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bakugohoex · 3 years

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hey😝😝🙇‍♀️ i love ur fics sm ur writing is so good oml🤭🤭🤭🤭 can i request a jean fic where they go out and jean Likes(😏) her outfit and then semi-public sex idkidk do with that what u will😌😌 TY and remember to drink water😌🥰🥰🥰

“get in the fucking back, now”

pairing: jean kirchstein x female reader

cw: modern au, fluff, language, nsfw (female receiving oral, exhibitionism, degradation, praise, nipple play, biting, fucking (obvs), dacryphillia, dumbification and breeding), kissing and jealousy

word count: 2800+

a/n: thank you for this request and i will make sure to drink hella water, @katsuhera for out midnight simping and thinking of these kinks and ideas also i have a platonic aizawa request coming out later on so hopefully you guys enjoy them both

summary: in which you and jean meet up for a date, instead of the coffee and cakes you find yourself in an empty car pack, bound in the back of his car ready to have his way with you

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The smell of fresh coffee and cake filled the room, Jean sat on one of the corner tables playing on his phone as he waited for you to come. You had both agreed to meet after your lectures having not seen each other since yesterday.

You both were needy, needing to at least see each other once a day to be content. It was bad enough both your schedules had fucked your time together, but your friends always seemed to drag you both away from each other.

Finally finding time for a proper date and not just going to each other’s apartments to cuddle and watch movies. Which you had to say was an amazing date in itself. But wanting to spend the afternoon together felt just how your relationship had been. I'm the first couple of months together.

He heard the ring of the door to your favourite cafe, as he watched you on the phone with someone. You spotted him giving him a wave, but his eyes had turned to something else. The skirt you wore, the short black skirt that pressed against your ass and thighs, the way that it squeezed your whole body. It made his head go wild and worst of all the long-sleeved shirts you wore in the spring heat had a low cut allowing all eyes to fixate on the curvature of your breasts in your white bra.

You had put the phone down walking up to the bot with a smile, seeing a server ready to come and ask you what you wanted. But Jean had an inkling the male server would be looking at you a lot more than he should be.

“Sorry, I’m late, our professor kept us longer to talk about an assignment.” You leaned over kissing his cheek, his eyes not daring to look down to see your breasts.

He had missed the simple feeling of your lips on his cheek, even if he had felt it yesterday. “That’s fine, I wasn't waiting long, who was on the phone?”

You had perched yourself on the chair skimming through the menu as he looked at you. Almost admiring his girl, the way his head was planted against his hand just watching how perfect you were.

“Oh, my mum wanted to ask if we’re still okay to come round on Saturday.” He nodded already knowing how your mum had been begging to see the boy who she already considered her son in law.

“Eren brought another fuck round last night.” You muttered unamusingly, you both ended up just talking about the events of this morning. You explained how your mutual friend Eren had brought what seemed like the fifth girl this week back to your shared apartment. You and Eren had been friends for a while and becoming roommates seemed like the best bet when you both had first been let free all those years ago. The idea of moving in with Jean had come up and you knew by the end of the year you’d both finally have your own place together.

“Eren doesn’t tell me shit about who he fucks, it doesn’t make you uncomfortable right?” Jean leant backwards on his seat eyeing you up again, you shook your head having gotten used to it and knowing Eren had had to handle you and Jean fucking before. “What made you wear this then?”

He needed to know if you were purposely making him hard or if it was just by sheer chance. “Why? Don't you like it?”

“Quite the opposite, baby, i think we all liked it.” He spoke the last part in a whisper watching as the server had come up to you both.

“What can I get you both?” He questioned eyes fixated on you alone.

Jean rolled his eyes, hating how others were looking at what was his. “We should share the pancakes, I’m not that hungry but I want some.”

“Pick whatever you want baby” He looked coldly to the man; your hand had been resting across the table as he grabbed it softly. You smiled at the action before putting the menu down and looking at the server.

“Can we get some chocolate pancakes and two coffees?” You asked politely, even in the outfit that looked like you’d just come out from a night out you were ever so respectful.

“Anything else…” Jean had interrupted due to having been ignored throughout the whole encounter.

“No.” The server left, and you went back to Jean.

You remembered his question and began explaining the events of this morning. “This dickhead ran into me with coffee so i had to wear whatever i could find in my bag.”

“You just happen to have a tight skirt and low-cut shirt in your bag.” He chuckled watching you gleam out to him.

You pout at his teasing before continuing, “it’s for special occasions.”

“Aww, is this a special occasion.” Jean teased again.

“I hate you.”

Jeans grip around your fingers tightened, “shouldn’t I be the one hating you, coming in here looking like that, how could any man not want you?”

“Jean.” You whispered slowly.

He checked his watch, he wanted something else, something more from you and prayed that you both would eat quickly so he could let himself have you. “What do you want to do afterwards?” You questioned just as the food arrived, the same server lingering trying to hear the conversation.

“I have some ideas in mind.” Jean smirked out as he took a fork and started eating the food.

“Ooo tell me?” You pleaded hating being kept in the dark.

He looks at the server who remained close by, “walking in wearing that, what else could it be?”

Your eyes widened at the thought that your outfit could really have caused him to get this horny. “Where?”

“Don’t worry about that baby, you eat your food like a good girl.” You didn’t speak, taking a bite of the chocolate, Jean watched as you licked your lips from the stray syrup, for a man with a horny girlfriend it seemed like he had finally reached your level of horny.

He understood all those nights he’d come home wearing a shirt and trousers. How in an instant you’d be on him, due to being, in your own words a sex god he hadn’t realised but you riled him up the same way he did too you.

“Jean.” You had been repeating his name to get him out of his trance. You were hiding a lot more than he had realised, at his previous words a slick had formed between your walls and worst of all there was a lot more limited clothes then Jean realised.

He looked up meeting your seductive gaze, “yes baby.”

“Come closer.” You beckoned, he obliged feeling his trousers tighten at how you moved forward. This time his eyes grazed your chest, seeing through your bra at the already hardened nipples. Your breath fanned his neck before you went to his ear, “the coffee went through my jeans, i didn’t have any spare underwear.”

His breath hitched, feeling himself unable to talk at what you had just said. You were bare between the skirt, the thought that you had been walking with your cunt on show. Worst of all he knew that if you were as horny as he would, the slick would be seeping down your thighs. “Get up.”

“But-” You were interrupted by him grabbing your hand.

“We’re going now.” He looked at the server who looked between the two of you. “How much is it?”

Jean was in a hurry; he passed the credit card impatiently tapping at where the register was. He could see eyes fixated on you, he hated how empty the place had been, with mainly uni students coming through. But in this moment the way their eyes seemed to undress you, he hated it and now knowing the extra information all he wanted to do was show you who you belonged to.

The server passed the card back. Jean in an instant pulled you out of the cafe, he walked ahead as you had been pacing yourself quicker to even keep up with the taller boy. “You’re lucky I brought my car.” He muttered as you went to the underground car park.

There were barely any cars, being the afternoon and people still at work, the parking lot seemed more secluded than you had ever realised. Being at the furthest end, Jean looked at you seeing how you pulled your skirt down. “No point doing that now, baby, everybody already saw that pretty cunt of yours.” He mocked before unlocking his car.

“Get in the fucking back, now.” He had opened the door, waiting for you to get in. With your back across the backseats, you were in perfect view of his own body.

He moved inside the car, locking the door and car behind him. It was in these moments you were glad he had tinted windows. He gave a smirk watching as you sat upright, one leg beside his body and the other dangling to the ground. “Spread those legs.”

You moved your leg to go onto his shoulders, feeling how his hands moved the skirt up to your hips. Your cunt dripping in wetness for his mouth to devour. “Baby.” It was muffled from your end as his hands had gripped your thighs.

His fingers leaving indents, his mouth bite at your inner thigh. The feeling of the speckles of his hair on his face brushing against your thighs before you felt him closer and closer to your clit. “If you touch me, I’m going to stop.” It was a punishment for showing yourself off, it was a punishment, but he knew it masked the reward of being eaten out.

“Yes, Sir.” You breathed out heavily. The feeling of his hairs across your thighs sent a shock wave, his tongue gliding across your clit tasting and feeling the slick in his mouth.

He groaned at the taste of your wet cunt, his tongue doing laps inside of your blushed cunt. His hand had travelled to your shirt having pulled it to reveal your breasts in the bra, his hand went underneath groping your left boob as his mouth was at work.

“Baby…I…” You could barely think with the feeling of him giving you so much pleasure. The way his mouth would leave soft kisses against your cunt before he went back in with his tongue.

He had told you after the first time you both had slept together how much he enjoyed eating you out. How much he loved the feeling of your cunt across his lips. He needed to feel your cum in his mouth and how it had become a mission to always eat you out before fucking you.

“Such a dirty little girl, getting this wet.” His breath was heavy, but he wanted more, pressing further into your cunt, his tongue swirling inside, the saliva mixing with your slick. His chin grazed your inner thighs, you always loved the feeling of the hairs brushing against your body. Often grabbing his chin when you both kissed just to feel the hairs brush against your palm.

“I...I...cum.” You could barely form words through the moans and groans that filled the car.

“Cum in my mouth baby, let me taste you all.” He whispered his hot breath against your cunt as he continued to lap his tongue in your folds. His hand had been moving along with his tongue, fingers pinching and tugging at your hard nipples.

“Jean.” You gave a final moan feeling yourself climax at the sheer power his tongue had inside of you. Cum dripped from his mouth, you saw him lick his lips to get rid of the cum that encased his lips.

“Such a good little cumslut, want me to fuck you now?” He teased already undoing his belt, your legs remained above his shoulders, but in a quick instant he moved them to his side waiting for your answer.

“Please, fuck me sir.” Tears had welled up in your eyes, the feeling of his tongue making your cunt throb for more. How could he resist those tears, the mascara dripping down to leave a black stain down your cheeks.

He gave a cocky grin, letting his belt fall to the ground before taking the hoodie he had worn off. The way his trousers were kicked to the front seat and he was left for you to admire sent a sensation through your body. He removed your skirt entirely, leaving soft kisses up your thighs to your stomach, before taking the shirt and pulling it over your head. “My pretty little thing.” He toyed undoing your bra to let your breasts spill out.

His mouth attached to your right nipple, his left hand still massaging the other. You felt him swirl his tongue against the hardened tit, arching your back to make more of your breast fit inside of his mouth. “Baby, fuck me please.” You were out of breath and could feel his hardened cock brush against your thigh.

“Are you begging, slut?” He moved his mouth to your neck, his hot breath fanning your breath waiting for an answer.

You looked down your hands moving to his hair and back, “please Sir.”

He smirked cockily, pulling his boxers down, letting his cock curve upwards ready to skim it past your folds. His hand lazily pumped back and forth to get him harder before you felt him direct his cock between your clit, sliding up and down your cum filled hole, “Je...Jean.”

“Come on baby, moan my name for me.” Your hands had reached for his hair pulling him towards your face.

“Jean.” You gave a lewd moan into his ear before feeling his cock slam into your velvety walls.

“You’re so tight even after I've gotten you to cum.” He mutters feeling suffocated within your walls. He brought his body down onto your own, your legs by his side as he began to move out of your cunt in a slow pace.

“Faster.” You breathed out.

