#i would have made this longer

[hawthornesbiggestfan]

just finished the naturals and—i say this with all due respect—WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?? (positively!!)

im so upset i didnt read this SOONER because omg its so good!!! its so fast paced and such an easy read. i was so interested with everything and i literally couldn't put the book down (except i did bcs my head started hurting, but thats a sign that it was a hella good book bcs i felt the same with tig)

first of all—our mc cassie is so wowwwww. like whenever she was profiling someone it felt like i was the one doing it. shes literally a great ass mc and not to mention strong af for being able to handle all her shit even when her mom was literally missing, presumed dead?? i personally would give up in life.

and the naturals too?? my favourite is and will forever be lia, FIGHT ME. i love them sm like theyre just little kids yet they made these cases their bitch,, i did really wish there was more of their dynamic when all five od them were tgt, but honestly theres like 4 more books to go SOOO.

and the ending? WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED?? it last few chapters had my head SPINNING oh my lord i swearrrr i have never read a plot twist as good as this. i really wasnt expecting HER (yk who) to be the murderer of all these girls. jlb really decided to make us fall in love with her then hate her in the end.

im so glad i decided to pick this book up and thank u to those who encouraged me to.

i WILL be reading killer instinct immediately tyvm.

[shepscapades]

Not quite

[k1tty5]

slab guy

[ping-ski]

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[vela-pulsars]

a little experiment

[housewifebuck]

yeah cause you already have one

[fear-no-mort]

favourite thing: his new habit of saying uhuh/mhm and also this

[lightbulb-warning]

today i offer you prompts 11-20 for isat month!! ignore your calendar THANKYUUUU <3

[uncharted-constellations]

Four swords adventure gang

This link has one of the bigger depatures from both sprite and game art, but i'll explain in the tags

Also no funny page but cooler pose so~

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

We could have had it all...

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[utilitycaster]

I think the two most obvious foils for Ludinus Da'leth across all of Critical Role are Essek and Keyleth, which is both fascinating given how different those two characters are from each other (Essek being a foil in terms of isolation, single-mindedness, harm in the name of ambition, knowledge, and other such wizard themes; Keyleth being a foil in terms of people who have lost something at a young age to the gods and bear resentment for it, political leadership, belief that the world belongs to mortalkind, and longevity) but also it's extremely funny that they both are the partners of Liam's character.

[hyakunana]

Pocky Valen when?

[orykorioart]

What if TAZ Balance, but isekai? (Or, voidfishing woopsie made Taako think he’s an isekai protagonist.)

[Image description:

Digital Illustration styled like a manga cover featuring Taako, Magnus, Merle, and the Red Robe. Most prominent is Taako, dressed in purple starry wizard hat and cloak atop his chef’s outfit, holding onto a chef’s hat with little chibi Merle and Magnus excitedly popping out. Taako is looking down at them confusedly.

In the background is the Red Robe, their figure faded into the dark background, but their hand is visible, holding up seven red strands trailing off into the background.

In the middle is the title, in ornate lettering, says “Transmigrated into a (disgraced) chef, destined to save the world?!” Beneath it says “Vol. 1”, stylized as a closed umbrella.

End description.]

[evelynpr]

Genshin Official Relationships and Status

Something to take note off in character relationships is what their "official and known" relationships are. So, I decided to try to make a chart of one with the playable cast and some extras.

This is a draft though. If you have criticisms and comments, absolutely please do leave them because I don't think my interpretations of these government systems are that accurate.

Anyways, here they are! The higher the placement, the higher the authority. Distance does not apply, and the legend is in each of the pictures.

Mondstadt: That's a lotta knights

They can be split between the Church and Knights, but the Church is still under the Grand Master as far as I know.

Power is surprisingly concentrated to 1/2 individuals only for a nation of freedom...Mond you gotta work on that...

Jean, Diluc, Kaeya, and Lisa are arranged the way they are in reference to the Klee summer event where they passed on who was looking after Mond.

Diluc still retains his high position because he has so many high credentials and connections (The Darknight Hero, Mond's richest man, high status in an intelligence network), despite being the Ex-Cavalry Captain.

