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HighSchool!Cartman x Reader Smut

Basically I have a high school au where Cartman goes to fucking therapy and becomes a slightly better person

He doesn’t support hitler anymore and isn’t racist/homophobic, just a general bitter asshole now. He joins the high school’s boxing team and earns the nickname “The Bull” because of how strong and big he is, and he gets one of those funky nose rings and a tongue piercing (which will come into play later 😳👉👈). He’s still friends with the others but trying to focus a little more on his academics as well so he’s not seen as some kinda dumb jock.

Reader is afab with gender neutral pronouns because I’m kinda half writing this for myself but I want all y’all to read this too 💀

Some ideas of what they look like ^^

OK ON TO THE FIC

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You stepped out of the car and onto the icy ground, shutting the door behind you. You waved your mom goodbye and turned to look at the entrance of the school. South Park high, one of the shittiest schools in the country.

Walking up the steps, following the stream of people, you heard a familiar voice calling your name. You were about to turn and look before a gloved hand clapped you harshly on your back and slid down to your waist, hooking you tightly to the side of the person grabbing you. You immediately knew who it was.

“Kenny! Off, off you perv!” You shoved the taller guy off of you, his muffled laughs getting louder as he took his hood off.

“Sorry babes, I just can’t help myself with that pretty little waist of yours.” He purred, looking you in your eyes with those piercing blue points. You scoffed, not fazed one bit.

You had moved here in your freshman year, two years ago, and quickly became acquainted with Kenny and his group of friends, eventually joining them on their outlandish adventures. You were used to Kenny and his perverted nature, although he had become more persistent towards you this year. You supposed you had hit some sort of growth spurt over the summer, but you were all together during the break so you couldn’t understand how he would be able to tell a difference.

The others caught up to you and Kenny, panting and almost slipping on the ice. Stan smacks Kenny on the head.

“Stop creeping on y/n, Kenny.” He scolds him.

Cartman chimes in. “It’s not his fault they got so fucking hot over the summer.” You blush and look up at him, he’s staring directly at you. He has an almost hungry look in his eyes. You turn away.

“Don’t talk about them like that!” Kyle spouts, towering over Cartman.

Kenny laughs, “Kyle, you’re just saying that because you want a turn with their gorilla grip pu-“

“Can we please change the subject?” You interrupt him. They all look at you sheepishly, except for Cartman. He’s still eyeing you hungrily.

“Right. Sorry y/n. We’ve uh, reached class anyway.” Stan apologized for his friends.

You all sat in your respective seats and listened as Mr. Garrison (who according to the group really shouldn’t be teaching anymore) drawled on about nonsense in his personal life.

You caught Cartman staring at you a few times, to which he would resort to playing with his nose ring and looking at the back of Bebe’s head.

He had always been a bit interested in you, but recently you kept catching him looking at you all the time. You wondered if he would make a move at some point. You would definitely accept if he did, you knew that. He had grown more attractive each year you knew him. This year he let his hair grow out, and every time he would box, two locks would fall in front of his face and his hair would get all messy. You loved it.

His reputation as “The Bull” had grown recently when, during a match, he knocked his opponent straight out of the ring. To celebrate his victory, he took his shirt off and flung it into the crowd, spurring a movement of girls to start fangirling over him at every turn. They called themselves “The Bullshitters” which was literally the worst name they could think of. Cartman acted like he hated the attention but you could tell he secretly loved it. They followed him everywhere when he wasn’t under the protection of the friend group.

Anyways, by the time Garrison actually got to the topic you were supposed to talk about that day, the lunch bell rang.

You got your lunch from the lunch lady, the group making their usual remarks about how they missed some guy called Chef. You all sat at a table, you taking your place next to Cartman.

After talking for a while, Cartman laughed at something and placed his hand on your thigh. You froze and looked up at him, but he kept talking with the others and didn’t move his hand. You bounced your leg once to try and get him off, he didn’t budge. He gripped a little tighter and rubbed it with his thumb.

