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Oooh could I please request Price doing a dad sneeze? You know the really loud, aggressive ones. Some friends were talking about their dads today XD thanks!

was giggling the entire time drawing this.

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Ghost having a cigarette after clearing another zombie infested building with his unit only to spot a terrified little thing hiding in a supply closet. Coaxes her out like a scared little kitten and takes her back to base with him because he’s not used to having sweet teary things around, but he knows that, for some reason, he likes it.

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Ghost*drunk*: you belong in a museum. Ghost: You look like a painting from the rain a sauce. Ghost: rainesaunce Soap: ... Price: ... Ghost*slurring*: ressasaunce Y/n: the renaissance Ghost: :) Y/n: That's so sweet ! Price: I am not drunk enough for this...

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Reader accidentally being kind to a stranger and not knowing that Johnny is months into a deep spiralling depression because of his head injury and medical discharge…..honey, you’ve got a storm coming

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ohhhh free use with poly!marauders would be something like the boys making it hard for reader to do watch a movie because they keep using her holes and passing her around. imagine the boys sitting in one couch and the reader is seated in remus' dick, waiting for him to cum until she is passed to the other boys 😵‍💫

Changed this a tiny bit to fit a bit better but here :) (btw its roommates!marauders)

Cw for free use/advanced consent

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You’re alone in your room, curled up in the corner of your bed, blanket covering your thighs as you finally start watching you’re favourite movie. It’s the middle of the day, so you’re the only one at home while the boys are out at work. See, you and your roommates had come to an agreement; they would go out to work and pay the rent and bills and buy groceries (and occasionally gifts for you), allowing you to spend your days as you please. In return, they ask for only one thing: your advanced consent.

Now, let’s not get silly here, you can always tell the boys no at any time, and they constantly remind you of that fact. All the agreement means is that they don’t have to ask you, and sometimes they pull you away from what you’re doing when they really need you. There are also a few rules in place. For example, you shouldn’t wear panties around the house (that is, excluding extenuating circumstances), and you shouldn’t touch yourself before asking for their help first.

Just as the plot starts to get good, your bedroom door creeks open. You jump, not expecting anyone to be home for at least and hour and a half, but relax when you see it’s only Remus. Once he determines you’re not in the middle of something vital, he pushes the rest of the way into your room. He doesn’t say a word to you just yet, just pulls his tshirt over his head and works on unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock from his boxers and tugging on it.

“Rem! You’re home early,” you grin up at him, not bothering to ask him why, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s home. He makes a noncommital ‘hmph’ sound as he clambers up next to you, grasping at your him and turning you onto your stomach, letting your shirt rise up and expose your pussy to the room, still puffy from James using it this morning.

“Shush,” he grunts, but he doesn’t really mean it. He just wants to get inside you as quickly as he can, “boys’ll be home soon, wanna have you first,”

You go to respond, but Remus interrupts your train of thought by letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips onto the folds of your pussy and follows it with scraping his fingers through the stickiness. He wastes no time at all before slipping his cock into you, not going slow like he usually does to let you get used to his size.

You whine loudly at the burn his cock leaves you with, and while he doesn’t slow down he does set a soothing hand on the small of your back and bends over yiu to press a kiss to the bcak of your neck as he starts up his fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the stretch, and you let your mouth drop open in a long, continuous moan.

You lose yourself in the sensations, almost forgetting about the movie still playing in the background as your roommate manhandles you all over your bed, using his full strength to let out his frustration on you. Remus hears the soft click of the front door opening, but you don’t, so you let out a confused whine when he pulls out of you.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, seating himself at the head of your bed and pulling you over his thighs, slipping himself back into you, “boys’re home, gotta make sure they don’t take my girl, huh?”

You don’t respond. You can’t, what with Remus slipping his fingers against your poor, aching clit. The door to your room is already wide open, so James and Sirius can see the two of you as soon as they get to the upstairs landing. James clears his throat and you whip your head around to see your two other roommates standing side by side, watching you take Remus’ cock. You make eye contact with Sirius, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Told you he’d get home first,” he jabs his elbow into James’ rib before taking his hand and sitting on the end of your bed with the other boy in tow.

“Your fault really, Pads,” he points out, then smiles up at you, shrugging his shoulders, “the boys were arguing this morning about who got to have you first when we got home,”

“I was gonna share with Jamesie here, but Moony’s a stinkin cheater,” the boy in question doesn’t pay them any attention, just renews his grip on your hips and brings them down to meet his own thrusts.

“Rem!” You protest, turning back towards him and putting your palms on his chest to keep your balance. You can feel him throbbing inside you, a telltale sign that he’s close, and thank goodness for that because you’re getting there too, and on days where they pass you back and forth like this, it’s best if you cum as little as possible in the beginning.

“Who’s it gonna be next, love?” James is always more careful with you, his voice always questioning, never demanding. This by no means indicates that he isn’t just as desperate as you. In fact, on days where it’s all three boys, theres never a time where he isn’t practically forcing his cock into you.

There’s no opportunity for you to even try to answer his question, because Remus is anchoring you to him and spurting his cum deep inside you.

Sirius goes to tug you from Remus’ lap, but he locks his arms around your back and prevents you from moving even an inch further away from him. Sirius and James let out grumbles of displeasure.

“Rem, honey, share,” you remind him. When he eventually lets you go, James gets to you first, “can I face this way? I wanna watch my movie,”

All three boys chuckle amoungst themselves, and silently vow to make it as difficult as possible for you to watch your movie.

