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schnaf · 1 year

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@loveyouhomex tagged me, thank you ♥

What colour are your eyes? blue

What instantly tells you if a person is good? this is probably way too deep, but when i started typing out "there's no way to spot that immediately" and thought about an explanation, like, there's stuff hidden away........... no, it's even more than that. nobody's really good, everyone has their bad parts. you just need to find out if you can deal with these parts - for example, i noticed this because often, i can't stand ''''''nice''''' people because they can be really pretentious.

Do you have a recurring dream? not really

What is the most interesting class you have taken? i started a course on molecular cooking once, it was really neat until they started to talk about chemistry which i know nothing about

How often do you find yourself day dreaming? all the time, basically

Name/Nickname: schnaf

Zodiac: libra

Height: 160cm

Nationality: german

Favourite colour: dark blue

Favourite season: spring

Favourite animals: monkeys. i love smort animals with hands. (UGH also i had two on my lap recently ♥ they were just hanging out and i crouched down to get a better look at them and suddenly the bigger one jumped on my lap and the smaller one didn't want to miss out ♥)

Favourite fictional characters: wen kexing. he's sassy, he's fun and then he isn't anymore. good for him and stuff ♥

Tea, coffee or hot chocolate?: tea, sometimes hot chocolate as a treat

Average hours of sleep?: 6

Cat or dog person: i am very openminded ♥

Number of blankets slept with: one

Places ancestors are from: Germany and Czech Republic - i'm just doing a copy and paste here askdjlfhaksjdf

Dream trip: i'm currently planning trips to the maldives and iceland which is pretty neat ♥ i also really want to go to some remote places in the north (yes i looked up vacation on spitzbergen). also, the easter island is one of my childhood dreams ♥

Blog established: october 2011

Random fact about yourself: i got sick right before my last vacation and it was pretty windy there and people were wearing winter coats and stuff........... while i undressed and jumped into the ocean. i wonder why i'm still sick

Three ships: jun han x jungsu, ode x gaon, yizhan

Last song: a post-rock compilation

Last movie: it's STILL cherry magic the movie. i'd ask for movie recommendations but sadly i'm not in the mood for watching movies

Currently reading: once again, it's my fic series i'm planning to post

Currently watching: i finished my skam rewatch a few days ago, since then i'm on a break................ not in a watching mood lately

Currently craving: i'm planning a trip to munich only to visit a bunch of restaurants and i want to go NOW

i'm tagging @xjungsu, @vodeaare, @halamadrid-miasanmia, @blueside-hobi, @strangerinaholyplace, @jcamilov06, @stardatewow and @sevensforasecret ♥

#edit: i did go to munich last weekend because football and i tried a bunch of restaurants #it was super exhausting and my knee hurt for several days #but it was really nice #went to a cat cafe. which isn't as spectacular as i thought but hey! i did it!#found a mexican place which is really good #accidentally went to the wrong korean restaurant - i wanted to visit one i've already been to but ended up at a new one #they were FAST (in augsburg i waited like 2h once so now i'm wary) and the food was good #but then the owner threw us out bcs more people were coming #won't come back thx :)))))#and then we went to a chinese place and there were a lot of chinese guests which is quite a good sign #and they had handmade noodles and were really friendly and the food was pretty good and the price too #and then i noticed if we didn't leave within like 5 minutes we'd miss our train home and had to wait for another hour #but the cute waiter struck up a conversation bcs he saw our fca stuff :)))))) which was sweet but boi i need to catch my train #there were so many people talking to us bcs of our fca stuff oh boi social interactions maxxxxed out and stuff #i want to do another food trip but not too soon. i need to recover from this trip

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starberry-skies · 2 years

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kinda considering deactivating and starting a new account tbh :/

#chirping #this is half serious #whe. where did all of u come from. can i go back to 20 people seeing my posts. thx #like i wanna say that i'm just gonna post dumb shit and i won't care what anyone thinks!! but like. i can't stop caring #and like all my mutuals will know my new url like y'all r fine but. everyone else can go #except for a few choice followers <3 not gonna say who tho ajdjdnd #anyway #personal

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whateveriwant · 5 months

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I just read your pregnant wife with 141 but that got me thinking. What about horny pregnant wife with 141

Feel free to ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing it

-🍱 (if it’s not taken)

I haven't written smut in ages so forgive me if I'm a little rusty. 18+ only pls and thx (vaginal sex, cunnilingus)

Soap

Hooo boy! Alrighty, here we go

So for starters, that man is PENT UP. Like seriously, he's so backed up, he thinks he can feel it all the way to his esophagus

Since you first got pregnant, it's been nothing but morning sickness, aches and pains, and a total and utter lack of desire on your part

Trust him, he's tried taking care of himself in the meantime, but it's never really gotten the job done since it wasn't with you

But once you enter your second trimester and the desire has come back, it takes everything in him not to ravage you the moment you give him the green light

Why? Well, truth be told, he's scared about potentially hurting you or the baby

You know how he can get in the sack. What if he dents the wee bairn’s poor head? He's knocking (more like pounding) right on the little one’s door after all

