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kandyscorner · 18 hours ago

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Do I Know You? Part 26

Synopsis: Your still drunk and still talking without thinking when it comes to Jason. There’s rain, there’s water guns, and there’s Alfred.

Note: This chapter is a bit longer but I kind of rushed the ending bit. The rest is kind of filler, there’s some information passed around, and moments are moment-ing so all good things I hope. Enjoy!

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You’ve settled into the silence once Jason’s gone. You feel gross but you’re happy Jason got the toilet paper for you because you don’t think you would have remembered to wipe your mouth or blow your nose of the ick.

You still felt off and nausea settled low enough in your stomach that you didn’t feel like puking anymore. You were shaky, though. Could feel it in your bones and you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath. Without opening your eyes, you slide on your bum instead of your aching knees. You feel haphazardly for a wall and settle your back against it.

You don’t know how long you sat there before, there was a quiet knock on the door that you didn’t have the energy to stand for. As the slides open and closed, you squint your eyes just enough to see Jason. He sets things on the counter before he starts ruffling through the cabinets.

You close your eyes and just listen, content on being in Jason’s space. There’s an itch in your mind that you’re mad at him, but not at all of him, some part of him that you can’t seem to recollect anymore. You hear the sink run and then more quiet shuffling.

You feel his hand trace up your arm to your shoulder and you tip your head towards him with a hum, eyes still closed. You shiver at the press of a cold wet cloth to your chest in the space between your throat and the top of the dress.

You finally flutter your eyes to look at Jason where he crouches next to you.

“Tha’s cold, Jay,” you mutter in complaint. He gives you a soft smile before his hand leaves the cloth and presses to the side of your neck.

“It’s cause your warm, sweetheart.” He whispers and you barely catch it before you close your eyes again.

“I am warm,” You hum. His hand leaves you and you hear him moving around more. You shiver again as the cold of the clothe seeps into your chest.

Jason settles next to you again. You can feel the warmth of him as he presses his shoulder to yours. His hand gently wraps around your wrist and then he’s pressing something round and cold into your hand. You’re blink your eyes open to find a glass of water.

“You’ll have nasty hangover if we don’t keep you hydrated,” Jason tells you and you make the effort to hold the glass with two hands and bringing it to your lips. The moment the water hits your tongue, you feel like you’ve been without it for weeks. You take a few gulps of water before Jason is tugging the glass away from you.

“Your gonna hurt your stomach if you drink too fast.” You turn your head to look at him.

“I’m not hungover,” you insist, and Jason takes the glass from your shaky hands to set it on the ground.

“Not yet,” he adds. You weakly roll your eyes at his commentary.

“I can’t get hungover. I don’t drink.” You tell him and he pauses whatever movement he was set on. He stares at you and stares at you. “What?” you ask

“Why’d you throw up?” he asks instead of answering you. You shrug cause you’re not entirely sure.

“I think I might have the stomach flu. My head was fuzzy and then- Oh no I hope I don’t get anyone sick.” You cut yourself off. Jason shakes his head at you.

“What do you think a mimosa is?” he questions you and your brows furrow.

“Orange Juice,” you say with a surety.

“And champagne.” Jason adds

You shake your head and repeat yourself, “Orange juice.”

“And champagne.” He says again and you pout.

“Mimosa’s have champagne in them?” Jason nods at the question.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask voice getting weepy again. Jason shuffles closer to you. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you into his side.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I thought you knew.” You nuzzle your nose against him in distress before pulling back with a wrinkled nose. The nausea is back, all thanks to that smell.

“You don’t smell like Jason.”

“What?” Jason’s hand hovers where it had been wrapped around your shoulder as you glare at his shirt.

“You don’t smell like Jason” you repeat in a huff. You want to cuddle Jason, want to tuck yourself into his arms but you can't because he doesn’t smell the way he’s supposed to. Jason reaches for the collar of his shirt and tugs it to his nose. His eyes meet yours in understanding.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he pauses, and you can tell he’s mentally making a plan, “If you promise to stay here, I’ll go change my shirt.”

You pout at the offer, “can’t you stay here?”

Jason smiles at you, grabbing your hands to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“I can’t do both, it’ll be a minute.” Your eyes roll hard, hard enough that your head hits the wall behind you. Jason snorts at your wince before his hand comes to press at the back of your head.

“One minute. Don’t go anywhere.” He repeats to you.

“Fine” you huff and let your eyes close again leaning against the wall.

Jasons hands leave you and you hear the door open and close. It’s quiet for the most part, you can hear some of the music coming from the brunch filter through somewhere. Jason’s, again, not gone for very long. You feel it less than the minute he told you. You blink your eyes to look at him, still in his button but holding the red shirt he had originally been wearing on the ride over.

“That was fast,” you mumble.

“Alfred,” he tells you as he starts to unbutton his shirt. You hum, intent on asking about Alfred but your less then sober mind gets distracted as Jason undoes the top buttons of his shirt. You stare hard at the newly revealed skin of his chest. He pauses halfway down and glances at you.

“Sweetheart, no peeking.” He tells you which you think is dumb. He’d been walking around in nothing but a towel this morning. You bring your hands up to cover your eyes. The moment you hear him moving again, your fingers slide open enough for you to see through them.

In hindsight, you don’t think you weren’t very subtle if Jason’s laughter said anything. You treated with the same view you got earlier that morning. Bulky Jason Todd, bare chested and scarred. Your eyes track down that Y scar to his belly button and then you stare lower for much too long before Jason’s turning to grab at his new shirt.

You get a whole new view that you didn’t see this morning. Jason’s back. It should be criminal how good he looks, especially in just slacks. He’s well-built, even on his back, with dimples on his lower back. You pause, eye tracing up and down and you feel like you’re losing it because someone’s back has never been so attractive to you.

Your view is disrupted by red as he slides his shirt on and it makes you glare at where you had been staring, you’re really starting to not like red. Jason moves to sit next you again. He tugs your hands from your face where they weren’t doing anything.

“Better?” He asks you and your brows furrow.

“The shirt. Does it smell better?” He adds. You nod in understanding and tip towards him where you sit. It must be sudden enough to startle him as his hands shoot out to grab your shoulders as you press your face to the collar of the shirt. You breath deep through your nose before humming out contently.

“Much, much better,” You shift your entire body to be closer, pressed up against him. Your arms wrap around his waist in a hug as his arms slide around your shoulders and waist. Your legs, unintentionally and without thinking, end up across his lap. His hand stroked up and down your back as you nose at collar and neck before settling down.

****

Jason doesn’t know how long you two stay there. Long enough that you’ve nearly drifted to sleep. Eventually he hears what little music was seeping into the room stop. His hand pauses on your back only to gently nudge at your face. You blink up at him bleary eyed.

“I think the brunch is ending.” You pout at his words, and he has to will himself not to swipe a thumb over your lips

“I thought it was longer” you hand attempts to stroke at his face. You nearly poke his eye out if it weren’t for his hand wrapping around your wrist and tugging your hand down to his chest. Your thumb rubs there, over the autopsy scar. Jason has to tamp down the emotion that comes from it.

“I think it’s raining,” he guesses. The brunch was ending early, and it seems his hope about the rain clouds was coming true. You smile at him like you’re going to share a secret with him.

“I like when it rains,” you start, and he wants to laugh and tease you because it’s almost always raining in Gotham.

“It makes me think of you.” You add and Jason suddenly doesn’t feel like teasing.

“Why’s that?” He mumbles the question

“The first time we…” you pause like you’re trying to find the right word, brows scrunching, “went out,” you decide, “It was raining.”

Jason knows what you’re talking about. The first time he took you to Antonio’s to get chili dogs. He remembers the rain and he remembers stopping under the willow tree. You had been gorgeous, face flushed from running, skin damp from the sudden downpour. But the rain didn’t deter you, no, you had a wide grin as you looked at him. He had run away from you.

He thinks about that day a lot too, wishing he had stayed. Wishing he had just kissed you then. Told you it was a date and that he liked you beyond anything he had ever known. You didn’t hate Red Hood then. Things weren’t complicated.

“Yea it was raining,” he says. Jason doesn’t know what to do with you, with what you’re saying. You think about him when it rains, which is more often than not in Gotham. You told him outside you want to kiss him all the time.

It was starting to sound like you were on the same page as Jason when it came to how you feel about each other. But he was still lying to you, and he couldn’t shake some of the other things you had said in your drunken state.

Why did you leave me?

I like Red, I like you more.

What was he supposed to do with that? Did you know he was Red Hood? Or were you just letting your mouth run nonesense? You were going to be the end of him.

“Can we go stand in the rain again?” You ask quietly. You’re staring at him, like you’re searching for something that he’s not sure about.

“If you want to, honey” at his words you start to untangle yourself to stand. It takes Jason dragging you up and holding you for you to get stable. Once you’re good on your feet, you grin up at him.

“Will you call me baby again?” Jason can feel himself turning red at your request. He had called you that that day you stood in the rain together. It had been early, and he had panicked, but if the surprisingly seedy grin you were giving him now was anything to go by, you had liked it.

He shouldn’t feel embarrassed. He calls you sugar the way he does for the intent of nearly seducing you (trying to put on enough moves that hopefully you’ll actually make the big one hasn’t worked yet). You’re still looking at him, waiting, grin dropping slowly. Your face starts to morph into a frown and finds his eyes drawn to your lips as they pout. He shakes himself out of it to meet your eyes again. How could he ever say no to you?

“If that’s what you want,” your head tips towards him as you continue watch, continue to wait with that frown.

“Baby,” he adds. Your frown flips easily and you flush in spite of being the one that asked him to call you that.

“Let's go stand in the rain,” you say quietly, and you start to try to move him towards the door. He stops you with the intent to let you brush your teeth. You seem overjoyed with the notion, complaining with the toothbrush in your mouth, words he couldn’t understand.

It takes some awkward maneuvering to get you out the door, worse when he tries to move you through the kitchen. Clearly, your appetite has returned based on your haphazard reaching for food. He lets you steal some cheese and crackers before he’s shuffling you back outside.

True to his statement, it was raining, this rain was different than the one you had referred to. Then it was late fall, and the water was cold. Now with spring showers it wasn’t too bad. You step back on the grass, barefoot (He makes a mental note that he needed to find your shoes) and sigh as the rain hits your skin.

You walk further out into the rain and then your hand is swinging back, like it had earlier during your dress issue. Like you searching, reaching for something that you’re sure is there. Your fingers flex like you’re trying to grab something, and it takes Jason a moment to realize it’s him that you’re reaching for.

He wraps his hand around yours and lets you pull him forward into the direct spray of the rain. He drenched just like you in matter of seconds, but he can’t complain not when you’re pulling his arms to wrap around your shoulders so he could hug you from behind. Your head tips against his shoulder as you look up at the sky, only to close your eyes, just breathing.

He takes the time to stare at you like this, relaxed and comfortable. Your face twitches with every drop of rain but your lips have a faint smile. Between the rain, tears and puking your mascara has started to run. He follows the line down your cheek, your jaw, your throat. He wishes he hadn’t followed it, eyes now drawn to the rivets of water dripping from your neck down your chest and into your cleavage. His eyes stay for longer than necessary and he has to bite his tongue and stop thinking about what he’d rather be doing with it.

He feels gross thinking about you like that, and he wills his eyes back to your face, only to find you staring at him

“Sorry,” He mumbles, and that sleazy smile reappears on your lips.

“It’s okay, Jay baby. I like it when you look at me like that.”

You devil woman he thinks to himself. Jay baby, you said and took everything in him not to pull your warm body closer like some pervert. You’re the worst because beyond knowing the effect you have on Jason, you’ve clearly caught him staring at you during less appropriate times and hadn’t said anything before now.

He doesn’t know what to say to you because you’re still a little drunk and the things you’re telling him are probably not things you wanted him to know. So, like always with you, he hides. He noses into your hair behind your ear, where you can’t see his face. You let him, head tipping slightly. You don’t say anything else, seemingly content. That or you had already forgotten the conversation.

Your flinch suddenly, followed by a startled yelp has him pulling from his hiding spot. Your hands are pressed to your stomach and you’re looking at it like you’ve been shot. Which evidently you had been. By a water gun.

It doesn’t take long for his eyes to search through the rain to find his rambunctious siblings. Still in their brunch dress wear, attacking each other with water guns. A fit full giggle overtakes you and you’re leaning more against Jason as you throw your head back in laughter.

“I’ve been shot, Jay,” you say dramatically throwing your hand across your forehead, the picture of a fainting lady. Jason presses a kiss to your temple as your weight sags against him in show. He easily picks you up bridal style and you’re giggling again. He sets you on one of the nearby chairs, still in the rain.

“Don’t worry, baby,” you preen at the word, “I’ll avenge you.” He tells you before he races off to annihilate his siblings for shooting you (and getting you drunk) and for ruining whatever moment you two were having.

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You settle easily in your chair and take a moment to just enjoy the rain, your mind becoming clearer though not by much. You can’t help but smile at the yelling, screaming and screeching that comes from across the yard, sure that Jason was following through on his promise. You feel a little pleased with yourself, like you’ve already made good on your deal with Damian.

This is much more than staying for just a family dinner. You were going to make sure you two stayed the night tonight too. Not with intention but you think you might get sick again if you get on Jason’s bike (You also want to see the place where Jason grew up before he forceable drags you away).

The pattering rain against your skin slows and the previously warm rainwater starts to turn cold. You shiver and wonder if you should move inside but you don’t want to go anywhere without Jason.

“Far be it from Todd to leave a damsel in distress alone.” Your eyes slide open to look at Damian who looks as soaked to the bone as you.

“Hi Damian,” you smile then frown, “why aren’t you playing water guns with your family?”

“I do not play games often. They are of bad taste.” You don’t believe him but don’t interrupt, “Also Todd requested my weapon on accounts of revenge. I let him take it willingly. He also requested that I ensure you do not drown in a puddle.”

You giggle at both the statements and the flat way Damian says them, “one of your siblings shoots me and he thinks I’m gonna a drown in a puddle? I didn’t realize I’d become such a hazard.”

“I was the one that shot you.” Damian admits and you gasp dramatically, hand to your chest.

“How could you do this? I thought we were friends.” His lip quirks and you take it as a win.

“Todd was stressed. I saw him smoking again and I believe you are the issue. I simply gave him reason to leave you a moment.”

You don’t know if you should be upset or happy or neutral. You can admit you probably were a problem, unsure how to deal with your own drunkenness. But Damian going out of his way to make Jason play made you want to laugh.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you tell him.

“That is unnecessary, this is Brown’s fault. she was intent on getting you drunk.” Another scream from the yard has you both glancing up. With the rain clearing, you can see the fight more clearly. Jason had clearly managed to collect more than just Damian’s gun and was using that to his advantage.

You shiver again as a cold breeze whips through the air. Damian’s eye must catch it because he’s stepping close to you before he’s urging you out of your chair.

“I presume that ensuring you do not drown in a puddle includes stopping you from getting sick. We should go inside.” Despite Damian being literally smaller than you, he is also stronger than you anticipated. What was it with Jason’s family? Are they all secretly weightlifters?

