#semi nudity cw

[beebundt]

some figtree fashion!! (inspired by some of st marlowe lune's outfits on twit)

[nightshadeowl]

Simple study to get better at muscle, skin tones, and understanding armor.

[ DO NOT REPOST. Reblogs appreciated! ]

[callibee]

women

[unknownlemoneater]

My Integra asexually hc 😼

[welcome-tothe-harehotel]

Warnings: Nudity! Nude body study

Minors/ageless bios dni please!

[an-albino-pinetree]

Warnings: Nudity! Nude body study, The clown

Minors dni please!

[thegreatyin]

hello and welcome to my notes/formal presentation on how angels are actually all just weird autistic birds. any questions.

[krys-does-art-stuff]

Abby and Vincent splash page, featuring Theocona arm wrestling. CW for some semi-nudity

September 2022

[daydreams-after-dark]

Free Use Jail Cell, Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Police Officer Skz ot8 x female reader

Premise: you're arrested and held for 24 hours by 8 police officers at the local police station / reader has her fantasy play out.

Word Count: 3k (part 1)

Chapter Summary: Officer Seo Changbin arrests you and has some one on one time with you before taking you to the station. You meet the other officers. (This chapter is Changbin focused, but a little bit happens at the end with the other officers.)

a/n: This fic will be in multiple parts because I get too impatient not to share what I’ve written so far. There will be two, possibly three installments turns out it will be more like 6 (tag list is open).

I refer to the officers as “Officer Hyunjin”, “Officer Minho” etc just to make it quick to identify the characters. 

The whole premise is planned and explained in the fic. The story is purely fantasy, but please be mindful of content warnings, as it has potentially triggering content. I want you to be safe here on my blog.

CW: planned fantasy role play, police arrest, nudity, unprotected sex in a semi public space, pain kink, roleplay pain, anal play, blow jobs, cum eating, name calling (both praising and degrading), reference to sexual acts, imprisonment, restraints (handcuffing).

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The lights of the police patrol car reflect in your rear view mirror, signaling for you to stop your car.

“Dammit.” You sigh as you pull your car over to the side of the road.

You watch in your side mirror as a police officer emerges from his patrol car, and your heart rate increases when you see the well built figure approach your window. 

“Everything okay, Officer?” You say innocently.

“I’m gonna need you step out of the vehicle, Ma'am.” He says sternly.

“But I wasn’t speeding.” You protest as he opens your car door and pulls you out.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” You writhe against him, but he’s too strong.

“No. But you’ve just resisted arrest, so you’re in big trouble little bunny.” He slams you front first against the side of your car and proceeds to handcuff your hands around your back.

“You’ve got the wrong woman, Dude!” You cry.

“That’s Officer Seo Changbin, to you.” He tears you away from your car abruptly and tugs you towards his police car. “In.” He throws you in the back of the car like a rag doll.

“But my car!” You wail, as he slams the door and hops into the driver’s seat.

“Shh. It’ll be impounded. Now not another word.”

“But you haven’t read me my rights! You can’t do this!”

But Officer SEO Changbin ignores you as he drives away.

After half an hour of you demanding he explain what you’ve actually been arrested for, and half an hour of being met with silence, Officer Changbin pulls off the main road and parks his car in a deserted space under a bridge.

Alarm bells go off in your head as you look around. The area is absolutely deserted. You frantically try to formulate a plan to escape. But even if you did escape, you’re fucking handcuffed.

The Officer opens the back door and slips in beside you, holding a tablet and stylus. “Y/n. Twenty five. Female. Submitted a ‘free use jail fantasy’. That is you, is it not?” He quirks an eyebrow at you. 

You stare at the man, but remain silent. Isn’t that one of your rights?

Changbin sighs. “This is your contract. I need you to understand the terms of our engagement.”

He holds the tablet in front of you so you can read exactly what you signed yourself up for. 

I, y/n, agree to being held prisoner in a police station setting, where eight men have the right to use my body how they see fit. This includes: degradation, humiliation, spanking, oral sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration (includes use of fingers), double penetration, rough sex, use of props and restraints. 

Please read below for further details.

You scroll through the rest of the pages. Details of the acts that may take place, photos of the men and their role, special interests and skills. They are fucking handsome as hell too.

