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This eastern rosella pin was a challenge to design! Fitting all the colours of the rainbow and making them play nice was difficult, but very rewarding in the end!
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also bc I haven’t shown them off in a while!!
messenger bag pin tour 😌
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I always feel slightly weird about promoting my stuff...
But here it is, a new enamel pin Kickstarter. This time it’s not just the Ace Dragon babies. I got more drawings for each flags but it’s probably way too many for one Kickstarter. We’ll see how it goes.
I have to say I’m really proud of them. They are all my babies.
#pride dragon#enamel pin#enamel pins#kickstarter#pin game strong#ace pride#LGBTQ#artists on tumblr#dragon#Dungeons and Dragons
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‼️ LAST CHANCE ‼️
FFXIV Convocation Constellation pins are STILL available! 🛍️
NO PLANS on restocking these enamel pins. Once they're gone, THEY ARE GONE! 😱
Don't miss your chance to get one or MORE of these beautiful enamel pins! ✨
My Online Shop Grand Reopening is set for Friday, May 3rd @ 12AM (HST)!
Follow me and get sneak peeks of what's coming! 👀 https://michiotakustudio.myshopify.com
#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#ffxiv fan merch#ffxiv fanmerch#ff14 fanmerch#ff14 fan merch#enamel pins#enamel pin#pin game strong#pingamestrong#pin game proper#pingameproper#constellations#convocation#ff14 convocation#ffxiv convocation
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#kit connor#kit with a huge happy smile of reunion so cute 🥹#kitten loden#kit connor in clothes#kit connor being beautiful#kit connor being beautiful in clothes#heartstopper#kit inclothes#nick nelson#romeo + juliet#rocketman#his dark materials#pantalaimon#just jared#shoe is strong with this one#the [shoe game] is strong with this one#mine#pin#pinned
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thinking about the possibility of jesse's power boost during the final fight sequence coming at least partially from her status as a living legend among random bureau staff
#much like the service weapon following the director there is literally no evidence in game directly pointing to this that i can think of#it would just be neat#like i mean imagine being in that situation some horrible thing is turning all your coworkers into monsters youre pinned down#getting your ass handed to you and suddenly this random woman youve never seen before in civilian clothes literally *swoops* in#and fucking obliterates the lot of them in minutes displaying parautilitarian abilities orders of magnitude greater than any before recorded#shrugging off any injuries#and then she goes to the control point and apparently forces the building back to normal through sheer force of will#and then just fucks off to the next place?? maybe stopping to grab some sensitive documents on the way bc whos gonna stop her#obvs knowing shes the director would explain at least some of it but the automatic acknowledgement doesnt happen until she tells people#her name -- we see that several times#and shes certainly not stopping to chat with every ranger or security guard#anyways to my original point theres ample evidence that something making an impression on many peoples pysches will create/enhance#altered items/oops and if that wouldnt create a strong impression idk what would#there would definitely be a lot of hearsay floating around about her whether people are aware shes director or no#i just love thinking about the alternate perspective its so buckwild#would love to hear anyone elses take on it as well#control#control remedy#control 2019#original
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“Got you, Wolf-kissed.”
“Pft! I am not caught! I could easily throw you off.”
“Go on then...”
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Spoiler: Eivor doesn’t free herself. She’s quite happy where she is XD
#randivor#eivor/randvi#randvi/eivor#werewolf!Eivor#because that AUs still on the brain#My doodlings#let's just say it's mid-summer#and its hot!#(because it is cold IRL now and i long for summer! XD)#and Randvi joins Eivor and the kids down by the river#and there is paddling and splashing and dunking#and then when they get out to dry themselves in the sun#the fun and games continue and they end up trying to pin each other#and Randvi wins because though she may not be as mighty and strong as Eivor the White Wolf#she has other more persuasive tactics#and Eivor wrapped around her little finger too XD#on that note: hands#there are four of them in this picture and i hated drawing each of them! XD#damn anatomy#posting before i hit delete again! XD
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ffxiv does— (thinking.) sometimes the things or means ffxiv uses to get somewhere are strange or feel unthought through, like, the things they seem to be leading to seem odd. But they always END UP in the right place. I’m like— I’m talking about like, especially in matters of heads of state. Lyse is an odd choice for a leader, so she isn’t! Raubahn is. Chai-Nuzz seems very unfitting as a politician, so he isn’t! He’s not even mayor permanently. And other such things like that. Fordola isn’t meant to be blanket redeemed so she isn’t. Characters act like themselves. It always ends up in a place that feels right and i really commend it for doing so
#strong characters is what I’ll pin that on#but I’ll also give a lot of credit to the writers for being able to end a story#ending a story is SO HARD#play game#shadowbringers spoilers
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do we even have countercultures today? if they do exist are they just very localized? if they don’t is it bc of how difficult it is to form/find communities or how quick capitalism consumes countercultural ideas and commodifies them? does anyone have any good sources discussing this or countercultural movements that exist today??
#i am just learning a bunch abt counterculture movements of the 60s-early80s and cannot think of anything we have today that comes close#maybe it’s bc i’m looking at these movements retrospectively but where is the counterculture???#is the best we’ve got ‘be game do crime’ pins?#pls understand that i know there is a lot of strong activism coming out of groups and communities but i can’t see any strong counterculture#movements anywhere#but i truly do not know so if you have any info pls share !!
