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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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I don’t play TWST but after reading the Russian roulette and fear pissing headcanons, I was wondering if I could request that with the demon brothers and barb? Idk if your comfortable with this, but I was wondering if the brothers and barb could be afab! I’m okay with whatever tho:) take ur time and make sure to chug some piss in ur free time

Russian Roulette and Fear Pissing with the bros + Barb

MINORS DNI

Lucifer

Knows that you can’t and won’t actually hurt him so that takes away a little of the experience

But he loves how dominating and intimidating you look with the gun in your hand

He’ll be in subspace in no time if you play your cards right, and get a lil rough with him ;)

If you want him to wet himself though you have to get him prepped for that (i.e. get him to drink lots of water beforehand)

Because he won’t piss from fear alone

He’ll wet himself if you nudge the gun against his urethra

The shock from the cold metal is what gets him to release it

And boy is he embarrassed and surprised ! (and horny!!)

Mammon

I can def see Mammon being the most into this

Like,, our man def gets fear boners even though there’s no point in him being scared

There’s just so many things that make it fun for him (his masochism, the feeling of the cold gun against his hot n wet pussy, pissing, etc)

Like all of it is deeply arousing and exhilarating in his book

He shakes and squirms and whimpers and cries- the whole nine yards

Even though he’s scared he ends up pissing himself from excitement

The anticipation gets to him lmao, like it’s so random

He might beg that you continue even with him relieving himself

He just can’t get enough of how good (and scared) he feels

Levi

We all know this guy totally underestimates himself.. so he might convince himself the gun will actually hurt him 💀

That being said he starts out anxious and only gets more anxious as you shoot more and more blanks

He’s the only one I could see actually hyperventilating and sobbing because he deludes himself so well lmao

That being said he wets himself quickly

And then gets even more scared, because he thinks you’ll be mad at him for that

You gotta fuck him soft n sweet after so he calms down

Even though he was so dramatic and scared, I can imagine him really liking it- and wanting to do it again (because omggg u looked so cool and dominating down there it makes him all flustered and hot thinking about it)

Satan

He LOVES having you aim something so dangerous at him (well.. Something that's dangerous to humans at least lmao)

Part of him thinks the situation is hilarious, but at the same time he’d be pretty quick to get into his subspace

He barely shows that he’s scared but oooh you can absolutely pick it up if you’re paying attention

His breath picks up and hitches at each click, especially if you’re random with each round

I think he’d wet himself from a mix of anticipation and fear

Because unlike mammon he’s not really into the hurt that comes with being shot- so he’s actually kinda scared

Also LOVES if you degrade or dumbify him after he’s wet himself

Is super open to doing it again

Asmo

I think he’s mildly scared tbh

Like he knows you won’t do any real damage or even hurt him at all

But he also knows he’s def not as powerful as his older bros and it’d take him longer to recover

Plus the clicks of the gun are so loud

However scared he really is, he likes to show his fear so he’ll be shaking early on, squirming around under you and whining that you put it away and fuck him already

He pisses himself out of fear if you do a couple of quick rounds

The shock of each one coming after the other with no break between gets to his head

Very conflicted because he feels good emptying his bladder, but also you’re still holding the gun to his pussy and that’s still kinda freaking him out

He’s a bit scatter-brained and having you fuck him dumb (and being all sweet with him) will def making him feel better

Beel

If he’s scared or nervous about anything it’s due to the fact that he’s never done something like this

He doesn’t know what to expect and that’s got him a bit on edge

After a couple of rounds the anticipation and anxiety gets to him

He shakes a bit under you, his bottom lip wobbling and his eyes scrunched closed

Wetting himself is def his favorite part of this scene by far

He’ll want you to coo and comfort him for getting so scared that he wets himself

He gets way more turned on from pissing than he does the gun

(However he can’t deny he likes it when you touch him with the barrel of the gun.. The cool metal feels very nice against his pussy)

Overall he didn’t mind it and is open to doing it again if you want

Belphie

I think he’d be pretty scared..

It’s going to hurt, he’s going to take a bit to recover, and you look really serious down there

He’s not as dramatic as Levi or Mammon but it’s obvious he’s scared

What’s cute is that he keeps saying that he’s not scared

And yet his voice quivers and his body squirms under you

His thighs totally shake from him trying to keep them open

He wets himself after a short while, and it’s obvious that made him feel a lot better

He’ll want you to fuck him lovingly and he’ll (surprisingly) be a very well-behaved sub for you while you do it

Barbatos

Oh he doesn’t have a scared bone in his body

But he does feel more submissive and small with you holding the gun to him

Eventually he can get himself in the mindset of being scared and then he’s having a good time

It takes a bit though so the first few rounds are really boring

He might even smirk or giggle a bit.. He’s not trying to be cocky or bratty! but cmon both of you know he cant be hurt by a silly lil gun

He’ll start twitching and squirming as you do more and more rounds

It’ll also take him a while to piss out of fear. But he’ll get there (especially if you press on his bladder)

Like Lucifer I think if you prodded at him with the barrel he’d be more on edge

By the end he’s definitely in subspace and very aroused by the idea of you being a threat.

#its literally been 10000000 years since i did hcs so forgive me if im a bit rusty #rq #spice #brainrot #p/iss #cw fear play #sub obey me

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sunfishingart · 7 months

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my current three nights in prehevil team: the daanening ((also side note for the ppl who follow me for like. pkmn art. this game is SUUUPER explicit and deals with a ton of heavy themes despite my silly ass art pls read the warnings for it if you want to check it out))

#fanart #funger #fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #cw blood #daan #abella #karin sauer #olivia haas #i know the bonesaw isnt a weapon but considering who im playing i thought it fit. plus you use it all game anyway #sunfishingart

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chairkind · 9 months

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termina is upon us

#fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #funger #marina funger #fear and hunger marina #cw blood #cw knife #i played and finished fear & hunger 1 a little while ago and im currently playing through termina like an insane person #im not done with termina though! my mc for that playthrough is olivia and i love her soooo much #i also drew this for my art appreciation class! the reference is woman with a parasol by claude monet :D

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man-o-lore · 3 months

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I've been playing World of Horror a lot lately

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silhouettecrow · 4 months

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please please please please please

I can't be the only one who listened to the new episode of The Magnus Protocol and thought of this bitch:

#hello meet needles from fear and hunger 2 if you havent had the horror of meeting this guy before #literally the entire time the emergency service calls were playing i could only picture this guy talking #cos he IS needles like thats his name too and he functionally does the same thing (excluding the hugging/cuddling)#so i cant help but feel like todays ep was a bit of a reference or just a massive coincidence #either way i am unnerved #the magnus protocol #tmagp #fear and hunger #fear and hunger 2 #fear and hunger termina #needles tmagp #needles fear and hunger #clown #tw clowns #cw clowns #tmagp spoilers

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safe-things-only-promise · 2 months

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Can you draw Doll's core in Cyn's stomach?

yes i can :>

This is fear thou. The situation isn't nice for Doll and the solver..

