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bisexual-thoughtss · 4 months

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Hey I was wondering if you can do a bernard x fem reader where when he comes back she's pissed off because he left and there's angry fucking

Bernard x Reader

Merry Christmas you filthy animals!! My first Bernard smut 😈

You’re going to kill Bernard.

It’s Christmas Eve and everything had gone to plan all night, until it hadn’t.

Bernard showed up to tell you that Santa needs help and that you’re in charge, quite literally blinking out of existence right in front of you before you could get a word in.

You wanted to scream, knowing all of his duties just fell onto your shoulders without warning. You powered through, fixing everything you could at the pole while Bernard fixed the problems on Santa’s end.

It had all turned out fine in the end but now you’re fuming in the aftermath, you can’t believe he just left you like that.

“Hey, sugarplum. Merry Christmas,” Bernard bends to kiss your cheek when he finally returns, looking as perky as ever. You scowl up at him from your chair, arms crossed over your chest. You had retreated to your room once everything was done and you’ve been waiting for him to arrive back.

He falters a bit at your lack uh of greeting, your cold stare stopping him in his tracks.

“S-sugar? Y’okay?” He trips over his words.

“What were you thinking,” you growl, standing up and stalking over to him. You poke a finger into his chest, pushing him back until his knees are against the side of the bed.

“Leaving me there with absolutely no warning,” you poke him again and he folds, landing on the mattress with a thud.

“No explanation,” you frown, crawling into his lap.

“What am I going to do with you?” You snap as he avoids your eyes.

Your fingers curl into his hair, pulling his head back until he’s forced to look at you. He goes a little slack as you tighten your hand in his hair, his eyes half lidded as you lean in to mouth at the point of his ear. He lets out an indecent moan when pull the tip into your mouth and suck before pulling back to look at him.

“Punish me?” He asks, looking delighted.

“You’re such a brat, way too excited about a punishment,” you shake your head fondly.

A light hand against his chest has him falling back into the sheets, already pliant underneath you. You grind against him teasingly, smirking as you feel him already hard.

“Excited already?” You tease and he blushes, squirming under you.

“Take this off,” you ruck up his shirt and he hurries to comply, his hat coming off with it. As you run your hands down his chest you stop to tweak a nipple just to hear him gasp. He looks so pretty all spread out. You reach down to rub him through his pants and he arches into it. You let him thrust against your hand until he’s begging for more, which you grant him. You shuffle his pants just out of the way enough for his length to slap against his stomach and he sighs happily when you take him in hand, groaning as you spit into your hand to ease the slide. Soon enough the pre steadily leaking from his tip is slicking the way easily. You palm over the head a few times and he’s practically shaking. He’s starting to breathe heavily underneath you, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm.

“You close, baby?” You hum and he nods frantically, bucking into your fist. You give him one more stroke before letting go and he groans in disappointment, cock twitching sadly against his stomach.

“Please,” he uses those big puppy dog eyes on you, but you’re not giving in that easily.

“Mm, maybe next time,” you hum noncommittally, starting to jerk him off again, “maybe not.”

He’s writhing under you, begging for you to let him come. You can tell that he’s trying to keep his reactions lowkey to trick you into letting him come, but you know better. When he starts to gasp between his pleas for release, you let him go again and he moans sadly at the loss. He looks bewildered when you stand up.

“Maybe I should just leave you here, hard and aching for it,” you muse. His eyes are bigger than you’ve ever seen them as he whines pitifully for you not to.

“But that’s not my plan. Strip,” you order and he rushes to get his pants and shoes off. He stares up at you reverently as you take your clothes off, taking in your form like it’s the first time. You grab a condom and roll it onto him, keeping your touch light to avoid giving him too much stimulation. You straddle him again, huffing a laugh as his cock kicks under you desperately.

“You wanna be inside so bad, huh?” You coo and he groans.

“Yes, yes, please,” he begs, hips bucking up.

You decide to tease just a little more, grinding against his dick pressed between you and his stomach. He groans as you slide slickly against him, his head catching on your entrance. You finally give in mostly for your own sake, finally lifting your hips so he sinks into you. You sigh happily, grinding your clit against his pubic bone. He reaches out to grab your hips, but you smack his hands away. Grabbing his wrists, you bring them up over his head and press them into the mattress.