You two easily work your way to the kitchen doors, Damian occasionally bumping you one way or the other. At the door, your greeted by an older man in a suit. You stare because he looks familiar. You squint at him as he offers a towel to Damian. With a smile, he turns to you, and you pinpoint who he is.

“Alfred?” you ask slowly. He seems pleased with your guess.

“Yes, miss. How are you feeling?” His British accent stuns you for a moment, not something you had expected from Jason’s grandfather. He’s wrapping a towel around your shoulders and ushering you in to the kitchen.

“I’ll be fine.” You say, feeling a little embarrassed with yourself, drunk and dripping water on the kitchen floors.

“She is still intoxicated, Pennyworth. And now cold as well. Todd left her in the rain.” Damian adds and you feel like he’s trying to throw Jason under the bus for something.

“it’s okay, I like the rain.” You say wiping the water from your face with the corner of your towel.

“You won’t like it if you are dying from pneumonia.” Damian argues. You meet Alfred’s eye and get the feeling that Damian’ attitude is fairly normal.

“Then a hot shower, perhaps?” Alfred offers to you, but it seems Damian is taking charge of taking care of you very seriously.

“A warm shower, Pennyworth. We do not want to burn her with her idle senses.” You snort at his demand before you’re turning on him.

“That’s not nice, Damian. Alfreds just trying to help.”

“Very well.” He sighs, “My apologize, Pennyworth.” You glance at Alfred and find a slightly shocked expression that he hides quickly (definitely a family thing then).

Alfred clears his throat, “I’ll gather things into the spare bedroom and bath for you then.”

“Wait, does-” you pause, “Does Jason have a room here at the manor?”

Alfred and Damian share a look you can’t quite decipher.

“Yes, but as I said earlier, he rarely stays.” Damian answers in suspicion.

“Oh, okay. You, well, you don’t have to prep anything, Alfred. I could just use Jason’s shower.” There’s a pause of silence following your words and you’re sure if your mind was entirely clear of alcohol it would have made you anxious.

“Very well, miss. Damian, will you show her to Jason’s room? There should already be towels and whatever else you need in there” Alfred finally speaks. Damian gives him a nod, and the boy is suddenly tugging you by your hand out of the kitchen.

You get distracted while he drags you. Wayne Manor is much larger than you had anticipated. You hadn’t seen even half of it in your earlier drunken wondering. Damian finally stops at an unassuming door, you nearly run into the poor boy. He seems only a little agitated by it.

“Todd does not like people in his room.” He states, still standing at the door.

“I thought you said he’s rarely here?”

“He is but he still does not like people in his room.” You stare at him a little unsure of why he’s telling you and then your mind connects the dots that this door is Jason’s room.

“I’ll tell you what I won’t tell Jason that you let me in his room if you don’t. Then he won’t have anyone to be mad at except me, the actual person in his room.” Damian’s lip twitches like he wants to laugh but stops himself.

“Clearly your logic receptors are still inhibited. That’s a horrendous plan.” Despite what he says he twists the nob to the door and lets you into the room. The room is as unassuming as the door was aside from the one wall that was just a bookcase. Unsurprising, you think, Jason would have a wall of books.

“I will stand guard here until I am asked otherwise,” Damian says standing the door. It makes you smile at him.

“Stand Guard? You think I’m going to be attacked by assassins or something?” you ask in a joking tone. Damian’s features darken slightly.

“Or something,” he mutters, and it makes you think you should be worried.

“You’re soaking wet too, Damian. Go shower and warm up. Nothing’s going to happen, okay?” he stares you down and you just stare back, no intention to argue with him on the matter.

“Very well. I will leave once you are in the bathroom.” He bargains and you think he’s lying to you for some unnerving reason.

“Okay,” you squint at him before taking the few steps over to the bathroom. You step inside and shut the door.

“Now go warm yourself up kid. I’ll be fine.” You shout through the door. Your greeted with silence and assume he left. (He didn’t.)

The bathroom is massive just like the room and everything else in the manor. It takes a couple of tries to figure out the faucet for the shower but once you do you give the water time to warm up. You look around, the countertop bare of products and you may or may not have nosed your way into some of the cabinets.

You slip out of the dress, choosing to slide the straps down instead of actually undoing the pretty bows, and step into the shower. This was what you were really curious about. What products did Jason Todd use in the shower?

Jason never let you buy anything different for your shower, no matter how many times you offered. He said he liked the way your stuff smelled and that it was fine with him. But Jason had his own distinct smell, one you couldn’t pinpoint but one you could recognize now that he was in your space as much as possible. You’re sure it was part of who he was and not shower products, but it doesn’t stop you from wondering.

You let out a loud laugh as your eyes land on the bottles in the shower. Was Jason a teenager? Axe body wash. You had brushed off the Axe body spray in the cabinets as some old can but to have axe body wash in the shower deemed otherwise. You were so going to tease him about this later.

You settle down, now warmed up, and take your time to shower using the overwhelming bodywash. You wonder if the Wayne kids were still out in the rain, shooting water guns. You smiled at the thought of the mischievous smile Jason had given you before he ran off. You felt happy, it could just be because you were drunk, but the Waynes were good people, you could tell. You liked being around them for the short while you had been.

Additional note: I don’t love the ending of the chapter, but I was trying to get her to Jason’s room for the next one. It feels a little stunted but whatever. I think I might have one or two more chapters at the manor and then we can move onto something else. These chapters are starting to wear me out a little bit, I think. I made them too long! Anyway, thanks for coming along the ride so far. Let me know what you think.

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killl-ka · 7 hours ago

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The feeling was mutual

Andre, as a honest employee, was trying to do their job properly, but a certain someone had other plans. Mischief ensues.

This scene is set in my "Playing house" sb universe, centered around my oc Andromeda (Andre) and my variant of Moon. But it can be read as a stand alone. I used this as a writing practice, my main goal was to set a dynamic between those two.

You can read it here or on my Ao3 blog///

word count: 900

Another mundane evening cleaning up this place. Andre is actually not the one to slack of during their job, but right now it sounded way too appealing.

New fluorescent lights were making loud buzzing noise that was making their eye twitch and the smell of cleaning products was too strong for their liking.

Thank god they had someone to spend time with, even if said someone is a sentient mute hunk of metal.

Even if it's awkward.

Someone was trying to sneak up on them, but was failing to do it properly. Its excitement was so apparent that it was laughable. The occasional jingle of bells was giving them away. Its steps, meaning to be careful and soundless, give a quiet echo across the area. Andre tries not to shake their shoulders too much and plays along.

They continue working with their back turned towards the robot, making themselves seem like perfect prey.

Currently the newbie was occupied with cleaning all the debris left after construction. All of the trash bags were already filled and waiting to be picked up. Pushing a cart along the way, Andre was picking up those heavy bags and tossing them in the cart, making loud thump noise.

Still aware of their secret admirer lurking behind, the janitor pretends they're in a need for a stretch, subtly turning their head to the left. Shoot, I can't see him from this angle,- they tensed -I'm not exited for another surprise tickle fight. Another jingle. And it's closer. Right after comes a static- a try at mischievous laughter. I won't go without a fight. They thought.

Picking a rag of a handle, as to wipe off some dirt from their hands, they practically feel the anticipation of a triumph radiating from the animatronic.

Now-

They harshly turn their upper body around to the right, their arm outstretched and swinging behind, throwing a wet rag with a slap right on Moon's optics. A garbled sound laced with surprise pierced the air. Focusing their gaze on him, Andre saw they acted just in time.

But joy doesn't last forever - that awkward position makes them lose balance and stumble backwards, right towards still stunned Moon.

Something rips.

In a moment, they both fall, Andre landing on top. Oof- well that was embarrassing. They lift their head, trying to look at Moon, and oh, what a sight. If it were possible, he's for sure would be pouting tight now. That rag slid down its face plate, allowing for his gaze to pierce them. With a jerk and a click, it rotates with a silent question.

"Y-you- don't look at me like that. You should have seen this coming." Rolling their eyes, Andre starts to get up, only to almost fall back again.

The machine held them down by their shoulder, and the left one firmly settled on their jaw, destroyed claws digging into skin. Moon turned their head to his left and- oh.

Oh.

Andre stared at ripped fabric of Moon's pant leg. It was already loose and stretched before, constantly pooling down, but right now it definitely was unsalvageable. Perhaps their stunt made him misstep on it. Not only did it tear, some of golden rows also unwound, loose ends are stretched across the floor. Moon lets go of their jaw, making a tsk sound like a parent scolding their child.

Forced laughter. "Look, man, no hard feelings, right?". Slap. Something wet. Sudden movement. Hard floor beneath them.

You bastard.

The same rag they used on Moon was laying on their face. They look up and see animatronic looming over them. It's hat almost tickling their nose. His eyes were sparkling. Fluorescent lights from above shaped his body, making his silent laughter apparent. Their cheeks burned.

"Alright, alright, you caught me, is that what you wanted from me? Can I get back to my work?,- face plate made a full rotation- "Is that a no? Come on, you can't keep me here forever." Still no response. They stare back at each other for another minute or two in total silence, not including a quiet whir from the animatronic's internals.

Seemingly done with whatever conflict it had on it's mind Moon gripped Andre's forearms firmly, easing his body slowly on their lap. Huh. That never happened before. "Hey, I just said you can't - oof" Moon completely settled his weight on their body with a thud, curling up a little. He batted his lashes at them innocently. And Andre stared right back, baffled by the whole situation. They hoped it didn't notice their heart beating a little faster.

And how long he was planning on staying like this?

They continue staring at him eyes wide, not knowing what to do. Maybe they should just accept it? Come to think of it, they vere a little ahead of the working plan and a little break wouldn't hurt. Okay.

"You know what? I'll humour you, but don't think too much of it. Got it? I don't want management to bite me in the ass for slacking off again."

Moon gave Andre a small nod before leaning closer to them. Its hands finally released their forearms to tuck them by the newbie's side.

Andre reluctantly circled their arms around his torso, palms sweaty. That earned them a cackle wich resulted in purring.

Andre slowly ran their palms across Moon's chassis.

Just humoring him. Of course.

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elviiiii-edda · 2 days ago

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The memory shifted, getting further away from Elvi, and into another universe. Another Nastya.

The crew of the Aurora ambled about, heading out of the loading dock and onto a grassy field. Jonny and Ashes lugged a black body bag off of the ship, faces grim. They dropped it onto the grass, pulling shovels out and approaching a nearby tree.

“She’d hate being put to rest like this.” Ashes muttered, eyeing the soil. Jonny let out a huff, picking up his shovel and digging it into the earth,

“Well, we can consider it one final ‘fuck you’, then.” He replied grimly, trying to keep the thickness out of his voice. His eyes were red from crying, though if anyone were to point it out, he’d shoot them in the head. “She decided to leave. She can deal with it.” Ashes glanced at him, before grabbing their own shovel and helping dig. The rest of the crew helped with the preparations, shuffling about quietly.

Marius hung back, hand on his pocket, eyes wet and staring at the ground. Ashes glanced up at him, dropping their shovel to the side and walking over to him. They pulled a stone out of their pocket, unseen words inscribed on it.

“Might take a bit, so…” They handed the stone- no, the gravemarker- to him. “Do your thing.” He stared at it for a second, before nodding.

“Thank you,” he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes. He clutched the gravemarker close to his chest, and they stepped away with a nod, going back to digging the grave.

Marius spent a bit wandering away from the group, looking through the nearby woods for the perfect spot. Finally, he found it: a small clearing, a skylight shining down onto the soft ground. He lowered himself onto his knees, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.

“I- don’t really know how to give a proper eulogy here.” He said into the woods, stone still clutched closely to his chest. “I- asked Ivy about Yggdrasilian mourning rituals, and everything. Wanted to do this in the way- in the way you would’ve wanted. In the way you would’ve been mourned, if- there was anyone you loved left to do it.” Tears gathered in his eyes, flowing down his cheeks and hitting the ground.

“She said that- cutting hair, or taking braids out, was a thing. Can’t really do that, though, unless I want to go completely bald.” his voice broke with the attempted joke. “It’s- I wish I’d actually learned about this stuff before, when you were her. Maybe- things could’ve been different. I don’t know. Maybe, if you survived, that’s what you're doing now. Morning everyone you lost. Doing- doing a better job than I am.”

He inhaled sharply. “I- really, really fucking hope you’re out there, somewhere. I hope that you got out, somehow. That you’re alright. I- maybe Ivy would spout some statistics about surviving, but you know what, fuck statistics. Maybe there��s basically no chance, but- I’ll hope anyway.” He closed his eyes, whispering. “I have to. Don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t have that.”

He wiped a few more tears from his eyes, sniffing a bit. He set the stone down on the ground. The inscription was clear now, highlighted by the sun.

In honor of Lyfrassir Edda. A love lost.

He inhaled shakily, tears hitting the ground around him, before letting out a shaky laugh. “Well- learning about mourning and all that, I- figured out something I really, really wished I knew before.” he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, sturdy box. He opened it briefly, revealing a shining dagger, gleaming in the sun. It was beautiful, silver, and engraved with bits of gold and sapphire

“It- explains your face when I gave it to you, I think. You looked so- flustered, and outraged, and confused, I- the only thing I thought at the time was how adorable you looked when you were blushing. I… didn’t learn until recently why you reacted like that, though.” he clutched the box to his chest, looking up to the sky. “I- I really, really wish I could’ve gotten that with you. I wish I could've known you. Really know you. Seen you smile, or heard you laugh, I- go on a date, learned how your hand would’ve felt in mine. But-” he sniffed. “You’re- gone now. Maybe forever, and- this is all I have left, really.”

He dug a small hole into the ground with his hands next to the gravemarker, big enough to put the box in. He didn’t notice the growing shouts and gunshots in the distance, or the sounds of boots trudging through the forest behind him.

He set the box with the dagger in the grave, hugging his arms around himself, and closing his eyes. “God, Lyf, I- I’m so sorry. I should’ve- should’ve done so many things.” he let out a wet laugh. “Warned you, told you the train was coming, told you how I felt, I- just wish we’d had more time at the very least. Wish I knew if you were okay or not.”

He breathed in. “If the world was perfect, this wouldn’t be our last goodbye. But- I don’t know if there’s a happy ending here. So- goodbye, Lyf. I lo-”

Marius was cut off suddenly by a gunshot. His eyes widened as the wound blossomed on his forehead, before he slumped over, dead, facefirst into the grave. Behind him, Nastya stood, eyes cold, gun still smoking. She tilted her head at Marius’s dead body, face tightening slightly as she inspected the scene. She let out a small hum, before lowering her gun and trudging past Marius, and the grave of Lyfrassir Edda.

The shuffle of memories is weak, flickering in and out. Some moments are so sharp they cut, others are barely more than impressions.

The strongest, the first to be seen, is drenched in blue and has a feeling like sticking your hand into crystal.

Lyf looks to be maybe 9 years old. They’re a scrawny kid, skinny and already starting to look exhausted. Maybe it’s the red rimming their eyes that makes them look so tired, though.

