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“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”

“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”

Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”

“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”

“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”

mentions: threesome, competitiveness, also possessiveness, oral sex (f!recieving), tongue fucking, fingering, sliiiight edging? dirty talk, petnames, praises, can we say overstim too, boobplay, groping, tip rubbing help wtf is that called, am i missing anything else (the way this was supposed to be a drabble.....)

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jason todd and clark kent— prime— only had one thing in common, and that was being competitve

so when you put two competitve people in the same room, on top of the same bed and eating you out at the same time, best believe there will be competition “hey! move over!” “and give you this pussy? fuck no” you couldn’t believe what you were seeing-- two grown men, between your legs and facing your drenched cunt, arguing about eating you out like refusing to share candy. god, the heat in between your legs and them doing nothing about it made you frustrated “oh shut the fuck up” you spread your thighs wider and buried your hands in both of their hairs to shove both of their faces on your pussy at the same time. and the synchronized slow drag from their tongues on your clit made you knock your head back with a loud moan, the sensation buzzing through

clark’s tongue was focused on your clit, the pace fast and quick and enough to leave you breathless, feeling his tongue repeatedly both play and abuse your clit. jason’s tongue was in your pussy, slow yet deep as his warm tongue was making your walls pulse like crazy

“that’s it, baby” clark purred, two fingers gently spreading your folds apart without his pace stopping, making sure your clit truly felt every part of his tongue. “tell jason who’s really makin’ you feel good”

that made jason roll his eyes, slowly retracting his tongue back, your walls now clenching on nothing. you whined from the empty feeling, but it quickly trailed into a moan the moment you felt two of his thick, calloused fingers bury themselves in your pussy till his knuckles were nudging.

the way his fingers filled up the space and went along perfectly with clark’s tongue was making your brain foggy. for two people who were different, they surprisingly worked really well together

“attagirl” a smirk formed on jason’s lips, his green eyes dark with lust as they were pinned up on you. “tell him whose girl you are”  a choked sound left your lips when you felt his fingers curl in you, nudging in all the right spots 

clark’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration, flattening his tongue and pressing it flat onto your clit. the pressure made your hips jerk back, a small yelp heard from you and your grip on his hair both twitching and tightening on his locks. now that formed a grin on clark’s busy lips

“you should feel the way she’s grippin my hair” he spoke from your pussy, resuming the insatiable pace. “says—“ lick. “a lot—“ lick. “doesn’t it?” lick.

your voice was trembling, arching your back for more of jason’s fingers, for more of clark’s tongue, for more. “jaso- ohhh clar- mph!” poor you couldn’t even get their names out.

and of course, clark’s words got into jason’s head, making him lean forward and grab your jaw with his free hand to pull you into a kiss— passionate, sloppy, all tongue and saliva—  all while his other hand was still pumping his digits at all the right ways

“that’s it, gorgeous” he murmured on your lips, biting your bottom lip to slide his tongue in. “you’re my pretty girl, arent you?” his curled fingers were now nudging on a deep spot. and just by the way your clit was twitching on clark’s tongue from his licks, you were about to be close

and clark knew— of course he did; this man knows your body like the back of his hand. there was no way you were going to cum on jason’s fingers first, not when he was right here

right where you knew one last flick from clark’s tongue would have been it, his mouth detached itself from your cunt. that made jason swallow a frustrated whimper from you from the lost warmth and sensation.

but all was forgiven when you felt clark’s thick tip rub onto your cunt, hard and already leaking with pre cum. the feeling of his tip, rubbing on your saliva-covered clit with the pre-beads of cum made both of you moan

just like jason, clark hovered on top of you, trailing his lips to the sensitive parts of your skin and leaving open-mouthed hickeys and bites, saliva trailing all over. his hand went to your boob, squeezing and fondling it while brushing his thumb on your hard nipples, his touch making you arch your back to press your boob more to his palm as you moved your hips for more friction for clark’s tip and jason’s fingers.

all while both of them were mindlessly blabbering praises, your head so fucked you couldn't tell who was saying what “ohhh fuck, even she prefers me more than him”

“cmon baby, be my good girl and prove him wrong”

“say my name out of those pretty lips, won’t you?” “mmmm, that’s it. take it all, take it all from me” let the games begin!