“Uh uh, you’re gonna take what I give you,” you grumble, “I’m in charge now.”

You raise your hips and drop them down hard, a strangled moan coming from Bernard. You fuck yourself on his cock, chasing your own pleasure. He whines as the slick sounds of the two of you fill the air, craning his neck as far as he can to wrap his lips around your nipple and suck. You let out a pleased hum at the vibrations as he moans around it.

“I’m close, please let me come,” he begs, hips flexing to try and buck into you.

“Sure, baby. You can come whenever you want,” you tell him and he looks thrilled, “but I’m not stopping until I’m finished.”

His face drops as he lets out a pretty moan.

“‘M so close, I’m not gonna last,” he whines.

“You gonna come? Just can’t help yourself, huh?” You tease and he can’t take it, throwing his head back with a groan as he comes. It exposes the length of his neck to you and you can’t help but lean down to give him a love bite. You’ve slowed down, but you don’t stop fucking him and he’s writhing underneath you. You let go of his wrists after you suck a couple more marks on his neck to brace against his chest, changing the angle of his cock deliciously. He’s hitting your gspot now with every thrust and you can feel your orgasm welling in your belly quickly.

“I’m- I think I’m gonna come again,” he whimpers, entirely overstimulated.

“Make me come,” you plead as you bounce desperately, his hand shooting down to rub your clit. It’s only a couple more thrusts before you’re both crying out. A steady stream of curses leaves your mouth as you come around him and you feel him pulse into the condom again. Once the aftershocks subside you go boneless, collapsing against his chest, his softening cock still inside you.

“You okay? Was that too much?” You make sure, petting his sweaty curls away from his face as he rubs your back.

“So good. Merry Christmas to me,” he smiles blissfully and you snort.

“Such a brat,” you laugh, pulling him into a kiss.

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #bernard the head elf #bernard the santa clause #bernard the elf #david krumholtz

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bisexual-thoughtss · 4 months

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I have a Bernard request 👉👈 maybe Bernard, right before the holiday season, works himself so much into a stress-induced anxious lather in front of you that he literally has a small panic attack and struggles to breathe, and you have to de-escalate him w/ kindness (and possibly cuddles)???

I combined this one with 🍀 anon’s ask, I hope you like it!

Bernard x Reader

You stick your head into the stuffing room, excited greetings ringing out when you’re spotted. You look around, spying piles of fluff, half stuffed animals, and hardworking elves.

“Hello, hi. Hey, you!” you greet a few of the elves, “Has anyone seen Bernard?”

“Last I saw he was headed toward the kitchen,” one elf pipes up.

“On a war path, I heard,” another mentions with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh oh,” you wince, “I better go talk him down.”

As you make your way through the hall, you don’t spot Bernard anywhere so you continue your hike toward the kitchens. Finally approaching the candy themed doors, you pull them open and head inside.

“How’s it going, everyone?” You ask cheerily as you pop in. Your smile falters a bit as you see the baking elves and their drained faces as they mumble replies to your question.

“Why the long faces?” You frown, looking around at them for answers. They avoid your gaze, halfheartedly rolling out cookie dough.

“Bernard yelled at us,” one of the elves finally admits and you grimace.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. You all know how he gets this close to Christmas,” you apologize.

“Do you know where he went?” You ask the elf nearest you.

“The toy floor,” she murmurs and your heart breaks at how downtrodden she seems.

“I’m gonna go find him, why don’t you guys take a break, huh? Have some cocoa,” you tell them and their faces light up. You grab a bagged cookie, tucking it in your pocket to use to talk Bernard down when you find him, and laughing as a chorus of ‘thank you!’ follows you out the door as you leave.

When you round the corner to the toy floor you spot Bernard right away. He’s gesturing and pointing while he talks to the painters, and you can see how tense his shoulders are from across the room.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” You hear someone behind you exclaim. You sidle up to Bernard just before it seems like he’s really going to snap.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you all over,” you smile, rubbing the velvet of his shirt over his bicep. He softens as soon as he hears your voice.