“Sluts, don’t get an opinion.” He wanted to edge you till you felt dumb, he wanted to see those tears and watch as you begged for more. He may have moved slowly out but the noise of you moaning in his hair and pulling at his hair had made his slam into you quicker. He repeated it a couple times before seeing how your chest heaved under him, his bite marks cascading across your boobs and neck. You looked bruised and broken but the moans and look of your eyes rolling back had made him realise just how much you loved it.

With a quickened pace, he felt himself go deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, the cum that had been left inside of you, helping him slide back and forth. “Doing such a good job, baby.”

The praise was something Jean always came back too, the first time you both fucked you were unable to walk just at the sheer size of his cock. He knew to always praise you for doing so well with him, to make sure you knew that you could use his cock however you wanted too. “I… love you.” It was muffled through how Jean and you had been face to face, his mouth across your jaw, feeling the wetness still around his chin and face.

Looking into your eyes at the comment, he saw how truly in love he was, even with the quickened pace of him fucking you raw, you truly were in love with the man. “I love you too.” He spoke capturing your lips with his own, you had missed his mouth on your own. His tongue sucked on its own, allowing for more of your cum to mix inside of your mouth, you could feel yourself coil up inside, ready to orgasm for a second time.

He could see how your hands had stopped tugging as forcefully on his hair, how your nails had stopped scratching his back and instead skimmed across his skin. “You going to cum for me.”

“Ye…” You could barely speak at his pace increasing, wanting to fuck all the cum out of you in a matter of seconds. His mouth went to your neck, hand moving to take your own, he felt your fingers lace between your own as he sucked on the skin.

“Cum for me.” He ordered feeling you gush on top of his blushed cock, he felt himself cum from the feeling of being able to slide even more into your body, feeling his cum shoot inside of you. A bulge being prominent through your stomach of being filled up, “such a good girl.”

He kissed the top of your head with praise, sweat and cum filling the car, you only nodded unable to speak at the pleasure you had just encountered. He took you in his hands, letting you lean against his body. Moving the strands of hair that stuck to your body, he looked at how pretty you looked, even with the dishevelled hair and cum seeping out from your sore cunt. You looked as pretty as always, his pretty girl.

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kenmasangel · 3 years

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Heya! I just read your tall fem s/o x reader, and uh, I have a request for another one. Iwazumi, Kenma, and Osamu with a reader that’s very tall (5’8-5’9 ish)

One recommendation from a tall girl, if you’re making a fic about the reader being tall, please don’t just make them the same height as them 😅 (I mean, it’s fine if you do, but it’s really hard to find fics for us taller girls with shorter guys) (it’s frustrating to see fics always being like “he helps you get things from the top shelf” or “he rests his chin on your head” or always being shorter than them-) <3

[hc] dating a tall s/o;

(iwaizumi h., kenma k., miya o.)

ᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀʜ ᴏᴍɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ,, ɪ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴀɴғɪᴄs/sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏs/ʜᴄs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs sᴏ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴋɪɴɢs/ǫᴜᴇᴇɴs/ʀᴏʏᴀʟs ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇʜ

ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ! ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪғ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪ,,, ᴛʙʜ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ!!

p.s. i understand how difficult it is for tall girls in this society but i hope you guys know you are wonderful and you mesmerize me (❁´◡`❁)✲ i love you so much please you are gorgeous !!

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Iwaizumi Hajime

he is MESMERIZED by you

literally he just can't stop admiring you

iwa and you are both 5'10", yet you're still taller than him by a few inches

he nuzzles in the crook of your neck when you guys hug

“you smell so good baby,” “are you sniffing me, hajime?”

he will throw hands if someone dares making a comment about your height

you already know he has beaten oikawa already

he gets SO FLUSTERED when your faces are mere inches away from each other

“baby?” you called iwa as he was facing the shelves reading the ingredients of whatever he was holding.

“mhm?” he turned around to face you and was surprised to see how close your faces were; you are slightly taller than him and that day you wore shoes that made you look a bit taller. he became crimson as he head was slightly up, he got lost inside your eyes for a hot min before you snapped him back to reality from his transe. “you got the wrong box,” you smiled at him, your hand reaching for another box one shelf above.

“you could've taken it without making me turn around, dumbass,” he quickly mumbles moving forward.

whenever you feel insecure about your height (which i hope doesn't happen often/ never happens) he won't hesitate to show you how much he loves your height, and how gorgeous you are and show you other tall girls to make you feel empowered

he will tell you by a plus b how society's standards are trash and how you shouldn't compare yourself based on them

“they're hypocrites AND irrelevant!”

go off haji!!😤

he's your #1 hype man

Kenma Kozume

you're obv way taller than him

he's 5'6" and you're one gorgeous 5'8"

it doesn't bother him in the slightest tho, he thinks you're the most gorgeous person to take a step on earth

but he never told you that tho, you know kenma's communication skills aren't the best

he loves it when you hug him from behind and rest your chin on his head,, he feels your warmth envelop him and it makes him feel at peace

when something he wants is up on a high shelf he would tug on your sleeve and nod in that object's direction so you can give it to him

he'll whisper a small “thank you” and stands on his toes to give you a quick kiss

whenever he hears someone talk about your height difference and how he should be the tall one he'd glare at them until they get scared

believe me if looks could kill half the population would be d€ad lol

he'd protectively hold your hand and make you walk quicker

“don't listen to them they're just dumb and insecure, dumb fucks,”

lev would always be teasing you lmaooo istg he has a d€ath wish

“yn-chan!! wow you're so tall, you should be dating someone taller than you or at least the same height as you!” you can already sense kenma glaring holes into his back. “someone like me for example!”

kenma : “that's it, it's done for this mf”

and there is a chair flying right in lev's direction

even tho he likes being the small spoon he also loves to hold you and make you feel protected and loved

he'd hold you from behind, kiss your head and starts caressing your head

everytime he thinks you're finally asleep he'd say stuff such as “you're so beautiful, ” “i love you a lot,” “if lev tries to get close to you i'll throw his 6ft ass back to russia and make a polar bear eat him,”

kenma best boi <3

Miya Osamu

here we have another man whipped for you

the way he keeps bragging about you is ridiculous

you have him wrapped around your fingers missy

anyway, the moment he saw you it was like an evidence to him: he wanted you be his girlfriend!!!!!

he loves it when you were things that highlight your beautiful legs: shorts, skirts, dresses

ANYTHING that shows your long legs

he won't hesitate to totally DRAG people making comments about your height, either they're just comments or mean ones

he likes when you guys are cooking together or just when you're with him when he cooks for you

he'd ask you to grab things on a high shelf just to admire you getting that thing easily

if he ever sees you getting on your tippy toes he'll playfully tease you

“tsk, what a shortie you can't even reach for that? don't look at me like that you look like a gremlin, ”

uhm sir? you and your 6ft ass better stfu

then he has to jump to get that thing and you'll say something along the lines of “oh look at your short ass having to jump to get it,, i bet suna would've just had to stretch his arm to get it”

“what? NO BABE NOT SUNA WTF!”

he always throws random compliments out of the blue like “look at my model of a gf,” “you're literally the baddest b on this earth babe how did i get so lucky?”

he's never afraid to loose you in the crowd cuz you always stand out for him

suna has a shit ton of videos of osamu fawning over you or talking about you while shoving his relationship with his perfect gf to atsumu

ngl atsumu is lowkey jealous but he'll never show it. “i like short girls anyway,” he pouts

suna : “see, funny you're saying that cuz that's not what you said the xx/yy at h:m, want to watch the video with me again?”

lol these mfs istg

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golden-babbles · 4 years

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Keep the Party Goin’ (Part 1)

Part 2

Yuu Nishinoya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, college AU, obv aged up characters. Alcohol consumption. Part 1 is gonna be mostly SFW, with just implications, but part 2 will be all smut. You’ve been warned!

Summary: Your friend invites you to a party celebrating a win for her boyfriend's volleyball game. One of the guys catches your eye, and it looks like you've caught his too...

Inspiration: Flirt by NEFFEX, Rumors by NEFFEX, Tidal Wave by Portugal, The Man

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic and I’m so excited for how it will turn out! Let me know what you think! ^-^

It was Taylor who had come up with the idea, whispering in your ear a plan to make her possessive boyfriend get a little jealous. You had glanced at where he stood, leaning against a kitchen countertop, then your gaze travelled downward to the attractive, shorter man beside him.

You grinned as you turned back to your friend, responding with, “Let’s see if we can’t both get a little extra attention.” You whispered back your plan to her, and she giggled and nodded before playfully shoving you in Hinata’s direction to begin your ploy.

“Yo, Shoyo! You taking requests?” You yelled to the redhead over the music as you sauntered over to where he stood on his phone, controlling the bluetooth speakers from where he leaned against the wall.

He looked up at you and smirked as you leaned in close. “For you, babe? Sure, but it’ll cost ya.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned at the cocky little prick before leaning one shoulder against the wall as you faced him. “Name your price, Carrot Top.”

He laughed at the nickname and jutted a thumb towards the liquor sitting on a nearby counter. “Take a shot with me.”

You smirked and straightened, pulling away from the wall. “That’s it? You got yourself a deal.” You moved to grab a couple of shot glasses. “Do I get to pick the poison?”

“Sure, anything but tequila.” He winced. “That stuff messes me up.”

You opted for some fireball and poured a shot for each of you, giggling to yourself as you thought of how the liquor matched the redhead well. You handed his shot to him and held yours up for him to tap his glass to. “Bottoms up!” You downed your shot easily, laughing as Shoyo gave a light cough after he took his own.

“Fireball? You trying to kill me?” He laughed, but held out his phone to you, as per your deal. You queued up two songs, ready to put your evil plan into motion, and grabbed some solo cups of spiked punch from the kitchen before heading back to where your best friend waited for you near the makeshift dance floor.

By the time you reach Taylor’s spot, your first song has started. You hand her her cup of punch, then let the music flow through you as you begin dancing closely with your best friend, swaying your hips to the electric beats and pulses. You were both smiling and laughing, careful not to spill your drinks as you grinded against each other.

"Think we’ve got Tsuki’s attention yet, hmm?" She whispered in your ear as the hand not holding her drink came up behind your head and she pressed her forehead against yours.

You giggled conspiratorially and swept your own free hand over her hip as you glanced at Tsukishima out of the corner of your eye. He was watching you both attentively, clearly paying close attention as the first song came to a close.

“Oh, definitely. The cute guy next to him is watching, too.” Smirking to yourself, you turned back to your friend, downed the rest of your drink, and set the empty cup on a nearby coffee table, Taylor quickly following suit.

"C'mon Tay, let's make this interesting." You said as you grabbed her by the hips and turned her so that she faced away from you, pulling her close until your hips were flush. She began to slowly grind against you, bringing her hands back to run across your shoulders and down your biceps as she shimmied downward to the beat of the blaring music, rubbing her ass against your thighs as she moved.

The two of you ignored the crowd surrounding you, eyes finding the pair across the room, Taylor's flitting to her tall, frowning, blonde boyfriend as yours landed on the friend beside him. Your e/c gaze locked with wide dark chocolate irises as you continued to dance, whirling Taylor back around so that the two of you were facing each other once again, with her arms laced around the back of your neck and your eyes watching the pair of men over her shoulder.

