage. you ignore the hungry and curious eyes of your other peers as you walk by them; it's not their attention you want. still, you feel a little silly putting in all this effort just for him to barely grumble a reply back to you at your futile efforts to talk to him.

so you put a plan in action. you either purposefully turn in every piece of homework late and answer most, if not all, the questions of your quizzes and mid-term until you're sure you're at the very bottom of the class grades-wise.

in fact, you wake up the day after your mid-term to an e-mail from professor raglan. the subject was titled "Meeting Request" with your name addressed at the beginning.

"I would like to arrange a meeting with you to discuss the current state of your progress in my class. After your most recent assessment and previous assignments, I'm concerned about your future in my class if you continue the pattern I am seeing reflected in your work. Let me know if tonight at 5:00pm works for you.

Thank you,

Professor Raglan"

any regular person's heart would have sunk to the pit of their stomach if they received that e-mail. however, you are not a normal person. your heart fucking soars. you immediately jump to respond in confirmation.

professor raglan knows better than to get caught up with students, but he just can't help it! you're too beautiful to ignore.

the craziest part is he knows what game you're playing. the outfits that reflect nothing but a stereotypical, sexy school girl you would see in a porn video. and especially the way your grades have dropped recently, when you started off being one of the brightest students in his class.

over time, he noticed your lack of participation in class. at first, he chalked it up to something more serious, like personal issues. and then he noticed those lingering stares, the way you chew your pen, twirl your hair, and rub your thighs together. he knows exactly what you're doing, and he's been ignoring you on purpose. he wants you to chase after him, to let him know what you really want, but you just won't. he partially doesn't blame you either, it would be highly inappropriate for a student to engage that way towards their professor. so he ignores you during class. he barely acknowledges the way you've tried to grab his attention.

steve more than reciprocates your feelings. in fact, he's probably more enamored with you than you can possible imagine. he has all your homework, your essays, even your mid-term saved digitally in a folder, with your name as the title, on his computer. he reads looks over them when he's taking a break from grading as a way to detox, which sometimes ends up in him masturbating thinking about you. he loves to read the failed work from his dumb little bunny.

he even followed you home once. he kept close distance away from you, hiding in the shadows of every corner you turned. it's the william in him that wants that does the stalking, he convinces himself. the hyde to his jekyll; his true self coming to show in the role he plays of an average college professor, a totally normal guy with a few quirks.

your room, conveniently let him catch a peep of you touching yourself, and you swore you saw you mouth the word 'professor' when you brought yourself to orgasm.

and so he decides to play your little game. after all, you created the perfect opportunity for him, and he's going to take the bait.

steve sits at his desk, grading the rest of the mid-term papers, while he awaits your arrival. your own paper is sitting separate from the other stack, easily accessible so the two of you can get straight to "talking" about it as soon as possible.

he hears a tell-tale knock at his door, and he tries not to answer with a smile in his voice as he calls out, "come in."

you open the door gingerly, and it takes everything in him not to eye you up and down, but at first glance he knows you're in your usual get-up. it's a pretty little number; white, short-sleeved blouse, black pleated skirt that stops around mid-thigh, and white socks that reach just above your knees. you smile at him, hands clasped behind your back, puffing forward your chest slightly.

"good evening, professor raglan," you say in an oh-so innocent tone, "you wanted to speak with me?"

god, the way you call him professor goes straight to his cock. "yes. sit down," he tells you, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk.

you sit down and your professor clasps his hands, leaning back in his chair. "i hope my e-mail didn't worry you. this will be quick."

he watches your face fall at his last few words and he has to bite back his amusement. "you see," he starts, taking your paper and pretending to look at your paper, "you didn't answer a single thing correctly. everything was wrong. it's funny, because i've heard nothing but good reports from the ta's that have helped you during office hours."

you lean closer as he continues. a plethora of excuses come to mind, none of which seem adequate for the situation he's putting it. "so i'm just wondering, how dumb do you think i am?"

your mouth slightly falls open. that was not the reaction you intended to invoke from him. "i—i can explain, i just need more—"

he rolls his eyes. "don't give me that. i'm not an idiot like you clearly are."

if anyone else had called you an idiot, you would have been offended, but from him? it goes straight to your pussy.

you purse your lips and rub your thighs together, waiting for him to continue to berate you. "is it extra credit you want?"

"yes, professor," you answer.

"then get on your knees, slut."

he rolls his chair back to make room for you and watches as you make your way in front of him. you get on your knees as he instructed, waiting expectantly.

"do i have to do everything for you?" he sighs in faux disappointment. he loves your shocked reaction that this is even really happening to you. "you wanted this so take my cock out."

"no, professor," you mumble, reaching for the buttons of his slacks. there's an obvious bulge tenting in his pants that almost makes you salivate.

you pull out his cock from his boxers and he shivers at how cold your hands are. you must be freezing wearing that outfit, he realizes. and, fuck, are your hands so much smaller that his. you begin by pumping him and then reach to kitten lick his tip.

you start to suck on the tip and he sucks air between his teeth sharply. it feels like heaven but he can't take your teasing anymore. he grasps your hair, making a make shift ponytail, and guides your mouth to slowly lower down on his cock. you moan around him causing a pleasurable vibration. he continues to use your hair as a way to control your mouth moving in a slow, up and down motion.

"ah — shit — stay still for me, yeah, baby?" he asks breathlessly. you do as he says, keeping your neck still as he begins to thrust into your mouth.

he bucks into you, grunting about what a "tight mouth you have" and how "you're such a dirty whore for your professor." you moan around his cock at his words, only encouraging his movements. the gurgling and gawk noises coming from your throat make him impossibly harder. the grasp on your hair becomes tighter and his thrusts more erratic. he's close.

before steve comes, he moves your mouth off and begins pumping himself. you watch him eagerly as he never breaks eye contact from you. when he does, it's when he shuts his eyes and groans, spurts of his come painting your face, your neck, and top.

you look so beautiful like this, he thinks, but it comes out as, "you look like such a messy whore."

you blush and lick the ejaculate around your mouth. steve grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet. you feel a little unstable but he's pushing you face forward against his desk. he lifts your skirt, which he doesn't bother taking off, only to reveal your thong. of course.

