minminnies-things - Tumblr blog

minminnies-things · 4 months ago

Text

𝑨 𝑪𝑨𝑻-𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬 . ݁₊ ⊹ . 🐈 .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩

.°⋆🖇₊˚ෆ summary: a contact with a cursed object leaves you with cat ears, tail and feline instincts that you can barely suppress, much to nanami’s amusement.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ teddy’s notes: yeah… this happened instead of studying… anyways… enjoy!!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ contains: 4,2k words, fluff, crack maybe?? attempts at humour?? also yes, there is some usage of “kitten” “kitty” because duh, but like you blame sylus for me even remotely using kitten, he made it sounds nice and not cringe >:(( reader is gender neutral i think? anyway yeah

nanami is not the type to overreact. he’s not even the type to react normally half the time—always composed, always logical. but when he turns to check on you after the curse has been exorcised and sees the ears, his brain completely stalls.

you’re standing there, oblivious at first, stretching your arms over your head. but on top of your head, nestled in your hair, are a pair of cat ears with fur matching your hair color—twitching, moving with your every breath. behind you, a tail flicks back and forth, irritated, as if it has a mind of its own.

nanami’s eye twitches.

“what?” you ask, noticing his stare.

he exhales sharply and pulls out his phone. within seconds, he’s holding it up in front of your face, the front camera on.

you blink at your reflection. tilt your head. the ears move.

you freeze.

your tail flicks.

“what the hell,” you whisper.

“you’ve been cursed,” nanami confirms, his voice too even.

“no shit.” you reach up, grabbing at your new ears, and—oh. they’re real. they’re attached.

your tail flicks again, and in a split-second decision, you spin around, trying to catch it.

nanami lets out a very sharp exhale, and you snap your gaze back to him.

his expression is calm, as usual, but his hand has come up to his face, two fingers resting lightly against his mouth.

oh.

he’s holding back.

“don’t,” you warn.

“don’t what?”

“don’t laugh.”

“i’m not laughing.” but his voice has gone softer, like he’s physically restraining himself.

you narrow your eyes, tail still flicking behind you. “you’re enjoying this.”

“not at all.” he replies, too smoothly.

—

side effects include: extreme embarrassment.

it doesn’t take long for the curse to really kick in.

first, the naps.

you don’t even realize you’re doing it at first, but nanami sure does.

every time he looks over, you’re curled up somewhere new—on the couch, in a patch of sunlight on the floor, tucked into a corner of his office like a loaf of bread. once, he finds you sitting on the windowsill, your arms wrapped around your knees, eyes fluttering shut as the sun beams down on you.

the first few times, he lets you be. maybe you were just extra tired. but after the fourth, he starts keeping track.

“you’re sleeping a lot,” he finally comments.

“not my fault,” you mumble, shifting slightly in your very comfortable sunspot. “stupid curse.”

but the problem isn’t just that you’re sleeping—it’s how you sleep.

nanami starts noticing that you don’t just nap anywhere, you nap strategically. you find the warmest places, the coziest corners, the softest blankets. once, he leaves his sweater on the couch, and when he returns, he finds you curled up in it, hugging it close.

he stares at you for a long moment, taking in the sight of you completely nesting in his clothes, tail loosely wrapped around your legs.

he quietly walks away. he will not let himself react to this.

but the worst part is that you wake up every time he moves. your ears twitch, head lifting slightly, as if you’re tracking his movements.

like right now.

“you’re watching me,” you mumble, eyes barely open.

nanami clears his throat. “your ears are following me before you do.”

“oh,” you say. then, after a pause: “gross.”

he sighs.

next, the instincts.

one morning, nanami reaches for his coffee, and you flinch. your ears flatten before you even process what’s happening.

he stops mid-motion, brows slightly furrowed. “you okay?”

you rub your face, trying to snap out of it. “yeah, yeah. just—” you wave a hand vaguely. “brain is lagging.”

he says nothing more, but he does watch as your ears slowly perk up again, regaining their usual alertness.

the flinching happens a few more times—when a book drops off the table, when he moves too suddenly, when you hear an unexpected noise. each time, nanami makes note of it, though he never comments.

until one night.

you’re both sitting on the couch, watching something on tv, when nanami stretches his arm out to grab the remote.

your ears flick down, your body tensing.

and then—before you can stop yourself—you gently boop his hand away.

you blink. he blinks.

you both slowly turn to look at each other.

nanami loses it.

it’s not much—just a sharp exhale, a slight shake of his head—but you know. you know he’s laughing at you.

but the worst moment—the one that nearly destroys him—

he sees you standing in the hallway, completely still, staring at a piece of string hanging from his robe.

he watches, silent, as your pupils dilate.

and then—without a single thought—you bat at it.

you freeze. nanami freezes.

his lips part slightly, as if he’s about to say something, but no words come out.

your tail flicks.

slowly, you retract your hand. “forget that.”

nanami exhales through his nose, tilting his head back, rubbing his temple like he’s in physical pain.

“i think i need to sit down.”

bonus: the things nanami won’t talk about.

how you now hate closed doors and will paw at them until he opens them, even if you have no reason to be on the other side.

how, when he scratches the back of your head just right, you go completely still and lean into his hand.

how you’ve started stalking small objects in the house, crouching low like you’re about to pounce.

how, when he puts something on a high shelf, you immediately try to climb up to retrieve it, despite the fact that you have no reason to need it.

—

nanami, menace mode: activated.

the first time it happens, you don’t think much of it.

you’re lying on the couch, comfortably sprawled out, your tail flicking lazily at the edge of the cushion. it’s a quiet evening, nanami reading a book beside you, nothing out of the ordinary.

until—

a small red dot appears on the wall.

your ears twitch.

you don’t mean to react, but your pupils dilate, your tail goes rigid, and your body tenses like you’re about to pounce.

nanami notices.

slowly, your brain catches up with your instincts, and you snap your gaze toward him.

he’s sitting there, book still in hand, utterly calm—but his free hand is resting suspiciously in his lap.

you know.

“you did not,” you hiss.

nanami, completely unbothered, clicks the laser pointer off, looking far too pleased with himself. “i had to be sure.”

“be sure of what?”

he gestures vaguely toward your twitching tail. “that.”

your mouth opens, then closes. you whip your head away, ears flicking wildly, refusing to meet his gaze.

nanami hums, flipping a page in his book. “interesting.”

you do not like the sound of that.

the second time.

you’re trying to read when you feel it.

that primal urge. that deep, instinctive feeling that something is moving nearby.

your eyes flick to the floor.

the red dot is back.

this time, you’re prepared. you refuse to fall for it. you dig your nails into your book, ignoring the way your tail starts to flick.

nanami, who is not even pretending to be subtle anymore, leans back in his chair, expression unreadable.

he lazily moves the laser across the floor.

your ears betray you. they twitch.

“don’t you dare,” you warn.

the dot moves faster.

you grip the couch cushion, trying to steady yourself.

“nanami—”

but it’s already too late.

before you can stop yourself, you lunge.

your hand smacks against the floor, but—nothing.

the dot is gone.

silence.

slowly, you lift your head.

nanami is staring down at you, arms crossed, expression neutral—but his eyes are shining with amusement.

you hate him.

“i,” you say, voice trembling with shame, “am going to kill you.”

“mhm.” he uncaps his pen, noting something down. “fascinating.”

the third time.

you’re onto him now. you know his games.

so when the red dot appears in your peripheral vision, you refuse to acknowledge it. you will win.

you cross your arms, staring blankly at the tv. your ears do not twitch. your tail does not flick. you are stronger than this.

the dot moves.

your jaw tightens.

it moves again.

you do not react.

nanami makes a soft sound. almost a hmm.

the dot stops.

victory.

or so you think.

until nanami casually says—

“if you ignore it, i will start using catnip.”

your head whips around so fast you nearly get whiplash. “you wouldn’t.”

he doesn’t respond. he just looks at you.

you squint. “you have some, don’t you?”

“i have my methods.”

“you absolute menace—”

nanami simply clicks the laser off, sets it aside, and continues reading like he didn’t just threaten your dignity.

you’re going to strangle him.

