#animators I have questions

[rom-e-o]

Slow Hands (NSFW fic) (Part 2)

(Chews through the soft-sided cat carrier you tried to put me in) HI, I’M BACK! Part 2 is done.

Reminder, this is an 18+ fic! Minors, DNI. Fic is below the cut.

Leaning back, she watched as his long arms drew him sleep shirt up and over his head. Each new inch of stomach and chest revealed sent a thrill through the woman. She’d seen his bare chest and body many times, but it never stopped being exciting seeing him bare himself for her.

Ebenezer was a pristine, London gentleman and philanthropist. Every comment from his mouth was befitting of a man of his intelligence and station, his hands drawn politely close to his person unless he was shaking the hand of a thankful client in his private bank. His public image was as shiny as a newly-minted coin, only even more sought after (especially by ladies).  

It filled Constance with pride that she was someone who was privileged enough to know how to peer past pristine persona to glimpse the masculine, virile man beneath the surface. Sometimes, he crawled out on his own, surprising her in bright bursts of passion. He’d come home from long days at work and take her right against his study wall, and other times he’d be a quivering mess

Regardless of the origin, the outcome was no less welcome.

Shirt off, the two united in a kiss that started chaste and quickly became lingering. Mouths open, tongues exploring and stroking, her body became more and more pliant beneath him.

Molding to the mattress, her hands struggled to undo her silk robe and lift away the nightgown that, while luxurious, was nothing more than another barrier between them in that moment.

Lips never leaving hers, his hands felt their way to the garment’s hem and tugged it upward.

“Arms up,” he whispered against her lips, and she obeyed. With movements both efficient and gentle, he pulled the gown over her head. They parted for only a moment to allow the cloth to pass over her face, and he watched in awe and her strawberry-blonde hair fells back over her shoulders in taffy-colored waves.

“Beautiful,” he husked, unable to keep the word to himself as he stroked her face, admiring it like glass. “So bloody beautiful.”

His words never ceased to make her melt, and she drew her hands to her face to smother a giggle. This sweet laughter turned to a gasp as Scrooge’s lips slowly descended upon her chest, kissing down the valley between her ample breasts.

While his lips teased her chest, his fingers traced a pattern down her fluttering stomach, stopping at the crease between her lower belly and thigh. Thumb and index fingers spreading there, massaging the bone beneath the flesh, he awaited permission to drift lower.

When it was granted in the form of a buck of her hips, a grin adorned his face, and he delighted his sliding his hand between the lips of her cunt. Beads of moisture gathered at the reddish curls between her legs, the downy curls parting easily to welcome his fingers.

“My, my,” he teased, fingers moist with slick from one brush. “So wet for me already.”

“Mm-hmm,” Constance moaned, head tipping back against the pillow.

Turning his hand at the wrist, his thumb and index finger began a soft, stroking motion over her lips, teasing the sensitive flesh. Starting gentle, his pace gradually intensified, the pads of his fingers skimming the tip of her clit with each pass. Slowly, the bundle of nerves became engorged with blood. It began to pound with want, the gentle movements luring it from beneath the soft, petal pink hood.

She mewled at the motions, hips jumping up eagerly at each pass. With each leap, her legs trembled and her stomach quivered.

“My beautiful, beautiful goddess,” he said, voice rumbling with arousal in his throat. His fingers coaxed and slipped further in, savoring the liquid warmth pool there. “Do you like that?”

“Y-Yes,” she panted. “S-So much…”

He smirked devilishly. “Is it enough?”

“No,” she gasped, filling her lungs with a shaky breath. “O-Oh my gosh…ah…ah…”

“What do you want then, love?” he asked, increasing the pace, the sound of wet skin meeting his ears. He hadn’t even removed his trousers yet, so that arousal was all hers. “What do you need?”

“More of you,” Constance replied, her shoulders squaring as she braced against the pillow. “Oh, please, please. Give me more, Ebenezer. I need you.”

He liked that answer, and rewarded her by slipping on long finger between her lips and inside her. Immediately, she arched her back sharply and began to roll her hips harder into his hand, picking up speed as she did so. He began to crook his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, knowing her body so well that he easily pinpointed the spot inside her no other man had been able to find.

He nudged her g-spot squarely, smirk widening as he noted the way her body tensed and relaxed in sync with his motions. Her delicious moans lured him down and into another breathtaking kiss.

Then without warning, he slipped in another.

“E-Ebenezer!” she cried in bliss, twisting her hips to grind harder onto his hand. “O-Oh, mm…”

“Mm, that’s it,” he said in response to her sudden gasp of pleasure. “Mm, good. So good, taking my hand so easily, love.”

“Oh, god…” she whimpered, the pulsebeat of her throat racing. She tossed her head from side to side, biting the inside of her cheek to stifle another moan. “Your hands feel so good…so, so good inside me…”

Gods, he could listen to her gasp his name like an erotic mantra for hours. Days. Years.

He pulled his fingers from between her legs with a succulent pop, thumb swirling around her clit upon exit.

