#i got out of the shower and was immediately sweaty and sticky and couldn't even put on the shirt i had picked out cause it smelled

[tastygummisharks]

After a long hot day Amelia finally got to head to bed, not bothering to shower or even wipe down her sweaty body before flopping into bed, her clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor of her bedroom.

As she slept her neglected pet gummi sharks found her bra, still hot with her body heat, steaming with her musk, and dripping with sweat.

She kept the sharks in her her room and let them wander free but most of the time she simply ignored them as they fended for themselves on whatever crumbs she dropped.

The sharks climbed into the bra, attracted by the warmth and the dripping sweat, which they eagerly lapped out of the fabric, getting drunk on her addictive sweat. the seven of them climbed into the cups of the discarded bra, happily huffing her musk until they fell asleep in the lingering warmth of their owner's body.

Before long morning came and with it Amelia's alarm came and went unnoticed. late in morning she rose with a groan, she stretched and murmured to herself as she felt her sticky skin, the residue of copious sweat left to dry.

"God damn I need a shower" she said as she turned over and caught a whiff of her heavy odor.

Her relaxation was cut short as she caught sight of the time, two hours past work.

"SHIT!" she lept from bed with panicked speed.

She scrambled about the room, grabbing clothes from the floor and closet trying to find anything to wear, failing to find a fresh bra she snatched up yesterday's bra, still noticeably damp with her sweat. hopefully no one will notice.

In her rush she completely missed the sleeping sharks until she had the bra half on, arms through the straps and about to pull it tight.

"God fucking-" she sighs in exasperation, pausing for a moment before deciding she was in too much of a rush to give a shit "just try not to die."

With that she shrugged the straps on and pulled the bra tight to latch the back, the sharks immediately crushed between the soft fabric and softer skin. despite the soft plushness of her chest, it was still an unimaginably massive weight on top of the tiny sharks.

What little they could breathe was made harder by the hellish conditions they found themselves in, every breath burned with musk so thick it choked them, a furnace hot mix of stale sweat and unwashed woman.

though they all struggled to breath some had it easier than others. one lucky member was thrown on the curve of her breast just above the nipple, it could see daylight and an occasional whiff of fresh air.

some were not so lucky, slung by gravity under her breasts where the weight was greatest. they struggled to breath and were already on the verge of passing out, only catching breaths as the movements of her frantic preparations bounced her breasts off of them for a moment before slamming back down.

the majority had it even worse, as she adjusted herself she trapped them in the folds under her breasts. though the weight was less, they couldn't breathe any easier, it was the hottest of all. all while fresh sweat mixed with old stale sweat and unwashed grime forming a thick sludge that threatened to drown them.

they were the first to go, before Amelia even left her bedroom, the poor things were dead. some drown in her unwashed underboob before being melted into a goopy mess that threatened the rest and the rest simply melting in the overpowering heat of her body.

Amelia, now roughly presentable stepped out of her apartment and ran down the steps towards work.

This was the end of all but the last gummi shark precariously perched higher, as she ran down the stairs her breasts bounced, not an excessive amount to a normal person but to her captives it was like being hit by a train over and over. the first step brought the weight of her chest down and broke every single shark, the second step splattered them, the remaining flights of stairs simply smeared them into a sugary stain, barely visible in the black fabric.

Amelia could feel this happen against her skin, she was frustrated more than anything. but also more than a bit aroused by the utter destruction in her bra. Blushing deeply she finishes her walk to work, hoping that the mess of melted blue candy wasn't too visible through her blouse as she takes a seat at her desk.

she takes a quick glance around to make sure no one is near before reaching into her shirt and fishing out the last gummi shark, dangling the thing by the tail between her fingers as she examines the half melted slimy gummi.

"I gave you one instruction" she hisses angrily as she holds the tiny animate candy close to her face. "And you don't even have the decency to die with the rest, clinging to my nipple for dear life. like that'll save you."

"make yourself useful at least, you'll keep me from getting bored," she says dismissively as she reaches down to the waistband of her pants, pulling them away from her and unleashing another wave of unwashed musk. "for a few seconds at least"

with that she dropped the shark, letting it fall, bouncing against the fabric of her underwear and ricocheting against her nethers. she releases the her waistband with a sap, the fabric plastering the final shark to her lips as it experienced an entirely new kind of hell drowning in a stew of her juices, sweat, and the remains of the other sharks slowly dribbling down her belly.

Amelia slowly slid her hand between her legs under her desk and stroked herself, gently but firmly, feeling the writhing of the last drowning shark against herself for a few moments before she pressed it hard against her, maneuvering it through the fabric until it was squirming against her clit. with finality she pressed it harder, smashing it against herself until it was a sugary mess like the others, slowly mixing with her sweat on her filthy body.