—

an opportunity he couldn’t miss.

it’s a lazy afternoon, and you’re curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone again. nanami is beside you, reading, but there’s an air of playfulness between the two of you now. his casual teasing has become more frequent, and you’re starting to suspect he’s enjoying the little quirks the curse has brought out in you.

he glances over at you with that familiar, slightly teasing smile on his face.

“come here, kitten,” he says, the words dripping with mock sweetness.

you freeze, the soft sound of his voice luring you in like a siren’s call. you tilt your head just slightly, your ears twitching in that way, your tail giving a soft flick as if it recognizes the invitation.

for a split second, you almost respond.

almost.

you barely catch yourself in time, holding your breath as the instinct pulls at you. but you don’t want to be too obvious. you don’t want to fall into the trap.

but then, nanami extends his hand toward you, palm open, fingers curling in a slow, inviting motion.

“come on,” he coaxes, his voice smooth, playful. “nestle up against me, kitty.”

your heart skips a beat, and this time, you’re almost certain you can hear the faintest sound of your tail swishing. oh, no, you tell yourself, you can’t do this.

but when you look up at him, your gaze locking with his, there’s something irresistible about the way he looks at you—tender, amused, but also… completely sincere.

the corners of your lips twitch, and despite yourself, your body begins to move. your legs slide off the couch, and before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re standing, a little wobbly on your feet as your tail flicks uncertainly behind you.

he watches you with soft amusement, waiting for you to make the first move. your movements are hesitant at first, your steps small and unsure, but you can’t help it. your body wants to curl up next to him.

there’s a moment of hesitation as you stand in front of him, unsure if you should really go through with it. but nanami’s hand remains outstretched, warm and waiting for you, the invitation undeniable.

he doesn’t rush you. instead, he softens his expression, the teasing still present but gentler now. “it’s okay,” he says, almost like he’s reading your mind. “i’m not going to bite.”

you swallow the knot in your throat, finally giving in, and step closer to him. as you do, you hear his breath hitch slightly, and his hand moves, fingers brushing the side of your face before gently cupping the back of your neck.

so soft, you think.

you can’t help the tiny sound that escapes from your throat, something between a hum and a purr as you instinctively lean in, resting your head on his shoulder. his arm wraps around your back, drawing you in closer, his body radiating warmth as he adjusts you to nestle more comfortably against him.

for a few moments, the world fades away. all that exists is the quiet hum of your shared space, the rhythm of nanami’s breath, and the steady, comforting pressure of his hand on your back.

you’re not sure how long you stay like that, but time seems irrelevant. you’re just content to be in his arms, feeling safe and close to him.

“see,” he murmurs quietly, his voice low and warm against your ear. “i knew you wanted to. you don’t have to hide it, you know.”

you suppress a soft, embarrassed mewl that threatens to slip out. you’re not hiding anything, you tell yourself, even though you know that’s a little lie.

his fingers card through your hair slowly, soothingly, and you can’t fight the way your body relaxes into his touch, the gentle scratches behind your ears making your eyes flutter closed.

“you’re a little too cute for your own good,” he says with a chuckle, his thumb brushing along your jawline, tender and affectionate. “but i don’t mind.”

you can feel the heat in your cheeks, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you settle deeper into his arms, the warmth of the moment washing over you.

and as nanami presses a soft kiss to your temple, whispering a quiet, “stay here with me,” you can’t help but think that, maybe, being his little kitten isn’t so bad after all.

—

a dangerous sound.

it happens when you least expect it.

you’re sitting on the couch, absorbed in your phone. nanami is nearby, doing some work, though the two of you are mostly enjoying the quiet of the evening.

without thinking much of it, he absentmindedly reaches out and scratches the back of your head, fingers gently brushing through your hair.

your breath hitches.

and then—

you meow.

it’s completely involuntary, a soft, breathy sound that escapes before you can stop it. it’s like a reflex, like your body just can’t help itself. you freeze, eyes wide as you realize what you’ve just done.

the silence that follows is deafening.

the only sound is the faint rustling of the pages in nanami’s book, his breath seemingly caught in his throat. slowly, you look up, cheeks already burning.

nanami’s eyes are wide, but it’s not surprise. there’s something else—something softer—in his gaze. his lips part slightly, his hand still lingering in your hair, but his expression is utterly unreadable.

you scramble to recover, but the words come out too quickly. “you didn’t hear anything.”

there’s a pause.

“i did,” he whispers back, his voice lower than usual.

your heart skips a beat.

he leans closer, and before you can even process it, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for just a second longer than necessary. the warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine.

“you’re adorable,” he murmurs, his voice thick with affection, and you can’t help the way your cheeks heat up even more.

you look down, avoiding his gaze. “i’m not, nanami.”

“oh, you are,” he says, this time reaching out to gently tilt your chin up so he can meet your eyes. there’s a glimmer of mischief in them now, but it’s softened by something much warmer, much more tender.

“really,” he continues, leaning in closer, his lips hovering just above your forehead again. “i think you’re irresistible.”

you’re about to protest, but before you can, his lips are on yours—slow, gentle, but filled with all the affection he’s been holding back.

you freeze for a moment, taken off guard by the kiss, but then it sinks in. his lips are warm, soft, and you melt into it without thinking.

it’s the most tender kiss, nothing forceful or rushed, just a quiet, intimate moment between the two of you. your hands reach up, tentatively touching his chest as you lean into him.

when he pulls away, he looks at you with a soft smile, his thumb brushing the corner of your lips.

“you’re definitely my favorite little cat,” he whispers, voice hushed and full of warmth.

you can’t look him in the eye. your face is burning, but at least now you can’t stop the soft, happy purring sound that bubbles up from deep inside you.

nanami’s expression softens even further at the sound, and with a slight chuckle, he leans down to plant another kiss on the top of your head, as if to claim you once more.

“i can’t resist you, you know.”

you murmur something inaudible, still unable to fully process the way your heart is racing in your chest.

but nanami doesn’t mind. he’s content to let you be flustered, to let you meow again if it means he gets to keep you all to himself.

—

the curse wears off… kind of.

it’s a few days later when the curse finally begins to wear off, the effects gradually fading as if the universe decided you’d had enough time to learn the ins and outs of being a “kitty.”

one evening, as you’re both sitting on the couch, you notice it. your tail is gone. there are no ears to twitch in response to every little sound. the soft meows that had slipped from your lips are silent.

for a moment, you feel… normal.

you reach up to touch your head, feeling the familiar sensation of your hair instead of the soft fur you’ve become used to.

“well,” you mutter to yourself, letting out a soft sigh, “guess that’s over.”

nanami glances over at you, raising an eyebrow. “feeling better?”

you nod, but as you do, there’s a small shift in your posture—an old habit that hasn’t quite left you. you curl into the couch just a little more, your body sinking into the cushions like you’re seeking comfort, much like you did during your curse.

and then, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, your hand reaches up to scratch the back of your head, the same place he had done earlier.

nanami watches you, a soft chuckle escaping him as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “you’re not going to stop, are you?”

you freeze, mid-scratch. “what?”

his gaze softens, but there’s a playful gleam in his eyes. “i thought the curse wore off.”

“it did!” you defend yourself, but even as you say it, your hand lingers on your head, your fingers brushing through the hair as if it should be there.

before you can say anything else, your stomach growls.

you pause.

a few seconds go by.

and then you can’t help it—the sound that escapes from your mouth is more of a soft, needy meow than a normal sigh.

you freeze.

nanami stares at you for a long moment. and then, with the most unbearable amusement in his voice, he asks, “are you still going to act like a cat, even without the ears and tail?”

you glare at him. “i can’t help it,” you mumble, crossing your arms, suddenly self-conscious. “it’s a curse, remember?”

he leans closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. “oh, i remember.”

but what really breaks you is when he casually picks up a small toy from the coffee table—a little mouse, one he’d kept just in case—and dangles it in front of you, like he knows exactly what’s about to happen.

your body responds before your mind does, and before you can stop yourself, your fingers twitch and reach out to bat at it. your movements are quick and fluid, a perfect imitation of how you had acted before, even though your ears and tail are gone.

nanami grins like a cat who’s finally caught the mouse. “that’s cute,” he teases, his voice low and amused. “still acting like a kitty?”

you feel the flush rise in your cheeks. “it’s a habit, okay? i’m not doing it on purpose.”

but even as you say that, you feel your body sinking back into that comfortable, familiar position, curling up against the armrest of the couch. your legs tuck beneath you, and your body just settles, as if it’s never known anything else.

when you glance up, nanami is watching you with a softened expression, his smile now filled with affection. “you’re not fooling anyone,” he says, his voice teasing but fond. “you might have lost the tail and ears, but you’re still my little kitten.”

you bury your face in your knees to hide your embarrassment.

