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bimbobaggins69 · 5 months

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𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. (ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ ᴡɪᴛʜ @xxhellfirebunnyxx )

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your lovers all girls band Arwen, has gotten the opportunity to open up for corroded coffin who are said to be the next big thing. As exciting as it is, nothing excites you and your girlfriend more than the lead singer and his boyfriend.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: eventual smut, still 18+ mdni, eventual foursome, wlw meets mlm, polyamory, lots of flirting, girls kissing, drinking, mentions of weed smoke, fluff between girls.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so excited to share this collab I’ve been working on with my baby girl! Go check out her part through her readers pov on her page here <3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k

The air is thick in the packed venue, the smell of weed and sweat fills your nose as the strobe lights from the stage beam over the crowd. You’re unusually nervous tonight, you can't tell if it’s because you haven’t yet perfected that baseline you’ve been practicing for weeks or if it’s because the stranger at the bar with the chestnut locks can’t take his eyes off of you.

From what you can tell where you're seated; he’s rather cute, with his coif of hair that swoops perfectly over his forehead, a baggy blue and white checkered flannel sits nicely over his firm shoulders. He’s nursing what looks to be a whiskey and coke as his long fingers with nails coated in black polish clutch at the glass. He gives the liquid a little swirl before he’s bringing it up to his lips, eyes still laser focused on you while he takes a sip.

“Hey baby, are you ready to start setting up?” Your girlfriend gleefully asks, her face looks so pretty with that contagious, beaming smile that instantly thwarts all the nerves running through your body.

“Yeah pretty girl, let’s go.” You quickly reply, standing up on your platform boot clad feet and grabbing your best girl around her waist. You both excitedly bound to the double doors off the side of the stage that reads ‘bands and staff only!’. But before you pull it open, you look back to where the cute guy was seated, quickly realizing he’d gotten up and left in the time you’d been working your way backstage. A small tinge of disappointment courses through your chest, wishing maybe you and your girlfriend could have had some fun with him later, after the show. Oh well.

Once backstage, you begin stripping off your current clothes before sliding on your pink plaid mini skirt, fastening a black studded belt over your waist, sticking a pair of black skull pasties over your nipples and slipping on some knee high black boots.

The other three girls in your band, which consist of Gwen, your girlfriend who is a fucking beast on the guitar with a set of vocals as angelic as her. Chrissy who absolutely annihilates the drums every time, with her small frame and bouncy blonde hair and her girlfriend Rotten Robin who could melt your fucking face off with one of her keyboard solos; are all scattered around the green room, getting dressed in their stage outfits.

You all agreed to wear skull nipple pasties, not only for the shock value but also to make a bold statement.

“Can you help me with this?” Gwen asks, turning her back to you so you can buckle the bat harness that sits right underneath her perky tits. God, she’s so hot. You make sure to let her know as much, before throwing her a salacious wink.

After you’re ready for center stage, you and your girlfriend pull your instruments out of their respective cases, throwing the straps over your heads to rest on your shoulders and letting the hunk of wood lazily sit on your hips before you’re introduced to the crowd.

The nerves you thought you’d halted for good earlier, come back like a rushing river, so you shake out your limbs in an attempt to set them straight again. “You good love?” Chrissy asks as she clutches her drum sticks in her dainty manicured hands before she begins twisting the right one between her fingers like the pro she is.

“Yeah, just some pre-show jitters I guess.” You shrug, laughing off her question as if your chest wasn’t growing warm from keyed up nerves.

“Baby, don’t be nervous, you’re going to fucking nail that baseline and everyone here is going to fucking love us. We’ve got this.” Your girlfriend reassures, batting her thick lashes at you ever so sweetly, making your heart flutter with adoration. How does she always know what to say to make me feel better? Guess that’s why she’s mine.

“Yeah, we’re gonna kill it!” Robin chimes in as she secures her black leather fingerless gloves onto each hand. “So what if there are a couple hundred more people than we’re used to.” She continues, and you know she’s trying to be helpful and encouraging, but the thought of performing in front of more people than what is normal for you, hadn't even crossed your mind. Till now.

“Thanks Rob.” You mumble, grabbing the neck of your bass and fidgeting with the strap as a distraction.

“Alright, Let’s go!” Austin the stage manager announces, clapping his hands before he begins pushing you and the girls towards the stairs that lead up to the stage.

Once you walk onto the scuffed up black platform and take your places, you realize how loud the crowd has gotten in anticipation of the opening act. It’s dark and the lights are so dim you can barely make out faces.

Chrissy enthusiastically beats her drumsticks together and shouts a three…two…one countdown, starting you all off with the opening groove. Gwen begins to strum on her first chords, the spotlights from above brighten and dance across the stage to the beat before you finally come in and hit your chords, as Robin’s insanely fast fingers move over her keyboard.

The crowd instantly goes crazy; banging their heads, jumping and dancing, some even know all the words. But it wouldn't be an Arwen show if you and your girlfriend didn't at least raunch it up a bit by seductively dancing with your instruments. Sometimes between songs you and Gwen would even share a few tongue filled make out sessions causing the crowd to go even more wild. You both loved bringing the shock value into your live shows and the crowd was eating it up.

As your set was coming to an end, you caught eyes with the guy who’d been checking you out at the bar. He had a mischievous smile on his face as he and the guy he was standing next to whispered back and forth into each other's ears. You felt as though he was eating you up with his eyes the way they intensely bore into yours. you carried on your set but every so often your eyes would shift and find his, making your stomach flutter with something you could only identify as intense arousal.

“Thank you guys, we have been Arwen!” Gwen shouts into the mic before grabbing your hand with a beaming smile, you both walk off the stage together, Robin and Chrissy trail behind you, hand in hand.

“That was fucking amazing!” You jump and squeal in excitement and left over adrenaline, leaving the girls to do the same, giggling and hugging before more kisses are shared.

“You guys that was fucking awesome! That was definitely the best show we’ve ever put on!” Your girlfriend squeaks, turning toward you and taking your face into her equally soft and callous hands. “And you absolutely nailed that baseline you’ve been working on. I told you you would.” Gwen gushes with a lustful look in her pretty eyes, a shit eating grin on her full lips as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“Yeah, yeah…I know I should listen to you more.” You playfully roll your eyes before wrapping your arms around your girlfriend's frame, pulling her into you and planting kisses on her neck.

“I'm gonna go grab a drink, does anyone want anything?” You ask before making your exit back into the crowd.

You walk between the bodies of people, as some type of house music pulses through the speakers, only being played until the band of the night, Corroded Coffin start their set. You notice more eyes on you than usual, some people smiling and waving or congratulating you on a ‘sick ass show’, and some with complete and utter arousal clouding their vision. You can't help but to hold your head high and embrace it, even if you're a total introvert. Gwen is the friendly talkative one in the band and you usually let her take that role as you're the observer. But it feels nice to not care for once, although you’re sure it's from the high you’re still riding from your performance.

You quickly order, then grab your two drinks from the bar; a kahlua for you and a sex on the beach for your girlfriend per her request. You head back through the sea of people, wanting to be in the presence of your band so you can continue to rant and rave over how fucking good the set went. But you’re quickly stopped by a tap on your shoulder, as you walk through the hall that leads to the backstage door.

“Hey.” The male voice utters, making you snap your head to the man's hand that is slowly beginning to move back down to his side, then up to his eyes. Your face definitely reads ‘why did you touch me?’ before you take in the strangers face, you quickly realize it’s the guy from the bar, who’s been eye fucking you all night.

“Oh, hey.” You murmur with a subtle smile, not wanting to seem overzealous, although you had been thinking about the honey eyed boy all night.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to like, corner you or anything.” He huffs a bashful laugh, rubbing his hand on the nape of his neck out of nervousness, you couldn't help but to find it endearing. Now that he was so close to you, you were able to take in things you couldn't quite see from across the room; his silver nose ring glints under the lowlights of the corridor, he has smooth freshly shaven skin with pretty freckles, a beautiful smile even if it’s not as bright as it could be. His style is definitely more grunge then what you’re used to, all your exes were metalheads but it worked on him and if anything it made him even hotter.

“No it’s okay.” You say, waving off his worries, Gwens drink sloshes around and falls onto the toe of your boot as you sway from side to side, making your face grow hot.

“I just uh, wanted to say that your set was fucking great! I had a good time watching you up there. Um, you and your band.” He corrects himself instantly, causing a giggle to erupt from your chest.

“Well thank you.” You boldly send him a wink before turning on your heel to finally head backstage.

“Wait! Do you maybe wanna meet up later? Say like right here in this spot?” He asks, biting at his lip as his hopeful eyes beam into yours.

“Mmm yeah, yeah that sounds good.” You murmur in agreement, finally opening the door and heading inside.

“I’m Steve by the way!” He yells as the door closes behind you, making you smile at his awkwardness.

Once inside you begin looking for your girlfriend, her drink now a little more than watered down from the melted ice.

“Hey Chris, have you seen my girl?” You ask Chrissy who is splayed out on the black, cracked leather loveseat with a wet towel rolled up and placed over her forehead. The petite blonde is always the first to tap out after every show, but she really does put all her energy into playing so you couldn't blame her for wanting to nap after such an intense performance.

“Uhhh, I think she went out to look for you babe.” Chrissy says with a tired smile, “I’ll be here if anyone needs me!” She shouts, as you walk back out the doors you came in, before giving her a quick ‘shit, thanks’.

For a third time tonight you walk out of the double red doors and back into the muggy air and throng of people, on a mission to find your girlfriend and the owner of the drink that has made your hand uncomfortably sticky.

Finally, after walking circles around the auditorium that seemed more like a damn arena than a small concert venue, you spotted Gwen, of course in the middle of the crowd being the little social butterfly you love so much. She was still adorning her performance clothes with her black leather skirt, fishnet top, harness, pasties and boots. She had a huge content smile on her face when her eyes caught yours, waving you over with excitement.

“Oh my god babe!” She shrieks with a cute giggle. “I was just talking to the literal hottest guy! I have to find him.” She beams looking over the mass of people, but eventually looking disappointed when she came up short.

“Wait, I just talked to the hottest guy, too.” You say with a disbelieving laugh, as your eyes begin to search the crowd for your mystery guy.

“And for the moment everyone’s been waiting for…Corroded Coffin!” The announcer on stage shouts out at the crowd making them jump and scream with anticipation.

