#Multi-May

[bisexual-horror-fan]

saw ur multi may request post and just HAD to request this. Poly Billy x Stu with a breeding kink? Preferably fem or gn reader. I've been itching to read some new Poly Ghostface fics

Ay! Great, great, request! I don’t write breeding kink often, but it is a really fun one to do, and I took this one a bit of a darker route, hope everyone loves this one, second entry into Multi-May, and it was a really fun one to do. I am still accepting requests for Multi-May btw, so anyone who wants to get theirs in, please do! Your fic might be the next one I write!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.3K. Poly!Ghostface, Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM!Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: DARK FIC. Dub-Con. Tampering With Birth Control. Breeding Kink. Creampie. Rough Sex. Threesome. Vaginal Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Sloppy Seconds. Messy Sex. Cum Play. Dirty Talk. Banter. Begging. Multiple Orgasms. Overstimulation. 

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Over And Over.

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You love them coming inside. 

The biological drive behind it all cannot be understated, thousands of years of hard-wired feelings to want, to crave, to need a thick cock cumming inside your wet and willing cunt. Sure, a facial or a shot in the mouth still has some appeal, but nothing compares to getting it right where nature tells you it should go.  

They have a deep desire that matches yours to receive perfectly, they want to give, they want to provide and fill you up over and over, with the idea that it will, hopefully, eventually take root and then the evidence will be undeniable by you becoming pregnant. At least that is what the dirty talk and idea behind the kink implies, actually getting you knocked up isn’t the ultimate goal, the real reason is simply a shared love of it and finding it hot as fuck, using it as a vehicle to wring as much pleasure as possible from the act.

At least that is what you thought. 

They have a different view of it, what you said was in part true, sure it felt good and made the sex better, but the pair had decided a long time ago that they wanted you forever, didn’t want you going anywhere. What better way to tie themselves to you permanently than to get you pregnant? They are positive, if it takes, that you’ll keep it and by extension, them. So they do some work on their end to ensure it, you don’t exactly hide your birth control, tampering with it is laughably easy, then the fun part, fucking you over and over while what is in your system runs its course until the inevitable happens, they aren’t in a rush. 

Naturally some further precautions are taken, and you go along with your hips being propped up to help the large amounts of cum pool against your cervix, with them fingering the mess back into your loosened hole. The times you can’t rest are when the plug comes out, a thick and wide thing to keep the cum in and prevent it from spilling into your underwear, it can’t keep it all locked in but holds the majority, when the toy comes out the rush of slickness that follows is immense. 

Again for you, the thought of questioning any of this never occurs because you are confident you are safe, you think it is just to elevate the kink and scenes, all the while you are blissfully ignorant to them fucking with your pills, unaware that with their intervention it is taking your normal 99% protection with perfect use down several notches every single day. 

Most people don’t know what days will change their lives forever, going through it normally, only upon reflection can they point and say, “There, that’s when it happened.” This is one of those days you will think back on and see the whole picture. 

Tonight is for the three of you, this week has been busy, trying to get your schedules to line up has been tricky, but it’s your collective Friday, a few days off, so this is extremely needed. 

You are pinned down on the couch by Stu is sitting over your head, his hands on your shoulders, your own hands circling his wrists, grip tight, nails biting into skin, as he watches with rapt interest.

Billy has his hands tucked right behind your knees, forcing them to your chest, folding you effectively in half while he fucks into you deeply, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs, before pulling out nearly completely before diving in again. You cannot help the sounds that slip out, pathetic moans and gasps are torn from your mouth with every loud smack ringing out with your body and his meeting. 

You can tell that Billy is getting close, the sweat on his brow as his grip under your knees tightens, the rhythm he had set earlier getting uneven, the pace getting faster while curses stain his tongue. Stu notices, he is talking him through it, “Fuck, come on, do it man, pour it in her, nice and deep.”

“God yes, gonna-” He doesn’t get the full words out before his sentence breaks off with a groan, and he does just that, his hips flush with your body, buried completely inside as he unloads. You feel the pulses, accompanied by that delicious warmth spreading, your breathing as laboured as you lay there, waiting for Billy to collect himself enough to pull out and for Stu’s inevitable turn. Billy leans down, more of his weight pressed to you, a soft kiss to your lips that you return momentarily before he pulls back, his hands release you and your knees go slack, no longer held tight to your chest. You watch as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and Stu asks, “Good one?” 

He hums in the affirmative, and holds his hand out, a gesture as he points, “Pillow.” 

Stu lifts his hands from your shoulders, and you stop gripping his wrists, he turns and picks up the pillow and passes it over. You are adjusted, and you know what they want, your arm hooks under your own knees, the pillow is slid underneath so it keeps your hips in their current upward position, as opposed to Billy doing it, allowing him to move freely. He gets up and asks casually, “Water?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” Stu comes over to sit in the space where Billy had just left, you call, “Yes please.” 

Stu licks his fingers before his hand falls between your thighs, he says simply, “Keep holding those legs up.” 

You nod once and inhale sharply when his fingers get to work, slipping over your clit, your head falls back against the couch cushion. If one cums in you, the other usually gets you off before fucking you to add to the mess, the idea is that it increases the chances of getting pregnant, you don’t know how true that is, but you aren’t going to complain about enthusiasm for your enjoyment. 

You are already very warmed up, so Stu’s touch isn’t gentle nor rough, just firm, consistent pressure, exactly where you need it, tight circles drawn that draws a nearly dreamy moan from you. Billy comes back promptly, water bottle in hand, he holds it out and Stu takes it, he drinks deeply, his hand between your legs not stopping. 

Billy’s eyes are on your form, how you twitch and tense, sigh in pleasure, he poses a question, “How’s she doing?” 

Pulling the bottle away and handing it back, Stu responds, “Good, she’s kept all the mess inside, so far anyway.” 

You cut in as you breathlessly say, “You could always ask me yourself, I’m right here.” 

“I could, true.” He kneels on the floor next to you, his gaze locked on your face as he asks, “So how are you doing?” 

You open your mouth to respond and Stu, in that way only he can, presses down harder and speeds his fingers up, causing the words to die on your tongue, replaced with a choked moan instead. Billy smirks and raises his eyebrows, responding as if you actually spoke a coherent sentence, “Really? You don’t say.” 

Stu is snickering, and you try to bite out, but with how out of breath you sound, on top of it being cracked around the edges with your moans, it falls flat, “Fuh-fuck yo-you.” 

“Hurry up and cum so I can.” Stu teases, and you can feel it building already, you’d gotten halfway there when Billy was fucking you, getting back to the edge is not a challenge. “Gimmie ahh, minute-” You moan and Billy reminds, “Tall ask. You know how impatient Stu can be.” 

You are in fact well acquainted with how impatient Stu can be, you doubt you could ever forget it, even still, you don’t leave him waiting long. It is one of those orgasms that creeps up on you, the build starts slow and seemingly gets faster, like a train picking up speed, until the moment turn from, “I think I’m getting close.” to, “I’m on the edge!” and finally, thrown suddenly clear off and into, “I’m cumming-”

He works you through the bliss until it bleeds into painful overstimulation, leading to you batting at his hand, begging, “St-stop it.” 

“Alright, alright.” He lifts his hands away, and you exhale at the relief you feel. You are offered the water, you lift yourself only slightly and drink your fill, soon as you have swallowed the last mouthful Stu is getting ready to fuck you. There is no position change, the name of the game is keeping all the cum inside, and thus far you haven’t spilled a drop, if never stays that way. 

It isn’t like Stu always has to go second, but he seems to prefer it, the extra messy nature of sloppy seconds appeals to him, seems to make him fuck you harder. He has his hands pressed to the backs of your thighs, his thumbs spread your slick lips open and he presses the hot and flushed tip of his dick to your hole. 

“Been dreamin’ of this-” He presses his hips and begins to slide inside, a weak groan breaks off when his head is enveloped by you, “-haven’t cum all week, been saving it for you.” 

God, you know that isn’t a small feat, even during a busy week Stu always finds time to take care of himself, holding back so he can really fill you, it serves the exact purpose he wants, it makes a fresh wash of arousal soak your brain. He doesn’t stop his forward momentum until he is totally inside, once he is, a shared moan spills forth. 

He lingers for a moment, Billy still on his knees has his eyes on the point you are both locked together, he doesn’t look away when Stu starts to move. He fucks in and out at an easy pace, halfway out and then back in, grinding down on that perfect spot on every thrust in, making your cunt ripple in response. Billy can’t stay out of it, the same way Stu never can, he leans down and kisses you, a filthy moan into his mouth from how it immediately lights up your nervous system. Getting kissed while getting fucked is one of the best feelings possible, you cannot get enough of it. 

It is never stays easy, it turns rough quickly, and you take it gratefully, the kiss breaks, head falling back to the couch again as the pace is increased. You are thankful the walls of your place are thick because you are not quiet, moaning, crying out, panting and the sound of skin on skin, and soon, Billy talking. 

Speaking up, he says to Stu, “I think this’ll be the one man.” 

A deep groan in response, “You think?” 

“Oh yeah, no doubt, it has to be. She’s going to get pregnant this time for sure.” Fingers push some of your sweaty hair back off your forehead, and he prompts you, “You want it, right?”

With a shaky nod, your tongue flicks over your dry lips, uttering over the sound of sex, “Yeah, yeah, I do-”

“Say it then.” He urges, and you do, with a small shiver you indulge in your shared kink, playing into it, “I want it, I want it so much.” 

“Not to me, to him, beg him for it.” Billy directs, and you look up at Stu, you can see how much he is becoming effected too, keep in mind he hasn’t cum in over a week, he won’t be lasting much longer, “Fu-fuck, Stu, please, cum in me. I-I want it bad, M’ dyin’ without it.” 

It is more than working for both of you, feeling that familiar curling pleasure deep, the throbbing of your straining clit, the tenseness of your body over all as he slams in harder, “C’mon please, please, get me pregnant-”

It is as if those last three words moaned longingly yanks Stu to the edge, sudden and unexpected as he breathes out, “Shit-” His hips stutter to a harsh stop as he starts to cum and that is when you start to really overflow, with how rough he is, how wet you are and the both of their more than ample loads it is bound to happen. As soon as he is collected enough he pulls out and still panting he starts to finger the mess back into you, Billy reaches out to help, he can tell how close you were and how Stu came before you could again, his fingers rub your clit to help get you there. 

You always cum so quickly at this point, two thick fingers pushing the slippery cum back inside and pressing against that sweet spot every single time they enter you and the perfect friction and stimulation on the outside does you in rapidly. Body shuddering and sweat slick as you are gripped by the peak of your orgasm, it is drawn out until you are thoroughly spent and exhausted. Soon the hands lift one last time, leaving your swollen and stuffed cunt alone, and you are glad for the hard-earned break. Your arm released from behind your knees, you are so comfortable you could fall asleep right here, and you just might. You can hear the boys talking about what a good time that was and about you getting knocked up and you, all happy and sleepy are, of course, agreeing with a light laugh, “Yeah, I sure hope it happens this time.” 

Again, it’s fun! This is all in the name of insane orgasms and engaging in kink, you play along happily. 

Until the test comes back positive a few weeks later, and you are able to trace it back to this night. 

[disastersareajoy]

Unconditionally

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

~ 10k words

Tags: established relationship, discussion of murder, explicit smut, threesome, being restrained, orgasm delay, knife play (aka That’s Not How You Use A Knife), teasing, cunnilingus, biting, squirting, blowjob, hair pulling, nipple play, fucked from behind, cowgirl, creampies, dacryphilia, intimate, wet and messy, mention of bruises, aftercare, sweetness

Another year, another Multi-May! Hosted by the wonderful @bisexual-horror-fan, Multi-May is all about Poly ships and showing them endless love, and I am so so happy to be able to participate again this year! The draft of this fic has been collecting dust in my docs for ages now and I just couldn’t get it right. But with Multi-May comes new inspiration that allowed me to finally flesh it out properly and finish it in a way I’m actually very proud of

I hope you all enjoy the roughly 9k of pure filth, especially you Bex!!

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Things with Billy and Stu had been going great. While the beginning of your relationship had taken time and a lot of conversations, you having to learn to trust that these two people that had loved each other for so long were more than willing and enthusiastic to include you in their relationship, and love you just as much, once the three of you finally figured it out it was heaven. 

There wasn't a single moment since you had officially become a part of them, that you didn't feel utterly loved and appreciated. And you were more than happy and eager to give that love back to the two of them in a beautiful give and take.

That wasn't even including the sex. 

Both Billy and Stu had been clear from the beginning that they desired you in equal measure, and the first time you three fell into bed together that became more than obvious. 

They teased and spoiled in perfect tandem, knowing exactly when to give and when to take— When to be gentle and when to be rough. You could easily see how well they knew each other and each other's bodies by how effortlessly they worked together to ruin you. 

It was perfect, and you were sure there was nothing that could rock your relationship.

Then one day you were watching the news and heard of a murder nearby, a young man taken out in his prime. You still remember how Stu scoffed when the newscaster called his death a “tragic thing that was rattling the community.” Billy had stared at him in warning and that was that. 

It made you curious, and when you checked your memory for the night it happened you realized that both Billy and Stu had come home to you only late at night, smelling freshly showered even though you hadn't heard them take one. 

So you paid more attention. It made you feel crazy but after a while you were convinced it was them. They were doing these things together and coming home to you where they were the perfect boyfriends – attentive, patient and so loving. 

You wrestled with yourself for weeks, debated turning them in, sitting in the living room of your apartment the day after they were out late again, and waiting for news of another victim to come in. When it did you stared at your TV in quiet contemplation, a quiet voice telling you to run, an even quieter one telling you to stay anyways. 

Then one night you were laying awake hours after Billy and Stu had said they'd be home, waiting in bed unable to sleep. When you heard the front door open you tensed for a small second before you heard the quiet voices of your boyfriends. 

