A/N: I JUST noticed I forgot my poor bb Peter for these things so he’s now added to the list
Also I can elaborate on any of these… I definitely already have NSFW posts for some of them
Requested by: Anonymous
Alex: He’s playful and sweet, with just a bit of roughness. He likes sex to be fun for the both of you. Romance and seriousness don’t come as often but he likes you to laugh and smile the whole time.
Charles: he’s the true romantic. Mood lighting, music, massages before hand… all of that. I also think he’s super big on cuddling after and teasing before
Erik: Romantic but rough is the best way to describe him. He likes to worship you but he also likes to show off a bit and put some real muscle into it.
Hank: He’s a generous lover that likes to pretend he’s gentle but he’s got a secret kink side. Just picture all the fun the two of you could have in his lab and with safe lab equipment
Kurt: I like to imagine that he tries gonna super romantic and sweet but he and you get giggly and the romantic atmosphere is ruined by the laughter the two of you share. Role play is cool for him. He can also last forever.
Logan: He tries to be romantic with you, but he’s more fueled by passion than by love and the two of you can be found doing the do in a lot of odd location based on how the mood strikes the two of you
Peter:Playful and fun but really needy. Honestly he’s just so smitten with you that he wants you at all times. A lot of quickies and him rubbing up against you and teasing you in public.
Scott: He’s Playful and just the slightest bit kinky. He likes to try wild things but will usually just have a routine and relax with you. He loves morning sex.
Warren: He’s rough as hell and emotions drive how he acts in bed. He’s kinky AF. Will get it on anywhere
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Of course!!!!!!! I’m sorry it’s taken me fourteen years to get to this (sometimes I forget I have a side blog) but I hope this is okay!
I’m using s/o (and y/n instead of an actual name, but that’s a normal thing I think) instead of girlfriend/boyfriend because I try to keep things gender neutral! I hope that’s okay, because that’s how I like to write!
Warnings? Maybe some cursing but that’s about it (also mentions of dogs getting their lil baby paws stepped on and peter getting beat up?)
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“Scott, don’t even try to act like you didn’t cry when you stepped on that dogs foot.” Peter said, crossing his arms.
Warren, Peter, Kurt, and Scott were sat in a circle. A bro circle, of course.
“Of course I cried, Peter. I have a soul. You nearly cried when Kurt bamfed in front of you and your pizza slice almost dropped onto the floor.” Scott snapped back, frowning.
“It was quite amusing, Peter.” Kurt smiled gently at him, causing Peter to smile to.
“Well, Warren cried last night when his-”
“I did what now, speedy?” Warren cut him off, his wings flicking out as a warning.
“You almost cried last night, when y/n started tearing up because Scott stepped on the dogs foot.” Peter said, raising his eyebrows at him.
“No,” Warren scoffed, his wings tightening up “I did not. I don’t have enough emotion for that, Petey.”
“Yes, you literally did. I saw the tears in your eyes. Warren’s a crier.” Peter grinned at him and dived when Warren launched his boot at his head.
“Shut it, speedo.” He snapped, glaring at him “I could, like, beat you up. So, fuck off with that shit.”
“Who’re we beating up?”
Warren sat up immediately, blushing “Hey baby”
He smiled, his arm wrapping around you gently, his wings fluffing up as you kissed his cheek in a greeting.
“We’re beating up Peter.” He said, softly.
“Awh, hell yeah. I’ve been waiting forever for a reason to beat up banana hammock.” You said, grinning at him.
“Banana hammock?”
Warren ignores Peter and smiled again, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, humming “We can tag team him.”
“I’m gonna go find Jean, I wanna show her the dog we found yesterday.” Scott left the room, dragging Peter behind him, who was pulling Kurt with him.
“Why do we wanna beat him up?” You asked, giggling as he said “He was telling everyone how I cried yesterday because you started crying and for some reason I couldn’t help it but start crying with you.”
“It was precious, really.” You said, smiling as he placed his forehead against yours. “You’re a very doting boyfriend. Very emotional… Very empathetic? That’s a better word. Empathetic.”
“It’s only because I love you.”
You could feel your heart stutter, thinking in the back of your mind that’s not healthy, grinning as you responded “I love you, Warren. My angel.”