You and Gwen’s eyes immediately snap forward, you had never actually seen what the guys from Corroded Coffin looked like so out of curiosity you both turned to the stage, not wanting to miss the long awaited show.

Once the music starts playing and the lights begin to brighten up the stage, you and Gwen gasp.

“Oh my god, that’s the guy!” You both shout in unison. For a second you thought you were talking about the same person until your girlfriend started raving about his long flowy hair and nipple piercings, making you slowly realize she had talked to the lead guitarist. Yeah he was really hot, too.

Steve ripped his flannel off mid chorus, showing off his buff arms and littering of tattoos across his tanned skin, his alice in chains shirt stuck to him like a second skin as his hands gripped the mic, making his arms flex and you swoon.

“That’s the guy I talked to!” You shout over the music as you point to the lead singer, Gwens eyes widen in amusement.

“Steve?!” Robin asks as she walks up from behind you, a dumbfounded look on her face.

“Yes Steve, do you know him?” You ask curiously, taking a sip of your drink before handing the other off to its rightful owner.

“Thanks peach.” Your girlfriend says before giving you a quick kiss.

“Yeah, he’s one of my best friends and he’s dating Eddie, the guitarist.” She divulges, pointing to the wild haired, tattooed man who’s right in the middle of an amazing guitar solo, that made you and your girlfriend's thighs visibly clench.

“No way?!” Gwen guffaws, you can tell by the look in her eyes that she has an idea cooking up, and you're equal amounts excited and slightly scared.

“Oh this is gonna be fun.”

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #steddie x reader smut #steddie x reader #steddie stranger things #steddie x you

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taylorswiftstyle · 4 months

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Favourite Outfits of 2023: Taylor Swift Style

Candids

Ralph Lauren / Mansur Gavriel / Aeyde, May 24

Alaïa / The Row / Aquazzura, September 9

Gant / Area / Christian Louboutin, October 1

Ralph Lauren / Stella McCartney / Prada, October 26

Stella McCartney / Sheertex / Jimmy Choo x JPG, December 5

What a year it’s been for the resurgence of Taylor’s street style. It’s fitting that in the year of 1989’s re-recorded re-release (down to the very same day) that Taylor would once again use the streets of NYC as the launchpad for her evolving style.

The outfit that hurled both #Joever into a flaming volcano and Taylor back into the public eye with the flutter of a butterflies’ bejeweled wings. The black and blue seesaw of remixed 90s looks (baggy cargo pants and chunky shoes, denim skorts and lug sole mary janes, punk plaid skirts and combat boots) that spanned from mid-April to mid-October. And finally the ratcheting up of sophistication and glam following the #killahardlaunch that ushered in looks ranging from schoolgirl plaid (have you ever seen so many pleated plaid minis?), to fashun fun (bustiers, leather trenches, and Alaïa oh my), to glam WAG (never has her coat and boot collection been so enviable).

In 2023, Taylor’s style reflected someone happy to own her lane of approachably imitable outfits - sorry to those who expect anything else. While also reflecting her growing desire to bejeweled in the expansion of her jewelry collection - thanks to 3 new lobe piercings done in August (2 right/1 left) that’s opened the door to not only earring but also necklace and bracelet stacking, too.

Picking my favourites was hard, but I’m a minimalist neutral girl first and foremost and always.

Photos by Gotham, Raymond Hall, Robert Kamau, and James Devaney via Getty Images

#tss 2023 outfits

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pe0ple3ater · 1 month

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Waves. Hey, uh, I said to myself, "If this Mike mommy kink thing gets 40 notes, I'll post more," and then in like twenty minutes, you guys crushed that, so here! It's not super long and also completely unedited, but enjoy <3

Fit is a good dog.

Mike likes these times with him, when Fit is good and desperate and needy. He'd basically begged Mike for this.

Mike is laid out on his and Pac's bed, stretched comfortably on the sheets. He's naked save for the neon green and blue plaid mini skirt and matching thong that doesn't hide his cock at all. Fit had lost his fucking mind when he'd seen how Mike had dressed up for him, rightfully so. Mike knows he looks good.

Anyway, Fit's got both of Mike's legs over his shoulder and his cock wedged between Mike's thick thighs. He's completely naked save for the green collar clipped around his throat and the black leash wrapped around Mike's fist, held taunt to keep Fit bent over him.

It feels good, Fit fucking between his thighs. Mike hadn't been up for actually fucking but Fit basically drools over Mike's thighs any time he gets to see them so when Mike proposed this, Fit jumped on it immediately.

Fit whines loudly, he's completely still with Mike's thighs tight at the base of his cock. Mike had snapped out at a quick "be still" and Fit had stopped moving immediately. He'd really wanted to just enjoy looking at Fit, maybe also show Pac to be a tease. Fit's good. He's been good. Fit turns his head and presses his face against Mike's legs, kissing softly at the skin and rubbing his cheek against him. Mike coos softly, and his thighs tighten, wringing a little groan from Fit.

"Mike- mommy, please." Fit whimpers, looks at Mike desperately. Mike groans, and his dick twitches between his legs. Mike laughs breathlessly and tugs the leash harshly, causing Fit to bend over him more. Fit whimpers again, and his hands tighten around Mike's thick thighs, squeezing lightly. "Please, feels so good," he gasps out, hips twitching a little. Mike coos, Fit is so cute when he begs. Honestly, every time that word comes out of Fit's mouth Mike gets closer and closer to doing whatever the fuck Fit asks.

There's something about it, being called mommy. Mike is a pretty masculine person, but gender is stupid and really he doesn't care what people call him. Being called mommy though, it sends a rush of power straight through him. Fit seems to like it too, and yeah Mike will be his mommy if he wants.

"Go on, cadela," he purrs and Fit groans, fucking hard between Mike's legs. The slide is easy, Fit drips like a faucet and they've been at this long enough for the area between Mike's legs to be slick and smooth.

"Thank you mommy, thank you. You feel so good," Fit gasps out, voice pathetic and breaking with every thrust. Mike smiles and squeezes his legs together, enjoying the way Fit shudders and his nails dig into Mike's skin. His dick is aching between his legs, but he's not really feeling like dealing with it. He's content to lay here and let Fit fuck himself silly like a dirty animal.

#qsmpnsfw #m!ke #f!t #mommy kink save me #here you sick pervs go #me included #i wrote this at lunch with my parents btw #couldnt stop thinking above it #also m!ke inna skirt #i think i hauve covid #especially a mini skirt

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rainbowbarnacle · 10 months

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I was kind a late bloomer when it comes to liking clothes, but I've learned to love dolling up! And it took me forever.

I didn't want much to do with clothes at all growing up because I wasn't really allowed to go see what I liked, and so I just kind of lived in jeans and t-shirts because that's what was comfortable. When I did try and see what I liked, mom would pull out the excuses.

"You can't wear that top, it's not your color." (Note: she never told me what my colors ever were, just what they weren't.) "You can't wear those colors, you'll look like a clown." (OH NO NOT THAT) "You can't wear that tank, it shows your arm flab." (?!?!?!) "I know you like that dress but why would someone like you wear it? You don't go out." (I WANNA WEAR IT SITTING A LOUNGE CHAIR READING A BOOK, MOTHER.)

It wounded me. Just. Holy crap. She told me these things as though it was some obvious, awful rule that I just didn't get. To hear her talk, you'd think that everyone else was already aware of my fashion sins and whispering about them, and (worst of all!!) it embarrassed her so much.

The alternatives to my choices were sooo depressing too. Khaki capris. Piles of denim, especially these weirdly stretchy uncomfortable bell bottoms that always got soaked in rain puddles? Cardigans. Nothing joyful.

(This is not to say that bell bottoms and cardigans and capris can't have their uses, and I am not questioning or judging anybody who likes these things, it was just miserable being shoved into them like a doll because This is What People Wear According to Mom.)

I was taught I should HATE plaid and paisley and polka dots, and to this day I have to shove an instinctive feeling of shame away when I look at my closet, because guess what, it turns out I have a looot of paisley AND I LOOK NICE IN IT. 8)

And just. Oh man. If I could tell tiny!Aud about how I get to match (or contrast) different colors with the blue dye in my hair? Or how I have a closet full of long skirts and headscarves and pretty shirts? Or the joy of finding jewelry that POPS? I bet she would be so happy. I never imagined myself looking like me when I was little, I always imagined myself looking sort of like mom.

Anyway, the whole point of all this blathering is that it took me an absurdly long time to figure out that clothes were FUN because the only person who should be making those kinds of decisions about them is meee. Once I figured that out, it was like a whole new world opened up.

And that goes the same for you. Go wear that Thing you like with joy. Embrace your favorite colors and patterns. Wear a biker jacket, wear a mini skirt with those long socks you like, wear that one shirt that is Incredibly Gender. WEAR ALL THREE AT ONCE.

Wear what's YOU because it's YOU.

#domestic blifs

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darkstarerotica · 7 months

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Taking Rachel

You tell me you want me to come over. That you have a surprise for me. How could I resist. I've been thinking about you all day. You had sent me pictures of you laid out with an inviting look on your face. Your big blue eyes staring at me through the photo. Framed by your bright blond hair.

Fuck those eyes... They get me every time.

I get to your place. I message you that I've arrived.

"cum on up, doors open" I laugh to myself over her spelling. Always the writer. Always the brat. I remember the messages that she sent me. Stories she was working on that would make my cock grow in my pants. Embarrassing when at work. What am I 16? If anyone noticed no one said a word.

I climb the steps and go into the living room. It's empty but I see a soft light from the bedroom. "Rachel?" No answer. But I hear something from the bedroom. A muffled sound letting me know someone is there.

I go to the door. Knock quietly. No answer just a light moan. I slowly open the door..you're covered in a cozy grey blanket. Your bright blue eyes staring at me. Your hands moving underneath the thick blanket. I stare for a moment enjoying what I see.

"you can continue" I say your eyes close a little as you keep working your pussy. One hand fingering yourself the other gently circling your clit.

"couldn't wait for me, huh?" You shake your head no emitting a emitting a moan as you do. I move over to your chair and continue to watch you. I feel my cock staring to stiffen. The view is heavenly.

After watching for a moment I say "I need a better view of this show" and I slowly pull the blanket off of you. Letting it drop to the floor. I'm surprised you're not completely naked. But I love the outfit. Your white blouse is open showing your pink bra and your wearing that adorable plaid mini skirt. Your eyes get big as you watch me look at you.