You smirked when Tsukishima downed the rest of his drink and watched as he leaned down to say something to his friend over the thumping music. After a short nod, you watched his friend down his own drink and refill it with spiked punch before he followed Tsukishima across the room to where you danced with Taylor. You shifted your gaze back to your friend's and once again leaned your forehead against hers as you grinned victoriously.

"Uh oh, here they come." The two of you giggled together before Tsukishima grabbed Taylor's shoulder and gently but possessively pulled her away from you.

You feigned a pout up at the frowning blonde. "Hey, Tsuki! Why are you trying to ruin our fun?"

He scoffed. "Don't start. I know you're trying to make a move on her." He pulled your best friend close and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame. You had to fight back a smirk when she winked at you as she pressed her cheek to his chest. "And don't call me Tsuki."

Taylor huffed at his words as she looked up at him, clearly trying not to laugh. "Don't be rude, Kei, we're just trying to have a little fun." Then she turned her attention to the brunette who had walked over with Tsukishima.

"Hey Noya! I didn't know you were here!” She lied. “It's good to see you." She tried to pull out of Tsukishima's embrace, presumably to hug the smaller man, but Tsukishima held tight. She huffed in indignation and turned back to you.

"Y/n, this is Yuu Nishinoya. He's also on the volleyball team with Tsuki. He's the libero. Lots of strength and stamina." She giggles and winks for the second time since the males joined you and you roll your eyes. She's definitely a little tipsy.

You turn your gaze back to the man standing in front of you and find him blushing, a hand rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. How cute, you think, he's shy.

"F/n l/n. You can call me n/n." You stick out your hand for him to take, and he hesitates before removing his own hand from the back of his head to take yours, his eyes focusing on your clasped hands instead of meeting your gaze. You marvel in the strength of his grip and the calluses on his palms.

"Y-you can call me Noya." His voice is just barely audible over the sounds of the party going on around you.

You smile and release his hand and he glances up at you, seeming to blush harder, but he finally finds the confidence to meet your eyes. His hand returns to the back of his head, scratching lightly.

When your attention shifts away from Noya and back to your friend and her boyfriend, you find them passionately making out, even in the midst of everything, and you scowl.

"Yo, get a room, guys!" You lightly smack Tsukishima's arm where it lies across Taylor's shoulders. You can see Taylor blush as Tsukishima growls and glares at you. You stick your tongue out at him and he scoffs.

"Fine, we will." He smirks and grabs Taylor's wrist as he pulls her towards a hallway, presumably leading to Tsukishima's bedroom.

Taylor squeals and turns back to you before calling out, "Have fun, you two!" And placing two fingers in a "v" over her lips before sticking her tongue between them. Then she disappears behind the other partygoers, and you assume that you won't see her again until morning.

You send up a silent prayer of good luck for your best friend. Tsukishima always got insanely jealous of you when you and Taylor teased him, and it always ended in Taylor getting dicked down so good she had trouble walking in the morning.

You turned your attention back to Nishinoya and found him smiling in amusement toward where you last saw Taylor and Tsukishima, before he turned back to face you once again.

With your distractions gone, you took the opportunity to fully drink in the man in front of you. He had dropped his hand from behind his head, now opting instead to cross them over his broad chest, the black muscle tank he wore revealing the strength in his shoulders and biceps. He stood at about the same height as you, give or take an inch or two. Now that his initial shyness had seemed to wear off, likely due to the now empty cup held loosely in one hand. His dark brown eyes glimmered with confidence and a spark that you could only describe as spunky. His gelled spiky brown hair had one bleached spot at the front and center of his head and you couldn't help but wonder what it would look like between your thighs. Your gaze travelled downward to the black volleyball shorts he wore, probably the same ones he wore to practice, and the muscular thighs and claves peeking out of them.

Once your eyes finished their adventure, they traveled back to his face to see him combing you over in much the same way, taking your low cut black crop top and deep red, faux leather pencil skirt in stride before travelling back up and lingering on your black lace choker for just a moment, and then meeting your e/c eyes once again. You smirked when he did, and you could've sworn that you saw a gleam of amusement in his eyes as well.

"Like what you see?" You asked cockily, placing your hands on your hips.

"Mm, you could say that." He cocked a crooked smile back at you and took a step closer.

As he did, the song playing changed and your face lit up. "This is my favorite song! Dance with me?" You asked excitedly.

Noya's blush returned. "Um... sure, but I'm not a very good dancer."

"That's okay, just follow my lead." You wink at him and hold out a hand.

He takes it and you pull him in, hooking your arms behind his neck as the song rolls through a slow verse.

Lonely days will follow,

Days will follow

And that gaze that stuck

The halls will know your name

You heard him inhale sharply as the beat dropped and you thrust your hips close to his, his eyes lowering to watch your body move as his hands found your waist.

Hit me like a tidal wave,

Triggered by the aftershock

He found himself stunned into stillness as you swayed your hips, stepping back to swish your hair behind you and swing your arms out to your sides as the song progressed, bringing them back to his shoulders before shoving lightly to break his hold, then turning away from him as you had turned Taylor, pressing your back to his front. He hissed as your ass brushed against his member, slowly stirring in his shorts.

The contact was enough to wake him from his stupor, and soon he was moving along with you as you danced, gripping your waist and dipping his head into the crook of your shoulder as you swayed in time to the music. When the song ended, you were both panting and you could feel the stiffness in his pants against the curve of your ass.

He leaned up to take your earlobe lightly between his lips before speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Let's make this a private party, hmm?"

You nodded breathlessly, and turned to face him with flushed cheeks, mirroring his expression from earlier.

He smiled and took your wrist, leading you back to the hallway you had seen Taylor and Tsukishima enter earlier. He produced a keyring as you walked, using one of the keys to unlock his bedroom door when the two of you reached it.

Once he had unlocked the door, he held it open and stepped to the side, beckoning for you to enter. As you stepped up to the threshold, you cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering at the extra security.

“Is the lock really necessary?” You eyed him suspiciously, lingering in the doorway.

He shrugs. “Can never be too careful with all of the people coming in and out of here all the time.”

He releases the doorknob and steps in close to you, bringing his hands to your hips and gently pushing you backwards into the room. Once you were both clear, he kicked the door closed behind him and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Now, whaddya say we keep the party goin’ on our own here?” He smirked as his lips crashed against yours, and you felt the wall behind you as your back was pressed against it.

#haikyuu #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x y/n #hq nishinoya #nishinoya smut

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thatesqcrush · 4 years

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Peach

Bryan Kneef x Reader. For kink bingo: ass worship.

AN: Another little one-shot off my Fall From Grace Series. Timeline wise, it would be immediately after ch. 9, after their date, when they get back together. I begin with that scene to get you in that mindset. Before All Circuits Busy, in which their relationship has been already reestablished. Confused? Don’t worry about it. Lets get on with the smut!

AN2: Uh, typos. So sorry, so sleepy.

CW: Smut - obvs. Ass worship, ass play, anal sex, all things booty. Also some p in v, fingerbanging, oral sex (female receiving).

WC: 1827

Back at your apartment, Bryan had you against the wall. He nuzzled your neck, causing you to shiver. Two large warm hands rose up the sides of your thighs before slipping under the hem of your skirt. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties and tugged. The flimsy lace underwear you wore tore easily and he tossed them to the side. He nudged your legs apart with his foot.

The sound of a belt unbuckling and clanging to the floor followed by a zipper sent a thrill up your spine.

Bryan’s breath was warm on your ear as he pressed himself along your ass. You instinctively pushed back, desperate for more. Bryan nipped your ear as he stroked your soaked pussy with his swollen cock.

“Like the song, we’re reunited and it’s going to be so fucking good.” Bryan purred. “Now place those arms on the wall and bend over more a little, sweetheart.”

You acquiesced his request, turning around to face the wall. Bryan nuzzled your neck once more, his perfectly groomed beard tickling your skin. You were lost in the heady sensations of his warm, solid body against yours and the opulent scent of his cologne. It had been six months – six very long months – your body was more than eager and receptive. Bryan took your arms and extended them over your head. “Keep them like that.” He growled huskily. You gave a small nod against the wall, your cheek rubbing against the cool wall.

Bryan pushed up your skirt, so that the material was bunched around your hips. He dropped down to his knees, and he was face to face with your derriere. Arousal coursed through your veins, as you felt his hands run down the backs of your legs. “So fucking pretty.” He murmured as he pressed breathy open-mouthed kisses along your legs, traveling upwards from your calves to your thighs. He then used his hands to spread your cheeks far apart and then pressed his face into your ass, as if he wanted to smother himself with his own personal peach.

You gasped as you felt his beard scratch against the backs of your thighs, his tongue running an unhurried stripe from your clit up to your ass.

“Fuck, you taste divine.” His words were muffled, as he spread your cheeks wider and nuzzled his face between them again; his palms were splayed out against your lower back. “Push back on me, smother me with that gorgeous ass.”

“Oh, you’re an ass man, that’s for sure.” You purred, wiggling your hips into his face, eliciting a groan from the acerbic litigator.

“I’ve missed this ass.” Bryan confessed. You gasped his name loudly at the feel of him fucking you with his tongue, as he enthusiastically ate you out. The exquisite torture of his beard rubbing against the sensitive folds of your hot cunt drove you wild.

“Fuck, I love the sound of my name on your lips. You’ll be screaming it later when I fuck you.” He lifted his head momentarily before delving back.

He worked one and then two fingers inside of you, purposefully pumping them in and out of you slowly.

“First, I am going to fuck this needy pussy, then I am going to fuck your ass.” Bryan husked. You whimpered at the idea of Bryan fucking your ass again – he had only done it one other time – during your performance review – and you desperately wanted that fullness again.

“Bedroom. Please.” You panted. Bryan slowly stood and pulled you flush against him, your ass to his chest. A large hand gripped your throat and gently squeezed, while the other cupped your pussy. Your mouth went slack, and you closed your eyes. It was such an obscene display and you wanted more – so much more. He nipped at your ear before nipping your neck hard, marking you before running his tongue over the bruised skin, soothing it.

“Lead the way.” Bryan growled as he released you. You grabbed him by the hand and led him down the hall to your bedroom. You each made quick removal of your clothes and then you were back on Bryan’s lips, kissing him deeply. Bryan ran his hands under your thighs and picked you up, before walking backwards to the bed where he sat down, bringing you down with him.

You sat up fully, staring down at the man beneath you. The bedroom was dark, save for the moonlight coming peeking through your curtains. Even in the moonlight, you could see how bright his eyes were – like flourishing foliage. The moment struck you – how much you loved this petulant asshole. You ran your hands down his chest through the soft dark hair which dusted his chest and trailed down the center of his abdomen.

You leaned down and kissed him softly, allowing for him to roll you back onto your back. You laid there, exposed in your nudity, a gentle breeze entering the room. Your already hard nipples puckered more. Bryan leaned over you and palmed your breast as he leaned in to kiss you. His thumb brushed over a nipple, causing you to let out a soft sigh. As the kiss broke, Bryan ran his thumb over your swollen lower lip. “I love you.”

You felt tears prick behind your eyes because you knew you he meant it – truly meant it. “I love you too.”

Bryan dragged his mouth lower, lower, until he took your nipple into his mouth. You gasped and arched your back in response. He doted on the one before divvying his attention to the other. Seeing the way your body responded to his touch caused Bryan’s cock to kick harder and he was desperate to sink into you and claim you over and over again, in every orifice.