“Hi, sugar,” he smiles dopily for a second before his eyebrows furrow again. He looks like he’s about to turn and start again but you cut in as he opens his mouth.

“I’ve got something for you, c’mon,” you tell him, tugging lightly on his sleeve so he’ll follow you. He frowns, clearly wanting to stay and finish whatever lecture he’d started but he trails after you. When you finally make it off the toy floor he can’t stand it anymore.

“What do you have for me?” He finally asks.

“A break and a cookie,” you tell him as you reach the door to his office.

“I don’t have time for a break!” he insists.

“Yes, you do. You need one, you’re starting to take out your frustrations on the elves,” you argue.

“I can’t take a break, it’s almost Christmas!” His voice cracks.

“Santa has only checked his list once! The painters painted all the dump trucks green, the bakers aren’t meeting their cookie quota! The- the-“ he rants until his breath is coming out in short quick puffs and his hands are shaking.

“Whoa, hey, hey,” you reach out to hold onto his shirt as he sways slightly on his feet. You pull him into his office, and towards the plush couch against the wall. You sit the both of you down, scooting back to give him some space.

“Can you breathe with me?” You ask and he nods with wide eyes, breath rabbit quick.

“In, two, three…” you count a couple of breaths for him to follow, but it doesn’t seem to help calm him as much as you’d like.

“Can I touch you?” You ask and he croaks out a yes. You bring his hand up to press flat against your sternum, breathing deeply and encourage him to match your pace. The steady thudding of your heartbeat helps calm him down as he matches your breaths.

“Feel a little better?” You ask once you feel like his breathing is normal again and his hands have stopped shaking. You get a tiny ‘yeah’ and you can’t help but coo at how pitiful he sounds.

“Oh, honey,” you pull him to you, rubbing his back soothingly.

“C’mon, take some of this stuff off,” you murmur, taking his hat and necklace off, gently dropping them to the floor. He takes his bag off and deposits it in the pile as well.

“Lay down with me,” you suggest and he gives in easily. His head rests on your chest once you get settled, your fingers scratching against the nape of his neck. You hum an apology when he shivers at the touch, moving to pop open the button on the back of his collar to give him more room to breathe. By now you know better than to run your fingers through his hair and risk messing up his curls, so you move down to scratch his back lightly.

“Santa always gets the list done, he knows what he’s doing. The kitchen elves are doing their best. They seem to be on track to make enough, but you can always delegate a few more elves to help in the kitchen if you feel like they need it. And there’s nothing wrong with green dump trucks,” you talk him through his worries.

“I know it’s your job to take care of everything, but you have to take care of yourself too,” you remind him.

“What did I do to deserve you, sugarplum?” he wonders, voice muffled into your sweater.

“You must’ve been on the nice list,” you joke, poking him softly in the side to watch him squirm. You’re sure this must’ve taken a lot out of him, he seems ready to fall asleep any second and you’re more than willing to lay here as long as it takes for him to get a little rest.

“I love you, sugarplum,” he mumbles sleepily, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Love you too,” you press a kiss to his unruly curls as his breathing starts to even out.

“Did you say something about a cookie?” He looks up suddenly and asks, and you can’t help but let out a startled laugh.

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #bernard the head elf #bernard the santa clause #🍀

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bisexual-thoughtss · 4 months

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Hey!!! Hope your days going well. I saw you wanted to write more for Bernard and was wondering if you could do kind of like grumpy Bernard with a loveable and kind reader? Like it’s Christmas time and he’s obviously stressed and she’s super sweet trying to make sure everyone and everything is okay and all the other elves know that if he’s stressed or angry and they are able to lure her into the workshop he’ll get off their backs? Sorry if that’s too specific!! If so completely ignore this!!!

-🍀

Not too specific, super cute!

I hope you don’t mind I combined this with another ask, I think it turned out really sweet :-)

#bernard the elf x reader #🍀

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bisexual-thoughtss · 5 months

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I have 500 followers?! I can’t believe there’s 500 people who like reading the silly stuff I write enough to follow me 😭

I’m so happy to have carved out this little corner of the internet for characters people so rarely write about 🥹

Does anyone want to send in some holiday/Christmas themed requests for anyone I write for as a little celebration?