You have to assure him that he's not going to hurt you or the baby (and please, never refer to your cervix as a door again)

So he'll start slow and gentle at first, not wanting to be too harsh, but it won't take much to get him back to fucking you hard and rough like you're used to

He's got your knees up by your chest (or, as close as they can get) while he’s drilling into you from above, snarling like an animal

When he finally finishes, it's loudddd, slamming the headboard against the wall, and he pushes his hips as far forward as they'll go while he empties four months worth of cum inside you

Ghost

I'm so sorry to have to be the one to inform you, but you're not getting that man's cock while you're pregnant

It's not because he's overly rough when you make love normally; it's just that he's not willing to take any chances when you're in such a delicate state

However, the man is inherently a giver, so with just enough whining and begging and pleading from you, he'll oblige you to some degree

He'll stick mostly to his fingers or his mouth, maybe a toy or two if you're really needy, but he's generally going to rely solely on his own skill to get you where you want to be

He'll have you recline against a mountain of pillows while he settles himself between your legs, his arms looping around your hips to hold you still for him while he works

But he doesn't just dive right in, oh no siree. The man loves to tease you – kissing your thighs, the inside of your knee, the bottom of your belly first

He'll turn you into a pathetic little thing squirming desperately for his touch, before finally granting you mercy by giving you his tongue

He'll make you cum so hard with just his mouth alone that you'll temporarily lose all thought of that gorgeous dick of his

But afterwards, if you want to return the favor, you certainly won't hear him complaining about it

Oh but trust that the moment the doctor gives the okay after you’ve given birth, he's gonna be all over you, making sure you walk funny the next morning (and the following week after that)

Gaz

Like the other two, Gaz is concerned with potentially putting you and the baby in a dangerous position

But the man is a sucker for your puppy dog eyes, so it doesn't take much convincing to get him to take you to bed

But he still wants to be safe about it, so he researches the best positions for couples to have sex while pregnant

That's how you find yourself in his lap, naked back to his chest, as he sits in one of the chairs he dragged in from the dining room

You're bouncing on his dick, hands braced on his thighs, ass smacking off the hard plane of his lower stomach as you lift up and down

His hands on your hips are more of a placeholder than a guide as he lets you set the pace, just sitting back while you take what you need from him

It doesn't even matter if he cums or not, that's honestly the farthest thing from his mind. All he cares about is making sure you're satisfied in the end

Need him to snake his hand forward, tracing the curve of your belly down, until he's circling your clit in fast, tight motions? Gladly, love.

Your thighs may burn and your eyes may water, but there's something about this position that makes him hit so deep that it leaves you gasping for more

Ultimately, your orgasm will trigger his own (nothing gets him there faster than the sound of you cumming), and afterwards he'll help you into the bath where he'll clean and massage your aching muscles better

Price

Unlike the other three men, Price is eager to fuck you the moment you show even the smallest inkling of want

What's that? His poor baby needs him to fuck her right now? Say no more, sweetheart. Hubby's come to the rescue

That man is dicking you down anytime, anywhere he can

Just got done shopping? He'll find a deserted road to pull over on. Just stepped into the shower? Might as well kills two birds with one stone

Really, it becomes a challenge to find where in your house he hasn't had you in these last few months. The kitchen, the garage, the back porch. You name it, he's done it (multiple times, in fact)

But his favorite – oh boy, his favorite without a shadow of a doubt – is when he takes you in front of your bedroom’s full length mirror

He'll hold you up from behind, standing you both on your feet, and just watch as he fucks you nice and slow

Seeing it in profile is fun when he wants to watch his dick slide in and out of you, but he's especially fond of having you directly face the mirror

There's just something about getting to watch you – that pretty face, those juicy tits, that fucking delectable rounded belly – that makes him blow his load faster than a damn rocket launch

With the number of times he's had you like this, you swear, that man of yours is trying to knock you up a second time (But shhhh. Quiet now. Don't go giving him any bright ideas, sweetheart.)

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unluckilyimnot · 22 days

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it’s summer were I live so everyone’s wearing two pieces and was thinking maybe what’s Rin, Isagi, Nagi and whoever else’s you want, seeing there girlfriend/ s/o in a bikini <3

no pressure ofc! And thx if you do it! Luv your stuff <33

seeing their s/o in bikini - i.rin, i.yoichi, n.seishiro, i.sae, k.tabito

m.list I rules

note: hiii thank you sm for your request ! i hope i did it well hihi

i'm rather busy lately and for the coming week as well so i'll take some time to do the requests you guys sent but i'll do it !

