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chairoikogumacore · 6 days ago

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Hii! Could you please do if the tulpar crew was dating an autistic reader? Or someone with neurodivergent traits? (As in like would they understand it/know how to handle them.) So sorry if this is a difficult ask!

oh my GODS i love this one so much being someone neurodivergent. i am so excited for this, it's not difficult at all! i'll get to my other asks after this one, but i'm just super excited for this one :3 thank you for the ask anon!

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tulpar crew dating autistic reader.

꒰ curly .ᐟ ꒱

𖦹 he really tries his best to understand everything ans make you as comfortable as possible.

𖦹 he honestly makes a lists of what your sensory needs are, like what you don't like to touch and when textures you're okay with.

𖦹 he doesn't fully understand what you feel, so he often asks you to explain how you feel.

𖦹 "what are you thinking?" curly asks, noticing you seem farther away from your mind than usual. "is something too loud? not feeling right?" he asks, talking in a soft and quiet voice.

𖦹 curly does a lot of research on what you have and how to customize things for your needs.

𖦹 he also asks you a lot about your opinions. like how you feel about things, how your brain works.

𖦹 he doesn't realize at first that autism is different for everyone, so he kinda gets you basic autism special interest things like dinosaurs things, especially.

𖦹 if that's not your special interest and you tell him and explain autism a little more to him, he panics a little.

𖦹 "i'm sorry, i swear i'm not ableist!" he says quickly, eyes wide. "i just wanna do this right!"

𖦹 he treats you like a normal person when you explain everything to him, because you are a normal person. and he knows that.

𖦹 loves to listen to you info dump and gets you things based on the things you ramble about, he loves seeing how excited you get.

꒰ jimmy .ᐟ ꒱

𖦹 he actually knows a lot about different disabilities, including autism due to studying a lot about it.

𖦹 he hates that he sees a lot of himself in you, certain things you do and traits. he doesn't like it.

𖦹 but he loves you (vine boom sound effect), so he tries his very best to not do anything wrong.

𖦹 jimmy is honestly pretty chill about it, i think. he just tries to read you and figure you out without having to ask.

𖦹 he lets you ramble to him about your hyperfixations / special interests, but he doesn't particularly listen, it's in one ear and out the other.

𖦹 he doesn't push you to talk when you're nonverbal and enjoys just sitting in silence with you when you're not talking.

𖦹 he makes sure to wear things that have textures you don't mind if you have bad sensory issues. he doesn't wanna drive you away from touching him.

𖦹 he likes to lay on you like he's a weighted blanket tbh and gets you a weighted blanket for when he isn't around.

𖦹 overall, he understands and knows how to help you, he just has trouble adjusting to dating you.

꒰ daisuke .ᐟ ꒱

𖦹 "woah, you're autistic!? i got a touch of the tism myself!"

𖦹 you guys share interests and stuff so yap sessions all the time.

𖦹 he definitely knows what he's doing when it comes down to comforting you, whether it's with over stimulation or lack of understanding social cues or something else.

𖦹 he literally learned sign language with you for when you're non verbal tbh.

𖦹 not really much to say about daisuke here i think, he's just also autistic/nd, i wish i could say more but he def just gets it.

꒰ anya .ᐟ ꒱

𖦹 she didn't exactly study psychology or brain things, but she does just to learn more about how to care for you and help you out.

𖦹 it doesn't take long for her to get used to dating someone nd, she just makes sure to read up on it a lot.

𖦹 again, i feel like there isn't much to say about anya. she learns quickly and spends lots of time trying to figure everything out to help you.

𖦹 she does pay attention when you talk about the things you like and tries to learn about those things too.

꒰ swansea .ᐟ ꒱

𖦹 honestly, i don't think he handles it all that well at first, saying some ableist shit like "oh we're all a little autistic."

𖦹 yeah, turns out he also is autistic, just refuses to acknowledge it!

𖦹 he finally decides to research a bit and ask you about your own experiences and starts to handle it better.

𖦹 he babies you a little at first but soon starts to realize that's not the thing to do and treats you normally.

𖦹 gets more well versed with neurodivergencies as time passes and figures everything out and is pretty good with it after a while!

i hope you enjoyed! if you liked this and have anything you'd like me to write from this fandom, or any other fandoms listen in my intro post, my requests are open! just ask me in my inbox and i'll write / make hc for you <3 thank you for reading!

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chairoikogumacore · 6 days ago

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Jimmy headcannons please please please please please please!! I love him he's so AHHHHH

Okay hon!

Jimmy Mouthwashing headcannons

Romantic

Pre-crash Jimmy:

Throw him off of the ship before it's too late.

Kiss him goodbye or whatever but throw him off

Post-crash Jimmy:

Kill him.

Beat him to death. Put him through the most horrendous thing possible.

Tear his tongue out.

Gauge his eyes out.

You can give him a big ol kiss if you want just kill him

Platonic

Pre-crash Jimmy:

Kill him.

Bring a brick on board just in case

Prevent him from getting bricked up by beating him to death with a brick.

Kill him.

Post-crash Jimmy:

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chairoikogumacore · 6 days ago

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hey!! i saw ur recent post about the tulpar crew walking in on reader touching themselves, could u do the same but vice versa?

Ask and ye shall receive!

𓇻 ft. tulpar crew x gn reader

𓇻 content. 18+ content, minors dni. possible second hand embarrassment. masturbation, sexual propositions, the whole shebang. this is a sequel to this post. this one can definitely be read on its own though. lightly implied that reader didn't accept swansea or daisuke's offers in the prequel but that can be left up to interpretation. jimmy's definitely happened though.

𓇻 enjoy! feel free to like, reblog, or send in asks!

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Curly is just so damn tired. Tired of the reports, faxes, checking the straps in the cargo bay. One of the few downtimes he gets is when he can sit and watch the constellations pass on the common room monitor. The Augira, Constantine and Mitena were all ones that he recognized from this sect of the system, all penned from the eyes of Saturn and further.

Movies are a scarce commodity on the screen, given Jimmy's track record of not wanting to hook the systems up, but it helps him nod off most times.

Working out, though? Working out he can do. Pony Express has given him permission to bring his weights on board, alongside a slew of magazines and audiobooks to listen to.

While Curly doesn't think of himself as a gym rat, those moments to himself are some of the best. Nothing but the burn of iron, the strain of his muscles with each rep. It's methodical work, one that sets his mind at ease and off of reports for once.

Some days, he can get Jimmy in on the action, but most of the time his co-pilot bemoans it. Each time they worked out, the stretches between the next session grew longer.

He's pleased when you agree to attend a few sessions with him. By then, it's almost amicable between you two, as if him walking in you didn't even happen. He's very much acted the part of a dutiful captain, though, he can't help his own eyes from wandering when he sees you stretch. Can't help himself from putting his hands firmly on you when he goes to correct your stance. It doesn't linger, doesn't wander, but goddamn, does he wish he could throw propriety out the window.

It's after one of his solo workout sessions when he chooses another way to unwind. Really, that's the only explanation for it. One that he tells himself anyway, because the strain of propriety is heavy. If he still thinks of you from time to time, if your face crops up in his thoughts while he touches himself, that's his business.

The only places you'd catch him in the act is either in the bathroom or his room.

Curly has always been imaginative, thoughts trailing to roads not travelled, paths that burn out of sight. Of you, sprawled out on the bed, and how he wished he had stayed. How he'd have given anything to hike your legs over his waist and kiss you senseless when he slid against you.

As it always is, every fantasy comes to an abrupt end. Every night that he had dreamed of walking in to find you waiting, you found him. Wifebeater drenched in sweat, towel draped over his shoulders, every line of his well built body on display, hand fisted around his cock.

There's a difference between wishing you'd walk in on him and actually receiving it.

A painful, terse moment lingers between you two, tension so thick he swears he can cut it. His hand completes the motion, wiping from his base to the tip, each breath deep. Despite how uncomfortable he felt (for more than one reason), he also felt more prepared. "Hold on a minute." He'll cover himself, boxers and uniform hiding himself from view.

If you believe you could flee from the room without Curly following you, you're dead wrong. He'll track you down, put this to bed once and for all. He'll catch you, half-dressed in his uniform, blue workwear draped around his waist, hand against the wall. "We have to talk about this."