He sat back on his haunches and pumped his cock as he contemplated his next move. “All fours.”

“Condoms, lube.” You directed him, looking back at him. “The same drawer as before.” The weight of the bed shifts as he Bryan moves off. A bottle of peach flavored lube was tossed onto the bed. You watched as he ripped the foil of a condom open and rolled it onto his cock.

“I hate these things.” Bryan grumbled as he climbed back onto the bed.

You rolled your eyes as you feel his body weight press against you.

“You told me you didn’t want any little bastards that looked like you running through Chicago. Clearly I am sure you mean that for New York.” Bryan huffed at you threw a very old comment back at him.

“Can you just get to fucking me already?” You whined, which then turned into a wrecked moan as Bryan pressed the head of his cock into you. You pushed back, eager for more. Bryan pushed in further before withdrawing. You whined again and Bryan chuckled as he slid in completely. A dreamy smile spread on your face as Bryan filled you with his cock - his balls smacked your pussy with every thrust. The stretch his girth gave you was delicious as he worked your pussy. His cock was deep and he nudged at your cervix with every forward motion.

“Fuck, fuck, oh God.” You moaned as Bryan pounded into you.

Bryan grunted as his hands pulled your hips towards his. The all too familiar coil in his belly began to tighten and he knew he was close to coming. He slowed his momentum, rotating his hips, which earned a mewl in response from you. He grabbed a handful of your fleshy rump squeezing so hard, that you were certain that he left fingerprints. A large smack landed on your ass. Bryan pressed his face back into between your cheeks, gripping your thighs tightly. You rocked against Bryan’s face, meeting his tongue thrusts. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” you moaned. Bryan pulled off again. “I can feel you getting close,” he groaned. He then paid due to your perineum, stroking against and you couldn’t help the wanton moan that escaped you. He turned his face side to side, alternating kisses and love bites on your thighs. “You are delectable and I could eat you for hours, but I told you – I am going to fuck that ass.”

He reached for the lube and drizzled it right over your ass, watching with delight as the lube ran down your ass cheeks, like a freshly candied apple. He rubbed some of it into your cheeks and then gathered it on his fingers. You felt of his index finger trace little circles around your tight rosebud and you shivered involuntarily.

“So fucking tight, look at that little asshole.” Bryan rumbled. “Now just like before -- take a deep breath in and then blow out slowly.” You did as told and felt him slide the head of his cock into your ass. “Again.” Bryan commanded. You did and he slid the whole way in. His balls rested against your cunt and you knew he was as deep as he could be. Bryan let out an animalistic groan as he began to fuck you, the sound of hips slapping on ass filled the room.

“Come for me. Take that cock.” Bryan grunted as he looked down, watching his cock disappear in and out of you.

“Oh god, Bry, yes!” You cried out, pushing back to meet his thrusts. You reached below your belly to your clit and your fingers brushed his swaying sack. You closed your eyes as you rubbed yourself haphazardly, desperate to come. “I’m going to… I am so…” Your voice trailed off, feeling your own orgasm approach.

Bryan’s teeth gnashed together as his release approached. Your ears went pop, sound was fuzzy. You were certain Bryan grunted your name as he came with a snap of his hips but you weren’t certain as you were too focused on falling apart, your one single arm that held you, gave way.

You both collapsed forward onto the mattress. You let out a grunt at Bryan’s full weight on you and he quickly rolled off and onto his back, his chest heaving. You stayed in place, not moving.

“Y/N?” Bryan asked, his voice full of concern as he placed a hand on your shoulder. You began to shake and Bryan swore. You rolled over and Bryan realized you were full-on laughing.

“I guess you’re fine.” Bryan grumbled as he got up to remove the condom.

“Get back here asshole.” You said in between giggles, as you reached for him. Bryan joined you back on the bed and as you curled up onto his lap, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“When do you go back to Chicago?” You asked with a yawn, the post-coital sleepiness settling over you.

“Let’s worry about that tomorrow.” Bryan murmured as you both settled into each other’s arms. The last words you heard as you drifted off were “God, I missed that ass.”

FIN.

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she-toadmask · 3 years

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Fuck it. Long post about the animatic for this mashup (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WxAJpP9FKA) that I would love to do but simply don’t have the project focus for.

Not a single coherent story or anything, just the different ideas the snippets give me. All somehow Minecraft related. Some are Team Crafted, a couple are Hermitcraft S7 but more the beginning, some are just Minecraft typical characters (Notch, Herobrine, Alex, Steve)

Oh and a couple of them are Sanders Sides

Also sometimes they vibes and ideas come from the context of the source musical (because I know it), sometimes I don’t know the context and/or much of anything about the source musical so I just go off the lyrics and vibes (so if someone here has an interest in musicals and thinks some of the vibes are wrong...sorry????? lmao)

0:00 to 0:10 (Hellfire instrumental): title card duh

0:11 to 0:23 (Miss Baltimore Crabs): Notch being a whiny bitch like ‘ugh things used to be so good when I was the god of this world creating things and now things are just awful’

0:24 to 0:42 (Charming): Something something just stills of Patton in a skirt going across the screen or something??? (Upon second thought maybe it’s him and Roman stills and Janus is warning Virgil or smth???? Idk it’s pre-redux vibes but whatever I had nothing)

0:43 to 0:55 (Kick it Up a Notch): I just remember vibes of someone being chained up and the captor looming over them but I have no idea who they were I promise I get more ideas later on these are just rough (Ok maybe it was like Janus looming over Virgil but again the vibes aren’t up-to-date and I don’t have as strong thoughts here ANYWAY MOVING ON)

0:56 to 1:12 (Blood in the Water/When the Going Gets Tough blended): I don’t remember my original thought but two characters circling a third vibes are strong here like maybe Enderlox and WitherMU circling Skybrine??? Maybe???

1:13 to 1:36 (Razzle Dazzle): Again pre-redux Sanders Sides vibes but Janus talking to Roman and then just Roman being Roman I guess? Just like (this fits in with some other Chicago animatics featuring Sanders Sides folks that I would love to do but never will) Roman committed murder (obvs) and Janus is Corrupt Lawyer and reassuring him that the press will love him and he’ll get off (also the foreign girl in Cell Block Tango is Patton)

1:37 to 1:46 (Dentist): I think I just was thinking Skybrine posing and doing some stupid little dance? Idk a lot of iffy ones in these first two minutes yikes

1:47 to 2:04 (Killer Instinct): I had a good idea for this one! But it’s gone! Oof!

2:05 to 2:23 (Loud): So Bruno and Augustus are standing on either side of Seto (normal) and are singing the song and going to make him join Klub Ice. At the line ‘the less you have to say the louder you yell it’ they pull off his big cloak/robe/whatever and then during the next line they’re somehow (idk Klub Ice magic roll with it) changing his clothes from whatever he wore under the cloak into appropriate Klub Ice attire and then shove him offscreen (idk just this part and the way she sings it gives me hella Klub Ice vibes just like brain? nah fam be loud and sexy and party)

2:24 to 2:52 (Stars): All I remember was someone standing on a rooftop looking out and that’s...just the song.

2:53 to 3:14 (Wait for it): Again I have no idea what I thought at the time but it was definitely angsty (:

3:15 to 3:24 (A Sentimental Man): I know Notch is singing (because evil man everyone thinks is good) and the vibes I’m getting now are either Sky or Steve and I have no idea which.

3:25 to 3:45 (Hey Little Songbird): Herobrine is singing and smoking a cigar/ette and grinds it under his foot at the end to put it out, I think maybe he was singing to Alex? Could also be like TrueMU or Deadlox or something but idk mate

3:46 to 3:56ish (Macavity): It’s about Herobrine who is appearing vaguely in the background making sexy(?) poses and someone else was in the foreground singing at some point??? Idk could be Sky and Deadlox could be Steve and Alex who tf knows not me not today

3:57 to 4:05 (The Pitiful Children): I think I had Herobrine singing to not-brine Sky? Circling ofc but if there was context it’s long vanished from my brain

4:06 to 4:16 (Easy Street): oh hey look hermitcraft It’s from the Head Games and whoever was giving all the cave spider heads is just dancing and a bunch of cave spider heads fall down and then at the end Cleo shows up as SpiderCleo and is just pissed

4:17 to 4:30 (The American Dream): I. Honestly have even less clue than the others. I think this one was always a weird one and honestly after learning a little bit about the source musical idk if I want to mess with that

4:31 to 4:42 (What’s Up Duloc): Ok I love this one it’s evil Notch and he’s just like looking over the world like ‘I’m going to destroy this’ and on the ‘bum bum bum bum bum’ small pictures of the Team Crafted folks in despair at an event pop up on beat like that’s what he’s planning to do to destroy them because Team Crafted strong like I seriously love that idea

4:43 to 5:03 (World Burn): Pretty simple, just Evil Xisuma, cuts on certain beats, whatever he has is maybe like somethign that brings up an admin panel? Or something like that? Anyway just Evil Xisuma being evil and angry what if it was emblazoned with a shimmering red apple on the back like a red version (for Hels) of a Notch apple because I love me some evil Notch

5:04 to 5:31 (Last Midnight): Another one I really really like! Going with some source vibes, like Herobrine is holding Sky’s amulet (he got deadified) and he’s singing it so angrily because his son (adopted because of magic deals but shhh) is dead due to these assholes and the assholes include Mitch (idk I guess Jerome is the ‘Baker’s wife’ here and got fucked over by prince bitch), Deadlox, TrueMU, and I guess Ssundee? Idk it’s just angry and upset Herobrine because people can suck and now his son is dead

5:32 to 5:44ish (Poor Unfortunate Souls): Felt more like an evil Herobrine song to me. He’s doing the deal thing and stuff is emphasized with fire because duh, probably Sky on the other side of the deal because Skybrine yeet, but yeah the fun

5:45 to 6:09 (Meant to be Yours): Deadlox (suitably fucked up because Heathers) banging on Sky’s closet door (Sky is inside because Heathers context) and there’s an image of them standing before a burning building idk it’s just the Heathers song but the bits she takes for the mashup and with Team Crafted boys

6:10 to 6:16 (Johanna): Uhhhhh the singer isn’t shown but I think it was just feminine Alex dancing and then sitting and looking out a window

6:17 to 6:40 (Hellfire for real this time): Notch is standing in a religious looking building and thinking horny thoughts and the object of his lust is also feminine Alex because reasons

6:41 to 6:55 (bits of some of the other songs): Just mini frames of the scenes; at the end the whole screen is Evil X doing his thing

I do not remember as much as I wish I did but hey it’s there

Anyway some of these could work as full animatics for the source song (Loud is a maybe, Poor Unfortunate Souls is obviously doable, Last Midnight is also a maybe, Razzle Dazzle definitely has the appropriateness for a full animatic) but some of them do not because of context and other stuff (Like...most of the ones I wasn’t sure about and then also Easy Street because the rest of it is significantly less fun, What’s Up Duloc has a lot of musical context in there, stuff like that). Idk it was just something I was thinking about again and this was the best way to talk about it all.

