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navybrat817 · 9 months
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WWBD?
Why would Rocker Bucky do if you came back with a new tattoo, one that you’d been inspired to get because of him?
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He'd lose his mind.
"What the fuck is that?"
He didn't mean for it to come out that way when you showed him your new tattoo. It wasn't like you were the first one because of him. Plenty of fans and groupies had. But this was different because it was you.
His Luna.
And his Luna was now sporting a white wolf tattoo with his initials underneath it.
He couldn't remember the last time he got so hard so fast.
"It's a tattoo. You should know that," you giggled, grabbing some Hustle Butter to apply to the area. "And I don't give a shit if you don't like it. I'm keeping it."
He blinked and grabbed the ointment from your hand. "I fucking love it," he whispered, taking special care as he applied it to the ink. He wasn't a gentle man, but he showed a softer side with you.
Because you were his girl. His doll. His Luna. And now you had his brand to show it.
"I'm glad you like it," you said casually, but there was a pleased look in your eyes when you saw how uncomfortable he looked in his pants.
"Open your legs," he said once he was done.
"Why?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"'Cause if I'm not inside you, I'll lose my mind," he growled, pushing your thighs apart. "Think you can show me that and not have me fuck you?"
"Just try not to blow your load too quickly," you teased, gasping when he smacked your thigh.
"Keep talking like that and I'll fuck your throat first."
"Don't threaten me with a good time."
If he traces the tattoo again later with a tender look in his eyes, you won't draw attention to it. You're just glad he liked it. And it'll be a nice surprise when you discover he's getting a tattoo because of you, too.
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Love and thanks! ❤️
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Learn your lesson
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A/N: Have a thot for Chris Evan’s birthday. Can be read alone or as a follow-up to Language.
Check out my master list and the series master list
Beta’d by @christywantspizza 
Mood board by me (Chris Evan’s hands pic by @riricitaa)
Divider by @firefly-graphics 
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WC: 1.5k
Pairing: Mean Dom! Steve x Brat! Reader
CW: Fingering, Swearing, Degradation, Praise, Spanking, Pussy slapping, Rough (unprotected) P in V sex, Fingers in mouth, Cream pie, Secret workplace romance.
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“Oh, fuck!”
Your fingers scrabbled for purchase on the desk. Papers and pens fell to the floor, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the pair of thick fingers slowly pushing in and pulling out of your sopping cunt and the broad hand between your shoulder blades holding you flat to the wooden surface.
Hot breath fanned across your ear.
“What have I told you before about your language, sweetheart?”
Steve’s teeth nipped at your earlobe and your eyes rolled back in your head as he curled his fingers inside you, dragging the rough pads across your g-spot. Your legs trembled and you were thankful for the desk holding you up. 
The hand on your back slid up and around, grasping your chin and pulling your body upwards, the back of your head resting against his collarbone.
“Don’t ignore me. Answer your Captain. Or have you gone completely dumb already?”
Your mouth was slack, but somehow you managed to form some words.
“Sorry. Captain.”
“What are you sorry for?” 
His fingers slowed down to a languous drag and you could feel your walls fluttering around them.
“For apparently not being fucking loud enough. Couldn’t you hear me, old man? Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck!”
He shoved you back down with a growl, pressing between your shoulders once again, stopping you from moving. His fingers pulled out of your cunt with a wet squelching sound and you mewled at the empty sensation.
“I can’t believe that even after your last lesson you still haven’t learnt anything.”
You heard the jangle of his belt buckle being released, and like a bell causing a pavlovian response, you felt yourself get wetter.
“If I remember correctly, Captain. Your language wasn’t much better during that lesson…”
CRACK
His large palm smacked down on your ass cheek, sending delicious sparks of pain through your body.
“You just can’t help yourself can you? You need a firmer lesson this time?”
The next sound was the metallic drag of his zipper being lowered, and it took all of your willpower not to wiggle back; You didn’t want him to know how absolutely desperate for this you were.
His cockhead slid through your folds and you gasped, a sound that quickly turned to a cry as he pressed forwards, sinking into your wet heat. The stretch and accompanying burn was almost completely overwhelming and you throbbed around him.
“Steve!” His name was a whine as it left your mouth.
CRACK
“That’s not who I am, sweetheart. You might not be able to keep your mouth clean, but you can at least remember that.”
You dragged air into your lungs with ragged breaths, dizzy, just from the feeling of being full of him. The hand that he’d been using to spank you slipped around your hip, between your folds and started to draw lazy circles on your engorged clit.
“Captain… please.”
He chuckled, a sound that you knew was a prelude to further sexual torment.
“Oh, there she is. My polite girl. So nice to me now that you want to cum.”
He yanked you up again, his fingers pressing into the hinge of your jaw on each side.
“But I don’t think you deserve it yet.” 
His voice was a low hiss, further punctuated by a slap to your pussy and you jerked in his hold, unintentionally moving yourself up, and then back down his rigid length, where it was buried inside you. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and saliva started to pool in your mouth from where Steve was holding it open. 
He was still holding himself still inside you, his hips pressed up against your buttocks and you couldn’t help but clench your walls. Everything was feeling deliciously foggy. 
Steve’s hand left your drenched cunt and he pushed two glistening fingers into your open mouth, wiping them over your tongue. You tried to close your lips around his digits, but his other hand on your jaw wouldn’t allow it - the best you could do was move your tongue over them, licking your own juices from him.
That’s when he started to move, pulling back his hips and pistoning them into you, holding you immobile with both hands on your face. Your own hands took hold of his forearms where they were pressed against your chest, needing some way of holding yourself up. The only sounds you could make were wet burbles and gasps as Steve viciously fucked you, and you loved it. You could feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter, and you knew Steve could feel it too.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Love this tight little cunt. Being so good for me now. Shh, shh, take it. Take it. Good, fucking girl.
Steve’s filthy mouth, your garbled moans and the slapping sound of skin on skin came together to make one erotic symphony. Your legs shook and you could feel the tightening coil within your abdomen; so close, but yet still so far. 
You couldn’t speak, Steve’s fingers too far inside your mouth, but you whimpered and rolled your hips back against Steve’s rough thrusts, hoping he’d pick up on your desperation. Luckily for you, the Captain was nothing if not perceptive. He yanked his soaking fingers from your mouth, bringing them down on your pussy with a wet slap, although far gentler than previously. The hand on your jaw eased as you squeaked out at the impact.
“Does my little brat think she deserves it now?”
“Captain! Please! I’ll be good… need to cum. Please.”
You no longer cared how pathetic you sounded, your visceral need for pleasure was taking over your brain.
Steve didn’t reply to your entreaties, just growled in your ear again, before swiping his fingers across your clit, and placing those that had been on your jaw in your mouth.
“Gotta keep this mouth filled with something, don’t I?”
Now that your jaw wasn’t being held open, you closed your lips around his fingers, sucking on them eagerly. You keened around them, as he played with your clit and you barely noticed he’d stopped fucking up into you, as you’d subconciously taken over the movement, rolling your hips and getting yourself off on him.
“So fucking filthy. So fucking cock drunk, so needy, you gotta fuck yourself on me. But that’s okay. Once you cum you’ll be all relaxed and pliant, and I can use you like my own little cock toy. Pump you full of my cum til it’s leaking outta you.” 
He pressed his fingers further into your mouth as he pressed down harder on your clit. You let out a noise part way between a lustful moan and a gag. Your thighs burned as you moved your hips up and down, but you didn’t dare stop; you could feel your orgasm nearing. Tears rolled down your face and Steve turned your head so he could lap and kiss a few of them away.
“Come on, sweetheart.” His voice was gentler now. “Take what you need. That’s it, I can feel you trembling. Cum for me, yeah. Cum for me, like the good girl I know you can be…”
You crested on a cry, your cunt clenching around him. With one set of fingers still working your clit, Steve pulled the others from between your lips and bent you back over the table, restarting his rough thrusts as he chased his own pleasure. 
You were back where you’d started, trying to find purchase on the smooth wood.
“Gimme another. Be a good girl. Fuck!”
Whether it was a second orgasm, or just a continuation of the first one, you didn’t know, but you cried out again, the wave of pleasure rushing through your body. Steve throbbed inside your tight channel, flooding you with warmth as he came. 