Regardless if you stay or leave, not talking about it is no longer an option. You've both seen more of each other than was warranted, then what you both signed up for, but dammit he wants this. And he's so tired of shying away from things that he wants. From the person that he wants. All because of some higher-ups sitting cozy back home saying that it's wrong to do. He can't do it anymore, not when he feels like he's on the cusp of something great for once in his life.

"I know that what happened isn't what either of us expected," he'll start, voice low and perhaps far too sensual to be appropriate considered his half-dressed state. "And frankly, we can keep it to ourselves, pretend we never saw it." Biting the bullet is one of the fewest things he's done in life, but this is something that he wants to do. By fractions, Curly leans in closer, his voice entering a low murmur. "But... it doesn't have to be. We could give each other a.. hand, so to speak."

Routine. That's one thing that the Tulpar is good at. Routine. Each meal time, the rigid necessity of clocking in and out on time, even bathing. Pony Express may be a shit machine but it's well oiled, worked raw by the people under it. Delivering the payload is a smooth easy task because they all work on it together.

Part of that routine is shift work. Jimmy, ever the night-owl, works evening and night shift. This makes it so incredibly easy to avoid him if you wanted, especially since he walked in on you tending to yourself.

But he doesn't let you forget it. Since that moment, there's a smoldering heat in his gaze, eyes hooded as he watches you go about the room. Watched as you did your tasks, always standing too close - enough that you can get a whiff of his woodsy cologne, or feel his arm against yours.

He's almost helpful, even when your tasks really don't necessitate the need for another. His hands linger, hot against your uniform, his hips against the back of yours whenever he steadied you, or reached above you. Each word a rumble in his throat.

Except there's never really any change to talk to him about what happened. Not when every moment is tense, fraught with unresolved desires and need. Not when Daisuke or Curly walk into the room, silencing the burning questions and words that haunt your lips. Jimmy seems especially disgruntled about the interruptions, getting almost snappy towards the other crewmembers.

All in all, you rarely have a moment to speak with him. It's the furthest thing from your mind when you step out of the shower, more than eager to collapse face first into bed and sleep the weariness away.

If you're the sort to bring clothes into the washroom to change into, the absence of them is noted fast. No amount of scrounging around turns them up either. At a loss, it's to your sleeping quarters to wrangle up something else to wear.

Except you're very much not alone the second you step into your door. The door swishes behind you but you're effectively grounded, eyes drawn to the man lounging on your bed.

His head is tilted, messy hair falling across his hooded eyes, a dark and smoldering look to them. A slow stretch of a smirk crawls across his face, a pleased look darting into his eyes.

Jimmy is just as bare as the day he was born, an arm languidly thrown over your pillow. A leg bent up, not at all coy about having himself on display. His other arm is resting against his thigh, one hand smoothing along his flushed cock in a slow, slick motion. His fingerstips are all but slathered in precum - or actual cum, as you might suspiciously think when you look at your clothes haphazardly thrown onto the floor, looking sticky.

"There you are. Took you long enough." He breathes out your name, chin tilted upward, something primal lurking deep in his eyes. Jimmy clicks his tongue, ever the disapproving copilot. "You should know better than to keep someone waiting." Despite the curt, wanting tone to his words, he doesn't move towards you. Letting you go to him. Like he knows you will.

"I've been thinking," each word is low and deep, husky in his mouth. Jimmy's hand very much doesn't stop moving, stroking himself as you're rooted to the spot. Whenever you glance down between his thighs, his smirk deepens. "That you owe me for what I did for you."

It's not like you could dance around the topic forever; each touch, every interrupted conversation, it all would have culminated to this. Jimmy waiting for you, eager to put his hands back on you, to feel you tremble and shudder beneath him as he pulls you apart.

The thing was, you realize, it'd be terribly easy to leave him here. To not respond to his advances. The door was to your back and even Jimmy had enough sense not to walk out nude in pursuit of you. It'd be easy to walk to another crewmate's quarters and pilfer clothes. It'd be laughed off, brushed under the rug just as another incident, excused as you being unable to enter your room because of 'technical difficulties'.

The thing is, though, you can clearly remember how his hands felt, the way he moved. How Jimmy watched you with the same intensity now, his eyes a dark promise of a repeat experience, if not more.

You don't really want to refuse such an offer, do you?

Try as Anya might, she can't get the image of you out of her head. The sounds you made, how your hands moved. She'd tried to be civil, though how quickly she averts her gaze and fidgety hands betray how much it affected her. Nerves, she'd try to excuse it. Nothing ever related to you, of course, because that sounds too much like blame. She blames herself for walking in on you masturbating, and blames herself for wishing that she hadn't left.

But by god, did it make her needy and so sexually frustrated. She's found every excuse under the sun to touch you then jerk back, at war with herself. She has to act professional. Doesn't she?

Something about you, seeing you like that, had coiled something burning inside of her. Something hot, that festered low in her gut.

For the most part, she can act professional. Mostly. But she can only get so far from letting her eyes trace your silhouette, from sitting on her leg whenever you talk to her. It's risky business, even riskier when she decides to keeps a few tokens of yours. Things that smell like you, even distantly - papers, a bracelet. Things that you've lent to her before.

It's been a while since she got laid, since she's even been attracted to anyone. But something about you just sets her on fire, burning with want and need. She needs you like she's never needed anyone before.

Realistically, Anya knows it's because of the forbidden nature; because of the close proximity day in and day out, but there's something so tantalizingly beautiful about it too. She's a sucker for it.

One of her favourite places to get off is in the medbay; she can lock herself in it - but she doesn't. Because it's so much more tantalizing when she thinks about you walking in. When she thinks about pressing you against the desk and using her medical expertise on you. She wants to hear you - taste you - feel you. Is that too much to ask for?

That's exactly where you catch her. Her breath coming out in hot breaths, eyes shut tightly, uniform pulled open. It'd be so easy to mistake it for something else, such as the room being hot - if it weren't for where her hands were.

One has all but ridden up her shirt, rolling the peak of her breast between her fingers. The zipper has gone all the way down to her waist, one hand curled tightly in her underwear, motions jerky as she fingers herself.

Every inch of her wishes that it was you, your fingers working her over, touching her clit and prodding at her walls. She feels so close, having edged herself for a bit until you came in.

It was just to ask her her input on supper, or for a nonsensical question that very well could have waited for another moment.

The door swishes shut behind you and her eyes flutter, dark as she looks up at you, flush all but crawling up her neck.

Seeing how you look at her - how you came to look for her- needing her for something, a question halfway on your lips - and it's her undoing. She moans your name, guttural and hoarse, hips jerking, dripping over her knuckles. "Wait-" Singlehandedly one of the better orgasms she's had, better than when she pined endlessly.

When her senses come back, Anya is breathless and shaken - and you're long gone.

She's not letting you go this time. Not when a new, burning question lodges inside her. Did you like what you see? Did you wish you weren't there?

Anya approaches your door at night, knocking crisply and when you grant entrance, she stands there, the atmosphere almost palpably awkward. She takes a few steps closer, feeling flighty and desperate, eyes searching your face, whispering your name.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," she whispers, voice low in the room, nerves biting at her throat. She can't not know anymore. "But I'm... glad that you did."

"Is this.. tension between us all in my head, or, do you want me too?"

It's one thing after the next. Couplings came loose, Daisuke's homework is not up to par, the lightbulbs need to be changed but no one seems capable of doing it. It all amounts to a sort of frustration winding up in him. Swansea has enough grace not to lash out at anyone, but it's there, palpable in his tone.

By some saving grace, you're willing to help him out with his work. Passing over screwdrivers and wrenches, new copper wire as he needs it. Swansea has noticed that you're attentive and eager like that; willing to help. Sometimes, he really wished you were his intern instead of Daisuke, not that he blames the kid.

He really needs a damn beer.

Wanking out his frustrations as a teenager and young adult had really suited him just fine, and with each passing day, it becomes a far more likely possibility.

It surely does not help when every little moment with you feels charged. Knuckles brushing when you supply him with mechanic tools, or when his arm brushed against your thigh as he steadied the ladder for you.

Swansea finds his gaze lingering.. on how your uniform bunches, the sway of your walk, the excited chatter to your tone when you've launched into some spiel or other. Each look he gives you is in quiet contemplation, though perhaps not as obvious as to why.

