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nineteen. running on pure horniness, spite, and caffine !

‎✧˚₊‧ 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄, (she/her)... sabrina carpenter lover. sadie sink's bitch. pedro pascal's controversially young girlfriend. role model's fav girl! not very consistent but always striving to be! jonathan bailey and cooper koch please let me be ur exceptions!

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username inspiration: best song off sabrina's man's best friend!

favorite women: sadie sink, sabrina carpenter, jolyne kujo, olivia rodrigo, megan thee stallion, jean grey, and rogue!

favorite men: pedro pascal, tyriq withers, bad bunny, role model, cooper koch, dick grayson, jason todd, terry mcginnis, steve harrington, and hal jordan!

currently watching: succession!

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this user stole my work.

word for word. sentence from sentence.

down below are screenshots with dates in them. read them side by side, it becomes obvious after the third sentence that this is not their fic.

I was told by an anon, which i really do appreciate. that’s how i found out a katseye fic writer stole one of my other fics, so thank you to that anonymous user!

my fic was posted on june 25th, theirs was posted on july 31st. side by side, all they did to make it less… obvious was maybe the formatting but even in the side by sides… it’s really shitty. just… why? why steal work from another hard working author.

the fucking funniest part about all of this is that in their fic, they fix the formatting and put a little italic here and there but they’re too excited to post their shitty plagiarized fic that they don’t fix my late night grammar and sentence mistakes plus they had to erase the part of peter’s powers in their fic so they had time to think about this and say “hey maybe let’s not post this and make it known that i plagiarize” but they still posted it so idk.

down below is the link to the original fic; don’t harass this person— just warn their followers that they’re supporting an author who very openly plagiarizes, not that it’s their fault, i bet no one knew this was plagiarism except the one anon account who told me about it. i’m only making this post to warn the enhypen fandom about this writer and to take any fics they do write with a grain of salt of the legitimacy of it. what’s shittier is that this person is clearly a good writer from the fics i read just to see… but like… why steal from another author?

REGISTERED DRIVER: ambulance driver! steve harrington!

IGNITION REPORT: post hawkins, steve harrington finds a job as an ambulance driver and finds a normalcy in his life; go to work five days a week, then come home to you!

ⓘ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 SYSTEM OVERVIEW: 18+ CONTENT, fem! reader, post-season 5, rough and gentle sex, hair pulling, switch! steve, manwhore steve harrington is here for a minute, praise kink, hand kink, breeding fetish, dirty talk, oral sex (both male and female recieving)!

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who becomes an ambulance driver through a friend of hopper's after hopper suggested him. he didn't want to be a cop, firefighting school was a little too hard for him, he wasn't about to pay for nursing school, so through doing emt training, slight luck (and maybe nepotism?), he found himself a job as an ambulance driver!

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who becomes pretty damn good at his job pretty quick. it helps that driving from interdimensional creatures for some good five years got him pretty equipped with situations where driving fast was needed.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who, with a little shame, falls back on his fuckboy past. being in a city where he didn't worry for demodogs or vecna snapping his limbs; he hooked up with women constantly— preferring the freshly divorced ones that needed an outlet from their ex-husbands but didn't shy away from any type of woman. he enjoyed giving these women pleasure, loved the connection albeit a short one, but never stuck to them for too long. he always paid for their drinks or dinner, drove them home (never allowing them to get an uber) and giving them a little extra pocket change. he's ran through, let's just say that.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who finally decides to lock in and settle down when he meets you about a year and a half after moving and getting the job, actually finding you through this job! you had called 911 after an incident, he came with two other emt's and immediately (other than the patient needing help), you caught his eye instantly and he caught yours, but he wasn't about to get caught eye-fucking you on the job— he got the patient to the hospital and only after clocking out for the night did he return to the place you were at and asked for your number.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who takes date nights very seriously. he never misses a night— somehow, someway, with this boy's busy schedule; he never ever forgets when you two have a date.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who learns his lesson from his other relationships and worships the ground you walk on. he buys you everything you desire, he listens to your every command, he has a patronizing way of submission that you were absolutely obsessed with. he was dominant when he needed to be, but he was more submissive when he was home.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who eats pussy like a god. he's so good at it, he laps over you over and over again, sucking hungrily on your cunt, flicking his tongue so greedily in your folds. he brings you to your orgasm so many times, including his fingers most of the time. he won't get out of your thighs until he's tasted your fourth or fifth orgasm on his tongue.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who has an addiction to morning sex, so much so that he will set an alarm twenty minutes before he actually has to start getting ready for work just to get his daily fill of you. and he's lucky that you love it just as much! the sleepy thrusts, his morning voice as his soft hands don't know where to touch so early in the morning, your fingers tugging on his messy bedhead. it's perfect in his eyes, it's one of the unmovable things in his schedule.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who has a breeding kink and he isn't even shy about it. he loves the idea of starting a family, so when he's balls deep in you, your knees pressed into your boobs and your nails scratching down his forearms, how could he not remain in you? pulling out isn't steve's strong point and he makes sure of it. especially when you're just so encouraging to him, making it near impossible to find the condoms beforehand and begging him to fuck you raw style... it should be expected that he can't hold himself back at the idea of pumping you full, seeing his fluids leak out of you so softly and using his thick fingers to pump it back into your overstimulated cunt. "don't want to waste any." is his favorite phrase as he forces his cum back in you.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who knows you have a thing for his hands. his palms are rough, callous from fighting and from the steering wheel he constantly turns. he knows you love it when he touches you, when his palms press against your skin. he's just bigger than you, and you love that about him.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who loves getting head. he loves yanking on your head, facefucking you after such a bad day on the job, ruining your pretty throat with no care in the world. after a long day of shitty work, he loves getting you down to your knees and using that mouth however he wants.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who also loves getting ruined by you. he loves it when you take control, when you tell him what to do, when you use his cock however you please. he takes it like a good boy, moaning 'mommy' and 'ma'am' like prayers off his lips.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who is really good with kids... it should be very obvious. he's good at comforting kids who are scared even if he's a tiny bit callous at first, but taking care of the little shits back in hawkins (aka max, dustin, mike, erica, and lucas), it taught him a lot how to comfort kids when faced with fear. especially human fear like injury and death.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who has a deadly lingerie fetish. he loves lingerie on you, seeing the lace and seeing the different colors. he literally has a section of his paycheck always sectioned off specifically for lingerie only!

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who undeniably has a praise kink. he loves it when you praise him— even outside of sex. telling him that he's doing a good job and you're proud of him; it's an addicting feeling that he rides so high on.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who loves it when one of his kids come and visit. max usually visits the least but stays the longest, dustin and lucas and erica come by a lot more, and mike is once and a while, but he cherishes each and every single time, he literally has pictures of them framed on the wall! the kids love you too.

