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tasteracha · 1 year
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a/n: just minho eating your pussy like it's a five star meal. this is @gimmeurtmi's fault mixed with @lino-nyangi and i'm pretty sure @tasteleeknow was involved too
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the first time he goes down on you, you’re so caught off guard that you giggle. 
it’s not that he’s bad at it - it’s actually quite the opposite. he’s skilled with his tongue, his fingers acting as supporting cast members as he dips into you. his nose nudges your clit just right to provide that slight amount of extra stimulation, and it’s kind of perfect. 
it’s not the way he’s wearing his work clothes still, too distracted by the way you were laying on your bed with nothing on but an oversized t shirt. he did little more than loosen his tie before diving into bed between your legs, holding your thighs apart with his strong hands while he looked at you with reverence. 
it’s not even the way he looks kind of silly with your juices coating his mouth and down his chin, slightly obscene in the way he doesn’t even make a move to wipe it off. 
no. it’s the way he makes a little mmph! noise at the first taste, eyes lightening up and widening like they do when he digs into his pudding or something wonderfully spicy. his nose twitches as he stares at your pussy for a second, blinking in the way that he does, before he dives back in. 
it’s just so cute. even with his face buried in you, the giggle escapes your lips, turning into a breathless whine when he stops and pulls back to stare at you in confusion. you shake your head, reaching one hand to thread through his hair and push it back towards you. he arches a brow at you but let’s you put him back into his place, collapsing back down into the pillows when he resumes his meal just as enthusiastically as before. 
you feel your high approaching faster than you want to admit, his skill mixed with the fact that he so obviously loves to be between your legs making the coils in your lower belly twist and threaten to snap. he eats you through your high, making little noises of happiness as you shake apart on him. your legs close a bit and he moans where he’s trapped against you. he’s rutting against the bed, even as your muscles give out and you all but melt into the mattress. 
he’s kneeling over you and unbuckling his belt before you can blink, still breathing hard and twitching a bit from your orgasm. he pulls his cock out of his pants, and the vision of him jerking off in front of you in his suit almost makes you come again. he throws his head back as he fists his cock, your essence still glistening on his face, making him look like some kind of god (a thought you file away for later). 
you can see the way his body tightens when he comes, stripes of him coating your pussy in warm strokes. his breaths are ragged even as he collapses onto the bed in front of you, his head resting on your thigh as he calms down. his curious eyes are locked onto your core, the way his release is covering you in a work of pure art. 
he shuffles closer, licking tentatively at you and making you jolt from how sensitive you are. his face goes sour, a deep frown taking over his features as he tastes himself on his tongue. it’s the complete opposite to how he reacted to you, and you can’t help but laugh again, so hopelessly endeared by him. 
“why are you laughing at me,” he pouts, reaching for a cloth to wipe you clean. he uses the other side to clean his face, and discards his jacket before crawling up the bed so he can throw an arm around you. it’s a sign of how much he trusts you that he doesn’t feel insecure because of your giggles, he’s just curious. 
“you’re so cute,” you say, pinching his cheek between your thumb and your finger. “does my pussy taste that good baby? did you even hear the noises you were making for me?”
“you’re the single best thing i’ve ever tasted in my entire life,” he says, not missing a single beat, completely serious. he kisses your shoulder. “now me? i don’t know how you like that. we have to work on your taste preferences, something is wrong with you.”
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stevebabey · 1 month
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uhm shyly comes into your inbox to give a steve idea :’)
finding him so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it. so he’s cocky about it and teasing, it’s never relenting. he loves it and honestly so do you.
(feel free to ignore!)
trying to get my steve groove back on!!! thank u for sending something nonnie!! a lil bit of shy!reader <3 just a blurb too
Steve doesn’t know it’s a favourite of yours.
One of his polos fits his chest pretty perfectly if anyone asks your opinion. It’s that nice navy colour that looks good against his tan skin, with a bold stripe of white through the middle. A little plain but classic.
It hugs his biceps snugly and stretches ever so slightly over his chest. At the right angle, you can see the definition of his pecs and it’s awfully good at reminding you of what they look like with no shirt on at all.
The thought makes you fluster a bit.
He’s got plenty of polos but this one— this is your favourite. And he’s wearing it tonight, on Valentine’s day, and now you’re not quite sure you’ve been as slick with your wandering eyes as you hoped.
Across the booth, Steve smiles at you, his lashes kissing in the corner. He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck and your eyes zero in on the bulge of his bicep instantly.
Steve’s smiles melts into a grin, a tad wicked.
Yeah, okay, maybe he does know it’s your favourite.
You fluster again. Something nudges at your foot under the table, right as Steve says, “What?”
He’s teasing. He definitely knows what.
“Stop,” you murmur, on the side of embarrassed. “You know what.”
Steve smiles again and drops his arm, thankfully, only to fold them and lean forward on the table. It does wonders for his arms, especially in that shirt. Damn that shirt. Damn him. He’s evil.
“Do I know what?” He pretends to muse thoughtfully.
He tilts his pretty head to the side just an inch. His eyes stay locked on you, drinking up every second your flustered reaction. You’re beautiful, even more so when you get all embarrassed about liking him.
“Steve.”
“What?”
“I will not be responsible for any further inflation of your ego, thank you very much.” You mumble it as you take a sip of your soda, eyes on the table. Why is it so terrible to have him know you were leering at him?
Steve laughs loudly. He finally slides his arms back and off the table, giving you a temporary relief.
“You’re the only one who can inflate my ego, actually.” Steve counters, his brows raising. He steals a fry off your plate and chews it slowly.
You eye him over your cup, skeptical.
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” He shrugs, swallowing his food. He takes a sip of his own milkshake, oh-so casual when he says, “Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me anyways.”
He grins across the table at you, a more mischievous shine in his eyes.
“Why do you think I picked this shirt?”
You’re equal parts mortified and enthralled at what he’s said. In your surprise, you accidentally inhale a bit of your soda and it burns as it goes down the wrong way— you cough awkwardly to clear it. Okay, less equal, more mortified now.
It’s your turn to ask. “What?”
Steve nudges your foot under the table again, teasing and flirting all in one. His pink lips curve into that grin that makes your heart flip flop— and there’s even a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. As though he’s also endeared but embarrassed by your attention.
“It’s your favourite.”
“It’s—” You splutter and for some reason, decide to lie. “No, it’s not!”
“Yes, it is!”
“No, it’s—” You pivot mid-sentence. “Who told you?”
Steve laughs again, that big loud belly-laugh where his cheeks get all chipmunk-y cos he’s grinning so hard. When he stops laughing enough to talk, he’s reaching across the table. You’re not quick enough to pretend to avoid his hand as he snags it with his own.
“Baby,” he says. “Nobody had to tell me. I could just tell.”
Somehow when he says it like that, when he calls you baby in a voice all sticky with fondness, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.
You nudge him back under the table and sip your sofa again to try think of something to say. He knows what you look like when you love something. How terrifying. How intimate.
Another sip of soda. Steve rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, content to gaze you. His view is sweet enough he must have cartoon hearts circling above his head.
You can’t think of anything to say in the end, so you just squeeze his hand and nudge his foot again — and trust that he’ll just be able to tell what you mean.
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seattlesellie · 9 months
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soccer!ellie x cheerleader!reader headcannons (sfw+nsfw) ⚽️💗 18+
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this has been on my mind a lot.
ᥫ᭡ first of all, lets make it clear. ellie is a forward, and an attacking midfielder. when it comes to playing, ellie's a game maker. she's calculated, and knows exactly what she's doing. often times, you could catch her pacing around the midfield in what may seem like an aimless strut, but if you really look at her, you would notice those brain gears turning, she's thinking ahead. it's as if she gets inside her opponents brains and studies them. she knows exactly what their next move will be, and when the balls in-between her legs, her kicks are precise and calculated. while everybody else is chasing the ball, ellie already knows how to score the next goal, and a minute later? she does. oh— and it's her third one in the game already.
ᥫ᭡ when ellie scores, she can get a little cocky, but it took her some time and practice to get this comfortable. when she scored the first goal on her very first college game, she stood frozen in front of the goalie. her eyes narrowed in confusion, “did i…?”— and in a matter of exactly five seconds, her teammates were all over her. dragging her across the field, picking her up and cheering her on. ellie was so exultant and excited she swore she stopped breathing for a moment.
ᥫ᭡ now? when ellie scores... yeah, she knows exactly what she's worth. she points her finger to her ear, signals at the audience; "let me hear you", and nods her head when the chanting gets louder. when they shout; "williams! williams! williams!" her ego inflates in her chest, and she almost feels like a god— albeit, she's not annoying about it. it's just fun when people scream her name, you know?
ᥫ᭡ sometimes, ellie spots a cutie in the audience and hands her her sweat drenched tee with a shy smile. speaking of tee? her kit is a black shirt with blue stripes, and a royal blue, golden crown symbol. her nike socks are pulled up to her ankles, and when she jacks up her shirt to wipe some sweat off her sheeny forehead, she reveals her mouth watering abs, and a firm v line right on her lower abdomen. no wonder girls swoon over her, and no wonder she likes it.
ᥫ᭡ when ellie saw you in the audience, the last thing on her mind was handing you her tee. honestly, what she wanted to do was hide under a bench and bite the ball between her teeth. you made her too nervous, what could she say? you weren't just a cutie in the audience, you were drop dead gorgeous, you wore that cheerleading outfit and you cheered for her— well, for her team, and for some reason she couldn't quite recognize, you paid her no mind. you were the only one who didn't flash her flirty, playful smiles after the won a big game, and you were the only one who made her heart feel like it was dropping right to her pants.
ᥫ᭡ after scoring three goals, she finally spotted you. you had your pom pom's in your hands, and you were talking to two of your friends. after you noticed she was looking, practically staring, you raised her a small, shy smile, and her breath quickened. right when she waved at you, you turned around. then— she pretended to wave at someone else. that, led her blush to creep down to her chest. she fumbled the ball twice, almost tripped on her shoelaces and received one yellow card, that turned into two yellow cards— when she decided that arguing with the referee wouldn't be a stupid decision.
ᥫ᭡ ellie has access to her teams instagram account, so she stalks you from there. obviously, she doesn't follow you on her personal account because at the end of the day she's a terrified loser, hence why she's right here, at 9pm, on her best friends bed, logged on to the jackson's tigers. she comes across a picture of you from december. she groaned at how pretty you are, dropped her phone right on her forehead and... double tapped. "oh fuckfuckfuckfuck" "fucking hate this fucking phone... DINA! HELP" ᥫ᭡ when you asked her teammate about it the next day, ellie was near, and she turned her head to the other direction so swiftly her neck almost cracked. then, that night, she concluded that the smartest thing to do was to spam like all of the jacksons tigers cheerleaders posts and comment "out favorite cheerleaders!" on one of your pictures from practice.
you were so freaking confused.
ellie thought she was a genius.
ᥫ᭡ clearly, ellie talks about you with her teammates. she talks about you so much they practically call her a “fucking idiot” for not asking you out already. it always begins with “that one cheerleader…” and then, they immediately roll their eyes, because they know who she’s talking about, and for some reason— she refuses to use your name. she says it's because she doesn't remember it. they think it's because she's a loser. “one cheerleader”, as if there were truly any others on her mind.
ᥫ᭡ when she asked you out for the first time, it was right after a game. a 6:1 game. she felt so triumphant and the adrenaline rushed through her veins, it was almost a given. she was going to ask you out. today. right now. she walked over, fanning herself with her tee, absentmindedly flashing her abs, you looked at her and smiled so softly she felt as if she was going to choke. “good game, williams” you bubbled, and now, what fucking game and who’s fucking williams? so flustered, all she wanted to do was join the water polo team and drown herself in the pool. “hey… you want my shirt?” she muttered, could you tell she was breathless?. right, her shirt, this is the move.
“for…?” you responded, tilting your head.
she stammered, and toyed with the hem of her tee. “for um…” for? for? for? “for the…” she huffed, scratching her neck.
“for our date?”
ᥫ᭡ for your first date, she took you out for milkshakes. although they were two dollars each, she insisted on paying and nearly dropped her wallet on the floor. "no, really, let me… please?", and who could say no to that? you two practically talked about nothing and everything at the same time. she teased you about being a cheerleader; "all you do is jump around" (she knew it wasn't true, she just wanted to see how cute you'd get when you're pissed) and somehow, you weren't pissed. you responded with a grin.
"and all you do is run around and chase the ball like a dog"
ᥫ᭡ she truly felt like if she didn't kiss you right now she might die, so she did. she crawled under the booth like an idiot, and sat directly next to you. her eyes darted form your lips to your eyes, to your lips again.
"are you gonna ki—"
ᥫ᭡ the next moment you knew, her hand was on the back of your neck, and her lips crashed into yours. when she pulled away, cheeks flushed and lips still parted, she whispered a breathy "yeah, gonna kiss you".
after that night? you two were inseparable, glued by the hip.