He's long since brushed off your curious questions.

It's when Anya outright slipped and fell over an oil spill that Swansea called it quits. There's only so many small annoyances that he could take before it became a hazardous snowstorm.

After it's suitably cleaned, he tried to find a place to tuck himself away. Keyword: tried. Something else always needed to be fixed, and he had enough years under his belt to know the ins and out of everything. Leaky faucet? Hold his glass. Vaccuum given up? He's got it. Curly, goddammit, he has it.

It's so grueling to find a moment of peace, so he takes what he can. That just so happened to be in the utility room, frustrations to a boiling point.

He knows his body, knows just the right way to stroke himself, the perfect amount of pressure. Learned it long since his youthful days, since his amicable divorce from his wife. Sure, it might feel mechanic at a certain point, but to him, it was a small reprieve. A getaway that only booze came close to.

Foreskin pulled back, his head is tucked low, eyes heavily lidded, fingertips pressing under the tip of the head just like he likes.

Swansea has himself sticky with precum when the utility door rattles and open. "Swansea, I found your keys-"

His eyes track up, eyebrows raised. Whatever hasty attempt you may have made, it's blocked by the aging mechanics of the utility door. It's from an older rig, one that still uses keys instead of the security bars that the medbay and cockpit use. Which means it's faulty as shit.

He sighs, head tipped back, eyes still on you. "That's on me for not leaving a sock out there," he grumbles, voice gruff and husky. A reference to how he told you to ward off people when he caught you masturbating earlier.

Moving his hand from his cock, his gaze is surprisingly steady, arm draped against the back of the chair. "Listen, kid, I won't say shit about this if you don't. Keep it jammed tight better than a olive jar when making margaritas. But." He rolls his neck, feeling a satisfying crack run through him. "I can show ya a few things that the ole cap' or other men won't, if yer interested."

Daisuke has been, for lack of a better word, edgy around you. Hovering, then trying to create distance. He can't seem to decide how to act around you. Not when he's seen you that way, pleasuring yourself. When he wishes you'd involve him.

He's seen plenty of naked people before, got hard over them, but wow, did you take it to the next level. Even how you tilt your head or roll up your sleeves has him in an outright tizzy, straining hard in his pants.

Daisuke often has to excuse himself from your presence. Ignoring Swansea's rolling eyes and knowing scoffs is easy; ignoring you is harder.

It's during one of those mundane tasks, where you're prattling about your work to the others, his eyes glued to your form, absorbing every word that he can't take it anymore. Excusing himself, he pops right out of the room, awkwardly striking towards his bunk.

But of course that is the exact moment you decide you need to return his gameboy - or comic, or whatever he had lent you a few weeks prior.

Daisuke is completely in the groove, pants folded down, back propped to the wall, knees folded and lips parted with each heavy breath. He's always been loud, noisy and boisterous. But his saving (and falling) grace is that he's also often playing movies in his room, and what muffled sounds you may hear from the other side of the door is easily chalked up to that. (Or perhaps, you knew.)

You catch him like that, hand fisted around his lean cock, shirt ridden up over his stomach, his movements sharp and jerky. It's bad enough that you walk in on him like this - but another to hear Daisuke rattle out your name, the sound breathy and full of want coming from his lips.

He's a poor, flushed mess, eyes wide when he looks up at you - and it's so plainly obvious to the both of you that he didn't call out because he heard you come in.

"I- I can totally explain." Except he really can't, can he, when he has his dick in his hand, just moaning your name literally seconds ago.

Any attempt to backtrack out of the room will be greeted with a hasty, "Oh my god, no, pleasewait!" As he all but tries to leap from his bed, tripping over his pants in his haste to get to you. Daisuke is nothing but determined and will try to talk to you about this, even if you manage to successfully flee.

Choosing to stay has him utterly red-faced, almost ashamed as he rambles through a tirade of, "Okay, so," punctuated by repeated, stumbled phrases before he manages to get out, "So, me calling out your name just now - total accident. Unlessyoudon'twantittobe? But, like, I definitely understand if you want to leave but I'dreallyratheryoustaybecause I really can't stop thinking about you and, - oh hey, is that my gameboy? You can just set it-- that's not important! I just. Really don't want you to leave. Please."

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chairoikogumacore · 6 days ago

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How many rounds do you think the tuplar crew crew can go for

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+18 mdni

curly

strikes me as a very suppressed man. very grew up in the bible belt, raised by nana and papa, church on sundays and prayers before dinner type of man to me. charges his workouts with all that sexual frustration, but now he just has stamina out the wazoo and the perfect sex doll build: so now what? probably discovered that porn and sex before marriage aren't morally corrupting in his 20s in college and is still a maniac about it.

refractory period is better than most men, can get it up maybe a minute or two after cumming. even then, his dedication to working you out until you're crying for him could spur him on flaccid.

overall: 3+ minimum

jimmy

similarly works out to vent frustrations, but his faaaavooorite work out is pushing you around the bedroom. best (and probably only) cardio he gets is fucking you sideways -fucks for his own fulfillment and pleasure and therefore does not stop until he's tuckered out. which is not saying much because i can see him staving off his orgasm for a whiiile if he's in the mood to drag sex out.

overall: 1, maybe 2 if he's feeling especially carnal.

daisuke

he's very enthusiastic! i think he kept up with running post high school athletics, so he's pretty fit and combine that with his youth and that refractory period isn't super long. can get it up again with a little more touching and grinding after a couple minutes depending on how tired he is. either way, if his dick is spent the rest of the night he's so eager to please and watch you whine for him he'll gladly finger/tongue fuck you to completion.

overall: 2-3 on a good day.

anya

sex makes her cuddly and eepy, so once she cums she's totally done. BUT from foreplay to cumming could range a long while, whether it's a quickie or meant to endure passionately into the night. as soon as her body's jolted out its aftershocks and she's rehydrated, her heavy lil head is ready to conk tf out. just wants to hold you (no she does not care if you're hot, shut up) and drift into sleep.

overall: 1 and done!

swansea

back in this big bruiser's heyday hauling around bulky tools and lifting heavy metal scraps, he could fuck like a stallion i know it. could throw you across the room and haul you up with one hand on your neck. NOW he's older and just doesn't have the same energy he used to, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to fuck anymore.

probably can't work himself back up post cumming now, that just happens with age. what also happens with age, though, is perfecting the technique of touch. and listening! he knows not every partner is the same, after all.

overall: old crony lasts 1 round, but the question is if you'll even make it until he's finished.

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chairoikogumacore · 6 days ago

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Please, PLEASE Tulpar crew x a very shy/introverted reader who is like crushing on the crew really hard but way too shy and embarrassed to tell them but like the crew starts to slowly catch on to them and the way they act different around them. Also I don't mean the crew as a whole I mean the separate characters 😭🙏🏽

ask and u shall receive 😈

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OH GOD, YOU CAN TELL?

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Captain Curly

-oh.. curly knew from the moment you laid eyes on him that you had the biggest crush on him.

-there is no slow realization.

-not at all oblivious to it.

-everytime your eyes would seemingly uncontrollably and totally unconsciously drift to him he would try to meet your gaze with a friendly, boyish smirk.

-does that happen? HELL NAH. you are much too shy to even look the captain in the eye.

-your little heart almost beats out of your chest at any interaction. little or big.

-"Hey, just the person I needed to see. I have a little favor to ask you."

-oh god. suddenly words seem hard to pronounce and the entirety of the english language is no where to be seen.

-after a few weeks, curly would definitely find this endearing.

-i feel like since curly is so outgoing, he would be very intrigued by someone who is the complete opposite.

-curly wouldn't act much different when it comes to you, due to maintaining professionalism as his role as captain.

-he may due small acts like making a cake simply to indulge in your sweet-tooth that he somehow knew about you.

-"oh, we just had extra packets of sugar. i just thought id bake something. you like cake right?"

-cheeky motherfucker.

Intern Daisuke

-dude is so so so oblivious even though you make it perfectly clear...

-you could be making like.. making out with the guy and he'd be like,

-"yoo, we are literally besties right?"

-deadass, he prolly had no idea you liked him for weeks.

