#our little 🦌

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[vzajemnik]

can i please get any other hobbies besides this fucking guy. what is wrong with me

[horrorlesbians]

laying in my little gingham swimsuit in the backyard, drinking a coke and listening to the born to die album. guess a coquette girl possessed me

[derpinette]

i am like the opposite of a germophobe i hate sterility more than anything

[kyeomyun]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS MADE ME SO SOFT IM SAD

how seventeen deal with their s/o crying on their period

requested by @weird-bookworm

notes: everyone really likes the period reactions lmao. tw for menstruation symptoms, reader therefore has a uterus

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seungcheol, seungkwan

is genuinely blinking tears out of his eyes when you come to him in tears telling him it just hurts so much. buries you into his embrace and lets you cry for as long as you want to. will totally be willing to listen and let you rant, either about the thing that's made you emotional or about the fact that the world is gonna end soon if humanity keeps on destroying the environment as much as they're doing right now. definitely ends up crying with you, and now you're both a sobbing mess but it's okay because you'll end the day all soft and in need of comfort, curling up on the sofa and watching your favourite shows until you both feel better again

jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo, minghao

sososo worried when he finds you in your bed, crying your eyes out while watching a video. thinks that something terrible has happened to you or that someone's said something, and he will seriously call in seungcheol to come fight whoever hurt you if you don't tell him within ten seconds. coddles you and pets your hair and offers to buy you chocolate and bury you under cushions and pull up a bath for you. will do anything to stop your tears, whether that be by embarrassing himself and making you laugh or by hugging you and kissing away your tears until you stop crying because god forbid his darling has to be sad for a minute longer

junhui, hoshi, chan

tripping over every possible surface to rush to you with a box of tissues the moment he hears you begin to sob. has definitely vaulted over the sofa before to get to you when you suddenly appeared in the doorway with tears in your eyes. is worried beyond belief, puffs his chest and goes "who do i need to fight 😤" while you cry into the tissues he's handing you. you go "me" and he's all "??? i'm not fighting you what's wrong???". might be a bit confused, but definitely has his arms ready for you to fall into when you descend into sobs again. needs to be reminded every time that your period can cause these periods of intense emotions where you just suddenly start crying, but he gets an A+ for how he deals with it. 

woozi, mingyu, dokyeom, hansol

starts making fake-crying noises when you suddenly burst into tears. it makes you laugh and hit him for making fun of you before you then promptly starting to cry even harder because it's not funny he shouldn't make fun of you you're seriously really upset :((( properly consoles you after making fun tho, and makes those cooing noises and wrapping you in his arms and petting your hair. he's still laughing while trying to help you calm down tho. asks you if there's anything you need, if there's anything you want him to do, and tells you of course he's gonna do everything his baby wants, anything at all

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[shinyshade8026]

i'm not talking to you, alice. let me talk to shade. /nbr

'm savin' it a break down. Normally it'd be Liz or J doin' this, but Liz's worried sick 'bout her best friend, and J is comfortin' Shade herself.

I ain't sure what my proper job is 'ere, but I can at least help the others with their jobs.

[hazyhund]

How a Deer is Born ✨🦌

a funky little comic concept me and my friend Icarus came up with after our visit to the deer park in Wisconsin Dells.

[queenariesofnarnia]

never underestimate the bunny

gif not mine!

wc: 642ish

Alastor x f!bunny!reader

warnings: tiny amount of violence, some verbal harassment( not from alastor), a wee bit of blood, and a mildly suggestive ending

🦌❤️ You were a sweetheart no doubt about it and none of your friend s doing out what landed you in hell. Especially as a bunny demon, everyone believed they had to protect you. Until one day you and Angel were out shopping.

“Toots you should get the red dress! it made ya smile sparkle” Angel told you as you tried on a new article of clothing. “Only if you get the matching black skirt with me!” you tell him laughing and he joins in. As you finished up shopping and began to stroll back to the hotel a group of sinners started pestering you. “Come here little bunny” one creep said “I bet you’d make a pretty little fuck toy” another yelled out. You grip your bags continuing on your way. Angel ignoring the thirst thrown his way since he was used to it. Until another one of them yelled at you. “Don’t be a bitch and let us breed you little bunny” the third one yelled. Huffing you place your bags in Angel’s hands. Your ear twitching in annoyance. “Angel be a doll and just head back. I’ll catch up” you instruct your friend. He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind but you gave him a nod of reassurance. You turn around facing the men before pulling a gun out your small purse shooting each man in their dick before pouncing on them ripping into them. Once you were through you placed your gun back in your purse turning away from the bodies to make your way back to the hotel. Angel witnessed it all, once you pulled your gun out he didn’t want to miss a chance to see you fight. “You got some blood on you toots” he gestures to your dress that was now stained. You shrug and laugh it off together. Making jokes about it until you walk through the doors. You receive a normal greeting from everyone until charlie screams. “You’re covered in blood!” she’s pointing at your dress. you just nod at her reaction. “Are you hurt?” Vaggie asked looking you over. “It’s not my blood” you tell them calmly. “Ya should’ve seen it.Cottontail here knows how to hold her own” Angel praises setting the bags by the couch before heading to the bar to bother Husk. He begins telling Husk the story as you head upstairs, you notice a shadow following you and don’t mind it until you get to your room. “You can come in but no telling Alastor if you see more than you should” you joke with the shadow. “Don’t tell me what cher?” the beautiful static voice reaches your ears as he appears in your room. “Well Alastor I was telling your shadows they may not inform you if they see more of me than they should.” you tell him with a smile. “Now my dear bunny, what is the fun in that hmmm?” he asks you stepping closer taking your appearance in. “Might I say you look like quite the dish covered in blood” he compliments his smile not leaving his face. “They probably would’ve tasted awful” you tell him jokingly. it made him genuinely laugh, it’s a rare sound you had the pleasure of hearing. “I’m sure you’re absolutely right my dear. I overheard our lovely spider friend telling dear ol’ Husker how you handled the scum who accosted you.” he steps closer to you caging you in between the dresser and his body. you are place your hands on his chest smiling up at him. “Your’e looking at me like I’m your next meal darling” your voice soft, the term of endearment slipping past your lips with ease. “With the way you look cher. You might be” he places a light kiss on your shoulder before giving you space. “Just say the word”

a/n: here’s pt 2 that no one asked for but i felt like doing :)

[frogchiro]

hhmmmmmggghh need pathetic horny arthur jerking off to thoughts of reader and cumming and cumming until he can’t cum anymore and then just laying there tossing and turning all night

half of it is from guilt over fantasizing about a young woman who he should know would never want an ugly violent bastard like him (or so he thinks 👀), the other half is just sheer desperation for someone to love him and keep him warm at night 💔

—🦌 anon

He may be pathetic and old and horny but that's how we like our men here </3

Poor Arthur won't be able to sleep at night, just tossing and turning, guilt ridden and his poor heart squeezing anytime he glances at the soiled cloths next to him. What is he even doing? Thinking about you, the newest addition to the Van der Linde Gang; a young, proper lady who wanted freedom, whose parents got killed and had nowhere to go and it was just your luck to run into them.

