#voyeur.

[tawneybel]

Imagine being an actual groupie and asking Beth to listen to your demo. She says she likes it. A lot. Enough to add it to her jilling off playlist.

Enough to invite you to watch her if you want more inspiration.

Note: Pretend she looks happier lol.

[bunnibombz]

The thought I was having...

"She can take it, don't let her whining fool you Ghost" John said, taking a drag off his freshly lit cigar as he sits back in his chair.

"Can't be runnin' away from me now," Simon gruffed, gripping your hips to hold you in place as he sank in deeper.

What had started out as a little joke between you and John after a drunken comment you made one night about wanting Simon to "stretch you out" had quickly evolved into John bringing his soldier into your bedroom on one condition. He got to watch.

Your fingers pulled at the sheets as Simon bottomed out, a rough groan dragged from his chest as you squeezed around him.

Fucking his thick, throbbing cock into your tight pussy had been no easy task despite how wet you were, and now that you were pulsing all snug around him and crying his name as you clawed the bed he didn't think he could ever pull out.

"That's it lovie, take a deep breath" He praised, pressing a warm hand against your spine to sink your chest lower to the bed as you moaned at the absolutely sinful angle he had you held in, "such a pretty bird Price, wanna keep her for myself".

"No can do Ghost," John replied with a chuckle as he adjusted himself through his pants. The sounds of your pleasure bringing a hot flush to his face, "she's got a ring on her finger for a reason".

[duskier]

cw dubcon / noncon voyeurism

Ghost keeps fucking you in the safe houses at night. He swears none of the other men can hear you guys despite all uncomfortably packed into one small room, they all sleep like the dead. Just let him fuck you a little, he swears he can't sleep without it. Peeling your sleep pants off to pull you onto his lap, making you ride him reverse cowgirl.

Spearing you on his cock and you're clapping a hand over your mouth from how full you feel in this position, hips jerking when you feel Ghost grab your ass in the dark. He's thrusting his hips up and into you, all you can do is lean back against him and take it. Trying to keep your mouth quiet but you can't control the lewd schlicking noise that accompanies every thrust.

You're getting fucked too good, too deep to notice Gaz stroking his cock slow and thorough under his blanket, to see Soap’s eyes glinting in the moonlight staring you down as he ruts into his makeshift bed, to catch Price as he's cupping his balls and rolling his hips to thrust into his other hand.

[hanasnx]

PANTY-STEALING, PART ONE — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: part two. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ what it says on the tin, panty stealing ノ voyeurism ノ inappropriate thoughts about reader ノ sexual content.

When you start staying with CLARK KENT, he offers up his bedroom so you have a comfortable place to sleep and some privacy. He doesn’t mind taking the couch, but you insist there’s no need. Sleeping arrangements have yet to be confirmed, so he still treats his bedroom as his own. Heavy boots creak the stairs as he climbs up until another sound drifts into his ears: the faucet of the shower, the water hitting tile, and lofty singing. Clark swallows. He enters his bedroom, intent to gather his essentials so you can be left undisturbed in his bathroom. He didn’t anticipate that the door would be ajar, your song grown in volume as light from that room spills into his. Respectfully, he averts his eyes in case he sees something he shouldn’t. The shower curtain is too sheer, and the last thing he needs is the outline of your figure burned into his retinas.

A warmth blooms in his chest, and his heart rate picks up at the sudden realization how untidy his bedroom is. You’d invited yourself in here without notice—you’d insisted everything was fine and didn’t give him time to clean. Hastily, he snatches up old clothes from around. Some that hang over his bed frame and piles on the floor, and he glances at the open slit of the bathroom to check you’re still occupied. Hopefully you can’t hear him rifling around while you’re… naked. That warmth cooks into a heat, and he breaks out in a sweat. The laundry in his arms need to go somewhere, so he brings them to his hamper, but he stops in his tracks.

A glimpse of pink flushes his cheeks a similar shade. His arms drop, clothes falling to the floor at his feet as his eyes glue to the garment in his laundry basket. Cautiously, he stoops, and a single finger slots in a fabric leg-hole, lifting it from its crumpled place like it’s radioactive. A perfect pair of lacy panties hangs pitifully from his long index. It’s something out of a movie. He clenches his jaw, blinking hard at it as if it can’t be real, furrowing his brows at the sight like it’ll disappear in thin air at any moment. Not only are they a pair of ladies underwear, but they’re used, sitting innocently atop his laundry in the hamper freshly worn. Hesitantly, he curls his finger, rounding the garment until the inner crotch shows. It glistens. A mark of unmistakable sparkle splotching and darkening the fabric where it soaked in.

Eyes widen while his breath picks up, oxygen feeling scarce as his begins to register what exactly he’s doing. A girl’s dirty panties are in his room and he’s touching them. Scolds of perversion and deviation fill his mind as he screams at his body to move—to do something.

The faucet squeaks, and the water turns off. It’s quieter, and Clark panics. It shows in his gestures, ducking his head and looking around for answers. Your singing doesn’t stop, and it masks his escape, darting swiftly out of the room using an ounce of super-speed.