ᥫ᭡ ellie gets incredibly in her head before games. she's slightly anxiety ridden, paces in fast circles around the room just huffing under her breath about different strategies, and what her opponents will do. "if i get a penalty kick..." she begins, and she looks so angry and pouty you have a feeling that you know exactly what's gonna help. the best remedy to her nerves? you. it's as if a comically large lightbulb appears over your head. "wait, what's a panel kick?" you question, tilting your head. you give her this pout, like you're stupid— but you know exactly what a penalty is, you've been to about ten games already. she chuckles softly under her breath and shifts her body towards you. "penalty, babe, it's penalty kick" then, you ask her to explain. she sits down on the bed, pats her thigh and signals you to sit on her lap. when you do, it begins. all she does is elliesplain soccer to you, and suddenly all of her nerves are gone. she doesn't know what you're doing, or maybe she does, but truly, she doesn't mind. your touch light as a feather, you caress her arm as she rambles on and on, and at one point— you're not even listening. you fully are just staring into her eyes, focusing on making her feel good. you get off from her lap, and signal her to place her head on your thighs. "keep going, els" you softly hum. "and then... on that one game, messi and ronaldo, like—“ then, she yawns, and her voice has that sweet, lazy raspiness to it, gets breathier and softer. she dozes off right on your thigh. when she wakes up, she huffs a small "thank you", and you know it's sincere. she kisses your jaw, gently holds your wrist, brings it up to her chaste lips, and pecks it softly. "you're too cute, you know that?"
ᥫ᭡ once you two started dating, you no longer felt like the teams cheerleader, you felt like you were ellie's, and ellie's only. obviously, you dont make it clear to them, but when you cheer— you keep your eyes glued on her. you sneak extra glances, and sweet smiles just for ellie. when the chant ends with a "go team!" you mouth her a small "go... ellie" and to that, she grins, and cocks her head.
you give ellie her final hug, before she has to go on the field. "go ellie?" she whispers in your ear. "yeah" you bite your lip, swallowing a giggle, and her hand pinches your waist. "oh yeah?", and it's so raspy and teasing that it makes your knees nearly give up on you. "good luck, williams" you kiss her on the cheek, but she tsk's, grabs your jaw and kisses you hard, in front of everybody.
"don't need luck when you're right here"
ᥫ᭡ when ellie scores, she dedicates the goal to you. she’s scanning the audience, and when she finds you, jumping up and down, clapping your hands and screaming her name, she points at you, and only at you. "this one's for you" she mouths. truthfully? all of them are. as soon as the game ends, her teams all over her. picking her up, carrying her around— that's until she spots you, sucking on your bottom lip and smiling so big it's making her heart practically melt. "wait a sec, guys..." she walks off, and when they groan, she shrugs; "gotta say hi to my girlf—" before she even finishes her sentence, you're jumping in her arms. she picks you up, spins you around and giggles so loud even her teammates can't help but join in. "you're my fucking champion, ellie" you praise, looking deep into her eyes.
"you're my champion" she won. and yet, you still are.
"but you won!!" you argue, fuck— your heads starting to spin.
"only won cause you’re here, only fucking reason" and maybe, it is.
ᥫ᭡ you made her a good luck charm bracelet, and decorated it with blue, black, golden beads. she wears it on her her left wrist, to every single game. she doesn't exactly believe in luck, but she believes in you, and she believes that somehow, every game she won was because of that charm.
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ᥫ᭡ the no sex before a big game policy her coach had forced upon the team popped like a little bubble when you two met. one time, one of her friends talked about it with you. you had no idea that was even a thing. the only sentence she said afterwards, was "if coach finds out, she's toast" oh.
ᥫ᭡ one thing about ellie is that she's obsessed with fucking you in your cheerleading outfit. makes you do a little spin, and then takes your top off. when it comes to the skirt? "leave it on, babe". she thinks it has to be a kink or something, because when she watches you cheer, your skirt slightly hiking up and revealing a little of your upper thigh, she loses her mind. she has to bite on her tongue and her face goes all red, you’re killing her— did you know that?
she's sat comfortably on the bed, dressed in her grey sweats and sports bra, whilst you demonstrate your cute little dance. "first, i have to kick my leg up" — and when you do, your panties poke through and she has to swallow hard. "yeah? what else" she places her palms on her thighs, spreads them, and keeps her eyes glued on your body. "then... a little spin" you twirl, and the air lifts your skirt up. to that, she mutters a curse word under her breath.
"do that again"
"ellie…” you whine, and before she has time to respond, you just do it again.
she nods her head up and down. "take your panties off"
you don't listen, do you? deciding on giving her that bratty attitude, she tells you again. "i said... take those panties off"
you stand in front of her, lifting your brow. she gets on her knees, places a soft kiss on your inner thigh, pats it lightly, takes them off for you and stuffs them in her pocket.
"now, do that spin again"
ᥫ᭡ when you take her strap while wearing your skirt, she truly goes crazy. makes you bounce on it as the fabric flaps around, fully just teasing her, and she's just as close to cumming as you are. "fuck! mmmph-ellie!" you wail, incoherently so, and it sounds like pure gibberish. "again, say my name again" she hisses, and now— she's practically fucking it into you, rolling her hips so you don't even have to move a muscle. the only thing you do, is spread your puffy folds open for her, hiking up your skirt so she gets a good view of your pussy and your erect little clit, pumping just for her. "i said... fuck— again" "ellie!" you gasp, and the look on her face is a look of pure bliss, of pure smugness, cocky satisfaction. "that's it…”
ᥫ᭡ when she has a big game coming up, truthfully, so do you. cheering might not be as intense, and it's not a damn competition, but you work just as hard. which is why... she makes you chant those cheering athems while she's inside of you. maybe, it'll make you remember them better.
"what comes next, huh?" she croaks, circling your clit with her thumb whilst deliciously splitting you open with her strap. "then its... it's... oh— ellie" you sob, clenching around her as if she might run away if you won't. "it's...?" she teases, and takes your cheeks between her fingers. "it's... go t—t—team" you whimper, squeaking like a dog's chew toy. "i dont think that's quite right" she manages to keep her voice steady, but her movements are anything but. she's panting, and encourages you on. "c'mon— gotta remember it f'me, you can do it" she grunts, gives your ass a little slap that makes you squirm. she grabs the fat between her palms, and nods her head. you can truly do it, you know you can. "it's... it's go el— go ellie" with the sound of her name, she fastens her pace, both inside of your achy cunt, and right on your clit. "el— el— gonna c—cu!" you cry out, holding on to her wrist while she hovers on top. "you're gonna what?" now, her voice is just as unsteady, with the base of the strap hitting her puffy, wet clit. "c—cum" when you manage to cry, it washes over you, mind boggling, makes your entire body jolt till you're shaking beneath her. she helps you ride it out,
"take it— fuck— take what's yours, take it.”
“that's my girl"
ᥫ᭡ anyways, ellie is obsessed with the way her name sounds as it leaves your mouth. obsessed with hearing you scream it, whimper it, whine it, obsessed when it comes out shaky, and obsessed when it's crystal clear. her favorite one though? "go... ellie!"
ᥫ᭡ if she loses a game... oh, what a sore loser. she puts the blame entirely on herself, especially with her new role as the teams captain. but oh, how lucky she is, to have such a considerate girlfriend. when you two got home from the game, you laid on the bed. she gave your hand a little squeeze;
"gonna shower" and she lifts her body or of the mattress. “dont wait up, babe— go to sleep"
she opens the bathroom door, and the water start streaming. you really won't go to sleep though, would you? what you do instead, oh...
you go through her bag, aimlessly looking for something... something, that will make her feel better. something that will show her she's the boss, whether she loses or wins.
her tee. "WILLIAMS" on the back, with the number "7" right below. you can't help but chuckle, grin— even, and do a little dance before you put it on. it's sweaty, damp, but you don't seem mind. you take off your shirt, your bra and your panties, and you wear it. it smells like her and it caresses right over your nipples, you almost have to stop from being so nasty and touching yourself with whilst she's showering. you're wearing her tee, her name— williams— you're hers. williams fucking girl. you sit pretty on the bed, legs wide open, and you wait. you wait and you wait and you wait— till you no longer hear the water streaming. she opens the door, and if your heart skipped a beat, ellie was pure having heart palpitations. she groaned loudly, and you almost felt the air she let out on your skin. "what is... what—“ she moves closer, and her eyes look hungry, ravenous.
"m'showing you.." you purr, in an attempt to hide the nervousness in your voice. you turn around, on all fours, purposely flashing her your ass and your cunt when the tee rides up. you point at your back. "who i belong to...”
ellie's never moved so quickly in her life, not even when she's chasing the ball. she yanks you by the tee, and pulls you closer to her chest. "yeah?" she whispers, as if she doesn't already know the answer. she nibbles on your neck, and you whimper.
"all yours... captain"
oh fuck.
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tastefulstars · 1 year
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Get in Line
Your words come back to haunt you and now Billy, Eddie and Steve are making it their personal mission in life to ruin you.
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Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington
word count: 5.6k
a/n: this uhh got away from me a little and ummm, im not sorry :))
taglist: @starkleila
content warnings: 18+ only, mdni, fxmxmxm, piv, pia, pim, degradation (lots of sl*t/wh*re), dirty talk, oral (f&m receiving), fingering (v&a), possessiveness, manhandling, very very unprotected sex, rough handling & choking, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms. lmk if anything is missed. masterlist next
You wake slowly, body heavy and sleepy. You're groaning and regretting being awake when oh no, no no no, your words from last night filter through your brain - why would I choose one when I could have all of them? Three dicks for three holes - and you're mortified. Shame and humiliation has your face burning and you sink into your bed, pulling the covers up and over the top of your head and wishing the ground would just open up and swallow you whole.
You know they heard you, heard you basically admit to fantasizing about the three of them tag-teaming and passing you between them and using you, and if you never had to look them in the eyes again, you would be absolutely fine with that.
You're content to stay in bed and simmer in your shame when there's a slamming on your door and you whimper because there's only one person who has the balls to bang on your door like that. You do your best to ignore it but the banging only gets louder and more insistent and annoying.
Stomping your way to the door, you yank it open, glaring at Billy.
"What?" You snap, he's standing there - one arm up and leaning against the door frame and looking stupid and handsome and does he not know how to button his damn shirts? You watch as his smirk grows more prominent as he rakes his eyes down your body, you're only wearing a pair of undies and an old smurfs shirt that really, really doesn't cover much. Your scowl deepens.
"We're going out" He finally says, jerking his chin over his shoulder and you spot Steve and Eddie, hanging out the windows of Steve's car and they're leering at you just as much as Billy had been.
"Have fun then" You say, moving to slam the door closed on him - he's quick though, shoving his way in just enough you can't close it. He smiles sweetly at you.
"Oh no - don't be like that" His voice is soft and syrupy and it makes you want to melt, "you're coming with us, sweetheart"
The way he says it is absolutely sinful and you feel the heat radiating off your cheeks and you don't know where to look. He's pushing at you, making you stumble backwards, and keeps his hands on your hips as he marches you to your room and pushes you inside.
"Get changed"
He waits outside your door, which you firmly shut because you don't know if you could take his comments, and quickly slide on a pair of fitted red striped pants and pull a fitted black tank depicting a skeleton riding on a motorbike over your head. You weren't trying to get dressed up but, well, if your clothes would make your boys not take their eyes off you, then even better.
You shake your head roughly, your hair is a lost cause and you don't have the energy for makeup. You slide a pair of socks on your feet before you're grabbing your backpack and jacket. You yank the door open and Billy is still there, leaning casually on the wall opposite.
"Very nice" He's commenting, lip curling at the corners and you huff, pushing at him. You slip your feet into your boots, hand holding onto Billy's shoulder and he reaches for your waist to steady you.
You push him out the door and pile into Steve's waiting car. Both Steve and Eddie turn and beam at you, greeting you warmly and you feel your eyes narrow, suspicion creeping up your spine.
"She's grumpy today" Billy says from the front, ignoring your 'am not!', "She might need some extra lovin'"
Eddie reaches across the seat and slips his fingers into your pants at your hip and you suck in a sharp breath as he pulls, sliding you across the backseat until you're flush against him. Your lungs are shuddering and you really don't know what to do, your face is going to combust, you know it.
"Aw, poor baby" He's laughing at you.
"We'll take care of you, don't worry" Steve is throwing a grin over his shoulder at you as he backs out your driveway.
You scowl at them all and fold your arms across your chest, face flushed and heart tapping out a quick beat.
"Why are you three even hanging out? You don't like each other" You're snapping at them and trying to will yourself into not being so damn turned on, you're embarrassed and horny and they know it.
"Ahh" Eddie waves his hand, "Those two ain't so bad"
"It helps we have a comment interest" Steve adds, and the feeling of wanting the ground to swallow you up comes rushing back.
