#you're all gross and sticky with sweat

[shutit-haha]

"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #college au #aphrodisiac #afab reader #smut #reader insert #unprotected sex

[wettvagina]

STICKY ICKY

desc: ohmygod! eren yeager, the college jock everyone wants to fuck, got his dick leaked all over campus. with his dickpic in every girl's phone, what happens when you finally get to see it.. warnings: p in v , creampie , blowjob , hottub sex a/n: dont do this irl guys, you will get an sti!

The bottom of your sandals clicked as you walked through the hallway of your apartment, the crisp air smelled like baby powder and cold donuts, the air conditioning system pumped frigid wind onto your face, causing a shiver to go down your spine, your face scrunched as you hurried to find your keycard, almost excited to get to your comfy queen sized bed, located in your cozy, homely room.

You saw the card scanner emit a green flash of light, indicating that the door was unlocked, with a flip of your wrist you unlocked the door, hearing everyone's voices in full volume. "No way! Is this what....the second time?" Sasha snorted, "No, this is the first time." Mikasa retorted in her usual calm voice, a slight smirk on her face as she conversed amongst the group of Ymir, Historia and Sasha.

The four of them sat on the floor of your living room, the pink, fuzzy carpet under your coffee table provided an area for Sasha to lay down as she snacked on some gummy worms in her hand, "Oh you're home, come look at this." Ymir's voice rang, your brows furrowed and you briskly deserted your belongings onto the couch before looking at what was displayed on Ymir's phone.

"WOAH!" your eyes widened as your friends snickered, "Thoughts?" Sasha chirped, "First of all, why is it so big?" you announce, "And veiny and pink." you went on, "Guess who?" Sasha snorted once again, "Wait that's real, no way, I thought that shit was AI generated or something the way how big it is." you mention as you crossed your legs to sit on the floor.

"Oh, yeah, it does look kinda fake cuz' it's zoomed up." Ymir mentions before taking her thumb and index finger to pinch at her screen, showing you the original picture, "No way! Is that?" you shouted, "Uh huh." Ymir nodded, you looked at Ymir's phone with wide eyes and a slightly heated face.

The erotic picture on Ymir's phone showed the school's thotty hottie, Eren Yeager, shirtless, grey sweatpants slightly pullled down exposing his hard cock, his phone was in his hands, half-way blocking his face but everyone knew it was him. His tense abs glazed with sweat and his dick was just panty wetting.

"No way." you iterated, in complete disbelief, feeling a sense of loss as Ymir pulled her phone away, "I mean, definitely not surprised." Historia chimed in, "He is him, after all." Mikasa sighed, "A manwhore." Sasha snarled while chewing, "Wonder who leaked it though." you say chewing on your nail.

"Hm, I say it probably got surface from his hidden Twitter account or something." Ymir suggested playfully, "Or OnlyFans." Sasha teased, "I wouldn't doubt it." Historia shrugged, "His fans are definitely getting off to that." Ymir taunted, "I know I am." you say, half heartedly. "Gross." Historia giggled, "What? I mean did you see that thing, it's like a uterus pounder." you sneered.

"That is nasty, but you're right though." Sasha agreed, "I dunno' how I'm gonna look at him the same." Mikasa shook her head, causing everyone to giggle. "Can I see that again?" you questioned, making Ymir turn on her phone, pointing the screen at you to which you grabbed, examining the entire picture oncemore.

"Hm, yeah I think I wanna fuck him now." you admit, "C'mon, have some respect for yourself." Historia joked, "No like seriously, he's carrying a third leg." you say straightforwardly. "Well I mean, if you wanna take a ride on that horse, go for it. Eren is pretty easy." Ymir states, "Yeah, wear a condom though, you wouldn't want to get any...disease." Sasha encouraged, "You know there is that party tonight." Historia mentions, "Well, it's confirmed, I'm fucking him tonight." you declare with heavy emphasis on the word fucking.

"Good luck, girl." Mikasa cheers on.

It seems the universe had been on your side that night, as Eren was nowhere to be found in Connie's condo party, you looked in every corner, bathroom and bedroom, he was absent. What if he did show out of embarrassment, I mean his dick literally just got leaked everywhere, or wait, did he have a girlfriend? And was he hooking up with her???

You obviously did not think this plan through, leading you to go on a sex-deprived, drunken rant to everyone about how you hadn't had any good sex in three months, leading Jean to pushing you outside Connie's condo, telling you to 'get some air', so you went at the top floor, to actually get some air.

And there you found him, smoking weed near in the hottub. Oh boy it was a scene, he was half naked, those God-carven abs on full display along with his v-line, his hair was free and rested delicately along his shoulders.

Smiling to yourself, you had schemed a profound plan. You threw your dress of your body, thanking yourself for wearing a matching underwear set of a pink push-up bra and matching panties. You composed yourself, barely walking in a straight line as you approached the hot tub which was sectioned off in a small square near the pool.

"Oh, I didn't realize the hot tub was occupied." You say, your glossed lips pursed once you finished talking, "O-Oh. I don't mind." Eren says calmly, taking a final puff of his blunt before discarding it. "Really? Well if you don't mind." you smirk to yourself before getting into the hot tub, the space was small, but wide enough to keep you both at an appropriate distance from eachother as you sat parallel to him, your face facing his as he exhaled the smoke.

"I've seen you before." Eren immediately striked conversation, "Yeah? I've seen you too." you smirk, Eren blushes, seemingly getting at what you were saying, "Right, we have the same major?" he asks, "Hm, what's your major?" you ask, noticing has gaze raking your body. "Huh?" he asks like an idiot, "I said what's your major?" you repeat with a sweet, calm voice, "Oh- Computer Science." he says, "Mines Econ, we probably share some classes though." you mention, "Yeah." he agrees.

"I didn't know you live in this building." Eren admits, "Oh, right." you say awkwardly, it's cuz' you dont, your broke ass lives in the building atleast four blocks away because it was the cheapest option, only rich guys with sport scholarships live here.

"Well, you barely know me, haha." you giggle awkwardly, "Well, wanna change that?" he asks with a smirk. "What are you trying to say?" you question, and in one swift motion his body is near you and his hand is ontop yours. "You know what I'm trying to say." he says, and with that final sentence, he leans in for a much anticipated kiss.

His pink, swollen, warm lips rode against yours, as you felt his hand wrap behind your neck, pulling you in closer as he slides his tongue into your mouth. His body cages yours as your back presses against the wall of the hot tub the warm water surrounded your body seemingly intensified it's tempurature.

His hand lowers to your ass, grabbing at the plump flesh as he presses kisses along your neck, his hand lowers to behind your knee, hooking both hands behind each of your knees as he pulls you up onto him, continuing to kiss onto your neck, you drape your arms around his neck feeling your clit throb against your panties.

Feeling his dick slightly poke against your inner thighs, you feel him pull away. "No- we should stop." he says almost shyly, still holding you up, "Why?" you question immediately, "I don't have a condom." he says while looking down. "Good, I wanted you to fuck me raw anyways." you say eagerly.

He grins before letting you off of him, spinning you around so that your pelvis pressed against the walls of the hot tub, you feel his hand on your ass underwater and his lips come near your ears, "You sure?" he asks, "Mhm." you hum, and feel some water splashing as he takes his dick out, you look back at at, seeing it in the flesh.

Lawd, it was bigger in real life, you couldn't wait for him to just fuck you already, you knew that you probably added some liquid into this hot tub with how wet you were. You continued to watch back as he slipped it in, slowly rocking his hips onto your ass, you arch your back as his huge dick was only half in.

