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oh no… i’m realizing the start of fall is on SUNDAY 😧… imma have to bring the freakpires OUT‼️‼️

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@spicebook asked: “Do you like the way it feels when I tease you?" +"Your cock's drooling so much already." {Magnus and Marnan}

marnan felt glad in these moments that his deity was not one to shy away from sexual pleasure , otherwise the cleric would certainly be viewed as a sinner with the amount of times he’d found himself thrill seeking in the warlock’s presence . fair, scarred skin ripples , broad shoulders shuddering , and hazel eyes screwing shut in pleasure . the brunet’s skin was littered with red flushed splotches that reached from his ears down to his chest , and that color only grows more vibrant when he feels his cock twitch and dribble more at the elf’s words . one fair hand grips helplessly at the sheets that press into his spine , the other balled into a fist at his chest , tone airy and thick with arousal . “ by gond , yes , magnus . you— “ a whine cuts his words short , those hazel eyes lazily reopening to direct his pleading gaze unto the warlock .

“ you feel incredible , my deity . . . “ the brunet coos through baited breaths , the hand at his chest coming to try and cover the crimson flush that was beginning to paint his sharp features along with the embarrassing words that seemed to be never ending ; but , it’s evident that fog that slowly enveloped his brain as his hips idly tried to fuck into the air didn’t care of the cleric’s embarrassment . “ gods , magnus , i want to bury my cock in you . give you my tithes , my piety , my retribution . . . show you my loyalty . “ the hand balled up in fabric comes grab for the warlock’s frame , anything he can’t touch , the hand covering his face having long moved to lay flat above his head .

“ this vessel is yours to use , i am here to service you . say the word and whatever you want is yours , anything to earn your grace . “

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@spicebook asked: [ TRUSTED ]  receiver gently telling sender “just let go” as they get them to finish.  + [ CLOSER ]  receiver wrapping their arms around sender who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover.  {Detective and Nal~}

“ god , nal , you are so beautiful like this . . . “ the brunet words are airy , the admiration on his sharp features ever present as fair hands glide along their form and feel over their shifting muscles and ripple skin , a dazed toothy smile splitting his features as the raven rode him as if it were the last time they’d get the chance to . the intimacy doesn’t go unnoticed by matthew , something that is happily rewarded by his own vigor of ensure he dug his cock as deep inside naphthali each time their hips met , creating a wonderful orchestra of skin slapping and the sound of what could delightfully be described as their love making . the brunet seemed mesmerized , hazel eyes trying to take in each of the expressions and reactions even as the fluttering of their cunt tightening around him made his head feel fuzzy and stomach bloom with warmth .

a hand glides up their form , resting upon their chest , thumbing at their scars , while the a few digits of his other hand dropped to rub circles into naphthali’s clit . his voice is a coo , seeing by their face and feeling how their body reacted that they were teetering on a fine line . “ c’mon , nallie , you’ve done such a good job for me , go ahead . “ this smug smile spreads across his face at his next words , hazel meeting honey brown . “ just let go for me , baby . “ the brunet murmurs , breathlessly like a pray . a pray happily answered it would seem . matthew can hear the guttural grunt that leaves his maw when naphthali CLAMPED down around him , their walls spasming with the intent to milk the detective of everything he had . desperate fair hands grab for nal’s form , pulling them so they are chest to chest , the rhythm of his thrusts becoming erratic as he tried to work the butler through their high and simultaneously achieve his own in the vice grip his cock was trapped in .

“ oh , GOD , nal . . . “ matt growls into the crook of naphthali’s neck when he’s finally pushed over the edge , feeling the coil that had wound in his stomach pop as his cock filled the butler full of his hot seed . the frantic gripping on nal’s form lessens as he feels his dick give a few final twitches and tremors , one hand going to rub circles between their shoulders , the other coming to bury into a mess of deep brown locks and comb through them gently . when the detective’s brain is free of the carnal tendrils that grasped it he can hear himself giggle softly against their neck , nuzzling his warm face into nal’s skin and feeling his baited breaths bounce off their delicate flesh . “ not sure where you learned to do all that , “ he presses a few soft kisses along their neck and shoulder as he speaks , “ but that was phenomenal , my nallie . “ the hand at their shoulder blades wraps around their upper torso to keep the pair flush , allowing a serene calm to fall between the pair .