And here he was; Arthur Morgan, reduced to nothing but a simpering fool, getting horny like a boy because the buttons of your blouse were unbuttoned and showed your cleavage, an image that was burned into his mind and ultimately resulted in the mess next to him.

Just a few hours ago he was drowning in mind-numbing pleasure, jerking his fat cock to the thoughts of you here, with him, in his tent where you two would keep each other warm and safe; no risks, no heists, just two people so deep in love that nobody could even tell where one began and where the other ended.

Arthur kept imagining an idyllic life with you, one where you could leave the outlaw life, retire, have your own little piece of Heaven on a quiet farm somewhere far away. Where he could bend you over anywhere he wanted, take you by the hips and mount you silly until both of you were screaming from pleasure.

A life where he could be your big, strong, loving husband who is more than happy to protect you, care for you and provide for you...You and maybe even a sweet little babbling baby on your hip?

But then after he cums with a muffled groan, when his breath and raging hormones settle does he finally get the clarity in his head he needs and...Everything suddenly just seems so pointless.

He is so so guilty because he truly believes that he doesn't deserve you, of course he doesn't. You're still young, have your whole life ahead in front of you, your sweet smiles making even the darkest clouds over his mind go away. You always seem to just...gravitate towards each other, whenever either of you seems to feel under the weather you just kind of find each other. These are the times where Arthur doesn't feel old, sick or like a outlaw anymore, he just feels...good. Whenever you talk with him, joke with him, laugh until tears fall from your pretty eyes at his terrible jokes Arthur feels like he's the happiest man alive...It's a real shame that you probably don't feel the same...

...Or do you?

[fraugwinska]

I'm dying to see you write Alastor opening up to Reader about his mom, maybe a little angst and lots of fluff? (- v -)''

WE NEED THAT MOMMAS BOY GETTING SOME COMFORT!

Finally Anon, I found the strengh to write this. Sorry it took so long - I hope it was worth the wait! Next story will be less sad, I promise! :'< But I think we can all find some love for our Mommas Boy today, right? (Prepare your handkerchiefs, fellas...)

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Mother O'Mine

Not the kitchen. Not the lobby. Not the bar. Not the radio tower. Not his room.

You sighed and stilled for a moment, thinking of a place where he could've gone.

If Angel had just shut his damn mouth. Mother's day was a shit day for everyone in the hotel. You, who never knew a mother, raising yourself in the farce that had been the foster care system, rued the day. Charlie was still in denial about her mothers blatant absence and ignorance, Husk melancholic and tense at the memory of seeing his mother being exterminated shortly after reuniting with her in hell, and Vaggie bitterly wanted to ignore the holiday all together, feeling as though she would be betraying the mother she could no longer reach in heaven as a fallen angel.

Angel had been pissing them all off by breakfast, obnoxiously mocking their various reasons of why this day felt even heavier than others in hell. You knew it was his own way of coping with his mommy issues - something he didn't even talk about with Husk, as far as you knew, but he bordered on being not only menacing, but outright cruel.

Alastor had listened to his rambling stoically, flipping eggs while drinking his coffee with not much more than an annoyed twitch in his brow, but then the spider made the gruesome mistake to mention her.

Alastor's mom.

"What, 'ya think any of 'ya mothers could even look at 'ya without punchin' themselves? Come on, look me in the eyes and tell me Bambi's mommy wouldn't be fuckin' disappointed by what her little fawn has become... Can ya really see a sweet southern lady all happy, lovin', and coddling ol' murder-clown Alas..."

The green explosion came faster than you could blink. You were frozen in place, only staring in fear and worry when Angel landed unceremoniously into the table with the rest of the breakfast, the other residents as shocked and dazed as you were, while the radio static and greenish-black shadows seeped away from Alastor who then swiftly made his way out without a word, holding his staff while his tendrils bristled dangerously.

Alastor had vanished and the only thought coming to your mind - after giving a cursing, groaning Angel a righteous 'You fucking deserved that'-speech - was that you needed to find him before the princess did to make sure the demon had calmed enough not to finally lose it and maul her to pieces. Charlie meant well, but she didn't know. No one did know, except for you, and even you only knew so much.

It's not like it had been an elaborate talk. It just happened, after a nightmare that made him tear up in a mixture of rage and sorrow, a bad memory that had made his shadow basically drag you, half asleep still, from your bed to his in the middle of the night. Why you? You weren't so sure. Alastor usually preferred your company more than the others just because you were the most neutral, sane person in the hotel. Some would even say impassive. An introvert who didn't draw attention, silent and observing. But not once had his shadow ever acted up around you, and while it wasn't overly friendly with anyone, it seemed to watch mostly you with curious glances and interested hisses. When you had finally woken up enough to comprehend your situation, you were sprawled across Alastors stomach with his arms wound so tightly around you you struggled to breathe, strained mumbled words pressed through gritted teeth into your nightgown.

"Mother... I'm sorry... Oh mother..."

He had been sobbing into your shoulders and and shaking against your chest while he let go of a strange anger and grief he never seemed to get rid of while you had, confused but worried, whispered words of comfort in a hushed, soothing voice until you both dozed back to sleep. Morning broke, and when you opened your eyes again, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, not able to look you in the eyes. He had thanked you, gruffly and with an unsteady voice that made your heart ache, before offering his hand to teleport you back to your room. As far as you were concerned, the weirdest of it was that you felt him caress the palm of your hand with his thumb, barely audible as he mumbled that "that should have never have happened, and we shall never speak of it again." - he was usually a gentleman, and he never touched you this intimately before - but, to him, it was obviously a humiliating and horrible thing that you had witnessed him like that.

And you didn't speak of it. No one knew, and you intended to keep it that way. It was a moment you shared and fragile trust was on the table. You would take it to your second grave, along with all those feelings that had come with it, to prevent it from breaking.

Back to the present, you sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose. You had checked all the obvious places that crossed your mind, so maybe, you should start to look at the not-so-obvious ones... Maybe some place you knew was connected to... His mom...

A sudden pang hit you as you got an idea of where he might be hiding.

"Is this seat taken?"

The roof of the hotel was usually restricted from access, due to the general instability and collapse-prone architecture it presented, but you and (after an admittedly awkward encounter on a hot day that had involved you in a two-pieced swimsuit sunbathing and a very flustered Alastor with a book in one and a severed hand on a plate in the other hand) the radio demon knew about a small nook between the roof's overhead window frames and the hotel's ventilation system, hidden by the growing shadow of the radio tower where no one else ever came looking. A hideout, a place to go when you wanted undisturbed solitude. You had quickly left the place, apologizing for intruding a space that Alastor had apparently already claimed for himself (explaining the existence of the lounge chair you've so rudely used), but soon enough he discreetly invited you back, second chair added, to sit in silence together every once in a while, as long as you swore secrecy. It became a place of comfort for both of you, a retreat when life in the hotel got too stressful.

Alastor's reaction to seeing you was a quickly stifled hum before going back to staring stubbornly at the horizon. He looked dejected, and if you would not have known him so well, you wouldn't have noticed the trembling twitch of his ears nor the way his claw tapped impatiently against his knee, his shadow balled in on itself while hovering at the edge of the small roof.

