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disastersareajoy · 10 months

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The Shower Incident

Stu x Billy x FEM!Reader

Tags: Sex toy, masturbation, voyeurism for a sec, dirty stuff happens in the shower obviously, dirty talk, degradation, praise, lots of kissing, marking, handjob, edging, begging, slight dacryphilia, mention of denial, mention of being tied up, mention of oral (fem receiving, and giving to a toy), mention of double penetration, mention of anal (fem and male receiving), open end, Sub!Reader, Dom!Billy, implied Switch!Stu but mostly Sub!Stu

Hiya babes!

I had this idea and it wouldn't leave me alone the entire day so I wrote it down and if I do say so myself: This shit it pretty hot.

I'm super glad my first public fic is with these two idiots because I love them to the moon and back and cannot get enough of them. I hope you enjoy this wild ride - I know I did. I wrote this in like an hour and then proofread it four times total, but English isn't my first language so if you see any mistakes feel free to (politely) let me know and I will fix it. Same as any tags I missed. Of course, non mistake related comments are also very welcomed. I hope you thouroughly enjoy this product of my brain rot! Let me know what ya think.

Stu and Billy had been away for a few days and you were needy. Wanting to be bent over and fucked hard and rough, four hands gripping at your body and manipulating you into whatever position they desire. They were supposed to come back in the evening so you wanted to take a shower before then.

That's when the idea struck.

You practically stumbled over your own feet to get to the closet and pull out the box of toys the three of you had accumulated over time.

You picked out your favorite dildo and quickly made your way to the bathroom. With the help of the suction cup the toy stuck to the shower wall. After cleaning yourself in record speed you bent over and pushed back onto the dildo. It filled you slowly and stretched you perfectly. Your wetness made the intrusion easy but the thickness of the toy still made you pause, and forced you to take a couple of deep breaths. Although it wasn't long before you were fucking yourself back onto it and completely loosing your mind in the process. Moaning their names and begging into the empty room.

At the same time Billy and Stu were on their way up to your shared apartment. The two of them decided to surprise you by coming home a couple hours early so you could eat dinner together and cuddle up in front of the TV.

When they came through the front door and weren't immediately met with your smiling face, kissing and hugging them in greeting, they were a bit perplexed.

That was until they heard the shower running.

And then they heard a litany of moans, accompanied by a loud slapping sound of skin against tile. They shared a look and ventured closer to the bathroom door which you had left open a crack in your hurry to fuck yourself.

The sight they find absolutely takes their breath away. The shower is on and water is hitting your back as you're bent over nothing, supporting yourself with your hands against the wall as you continuously slam your ass back onto the dildo stuck to the tile wall. They can see the toy glistening with your wetness and someone lets out a groan. You don't hear it and keep moving your hips with a clearly desperate and already fucked out sway to it.

They're both stuck in their spot, staring at the divine sight that is you. The way your body moves to get the perfect angle of the dildo, your thighs trembling with exertion and your hand aimlessly sliding against the wet wall, trying desperately to hold onto something. The way your pussy stretches to accommodate for the thickness of what they recognize as your favorite dildo. The one that you love sucking on when they both have you filled. Or that you love for them to fuck you with when they're getting your ass ready and you already need your pussy filled.

The dildo that's been in all of your holes to help pleasure, tease, edge and make you cum. They can't get enough of watching you throw yourself onto the dildo, making such loud and obscene noises.

What finally gets them to snap out of the trance your body has put them in is your next moan.

“Billy, please.” You interrupt yourself with another desperate whine. “Fuck, please fuck me harder. I need you so bad. Oh my god, Stu.” You elongate the end of Stu's name with a loud moan that's closer to a sob if anything. With the way your hips tilted, Billy suspects you found the perfect angle to hit that special spot inside you. Next to him, Stu breathes out a small moan and looks at Billy with a plea in his eyes.

“Go.”

With the okay given, Stu bursts through the door and is on you in no time. He grabs your face in both hands and barely sees your eyes open in surprise before he has his mouth pressed to yours. Desperately making out with you while making sure you're still fucking yourself onto the dildo. He mumbles out praises between kisses, not able to stop himself from telling you how good you look.