You come downstairs to a fresh pot of coffee Clark put on, unbeknownst to you that he’s subconsciously apologizing. “Hi, Clark.” you beam, and only then does he notice how short your robe is. Again, he averts his eyes, only after he accidentally snuck a glance at your ass. You toe out onto the cold hardwood floor, rubbing your own upper arms to generate heat. “Woo,” You shiver, your wet hair making matters worse as your nipples pebble through the thin silk material. He bites hard into his lower lip, and then conceals it with his hand clapping over his mouth. “It’s chilly, huh?” you ask as you enter the kitchen. Clark nods vaguely, and when you pass him he’s quick to flinch back, suspending his arms as if afraid to accidentally violate you. You don’t seem to notice his adverse and intense reaction occur just outside your peripheral.

“There’s, uh, some fresh coffee.” he offers, scratching the back of his head as he wills himself to relax otherwise you’ll get wise. He retreats from the kitchen just as soon as he sees you open the cupboard, raising yourself to the tips of your toes to reach. He gulps as his eyes move before he can escape—spanning your bare legs and the glimpse of the underside of your ass. Once again he curses himself.

You retrieve a mug, and glance at him from over your shoulder with a knee-weakening smile. “Thank you,”

His lips press together, and nods again—anything to avoid saying something and making a fool of himself. Awkwardly he shoves his hands in his pockets, and visibly tenses at the familiar sensation of those panties he’d had no time to stash anywhere else other than his jeans. The pad of his thumb sticks in the tepid slick, and he can’t do anything while under your watch. It remains there, intimately feeling your discharge like some sort of creep while you rummage around in his kitchen.

It’s quiet in his head for a second. The tip of his index finger traces the little bow at the front of your panties in his pocket, and his thumb circles in your dew. Experimentally, he tests the sensations, fidgeting with the material between his fingers while he gets lost in thought.

“Cream?” you question.

Clark’s eyes nearly bug out of his head, “Hm?” he asks in disbelief—until he realizes you merely wanted to know the location of a dairy product. “Oh! Oh, um, the fridge. Top shelf.”

[monstermommie]

awww, puppy you know I can’t keep my hands off you in the club. you look so good and no one’s paying us any attention. such a tempting little outfit, your hips are practically begging to be grabbed. brushing my hand against the small of your back just to see you twitch from the slight contact. bet you’d let me touch you right here in this club. fuck, you look so needy, the alcohol blurring your gaze. awww, you like this song? hm? cmere, dance on me. arch your back and grind against my lap. that’s it, you’re doing so well for me. what’s that in my dress? oh sweetheart, don’t worry about it. just keep bouncing that pretty ass right up on me. here, get nice and close and stay real still for me, I’ve got a surprise for you...

[webbluvrsugar]

i can only imagine how disgusting JJ Maybank is when you go to the beach…

cw: public fingering, nasty JJ, groping, soft voyeurism/exhibitionism, no use of y/n.

I can imagine him ‘volunteering’ to apply sunscreen on you, you guys aren’t dating, but you kinda are, you’ve been fooling around with him in secret because you’re a kook, he’s a pogue, your parents hate him, but you love him, you love the thrill, you love the way your heart beats when he walks in your room by your window, you love the way he gropes you in front of Rafe even when you tell him to not make it clear that you’re fooling around, but everyone knows.

You’re laying on your stomach at first, he squeezes the sunscreen right where he’s focusing — your ass, his hands go down to your flesh and spread the product on your cheeks, innocently at first, going down your legs with care rubbing and massaging it in, then back up your ass and that’s when he starts squeezing, he ignores your complaints and brushes it off as “‘M just making sure it’s well spread.” and you roll your eyes, tell him to move onto your back, he does, reluctantly.

“Turn around.” He says, velvet voice making you do anything for him, nibbling on his lip when he sees your breasts in that tiny triangle bikini, after a moment, he reminds himself of the task ahead.

He squeezes more sunscreen on your stomach, rubs it on, then upwards, his fingertips brushing underneath the fabric and touching the underside of your boob.

“Jayj! Stop that, everyone’s watching!”

You whine and he rolls his eyes.

“Just making it so your skin is well protected, no-one’s even watching anyway, I could make it real quick, just pull those panties down and—“

“JJ!” You interrupt, slapping his hands away. “Just finish what you’re doing.”

He murmurs a bummed little “fiiiiiine.” before going back to what his doing, this time spreading onto the upper part of your chest, his hands slipping again to the inside of your bikinis, rubbing a thumb against your nipple and grabbing it on his hand, you whimper out a moan, cheeks flushing before you push him away.

“I’ll finish the rest.” You snatch the sunscreen away, he gives you a little pout, but lets it be.

By the end of the day, you’re laying against each other on the towel, your chest over his, his hand on your lower back, most people already left, only a few kissing couples remain on the beach, JJ sees that as an opportunity.