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im kind of embarassed that i thought uwagaki would be number 1 for sureee & then it wasnt even in top 12
#(it was 13)#im sad soundcloud doesnt do artists as well as songs bc i know abuseken would be number 1 for me#for like 3 months in summer i listened to nothing but all of his music on repeat his grip on my brain was so strong. awooooo#bears yells#anyway if anyone wants i'll do that same ask game from last year you can send in a number & i'll make that position song my pinned :-)
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omg 😊😊 I hadn't considered this a lot but like..tell me more
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Another geto size kink vanilla smut please. I can't get enough. I always go back to reread yours it's so good
Oh, boyfriend Geto Suguru and his petite girl — who he's obsessed with.
+ warnings; size kink, panty-humping, some dirty talk
+ an; omg this was so yum to write, thank you for reminding me that Geto Suguru + a size kink exists 😋💗
Bf!Geto who's got one enormous hand resting on the small of your back during parties, his straight lips twisting into a grin when he looks down at you — a dirty grin that gets you tingly all over. Oh his heart lurches when you crane your neck to look back at him. As he commented when the two of you first met three years ago, "It's cute that you have to put in so much effort to look up at me."
... and pre-bf!Geto who used to randomly whisk you off your feet, big biceps twitching and flexing against your sides, as a 'joke' — yeah, yeah, it was just to surprise you. But he just wanted to have a sweet small girl in his arms, and wanted to show off how strong he was.
Just standing behind him and seeing his big broad back worked your imagination — how d'you think he'd look from the back while driving into your sloppy hole, how his muscles would flex?
And you know, Suguru was always aware each time you were staring even though you thought you were little miss slick, so of course he straightened out his posture — he had to remind you that he hits that 6'3 mark!
Bf!Geto's favorite thing is rubbing his thick fingers up and down your tiny clit through your innocent pink panties, making you shiver and twitch and whine in response to the subtlest friction as he's got you bent over his black-sheeted bed. It makes him smirk, it makes his cock stand stiff and upright in his pants, leaky cockhead dripping precum against his inner thigh.
It's in this bed that bf!Geto loves eating you out — of course, he likes to get you impatient, taking his time tying his hair up until you tug at the hem of his shirt and practically pull him into you for a hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that he just melts into. In minutes he's sliding down, big rough n' calloused hands prying your thighs apart, dragging you closer to his face like you weigh nothing — because you do weigh nothing to a big boy like him.
You're especially reminded of his size kink when he thumbs your pussy lips apart, or when he stuffs his thick fingers inside you, rubbing against your favorite spots like it's just a fun little game for him. Or when he thumbs your actual lips apart to explore your mouth a bit before sliding his fingers in — "Get 'em wet for me, baby." he murmurs, eager to feel your tiny mouth.
Bf!Geto loves squishing his cock against your slit, dividing your soft lips until they sandwich him. Of course, he acts so nonchalant, blowing his hair out of his face as he looks down at the pretty sight of your pussy getting dwarfed by his thick girth.
When his black, sultry eyes drift up to meet yours, you feel your stomach drop and your face heats up.
"Feel me pulsing, baby?" he teases, "Aw, sorry, I didn't mean to make you shy. No, come on, don't be shy — " he giggles, leaning in for a fat kiss. "You're so cute."
As the thick middle of his cock's sliding through your folds, his free hand meets yours and pins it down, holds it tight — did you see that? Did you catch the glimpse of his bicep twitching when he squeezed your hand?
bf!Geto still goes crazy each time you grind your pussy back on his cock as if it's the first time all over again. He lets out a hot breath, presses his cockhead tightly against your hole, and rubs so hard through your thong that he half-fucks it into your gushing pussy. They're totally ruined with gooey cum and sticky juices by the time he's done obsessively rubbing his cock against you.
And bf!Geto loves your tiny thongs, loves pulling them back and letting them snap against your holes when he's got you in reverse cowgirl.
And he just simply loves how much smaller your clothes are. When you and him weren't dating yet, he'd let you wear his big t-shirts or hoodies for sleepovers — only to choke and drool the next morning over the sight of little you in his big clothes.
bf!Geto's got thick, thick muscular thighs that press into the back of your plush, smaller thighs. And his long legs? He loved flirting joking "... I think I'm too tall for you — yeah we'd have a hard time having sex, huh?" long before you and him were dating.
And it's true. It's pretty difficult, getting railed by a 6'3 thick-muscled boy like him — that's why sometimes he just resorts to lifting you and fucking you while standing, weighting you against the wall with his whole body and each thrust of his cock.
#🎵I NEED A BIG BOY GIMMIE A BIG BOY#;D#tw: smut#geto suguru#geto#suguru#geto suguru smut#geto smut#suguru smut#geto x reader#geto x reader smut#suguru x reader#suguru geto smut#geto x you#suguru geto x reader#getou suguru x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut
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i got a fever and the only cure is more john price!!
he fucks nasty, you thought that age would slow him down. but, no. you are worn out before he even breaks a sweat. years of training to his body has given him stamina like a bull. and he had the breeding balls to prove it!
you didn't mean to sleep with your captain, but now that he had you in his grasp. he wasn't loosening his grip, not until that belly got round and those tits got fat.
