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@frenchsniper
Francis reacts to a lot of things like an animal. When he’s scared he scrabbles to escape. He doesn’t like being cornered. He habitually swings his knife when surprised. If he’s startled he fights with his teeth and nails and snarls and growls
that time of the month
6/10
“Mmn-” he crosses his legs as the shiver grows stronger, the growing heat now begining to pool in his inhuman limbs. “Not sure… what… message you… intend… to send here…”
The huge spy let out a long sigh, choosing to allow himself to be patient rather than letting the eagerness in him get the upper hand. The man looked like a caged animal for fucks sake, though the door could easily be opened from their side and was blocked mainly as a preemptive measure to prevent unwanted individuals from barging in on his more private of rituals. Heat was scorching his insides, but he wanted to be the more mellow presence at the time. “Take a few… breaths there. Don’t gotta do… anything you… don’t want to do… or don’t… feel ready… to do.”
Prawn was simply going to palm his false cock through his pants and let Fran decide, but then he heard the request to see his goods. And maybe the first hint of play or rough talk. “Think that’s… a fair… request…” He proceeded to shove a hand down his slacks in order to fish out his cock and balls,unzipping his pants and adjusting his underwear in the process to give a better view of it.
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“No, I, uh, I want to, just... a little slower.” He swallowed thickly, giving the door a light pat before pushing off of it.
His eyes went down to Prawn’s dick immediately, face flushing a little. It was... big. And so were his hands, actually. Big. All of him was big. Prawn is big.
Francis took a few deep breaths before nodding, stepping forward to stand in front of Prawn. Another short moment passed before he sunk down to sit on the floor between his knees. “Okay. Just--don’t, uh, do anything weird, alright? I’m...” He trailed off, reaching up to push Prawn’s hand away and put his own hands on the dick. He let one rest at the base while the other rubbed up to the top, like he did on his own, stopping to fiddle with the foreskin. “You have a nice dick. Er--Uh, is that weird? I mean, uh, it’s... big. And... I dunno. Nice.”
It was a little weird how hairless Prawn was down here, but maybe that’s a thing gay guys do? ...Wax? Francis tried not to think about that too long, poking his tongue out to hesitantly lick up the side. It tasted weird. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting.
that time of the month
6/10
“Mmn-” he crosses his legs as the shiver grows stronger, the growing heat now begining to pool in his inhuman limbs. “Not sure… what… message you… intend… to send here…”
Lust turned to irritation at the others hesitance, but only so slightly. With a roll of his eyes he was dragging the sniper by his collar and to his room, pace hasty as they got there and up til he locked the door. He let the tension slide and the need ebb back in its place. “Now…” He turned around and let his eyes fix onto the man in front of him, not doing a thing to hide the tent pitched within his trousers. “As I was… saying…” He stalked forward and sat at the foot of his large bed, reclining back with hooded eyes. “You wanna get… warmed up first? Or just… wanna get to it? Doesn’t need… t’ be quick… but I’d like to start… sometime… sooner than later.”
“Wh--” He followed along in a rather dazed fashion, collapsing back against the door when Prawn walked to the bed. “I--Uh, er, I mean, um, what--do you mean, by that, I don’t--are you sure this is a good idea? Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe this should, uh, wait, until you’re, uh, feeling better...” His hands scrabbled at the door behind him, panic rising. Despite this, he was sporting a tent of his own, which he didn’t seem to even notice.
“I don’t--know what I’m doing. Or, uh, how to do this. Or how to warm up? Or how to get to it? God. Sorry.” He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, glancing around. “Do you wanna, uh, maybe, just--get it out first? Of your pants. Your dick, I mean. Just, uh, pull it out, before I, uh, walk over there. Maybe?”
that time of the month
6/10
“Mmn-” he crosses his legs as the shiver grows stronger, the growing heat now begining to pool in his inhuman limbs. “Not sure… what… message you… intend… to send here…”
“Well, what do… they say?” He licked his lips and, with near effortlessness, flicked off his bowtie and undid the first few buttons of his dress shirt. “Practice… makes perfect. And if you try to… bite it off… can just… bite back. That sound fair?” He spread his legs and rubbed his thighs as he eyed this strange sniper, the lust in his brain muddling and obscuring any fear in his mind to let it ebb into warm self confidence. “You wanna get… warmed up first? Or do you… just wanna… go at it.”