With slow and soft steps you heard them sneak into the bedroom and did your best to pretend you were sleeping, slowing your breathing and relaxing your muscles as your eyes slid closed.

You could feel your heart hammer in your chest when you felt someone's warm breath on your face before soft lips pressed against your temple. A short moment later another kiss followed, different lips pressing against your forehead. 

“We love you, doll.” 

They silently snuck back out of the room and you heard the shower turn on a couple minutes later, your eyes open again and staring at the closed bedroom door. 

Who were you kidding? 

You'd never turn them in. You'd never run and leave them behind. You loved them and there wasn't a single cell in your body that doubted that they loved you equally. 

So the next time the news talked about another victim, you changed the channel. When they announced a witness saw a masked person run from the scene of the next murder, you pressed kisses to each of their temples and whispered that you loved them. 

Weeks after your realization, and silent vow to keep their secret, they suggested something new. A surprise. 

Stu smirked at you wide and feral, a rope stretched between his hands as Billy was busy softly explaining that it's fine if you don't want to try it, completely unaware of the swirling of pleasure in your stomach at the sight of the rope. So naturally, you agreed with more than enthusiastic consent. 

There had been a quick, fleeting thought in your head when you looked at the rope. 

Would they hurt you?

You dismissed that thought as soon as it had arrived. They wouldn’t ever hurt you, it was evident in every silent and loud love confession they gave you every single day. 

That's how you ended up here. Laying on the bed with your arms stretched up above you, your hands each tied to one bedpost. Your legs were not tied up after much discussion with Stu and Billy, them wanting to make sure you don't get overwhelmed. 

There were butterflies of anticipation in your stomach and you took deep breaths to prepare yourself. 

"You're sure?” 

You looked up at Stu who was sitting on the bed next to you and smiled reassuringly at him. "More than sure. But kiss me first?” 

Now it was his turn to smile at you before he leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft against yours and slow moving. 

When you separated Stu got up off the bed and disappeared out of the bedroom door. Before you could question it, Billy appeared in your field of vision, kneeling on the bed where Stu previously sat, and also pressed a kiss to your lips. 

The kiss started slow and soft but quickly deepened and carried all the anticipation sparking between you, the desperate need in you clear to Billy through how you were pushing up from the sheets when he pulled away. 

He chuckled as he looked down at you, “Well, you seem eager today.” 

“I am,” you whined out and Billy leaned down to press another kiss to your lips which he pulled away from quickly. 

“Good.” His voice dipped low and made you shiver as his eyes raked over your form. Your arms stretched apart above you, your legs tangled with how you were grinding your thighs together for a soft relief from the constant anticipating arousal pooling low in your stomach. 

Billy’s eyes lingered between your legs on the way up your body, soft black lace decorated your skin and obscured the view of where you were soaking the fabric. He lifted a hand and softly trailed it up your legs and squeezed your thighs before slipping between them, his hand laid flat over your clothed cunt.

You whined and pushed your hips against his hand, the soft pressure finally giving you a taste of what you truly wanted. Billy didn't give you any more than that pressure though, keeping his hand still and simply present. 

He let his gaze wander up to your chest which was also adorned in matching black lace. Billy smirked when he noticed your hard nipples poking through the lace, “Very eager.” 

With a groan you pushed yourself further into his hand, desperate for more.

“Please, Billy,” you could barely look at him when you said it, but his smile was so wide that when you did look, you didn't want to look away again. 

He hummed in thought, “Not going to wait for Stu? Want me to take care of you already?” 

You wanted to say yes. You wanted him to touch you properly, get through the inevitable teasing, and get the pleasure that you craved so deeply. But you also wanted Stu here more than anything. 

You wanted them both.

The internal battle in you of how to reply was clear to Billy by how your eyes snapped over to the bedroom door that Stu had disappeared out of earlier, and how your eyebrows drew together.

"Can't decide?” He teased and you nodded, still slowly trying to grind yourself into his hand. 

Then there was a knock on the bedroom door and Billy’s smirk widened. “You won't have to choose, doll, don't worry.”

He leaned in close and kissed your cheek, “You'll get us both, like always.” 

Billy got up off the bed and pulled his hand away from between your legs which in turn pulled a long whine from between your lips. 

“Do you remember about a week ago when Stu and I had those errands to run in the evening?” 

Your mind scratched to a halt. You did remember. It was another night they came home way later than they said they would. The next morning, as expected, there was a dead body found. 

Why was he bringing this up now? 

“Doll, do you remember?” Billy insisted and looked at you expectedly. 

You tried swallowing the tension and answering him but your words got stuck in your throat, so you just nodded. 

“You were already asleep when we got home and of course, we didn't want to wake you, so I thought we'd do the laundry in the morning.” He bent down and picked something up off the ground before holding it up. Suddenly you knew exactly where this was going, but part of you couldn't quite believe it. 

“Imagine our surprise when the laundry was already done when we woke up. And then I find this,” he said and twisted the shirt in his hands to show a small collection of embroidered hearts on the right sleeve. 

You looked at him with wide eyes and tried to seem as surprised as possible. It was obvious that it wasn't going to work, but you were determined to try anyway.

“These weren't here before. Did you think I wouldn't notice?” 

Billy's eyes were stuck on you, keeping eye contact while he waited for a response. 

“Maybe,” you said quietly after finally finding your voice again. 

He barked a laugh at your reply as he took a step towards you with the shirt still in hand. Your eyes flicked down to the hearts, remembering how you had found the shirt in the laundry in the morning and saw the cluster of bright red drops on the sleeve. 

After a minute of staring at them like that would suddenly make them disappear, and make you able to pretend you had never seen them, you knew you had a decision to make. 

Not turning your boyfriends into the police for being serial killers when you have nothing but a hunch is one thing. Not turning them in when you have a shirt that would most likely tie them to the most recent murder was another thing. 

Your compliance would be real. Far more real than before, when you could simply pretend you were just paranoid and overthinking random coincidences. It would technically make you an accessory. 

When you were finally able to move again you went and grabbed the lemon juice, then vinegar, then made a load of laundry. Once it was done you could still see a hint of the stains which you know in hindsight was simply paranoia. 

Either way, you grabbed a needle and thread and got to work making small hearts.

Part of you knew Billy was bound to notice, how could he not? The hearts are inconspicuous enough in size but the deep red of the thread was sure to catch someone's eye. But you had to do it. You told yourself it was the first solution you could think of even though you knew a store in town carries fabric dye dark enough to cover any leftover stain.

Maybe it was your subconscious way of subtly letting them know that you knew. And that you still loved them more than anything. A silent confession of devotion. 

Now, with Billy standing by the side of the bed still holding up the shirt, looking at you with amusement, disbelief, and something that looked an awful lot like fondness, you couldn't help but think that it had been the right choice. 

Billy looked down at you, his grin softening into a smile, and put his hand on your thigh. The arousal that had slipped to the back of your mind and softened a bit at being caught returned in full force with his touch, your legs parting slightly on instinct. 

“Why the hearts?” He asked it so softly you almost didn't recognize the weight of the question.

He wanted you to say it. He wanted you to admit that you knew what they did and you didn't care. 

You thought about this moment a lot. When they confronted you with what they did and demanded a reaction. In your mind, it would be tense and awkward, even a little intimidating. But now, one of your boyfriends softly rubbing his thumb over your bare thigh, looking at you with so much love and devotion in his eyes— it wasn't at all what you had expected. 

You thought it would be hard to answer, hard to admit the truth, but all you felt was sure. 

Right as you opened your mouth to reply, Billy interrupted you, “Stu, come on in.” 

Somehow you had forgotten about that knock on the door right before Billy revealed the shirt. 

Before you could feel bad about it the door opened and Stu stepped in, his footsteps heavy on the floor and revealing that he had changed his clothes. The earlier relaxed shirt and pants exchanged for just one black robe that made you question if he was even wearing anything underneath it anymore. 

“Now,” Billy continued and smirked in Stu’s direction, “Why the hearts, doll?” 

This time you didn't hesitate for even a second. 

“Because I love you.” 

You surprised yourself with how steady and sure you sounded, no room for debate in your statement. 

Stu stepped closer and placed a hand on your other thigh. You realized he was wearing gloves and looked down at his hand for a split second before snapping your eyes up at him. 

“I love you.” 

You could feel Billy squeeze the soft flesh of your thigh in answer at the same time as Stu slowly slid his hand up your thigh and between them, then slowly down again. He repeated that same path steadily and just as teasingly everytime. 

“You don't care what we did? Or do?” Stu questioned and looked at you with wide eyes, confident but with a hint of awe.

“I care that you're safe,” you started, “And that you're here. I care that you love me.” 

You felt the bed dip slightly as Billy sat on the edge and leaned over you to press a painfully soft kiss to your forehead. “And we do, doll.” 

With a soft sigh, you melted into the sheets, your legs softly parting further which didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriends. 

“Do you still want this?” 

Do you still want us?

Stu’s hand stopped at the top of your thigh where he squeezed it and you immediately missed the continued slide of his hand along your skin, but simultaneously wanted him to keep squeezing and grabbing and taking. 

You let out a soft whine and lifted your hips into their touch before letting your legs fall open, “More than anything.”

Stu groaned next to you and rested one knee on the bed and before you could properly look his way he had already grabbed your jaw, turned your face towards his, and kissed you with desperate passion. 

The kiss was all tongue and teeth, Stu biting your lip and your teeth knocking into each other as he desperately clung to you. His hand slipped from squeezing your thighs to the fabric between them, you keened at the soft pressure on your cunt and pushed your hips into the touch. 

As you started grinding against his gloved hand, the sleeve of Stu’s robe brushed against your legs and made you squirm. 

You pulled away from the kiss with hesitation and looked down Stu’s arm, and finally really looked at what he was wearing. 

“Stu,” you tried holding in a laugh but were succeeding only slightly as you continued, “What the fuck are you wearing?” 

Billy barked a surprised laugh and Stu looked at you with equal surprise, his brows furrowed in slight confusion before he looked down at himself and back up at you. 

There was amusement in his eyes but he still sported that smirk that seemed permanently glued to his face. 

When you turned your head and looked at Billy he was grinning at you too and you suddenly felt like there was something very significant you were missing. 

“What?” you questioned softly. 

“D’you want to tell her what you're wearing, Stu or should I?” 

“I would be happy to,” Stu purred and settled further onto the bed as his hand still firmly pressed to your core started a slow rhythm of pressure and movement. 

You whined between clenched teeth as you desperately tried to keep your composure. 

“What I'm wearing, angel, is what we always wear — during.” 

Oh.

The information took a couple seconds to fully register in your mind but when it did your eyes widened and you stared at Stu, then your gaze wandered down his neck and over the curve of his shoulder, along his arm and to his chest. 

The black fabric of the robe pooled at his hips with how his legs were angled and you imagined what it would look like when he moved. What it would look like when he was walking, running, lifting his arms, swinging around where he stood. 

You noticed the hood that was lying over his shoulder on his back and wondered how it would frame his face. 

“Is your face free when— you know?” You couldn't quite bring yourself to finish the sentence but your meaning was clear. 

Stu's grin widened and he jumped off the bed with a little too much excitement. 

“Oh now you've asked the right question,” Billy murmured and reminded you that his hand was still on your leg as he gently slid it up to play with the edge of your panties. 

Stu was rummaging through the closet for a few seconds before making a noise of triumph and standing up straight again. He didn't immediately turn around, instead he pulled something over his head and lifted the hood as well. 

There was an odd mixture of anticipation and nervousness swirling in your stomach that Billy was immediately calming when his hand drifted to rub over your clothed cunt. 

You let out a deep sigh and felt your eyes almost drift closed when Stu finally turned around and you were confronted with the mask. A white face that was permanently locked in a scream, dark hollow eyes staring at you. 

You remembered the news mentioning a witness that had seen a masked individual running from the house of one victim, and for a moment you knew what the people confronted with this view usually felt— fear. Deep seated fear. 

But you knew who was behind the mask. You loved who was behind the mask. And when Stu cocked his head to the side slowly your breath stuck in your throat, and you swallowed thickly. 

Good lord, that really shouldn't be hot. 

After a few seconds of staring you heard Billy snort a laugh and could barely peel your eyes off of Stu long enough to look at him quizzically. 

“Your hips got a mind of their own, do they?” He pointedly looked down at where his hand was still slowly rubbing against you, and when you followed his gaze you realized you were grinding your hips in time with his rhythm. 

You expected to feel ashamed at how much seeing your boyfriend in his murder outfit turned you on but you didn't. All you wanted was more of them. 

Billy pulled his hand away from you and your instinct was to grab his arm and get him to keep touching you but instead, you felt a pull at your wrist and remembered that your arms were still tied up stretched above your head. 

The bed dipped once more as Stu climbed on top of it and right between your legs. He grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs apart without any resistance from you before moving his hands up your calves and thighs until he reached your underwear. 

“Damn you look good in these,” Stu mumbled under the mask and you felt your face get warm. 

“Should take them off, get a better view,” you said, which elicited a chuckle from both your boyfriends. 

“That would be a mighty shame, doll.” 

Billy put his hand on your stomach and stroked your skin with his thumb at the same time as Stu slowly dipped his gloved thumbs beneath the lace around your hips.

Your hips rose into Stu’s touch no matter how small it was, as you pulled on the restraints around your wrists and whined wordlessly for more. More more more, please—

“Need something?” Billy asked, amusement clear in his voice. It was hard to hold back a groan but you knew that wasn't going to help your situation one bit. 

So you gathered all the focus you could and looked at Billy with lidded eyes. “I need more, please.” 

“I'm not the one you have to ask, gorgeous.”

You groaned long and low and lifted your head to look at Stu between your legs who was still steadily caressing the skin on your hips right below the lace. 