#lw post #soft vore #sfw vore #cw vore #murder noms #ask lw #lw art #extreme cuddling #safe vore #Fear play #Non consenting prey #Prey md doll #Pred solver

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specialgrades · 7 months

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Saw some art of toji fuckin female y/n on twt and,,,,, god i need him to do that to me,,,, tellin me to stop moving so much so he doesnt pull the trigger even though its empty (idk that thi),,,,,,

gunplay is... so hot. he'd nearly cream his pants if you sucked on the barrel like it's his dick too 🥴

#💌 ; asks.#❤️‍🔥 ; fwends : teyvat-writer.#the /filth/ that would leave his lips if you did too...#gun and fear play... Ough!#cw: gunplay

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autisticagathasblog · 9 months

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It's kind of crazy how Dot blatantly has an eating disorder, and despises she is in the narrative because she is a fat girl and then it's just ignored. so silly so silly so silly:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

#lunchtime lectures #school for good and evil #cw eating disorder #dot of nottingham #This is one of the things I wish I talked about more in my Coven post but I feared that people were gonna get mad #Like I'm sorry but looking back at it now the “They're evil and blah blah” excuse doesn't mean anything to me anymore sorry #it feels like a lame cover-up to justify the pointless abuse a fat girl faced because she just EXISTED #The second thing the movie mess and people complaining about how Dot should have been played by a fat person because “Rep”#Like I'm telling you as someone who is very much black and fat. I'm hated everywhere I go. She was never an actual good rep #she is one of the characters who were quite literally made to be a JOKE and sort of caricature #Like dude!! She wasn't rep at all Even tho I do reclaim her I didn't really care that they had a non-fat actress playing her lol #The reasonable thing they should have done was to rewrite her character and remove the stereotype she has. Then have a fat girl playing her #Dot is like only character who I think only fat people can talk about If that makes sense #skinnys can go home lol #Anyways Puts Dot in the Gam zee category #ramble ramble

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pvrplef1sh · 5 months

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I want someone to hold a knife to my throat whilst they fuck me so hard that it hurts and makes me scream but if I scream for help or make any noise they will press the knife further into my throatq

#nsft nblw #nsft wlw #nsft #queer nsft #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #nsft brat #purples thoughts #knife k!nk #cw knife play #knife k1nk #death threats #fear play #fear kink

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extremecuddlingdragon · 2 years

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Mid-Game Snack

So I am finally posting the Splatvore fic I’ve been working on and finished (but haven’t uploaded)! It’s based on an older post @nom-central made. The fic is basically about an octoling who eats an inkling during a battle.

Tw: fear play, mentions of digestion (it doesn’t happen though), unwilling prey, licking

With a sigh, Calder walked by his friend, Nori. She was cleaning her charger. Getting ready for the next round of anarchy. Calder sat down next to her. Moving his roller over to his side. Messing a bit with his parka.

“Nori,” he began. “Do you have any snacks?”

She sighed. Putting down her weapon rag and digging through her pockets. She then pulled out a granola bar.

“You need to eat before these matches,” Nori told him. “We can’t have you fainting during a match again, huh.”

Letting out a huff, he just took the bar. Opening the package with his teeth. Taking a bite. His other teammates then walked into the room. Hama and Fisher were inklings, unlike Nori and Calder. They didn’t care though. Just caring that their team was able to use their weapons effectively. Plus they were all friends to an extent. Nori and Calder were closer to each other though.

“I see Calder didn’t eat again,” Fisher commented with a laugh. “Man dude you need to start eating before matches.”

“I just forget,” Calder told him. “I’m too busy with my job at the construction site. Building all these new apartments for the kids moving to the city.”

“And that’s why you need to eat,” Nori said. “All that work needs you to be in top shape.”

Hama nodded in agreement. While you could never see his eyes due to his beanie, he always found a way to pitch in. Calder just sighed.

“Fine, I’ll try to eat before matches.”

“No, you WILL eat before matches,” Nori said. “And not just a granola bar. A full breakfast.”

The octoling just shrugged. Finishing his bar. As he finished, another team walked in. Leading them was a spunky young inkling. He looked to be about a year or two younger than Calder. Maybe more. He was an adult though. He carried an N-Zap. He also wore a bike helmet and cycling shirt. Following him were two other inklings and an octoling. The octoling was looking around in awe. Maybe he was a newbie.

“Isn’t this cool Calix?” the inkling in the cycling shirt said. “Your first taste of anarchy!”

The octoling, Calix, nodded. He seemed a bit nervous.

“Y-yeah!” Calix said. “Thank you for taking me here, Nasu.”

The inkling, Nasu, laughed. Giving him a thumbs up.

The two other inklings behind him seemed uninterested. Just looking like the more extreme anarchy players. Serious faces and all.

“He better be good at that Stringer,” the other male inkling said under his mask. “It’s become a popular weapon among the newbies. Don’t mess up.”

“Jay,” Nasu began. “Don’t be rude! Calix here lived out in the Splatlands. I bet he’s used that stringer a lot.”

Jay just scoffed and went over to the front desk. The female inkling leaned over to whisper something to Nasu. She then walked off towards Jay. Nasu deflated a bit at her comment but turned back to Calix.

“Yeesh,” Fisher said. “Those two are the most hardened anarchy players I’ve ever seen. I’ve heard a bit about them. Haru, the one with the bandanna, is known to take in new or inexperienced players a train them. She’s super harsh though. Jay’s her boyfriend. Both are assholes.”

He got a nudge from Hama.

“What!? It’s true and you know it. I’ve never seen them successfully train anyone. Always yelling at or putting down their trainees. These two are dead meat.”

“And I should care why?” Calder said. “The helmet inkling looks like an annoying guy.”

“I thought you would care about the young octoling,” Nori said. “He honestly looks like he needs a better friend to choose better trainers.”

‘Maybe they were desperate?’ Hama signed. ‘I could see those trainers being a last resort.’

“Yeah I guess so,” Fisher said. “I bet your opinion hasn’t changed much huh Calder.”

Calder nodded. He agreed with Nori though. The young octoling needed better friends. Watching the two for a bit, he noticed that Nasu seemed a bit tired. Having small eye bags. He was still peppy though. Excitedly talking to the young octoling. Calder’s team just ignored them. Choosing to talk about new strategies and whatnot.

Soon, an inkling walked into the room. Announcing that the first round was about to start. Standing up, Calder walked over to the spawn doors. His team following behind. As he walked, he nearly ran into Nasu. The inkling backed up into his path unknowingly. Trying to take a picture of Calix. Coughing, and with a bit of a mean look, Calder stopped in his tracks. Nasu jumped a bit and looked at him. The octoling towering over the inkling.

“Oh,” Nasu said. “Am I…in the way?”

“Yes,” Calder said a bit angrily. “I would move out of the way if I was you.”

“A-ah,” Nasu stuttered while moving out of the way. “I-I’m sorry. I’ll just…”

“Be careful around him,” Fisher chimed in with a slightly joking tone. “He will bite. And I’m serious about that.”

“O-oh…”

Fisher was smacked in the back of the head by Nori. The inkling hissed a bit and whisper yelled at her. Calder just sighed. Pushing his way past the younger inkling. But before he could go too far, he stopped. Turning around to face Nasu.

“Your name is based on a food right? If so, I may treat you like a piece of it.”

He then turned back around. Walking towards the spawners. Leaving behind a shaken Nasu. Once the inkling was out of view, Nori ran up to Calder.

“What the fuck was that?!” she whisper yelled. “Don’t give me that look. I know you only do that when you are hungry. You will not eat him while we’re battling. You hear me. There are rules against it. If they find out, they’ll kick all of us out. Maybe just you if we’re lucky.”

“I won’t eat him,” Calder said. “I just like to scare the newbies.”

His stomach growled as to argue that. Nori sighed.

“You’re lucky we put up with your habits.”

“Fisher thinks it’s hilarious.”

“Yeah and he’s the only one who thinks so. Look, Calder, you’re my best friend. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. But we need to draw a line somewhere. Ask Hama for something to control your habits during battles.”

Calder sighed.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Nori. You want to eat some of the players too. I know you do.”

“Don’t use that secret against me or squid help me. At least I found a way to control urges.”