Itoshi Rin

he’s normal about it (no)

he likes the beach a lot as well, so it’s only normal for him to plane date there - even more during summer

like you could have a small picnic before enjoying the water

he only saw you in one piece until now so the second you take off your shirt and he saw more skin he panic

but only inside

outside he’s there, taking a look, he nods and tells you something like “i’ve never seen this one, it’s new ?” and you proceed to explain him where you get it and who was with you

the tip of his ears is red but he blames it on the heat and the sun - you’ll never catch him confessing he's flustered

he’s always been playful but suddenly holding a lot more

he likes it a lot, he can’t help it but looking at you head to toes a few times when you're not looking

but he's the jealous type so he’s making sure to cover you with a timid smile if he see anyone looking a little too much in your way

Hates it honestly when it happens but you're head order heel for him and it shows so it's fine

Isagi Yoichi

he’s a pool guy and here to play

aquatic park are his fav and ofc he has to take you with him

He's a blushing mess when he sees you after changing up

He doesn't know where to look he's scared to offense you

He wants to be respectful, you're just too pretty for him to not look for time to time

He stutters a lot when he talks to you at first, which makes you chuckles a lot

But he quickly get over it and just tell you a thousand times how pretty you are

He's just sweet and tell you how the color suit you or things like that

Nagi Seishiro

reo must have a pool lol

He just stay sitting by and watch you two play and swim

Mostly you bc it doesn't happens a lot

He's quiet I think, just checking you out and taking note that you have scars or stretch marks here and there

He wants to poke you so if you decide to take a break next to him, he'll poke your side and shoulder

He compliments you as if it's nothing, kinda implying how much he watched like “the shape is nice” referring to your chest

You can pull him into the water after that, he knows it will happen

But he's ready to start a fight then but honestly he'll blush the second your chest is comes near him

He likes it just so he can hug you to be honest

He almost drown you by accident with his weight

He's relatively simple minded (I love him)

Itoshi Sae

it happens quickly in your relationship honestly he loves the sea too much

He's, in fact, normal about it

But he has to admit that he likes it and it suits you well hihi

He's just a girl

He's probably more annoying about wearing your sunscreen correctly

He gladly helps to rub it on your back

He enjoys the view - probably blush a little when you're not looking as well

He side eyes people around, even kids (in a playful way obviously)

He lies the two pieces but he's only looking at your butt keys be honest

Karasu Tabito

He get the privilege to help you choose one for a future afternoon with your friends

Act fool ™

He even get to select some that he liked before you try it on

He tries to not stare too much and just be helpful

The tip of his ears are probably red on the first few one that you tried

If he'll be honest, he would say he likes them all

But he also know how you feel about your body and tries to be more critical so you won't feel insecure

In the end he honestly wants to go with you at the pool or on the beach one day just to enjoy it as well

Respectful king in the end

I hope you liked it !

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pinkaditty · 8 months

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Pervert (Obey Me! Shall we Date)

summary: You are suspecting that someone is stealing your underwear. It will go missing and randomly reappear like it was never gone. You pretend not to notice, but set a little trap for the culprit… And catch them red-handed.

content warning: fem!mc (listed undergarments are stolen, but Mc could be a crossdresser idk) and nsfw is all i think but please lmk if there's anything else here that i forgot to warn abt!

a/n: this is my first everrrr OM! blurb so idk i hope it does well! silent readers won't be blocked but psa that i do appreciate likes and comments <3 however ageless/minor blogs will be blocked thx!

psst! read part 2 here!

MINORS DNI. IM SO SRS. i promise waiting a few years sounds worse than it actually is. please respect my boundary <3

You had suspected someone had been doing it for a while. Your favorite pairs of bras or panties or even your matching sets would randomly disappear from your dirty clothes hamper while waiting to be washed. When you noticed they were missing, you didn't know how to bring up the issue. It wouldn't make any sense if the laundry was switched. As it kept happening, and the clothes kept randomly reappearing and disappearing, you began to feel suspicious. Could it have been possible that someone was stealing them?

When you breached this thought, the prospect nervously excited you. There are only so many reasons for stealing someone's used undergarments, and you were certain you could narrow it down. You did admittedly find it somewhat disturbing, but at the same time, you couldn't help but laugh. Why couldn't they just come to you and ask? It's not like your suitors to be shy.

Then again, maybe you were overthinking it. Perhaps it was simple curiosity? Maybe someone is fascinated by humans and the clothes they wear or the way they smell? You weren't one to judge, but still. It felt strange regardless of whether it was pure curiosity or unbridled pervertedness.

You continued to put up with it for a while until one fateful day, you caught them. You had purposely left your dirty clothes hamper unattended after dragging it to the laundry room, leaving to grab some scent beads to freshen the wash. As you'd been coming back, you heard someone rooting around in your hamper. You could hear clothes being pushed to the side and frustrated sighs as the hamper teetered back and forth with their frustrated movements. You bit your lip, heart pounding in your chest. You gently turned your head around the doorway arch to peer at the culprit. Steeling yourself, you turned away and straightened up before walking in with a feigned surprised gasp slipping from your lips. It was just in time to see the culprit pick up your favorite pairs of lacy underwear. The culprit, hearing your gasp, quickly turns, color draining from their face before it is quickly replaced by a crimson blush.

Whatever excuses they attempt to stammer out, you don't hear. You simply stare at them, mouth agape, before your feigned surprise melts into a twisted smile. You put your hand over your mouth to stifle a chuckle, and look at them, mirth in your eyes.