I move back to my chair. I'm fully hard now. You continue rubbing your clit taking the other hand to your mouth. Licking your wetness from your fingers then slipping it into your bra and teasing your barely exposed nipple. Teasing your nipples like you're teasing me. Again always the brat.

You start to moan a little louder. "Oh no my little princess, you don't get to cum yet, not until I tell you it's ok. I move to the side of the bed. Standing there I take my belt off. And fashion a loop around the end. I place it around your neck and pull you over to me.

With one hand holding your improvised leash I use the other to unbutton my pants. I slowly unzip them pulling out my rock hard cock. I gesture for you to come off the bed. You nod, well I guess you're not always a brat. "Kneel" I tell you "place your hands on your knees". You must really want my cock because you do it quickly. I pull you towards my hard cock with the belt. Your mouth open and waiting. Your blue eyes staring up at me. "I've been thinking of your cock all day sir". Grabbing my cock in one hand the belt in the other I simultaneously push into your mouth as I pull your neck towards me. I easily slide into your wet warm mouth. My hand free I place it against the back of your head and guide it till you've taken my whole cock into your mouth.

You gag a little but take it all. "Good girl, and on the first try, now let's see those eyes". It takes all my strength not to cum right then. But I've got lots of plans for you tonight. "Keep those eyes up here" I say as I slowly start fucking your face. Deep long strokes. Pushing and pulling simultaneously.

"oh that's a good girl, you're such a good little cock sucker" you moan and nod. Keeping eye contact. Moaning through my thrusts. Girls that love giving head are the best of girls I think. I get lost in the pleasure. Rachel always gives the best head.

With her hands still on her knees my cock is getting dripping wet. Saliva spilling out from her mouth. Streaming down her face to her chest and thighs.

After I've had my fill I pull you up by the neck... spinning you around I grab your arms behind your back pulling tight on your leash. You can feel my hardness between your legs. I kiss your neck and releasing your arms, slide my hand between your thighs. You're so wet your thighs are coated and sticky. "Such a perfect slut, sucking my cock make you even wetter than touching yourself?"

You nod and then that turns into a moan as a finger slides inside you. I return the deep moan. Fuck. You are so wet. But still so tight. "Hands on the bed" I command. You obey. I slide my hands down the side of your back and flip up your skirt. My finger has turned into two fingers and your moans have gotten deeper. I drop to my knees. Staring at your most treasured and sacred centers. I spread you open and my tongue starts to circle your labia. Reaching for and teasing your clit..you smell amazing and taste even better. You moan louder and push yourself back towards me. My tongue taking turns penetrating you circling you. I feel that you might cum. Your legs are starting to resemble.

"no my bratty little princess, not yet". I stop for a moment your breathing slows down. I'm so turned on by how hot you are. Your smell, your taste your wetness..it's taking everything for me to not just ravish you right now.

But instead I spread your cheeks apart. My tongue eagerly finding your tight forbidden hole. Already wet from your pussy I lick it clean circling and rimming you. Your moans turn into vocalizations "oh... Oh... Fuck... Fuck my tight little ass with your tongue" I oblige you completely. My tongue penetrating into your ass. Licking you up and down. The shaking builds again. "Not so fast my little slut" I stand up, grabbing my belt I pull your neck back. Then my hips move toward you. I don't even need to guide it. It knows it's home and slides easily inside you. We moan together.

"fuck, you're so wet... So tight, how's a dirty slut like you so tight?" Only your moans answer me. I place my hands around your waist. Left hand is still holding the belt around your neck. Grabbing tightly I start to pump into you. First softly then getting harder and faster. I move my right hand off your waist and take your shirt off one sleeve at a time. Then I unhook your bra which we slide off of you. I'm holding your skirt up with the belt in hand as I smack into you. My heavy balls striking your clit with every thrust.

I reach around, play with your nipples. Our moans now a choral cacophony. Sliding my hand down I play with your clit. Your knees weaken.

"I said not yet!" I stop and flip you around throwing you to the bed. I push your knees apart and move between you..grabbing your hands I hold them above your head. Mounting you..my cock still knows the way inside you and I simply move my hips into position. But this time I thrust inside you much more vigorously. I hold you there pinned as I fuck your now nearly limp body. Moan after moan escaping your lips timed to each hard thrust.

"that's it my little slut take my cock, let me fuck that pussy of yours like you've never been fucked". Not stopping I pull your head back, kidding your neck. Pumping even harder. You're now practically screaming. My mouth finds your nipples I lick and bite them. Each time sending electricity into your body.

"fuck... Fuck.. fuck me oh God"

"you feel so good, fuck your little slut"

Then finally "I can't, I can't I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum all over your cock... Please let me cum"

Taking pity I whisper in your ear "that's it my little slut, you can cum for me now" you release into a body shaking orgasm..screaming out. Body shivering and quaking. I pull my cock out and watch you as you continue to shake and convulse I straddle you and move up your body. One hand on my belt the other on.my glistening cock I start to stroke it.

"look at me" I say, then those bright blue eyes find mine and that's all I can do. Thick streams of cum accompanied by my tortured moans pour out over your face, eyes, and hair. I collapse beside you. Loosening the belt and pull you close. Your body still trembling. I pull you into me. Your cum covered face nestling into mine.

#rachel #relationship goals #bd/sm kink #bd/sm relationship #bd/sm community #bd/sm dynamic #relationship #my writing #naughty #smut #mine

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leoncillo · 10 months

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I said Urogi would be next, but my brain said no and gave me this instead. I wrote it in one session so it's not edited at all ><;

SFW, GN reader but reader wears a skirt and is called pretty, Black reader, autistic reader, autistic Aizetsu, Aizetsu has anxiety, reader is chronically ill/has chronic pain

You notice the boys have been a bit listless so you decide to take them out. But individually. It must be tiring always being part of a group, right?

Aizetsu

Karaku was enthralled with his new PS5 game when a knock on his door interrupted him.

"Come in!"

Aizetsu slowly opened the door and stepped in, but didn't go farther than that. He seemed more awkward and folded in on himself than usual. Droplets of sweat hung from his brow and his hands seemed to desperately fidget with the hem of his shirt.

"Oh man. You're spiraling again. What is it this time?" asked Karaku patting the bed beside him, "tell big bro what's wrong."

Without looking up from his feet, Aizetsu shuffled over to sit next to his brother. The closeness seeming to ease his troubles a tiny bit. "W-What should I do when y/n takes me on our date?"

"You go on the date and have fun."

"Not like that. I mean...how should I act? What do I say? Oh god-" said Aizetsu, as he was already starting to hyperventilate.

Karaku sighed and held his arms open, inviting Aizetsu to rest his head on his lap. "Calm down! Breathe. Remember how we showed you?" said Karaku, as he lightly pat his brother's head.

After about a minute or two, Aizetsu felt well enough to continue.

"I want to impress them. A-And I want them to see I can be strong and confident, too."

"But they already like you the way that you are. You don't have to impress them, silly."

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. That's what men are supposed to do, right?"

Karaku sighed knowing he wasn't going to be able to change his brother's mind.

"I got it! You can take them to the amusement park. You're as good at games as I am. Win them tons of prizes to show off. Let them hold onto you on scary rides so you can comfort them."

"That sounds... possible. Yeah. Yeah! I can do that" said Aizetsu as he sat up in excitement, the corners of his lips turned upward just a little.

You were a bit surprised when Aizetsu came to you with an idea for your date. He seemed genuinely excited and eager to go. He didn't like to take the initiative often. Scared to step on Sekido's toes a lot of the time.

As usual, you waited for your boyfriend at the bottom of the stairs. For this date, you decide to wear a blue pinafore skirt with a short sleeve yellow shirt underneath, yellow thigh highs, with blue and yellow colorway Jordan's for all the walking you were about to do. You put your hair up in pigtails and wore a black mini backpack big enough to store your foldable cane just in case.

You looked up as you heard your boyfriend approach followed by Karaku and Zohakuten. His hair was brushed through and tied into a low ponytail and topped with a navy blue slouchy beanie. He had on a lightweight tan button up underneath a plaid dark blue long sleeve unbuttoned and dark blue denim jeans with fresh white air forces.

"Oooh you look so cute, 'Zetsu!" you said as he met you by the door.

He blushed and looked down and mumbled a small "thank you"

A few steps away, Karaku coughed loudly.

"Thank you! You look amazing as always, Y/n" said a suddenly reanimated and forward facing Aizetsu "we should get going."

As the two of you made your way through the park entrance you were bombarded with lights all around from the many booths, rides, and attractions.

"It's so pretty at night!" you said.

"N-Not as pretty as you" said Aizetsu who looked away, but gave your hand a squeeze. "What do you wanna do first?"

"Hmm well all the nocturnal animals should be awake in the animal exhibits! I wanna see some bats!"

Aizetsu led you to the entrance of the maze like animal attraction area. They kept the walkways dark so the slideshows on the walls were well visible at all times. It felt like walking through a movie theater of National Geographic documentaries.

"The aquarium is first" said Aizetsu.

You gasped and pulled him over to the giant tanks. The colors and movements of the fish a constant rainbow for your eyes. You smiled in wonder.

"Hey I've never seen that kind of jellyfish before."

"T-That's a lion's mane jellyfish. They're one of the longest animals in the world. Even compared to blue whales. I like the orange ones the best, but they come in other colors. They only live about a year, though. It's sad, really" said Aizetsu.

You stared at him in amazement. That was the most he's ever spoken at once He knew all of that without even looking at the info plaques, too.

When he realized you were quiet he turned to see you looking at him in shock.

"I-I'm sorry. I was talking a lot, wasn't I? I'll stop I promise" he said looking away in embarrassment.

"No no. That was actually so cool! You must like jellyfish a lot, huh?"

He raised a brow at "cool", but nodded yes. "I used to read about them all the time and I would draw them, but the main body told me to stop. It would get hard for me to focus on anything else like fighting."

You held your chin in thought. Could Aizetsu be autistic, too? Would that mean they all are? Or do they have individual brains? Or-

"Y/n."

Your thought bubble burst when you snapped back to reality. "Huh? Oh I'm sorry. I was spacing out a bit there. What did you say?"

He was pointing at a clownfish. "It's the fish from that movie you like, right?

You perked up. "Oh yeah the clownfish! Funny, clownfish can actually change gender. They're all born male, but can later change to female. The fish in the movie could've changed when his wife died."

They do it, too? Aizetsu thought as he watched you info dump about clownfish like it was a normal thing to do.