-you could be laughing extra loud at his jokes then realize ur laughing too loud, look at him while he isn't looking at you, sneak an extra sweetener packet on his bed when he isn't around,,,,

-his ass still is clueless.

-it takes either curly or swansea's help to realize that you had a massive crush on him but were just to shy to say something.

-once he realizes, he is now all over you and following you around like a lost puppy. not nonchalant at ALL.

-literally tries to pick up the polle statue to show his 'guns' but the statue moves only an inch..

-now he is hyper aware of your actions and reactions, he finds your shyness just SO CUTE WTFFF.

-compliments you to see what you would do.

-"man, have you always been this hot or is it just the sweetener talking?"

-runs away.....

-would steal sweetener packets just for you two to share :)

Nurse Anya

-i feel like she notices how different you act around her, but she just thinks its because you two are good friends.

-she never assumes anything, just her friend being friendly.

-even though you sometimes make it unintentionally obvious..

-like this one time you recommend her a book from your quarters library and her fingers lightly grazed yours reaching for it.

-oh shit. her soft hands touched yours. oh god what does a normal person do in this situation??

-"thank you for the-oh... book."

-well, they don't smile awkwardly, sweat pouring down their face and leave in a hurry with the book still in their hand.

-anya isn't stupid or completely oblivious by any means. she definitely knew from this encounter of your little crush on her.

-she is quite flattered honestly. someone so similar to her truly likes her?

-when she fully processes this information, she is very subtle with how she shows her affection back.

-during check-ups, she sometimes gives you a treat from one of her desk drawers for being a good patient.

-other times she lets you join her late at night in the lounge to just look at the pretty night time screen.

-"this makes me miss home. it's so beautiful."

-you'd look over at her and her eyes are not on the screen, far from it actually.

-her eyes are on you.

-so this is what a heart attack feels like..

Mechanic Swansea

-unpopular hot-take, swansea is actually a dilf and he often has younger men/women confess their feelings to him.

-so because of that headcanon, swansea definitely knows how you feel from the first time y'all met.

-your eyes would subconsciously peek at his open shirt revealing his chest. suspiciously, whenever he would look back, you quickly turn away shyly...

-he immediately thinks he is way to old for this shit. he just got out of a divorce and prolly never wanted to try again. especially with someone younger.

-"what is with this damn younger generation with old people.."

-he tries to avoid you even though you two are co-workers and.. work together. on the same ship.

-as weeks go by, your shyness starts to grow on this grumpy man. he... he thinks it's endearing in a sense..

-he rather likes how reserved you are, and how are aren't as loudmouthed as daisuke.

-he won't act much different to you, but according to the rest of the crew it is obvious.

-swansea leaves little sticky notes reminding you to eat or sleep because lets be honest.. you are quite neglectful, and the sticky note quotes,,

-"..the crew doesn't need you passin' out while doin' your job. so eat or i will make you."

-swansea is also much more soft-spoken with you than anyone else.

-he has never raised his voice or spoken down on you. his usual brashness and snarky remarks are now toned down (but not entirely) around you.

-"hey. i didn't say you had to leave, did i? stop puttin' words in my damn mouth and sit."

Co-captain Jimmy

-jimmy prolly doesn't even acknowledge you at first.

-you could be looking at him, thinking he doesn't know that your eyes are skimming over his face and body.

-oh but jimmy.. he does know,,, but he never shows that he does.

-he likes the attention on him. your eyes looking him over when she doesn't even know that he is soaking it up.

-im sorry but he definitely gets off to the fact that you are shy and get flustered easily.

-he loves how malleable and submissive you are due to your shyness. and he uses it to his advantage.

-he shows his affection strongly after he knows your crush.like sometimes he would purposefully follow you places and when you turn around he'd be like..

-"do you mind? you're in my way.."

-i feel like he wouldn't know how to properly express his feelings so he would be kind of unnecessarily mean and cruel.

-and after he would be mean he would be nice and extra affectionate so you would still like him.

-like you could be working on something and is critical about your work.

-"are you serious? tsk.. move, since you clearly cannot perform a basic task."

-then later he's like..

-"im glad someone on this ship is helpful, like you."

-basically, he purposefully plays with your feelings to get you to confess bc i feel like he likes when women come to him.....

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chairoikogumacore · 7 days ago

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Brainstorming about scent kink with Curly..

Smelling him through his boxers, smelling his cock, heavy balls, taint and asshole..he smells so good down there, you can't get enough of him.

Pulling his boxers down to really take in his scent, smelling and licking his musky ass, you just wanna take him all in, you want Curly's musk, his scent, everything about him

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chairoikogumacore · 14 days ago

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i apologize for this.. BUT what about curly sobbing when he's overstimulated during sex because it feels too good.. and he can barely talk, most of the words leaving his mouth too quiet or unintelligible to decipher :3

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Tw/cw; OVERSTIMULATING CURLY!!!, he cries, no specific genitalia mentioned so gn ig????

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I feel as though Curly would only get overstimulated if he wasn't topping. Like, in missionary, he knows his own limits because he's so used to the position. That's not at all saying he's bored, he enjoys it a lot, but because it's your default position, he knows when to stop before he gets overstimulated.

The first time you ever overstimulated him was when you were riding him. It was your first time being on top, and yeah, Curly was practically doing all of the work, but that's besides the point.

Anyway, because it was a new position he hadn't tried before, he didn't know his limits just yet. So imagine his surprise when he started to get overstimulated after the first time he came, and you were STILL going, just adding to it.

It was a new experience, a new feeling, he didn't know how to handle it. So what does he do? Cries. He cries. Yeah, I said it, he'd cry when being overstimulated BOOM I JUST DROPPED A BOMB ON YOU GUYS!!!

No but in all seriousness, he would cry. Like I said, it's a new experience for him and he's just not used to it yet, the extreme pleasure he's feeling is catching up to him, badly.

His grip on your waist would loosen and his head would be thrown back, maybe even a little back arching action idk lololollollllol 🤭🤭

You have this man seeing legitimate STARS. He'd try to praise you, tell you how good you're making him feel, but everything coming out of his mouth is either incoherent or whispered.

You can make out some of the words though, but he's just repeating 'i love you' and other random praises and pet names, practically anything that comes to his mind in those moments. But most of the words he's trying to say get drowned out by his loud whimpers and moans.

I really hope you don't need aftercare, because he canNOT feel his legs.

A/N; chat should I start adding memes as dividers again I feel like I lost a lot of whimsy by doing away with them

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chairoikogumacore · 18 days ago

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tease.

feat: keigo takami. college au.

warnings / cache notes: SMUT. minors dni. language, oral (m receving, implied f recieving at the end), face fucking (that feels lewd to type LMAO), reader is a massive tease i wanna say. just torturing drunk keigo with some head and he snaps. 2.6k. i went overboard. whoops.

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keigo is a touchy and clingy drunk. you've always known this. he also turns into a bigger brat than yourself— that's what pissed you off tonight. the entire walk home he was feeling you up, would not take his hand off your ass for a single second.

but how could you yell at him when he had those precious puppy dog eyes and those cute little curls that stuck to his sweaty little forehead? his cheeks were rosy from alcohol and his eyes were glazed over and he clung to you like you were his lifeline— but he kept touching and whispering flirty and borderline depraved things in your ear the entire walk home.

upon finally getting to his apartment, you set him up against the wall just inside while you close and lock the door. his fingers hover around your waist— never drifting too far.

you bend to kick your heels off and keigo takes advantage of the position to grind his hips into yours. an exasperated sigh leaves your lips— his actions are sloppy and messy and nowhere near as sexy as he was trying to be.