She then dug into her pockets and pulled out a pill bottle. The pills were sickly in color.

“Take these. They’ve helped me.”

“And eating your girlfriend hasn’t helped?”

Nori stammered.

“S-shut up. Roxy doesn’t mind being eaten but once you’ve started, you can’t stop. It’s a weird ancient instinct. I didn’t want to accidentally harm her.”

“I won’t act on my urge. I promise you.”

Nori put away the pills before pointing at him.

“I better not see you with a larger gut when we are done.”

She then walked off to join the others. How hard could fighting an instinct be? Walking over to the spawner, Calder pulled out his SquidPods. Putting them in his ears, he turned on a song by Damp Socks. As soon as he got up to the spawner, the match started. His team was a bright blue while the other was yellow. A scoreboard lit up next to the spawner and off they all took.

The game was Clam Blitz. It was never his favorite mode. But in the back of his mind, he was grateful. A mode that required a lot of moving around. A chance to catch that helmet-wearing inkling. A chance to eat him. His stomach growled at the thought. The map was also a large one that had many hidden nooks and crannies. All he needed to do was chase him into a dead end.

Acting casually, he began to gather clams. Occasionally throwing a few to teammates. Splatting the other team if they got too close or in the way. So far, so good. As he moved around, he kept an eye out for Nasu. Sure he saw Calix a bunch. The kid never being able to land much of a hit on him. He also saw the two assholes a bunch too. But he couldn’t seem to find Nasu. Was he just too crafty?

The basket buzzing broke him out of his trance. Looking over to the basket, he saw a glimpse of a yellow helmet. Bingo. As fast as cephalopod possible, he super jumped over to spawn. Running over to the basket, Nasu was hurriedly looking around for more clams. No one seemed to be super jumping to him. Perfect. Perfect in many ways. Nearby was a hidden path out of player and viewer view. No cameras. Not on the map officially. Just perfect.

“Hey,” Calder shouted to Nasu. “Get away from our basket!”

Nasu froze in surprise. Calder took advantage of that and ran towards him. He didn’t want to splat him with his roller. Just scare him into the hidden path. At the site of a roller approaching, Nasu ran. Quickly throwing a bomb, Calder cut off Nasu’s original path. The inkling jumped off to the side. Right in front of the hidden path. Making sure there were no cameras on them, Calder pushed Nasu right into it.

The two landed with a grunt. Unpaintable ground and walls surrounding them. All except for behind Calder. Without hesitation, Nasu scrambled away from Calder. The larger octoling standing to his full height. Stomach growling.

“O-oh octoling,” Nasu said. “I-I was just playing the game you know. If I knew you were guarding the basket I wouldn’t of-“

“I don’t care about the game right now,” Calder said, dropping his weapon. “I’m just starving and you look delicious.”

“Y-you’re playing with me, right? We all care about the game.”

Calder chuckled. Approaching the inkling causing Nasu to back away every step.

“No. I’m not kidding. Remember when I mentioned back in the lobby that I would treat you like a piece of food? I wasn’t kidding.”

Nasu looked at him in horror before shouting.

“HE-“

Without hesitation, Calder jumped onto him. Hushing the inkling with a bandanna he had in his pocket. Nasu struggled wildly underneath him. Trying his hardest to get away. Calder didn’t want him to. Straddling his prey, he leaned down with a sigh.

“Oh, you look so handsome. A shame you’re going to be my lunch.”

Nasu’s eyes widened and he began to struggle more. This didn’t faze the octoling. He just leaned down and took a long lick. The inkling flinched away. Tears formed in his eyes. He didn’t want to die like this. After a few more licks, Calder sighed and opened his jaw.

Now terrified, Nasu burst into tears. Not even noticing Calder getting closer. The octoling didn’t seem to notice Nasu’s fear. Too deep into hunting his prey. As he pushed the inkling’s face closer to his tongue, he drooled more. Finally, a wet squelch happened and Nasu landed on the octoling’s tongue.

Calder sighed before pushing him in deeper. A loud gulp echoed through the small area. Nasu felt himself slip deeper. He struggled again. Calder’s grip was too strong on him. Another gulp. The inkling’s head was now fully inside the octoling’s maw. Sharp beak grazing Nasu’s back.

The throat grabbed onto Nasu. Pulling him deeper. Gulp after gulp happening. Calder didn’t break a sweat. Just hoisting up Nasu’s body so gravity could help. Sure enough, it helped. Pulling the inkling deeper and deeper.

Nasu was full panicking. He knew the stories of octolings eating inklings. They were ancient stories. Apparently not though. The instinct is still within them. As he struggled some more, his head hit something hard. A squelch happened and gravity pulled him down. Fast. Landing right into something squishy.

He heard a loud growl and the rest of his body followed. His body became uncomfortably pushed together. Everything pushed into every part of his body. He was trapped. Trapped inside this octoling’s stomach. There was a burp and the walls constricted around him. He was going to die here.

On the outside, Calder adjusted his clothes. His stomach now having a bump to it. His music was still blasting as he picked up Nasu’s weapon. Looking at it, he slowly realized something. He ate Nasu. Holding his head, he felt some struggling from his stomach. How was he going to hide this? He should have listened to Nori. Nasu was now thrashing inside him. Another burp left him as he groaned.

“Stop struggling,” he told Nasu. “I’m not going to digest you.”

Nasu stopped for a second before struggling again. Calder had no idea how to hide this. As he was thinking, the N-Zap in his hand fizzled out. The system thought Nasu had disconnected. At least that was one way of saying where the inkling went. Sighing, Calder picked up his roller. Trying to think of what to say to Nasu.

“Look,” Calder began. “If I was going to digest you, you wouldn’t be struggling this much. Now stop. I thought I could control an instinct but not. Again, you won’t be harmed.”

Nasu stopped before relaxing against the octoling’s stomach walls. Pulling off the bandanna.

“I still don’t know if I can trust you,” Nasu said. “I’m sore though from you roughing me up. And also coming down from an adrenaline rush. If you do digest me, I hope I give you the worst sickness you’ve ever had.”

Calder sighed at the inkling’s words but figured he would be more relaxed now. He then super jumped out of the hidden area. Heading towards Nori. His stomach growled again as he landed next to her.

She was focused on sniping whoever got too close to the basket. Not once glancing towards him. With an awkward smile, Calder began to roll his way towards the front lines. He was stopped though by Nori coughing. He turned around to face her. She had the most unimpressed and pissed-off face. She was looking at him with a shake of her head.

“You ate him,” she simply said. “I told you to take those pills.”

“No,” Calder began. “I did not. You’re just assuming things.”

His stomach grumbled again. Nasu struggling a bit. She just sighed and continued to use her weapon.

“You’re lucky I don’t just report you. Don’t draw any attention to your gut. Play normally or I will gut you.”

Calder knew she was serious. He just gave her a thumbs up before slinking away.

Soon enough, the battle was over. Both teams returned to the lobby. Nasu’s team missing a member. Jay and Haru were very upset. Calix following behind like a hurt puppy.

“Don’t contact us again,” Haru told Calix. “I knew you two were bad at the game. Wasting our time like this. If your inkling friend shows up, tell him that we quit.”

The two inklings then left the lobby. Calix looking extremely lost and sad. Also a bit mad too. He then slunk over to a bench.

“You better go spit out Nasu now,” Nori told Calder. “I’ll go comfort the little dude.”

She left. Calder watched her talk to the octoling. God, what had he done? He walked over to the locker room. Hiding in an out-of-sight corner. Feeling his stomach, he felt Nasu. The inkling fast asleep within him. It was kinda…cute. Calder froze at the thought before shaking his head. No time for thinking anything like that.