It looked like he was staring straight through the distant buildings of the pentagram to the faintly illuminated orb that was heaven next to hells own sun, while also refusing to acknowledge you or the world around him at all. His smile had slipped into an emotionless line of pursed lips.

"That depends" he mused quietly. "Are you here to make me return to that insolent arachnid and attempt a 'healing' conversation?"

"I think you know I know that I couldn't even if i wanted to." You tried a weak smile.

Alastor briefly met your eyes at that, giving away that, despite his aloof act, your comment got his attention and he considered it before turning back to the horizon, the tense posture relaxing somewhat. A brief silence passed until he hummed an affirmative noise. "Then you may sit, darling."

After sitting down, minutes passed without a word said. The distant roar of the bustling traffic carried the muffled sounds of hell with the usual maelstrom of catcalling, profanities and general noises of mayhem to you, while you fought to keep a certain twitch in your hands as you counted the beats of his heels clicking on the tiles.

"You must know... my mother was a rare light in a world of filth." he declared suddenly into the silence. "An honest, virtuous soul of beauty and strength." He said it slowly and, surprisingly, completely unamused, the clacking of his shoes ceasing at once. He stared at the city in contempt, hands clasped together and resting on his legs to hold back a tremble that you caught anyway.

"She, unlike me, had not a spec of corruption in her bones. Wherever she found the warmth and love she shared with me, I cannot fathom. But she did. I may have been mocked and shunned by the world, the bastard child of a black woman and a white man, but I always had her as my home to return to.” The knuckles on his hands turned white. “But the cruelty of life and the disgusting human that was my father, the unbearable excuse of a man, killed her before I was grown enough to help. Before I was old enough to kill that monster myself." He spat the words, claws digging deeper until a faint trickle of blood could be seen. "I remedied that circumstance, twice to be exact, although it couldn't make up for what was lost. Nothing I did to him could make up for it..." his smile widened bitterly as his face twitched, recalling a fond, yet regretful memory. "… and believe me, I tried. But it was cathartic nonetheless, and quite educational... for my further career."

You stayed quiet and studied his profile, patiently waiting for him to continue talking. It was painfully obvious how hard it was for him to speak about actual feelings, with his tense grin and his white knuckles dripping with crimson blood.

"I knew, of course, where I would end up after my demise, and that I would never be able to see her again. Because I was sure she'd end up in heaven, like the saint she was. Is." He cleared his throat, attempting to appear dismissive, but you saw it. The sadness, the longing, the resignation, and it shattered your heart.

"Alastor...", you knew he hated physical touch, but your hand reached out on its own, to stop his hands from ripping themselves apart. He stiffened at the contact, but said nothing.

"Don't tell me you took what Angel said to heart..."

"How could my mother love me after what I've become after her death?"

His tone was monotonous, but his hands trembled under your fingers. He refused to look at you, but you saw his eyes, glazed with wetness that threatened to turn into actual tears. How he could still smile was beyond you, you had your theories on that, but that wasn't important right now. What mattered was that he was hurting, and that fact broke your heart. You never knew motherly love, how could you really miss something you never really knew? But Alastor did, and it had been ripped from him in the must cruel way, the impact of it so hard it made him even question the very foundation it was built upon.

You moved your hand from his to cup his cheek and turn his face to yours. His expression was blank, and if it weren't for the tight grin and the eyes filled with an unspeakable anguish, it would have been an emotionless stare.

"Alastor, do you know the poem Mother O'Mine?"

"I'm afraid the memory of it fails me, darling."

"Then, I'll recite it for you."

"Why?"

You gave him a sad smile.

"Because I want to."

He eyed you with stunned curiosity as you reached into your pocket, glad for once for your mostly useless power. You've only told Husk about it, in one of your late nights where everyone else was asleep aside him and your insomnia got the better of you, drunk and as a bargaining chip for one last gin tonic.

The blank piece of paper was a bit crumpled, but it would do. You started to fold it while you spoke, your voice sounded soft and almost like a spell.

"If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

Your fingers moved with a solemn purpose as you folded the paper this way and that, a skill you perfected out of boredom over the years, the edges turning into an elegant shape, the poem coming from your mouth like a song. Alastor watched your hands move in a trance, not sure what you were doing, but too focused on the faint glow of purple around them to ask.

"If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

There in your hand, sat a little origami bird. It wasn't anything special, maybe a traditional crane would have been better, more elegant, but you were out of practice and for what you intended to do it would work either way. Carefully you reached out, silently demanding for one of Alastor's hands that were still digging into each other. He didn't protest, and slowly raised it to give his hand to you. The tips of his claws were covered in a thin, fresh layer of his own blood, and his skin was warm and slightly clammy. You put the little paper bird on his palm, a speck of his blood staining the bottom of the pristine white paper, and closed his fingers around it, holding it in both of yours.

"If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine."

His enclosed hand in your own was encased in purple light, with wide eyes he followed the soft tugs of your fingers and opened his hand. The little paper bird flapped it's wings on his flat palm, looking at him for a heartbeat before taking off and flew in a singular circle around his head before it headed into hells deep red sky, towards the bright heavenly sphere. You watched it until it vanished completely from view, hoping there was a possibility that maybe, with a bit of luck, it would find it's way to her.

"This, Alastor, is what a real mother is. She loves you, I'm sure of it. Always has and always will."

Tears fell silently on his lap, a strangled, coarse breath escaping him. Without warning, he pulled you from your chair into him, holding you pressed close to him. Just like in the night of his nightmare, his face was buried in your chest, arms wound tightly around you in a hurting embrace and shoulders trembling with suppressed grief. His grip was bordering on painful, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying one of your hands in his hair, stroking gently while you let him quietly cry into your shoulder, not caring that the wetness of his tears was soaking through the fabric of your shirt. You felt his heart beating rapidly, his pulse erratic and his breathing fast.

"I miss her. Oh, how I miss her."

You held him tighter.

"I know, Al... I know."

You didn't know how long you two stayed like this, him in your arms and crying silently while you tried your best to comfort him, but you didn't care. As far as you were concerned, you would stay here forever if it only meant to lift this weight for a little while from his shoulders.

It took him some time, but eventually his breathing evened out, and he calmed down, his hold becoming less desperate and more... affectionate. You didn't realize it at first, but he had moved, his head resting under your chin and his forehead leaning against the hollow of your throat, his antlers slightly poking the thin skin. It felt strangely intimate, and you wondered if he was aware of what he was doing, but the moment he moved to get up and leave, you knew the spell was broken. He didn't let go of you entirely, but instead helped you to stand up and held your hand, his gaze firmly planted to the ground, avoiding your eyes.

"Darling, I..."

"Don't worry, Alastor. Although I'm glad I was able to be here when it happened... we shall never speak of this again."

You could feel his hesitation, a strange nervousness radiating from him. His shadow hovered next to him, a hand reaching out towards your face. You smiled at it, and, just for a brief moment, allowed yourself to lean into it's warm, buzzing touch as it caressed your cheek, before you turned and made your way back inside without a glance back to the sudden sound of a longing hum.

[vzajemnik]

LOVE IS REAL AND I MAY BE TALKING ABOUT A LITERAL LIVING BREATHING MAN BUT LOVE IS LITERALLY REAL I DONT EVEN CARE HES A MAN ANYMORE. MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS WHO IS SO MEAN TO ME JUST MESSAGED ME FIRST❤️LOVE IS REAL.

