#right pointer and middle finger

[stardustallaround]

POV: the chalkboard in the lab

i had a vision while making a study guide for my calc final that’s tomorrow

what the writing says if anyone can’t read it:

J: What are you doing, V?

V: … integrating the, erm, effect of the hexcore’s magnetic field on electrons that enter the path defined by…

J: Not that, I mean your hand — the flapping?

V: What… do they not teach the right hand rule topside

J: the what???

V: for… hmm… vector directions and current?

J: Oh! I usually just hold my fingers in the directions

V: … one of those hmph

[sleeperagentclone]

Ring update: Finally found one that fits my thumb! I've actually had this forever but I recently found it again, shout out to Riz, the lastest fictional queer teen to convince me that it is queer to wear jewelry

[lesbiangiratina]

I saw a poll a couple days ago asking how many fingers you type with and it made me realize i only type with 3 fingers (1 on left 2 on right) on an actual keyboard but my speed is an above average 60 wpm/276 cpm and my accuracy is 98% so i think i make it work for me

[coureirsix]

you guys why have i given myself 3 deep paper cuts today. what penance is this for

[sandpapersnowman]

giving myself cunty long nails for the wedding we're going to today. do I do the lesbian manicure...

[doerot]

I had a fun little pocket nap dream like it wasn't even a nightmare but it did leave me a sort of catatonic for the last few hours yay

[eraserbread]

there's something in the air around you... your husband, nanami, notices it immediately ✧

→ pregnant!reader, panty-sniffer nanami, fingering, mentions of oral, suggestive content

perhaps it's a new perfume, but you never switched from the one he picked out. you've used the same detergent since you were a teenager and match body wash with him.

there hasn't been a change in your lifestyle at all. kento swears he's not crazy...

then, he thinks he might actually be because he's standing in front of the washer with your black silk panties pressed to his nose. you just took them off this morning, so your smell is fresh—mouthwatering—yet different—a good difference.

"ken, i've been dreaming about milk bread from that bakery in-" you're stepping into the room, arms crossed around your traditional robe. you took off your clothes to shower, and now he's nose-deep. "...what are you doing?"

"oh." he replies haphazardly, pretending like he didn't just get caught sniffing your panties. he tosses them in with the rest of the clothes. "yes, dear. milk bread sounds lovely. you know, they do sandwiches too-

"why were you... wait, you're sniffing my panties? are you okay?"

"oh," he repeats, looking down to the contained mess of dark clothes in the drum. "I know... it's odd... i was just wondering why your pheromones have been dipping recently." he turns to you, shutting the washer and leaning against the waist-height appliance. "have you been taking any new medications? no, right? i would know?"

you swallow silence, knowing exactly what he was sensing... and silly you, you know your husband is mystic and observational. you should really tell him about that positive pregnancy test you have hiding in the wardrobe.

now is not that time. you shake your head. "no..."

so, he nods you over. "come here, now. i've been stewing over the matter for a few days."

kento sits you on top of the purring washing machine after he turns it on, giving you a passing kiss as you settle. You still get so flustered with him, and it's heightened right now—you just caught him with a noseful of your most private garments, taking it in like it was flora.

"well, firstly i thought it might've been a new bodywash... but we share."

"mhm." you nod, lips pressing together as he pushes your legs open. under the robe you're completely naked, but the shadow keeps you decent. "'s not the bodywash."

"yes. then, i figured... well, it's more likely to be an internal change. i can smell it waft when you walk by."

"are you saying i stink?"

his eyes get dark. he's staring right into your soul. "no."

you're purring - a steady engine coming to life within you that matches the tremors of the wash cycle. between your thighs, he reaches for your familiar cunt, knowing right where to reach, where he should bypass, and the entirety of your shape. instead of teasing your clit, getting you ready for further stimulation, he slides his thick middle finger inside of you, buried to the hilt.

you take a breath, he cocks an eyebrow. "me smelling you like that... it didn't make you uncomfortable, did it?"

you're shaking your head immediately, reaching a hand to plant on his big, homey shoulder. he's hunching pretty far to get as close as possible, nose trailing over yours when he whispers.

