neck kissing is honestly the hottest, most seductive thing anybody could ever do to me. if you kiss my neck, if you playfully bite my neck, if your tongue touches my neck i will melt in your fingertips.
TOTALLY something Megamind would do at Roxanne’s workstation.
Laughing until tears streaming down his face, watching every single idiot shout retardedly to the copymachine.
Until Roxanne has had enough of everybody yelling and shouting, breaking her concentration all morning.
Megamind laughs even more once he sees Roxanne in all her full fury, shouting angrily at her co-workers to (shut the hell up, if it doesnt work once, it certainly doesnt work on the 10th time either-!)
(-but it says-)
(I KNOW what it says, and does that seem logical to you!? Its just Megamind messing with all of you god fucking dammit, if i hear as much as one more person trying to do voice command on this thing…- GAH)
////Megamind doesnt laugh as much once Roxanne finds him and gives him a real good slap to the face
Alternatively: She tears down the sign about three shouted commands in (she hadn’t needed to copy anything that day, so she was just confused until she decided to investigate the source of the issue) and tells him it was more juvenile than usual at the next kidnapping.
He has no idea how she’d known it was him, and all she says is if he doesn’t know by now, she’s not telling him. This is only half so she can feel smug about it–the other half of the reason is that Megamind would sulk for a week if he ever found out how obvious it is.
Only two people in Roxanne’s department use Times New Roman for these kinds of taped-up announcements, and both of them usually center their headers. Megamind uses Times New Roman for everything and he formats his documents with nothing but the tab key; he maintains he doesn’t have time to waste on things like formatting.
Also, he keeps his bottom margins short so that he can tape the pages of long plans together starting from the bottom up. Everyone else Roxanne knows would start at the top and work their way down.
Joey’s lower lip tucked into his mouth as the boy went on. It was certainly rambling, and Joey sensed that it might either come from a state of nervousness, or shyness. Joey’s own shyness manifested in to keeping quite, but he knew that other people reacted differently to the same thing all the time. He let the boy go on until he stopped himself, smiling and letting out a small chuckle as he lifted a hand and fanned it downwards a little.
❝ It’s alright, ❞ He says, trying to keep the chuckle from his words to try and make Syx feel comfortable. ❝ But yes I own the parlour down on Campeau, and –– actually if you came into the parlour sometime, we could have a consultation with a few artists to get your head around an idea. We do a lot more than just give the tattoo’s. ❞ He explains with a small tilt of his head, trying to remember the other boys questions.
❝ I wouldn’t worry too much about looking like thug –– back when I got my first tattoo it was frowned upon, but now it’s more of an art form than an act of rebellion. Same with piercings. ❞ He muses, flicking the gauges in his ear that shined bright with the very clean silver inside them.
Focusing on the gauges Syx had to question, “Do those kind hurt to get done?”
He’d gotten his ears pierced several times though only once in the upper ear. It had hurt and swollen but he likes it all the same. Otherwise, he’d only gotten a stud through his eyebrows. The gauges had always drawn his curiosity but he doubted they were for him.
“You know this is why I bother to have proper descriptors in my full title,” Megamind gave a bit of a flourish to his cape, “Why don’t you give me the full introduction? Or is that beyond you?”
“Fine, since ya seem ta nee’ i’…”
“Rockatoo Delic, an’ at leas’ one a’ those ya shoul’ recognize. Know ya ain’t tha’ stupi’.”
She can’t help the hint of a grin tugging at the corner of her lips, shifting her weight from one leg to the other and giving the blue man a superior look.
“Oh, so this Psycho Delic actually married one of his girls? How quaint. Mine’s still rocking the single dad look,” Megamind scoffed, “Is your marital status suppose to scare me? As if I don’t tangle with the Doom Syndicate on a regular basis.”
Kissing her back and nipping at her lips, Syx pulled his mate against him. He hadn’t been wearing much, he hadn’t gotten to the point of removing his pants, but he’d discarded his t-shirt early on. His fingers easily slid under the skimpy tops she favored, finding skin.
“Normally I far prefer the real thing too, but uhh… sometimes I want things that the reality here doesn’t really provide,” taking her hand and joining their fingers together he lowered their hands until they were cupping his slit. Syx rocked into the contact, letting his head fall to her shoulder.
Anna made a soft sound at his words, though what she was thinking that caused the soft sound to be heard wasn’t clear in her expression alone. Rather than speaking to try to say anything to make it better, she shifted to claim his lips with hers. She deepened the kiss immediately, her head tilted so their lips fit together perfectly.
She happily curled her fingers as soon as she felt his slit beneath her fingers, moaning happily as she does so. She simply wanted his pleasure, wanted him to feel her love she held for him. Everything she felt for him was sometimes almost overwhelming.. but she did love him. Deeply.
Syx moaned into the kiss as her fingers stroked him, kissing her back with a lazy speed despite his passion. He was on a slow burn as the sounds of his video played, kissing down her neck before turning his head to allow his eyes to slid back to the screen.
“Anna, ooh, ah, right there,” he sucked in a breath as her fingers rubbed over highly sensitive spot.
He loved her tremendously, just how she was, but his imagination and desires wondered what it might be like… envisioning her fingers as a tentacle rubbing against his slit. He could deny just how much he wanted it. Still, even having her, her love for him filling his sense made him feel rich.
RP backup 