"You look delicious. Fucking yourself so desperately, moaning our names like we're here with you. You that pent up, baby? It's been three days and you're so needy you start fucking yourself how you want us to fuck you, huh?”

“But it's not the same, is it?”

Now Billy joins in as well. He already stripped out of his clothes, completely naked and palming at his erection while Stu kneels halfway under the spray of water, drenching his clothes. You mewl a negative, not trusting yourself with words. Afraid that if you pull away from Stu and open your mouth the only thing coming out would be pleas and their names.

“No. Even though our good little slut is filled to the brim by a toy and is fucking herself just as fast as we do, she still can't quite get it right. Can you, doll?”

You make a non-committal noise and place your hands on Stu's shoulders, thankful to have something to hold on to. Billy is unsatisfied with your wordless answer and grabs Stu by his hair, pulling his head back to expose his long neck, stopping you from hiding in his kisses. Stu whines long and loud before staring back at you, desperation clear in his eyes.

“Please baby, answer him.”

“Aww. Would you look at that? At least one whore here remembers his manners.”

Billy leans down to press hungry kisses onto Stu's mouth. Both of them moaning into each other's mouth, making you want even more. You mewl and whine at the display in front of you. Billy pulls away from Stu's mouth with a grin that he then turns on you.

“You better start using your words. Or he's gonna get all the attention and you can watch without touching yourself. And cumming will be completely off the table.” With that he attaches his mouth to Stu's neck, kissing up and down, sucking marks into the soft skin and biting. Which makes Stu let out the most beautiful array of whines and moans you've ever heard.

“Please,” you manage to breathe out.

“Please, what?” Billy still has his face in Stu's neck while answering, not letting his mouth detach for long. You whine and can't help yourself from slowing down your movements to gather your thoughts long enough to form a sentence.

“Please, Billy. Please fuck me. Both of you. I need you so bad, please ” Billy pulls away from Stu and grabs your jaw hard with his hand, turning your face in his direction. He gets close to you and smirks. “There she is. That's the good little whore we've been waiting to fuck for three days.” He doesn't let you answer before attaching his lips to yours and making you moan into his mouth. He lets go of your jaw and grabs your shoulders instead, shoving you back onto the dildo, hard. You moaned into his mouth as he forces you to start fucking yourself again. Distantly, you hear Stu whine as he kneels in front of you and waits for his turn to be kissed again.

Once you have a steady rhythm going again, Billy pulls away. He looks at you with a grin and you could tell he has something planned.

“Now, I asked you a question. And you didn't answer. Instead, you made out with this little attention whore next to me.” A moan from Stu. “But I want you to answer my question. I will not repeat it, and neither will Stu. You're gonna have to use your big girl brain and remember what I asked you. And you're not gonna stop fucking yourself on that dildo. If you slow down you don't get to cum. If you stop you get to watch, tied up and gagged as I fuck Stu into the mattress.” A whine from Stu. “But if you keep going and answer me correctly,” his grin widens and he leans back slightly. “Then you get exactly what you want.”

You moan, frustrated that you don't immediately remember what he asked you. While you're desperately trying to remember the question and not slow down your hips, Billy starts helping Stu get his wet clothes off. He also shuts off the water which leaves your skin cooling down rapidly, goosebumps appearing on your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

Once he has all of Stu's clothes off, he kneels behind him and starts palming his dick. Slowly but firmly taking it in hand and stroking him up and down. Stu lets his head fall back onto Billy's shoulder and moans unabashedly at how good he feels. How good Billy is making him feel. The sight makes your concentration waver. Your mind is completely empty, safe for the two beautiful men in front of you. The way their hair sticks to their foreheads, Billy looking at you with hunger in his eyes and that feral edge. Stu squeezes his eyes shut as he softly starts thrusting into Billy's hand. Usually that would have earned him a slap to the thighs and a warning, but right now all Billy wanted was to tease you.

He takes pity on you as Stu grows closer and closer, holding onto Billy and you with one hand each.

“I'll give you a little hint, darling. How does the dildo feel?” Suddenly his words sprang back into your mind.

“Even though our good little slut is filled to the brim by a toy and is fucking herself just as fast as we do, she still can't quite get it right. Can you, doll?”