"was a big baby." he said, his voice tense as he pressing his cock down into you. he had you pinned under his hefty, hairy wait as his impressive (huge) cock battered your insides. prepping you to accept his thick cum. he had his bicep around your head and kept you pinned.
it wasn't even a full doggy style anymore, he just laid on top of you with his cock plugging your sweet pussy. your moans were pathetic, you were powerless to him.
"price's are grown quite big, big head and wide shoulders. but don't worry, i'll be there the whole time. makin' sure my woman is taken care of. carry them at your hip while i got ya pregnant with another." his licked his lips like a hungry dog at the thought of it all.
you thought it was just sick dirty talk by the way it made you pussy slicker. but price was laying it out as it was. he was going to breed you, you were going to have his children.
he is egged on by your moans. he had convinced himself that you were his wife, even though you had never even gone on a date before. you thought this was simple, on-base, casual sex. meanwhile price was trying to very blatantly baby trap you.
he chalked up your ignorance to you having better maternal instincts than actual smarts. but, that was alright, you were meant to be a mother anyway! don't worry, price will make it all better for his precious wife.
price wanted to see and document all the changes to your pregnant body, he wanted to see his child grow inside of you. proof that he had laid claim to him. then he'll set you up in a sleepy town in northern england and you can be his little wife.
you, him and the kids. maybe a guard dog or two to protect the property. gotta keep the family safe!
the sick, pervert thoughts overcame him like a wave as he drilled his cock into you. a promise that he was going to finish very soon. even if you wanted to escape, the weight on top of you and the blissed out mess in your mind prevented you from getting too far.
not until he got you pregnant.
when he creams inside of you. it's game over (sorry)! you thought that due to age and his lifestyle that his swimmers were next to nothing. but he'd been saving up. a long time without a hole to fuck had made his biology desperate to pass his genes along.
so when he got you in a headlock while he rocked up into you, spearing your pretty pussy open, get ready for motherhood (yay)! because even trying to sneak off to get plan b will do nothing. you waited too long or the pills were ineffective.
as he rubbed your swollen middle on the couch of the sweet little home you (he) owned, his face brushed up against your side. his facial hair tickled your bare arms. he'd tell you that it was a miracle before he kissed your swollen mound.
"you are a better mother than you ever were a private." he cooed at you as he invaded your space once more, "good mothers make strong babies and i'm aimin' for the 99th percentile" <3
#bunny writes#call of duty#reader insert#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty x reader#call of duty smut#john price smut#john price x reader#john price#captain john price#john price cod#captain john price smut#captain john price x you#john price x you#john price x female reader#price mw2#captain price#price cod#cod smut#price call of duty
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My friend just launched her first pin Kickstarter! Come check it out. Share it to all your bi friends!
Oh and I just got the early bird discount too so if you don’t wanna miss the discount, go get it while it lasts.
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harmony ; 3racha x reader ; one-shot
masterlist.
porn without plot. you want to have some fun and you know exactly which boyfriend can help get it started.
pairing: 3racha/reader content info: sub!reader, dom!changbin, dom!chan, switch!jisung, polyamorous mmfm foursome (so they’re all involved with each other and interact with each other), very enthusiastic consent with an implied red/yellow/green light system (yellow is employed once). some rough play (esp with changbin), cnc game that reader initiates, face-slapping, choking, dirty talk, pussy eating, double penetration, blow job, all three holes at once, multiple orgasms, jisung having a monster dick for no reason, aftercare. (technically no mention of birth control but it’s a long established relationship and you can safely assume it’s taken care of.)
word count: 5255 words.
enjoy <3
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When you want to play – really play – you know where to go.
Jisung can be an overthinker and Chan is always protective, so they hesitate before getting too rough with you. Changbin, however, never holds back. You know how to touch him, how to smile that particularly provocative smile, how to bat your eyelashes and invite him to play.
You are thinking about it when he returns from his work-out, muscles straining in his black tank shirt, body damp with sweat, and looking like pure, unadulterated sex. Chan and Jisung are huddled around a laptop in the living room, their entrepreneurial endeavours a seemingly endless chore, and they are so engrossed in their work they don’t see you leave.
You sneak off to your room to change, ditching your shorts and underclothes, slipping into one of Changbin’s old t-shirts and absolutely nothing else.
You intend to hunt him down after his shower, but it’s Changbin who comes to you. He ambles casually into your bedroom without knocking, comfortable and relaxed and at home. You have your own rooms for personal space but you all come and go as you please.
Your room is dimly lit with strings of fairy lights, the bed crowded with pillows and teddy bears, not to mention a big strong boyfriend who makes himself at home. Changbin is dressed in sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair blow-dried soft and fluffy, but body as bulky and powerful as ever.
“Look at this,” he says, holding out his phone. A sweater you were eyeing has gone on sale so he sits on your bed and buys it for you without hesitation. He giggles to himself with all that self-satisfied delight, teasing that he is the best boyfriend and your number one favourite.
He knows the truest harmony lies among the four of you, together, always, but he likes to tease.
You like to tease back.
“Be careful, you big bully,” you say, because he plops himself down at the head of the bed, knocking a teddy bear over. You pick it up and aggressively shove it back into place.
He quirks an eyebrow, his giggling joviality replaced with a studious expression. He seems to finally notice what you are wearing, blinking his gaze up and down your body as you rearrange the pillows behind him.