He drives his hand down, one finger slipping past your soaked swimwear, you whine as he fiddles with your clit, a nasty smirk on his face.

“Jay..”

You warn but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Shhh, I’m being discreet.”

Discreet. You could almost laugh.

“What the hell is discreet about fingering me on the—“

Your words are interrupted by a strained moan as he pushes a finger inside you, another one joining the first quickly as you grow quiet, your face nuzzling into his chest.

He curls his fingers and slowly thrusts them in and out, his other hand pushing your underwear over his fingers as if it would cover the lewd act, you’re reduced to a pity of quiet moans, and when he hits that spot you like, you can only let out muted ones, he sees that, scoffs and says:

“Finally got you to shut up.”

[soapcloth]

CW: 18+ MDNI, voyeurism, noncon elements - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

You’ve just moved in and have only recently booked with the curtain installation company. Neighbour!soap would see you through your window and start spinning it into something it’s not.

No matter what, he’s gonna think it’s fate letting him peer into your little life like this. Something grander that brought both of you to this exact point on earth.

He might even be able to let himself instinctively spiral into the thought that you want him to look; big, rugged dreamboat like himself? What’s not to love, you’re just playing a game of mental chess to get him to notice you— he’s always preferred the direct approach when afforded the chance, but he’s happy to play with you if that’s what you want.

So he grunts and sweats away outdoors, finally paying some much-needed attention to the yard with the hopes that you’ll peer out and see how big and strong he is. He realizes he may have been a bit over the top only when you nonchalantly walk by the open window and pull the glass pane down. At least his yard is looking better than it ever has since his medical discharge?

He still remembers the taste of your baking in the little basket you had made for the neighbours on your first weekend in, hunts you down at the neighbourhood bake-off you had been urged to join in order to get some more— maybe finally inch towards closing that gap between you, had to happen at some point after all.

He’s worked his way into becoming a well-liked community pillar with his large personality and even bigger heart, so when he makes it clear that he had a favourite entry, others readily agree. Wants to run over there and cheer you up when he catches you telling one of the other entrants that you hardly feel like the win was earned.

He can hear you nervously asking about him— shy thing, you could have just asked him yourself. Keeps his distance, straining his ears to listen in on the glowing review over the low-ringing tinnitus— he’s a vet, he’s reliable, fun, handy— on top of his looks? he can’t possibly fathom why you seem on edge.

Surely nothing to do with the fact that you’ve caught him more than once with that thousand-yard stare peeping on you in your bathroom from his back porch, stocky hand palming his trousers.

The curtain installation guys couldn’t get here soon enough.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ mine | tommy hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning

♡ characters; thomas hewitt

♡ reader; AFAB body description, second person POV

♡ cw; graphic sexual content, implied voyeurism, breeding kink, light daddy kink (just calling him daddy? wasn’t sure what to tag that )

♡notes; i feel the need to apologize for this one lmao. i didn’t intend for this to see the light of day but i felt we needed more smut around here and this was already sittin in my personal folder

i don’t know that I’ve ever posted detailed smut anywhere before? so lmk how i did, i still haven’t even asked to get my friend to beta read so I’m sure There’s Issues.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

“Oh fuck, baby,” You sighed softly, letting your head roll to the side as you ground on Thomas’ thigh - the mountain of a man pushing his leg up with a huff. Luda-Mae, Monty, and Hoyt had taken a rare trip to their cousins’ place upstate, and left Thomas and yourself in a…sticky situation.

It had already become a war of attrition with you living there, each of you testing the other’s boundaries as you tried desperately not to cross the line. Thomas was allegedly a good, Bible-following boy- and you a shy little virgin . But god, something about Thomas just made you crazy. You needed him- and you’d gotten so shameless that you’d let him do just about anything to you.

That’s what landed you there, trying to entice Thomas and only ending up a squeaky mess as you rode his thigh. He was steadfast for a man years pent up- seeming to find great pleasure in making you unravel without cracking himself. Of course, you had no idea of the hours he spent fucking into his own hand as he imagined you around him, stealing your panties from the laundry bin and palming himself to the sight of you splayed out sunbathing in the yard. Even now you seemed too hazy to notice his cock straining against his trousers, or his fingers dug into the couch to prevent himself from touching your body. The way he trembled as he felt you making a mess on him, the only thing between your slick cunt and his leg your already soaked lacy panties…

His laser focus was broken by something entirely unexpected. You whimpered and hid your face against his chest, mumbling “Daddy- please—“

He wasn’t sure if it was the phrase,the tone, or both that finally broke his resolve- but either way he pinned you against the floral sofa forcefully, snarling like an animal.

“T-tommy- what- I’m sorry—?” You squeaked, seeming utterly confused. Did you even know what you’d said to him?

He growled and quickly signed ‘Again’. You blinked, perplexed look quickly replaced with embarrassment. You whined and tried to hide your face but he snarled again and made you look at him. ‘Again. Now.’

“…daddy. Please. Please I need you. Please—“ You begged, panting weakly as you writhed uncomfortably and unsated.