They’re sitting on a stool in front of a bathroom mirror, hair loose and falling around their face in shaggy curls. Behind them stands Elvi, a pair of scissors in hand. Her eyes are similarly red rimmed, but her face is tight, keeping the sorrow out of her gaze. She looks to be around 12, her hair trimmed short. Both of them are wearing dull green: the color of mourning.

Lyf doesn’t speak as she takes a strand of their hair and lifts the scissors. With a decisive snip, the strand falls to the floor.

They squeeze their eyes shut as she continues to cut their hair, trying to breathe slowly to keep from crying. Elvi is careful as she cuts it, making sure it’s still long enough to braid eventually.

The final cut is a fluffy bob, the curls almost hiding Lyf’s face. Elvi places the scissors down on the sink, letting out a breath. She ruffles their hair slightly, a typically playful gesture that seems to be more reassurance, now. Their face tightens, a couple tears slipping from their eyes, and hitting the floor.

Elvi crouched in front of them, just under eye level, holding out her arms. They practically fell into her, finally letting themself start to sob. She held them close, rubbing their back, and letting her own tears flow down her cheeks.

- @elviiiii-edda

Lyf watches the scene, this girl who they've never met cutting the hair of someone who looks so much like them. Whose memories are they watching now? Which Lyf's memories are they watching?

Who was lost?

Lyf finds themself wishing they could speak in these, yet they're sure they can't.

Unseen behind them is a young boy, trying his best to sort through glitchy and fading memories, trying his best to bring Lyfrassir through the memories of someone who is fading, trying his best to stabilize them.

#lyfralesbian #sindri edda sharkboy #ghost elvi

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faunandfloraas · 2 months ago

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Happy Cheating House...

#what they thought a handful of wet wipes would do...............#they're accomplices <3 conning puppy and kitty <3 detective ham <3 #im not doing any blurring bc A too much B i have to take the cat to the vet in 40 minutes but i had time to kill so lol #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #stray kids #skz #skz gifs #jesskz #happy house #skz code

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leatherbookmark · 2 months ago

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who the hell, if they have a dish soap bottle with a pump, gets a squeeze of the dish soap on the sponge by picking up the bottle, squeezing it in the process, and pressing the pump mid-air.......

#shrimp thoughts #i just discovered that my mother doing this is what fucked up our previous dish soap bottle #it wasn't the bottle's fault it was my mother being deranged. if you DO THAT the air gets out of the bottle -> there's not enough air ->#the pump also stops working correctly!#but my mother's got a really weird order of doing things when doing the dishes/washing her hands in general #before i told her there's a better way she used to wet her hands first and THEN reach for the soap dispenser & get water all over the sink #in the process. and of course i was the one cleaning limescale off the sink afterwards :')#it's driving me insane because again why would you renovate your flat if you just want to be a slob like before? you have to take care of #your shit if you don't want to 1. have it ugly 2. have to change it every couple of months/years. WIPE when something spills and SWEEP #when something... dry spills... but noooo let's put ugly plastic coasters all over our pretty furniture and call it a day.#my grandma does it too except with rags/towels instead of plastic coasters which looks even WORSE and is a bitch to clean. which is why #it doesn't get cleaned. and then it's time for the collective 'oh dear! why are there so many bugs in here!' CLEAN AND THERE WON'T BE.

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lxnarphase · 6 months ago

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━ ❝ OH, IT'S MINIKUNA ! ❞

✮₊‧⁺...content: heian era!sukuna x wife!reader, fluff, mentions of childbirth, sukuna is an overly proud father, sukuna is whipped for his wife

✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: based of this little blurbie and this one too !! needed some fluff with kuna bc he would love having a baby girl idc what anyone says !!! also i did my best describing the birthing process in a time accurate period but it's definitely a bit inaccurate because...i have never had a baby LOL

no one has ever seen sukuna ryomen, king of curses, wince before.

not until today, at the wrath of his pregnant wife who somehow got a hold of his fingers instead of his hand.

one of the nurses did warn him to not give you his finger and to ensure you always hold his hand. but by the gods, he swears you almost ripped his finger off.

it's cute to him, however, when you attempt to curse him out.

'gods, sukuna, i despise your entire being!'

'i know, my wife.'

'i should've never let you get me pregnant, you animal!'

'you begged for it, my wife.'

'i am never letting you bed me again, use your hand for the rest of your existence!'

'you can't keep your hands off me, my wife, no need to lie.'

but the sigh of relief, the way you instantly look down and coo once the sound of wailing filled the air...it makes him melt just a little bit.

he can't deny, seeing you in pain made him heated. it took everything in him not to kill every midwife, nurse, and lady-in-waiting in your birth room for not being able to make this process completely painless.

except chiyo. he would have to reward your personal physician for preparing you so well for this...

what did the old hag like again? wines, meats, gifts for her grandchildren back at home?

hm, yes, that would be great for her. of course, he'll say it was from you. the king of curses shows gratitude for no one.

he's pulled out of his thoughts at the hushed whispers once the other women exam the baby before following your unspoken request to hold your child.

"d-do you think lord sukuna will harm our lady for this...?"

"i hope not, surely he can make an exception, t-they both are still young and can always try for more!"

"but he's the king of curses, t-there no way he won't have a reaction!"

before he can demand what they find so important to discuss in front of you, chiyo hushes the girls with a wave of her hand, ushering the girls to help wipe off your sweat, tears, and clean off the baby—gentle like it's the finest glass, she instructs—before turning to sukuna with a knowing smile.

"well, your greatness...congratulations on having a healthy and gorgeous little girl," she hums, wiping her hands with a clean cloth before going to rinse her hands to help stitch any rips and clean you up.

the room falls silent aside from your soft little coos and the wails of your daughter as you brush the wet, fluffy hair on her little head.

all the women in the room continue to work, but it's clear they are silently waiting for his outburst.

everyone knows that a proper heir to any throne is a boy...but now, sukuna's first born child is a girl.

but rather angry, yelling, and threats to your and your child's life, the room is filled with Suku's booming laughter, which practically shakes the entire room.

instead of an enraged expression, pure delight, and excitement are painted on his face as he sits next to you on the soft cushiony bedding on the floor, his hand caressing the rounded cheek of your newborn.

"so, you've given me a girl," he hums in delight, all four of his eyes narrowing. "this will be the one who takes over my throne once i decide to step down?"

this thing, this tiny, itty bitty baby...came from you both? it's almost laughable how small this baby is compared to his hand, that something so little could be related to him.

she's...nothing short of perfect. "absolutely divine...she will not just be beautiful like her mother, but as powerful as both of us."

he's so proud of you and your child. he would shower your daughter with riches, love, and anything she could ever want and ask for.

but, he couldn't lie.

she's a damned fat baby, big head and all.

"sukuna, watch your mouth!"

he can't help but laugh, not realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. "what, it's a good thing! means she's healthy," he boasts with a grin, leaning down closer to see her better.

"she looks strong already. as soon as she is able, i will personally teach her how to be a truly malevolent little princess, how to properly slit the necks of her enemies, how to—!”

oh, he is so excited, it's adorable.

“sukuna, shush, i just gave birth to a child with a massive head like yours, give me a moment," you say with a light laugh, your smile still reaching your clearly tired eyes.

“…apologies, my wife.”

chiyo can't help but laugh with you she finishes applying the healing ointment on your lower body, using a bit of her cursed energy to speed up the healing process to help you skip any serious pain.

after all, nothing but the best physician for you in sukuna's palace.

"always such an excitable boy, my lord, ever since you were a young man," she hums, helping one of the midwives properly wrap your baby in the soft, clean cloth.

"be gentle with her," you instruct him, gently moving your arms toward him so he could take the little bundle. he's...nervous, but he hides it well.

you place your daughter in his arms and he looks down at her, suddenly conscious of how loud he's breathing. she's got his hair, still a bit wet but soft and fluffy. it's pink, just like his.

a pleased rumble vibrates his chest, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

but then...her eyes open.

both sets.

he almost didn't notice it at first, they're just so small, but they're there. the same color as yours, pretty and big, filled with so much life.

his eyes burn, vision getting blurry. no words come to his head, he can't think of anything to say. he's so caught up in his thought he doesn't even notice chiyo ushering the other girls in the room out and shutting the door before quietly tending to you with water or food.

she knows that look, you do as well. she's been around longer than uraume to know her master, knowing the king of curses since his young years as the unwanted child of the village, abandoned by his mother for his 'horrid' appearance.

she was lucky to have found him before the villagers got to him, torches, axes, pitchforks and daggers in hand to take care of the child who they believed to have brought misfortune to their home.

getting him to safety was one of the best decisions she'd ever made, king of curses or not. no child deserved to be abandoned like that. and now, he's seeing himself in that tiny little being in his arms right now...chiyo can only imagine what he's feeling.

so, out of respect, she keeps her gaze averted, pretending she does not see the misty gaze he gives your daughter. this is a moment for you and him, and she does her best to make all her movements as quiet as possible.

all sukuna can think about in this moment is how he used to be just as tiny as this. he was just as vulnerable in his mothers arms. he couldn't talk, couldn't speak, couldn't fend for himself.

yet, his parents looked down at him just like this and decided he was an abomination and didn't give him a chance.

but now?

sukuna knows he would never, ever let anything happen to this little bundle in his arms. he would rather destroy the entire planet before letting anything happen to his baby girl. no one would make his little one suffer and live to see another day.

he flinches just a little, feeling your soft hand rubbing his bicep. "it's okay, my love," you softly coo at him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye before it had a chance to drip down his cheek. "she's going to grow up feeling loved and cherished because she's got a great father."

"hmm..."

a smile crosses his features as he looks back down, looking at the squirming baby so makes a little noise before calming down when he strokes her little, chubby cheek again to keep her from crying again.

"and she's got a great mother. she'll be the most wonderful princess in all of history," he says with a toothy grin, chest rumbling with a laugh.

"aww, my love, that's so sweet..."

"seriously, though, how in hells did you squeeze this thing out of ya? thing's got the head of a watermelon."

"sukuna, give me back my baby, and chiyo? get this man some food to stuff in his mouth before he says something to warrent the rage of a new mother."

#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #˗ˏˋ ★ lxnarworks .ᐟ #sukuna ryomen x you #[🥩] sukuna .ᐟ

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itzpookiepooh · 1 month ago

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Gimme Kiss

You kiss him and then wipe it off

Zayne was about to leave for work when he kissed your forehead and you wiped it off. He stood there in confusion. Why would you do that?

“Im leaving for work.” He says slowly, his eyes not leaving your figure. “Okay! Have a great day, love you.” You kiss his lips only to wipe it off again.

The stare he gave you could put you in the hospital. He kissed your forehead again to which you wiped it off in disgust. You wiped your hands on your pants after as well. He just stared at you blankly, he doesn’t have time for this nor does he enjoy this.

The room felt icy as you look at your husband whose evol is 2 seconds from taking you out. You jump at his icy stare before rushing over to him and peppering him in kisses. He sighs in content his eyes fluttering shut as he finally places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Have a good day!” You smile nervously as you fix his tie.

That’s what he thought.

You kissed him softly and stepped back to wipe it off. He tilted his head in confusion. Why are you wiping away his kiss? Did his breath stink? Did he stink?

“Why are you doing that?” He asks genuinely. He breathes into his hand sniffing it. He just brushed his teeth what was the issue?

“Doing what?” You ask genuinely confused as you put hand sanitizer on. You went to walk away before you were pulled back by his evol. He’s immediately peppering you in kisses every time you wipe it off. You are basically being suffocated in wet kisses, you think you might even drown.

“If you wipe it off again I’ll do worse.” He threatens as he’s dipping you. You were surely getting a core workout in this position. Your whiny tone breaks through his muffled kisses, “It’s wet!”

You unconsciously wipe off the wet kisses making you freeze. Do you know what you got in return? He licked your whole cheek like a damn dog. You were so frozen in disgust you didn’t even notice he kissed your lips and left for work.

You were never doing that again.

You placed a kiss on his lips before his meeting. He smiled softly at you which was immediately wiped off his face when you did what you did. You wiped your lips harshly before turning to walk away. His evol engulfs you as he pulls you back to him. He kisses you passionately leaving you dizzy.

“Now, try wiping that off.” His rich laugh filling the hallway before he places on last kiss on the crown of your head.

You were so dazed that you could barely register what he said. You were stuck in the hallway wondering what went wrong with your prank.

You wiped off about 12 kisses at this point and if you thought that was stopping this bunny you were wrong. Every single one you wiped he replaced. Not an ounce of annoyance from his side. It was just this intense stare waiting for you to wipe it off again.

“Xavier please.” You begged sternly but he refused to stop if you were just going to cancel it out. You were more surprised at how relentless he was. Usually people left someone alone if the problem kept occurring but not Xavier.

“Then stop wiping it off.” He countered and in the end he won because he pinned you down so you wouldn’t wipe it off again. As revenge he drowned you in kisses.

He’s dramatic so when you did it the second time he assumed you hated him. He got on his hands and knees and gagged and dry heaved. You just stared at him with wide eyes. There was no way he was doing this right now.

“She hates me! She wants me to die!” He mumbled to himself making him look crazy.

What fixed it? Kissing him correctly only to end with him kissing you over 800 times. A bit of an exaggeration? Perhaps but your face felt like it was burning at this point.

“Rafayel, enough!” You yelled but that didn’t stop that fish from kissing you anywhere else.

You asked, I delivered 🤍

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purple-plum-petals · 6 months ago

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Hi!! I love your homicipher fics! Have you thought about writing nsfw hcs? Specifically for Mr. Crawling and Silvair? I hope your night / day is going well! :)

⊱ Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair ⊰ || NSFW Alphabet (A-Z) Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair (Homicipher/文字化化, Separate) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns, No Sex-Specific Genitalia is Mentioned but it was Written with an AFAB Reader in Mind) Warning(s): 18+ Content, Virgin Asexual Author, Cum Eating, Facials, Minor Objectification, Cuckoldry, Mutual Masturbation, Face-fucking, Sexual Fantasies, Tickling, Praise/Degradation Kink, Breeding Kink/Creampies, BDSM, Overstimulation, Orgasm Control/Denial, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Hair-pulling, Light Impact Play, Light Breathplay, Implied Cunnilingus/Blowjobs, Cock Warming, Mention/Discussion of Sex Toys… If I missed anything, please let me know! Genre: Headcanons, Smut (Minors Do Not Interact), Fluff Word Count: 7,200 words Request: “Hi!! I love your homicipher fics! Have you thought about writing nsfw hcs? Specifically for Mr. Crawling and Silvair? I hope your night / day is going well! :)” Author’s Note: I’m still very much working on getting better at writing spicier content, and I had no clue how to start writing these kinds of headcanons from scratch, so I went ahead and just filled out the NSFW Alphabet for both Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair as a jumping off point! It’s definitely interesting to think about how both of these characters would be in a sexually intimate setting, especially since – at least in my mind – they’d be quite different from each other in a variety of aspects even if they did have some overlap on a few of the points. I did my best to keep each of their headcanons at a similar word length (which was kind of hard to do with my Mr. Crawling bias, but I think I accomplished it haha). Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcanons! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

👣: Mr. Crawling is immensely clingy after having sex, holding onto you and pretty much refusing to let go as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck or your hair. While he doesn’t want to get up from the bed or leave after the two of you have been intimate, if you’re hungry or thirsty or if you want to go take a bath, he’s happy to go fetch you something to restore your energy or help you to the bathroom to clean up. He’s quite good at aftercare, even if he doesn’t realize what he’s doing counts as it. Mr. Crawling just likes making you feel good, and he wants to keep you safe and happy! His favorite thing to do is help you bathe; he enjoys the way the warm water feels on his skin while he washes your back for you.