What the fuck have you signed up for? It sounded good in your head. It sounded good when you applied. But now it’s real.. You gulp and look at the Officer. 

“Sign here.” He points to the space at the bottom of page 12.

“Umm…”  you nudge your head towards your restraints.

“Oh yes of course.” Changbin releases your cuffs, opting to secure them in front of you instead. You take the stylus and sign on the dotted line.

You only live once right?

“Great. So as of now you belong to us. Well, for the next 24 hours.” He says matter of fact.

You suck on your lower lip. “So, like right now you could get me to do…things?” You say in a small voice.

“Yes, that’s right. I could instruct you to do things. Or, I could just do things to you. Free use, remember?” He takes the tablet from you and places it next to him in the seat. Your eyes fall on his thick bicep and you feel an ache between your legs. He sits back, slouching against the backseat, and his eyes drop to your bare leg.

A heavy silence fills the car. 

Changbin reaches out to squeeze your thigh, just above your knee and you hold your breath as his hand slowly slides up under your skirt.

“Show me your panties.” He whispers, lifting your skirt up. You open your legs for him. 

His plush, pink lips part slightly.  “Take them off.” He instructs.

You shimmy your panties off and wait for your next instructions. 

“Unbuckle my belt.”

The chain of the handcuffs rattling, and his heavy breaths are the only sounds as you bring your hands to his belt. “Uunzip my pants and take out my cock.”

Your heart begins to race, and your mouth becomes dry, as anticipation and fear bubble in your stomach. Your fingers shake as you unzip his fly and pull his length through the opening of his boxers. Fuck, he is so thick. Your eyes flick up to his.

“Suck it.” He says, staring at you.

You take a deep breath and bring your mouth closer to the fat tip, wondering you you’d even be able to stretch your mouth around it. You kiss the slit. Changbin hisses. “Don’t tease.” He says with a gravely tone. 

You swirl your tongue around the tip, then along the shaft, moistening it up. But Changbin is impatient, and he presses his hand on the back of your head, indicating that he’s had enough of your chaste ministrations.

You stretch your mouth around his girth and sink your head down over him. God, he’s not going to fit. You’re going to choke. 

“C’mon, deeper.” He pushes your head, coaxing you to take more of him. Your eyes immediately water, but you do your very best to suck him enthusiastically.

You feel his hand slide down your back and over your ass. You whimper when he lifts your skirt up and he spanks you on the ass. “Deeper.” He moans. 

You lift off and take a big breath before taking him back in your mouth, forcing yourself to take even more of him. His fingers finds your pussy, sliding them  through your wet folds. He gathers some of your arousal and brings the pad of his finger to your asshole. 

“Hmm… you feel like you’re gonna be so tight. The boys are going to have fun stretching out this little thing. You won’t be able to sit for a week.” He chuckles. 

You moan at the thought, excited to be used.

Changbin’s finger breaches the tight ring of muscle as he presses inside. It’s just to the first knuckle but it’s making you hungry for more.

“That’s enough for now.” He decides, withdrawing his finger and pulling your mouth off his cock. You sit up whining at the loss. “Are we going to go to the police station now?” You inquire.

Changbin scoffs. “Greedy little thing. Can’t wait for what’s in store for you.” He strokes your tear stained cheek. “We’ll go soon. But not until you ride me. Climb on.” He nods towards his cock. “I want first feel of your pussy.”

You straddle Officer Changbin, wrapping your still cuffed hands around his neck, and he holds his cock steady for you as you lower yourself down on him. “Fuck!” You squeak as you feel the tip against your entrance. “You’re so big Officer. I’m not sure I can take you.” 

You swallow, looking into his eyes. There’s lust there. You can see it. He looks like he could hurt you, but there’s a kindness in his expression too, and you wonder if the other men will be like him?

“If you can’t take my cock, how are you gonna take two at once?” He whispers. “Sit on it. I want to feel your walls wrapped around my dick.”

“What if I say no? What happens?” You challenge him.”

“‘No’s not your safe word.” He grips your hips and slowly lowers you down onto his length. “Just keep your eyes on me, sweet thing. Shhh. I know Binnie’s thick.”

