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If you have the willpower and a slightly impure heart, you too can handle chillies before giving a priest a hand job so they think they're going to hell for the sin of it all

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Handjob agreed to.

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The Edge and Rider have a different kind of competition.

"You're moving quite quickly," he says, amused in every sense of the word. The Edge has a smugness to him, but it's earned. An honest arrogance, backed by stamina and skill and the squeeze of his fist around the Stranger's cock. It’s practiced, in that way only experience and time bring.

Huff— and inhale.

Silently, he cedes the point. The Stranger slows the pumping action of his hand. It's for the best, isn’t it? Trying to cheat the other man out of an honest orgasm would be cheap; it would make a poor competition. The samurai has long-since proven himself an excellent host, the least he’s owed is a grateful brawl.

Though— he isn't sure he can match how the Edge works his length. In firm pulls and tugs, wrist twisting until grunts echo from the drone's chest. He feels— good. Different from his own mechanical touch, rough callouses over sensitive circuitry. It’s not too much. He isn’t finished. Not overwhelmed but closer to it than not.

The Stranger's touch slows, in his distraction. There's a firm hand circling his, to keep it steady, to match the pace engulfing his dick. Strong fingers take over, guiding, urging. "Come on," comes the Edge’s goading, almost polite, voice, "—you can do better than that."

#furiass #edge x rider #hcp the edge #hcp the stranger #handie #hand partialism #partialism #mechanophilia #overstimulation #writing process

can the handmaid have some?

The best way to please the Handmaid is to give her a break from the order, duty, dictations of Scratch. Catch her in a pocket of time and really wring her bulge out until she's a comfortable slump. Maybe tease her nipples or throat with teeth, blunt or sharp will do, while sinking fingers into her nook.

#homesmut #hcp the handmaid #handie #partialism #chest partialism #naphephilia #answer process #typing process

i rarely see aradia x tavros but they could be SUCH a good combo

It helps that Aradia can fling him around like a sack of potatoes. It makes the logistics so much easier when she's been settled in his lap for an hour with her ass bearing down on his thighs, gripping his horns at the base to hold him still for every plundering kiss.

First, he ensures the wheels of his chair are actually locked. Then, his fingers tap against her hips until she gets the idea, gathers a fraction of her psionic ability and rolls his hips up between her thighs at the rhythm Tavros sets by squeezing her waist. He can tell she enjoys the pressure. It's lethargic and slow, just how they like it, just like the kisses they share that fill his hive with low, wet sounds.

When Aradia's starting to grip the back of his head, he pulls away just enough to pant against her throat, rucking up the torn hem of her skirt to cup her bulging panties with his calloused palm. She bears down hard. Tavros pushes up with equal strength and teases the soaked fabric sticking to her nook with his middle finger.

Now that things are escalating, she moves. Levitates out of his lap long enough to drag her skirt up to her waist and hook her knees over the armrests of his chair. She leans back against nothing, hair spilling every which way. Tavros honestly thinks she's beautiful like this with her eyes half-shut, hips twitching forward into his hands. Panties are tugged easily aside, baring her nook and half-sheathed bulge to the air. He takes the latter in hand and works it slowly, gradually urging the whole of her writhing geneshaft into the open.

"Tav— ros!" she keens, fingers clutching at his wrists. He just grins up at her, delighted by how easily Aradia comes apart for him, and sinks his fingers into her nook slowly to ensure she feels every callous and scar. He takes his time stroking her open, revels in her pitched sighs and the shudder of her thighs.

#homesmut #aradia x tavros #hcp aradia megido #hcp tavros nitram #handie #hand partialism #partialism #paralysis #telekinesis #psionic #answer process #writing process

Karkat and Roxy but she's giving him hacking lessons while jacking his bulge. Somehow it's a hundred times more informative than Sollux's suggestions.

She’s soft in the middle, like him, and somehow melds perfectly to his back until he’s forced to sit a little straighter for her spine’s sake. The laptop sits between his spread legs, clawtips barely able to glance over the keyboard because she’s—

—fuck—

working his bulge in slow, base to tip pulls. Roxy starts just above his sheath and pulls upwards until the writhing, tapered end is looping over her fingers, only to start the process over with her other hand. It’s endless. It’s fluid.

And she expects him to remember that the semi-colon follows his execution.

Then again, Roxy’s promised to let him dump his material into her human genesac like some fucked up flush-porno, so. Every ounce of brainpower he can spare is spent on recalling her tips, listening to her suggestions, groveling in front of her laptop.

Karkat groans as the buttons of his website shift from slate gray to bright, blinking crimson, and Roxy’s hands retreat to start unbuckling the belt around her skirt.

#homesmut #sophophilia #distraction #handie #karkat x roxy #writing process #hcp karkat vantas #hcp roxy lalonde