Tongue Tied

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Tongue Tied - Murdoc/Reader
Triggers: Much fluff. Very cute. Cussing. Is there a trigger for touching a tongue lmao??

An update, finally. SATs have been kicking my ass, leaving me unable to write because of the onslaught of stress. They're over now and I'm expecting a tension headache in the next two days.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy.
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"Alright, alright! Open your mouth again."

"Mhhgg, why? I told 'ya, it's nothing special, love. Just a birth defect," Murdoc replied, opening his mouth and making a rather disgusting bleh noise to go with. You laughed.

"But it's so cool! Now come on, stick your tongue out. I wanna feel it."

"You want to — what?"

"I want to feel your tongue," you replied simply. The look on Murdoc's face is priceless. To him this was more of an sexual act, and most showed disgust when the topic of "touching his tongue" was brought up in the first place. Never had anyone touched his tongue because they quote on quote, "wanted to."

"You really are something else, aren't ya, love," he questioned, laughing darkly at the topic at hand. You shrugged as a response, smiling as he scooted closer to your side of the bed and grinned with upmost shit. "Well," he began, "if you want to feel it so badly... hmmgh, than ya can," he said, practically yanking you closer to his chest. You yelped, eyes wide as saucers, then grinned.

"Great! Now, if you could stick that bad boy out I can—"

"No no no no no no, love," Murdoc barged in, wagging his finger teasingly. "That's no' how this is goin' to work. You are exploring my mouth, are you not? You ar' gonna follow my rules, ya got it darrrrling?"

You sighed, but nodded solemnly. "Alright," you replied. Murdoc smiled. He shook his head, almost like he was surprised, or rather more disappointed, about this whole ordeal. But before you had anymore time to ponder about it, Murdoc opened his mouth. His slimy, disgusting muscle rolled out of his jaws. It is very long and indeed, very slimy. Ew.

"Bleeegh," he said over dramatically. You rolled your eyes, laughing softly before reaching your hand out and touching the muscle with your left index finger. The muscle reacted by jolting back a few inches before relaxing again. You took this as a change to grab it and rub it tenderly. Didn't want to hurt the poor baby.

Murdoc made a type of noise between a groan and a hum, relaxing slightly as you rubbed the appendage sweetly. You began to explore the larger area of the tongue, which is farther back. You could've sworn you heard him snicker quietly and squirm a little while sitting, but you decided to ignore it and continue. At this point, you were at the back of his mouth, and Murdoc began to gag every once in a while.

"Mgghm, mmm," he said, tapping your arm rather frantically, a pleading look in his eyes. You glanced at him quizzically, cocking your head. That was when you saw the scene in front of you: a red Murdoc with drool falling from his lips, choking on basically your entire hand. You pulled back quickly, accidentally hitting his front sharp teeth.

"Ow, OW," he hissed, glaring. "Watch it next time, sweetheart. Almost killed me. Although, hmmhhgh, I quite enjoyed that. Well, before you began to choke the shit out of me," he chuckled, creating fake gagging and gurgling noises. You laughed, punching his arm.

"Alright, alright, I get it! I'm sorry for hitting your teeth, by the way. Wasn't the intention."

"Awhawwhaw, no worries, love. Just call me in if you ever want to... ahmmhmm, explore deeper, yeah?"

"Uh, sure. If that time ever comes up, I guess," you replied. He laughed genuinely, and kissed you tenderly, grabbing your waist and wrapping his hands around you. When the kiss was broken, he smiled and laughed, placing his forehead on yours. He sighed deeply and contently before booping your nose with his finger.

"Boop," he said like a five year old child, making a noise similar to one after. You giggled, repeating the same action, booping his rather broken nose before replying, "boop!"

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