abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

[The cloak comes off with ease, held on only with magnets, and he's more than happy to let it fall to the side wherever Evangeline deigns to toss it.
He'll be doing the same with her both her skirt and underwear, after all.

The rest he'll have to do, himself, but it's fine - he doesn't mind sitting back for a moment to rip off his tanktop, tossing it elsewhere before moving to free himself from his jeans.

The whole time his expression is scrunched and unpleasant, full of urgency and desperation as if he's on his death bed and right here, right now, Evangeline is the only thing that could possibly keep him alive.
And it's with that desperation that he collapses over her again, metal claws finding a spot on her hips to hold as his other braces himself against the bed again. Holding her in place as he moves to line himself up with her, the head of his cock finding a spot pressed against her and making it abundantly clear what he's looking to do.
Just waiting for her to say yes.]

[As if he has to ask?]

I need you, Jean.

[Not a command, because she hates the thought of making him do anything - but as clear as she can be otherwise about how desperately she needs him to be joined with her.]

[Making sure he has permission every step of the way is deeply important to him, honestly - it's why he waits so loyally until she says what she does, wasting no time beyond that to push inside of her, fill her with himself as much as he's able.
Letting out a low groan as he revels in her heat, a gentle push and pull of his hips so he can really feel her.

And once he's sure there's no chance that he'll slip out, his claws free her hips and move up to brace on the other side of her head, metal forearm pressed heavy into the bedding and that electric elbow of his sparking gently against her skin.
All so he can lean and tuck in against her hair, too. Not even for a kiss - just the softest, most tender embrace as he works to get every inch of himself wrapped inside every inch of her.]

I... need you, too.

[Soft and quiet, half-murmured into her hair, looking at her from the side of his eye as it glows violet in the darkness.]

[Soft and gentle is new. Different. Warm in a way that’s different from lust’s heat.

She traces the scars on his chest with her free hand, gentle and tender. She adores every inch of him, even the parts others would call ugly. That he would call ugly.]

You have me. All of me.

[And that scares her still, but it also allows her to feel this connection between them, and that’s all that matters.]

Edited (the perils of phone tagging) 2025-06-09 17:16 (UTC)

[The way she touches his scars with such a gentle hand, feeling every little dip and crevice and wrinkle that the world's shorn onto him... it's things like this that tell him he made a good choice.
Not just a good choice - the right choice.]

... Then I'm gonna have all of you.

[Matched with a thrust of his hips against hers, the kind that makes his claws grip into the bedding beneath them - and it's clear from the quiet growl in his voice that he means what he says.
Because, well, as it was said earlier...
He may feel like he doesn't deserve her, but he will have her regardless.

Soft and tender and gentle he may be, but that doesn't mean the feelings behind that tenderness are, too.]

[Evangeline doesn't think of herself as anyone special. She's easy to have fun with, sure - she's a good time. But when it comes to her quality as a friend, she doubts herself. And as for her quality as a girlfriend...

Someone wants her, all of her, the sex and the laughter and the tears and the insecurity and the gentle touch and the hurt. The parts of her that she's proud of and the parts she feels are weak and pitiful. Someone looked at every part of her and decided they wanted everything that she is.]

-Please. [She moves her hips back into his, with a shuddering breath.] I want to be yours.

You already are.

[Just a soft little reassurance as he looks down where she's pinned beneath him, moving his prosthetic down to cup her face to make sure she's looking at him, too.
That's something important to him. Knowing he can just look at her without feeling like he needs to hide his face or tear his eyes away, look anywhere else.
And he can't help but think she's beautiful. So beautiful.
Every single part of her.

And as he moves again, moving to fall into a rhythm against her, it's slow - not so slow as to be aognizing, but just... so he can feel her.
Fast and rough is fun, sure, but it's different. He isn't chasing a climax, here - he just wants to feel her.
Every stroke of his cock along her walls, slow and sweet so he can readily, hungrily take it all in.]

[She loves looking at him. Certainly she likes the helmet, but his eyes are more beautiful than any screen will ever be. He never has to hide from her.

She already is his. She doesn't have to do anything more to earn it.

Her eyes mist up, and she automatically reaches with her free hand - she wouldn't let go of his for anything, of course - to scrub at them furiously. Evangeline doesn't cry during sex, that would be completely unlike her.]

[- She only manages to get a scrub or two in before his magic stops her, gently pulling that hand away from her face and dropping it back on the bed.
If she cries, he wants to see it. If she does anything, he wants to see it - that vulnerability is a part of her, and he wants all of her.

And with it he curls forward around her a little more, like he's trying to hide her from the rest of the world -
So she'd be all his, at least in this one moment. At least for right now, while he's buried inside of her, feeling like his non-existent heart could burst at any second.]

-Oh. [Somehow surprised, despite everything. She sniffles, tears starting to fall in earnest now.

-But, okay. No hiding. She traces his scars again, both large and small.]

Jean, I…

[She doesn’t have the words.]

[All that, and yet he shakes his head "no". She doesn't need to say anything - it's okay.]

I... toldja. I want all of ya.

[The tears are a part of that. He even brings up a claw to gently wipe some of them away, his hips going still as he does.
He plans to keep them still, too - sure, he may be flush against her, he can feel himself already starting to ache with need, but that doesn't mean he's not going to pause and wait to see if she's okay.]

