#kinky stuff

[eddywoww]

I’m such a sucker for ill timed kink discovery

I’m talking about Steve Has A Hair Pulling kink but doesn’t really know it. He’s always really liked when people play with his hair but

He gets close to Eddie. Because Eddie gets close to Robin and they have a bond that doesn’t make sense to Steve and he’s a little jealous over it but whatever, fine. It takes a few months for Steve to really warm up to Eddie.

And then it’s over.

They start cuddling. Only, it’s not cuddling? It isn’t. Steve just gets high with Robin and Nancy and Jonathan and Eddie and everyone is so nice and so chill and things aren’t weird like they used to be. So Steve relaxes, splays his feet out in Robin’s lap as he lays his head in Eddie’s lap. It’s a first and Eddie definitely freezes for a good few seconds when Steve does it but he lets it happen

He doesn’t touch Steve the first time.

He touches him the second time. When they’re all hanging out and the lights are low and Steve does it again and Robin only halfway gives him a weird look. It doesn’t stop Steve form blinking tired eyes up at Eddie, watching the way he gulps and hovers a hand over Steve’s face.

“I like when people pet my hair,” He says unhelpfully, so high he can barely concentrate. Eddie makes a soft noise and blinks down at him. “You should- you should do that.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate for long, his fingers carding through. Touching the scalp, nails catching.

It’s the first time Steve has ever broken out into goosebumps over something so simple.

And then it becomes a habit. Steve falls asleep in Eddie’s lap and it becomes a habit because Eddie can’t seem to stop and Steve can’t seem to stop him. So he sits in front of Eddie whenever he can. Lays all over him, high or not.

One day, it all goes to shit. He’s high again, head placed in Eddie’s lap. Ignoring whatever movie they’re watching in the dark. Eyes closed and mind drifting as Eddie pets him. Steve isn’t sure how his hands never get tired but he isn’t complaining.

Robin screams at an ill timed jump scare and of course, of course. The universe loves to mock Steve. Eddie’s hand clenched reflexively and he pulls, PULLS at Steve’s hair. Sudden and hard. Just yanks from the root and-

Steve feels it like a shock collar. Like a bolt of lightning. Right into his scalp, a shiver that works its way down his body. He’s half hard before he can really do anything about it. And of course he had to panic. What else can he do but bolt upright and off the couch? Stumbling toward the nearest bathroom before anyone can think much of it? Mumbles off an excuse about being dizzy.

Eddie is at the door once Steve gets out. Once he splashes his face with cold water and tries to wills away his sudden boner and WHY the FUCK he would get one in the first place. Past the whole “maybe I like guys” thing that he’s been ruminating on since freshmen year.

Eddie is so sweet to him, worried that Steve really got too high. He’s even ready with a bottle of water. It’s painful and it makes Steve feel even worse.

It isn’t supposed to happen again but it does. Yes, it does. The next time Steve gets high, he tries not to sit next to Eddie. They’re at the trailer this time. But Steve is Steve and high Steve loves attention. So he ends up laying all over Eddie again, eyes drifting shut.

It’s Eddie’s fault this time.

His fingers drift far into chestnut locks. Sinking deep, deeper than usual. Just to clench up and pull. It’s light, almost unnoticeable. But it’s enough for Steve’s eyes to pop open again. To look up at Eddie in wonder, mouth open on a silent noise. And Eddie is looking back, watching Steve with a deer in headlights expression. He goes “Huh.” Like he just figured something out, like he just solved a problem.

Steve should have seen it as a warning.

He also should have stopped using Eddie as a jungle gym.

The third time is even worse. Because they both know now, don’t they? But neither of them will talk about it. No, that would be too much.

Eddie pats his lap like an invitation and no one even thinks it’s weird. Steve doesn’t care if they do. He looks forward to these weekly movie nights more than ever now.

Robin isn’t on their couch tonight. She hasn’t given any inkling that she knows what’s going on but she probably suspects Steve has a crush. She won’t mention it, not yet. He loves that about her.