You shake your head. “It’s too big.” 

“It’s gonna feel good. I promise. Let me stretch your tight little walls.” He breathes against your cheek.

You feel yourself stretching for him, slowly relaxing to accommodate his size. Inch by inch you feel him fill you. 

“You are tight aren’t you? Fuck, like a vice.” He closes his eyes and tries to steady his breath.

You push yourself down all the way and pause. 

Changbin opens his eyes again and lifts your skirt so he can see where you’re impaled on him.

“See. Look at that.” He says in awe. Your eyes follow his as you lift up slightly and lower yourself again, watching him disappear inside you. 

“Bounce on me. Show me what a good little girl you are, and I’ll put in a good word in my report.”

He digs his hands into your ass cheeks, spreading them and using his grip on them to bounce you.

“I need you to scream for me. No one’s gonna hear you, but I want you to scream your lungs out anyway.”

He grips you tighter, and as though you weigh nothing, he lifts you up and slams you down. You cry out. “Again!” He growls as he slides you up his cock, and drops you back down. “Scream.”

You cry out, screaming loudly.

“Hurts doesn’t it, bunny?” He uses his hips to fuck up into you ferociously.

“N-no…feels goo-”

“Say it hurts. Scream like it hurts.” He growls and throws  you off him and pushes your face into the car seat. He lifts your hips to meet his cock and thrusts into you forcefully. Every thrust is deep and hard. Your pussy feels stretched to its limits. 

He’s relentless, pounding into you harder and harder. The sound of your bodies colliding filling the car. The windows are steamed up, and you're certain the car is rocking wildly.

“Stop… please… too hard…it hurts…” you scream. But you don’t use your safe word. It actually feels incredible.

“Is Binnie too much, hmm? Poor little cunt struggling to fit me?” He mocks you.

You scream louder. He picks up the pace. 

“Fuck…I’m coming!!!” You let out the loudest scream your lungs can muster, as you clench your walls around Changbin’s cock.

“That’s it, so nice and loud for me.”  He helps you ride out your orgasm and then withdraws from your still quivering cunt.

“Good, compliant little bunny. Come, drink up.” He strokes your hair as he helps you turn around so you can wrap your lips around his cock again. He pumps the length a few times until you feel his hot, thick cum coat your tongue. 

“Open. Show me.” The tilts your chin as you present to him your mouth full of semen. “Swallow it up for me.”

You keep your eyes locked on him as you swallow the thick, salty substance, and then open back up to show him.

“Good girl. We need to get you into your cell.” He smirks and gets back into the front of the car.

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It’s almost dark when you get to the police station and you’re feeling incredibly nervous about what lies ahead. 

Changbin helps you get out of the vehicle, leaving your panties on the floor, and escorts you up the front steps of the building. It actually looks like a real police station too, and you wonder how on earth they managed to have access to this place.

The seven other men are waiting for you. They eagerly stand up from their desks as Changbin walks you past until you reach the cell at the far end of the room.

“In.” He grunts, removing your handcuffs and pushing you inside and slamming the door closed behind you. You quickly take in your surroundings. There’s absolutely nothing in your cell except a mattress with two folded blankets on top.

“So this is the sweet thing we have to break?” One of the men jeers. 

“This will be fun.” Another adds.

You turn back towards the men, who are all lined up on the other side of the bars. They watch you. So many eyes. On you. Some look mean. Others look kind. You recognise each of them from the photos, and you know from your research you need to watch out for the ones named Seungmin and Minho. 

“Y/n. Come meet the officers.” The Chef, Chan you believe his name is, says firmly.

You take a step forward.

“No.” He stops you. “First, strip.” 

“Oh!” You squeak. You hesitate. Are you really ready for this? But there’s something thrilling about this situation, and you know, deep down, even though you’re nervous, scared even, you don’t want to stop. Your hands tremble as they grasp the hem of your top and you pull it over your head. Leaving your top half In merely a flimsy sheer bra.

“Fuck. She’s hot.” One of them men whistle under his breath.

“The skirt too..” Chan barks.

“B-but-“ you remember you’re not wearing underwear.

“Skirt. Off. I don’t like repeating myself.” Chan snaps.

You lower your eyes as you peel your skirt down and let drop it to the floor.