Billy's eyes catch yours in the rear-vision mirror and you want to wipe that smug smirk off his stupid face, and maybe kiss his stupid face and then kiss Eddie's stupid face and then Steve's even stupider face. You turn away from the three of them and stare out the window, willing your face and heart and body to just calm down already!
You know they're doing this on purpose, riling you up and teasing with their words and touches, unfortunately for you - they are very, very good at it and it works very, very well.
They end up taking you to the arcade and they argue who was going to pay for your tokens and your drinks and your snacks, who would be taking care of you. You rub at your eyes, and sigh heavily.
"Enough!" You whine, "just, just cut it out - please? Billy buy my tokens, Steve you get my drinks and Eddie you can buy my snacks, alright? Settled?"
They're smiling at you and you just groan. It was going to be a long day.
By the time they drop you off home, your undies are soaked and they've reduced you to a blushing mess with their innuendos and causal touches that were anything but.
They all walk you to your door, which in itself is strange, normally they'd just sit in their cars and wait until you'd shut your house door behind you. You thank them for the day as you dig your keys out of your bag and when you look up at them from under your lashes, they're leering again. Starting at you with blatant want, and your flush deepens.
"Well, goodnight!" You squeak and fly into the safety of your home. You hear their laughter and muffled voices and you bury your face in your hands and whimper.
You had hoped that that would be the end of it, time would pass and they'd move on to other conquests and your poor heart would be given a break from the constant flirting and touching, but no, no you're not that lucky.
They're almost always together now when you're with them, If you ask one of them to hang, the others show up. Sometimes they just show up unannounced at your home and push their way into your room and make themselves comfortable.
You really don't know how much more of it you can take, it's starting to get too much and you always feel overwhelmed and horny and you're in danger of developing feelings, so you try to put some distance between the four of you. You're conveniently busy when they want to spend time with you, or you've got a headache or you're not feeling well, or your parents really need your help, and you're starting to run out of excuses as to why you're avoiding them.
There's a party this weekend, you know that your boys don't know the host so you're going - desperate for a chance to relax and maybe even pick up a stranger. You take your time, styling your hair and doing your makeup, and you dress up - wearing a pair of fitted, high waisted denim shorts that really don't have any business being called shorts and a little black, top that shows off way too much cleavage.
The music is loud and the heat of everyone pressed into the living room is making you clammy but you're enjoying yourself. Letting loose and sipping your drink. There's a guy in your space and he's asking you if you want to dance and you say yes, taking his hand because why not? He's cute and maybe he'll help you forget your dumb feelings about Billy, Eddie and Steve.
The guy, Kevin? Mark? You don't know but he has his hands low on your hips as you dance, the tips of his fingers almost resting on the curve of your ass. You've lazily draped your arms around his shoulders and tip your head back, closing your eyes and just enjoying the moment.
Well, you're enjoying it right up until you feel him, John? No Kevin - definitely Kevin, tense and still. You crack open your eyes and he's looking over your shoulder and then he blinks and tears himself away from you. You're left reeling and confused but there's a strong hand gripping your bicep and whirling you around and there's fucking Billy and Steve and Eddie.
They look angry and they're pulling at you, tugging you outside and ignoring your protests and attempts to yank your arms out of their grip. They're shoving you into Billy's car and he's tearing out of there, speeding down the road and away from the party.
"What the actual fuck?" You yell, anger bubbling to the surface. Billy is clenching his jaw and gripping the wheel tight and Steve has a stony expression on his face and Eddie, oh Eddie just looks disappointed, your heart is sinking and you feel tears burning in your eyes. You never wanted to hurt them. 
"Could ask you the same question" Steve says, clipped and short.
"We thought you didn't feel well" Eddie is saying, voice hard, "and yet, here you are"
You feel shame and guilt at lying to them well inside you and your face scrunches. You turn away, facing the door so they can't see the way your eyes water and you’re biting your lip and you try your hardest not to cry.
"You three don't own me" You're snapping out, redirecting your feelings into anger and Billy is snorting, "I'm allowed to spend time with who I want!"
"That's where you're wrong" Billy snarls, he's driving too fast and you don't even know where they're taking you. It's not until his pulling in behind Steve's car and you're eyeing the house, dark and silent, that you start to feel - not scared but well, almost scared, worried maybe? Apprehensive. You don't know what to expect and they all look so angry and disappointed and upset with you.
Billy is pulling open your door and leaning in, grabbing hold of your arms and pulling you out of his car. Steve's unlocking the house and Eddie is pushing your back and Billy is pulling your arm. You stumble in, and they're leading you to Steve's room. They only let go of you once you're inside the room, shut in with them and the rest of the world shut out.
You're breathing hard and you're almost enjoying this, being manhandled and the possessiveness. Almost. You just need them to communicate. They're standing, facing you with their arms crossed and blank faces. You shift, restless at their scrutiny and wanting them to just do something, say something.
"So?" It's Steve who breaks the silence, "care to explain why you have been blowing us off for weeks?"
And you know he doesn't mean it the way it sounds, but oh his words make you tremble and flush. You scrunch your nose up, looking anywhere but the three boys staring you down.
"You know why!" You crack, voice breaking. You can't keep ignoring what you've said - pretending you're okay with all the flirting and touching and not acknowledging how you feel about them. It's Eddie who sighs softly, moving to you and cupping your cheek.
"Yeah" He's keeping his voice soft, calm, "we know"
"Why do you think we've been spending so much time teasing you, flirting with you? All all of us, together?" Steve's saying, sighing and sitting on the edge of his bed. Eddie gently pushes you down, sandwiching you between him and Steve, and Billy is moving to kneel in front of you.
"Yeah, hell, after spending so much time with you three - I even kind of like these two loosers now" Billy confesses, resting his hands on your thighs, "And if any of you say anything to anyone, you'll regret it."
You laugh and the utter sweetness in his voice as he threatens you all, then it all becomes too much and you collapse, hunching in on yourself and trying to be as small as possible. Eddie holds your hand and Steve rubs your back and Billy is gently pressing his fingers into your thighs.
"What? You sayin' you don't want us anymore and we've put all this effort into wooing you for nothing?" Steve jokes, a hint of anxiety in his voice - they were worried you had changed your mind and that's why you were at the party, but you're shaking your head.
"No, I just-" Your voice is quiet, meek. "I guess I didn't think you three would be okay with it? Wouldn't be okay with sharing or being in that situation and it's not like this is normal"
You hiss out the word like you're ashamed of your desires, and a small part of you is.
"We wouldn't be here if we weren't" Billy says, Steve hums in agreement.
"We talked about it, almost as soon as you said it at that party. We've been talking about this for months, babe" Eddie assures you.
"Believe us?" Steve murmurs against your shoulder. Eddie's looking at you with his big brown eyes and Billy is watching from under his lashes and Steve's got his lips mouthing the skin of your shoulder and it's all too much for you and you hiccup a gasp and nod.
"Tell us what you want"
And you're so, so embarrassed, your cheeks burning, as you whisper that you want to be passed around from one of them to the other, as they compete to see who can fuck you the best, to hold you down and push their dicks into you and make you squirm and take it, that you want them to not stop using you until they're completely sated and satisfied, that you don't want them to stop even if you're begging them to - only to stop of you say your safe word that you whisper to them.
And oh.
Eddie is pressing his lips against yours in a downright filthy kiss. It's all tongue and teeth and you can feel your combined spit drooling down your chin. When you gasp for air you're being yanked away from Eddie, Billy pressing himself up and licking into your mouth.
"Not gonna be much of a competition" Billy is saying into your mouth, "We all know I'll fuck you the best"
And really, you should have known they would be taking this too seriously - like it was an actual competition and you were the prize.
Steve is snorting and muttering a 'not likely' and Eddie is huffing a 'yeah right'.
You're a mess before they've even gotten your clothes off, slick soaking right through your shorts and your cunt aching, all from the messy, sloppy kisses they've been pressing into your mouth. It's Billy who notices.
"Jesus fuck" He laughs, "She's fucking soaked and we haven't even touched her"
Steve's raising his eyebrows and pushing his fingers between your legs, shoving Billy’s hand away where it'd been cupping you. He groans when he feels your drenched shorts and you squirm, trying to get some pressure from his fingers. Eddie clamps his hands on your hips and stills you.
"God she's such a slut" Eddie laughs, "Absolutely desperate for it"
"I bet she's gotten off, thinking about taking our cocks" Steve says, "and she really thinks that pathetic little guy would have been able to satisfy her? Look at her, one cock is not enough for a whore like her"
Billy is laughing at his comment, you almost hate how much their words arouse you, your veins feel like they're on fire and you're whining, panting and trying to move to get your clothes off.
"What do you think you're doing?" Eddie asks, condescendingly, Steve chuckles.
"I think she wants her clothes off"
"Of course she does, she's a slut" Billy agrees, and he's reaching for your shirt and so is Steve and Eddie and they each have the fabric in their hands and they just, tear it. You moan at the display of strength and go limp, letting them rid you of the rest of your clothes and you're left laying on the bed naked while they're all still fully dressed. It's absolutely thrilling, you're gushing slick and almost desperate enough to start begging already.
"Who's going first?" Steve asks, the boys glance at each other and Billy shrugs.
"We'll all get a turn so it's not like it matters"
"You go then, Steve" Eddie says, sliding jacket off his shoulders and resting against the top of the bed. He shouldn't look so graceful and casual in his movements, especially when you can see how hard he is in his jeans, but he does.
Billy shoves at you until you're laying next to Eddie, head on a pillow and he's sitting beside you - mirroring Eddie. Eddie is resting his forearm on your shoulder, putting just enough of his weight to pin you there and trailing the fingers of his other hand along your nipple while Billy leans over you with his big hand squeezing your other tit and he's sucking on your neck.
Steve's nestling himself between your legs and pressing sloppy kisses on your hips and lower stomach. You can't stop whining and gasping, you couldn't think, couldn't do anything besides moan their names.
Your mind stutters and goes blank when Steve presses his mouth against your cunt, you don't even realize you've let out a high keen. Billy's laughing in your neck and Eddie pinches your nipple.
"God, she's a mess and we haven't even started" Billy chuckles.
"Hmm, just wait 'til we're done" Eddie replies, "she'll be so ruined that she wont be able to have anyone else"
The casual way they speak to each other about you sends little zings through you, your thighs shake around Steve's head where he is lazily eating at your pussy.
"How many times do you think we can make her come tonight?" Eddie asks and the others still, glancing at him then flicking their gazes to your red, flushed face.
"Six sounds good" Steve murmurs into your cunt, "two for each of us"
"I think she can give us more than six" Billy's commenting from where he's sucking hickies onto your breast.
"Lets find out"
Steve goes back to lapping at you and Billy is marking as much of your skin as he can reach and Eddie tweaks a nipple before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss.
The combined sensations of hands and lips all over your body has you overwhelmed already and you can't stop the sudden orgasm from washing over you. You shake against them, thighs tight around Steve's head and moaning into Eddie's mouth.
Steve doesn't give you a moment to catch your breath, he doesn't even bother to get undressed. He zips his jeans down and pulls out his cock and just shoves it inside you. You cry out and try to move but Billy and Eddie are just holding you down, pined to the bed, lazily kissing and sucking hickies into your skin.
Steve doesn't let you adjust to him and just starts fucking into you. You're so wet that every thrust is making an obscene squelching noise, you gasp little a little 'ah!" every time he's shoving back into you.
"Oh god, Steve" you whine, you can't move and all you want is to press your fingers against your clit and come all over his cock, "Steve, please - oh, ahh, ohhh - wanna, ah, wanna come"
"Again? Already?" Billy says, biting harshly on your collar bone, "Don't know if you deserve it. You're fucking her Steve - what do you think?"
"Hmm, I -" He's breathing heavily and his head hangs between his shoulders, his hips never faltering in their quick pace, "Fuck this pussy is so fuckin' tight"
"Bet it's drenched" Eddie murmurs, "We don't even need lube"
"You'll come all over my cock" Steve grunts at you, "Then I'll fill you up and make it even wetter for them"
You're keening softly and clench down on Steve's dick and Eddie presses his fingers on your clit and you're coming undone. Steve's grunting and gasping, thrusting a couple more times before he's shuddering his own release.
"Fuck" He pants, "Fuck, you've got to make her come on your cock, it's - fuck, so good"
Eddie shifts, shoving Steve out of the way and he's pulling your hips up and resting your ass on his thighs. Steve tucks himself away and lays on his side beside you, and latches his lips on your skin.
Billy is shoving his tongue in your mouth as Eddie thrusts inside you, you moan loudly around Billy's lips and bury a hand in his hair, using the other to grip Steve's bicep.
Eddie pounds into you, the angle is different this time and he's brushing against your g-spot on each rough thrust. His hands grip your hips and you just know you'll have finger print shaped bruises tomorrow. Your cunt is fluttering and you can't stop trembling, and you feel cock drunk already and you can't form any semblance of coherent thought.
Billy wraps a hand around your throat as he kisses you, his grip is firm but not tight and it goes straight to your cunt. Eddie moans softly and slams into you harder.