"Shit." you hear him groan, and you push back onto him, his entire dick entered your pussy and you watched as his face contorted to match the pleasure he was feeling, his brows shot up and his eyes glassy. "'m gonna move." you hear him say, your hum in response was turned into a moan that fell off your tongue as he harshly pressed himself against you, grabbing onto your hips as he pounded into your pussy.

The only sounds you heard was his groans and grunts, as well as the sound of his skin slapping onto yours which was muffled by the splashing of water. "Oh shit." you cried out as you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips, his pace increasing.

"Shit." his breaths were ragged as he watched down to where his dick slid in and out of your welcoming pussy, he slightly smirked at the sight as he leaned his face to the back of your neck, inhaling your scent before kissing onto your skin.

You were a bit surpised since he was fucking you like if you were his wife or something, you barely knew him, but you had no complaints and your thoughts were immediately slammed out of your head when you felt his dick tense inside of you, "Oh-" his words were cut off when you felt your insides get warmer, hearing him pant as he released his warm come inside of you.

"Shit." he groans, pressing himself deeper into you, his pelvis jamming against the curve of your ass as he rides out his high, moaning and groaning into your mouth as you turn your head to look back at him, only for him to kiss you oncemore.

He pulls out of you swiftly and you hear the water splash, "You think you can go for one more." you ask looking back at him, "Sure." he smiles, "Follow me." you say, climbing out of the hot tub, and grabbing onto his hand as you lead him the the changing rooms, you go into the women's changing room with your hand in his.

It was late and the room was empty, you passed through a series of empty toilet stalls to get to the other side of the room which was a changing room with showers, "Sit." you instruct, watching as he sits on the bench in front of you. You get onto your knees between his thighs, pulling at his waistband watching how his cock already erected again.

You didn't hesitate to take his cock into your mouth, sucking on the tip before licking onto the entire shaft, your lips pressed around his tip as you swirled your tongue around the slit, licking at the beads of precome around the swollen tip.

"S-Shit." you hear him groan as your head bobs on his cock, you continue to suck on the tip while stroking the parts of his dick where your mouth wasn't on. You released the tip from the warmth of your mouth to spit on it, taking it back into your mouth oncemore as you try to fit his entire length into your mouth.

His fists clench and his knees were almost shaking, loose strands of his hair hung in front of his face as water droplets ran down his bare chest and down to his chiseled abs. "Fuck." he grunts, hand digging into your hair, you look up at him as he jolts his hips forward into your mouth, making his tip hit the back of your throat.

And within seconds he's coming in your mouth, you feel his hot, white come in your mouth as he groans, thighs shaking as you continued to lick at his tip while he comes in your mouth. "Fuck!" he curses as he rides out his second high, hips stuttering slightly when you rub at his dick while he's still coming.

"I need your number." he says between heavy breaths.

#aot x reader #aot smut #eren smut #eren yeager #eren aot #eren jeager #eren jeager smut #eren jeager x you #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x y/n #eren jaeger #eren #eren x reader #aot #eren yaeger x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x reader #eren yaeger smut #eren yaegar #eren yaeger imagine #snk #snk x y/n #snk x reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren x you #aot x black reader #aot x female reader

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 32

part 1 | part 31 | ao3

cw: explicit sexual content, smoking

"Holy shit," Steve gasps as he shudders through aftershocks. Holy shit. Holy shit. He's never coming alone again; wonders if he could get away with asking Eddie to record some sort of audio for future use, because- because fuck.

Eddie's incredible. Made him tease himself for what felt like hours — featherlight caresses over his stomach, his hips, his thighs — and when he finally let him come, Steve nearly fucking died. Supernovas in his vision, trumpeting angels in his ears. Alpha and Omega; the beginning and the end type of shit. His heart went all off rhythm, and his entire body shook, and that melted honey feeling crystalized inside his chest; a sugar cube embedded in the center of his heart.

"Holy shit," Eddie echoes on the tail of a breathless laugh. He looks just as fucked out as Steve feels, flushed and fucking gorgeous, and Steve hears him shuffling around behind him; tucking himself back into his shorts, taking off his ruined shirt. He wipes his sticky hands on the fabric then moves to clean Steve up, using his t-shirt as a rag; dragging it over Steve's stomach, his pubes.

Steve giggles. "That tickles!"

"You're welcome," Eddie grins. He tosses the shirt onto the floor, and Steve moves to take his off.

"Here," he offers, "take mine." The thing's rucked up under his armpits, probably a little gross from sweat, but he doesn't want Eddie to be cold, and he especially doesn't want him to get up to find a new one. Feels like he might evaporate if Eddie leaves right now.

Eddie pushes him back down gently, and when he looks at him, it feels... reverent.

Like adoration.

Sugar cubes.

"Nah, Stevie." He bends to kiss his forehead with a wet, playful smack. "You keep it."

Steve settles back between his thighs and peppers kisses over the tattoos he can reach, stopping at one he asked about earlier. The fluffy cloud, the sleeping fox. "Will you tell me about these now?" Another kiss. "If you want."

Eddie sighs and sits up straighter; lights himself a cigarette. He pokes at each tattoo in turn, the skin dimpling under his touch, and says, "Fox, and Skye. My half-siblings."

"You have siblings?"

"Sure do. Four and seven last time I saw ’em. And yes,” he adds with a smirk in his voice, “my mom was a dirty hippie, in case their names didn’t make that abundantly clear.”

Steve laughs under his breath. "I see why you didn't want to talk about that before."

He traces the outline of the art; thinks about all the other stuff he doesn't know about Eddie, about his life outside of school, outside of Hawkins. Startles himself a little with how badly he wants to learn.

“Son of a bitch…” Eddie whispers. He sounds like he’s talking to himself, and when Steve glances up at him, his gaze has drifted to the middle distance, staring somewhere past the mirror and the guitar hung on the wall.

“What is it?” Steve asks. A dark smudge of anxiety cuts through the afterglow. It's probably nothing, but three years of fighting monsters has set him permanently on edge.

“Nothing," Eddie assures, blinking fast to snap himself out of it. "Sorry. I'm just— just realizing they’re both way older now." He licks his upper lip; clucks his tongue. "Jesus. I haven’t seen them since ’79.”

Oh. “How come?” He probably shouldn’t ask. Feels intrusive and rude.

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. “Oh, you know,” he answers, and his tone is flippant, swooping melody, but Steve can hear the vulnerable quiver lurking just below. The slightest tremor; a flicked bass string. “Pretty classic tale. Mom remarried, I was the moody teenage step-son getting in the way of the guy’s fresh start. Also,” he sucks in another puff of smoke, croaking on the exhale, “turns out hippies can be homophobes, too, so...”

“Wait, seriously?” Steve twists to sit upright, to spring into action, as if he’s about to— what, exactly? Fight the past on Eddie’s behalf? (He’d do it, for the record, but he’s pretty sure it’s not an option. Not unless one of El’s siblings knows how.) "Eddie, that sucks; I'm so sorry."

“Down, boy,” Eddie snorts, voice gone husky from the smoke. "It's fine; it's old news."

He clearly doesn't care to wallow when he just got his rocks off, so Steve eases himself back down; borrows the cigarette. When he hands it back he jokes, "Should I be worried that it’s, like, kinda hot when you talk to me like I'm a dog?”

Eddie hollers out a laugh, his head knocking against the wall, all those wild curls bouncing around his shaking shoulders. "Jesus Christ. You're fucking dangerous," he beams.