"were you expecting this?" he asks with a chuckle. he pulls your thong and lets it snap against your ass, making you yelp.

"no, but i came prepared," you say boldly.

he tsks. "such a slut."

steve prods his cock at your entrance, making you wiggle your hips when he slides it up and down your slit. you wish he would just stick it in already, but he's bent on teasing you until you can't take it anymore. he wants you to beg for him.

he moves your hair to the side to whisper in your ear. "tell me what you want, bunny."

you whimper at the close proximity. you can feel his beard brushing against your cheek. "need your cock, sir. been wanting it for awhile."

"oh, i know," he says, and you can feel the smile spreading across his face. "just wanted to hear you say it."

with that he presses inside of you, filling you up inch by inch, agonizingly slow. you whine desperately, wanting more. your fingers dig into the desk. he slips out for a moment and slams back in, filling you to the hilt. from that point forward, he starts thrusting at gradually faster pace.

the room is obscenely filled with the sounds of both of your pants and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. he punctuates every thrust with a degrading phrase. it gets you even hotter.

before you know it you're close. clawing behind you, desperate to grab something, he takes both of your hands and holds them against the desk, giving a flurry of hard, fast thrusts. moans and whines tumble from your lips as you feel your body completely captured by an orgasm that makes you weak in the knees.

steve pulls out and comes on your back with a groan himself, incoherently slurring words of "whore" "slut" and "dumb bunny." he buries his face in the crook of your neck, attitude completely doing a 360.

"you did so well for me, sweetheart."

[mellowsadistic]

Couples Therapy - Part 4

Once they were through the front door, Daddy started taking her clothes off. She was a nakie girl when she was in the house, Angela knew. A silly nakie girl, except for her diaper. She had to wear that all the time unless Daddy was changing her or giving her a bath.

Eric pulled her frock up and over her head, letting her bare boobies spill out. She didn’t wear bras. Those were for big girls. She fidgeted impatiently while he slid her shoes and socks off her feet, playing absent-mindedly with her tits.

“There we go, sweetie,” he cooed. “All done.”

Angela giggled happily, but the moment she took a step further into the house, she felt a dizzying sense of vertigo, and there was a sudden weakness in her knees. She looked at her husband, confused.

“You’re too high up, sweetie. Remember what we discussed in therapy?”

Angela nodded as understand came to her. She needed to look up to him. She got down on her hands and knees, her bare breasts handing down like udders, her wet nappy hanging between her thighs. She looked up at him, blushing when she saw the smile on his face, the satisfied glint in his eyes. Her face burned with humiliation, but it also felt right. This was where she belonged. Stupid baby. Dumb bitch.

Her husband leaned down and patted her firmly on her bottom. “Time to crawl, sweetie. Crawl to the living room.”

She set off, crawling awkwardly on her hands and knees, feeling utterly ridiculous. Daddy walked slowly behind her. She could feel his eyes on her rear, and her pussy wettened. She hoped he would tug down her diaper and fuck her like the cheap whore she was. She wasn’t sure why, but she knew she was a nasty skank who never said no. She was a dirty girl.

Once she reached the middle of the living room, Daddy smacked her bottom again. “Hold still, sweetie. Your nappy needs changing.”

Angela rolled onto her back submissively. Her breasts wobbled alluringly on her chest while Daddy prepared the changing supplies. She shoved her thumb into her mouth and started sucking on it wetly, drooling down her chin. Messy girl.

Daddy undid the tapes of her diaper with a loud snapping sound and pulled down the front. Then he lifted her legs into the air by her ankles and started wiping her wet pussy. She wiggled in place, moaning around her thumb while he stroked her no-no spot with a baby wipe. Dirty girl.

“Hold still, wiggly worm,” he chuckled, smacking her sharply on her upturned rump yet again.

She squealed but did her best to lie still while Daddy finished wiping her clean. He slipped a fresh, dry, fluffy nappy under her bottom and sprinkled her liberally with baby powder, just like he’d done the night before. Just like he’d done in the therapist’s office earlier that day while she’d been glued to the bright, shiny tablet. He taped her up, and helped her to her knees. She didn’t need to be any higher when she was in the house. And in any case, this was the perfect height. The perfect height for… for…

Daddy stood up. Then he undid his fly and pulled out his cock.

For a moment, Angela felt sick. She didn’t do blowjobs. That was one of her rules, wasn’t it? What was the point if she wasn’t getting any pleasure out of it? Blowjobs were horrible and demeaning and disgusting.

But then her mind started to feel fuzzy again. Silly girl. Dumb bitch. That was the old Angela. She stared at Daddy’s cock and realised she was drooling. She needed to suck. Good girls liked to suck, and she was a good girl. She needed something in her mouth at all times; her thumb, her toes, her pacifier, and best of all, Daddy’s cock. Stupid baby. If she didn’t have something to suck on she’d cry! She could already feel it building up inside her, a horrible emptiness that she needed to fill.

She leant forwards to take him into her mouth, and he grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock down her throat. She gagged and sputtered, drooling even more down her chin, but Daddy didn’t let up. He face-fucked her viciously, pulling her hair and pumping his cock between her lips.

“I’ll have those pumped up,” he grunted. “Your lips. Okay Angela? You’re going to have a pair of thick, dick-sucking lips. And I’ll book you in to get your tits done as well. The doctor says he knows someone who’ll do it, the same one who did his own little girl. I’m sure you’ll look perfect with a ridiculous bimbo rack.”

Angela moaned around his cock. She didn’t want filler in her lips, or silicon in her tits, but if that’s what Daddy wanted then that’s what she’d become. Good girls never said no.

Daddy’s pumping became faster and faster. “You’re getting exactly what you deserve, Angela. You’re going to be my little. Bimbo. Baby!” With the final word, he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face.

Angela gasped for air and shut her eyes as his cum spattered across her cheeks, her nose, her mouth, even her hair. Her princess parts burned needily, but Angela knew her own pleasure didn’t matter anymore. She was just a dumb bitch, and Daddy got to use her however he liked.