With a content sigh she picks up a pen and writes a small note on her todo list

"pick up another bag of gummi sharks"

#gummiwrites #sweat #filth #fatal #extremely self indulgent

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW scenarios:

Ju Haknyeon - Howling Storm

sub! Haknyeon x dom! genderneutral! Reader

This was literally off the top of my head but I can't seem to get subby Haki out of my brain UGH. Inspired by our little baby's love for GOT's Daenerys and their Stormborn/Monster performance. This will just be in bullet points ;)

- Imagine fucking Haknyeon while it's storming outside. Ok but like picture yourself as a ruler fucking their slave or something.

- His little mewls and whines for release lost in the howling winds

- You ride him furiously, his drenched balls slapping against your ass, his arms tied to the bedposts so he can't touch you

- He's sobbing, tears trickling down his pretty face, his sweaty brown locks draping over his eyes. He begs you to let him cum

- You laugh, telling him to go ahead, that you weren't stopping him

- His thighs shake with the force of his release, thanking you over and over in a breathless chant as you slow down your movements and slowly grind your hips against him, helping him through his orgasm and urging his thick cock to gush more of his hot cum into your aching hole

- Spent, he throws his head back into the pillows, his chest rising and falling to regain his breath. You take this opportunity to lean forward to lick at a pert nipple, teasing the other with your thumb. He jolts at the sensation of wet warmth on his chest

- 'Y-your Majesty...' he mumbles, squirming slightly at your actions. 'Aren't you going to let me cum too, my sweet?' You smile devilishly at him, fingertips tracing patterns all over his sensitive body. His eyes widen in horror as he realised you hadn't cum yet, and he starts babbling an apology

- You wave his apologies off, drawing yourself back up into a sitting position. You grind your hips down once more and reach behind you to fondle his balls, causing his cock to twitch and harden again inside your walls. 'Going to be a good boy and let me use you like a little fucktoy?' Haknyeon nods enthusiastically, pupils blown wide as he bites his lips.

- You pull off almost all the way, till only his swollen cockhead remained in your hole and you reach down to stroke the base. Some of his cum dribbles out and you use it to slick him up even more. You like it messy and so does he. Well, he likes anything, as long as it pleased you.

- You slam yourself down and he lets out a pained moan from the force of your body slamming onto his balls. He likes it when you put pressure on his balls, especially when you knead it and lightly slap it around when you suck him off. He even likes it when you slap his cock around mid-handjob/blowjob. I just know Haki is a little painslut

- You pick up speed, riding him as hard and fast as you did before, eliciting breathless groans from the boy beneath you. He was squeezing his eyes shut from the overstimulation and you tap him on his tear stained cheek, reminding him to keep his eyes on you

- Once he locked his eyes with yours, you trail a hand downwards to tease at your own nipples, getting them hard and puffy, making Haknyeon's mouth water. You throw your head back, thrusting your chest out to give him a clearer view. In your peripheral, you can see him licking his lips and panting, eyes trained on the fingers playing with your nipples

- 'Please, your Majesty. May I...? I- I'll make you feel good, I swear' he pleads, his glossy brown orbs blinking up at you, a picture of innocence, ironic given the situation at hand.

- You slow down and lean over him to undo his restrains. In this position, he begins licking shyly at your nipples and you bite your lip at the sensation, trying to concentrate on undoing his binds

- Once he was finally freed, he scrambles to sit up and immediately grabs your waist, pulling you close as he mouths at your chest, sucking and licking and biting feverishly. He suckles on a nipple, teasing it gently with his teeth. You gasp, winding your fingers through his messy locks.

- You pull his hair as you continue to ride him, his hot breath against the sensitive skin of your neck and décolletage spurring you closer to your own orgasm

- You wrap a hand around his throat, sticking your thumb into his warm mouth, forcing him to look up at you as he laps eagerly at the digit. You coo at how pretty he looks. Tear tracks glittering on his cheeks, full lips bitten red and raw, pupils blown wide in ecstasy and dark brown hair sticking to his forehead.

- You warn him that your orgasm was close, and he mumbles around your thumb that he was close too. He massages your ass before grabbing your waist and pulling you down harshly as he thrusted upwards into you. You choke out a moan at the sudden action, eyes rolling back into your head as he continues pummeling his throbbing cock into you.