"i don't... i don't even know what that means—mhmf." you squeeze your eyes shut, body twisting as he slips his pointer finger ring-deep inside of you. the shiny metal shocks your soul, twisting at your entrance as his digits stretch you sensually.

then, he chuckles. actually—real, rare. "good. i love you. all of you." he twists his fingers and pulls them out, drinking up your flustered gasps as he brings the glistening pair to his nose, taking a long sniff.

you're reacting like a fish out of water, opening and closing your lips as you try to make sense of it all. before two thoughts can connect, he's dragging those damp fingers to his lips, staring at you hotly as he takes them in his mouth.

he settles on a deep, throaty. "mmm..." cheeks hollowing around them like your taste is his favorite meal. "you're sweeter, too."

[oh-gemini-please]

my hand has been switching between hurting A LOT and being numb for the past week </3

[chaoskiro]

Today on Kiro's petty grudges: why the fuck is B supposed to be typed with the left hand when it's closer to the right pointer finger?

[screampied]

i saw this on my feed and how about sextherapist!sylus and virgin!reader that struggles with making themselves orgasm? you can go from there 🤗

warnings. — ☆ fem! reader, sēx therapist sylus, virgín reader, praise, dirty talk, semi public, first time squírt, fıngering, mdni.

“oh, so you really weren’t kidding—were you, kitten?” sylus hums, feeling you writhe around his lap in anticipation. you’re so up close to him as your back’s facing the opposite way of his chest. in the far distance, you hear a plethora of noises coming outside of his office. meaningless chit chatter from his coworkers, loud stomps echoing down the hall, his annoying fax machine that forevermore continues to spit out those same clicking cries, and so on. you’ve been attending sessions with sylus for quite some time now, and you just needed to know how to orgasm properly. you tried everything and nothing would work. according to you, it was dire and you wanted to know if it was as good as people say. “daydreamin’ again?” he coos huskily, hot breath colliding near the twitching shell of your ear. a veiny hand of his softly trails down your inner thighs, glancing at your slid to the side panties. “ah, look at her. she’s so gorgeous.”

“sylusss,” you hiss out his name, gingerly wrapping your clammy fingers around his broad cuffed wrist. “hurry up.”

the white haired man snickers at your agitation, and once he teasingly ghosts two thick fingers over your throbbing protected entrance—his chest rumbles from wry laughter. “my, you’re so impatient. but fine, fine. spread these pretty legs, let me see what we’re workin’ with.”

right away, you sprawl your legs out even further then before and you hear him whistle.

“what a sight,” he purrs, and your head slumps back against his chest. it was almost half past ten at night and sylus was technically off work. your session ended about an hour ago but you just persisted that you needed one more thing.

an orgasm.

your nostrils smell his musky scent of loud rich leather and sandalwood that’s smothering all over his clothing. he brushes a thumb over the lace fabric of your panties before feeling just how soaked you were. “cute, bet you were soaked like this the entire time we were chattin’, hm?”

“f- fuck,” you swallow, and a plump tip of his finger gradually pulls at the string of your underwear. you remain laid back against his lap, gnawing at the bars of your enclosure.

the two of you were sitting on a fat cushioned sofa that’s dipping inward from the heavy pounds of weight. sylus was slow — painfully slow, he knew what he was doing. he lets out a raspy chortle, hearing your slow needy breaths featuring each exasperated gasp that leaves from your lips. “sylus, please.” you moan through gritted teeth, the wait just becoming unbearable.

sylus shushes you, pressing his soft lips up near the sloping nape of your neck. “there there,” and he talks over your whines before within seconds, a finger slowly inserts its way inside. you gasp, feeling your tummy heave. his finger was long, not only that but it was very very thick. you started to hear your heartbeat dramatically thump through your ears as he continues to speak. “pay attention now, this right here?” and you whimper, feeling his middle finger swirl around inside of your pussy. he taps against a spot that makes you feel almost every nerve shoot your body. “this is the clit, kitten. and this,” and you moan, hearing the sloshing sounds of your own mess fill the room. sylus gradually plugs in another finger - his pointer finger, and it fully extends immediately, reaching a spongy spot. “this is my favorite, your pretty g-spot.”

“s- sylus,” you suck in a frustrated breath, realizing that he had not one but two fingers inside. he’s very gentle regardless . . gentle and undeniably slow. oh, the wait was killing you. with your flapping lashes fluttering back against your hooded eyelids, you couldn’t help but gnaw at your quivering bottom lip. this was so much better than your own fingers. his was far longer and experienced. his plump lips starts to kiss near your neck this time, softly lolling his tongue down your skin, craving more of your sweet taste. “more, f- finger me.”