You realized you had been droning on and on and blushed. "Oh jeez. Sorry. I didn't mean to-" you flinched when he leaned down closer to your face.

"No, please. Don't apologize for that, it'll make me sad. I love when you talk."

Your eyes lingered on each other's for a bit. "Only if you don't apologize, either. Please."

About an hour later, your hands were full with two bags of plushies that Aizetsu won for you as the two of you sat down to take a break. "This has been so much fun!" you shouted, exhausted.

"I'm having fun, too" said Aizetsu with a small smile "but are you feeling okay? Maybe we should go home?"

From the corner of your eye, you saw a game booth down the way with a jellyfish plushie as a prize. You had to get it!

However, unbeknownst to you, Aizetsu saw a different booth with a clownfish plushie. He had to get it!

"I have to go to the bathroom" the two of you said in unison.

"Right. Uh meet back here? In about 10 minutes?"

He nodded in agreement before the two of you split up.

When you approached the booth, something felt wrong, but you couldn't pinpoint what. Just a feeling of being watched.

The game was simple enough. Throw a ring around a bottle for a prize. "Hey what color do I have to get for the giant jelly?" you asked the attendant.

"For the big boy here, you gotta land on red" said the man as he patted the plushie.

"Deal!" you said as you handed him some money and gave it a try.

You tried. And tried. And tried. On the verge of tears, on your last attempt a red bottle suddenly appeared under your ring and it slid down. You weren't sure what was happening, but you chalked it up to being tired and celebrated anyway.

"Hell yeah! He's gonna love this. I'll take the big jelly, sir" you said, and held out your hands.

As soon as the plushie was in your hands, a hand quickly covered your mouth and the world spinned as you were quickly... almost inhumanly transported somewhere else.

You were thrown on the ground with your bags and things only to find yourself surrounded by a group of about five male demons.

"I think I found us a good one for tonight, boys!" said the one that had rudely thrown you to the ground.

"Hey! What the hell! What do you want from me?" you asked, starting to get worried.

"The rest of your money and your life" said another.

You gazed over and saw another going through your bags of plushies and ripping them apart looking for anything valuable.

"Hey! Stop that! My boyfriend won me those!" you said trying to fight back.

Your body skidded along the dirt as you were easily pushed back.

"Eh, boss. There's nothing valuable here. Just these stupid toys."

Your eyes widened as the lackey went to grab the jellyfish plushie. "No!"

Against your better judgement, you had sprang to your feet and charged the man hard enough to get him to drop the plushie that you latched onto with a death grip.

"Why you little -" the boss of the group started before smacking you hard across the face, sending you skidding across the ground once more.

Before you could get up, the demon was already on top of you with a menacing smile. "Well if you don't have anything else, I know a way you can make up the difference" he said, lifting up your skirt with a claw.

You panicked and tried to scoot away only to get dragged by by your ankle.

"Hey, now. Where ya goin? The party is just getting star-"

The atmosphere suddenly grew extremely heavy. It became harder to breathe and the saliva in your mouth dried up, the feeling of pure malice and murderous intent in the aura made your body feel like lead. You knew what it meant, but never experienced it from the specific source before. You turned your body just enough to see a pair of blue eyes glowing in the darkness.

"An upper moon?! What's an upper moon doing here?" said the boss demon as he stepped away from you.

Aizetsu stepped into the moonlight, a clownfish plushie in one hand and his spear in the other, shaking in fury. You tried to get a better look at his face, but to your surprise his expression wasn't angry. It was blank. Like somewhere deep in his mind blew a fuse. It was somehow scarier than if he had been scowling.

"Don't move, y/n" was all he said, not even looking at you.

You nodded okay anyway.

Faster than you could blink, limbs were being separated from their bodies as they started to be ripped into shreds like a blender. You could barely see the spear move through the air, but you didn't dare move to try to find it.

The other four demons or what was left of them scattered in the breeze as Aizetsu had the boss against a tree with a spear to his neck.

"It makes me sad I can't kill you twice" he said before lopping off the demons head.

Oh. That's hot!

You laid back against the ground and sighed in relief and fatigue. Hungrily taking in gasps of air as the atmosphere softened again.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" said Aizetsu offering you a hand up.

Your legs and hands had been scraped up pretty badly, your skirt was ripped and ruined, and blood trickled down your chin from a busted lip. You were gonna have a horrible morning.

"Heh. Yeah I'm fine. That was wild. You looked so-" you found yourself backed against a tree trunk before you could finish.

The blank look was still on his face and you shuddered. Was he mad at you? You opened your mouth to apologize before he slowly licked the blood off your face.

"Wha-uh" you blushed and turned into a flustered mess.

A hand snaked up to grip your neck and chin softly as he crashed his lips into yours. The other hand pulling you closer to his body and gripping your ass. He let a deep growl rumble through his chest before letting you go.

Aizetsu had never felt the mix of emotions he was feeling at the moment. Something inside his head just snapped seeing you hurt and threatened. He looked at you who stared back at him as if he put the stars in the sky and blushed.

He supposed that meant mission accomplished, not knowing you were impressed from the start.

"Let go home, y/n."

(*cough*You, of course, got railed. And Karaku hi-fived Aizetsu in pride and congratulations. *Cough*)

#aizetsu x reader #hantengu clones #demon slayer #aizetsu

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witchersmistress · 11 months

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Time Out Daddy

this was inspired by @nuggsmum, i took details from a current play date with Daddy that i had over the weekend with his permission of course. now all the fun stuff is a touch of what we did, there are things that occured that sahouldnt be repeat for others.

Trigger warnings: Hedonisim, oral sex, both male and female receiving and giving. P in V, bondage and rough sex, hand necklaces

Word count: 3.3K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

I can do this, I said looking in the mirror as I adjusted my pigtails one more time. It's just August he isnt going to judge you, you've talked about this 100 times. Adjusting my plaid mini skirt and my thigh highs one last time, I made my way out of the bathroom and into the living room where I left him.

He was sitting on his black leather couch reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, now that made me giggle, walking to stand in the living room, I held my hands behind my back and looked at the ground in my stocking covered feet. “Well, little one, what do we have here?” August said as he snapped the book closed. Looking up at him through my lashes I just watched his expression as he leaned back on the couch, letting one arm rest on the back of the couch and the other one on the armrest holding a glass of whiskey. He finished in one gulp before setting the glass on the matte black side table next to him. He crooked a finger at me and I proceeded to move.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk, no baby girl, on your hands and knees, crawl” trying to swallow the lump in my throat, i dropped to my hands and knees, putting extra sway into my hips as i made my way between his wide spread thighs. My heart was hammering so loud in my chest, I was positive he could hear it. Crawling between his legs. He tapped his right hand on his thigh, “Up” he commanded moving to rest on my knees, I folded my hands over his left knee and placed my chin on top of them and looked into those stunning blue eyes. Reaching out he caressed my cheek with his thumb “What am i going to do with you little one?” I smiled meekly at this man. He honestly could have passed for a Greek God with his stunning blue eyes, black hair and dark mustache, his salt and pepper scruff adding to his attractiveness. I carefully removed one hand and reached up to scratch his scruff on the underside of his chiseled jaw. He let out a low chuckle and grabbed that hand placing it against his muscular chest pinning it there with his own hand.

We just stared at one another for a few moments before he said “ What bonita?” I just smiled at the man, knowing full well that he was going to break my heart. I could feel my cheeks turning pink, I just rubbed my face into his hand that was still on my face. He leaned forward, moving his hand from my cheek to my neck and grabbed, dragging my lips to his. He devoured them in a porno style kiss, adjusting his grip on my neck,drooping my other hand and gripping me round my waist, he stood while still holding my neck. As he reached his full height, I was on my tiptoes trying not to lose my balance. He broke our kiss, smiling wickedly at me. The hand left my neck, traveling down, stopping at the top of my short pleated skirt, smirking before he crouched slightly, burying his head in my breasts as his hands traveled from their resting place, past my ass and down to my thighs, grabbing them he picked me up and i wrapped my legs around him “August” i yelled wrapping my arms tight around his neck as he let out a low rumble of a laugh, as he picked up his head “Relax bonita, i've got you, i wont drop you” carrying me from the living room to his bedroom, he pinned me to the door as he finished ripping my blouse off, exposing my black lace bra. Undoing the back, pulling the straps off he tossed it in some direction, he grabbed both your breasts squeezing them before taking your right nipple in his mouth while rolling the left one in between his fingers “August” you begged. He released your nipple with a pop; it immediately hardened from the cool air “Yes bonita?” he smiled, his eyes dark with lust and desire. Tugging on my bottom lip with my teeth, he pushed off the door and turned to throw me on his bed. I landed with a soft thud and he was in between my legs and pinned me to the bed with his waist. It was a clash of lips, tongue and moans. Not sure where he ended and I began. He has been so exceedingly patient with me that I said fuck it and i was going to do something that ive long been afraid of. Pushing at his shoulder till he rolled over, I pounced on him “Eyes on me Daddy, you've been a bad boy and you need a time out” . The look that danced across his face was just too funny, it was a mixture of amusement, pride and horror and desire. “What did you just say to me?” Swallowing what i had left of my false bravado “I said eyes on me Daddy, you've been bad and you need a timeout” he quirked a brow at me, a ghost of a smile tugging on his plump lips “Oh little one your ass will be sore tomorrow by the time i'm done with you…” I placed a finger to his lips.

His eyes narrowed in disapproval. Yep my ass is going to hurt later.. Nipping at his muscular chest as I made my way down his body to his belt, with a shaky breath I undid his belt and slid it off tossing it to the floor. Next I undo his pants with shaking fingers and drag down the zipper. Seconds later, he’s filling my hands. Long and broad and perfect. Eyeballing his erection, I started to have some doubts. His thumb brushes along my cheek as I look up at him. I expect to find him disappointed, but he isn't, his brows are knitted together in concern, an unspoken question bouncing around his retinas. Cocking my head, I looked at him, he nodded his approval.

“Slow,” he murmurs.

wiping a bead of pre cum off the silky head of his cock, circling the head slowly as he moaned. Pulling off the rest of his boxers and discarding them on the floor, I move to push his legs apart, sitting between his muscular thighs, twitching in anticipation, his eyes following your every move. Gliding your hand down your stomach to the front of your thong, delving 2 fingers into your soaked core, collecting some of the moisture, and pulling your fingers out watching your glistening juices sliding down your fingers onto your hand “Is that for me bonita?” giving a shy nod with your hand covered in juices, that is the hand you used to start stroking him with, slowly at first just to give him a little taste.

