#and she keeps yappin

[bull3t-f0r-my-v4lentine]

mmmmmm, summer naps on the grass

[mcytegg]

i just realized ro and jumper's combined heart count isnt even 10 rn. its like, 8 or 9 unless derap gave jumper the mats to get her back up to 7 😭😭😭

[hibernating-stag]

I know I'm like, one game away from meeting him for real and I probably shouldn't be speculating on a character I don't know yet.

But I have been thinking about *Sin* recently... in terms of like, this kid has to be in near constant pain, right? It might be a little mitigated by him being part gear, but I can't imagine growing so fast wouldn't be excruciating... Especially since he'd be more human than gear (if that train of thought applies here-)

This kid is going through body horrors not previously conceived by my mind I'm gonna. Throw up on the carpet.

[hballegro]

having hawkeye and bj talk about the motor pool and mentioning rizzo is bringing me a crisis for 2 reasons

1 is that my brain keeps just autofilling it as 'rizz' instead of 'rizzo' and 2 is

[fake-ascension]

yayyyy early birthday present for my self :D

[andyridgeley]

I’m jealous of your new social events. I wish I could get new friends.

it's tough out there!!! i found a local group where there's free monthly events and everyone is there to have fun and make new friends because it's almost impossible.

went out to a workout class last night and ran into someone i'd met before and we exchanged numbers so hopefully there's a new friend. then i wanted a coffee after the class so i stopped off at the local place and there was a group of people crocheting so i just went up to them and started talking to them and all of a sudden we're exchanging numbers and they say they meet there monthly and i'm welcome to join!

it is TOUGH but it'll happen. i'm assuming a lot of places have groups where the point is to meet people and are really low key, and with that setup it's a lot easier to meet people!

[clitbiter]

watching fashion photo review for s17 is actually physically hurting my soul WHYYYYY do they have those opinions. please tell me why they both booted sam’s tickled pink runway and BOOTED LEXI?????? to protect my peace i am not watching that anymore bc i can only take so many bad takes abt s17 and that will be from pitstop every saturday SORRY!!!

[bloodengutz]

trials is proving really fun actually I didnt think id enjoy the gameplay as much as I am but its a very fun little gameplay loop for me

i can also firmly say gooseberry is the scariest prime to me. shes quick she can be stupidly quiet if she wants (the amount of times shes just APPEARED with no noise in the factory for me is unreal) and her bleed is so rough

i love her tho shes the only asset i feel a little bit bad about pelting with bricks. sorry mom... please stop spooking me...

[giveme-allofthat-ultraviolence]

I was thinking about killing myself again last night and I was gonna go on this whole ass vent trauma dump thing but I was like oh I’m being a bitch again I’ll just try and suck it up and sleep it off

[notvil]

i’m other news: ocha draft *cars crashing* *planes taking off* *security tags going off* *fire alarm noises* going. so. good.

[writeriguess]

Can you write a Katsuki x female reader where you have an enemies with benefits relationship? Smut. Everyone thinks you loathe each other but reality is you fuck in secret, but you don't love each other, at least you're not supposed to. (Pls include hints of secret feelings)

Not Supposed To

The argument starts like all the others.

“God, you’re fucking insufferable.”

You toss your gloves down on the locker room bench and glare at Bakugou, whose smug sneer only sharpens. His eyes follow you like he’s daring you to say more.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

“You almost blew my leg off during the exercise, again.”

“Then maybe don’t stand where the action is, princess,” he growls, leaning against the locker with his arms crossed. “Not my fault your reaction time’s dogshit.”

You take a step toward him. “My timing’s fine. Your ego just can’t handle anyone else on the field.”

He laughs, low and sharp. “Tch. You wish you could keep up.”

The air between you snaps, heavy with something that isn’t just anger. It never is.

The door clicks shut behind the last student leaving. Silence drips like oil.

You don't move. Neither does he.

Then, Bakugou mutters, voice dark and low, “You gonna keep yappin’, or do you want your mouth full of something useful?”

You shove him.

He slams you back against the lockers in one fluid movement, big hands gripping your wrists, his knee slotting between your thighs.

“And there she is,” he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours. “Little miss perfect, acting like she doesn’t beg for it when the doors are closed.”

“Fuck you.”

“You do. Constantly.”

You hate the way your breath catches. The way your core throbs, already clenching from the memory of the last time he bent you over the shower bench and made you sob into the tile. You’re still sore. You always are.

“God, you’re such an arrogant—”

He kisses you before you finish, hot and bruising. Teeth clash. Hands fumble.

Clothes hit the floor.

He drags you into the supply closet, barely big enough to stand in. You don’t care. You’re already undoing his belt, and he’s tugging your shirt up over your head with greedy, calloused fingers.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at me?” he rasps against your neck. “Like you want to tear me apart.”