“yes ma’am,” he jibes, and it takes him a few dreadfully long seconds before he’s finally making haste. the tone of sylus’s voice was so deep that it nearly shakes you to the very core—you feel his exact rough vibrato against you. he hears the irregular changes of your breathing whilst his fingers continue to roam inside of your cunt.

“mhm, there’s about over ten thousand pretty little nerves stored up in here,” and he’s just casually talking over your babbling whines. the tips of his fingers were now already so soaked with your sappy slick. it’s gluing against his digits effortlessly — sweet like honey. your folds were just drooling, and every so often, he pulls his fingers out just to stare at the slippery sloppy mess. “how’s it feel? talk to me, sweet girl.”

as your body resumes to tingle from the circular maneuvers of his two fat digits, you let off a loud moan, peering at your left thigh that’s starting to mercilessly shake. “good—fuck, so good,” you whine, the stimulation making you merely bite down on your tongue. sylus hums in amusement, noticing how your thighs would just fail to stay still—it’s cute, you’re a jittery mess but your hand finds it’s way wrapping around his wrist again. “faster,” you plead, and your eyes nearly roll back once he’s just repeatedly toying with your precious g-spot.

again, and again, and again.

your gummy walls accepted sylus’s fingers freely and it was so snug, your mouth can’t help but start to salivate once you realize you’re coming close. he’s quick, plummeting such inches of just two simple digits in and out of you at such a maddened pace. he’s using his entire wrist, his finger work had your toes curling in awe.

“ah, easy now kitten. just relax and bare around ‘em. there’s no rushing a pretty pussy this sloppy,” and he’s speaking right up against your ear again. if you weren’t throbbing then, you definitely were now. sylus even licks against the edge of your ear, giving it a playful nibble. “c’mooon, give me that orgasm, uh huh. make me proud, sweetie.”

“hngh, s-sylus,” you whimper out loudly, your entire body growing tense. sylus’s free hand creeps toward your tummy, softly caressing against your bare skin that’s loosely tucked underneath your blouse. this was so risky. anyone could just walk in and see you - you and him, but you didn’t care—you didn’t care, especially when you were so close to making a mess all his sofa. “fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“let go for me,” he whispers, and his tone was so soothing. it’s almost as if he wasn’t inches deep inside of your swollen pulsating cunt with two thick fingers. in and out, he’s shoving them in and out of you, twisting them around and curling them all throughout your gripping walls. fuck, your toes were scrunched up, feeling such rippling waves surge through you. you were almost positive that if it wasn’t for the help of his hand holding you steady in place against his lap, you’d fall right from his grasp. sylus brings one final kiss toward the back of your collarbone before humming. “atta girl. just give it to me. c’mon, all on my fingers.”

but abruptly, right as you’re coming undone, you feel yourself spraying your translucent slick all on his pumping fingers. a shrieking scream dies from the back of your throat and he finds it oh so cute.

sylus feels you pulsing around him and he grows quiet—you huff out heavy heaving breaths, realizing that you’re squirting. it only lasts for a few seconds but it felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. “oh my g- godddd.” you collapse back against his chest, his fingertips delicately plying with your prodding g-spot for just a few seconds longer before he pulls them out. slowly, sylus retracts his digits out of your puffy cunt, watching how it’s now glistening with your honeyed sap.

“aw,” he breaks the silence, hearing your pussy squeal again with numerous squelches as he’s dragging out his two drenched fingers. you’re still so sensitive, it’s like your entire body was burning up with fiery scorching hot heat. it’s intense, your thighs shamelessly try to squeeze themselves shut whilst you’re just rigorously shuddering on his lap. “would you look at thaaaat,” and his arms wrap around you. “such a good girl. although you’ve made quite the mess.”

in the midst of him sweet talking, praising you and all, you’re panting heavily. your sighing chest’s raising up and down as you’re just laid out on his lap, exhausted. as you’re chasing your own scurried breaths, sylus kisses the top back of your head. “again,” you moan, a strain in your voice. despite how your legs were still shivering—you craved more, you wanted to orgasm like that over and over. “t- teach me how to do again.”

“to squirt?” sylus raises a snowy white brow, turning you around to face him. his crimson eyes bore into yours and there’s that same sly smile stretching across his lips once you desperately nod. “hm, alright. but this time, i just might have to teach you with my tongue,” and you feel yourself throb once he’s slowly making you recline yourself back against his velvet-colored settee. “now lie back kitten, doctor’s orders. .”