"keigo," your voice is tight, a hand clasping overtop of his in some attempt to ground him or at least sober him up somewhat. "let's get you to bed."

keigo whines. his fingers dig harder into your hips and his mouth finds your neck when you straighten up in front of him. his chest presses against your back and most of his weight leans onto you. "baby—"

"no," you cut him off. you peel his hands off of you and wrap a hand around his wrist, twirling yourself around to turn him around at the same time. you press your palm in the space between his shoulder blades and push. "you're going to bed. you're plastered."

keigo sighs dramatically but he complies. there's a cheeky smirk on his lips as he makes the way down the hall on uneven footsteps, and when he reaches his bedroom door he struggles to open it at first. if you weren't so irritated at his bratty behavior you would've chuckled at how he went face first into the wood before he managed to get it open.

by the time you've gotten things situated out in the main room, keigo is face down on the bed when you go to check on him. his wings are limp and spread out along the sheets, lazily twitching as he hums under his breath.

you make your way into the room and stand at the edge of the bed. "you are not sleeping in that," you say, motioning towards his clothes that are rumpled from a night of drinking and reek of alcohol and sweat.

keigo turns his head to peer up at you. when his hazy golden eyes lock onto your form, he smirks and the tips of his wings flap ever so slightly. "can't i?" his voice is still so slurred when he speaks. "i don't wanna take them off. too lazy."

you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. clicking your tongue in disapproval, you motion with your finger towards his sprawled out form. "sit up."

keigo lets out a drunken giggle— full of mischief and nothing good ever comes out of that noise. he surprisingly obeys your command, however; even if it is with a half smirk and over dramatic movements. he manages to hoist himself up, propping himself back onto his hands on the edge of the bed.

"happy now?"

your patience is worn thin at this point. you can feel your lips curl into somewhat of a growl and your knees force his legs apart just a tad too roughly. keigo doesn't mind, obviously. he's far too drunk and if he's honest, he likes when you're a little rough with him.

your hands tug at the hem of his shirt and he lifts his arms so you can pull the fabric over his head. he catches your gaze when it lingers just a tad too long on his exposed chest and he smirks.

the smug little shit.

"now lift your hips," you order next, pointing a finger down to his hips. a short huff of air leaves your lips when he purrs at your tone, and he only grins at the way you roll your eyes. he knows you're only feigning annoyance— if you were truly annoyed with his antics you would've left him to fend for himself for the night. he's just wondering how far he can push you.

your fingers make quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans and the bulge and strain only make it more difficult.

keigo is also a horny drunk.

he leans back just a tad as his hips lift up as you tug the fabric down his hips and tights. the smirk on his lips turns just a tad more smug and crooked, his head tilting back as he watches you with eager eyes. "c'mon babe. you know you wanna," his words are still slurred, but have gained the weight of lust.

your eyebrow quirks upwards as you manage to get his pants down his knees. "what makes you think you deserve my touch right now?"

his lower lip juts into a pout that you fear is just a little too genuine. his eyes drop to that puppy dog gaze and he spreads his thighs ever so slightly, the muscles twitching with the light strain. "babe, don't be mean to me…"

you have to sigh in response. your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek. "you like when i'm mean to you."

keigo's cheeks flush. "i do," he admits just a little too easily. he sits up in a rush and you can tell he immediately regrets the decision. his hand rises to press his fingers to his forehead as if to soothe the spinning that you know his brain is dealing with at the moment. "baby, please," he pleads.

you stare back at him with both eyebrows now raised. your arms cross over your chest and you adjust your stance in front of him. your eyebrow twitches, higher up in the form of a taunt and your head tilts. your lips curl into a smirk, "beg."

keigo scoffs in amusement. "excuse me?"

by now the alcohol has settled in his system— making him more stubborn and cocky. shortly he will realize this will be his downfall, but he's not paying attention that. he's clearly not used to you being so… forward. keigo calls the shots usually. it's how things usually flow in bed with the two of you.

and even though your attitude is arousing to him at the moment, his stubbornness outweighs it heavily. he makes it show as he leans back, throwing his arms behind his head with a smirk. "you're gonna have to ask me nicely, babe."

oh how his smirk drops when he sees you sink to your knees in front of him. there's no way you're giving in this quickly, so keigo can only assume you're up to something devious. you move inbetween his legs and his thighs clench almost involuntarily.

you don't touch him. you merely make bold eye contact with him over the obvious tent in his boxers and a shaky exhale leaves his lips. he swallows thickly— you see his adam's apple bob as he forces the lump down— and his voice shakes just the slightest bit when he speaks. "baby," he mumbles, his tongue feels heavy in his mouth. "don't tease me. not right now."

your lip juts out in a condescending pout almost immediately. your hand raises to trail the tip of your finger along the outline of his cock through his boxers and you watch with a satisfied gleam in your eyes as his cock twitches and jumps under your feather light touch. your eyes flick back up to his, an eyebrow still raised in a taunt.

keigo's face is flushed. his smirk has long faded and has been replaced by a wanton expression of need and desperation. "stop teasing," he growls, his entire body twitches as he restrains himself from grabbing a hold of you or just bucking up into your touch entirely.

now, you're pushing it. you lean in with a smug smirk, your mouth hovers overtop of his cock. the heat of your mouth just causes him to twitch and throb more. keigo lets out a strangled moan at the feeling and his breath gets caught in his throat.

your eyes don't leave his for a second. "make me."

"you little—" his arm moves, reaching toward you— but he stops himself. "stop fucking teasing."

"you're so twitchy," you mumble as your lips brush against him. the only part of you to make contact with him is the ghost of your lips and it drives keigo insane. "i haven't even touched you, baby…"

keigo's breathing is labored with the effort of holding himself back. he grits his teeth and his eyes shut briefly as he tries to compose himself but he swears he sees double when he looks back down at you. his voice— low and rough— has a hint of pleading underneath. "just touch me already, fuck."

keigo's heart rate picks up when he hears you chuckle. he groans, the noise pulled from deep in his chest when your nose nudges against his cock. it does nothing to help his situation when you purr a tiny little "oh, baby…" at him in response.

he can feel the heat growing at the base of his spine. it's getting increasingly harder for him to not just grab you and force you down on him. even drunk he's still respectful— but it's like you're deliberately pushing the limit.

your tongue rolls out and flattens against him and it causes such a whorish moan to fall out of his mouth. the fabric dampens under your tongue but you refuse to move, obsessed with the way his cock throbs and twitches under your tongue. your eyes flick up to his once again and keigo swears his vision spins when he sees the corners of your mouth lift in a smug little smirk.

he thinks he's getting a moment of reprieve when your fingers curl into the waistband of his boxers. but the moment his dick is freed you only coo and stare at it, practically drooling at the sight.

you still don't touch him. at least, not in the way he wants you to.

you're evil, he's thinking to himself. you're an evil woman, teasing him like this. he makes a last ditch effort to control himself and grips his sheets with white knuckles. "baby, please…"

another chuckle from your mouth. you don't know why you turn so sadistic when you're in a teasing mood, but seeing keigo in this form was just too good. your tongue flattens along the underside of his cock and you hum against him. "so needy…"

his head knocks back against the pillow. "if you don't take me into your fucking mouth i swear to god—"

"you'll what?" your tongue leaves in favor of torturing him some more. your eyebrow lifts in a challenge.

a strangled cry leaves keigo's lips and that's how you know he's snapped. his hands surge forward, diving into your hair as he tugs you forward. "you're gonna get your mouth on me right this motherfucking minute," he growls out before he finally forces his tip past your lips and into your mouth.

he almost cries out in pure ecstasy the moment he feels your mouth. your throat tightens around him as he forces you down, both hands in your hair to make sure you don't move away from him. he moans loud and unabashed, his head rolling back with his eyes squeezed shut. "fuck," he breathes out after a moment. his hips rut forward into his mouth, "that's it, angel. just like that."

a swift yank forces your glossy eyes to dart up to his own. his chest rises and falls with labored breathing and he revels in the silence for just a moment. you swallow and gag around him when he pushes himself deeper and he breathes out another loud and throaty moan.

"you've been driving me insane," he manages out in a rough tone. he takes in how your lash line waters and the corners of your mouth pool with drool and a warmth spreads in his chest. he guides you with his hand in your hair, making sure your head moves in tandem with the rhythm of his hips.

your eyes start to flutter shut and your hands grip onto his thighs for some sense of stability. your scalp stings when he tugs your hair once again, forcing your eyes up to his. "eyes on me, dove," he orders through a rough moan. "keep those pretty eyes on me."

he knows he's being just a tad too rough but god damn does your throat feel amazing. he doesn't even care that your eyes are fluttering every time his tip hits the back of your throat— the way you gag just makes him throb even more. you're taking every inch of him so well that he forgets he was even irritated with you in the first place.

your nose is flush with his pelvis with each thrust, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. the noises are obscene— from both keigo and your mouth, but the sight of you is even more divine. it's so lewd and filthy that keigo doesn't even care that you're drooling all over yourself. his thrusts into your mouth only get quicker as he tries to chase that white hot pleasure he's been chasing since you took his pants off.