He rutted against you quickly, moving and kissing your neck sloppily. “Mine,” He rasped quietly, a rare sound even for his partner “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Oh my god Tommy- please- I need you to give it to me- I wanna feel you inside-“

He made quick work of his belt, pushing your dress up carelessly and making just as quick a job out of ripping your undies clean apart.

You yelped but replaced the complaint with a blissed out, shuddering whine as he finally rubbed against your bare pussy. “Oh fuck…please- put it in-“

He grunted and pushed your legs back, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as you felt his weight pressed against you. Even in this moment, he tried his damndest to be gentle, looking your face over for the slightest bit of fear or apprehension. “Tommy, please. Fuck me.” You whimpered out softly.

He pushed in carefully , having to stop only halfway in as you squeezed around him. He was huge, long and girthy and a painful stretch even with you relaxed. He gave a grunt and nuzzled you, hips twitching as he reached between you. Clumsily, roughly, he found your clit and slowly rubbed, purring in approval as you mewled out his name.

He was able to jerk his hips and finally bottomed out with a low groan, face buried in your neck. He held still, taking a ragged breath to try to regain control- but you didn’t want control. You needed him to lose it completely.

“Daddy, please. I want you to fuck a baby into me,” You murmured, letting a desperate whine leak into your voice. It was a bit of a long shot- but he was so possessive. Why wouldn’t he want to breed you?

Thomas’ eyes darkened at the thought and he gave a low noise you could barely classify as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace.

“Oh god-“ You yelped, bracing yourself on his huge arms as he pounded into you, the entire couch creaking and slamming into the wall at the force. You lost any coherence you had as he again teased your clit, mind blank. You got exactly what you wanted, and it was too much in the best way possible.

You came first- you didn’t know if it was because of his stamina or because even in a frenzy he still needed you to feel just as good. You were almost crying as he continued, overwhelmed and overstimulated - and wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t stop for a moment. “Baby please- inside- I want you to finish inside-“ You mewled out in your haze- but damn if you didn’t mean it.

That was all it took, unsurprisingly, for him to thrust one last time and fill you with a snarl. He peppered your face in soft kisses, giving a heaving sigh as he relaxed. You tried to move but he growled, keeping himself firmly inside of you. You blushed a bit as you saw his intense expression “You ah…you really liked when I asked you to knock me up, huh?”

He nodded, huffing at you.

“…you know we have all night to try again, yeah?”

He grunted and finally relented, pulling out and smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs.

“Tommy baby? I love you.” You sighed sleepily

He looked up quickly and seemed shocked. Man of few words that he ways- and never having dreamed he’d need to learn the sign, he took your hand and pressed it against his chest. Right above the heart. In your mind, there was no better way he could have said it; he loved you too.

[tawneybel]

Note: Decided to repost this here, after posting my Vecna story on AO3. It’s from 2018 and my writing style’s changed a bit since then lol. Contains noncon, mind control, voyeurism, and oral.

Imagine Steve finding out Jonathan's a Peeping Tom and doing something about it. In front of you.

“So, why are we waiting by Jonathan Byers’s car again?”

Nicole shot you another sympathetic look. She’d been doing that since Steve came to escort you to the parking lot. At first you assumed he was going to be a nice guy and invite the missing kid’s brother to hang out. But the inclusion of the other three felt off. You knew for a fact Carol and Tommy thought Byers was a total dweeb. And you weren’t well-acquainted with Nicole but you got the impression that she never really liked Will’s older sibling, either.

The two lovebirds were engrossed in each other. Steve was resting his butt mock-casually on the hood of the Ford Galaxie 500. You tried not to look too confused as Nicole kept glancing at you like she expected you to start crying. Before anyone could answer your question the Ford’s owner appeared. 

“Hey, man,” your boyfriend greeted as he hopped to his feet.

“What’s going on?”

“That’s what I want to know,” you replied, hoping Jonathan found your tone jovial. “Nicole here was, uh, telling us about your work,” continued Steve. “We’ve heard great things,” Carol trilled and her boyfriend mockingly added, “Yeah, sounds cool.” 

“And we’d just love to take a look, you know-” Steve took a second to breathe out and give you a glance. “-as connoisseurs of art.” 

The hard look on his face as he finished speaking made your heartbeat faster. The other boy had fucked up somehow. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He tried to hurry to his car but Tommy snatched his backpack. Jonathan, you thought, what did youdraw?

You weren’t sure you wanted that question answered so you tried to ignore the conversation going on around you. If the others weren’t there you would’ve asked Steve if you could leave. 

“Oh, man.”

“Let me see.” Tommy was eager to find out what juiciness lay in the bag. “Dude.”

Oh, right, Nicole’s a photographer. Again you tried to tune out. You failed when you heard Steve say, “This is called stalking.” 

“Who was he stalking?” 

“You’re the starring lady.” Once those words left Tommy’s smiling lips your heart dropped. His girlfriend explained, “This creep was spying on us last night. Probably going to save this one for later.” Carol handed a photo to Nicole to pass to you.