Daddy got himself cleaned up while Angela lay on the floor, breathing heavily. After a while, she got to her knees blearily. Daddy’s cum was still on her face. She was about to wipe it off when something stopped her. She was a messy girl. A dim-witted smile spread over her face, and she giggled. She liked being messy. Dirty girl. But there was something else she needed to do, something that would make her even messier.

Grinning stupidly, the twenty-seven-year-old woman thrust her padded bottom out behind her and started grunting and straining to mess her diaper while her husband looked down at her, smirking.

“Poo-poo!” Angela screeched, with no concept of an inside voice. Something told her she had to let Daddy know what she was doing, and little girls like her didn’t care if they made too much noise. “Makin’ poo-poo, Dada!”

He laughed, and she giggled along with him even though she didn’t get what was funny. Dumb bitch, she thought. Stupid baby. She grunted loudly and pooped her pants, making the seat of her nappy bulge out behind her. Even though she was happy, her face was scarlet with shame. She knew on some level that she was supposed to be an adult woman, that what she was doing was disgusting and babyish, but she didn’t know what else she could do. Grown-ups used the potty, but she was too stupid for that. She just had to go in her pants like the dumb baby she was.

Eventually she finished dirtying her diaper, and she stared vacantly up at Daddy. She was still down on her knees. He looked so high up. So much higher than she was. His rightful place above her. He smiled down at her, and she grinned back at him, a line of drool dripping down onto her bare tits, cum on her face and dribble down her chin, and a stinky nappy sagging heavily between her legs. Her rightful place. She shoved her thumb into her mouth again. She felt a little funny in her head, as if somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice was screaming at her that this was wrong. But the feeling went away the moment Daddy tickled her under the chin. She giggled happily.

“I think you’re finally done,” he said. “You’ve lost your big-girl privileges forever, Angela. You’re just a big dumb baby now. Okay, sweetie?”

Angela popped her thumb out of her mouth. “’kay, Dada!”

“Good girl. I think I’ll give your friends a call and see if any of them are available to babysit you. Would you like that, sweetie? Would you like your friends to feed you and play with you and change your dirty diapers while I go out and hook up with girls?”

Angela nodded, giggling and cooing happily at the pleasant tone of his voice.

“I thought you would,” he said, smiling. He took out her phone. “Now which of your friends should Daddy call first?”

Angela wasn’t listening. She was too busy blowing raspberries and giggling at the way her full nappy swung heavily between her legs when she wiggled her bum-bum.

Her Daddy chuckled, patted his mentally reduced wife on her bottom, and started scrolling through her contacts.

The End

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Costume - Oct 9 - @rosekillermicrofic - 753 words - Warnings: none

Barty first noticed during potions, when he and Evan were working together on a draught of living death. Evan was standing over the cauldron, blinking down at the murky liquid inside, and Barty noticed he was swaying slightly. He frowned at his friend.

“Hey, sit down, will you?” Barty commanded, steering Evan back to his stool. It said a lot that Evan didn’t even fight him, he just slumped down on his stool and watched Barty make the rest of the potion with bleary eyes.

After potions, they all headed to dinner, but while the others were walking calmly, Evan was practically trudging through invisible sludge. He was walking as if his limbs each weighed 100 kilograms. Barty finally tugged him to a stop with a sigh, waving on the rest of their friends when they looked back curiously.

“Evan, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like shit,” Barty said bluntly.

Evan scoffed, but he wasn’t even able to stand still, swaying where he tried to keep himself in one spot. “I’m fine.”

“You’re sick. We’re going to the hospital wing,” Barty argued.

“No,” Evan whined. “It’s almost Halloween.”

Barty fought back a smile. A sick Evan was too similar to the way 11-year-old Evan used to act, it made him nostalgic for first year. “Maybe if we go to the hospital wing now, you’ll be better by Halloween.”

Evan heaved a huge sigh. “Fine.”

Evan was not better by Halloween. The exhaustion had truly set in around day two or three, and Evan hadn’t left his bed. Madam Pomfrey said it wasn’t anything worse than a bad flu, which had been going around Hogwarts anyway, but Barty still worried. He didn’t like to go to classes without Evan, or spend all day away from his side.

When Halloween rolled around, and the rest of their friends all prepared to go to the feast, Barty stayed behind to take care of Evan. He wasn’t very good at taking care of himself when he felt healthy, let alone when he fell ill. Barty would come back from class and find that Evan hadn’t had any water to drink at all, or he didn’t take his potions at the scheduled time. So Barty made it his job to make sure Evan did all of the right things to make himself feel better.

And, well — Barty still wanted to have some fun for Halloween. Evan had seemed pretty bummed about missing out, and Barty loved to dress up, so he quickly came up with a secret plan. He waited until Evan was asleep and transfigured one of his school shirts into a criminally short all-white dress. He then took a couple pairs of his socks and transfigured those too, one into a pair of white fishnet thigh-highs, and the other into a pair of elbow-length white gloves. Finally, he took two of his ties to transfigure: one into a small white hat with a red cross on it, and the other into magical stethoscope.

As he waited for Evan to reawaken, he lazily flipped through one of Regulus’s romance novels. After a half hour or so, Evan finally shifted and then woke with a stifled groan. He blinked a few times, eyes fuzzy with sleep.

“Barty?” He mumbled, and Barty stood from his chair, leaving behind Reg’s book. He sauntered over to Evan, sliding onto the bed to sit next to him.

“Hello, Rosie,” Barty purred, and Evan finally noticed his clothes, giving a wild double-take.

“Why the fuck are you dressed in a slutty nurse costume?” Evan blurted.

Barty grinned widely. “Happy Halloween!”

Evan started laughing, voice hoarse from his sickness, and Barty smiled at him, leaning down to curl in and snuggle next to him.

“Thanks for dressing up for me, Nurse Bee,” Evan snorted. He started chuckling again, snapping the band of one of the thigh-highs against Barty’s skin. Barty had to ignore the way a tingle of arousal raced up his spine.

“Shut up.” Barty pinched Evan’s side, making him squirm away with a yelp. “You would be all over this if you felt up to it.”