Rosaria is an official recognized nun, but her vigilante works are by her own accord, hence the colors.

I am not sure whatsoever where Jean and Barbara's father, the Cardinal, should really be placed, or if he even still holds the position.

Poor Noelle does so much more Mond, but is lowest in status...please just make her a knight already T__T

Liyue: Zhongli and his powerful lesbians

I really am not sure if Ningguang is who Liyue's closest "leader", but that is how I felt during most of Liyues events

I'm assuming that the adepti now have a lesser status in Liyue because of the shift in power to the humans during the archon quest

How high Beidou's status is is, completely informal. She's right beside Ningguang because they do find each other to be equal competitors in their own way.

Those directly connected to Zhongli are those I assumed to have taken direct orders from him, hence why Beidou and Keqing are not included although they do respect him as their archon (Keqing in her own way)

I feel like I'm missing people here, compared to Mond, so uh, help me out here-

Inazuma: They just had a civil war...woops

I am reallyyy unsure how to label Sangonomiya island's status. Are they under the shogun? Are they their own separate territory?

Otherwise, Inazuma is pretty straightforward with its 3 factions and families

Sumeru: The whole government was just overthrown

Are there like, genuinely so sages right now, or replacement Grand Sage??? Nahida you need to do something asap-

Scara doesn't exactly have equal status to Alhaitham as Acting Grand Sage, but I felt it was more important to show that Scara is working directly under Nahida

Speaking of which, the title "shadow" is used because it's the same role that Ei served to Makoto, which I find poetic. If there is an official or better title tho, I'd love to hear it.

Hopefully, as time passes, there will be more representatives from the desert with high status. Poor Candace is carrying the desert's status on her back-

Should I have included the Corps of Thirty even if there are no playable characters...?

Fontaine: Fancy Schmancy Titles

I honestly reallyyyy wished that Neuv and Wrio were on equal standing, but in the eyes of Fontaine, that probably just isn't true.

Even so, absolute do not underestimate how important Wrio's role is in Fontaine's justice system, because without the Fortress functioning as it is, so much of Fontaine's justice would fall apart.

Despite Furina's death penalty and retirement, I still believe she deserves the title of archon with the highest status. No matter what happens, she is still Fontaine's idol and savior. (Besides, if she wanted/needed anything, Neuv would give it to her.)

How high Navia, Clorinde, and Chevy's statuses are in relation to each other in reality is...not explicit?

Really, Clorinde is just another employee under Fontaine's justice system, and isn't a head in anyway, while Chevy and Navia are actual leaders. But, Clorinde is the best Champion Duelist, so does that make them cancel out...?

Anyways that's all from me! It's pretty interesting to me just how much of the cast are part of their respective nation's government, which only makes sense given the kind of ruckus the traveler causes. Have a good day!

[nenoname]

stan twins the canon cptsd brothers i will always think about all your unaddressed issues that would make perfect plot fuel for your spinoff

and also the whole 'stan getting that poem by bill via a website which contrasts with bill getting one from the axolotl via a website' foreshadowing thing

like idk i would love something like su future but like more optimistic, aka not an accumulated breakdown that has to be mostly resolved off screen at the end :/// but something thats being kinda addressed throughout? (although would love to see one of them turn into a monster thats always fun lol)

stan having severe issues from his dad and those years of being homeless that we keep on getting more info on but never really getting confronted on (the drifter catalogue and tijuana incident...), him being completely alone for like twenty years when running the shack before soos comes along to the point that 1998 is noted as his low point, and him not really learning about bill+what he did to ford until ages after he killed him if he ever did get the full context

while i think amnesia and everyone seeing him as a hero actually helped with stan's 'i'm a worse version of my brother' thing its still a lingering issue too and we now got him being insecure over his own hands

ford being immediately thrown from 'being tortured by bill' to 'being stuck in the multiverse and being chased by bounty hunters constantly', him fully expecting himself to die when destroying bill, and him only now being safe for the first time in 30 years ....relatively safe, he's still in constant danger because of course he is

idk in the end the series wants them to be happy and they deserve it, its why i wasn't too worried about the book being like 'ooh bill is back!! and the book is haunting ford' thing cos i knew they'll be ok