💉: Mr. Silvair isn’t too affectionate after the two of you are intimate, but he’ll check up on you and ask if you need him to get you anything. If your wrists were rubbed raw from the restraints he had placed on you, he would make sure to carefully wrap gauze around your irritated skin. If you were thirsty or hungry, he would locate something safe for you to consume to get your strength back up. If you feel sticky or gross afterward, he’ll carefully wipe your body with a wet cloth to make sure you are clean and comfortable. He lets you sleep and typically goes about his own business. Sometimes, though, Mr. Silvair finds himself watching over you to make sure you’re breathing steadily, carefully combing his fingers through your hair.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t have a favorite part of your body since he honestly enjoys every aspect of you but, if he had to choose, he loves your hands. He knows that they can hurt people and cause a lot of pain, but he loves the way they feel when you cup his face to softly caress it or whenever you thread your fingers through his hair. For himself, Mr. Crawling loves his hair the most (I know it’s not technically a body part, but I think it makes the most sense for him); he pretty much melts whenever you play with it, and his head is quite sensitive, so he blue screens whenever you pull at his hair or rake your nails across his scalp. I also feel like Mr. Crawling would be proud of his arms since they’re fairly toned considering they’re his primary means of getting around. Because of his impressive strength, despite what his thinner frame may portray, he’s able to hold you up and move you around with relative ease (he 100% can manhandle you, but only will if you’re cool with it).

💉: Mr. Silvair finds every aspect of your body fascinating, and he could probably explain why each part of you was interesting from a medical perspective or that everything was pleasant to look at in one way or another. If he had to pick a favorite part of your body, though, he would have to say it’s your head (I know, kind of weird, but he does appreciate your intelligence and, well… Ending 06 is my other piece of reasoning haha). Specifically, though, he likes your mouth. He enjoys being able to hold your head in place while your jaw hangs open, all while he just goes to town while you drool and choke around his cock. Don’t worry, though – he’ll find some remedy to lessen the soreness you feel in your throat afterward. For himself, he’s quite proud of his hands. Mr. Silvair is skilled at many things, and being able to make you come undone with his fingers alone makes him feel a sense of power (plus, you called them pretty once, and it made him feel good).

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

👣: Mr. Crawling gets extremely flustered whenever he sees his cum on any part of your body, from your hair to your face to your stomach. The sight of it alone on your skin makes his brain short-circuit and body flare up – it only makes him want to touch you even more. He likes being able to clean you up, too, leaning forward before he runs his tongue along your body or face, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of his cum left on you (even if now it meant you were covered in saliva…). He doesn’t mind tasting himself, but it most certainly doesn’t compare to your flavor.

💉: I probably need to ask you to stay with me on this one, but I think Mr. Silvair would probably keep your cum stored away in a sample tube or something along those lines, having a desire to run tests on it to see what he could create. Views your cum as a valuable resource in his research...yay? Maybe he could even use your release to invent some kind of lubricant since that’s not easily accessible in the other world and make having sex much more streamlined… or he just keeps it around to show you later and see your reaction to the fact he keeps your cum stored away in his laboratory to tease you.

D: Dirty Secret

👣: The thought of taking you in public, in a space where no one but you could see him, makes his mind race and his body feel like it was on fire – this man can act like a feral dog sometimes. I mean, even you sometimes forgot he was there, unable to see his form unless you concentrated hard enough, so imagine if the two of you went out somewhere in public and he (with your consent, of course), just started touching you? Groping your ass, his face between your legs as he runs his hands along your inner thighs… no one can see that it’s him making your face flush and not the excuse of a fever you told the concerned stranger in the hopes they would leave you alone. When you half-heartedly glare at him to try and get him to lay off for a bit, he just laughs at your expression… how rude!

💉: Mr. Silvar wouldn’t be opposed to having a threesome with another resident of the other world. After all, he would be curious to see how differently you acted when another person was there with the two of you, or if your body reacted in an unlikely way if another were to touch you. While I will not write NSFW for Mr. Chopped (the power dynamic there isn’t my favorite thing in the world), he would be the one Mr. Silvair would feel most at ease sharing you with; Mr. Crawling or Mr. Hood would be his second and third choices respectively since he knows how deeply you trust them. He might not even partake in sex either, just sitting off to the side while he lets another use you like a toy. As long as you know your his, though, he doesn’t mind watching you enjoy yourself with another (he has to be there, though).

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

👣: Mr. Crawling has absolutely zero experience with this kind of stuff, so he would need someone willing to walk him through the whole process, show him what you like, and teach him what and what not to do. What he lacks in experience, though, he makes up for in pure enthusiasm. It’s quite flattering how determined he is when it comes to making you feel good, even if it’s a bit sloppy and unpracticed. His thrusts are extremely unpredictable, never quite finding their rhythm… It’s alright, though; he’ll definitely get better with more time and the more he gets to understand what your body likes. You just have to give him the time to improve, and he’ll be certain to leave you breathless.

💉: Mr. Silvair also has no experience when it comes to sex, or at least not any while he’s resided in the other world. He is a life-long learner through and through, though, and there’s nothing in the universe he’s not willing to learn about, especially if it has to do with humans and their anatomy. His thrusts are frighteningly accurate, being able to hit your most sensitive inner spots with ease to have you begging him to give you a moment to breathe. He’s an almost terrifyingly fast learner, too, being able to apply whatever new information he’s observed and gathered within moments. He can do it perfectly, too, and he does it in a way that has you questioning whether he was telling the truth when he said this was his first time doing anything like this.

F: Favorite Position

👣: When it comes to favorite positions, Mr. Crawling loves being able to hold you close to him while also being able to see your face (he has to kiss you during sex – sorry, I don’t make the rules). He enjoys the rocking horse position since it allows him to be able to hold you close while still being able to maintain eye contact with you and easily have access to cover your face in kisses. While he prefers being the one making you feel good, Mr. Crawling would also enjoy the cowgirl position. He’s happy to let you use him to your heart's content while being able to look up and soak in the pleased look that’s plastered across your features while you slam your hips up and down on his cock.

💉: Mr. Silvair personally enjoys the butterfly position, having you lay on your back atop his operation table all while he can watch and take mental notes on every single facial expression you make and every single twitch of your muscles while he drives you absolutely insane. He would also enjoy missionary, but he would spice it up a little bit by having your hands or wrists tied to something. After all, he doesn’t want you to touch him unless he says you can – just lay there quietly while he completely wrecks you with that annoyingly calm expression on his face. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy when you touch him, though. Mr. Silvair simply prefers being the one in charge and determining when and where you’re able to feel his skin beneath your hands.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

👣: Acts goofy most of the time during sex, even if he doesn’t mean to. He likes being able to make you happy, and he finds your laughter to be music to his ears. Sometimes you two will be having sex, and he’ll suddenly start giggling completely unprovoked, just finding the experience with you so joyful. Being with you in any capacity makes his chest feel light and fluttery as a sense of giddiness flows through his veins. He’ll wrap his arms around you and nuzzle into your neck, causing your body to spasm and tighten around him while his long hair drapes over you and tickles your skin. Overall, Mr. Crawling enjoys being more playful when the two of you are intimate since it adds to the overall experience for him.

💉: Prefers to be serious while having sex. He treats the whole process of intercourse like one would treat a research project which, honestly, can make you feel a bit annoyed in some instances (Mr. Silvair still doesn’t quite understand why, though). He’s methodical in everything he does, and being light-hearted or purposefully humorous isn’t high on his list of things to do. He has no problem if you want to be silly, however. He finds it cute when you try to see if you can make him chuckle. It endears you to him more, and it makes him want to keep you around for even longer. The only goofy thing he does is gently run his fingers up and down your sides while thrusting into you, finding the way your body wriggles and writhes away from his touch to be adorable.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

👣: I think Mr. Crawling would have fairly long hair beneath the metaphorical belt. His pubic hair would be thick, curly, and a very dark shade of black. He doesn’t really keep himself groomed (kind of hard to do in his world, plus it was never a priority for him), but if you would prefer him to keep it trimmed, he’d be happy to! He doesn’t care one way or another.

💉: Mr. Silvair comes off to me as someone who would enjoy keeping themselves groomed and their appearance well-maintained, and I mean every inch of his body. I think he would have either no pubic hair or pubic hair that was trimmed to be the perfect length. If he did have any hair below the belt, it would be a gray color, one that was a shade darker than his regular hair and wavy in texture.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

👣: One of the more human-like members of the cast when it comes to his affections; he’s as romantic as a non-human being can be. Mr. Crawling loves holding you close as he ruts into you like a wild dog, whispering praises against your skin. He even tries his best to learn phrases in your language so he can tell you how much you mean to him without you having to try and decipher it. He’s always so, so soft with you when you two are having sex. He’s honored that you’d let him have you in such a way, and finds your trust in him heartwarming – he trusts you, too, with his entire heart and soul.

💉: Mr. Silvair canonically doesn’t comprehend the concept of “liking” or loving someone, so that also translates into sex with him. All he knows is that he finds you entertaining to be around and that he’s somewhat endeared to you at this point. He’s not romantic but, in between teasing you and making you cry (whether it be in frustration or overstimulation), he’s checking in on you to make sure that you’re still comfortable. He knows sex can be invasive, and he’s aware of how much regard the act is held in by some people in your world, so he does his best to respect that... Even if he does need to check himself every now and again.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them masturbates much because they simply don’t have a desire or time to do so. Mr. Crawling would rather wait for you to be there so you two can enjoy yourselves together, and Mr. Silvair simply has more important matters to attend to. That’s not to say they never masturbate, though, it’s just typically a rare occurrence.

👣: Mr. Crawling typically masturbates by rutting up against something, like a pillow, rather than taking himself in his hand. His thoughts before meeting you were just focusing on the physical sensation of his cock sliding against the fabric of his clothing, but now he finds himself thinking of you – the way your voice sounds when you coo sweet words in his ear, the warmth of your body. Imagining your hands gently touching his chest and hips makes him cum right then and there, almost embarrassingly quickly… Yeah, he’s down bad.

💉: Mr. Silvair treats masturbating as a chore. He’d much rather be doing something else than leaning against the wall of his operation room while his hand goes absolutely ham on his dick. He knows which areas on his body get the most reaction, so he purposefully presses all of his buttons just so he can be done with it quicker. This doesn’t change after meeting and getting to be intimate with you, though, he still sees it as a chore… Just now he imagines cumming on your face or inside you whenever he finally reaches his climax.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

👣:

Mutual Masturbation: He likes spending time with you and doing things together, so why not spend some time watching each other explore yourselves? He likes observing you as you touch yourself, making mental notes of every spot on your body that have you biting your lip and furrowing your brows. While I wouldn’t say he’s into voyeurism since he does like being with you while you touch yourself instead of tucked away in the shadows just watching, he focuses more on the way your hands touch and caress your skin instead of focusing on the way he moves his hands across his body. Doesn’t last very long doing this, though, eventually pouncing on you and touching you himself.

Overstimulation (Giving): Mr. Crawling loves overstimulating you, even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it half of the time. He just enjoys seeing you become a blabbering mess all because of him; he takes great pride in being able to make you feel good. However, the first time you started crying because he was simply giving you too much, he felt so guilty – the poor man was on the verge of tears thinking he made you feel bad.

Praise Kink: While praising you is a bit more difficult considering the language barrier and the limited amount of words and phrases he has to choose from, he still loves doing it. Muttering against your skin how you’re doing such a good job, how he loves you so much, how you make him so happy. Mr. Crawling definitely makes sure to reassure you both inside and outside of the bedroom.

Hair Pulling (Receiving): He loves, loves, loves it whenever you take his hair in your hand and give it a firm tug. Mr. Crawling enjoys it whenever he’s going down on you and you take his hair into your hands and push him even closer, making him become fully immersed in your scent and taste.

Sensation Play: While Mr. Crawling may not enjoy more painful experiences, he does like general sensation play quite a bit. He likes the feeling of your breath fanning against his skin while you pepper his flesh with gentle kisses and nips. He enjoys tickling you while his hips sensually thrust in and out, feeling the way you squeeze around him as breathless and airy giggles escape past your lips. He loves whispering into your ear while running his tongue along it before taking your lobe between his teeth and lightly tugging.

💉:

Breeding Kink/Creampie: Mr. Silvair, after learning more about human reproduction, has a deep-seated curiosity regarding whether or not the two of you would be able to have offspring. That’s kind of what starts this particular kink for him – he wants to know if you both are sexually compatible in that aspect, and he is curious what the resulting child would look and act like if they were born in the other world. If you’re unable to give birth or get pregnant, even if his initial interest in breeding is certainly from a more scientific aspect, he still finds the image of you full of his seed while it drips down the curve of your ass to be quite arousing.

Bondage/Shibari (Giving): He enjoys tying you up and pinning you down, being able to have full control over you in the bedroom. He’s perfectly content if you agree to light bondage, like having your hands restrained, and would never ask you to do anything more than that. However, if you trust him enough and feel comfortable doing some more intense bondage, he’s not going to complain. Would definitely be interested in the art of shibari, finding the way the rope looks pressing into your skin tantalizing.

Orgasm Control/Denial (Giving): Another kink that feeds into his desire for control. Mr. Silvair enjoys being the one in charge of your release, and he likes seeing how far he can push you until you finally break and plead for him to let you cum. He loves seeing how stupid and desperate he can make you, sometimes with just his fingers alone.

Overstimulation (Giving): Much like orgasm control/denial, he likes pushing you to your breaking point. However, unlike the previous bullet, he likes seeing how much stimulation you can take until you’re crying for him to stop. He thinks it’s fascinating, seeing how quickly your desire for his touch can change – one moment you’re begging for him to touch you, and the next you’re weakly pushing his hand away. He does eventually relent, of course, but only after letting you cry for a bit.

Dacryphilia: There’s something about seeing your tear-streaked face that makes it feel like he’s just been hit with an arrow in his chest. It’s endearing and oh-so cute the way you look while you sob all because he’s making you feel that good. It makes him feel proud, in a way, seeing you in such a pathetic state all because of him.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

👣: He enjoys having sex with you on a bed (boring, I know), but he likes the softness of the mattress and the many pillows and blankets that can be used to bring even more comfort by keeping the heat from your bodies trapped. He also likes taking you in small, enclosed spaces, like an empty locker or cabinet (sorry folks with claustrophobia). Much like the reasoning with the bed, he likes how the smaller space forces you both to be immensely close to each other. Plus, these spaces bring him comfort, so why not mix the two things that make him feel safe together?