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who works graveyard shifts like a motherfucker, especially during the holidays like halloween eve, valentines, and christmas eve; it pays the most and he's willing to take the work to make the holidays with you the best it possibly could!

ambulance driver! steve harrington... who knew he'd marry you a month into dating, and it takes him only two years for him to propose. and when you two marry and he goes to work? he wears his wedding ring on a necklace, so it won't get damaged during work, and when he's at home? that ring ain't ever leaving his finger!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: steve harrington, my love. my boy. everyone who says this motherfucker would be a cop is WRONG. he is NOT giving cop, he is giving either firefighter, teacher, or a god damn mailman, this mf is NOT giving cop energy, i refuse to believe it.

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REGISTERED DRIVER: college! post season 5! max mayfield!

INSPECTION REPORT: max has one simple rule in her nissan skyline gt-r; don’t make a mess… and obviously you break that rule… but it’s not your fault that she’s too sexy while driving that you can’t control yourself!

ⓘ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 SYSTEM OVERVIEW: 18+ CONTENT, fem! college! reader, car sex, dom! max mayfield, vaginal fingering, risky sex (don’t finger and drive!), cum eating, orgasm control, degrading and praise, dirty talk, finger sucking, overstimulation!

to give you a little credit, it wasn’t your fault (directly, at least) that this all happened.

it’s not your fault that max just has an effect on you that you will not describe or care to explain. she’s always attractive in your eyes, but when she’s in one of her favorite things, her car, driving the way she is? how could you contain yourself.

the freeway is empty for once, max’s car being one of only a few on the freeway, and most of them are on the other side, the night sky with the stars out a beautiful sight as max’s playlist hums through the car. she’s definitely pushing the speed limit, knowing when to slow down due to the cop’s hiding spots, but she goes a pretty twenty five over the limit and stays in the middle lane.

she kept her right hand on the steering wheel, her left hand on the stick as you sat passenger seat, scrolling through your phone one moment and staring at her through your window the next.

you knew just how much she loved her car.

it’s an expensive ass one too; a japanese imported nissan skyline gt-r— named rocky based off the boxer, she paid very pretty benjamin’s on him. she takes care of it so hard but so casually, never being dramatic over it, that you’d think you could get away with doing anything in it, but that’s very far from the truth. she wouldn’t even have sex in the car, and you knew how much she loved car sex.

watching her drive… it was a sight to see. the way you got a good sight of her jawline, which curved perfectly. the way the veins in her hands and forearms show, especially when she clenches down on the wheel during tight traffic. you couldn’t keep your eyes off her, it was hard not to stare at her, especially in the atmosphere you two were in.

max doesn’t look at you when she begins to hear the sound of a zipper, keeping her eyes on the road— to be honest, you don’t even think she knows you were undoing your zipper.

in one swift move, your hand tugs down your jeans to the point of your ankles, your panties following too as you became without bottoms in the passenger seat, a breathy moan albeit quiet, leaves your mouth as your hand drifts down to your now exposed pussy.

your pointer finger drags down your slit, feeling the wetness coat your own finger. you're too wet for your own good, shifting in your seat from not only pleasure to the sensation but to get a better position. the seatbelt rubs against your chest and abdomen, stretching with your body.

sliding three more fingers into your now open folds, you begin to rub yourself all while keeping your eyes on max, who is starting to come out of her own little world, looking on her side of the car while keeping focus on the road in front of her. it helps that the darkness of the car hides your activity.

what gives it away and makes her head look towards you? a soft moan of her name, under your breath but louder than the music.

“you okay?” she asks, not tilting her head over yet, knowing damn well how people drive at night when there’s nobody on the road— anything can happen.

nodding your head, you continue to rub at your clit, grinding against your own hand. “mhm… perfectly fine, maxie…”

that sound? that nickname? that sound and the way your voice whispers it makes max look over, the freeway in front of her completely empty, none of the ramps have other cars on them, so max takes her eyes off the road for one moment and gets a damn good look at you.

“oh god baby…”

she doesn’t mean to let it sound so wrecked, doesn’t mean to let it be such a whispered sound that sounds pathetic to say the least… but it comes out of her mouth before she could even think. seeing you like this… in the moonlight, hand on your own cunt, your eyes half lidded… it’s a sight max wants to keep in her mind.

but then that rule; her golden rule comes into mind. as much as she wanted to pull this car over and devour you on this highway, probably highway forty or fifty-five if you were paying any attention… she wasn’t about to let a mess happen in her car.

“baby, you can wait.” she mutters, shifting in her seat as her foot remains on the pedal. “you’re gonna make a mess, c’mon.”

you shake your head though, looking directly at her as your middle finger begins to tease your own entrance, moaning quietly. “max please… my pussy needs you so badly.”

max swallows in a breath that’s been stuck in her throat, clearly conflicted. “my god.” she grunts, holding the wheel with her left hand and freeing up her right hand. “since you wanna be such a fuckin’ slut.”

max extends her right hand towards your mouth, taking one look at your face before putting her fingers up to your plump lips, not caring if her nails graze your lips. “suck ‘em.” she tells you. “since you have the neediest pussy in the god damn west.”

you smile to yourself as she shows her fingers to you, and without saying anything, you grab her hand and slide your tongue over her three fingers; slobbering all over her pointer, middle, and ring fingers, lapping on the underside of them and sucking hard.

max kept her foot on the gas pedal, the engine working itself as your mouth slowly lathers her fingers up, taking occasional glances at you as you do so.

“you couldn’t wait until we got home, huh? just needing me so bad…” she whispers, taking her fingers out of your mouth and quickly pushing them down to your core. your puffy folds stood no chance the moment her fingers touched you.

you furrow your brows, cheeks feeling hotter than ever as she doesn’t waste any time with you, pushing her fingers into your cunt with a crude curse under her breath. your pussy is like a fucking fountain on her hand, easily lubing her up alongside the spit and making it far too easy— a little humiliating, for her fingers to just slide on into your cunt.

heat creeps up your neck as you moan, her fingers pressing on your deepest spot as she doesn’t even try out a slow pace, her wrist flicking with no care in the world.

“max! oh fuck!” each pump of her fingers hit you, she feels so good and she’s barely gotten started. and she knows that.

her fingers curl with each thrust in, the tips of her fingers tickling your cunt at the perfect spots, making you quiver in the passenger seat as one hand remains on the steering wheel. her pointer and pinkie finger remain extended as her middle and ring fingers go at it.