“Nasu,” the octoling said as he poked his stomach. “Wake up. I’m going to let you out.”

The inkling stirred awake. Stretching the best he could. Calder heard him let out a sigh.

“You’re letting me out?” Nasu said. “Alright…don’t pull any tricks. Even if it was comfortable in here…”

“You think my stomach’s comfortable?”

Calder heard Nasu sputter. He swore he could also feel a blush coming from the inkling.

“N…no you animal. Just let me out.”

Calder laughed before hacking Nasu up. The inkling was soggy. Saliva dripping off of him.

“I’m…sorry about what happened,” Calder apologized. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Nasu looked at him with caution as he tried to dry himself off.

“L…let me get you some of my clothes. Your clothes aren’t going to dry off easily.”

“Thanks…”

Calder then disappeared around the corner. Nasu was very tempted to run right then and there. A part of him wanted to stay. See what the octoling would do next. He was still terrified of him but not as much anymore.

Calder then reappeared with some clothing. Just a simple pair of shorts and a band t-shirt. It was one for the Chirpy Chips. Nasu couldn’t help but grin a bit. This big tough guy having a cutesy band shirt. Cute.

“I hope these help. I usually use this shirt if I ruin another. Hope it fits ya.”

“Y…yeah it should fit,” Nasu told him while taking the clothes. “Just turn around so I can put these on.”

The octoling nodded before turning away. Quickly, Nasu put on the clothes. They were big on him. A big baggy too. Still, he had nothing else to wear.

“Alright, you can turn around.”

Calder turned around. Nasu was surprisingly adorable. The inkling side-eyed him but didn’t say anything else. Standing in silence, the two thought about what to say. Finally, Calder broke the silence.

“You should go tell your octoling friend you’re okay. I think he thinks you ditched him.”

“Oh god, you’re right. Well, I don’t know what to say. Thanks for the clothes. I guess?”

Nasu then began to leave the locker room. Before he could leave, Calder stopped him.

“Hey, here is my number. You know, so I can pick up my clothes later.”

Nasu chuckled.

“Alright. I’ll text you later then. And hey, what is your name?”

“Calder. I should have told you earlier.”

“Well Calder, I did enjoy my short nap. Even if it was inside you. Take care.”

The inkling then left to fetch his friend. Calder stood there. Damn it. Maybe he did have a crush on Nasu.

#splatvore #extreme cuddling #soft vore #safe vore #samesize vore #splatoon vore #fear play #tw digestion mention #digestion mention #unwilling prey #vore tw #vore cw #unwilling vore #look dragon it’s writing!#dragon’s ocs

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masquenoire · 1 year

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So Roman wouldn't be happy having a biological child. What would he do if he did end up having one?

(Warning: Sensitive topic! Slipped more under the cut ~)

To say that Roman wouldn’t be happy having a biological child is an understatement. He would be distraught, especially if he were the one carrying the baby. He’d still be upset if he wasn’t (unless it was planned, greatly desired by his partner) but there’s a possibility he’d come round to the idea, getting to play daddy were he in a good relationship. Barring magic or alien biology, it’s almost certain this will NEVER happen. It’s more likely he’ll end up as the birth parent and that’s where the issues come in. It shouldn’t have happened. Normally he’s so careful, doubling up on protection even though the odds are against him conceiving. It still happened, so now he’s fucked in more ways than one. Roman’s immediate thought is to get rid of it. He can’t risk anybody knowing he’s pregnant, people finding out what he is so he’ll hide away, have his men spread rumors of an attempted assassination gone wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time somebody’s tried killing him on his own turf and would explain his lengthy absence away from the criminal limelight, needing time to recover when the truth is so much worse than any rumor could ever be. Afterwards is a different story. Roman would be a tortured soul throughout the whole experience, his dysphoria screaming as loudly as the memories of his mother’s voice, back when she’d rage at him for hours that he’d ruined her figure, ruined her life and all she got out of it was a disgusting little freak she’d never even wanted in the first place. Feeling the same way towards his own offspring would make him the most miserable he’d ever been in his life and would only cement Roman’s decision to get rid of the child as soon as it arrives. He’d ask the only man he trusts, tasking Horsehead with finding a suitable caretaker to take the little one on as their adoptive charge, to ensure he never has to be in their life and that the consequences of being related to him won’t affect them someday. God willing they never find out the awful truth, merely that they were the result of a drunken fling he had no interest keeping. There’d be money set aside in a trust fund for them and plenty of it too, to ensure they’re able to live comfortably with access to good education. Roman can only hope they never come tracking him down some day far off into the future, and if they do, they’ll buy the act he’s an uncaring father, too callous and cold to ever want a child around. As far as Roman Sionis is concerned, an absent parent is better than an abusive one and it’s best for all parties involved he plays no part in parenthood.

#anonymous #gender dysphoria tw #gender dysphoria cw #dysphoria tw #dysphoria cw #There's nothing... graphic I guess but it's still sensitive?#I hope it's not too controversal a response #God I couldn't even begin to imagine how fucking upset Roman would be about the situation #Feeling sick and that something's wrong until he does the test and it comes through positive #Alexa play Kill Bill sirens #He has so many bottled up memories of the shit his parents through he needs thirty years unpacking it AGSJ #Too soon #He could never be ready or willing #Roman: My hands are coated in the blood of countless men and women #I take lives not create them #He'd have it but no way is he willing to keep them around #The fear of looking like he once did or his parents is too strong #Also first of all how dere #I got this when I came back earlier and ahsjdjf #unwanted pregnancy tw #unwanted pregnancy cw #JUST ADDING ALL THE TAGS BECAUSE FUCK #I don't want angry anons coming at me with their pearls

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coffinliqueur · 2 years

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yo it's way-too-early o'clock and I offer a nigel fun fact:

I used to be extremely afraid of spiders as a kid - I could not even see a tiny one without running screaming and crying to the other side of the room - but I ended up working on it by giving myself a tarantula imaginary friend. He basically had the voice and personality of Luis Sera from RE4, and imagining a charming but practical and snarky zebra tarantula constantly sitting on my shoulder and either giving me life advice or simply making jokes with me genuinely helped me get to the point where I now see spiders as not only “oh sweet another nifty animal! I love animals!”, but as one of my favorites.

#text post #nigel talks #spiders discussion cw #this thought has been brought to you by how lately i've been watching an lp by a lady #playing a certain game that takes place in an ocean in space that has a name that starts with an s #that i love but i'm not going to mention in the tags so as not to drop my miscellaneous unrelated personal stuff #into the tag for that game #who has thalassophobia megalophobia and submechanophobia and has a side video saying that the game's been helping her with those fears #i genuinely think it's extremely cool hearing how different people who are in the right place to tackle different phobias

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the-feral-gremlin · 8 months

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Who thought it would be a fucking AMAZING idea to get a cat a fucking WEEK after your kid tells you they’re afraid of cats? My mother.

#i don’t know where else to put this so #tw vent #we’ve had the kitten for a couple weeks and he’s fine he’s a nice cat and I like him for the most part #(when I can be around him without him making my heart do fucking gymnastics and other shit) but it still doesn’t fucking help with the fact #that I literally have a fear of cats and a cat is in the house: a house that WE BOTH LIVE IN BUT NOO the second that stupid cat let my #brother pick it up my say in the matter got thrown out the goddamn window #now I’m sitting on the bed TRAPPED in the room while the cat plays with a straw on the floor waiting for my mom to come home #in hope that the cat will just move towards her and stop acting fucking possessed (ik he’s playing but it’s freaking me out) and shit #i’m rambling #ailurophobia #cats #cw vent

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ungodlybre · 4 days

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𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.