#tim laflour x reader #olivia benson x reader #stu macher x reader #chandler bing x reader #spencer reid x reader #bernard the elf x reader #peter parker x reader #egon spengler x reader #thomas thorne x reader #humphrey bone x reader #vince noir x reader

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bisexual-thoughtss · 5 months

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Does anyone have any requests they want to send in for Bernard? I'd love to write more for him!! Fluff/smut, anything ya'll want!

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #bernard the head elf #bernard the elf #bernard the santa clause #the santa clause

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bisexual-thoughtss · 5 months

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heyy!! so i have this idea but i would never be able to write it myself bc i suck at that 😭

i‘d love to see this with any of matthew lillards characters or just himself so its up to you 🫶🏼

maybe smth where he takes reader as his +1 to a wedding and they realise that they like each other more than just as friends while they‘re dancing 🥹

Tim Laflour x Reader

I loved this request, I think it came out really cute!!

“Will I have to wear a suit?” Tim grimaces when you ask him to be your plus one to your cousin’s wedding.

You weren’t thrilled when you’d received the invitation. You know your family won’t expect you to have anyone to bring, and you’d love to prove them wrong. You and Tim are just friends, but they don’t have to know that. And the chance to see Tim dressed up is too exciting to miss.

“No, it’s not that formal. Probably just a dress shirt, some nice pants? I ask you to pretend to be my boyfriend and you’re worried about your outfit?” You laugh and he blushes.

“Well yeah, pretending to be your boyfriend should be easy. Wearing a suit? Yuck,” he explains like it doesn’t make your stomach lurch with hope. Maybe this isn’t the best idea with the crush you have on him…

“So will you come?” You hit him with your best puppy eyes and he sighs heavily.

“Like I could say no to you,” he smiles wryly as you bounce excitedly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“It’s open!” Tim calls when you knock on his door the day of the wedding. When you enter Tim is just leaving his room, fiddling with his cuffs.

“Should I take out my piercings?” He worries, but you’re busy trying not to drool looking at him. The sleek all black outfit he’s wearing might actually be killing you. As you stare, you notice the little touches of his style. His lock necklace, the rolled sleeves, a chain hanging from his belt, his usual chunky boots. All of it makes you smile. You’re so busy staring at his clothes that you don’t see the moment he looks up from his sleeve, gaping at the velvet dress that adorns your figure.

“Why would you take out your piercings?” You finally look up at him. His face is flushed and he swallows hard before answering you. “Will your family be okay with them?” He looks nervous and you frown.

“Who cares? They probably wouldn’t be pleased with anyone I brought. I want to bring you, not some weird naked-faced version of you,” you tell him, making him laugh.

“Besides, you look good,” you emphasize as he squirms at the compliment.

“Okay,” he smiles bashfully, “let’s get going, eh?”

It’s not until you’re at the wedding reception, fielding questions from your family that you realize maybe you should’ve discussed your fake relationship’s backstory.

All through dinner one of your cousins had quizzed you on your relationship like she thought you weren’t actually dating and was trying to catch you in a lie. She was right, but you’d be damned if you let her figure that out. Tim had done wonderfully, answering politely, telling cute stories about you, flashing that sweet smile. He was a damned good actor. You’d done your best to fill in helpfully to the conversation, while barely able to think of anything but wiping that snobby look off her face. Once they cut the cake, you see your chance out of the conversation and take it.

“Oh, let’s get some cake!” You tap Tim’s arm.

“Sweet tooth,” he teases, making your stormy mood dissolve.

Once you make it to the cake table, Tim grabs a large piece.

“Wow, who’s the sweet tooth now?” You poke.

“All the pieces are huge, I figured we could share,” he hands you a second fork you didn’t see him grab, “that okay?”

“Yeah, good idea,” you smile fondly. You’re surprised when he spears a bite, holding it out to you. You blush as you take it, the action feeling strangely intimate. You groan at the sugar bursting across your tongue.

“Damn, that’s good cake,” you mumble after swallowing and he laughs. You both scoot towards the wall to get out of everyone’s way, sharing the cake slice while people watching.