“you like this huh?” she challenges, looking at you as she leans in, licking a stripe from your shoulder up back behind your ear, biting on the tip of your ear, her voice a sly whisper against the shell. “so needy for my fingers, just crying all over ‘em.”

you nod your head a little too fast for your liking, toes curling in your shoes as you adjust your hips, making her hit the best places possible. “l-love it max… so good, ‘feels so so so good.” you blabber.

she chuckles at your blabbering display, licking her bottom lip as she found a quick pace that not even you could understand she could do.

the wet sounds of her fingers meeting your sobbing cunt fill the room, your head thrown back on the seat as you meet her fingers with grinds so hard and getting her fingers so deep that you’re practically grinding on her knuckles.

despite her cocky exterior, max couldn’t help but shudder out a response. “y-yeah, grind on my fingers baby, lemme see your slutty pussy grind on me.”

and you do just that; continuing to rub up and down, eyes rolling back as the car continues to take it’s journey, max’s long fingers and callous palm touching your pussy so well, her fingers curling inside your walls.

“mhm… so good max. so f’fucking good!”

“yeah? you’re my little slut, needing me so bad that you couldn’t just wait till we got home?”

you nod, not even caring about her insults towards you— which sounded like pet names when she said it. “yes! yes! ‘m your slut max, just your good slut w-who needs you s’so bad!”

max damn near cums in her own pants at hearing your words, she can feel the damp spot in her underwear after your words soak in.

“good girl… good girl f’me.” she responds, voice quiet but loud enough to just soak into your head. “you’re such a pretty girl… so pretty even when you act so slutty for me.”

your left hand remained around her wrist while your right hand reaches over and digs into the car seat, legs shaking as she brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. waves of pleasure flowed through your bones as you try to reach your orgasm … but max knows you best, and she knows when you try to reach it yourself.

she slows down her fingers, which makes your eyes snap open and look at her. “m-max…”

she shakes her head, tugging upwards in your clit as her palm tickles the top of your clit. “no, you will cum when I tell you to; you wanted my fingers, i tell you when to cum, got it?”

you try to sputter out a rebuttal— but you couldn’t. not with this pleasure and this need to cum, so all you did was nod, shuddering and feeling yourself melt against the seat as you hold yourself back from cumming.

“good girl.” she says again, leaning over and pressing a kiss on your heated-up cheek— like a fucking asshole.

she turned her attention back to the road; her left hand on the wheel and changing lanes, and her right hand was three fingers deep into your cunt, thrusting into your folds slowly and purposely getting you close but not letting you fall over that delicious edge.

you hated it, but you wouldn’t fight it. you just accepted her fingers, your moans filling the car and your hips grinding on occasion.

max kept the pleasure coming but never letting you cum yet— she was a fucking asshole for that, but she made you feel so good that you didn’t argue, you just took it like the good girl you are to her.

“max… please…” you beg quietly, looking over at the redhead as her hand remains on the steering wheel, arching off the car seat as she curls her fingers again after your words. “max, lemme cum, please. i-i need it s’so bad.”

finally, she looks over at you; the highway empty on her side and allowing her to be distracted by your beauty for just a moment. “oh, so you want to cum?”

you nod immediately. “please. let me cum.”

max scoffs as she thinks for a minute, only curling deeper as she “thinks” about giving you permission. “cum for me baby.”

and without hesitation; she quickens her fingers, pumping faster and curling consistently and it doesn’t take you a second more to cum. your eyes roll back, arching off the car seat as your nails dig into the car seat and her forearm, thighs shaking.

“max! max— oh fuck!” the moans fill the car, grinding against her fingers as she continues to pump, furthering your orgasm.

max grins at watching you cum, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your jawline as her foot steps on the gas, slowing down her fingers as you wither against the seat. “pretty girl… so cute…”

catching your breath, you look over at her, a pussy-whipped smile on your face as you can see the blush on her face. “you’re… you’re way to good at that…”

“somebody’s gotta take care of that needy pussy of yours…” she reminds you, slow to pull out her fingers as they glisten with your cum, bringing them to her mouth as she gets a lick of your cum; tastes better than ever in her mind.

you moan under your breath at seeing the sight, thighs shaking with overstimulation as you slowly pull up your pants.

as you watch her and remind yourself of what she said only five minutes ago about making a mess… at least max is good at cleaning up your mess in her car.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a slight part 2 to the mike oneshot I posted a little bit ago, she’s the most ‘I have sex in my car’ girl I’ve ever seen and I will not explain further!

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A QUICK FIX. [18+] 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃

‎✧˚₊‧ peter cumming in his pants when you sit on his face!

it’s been far too long since peter has fucked.

yes, you fucked him that one when you had to figure out who in the hell you fucked because he disappeared before you woke up; you’d eventually remember when you saw parker’s tank-top on the floor.

you remember his pathetic whimpers as he piston into you, the way he fucked sloppy and the way he refused to even pull out once, like it was physically impossible for him to pull out— and in some ways? it was… and you also remember, oh yeah! you have his phone number now, so of course, when the night is late, when nobody is around and you’re far too horny for your own good? guess he’d do the trick.

and peter, for all of his flaws, has a really good green flag if you ask the right person; he loves when women sit on his face.

he lovesssss getting a face full of pussy, his tongue licking up and down their folds and tasting all of their juices all over his face. he loves feeling trapped under thighs and under someone in full control… and he loved it especially tonight, when he hasn’t gotten the feeling in forever, and you put all your weight on him.

“p-peter! peter!” your moans echo off the wall just like they did two weeks ago as this time, it wasn’t his cock drilling in and out of you, it was his tongue lapping you up and down.

his rough hands grab your waist and keeps you on him, moaning against your cunt as your fingers stroke his hair. “mhm… so good b-baby.” his moans are broken, blushing as he can’t stop his tongue. “s’so’so good.” he mutters, feeling his cock twitch as his mouth tastes more of of your pussy. “could eat you all fuckin’ night, sweet girl.”

you rock on his face, both of your hands in his hair as he continues to lick and suck on your wet pussy. his legs shake a little, eyes rolling back at the taste of you entering his mouth— you taste so good.

“peter! p’peter! ohhhhh fu-fuckkkk!” you moan out, fingers yanking at his brown hair as you look down at him, shuddering at seeing him.

he didn’t hold himself back— he couldn’t, that’s the thing with his powers; yes, he’s spider-man and one of the downsides? he can’t hold himself back when pleasure overloads his senses… and in no time at all… he feels his balls clench and his cock vibrates in his pants.

and suddenly, he feels ropes of heavy semen leave his cock and stain his pants, unloading in his boxers as he cums— just by you sitting on his face.

you feel him tremble under you and you furrow your brows, looking at him with a mouth agape and turn your head, seeing his grey sweatpants become stained in the crotch area. you turn your head back at him and seeing the blush of embarrassment on his face.

“peter!”

“mhm— what?”

you shake your head as you groan at the vibrations against your cunt. “you— you just cummed? what- what the fuck?”

he shakes his head in between his thighs, running his hands up and down your back. “…’m sorry… you just t-taste so good… fuck…”

oh this absolutely pathetic man.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, i luv this pathetic ass man. also??? the amount of support on my first peter oneshot? didn’t expect that but if people want more penis parker, they gonna get penis parker!

