Pairing: Amir/Barry Styles/Johnny Splash

RaspBarry Rouge & Hosette Tharpe concepts by talented moot @qt33pi !!! GO SHOW HIS ART SOME LOVE RN

Wordcount: 2.3k

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"Presenting Hosette Tharpe!" Giving the strings a final tug, the corset is properly laced - RaspBarry admires her work, hand coming around to grasp Hosette's chin, gently squeezing at her cheeks. "Isn't she gorgeous? Might just be my best work yet.." Still in shock, Amir struggles to form an immediate response, though his expression speaks volumes. He focuses on the dip of her waist - he's mapped every inch of her skin beneath his fingertips, and yet he still stands in disbelief at just how prominent every curve now stood. "She's…." The words catch in his throat - Perfect. || Johnny wants to be a pretty lady too.

Pairing: Amir/Barry Styles/Johnny Splash (Date Everything)

Important tags/warnings: NSFW/smut, dacryphilia, handjobs/blowjobs, oral fixation, overstimulation, praise/degredation kink, very steamy threesome but with many tender moments

“Care to join us, dear?” He calls out, squeezing his hand around the base of Johnny’s length, which in turn earns a loud moan from him as well as turns his attention on their intruder, finally. His eyes widen, and an expression akin to that of an excited puppy washes over him. Barry’s hand trembles on the doorknob - he’d be an idiot to decline such a request. “Yes,” Barry breathes out, glasses already fogging, though he’s unsure if it’s from the literal steam filling the room or his already growing arousal. He wonders for a moment what good deed he must have committed for the universe to bless him with such a beautiful sight. || Or, Johnny and Amir decide to blow off some steam, and Barry is dragged into the throes (consensually of course)

Pairing: Amir/Barry Styles/Johnny Splash

Wordcount: 1.7k

RaspBarry & Hosette concepts by @qt33pi !!!

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There'd been hardly any entertainment that night, and Hosette was growing restless. The sight of her sweetheart was perfectly enticing, drawing her in—engrossed in his current doings, he doesn't catch on to her approach.

Perfect.

Her palm finds the top of his hat, pressing it down and watching the flush of his face when it covers his eyes. With little time for further reaction, his chin is grasped between her fingers; a kiss finds its way to his cheek, in which she beams when he melts into the touch.

"I miss you," she breathes out, low in his ear—uncaring of wandering eyes that follow her display. "Look at me."

In turn, he's already wrapped around her finger, circling his arm around her waist. A gasp escapes her when she's pulled flush against his side.