You knew you weren’t able to move his wrist, he was one of the strongest kids in school, so you just accepted your fate and kept eating.

Suddenly you noticed a girl walking over wearing a shirt with Cartman’s face on a Bull’s body on it. You groaned.

“Bullshitter, four o’ clock.” You muttered to the occupants of the table. They all turned to look at the girl approaching. Cartman finally took his hand off your thigh so he could stand up.

“I got this, it’s fine guys.” He waited for the girl to fully approach. He hulked over her like a beast. “What do you want? An autograph? Lock of my hair? What.” He crossed his arms, clearly trying to seem intimidating.

“i want bnnbvjvjbmb” she mumbled softly.

“Speak up.” He held his stance.

“I want to have sex with you.” She said, looking him in the eyes. He kept his cool, although you could tell he wanted to laugh in her face.

“No.”

She teared up and tried to punch him in the stomach, but he caught her fist, twisted her arm behind her back, and pushed her on the ground, leaning over her.

“Stay away from me and my friends, you hear me?” He growled into her ear. He glanced at you through his peripheral, making sure you could see his smirk. Almost as if saying ‘wish this was you.’

He let her up and she ran off crying. He sat down like nothing had happened and started eating again. After a second of everyone staring at him, he said, “What? She attacked me.”

They all shrugged and agreed and continued eating until lunch ended.

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After school, Cartman got the attention of the group before you all split up.

“You guys wanna stay over at my place tonight? My mom’s out, probably fucking some guy, and the house is free. I have Zombie Destroyers 4~” he said, a lilt in his voice on the last word.

“Sounds good.” Kyle said.

“Yeah fine with me.” Stan.

“Mhmhmhh!” Kenny mumbled through his hood, you all took it as an ‘absolutely!’.

“Yeah, I’ll ask my mom.” You said, texting her. You got a quick response, a yes. “Yeah I’m good, let’s go. I have extra clothes with me already.”

“Sweet.” Cartman said, mostly directed at you.

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After hours of playing Zombie Destroyers 4, watching badly directed pornos, and gorging yourselves on all the snack cakes and cheesy poofs you could fit in your stomachs, you were exhausted. Everyone except you, Cartman, and Kenny were sleeping. Kenny was still up watching some shitty porno on the living room floor and you were sitting next to Cartman above him on the couch.

Cartman had snaked his arm around your shoulders a long time ago and pulled you close into his chest. You could feel his warmth radiating into your body.

Currently the girl on screen was getting nailed by the guy and moaning like a bitch in heat. Cartman started to breathe heavier, you could feel it on the back of your head. You turned up and looked at him.

“You good?” His stone cold gaze twitched down to meet yours, and you could tell something was up.

“Follow me.” He grunted, yanking you from your seat. You looked back at Kenny, who waved and wiggled his fingers, smirking.

Cartman dragged you all the way up to his room where he threw you onto his bed. He leaned over you and pressed all his body weight into you, knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

“Cartman..?” You wheezed. “What’re you doing..?”

“You have NO idea what you do to me.” He groaned, grinding into you. You whimpered and closed your eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me...” you cried softly. He stopped. He lifted himself off of you and backed away, looking almost scared.

“Hurt you? I- I would never- Jesus Christ y/n what makes you think I would ever hurt you?!” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Because you’re so big... and like...” you mumbled. You saw the thought run through his head but he didn’t dare say it. “You almost broke that girl’s arm earlier..” You crossed your arms over your chest.

He paced the short length of his room. “Yeah, but, I would never do that to you.” He paused. “Y/n, I dragged you up here to rail you.” You clenched your thighs together under his gaze.

“You don’t actually want to do that, do you? I’m not as pretty as those Bullshitters.” You frowned.

“Y/n, it’s literally taking every bit of strength in my body not to hurl myself at you and go fucking haywire right now. I don’t give a shit about those bitches. Please give me your consent or I’m gonna go throw myself into the snow to keep me from going into a frenzy.” He huffed, his voice strained. He wanted you. Bad.