“No panties. What a slut.” Minho smirks.

You can feel all eyes on your bare pussy. 

“Look at the officers before you y/n.”

You lift your head and look at the men.  

“For the next twenty four hours these men own your body. They want your cunt? You let them have it. They want to fuck your ass? It’s theirs. They want to take you two at a time? Tie you up, use restraints? You do not resist. They feel they need to punish you? You take it willingly. They want to degrade you, humiliate you?” 

Seungmin laughs at that.

“They can. If they want to treat you nice, be sweet, they’re allowed to do that too. But you don’t come without permission. They control your orgasms.”

Chan basically recites  your submission request back to you.

“Alright. Come forward to meet the officers who will be taking good care of you over the next twenty four hours.” 

You take a step forward. “On your knees.” Chan corrects you.

You drop to your knees, the floor is cold and hard, and you crawl over to where the men wait.

The one named Minho comes forward and presents his erect cock to you, sliding it through the bars. “Come say hello, kitten.” He says coldly.

You look up at him as you wrap your mouth around him, and he immediately takes hold of the back of your head to keep it still while he fucks your mouth. You hear several belts being unbuckled around you.

So this is the introductions then?

“Changbin and I will leave you to it.” Chan informs the group and he and Changbin leave you with the remaining six officers.

From what you can tell from the way Minho holds your head and watches you with intense eyes, is that the man can read your limits. He pushes in just enough to make you gag, but not quite making you choke. His rhythm is smooth and consistent, and when he cums you know he’s holding back a pretty moan. He’s definitely a dom, but one that really understands a sub.

Felix, the pretty and gentle blond, is careful with your face, he doesn’t push too far, and he lets you use your hand on him. But there’s a glimmer in his eye that tells you he doesn’t mind the kinkier side of things, or that he might like seeing you in pain.

Hyunjin. He doesn’t even have to speak and he’s got you blushing. Just the way he’s looking at you, his tongue licking his pretty lips, has you dripping down your legs. The man is beautiful, sensual, and  the way he’s working with you as you work his cock, moving with your mouth and hand, makes you believe he finds sex to be about connection. You’re not entirely sure how that will play out.

Jeongin. Seems sweet and innocent, but his entire expression changes to demonic once his tip hits your throat. You’re not sure what he has in store for you, but you know it’s not going to sweet, and you find yourself imagining all sorts of scenarios with him.

Jisung is next. Confident, demanding with his cock. Mumbles “slut” a few times, and thrusts his hips erratically. He’s unpredictable, and you splutter when he pushes far too deep for you. A flicker of fear and concern crosses his features, and you get the urge to help him stay in the character he’s trying to portray. You moan enthusiastically, and he quickly recovers, fucking you without restraint.

Seungmin is last. He’s cruel with his words, and careless with his thrusts. He’s energy is cold, and you know that if you need to be punished, he’s the guy to give it to you. That is until he comes back with an oversized shirt and a tray of food, and asks you if you have any questions about the agreement.

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You sit alone in your cell and eat your dinner, wondering what the night will hold. You don’t have to wait long though, because Chan is walking towards your cell. 

“Y/n. It’s time for your interrogation with Detective Minho and Officer Seungmin.”

Fuck.

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[qin-qin16]

Bittersweet

During a cuddle session, the liquid that flows from Killer’s eye sockets ends up staining Color’s bones, and, like any mentally stable person, he wonders: what would his tears taste like? cw: Suggestive, they match each other's freaks, semi nudity in some sense (they are all bones), kisses with blood, this one oneshot can be uncomfortable for some people…  note: The idea for this started here!

They had always been intrigued by each other, whether it was Color feeling both intimidated and curious about Killer's black tears, or Killer being captivated by Color's various flames— he didn't even attempt to mask his favoritism, enjoying it when their emotions caused the flames to spiral out of control.

Of the two, Killer had always been the most committed to experiments (or, as Color would describe it, morally inclined towards controversial experiments). However, in their recent encounters, Color couldn't shake a recurring thought: perhaps he was as fascinated by Killer's tears of determination as Killer was by his flames. What would they taste like? Would they be similar to blood? With a harsh, bitter flavor… Or would they be bittersweet, like the words of their owner? Sweet, yet with a dry, bitter aftertaste.