"You… You pervert!"

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Lucifer:

To say Lucifer is beyond embarrassed is quite the understatement. He's utterly and undeniably humiliated. His glasses are crooked, his face a blotchy red, and his nose slightly wet from having buried it in the spoils of his efforts; your panties. He clears his throat hurriedly and desperately scrambles for any kind of excuse, including straightening up and attempting to intimidate you. But how could you be intimidated by a man who you'd just seen bury his nose in your panties, drunken look all over his face? You simply laugh at him and hold out your hand, a smirk on your face as you motion for him to hand the panties over, one eyebrow raised. He turns away ashamedly and gently places them in your hand, his shoulders trembling just slightly out of embarrassment.

With his eyes screwed shut and his lips pursed, he stiffly strode towards the exit, as if he could simply leave after all that has transpired here. You reach behind you and grab his vest, tugging him back beside you. In no position to argue, he does not resist. Once he is beside you, you begin to trail your hands across his stomach before going in a straight line up his chest. "You know… " you start, stifling a smirk and biting your lip. You turn to him, but he remains frozen, staring at the exit, as though desperate to escape. You simply continue to trail your hand up his chest, unphased. "Next time, you can just come to me and ask." Your fingers reach his neck, and he flinches, but shows no other movement. You trail your fingers up to his chin before grabbing it and turning his head so his gaze was on you. "There is more where this came from." You hold up your panties, the ones he was just so brazenly burying himself in moments before.

His blush deepened across his face, and he pulled away from you, stiffly making his exit. You only laugh and wonder how long it will take for him to release his pride and ask you for a pair… or two.

Mammon:

Immediately he is blabbering out a multitude of excuses, excuses, and more excuses. "It's not what ya think, MC! I was just- ah, just um- just checking for my socks!" and "I swear ya've got it all wrong!" and "I'm yer first demon anyway! I should be 'llowed to-" and "Listen, don't ya dare tell Lucifer or Levi or anyone else!!" and more and more excuses and empty threats spilled from his lips, until he finally sank to his knees and quieted, as though asking for forgiveness. All you had to do was silently stare at him, smirking, hand still covering your mouth as you watched him slowly melt and grovel. His face is a deep red and his eyes are watery, lips wet from pressing them against your essence in the panties. He still gripped them in his hands and his fingers trembled as he held them.

Smirking wider, you walk forward to him and bend your knees to face him. "Look at me." You didn't even need to command him. He looks up, eyes still watery and his lips red from him worrying them between his teeth. His face was still a deep shade of crimson, and his heavy breathing made it clear it was a struggle for him to keep eye contact. You smile and hold out your hand, motioning for him to hand over what was rightfully yours. Defeatedly, he hands it over, and clenches his fists in his lap, still trembling. You would have thought he'd have more to say, but perhaps being caught like this was simply too humiliating.

"The Great Mammon is too embarrassed for words, huh? Poor thing." You tease him just a little bit, watching him continue to tremble. For a moment he opened his mouth to retort, but one look at you and he couldn't do it. His mouth closed and he looked down ashamedly.

You laugh at his demeanor, and reach out to gently take his chin in your hand and raise it so he could face you. "Awww, don't be shy. I understand, your first human is truly irresistible." You give him a challenging look, and he gulps nervously. "However, next time, Mammon… All you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to satisfy all your burning curiosities. Besides, there's plenty more of these in that hamper." You lift up your panties with one finger, dangling it in front of his eyes. He bites his lips and his eyes widen at your gesture. He begins to lean towards them, as though attempting to get another whiff. You smile and pull them away from him, laughing at his dejected expression.

"Come on, I have to wash these for now. How about you be good and go wait in your room? Perhaps I'll bring you the ones I'm wearing now." Your enticing offer immediately stifles whatever excuse he was about to shout about the unfairness of it all. He simply nods and scurries away, eager to receive a prize for being obedient.

Levi:

Levi shrieks like a little girl, fumbling his grip on your panties and dropping them in the heap of other discarded clothes from his prior ransacking. "I… I-I-I… U-Um… I!!!" He stammers, desperately scrambling for an excuse, a way to escape from this embarrassing predicament. He lifts his arms in front of his eyes, shielding himself from your gaze. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" He shouts, probably alerting the entire House of Lamentation. He slowly sinks into the corner of the room, curling into a ball as though you were hovering over him. His mumbled "I'm sorry"s and "I'm just a dirty otaku pervert"s are eventually lost to his hiccups and tearless sobs. Gosh, he's so dramatic.

You just stand there, chuckling to yourself for a moment, before drawing closer, slowly taking short steps towards him. With every click of your shoes on the floor, the more he seemed to cave in on himself, even revealing his tail to curl it around him. His sobs were no longer audible, but he was still shaking, and muttering to himself about how he couldn't believe he'd let himself do that. You sank down to your knees and patted him on the back, partially soothing him and partially asking for his attention. After a few pats he looks up, the most comically distressed look on his face, and immediately hides behind his arms again to protect himself. Before you can say anything, genuine apologies spill from his lips, broken by extreme stammers. "I-I am SO sorry MC, I sh-should never have d-done that, I'll n-never look at you again-" and so on, so forth, each stammered promise more extreme than the last.