"god— you feel so good," his head tilts back with a moan. his body is taut with tension, the veins in his arms show restraint as he grips your hair tighter. if you weren't going almost lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, you would've moaned at the sight of him.

his cock throbs on your tongue and you know he's about to cum. his movements get sloppier— rushed and uncoordinated. "fuck," he swears, one of his hands moving to the back of your head. he repeats the swear over and over as his hips move faster and rougher as he chases his orgasm using your mouth.

with a final push, he forces his cock the farthest it will go down your throat as he spills inside of you. his hand stays on the back of your head to keep you there. his mouth drops open as he pants and moans and drags your name out in several syllables.

he pulls you off of him and keens in delight at the line of drool mixed with his cum that connects your mouth to his cock. you pant heavily once you're granted access to oxygen again, letting his release sit on your tongue before you swallow. you take heavy gulps of air as his hand cups your cheek.

his gaze is suddenly more soft as his thumb swipes along your cheek. both of you are panting, chests heaving but keigo's touch is gentle and soothing as he pushes strands behind your ear. his tongue darts along his lip as he drags his thumb along yours. "are you okay?"

you nod, feeling like your throat might combust if you try to use it to speak. keigo's mouth lifts with a small grin and he curls a finger underneath your chin. he coaxes you upward, pulling you ever so softly up onto the bed with him where he then cages you underneath him.

"you were such a good girl," he mumbles, his fingers moving to the hem of your shorts. his breath is warm and still heavy with strained breaths against your stomach as he tugs the fabric down your hips. "let me repay you, hm?"

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chairoikogumacore · 18 days ago

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keigo is unapologetically a whore when it comes to sending you voice notes. it’s a surprise every damn time—it could be the middle of the day, and you’ll press play, expecting a rant about something, only to for his pretty groans to reverberate through the earbuds.

your jaw drops, and a low heat begins to simmer in your stomach. after you’ve quickly scanned the area to make sure nobody’s around, you crank up the volume to the max and restart the note.

“god, fuuuck,” he moans, the word trembling on his lips, and it is just too easy to picture him right now. in your mind’s eye, you can see him leaning against a wall on the very top of a tall building, flushed cock in hand while he tries his hardest not to drop his phone. “i need you, baby. i need to bend you over right now and give you this dick.”

keigo shudders, and you can hear the ruffle of his agitated feathers in the background. his breaths come in both hot and heavy, crackling through the phone between each pinched gasp or moan.

“i - i know you’re gonna say i’m being dramatic, but god, you have no ideaaa,” each slick pump of his hand on his cock brings less relief than it is meant to, and you notice the frustration making its way through his dirty talk. “i can’t focus. all i’m able to think about is—nghhh, shit—is how goddamn pretty you look when you’re fucking me back.”

keigo takes a moment to drag in a shaky inhale, his nose whistling softly as he does so. your thighs squeeze together tightly, arousal pooling sticky and wet between them. just like he had intended, you’re hanging off every word, nearly sick with desire as you wait for more.

you think of him throwing his head back in that certain way that he does when he nearly sobs out your name, sounding broken and debauched all at once. god, he’s so damn shameless, sending you shit like this while he’s on patrol and you’re somewhere across the city. it’s hard to complain, though, with the way he spoils you—you almost begin to wonder what you did to deserve a four minute audio jam packed with noise.

“oh, oh fuck,” keigo whines, sounding like he’s nibbling at his chain, a nervous habit of his, “christ. you—you gotta tell me where you are, angel. i can’t handle this anymore, i really can’t.”

not far from the speaker, his feathers flick and shuffle, sounding more uncontrolled than before. “ughhh, i just wish you could see what you do to me. i’m crazy for you and sometimes it’s like you don’t even know it.”

he goes on to say something else, but it’s too crackly and muffled to understand. you shift in your seat, feeling hot all over—you’ve seen what you do to him, and is it a sight.

keigo’s cheeks always flush a rosy color, and when his body is tangled up with yours, it’s impossible for him to even attempt to mask his emotions. breaking down his daytime defenses and making a mess of him is satisfying in a way that is impossible to stop craving. on the other side of the phone, he probably looks even better than you could even imagine—golden and flushed in the afternoon sun, chain between his teeth, expression crumbling into one of absolute bliss.

you can hear the change in his breathing pattern, the way it becomes more stuttered and gasping, and you know your favorite part of the audio is coming soon. literally.

“—so close, i’m so fucking close,” a litany of moans spill out of his mouth, each one softer than the last. “all i want you to do is come here and take what’s yours, angel . . hah, i’m gonna cum—shit, ‘m gonna cum for you.”

you’ve got stars in your eyes as you mentally cheer him on, feeling your own arousal swell and rise in your chest like a tidal wave. thanks to keigo, you’re all hot and bothered in a café.

keigo falls apart just as a barista passes you with a coffee in hand, and you ride the high along with him. he sounds nothing short of beautiful as his groans dissolve into overstimulated gasps of your name and various pet names.

he chuckles, quaking with sensitivity. “there’s so much. if you were here, you might’ve choked,” he sighs dreamily, starry-eyed. “i’ve combed through this district and the next one over twice already. send me your location, angel.”

there’s some static and shuffling before you hear him shaking his wings out to get them ready for flying. “we’ve got plenty of time, if you’re fine with not being able to walk after. maybe i can drop you off at the house and we can take a quick shower there too.”

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chairoikogumacore · 21 days ago

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I just know Taishiro is an eater, an absolute munch. That man eats pussy like it’s the final meal he’ll ever eat in his life. I just know he’ll have you screaming

#🧸.txt #based on some yummy fanart I saw on twt #god I miss fatgum #fatgum x reader #taishiro x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader

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chairoikogumacore · 23 days ago

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hold me, love me; jinx x fem!reader

wanted to do something sweeter for jinx, maybe boring but <3

summary; slow mornings with your girlfriend, and you’re both eager to show your love.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; gentle lovemaking, fluff, switch!jinx, switch!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, porn with (some) plot, very romantic overall

men and minors dni.

you slowly wake with a stir, colorful lights shining throughout jinx's hideout. blinking once, then twice, and- oh.

jinx is already awake, still in your arms, but just... staring at you. your gaze meets hers for a few moments, still bleary, but she doesn't waver. if this was earlier in your relationship, you might be put off, but it's clear by now that she just likes looking at you.

"mm.. morning," you grumble, and jinx's lips finally tug into a small smile. "morning, toots."

you look back at the wall clock: 10:56am. later than you'd usually sleep in, but it's not like you have anywhere else to be today.

"how long have you been awake?"

"uh... an hour or two?"

your fist comes to rub the sleep out of your eyes, mumbling under your breath. "and you've just been staring at me the whole time?"

"yeah."

a laugh almost comes, but you have to stifle it. it's endearing, these unconventional ways of showing her affections. you're just too pretty, she can't help herself- at least, that's what jinx says. but you've never once felt scrutinized under her gaze. you let out a deep sigh, coming to sit up against the headboard and try to swing your legs over the bed.

though jinx's grip around your shoulders tightens immediately, an almost pitiful whine coming from her. "noooo," she drawls. "stay with me, lemme hold you a little longer."

she tries to give you the best puppy eyes she can muster, and while those wide rosy eyes would usually make you cave...

"baby, i'm just going to make breakfast," you chuckle, coming to grasp the girl's slender wrists. "i'll be back."