Picking up the pace of your assault as he moaned beneath you. Lowering your head you lick the underside of his velvet memeber, “Fuck, baby girl” with a gleam in your eye you look up at him as you side you tongue around the top of his head, listening to August moan his pleasure. You grip the bottom of his shaft before pulling him into your mouth, you can taste his precum and your juices mixing together, eliciting a moan from you. Looking up at August through your lashes, making eye contact. ‘Fuck” he grabbed a handful of your hair pulling it out of your face and watching while you suck on his thick shaft “You look so good doing that, ive been picturing you red lips wrapped around my cock all evening” a shudder ran through your body as you reached with you opposite hand to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. He hissed with pleasure as you continued working him over. “If you keep this up i'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours''

No shit sherlock that's the idea you though smuggly to yourself, closing your eyes you began sucking harder, moaning louder as the grip on your hair tightened and he started to fuck your face, choking you slightly.

“Wicked girl.” He shifts his grip, keeping one hand in your hair and tilting your head back a little. “You want me to fuck your mouth.” “Mmm.” He uses his free hand to touch your left wrist. “it's too much, you let me know.” you make another sound of assent. August might like playing with the darker edge of desire the same way you crave, but he always manages to check in with you. To make sure I'm right there with him. you make you feel far safer than you have any right to. He holds your head immobile as he begins to move.

Slowly at first, testing your limits. i've never had a sensitive gag reflex, but it’s not a trait you were particularly grateful for until the moment his cock bumps the back of your throat. it's not a comfortable feeling, but you breathe through your nose and relax into it as best you can. you wanted this. “That’s it, little one.” His soft praise lights you up from within. Instead, you luxuriate in it as he begins to move in earnest, thrusting between your lips, forcing you to relax into it or choke. eyes watering and he wipes your tears away with a gentle thumb, so at odds with the rough hold on your hair. “Next time we do this, you’re going to swallow me down. Every single fucking drop.” pulling me by my hair off of his thick cock, I whimper at the loss but it’s quickly muffled when he grabs me by the throat and brings me down for a wicked kiss. Climbing up his body, I straddle his thighs as I try to wiggle my way out of the skirt, leaving just my thigh highs, garter belt and black lace thong.

He laughed when I got stuck. Flipping me over, he pulled it off and tossed it. “My my is this all for me?” my black garter belt holding up my tan and red seamed thigh highs. The black lace thong that is soaked at this point.

sliding down the bed in one smooth motion. “You don’t have to—” My voice catches, breaking off as a shock of pure, erotic bliss rocks through me when his mouth touches me. His warm, wet tongue slowly strokes my clit, and all reason leaves me. All that’s left is the painfully exquisite sensation of his skilled, hungry mouth against my bare flesh. My fingers tangled in his hair, and with whatever bit of brainpower that remains to me, you try to pull him away because it’s too intimate, too much, and… “Just relax,” he murmurs, kissing me gently. “Let me make you as crazy as you make me.” Without waiting for an answer, he dips lower again, letting out a sound that’s half sigh, half moan as his tongue slips between my lips, toward my entrance. “Don’t,” you breathe, but you barely hear the sound because you are melting, weakening, as his lips and tongue and breath combine forces, overwhelming me. Dropping my head back on the pillows, gripping his hair as if it can anchor me to this world even as his mouth moves against me like magic. He pulls away, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him. “If you try to stop me one more time, I will bind your hands to the headboard, do you understand me?” I nodded my head as he moved back down my body, to my dripping wet cunt. He explores me slowly at first, tasting and sucking, his teeth nibbling gently at me, his tongue stroking me until you can’t breathe, and my hips start jerking involuntarily against his mouth. He grips my thighs harder, his fingers cutting into my flesh, holding me still while his tongue moves faster. you let out a soft cry when his rough tongue breaches my opening, rasping against the raw, broken skin. But his mouth is wet, and I’m wet, and soon the burning sensation is too entwined with the swirling pleasure to tell where one ends and the other begins. “August,” you gasp. “Stop, it’s too much, you can’t—” He lets out a rough groan and squeezes my thighs harder, opening them wider, his whole body writhing in the bed sheets as he pushes deeper, thrusting his tongue into me until you dizzy with it. you buck under him, grabbing at the pillows, at anything, because you're going to explode if he doesn’t stop. But he doesn’t stop. He goes on and on, moaning into me, eating me, until you can’t hold back the soft, breathy cries that have been building inside me with pleasure. He fucks me relentlessly with his mouth, his tongue, until he pushes me over the edge.It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, not even when I’ve given myself a good one. This one is different, unwilling almost, as he drags it from my helpless body. A rush of wet heat flows from me in a way you’ve never felt, and you cry out, humiliation burning through me even as the orgasm clenches me in its grip. He moans deep in his throat, pushing his tongue deeper even as you cry out wordlessly, not sure if you’m telling him to stop or continue, not sure of anything except the waves of bone deep pleasure and release bearing me away on a current that you know will take you over the edge of the world into the abyss of August’s darkness.

When it ebbs, his mouth is still on me but moving slowly, his tongue lazily answering each pulse of my flesh with one of its own. He lifts his face at last, his lips shiny, his eyes wild and unfocused. “God, you taste so fucking good, little one,” he groans, his breath into coming as quick as mine.“I want to eat you till there is nothing left.” “No,” you cry, shoving at his forehead. He unclamps his hands from my aching thighs, which will surely be bruised to hell tomorrow. Instead of climbing on top of me as I expected, he pushed himself up from between my thighs and made his way over to a dresser and opened a drawer. “ I told you what would happen if you tried to stop me one more time, didn’t I?” My mouth quickly dried out. I nodded, he turned around and had a length of red silk rope in his hands “What did you do little one?” fumbling on my words “ you.. You ..sa sa said that you’ll tie my hands to the headboard.” my thighs were shaking, i don't know if it was from the arousal that was flooding my system or the fear of the man who has that much power. “But you didn't answer my question, pet” Walking back towards the bed, he straddled my thighs grabbing both my wrist as he bound them together. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but that wasn't happening. “Now what did you do?” dragging my eyes up his body, to meet his gaze. “I told you no and try to shove you off of me” he finished securing my wrist before he laced the rope through a metal ring and secured it. I pulled and wiggled on it but I wasn't going anywhere.

He let out a low chuckle, “No where was I?” trailing his fingers down my cheek, across my jaw to my chin, down my neck and then he grabbed “Oh that's right, i was going to eat what's mine” lowering himself down my body, nipping at my exposed, stomach, and thighs he braced himself on my inner thighs and spreads them wide, staring up at me with that hazy, transfixed expression. There’s no way he can miss what a mess you made. When he leans down, you tense, trying to twist away. “Stop or I'll bind your feet and ankles next,” he snaps, forcing my legs wide. “Let me lick the cream out of your cunt.” His tongue is gentle this time, slowly winding a spiral of pleasure deeper and deeper into my core as he laps up the mess of cum from my wrecked pussy until you swear even my heart is quivering for him. When you think you can’t take it another second, he slides a long finger into me. He murmurs. “I want to feel you gush again.” Then his mouth descends, stroking me toward an edge I know that I can't come back from. This time, I didn't even try. I let him carry me over.

By the third or fifth one, I couldn't quite keep track, I was on the verge of passing out. “August” I panted as he continued pounding into me. Gripping the satin sheets in a white-knuckled hold, a second orgasm rockets through my body like fireworks exploding in a dark sky. When I muffle my grunted screams into a pillow, August’s raspy groans become more prominent. I never thought I was a screamer, but August has proved me wrong. My throat is as raw as my heart. I knew August would be fantastic in bed, but I’m still astounded by his impressive stamina.

, “Just one more little one” I shook my head. My body is slack, unresponsive, and covered head to toe in slick sweat. The only reason I’m still upright is because of the silk rope still holding me in place.

An unexpected squeal rips from my dry mouth when August flips me onto my stomach.

Any protest on further contact is disregarded when I catch his intense gaze scanning my face as he slides back inside me. His eyes look as content as my body does. A husky moan rolls up my throat when his mouth seals over mine. This time, his kiss is passionate and slow, expanding my heart with every caress, nibble, and lick he does. Even the relentless rhythm of his pounding eases. Placing his open palm on my back, August tilts my hips higher, giving him unrestricted access to my throbbing pussy. I’m surprised a short time later when a familiar tightening in my lower stomach gains intensity again so quickly. “Eyes,” August demands. My orgasm rushes to the surface, excited he can already intuit my body so well he knows I’m moments away from climaxing.. He pumps into me on repeat, stealing the air from my lungs with every perfect stroke. “Oh God…” I pant, overcome by the tingling in my core.

The desire to snap my eyes shut is overwhelming when another orgasm roars through my spent body, but I keep them open, fighting through the sensation eating me whole. When my nails dig into August’s sheets, spurts of cum brutally erupt from his throbbing knob. “Fuck, little one,” he groans before leaning over and entrapping my bottom lip between his teeth. The sting of his bite is painful, but his tongue soon soothes the pain. Once every drop of cum has been released, he frees my lip from his menacing teeth before rolling off me. His eyes remain locked on mine as he removes the condom from his still throbbing cock.

Disposing the condom into a trash can, he rejoins me in bed. Gently rolling me over from my stomach to my back, he reaches up and unties the satin rope from the bed frame. I let out a dramatic sigh as my arms dropped. “You hedonistic bastard" i said, laughing , he untied my wrist and rubbed it for me, handing me a drink of water, I chugged it down greedily. Taking the glass from me, he pulled my back into his chest and lifted the covers over us, even exhausted beyond comprehension, my lips tug high when he spoons his body close to mine. With multiple earth-shattering orgasms rendering me immobile, I soon fall into a blissful post-orgasmic sleep.