- When you remove your finger from his lips but keep your hand around his neck, he moans and praises you softly, melodic little ah, ah, ahs falling from his pretty lips; the sweet tone of his voice a stark contrast to the harshness of his actions. 'Your Majesty, you're always so kind to me, so good to me, you spoil me with your love, a-ahhh you feel amazing my Liege'

- The snapping of his hips starts to get sloppy and your thighs ache from riding him for so long. A familiar tightness winds in your belly and your walls constrict around his length. You capture his lips in a deep kiss as you tighten your grip around his neck.

- He cums with a long, drawn out moan, the sound muffled by your lips on his. His hips stuttering as you milked him of his second load, chasing your own orgasm. The coil within you snaps, and you bury your face in Haknyeon's neck as you release your own sticky juices.

- He holds you close and runs his warm hands up and down your sides as you try to calm your heartrate. 'Did I do well, your Majesty? Was it to your liking?' He asks in a small voice.

- You smile down at him, pecking him sweetly on the lips. 'It was all I could ask for, my sweet. You've done so well for me.'

- Haki beams at the praise, hugging you tightly. Although he was the newest amongst the male concubines in the castle, he knew he was your favorite, and you always showered him with kindness and care, no matter how roughly you treated him during sex

- The storm outside calms down to a light drizzle and the fireplace crackles with mirth. He snuggles closer to you as you stroke his hair, both of you being lulled to sleep from exhaustion. Haknyeon couldn't wait to do this all over again with you.

#the boyz smut #haknyeon #haknyeon smut #the boyz imagines #ju haknyeon #achlys: tbz imagines

[horny-haaland-hoes]

Last part for today.. don't wanna risk anyone leaving work for no reason (I mean the reason bottom lip anon would have is a good one tho).. hope its not too much tho

Ødda felt like waves crush over him the moment he touched himself for the first time. It was like losing track of time. His whole body was closing in on him, he could feel every cell in his body jump in anticipation by this touch. He could feel his blood heat up and his mind go blank. When was the last time touching himself felt that good? When was the last time he touched himself? Must be days, weeks perhaps. The last weeks were so busy and hectic and sometimes when he came home late from Training, he immediately fell into the bed and was gone. But this.. it felt like weeks of anger and need was collecting itself for this moment. He bit his tongue knowing the orgasm coming from this would be good. Unbelievable good. He could feel it in his stomach. He slowed down, just kept hold of his cock, felt it twitch and leak. He pushed his left hand inside his pants as well, grabbing his balls, feeling them tighten up. He was so close. He let his index finger of his right hand ghost over his sensitive tip, feeling how his precum was collecting on his fingertip and how it was pulling strings of arousal. Close.. so close

He grabbed himself tight and knew 2 more strokes and he would spill his cum.

He had to be silent.. his hips wanted to buck up and he had to resist it so bad. Somewhere far in his mind he was catching an old memory of Erling. Something he still has lively in his mind..

It happened 1 year ago when they were on Camp and he was the new Captain of the National Team, the whole day of Training was intense and Erling couldn't get enough of calling him „Captain Ødda“.. it made his guts fire up. How he said it and looked at him. He rememberes going for a shower after that Training session, being the last one like always and how he couldn't resist doing a quick wank under the steam, totally forgetting everything in that moment, until Erling asked next to him how he is doing and he remembers the heat moving up in his face and how it was impossible to hide how hard he was.

He moves his leg collecting that thought, sighing through almost closed lips.. shit he was so close, he wished he could just scream on top of his lungs. In need and frustration..

He grabbed the thought again, the images from the past flooding his mind..

How Erling smiled at him back then, how he leaned against the wet tiles of the showers, grabbed his own cock and joined. How he leaned his head against the wall, being so quick and fast with his strokes that Ødda almost forgot to touch himself again. How fast it all went, how Erling moaned and how this echoed from the tiles, how Erling trusted in his hand and how Ødda couldn't help back then but just stare and watch him cum. How it made him lose it immediately.. he could never forget it..

He felt his orgasm build up.. making him speed up, forget everything.. losing the touch for past and present..

Sander shifted next to him and it took all his willpower to make himself stop.

His cock twitched angrily, precum leaking over his fingers, he had to bit his tongue to not cum untouched in some after waves..

Ødda opened his eyes. He felt dizzy and realised how sweaty he was. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he felt exhausted from all the control he had to keep with himself.

Sander was awake, that was for sure and Ødda licked his dry lips, trying to gather some words to make this situation less awkward .. but he couldn't ..

Sander moved again, he could hear sheets rustle and then Sander shoved his leg over and Ødda followed some weird reflexes and pulled his own over Sanders..

Nothing happened.. just breathing and his cock aching with so much force, he feared it would pain to touch it again.. he hated edging.. it was torture..

