Johnny clinging onto Ghost while being drunk
Gaz: You good, Ghost?
Ghost ignoring it: Yeah, just let him be. He gets touch starved whenever he's drunk.
Johnny with a slurred voice: Who is my biggest boy?
Ghost dryly: I am.
Gaz, blinking slowly: I might throw up.
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I need to see more of the darlings being verbally and unabashedly down bad. Like their just doing something totally mundane and the darling blurts out "I want you do fuck me until the sheets are unsalvageable." And he turns to look at them like "Oh word?" N e way the ovulation brainrot is so real
....how about some cowboy Soap and Moon, I'm in a mood for them.
"Wish you'd just flip my skirt up and fuck me sometimes," you grumble, frowning at the coffee selection in you cabinet. There's a clatter of commotion behind you as Soap scrambles out of his chair. You glance over your shoulder at him, puzzled at what all the noise is about and catch Soap kicking his chair away. He looks at you with wild eyes and you only have enough time to shut the cabinet and turn toward him before Soap is lifting you onto the counter and crashing his mouth into yours.
He's desperate and dirty, licking into your mouth as his hands push up your skirt. "Course you do, dirty little nun," Soap's quick to get his fingers into your panties, rubbing over your slit with a firm hand, "just a cock hungry whore under that habit, arent ya?" You arch your hips desperately into the friction, grip his biceps tight and try to keep your breathing normal as you whine. You squirm and he smacks your clothed pussy. "Words hen, good nuns use their words."
"Not a whore," You argue. Soap chuckles, tips his head to mouth at your neck, sucking just hard enough you worry it'll bruise. The pressure against your sensitive skin makes you sigh, makes Soap grab one of your hands to press against the front of his jeans. You squeeze the hard outline of his cock and he lets out a breath.
"Ya beg like one," his fingers press into your cunt, warm and wet friction that makes you bite your lip, "yer wet like one," the slide of his thick fingers, the rub of his thumb against your clit, you can't help stroking his clothed cock, your own fingers itching to open his fly, "and ya suck cock like one, so if ya ask me ta fuck ya like one, ah will."
"Johnny," You breathe, canting your hips with the in-out of his fingers, you clench around them when they curl to hit that soft spot near your entrance. Soap doesn't respond except to hum, prompt you to continue whatever thought is falling through your hands like water. "If you don't fuck me-" You think the threat loses some of its power with the way you whine, but Soap hardly seems to notice, his spare hand quick to unbuckle his belt and open his fly.
"Fuckin' love it when you threaten me hen," He mumbles, pulling his cock free, "like I don't have you all figured out."
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