You immediately scramble for an answer.

“Fuck, Billy.”

“Good start.”

You whine once more as your hips desperately try to keep up the pace Billy had set for you.

“I can't get it right,” you sob in frustration as your wetness drips down your legs. With the shower turned off you can be sure it was the juices of your pussy that are making such obscene noises and dripping slowly down your thighs.

Billy gives Stu's sensitive tip extra attention, making the tall man writhe in his place on Billy's lap. He moans as a blush spreads down his chest. “That's right doll, you can't. But why? And you better hurry because if Stu cums before you answer, you're watching.” He chuckles at your frustrated groan and speeds up his hand on Stu's cock.

“I- oh my fuckin God. I can't get it right because-” Stu moans loud and desperate, getting closer each second. “Because it's not hard enough.” Billy hums long, considering your answer. “Yes. But why?” You groan again, this time louder and with more annoyance behind it. “Careful,” Billy spoke low and with warning.

With one last whine you focus all your concentration on your words and close your eyes. “I can't get it right because you fuck me so much harder and I can't fake that. I need your hands on my hips as you pull me into every thrust and I need you to speak to me, to call me names and to tell me I'm doing good. I need you to pound into me like I'm your personal toy and I can't fake that with a dildo, please. Please fuck me like I need you to. I'm begging you Billy, please.”

You prepare yourself to hear Billy ask you for another, better answer, but it didn't come. Instead you hear Stu's sob and whine as he is denied his orgasm. No doubt having been right on the edge. When you open your eyes again, Stu looks back at you with tired, teary eyes and his mouth hanging open. Billy on the other hand looks absolutely feral. His eyes have a certain glint in it that tells you that you are in for a ride.

He reaches out to touch your cheek and strokes his thumb over your skin. “That's a good girl. And just in time too.” He softly pushes Stu to sit on the shower floor and keeps a leg behind his back to help him stay upright while he pulls on your shoulders to stop you from continuing to fuck yourself on your dildo. “Now, you have 5 minutes to help Stu get up and get both of your asses to the bedroom. I want you on the bed, legs spread and ready with Stu right between them. He gets to make you extra worked up with his mouth as a bit of revenge for his edge.” At that, Stu hums satisfied and lets out a chuckle.

“I'm gonna watch him edge you however often he sees fit, and then we're both going to fuck you. Nice and hard.” Billy grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a quick kiss before staring at you an inch away from your face. “Because I know that's what our little whore craves. Isn't it?” You nod eagerly and correct yourself with a quick “Yes sir,” before Billy can say anything.

As soon as Billy lets go of your jaw and nods his head towards the bathroom door, you're scrambling to help Stu on his feet, your own knees still wobbly.

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

God, he loves the both of you so much.

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

#this was supposed to be a quick ramble #and then it got horribly away from me #so you're welcome i guess?#anyways these two have me in a chokehold today and this idea just wouldn't leave me alone #Stu Macher x Reader #Billy Loomis x Reader #Stu Macher x Billy Loomis #Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Reader #Fem!Reader #Slasher smut #Stu Macher smut #Billy Loomis smut #brain rot #someone take my phone away pls #if this is well received i'll make a second part with Stu more in focus #because he was a little more passive in this one #i just realized no one cums in this #oops???

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fence-time · 4 months

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DUDE I WAS SHOWIMG MY MUM SOME OF YOUR SKIZZ FANART AND SHE STARTED SWIPING ON MY PHOTOS AND SHE SAW THE FUCKING HARNESS SKIZZ THING. I HOPE YOUR HAPPY. /NM

….ooops? :D

#fence posts #SERIOUSLY THOYGH-#OOPS???#I’M SORRY BUT MY WORK IS NSFM (NOT SAFE FOR MOTHERS)#JEJEHEHEHEHE :P

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dead-vape · 4 months

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Been reading too much smut again and now I give a fuck about hockey

#how did that happen #which team to I cheer for #oops???#hockey #smut #pucking around #I’m a Caleb girlie tbh #matching all the way

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wanderers--of--light · 5 days

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faithful - for the single-word fic prompt!