You're the sweet single Mom who lives next to Simon cw: lactophilia aka breastfeeding kink, breeding, really mild cum play. Porn with a smidge of plot. I fear we've matched his freak laid ease and gentle people.

"Again, I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am." You started, but then are immediately shushed by Simon who was crouching to look under the sink. "I told you it's no problem." He insisted, his gaze fixed on the pump that sat next to many cleaning products. "Sorry, let me get all of this." You hurried, grabbing the bottles and lastly going for the pump. "Now you can get a better look." You said, leaving him alone in the kitchen to work his day away.

An hour later, Simon was laid out on the floor, tightening things, drilling, and cursing whenever something fell or he couldn't find a screw. You sat on the counters stool, doom scrolling on your phone waiting for him to finish.

"You done?" You asked with a soft smile, making his heart throb in his chest. Simon hummed, clearing his throat when noticed you changed your blouse to something more low cut and exposing. "Can I get a glass of water?" He rubbed his chest, trying to control his nerves. And there it was. What looked like 3 or 4 bags filled with breast milk.

Simon shifted his stance, flinching when the refrigerators heavy door slammed shut. "Here you are." You handed him the glass, "How much do I owe you?" Simon didn't want to answer, Simon couldn't answer! He downed the whole glass, coughing once he was done. "it's a'right." He protested, "Oh c'mon, " You pouted, "It's the least I can do." You went to reach for your purse, "No, no, no." Simon grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You could cum on the spot. "We can do favor for favor?" You offered, "That sound like a plan?" Your voice soft. Simon nodded speechless, eyes flicking between your lips and cleavage.

The second Simon got home, he stripped at the door, booking it for the shower. You and Simon were alike in some way, telling yourselves you shouldn't but you do. You laid in bet with your legs spread, your top on and panties off, teasing your slit with your fingers. Squeezing your eyes shut each time your finger slips over your clit. You squeezed your tits, groaning when some milks spirts out.

On the other side of the wall, Simon was panting as he fucked his hand. Whispering your name repeatedly, so quiet and hushed. Almost like a prayer.

Simon's head tilted back, water running down his body while rubbed himself. He came hard, moaning to the point it sounds like mewling, So sensitive and still so hard.

Both You and Simon frustrated, so eager for a bigger, better release.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍯 ꒱

Simon was disgusted with himself.

On his bed with cum covered sheets, hands and thighs. This isn't like him, he isn't someone who's this sexually bothered. The moans from his phone were still playing, a painful reminder of his previous endeavors. He closed the tab in shame, cringing at the painfully corny title, "busty mom breastfeeds younger man."

His legs sore from being sprawled, his quads contracting each time he came. Simon couldn't place it, surely it was the many videos of men sucking the nipples of breastfeeding women, or it was the idea of Simon fucking you full of him while your tits leak all over yourself.

I'm going mad, He thought. Pulling himself out of bed. He stripped the mattress of its sheets. Still horny, Simon jumps in the shower, flushing his thoughts down the mental drain with a freezing cold shower.

Simon grabbed his mesh laundry bag, stuffing his blankets inside, sighing once more. Even more displeased with himself when he sees you lugging your bags to the elevator. "Laundry day?" You asked as you pushed the stroller inside the elevator. "Unfortunately." He chuckled awkwardly, his cheeks turning a crimson shade. "Hi Ave." He pinched the infants cheek.

Once you three make it down, Simon loads his blankets into the washer and sits in the open chairs. He watched you quietly, you held Avery on your hip while pouring fabric softener in the machine, making random noises to calm her down. By the time Simon's finished, You're still folding Avery's clothes. Playing nursery rhymes, singing them quietly.

And Simon gets right back to it, every night. Touching himself to the thought of you. Dreaming of fucking you into the mattress with his mouth all over your chest and neck. He feels like a teenager, so pent up; itching for release.

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"Thanks for inviting me." You smiled, Simon's heart jumped, "You're the only person I thought of." Simon admitted, taking a large drink out of his wine glass. "Woah!" You raised your brows, "I'm not really a drinker." Simon cleared his throat, "I can tell." You giggled, slowly sipping your drink.

Simon's a genius! Yes, he may have stretched the truth. Yes, he did lie about having reservations at this very fancy restaurant for two months *he made the reservations 2 days ahead. He may have also lied about having a date who flaked. But a favor is a favor, and it is what you had agreed to.

"Where's Avery?" Simon, took another hefty swing. "She's staying with my cousin." You nod, noticing Simon shifting around in his seat. "Are you okay?" You raised a brow, growing concerned at his fidgeting. "I'm fine. 's just the wine." It was also the raging boner he had from staring at you and your almost skin tight dress. "Alcohol makes me sweaty too." You laughed lightly, and that was a lie. You handle your alcohol pretty well, though you do become some hormonal freak ready to pounce on anything with blood flow.

He needed a gun. It was like torture watching you talk and adjust your top every time it would move lower. Like a serpent in his ear, just a taste. One, taste. You make it to the complex, offering to split one of your bottles. Simon couldn't say no, Even though his dick was screaming at him.

He was determined. And there is nothing like a man who is starved.

You're both seated on your couch wine glasses in hand, You're talking about your sink. Simon's just listening-Well-he's trying to. His cock is throbbing, and your lips are so plush and he likes the way you're talking. He's turning against himself. His mind wanders to the videos he watched.

"Can I ask what that thing was?" He interrupts, man-spreading, trying to ease the throbbing in his cock. "What thing?" You ask confused, "That contraption thing, when I was fixing your sink." Simon wasn't even trying to hide his horniness, moving closer to you, rubbing your leg. "Oh the pump? it's for my milk." Simon hummed while his eyes traveled to your chest. "I like milk." He uttered lowly, His words going straight to your pussy. You smile coyly, putting your face in Simons shoulder. Only making his Situation worse. "I bet it tastes wonderful," he teases, dipping his head to get close to your ear, "Just a little taste."

desire, arousal, thirst.

You pull the straps of your dress down, exposing your two full breasts. Biting your lip when he sighs at the view in front of him. Grabbing your neck he pulls you in, kissing your lips sloppily. You whimper when he pulls away. "I need these fucking tits." He growls, hungrily, sucking your nipple. You gasp, poking your chest out, pulling at his hair. "fuck yes. " you say quietly to this erotic feeling of release. Simon's a grunting mess, grunting like a rabid dog. "I need you," He whispers, before going for your other nipple, "I need you, baby." He suckles again, pulling away to squeeze and watch a milk leak. His long tongue licks it up, you squirm and squeak, each time, his cheeks hollow.

Your brain is fuzzy, you're a panting mess, and now your panties are ripped in two and your dress is on the floor, Your legs are in the air while Simon sucks harshly on your clit. Groping your tits while his tongue flicks back and forth on your sensitive nub. "It's so fucking good." You cry, kicking your legs. Simon fingers you, fucking you with his middle and ring finger. Not stopping until he hears that gushing sound one more time. He's greedy, going down to kiss you clit and then back up to suck on your breast. You almost pass out from the pleasure. You haven't felt this good since god knows when. And Simon? Simon was in a trance, never knowing where to go next, so much gold and his greed was overwhelming. This was better than fucking his fist for hours, this was better than porn.