You slowly uncrossed your arms and spread your legs to him. “Ok.” You whispered. As soon as it clicked in his head that you were saying yes he rushed back over to you and gave you the strongest kiss you’ve ever had. He strung his fingers through your hair to pull you impossibly closer.

“Fuck, y/n, I’ve needed this for so long...” he groaned into your open mouth before resuming his barrage of rough kisses. He moved down to your neck and sucked deep hickeys into your skin, not caring how visible they were.

He quickly lifted your shirt over your head and gave you a sharp toothed smirk once he saw you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Doing my job for me, huh?” He purred.

“I was just trying to be comfy...” you shied away from him, covering your chest. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head on the bed and snarled in your ear.

“No way, cupcake. If you want out, you gotta say... hmm...” he thought for a second. Then he smiled. “Kenny fucking sucks.” You frowned.

“Whyyy?” You whined. “I don’t wanna say that about him.”

“If you want me to stop, that’s what you’ll have to say.” Then he pinched your nipple, spending a bolt of pleasure down your spine. You squeaked and gave him the stink eye. He grinned.

He made his way down to your navel, giving your s/c skin sloppy wet kisses the entire time. He pulled down your pajama pants and underwear at the same time, not being patient at all.

He lifted your legs over his shoulders and sneered up at you. “You ready?” You looked confused.

He stretched his tongue out to its full extent, showing off the little black piercing on the tip, glinting in the light of the moon shining through his window.

You shivered. You had always heard rumors from his hookups about how that piercing enhanced the feeling while he was eating girls out. You often imagined what it felt like, and now you were about to experience it for yourself.

He stretched your folds open and licked a stripe up the middle, hitting your clit with the piece of metal affixed to his tongue. You jumped at the sensation between your legs.

Then, he held you down by your hips and ate you out like you were his favorite fucking meal. Your body shuddered as you tried to keep your scream inside. He shoved a finger inside you and started to curl it towards him, making it harder for you to be quiet.

He maneuvered that little piece of metal around your clit like it was an 11th finger, at the same time pressing into your g-spot with his middle finger as hard as he could.

You arched your back, whimpering and screwing your eyes shut. It felt like heaven, what he was doing to you, yet you knew this act would be looked down upon there.

You grabbed a chunk of his hair and pushed his face in farther, moaning as he went faster. He dug his free hand deep into your hip, anchoring you to the bed so you couldn’t squirm away. You were gonna end up with some crescent-shaped bruises there in the morning.

He entered another finger and you knew you were reaching your end. You groaned and threw your head back.

“M’ close-“ you grunted, clenching your teeth together. He abused your clit, making it sore and sensitive.

The then somehow hit just the right spot, making you writhe underneath him and put both of your hands on his head as he finished you off.

He kept going through your orgasm, and as you tried to pull away he held you to his face. Your eyes rolled into your head and you saw stars. You finally collapsed into his bed. You couldn’t take any more.

“Kenny fucki- ng sucks-!” You choked out, tears from overstimulation streaking down your face. He pulled away immediately.

“Good job, using the safe phrase. You alright?” He asked, petting your head. You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to calm down. You felt like you couldn’t move and yet everything inside you was going insane at the same time.

“Cartman, I knew you had a good tongue but I didn’t know you were THAT good! Who knew you cared so much about your partner’s pleasure?” You said, astonished. He scowled at you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You just kind of have a reputation for being a selfish asshole...?”

He huffed. “I’ll show you selfish.” He stomped over to his bedroom drawer and rummaged around for something.

After finding it, he came back and sat down on the bed. You heard a belt unbuckle and his zipper unzip, and his pants fell to the floor. You lifted yourself on your elbows to see what he was doing.

He had his cock out and was putting a condom on it. It wasn’t that long, maybe around 5.3 inches or so, but it sure was thick. He was gonna fill you up and you didn’t know whether to be scared or excited.

He stood before you and lifted your legs again. He glared sternly down at you.

“Are you ready?” He asked, tapping the inside of your thigh.