💉: Either in his laboratory/operation room or in one of the many different cages or prison cells that he has access to (bonus points if you allow him to chain you up hehe). Mr. Silvair doesn’t need a soft mattress or pillows to enjoy sex with you. He’s fine taking you on his operation table or the cold concrete floor of the small prison cell, even if your back moving up and down across the ground rubs your skin raw. He’ll patch you up after, no worries, but he doesn’t need a lot of bells and whistles to have an enjoyable time.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

👣: Sweet words and gentle touches. The other world is one full of violence and death, one where survival trumps all else. While there are entities like him who only resort to violence when either their safety or the safety of someone they’re fond of is in danger, it’s still not a happy or bright place to exist. Mr. Crawling does what he can to enjoy life, laughing in situations that probably aren’t even that funny just to try and make existing more enjoyable. Then you come along and make him feel cared for – loved – and safe, and he’s never been happier. Being able to lay with you, to feel you clench around his cock with your warmth while you pepper kisses across his face and let him know how good he is… Yeah, this is the life.

💉: Power and control. He enjoys being able to restrict your movement, being able to dictate when and where you’re allowed to cum and, if you disobey him, he’ll punish you with a sadistic smile on his face. However, he would be lying if he said that was all. Mr. Silvair thinks the fact you trust him with your safety – your life, your heart, your existence – gets him going, whether he realizes it or not. Trusting another in the other world showcases how much two people believe in the fact the other would not do anything to purposefully harm them, and you feel that way toward him (and he feels the same toward you). Whenever you call out his “name,” the one you had given him, he finds his hips unconsciously moving even faster at the sound...

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

👣: Anything involving pain would be a hard no for Mr. Crawling, both giving and receiving. Even though his senses are dull and what would be extremely painful for a human wouldn’t be for him, he still doesn’t particularly enjoy being harmed. When it comes to hurting you in any way, that’s pretty much something he will never concede on. He doesn’t want to do a single thing to hurt you, even if it’s an enjoyable kind of pain.

💉: Pretty much nothing is off the table for him – Mr. Silvair enjoys experimenting, and that’s no different for him in the bedroom. The only extremely hard no would be coprophilia since he just doesn’t see the appeal nor does he want to test to see if he would like it or not. I also feel like he wouldn’t necessarily want a bratty partner or a partner who is constantly trying to take control back in the bedroom.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

👣: Loves giving oral 101%, and he will give it to you anywhere – in public, in private, while you’re sleeping (with your consent, of course). Mr. Crawling adores having his mouth on you, being able to taste every single part of you while his tongue forces its way inside you, feeling your release dripping past his lips or dribbling down his chin… You taste good, too, better than anything he’s ever had before; he might get addicted to it, to be honest. He eats you out/blows you like a man starving, wanting a chance to have a taste and make you cry out his name while you pull harshly on his black locks and encourage him to keep going. He’s very enthusiastic about it, too, putting in so much effort and energy to get you cumming on his face or in his mouth.

💉: Prefers giving oral over receiving it, but it’s not his favorite thing to do either way. It’s nothing personal, he just prefers using his hands, his cock, or a toy to get you off rather than his mouth. If he does allow you to give him a blowjob, he’ll place a collar around your neck and pull on the chain if you get cheeky – after all, he’s the one in charge here. Mr. Silvair enjoys making you kneel in front of him, watching you with a small smile as you take him into your hands and pump once or twice before taking him into your mouth. If the rare occurrence happens when he gives you head, you better thank the universe. He looks so hot, holding your thighs apart while he slowly runs his tongue along your length/slit and teases you until you’re asking him to touch you more.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

👣: Enjoys the slower and sensual side of things, but he typically can’t control himself as soon as he’s inside of you, so he ends up being somewhat fast and rough (not all the time, though... his thrusts remain immensely unpredictable no matter what, and he never seems to find a good rhythm to follow). Mr. Crawling enjoys the intimacy of sex, and he finds comfort in the closeness of your bodies while you two are connected at the hips. He loves being able to hold your hands and place kisses across your cheeks. Sometimes, he’s so caught up in the act of showering you with words of praise and sweet displays of affection that he forgets the fact he’s currently inside you and is supposed to be moving. He does see the appeal of rougher sex, though – it makes him feel almost animalistic whenever you two decide to set the pace for the night.

💉: Mr. Silvair can quickly switch between the two, sometimes almost at a break-neck speed, to the point it feels like you got whiplash from the sudden change of deep and slow thrusts to fast and somehow even deeper ones (he’s very precise when it comes to hitting those sweet spots inside of you – it’s actually kind of terrifying how quickly he can locate them). He pretty much does whatever he thinks will get the most reaction out of your body and acts accordingly – nothing more, nothing less. He tends to prefer rougher and faster sex, enjoying the noises the quick snap of his hips can draw out of your mouth. However, sometimes, he finds himself preferring a slower and softer pace. This way, he’s able to focus on and truly soak in the expression on your face and appreciate the way your body feels under his palms (this sometimes just leads to you cock warming him).

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

👣: Mr. Crawling is down for anything at any time. Pretty much, if you ask him to have sex, he’ll happily do it for you. Need him to eat you out or give you a blowjob, he’ll gladly oblige! After all, he is always pretty much kneeling, so he’s not being made to go out of his way to do it (even if he would go out of his way to please you). Want something more than just his tongue? That’s perfectly fine, too! There’s a private room over there he’ll gladly take you in, or maybe you’d want to try doing it in the empty locker? He’ll try not to take too long, but it’s hard since he loves being able to enjoy you to the fullest. So, Mr. Crawling can do quickies for sure, but he likes being able to take his time with you.

💉: While he’s not opposed to quickies, he prefers being able to have proper sex with you to get the most out of it. After all, he can’t exactly see how long it takes for you to break or how much time it takes for you to start crying and babbling if you only have a few minutes to enjoy one another. However, he does make it a little challenge for himself to see how quickly he can get you to climax. Mr. Silvair will even make educated guesses on how fast you’ll finish just by making note of your current expression, body language, etc. He likes seeing how flustered you get if you think someone is going to enter the room the two of you are in, begging him to go faster which only makes him want to slow down – how mean!

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

👣: Mr. Crawling is down to experiment but, as stated before, he doesn’t want to try anything that causes him or you harm, even if pain is something you enjoy. He just has no desire to hurt you in any way, something which is quite different from other members of the cast who are definitely more sadistic (cough, Mr. Silvair and Mr. Machete, cough). I feel like he would be down to partake in certain aspects of BDSM, specifically B/D (bondage and discipline) and D/S (dominance and submission). He just wants to have a good time and be close to you, both physically and emotionally.

💉: 100% down to experiment with anything (except the previously mentioned coprophilia). If you wanted to try some breathplay or impact play or even blood play, he’d be down for it. I honestly think he would enjoy breathplay since it adds more to the differential in power that he enjoys so much (there’s also a stirring in his chest when he sees how much you trust him with your life, but shhh…). Mr. Silvair is a man hungry for information and new experiences, so yes, he’s willing to try a variety of different things even if they could potentially be dangerous – he’ll always make sure you return to your original form.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

👣 and 💉: Both of them are inhuman, which means that neither of them need any food, water, or rest to survive. Honestly, the two of them have unlimited amounts of stamina, and they can go for as long as you need them to (which could be two rounds or even eight – nothing is holding them back in the stamina department).

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them owns any toys because, well… you can’t access them easily in the other world. If they do end up there, though, they’re probably dirty or damaged beyond repair (please do not use nasty sex toys, people – infections and diseases are no joke).

👣: Mr. Crawling would be down to use toys on you! After all, why not? It’ll just make the experience more fun, right? You’ll probably have to explain what he’s supposed to do with them, though, since he’s not quite sure what some of them are for. If you want to use toys on him, he’s completely fine with that! Want to wear a strap and give him backshots? Go right ahead! Want to tape vibrators to him until he’s whining and writhing? He’d be happy to oblige! Overall, he’s pretty chill about it and is somewhat enthusiastic about adding toys into your sex life.

💉: Mr. Silvair enjoys using sex toys on you, some of his favorites being cock rings/chastity belts, strangely-shaped dildos, and vibrators. He loves being able to secure the variety of different vibrators he owns to your body, making sure to cover every erogenous zone he’s noted. He doesn’t typically want toys used on him (but he’d probably try out a variety of different sex toys on himself after a while, though, curious about how each of them felt or what they did), however, and the only one he’d be willing to use consistently would be fleshlights. He’d make you watch him use it, never once allowing you to use them on him.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

👣: Mr. Crawling is very fair, and he always makes sure to give you exactly what you want in the bedroom. However, that’s not to say he never teases you, he just doesn’t do it very frequently. Sometimes when he’s going down on you, he’ll pause his minstrations to nip at or kiss the fat of your thighs, keeping your hips held down so you can’t buck up against his mouth. When you start getting antsy, he just giggles at your expression before returning his attention to that oh-so-needy part of you.

💉: If the word unfair was personified, it would be Mr. Silvair. I’d argue teasing you and making you cry – either because you can’t cum or have cum ten times in a row – are the aspects of sex that he enjoys the most. Edging you is one of his favorite things, though, watching you whine and try to move your hips on your own when he stops moving… bad move, though, because now he’s just going to make you wait even longer for release.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

👣: He’s not loud, per se, but he does make quite a variety of different noises whenever the two of you are intimate. He whimpers and whines frequently while you’re having sex – they’re barely audible, high-pitched, and come out sounding as though he’s completely out of breath. Sometimes you wonder if he’s in pain with the noises he makes, but he’s not. He just really enjoys being able to feel you like this as he pants like a dog in heat.

💉: Completely quiet most of the time. Really, the only noises you’ll probably get out of him are barely audible sighs or the sound of his breathing hitching when he feels you stretch/tighten around him. It’s not that Mr. Silvair doesn’t enjoy having sex with you, he just doesn’t express that feeling verbally. You can tell in the way his hand squeezes the fat of your thigh or the way his hips stutter when he moves in and out that he’s having a good time.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

👣: Mr. Crawling loves taking showers or baths with you, though he leans more towards baths since it’s less painful on his joints (I headcanon that Mr. Crawling can stand, but walking for extended periods of time is painful for him – ambulatory wheelchair user Mr. Crawling when?). While yes, he can technically sit in the shower, having water spray his face isn’t exactly pleasant… He doesn’t view bathing with you as sexual, he just finds it relaxing as he helps you wash your back or you help him make sure all the soap is out of his hair. His favorite scent would have to be lavender – it’s very calming for him.

💉: He keeps a journal tucked away full of terms and gestures from your world. Mr. Silvair has a deep desire to understand humans and everything they have to offer, even if he believes it's from a stance of craving knowledge (really, he wants to be able to express his endearment of you in a manner you can understand). He has a page on kissing and different kinds of kisses, a page on gestures of endearment, another on hugging and cuddling… The fact that humans’ bodies release a hormone whenever they simply spend time to bond with another socially, a hormone that turns the dial on their brain for whatever emotion they’re currently experiencing, is fascinating to him.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

👣: Mr. Crawling is tall – and I mean extremely tall whenever he stands up (my man has got to at least be seven feet), so I can assume that he’s probably relatively proportionate under the belt. I feel like he would be big, almost concerningly so, clocking in at around 8 inches in length. Even though his size is impressive, his dick doesn’t have much girth to it and is on the thinner side, but it is thicker towards the base compared to the head (not that you can take all of him – you can certainly give it a try, though). It’s on the veinier side, too, with a very distinct and present one on the underside of his cock.

💉: Much like pretty much the entire cast, Mr. Silvair is also on the taller half of the height spectrum. However, I feel as though he would have a more modest, yet of course still impressive dick size. I imagine him to be 6 ½ inches in length and relatively thick from the base to the head with very little change in girth. Whenever you see his cock, you’re kind of awestruck for a moment because how can a man have such a nice-looking dick?? It doesn’t make sense! There’s barely any hair, there’s no visible veins or bumps, and it’s long and thick enough to drive you wild… Plus, it’s just really nice to look at, honestly.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

👣 and 💉: Okay, so I know others probably will not agree with me here… but I honestly don’t think anyone in the cast has much of a sex drive, let alone a high one. I mean, they’re not human, so their cultural/social norms are different than ours, and I wouldn’t hold them to “typical” human desires on a biological/psychological level either. As I said before, I doubt any of them have been laid because sex just isn’t something the residents in the other world partake in – they’re too busy killing/fighting others, eating humans who find themselves lost in the other world, etc. Is this my asexual and world-building brain working? Probably haha.

👣: Mr. Crawling really only wants sex whenever you want it, but he’s always enthusiastic and does get aroused whenever you ask if he wants to be intimate. While he does love feeling the warmth around his dick whenever you’re clamping down on him, almost like you were hugging him and not wanting to let him go, he enjoys the emotional connection during the moment more than anything else. I headcanon him (and all of the cast, to some degree) as existing somewhere on the aroace-spectrum. For Mr. Crawling, I see him as being reciproromantic/sexual with an average libido – he gets riled up whenever you’re riled up, though there are times he does get horny without you needing to do or say anything.

💉: Much like Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair will have sex if you ask him to – he’ll make you beg for it, though, so he’s not as nice as the former. He prefers the control/power he gets from having sex rather than the sole act of intercourse (not to say he doesn’t enjoy the feeling, though). Plus, he finds the activity interesting since he knows it’s something most humans partake in with one another for a variety of reasons, from procreation to recreation. If you ask him to have sex and he isn’t in the mood, he’ll just use his hands or some toys and play around with you until you’re satisfied. I headcanon Mr. Silvair as being quoiromantic and eegosexual with a low libido.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t need to sleep (you know… being non-human and all), but he’ll curl up next to you on the bed and hold your body close to his while pretending to sleep alongside you. It’s kind of adorable, the way his head is nuzzled under your neck while his legs and arms are wrapped around your body, holding you close to him like you were a bodypillow or large stuffed animal. While you sleep, though, he’ll eventually place his head against your chest, listening intently to the sound of your heartbeat and the feeling of your chest rising and falling with each breath. Moments like this, laying there with you in silence, make his mind wander to scenarios with you he’ll never be able to fully experience.

💉: Does not rest often, finding it a waste of time that could be spent doing something else. He understands you need your sleep, though, so he lets you do it in peace after you both have had sex. Mr. Silvair always manages to somehow make sure you have enough pillows to keep you comfortable or blankets to keep you from getting cold (you can’t help but wonder where he finds clean linens in such a grimy place…). Occasionally, however, he finds himself sitting next to you on the bed, fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair before he pulls his hand back as though you had burnt him – he doesn’t understand it, and he’s desperate to figure out an answer.

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I've been playing with a no-one-knows AU where Danny has been married to Jason for years but hasn't told him his secret. Jason knows that Danny isn't human, but hasn't pressed because Danny is so terrified when he approaches the topic. The Batfamily do not know.

Presently, the GIW are in Gotham and closing in, and the Box Ghost has come to Danny seeking help.

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“You’re a ghost,” Jason said gently, pulling one of Danny’s hands away from his face to wrap it in his own. Danny let him. “Aren’t you?”