And Eddie. Eddie doesn’t even watch the movie, he watches Steve. As he plays with his hair, lips quirking when he finally wraps a strand around one finger and tugs at it and Steve’s back arches the tiniest bit and his blood drains south and he’s got his nails in the soft fabric of Jonathan’s couch.

“There you go,” Eddie whispers, just the tail end of some sort of praise and- and Steve can’t really take that, can he? He bites his bottom lip to try and hide the whine that wants to escape. Rubs his face against Eddie’s thigh. Feels the hard outline of his cock, so close to Steve’s face. Fuck. “I knew it.”

He knew it, he knew it. Fuck.

Nothing happens. Steve goes home with wide eyes and flushed cheeks and a stupid amount of horniness. Eddie smiles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

The final time is the straw that breaks the camels back.

Steve sits at Eddie’s feet on the floor of his trailer. The rest of them are smoking but Steve isn’t this time. Doesn’t want to, doesn’t need it. Not when Eddie already has a hand in his hair and Steve feels boneless and wow, this is just normal now, isn’t it?

There’s little to no pretense once the lights go down. And the night is terrible and great in equal measure. Steve is so hard it hurts, head leaned back and eyes closed. Waiting for Eddie to give in and pull his hair again. He won’t do it. He won’t just-

Not until everyone leaves. Not until Robin rolls her eyes and huffs something like ‘finally’ on her way out.

Eddie pulls Steve into his lap and their lips meet and- and he grabs two fistfuls of hair and pulls hard. Hard enough for Steve to let out a groan that is embarrassingly loud. Loud enough that he hopes everyone is really gone.

Steve discovers a stupid little kink and Eddie gets a preppy little boyfriend.

#blurbs #kinky stuff #my fic

[polteergeistt]

so. sugar. yes. what if III gave Vessel a massive boner. what if Vessel wants to make him pay. what if he chokes him. what then.

nsfw, choking, degradation kink, ves being pissed and sadistic below the cut

Oh fuck.

Vessel almost jumped off III. The bassist's sly hands slithered where they shouldn't have been, and he knew it. He was proud of himself. So so proud to have made the singer's pants feeling too tight. Vessel tried to hide it as much as he could without seeming suspicious. He placed himself where the spotlight wouldn't shine on that area of his body, he made his cloak swing around a bit more, but he could see in the expression of the people on the front row that he wasn't fooling anyone. He looked at III, and he almost lost it. The sheer glee in his stupidly amused eyes made him burn with rage, and at the same time worsened the situation. It took him an impressive amount of self control to not jump at III's throat and make him cum his pants on stage. He calmed himself down, glad that the bassist was wise enough not to be close to him. The shudder that escaped his lips and that the mic picked up probably set his mind.

"Just you wait." Vessel thought to himself. "I'll get that fucking smirk off your fucking face."

And he did.

As soon as the show was over and the members of the band were off the stage, Vessel grabbed III by the collar and trapped him in his changing room with himself. He pushed him against the wall and snarled :

"I bet you were giggling your ass off, you bastard."

III didn't even try to deny it. He cackled and nodded.

"Yeah, I w-"

Vessel's hand cut him off, gripping on his throat. He pushed him into the wall as III reached for his forearm.

"You're gonna regret this."

"Yeah sure I will."

This was too much. III was known for being a complete brat, but he was pushing Vessel too far. He pulled his collar down and dug his fingernails in the soft unpainted flesh of his throat. III hissed in pain. The pride in his eyes left, and a smile bloomed on Vessel's lips. III squirmed in his grasp. Unholy noises of helplessness barely broke the barrier of his lips, and the rest was just vibrations going through Vessel's arm. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but it somehow felt satisfying to have the taller man panting. Vessel was about to release him, thinking that he had gotten enough, but something against his thigh distracted him.

"My, my..."

III was rock hard in his pants. Vessel squeezed a little harder, earning a strangled moan, and a spot appeared on the tent of his pants. Vessel chuckled, his mind going at a thousand miles per hour, debating on the following course of action. Among all the scenarios he had imagined, the choice was easy to make.

"How the tables have turned." Vessel whispered to III's ear in a sugary tone. "You're a mess, so desperate. Tell me what you are desperate for."