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 31 - scars // monsterfucking - pt. 4

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

poly!141 (ft. warlock/magical!price, werewolf!soap, vampire!gaz, and ghoul/undead thing!ghost) x f!witch!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 4k 💀💀, monsterfucking mmmmf fivesome: MEANING that a lot of the sex is not very gentle and they all fight over reader's holes! NONE OF THIS IS SAFE OR SANE! READ THE WARNINGS AND STAY SAFE! implied murder, breast/nipple play (including biting and slapping), descriptions of scar-centric body horror (its only a paragraph if that bothers you), m and f oral, massive monster cocks, hand jobs, magical orgasm denial (im dead fucking serious) that is described as painful so ymmv, dacryphilia, manipulation, unprotected piv, assplay/ass eating, masturbation, cum swallowing, anal w/ no lube because magic/creature bullshit (i do what i want), double penetration, cowgirl, cumming inside, aftercare<3.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass, @jaguarthecat

The door cried as it slowly crept open, pushed by an unseen hand until Ghost revealed himself: a black mass that filled the doorway, shadows untouched by the scant light behind you. He took one step across the threshold into your bedroom, boots squeaking on the floor as he did. It was the death-like lurch of a man barely able to control his movements, like he had just risen from the grave.

He moved closer, one step at a time, until you could see his eyes, those large, doleful, eyes that always made your heart melt. Was this why? Was he reaching across the veil of death when he looked at you?

He stopped at the side of your bed, observing your splayed form: your bare feet, Soap and Gaz crouched to either side of you, and Price lovingly cradling you in his arms.

“Is it done?” the man behind you asked, his hand releasing your head. 

Ghost nodded, eyes obediently leaving the long line of your bare legs to give Price his full attention. 

“Thanks buddy,” Soap said with a smile, leaning over to punch Ghost in the arm. “Knew we could count on you.”

Gaz snorted. “Thought you were the expert on clean ups, Soap.”

Soap rolled his eyes, falling back on his haunches. “Don’t give me that shit, Garrick. You know I used to be, but we worked this out, remember?” He pointed at Gaz, himself, and Ghost in turn as he spoke. “You drink your fill, I get the kill, and then Ghost cleans shop. Teamwork, yeah?” he said turning to you with a shrug. 

Yeah, teamwork, you thought.

“Have a reward for you then,” Price said, putting a stop to the conversation with a flip of your skirt, revealing your leaking pussy to the three men.

Ghost fell to his knees at the sight. You weren’t sure if he was one of the chorus of voices in the collective moan, but his emotion was more than felt. His brown eyes were swimming as they looked at you, pupils blown so wide with want they threatened to eat away the brown of his irises. 

“Go ahead, Ghost,” Price sighed, pressing his cheek to yours, hand grabbing a palm of breast as he commanded the massive man bowed before him. He looked and acted like a king on his throne: a powerful man in his own right, with powerful men all around him at his disposal. “Show her. She knows now. Show her how you’re going to take care of her.” 

Ghost’s eyes broke away from your cunt, locking onto yours. It was almost uncomfortable, his stare. It was like he was under the same spell you had been before, but it didn’t feel quite the same. He slowly reached up, hooking two fingers over the gauze that crossed his lower face. Your mouth fell open as he pulled his hand down. 

There was no way. Your eyes . . . they had to be lying. He was . . . he looked . . . 

You had joked to yourself before that he wanted to look flayed (a thought that made you feel absolutely sick now) but the man before you was a jigsaw puzzle, skin patched together over swathes of his face, cruel stitches decorating long, jagged cuts. Around his mouth was the worst of all. He was almost lipless, instead, there was a collection of scars that radiated out around his face. The long scar you had noticed when he first arrived was the longest, a sick thing that pulled his mouth on that side into a permanent, snarling, smile. 

With his task to Price completed, Ghost sat up, long arms reaching out to grab you by your ankles. He pulled you towards him until your butt was at the edge of the bed, your head resting in the open spread of Price’s legs. You looked up at him, hands grabbing his knees, then down your body at the man between your legs. 