As you’re finishing, you see your aunt walking towards you out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh fuck,” you mumble, knowing she never holds her tongue. You lean over to whisper in Tim’s ear, his arm coming around your waist to steady you.

“Sorry in advance,” you whisper and he chuckles, trying to keep his face neutral.

“Hello dear,” your aunt drawls, already setting your teeth on edge, “who’s this?”

“This is Tim, my boyfriend,” you smile at him, winding your arm around his waist and squeezing lightly.

“So how did you end up with him?” Your aunt asks and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at her and the way she’s sneering at him.

“We met at school. As soon as I saw her, I knew I was done for,” Tim cuts in with a smile before you can say something scathing. His hand on your waist squeezes placatingly and you can feel your grip relax from where you’d balled it up in Tim’s shirt without realizing.

Your aunt hums noncommittally and you find yourself terribly in need of a drink.

“I think we’re gonna head over to the bar,” you plaster a forced smile on your face and drag Tim with you.

“If looks could kill, she’d be dead,” Tim laughs when you make it to the bar.

“She was being a bitch,” you scowl as you land on a barstool, which only makes Tim laugh harder. He leans around you, ordering your favorite drink and something for himself. Him rattling off your order easily makes your frown melt away. You thank him with a smile when he takes the drink from the bartender, handing it to you before settling onto the stool next to you. Sipping at your drink, you glance around the room at the other guests. You roll your eyes when you see your aunt whispering to your uncle and pointing to spots on her face. You just know she’s saying something insulting about Tim’s piercings. Tim’s hand finds your knee where the slit of your dress exposes it, his thumb rubbing soothingly. Your tummy erupts in butterflies as his warmth seeps into your skin.

“Oh I love this song,” you mention offhandedly as the music changes.

“Let’s dance,” Tim suggests and you laugh.

“You know I can’t dance,” you scoff, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

“Who cares? You don’t have to be good at it, it’ll be fun either way,” he nudges you and you groan.

“Alright, fine,” you grumble, quickly downing the rest of your drink, making Tim snort. He drags you by the hand out to the dance floor, immediately breaking into the goofiest dance move that makes you laugh embarrassingly loud. He takes both of your hands, pulling you into a series of made up dances before releasing one hand and twirling you less than gracefully. You’re out of breath from laughter when you’re spun back into Tim’s chest. The music shifts and you realize it’s changed to a slow dance. You pick yourself up off Tim but he pulls you back to his chest.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs, and you couldn’t say no to that face even if you wanted to. Your hands drape around his neck as his find your waist. As the two of you sway gently, Tim can’t help but take in every detail of you.

“You’re staring,” you tease.

“You’re beautiful,” he counters, a blush lighting up your face.

“You don’t have to pretend when no one’s around,” you remind him and he frowns.

“I’m not pretending. You look beautiful,” he murmurs, still gently swaying you. You’ve never seen him look so sincere and it makes your stomach swoop dangerously.

“In fact, I’m tired of pretending. Like I don’t want to tell you you’re beautiful everyday, like I haven’t wanted to kiss you since the moment we met,” he admits, eyes flicking to your lips.

Your fingers weave into the hair at the nape of his neck without thought as you pull him to you, pressing your lips to his tentatively. He melts into the kiss, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as he slots his lips against yours more confidently. When you finally pull away to breathe he starts pressing little kisses all over your face and you’re breathless with laughter once again, giggling and squirming in his arms.

“Tim, people are looking,” you try to admonish him, but your laughter makes it less effective.

“Let them,” he grins, pulling you into another kiss.

Tim Taglist; @stusdollface93

#tim laflour #tim laflour x reader #tim laflour imagine #senseless #senseless 1998

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A/N; I don’t know what happened, I fell down a hole of Ghost ghoul content and I couldn’t get up. Then I wrote this. Absolutely no plot to this one, just smut.