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(18+) the face she gives to polite and supportive fans at the stage door of “romeo & juliet” knowing damn well she’s the opposite of innocent with you.

this is the same girl who has you on your back, knees pressed against your breasts and the big dildo deep in your sobbing cunt. your heels on her shoulders as her hand presses down on your abdomen, outlining the bulge of her cock in your pussy.

“feel me, sweet girl?” she questions from above you, her eyes half-lidded and a smirk on her lips as you’re in a mindless haze, completely drunk off her cock.

her right pointer finger traces the slight bulge in your abdomen, tilting her head as she licks her lips at the sight, rutting her hips against your poor cunt, the silicone balls of the dildo rubbing against the lower half of your pussy. “such a good girl f’me… taking my big dick…”

“s’sadie! ohhhh fuck, s-so big…” you mindlessly whisper to her, not caring how fucked you look as your fingers dug deep into her veiny forearms.

she nods her head at your words. “oh yeah, absolutely baby… you feel this right? so deep in your pretty cunt.” she tilts her head, moaning at feeling your fingers dig into her forearms. “you like this, huh? just letting me fuck you so mindlessly…”

you nod your head enthusiastically at her words, eyes rolling back at the tip of the dildo pressing against your g-spot.

she’s always been like this; innocent and nice with fans at stage doors and events— putting it under the guise of ‘being nice to fans’ and soft spoken during interviews— but when she gets home and in bed with you? it’s like a switch flipped and she got nasty with her words, dirty with her hands and hips, fucking the moans out of you.

she worships your pussy, and she ain’t shy about it, but anyone who saw her in public wouldn’t second guess that she was vanilla as fuck.

the same girl who gets flustered when fans give her gifts? the same girl who bends you over the kitchen counter and sticks two fingers in your hole.

the same girl who spaces off during interviews whenever she's not being talked to? the same girl who forces you to keep your eyes on her.

the same girl who laughs out of shyness when someone praises her? the same girl who calls you a slut and good girl in the same breath.

it's an intoxicating difference; but you love it! way too much.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: wow, two posts in one night, who knew??? I need her so bad, it’s so insane. she’s so hot. plus, that new spider-man trailer was so good, can’t wait to see her ass in this movie. i’m crying (so is my pussy) i need her to fuck me so bad.

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A QUICK FIX. 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃

‎✧˚₊‧ down bad! peter parker who fucks like he’s mindless !

it’s not like he’s touch starved for any sort of real connection; everyone who he loves doesn’t know who he is, he doesn’t have anyone to go home to besides that red and blue stupid spider-man suit that mocks him from the hanger. he watches the news as people cheer for him but no one wants him.

truly wants him. peter parker, not spider-man.

peter parker is a man who is starved of touch. he can live with no connection— it was just him and his aunt for many years… but the feeling of another person’s hands on him that wasn’t some goon in manhattan trying to put him to early retirement… it was foreign to him.

it’s been four years since mj, and he hasn’t felt anything on his body… except now, his breaking point.

youre not quite sure how you ended up in his vicinity anyway, but you did. you were simply in professor banners class when he came running in at the last minute, completely sloppy looking and out of his mind to talk to the professor. you stayed back to watch him ramble to him, seeing how disgruntled he looked, the bruises on his jaw and his forearm peaking out under the empire state hoodie.

when he left, you left, and you asked for his number.

that’s how you ended up here; in his messy bed, his cock thrusting in and out of you like a piston. he’s rough with his thrusts but gentle with his hands, like his fingers are trying to mark every single inch of your body, his lips haven’t left your neck since he’s thrusted.

“o-oh god baby.” he whispers, voice cracking under the pressure of your pussy clenching down on him. your nails rake down his biceps,

you moan around him, listening to his chorus of whimpers and pleads as the wet sound of his cock forcing its way into your puffy folds fills his mundane apartment bedroom. “f-fuck peter! keep going! oh fuck!”

the apartment walls in this place may not be the thickest, but peter’s cock is, so you don’t care that your moans could probably be heard from top floor to basement.

he moans when your fingers create more markings into his body, his senses going haywire with each stroke of his dick. “feels good baby? pussy needing me s’so much, don’t you?” he whispers, sucking on his right thumb before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. “never letting you go, swear to god, fucking christ…”

each one of his thrusts picks up with the speed and velocity only a man like peter parker could display. you couldn't describe it but you felt so full but so good at the time time. your eyes rolled back as he kisses your cheek, feeling his balls slap against your clit.

he kept thrusting like he had something to lose; his hands touched you like he was trying to keep a reminder to himself what a female body felt like, what another human's body felt like under his own callous palms.

he's never felt like this in four years, and now, he's a selfish man and who could blame him?

peter was a man suffering in silence, currently thrusting into you like he was personally trying to break your cervix— and you didn't mind it, feeling like heaven itself as his forearms cage your head, kissing your face even as the tears flow from overstimulation, his mouth catching each one.

he brings you closer and closer, groaning deep into your ear as you tighten around him. the bed was louder than you at some points but you didn't even try to be quiet.

if anyone truly knew what peter parker was suffering with for four years... they'd understand why he fucks like this. why he fucks like it's his last day on earth. why his cock ruins you like it's never done before... and you didn't quite understand the full extent of it...

you just understood peter parker making you cum, and feeling ropes of his hot and heavy cum filling your pussy.

and in the same night? he tucks you in and sneaks out the fire escape, because peter parker only gets temporary joy when the city needs spiderman all the time.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, brand new day is gonna eat so hard. ive never written for peter, but he was so fucking fine in that trailer, so why not write for him. sadie, tom, and zendaya in the same movie + promotion is gonna be so funnnnn, I can’t fucking wait. I do not care; i will somehow get a sadie hot ones episode as well as a sadie vs tom hot ones episode because I said so.

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A QUICK FIX. [18+] 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃

‎✧˚₊‧ being bruce wayne’s favorite lil call girl aka guilty pleasure

you didn’t know how you get intertwined with the billionaire; but one night after he saw your cute little ad in a fashion magazine with your face and body, he knew he had to get in touch with you.

you’re his favorite lil stress relief when he’s had a hard night as batman. you don’t know he’s the crime fighting vigilante who’s all over the news. you don’t even realize it because he’s fucking you too good to realize that the scars on his back and his forearms aren’t naturally caused by regular-day interference; he’s throwing his body to the wolves, and to your bedsheets.

“bruce! oh fuck! bruce!” you moan as his cock bullies in and out of you, his black hair messy and his hands holding onto the back of your neck and the headboard respectively as he fucks you.

he’s just… so busy and it takes a toll on him, so he uses all his anger and all his stress and he translates it into his thrusts into your sobbing cunt.