“Not really but I doubt you’re gonna let that stop you.” You laid back down, preparing yourself as best you could.

“Damn fucking right.” He rammed himself inside you to punctuate his sentence, making you let out a choked moan. He was just slightly too big for you, stretching you out a little farther than you were used to.

He leaned over you so that his body pressed into you once more but allowing for you to breathe a little better than the first time. You could feel his breaths on your lips as you looked into his eyes. Something felt different this time. More… intimate. You looked down at his lips, back up at his eyes, down at his lips again, and leaned up and closed the gap between you two.

It was a sweet, gentle kiss that you held for a few seconds before he broke it and dropped to your ear. His breaths grew heavy and you could feel his length twitch inside you.

Right. He was still inside you.

He put his lips up close to your ear.

“You are my. fucking. cocksleeve.”

You whimpered, and at that, he fucked into you once more, earning a louder whimper. Again. A louder sound. Again, harder. Again, louder. Cause and effect. He picked up a steady pace, digging his face into your neck and his hands into your hips.

He got harder with every thrust, and it got easier to take his girth, but more difficult to be quiet. You slapped a hand over your mouth to which he immediately grabbed and pinned down by the wrist.

“No. Let them hear. You’re mine now. Let the whole fucking world know, I don’t care. Just make those beautiful fucking noises.” He groaned into your neck, lifting your hips with his remaining hand so he could angle his dick deeper.

“Oh, fuck it!” You exclaimed, finally wrapping your legs around his waist to get as close to him as possible. “Cartman~” you moaned, grabbing on to his hair with your free hand.

His pace slowed and he growled. “Say my name.” You whined from the lack of friction.

“Cartman.” You said again. He groaned.

“No dumbass, my other name.”

You were confused. “The Bull?”

“Eric! My name is fucking Eric!” He snarled, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, fucking into you at a manic pace.

You shrieked, your fingers opening and closing, grabbing at nothing. “Eric! Fuck, Eric! Oh fffffuck~” your moans grew louder. Tears started to stream down your face, you were so fucking overstimulated. You were so close, and he was not. Your eyes were cloudy and you couldn’t see anything, but you could tell he leaned closer again. He started to kiss the tears off your cheeks, all while railing you like an animal. It felt so… good.

“Ngh, Eric…” You moaned, clenching your fists. You could feel the knot building up in your stomach. “M’so close- FUCKNH~” you screwed your eyes shut and the tie broke. He fucked you through it, keeping his pace up. His cock stretched your walls deliciously, even as your orgasm threatened to push him out. He shifted a hand back down to your hip and gripped it tightly, holding you in place.

You were so fucking blissed out at this point. Stars danced in your vision, distracting you while Eric used you as his personal fleshlight. He pulled out at one point, flipping you over and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

When he reentered, it brought you back to consciousness a little bit. You turned your head enough so you could see his face, and he made eye contact with you. “M’tired..” you whined, clutching at the bedsheets. He continued to fuck you, but the look he gave you was a gentle one.

“I know. Almost done.” His voice sounded a bit strained, so you believed him. Your thighs were wet with your own arousal, the sounds of skin on skin filled the room for the longest time.

It suddenly felt like he had some kind of energy boost, and he rammed into you as hard as he possibly could. It felt like he was in your stomach, and it was delectable.

He grabbed your shoulders and slammed you onto his cock over and over, making you release guttural moans that were sure to be heard by the others downstairs.

You came once more, electricity shooting across every nerve in your body. Every sense was alight. Your skin felt so cold but so hot at the same time.

His grip on your shoulders loosened.

He leaned over you one last time, encapsulating you in his arms as if he was protecting you. He gave a few more hard thrusts. “Fucking. Mine.” And he stilled. His hot breath felt heavy on the nape of your neck. He didn’t move.

“Yours.” You whispered.

That finally caused him to stir, kissing your neck, down to your back, before unwrapping you from his arms and pulling out. You heard him dispose of the condom before returning and flipping you over. You sat up slightly so you could see him.