"Ah, hold her throat tighter" He gasps, "She just gushed all over me"
"Yeah?" Steve is speaking lowly, "You like being choked huh? You're so fucking dirty"
Billy moves, sitting beside you and holding you down by your throat and he shoves two fingers into your mouth. You gag on them and mindlessly start sucking, stroking the digits with your tongue.
"Bet you like that, huh? Whore" He's spitting at you and your eyes roll back.
Eddie is slamming into you and once he presses his fingers against your clit you climax for a third time, soft whimpers escaping your lips. He doesn't change pace, unrelenting and it only takes a few more hard brushes of his cock on your g-spot and you're squealing around Billy's fingers, your whole body shaking with a fourth orgasm.
Eddie slams into you a final time before he peaks, spilling inside you. He's moaning softly and rocking himself through his climax. Once he stills, he looks down at you.
"The fucking slut squirted all over me" He tells the others as he pulls out, his and Steve's combined fluids dripping out of you and spilling down your ass onto the mattress. He smacks Billy on the shoulder as he moves.
"Your turn, big boy" He quips.
You're mindlessly staring at them, brain fuzzy and whole body tingling. You feel so, so, good. Used and stretched and stuffed full of seed. Billy is grabbing your hips, lifting and spinning you - setting you on your knees and holding your ass in the air. He's behind you, pressing in, gripping your hips tight and you let yourself go limp, chest and shoulders pressed into the bed.
"Still so fucking tight" He's grunting and pounding into you, and it's all you can focus on is breathing between moans and how good your pussy feels and how amazing having cocks stuffed into you one after the other feels.
"God, the noises you make" Eddie groans.
"She's good huh?" Steve asks, casually, holding the back of your neck.
"So fucking good" Eddie agrees.
"This fuckin' tight, pretty pussy was made for this" Billy grunts out in time with his thrusts. You can feel the mess dripping down your thighs and you might be drooling onto the sheets and you're starting to feel overstimulated and sensitive and Billy just keeps going.
You're whining out a litany of please, please, oh god, Billy, please. You don't know exactly what you're begging for - to come, for him to come, for him to stop, for him to never ever stop. There’s a set of hands lifting your shoulders, holding you up, and a cock is being pressed against your lips.
You shudder and let your jaw go slack, sinking down onto it. You don’t even know who’s cock you’re sucking on and you’ve never, ever been so turned on.
“Fuck” Steve is saying above you, “Her fucking mouth”
“As good as her cunt?” Eddie asks, he’s got his hands underneath you and he’s playing with your tits, lips pressed against your back and biting.
“Nothin’ could be as good as this cunt” Billy chuckles, you moan around Steve’s cock at their words, loving how they could just speak the filthiest things about you so easily. Steve winds a hand in your hair and uses it as leverage it push and pull your head, using your mouth as a fuck hole.
“She’s loving this, being a little fucktoy and cumdump” Eddie says against your back, “She’s gonna cum any minute from it, aren’t you?”
You nod as best you can while being fucked in both your cunt and mouth and you can feel it building, a fifth orgasm creeping up on you. You clench around Billy’s cock and he stills, breathing heavily as he fills you.
He pulls out and shoves two fingers inside you, pushing all the fluid back inside your cunt. He’s rough and fast, fingering you and making you shake. The firm smack against your ass has you jerking and squeaking around Steve’s cock, there’s laughter above you and someone’s saying do it again. Billy smacks your ass, leaving red hand prints all over, each stinging smack makes you whine and jerk and you’re gagging on Steve’s dick, drool sliding down his cock, and your eyes roll and you orgasm.
They shove you, pushing you down on the bed and you pant, chest heaving, slick and fluid gushing out of your cunt. You’re so sweaty and hot and you can’t begin to express how good you feel, you can’t even think. You can hear them moving around and it takes all of your concentration and energy to roll your head and open your eyes. They’re stripping, and what a sight, they’re all so fucking hot and you can’t stop the whine leaving your lips.
Eddie’s all long and toned, tattoos littered over his body, and Steve’s tummy looks soft and his arms strong, and Billy is all lean muscle and tanned skin. You’ve already climaxed so many times but that doesn’t stop your cunt clenching and leaking even more slick. You’re wide eyed and slack jawed and flicker your gaze over all three of them, not really sure where to look but not wanting to take your eyes off them.
Eddie’s attaching his lips to your cunt, licking and sucking and cleaning you. Your back arches and you wail, sensitive and overstimulated. Billy grabs at your throat and slides his cock into your mouth and you do your best to take him, to suck and make him feel good. Steve is just stroking your chest and stomach, leaving trails of fire everywhere he trails his fingers.
“You’re such a good little slut” Steve murmurs, you whine and tremble, “Perfect pussy made just to take our cocks”
Billy takes it easy on you and rocks his hips gently, huffing quietly, and Eddie is pressing his thumb against your asshole and the pressure has you panting, tilting your hips down.  He pulls away from your cunt, just far enough to speak.
“Steve, you got some lube? As wet as she is, don’t want to risk hurtin’ her”
Your eyes slip closed and listen to the shuffling, a draw opening, a click of a bottle opening. You keen at the initial press of a finger into your ass and you can’t help yourself, rocking your hips and trying to feel more inside you. You can’t concentrate and your jaw slackens, Billy’s cock slipping out of your mouth.
“Fuck, who would have thought the innocent little princess would love it up her ass”
“I’m really not surprised - she’s a fuckin’ filthy whore”
“How many times you think she’s let some pathetic guy fuck her like this?”
“Oh, she’d beg for it every time”
“She’s never going to be satisfied now, no desperate guy like the one she was dancing with - what was his name?”
There’s a hand wrapping around your chin and jaw and squeezing, you open your eyes and make a sad little noise, eyes watering.
“What was his name, bitch?”
“Ke-Kevin” You gasp out, there’s too much happening all at once and you’re struggling to function, “Please”
“Right. Kevin would never be able to satisfy you”
There’s mean laughter and hands pressing everywhere and they don’t rush, taking you when they want. Eddie’s got his fingers buried in your ass and you need more, need to taste them, need them inside you. They’re dragging this out and you just break, and you start crying. You start begging between deep gasps and making little whining sounds on each exhale.
“Please, please - need more, please oh, I can’t, I can’t” 
They’re pushing you and moving, they’ve got you kneeling with an arm wrapped tight against you holding you against Eddie’s chest. Steve is slipping under you, legs resting either side of yours and Eddies, and Billy kneels just behind Steve’s head fisting his cock.
You’re being pushed down, kneeling over Steve who holds you up with strong hands on your waist, Eddie’s hands gripping your hips, and you’re being pushed down onto Steve’s cock, cunt clenching, and Eddie’s pressing into your ass. Billy reaches and grips your hair, feeding you his cock.
You’re completely full, your arms shaking with the strain of holding yourself up, you’ve never felt anything quite like this. Stretched and full and used, your brain buzzes softly and you just go blank - letting them use you ‘til they’re satisfied. 
There isn’t much talking once they start moving, Eddie and Steve rock in sync, in and out, out and in. Billy is shoving his cock as deep as you can take it, nose brushing on his coarse hair. It’s all too much, you’re too sensitive and you can’t take much more and you never ever ever want them to pull out. Tears flow freely down your cheeks and you let their grunts, groans and gasps wash over you, sending you into a blissfully, mindless state.
Your clit is brushing against Steve on every rock and you shudder as a sixth orgasm washes over you, making Steve and Eddie groan as you clench and flutter around them. You let out soft little gasps around Billy’s cock and on a particularly deep thrust, you gag around him.
Billy lets out a soft fuck and spills down your throat, you swallow as best you can but some dribbles past your lips and down your chin. It doesn’t take long for Eddie and Steve to both climax, pressing their cocks as deep as they can and groaning as they coat your insides.
There’s a moment of stillness, you all just hold yourselves, breathing heavily and basking in the pleasure.
Then Billy is pulling his cock out of your mouth and gently relaxing his hold on your hair, Eddie slips out of your ass and he helps Steve carefully roll you onto your side on the bed. There’s soft murmuring above you but you can’t comprehend anything outside of yourself, your mind blank and empty.
You feel a body pressed against your back and an arm around your waist, and someone’s running their fingers through your hair and stroking your face. After a few moments, your leg is being pushed, moved further up the bed and there’s a warm cloth being pressed against you. You whine quietly and flinch at the feeling of the rough fabric brushing against your swollen cunt and there’s a soft shushing noise.
You’re being rolled gently onto your back and there’s a body pressed against both your sides and someone is laying between your legs, resting their head on your stomach. They stroke your skin and hair and murmur words you don’t understand and the pressure of being surrounded by them grounds and relaxes you.
When you become aware of yourself and your surroundings, you let out a soft groan, alerting the boys to you.
“Hey baby” Steve’s murmuring against your cheek.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Billy asks softly from your other side. You risk a glance down and Eddie’s resting his chin on your tummy, staring up at you with doe eyes, he smiles lovingly when he notices you looking.
“Hey” You sound absolutely wrecked, voice broken and rough. Your body is sore and aching a little, and you were going to cry if they make you leave any time soon, “‘m good, sore, but good”
“Want a shower?” Steve asks, voice soft and sweet. You shake your head, letting your eyes slip closed and sighing.
“Not yet” You whisper.
“Sleep baby girl” Eddie tells you, pressing a kiss on your tummy, “We’ll take care of you, okay?”
You let yourself relax again, slipping back into yourself and welcoming the blissful, restful sleep. Within minutes you’re breathing deeply and the boys soon follow you, lulled to sleep by your quiet, rhythmic breathing.
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𝐬𝐜𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬; 𝐧° 01
this was supposed to be me elaborating on this thought by @hyunsvngs (😵‍💫 never have i ever related to something more btw, i absolutely LOVE body hair), and it ended up being a drabble bc i'm dumb and i always ramble a lot.
bear with me if there's any mistakes, as per usual english is not my native language and secondly it's late and im tired and im supposed to be sleeping lol
𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭
𝐭𝐰: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞; 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛; 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛; 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬?; 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭; ♡
𝐰𝐜: 1,5𝐤 ;
🫧
The first time you suck him off, it catches him completely off guard. 
After all, you’ve only been going out for a couple of weeks, and you haven’t made things official yet, so it’s not like he’s expecting you to drop on your knees and take his cock out, why would he? He’s a gentleman, and he wants to respect your boundaries - after all you’ve been going out for less than a month and are not official yet. Yes, you’ve made out in the backseats of his car countless of times by now, and you made him cum in his pants while dry humping, but you haven’t seen each other naked yet. 
That’s why he nearly chokes on air when, during a particularly heated make-out session, you drop on your knees unexpectedly, palming his hard-on over the thick material of his jeans. It’s when your fingers reach for the button of his pants that he stops you by wrapping his fingers around your wrist. 
“Oh. I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked. It’s okay if you don’t want me to.”, you immediately apologize, and he wants to slap himself across the face. 
It’s not like he doesn’t want it - because he does. It’s just… It’s silly, now that he thinks about it, but insecurities are a bitch. He should’ve shaven earlier in the shower, shouldn’t he? He just didn’t think you’d go that far. Fuck- it’s too late now. It’s the first time you’re touching him and he doesn’t know what your preferences are - what if you don’t like body hair? What if it grosses you out? His exes didn’t like body hair on him after all…
“Ah, it’s not that.”, he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck, and can feel his cheeks flush pink. “I want you to.”
“Then what’s wrong?”, you ask him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 
You’re there, kneeling between his legs, looking at him with doe eyes, and he feels stupid. “It’s stupid, really.”, he tries to brush it off. 
“I’m sure it’s not stupid if it’s making you feel this way. You can tell me, I won’t judge. Promise.”
Is it too soon to say he’s in love with you? Because that’s all he can think of right now. 
“It’s just, I wasn’t expecting to do… this tonight, so I haven’t…” I have, uhm… hair?”, it comes out as a question. 
“And…?”, you’re still pretty confused. He has body hair, so? 
Changbin looks at you genuinely surprised, eyebrows raised and boba eyes open wide. “You don’t… mind?”
You smile at him, then bite your lip and shake your head. “Nope. In fact, I think it’s sexy.”, your fingers toy with the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it up to reveal the pale skin of his stomach and - oh. Your head snaps up in his direction. “You have a happy trail!”
“I have a… what?”
“A happy trail.”, you repeat, brushing the soft hair that runs from his navel all the way to his crotch, disappearing under the waistband of his boxers. “It’s hot.”
“Is it?”, he furrows his eyebrows. 
You hum in agreement. Then, you lean in to place a kiss directly on his navel, and he gasps. “Can I show you how much I find it hot?”
He nods quickly, and shivers when he feels your hot tongue on his skin. You lick a long stripe that goes from the waistband of his underwear to his belly button, coating his skin and his body hair - the happy trail, as you called it - in your spit. “Fuck.”, he mutters under his breath, kicking his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. Inside the confines of his boxers, he’s rock hard and leaking. 