You can only roll your eyes affectionately at his actions. You shake your head and gently tug on his arm, forcing him to peer over it at you. "Well, it's not exactly okay, but next time, please ask me." A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you say this, eager to gauge his reaction.

He blinks at you confusedly, before realization flickers across his face and a crimson blush spreads all over his features. "WH-WHA?!" He exclaims in surprise, jumping as soon as it hit him.

You simply smile and back away, picking up your discarded underwear that he held only moments ago. "Just ask. If you want some." You smirk at him, standing upright and gathering your clothes together to put them all back in the hamper. You glance back at him. "I don't have any except the ones I'm wearing now, so you'll have to wait." You smirk at him and turn away, focusing on the laundry before hearing him slither out of the room, his heavy breathing muffled.

Satan:

Of all the brothers, to be honest, you least expected him. Even Lucifer wouldn't be much of a surprise, considering how he has no such outlet for being pent up. But Satan had books. And yet, despite all those books, some erotica and some educational, here he was, unsatisfied, seeking the real thing through going through your laundry. On second thought, maybe that was believable.

He immediately froze, whipping himself around to face you and promptly dropping the panties on the pile of clothes in shock. He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, before realizing he’d dropped his long-awaited bounty. He ripped his eyes away from you and set them on the panties instead, reaching down to pick them up again, and turning his face away, holding them out to you. He was flushed red, from the height of his cheekbones to the base of his neck. He probably knew that you never would have expected him, which was why being caught was so humiliating to him. You snicker into your hand, and he trembles in embarrassment at your laughter, still holding out the panties. You graciously reach forward and accept them, plucking them from the tips of his fingers. He quickly retracted his hand, still trembling and refusing to look at you.

You would have expected him to be shouting all sorts of profanities and curses alike, anything to deflect and avoid the situation at hand, because he is simply full of wrath. But he simply stood, trembling, and turned away, his eyebrows creased downwards in an unsurprisingly angered expression. Perhaps he was more angry at himself than the situation and that was why he was turned away? Regardless, you placed the underwear back in your hamper and moved to collect the rest of the clothes, and Satan wordlessly helped you, still blushing furiously and refusing to look at you.

When the task was done and the hamper was full, he made to leave, but you commanded him to stay. Rooted to the spot and unable to move due to your pact, he stayed, but refused to turn to you. His neck was still very red. You approached him from behind and placed a hand on his back, making him jump. You simply chuckled in response and said “Please Satan, the next time those erotica books aren’t doing it for you, you just have to ask.”

His breathing picked up and his flush grew redder and deeper. You could hear the slight wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing, as though he had something to say. You waited patiently for him to speak, but he eventually growled and stalked off, posture tight as a stitch. You knew he’d cave eventually.

Asmodeus:

Well, this guy’s shameless. The color did indeed drain from his face at first, but it was quickly replaced with a humble blush and a knowing smirk. He was still holding the panties rather close to his face. “Sorry, doll…” He drawls, gazing at you with lidded, suggestive eyes. “Couldn’t help myself.” He giggles after saying that, whisking the panties away from his face and hiding his hand behind his back. He leaned forward and put a finger to his lips, smiling devilishly. “You can keep a secret, right sweetheart? I don’t want my brothers to know about this…” He mock pouts, and you roll your eyes. You’d figured it was him because most of the ones that went missing were pink, and we all know who adores that color.

You could also tell he knew you weren’t exactly uncomfortable with this, him stealing your intimates for his own personal desires. Of course you weren’t, he was your suitor. You sigh and shake your head. “Sure, Asmo. But, let’s be more polite and ask me next time, okay?”

He throws his head back and laughs, as though genuinely amused at your words. When he finishes laughing, he wipes a tear from his eyes and mutters “Politeness from a demon… Really…” He flips his hair over his shoulder and smiles at you. “If it is what you wish. However…” His voice turned sly and low, as he revealed his hand once again and dangled your panties from his hand. “I’ll be taking these for now, dear.”

You laugh at him, and he simply smiles wider in response. “Well, sure, but… wouldn’t you like a fresher pair?”

The words stop him in his tracks. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he realizes your offer. However, he is only shocked for mere moments before smirking again, another blush dusting his cheeks, a drunken look on his face. “Oh, dear!” He squeals, walking over to you and holding your face between his hands, bringing himself very close to you. “I would very much like a fresher pair~. You come to my room later, okay? I’ll be waiting~.” He taps your nose and begins moving away, blowing a kiss your way and winking as he drops the panties into your open palms.

You wondered what the rest of the day would be like.

Beelzebub:

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was doing this simply out of curiosity. You'd be willing to excuse it. Poor guy, didn't know how to approach you so instead resolved to innocently nick away your clothing for innocent, curious inspections. You were prepared to forgive him after giving him a slap on the wrist.