For a couple of breaths, he rested against you, and you dragged much needed air into your lungs, before he pulled out of you, causing the pair of you to moan as he did so.
Pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck, he tugged on your skirt, that was bunched up at your waist, pulling it down over your ass, hands smoothing the fabric as he did so. Pulling you upright, he gently turned you to face him, and he straightened out your blouse, tucking it back into your skirt. Next, his hands cupped your face and he kissed you gently, large thumbs wiping away the remains of your tears.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
You nodded and gave him a small smile.
“I’m fine, Steve. But you still need to sign that paperwork.”
He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, before letting go of you to scoop the various papers, and your panties, from the floor. The latter he shoved in his pocket before shuffling through the stack of papers briskly, in order to find the one he needed. You passed him a pen as you righted the pencil pot you kept on your desk. He flashed you a grin before scrawling his messy signature across the dotted line.
“There, another boring report signed off.” 
Your lips twitched.
“Without boring reports we wouldn’t have an excuse to see each other.”
“I’d think of one. I need you too much. And besides, who else would keep that mouth of yours in check?”
“I’m sure some fucker or other would…”
Steve growled and you smiled.
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buckybarnesevents · 8 months
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It's that time of the week again! Please show some love to our lovely contributors for Week 7!
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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year
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I’d love a sneak peek of you Joaquín fic! 😍
Home is Whenever I'm With You is for @the-slumberparty's Week 4 writing challenge and inspired by this moodboard I created for a previous sleepover 😊 Below is the first paragraph of the WIP.
You didn’t understand the phrase “home is where the heart is'' until you moved in with Joaquin Torres. This living arrangement happened by chance. After deciding it was time for you to leave the nest, you found a place for rent that also had a few other roommates. One of them being Joaquin.
In addition, I created a playlist for extra inspo and wholesome feels 🥹🥰 It will be my first Joaquin fic so I am v excited to share it when it's ready!
WIP Tag Game
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For the gem stone asks
Rose Quartz
🥰
Rose quartz is said to be a healing stone. Talk about your favourite comfort fic/creation. Either that you’ve created or consumed.
I’ll give you both Jen, because, why not.
Monsters & Heels was a healing journey for me to finish. I started that one around 10 years prior to finishing it, there’s like 85% of it on actual paper (I still have it) and I originally started it after my therapist suggested me to release trauma in a way that felt right to me. So writing it was, as it’s something I’ve always loved to do. It’s also the one that has some symbolizing elements in that. Plus I’m currently flipping it to original work and expanding it even further. It’s definitely my comfort one that I’ve written myself.
I don’t really read as much as I used to do, due to personal reasons. But a series done by someone else, that’s a comforting one, must be the serial killers from @dreamlessinparis. I’m privileged that she lets me have inside peeks at these creeps, but it’s definitely a comfort series. There’s definitely a different man for everyone really, but I couldn’t pick one over the other, because they’re all so different yet unique to their own. I love the twists and turns Mina offers in the series, some you don’t even see coming. Just love it 🥰
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stuckybingo · 30 days
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The best laid plans by late-to-the-party-81 Square filled: G3 - Migraines Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Descriptions of Migraines Major tags: Fluff, Hurt-comfort, Pre-serum Steve, Pre-serum bucky, Developing relationship Summary: With Steve’s hectic work schedule, their relationship was never going to be plain-sailing, but they have an uninterrupted 48 hours coming up. Surely nothing will go wrong? Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)
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weekendgothgirl · 2 years
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Look at your cute bf!
😍😍 he’s so pretty ❤️
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drabbles-mc · 1 month
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Happy Valentine’s Day
Ahh Happy Valentine's Day!! 💕🥰
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buckets-and-trees · 9 months
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Have a treat for your sleepover!
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😘😘😘
I think many of us thank you for sending this one in, Jen!
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Of course this Bucky lives in my head now as the handsome devil about to knock over a bunch of casinos in Vegas in 1960 in my new Buck’s Eleven story.
which...
nobody asked for this, but how about a treat to go with the snack?
“Oh, doll, he’s Casino Empire. I promise you he’s doing things that should keep you up at night.” Bucky leaned forward and placed his hand over your hand resting on the table. He didn’t break eye contact with you as his fingers glided across the back of your hand. He softly traced a circle over the tender flesh of your inner wrist with his thumb. “I used to keep you up at night doing much better things.”
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Link to the List of Sleepover Games
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samwilsonbingo · 2 months
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Do you have a date for the start of round 4?
I am honestly still debating if I want to do a round four
if enough people express they're interested, then I'm willing
- Tori
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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years
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honestly this 😂 horny is a common interest 🤣
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navybrat817 · 2 years
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POW pow!!
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Ahh! I love this kind of attack. I'm going to pretend both of them have tattoos because those are my tattoo boys. 🔥They have a lot to celebrate after Permanent and they plan to do so all day and night.
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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Bucky and Steve celebrate with you.
Word Count: Over 360
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?)
A/N: I had to do it. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
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Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes as Bucky and Steve kept apart. The sheets beneath you ruined from your previous orgasms, your thighs trembling still as they took turns lapping at your soaked pussy. Your hands stayed above your head, obedient since they were determined to break your mind from pleasure. The beauty of it was that they didn't tie you down. They weren't about to ruin the ink on your wrists for a little bondage.
I'm a smart girl. I can count. Why can't I remember how many orgasms I've had?
Part of you felt guilty that you laid there while they worshipped you, but the bliss wore you out. They weren't complaining. You felt their smug smirks against your thighs and cunt each time you let go. You were somehow capable of moans and whimpers as they alternated, flicking your clit and pushing their fingers deep to remind you that your body belonged to them.
My heart, too.
"You're killing me," you mumbled
"Killing us, Blossom," Bucky replied, moving back to give Steve room to feast as you cried out. "We have to celebrate."
They haven't fucked me yet. I may actually die from ecstasy. Avenge me, Mandy. I'm counting on you.
You squeaked as Steve's hands slid under to grip your ass, squeezing as his tongue explored. Your left hand finally moved as you felt another impending orgasm build, but Bucky quickly caught it before you could grab the blonde's hair. Pressing a kiss over your ring, the brunette smiled.
"Give us one more," he urged.
"Bucky-"
"Come," Steve ordered, his breath hot against your folds.
Bucky didn't let go of your hand as the familiar ripple moved through you, soaking Steve's beard again as he groaned. He licked up as much as he could before you whimpered, the signal for him to pull away and let you breathe. You barely made out Steve licking his lips, but the small distraction gave Bucky the opportunity to gather the remaining wetness with his metal fingertips.
"Hope you didn't expect to sleep tonight."
"Sleep is for the weak," you whined as they chuckled.
Bucky was right. You had a lot to celebrate. You could sleep tomorrow.
*****
Love and thanks! ❤️
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Whatta Man
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AN: Well folks, I've beaten my own record for length of a one-shot. I could have posted this as a mini-series, but didn't want to tease y'all.
This is full of filth and I am not sorry in the slightest. This is a no-powers AU.
Mood board by me, dividers by @firefly-graphics and beta'd by my dream team.
Master list here
Pairing: CamBoy Sam x Fem Room-mate reader, Nat x Steve (Background)
Word count: 11k
CW: Fluff, Angst and SMUT!!! (inc both male and female masturbation, the former described in a lot of detail)
MINORS DNI
Do not copy/transfer/transform this work. If you see it posted anywhere but here or on my AO3 (Late_to_the_party_81) it has been taken without my consent.
“You want me to do what?”
Your voice rose to a high squeak as you processed what Nat had just asked. Your roommate at least had the decency to hide her face behind her hands, and peek at you from between her fingers.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but Steve’s place is rented, and I own this apartment. It just makes more sense for him to move in with me than the other way around.”
You weren’t angry with her; far from it. You were pleased that her relationship with Steve had progressed to the next level and they were moving in together, but the fact that it meant that you had to move out had your head in a spin. You’d moved in with her two years ago when her younger sister, Yelena, had left to go to college and you were desperate to get out of your parent’s house.
You twisted your sweater sleeves around your hands as you tried to process everything.
“So, erm, I suppose I ought to start looking for somewhere else?”