You bat your eyelashes, all playful innocence.
“Don’t be so serious,” he says. He deliberately knocks a teddy onto the floor.
You playfully gasp, bending over with a flourish and flashing him.
“Ah,” he says, putting his phone on your bedside table. “It’s like that?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, blinking.
“Hm,” he says, giving you another quick once-over. “Okay.”
Changbin hauls you over his shoulder and wrestles you onto the bed. He puts you on your back, upside down so your head is near the foot. He climbs right on top of you, not an inch of muscle budging even when you thud your fists against his firm chest.
“Binnie,” you say, wriggling underneath him, the t-shirt riding up your thighs. “You’re crushing me, you big mean brute.”
“Brute,” he says, laughing. He grabs your hips and pins you to the mattress. “Tsk. You like it like that.”
“No, I – ah!”
Changbin never hesitates. He knows you will tell him if you don’t like something. It’s a game of trust, full of an all encompassing love that boasts such tender affection beneath each action. Being with Changbin is like being nestled in blankets by a warm fire on a snowy winter’s day. You are sheltered in the storm, feeling that protection even more keenly because of the dangerous cold.
Between you, there is nothing but heat.
He gathers the hem of the t-shirt and shoves it up, past the skin of your tummy, exposing your thighs and all the bare softness between them. Oh, yes, all softness against his hard body, the thickness of his biceps as he holds you down, his big thighs shoved between your open legs, broad shoulders relentless and ungiving even where you smack him repeatedly.
“Binnie, be careful,” you say, trying to close your legs around his hips.
You gasp when he puts a hand up your shirt, squeezing your breast in the cup of his palm. His mean fingers immediately find the stiffening peak, thumb tormenting you while you whine.
You buck as if you want to throw him off, but he is right where you want him and he knows it. He knows you, your body like a well-loved instrument, his strong hands drawing every musical gasp and sigh out of you.
“Where’s your panties, hm?” he asks. Undeterred by your continuous bucking and writhing, he slides his hands down to your naked hips. He was slouched half-on top of you but he gets up on his knees now. He pushes your thighs apart, forcing his hips between them.
“Shameful,” he says. He tries to grab your flailing hands to no avail. You smack his chest and shoulders, dodging the reach of his fingers.
He smacks your face, a tap hard enough to register the game has really begun, but not so hard to sting for long. You still gasp, your hands pausing. It gives him time to work a hand between your open thighs.
“Ahh—!”
“Yah, look at you,” he says, rubbing his fingers through your wet pussy without finesse or gentleness. You twitch every time his knuckle rides over your clit. “Bad girl,” he says. “Who are you so wet for?”
He gives you no time to answer, scooting back to drag you to the middle of the bed. You are still upside down, your pillows and teddies piled behind him, all the dreaminess of your girly lace bedroom in contrast to his stark masculinity. It makes your whole body thrum with arousal, hot from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. You feel him even where he is not touching you.
Where he is touching you, you burn, heart erratic with anticipation as he squeezes your thighs, as he shoves your hands out of his way, as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy open to his gaze.
“Ah – Binnie—!” You get louder. Your bedroom door is open. Chan and Jisung might be focussed on their work, but not for long, not if you keep this up. Still, to speed things along, you scream, “Chan! Channie! Ch—hmmph!”
Changbin shoves a pillow in your face, holding it there, smothering you to soften your shrieks. His other hand is on your thigh – no, slipping higher, a surface touch through all that wet desire. Then his blunt fingers are inside you. You moan into the pillow, clenching around the thrust of his fingers. You get dizzy quickly, partially because of the pillow, partially his skilled hand.
He abruptly lifts the pillow. The oxygen goes straight to your head, as intoxicating as a kiss. You realize you are close to coming already, hiccupping with all that sudden breath as he fucks his fingers into you.
Changbin is relentless. You smack his chest but he ignores it, his strong arm keeping a steady momentum. An orgasm builds and builds, your fingers hooking into his t-shirt for some leverage. He puts a hand on your belly and holds you down. He feels so strong and heavy, utterly unmovable, and it makes falling apart so much easier.
“Didn’t you have something to say to Chan?” he says.
You gasp and turn your head. Sure enough, Chan is standing there, watching you. Changbin does it on purpose, knowing when you are close, so you look at Chan just as the orgasm crests.
Chan is standing beside the bed, dressed in his basketball shorts and a sleeveless black shirt, a baseball cap over his curly dark hair. He must have entered the room while the pillow was on your face, and now he is standing there, watching Changbin hold you down and fuck you with his hand.
“Channie, please—” you say, then you come all over Changbin’s fingers. You cry out because he keeps tormenting you, thumb shaking back-and-forth across your throbbing clit. “Ah, Binnie—Channie, please!”
Chan gives Changbin a look, his eyebrow quirked, then he just leans towards the open door and whistles. It’s a sharp, high whistle, a call to attention.
“Han,” he says, not even very loud. Chan never needs to shove or force or yell. When Chan says come, you come.
You always obey Chan. You throw your head back, gasping as you come a second time. It is so soon after the first orgasm that it feels like one long, rolling wave. It continues to shudder through you, even after Changbin slips his hand out.