“Stu—,” you bit back a whine, not wanting to seem too desperate even though you were. “Please, I need more.” 

Whatever reaction Stu had was hidden from you behind the mask and the short silence made you squirm and pull on your restraints again. 

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.”

Stu lowered himself to the bed and between your thighs, pulling his thumbs out from under your underwear and sliding up your stomach before lowering to your legs. He spread you apart further, making space for himself right where he loved to be. 

You expected him to pull your underwear off next but instead, Stu rubbed his fingers over the fabric and nudged your pulsing clit over and over again. It was just enough stimulation to make your head fall back and to make you moan in relief, but not quite enough to be what you craved. 

Both Billy and Stu were more than aware of that fact and waited in the silence that was only filled by your heady whines as you squirmed and started grinding your hips into Stu’s fingers. 

“For fuck’s sake, please.”

Stu chuckled lowly under the mask and finally moved his touch beneath your panties. He pulled them to the side and hummed appreciatively at the view as he put his hand above your cunt and slowly rubbed his thumb over your clit. 

You sighed in relief and arched your back off the bed, spreading your thighs just a bit more. 

Billy was still softly stroking his hand over your stomach and slowly drifted his touch up to cup your covered chest. 

“As good as you look in this,” Billy said as he stared at your tits hidden beneath the lace, “Can't quite do what I want with it on.” 

Stu hummed in thought as he increased the pressure on your clit. 

“Think it's time for surprise number three?” 

“More like surprise number two,” Billy countered. “She already knew about the first one, didn't she?” 

You whined and nodded vaguely as you pulled on your restraints again, wrapping your hands around the rope to have something to hold onto. 

The ever building need from being teased distracted you enough to not question what your boyfriends were talking about until you felt Billy dip his hand under one of the pillows. 

When you looked at him again he was pulling something out from underneath— a knife. 

You gulped slightly at the sight of it and took in the details. The blade was long enough to cause some significant damage, but short enough to be easily hidden. You noticed the curve towards the tip of it and the sharp point at the end. 

The handle was black and your eyes stuck to the metal cap at the end, a small bump reflecting the light into your eyes. 

“What—,” your question was cut short when you felt something very familiar and looked down to see Stu’s mask sitting crooked on his head and pushed away enough for him to rest the fabric on your lower stomach, his mouth now on your pussy. 

He swirled his tongue through your folds and up to circle your clit before dipping back down to gather the wetness that was steadily dripping out of you. 

You almost let your head fall back onto the pillows again when you saw Billy lift the knife and touch the cold metal down on your chest. The breath stuck in your throat as you watched closely what he would do next. 

“Don't worry, doll. Would never hurt you.” 

Billy settled properly against your side, both of you now looking down your body right at where he was teasingly sliding the tip of the blade over your skin. Lower still was Stu, hungrily lapping at your cunt and humming in pleasure at your taste hidden under the mask. 

The noises pouring out of you were quiet but sounded just as beautiful to both Billy and Stu, the latter of which was losing his mind between your thighs. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, one hand keeping your panties pulled to the side, the other grabbing and squeezing your soft skin. 

Stu was groaning in pleasure as he ran his tongue over your clit again and again, listening for your moans and whines, feeling your thighs tense and relax in rhythm with his strokes. 

He was in heaven. 

Billy wasn't doing any better. His eyes kept switching between staring at Stu between your legs and the knife still slowly brushing over the skin on your stomach. 

Stu and he had many conversations about telling you. Discussing whether or not it was a horrible idea, trying to decide how they would tell you if they did. Neither of them had imagined it would end well so they weren't going to say anything. 

Then that shirt. Those damn hearts, carefully stitched onto the sleeve over pearly white fabric where there used to be stains. 

Their latest victim, Aaron, had been particularly motivated to fight back and ripped a hole into Billy's robe which allowed some splatter to hit the fabric beneath. 

Both of them had been too exhausted to think you might notice the blood when you did laundry, hoping they'd wake up before you and take care of it. 

When Billy noticed the hearts in the morning his own had damn near stopped before doing a little summersault in his chest. He immediately showed Stu and they started planning, full of hope. 

Looking at you now, knowing and still writhing on the sheets, pushing your hips into Stu's mouth and bearing yourself to them open and vulnerable and loving— It was addicting. 

Billy moved his hand not holding the knife to your hair, softly grabbing and lifting your head to make you watch as he slid the blade over your skin and under the lace right between your tits. 

Your eyes were glued to the knife as Billy twisted it and lifted the sharp edge against the lace, cutting it and watching it fall. 

“I really liked that one,” you murmured, which earned you a chuckle from Stu who still had his lips firmly around your clit, the vibrations pulsing through you and making your thighs squeeze around his shoulders as you moaned. 

“Sorry, doll,” Billy said, not sounding sorry at all. 

He slid the blade over your skin again, this time making the lace fall to the side and revealing your chest fully. Your nipples were already hard and Billy groaned appreciatively before surprising you as he let the blade glide over your tits, catching on your nipples and making you gasp. 

You wanted to throw your head back again, wanted to arch your back and moan out your pleasure and need, but Billy still had your hair firmly in his grip and made you watch the blade slide over your breasts and bump your nipples over and over again. 

“Please—,” you were cut off by your own moan as Stu suddenly slid two of his, now ungloved,  fingers inside you, immediately pumping them in and out in a rhythm that made your thighs shake. 

“Please what?” 

Stu’s voice was muffled under the mask and by the fact that he barely pulled away from your cunt to speak. He quickly got back to work and swirled his tongue over your clit, angling his fingers just right on every stroke inside you.

“I— I don't know,” your words trailed off into a moan and you pushed your hips into Stu's touch.

Billy chuckled as he finally let go of your hair and your head fell into the pillows, your back arching off the sheets and your hands pulling on the rope again. 

“She doesn't know,” Billy's voice was laced with amusement. 

“What are we going to do with her, huh Stu?” 

“I have some ideas,” Stu said into your cunt as he pulled his fingers out of you again. 

You whined in frustration and were about to voice your complaints when you felt something nudge against your entrance. 

The desperation to feel something inside you again made you not question how you couldn't feel Billy playing with your nipples anymore, and you spread your legs eagerly.

When something cold was pushed into you slowly your eyes went wide and you whipped your head around to look at Billy, who was already smirking down at you. 

“Yes, doll?” 

“Is that—?” 

Stu chuckled again and lifted one hand to pull the mask off his face completely, revealing his wide grin, your dripping cunt, and the knife. The handle was halfway inside you and Stu pushed it in further, the fingers of the one hand still wearing a glove carefully holding onto the blade. 

You couldn't hold back the moan that burst out of you when you were finally full again, your mind not caring that it was a knife handle currently slowly being fucked into you.

Billy groaned at the sight and your noises before lowering his head and wrapping his lips around your nipples, the warm soft pressure a stark difference to how the blade had felt. 

The noises between your legs were getting louder and filthier with every perfectly angled thrust that Stu delivered, and you were losing your mind more with each one.

Billy still had his mouth attached to one of your nipples and started playing with the other one as well, rolling the hard nub between his fingers and slightly pulling on it now and then. 

The rope around your wrists made noises where it was tied to the bedposts as you continuously pulled on it. 

“Careful, angel,” Stu said, lips dangerously close to your clit again, “Don’t want to hurt yourself with that. ‘Cause the rope sure as hell isn’t going to break”

You whined in response and pulled on it even harder out of spite which resulted in a sharp stinging pain shooting through you from two ends when Billy and Stu both had the same idea— Billy quickly biting your nipple and Stu slapping your thigh hard.  

Your resounding moan echoed through the room as your back arched off the bed. 

Stu groaned at your reaction and adjusted the angle of the knife handle still thrusting into you before promptly wrapping his lips around your swollen clit again. 

Billy gave a quick apologetic lick over your nipple before going back to his previous teasing, sucking and swirling. 

The angle Stu had on the knife handle now made your eyes roll back and your thighs shake, stuck between wanting to close and spread open even more. You couldn’t think straight and felt your orgasm build inside you. The familiar flutter in your stomach followed by a dance of tensing and relaxing muscles, your thighs shaking even more than before and your hand grabbing and pulling the restraints once again. 

To your dismay, Stu had noticed your building orgasm as well and instead of doing what he usually does, everything in his power to get you there, he released your clit from his mouth with an obscene pop and slowed his thrusts to a stop. 

“No, no no, please,” you started whimpering but it was no use, your orgasm had already started to fade as you were left on the edge.

“I’m sorry, angel, I really am,” Stu kissed the inside of your thighs in apology, and to his credit, he truly sounded unhappy with having to stop you from cumming. 

“Just need you to keep holding on for a bit, love,” Billy mumbled before getting right back to work and swirling his tongue over your nipple, pinching the other. You knew they obviously had a plan, and it was sure to end with you blissed out of your mind, but right now you were too shortsighted from the thick and sticky need inside you to care. 

When Stu was sure your almost orgasm had subsided he started moving the knife again, as well as slowly licking over your clit for which he was rewarded with your thighs desperately trying to close around his head. 

Some distant part inside you was screaming to be more careful with a blade so close to your most sensitive areas, not to mention Stu’s face, but you were so far gone that all you wanted was to feel pleasure and to feel as much of it as you possibly could. 

Stu twisted the knife handle again and you suddenly remembered the small bump at the end of the handle as it was steadily rubbing along your walls and right over that sensitive spot. 

You sobbed a moan so loud that both Billy and Stu groaned in response and doubled their efforts, Billy running his teeth over your nipple and Stu now finally speeding up both the knife handle inside you and his tongue on your clit. 

When your orgasm started building again you tried not to let it show in your reactions, but your boyfriends knew you in and out. 

Billy pulled off your nipple suddenly, “Still have to hold it, doll.” He blew cold air on your chest and chuckled as you cursed at him. 

“I’m gonna kill you guys, just—” 

Stu barked a laugh, “Now that’s an idea.” He sucked on your clit harshly and continued torturing you with slow, wide passes of his tongue. 

“How would you do it, angel?”

Billy groaned and started kissing up your chest to your neck, his fingers still pinching and pulling on your nipples. 

You scoured your mind for details of the victims you saw on the news, trying to remember how they usually did the job before you spoke which was proving difficult with your orgasm so close. 

“Stab you,” you panted out before whining at the combined stimulation of the knife handle still being thrust into you hard, Stu’s lips around your clit, and Billy’s teeth running along your throat. 

“Make sure I make you bleed, and—,” you moaned loudly and tried catching your breath while still holding off your orgasm, “And make sure I watch if you don’t let me cum right this second—,” you trailed off into a whine that sounded more like a sob and arched your back desperately. 

You felt more than heard Stu groan against your cunt and get faster and harder, grinding that bump on the handle against your insides so perfectly you could feel tears gather in your eyes, his tongue on your clit doing exactly what you needed. 

“Should use that knife too, doll,” Billy murmured and it was clear which knife he was talking about. “Don’t have to christen a new one first.”

With that, Billy started biting your neck more, sure to be leaving marks and bruises in his wake. When your mind finally caught on to what he had said and what it meant, you surprised yourself by promptly falling over the edge of your orgasm. 

Your thighs shook around Stu’s head and your back arched off the bed, your arms straining against the rope keeping them up and out of the way, Billy delivering two quick slaps to your tits as he groaned praises against your neck that you couldn’t hear through the rushing in your ears. 

The orgasm lasted even longer due to both your boyfriends working you through it and not slowing down, keeping the rolling pleasure in your lower stomach going and stoking the fire coursing through your veins. 

Soon enough you felt it again, that building in your stomach, though this time it came faster and was impossible to stop. 

The tears in your eyes finally fell as you were plunged headfirst into another orgasm, sobbing your pleasure out into the room. Then you felt something else too, a wetness between your thighs where your orgasm was gushing out of you and splashing into the face of one very happy Stu Macher. The man in question was still thrusting the knife handle into your cunt but had detached from your clit just enough to speak, his thumb now frantically rubbing over your clit to keep stoking your orgasm. 

“That’s it, there you fucking go,” Stu said with his eyes still glued to your cunt. 

“That’s our girl,” Billy murmured close to your ear, still kissing and licking over your neck and the bruises he had left there. 

Once the splashes between your thighs slowed and your pussy felt properly overstimulated, you whined for Stu to slow down. Though your words were slurred Stu followed directions carefully and slowed his thrusts to a stop, giving one last slow and heavy lap over your cunt with his tongue. 

Billy pulled away from your neck as you were quietly sniffling and breathing heavily in his grasp. Stu lifted off the bed and slowly pulled the knife handle out from your puffy and used pussy. 

He grinned at you happily, his face covered and dripping with evidence of your orgasms, as he lifted the knife, held it so you could see, and swiped his other hand over the blade. 

The clear liquid he wiped off splashed onto your stomach you heard Billy huff a laugh next to you. The move looked practiced but you didn’t think too hard about it in the moment.

Stu carefully threw the knife behind him where it landed somewhere on the ground before he bit the glove and pulled his hand out, throwing it, as well as the black robe he had still been wearing which he pulled up and off over his head, onto the floor too, and you finally got to admire his naked form. 

Beside you, Billy followed suit and peeled his shirt and boxers off, revealing himself to you fully. 

“You okay?” the question wasn’t unprecedented, you still had tears slowly falling from your eyes as you came down from your orgasms, but instead of words, all you could get out were small giggles. Your thighs fell open completely and your back relaxed as you melted into the sheets. 

“Oh I’m fantastic,” you sighed and stared up and Billy with a wide smile. He looked at you with an equally wide grin full of fondness and when you faced Stu, he sported a similar expression. 

“Now can one of you please undo this damn rope and fuck me already,” you said and pulled on the rope in emphasis. 

You were still enjoying the soft blissful feeling from your orgasms when Billy and Stu stood at the sides of the bed and each untangled the rope from the bedposts. 

