Hello lovely! Sadly it's that time of year I'm dying of heat and my titties feel like they're melting off! I hate it! Could you do something with how BVA would react to their girl walking around naked and fanning herself because she doesn't wanna melt ?
For the first time in a while, Valter and Alex were getting along. Valter even convinced the Dane to play Call of Duty as long as he promised to go easy on him for the first few rounds. They sat on the couch, eyes glued to the television until a flash of skin distracted Alex from the screen.
You walked by, set on making it to the kitchen to refill your glass with ice water. The heat made you miserable, only made worse by the Swedes who luxuriated in warmer weather. Anything was better than the bitter cold they were used to at home. They all tanned well and came in from the outside with smiles on. How dare they not melt as you did whenever the temperature peaked?
But there were methods of keeping cool, such as forgoing a top just to get some air under your arms. When you turned around, a puppyish pair of blue eyes had followed. You heard Valter yelling from the living room for Alex to return, but the Dane’s attention was elsewhere — namely, on your exposed chest.
“Feeling a little hot today?” He said, giving you that coy bite of his lip.
“Oh, you noticed?” You huffed, fanning your burning cheeks.
“How could I not?”
Bill came in and the same bug-eyed look came over his neutral expression. “Honey, did you forget a piece of your outfit?”
“No!” You exclaimed. “It’s too hot. And I can’t have you all buzzing around me like flies on hot garbage.”
Alex took your hand, urging you along. “Come, come. Let’s go take a nice cold shower together.”
Unable or simply unwilling to fight him off, you allowed him to lead you through the house. Alex stopped at the entrance to the living room, wiggling his eyebrows once Valter noticed your naked top-half.
“Um! Hello. Hi. Can I have some?”
Alex shook his head. “No. I called dibs.”
“You made us lose the game, Andersen,” Valter muttered, crossing his arms.
“Eh... I think I won overall in life. You have fun playing guns with twelve-year-olds. We’re gonna go cool off for a little while. See ya, Salty.”
I'm sure some women do have to deal with horny husbands/boyfriends during their social distancing / quarantine. Normally, it would be great to have your gu(s) around but It has been two weeks. Could BVA's girl just try to nicely tell them her body has had about enough. She is conflicted since she enjoys every orgasm they supply. She is also getting a bit bruised, sore, barely able to walk. She suggests a board game night with all of them. They think sex game, she just wants rest. just a game
At first, the lockdown seemed like a blessing. With nowhere to go and no place to be, you had all three of your guys exactly where you wanted them; at home chasing boredom down with whatever they could find.
Sex was high on the board of things to do, and you agreed, at first, to do anything they wanted. From being shared in the shower, pulled into various bedrooms, tied to bedframes, teased and tormented for hours on end, by the end of the first week, your body was frail.
You couldn’t take a bath without one of them coming in and turning your relaxation time into a porno. Even if you hid in your room, you knew it would only be a matter of time before one of them came sniffing.
In the mirror, you counted the bruises on your thighs, noting a particular bite but forgetting whose teeth made the mark. When you sat down, your pelvis twinged. Standing didn’t help much. Your back muscles ached from being fucked doggy-style which made it difficult to stretch out when you had a moment alone.
You got the boys around the table looking through a stack of exhausted board games. Valter sat opposite you, arms crossed with a sour look puffing out his bottom lip.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you want to have a game night?” You asked.
“I thought you meant something different. I can’t play Boggle again. Not until the next global pandemic. I refuse.”
“So does the winner get dibs on you tonight?” Alex asked wagging his dark brows.
“No! Tonight isn’t about all that. I can hardly move thanks to you three.”
Bill, always the voice of reason, turned to you and laid a hand on your thigh. “Are you trying to tell us you need a break?”
“Yes! that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Valter rolled his eyes. “Boring.”
“Hey, come now,” the Dane cut in. “She deserves one for working so hard to keep us entertained. I think we should have a fun night.”
You sighed and thanked Alex for his understanding. Valter didn’t quite agree, but sat back in silence.
“What game would you like to play, sweetheart?” Asked Bill, leaning closer to invite a small kiss.
You pecked his cheek, then shuffled away so he didn’t get any ideas. He pined after you with two large green eyes, but you remained resolute.
“The game doesn’t matter, but the rule is: no sex talk! The first one to even hint at getting his dick touched from now until the end of the night loses!”