Steve smiles back; pokes the comic bubble on Eddie's knee. "You like danger."

"Little shit.” He rolls his eyes and smiles, softer now, biting it back. The cassette reaches its end. A peaceful hush falls over the room. "Yeah. I guess I do."

—

Later, when the moon is high and the weed's all gone and sleep tugs at their eyelids like a needy kid; when they're curled on their sides face-to-face on the bed, Eddie reaches across the gap between them and says, "Stay?"

Steve takes his hand; brushes his lips over bare knuckles. "Kiss me?"

"In the morning," Eddie promises. "If you still mean it, ask me then."

—

part 33

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#trailer park steve au #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #my writing #my fic

[cherrybomblast]

dude ,,, cant stop thinking abt ur premature ejaculation fic rn. ,,, imagining ts with someone who hates you too,,, jerking off some dude who dislikes for you for no reason, some kinda hatefuck, n there you r barely pumping his dick n him cumming instantaneously then he gets all embarrassed..,,,, calling him a pervert n making fun of him ekekkfkgk

heheheehbdbdhfb i love your brain hon.

tw extremely terrible smut 💩

you're absolutely shocked.. the man that side eyes you every chance he gets, the man who left you stern notes on your office desk and criticizing emails, is now at your doorstep, begging you to please help him, and that he's sorry for bein' so mean, but he needs your help.

the sight you're met with is without a doubt filthy - his tie loosened, pants unbuttoned, hair slicked back with sweat, hands cupped around his unbelievably hard cock. he looked so disgusting in all the right ways.

so, out of the kindness of your heart and your cock you decide to let the poor thing in. he even started to babble about his depraved fantasies he had about you.

you finally, finally get your hands on him, kissing him harshly. but almost seconds after you start palming his erection, the stupid thing starts to whimper and squirm.

you pull away from the kiss trying to figure out what the matter is now, when you feel your hand get hotter, and your palm sticky. you look down, and sure enough- there's a giant wet spot right over his cock.

"... did you just come?" you ask sharply, palming him once again.

"i'm sorry, haah, i just- i'm really- i dunno what's going o-on, nghhh.." he manages to get out through heavy pants..

"that... that was fuckin' nasty, baby..." you laugh out, getting closer to his red hot face. "yeah? are you that gross, that you cum from me touching you like that in seconds?"

"'no-no i don't usually, it doesn't usually, ghhh.. happen li-like that... i don't.. khhhh... i don't know...." he tries to protest, (the best he can, now overstimulated from your touch).

"the only boys that can cum that fast are perverts. are you a pervert, baby?" your grin widens as you whisper right into his ear, and he starts to buck up into your hand again.

he can protest all he wants, but you both know it's true.

(im thinking i like this character too,, shall he be known as pervy coworker? 😌)

#sowwy this is little bit trashy #im running on a monster and nature valley #gay #sub men #cherrie's little brainrots #lgbtqia #male reader #dom!male!reader #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #bad grammar #pure smut #pervy coworker

[xstarkillerx]

PLEASE OMG!! I’m a slut for overstimulation so that idea you had about the squirting?!?!? I’ll be on the lookout on your page like an Amazon package I can’t wait to get 😭😭😭

I never really planned on fleshing that one out, to be honest, but because you liked it so much let me go grab what Indy and I said when we were talking about it! Pretty much all of this was prompted by indy saying brian was a squirt loving, pussy slapper which... it sent me on a Brian-fueled tirade of 5 minutes worth of voice memos lol

Nsfw under cut

But basically, what I pictured is sitting beween his legs on his bed (always the 2 fast 2 furious boat), with your back against him. He's shirtless and you're completely naked, skin damp with sweat and catching against his every time you try to slump down further. He's been touching you for hours.

The first time he makes you squirt, it doesn't even cross your mind to be embarrassed about the mess you just made in someone else's bed because he takes his wet hand, and pulls you in for a hungry kiss. It's in your hair, on your face, on your lips like he wants it all over you; he doesn't even break the kiss before he starts touching you again. Dripping and still sensetive he pinches your clit just to feel you yelp against his lips, he doesn't bother touching you slowly after that, he wants to hear you whine.

"Oh, I know, I'm sorry," he says, against your wet neck. " I had to, I had to." He's smiling against your skin, not an ounce apology in his voice, nor a trace of a promise that he won't do it again.

Gross, we called him, mess maker, a little cruel. He makes you cum twice before his pants even come off and he tells you it's because you're insatiable, because his dick just wouldn't be enough for you, would it? At this point your skin is hot, red, wet with sweat and squirt he's wiped all over you and you're slumped further down his body than you were an hour ago. Brian's leaving kisses at your temple, on your damp hair, down your cheek, to your ear, just admiring the giant puddle on the sheets before you.

"Want me to fuck you in the wet spot? Yeah, you want it, I know you do." To seal the deal he guides you to his hard dick to remind you he got you like this with his hands alone, massive, strong, calloused and sticky with your cum. Your muscles are spent, eyes half lidded, but eager to please, you nod.

It almost hurts, to feel your skin peel away from his with the way sweat has melded your bodies together. Brian positions you onto all fours, laughing, calling you "Bambi," under his breath with the way your limbs shake. It takes little more than a nudge to your shoulder to put you in prone, tits, stomach, face pressed against wet cotton. He puts himself on top of you and slides in so easily it makes your eyes roll back, he calls you "easy," and that puts a knot in your stomach. Maybe his big hand places itself at your neck and pushes your face further into the wet spot, just to be a little mean, just to see you get messier, hear you whine his name in complaint. It's his favourite sound in the world, you know.

"Briiiaaannn," cute and muffled with your own fucking wetness on your lips.

"Shut up, you like gettng messy," all boyish cockiness while he fucks in and out of you. "Letting me fuck you in your own mess, are you dirty baby? You dirty?"

All you can really bring yourself to do is whine, maybe reach back to paw at his bicep if you've still got it in you.

Hope you liked it! I tried to whip it into something with a little more shape than its original form, it was a half-baked horny concept at best, but Brian liking squirt is worth talking about.

#donnie does 👑 #brian o'conner smut #brian o'conner hcs #brian o'conner headcanons #brian o'conner fic #fast & Furious #fast and furious

[arieswritez]

Just thinking about pervy Mark rn…. Giggles

I think he should be nasty.. a lil gross,, That would be hawt

mark should allowed to be nasty & gross as a treat!!

cw; MDNI! DARK CONTENT! yan!mark grayson x gn!reader, abusive relationships, manipulation, food tampering, drugging, somnophilia, blackmail, scent kink, rape & sexual harassment, mentions of body size (weight fluctuations, implied chub!reader, mark teases reader about it)

he should be allowed to taint your food with his spit and his cum and get hard while he watches you eat it! he should be allowed to put trackers in your car or on your phone! why can't you understand he's just wants to keep you safe?! stop being so ungrateful >:[ !!!!

how do you think it'd make mark feel if something happened to you? or are you that fucking self absorbed that you don't stop to think about how your actions affect those around you? specifically him. your boyfriend who does so much for you.

what if someone got their hands on your cute little body? is that what you want? because mark obviously doesn't want anything happening to you. . but if that's what you really want: he can make that happen.

he won't like it. but if it means teaching you a lesson, he can always hire a few low lives to scare you straight. and it's not like it's hard to find them and reason with them. mark gets a favor and, in return, they don't have to worry about mark - or invincible, as they know him - lurking on their turf.

despite their reputation, they don't do anything too bad. nothing big enough to cause any permanent, physical damage. although he's sure - and hoping - your psyche will take a hit. he specifically advised they not rape you but they do enough to leave you shaking with fear once it's over.