[anadorablekiwi]

Me: *trying to determine which fingers to wear which rings on so as to minimize the adjustable rings getting snagged* well the jelly should be on an inner finger, and the dragon heart kind of needs to be on my right hand, but the garnet doesn’t fit on the left unless its the ring ringer which is a no, and that leaves the claddagh……

*deep sigh*

I suppose it doesn’t matter which hand my claddagh is on anyways, its not like anyone knows or cares…

(there’s symbolism or whatever you call it about which hand and direction the ring is on. Right hand heart facing out means single, right heart in is dating, left hand heart facing out is engaged, left facing in is married. But like. Its a ring. It doesn’t matter. I can have it on my left pointer finger pointing towards me cuz i like how it looks. Shush dumb brain.)

[captainx-camino]

Fun little detail most people probably missed, but Jayce's Marionette Statue loses two fingers when it gives the Hammer to Survivor Jayce.

Which is interesting, because his mother also lost two fingers in the blizzard they almost died in.

They're also the opposite fingers as the ones she loses.

Ximena lost her pointer and middle on her left hand

While Jayce loses the ring and pinkie on his right.

I would love to see some post final battle Jayce fanart rocking finger prosthetics like his mama tbh

[brainlicking]

Janus Week Day 4 - Name Reveal

For @darksideweeks Janus' week! I've had the draft thumbnails for this comic sitting pretty for three years and today's prompt was PERFECT for me to blow off the dust and actually draw it!

(I have many ideas of how Janus shared his name with Remus but this is by far the funniest.)

Image ID below the cut.

[ID: A four page digital Sanders Sides comic with the brainlicking.tumblr signature at the bottom of each page.

Page 1: [A small yellow panel at the top of the page with a speech bubble]

Janus: I... ...I would like to tell you...

[Whole page panel with Janus at the forefront, his back to the viewer and his arms crossed behind his back, he is facing Remus. Remus is sitting on a purple couch, concentrating on reaching a book.]

[Bottom left panel. Remus looks up in surprise.] [Bottom right panel. Remus is looking intently at Janus with both hands pressed together in front of his mouth, there is a green text box with an arrow pointing to Remus that says, "Not saying a word because he genuinely wants to know."]

Page 2: [The panels of this page are bordered with yellow with faded text that reads, "HE'S GOING TO LAUGH" over and over.]

[Top panel. Profile shot of Janus' torso, going from neck to waist, he is facing to the viewers left. His arms are out in front of him and is taking off his right glove.]

[Middle panel. Closer shot of his right hand, it is now ungloved.]

Janus: My name...

[Bottom panel. Closeup shot of the lower half of Janus' face, teeth bared and his hand close to his mouth.]

Page 3: [Whole page panel of a bust shot of Janus, he is grinning widely, his expression cheeky and is pressing the length of his pointer finger against the space between his upper lip and nose. There is a mustache drawn on the finger.]

Janus: Is REMUS!

[Bottom panel. Janus and Remus stare at each other in silence.]

Page 4: [Top panel. Janus and Remus burst into laughter, there is yellow and green "HA HA"'s written around them, with green text of Remus saying, "You silly bitch!" to Janus.]

[Whole page panel. The laughter from the top panel trickles down the middle of the page. Janus is now sitting with Remus on the couch, he peeks one eye open at him, still smiling.]

Janus: It's actually Janus.

Remus: Aw, we match!

Janus: Heh, yes we do.

End ID]

@thatsthat24

[forcemascexperiments]

I think it's funny how men just jerk off sometimes nonchalantly. Like that's such a dude thing to do. Jerkin it while doing nonsexual shit like playing minecraft, listening to music, reading a book, sometimes even in public restrooms. Just jorkin that thang. Lol. No, no, every dude does this, I promise. Yes, really. It's just a funny little quirk all men have and so you should really consider it as a part of your transition. Take your t dick between your pointer and middle finger and jerk it for a bit every time you shower or scroll on your phone or take a piss -- actually, how about you do it right now. Uh, we're both men. Of course it's fine. Don't make it weird. Yeah, there you go. Just like that. Good b- job, dude. And if both of your hands are busy, you can just put a vibrator in your pants and keep it on low. Just enough to keep your cock nice and hard. Yeah, man, every guy I know does this. Whether you're doing the dishes, going for a walk, going shopping, you can always get off to keep yourself nice and dumb and masculine. Always make sure to stop before you cum though.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

MORNING WOOD. 18+

bucky barnes x fem!reader

wc. 1.3k synopsis. literally what the title says. bucky has a morning chub on, you help take care of it, he returns the favour. bish bash bosh, bob's your uncle warnings. 18+ only. mutual masturbation, teasing/ edging, little bit of piv but neither of you last long (got that magic kitty) creampie, cockwarming, general filth. mdni

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There's not much that can beat a slow Sunday morning in bed: to lay peacefully under the sheets, the birds chirping just outside the window. It’s the kind of thing you look forward to all week.