Gosh, I’m such a freak, he thinks; but wouldn’t Killer be just as, if not more, weird than him? After all, both had experienced rather… questionable situations. A memory flashes briefly before his eyes: one of the many kisses they had shared, but this time with each other’s blood on their teeth, spreading more and more red across their faces.

Without even realizing it, Color runs his tongue over his teeth, as if trying to taste Killer's bitter blood again. The flames emerging from the wound on his skull dance with even greater fervor, slipping slightly out of control with such not-so-normal thoughts — but since when has their relationship been anything but weird?

“Hello? Earth to Color!” The flames then settle back to their normal state, swaying freely within his skull. “I know you think about me all the time, but how about paying attention to me now that I’m here?”

A hand moves up and down his sternum; Color can feel Killer’s fingers lightly scratching the bone, leaving fleeting marks near his ribs.

They were lying on an old bed, their bodies pressed close together, with Killer draped slightly over Color — one leg pinning him against the mattress while his hand distracted him with gentle caresses.

While Killer was still fully dressed except for his coat, Color had removed everything except for his black shorts with a white stripe on each side.

“Sorry, I was just… you know what? Forget it, it’s weird.” He runs a hand over his face, letting it rest over his one functional eye.

The other arm pulls Killer closer (is that even possible?), gently tugging him by the shoulders.

“Keeping little secrets now?” Killer purrs, “And let’s be honest, there’s nothing weirder than me in this relationship.”

Color doesn’t even attempt to respond in the same playful tone; no, he’s too preoccupied with the sensation of the black liquid trickling from Killer’s empty eye sockets, flowing down the pillow and onto his ribs.

He had never paid such close attention to this detail before, but now it was the only thing on his mind. Color knew that the texture was like touching wet paint: sticky, uncomfortable, and certainly unpleasant once dried. And the smell. He had grown used to it, but at such close proximity, he could detect a faint odor of decay; subtle, yet still nasty.

But what about the taste? The hand that had been resting on his eye falls away; the small light within his eye socket shifts to focus on Killer, or rather, on the trails of liquid running down his bony cheeks. It would undoubtedly taste awful, just like the texture and the smell.

“Color? Are you okay? You’re oddly quiet…” The playful tone had vanished, leaving only concern in Killer’s voice — a tone not very familiar to Color.

Receiving no response, not even a grunt, Killer gets up from the bed, supporting himself on his forearms on the mattress, his face not so far from Color’s.

“Is it because of Chantilly? I know I promised not to bring any more cats here, but if you had seen his little face when I first saw him,” The liquid continued to drip, trailing down his chin until it finally fell onto Color, “and he doesn’t make that much of a mess — okay, he scratched the curtain one time, but he’s still scared and—”

Fuck it.

With a slight thrust from his spine, their faces collided, a gentle bump against each other. Before Killer could grasp what was happening — or think it might be the beginning of a kiss — Color opens his mouth, revealing a tongue the same color as his flames, and in a swift motion, licks Killer’s face.

The tongue moves from the tip of Killer’s chin to the edge of one of his eye sockets, cleaning the entire area in a single lick. The first thing he feels is a certain numbness, followed by a bad taste — bitter as he had imagined; perhaps it mixed with Killer’s tears as well, which would explain the salty taste that came afterward.

Still mulling this over, Color lays his head back down on the bed, not even noticing the state he has left the other skeleton in. Killer remains still, his mouth slightly open in surprise at Color’s unusual action. Now, his face was not only smeared with the remnants of his determined tears but also had a trail of saliva across it.

However, he doesn’t stay in that state for long.

“Was that the weird thing you were thinking about, hmm?” His soul vibrates between them as Killer finally settles all his weight onto Color’s lap, straddling him. “You really are a freak…”

Before Color could defend himself, Killer had already brought their faces close again, returning the lick Color had given him — but this one was very different from the previous one. It was slow, seeming to savor Color’s face with a certain tenderness, following the same path as Color’s tongue, from the tip of his chin to the end of his eye socket.

“Lucky for you, I can match our freaks, right?”

@toffeebrew @howlsofbloodhounds

[esttillie]

My design for Dewdrop!