Now the throbbing in your chest was almost painful as you realized you were holding a candid of the moment you lost your virginity. Your naked back was visible through the window as, off-camera, Steve ate you out. But there was no way anyone else here could know that, right? You just looked like you were undressing. 

“How? How could you…?” you demanded of Jonathan. Both of your hands were gripping the photograph and you were so tempted to rip it up. But you thought of how much more satisfying it would be to report him. Nicole wordlessly retrieved the picture and you subconsciously wiped your hands on the sleeves of your shirt, like that would clean your hands of the sleaziness. 

“See,” explained your boyfriend, “you can tell he knows it was wrong but that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hardwired into ‘em. You know, they just can’t help themselves.” You heard him angrily exhale again. “So at first I was thinking we just have to take away his toy.” 

“No, please-”

“But looking at ______, I think you really need it hammered in how much your sleazy shutterbugging hurt her.” 

That made you look up. It was kind of a strange thing for Steve to say. Sure, your moister-than-usual eyes made it clear you felt more victimized than the others. But again something about the situation felt odd. You expected Steve to start ripping up the photos but instead he let them fall to the ground. The other girls did likewise. 

“I think you need to know what it’s like to have your privacy violated,” your boyfriend decided as he reached forward to grab a handful of Jonathan’s crotch. 

“Steve.” 

Your gasp seemed to go unnoticed as the older Byers’s eyes bulged out. You looked over to Tommy, expecting him to ask what the hell was wrong with your man but he just chuckled. Carol’s mouth formed an O before morphing into a half-smile. The other half of those assembled were too shocked to wonder aloud what was wrong with the other three. It was starting to feel like one of your fantasies. The kind you were too ashamed of to write in a diary. Your beloved Steve Harrington had absolutely just groped a boy. In front of you. Foryou. 

Tommy made no effort to hide how much he was relishing this. “You can’t report that to anyone.”

As Steve’s hands shot out you thought for a split second that Jonathan was going to get felt up again. Instead, they took hold of the pitiable stalker’s head. You wondered if your honor’s defender was going to forcibly makeout with him but what happened next was much worse. Steve looked down at him with an uncharacteristically cruel smile before pushing Jonathan’s head down. If your hand hadn’t clamped itself over your mouth you would have gasped again. 

Jonathan was no longer too shocked to move as the stronger male attempted to force him to his knees. Just as the photographer started to shake himself out of your angry boyfriend’s grasp, Tommy strode forward and placed a sneaker-clad foot on the back of the eldest Byers’s head. He grimaced as his face was pressed against the bulge in Steve’s jeans. 

At that point you expected your boyfriend to let go. For Tommy to remove his foot and say, “Did you actually think you were going to have to suck his dick?” Even joking about whether or not Jon was hard was almost cruelty-free compared to a forced blowjob in front of four of your rapist’s friends. From where you were standing you couldn’t guess his state of arousal. You licked your lips. 

“You know, in that picture of ______ you took I’m giving her head.” There was no verbal response, only confused dread on the Byers boy’s face as he looked up at Steve. ���Not sure if you realized what we were doing or not but I’m sure if I’d had her pressed naked against a glass door you would have gotten a snapshot of that.” 

“Steve.” The realization that the six of you were standing (or, in Jonathan’s case, kneeling) in a high school parking lot made your heart sink even lower. “The game’s about to start.”

“Who cares?” countered Tommy. “If I don’t get to see you get your pussy eaten by either of them, at least I get to see cocksucking involving Steve.” 

Why the hell would Tommy say that in front of the girl who had been his sweetheart since seventh grade? You looked over at her. Carol didn’t seem to mind. She looked like she was about to burst out laughing. You also found the situation absurd. Just not in a way that was remotely mirthful. 

Tommy: “Come on, ______, don’t you want to see this weirdo get his?”

You did a quick scan of the visible school property and were dismayed to see that no one else was taking notice of Jonathan Byers’s degradation. In fact, almost everyone else had cleared out. 

“Yes, but shouldn’t we tell a teache-?”

“Come on, ______,” Steve assured you. There was no malicious grin. He looked benevolent and sounded almost reasonable. Or at least he would have looked benevolent if his hand wasn’t already wrapped around his free erection. “He’s a pervert. He already knows what he did was wrong, now we just got to give him incentive not to do it again.” 

“He’s a pervert.” (“We.”)

What does that make you?

And, with your silence, Steve pushed his throbbing member into the candid photographer’s mouth. Tommy had since put his foot back on the asphalt. If someone had told you last night that Jonathan Byers would get the opportunity to blow Steve Harrington before you did…

Nicole turned to you, mouth hanging open, looking as uncomfortable as you felt. She was about to speak up but then looked down and stayed quiet. You were crossing and uncrossing your legs and rubbing your thighs together. Your eyes briefly skimmed across the debauchery in front of you. Jonathan didn’t seem to know how to orally pleasure anyone but that didn’t deter Steve, who was doing most of the work. Your boyfriend’s fingers were digging into the other boy’s scalp as he forced his thick appendage in as far as he could. Jonathan’s eyes looked blank as his aching jaw was thrust into. 