“you started it,” you mutter, but there’s no real heat in your voice. instead, you can’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest—one that only seems to grow every time he looks at you, like you’re his favorite little secret.

nanami chuckles softly, shifting to sit next to you. he places a hand on your head, the same place he’d scratched when you were a cat, and gently runs his fingers through your hair.

“you might not have your cat ears anymore,” he says, his voice soft, “but i think you’re still the same adorable mess.”

your heart flutters at his words, and you curl into his side, not even bothering to fight it anymore.

maybe you weren’t a cat anymore. maybe the curse was gone.

but as nanami holds you, your body naturally leans into his touch, and that purring sound that you thought was lost slips from your lips once again.

and this time, nanami doesn’t seem surprised at all.

—

bonus: the ear and tail torture.

it starts innocently enough—nanami sitting next to you on the couch, his fingers idly tracing the back of your neck as you sit there, lost in your thoughts. you’ve been trying to keep your cat-like tendencies in check, but the curse seems to have left more lasting effects than you’d like to admit.

and then he does it.

he scratches behind your ear.

it’s slow at first, the touch just a gentle caress, but your body reacts almost instantly. your ear twitches. your tail swishes. you feel a warm, almost dizzying sensation spread through your body, and suddenly, the world is a little softer, a little more… mellow.

“nanami,” you murmur, trying to keep your voice steady, but it cracks a little.

he tilts his head, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. “what was that? i couldn’t hear you.”

you bite your lip, trying to ignore the way your body leans into his touch, your muscles tightening. “s-stop it,” you say, but it’s weak, barely above a whisper.

he chuckles and leans in closer. “stop what?” he asks innocently, but you can see the playful gleam in his eyes.

and before you can stop him, he scratches a little harder, right where your ear meets the top of your skull.

a quiet, involuntary sound escapes you—a soft, purring noise—and your eyes flutter shut. your tail flicks against the couch, and you can’t seem to stop yourself from leaning into his hand.

“there it is,” nanami murmurs, and you know he’s enjoying every moment of this. “you can’t resist it, can you?”

you clench your fists, embarrassed, but it only seems to make things worse. your body’s already reacting, your stomach flipping with warmth as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your ears.

“nanami,” you whimper again, this time less of a command and more of a plea. “stop…”

he leans in even closer, his lips brushing against the top of your head, but his hands don’t stop. they slide from your ear, down to your fluffy tail, and he gives it a light tug.

you freeze, your entire body stiffening. you don’t mean to, but your legs stretch out in response, and you feel your tail twitch at the touch.

“do you like that?” he asks softly, almost too casually. “you’re pretty much purring now.”

“no… i… i’m not…” you stutter, but the words lose all meaning as his fingers graze your tummy.

a soft gasp escapes your lips when his hand rests there, gently scratching at the sensitive skin. your body reacts before you can process it, your hips lifting slightly in a futile attempt to escape the sensation.

you try to pull away, but it’s like your body’s completely surrendered. your stomach tightens with each soft scratch, and before you know it, a full-blown purr slips from your mouth, your face burning with embarrassment.

“you are a kitty, aren’t you?” nanami murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. his hand never stops, sliding from your tummy to your ribs, your tail still twitching beneath his fingers. “can’t resist it at all, can you?”

you barely manage a weak protest, but it’s lost under another mewl of pleasure. your hands curl into the fabric of his shirt, the feeling of your soft fur and his teasing touch making your brain melt.

why does it feel so good? you wonder desperately, your resistance crumbling with each second. you can barely keep your eyes open now, your body completely pliable in his hands.

“okay, okay,” he says, finally pulling his hands away. “i think you’ve had enough for today.”

you whine in protest, but it’s weak, like you don’t actually want him to stop. you want more.

nanami looks at you with an expression that’s a mix of affection and mischief, and his voice is soft. “you’re too cute. i think i’m going to have a hard time letting this go.”

your face is burning now, but you can’t help the small, satisfied purr that slips from your throat as you curl up next to him. you’ve lost the battle completely, and for some reason, you don’t mind one bit.

1K notes · View notes

minminnies-things · 8 months ago

Text

ᯓ Kento Nanami doesn't even know he has a breeding kink until he cums inside of you for the first time. It's like a flip switches in his brain, and the second that sweet release floods your womb he is plagued with the instinctual need to fill you over and over and over until something takes.

And breeding you doesn't have to mean a baby, but rather the primal possession that comes with having you spend the rest of the day with a part of him inside of you. No other man has the privilege, the right, or the reason to claim you as he has, and it does something nasty to the way he fucks.

He's still the gentleman he's always been: still makes sure you cum at least once on his fingers or tongue before he graces you with the hard-to-manage length of his cock. But rather than in the spirit of purely giving you pleasure, he's trying to ensure you're so wet that he can force himself just that little bit deeper inside of you.

A guilt of his, perhaps, but Kento read that if he were to edge himself between moments of intimacy with you, that his loads would be bigger, more forceful—and the idea of giving you even more of himself than he already had been is enough to get him hard. So, he starts touching himself whenever the thought clouds his mind, which is more-often-than-not nowadays. He fucks his fist to the thought of breeding you out until he's cumming dry and you're so full of his cum that it has nowhere to go other than down your legs. Stopping before he cums is a pain like none other, but his new adopted thought process claims a load spent anywhere other than balls-deep inside of you is a load wasted.

And he doesn't say a word of it to you. You only pick up on it when you realise he won't cum anywhere else. When you're sat between his legs after a long day of work, serving him with your mouth and coaxing those lovely groans from his chest. How his hands try and guide you off of him before he gets close enough to lose control, sys he doesn't want to cum down your throat. Once upon a time he would get hard all over at just the sight of you swallowing his lust.

"I just... want to be inside of you, honey, is that okay?" He says, and you oblige because the way Ken gets once he's finally seated inside of you is nothing other than animalistic, euphoric. But you have to wonder if there's a reason he avoids spilling his seed over your tongue or tits like he used to.

"You know I like the taste, right?" you glance over at him when he bends you over the arm of the couch and slips his aching cock into you. You doubt you'll ever get used to his size—he always has to take a moment to let you settle once he's in.

"I know, love," he claims. "I just... prefer it this way."

"Don't you like fucking my throat anymore?"

"God," he groans, presses his body into your back so that his breath fans over your ear. "No. I love your throat. I love all of you."

A thrust to test the waters— at your moan, another. Kento rocks his hips, drags his cock out of you and then drives forward until you and him are as connected as you can be... almost.

"You wanna breed me, is that it?"

Kento's hips stall. You're not stupid, and he doesn't even realise he's got an arm wrapped around you so he can splay his fingers over your stomach. His wedding band presses against your skin, sets it alight with burning need. Hearing you say it, though, makes him nearly cum on the spot—he wouldn't be so selfish.

"How'd you—"

"You say it, Ken," you drawl your words out, tease him with your tone. "When you cum, you say you're gonna fuck a baby into me, that you're gonna 'breed me like the pretty whore I am'. Don't worry, I like it. I want it."

He can hardly believe it, such words feel foreign to his mind. But they taste familiar on his tongue, like a part of his subconscious speaks on his behalf when he's all blissed out like that. He wonders just how deep the instinct to breed you runs, because his cock twitches and all of a sudden he's thrusting into you at a speed that seems only supernatural.

The snapping of his hips, the sound of skin against skin and the curses that slip from his lips like wine. It doesn't take long for you both to cum alongside each other, Kento, of course, deep inside of you.

And it takes a very strong part of him to pay attention to himself this time, and you aren't a liar: the song of need and primal lust that spill from his mouth are made for porn. Not that he can find it in himself to be embarassed, you seem to like it, what with the way your whole body shakes in orgasm as he fills you up.