Evan looked down at him with a fond smile, eyes raking over each aspect of Barty’s costume. His smile turned rueful and a little sultry. “You know, I really would be.”

Barty laughed this time. “When you feel better, I can put it back on for you.”

“Deal,” Evan agreed, and settled back against the pillows with Barty in his arms.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Olderbf!Ghost Rewarding You, His College Girlfriend, for Getting a Good Grade on Your Paper You've Been Stressing About 🤭

warnings: nsfw below the cut!, praise kink, dom!Simon, afab reader, slight dacryphilia, Simon is talkative and babbles during sex from how blissed out you have him ugh I need him so bad

a/n: Just got a 100 on a paper everyone else in my class said they got horrendous grades on. Feeling like an absolute academic weapon right now.

You open your grades portal, dreading the grade for your paper you've been so worked up and stressed about. You click on the assignment, turn your face away and look at the screen through one squinted eye.

"100/100"

-

"See I told you you would do amazing. My perfect fucking girl. Stressing your pretty little head for nothing." Simon says into your neck as he fucks you, pushing your legs back with his hands in the bend of your knees.

"Go on, say it sweetheart. Tell me how smart you are."

You look up at Simon through teary eyes as he's pounding into you, every thrust pushing your body further up the couch making your tits bounce.

He has your tank top pushed up above your chest and your panties pulled off with one side on around your thigh. The position he has you in causes your feet covered in your cute fuzzy socks to knock against his shoulders as he fucks you.

"Ah- f- fuck Simon." You pant, the praise overwhelming you and the feeling of Simon's cock stretching you so good, hitting that perfect spot making you cry tears of pleasure. You hold his head in your hands as you touch foreheads, maintaining eye contact through it all.

"C'mon bunny you can do it. Tell me. Who got a perfect score on her paper hm?" Simon coos to you.

"I- I did." You whimper out, trying to keep eye contact with Simon through the blur your tears are causing your eyes.

"Who's a smart girl?"

"Mm- I- fuck- I am." You bite your lip and furrow your brows, letting your head and eyes start to roll back.

Simon grips your jaw, snapping your attention back onto his gaze. "Mhm that's right. Say it again bunny. Say you're my smart, perfect girl."

"I'm your smart- mm- perfect girl." You whine, trying your best to respond while his cock just feels so fucking good inside you.

"That's it. That's my girl." Simon smirks as he continues to pound his thick cock into your fluttering pussy and he reaches down between the two of you to start rubbing your clit and you let out a squeal.

"My fuckin gorgeous girl. So cute when you squeal for me like that. So fuckin good for me. I don't deserve such a perfect, smart little angel." Simon babbles, still fucking you good as he kisses your tears away. "Don't deserve such a cute, tight, little cunt like this one either." He adds, whispering it almost to himself. "But you know what perfect, smart, little angels like you deserve?"

"W- what?" You manage to breathlessly pant out.

Simon leans in close to your ear and pauses his hips thrusting into you, bringing his hand on your clit up to your throat gently.

"They get to cum so hard around my cock until their cunt is a throbbing mess." He whispers through clenched teeth as he brings his hand back down to your clit from your throat, rubbing faster this time and he speeds up his thrusts into you. His vulgar words make you clench around him, causing him to reflexively jerk his hips into you from the stimulation, pulling a moan out of the both of you.

"Fuck Simon. I- I'm gonna fuckin- I'm gonna fucking cum- ah" You whimper in a high pitched voice, feet kicking a little and eyes crossing as your mouth falls open.

"That's it bunny, c'mon. Cum for me. You deserve it for being so fucking smart yeah? For doing such a good job at fucking everything. Fuckin hell you feel so fucking good. Lemme feel that pretty little pussy clench around me." Simon starts to get a little bit more sloppy with his thrusts and starts to ramble on with his words, endless praise pouring out of his mouth, flooding your ears and heart.

As he fucks you faster, messier, and harder, you both start to pant while your orgasms start to quickly build.

"Simon, Simon, Simon, fuck I- I'm cumming I-"

You cross and roll your eyes to the back of your head throwing it back against the couch pillow as you arch your back, pressing your tits into Simon. Your toes curl in your fuzzy socks as you sob, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks, your orgasm so intense you feel your pussy spasm and contract so hard around Simon's cock that it triggers his own orgasm.

"Therreee it is. Fuck yeah bunny just like that. Yeah, good fucking girl oh my god, your fuckin pussy is pounding around my cock. Fuck I'm gonna cum. gonna fuckin- ah-"

Simon buries his face into your neck once again as he cums inside you and you feel his warmth fill you. The feeling both intimate and comforting as you two hold each other while you recover from your highs.

After a few seconds, Simon lifts his head and smiles at you, moving your hair out of your face and kissing your hairline.

"I'm so proud of you lovie. I love you so much."

"I love you too Simon." You smile and say as you place your hand on his cheek and rub your thumb over his scars.

You wrap your legs and arms around him pulling him in impossibly closer as you two bask in each other, wondering how you both got so lucky.

[ramp-it-up]

Football Season

Summary: It’s Football Season. But you want to play.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2K

A/N: it’s the first day of Kinktober! Hope you enjoy! You can read this as a companion piece to Party Games

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Sportsball. Mostly pwp. Established relationship. Thigh riding,  praise/degradation kink, P in V, creampie. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. 

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It was your first football season living with your boyfriend. You moved in with him in the spring and had wonderful weekends in bed and hanging out with friends. Steve and Sam warned you about Bucky’s obsession, joking that you would be a football widow.

You laughed at the jokes and Bucky pulled you close to him, kissed your temple and said, “Don’t listen to these punks. I would never ignore you, Doll.”.

You believed him. Bucky was so supportive of everything in your life, your job, your hobbies, your family, that you wanted to let him have the perfect supportive football girlfriend on opening weekend. Steve was away for work and Sam was in Louisiana visiting his sister and attending a Saints game. You were going to prove that Bucky wouldn’t miss out on having the guys with him to watch his team.

Bucky looked so fine sitting on the couch, in a t-shirt and basketball shorts with his team’s logo on them and that made you want to serve him the best homemade sandwiches and beer ever.