“fuckin’ take it.” he whispers, leaning down and pressing a kiss on the center of your spine. “you’re a good girl f’me, i know you can take it.”

deep down, he knows it’s wrong to just pay you money and fuck until his balls are empty. he knows it’s wrong to not give you more than just money and a quick orgasm— he should probably take you on a date, invite you out sometime, hell, even just reach out at a normal hour like a normal person— but he can’t help himself, truly. bruce can’t help himself when it comes to your cunt, he needs it like a bastard in a desert with no water.

you loved the way he fucked you, the way his dirty mouth echoed through your ear and pleasure seeped into your bones with no issue whatsoever. the bed rocked as he continued to thrust mindlessly into you.

“bruce! ‘m gonna— fuck! gonna cum!” you warn him, fingers digging into the pillow under you’re pushed and pushed closer to the edge of your orgasm.

he grinned above you, a small one but still a grin, as his right thumb strokes the back of your neck, his left hand gripping a good chunk of your ass. “come on, sweetheart, cum for me.”

it didn’t take you any more time to roll your eyes back and hit your orgasm, walls clamping down harsh on bruce’s thick cock as your body strained, pleasure flooding your senses.

and all bruce could do? continue the pistons of his hips and watch you with happiness (and try to avoid cumming in you) as his eyes soaked in the sight of you cumming all over his cock.

you're too dumb on his cock to realize he cummed in you-- far too ruined as he tucks you into bed, making sure your bedsheets were okay and tipping you a little extra-- and bruce is known to tip mighty well. he walks out of your apartment with a smile, no lingering guilt as he returns to his cave, his own personal cravings fulfilled.

of course when he hits you up all over again for a little 'stress relief?', you're going to have to reschedule with your other client to help the vigilante out!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: call girls/stripper au’s— both male and female, are lowkey my guilty pleasure because i luv writing the male characters the strippers and the female characters the call girls. this originally was a lumax, stripper! lucas x stressed! max but love the idea of bruce wayne, especially pattinson’s reclusive bruce, resorting to call girls/strippers for sex, just a lil fucked up thought I love to think about a little too much…

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COLLEGE KIDS IN THE MODERN DAY! LUMAX [18+] where LUCAS SINCLAIR is fucking obsessed with project hail mary. he fucking loves outer space, he loves the colors in it, and he’s a die hard ryan gosling fan.

MAX MAYFIELD? appreciates the film, and loves the way lucas geeks out over the film over and over again. he posts about it all the time, including it in the top 3 of his favorite gosling films— behind la la land and drive. he sees it about five times in the theatre, dragging a happy to spend time with her boyfriend max along with him.

he’s not annoying about it; he doesn’t recite the lines or ruins it for everyone else like some may think an obsessed fan like him would do.

he appreciates the film ten times over when he sees it over and over again. he appreciates the humor and the striking visuals and the humor. he appreciates the attempted accuracy of a new age earth, and he’s appreciative of max coming along to each screening.

max on the other hand? seems normal right? seems like a happy go lucky girlfriend who got to do what she wanted to do so she’s indulging in his hobby… right?

well, sort of, why? because max’s panties are soaking fucking wet at the sight of lucas so knowledgeable about the film, quietly whispering to her parts of the film that would be scientifically accurate and impossible, quiet enough that no one else hears when they’re in the back rows… and max? max can’t fucking handle it.

for how flirty and sexy her boyfriend is, the geekiness is ten times more than that… and they’d probably be arrested but who cares, because when it comes to the sixth time they go see the film… they don’t end up watching it.

because max is too busy riding on her boyfriend’s thick cock during the movie, his hands gently rocking her as he keeps talking the geeky stuff that got her into this position in the first place.

“oh, and ryland and that space crew going lightyears? not possible— possible, oh fuck baby.” lucas tries to tell her, his hands fixated on her hips as he meets her bounces half way with languid thrusts.

“keep going.” max moans, leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto his neck, scratching his forearms hard. “k-keep talking. ‘m so close. so fucking close, lucas.”

lucas smirks at her response. as geeky and smart he is, he’s still a cocky asshole who knows the ways to rearrange her guts. (even if he’s whimpering while doing so!) “humans don’t have the technology for lightyear travel— ah! oh fuckkkk, humans don’t h-have the proper mass for it and time dilation occurs, and nasa for their credit haven’t gotten tha— ahhhhh, that fuck— that far yet.”

and when the loudest part of the second half of the movie happens? max moans against lucas’ mouth and cums all over his cock, and lucas finishes in the condom.

coast clear. nobody saw them because of course they weren’t. movie theatres are always their favorite places.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: as you can see, i love lumax oh so much. they’re so beloved to me, they’re such freaks and i wont take anything else for an answer. i hate when mf’s ignore the fact that lucas is a geek and max actually likes him. max mayfield and lucas sinclair, im so sorry for what this fandom has done to you.

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A QUICK FIX. [18+] 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃

‎✧˚₊‧ possessive! steve harrington stealing jonathan’s camera to take your nudes !

there was something steve knew would piss your ex boyfriend off more than anything in the world.

it wasn’t having sex with you, it wasn’t even dating you, no, jonathan byers wasn’t possessive like that. at least, over a person he wasn’t that possessive. he was smart to know that. no, instead, he was possessive over his true baby; his camera. his pride and joy. what gets him when no one else does… and steve harrington was petty enough to ruin that for him.

just a little. for making him mad that jonathan would do such a thing and talk to you.

so during his off chance from one of the four million jobs he worked and when jonathan wasn’t looking, steve took the older byer’s camera and didn’t make it look suspicious… keeping it a secret from you until it came down to it.

you didn’t realize he stole the camera until he was eight inches deep into you, his balls rustling against your lower clit, and you were four orgasms deep into pleasure to even realize it.

he thrusted harder and harder as he turned on the thing, making sure it had film in the thing before aiming it straight at you.

eyes rolled back, messy hair sticking to your forehead, hickies all across your neck, the camera flash didn’t register ‘till seconds after and by then, you were already drooling.

“s-steve! ah! ah! w-what was that— oh god!” he didn’t let up, that’s what pissed you off. you couldn’t get a good grip on things because he kept on thrusting, kept hitting your g-spot continuously, and keeping the pleasure moving.

he shrugs, smiling as the camera’s screen reloads back to normal and he aims it again, this time the lens pointed to your ruined folds. “shhhh, pretty girl, just lemme do this.”

it’s not that you didn’t like the idea of this, it was just blurry in the moments. “i swear to g-uh! steveeeee.”

“since you wanna flirt with him…” he hints at, leaning down and kissing your trembling lips as he takes another picture. “let’s just give him some good jerk off material!”

and before you knew it, he lifted the camera above his head, capturing both you and him in it, lips on each other’s… and takes another photo.

“there you go… good girl. johnny boy will be lucky to have these babies…” he says, almost wanting to keep them for himself, but the possessiveness took over.

you huff, looking at him as your tits bounced in front of you with each thrust he was able to get out, your walls clenching around him. “steve… you’re such a dickhead.”