You really didn’t want to have to move back in with your parents; you and your mom were too alike to be able to get on for longer than a few days.
“Well… about that. Steve and Sam have still got 9 months left on their lease, so Sam will be looking for someone to share with. Gives you a bit more breathing room and would make moving much easier.”
Nat’s suggestion made sense. You didn’t know Steve’s roommate Sam that well; he tended to keep to himself, but you’d never heard any complaints from Steve about him. Could you move in with a man you barely knew, even if his friends and yours could vouch for him? Well, when the other option was your parents, the answer was a resounding “Yes!”.
“Let’s hang out, the four of us. If I feel that Sam is someone I can live with for the short term, then we can set up a moving date.”
Nat squealed and threw herself at you, wrapping her arms around you and knocking you back on the sofa cushions. She peppered kisses all over your face, leaving red lipstick marks.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at her over-enthusiastic gratitude. And anyway, how bad could living with Sam be?
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Bad, that’s what it was.
Okay, maybe you were being a bit over dramatic, but compared to what you were used to with Nat, living with Sam was, well, lonely.
With Nat, you ate meals together, watched films, and binged box sets together. You went out shopping, and whilst you know those trips would still continue, they were currently on hiatus as Nat and Steve were presumably christening every single surface in the apartment. That was an image you really wished you weren’t having.
You'd obviously seen a lot of Sam on the day that you moved in. He’d smiled genuinely at you, thanking you again for saving him from the horror of posting for a roommate, and you’d answered in kind. Then he used the impressive muscles that he (unfortunately) kept covered up under a t-shirt to move your boxes from the hallway into Steve's old, and now your new, room.
“I, um, made Steve bleach and vacuum before he left.”
You’d chuckled at that, and he’d continued to smile. He was a very charming man, and you’d have been blind not to notice how physically attractive he was. However, since that day, you’d barely run into him. He left the house early every weekday morning for a run, a routine that he’d had before he’d met Steve, and which he and Steve had continued together. You had no idea if Steve was still joining Sam or not.
By the time he came back, you were on your way out to work. In a sweet gesture, he always seemed to come back with a coffee for you, and as you weren’t a morning person, it was greatly appreciated. You knew he had a day job, some kind of cycling delivery person, and you guessed that was one of the ways he stayed in such excellent shape. He also had some other kind of job, something computer based that he did a couple of evenings a week, including Friday evenings. He glossed over it, saying it was rather mundane and boring, but paid the bills.
Three weeks in and you’d only shared a handful of meals together and two movies. Oh well, it was a different dynamic, and it would take time to find your feet. You vowed to make more of an effort, and that would start tonight. You went grocery shopping on your way home from work, picking up the ingredients you would need to make your signature dish: sausage and red wine casserole with creamed potatoes, a selection of greens and a baked cheesecake, New York style of course.
You were just testing the cheesecake with a skewer when the door opened, heralding Sam’s return.
“Hey Roomie, what’s smelling so good?”
You’d planned to answer eloquently but you were momentarily struck dumb. Sam’s cycling gear, white and red in colour, was skin tight, showing off his muscular frame. The skin that wasn’t covered had a slight sweaty sheen to it, evidence of Sam’s hard work. His protective eye goggles were pushed up on his head, and the cords of his earphones dangled over his chest as he removed them. Jesus Christ, you could see his nipples through his shirt, it was that tight…
“I… um…”
Your brain finally rebooted, and you managed to process his question, plastering a smile on your face as you answered.
“Sausage casserole and cheesecake. I was thinking, you know, we haven’t had much time to hang out; maybe it would be nice to eat together tonight. I’m not sure what your and Steve’s routine was, but Nat and I would eat together fairly regularly.” You looked away from him to slide the cheesecake back in the oven, glad that it gave you a moment to compose yourself. Your appreciation of his attractiveness could not be allowed to morph into a crush. That would not be good.
“Sounds good, Squishmallow.” You turned back to face him and rolled your eyes.
“Really, Sam? Just cos I have a few…”
He chuckled at you, the sound deep and melodious and somehow making your core vibrate with want. Shit.
“A few? Girl, you got more of those things than Toys 'R' Us.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, gesticulating with the spoon you’d been using to stir the casserole.
“Hey… they’re cute and nice to cuddle.”
He leant over the kitchen counter, grabbed a fork and pinched a piece of sausage out of the pot on the burner.
“You need to get out more, Squishy. I’m gonna go have a shower. Looking forward to dinner. A guy could get used to this, you know.”
He sauntered away towards his room, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his ass as he walked away. Maybe spending more time together wasn’t going to be the best idea…
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The front door closed with a bang, galvanising you into action in your bedroom, where you had been laying, post shower, tired from work.
“Squishy? I’ve got the take-out.”
You pulled on your sleep shorts and shirt and walked into the living room.
“Stop calling me that, Sam.”
“Nope! Now it looks like you haven’t picked a film for us to watch, so you forfeit.”
He placed the bag of take-out on the coffee table and flopped down, full-length, onto the sofa, grabbing the remote and starting to flick through the channels. You picked up one of the cushions and smacked him with it.
“Hey, no fair!”
“Way fair! But if you make me a cup of coffee, I may relent.”
A disgruntled snort was your reply, but you still moved to the kitchenette and put the kettle on the stove for your tea and turned on the coffee machine for Sam.
“Don’t pick anything too scary, Sam. You know I’m a wuss.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you.”
You were glad he was facing away from you so he didn’t see the shudder that ran through your body at the use of the pet name.
Over the last month, after the dinner that you’d made, you and Sam had been spending more time together. Whilst it was never going to be the same as living with Nat (you missed having someone to review your outfits with), you and Sam had settled into something… well, nice.
A couple of times a week you’d take turns to either making or picking up dinner, and when your schedules allowed, you’d watch a film together. It was Thursday today, and tomorrow night you were heading on out with some of the girls at work, and Sam had his evening job.
Finishing the drinks, you carried the mugs through. To celebrate having had you as a roommate for a month, Sam had brought you a mug, covered in pictures of squishmallows. In response, you’d bought him a bike mug with double entendre statements across it, which had made him laugh.
You placed the mugs down next to the takeout bag and then motioned for him to move his legs so you could sit on the sofa.
“So, what are we watching?” You questioned him as you unpacked the white cardboard containers from the bag. “And did you get my noodles?”
“Yes, oh Mallow dictator, I got your precious noodles! What about a classic? Fifth Element? Or the Mummy?”
“Ooh, the Mummy! I’ve not seen it in ages.”
With your noodle box in hand, you tucked your legs up under you and watched as Sam selected the film.
“Question for you, Sammy. Rachel Weisz, Brendan Fraser or Oded Fehr?”
Sam caught you in an amused glare and let out a huff.
“What kind of question is that? The answer to that question is always ‘yes’, but you forgot about Patricia Valazquez.”
“Gold body paint!” You chanted together before collapsing into giggles.
“Correct. Any other answer and I would have had to disavow you as my roommate.”
As the opening credits began to roll, you cosied down next to Sam to enjoy the misadventures of Evie, Rick and Jonathan with Ardeth rolling his eyes at them every chance he got.
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Lights flashed and the bass-line thumped as you made your way across the night club towards the ladies room. Friday night and you were out with your girls. God, you’d needed this; it had been too long, and whilst Sam was great to hang out with, you couldn’t have a good gossip with him in the same way. You hoped work wasn’t too onerous for him tonight. You were glad you didn’t have to do a tele-marketing job from home to make ends meet; your office job might not be the most exciting, but it paid enough and was good and steady.
There were about eight of you out from work, and it had been a riotous evening so far. You were all well lubricated with wine, vodka and gin and had now come to the club to dance off your drunken energy. You and your friend, Sophie, finally found your way through the cavernous space to the washroom, and after doing the necessary, you both fixed your make-up before heading back to the rest of the group. You found them at your table, all giggling and half leaning over each other to look at the phone that Helen, one of the others, was holding.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Cassie lifted her head, grinning.
“Helen was showing us this Camboy feed she discovered, and -phew-ee- is this guy hot! Come on, Hel; show her.”