After you went to the grocery store, you slipped into the bedroom and slipped on your surprise for Bucky, a custom black jersey with red trim from his favorite team with Barnes 001 on the back. You had it made for him, so it hung down your thighs, which were covered by the tops of thigh high red socks.  The kicker was what was underneath the jersey, but that was for later.

Now was the time for some food. It was almost kickoff.

Bucky glanced up at you from his fantasy football app as you placed the tray of food down on the coffee table and did a double take at you in the jersey. Bucky beamed at you as he leaned back and spread his legs.

“What do we have here, Doll?”

His eyebrow raised as he asked the question. You tried to ignore his man spread, even though it was your weakness.

“Just a present for my favorite football fan. I thought I’d break it in for you while we watch the game.”

Bucky grinned at you.

“So thoughtful, Doll. You look great in it. I might never wear it, honestly you look so hot.”

You winked at him as Bucky reached for you. He pulled you onto his thigh and kissed your forehead, temple, nose and mouth. The jersey was tucked under your bottom so you weren’t bare thonging it on his thigh, but you could feel the power there. But now wasn’t the time.

“I love you, Doll.” 

You winked at him, kissed his cheek, stood up and padded back in the kitchen, dodging his hand as he reached for the hem of the jersey. 

“Watch your game!” you called.

“I’d rather watch you, Doll.” 

Bucky’s head followed you for a moment, but he was soon distracted again when his team got possession of the ball.

Once you got him set up, you sat up on the couch with your head on his shoulder and your legs thrown over his. 

Bucky was entranced in the game, drinking beer, pumping his fist and throwing up his hands when his team lost or gained ground, and it was so cute to watch. You man was in his happy place and it made you happy too.

You snuggled his arm and kissed his bicep, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, when during a particularly energetic show of emotion, Bucky’s hand came down with a slap on your thigh.

“Ow!”

You laughed as Bucky looked at you with concern as he rubbed your rapidly reddening limb.

“Sorry, Doll. You okay?”

“I’m good, Jamie. Just let me get my lick back.”

You reached over and pulled up Bucky’s shorts from the thigh closest to you and delivered a sound smack to the corded muscles there. You shifted as you looked at his thigh ripple slightly. He was so fucking thick and the whore in you awakened. Bucky just flexed and smirked at you as you lusted after him.

“I thought you were actually gonna lick it.”

That grin.

“Hmmmph.” 

You gave him a side eye and snuggled in again as he returned to his game, the idea of licking his thigh, and other things, taking over your brain. You shifted, the red thong you had on under the jersey now uncomfortable in your wet folds as Bucky got engrossed in the game again.

This was turning into a situation.

You didn’t know if you could be still for two more hours. It was only the first quarter. You stared at his thigh at the muscles shifting and moving as he did, and you didn’t realize it, but you were shuffling down his arm, your mouth nearing his muscular leg.

You snuck a look up at him to find him smiling down at you.

“You good, Doll? What are you doing? Why do you look like you’re about to commit a crime?”

Bucky could read you like a book. And you loved it.

“Hmmm. I just want a little… snack…”

With a mischievous smile, you fully committed and leaned down to lick a long stripe from his Bucky’s knee until your head was halfway covered by his shorts. Your mouth nose bumped his ball sack and you felt him jump.

“What the…?”

When you resurfaced, Bucky looked at you, sky blue eyes wide.

“You said you wanted me to lick it.”

You shrugged your shoulders and took a drink of water.

“I said I thought you were going to…” 

Bucky eyed you gulping down the glass and stopped trying to explain himself.

“You thirsty Doll?”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and nodded, smiling back at the man who was not paying attention to his game anymore.

“Liquid is collecting places, need to replenish.”

Bucky leaned back, and hiked the leg of his shorts even higher. 

“Are you wet, Baby Doll?”

That name. Bucky had you.

You nodded, your mouth open slightly to breathe. He had you open.

“Well, you already got me wet, little Baby. Might as well finish the job.”

Bucky patted his thigh.

“.. But.. the game, Jamie…”

“I can still watch the game while you use my thigh, Baby. Climb on.”

You stood up and lifted the jersey to pull down the thong but Bucky stopped you with a whistle.

“Shit Baby Doll. Look at how you’ve ruined that pretty little red thong. Turn around.”

You did as you were told and Bucky picked up the thong from between your ass cheeks and snapped it back into place. Then he smacked your butt.

“That is one lucky piece of material. Nestled in all that ass so pretty.”

He turned you around with both hands and then stared at your crotch.

“You’re so wet that you are making this red thong even darker.”

Bucky picked up the thong from the front and ran his finger down to the wetness, then he pulled so it moved even tighter between your legs. That, coupled with him giving you that ice blue sex god stare almost made your knees buckle.

“I think you need to keep this on and use it to help you get off. Climb on.”

Bucky leaned back again and slowly sucked his finger into his mouth, slowly pulling it out for you to see. He knew that got you hot.

You did as you were told, using your hands to brace on his broad shoulders. You were down closer to his knee and he reached for you, placing his hands on your waist to drag you closer to him.

“Careful with that knee, Doll.”

The warning made you giggle, because one false move would not be so good for Bucky’s balls.

“Get comfy for me.”

You shifted, widening your legs, so that your knee simply slid along his wide open other leg as you moved, nice and slow, grinding your core into his hairy, beefy thigh.

“That feel good?”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip. You surprised yourself at how close you were so quickly and you balled Bucky’s t-shirt in your hands as your hips moved faster and faster.

“There you go. Good Girl.”

He reached up under the jersey and tweaked one nipple, teasing your rapidly heating body.

“Now, stay quiet and don’t cum, because I’m watching the game. It would make too much noise. But don’t stop moving either Doll. Can you handle that? Don’t cum until I tell you.”

You nodded again, not caring that what he said didn’t make any sense. You were already lost in the feeling.

Bucky looked back up at the tv screen, as if he was really watching the game.

You moved, your slick allowing your folds to skate along his thigh, the flexing he was giving you the perfect compliment the your dripping, throbbing flesh that you owned. You felt his cock, hard now against your own thigh and you shuddered, a new need awakening.

Bucky hands slipped under the jersey and both hands teased your hard nipples.