"but i'm not-" then a little grumble from her stomach, which you quirk an eyebrow at. "fiiiine, just hurry."

you let out another amused huff, leaning to press a lingering kiss to jinx's temple. "atta girl."

you make your way to her little kitchenette on another platform of the turbine, opening cabinets to see what she's got. since getting with you, jinx has started to actually keep ingredients stocked whereas she'd usually pop a frozen meal in the microwave. she's made a lot of good progress since you came into her life, that much is clear.

she's got flour, baking soda, eggs, frozen meat, milk, syrup... right. jinx has a sweet tooth, pancakes would be perfect. though a little messy, she'd love those. so you pull a bowl from the bottom cabinet and get started with the dry ingredients, then carefully cracking eggs in to make the batter.

thank janna you have at least simple recipes memorized, because jinx can't be bothered to get any cookbooks. or even write down recipes and put them in a folder. at this point, you might just have to go out and get her one yourself.

and for all you know, jinx is probably still laying in bed with a pout on her face just itching for you to get back and cuddle with her. just the thought is amusing, but you'll be there soon enough. as soon as the batter is whisked to the right consistency, you turn the knob on her little gas stove.

within another few moments you're pouring batter into a frying pan, waiting a few moments for it to sizzle- then flipping, repeating until they're the way you know she'd like. soft and fluffy, nice and sweet.

a bit of powdered sugar and syrup, and you're back to jinx's cot with a steaming plate of pancakes. as you come closer into view, the girl immediately perks up at the smell. "oh, that's good! what is that?"

"pancakes," you chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out the plate. "made special for you."

"mm.. thanks." she quickly takes the plate and fork, about to start slicing them before she looks back at you with furrowed brows. "you didn't make anything for yourself?"

"i'm not hungry. just eat, babe."

and knowing you have the habit of skipping breakfast, the girl decides not to push the issue any further. she turns the fork to the side to start cutting them into small pieces, letting out a satisfied hum as soon as she bites in.

"shit, these are good..."

you feel a smile tug at your lips, tilting your head. "yeah? i'm glad. just don't get any syrup on the sheets."

"i won't! jeez, i'm not that clumsy."

the next few minutes are filled with a comfortable silence and the fork scraping against the plate, before she sets it on the side table with a satisfied sigh. she gives you another little smirk, and you can't help returning it- until you notice something.

"you uh... got something on your shirt," you murmur, pointing to a wet spot right below the neckline.

"did i?" she looks down, searching for a few seconds, then her eyes widen. "oh, shit."

it's just a little bit of syrup, but the sight is amusing all the same. you roll your eyes and reach for the hem of her sleep shirt, slowly pulling it over her head. it's a routine you've done many times by now, you've seen each other naked enough for it to not be worth any spectacle.

"i'll get you something else to wear," you smile, but as soon as you move to step away from the bed, jinx is taking your wrist.

"wait, come back."

"i won't be long-" and jinx has pressed herself forward to press her lips to yours- slow, sweet, tentative. your lips find a gentle rhythm as she lays herself back down on the cot, pulling you on top of her. a soft hum comes from her throat as she threads her fingers into your hair. oh, this is what she wants.

your arms wrap around her waist, trailing up to her bare back. each touch of your fingertips feels like electricity lighting up her nerves, and you deepen the kiss just that little bit. dragging your tongue over the seal of her lips like a whispered plea, and jinx eagerly accepting. your tongues tangle as she comes to grip your hair just a bit harder.

"mm," she hums, breaking apart for just a moment. she's already flushed and beginning to pant, but you aren't much better yourself. "couldn't resist..."

"i'm not complaining," you murmur, before leaning to connect your lips once more, this time with a sense of urgency. within moments your lips are moving in synch, jinx tugging your bottom lip between her teeth and letting out soft whimpers into your mouth- while her hands go anywhere they can grab. they're out of your hair and slipping under your top, squeezing at your tits, then slipping to the curve of your ass, drawing strangled gasps from you.

that's what does it. you break the kiss with a sharp breath, moving to trail little pecks along her jawline. each kiss is a praise of its own, with whispered words like "you're beautiful," "i can't get enough of you," and "i love you."

"you like that?" you murmur, fingertips brushing both of her pierced nipples- her breath hitches once again, and the girl quickly nods.

"yeah- yeah.. keep doin' that.."

that's all the permission you need, your nails scraping against the buds ever so slightly before you take one into your mouth and jinx arches into you. the contrast between warm, soft skin and cold metal is a sensation you've come to love. your lips close over her nipple, swirling your tongue slowly and drawing those cute whines from jinx. one hand finds its way back to your hair to push you even closer.

it's sudden, but welcome. you start suckling, and jinx's head tosses back. she's already trembling, and all you've done is suck on her tit- though you can't say it isn't touching. you're giving her this feeling.

you pull back with a wet 'pop,' kisses trailing even further down. over her sternum, her toned abs, her stomach, where her hip bones jut out, still whispering words against her skin. the further you go, the more desperate your kisses become. you're eager to show her just how badly you want this, how badly you want her. despite the chaos, jinx is all you could have ever dreamed of and more- how did you ever get so lucky?

she tugs at your own top though, her eyes pleading. "i wanna see you too. please?" and… how could you deny that sweet voice? you pull back for a moment to hastily slip your top off. it causes jinx's eyes to go wide, but damn if she isn't selfish.

"ah, toots," she breathes out, face flushed. "please, i need you.."

you place another slow kiss above the waistline of her sleep shorts, voice reverent against her skin.

"you have me, i'm right here. i'm just taking my time with you."

while jinx might prefer a quickie some days, or to be fucked deep and hard until she can barely speak, she can't deny how much she loves these moments of unbridled intimacy. moments where she can let her guard down and just feel.

"go ahead, then," she whispers, her hand finding your cheek. her thumb rubs over it for a second, before you smile and press a light kiss into her palm.

your lips brush over the soft skin of her lower stomach once more, before finally, your fingers dip below her sleep shorts. peeling them off slowly until they pool at her ankles, and tossing them to the side. jinx won't need those. clad in a pair of baby blue panties, and there's already a damp patch between her thighs. damn.

"you're wet, baby," you whisper, eyes flitting up to hers with a little smirk. "did i do that?"

"mhm," she breathes out, voice bordering on desperate. "you did, can't help it…"

the sight only makes you want jinx more. you lean in to press a slow, tender kiss against her clothed heat, you can feel the little shiver that goes up jinx's spine and you finally pull her panties down. the girl shivers once again as she's exposed to cold air. she's beautiful, every inch of her.

but you said you would take your time, and that you will. your lips find her inner thighs, kissing over them and softly nibbling every once in a while. not enough to leave marks, but enough to make her squirm. she's growing desperate, you can tell, but you want to make this worth her while. passionate.

"i love you so much," you whisper against her skin. your breath grows closer and closer to where she needs you most, almost torturously slow. "i love you, jinx."

she shivers again with those words- because they never grow old, no matter how much she hears them. she used to believe that nobody could love her for the chaotic mess that she believes herself to be, and you've proved her wrong time and time again. it's moments like these that jinx feels like her heart is bleeding right onto the pillow, but she doesn't run from the feeling. she embraces it.

"i love you too," she whispers. "more than i ever thought i could love anyone."

that does it for you, and your mouth finally lands on her. splitting puffy folds with your tongue, before running it from her leaking entrance to her clit. the second it lands, jinx lets out a ragged moan. the tip of your tongue flicks over the bud once, then twice, then it flattens against her and her hand shoots down to tangle in your hair.

"oh- oh, fuck, that's it.."

you want to hear so many more of those noises. so you pick up the pace just a little, hands holding her thighs open and one of your thumbs brushing along the skin. your tongue flattens again, swirling around her clit while you feel her fingers gripping your hair even tighter. enough that you can almost feel her nails on your scalp.

every moan drawn from her chest is additional encouragement. your eyes flit up to her face from between her legs- those rosy eyes nearly glazed over, her face flushed. the quickened rise and fall of her chest is something you could grow addicted to. you'd tell her that, but… your mouth is occupied. maybe later.

your tongue swirls over her clit one more time before descending to her neglected hole, pressing in ever so slightly. you'd live between your girlfriend's legs, making out with her pretty cunt until you died if you could. that would be a good way to go, you think. jinx throws her head back at the sensation, she's always had a love for feeling full.. and you'll indulge her, just a bit.

"aah! hnng, toots- toots-"

what? you want to ask. what do you need?

though you know her well enough to press your tongue inside another little bit, hearing her breath catch and another little whine. then making your way back up to her clit. you can tell from the way that her walls contracted around the muscle that she's getting close, so you know what to do now.

jinx is already near losing her mind, but the second your lips form a seal over her clit, she's gone. the gentle suckling sends shock waves through her entire body, and she's trying so hard to not just grind her hips against your face. try as she may though- because she's doing it. it only further proves her desperation. you're making her feel incredible.