With Vessel's hot breath on his ear, his tight grip around his throat, the look in his eyes and his request, no, order, III felt like he could melt right there. His eyes rolled in the back of his skull. His hips bucked into nothing. A weak moan left his lips. Vessel was right, he was desperate. And now he had to tell him what he wanted.

"Your... On my... In..."

"You're gonna have to speak more clearly, darling, I don't quite understand you."

The fucker. III gulped loudly, trying to find his words.

"Anything, just please, touch me." He panted. "Make me cum, please."

Vessel tilted his head, acting like he was really thinking hard about it, but it was all mockery. He placed his face right next to III's ear, in such manner that he couldn't see him and had to look over his shoulder. The pression on his throat was impossibly more arousing. III could feel himself twitch in his pants, needy for friction.

"You think I'll just give you something nice ? You think I'll treat how you want after how dirty you did me back there ? I'm gonna take you to the hotel and fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week. You will scream so loud all the neighbours will know my name."

This was too much for the poor man. He couldn't take it anymore. He came with a pathetic cry. Vessel finally let him go and he fell to his knees, coughing his lungs out. The singer simply stood upon him and watched as he tried to steady his messed up breathing. When he looked up, he was slowly shaking his head. III was a wreck with his red eyes and jizzed pants. Simply pathetic.

"Come on, we gotta go." Vessel sighed.

III thought that he would just walk away for a second, but he offered his hand. III accepted it and Vessel helped him get up. He didn't let go during the ride to the hotel. He knew that, as soon as the door of the hotel room closed behing the both of them, that it would be a long night.

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[321stagvixen]

#sexy content #kinky stuff #hotwives #hotwif #hotwiv

[alittebitweird]

I love the taste of blood 😻

#kinky stuff #knifelover #knife kink #knifepics #soft egirl #pink aesthetic #pastel pink #emo aesthetic #alt aesthetic #aestethic #so cute #sanrio #makeup inspo #makeup #rawr xd

[hekateinhell]

I see y'all voting for lactation on the kink meme poll lmao tell me your thoughts if you want I'm nosey 👀

#also bless u who voted for oviposition i almost threw it into my mermaid fic but i didn't want to overwhelm y'all one step at a time 🤧 #hekate.txt #kinky stuff

[shimaira]

✨ COVER REVEAL ✨

Release date: 17 May 2023

Website: mylord.shimaira.com

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Cover art by Holly Bunn

#booklr #queer books #gothic horror #dark romance #indie books #cover reveal #steamy books #kinky stuff #gothic fiction #lgbtq books #dracula #vampire books #not vampires #actually transcended #writeblr

[321stagvixen]

I love story time...

#sexy content #kinky stuff #hotwives #hotwif #hotwiv

[evaswq]

jst a whole essay(I think) abt me!

BRUHHH I’m deadass fucking wildddd…like I’m danm delusional. My name is Eva I’m 18 and I like cats! I love listening to music!! My favorite artist consist of, Lana del Rey, the weeknd, Taylor swift, incubus, and some others. I’m a big foodie!! My fave food is spaghetti and my fave snack is chips.

I’ve always loved dressing up, and what I mean is fashion. I’ve always been into fashion, how I look is very important to me. Even if I don’t have any money bc I’m broke asf- I still have clothing that fits my personal style. fun fact: I play the cello! I’ve only been playing for few months so I’m not that great but I think I’m doing good for a beginner.

I always wanted to be runway model like there so pretty, BUT GUEES FUCKING WHAT. I A M F U C K I N G S H O R T. It’s not even funny like wtf, I’m 4’11. I CANT BE A RUNWAY MODEL. which reall sucked when I found out that runway models have to be 5’9 feet or more for female models.

K this is where the kinky shit comes out so minors DNIIIIIIIIIIII pls.

kinks: Ddlg, bdsm, r@pe kink, daddy kink, kidnapping, stalker, breeding kink, praise, degradation, age play, older men, pet names (kitten, bunny, etc), spanking, mask play

ask me anything honestly horny or not I’ll answer honestly

#abt me <3 #bd/sm kink #kinky stuff