“I love you, doll. Cupcake. Honey. My sweet baby love. Love of my life. Darling. Pumpkin.” He pressed little kisses to your cheeks as he went on, leaving you in fits of giggles.
The first time Warren had told you his middle name was when you were helping him fill out paperwork, and you abruptly realized that you didn’t know your boyfriend’s middle name. When you asked, his face fell, and he tried to take the paper from you, insisting that he would just fill it out himself. You persisted, and only after swearing up and down that you would never tell anyone, he told you.
“Kenneth?”
Warren immediately turned scarlet, but attempted to hide his embarrassment behind a scoff, returning his attention to the papers in front of him. You could tell from his reaction that it was something he really disliked, so you never brought it up again.
Until he came home from a mission injured.
You had received a telepathic message from Professor Xavier, giving you a heads up that Warren had been injured due to thoughtlessness on one of their missions. He had apparently not been paying attention, and had taken a somewhat serious hit. You were assured that he would be perfectly fine, but that didn’t ease your concern and annoyance.
By the time Warren walked through the doors of the mansion, shirtless with a large bandage on his side (yet he still wore his leather jacket, which you were certain he had been adamant about having), you were somewhere between furious and immensely worried. When you saw that he wore a smile, indicating that he was perfectly fine, the anger was the emotion that took over.
“WARREN KENNETH WORTHINGTON III!”
Warren turned white as a ghost, staring at you with an expression of utter fear. Peter and Scott, on the other hand, looked as if they had just seen the most glorious sight in all of creation.
“Kenneth?!” they hollered in unison, pure delight filling their voices. Warren didn’t even look at them, his eyes locked on you.
“I would highly suggest we all evade this lovers’ quarrel,” Charles declared, then nudged Peter and Scott, before leaving with the rest of the group in tow.
“What the hell were you thinking?” you inquired, seething with rage as you stormed over to Warren, who still looked somewhat terrified.
“I’m sorry, baby girl, I wasn’t thinking –”
“Exactly! You could have died, Warren! You could have died and never came back to me!” you yelled, and your voice betrayed you as it cracked at the end of your statement. Warren’s fear faded to a frown, and just as you were opening your mouth to continue, he pulled you into a hug.
“I’m sorry that I was reckless. You make me promise to be safe before every mission, and I broke that promise. I scared and upset you, and I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again, baby. I swear.”
The anger almost immediately subsided, and you exhaled slowly before wrapping your arms around his torso, mindful of the bandage. Warren kissed the top of your head, then tipped your chin up to look at him and pressed a deep kiss to your lips.
“I love you,” he murmured after breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours.
“I love you, too, you ass.”
Warren smiled before kissing you once more, then draped an arm over your shoulders, leading you to your room.
“So, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Warren asked, and the suggestiveness in his voice was very plain. You didn’t even have to look up at him to know that he was smirking.
“I should probably be the one making something up to you.”
“Why?”
“Because now Peter and Scott know that your middle name is Kenneth.”
Warren groaned loudly, running a hand through his blond curls.
“Yeah, you definitely need to do some repenting,” Warren agreed, although the libidinous tone was still evident in his voice. You grinned up at him, shooting him a playful wink.
I actually got really into this one, it’s pretty long as far as headcanons go but I really enjoyed writing it! I’m so glad you loved the badass s/o I was so worried about how that turned out!
As always any feedback is appreciated!
Feel free to send any requests to my askbox.
Gren Catches Feelings for the Reader
* Gren is a mess when he realizes he likes you
* He can’t exactly pinpoint when he started to fall for you but man is he screwed
* He could however tell you exactly when he realized he loved you
* You and him were walking arm and arm at the border
* And then a group of wounded soldiers were brought back
* You immediately tied up your hair and ran to help
* He stood there for a second staring at you before he jumped to work as well
* Yeah. He loves how much you care for others
* You always have the best intentions.