Would the owner of the gray Ford Galaxie 500 please be allowed to stop getting to third base against his will?

When you looked up you saw Tommy smiling at you. He chuckled at your awkwardly quirked lips. You wanted so badly for this just to be a wet dream. Later, you would think back to how you could have easily stopped this. Drawn attention to the fact you, Tommy, Carol, and maybe even Nicole were having a mental circlejerk in public. But at that moment you just continued pressing your thighs against each other. One hand wiped itself on the sleeve that covered your tattoo. 

“...that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hardwired into ‘em. You know, they just can’t help themselves.”

Your face felt like steam should be issuing from it. Despite that, it was a bit too cool out to be getting sweaty. Tommy went back to enjoying the sight of his friend violating a disliked classmate. As more of your cum dripped into your panties, your nose discharged blood. 

No one is ever going to bring up Jonathan Byers sucking Steve Harrington’s dick, you thought as the spunk of the latter dribbled down the former’s chin. 

Later, after you noticed that the wind hadn’t moved a single photograph off the ground, after you carefully slid the raciest shot back inside Jonathan’s bag, after you threw a handful of tissues at the poor bastard’s face before catching up with Steve (who helped clean up your face), after the stupid basketball game... 

You invited Steve to your place that night. For your second time, Steve managed to give you two orgasms while he was inside you and a third one with his fingers. Afterwards, as you lay in his arms, you wondered what Jonathan was doing.

[superbatsbison]

Having unhinged thoughts about a foursome between Bruce, male Reader, and the older version of themselves. Dilf Bruce fucking younger (current) Reader while current Bruce fucks the older version.

Older Bruce is hopelessly endeared to see you this way again. He looks at you and sees the face he fell in love with in the first place. You're so soft and wide-eyed. He takes delight in putting you through the mattress and making you shake. He's had twenty-something years to learn your body after all. He's just giving you a taste of what's to come. Meanwhile you're trying not to cum just from the sight of Bruce with salt and pepper hair and a full beard. His muscles are now covered in a slight layer of pudge that just makes him larger and more imposing. You really think he could break you in half if he wanted.

Pan to current Bruce being ridden into the mattress by your future self. Normally, Bruce is in control (as we can see with the other two). But seeing him in his twenties again just makes you go feral. Over the years, Bruce has matured so much. He's become a father, a founder and leader of the JL, and still handles business as the ceo of Wayne Enterprises. Not to mention his regular batman responsibilities on top of it all. All of this has culminated into a protective and grizzled man. Seeing him so young and energetic and unaware of what the future holds makes you want to coo and take care of him. Him losing the ability to speak while you slam down on him is also a plus.

[hanasnx]

PANTY-STEALING, PART TWO — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: part one. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ what it says on the tin, panty stealing ノ voyeurism ノ inappropriate thoughts about reader ノ sexual content.

It’s been several days since CLARK KENT’s stunt in his bedroom, narrowly escaping your discovery of him finding and pocketing your used panties. He’s been beating himself up over it ever since, his guilt distracting him from devising a sound plan to replace them naturally. You’d already asked if he’d seen any of your “missing clothes” avoiding mentioning your undergarments directly, but he could tell what you were hinting at. Coolly he had shrugged knowing your dirty panties sat in the top drawer of the nightstand in the loft of his barn.

He nearly punched a hole through his forehead with the impact his fist when he realized he should’ve just washed it with the rest of his laundry, playing it off like he simply didn’t know it was in his hamper. It’s past the point of no return, if he did it now after you questioning him it would look suspicious! His thoughts run away with him.

Lying awake for yet another night about it, he swallows hard staring up at the ceiling. Cramped on this little couch, he’d taken it as a courtesy and you’ve been sleeping in his room. You’ve been sleeping in his… bed. Memories of that little silk robe you wore invade his otherwise purer mind: the glimpse of your ass under the impossibly short hem, how perky your tits were cold and fresh from the shower, how you must’ve been wearing nothing under it—

Clark digs the heels of his hand into his eyes to symbolically avert them, growling softly in frustration. The crest of his watch digs into the tendon on the top of his hand, and he throws his arms down at his sides, a little squished because of his width compared to the sofa.

He wonders if you’re wearing anything in his bed. You’re a type hard to pin down, somewhat unpredictable in what you say versus what you do. If you’re in his bed, you might say you’re in pajamas, but you’re hiding the fact you’re naked in a guy’s bed you aren’t dating. He’s seen the room since you’ve taken it over—you didn’t even change the sheets. It smells like him, he’s sure, and he hopes it’s a good thing. His fingers twiddle with the stringy crochet of the blanket over his stomach at the thought that you might like the way he smells. You might’ve kept the bedding because you think he smells nice. You might rub your nose into his pillow and take a deep breath while your bare body shimmies against his sheets. That perfect silhouette imprinting into his mattress is enough to twitch his dick. It’s the kind filling out like it’s looking for something: standing in the direction of the nearest hole.