A shaky breath leaves his parted lips when you fidget with the button of his jeans. You undo unbutton them quickly, then unzip them, and he lifts his hips from the couch to help you slide them down his thick thighs. The grey boxers he’s wearing leave almost nothing to the imagination, and your mouth literally salivates at the sight of a wet patch on the fabric. When he catches you staring, his cheeks flush pink once more. He’s about to say something, but you catch him off guard for a second time by latching your mouth to his inner thigh and start to leave a series of kisses and delicate scratches that go all the way to his clothed groin. Changbin is already a mess - breathing heavily and trying not to think of how hot you look, otherwise he knows he’ll be cumming the second you touch him. Hooking your fingers on each side of his underwear, you slide them off his thighs as well, finally freeing his cock. 
Fuck. 
“Oh.”, is all that leaves your lips at the sight of the prettiest and hottest dick you’ve ever seen. 
What was he even insecure about? Right, hair. You don’t want to sound cheesy, but pubic hair looks fucking good on him. Like, really fucking good. There’s soft, dark curls decorating the base of his cock, and you can’t wait to bury your nose in it while you take him down your throat. That should show him how fucking perfect he is and how much he turns you on. 
“Changbin do you-“ you find it hard to take your eyes off of that pretty cock, but eventually you lift your gaze to look at him “Do you have any idea how much I find you hot?”
He’s about to answer - he doesn’t even know what to say to be honest, he’s not used to receiving compliments, what a shame - when you suddenly grab him by the base and wrap your wet lips around his cockhead, and he chokes a moan, throwing his head back once more. “Oh, fuck.”, he grunts. 
He’s about to protest when you pull him out of your mouth, but it’s only so that you can let a gob of spit fall directly on the tip. You then take him in your mouth once again, smearing your own saliva all over his length using your lips. Meanwhile, the pads of your fingers toy with the soft hair at the base of his cock and his stomach, brushing it lightly. 
Changbin relaxes instantly under your touch and spreads his legs wider, letting you accomodate between them in an even more comfortable position so that you finally can take more of him in your mouth. A deep grunt leaves his lips when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and he’s quick to entangle his fingers in your hair while he’s gripping the cushion hard with his other hand as you continue to bob your head up and down his length. 
You release him from your mouth to catch your breath, and start to pump his length with your hand instead - wet sounds filling the room. He doesn’t expect you to fucking lick his balls, swirling your tongue around the most sensitive part of his body, then taking one inside your mouth. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck- you’re so fucking good at this, oh my God.” Changbin swears under his breath, chest rising and falling quickly as he feels himself getting closer and closer. He opens his eyes to look at you, and it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever witnessed - you, kneeling between his spread legs, pumping his cock with your hand and with your lips wrapped around his balls. You swirl your tongue around them once more, coating also the hair at the base in your saliva, and Changbin chokes on air. 
He lets out a small whine when you release his balls from your mouth, but you immediately wrap your lips around his cock once more, determined to give him a mind-blowing orgasm. It’s what he deserves - he deserves to be fucking worshipped and spoiled. 
“I’m so close.”, he whines when you take him even deeper, your nose brushing his pubic hair as the underside of his cock lies flat on your tongue. “‘M so fucking close, please.”, be begs in a high-pitched tone, and you decide to finally give him what he wants. Only then you bury your nose in the soft hair at the base of his cock and swallow around his length, and before he can stop himself or warn you - Changbin is coming in your mouth, shooting hot, white ropes of thick cum down your throat. His legs shake due to the intensity of his orgasm, and when he shuts his eyes, all he can see is white. 
It takes a while for him to catch his breath. You release his now softening cock from your mouth, and smile at the sight of him so fucked out - both of his hands covering his face as he takes deep breaths, shirt lifted, softening cock lying on his abdomen and your sticky saliva smeared all over his skin and hair. 
“C’mere, let me return the favor.”, is the first thing he tells you once he’s gained his breath. 
🫧
-> 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 - “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧” 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.
-> 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.
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st4rd0lly · 1 month
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𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄
cw : AFAB reader , dom nikolai , restraints , roommates no ability AU , brat taming ? , reader is a brat, MDNI 
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“F-fuck ! Slow down!” You tried whining out to the clown who had you pinned down, your wrists behind your back with his hand pressing them down. Nikolai, was your roommate, unfortunately you like to say. His eccentric and charismatic personality and his knack for messing around with people didn’t go all too well with you. Bickering was a common occurrence and sometimes play fights, which was what was supposed to be happening now. But…
“Slow down? Dovey I’m not even in you yet and you’re already asking me to slow down.” He cooed in your ear, his grip only growing tighter. You could practically hear the grin in his voice, his braid brushing against your shoulder. 
“Oh well shut up and then fuck me why don’t you?” You gritted out, meaning it as a joke really. But you’d be lying if you said your eyes didn’t trail down to his bulge occasionally during your time with him, or how your eyes would also just gaze at his nice figure, especially his thighs. And you’d most certainly would be lying if you said you didn’t like to hear him fuck himself stupid with god knows what in his room, you’d never admit it and you were sure he did it on purpose.
Now the slick between your thighs was getting uncomfortable. You tried wiggling, but he was pressing down so much that it only made you press your ass against his dick and fuck. It felt heavy. 
“Now what are we doing huh sweetheart? You really mean it?” He asked, cackling and rubbing himself against you. “Such a freak you are.”
“Please. That’s rich coming from you, you’re the fucking freak.” You retorted, looking back at him while your cheek was against the bed. 
“Yeah? And you want this freak to fuck you huh?” He taunted, the smug look on his face was obvious and you could feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and arousal. “You are a bratty little thing hm? You talk big for someone who looks so small right now, I bet you’re soaking wet.”
“Why don’t you find out then? W-wait—“ You questioned, before he lets go of your wrists and flips you onto your back, kissing you unexpectedly as he does. Letting out a surprised moan, his presence was so obvious. It nearly made you unaware of how he had brought your wrists up and tied it with the nearby scarf you had tossed on your bed earlier. His hands now trailed down to your hips, his lips pulling apart from yours to bite at your neck. He pulled your shorts down along with your lace panties roughly, you almost shuddered from your skin being exposed to the cold air despite it feeling hot in the room at the moment.
His fingers dipped between your legs, your slick coating his fingers as he rubbed at your clit before sinking slightly into your hole. You jolted, biting your lip to hold back a whimper. “See, soaking wet. There’s no reason to hold anything back now.” He chuckled, biting into your neck eliciting a sharp moan from you. “I mean it doesn’t matter anyways, I’ll be making a mess out of you soon.” He said, pulling back and licking your taste off of his fingers, looking directly at you. He moaned at the taste, his tongue making a long stripe before he let out a small giggle. He happiy took off his shirt and tugged down his grey sweats with his boxers. 
“Holy shit.” You whispered, making him laugh. You were convinced there was no way his dick was going to fit in you, not when he was that thick and long. He rubbed it against your pussy, both of you groaning at the feeling. 
“Dim your thoughts pretty thing. Just hold still and I’ll make it fit. Won’t be a brat anymore if you’re too full right?” He grinned, his tip slipping inside. 
“There we fucking go… be good okay dovey?”
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dividers : @/cafekitsune
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yokohamapound · 1 year
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Hi bestie! Great to find a new BSD blog! For starters, can we have some hcs on what kind of lingerie Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Akutagawa and Fyodor would buy their fem!s/o? ;)
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Hey, I hope you enjoy these!
Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Edogawa Ranpo, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Warnings: NSFW, lingerie
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Dazai Osamu
This man is what we like to call an omniwhore. If it's on your body, he's interested in getting it off and getting you off.
Dazai's stated himself that he has quite wide-ranging tastes, so it's highly likely he'll just buy you something you'd feel sexy in, but if he had completely free reign...?
His tastes are pretty classic. He'd probably go for something black, with lace. He likes how it feels, warmed by your skin, against his hands, his tongue...
That being said, you don't need to buy anything expensive to seduce him. You could be lounging around in one of his shirts and a pair of thigh-highs and that would count as lingerie to him.
Dazai is someone who likes seeing his s/o wear his clothes, especially in a dishevelled, just-got-fucked kind of way.
Nakahara Chuuya
Chuuya's favourite colours seem to be black and red, which isn't a surprise coming from anyone in the Port Mafia. Chuuya leans towards an edgy, femme/homme fatale style if he's choosing lingerie for his lover.
Think bustiers, garters, body harnesses, edging into bondage chic, I guess you could say. These are his tastes and you don't have to subscribe to them, but if you do he'll be shoving you into closets, back seats of cars, his personal office, the club bathroom. Pretty much anywhere he can get you alone and start ripping off buttons.
There's a certain part of your body, and anything that brings his attention to it is enough to get Chuuya raring to go.
Thighs.
Stockings are great, but those little harnesses or garters that go around your thigh get him bricked up like an 18th Century window.
If you're feeling cheeky, you can lift up the hem of a skirt or let him see the outline of it under your pants. Man is gripping the edge of the table.
"You're killin' me with these, dollface."
Edogawa Ranpo
You know those candy thongs?
Jokes aside, I feel like Ranpo doesn't buy you straight-up lingerie as much as he occasionally grabs a little costume for you. Straight-up sex is probably kinda boring, even if it feels good, so why not have some fun with roleplay?
You could be a cute little nurse and he's the world's greatest detective.
Or you're a cute little maid, and he's the world's greatest detective!
These aren't cheap costumes, though—he'll get you some nice, high quality stuff and not those itchy, shiny polyester things from Shein.
If he does buy you underwear, it has cute prints and colours. I feel like he likes stripes, pastel ones. Pinks and blues and soft yellows, because it lowkey reminds him of candy wrappers.
However, one time he did just bring you a bag from the grocery store.
"Ranpo, why is there a can of whipped cream?"
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke
Okay, do not send Akutagawa into a lingerie store because he will panic and he will destroy the store with Rashoumon. At first he will be highly dismissive of buying you underwear—are you not capable of buying it yourself?
Give him time to come around to the idea that he can choose what he sees on your body, the intimate garments that are going to hug your skin under your clothes, for his eyes only. Then he gets it.
Akutagawa's taste definitely runs to dark fabrics: deep burgundies, black, of course, deep purples and emerald greens if he's branching out a bit. Lace and frills, but also a touch of leather and metal. You can't take the Port Mafia out of the boy, after all.
I don't know if this is a Port Mafia-induced kink but he also likes body harnesses. The straps against your skin, especially if they're cinched a little tight against your soft flesh, remind him of when he binds you in Rashoumon and spreads you out underneath him.
This works with normal outfits too, actually. If you wear something floaty with a body harness underneath, and he sees it? Especially when you're out in public or on the job?
There's gonna be a whole different kind of screaming coming from that dark alleyway.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
I'm hardly original in thinking this, but Fyodor would strikes me as the type to lean toward something clean, pure. Angelic, one might say.
White is very common, especially delicate fabrics like lace and silk. Fyodor likes to get his cold hands on you, to feel you shiver at his touch, and the contrast between warm, soft skin and cool, slippery silk pleases him.
The sight of your legs sheathed in pretty white stockings, lace clinging precariously to your upper thighs—that's a temptation he struggles to resist, especially when you sit on his lap. He's a stocking man and will ensure you always have plenty in your drawer.
Little babydoll nightdresses too, usually delicate and translucent.
Oh, and blindfolds.
He also has a lovely collection of pretty silk ropes to tie you up in.
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autumnaaltonen · 1 year
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Here’s an idea of the reader loving all of his forms
Like he would use his other forms to fluster the poor reader
Oh hells yeah. After conducting that Alucard simp poll a couple weeks ago, we now know that the love for Alucard's various forms stretch across the board.
Alucard Using His Shapeshifting to Fluster His S/O
It was common knowledge in Hellsing that there were many shapes and forms Alucard could take on. Sometimes he was shadows in the ceiling corner, spying on guests as they speak with his Master. Other times he could be mist under the dining room table, listening in on conversations between Hellsing staff on the goings-on of the manor. He was unpredictable, and this made everyone hyper aware of what they said while on duty.
You, on the other hand, have been his lover for quite a bit, and when you manage to wiggle into Alucard's dead heart as you have, guessing his patterns and whereabouts becomes a bit of a game for you.
Integra: "Damn that creature, he did not arrive for our scheduled meeting with the Iscariot, again. Where the blazes is he?"
You: "Oh, he was there. He's just hiding in your shadow again."
Alucard, from Integra's shadow on the carpet: "The sun was at it's peak. Why should I burn myself for those Catholic hypocrites?"
Integra: "Why you-get out of there!"
You: "I did advise you to close the blinds, sir."
As clever as you are, Alucard does not find this at all amusing. He lives on being a master of deception and trickery, and you just manage to throw off his whole vibe.
So one day, he decides to turn the tables on you.
You wake up early morning to start the day, and turn to kiss Alucard good morning, as he always joins you in bed before taking his daytime slumber.