Cock straining against his pajama bottoms, he sat back on his heels and began to unlace them. Constance rose to her elbows to watch, eyes glistening as she drank in each and every movement. Her pupils almost seemed to vibrate as she moved them to trace every millimeter of his body. Then, once he peeled away his pants and shucked them onto the floor, he watched with satisfaction as her gaze darkened at the sight of his cock. Already arching proudly toward his navel, a small bead of clear precum gathered at the tip, already swollen maroon with arousal.

Gripping his erection around the base, he gripped the base and gave a soft pump, eyes fluttering shut as he did so.

“Look,” he beckoned, pupils falling on her breathless form as his own body heaved with need. “Look at what you do to me. Making me so bloody hard…so fucking needy. Needy for you, your mouth, and that pretty body of yours. The taste of you…the feel of you.”

With meticulous slowness, his fist loosened enough for him to drag it up to the tip of his cock, palm the slick, then quickly drag is back down. Skin reddening and veins swelling against the taut skin, he winced against the harsh gesture before opening his molten eyes to face her again.

“Hngh, fuck…” he gasped, his breath ragged as sandpaper. “What you do to me…and I’ve barely even touched you.”

A laugh puffed from his chest.

If his old self could see him now, he imagined he’d be equal parts humiliated and absolutely flabbergasted. He was not only bedding a woman so sweet that her blood might have been made from syrup, but they were married? And she could turn him into some simpering mess with just a few touches? It was scandalous – deplorable!

He adored it.

Entranced by the sighs and sights of him, Constance’s body seemed to move of its own accord. Guided by lust, she allowed her legs to fall open at the knees, bearing her pretty pink cunt, still glistening with slick, for him.

With a shaking arm, she reached over to the opposite side of the bed to grab a small throw pillow that, thankfully, hadn’t fallen onto the floor during their ruckus.

Lifting her hips, she slid the cushion beneath her lower back to elevate her trembling body further, presenting herself to him.

At this, Ebenezer leaned forward, one hand remaining on his cock while the other skimmed her thigh. He gave himself another pump, watching as his precum dripped onto her lovely skin.

“Mm, what a lovely view.”

“Please,” she begged, voice tight and limp at the same time. It seemed to be the only word that was ever on her mind when her and Ebenezer fled to the bedroom together for quality time.

“Please, what? Use your words, darling.”

It took every ounce of self-control in his body for his voice to not waver in that moment. For him to not succumb to the building, primal urge inside him to flip her over, spread her legs, and plow into her, driving her hard into the mattress and making her scream with ecstasy as he filled her with his seed.

Swallowing, she lifted her legs and wrapped them about his svelte waist. With a brisk roll of the hips, she brought their bodies together in one fluid crash. His cock slid teasingly between the groove of her lips, and both let out guttural cries of need.

“Please,” she practically cried, “Come inside me.”

“Constance—”

“Please, I want you to fill me up so bad…” she wept, breasts bouncing with each whimper. Her thighs shook as she cradled him, the hair-dusted skin of his taut belly pressed against the throbbing bundle of nerves tucked up in the delta between her legs. “Fill me up, make me yours…”

Again, her wish was his command.

A growl tumbled from his throat as he shifted his grip from his cock and to the bedframe.

“Like this, dear?” he asked, hand clutching the headboard tightly, the flex of his arm delightfully obvious.

She nodded, biting her lip in delight, giving her mouth an added delicious flush. “Y-Yes. Just like that…”

His other hand returned to the underside of her thigh, assisting her legs in staying propped open as he eased between them. Although she had begged for him, he knew that staying inside her for the remainder of their union was not a plea to take lightly. It was not only a sign of love and commitment, but a sign of the utmost trust. Something that a woman like Constance did not offer up freely.

He locked eyes with her, slowly his breath to assume a serious, yet soft, tone.

Then, with softness akin to the first winds of spring, he asked, “May I…?”

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her back. “Please, Ebenezer. Please, please, please… want your cock inside me. I was you to come in me…”

The blood-engorged tip of his cock nudged the lips of her cunt. Instead of plunging all the way inside with unceremonious neediness, he started with lighter, half-stokes. One inch. Three inches. Five inches.

All the while, the intimacy of leaning over her so closely, hand clutching the headboard of leverage, was more intimate than he had ever thought it could be. Her spine curled artfully, arching her back just so her beautiful breasts were pressed to his chest fully. Stomach-to-stomach, hip-to-hip, face-to-face. Heart-to-heart.

Each heartbeat felt like a tectonic shift. Each shuddering breath made both their joined bodies quiver like the line of a spider web in a windstorm.

It was so intimate that he found himself borderline distracted, becoming lost in the depth of her eyes, as clear as the waters of a lake from a storybook.

Once he bottomed out inside her, a pause commenced as he allowed her to adjust to the size of him. Although they’d shared many intimate couplings, Scrooge would never risk hurting his beloved, and was always sure to take a beat before assuming any kind of pace.

All of a sudden, the silence was broken by Constance lifting her head to run her lips along his neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said.

At first, he thought he’d misheard her.