You moan when he bites just below your jaw, a possessive mark for no one else to see.

“Because I do,” you whisper.

He growls, spinning you and shoving you against the wall. “Then say it.”

You glare over your shoulder. “Say what?”

“Say you need me.”

You almost spit out a curse. Instead, he yanks your hips back, one hand tangling in your hair, the other sliding between your thighs. His fingers slip through your slick folds, slow and taunting.

You gasp.

“That wet already?” His voice is a snarl. “Shit. And you say you hate me.”

“I do.”

“You’re such a fucking liar.”

He shoves into you without warning, one brutal thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs. You gasp again, nails scraping the wall, legs shaking.

“God, you feel—fuck—tight every time.”

His hand wraps around your throat—not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. Like he owns you. Like he always has.

“You want everyone to think you can’t stand me,” he pants, thrusting hard, fast. “But you take my cock like it’s the only thing keeping you sane.”

You bite your lip so hard it bleeds.

“Say it, baby,” he hisses. “Say you need it.”

“…Need you,” you whisper, broken.

“Louder.”

“Need you.”

“That’s my girl.”

You hate that phrase. You hate that it makes your stomach twist. That your heart stutters. That your chest aches with something hot and dangerous and forbidden.

Because this isn’t love.

It’s not.

You’re not supposed to want him like this. Not beyond the sex. Not beyond the anger and the heat and the raw, bruising want.

But he says things like that. In that voice. And your body forgets the rules.

He pulls out and flips you, lifts you onto a stack of gym mats with reckless strength, then thrusts back in deeper, angrier, more desperate. His mouth crashes into yours again—less cruel this time, like he needs to taste you.

“Fuck—Katsuki—”

Your voice cracks. His name breaks between your teeth.

You’ve never called him that during sex before.

His pace falters for half a second. Just one.

You both feel it.

His hands tighten on your waist. “Say it again.”

You try to look away.

“Say it.”

“Katsuki.”

He slams into you with a groan, face buried in your neck now. “Fucking hell. Don’t call me that unless you mean it.”

You do.

But you don’t say that. You can’t.

So you dig your fingers into his back, arching as the climax tears through you, hot and fast and blinding. You fall apart with his name on your lips.

He follows with a curse, grinding in deep, holding you close as if he can’t stand the thought of space between you.

Silence.

You both breathe like you’ve run ten miles. Your heart pounds loud enough to echo.

He doesn’t let go.

You don’t move.

You should.

You should say something sharp. Cold. Dismissive. That’s how it works. That’s the deal.

But his hands are still on you, too gentle now. His head rests on your shoulder, and you can feel how his fingers tremble just a little.

He whispers something against your skin.

You don’t catch it.

Maybe that’s for the best.

[hibernating-stag]

Have fun drawing Libraria

She offers a cookie for compensation

Thank you for the cookie 🍪 ! Here’s a WIP of her in return :’]

[hballegro]

alright so i dressed up in my cute 50s style dress complete with the pearls my grandmother gave me when i was born and light makeup, we ate much food and forgot all about the devilled eggs so im grazing on them now. during cooking and after eating my sister and i watched QL: Best Hits with our mother in the form of Sam's A Woman Again ad infinitum, which if im honest was mostly because my sister and my mother kept going 'oooooo' every time man had a dress with a deep neckline in the back

i also got the honor of cutting meat from the turkey AFTER dinner was served, aka i got to fucking butcher a turkey with a giant knife while wearing this cute housewife outfit that looks suitable for ironing shit and yet i am going hog wild on this turkey

i hope regardless of what your thanksgiving was this year, you had a good day and got to eat some good food at the very least

[fake-ascension]

so its probably not a gallstone issue and it might be a combo of my existing stomach problems + the stomach flue thats been floating around

im still very distressed by and it doesnt help my sibling is just. gettting on my nerves so badly. she keeps trying to buy random shit like make up and clothes right before she has a trip that shes leave for on friday

i cant be mad that shes going she did plan this months in advance but she STILL hasnt gotten her ticket which is close to 100$ plus her buying all kinds of make up and skin care stuff is just. so fucking shitty especially after i forked over my ENTIRE paycheck to my mom for rent + the car

all i told her was to stop spending any more money on nonessential stuff until after her trip so she has enough money for her ticket + food/etc in portland and then was like 'well sorry im just trying to be comfortable in my own skin' and likes DUDE IM NOT BEING TRANSPHOBIC @ YOU you dont need the make up you have makeup at home, your friend youre staying ALSO has makeup

and then she turned around at got pissed at me when i put a bottle of ginger beer (the real ginger in it helps with my stomach) in the grocery cart because she had to pay for it. when shes the one that wanted to go to the store to buy dinner for her + mom and my mom TOLD HER that she would be buying my ginger beer and soup crackers

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Sapor.2

{The Apothecary Diaries / Reader}

《Coming back from your travels, you run into a familiar face...》

[1][3]

-

Waiting by the lake, you wander into the waters without thought. Finding the purple haired male, he seemed rather unhappy having to traverse the lake back to land.