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that post about devotion that corrupts has altered my brain chemistry because it goes both ways for you and kyle. him being devoted to you and vice versa, to the point that you would do anything for each other. and i mean anything.

and i’m definitely thinking about you asking kyle, “would you kill for me?” while he’s balls deep in your shit and you’re thinking about your rude ass boss having a knife stuck in his gut.

and kyle just says, “give me a name,” before he finishes fucking you within an inch of your life.

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I found this game on a whim few days before Christmas and basically spent the entire week playing through it, and then again, and then some of the dlcs lord help me. BUT IT'S SO GOOD HOLY CRAP. Anyways I doodle some experiences.

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From the ding dong ditch scene "You got up but, seeing Cove struggling to extract himself and stand up with just the one fully functional arm, gave him a hand getting to his feet.

It wasn't your intention to run still holding on to each other, but neither of you remembered to let go."

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KIDS.. YOU'RE KILLIN ME HERE WHAT THE HHHFHDK

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soap and ghost have to flip a coin (or rock paper scissors) when it comes to who gets to fuck you first and whoever wins actually mourns the win because soap loves the feel of you wet and sticky when full of simon's spend and simon prefers going after johnny because that way you're usually three orgasms in and pliant (he doesn't have to be so careful when first sinking in) and can go as fast as he wants and as hard as he likes without the risk of hurting you.

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This small moment was one of my favorites (actually I love everything lol) and I think about it a lot. So I kinda like drew it! Ngl I was drawing this in the middle of playing Step 4 so it might not be one to one memory, but I def tried. Something about Cove getting you something already at a young age really tugs at my heartstrings and that you keep it for a long time.

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Buy me an anklet with your initial on it. I promise it’ll look great resting on your shoulder.

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Order of Moments

I’ve seen a lot of people ask @gb-patch if there is a canon order to the moments, and while you are free to choose any order, I thought it’d be fun to broadcast the order I do almost every time (and explain why). Remember this is purely subjective (feel free to play how you want!!)

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One thing that makes me go feral is when in the middle of fucking, one person gets overstimulated and tries to crawl and squirm away from the overstimulation, and the other person drags them back by the hips like "Where do you think you're going?" 😩 which of the guys do you think is most likely to do this?

(Can you tell I'm ovulating... 🫣)

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cw: daddy kink adjacent stuff for Nik, as per usual. Just a hint of aggression, and marking dubcon just in case

Gaz is literally so sweet about it. Like you’re a little kitten about to walk off the edge of a table and he’s just redirecting you. “No, no, love— this way,” he coos as he puts his hand beneath your hips to cup you and pull you back.

Soap is about to lose his mind, it’s so hot to him— “Ah’m just givin’ it tae ye so good, huh, bonnie? Cannae take it anymore? Too bad,” he tuts, his fingers sunken into your soft flesh as he pins your kicking legs and tugs hard.

Ghost reacts with some real aggression. He’s not mad at you— he’s mad at the idea. The concept of you being separated from him. He’s bruising and yanking your body, manhandling you under his weight. “Don’t fuckin’ run from me, birdie— don’ wanna know what’ll happen if’m pulled outta this cunt—“

Price can’t help but smile. Such a sensitive little thing. “If you’re already in this state— doesn’t bode well for the rest of your night, darl’— cause I ain’t near finished with you.” He’s prepared to wait upon you like you’re his ailing, bedridden queen suffering from the consumption tomorrow, cause you’ll have about as much energy left when he’s done.

König is holding you too tight to let you even begin to squirm away— he can just feel the tense and strain of your muscles against his hands. It makes him kiss you as deep as he can manage— he just thinks it’s so cute, like you’re a little moth with wings beating against his cupped palms.

Nikolai laughs. He laughs at you. You’re just so silly— thinking papochka will show you mercy. He’s not a merciful man, malýshka. He’d best remind you of that— not that you’ll ever really learn. He wouldn’t want you to, really. He likes playing this little game with you. It’s like ballroom dancing to him— very romantic and sweet.

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"You should let me carve my name into your skin."

The sudden question had your eyes widening as you stared at your boyfriend, dumbfounded by his more violent urges.

"Mattheo, what the fuck?" You screeched, playfully slapping him upside the head, to which he groaned and scrambled away from you all the way to the other side of the bed.

"It was just a question, baby, jeez." He scowled, crossing his arms and pouting at you from across the bed. "It doesn't even have to be somewhere visible!"

"The fact that you want to carve your name into my skin tells me that you are indeed in need of a lot of therapy, my love."

Now that had him lunging at you, and you gawked, trying to get away before he could tackle you. "Get away from me, you heathen," you hissed, kicking at him when he managed to snatch your waist with his hands, pulling you towards him.

"Yeah well, this heathen stole your virginity," he tickled your sides, reveling in his sweet revenge. You groaned, kicking and swatting at him like a cat, to try and escape.

"Says the one who used to sneak in and jerk off with my panties!"

Mattheo froze looking down at you in mild horror. "y- you know about that?" He groaned face flushing from absolute embarrassment. He threw himself back into the bed, his back resting against the soft duvet, as he stared up at the ceiling. "Kill me now."

You rolled your eyes and snorted. "Don't worry I thought it was hot in a weird fucked up type of way."

"I think we both need therapy, princess."

"No shit Sherlock."

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So... Romanced D being the biggest MC simp is confirmed huh

D: “okay, i may be reckless but i’m not that reckless! i don’t want to die like th—”

MC: “i think we can at least try it ou—”

D: “yeah, totally, i 100% agree 😍”