His palms fly to cup it comfortingly, trying his best to sooth its ache while he squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to ponder anything else—anything that’s not completely objectifying to a house guest. The confines of his grip only anger it, spiting him by pridefully hardening to a painful degree that makes him grit his teeth. The kind of feeling that drives him to trudge out to his barn in the dead of night and open that nightstand drawer just for a peek—just for a touch—just for a—

The next day he avoids you like the plague. If you loftily call his name, “Cla-a-r-rk!” singing it like a song, he has to ignore the melody to make himself scarce. The last thing he needs is to be caught in a close space with you and give himself away. As soon as he even hears you come around, his entire body erupts into some kind of bizarre full-figure blush, heart leaping out of his chest to spring into action.

He can’t look you in the eyes when the night before his cum joined yours, staining the delicate part of your panties—since dried. Having wrapped his big hand around it, and jacked off until his balls didn’t hurt anymore, he couldn’t even look himself in the eye. There’s no way he can return them to you, but he can’t seem to get rid of them either. The fragile fabric crumpled up and back in that drawer.

[monstermommie]

you want more, puppy? such a desperate pet, begging me to talk to you. don’t even need my touch to get off, hm? fucking pathetic, it’s adorable. who’s my desperate puppy? awwh, that’s right, it’s you, my love. keep going, don’t you dare stop touching yourself to my voice. god, you look so pretty like that. presenting so well for me with that sweet ass in the air. just like a real mutt, hm? my pretty little dog, you love showing off for me don’t you. such a attention whore, I should show all my friends how cute you look right now. you like it when I show you off like a real pretty puppy? awwh, you’re so cute struggling to speak for me. real dogs don’t talk, darling. bark for me, mommy knows what you mean. good toy, thats it. keep barking while you rub yourself dumb for me.

[prettybabybaby]

sirius raping you in the quidditch locker rooms after your team wins against gryffindor…

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, voyuerism

you can still feel the metal of the locker handle pressing against your throbbing head long after sirius had relented from his brutal assault on your face. the way his cock slammed your head back at a ruthless pace, your skull colliding with the handle with every thrust leaving a permanent memory of pain.

though, you aren’t sure what would be worse to fixate on. the continued throbbing against the back of your head, or the splitting of your hole between your legs as sirius ruts in and out.

sirius’ teeth gnaw at your throat, sliding his teeth against the sensitive skin, pulling on it like trying to bite meat off a bone. your mouth is clamped shut by his sweaty palm, the salty taste on your tongue as you try to make any sort of discernible cry for help to no avail. though, you doubt it’s because of the lack of noise and rather because of james potter’s habit of of watching things he isn’t supposed to. you wouldn’t be surprise if he lingered just out of sight, mesmerized by your bouncing tits and split thighs slick with juices, an occasional sticky sting trickling onto the ground.

“I told you,” sirius snarled against your ear. “I told you you’d pay if you caught that snitch.” he bites harshly on your throat, “stupid girl.”

[konigsblog]

nerd!könig watching bimbo!reader have sex. 💄👛

; könig can't help but stalk you, jerking off to the sight of you having sex with your popular boyfriend.

tw/cw; non-con voyeurism, depravity, perv!könig. minors will be blocked.

photo credit: x_bruisedpeach_x on x/twitter.

könig had his eye on you for a while. he's a pervert, it's known by most that he's disgusting and depraved, pushy and desperate to lose his virginity. he's in his early twenties, attending college, with his perverted gaze landing on the dumb, little bimbo in the corner. könig finds your stupidity almost laughable, desperate to be put in a group with you for teamwork just so he can mock and taunt you.

although he wasn't aware of one thing—you have a boyfriend. he's distraught at the news. könig jerks off every night fantasising about you, daydreaming about you and your future together, and to hear this devastating news? he's fucking pissed. könig will constantly try to manipulate you into believing that your boyfriend isn't good for you, lying about him cheating on you, with the hopes that you'll break up.

könig was supposed to come over to your dorm to study together. he'd noticed how you'd been falling behind and struggling, offering to come over and help you. one thing he wasn't expecting was to finally meet your boyfriend, cracking the door open enough to peek through, watching you get fucked aggressively.

god, his cock strained and throbbed inside of his boxers. his breathing quickened and all the blood rushed to his cock suddenly. könig's dick ached, pulsing inside of the tight confines of his underwear, unfastening his belt quickly to jerk himself off. he sucked in a sharp, deep breath as he began stroking himself, listening to the sounds of your moaning and whining.

könig was envious. he should've been the one fucking your brains out, fucking you stupid. he threw his head back and grunted quietly, his girthy cock aching at his firm, tight grasp. each drag and stroke drove könig closer to his release, with pearly and milky drops of his release drooling from the head of his veiny shaft. the veins on könig's dick were prominent, his fingernails brushing over them slightly leaving könig a mess, jerking himself off sloppily, wishing to be in your boyfriend's place.