“I wouldn’t bite the dick off’a my worst enemy, man. That shit’s sick.” He fiddled his hands in front of him, looking up with surprise at Prawn’s words. “I--Uh--I mean, you want me to? Uh, alright. But, uh--h-here? Shouldn’t we, uh, go somewhere, you know, uh, private-er? Or something?”
“That’s what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming and then silence.”
“They can’t forgive you if you’ve beaten them to death, you know. I mean, you can pretend they have, but they won’t have.”
❝Llamas with Hats❞ Sentence Meme
“There’s a dead human in our house.”
“[name], what did you do?”
“Me? I, uh, I didn’t do this!”
“Why did you kill this person, [name]?”
“I do not kill people, that is - That is my least favorite thing to do.”
“Well, this guy walked in. So I went up to him. And I, uh, I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.”
“That kills people!”
“Yeah, I’m in the wrong here. I suck.”
“What happened to his hands? Why are they missing?”
“I kind of, uh, cooked them up. And ate them.”
“I was hungry, and well, y’know, when you crave hands, that’s - “
“I was hungry for hands! Give me a break.”
“My stomach was making the rumblies. That only hands would satisfy.”
“What is wrong with you, [name]?”
“Well, I kill people and I eat hands, that’s two things.”
“You sunk an entire cruise ship!”
“I watched you fire a harpoon into the captain’s face!”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“You were headbutting children off the side of the ship!”
“That, uh, that must’ve been horrifying to watch.”
“And then you started making out with the ice sculptures!”
“Why is the lifeboat all red and sticky?”
“Well, they were, uh, taking all the crescent rolls.”
“I will not apologize for art.”
“Whoa, you won the prize. I didn’t even notice that.”
“I have a problem. I have a serious problem.”
“You are just terrible today!”
“Shhh. Do you hear that? That’s the sound of forgiveness.”
“That’s what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming and then silence.”
We definitely jerked off together once. That was a super straight evening, if you ask me. /sarcasm
… *You. Fucking. He’s mortified. It literally takes him five seconds to come up with something to say.*
*Unfortunately that something consists of vague screaming insults and running at him to try to tackle him to the ground.*
“I will stab you in the fucking throat–” He’s slightly muffled with his armpit, finally calming down enough to aim well and get some air.”You ruined my fucking hair, cunt.”
“Hm?” Wait, there’s another punch for that, pulling apart, “You know that might have been FUCKING APPRECIATED.”
“Oof. Aw, c’mon, your hair is always under that hat anyway, who can tell.” He let go, still snickering. “If you give me an address, I can do that, actually. I haven’t gotten any mail since my ma died, so it might actually be nice, you know?” He shrugged.
“I have kind of missed you, man. A lotta the guys around here can’t take a joke, you know? You call one dude a fruitcake and suddenly you’re public enemy number one.”
that time of the month
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“Mmn-” he crosses his legs as the shiver grows stronger, the growing heat now begining to pool in his inhuman limbs. “Not sure… what… message you… intend… to send here…”
“Not… what I meant… with the… opting out thing… but…” a shrug. “Guess it works. Don’t have to… say you are… anything… that you’re not… y'know? I had wife… but still like men… what that make me?” He left thag question hanging in the air as the intrest in his belly got him thinking of something else “You… say something… about… sucking dicks?”
“I dunno. He had a word, but I, uh, forgot it.” There was another pause. “Uh, yeah, I... haven’t sucked a lotta dicks, but I kinda wanna try it? And you’ve, uh, already seen me at my worst, so you can’t make fun of me. And you’re kind of hot, in a weird giant mysterious Spy kind of way. And now you’re all weird and horny, so... yeah. I’ll suck your dick, man. I-If you want.”