when you come home to him, clothes torn, sobbing about being cornered and groped, he'll be there, soothing and cooing at you,

"babe~ i told you! this is what happens when you wear that while i'm not around! you have to tell me where you are at all times! it wouldn't have happened if i was there!"

mark should be allowed to make you absolutely, completely, A HUNDRED PERCENT!!!! dependent on him!!! he should be allowed to slip things into your drinks that make you drowsy and force you to stay the night. he should be allowed to set up a cute little camera in the corner of the room, facing his bed, and film himself slipping his hand into your underwear while you sleep! you wouldn't believe the sounds you make while you're passed out <3

he should be allowed to give you medication that causes your weight to fluctuate! & he's allowed to be a little mean about it, too ;( to pinch your chubby cheeks or your softening belly, grab your rolls and say, "you're lucky i love you so much ~"

he should be allowed to use your throat as leverage when he fucks you from behind!!! he should be allowed to stick his thumb/stuff his fingers into your hole while he strokes you or eats you from the back!! he should be allowed to paint your back and/or belly with sticky white cum while you're throbbing for him. he should be allowed to make excuses !!! oh, i hafta go. cecil needs me. im tired. get yourself off, you can do that, can't you?

or just a blatant, "no. you don't deserve to."

mark should be allowed to throat fuck you until your face is covered with tears and snot and he should be allowed to laugh at you and plug your nose while you choke around him!

he should be allowed to force you to your knees & tongue at his balls the second he steps into the house despite the fact that he hasn't showered the day's worth of sweat and grime off of him! you should BE GRATEFUL HIS DICK IS IN YOUR MOUTH!!!

mark is a good bf! and you shouldn't complain!! no one will love you the same way he does!!

#io ramble ramble #im in love w him #im supposed to be out #instead im writing about mark being gross #trying to get this out before i get a lick of sunlight #cause ik my serotonin will surge #and i wont be able to be sick and psycho and needy #i am so rabid over him #i want him so bad #FUCK IT I AM IN LOVE WITH MARK GRAYSON #AND YOU CAN ALL JUDGE ME IF YOU WANT #BUT I DO NOT CARE #I HAVE NEVER #EVER #BEEN HAPPIER!!!!! #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #mark grayson #invincible #yandere mark grayson x reader

[pocoyo-yo]

S3X 'N SHIBUYA // CHOKING NANAMI KENTO

☆☆☆☆☆

warnings: smut, pnv, cowgirl (pos.), choking my man w his tie, dirty talk, pet names (baby, love, papa)

song: hotel - montell fish

kinktober!masterlist

the hotel room was lit a dim orange— the sound of the low hum of the television and light tap of raindrops on glass was the perfect atmosphere for the halloween eve. exceptional even. his name? kento— that's what he told you anyway. you two barely spoke at the bar; him because his thoughts seemed to be beyond you and yourself because all you could care to noticed were those hands.

those were hands of a working man— calloused and rough. yet at the bar he handled his shot glass with care; he handled you with care.

"oh fuck," he hissed— those hands dug into your hips. ".. just like that."

you chewed on your bottom lip— his chest and neck were covered in your red lipstick stains. dressed up a bit too early, no? is what he asked you at the bar after you sat beside him. you couldn't help but roll your eyes then; a cheap catwoman— you like?

"shh," you grinded your hips on his pelvis— his happy trail tickled at your puffy clit. ".. let me take care of you, kento."

i wouldn't call it cheap— more like casual.

your black nails clawed at his chest as you raised your hips— your creamy arousal dripped down his cock. your brows furrowed once you took him in deep again; he was unnecessarily big.

kento panted heavily; his styled blond hair had strands loosely fallen down his forehead. seemingly stuck due to sweat. orange was definitely your color— god, if you showed up to the bar as a pumpkin you would've been the sexist pumpkin around. the man was entranced by you— by the way you rolled your hips along his length, how you carried yourself, that goddamn body.

"look at you," he breathed— his hands rand up your waist and you shivered. his large arm wrapped you and pulled you closer while his other hand groped your breast. "hit the jackpot tonight, huh? so fucking sexy," his slender brown eyes fell to your split pussy; just a sticky mess as you took him in. ".. you're takin' such good care of this dick, baby."

you arched your back and let small whimpers fall from your lips— your clit ached for attention and you found yourself practically humping the man below your for friction. "oh god.. oh my god," you moaned under your breath— eyes flickering to the back of your head.

kentos cheeks were flushed a soft, cherry red as he darted his tongue over his lips. your thighs trembled with every wet tap of your ass against his muscular thighs. you wanted to care for him and you were, you most definitely were, but kento was a working man. just a man. and as a man, he wanted to ruin you.

he wanted to fuck as deep as he could into your tight cunt. kento rarely hooked up and messy sex felt especially gross to him when it was a hook up, but you? he wanted his lower half to be covered in your arousal and cream— he could still taste you from earlier affiars. and to fill that pussy up? what a dream that would be.

"mm papa— you love this pussy, hm? f— fuck.." you shuddered with an airy giggle and your movements slowed.

kento brought down the arm he had wrapped around you and gave your ass a smack with at large, rough hand. you whimpered before you grinned down at him— watching as he clenched his jaw.

"don't you dare slow down." he grunted as he gave your ass a squeeze.

"f—fuck m'sorry, kento," you whined and threw your head back— tiny moans fell from your lips as you began to bounce on his dick. "mm— yes.. oh fuck yes!"

he gripped the fat of your ass before he wrapoed his lips around your hard nipple. he swirled his tongue around the pebbled skin— trying his hardest to not fuck up into your warm cunt himself. his bulbous tip poked underneath your skin everytime you sunk back down on his cock. you could only imagine how he would feel raw— every vein that protruded underneath the tan skin of his cock.

your breaths grew uneven; your chest was tight. that gummy spot within your cunt was being attacked relentlessly to point where your tummy felt stuffed with butterflies.

"keep fucking me, baby," kento groaned as he sloppily kissed in between your tits. ".. good fucking girl— you want'ta cum?"

you nodded deliriously as you dragged your fingertips down his abs— you could compare the feeling to a smooth brick wall. and your ass? well, you could still feel the sting from when he gave it (what you presumed) was a rather easy smack on his part.

"kento! papa," you panted as you slipped one hand between your thighs and began to rub quick circles over your clit. ".. g'na cum soon— feels too good.."

you bounced sloppily on his cock— squeezing your eyes shut to avoid the tears of pleasure threatening to spill on your cheeks.

"no no," he moaned softly. "look at me, baby, c'mon.."

you weren't focused on his words, only on reaching your forthcoming orgasm. kento was a working man, and as a man, he didn't like that. he yanked back his hips before he jolted his hips upwards— his cock poked deeper than you ever thought it would.

your toes curled as you rubbed at your clit even faster— splattering your wettness all over your thighs. your heart pounded in your chest while kento continued to pound into your spasming cunt. kento was a working man after all, and he was going to fuck you like a man should.

"kentooo!" you squealed as his hands then gripped your hips once more— bouncing you up and down on his throbbing length. tears fluttered down your cheeks— trails of black following as your masacara began to go with the salty streams.

"m'right here," kento groaned as he sat up on his elbows. his biceps were flexed everytime he lifted you up— the veins in his arms had drool threatening to fall from your plump lips. ".. keep feeling good— you're okay, love.."

you eyed the only piece of clothing kento still wore— that ugly tie. you dispised the damn thing since the moment you laid eyes on it but his dick distracted you enough from it. until now. you wrapped the fabric around your fist with your free hand and tugged at it. kento let out a gasp as he found him face closer to yours— the tie digging into the marked up skin of his neck.

the lack of airflow.. he liked it?