With your arms mostly free you stretch out on the bed happily with a dreamy sigh when Stu leaned over you and pressed a kiss to your lips so full of love you whimpered against him. At the same time, you felt Billy grab the lace panties on your hips and pull them off your legs. 

Then you were being moved, your limbs loose and unresisting. They helped roll you onto your front as Stu quickly slid himself beneath your body, your thighs spread over his hips and your face resting on his chest as you breathed him in. You had almost forgotten the cut open lace bra still hanging loosely around your shoulders when Billy grabbed the flimsy fabric from behind you quickly pulled it off your arms.

With whatever strength you had left you lifted yourself up and kissed a path down Stu’s chest to his hips, soft kisses interrupted by wayward bites to his skin. 

Stu groaned and smiled down at you, one arm bent behind his head and the other moving to thread his fingers into your hair, not pulling or moving, just there. 

When you were finally face to face with Stu’s dick you stuck out your tongue to run along the curve of it, making the man hum appreciatively. You repeated the same path a couple more times, swirling your tongue over his leaking tip on each pass until he groaned and closed his fist in your hair. 

He still refrained from moving you but you could tell he was losing his composure fast, so you unceremoniously wrapped your lips around his cock and slowly slid down halfway before pulling back up just as slowly. 

“Taking initiative I see,” Billy chuckled behind you as his hands found your hips, fingertips digging into your soft skin there. You hummed an affirmative which made Stu groan and push your head down further on the next slide down. 

“God, she feels good,” Stu groaned through bitten lips and you felt pride surge deep inside you. 

If there was one thing you loved, it was having your mouth wrapped around your boyfriend’s dicks. Of course, you loved them both fiercely and you loved when they doted on you and spoiled you with pleasure and orgasms, mouth, fingers, and passionate fucking, but there was a certain pride you felt when you had your lips wrapped around them and were able to make them groan and pull on your hair in pleasure. 

So you were having the time of your life, giving Stu a slow and steady blowjob, teasing soft moans out of him, and feeling him tense under your hands on his thigh and hip. 

“Looks like she’s in the mood for some payback after making her wait for her orgasms, Stu,” Billy said amused as if Stu hadn’t caught onto that himself yet with his cock aching to fuck your throat. 

“Even if the wait was worth it and she made a beautiful mess.”

That’s when you felt Billy slowly rubbing the tip of his cock against your cunt, gathering wetness and spreading precum over your folds. You whined around Stu’s length which seemed to be his breaking point. 

He grabbed your hair properly and pushed you down on his dick, knowing you could take it, and reveled in the choked sound you made when he slid into your throat and your lips met the base of him.  

Billy chuckled behind you and rubbed his cock over your sensitive clit, “Looks like Stu’s a lot less patient than you, doll.”

You whined as Stu pulled out of your throat again and arched your back to push your cunt against Billy, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. 

“Hmm, maybe not,” Billy murmured and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into you. 

Your eyes fell closed as you groaned and enjoyed the feeling of Stu sliding over your tongue again and again, happy that your mouth was occupied and you couldn’t unload what would have surely been an unintelligible mess of slurred words.

Billy slowly shifted his hips forward until they connected to your ass, his cock now fully seated inside you. He sighed in satisfaction and squeezed your hips before moving one hand to grab your ass. 

“You know, we thought we’d try fucking you at the same time,” Billy spoke as if he was contemplating something and not making you and Stu both moan with just one sentence. 

“But we didn’t want to overwhelm you,” he finally started moving, slowly pulling out of you before slamming his hips back against your ass. 

“There’s always next time, right?”

With that, the dam broke. Billy fucked into you deep and hard with every thrust, keeping up a rhythm that was making you whine and whimper around Stu’s cock who was equally a mess as you. Stu was still moving your head up and down his length, but his other hand had found its way into the sheets where he was holding on for dear life. 

You weren’t doing much better though, arching your back into Billy and letting out steady moans with every thrust of him, with every drag of his cock inside your sensitive cunt. 

Vaguely you thought about how sore you’d be after all this, but not a single part of you cared— It only made you moan louder and push back into every thrust, excited for every strain you’d feel in your muscles.

Under you, Stu was slowly feeling something build. He knew he shouldn’t, that wasn’t the plan, but your mouth felt too good and your throat was too welcoming and addicting to stop. 

He was sure this was going to be it when Billy reached down to grab his wrist and pull your head off of his dick. Stu groaned even though he was deeply thankful that his boyfriend could read him so well. 

“Not yet, Stu.” 

Billy let go of Stu’s wrist and went back to holding onto your hip with a bruising grip as Stu untangled your hair from his fingers. “Sorry, angel,” he said, “different plan.”

You whined softly but gasped when Billy redoubled his efforts and pounded into you harder than before. The weight behind the thrusts pushed you up the bed and made you collapse on top of Stu, Billy’s cock sliding out of you. 

As soon as the empty sensation had registered in your mind you pulled your knees back under you and lifted your hips, whimpering wordless pleas and clenching around nothing as your cunt dripped wet and needy down your thighs. 

Behind you, Billy groaned at the sight and spread your ass with his hands, squeezing the flesh and dipping his thumbs down to spread your folds for him. 

“God, look at this needy cunt,” you whimpered in response and arched your back lower.

“I’ll give you what you want, doll.”

Billy pushed back inside you without hesitation and immediately resumed his fast and unforgiving pace. 

Through tearstained lashes you stared up at Stu, still lying with your front on his chest and your arms weakly lying at his sides. 

What you hadn’t quite noticed before but were quickly reminded of was that when your boyfriends untied you, they had simply taken the rope off the bedposts, not off your wrists. 

So it came as a small surprise when Billy suddenly grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back where he tied the two ends together and pulled them taut. 

You were once again restrained but this time your hands rested on your lower back where Billy was holding them down and using them as leverage to both arch your back further and to pound into your pussy faster and harder. 

Without Stu’s cock in your mouth to muffle your moans, you were sobbing and babbling out your pleasure, “Fuck, please— please, don’t stop. Want, fuck, more. I— Please—.” 

Billy chuckled at your slurred words, but it was clear he was also affected by the pace he had set and the way you kept clenching down around him. 

Stu was looking down at the both of you, feeling ridiculously fond in a moment like this. He lifted one hand to pet your hair slowly and cooed soft encouragements as he lowered the other to wrap around his own leaking cock. 

Next thing you knew you felt Stu rub his cock against your clit, spreading precum and giving that last bit of stimulation you needed.  

The string in your stomach that had just started to feel distantly present suddenly whipped to the forefront and snapped all in one moment. 

Your third orgasm shot through you with such intensity that your breath caught in your throat,  a bitten off whine being the only warning your boyfriends had. 

Then you were shaking between them, arms limp and still being pushed into your lower back, your thighs threatening to collapse if it hadn’t been for Billy who was frantically thrusting inside you as your pussy squeezed around him in a far too enticing rhythm. 

He groaned when your cunt dripped obscenely between you, splashing his hips on every thrust and making him follow you over the edge. 

With the last powerful thrusts, Billy pounded his orgasm into you, the warm feeling making you whine through the orgasmic haze which was kept going by Stu still rubbing his cockhead over your wet clit. 

Billy groaned through the endless feeling of your pussy milking every last drop out of his cock and pulled you close by your tied hands, wanting to cum as deeply inside you as possible. 

When both you and Billy started to come down from your respective highs, Stu was still panting below you and helplessly holding onto your waist, his cock painfully hard, leaking, covered in your wetness resting against his stomach. 

Billy was the first to find his words again, “I could do that for hours.”

You let out a soft chuckle when Stu piped up, desperation clear in his voice, “You pretty much have, dude. It’s my turn.”

The painfully needy quality of his voice made you giggle but Billy slowly pulling out of your cunt made your giggle turn into a soft whimper. 

The sticky feeling of cum dripping out of you didn’t last long as Billy pushed your hips forward and settled you on Stu’s lap properly, his cock nudging your entrance before you were lowered onto it and slowly spread open again. 

You whined a high and sensitive sound that had both Billy and Stu cooing at you, though Stu sounded quite distracted which you couldn’t blame him for. 

Your own mind was completely zeroed into the feeling of being filled once more, and how Billy’s cum was pooling around the base of Stu’s cock as it was pushed out. 

“This what you were whining for so much, Stu?” Billy asked amused and Stu replied with a long groan as he shifted his hips under you. 

“Always,” Stu mumbled and placed his hands on your hips, keeping you in place and lifted enough for him to start slowly fucking up into your warm cunt. 

“Love this pussy so much,” his voice sounded whinier than usual and slightly strained as he got used to the rhythm he was setting.

The sounds coming from your dripping pussy made your face feel warm and your neck flush as you leaned your head back where it met Billy’s shoulder. 

Billy had settled to kneel behind you, his hands snaking around your waist to pull your back to his chest and help keep you still for Stu. 

He continued whispering and cooing soft praises into your ears.

“There you go, doll.” 

“That’s it.”

“Right there, huh?”

“Taking it so well, doll.” 

His words and the feeling of Stu’s cock had you whining and moaning incoherently, nodding your head without being sure what you were replying to and your thighs shaking underneath you. 

Stu’s thrust became faster as he stood his feet flat on the mattress for leverage, as well as harder as it became clear that he was letting out his frustration from not being able to cum down your throat earlier. 

Your own moans became more desperate and louder still in response.

Billy was looking over your shoulder, your head thrown back over his, and stared at Stu who had his eyes closed and brows furrowed. He knew Stu was trying to make you cum again, desperate to feel you milk him dry as well, but he was so far gone he couldn’t think. 

So Billy took it upon himself to help and slid one of his hands down your stomach to your clit and started rubbing fast circles over the poor swollen and red nub. 

The watery sob that tore out of your throat at the feeling was like music to his ears and he was just as determined to make you cum as Stu was. 

Stu’s eyes had blown open the moment he heard your sobbing moan and felt you clench around his cock, so he could watch as tears rolled down your cheeks and you arched your back into Billy. 

He squeezed your hips harder, sure to add his own bruises right next to the ones already forming that Billy had left you, and used all his willpower to hold back from blowing his load before you, pounding into your cunt over and over again. 

“C’mon, angel, you can do it,” he encouraged you and when you looked down at him and made eye contact with Stu, you came again. 

The orgasm made you sob and your hips twitch on top of Stu, thighs shaking, and your eyes threatened to close which you fought against to keep looking at Stu.

Billy was keeping the same merciless rhythm on your clit with his fingers and even reached with his other hand to roll your nipples between his fingers again.  

Your orgasm became overstimulating fast this time around, and you were almost ready to beg Stu to cum inside you already when you felt another orgasm fast approaching. 

You knew from the familiar pull in your stomach and ache in your cunt what was going to happen again. Finally, you couldn’t hold the instinct back anymore and threw your head back onto Billy’s shoulder as you came on Stu’s cock a second time before the previous orgasm had even properly stopped running through you. 

The unmistakable feeling of wetness splashing onto his lap hit Stu and he was done for, squeezing your hips with a loud whining moan as he pulled you down onto his cock and came inside you, feeling your cunt flutter and clench as you came on top of him. 

He was whining louder the longer you sat surrounding him, cumming and crying your way through it. 

When Billy finally slowed and stopped his fingers rubbing over your clit you relaxed and slumped into him. 

“Fucking gorgeous, both of you,” he said and kissed your shoulder before slowly lowering you down to fully lay on top of Stu who welcomed you with open arms. 

Billy immediately got to work untying your hands and threw the ropes down to the ground somewhere next to everything else that had landed there. He kissed your back softly and leaned over your exhausted form to press a kiss to Stu’s lips before he got off the bed and went to get a warm washcloth. 

You were exhausted, sticky, and the happiest you had ever been with your head buried in Stu’s neck, the man’s arms wrapped around you and pulling you close. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled under your breath and Stu hummed softly as he petted your hair. 

“Thank you, angel.” 

You smiled and buried yourself deeper into Stu’s hold. Before you could question where Billy went, you felt his hands softly wrap around your hips and slowly lift you up and off Stu’s softening cock. 

The rush of your, Billy’s, and Stu’s cum mixed together and dripping out of you made you whine quietly and if there was any strength left inside, you would have slipped your hand down to push the mess back into you. But you were exhausted and didn’t have the energy for more. 

Billy softly cleaned himself, you, and Stu up before laying down next to the two of you and pulling your spent and tired body to rest between them. 

“I really don’t want to change the sheets right now but I need a nap,” you mumbled and earned a chuckle from both your boyfriends who were rubbing their hands over your sore muscles. 

“Then we’ll nap and clean the rest up later. Nothing wrong with a little mess,” Stu chuckled, your own small huffs of laughter joining in as Billy shook his head fondly. 

“You guys are impossible.”

“You love us,” you said with a grin and Billy fell silent. 

“I really do,” he said and lifted your head enough to press his lips against yours in a slow but deep kiss. 

Beside you, Stu squirmed as he watched and waited, pulling your face to his when you and Billy separated. 

“I love you guys too,” he mumbled into your mouth before slipping his tongue in to deepen the kiss. He became a bit too passionate as both you and Billy noticed, “Don’t start something none of us can finish right now, baby.”

Stu whined at Billy’s words and pulled away from your lips to give Billy a kiss too before finally settling back in bed and smiling like the cat that caught the canary. 

The three of you settled in the silence for a while and just enjoyed feeling each other close, the warmth and comfort in the touch. 

Billy was the one to break the momentary silence. 

“Are you sure about this, doll? Now that you know?”

“I’ve been pretty sure for weeks,” you revealed and felt both your boyfriends hold their breath. 

“The shirt was the final confirmation. And I made a choice.” 

You lifted your head to look at the both of them. “I love you. And nothing is going to change that. I couldn’t stop loving you if I tried, which I never will.” 

Stu huffed a laugh, “Good.” 

“I love you. You love me. That’s what I care about.” 