#august walker imagines #august walker #august walker fanfic #henrycavill smut #august walker fanfiction #henry cavill thirst #henry cavill characters #henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x you

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milfzatannaz · 6 months

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Goth wardrobe advice

hiiiii baby bats!!!! I just wanted to write a lil post on how to start building a goth wardrobe! I started around 6 months ago and I’ve been very happy with the looks I’ve been able to create, and I thought to just write down how I was able to rlly curate my aesthetic! (though I will tack onto this post that goth is a music based subculture so you can be goth without fancy elaborate looks)

when it comes to shopping for clothes, my personal advice is buy individual pieces, not outfits. meaning you buy clothes with the intention of mixing and matching which will save money and help you from over-buying. plus flexibility in your wardrobe allows for more fun and creativity!

the look

The first step to creating your style is to envision what kind of look you want to go for. goth style pulls from so many different sources! Trad goths from the 80s evolved from punk, and subsequent iterations of the style have Victorian, glam, etc sentiments. you can lean more romantic or more edgy, it’s up to you! the first step is to create a vision board. I love Pinterest personally. from there I typed “trad goth” “casual goth” “90s goth” and streamlined what I want to emulate. Don’t forget to watch goth rock music videos for style inspo- siouxsie is my personal icon and wore such interesting things, as well as Patricia Morrison! there’s also a level of gender nonconformity in goth that you can lean into. for instance, I’m femme but with a shaved head that really compliments my style and makes me feel really confident. It’s all so variable and individual. one of the original tenets of goth was the DIY aspect, which I think is super important. don’t be afraid to rip, cut, add safety pins, or paint on clothes you buy.

shopping

shopping for goth clothes has a lot of misconceptions. you really don’t need to ever buy from a fast fashion site like killstar or dollskill to get the looks you want. In fact most goths would prefer that you look elsewhere at first, bc a lot of us aren’t comfortable with the way our subculture has been commodified and commercialized. thrift stores have given me tons of luck. I typically prefer red white and blue, but goodwill can have good stuff too! (now, thrifting is more environmentally friendly, but that doesn’t mean that the company is ethical, like Salvation Army and goodwill. it’s a matter of choosing what’s right for your personal values.)

you can buy black clothes at pretty much any store which makes creating outfits somewhat easy. shop where you can afford it and what has good options for your body type and comfort level. I buy most of my stuff secondhand but I own a few things from H&M and Pacsun. pacsun has amazing corset tops that are affordable during their sales, and H&M has foundational pieces for okay quality. Try Depop too because I LOVE vintage clothes and you can find amazing things on the app, like dresses from the 90s and 70s blouses!

General wardrobe items

here’s what I bought when building my wardrobe:

- black trousers

- black skirts (midi AND mini. I prefer long skirts but I like to have choices)

- band tees for my fav goth bands

- a white button down blouse

- bustiers/corsets. I have incredible luck thrifting them but some I’ve gotten new. They’re sexy and fun on their own but even cooler layered over something!

- tights! fishnets are a must as well as solid sheer black and other fun patterns

- dresses in plaid or solid colors. you don’t have to JUST wear black, in fact siouxsie wore tons of color back in the day. black is just what we’re known for but maroon, purple and white are great too.

- long sleeve sheer tops. I have one black mesh and one black lace top. These can be worn over bras for an edgier look or under band tees to add texture and complexity.

- SHOES! I don’t buy secondhand shoes only bc I have wonky feet. My two main pairs are my doc martens Jadon platforms and Mary janes. Shoes are an entirely personal decision so do your research! A lot of ppl like Demonias but I haven’t swung for those yet.

- accessories, accessories, accessories. Perhaps what makes someone recognizably goth is our funky accessories. I have multiple belts, ranging from the standard black with grommets to a triple belt and a corset waist cincher. I buy my jewelry off Etsy or I buy them from flea markets, and I lean towards ankhs bc I’m a sandman nerd lmfao. (I own 3 ankh necklaces, a bracelet, and two pairs of earrings oops). I also have a few silver crucifixes and a spiked collar.

- outerwear. I’m a leather jacket aficionado and I hand painted a trad goth jacket, but other options are black long coats and blazers. vests are pretty great too.

final notes

I’m a baby bat myself so I, too am learning the ropes and exploring my style. remember that it’s about self expression and making yourself stand out, not uniformity. there are so many unique alternative subcultures and no one is stopping you from pulling from all sorts of inspo! Remember to have fun when shopping or getting dressed above all else!!!!

other great resources can be found on r/gothfashion and from goth YouTubers!

#goth tag #IDK IF THIS IS HELPFUL BUT. I TRIED

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Tiger Lily (C.SC, K. MG)

✦ Paring: (Chubby/Plus Sized) Female Reader x Choi Seungcheol x Kim Mingyu

✦ Genre: Humor, Smut, Romance, Very Small Hint of Angst

✦ AU: Established Poly Relationship (MMF), Erotic Model Reader, Photographer + Model Seungcheol & Mingyu, Non-Idol

✦ Rating: Explicit (18+)

WC: 5.5k+

Tw: Swearing, Brief Instances of Fatphobia,

Sw: Sexual Photos/Videos, Praise Kink, Lingerie, Semi-Public, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Body Worship, Thigh Grinding, Hair Pulling, Nipple Play (Reader has pierced nipples), Exhibitionism (if you squint), Multiple Orgasms, Hint of Switch Mingyu and Reader, Light Spanking, Blowjobs, Fingering, Threesome, Handjobs, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Hints of Choking Kink

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“Hey, you got a package today.”

You look up from your spot near your mirror, glancing at the box in Seungcheol’s hands. You squint, trying to wrack your brain on what you’d ordered recently.

Bathroom curtains? No, that was custom ordered, it wouldn't be in the country for a long time...Shoes? No...you got them two days ago. New lens for Seungcheol's camera? No, that was on back order-

The moment it clicked for you, you come over to him, grabbing the box excitedly and plopping onto the bed. Seungcheol peeked curiously, watching as you open the box with a pair of scissors, pulling out plastic bags with multi-colored articles of clothing inside.

"I ordered from Caratland a bit ago and it finally came!"

Seungcheol takes a seat beside you, curiously looking at the bags. He didn't open any of them, instead waiting for you to do it first, since it was your order, anyway.

The moment you do, his lips part, eyes widening as you pull out a see-through white crop top. It was knotted in the front, a blue plaid pattern adorning the collar, knot, and the end of the sleeves. You pull out the skirt that came with it, excited as you feel the soft material between your fingers.

You feel Seungcheol’s eyes on you and look up, smiling at the telltale blush on his cheeks.

"I bought some lingerie…I wanted a small self-confidence booster, so a friend suggested I buy some clothes. The website makes clothes in my size too so I didn’t have to settle.” your voice is excited as you explain, taking more outfits out. Seungcheol watched you more than the clothes on the bed, smiling softly at how excited you were.

“Gyu should be out of the shower soon. Do you want to show him as well?” He inquired, rubbing your thigh gently. You smile and nod, taking out more clothes and laying them across the bed so the outfits could be seen clearly.

By the time Mingyu came out of the shower, a towel tied low around his waist, all of your clothes had been laid out on your bed.

“What’s going on?”

“I bought some lingerie.”

Mingyu’s brows go up in interest, coming over to the bed, kneeling as you begin pointing at each lingerie, tilting your cheek up to accept a kiss from Gyu before you did so.

“I showed Cheol this one but it’s got this mini skirt look I’ve always wanted to try. I haven’t actually tried any of these on yet because I wanted to wait for you, but I’m sure my ass will be out.”

Mingyu perked at the notion, but didn’t say anything until he pointed at one of several black outfits.

“What's this one?”

“Oh, this is a succubus one, look!” The men listened as you showed off each one, exchanging kisses and the occasional dirty comment here and there. You feel pride bubble in your chest as you try some of the outfits on, grateful for the website’s plus sizes actually being accurate and fitting you just right.

By the time you’re done, Mingyu looks like he’s hatching a plan in his head, tapping his chin as he glanced between some of the outfits. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing against his back as you tilt your head.

“What? Don’t like these?”

“No, these are my favorite, actually. I was wondering if we could do a shoot with you in them.”

Seungcheol nearly chokes on the water he was drinking while you feel butterflies flutter in your chest at the notion.

“In these? You’d want to?”

“You look fantastic in them. I’m thinking about a few props that could look good with some of these and I bet it would be a fantastic shoot.”

You send him a teasing look, poking his cheek.

“You just want to see me posed in the lingerie. Joshua said he would kill us if he caught us fucking in the studio again, y’know?”

“He and Jeonghan are away for a wedding photo shoot on Jeju. They won’t be back this week.” Seungcheol helpfully informed you. You blink and look at him before looking at the desk calendar at your bedside table.

Sure enough, ‘Josh is out, keep the studio clean’ was sprawled across this week’s days, starting today. You can't help but to notice the small 'Don't fuck in the studio' sprawled in small handwriting beside it. It was clear who wrote what.

You feel yourself smile, hugging Mingyu tighter as you set your head above his.

“What are we waiting for?”

-xoxo-

“You are a work of art, you know that?”

Goosebumps rise on your skin, your eyes closed and your head tilted up towards the sound of Seungcheol’s voice. Fingers ghost over your shoulders before you feel your breasts being cupped from behind and kneaded gently.

“Stay still, that’s perfect.”

You feel his lips on your throat, kissing above your pulse as Mingyu takes pictures.

There are a pair of pointed fantasy ears adhered to your own, painted to match your skin tone. It almost makes you giggle as you feel them brush against Seungcheol’s head before he grabs your jaw, thumb against your chin, and tilts your head, his free hand reaching between your legs to rub your clit.

“Y/N, look this way, baby.”

You follow Mingyu’s direction, opening your eyes and looking in his direction, your breath hitching as you feel Seungcheol’s fingers rubbing in small circles. You’d all decided to go with a succubus look for this shoot, with Seungcheol sitting you in his lap to do your makeup beforehand, stealing small kisses from you.

Mingyu had dressed you, picking one of the more latex-looking lingerie you’d bought, one that hugged your stomach, not in a way to hide your body shape, but to accent it. Your love handles were out, a spiked garter high up on your thigh holding up a pair of intentionally ripped fishnets. The body suit was formfitting, your nipple piercings leaving flower-shaped imprints on the top.

“Baby, are you spacing out?”

You realize your gaze had drifted to the floor as your mind wandered, looking at Mingyu with the smolder he probably had been looking for. He smiled, snapping a few pictures from different angles before nodding at Seungcheol.

You miss the contact he had with you as he moved away from your body, but he wasn’t gone for long, coming back with lubed fingers and once more kneeling behind you on the couch you’d been posing on. He once more grabbed your chin, this time tilting your face towards his, smiling as he hovered over your lips, pushing his middle finger into you slowly.

A gasp leaves your lips, and you almost miss the quick ‘that’s good ’ from Mingyu followed by camera clicks as you slowly take in Seungcheol’s features.

Staring into his eyes, you feel your mind wander ever so slightly.