You are surprised, however, when he starts profusely apologizing, clutching the panties in his hand, muttering about how he just couldn’t satiate his hunger.

His face is red and his head is bowed forward, not making eye contact with you. Suffice to say this is not what you expected. You cock your head to the side, looking at him curiously. "Beel…" And he immediately looks up obediently. You don't even have to ask. "...What kind of hunger?"

You figured you knew what he meant, but couldn't resist a little teasing. He squirms under your gaze, bowing his head down again and clenching and unclenching his hands, panties still gripped in both. He purses his lips before explaining, "I'm not sure how to explain it, MC, but when I smell you, I get hungry." He is still avoiding your gaze, but you can tell he's being sincere. "And it's not hungry for food, it's more like… a strong, lustful hunger… And I've never felt that before, so I was curious." His head is still bowed shyly, and he's raised his hand to hold out the panties. "I'm sorry, MC. I won't do it again."

You smiled genuinely at his sincerity and apology, your heart swelling just slightly. "No worries, Beel." You take the panties from him and pile them into the hamper. "Will you help me put the clothes back?"

He nods and helps you pile your clothes back into the hamper, a light blush still on his cheeks. Once you're done, you turn to him, smiling mischievously. "Beel. The next time you want a pair, please don't be afraid to ask me, okay? I'll be happy to help you."

Beel bursts into a blush wordlessly, his eyes widening at your offer. Hesitantly, he nods, clenching his eyes shut before turning on his heel and walking away, probably off to the kitchen. He's a glutton, right? He'd be back.

Belphegor:

Of all demons, the Avatar of Sloth is tirelessly rummaging around in your laundry? Of all types? He looks at you, color still drained from his face, before tiredly huffing and looking down at the spoils of his efforts, probably contemplating if it was all worth it. He sighs and looks up at you again, too tired to be embarrassed, and hands you the panties before collapsing into the pile of your clothes he'd created from his rummaging. He turns over like he's getting ready to sleep, and mutters a quick "Sorry. G'night."

You're tempted to laugh at his actions, and you almost do, but you decide to poke him back awake. He protests a little bit, rolling over back and forth and wiggling out of your reach, before huffing and whining. "Comfy. Smells like you. Tired. G'night." You roll your eyes and decide to use your pact to your advantage.

"Belphegor. Get up."

Suddenly overcome by the power of the pact, he finds it fit to rise off of the pile, taking his sweet time. He stretches, curving his back and whipping his tail around in annoyance. "What? What now?"

"I need to wash these, Belphie. I can't stuff you into the washing machine." You chuckle lightly, moving to gather the pile and place it in the wash.

Belphegor whines in protest. "What about me? Your smell helps me sleep…" He looks away, a light blush on his cheeks.

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. "And this is why you've been stealing my intimates?" He rolls his eyes and quietly mutters something about getting off but waves away his comment before you can respond.

"Doesn't matter." He quiets down and leans against the wall, waiting for you to finish. When you turn to him questioningly, he simply raises an eyebrow. "What? I fully intend to drag you to my room to sleep with me. If I can't have your panties then I'll just have you." He turns away and blushes furiously despite his words being quite direct. You simply laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll be done soon."

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a/n: waaaaaaaaah i hope u all enjoyed! it's a little cringe yea and i apologize if anyone was slightly ooc i did my best!! i don't have a masterlist or anything yet but if u liked this please lmk! i plan on writing one for the other dateables soon!

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talaok · 5 months

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hi!!! request for joel being readers first kiss. He won’t go any further than kissing but they have a LOT of fun kissing

thx

post outbreak jackson pls

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: very brief talk of some sexual themes at the end, but the rest is... you guessed it, kissing!

a/n: 1000/10 idea i literally blushed when you sent it. idk about the execution tho

You were so incredibly embarrassed when you told him, when you finally had to confess that you had no experience, and by that I mean really none, absolutely zero.

But then again what could he have expected?

perhaps he knew right from the moment he set eyes on you, and perhaps... perhaps he liked it.

It oozed from your every pore... your innocence, it was in the way you couldn't meet his gaze, in the way you shivered when his hand grazed against your arm, in the shyness in your voice... it was in everything... it was all of you.

But he nicked at it, piece by piece, brick by brick, he had gotten to know you... maybe a little too much.

He had realized at one point, too late he'd grow to admit, that he liked you, really liked you, in a way he hadn't experienced in ages, in a way that made him feel sixteen all over again.

And yes you were young... much too young for him, and yes you were complete opposites, him, a rough man with enough blood on his hands to make a serial killer's skin crawl, and you, you a pretty little thing who'd lived her whole life in Jackson, safe from the atrocities of the real word... but still, still he he couldn't stop his old heart from beating faster when he was with you.

And that's why one day, one cold, windy day, as snow fell to the ground and you held onto his arm as if it was a life jacket, while he walked you back home, he couldn't do anything but tell the truth.

"Joel" you had said right outside your front door.