Swiss Ghoul x Dewdrop Ghoul x Reader

You and Dew are quickly herded into a bedroom by Swiss; you’re not sure who’s it is and you can’t be bothered to care as Dew kisses wetly along your collarbones and Swiss gropes your ass. You pull Dew into a kiss, your fingers carding through his smooth hair and scratching lightly against the nape of his neck, making him shiver. Swiss nips at your pulse point, big hands splaying over your hips as he presses his hardening length against you. He leans around you, pulling Dew away from you and into a kiss of his own. You grumble at being ignored even though you’re pressed between them, and Swiss laughs at your disgruntled noises. He kisses you next and you smile into it, Dew returning to kissing down your cleavage. Swiss steers both of you towards the bed, his hands finding their way under your shirt as you go. He pulls it over your head, forcing you to separate from Dew. You pull Dew’s shirt off, thumbing at his nipple rings just to hear him whine as Swiss continues to undress you. He presses you back until you fall onto the bed, immediately working on pulling your pants down your legs.

“So wet already,” he smirks, pressing against the wet spot already soaked through your panties before pulling them down your legs as well. You don’t need much to get you going, the anticipation and your imagination running wild is enough. Dew has made his way around the other side of the bed, standing over you. You reach up, struggling to try and unbutton his pants at this angle.

“Take your pants off,” you whine, pouting up at him as you lightly smack his hip. He smiles fondly at your pouting, moving to take his pants off for you. Swiss distracts you, his thumb teasingly running over your slit. You’re not sure when he got undressed, but when he rubs your slick around to coat your clit he distracts you from any thoughts you might’ve been having. Dew reaches down to play with your nipples, his cock bobbing into view as he leans over and your mouth waters at the sight. The flushed tip bumps your cheek, slick rubbing against your skin. Swiss’ fingers rub against you ruthlessly, your hips twitching into his hand as your tongue lulls out, desperate to try and taste Dew.

“You wanna suck Dewdrop’s cock, sweetheart?” Swiss asks, voice sickly sweet. You whine out a yes and his fingers leave you immediately, the waves of pleasure you were feeling vanishing.

“Well, go ahead,” Swiss orders, daring you to complain. You don’t, simply letting them manhandle you until your head hangs off the edge of the bed, your legs still spread wide for Swiss. Dew presses his cock against the seam of your lips and you open them with a gasp when Swiss’ fingers nudge at your entrance. He presses inside at the same time Dew does, your gag making Dew groan above you. Swiss fingers you open, scissoring against your walls before expertly finding and rubbing against your gspot. When his thumb finds its way to your clit you really lose it, moaning and drooling around Dew who you can hear groaning above you. When Swiss pulls his hand away again, your cry is muffled around Dew’s cock, his skinny frame shaking above you.

“Dew you better not come until I say you can,” Swiss reminds him and he groans, pulling out of your mouth. He seems to need a minute, petting your hair off your face sweetly as you both calm down. He sits down next to you, fingers slipping into your hair to gently support your head as Swiss begins a new assault against your clit. He’s just lightly rubbing his thumb against it, the slow gentle pressure driving you mad. Dew leans down to suck on your nipple, pinching the other between his fingers roughly.

“Fuck,” you whine, as Dew starts using teeth.

Swiss is sucking hickeys onto your thighs, his mouth slowly moving closer and closer to where you want it before pulling away.

“Nooo!” You cry as his hand retreats again too, his eyebrows raising at the outburst.

“M’sorry,” you mumble out once you’ve calmed down a bit.

“There’s my good girl,” Swiss smiles and you preen at the praise, “don’t leave Dew out.”

You grope around until you find Dew’s cock, still wet from your mouth and leaking. He moans as you wrap a hand around him, jerking him slowly as Swiss’ lips latch onto your clit. Your brain is white noise as he licks up your slick, tongue prodding into your hole. You thumb over Dew’s head, his groan causing your eyes to flutter open. You smile lazily up at him as his hips shift against your hand, fucking himself into your fist. Swiss sucks harshly at your clit, directing your gaze back down to him.

“M’so close, can I come? Please, please?” You beg, teetering on the edge. He pulls back, your orgasm falling away yet again and a sob bubbles out of your throat. Tears well up in your eyes as you writhe at the loss, your hand falling away from Dew to clutch at the sheets.