Yeah, you'll be throwing out every condom you've got stashed away in the house.

kinktober tags: @medusamara5 @echodead @curiositykilledthecatx3 @hirainne

@plinkuro @sooouth @megumiiiswife @nyxiswrites1200 @yveiscringe

@sharks31 @lenahathunger @aydene @dreamyokai @n0tviv

@chiiinglebells @timetoletmyimaginationfly @nayely45 @waffless-simp-blog

@zoozvie @gothicchildofthenight @repnights @flwerie @soundofraindropss

@ushijimas1simp @aliidarling @aeswin @peachygelic @silvermet

@rinadisapproves @theshxaverse @cipher00 @milkkteary @snackeyalleyjuice

@cvipped @toadtoru @keiette @satosugu4-ever

@sugurubabe @wickedpoison6 @simp-plague @tojis-ball-sack @ventila98

@xxbookdrunkdemigodxx @oikawasthirdleg @yogichi @theycallmesia

@kdrama-anna @vurelliex @anonnieghost @tadabzzzbee

@luvofbows @crywolfix @hhonaoin @gigiiiiislife @aviesnapkindoodles

@ninikrumbs @bijuu-naginata @baekhyunsbestie @grimmshold @dalnimmie

@domainexpansionmypants @5tarx @1depressedsimp @beachaddict48 @jadeis0nline

@sukunasbbygrl @luna-v-roiya @sukunaspillow @starsval @vamqyx

@laaalaaaloooppppsiiieeeee @mermaid-jewels @sugusmonkeyy @sammywo @noyaskneepad

@astrideverstar @lordchula-thagrandrula @chuuminn @angel1of-death @flooftoof

@rumi-rants @dysphoricsanity @coolcephalopod @satoruslxt @xoxo1mira

@whosmarjj @kikosaidbye @iceddragonfruit @amisuh

@veraiku @niinistudies @jexx233 @logoleptic-since-06 @kirishimasboobs

@samaraxmorgan @sweetsformysoul @uranosbaaee @angeleen777

@xixflower @alifromtheotherworld

4K notes · View notes

minminnies-things · 1 year ago

Text

I’m so into the idea of snuggles rn with a big sleepy man like Price or Simon.

Afab! Reader

Imagine Simon coming home so sleepy. His eyes tired and heavy and hair all messy from his mask. He trudges through the door and sees you on the couch where he just throws himself on, not bothering to take his boots or anything off.

He just lays there, and you pull him over to you so you can lay his head in your cleavage, just the way he likes since it’s just so comfortable there. You’re just so soft. He closes his eyes and whines at how tired he is and you just play with his hair and kiss his head.

“Aww long day baby?” You ask and he just grunts.

“My big boy sleepy?” You coo at him, lifting his chin up to look at you and he nods with a pout.

“Aw look at that pout. C’mere honey. My sleepy boy.” You say as you kiss each one of his cheeks making him flush pink.

“Go to sleep baby I got you.” You say and he immediately falls asleep with his face buried in your chest.

857 notes · View notes

minminnies-things · 1 year ago

Text

Hockey au my light my love. The most chaotic boys. The Goon squad. The bane of coach Price's existence.

"Just talk to 'er mate," Soap nudges Ghost's shoulder. Poor guy has been staring you down all night, glaring like you walked in with his brother.

"What am I s'pposed ta say," Ghost grumbles over the lip of his beer. His eyes hardly budge from staring, watching you like a hawk as you laugh with your friends.

"Oh use a pickup line," Gaz chimes in, leaning around Soap at the bar.

"Good on ya Gaz," Soap pats the man on his shoulder in agreement before turning back to Ghost, "pickup line breaks the ice, get 'er to laugh and youre in."

"You're not suppose to break the ice," Ghost turns to look at his teammates. Soap groans, Gaz snorts, taking a sip of his drink.

"Go up to her and say something hockey like," Gaz chews his lip, thinking, "you should get two minutes for tripping, because I just fell for you."

"That's a good one," Soap says, almost surprised, smacking his hand against Gaz's chest.

"I know," Gaz boasts, sipping his beer.

"Got a better one though," Soap grins.

"Let's hear it," Gaz tips his head, yielding the proverbial floor.

"You want my sweater? 'Cause I think you need my name and number."

"Pretty good," Gaz nods, "how about this one-"

Ghost stands from his seat as Soap and Gaz go back and forth. Pickup line, he can do that, that's easy. He's good looking, he can talk to pretty people in bars. He stops next to your table and watches you turn to look up at him, your smile good natured and your brow raised in question. He stares at you a moment longer, God you're pretty. Prettier up close, he can't take his eyes off the sparkle in your eyes or the crooked tilt of your lips. You're waiting on him to say something, you deserve something good for putting up with his staring.

"Hi," he starts and your smile grows a little wider and everything flies out of his head, "I'm Simon, I'm a goalie."

"You play for the 141 right?" You ask, grabbing your drink to take a sip. It's something dark on ice, it tips in the glass like bourbon. Ghost nods. "You've got a .9 save percentage."

".921," Ghost corrects, "and six shut outs."

You set your drink back on the table and grab your jacket, Ghost doesn't move when you stand, even if it means you nearly bump into him. He wouldn't be mad if you did. He's hoping for it actually.

"You should take me home," you tell him, and Ghost wastes no time settling a big hand on the small of your back to lead you out into the cool night air.

He only realizes the mistake he made in the morning when you shake him awake the next morning and tell him, "We have practice at six, get your ass up."

Ghost groans and cracks his eyes open to stare at you, half asleep. "We?" He asks, not sure what you have to do with him or his practice schedule.

"New team manager nice to meet you," you pat his cheek and roll out of bed, "get your ass up Riley, we got a long day ahead of us."

Ghost sits up, watches you fish around on the floor for your underwear and tries to make the cogs in his head turn the right way. He's gotta stop getting into fights, he thought you said team manager. That- he'd know if you were his manager. He knows the team manager.

You toss a tee at him with a 'what are you doing?' look, "hell are you sitting around for ya fuckin' muppet? You got practice."

Ghost grabs the tee and tugs it over his head with a grumbled swear. You better stop yelling at him or he's gonna fall in love with you.

659 notes · View notes

minminnies-things · 1 year ago

Text

NETFLIX AND CHILL | Series Finale - 141

team bonding is a group effort. and surely, this exercise together will bring you all a lot closer. but before that we need to make sure everyone gets a go. just to be fair.

[watch history | mdni 18+ | afab!reader]

you thought that maybe a night in with the team would be a wholesome experience. that this little get together where all of you were in the same room for something other than a meeting was going to be so nice. i mean, it is really nice. but you'd assumed that it'd be different.

you'd asked what movie you were going to be watching. gaz and price had exchanged some sort of look. immediately, that clued ghost into something while soap remained curious with you.

"it hasn't come out just yet," gaz says with a reassuring smile.

"heard it was going to be a real good one," price huffs in mock disappointment. you hum and purse your lips, trying to decipher what this all means.

"so... what are we going to do about that?"

"means we're going to make one," ghost pipes up from his armchair in the corner.

and that's how you've found yourself spread wide open in gaz's lap. he's got your back to his chest and cupped your face to he can start making out with you. his tongue swirls against yours so gently you'd think he was timid and shy. but comes the little nip to your bottom lip and you can tell he's just being sly. it serves as a nice distraction as you don't realize his fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants. you let out a whine when those expert fingers start rubbing at you over your underwear. for sticking his hand down your pants, you'd think that he would also go past your underwear. ever the tease, gaz continues to stroke you through the cloth.

"fuckin' hell," soap groans out when you roll your hips into gaz's hand with some dazed look on your face. he takes a look at price and ghost who are intently watching you with darkened eyes. seeing as nobody else has made a move on you, soap tries to step forward but is stopped by ghost. soap nearly whimpers at that.

"everyone'll get their turn, johnny. but you'll have to wait. with a libido like yours, you'll wear that pussy out before the rest of us can get a taste." soap grumbles and crosses his arms. ghost grips him by the back of his shirt to slam him down into his lap. "'sides. get out of the way. you're blocking the tape."

at that, you separate from gaz's lips to see that price is standing next to this little tripod. there's a blinking red light that seems to be in time with the way gaz taps at your nub every other second. he grins at the way your breathing slows. you think you should feel so embarrassed at the way all eyes are on you and you're sure that the camera is zoomed in on either your face or the moving bulge in your pants from gaz's teasing fingers. price had always been quite artistic with his angles.