"g'na cum! g'na cum, papaa!"

again; you tugged at his tie again which made it hug his skin even tighter.

"f— fuck do that again.. 'nd cum, baby," he stammered— his eyes were glued to your face. he adored how your face began to contort with the immense pleasure. "dammit please cum f'me.."

your hips jolted and shook as you let his name fall from your lips with a whine— your messy cunt squeezed and contracted around his dick as you coated him in a ring of white.

"s'too much— oh fuck.. s'good, ken.." you whimpered as you pulled at his tie once more; this time pressing your lips against his own. he kissed you back with a low moan— your wet and swelled lips sloppily brushed over one anothers. his tongue practically feaning for a taste.

had the two of you even truly kissed that night?

kento's cock twitched inside of you and with one last roll of your hips you had him emptying spurts of his cum into the condom. he thrusted into slow after that— trying to get you both down from your highs.

he pulled back from the kiss as your grip on his tie loosened, and you laid on his chest— inhaling his scent. sex, sweat, and vanilla oak. just that of a working man.

"are you alright?" he asked while he petted your hair.

"mhm.." you reached for your phone on the beside table, and kento grabbed it for you.

"here—"

"— no wait," you sighed and slid off if his softening cock slowly. "give me your number first— this was fun."

kento thought it over before he began to type away at your screen.

"you have business in shibuya tomorrow, right?" you asked as you took your spot next to him on the bed.

"so you do listen," he joked as he handed you back you phone and began to clean himself up— preparing to leave.

"I should go search for you, no?" you suggested teasingly— searching for his contact while he dressed himself.

"don't," he spoke sternly. ".. not tomorrow— just don't go to shibuya."

you raised a brow but ultimately shrugged once you found his contact— he put himself in the 'n' section.

so that was his last name.

"mm fine.. since you said so— hope everything goes well tomorrow," you gigged as he adjusted his tie. and you changed his contact to 'papa<3' instead of something so formal— you liked it better. ".. you have a good night, nanami."

he paused— the rain had stopped by now but the television still played. orange was your color and tonight the city was covered in it; he wasn't going to see you for a while.. he knew that much.

"get dressed— i'll be down in my car,"

kento told you as he checked the time on his watch— he could spare a few to see you draped in those orange city lights.

".. let me drop you off tonight."

#jujustu kaisen #smut #anime #manga #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jjk #nanami kento #jjk nanami #kinktober #nanami x reader #thank montell fish and boredom for my participation in this years kinktober

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

KINKTOBER DAY 1- MATING PRESS

Barbatos x AMAB!Prostitute!reader, raw dogging, cumming inside

Barbatos was getting tired of missionary.

As the loyal butler of the royal line, he didn't get much time to simply relax- let alone to fuck rough and nasty until his body couldn't take it anymore. So in the quickies he'd sometimes schedule with any random lucky demon, it was usually a matter of fuck and go. Kinks and performance be damned.

But hell.

A demon could only take so much before even the biggest cocks weren't doing it for him anymore. Being big wasn't enough; where's the technique? The hunger? The lust and need to devour the other, until there was nothing left but a living toy for one to fuck when they pleased?

Maybe he just wasn't bringing out that feeling in people anymore. Most demons were scared to even accept his requests these days, honestly...

The demon sighs, head low as he walks to the room. Hopefully, this time would be different.

It was part of his birthday weekend gift– a full three days off from work. And how did he choose to spend the first? Ordering a prostitute, of course.

'I'm gonna die.'

Sweat poured off your bodies by the bullets, plastering stray hairs to sweltering skin as heavy pants and heady moans filled the space.

The slap of skin on skin was a mantra within the four walls of the cheap hotel room; its weak bed groaning under the force of your movements, smacking the wall hard enough it'd surely leave a hole.

"Please, fuck," hic! "no more-" Barbatos' voice was a hoarse cry, throat raw from screaming for so long. With every stroke, you fucked deep into his core, abusing his prostrate and bringing fresh, hot tears to his summer-green eyes.

He was on his side; one leg over your shoulder, held there by your strong hand, with the other wrapped tight around your waist, muscles jumping and trembling from the strain of such pleasure.

His hands were everywhere. Clawing at the sheets, your thighs, your arms, even gripping desperately at his own lonely breasts, nipples pink and perky from the abuse.

His dick bounced in time with your strokes, pre and cum alike flying. You adjust yourself, going hard enough to drive his reddened face into the pillow, drool spilling carelessly out the side of his mouth, and Barbatos screams. His eyes roll to the whites as his back arches, his orgasm seeming to shred his nerves and white-screen his already foggy brain.

And you? While he's clamping tight around you again, dragging his claws through your skin and making thin trails of blood run down your arm? You, while he's senselessly fucking himself on your cock through his orgasm, as if trying to drain your balls dry. You, who's moved one hand to his blushed, crying cock, and the other to his pebbled nipple, working him through it all?

You, you're...

Bending down to kiss him on his mouth, tongue sticking out to play with his as you take him by his knees and push them up to his shoulders. His feet are high in the air, still arched from his orgasm. His moans are swallowed by your mouth, eventually fading out into small whimpers as you slow your hips to a stop.

Cum connects your hips to his ass in sticky white strands. It's gross, nasty even, but you find yourself loving it. Maybe even loving him. You can't help but feel like its a waste of cum though... he'd be better off stuffed full, really. So full of your seed he'd see stars. Left with no choice but to become addicted to your cock, and you'd fuck him like this everyday because he cant live without it anymore.

Fill him up just like this, everyday.

The idea blooms in your mind as he pants out little out-of-breathe 'thank you's'. His eyes were drooping, his breath slowing...

You push his legs tight against his shoulders. The gasping moan when you slam your hips into him again, somehow even deeper than before, makes your dick twitch hard.

You get no more than a few strokes in, but they're life-changing. He can see the bulge in his stomach as you go in and out, see the hunger and determination in your eyes. The tears are streaming again and stars are (indeed) dancing around his vision as he cums again, this time with you right behind him. You're at his core, his deepest point, and you cum right there inside him.

Barbatos isn't sure how he could get any fuller, but he did. And how good it felt, to be pumped full of warmth like this. Even when you pulled out and it drizzled down his asshole, he was happy. But when you fingered it back into his opened hole, your eyes lowered in concentration, free hand clutching his thigh in a vaguely possessive manner?

He fell in love.

----

This wasn't as hard as I coulda gone, but I got all of October to write us fucking him better. Happy kinktober, enjoy!