Ghost’s sharp tongue flicking out to wet his jagged lips as he flopped your feet over his back. His hands ran up the backs of your thighs, your sticky, slick, lips pulling open as he forced your legs back. His eyes flicked up to look at you once more, right as his nose nudged your clit. You closed your eyes at the feeling, face turning to whine into Price’s leg, jeans fragrant with spice and musk. 

Good god, you needed this so bad, you thought. How long had it been since anyone touched you like this? How long had you fantasized about each of them doing just this? And now . . . and now . . . 

You curled your fingers into Price’s jeans, scrambling for something to hold onto as Ghost dove in, tongue licking a wide, gentle stripe up your clit. You joined the collective moan this time, yours the highest pitched and keening as a flame was lit in your belly. Price rubbed your heated cheek as your hips followed the motions of Ghost’s tongue. He was so firm, the muscle swirling in tight, wet circles around your clit. He sure wasn’t ashamed to eat. The noises he made with his rough lips and strong tongue, saliva mixing with your dripping slick as he sucked and moaned against you. 

You could feel the tightness pulling in your core already. No no no, you cried in your own mind, Too soon. Too soon. Far far too soon. As if he could feel it, Ghost released from your nub, sliding down to pump his tongue inside you. Your arms flew out to either side, grabbing for Soap and Gaz, as a loud moan rattled from you. Ghost slurped the honey from your hole, impossibly long tongue pumping in and out, in and out, as your legs shook in his hands.

Price continued to massage your breasts, cooing praises as he casually squeezed one, then the other, in his hands. “Such a good girl. Pretty girl. Doin’ so good f’ us.”

Soap groaned, pressing your errant hand to palm the front of his jeans. You could just barely feel the hot length of him beneath it. 

“Want this, my pretty witchy? Yeah?” he asked, popping his fly and unzipping before you could answer. 

He never gave you the opportunity, because the fat, throbbing mass he pulled from his briefs stunned you speechless. You worked together wordlessly, Soap canting his hips forward enough for you to wrap your hand around him. Well, at least you tried to wrap your hand around him. Your thumb didn’t quite meet your other fingers, even if you squeezed. Soap hissed, his heated hand covering your cool one as he pumped your soft palm up and down his shaft. He let out a wolfish whine when you squeezed him again, pearls of cum bubbling from his slit, the hair on his arms standing on end.

“Forgot about me, lovie?” Gaz asked, voice low with faux sadness as he caught your turning head for a kiss. 

You moaned into his mouth as you pumped Soap’s cock, rocking back and forth on Ghost’s tongue spearing your core. You felt Price’s hands push down your bodice, elastic slipping under your breasts. He gave one of them a light smack, making the pair jiggle. 

“Go ahead, Gaz,” he murmured, “All yours.”

Gaz pulled from your kiss, leaving you gasping, lips still wet, as he quickly moved to claim the prize Price had offered. In a flash, his cold lips were around your nipple, making it stand harder as he suckled on it. You cried out as he tested it with his teeth. 

“Don’t-” was all you could get out before he interrupted you, kissing the peak of your trembling breast as he kneaded the other in his hand, stealing your warmth once more. 

“Won’t,” he assured you, looking you in the eyes as he sucked the nub into his mouth once more before releasing with a pop. “Not until you ask me fer’it, baby,” he added darkly. 

You rolled your head to face forward, closed your eyes, bit your lip, and fell into the lapping waves of pleasure that surrounded you. Ghost between your legs, ever so slowly drawing out your orgasm as his tongue prodded at the sensitive spots inside you that had you flooding his mouth. Soap keening and whining, threatening to howl as he used your hand to pleasure himself. His cum was already dripping down your arm, a constant leak that thankfully lubricated the hot organ trapped in your hands. Gaz, making a circuit of kissing both your breasts then your lips, playing with your nipples until they were hot and raw before soothing them in a layer of cool saliva, painted over your gooseflesh skin. 