The group shuffled around in the booth as Helen rewound the video and passed it across so you and Sophie could watch. The video started with the camera pointing at a backdrop, a light orange colour, which you thought was a strange choice until the man walked into frame. His face wasn’t in the shot, but the background showed off his skin tone to perfection. He wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up and the buttons straining against his broad chest. Tan leather pistol holders were visible across his shoulders, with matching bracers on his lower arms and brown pants held up with a leather belt.
“Wooooo, he’s doing a Rick O’Connell cosplay.”
Sophie let out an appreciative whistle. Something niggled at the back of your mind, but you couldn’t drag your eyes away as the man swayed and rolled his hips to the camera in time to the music he had on in the background. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, dragging it out from where it was tucked into his trousers, the fabric fluttering. One broad hand slid down his front, drawing attention to his pecs and abdominals. He slid the holsters off his shoulders so that the shirt could follow. It stopped briefly when it was half off so he could flex his biceps and show how the fabric tightened around them.
You shuffled in your seat. He hadn’t even got to the good part yet, and you were already involuntarily clenching your thighs together for some relief against the pulsing inside your underwear. Next the guy, USFalcon, according to his handle, slowly unbuckled his belt, pulling it slowly from the loops, before folding it in half and snapping it together, making a cracking noise. The sound made a dart of electricity zing straight to your clit.
“Fuck; imagine this guy tying you up with that belt!” It was like Sophie was vocalising your inner thoughts.
With the belt discarded, he ran his thumbs around the waist band of the pants, teasing his viewers as his fingers ghosted over the button, a button that was starting to show the strain against the now obvious bulge under the fabric.
“Come on. Come on.”
It took a moment for you to realise that it was you talking under your breath. Christ, it was obviously far too long since you’d last gotten laid if you were getting this wound up watching some anonymous guy do a strip tease on the internet.
Your attention was brought back to the screen as he finally, finally, popped the button and lowered the zip. The pants clung to his thick thighs, and he pushed them down to reveal a pair of somewhat anachronistic white boxer briefs, but at this point you didn’t care. The stretch cotton showed more than it revealed; it might have well been painted on. God, it reminded you of Sam and his cycling gear.
“Fucking Christ!”
Helen leant over to you. “Wait until he takes them off…”
You didn’t have to wait that much longer though. He teased himself and the viewers first, his hands running over his body again, including his clothed cock. When a small wet patch appeared on his underwear you swore you almost came in your own panties. You wanted to lean inside the screen and suck on the fabric. Then he pushed them down and off, letting his cock bob unimpeded for a few seconds in front of the camera.
Fuck, you’d never felt this level of desire before, and you could feel your cheeks heat. USFalcon’s cock could only be described as beautiful; slightly longer than average, but the girth! Just thinking about it had you clenching, imagining being split apart on it. The tip of it was cut and weeping salty pearls.
You felt a finger on your chin and your eyes darted to the side. Helen pressed under your jaw, closing your slack mouth. “Girl, you’re drooling. Do you and USFalcon need some alone time?”
“I’m telling you now; this guy has a new fan!”
“I can tell.”
You returned your attention as USFalcon drizzled some lube over his gorgeous cock before wrapping his hand round it. He slowly moved his hand up and down his length, coating it in the slippery fluid. His movements then became firmer and faster, his spare hand trailing over his body, teasing his dark, pebbled nipples. You wished you had earbuds in, so you could hear the sounds he was making, but you already knew you were going to watch this again when you got home; you were dying to get your hand inside your panties.
You could almost imagine the breathy moans coming from him as he worked his cock. You could see his defined abdominals clenching, his heavy balls twitching. You crossed your legs under the table, squeezing your own thighs together as you watched him cum, ropes of his white spend running down his cock and fingers as he worked himself through his orgasm.
You slumped back in the booth.
“Damn!”
You heard everyone around you chuckling at your outburst. Someone, you weren’t sure who, placed a shot down in front of you, and you knocked it back, shuddering as the alcohol burned your throat.
You slammed the glass down on the table.
“Okay, ladies. Time to dance! I’ve got some frustrations to work out.”
You all laughed some more, before heading across the rather sticky floor to continue partying until the small hours. When you finally got home you were too drunk and tired to make good on your promise to yourself to watch the video again, but if you happened to have an interesting dream where USFalcon, dressed as Rick O'Connell, but with Sam’s face rescued you, dressed like Evie, from evil mummies - well that was no-one’s business but your own.
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“I’m never drinking again…”
Your pathetic moan fell from your lips as you wrapped your pillow around your head in an attempt to keep your brain from running out of your ears.
There was a series of soft taps on your door, but to your hungover senses it sounded like a series of gunshots. You hunkered down under your bedding, squeezing your eyes tight, letting out a pathetic moan.
You heard your door open and a soft chuckle made its way across to you.
“Feeling a bit delicate, Squishy?”
“Fuck off, Wilson.”
Another chuckle and then your sensitive ears heard him making his way across the room. A clunk and a rattle sounded on your bedside table before your mattress dipped, indicating he was now sitting on it. You pulled back the covers enough so Samuel could see part of your face and you opened one eye.
“Loving the panda-eye. You too drunk to take off your make-up last night?”
“What do you think?”
You glared at him the best you could with one unfocused eye.
“I’m surprised you didn’t wake the whole building when you came in last night. I think you were shouting that you were Evie, and you were wondering where Rick was. I don’t think you should watch The Mummy again anytime soon…”
You groaned in embarrassment and pulled the blanket back over your head.
“Anyway, I’ll leave you to suffer. I brought you some water and some meds. Let me know if you need anything. I don’t have a delivery shift today, so I’ll be around.”
You mumbled out a thanks and heard him leave, pulling the door gently closed behind him. You shuffled yourself out of your cocoon enough to take the painkillers, nausea rushing through you as you sat up enough to not choke on them.
“Fuck..”
You collapsed back down, the world still spinning and you closed your eyes, passing out again in a matter of minutes.
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It was late afternoon when you woke up again. There was another glass of water, a glass of apple juice and a wrapped sandwich on the table beside you. Bless Sam, you thought. After sitting up and eating your snack, with more hunger than you thought you had, you realised that you were also feeling better than you had any right to.
Dragging yourself out of bed, you made your way to your en-suite, grimacing when you saw your dishevelled state in the mirror. Not only did you have an amazing panda-eye going on, one of your false eyelashes had moved itself to adhere to your eyebrow. You peeled it off with a hiss, wincing as it took a couple of hairs with it.
You turned on the shower as you peeled off the t-shirt you’d somehow made your way into last night and your underwear. As you waited for the water to warm, you giggled to yourself remembering the video you’d watched and how it had made you feel.
Making your way under the scalding spray, you relished in the feeling of the water cascading over your body. You scrubbed away the sweat and the dirt of the night before and as you did you ran over what you remembered of USFalcon’s video. The snippets you recalled made you warm and tingly all over. You exited the shower and secured your towel around you, returning to your bed. You wrinkled your nose as it got a waft of sour alcohol sweat; you’d need to change your sheets before going back to bed later, but it would wait for now. You grabbed your tablet and typed in the address of the internet site that hosted USFalcon’s videos.
In order to view them, you’d have to sign up. You tapped your finger against your lips as you pondered an anonymous username that suited you. Inspiration struck and you typed it in, popped in your card details and smiled as you made it through the entry portal. It seemed that this guy had been posting videos one to two times a week for the past eight months. That was a lot of material.
You grinned to yourself. This should keep you occupied for a while. You scrolled up and down. The video you’d watched last night was his latest, streamed live and then posted earlier on in the evening. Getting comfortable on your bed, you connected your earbuds and pressed play.
It was as good as you remembered, and it wasn’t long until your fingers were working feverishly over your clit. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you watched that strong hand working up and down the cock of your dreams. With your earbuds in, you could now hear the sounds this man made, and they were delicious. Small grunts accompanied the movement of his hand until he came with a long moan. You bit your own lip as you came, not wanting Sam to be aware of what you were up to, because that would just be utterly embarrassing.
Yes, you thought. You were going to have great fun watching this guy’s videos. You wondered what sort of ‘show’ he would do next. You checked his schedule and saw that he was due to post again on Monday. Until then, you’d just have to manage with his back-catalogue…
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Sunday you hung out with Nat, meeting her for brunch, although you just stuck to orange juice, your hangover having only just left you.
