BHABIE

https://www.tumblr.com/formerelswhore/782207868566945792/plotting-a-series-where-oc-has-her-fingers-wrapped

if not may i borrow this idea?? (ill give credit)

plotting a series where oc has her fingers wrapped around paige, juju and caitlin— basically just them chasing after her while oc turns their hopes up

(in reality she just loves the attention and loves how good they fuck her)

She's showing you what her tounge piercing can do

vibrating tounge piercing. munch.

Caitlin’s arm rested casually over your shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, you leaned into her warmth, the familiar scent of her shampoo grounding you, she laughed at something on the screen, her lips parted, and a glint of metal caught your eye.

You froze, tilting your head to get a better look, a small, sleek piercing adorned her tongue, shimmering faintly in the low light, uour breath hitched, caitlin had never mentioned this before.

“Since when do you have a tongue piercing?” you asked, your voice a mix of curiosity and surprise, caitlin’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk, her eyes sparkling with something playful yet secretive.

“Oh, this? Got it a couple weeks ago, didn’t itell you?” Her tone was teasing, like she knew exactly what she was doing by keeping it a surprise, you shook your head, still staring at the piercing as she flicked her tongue out playfully, letting you see it more clearly.

It wasn’t just any piercing—it looked... different. sleek, almost high-tech, with a subtle curve that seemed designed for more than just aesthetics.

“What’s that look for?” she asked, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a low, sultry murmur. “Wanna know what it can do?” your pulse quickened, heat creeping up your neck.

Before you could respond, caitlin closed the distance between you, her lips brushing against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, the first thing you noticed was the cool metal of the piercing against your tongue, a contrast to the warmth of her mouth.

But then—oh... a soft, rhythmic vibration hummed from the piercing, sending a shiver through you, your eyes widened, and you pulled back slightly, gasping. “Caitlin, is that... a vibrator?” you whispered, half shocked, half intrigued.

She grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction “Maybe.. wanna find out what it feels like... elsewhere?” your heart pounded as she kissed you again, deeper this time, letting the subtle buzz of the piercing dance against your lips, your tongue, your skin.

She didn’t explain—she showed you, her kisses trailed down your jaw, along the sensitive curve of your neck, each touch amplified by the faint, teasing vibration.

It was unlike anything you’d ever felt, a mix of cool metal and pulsing warmth that made your skin tingle and your breath catch, caitlin’s hands were gentle but sure, guiding you to lie back on the couch as she settled between your thighs. Her eyes locked onto yours, searching for permission, and you nodded, your body already aching for her.

She didn’t rush, she kissed her way down your stomach, her tongue piercing grazing your skin, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through you with every touch, when her mouth finally found you, the sensation was electric.

The cool metal of the piercing pressed against your most sensitive spot, and then the vibration started soft at first, then building into a steady, pulsing rhythm that made your hips arch off the couch.

Caitlin’s tongue moved with practiced skill, the piercing amplifying every flick, every swirl, until your world narrowed to the heat of her mouth and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

“Fuck, Caitlin” you gasped, your fingers tangling in her hair as she worked you closer to the edge, she hummed in response, the vibration intensifying for a moment, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips.

She didn’t stop, didn’t let up, her hands gripping your thighs as she brought you higher and higher, the combination of her tongue, the piercing, and the relentless buzz was too much, and you came undone with a cry, your body trembling beneath her.

When you finally caught your breath, Caitlin crawled up to kiss you, her lips soft and warm, the piercing now still but still cool against your skin, she smirked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

azzi catching paige getting to fuck you withour her considering, the fact azzi has been wanting to fuck you these past few days

jealousy. fingering

“Babe, you’re killing me over there,” she said, her voice low and teasing, she was leaning against the kitchen counter, her blonde hair loose and messy, her shorts riding low on her hips, her eyes, sharp and playful, were locked on you, and you felt a familiar heat crawl up your spine.

You smirked, tossing your phone aside. “Oh? What’s got you all worked up, Bueckers?” Paige didn’t answer right away, instead, she crossed the room in a few strides, her athletic frame towering over you as she leaned down, hands braced on either side of the couch.

Her lips were inches from yours, her breath warm. “You” she murmured “looking like that, acting all innocent when you know exactly what you’re doing.” Your heart raced, but you played coy, tilting your head

“And what am i doing, exactly?” Her grin was wicked. “Driving me fucking crazy.” Before you could respond, paige closed the gap, her lips crashing into yours with a hunger that made your toes curl.

Her hands were everywhere tugging at the hem of your shirt, sliding under the fabric to graze your skin, you gasped into her mouth, and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue teasing yours as she pressed herself closer.

“Paige..” you breathed, half laughing, half moaning as she pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it across the room, her eyes darkened as she took you in, her gaze lingering on the curve of your collarbone, the lace of your bra.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous” she muttered, her hands deftly unbuttoning your jeans, she didn’t waste time, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband, finding you already wet and wanting, you arched into her touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips as she teased you, her movements slow and deliberate.