“Mmmmmmhmmmm, Buckyyyy.”

You arched your back and went faster as you felt your clit quiver against his flesh. Your pussy reacted instinctively.

“Damn, Baby Doll,” Bucky took a drink of beer. “Your pussy is clenching on my leg like she could take it inside her. Fucking whore for my body, aren’t ya? Wanna use me any way you want, huh?”

You shuddered again, Bucky’s filthy words making you even closer to the edge.

“Look at you, arching your back like a slut.”

Bucky pulled the jersey off of your body and his eyes raked over you.

“My beautiful little slut.”

Bucky leaned over and started sucking your nipples, hard, alternating sides and sensations between sicking, licking and biting.

“Look at you, riding my thigh and holding it like a good little slut. So obedient. So good for me.”

“Ahhhhh! Bucky! Mmmmmmmm.”

“Love it when you moan for me. Being such a good girl. My best girl…ah ah ah.. Hold it.”

Bucky was feeling you quiver and shudder on his thigh, not able to move anymore because you felt like sparks were shooting from where you were connected. He reached for you and grabbed you, dragging your soaking wet slit down the insistent ridge of his thigh.

“I didn’t say you could stop moving. Do you want to come? Tell me?”

“Please…Bucky…”

Bucky grabbed your throat.

“Not. Yet.”

Bucky was staring at you as you bit your lip, trying with all of your might to control your release. He watched the tears start to fall and he licked them from your cheeks.

You were so mesmerized by his eyes that you didn’t notice that he’d pulled his cock out from his shorts. He lifted you up by your neck and you stood on shaking legs and practically impaled yourself on him.

“Come on my cock then, Baby Doll. Come all pretty for me.”

You slid down to the base of him, wider than you expected although you’d had him hundreds of times before and shuddered from the stretch. 

“Oh fuck. Take my cock, Baby Doll. Fuck.”

That shudder led you into an intense orgasm, partially because Bucky was holding you down, making you feel him stretch you out.

“Look at you. I don’t even have to move and you come all pretty all over my cock.”

You started sucking his neck as you came, vibrating all around him.

“Oh shit, give me that orgasm.” 

Bucky started moving then, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room.

“Yeah, yeah, of fuck, yes, yes, yes…oh God yes…”

You were mewling and whining as he pounded into you, your orgasm extending, blooming and growing.

Bucky pulled pack to look at your bouncing breasts and you realized that it was you fucking him now, and he was enjoying the show.

“Yeah, Baby, fuck me. Show me who I belong to. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop until you cum…”

You put your hands on his chest and bounced up at down a what seemed like warp speed. Bucky cupped the base of his shaft as you fucked yourself on him and fingered your ass and your cunt as you moved.

“Oooohhhhhh! Bucky!”

“Oohhhh my Good goddd!”

Bucky roared as he spurted hot come in your pussy, and you didn’t stop moving until he was soft and slipping out of you.

You collapsed on his chest listening to his heart thump. Suddenly you heard the game again. A roar came from the crowd and Bucky pumped his fist.

“Yes! Amazing Score!”

You laughed as you kissed Bucky’s cheek and moved to go put the jersey back on.

Bucky kissed the top of your head as you leaned on his arm again. He put himself back in his shorts as he put his arm around you.

“My fucking good luck charm. My best girl.”

“Love you too, Bucky.”

And you dozed until he woke up with his head between your legs at halftime.

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・❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 - 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 1.9𝙠, 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙗𝙡𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜 𝙪𝙨𝙚 (𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙙), 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙬 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙥𝙡𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜.. 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 & 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮), 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 400 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭??? 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘻 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘵𝘺𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮.𝘪.𝘢 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!! ༄

"Baby, don't start." Eren whispers in your ear. Jean, Armin, and Hange had agreed to come over to smoke and have a movie night at Eren's place and of course you'd be there. As soon as they came over, blunts had been rolled, rolling trays were on the small table in the living room, and they were already high.

You had joined shortly after and shared a blunt with Eren, allowing him to shot gun the smoke into your mouth every now n then. You weren't even paying attention to the movie at this point, mind fuzzy and eyes glued to your man. It started off with you intently staring at his face, eyes locking at his lips ever so often before continuing to pick up on any other details of his face. Then you began to kiss his face gently. A kiss on his cheek, on his nose, any spot you could find. But now you're having a full on makeout sesh with his neck and Eren knows exactly how you get after a blunt.

"Please, daddy." you whisper back, turning his face with your hand in order for him to meet your sad face. "Uh uh, no." he stops you instantly, shutting down whatever it is you're trying to start. Soon as you pull out that nickname, it's over and y'all are only on the first movie. You pout and climb off of him before leaving the living room. In 5 seconds, everyone hears a door slam and Eren sighs.

"Did anyone else here that?" Armin asks, eyes bloodshot red. Jean hums in agreement and nods. "Is she good?" he turns slowly to face Eren, watching as he sighs again. "Yeah, I'll check up on her to make sure." Hange puts on the next movie which is the most recent Avatar before getting comfortable on the couch again.

Eren opens the door to his bedroom and isn't shocked to see you laying there, back towards the door. You know who it is and don't even turn to face him. "Baby.." he calls out to you gently and all he receives in return is a small, dramatic sniffle. He sits by your sock-clad feet and puts a hand on your leg, gently rubbing your calf. "C'mere, mama." You crawl over to him on your knees, holding onto your hello kitty plush. You swing your leg over him and plop yourself in his lap once more, thick brown thighs draping over his.

"You that horny?" he asks and you nod, two-toned lips still pouty. He leans down to place his lips on yours, secretly thankful that you've surprisingly chosen not to put on lipgloss. (He hates the feeling of it on his lips). You're hesitant to reciprocate the kiss, only allowing him to get one peck before you're pulling away. He analyzes your features, still pouting. "I'm sorry for telling you no, baby." You look up at him with a brow raised. "Swear."

You let go of your plushie and wrap your arms around him, practically crashing your lips into his. Even Eren is caught off guard as you push him down onto the bed, lips still on his as you begin to grind against him. He lets you have this one, allowing you to indulge yourself with as much kissing as you want. Your tongue invades his mouth, finally not dry due to your needy actions, licking and sucking to your heart's content. You must've been pent up all day, so eager to rip his shirt off.