She asked how you were getting along with Sam. You admitted he was good fun, although not a patch on her, but that you were adjusting. You didn’t mention how he was distractingly attractive, because you didn’t want her trying to take the mickey or set you up. Nor did you mention your new wank bank material, you didn’t want her to think you were pathetic, lusting over some anonymous guy you were never going to meet.
In return you quizzed her about whether she and Steve were out of the honeymoon phase. Her coy smile and the way her cheeks pinked showed they weren’t, and you cackled so loudly other patrons stared at your table. After stuffing your faces with English muffins, smoked salmon and eggs multiple ways and earning the disapproval of the maître d', you said goodbye with a lingering hug and a promise to meet up again soon.
When you got home Sam was lounging on the sofa, watching football. You hadn’t seen him yesterday afternoon after your ‘self-care’ session, or this morning when you’d headed out to meet Nat.
“Hey Sam, whatcha doin’?”
You lifted up his legs, sat down on the sofa and placed his socked feet back on your lap.
“Chillin’. Watching the Saints whup the Falcons.”
If he felt you start at the word falcon, he didn’t show it.
“Like, the Saint’s are my boys, but really, the Falcons fucking suck this season, and it just makes it boring for everyone.”
He decreased the TV volume and turned all his attention on you.
“Have a good catch-up with Nat? Steve texted me and we went for a run while you two stuffed your faces.”
“Yes, it was great! She and Steve are still sickenly in love…”
Sam snorted. “Don’t I fucking know it. He needs another topic of conversation…”
“But we did agree that we should all meet up to do something together. What are your plans for next Saturday?”
“Nothin’ at all, Squish.”
“How about a day out on Coney Island? I haven't been there in ages.” You barely waited for his answer before you were texting Nat to set up the plans. You didn’t notice Sam looking at you as if he were trying to observe the very depths of your soul.
“There we go”, you announced. “All organised. They’ll come here at 10am and then we can all catch the train together.”
“I have to say, you’re looking a lot better today than you did yesterday.”
You dipped your head, embarrassed. “Um, yeah, not my finest hour. Thanks for not taking the piss too much and bringing me that snack.”
Sam shifted, swinging his legs off your lap and turning so he was sitting next to you, bringing you into a side hug.
“No problem. I gotta look after my Squishy, otherwise how will I get awesome food cooked for me? And anyway, I thought you might need energy for whatever you were gonna get up to once you woke properly. Was I right?”
You peered at him, slightly confused. What was he getting at? A jolt of panic shot through you; had he heard you ‘entertaining’ yourself?
“I…um…well it gave me the energy to have a shower, change the sheets and go back to bed, so…um…yes, you were right…”
He looked back at you and for a moment you were lost in the depths of his eyes. Then, without warning, he got up, heading over to the kitchen and putting the kettle on.
“Tea?” He asked as he got your mugs down from the cupboard? “I’m gonna make a coffee then I got some prep work I gotta do before work tomorrow evening.”
“What about the game?” You turned to look at the screen, only to see that the match had come to end, the Falcons having suffered the most embarrassing defeat at the hands of the Saints. For some reason you were a bit sad, part of you had been rooting for the team. Get a grip, just because they have the same name as your current obsession…
Sam placed your mug on the coffee table, and then to your surprise dropped a kiss to the top of your head. “See you in a bit, Squish. You doing dinner or am I?”
“I’ll do meatloaf - if you go out and get some red wine. We’re all out.” You answered without thinking, head still reeling over the soft kiss.
“Sure thing, later.”
He closed his door firmly, and you sat there, somewhat dazed at the moment of domesticity between you. Fuck. You needed a boyfriend, or at least a good dicking down; you were starting to get housewife fantasies over your roommate…
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Monday afternoon and you knew you had to get a handle on yourself. You knew you had a tendency to hyper-fixate on new things, but you’d spent nearly all day preoccupied about USFalcon’s stream this evening. You’d treated yourself to watching another of his old ones last night; from Halloween, where he’d been wearing a white leather harness with wings attached and a white, shiny thong. He made dressing as an angel so sinful.
But tonight, as you were going to watch live, you could tip him in real-time, send messages about what he was doing and what you liked. Yeah, other folk were going to be doing that too, but it still felt more intimate.
There had been something though, as you’d watched last night. Some kind of niggling feeling. It teased at your brain like a familiar smell, or a word that was on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t quite get out. Familiar and unknown all at the same time. You tried not to worry; your brain liked to play tricks on you on a regular basis and you knew it would come to you eventually.
When you got home, Sam was in his room, his cycling shoes with the cleats discarded in the vicinity of the shoe rack. You tutted your yourself and straightened them, mainly so you didn’t cut yourself on the sharp metal. It was 6pm and the live stream was due to start at 8.30pm. At least you wouldn’t have to come up with an excuse to abandon Sam; his evening job started at 8pm so he wouldn’t be around to walk in on you. You knocked on his door though.
“Sam, I’m back!”
He opened his door slightly, sticking his head through the gap. He looked a bit stressed, which wasn’t normal for him.
“Hey, Squish… I ordered for pizza, if that’s okay? I’m right in the middle of something important, so when it gets here can you just pop mine outside my door? Might be able to talk later if you��re still up when my shift finishes.”
You had to admit you were taken aback. This wasn’t the normal Sam you knew, but then again, work kicked everyone’s ass on occasion so you decided to cut him some slack.
“Um, yeah. Sure thing. Have a good shift, and you know, if you ever wanna vent, you know where I am.”
He grinned, and your stomach flipped.
“You gonna be my Mallowy therapist now?”
You stuck out your tongue in reply and made your way down the hall to your room, all to the sound of his deep chuckle and click of his room door closing.
An hour later and you’d had your shower and dressed yourself in a comfy sleep set. You’d make a drink whilst waiting for the pizza to arrive.
You took your mug off the draining board and dried it with a dish cloth before deciding to make Sam a drink to go with his pizza as well.
The kettle was squealing as the doorbell rang so you quickly turned the stove off before going to answer the door. Luckily, Sam had paid when he’d ordered and you took the boxes from the delivery guy with a smile before kicking the door closed. You made the drinks and went and knocked on Sam’s door.
“Pizza’s here!”
You shouted through the closed door. Your ears picked up some shuffling sounds and a strange scraping and then a somewhat muffled response.
“Ah, just leave it outside the door. I’m just a bit tied up for a moment.”
“Want me to bring it in?”
You swore you heard a strangled squeak, before his muffled voice sounded again.
“No, no, that’s okay. Outside is fine…”
He really was acting strange this evening.
“Well, okay then. Have… um… have a good shift.”
You placed his pizza and mug of coffee outside his door, collected your own from the kitchen, and retreated to your room. As you ate, you set up your laptop, your good headphones, and your favourite toys and lube from your bottom drawer. As the clock approached 8.30, you cleared away your pizza box and mug, washed your hands, and then returned to your bed, laying out a towel.
You clicked on USFalcon’s page and a video window popped up with a countdown timer. You whipped off your pyjama shirt and shimmied out of your shorts, comfortable on your bed in just your underwear. The countdown hit zero and the video faded in to show the familiar backdrop and what looked like a velvet draped high backed chair. Music started to play, something exotic and evocative.
When USFalcon’s distinctive body sashayed into the frame your mouth dropped. His skin, so delicious looking normally, was covered in a layer of gold body paint, stylised black geometric patterns gracing his arms, chest and thighs, some kind of furred cloth covering his groin.
His head was in shot this time, but he had a mask covering his eyes, with a fine gauze attached to it, reminiscent of belly dancers, so that all his features were hidden. Then it hit you- apart from his mask and veil, he’d recreated another outfit from The Mummy; this time Anaksunamun.
The part of your brain that housed the niggling feeling started up again. You watch the Mummy with Sam and then you discover a sexy cam boy cos-playing the characters? What were the chances? No, it must be just a coincidence; with Brendan Fraser back in the public consciousness there had been a resurgence in interest in the film. That must be it.
A shake of USFalcon’s hips made you return your attention to the screen. He was putting on a little dance swaying to the music and rolling his hips. Fuck, you could wash laundry on his abs, should you feel so inclined!