You leaned over Stu to press a kiss to his chest, repeating the same for Billy. 

“I only need you to promise me that you’ll be careful. Don’t want to wake up one morning and see on the news that someone caught the infamous serial killers. Or that—,” you stopped your mind from going that road. Thinking about what you would do if one or both of them were caught or killed was not how you would end this wonderful, and frankly mindblowing experience. 

“We’ll be extra careful, doll, promise.” 

Billy pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled you closer as Stu kissed your shoulder. 

“Yeah, promise.”

You smiled softly at them before letting yourself properly melt into the sheets and their arms. 

“Good. Now can we please nap?”

Both your boyfriends huffed a laugh and made an affirmative noise as they shifted closer to you, wrapping their arms around you and each other. 

There was a lot you still had to talk about, but those conversations could wait.

For now, there were just three people, sweaty and sticky in bed, slowly dozing off to sleep as they held onto each other, all so madly in love with each other they would give the world to stay together. 

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

Consider leaving a comment or reblog along with your like, they're always lovely to see. Eitherway, thank you for reading! <3

[ligercat]

I don't have any fics ready to post yet for multi-may but I sure as hell can drop a gif spam of my OT3 for the first day of it @bisexual-horror-fan

bonus:

[i-hold-horrors-hand]

Multi-May: Unexpected, But Not Unwelcomed

Finally finished this one for @bisexual-horror-fan 's Multi-May. Had this idea, and just couldn't leave it out!

Bo takes his little missus (my OC) out for the night, and ends up having some unexpected fun >;)

(also readable on AO3)

Bo smirked to himself as he watched the steamy sight before him.

His beloved, willingly "captive" wifey was nibbling and squeezing the lovely pert ass cheeks of the crazy hot thing they'd met in the bar just a few hours ago.

Not really how he'd expected this night to go, after finally letting Bonnie talk him to taking her out of Ambrose for the night.

What he had expected was just grabbing something to eat, showing her a few nighttime sights she hadn't seen before, hitting the bar for a bit, then going back home to their secluded little community. Short, sweet, supervised, and giving her no opportunity to run (not that she would, as she'd grown to see him and his family and Ambrose as her true home).

He hadn't expected a wild-looking (and sexy) blonde chick to make bedroom eyes at his girl from across the dim, crowded room. And he definitely hadn't expected her to strike up a conversation with them both. Nor did he expect her to shamelessly hit on Bonnie right in front of him, causing her to blush and trip over her words. And he hadn't expected that this would lead to them all leaving the bar together, watching his girl make out hot-and-heavy with this chick, and then taking it to the bed of his truck, for what little room and privacy it offered.

No, he hadn't expected any of this at all (except for Bonnie's flustered mutual attraction. That was no surprise to him at all), but how could he complain?

Especially once Bonnie peeled the chick's thong down her thighs and began eating her out, like a woman starved.

He rubbed at himself through his jeans, and let out a breath. Fuck, he'd almost forgotten how sexy she looked getting it on with another woman. But seeing them making out just minutes ago, and seeing them now, in the bed of his truck, had quickly kickstarted his memory; reminded him why he did this every once in a blue moon. For Bonnie, sure, but also for himself. Though usually by way of capturing a new toy, not by picking one up mutually in a bar.

The woman—Baby, was it? Baby Firebug or something? He couldn't remember her name and didn't hardly care to in this moment—turned to look at him over her shoulder, wild, blonde, deep waves curtaining her face yet not hiding the gratified expression on it.

"Your girl's pretty good at this," she breathed, flashing him a wicked smile.

Bonnie pulled her face back for a moment to utter a quick "Thanks!", then went right back to licking and sucking at Baby's dripping cunt, earning her a groan.

Bo laughed. "Taught her everything she knows."

He admired the view for another minute or so, them climbed into the truck bed to join them. He tugged Bonnie's shorts and panties down, then undid his belt and fly, pulled his jeans down and rubbed the tip of his hard cock against Bonnie's damp and swollen lips. He enjoyed teasing her for a bit, relishing in her eager whines, then slid himself inside her, burying himself to the hilt. After a few thrusts, he set a rough pace, one that had his hips smacking against Bonnie's beautiful ass while she moaned into Baby's cunt before pulling away for some air; she moaned even louder when he grabbed her pretty brown-blonde hair and pushed her back to do her job, earning a loud moan and gasp from Baby this time.

Watching was fun, but participating was even better. Nothing made him throb like fucking his sexy little thing of a wife while she fucked another chick.

He really needed to do this more often, and do it this way. Picking up hot chicks in bars with his wife was easier and better than the usual way, and yielded much more satisfying results.

And by the way she was now sliding her eager fingers into Baby, he knew that Bonne would agree.

[lethekazhorai]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: アサルトリリィ BOUQUET | Assault Lily Bouquet (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kondo Misaka/Murakami Tokiwa/Kurokawa Nady Hanna/Hasebe Touka, Kondo Misaka/Yamaguchi Chihiro Characters: Kondo Misaka, Murakami Tokiwa, Kurokawa Nady Hanna, Hasebe Touka, Futagawa Fumi, Amatsu Marei Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddling, Lost Love, Polyamory, Trans Side Character, Multi-May, Multi-May 2025 Summary:

Not long after the beginning of the school year, Futagawa Fumi and her sister visit Legion Sanngriðr's meeting room for an interview with Kondo Misaka, the Uncontrollable Lily. They find the Lilies there sharing an affectionate moment. And yet, even when she's surrounded by those who she loves, Misaka can't help but think of the past

[total-killer-brainrot]

Siphon

Johnny immediately stilled, causing Leland’s eyes to shoot open with a loud whine. Trying to voice his displeasure at the lack of movement. Only able to let out garbled pleas. He was so cute when Johnny got him all desperate like this. You didn’t have the opportunity to dwell on it though. A sharp snap from Johnny’s fingers had your body moving before your brain caught up. He had you trained so well.

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Johnny has fun with his little playthings.

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This is written for @bisexual-horror-fan 's Multi May! Very fun very hot and I have one other Multi May idea that i might also write!

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,141. Ship: Johnny Slaughter x Leland Mckinney x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Threesome - F/M/M, Toxic Relationships, Biting, Blood, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Creampie, No Aftercare

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Looking down at your boyfriend you remembered why you fell in love with him. The delicate part of his lips as he moaned. How his hair covered his eyes when he tilted his head just so. The warm grip of his hands as he clasped yours. How did you get so lucky to get a boy as pretty as Leland? 

Since you had both been captured you didn’t often think of how your relationship used to be. You had been happy. It never thought anything had been missing. But now, you couldn’t possibly imagine going back. And despite Leland’s embarrassed denial, you knew he agreed. The two of you had been shown a life you never could have imagined. Yes, it was full of violence and the two of you had the scars, and still open wounds, to prove it. But it was also full of passion and almost unending pleasure.

You traced your fingers over his cheekbone gently. Feeling the light sweat covering his face. He turned his head to press his nose into your thigh. Groaning against your skin. You chuckled gently as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“What’s so funny?” 

You’re head shot up, eyes widening as you met Johnny’s eyes. And for just a moment you forgot all about Leland. You couldn’t help it when Johnny looked so delicious while balls deep inside your boyfriend. The way his muscles tensed with each powerful thrust. He was gorgeous in a totally different way. You realised you were staring at him. He was grinning. Those teeth. You could still feel the sharp sting they would leave on your neck. Thighs. Just about anywhere he could reach. 

“Nothing…” You glanced down at Leland once again, who seemed to be totally out of it, and got an overwhelming rush of fondness and arousal. “I think he’s about to cum.”

Johnny immediately stilled, causing Leland’s eyes to shoot open with a loud whine. Trying to voice his displeasure at the lack of movement. Only able to let out garbled pleas. He was so cute when Johnny got him all desperate like this. You didn’t have the opportunity to dwell on it though. A sharp snap from Johnny’s fingers had your body moving before your brain caught up. He had you trained so well. Gently lifting Leland’s head off your lap and laying it to rest on the pillow below. Moving to Johnny’s side. A pleasant chill running down your spine as he ran his hand up your back to grip your hair. Guiding your head closer into a messy kiss. 

You should have expected the bite. Both you and Leland were covered in messy wounds from Johnny’s wandering mouth. But the pain still made you gasp. And he loved it when he caught you by surprise. Grinning against your lips as his teeth dug down until you tasted coppery blood. A happy grumble rising from the man's chest and making you whimper weakly.

As much as you knew Johnny loved the taste, he seemed to be getting impatient. Shallowly thrusting into Leland once again as he lapped at your split lip. You could sense the forced willpower when he finally pulled away. Lips red with your blood. The sight alone was enough to have you dripping. Along with the show the pair had provided you with you were squeezing your thighs together in search of any friction possible. 

“Desperate?” Johnny cooed. Chuckling when you nodded. “Why don’t we see if his cock still works shall we?” 

He lifted you so easily. One arm around your waist to position you exactly where he wanted, your back to his chest. Guiding Leland’s neglected cock inside you. You were so needy already that it slid in embarrassingly smoothly. Accompanied by yours and Leland’s matching moans. Behind you Johnny laughed. 

“You two are a fuckin’ mess.” He mumbled, wrapping both arms around your waist and holding you close, his shallow thrusts moving you and making you ride the crumbling man below. You felt his teeth once again sink into your skin, this time your shoulder. One of your favourite spots. A long cry of his name sounding from your lips.

Leland’s hips jerked below you. The poor man losing it as he was assaulted by an overwhelming barrage of pleasure. You knew from experience how intense Johnny could be. He could guide the two of you through hell and back and you would both still be on your knees thanking him. 

Blood dripped down your collarbone and you could feel Johnny’s confident thrusts falter. He was also getting close. Though there was no way he would let himself finish first. One hand moving down to your clit as he angled his thrusts to hit deeper. Causing you and Leland to almost scream in unison. It took only moments for Leland to arch his back and cum. Shaking beneath you as his orgasm ripped through him. 

Johnny didn’t stop pounding into him though. And you could see his face twist as overstimulation took over and he tried to squirm away. But with both you and Johnny keeping him in place he just had to take it. You could feel his softening cock twitch inside you right as your own peak hit. Leaning back against your second lover as you rolled your hips, riding out the high. Much to Leland’s displeasure. Though you didn’t even register his whines. Far too focused on Johnny’s fingers skilfully dancing over your clit. 

Once you came down Johnny pushed you forward and Leland’s cock slipped out of you as you laid on top of him. You and your boyfriend panting heavily, jostled by Johnny’s rough fucking as he finally chased his own peak. You almost started to relax, but the bastard wouldn’t let you rest. His fingers scooping up the cum leaking out of your aching cunt and fingering it back into you. An unexpected sob escaped you as you tried to reach down and push him away, but a harsh slap to your hand reminded you of your place and you just took it. 

Glancing up weakly you saw tears rolling down Leland’s face. He was so out of it. Nonsensical pleas filling the air until Johnny finally stilled. All was quiet for a moment, the only noise being all three of your heavy breaths. Once Johnny had calmed himself down he pulled away from you both. A final synced shudder as you and Leland were suddenly empty. Leland’s eyes were closed, desperately needing rest. You turned your head weakly to watch Johnny as he tugged his shirt back on.

“Clean him up.” Was all he said. You felt the urge to reach out for him. Ask him to stay. To take care of you both. But you knew better. He didn’t even look at you as he left.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Curious to see what you come up with!

my husband and I had our first threesome today and the guy died

[swiftrosegarden]

Welcome back home, TS1-6!

[911verse]

Corinne Massiah as May Grant on 9-1-1

[hipsternumbertwo]

You're a Nepo Baby, Angela!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

For multi-may can I get a foursome with poly!ghostface x Ethan Landry x fem!reader with a LOT of gayness pretty plz

Well, this was very fun to do! I hope you like it and that it is gay enough, I really liked this, been working on it for a while, and stoked to finally share it! I had the idea for some free use in this scenario and God it hit hard for me! Another Multi-May fic locked in, let's go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.9K. Poly!Ghostface, Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X Ethan Landry X Fem! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Casual Sex. Friends With Benefits. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Face Sitting. Cum Eating. Snow Balling. Anal Fingering. Anal Sex. Banter. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Free-Use. Threesomes. Foursome. Masturbation. Sex Toys. Hair Pulling. Submissive Ethan. A-Framing. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Voyurism.

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"Used."

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Relationships can be so unnecessarily complicated, that was your feelings anyway, and lucky you found some people who are of the same school of thought. You were a busy person, you were a full-time student, with a part-time job, and sometimes, you just want to have fun and get off, that is all, having a whole complex romantic relationship? Yeesh, yeah, that is not for you at this stage of your life.

 You think it would be supremely unfair, honestly, getting involved with someone and being unable to meet all their needs, you could not be a committed girlfriend, so you made the resolute decision that you would not be. Can’t hurt anyone by being a shit partner if you never become one in the first place. So when you were on the lookout, you tried to find people you could be blunt with, outright saying, “Listen, I want to fuck on the regular, wherever I can fit it into my schedule, without a lot of the feelings attached, a friend with benefits. A person I can call at like eleven PM after a shift, come over, fuck, and have a good time with, that is it.”

A few people were not into that, but a select number you said that to responded to the effect of, “Oh my God yes fucking please, that sounds incredible.” 

Having a pool of partners in this arrangement? It is just smart, it’s like diversifying your portfolio in regard to your finances, not putting all your eggs in one basket is just good sense. What if you only have one fuck buddy, and you are desperately in need to relieve some stress, but your sole sex friend is busy? That would be truly tragic, masturbation doesn’t always work as an adequate substitute. The more options you have, the greater chance of having your schedules lining up and using all this to your complete advantage. 

Let’s have a look at those few people that fit so well with you. 