"yes sweetheart?" he asked, watching your pretty face fill with dread

"Joel I... I like you"

You'd told him so casually, so simply, that for a moment he wondered if he had imagined it.

But you had misinterpreted his pause all wrong

"I-I'm sorry nevermind, pretend I didn'-"

"no, no I'm sorry" he shook his head, forcing himself out of his trance "You said you like me darlin'?" he asked, taking a step closer to you so he was right there before you, looking down at the gorgeous girl who'd just made all his wishes come true.

"mh-mh" you nodded shily

And at that, he smiled, placing a hand on your reddening cheek, as his thumb gently stroked it

"well then we're in luck" he'd murmured "cause I happen to like you too sweetheart" he promised "a lot"

"r-really?" Your eyes sparked with joy

"of course baby" he breathed, bending down to meet his lips with yours instinctively before your voice stopped him

"wait-" you said

"oh, I'm sorry, I'm going too fast"

"n-no you're not it's just that..."

it was getting harder to meet his gaze again

"if you wanna wait that's ok, sweetie"

"n-no I don't wanna wait, Joel, it's just that-"

"what is it?"

A loud sigh left your mouth before you could respond

"I've never... I've never kissed anybody"

His mouth fell open slightly at the confession, but he recovered quickly, now both his hands holding your pretty face.

"oh" he breathed "that's ok sweetheart, we can wait"

"no I want to kiss you Joel, I really really do... but- but I'm scared I won't be... good at it"

"oh baby" he couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle "You'll be great at it, don't you worry"

Your heart was racing and your breathing hitched as you looked up into his hazel eyes

"do you think- do you think you could... teach me?"

Now Joel Miller didn't deem himself a romantic, but the way you said that... the way you gazed dreamily and both anxiously into his eyes as you spoke those words... he had to stop a moment to thank whoever was up there for having allowed him to meet you.

"of course I can" he said

"yeah?"

"there's nothing I'd like more baby"

And that was it, you were smiling like a kid in a candy store

"s-so what do I do?"

His hands were still on your face, holding you in a way that made your knees weak

"just follow my lead, I'll go slow, don't worry"

You nodded at that, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours and you were- you were giving your first ever kiss.

You got up on your tiptoes and held onto his arms as you closed your eyes and got lost in the feeling- and wow- you had only read in books about it and seen it in a couple of the movies they showed in Jackson, but this... this was just amazing, it felt like you were dreaming, like you had ascended to another universe.

He had kept his promise, he did go slow, but it felt heavenly for him too nonetheless.

He leaned away after what was probably an eternity, to look back at you and confirm this was all real

"so?" he asked, "how was it?"

You couldn't help but giggle as you almost jumped out of your skin from the happiness.

"good" you grinned "very very good"

"mmmhh" he hummed, moving one of his hands to your waist to bring you closer to him "'s that right"

"yeah" you breathed so lowly he wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't been an inch away from your face

"well I'm glad" he smirked, kissing you on the cheek this time "Hopefully we'll do that again then"

"yes please"

He chuckled at that, not leaning away

"would you like a goodnight kiss?"

Not a split second passed that you had already answered

"yes" you nodded, leaning up already "yes please"

And that was how it all started.

That was the night you found your true calling... kissing, and not only that, but kissing Joel Miller.

God, there was nothing better than it,

feeling his beard stroke your cheek, the way his strong hands held you as he did, the way he tasted, the way his warmth spread all over your body, it was all just... perfect

And the coolest thing was that when he said he was gonna teach you, he meant it.

Who knew there were so many ways you could kiss someone?

There were the French kisses, the kisses on the neck, the "special kisses" aka hickeys you loved giving him and that he loved pretending not to like, then the kisses standing up, laying down, and your personal favorite: kissing him while sitting on his lap, and then of course as time went on you both found out (although him especially) how much fun it was to kiss in public, at the bar, on patrol, you name it, it didn't matter, what mattered was that his lips were on yours and his arms were around you (and even if he would have never admitted it, he loved it because he loved showing everyone you were his, and he was yours).

If it were up to you, you'd spend your whole life like that, diving your fingers into his hair as his hands explored every inch of your body, your face, your hips, your ass, your belly (above clothes of course), making you shiver and whimper with every movement.

But it was only just kissing, Joel made a promise to himself he was gonna wait, and it's not that he didn't want to go further, god only knew how many times his dick got hard just by giving you a chaste kiss on the lips as he felt your body pressed against his (and yes that did make him feel like a hormonal teenager again, but then again, everything about you did), so no it definitely wasn't that, and he didn't know if it was because he felt guilty or in some way, like he would be doing something wrong, but for now, all he knew was that he needed to wait, wait until he was sure you were sure about him, and about you.

And for now... for now, you were more than happy with it, counting down the seconds until you'd get a taste of him again.

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nanenna · 3 months

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Today I remembered that my favorite thing about having so many AUs is to pick up 2 AUs like Barbie dolls and clack their faces together while making smooching noises.