"yeah?" gaz whispers in your ear. his fingers dig under the sides of the crotch of your underwear to spread your folds underneath, makes the cloth cave in the middle so it sticks against your clit and your slit with the way he presses it harder against you. "you like the camera, hm?"

gaz starts pressing harder against your pussy, like he's fingering you through your underwear. you make a sound of dissatisfaction because of the barrier between your cunt and his fingers. you're drenched at this point and your underwear is sticking against you so uncomfortably. his fingers glide up and down that smoothed down path between your damp folds. every time those long fingers of his swipe upwards, he catches the underside of your clit snd makes your legs nearly clamp shut in an attempt to trap him there so he can keep playing with your clit.

"c'mon, give us a smile," price teases you. you bite your lip because it seems like now is a great time for gaz to drive his fingers into your clit. you moan out when he starts to rub his fingers in little circles on you. you're so wet that you can hear it even through all the layers of clothing.

"fuck. you getting this, captain?" gaz asks while kissing into your shoulder. "beautiful sight that is."

"would look better with a clear view," soap grumbles. he lets out a hitched breath and you look over to see that he's in the same situation as you. ghost has his hands down soap's cargos and is slowly jerking him off. soap has his hands clenched around the edges of the armrests while he watches you.

"patience, johnny." gaz pinches your clit between two fingers while ghost casts a steely gaze at you. it's like he's totally unaware at the way you're squirming in gaz's lap with how he locks eyes with you. "you'll get to unwrap your present soon enough."

"actually," price pipes up with a knowing grin. "gaz, why don't we give 'em a show. just like you talked about, hm?"

"aye, captain."

gaz gives your clit a tap as if that's your cue. you still understand when you stand up and let him pull down your bottoms. he leaves you in your underwear, still. but the very clear outline of your pussylips through the cloth is what has ghost's eyes finally trailing downwards and soap gulping.

"need you to stop teasing me, gaz," you turn over your shoulder with a slight glare. gaz chuckles and rises so that he's behind you and hugging your hips so that your arms are trapped to your sides.

"careful what you wish for," he grunts out.

you hadn't noticed that he'd pulled his pants down to reveal his long cock. how he revealed it? by sticking it right between your thighs. always been long enough to poke through the little gap he creates between your legs by shoving his dick through them. the head pokes out in between and rubs along your clothed core as he thrusts back and forth your soft thighs.

you whine out when you feel the drag of his cock against your parted folds. you want to grab out at him, but gaz keeps panting into your neck and holds you tightly still. keeps those arms pinned to your sides so you can only reach back and claw at his thighs.

"how you doin', love?" price calls out. the camera is angled downwards now and you're sure that it's able to pick up the shine of gaz's precum pebbling out of his slit and leaving a sticky mess in between your thighs.

an arm manages to weasel its way to your front to rub at gaz's tip every time it comes forward. you don't care that you're blocking the clear view of gaz's dick parting your folds. don't care how you're hiding the sight of your palm swirling against the creamy head of it and making him hide his scrunched up face in your neck. it's clear the others don't care about your hand being in the way either because the look on your face is so much better.

"mmh," you whine out. "need more."

"hear that, gaz?" price growls out.

"loud and clear, sir!" he manages to call out through a moan. you wait in anticipation as gaz pulls back enough to align his dick to you better. you're not sure how he's going to start fucking into you like this without having moved your underwear to the side, but you realize that he had no intentions to at all.

"mm, always liked that long cock, did you?" ghost rasps out. "reaches in you so deep." then ghost lets out a low rumble when he sees gaz's cockhead peeking through the front of your underwear. "bet you wish he was in even you at all."

like his hand, making a very present bulge in your underwear as he starts fucking against you again. he slides his dick between your folds with no restrictions now. he coats himself in your slick.

"this fucking pussy," gaz moans out. the cock between your thighs, rubbing against your pussy and dragging across your clit. "god, fuck. love me a good pussyjob."

you hang your head to see the way his cock nearly bursts through your underwear. it smears his precum all over the front of you and it leaves a clear mark of him. you're sure if you touched the damp smear, you'd be able to collect a little pool of his cum there. gaz starts speeding up his hips against you with a clear slapping sound of his hips against your ass.

he's close to cumming and the thought of that makes you throb. gaz feels this and lets out a whiny moan, one that rivals your own. his hips stutter and the frantic fucking he does against you has his tip slipping out through the side of your underwear. he didn't need to move them to the side after all. now it's like before as his cock was sliding against your cunt but now he's directly against it. the length of it stays trapped there thanks to your underwear keeping him locked against you.

"you gonna give us that pretty sight?" ghost coaxes. soap still sits squirming in ghost's lap, trapped there with a single arm around his waist and bucking his hips to follow the movements of ghost's palm. you know that the way soap is moving has him grinding against ghost. he's raring to go. you know once he gets to you, he's not going to be able to stop. the only thing keeping soap at bay is the harsh command of his superiors. doesn't stop him from whimpering like a spoiled puppy.

"come on, lovely. lets see you cum." price, ever so patient, does not touch himself. "know you can do it without a dick inside you."

"you'll get a reward if you do," ghost promises.

that spurs you on and gaz picks up the pace. there's a wet slide against your pussy and you know you're done for by the heated stares from the other three men before you. even as price doesn't do anything but watch you, it does nothing to hide the straining his dick does every time you moan out. soap watches your tits bounce from the rough thrusting gaz does to you. you're sure that ghost looks just about ready to finish the job for gaz in just a bit.

and on that note, you find your legs quivering from the rough grinding of his cock against your folds. with a drawn out moan, you're cumming with your cunt throbbing over gaz's shaft. he feels every time your walls spasm and groans out. he reaches around to quickly pull your underwear back over his tip as he releases messily into it to save everyone from cleaning up his mess.

"mm, love the feel of this pussy," gaz pants as he takes both hands to soothingly rub up and down your sides. ghost makes soap get up so he can saunter over to you. "love being inside it even more. but i'll have to wait another time it seems."

"at ease, sergeant," ghost towers over the both of you. you gulp as gaz leaves you with the taller man, making sure to press a gentle kiss into your temple before he does. gaz's warmth is gone from your back but you still feel hot. ghost chuckles when he sees you quivering and presses slow fingers against your mound. "gaz did a number on you, eh?"

"yes, sir." he hums and helps you slip out of your stick underwear. with lithe fingers, he spreads you open so he can collect your slick and start smearing it around. you groan as he starts playing with you again. what you'd give to have him inside you. but you're too impatient for his fingers. "please, need your cock."

"do you now?" ghost grabs one of your thighs to wrap it around his hip. "greedy cunt, this is. needs two cocks on it to feel satisfied."

you bite your lip and look at ghost pleadingly. "please. can't do another one standing. not sure i can take it."

eyes glimmering with amusement, ghost chuckles and kisses your forehead. "yeah?"

"yeah."

"m'kay," he nods. he pats your bum and prepares you. "up. i've got you."

you grab his shoulders to assist in bringing you higher as you jump up and wrap your legs around ghost's waist with his assistance. you're grateful for him listening to your request. honestly, you were sure that you'd collapse having to take his fat dick in you. by contrast, ghost's dick is shorter than gaz's. but it's a hell of a lot thicker. he stretches you out while gaz normally reaches as far as he can inside. best of both worlds.

"make sure not to block that sweet pussy this time," price reminds the two of you. ghost spreads his legs to properly brace you and hold you up.

"will do," he affirms, mainly to you. he grins at you in a way that has you a tad nervous for what's to come next. make a movie, they said. and you've yet to reach the climax (not including yours).

ghost slips his dick from his trousers and you're not surprised to find it already hard and at attention. you can feel it as he uses one hand to slap it against your ass. it makes sticky sounds every time it hits you from where your juices have dripped downwards. not to worry. ghost makes sure to keep it all in one spot as he gathers the most of it on his tip and easily slides inside. you moan out in relief, finally having something to fill you out.