You've not long been awake, your eyes only just beginning to adjust to the spring sun through the curtains. You roll over, turning to face Bucky on your right who isn’t quite as awake as you — still set in slumber, head propped up on a bent vibranium arm behind his head. He looks so calm, ever so gentle. 

Your eyes close to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, the slow inhalations and exhalations acting as white noise, almost easing you back to sleep. But you hear a particularly heavy intake of air beside you and your eyes fling open. Bucky’s head tilts to face you, eyes seeming to find yours almost immediately. 

“Morning,” you smile at him, arm reaching to drape around his sternum.

He leans closer to you and presses a kiss just beside your nose, the awkward angle intercepting any chance of getting to your lips. 

“Mornin’,” he repeats, voice thick and sleepy. 

You prop your head on the edge of his chest, keeping it there for a moment as a means to simply keep close. You peer towards the window briefly, spotting something –perhaps a bird– fly past, and when you glance away, you take notice of something else. A tenting in the bed’s sheets just below your lover’s middle. Your attention captivated, maybe even more so than any kind of bird.

You slowly drag your hand down his stomach, your pinky finger leading the way along his happy trail and towards his pubic bone. His breathing grows heavier, deeper, just beside your ear — the featherlight touches seeming to catch up with him.

He props his head higher by scrunching the pillow, using it as elevation to watch what’s going on between his legs more clearly. His gaze growing all the more entranced by the creeping of your hand under the sheets, focus locked quite like a cat with a laser pointer.

You press a kiss to the scar band near his armpit, peering up just moments after. “Want me to take care of it?”

The corners of his lips turn downwards as he smiles, an amused small chuckle following suit. “Your hands are softer than mine,” he entices, pretending to give the matter a second thought.

Your fingers drag through his pubes briefly, the faint twirling motion only a means to work him up that bit more. As you reach for his cock, you lift your head and reposition your arm from underneath you, resting your cheek on your fist. You keep your attention cast on Bucky, watching the visual response on his face as your nail drags up the underside of his shaft. 

Raising your hand, you hover it atop his cock, singular fingertip beginning its faint swirling over the head — drawing a messy figure of eight through his precum. You press a light kiss to his lower cheek, just beside his lips, the act of affection a silent direction; wordlessly getting him to face you. 

He turns to you and you lean in, lips ghosting his as if your goal was to torment him that much more. You initiate kisses, though you never follow through with them — each brushing of your lips on his being only that. Just breathy half whines as your mouths merely meet.

He throws his head back frustratedly, not seeming to be enjoying your games at this current moment in time. And you can’t help but find amusement in his annoyance, taking pleasure like the way he often does with you when he’s the instigator of such games. 

The hand on his dick is faint, like it’s barely there, languidly pumping his cock as if time were no such issue. The motion of your hand being seen rather clearly though the sporadic bobbing of the bed sheets. 

And with your attention caught on the lewd view below, Bucky becomes eager to reinstigate kisses — the fleshed hand at his side moving to cup your face. Thumb and index squishing into the hollows of your cheeks as he turns you to look at him, taking matters into his own hands. Quite literally. He pulls your face in towards his, kissing you slow and deep. A complete juxtaposition to those dozen half ones before. 

It serves as a distraction to your teasing and tormenting, and you each grow more entranced in it. His hand that’s clasped to your face begins its mindless wandering, trailing leisurely down the dips and dents of your nude side. Touches continuing over your hip and across your thigh, slowly sliding inward and to what's between.

You muffle something indecipherable into his mouth, and you yourself were not overly certain about what was said. Maybe a concoction of a curse and a moan, you weren’t sure. But whatever it was, it seemed to egg him on. 