“oh so i’ve heard.” he shoot’s back, throwing the camera to the side and putting both hands back on each side of your head, dedicating his focus back to you again.

and you weren’t surprised when next time you saw jonathan byers, he tucked that camera away from you with a blush across his cheeks.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: i luv possessive! steve harrington, he’s a lil red flag but it’s fine, he’s cute!

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A QUICK FIX. [18+] 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃

‎✧˚₊‧ being blind! max mayfield's good little sex toy !

with the way that blind! max touches your body, you forget she was blind sometimes.

behind those blue eyes that don’t give max any help whatsoever, or behind the oval glasses that hide her blindness and support them in the sunlight or bright fluorescent lights some buildings may have, her hands touch your body with a level of gentle warmth that you’d never expect out of someone who can’t see your body.

her hips are thrusting languidly, the rubber toy squelching in and out of your sobbing pussy as your fingers dug into her stomach, feeling the lines of her abs that she had. “m-max… oh fuck, max.”

she clicks her tongue, looking in the direction of your sounds. “pretty girl…” she whispers, her right and left hand coming up to your breasts, taking a squeeze of them as her thumbs stroked over your hardening nipples. “bet your body’s so pretty f’me right now.”

you nod your head, eyes rolling back when the bulbous tip of the toy hits the right spot within your cunt. “s-so pretty for you, maxie… so w-wet for you…”

she smiles, shaking her head as her right hand drifts down— her left hand makes sure to twist that nipple of yours, making you yelp and moan at the same time— the fingers of her right hand finding your cunt after a slow drift down your body. even if you’ve been with her for years now, she still loves touching every inch of your body.

“fuck me, sweetheart.” she begins, pulling out until only the tip remains before thrusting back in, your walls uselessly trying to clamp down on her, but you’re too stretched out to even help. “so needy for my cock, bet you don’t want me to stop?”

you shake your head vigorously, cheeks heating up as you grab at her forearms. “don’t stop. don’t stop touching me. don’t stop fucking me, max, please.” you beg, so shameless with it as well. “i’ll be good, so so good, just don’t stop.”

she lifts her hand up and lands a quick slap to your cunt, a small one, it stings but it doesn’t hurt. “keep begging, love your voice when i hear it…” she tells you, squeezing your tit again.

and you did. you moaned again at both sensations and your mouth babbled on about needing her strap, needing her mouth, about needing her big cock ruining your pussy… because you are max mayfield’s little slut, and she can’t even see the look on your face.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: blind! max mayfield’s gotta be my favorite headcanon. the duffers are dumb asf for at least making her a lil blind. besides, max mayfield and matt murdock are literally the same person!

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A QUICK FIX. [18+] 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃

‎✧˚₊‧ fratbro! sukuna who doesn’t believe anal is cheating !

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he’s sly with it too. he knows you have a boyfriend, he knows that you’re very (which is a loose word here) loyal girlfriend to your boyfriend…

but he truly doesn’t believe that if he’s not fucking your cunt, it isn’t cheating!

you tried to resist him, to give yourself a little bit of credit, you really did… but with the way he was looking at you throughout this entire party, the way his eyes lingered on your body for too long. he danced with a different girl but the entire time? he was looking directly at you.

which is how you got in this situation: in his bed on the second floor of his house, laying on your side with a slight edge towards the bed. your fingers curl into the bedsheets, your entire body feeling hot— his fingers ruined your hole and fuck, his cock was huge.

“ryomen… r’ryomen…” you whisper, looking up at him as both of his hands knead at your ass cheeks, his bulbous tip sitting in your tight hole.

he grins, his sharper teeth showing as his tattooed hands squeezed at your skin. “moaning for my dick and i haven’t even thrusted in…” he mutters, clicking his tongue as he slowly eases into you— which is a surprise ‘cause he does not look like the type to go slow. “you sure you didn’t want me? or your just so needy for someone to pay attention to this hole of yours? cause sure as shit your boyfriend ain’t.”

moaning into the sheets, pleasure flows through your veins as each of sukuna’s inches are pushed into you. “s-shut up, you asshole… oh fuck!”

he shakes his head, keeping one hand on your ass and moving his other hand into your hair. “oh but why should i? for someone who says she’s okay with the cock she receives at home… you sure as hell need mine… not like ‘m complaining, hun.”

guilt didn’t even rack your head— it’s fucked up in a way, that you didn’t feel guilty for any of this. how could you?

when all you can think about right now is his thick cock stretching out your hole, you truly couldn’t think about anything else.

he twirls a piece of your hair around his finger, groaning as you clamp down around him with harsh force. “oh god, sweet girl… clamping down on me so much…”

“ryomen… s’so good… oh fuck.” you don’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, your eyes rolling back behind your head as your body shakes.

and before you knew it, you felt his fingers that were previously on your ass on your abdomen… feeling the bulge his cock is leaving in your stomach.

“there i am, filling you so good.” he whispers, tracing the outline with his pointer finger. “now, forget ‘bout that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend and cry for my cock.”

you hate the effect he had on your body, because the moment he began to thrust in and out of your hole? your boyfriend left your mind in complete ease and you do exactly what he told you to do; cry for his cock.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: first iteration of my little fratbro! sukuna idea— trying to finish a big fic with fratbro! sukuna x florist! reader but this was cooked in between finishing it. he’s such an ass but i need him so!

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REGISTERED DRIVER: boyband member! steve harrington!

INSPECTION REPORT: steve is a sly bastard, he loves showing you off to the public, showing the world his sexy girlfriend… and when he needs a girl’s moans for an upcoming song… he knows just the way to get them!

ⓘ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 SYSTEM OVERVIEW: 18+ CONTENT, fem! reader, oral sex (steve! receiving), hair pulling, gagging, cum swallowing, dirty talk, male whimpering, recording during sex, size kink, big dick! steve harrington (per usual), slightly risky sex, sharing cum via kisses!

the thing with steve harrington is the fact that you knew damn well he was a risky man.

he loved public sex, he loved public displays of affection, he loved the idea of showing you off— half of his personal instagram is you, it should be obvious that he loves showing you off in any facet he can and is able to get his hands on…

but this? even this was a little too risky.

“here, sexy, ‘m gonna put the mic up to your mouth and just make those sounds f’me, okay?”

that was a simple order by him. it was truly a simple thing to do… what complicated it? well, you had his dick stuffed into your mouth, that was the issue.

steve (who was in charge of sound mixing with some of the other guys while jonathan was in charge of instruments and eddie was for lyrics), for the band’s upcoming album, stuck to the sexual aspect of their lyrics and production. they never strayed away from it, especially him, and in this album, he embraces it. so, in one of the tracks… he wanted a girl’s very explicit moans to play under the layers of the drum machine and synthesizers. and of course, he chose your pretty moans as the background moans.

you dug your nails into both his thighs, his shorts pulled down to his knees as you sat on your knees, digging into the carpet of his home studio, feeling his right hand handle the mic arm to put it close to your smeared lips as his left hand held your hair up, one earpiece of the headphone out.