The shirt is still shoved up your tummy, soft skin and wet pussy on display. Chan does not look away, reaching blindly behind himself for your desk chair. He yanks it closer to the bed and plops down, taking off his cap and tossing it on the floor. He is bare-faced, expression so open and honest, but a hunger in his eyes that darkens his whole face.
Changbin just looks giddy. You look at him as he giggles, that funny little chortle leaving that buff body. Then you realize he is rolling his sweatpants down.
“Channie!” you yelp, shrieking and twisting while Changbin licks his palm and strokes his cock, his other hand effortlessly holding you down.
Chan slouches in the chair. He props an elbow on the arm-rest and puts his chin in his palm. His other hand slips under the waistband of his shorts.
“Careful, baby,” Chan says, seconds before Changbin smacks you again. It is within your limit, but still enough to turn your head on impact.
Like before, it breaks your concentration, and Changbin takes the opportunity to grab your hips, line up, and shove his cock inside you. Chan and Jisung always give you a minute to adjust, the size of a hard cock definitely different from fingers, but Changbin never waits. Even while you wince and complain, he fucks you through it, gripping your hips hard and ignoring your hands pushing against his chest.
“Too much, Binnie,” you say, even though the sting is quickly passing. You’re so wet and it makes it easy for him to fuck you. It even sounds messy, every thrust opening you up, getting you even wetter, the bed creaking as he pulls you onto his cock over and over.
You look over at Chan who is still watching, the shape of his hand and his dick so clear through the material of his shorts as he fists his cock slowly.
You hiccup as Changbin switches from long, deep strokes to short, pounding ones.
At which point Jisung finally walks in, yapping about work, saying, “I was thinking we could postpone the meeting to Monday and—oh, hi, WHAAAT, we’re having sex in here? All right, man, okay, that’s cool, all right, what’s up.”
Oh, your sweet Jisung. He is also in house clothes, black shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, dark hair feathering through his fingers as he runs his hand through it. He walks further into the room, kicking the door closed behind himself for no reason. His attention is firmly fixed on you, holding your gaze while Changbin fucks you. The unmoving intensity of those big brown eyes leaves you tingling, a swoop in your belly that feels as thorough as a good fuck. It crashes into the feeling of Changbin inside you, makes your whole body get tight so Changbin groans and curses.
“Oh,” is all you can say. You cover your face with both hands, gasping when Changbin goes back to longer, deeper thrusts.
“Heyyy, baby, why are you hiding?” Jisung says in his sweetest voice.
You hear him approaching, even above the sound of you getting fucked, above Changbin’s little grunts, above Chan cursing. You feel the dip of the mattress when Jisung climbs up on the bed, sitting near your head. Then his hands are on your wrists, prying them away from your face. You try to wrestle them back but he holds them calmly, his own arms boasting a subtle musculature as he pins your hands to the mattress to stop you from moving.
“Yes,” Changbin says. “Like that. Come on.”
“Jisungie,” you whine, looking down at where Changbin is driving into you, feeling each thrust deeper than your pussy, all the way up to your throat. You tip your head back, looking at Jisung upside down.
He leans down, his hair swooping forward, tickling your face as he kisses your forehead and temple.
“It’s okay, baby,” he says. Despite his soft voice, he does not lighten his grip, your hands still locked in place. “Does it hurt?” he asks, wide-eyed.
“Mmm,” you say, nodding, even while shuddering with so much pleasure that a tear spills down your cheek.
“Aww,” he says, licking that tear track, making every nerve spasm. “You’re so cute, baby.”
“She gets tighter when you choke her,” Chan says.
“Awww,” Jisung says. He releases one hand to reach for you. He wraps his fingers delicately around your throat, not even squeezing at first, just a caress as his hand curls around you.
Your adrenaline naturally peaks, body clenching, just like Chan said. Changbin groans his satisfaction and Jisung tightens his grip, keeping you pinned by the throat while Changbin goes still, coming inside you.
“Fuck,” Chan says.
Jisung releases your throat and you suck in a shaky breath. It is interrupted when Jisung swoops in, kissing your lips upside down. You squirm under the confusing messiness of his open mouth at this angle.
He comes up with a breath, one as shaky as your own, ravished from a kiss. He runs his hand through his hair and nods to Changbin, saying, “Turn her around.”
Two pairs of hands find you, manhandling you so easily between them. You yelp, startled by the movement, as they lift you up and turn you around so your head is in Changbin’s lap and Jisung is now the one between your legs.
Changbin hoists you into his arms, holds you in the cradle of his bicep as Jisung lays down between your open legs.
This is one area that Jisung never hesitates to indulge, his open mouth descending on your pussy with ravenous excitement.
You are so, so sensitive down there, almost numb beneath the first few searching swipes.
He presses his whole mouth there, moaning as he sucks on your clit then licks up and down, back and forth, around and around. His tongue rubs where Changbin just came, circling your sensitive hole, pressing there then licking back up to your already throbbing clit.
“Can’t come again,” you say, not entirely sure if it comes out coherent because your eyes are closed and your brain feels fuzzy.
He answers with a hum. He does not seem to be eating you out with the intention of making you come, but purely for his own pleasure as he sucks and licks and tastes. Despite that – and despite your words – you feel a tightening in your belly, a dull throb that feels too feels too deep to reach.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Changbin says when you start to writhe, his big arm wrapped around your neck, holding you tight to his beating heart.