Also I thought evil Notch was underutilized and then I found more fics and I am vibing with them like I don’t have a problem with good Notch in fics but evil is so much more fun (then again I love Herobrine as a character because you can write him however the fuck you want sooooo)

#mcyt #might delete #seriously evil notch is my jam #especially if he's still the creator! not because evil creator is my jam specifically like #he is a god or powerful and just doesn't like the world or the people in it #and is going to be evil and shit

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thefragileglass · 7 years

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Valerian and why you shouldn’t watch it.

This is full of spoilers, so if you don’t take my advice and actually go see it, don’t read this, I guess.

I don't want people to think I hated #valerian bc it's a dumb space movie. I LOVE dumb space movies- that is why I went to see it, that is what I wanted. I want people to know that I hated it for SO MANY other reasons.

So, the first...4 minutes (?) are pretty interesting. Cool aliens. Timelapse of progress, etc.

Then we travel to 400 years in the future on a paradise island. Very pretty. I was immediately apprehensive when the obviously female alien that was a completely different species and culture untouched by humanity- had titties (but still slightly covered them up) and wore a skirt. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with these things, but i just find it pretty suspicious that a completely different species and culture would 1. have the same parts and 2. have the same hangups about who can display them. If you have such a limited imagination about anatomy, at least have some creativity about the culture, I mean, c’mon. Not to mention the fact that the titties were covered but still enticingly uncovered and it was all obviously done to tantalize male viewers. It was like being punched in the face by the male gaze. Like obviously, if we don’t want to at least subconsciously fuck her, there’s no way we can possibly care about her! And I’m deliberately calling them titties bc she was naive and childlike- so pure in her uncorrupted state of innocence (eye roll). Ugh- it just makes it all so much more icky. Then there was the very thinly veiled reference to some “primitive” culture (side-eye) where everyone is, again, so naive and peaceful and just live in blissful ignorance. It is then Very Important to the plot that she dies so that the Main Character can save this poor, primitive species. This is like, the 6th minute of the movie.

Then, we meet the Main Character.

Oh man, where to start? We’re introduced to him being a total asshole to Secondary Character, who is introduced walking towards us in a bikini. Phew, another woman to look at, I was getting worried, it had been like, a whole 10 seconds since I had one. Again, there’s nothing inherently wrong with a woman in a bikini- it's the way the scene is shot and who the scene is for. So then we start off with some weird sexual wrestling- which it didn’t seem that SC was into- and then we find out he’s her superior officer. In the space military. And he’s actively trying to convince her to have sex with him, but obvs she doesn’t want to bc he’s a ~*~ playboy ~*~ and won’t commit to her by forgetting everyone on his “playlist”. When I say actively, I mean he’s literally following her down a hallway. And when I say convince, I mean he’s literally just bragging about how great he is by listing awards and commendations he’s gotten. Who acts like this?! I have no explanation about MC’s behavior, but to paraphrase Allison, SC acts like how men think women act, with the reasoning men imagine women use. Regardless of the fact that I don’t think her reasoning makes much sense, no matter what it was, we’re supposed to believe that she’s just playing hard to get. Like, you know they’re going to get together at the end and so the audience is just supposed to assume that she secretly likes him and thinks he’s endearingly oh so silly and that she’ll change her mind eventually, as women are wont to do. It’s obvious that MC thinks SC is just playing hard to get too, which is why he acts the way he does- acting as if their relationship is a matter of “when” and not “if” and so its ok for him to act as if he has the right to talk and act like that bc they’re basically already in a relationship. It’s also obvious that the writer/director/producer thinks the same thing, which is why MC never gets called out for what this is- sexual harassment. This is so terrible for people to see and internalize.

Then they talk to a superior who scolds SC about dressing appropriately on a mission. Then MC asks SC to marry him, even though she’s still been very clear that she’s not into it at all. But of course, everyone thinks she’s just playing hard to get, so obviously she’ll want to get married. And then they go on a mission, which, to be fair, I think was a pretty cool concept of another dimension and such. Like, if it wasn’t steeped in all this other shit and this movie was the fun space romp I wanted, I probs would’ve thoroughly enjoyed. That is, except for the fact that SC goes on this mission in a DIFFERENT fucking bikini! She gets scolded about wearing a bikini and then CHANGES HER CLOTHES TO A DIFFERENT BIKINI and a little scrap of a coverup. “To blend in with the tourists.” IN THE DESERT. We see the other tourists- I’m pretty sure no one else was in a bikini- I cannot imagine a flimsier excuse. It is just so obvious to me that the director or producer or whatever man made these costuming decisions just wanted to have SC in the least amount of clothing for the longest amount of time. She’s in the military on a mission for god’s sake! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a character so blatantly disrespected by a movie before or I’m just too angry to remember if I have. Also on this mission, they basically leave their people to die and then all they comment on is how SC’s “dress” got ripped. And then they’re going to meet up with the commander, so they finally dress in their military uniforms, and her’s is a mini skirt! Like, at this point, I’m just glad it wasn’t a green bikini, I guess.

So then some action happens they mouth off to the commander and MC is off being an expert pilot chasing some things while SC roots for him and tells him to be careful and he crashes and she’s worried, yadda yadda. And then to find him she has to talk to birds to hire a submarine captain to steal a jellyfish from a big whale thing so that she can put it on her head and it can give her visions of where he landed. It also gives her visions of the past hour that we literally just saw so that she can realize that she really does care about MC and so she can finally catch up to the men and understand that she WAS playing hard to get this whole time. I honestly think this whole plot sequence was specifically so that she could wear her hair down for a little bit. Also, somewhere in here, she straight up says “oh, you think humans are predictable? Then you obviously haven’t met a woman before” before she shoots something. Haha, woman are so mysterious and hard to understand. She finds him, and then argue about how he wouldn’t even thank her for finding him and some other stuff that is totally out of character for SC up to this point. And then he rebukes her while sexually harassing her some more and it's all terrible. Then she gets captured- bc obvs it's been awhile since MC’s been the hero- so we def need to give him the chance to save her.

Sigh. Ok- so, in order to save her, MC has to go to the red light district to get an alien who can change shape, named Bubble, to disguise him into where she’s being kept. OBVIOUSLY the way to introduce this character is to have her (obviously a female) perform a strip show changing into all of the different male fantasies we haven’t gotten to see yet- including some super fun cultural fetishization! It has been 4 minutes since a woman was scantily clad on screen, so they have to make up for it somehow. <allison>I think it’s worth noting that despite the MC declining an actual lapdance/sex, it is made perfectly clear that he is enjoying the show for the MUCH-LONGER-THAN-IT-NEEDED-TO-BE DANCE. *Shot of female character spinning in a lace cat-suit followed by shot of MCs drooling* </allison> After the show, which the entirely straight male audience of the movie (bc ugh who else would be watching this movie) is extremely glad to have seen, she comes up to speak with MC. Its pretty clear to me that this is some kind of human trafficking situation bc “she’s been practising since she was 4.” And she comes up searching for validation from this asshole who’s been objectifying her and if he didn’t need her for his mission of saving his damsel would probably not care about the situation at all. Overall, it's a pretty horrifying exchange- not just bc of its inherent awfulness but also bc the movie treats it as if it's not a huge deal. MC offers to help “free her” after the mission if she’ll help him, and she agrees. <allison> OH SHIT DON’T FORGET WHEN BUBBLE BECOMES BABY-MC and MC SAYS “GO BACK TO YOUR NORMAL FORM” AND SHE GOES BACK TO HER NATURAL FORM AND HE LOOKS DISGUSTED AND SAYS “YOUR OTHER NORMAL” AND SHE GOES BACK TO SEXY-LADY. </allison>

While this has been happening, SC has been interacting with her captors who are trying to make her put on a dress. She’s been in pants for WAY too long- like, 7 whole minutes of screen time. Next we see her, she’s in a pretty white dress, walking down a long aisle to present herself as a meal for the big, fat evil king guy. And just as she’s about to be eaten, her ONLY plan, despite being a military officer, is to scream for MC. We’re all so lucky he was actually in the room to save her! She certainly didn’t know he was there, so if he hadn’t been there, I guess she would’ve just been eaten. Oh no, what’s a girl to do?

Fighting, running, quips. Bubble dies in the rescue. Of course she does! She served her purpose, so screw her. Who cares about the tragedy that was her life and the promises that MC made- he saved the damsel, so everything else is cannon fodder. There was literally NO REASON for her to die, if they didn’t want to try to deal with her story any more, they could’ve just had her leave or something. Idk, I guess I forgot female characters don’t exist when not in proximity to the MC.

So then we get back to the white savior plot where we find out the commander was the bad guy who killed this whole race of primitive people...just because? I think he crashed an enemy spaceship into the planet just to kill the enemy and it exploded the whole planet? Not too sure. There are a couple of neat transphobic remarks bc the life force of the alien lady that died at the beginning has been possessing him bc she chose him to save their people. MC and SC have the pearl MC stole and the little creature indigenous to their planet, which the aliens need. MC has this whole crisis about not giving them the creature bc “that was our mission and I’m a soldier and I follow the rules” when he’s literally been breaking rules and challenging authority since the BEGINNING of this godforsaken movie. And then SC convinces him that loooove is the answer and why she’s been resisting him this whole time bc he’s never been in love. And then the boring, average white guy saves the poor, helpless primitive people. And then, of course MC and SC get together bc we all knew she was just playing hard to get the whole time, anyway.

#Valerian #hate #chemakal #spoilers #but you shouldn't go see it anyway

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SAMMY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY? We should be giving YOU things?! You are a little legend. The BEST among us. Ok so obvs femmeslash cause yay. I have two requests but of course you only have to write one. "We're bad at romance " (Sath of course) and then my new guilty pleasure ship "clubbing " Jess/Beth. All the gay things. Also happy birthday!

“So you know the bet,” Josh said, his arm rapped around Mike’s shoulder. In his other hand he held his shot glass. It was, what, this third or fourth that night? Beth lost track of which one it was.

They were at the newest and hottest gay club in New York. Their dad had to come the city for some promoting for his new movie, and Beth and Josh tagged along.

Josh had been excited to see his boyfriend, who had moved to New York for school, and Beth was just out looking for an adventure. After all, it was getting suffocating sitting next to Hannah and Sam while they had each other’s tongue down each other’s throats.

“Yeah, yeah,” Beth said waving her hand in the air, her words slurring slightly. “I gotta get a girl ‘hotter’ than me to let me take a body shot off of her, one problem, there are defiantly no girls in here sexier than moi” she smirked as Josh rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, I can name ten girls in here hotter than you and I don’t even like chicks.” Beth was about to roll her eyes when she got distracted. Mike shifted, his phone shining bright in the darkness of the club.

“Hello?” Mike said, sticking one finger in the ear opposite to the phone. “Yeah,” he shouted, “Yeah I can barely hear you, but we’re inside by the back!”

Beth turned her attention back to her brother, who leaned in to take his shot over the table. Beth took the shot Josh had brought her moments before. As he emptied his glass, he clinked it agists Beth’s.

“God’s speed, little sis!” He said, burping a little. Beth rolled her eyes and stood to her feet.

“Yeah, Yeah,” she shouted over the music.

She wasn’t even sure how her and Josh made the bet, the night was fuzzy at best, and Beth knew it would only get fuzzier, but she felt the buzz of excitement traveling threw her and a smile sat firmly on her face.

The place was packed, and most people were already paired off with their partner of choice, and Beth didn’t prefer to interrupt anyone to ask someone to let her do a body shot off of them, so she figured by the bar was her best bet. I mean, hell, a free drink.