To your shock, you turn to find a slobbery black dog cuddled up to your side. Baskerville licks a wet stripe up your face, getting slobber in your nose and eye.
"Hilarious", you grumble sarcastically, before shoving the hound off of you to go wash your face.
Later that afternoon, you go to retrieve a box of Sir Integra's favorite tea from the kitchen pantry, opening the door to find a young girl hanging by her neck from the ceiling. You scream in shock, falling to the ground in terror. But you quickly recognize the coal-black hair and ruby eyes.
"God damn it, Alucard! I nearly pissed myself!"
He giggles wholeheartedly from the makeshift noose, before you grab the tea bags and slam the door in his face.
You stay on guard after that, constantly on edge for the rest of the evening.
Catching onto his game, you consistently point him out from every nook and cranny you know he frequents, raining on his parade before he can get the jump on you again.
By the time you are getting ready for bead, you think he's finally given up, but then you feel the mattress and sheets shift.
"Don't even try it, Alucard. I know you're there," you grumble, just wanting some shut-eye.
But then you feel two strong hands grip your shoulders, and long legs barricade against your hips, pinning you down on the mattress.
"But why end the fun when the night is still young, my love?" a deep and sultry accented voice whispers in your ear. You look up to see the unmistakable face of Vlad staring you down, the best 'do me' look shimmering in his lustful gaze. He's stripped down to his underclothes, wearing a loose peasant shirt that gives you a welcome view of his hairy, muscular chest.
"Always keen on the element of surprise, eh Drac?" you hum.
"And there are many more surprises to come," he chuckles, before leaning down and kissing you, beginning what would turn out to be a very long night for you both <3
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k4marina · 7 months
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simon“ghost”riley x fem!reader
warnings: none, spelling/grammer possibly
“you should wear a suit more often, you look nice.”
your freshly manicured hand held the wine glass up to your lips. the expensive red wine had a rich scent. the bartender had something about it being made in the 1920s, but you didn’t pay much attention and focused on how your lieutenant looked tonight.
simon wore a nicely fitted three piece suit. it was black with thin white stripes coming down vertically. he wore a off white, almost light blue dress shirt and a black tie.
he had forgone his signature mask seeing that it didn’t fit the mood for tonight. his clean shaven face and sharp jawline was on display for everyone. a few women had already tried to flirt with him when he had gone up to the bar.
he reminded you of those models in those magazines you got sent in the mail. except, simon looked way better than them.
he eyes mirrored yours, swirling with mischief. “don’t start what you can’t finish, love.” he adjusted his posture, leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs open.
fucking prick.
“whatever do you mean?” you feigned ignorance, batting your lashes at him with doe eyes. if he was going to make you squirm then why couldn’t you do the same to him?
he let out something that sounds like a mix of a grunt and a growl. simons eyes raked over you. you wore a black dress with off the shoulder puff sleeves with a sweetheart neckline. the dress reached floor length, hugging your curves in the right places. your hair was styled nicely to show off your neck and the diamond necklace that dipped low into the valley of your breast.
“my eyes are up here.”
his brown eyes flickered to yours, amused at your confidence. “what? is it wrong for me to look at something i like?”
heat creeped up your neck and to your ears. what a fucking flirt. god, he was so smug which didn’t help make him any less attractive.
“i never said it was wrong to look, just..” your eyes trailed along the ballroom filled with wealthy elites and tycoons all enjoying themselves and the luxuries of their lives. “maybe not in the middle of a packed ballroom.”
his lips pulled back to a smirk. he lifts his glass up to his lips, keeping eye contact and took a sip of his bourbon.
“you suggesting somewhere more private?”
you shrugged, “i’m not opposed to the idea of that.” he leaned over, forearms on the table, mirroring your stance. your faces were just a few inches away. you could smell the bourbon and his cologne on him.
“so what do you say?”
“i say you two need to pipe down.”
you rolled your eyes, “is that so gaz?”
“for the love of christ, stop flirtin’ your gonna make me gag.” your earpiece slightly vibrated as he spoke.
“hello to you too, soap.” you and simon sat back down in your original positions.
“don’t “hello” me while you two eye-fuck each other from across the table-“
“that’s enough, mctavish.” simon grunted.
another voice piped up, “you muppets better start paying attention. you’re on a mission — not a date.”
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thisismeracing · 9 months
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Could you please make a quick blurb with this smut prompt (thought it was so mick-coded): ❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜
I think the prompt was supposed to be about jealous!dom!mick, but I went with something a bit different (mick caught yn touching herself) that still fit into it. Hopefully, it's good!
Here you go! I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to reblog and leave me an ask/comment. *mwah*
word count: 0.8k
pairing: mick schumacher x reader (she/her pronouns)
warnings: +18; mentions of sex; graphic description of masturbation and oral sex (fem receiving); not proofread; Minors DNI!
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The buzz of the vibrator and your low whines were the only sound between the four walls of the room. The curtains were drawn shut halfway, casting just the perfect lighting inside. Yn pressed the little bullet harder on her clit, frustrated with how it did not seem enough for her body. She missed Mick. 
She needed Mick. 
But Yn wouldn’t come between him and racing. She knew he needed to train and do rounds and rounds of stuff though it was not race week. And if she asked, he would part himself in ten pieces so she could have one, but Yn did not want to burden him. She would never purposefully make him feel guilty for following his dreams, especially because Schumacher wasn’t anything but supportive of hers as well.
“Fuck,” she whispered, furiously adding two fingers into her slick hole in an attempt to feed her desires. 
Just when Yn was about to curse again the bedroom door opened, and Mick arched his brows watching his girlfriend scramble with the sheets to cover herself. 
“What are you doing, Liebe?” 
She stared at his gym clothes, he was probably about to leave. It was a bit earlier than usual, and that caught her off guard too. 
“I- uhm… nothing.” Yn faked a smile.
“That does not look like nothing to be,” he shot back. “You were touching yourself,” Mick pointed, smirking, “and you sound frustrated.”
Yn huffed, puffing her cheeks “Well, I am frustrated!! Neither this freaking toy nor my fingers seem to work.”
“Why didn't you just tell me so I could help you?”
Mick marches inside, throwing his shirt on the ground and lying on his stomach in front of Yn.
“Micky, you have training now. I don't wanna bug you.”
And then it draws to him. Mick realizes that maybe their schedule crashes weren’t working as he thought they did. Maybe Yn was feeling neglected. And though he too missed her and missed sex, he was so used to the rushing and hurrying pace of his life that he didn't stop to think too much about it.
“Look at me,” he got on top of her. 
Yn sighed and turned her face to his.
“You would never ever burden or bug me, you know it, Schatzi. What is it I always tell you?”
“If you need anything, and I mean anything, you tell me” Yn mocks, trying to sound like him and Mick chuckles at her sassyness.
“Now, drop these sheets, open your legs, and let me do my job” She starts to protest but Mick puts a finger on her lips. “You’re mine, and I take care of what belongs to me. Let me do my job,” he mumbles against the skin of her neck.
Yn whines before lacing her hands on Mick’s neck and bringing his lips to hers. His fingers wander to the inside of the shirt she’s wearing, his shirt, and he pushes it up enough to expose her naked chest. Mick gives Yn one last peck on the lips before trailing his kisses down her body. He plays with her boobs for a second, squeezing, biting, and licking them, before finally reaching her pussy.
She’s slick with wetness from her previous attempts to cum, and Mick hums in appreciation. He grabs the little bullet toy, turns it on, and brings it to her clit before kissing the inside of her thighs. That was just what she was doing before: rubbing the damn thing on her perky nub, but for some reason, when Mick does it it causes a whole different reaction. It’s like her body knows exactly what's coming, or rather who’s coming. 
Mick dips his head to her pussy and licks a stripe. He smirks at Yn’s body response and dives in adding two fingers inside her. They pass between her walls easily and he keeps his ministrations, kissing wherever his mouth reaches, fucking Yn with his fingers and rubbing her vibrator to her clit. 
“I’m so sorry I neglected you, babe,” he’s whispering and it only draws to Yn that he’s talking to her pussy when he states it looking into her eyes and says so. “I’m apologizing to her, I can’t believe we let her go so long without an orgasm.”
Yn closes her eyes and moves her hips up, torn between chuckling at Mick’s antics and cumming on the spot because holy fuck that was hot. 
“Such a pretty pussy, I’m gonna give what it deserves,” he states before adding another finger and raising the vibrations. It doesn’t take long for Yn to cum, and of course, Mick wasn’t satisfied with only one. He wanted to make up for the lost time, that meant she would cum at least three more times. 
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mitsies · 1 year
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ZIP IT! ; bachira meguru > in which, your boyfriend really needs to either a) change his ringtone, or b), shut the hell up.
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if you woke up to the sound of electronic dogs barking at 2 in the morning one more time, you think you'd go insane and jump out the window of your apartment.
slowly sinking down into the sheets, you pry your eyes open. the moon filtering through the curtains painted silvery stripes on the walls and your boyfriend, who was sleeping peacefully with his head on your chest. you feel the hot puffs of his breath against your collarbone, and you'd maybe love this moment if it weren't for the fucking ringtone blaring like a siren in the dead of night.
"meguru," you poke his side and he almost whines in his sleep, pressing himself closer to your side, "wake up. your alarm is going off again."
this was at least the 7th night that your boyfriend's irritating ringtone had blasted at the same time in the dead of night, and suffice it to say that you're sick and tired of losing sleep over his forgetting to delete the alarm. "meguru. get up."
he finally stirs when you jab him maybe a little too hard in the side, rising up off you and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "huh? 's too early, baby, why are we awake?"
"your alarm is going off again. do you not hear it?"
he blinks and opens his mouth- "oh." reaching over you, he taps in his password and silences the alarm, and smiles at you. "all better?"
you purse your lips and push the heels of your palms against your eyes, wishing the cold to lull you back to sleep. "no," you grumble, "i have to get up early tomorrow and this really does not help."
"but i turned it off."
"but it still woke me up."
you steel your nerves and flip over so you're on your side, turning to face away from bachira. less than a split-second later, he's already sprawled on top of your side, resting his full weight on your arm.
"don't be mad! babe," he says into your ear, already far too awake for having been dead asleep less than a minute ago.
you opt to not reply, only burying your face in the pillows to try and hide the growing smile on your face. you feel his cold hands snaking to fit under your shirt and onto your stomach in the way he does to either annoy you or warm them up.
"are you mad? why aren't you talking!"
in an attempt to look even more asleep, you tug the blanket underneath your chin and let out a huff, which makes your boyfriend laugh. "don't tell me you're tired now! it's only 2!"
you don't reply again, and the room falls silent- there's only a brief shuffling as his cold hands depart from your skin, and you're almost tempted to turn around just to see what he's doing when the chilly air of the bedroom suddenly bites against your skin as the sheets are pulled off you.
"it's my bed too, y'know," he says as you sit up and give him the dirtiest look you can muster, "so my blanket."
trying to reach for a corner to grab and tug away, you fall with a huff as bachira yanks it from your grasp. "if you want the blanket, you gotta say something, silly!"
"i'm breaking up with you."
"what- hey! something nice, pretty, 'kay?"
grumbling unintelligibly because you can't find it in yourself to be sensical at this hour, you shift closer to your boyfriend. he runs cold, but despite that you let yourself relax and find solace in the crook of his neck. quietly, you whisper into his skin, "i love you. blanket please?"
you're too tired to see the way he softens, almost instantly moving to accommodate you and returning the affections. on the pillows, his chin moves to rest on top of your head as he pulls the blanket close around the both of you.
"there you are," he says with a sweetness that makes your chest tighten as you press yourself infinitely closer, as if you're trying to absorb his words through the vibrations they emit in his throat.
silence continues for a few more beats until you finally say something again: "tomorrow, you're changing your ringtone or you're sleeping on the couch."
he laughs quietly. "yeah. yeah, i know."
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✄ written for the mitsies 3k follower event with the prompt you give them the silent treatment for some reason and they reach a level of clingyness you didn’t think possible
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sunnyhatchet · 2 years
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(NSFT)
How wold the yanderes react to an S/O lewdly grinding against their thigh?
ooh ok! I can do that
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💙 Sunny Day Jack 💛
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“That’s it sunshine… Move your hips, just like that.” Jack’s encouraging words do little to muffle the sounds of you crying out, and before you know it, one of his gloved hands travel up your shirt to play with your chest. “You’re doing such a good job! Why don’t I show you just how much I love you?”
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💚 Alan Orion 💚
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“Woah, you’re really frisky today huh, Doe-eyes?” Alan lets go of the knife and wooden carving in his hands and turns his attention to your needy gyrations instead. One of his calloused hands travel to your butt to give it a soft squeeze. “I love it when ya get all desperate and needy like this… I can barely hold myself back.”
