#multiple partners
I’ll be like Look! Look at this cool trick I taught my puppy!!! Then shove her head all the way down on your dick
I know it’s really just a thing for porn but I kind of love those positions in threesomes where one partner is just laying next to the other waiting to be used. Like god yes, stay arched and in proper doggy position while I use your friend next to you, show me how pretty you are, demonstrate how well trained you are, sit patiently waiting for me to use you next, let me grab at your body to admire how good you look and feel while I’m still pumping in and out of them
birthday gang bang where a bunch of big scary doms take you to build-a-bear then brutalize your holes when you get home
I think it’d fun to work at a liquor store and clock needy little toys the moment they come up to the register. Maybe when their eyes linger on my hands too long when I take their drinks from them to ring them up, or maybe locking eye contact with them with a knowing look just to seem them blush and drop their gaze, knowing I’ve caught them checking me out. I’d save the biggest bottle they chose for last, scanning it and telling them their total and watching them wince at the price, but setting the bottle back onto counter instead of in their the bag with the others.
“I’ll let you have all of it for free if you ride this right here for me sweetie.”
They’d give me that startled, deer in the headlights look like they can’t believe what I just said to them unprompted, their mouth starting to form protests before their eyes drop to my hand still around the sides of the bottle on the counter and back at the price on the register display, before meekly nodding their head in agreement. I’d smile at them and softly whisper “Good girl/boy”, only making them blush harder and look down. They’d take a moment to glance around to ensure we’re alone before shyly starting to slid their pants and underwear in one movement off their hips. They’d take a hesitant look at the bottle on the counter, as if unsure what to do next and I’d just smile at them, reaching over the counter with both my hands and grabbing them under the arms, pulling them up and onto the counter itself in one fluid movement before they even know what was happening. They’d blush even harder at how I manhandled them, kneeling on the counter with their bottom half completely exposed, already lined up to bottle underneath them. I’d reach and gently play with them, making sure they’re ready before guiding the bottle into their hole myself, helping it slide inside them before leaning back and letting them take over, watching them move their hips and ride the bottle, moaning as they fuck it for me.
Sitting back and enjoying the show, smiling at them in encouragment whenever they remember what they’re doing for and open their eyes, looking at me like they need approval to enjoy it. They’d be so cute losing themselves in how good it feels to have my eyes on them while they fuck themselves senseless on their bottle.
Their eyes jolting open and them freezing where they are when the hear the door opening and the accompanying chime to tell me there’s a customer in the store. I’d meet their panicked eyes with a stern glance, ignoring their pleading look.
“Keep going.”
I’d stand to walk over to the register next to them and call out a greeting to the customer, letting them know the current sale and where the drink they’re looking for is, completely ignoring the needy thing bouncing on a glass bottle right next to me. Ringing them up casually when they come up with their purchases, making small talk like nothing’s out of the ordinary. They’d only finally glance over at them while I’m getting their change, but still directing their comments to me. “I don’t know how you keep finding them. Pretty little thing this time though, aren’t they?”
I’d smile and laugh it off, agreeing with them about how pretty they and handing them their change, telling them to have a good one as they walk out the door. Finally turning around and giving my attention back to the my current little plaything again. They knew enough to not dare cum while I was with my regular, but they’re a mess because of it, barely holding it in while they bounce on the bottle with even more enthusiasm then before, eyes half closed in ecstasy, their own exhibitionism and objectification clearly turning them on even more. Their eyes going in and out of focus even when I stand right in front of them, right up until I grab their chin and lift it to force them to look up into my gaze, taller then them despite their kneeling on the counter.
“You can cum now sweetie, you’ve done a good job.”
They’d go almost completely slack, collapsing with their head pressed into my chest and their hand between their legs, giving them the extra stimulation they need as they ride the bottle. Scream into my shirt and bunching it around their other hand as they try to ground themselves through their orgasm. I’d keep softly praising them and telling them what a good job they’ve done through it all. Their legs still shaking when they finally start to catch their breath and cautiously pull away to kneel on their own again, like they’re trying to gather themselves, unsure if they can handle their own balance.
I’d reach underneath them and pull the bottle out of them, making them whimper in overstimulation. I’d grab their chin with my hand and push the bottle into their mouth, making eye contact with them while I manhandle them into cleaning their own mess. After a few seconds I’d drop my hand and take bottle out, procuring a roll of paper towel from under the register and wiping it clean before setting it in the bag with the rest of their drinks. They’d be shakily climbing off the counter when I push the bag over to them, again smiling at them with almost pride, making them blush again. I’d watch their gaze shift down to the obvious bulge in my pants, making me to smile even wider.
“Maybe next time sweetie, this offers always on table when I’m on shift. I work tuesdays and thursday nights alone, less traffic on the tuesdays. I’ll see you soon okay doll?”