And those moans, he could listen to them all day and all night. His dick was getting harder. He knows the second he slides in, he'll be done for. He hoped, like in his fantasies you'd let him cum inside, fill you full with his hot, thick, cum. "I'm gonna fuck this pussy." He said, unbuckling his pants frantically. He pulls both his pants and briefs down, his cock springs out. Drooling, you wait for Simon to put it in, whining when his hand rubs your pussy. You're frustrated. Simon moves to the couch, "Come sit." He orders, stroking himself. Quickly, you get up and straddle him. "Oh fuck." You moan, then giggle when he rubs his tip on your hovering cunt. You lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, sinking down on his length. "It's so big." You croak, lifting slowly, then sinking back down. "Take it, baby," He breathes, holding your waist, "Fucking take it." He grunts, picking up the pace, bucking his hips up into you.

Simon grabs your arms, moving them from his neck. Giving himself a better look at your tits, bouncing up and down each time he fucks into you. "feels good?" He mocks you, Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he stops and grinds you onto his dick. "What if I rub your clit like this?" His thumb rubs at your nub, small circles that drive you wild. Now you were grunting and grinding. "I love your cock!" You mewl.

You're like a wet and warm vice. Something out of a dream. The way you slide up and down on him while your pussy drools. Simon died and came back to life at some point. When his cock slipped out and you put it back in, he knew this isn't the first or last time."Gimme those fucking tits," He gropes them harshly, your milk spurting on his hands. Your cunt squeezes when he licks up the spill. "Dirty girl." He mutters, "You like it when I fuck your pussy and suck your nipples?"

"I love it," You pant, grinding stopping, "I fucking love it." Simon chuckles, lifting you off his cock. You lay on the sofa with your legs spread, "Look at this perfect," Kiss, "Pretty," kiss, "Pussy."

Simon pushes in, the curve of his cock hitting that spongy part inside of you. You sigh when he goes to the hilt, rocking his hips slowly. "I'm gonna fuck you full of cum." Simon whispers in your ear, You start to grind on him again, but he holds your hips. "Yes." You keen, taking his length deeper. Your breath hitches when he lifts your hips onto his thighs.

The sound of skin smacking is heard. You're silenced by pleasure, tears are rolling out of the corners of your eyes. Simon's focused, thrusting quickly. Your pussy quivers, "Oh, I'm cumming!" you scream, trying to shut your legs. Simon forces them open, fucking you through it.

Simon's thrust stutter, and his cock twitches. His moans become higher the closer he gets. Whining when he's on the brink of filling you up, gasping when he finishes, little thrusts while his cum floods your pussy. Simon pulls out, watching his cum drip. Sticking his fingers inside, fucking it back in. "Open." he demands, the shoves his fingers in your mouth. You gag when he pumps them in the back of your throat.

The next morning you wake up, naked in your bed. Confused with a throbbing headache. A sleeping Simon snoring next to you. You don't wake him, instead, you watch his chest rise and fall until your eyelids shut again.

ʚthanks for reading!ɞ

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 31 - Free Use

Poly 141 x Reader - 4.3k (on ao3)

summary: Glimpses into your life as a housewife and free use toy for the 141 post-retirement. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: soft sex, half-drunk sex, light somnophilia, anal sex

note: last kinktober of the month! sorry i got off by a day at the end here, but i hope you guys have enjoyed everything so far :) btw this is less "free use" and more "sex with the 141 while living in domestic bliss"

Your days are filled with sex. Sex with all of your boys, in every position you can think of, in every room of the house they’d bought for the five of you after retiring.

You all split the chores evenly these days. No one does more than they’re more comfortable with, and you’ve all found your stride, something to give you purpose, after the rigidity of the military.

Gaz has taken to bee-keeping. As odd as it sounds, he’s got the patience for it, and he’s quite protective of his bees, even has nearly an entire library of books he’s taught himself with. Price helps him out by selling the honey he harvests, keeping track of his profits and managing the household’s finances.

Ghost hunts, spends his days out finding game to bring home, tracking herds and predators around your property. Johnny does a little of everything - fixes things when they break, chops firewood every morning, helps Simon skin his prey, tries to help Gaz and his bees.

And you take care of the house. You make the meals, clean up after everyone, and find yourself perfectly happy to keep your men fed and warm.

Your other chore is to bend over whenever they want. Well, bend into any position whenever they want, Ghost and Soap tend to enjoy getting a bit more creative. It’s not really much of a chore, considering how eager you are to do it.

It’s a great deal for you. Johnny and Kyle are always eager to get you off, and neither Simon nor Price is stingy with the orgasms these days either. You live your life floating between domestic labor and orgasms - not a bad existence, by your metric. You get to live without a care in the world, four men to take care of and four men to take care of you. It’s like a dream come true.

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You hum to yourself as you dance around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a frilly apron as you wait for your pancakes to cook. The small radio on the dining room table plays music from a local radio station, something cheery to start your day. It’s hard not to smile, with sunshine pouring in from the windows and a batch of fresh eggs to scramble on the stove.

Your small moment of bliss is interrupted by a pair of hands on your hips and a large body bracketing yours.

There isn’t even a moment of fear, you instinctually lean back into the man behind you. A moment later, a rough beard brushes over your cheek.

“Pancakes this mornin’?” Price asks, big paws resting on the softness of your hips.

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head to claim his lips. He sways the two of you back and forth slowly, to the beat of the song, and lets you take your time with him. “Blueberries in yours,” you tell him when you come up for a breath of air.

One hand shifts to your ass, the other to your stomach, and you feel him smile. “Thank you, love. Got time for a quick round before they burn?”

You mimic his smile, let him bend you over slowly. “You’re just in time, Captain, I haven’t cracked the eggs yet.”

“Perfect,” he purrs, pressing himself to your backside. He tucks his plaid pajama pants down a little, rubbing his warm morning wood against you. You fold your arms beneath your head, let your eyes drift closed as his fingers make quick work of getting you ready.

Moments later, the heavy length of his cock fills you slowly. You moan, shifting your legs a little bit wider as he massages your waist.

“There you go,” he sighs, bottoming out and grinding himself slowly inside of you. “Tight as always, perfect girl.”

You giggle a little drowsily, wiggling your hips against his. “Always for you, John.”

He sighs contentedly, pulling out slowly. “Don’t I know it.”

He fucks you slowly, a steady pace that drags against all your most sensitive parts on every thrust. John’s thick, and the stretch isn’t quite comfortable with no prep. But you’re still a little loose from your time with Soap and Gaz last night, so it’s far from painful to take him.

He hunches over you as he gets closer and closer to the edge, elbows resting on either side of you and breath ghosting across your nape.

“Aw,” you hear Soap say,voice rough from sleep as he steps into the kitchen. “I wanted first go today.”

“Early bird gets the worm, Johnny,” Gaz teases, settling into a chair in the little breakfast nook Simon had built soon after moving in. “You’re the one who stayed up so late with her last night.”

“Wasn’t just me, jackass, you’re the one who-”

“Boys,” Price grunts, hips slamming against yours, leaving you squirming beneath him. “Will you shut the fuck up while I’m balls deep in our girl?”

You can’t help but snort beneath him, pushing yourself up enough to arch your back further, stick your ass further out for him. “Ye-yeah, boys.”

“Hush,” Price scolds, one hand shifting to your neck where he forces you flat to the counter again. “‘M almost there…”

He groans lowly as he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping slowly as you tighten up, trying to milk him. “Fuck, feels good…”

You smile against your arms as the pleasure that had been building inside of you starts to dull to a simmer, something warm in the root of you.

Price pulls out only moments later, two thick fingers tucking into you to keep any of his come from dripping out. “Keep me safe inside you, pretty thing, c’mon. Clench down.”

You take a deep breath and try your best to listen, straightening up and doing your best to keep yourself from dripping down your thighs.