He looked so… ethereal. His hair framed his face, two locks coming down in the middle just like you liked it. You guessed you looked worse, and rubbed your eyes with a sore wrist. You laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. You were so blissed out you could barely think.

“Fucked ya stupid, didn’t I?”

You didn’t answer.

He sighed and stepped over to get something, before pressing the cloth of your panties to the base of your legs. He helped you into them before sitting you up.

“Arms up.” You complied, lifting your arms over your head. A shirt three times your size was placed onto your figure, and your foggy brain managed to compute that it was his shirt.

He put on his own clothes and tried to help you stand. Your knees wobbled like crazy, but eventually he got you to walk with his aid.

You went back downstairs to, no surprise, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny all awake and staring at you two. Kyle’s mouth was agape as his eyes searched your sex-riddled figure, while Kenny just smirked at Eric. Stan glared at you both.

“Jesus Christ, Cartman, what did you do to them? You guys look terrible.” Stan huffed, punching his pillow a few times and slamming his head back down into it. “We’re having a talk in the morning.” He grumbled.

Kyle just laid back down, unable to take the sight of you like that when it wasn’t done by him. Cartman led you over to the couch, stepping over his body.

“Can I have a turn with them next, Cartman?” Kenny gave you a cheeky grin as you laid on Eric’s muscular but cushioned chest.

“No.” His voice rumbled throughout your body. “They’re mine now. Isn’t that right?” He asked you, rubbing your back. You hummed and nodded your head, too tired to form words.

“Worth a shot.” Kenny shrugged and went to sleep.

“You do want to keep doing that, right?” Eric whispered to you. You nodded again and snuggled deeper into his chest.

“Mine.” You mumbled. He hummed.

“That’s right. Yours.” He petted your hair gently.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Stan called.

“Shut up asshole, I’m tryna have a moment here!”

“Fuck you, fatass!”

“Fuck you!”

Eric turned over and enveloped you completely into him. You felt so tired, and finally succumbed to the exhaustion.

This was the best sleepover ever.

Imagine Vampire!Barbatos tho....

Who else would be his perfect doll master but you? He will cook for you, brush and stylish your lovely hair, dress you up. Treat you like a princess 80% of the time, the other 20% he's feeding from you and letting his dark side take over.

Vampire!BARBATOS x gn!Reader, 1.2k words, nsfw. Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour, possessiveness/jealousy, pet names, spicy towards the end—it's not really dubcon but it might come off that way. ♫ [ Song Rec ] | m.list

You feel his eyes on you as soon as you step into the ballroom of Diavolo’s castle. These fancy events always make you feel nervous and out of place. You usually spend the night together before these events so he can help you prepare, but last night you stayed at the House of Lamentation instead as his duties to Diavolo kept him busy.

His bedroom (and yours) are filled with the exquisite clothing he’s bought you, and he sent you instructions earlier with which clothing he wanted you to wear for him tonight. You bathed with the products he gave you too—he claims that the custom recipe he has made for you enhances your natural scent.

(He enjoys bathing you personally so he can massage you with his firm hands while he teases you with gentle touches, a playful reminder of how he'll reward you later if you behave.)

Every accessory you own—the collection of chokers, necklaces, bracelets, and chains he's bought for you—are made with the finest metals and jewels. Your outfits usually compliment your complexion and your eyes; your accessories are a reflection of him instead. The choker around your neck tonight is black and silver and adorned with tiny gemstones the same colour as the tips of his hair.

As you walk around the perimeter of the ballroom, you feel his warm, affectionate gaze linger on you from wherever he's hiding just out of sight. He weaves through the crowd seamlessly at these events, as the demon prince's silent shadow should, but you’ve yet to catch a glimpse of him.

One of the brothers tugs on your wrist and leads you towards the center of the room. Diavolo approaches you suddenly, and Barbatos follows silently behind him.

“You look radiant this evening,” Diavolo says, his voice laced with fondness for you. He respects his friend and your relationship and doesn’t dare touch you. “Don't you agree, Barbatos?”