They’d blush, embarrassed that I knew they were already trying to figure out if it could happen again, take a few shy steps back before breaking into a brisk walk and leaving like they didn’t want to be seen in there any longer.
A few Tuesdays later they’d finally show up again, an overconfident friend they told about their previous experience in tow, excited to get free alcohol and see the show the original sub puts on to earn it. The moment the store door opens and chimes to let me know I have customers, I’d see them walking in together and fix a stern gaze on the sub from last time, silently communicating to them that I don’t appreciate their bringing along of someone trying to cut in our deal. They’d only blush and look away, not wanting to face my disappointment head on. I’d roll my eyes at the typical pushover submissive attitude and fix my attention on their friend as they move to browse the drinks in on display at the entrance.
“Hey. I know why you’re here.”
“I don’t give out free shows and drinks. You either leave and wait outside til they’re done, or you ride a bottle same as them and earn the same deal. Your choice.”
They’d sputter and complain, trying argue that they aren’t doing anything wrong and I can’t do that, trying to bluster their way into getting what I want. It’s only once I remind them that the entire deal is up to me in first place, that this isn’t a store policy and that deals like this are entirely up to my own discretion that they realize they have no power in this situation or any right to get what they had wanted out of it. They’d go silent, weighing the options in their head. They could leave and still get the benefit of the free drinks, but they look over at the original sub browsing away on the other side of the store where they escaped to avoid the awkward confrontation between their friend and I. The original sub is looking at larger bottles and tentatively placing their hand around one of them to get a gauge on its width, making it entirely obvious what they’re thinking about while browsing. The tag along watching them wanted the free alcohol yes, but they had really been more excited to see the original sub in such a compromising position tonight. They wouldn’t want to give up on that goal, and how hard could riding a bottle really be?? It’s not like they’re a stranger to penetration. They mutter to me that they’ll do it before leaving to browse bottles with their companion, taking a much more tentative look at their size and shape now that they have to think about the consequences of their choice.
A little bit later and they’d come up to the counter with their choices. The original sub having chosen a large, awkwardly shaped bottle that they seem to eye lustfully as they set it down for me to scan. In contrast, the new person that accompanied them chose a small, simple shaped bottled drink with a thin neck. It’s clear they’re nervous about what they’re about to do and chose accordingly. Once they’re scanned the original sub leans playfully over the counter at me and asks me if they can still get the deal from last time they were here. I’d chuckle yes as they kick off their bottoms and I reach over to pull them up onto the counter the same way as before, still making them blush just as hard at the action. While they start to line up the large bottle they chose with their hole, their friend looks at me and almost sullenly asks if they need to get on the other register counter right next to this one in order to get started. I’d looking confusedly at them like they said something that made no sense to me, then tell them that no, I need to keep the other register open in case I have to ring up any other customers. They’d ask me if I’m serious, since these two are clearly the only two in the store. I’d shrug and tell them that I’m still running a business here. They’d respond by asking me where the hell they’re supposed to do this then; and I’d only respond by using my hands to gently manhandle and slide the original sub a few inches over to one side of the free counter space to free up just a tiny amount of space. The newcomer would look disbelieving at me until they realized I was serious, then gritting down as they pull off their own bottoms and climb up onto the counter themselves. They’d take a moment to situate the bottle underneath them, then straighten up as it starts to slide in and immediately regret where it puts them as their face is now only inches from the original subs, who’s now moaning with their eyes closed as they ride their own bottle just in front of them.
The tag along would freeze, not knowing what to do so close to the person they came here to watch perform, not participate in the performance with. They’d only remember to keep riding their bottle when I place a heavy hand on their back and push them down onto it, kickstarting them into remembering what they’re doing and starting to bounce their hips on the glass filling them up. But the whole time they’d be staring at the original subs lips, memorized by being so close to them. They’d catch themselves leaning forward to kiss them and only barely catch themselves, stopping only an inch or two away from their face. But it’d be at that exact moment that the original sub opens their eyes to see their friend riding along with them, leaned in to kiss them just inches away. The original sub would grin and throw their hands around the tag alongs neck, pulling them in for a deep and sensual kiss as they continue to ride the bottles. They’d lose themselves in the moment, riding their glass choices together as they kiss until they cum wrapped in each others arms. They’d shakily climb off the bottles and I’d help each of them off the counter onto their wobbly legs before keeping my promise and giving them their chosen drinks for free. The original sub still glowing and their tag along partner looking suitably humbled after going through such an unexpected holy experience. I’d wish them both a good night after reminding them again of my typical work schedule, and watch with a little pride as they walk out of the store leaning on each other for stability
stupid little boy keeping his tent’s windows open all night as he sleeps. doesnt he know that the forest creatures consider that an invitation?
if he doesnt wake up in the midst of the wolves or the nymphs or the spirits burying themselves inside him, he’ll surely figure it out by morning, when he’s sticky and leaking
am i the only one who dreams of being possessed by a succubus?
like, being a passenger as a much more confident but probably no more horny than I creature inhabits my body and finds dozens of partners willing to spend some time satisfying my body, fucking deep into me and letting me ride them with enough passion it can almost be called violence. not having to worry about how to get myself into their bed, bc the demon is doing it for me. sure, it might be siphoning their sexual energy for itself, but i dont need that. as long as i can experience the sensation of dozens of cock stretching me out and giving me everything they possibly can- damn. its a sweet deal. being ravenous in a way that i, lets be honest, always am, but this time theres someone inhabiting me that can get me exactly what i want.