She shoved her way threw the crowd, cursing out one fat guy that wouldn’t get out of her way, but Beth made it with little more than a bruised pinky toe from some asshole stepping on it.

After a few minutes of looking, she caught a girl walking alone threw the crowd, she looked sober enough, and justing my the perfect state of her make-up and her blonde pigtail french braids, Beth could tell she had just gotten into the club.

As the girl got closer, Bet found herself worrying about how she looked. Josh had convinced her to ditch her beanie and she’d flatiron-ed her hair and bangs, but she knew in the humid and moist air, it was already starting to curl again, or was sticking to her sweaty face.

She wasn’t wearing much make-up, just a little foundation, mascara, and a little eyeshadows, but she wondered if it was ruined. Beth didn’t have her phone with her to quickly check, so she had to trust her charm.

She moved closer to the blonde, and stood right next to her as she waited to be served at the bar.

“Hey,” Beth shouted over the music. The girl turned toward her, and oh wow, she was so much prettier than Beth originally thought. She had a round face, wide blue eyes, and a smile that Beth could only describe as sunshine and rainbows combined.

“Heeey,” The girl said, her eyes trailing up and down Beth’s body. She might have blushed if it worn’t for the fact is was so too hot for her too. She wore a tight neon pink tank top and a skirt so mini, Beth didn’t even think it counted as a skirt anymore.

“You looking for a free drink, pretty lady?” Beth held up her shot and a smirk appeared on her face.

“Flattered, but ill pick up my own.”

“Better idea, You let me do a body shot off of you, and I’ll buy you one of whatever the fuck you want.” She licked her lips slightly, her pink lip gloss slipping onto the tip of her tongue.

“Or,” she said, “we do that, and right after, you dance with me for a bit.” Beth felt her heart race slightly as she grin wildly at the girl.

“Ooooh,” she laughed, “fuck ya, better plan than mine by far. So, where do you want this?” she asked holding up the shot. the girl grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled it down slightly. She was wearing a purple bar under her tank top, Beth could just about see it popping out from the collar.

“Right between the girls,” she said. Beth stared at her for a moment, not believing her luck. I just have done something really good to deserve this, she mused as she stuck the shot glass between her breasts.

Beth heard the girl laugh, and before she could change her mind, Beth leaned down, rapping her lips around the glass and shot up, and drank it down. She cringed slightly at the bitterness, and the girl laughed.

“Now, now about I get you a drink,” Beth said.

After one hella expensive drink, and a wonder couple minutes of grinding up all over each other. And Beth mean, all over. Both their hands finding each other’s asses, and Beth trailing her hand up and down the girls body feeling her curves.

At one point, Beth felt the girl run her fingers through her hair, and her lips touch her neck. She vaguely remembers moaning and Beth’s lips finding her skin, but she couldn’t be sure. She just just a little too drunk and a little too elated to be fully aware of everything.

Eventually, the song ended, and Beth found herself wanting to never leave the blondes side.

“Ugh, I can’t dance another second,” she said, her face bright red and sweat dripping down her face. Her make-up and hair matching Beth in levels of ugliness now. Still Beth couldn’t help but be uncontrollably attached to her.

“my friends managed to get a table,” Beth shouted. “If you want be can grab a seat with them.”

“I actually I have to meet some friends.”

“Oh,” she said, her heart falling. Her smile fall from her eyes, but it stayed firmly on her lips.

“Actually, fuck it,” she said. “I don’t even know most of them anyways. Let’s go!” Beth took her hand and lead her threw the crowd. She may have just been imagining it, but it almost felt as though their hands fit perfectly together.

They found Mike and Josh still sitting at the table, Josh had his head buried in Mike’s shoulder, and Mike was on his phone, looking at it pretty seriously.

“Long time no see,” Beth said smiling. Josh groaned, and Beth’s eyes fell to the table, there were several more shot glasses laying faced down on the table. she just hoped a few of them belonged to Mike.

“Oh yeah,” Mike said looking up from his phone. “Josh is basically asleep, so I’m calling a cab.”

“Too bad,” Beth said, “I was hoping to brag to him, cause guess who one their bet? This girl. Oh and this is...” Beth paused, realizing she hadn’t gotten the sexy blonde that she spent most of the night with name.

“Jess?” Mike said. The blonde moved out from behind Beth, a wide girl on her face.

“Mike?” She said. “No way.”

“Hey you finally made it.”

“Wait,” Beth said, her eyebrows knitting together. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah,” Jess said.

“She’s the friend I said was meeting us here!” Mike said. “I thought you two would hit it off, I guess I was right.” Beth looked over at Jess, who locked eyes with her.

For once Michael Munroe was 100% right, and for once, Beth was really really glad Josh was dating the asshole.

#until dawn #jess x beth #ud jess #beth washington #mine #beth x jess #au prompt #prompt #hope you like #love this one #holeybubushka

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hymntoherlove-blog · 7 years

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Hey, Mister

“Hey mister,” the voice shouted at him and woke him from his preoccupation.

He was walking into his local shop after work, going to buy some cigarettes and a bottle of wine, when the female voice stopped him. He turned around and there were two teenage girls, walking tentatively towards him but looking at him imploringly.

Before he had a chance to say a word, the blonde, who he guessed must have been 16 or 17, had her hand out with some money and with the other hand on her hip.

She had a confidence and defiance about her that struck him straight away.

“Could you buy as some fags please, mister? “ she said.

He didn’t ask any questions about why they were asking him, he guessed they were too young and the shopkeeper, who he knew well, had refused to serve them.

He was transported back to himself at their age and knew the frustration they must have been feeling and his anti-authority gene kicked in without hesitation.

“What do you want?” he said, with a smile on his face.

The brunette had joined her partner in crime by this stage and they told him what they wanted and he took the money and they smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Meet me on the corner,” he said.

‘Ok,’ they both replied in unison with big smiles on their faces and jumped up and down at each other.

He had no idea why he did what he did next. He bought what he needed and the brand of cigarettes they had asked for, but also a bottle of vodka for the two girls.

He walked out of the shop, looked to the corner of the street and the two girls were waiting where he told them to and walked purposely towards them and the blonde waved at him.

It was on that short walk that he clocked the pair of them properly for the first time and really took them in, moving his eyes up and down them and from one face to the other.

“Here you are,” he said, as he handed the cigarettes over to the blonde.

“And this is a present from me,” he said. “Don’t drink it all at once and be good.”

They both looked at him open-mouthed and at each other and were profuse in their gratitude to him. The blonde let out a little shriek of joy, while the brunette couldn’t stop smiling at him.

“Oh, really. Thank you, mister,” said the blonde. “There was no need but thank you so much.”

“No problem, enjoy Friday night,” he said, as he began to walk off. He winked at the pair of them.

“And if you cannot be good, be good at being bad,” he smiled.

“Don’t worry, mister. We are good at being bad girls,” said the blonde.

He started to walk off but then turned on his heels, as they were both celebrating their good fortune.

“Oh, and here you are,” he said as he handed them the money they had given him.

The blonde looked at him and grabbed it.

“Really? Are you sure?” she said.

He turned and walked the short distance home, turning around every now and then, to see them still standing on the corner, with the brunette waving at him every time he did.

He could feel their eyes burning into him as he walked and then he heard them running behind him and giggling, and he knew they were a couple of paces behind him.

He had his headphones in but moved the volume down so he could hear the two girls; they were laughing and talking to themselves with the brunette egging her friend on.

“Go on,” she said, “Ask him, he won’t mind. He’s nice.”

“Okay, okay,” the blonde, replied.

“He’s cute, nice arse too.”

They both laughed throaty but undeniably girly laughs.

“He’s a DILF,” said the blonde, as they both giggled at each other.

He smiled to himself, took the unsolicited compliment with some pride, even though they had no idea he was listening to every word. He got to his front door and feigned shock surprise, pulled his headphones out, when he half-turned and saw them only a few paces behind him.

“Everything okay,” he said.

“Everything is fine,” they both said together, giggling again.

“We just wanted to say thank you again,” said the brunette, who stepped forward as she spoke.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Enjoy your night.”

He put his key in the lock, smiled and shut the door behind him. They now knew where he lived but he didn’t really expect to see either of them again. He got changed, poured himself a glass of wine, put some music on, picked up his book and thought nothing more about them.

He must have fallen asleep on the sofa, with half a bottle of wine inside him, when he heard the knocking at the window. He got up and there they were the two girls, soaking wet, smiling at him.

He opened his front door and the blonde pushed passed him followed by the brunette before he had a chance to protest and even say a word.

“Sorry mister,” said the blonde.

“It’s raining and we are soaked and have nowhere else to go,” she said, with an innocent and knowing look on her face. The brunette nodded furiously along with her friend.

“Really,” he said disbelievingly.

“Yes,” the blonde continued. “Well, you were so nice to us and we wanted to finish the vodka and the rain came and we were bored sitting in the park with the young boys.

“They are so boring,” said the brunette, echoing the sentiments of her friend.

He was slightly pissed off at the intrusion but he did like the pure audacity and presumption that they had about him letting them in. He had to admit he found it exciting and liked the pure balls of what they had done.

“I believe you, thousands wouldn’t,” he said with a smile.

For the first time, he took the pair of them in and couldn’t help but notice there was a knowingness and a sexuality about them that struck him as they stood in front of him.

They may have been two teenage girls but they were inside two women’s bodies and they were clearly discovering their bodies and the power it gave them and were enjoying it too.

The blonde was making no attempt to hide what she had to offer and her sex was an in your face, come and get me type of obvious appeal. She stood in front of him, clearly wearing no bra, because he could see her nipples clinging to her wet shirt.

Her skirt was short and tight, showing off a tight perfectly formed arse, but it was her face that struck him. There was a defiance and a confidence that was incredibly attractive.

The brunette, on the other hand, was even more alluring. The more he studied her, the more he realized that she was genuinely beautiful, with a woman’s body. She had full breasts and had an achingly sexy thigh-gap and was wearing the tightest cut-off jeans, with her arse cheeks fighting for freedom.

The only give away about how young they were was that they were both wearing the latest style of fashion trainers, but even then they wore them well.

It dawned on him that he had been staring at the pair of them, and the silence had given him away. They were both shaking their wet hair, trying to try themselves dry

His cock was starting to stir and then the blonde’s voice broke the silence and brought him back into the room.

“Mister, do you have any towels,” she said.

“And glasses, we haven’t finished the vodka,” added the brunette, with a smile.

“Of course, ladies,” he said with a flustered croak in his voice.

He returned with the towels and handed one each to them. He went to the kitchen, leaving them to dry each other’s hair. He turned around at the exact time that the blonde was taking off her t-shirt to reveal her full breasts and hard nipples.

She caught him staring and turned deliberately to face him as she dried her breasts, flicking each nipple while she looked directly at him. It stopped him in his tracks.

The brunette caught him too and smiled at her friend as she removed her wet blouse to reveal a sexy see-thru black bra. They were both facing him in a state of undress and smiling at him.

“Told you he wasn’t gay,” the brunette said to her friend.

They both laughed at each other and covered themselves with their towels.

“Why gay?” he said to them both, as he handed them a glass each with ice for their vodka.

“Coke or orange juice?” he asked, before they had a chance to reply to his previous question.