You offer out a hand, turning around as you gesture to your back. "I'll carry you, we don't need ya catching a cold, Sir." You spoke, waiting. "Ah-, t-there's no need-" He tried to dissuade your offer, it was quite strange to him. He didn't require such assistance!

You look at him sternly, "if you keep yappin' then you'll be frozen the time you get out."

He gapes at your brash words, not expecting them. Yet, you apologize, once more gesturing for him climb on your back.

"You did enough, just let me aid you."

Awkwardly, he shifts behind you as his legs dangle on your waist. Hoisting him up, you traverse the water. "Y-You are quite strong."

You nodded, keeping your eyes focused to land. "I've traveled around a lot, you need strength to protect oneself."

Resting his soaked head on your own, you don't mind the water dripping into your face.

"Thank you."

You said among the soft crickets and moths. A silent question rests on his mind, before he had a chance to speak, you start.

"I am... Often worried when Maomao is here. But, if I could ask one favor from you, Master Jinshi. Keep her safe, or the least, keep a eye on her. Please.." "You pause, grip tighter on the male.

"I know she would of ended up here anyway, but... I just wish not under the circumstances that led up to it." Your tone shifts slightly as you sigh.

Jinshi recalled when Maomao had told him of her unfortunates that led her to the rear palace.

You find the grassy shore, you loosen your grip as Jinshi steps down, mind roaring with questions that he wished he had answers to, yet are silenced as he takes a look at you.

No words could describe the feelings in his chest, so he lets them linger like the mud now stuck to your clothes. Still drenched, but at least the warm air helped. The two of you follow the path back to the palace in silence.

-

Raising a brow at the soaked male, you huff out a laugh at the sight. The Enuche, more displeased by the second, scoffs at you. Throwing a harsh glare at Maomao and you, yet you don't mind.

"My hair is still wet!"

Gaoshun shot the both of you a look as Maomao begrudgingly grabs a towel to wipe down his purple locks.

You on the other hand, decided to treat the soaked fellow for his hard work.

Gathering your items, you place down a heavy tray of jar and boxes. Cups, big and small and different shapes. Maomao and Gaoshun eye you in surprise at the sight. 

Jinshi, still unpleased, crosses his arms.

You place down a simple little cup in front of the drenched male.

You take ahold of one of the other cups, pouring in what he assumed, was milk, steam radiating off the cup.

Laying down a small box of cinnamon, you sprinkle some in with a spoon. Before handling another jar. This time, you use the spoon to gather a good bit of the golden honey, then a small pinch of a sweet-smelling fragrance he couldn't name at the moment. Stirring the mix together slowly, you present the drink.

A syrupy aroma sprouting about as you lay a small plate beside the cup. A strange food item placed atop the plain plate.

"Here, this will warm you up."

The male eyes you skeptically, lowering his hand to grab the cup while keeping contact. He sips the liquid, before immediately placing it down. The gentle sweetness and heat from the drink was... Soothing. 

But he didn't want his rage to slip away just like that!

"It's... Sweet." He mumbles, hands itching to grab ahold of the cup once more.

You shrug, "well, I know tea is more of your preference. But I thought this might help more."

You lightly gesture to the flakey pastry beside the cup. 

"This should do you some good too, I was inspired by the bread you made the other day. Thought' it'd be something you'd enjoy." You state as Maomao rose a brow. You always kept an eye on one's efforts, even herself. (She recalled you making her something mixed with wine for her after this eventful day. She couldn't wait to try it!)

Ignoring the comment, he bites into the dish, taste buds erupting at the buttery taste and crunchy texture. He gulps down his gasp with each bite. Enjoying the meal as his agitation lightens. Even if his clothes were still a heavy thing to wear.

"Master Jinshi, your clothes are provided for when you're done." Goashun states, bowing slightly as he nodded to you with appreciation.

Finishing up his meal, he gathers himself. Head held high as his signature smile is back on his face. Maomao stands a bit closer to you as she eyes him wearily. That expression was different, she knew it was. The way his eyes lowered just a bit, as if his gaze was.. Enthralled-!

"Thank you, the meal was delicious, I shall take my leave now."

'Their hair...' Maomao eyes you, hair slightly damp and then noticing your clothes were slightly soaked in the back.

Maomao wwould rather you not be swept away by the males charms. No matter his beauty, she cannot allow you to be heartbroken by him. (Much less be by him.) She dismisses the idea for another time, even if the situation regarding the envoys was over. It still wasn't finished quite yet..

"Maomao." You pipe up, collecting your dishes. 