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 & 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Matt, Chris, and Y/N are nestled on the couch, absorbed in their movie marathon. As the film continues, Chris proposes a new twist to their evening by suggesting a game where Y/N has to stay completely silent while they try to make her react to their touch. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Chris and Matt begin their playful attempts, their touches and teasing becoming more intimate and flirtatious.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬. Matt rested his arm on the back of the couch behind my shoulders while Chris leaned back with his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of us. The three of us had settled in for a movie marathon, the quiet hum of the television providing a familiar background noise. It was all rather comfortable and domestic, until Chris suddenly spoke up.

“Hey, I have an idea,” he said, looking over at us with a smirk on his face. Matt shifted slightly, turning his gaze to Chris with an eyebrow raised.

Matt shot a look at Chris, rolling his eyes before replying. “Whatever it is, it's probably going to be stupid,” he said, a hint of skepticism in his tone.

Chris chuckled, unfazed by Matt's skepticism. “Oh come on, it's going to be fun.” He leaned in closer to me, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Y/N, I have a challenge for you.”

I turned my attention towards Chris, my curiosity piqued. “A challenge?” I echoed, my eyes flickering between him and Matt.

Chris smirked, his gaze locking onto mine. “Yeah, I want to see how long you can stay silent while we try to make you react to our touch,” he said, his voice taking on a low, challenging tone.

Matt shot Chris a disapproving look, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Chris, no, let's not do that,” he protested, shaking his head.

Chris rolled his eyes at Matt's response, not backing down. “C'mon, Matt, it'll be fun,” he retorted, a hint of mischief in his tone. “It's like being tickled, just a game.”

Matt still looked dubious, his eyes flickering towards me before returning to Chris. “I don't know if it's a good idea,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “We don't want to make her uncomfortable or anything.”

I couldn't help but be intrigued by Chris's proposal. It sounded like a bit of harmless fun, afterall. Besides, I didn't think they could actually make me react. I turned towards Chris, a confident smirk on my face. “Alright, I accept the challenge. I'm sure I can keep silent no matter what you do.”

Chris's smirk widened at my response, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh really? You think you can handle it?” he taunted, his gaze locked onto mine.

Matt shot me a worried glance, his eyes narrowing as he looked between me and Chris. “Are you sure about this?” he cautioned, his voice laced with concern.

I nodded my head firmly, determination in my eyes. “I'm sure,” I replied confidently.

Matt sighed, looking unconvinced but reluctantly giving in. “Fine,” he relented, his gaze flicking between me and Chris. “Just... tell us to stop if it gets too much, alright?”

I nodded in agreement, my body tense with anticipation. Chris and Matt exchanged a brief glance before their hands reached for me. They started softly at first, their fingers gently caressing my sides, their touch light and teasing. I couldn't help but squirm a little, fighting back the laugh that threatened to escape my lips.

They stopped their tickling, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Chris looked at me, a smirk on his face as he asked, “Think you can keep going?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for more. Then, with a stubborn nod, I signaled that I was ready. They resumed their tickling, this time digging in a little deeper. The sensation was more intense now, making me bite my lip to hold back a laugh.

Once again, they paused, their hands drawing away from my sides. Chris's voice was low, almost sultry, as he asked, “How can we make you lose?”

I took a shaky breath, trying to regain my composure, when suddenly I felt Chris lean in closer to me. His head was near my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I have an idea,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he spoke, his voice a low, sultry murmur. “How about we try this instead hmm?” he repeated, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

His head was still near my neck, but now his lips ghosted over my skin, tracing a soft, feather-light path along my jawline. The sensation was unlike anything I had felt before, a mix of tickling and teasing that sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

As I was reeling from the sensation of Chris's touches, I felt another hand on my thigh. I looked down to see Matt's hand gently caressing my skin, his touch firm but tender.

I looked over at Matt, my eyes meeting his for a moment. His eyes were dark, his gaze locked on me as his hand continued its steady, deliberate movement.

Matt's hand continued its steady movement on my thigh, his touch sending tingles through my body. “We can stop now, just say the word,” he said, his voice laced with an undercurrent of desire.

I shook my head slightly, my body still buzzing from the sensations. “No,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Keep going.”

As Chris's lips continued their slow, deliberate descent towards my neck, and Matt's hand still roaming across my thigh, I couldn't deny it anymore— I was enjoying this. The sensations were like nothing I had ever experienced before, a delicious mix of pleasure and torment that was driving me wild.

As Chris's kisses on my neck continued, they were suddenly joined by another pair of lips— Matt's. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. His lips were gentle, almost reverent, as they moved against mine.

I was instantly lost in the sensation, my head spinning as I felt two mouths working their magic on me at the same time.

As Matt reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, I was greeted by a new sensation— the feeling of Chris's hand on my face. He had turned my head to face him, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that was almost mesmerizing.

Without a word, without any preamble, his lips were on mine, his kiss rough and demanding. It was like he was pouring all his desire and hunger into a single, searing moment of connection.

As Chris continued to kiss me, his tongue seeking entry, I felt another set of hands on my shirt, pulling it down to reveal my shoulder. Matt's mouth found the exposed flesh, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of kisses and nips across my skin. My senses were on overload, the dual sensations of Chris's relentless kisses and Matt's exploring mouth overwhelming me.

I felt myself becoming increasingly lost in the sensations building up within me. I was being consumed by the heat, the desire, the need that was building with every kiss, every touch. Chris broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

Chris's hand trailed down my body, his fingers tracing a fiery path along my skin until he reached the hem of my shirt. He tugged gently at the fabric, his eyes flickering towards Matt for a brief moment.

Matt, still nuzzling my neck, caught Chris's signal and his own hand joined the fray. Together, their hands slowly started to pull my shirt up and off of me, exposing more and more of my skin to their hungry gazes.

As my shirt fell to the floor, discarded and forgotten, I felt a flush of heat creeping up my chest, spreading across my skin like wildfire. The cool air of the room hit my bare skin, making me shiver slightly as both Chris and Matt's gazes roamed over me, their eyes taking in every inch of my exposed body.

Chris's lips were firm and insistent as they made their way down my collarbones, stopping to give sharp little nips on my skin. Meanwhile, Matt had pulled me into a kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, stealing my breath away.

The sensations were overwhelming, my body caught between the rough, almost feral kisses from Chris and the more restrained, careful kisses from Matt. It was a delicious contradiction, a maddening mix of tenderness and aggression that had me reeling.

Chris's hands and lips continued their journey down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of love bites and kisses on my chest. Each bite stung deliciously, a sharp pain that was soon soothed by his gentle tongue, his mouth working to ease the hurt and turn it into pure pleasure.

As I moaned into Matt's mouth, lost in the sensation, I heard Chris let out a low chuckle. I turned to see him wearing a smug, self-satisfied smirk, the sound of my pleasure confirming his suspicion that he had won the challenge.

He leaned in close to my ear, his voice a low, sultry whisper. “Looks like we won, ma,” he said, his breath hot against my skin.