He ghosted his palms across his nipples making the dark nubs pebble up, and all you could think about was biting them. His thumbs danced delicately around the thin cord holding up his furry ‘thong’, drawing attention to the gold metal cuffs around his wrists and the rings on his fingers. You could imagine how the cold metal would feel against your skin; taking hold of your arms, stroking up your thighs, wrapping around your throat…
You slid your hand down across your stomach and into your panties, finding your pussy already dripping. You started to slowly circle your clit as you turned your attention back to the screen. The thong dropped away, and you sucked in a breath; the gold body paint and black line work extended down that beautiful cock. The lighting in the room made it shine and you couldn’t hold back your own moan as you took it all in. You leant across to the laptop and clicked the button to send a tip.
He didn’t immediately take hold of himself, but slowly shimmied around in a circle, showing off his tight buttocks and the design that extended over them. He definitely got points for maximum effort and dedication to his fans. When he finished his turn he backed up, seating himself on the edge of the chair, legs wide apart. Reaching briefly out of frame, he pulled his hand back to show a small gold ewer. He tipped it up, a drizzle of oil spilling out into his palm. He placed his hand between his splayed legs and you swore your heart stopped as he started to circle around the furled muscle of his hole, smearing the oil over his flesh. He leant back in the chair, abs tensing, cock bobbing as he let out a salacious moan as his finger pressed in.
“Fuuuuck…”
Your own finger pressed into your wet pussy, your rhythm matching his. His free hand rubbed across his chest, the black lines of paint smearing as he squeezed his pec and plucked at his nipple. You copied that action too. When he added a second finger, you did as well, the coil of desire inside you tightening. He trailed his hand down his body, across his abs, until he took hold of his cock. He looked so debauched, head thrown back, fingers pressed tight inside him, body paint smeared across his chest and now his engorged length. Your own hand moved to your clit.
Another punched out moan came from him as he pressed a third finger into himself, an answering whine falling from your own lips. His hips rolled on the chair as he fisted himself in time with the thrust of his fingers. His sounds were so restrained; you wished he would let himself go, let himself fully vocalise his pleasure. You imagined how he would sound, in tandem with you, your cries merging together in an erotic symphony as you worked yourselves together towards your peaks, eyes locked…
You couldn’t stifle the sound that came from you as your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt clenching on your fingers, your hips snapping up as each wave of pleasure rolled through your body. As you sagged back into your pillows you realised that USFalcon was still somehow going. The man had stamina!
Wiping your hands on the towel, you deposited another tip on his account. You couldn’t be certain, but you were sure his head turned to the side briefly, as if he was watching his computer screen. He twisted the wrist between his thighs, that deep grunt signally he was nearing his own end. You imagined he was having to bite down on his lip as the hand on his cock stuttered once, twice and then he was cumming, the sticky fluid destroying the rest of the body paint on his cock.
He lay replete for a few moments, probably gathering his thoughts before he withdrew his fingers from his body and sat up. He stared into the camera and there was something about his eyes, the way they felt familiar, and as though he was staring straight at you. He got up from the chair, sauntering towards the camera, before moving behind it. His body paint was smeared from sweat and from being rubbed against the velvet covering the chair, and he looked like sex personified.
As the screen faded to black he must have nudged the camera a bit, as a different bit of the room came into focus for a moment. You froze, hand reaching out to close down the browser window. You felt the blood drain from your face.
No…
I couldn’t be…
Your eyes must have been deceiving you…
You didn’t just see the handle of a very distinctive mug in the edge of the shot.
You couldn’t rewind to check; you’d have to wait until USFalcon uploaded the video to his archive page. Then you’d be able to freeze frame that point, that’s if he didn’t edit it out. You got up, went to the bathroom, and washed yourself up before returning to your room and tidying your bed. Navigating to the archive, you pressed the refresh button, but the latest video didn’t appear. To be fair, he was probably still recovering himself.
Leaving your room you snuck down the corridor on tiptoes. Pausing outside Sam’s door, you pressed your ear against the wood. You could hear some kind of music, but it was so faint you couldn’t make it out. Should you knock? But if you were wrong, and he was working, you’d be disturbing him.
You carried on down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing yourself a glass of water and quietly returning to your room. It was getting on for 9.30pm by now, and you had to be up early for work.
Flopping down on your bed, you grabbed your book and tried to read, breaking off to refresh the web page every few minutes. You picked up your phone, pondering, before sending off a text. You placed down your phone and worried the tip of your thumb with your mouth. An insistent buzzing a few moments later had you snatching it back up.
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You peered at the screen, willing it to give up some more information of its own accord. Was he just being his usual friendly and cheeky self, or did he mean anything specific with that comment? You were confused and anxious.
You tapped refresh again to no avail, going back to your book and reading the same paragraph over and over. Eventually you threw it to the side in frustration. You went and cleaned your teeth and face and on your return were finally rewarded. The video was loaded.
You clicked on it, muting the sound and moving the scroll bar along to the last minute. You tried not to focus on the sight of his cock and his hands working himself, your brain telling you to feel embarrassed, not horny, as you watched him come. You tried to focus on the parts of his body you might recognise. The hands maybe?
When you rewatched him gaze into the camera, you were almost 100% certain, there was no mistaking those eyes. Then he got up and the camera jolted and you paused the video. And there it was.
Not a figment of your imagination.
You almost felt as though your throat was going to close up. The black bicycle shaped handle, attached to a grey mug.
There were too many coincidences now for it to just be your imagination. Sam’s second job wasn’t in tele-sales or something like that.
He was a Camboy.
He was your Camboy.
You’d been getting off on watching your roommate - the roommate you might have a teensy crush on - well, getting off too.
Oh fuck.
Did he know you were subscribed? Is that why he made the comment? How were you going to look him in the eye now?
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You managed to get out of the apartment without seeing Sam on Tuesday morning. You heard him go out for his run and threw yourself into gear, making sure you got ready and out, onto the bus at the local stop before he returned. Your colleagues knew something was up, even if your earlier than usual appearance in the office wasn’t a massive clue. They kept needling you but you weren’t talking.
You weren’t sure how you managed not to give yourself away when Helen and Sophie started talking about USFalcon’s latest stream when you all went out to get lunch.
“Well, he obviously enjoys doing it all. Just look at all the time and research he put into his outfit and staging.”
“I wonder if he has a partner and what they think about it.”
“If I was his girl, I’d find it hot and jump him as soon as he finished streaming.”
“I might even ask to join in!”
The pair fell about cackling, no longer noticing how reserved you were.
You spent the rest of the afternoon thinking. Sam was putting himself out there; he was doing this because he wanted to and in the expectation that he’d be seen. You weren’t doing anything wrong in enjoying the material that he was putting out into the public domain. You were a grown woman with a healthy libido and you had nothing to be ashamed of.
Was it awkward?
Okay, a bit. And now you knew it was him you weren’t going to watch again, cos that would just be weird, right?
You still managed to avoid him during the evening, not entirely on purpose. Your mom rang you to catch up and was in one of her chatty moods. The only time you saw Sam was when he knocked on your door to deliver your tub of chow mein. You smiled at him, too distracted by your mom telling you all the details of your second cousin’s latest job venture disaster to remember to act awkward as he passed you the white box, your chopsticks, and your Squishmallow mug full of tea.
You woke on Wednesday morning determined to act more normal with Sam. He was your friend and your roommate and didn’t deserve this cold shoulder treatment from you just because you’d discovered his secret. You greeted him at the door as usual as he came in from his run with your coffee and you were heading out to get your regular bus.
“Hey, Squish, didn’t really see you yesterday. You alright?”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I had a load of work on, and then my mom needed to tell me all the gossip from back home. Wanna eat tonight?”
“You cooking?”
He smiled at you, broad and bright, and your stomach flipped. The attraction you’d had for him, that you’d brushed off as just a healthy response to being so close to an attractive man, increased in magnitude. You ducked your head away, trying not to imagine hearing his moans close up, feeling his skin against yours.
“Um, yeah. Thinking something simple like steak and fries?”
“Sounds great. I’ll pick up a tub of ice cream on the way home from that place you like.”
“Thanks, Sam. I’ll see you later; gotta scoot for the bus.”