"Yes?"

"I wanted you to try the chocolates I made, I infused a filling with some wine, I learned the idea from the west-"

Excited at the words, she turns to you slowly. "I'll give it to you once I'm done cleanin' up."

"I'll help." She replied too quickly, a giddy smile on her features. You laugh at the enthusiasm as the two of you finish up.

Maomao goes lost in her thoughts, 'if...I could, I wouldn't mind travelling with them... It wouldn't be so bad. If we could eat such new and creative dishes and discover more medicines...' She blinks at the wistful idea, shaking her head. "Rather, I should just focus on the now."

-

You take ahold of the mallet, sweat glistening on your brow as bits of your clothes hang off of you due to much movement. A excited expression on your face as you swing the hammer down. 

Jinshi, terrified at the sound, hides by the door as he watches Maomao eye your body thoughtfully.

Smiling down brightly at the squishy substance, you continue your work as Jinshi gathers the courage to walk inside. "I see that you're busy.." He hides his tenseness with a smile, trying not to eye your process. Maomao hides her stink-eye, she could literally see him trying and (failing) to watch.

Gaoshun enters right behind his master, rather calm at the sound of your quiet grunts as you slam down the mallet quickly onto the forming mochitsuki.

"Apothecary, I would like to have a word."

"Yes, of course Master Jinshi."

Before the three of them left, they hear a hearty cheer leave you. Catching their attention, you grin wide with mirth

"Haha! It's ready!"

Goashun sighs as he notices his master and the Apothecary smiling at the sight.

-

Notes:

I had a fun time with trying to write with a Senshi! Inspired (Y/N). I have whole types of head canons with them with Jinshi and Maomao. They're just so silly! Also, I hope some of ya'll got the references I added! (Also, Senshi is a character from Dungeon Meshi.) I recommend it! It sorta ties in with the ideas I have regarding these two fics and hopefully more to come!. 

Tags: @teddiiursula @softnightplumes

(SO, another installment! I've been thinking maybe I should start writing for more Shoujo series. Manga, anime or manhwa. But it's all in good fun, let me know what ya'll think! Thanks for reading! See you later!)

[sturnsdoll]

𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙 -`♡´- - c.s & t.y x reader

inspired by THIS

pairing: chris x tara x reader.

summary: two of your bestfriends stay over after a party. your friend tara's flirting quickly escalates the night into something much less innocent than a little sleepover.

warnings: smut, threesome, face sitting, dom!chris, switch!tara, sub!reader, dirty talk, p in v, oral (f & m recieving), praise, overstimulation, fingering, no protection (it's fiction. don't be dumb.), probably forgot some sorry!

authors note: omg y'all been on my ass to finish writing thiss <3 i did write and edit this while sleepy so (i really hope not) BUT if there's mistakes or lack of detail i'm really sorry!

"pink" = reader speaking "purple" = tara speaking "orange" = chris speaking

the time on your phone read 3:04am.

with a sigh you searched your surroundings impatiently. you'd been stood outside on the lawn of this stupid giant house for 4 minutes too long. the dampness on you from light raindroplets coming down just made the experience all the more unpleasent.

the mansion behind you was a mututal friends. inside, music blared so loud that it was seeping out through the windows. despite the absaloutely absurd hour of the night it was still bustling with people inside. sometimes in LA it felt like the parties just never died out. to be fair though, the number had signifincantly decreased from the start of the night when there must have been at least 100 people on the property.

"hey, sorry! i got caught up in yappin while trying to say goodbye to people" tara's familiar voice instantly made your tense shoulders drop. you turned to face her with a smile "it's alright. seen chris around yet?" your eyes scanned behind her to see if he was coming even though you didn't expect him to be. and he wasn't. "maybe we should text him?" tara suggested as she also looked behind her, as if it would make him appear faster. you pulled out your phone to send him a message.

3:07. they were both told to meet out here at 3:00. 7 minutes still wasn't terribly late.

tara's voice took you from your screen "we've been out here freezing, loser" you stop typing your text message to look up at whoever she was talking too. you were met with the sight of chris holding his jacket over his head to block from the rain falling down on him. "my bad, i got lost in the house.." he admitted as he got right up to the two of you and held his jacket out a little further to invite you both beneath it's shelter. "but i already called the uber so it should be here soon." he said re-assuringly. you both stepped beneath the coverage of his jacket. it didn't completely block the rain but it was something.

tara was staying over tonight because the two of you almost always stay at one anothers after parties. chris however, was coming along because neither matt or nick wanted to come to the party so you had taken him here, as well as offered to take him home the next day. he could have just ubered home tonight but, you and tara insisted that he come over to hang out after. what was he gonna do? say no to a fun innocent little sleepover with his friends??