As Chris whispered in my ear, his voice still laced with a hint of triumph, he didn’t hesitate to continue. “But now let's see if you can handle us both in something else,” he murmured, his tone suggesting a playful challenge.

I could feel both of them shifting position, their bodies pressing closer to mine, surrounding me from both sides. I was trapped between them, their touch becoming more demanding, more intense.

As I felt myself being surrounded by Matt and Chris, their bodies closing in on me from both sides, I heard a soft, sultry voice in my ear.

“Think you can handle both of us, sweetheart?” Matt whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

My body quivered at his words, a shiver running down my spine. I could feel their presence on either side of me, their touch a constant buzz of electricity that sent my senses spinning.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. “I can take it,” I said, my voice firm but laced with a hint of trembling.

Chris's voice was low and appreciative as he heard my response. “Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

Matt and Chris both latched onto my neck at the same time, their mouths claiming the sensitive skin there. The sensation was overwhelming, their tongues and teeth working in tandem to leave a trail of kisses, nips, and bites on my flesh.

I reached my hands up, grasping their heads and pulling them closer to my neck. My fingers dug into their hair, holding them tight against me as they left a trail of kisses and teasing bites on my skin.

Their lips and tongue's moved hungrily over my throat, their hands roaming over my body, their touches growing more and more possessive with each passing moment.

It was the kind of bold, dominant move that was typical of Chris. He grabbed my hand, his grip firm, and placed it on his bulge, letting me feel the hardness straining against his jeans.

I was so engrossed in the sensation of Matt's lips on my neck that I barely registered Chris's hand guiding mine to his crotch. I felt the heat and hardness through his jeans, a stark contrast to the gentle kisses Matt was planting on my skin.

Chris's breath hitched as he spoke, his voice low and husky. “Look what you do to me,” he muttered, his eyes locked onto ours with a mix of frustration and desire. His hand tightened around mine, urging me to squeeze his bulge, to feel the extent of his arousal.

Chris's hand, still entwined with mine, slid up to his chest, encouraging me to explore. “Don't be shy to touch us” he murmured.

With a newfound boldness, I reached out with both hands, one for Chris and one for Matt. I gently squeezed their hardened forms through their jeans, eliciting groans from them both. Chris's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing growing heavier with each touch.

Matt threw his head back against the couch, a low moan escaping his lips. Chris's face contorted with pleasure, his jaw clenched, and a deep, guttural groan resonated from his chest.

I stood up, my heart racing with excitement, and quickly removed the rest of my clothing— the comfy sweats and underwear. Feeling bold and eager, I sat back down in the middle of Chris and Matt, my naked body sandwiched between their clothed forms.

I leaned in, closing the short distance between Chris and myself, placing a tender kiss on his lips. A wave of desire washed over us as our bodies pressed closer together. Breaking the connection, I turned to Matt and repeated the action, feeling the same spark of attraction ignite within me.

My hands found their way to the hems of their shirts, my fingers toying with the fabric. I looked at Chris, then at Matt, silently asking for permission. They both nodded eagerly, their eyes filled with anticipation.

I slowly began to lift their shirts, revealing toned abdominal muscles. Chris helped me, pulling his shirt off completely and tossing it aside. Matt followed suit, their bare chests now on full display, rising and falling with their heavy breaths.

My lips found Chris's neck, kissing and sucking on his warm skin. My right hand, however, reached for Matt's belt, slowly unbuckling it. I wanted to ensure that neither of them felt left out, that both were engaged and desired equally.

As I continued to kiss Chris's neck, my other hand reached out to run through his hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands. Meanwhile, my hand on Matt's belt worked to free him from his pants, my fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper.

Once I had managed to free Matt from his pants, my hand wandered down, sliding underneath the fabric of his boxers and gently stroking him. My lips parted and my breaths became shallow, causing soft moans to escape as I continued to explore Chris' neck with my mouth.

Chris and Matt let out soft moans, their bodies reacting to the touch and attention. Chris, feeling my lips on his neck, turned his head slightly, his mouth seeking mine. I reached out, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, all while continuing to stroke Matt through his boxers.

As I began to pull away from Chris, his mouth chasing after mine, I found myself suddenly pressed against Matt's lips. Our kiss was just as passionate as the one with Chris had been, my hand still working him with slow, deliberate strokes.

I pulled back from Matt, my breath hitching as I reached for Chris's belt, my eyes locked onto his. However, before I could even begin to unbuckle it, Matt grabbed my head, turning my face towards him and capturing my lips once more, his kisses urgent and demanding

I gasped into the kiss, my fingers trembling as I tried to continue unbuckling Chris's belt. As we continued to kiss, Matt's grip on my head tightened, holding me in place as he plundered my mouth.

Finally, I managed to free Chris's belt from the loops of his jeans. He didn't waste any time and quickly shoved them down, revealing his growing arousal. I reached out with my fingers, lightly tracing them over his length, eliciting a low moan from him.

“Please,” Chris groaned, his voice laced with desperation. Matt's grip on my head tightened briefly before he released me, allowing me to turn my attention to Chris fully. I wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard flesh, pumping my hand slowly as I leaned in to kiss his chest.

I stroked both Chris and Matt's lengths simultaneously, my hand moving up and down in a slow, deliberate motion. Chris's moans grew louder as I tightened my grip, while Matt's eyes rolled back in bliss, his hands reaching out to grasp my arms. “Fuck, yeah,”

Chris managed to gasp out, his hips bucking slightly into my hand. Matt, still holding onto my arms, pulled me closer, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss. I continued to stroke them both, my movements becoming faster and more urgent as the tension in the room reached a boiling point.

I dropped to my knees in front of Matt, his thick length springing free from his boxers. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently as I began to stroke Chris's shaft with my free hand. Matt's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my head as he started to thrust into my mouth.

“Oh god, yes... That's it, just like that,” Matt panted, his grip on my hair tightening. His words spurred me on, and I took more of him into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down in rhythm with my hand stroking Chris.

“Please... Please, don't stop,” Matt begged, his voice hoarse. But I ignored his pleas, instead focusing on Chris. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, bobbing my head up and down as I continued to pump Matt with my hand.

Matt's breathing grew shallow, his hips jerking as he reached his peak. He spilled into my hand with a hoarse moan, his body shuddering with release. Meanwhile, Chris's moans grew louder, his voice thick with desire. “You're... you're gonna make me... Oh god...”

I squeezed Matt's cock, milking every last drop of his climax from him as I continued to suck Chris off. Chris's moans reached a fever pitch, his hands fisting in my hair as he struggled to hold back. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Chris's release hit the back of my throat, hot and salty. I swallowed it down greedily, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. When I finally pulled off his cock, I looked up at him with a smirk. “Good?”

Chris's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he reached down to stroke my cheek with his thumb. “Perfect,” he purred, leaning down to claim my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“How about you show Matt some love now?” Chris suggested, his voice low and sultry. I rose to my feet and sauntered over to Matt, who was slumped against the couch, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction.

I straddled his lap, my hands looping around his neck as I ground my hips against his. Matt's hands gripped my thighs, his touch firm and possessive. “You're so hard for me already,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.

I reached between us and grasped Matt's thick cock, guiding it towards my entrance. I slowly sank down onto his length, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Matt's hands gripped my waist, holding me in place as his head hit the back of the couch.