You were still somewhat reserved throughout your evening together. There were some awkward silences when you’d get lost in your thoughts, staring at him, or you’d get too close to him in the small space of the kitchen and just freeze, feeling the heat crawl up your cheeks.
After the meal, when you both went to eat your ice cream whilst sat on the sofa, you kept to your end, legs tucked up, instead of one of your lazy sprawls where you and Sam would end up with your legs tangled together, or you pressed up against his side, using him like a pillow.
Every so often you thought you caught him watching you, a small smile on his face. He couldn’t know you were one of his subscribers, because surely he would’ve mentioned it by now?
As it got late, you got up from the sofa and went to make yourself a bedtime drink. When you walked back past him, towards your bedroom, he reached out his hand and took hold of yours.
“You okay, Squish?”
He thumb rubbed over your knuckles, and he tipped his head back to look up at you from his seat on the couch.
God, why did he have to be so handsome?
“Yeah, um… just tired I guess. Got a lot on my mind.”
“You still up for movie night tomorrow? Thought we could get Indian for a change?”
“Sounds great, Sam. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sweet dreams, Squishmallow.”
He slowly let go, almost as if he were reluctant to stop touching you, and as you made your way to your room you swore you could feel the prickle of his gaze on your back.
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You bumped the front door closed with your hip, hands holding the carrier bag containing your feast. Meandering your way across the lounge, you placed the bags on the coffee table and started to unpack the various tubs.
“Sam! Can you get the plates and cutlery from the kitchen?” You shouted through to him, knowing he’d ducked into his room when he’d gotten home to get showered and changed.
“Sure thing, Squish.”
You yelped, standing up straight and spinning on the spot as his reply unexpectedly came from closer than you expected. A lot closer. In fact he was right behind you, or rather now, right in front of you. Your nose was almost touching the dip in his collarbone and you were suddenly aware of several things.
Firstly, his skin was still slightly damp from his shower, a few small droplets clinging to him. Secondly, you knew this because he was shirtless. You’d never been this close to him shirtless before, hence why you hadn’t recognised him in that first video, but still, there was no way this beautiful body could belong to anyone else. Thirdly, whatever shower gel he used had a scent in it that was doing things to you. You wanted to breathe him in, rub your face over his chest, scenting him like an animal. Then fourth, and finally, you were aware of the throbbing between your legs, the pulsing of your clit in time with your heartbeat.
“I… um… you…”
He took a step back, a coy smile forming on his lips.
“You alright? You look a bit….warm.”
He turned, going to get the bits from the kitchen, and you just gaped at his back like a fish. He had a pair of grey sweatpants on, hanging low on his hips, showing off his muscles and clinging to his ass. All you could see in your mind’s eye was him touching himself, his abs clenching, makeup smearing…
Get it together, woman.
You shook your head to snap yourself out of your thoughts and finished opening all the containers before withdrawing to your corner of the couch, feet tucked up under you. As Sam returned from the kitchen, he tapped against your knees with his hand.
“You can’t eat like that.”
You unfolded with a sigh and then started slightly when he sat down right next to you, his thigh pressed up against yours. He placed a plate in your lap and leant across to grab the first foil container, dishing out some of the fragrant food to you before placing the remainder on his plate. Next, he grabbed the remote, quickly flicking to the right streaming service with ease.
“I thought we could continue our appreciation of Brendan Fraser and watch George of the Jungle, whaddya think, Squishy?”
With a mouthful of fish pakora, all you could do was nod.
As you ate and watched the antics of fish out of water, George, you found yourself starting to relax, the awkwardness melting away. Full of food and plates abandoned to the coffee table, you didn’t really notice Sam putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to relax against him. When he laughed along with the film, you could feel the rumble in his chest under your head and your hand where they rested on him. As that awareness came to you, you also realised how smooth his skin was under your fingers and your cheek.
“Which outfit looks sexier? The billowy white shirt and black pants combo, or the leopard-skin loincloth?”
Sam’s question jerked you out of your reverie and you turned your head to look up at him. Which you quickly realised was a mistake. Your faces were close together, his eyes looking directly into yours.
“Um… I think an argument could be made for either. Cos you know, there’s um… something quite erotic about someone being partially covered, you’re… err… teased by what you can’t see. But then the loincloth, yeah, that’s also … umm… good.”
“Girl, are you just constantly horny on main?”
His teasing lightened the air of tension.
“You started it, Wilson!”
You poked him in the chest, and he tightened his arms around you, resting his head against yours. He shifted his body and you settled closer, allowing yourself the indulgence.
“Watch the film, Mallow-girl.”
You tried not to notice how his thumb brushed back and forth across your arm.
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You weren’t going to watch. Nope. You’d only logged on so you could cancel your subscription.
Liar.
It was just a total coincidence that you hadn’t had time to do so until five minutes before his Friday night stream was due to start. Total coincidence.
Liar.
Maybe you’d just wait long enough for it to start and send him a last tip, then you’d unsubscribe.
Pants on fire.
Whatever remaining fragment of good intention you’d had went out of the window when the stream started. The background music was ambient jungle sounds, and when his body moved into shot you didn’t know whether to cuss him out or melt into a puddle, because now you knew why he’d asked you about George’s outfits last night.
Framed without his head in view, he wore a billowy white shirt and tight, black dress pants, that were already straining. He circled his hips as he slowly undid the buttons on the bottom half of the shirt. He ran his hands up and down his body and round his waist in an imitation of a lover's touch. The shirt fluttered to the floor as he continued to caress himself, teasing his nipples into stiffened peaks.
You couldn’t draw your eyes away now. You’d touched that chest, albeit innocently. You knew how warm his skin was, how soft, yet also firm, it felt.
His hips swayed from side to side as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, quickly shoving them down his thighs to reveal a straining leopard print thong underneath. You felt like you were gonna have heart failure.
He turned sideways to the camera, bending back slightly, hips thrust forwards, as he drizzled oil over his pecs, and slowly started to oil up his body. His hand slid inside the thong, cupping and caressing himself, but then pulled back out without really revealing anything.
He then turned his back to the camera, and once again, swinging his hips, showed off his firm, high buttocks as his fingers slid under the thin waistband of the thong. He teased the camera by pulling it down slightly, then back up, before bending forward to show his back, shoulders and back of his head, and pulling the scrap of fabric down. Fuck, you wanted to eat his ass; it looked fucking delicious.
Turning back to the side, the oiled front of his body shining under the lights, he reached off screen, hand returning holding a masturbation sleeve. He must’ve already prepped it because he slid it over his cock with a moan, and started to thrust his hips up, fucking himself into the lubed, textured silicone. The sleeve was opaque, and you got a thrill from watching him move through it, the tip of his cock every so often making its way out of the end.
Sam USFalcon moaned and grunted as he jerked himself. You watched his hips snap, and imagined he was fucking up into you, that it wasn’t a sex toy wrapped around cock, but your pussy, clenching down on him and soaking him with your arousal.
You hadn’t even really registered what you were doing until you realised that your own orgasm was almost upon you, that you had one hand down your shorts and the other up your top.
The idea of watching him knowing who he was, gave you a thrill. Knowing that he was just a few feet down the corridor, working himself…
You cried out as you came, curses falling from your lips as you watched him reach his own peak, the snapping of his hips losing rhythm and that delicious restrained noise falling from his lips.
You were breathing hard as you watched him move off camera, the screen fading to black.
This is wrong.
The voice in your head nagged at you, and you knew you shouldn’t, couldn’t do this again.
You already had inappropriate feelings for your roommate, and there was something so voyeuristic about watching him like this that it made you feel like a Peeping Tom. Before you could change your mind, you reached out and pressed the unsubscribe button. You slid off your bed and into the bathroom, feeling so down, despite the post orgasm endorphins.
You washed your hands and splashed cold water onto your face and walked back through to your room. You’d barely sat back down on the bed before there was a loud thumping on your door.
“Squishy, open up. I gotta talk to you.”
Your heart plummeted.
“Go away, Sam, I’m not feeling good. Just wanna be left alone.”
“Open the goddamn door, MarshmallowSquishy99.”