“Aw, don’t be so mean to her,” Dew murmurs in Swiss’ direction, petting your overheated skin softly, trying to calm you down. Swiss raises a brow at this, rubbing your thighs gently as he watches your cunt clench around nothing.

“Come here,” he tells Dew, waving him to the other side of the bed. When he gets there, he’s immediately bent over your frame by Swiss, ass in the air.

“I’ll be mean to you for a little while instead,” Swiss smirks into Dew’s skin, nipping down his spine before landing a couple hard smacks against his ass. Dew arches back at this, pressing his chest against you in the process. You press a kiss to his lips before he’s pulling away with a gasp. You can hear the slick sounds of Swiss eating him out as he pants against your chest. You run your hands along his skin wherever you can reach; down his sides, along his back, tweaking his nipples again. He groans and you think Swiss must’ve started fingering him. You guess he must’ve had lube stashed somewhere within reach, but the thought is wiped away when Dew starts sucking on your tits again. You can feel his moans against your skin more than you can hear them. He breaks away from your skin with a high pitched whine, his head resting against your chest.

“C’mon Dewdrop, I know you can take it,” Swiss grunts and you realize he’s pressing his length into him already. It must be quite a stretch with the small amount of time he spent fingering him. If Dew didn’t already look overwhelmed by Swiss fully seated inside him, he certainly does when Swiss guides him so his length rests against your cunt. His hips press Dew forward and he slides into you easily with how wet you are. You think this might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Dew gets no respite, no matter which way he moves he’s getting fucked. Swiss holds your legs open around Dew as he grinds back and forth between the two of you, letting little punched out moans every time. His hips are working frantically between the two of you and you can only imagine how it must feel. He kisses you desperately as Swiss grabs his hips, thrusting into him hard. It’s mostly Swiss doing the work now, Dew can’t do much more than take it as Swiss pounds into him, the force of his thrusts moving Dew inside you. Swiss leans up over his shoulder to kiss him and Dew melts into it as he slows his thrusts to press deep inside him. You can’t help yourself when Dew drops his head against your chest again, hand finding the back of Swiss’ head to pull him into a kiss of your own. You can feel him smiling against your mouth as he presses Dew deeper into you.

“Doin’ so good, both of you. Fuck.. take it so well,” Swiss grunts, and Dew whines, high and feminine against your shoulder. You clench around him, the sound going straight to your core.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart. Know Dew’s close, want you to come together,” Swiss orders.

You reach down to touch your clit, groaning when your fingers graze against where Dew’s cock is thrusting into you. You try to rub your clit lightly, knowing it’s not going to take hardly anything to push you over the edge, but when Swiss starts pounding roughly into Dew again you know it’s over. You rub your clit quickly as Dew is pressed into you hard, the waves of your orgasm intensified by the sudden pain in your shoulder when Dew bites down as he shoots into you. You hear Swiss grunt as he fills Dew, thrusting into him so hard it makes him grind against your gspot again, both of you whimpering. Dew goes limp and pliant on top of you, licking at the blood he brought to the surface of your skin apologetically. You brush his hair out of his face soothingly when he grunts as Swiss pulls out of him. Eventually Dew manages to gets his wobbly legs back under him just enough to pull out of you and flop down next to you on the bed. You start to close your legs, but Swiss has come back and stops you, making you gasp as he runs a wet cloth against you.

“S’cold, you dick,” you grumble as he cleans you off, making him chuckle.

“Sorry baby, I was trying to get back to you two quick, didn’t have time for the water to warm up,” he apologizes, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. You roll onto your side once he moves on to cleaning up Dew.

“You okay?” You check in, rubbing his sternum soothingly when he winces as Swiss wipes him down.

“That is cold,” his nose scrunches and you laugh.

“I’m good, really good,” he sighs happily, turning over and pulling you into his chest as Swiss flings the cloth away.

“Hey, don’t forget about me,” Swiss whines as he snuggles up behind you, stretching his arm out to hold both of you, making you giggle as you get smooshed into Dew’s chest.

“Never,” you smile, grabbing his hand to cuddle it against your chest. Dew’s hand wiggles up between you to hold on to both your intwined hands as the three of you fall into a perfect little post sex nap.

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