He turns you around, leaning you back against the counter and cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging your face up to give you a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he whispers into your mouth, just quiet enough for you to hear.

“Of course.” You reach up to grab his wrists, holding him close. “Never gonna say no to you, John.”

The two of you linger in the moment, sunlight warming your skin as you breathe into each other.

It’s Soap that interrupts you, an intentionally obnoxious clearing of his throat nearly making you jump. “Any chance at coffee sometime today, bonnie?”

You huff a laugh into Price’s mouth, pushing him away and shooting a half-playful look to Johnny. “Can’t give me a minute of peace, can you?”

He smirks, “Nope.”

John scoffs as he pulls away, moving you with him and giving you a quick tap to the ass to send you over to the counter with the coffee machine. “Someone’s gotta teach you some patience, MacTavish.”

“If Ghost still hasn’t gotten it into him, no one is,” Gaz laughs, shifting enough for Price to join him on the bench.

“Who says I haven’t?” Ghost says, stepping from the hallway. He’s already got a cigarette lit between his lips, and you wave him away with a spatula.

“No!” You scold, trying to shoo him closer to the window. “No smoking in my house! You know I hate the smell.”

Ghost rolls his eyes good-naturedly but lets you herd him to the open window, resting a shoulder on the windowsill and blowing a mouthful of air. You hmph, satisfied, and move to flip the pancakes. “You’re not the one who has to get that smoke out of all the furniture, you know.”

Ghost sighs, but he’s dramatic enough about it for you to know that he’s intentionally exaggerating his annoyance. “Awful early for all that nagging, woman.”

You glare at him playfully, picking up an egg to crack. “Awful early for a cig, too.”

He huffs and you crack your egg, the kitchen shifting into a comfortable silence. You continue your humming as the song changes to something more upbeat, unable to keep a smile from your face.

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You’re half tipsy, giggling into Soap’s mouth as the two of you stumble into the house. You manage to trip over the lip of the entrance, and you yelp as you start to fall.

Johnny just barely manages to twist and catch the both of you in time, grunting loudly as he hits the ground. The breath is knocked from the both of you, and you lay there in the dark for a moment, still.

You’re giggling as soon as you can breathe again, unable to stay still with all the energy and wiggling against his chest. “Jo-Johnny!”

“What?” He pants, still not fully able to take a breath in. You can see the outline of a smile, though, and his hands come up to fully cup your ass. “You were the one taht tripped, lass!”

That only makes you laugh harder, kicking your feet against his shins. “I-I know!”

Now he laughs, a full-bellied sound that has you bouncing on his chest. He manages to push himself up so that you’re in his lap, and presses his mouth to yours without warning.

You make a high sound of surprise but quickly kiss him back, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips.

Your kiss is messy, both of you a little too drunk and a little too needy to bother for tact. Johnny’s softer than he usually is, all tongue and no teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, shifting so your knees rest on either side of him and squeeze his hips.

“Need you,” he pants into your mouth, shifting you over him to start a slow grind. “Need to be inside you, bonnie.”

“Yeah, please,” you say, quickly dropping your hands to his belt and clumsily working at his belt. It takes several tries for you to get it undone, and both of you get more and more desperate. Your underwear get more and more damp as you work yourself over the rough denim of his jeans, your skirt rucked up around your hips as he palms at your ass.

“Come on,” he growls, landing a harsh slap against the meat of your thigh. You yelp at the sting, then giggle, and finally manage to get his belt loose, quickly tugging it off.

“There you go,” you mumble, throwing the belt to the side and hearing it slide against the hardwood. “C’mon, c’mon, need you now, Johnny.”

He nearly snarls into your mouth, jerking your panties to the side and stuffing two fingers into you with no warning. You jolt higher on your knees and moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Sit still,” he growls, tugging you back down and scissoring his fingers quickly to spread you. He slips a third finger in easily, your cunt already slick and dripping for him. “Stop fuckin’- stop wigglin’ around.”

You can’t help but giggle again, pushing your smile against his lips and nipping at his chin. “Can’t hold me down, MacTavish?”

You feel him grin, growling playfully, and before you can keep prodding him he’s got you flipped onto the floor beneath him. You squeal when he somehow manages to keep his fingers inside of you, pushing deep as he pins you down. He tucks your knees higher, both of your legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll show you held down, lass,” he growls, smile just barely visible above you. “Want it rough, then?”

You bite back another laugh, pushing up just enough to bite his bottom lip and tug it down with you. “As rough as you’ve got, MacTavish.”

It works as the perfect taunt you’d meant it as, and he’s buried in your tight heat before you can try and push him any further. Your head falls back against the hardwood floor as his falls to your throat, both of you moaning loudly as his hips meet your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth pressed against your throat. When you arch your neck even further, he bites into your flesh, sucking a hicky and making you ever wetter between the thighs. “Fuck.”

“She tight, Johnny?”

You both yelp at the sudden voice, Johnny jolting away from your neck and shifting inside of you, causing you both to melt again.

There, in the corner of the room, is Ghost. He’s smoking a cigarette by the window, illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette butt and the moon. You can’t quite see his expression, but you can just imagine the cocky smirk.

Johnny groans above you, sinking back down to press kisses along your throat and forcing your knees almost to the side of your head. “Scared the shit outta’ me, Ghost,” he sighs, pulling out just enough to give you a few tiny thrusts. You moan, letting yourself relax into the floor.

“Not surprised,” Ghost says, and you watch as he stubs out the cigarette and take a few steps to where the two of you are tangled in each other. “How much did you two have to drink?”

You laugh at the question, but it melts into a moan as Johnny starts to find a rhythm that works for both of you. Your knees nearly knock against your own face as he makes his way across your neck, leaving bruising kisses.

“Not-” you choke a bit on a particularly rough thrust, just barely managing to keep your eyes open and watch as Simon settles into an armchair. “Not that much.”

“Yeah,” Johnny pants, lifting himself up enough to look down at you. “How-how much’ve you had, L.t.?”

Ghost snorts, taking a swig from a beer bottle you hadn’t noticed before. “Less’n you two, I can tell that much.”

You and Johnny both snicker, half out of breath already, but none of you try and keep speaking as Johnny starts to really fuck into you, finding a perfect rhythm that’s just a little messier than usual, a little jerkier.

The two of you make no attempt to be quiet, moaning and whining loudly as you work to find that peak. Even with folded in half as you are, you try to push into him as much as you can to help him hit the perfect spot inside of you.

You nearly scream when he does, clenching down so tightly onto him that he’s forced to a still inside of you, his length throbbing in time with your heartbeat.

The world blurs around you as Johnny takes your lips again, pressing your tongues together in a slick slide as he batters inside of you.

“Clo-close,” you gasp, clawing down his shoulders. Your nails dig in enough through his shirt to have him moaning, arching further into your touch.

“Me too, bonnie.”

He shifts enough to lean his weight further onto your thighs, newly freed hand smoothing down your chest and stomach to work against your clit. You melt beneath him, muscles going loose as you turn into nothing but a limp doll for him to fuck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm starts to overcome you, Johnny’s work against your clit and the hot length inside of you finally shoving you over the edge.

“Fuck- fuck!” Johnny nearly shouts above you, your orgasm triggering his own. You cling tight to him, dragging his body as close to you as possible while your muscles clench down around him. The two of you are nearly drooling in each other’s mouths, eager for as much physical touch as possible.

It feels like an impossible amount of time later when you hear Ghost crouch down next to you, see his shadow cast over both you and Johnny. “You two done, then?”