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Reader who started calling Rocky pet names out of habit and, after explaining, Rocky loves it. But then reader and Grace start dating and you call him a pet name and suddenly Rocky is seething with jealousy.

“Rock, honey, be careful,” it slips out when he barrels past in his ball one day.

You’re writing on a white board when he squeezes past, knocking into the leg of the table and causing it to shake, sending some utensils flying. Obviously he’s incredibly sturdy (…rocky…), but he can be kind of reckless sometimes.

“No understand second word.” At least he stops rolling around to ask.

Grace looks up from his work bench, glasses sliding down his nose to where they’re almost falling off, and glances between the two of you. He’s in one of his stupid pun shirts that grip his biceps too tight, and you can’t think about that too much or else your mind will wander.

You realize what you said and that now you have to explain pet names to an alien. “Oh uh…” you look back at Ryland for assistance, but he just throws his hands up in a this-one-is-on-you gesture before returning to his work, slipping his pen between his teeth as he thinks.

You look back to Rocky who is eagerly awaiting your explanation.

“…It’s a pet name. A term of endearment,” you decide to go with, “Like something you call someone you care about.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then, “care about Rocky? Question.”

You’re shocked that it’s a question. You squat down to be semi-level with him, hand finding the top of his ball, “yeah. Of course I do Rocky.”

He extends himself so his carapace bonks the tops of the ball where your hand is. The ball does a great job at insulation, but you can still feel a little more heat seep through when he does.

“Amaze amaze amaze. Rocky cares about humans too, statement.”

You smile, but then remember something else, “Oh! Honey is also a food, though.”

He shrinks back down, you assume because he’s put off by the mention of eating. He takes a single step back, ball rolling a small amount.

“Rocky food? Question.”

You burst out in laughter, Ryland can’t help but join too.

“No! Rocky not food! Honey is sweet, so you call someone honey when their personality is sweet too.”

“Oh, understand. Rocky sweet!” He does his little happy chirps and jazz hands that always make you get a little cuteness aggression.

“…debatable…” you hear Grace murmur from his station, probably because Rocky rolled over his toe this morning.

“No, Rocky sweet, statement. Other human said so, Grace is dumb dumb dumb human, smart smart smart human call Rocky sweet.”

You stand and laugh, happy to gang up on Ryland with Rocky, “yeah, Ry, I’m smart smart smart.”

It’s months later after you and Ryland finally stop pretending that you only love each other as ‘crew mates’ that it gets brought up again.

“Ry, can you pass the p20,” you’re running more experiments on the taumoeba, at this point more out of boredom than anything.

He hands the pipette to you from across the bench. “Thank you, honey.” The word slides out without you even realizing it, but someone in the room definitely takes notice.

Rocky stops his ministrations with his xenonite, dropping it and rapidly tapping on the barrier.

“What. Grace not honey, Rocky is honey! Only Rocky get pet name, statement.”

You look up incredulously, unaware that Rocky felt so strongly about his pet name.

Grace seems fairly shocked at his insistence too, but he’s not one to pass an opportunity to tease Rocky. He tilts his head like he’s thinking before looking over at Rocky, “Well, no bud, I’m pretty sure I’m honey. Maybe when you can pass a pipette…” Ryland teases.

“No no no, Rocky honey, Grace is leaky space blob, other human knows Rocky better.”

You can’t stop your giggle. It feels a little mean because clearly Rocky is actually passionate about this, but his possession is cute.

“Okay! I’m sorry!” You say through the giggles, “It was an accident. Rocky is honey. Ry, you…we’ll workshop it.” You’re not sure if he even likes pet names, let alone which ones.

He pouts across the lab bench to you.

“No workshop. No special name for Grace, only Rocky.”

“‘Merry Christmas, please don’t call’ is about jegulus”

“‘Merry Christmas, please don’t call’ is about black brothers”

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