Danny’s breath hitched again.

Surprisingly, the Box Ghost looked almost as horrified as Danny.

“What? NO! I, the BOX GHOST, would not out Danny Fenton to his human family! For he is as human as I once was!” He flailed his arms in blatant panic. “There is nothing to reveal, for Danny Fenton is most certainly NOT a ghost!”

“What’s wrong with Danny being a ghost?” Box Lunch wanted to know, tilting her head up to peer up at her father in confusion. “Is it a secret?”

“BOX LUNCH!” the Box Ghost wailed, every inch a mortified parent.

“Yes, it was, or your father would not be so blatantly lying about it,” Damian told her, taking pity on the child ghost.

“Oh!” Box Lunch nodded seriously. “Danny isn’t a ghost!”

Danny let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and then started to cry, gasping quietly with tears pouring down his face, hunched down to hide from them. He didn’t pull his hand out of Jason’s.

“It is no longer a secret here, as it has become apparent,” Damian elaborated.

Box Lunch scrunched up her nose. “Oh.”

“Ghosts are not bad,” Cass said softly, “if ghosts are Danny.”

“Danny.” Jason scooted closer and pulled Danny against him, and Danny let him, pressing into him without unwinding at all. “Danny, I already knew. I’ve known for years.” Danny tilted his head up to give him an incredulous look, and Jason grinned at him. “You’re not good at hiding it, stardust. Your freckles glow when you’re excited and your eyes flash green when you’re frustrated. You walk through closed doors when you’re sleepy and things fall through your hands when people startle you. I’ve known you aren’t human since we moved in together.”

“…Oh,” Danny murmured, guilt and relief and wonder swirling together in his still-wet eyes.

“Phantom!” the Box Ghost scolded. Jason took note of the sudden change in address. “You are the worst secret keeper ever!”

“Shut up, Boxy,” Danny snapped. He pulled away from Jason and wiped his eyes, sniffling. Their hands stayed locked together. “We, we need to hide you and bitty-bite b-before we talk about this any more. I wasn’t joking about the Guys in White.”

The Box Ghost flapped his arms dismissively. “They will not find us! They are looking for YOU, and their instruments will not be prepared for such subtle spirits as Box Lunch and I!”

“They are looking for me while I am hiding,” Danny said, soft but barbed. He wiped his face again and turned around to better face the other ghost, glaring sharply. “Something I am well known to be very good at. Far better at than you.”

The Box Ghost went so pale he was almost translucent.

“You don’t look like a ghost at all,” Tim said, studying Danny. “Your skin is pink, you don’t glow… most of the time, no pointed ears or fangs. Your eyes are normal.” His eyes narrowed. “Is this… not your natural appearance?”

Danny flinched. “I… I…” He swallowed, staring at nothing, and then forced his attention back onto the Box Ghost. “Your base signatures are pretty low. If you stop using your powers and suppress your auras as much as you can, you can probably bring them low enough to hide.”

No answers would be forthcoming for now, Jason understood. He signaled sharply to Bruce and Tim, the most likely to try to interrupt. Wait. Time-sensitive, finish operation before proceeding.

Bruce didn’t look pleased, but he nodded sharply. Tim just watched, thoughtful eyes fixed on Danny. Damian was scowling, Dick frowning faintly, but Cass’ curiosity looked borderline idle. Jason watched Danny interact with the other ghost with a healthy blend of interest and concern, and tried not to wonder if Tim was right.

“Box Lunch, do you know how to land?” Danny asked. It seemed like a silly question until Box Lunch wrinkled her nose and cocked her head.

“Land?” she asked, audibly uncertain. For that matter, her father looked vaguely baffled too. “Like… with my feet? On the floor?”

Danny managed a smile and nodded. Box Lunch eyed the floor, then drifted down to hover at floor level. “Like this?”

“Not exactly,” Danny said, sounding more fond than anything. He slid off the bar stool and knelt down in front of Box Lunch. Jason couldn’t look away; he’d been deprived of any open knowledge of Danny’s nonhuman side for so long that his curiosity was damn near insatiable now. And Danny teaching a kid of his species? That was doing things to Jason. Good things. “Close your eyes.” Box Lunch did. “Feel the energy in the air. Do you feel gravity? Do you sense how it pulls things down?” She nodded uncertainly. “Hold onto that feeling. Let it hold onto you. Do you feel it?” Nod. “Good. Now- let go of the sky.”

The instructions didn’t make a lick of sense to Jason, but Box Lunch dropped right out of the air and landed on her feet. Her eyes flew open, and she pinwheeled dramatically until Danny caught her.

“Ahh!” she squealed, looking dismayed. “I’m heavy!”

Danny chuckled. “No, bitty-bite, you’re still light as a feather.” He picked Box Lunch up and held her out in front of him, smiling. She squealed again, kicking her feet, her eyes bright with delight. “Good job. Do you think you can hold that?”

“Um, sure,” she mumbled, not looking at all sure.

The Box Ghost landed on the floor with a grunt - Jason suspected that he’d been listening to Danny’s instructions too. He held out his arms for Box Lunch, and Danny handed her over willingly.

“Now what?” the Box Ghost asked tentatively, staring at the floor like it would eat him. Yeah, Jason could definitely believe that he’d never landed before either.

“Now, you listen to me,” Danny said seriously. He reached out and grabbed Box Ghost’s arm, demanding his attention, and forced eye contact. From the Box Ghost’s wide eyes, this behavior was as new to him as it was to Jason. But then Danny continued, speaking as firmly as if he were willing his words into existence. “You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost.” Understanding flickered across the Box Ghost’s face, and he screwed his eyes shut. His glow started to dim. “You are solid. You are heavy. You are warm. You are made of flesh, blood, and bone. You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost. You are human.”

The Box Ghost’s glow receded and disappeared. Except for his blue skin, he almost looked human now. He opened his eyes uncertainly, and Danny gave him a weary smile and a nod, letting go of his arm and leaning back.

“But what about Box Lunch?” the Box Ghost asked anxiously, looking down at Box Lunch. She’d squeezed her eyes shut to try and follow Danny’s instructions, but didn’t seem to be meeting with the same success.

Danny sighed. “I’m not sure how to explain it to her,” he admitted, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he looked at the little girl with worry. She opened her eyes and gave him an anxious look, and Danny gave her a small smile. “It’s not your fault, bitty-bite. It’s just… you’ve always been a ghost, so you don’t have your dad’s memories of what it felt like to be human.”

Box Lunch stomped her feet. “I can pretend!”

“Then pretend,” Danny said seriously. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just do your best.”

“Wehh!” Box Lunch flailed her arms, brow furrowed in concentration. “I am human! My body is super solid and I crash into things a lot! And I run around on the ground and eat human food! Fear me!”

It was so cute that Jason muffled a laugh, and he wasn’t the only one. Box Lunch ran a circle around the floor, then crashed into a wall on purpose and bounced off, giggling. Even Bruce’s hard expression softened into a fond look.

“That should keep you off the sensors,” Danny said to the Box Ghost, voice low. Something about his eyes looked exhausted. “Just make sure Box Lunch maintains it. Maybe keep playing human with her.”

The Box Ghost nodded uncertainly. “Thank you, Phantom,” he said quietly. “I know that we can count on you.”

#yes i am sharing this excerpt EXCLUSIVELY because of the box lunch bits #she's just very cute in this okay #dpxdc #danny fenton #jason todd #dead on main #box ghost #box lunch #my writing

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nochepsicodelica · 8 months ago

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Perv Toji thoughts in the brain 😔 Fed you guys the fluffy pieces, now i'm thinking of the little weirdo in him.

Suggestive

Perv!Toji who slips his thumb past your lips when you start drooling after falling asleep on him. He wipes the drool that seeped out of the corner of your mouth before gently pushing down on the plush of your bottom lip and easing the digit into your slightly parted lips. His eyes remain lidded as he feels your soft, wet tongue with the pad of his thumb, and when you start to stir, he coos at you, soft murmurs of, "sleepy princess" and "I got you, baby". He's got the most satisfied look on his face when you don't question why his thumb is in your mouth, too tired to even bother.

Perv!Toji who cancels his gym membership and starts working out at home, because you said you wanted to join him in his workouts. He could never say no to something like that. This is just something else you can do together, but it'll have to be an at home thing, because he can't have people ogling you the way he does when he puts you to work. He won't make you do his exact intense routine, but he does push you to the point where you break a sweat. It's a must. He slowly walks around you, observing his favorite parts of your body as you do the warm ups he instructed you to do. Jumping jacks are one of his favorite things to watch you do. He likes watching your boobs and ass bounce, and because it's not just a simple set of ten or fifteen, you end up panting, a sound that sends his blood rushing down, down, down. When you get tired, he does the parts of his routine that he exempts you from. He has you sit on his lap while he does bench presses, he does his pushups, but he wants you wrapped around him as he does them, and so on. Everything is skin to skin because he's not gonna have you just sit there and watch when you have a better purpose.

Perv!Toji who can't hold consistent eye contact with you when you go braless and your nipples are poking through your shirt. He understands, from the many times you've said it out loud, that not all bras are comfortable. The prettiest ones, some of his favorites even, are usually the least comfortable to wear. They're a courtesy to the rest of the world, but when you're walking around at home, you free your chest from those constraints and he has absolutely no complaints about it. "Free those puppies" is a recurring line of his, and when you do get the bra off, your boobs instantly attract his attention, like they're magnets to his eyes. Sometimes his intrusive thoughts win and he'll reach out and grab a handful of tit. He's definitely not shy about it, either. He knows his hands are better than any bra you own. He can hold onto your tits and never get tired, he offers great support for your back when he's behind you, and massages are included <3

Perv!Toji who has the weirdest obsession with your tummy. He's constantly rubbing and pinching the soft flesh as a form of stress relief. The area is never clear of hickeys, there always has to be at least three on that part of you because he can't be gentle when he's kissing that area. I don't know, he's just internally feral about it and sometimes those feral feelings start to trickle out. Loves when you eat a good amount of food and you get a little belly. He's constantly thinking of putting a baby in you, so when your stomach protrudes that way with a food baby, it gives him the illusion of what you would look like in the early stages of carrying his baby.

That's all for now, buh-bye <3

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chastiefoul · 8 months ago

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jjk men coming home and finding you crying

ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji fluff and comfort

gojo satoru

you wiped your eyes quickly as you heard the door opened. you took a deep breath, making sure your voice didn’t come as shaky as you said, “welcome home, toru.” with a big grin and the usual paper bag filled with sweets on his right hand he planted a kiss on your head. “i’m home baby.”

you were just about to let out a sigh of relief when satoru suddenly knelt in front of you who’s on the couch, blindfold off as his blue eyes stared as if seeing right through you. “what’s wrong?” he said softly, his knuckles brushing over your cheek with such a careful gesture. “what do you mean?” you tilted your head, cringing inside at the bad feign. “you can’t fool my six eyes, baby. also what kind of boyfriend i’ll be if i can’t even notice when my girl is sad?”

you tried to form a sentence to say as an excuse but the kisses he peppered across your face wasn’t really helping. you chuckled as you whine softly, “toruu.” the white-haired man cupped your face, a gorgeous smile on his face. “my favorite sound, baby,” he said, kissing your lips. “tell me? pleaseeee.” you laughed once more at his emphasis at the last word. “it’s really nothing, toru.”

“i love listening to nothing. we even have some sweets here as snacks,” he said, opening the paper bag excitedly. “i think you just want an excuse to eat it at 8 pm,” you raised an eyebrow, as he grinned. “nonsense, baby. now c’mere, let me hold you while you tell your story.” he put you between his legs, your back resting on his broad chest comfortably. you sighed out of wonderment, thinking how you could be so lucky, being this loved by the man.

“here, pick whatever. this one is my favorite,” he rummaged through the bag that’s on your lap. you looked at him with fondness as his face leaned in beside you to see better. “yeah? you’ll give me your favorite?”

“there’s nothing in the world that you can’t get, baby.” he kissed the side of your face. “now start from the very beginning.”

geto suguru

“if you thought you were doing a great job hiding those tears i have some news for you sweet girl,” geto’s voice was gentle on your ear as he wipe the wet residue underneath your eyes with the inner sleeve of his robe. “i wasn’t really hiding it,” you frowned, somehow not liking the fact that he noticed your little moment of weakness. “yeah? so you were just rubbing your eyes all rough like that for no reason?” he gave you a little smile.

yeah, it was a battle you had lost from start.

he put his arms around you, rubbing your back in a soothing pattern. “what’s wrong baby, everything okay?” you melted right into his touch, resting your head on his chest right on the calming beating of his heart. “yeah, it’s not really a big deal,” you mumbled, your low spirit was really affecting him more than he would ever let you know. his hand kept moving as he once again kissed the side of your head, a low chuckled escaped him. “you’re cute when you think you have a choice on telling me what had upset you.”

you laughed softly at his playfulness, knowing full well to you’ll end up telling your boyfriend everything. “you’re right. but can i tell you later?” you asked, wanting just this peaceful moment to last just a little longer as you held him tight.

“’course baby, got all the time in the world for you.”

nanami kento

nanami already knew that something was off when the house felt a little quiet as he arrived. and then he found you hunched over as you stood behind the kitchen counter. “honey?” you wiped your eyes with what you thought was the speed of sound but it was clear to both of you that you had been crying. “hi ken, how was work?” you replied with a small voice, a smile nanami didn’t particularly like plastered on your face; only because it seemed forced.

“oh no, we’re not breezing past it. come here my love.” and his embrace enveloped you like a dream, all warm and perfect. he stroke your hair ever so softly as he whispered sweet nothings. when you calmed down a little he sneaked a hand under your jaw, rubbing his thumb on your cheek gently, a gesture with amount of love you could only guess. “what’s wrong, hm?” he questioned you, his eyes shone with adoration; there’s only you in that moment.

“i’m okay, ken. more importantly aren’t you tired from work?” there’s a deep crease between the blond’s man eyebrows he heard you say this, as if that was the most offensive thing he had ever heard from you. “’more importantly?’ there could be nothing that’s more important than you, dear,” he said, knowing that concern was from a good place, like he was worrying over you, of course you would fuss over him who just came home from work.

“still…” you hesitated, but he kissed it out of you quickly. “want me to prepare you a bath, love? you know i can get the perfect temperature for you,” he whispered, coaxing you. and he was right, even sometimes he would get it right more often than you. before you could even mumble out another excuse he continued. “and while you do that i’ll prepare dinner, okay? i’m sure there’re still some ingredients left to make that nice meal you like.”

“no, i couldn’t possibly let you do all the work ken-“

“love, i’m here. you can relax, okay? you always do so much for me, let me do this for you,” he reassured you, cupping your face as he trailed your cheeks with soft kisses. you’re still not convinced, as he smiled over your great concern. “do this for me, please?” he tried once more and there’s no way you could refuse that. you nodded, feeling another wave of tears coming out of gratitude for your boyfriend., “thank you ken, i love you so much.”