Stu was the first, you and he shared a class, you were lamenting your current sexless situation, how badly you just wanted to have a friend to fuck on the regular, and he said, “You know, I could be that friend.” 

You thought he was joking at first, because, well, it’s Stu, the guy is joking around constantly, but the idea is one you think you can get behind. He was a very attractive man, he manages to get you to agree in giving him a chance, so you said, “Fuck it, what do I have to lose?” 

Later that afternoon, Stu is looking up at you with those clever blue eyes, lifting his head from between your thighs, lips and chin wet, when you were trying to catch your breath, still shuddering from the orgasm he drew out from his tongue, you conceded, he was serious, and you were in. 

It was great with Stu, you were able to have study sessions that ended with mutual masturbation, or call him up to bang it out and get a slice after, it was light and easy, most importantly though, it was extremely satisfying. You knew damn well that you weren’t the only person who Stu was seeing, he had spilled the beans about his roommate Billy early on, and when gestured between yourself and him as you asked, “And he’s fine with this?” 

Stu laughed, throwing a question of his own your way, “Why wouldn’t he be? S’ not like he’s beggin’ for deeper commitment, and neither am I.” 

Fair enough, it makes sense, if he is down for casual sex with you, that anyone else he is seeing feels the same. 

One day in class, weeks and weeks into seeing each other in this fashion, you and Stu make plans to watch some trashy movie and fuck after your shift from work is done. You go there right after work, and when you do arrive instead of Stu, you find Billy. He tells you something came up unexpectedly and Stu had to take off, he was tasked with passing along your fuck buddies message and his apologies, along with a promise to, “Totally make it up to you next time.” 

Just your luck, you thank him for telling you and are about to leave, go back to your place to eat the take-out you’d already picked up and jerk off until you pass out, when he cuts in. “I feel bad you came all this way, I have nothing going on, so we could hang out, if you want.” 

You did have more food than just you could eat, and you were already here, so you decide why not. 

Billy is good company, you watch some late night TV, you eat, and talk for a couple of hours. You joke that he really salvaged your night and made the trip worth it, the only thing that was missing was you getting off, and then he offered to help with that too. “You mean it?” 

He shrugs and says, “Stu left you hanging, and I already did everything else you two were planning on tonight, what’s an orgasm or two between new friends?” 

He was attractive, unattached, clearly able to handle casual sex based off his set-up with Stu, looking at him splayed on the couch so comfortable, brown eyes and hair, strong looking hands, and well, why not? So you go with it, and you don’t regret it either, he puts those hands to good use, two fingers curled inside just right with his mouth on your neck, and you find bliss in short order. You return the favour and get yours again too, even if the rug burns earned on your knees are kind of uncomfortable, you don’t regret it. You leave on unsteady feet, a smile on your face, and honestly pretty satisfied. It has you thinking that you could use more new friends like Billy.

Stu comes to class again with the same kind of lewd grin you see on his face when you are mid-hookup, he high-fives you and says, “You dirty dog! No one is safe around you, are they?” 

You laugh and defend yourself, hands up, “You bailed on me! What was I supposed to do? Not fuck your roommate when HE offered?”

“Oh right, how stupid of me, you? Going one single night without a cock in your holes? Impossible.” He bites back as he takes the seat beside you, still snickering. 

Of course, he was fine with it, he just liked giving you a hard time, you did the same thing, it was part of your dynamic. The experience brings you closer together and that is not the last time you end up fucking Billy, he becomes a regular fixture and at times, the three of you are around at the same time, and those nights are really special. Getting A-framed? Is there anything better on a Saturday night? You don’t think so. 

The updated dynamic bleeds in even when you are one on one, whoever is paired up has a tendency to dirty talk about the whoever is currently missing. Example, Stu having a hand on your head while you have him caught between your teeth, being a total asshole, talking up how much better Billy is at sucking dick, leading you to try and prove him wrong. You know what he was doing, but you let him and play along with it because it is hot. There are countless examples, from carefully expressed critique to ramp up the moment making for some friendly competition, to recalling hot memories to fuel everything, or praise for praise’s sake. 

You are a few months deep in this unofficial triad of fuck buddies, when winter break comes and goes, the shift happens when you come back, everyone is taking new classes, which introduces you to new people and that is when you set your sights on Ethan Landry. Who cares about the class you share when there is such eye candy around. 

It isn’t like you aren’t attracted to Stu and Billy, you are, deeply, but fuck, there is just something about him that you are drawn to. You want to reach out and dig your fingers in those dark brown curls and sit on his face, ride it for all he’s worth, you think those soft looking pink lips were made to cradle clit, and you cannot stop thinking about it. 

You decide the direct approach is best, you extend the offer to study together, which he gladly takes, and mid-way through you start to feel him out, asking, “Are you seeing anybody?” 

He seemed surprised by the question, but he answered honestly, “No, I uh, I’m not.” 

Good, no partner to contend with that might hinder what you are shooting for. You nod, and respond, “Shame, or not, depends on if you want to be, I suppose.” The expectant look has him clarifying, “Oh no, I’d like to.” 

“So why don’t you?” Leaning forward on your elbows, closing some of the space, between you both, he lets out a somewhat nervous laugh, “No one has showed any real interest.” 

You could not imagine a better in, so you say, “I’m interested.” 

At first, he didn’t know what to do with that, the guy clearly wasn’t used to anyone wanting him. You spelt out what you wanted in that unashamed way you had before, telling him you had a few other people you were seeing casually but if he was into it, you’d like to see him in the same, decidedly easy and sexual context. After taking a moment to digest, he asked, “Can I think on it?” 

“Of course.” You respond with a smile and a casual shrug and turn back to your book. The conversation stalls for a while, but you don’t feel awkward, you start it up again by talking about the assignment at hand, and slowly it returns to normal, you can still see the gears turning in his head though. When you are done and packing up, ready to go, he speaks up and says, “I want to try it.” 

A wide grin breaks out, and you flip open your notebook, you scribble down your number and pass it over, “Sure, give me a call-”

“Actually, are you busy right now?” He had cut you off and is fidgeting kind of nervously, still sitting in his chair, seemingly refusing to stand, you wonder if it is because he is hard, and you laugh, “For you? No, I’m not. Come on.” 

That first night was fun, Ethan is very fun, enthusiastic, excitable, and eager to please. He has a lot of questions about your set-up and the other people you are involved with, and you tell him anything he wants to hear, you fill him in on Billy and Stu, further, how they are both with each other too, he seems curious on that. 

Ethan branching off to Stu and Billy happens kind of clumsily, but it does happen, you know he is interested, but you have to almost drag it out of him, once it starts happening though you can’t stop it, not like you would ever want to. Then every configuration possible is on the table and you revel in it. You love being able to talk about Ethan with Stu, jokes and lewd stories told over lunches, or Billy and yourself post sex reminiscing about how he sounds. Life is very fucking good like this, a carousel going round and round, all passing each other back and forth. 

Much later, it is getting near mid-term season and everyone in your fuck buddy circle, yourself included, is unbelievably stressed out, so you decide to put a thought in the group chat, “How does everyone feel about free use rules during exam seasons?” 

Stu chimes in first, he reacts to your message with several lewd emojis and an enthusiastic, “oh my god YES!”

Billy follows up, leading you to think the pair of them together, he is also agreeing with a simple, “amazing idea” 

And last is Ethan, a half hour later, when you know he gets out of his class, all you get is a series of “!!!!!! PLEASE !!!!!!!” 

The parameters are laid out in the chat, while everyone is being crushed under the pressure of exam time, stress busting must be taken seriously, so what better way to do that than take it out on each other? You all have an open door policy when you hold “office hours”, the schedule mutually shared, when you are in need you can check it to see who is available. For whomever’s office hours it is, the idea is when someone shows up to your place in need of blowing off steam, it is on you to provide, and to take a probably much needed break yourself and fuck it out. 

It is a perfect storm of need honestly, Ethan is the one with his “office” open, you are coming back from a late class with a renewed bout of stress making your chest ache and a text from your boss telling you that you didn’t need to come in that night for work. You knew you should study tonight, and you intended to, right after you stopped off at Ethan’s and rode an orgasm or two out on his face while maybe jerking him off, but when you arrived at his place, you were not the only one who had this idea. 

You find the door unlocked, and come right in, bag dropped by the door, and you start to take off your coat when you hear it, a needy and pitched moan, undeniably Ethan. You hang your coat up and that is when you notice the pairs of familiar shoes, you grin, oh my God, yes, now this is what you need. 

Suppressing the urge to run, you make yourself walk towards Ethan’s room slowly, listening to the volume increase for the moans, the heavy breathing and skin on skin, building anticipation. Once you come to the door, your hand lands on the knob, you turn and push it open to find a simply gorgeous view, namely, Ethan Landry on his bed, making out with Billy while he jerks him off, all the while Stu is fingering him open. He looks so good when he is wrecked like this, cream skin on display and flushed in places, unable to help himself as he writhes, caught between Billy and Stu wrecking him. 

“Room for one more?” You ask, Stu pulls back and with a warm greeting, “Hey! We were wondering what you were up to tonight.” 

“Just got out of class and my shift got cancelled, I need to unwind.” You confess, and Billy has stopped kissing Ethan to say, “I think we can all help with that.” 

You strip down quickly and the bed is pretty full, the view is so good, you think that you simply want to watch to start, so you make a move to the nightstand and open the drawer. Keeping a toy or two here at Ethan’s is one of the smartest things you think you’ve ever done, your hand closes on the small wand, slamming the drawer and make a move for the “laundry” chair in the corner, uncaring you knock all the clean clothes onto the floor and sit yourself down comfortably. You bring your feet up and spread your legs, the wand is clicked on, it thrums to life, and you press it to your clit, a pleasured sigh slips out, and you settle in for what is essentially the live porn show unfolding before you. 

Ethan looks like he is having a great time, backing himself up onto Stu’s fingers, moaning around Billy’s tongue in his mouth and trying to keep a half decent rhythm as he gives a hand job, Ethan’s own dick is abandoned, painfully hard and leaking. You begin to draw the wand up and down on yourself, feeling the waves of pleasure sink into your bones, reclined and relaxed. You watch as Stu finishes prepping Ethan, lubes up, props him on hands and knees, spreads him open and slides home. Ethan’s whole body tenses up, head thrown back with a pornographic moan, the pace starts easy, but it doesn’t remain that way, before you know it Stu is really slamming into him, hands on his hips, and you are cranking up the wand in response. 

Ethan is moaning and body relatively slack and useless from Stu’s assault, that doesn’t stop Billy from forcing himself into his mouth and fucking it, hands buried in those dark brown curls. The two men penetrating the third have a rhythm that is completely in sync, when one pulls out the other is pushing in, it makes Ethan moan helplessly and shudder, you wonder if he is going to cum hands free, you kind of want to see him paint the sheets under him with his dick totally untouched. 

The whole scenario, the sounds and sights, are so rich and wonderful, it makes you mourn your relationship with old-fashioned porn, you know it will never ever be able to measure up the same way. 

You actually end up cumming first, there is something about the way Stu has his fingers digging into Ethan’s hips, panting out, “-so fuckin’ tight-”, slick with sweat and flush down to his chest that does you in. You don’t cum quietly, it feels fucking phenomenal and so needed, you shiver, toes curling against the seat cushion as you sob out a moan. It has Stu letting out a laugh, a harsh hit on Ethan’s outer thigh, “Hear that? You’re putting on a good show.” 

Billy pulls out of Ethan’s slack and drooling mouth, he tugs on his hair and asks, “You like being watched?” 

A dumb nod, eyes vacant, his hands fisted in the sheets and chin wet with drool and pre-cum as he agrees, “Mhmm, lo-love it.” 

You are taking a small break as to not overstimulate yourself, holding the now off wand as you continue to watch. Billy keeps him talking, questions posed that has Ethan responding, “M’ having sooo much fun-” and agreeing that yes, he is a cockslut who loves getting fucked, does Stu in.

A curse as his hips stutter, and then he cums inside, holding deep as he unloads, making a loud moan tear from Ethan as he takes it. Stu doesn’t rush to pull out, and you get an idea, you beckon over Billy who leaves Ethan there with a firm, “Stay.” 

He flops down onto the bed with a shaky nod, and once Billy is over you gesture for him to come down and tell him your plan, he agrees with a wide smile easily, he says in a flirty and affectionate tone, “Freak.”

“Says you, I saw how rough you were fucking his throat and yanking on his hair.” You tease him in kind. Billy rolls his eyes fondly and says, “Okay, go on then.”

You get up, the wand in hand and get onto the bed, between Ethan’s legs, “Hey bud, how you doing?” 

A glance down, he looks more coherent, as he says quietly, “M’ good.” 

“Yeah, you look good.” Your fingers come forward and trace his achingly hard shaft, he shifts, his hips arching up with a weak moan, you laugh and say, “I know, those mean boys didn’t even touch you here yet, did they?” 

He shakes his head, and you tut, “Well, I can help with that.” 

You love to do this. Play good cop, but really you are so much worse. You swing one leg over and straddle him, with a hand around the base of his shaft you line him up, then you sink down taking him all the way in your slick cunt. Ethan has his hands on your thighs and moans even louder as you take every inch he has to give. 

Your hand comes down between your legs, holding the wand you start it up again, let it vibrate, and begin to rub your clit while you let Ethan sit inside, and the real teasing begins. You don’t fuck yourself, you don’t move, you simply sit with him deep as possible, and use the toy on the outside to get yourself off. The poor guy is so worked up and has been teased so well that he is having a real problem, every flex and twitch of your inner walls surrounding his shaft on all sides is torture, he is whining and begging in very short order. 

“Puh-please, you ah, you said you’d be nice-” He gasps out, and you release a half laugh and a half moan, “Nooo, I just talked about how they were mean, I never said I’d be nice.” 

A technicality, but it is true.