You feel Johnny huff where he’s leaned against your cheek, feel his smile grow against yours.

“Yeah, Si,” you say, squirming a bit beneath Johnny to try and get out from under him. “I think we’re done.”

Johnny gans a little but he obliges and shifts back enough for his softened cock to pull out of you. You both whine in sync at the separation, and he finally lets your legs fall to the ground, heels thudding against the floor.

Johnny rolls off of you, flopping to the floor next to you. “Carry us to bed, L.t.”

You giggle and blink up at Simon, softened from your orgasm and the lingering buzz from your night out. “Yeah, L.t.,” you lift your arms high, making grabby hands like a toddler. “Carry us to bed.”

Ghost snorts above you, but he still leans down and scoops you up beneath the knees and the back. You squeal when he hefts you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. He ducks low again and you grasp onto the bottom of his sweatshirt, then giggle when Johnny flops bonelessly over Ghost’s other shoulder.

He carries the two of you effortlessly down the hall, and Johnny’s soft laugh joins yours - well, at least before you hear a muffled slap and he quiets himself/ Of course that only makes you laugh, earning you a spank of your own.

You’re dropped rather carelessly onto the massive mattress all five of you share these days, hand flopping against what you’re sure is Price’s chest as Ghost falls on top of Johnny where he’s dropped.

You hear a muffled oof! from next to you and curl into Price with a smile, tucking yourself close to his chest. He rumbles a low noise, instinctually tucking you close. You can hear Gaz getting annoyed with Ghost and Soap, feel him kicking at them to fight for his own spot on the mattress. You fall asleep with Ghost’s back to yours and Price’s chest to yours, surrounded by warmth.

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You groan into the sheets in frustration, fists clenched tight. “Simon, come on, please.”

He spanks you sharply, but the pain is hardly noticeable compared to the need you’re drowning in.

“Quiet,” he grunts, three fingers spreading your ass. “Need to stretch you out properly, don’t want any tears.”

You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass further into the air. “I’m ready, I promise, just need you inside. I’ve been stretched for the last ten minutes!”

“And you’ll get stretched for ten more if you don’t quit complaining.”

It’s almost impossible to bite back a complaint at that, but you manage to dull it down to just a near-painful eye roll. You try your best to stay still for him, stay patient, even as you feel like your pussy is dripping like a faucet.

Ghost has fucked you with far less prep than this, you know he’s just trying to be an asshole - no pun intended. You also know that the more you rush him, the slower he’ll go. So you force yourself a little looser, let your body sink more comfortably into the position he’s got you in.

It doesn’t make the wait any easier.

You’re not sure how long it’s really been when he finally deems you stretched enough, but he finally pulls his fingers free. You whimper at the cold dribble of lube as he spreads a bit more across your stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the room telling you he’s likely spreading it across himself too.

“Alright, love,” he says, notching himself at your back hole with both hands on your hips. “Loosen up for me now.”

The stretch is sinful as he finally gives you his cock, enough for you to feel the sting but not at a painful point. Your eyes roll back in pleasure instead of frustration, and your knees shift just a little wider to welcome him more fully into your body.

“Fuck, you feel good<’ he grunts, grip tightening on your hip.

On a normal night with Ghost, you’d expect minimal prep and long rounds of edging. He likes to keep you from coming for as long as possible, then coax an orgasm that feels earthshattering from you when he finally shoves you off that ledge. Either that, or he fucks you quick and dirty - in the yard outside, in the shower, in the middle of the night, really any time he feels like getting off. With you around, there’s no need to masturbate. That leaves you getting bent over and used at any time he feels the slightest urge to get off, but you couldn’t mind less.

Now, though, Ghost paces himself far more slowly than usual. His thrusts are long, bottoming out and pulling back until the head of his cock just barely breaches your hole. If you couldn’t feel the way his hands bruise your hips, you’d almost call his pace leisurely.

The two of you are near silent as he fucks you, content to fill the air with soft moans and the occasional whine instead of dirty talk. It feels nice, such slow sex with Simon. It’s a side of him he rarely lets you see, even now.

He knows you can’t come from anal alone, and is feeling generous enough to grab one of your hands and shift it down, telling you, “Rub your clit for me, love. Wanna feel you come.”

And, well, who are you to disobey?

You bring yourself to a slow, rolling orgasm with rhythmic circles against your clit, hips working against his even with his grip. You moan more loudly now, moith open and spit spreading across the pillow.

“Si-Simon,” you gasp. “Feels so good, so deep.”

“Yeah? Deep in your ass, huh, love?”

“Mhmm, mhmm. Can hardly br-breathe around you, Si.”

“I know, so big in your little hole. You’re taking me well, though, being such a good girl for me. Gonna - fuck, love - gonna make me come, give you a nice load then plug you up.”

“Yes, yes…”

“You want that? Want to be stuffed with my come? Keep me inside of you ‘til I say you can take the plug out?”

“Yes, I’ll keep it in for you, Si, be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know it, love. Always a good girl for me, most perfect girl… fuck, feel so good around me…”

He groans when he finally gets himself off, pulling you back onto his harsher thrusts and letting your channel squeeze the come from him. You rub your clit a few more times, ignoring the aftershocks in favor of forcing your muscles to milk him a bit.

When he finally pulls out, he tucks a good-sized plug into your loosened hole before any of his come can slip out. You shift from your knees to your stomach with a soft hum, tugging a pillow into your arms as your eyes drift shut.

“You stayin’ in here for a bit?” Ghost asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face and dipping down to press a dry kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm. Gonna take a nap before dinner.”

“Alright. Need any help tonight?”

“No,” you hum, curling deeper into the bedding. “You can set the table, if you really want.”

You hear him laugh as he pulls away, weight shifting off of the mattress. “I’ll leave that to Johnny, I think.”

A few moments later the door click softly shut behind him, and you float into a peaceful slumber while trying to half-plan dinner.

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You’re half-asleep when you feel someone shift in bed next to you, their body covering yours. There’s a distinct hardness against the small of your back, and you press back against him.

“Stay still,” you hear Gaz whisper in your ear as he urges you further onto your stomach. You hum a little in response as he settles over you, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to rest between them. “Don’t wanna wake anyone else up, right sweetheart?”

You hum again in what’s probably supposed to be agreement, but is really just a half-asleep sound. You trust all your boys, though, so you’re perfectly content to let Kyle do whatever he wants.

You sleep naked these days, so it’s easy for him to spread your cheeks a bit, to rub at your folds. You’re still a little damp from the shower sex with Price you’d had right before bed, and Kyle doesn’t seem to think you need much more than that.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel the tip of his cock at your hole, and then the familiar weight of him entering you. It’s hard not to groan, especially when you’re so dazed, but you think you do a good job.

Well, until Kyle shushes you loudly, stuffing a few of his fingers into your mouth.

You make a small offended noise, but it shifts into a sound of pleasure when he sinks fully inside of you.

“Hush. Don’t wanna share you right now, just needed to feel you for a bit.”

You feel his hips shift against yours before he sort of falls to the side, taking you with him. You’re left spooning him, his cock buried deep inside of you and kept warm by your body.

He sighs, pleased, against your back and pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand float down to rest on one of your breasts. He squeezes you for a few moments, but that only works you up more and has you squirming against him.

Kyle makes a small, whining noise and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Stay still, love. Just want to hold you, let you hold me. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You sigh, debate trying to get him to finish what he started, but ultimately decide that it sounds like far too much work for your current state.

So instead you let yourself relax into Gaz, body quickly adjusting to the weight and stretch of him. It’s easier than you might’ve thought to doze off like that, held close to Kyle’s chest.

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