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@spicebook asked: ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched {NAT to Glitch}

glitch can hear his fans kicking up speed , green optics training over the intricacies and details in his fellow bot’s form , bobs and whistles he personally had never needed nor been given . the robot is tender with his touch , palms coming to close around equally cold wrists and bringing it’s hands to his chest cavity and side where a series of ports were . the archaic coding of the robot left him in a position where he still found stimulation out of use on these plug-ins , the lack of updates finding solace in the feeling of the circuitry and wiring in his chest being touched and pulled . when he speaks , it’s almost human like , awe written on his features as he shifts to get closer , encroaching on NAT’s personal space and taking his own hands to touch at it’s chest while the other felt for similar if not matching ports on the AI’s model .

“ you-you are incredible . . . “ his voice is muffled , skipping occasionally , like listening to a song on broken phonogram , the crackling of his voice box only emphasizing this comparison . “ who-whoever made you deserved a-a medal , there’s nothing out-out of place , “ his programming tried to read NAT’s vitals , finding that their code was too advance for him to even try and pick apart . “ can-can we compare insides ? “ to a HUMAN that sentence would be downright terrifying to hear , but as a robot , glitch always thought the idea of sharing information about inner workings to be some of the most intimate work he could perform beyond directly running his code alongside NAT’s .

“ i-it’s totally okay if not , i’m-i’m just really . . . drawn to your circuitry , everything is so-so high end my coding can’t even keep up with it , i want to see more of you , try to learn m-more about you . “ glitch finds his hands have started to wander , trace intricate patterns into their faux skin as those shining green eyes trained hard onto NAT’s face for any clues they may be uncomfortable . “ i-i doubt there’s anything you could learn from my programming , but-but i’ve been shocked before . “ he titters , gently squeezing the AI in his hands .

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@spicebook asked: [ COSTUME PARTY ]: sender and receiver sneak off to have sex at a costume party. {noise and marnan}

was his outfit in poor taste ? oh yeah , absolutely . to be turned into a vampire , be cured , and then decide still on hallows eve to DRESS UP as one was a wild choice on the cleric’s part ; but , he couldn’t help it , something about the idea absolutely tickled him , especially since there were large portions of the event he couldn’t even remember to this day . now , while he had expected noise to give a reaction at the unveiling of the outfit when he exited the dress room , he hadn’t expected it to be FLIRTATIOUS . admittedly , the look was a bit promiscuous , not your standard count dracula or anything with a cartoonish cape and dress pants a size too big .

no , the cleric had adorned himself in hues of black and red fabrics , waist delicately held by a sleek corset , hands decorated with cheap statement rings , and eyes messily dressed in black eye shadow . perhaps that’s why when the short tiefling mentioned of finding somewhere more ‘ private ‘ marnan hadn’t initially flushed crimson and became coy , a part of him knowing the allure of seeing a clergy man dressed as sin . strong hands had pulled the pair into an empty room of the party , unceremoniously slamming the door behind them as digits grabbed and groped at any flesh it could .

the heat of the moment certainly isn’t wasted on marnan , easily pressing noise’s smaller frame to the door , trapping them under his carnal gaze as the cleric already made quick work of pushing his fingers under their costume to touch at delicate lilac skin . the brunet’s tone is thick with lust , a toothy grin splitting his face and exposing now useless sharp canines . “ if i didn’t know better i would say you like when i’m CORRUPT . “ the cleric chuckles lowly , leaning down so he could meet eye to eye with the tiefling . “ is that what it is , my bard ? “ one hand comes to loosely wrap around noise’s throat , the metal of his cold rings pressing into their warm skin . “ you like seeing me when i am at my most carnal ? when the sight of you alone drives me crazy ? “