I don’t know I think it’d be kinda cute if your dom made you fuck someone else for their amusement while they watch, knowing that you don’t want to fuck this person at all, that you only want to be used by your dom, that the only reason you’re doing this is because you’re so obsessed and completely dedicated to making your dom happy that you’ll do anything for them. But as your dom watches you whimper and beg for someone else, their discontent starts to grow. As they watch you get fucked by someone else, watch someone else make you moan, seeing you grinding against them, seeing all their handiwork, their perfect sex toy they trained you to be being used by someone else, someone who’s just taking of advantage of all their hard work and effort and has no appreciation for what it took to break you and get you to this point. When you ask your dom from across the room if you could please cum, you’re so close, please let you cum with someone else, it finally sets them off. They trained you. They own you. You belong entirely to them. You’re perfectly trained for them, to ask them to cum even when it’s someone else getting you to that point. Next thing you know the person you were fucking is just gone and your dom is violently thrusting into you, fucking you so hard it hurts while choking and slapping you with one hand, telling you not to ever do that fucking shit again, if they ever see you fucking someone else ever again they’ll kill them, that you don’t get to fuck anyone else ever again, that you’re their private fuck property and that they will hurt you if you ever act like a stupid slut ever again.
I just feel like being squished between two people as I’m double penetrated, it gives the added benefit of being hugged.
The next time you have your friends over and I misbehave in front of them, tell me to take off my panties right in front of them and to hand them to you. If I keep on acting up, more and more pieces of clothing come off until I’m a naked, shy brat who disobeyed daddy.
double penetrating someone with a partner is just so fucking romantic, like god I just want to ruin a toy’s holes with someone I love and make loving eye contact with them while we both pump our cum inside our fucktoy at the same time <3
I think mine and my partners cocks rubbing against each other while they’re both stuffed inside some poor sluts hole is incredibly romantic tbh
SUBMITTED BY: bemusedlybespectacled
[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: FOUR SLEEPING KITTENS WITH VARIOUS COLORINGS FORM A CONSENSUAL CUDDLE PILE. TEXT READS, “LOVE IS LOVE NO MATTER HOW MANY PARTNERS YOU HAVE.”]
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Here is a great video of a woman really enjoying herself! Either she is teaching these men to last longer and doing this with a group lesson, or they are there to make her fantasy a reality! This really looks like fun way to spend a frisky afternoon! There is more that will be posted if this video later on.
My Hero Academia SMAU
Parings: Reader x Dabi x Keigo Takami x Hitoshi Shinso x Tamaki Amajiki x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Alternate Universe/ No Quirks/ Self-Insert/ College AU/ Soulmate AU/ Crack!Characterization
Rating: 18+
Tags: She-Her Reader/ Race-Ambiguous Reader/ Multiple Partners/ Explicitly Se.xual Themes/ Mild Violence/ Suggestive Themes/ Drug Use Mentioned
Summary:
Y/N is a soon-to-be college student attending UA University along with several of her classmates. She knows that soulmate bonds are formed sometime during the year of the youngest soulmate’s 18th birthday but she plans to not worry about it and focus on school. However; her plans get rocked when she finally gets her soulmarks and has not one, not two, but fiveseparate partner marks denoting her significant others. How is she supposed to balance a six person relationship with their University course work?Status: Completed!
Updates: Every Day at 5:30 pm Central Time
Notes: All characters are Aged Upand18+ / Mentions of Drug Use / Suggestive and Sexual Themes (NS*W will be tagged) / Polyamourous Relationships / Dabi is Touya Todoroki / Crack!Au Don’t Expect Consistent Characterization / Will Add Links ASAP
Definitely co-opted this idea from @smileybokuto and her fic I.F.L.Y, similar setup but I added Hawks into it cause I love him so much Check out her fic too!! Taglist is at the bottom, send me an ask if you’d like to be added! Also leave me a comment about this fic or future MHA fics, I’ve got a sequel for this one in the works right now and maybe one other story after it? So I’m open to suggestions!
MASTERLIST
Y/N Squad / Dabi Squad / Keigo Squad / Hitoshi Squad / Tamaki Squad / Bakusquad
Chapters and Tags Below the Cut