“s-steve…” you moan out, spit exiting your mouth and slathering all over his cock, some of the drops dripping down to his happy trail.

he groans out loud, soft but you’re able to hear him, his lips curving into a smirk. “oh yeah, that’s fucking perfect…” he whispers, clicking some stuff on his laptop, logging it onto the recording software as the audio track shows high humps of noise as your moans process into the microphone. “you’re so pretty, sweetheart.”

you bop your head up and down, using your right hand to stroke him in conjunction with your thrusts of your mouth, tongue laying flat on the underside of him.

he leans back in the chair, taking turns glancing at the computer, to make sure the audio recording program is working as well as look at you as you suck him off.

“steve… oh fuck…” you vibrate against his mouth, feeling him jolt in the chair at the vibrations of your own mouth. “so- so big— fuck…”

“ohhhhh hell.” he squeezes his eyes shut, a soft quiet whimper falling from his lips as you suck down on the base of his cock, his tip kissing the back of your throat as you bring him ever so closer to finishing.

you are able to plunge your head faster, breathing through your nose. your right hand remains on his cock, stroking him as you blow as your left hand pushes up on his shirt, looking straight at his abs; he twitches in your mouth. “c’mon steve…” you beg, popping off his cock for one moment to take a breath, letting spit fall from your lips down his tip and long shaft. “I know you wanna cum… cum for me… lemme taste your sweet cum.”

and before he could respond, you slide your mouth on him again. he lets out a moan, back arching off the chair a bit as whimpers leaves his mouth. his hands are shaky as he holds the microphone, still close to your mouth, capturing your moans.

“baby… oh fuck…” he jerks his hips up, causing the tip of his dick to press against your throat. “gonna cum… gonna fill your pretty mouth up… angel, holy shit."

you nod your head, squeezing his balls in your right hand as you bring him right to his orgasm, sucking hard on the base of him. "d-do it, big boy." you say through the gags of his cock in your mouth, shooting vibrations all the way through him.

and it doesn’t take you long to feel him, to taste the sweet substance of his cum hitting the back of your throat. it also doesn’t help that he pushed your head all the way down to the base of him, your nose digging into his happy trail.

the microphone shakes harsher as steve cums down your throat, the device capturing everything that your mouth is producing onto the audio section, seeing the blue lines pitch upwards as it captures the sounds.

the taste of hot cum fills the back of your throat as you swallow it easily, taking each thick rope with precision. the taste lingers in your throat, a sense of relaxation washing over you.

steve slumps against the chair, the mic still in his hand and recording the noises as you slurp up each rope.

“ohhhhhh god, baby.” he whispers, his body trembling as you clean him up. “so- so good, you like tasting me, huh?”

you nod your head, popping off his cock with a wet sound as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “tastes so good, steve.” you whisper, a little cockdrunk and the mic picks it up perfectly.

you lean up a little and pushes forward, pressing a kiss onto steve’s lips, making him taste his own cum.

he whimpers against your lips as his free hand wraps behind your head, opening his mouth and licking the inside of your mouth, taking a little bit of his own cum and bringing it into his mouth, swallowing it and making a vibration against your lips.

“mhm… you taste good.” you whisper, putting both hands on his abdomen, pressing harder than you mean to. “taste yourself, handsome.”

steve does what you tell him to do, tasting his own semen and the taste lingers in his mouth, but a smile spread across his face, helping you into his lap. “salty goodness.”

it takes steve a little bit to finish his bit of the song, who could blame him anyway? when he has an angel moaning in his headphones, of course he’s going to take a little bit longer!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: this might’ve been slightly inspired by breaking bad when jesse is like “you want a wire? okay, speak into the mic”. this has been sitting in my drafts as the first part of my boy band! steve harrington AU that is totally inspired by *NSYNC because I luvvv them, and I had the biggest crush on a young justin timberlake.

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the threesome fic is calling to me. the threesome fic is scratching at my brain. the threesome fic is in the walls and wanting to come out. the threesome fic is itching to be released from it’s enclosure.

sadlivia x reader: sadie and olivia competing to see who can make you cum faster, seeing who decides to tap out first. both of them comparing the nudes you send them separately. arguing about what color lingerie looks better on your body.

thinking too much about it. both of them at the same time.

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SHOP INQUIRY: a list of the cars in the shop right now to get modified for the 3K celebration. each car has a special engine with different specs and ignition parts. these engines are special because they are built with blueprints for a pre-existing version of the engine! all cars will be listed down below alongside the overview of said engine, their specs, and the car's owner.

BLUEPRINTS: 3,000 followers celebration! 3,000 loyal followers have signed up to follow the shop and it's ever-growing garage!

ENGINE #1: "BYE BYE BYE!"

car owner: sexually frustrated! matt murdock!

engine overview: you’re dating matt murdock, but there’s something about him that you can’t understand. he’s always gone at night, his law office sees him more than you do, and the relationship is holding on by a thread. there’s only so much a girl like you can take and there’s only so many times matt can have his feelings played with until he breaks !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. bratty! fem! reader. rough sex. spitting. outside sex. playing with emotions. orgasm control. dominant! matt murdock.

ENGINE #2: "IT'S GONNA BE ME!"

car owner: bsf! steve harrington!

engine overview: steve harrington is your best friend, he also has a fucking burning hatred for your boyfriend so of course, he’s going to wait until you come back to him !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. fem! bratty! reader. breeding kink. possessiveness. filming during sex. perv! steve.

ENGINE #3: "SPACE COWBOY (YIPPIE YI YAY!)"

car owner: cowboy bebop au! gojo satoru!

engine overview: gojo satoru is a high ranking member of the inter-solar system police, and you just happen to be a sexy criminal he needs to hunt down !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. criminal! fem! reader. power imbalance. use of handcuffs. doggy style. gun play (only the handle). ass play.

ENGINE #4: "JUST GOT PAID!"

car owner: porn cameraman! jason todd!

engine overview: in order to get his check for the month, jason todd has to go through you— luckily, you have a very persuasive way of giving him his check for being such a good camera man !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. pornstar! fem! reader. quickie. riding. belly bulge. couch sex. rough sex. spit sharing.

ENGINE #5: "IT MAKES ME ILL"

car owner: ex boyfriend! dick grayson!

engine overview: dick grayson would rather burn himself alive than ever watch your new boyfriend interact with you… too bad you two are reckless as fuck and end up back in each other’s beds!

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. taken! fem! reader. cheating. rough sex. breaking the bed. unapologetic! dick grayson. photos during sex.