Then there was Price, sat back on his knees, aloof and above you all, barely making his observing presence known beyond the occasional stroke of your cheek. That was until Ghost rolled his tongue out of your hole, a gush of liquid following, rolling down the crack of your ass as he slurped back up to suck your throbbing clit into his scarred mouth. You cracked your eyes open with a whine, locking onto Price’s own kind, watery blue eyes above you.

“Price,” you sighed, eyebrows knitting together as you pressed your cheek to his knee. “I’m gonna cum,”

Something unlocked in him the moment you spoke. The light dropped from his eyes as he watched you roll you hips, bucking with Ghost’s movements. Time trickled to a stop as you closed your eyes, hand slowing on Soap, Gaz unlatching from your breast.

“I’m gonna-” you cried, peak dancing closer and closer and closer.

“Oh, no you’re not,” Price growled. 

He launched over you to fling Soap and Gaz to either side of the bed and Ghost off your cunt with a wall of force. Then you felt his fingertips swipe over your navel. You thought it was a gentle, accidental gesture. Your eyes flew open in time to feel the pull. Tears welled in your eyes at the pain, the searing pain, like nerves and sinew being ripped apart. Something was being ripped from your body. 

Your mind raced. What . . . what was going on? What was he doing? You managed to focus in on his hand. There was something . . . no way . . . something was glowing in his clenched fist. It glowed like starlight, tiny streaks of gold melting from between the cracks of his fingers. 

Price held his shaking, outstretched hand above you, breath racing as he stared at it. The three other men were still pinned back, awestruck. 

“You want this?” he asked, breathless.

You just stared at him, unsure of anything that was happening. He took pity on you, watching your face as he tipped his hand, a streak of luminous gold falling from his palm. Two drops fell against the skin of your stomach, bleeding warmth and a soft pleasure that made you moan as they absorbed into you until they disappeared entirely. You breathed heavily until the feeling dissipated, then looked up at him. 

Had he just . . . Did he just steal your orgasm from you?

“Price?” you pleaded. He didn’t respond. His face was stony once again. “Price . . . Price, please,” you begged, voice cracking.

“Please what?” he asked sitting back, hand still held aloft.

“Please . . . please give me . . .” you cried, hands clawing at his legs. A fat tear streaked down the side of your face and he reached down to wipe it away. “I’ll . . . I’ll do whatever . . . just, please. Price, please.”

He smiled, patting at your wet cheek.

“Anything?” he asked, eyes sparkling gold.

You nodded, breaths coming faster and faster as your heart hammered in your chest. Price’s hand smoothed down your face, cupping your jaw, as you continued to claw at his legs in anticipation. You could feel the hollow thrumming of your clit, the buzzing, clenching need in your pussy, but there was nothing there. A mantra of please thundered in your head until the word lost all meaning.

“Come over here then, love,” he purred, empty hand stroking down the tented front of his jeans.

You did as you were told, scrambling up on your hands and knees as he shuffled his pants and underwear down his legs. Price pulled you into his lap, cock sliding through your slick, unfeeling folds as he guided it inside you with a groan. It was so strange. You could feel his cock, how it stretched and pushed hard against your walls, but that was it. No pleasure, no pain, nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing as he ran a soothing hand down your ribs. 

“There you go, love” he whispered as you whined into his chest. “Doin’ so good.” 

He laid back on his forearms, a hand on your back guiding you to follow. Price caught your chin in his hand, pulling you forward to nuzzle his nose.

“All yours, Ghost,” he whispered against your lips. Hands behind you flipped up the flouncy skirt of your dress, one trailing back to swirl around your puckered asshole. “Make ‘er nice an’ wet,” he sighed, “Don’t wanna hurt ‘er, gettin’ that big thing inside.”

The strong, familiar wetness of Ghost’s tongue pressed against the ring of tensed muscle, making you gasp. Sure, it had been a while since anyone ate you out, but it had happened before. No one had ever done this before. You hadn’t even asked. You bit your lip and whined as the man behind you spread your cheeks with his hands, palming them easily, as he probed slowly inside you, stopping to lick around your hole before returning to lap inside. 

Price’s hand tipped your tensed face to the side, making you look at Gaz. He was watching the three of you, cock in hand, with his own eyebrows bunched together.