The thud of that heart, the relentless flick of Jisung’s tongue, and Chan’s approving nod makes your thighs press around Jisung’s head.
“Oh—” is your last word before you come again, bucking hard against Jisung’s face. You gasp and cling to Changbin’s arm.
Jisung keeps licking at you, not relenting until your gasping whine is more of a scream. Then he kisses your thighs and hips before pushing himself up onto his knees.
He and Changbin wordlessly work together, sitting you upright to remove your only article of clothing. Both pairs of hands find you again, touching and groping and stimulating everywhere.
You shudder under all the sensation, eyes closing, rocking against nothing. You are desperate to close your legs to relieve the tension, but Jisung is kneeling between them. Fortunately, he knows you well, his hand sliding down there, fingers finding you, curling into you.
“You’re soo wet, baby, it’s embarrassing,” he says. “You need it that bad?”
He is still using his sweetest voice, like he doesn’t know he is about to utterly wreck your shit. Because Jisung always does without very much effort, simply by effect of having the biggest dick you have ever taken. It is part of the reason you usually can’t start with him, or why he takes his time when you do, because it is an aching endeavour whenever he tries to fit all that inside you.
Even the bulge in his shorts is obscene, the material rubbing against your thighs. He brings your hand to that bulge and groans when you squeeze it, saying, “That’s it, that’s it—”
He leans over you. It sounds like he and Changbin might be kissing above your head, sloppily at that. Jisung is probably shoving his tongue into Changbin’s mouth, the same tongue that was just inside you as it licked up the mess that Changbin made.
They press you between their bodies in an envelope of desire, utterly dominating your senses. Changbin smells like his shampoo, a deep scent like mahogany, while Jisung tends to douse himself in cologne, faded now at the end of the day but still a rich, expensive smell. Beneath all that is that simple sweat, bodies getting worked up, raw sex overwhelming all those other scents.
You breathe them in, whimpering because you are pressed so tightly between them. You can feel Jisung twitching in your hand and Changbin beginning to stiffen again at your backside.
There is a wet pop and a shared gasp when they stop kissing. Jisung grabs your face and pulls you up, his mouth hot when it claims yours, that stupidly talented mouth making you crazy.
“Hold her,” Jisung says, speaking against your lips while guiding Changbin’s hands. Jisung grabs your thighs and pushes them up, not quite folding you in half but almost there. He knows you need to be open to take him. Even then, you are already clenching, fluttering around nothing in anticipation.
Changbin holds your thighs back, hands pressed under the curve of your knee. Jisung hastily shoves his shorts down his thighs, leaving them gathered at the knee. He touches you and uses your desire to wet his dick, frantically jerking it as if it is not already intimidatingly hard and ready.
“Jisungie,” you say, already whining, wiping an embarrassing spot of drool as it spills over your bottom lip. Your body is so eager that it thunders out of control, clenching around nothing, and you can’t seem to stop it.
Jisung is so mean, just using his fingertip for a second, circling your fluttering hole. You try kicking him but your ankle manages little more than a flick, your legs trapped in Changbin’s hold.
“Sorry,” Jisung says, giggling and obviously unapologetic. He flicks your pouting bottom lip before finally putting the tip of his dick at your entrance.
The first little bit is always fine. It feels good to be full, your body needing him, pulling him in. He rocks back and forth a little, pushing an inch then another, and that’s when your body realizes how much there is, clenching and stretching and burning as he pushes in.
He goes slow, his whining mouth against your throat. But then Chan sits on the edge of the bed and touches his back. He bottoms out quickly and you squeak, eyes closed and breath coming fast.
You hear Chan say, “Take it off.” Confused, you blink your eyes open. Chan is talking to Jisung, tugging his shirt up his back.
Jisung groans but complies, tugging it over his head with one hand. The few seconds give you a precious moment to adjust, barely enough before he comes back and starts to fuck you with short, rolling thrusts. You think Chan is getting Jisung’s shorts out of the way given the jerky way Jisung moves on top of you, but then you are skin to skin with no obstruction.
“Mmph, yellow – legs,” you say, breaking only briefly to prevent a cramp in your thighs. Changbin is quick to smooth you out, helping reposition you more comfortably.
You sprawl flat on your back as Changbin moves away, wrapping your legs around Jisung’s waist without any hindrance. He holds himself above you, alternatively muttering expletives and cooing sweet nothings at you.
Changbin sits on one side, Chan the other, both fully clothed despite the obvious strain below their waistbands. It reminds you a little of the time Changbin topped Jisung while Chan fucked you, the pair of you kissing and touching between them the entire time.
Today is a little different. You are at the centre of it all, Jisung inside you, Chan’s hand on your chest and Changbin’s fingers circling your mouth. You take those fingers when prompted, sucking dutifully, batting your eyelashes up at him while he softly finger-fucks your mouth.
Chan’s fingers join him, touching your lip. You open your mouth wider and drool messily around the intrusion.
“Fuck,” Chan says. He rips his hand back in sudden needy haste. “Turn over,” he demands, smacking Jisung on the ass.
It makes Jisung yelp but he complies. With some help from Changbin, you roll over until Jisung is on his back and you are on top of him. Changbin kneels upright too, taking your face in his hands and kissing you, tongue penetrating your mouth as Jisung holds your hips and thrusts up into you.