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@spicebook asked: [ HAUNTED  HOUSE ]:   sender  and  receiver  sneak  off  while  going  through  a  fake  haunted  house  to  have  sex. + “ i’m  not  a  vampire,  but  i  know  how  to  suck. “ {teehee matthew in a werewolf costume and Nathan in a witch costume?

flashing lights and ambiance that could be found in a graveyard wasn’t necessarily what got matthew’s rocks off in terms of FEAR nor LUST , but in the spirit of the season ( and to have a reason to go out with nate somewhere ) the brunet had agreed to go to a haunted house in costume . the raven had seemed so cheesed by the prospect that it was almost impossible for matt to turn him down , even now as he’s dragged somewhere private by his boyfriend under the prospect of having ‘ fun ‘ the rational parts of his brain can’t convince him that he should say NO . hazel eyes look around the ‘ private ‘ area , feeling the way his neck gets hot at the tightness of it , the close quarters leaving very little to the imagination, and making matt REGRET the layers he’d stacked for his outfit .

before the brunet can even think about what his boyfriend has in mind or what clothes he could rid of , he’s hearing words of jest tumble from sly lips , locking with their gaze and feeling his face only getting hotter by the second . perhaps this was a call back , revenge of some sorts , a reference to the messy situation that had brought them together on a much more profound level in the first place . WHATEVER it was , it had matthew worked up , fair hands decorated with faux fur latex’d to his skin and sharp black nails he’d spent an hour trying to glue on straight come to grab at the frills and inkiness of nathan’s costume , a disparity behind the action he hadn’t intended to be shown as his fingers idly grip at their form .

mesmerized was a good word , the way big hazel eyes searched and seemed to get lost in the raven’s features . matthew’s attempt at humor falls short , the arousal already thick in his tone at the prospect of being in such a public area doing such a PRIVATE act ( all it would take is for one set of unwanted eyes to find the two in here and they were TOAST ) . “ well , i think you fit your costume perfectly , because you’ve cast a spell on me . “ despite the arousal in his tone , the way he can feel his cock press against the distressed jeans he wore , matthew still giggles as if his joke was sublime . “ but , hey , if you wanna take a stab at being a VAMPIRIC witch , be my guest . “ the brunet presses his back against the nearest wall , allowing for only a bit of space between the pair . “ c’mon , nate , it’s a full moon , don’t you wanna make me howl ? “ pickup lines were NOT matthew’s specialty , and even now that held true as he feels himself grimace at his own attempt to mimic his clever boyfriend’s banter .

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i’m so sorry to the four people following this blog for me not queuing anything, i literally answers asks at work, put them in my drafts, and then when driving to or from work post them all. and im about to again 😈

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@spicebook asked: [ SHY ]: sender covers their face and receiver moves their hands away. {Lew and Mack}

hazel eyes watch their pale hands coming to cover their features , noting the way flushed skin still peaked out through the separated digits with an entirely too pleased smile . mack tsks quietly , hands that had long been discarded of their notorious gloves coming to easily part lew’s hands , pressing them FIRM to his sides . “ there’s no use in hiding , lew . “ the brunet coos , and truthfully there WASN’T . mack’s private quarters left very little to the imagination in terms of trying to get away , a mere circle that could only really house the pair . those same hands are found grabbing at the mechanic’s waist , his shoulders , grasping at their form as if seeking solace in their frame as the engineer pressed them flush together .