the three of you walked in unison in order to keep your place under the shelter of chris' jacket. the whole way off the property the music faded and tara's heels clicking mixed with the rain's intensity picking up became all that was heard.

the close proximity of the three of you should have been uncomfortable but you had absaloutely no issue being this close to tara and chris- probably because they were both very outgoing and touchy people so they were comfortable as well, giggling the whole way down the lawn about who knows what. the smell of rain and chris' dior cologne filled your senses up the whole walk until finally, you all made it to the sidewalk and the uber was right there across the street.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

the ride home, you had all sat in the back together. you sat in the middle, head on chris's shoulder and one leg swung over tara's lap as you and tara yapped away almost the entire time. this wasn't weird because tara, you and chris were all naturally touchy people. and the alcohol hadn't completely left yours or taras systems quite yet.

opening your front door now, you instantly removed the heels that had been abusing your feet for hours. "i'm gonna get comfy clothes, you two can make yourselves comfortable" you told your friends as you locked your door securely. "could i borrow a shirt or something?" tara questioned with a sweet pleading smile as she slid off her heels and coat. "of course! come on" you enthused, leading her toward your laundry room since you hadn't had time to put any of your clothes away earlier before the party.

chris watched as you lead tara away. he had already made himself at home on your couch. he had been here before so it didn't take him long to figure out the tv remote either.

tara eventually picked out a t-shirt of yours to wear. you had chosen a matching tank and shorts pj set. as you were sliding your shorts on under your dress, you caught sight of tara sliding her dress down her shoulders. slowly her tits peaked over her dress, little by little till they were completely exposed.

you were in awe of how perfect they sat. how pretty. you were so mesmerized that you didn't even realize she had completely removed her dress and caught your hungry gaze. a typical tara giggle escaped her, snapping you out of your haze.

your eyes shot up to hers and you look petrified. "i'm so sorr-" "no no, it's okay" you could tell by the smile on her face that she was genuine. she slid your shirt over her head, covering her body back up again. "you want help unzipping your dress?" she asked. you were still so stuck on what had just happened that the question caught you off gaurd. why not though? god knows it'd be a nightmare to unzip it yourself. so, you nodded with an embarassed "sure".

tara made her way behind you, she stepped just a little closer than necessary and her painted fingernails found your zipper to slide it down. you could feel her breath on your neck, making your spine shiver. she slowly slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, letting your dress fall down near your stomach.

she came right behind you, head on your shoulder. she looked down at your chest VERY obviously observing you with her gaze. "gorgeous" she complimented, her mischevious smile contradicting her sweet and casual tone. she gave a quick kiss to your shoulder before abruptly leaving the room to go find chris like it was nothing.

you stood completely dumbfounded. you and tara were extremely close but that was weird, right? after a couple minutes of collecting your thoughts, you chalked it up to her flirty personality just being fed a little too much liquid courage tonight.

after getting your clothes on you made your way to the living room where chris and tara were talking away. they were sitting surprisingly close but, spacial awarness wasn't always tara's specialty. chris didn't seem to mind.

"heyy me and chris are deciding what we want to eat, what do you want?" she questioned excitedly with uber eats already open on her phone.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

you all had made your decisions on food as well as a movie and you instructed that everyone watched it in your room to be more comfy so here the three of you were now..

chris laid with his back against your headboard while you and tara sat next to him on either side. chris and tara were talking over the movie that was nearly over now. waterbottles and empty fast food containers filled the space on your side table. you and tara had completely sobered up about an hour ago after having had some food.

"right? like wear what you want i guess but like WOW i just.." you had no clue what chris was talking about and you didn't care, as your eyes fixated on the tv screen you drowned out your two friends voices. reaching into your bedside tables drawer, you removed a vanilla chapstick sorry spacecamp to fix the dryness that earliers alcohol had cursed you with.

the scent of it was super strong. chris had subconciously switched his attention from what he was saying to your lips as the scent you were applying filled his nose and senses. he watched as you drug it across your perfect, round and now smooth, lips. he realized he was staring and quickly looked away. now that his attention had been drawn to you, he realized that you hadn't really talked to him or tara much for the past hour.