You’re not sure anyone else notices the flicker of annoyance that hardens your lover’s expression before it's gone. Even you're not sure if you truly saw it when he nods and smiles at you.

“Quite lovely indeed,” he murmurs, but something about his sickeningly sweet tone sets you on edge. The tingling sensation of being watched follows you as you're dragged by your friends onto the dancefloor.

It's barely twenty minutes later that you finally break away from the party and mingle on the outskirts of the room with a cool drink in your hand. There's a sudden feeling of another body radiating heat against your back, and gloved fingers reach around you and gently pull your drink away. He sets it on a table nearby and touches your waist.

"Would you mind accompanying me to the kitchen? I have a small task to complete and would like the privilege of your company.” He’s always so formal to keep up appearances, but you suspect there’s some hidden meaning in his words you haven’t deciphered yet.

(There always is).

He offers you his arm and you leave the party together. His shoulders are stiff with tension as he leads you away from the ballroom, but despite his odd demeanor you're still grateful to spend time alone with him.

The rest of the castle is empty except for the servants carrying out various chores. When you arrive at the kitchen doors, he gestures for you to enter first. There’s a flurry of activity inside as the Little Ds pick up their trays of Demonus and make a quick escape through the servant’s entrance on the opposite side of the room.

You smile and wave at them as they leave, but the door shuts behind you and the lock clicking into place makes you freeze.

“You look exceptional this evening,” Barbatos breathes next to your ear. His gloved fingers caress your cheek and slowly run up and down the curve of your neck. “It's enough to drive me mad,” he confesses, lips brushing your skin just above the choker. He unfastens the clasp and slides the delicate item into his pocket for later.

He kisses the lingering puncture marks he made two nights ago—the skin is bruised and the puncture wounds are still not fully healed. He prefers that you don't use magic or potions to speed up the healing process, so you don't.

(He'd never deny you if you were in true pain or discomfort, but he would prefer to care for you himself than ask you to drink whatever flimsy potion one of your friends might try to feed you.)

“I get the sense that something’s bothering you,” you admit quietly, and he hums. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask nervously, but when you try to look at him, he holds your chin to keep you still.

"A simple problem requires a simple solution," he mutters to himself. "All I could smell was them on you,” he clarifies for your benefit, and it’s the only warning you have before you’re pushed forward against one of the stainless steel counters. Deft fingers tug at your waist and unbutton the burdensome clothing that gets in his way of touching you. You gasp when cool air hits your bare skin.

No matter what bath products he buys you, it’s not enough to completely wash away the scent of the others you live with. The clothes that hang in your closet don’t smell like him, not like the ones in his castle bedroom do.

The possessive beast inside him seethes with rage others that see you and crave you like he does might think you’re not claimed. You taunted the beast inside him when you walked into that ballroom smelling like so many others but not him.

Even if you weren't wearing the choker around your neck, those healing bites alone aren’t enough to deter those that might try to take you for themselves. You’re his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure everyone knows that—including you.

“What—what about the party?” you whimpered, overwhelmed by his body smothering yours and the pleasure of his hand exploring between your legs.

He's barely started and you can already smell the musky scent from between your thighs. The evidence he'll leave inside you when he's finished will drip down your legs and paint your skin; you have no doubt the stains will soak through the thin fabric of your pants for the others to see.

His fangs tease the sensitive skin of your neck, lingering higher than his other marks, too high for your choker to hide from view. Slick fingers tease at your entrance and you gasp as one slips inside.

“Everyone will know—“ you stammer, one final plea to remind him that perhaps this isn't a good idea, but his quiet, condescending chuckle interrupts you.

“Precisely, my dear,” he purrs, biting into your neck and groaning as the first pulse of blood coats his tongue. A hand encased in soft leather covers your mouth and muffles your cry as he buries himself inside you with a sharp snap of his hips.