“Oh god... You're so tight,” Matt hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into my flesh. I moaned softly, my nails biting into his shoulders as I continued to sink down onto him. “That's it, sweetheart... Take all of me,”

Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against the side of my neck as he whispered, “You look so pretty with Matt's cock buried inside you.” His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. His hands slid around my waist, his touch gentle as he began to massage my breasts. I whimpered, the double stimulation driving me wild. “Chris... Matt... It's... It's too much...”

“Too much is just right, isn't it?” Chris murmured, his voice dark and sultry as he continued to knead my breasts. Matt's grip on my hips tightened, his moans growing louder as I slowly lifted myself up and sank back down onto his lap. “Fuck, sweetheart...”

“He loves the way you ride him,” Chris said, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at him... He's powerless beneath you.” I glanced down at Matt, his face contorted with pleasure as he continued to moan and grip my hips. “And look at me...”

“...watching you take what's yours. You're in control, ma. Show us both just how much you can handle.” His words spurred me on, and I began to move faster, my hips rising and falling in a smooth rhythm as I took Matt deeper and deeper.

Chris leaned in and claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as Matt's grip on my hips tightened. With a final, shuddering moan, Matt buried his face in my chest and came, his whole body convulsing with the force of his release.

I moaned into Chris's mouth, the kiss breaking only when he pulled away with a smirk. I quickly turned to Matt, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth as he lay there, panting and spent.

Chris sat back down on the couch, his eyes hooded as I climbed off Matt's lap. Matt's spend spilled out as I stood up, coating his thighs and dripping onto the floor. He let out a contented sigh, his limbs heavy and relaxed. “Come here, Ma,”

Chris beckoned me over, his hand wrapped around the base of his own erection. I obeyed, straddling his lap and slowly lowering myself onto his hard length. He grunted, his hips bucking upward as he sheathed himself fully inside me. “That's it, just like that,”

I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I took Chris all the way to the root. He was thicker and longer than Matt, stretching me wider than I'd ever been before. “Chris... Fuck!” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders for support.

As Chris began to move beneath me, I rode him hard and fast. The friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. Matt lay beside us, his chest still heaving with exertion. His gaze was glazed over as he watched us intently.

Chris and I both moaned in unison, the sound echoing through the room. Our bodies slapping together with each thrust, the sight of Matt watching us only adding to the intensity. Chris reached up and grabbed my breast, squeezing it roughly as he pounded up into me. “Fuck, you're so tight!”

Chris let out a low growl as he grabbed my hips and pulled me off him, spinning me around to face the opposite direction. Matt stood up from the couch, his cock at perfect eye-level for me. I looked up at him and licked my lips before wrapping my mouth around his length.

Chris positioned himself at my entrance, and with one swift motion he thrust up inside me. I gasped around Matt's cock as Chris filled me completely. Matt let out a strangled moan and tangled his fingers in my hair as I began to bob my head up and down on him.

As Chris pumped into me from behind, I focused on Matt, taking him deep into my throat and swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip. He groaned encouragement above me, his thighs quivering with restraint. “That's it, just like that... you look so perfect like this, taking both of us...”

Chris reached around me and palmed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers in time with his thrusts. I moaned around Matt's cock, sending vibrations through him. I was overwhelmed by this wave of pleasure that washed over me and I could feel myself nearing the edge.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled scream around Matt's thickness, I shattered, my body convulsing between the two men. Chris roared behind me, burying his face in my shoulder as he came hard. Matt followed soon after, spilling into my mouth with a hoarse shout.

Chris slumped against me, his breathing hot against my neck. He pressed his lips to my skin and whispered, “Think you can handle us both in the same hole?” My eyes widened briefly, but the idea sent a thrill through my spent body.

I looked up at Matt, who was watching us with a hungry gaze, before turning my head to look at Chris. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

Could I really do it? Take both of them inside me at the same time?

“We'll go slow,” Matt promised, his voice gentle. Chris nodded in agreement, his hand sliding down to my lower abdomen possessively. “We won't hurt you,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder. I took a deep breath, considering their words, my body warming to the idea.

I nodded tentatively, trusting them despite the magnitude of what they were suggesting. Matt's face broke into a grin, while Chris let out a pleased rumble.

I carefully slipped off of Chris, my legs shaky as I got up, feeling their combined juices slipping out of me and trickling down my inner thighs. Chris, noticing my struggle, quickly stood up and swept me into his arms in a bridal style carry.

Chris carried me to Matt's bedroom, with Matt following close behind, his eyes fixed on where I was cradled in Chris's arms. Gently, Chris laid me down on Matt's bed.

Chris looked at Matt and then back at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I think we're going to need to stretch you out a bit more to fit both of us comfortably,” he said, his hands gently spreading my legs apart, showing off my vulnerable position.

As Chris spoke, his hands slowly glided down my body, caressing my curves, until they reached my hips. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone, and down my chest, his touch gentle yet electric. His fingers slowly spread my folds, exposing me to his gaze and Matt's.

Matt climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on the left side of me. He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss, as Chris continued to explore my body with his skilled hands.

Chris's fingers slowly entered me, stretching me wider as his hot mouth latched onto my peak, suckling and teasing with his tongue. I moaned into Matt's kiss, my fingers gripping Chris's hair tightly, holding him in place as the pleasure intensified.

Matt broke the kiss, his hands reaching up to fondle my breast, his thumb rubbing over my hardened nipple as Chris continued to devour my pussy. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and I found myself arching my back, pushing my breast into Matt's hand and my hips against Chris's face.

Matt took my breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple while his hand massaged my other breast. Chris, not to be outdone, added a second finger to my pussy, scissoring them apart to stretch me even further as he continued to lick and suck my clit.

I couldn't help but moan out loud, my body trembling with pleasure at the attention. Chris lifted his head, looking up at me with a wicked grin as he added a third finger to my pussy, stretching me even further.

Matt released my breast from his mouth, kissing up my neck until he reached my ear. He whispered huskily, “Do you like that, sweetheart?” I could only nod, unable to form words as the pleasure coursed through me.

Suddenly, I felt my climax approaching, and I grabbed a handful of Chris's hair, holding him in place as I pushed my hips against his face. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I screamed, my body shaking violently as I came hard, my pussy clenching around Chris's fingers.

Chris eagerly licked and sucked at my folds, cleaning up my release as I lay boneless and spent on the bed. Chris looked over at Matt with a smirk. “Want a taste?”he offered.

Matt eagerly got off the bed and knelt between my spread thighs. Chris moved out of the way, watching intently as Matt buried his face in my folds, licking and sucking until he had cleaned every last bit of my essence.

I brought my hand to Matt's hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands as he feasted on my spent flesh. Chris watched with a hungry gaze. “She tastes so sweet, doesn't she?” he remarked, his voice low and filled with desire.

Matt paused to reply, “Like honey,” before diving back in, his tongue delving into my creases and lapping at my puffy lips.

Matt finally lifted his head, his face shiny with my essence. He crawled back onto the bed and lay down behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. Chris positioned himself between my spread thighs.