G'ari stared out into the calming dark waters of the ocean as he perched on top of a small cliff outcropping. His eyes glazed over, taking in the sight and his ears twitched listening to the rolling waves that sloshed down below him.

It had been several months since G'ari left Captain Tarasch's crew and headed out on his own adventure to... Find himself, he supposed. But he still felt that emptiness inside him that threatened to rip open his chest every waking moment of the day.

He scowled darkly at himself, his brows pinched together and his eyes squinted. G'ari knew exactly why he felt this way, and it was annoying. It was a clear distraction and blockade to his fun and freeing adventure where he threw caution to the wind. Although, maybe it's because he was throwing caution to the wind was why he felt like he was struggling so much.

G'ari's mind supplied him with the last conversation he had with Elliaunt--his best friend, the guy who shared so many similarities to G'ari and the one who understood him the most. When Elliaunt had gotten hurt, he beat himself up because he had almost lost him--had almost lost Elliaunt--the guy he could count on and be there for him no matter what. He remembered the look of hurt and betrayal in the Elezen's eyes when he confronted G'ari about leaving the crew.

"You're kidding, right? What ever happened to sticking together?"

"I just wanted to go off on my own, it's no big deal." G'ari turned away and continued packing what little he had into his bag. Elliaunt gripped his arm and forced the Miqo'te to look at him. G'ari took in a sharp inhale, glancing up into Elliaunt's viridian eyes.

The way the green darkened like a forest during a midnight storm, with tall opposing trees swaying in the harsh winds. His brows had been furrowed deeply, creating creases in the middle and his forehead. But more than that, more than the anger, G'ari could see tears form just along the waterline. And suddenly, G'ari felt horrible.

"Is this because of what happened?" Elliaunt asked with a soft voice--a huge contrast to the anger that fumed out from him. G'ari didn't respond and looked away with a frown.

Elliaunt sighed and released G'ari's arm--his hand dropped to his side and the Elezen teen took a half-step back.

"Look. It wasn't your fault. You know that."

G'ari scoffed, rolling his eyes and he turned to look up at Elliaunt again. "But it was my fault! You got hurt because of me--you almost died, Elli."

Elliaunt gently took G'ari's shoulders and dipped his head down--the Elezen was much taller than G'ari, which came as no surprise being an Elezen and all--but despite his height, Elliaunt could still make himself feel and look small, which always amazed G'ari.

"But I didn't die. I'm still here, with you. So..." Elliaunt pressed his lips together and G'ari could see a single tear roll down his friend's cheek. G'ari didn't know what came over him, but he reached his hand out and wiped the tear away, feeling the softness of Elliaunt's face against his fingers. Elliaunt was startled, eyes blinked widely and his lips slightly ajar. But the surprise passed and Elliaunt just leaned into G'ari's touch.

G'ari would be lying if he said that didn't stir up butterflies inside his stomach.

"I have to go, Elli."

"Do you have to...?"

Every single molecule that was running inside of G'ari was screaming to say no. That he didn't have to leave. But the guilt that still gnawed at his heart was telling him he still had to go. Had to get away to clear his head and figure out who he is and who he wants to be.

"I'm sorry, Elli. I have to."

Elliaunt didn't say anything after that and just drew the ginger Miqo'te into his arms. G'ari's head pressed up against his friend's chest and he could hear the steady heartbeat loud in his ears. It was calming.

G'ari wasn't sure how long they stood there, holding each other in each other's arms. But their moment was interrupted by the sounds of the other crew members laughing boisterously as they came down the stairs from the deck.

"I promise I'll write," G'ari started with a tremor in his voice. He cleared his throat. "I promise, okay? And when I'm ready, I'll come back. I'll come back to the crew... And I'll come back to you."

Elliaunt's face was unreadable, his verdant eyes traced every feature of G'ari, carefully taking the Miqot'e in, maybe as a way to capture the memory before G'ari had to leave for good.

"I'll hold you up to your promise, G'ar," Elliaunt said finally with a sad smile. It hurt G'ari to see him like this, so G'ari cupped Elliaunt's face and brought him down so he could place a gentle kiss against Elliaunt's forehead.