“And the stakes?” Bill asked.
You smiled to yourself and waited for them to express their fear in the form of shiny eyes and full pouts. “Your quarantine time will directly coincide with a new celibacy pact. So don’t even think about it. Pussy is off limits until I’ve had time to heal!”
Hello lovely ! Sadly it's that time of the month for me and it's annoying because my horniness level goes off the charts. I end up torturing myself because there's porn everywhere you look and I get so ... you get where I'm going. I'm not sure how comfortable you are with writing but if it's possible , could you do a Drabble about BVA teasing their girl whiles she's extra horny but can't do anything, so the boys are being extra about it ?? If you're not comfortable I understand .
This bitch is never afraid to write period-related stuff, so fear not, my dear!
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She went to bed with cramps and woke up to them too. The only thing that distracted her that morning was the head of blond hair tucked under her chin and a pair of full lips stamping kisses down between her breasts with no intention of stopping there. But when he reached her navel, her thighs twisted together and a miserable groan petered up from her throat.
“What’s wrong?” Valter asked.
“My uterus is what’s wrong,” she whined.
“Ooooh,” Valter sang, and then dropped the note. “Oh. That sucks. So I guess no sucky-fucky then?”
“I guess not.”
“Bummer.”
With her morning ruined, she wished to trade her internal organs for less distressing parts that didn’t ramp up her sex-drive at the utmost inconvenient times.
She went to the kitchen and saw Alex cooking breakfast in nothing but jogging pants, his sleek brown hair tousled in a way that almost looked purposeful. She knew better than to assume the Dane had done anything more than roll out of bed looking positively splendid. His cotton pants sat low on his hips, and reminded her of times he had teased her by framing his cock beneath the forgiving material. It was like he knew the sweatpants would strengthen her libido that morning.
Valter entered the kitchen sans t-shirt, sporting a similar outfit as his Danish counterpart, only he wore a wolfish smile. He knew what he was doing, whereas Alex, did not.
“What’s with the face?” Alex finally asked when he caught her in an enduring scowl.
“She’s very horny right now,” the blond pointed out.
“Ah, well, you know what the cure for that is, don’t you?”
“She’s on her period.”
Alex’s shoulders slumped. “Oh. Poor thing. I guess I should probably put some clothes on.”
“Don’t,” Valter said. “I like it when she squirms.”
She mouthed the words, “fuck you” and turned from them to see Bill filing into the kitchen, his nimble fingers only just doing up the buttons of his shirt. Alex pointed a greasy spatula, halting him in his place.
“Hey, this is a no-shirts-allowed zone,” Alex informed.
Bill looked at her, noting the rule had only fifty percent compliancy. “What about her?”
“She’s on her period,” Alex and Valter chimed.
“Oh,” said Bill gravely. “I see what you guys are doing. You’re intentionally being dicks to her by not wearing clothes and I have to say... That is a genius idea, and I wasn’t much feeling like wearing clothes anyway, so...”
Bill forsook his button-down, shrugging out of it instead. She watched this, horror mixed with lust twisting her face into a sore expression of helplessness.
“Nice,” Alex snickered. “Bill, you been working out?”
“Not as much as you, Denmark,” he answered.
Valter looked down at his tummy, poked it and shrugged. “Meh. I’m still pretty. Right, babe?”
All three of them looked to her at once, and she sunk into her chair, hot and most definitely bothered by the three topless men in her midst.
“You’re all very cruel, you know that?”
“For the record, sweetheart, you know I don’t mind getting a little blood on the sheets. I could give you a ride on the Copenhagen Express, where pussies of all cycles are treated equally,” Alex said with a wink.
Pretty please with a big fat cheery on top write a continuation to the bva imagine where bill comes home after his sole vacation and hanging up on her. Like what will happen the next day? Will she continue ignoring him? Will bill being needy and beg for forgiveness or will he feel irritate and back off? And what about Alex and Valter? Will they help or stay out of it?
Here is the pre-reading (x)
Thank you @walkxthexmoon for the request!
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Bill lay awake in his bed, listening to her fuck the Dane all night. It wasn't like he wanted to hear her moans and to imagine Andersen's perfect muscled body using her until she was panting and mewling like a beaten animal. She did it on purpose. Alex's lucky night was Bill's reminder to think things through to completion before acting. Forced to listen to her moaning, gasping and telling the Danishman how good it felt to have his cock inside her, Bill toiled with his life choices alone.