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
So he did know. Time to face the music. You crossed the room, drew in a deep breath and straightened shoulders, before opening the door. Sam stood there, wearing a mid-thigh length red silk robe, haphazardly tied at the front. His eyes pinned you like a butterfly to a board.
“You really thought I wouldn’t recognise your username?”
“I didn’t know it was you when I first signed up. I saw a video when I was out with the girls drunk and signing up was a hungover, bad decision.”
He took a small step forward, making you instinctively step back further into your room.
“Such a bad idea that you watched my live stream on Monday and tipped me, twice.”
“It was only at the end I worked out it was you.”
He stepped closer again and raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
“You… you knocked your camera at the end, part of your mug, the one I bought you, ended up in frame for a split second.”
“And you noticed that? But you didn’t unsubscribe then did you? No, you decided to act odd all week, watch me when you thought I wasn’t looking, then watch this latest stream - which I did for you, by the way - and then unsubscribe. A little rude, don’t you think?”
“Rude? Now hang on a minute, I… what do you mean for me?”
The sound of the door closing made you realise that he’d backed you fully into your room. Your legs bumped into your bed, and you sat down on it, with a squeak.
“Well, baby, you inspired last week’s video, and when you signed up on Sunday night I couldn’t believe it. You made me want to get the one on Monday just right.”
He leant over you, hands on the mattress, each side of your hips, caging you in and making you lean back.
“The two tips made me think that you really liked it. So I decided that I would do tonight’s stream just for you, pick something you liked, then what do you do? Unsubscribe on me. Makes me feel a little unwanted, to tell you the truth.”
“It’s not like that, Sam. I meant to unsubscribe as soon as I realised it was you, and then I thought that was silly and… I didn’t mean to watch tonight, but it started and… “
He lifted a finger and dragged it down the side of your face, and you shivered under his touch.
“So you liked what you saw then? I’m glad. I like you, Squishy, and I’m hoping that, maybe, you like me too. We have fun together, and now you’ve seen me naked and kept watching, so it can’t be all bad.”
His voice was soft and low and thick with lust.
“Tell me, did you like what you saw? Did it turn you on? I imagined it was you with me so many times, and fuck, when I realised you were watching…”
His face was so close to yours, his voice hypnotic. Your eyes fluttered closed and your breath was ragged in your throat. His hand was resting on your shoulder, thumb stroking your neck.
“Come on, sweetheart, tell the truth now…”
Your voice came out, barely louder than a whisper.
“Yes..”
“That’s not a proper answer.”
“I liked it. Okay?”
“Did you touch yourself? Did you cum, watching me?”
His hand trailed down, off your shoulder, across your collarbone and down towards your breast.
Your back arched, pressing yourself up into his hand, and a whine escaped you. He pressed forwards, forcing you to lie down on the bed, his body covering yours. Your hands came up, fisting into the red silk.
“Sam…”
“Yes, Squish?”
“Shut the fuck up and just kiss me, please.”
“Whatever you want…”
His lips were soft on yours, so warm and gentle and right. Your hands slid under the silk, and ran over his skin, letting yourself explore everywhere you could reach.
His tongue begged entry to your mouth, and you granted it, sucking on the intruding muscle and scraping your teeth along it, enjoying the hiss he let out. You came out of your lust-addled stupor then, your desire turning passionate and primal.
Your hands fought briefly with the knot holding his robe closed before you pushed it over his shoulders, fully baring his body to you. You shimmied out of your shorts, and his hands pulled your top over your head. There were no words, just sounds of pleasure as you explored each other with mouths and lips and fingers.
You playfully tussled for dominance with him as you tried to kiss down his body towards his cock.
“I swear to god, Sam, I will end this here and now if you don’t let me do this…”
He laughed, taking hold of your hips and turning you around, before lifting you, settling your core over his face and diving right in. His cock twitched in front of your face, a rivulet of pre-cum running down it, as he took his first taste of you. It danced again as he heard you moan and felt you grind down on his face.
It took you a moment, but then you had his cock in hand and were licking the salty drop off the side of it. His moan vibrated into your pussy as you took him in your mouth, hot and silky and hard.
Sam deployed every trick, using his tongue and fingers on your sopping pussy until you had to abandon your own task, just letting his cock lie heavy in your mouth and muffling your cries as you came.
He gave you no respite, flipping you onto your back on the mattress and turning himself to align with you, lips pressed to yours, your fingers entwined as your hands lay up by your head.
“You need me to get a condom, Squish?”
His cock pressed up against your stomach, wet from saliva and pre-cum.
“No, please, Sam. ‘M on the pill, ‘n trust you.”
One of his hands left yours for a moment as he guided himself into you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and his hand came back to yours, you foreheads pressed together as he slowly pushed inside you. Your breath stuttered out of your lungs as he filled you, a feeling just as right as that first kiss.
“You’re so perfect, baby. Fuck, feels so much better than I could imagine.”
“It’ll feel even better when you start to move, Wilson.”
“Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be? You gonna be bossy in bed?”
“Hey, I’ve been dreaming about this dicking down for a week. Can you blame me after you’ve been flaunting the goods?”
“Well I’m about to rock your world, baby girl. You’ve seen the moves, now get ready to feel them.” He punctuated his words with a couple of small thrusts of his hips and your muscles clenched down on him.
“Big words, Sammy, little action.”
He shut you up with a deep kiss, and then started to move. You clung onto his shoulders, nails digging into the muscles. Then Sam did something you didn’t expect; he made noises. Not the small grunts and moans from his videos, no, but loud, salacious sounds of pleasure, peppered with curses and praise.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Squeezing me so tight. I ain’t ever gonna leave this pussy, I swear.”
His hips snapped up, and you saw stars, the feeling almost overwhelming you. Carefully, he moved your legs, one at a time, up from his waist and onto his shoulders, almost folding you in two as he drove into your weeping hole.
“Oh God, Sam…yes, fuck, yes.”
“Touch yourself. Touch yourself for me; make yourself cum around this dick.”
He changed the angle of his hips, as you slid your hand down between your bodies. His cock grazed over that sensitive spot inside you, and you drew tight circles over your clit, causing your eyes to roll back in your head, your mouth slack, each of his thrusts punching a moan out of you.
Now there was just the sound of skin on skin and the sighs and groans that went with it. Sam kissed at your neck as you clung onto him with one hand, grounding yourself to him as you chased your pleasure.
“Come on baby. Come on; cum for me. Cum for me; fuck.”
“Sam, I… I… oh fuck. Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
You crashed over the precipice, your body shaking under him. In response, Sam moaned into your neck, his hips snapping up a few more times before you felt him twitch inside you, filling you with his cum.
Somehow Sam managed to roll the pair of you so you were lying half on top of him, still joined for a while until your body let him go. He pressed kisses to your forehead and brow, stroking his hand up and down your back, both of you just enjoying the afterglow and being held by the other. Eventually, though, Sam broke the silence.
“Squish…”
“Mmmm.”
“We gotta clean up. I’m actually still a bit oily.”
“Like you oily…”
“Perv. And you gotta go to the bathroom. Whilst I very much like the idea of you leaking me through the night, the reality is never as pleasant. Also, we’re the wrong way round on the bed and it feels weird. Let’s wash up, and then, if it’s okay with you, I’ll come back here, okay?”
You turned yourself in his arms, cupping his cheek and kissing him sweetly.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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“Why aren’t they answering? We organised to meet them here at 10 and it’s already quarter past.”
“Have you still got your spare key? Open the door. What if there’s a problem?”
Steve huffed at Nat and dragged the key out of his pocket, opening the door to his old apartment.
“Guys, where are you?”
Nat strode through the living room into the quiet apartment. She stopped by Sam’s room, the door uncustomarily ajar and stuck her head in. She turned to Steve, grinning.
“He’s not in there and his equipment is all still out.”
The pair tip-toed down the hall to Steve’s old room, and pressed their ears to the door, making out the sounds of two people sleeping. Steve turned to look at Nat.
“Took them long enough. Do you think she found out or he told her?”
“Well I’m guessing she found out after her big-mouthed co-worker Helen discovered his page.”
“How did she find it?”
Nat smiled at Steve mischievously.
“Oh, you sweet summer child.”
Then she dragged him out of the apartment, shutting the door behind them.
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