* He could talk forever about what he loves about you
* There are times when he just stares at you
* You’ll look over and he hides his pink face and pretends that he wasn’t looking at all
* Sometime you’ll jump on him to try and scare him
* He’ll always end up falling on his butt
* He looks up at you and sees your apologetic face and couldn’t dream of being mad at you
* Instead his face goes bright red at your chuckles and he rubs the back of his neck
* When you two hang out and you walk arm and arm like you normally do he tries his best not to fall all over himself
* He also has a habit of constantly being red in the face around you
* That led to a problem when you thought he was sick because he was always red in the face around you
* You felt his forehead and his ears got red
* And when you thought his face was hot because he was sick
* You gave him a kiss on the forehead and walked him to his tent
* You made him rest and he was too awkward to tell him that he wasn’t really sick
* When you left he practically had a mental breakdown because of your close contact and the kiss
* Yeah, this man is lovesick
* When he couldn’t sleep, he went on a walk
* Coincidentally, probably because fate wanted to mess with him, you were out there too
* He almost noped right out of that situation
* But then you called out to him and he couldn’t leave
* And gosh were you equally as wonderful when you were half asleep
* Turns out you were outside because you had a nightmare
* You practically fell into him for comfort
* He felt you shaking and all he wanted to do was take away your fear
* He stayed with you for the rest of the night
* He didn’t really care that he didn’t end up sleeping
The boys of Hawthorne academy take a field trip to Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, Michael gets a little too infatuated with one of the witches.
Pairing: Michael Langdon x Y/N
Warnings: fluff, sarcasm, reader playing hard-to-get 🤪, Young!Michael, Pre-smut? maybe? Sexual tension
Word Count: 1.2k
She’ll take your name and number,
then hit erase and walk away.
“Cordelia, is this really necessary?” You inquired, pacing after the blonde supreme whilst sending a confused eyebrow raise towards Zoe who stood in the living room mentoring another generation of witches, who were incredibly rare to come by in this day and age.
“It will be a nice change of scenery for the warlocks,” She stated, as almost if she was trying to convince herself into the whole ordeal leaving you even more baffled in the process.
“And when have you become lenient towards this idea?” You exclaimed, your voice raising as it seemed to do when you were offended, proving a point, or questioning one’s logic it seemed to be the latter in this situation.
“They say one of them is rival to me as supreme,” She reiterated while turning on her pristine white heels to face you, her expressionless face almost intimidating, but you had grown to see through the facade she held up to protect her girls including you.
“But there is no way, there has never been-,” You began to attempt to muster up an excuse for it to be cancelled, gesturing with your hands to emphasise your point.
“I know Y/N, now get back to preparing for your classes I have matters to deal with,” Cordelia explained, shutting you down abruptly. She was hiding something you could tell but you decided not to press any further.
You felt like you were being scolded by your mother, as the best in the class you took offence to Cordelia’s words holding a back a snarl of disrespect. Hasn’t she realised that you might be in line for the next supreme?
“I want to meet this rival,” You spoke bitterly, mumbling to yourself while standing in the hallway clenching your fists almost painfully.
The next few days you anticipated were full of pressing anxiety about meeting the young warlocks, unsure of how to approach them without showing your distaste and impulsiveness. The two traits that almost defined you as a witch.
“They’ve arrived,” Coco called out signalling the rest of the coven to get in line to greet their male equivalents, hopefully, they would adjust easily and not cause too much of a ruckus.
“Girls,” Zoe scolded, coordinating the witches into the line whilst sending you a reassuring smile which seemed to calm you down slightly, it was like you were radiating steam as you stood poised on the staircase.
As the warlocks began to enter, you stepped elegantly down the stairs in the small black dress you wore on ‘special’ occasions. Catching the needy eyes of the warlocks you let out a scoff, lips upturning into a smile when you reached the bottom, your heels clicking against the floor satisfyingly.
“Miss Cordelia will be down soon,” You explained cordially, with the help of your sisters you began to usher the warlocks into the living room.
Your eyes locked with a strawberry blonde-haired boy noticing the way he was gawking, you gave him a playful wink. The power you had over the male species gave you surges of energy that nothing else could.
Their uniforms were very cute, the small buttoned on tie and black and white ensemble was a proper gentleman’s outfit.
They had no issue sitting in their assigned seats, however, the one that had caught your eye before sat next to you regardless of the name placements on the table.
“What’s your name?” You asked him, fixing your gaze on tapping the blue ballpoint pen repeatedly against the table trying your hardest to be polite.
“Michael, Langdon,” His name rolled from his tongue like pure honey, making you almost tingle with how unexpectedly deep his voice was. After a long almost awkward silence, he spoke up again gaining your attention.