“i love you too. and when you’re ready to talk, i’m here okay? always.”

toji fushiguro

he lifted you up, your leg instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist as he grabbed both of your thighs to support you. you tighten the hold of your arms around his neck, resting your head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer to his neck; not wanting him to see your post-crying face.

he sat you on the kitchen counter, putting both of his hands on the hard surface, on either side of your body practically refraining you to run away. “what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asked you who’s currently staring at the fingers on your lap as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. he kissed your shoulder blade, intentionally lingering a little long to hopefully calm your nerves. “nothing, i guess,” you answered nonchalantly, like detaching yourself. “you’re shit at lying babe, you know that right? look at the frown that you’re wearing right now, it’s almost touching the floor,” he said as he kissed your neck next. “mean,” you meant to frown, and you realized you were already doing that for the past hour. fine, maybe he had a point, so what?

“nah, what’s mean is when my girl won’t even tell me what made her upset,” he said, tilting his head confidently, his big hand on your waist as he rubbed your side. the look on his face was enough to make you relent. “fine… you’ll force it out of me sooner or later anyways,” you mumbled as he smiled, knowing that you needed a little push is all to sound your worries. “atta girl.”

“tell me all ‘bout it yeah? don’t leave out a single detail. then maybe if you’re up for it, i can show you that i got many ways to cheer you up,”

#jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #suguru fluff #suguru x reader #geto x reader #nanami fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jjk toji #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fluff

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ebodebo · 10 months ago

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Ghost Garage

—mechanic!simon riley fucking you in his car garage because you couldn’t afford to pay for his services:(( MDNI ofc

“You’re lookin’ at six thousand for a new engine,” Simon says thoughtfully, scribbling a collection of messy additions in his notebook. “And if you’re lookin’ to do just one set of brake pads and rotors,” he says, scribbling some more, “lookin’ at six hundred even for those.”

Your eyes widen at his words because how the fuck were you ever going to be able to afford this? You swallow hard, pondering your following words. “Do you do discounts or something?” You’re sure you sound like an idiot, but you’re desperate.

The corner of his lip quirks at your question as his eyes stay glued to the notebook paper, still scribbling. “No. Still no discounts ere’,” he says, capping his pen, finally looking at you.

You fidget with your hands, eyes on his. “I—um…there’s no way I can…” you begin, turning your gaze away from him, feeling bashful, “…afford that.” Even though you had come to Simon’s garage before, this was just the first time you outwardly told him you couldn’t afford his services.

He leans back in his chair, the base squeaking a little. “Do ya’know how dangerous it is to drive with worn-out brake pads?” he states, placing the pen in his mouth, awaiting your response.

“Yes. I’m aware, but—” you begin, only for him to interrupt.

“But nothin’,” he calmly says, shifty in the chair, eyes shamelessly dragging down your body. You pretend not to notice even though it invokes an immeasurable amount of wetness to gather in your panties.

He can tell you’re nervous—your body language says it all. Clammy hands you wipe off on your jeans every so often, you’re avoiding direct eye contact with him, and the fact he can hear your heartbeat from where he sits.

He shouldn’t even have unholy thoughts of you come across his mind. But, shocker, he did. Every night from the time you first went to the shop all of those four months ago, he would fist himself in the shower thinking about you.

You, who always had that doe-eyed, glossed-over expression. You, who always had to bring Simon a sweet treat when you came, whether it be candy or some fresh-baked cookies you prepared. Oh, and you, who would hug him after he did your car inspections. Ya, he thought about that one a lot.

He considers your predicament. He has a solution, but it’s risky—perhaps too risky?

Eh, Fuck it. What’s he got to lose?

“Tell ya what,” he starts, standing up from his chair and grabbing the notebook paper with the numbers. “I’ll throw this ere’ piece of paper in the trash—hell, I’ll burn it,” he cocks a brow, “If you do somethin’ for me.” He hovers the small, intimidating piece of paper over a small trash can.

“Anything,” you say, desperation coating your voice. He hums, ducking his head to stare at the trashcan.

“I wouldn’t say that,” he says, followed by a gravelly laugh. You gulp, waiting for him to explain.

“I want somethin’ from ya,” he finally looks up at you, wiping his mask-less jaw with his hand. “Somethin’ that isn’t…money.”

You slightly confound your head. “Like I said…anything,” you amend.

He sticks his tongue in his cheek, drops the tainted paper into the trash, and then takes slow, deliberate steps towards you.

You inhale as he stands before you, unsure of his intentions. Exhaling sharply only when he brings his thumb up, dragging it delicately across your jaw, tilting it up so you are looking at him.

“I think we could figure out a way for you to get that work paid in full,” he rumbles, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. “And a way I could feel that pretty pussy around me.”

Your eyes widen at his words, dumbfounded by his sheer bluntness and vulgarity. Though you admit, you feel a knot start to form in your lower stomach and more wetness pool between your thighs.

“Unless you don’t want to?” His tone his monotone, no signs of resentment as he drops his hand from your face.

“No—I do,” you affirm, even grabbing his hand and then dropping it from embarrassment. “I just didn’t think…you, uh, liked me like that,” you mutter, shifting on your feet and shifting your gaze to the concrete floor you both stand on.

“Oh, trust me. I like you like that,” he laughs lowly, stepping closer to you, bringing his hand back to the same spot to brush his finger against your pouty lip. “Can I?” He questions his gaze on your lips. You nod, standing on your tiptoes, gripping his neck, and bringing his lips to yours. You could taste remnants of cigarette smoke and the icy tang of Nicorette mint gum.

The kiss quickly became full of fervent urgency. Sloppy lips sucking your own, hands aimlessly gripping any piece of flesh it could, and teeth frantically clashing with your own.

“You do this with all your clientele?” you tease as Simon grips the bottom of your shirt and quickly pulls it off your head.

“Nah,” he coolly says, hands palming your breasts over your bra. “Just the ones I jerk off to.” You gasp at not only his hands on such a sensitive part of you but also his confession.

“You jerk off to me?” you tentatively ask, bringing your hands to grip the hem of his shirt, slipping it off his head. His lips instantly connect with your neck.

“What about it?” he murmurs against your skin, dragging his tongue from the side of your neck to your lips.

“I just…I finger myself thinking about you,” you admit in between his feverish kisses, which are apparently taking away your sense of shame. He pulls back only a little.

“You’re tellin’ me…” he reaches down to bring your hand up, grazing your fingers with his own. “You plunge these in your pussy, thinkin’ about me?” he stares at your fingers, unable to comprehend what he’s hearing. He darts his eyes to yours. “I get you off?”

“Of course you do,” you attest, dragging your hand so it rests on his cock that is tucked away in his greased stained jeans. He groans at your touch.

“Now let me see what I’ve been imagining.”

He wastes no time stripping you bare, throwing your bra and panties off to the side, before he unlatches his belt, roughly yanking his jeans and boxers down just below his thighs.

He grips the back of your thighs before hauling you over to a wood table that currently holds some pens and a toolbox. His lips connect with your collarbone, then to the fat of your breast, as you lazily stroke his cock.

“Little smaller than I imagined,” you cheekily say before Simon lightly nips at your nipple with his teeth, making you moan. He laughs against your skin, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

“And yet it still makes you fuckin’ wet,” he cockily says as his hand slips to graze your glistening cunt. You don’t even talk; you have no breath left to speak. So, you let out a pathetic noise instead—somewhere between a moan and whine.

“Let me play with ya for a minute,” he murmurs into your ribs, pointer finger brushing against your labia. You squirm at his touch.

“Simon. I just…I need you in me,” you beg, pulling him by the hair so his ear is by your mouth, rocking your hips against his finger in you.

“I’m gonna come as soon as I’m in you, Sweetheart,” he says honestly, pointer plunging into your cunt, gently touching your clit.

“I don’t care…just…just,” you rasp, unable to speak with his hand plunging into you.

“Fine, fine,” he says. He gives his cock a tug before he pokes your entrance with the head, gripping your hips before he pushes inside you a little. He grits his teeth at the sensation, and you whine at the slight pain.

“Open up for me. Come on,” he hisses, throwing his head back as he sinks deeper into you. “There she goes,” he praises, gripping one of your legs and positioning it so it lies straight up against his body. You both groan at the deeper contact.

“Shit,” you curse as Simon starts up a good pace. His cock managed to graze you in all of the right spots—reaching places you didn’t even know was possible.

You knew you both wouldn’t last long at this pace—you’re honestly not so sure he would have lasted at any pace. He was painfully hard when you hadn’t even whipped your tits out.

Though you thought the jokes were on him, as soon as he brought his thumb to stimulate your clit, you were skewing curses, tightening around his cock.

“Fuck. That’s it…that’s—” he panted out as he felt you clamp around him, hearing you yell, ‘Coming,” before he followed with his orgasm.

Once both of your orgasms have subsided, he helps you off the table to grab your clothing. You gently tug on your lip before you speak.

“Also…about the payment?” You shyly question as he pulls his jeans up.

“Consider it handled,” he says with a smirk as he zips up his jeans.

a/n: bye once again i abused the italicized button

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

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dragonsoulage · 5 months ago

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When they are drunk on it -

feat. Neji Hyuga, Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha

Here we have some handsome shinobi men, all of them addicted and can’t help themselves when they feel you around them in the best way possible. Pūssy drunk might be the words what describes them when they have you in their hands.

Hello world, it’s me being back, this time with more of a thirst like thing here. I picked out 5 of our beloved men and decided to write some smutty smut ✨🌚 so I hope you enjoy 🤌🏻🤌🏻

Wordcount: 4,7k

Warnings: Sm*t, p in v, pūssy drunk men, praising, sometimes a little degrading

MDNI

Neji Hyuga ~ Got him surprisingly hooked…

„Keep moving, baby." you heard him and hell was he whipped. You were his precious girl on top of him. Dragging your cute pussy up and down his shaft. These cute pants because you draw out of breath. His right hand glued to your hip. His gaze solemnly locked onto your face. Sometimes dropping watching how enticingly your gorgeous tits bounced for him.

„I... I can't baby. My legs..." you stuttered, but your cute reply followed by a sweet moan. And then you could listen to a snicker of him. Neji never just snickered or grinned, just like he did now. Every time he fucked you, he was a little rough because he knew you liked it. But after that training today, you offered to ride him. Little did you know he enjoyed it so much that it had been hours now. He stuffed your puffy pussy full of his cum. Enjoying how it dribbled out of you. Every few moments, he dragged his thumb down your slit. How your pussy tried to take his dick. The little shudder you did when he wiped over your soaping wet clit.

But now, he was drunk on that pussy. He couldn't stop, nor did he want to stop. No matter how composed Neji truly was when it was about you, especially now you were being on top of him. He can't deny that he loved watching you like this. The feel of your little cunt squeezing him, and fluttered when he dragged the curve of his dick right to the spot where you needed it.

When he grabbed your hips just to slam you down a little more. Just to listen how your wet pussy would be squelching around him. To watch how a creamy ring formed around his base.

Neji usually never the one who talked much. Indeed, he tried to keep his noises in check. No matter how hot you think he was, he always thought he wouldn't deserve a girlfriend like you. And then have her so pretty spread out for him. Sometimes when you were lucky he praised you and calling you „a good girl" before he smacked your ass, just how he knew you liked it.

But right now? The groan he let out, the way his head fell in the pillows. You tried to keep up with his stamina, a cute try, but you couldn't. Legs and thighs already shaking. Your pussy still so sloppy from all the cumming.

„I said keep moving. Want this pretty pussy to cum again." he said, he just noticed how wet you seemed to get when he talked to you like this. Grabbing a good chunk of your ass when he leaned forward now.

„I need her to cum again, feels so good when she is....ah, trying to milk every last bit." his jaw clenched slightly. You felt so good being wrapped around him. So warm and soft and so fucking wet. You felt how he ground you against him. Your clit rubbing against his pelvis, making your hands lay on his chest. As you tried to steady yourself.

„Her?" you asked, a little blush on your cheeks, and not just because his thick cock was inside you. He didn't want you to stop. To satisfied with the way you bounced on top of him. Too mesmerized how your sweet pussy was taking every mean inch of him. Every drag he made you do on his dick was just getting meaner. But damn he was pussy drunk. „Yes, this sweet pussy of yours."

Usually when his sweet girl couldn't take it any longer, he was a gentleman, flipping you over to pound into you in the best way possible. But not today. Not when he had his girl so sloppy on top of him.

"Such a messy girl, you are. So sloppy and wet." he stated with a husky tone, god he was gone. He felt too good right now.

„Please, Neji." *you added, but he just grabbed your waist, giving you a hold before he made you slam down his dick over and over again. His hips bucking up into your welcoming heat.

And then you heard him groan, his lavender eyes rolling back, pretty lips parted slightly.

„Feels too good, your pussy feels too good." he said, his voice strained with the effort to not just whine, but the feeling how your walls grabbing him was too good, so he failed.

„Sooo tight." he added, and you heard a gasp from his throat. Yourself being busy with moaning. Already felt the next orgasm approaching....aware this wouldn't be the end of this. He would fuck you long enough until you would being sore the next morning.

Shikamaru Nara ~ Taking his sweet time…

Shikamaru was a man, when he was pussy drunk he wouldn't just rut into you because it felt so good. He was a man who appreciated every little move your cute pussy made. Savoring the feeling, so sensual, it had you being impatient and needy.

Thighs spread as he grabbed with both hands the back of them, spreading them just a little more apart. A low groan was coming out of his mouth. Eyes locked with your pussy and how pretty your petals part for him, as he sunk into you, so slow. Every inch, slowly inserting to let you feel every curve and vein of him. Your lips shaped in a pretty ‚o' hoping he would finally fuck you how you needed it. Because this was like the nth time, he just slowly pushed inside you to pull out completely and doing it all over again. And this time not just for teasing no, he enjoyed your cunt to the fullest, the way it fit so snugly around him.

„Shikaaaa." you pouted and this was then the only time he took his dark eyes away from your pussy. A hand coming to lay on your cheek, thumb gazing your bottom lip.

„Stop pouting, let me savor this...perfect pussy." he said to you, already aware how needy you were. Alone the way your juices flowed out, the way you clenched around his tip when he pushed into you so damn slowly.

„Can't a man enjoy his girl's pussy, hm?" his breath tickled your ear when he leaned down. And then with a little harder thrust making you moan. He was mean.

„You do this for hours. I need you, why you are so mean." you spoke, but it was followed by a small gasp when his other hand came to drag a thumb over your clit, making your eyes close shortly.

„Is it my fault when someone got a cunt that is squeezing me in the most delicious way?" he asked, making you tremble when his thumb circled your clit over and over again so slow. You felt his fat cock pulsing inside you. As you tried to drag down your pussy just a little more. „It's just so addicting, sweetheart. You can't blame me, can you?" he purred before you finally felt that he was starting to move. Still a slow and sensual pace. Shikamaru nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck before you heard that deep groan in your ear, that made you so fucking wet. He sounded so sexy when he was enjoying you to his fullest.

Your fingers went to his hair, gently tugging on the strands that still were bound in his signature ponytail. You felt every vein on his shaft, and slowly he gave in to it, you what you craved so much. Your boyfriend stopped fucking you so lazy after he savored every little clench and flutter of your tight wet heat.

