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i still love hate this mushroom <3

#aero.art #myc #mycanise #inside job #myc celium #selfship #i been thinking about myc these last few days and have really missed drawing him

happy 2 year anniversary inside job <3

#i know its not matsu stuff but...#inside job is still really important to me... or at least myc is #so i just wanted to draw a little something for the anniversary today...#mycanise #just a little bit of them bc i miss them you know... naywayyyyy #inside job #myc #my art

Myc and gender neutral fat reader, myc being a shameless flirt in public, lots of grabby tendrils 🤪🤪🤪🤪

“You’re trying to start something right now?”

“Oh c’mon, I’m bored,” Myc whines, sitting back in a booth of the restaurant the two of you were in, flagella still coiled around your ankles and sloping up your calves, “food won’t be here for a while, let’s have a little fun.” If he had eyebrows to raise they’d be waggling.

“Seriously?” You chide, a brow of your own arched but still smiling, half-heartedly amused. Your palm cups your cheek, elbow resting on the table while you look across at him and enjoy the ability to be outside with him beyond work, thankful for government watched businesses within the DC area, scattered like speakeasies for entities such as Myc.

“Oh I’m deadly serious baby,” he croons, smarmy and charming and already persuading you fully into it, “c’mon, let me play.” Before he can carry on or move, you snake your leg around a tendril twice over, winding it in a coil around your leg so it spans your thigh.

“You wanna’ play? Bring it big daddy.”

Two tendrils part your legs beneath the long tablecloth and brush your underwear while you snake your wrist around the base of one, pumping with a straight-faced smirk. “It’s on, Pinkie.”

Within moments he’s fucking your cunt beneath the booth table and you’re purposely clenching your walls around him as your hand jerks off the flagella bases to get him squirming, challenging him inadvertently and trying to make him cum first. Or at least before the food arrives.

You’re gripping your knee tight beneath the tablecloth, trying to be as casual as you can while both you and Myc feign conversation that he fills with innuendos just the same way he fills you.

“You okay? Look a bit out of sorts, maybe we should get the check and head home.” He muses, amused lilt in his tone very present as he curls within you, making your hips jolt and lips pull into a line, trying to contain any noises or outright signs of weakness, knowing you don’t give a damn but you’re still in a public place and don’t need a mark on your record just yet.

“In all honesty,” you pause, grinding your hips in a swiveling motion that makes him lean his cap back, orb flickering, “I’m rather stuffed myself, so we could take the food to go.” Punctuating your words with flicks of your wrist, you jerk off two tendrils at a time as the three flagella thrust in and out of your sopping, overstuffed cunt and the forth plays with your clit.

“Got - ah fuck - seems like you’ve got your hands full, Pinkie.” Myc’s orb is flickering more and you’re grinning, cheeks warm and lips slanted in that dazed smirk he loves, getting him even more fucked out. “I’ve always got a thing for being hands on with you, right honey?” You respond, squeezing the bases of his flagella and feeling him groan and shudder before whimpering incoherent things beneath his breath.

“Go on,” You coo, soft and soothing like a night sky, “come for me Daddy.”

He cums, gushes of it flooding your cunt and now-soaked underwear, placed conveniently to where it’ll be hidden beneath your clothes. The feeling of it, all warm and liquid hot inside of you sends your careening, lids fluttering and back minutely arching as you come with a soft sigh, leaning back against the booth and just resting, blinking blearily at Myc from across the booth.

“Oh shit, I think our foods here.”

Myc laughs from when the food arrives until the waiter disappears to attend to another table, childish giggling making you smile too.