Cw: Semi-nudity, scars

Artist's note:

My Ghost drawings and headcanons refer only to the characters played by the performers and have no connection to or are made to represent the actual members of the band. Their appearances may be inspired by characteristics present in musicians, but are in no way a direct reference to any real person and should not be used to interact with musicians. I do not condone the sexualization or shipping of real people and I repudiate those who do. Thank you for your attention.

I'm working on a lineup for all my ghoul designs and decided to post one at a time as I finish them. The next one will probably be Mountain or Aether, since I already have a somewhat clear idea of them in mind :)

Look below the cut to see the cropped versions and click on the images for better quality

[vintagetvstars]

Scott Thompson Vs. Craig Charles

Propaganda

Scott Thompson - (The Kids in the Hall) - Not only is he hot, he's also a queer icon! He's been openly gay since at least the 1980s and his gayness was not only openly acknowledged but actively highlighted in various Kids in the Hall Sketches - on a show that ran in the late 80s and early 90s! Especially notable was his (and one of the show as a whole's) most famous recurring character, Buddy Cole, who was based on an ex of his and was portrayed as feminine and very openly gay and also as incredibly confident, charismatic, and fun - this being a sketch comedy show, the character was a comedic figure, but at the same time he wasn't the butt of the joke, but rather someone who was in control of his scenes (almost always solo monologues) who was the one telling the jokes and getting us to laugh with him and not at him. His work means a lot to me and I hope if nothing else more people will know who he is through this!

Craig Charles - (Red Dwarf (Seasons 1-8), The Governor, Doctors) - Multi-talented Craig is also a DJ, performance poet and presenter, but I'm nominating him primarily for his long-running acting role as protagonist Dave Lister in sci-fi sitcom "Red Dwarf". He's played the role of this cheerful but tough, self-described space bum since 1988 and emotionally anchors the show as he and his small ragtag crew of accidental space adventurers wander deep space three million years into the future and attempt to find Earth. He may be the last human alive but he won't let that get him down. He can and will befriend any sentient life-form, plus his semi-canon homoerotic relationship with his neurotic hologrammatic bunkmate Rimmer adds slashy vibes. Last but not least, they're hilarious.

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Scott Thompson:

hot bitch award. used to introduce himself with "im the fag" and created a character with so much personality and presence that he's possibly done as many appearances AS that character as he has just himself - there's too many skits to list and most are too long to attach as propaganda but buddy cole of kith fame you will live forever.

CW: nudity (fully nude, but the important bits are obscured from the camera)

Craig Charles:

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cw // semi nudity!

hopped on the trend drew draco inspired by that one GQ photoshoot

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WEEK THREE MASTERLIST

FICS

The scariest thing on the other side of Hawkins by @dame-zoom-a-lot | Rated E | no cw | tags: Talon Kink, Human/Monster Romance, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, Monster Eddie Munson, Lingerie, Rough Sex, Insecure Eddie Munson, The Upside Down, Under-negotiated Kink

Copy that by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | no cw | tags: Office AU; Janitor Eddie; Junior Boss Steve; Secret Relationship; Semi-public sex; Steve in lingerie; Groping; Manhandling; Dirty talk; Dry humping; Inappropriate treatment of office equipment

Beautiful Boy by @runninriot | Rated E | no cw | tags: shy eddie munson, lovingly mean steve harrington, dom/sub undertones, sexual content, self confidence issues, body worship

Southern Hospitality by @scoops-aboy86 | Rated M | cw: weight gain, belly kink, stuffing kink, belly play | tags: chubby steve harrington, fat steve harrington, feeder eddie munson, alcohol, referenced spanking, masturbation, food as a love language, hedonism, steve harrington has bad parents, brief nancy being tactless

Lovers Forever, Face to Face by @adverbally | Rated E | no cw | tags: Eddie in lingerie, body insecurity, mirror sex, body worship, dirty talk, buttplug, anal sex

midnight sun by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated E | no cw | tags: mutual pining, fwb to lovers, rockstar Eddie, escort Steve, mean dom Eddie, soft dom Eddie, brat Steve, Steve in lingerie, Steve wears makeup, feminization, stockings, high heels, butt plugs, rough sex, painal, body worship, rimming, spanking, hair pulling, praise kink, pain kink, a bit of foot fetish, anal gaping