"what is that? cake or some shit?" he said, more so as a reason to include you in conversation than out of actual curiousity. you went to put the cap back on the vanilla lipbalm "can i try?" tara asked before you could even answer chris. you went to hand her the tube but she stopped you by grabbing your wrist gently "why waste it when we could share?" she asked. you were confused for a second until a playful glint in her eyes told you what she meant.

so earlier she was flirting? you thought to yourself. your expression mirrored hers with a smirk as you casually responded "of course you can try it". she begins to move forward so you do too. the both of you are leaning over chris when your lips connect in a gentle peck. chris has no idea how to react. his lips are parted, eyes glossy with a growing desire as he watches his two friends infront of him.

your lips hover one anothers for a moment but nobodies pulling away so you connect mouths again. this time there's a passion, lust, to the kiss. your the first to add tongue and tara's more than welcoming about it, her tongue fighting back against yours for dominance. you lean into the kiss more and with that same surge of confidence, you make a split second decision to "accidentally" steady yourself by pressing your hand ontop of the blanket.. right over where chris' dick is located.

an unexpectful grunt slips his lips. you pull back from tara just a little to gage chris's reaction. he doesn't seem to mind but for your own good-concious you need to make sure. "this okay?" you ask as your palm gently starts rubbing onto the tent in the blanket. he nods confirmingly, a quiet "yeah" before his lips eagerly meet yours. tara backs up just slightly so she can adjust herself to place a kiss below chris's jaw. his hand rests onto her knee and he rubs his thumb lightly as a show of approval.

with that, she opens her mouth and begins lightly nipping at his neck. tara takes his hand that's on her knee and grabs it to guide it toward you, silently telling him to give you the attention instead right now. chris smirks into the kiss but you don't know why until his hand goes to toy the waist band of your shorts, making you flinch a little at the cold touch of his fingertips.

tara's lips leave chris's neck. she shuffling around the bed so you try to pull away to see what she's doing. chris's hand comes to the back of your head, forcing you back onto his lips. that doesn't last long though because next thing you know, tara's grabbing your shoulders to pull you to lay down on your back, head toward the end of the bed. your legs naturally go on either side of chris. he's still seated with his back against the headboard.

"you wanna make me feel good babe?" the tone of tara's voice makes your stomach flutter. you respond by nodding eagerly. tara giggles mischeviously in response as she stands to remove her black lace panties. chris eyes catch onto her. both of you watch as she bends over to slide them off, momentarily revealing her glistening pussy.

his attentions pulls away when you subconciously buck your hips up for attention. chris' long fingers slide into the waistband of your shorts to slide them off your legs. you allow him, lifting your hips to help. now you lift your head to watch what chris is up to. you feel tara's weight consume the bed next to your head but keep your eyes trained on the man between your legs. chris tosses your shorts aside before his hands find your thighs. painstakingly slow, his palms run up and down them, always close but never quite touching your aching cunt.

you begin to get impatient "chris. pl-" you're cut off by tara lightly grabbing your jaw and forcing your head back down against the bed. "shh. let him take his time honey" as she speaks she raises herself over your face, thighs now on either sides of your head. you open your mouth to argue but instead you're silenced by tara's folds pressing onto your lips.

well, you for sure weren't gonna argue with that. you forget about chris for now, wanting tara's taste in your mouth. your tongue darts out to experimentaly flick at her clit once before you completely dive in to suck on her needy bud.

tara whines from the lack of build up. she looks down at you admirably as your tongue works her "so good honey." she praises you. it hasn't even been a minute and your pussy drunk, you wanna make her keep telling you how good your doing, wanna pull more pretty noises. you're so completely consumed with her that you hadn't even noticed chris pulled your panties to the side until his fingers unexpectedly ran through your folds.

"so fucking soaked." chris states, admiring your soaked cunt. "yeah? you like being buried in me that much?" tara teases, staring down at you. to answer her, your tongue slips into her hole, nose stimulating her clit now. "orr she just wants to be touched, hm?" chris says with slight competitivness, his pointer finger just barely grazes over your clit. you buck your hips toward him for more but he uses his free arm to hold your waist to the bed.

tara scoffs, rolling her eyes even though neither of you can see it. "yeah sure" she mutters quietly in response to chris. he catches it though, "i'd watch your tone" chris warns her. before tara can respond, he thrusts his middle and ring fingers into you, elicting a moan. the vibrations of your moan travel straight into taras cunt, making her whine loudly.

chris watches with satisfaction at having affected both of you at the same time. although his cock is throbbing, he's more than happy to watch the sight infront of him and continue to toy and play with you. or both of you. his fingers are as deep as they go when he curls them upwards. you cry out, grabbing tara's hand with one of yours and her thigh with your other.

your tongue is still fucking her closer and closer to the edge. everytime chris forces out all your pretty little noises, they go straight into tara's cunt again and again.

her thighs begin suffocating the sides of your head. you don't mind at all. she rocks her cunt right into your face, whines spilling out of her. "i'm close" she voices, her thighs beginning to shake. "not yet, get off of her" chris demands. tara turns her head as far as it goes to look back at chris. "excuse me?" she questions him . chris's fingers pull out of you. you try to complain but it's muffled. they continue the conversation without you. "you're not cumming yet." he tells her. tara looks... offended? baffeled? she opens her mouth to complain but chris rolls his eyes and raises to his knee's so he can grab taras hips, lifting her off you.