Chris lifted my left leg, draping it over his shoulder as he aligned himself with my core. Matt's hands gripped my hips from behind, entering the same hole as Chris. They both slowly pushed forward, filling me completely and stretching me deliciously.

“Oh fuck, you're so deep,” I moaned, my back arching as both boys buried themselves inside me. Chris started thrusting, his hips slamming against my thigh as he pounded into me. Matt's movements were slower, his long strokes reaching deeper into my core.

Chris picked up speed with each thrust. Matt followed suit, his thick cock pistoning in and out of my dripping cunt. The dual penetration was overwhelming, and I felt like I was going to split in half. “Yes, yes, fuck me like that!”

Their movements became synchronised, both of them pushing inside me at the same time, only to pull back and push forward again together. The sensation was indescribable, a perfect harmony of pleasure that had me writhing between them. “More,” I panted,

As they continued to pound into me, I couldn't help but think about how perfectly they fit inside me. The fact that these were my best friends fucking me senselessly only added to the wrongness of it all.

It should have felt like a betrayal, a line crossed that could never be uncrossed. And yet, it felt so good, so incredibly right. Their combined heat, their dual rhythm, the way they filled me so completely— it was heaven. I bit my lip, torn between guilt and bliss.

“Look at me,” Chris growled, his hand wrapping around my chin and forcing my head up. His eyes bored into mine as they continued to thrust into me in unison. “We're best friends, and we're sharing you like this. Isn't that messed up?”

“Using you like the little slut you are,” Chris grunted, his hips snapping forward with each word. Matt's arms tightened around my waist, his hands splayed possessively over my stomach. He leaned forward, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, “You love it, don't you?”

I would've answered, but the overwhelming sensation of both of them moving inside me rendered me speechless. My mouth hung open, silent moans escaping as they continued their relentless pace.

Chris's fingers dug into my thigh, his breathing ragged as he pounded into me. “She's so tight, Matt. She's milking us both so good.” Matt's response was a low growl, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my neck.

The room was filled with the wet sound of our bodies coming together, punctuated by the slapping of skin against skin. I was a writhing mess in their arms, pleasure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.

Chris reached down, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip. “Open up,” he commanded. I parted my lips, and he slid his thumb inside my mouth. Behind me, Matt's tattooed arm came around, his fingers finding my swollen nub and rubbing in tight circles.

With every thrust, Chris pushed his thumb deeper into my mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips. Matt's skilled fingers drove me wild, the dual stimulation pushing me closer to the edge. I was moaning around Chris's thumb.

I reached down and grabbed Matt's tattooed forearm. He didn't skip a beat, his fingers continuing to tease me as I dug my nails into his skin. Chris pulled his thumb from my mouth, replacing it with his lips.

He kissed me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth in rhythm with their thrusts. I could taste myself on his lips, the saltiness spurring me on. Matt's fingers sped up, his arm taut under my grasp.

They picked up the pace, their hips slamming together in a frantic rhythm. I saw stars, my vision blurring as the pressure built to a breaking point. Chris's kiss grew more desperate, his hands gripping my face as Matt's fingers worked magic on my clit.

“Fuck, she's so tight,” Matt grunted, his fingers moving furiously. Chris broke the kiss to growl in my ear, “You're gonna cum so hard, Ma. We’re gonna fuck you until you can't walk.”

They were relentless, their filthy words and the friction of their bodies sending me spiraling over the edge. Every nerve ending was alight as my orgasm washed over me, waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I grabbed Chris's shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I convulsed between them. “Please,” I begged, my voice reduced to a whimpering mess. “More, please, Chris. Matt. Harder. Oh god, please.” My words were punctuated by moans and gasps, my body convulsing between theirs.

I kissed Chris feverishly, pouring all my passion and desperation into the kiss. Then I pulled away, turning my head to find Matt's mouth with my own. He growled against my lips, his hand coming up to grab my wrist and pull my hand back to his head.

His fingers once again finding that sensitive spot between my thighs. “You can take more, can't you, sweetheart?” he growled against my mouth.

I whimpered my affirmation, my body bucking against their touch as they continued to stretch and fill me. Their hands and mouths were everywhere, driving me to heights I'd never known. “Harder,” I panted, “Please”

“Harder... oh god, harder!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the room. The bed shook beneath us, their powerful hips snapping back and forth as they drove into me with feverish intensity. “I'm... I'm gonna... oh god, I'm gonna...”

“Cum for us, baby,” Chris murmured against my mouth, his hips bucking up as Matt's fingers pressed down. Sandwiched between them, I shattered. My back arched, my head falling back onto Matt's shoulder as I screamed out my release.

As I trembled through my orgasm, Chris and Matt didn't slow down. They kept pounding into me, their movements becoming even more frantic. I could feel them both getting close, their thrusts becoming brutal as they chased their own releases.

“Ma... so good...” Chris panted, his face buried in my neck. Matt groaned against my back, “So tight... can't... hold... back...” Their words were broken, their voices strained as they neared the edge.

“Come on, baby.” I whispered to Chris, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. I pulled him down for a hard kiss as Matt's fingers dug into my hips. With one final thrust, they both came undone.

“Fuck!” Chris cried out, his voice muffled against my mouth as he found his release. Matt's grip on my hips tightened painfully as he grunted against my back, “Shit!” The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and mutual moans as they came down from their high.

I could feel their warm releases fill me, my insides seeming to pulse with the force of their orgasms. The three of us collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and panting.

With a few final thrusts, both Chris and Matt pulled out of me, their hot breaths mingling with my own. As they did, a flood of liquid spilled out of me and onto Matt's bedsheets, the wet spot growing larger with each drip.

Chris let out a low whistle, eyeing the mess on Matt's bed. “Looks like we made a real mess of your sheets, Matt,” he chuckled. Matt groaned in response, flopping back onto the pillows with an arm thrown over his eyes. “I’ll clean them later”

I snuggled up against Matt's side, my hand reaching up to gently pry his arm off his face. “You did great” I murmured softly. He peeked open one eye, his expression lazy and content. I leaned in to kiss him gently, smiling against his lips.

He returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around me to pull me closer. “You weren't so bad yourself” he mumbled, nuzzling into my neck. Chris scooted in on the other side, sandwiching me between them.

I turned my head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to Chris's lips. He smiled against my mouth, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me against him. The three of us lay there in a tangle of arms and legs, the sound of our combined breaths filling the room.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Faun the Goat!

🦌➕🐍🟰🐐⁉️

(Not to be confused with "Shaun the Sheep.")

Made for that one Twitter trend of designing a Radioapple fankid! 📻🍎 I went with the dark haired variant because the Morningstar family already has too many blondes and I prefer to have half of both worlds when imagining them together. As the spawn of a radio host and a ringmaster (plus having a theater kid for an older sister), Faun was practically raised to perform and he chose to use his voice for comedy (influenced by his dads). But as the second heir, he's more likely to inherit LuLu Land than all of Hell, so it works out in his favor anyway. Low-key based on my little brother. Who would just barge in our room, say a godawful joke, then leave... Like wut??? 🤓

ABOUT THIS ARTSTYLE: I know it's a lot, but there's a reason I could never do a sketchbook tour. How do I even begin to explain??? When they turn out EXACTLY like this!!! This is me at my most comfortable. Making OCs. Drawing loose and self-indulgent art. Just to remind myself to have fun. So it's mostly for me. Now that he's done... Back to making my AU!