While you continue your gentle pumping of his cock in your hand, he makes an effort to reciprocate some of the pleasure. He trails upwards through your slick folds, starting at your entrance going up — the obstructed angle becoming somewhat of a hindrance. And so you lift your leg slightly, mind still just about capable of thought despite the tizzy feeling within it. The new position allowing more of him to get to more of you.

He begins to mirror the motions on you that he is receiving from you, lazy half-hearted strokes and drags of his fingers over your pussy — mirroring the teasing on you. As if he was subtly using it as time to get his own back, purposely avoiding the places you want like you did him. 

“Come on,” you muffle into his mouth. The rather pathetic sound an audible indication of how bothered you’re growing, his delicate touches making you all the more frustrated. 

He parts from the kiss and simultaneously retracts his hand from between your thighs, though his lips remain close as he speaks. “Not so nice, is it?” 

“No,” you murmur, feeling disheartened by being left hanging off the edge of that metaphorical cliff. 

And when you itch forward to rekindle the lusty makeout, he pulls back, head shaking softly — almost like a playful mocking. So you too pause, snatching your hand from around his cock, allowing him to also dangle on the brink. Similar dissatisfactory groans following promptly.

The arm supporting your head grows weak, becoming practically limp and you resume your prior laid position. And like you anticipated, Bucky moves to hover atop you, the heavy –prominent– weight of his cock briefly resting along the crease where your cunt meets thigh. 

He anchors himself on one hand beside you, the other reaching between to guide himself to your pussy. Giving his dick one last preparatory pump, he eases it into you. The reminder that these antics were to be cut short lingered in either of your minds, the pair of you mere moments from letting go. 

Bucky’s eyes momentarily flicker across your bare breasts below, attention somewhat occupied before he finally meets your eyes. You hold onto the visual contact as he feeds his cock into you — each of you watching the lusty expressions form within each other. 

Though neither of you can last long –one and a half thrusts exactly– before he’s spilling into your jittering cunt. Your climaxes following within seconds of each other. 

All strength in his neck is lost and he presses his forehead against yours, each of you using the pause to even out your breathing. His cock comfortably rests inside you, the only form of communication between you being that of looks — wordlessly conversing through your eyes. Silently telling the other that the small dose was not enough to thoroughly satiate the need. 

Luckily, both of your schedules are free for the day.

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[midnite-c6]

imagine being the more timid type player who would rather stay by themselves unless it’s a team game and Thanos and Namgyu instantly taking notice in you.

in the six legged pentathlon, you are immediately on their team you don’t even get a choice, they would make sure you are right in between them during that game

thanos & nam-gyu imagine!!

vro they would be so INSUFFERABLE

u being in the middle so theyre all up in u when its ur turn to play

zorry guys but i believe theyre so touchy for u I SWEAR

"baby, , you did so good on our team.. don't be shy, wanna come with us?" thanos says in the dark, during lights out, placing his big tatooed hand against yours, lightly tugging on them. "me and my bro here just wants to reward you, yeah?" nam-gyu says, you could still see the white of his eyes, or his sly grin that was showing his teeth in the dark. you're nervous af because you know these two dudes were the first ones to start conflict in the dorms anyway

"come on you seem so quiet," nam-gyu mocks as he touches your cheek. you can't help but let them since you're too scared to defend yourself. "dude, it's always the quiet ones who are the freakiest" thanos whispers into nam-gyu's ear, they both chuckle. "let's test it out, man!"

😛 nsfw warning!->

thanos sloppily thrusts in and out of your crying cunt. your pussy coated in your cum, mixed together with thanos' and nam-gyu's. "fuck, señorita." he mumbled as he peppered your face with kisses, nam-gyu's middle and pointer finger flicking your clit, his other hand sliding in and out of his dick. "come on, it's your turn, dude!" thanos slides out from your cunt, nam-gyu slides inside with a grunt, your cheeks were tear-stained and you can't help but moan despite the situation. "this whore's cunt is crazy wet, you're enjoying it just as much huh?" nam-gyu chuckled, you whine as a response, the man inside you grunted as he fully slid in, balls deep. "fuck bro, this bitch is just as good as getting high." thanos chuckled at his comment, "just as good? she's better ma' boy!" the purple-haired addict exclaims, his hand wrapping your chin, forcing your mouth, that was screaming in pleasure and pain, open. "jeez, you're so loud now, what happened to that shy girl just a few minutes ago?" well... you couldn't help it, and it wasn't like you could say no anyway, afterall, who knows what would happen if you denied their requests. your life's probably on the line.