Chan grabs the back of your neck, holding you in place while Changbin kisses you. Chan’s other hand runs down your front, tweaking a nipple and making you mewl into Changbin’s mouth. You are more panting than kissing by the time Chan’s fingers reach your pussy.
Jisung slows down just a little, out of breath and whimpering as you clench around him. This angle makes him feel stupidly deep, your eyes rolling back. He makes a few small, jerky movements, not even a deep thrust, and it still feels like he his hitting your heart.
Chan joins the kiss with Changbin. You are not even sure who is kissing you, just that it is one or the other, back and forth until you are dizzy. You know it is Chan’s fingers between your legs, the unmistakable pattern of his deft, familiar stroke making you spiral towards another orgasm.
“Oh, god, she’s – she’s—” Jisung says, squeezing your hips, going still for a minute to stop himself from coming when you do. He is breathing as hard as you.
You look down at Jisung, holding eye contact while you come hard on Chan’s fingers. Chan and Changbin are each sucking a bruise into either side of your neck.
“Fuck,” you say in a watery voice, thighs shaking, hands on Jisung’s abdomen as you lean forward.
“That’s it,” Chan says, kissing your throat sweetly while Changbin bites you meanly. Both of them swipe their tongue across the mark they leave behind. “Jisung,” Chan says, a demand without further explanation.
“Fuck, I know,” Jisung says, slowly moving his hips again.
It is so quick off your orgasm, it makes aftershocks move through your whole body. You are a livewire, making every ridiculous sound possible as Jisung fucks you, Changbin kisses you, and Chan gets up behind you.
Chan runs his hands down your sides, gently bending you forward until you are chest to chest with Jisung.
“Yup, just like that,” Chan says, rubbing the base of your spine then lower. His hands cup the curve of your ass, squeezing, tilting your hips just so. It gives him a good view of Jisung’s cock moving in and out of you, no doubt obscenely wet and messy, as well as exposing the smaller hole in your ass as he spreads you open.
“Changbin,” Chan says, still with that same confident assurance he will be obeyed no matter what, “Pass me the lube. Bedside drawer.”
As if you were not already sensitive enough, just hearing those words makes everything clench, which makes Jisung fuck you harder, which makes some place inside you that is so unbelievably soft and tender start to ache.
“Ah, that sound,” Changbin says when your moans turn to high-pitched whimpers. He pats the back of your head and reaches for the bedside table.
After a bit of rustling, he tosses the lube at Chan who catches it easily.
“One second,” Changbin says while Chan uncaps it. “She’s gonna come again. Big one, isn’t it, yes?”
The fact he knows before you do is a testament to how closely he watches you, how well he knows you. He is completely right, of course, as Jisung repeatedly pounds into some squishy, vulnerable part of you, so deep and so tender. You are not sure your clit would even respond if someone tried to touch it, but they don’t need to. It is enough that Jisung is hitting that place again and again.
You come with a scream, literally gushing around Jisung as you come. It takes everything in his willpower not to come, nonsensically begging Changbin to help so he doesn’t finish. Changbin just grabs him by the throat, much harder than Jisung grabbed you, making Jisung choke out a strangled gasp immediately. It works, though, as Jisung goes still but stays hard, letting you rock desperately on top of him as your orgasm seems to last ages.
When it finishes, you are completely boneless. You slump onto Jisung who takes a breath when Changbin lets go.
“All right,” Changbin says, smacking your ass. You hear him kiss Chan quickly. “Your turn.”
It is a good thing you feel so willowy; it makes it easy for Chan to open you up on his slick fingers. The few times you have done this, it always took forever, which was fun in its own way, but today it is so easy. He slides a finger right in, then another, hardly any obstruction as your body surrenders so completely to your boyfriends.
“You gonna take it okay, baby?” Jisung asks, his hands on your sides, holding you steady.
You look up at him, nodding, and open your mouth with a whine. He understands, lifting his head, meeting you in a messy, lazy kiss while he rocks slowly inside you. The kiss only breaks when Chan replaces his fingers with his cock, reigniting every spark in your over sensitized body.
“Ugh, god,” Jisung says, barely above a breath as he pants against your mouth. “He’s inside you, baby?”
You don’t answer because he can probably feel it when Chan is fully inside you. It takes a second for them to calibrate, find a rhythm that works. You are not sure if you are more impressed with yourself for taking it so easily this time, or impressed that Jisung has lasted this long and is still coherent enough to keep a steady rhythm.
“Changbin,” you say, his name a moan on your lips. You need to feel him too, his hand on your back not nearly enough.
“Go,” Chan says, groaning, your hips in his hands as he fucks you. “Oh, baby, you’re so good,” he says. “Isn’t our girl so good for us?”
Changbin and Jisung basically just grunt in reply, affirmative but irrevocably distracted.
Changbin kneels near your head, rubbing the back of your neck and gently guiding you to turn your face. Jisung swears when you open your mouth, a bit of spit drooling past his own lips as he watches you take Changbin’s cock past your lips. You mostly just lay there with your mouth open, letting him fuck it rather than really blowing him, but there are no complaints.
Chan squeezes your ass, a gentle knead that just makes you feel more open, stretched to your absolute limits, so full that you do not know how you will ever be happy without them all inside you.