"that's it," gaz grins at you from the side. "feel good? better now after all that teasing?"

"nothing's better than you, gaz," you say with a loving pout. he blows you a kiss and ghost grunts while adjusting you.

"we'll see," gaz teases. he can see the way ghost is trying to hold back for a little longer. although he's the one buried deep inside you right now and making your head spin, he's never been one to try to demand your attention from others.

you press a chaste kiss against ghost's lips and he gives you a soft smile. "ready?"

"mmhmm," you hum and are cut off when he starts slamming your hips up and down his shaft. he's brutal with it. yeah, you're definitely glad that you're not standing. every time your hips are brought down to his, your legs kick out from the force you're coming down. his cock is so fat. feels so good. you're pretty sure you're saying those words out loud since ghost laughs at you and keeps it up.

"like tha'? like my cock fucking into you like this? got nowhere to go, this sweet pussy. nowhere to go but on my dick," ghost growls out. all that soft gazing from just a moment before is replaced by this hungry animal of a man. you let loose a long groan and feel your next orgasm coming up a lot sooner than the other.

ghost grips your ass tightly and manhandles you. he's made quite a show before to prove how much weight he can handle with those hip thrusts. made sure to train for a moment like this so he can ensure you're fucked into oblivion at this position.

"fuckin'..." you huff out and lean back. your arms are wrapped around his neck to keep you from falling over and ghost bares his teeth at you in an attempt at a grin. "feel so full. stretching me out."

"taking him so well," price coos at you. he's wearing a proud smirk on his face as he watches your face contort in pleasure as your clit grinds against ghost's pelvis. that rough patch of hair feels so good against you as he makes sure to grind into you to keep up the stimulation on your clit.

"when's it going to be my turn, lt?" soap complains. he's behaving well, leaving his cock untouched even though he wasn't asked.

"patience, sunshine." price heads towards you while motioning for soap to get up. "someone's got to take care of the camera."

soap scoffs but gets up anyways. "why can't gaz do it?" soap makes sure to zoom in on your face while you're completely taken over by bliss. ghost's cock starts twitching inside you and now it's his legs that might give soon. pussy too good that he needs to set you down. you're sat on the couch with ghost still plugged inside of you. he starts a slow pace while price comes up next to you.

"someone's got to keep you in line," gaz quips with an easy smile.

"give me a hand, sweetheart?" price has unbuckled his belt and slipped that pretty dick out. it bobs heavily from the weight of it and the tip flares out temptingly for you to cup in your palm. almost as if he's too impatient for you, price takes your hand and places it on his dick. he guides you up and down. has you really feeling his warm cock in your hands.

"come on," ghost grits out while trading between fucking you in quick, short bursts and then that harsh grinding against you. "want to feel this pussy cumming down on me."

"don't you want that?" price tempts you. "once you cum 'round him, he'll fill you up nice and pretty. flood that pussy like it deserves."

"then you'll finally be able to give that one a chance," ghost cocks his head towards soap.

"been waiting patiently for you, bonnie," soap warns you. it's a statement charged with a lot of sexual tension. the others tried to give you a buffer between you and him. knew that if he got to you first there'd been no chance for them to even have a thought of fucking you. he's a hog, what can i say. all he wants is to be buried in that pussy. but with the added desperation of having to wait so long for you... he'll probably blow his load the moment he sinks balls deep into you.

"give us a second, johnny," ghost chuckles. he watches the way your pussy splits wide open for him as he keeps plunging in and out.

you're focused on the feeling of ghost's dick plowing into your cunt while price does the work jerking himself off with your hand. you have half a mind to clench your fist on occasion so price's dick has the nice squeeze. but still feeling left out, price slips out of his pants so he can throw a leg over your head.

"what?" you blearily get out once you realize that price now has his dick in front of you. ghost's rough thrusting doesn't slow down as he watches the older man tap his dick against the seam of your lips.

"seem a little preoccupied," price says. "what... to drunk on his cock to think properly? or did you just want a dick in you that badly that you can't focus on anything else?"

"m'sorry," you mumble out and look up at him while he cups your face gently.

"you want a dick so bad why don't you take two?"

you open your mouth obediently for him to slide in against your tongue. price groans out and runs a hand across your scalp while he starts to slowly move his hips back and forth.

"but don't forget about me," ghost says with a little smack against your clit. you whine against price's dick and the two men groan. you hear another one echo in the background. it's not hard to figure out that gaz has started jerking off to the sight, turned on once more by this erotic display of ghost fucking your pussy and price now fucking your mouth.

soap still remains untouched with a gaze unwavering.

you grip at price's ass and dig your nails into him while he increases the pace. he's heavy on your tongue and the taste of him dragging across your cheeks is heavenly. it's too hard to focus between him and the way ghost suddenly starts thumbing at your clit. cock unmoving inside your pussy save for the light grinding he does, he's determined to make you cum around him without much movement. saving it for soap it seemed. how considerate.

but price has no intentions of leaving you a voice left. two large hands cup both sides of your face and hips start bucking into you quickly. those heavy balls of his slapping against your chin with how violently he swings his hips. god, and the smell of him? you think this should be disgusting. getting off on your captain's scent of his cock while he's growling and grunting and groaning all because you decided to graze your teeth against his cock.

"fuck, sweetheart. got some bite to you," price groans out. you peer up at him and moan out as ghost circles his hips nicely against you. once again, it's that look that'll do him in. can never get enough of those eyes peering up at him in submission as you take his cock in your mouth. "gonna take it, right? gonna be good and swallow what i give you?"

"mhmm," you whine out. the vibrations against price's shaft make him groan out and he gives you a couple more thrusts against those swollen lips before pulling out to spurt his seed all over your tongue.

while you're eagerly awaiting him to drain his balls into your mouth, ghost starts pinching and rolling at your clit with more fervor. he's not too far behind either given that he's been holding off his orgasm for a while. always lets the captain cum first.

"just like that," ghost hums as you clench around his dick, choke it with how tightly you squeeze it. the low register of his voice makes you think you're feeling the vibrations of his chest in your clit. to add onto that, he makes sure to spread your folds out more so your clit is more accessible. "cum for me. cum for the camera, come on."

you do as ordered and can't help the way your cunt starts egging on ghost's cock to cum as well. price gets off you and wipes the remnants of cum from your mouth while watching your hips jerk against ghost's dick as you're cumming around him. ghost just watches you fuck yourself through the orgasm, still unmoving inside you. he lets himself go with an easy orgasm while cupping his balls and dragging yours out by gently swiping your clit back and forth with two thick fingers. his orgasm isn't as violent as the others and he easily drips cum into you while slowly pulling out.

still saving that for the main event, after all. you can cum from some nice, hard fucking from soap. you can feel his strong bursts of seed into you properly. you can take it.

it's not a second later before ghost is pulling out of you that soap is immediately slotted between your hips. you think you're nearly given whiplash from how fast he cages you against the couch, one hand wrapped around your throat with a menacing glare.

"you ready to take me?" he checks in with you. he spares no mind to the other still in the room. his entire focus has been on you and only you this entire time.

"fuck me, johnny," you whimper out. he smiles, snarls at that. soap plunges forward to kiss you and lick all around your lips. it's messy and wet. you don't have much energy or pace to match the way his tongue intertwines with yours, pushes it out of the way so he can lick out anything left of price in your mouth. that way he can replace it all with his spit, with his taste. him, him, him. soap is on a mission to make up for the lost time. he's going to remind you exactly why they needed to keep him off you for some time.

"will do, bonnie. will do. promise."

he maneuvers you so that you're now laying down against the cushions, no longer sitting up. you're entirely trapped this way. with the back of the couch to one side and soap's burly biceps blocking any view of the outside as it's placed by your head. one of your legs is trapped against his side, pinned to the couch, while the other is wrapped around his waist with your heel digging into his back. soap crowds your space and gives you no breathing room. you wouldn't have it any other way.

the hand on your throat remains, with gentle squeezes every now and then to keep your attention. you gasp when he gives you a testing squeeze before sliding the hand down so he can line up his cock with your gaping hole. there's a mess of gaz and ghost's cum smeared all around you. but like his intention with replacing price's cum with the taste of him, soap plans to stuff you to the brim and make sure it's his load you feel inside of you. he's going to mark you up, paint those walls white.