“Go on, dove,” Price urged you, “Help the poor man out.”

You swooped around, taking Gaz’s cock from his hand. His mouth fell open in a whine as you gave his girthy length a few tugs before kissing the tip. Surprisingly, he wasn’t as cool here as he was everywhere else. Sucking the head into your mouth, it reminded you of his tongue and lips, just that little bit warmer than the rest of his body. His hand on the back of your head didn’t force you down, but acted as a pleasant, guiding presence.

Soap fidgeted and whined behind you, not that you could see. The bed rocked as he began to fuck his own fist, a string of half-human half-animal words and noises rambling from his mouth in a stream. 

“Wanna . . . just let me . . .” he whined, devolving into a very dog-like sigh, “Gaz gets to cum in her mouth why can’t I.”

“Quit whining’ and get over there then,” Price huffed, swatting Soap’s arm until he pulled his head out of his dick and shuffled off the side of the bed. 

Soon, there were two dicks in your face. You reached out to grasp Soap’s bulbous cock as he pulled himself on the end of the bed next to Gaz. You pulled off of Gaz with a pop, letting him smear his wet cock-head across your cheek with a whine. You looked up at Soap as you lapped at his bubbling slit, other hand still jerking Gaz. The hand on your head forced you down now, making you take more and more of his swollen, wolfish cock with every bob of your head. When you couldn’t take anymore, you pulled off, leaving Soap whining this time as you took Gaz back in your mouth. 

You continued on pleasing both men until you felt Ghost pull his face away. His long tongue snaked out of your ass only to be replaced with his thick fingers. He pumped and scissored inside you, not that you felt anything beside an ungodly wetness, his other hand pushed down on the small of your back. 

“Ready,” was all he rasped, and you know it wasn’t aimed at you. 

Price nodded, wiping the sweat from his forehead. You thought he must have immense self-control to stand you wriggling and writhing on his dick this whole time. 

“Go ahead,” Price told him, eyes flicking over to you, then to the men above you. “Finish up. She won’t be able to give much soon.”

Gaz claimed your mouth, hand curling into your hair as he rutted his cock along the top of your mouth. You lost the shuffling sounds you had been listening to behind you as you started to gag and drool around him. Soap suddenly pulled you away, forcing you to swallow around his cock as he fisted Gaz in his other hand.

“Jus’ take it,” he huffed, dick nailing the back of your throat with every thrust. Tears streamed down your eyes. “Jus’ take it ‘n . . .” he trailed off.

“We’ll take care ‘f the rest,” Gaz finished with a grunt, hand joining Soap’s on the back of your neck.

You swallowed, struggling but managing to keep your breathing even around your tears. That was until you felt a large, hard intrusion against your asshole. Your mouth fell open in a gasp as Ghost pushed in, his hands trapping you. You tried to pull away, but neither of them let you, simply grunting and chasing their own highs as you writhed in mild panic. You’ve never been this filled before.

Soap’s hand seized your open jaw, his hand roughly pounding his cock until he reeled back, spurting ropes of cum across your tongue. 

“Oh,” you sighed, watching the pleasure wash over his face as he pumped himself the last few times. 

He shivered opening his eyes to look down at you, blush tinting his cheeks when he saw the load of cum still in your mouth. He closed you mouth, patted your cheek, and turned you toward Gaz, wordlessly handing you off to the man as he put himself away.

Gaz didn’t waste time, he was close, if not closer than Soap had been. It only took two sucks before he was spilling inside you with a cry. When you pulled off of him, you waited for him to catch his breath and look at you before opening your mouth for him. He collapsed to the bed with a groan at the sight, Soap leaning over to catch a glimpse. 

“Price. Christ almighty, lookit this,” Soap said, tipping your head toward him.

Price closed his eyes, a barely contained groan humming from behind his mouth as he massaged his temple.

“Gonna be the death of me, love,” he said opening his tired eyes to give you a small smile. “Go ahead, now. Show the boys how good they were t’ you. Swallow.”