he was ridiculously jealous of your boyfriend, extremely possessive over you despite not being in a relationship, barely even in a friendship. he couldn't bear to watch any longer, closing his eyes as he finally came, shooting white strings of his release all over himself, staining the jeans he wore.

he'd be humiliated if he was ever caught, deciding to message you that he wasn't feeling great as an excuse, his cock achingly hard all night at the image of you getting fucked engraved into his mind.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, The Boy, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content

♡notes; pretty much just kink lists babey

oh boy i hope this doesn’t reveal anything about me

also happy easter lol

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Micheal Myers

> Knifeplay and breathplay are a given with this one

> He likes to be in complete control

> And a hand around the throat or a blade ghosting the skin definitely help him achieve that

> He also loves both tying you up and being tied up, surprisingly

> Letting you ride him while he’s tied to the bed is just about the only way you’ll get the man to relinquish any of that control

> And even then he makes sure you know he’s still the boss- if you’re too much of a brat he’s slipping the restraints and fucking you so hard you walk funny after

> He loves marking you up, mostly through biting

> And he likes to keep the mask on- even if he’s at a point where he rarely wears it around you

> He’ll quietly degrade you if you’re into that- you have to earn praise though

> But if you praise him you may actually be able to fluster him for once

Thomas Hewitt

> Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink you can’t convince me otherwise

> He loves pinning you down into a mating press and watching your face as he fills you

> He’s so rough and overwhelming

> He likes to lick away your tears when it’s just too much

>And sometimes he’ll keep you pinned there well after, keeping himself inside.

> He’d let you call him daddy- and god does he get into it, but he’d be too shy to suggest anything like that himself

> He loves praise and he loves letting you know how good you feel

> Not usually verbally, but he’ll growl and moan and purr shamelessly

> He’s the king of oral, he’s like a man starved and you’ll end up overstimulated 9 out of 10 times

> And he loves when you reciprocate, especially if you don’t mind him fucking your mouth

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s a bit vanilla, not having much experience or knowledge beyond sex for procreation.

> Insert Drayton’s “sex or the saw” quote here lol

> But he’ll try anything for you at least once, he’s so eager to please.

> Most notably he makes a wonderful little submissive

> Whether you want him to bottom or just power bottom yourself, he loves being used to make you feel good

> He enjoys any and all praise

> He’s rather insecure, so he loves compliments on his appearance especially

> If you call him a pretty boy he melts

> 100 percent would love if you called yourself mommy/daddy/any other dom titles

> He loves when you sit on his face more than anything else

Vincent Sinclair

> The softest dom. He wants to take care of you around the clock, but especially in bed

> He’s a service top- it’s all for you. So much more concerned with you getting off than even being touched.

> He’s into wax play (Because it’s funny but also bc it’s underrated)

> And he likes to restrain you so he can worship you completely uninterrupted

> He’s not afraid of using toys, especially when you’re all tied up and at his mercy

> He loves taking pictures of you as well

> At first he claims it’s for reference but you know better, baby has a documentation kink

> He loves just watching too

> Trying to keep control while you touch yourself and moan his name is his favorite pastime

Brahms Heelshire

> Huge brat in need of taming

> Only a switch in the technical sense- he’ll top if you beg/bribe/pester him enough. He’s just lazy tbh

> Love love loves being both degraded and praised

> “filthy little boy” “pretty little slut” etc

> Prefers calling you mommy/daddy but can work with master

> And he’ll be your puppy if you want him to be

> He wears a cute collar and leash and lets you yank on it while you make him fuck you

> He loves when you edge him too

> Until he’s nearly in tears and whining and begging you to let him cum

> If you have boobs he’s obsessed with them

> And even if you don’t he’ll give the area lots of attention

[jesuistrestriste]

I’m actually a freak imagine obsessed reader w art smh like I feel like his ass would get scared bcs it’s creepy af but maybe he’s a super freak and likes it like being a voyeur to him jerking the chicken while he has no idea 😭😭 or smelling his musk on his clothes or bed like omfg I NEED HIM.

yea i actually need to take him and put him in my pocket :/

imagine him lending you his jacket one day and then going back to his room later to jerk off to the thought of you *maybe* touching yourself to the smell of him on it.

like, yea, he thinks it’s kinda creepy that you’re obviously super obsessed with him, but he also finds it really arousing?

and he ruminates on those thoughts and feelings until he eventually can’t come without imagining that you’re watching him through the crack in his bedroom room. like he’ll look at the darkness spilling into his room and picture you peeking through from the other side, a hand down your bottoms and a pair of his stolen boxers held up to your nose..

he’ll talk to this ‘imaginary you’ when he gets close to finishing— whimpering n bucking into his tight fist, his cheeks flushed pink with shame and his golden curls sticking to his forehead.

“… i love it when you watch me like this… do i look good? am i getting you off?”

“aah, you’re such a creep, but god- tell me i can come, and i’ll come for you, i swear i will—“

“oh please, yeah, i’m close— i want you to come with me, please please please tell me i can let it all out-!”