"got a good angle?" soap growls out while barely turning over his shoulder. gaz hums after having set the camera to the angle by your pussy. gives it a clear, front row view of how hard soap is going to fuck you.

"just don't make too much of a mess," gaz jokes.

"no promises," soap huffs out. he turns back to look at you and grins. "good?"

you nod at him and wait with baited breath for him to sink in you. and once he does? oh. you're sure that you were stretched out so much by ghost's cock already. but nothing could compare to the veins on his dick. the texture of it is delicious. you can still feel every inch of him regardless.

"fuck, johnny," you keen as he grinds his hips against you. can't form a coherent sentence after that. you're effectively fucked out from before, but soap has plans to fuck you dumb.

"yeah? keep talking. wanna see if you still can."

soap starts slamming his hips up and down against you in these rough thrusts. you groan out, babbling all sorts of nonsense to him in an attempt to heed his request. but there are no actual words coming out of those lips. just short sounds that escape you in little huffs every time he bounces his hips off yours. it's a fucking so hard, so brutal that it quite literally takes the air out of your lungs.

"mm, pussy always so nice f'me. don't matter if it's been fucked. we all know who it really responds to," soap gloats out. the others don't say a thing. they're too hypnotized by the way his cock plunges in and out of you with these sickenly loud squelches of your pussy. dick stirring in you like he's pushing out all the cum in there so he can make room for his own.

soap groans as you reach your hands around to claw at his back. it's the only thing you can do to let him know you still have some ounce of sanity. it's the only part of you that you think you have control over. because lord knows you can't control the way your pussy is about to cum so hard on soap's dick in a little bit.

so sensitive from your orgasms earlier, you try to mumble a warning to soap. "joh-nny," you stutter out.

"yeah? m'here," he grits out while keeping pace. he can already tell what you're going to say. challenges you to say it anyways.

"m'gonna-" you take a moment to moan out. a couple moments, actually. you're being plowed into the couch with cum dripping all the way down your ass and probably staining the cushions. "- cum."

soap lets out a light laugh, as if mocking you. "i know. can feel you trying to rip my dick off. come on, give it to me. can't last much longer either. been waiting too long."

true to his word, soap is not far behind in cumming. he's been edging himself to the mere thought of being buried in that pussy. one would think that him having to wait so long would mean there's so much pent up energy. there was. there is. but soap is a really big feeler. and his cock was so angry, so red, so sensitive. he really was about to blow his load the moment he sunk into that juicy cunt of yours. fuck, he really wanted to. the only way he could combat that was by fucking you immediately. didn't give him a chance to relish in the way you felt wrapped around his dick. but now it's caught up to him. he's going to cum in you. a lot.

"want it, johnny. want it, want it," you moan out for him. soap nods and continues bullying his cock in you.

"i got you. give us one more. one more, bonnie," soap's soft words contrast the mean fucking he's giving you. and sure enough the camera catches how your hips bounce harshly against the seat, how you start twitching from how hard you're cumming. you have nowhere to run as soap just fucks you through it at the same pace. you can only take it.

suddenly, soap drives his hips deep into you as he lets out a long groan. he plants himself as far as he can into your pussy and grinds against you to milk whatever's left in his dick. your pussylips get squished flat against his pelvis and his balls twitch against you with every rope of cum he lets out. after a moment, soap slowly pulls out of you and watches it drain from you. you whine when he collects some of the cum there and pushes it back in with rough fingers. whine again when he declares himself done with a little tap against your pussy.

you sit slumped against the couch, one leg lazily thrown to the side as it rests on the floor and the other foot rests by your ass with a knee up. you're exhausted and the boys start moving around to clean up.

"wait," you breathe out. everyone pauses and immediately there are footsteps rushing towards you. you hold your hands out to stop those eager hands, ghost and gaz having rushed forward to comfort you as they thought you'd cried out from pain or discomfort.

gaz gently smooths your hair back and away from your forehead while ghost kisses at your wrist while holding your hand patiently. soap has already collected some water for you and offers it - well, demands that you take a sip before continuing.

"what do you need, sweetheart?" is price's voice that cuts through that comforting haze.

you point at the camera nearby and motion it in between your legs. "one more?"

gaz chuckles and bonks his forehead against yours. "you sure, babe? you can handle it?"

"just gonna be me," you grin and nuzzle your nose into his cheek. he hums and gives you a cheeky wink.

"want some solo action, superstar?"

"well spread open then, let's see it," ghost says with a tap on your inner thigh. price already has the camera put in place, lens aimed right at your pussy.

deciding to play it up for the tape, you start massaging at your puffy folds to coax some of the cum to drip out of you.

"god, that's sexy," soap moans out. his dick is hardening once more. you're not surprised. but he allows himself the luxury of being able to jerk himself off this time.

"mm, right? fuckin' perfect," ghost mumurs.

the others have given you space so it's just you and that pretty pussy on camera. you take both hands to spread your folds out nicely so the cum has an easier time to leak out of you. you whine when you unintentionally clench. seems like your pussy has other plans. you'll need to do something about that.

price lets out a low moan when you take two fingers and start fingering yourself, pushing out all of the creamy juices from your cunt. you make sure to spread it around and rub it all over your pussy, giving special attention to your clit. you moan out at the slippery feeling of your fingers dragging back and forth on your little nub.

you're so tired, pussy so spent. but the heated gazes of all four men watching you... watching your sore cunt? it makes it all worth it. soap is jerking himself off to your side, and gaz starts doing it too. looks like he never got himself off when you were getting fucked by price and ghost.

you pout when you look at the two in question. ghost grins at you, shows you his cock too and starts pumping it in tune with your fingers. and all it takes is one sad whimper from you for price to do the same. well, if this isn't a sight.

you've got four men jerking themselves off to the sight of you playing with your pussy. the pussy that they're sprayed in their cum. well, just three of them. and price is ready to remedy this as he aims his cock towards your puffy folds. he's quick to cum again and sprays your cunt and your fingers with that milky cream of his. you rub it into your pussy with a cheeky grin and he rolls his eyes playfully. he'd never been one to last too long in between rounds. and it was evident that he didn't get a proper rest period from the way his dick twitches at the sight of your slicked up pussy.

"one more, sweetheart. one more, you got it. show us what you got."

gaz, having built himself up earlier, is the next one to cum all over your stomach and thighs once more. he groans and rubs at his torso while watching you start pumping your fingers in your pussy. you start riding your own fingers and rotating your hips so that you start grinding against your palm so you can give your clit attention at the same time.

"play with those tits, baby. give the other two a show."

you take gaz's words in mind and bring your free hand up to pinch at your nipples. they're been neglected the whole time, so this feels amazing. you knead at your tit and and moan out loudly while making eye contact with soap. having been the last to cum (and always loving to play with your tits), soap is quick to cover your tits in his cum. another marker of him on your body. he huffs and stuff himself back into his boxers with ease while giving you a cheeky smile.

"saved best for last, eh?"

ghost bites his lip and lets out a quiet groan, still fisting his cock leisurely. he's still thinking of you and the others to the very end. god, you wanted to see him cum again. wanted to see him cum hard. you speed up your movements so that he can as well. ghost starts pumping his cock a lot faster now that you're speeding up. the two of you keep watch over each other's throbbing cores. his tip leaks a drop of cum that looks absolutely divine. you're sad you can't lick it up, but the way that ghost stares at the droplet of cum leaking down your ass tells you he also wants to do the same to you.

"you know what to do," ghost says. you aren't sure if that's directed at you or your pussy. either way, you understand.

with one last pinch of your nipple and another at your clit, you're cumming once more. it's in time with ghost's as the two of you cum at the same time. but you cum with the same intensity as him.

all of the men groan out when you start spraying your juices out and onto the couch. you let out a high pitched whine as your palm keeps slapping against your clit to coax out the last of it from you. ghost manages to be the last one to cum all over your pussy, but from how desperately he jerks himself there's a couple of drops that land on his stomach.

you whimper from the overstimulation and gaz eases a hand over your's to calm you down, massages at your thighs to soothe the burn between them. it takes another moment for everyone to catch their breaths before everything is in motion again.