“ and why hide anyway , hm ? “ the brunet tilts his head , a wolfish smirk coming to his features as he leaned forward , ensuring as his hands gingerly pressed into lew’s chest that his lips grazed against the shell of the younger man’s ear . “ i see how you look at me , darkins , the fire in your eyes as you watch me work , “ without needing permission , nimble fingers of one of his hands work towards fumbling and undoing the buttons of the other’s shirt . “ i know you want me , lew , no shame in that . “ mack chuckles , pulling away so that predatory gaze can meet their eyes . “ and , you’ve been doing such a good job , i thought why not give you what you want , right ? “

the engineer’s tone drops to something sultry , ensuring to press the growing imprint in his uniform slacks against lew’s core . “ but , please , darkins , if i’m incorrect do correct me . my heart won’t be broken to let you go , just know that the feeling is mutual . “

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@spicebook asked: "Listen to all that noise your pussy makes around my fingers." + [ dressing room ] our muses have some fun in a dressing room together {Glamko and Huey :3c}

hugh felt the way his breath caught in his chest at the words that came from the animatronic , warm hands reaching to grab restlessly at cold metal and hazel eyes rolling momentarily up into his head . these characters were strange , something entirely new that he’d never really gotten a good grasp of before his employer had advised him of this location opening . coy of the human to think they were even NEARLY as archaic as what he’d seen in the past , this group ( THIS ANIMATRONIC in specific ) were incredibly full of personality and quirky . they had very distinct thoughts and feelings that huey found himself easily getting attached to .

now , with the other glamrocks , he’d found himself being like an older brother , a caretaker for the gaggle at night ; but , glamko ? he was FORWARD , funny and personable of course , but made his wants KNOWN , and huey was just happy it was the humanesque one that was this way . . . hugh had found himself easily flirting back and joking with glamko , even teasingly so when the brunet occasionally was moved to day shift while the animatronic was working on the floor . although this scenario , while unexpected , was not unappreciated ; even as thoughts plagued his mind at the prospect that one wrong worker with the right keycard could absolutely blow their cover he can hear the way his cunt squelches and feels his sex oozing around glamko’s fingers .

fair hands finally find solace with one gripping desperately onto the animatronic’s shoulder , the other with fingers buried into synthetic hair . huey’s voice is a hushed whine , body pressing down into the intrusion happily with a keen . “ glam . . . please , your fingers feel so good , please i— “ the human’s back arches with a whimper , dazed hazel eyes casting to glamko . “ please , i need more , i want to feel you in me , please . “

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@spicebook asked: [SLIPPING] The sender slips their hand inside the receiver’s partially unbuttoned shirt/rather into their wires/interior feel around/try to fix them {Jack the technician (my FNAFTM verse) to Glitch?

in comparison to what jack has dealt with in the past in terms of machinery , glitch is for sure on the newer end of models : bobs and whistles for functions unnecessary in most fazbear animatronics , too much programming to be a bot simply for singing , and perhaps these are where his issues lie . a creator hastily throwing together metal and code to make something that resembles true intelligence , only to make an animatronic that on the surface was a marvel in metalworking and latex but underneath could only comprehend the bare minimum . glitch knew he HAD to function , but not WHY .

it would seem someone finally did care though , at least seemed intrigued in understanding his inner workings and wanted to try and see what work they could do in his chest cavity . the animatronic , having no understanding of it’s own shut off protocol , had warned jack ahead of time that there still may be gears shifting internally and that he would be on and conscious throughout the process . glitch had happily taken off his uniform and exposed his chest cavity for the mechanic to take a stab at , back laid out flat as green optics occasionally watched the man work . for the most part , the interaction has been tame , jack’s touch was gentle enough to not set off any alarms that would alert his chest plates to crush the human’s hand .

well , until there is a tug on a bundle of wires deeply embedded in his chest ; and , instead of his body instinctively trying to close around jack , the animatronic can feel his body give an inadvertent jerk , eyes going wide as a noise mixed between a moan and a gasp passes his lips . the most instinctual touch is a cold palm coming to gently close around jack’s wrist , his full attention now brought onto the man with his hands buried deep within it’s wiring and circuitry . if he could flush he would , but instead there a distinct sound of his fans kicking up speed to try and combat the threat of overheating . “ m-mr . mcloughlin , please-please . . . “ his coding can’t discern what he’s begging for , yet it still calls for him to continue his sentence to full fruition . “ that actually felt really n-nice . “ it’s muffled speech crackles his speakers , the only other defect on this bot . “ i-i hate to ask , but-but can you please do that again ? “ his programming tries to claim that it is for testing , but with the way glitch can feel external add-ons start to twitch and buzz to life he isn’t entirely sure that’s true .