“Coke,” they both replied in unison, which he noticed was a thing they always did.

“You mean coca cola, mister?” laughed the blonde, half-joking but clearly testing to see how bad he was.

“Of course,” he said. “You have to be really bad before I give you the other stuff.”

All three of them let out polite laughs. He returned to the room and sat on the sofa as they continued to dry themselves and preen each other in front of him. He found their presence exciting and comforting.

He very rarely had visitors and he couldn’t remember the last time he had had female company in his home. He certainly didn’t expect to be invaded by these two nubile creatures.

“I’m gay then,” he said, as he poured himself a glass of wine and glugged it and it helped him to calm down and relax.

“Well, obviously not,” said the blonde and she winked at him.

“It’s just we have seen you around and your always alone and you live alone, obvs.”

“Very true,” he nodded in agreement.

He spread himself out on the sofa, stretching his legs out and the brunette sat at the other end of the sofa with her legs up, almost protecting herself with her towel around her shoulders.

The blonde was lying on his giant beanbag, looking straight up between his legs and their legs were almost touching. She had wrapped her towel around her breasts, and produced an inviting cleavage in the process.

They talked, each told their stories and laughed and he caught himself enjoying himself, something he hadn’t done in a long time. The pair of them were funny, sexy, chatty and clearly knew everything about the other.

They were an impressive double act and were good company. They did everything together and were very protective of each other and the blonde clearly saw herself as the senior partner and the bodyguard of the brunette.

He liked their loyalty to each other and how comfortable he felt with them around.

He found himself looking directly at each of them as they talked and as they drank more, the evening got more flirty and suggestive.

They asked him lots of questions, about his work, life, sex and love, and he replied with honesty. Both had lost their virginity, liked fucking and watched porn and were clearly enjoying discovering boys and sex.

Neither had been in love, or had steady boyfriends, but they clearly didn’t struggle for attention. They both had experimented and it was obvious that the blonde had a wilder streak than the brunette.

He was enjoying himself and found himself taking both of them in. They clearly felt the same.

The brunette was now stretched out on the sofa with her legs resting on his stomach and she had shed the towel and was happy showing off her tits, which he could clearly see through her bra.

The blonde was the same, and was now topless and loving showing off her tits and her big brown perky nipples. She would tweak one of them whenever he looked at her and they were also playing footsie too.

Every now and then, with her legs open, her skirt would ride up and she made no attempt to hide her plump pussy inside what he thought was a black G-string from his view.

He made no attempt to hide that fact that his cock was hard and he was enjoying all the attention, and listening to their tales and exploits. The brunette changed the mood and shifted things up a gear.

They both had clearly clocked he was hard and he made no attempt to hide it.

“Hey, mister,” she said. “Your hard!”

“Yes, I am,” he smiled.

Both of the girls looked at each other and smiled.

“Why?” continued the brunette.

“Do you fancy us? Or do you fancy her or me, or are you just horny?”

He considered the question, while it hung in the air, knowing his answer could create or kill the mood. He looked at each one of them in turn before he replied.

“I think you are both beautiful, incredibly sexy and I could never choose,” he replied.

“And you both have made me horny.”

He had delivered the perfect answer, unbeknownst to him, and they both smiled big smiles at him and at each other. He relaxed.

“But if you had to choose,” said the brunette, before he broke in midway through her sentence.

“I could never choose, you are both perfect,” he said.

“Good answer,” said the Blonde.

Then he was caught completely off guard by the brunette moving towards him, holding his head in her hands and kissing him full on the lips.

“Perfect answer,” she said, looking directly into his eyes before she lowered her glance to his lips and rubbed her index finger over them to smudge her lipstick on his lips.

There was an intense silence now in the room, and a real sexual tension building between all three of them.

The Brunette moved her position to be right by his side and nestled her head into his neck and started to trace the outline of his hardness through his shorts with her fingers.

It was a shock that she would be the one to make the first move, he would have put money on it being the blonde or even himself, but now he didn’t really care, he was just enjoying the sexiness and sensation.

The three of them were in silence now and were all watching the brunette’s hand circling his cock through his shorts. He was hard and his balls were heavy and aching.

He was watching her trace his outline and his vision caught the blonde, with her skirt up around her waist and she had her hand inside her panties rubbing herself and tweaking her nipple with the other hand.

She stuck her tongue out at him and spread her legs wider and started to rub herself harder, while she fixed her glance and concentration on him. He rubbed his face in the brunette’s hair and let out a groan.

“Fuck,” he said, with his eyes closed.

“Ladies, it’s been a long time.”

Both girls laughed. A switch had been flicked and he didn’t care anymore. He submitted to his desire. He pulled the brunettes face to his and kissed her hard and pawed at her tits.

She was clearly shocked but also delighted by his desire and the roughness with which he stuck his tongue inside her mouth and how he pulled her hair to bite her neck.

While he was consuming her, she struggled to unzip him and finally managed to release his cock as his mouth found one of her nipples and he sucked hard.

“Shit, mister,” she said, as she started to wank his hard cock. The was a frenetic bout of movement, grabbing and kissing between him and the brunette.

Before he knew it, the blonde was pushing him back on the sofa and away from her friend.

“My turn, mister,” she said, as she straddled him and kissed him with her tongue penetrating his mouth. She kissed like he did, like a man, and he loved it.

She pulled his t-shirt off, as they kissed, and he grabbed her arse and pulled her tight to him and, in the process, realized she had taken her panties off. He went searching for her pussy with his hand and found it.

She was wet and he moved her and slid his cock inside her at the same time he found one of her nipples with his mouth. He pushed her body down onto his cock and she let out a throaty squeal.

She released herself from him and pushed him back with her hands on his shoulder and rode him, while they stared at each other with a look of absolute desire.

She was tight, wet and exquisite but knew what she was doing and teased him with long and short strokes. He looked around for the brunette and she was back at the end of the sofa, completely naked, with her legs spread open so he could see, and had two fingers inside her pussy with her other hand pulling her nipple, looking directly at him.

“Ladies,” he said, with a smile on his face. “What are you doing to me?”

“Fucking you,” they both replied and they all laughed.

‘Well, I am an old man and we better calm down cause I am gonna cum soon,” he said.

“Oh, okay,” said the blonde, as she stopped fucking him and sat on him with his hard cock resting inside her.

The brunette changed her position and came to his face, kissed him tenderly and then offered her tits to him. He took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck it. He looked up to see both girls kissing each other.

He watched and loved the tenderness and ferocity with which they kissed each other. Their softness, tightness and overt sexuality hit the spot with him and he was consumed by it.

They both caught him staring at them and they moved towards him and soon they were all kissing each other and their tongues were slavishly seeking each other out and looking for attention.

He grabbed them both by the hair and took it in turns to kiss one and then the other. He then changed it up and made them kiss each other while he watched.

He slapped the blonde on the arse, to grab her attention, and she turned her head to his.

“Don’t be greedy,” he smiled. “I think your friend wants her turn.”

“Yes, I do,” she said, as the blonde gave him one last ride and slipped off him. His cock was glistening with her pussy juices. He really wanted to feel the brunette on his cock, but she didn’t oblige, at first.

“Lets show him our skills,” she said to the blonde and she smiled back and nodded to her friend.

The brunette lay down on her front on the sofa and started to lick her friend’s pussy juice off his cock, while the blonde knelt down in between his legs and did the same. He looked on in amazement as they cleaned his cock and it was the most erotic experience of his life.

“Fuck, yes,” he said, as he put his hands behind his head and looked on enjoying the sensation of these two nymphs feasting on his cock.

The brunette then started to suck him off and the blonde started to suck his balls. He was completely lost in the way these two were devouring him. He let out a growl of pleasure and slapped the brunette’s arse hard.

She flinched and glanced at him with his cock in her mouth. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth with his hand on the back of her head. He sat up and did the same to the blonde, holding the back of her head hard into his balls.

He was lost now and consumed by his own desires, fantasies and his dark heart. The mood had changed from them being the dominant force to him now being in control and demanding to be satisfied and obeyed.

“I want some pussy,” he grunted, as he stood up, slapping the blonde’s arse as he got up, shaking himself free from their mouths. They both looked disappointed as he stepped back from the pair of them.

“Sit on the edge of the sofa with your legs up and spread apart,” he demanded.

They looked at each other and did as they were told. The pair of them had the cutest and prettiest pussies and he was going to have them before they were broken, busted and worn.

He fell to his knees, taking them both in. The blonde was shaved, while the brunette had a delightful little tuft just above her pussy lips. He tapped both of their pussies with the palm of his hands.

The brunette flinched but the blonde smiled at him. Then with both of his thumbs he traced the lips of their wet pussies in unison, looking at both of their faces in turn.

The blonde was in her element, while the brunette wore a concerned frown.

“Mmmmm, so pretty, ladies,” he said.

Then he licked two fingers on each hand, making sure to look at them as he did and stuck them quickly knuckle deep inside each pussy. They were both soaking and he started to finger fuck them.

The blonde was transfixed on his fingers, spreading her legs wider to accommodate his fingers and even rocked up against his hand, while the brunette did the opposite and closed her eyes and her legs on his hand and grabbed his wrist with her hand.

Both reactions were indescribably erotic and perfect for him.

He started to flick the upper wall inside each pussy with his hands and the blonde tried to open herself wider and had her mouth wide open, was licking her lips intermittingly, tweaking both her nipples and was staring at his hand inside her.

The brunette had her eyes closed, was gritting her teeth and letting out little squeals, but her legs were now wide open and she had taken her hand away from his wrist.

He kept going faster and faster, as much as his aching hands would allow and then it happened. The brunette was first, her squeals got deeper and then stopped, he hair fell across her face and she was gripping onto the sofa with both hands.

She was soaking and her legs began to shake, but it was the blonde who realized what was happening to her friend before he did. From being entranced by her own sensations, she was now paying attention to the reaction of her friend.

“Mister, she’s cumming,” she said, looking directly at him and then back to her friend the brunette. He pulled his fingers out of the blonde, licked them, so she could see and made the brunette the focus of his attention.

He clamped his hand on her stomach and moved his two fingers as fast as he could inside the brunette. The blonde joined him and started to rub her friends clit, they were both staring at the brunette, willing her to hit the peak of satisfaction.

The blonde looked at him urgently and imploringly, her friend had her head resting on her arm, as they both worked her over. He finally got the message from the blonde.

“Fuck, baby,” he said. “ You look so fucking beautiful and you’re so wet, I want you to cum for me.”

The blonde winked and smiled at him and nodded her head. Her friend let out a shriek and pushed herself further onto his fingers and opened her eyes and gave him a look of earnest concentration and determination.

She looked at her blonde friend and smiled and then lifted her legs up with her hands on the back of her knees and bite her lip, returning her stare to him.

“Cum for me, let it go,” he said, as he found another gear with his two fingers. She let out a squeal, and her friend silenced her with a hand over her mouth, right at the moment he felt her pussy squirt inside and she exploded on his hand.

She shook, grabbed on to the sofa and then his hand and he could see and feel her pussy cum all over his hand. He withdrew his hand and licked her off him and she was spent and broken and her pussy was puffy and glistening.

He couldn’t help himself, he dove straight in and starting licking her pussy clean. She pushed him away but he wouldn’t be denied. He wanted to taste her sweetness.

The blonde understood what he wanted and was doing.