you immedietly sit up, confused. tara's juices coat your chin and chris motions for you to come to him. "what. the. fuck?" you finally complain, looking between the two of them. "what she said" tara chimes in. chris turns tara to face him and lays back. he looks at tara then nods toward his lap. the sour look leaves her face and she smirks knowingly as she straddles his hips, already working at his belt.

chris's attention switches to you. "you wanna feel good again? hm?" he asks you with a slightly cocky smile. you nod. "cm'ere" he lures you over to sit on his face. while tara unbuttons and removes chris' pants.. you nervously place your thighs on either side of your friends face.

his middle and ring fingers return back to your aching hole to tease you again. he can sense your nervousness to lower yourself onto his mouth. "cm'on let me taste you" chris says, telling not asking as he looks up at you. you're looking anywhere but him. he groans frustratedly and decides to take matters into his own hands. he uses his free arm to wrap it around your thigh and pull you right down to his tongue. he wastes no time flicking the tip of his tongue up and down your clit rapidly. as if that wasn't enough, his fingers fill you right back up. you almost jump at the unsuspected and sudden pleasure. you push your cunt further onto his mouth for more. you look down to see his blue lustful gaze staring right back up at you while he smirks into your sopping cunt. you clench around his fingers just at the sight.

meanwhile, tara's teasingly pulling his boxers toward his thighs.

tara wants nothing more than to ride him like he had implied however, tara figured someone might as well return the favour that he's giving to you right now. she leans down and her hand wraps around his base at the same time her lips enclose his tip.

a whiny moan slips chris lips that makes tara amusedly giggle around his cock, causing him to let another noise slip. both of these go right to your clit. you grip chris' hair for support and in return he curls his fingers right up into your g-spot.

you throw your head back and begin attempting to rock your hips into chris' face. the arm that's around your thigh holds you still though and he begins curling his fingers the same way over and over, again and again. you whine and moan as your body tries again and again to rock against his grip on you. chris lips wrap around your clit now, nipping and sucking. your stomach twists with pleasure, you know what's coming if he keeps this up.

tara's mouth slides down his length, taking him in almost completetely. chris's teeth bite down on your clit in reaction. it's not hard enough to truly hurt but enough to shock you and almost tip you right over the edge.

chris releases your clit with a pop. his voice is shakier than he anticipated. "y-you wanna cum baby?" your friend asks as he looks up at you, your juices on his face with pussy drunk eyes. "mm- mhm" is all you manage. he gently slaps your thigh, making you whine. "lemme hear you say it" his fingers continue to curl into you.

"i w-wanna cum chris mm please" you beg him desperately as you clench around his fingers. there's a few seconds of silence that makes tears fill the corner of your eyes. "good girl. g-go ahead" he struggled to speak as the pleasure tara's tongue gave him was almost too much.

the 'good girl' was more than enough for you. you practically fold over, you would have if your headboard wasn't there to grab onto. your legs shake and your walls squeeze his fingers, your orgasm is already coming over you but then on top of it chris adds his mouth back to the mix, latching it back to your clit. "chris!" his name comes out high pitched. stars cloud your vision as you coat his fingers completely.

tara's mouth release's chris' cock. the bed shifts for a couple seconds and before he can process it, the warm walls of her cunt envelope him, sinking all the way to his pubic bone. chris moans into you again but this time it feels like too much. you tried to lift your hips off of him but he only pulls your pretty pussy right back to him. his fingers leave you but his tongue flattens against your hole, licking a long stripe from there till your clit.

"fuck chris!""fuck!" you and tara both whine out. your pleasure's from the overstimulation, hers from the way his cock hits all the right spots when she rocks on it. his dick twitching inside of her at the sound of both your pretty cries. when tara begins a steady and fast pace, chris couldn't help but subconciously try and fuck up into her. she leans back, her hands on his thighs to steady herself as her rythym became faster. both chris and tara let out noises. hers whiny and desperate, his lower and less often.

you couldn't hear either of them over the ringing in your ears from every muscle in your body shaking. because of your last orgasm, you were still very sensitive. this time all it took was chris's mouth sucking on your clit for and you were almost there again.

tara was finding friction for her clit from rocking it into chris' pelvis everytime her hips moved. her mouth was slack and she was hardly even moaning anymore. heavy breaths coming as her chest heaved. "fuck- i'm so close" tara mutters mostly to herself. you took a hand off the headboard to reach behind you, your hand reaching out behind you and she takes the hint, grabbing it. you both squeezed one anothers hands for support.

you guys weren't the only one's close. chris's dick was twitching inside your bestfriend and his hips start to stutter.

tara pushes her hips down harder onto her friend and the feeling was enough for the coil in her stomach to release. she cried out breathlessly and at the same time, your thighs squeeze chris's head as you dig your nails into tara's hand. your mind goes completely blank.