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@spicebook asked: [ ball gag ] my muse puts a ball gag on your muse to keep them from making sounds + [BITE] The sender sinks their teeth into the receiver’s shoulder, leaving a mark. {phobia for napped}

mat for once can feel his head is loose on his shoulders , as if he lacks the ability to keep himself present in the moment as ball gag to secured behind his head . the brunet doesn’t know how long he’s been HERE ( wherever here had become ) , doesn’t know how long he’s been staying still , can’t even remember when his cunt had started to twitch and seep at the notion that phobia would come back for him . it was starting to become a NEED to be in their presence , being the only ‘ human ‘ interaction he got he had learned to take what he could get of a conversation rather than complain . he learned what COMPLAINING did , and that hellish treatment was something he would never crave ; he’d rather just be complacent .

weak limbs make no effort to claw or rip the item from his mouth , instead unmoving pale palms press against his thighs , hazel eyes keeping trained on his captor’s expression , how it’s thoughts seemed to dance and coil much like the smoke matthew had inhaled on their first meeting . before any analytical portions can decipher their facial features , try to guess what was on their mind , the creature is quick to ducking his head and taking EXACTLY what it was thinking of without any hesitation . the ferocity of the bite make hazel eyes snap open wide , a strangled noise leaving his covered mouth , and head craning to allow phobia as much access to his skin as possible .

despite the faux compliance , what mat can’t control is the way his face contorts even now into disgust at the prospect that this MONSTER would end up just using him again of it’s personal gain , that matthew was just some brainless fuck toy with a thought in his head . perhaps that wasn’t far off , though ; especially with the way he can feel his eyes glaze over as phobia’s jaw locks up around his fragile skin . the pressure builds and builds , the human squirming as the pleasure shifted into a searing hot pain , and then . . . POP . matthew feels his skin give way and gives a muffled noise that could only be described as animalistic , like a bear that had been wounded in the woods , something of deeply embedded hurt as a pale hand finally shot up to bury into raven locks . matthew dare not pull this vixen away , but prayed the intrusive tough would distract the monster enough from not taking a bite out of him right there .

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@spicebook asked: 💪- for your muse to force my muse onto their knees + 🙈- for your muse to blindfold mine {For Darkpat/Antimat.ter to do to Jackie}

james never took what he wanted without consent , but when that was given he became something else . . . from a suited man who held himself highly , spoke as if he still ran a city , to a carnivorous beast , something of cheshire grins and tone dripping with condescension . monochrome hands are initially delicate when laid upon the hero , an intrusive touch that could be seen no more as intimate ; but , jackie was on HIS grounds , in HIS home , a place where the air vent to HIS will , so naturally that touch doesn’t stay tender for long . those palms all but shove the hero onto his knees , hearing the echoed noise at flesh and bone meeting with an inky emptiness . james makes quick work of using his visages for good , the red and blue delayed copies seemingly coming out to keep the hero solid with the floor .

“ oh dear , hero . “ james coos , a hand coming to thread through colored hair as the other loosens the tie from around his own neck . “ such a coy pawn you are , acting as if you are above the grasp of villainy , “ not that the entity would necessarily deem himself a bad guy , but he could understand how he appeared as such to an outsider and would happily use that poorly painted visage to his advantage . the hand in the hero’s hair crawls down to grab his chin , positioning their head so they were eye to eye , “ what a pathetic little mutt you are to come here . “ james snickers , tapping his cheek with a finger . “ stay like that , be sure you are following orders like the good hero you are . “ the creature retracts his touch , stalking behind jackie so he can kneel directly behind him .