She didn't tell V about it either. He couldn't seek any advice from either of the men of the house. Supposedly she had been so upset while he was gone that she refused to see either of them. Now that he was home, it was time for her to flaunt her relationship with the other two with utmost disregard for thin walls.
She spent an entire twenty-four hours with Valter after her romp the night before. Every text message went unanswered, but there weren't many of them. Bill kept his distance until fate would have them in the same room again.
It had been four days, and Bill hadn't packed his bags as she told him to. He was too patient for that. It was one of the things about Bill she loved and subsequently hated. His resolve was always so tough. He could wait for days and days for an opening and pretend like it didn't bother him.
He heard her uneasy breath from across the living room. Bill had crossed her path as she huddled on the couch with a book. The house was devoid of any other male presence. It was only them.
"What are you doing?" She finally asked him once their eye contact grew too strenuous.
"I'm looking at you."
"Why?" She tossed the question like a soiled tissue.
"Because you're beautiful, and I miss looking at you."
She tried to bring her eyes to the text again, but she knew the dismissal to be futile. "That's nice."
Bill set his teeth together calmly. Her bite wouldn't deter him—not this time. He started toward the couch and slid onto the cushion beside her. This had her drawing away, but when he plucked the book from her grasp and set it on the table, her resentment became curiosity. He trapped her shoulders with one long arm, pulled her in, and brought her face to his.
He kissed her long and hard. It wasn't a sensual, open-mouthed kiss. In fact, it lacked romance entirely. This kiss was a reassurance. Bill wouldn't let the game of silence go on for any longer. Lips crushing hers, he pulled away only slightly to study her reaction before kissing her again. His mouth came away from hers with another lovely smacking noise.
"Sometimes, you forget how hard it is to share you. And that's okay. But if you think I've done anything out of malice, I want you to know, you're wrong. I'm only trying to maintain my sanity the best way I know how."
Stunned, she nodded. All this time, she thought Bill had gone away simply because he could, to teach her that he was the one in control and he could disappear at a drop if he wanted. How wrong she had been. His reason was no superficial display of dominance, but a plea to retain his dignity while not posing a problem to the ones with which he shared his life. She understood.
"I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget how hard it must be for you... For all of you."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. God, I've missed you."
Bill kissed her again, eager to meet her tongue this time. He unravelled her from the blanket, and pulled her chest against his with a wide palm on her back. When she relaxed against him and accepted his affections with a gentle moan, his hand snaked to his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
"I have something for you."
"What is it?" She asked.
"It's just a little video I made."
He brought up the file and pressed play, passing his phone off to her so he could watch her face. It was the video he had taken in his hotel room; the one he knew would get her pulse thumping.
The inquisition mending her brow together split after the first five seconds of shaky camerawork. She swallowed when the same man who sat beside her, touched himself in the video. A few more seconds passed, and he could hear her breath struggling to come out steadily.
Bill couldn't deny that watching her watch him stroking his cock was obscenely satisfying. The way she squirmed made him do the same, and soon, what played on the screen reflected true in the present. He became hard, finding her hand to place in his lap to prove it so.
The captured voice asked the questions dancing in Bill's head. "Do you miss playing with Daddy's cock? 'Cause Daddy sure misses his princess's touch. Mm, fuck, nothing feels as good as you, baby. Mm-hmm, when I get home, I'm gonna play with you like a little toy. Yeah, like a little fuck-toy. Daddy's gonna use your hands, and your mouth, and your pussy, oh yes. And I'm gonna get all that baby girl cum for myself. Yeah, that's right. We'll play our special game and try to see how many times I can make you come before you can't take it anymore. How's that sound?"
"How dare you do this to me when I'm trying to hate you," she whispered.
He forced her to squeeze his hardening shaft. "Come on then... Hate me."
Okay so I had this idea of BVA’s girl being ignored by them as part of a punishment so she goes to Valter and Alex and tricks them into thinking Bill gave them the okay to give her what she wants but by the time Bill finds out she’s sat in her car on the drive ready to go out for lunch with her friend 😂😏 smuttttyyy!!! 😆
Valter was the one who always put her in her place, so she skipped him and went straight to the Dane with a plan to break the punishment. Alex was unresponsive for once, and kicked her out of his room so he could recite some lines for a movie he booked in Copenhagen. He was scheduled to leave in two days, and she reminded him of the distance that would surely affect him after he flew home for work.