#obey me barbatos #obey me x reader #sub barbatos #barbatos x reader #shall we date barbatos #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #unaveragewrites #barbatos #UNAVERAGE EVENT-KINKTOBER23

[cryptixani]

[JDVN] NSFW Headcanons

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more nasty john doe shit for you guys, enjoy while you can cause the next one's gonna be painful :) minors fuck off as per usual

warnings: pure pure filth

switch with a mild sub lean

when he subs, he's kinda bratty and likes being roughed up and degraded, though the further in you get the more obedient he becomes, until he's on all fours gazing up at you like you're a divine being, pupils dilated wide and smile giddy and breathless, hard cock throbbing desperately at the very sight of you, babbling about how much he loves you and how perfect you are and how he doesn't deserve you. whimpers, whines, purrs, and even screams if you please him right.

when he doms, i think he's a bit more primal, loves the whole thrill of the chase, loves when you squirm and writhe. he especially loves biting and scratching and marking you up, overstimulating you until you cry and oh god do you look pretty when you cry. he doesn't really talk as much as he does when he subs, but he does still love praising you and murmuring how pretty you are. not a growler but will pant in your ear like a dog, groan and purr.

definitely a drooler, look at this man. it drips from his chin and tongue while he fucks you like a madman, landing on your chest. if he notices, he'll use his tongue to lick it off you

ohhh my godddd his tongue

very long, very wet, and very hot. he knows how to use it. will reach every single spot you need him to with that tongue

doe can give himself whatever genitalia you want him to have. and that means they're customizable too. (i'm tryna say that if you want him to have a cock, he can make it whatever length you find most pleasurable)

always has a thick bush of black curly pubes though, and usually a happy trail to match

he's a shameless used underwear thief and he will sniff them right in front of you, john doe does not know 'dignity' nor 'embarassment'

honestly he does it with all of your clothes, but your underwear he loves especially. he says it 'smells of you the strongest'

he will try everything once

anything you may be into, even if he's never heard of it before, he'll be willing to at least try out with you. he'll never judge you for your kinks/fetishes, either. hell, he's probably into some fucking weird things

is actually horrifically bad at dirty talk and doesn't realize it, it always comes out sounding goofy as fuck, just kiss him to get him to shut up

the socks stay on during sex sorry guys

you honestly dont want them off anyway his dogs are rancid just trust me its better this way

doe always has you sweating more than you usually would be during sex since his body temperature is warmer than a humans. he loves it though, thinks you look (and smell lets be fr here this is john doe we're talking about) especially delectable all covered in a sheen of sweat

he doesn't particularly have any favourite positions, he just wants to be able to see your face, so that he can take in all the pretty expressions you make. he usually goes for a mating press, or if you're topping he loves cowgirl. sometimes he'll have you in doggy, but in those cases he goes full out, with your head against the mattress. he'll keep you down with his own body.

loves aftercare just as much as the sex itself, whether he's the one predominantly giving or receiving it. loves to just cuddle up next to you/on you, nuzzle against you and rest for a while.

doesn't like it so much when you interrupt Post-Sex Cuddles because you need to 'go clean up' because you 'feel all gross and sticky' or because you'll 'get an infection down there'. what the hells that all about?? and then you come back and you've showered and your delicious natural scent is barely there, all washed away by the water. no fair.

#john doe #john doe x reader #john doe x you #john doe visual novel #john doe game

[keroppimelon0]

๑ -- ʟᴜᴋᴀ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ - ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ⋆

๑ – summary : hmm.. you've seen him in the cage, around boulder town.. but how would luka act if he was yours?

๑ – notes : aka, i love luka strongarm and i want him!! to kiss me!!! this is also a way for the gacha gods to give me him on one ten pull - i need to save my tickets for il 😭 also, first time trying to write headcanons - i'm hoping it's the right terminology for this 💀

๑ – relationship : luka x reader

๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who would stare longingly at you whenever you turn your attention to someone else while he's in the cage. he can't show off if you're not watching him, after all.

๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who’s arms snake around your waist when you’re still not paying attention, and he gives you one of his gross, sweaty hugs. even as you swat him away and scold him for being sticky, he can never resist your adorably red cheeks every time he does it.

๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who admires you as you lean in close to clean him up, your callused fingers leaving trails of fire against his bare skin even as his wounds sting and his body aches from being beaten in the cage. even though he wins, doesn't mean he's invincible.

๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who’d be unable to fall asleep when you’re laying next to him. he’s too busy admiring you - the curve of your face, your pretty nose, the rise and fall of your chest.. every part of you, he worships you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.

๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who’d hate to see you cry. that’s no fair - why is his gorgeous partner have all those messy tears on their pretty face? no, no, not on his watch. he’d spend hours and hours - pulling silly faces, making you food, being at your beck and call - until he hears your melodic laughter once more.

๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who’s most definitely whipped for you, and he isn’t afraid to show it. he’d buy (and wear) those stupid matching shirts for you, like his says ‘i’m with sexy’ and yours would say ‘i’m sexy’ 😭 (THIS ONE IS DUMB I'M SORRY)

๑ -- boyfriend! luka, who forever reassures you. he’s yours as much as you’re his. jealousy shouldn’t be an issue, because even if you don’t see it, everyone else sees how he follows behind you like a sad puppy when you’re ignoring him

(“luka, honey, are you.. crying?” “NO.. it’s just sweat..” (he is definitely crying.))

GACHA GODS PLEASE LET MY BABY BOY COME HOME EARLY.. I FARMED FOR HIM AND EVERYTHING (ó﹏ò｡)

#๑ -- kerokero's works #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr luka x reader #honkai star rail luka #hsr x you #hsr luka #headcanons #luka x reader hsr

[balkanradfem]

So I am gonna write about a tmi, icky gross problem regarding armpit hair, so if you don't feel like reading about that, it's time to scoot, skip this post, scroll on, skedaddle.

I know you're all still reading because you want to know about gross icky disgusting problems, and this is your own fault. So let me tell you a story!

I've had a life where paying attention to my physical health was the least of my issues, and if a problem was ignorable, you can be sure I ignored it. This proved to be a poor method of staying healthy, and now I am in fact, not doing so well. But that's not the point, the point is, I'm now paying much more attention to my body, and able to notice if something is up!

So one of the things I've ignored, was the condition of my armpit hair, which I shaved for only a very brief period of my life, and was happy to continue growing it out. I've noticed after a while, that there is some white coating on some of my armpit hair, and I thought, you know, I need to wash that stuff out! I need to scrub that area more, obviously it's still dirty somehow. However I would discover that no matter with what I scrub or wash, the white dots and coating on the hair would remain there. So it was not dirt, I was forced to conclude.

I looked it up, and the internet informed me, it is in fact, a bacterial infection. Shocked and baffled, I read some articles that recommended going to the doctor, getting antibiotics, shaving it off, using products to stop sweating, washing constantly not to get it again. It was utter defeat, after being so happy about my armpit hair being normal and all grown, to have to shave it again because of a stupid goddamn infection. They said the infection hits women and m*n the same, but women experience it less because they most commonly shave it off. Like firstly I don't believe you that most women do that, secondly you didn't mention the skin infections women can get from shaving.

But anyway, I had to shave it off in humiliation, and then I grew it back again, and I was more careful this time! To wash more carefully, to not allow myself to be sweaty, to dry off my armpits before putting clothes on, but after a while, it slipped my mind. I get anxiety sweating, I work a physical job, and I am a gardener. I get sweaty! And I like being sweaty and it doesn't feel bad and I would like, to not get an infection. But six months later the infection came back and now I'm brooding about it. I don't wanna shave it off again! I miss not knowing it was a legitimate problem, and I mean it's not like it's actively causing problems, just makes the smell of my armpit slightly stronger but I am okay with my own smell so the only thing that does bother me is knowing there is some bacteria in there having a field day while I'm enjoying my gross sticky life of being a physical worker.

So I am writing this to find out: is this a problem other women growing armpit hair have faced? Have you all known what it is? Did anyone find a solution that isn't a topical antibiotic and living a life where you don't ever get sweaty? If it turns out I'm the number one icky woman out there, so be it, I can be the leader. But I've never heard anyone talk about this, and I don't want to go to a doctor and hear 'why don't you just shave it off like all normal women' because I have the right to my armpit hair dammit, and I want it to be for my own enjoyment and comfort and the bacteria need to find some other job.