Sander moved closer and he could smell his cologne. Some sort of eucalyptus and wood. Fresh and familiar and underlined by the smell of Sex. It hit him for the first time. It definitely smelled like Sex, he smelled like Sex and fæn.. Sander must smell it too..

He could hear Sander moving the sheets back, swooping over, tugging at Øddas sheets and then slide under in one smooth move. He couldn't even control any of this. His mind was a blank space. Filled with lust and only his aching cock. He felt so small compared to Sander. Like always. Sander literally consumed him. He moved his leg, feeling how the muscle passed out in it and that was when he felt it. Pressed against his hip. Ødda couldn't breath when he realised Sanders cock was pressed rock hard against his hip. He could hear him breath in by surprise. Not knowing this contact would happen so soon. Øddas world hung upside down. They often send Nudes or jerked off together, sitting in different corners of a room when they were younger. But mostly it was Erling. Sander was more shy and had to be tricked into these things. But laying that close, knowing each other was horny as hell, this was new.

He could feel Sander moving his hand over, how it felt large and warm on his thigh. The muscles under his skin flexed and his cock twitched heavy. Sander moved closer, locking Øddas left leg between his own and somewhere in Øddas mind the lights whent out. He just opened his mouth and let the moan slip past. Strong and clear. Telling Sander he knew what was coming next, telling him to do it, to move on, to use him, to hump him like a pillow. His mind gone with the waves of that orgasm that was bulding up for ages now. He just wanted to cum. Wanted to spill his seeds all over himself and be a mess.. but Sander did not move, not his hand, nothing.

And Ødda had no nerves left, he took Sanders hand, which was warm and yet clammy, larg and so familiar and guided it upwards. There was no thought left in his mind. He was a broody mess of horny feelings and he would've humped anything to get it done..

He placed Sanders hand over his cock, which was covered in his sticky, wet pants and then he moved his left leg, pressed it up against Sanders hard cock, making him moan slowly.

He grabbed Sanders hand tight, almost shaking, and moved it over his cock, trying to convince him to finally do something.. he could hear Sander chuckle.. hearing him mumble „I cannot believe you are doing this Ødda“ his norwegian thick and heavy from his arousal..

But Sander couldn't resist.. of course not and it took only seconds for him to move his cock up against Øddas leg, thrust against him, making Ødda aware of the mess he caused. Let him feel how close Sander was as well. And then it went so fast, something clicked by Sander and suddenly Sanders hand was wrapped around his cock and Ødda moaned like the world depended on it. He grabbed Sanders leg and with one move, pulled him onto his lap. Wanting to feel it all, every inch of him, wanted to have all the friction in the world. Sander moaned in agreement and Ødda never felt so needy for anything in his whole life. No Blowjob he ever got, no wet Pussy ever made him so thrilled for the outcome. Because this was new, and somehow wrong and yet so good.

Ødda pulled the waistband of Sanders pants down and Sanders cock sprang free. Sander followed his lead and in some thrilling rush, Ødda could feel how Sander did the same with him. And then it was just animalistic. The moment Sander took his own cock and Øddas cock in the same hand, there was no point of return. If there ever was one. They both moaned and bucked their hips and Ødda closed his hand around Sanders, wanting him to speed up and he did, pressing against Øddas lap, moving onto him. Ødda threw his head back.. his orgasm building up, so hot, like a fire was raging and burning houses to the ground. Sander mumbling in that thick norwegian.. saying „So close Ødds, so close..“ and Ødda looked up at him, and between them and how their mixed strings of arousal collected on their hands and how hot it looked and how red headed Sanders cock was, almost like it would burst any minute.. and that was basically all Ødda needed to see because his orgasm hit him harder than he imagined, he cum hard, spilling long shots of cum on his chest and over Sanders long fingers and he could hear himself moan so loud, the boys in the next room must've heard him. Sander bucking against him one last time, throwing his head back and cumming all over them both.

There was a silent moment that passed ..

And Ødda regained the touch to reality, could feel how Sanders hand let go and how he sank forward, how their forheads collided and how they both were breathing so hard. This was so odd and yet so good. Ødda felt Sander shutter against him and he just closed his hand around Sanders cock, still hard but getting softer and stroke him through the after waves, making him moan softly against his face..

Softly Ødda rolled Sander to the side, using his bedsheets to clean his fingers, his chest, and repeating the process with Sander, making sure no sticky cum was left. He kicked down his sticky pants, tugging at Sanders, and kicked the sheets and the pants onto the floor, the cold air hit him and in some lazy move he pulled Sanders sheets over them both. Feeling the warmth body next to him, slack and naked.

Sander closed his eyes.. exhausted and thrilled.. At least he would find sleep..

Well omg 😱 I have no words left that was so hot

#Ideas Anon