“And yours?” He pursed his lips, as if he was holding his breath which almost made you let out a small laugh his persona was cute, you’d have to admit.
“Oh, you’re going to have to work a lot harder for it than that,” You sincerely replied, tilting your head at him almost observingly as your silk-like hair fell in front of your face.
The sound of Cordelia’s iconic heels clicking against the ground caught your undivided attention, staring at your supreme your lips upturned into an ignorant smirk.
“Welcome, to Miss Robichaux’s Academy for gifted women,” Cordelia introduced, gathering a few scoffs from the audience which prompted you to send the few death stares.
“Today, you will be split into the levels of your magic ability, each group will be assigned an instructor,” She went on, pacing around the room unnervingly she seemed to have that effect on males.
As soon as those words left her mouth, You, Zoe, Coco and Mallory raised your hands signalling that it was them.
“Level one’s with Coco, level two’s with Mallory, Level three’s with Zoe, Level fours and fives with Y/N,” After stating the instructions, she quickly exited the room leaving the girls to handle the warlocks.
Slowly but surely each level left the room, you scorned as you realised Michael was stuck with you, how coincidental.
“So you’re the warlock who is rivalling the supreme?” You asked, removing yourself from the dining table waiting for him to follow after your actions.
“It seems that way Miss Y/N, do you have a problem with that?” He fired a question back at you, his tongue was going to get him in trouble one day if it hadn’t already.
“Depends,” You whispered into his ear, leaning into his figure noticing how his breath hitched you kissed your teeth in response as if you were debating something before pulling away, leaving the poor boy flustered as a faint blush dusted across his cheeks.
“Well that explains a lot,” You giggled, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear, acting like a typical school-girl. Turning to walk away, he clasped his nimble fingers around your fragile wrist refraining you from doing so.
“I’d be careful If I was you, Y/N,” He warned, his face just uncomfortably inches away from your face as your hand pressed against his chest.
“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots,” you exclaimed overdramatically rolling your eyes as you tried to awkwardly tug your arm away from him.
“Michael, I’ll ask you once, kindly let go of me,” You growled through gritted teeth, seeing the excitement flare in his eyes, he was asking for it.
He shook his head a smirk forming on his perfect lips, making your jaw clench out of instinct.
“Rursus,” You muttered under your breath, barely lifting a finger as his body went flying back onto the cold hard ground in the living room, the force enough was nearly enough to knock him out.
“You’re more powerful than I thought, I’m impressed,” He coughed out regaining the air in his lungs as he stood up fixing his tie, his prince charming like hair was now dishevelled.
“My effort wasn’t half bad, but you should see me in bed,” You remarked, hearing another loud unexpected cough from your comment probably taking him by surprise with your confidence.
“Now are you coming or not warlock?” You bit your red-stained bottom lip a mischievous smile evident on your face, facing the hall waiting to feel his presence behind you.
He shook his head almost in disbelief as he began to trail after you, pinning his own hands behind himself and comfortably almost contently listening to your sultry voice.
Part two of the M&M/reader HCs to keep you guys satisfied while you wait for the fic! These are all set in the post-apocalypse timeline. Anything about their relationship not explored in either this or pt. 1 will be explored in the one shot series coming up. All aspects of both pt. 1 and pt. 2 will also be expanded on in the series.
I’m so excited that this ship took off the way it did, and that so many of you are so invested in the story. It seriously warms my heart. I, obviously, love them very much, and I’m so glad that so many of you do too.
(me, gifing this scene in complete denial: awww look he’s reaching out for her!!! he wants her attention!!! he loves her!!! they’re so happy!!!)