-Bubbly💙

[thesirencult]

X-MAS WITH YOUR FS.

PART 1 : UNDER

THE MISTLETOE

Kisses With Your FS

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We are in a holiday mood ladies and gents! I decided to create a series of holiday readings centered around our FS. The kiss under the mistletoe, what gift your future spouse would buy you, spending holidays with them, a Christmas getaway etc.

Sit back with your hot cocoa and relax !

Santa came early this year 🦌

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PILE 1

Kissing with your FS feels like home. Their hands wrapped around your waist remind you of hallmark movies you watched when you were a young kid, fantasizing about that kiss under the mistletoe.

Your FS is gentle and caring. They are all sugar, no spice and their kisses show just that.

Love, adoration and dedication. Your FS will kiss you slowly. Sometimes they will steal a kiss while putting up the lights and while you are baking cookies. They will always keep it PG, especially if others are present.

Your FS reminds me of Ryan from Castle. He is honourable, simple and affectionate yet super smart and ready to kick some a$$ if he needs to. They could actually look like him or if they are a woman they will be fair skinned and have light eyes, even if they are brown they will be on the lighter side. Also, if they are a woman they would be a lot like Sookie from True Blood.

Remember what I said about the spice? I take it back, a tiny bit. They can get spicy but in the most sweetest way. They are good boys/girls/theys. The type you take home to mama. They could even work in the military/fire department/police force.

Kissing them will make you feel safe and secure. No one would ever be able to take that feeling away from you both. Give em a peck from me too. They for sure deserve it !

Under the mistletoe they will get giddy and excited. Their smile is amazing, like Colgate type of smile and you will love seeing how happy they get around you and right before they kiss you. They will look like a schoolgirl/schoolboy, a kid stealing a cookie from the jar. Stealing kisses is how they will show how naughty they are. I just know who wears the pants in this relationship and news flash, it is not them, lol.

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I can tell you one thing before I say anything about kissing.

Your FS finds you adorable. See that cat in the picture ? All cuddled up, not a care in the world, not a single thought behind those sleepy eyes.

Within every room you are the main event, at least for them. Actually, your FS will love kissing you when you are sleepy.

In general, the way you will find safety in their arms and ignore the whole world will drive them crazy. This shows me that your the way your FS kisses will make you feel loved and safe. It will also make you feel like a playful kitten. Your FS could be masculine (doesn't have to be a man) and they will make you feel safe to express your vulnerability and femininity.

They will not only love kissing your lips, they will love kissing your whole face and your hands/fingers. They will want to eat you up.

For them it will be pretty funny you melt into their arms cause you could be a very feisty person but with them you turn into a big baby.

I'm seeing a meme with a cat fighting with another cat and then going back to their mother and cuddling up like a baby.

Others will be like "Girl/boy/they who are you trying to fool?" And your person will say "Shhh they are sleeping. Don't mess with my baby." Meanwhile, over their shoulder you give the other person a hiss, lol.

Are you my "black cat 🐈‍⬛ energy" pile ? Well your person might be a whole tiger cause they seem to be thinking you are harmless and deserve every little kiss. This is giving "I'm a bad boy but I'll be good only with you." trope. Also, major Morticia and Gomez vibes. Height difference might be huge.

(Yup, that below is indeed you.)

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[jadeddangel]

hi there, could I get alastor, adam and lucifer with a reader that has pica (if you don't know what that is it is where a person can tend to eat or bite on things not edible, like paper, erasers, eca)

Yup!! I have an oral fixation so this sounds pretty similar

Reader w/ Pica! Or an oral fixation Headcannons

Alastor🦌:

Oh boy

When he died that wasn't much awareness about things like this

So honestly at first we was disgusted seeing you chew on something that wasn't meant to be chewed on

Alastor probably ignored it at first but got annoyed after it just kept happening

He finally asked you after a bit

Honestly he didn't understand at first but tried his best

He probably just watches to make sure you don't swallow anything dumb (like an eraser)

He literally doesn't try to help you stop the behavior or give you something to help

Let's be honest alastor probably still finds it annoying but he also finds it amusing

I mean who the fuck do you know that can eat the metal part off of a pencil and be fine? Yea that's right no one

He probably hands you things to see if you'll chew on them

"Doll your chewing on the pencil here let me get you a new one" alastor said calmly making you realize you had gnawed on it till you saw the led

Alastor took the old one and placed the fish pencil in your hand "there all fixed" alastor mused patting your head before lounging back into his seat

And he shows this behavior with all different objects it doesn't really matter what kind

At first you probably thinks it's cause he cares about you and wants you to get stuff done that he gives you new stuff

After long enough, however, you put the pieces together

You never called him out though, scared of possible repercussions

He knows you know, but he's definitely satisfied with the fact you fear him so much

Adam😇:

Oh, you're female? He's mocking you

Oh, you're male? He's mocking you

Non-binary? You don't even exist to him

He's the kind of person that will just hand you things to see if you'll chew on it

The kind of guy that buys you edible play dough just to make sure your not making yourself sick

He buys pencils in bulk so if your sitting next to him and you start chewing on your pencil he has spares

If your his lover he jokingly teases that you can chew on his dick

He starts picking up on your chewing habits

He notices that when you get stressed it gets worse

Probably bought you a teething ring as a joke but gets really surprised if you actually use it

"Hey there's my pretty little piece of ass!- wait no put the fucking play dough down" Adam scolded walking closer and taking the container of play dough from you before reaching into his massive pocket and pulling out a container of homade edible playdough and putting it in your hand "no." Adam said again

And that's he showed that he cared about you.

Won't really yell at you if you keep chewing on things that could Hurt you but will definitely raise his voice

He once even gave you his hand to fiddle with and chew on his fingers so you didn't hurt yourself by chewing on other things

He treats you like a baby who wants to eat everything

Lucifer🐤:

Makes things for you to chew on

Asks what your favorite animal is and makes things themed that you can chew on

He probably chews on things when he gets focused so you guys kinda keep eachother in check

Hes so sweet about it too

Like say you were chewing on an eraser you were holding onto

He would just grab your wrist so softly like you were fragile glass and pull her hand away from your mouth

"Little apple remember we shouldn't chew on things that aren't healthy or aren't going to hurt our bodies" Lucifer spoke softly so no one would overhear you two talking. Lucifer pulled your wrist towards him and prying the eraser from you carefully before placing a small pencil he made with your favorite animal on the top. The animal was a tough durable material so you could chew and it wouldn't cause any harm to it. Or to you for that matter.

He's so sweet about it, having raised Charlie and having to deal with her teething faze, and her crying if he even scolded her a little too mean.

If you don't listen the first time he asks you to stop chewing on something that may be detrimental to your health he tries his best to stay patient

He has excellent patience as long as your not hurting anyone important to him but then again you're important to him (that's why he tries so hard to stop you)

He's always watching over you and making sure you aren't getting hurt so if you chew on anything that may really hurt you he may actually scold you

He doesn't yell either he's just extremely firm in his way of speech and anything he says

If he hurts your feelings, he's immediately apologizing and trying to hug you