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💖 Ren / [REDACTED] 💜
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“Y-You’re so lewd Angel…!” Regardless of his flushed expression, Ren’s hands grip your waist in a bruising hold in order to grind you against his thigh. Soon enough, the friction has you seeing stars. “That’s it… Use me to pleasure yourself… I want you to cum all over my thigh. Can you do that for me?”
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🖤 John Doe 🖤
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“Does it feel good? Am I making you feel good?” His toothy grin gets even wider as Doe angles his leg higher. The new sensation has you seeing white and before you know it, you’re latching on to his hoodie sleeves while you ride his thigh. “You make such cute noises my love… I want to hear more!”
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💙 Peter Dunbar 🖤
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“Hah- I can feel how much this is turning you on Darling…” The blush on his cheeks do little to cover his devious expression. Before you can reply, Peter’s long tongue lolls out of his mouth and licks a wet stripe up your neck. “Let me make you feel even better.”
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greenthena · 4 months
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Metatron's Tie
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**Update: check the reblogs. There's a clear picture that shows the tie pattern as flowers. So, there goes my theory. Whomp whomp. Easy come, easy go, as Freddie says. @archangelween @drconstellation
People, I have been trying to get a good look at the Metatron's ding dang neck tie since September to determine what those little blue symbols are. Because, like everything in the Good Omens universe, I believe it's been put there for a reason. I also believe that God has no idea what she's doing, which is why she hired Neil Gaiman to run things for a few decades.
Despite being a so-called agent of Heaven, the Metatron's costume is coded as demonic, from his dark topcoat to the black stripes on his white shirt. The item I find most fascinating, however, is his tie. And this is probably in large part because I've had so much difficulty seeing the subtle blue pattern upon it and that has made my brain itch and made me hyperfixate. As one does.
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I think I may have figured out the design, and it complicates all my Metatron theories, but here we go. The Metatron's tie is black, featuring a repeated small bright blue symbol throughout. I've guessed it could be a star or a planet. A cryptic sigil or maybe something to do with the coffee (I'm not a coffee-theory person, though, for the record.) I don't know what it is (well, maybe I do now, and I promise we'll get there in time...I'm a demon of my word), but I do know that it's important.
All the angels have references to their angelic status concealed within their costumes.
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Michael is the watcher. She is the one who, in Saturday Morning Funtime, delivers surveillance photos to Gabriel. To reflect this, Michael wears a gold ring featuring several small pearls that symbolize eyes. She is ever-vigilant (hyper-vigilant, ya might say), and even has a contact in Hell (Dagon) to broaden her scope of observation. The placement of the ring in the pinky is also significant. A good watcher mustn't themselves be observed, so Michael, in her role as observer must slip under the radar. This corresponds to the pinky finger being small and quite literally underhanded, as in at the bottom of the hand.
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Uriel's ring is a silver star, worn on her/their index finger, the digit associated with authority. (We call it the index finger because we use it to sort and catalog, creating meaning and order.) Uriel certainly commands authority, both in their overall calm and assured demeanor, and also in their actions. It is she who physically confronts Aziraphale prior to the S1 No-pocalypse, easily inspiring fear in the Principality. As for the symbol of the star, I believe it is a reference to modern Angelography (I might have made up that word, but I think you know what I'm talking about) which usually describes Uriel as a sun, star, or the flame of the Almighty.
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Sandalphon's symbology is two-fold: a thick gold pinky ring featuring a pair of circles (kind of looks like a lego brick, to be perfectly fair) and that small gold grill he wears on his front teeth. Both these items are the most elaborate pieces of angelic adornment that we see. Sandalphon's overall aesthetic is much warmer than the other angels', leaning toward caramel and tan rather than dove gray. He's a bit of an odd ball in the host of Archangels and stands out based on his wardrobe choices alone. He's also the only Archangel not to return in S2. I don't want to make too much of this, because there are many in-universe reasons why we may not see Sandalphon again. However, in Judeo-Christian scripture, Sandalphon is closely joined with...wait for it...the Metatron, with apocryphal texts describing him as Enoch's (the Metatron's pre-angelic human name) twin brother. I take this with a hefty spoon of salt, though, since Neil definitely plays loosey-goosey with these dogmas and even the scriptures themselves are a veritable soup of contradiction. (The Bible is not a static or universally canonical text, and Hebrew scriptures, outside the Tanakh are a web of activity and debate as to what is accurate. I'm not here for the arguments today; this is not my Bat Mitzvah.)
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Finally, we have Gabriel, the only Archangel who doesn't wear a ring. He does, however, wear a watch. I have two thoughts about the watch. First, clocks are thematically relevant in the Good Omens universe. From the grandfather clock in the bookshop to Crowley's elaborate wristwatch (which he has in both show and book) to the opening sequence of S1, which has far too many clock faces to count. So there's that. But holding time in one's hand (or on one's wrist) is a powerful metaphor that illustrates control and higher power. To possess a clock is to command time and space which are essentially inseparable. As the Supreme Archangel, Gabriel is nearly the top-ranking being in the universe (for a time, at least...see what I did there? pathetic laughter) and his wristwatch demonstrates this point.
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If you're still with me, you're doing great. Good job.
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We've got to see how important the Archangels' symbology is to their characters, I think, to really understand why the sigils on the Metatron's tie matter. So, finally to the point. Dolphins. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
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To move forward, we'll need to call upon my old friend, the Tarot deck. Cards, in general, and Tarot, in particular, play a marked role in the GO universe. The Almighty Herself addresses the viewer in the opening lines of the show, "God does not play dice with the universe; I play an ineffable game of my own devising. For everyone else, it's like playing poker in a pitch-dark room, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time." As God speaks, cards appear on screen, and some of those are from the Rider Waite Tarot deck. One specific card that caught my eye in this montage is "Judgement."
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This card features an angel blasting a trumpet and waking the dead from their graves on the Day of Judgement. The angel on the card is not named, as such. It's usually assumed to be Raphael, as he is the angel who is prophesied to call and raise all souls on this day. However, I've found other references naming the angel as either Gabriel or the Metatron. Now, I don't want to get overly carried away here, but in the context of Good Omens, reading the Judgement card with the Metatron as the angel pictured may actually make a lot of sense, and clarify the sigils on the Metabutt's tie. The Metatron postures himself as the Voice of God--the Mouthpiece of the Almighty. Kinda like a trumpet, yes?
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Now look at the flag on the angel's trumpet. That's called St. George's Cross and it's a very prevalent European Christian symbol dating back to the Middle Ages. Like many images in the Tarot, it's a heraldic emblem that has meaning outside the deck, often associated with bravery and military might. It continues to be used in military iconography into the present day. The Judgement that the angel heralds is not peaceful. It's a call to war. The righteous will be gathered to Heaven and the wicked will be destroyed--a repeat of the first Great War in which Satan and the demons were cast into Hell. In the narrative of Good Omens, this war will bring about the end of time, the end of the world, and the beginning of eternity (hope ya'll like The Sound of Music.)
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Kids (human and goat, alike) I think those little blue sigils on the Metatron's tie are Saint George's Cross. (I'm so sorry this is so small and hard to see. Now you know my pain.)
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In the Final Fifteen, the Metatron speaks briefly about the Second Coming, which is a reference to Saint John of Patmos' prophecies--you might know them as the Book of Revelation. Some Christians interpret Revelation as an upcoming final judgement for humanity. And it seems, based on in-universe exposition, certain characters view these prophecies in a similar light. In the reverse body-swap at the end of S1, Crowley suggests that the averted Apocalypse was not the end of the conflict. "If you ask me," he says, "Both sides are gonna' use this as breathing space before the Big One. [...] For my money, the really Big One is all of us against all of them." And with the Metatron acting as the Mouthpiece of God, that "Big One," that Day of Judgement, if you will, may well be nigh.
I think the Metatron sees himself as the angel who rings out the Final Judgement. He is the Voice of God, after all. But here is a worrying thought. How little he would need to shift perspective to view himself as the Word of God, as well. The Gospel of John opens, "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God. The Same was in the beginning with God." The Word of God is an epithet for Jesus. The same Jesus whose Second Coming the angel of judgement is meant to announce. So what if the Metatron just plans to consolidate these roles for himself: the heralding angel and the Second Coming rolled into one. He would become Judgement Incarnate, supplanting the Almighty once and for all. And for my money, that sounds just like what a demon would like to do.
***I'm updating because several readers have pointed out that it seems like I'm saying Metatron=Demon because Demon=Bad. Thank you for bringing this to my attention--it makes me a better communicator. I can see where it's coming from. It's not my intention. Consider this meta sort of an extension of my "Metatron is the Murder Hornet" meta, which I'll link with the tags if you're interested.
Just wanted to clarify that I think at its heart, Good Omens is thematically about rejecting the dichotomy of good and evil and embracing the messy gray space that is reality.
When I call Metaboob a demon, it's not because I think demons are evil, it's because I think he's the hornet in the beehive and we've seen that demons need an angelic escort (Crowley and Muriel) to access Heaven.
TL;DR Angels are not the good guys. Demons are not the bad guys. Good Omens is NOT about that at all.
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byullielle · 8 months
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elle-nim hear me out: clit stimulation on changbin's nipples 🙇🙇🙇
anon?!??!? you're such a genius???? anyways i hope yall enjoy because it just gets as straightforward as it does. I'm sorry if this is a bit on the unconventional side of things but it is interesting to work on.
Come a Little Close // Seo Changbin x AFAB!Reader
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Yeah, I Said It by Rihanna Y/N is feeling a bit pent up, and with her current fixation on Changbin's beautiful pecs, why should she not use that to her advantage?
Tags: Smut, Changbin Tits + Nipple Piercings, Clitoral Stimulation, Nipple Fucking, Cumming Untouched (bin), Oral Sex (f receiving), Established Relationship, Bold/Confident Reader, Petnames
Disclaimer: little bit of sweat actually. MINORS DNI. NSFW Content.
You're laid across the couch, mind drifting away from the show you're watching eventually. Changbin has finally finished working out and is making his post workout protein shake. You could see him from your vantage point, right across as he shakes around the bottle in his hands.
Consequently making his pecs jiggle against his spandex gym shirt.
You could feel yourself clench a bit, a divot metaphorically forming in the pit of your stomach as your eyes seem to be entranced by your boyfriend's assets. Gulping down, you look up to see him looking at you quizzically. Ah, you're caught.
"May I help you, my baby?" he asks, a bit amused at your ogling as you press your lips together in thought.
On one hand, you knew he could be tired from gym, and on the other it's been almost two weeks since you two had sex. The office hustle was loaded the past week and he had stuff to do that rendered him stuck in the studio. Not a lot of time to two of you.
"Actually?" you raise your brow, lifting yourself off the couch as he sets the shake tumbler down, watching you curiously as you move to his direction. Crossing the center island and reaching out for his hands, you smile sweetly at him, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, "You can help me with something,"
"I'm all sweaty baby, let me take a shower," he chuckles, lifting his hand to cup your cheek, pulling you closer before placing another kiss on your lips, slotting the plush surface together perfectly as it makes a smacking sound when you detach. "Nuh-uh," you pout as he laughs, "What do you mean nuh-uh bunny, I'll be quick,"
You shake your head before pulling him into another kiss, immediately moving to press a kiss on the juncture of his jaw, pulling the turtleneck collar down and licking a stripe on his neck, the sensitive part you know he loves before tugging on the outline of his nipple piercings, earning a delicious groan from him as his hands immediately grab purchase on your hips and squeeze. "Fuck," he mutters, "Is my princess that needy? Can't wait for me to shower?"
"You're gonna get sweaty anyway bunny," you pout, hands still on his tits. "Alright alright, point taken," he sighs. And in a second, you feel yourself being hoisted off your feet, legs immediately clamping around Bin's middle as he grabs both your thighs with a proud smirk while your hands lock on his shoulder with a squeal. Lifted off, he carries you to the bedroom, lips slotted together as you could quite literally the slick pool on your panties because holy fuck why did he have to be so hot?
Your head lands against the plush pillow, Changbin towering over you with both hands by the side of your head. With a smile, you reach out and pull the back of his neck towards you. Your lips slot together, his tongue snaking in as you start to gently suck on the muscle, hands roaming around the expanse of his stocky shoulders and wide back, skin somehow still so smooth despite the residue sweat.
You gently push him away, before hooking your legs around his waist and maneuvering him so that he's laying on his back. It takes a bit of effort on your part, a cute grunt escaping you but it gets the job done. His hands find purchase on your hips, an affectionate look in his eyes definitely contrasting the boner pressed up against the swell of your ass. Without any more fanfare, you lean down and press a soft kiss against the junction of Bin's jaw and neck, before sucking on it harshly as the grip on your hips tightens, a soft and muted hiss leaving his mouth, "Shit. Bunny," he bites his lips as you traverse further down his neck, then his collarbones while your tongue laves at the soft skin.
Your hands travel around his body, squeezing his biceps and the soft, small pudge by his stomach and hips while his' run through your thighs, unabashedly letting his arm feel just how sopping wet you are for him.