Gen.:
Reader and Madison stay with Michael as often as they can in
the period of time leading up to the apocalypse
He offered (more like begged and pleaded) for them to be
taken to a bunker so he knew they’d be safe when the bombs fell, but they’d
elected to stay with Cordelia so they wouldn’t arouse any kind of suspicion
Hawthorne is chosen as the location for Outpost Three
because of its significance to Michael; it was there that he first saw Madison
and the reader together
Madison and the reader are able to convince Myrtle that Outpost
Three is where she and Cordelia need to place Mallory and Coco; they know that
Mallory’s magic will be what awakens them and that Cordelia will seek her out
there; they want their reunion with Michael and their final showdown with the
Coven to occur in a place that has meaning for them
The three of them decide Outpost Three will be the last of
the Outposts that Michael visits; it isn’t that they aren’t eager to reunite
with him, it’s just that they want all other distractions cleared away before
he encounters the Coven
Outpost Three will be where they choose to start their new
life together
In the days leading up to the last time they will see each
other, Michael becomes doubtful that what he is asking Madison and the reader
to do is in their best interest; he stresses that if they are having any second
thoughts, if they wish to remain loyal to their coven, to simply let him know
and he’ll allow them to go
They refuse, of course
Madison and the reader make Michael aware ahead of time
exactly who Mallory and Coco really are; this is what leads to the concoction
of the poison apples plan (Madison and the reader hadn’t counted on Cordelia
reviving them when they’d arrived at the outpost; as angry as they are at
Cordelia, they had initially wanted their sisters to have a more peaceful
death, at least until Mallory and Coco had stood against Michael)
After their reunion at the Outpost and the slaughter of the
Coven, M&M/reader easily adjust to their new lives
With the witches dead, the reader insists that the rest of
the people in the Outpost who had been murdered by the poison apples be revived
(Nothing has ever amused Madison more than the disappointed
look on Gallant’s face when he realizes that Michael is indeed spoken for)
Reader often follows Michael out into the wasteland when he
goes on supply runs or meets with other members of the cooperative; she uses
her powers to heal as much of the earth (and the survivors they encounter) as
she can
Michael has done his duty and ended the world for his father,
now he wants to focus on building a new one; he is happy to watch the reader
mend and fix what she’s able to in order to let that new world flourish
With Cordelia and Mallory both dead, both the reader’s and Madison’s
powers expand exponentially; they teasingly call each other the supreme, though
neither one of them would ever step up to accept that title; they are happy to
let the foundations of their old coven die in the past
The survivors of the outpost eventually genuinely take to
M&M/reader, and are especially grateful to reader for insisting on having
them brought back to life
Relationship:
The period of time where they are separated after the bombs fall
is agony for Michael; he knows that Madison and the reader will be safe, that
Cordelia wouldn’t let any harm to come to them, but being without them for so
long weighs on his more than he thought it would
Michael is able to feel it when Mallory’s magic wakes up
Madison and the reader
Both Madison and the reader are absolutely FLOORED when the
arrive at the Outpost with Cordelia to find that Michael’s grown his hair out; he
teases Madison mercilessly about her reaction, given that she was the one who had
spent so long talking him into it
A few days after their reunion, reader decides to do a blood
ritual that will bind their magic together; Madison teases her about not just
proposing like normal people would, but she’s secretly touched that she would
get to share something so personal with the two people she loves the most
(thank you for the idea @wroteclassicaly!)
The ritual allows them to be much more in tune with each
other’s magic, as well as the magic of any outsider; they are able to sense it
(they ultimately sense weak power inside Emily, and Madison and reader begin training
her; the Coven lives on through them, but is new and fresh and not bound by the
mistakes of its old Supremes)
Roughly six months after the arrival of Madison and reader
at the outpost, Michael senses something
through their joined magic; he announces that the reader is pregnant that night
over dinner, shocking both of the girls
Madison had long ago taken preventative measures to avoid ever
becoming pregnant herself, so they were always aware that any children they
ever went on to have would be the reader’s
None of them had ever expected it to happen so soon though
When their daughter is born, she immediately melts all three
of her parents’ hearts
Reader is the designated boo-boo fixer; she is constantly
healing the little bumps and scrapes her little girl gets from running through
the Outpost; she also loves to use her talent for concilium to make Michael and
Madison do the most ridiculous things to get her daughter to laugh
Michael always has her on his lap while he’s at work in his
office; recalling his own memories of his time at Hawthorne, he will often
absentmindedly swirl snowflakes around the room for her amusement
Madison ends up being the one she goes to to learn more