You did as you were told. You swayed over to look at Gaz and Soap who were collapsed into each other’s arms, too fucked out to do more than weakly groan as you closed your mouth and swallowed their salty, watery load. 

“Ready for us now?” Price said rolling his hips, driving his cock inside you. Good god, you felt full to bursting, and there was no pleasure to dull the ache.

You nodded, Ghost taking that as permission to pull gently out until none but his head remained trapped by your taunt ring of muscle. He took a breath and then ever so slowly pushed back in, cock forcing it’s way back in, squishing dribbles of his saliva down your thighs. 

Price lifted your thighs to pull out, allowing the large man behind you to seat fully, balls flush to your pussy, before letting you sink back down, Price occupying your cunt once more as Ghost pulled out. They fucked you in tandem, taking time to stretch you open until you were used to taking both their cocks.

“Holding up, love?” Price huffed, falling to lay on his back, letting you ride him as you took Ghost from behind. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, enjoying the feeling of them filling you, fucking you open, using you to chase their own pleasure, but-

“Want it back, don’t you?” he said with a fucked out smirk as he watched you. 

You gasped at the ball of light still clutched in his hand, the motion of you hips stopping. Ghost didn’t pay you any mind, grabbing your waist to continue working his massive length inside your ass. He held up his hand, then opened it, lighting your face with the soothing, golden light that poured from the quivering mass. 

“Well?” he asked, “Do you?”

You nodded crying out, “Yes, Price! Yes yes yes, please!” as you found your rhythm again, swaying your hips up and down, riding his cock until he crushed his fingers down around the ball, a low groan droning from his lips.

“Yes, love,” he sighed, “Fuck, that’s it.”

“Price,” you begged, voice barely above a whisper as you took both of them at wildly different paces: Price at your own slow rhythm and Ghost bruising your hips under the grip of his hands as he rocked you back onto his cock. “Please.”

“Yeah . . .” he answered, “Been so good.” His weak voice an answer to your unsaid prayers as he pressed the ball to your navel, forcing you to absorb it with a flash of blinding light.

Thank god Ghost’s hands were wrapped so tightly around you, because the full force of every drop of pleasure you’d been robbed of slammed into you the second Price’s hand touched your skin. You rocketed forward, almost off of both of them as your orgasm slammed into you hard, so hard it was almost painful. You had forced yourself to cum multiple times before, and even that hadn’t left your clit as thrumming and hard as it did now. 

Your whole body was lost in static, trembling on pinpricks as you lost all sight, all sound. You felt Price’s cock expanding inside you, how he pumped up once, twice, then shuddered, flooding you with his cum. You felt his hands wander up, supporting your torso as you fell forward, spent but still taking Ghost from behind. 

He wasn’t very far behind, a low, creaking groan filling the room as he gave you three more good thrusts that rattled your bed. You mewled as he speared you for the last time, warm cum filling you for a moment before he pulled out. 

You lay against Price’s chest, catching your breath with the four other men. You could feel how gaped open you were, what a mess they had made of you. Fluids ran out of both your holes making a mess of the bed. Price brushed hair from your face, wrapping his arms protectively around your shivering shoulders. You closed your eyes as you felt the bed dip. That had to be Ghost.

“Okay there, love?” Price asked. A blanket was thrown over your mostly naked body. 

“Hmmm, yeah,” you murmured sleepily, squirming until you found a comfortable spot on his chest. If he let you, you would have fallen asleep right here and now.

“Not yet, love,” he whispered into your head. You could tell he was smiling. “Boys’ll run you a bath, then y’ can knock off.”

You heard someone get up and leave the room. Soap or Gaz probably. You nodded, not really caring about anything anymore. This was the best you had felt in ages, the most peaceful, easy sleep you’d found since, now that you thought about it, since you moved in. Your thought was interrupted by the sound of the water tumbling through your pipes. 

“We’ll stay if you want. Just let me know,” he said stroking your arms.

You opened your eyes. Ghost was laying across your bed, soft brown eyes watching as your breathing slowed to match Price’s. You closed your eyes again. 

“I’d like that,” you sighed, drifting off with a smile on your lips. You didn't think you would ever be able top this Halloween party if you tried.