It took a while before you could convince him to come from behind the camera to join in on shoots with you and Mingyu.

-xoxo-

You yourself were an erotic model, and you’d be lying if you said it was easy to get where you were now. You’d seen it all, photographers refusing to take you because they didn’t like the shape of your body, photographers clearly showing more…problematic views on models with larger body types…but you remained unshaken.

You know your worth. Big and beautiful and if some asshole wouldn’t add you to their portfolio, that was their loss.

You’d actually met Seungcheol at one of those turned-down shoots, back when he was studying the technique of some asshole who made you sit in your robes in the corner of the room for nearly three hours waiting to be photographed. All while he very clearly focused on the girls who’d stumbled in late as hell, spilled Starbucks on some of the props, and made one of the makeup artists cry.

Seungcheol approached you, then, offered you a bottle of cold water while a camera dangled around his neck.

“If it’s alright…I’d like to do a shoot with you. It’s becoming more obvious this guy doesn’t have any respect for his models or his craft but I’d like to keep you from wasting any more time here waiting on him.”

It was kind, and you finished half of your bottle before you nodded, moving out of the way of the other crew members and actually taking your pictures up on the roof. There were fairy lights adorning the outdoor set and you felt pride in your chest at the audible gasp Seungcheol let out as you dropped your robe for the first time.

Your shoot was nothing short of professional the first time. The next dozen, as well, once you’d taken your talents to Joshua’s studio thanks to Seungcheol’s word.

It was when Mingyu came in that things got more interesting.

Both a model and photographer, Mingyu was the first person you’d ever posed with.

It was a BDSM shoot, all latex and leather, collars and leashes, and hands-on intimacy that made your heart flutter. Again, things were professional at first, even after you found out Mingyu was dating Seungcheol, you three kept things in the studio focused and on task, creating varied shoots that did well for you all and the studio itself.

To the surprise of both of you, it was Mingyu who had asked you out on a date, smiling as Seungcheol nearly dropped his camera somewhere behind him.

You blink in surprise, looking at Seungcheol before looking at Mingyu.

“A date? Like a platonic one?”

“I mean…it could be platonic if you want it to be, I meant more romantic….did Hyung not tell you he liked you?”

You feel the distant sound of a windows shutdown noise play in your head as Seungcheol, mortified, pushes Mingyu out of the door, eyes wide and face flushed.

“D-Don’t w-worry about it, we're leaving early, I can't believe you, Gyu!"

You hear Mingyu getting scolded all the way down the hall and smile to yourself.

The next time, a month later, it's you to ask, laughing at the shocked look on both of their faces.

"You didn't let me respond, yknow." You teased as both of them became ecstatic.

Who knew that one date, three years ago, would start this beautiful relationship you all have now-

"Baby, if you keep spacing out, I may have to change tactics."

You blink back into focus again as Seungcheol slides a second finger into you, slowly pushing it in and out as he closed the gap between you, kissing you.

It was slow, with Seungcheol claiming every corner of your mouth as his other hand groped and kneaded your breast, fingers curling around the piercing.

"Cheol- " you gasp his name, clenching around his fingers as he works them faster in and out of you. Your hand drifts down between his legs, squeezing his cock and smiling as he let out his own gasp, tucking his face into your neck as you stroke him through the pants he's wearing.

You don't hear the sound of the camera clicking anymore, but before you have the chance to inspect why, Mingyu approached, kissing the nape of Seungcheol’s neck before he pulled his pants down.

Seungcheol’s cock is hot and heavy in your hand as you stroke him, smiling up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches as Mingyu quickly darts back behind the camera.

You hear him praising you both, but you only focus on Seungcheol’s expression. His jaw is tight as he tried to keep his face in check, but you can see he wants to break.

Hold you by the back of your neck, purr praise, and close his eyes as he lets his cock slide in and out of your mouth.

Technically he could do that and still not ruin the shots, in your opinion, but Seungcheol liked to keep himself in check while you three had your photoshoots.

Part of you is waiting for him to realize this is just for the three of you and just a shameless excuse for you to show off your new clothes to them and possibly ruin another studio couch by fooling around but you'd let him continue to hold back.

For now.

He really was so handsome when he was concentrating.

You wrap your lips around his cock, slowly bobbing your head as you stroke him at the base, smiling to yourself at the shudder you feel running through his body.

"Perk your ass up, Y/n. Good girl, just like that."

You hope Mingyu’s getting some good POV shots with all of his instructions, but you've already checked out, wanting more out of Seungcheol.

You let your hips sway, fondling his balls as you look into his eyes once more.

Seungcheol was big on that, the eye contact.

It had to grow on you a bit, but the intimacy definitely spiked the more you looked into his eyes, taking in every gasp, groan breathless chuckle.

Seungcheol’s fingers twitch ever so slightly as he watched you and you idly wish you'd used a lower quality lipstick so it would smudge as you blew him.

Finding out Seungcheol and Mingyu enjoyed lipstick blowjobs and the mess was a very interesting anniversary surprise.

Maybe next time.

For now, you close your eyes, feeling his fingers kneading the back of your neck as you bob your head. You can’t help the moan that left your throat as he worked out the tension from your neck.

Your hips move on their own, swaying as you spread your knees apart, pressing your tongue along the thick underside vein of his cock.

You're not sure how long it takes from the beginning of the shoot for Seungcheol to lose his patience, but it becomes apparent when he pulls himself from your throat, picking you up easily and setting you in his lap for a kiss.

You smile, grabbing him by the collar, keeping him close as you shifted about, straddling his thigh. Seungcheol noticed and let out a muffled chuckle, lifting his thigh so you could grind down onto it.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, pulling lightly as you moan, rolling your hips and moaning as you feel your clit rub against him through your bodysuit.

You faintly catch movement out of the corner of your eye until suddenly your kiss is being interrupted by Mingyu moving behind you, cupping your jaw and tilting your neck up to kiss you. Seungcheol took the distraction as the opportunity to move your body suit in a way for your breasts to be out for him. He took a moment to admire the tiger lily piercings adorning your nipples. It was a gift for you from Mingyu on your second anniversary and truth be told, it was one of his favorite piercings you liked to wear.

As you kiss Mingyu and rut against Seungcheol’s thigh, you feel Cheol’s fingers pinch and roll one of your nipples while his lips wrap against the other.

You moan sweetly, arching up more and hugging his head closer to your chest as Mingyu ran his hands all over your body.

“What about the..mm…the photoshoot?” You tease, nipping Mingyu’s lip. He let out a smile, looking into your eyes for a moment before sending you a wink.

“I switched it to the video mode. I’ll just go back and take stills for the edits later.” He explained.

Seungcheol chuckled.

“In other words, he got impatient.”

“Both of my partners are feeling each other up right in front of me, looking absolutely delicious and you think I’m gonna sit behind a camera for two more hours?”

You smile and send Mingyu a fake pout.

“D’aw, only two hours? We can go longer than that.”

You feel a pleasant shudder roll up and down your spine as both of them let out a growl and after a bit more shuffling about, you find yourself on your back, your legs spread with your heels on the couch as both Mingyu and Seungcheol work their fingers in and out of you.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Thank you.” Seunghcheol always took the time to praise you during your intimate moments like this, his fingers working you slowly even now, despite him clearly being hard and throbbing for more. Mingyu matched his pace, his fingers just a bit longer than Seungcheol’s as he curled them.

You can hear them kissing just above your head, your back arching suddenly as Mingyu’s fingers brush over your G spot. One of them lets out a pleased growl that makes you shudder as they both slowly press their fingers in deeper, rolling them against that sensitive bundle while they claimed each other’s lips.

Your thighs shake from the stimuli, but you feel the urge to do more than sit and do nothing so you lean towards Mingyu, nails scratching over one of his ass cheeks before you grab a handful, your lips trailing over his abs as you left kisses and bites in your wake. For Seungcheol, you drag your nails up his thigh, moving inward until you could cup and fondle his balls, smiling against Mingyu’s tan skin as you feel Seungcheol buck.

After a bit more teasing, you give him what he wants, grabbing him at the base and stroking as you continued to leave little bites along Mingyu’s flexing abdominal region.

You alternate your teasing, moving to leave bites along Seungcheol’s paler body, as well. Both of your bites take in different, contrasting ways on the men, and you have half a mind to remind them both to let you have the camera when you’re done having sex so you can photograph the bites.

You feel a coil in yourself, winding tight as both of them slowly increase their pace, feeling your body relax and loosen the more they prepped you. A whimper left your throat as you mouthed along the tip of Mingyu’s cock, your thighs twitching and nearly closing.

As keen as ever, both of them grab the knee closest to themselves, keeping your thighs open as they broke their kiss, lips kiss swollen as they looked down at you with matching smiles on their faces.

“Oh? Are you gonna cum already? Does this feel good?”

“You’re gonna make a mess, aren’t you? Go ahead baby, you’re so beautiful.”

They’re talking at the same time and you can barely tell who’s saying what over your own moans as your knees involuntarily try to close again, hips raising off of the couch ever so slightly.

“Ah, sit down baby.” Seungcheol’s tone is gentle, but it’s an order nonetheless and you feel yourself sit down, shaking in their hands as you glance down.

Sure enough, both of their fingers are glistening already, alternating tempos as they finger you, and the sight alone is enough to push you over, a gasp catching itself in your own throat as you cum.

Your lips fall open, and you feel someone set their hand around your throat, not to squeeze, but more than likely for the photo op. Regardless, it comes as an intimate comfort, your eyes fluttering half-closed as you looked up at them, pleasantly surprised that you’d already cum from fingering alone.

You find that it’s Mingyu’s hand around your throat when you meet his eyes. He doesn’t move for a full minute after your orgasm, just meeting your gaze with a quiet affection that made you smile, his thumb rubbing over your throat gently.

Once you catch your breath, both men pull their fingers out of your pussy, sitting beside you and making a show out of licking them clean. You watch with your eyes still half-lidded, licking your own lips before you push yourself closer, kissing Seungcheol, and then Mingyu, purring at your taste lingering on their tongues.

They give you a moment to calm down, helping you stretch your legs and back before Seungcheol beckoned you closer to him. You find yourself crawling into his lap, accepting a tender kiss from him as you put your knees at either side of his hips.

You pause only long enough to see if Mingyu wanted to move the camera before you feel Seungcheol, in a rare moment of impatience, pull you down, grinding his cock between your folds.

“Fuck that camera.”