You yelp softly as Eren suddenly flips you both over, now being on top. You're instantly whining for his lips despite only being apart for 5 seconds as you watch him take off his shirt. "So fucking needy, mama." he mumbles as he leans down to capture your lips once more. The kiss doesn't last as long as you'd like it to and you practically whimper as he pulls away again. "Be patient." he tells you and you're about to open your mouth to protest until he gives you a look. Therefore, you simply huff and look away.

Eren reaches for the bottom of your shirt and lifts it up off you, instantly exposing your plush tits and hard brown nipples. As much as he'd love to suck on them, you two have already been in the room for far too long and he doesn't want it to seem like y'all are having sex despite y'all having sex. He swiftly pulls your shorts and panties down at once and isn't shocked to see how drenched you are. He could already feel it when you were grinding on him earlier.

"We gotta make this quick, okay, baby?" he tells you, lowering his sweats to reveal his dick, throbbing and aching 'cause of you. You don't even register his question as you stare at it like it's treasure. He can't help but chuckle at your reaction in your high state. You lay back down as Eren spreads your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, finally giving you skin to skin contact with his dick. He rubs it back and forth against your pussy, absolutely in love with the way you whimper everytime his fat tip nudges up against your clit.

"Daddy," you whine, reaching up towards him. He leans down to give you the kiss he knows you're begging for, still slowly moving his hips back n forth to feel your slick all over him. He allows himself to slide back one last time before pushing forward and this time, his dick slowly enters you, causing you to accidentally bite down on his lower lip. "Ouch." he giggles against your lips, continuing to impale your pussy on him. You can't even reply, brain short circuiting when he gives you a harsh thrust and is suddenly fully inside you. "You feel that, mama?" he mumbles lowly, gently kissing your jawline and placing pecks all the way down to your neck. "This what you wanted right?" he asks with a grin as he looks back up at you, eyes meeting yours that are equally as red.

Eren pulls out, leaving only his tip inside. His eyes remain glued to your face as he thrusts back in harshly, causing you to choke on your own lewd, loud sounds. Maybe he shouldn't have done that. He looks back at the door to make sure nobody's there before facing you again, taking note of your small tears brimming your bottom lashes. "So cute, baby." he leans down and kisses you, hips slowly moving against yours as he finally decides to fuck you properly. "You gotta stay quiet." he mumbles between kisses, gently nibbling at your lower lip before letting your lips take over.

You moan as quietly as possible, always being a loud one when it came to intimacy. Eren, paranoid that his friends will hear you, has to take safety precautions. So, he brings a hand up to your lips, letting his middle and ring finger slide into your mouth. You instantly suckle on them like it's muscle memory, pulling a groan from the man above you. "Fuck.." he mutters out, suddenly thrusting into you with more vigor. Your small whimpers vibrate through his hand and he can feel his dick throb due to all of it.

His fingers in your mouth have given you something to keep yourself grounded and now you feel is the perfect time to tease him. You tighten yourself around him, successfully squeezing his dick the way you do when you're about to cum. But by your face, he can tell you're doing this on purpose. "Sh.. shit." he swears, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. "Keep doing that shit and watch how fast I fill up this pussy, baby." He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you giggle at the way he struggles to even speak.

"You think that's funny?" he asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Now you're definitely fucked. Now gripping your hips with both hands, and tighter than before, Eren is able to thrust as hard as he wants to. You gasp at the way he slams into your quivering pussy and have to slap your hand over your mouth. It's barely successful as you cry out against your palm at the way he fucks you, the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. It's enough to cause your legs to try and close on their own but of course Eren doesn't allow that.

Your plush thighs begin to quiver as he brings a thumb to your clit, rubbing it the way that makes you cum on him everytime. Eren feels the way you're practically choking his dick and this time it's involuntarily. His hands slam down into the mattress as he whispers in your ear, "You coming, mama?" The most you can do is nod, trying not to cry out and expose the sinful things you and your boyfriend are up to. But he's making it real difficult for you with his words that spill from his lips like honey. "Come on, baby. I promise to cum if you do." he grins, hips stuttering as he tries to hold back his own orgasm.

"Promise I'll fill up that pretty pussy. You just gotta cum on me, baby, c'mon." And with that, your back is arching up off the bed. Eren has to put his own hand over yours as your orgasm hits you, thighs trembling against him as your eyes squeeze shut from the overwhelming sensation. The feeling of your pussy fluttering around his dick has his head spinning and he's suddenly filling you up like he promised, fucking his cum into you as he begins to babble. "I'm coming, baby, I'm coming, fuck, I'm-" he shoots out the last bit of cum he has left and collapses on top of you, chest heaving against yours.

You lay there in silence for a few minutes, Eren threatening to fall asleep until his head shoots up as he remembers he has guests over. "Oh shit- Y/N." he whisper shouts just to look down and see that you've actually fallen asleep. He groans, wanting to cuddle up with you but he knows he can't do his friends like that. Eren quickly runs into the bathroom, thankful to have one in his bedroom, and grabs what he needs. He returns to your sleeping form with a small moist towel and begins to clean up the mess of fluids below your waist. You let out a tiny whimper as he, as gently as he possibly can, cleans the mess of cum from your pussy. "Sorry." he mumbles, placing a small peck on your forehead after completing the first task. He grabs your silk bonnett and carefully lifts your head up in order to put it on you before lifting you up and placing you in your usual sleeping spot on his bed. He drapes his blanket over you and has accepted that you'll grumble in his ear in the morning over your lack of clothes but has to speed tf up.

Eren cleans himself off before putting his clothes back on, looking in the mirror to fix his hair and heading back into the living room. "Oh shit, I forgot you was here." Jean says, startled a bit by Eren's presence. He has what appears to be another blunt in his hand. "So, she good?" Armin asks. Eren reaches for Jean's blunt and nods before taking a hit. He blows out the smoke before adding, "She went to sleep." "Nah, you put her to sleep." Jean giggles like a little school girl, nudging Armin's shoulder who chuckles along with him. "You not getting this blunt back." Eren rolls his eyes.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

[hazbin-wannabe]

“Oh, Whiskey~”

Angel’s voice floats down from the foyer and Husk can’t help but snort at the new nickname.