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wally clark that’s a little very obsessed with his girlfriend. wally clark that gives off pure golden retriever energy until someone looks at you a few seconds too long and suddenly he’s all over you, gripping your waist from behind and burying his face in your neck. wally clark that can’t keep his hands off you at the best of times, his hands finding their home on your hips in particular or the back pocket of your jeans.

wally clark that gazes down at you with a grin when you’re trapped between him and the mattress, that goddamn gold chain dangling in front of your face. “you look so fucking pretty under me, baby”. wally clark that’s like a completely different man behind the safety of a locked bedroom door, fingers leaving marks on your waist from his tight grip, mouth staining any part of you he can reach a dark purple. “what’re you gonna tell your friends when they ask what happened?” “gonna say it was you” “you’re fucking right you will, baby”

no but an image i have in my head is. u’re hyuck’s gf. have been for 2 years. and hyuck Knows just how much the other dreamies have a cute puppy crush on u and tbh he’s cool with it in a way “i’ve got her and u don’t” vibe?? like cocky confident hyuck who’s spurring ur moans and whimpers on while he’s fucking u on his computer desk so renjun and jeno can hear u clearer from where they’re pressing up against his door wishing they cld see ur face as hyuck fucks u!!! - 🎞

“what’d i tell you about biting that lip baby,” donghyuck probes. he’s given you countless reminders not to try and muffle the pretty noises leaving your mouth, each one going in one ear and out the other, lost to the haze of your brain. currently, your ass is presented nicely to donghyuck, with you being bent at the hips over the table. the pressure of his cock pounding against the spongy spot inside you has your mind fogging over, leaving you unable to speak and think clearly. despite this, your attention is recaptured almost immediately when your boyfriend slides his cock out from your hole. a chuckle escapes his lips when he sees your hips move in search of his cock, looking for something to fill you up once again.

“listen to me. if i tell you not to be quiet, then don’t be quiet. i want those two to know exactly what they’re missing. i want them to fuck their hands tonight thinking about how good your pussy would feel wrapped around their cocks,” he growls. placing the blunt tip of his cock against your hole, he pushes back into you, feeling your knees give in. donghyuck uses this to his advantage, tugging you back against his pelvis to reach even deeper inside you.

choked and breathless, you manage to sputter out, “h-hyuck please, ‘s too deep, i can’t take it,” which prompts another laugh to leave his lips.

“it’s cute that you think i care. you can take it baby, i know you can.”

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TW: dubcon, noncon, blackmailing, threats of revenge porn.

karina who's been wanting to hook up with you for a while now but you always seemed to be more interested in ning, so when she finally gets you drunk enough and has the opportunity to fuck you she doesn't waste the chance to snap a couple of pics as you cum: she takes both close ups of your face as you orgasm and a few ones of your full naked body. she bites her lip as she stares at her phone, knowing she'll also save those for when she misses you later <3 she's so happy because now anytime she wants to fuck you she doesn't even have to ask! she'll just show you the pics and that's all she needs to do to get you in her bed all in fours, you curse her but she laughs because it's hilarious how you can be so brave when you're this drenched for her lmao she does not believe a word you say when you tell her she's sick or when you cry for her to stop. of course she also takes more of those pics any time you two fuck, but now it's basically just for her own enjoyment. imagine her eating you out and recording it, spitting in your cunt just to slurp it back, making fun of you for being this wet, and lapping at your clit even when you try to move her head away because it's too much and she smiles, perfect heart shaped lips and chin drenched in your cum. she's definitely sending you that video later when you're away and she's bored. that's the most effective way to get you to do what she wants. it's not blackmailing, it's just encouragement for when you forget who exactly you're saying no to ;) (she's too possessive to even think about sharing those with anyone so you're not that worried but she's also a bit insane so you decided it's better to not test her)

I know we could not be any more different, but there is one thing we do share, the certainty that you will make your own way in this world. I am sure of it, Eloise.