"Get out of here, little pest. You know it's not allowed!"
"But, Alex-"
"Ah, ah! Off you go," he gestured at the door.
By a stroke of luck, she found the blond just leaving the washroom looking rather scruffy in the face and maybe a pinch happy to see her. She bounced up to him, throwing arms around his neck.
"Punishment is over. Please love me now!"
Valter didn't even blink. He shrugged his shoulders and lifted her under the arms, walking her to his bedroom where he tossed her onto the bed. He was hard in an instant, a telltale bulge highlighted beneath a pair of slack jogging pants.
The sex was fast as he brought her to climax along with him using two fingers on her clit while feeding her powerful thrusts. She grasped for the blanket, for a pillow, for anything she could use to muffle her involuntary whimpers. Valter did her a favour and stuffed two long fingers in her mouth to suck on until she came hard around his dick.
Valter rolled onto the bed and sighed happily while she bounded off, hiked her panties up and left after giving him a big kiss and a thank you.
Feeling rather slick that she fit in a quicky before her girlfriend showed up, she said goodbye to Bill and flew out the door before Valter could drift downstairs with a dreamy expression of the recently laid all over his unshaven face.
"What's that look?" Bill asked, flipping a page in his book.
"Oh, you know. Sex, I guess."
"What?"
Bill's one syllable question slapped the haze off Valter's face. "Oh... She wasn't supposed to, huh? That was a thing."
"Yeah, it was a thing," Bill picked up his phone and texted her.
I know what you did and you will not get away with it. Enjoy your day while you can. I'll be waiting.
Can you do some BVA angst? Bill have been home a long time and notice that the other boys feel neglected so he decides to go away on a trip but she notice that something is weird about him so she thinks he doesn't love her anymore and actually just wants to runaway from her.
Life with the boys was never calm for more than a few days at a time. It weighed her down sometimes, and she forgot certain tasks and important dates often despite their insistence she keep a calendar.
Sometimes she simply forgot. So when Bill went away on a solo vacation without telling her, she didn't notice until he was already gone.
She got him on the phone and willed away sobs wanting to well up from her throat.
"I don't understand. Tell me again. Why did you have to go away and why didn't you tell me?"
Bill sighed on the other line, and it hit her then she couldn't feel the breath that went along with it.
"Honey, it's nothing to do with you. It's for their sake."
"But-"
"Listen to me. They wouldn't tell you because they don't want to hurt your feelings, but... The guys feel like they have to fight me too hard for your attention. I needed to back off... Give them some space."
The truth twisted up in her belly. Was he trying to say she played favourites? She had never considered the possibility any of them felt that way. Although she understood, it didn't soothe her an inch.
"Please come home," she begged.
"Just have fun with the boys. I'll be home soon."
In a last attempt to convince him, she sulked and let her tears flow. "Please, Daddy."
Hey love:) I have a bva request. Like you just posted the Drabble about Roman and Ivar so what would happen if she is reading this imagine on her phone and gets caught by Alex and Bill?
‘Member this lil thing about Bill and AHA feeling each other? Required pre-reading for this.
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“What have we told you about reading that nasty smut? Hm? It‘s like you love to not listen. It’s like... You love making us angry so we’ll punish you.”
Bill was the one taking the initiative, while Alex stood several feet behind him, observing with his thick arms crossed. The Dane glared at you on your knees, a hint of a pleased smirk flickering when you looked across the room.
“I’m sorry. It just reminded me of something wonderful that we did once. Me, you and Alex. I couldn’t help myself. Remember?”
The Swede fought back a sneer, tossing his co-assailant a flat chuckle. “Aw, did you hear that? She can’t help thinking about her two Daddies touching each other because she’s just that much of a filthy little whore. Spending all her time thinking up nasty things. She can’t keep herself from getting wet with the thought of us putting on a show for her.”
Alex smothered his bottom lip and breathed through his nose to calm himself. “I wonder what makes her want these things?”
Two frosty stares whipped back at you. “I think it’s because she’s inherently filthy. Yes... It’s not enough for her to have one cock. She needs more. That’s why she needs us and not that silly online smut. Come on, Denmark, if it’s two she wants, let’s not let our baby girl down.”