about magic; she will sit with her daughter for hours to work on growing her
powers, all while the reader looks on fondly
Becoming parents only solidifies the bond and the love
between the three of them; they would kill, or die, for the protection of each
other and their daughter
Romance:
Michael may have a harder outer persona at the Outpost, but
he is entirely soft around Madison
and the reader; living without them for two years had been almost too much for
him to bear
Prior to their separation and the apocalypse, reader had
offered to use her power of mind control to alter his memories so he would
forget about her and Madison until after the three of them were reunited; he
had flat out refused
The day after their reunion, he holds them both for hours,
just reveling in being back in their presence; Madison tries to tease him about
this but she can’t even get the words out because she knew she wouldn’t be handling
it nearly as well as he was if she was in his position
Unable to watch him hurt after all that they know has
happened to him, Madison and the reader are able to merge their magic to leave
his memories intact, but erase the pain associated with them
Madison and the reader also finally craft him a ring that
matches the ones they wear; they use dust from the earth outside the Outpost to
forge the materials for it
The blood ritual that bound their magic together also has a
way of making them more in tune with each other’s emotions
When the reader is pregnant, she and Michael go out of their
way to make sure Madison feels included every step of the way; they can feel
through their bond how much that matters to her, how worried she was that she
may become irrelevant to them over time
During this time, the reader pulls her aside to remind her
that their decision to include Michael in their relationship had changed
everything as well, but for the better; she promises Madison that is what their
child will do too; Madison will never be excluded from their family
As a sign of their love for her, Michael and the reader
allow Madison to name their daughter when she’s born
NSFW:
It takes only minutes after they have done away with the
coven for Madison to attack Michael,
pulling at his hair and knocking him down onto the stairs; reader follows behind
her, but not without taking a moment to just laugh at her
The changes to Michael’s appearance and demeanor have both
Madison and the reader weak in the knees for days after they’ve reunited
The sex over the course of those first few days is hot; it’s hard and rough and filthy and typically
quick, though it’s split into several sessions a day; they have enough lost
time to make up for without wasting anymore with slow, lazy lovemaking
Michael becomes more dominating than he ever was before; the
girls are both incredibly weak for it
Madison had always been the biggest dirty talker out of the
three of them; that honor belongs to Michael now
Madison’s new favorite power move to wield over Michael is
to tug on his hair; she tugs on it to get him to go down on her, encourages the
reader to tangle her fingers into it while she rides him
After the blood ritual, Micheal discovers he can use their
bonded magic to get Madison and the reader off without ever even touching them;
he doesn’t even have to be in he same room as they are
The revived Outpost survivors are frequently walking in on
things they don’t want to see, or overhearing things they don’t want to hear;
it eventually gets so bad that they have to sit M&M/reader down and remind
them that they are not, in fact, the last three people on Earth
Reader has taken to sitting around their room in nothing but
one of Michael’s dinner jackets, which drives him wild; Madison loves to use
his cravats to tie up the reader during bondage (or to be tied up with them
herself)
Desk sex in the Outpost’s office is their new favorite thing
Reader and Madison both also develop an affinity for blowing
Michael while he sits in one of the office’s leather armchairs
They had, of course, always known Michael was the
antichrist, but the first time they see him do one of his blood rituals, Madison
and the reader are totally and completely gone;
reader straddles his hips to ride him right there, trailing her tongue up each
of his arms to heal the cuts
Imagine you’re listening to a nsfw audio with some extra moany boys. Genji, the little shit and also your boyfriend, unplugs your headset and asks “hahah what are you listening to??” And he just hears a really obscene boy moaning and you’re both very embarrassed.
But from then on, you notice Genji gets far more vocal during sex and has no problem moaning like a whore to please you. (And also bug the neighbors because, again, he is a little shit at heart.)
I like denial. Not orgasm denial, no. Denial in the sense of…
Well imagine being in the bedroom with Hanzo. He’s strapped to a chair and completely at your mercy. You strip for him.
You run your hands over your body. You squeeze your tits and step dangerously close to Hanzo. He tries to suck on a nipple but he caaaan’t quite reach.
You pull down your panties to show him your pussy. His eyes grow wide. He licks his lips in anticipation and he looks absolutely starved. He thrashes trying to free himself from your bindings. He begs that you let him go so he could touch you. He wants you to smother him with your tits, he wants to eat out your pussy until he can’t breathe, but you don’t let him.
He just has to sit there and watch while you take care of your arousal yourself.
Toad's Cave 