A few small bounces here and there, taking him out halfway before slamming back down, but with long breaks in between, the wand running the whole time, you get yourself close and then start to ride him for real, full rocks of your hips, up and down. You make sure Ethan knows how close you are getting, that you are, “Almost there, fuck, you close too?”

“No oh, no God, please, jus’ a bit longer-” He begs and too bad for him, you reach your peak and cum while gasping less than a minute later before you promptly stop. 

Ethan looks like he might cry from how brutally you just edged him, and the timing has really worked out, Billy had already communicated to Stu the plan and helped him out. While you’ve been playing with and riding Ethan, Stu has been on his knees blowing Billy, so now when he comes over he has a present for the man below you. 

Fingers twist in that soft bouncy hair, he yanks his head back, and you command, “Open your mouth.” 

Ethan does so without complaint because you start to ride him again, slow purposeful rolls of your hips, he moans, pretty pink lips parted, and that is when Stu leans down. The full load of cum is spit into the open waiting mouth, and it does just what you hope, it launches poor Ethan to the edge. Ethan’s nails bite into the flesh of your hips as he fucks up to meet you in the middle, and he cums into your waiting, drenched and grasping hole, spill all he has, tasting Billy’s cum thick on his tongue as Stu kisses the mess into his mouth, passing it on. 

When Stu stops kissing him, and you put your next move into action, a hand between your legs as you make your way up, you still are doing what you initially wanted earlier before all this, you release your hand and while Ethan is still panting and not over his orgasm, you sit on his face. You’ve placed yourself just so, right over his mouth, his hands on your hips as he gets right to it as make him eat his own cum out of your cunt, you are content to ride his face as you breathlessly ask, “You guys eaten yet?” 

They haven’t, Billy and Stu start to talk take out while you work yourself on Ethan’s face, intent on getting off one last time tonight.

[disastersareajoy]

The Shower Incident pt.2

pt.1 here

Stu x Billy x FEM!Reader

~ 4k words

Tags: established relationship, smut, groping, dirty talk, oral sex (m and f receiving), kissing, orgasm denial, begging, dacryphilia, talking about you in the third person, degradation, praise, hair pulling, marking (hickies), biting (lots of it), choking (on dick?), spit roasting, rough sex, squirting, creampie, facial, slight aftercare

Dom!Billy, Sub!Reader, Switch!Stu

Finally! It is here! Aaaand it's part of Mutli-May, an event hosted by the amazing @bisexual-horror-fan to celebrate poly relationships which I will do any fucking day of the year. Obviously, I couldn't not use my two favorite idiots for this, so here we are! I hope you enjoy this thouroughly and definitely go check out Bex and her wonderful writing, as well as the other participant's works!

Now, into the filth. Enjoy!!

Billy watches as the two of you slowly make your way to the bedroom with shaky legs, sees how wet your thighs are, and how there's still more dripping out of your glistening pussy. He watches Stu grab your ass, squeezing the flesh beneath his finger in a way that is sure to be a promise of all the teasing that's to come. He truly can't wait to see Stu ruin you with his mouth before they fuck you until you can't remember your own name.

God, he loves the both of you so much.

The walk to the bedroom shouldn't have been as hard as it was, but your legs were still trembling as you tried to find even footing. Next to you, Stu seemed almost as shaky as you. He walked slower than usual which you were sure was meant to drag out the walk even more since Stu always loves watching you struggle to stand upright - let alone walk - when your legs are shaking.

The hand he had on your ass delivered a quick slap before he squeezed the flesh again, making the sting last longer and your yelp turned into a low groan.

“Glorious fucking ass,” he spoke against your temple before he pressed a kiss there. You tilted your head to kiss his cheek and squeezed his hips where you had your arm wrapped around him. There was a certain softness to these in-between moments - Featherlight kisses pressed in unexpected places and leaving goosebumps behind, foreheads leaning against each other, quick “Okay?”'s mumbled between heated kisses. You loved it all. It made you feel precious and loved.

You knew Billy and Stu loved you just as much as you loved them and they told you often enough, but there was something about the two of them showing you in actions or little affectionate gestures how much they loved you, that just drives you crazy.

As you reached the bedroom you felt a sudden burst of energy dissipating the slight exhaustion in your thighs. The thought of Stu's mouth between your legs was already enough to make you want to throw yourself onto the bed, knowing Billy and him were going to fuck you afterwards as well made you want it even more.

Stu walked you through the door and immediately pushed you onto the bed before pulling you down to the edge. He grinned up at you wide and happy while his hands started pushing your thighs open.

With a groan he kneeled down in front of you and looked at your pussy with hunger flickering in his eyes.

Stu leaned in without saying a word and blew cold air against you, chuckling at the whine you let out. He started peppering your thighs with kisses and bites as he brushed his hands up and down the outside of them.

You couldn't help but squirm and move your hips in his direction, trying to get him to your pussy sooner. You knew that wasn't going to work because Stu could be just as teasing and stubborn as Billy - He loves watching you writhe and beg just as much.

Stu's hands immediately shot to your hips and held you down. He started pressing you into the mattress and holding you still while looking up at you with his brows raised and mouth slightly opened.

“Now, what do you think you're doing, angel? You gotta stay still.”

He looked back down at your pussy and licked his lips, making you whine out his name.

“If you want something you're gonna have to use your words. I know you can.” He looked up at you through his lashes with a grin.

“You always beg so pretty, angel.”

You let your head fall back against the bed and groaned in frustration. Stu loves making you so desperate and needy you can't think straight, and it appears that's the mood he's in tonight.

You were hoping he'd go easy on you and devour you immediately like you knew he so badly wanted.

Say what you want about Stu Macher, but the man loves having his face stuck between your thighs. He firmly believes that your legs never look prettier than when they're over his shoulders, and Billy definitely agrees as well.

You tested how hard Stu was holding you down by moving your hips slightly side to side. Or trying to. He had you firmly pressed down and unable to move. The reminder that Stu was able to hold you down like this had you growing wetter between your thighs.

You absolutely love how much your boys were able to control and manhandle you, because it makes submitting to them so much sweeter.

Whether you were submitting immediately and being so needy for their praise or being a brat and wanting them to remind you of your manners - They always made sure to show you that they have you under their thumb in every way.

When Stu's grip on your hips didn't budge you tried to collect your thoughts as much as you could, reigning in that desperate part of you.

“Please, Stu. Please, eat me out.” He hummed as if he was debating whether or not he should grant your wish before speaking, “You do taste divine.”

You whined again and barely controlled the urge to try and shift your hips again. You were aware that too many tries would result in you not getting what you wanted at all. “I need you, Stu,” you moaned out between breaths.

Before you had barely finished saying his name, Stu's mouth connected to your pussy. He dove in and licked you all over a couple of times before focusing on your clit. He knows exactly what drives you crazy and was using it to get you right where he wanted you.

Between Stu's mouth wrapped around your clit, his hands still holding your hips down, although slightly looser now, and the thought of Billy joining you any moment now, you were moaning loudly and letting your legs shake and twitch as much as they needed to.

Your hands found their way down your body, burying themselves in the mess of hair between your legs and pulling when Stu rhythmically sucked your clit harder.

That made him moan, still with your most sensitive part in his mouth which elicited an answering moan from you.

“Well aren't those just the prettiest noises. And what a sight too,” Billy's voice sounded from the door.

When you looked over he was leaning against the door frame still completely naked. You half expected him to have put his boxers on again but we're glad he decided not to torture you.

That way, you could now shamelessly stare at his cock and arch your back into Stu's still-busy mouth.

You watched as Billy's hand stroked over his stomach before slowly wrapping around himself.

He started slowly moving his hand up and down his cock, still staring at Stu's head between your legs.

“You really are a sight,” he said as he walked closer and put his hand on your chest.

Billy started slowly massaging your breast and revelled in the noises you made at his touch. You arched your back up into his hand when Stu slowly and lightly slid his teeth over your clit, making your thighs squeeze closed around his head and a loud, whining moan slipped past your lips.

Judging by Stu's own moan he wasn't particularly complaining.

Billy chuckled, “Oh he's really going after it now, huh.” You nodded your head with a sob as Stu repeated the action and Billy slid his other hand into Stu's hair.

“He’s being a really good boy, isn't he?”

You nodded again but Billy interrupted you. “Use your words,” he said firmly and you struggled to do as you were told.

“Yes,” you groaned out, “he’s being a really good boy, fuck.”

The sheets crumpled between your fingers as you pulled on them to try and keep your sanity intact. You were still worked up from fucking yourself on a toy mere minutes ago and could already feel your climax approaching.

The pressure in your stomach was building before it tightened and you groaned in an effort not to fall over the edge immediately, your stomach tensing over and over again.

“Please,” you whined.

Words were hard for you to get out this close to an orgasm and you were thankful both Billy and Stu understood what you were trying to say.

Though it didn't have the effect you were hoping for.

Stu pulled away from your clit with one final lick and started kissing your thighs. Billy on the other hand got rougher with his treatment of your chest as he started pinching your nipples.

“Good job, dove,” he whispered into your ear and slapped your breast in the same moment Stu decided your thighs were the perfect thing to bite.

The dual stimulation made you sob out a loud moan and twitch in need.

“Only a few to go. Well, maybe. We should probably ask, right?” Billy stared down and nodded at you before looking down between your legs.

“What do you say, Stu? How many more is she going to have to suffer through?”

Stu didn't answer immediately, opting for stealing another quick taste of you now that you had come down from the edge a bit.

But just that one long lick of his tongue slowly parting your folds to slide over your hole and up over your clit made you whimper.

“I’m not sure yet. At least four?” he said with a question and grinned at Billy before diving down again, swirling his tongue between your folds and making it hard for you to concentrate on anything else besides that feeling.

But Billy demanded attention. He knew you had it in you to focus on him when Stu had his face between your legs even if his tongue routinely made you arch your back and moan helplessly into the air.

“Feel like using that mouth for some good, dove?”

You barely started nodding before Billy had his cock resting against your lips. Immediately, your tongue slipped out and licked over the tip of Billy’s cock as you let out a needy moan.

He groaned a moan and shallowly thrust his cock into the feeling.

You wrapped your lips around his head as Stu sucked on your clit and pulled off with a pop, making you moan loudly. Billy in turn groaned again and thrust his cock even further into your mouth.

“Fucking damn, your mouth feels amazing, dove.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and taste of Billy on your tongue.

That was one thing you had in common with Stu- a raging oral fixation.

There was something incredibly relaxing about having either of their cocks down your throat, your nose pressing into the skin above their base, feeling the pulsing heat against your tongue.

You loved when one of them grabbed your hair and moved your head up and down their cock, making you take them over and over again.

Their noises were another aspect that made your head spin- both of them always sounded so perfect when you were swallowing them down.

They groaned and praised you to no end, moaning whenever you did something really good and sometimes even whimper.

That was your favorite.

Billy wasn't any different right now, moaning and groaning into the air while staring down at you and pushing his cock softly over your tongue.

You stayed like that for a while, your lips stretched around Billy's cock as Stu worked you up to edge after edge but never let you stumble over it.

All your noises came out muffled against Billy's stomach who had his hand buried in your hair, pulling on it when you moaned enthusiastically or when you rubbed your tongue into him a certain way.

The need to beg for an orgasm was overwhelming and you knew that if you did, they might decide to let you cum sooner, but Billy stayed stuffed into your mouth perfectly, making you unable to speak.

Your legs were shaking around Stu’s head, his arms wrapped firmly around them to pull you close to his face.

He moaned happily at your taste and you could hear obscene sounds from between your thighs as Stu sloppily ate you out.

Billy finally pulled out of your mouth and stared down at you with parted lips, his eyes glowing with lust.

“Look at you, dove. Doing so well.”

The praise paired with Billy's eyes glued to your face made you blush uncontrollably before you whined loudly.

Another orgasm was fast approaching, making you arch your back and gasp while staring into Billy's eyes.

“You might want to stop Stu,” he started and put his hand on your cheek, “She’s going to cum if you don't.”

Stu immediately pulled away from your pussy.

That's when you couldn't control yourself anymore and tears started gathering in your eyes, a couple of them slowly dripping down your face as your hips twitched and bucked up into Stu, trying to get his mouth back where you needed it to no avail.

Weak sobs wracked through you as the frustration really started to set in.

“Aww. Poor thing,” Billy purred and grabbed your cheek. The condescending tone in his voice made your thighs shake and your back arch even more, another round of hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

Billy wiped one away with his thumb and his gaze seemed to soften slightly.

“I know you want it. Don't worry, you will get it soon enough.”

The words helped your mind reconnect and you were suddenly very aware of Stu's hands on your hips and what his mouth was doing.

“Can I fuck her now, Billy? Please? She's so worked up I know she'll feel wonderful wrapped around me,” Stu moaned out between kisses and bites to your thigh.

You knew your inner thighs had to be covered in marks by now and the thought delighted you to no end.

You loved when they marked you.

Every morning after they left some on you, you looked at your bruises and hickies in a mirror and remembered how good your boyfriends made you feel.

You already couldn't wait for these next one's to show up.

Not to mention both Billy and Stu loved seeing you marked as theirs.

“Mm I don't know. Do you want him to fuck you, dove?” Billy stared down at you and you began to nod furiously.

“What did I say about words?”

“Yes please. Please let him fuck me. I need to cum on your cock,” you sobbed out through residual tears, trying to keep your eyes open and glued to Billy.

“There she is. What a good little slut you can be, look at that.”

Billy patted your cheek before sitting up and pushing Stu out from between your legs. He quickly crawled up your body to press a kiss to your lips which is when you noticed that Stu’s face was still covered in your wetness and that his eyes were glowing in obscene satisfaction.

As soon as you parted, Billy tapped your hip, “Hands and knees, c'mon dove.”

You obeyed the command and settled on your hand and knees, already slipped down to your elbows as Stu positioned himself behind you and immediately rubbed his cock-head up and down your folds, parting them with each pass and eliciting a noise that showed off how wet you were for them.