ENGINE #6: "THIS I PROMISE YOU!"

car owner: reanimator! gojo satoru!

engine overview: gojo satoru, high ranking scientist, part time lover boy, and using his gifts of creation, he makes you; a lover for him, and you experience life for the first time while experiencing the miracle that is gojo satoru’s cock !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. re-animated! fem! reader. loss of virginity. gentle sex. lover boy! patronizing! gojo satoru. desk sex. unprotected sex. size kink.

ENGINE #7: "NO STRINGS ATTACHED!"

car owner: jock fwb! yuji itadori!

engine overview: you and yuji itadori have one very serious rule for your little situation— absolutely no feelings are attached to you two… but of course, that doesn’t work out when he’s ball deep inside of you !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. college! fem! reader. dirty talk. praise kink. love confessions during sex. rough sex. muscle kink.

ENGINE #8: "DIGITAL GET DOWN!"

car owner: long distance! gojo satoru!

engine overview: after coming to the realization that you, his gorgeous girlfriend has refused pleasuring yourself when he's away, gojo satoru brings it to his hands to deal with !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. fem! reader. usage of sex toys. phone sex. size kink. dirty talk. cocky! gojo satoru.

ENGINE #9: "BRINGIN' DA NOISE!"

car owner: fratbro! steve harrington!

engine overview: at a boring house party with your fraternity bro boyfriend, steve harrington decides to add another sound to the already loud house music !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. college! fem! reader. quickie. bathroom sex. big dick! steve harrington. voice kink. semi-public sex.

ENGINE #10: "THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING YOU!"

car owner: possessive! frat! sukuna ryomen!

engine overview: sukuna ryomen loves you and you love that he loves you… but one thing about him? he’s possessive, and it’s not even close. too bad a fellow frat brother decides to linger at you for too long for sukuna’s liking !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. college! fem! reader. rough sex. mating press. possessive sex. marking. ass slapping.

ENGINE #11: "I'LL BE GOOD FOR YOU!"

car owner: submissive! boxer! jason todd!

engine overview: jason todd is a prolific boxer… who happens to be your boyfriend, but he’s also in deep shit right now, and he’s willing to do anything to get you back after he misses a date night to train for an upcoming event !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. fem! reader. apology sex. begging. orgasm control. whimpering! pussy whipped! jason todd.

ENGINE #12: "I THOUGHT SHE KNEW!"

car owner: himbo! jock! dick grayson!

engine overview: dick grayson may be a bulky, nice, jock at your university that you happen to be dating… but he was also very very very oblivious at some times… including forgetting your anniversary !

ⓘ car specs: 18+ CONTENT. dominant! fem! reader. humiliation. rough sex. munch! dick grayson. orgasm control. cumming in pants.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: thank youuuu for 3K followers, holy shit. I thank you all so fucking much for supporting the page, for liking my shit, and for continuing to show me your support and i thank you so much! so to celebrate, here are 12 fics, alinging with NSYNC's "no strings attached" album because i luv this band and i've been wanting to do something like this for a while! i'll try to post these consistently but i hope u continue to support me, i thank you all for the existing support, and i hope u enjoyed whichever one you read! in between these fics will be regular fics as well as requests in my inbox!

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A QUICK FIX. [18+] 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂

‎✧˚₊‧ nobody really wants to deal with your bitchy attitude; so instead… steve fucks it out you !

growing up, steve was always taught to deal with his problems hands on.

which is why he was doing what he was doing to you.

see; he never finds you bitchy like everyone else does. sure, you have an attitude on you, but he wouldn’t go as far as to call it ‘bitchy’ per say, even though… yeah, it definitely fell into that category.

but steve harrington heard about your little attitude problem and took it on with glee and a hard cock.

he loved seeing the attitude on you, he thought it was one of your sexiest characteristics, even when you were bitchy with him. he knew how to deal with it and he definitely knew how to handle you. he loved how you got in public, how you complained and how easy it was for him to break that attitude out of you. complaints never flew well with him.

but right now? he’s not really up for the attitude. not that you weren’t hot as you were giving him shit as each thrust rocks you harder.

“baby. fucking hell.” he whispers, his balls clenching as your walls clamp down on him. your nails were making prominent marks on his forearms, decorating the pale hairy arm that was digging into the bed. the bed creaked with each thrust he made.

you were feeling each stroke of his cock more and more, the tip of his girthy shaft hitting the deepest parts within you and making you feel like heaven itself... but you couldn't let him think he was in the clear yet, of course. "f-faster, steve... c'mon." you whine.

steve huffs, adjusting his hips and continuing to push his hips faster and faster. "trying my hardest, baby, not my fault you're so needy." he whispers, bringing you in for a kiss as a moan vibrates off his lips and into his mouth, your tongue swiping across his bottom teeth.

you huff against his lips, squeezing your fingers around his forearms as you rock against him. "c'mon steve... 'know you can do better than this." you mutter, licking a strip along his jawline. ""y'you're not trying hard enough."

steve's pace slightly falters at your complaints, but he keeps pushing, only looking at you with half-lidded eyes, his right hand remaining in the sheets as his left hand wraps around your neck with gentle precision, his thumb going on your chin. "you know damn well that ain't true, hun."

"it is though! y-you used to be so much faster than t-this! oh fuck!" you knew just the words to get him to act the way you wanted him to.

steve's eyes roll back at your words, the vibration of your lips against his throat tickle him in the best way possible as he slams his hips into you, shoving his thumb into your mouth and feeling your tongue wrap around it with no issue, padding down on it.

"keep bitching 'bout my dick, see what happens, sugar." he says, pushing you down on the mattress and gaining momentum with no issue.

you seal your lips around his thumb, sucking on it as your legs wrap around his waist, meeting his thrusts midway as your cunt sucks him in with no issue. the thing about steve that you always loved was that no matter how much he got irriated with your attitude, with your lack of kind words to him during sex... he always listened to you. and that's what made him your favorite.

smirking even with him thumb in your mouth, you arch off the bed as he hits your g-spot dead-on.

“oh fuck!” you let out, fingers squeezing his thick forearms despite you wanting to keep up the facade that you’ve always kept— being around him and your cunt squeezing him like this? it was hard to keep your bitchiness up. “steve!”

he clicks his tongue, nodding his head in approval. “atta girl… lose the attitude, see what it gets you.”

and in no time, you feel him readjust and begin to piston into your needy cunt, making you see stars and completely forget about your comments about him not being quite like himself.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: brat tamer steve please save me. lowkey been really lumax pilled and might drop something with werewolf! max + vampire! lucas because fuckkkkk. been working with a friend on spideydevil x lumax as well, they've just been on the forefront of my mind recently because spidey brand new day and daredevil born again s2. working through requests right now and this one was the easiest for me! also have never done bitchy!reader so I hope I did her well (or at least tired, lmao)

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