"you say that pussy responds to you the best, but s'only me who can make it squirt like that," ghost puffs his chest in soap's face. the latter rolls his eyes.

"just warmed 'er up for you, lt. call me the pussy whisperer," soap pats his chest with pride and shrugs.

"enough, both of you. go get cleaned up and go get something to fix the couch!" price barks out at them while shaking his head and pinching his brows.

gaz chuckles and picks you up, ready to take you to the showers and then later to a comfier bed. "men," he shakes his head. you scoff out a laugh as well and smile.

"but my men."

do not edit or reupload my works elsewhere (reblogs welcome!)

2K notes · View notes

minminnies-things · 1 year ago

Text

prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 1; ghoap x reader)

Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately.

Ghost listens because the periods between missions are long and colourless—he fills the time with paperwork, PT, exhausting his muscles in the gym, and dissociating in a booth at the only good pub on base when Johnny drags him along—and it’s better to tune out the thoughts in his head and replace them with something else. Besides, for as much as he gripes about poorly trained dogs barking too much, he enjoys the sound of Johnny’s voice. It quiets the faint ringing that follows him wherever he goes, an agitated humming that leaves him, on his best days, on the brink of rage.

“Tinnitus,” a doctor says when he brings it up during a routine check-up. Can you shut that fucking noise up?

“Best we can do is get you hearing aids.” Apologetic, sincere even. Stained, as always though, by a trembling, noxious unease. It emanates off the doctor in waves.

Hard not to feel uneasy around a man in a mask, Ghost assumes. That’s all part of it though. He doesn’t cultivate comfort, doesn’t attempt to engender soft feelings or put the mind at ease. His body and persona are designed to put the body and mind on the knife’s edge of fear, and then tip it over. He leaves the sweet talking and charming to men like Johnny, who babbles red language in a tongue like larkspur.

Ghost’s first language is oil slick. It stains and it covers and it darkens everything it touches.

And now, Johnny’s talking about a bird.

A couple months after Las Almas, the first picture comes out. Not a folded up keepsake tucked away in the pocket of a bag or a wallet or the inside of his jacket, but right on Johnny’s lockscreen on his phone. He disapproves at first glance. Not of the girl, but at the thought of keeping something so valuable on display for anyone to see. It’s not how he functions. Everything sacred is burned, destroyed, or—if precious enough—buried so deep underground that salt miners might greet it on the way down.

“Pretty, eh?” Johnny goads, nudging Ghost with his shoulder. He’s all wide grin, eyes electric-blue like the flames of Kawah Ijen.

She is pretty. Pretty as pie. Not a speck of grit or blood on her; if there’s any edge to her at all, it’s tempered by her smile in the photo on Johnny’s phone. A sugar sweet cunt, by the looks of it, sure it’d taste like candy if he got his mouth on it. He angles his eyes with Johnny’s lips and wonders how many times he’s eaten her out, if hers was the last cunt he ate. Likely. His boy’s the loyal kind, hard to shake off once he’s got his teeth in. Swapping spit or blood, he doesn’t leave once he’s got a taste.

“Where’d you find her?” he asks instead of agreeing, and takes a swig from the bottle in front of him. The bar’s hardly filled out yet; the two of them come early because Ghost’s an old man—that’s what Johnny would say—and doesn’t like to be around people once the sun’s set. It’s a burnished gold now, sun hovering low in the sky when Ghost turns an eye to it.

“Florist. Met her when I picked up flowers for mam’s birthday.”

Nearly a month then. “And I’m just hearin’ about this now?”

Not in this same pub three times a week since then. Not on the tarmac, suited up and sweating already beneath two layers of gear. Not in the shower beside Ghost’s, fingers reaching over the side for a bar of soap because Johnny can’t be arsed to get his own. Not with his head slumped to let Ghost shave the sides of his head nice and neat, thick fingers splayed over the delicate bone of his skull that Ghost knows would take nothing to break.

It rankles him until he looks back down at the phone in his hands—the one he’d plucked from Johnny’s fingers even while he whined about Ghost always stealing his shit—and feels his heartbeat slow. It levels out like staring into the scope of a rifle, the molecules of his breath melding with the molecules of the air until even the sound of his heartbeat dulls to the insects around him.

Johnny purses his lips. “…Wasn’t sure then. Am now.”

“Cunt’s a cunt. What’s there to be sure about?”

“No.” Johnny shakes his head vehemently. “She’s no’ like that. She’s special—I’m telling ye, Lt—” he stresses when Ghost snorts, the sound thick with scepticism, “—she’s a good egg. Smart one. Sweet as pie.”

Sweet as pie. Mutt half-shares his thoughts these days. They must have brought more home than just shellshock and keloids.

Johnny squawks when Ghost unlocks his phone and thumbs through his photos, trying to wrench it out of Ghost’s hand to no avail. He’s easy to hold back. All he has to do is put down his beer for a second and get a handful of hair and jerk, and there it is. Peace and quiet. A wince bleeding into his peripheral vision while Johnny mumbles something under his breath about him being a mean bastard.

He snorts again. Even from Johnny, he’s heard worse.

There isn’t much left of him these days. A tired husk and a taste for Guinness. He bleeds and shaves and wipes it off, smells the viscera still staining his mask that he hardly ever washes, can’t bear to honestly. Waste of fucking time, as far as he’s concerned. Just going to get dirtied again, soaked in blood again within the week. Shaves his head too just to have less to deal with, less to distract him from the single-minded intensity he brings to the job. He’d dematerialize if he could, become a ghost in name and shape, if only the laws of physics allowed.

Instead he’s saddled with a body that echoes back his age in creaking joints and low back pain. Scar tissue that aches when it gets cold.

In the months he’s known Johnny, he’s never let himself think about the world outside their bubble. His rank demands a certain level of socialising, and while he doesn’t schmooze with the brass like other lieutenants might, Ghost hardly has the privilege of isolating himself all the time, but still he can count the people he considers close on one hand.

Not family, but close. The thought of family is sheathed within him; he knows to leave the knife in lest he bleed. Still, Johnny’s fought his way onto the list and now he has to pay with his pound of flesh.

There’s a switch that’s been off for years, closer to a couple decades, and it flips back on when he finds this man that trusts him without question, that follows his orders and looks up at him with these big, puppy blue eyes. It twists something in his chest. It turns him into a thing that says maybe it’s better to take than just covet.

There are other photos of the girl in Johnny’s phone, some likely not meant for present company (Johnny flushes red when Ghost flips to a picture of his bird in a pretty little number, lace cupping her tits and ass, sitting on Johnny’s bed back home and looking back at him over her shoulder with a little grin). Still, it interests him to see this side of his boy; he’s maybe thought of it before in abstract terms. He knows that Johnny’s no stranger to a wandering eye, not with the way he’s built and his pretty boy face. He’s well acquainted with Johnny’s dick, hard not to be in such close quarters; it’s a nice, pretty thing, just like him, a good handful. Nothing like the ruddy battering ram in between Ghost’s legs. The one Johnny once got a glimpse of in the showers after a two week long stint in Kyrgyzstan and paled, mouth gaping open while he stared until he could finally laugh it off.

Ghost remembers thinking detachedly about how lovely that little gaped open mouth would feel around his cock.

Surprising that it took this long for him to cotton on to his own desires.

“Bring ‘er around then. I’ll see for myself how sweet she is.”

Johnny scowls at the sudden uproar from a nearby table. “No’ a chance in hell. Dinnae trust any of these fuckers to behave around her.”

Ghost hums. He’s not wrong to be wary; under the table, Ghost runs a hand over his bulge and gives it a squeeze, lifting his thigh to readjust. She has a lovely mouth too.

He’s been breathing fire and brimstone recently. Hungering to hear something break. It takes Johnny’s hand on his arm to hold him back, every cigarette puffed down to the filter. The pictures on Johnny’s phone make it seem easy though.

Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately, preening at every opportunity to show her off. He doesn’t know that it takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost’s brain to file the girl in Johnny’s phone under mine, slotting her right under Johnny in that category and isn’t that just perfect because it also takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost to imagine what she might look like under Johnny.

He hands Johnny back the phone, face down. “You get one week. Then I wanna meet your bird.”

5K notes · View notes