"Please, have a little more faith in me," G'ari responded with a haughty smirk.

Elliaunt rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as well. "Oh, I'm sorry dear faithful friend who remembers their promises." A pause. Then, Elliaunt cackled, poking G'ari's cheeks when G'ari pouted up at the Elezen boy.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," G'ari deadpanned, which only made Elliaunt laugh even more. "I'll show you how faithful I can be. I'll write you a letter every day! And each of those letters is gonna be me bragging about how awesome my adventures are. You're going to be so jealous." The Miqo'te grinned deviously.

"I'm looking forward to it," Elliaunt responded.

G'ari sighed, shaking his head from the melancholic thoughts that rolled inside his mind. The Miqo'te got up, brushed his pants and stood tall. The weather had gotten slightly darker, with the clouds looming overhead. He figured now was a good time as any to head to the nearest outpost and sleep for the night. Maybe write those letters to send to the crew and Elliaunt as well.

He turned on his heel, leaving the peaceful view of the ocean behind him.

#answered #gatheredfates #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #miqo'te #elezen #ffxiv wol #ff14 wol #warrior of light #rika's wol: G'ari Tia #ic: G'ari Tia #ffxiv fic #T-THIS ENDED UP WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED #OOPS???#ALSO THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TY <3 <3 <3 #logged in specifically to take these pics too

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aromanticbuck · 3 months

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Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, technology consultant

"You've got more tactical training than anyone else in this building." "Yeah. But I'm a civilian now. I'm happy behind my computer."

Things were kind of exactly what Mouse expected them to be when he got back to Chicago. It wasn't exactly a willing move, after they were almost blown up and stuck in hospital beds for weeks, but he got to go home and be comfortable afterwards, at least for a few years. He went back to a life where there were cameras pointed at him during every event, where he showed up to every fundraiser with a smile and coy comments about the absence of a lucky woman in his life. It wasn't perfect, but it was familiar enough that it was easy.

When he finally mustered up the courage to tell his parents why he never brought a date to any of those events, that ease was ripped out from under his feet. It put him in a cheap apartment with no working heater just before winter. It left him with a conditional meal every two weeks as long as he behaved while they were in public. It ended in a scene that he would have rather avoided, and his best friend finding out about a secret he'd been trying to hold onto so tightly...

Because the last time he told someone, he lost the only family he knew.

But that best friend was sitting by his bed when he opened his eyes a week and a half later, when he'd decided that the world he was living in wasn't worth staying in. That best friend offered a couch, in an apartment that wasn't freezing, and free food that didn't come with conditions. And he was allowed to stay as long as he needed to, or as long as he wanted, whether he got clean and functioned as a member of society or not. It was more support than he'd ever gotten from his parents, even with their seemingly endless bank account and time in the spotlight.

Living with Jay was good, and no part of him wanted to leave, so he didn't. As time went on, Mouse did get clean, leaving even the over the counter painkillers in the back of the medicine cabinet unless it was a particularly bad day. He got a job, and then another one when that didn't work out, and another, and another. When an old contact invited him to do something legal, doing minor repairs on ticket machines and printers at the airport, he found out he liked it. He'd missed working with technology, looking up information on Google to quiz Jay before a final not nearly as satisfying. And, even if he couldn't always work with machines, he could stay on at the airport and do odd jobs on the clock for whoever needed it.

He'd been fixing up a slow loading connection at a terminal desk when he actually made a friend that he didn't live with. Kim was a flight attendant, and she was friendly, and she'd brought him a silly little magnet from a layover in Florida to thank him for fixing the computer. And that turned into magnets from every layover, and coffee when she was in Chicago, and jokes that no one else understood, and a friendship that lasted beyond when she switched careers.

In fact, she was the one who recommended him when a tech position opened up with the Chicago Police Department. It was better than fixing ticket terminals and running from one end of the airport to the other just for ten minutes to eat an over priced lunch. It was regular hours, and a steady paycheck, and he didn't have to worry about not making his half of the rent just because everything at O'Hare happened to run smoothly for a week.

[ Jay ]

#mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #november 2011;#alex does moodboards #au #one chicago au #moustead #this au doesn't have a tag #oops???#anyway i love them

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