those same delicate hands as before reach , taking his satin tie and pristinely tying it around jackie’s eyes , the red and blue visages holding the hero down dissipating to meld back into their host’s form . james stands , a hand coming to lay the human’s shoulder before his body coasts around to stand tall in front of their blind form . the sight of the hero in such a deplorable spot does strike a flame under the creature’s feet , making his hands itch to touch at fragile skin and stomach erupt in a distinct warmth . james positions himself so his crotch his mere inches from jackie’s face , a hand woven back into those delicate locks . “ such a good boy , jackie . doing such an excellent job at following orders for me , i do think you’ve earned yourself a reward , hm ? “ the creature gently grazes the buckle of his belt against the hero’s lips to punctuate his words . “ what do you say ? do you think you’ve been a good boy ? “

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alright guys watch this!!

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SOFT  DETAILS  FOR SMUT  &  INTIMATE  MOMENTS 

[ TRUST ]  sender gently telling the receiver “just let go” as they get them to finish.  

[ TRUSTED ]  receiver gently telling sender “just let go” as they get them to finish. 

[ GRATIFY ]  sender asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating receiver after teasing them. 

[ GRATIFYING ]  receiver asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating sender after teasing them. 

[ CONTROL ]  sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue. 

[ CONTROLLED ]  receiver stops stimulating sender and tells them the have to be still if they want to continue.  

[ GAZE ]  sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

[ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

[ HOLD ]  sender holding receiver close during an especially intense moment and whispering “i’ve got you.” 

[ HELD ]  receiver holding sender close during an especially intense moment and whispering “i’ve got you” 

[ CLOSE ]  sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

[ CLOSER ]  receiver wrapping their arms around sender who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

[ JOY ]  sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

[ JOYFUL ]  receiver getting louder than usual which makes sender start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

[ TIMID ]  the submissive partner getting self conscious and covering their face,  laughing softly at the intensity.   

[ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. 

[ ADORE ]  sender whispering “you’re perfect” to receiver after undressing them. 

[ ADORED ]  receiver whispering “you’re perfect” to sender after undressing them. 

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🗯️ {yeah can i get about 5 more of these? Thanks XD // spicebook}

for his musician : “ god , he would look pretty stuffed full of my cum . my pretty kitty , taking my litter with a smile on his face , pussy oozing with my load by the time we’re done . i want to feel that pretty mouth of his wrap around me , watch that hazy look fill his eyes as he gags , run my fingers through his hair and tell him how good of a job he’s doing ; show him just how much his daddy appreciates all the hard work he puts in . “

for his ex-employee : “ what a fucking mutt . . . i would give ANYTHING to push his face into the mattress by the hair , drag my nails into his skin hard enough to rip him to shreds , dig my teeth into his body until i can taste MUSCLE . fuck , i want to bury my cock into that tight ass , breed his hole until the only thing on his mind is giving up his body to ME , wrap my hands around that fragile throat and force him to beg for his life while he denies how much he likes it even as his body clenches and twitches around me . i want to break that bastard down to his core , tear open his insides and fuck him until i watch those last flickers of life flash across his face . “

for his mechanic : “ aw , lew . . . what a good subordinate , if he keeps up this outstanding behavior i may have to give him a reward for all his efforts . i’m certain he wouldn’t be opposed to a private meeting , my own quarters would do wonderfully honestly . somewhere i can get him alone , pull that uniform off him and kiss their skin , remind them how good of a worker they are . let them get the honor of seeing me in such an intimate position , show them what happened when you are kind and well mannered to your LEADER when i slip into them and praise them for their body and attitude . what a good boy . . . “

for it’s AI : “ o-oh jeez , what-what a MARVEL in tech-technology . . . i really want-want to get a closer look at their circuitry , press my finger into their-their wires and feel them heat at the contact , read o-over their protocol and watch it try-try to keep up with the i-intrusion . i-i wonder if it has compatible ports . . . test out running-running our systems together , maybe make some good use o-of these external bits and see if it can withstand overheating from the conflicting code , watch those sparks ignite from the overwhelming pleasure . “