It brought an unexpected laugh out of both you and Mingyu somewhere behind you as you reach between your legs, holding his cock up so you could sink down at your own pace.

Both of you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, and slowly, inch by inch, you sit on Seungcheol’s cock. He held your ass in both hands, caressing and kneading them as he waited for you to get comfortable, letting out a small groan as you give your hips a small wiggle.

“A perfect fit as always~”You tease, knowing he wanted to move his own hips. Seungcheol’s brow twitched ever so slightly before he looked up at you, one of his hands roaming up the side of your body, from your thigh, up to your waist and abdomen, all the way up to your face. You lean into his palm, cupping one of your hands over it as you smile down at him.

“Are you okay?” His voice is quiet, calm despite the fact you can feel him throbbing inside of you. You send him a smile, leaning down until your lips brush over his forehead, his cheeks, down to his nose, and stopping at his lips.

“You really are a softie, you know that?” You giggle. Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something, but it catches on his own breath as you begin to roll your hips, pressing your hands to the couch behind his head to steady yourself.

Seungcheol’s eyes drift down your body, and his hands once again follow suit, caressing and touching every part of you he can get to, moaning your name in deep purrs that make you teasingly clench up every time you bring your hips up.

You hear a moan off to the side somewhere and lift your head, finding Mingyu stroking himself as he sits on a prop chair, spread out with his legs wide apart. You smile to yourself, a hard-to-describe, yet powerful feeling rolling in your chest.

You loved both of your boyfriends to death, and it was evident they loved you just as much. Times like these when you drove them wild in your own way did wonders for your confidence, if you were being honest.

As you ride Seungcheol, you curl your finger, beckoning Mingyu over. His hand paused halfway up his cock as he met your gaze, running his tongue over his bottom lip before he stood, making his way over to you and Seungcheol, his cock hard, the veins prominent along the shaft. You lean over Seungcheol as best you can, glad he understood what you were trying to do as he grabs your hips to steady you, planting his feet onto the couch and thrusting up into you.

You grab Mingyu’s cock, stroking slowly, knowing he was a lot more impatient than Seungcheol and smiling at the telltale frustrated groan he let out the moment you begin to tease him.

“Is something-ah fuck-wrong, Gyu?” You can barely keep the playful taunting tone in your voice as Seungcheol’s teeth find their way to your piercing, tugging lightly as he snapped his hips up.

“My girlfriend is dressed as a succubus and our boyfriend is fucking her and my cock is currently hard and in your hand. Do I have to say anything else?”

You send him a devilish smile, squeezing his cock as you tilt your head. His hips buck the moment you do, a surprised groan leaving his lips as he looked at you with his teeth between his lips.

“Yes, actually.” is your reply, grabbing his balls with your free hand and stroking him at an antagonizingly slow pace with the other. Mingyu’s thighs tremble for a moment before a whimper fell from his lips.

“Y/N, please.”

“Beg, Mingyu.”

You hear even Seungcheol let out a breathless ‘ fuck’ from beneath you as Mingyu groaned in surprise.

“Y/N, please, can I have your mouth? I’m aching and I can’t take it-”

You squeeze him at the base again, dragging your tongue up the underside, cutting him off.

“Can’t? Are you sure?” You mewl, hearing Seungcheol’s thrusts get louder from how wet you were. Part of you felt bad for teasing Mingyu, but if the throbbing in your hand and the expression on his face was anything to go by, you knew he liked this type of bullying quite a bit.

“P-Please, I promise I won’t even cum without permission I just-”

Oh, uh oh~

Mingyu noticed the devilish look that crossed your face and stopped mid-sentence. Seungcheol let out a chuckle from beneath you as you hold Mingyu’s gaze, slowly taking him into your mouth, letting your hand fall away from his base. He let out a sigh of relief, looking at you with adoration in his eyes as you continue to fondle his balls.

Despite your own pleasure, you were hell-bent on making sure Mingyu came undone without permission just so you could punish him.

Maybe putting on this outfit gave you a lot more confidence than usual.

Perhaps you’d get more soon.

You feel your back arch as Seungcheol’s cock curved just right, your thighs tightening around his waist as the pace of his hips took over the tempo completely. He hugged your waist tight, picking up on the muffled gag from your moan and the way you clenched around him. You feel warmth bloom all throughout your body, your blowjob getting messier the longer it went on.

To his credit, Mingyu kept his hips still and his hands to himself until you shakily reach for one of them, setting it at the back of your head and looking up at him. He let out a breathy chuckle.

“You’re trying to make me cum aren’t you?”

You arch a brow coyly before you feel your eyes roll ever so slightly as Seungcheol hit your sweet spot hard. Mingyu waited until you were ready before he moved his own hips, both of them setting a much different tempo than the other.

It’s as messy as it is intimate, with Seungcheol murmuring words of love and praise against your skin as Mingyu’s cock hits the back of your throat, his fingers moving down to the back of your neck. You wonder if both of them realize it’s a sensitive zone for you or something, since both of them have this thing for massaging it. Every time they do, it made pleasant jolts run up and down your spine, and now was no different as you swallow hard around Mingyu’s cock.

“B-Baby, I’m-”

Seungcheol’s hips are stuttering below you, and you finally begin to move your own once more in response, clenching every time he nearly pulled out, enticing him to sink back in. Seungcheol growled out a string of curses, planting a hard spank to your ass that makes you jolt in surprise, gagging once more on Mingyu’s cock.

“Are you o-okay- fuck ” Mingyu barely finished speaking before you adamantly sink down fully, nose against his pelvic region as you looked up at him. He cupped your face, holding your gaze and wiping away any overstimulated tears that rolled down your cheek as Seungcheol alternated kneading your sore cheek, spanking the other, and rubbing your clit.

It didn’t take much more for you to clench tight, thighs shaking as you came first, nails leaving scratches against the leather couch as you scrambled for purchase on something. Mingyu’s hips twitched themselves as he kept still, biting back his own urge to cum as he watched Seungcheol hug you close, cumming inside of you as he kissed the valley between your breasts, mumbling something neither you or Mingyu could hear.

Once both you and Seungcheol’s orgasms had subsided, you noticed a distinct lack of something and looked up at Mingyu, who stood over you with a (barely) triumphant look on his face.

“I didn’t cum without permission.”

Seungcheol laughed from beneath you as you slowly pull off of Mingyu’s cock, a spark of chaos and challenge in your eyes.

“I noticed. Come over here, then.”

A few minutes of repositioning, handsy grabbing and intimate butterfly kisses that quickly turned into more, and you were on your hands and knees, ass arched high in the air and a poor couch pillow being squeezed to hell and back as Mingyu thrust into you from behind. He held your shoulder down with one hand, the other on your waist to keep you in place as he thrust in deep, the cum Seungcheol left behind making a mess of both of you and the poor couch below as he watched his cock sink in and out of you.

You’re unsure of the words leaving your lips by this point, if they’re even words at all or just unintelligible sounds of ecstasy as Mingyu fucked you.

“Your hips are moving on their own again, my love? Are you gonna milk my cock like you did Hyung’s?”

You moan in response, glancing at him over your shoulder, rolling your hips in circles to meet him halfway. His thrusts are still powerful and nearly stop you in your tracks from how good it felt. Seungcheol isn’t too far from the two of you, stopping to give Mingyu a kiss that doesn’t shake the younger man’s tempo in the slightest before he circles around to you, kneeling on the floor in front of you and tilting your chin up so you can look into his eyes.

“Absolutely beautiful. Do you want to cum again? Can Mingyu cum, baby? He’s been working so hard~” he caressed your cheek, smiling as you once again press into his palm, nodding. He stole a kiss and shook his head.

“Ah, you made him say it. What do you want Mingyu to do?”

“C-Cum inside! Please cum inside of me I n-need it please-” You once again roll your hips, moaning in bliss as Mingyu rewards your efforts by going faster himself, hooking both of his hands over your thighs and pulling you back into his thrusts. Seungcheol continued to compliment and praise both of you, his voice raising only when both of yours did from your own groans.

“Go ahead, Mingyu. Give our love what she wants.”

You feel tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as you cum again, thankful for Mingyu’s tight grip on your thighs, since you’re sure you would have fallen without it. You bury your face into Seungcheol’s neck and cry out something, though you’re not too sure of what since your mind blanked. Heat flooded between your legs as Mingyu came inside of you, groaning as he held you tight, slowing his wild pace to a slow grind.

You shudder, fingers leaving indents on Seungcheol’s skin as you held onto his shoulders, needing a moment to catch your breath before you pull away, heart hammering in your chest.

“Hey there, baby. You okay?” He inquired. You smile and nod without a word, giving him a kiss. He chuckled and happily kissed you back, caressing your cheeks with both thumbs before you broke it to try and lean back and kiss Mingyu. He bent over your body, making it easier for you as he leaned most of the way in.

Seungcheol watched the two of you for a moment before moving himself to turn the camera off, grabbing a robe for all three of you and coming back.

Once you broke the kiss, you pout as you feel Mingyu pull out of you. It’s immediately gone the moment he wrapped you up in the robe, picking you up effortlessly and smiling at Seungcheol.

“It’s a good thing the studio has showers.”

The three of you laugh as Mingyu led the way to the showers.

“We should probably change that couch, though,” Seungcheol commented.

“Oh, yeah, definitely.” You nod, putting your head against Mingyu’s chest.

-xoxox-

“YOU FUCKED IN THE STUDIO AGAIN?”

Mingyu dodged the couch pillow being hurled at him by Joshua while you sit and watch with Jeonghan. The man looked amused by the entire thing, going through the photos Mingyu, Seungcheol, and you had cleaned up and edited.

“Oh, that is a cute outfit on you, Y/N.” He commented, ignoring Seungcheol trying to play peacekeeper.

“We bought a new couch!”

“YOU USED MY CARD TO DO IT!”

You bring a cup of tea up to your lips, watching Josh lob a plushie that definitely belonged to Hosi across the room, nailing Seungcheol in the face. You glance back at Jeonghan, pointing to one of the pictures that was taken towards the beginning of your ‘shoot’. You, Mingyu, and Seungcheol looked like a trio of love-sick idiots, and it made you smile as you pointed it out.

“This one is my favorite, I think.”

Jeonghan nodded, sipping his own tea.

“I think it captures a lot.”

You smile and nod before you feel a dinosaur plushie belonging to Chan collide with your own head.

“DON’T SIT THERE LAUGHING, YOU’RE IN TROUBLE, TOO!”

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