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"Moan"

[Send me “Moan"and I’ll generate a number!]

Twenty-two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place

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Despite being shinobi, the Senju camp was a relatively lively place during daytime. But that usually changed during the night when only those set to patrol could be seen and heard outside of the tents.

Eveb though they were now married, Mito and Hashirama had never brought any bedroom activities outside of said bedroom, Mito hadn’t even let the thought cross her mind.She disliked the thought of anyone hearing them and even after her own wedding night she had been unable to look anyone on the eye for two days. This even though nothing had actually happened.

And yet, now she didn’t even bring herself to care if anyone would hear her tiny sounds of approval as callused hands moved over her, pushing fabric away to reveal skin  to his fingers. 

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-distraught horny mal noises-

[bioticus]

"Beautiful. As always."

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♡

♡ :Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

She does have a small scar on the top of her left breast, but other than that...no not really.

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Haptephilia B)

Haptephilia: I’ll write my/your character becoming aroused by my/your character’s touch.

It seemed like Del knew exactly the right buttons to press, they had been huddled up together, near a fire for some time now, it was Mals idea to bring him along, the smoke and such in case any D.U.P decided to pay a visit....But instead....they found themselves against each other, and Mal, found her hair being idly played with by the other, his finger tips just gently grazing the back of her neck, her face lighting up, only partially obscured by the darkness around them. She squirmed a bit, a small feeling of heat building between her legs. That was the spot right there, the back of her neck, just the lightest of touches that could tickle, drove her into a frenzy...but she couldn't let him know, she feared it might get a bit too...awkward.

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❤

She had agreed with Eugene to spend the night at his home, to ply some games, namely Heavens Hellfire of course, and so he could teach her how to actually be good at it. But, she started to feel a bit...strange, around him, aroused, he as adorable, and just...she anted to be a little bit teasing to him, since she had assumed that he probably hadn't had sexually intimate moments with a woman.

She chuckled, moving the controller out of his hands, and pausing the game, she sat on his leg, smiling as she began to move her hips back and forth slowly, pressing down a bit as she moved forwards, a smirk on her face as she leaned in and pecked his cheek.

"Tell me Eugene...do you...like this sight~" She purred in his ear, as she pulled her head back, with a chuckle.

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They were lying in bed sans their clothes, bodies laced with thin layers of sweat with tangled limbs. Her breath was heavy as she lay beneath her husband, looking up at him with adoration in her eyes; the same way she always looked upon him. She could not remember the last time she had felt so contented - both physically and emotionally. To have her Wildfire in her arms once more was satisfying, soothing her heart that usually ached in his absence.

His hands sliding up her sides made a purr rumble from her throat but the sound was cut short as his finger followed the horizontal scar across her neck. She shuddered, not because the action hurt but because it was a painful reminder of the fate that had been chosen for her just prior to Ragnarok. It was the mark Gullveig-Heid had left when she had slaughtered the blue-eyed goddess in order to make sure she did not run off and tell that Loki had been released from her bonds.

Sigyn’s eyes closed, the smile that had been on her lips fading as flashbacks filled her mind. Two of Gullveig-Heid’s minions had grabbed her arms, dragging her out of the cave. She had gone kicking and screaming, bellowing Loki’s name in hopes he would wake from the slumber he had fallen into, in hopes that he would come to her aid because despite the fact he may not have always been present during the hardships of their marriage; she had always firmly believed that he would be there when she truly needed him.

"Please do not," she muttered, eyes slowing opening to reveal the water that now welled in her eyes; her own hand coming up in order to move his hand away.