for his captor : “ oh no . . . i’m in deep . i need to get them out of my head , it’s either a pain or pleasure game mentally . i gotta stop thinking about the way their clawed hands can either tear me to ribbons or slip delicately into my cunt and crook to hit every spot i NEED . i can barely keep up with it all , parts of me WANT it , want to feel it rip at my skin and find solace in my muscle , want to crane my neck and bare my body to the abuse ; but , i gotta be careful , he can’t know how much i like the pain , if he did i’d be dead by the morning . but fuck , i need to feel their hot breath against my ear , their cold hands gripping at my flesh , the way they push into me without an ounce of consideration : i CRAVE it , i NEED them in me , telling me how much of a good pet i am just for it . “

what’s on your nasty ol’ mind ? | @spicebook

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@murdersin asked: ( [ STRADDLE ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap. + [ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch. ) "it's about time you took a break, hm?" his voice is soft, almost melodic, as his hands roam up and down marnan's torso. his hands gently squeeze at the other's chest, his lower hips--anywhere he could. "you'll let me take care of you, right? a good, pretty boy like yourself more than deserves it, i think." he coos, one hand slowly trailing towards the back of his neck. two fingers start to massage said area in tiny circles, and it's then that paultin finally looks the cleric in the eye. "you want this, don't you?"

hazel eyes trained over a map , feeling the wooziness of a cumbersome day washing over his features as suddenly the prospect of planning a route for tomorrow became more and more boring . it’s evident whatever fatigue in his form is easily ripped from him when he hears the door for his room , brunet locks swaying as he turns to face paultin . the smile that had been simpering is wiped from his face when the cleric notes the way the only exit is closed , how icy eyes train over his form , and can immediately feel the way his neck is heating up . this much time in their presence , marnan knew well enough what that gleam , that look of carnality , meant .

although , the cleric hadn’t necessarily expected the words paired with the bard’s actions . before the brunet can even get a semblance of a sentence out , strong hands are grabbing at his body with a need that has marnan gasping and pressing into those claws , a sturdy frame is pressed hard into his lap , and the cleric finds his own hands desperately grabbing for the bard in a mixture of whatever lingering fatigue and newfound arousal that ran through his veins . hazel eyes fight to focus onto paultin’s features , brows tilted upwards in muddled pleasure , and marnan is certain those nimble fingers rubbing along the column of his neck can feel how the skin has already started to tint pink and heat up .

it’s only when paultin meets his gaze , those icy blues that pierce directly through the cleric , that he even attempts to speak . “ of course , gond . . . “ the brunet is breathless , the bard’s beautifully timed ministrations having caught the cleric off guard enough for him to be placid rather than slick . marnan leans into the fingers coasting along his neck , chin tilting upwards so he can meet paultin’s gaze . “ ‘tin . . . “ a petname usual cooed with a titter is said thick with WANT , like a prayer , pressing his body so the pair are chest to chest . “ gond , i’m yours , my bard . “ a more coy smile splits his features , fingers already threatening to intrude fabric with the ferocity in which they grip and push at paultin’s clothes . “ and , if my bard deems me worthy , then i’ll happily allow you to take care of me . “

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🗯️ {:3 //spicebook gimme the loudest~}

for his favorite coworker : “ fuck , i don’t think i can deal with this guy just over the phone . call me crazy , but i know it’s bad when every day i’m coming home having to IMMEDIATELY change my pants and boxers because he called . GOD , what i would give to have him in my apartment , close enough to touch , to hear that sweet voice in my ears as he weaves intricate little scenes , caresses my skin . like , i don’t even know what this guy looks like and i know i want to grind my hips against it until he can’t breathe , THAT’S how worked up darwin’s got me . . . i know that i would EASILY let him twist and bend me to fuck me however he wanted , though i’m sure , the sly guy he is , he is WELL aware . “

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