“Paige, please” you begged, your voice trembling with need “Since you asked so nicely” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear as she slid your jeans down your legs, she knelt between your thighs, her hands spreading you open, and the first swipe of her tongue had you gasping, your fingers tangling in her hair.

Paige was relentless, her mouth working you with a skill that made your head spin, her fingers curling inside you in perfect rhythm, the world narrowed to the heat of her breath, the pressure building low in your belly, the way she murmured your name like a prayer.

You came undone with a cry, your body trembling as paige held you through it, her lips pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you caught your breath, she climbed back up, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

“You’re so fucking perfect” she said, her voice rough with desire, you were still reeling, your body buzzing, when the sound of keys jingling in the lock snapped you both out of the haze, the door swung open, and qzzi stepped inside, her gym bag slung over her shoulder.

Her dark curls were pulled back, her expression tired but warm until she saw you and paige tangled on the couch, clothes scattered, your lips swollen and paige’s hands still possessive on your hips.

“Oh” Azzi said, her voice sharp with surprise, her eyes flicked between you, and you could see the shift surprise melting into something hotter, something edged with jealousy.

“Looks like i missed the party.” Paige, ever the instigator, smirked, leaning back on the couch but keeping a hand on your thigh. “Didn’t know you were coming home so soon, Fudd. You jealous?” Azzi dropped her bag, crossing her arms, her gaze was intense, pinning you in place. “Jealous? Maybe. i’ve been thinking about her all day, and you just… got to her first.” Her voice was low, almost a growl, and the air in the room shifted, charged with a new kind of tension.

You swallowed, your pulse racing again. “Azzi…” you started, but she was already moving, closing the distance between you, she knelt in front of you, her hands gentle but firm as she cupped your face, her thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook” she said, her voice softening but still laced with that possessive edge “I wanted you first.” Paige laughed, low and throaty. “There’s plenty to go around, babe, no need to fight.” But Azzi wasn’t backing down.

She kissed you, hard and claiming, her lips softer than paige’s but no less demanding, the contrast made your head spin paige’s playful hunger versus azzi’s deep, emotional intensity.

You melted into her, your hands finding her waist, pulling her closer, azzi’s fingers trailed down your neck, your chest, pausing to trace the marks paige had left on your skin, she pulled back, her eyes narrowing.

“She marked you up” azzi said, almost to herself, then, to paige “You’re gonna have to share.” Paige raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “Oh, i’m sharing, but you gotta catch up.”

Azzi didn’t need to be told twice. She tugged her shirt off, revealing smooth skin and the lean muscle of her arms, and you couldn’t help but stare, she climbed onto the couch, straddling your hips, her hands guiding yours to her waistband.

“Help me out” she whispered, and you did, your fingers trembling as you undid her jeans, sliding them down her legs, azzi’s touch was different slower, more deliberate, like she was savoring every second.

She kissed you again, her hands roaming, exploring, claiming you in her own way, paige watched, her eyes dark with interest, occasionally leaning in to kiss your shoulder or whisper something filthy in your ear.

Azzi’s fingers found you, and you gasped, still sensitive from paige’s earlier attention, she moved with purpose, her eyes locked on yours, watching every reaction.

“You’re mine too” she murmured, and the possessiveness in her voice sent a shiver through you, paige’s hand slid up your back, grounding you, reminding you of her presence.It was overwhelming, the way they both wanted you, the way they balanced each other.

When you came again, it was azzi’s name on your lips, but paige’s hand in your hair.

Later, as the three of you lay tangled in blankets, the jealousy had faded, replaced by soft touches and quiet laughter, azzi’s head rested on your chest, paige’s arm slung over your waist. “We’re gonna have to make a schedule or something,” paige joked, and Azzi rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Or” you said, your voice sleepy but content “we could just keep doing this, together.”

— HI GUYS! so the ban on my account has been lifted so im going to stay on my main account now ^^ @imnotkaizer

first time scissoring with you whiny girlfriend juju

nsfw. scissoring

Juju’s beneath you, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her brown eyes wide and shimmering with need, her skin is flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening on her collarbone as she props herself up on her elbows, watching you position yourself.

You straddle one of her thighs, your core brushing against her skin, and the contact alone sends a shiver through you , slowly, you guide her leg up, hooking it over your shoulder, aligning your bodies until your slick folds press against hers. “Fuck” you breathe, the warmth and wetness of her against you sparking heat up your spine.

You roll your hips experimentally, and the sensation is electric, a soft gasp escaping you both, juju’s hands grip the sheets, her lips parting as she feels you move. “Oh my god,” she murmurs, her voice already trembling. “That… that feels so good.” You find a rhythm, slow at first, grinding your hips in a steady, deliberate motion.

The friction is intense, your clits brushing just right, sending jolts of pleasure through you, juju’s breaths come faster her chest heaving as she tries to match your movements, her hips rocking up to meet yours.

The wet sounds of your bodies sliding together fill the room, mingling with your shared moans. “Juju” you whisper, leaning forward slightly, your hands bracing on either side of her. “You’re so fucking perfect like this.” Her eyes flutter, a soft whine slipping from her throat as the pressure builds. “It’s… it’s so much” she gasps, her voice high and needy. “I didn’t know it’d feel like this.” Her hips stutter, and she grips your thigh, nails digging in as she starts to unravel.