you remove yourself from chris's face, completely overstimulated. tara leaves his cock at the same time, red and leaking precum. chris looked at tara confused.. until she looks at you, then back to him.

you didn't notice this, you were sat next to chris, chest heaving while you catch your breath. "think you can take one more, babe?" tara speaks up but her voice is strained and raspy from all the gorgeous noises she had emitted just moments ago.

you looked at chris who was already looking at you. he looked pretty, sweat causing a few of his brown strands to cling to his forehead. despite looking a little fucked out, he still had an eagerness to him probably because he hadn't cum yet.

he got up into a seated position and reached out, hand going into your hair to pull you into him. his lips collided with yours feverishly whilst tara's fingertips teasingly graze his tip. he instantly swatted her hand away. she let him because they both knew he had other plans.

chris turned you around, positioning you on your knee's infront of him. your back pressed against his chest.

he used his knee's to seperate yours, shuffling them apart. tara came infront of you, on her knee's as well. she attatched her lips with yours while chris was positioning himself. your arm came around the back of her neck and the other reached behind you to go to the back of chris's neck as well.

chris brushes his tip against your clit. you instantly jerked your hips away from his from the overstimulating feeling. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back. you whine but he shushes you. "jus one more, yeah?" he assured right before his cock entered you, filling you up completely.

your lips left tara's to let out what was practically a scream. "shh honey" enphasizing her words, tara's hand clasps over your mouth. she lowered her head level to your tits before taking a nipple into her mouth. this makes you whine again, then again when chris's tip abuses your cervix without warning.

you're already so sensitive from his tongue and fingers just moments ago, his cock feels like too much but so good at the same time. "so good for us" chris praises before slamming into you again, making you scream into tara's hand. her other hand lands a light slap to your sensitive clit, making your hips jerk. you don't go far against chris' firm hold on you. "mm- g- cmm" even with taras hand shutting you up, they both know what you're saying.

chris mouth is now right next to your ear "not yet. you're gonna cum with me" he mutters to you. you shake your head, not thinking you're gonna last. "either you can fuckin wait for me or- fuck- or i'll make you take a fourth o-one" he threatens you. you shake your head in momentary panic. there's no way you're gonna cum for a fourth after this but if he makes you wait much longer to cum you aren't gonna have a choice but to finish before he allows you to.

tara continues to swirl her tongue around your nipple fiercly and as if you weren't already fucked dumb, her middle finger makes sudden contact with your clit, rubbing fast circles.

now you know that they're both just trying to fucking ruin you.

now you speak nonsense into her hand, making her smirk with amusement. "what's wrong honey, too much?" tara asks you with a faux-sympathetic pout. you aggresively nod your head. responding for tara, chris pulls you impossibly tighter against him, hips slamming harder into you. you yell into her hand and both of them smirk. "want us to stop?" she says teasingly, already knowing the answer but wanting to make sure. you instantly shake your head no.

her fingers still toy your clit and chris's pace slowly starts to falter. you can feel his breath on your neck becoming un-even. tara circles your sensitive bundle of nerves faster and you're sure your gonna be cumming before you're allowed.

luckily for you, the way chris holds your body tighter and his forehead drops to your shoulder says otherwise. "you gonna cum with me?" his voice is all low fucked out and it makes your walls squeeze him harder than ever. you nod, unable to speak for more than one reason. "go on then" he encourages along with a harsh slam of his hips. the second "go" left his lips your vision went white.

the next thing you were aware of was about 20 seconds after when his seed was spilling up into you to coat your walls. his forehead rested on your shoulder while he praised you on how good you were for him. "did so well" he said before gently kissing your shoulder while tara's fingers left your clit at the same time chris pulled out of you.

chris reached down next to your bed to retrieve everyones clothing for them. you had two bathrooms so you and tara headed off to one for a shower. chris to the other bathroom for the same reason.

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you all returned to your room after, clean and in new clean clothes. (lucky for chris, nick hangs out here often and you love to steal his shit to wear for comfort.)

chris had entered just as you finished making your bed with fresh sheets. "better not have been fucking in there without me" chris joked as he made himself comfortable laying on your bed. you and tara both simultaniously rolled your eyes at him, scoffing. you both joined him on the bed to lie down.

you were in the middle of them. chris spooned you and you spooned tara, cuddling one another comfortbly way past awkwardness at this point. chris rubbed a relaxing hand up and down your side and you played with your other friends hair relaxingly. you should know better though, comfortable silence doesn't exist with chris around...

"guess what?"

you audibly sighed. "what?" tara and you groaned knowingly in unison.

there's a little grin on his face that neither of you can see, but nonetheless you both sense the ridiculousness. "i saw both your boobies" he says in a childish sing-song tone.

"oh my god" "are you fucking kidding me?"

i really hope y'all enjoyed. ᥫ᭡

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