Your lips get lower, and lower, until you come face to face with the pectoral muscles he's worked so hard on. He could see the smile forming on your face as you look up at him with big, doe eyes. "Binnie can I? I wanna touch 'em,"
He chuckles, lifting his hand up to caress your cheeks, "Go ham with it baby, don't be shy,"
With a pleased smile, you tug his shirt up and he assists you in slipping it off his body, the nipple piercings shining right back at you. You give his pecs a squeeze, making him groan at the touch before you impatiently hook your pinkies against the metal and give it a gentle tug, making him hiss and encase his lips between his teeth, "Fuck, that feels too good," he grunts before running his hands through your outer thighs. You give it another tug, a cheeky smile to compliment the action before he bucks his hips up a bit, red spreading more and more on his pretty cheeks.
You lean down, fingers still loosely hooked around the rings attached to the bars before giving the hardened nub a little lick. And then you press a kiss, before giving it a slight suck, making him clutch your hair by the roots, a string of curses spilling off his mouth. "Hm? You like that bun?" you ask and look up, met with a lazy smile from him before he runs his fingers off your scalp. "Fuck, I do," he sighs out in bliss before lifting your chin up, "But what about you baby? You're leaking down here," he cups your warm, clothed mound making you jut your his towards his hand.
A whimper escapes you, legs threatening to close in the sudden stimulation but he holds it open with his knees against your thighs. "Wanna try riding my nipples?" he brazenly asks, your eyes widening a bit as blood flares both up your cheeks and down your core.
"What?" you lay your hands flat on his pecs. You're not gonna lie, it sounded like a dream, Bin knew how much you loved riding shallow places because it rubbed your clit just right. "Don't be shy, I could see you thinking princess,"
He tightens the grip on your hips before cajoling you to climb up, closer to his pecs as your thighs tremble with the motions, and before you know it you're mounting his chest. "B-Bin!" you sputter out, unsure about how your weight on his chest would do. "Don't worry about me, I'll help you up," he assures and hikes himself up a bit higher, your thighs leaning against his shoulder, "Although we have to get this out of the way first," he reaches his neck up and takes your underwear garter between his teeth slipping it down using his hand.
A whimper escapes you, enthralled by the man right before you. , "Go lower my love," he chuckles, ushering your hips to cant lower. You could feel his slightly pebbled nipples against your pussy, piercing nestled comfortably atop as you shudder out. It's definitely a different experience, yet you can't seem to help but throw your head back at the sensation. You place a little bit more weight, clit to nipple as Changbin looks at you with half-lidded eyes, clearly already pussy drunk over the prospect.
You tentatively move up, slotting your folds against his nipples. It isn't hard to gain your rhythm and true to his word Changbin is supporting you a bit so that you don't crush his chest, and then you start grinding against his nipples, the bundle of nerves on your clit vibrating with every hit against the piercings, sometimes caught into the metal ring that makes you shudder with excitement.
Your juices are spilt all over his pecs, small whimpers and moans punched out of you as he starts to accompany your thrusts by placing a steady finger right on your clit, nerves jolted awake with every stroke you make against him. The juices coming from your core stick, making Bin moan with every move as he brings his finger to your folds and run over it once, immediately licking it off as you choke out quite a loud moan. "Fuck, look at you baby, so wet for me," Bin groans and lets you keep on grinding against his nipples, whimpers getting louder and bolder, "Does it feel good my princess? Am I making you feel good?" he asks, making you gasp out and take a few seconds to process the question.
"Y-Yes!" you manage to sputter out with a few expletives, "Bin! Bin!" you exclaim, funding purchase on his arm before looking down with a pleading look, "I wanna cum please, please!" you beg as he sighs with adoration and puts a stop to your ministrations, grabbing your hips and wordlessly pulling you towards his face.
Before you could even process what's going on, you could feel him lick up a stripe on your pussy, making you squeal out, a moan followed and punched out of you. You could feel your juices leak out, lapped up by Bin every time and it sends electricity down your spine, a delicious lick crawling up your spine as your back arches against him.
He pushes you further down until you're left gripping the headboard and letting him spear his tongue into you, sucking and licking at your clit like it was the last meal he'd ever have. His name spills out your lips like it's the only thing you ever know. You could feel the knot in your core tighten, moans just getting progressively louder. He grunts and groans under you, lewd and wet slurps echoing through the room.
His firm grip on you renders you immobile, but you won't have it any other way, surrendering all of your pleasure to him as you could feel the knot in your core tighten in a deliciously painful sting before it unravels itself, tremors wrecking your body as a scream gets pulled from you, long and high as you start light grinding against his tongue.
Once you've calmed down you climb off his face, seeing the slick nearly covering his entire torso, making you clench at nothing as he dazily smiles at you, "Enjoyed?"
"So much," you whine, still a bit fuzzy from the orgasm pulled from you, "But it's your-" you turn to look and see a very prominent, and very wet stain from his boxers. "You...came?" you pout, disappointed you weren't able to suck it off him, but he chuckles and wipes his chin free of your slick before cupping your face and pressing a kiss on your lips. "We can go for another round baby," he whispers against your lips, "My irresistible princess,"
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stevenssticks · 6 months
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HELLO P MY LOVE! it’s 7AM and i’m going feral but, can you write a smut about early met lars and kirk having a crush on reader and coming to her to teach them how to please a woman since they don’t have much experience? thank you dear!! <3
oh my god this is so…!!!!!!!! my little guys :(
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ok so kirk and lars would be so shy and embarrassed to come up to you :( both of them are complete virgins (lars literally was confirmed to be one at the beginning of met) and they both have the biggest crush on you that they don’t know how to handle
one day it just spills out that they’re both so unbelievably inexperienced and kirk is blabbing about how he’s so anxious that he won’t be able to make his partner feel good :(
so ofc lars does THE dumbest shit ever and is like “can you help us?” and then turns bright red and is about to bolt out the door of your home, knocking over all your beers in the process before you grab him and ask
“why are you leaving? want me to help you or what?”
kirk and lars are speechless like. oh this is a dream come true!
and so you wind up laid out on the couch with both of them on their knees in front of you. you’ve got your legs spread. stripped to panties and that pretty lace bra you made sure peek a little over your shirt tonight just for them to ogle you.
“wanna make me feel good?” you ask, and their heads nod so hard you worry for their necks. you lift up your legs to shimmy your panties off and then you’re completely exposed to them. they’re both hard in their pants, aching and twitching, but this is about you. teaching them to make YOU feel good! and they’re determined to do so.
you’re prettier than anyone they’ve ever seen all laid out like this. you guide lars to go first, he was the one who asked for help of course.
you take him by the hair and gently drag him towards your cunt, “wanna feel it? go on..” and lars lifts a couple fingers up to guide his hand through your slit.
“yeah.. good boy. how about you try using your tongue? lick a nice stripe up my pussy for me. always feels so good.”
lars is quick to act, flattening his tongue on you and spreading your folds. you beckon kirk to move to watch closer, then grab him too and demand that he mimic lars’ movements. they go back and forth like that. licking and then moving to suck at you when you guide kirk to where your clit is.
they’re both so pussy drunk. faces covered and lips slick and smooth with your juices and their spit. they moan and whine into you, both pairs of eyes looking up at you so sweetly. waiting for you to tell them they’re doing a good job, making you feel good like you taught them to. you’re so close, murmuring “fffuck m’ gonna cum.. kirk c’mere and suck on my clit again.”
when you look down at kirk you lock eyes with his big pretty brown ones, and then you’re cumming on his tongue, unable to resist bucking into his mouth, him letting out a surprised little noise.
when you come down, you look over to lars. he’s still impossibly hard, possibly even harder than he already was. but now his fly is down and he’s got a hand around himself, not properly jerking, just rubbing.
“see what kirk did, lars? you’re gonna do that same thing, and then i’ll give you both a chance to make me cum with your cocks. sound good?”
lars and kirk have never been happier.
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respectthepetty · 3 months
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Pit Babe Colors Ep. 8
I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Also, I know way more than I intended because of comments and reblogs on previous posts, so I'm in the know now.
Kim looking at Kenta's face right before the elevator closed is the only thing keeping me from losing it. If Kentana doesn't save Kimberly, what is the point of this?! What is the point of Kentana?!
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Are y'all a couple now? Y'all are starting to color and outfit coordinate, and it feels very gay.
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I don't know what to do with these two.
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I'm pretty sure I'm just not seeing pink on Pete, which means he has connections to the red, and Way refuses to stay blue, so I'm sure he is still planning some corrupt red nonsense.
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JUST BE BLUE! Just be in love with each other. Accept his love, Waymond!
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I never thought I'd write this, but be like Jeffrey, Waymond. Turn blue. Commit to the blue. Fall in love!
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Look at him! No matter what connection he has to the red, he is beating the allegations. Peter is a GOOD MAN! If Waymond doesn't fall in love with him, somebody else will. Guaranteed.
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Not going to read too much into that red stripe at the top of the room, but this is a red's room. Is this Kimberly's?! Why is there so much blood?!
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When you take people's superpowers, yet have no idea how to use the superpowers. Apparently, Babe without superpowers is still better than everyone else. At least Charles is no longer a lying blue.
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I think Big Red knows something is different with Babe, and even though Jeffrey still has that damn red bag . . . IS THAT WAYMOND?! No, Waymond, no! Do NOT work with Big Red. You have Peter RIGHT THERE! Quit your bullshit, Waymond!
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WTF, Kentana?! If I have to pick between you two, I pick Peter. No contest. Kimberly, Peter, and Alan above everyone else. Kentana, you better stop it! You are still on my shit list!
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Hold up! Do you two know each other? Like biblically? What is this tension? What are these looks? Why does this feel very personal? I ain't mad at it, but Kentana still needs to save Kimberly!
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Jeffrey, why would you go there in that red and blue flannel shirt?! That won't save you, buddy!
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Kentana, the ONLY thing that will redeem you is saving Kimberly. I didn't like Jeffrey, but now he is matching with Alan, so they are in love, and you can't break Alan's heart! You are just fucking up left and right today, and I hope you get punched in the throat before this episode is over.
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KIMBERLY IS DYING! And y'all are about to have sex in the blue after tending wounds which is pointless because you have superpowers that will heal you!!!!!! Y'all continue to amaze me by the lack of priorities. Save Kim Possible!
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Why is this shot in the mirror? Why is there a barrier between you two? This is odd. More lies?
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Who takes a shot like that?! A KILLER! Barbara, get it together! This isn't an episode of Dead Friend Forever, and you are no longer a red.
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Everything about this scene is ridiculous. Charles in blue. SONIC in blue. North and Waymond in black. AND EVERYONE IS DRINKING RED SODA! This not looking good for the blues. Whatever they are talking about, the reds already won.
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Barbara continues to be touchy-feely with Waymond. Why can't he just let Waymond brood in peace? Barbara knows Waymond loves him, yet gives Waymond no space. Go tend to your boyfriend's fake injuries, Barbara! Waymond is working with Big Red and not falling in love with Peter, yet you have me feeling bad for him, Barbara. I should hate Waymond! BUT I CAN'T BECAUSE YOU WON'T LEAVE HIM BE!
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These two have to be sleeping together. Cooking Crush had the Chicken Bite product placement too and Prem and Ten definitely want each other in that show, so North and Sonic have to want each other too, yes? Yes. Now why are they watching Whiny Winifred while flirting IN THE BLUE?! They finally are both wearing blue at the same time. Thank, Baby Jesus.
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I was worried seeing Waymond in the red doorway, but he has Charles and Barbara. But they aren't saving Kimberly. Why does nobody care about Kimberly?!
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The kid is blue. Is he the insider informant? He is a child!
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Why are there so many red kids in the world? Big Red, why do you need an army?! Overthrow your shitty kidnappers with your superpowers, kids! REVOLT! Sí se puede
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KIMBERLY!
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North and Sonic are going to save Kimberly! They are finally in the blue and saving my favorite red! I never doubted them!
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WHAT THE FUCK?! THEY DIDN'T SAVE KIMBERLY?!
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Southwest Airlines and Vegas' Hedgehog did NOT save Kimberly! Kentana watched as Kimberly got taken, then had the audacity to have chemistry with Peter. Jeffrey walked right into the reds like that was gonna save him instead of saving Kimberly! Whiny Winifred kicked Kimberly. Waymond is working with Big Red and not saving Kimberly. Charles and Barbara CANNOT prioritize and are talking to a blue kid and giggling at each other instead of rescuing Kimberly.
AND BARBARA IS FIGHTING PETER NEXT WEEK!
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These men need to get their shit together! The ONLY things that needed to happened this episode were 1) SAVE KIMBERLY and 2) ACCEPT PETER'S LOVE! Neither happened. Honestly, Kentana and Waymond could die and leave Kimberly and Peter to be the power couple of Alan's company. They both wear too much black, and unlike Barbara, they aren't the title character, so either commit to the blue Waymond or Kentana, or else I'm gonna start thinking y'all are disposable.
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