Patterns in the Ivy by @griefabyss69 | Rated E | cw: Public sex, implied/referenced drug usage (weed), Eddie is a drug dealer, mentions of Steve's parents being terrible | tags: college au, getting together, masturbation, oral sex, kissing, anal sex, light bondage, outdoor sex, anal plug

Face to Face in Secret Places by @adverbally | Rated E | no cw | tags: set pre-S3, established relationship, in public (school library), fear of getting caught, exhibitionism (but no voyeurism), making out, dry humping, oral sex

Put On Something Sexy by @v3llichor | Rated E | no cw | tags: Panty Kink, Lingerie, Strip Tease, Anal Sex, references to past offscreen partners and stancy

Slutty Little Mouse by @fkinkindagauche | Rated E | no cw | tags: blow jobs, gags

Therapy by @tinytalkingtina | Rated E | no cw | tags: Dom Eddie/Sub Steve, disabled Eddie, sexual roleplay, established relationship, rope bondage, forced nudity/stripping, interrogation/intentional callbacks to S3 Russian torture, cock & ball torture, cock rings, painplay, pwp, aftercare

In Our Defense, There Was Nothing Else to Do by @intermittentmania | Rated E | cw: graphic depictions of violence | tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Eddie Munson as Deadpool, Steve Harrington as Wolverine, Switching, Blood and Violence, Knifeplay, Cutting, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

So Jealous by @fkinkindagauche | Rated E | cw: BDSM (heavy-ish), jealousy play, third party doesn’t realize jealousy play is happening but they are in it for a very short amount of time and nothing actually happens with them aside from some dancing, consensual slut shaming | tags: deep throating, anal sex, rough sex, BDSM, sub Steve Harrington, mean Dom Eddie Munson, aftercare, coming untouched, come marking, subspace, slapping, hair pulling, jealousy kink, spitting, established relationship

standin' at that alter, or we will run away by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated E | no cw | tags: exes to lovers, bathroom sex, daddy kink, barebacking, creampie, top Eddie, possessive Eddie, bottom Steve, babygirl Steve, steddie in love

Put to use by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | no cw | tags: Roleplay; Consensual non-con; Mean dom!Steve; Sub!Eddie; Face fucking; Hair pulling; Slapping; Degradation; Humiliation; Coming in pants; Aftercare

No Loose Ends by @thisapplepielife | Rated E | cw: Post S4, Sexual Content, Underage Recreational Alcohol and Weed Use | tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Florida!!!, Hiding Out, Healing, Steve & The Boys of Corroded Coffin Taking Care of Eddie, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson

The String to Strike Within Me by @adverbally | Rated E | no cw | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female steve harrington, female eddie munson, bdsm, dom steve, sub eddie, rough sex, strap-on, vaginal sex, light degradation, begging, subspace, praise kink

hidden lace by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | no cw | tags: established relationship, secret relationship, semi-public sex, car sex, anal fingering, anal sex, anal plug, fluff, unprotected sex

Stiff by Day, Stiffer at Night by @oralmisery | Rated E | no cw | tags: Smut, Humor, Lingerie, Blow jobs, Hand jobs, Brat Steve Harrington, Bathing/Washing, Light Dom/Sub undertones

our bodies are oh so close and tight by @miss-bushido | Rated E | no cw

Only Me by @runninriot | Rated E | no cw | tags: sub Eddie Munson, mean dom Steve Harrington, restraints, nipple clamps, impact play, mild degradation kink, established relationship

Expectations by @steddie-island | Rated E | no cw | tags: Dom Eddie Munson, sub Steve Harrington, rough sex

ART

Rough and Lingerie by @saku-rhyth | Rated M | explicit version on twitter

Lingerie by @alicetallulaafterdark | Rated M | other links available

Lingerie by @arelliann | Rated M

[cholecalcferol]

Happy Easter! 🐇🪽

I wanted to draw gabriel for easter (and easter is hilariously the day before april fools), so have a semi-art dump!

cw: nudity under the cut lmfaooo

[pricegouge]

uhhhh Gaz brings you to the gym with him one night and you end up tied to a bench with a vibe stuffed inside you while he’s doing his circuit :/

-👅

cw: semi public nudity, improvised restraints/gag, under (non) negotiated scene, one tiny little line that hints at potential for free use/non-con (not from kyle), slight scent kink, edging. fem reader.

a cheesy joke, a bet at the rowing machine, and a sore loser's attitude is all it takes. kyle tells you to keep it up if you want him to collect his winnings here and now and you say you'd like to see him try.