“Whiskey? You talkin to me or that your drink-” Husk starts to ask, setting down the glass he’d been polishing and turning around, voice catching in his throat. “-order?” he managed to splutter out around his suddenly dry throat.

Angel is splayed out against the bar as per usual, but instead of his usual going-out get up, he’s drowning in an oversized red and black striped sweater with fuzzy socks to match. Husk’s heart thumps at the picture domesticity it paints in his head.

“Can’t it be both?” Angel winks, leaning further over the countertop, sweater slipping distractingly off his shoulder. Before Husk can catch himself, his gaze flicks down - and Angel’s sharp gaze follows, grin stretching across his cheeks like the cat caught the cream. 

“Oh? You like my new sweater, Husky?” Angel shimmies his shoulders, causing the material to slip further down.

Husk groans, pinching his nose between his fingers. He sets about fixing up Angel’s Peach Princess cocktail because ,flirty quips aside, Angel has never been a whiskey guy. 

“Heeey!” Angel whines when Husk doesn’t immediately take the bait. “I just thought I’d try out a new color palette. You don’t think it suits me?” Angel pouts and makes a show out of stretching one of his calves towards the ceiling to show off the thigh high socks before placing it daintily on the counter.

Husk rolls his eyes and swats his leg away. “No feet on my bar, Legs,” Husk scolds, aware of the smile in his voice.

Angel deflates suddenly, slumping against the side of the bar. “Aw come on, Husky!” He continues to prod, but this time there’s a timidness behind his tone that has Husk raising a brow. “Ya know, I wanted to try these colors cuz they, uh, reminded me…” Angel trails off. His eyes meet with Husk’s, scanning him up and down, before they quickly flit away and red dusts over his cheeks.

“Never mind!” Angel waves a hand flippantly, pulling up the shoulder of the sweater close to his neck. He then slides his drink towards him with a different hand, another one playing with the straw.  “Thanks for the drink!” 

Husk sighs, long and forlorn, turning his back to Angel to take a long pull from his personal bottle of whiskey.

“Ya look real cute,” he grumbles, then immediately cringes at himself, shoulders bunching up to his ears and face heating up.

The sound of Angel choking on his drink has him whipping his head back around. 

“W-What?!” Angel squawks.

Husk smirks then, reveling in having the upper hand for once. 

“I said…” Husk starts, leaning his elbows over the counter in Angel’s immediate space. “Ya look real cute in that sweater, babydoll.” 

Husk almost aborts when the nickname slips out, but when it makes Angel light up even redder, he quickly regains his confidence.

He edges closer into Angel’s space, his claws brushing against slender fingers. As if on instinct, Angel’s pinky finger latches onto Husk’s at the touch. Angel looks surprised and flushes a shade darker, opening his mouth, likely with an excuse on his tongue.

Husk doesn’t let him, simply slipping Angel’s hand into his grip and bringing it up to his lips.

“Red and black suits you,” he purrs, purposefully fluttering his wings to show-off their matching pattern. “You should wear them more often,” he smirks against Angel’s fingers, then presses a kiss to the back of his hand. 

Husk then gently places Angel’s hand back down on the counter, waiting for a comeback.

Instead, Angel gapes at Husk like a goldfish before crying out and burying his face in his hands.

Warm laughter explodes from Husk’s chest at the sight. 

Cute, he thinks, but doesn’t voice it this time. 

“Haha! Come on, man, I gave you the perfect opening for that one, too!” Husk goads. 

Angel cries out again, running his hands down his face that’s still beet red. “You’re not playin’ fair, Husk, that was… ugh… that was too suave! Ya got a girl blushin’ to her toes over here!” Angel finally lifts his face out of his hands to fan at it dramatically with all four hands. 

Angel’s eyes crinkle on a laugh, sparkling with something that makes Husk’s chest thump again. 

Husk rides on the high of that feeling and winks, unable to resist the temptation to tease, “And I meant it, cutie.”

Angel shrieks, covering his entire face with two arms and pulls his knees into his chest with the other two. “Ohmygawd, enough, enough! You won, you’re too smooth, I’m gonna explode!”

Husk chuckles along with Angel’s theatrics and takes another swig of his whiskey while Angel pulls himself together. When Angel has gained some sense of composure, he slicks his hair back and takes a hardy gulp of his cocktail, eyes glimmering with mirth.

“Alright, alright, I’ll take the win. But for what it’s worth…” Husk looks at Angel pointedly, then flicks the rim of his hat. “I really do think red and black are your colors.”

“Husk!” Angel squeels, picking a peach ring out of his drink and throwing it at Husk’s hat, knocking it off his head. 

Husk is about to protest that he really wasn’t even trying to rile Angel up that time. Instead, he simply shrugs, takes a languid sip of his drink and basks in the warm feeling bubbling his chest as Angel pouts and throws a marichino cherry at his face as payback. 

Ahhhh!! I'm obsessed!! This was such a fun little collab, thanks so much!!

[cure-icy-writes]

Crip punk Miku but I decided to join the trend. And what's the most Illinois background? A cornfield.

Anyways. I decided to put together crip punk Miku a while back, on the basis that miku can be anyone and I wanted a comfy cosplay. The original outfit is slightly different, but I decided to use knee braces and socks instead of thigh highs because the change in pressure has been making my knees hurt. The shirt is pretty comfy, and has the signature leek painted on it.

I looked around for a Millikin shirt, because they've got the best choir program in the state, but I think I must have gotten rid of mine. I figured the flannel hi-lo skirt gave it a special flair, plus my cane matches pretty well. The headphones have a faded sunflower sticker on them, for invisible disability. I also went with one of the fuzzy athleisure jackets I see people wearing.

Also. Although it isn't obvious. I have hyperacusis, which has made cosplaying more and more difficult. I like Miku because with her, I can wear the headphones I use to protect my hearing on a day to day basis. I like to think that maybe she developed the same disorder, in the future without music.