We definitely jerked off together once. That was a super straight evening, if you ask me. /sarcasm
… *You. Fucking. He’s mortified. It literally takes him five seconds to come up with something to say.*
*Unfortunately that something consists of vague screaming insults and running at him to try to tackle him to the ground.*
Fran just. Catches him in a hug and laughs.
“Yeah. I missed you too, Carrottop. I missed the straight memo, though. Like, c’mon, as soon as I figure I might not be straight, you are?”
NO YOU ASS. He’s growling and punching at him, elbowing the bastard in the ribs.
“YOU– FIRST FUCK YOU. Where in the SEVEN HELLS WERE YOU?”
“SECONDLY, Arthur is a FUCKING LYING DOUCHE CANOE.”
Third fuck you, he’s back to punching at him. Albeit with much more frustration then actual attempt to injure him this time.
“Haaaaaa, once a faggot always a faggot.” Francis grinned, wrestling him into a headlock to give him a noogie. “I get transferred around, man. I just go where they tell me to. Should I start sending you postcards?”
We definitely jerked off together once. That was a super straight evening, if you ask me. /sarcasm
… *You. Fucking. He’s mortified. It literally takes him five seconds to come up with something to say.*
*Unfortunately that something consists of vague screaming insults and running at him to try to tackle him to the ground.*
Fran just. Catches him in a hug and laughs.
“Yeah. I missed you too, Carrottop. I missed the straight memo, though. Like, c’mon, as soon as I figure I might not be straight, you are?”
that time of the month
6/10
“Mmn-” he crosses his legs as the shiver grows stronger, the growing heat now begining to pool in his inhuman limbs. “Not sure… what… message you… intend… to send here…”
He paused for a good beat- and then laughed. As he did he shook his head, another shiver rattling him from his core. “You are far… from… last on my list… of… people I would… have affairs with… my friend.” He smoothed over the ‘scars’ on his neck to try and quell the heat building in them. “Little worried… you may… opt out… in… midst of things… however…”
“Wow, um, r-really? Not a lot of people, uh, agree with that assessment. I’m, uh, getting a little better. With the gay thing, I mean. The janitor said some people like both? So, uh, me, kind of wanting to suck your dick, doesn’t make me gay. I guess.” He frowned at his shoes. “Don’t tell anyone I said that...”
that time of the month
6/10
“Mmn-” he crosses his legs as the shiver grows stronger, the growing heat now begining to pool in his inhuman limbs. “Not sure… what… message you… intend… to send here…”
“Do you not… take responsibility… of your actions… hm?” He looked at the other with heavy lidded eyes, breath a tad heavier than usual.
Francis blushed, looking anywhere but at Prawn. He hadn’t thought this through. “Well, I, uh, I feel like I sort of owe you one, almost? Like, ‘cause, you helped me out when I was, uh, sort of, in a heat, of sorts. But you also, uh, probably have high enough standards to not want me to give you a hand, or a, uh, mouth, or whatever. So... Yeah.” He shrugged. “Sorry.”
that time of the month
6/10
“Mmn-” he crosses his legs as the shiver grows stronger, the growing heat now begining to pool in his inhuman limbs. “Not sure… what… message you… intend… to send here…”
“No, uh, no message. Just. Uh. Bein’ a dick, like usual, h-haha.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I, uh, I should go.”
"Do you... do that often? Punch people's genitals into raw meat?"
“It hasn’t happened lately.. we can always change that.”
“…Lately. What did the last guy do to deserve it?”
“Tried to corner me in an alley after getting too handsy with me in a bar.”
“Oh. Well, alright, I guess that does kind of deserve it.”
He paused for a moment. “Please don’t... uh. Eviscerate my penis.”
"Do you... do that often? Punch people's genitals into raw meat?"
“It hasn’t happened lately.. we can always change that.”
“...Lately. What did the last guy do to deserve it?”
“Who wants to suck my dick for valentine’s day?”