"i'm gonna… oh, fuuuuck, fuck, fuck!" she nearly cries out. "keep going, don't stop-"

then it hits her, washing over her like a tidal wave. although her mind goes blank for a moment while your tongue eases over to ride her through it, it's warm. not the rough, slamming feeling she gets at times. it feels like being lowered onto a cloud while your warm hands knead at her thighs.

another second before you make your way back up, leaving a few kisses along her stomach and chest on the way. jinx doesn't even think before pulling you down for a slow, breathless kiss. it's a bit messy, desperate- she can taste herself on your tongue. your bare breasts touching and her hands on the back of your neck.. the girl wants to be as close to you as humanly possible.

"that was…" she whispers against your lips.

"wonderful? perfect?" you offer, and she lets out a dry chuckle.

"yeah, all of the above. jeez," she huffs, before pressing another little peck to your lips. "you're good at this whole 'gentle' thing."

you give a warm smile before kissing both of her cheeks, then pulling back. she gives an almost pathetic whine and you can't help shaking your head.

"i'm just getting you some water and a towel, okay?"

jinx doesn't say anything in response, but nods. gods, the pout on her face is utterly adorable. she watches you move to her mini fridge, taking out a plastic water bottle and then her cabinets.. a messed-up, frayed towel, but it'll work. you return soon after with both in hand, handing her the bottle and gently wiping her inner thighs clean.

"how are you feeling?" you hum, sitting on the edge of the bed. she takes a little gulp of water, clearing her throat. "good. more than good. you… damn."

another little smile tugs at your lips with the words. that was your entire goal: to make her feel good and loved. once jinx sets the empty bottle on a bedside table, you take the initiative to lay down beside the girl. wrapping your arms around her petite frame and holding her close to you, you can feel her head nestling into your chest. pure bliss.

"you were wonderful," you whisper, your eyes meeting jinx's own. "perfect. i love you so much."

"you keep saying that," she chuckles, although there's no bite to it.

"yeah, because it's true," and you come to pinch the tip of her nose, drawing a little giggle. "and i mean it more every time i say it. i love you, jinx."

she can't help the flush that rises to the tip of her ears. she hopes you won't notice, but she knows well that you will.

"mhm, i love you too," she replies, her voice an unusually soft whisper.

you press a gentle kiss to her forehead, hearing the little 'hm' she lets out. it's tranquil, peaceful while she comes down from the ecstasy you just gave her. she connects your lips once, twice, soft and sweet and tender. before she starts shifting to straddle your waist, and her kisses grow more rushed.

"hey, hey," you huff, though there's no denying the glint in your eyes. "i'm supposed to be taking care of you right now."

jinx rolls her eyes in amusement, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. "yeah, well, i recover quick. now i'm gonna return the favor."

the girl has never been one to waste time, evident by the way she's already reaching to tug at the hem of your pajama pants. she's biting her lower lip like she's eager to unwrap a present.

"babe, you really don't have-"

she quickly presses her index fingers to your lips, tutting while shaking her head.

"ah-ah, toots, i'm gonna love ya the same way you did me."

and, well… the offer is too tempting. you slowly nod, tugging her down for one last sweet kiss. your foreheads pressed together, you whisper, "okay."

jinx doesn't need to be told twice. she moves to quickly pull off your pants, slipping them down your legs and discarding them to the same pile her own clothes went to. her lips move to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses over the expanse and suckling. right over your pulse point, where she knows you're sensitive.

"jinx, that's, ah- not fair..."

she lets out a little huff against your skin, gently nipping the area with the teeth. "who said anything about being fair?"

because while she can be gentle, she's still jinx.

small marks start to form already, purple and bruised. not too large, but the girl has always had a thing for leaving her mark on you. at least they're smaller than they usually would be. her manicured nails lightly scrape down your collarbones, to your nipples before rolling both of the buds between her fingers.

your breath catches in your throat and you instinctually arch into the touch. her fingertips are calloused but so addicting- pleasing you thoroughly while she keeps her gaze on your face. parted lips and half-lidded eyes, you're a damn masterpiece.

"you're gorgeous," she hums, keeping her fingers on your nipples while her lips make their way down between the valley of your breasts and stomach. "you don't have a clue how pretty you are, do you? my pretty, pretty girl..."

the words have their desired effect as you feel heat rising to your cheeks, but damn if that heat in your core isn't more apparent than ever. now you understand why jinx was asking you to just get on with it, but at the same time, being loved like this is comforting. knowing that the girl knows every square inch of your body like the palm of her hand- all of your sensitive spots, every blemish and scar. she's seen all of your mind, body, and soul, and loves you for all of it.

jinx takes her time kissing over your stomach, any moles she might find- down to your navel, her tongue flicking out a few times just to taste you. kisses descending to your pelvis where she looks up at you.

"i wanna feel you so badly," she murmurs. "nice and deep."

it sends a jolt of desire right through you, landing between your legs and making you even wetter, somehow. she inches your panties down in a teasingly slow manner just to watch the expression on your face, the one that screams desire and affection.

"relax, toots.. i'll take good care of you. promise."

she moves back up your body to hover over your face, braids dangling over either side of you while her middle finger finds your clit. slowly at first, and the sensation is incredible. a soft whine is pulled from you and she smirks, finger moving in little circles over the bundle of nerves. working you slowly at first, then a little quicker as she hears even more moans.

"you sound so good," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. "keep makin' those sounds for me, yeah?"

"yeah- yeah, aah.."

the pad of her finger keeps moving over you, picking up the pace before she sinks a finger inside. wet and eager, like you're sucking her in, and she lets out a little giggle.

"wow, it went right in! you want me bad, huh?" she huffs, a toothy grin coming to her face. "you're adorable.. i love every part of ya. everything."

her thumb works over your clit while her middle finger slowly thrusts in and out of your hole, wet squelching noises a quiet melody. she loves it. bless those long and slender fingers, already hitting your g-spot and making you see stars with each gentle thrust.

"right there, right- ah! hnng.."

your back starts to arch off the bed, one hand finding the sheets and gripping. jinx takes your other hand though, lacing your fingers together as her lips brush the underside of your jaw. the gesture is so intimate, a reassurance that she's here and you're safe with her. gentle affection, even through her teasing remarks.

"i got ya, i got ya..."

she keeps rubbing in gentle circles while her middle finger thrusts in and out of you in tandem. hitting that spongy spot again and again while she watches your face twist in pleasure and your eyes almost glaze over. her gapped teeth sink into her lower lip and low hums escape her, because damn is she in awe. you're so perfect, so smart and so loving and she gets to be the one to feel you like this.

jinx then slips her ring finger inside, drawing a guttural moan from your throat while your head tosses to the side. she tuts though, clicking her teeth.

"look at me, babe."

it's hard to concentrate on anything with the way her hand is making you feel, but you turn your half-lidded eyes back to you. there's so much pure adoration in her gaze it nearly hurts. her pace quickens a little, both her thumb and her fingers inside you. she can feel your gummy walls pulsating around her and she already knows you're close. you must've been really worked up from what you'd done to her.

"getting close, toots?"

"mm.. yeah, haah- close, please-"

not a second more before her lips are on yours, moving in a slow yet desperate rhythm. kiss-swollen lips swallowing every moan and whimper as you arch into her, squeezing her hand as if she's your only physical anchor to the world. right now, she might as well be.

"come on, cum for me," she murmurs against your lips, pressing her forehead against yours. "i love you.. love seeing you like this. love hearing you. cum for me-"

those words and her ministrations are everything you need to go over that edge. the entire world goes blank for a moment, your vision white and a shrill cry escaping you.

"jinx, oh gods- jinx!" you cry, now gripping that hand so hard you might as well break it. but she doesn't mind for a second. "oh.. fuck, jinx..."

"shh, i'm right here," she whispers, withdrawing her fingers from you. she slips the digits into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them and tasting your essence. seeing you flushed and wrecked after what you've just shared. "right here. i'm not goin' anywhere, lovebug.."

you're trying to catch your breath below her, a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin. but throughout it all, you let out a soft laugh and lean up to connect your lips once more in a chaste kiss.

"you're way too good at that, jinx.. wow."

"i aim to please," she grins. "nothing but the best for my girl."

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