[A claw like that could do so much damage to her face, but never for a moment would she fear it. She wouldn’t fear any part of him.

She takes a moment to catch her breath, to let the tears slow to a trickle.]

-I’m okay. It’s just a lot.

[And everything about that nets a warm, soft smile from him. Not like the usual smiles he gives her -
No bared teeth, no curled lips.
It's the most barely there smile, just the edges turning upward the smallest amount, but there's a warmth to it that his other smiles don't usually possess.]

Good. I want it to be a lot. Ya deserve a lot.

[Those claws of his then find a place in her hair, smoothing through it before settling on the bedding once more.
He needs it there as he starts to move again, hips shifting a little as if to test where he's pressed against her, that metal hand holding him up as he falls back into that rhythm... though a bit faster, now. Still full of feelings - but faster, to give her a little more.]

[A special, precious smile. Evangeline will treasure this sight forever.]

Jean… Jean…

[She reaches up to cup his cheek gently, shuddering as he moves inside her.]

I want all of you, too.

Eveé...

[Even his voice is starting to soften out, quiet enough that its usual rasp mixes in with the way he whispers.
All this softness, just for her. As if he isn't the man that he is -
As if he isn't someone who could snap her in half with ease.]

... You gonna get - all of me... I promise.

[There's a breathless little hitch in his voice, now, as his pace picks up just a little more.
If she wants all of him, she'll get all of him - every little bit of him.]

[He could, but he won’t. Evangeline trusts him with her body and her heart.]

Good.

[As he picks up his pace a little, she squeezes down around him, deliberate. Anything that she can do to make him feel even better inside her.]

[- He rumbles, deep and heady and wanting, as he fucks through that added tightness... it's all he can do not to pick up even faster, wanting to try his best to keep at a nice, even pace for her sake.
He'd rather not risk finishing before she does... but honestly? As much as he'd hate to admit it?
The warm-hot emotions swirling in his chest have helped him along a lot further than he thought they would.

He's not even sure what, exactly, those emotions are - it's as if he's feeling so much at once, the amulet has to juggle words for him to try and grasp.
But that's okay. He's never needed to know what his emotions are to feel them, and he's more than just feeling them right now.

He's doing everything he can to make her feel them, too.]

[Evangeline can normally last a long time, especially if they aren’t going hard and fast. Why she feels herself close is a mystery to her.

Nevertheless, it sneaks up on her, the soft “oh”s and “Jean”s giving way to louder cries. She squeezes his hand tightly as the heat builds within her.]

Jean, I…. Close…

[Something he's learning to appreciate about her, honestly, is just how easy it is to tell when she's close - even before she says it, he can already tell she's right there.
And at her words, he gives her just one, curt nod.]

Me too -
... M-me too.

[He truly is right there with her. Not quite as loud, but still, he can feel himself getting closer and closer -
Until, finally, his back archs with his hips pressing tight against hers, face twisting as he fills her with every little drop of himself that he's got.

...

Which, unfortunately for her, DOES mean a shot of heightened emotions for a second or two, here. It's pure Green magic he's giving her, after all.
That does mean no clean up, but it also means that whatever she's feeling right now? She's about to feel it even more.]

[Hhhholy shit.

Evangeline has had intense orgasms before. Lots of them! She is pretty familiar, she would say!

But this climax. Not only the feeling of white-hot pleasure, but the feeling of connection, of being as close to one with another person as it's possible to be- This is an intensity that she's unprepared for.

She squeezes down around him tightly, managing a choked wordless cry, only relaxing once the last of the aftershocks passes.]

.......Holy shit.

[Chipp's left panting afterward, going nearly boneless after he's finished -
But he thinks better of it before he goes and collapses on her, opting to instead pull out and flop to the bedding beside her as he relaxes fully.

And he opens an arm to wave her in, of course.]

... Good "holy shit"?

[He's just gotta make sure, okay.]

Incredible.

[She immediately scoots in so that her face is by his.]

I don't have words for how that felt.

Wh - really...?
That good?

[His voice is almost breathless asking that, like he's excited at the mere prospect; but can you blame him? As far as he's aware, it was all him that made it so incredible!!
Because he doesn't know for certain what that Green magic does. At most, all he knows is "I dunno, it's green for some reason."
Secret himbo that he is.

But at least he's a secret himbo that's collecting her in close without missing a beat.]

Absolutely.

[She also doesn't know that green magic is a thing, so her assumption is just 'wow, it really is different with someone you love!'

She snuggles in close to him with a big smile.]

What about for you?

Mais, yeah, 'course! 'S always great with you.
Always.

[And that's not hyperbole! ... Mostly because he never thinks to use hyperbole.
He just means most everything he says, exactly as he says it.
It's getting matched up with another kiss, too; this one softer and more brief, just a kiss for the sake of it.]

... 'M glad you here with me, Eveé.

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... i cant believe im saying this but i think i need a cumming icon for when hes helmetless

i should also get her a coming icon but I'm awkward about commissioning that...

i mean to be fair im gonna feel awkward drawing chipp's so we're in the same boat kinda klmfghlkjfg

well *I* will be excited about chipp sex faces

u will be the first to see them, probably!!! unless dolly beats u to it

\o/!!!

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well I will be excited about chipp sex faces