It reinvigorates you. You find strength in your arm and use it to touch Changbin, fist circling where your mouth does not reach. You get him off first but Chan follows quickly, muttering things like you, tight, perfect, baby, baby, baby.
“Oh god,” Jisung says, somehow still holding out. When Chan slips out, it gives Jisung slightly more leverage. He pushes himself upright, letting you slump in his arms and cling to him while he fucks up into you with quick, desperate little uh-uh-uhs.
Finally, he comes, your name melting into a moan as he buries his face in your neck, mouth open where Changbin left his bitemark.
They surround you after that and you hum happily, letting them pass you from one pair of arms to the next. Jisung flops back, running his hands through his hair and catching his breath. Changbin is there with a cloth of some kind – you think it might be Jisung’s shirt, but Jisung is way past caring – and he gives you a quick and gentle wipe-down while kissing your sleepy brow.
“I should buy you sweaters more often,” Changbin says, giggling.
It makes you snort with laughter, blinking up at him with a grin. “Was gonna fuck you anyway, dummy,” you say.
“In that case, I’ll buy you another one right now.”
You giggle when he rubs his nose against yours in a cute little nose-kiss, eyes crinkling with an affectionate smile.
“Mm, c’mere, sleepy,” Chan says, rightfully as you are still mostly slumped in his arms. You manage to string an arm around his neck as he scoops you off the bed and holds you against his chest.
You are still a little dazed from so much sensation. You let your boys take care of you. After some quick inspection and care, you are plunked in a bath with Jisung to clean and decompress while the other two go strip and re-make the bed.
Jisung kisses your face while helping you wash, his careful hands and the hot water soothing every achy limb.
“Totally worth it,” you say, head under his chin, eyes closed and sighing contently.
Changbin comes to help you out. By then, you are bright-eyed, sore but in a way that makes you alive. You feel clean and fresh and loved, bundled up in a robe and then carried off in Changbin’s arms to the living room where food, a comfy couch, and Chan is waiting.
Jisung joins a moment later. The laptop is long since closed and utterly forgotten, the four of you snuggling up in a big blanket. Chan has an arm slung across the back of the couch, your head on his chest, Changbin’s arm around your middle, and Jisung half-asleep where heis slumped against Changbin.
“Round two?” Jisung asks then promptly yawns, making you laugh as Changbin playfully smacks him and Chan just sighs an amused sigh.
Taking the cue from Jisung’s yawn, you close your eyes and snuggle down.
“Love you,” you say, drifting off to each of them saying it back. You know one of them will carry you to bed eventually, so you let yourself drift into sleep, safe and warm, happiest when you are all together, just like this, the four of you always in perfect harmony.
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It’s haunting me. That fucking movie.
And yeah I do think Color would take care of that for him. He is naturally a giver, a caretaker—and taking care of others, Killer in particular, makes him genuinely happy.
He’d carefully wash and clean out as much as the goop as possible whenever Killer lets him— and even back when Color and Killer weren’t exactly friends just yet and Killer didn’t trust him, I feel like Color would always try to perform “aftercare” after every fight.
Of course he wouldn’t do it if Killer resists or doesn’t give consent, but if Killer ever does—probably something more along the lines of “whatever. do what you want. I can’t stop you”—and Killer is expecting just more pain and fighting, but no.
Color just wants to gently heal and clean up his wounds and injuries, and give him light forehead or cheek or throat kisses, and praise him and thank him for trusting him and letting him take care of him.
idk if magical skeletons have joints but idc rrrg my brain says killer is hypermobile
That’s a cool idea, I like that.
But I also had the image of Chara forcing Killer into painful contortions for hours on end that he often ended up broken or fractured bones because the positions were definitely not ones a body is supposed to be in. If he fails, whines, or tries to refuse, Chara finds a way to punish him or continually Resets until he either does it or gets it right.
Anyway Killer should be able to contort his body in freaky ways and I want him to do that so casually.
#color spectrum duo#add on#imagine killer uses the fighting and violence as an attempt to have fun with color and connect with him#eventually#and color starts taking care of him after#and sets boundaries on how far he’s willing to entertain killers need and want for violence and pain#and killer doesn’t understand why the boundaries are there#or what color’s doing or why#its all a part of the ‘fun’ for killer and he can take so much more pain#he’s strong#but he assumes it’s just all apart of colors game#which color gets to set the rules for because he’s stronger#and stage 1’s trust and need for safety and protection influence stage 2#and st2 can’t understand why it feels good when color does it#he won’t admit it or make it obvious either#but he eventually starts seeking out more ‘fights’ with color bc he knows that hell take care of him after#especially if killer ever tried to test color by ‘losing’ and lunging at color when his guard was down#but color expected it and stops him physically and still takes care of killer#so it’s not a case of being weak in killers eyes#bc colors emotions for killer don’t stop him from underestimating him or from defending himself#anyway#long winded way of saying#I want killer to provoke a fight from color to test his strength more and more.#and as soon as color overpowers and pins him#I want him to go limp and instinctively submissively bare his throat for kissing#or biting#and close his eyes and instinctively purr or shake#something something about trusting colors strength and ability to protect him and craving this unfamiliar sensation of willing submission#bc he trusts color not to hurt him maliciously
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