„Feels already better." you sighted cute, and he started to pick up more pace. Licking over your salty, sweet skin on your neck. Hands laying on your hips before he dragged his shaft all the way in just to bottom out and slam into you.

„God, Shika." you whined already. It was always like this, complaining when he teased you too much but whining when he finally started fucking you. Really fucking you. You were even better than watching clouds. Watching how your pretty tits bounced when he slammed into you was a sight to behold for him.

The way your heated skin clung to his. Or when you threw your arms over his shoulders. This was the moment he got so lost in your perfect little cunt.

„Fuck...look at that always so greedy and needy and when I give in you start whining." he murmured with a growl nipping on the sensitive skin behind your ear making you shudder. Then he decided to get a little up, grabbing your hips just a little tighter. Before he gave into the feeling of your heavenly cunt and started pounding. Head fell in the back of his neck. Exposing his adam apple that bobbed when he swallowed thickly because only you and your pretty little pussy could make him feel like this.

You were just shortly able to take in this sight. The way his body looked so good covered in a little sweat from the hours he just wanted to feel you wrapped around him. Your juices all over his cock. Your fingers laid against his lower abdomen, when he now was just able to use you how he saw fit and needed it.

„Gorgeous fucking girl, feeling so good around me. Makes me nearly lose my...urgh composure." he muttered under his breath, just seconds before you could listen to that whine what escaped his parted lips. Just to gave you a particular hard thrust after this.

He was so pussy drunk now. Lost in that heat that took every inch of him so well. Your pussy sucking in his dick. Your lazy boyfriend who just got so addicted to the feeling of you around him.

Thick cock pounding you now extra hard after that whine that he let out. Although, he didn't deny that you made him feel this good. As if every expectation that were placed on him fell off his shoulders. Just you and him and this damn good feeling of you squeezing him. The lewd squelches of your sex and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

„Nearly? I am sure I heard you whine." you panted a little cheeky and this was the moment he looked down at you. Before he decided to push the digit of his thumb in your mouth. To make you shut up and giving you something to be busy.

You sucked on his thumb, delicate plump lips wrapped around the thick digit as you looked so pretty fucked out while he could continue to get just more high on your dripping pussy.

„What a drag when pretty girl is being so cocky. You should learn to think before you open these beautiful lips to speak." was the only thing he said to you before his free hand slapped your pussy, making contact with your clit. Just to listen to the next whine you let off, followed by a deep groan. Making his eyes roll back in bliss before he continued to fuck you just how he needed it when he was this whipped by you.

Naruto Uzumaki ~ Drilling you with no end…

„Just the tip, baby, please." he let out, groaning again when his weeping tip smeared his pre cum over the hot slit of your pussy. When Naruto was pussy drunk, he fucks like nothing else.

He already made you cum three times in a row. Himself spilling his seed into you and well he had so much energy he simply needed you and his pretty girls pussy that felt so damn good around him.

And now, after your last shattering orgasm, you nearly crawled away from him. His hand laid on your plush rear, dragging you back to him. Angry red tip brushing over your clit, making your back arch just a little more.

„Baby, I don't know if I can take it." you pouted, and yet he felt how you leaned a little into his touch.

Naruto was aware how greedy he had been. But what should he do? He loved you, and he loved stuffing your pussy full of him. You were just so soft and when he was inside you, shit, he couldn't help then to just push his length in these dripping walls of yours and make you all these cute little noises he liked so much. He enjoyed watching your ass a little jiggle when he trusted inside you.

The blonde boy leaned over your back. His chest pressed against your skin. One hand brushed a strand of hair away from your face. Breath tickling your ear.

„You always take me so good, sweetheart. I just can't help it when you bend over sooooo..." he started before he made his tip disappear inside your weeping right entrance. Making you gasp and lift your had a little.

„....pretty and inviting. Your cute pussy begs me to put it inside, you know?" he ended his sentence just to listen to the lewd, sloppy squelch of your cunt.

Naruto was always a golden retriever boyfriend. Full of energy and happy, trying to make you happy for sure. But hell, when he was so whipped with your creamy pussy. He just couldn't stop.

Having you all bend over so nicely. Ass on display, ready for him to grab your soft skin, pull you back onto his dripping dick.

"I know? You say this for like the third time. I will be so sore tomorrow." you whimpered, but your pussy spread so willingly to let more inside than just his fat tip.

His dick was slightly curved, dragging along your gripping walls.

Naruto hissed as soon as he felt how you already clenched around him. He couldn't wait, of course not, Whenever could someone like Naruto wait and be patient without just going after his instinct?

With a gentle tug on your hips his whole length, sheathed in that familiar warmth, coating his cock, making him feel all the more butterflies in his tummy...or more his balls, perhaps.

You gasped and draw a sharp breath, your hands fisting the messy sheets underneath you.

"The fourth, actually, pretty. That's the fourth time. And you just feel even more better. Shit..." he corrected you, of course he counted, as if ever would pass the chance to count the times he fucked you, raw and how often you came all over his pretty dick.

At least he gave you a moment, adjusting so snugly to him. As if you would mold into the perfect shape for him. His cute girlfriend never failed to please him. Never failed to look so good in his sky blue eyes.

This man would ravish you anytime of the day. You wore a hoodie and having messy hair? Damn, you looked hot to him, hands grabbing under the thick fabric.

You made yourself pretty because you went out? Well, he would need just to show you how much he adored your cute outfit.

But now? Hell, it was just in the morning, you not even made it out of bed before. Technically, he wanted to make you some cute breakfast. The one time he was sooner awake than you. He could be the cutest dork ball. But when he tried to wake you up, watching how your shirt slipped up, exposing your ass to him, it was over.

So instead of feeding you breakfast, he fed you 7 inches of his dick. Making your eyes wide, and he just loved hearing your cute little 'ah' over and over again. This pussy got him hooked right in the morning, his eyes rolling back as he grabbed your hips nearly bruising as soon as he was inside you and gave you this short amount of time to adjust again he started to rut into you, so fast. His own eyes crossing.

"I never get tired of this, I swear. You're just so wet...and take me so well. You are such a good princess, you know? My pretty princess with even a more pretty pussy." he started to babble, to tell yo how good you were to him while he rearranged your guts again and again.

He always praised you so sweet as if he wouldn't fuck the shit out of you, in the early morning.

"Na-Naruto. Slow...ah slow down." you panted but as answer? Oh, he gently pushed your head in the mattress, of course before he ever does that he had asked you if this was ok with you. Since you told him you liked it when he was a little rough. And now? God, he wanted to hear your pussy talk to him, and he couldn't slow down at all, not when you were wrapped around him like this.

Yourself starting to drool by the way his dick was drilling inside you.

"Sorry, baby, I give you...fuck. I give you the best aftercare you can wish for, but I need you like this now. Bend over and drilling into this snug cunt of yours." he told you, groaning before he got lost inside your depth all over again.

Kakashi Hatake ~ „You can give me another one…“

Sensei knows what he is doing, so aware, he won't stop so soon. Having his sweet girl in a mean mating press, having you in such a tight grip when he bends your knees down to your chest.

Watching how your jaw hung slack, and your eyes looked at him in shock that it was already the third time he came inside you, not even flinching to just fuck his cum right back into you.

"Kashi..." you tried to speak, but you were made shut up when his girthy dick stretched you out so delicious, making you throb so needy and yet so breathless.

"You do so great for me, sweetheart." he praised, his voice so steady and filled with adoration. He loved his girl, oh he did, so much. But he also loved the way you were able to stretch around him, how your pink pussy parts for him. The way you always whined how you couldn't anymore, but your pretty cunt told him something different.

He sank down his dick as he just put more weight into you, until he was inside you to the hilt. Pelvis grinding against you, making you shudder and roll your eyes back when the gentle curve hit your cervix. These white silver hairs from his happy trail tickling your puffy folds.

Making you all the way more desperate for him.

"You said you would be done...darling." you breathed when you tried to not just cum again like a whore just because he put his dick back into your dripping entrance.

Before he said something you could listen to the husky small chuckle, before he pulled down his mask, just to flash you a small smirk. Before he spit down, a stream of spit right onto your aching clit.

Leaning just a little more over to look you right in your wide doe eyes before his hand found the way between your thighs, slowly smearing his spit along your swollen nub, making you whimper.

"Just one more time, my sweet. I just love getting you so full, you always have this adorable pout." he said, and you could listen that even when he seemed to be so composed, hell Kakahsi was gone.

You gripped him so tight, making it hard for him to not just pound into you all over again, giving you a little time to relax...as far as this is possible with his thick cock inside you. Muscles flexing when he grabbed your thigh tighter pressing you down and literally folding you in half in a sweet, sweet mating press.

After all, he liked seeing it when you took every ounce of his cum inside you. Every creamy string that he shoot into your womb, nothing would go to waste, right? Well, he simply fucked it back into you. Kakahsi was so drunk from your pussy that he only managed to let out a shaky groan, while he continued to rub over your nub.

And there it was this little pout he adored so much, just then he decided to move again.

Dragging his pulsating cock along your inner walls. Nearly bottoming out so just the tip remained inside, before he gave you a long deep stroke.

Lips parting to moan for him.

"See you take me so well, how can I not want to see this expression of yours? You are such a good girl for me, aren't you?" his voice like some sinful silk wrapping around you, making you nod with teary eyes when he started to fuck you, it was not that fast, but he was so deep. Savoring your tight passage in the best way possible.

"Come on, tell me how good you want to be for me, yeah? You can do that right. Use your words, darling." he urged you, making you whimper again with the next thrust of his hips.

Thumb circled your clit with such a precision it made it so hard for you to think about words. Your skin flushed when he talked like this.

"Want to be....nghh good for you." you managed to say, earning a low rumble in his chest that was a chuckle, before his pickup his pace just a little, both hands on your thighs now. Looking right into your face.

"And good girls, can take one more. Just one more pretty orgasm, one more shudder of your pretty pussy. So shamelessly spread for me." he whispered against your lips then, not kissing you yet, although you wanted him to.

A little loving tease he was. Giving you the meanest treatment with his cock that was pulsating inside you, and yet he cooed you into a soothing balm of his voice.

Indeed, he groaned again at the feeling how you started to clench, and flutter around him. Increasing his pace now, hips snapping against yours. Even when he was not breaking a sweat doing this, but oh you felt so good to him, he couldn't get enough.

"Ahhh god... I am-" you didn't manage to speak properly, eyes rolling back. And you couldn't help to loll your tongue out. Kakashi loved to see you like this, so fucked out, and yet your pussy didn't get enough.

"Hmm, such a cute little slut for me, cumming all along my cock... So adorable." he cooed while looking down at you. Pussy feeling too hot, too slick and too good. Even when he said one more...it wasn't just one more before he fucked you through the next orgasm all over again and would pump you so full of his own cum....

Itachi Uchiha ~ Falling simply more in love…

When Itachi was pussy drunk, god, he couldn't help then to hold you close, feeling your hot skin against his. Can't even believe that this cute girl was all his. That you let him have this heavenly access to the paradise between your legs. Hands grabbing everywhere where they could reach, kissing your skin, cooing the sweet little nothing's in your ear, while you took his mean, mean dick all the way inside. Itachi had you in reverse cowgirl now. Your plush rear so pretty on display watching how your pink pussy stretched around his length. How you swallowed every delicious inch of him, again and again and again.

Making the shinobi groan in adoration. He never had seen a more beautiful sight. Although, it was hard for him to decide if he liked it more to see your beautiful face contoured in pleasure when he was putting inside his thick inches. Or if he likes it more facing your backside in this angle having you bounce on him, so eagerly to please him.

You made him just so weak, so weak for your perfect little cunt, it had him gasping. He sat up just to feel you close, even when you rode him reverse into oblivion, he was sure you did.

Eyes closed and yet he saw everything. Lips nipping against your skin, tasting sweet, salty skin. Inhaling your scent. You always smelled so sweet to him but now when you were bouncing on his dick...hell, the smell of your arousal, it turned him on to no end. One strong arm wrapped around your waist, loosely, so you still could drag your wet cunt down his shaft.

"You look so pretty love, so pretty...hmm for me." he murmured against your ear, breath hot over it.

"Do I? Mind to tell me that again?" you asked, no matter how much you thought you would be in control it was Itachi who chuckled, giving into the wishes of his princess. Letting you think you might have had control, although since he was now so whipped with your pussy, you might even have.

"Don't be so rude when you take me this sloppy all the way in." he spoke while his free hand tugged back a strand of hair, before he kissed your cheekbone. Hands now both on the curve of your hip, helping you to slam down just a little harder onto him.

"Fuck." you moaned then, feeling his hard, thick cock just more deep. Making you wiggle down onto him, this had him groaning again, so deep. Holding you so close now, looking down to see how cute your ass jiggled when he thrusted upwards.

"You have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me like this, it's like heaven." the dark haired man let you know. Oh, he was so lovely to you, even when he noticed how shaky your legs got, how breathy your cute moans were from the way he hit the spot inside you.

As much as he loved fucking you full of his cum, he enjoyed to hold back his massive load for you. Making you a cum a few times on him, just so you would end up, to beg him so cute if he finally gives you his creamy, thick white cum. Such a slut you were for your boyfriend.

"Itachi, baby. Want your cum." you pouted, he was sure he could hear it, before he thrusted sharp up again. Both arms wrapping around you now as he pressed his front to your back.

"You really do, hm? I can tell your legs grow numb, huh? Pretty girl too weak, to take me?" he teased husky, gently biting your neck, what made you whimper.

Not even arguing this time with him.

"Fine, I grant you what you wish, my darling." he murmured before he let go of you laying down back in the pillows, grabbing your soft flesh of your bouncy ass.

Helping you to thrust back onto his massive shaft, over and over again.

Biting his lower lip gently when he watched the lewd display, when the noise of your skin clapping against his, was heard. The way the bed creaked. It was just so hot for him.

"Be a naughty girl, love. Rub that clit for me, want you to cum with me this time." he commanded softly, and you couldn't help but to dance your own fingers over your swollen nub.

Itachi controlling your hips to his liking, just taking in the sensation. Not even holding back to moan your name, since he loved you so much, loved the feeling of your pussy.

Getting drunk on it like this. Eyes closed, head in the pillows...just feeling right now.

Feeling how your walls clamped down around his cock the closer you got, how his tip hit that spongy part inside you. Making you shudder and squirm a little, every time he hit that spot.

His hips bucking upwards faster, more desperate for release.

"God, I fucking...urgh love you." he panted and gasped, his balls drawing up so, so tight. You felt too good to stop.

You rubbed your clit with urgency, yourself seconds away from cumming all over his lap.

"Baby...:" you managed to squeal out before you tensed, your cunt squeezing him so god, it made his eyes roll back, pumping you full of his hot and potent seed. Rope after rope, painting your insides white. Not that he had enough now....no.

With a quick move he bends you over then, simply fucking through your orgasm and through his, this would be a long night ahead.

Just because your legs grew numb wouldn't mean your pussy can't take more right?

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