If this is a common problem then people have found a way to deal with it centuries ago, and I bet any witch back in time would know exactly what to do, but sadly I can't go and ask one, or read about their findings, because we know why. Please help me crowdsurf this information.

#female body hair #armpit hair #armpit hair infection #tmi post #womens health #womens body hair

[bbyquokka]

imagine felix laying on ur chest while u play with his soft hair and kiss his forehead bye its been on my mind all day i need someone to cuddle me😠😠🙁

summer luvin'

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, established relationship, domesticated au, non-idol au, pet names. words: 0.9k ~ (902)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

the scorching hot sun beats down on your skin. the hot, suffocating air blows past you every now and then, the wind chimes singing with each hit of the humid wind.

the skies are clear, not a cloud in the sky to help provide some shade from the intense heat the sun is providing. you have done everything that needed to be done today so you're now taking the time to relax.

the only thing that needed to be done, was water the plants and freshly grown veg and fruits you and your significant other, felix, have decided to grow together to help reduce the cost of grocery shopping; even if it's just a little.

a pink and white plaid picnic blanket rubs against the skin of your arms and legs. the soft texture of the grass shifts around and rustles as you lean up on your elbows. you place one hand above your eyes to provide you some cover from the sun as you watch your lover water the strawberries and cucumbers.

blue denim shorts and green crocs accompany him. his blue hair pushed back with the help of a black headband, beads of sweat roll down his forehead and temples. his naked chest and torso on display as his skin is slowly turning from a tanned colour to bright, burning red.

“hey felix.” he looks at you as he holds the green watering can. “have you put on sun cream?”

felix pouts a little, looking around sheepishly before shrugging and giving you a cheeky smile. you sigh, shaking your head slowly as you sit up fully and grab the sun cream.

“c'mere.” felix finishes watering the plants before bouncing over to you. he takes of his crocs by wiggling his feet and legs before kneeling down on the blanket in front of you.

“lix, you're burning.” you frown.

“i thought i did put on suncream.” he pouts.

“it's the hottest day of the year darling. you have to be safe, especially when you're out.”

“oh, this is nothing! it's way hotter in australia.” he laughs.

“we are in australia.” you state as you squirt the cream onto the palm of your hand.

“oh.. right, yeah. ops.” felix laughs as you shake your head and rub your palms together.

“on your stomach. i'll put some cream on your back.” felix shuffles into his stomach, arms being used as supports for his head as he rests his cheeks on them. you rub the cream into his hot skin as you feel a tad worried about how red his skin is looking, making a mental note to by some aloe vera next time you're both out and about.

you rub the cream onto his back and the back of his legs before helping him in applying the cream on his chest, abs and arms. you apply some on his nose and cheeks.

“your freckles are so clear now.”

“they are?”

“yeah. the sun really helps bring them out. your whole face is decorated with freckles. it's the cutest thing i've seen.”

a pink blush rises to his cheeks to which you giggle at before stroking the blush. you gently kiss his cheek as felix hums softly.

“do we need to do anything else today?” he asks softly as he watches you reapply your own sun cream.

“i don't think so lix. i think we've doing everything today.”

“great!” your eyes widen as felix gently tackles you. you land on your back with a soft thump and grunt as felix nuzzles into your chest, his arm loosely draped over your stomach. once the initial shock of the sudden attack is over, do you smile and hold him close to you.

you both ignore the fact that you're two very hot people, skin sticking together as the heat from the sun and each other mixes and rises. sweat accumulates on both your foreheads, the feeling of stickiness and grossness rising; but you both ignore it.

you close your eyes slowly as you listen to the sounds of the birds singing their sweet and gentle tunes. the cheers and shouts of children playing in their back yards ringing in your ears before occasionally dying down to nothing but blissful silence.

you absentmindedly twist felix's blue hair around your finger, raking your fingers through it and massaging his scalp. he lets out soft and gently hums and groans as you occasionally kiss the top of his head.

soon, the heat of each other becomes too much. after minutes of being close to one another, does felix pull away slowly. he stands up and disappears into the kitchen. you hear the sound of water running and felix rummaging around in the cupboards.

you think nothing of it, thinking he was just preparing some food and drinks for you both, until you feel something wet explode onto your stomach causing you to shriek and bolt upright.

you look up at a mischievous looking felix. a couple of water balloons in his hands as a bucket of them is situated by his feet.

“oh! you're on, mr!” you laugh as you grab a balloon and instantly throw it at his torso.

“water balloon fight! looser has to cook dinner!” you shout as you rush to your feet, grabbing more balloons in your hands.

“oh, you're on yn! just know that i'm going to kick your ass.”

“in your dreams, felix!”

note: if its hot where you live, remember to stay hydrated, wear sun cream and dont stay out for too long!! stay safe everyone ☀

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @oshimee ; @unh0ly-dr3am3r ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng

#[ anon. ] #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #lee felix #felix #lee felix fluff #felix fluff #felix x you #felix x reader #lee felix x you #lee felix x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie ik I'm in your inbox like every two seconds but can we all agree EVERY Eddie is more than happy to be cumrag for a partner... Like some have different needs and some will fight how much they want it, but dear God are they ready to get sticky and gross

Sticky Riddlers

Riddler Headcanons fuck yeah, although i don't think they're all too keen for it! there are some of them that are just like desperate for that kind of humiliation or opportuntiy to get gross and messy or even just to be used for something at all lmao so here's the ones i think are likely to be into getting a bit sticky 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: cumplay, nsfw obviously

arkham

absolutely the top candidate for this but maybe not even in a sexual way?

like he just instinctively wipes stains down his shirt, wipes his face and hands on it

so once he's finished eating you out or sucking you off whatever is left dribbling on his chin is getting smeared down his front

he wears the stains like a badge of honour, a symbol of his acheivements

he has his degrees and less-than-clean funds to show his intellectual prowess, he has his vest covered in your cum to display his other talents

dano

any and all bodily fluids please he doesn't care how they get on him but he's happy to be covered in them

blood, sweat, spit, tears, cum

he'll happily have them all smeared across his chest or his thighs

you could sit on his face and wipe yourself over his mask when you're done too if you want

as long as it's somewhere he can reach to dip his fingers into and get a taste of whatver you've left behind on him

twojar

feel like this guy is a huge fan of having you grind yourself on his thigh

like he'll make you hump out your orgasm yourself before he'll even consider touching you

and you better make sure that you leave a sticky little mess all over his pants

he better be able to feel it soaking through the fabric onto his skin, warm and wet

and he loves having you ride him and letting you spill yourself all over his abdomen

he just likes knowing you're completely satisfied, with physical evidence to prove it

zero year

he's maybe a bit hesitant to admit how much he likes being covered in your arousal

but if he was pressed, tortured to confess the truth, he'd have to confess to how much he loves being covered in you

trails, slick and glistening, all down his chest or his cheeks

smelling like you, tasting like you, long after the deed has been done

he likes to pretend he's in control and the dominant one, but tell him to get on his knees and let you smear yourself on him and he's there in a heartbeat

unburied

listen if it's not messy and sticky and the two of you aren't covered in cum and sweat and whatever else, then what was even the point?

feel free to wipe your fingers on him after you've been playing with yourself, as long as he can do the same

he's a bit of a showoff too, so however much of yourself you manage to wipe off on his shirt or pants or skin even

there's every chance he'll let those stains dry and keep wearing them even when people point them out

young justice

he'll literally do whatever you want him to do

you want to use his shirt? his tie? his face? to wipe yourself off with?

he's there, ready to clean up, at your service, dillgent and enthusiastic

i mean yeah he can be a cumrag, but he can be a little recepticle too, happy to lap up any spills

his purpose is to serve you and treat you like royalty, that's what he gets off on

#I had no idea what to title this lmao #finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #twojar riddler #riddler #the riddler

[sissylittlefeather]

It’s 1974, Elvis is on tour and you’re his current gf so you’re on tour with him. 2/3 through you return to Graceland because you’re feeling kinda under the weather and need rest. When he gets home he finds you sick as a dog dragging yourself around the house trying to take care of yourself since most of the staff goes on tour with him. He demands that you stay in bed and waits on you hand and foot for several days until you start feeling better. (I just tested positive for covid for the first time and need some comfy bde vibes)

I'm so sorry that you have Covid! That sucks! Sending all the good vibes for quick healing. Hopefully, this will give you some comfort ❤️. I enjoyed writing this one. Sweet, caregiving BDE is right up my alley, so thanks for the ask!