"now stay there," kyle grunts and you shriek as he turns away from you, pulling at the resistance bands that dig into your bare skin, binding you to the bench.

"kyle," you hiss, and he just holds a finger up in front of his lips as if to shush you.

"careful, babe. don't want anyone to come poking around, do you?"

you gape after him as he ducks out the door toward the locker room, face hot with anger and embarrassment. the base is quiet, the gym on site even more so. kyle's been nice enough to leave you in relative safety, but if anyone were to walk in right now it would all be pretty well shot.

if someone were to walk in right now they could carry on where kyle left off.

the thought makes you squirm, thighs bunching as you bounce your legs as much as you can for some form of nervous relief. kyle makes you sweat it out a bit longer before returning, an embarrassing amount of gym towels in hand. He tells you to thrust your hips up and you scowl at him, which only earns a tut before he's manhandling you up, laying a pair of cloths underneath you.

"can't have you making a mess," he comments and there's no helping your sneer, cocky despite your position.

"you've yet to earn a mess."

"patience."

there's no preparing for the speed at which he stuffs your mouth full, the terrycloth drying your teeth out until they squeak when you bite. It's nothing against the noise that eeks from you, thin and reedy.

"can't lie to me, luv." his fingers trace your hole, come away sticky. He licks it off his finger with a satisfied grin while digging in his pocket with the other. he fishes your bullet vibe out, dangling it from his finger by the short attached leash threateningly.

right. edging. in all the excitement you'd nearly forgotten what the bet even was.

you want to ask why he even had that ready to go, but mostly you don't care.

"that was three reps, right? so three ruined orgasms?" he waits for you to nod at him, stiff and measured. you won't be able to get off on just a vibe so you could be in for a long night, though you can't exactly warn him as much at the moment.

"don't give me that look. you did this to yourself."

he slips the toy in with little affair, keeps it wedged deep with his long fingers while you adjust to it. you hum appreciatively when he rocks it there minutely but he doesn't heed it, removing his fingers and playing with the leash a little, draping it across the seam of your ass just so. he takes a moment to look you over, emitting a small hum of his own when his eyes meet yours. he bends to kiss your forehead, a brief moment of genuine affection and tenderness that makes you melt against the bench underneath you. he ruins it by tweaking a nipple and laughing when you pout.

"told you, don't wanna hear it. now i'm gonna keep on with my circuit." he pauses, thumbs at his phone, the vibe within you buzzing to life immediately. "you just be good and quiet, yeah?"

hard promise to keep, even with your gag. the vibe's not enough to get you off, but kyle's good with it, knows exactly when to jack up the tempo, or lay off a bit to keep you on edge. he's even better about putting on a show, keeping your desire peaked by shedding his shirt as he works up a sweat, grunting with exaggerated effort every time he wraps up a work out. you're sweating with him by the time he finishes his circuit, drool saturating the towel in your mouth. you've been good about keeping quiet, mostly, but when he comes close enough for you to smell there's no helping your low whimper.

kyle's grin is infectious as always. even in your hazy state your face tilts with his, eager please - to be let in on whatever joke has him chuckling down at you.

"hardly a good workout, luv. barely broke a sweat."

you nod stupidly in agreement, foolishly believing he'd take pity and wring you out like another soaked towel. instead he turns the vibe up nearly to its max setting and rubs at your clit with his fingers until your arching your back, muffled cries drowning out the filthy encouragement he rumbles in your ear. you're close, so close your legs are shaking against their binds -

and then kyle's gone, vibe fallen dead silent as keen high and long, thrashing in frustration as much as you're able.

"one down, babe," kyle calls from the other side of the gym. he's setting his phone up on a treadmill so he can start his wind down, the app that synchs it to your toy still open on screen. "just two more to go."