Billy settled in front of you with his legs spread and his hand resting on his stomach while the other grabbed you roughly by your hair and pulled to make you look at him.

“As soon as I stop talking Stu is going to start fucking you as hard and fast as he wants. We both know how he gets after being denied.”

Stu whimpered at the comment and quickly ground his cock against your clit which made you whimper, making Billy pull your hair that little bit harder.

With your full attention on him, he continued, “And he's been such a good boy, so he deserves to have free reign of you pussy.

“You on the other hand are going to keep sucking my cock like you were until you're right on the edge. Only then are you allowed to pull off. Then you can cum. Now get to work, dove.”

As soon as the last word was out of Billy's mouth, Stu pushed into you hard and deep.

Before you had a moment to get used to his size, Stu was already pulling out again and slamming back into you, making you moan loudly against Billy's hip.

You quickly wrapped your lips around Billy's cock and moaned with it on your tongue, moving up and down in a much slower rhythm than Stu was fucking your pussy in.

His hands were firmly on your hips, pulling you into each thrust and making your ass slap against his hips in a loud slap on everytime.

Stu was groaning and making small noises that showed how clearly desperate he was to cum, but he was also as motivated as ever to make you cum before he did.

That was another trait both Billy and Stu shared.

The inexplicable need to make sure you cum at least once before they did. Unless you specifically requested something else, the assumption was always that you cum first.

And they were good at it.

You tried sneaking a hand between your legs to touch your clit but Billy said Stu’s name in a warning tone which made him reach down to grab both your hands and pin them to your lower back.

“Did I forget to say you have to cum on his cock, dove? Because you do. No touching,” Billy said and chuckled when he heard and felt you whine around his cock.

With that new motivation you started moving your hips back into Stu on every thrust.

He was using your pinned hands as leverage to fuck you deeper and harder which was doing wonders for your pussy. Squelching sounds from between your legs made you blush.

The leaking wetness was dripping down your inner thighs and slightly splashing against Stu’s hips. They both loved how wet you got, as well as your penchant for making a mess.

Which was lucky because both of them had a talent at making you explode.

Billy suddenly buried his hand in your hair and pushed your head all the way down to make you take him into your throat. You tried moaning around the intrusion but settled for arching your back obscenely and circling your hips against Stu.

“I think she likes that,” Stu moaned out, sounding strained.

“Of course she does. She's our needy little slut, isn't she?” Billy chuckled, patted your head a couple times and went back to keeping your head pushed down.

You clenched down around Stu's cock inside your pussy, eliciting a groan from him as he redoubled his efforts and fucked into you harder.

The noise of Stu’s cock slamming in and out of your pussy would have made you blush even more if your boyfriends weren't obviously loving hearing it.

Stu rhythmically squeezed your wrists in his hands and moaned about how good you felt, barely coherent.

Billy was steadily praising you and pulling your hair as he pulled you up and down his cock. You kept your throat open to swallow him down and breathed whenever you could, getting into a good rhythm and losing yourself to it.

Your muffled moans became more desperate as the swirling in your stomach started tightening again, your legs shaking and your back arching even lower.

“‘Think she's gon’ cum,” Stu mumbled out as he strained to keep his pace the same and keep fucking into you with the same intensity.

“Mm good. Keep going until you're right there, dove,” Billy pushed your head down again and kept you still.

Your hips twitched weakly, getting more and more erratic the closer you got to your climax.

Stu groaned as you tightened around him before trailing off into a whimper. You realized he was also close, probably had been for minutes just holding back to get you there first.

That thought made you suddenly slip right to the edge of an orgasm, so you tried pulling your head off of Billy's cock.

The man in question kept his hand on the back of your head for a couple more seconds, enjoying the way you were obviously struggling to hold your orgasm back.

Both of them watched the way your hips were moving rhythmically like they were entranced before Billy finally snapped out of it.

As soon as he released you, you pushed your face into his hip and tensed before your pleasure erupted in a screaming moan.

Your orgasm washed over you in waves and made you shake, your back arching as Stu pounded you through your climax.

The splashing between your legs got louder as your pussy pushed out your pleasure against Stu, who groaned loudly and slowed his thrusts until he stilled, pushing into you hard.

He whimpered as you felt him shoot his cum into you, the warmth making you squeeze down more around him which in turn made Stu moan louder, more desperate.

Stu pumped a couple more times into you as Billy started furiously stroking his cock over your face. You whimpered, “Please, Billy.”

That was all he needed to do exactly what you wanted, his release hitting your face as he groaned.

The warm dripping on your cheek and lips made you cum again despite yourself, your moans loud and bordering on a scream once more as Stu started fighting through his own overstimulation and pounded hard into you again.

Your pussy released another weak splash against Stu as you slowly reached the point of too much, your legs twitching and your hips trying to pull out of Stu’s hold.

He released your hands from behind your back and let you come down from your high as he stilled himself inside you again.

All three of you filled the room with the sound of heavy breaths for a minute, enjoying the immediate afterglow of your respective orgasms.

Once you were able to breathe slower, Stu slowly pulled out of your pussy and watched as his cum dripped after him.

You groaned in satisfaction and fell over to your side into the sheets, breathing deeply while your legs were shaking.

Stu laid down next to you and stared at you in awe as Billy stood up and walked into the bathroom. He returned with a warm wet towel and slowly and softly slid it over your thighs, making you whimper and spread them again to give him more space.

“You did fucking amazing, angel,” Stu mumbled before pressing a kiss to your lips that you happily returned. You couldn't help but giggle breathlessly and steal another kiss.

When you reached up to rub your eye you realized that you still had Billy's cum on your face.

You slid your finger through the mess and brought it down to your lips to clean it. A groan sounded from both Stu and Billy at the sight.

“God damn, dove, don't go starting something you definitely can't finish right now,” Billy said lowly and stared up at you with a lustful twinkle in his eye.

Stu hummed in agreement and grabbed the towel out of Billy's hand before wiping your face with it, making you chuckle.

“Thank you, baby,” you whispered when he was done and kissed him again.

Billy crawled up to you and pressed his own lips against yours as soon as you parted from Stu’s.

You loved these moments. All of you having cum so hard a neighbor was sure to leave a note on your door, asking you to quiet down.

The last time that happened the three of you spent an entire day making each other cum, seeing who could make the others scream the loudest.

Stu had won that bet.

Actually, you hoped a neighbor would leave another note. You wanted a repeat of that day.

Billy turned to Stu and slowly kissed him before mumbling, “And you my impatient little darling did well too.”

That made you perk up quickly.

“Impatient?” you asked. “What else did you have planned?”

Billy smirked at you and wrapped his arms around both you and Stu.

“Guess we'll keep that for next time. Let's hope your pretty pussy doesn't immediately make him cum again mm dove?”

You giggled and pressed your face into Billy's chest, already excited for the next time your partners catch you in the act.

And if you end up purposely waiting to touch yourself until right before they get home, then that's nobody's business but yours and theirs.

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Please don't repost or reupload this fic anywhere else. It's mine and I'd love to keep it that way.

[opalescentidiot]

[i-hold-horrors-hand]

Multi-May: Just As Planned

This one is pulling double duty as a Riter's Ghuild prompt and a submission for @bisexual-horror-fan 's Multi-May.

Featuring the lovely ghoulette Aurora, one of my OCs (see gif below), and our beloved bendy Phantom ghoul at the end.

(also readable on AO3)

Naomi Emeritus, the youngest anti-Papal nobildonna, barely heard the door to her room open and close. She didn't hear at all the pair of feet shuffling across the carpeted floor to her bed. And yet, somehow, she wasn't remotely surprised when she found herself pinned down by a rather irate ghoulette.

"What the the hell was that?" Aurora's voice hissed through the darkness.

Naomi smiled innocently, knowing full well Aurora could see it, despite the darkened state of her room. Ghoul night vision, and all.

"I have no idea what you mean."

Aurora huffed, then reached over to snap on the lamp on the nightstand. "I think you do know what I mean." Her beautiful gold eyes flashed with anger, and her pretty lips were pulled back into a sneer.

It didn't diminish her beauty whatsoever, and in fact added an air of dangerous sexiness to her. Naomi couldn't help but bite her bottom lip a bit at the sight.

"That little stunt you pulled at the album launch dinner tonight," Aurora continued, sounding less and less impressed with each word, "What the heaven was that?!"

"I was just reaching for the saffron," Naomi replied, innocently. "Can't a girl want a little extra kick to her risotto?"

"That little extra 'kick' was you wiggling your ass in my face."

"And what's the problem with that?"

Aurora growled and slapped her palm to her forehead, letting it slide down her face as she took a deep breath. "What's the problem? The problem is that you teased me!"

Naomi opened her mouth to give another snarky reply, but wasn't given the opportunity to do so.

"You showed off your lovely toned ass, right in my face!" Aurora spat, pointed teeth glinting in the lamplight. "You knew what you were doing when you wore that tight little black dress tonight. You knew what you were doing when you reached for that saffron. And you knew what you were doing when you wiggled that perky ass right in my field of vision. You knew what that would do to me!"

Another snarky reply was quickly swallowed when Naomi saw the beginnings of tears forming in the corners of Aurora's eyes.

Oh shit. She had planned this, of course. Aurora was right about that. But she didn't expect to get this kind of reaction. She was aiming for something much more pleasant. She honestly expected Aurora to pick up on it, not to cry about it.

They were both silent for a moment, then Aurora sat up, folded her arms across her chest, and shook her head slightly. "You shouldn't play with my feelings like that, Mimi."

"I'm not playing."

"Sure." Aurora rolled her eyes. "You did that to get a reaction out of me."

"Well, that's true, but–"

"And you did that despite Phantom watching. Despite being with him. Despite–"

Aurora cut herself off, wiped the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, and looked away, almost ashamed (which was a very rare emotion for a hell-spawned ghoul). "I don't know why I'm jealous," she said, softly. "You're not even mine." She quickly stood up from the bed, and turned to the door. "I shouldn't even be here, this is–"

It was Naomi's turn to interrupt. She grabbed Aurora by the wrist, firmly but gently, and tugged her back. "Rory," Naomi said, softly and seriously, "I could be."

Aurora blinked. "What?"

"I could be yours. You could be mine." Naomi smiled, adjusting her grip on the ghoulette's hellish grey hand, stroking her thumb over the elegant knuckles. "There's room for one more."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah! You didn't actually think Phantom and I were monogamous, did you?"

Aurora stared at her for a second, then laughed. "I guess not." She awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. "I wasn't doing much thinking at all, to be honest."

"Just lots of feeling."

"Right. I'm due for another heat cycle soon, so I guess my emotions–"

"Oh really?" Naomi interrupted, sitting upright and eyeing her new girlfriend lasciviously. "Lucky me. Get in here." She tugged on the ghoulette's low-slung pajama bottoms and flung back her duvet. She smirked as she noticed Aurora's eyes widen at the sight before her—she'd made sure to wear a very short nightie that showed off her long, toned legs—and wiggled her eyebrows at her.

Aurora chuckled. "You know, if you'd wanted me this whole time, you could have just fucking said something."

Naomi winked. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Little minx," Aurora growled, before jumping back up onto the bed and pinning Naomi under her once again.

"Guilty as charged!" were the only words Naomi could get out before Aurora's soft lips crashed into hers, silencing her for a minute.

They'd barely stripped down and got started before the door opened again, this time to reveal Phantom, in his own pajamas, and initially oblivious to what he was walking into.

"Hey, baby, I–" he paused, purple eyes wide, taking in the sight before him—his bestie and pack member fingering his girlfriend, while sucking on her tits.

Aurora pulled her mouth away from Naomi's nipple, and looked over her shoulder at him. "Get in here," she said, "I feel my heat cycle coming on, and just one of you ain't gonna cut it."

Naomi lifted her hand to give a thumbs-up, and giggled as Phantom immediately shucked his pants down to reveal his increasingly engorged cock and quickly scurried over to the bed to join them.

Just as she had planned.

[bibvck]

We always find our way back to each other somehow.

[jaijeijayjei]

My current thoughts on Maiko and Zutara as a former hardcore Maiko shipper.

In retrospect, the reason I felt so strongly about Maiko is that Mai goes against patriarchal ideas of what makes “a good woman,” yet Zuko accepted her for who she is.

My former frustration with Zutara wasn’t about Zutara itself- it was about demonizing Mai as an undesirable woman because how she expresses her femininity isn’t palatable.

Mai doesn’t force herself to be bright and cheery. She knows it isn’t her responsibility to manage other people’s emotions. She speaks her mind unapologetically. She despises the way her individuality and agency are stripped away in the name of upholding societal norms of what a nobleman’s daughter should be like. Her character emphasizes the importance of individualism.

In contrast, while Katara is very much a feminist, she does fit into the classical idea of femininity much more than Mai does.

Katara is motherly and nurturing. She will go to lengths to protect others’ feelings even at her own expense. She is expressive, outwardly affectionate, and sentimental. Her character is more focused on her relationships with others and her community.

And so, I always saw Maiko vs Zutara as “this character who does not fit the traditional mold of what makes a good woman is a bad love interest. This other female character who does fit that mold deserves the male interest so much more.”

Maiko drives home the point that it’s others who should try to understand these women who deviate from societal expectations instead of pressuring those women to mold themselves into someone they’re not.

Criticizing Maiko by saying Mai is too dour and bland for Zuko sounded awfully close to “you would be prettier if you smiled more” comments. Especially because Mai was raised in a strict household obsessed with image- I can picture Michi telling her “Mai, if you want to attract a good suitor you have to act this way!”

I was never anti-Zutara, I was anti-Mai slander. So, while I still enjoy Maiko, I now causally ship Zutara in the sense of “I think their dynamic is cool and they had potential”

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