Warnings: reader vomits, otherwise this is pure, precious fluff!

Enjoy!

You Give Me Fever

"Honey, are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"Elvis, don't be silly, you still have three shows before your tour is over. I'll be fine."

"You don't look fine to me, doll."

"I'm just going to go to Graceland and rest for a bit. I'll try to come back for the last couple of shows."

******

But you don't make it back. You just get sicker and sicker. Most of the staff is on tour with Elvis or has gone traveling while he's away. You're alone in the big house, trying to get over this flu all by yourself. You want to call your boyfriend and tell him to come home, but you know he's busy. It's 1974 and his tour schedule is full. He's been in high demand since he started doing shows in Vegas and touring again. Instead, you just lay in the bed you normally share and try to will yourself into feeling better.

******

You hear the front door open and there's a ruckus downstairs as everyone comes in after the tour. You should get up to greet them, but you can't. Your head is pounding and it feels like you're running a pretty good fever. Nothing has stayed in your stomach for several days now and you can't stop coughing. Honestly, it's pretty gross, and you were really hoping to feel better before anyone got back.

"Little? Are you here?" You hear Elvis call from downstairs. If you don't answer, he's bound to come looking for you eventually. You try to call out to him, but it just comes out as a whimper. After a few more minutes you hear him come up the stairs. He opens the door of the bedroom excitedly, still buzzing from the energy of touring. When he sees you in the bed, though, his tone completely changes and he walks quickly over to you.

"Honey, you're still sick?" You nod weakly as he puts his hand on your forehead.

"You're burnin' up." He kneels down so that he's eye level with you.

"I'm going to go get rid of those hooligans and then I'll be right back to take care of you." He kisses your forehead softly and curses under his breath for leaving you here alone for so long. You hear him holler downstairs.

"Y'all clear out. Y/n is sick and she doesn't need any of your noise right now. I'll let you know when you can come back." You hear the guys protest and ask if they can help-- you've gotten to be on pretty good terms with most of them and they like you.

"No, I'll take care of her. We'll be alright." After a couple minutes, Elvis shows back up in the room and sits on the bed gently.

"What do you need, Little?" You gesture for him to lay next to you on the bed.

"Right now I just need you to hold me. It's been a long few days. I missed you." He lays next to you and scoops you into his arms, kissing your forehead again. It's sticky with sweat from your fever, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Honey, I'm sorry I left you here by yourself. You should've called me or somethin'. I would've come home to you. To hell with the damn tour." He speaks softly and strokes your hair gently.

"No, I'm okay. I'm just glad you're here now."

"Well, you just let me know what you need and I'll get it for you." You're about to say you don't need anything when something comes to mind.

"I'd really like to take a bath. I feel disgusting."

"Well, I wasn't going to say anything..." he teases for a bit and you laugh weakly. "I'm playin', doll; you're beautiful. One bath, comin' right up." He slides off of the bed and goes in the bathroom for a while. You lay in bed just happy he's there with you. Even though you still feel like garbage, knowing he's close by helps a little.

"Are you ready, honey?" He comes back and helps you into the bathroom. You're so weak that he has to take off your pajamas for you. You sink into the deliciously warm water. He's somehow managed to get it the perfect temperature.

"Can I wash your hair? I've always kinda wanted to wash your hair." You look at him funny.

"Really?" He nods and smiles. You don't protest, though. The thought of doing it yourself is exhausting. You let him get your hair wet and then lather it up. He's very gentle in his motions and you can tell he's enjoying taking care of you. Once your hair is rinsed clean, he moves on to using a soft, fluffy sponge to wash your body.

"If you weren't feelin' so bad, I'd try to get in there with you." He jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You smile up at him as he runs the sponge across your front.

"If I felt any better, I'd let you." After he's finished with your body, he pulls the plug out of the tub and grabs a thick, black bath towel to wrap you in. You notice that the towel has "EP" embroidered on it in gold cursive. Something about him wrapping you in an item that is so clearly his is both comforting and intimate. You are part of him and he's not afraid to let you know it.

He finds you a pair of fresh pajamas and moves you to the couch in the tv room. The maid is back, so he has her change the sheets on the bed for you. Once you're comfortably back in bed in clean sheets, he lays down next to you again. You know he must be tired from the tour, but he refuses to rest until he knows you have everything you need.

"You need to eat somethin' doll."

"No, I haven't kept anything down in days. I don't want to be sick again."

"You'll never get better without energy. I'll have Nancy make you some soup." When he's in this mode, it's no use arguing with him. And he isn't wrong. You need sustenance. Eventually, he comes back in with a tray that has soup and crackers and a ginger ale. He feeds you slowly, giving you small sips of ginger ale, and you let him, despite the fact that you could probably do it yourself. You eat as much as you can before you have to stop and rest. He moves the tray and holds you gently, rocking you and humming. You fall asleep like this, snuggled against his chest and praying that you keep this round of soup down.

When you wake up sick, he follows you to the bathroom. He holds your hair and rubs your back while you lose all the soup you ate earlier. Finally, you finish and lean back against him where he's kneeling behind you. He holds a wet rag to your forehead.

"I'm sorry. That was so gross."

"Honey, don't apologize. You're sick. Are you ready to get back into bed?" You nod weakly and he carries you like a baby back to bed, laying you down gently. Then he crawls in next to you on the other side and wraps his arms around you. He strokes your hair and sings to you quietly. You go back to sleep in this position.

Finally, morning comes and you can tell that your fever broke because you're drenched in sweat. Elvis is wearing his black silk pajamas, sleeping quietly in bed next to you. You feel the slightest bit better, but still not back to normal. He feels you moving and opens his eyes.

"Good morning, Little. What do you need?"

"I think my fever broke. And I'm hungry."

"Well, those are both good things!"

He pulls you into a hug before he stretches and yawns. You look at the clock on the wall. It's 11:37 am, which is still early for him, but he gets up and puts on his robe anyway to go get you some breakfast.

He spends the next two full days nursing you back to health, fetching you food and drinks and medicine. He bathes you again and makes sure you feel as fresh as possible. He reads to you from his favorite books and snuggles you whenever you ask for it. In a way, you're sad when you start to feel better. It's been nice to have his undivided attention for a few days.

You're in bed about to tell him to call the guys to come home when you notice he's looking a bit pale. You put your hand on his forehead and feel his high fever.

"Well, now. Looks like it's my turn to play nurse."

"Will you wear one of those little outfits?"

You laugh. Even sick, he's still Elvis Presley...

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I hope you feel better soon! ❤️

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