“Gently, mister,” she said to him. He got the message, calmed himself down and went back to her pussy, with the tip of his tongue licking and exploring her wetness and sweetness. He went to work.

“He made me cum,” said the brunette to her friend. She looked at him between her legs kissing and licking her up and she spread her legs wider for him, offering herself to him again, and she stroked his hair with a hand, while his tongue was licking her pussy clean.

“Mister, that was her first time,” said the blonde.

“You made her cum for the first time.”

He rubbed his tongue along her pussy, sought out her clit and sucked it hard. She let out a little squeal and a laugh and smiled at him. They were clearly impressed with him but he had no idea why.

He stood up, revealing he was still hard and grabbed the blonde by the hair. He had worked her out and what she liked. She was the experienced one and the sex junkie.

The electricity in the room now was palpable and he was at the centre of it and he knew it. He wanted to be satisfied and was determined to be satisfied.

“I haven’t finished with you two yet,” he smiled and he looked at the blonde, who he still had by the hair.

“Suck my cock and make it hard and wet so I can fuck your friend.”

The blonde got to her knees and went to work on him, licking and sucking his cock until it was rock hard and covered in her saliva. She kept looking up at him as she did it, almost wanting his appreciation and cum to herself.

“That’s it, good girl,” he said, as he looked down on the blonde.

“Make it all hard and wet, so it slides inside your friend easily.”

She did as she was told and he looked at the brunette, who was watching them intently, with her legs still wide open and he winked at her. She smiled back at him as she watched her friend prepare his cock for her.

“Yeahhhhhhh, you’re the best,” he grunted, as he looked down at the blonde devouring his cock. He wanted her to finish him off, but he had promised to fuck the brunette and he hated to break a promise.

“Show me that beautiful arse, I want to fuck you doggie,” he said, to the brunette and she immediately moved into the position he wanted, and looked over her shoulder at him and started shaking her arse at him.

He pulled the blonde of his cock and moved into position behind the brunette. He waited for the moment, took in the beautiful arse in front of him and then gave it a slap.

“Put my cock inside your friend,” he said to the blonde and she moved underneath the pair of them and did as she was told. The brunette was so tight and wet and let out a shudder as she felt him enter her.

He went at her like a train because she was so tight and so wet and he couldn’t keep his hands or eyes of her magnificent arse. He was grabbing and slapping it and pulling her hair and he fucked the shit out of the brunette.

He stopped to grab his breath and to enjoy her tightness and then felt a tongue beneath him, sucking each of his balls. He loved the sensation and stopped to enjoy the blonde’s mouth work.

She pulled his cock out of her friend, gave it a long hard suck and then put it back inside the brunette. Who, in turn, then rocked against the cock inside her pussy. They were a team, the pair of them, working him over.

He just stood there as they took it in turns to enjoy him. One sucking him and the other fucking him. While all this was going on, he was noticing the brunette’s pucker little arsehole the whole time.

He couldn’t help himself; he licked his index finger and stuck it in her arsehole.

“Hey mister, that hurts, that’s my arsehole,” said the brunette as she moved away from him.

With the brunette moving away from him, he could see the blonde beneath him still licking his heavy balls. They smiled at each other, they were on the same wavelength now and they both knew it.

“Go to the bathroom upstairs and open the cabinet, there is some baby oil up there,” he turned and told the brunette.

“I want to fuck an arse.”

He looked directly at the blonde as he said it and the brunette did as she was told and disappeared, looking for the baby oil. He moved the blonde up on the sofa, spread her legs wide and started licking her pussy.

Every now and then he would run his tongue over her arsehole, making it wet. By the time the brunette returned with the baby oil, he had his tongue in the blonde’s arsehole and it was starting to pucker under his attention.

“Oh Mister, we have never done arse sex before,” said the brunette.

“Is that true?” he said, looking directly at the blonde.

She shook her head, confirming what the brunette had said. He smiled and took the baby oil off the brunette and uncapped it.

“You will love it,” he said to the blonde. She smiled at him with her knowing smile, revealing that this was something she had wanted to do before.

He squirted the baby oil over the pair of them and they let out little shrieks. He pulled the brunette closer to him and kissed her and smothered her tits in oil and moved her hand to do the same to his cock.

He poured the oil over the blonde’s pussy and arsehole and then started to put one finger deep inside her arsehole. She took a deep intake of breath; he removed his finger and did the same with two fingers until they were knuckle deep inside her arsehole.

She frowned at him but didn’t say anything. He looked at the brunette and told her to put his cock inside her friend. She looked at the blonde who nodded at her friend to signal it was okay.

The brunette guided his cock to her friend’s puckered arsehole and pushed his cockhead gently inside the blonde’s arse. He let out a sigh, feeling his cockhead breaking into the ring of the blonde’s arsehole.

The blonde kept moving to get comfortable and had a frown of discomfort on her face but she also had a look of determination on her face that told him she wanted to do this.

He wasn’t to be denied and he moved deeper and deeper her inside her. He was determined she was going to feel all of him and he kept going until he was balls deep inside her arsehole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” said the blonde.

The brunette had a worried look on her face but was also intrigued at whether her friend would go through with it. She was transfixed by the scene in front of her eyes.

He withdrew his cock halfway and then went back in right up to his balls. He repeated the same motion and quickened the pace each time. The blonde grimaced but also smiled at him with every stroke.

“Rub your clit, it will help,” he said to the blonde who did what he suggested.

His strokes inside her arse got longer and faster and he loved the sensation but it was also the dirty idea of being the first to introduce her to being fucked in the arse.

He turned to the brunette and kissed her full on the mouth searching out her tongue and pulled her close to him and mauled her magnificent tits, pulling her nipples hard.

“I’m fucking your friends arse and she loves it,” he smiled at the brunette and did the same to the blonde, who smiled at him as he intensified his pounding inside her deliciously tight arse.

She was now rocking back and forth on his cock and rubbing her clit furiously, along with his every stroke. He could the sense the feeling welling up inside him deep in the back of his balls.

“I’m gonna cum, where do you want it,” he said to nobody in particular.

“The arse,” they both replied without hesitation.

He intensified his pounding and soon he felt the sensation of reaching his destination and with a few heavy strokes, he was shooting inside her arse and letting out an animal like groan.

He fell on top of the blonde, with his cock still inside her arsehole, and was breathing heavily. She moved gently underneath him to make sure he was spent and held him in her arms.

The brunette joined in and fell on his back, holding onto him, and all three of them lay there in complete silence. He motioned to move and released himself from inside the blonde and composed himself on the sofa.

The blonde looked at him with genuine affection and admiration and it was the brunette, once again, who surprised him. She settled between his legs and gently began to kiss and lick his cock clean of his own cum and the baby oil.

He didn’t move because he couldn’t and he just enjoyed the gentle sensation of the brunette taking care of him and cleaning his cock. She was good at it and she kept looking at him, as she kissed, licked and sucked him.

Soon the blonde had her head resting on his shoulder and they both watched in silence as the brunette started to make his cock stir again. He was getting hard again, thanks to the attention from the brunette.

“She’s the cock whisperer,” said the blonde, and all of them let out a laugh,

Soon he was back hard again, and the brunette was licking and kissing him and was proud of the job she had done. He really had no energy to spend but that didn’t stop the girls from using him and enjoying him.

They inspected his cock and sucked and kissed at will and he told them the little secrets they needed to know how to drive guys wild when they were sucking cock.

They took it in turns to squat on his cock, while he just sat on the sofa. The blonde went at him like a train and came in no time when she sat on him, while the brunette asked him to lick her arse, which he was happy to do.

She really liked the sensation of having a tongue in her arsehole and made him promise to fuck her in the arse, like he had fucked the blonde earlier.

He watched them put on a show for him, where they rubbed their pussies together, something they had clearly done before.

They did 69 for him, while he stroked his cock, but he wasn’t allowed to cum unless they said so and they played with each other while they looked at him.

He said he was tired and going to bed and they seemed disappointed, thinking he wanted them to leave, but he dismissed that idea when he invited them to join him.

They accepted and all three of them climbed into bed, and the girls made sure he was in the middle and the blonde turned his back on him but made sure he was near her, while the brunette put her head on his chest and held onto him.

But he didn’t get much sleep.

He was woken by the sensation of two hands on his hard cock and with two bodies rubbing against him, with one pair of lips kissing his neck and the other doing the same to his nipple.

There was some giggling and he could feel the warmth and softness and hardness of two bodies around him.

“Want to build a bridge, mister?” said the blonde.

“She wants your cum inside her, but don’t worry, we will do all the work.”

They pulled him down into the centre of the bed and before he knew it he had the blonde squatting on his face, holding his head, sliding her wet pussy over his tongue. She was addictive and he loved her taste.

Meanwhile, the brunette gave his cock a few quick long sucks and was soon squatting on his cock and riding him. She rode him with long hard strokes before she quickened the pace, and she was so wet and so tight.

They were both letting out muffled little sighs as they used him to satisfy their own naked desires. Soon the brunette was grinding hard on him and he came inside her just as she was doing the same.

The blonde soon followed and was rubbing her clit all over his face as he licked her up and she came over his face. They both moved up to his face to lick it clean of her cum and the three of them took it in turns to kiss each other.

This time they both slept on his chest and he had his arms wrapped around them, resting on their delightful arses. The next time he was woken up was with the two them under the covers, taking it in turns to suck him off.

One would suck his cock, while the other wanked it into the others mouth. He didn’t move, but soon his legs were shaking and he was cumming again but he had no idea in whose mouth he had cum in.

He could hear the giggles as they clearly kissed under the covers and away from his view and were sharing his cum between themselves. They all fell asleep again and it was him who woke up first.

Surprisingly, he was rock hard when he woke up and stirred by the memories and the images in his brain of last night. He saw the brunette’s arse first and moved her so he could slide into her from behind as they spooned.

A few slaps of her arse and hard strokes and she was awake, then he moved onto the blonde and fucked her missionary to wake her up. Then he put their faces together, straddled them and they woke up to the sight of him wanking over their faces.

The brunette was shocked, but the blonde responded in typical fashion by sticking her tongue out and smiling at him. He was wanking furiously and looking at them each in turn.

“Cum on our faces, mister,” said the blonde, as they both opened their mouths and stuck their tongues out waiting for his cum. It didn’t take long for him to cum but there was no shower, or anything, he was pretty much spent.

The whole weekend was pretty much spent in the same vein and they never left the house, there was a bath, a massage, plenty of alcohol drunk and dirty sex. They walked around his place naked, danced naked and ate and drank naked.

He loved their freedom and willingness to try anything and desire to learn about their bodies and sex and, of course, love. He told them that he loved them both and they cooed at him in the cutest way.

They told him they felt the same, with the brunette declaring her love for him while he was fucking her and taking her arse and breaking it for the first time. The blonde whispered it in his ear as he fucked her on the kitchen side, while the brunette was asleep on the sofa.

She also told him she was the best fuck she had had and was the dirtiest and most perverted man she had met. She told him he was perfect, in every way, for her.

The following months would be more of the same, with the three of them becoming inseparable and consumed by each other. He gave them free reign of his place, giving them keys and they, in return, took care of him.

They cooked and cleaned for him, they read his books, listened to his music and soaked up everything he had to offer them. They kept nothing from each other, were consumed with each other and were happy.

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