ELOISE AND DAPHNE BRIDGERTON IN BRIDGERTON

I know you can do it all by yourself, my love. but im not gonna let you anymore. i know you can handle nightmares on your own, but you won't ever be without my soft words and fingers tracing your spine again. i know you can tie your own shoes and bandage your own wounds but that wont stop me from kneeling beside you and doing it anyways. i know you've always kept yourself safe but that wont stop me from making sure everyone sees you're mine and engulfing you in my arms the second you feel afraid. i know you're use to holding back because others thought pieces of you were too much, but that wont stop me from seeing all that you are and loving it all like its breathing.

you're use to others promising you the world but ive already made you mine.

since this won’t leave me alone—

warnings—voyuerism, degradation

“Stupid Deku,” Katsuki sneers, dick in hand and furiously jerking. “Took all the attention, but you can’t even handle the pussy? Tch. Pull out then, bastard. If you can’t make her cum, I will.”

Izuku moans, head dropping to your shoulder and hands pushing your legs up just a little more as he bottoms out inside of you. It’s so squishy. Too squishy. Too soft. Fuck.

You crane your head to pout over at Bakugou. “Don’t be mean.” You cup Izuku’s cheeks and coo, “It’s his first time.”

Izu’s already turned out, cheeks red and burning hot. His freckles are so pretty, you just have to tell him. He’s your good boy. Your best boy. You try to shimmy your hips, tell him you need more. He’s making you feel so full, and you need it. “Give it to me, baby.”

Izu almost chokes, eagerly humping deep enough into your sloppy cunt to make sloshing noises. You’re so hot here, so messy and you’re dripping all over his dick.

Katsuki scoffs, impatient to get his dick wet while it twitches in his palm. Bakugou’s hands are so big, but they almost look... small when it’s wrapped around his dick like that. “Ha! Look at him. How are you a pro hero, but can’t keep yourself from cumming? Fucking pathetic.”

Somewhere between Kacchan being mean and you pulling Izu’s tongue into your mouth, a flood of warmth gushes inside of you. You startle, eyes popping open and pulling your mouth away to find Izuku slack-jawed and eyes squeezed tight, and you know that he’s just cum all inside of you.

Bakugou laughs in disbelief, hand stilling at the tip of his cock or else he’d cum, too. “That quick?”

Izuku whines as he pulls out, eyeing the flood of cum that spills down your cunt while it flutters around nothing. “I’m sorry.”

slow hands

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genre and warnings: fluff, some angst? but hardly, levi is the sweetest, please do not mistake his quiet affections for apathy or lovelessness

+ word count: 3k

+ summary: based off of a request about physical affection and acts of service being levi’s love languages—which i agree! i’m so happy you asking about that, i could write essays about how physical touch is important to levi, but instead, i will leave you with this for now lol

i. in crowded spaces (so you don’t get lost, or so he claims)

Levi isn’t particularly fond of the way you like to go shopping in the inner walls. He is, however, fond of you; so he forgoes the prissy upper-class men and overall stingy aura of Wall Sina’s inhabitants just so you can get your favorite kind of bread and fruit.

Today, it seems like everyone and their mother wanted to visit the outdoor markets, despite the scheming merchants and obviously overpriced merchandise. From the crowd to the noise level, none of it is really up Levi’s alley; but he has to admit, watching people fail to successful haggle the price of eggs is immensely amusing to him.

What isn’t amusing is the way you keep stopping in the middle of the square, distracted by anything remotely shiny or with a pleasant smell you come across. Levi stops in his tracks, sensing a lack of your presence behind him; he turns around, and sure enough, you’re standing a few meters away, squinting at the price written above the basket of apples in front of you.

He sighs, trudging back to you, and watching from a step away as you scan over the fruit scrutinizingly. The merchant behind the stand does his best at selling you his product, boasting about how the fruit is fresh and hand-picked, and some other bullshit.

“These look good,” you muse to yourself, picking up a single, red apple in your palm for closer observation, “I could make a pie for the kids later.”

“Ah, pretty and she cooks, what a woman,” the bearded merchant smiles, adjusting his hat as he looks at you.

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