“P-Pardon?” he asked, blinked down at her with wide eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” she repeated, the words coming to her easily. She drifted back, moving her lips up to his cheeks, then his lined forehead. “The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Your eyes, your face…”

He chuckled bashfully, averting his gaze. “I-I don’t…”

Her manicured fingers came to rest atop his thin lips. “Your voice. Your lips. And…”

With barely any pressure, she trailed her fingers down to his chest, drummed them over his sternum, then moved them over his pectoral muscle.

“Your heart.”

Emotion welled in him, and he had to close his eyes to keep his eyes from watering. Almost unconsciously, his hips began to sway lightly, gently seeking the embrace of her body around him. Her hips fluttered at first, struggling against the cushion and weight of his body, but eventually fell into an easy rhythm.

“I love you,” she said, noting how his breath began to come in disorganized huffs. She saw the outline of his bicep become more pronounced as he held on for much-needed leverage.

The declaration, if possible, shook him further. Gods above, how was she real? “Constance…”

“I love you so, so much,” she said again, the last word coming out as a belabored moan. “My husband. My prince. Ah…”

She could hear the sound of his erect cock sliding in and out of her sheath, the wetness squelching as their hips bumped over and over. Gods, it was an embarrassing sound, but it was hard to spare any second thought with Ebenezer tucked so close, their bodies moving in blissful harmony.

Pressure and heat building, she angled her hips so he could plunge deeper, arcing swiftly against her cervix at a punishing rhythm.

“I-I love you too…” Ebenezer gasped out, perspiration beating as his hairline as he continue to work his hips in a frenzy against her. His spare hand went between her legs, thumb working her clit back into a blaze with a few skilled swipes. He worked her easily, searching for the perfect spot, until he applied a swift jab of pressure on the underside that sent her head flying back against the pillow.

“T-There!” she gasped. Her hips moved desperately against his skilled fingertips, each movement creating a hot spark of pleasure-pain that bloomed behind her eyes. “Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

As they neared a crashing crescendo of their union, Ebenezer found his head sagging between his shoulders his body becoming numb to the exhaustion as he raced toward his climax. Seeing that Constance was also close, her cheeks tinged pink and her chest damp with sweat, he dipped his head to kiss her lips. The touch was supposed to be chaste at first, but quickly grew passionate as her tongue danced with his.

He succumbed almost instantly, whimpering as his hips pounded hard, then slow, then fast again, then—

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he whined against her lips. “I-I…”

“Come one, fill me up,” she coaxed her voice clipping at her own ecstasy washed over her. “Yes, yes, drench me, make me drip from you – ah, aughhh!”

With an animal-like sound that was much less elegant than Constance’s breathless series of increasingly loud moans, the two came in partial unison, with Ebenezer reaching his end just slightly after Constance. His thumb kept working her clit through each throbbing clench, only stopping when his own release blotted out all his senses. Muscles screaming, he buried his face in her shoulder and held on, clinging to her tightly as he pumped her full of his seed.

Once he was thoroughly milked to the point where he could feel is release dripping out of her and onto the sheets below (no doubt Magda would tease him about the sheets needing an extra washing, as if she didn’t know why) he finally allowed his body to relax.

Like the strings of a harp that had just been caressed through an entire melody, he slipped into tranquil stillness easily. Slowly, he lowered himself beside Constance, who laid supine beside him. Eyes closed but legs open, she panted through the last rumors of her release, basking in the tingling aftershocks that threatened to lure her to sleep.

Staring at her, his hand came up to gently sweep some downy baby hairs from her forehead, her sweat causing them to stick.

At this, her eyes fluttered open as she descended back into reality. Of course, Ebenezer was there to catch her and hold her in his arms, cradling her dearly to him.

“That…was much better than any book we’ve read,” she said softly, head lolling against his chest.

Smiling, he tucked her under his arm and dropped a kiss on her head.

“I’m glad I was able to meet your expectations,” he teased.

Bodies still entangled, they reclined against the pillows together. They were sweaty and sticky but had absolutely no desire to part ways. At least, not yet.

“At this part in the book, the usually fade out to a fireplace, or something…” she said with a light laugh. “I think I’d prefer to stay in bed with you for a few hours.”

“I must agree,” he whispered, tracing the outline of her face. “I’m in no hurry to rush on to the next chapter.” 

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[bigwraith]

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[inamindfarfaraway]

Shoutout to the maned wolf, which is technically neither wolf nor fox but has its own genus called Chrysocyon! Why -

why are your legs so long?

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[little-pondhead]

[sorry for the tiny text!!]

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Danny: Wait, how did you learn to do that???

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[andyling]

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Welcome home theories about Eddie, etc.

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What is their reality when we're not watching it??

ALSO WHY WAS THE HOT DOG EXPLODED-

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Miyazaki, just out of frame, sledgehammer raised:

[yourlocalabomination]

God gave me Procreate Dreams and a vision.

[gallusrostromegalus]

*ghost sound*

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ok folks time to start rallying for The Animation Guild union stuff

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[sebfreak]

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[albihypnostuff]

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