“You’re doing so good” you murmur, picking up the pace, your own pleasure spiraling as you watch her, her whines grow louder, more desperate, each one sending a fresh wave of heat through you, she’s trembling now, her body arching as she grinds against you, chasing the high.

“Fuck, please” Juju whimpers, her voice breaking. “It’s too good, I’m—oh god.” Her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth falling open as another high pitched whine spills out, the sound drives you wild, your hips moving faster, the slick heat between you overwhelming, you can feel your own climax building, the tight coil in your core ready to snap. “Look at me” you say, voice low and urgent.

Her eyes open, hazy with lust, and the sight of her flushed, whiny, completely undone pushes you closer to the edge “Come with me, baby. Let go.” She nods frantically, her whines turning into broken moans as her body tenses “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m coming” she cries, her hips bucking wildly against you.

Her orgasm hits hard, her body shaking as she clings to you, her nails leaving crescent marks on your skin, the sight and sound of her unraveling sends you over the edge, you come with a shuddering moan, your hips grinding down as waves of pleasure crash through you, your body pulsing against hers.

The room spins, your breaths mingling as you both ride out the aftershocks, bodies slick and trembling, finally, you slow, collapsing beside her, both of you panting, juju’s still whining softly, little aftershocks making her twitch as she curls into you “Holy shit” she mumbles, her voice hoarse. “That was… intense.” You laugh softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You were so fucking cute, whining like that.” She buries her face in your neck, a shy giggle escaping her. “Shut up” she mutters, but her arms tighten around you, and you know she’s smiling.

abby just loving the way how her thick fingers are stretching you out.. but there is ellie degrading the shit out of you.

praising. degrading. fingering. jealousy

Abby’s broad frame looms over you, her presence warm, her thick fingers buried deep inside you, curling with a deliberate slowness that makes your breath hitch, her other hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread open on the bed, vulnerable and exposed.

Her lips brush your ear, voice low and honeyed. “God, look at you, taking my fingers so well” Abby murmurs, her tone dripping with praise. “So fucking perfect, stretching out for me like this, you’re doing so good, baby.” Your body trembles under her touch, thighs quaking as she presses deeper, her fingers thick and unrelenting, coaxing whimpers from your lips.

The stretch burns just right, and her words wrap around you like a lifeline, grounding you in the haze of pleasure. But then there’s ellie, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her sharp green eyes glinting with something cruel, she’s been watching the whole time, her lips curled into a smirk that promises nothing soft.

Her voice cuts through Abby’s warmth like a blade. “Pathetic” Ellie sneers, tilting her head as she looks you over “Look at you, whining like a desperate little slut, you’re practically begging for it, aren’t you? so fucking needy it’s embarrassing.” Your cheeks flush, a wave of shame crashing over you, but abby’s fingers don’t falter, she presses a kiss to your temple, her breath hot against your skin.

“Ignore her, sweetheart” she whispers, her voice a soothing contrast to ellie’s venom. “You’re so beautiful like this, opening up for me, i’m so proud of you.” The push and pull of their words makes your head spin, abby’s fingers curl again, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur, and a broken moan spills from your lips.

She hums in approval, her thumb brushing your clit in slow, teasing circles. “That’s it, baby” she coos. “Let me take care of you. You’re so tight, so perfect.” Ellie scoffs, stepping closer, her boots heavy on the floor, she leans down, her face inches from yours, her breath ghosting over your flushed skin.

“You think you’re special just because she’s sweet-talking you?” she taunts, her voice dripping with disdain “You’re just a hole for her to fuck, nothing more, bet you’d let anyone stretch you out if they asked, wouldn’t you?” The words sting, twisting something sharp in your chest, but Abby’s hand tightens on your thigh, grounding you. “Don’t listen to her” she says firmly, her fingers pumping faster now, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room.

“You’re mine, and you’re doing so fucking good, look at how you take me, how you let me in, so strong, so gorgeous.” Your body arches, caught between the warmth of abby’s praise and the cold edge of ellie’s degradation.

Tears prick your eyes, but the pleasure is overwhelming, building into something unstoppable, ellie’s smirk widens as she watches you unravel. “Go on, cry about it” she mocks “you’re such a mess, falling apart like a cheap toy, bet you love being used like this.” Abby growls softly, her focus unwavering as she leans over you, shielding you from ellie’s gaze. “You’re so close, aren’t you, baby?” she whispers, her voice a lifeline.

"Come for me. Show me how good you feel." The coil in your core snaps, and you come with a choked sob, your body shuddering as abby’s fingers work you through it, her praise a constant murmur in your ear, ellie’s laughter is sharp, but it’s distant now, drowned out by the warmth of Abby’s touch, her voice guiding you back.

As you catch your breath, Abby kisses your forehead, her fingers slipping out slowly, leaving you empty and sensitive “You did so good” she says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, ellie just rolls her eyes, already turning for the door. “Whatever” she mutters. “Have fun cleaning up her mess.” But Abby’s arms are around you now, pulling you close, and her warmth is all that matters.