Behold my beloved DCxDP AU amalgamation monster: DeamonTwinAU and PhantomThiefAU (aka: Selina gives Danny a slutty slutty cat suit, good times)

The story vaguely goeth thusly: Danny is a halfa, the Balance, the Bridge Between Worlds, he is....... the Observants' glorified gofer. You see, there are a lot of cursed/enchanted/ghostly artefacts floating around loose in the living Realm and they need Danny to go retrieve them. Danny would rather not, but they just won't leave him alone about it. Can't a guy just live? At least let him poop in peace! Ancients! Fine, he'll do it if it'll get them to shut up. (Spoiler: it does, in fact, not get them to shut up.)

But you see, Danny has a secret: he was raised in an assassin ninja cult (at least for the early years) before getting adopted by the Fentons. Now the killing? Not a fan, no thanks, he's working on not increasing his kill count, thx. But the sneaking? He could use that. Sneaky ninjas are also good thieves, right? So he cobbles together a knock off League of Assassins outfit, buys a cheap portable lock picking set, and decides to make a game of how far can he get without using his powers (much. He's new at this okay?)

Batman is not having fun. There's some (possible?) League assassin running around stealing verified cursed/magical artefacts! Is Talia planning something? Is Ra's planning something? (Isn't he for real dead? Silly reader, no one is ever for real dead in DC.)

Robin is super frustrated. For all the same reasons Batman is but also because he just knows this new rogue is taunting him. Personally. Because he's Damian al Ghul Wayne and the whole world revolves around him, obviously. (And also because he once pointed at Robin and laughed before jumping out a window.)

Selina is intrigued. Who is this kid? How does he know what to go after? How does he keep evading the bats? Luckily she runs into him mid heist (fortunately they had different targets, she's intrigued but not enough to hand over her shinies to him) and oh he's adorable! She has to train him, it would drive Brucie up the wall. But then she sees his face and oh, she knows exactly who he is, even if he seems oblivious.

Because Danny? He's in Gotham for the ecto, for the Thomas Wayne full ride scholarship he managed to snag, and also because for some reason Gotham is full of so many cursed/ghost artefacts. (Lady Gotham is seething, she worked hard to collect all those curses! But this is her beloved dark knight's kid and she kinda wants him home. But she also doesn't want to give up her curses!) Back to the point: Danny doesn't care about ANY of the rich bougie people. The Waynes give out a lot of scholarships? Cool, that's nice and all. They probably also rub elbows with Vlad or Sam's parents. No thanks. Doesn't care. He's got better things to worry about.

Selina has got a plan though! She's gonna teach this boy how to thief properly, starting with better tools (including the slutty, slutty cat burglar outfit). She also knows that she can't let any of the Waynes (in or out of costume) meet Danny (out of costume). So does Lady Gotham. So does the universe apparently (or just Clockwork maybe), because all kinds of unlikely things keep happening to prevent it.

Danny is having so much fun though! He's learning new skills. Selina is giving him an allowance so he's not living off ramen and peanut butter sandwiches, he's doing well in school, he gets to stretch his ghost powers regularly to go above the smog cover and star gaze in peace. Everything's coming up Danny.

Selina decides it's time to flaunt her find in front of Brucie and makes Danny go to a gala as her date, she spends the entire time clinging to his arm and introducing him around to everyone. Including Bruce himself (who just so happens to have Damian in tow). Danny may not recognize Bruce, but he sure recognizes Damian, and Damian recognizes him if his utterly flabbergasted face is anything to go by. But Danny remembers what it was like living in the League. And so far as he knows Damian is still in it, he was the Demon Head's heir after all. Damian made sure of it.

Oh it. Is. ON! Now Danny is on a mission! A sibling rivalry mission! He is going to make Damian's/Robin's a living hell. Selina going on a heist that has no magical artefacts? Danny's there anyway, always have back up. That necklace in the museum has barely any powers and he wasn't even going to bother with it? Too bad, it's back on the list. He has no reason to be out at all but the bats are on patrol? Well so is Danny. Catch him if you can, suckers!

It's good for Danny, it's enrichment!

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dc comics #batman #danny phantom #nenna writes #just having fun playing with my legos #snap these two pieces together and see what we can build

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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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Thinking of the yan bees rn. I want them to tie me down as I’m forced to receive orgasm after orgasm, being at their mercy. And Ik they don’t like to punish their darling but I’m imagining after a failed escape attempt or something, I’m just denied orgasms so I learn that if I stay with them they’ll fufill my every need. Maybe the king or queen have me push out eggs in front of them while they play with my poor abused nipples. Or female bees have me hump their muscled legs with my hands tied behind my back as I try to reach my orgasm, the humiliation aahhh. I just want them to take care of me. Thx for listening to my insane ramblings momma! Hope ur doing well <3

Oh they'll take care of you. They'll give you such a smug expression when you fruitlessly rub against their thighs, cooing when you become so nervous you can't continue, so they wrap their larger hands around your waist to move you themselves, like you're just a helpless little doll.

When you're made to push out the eggs, you're praised, warm hands coming to hold you still as the aftershocks of your forced orgasms leave you. Your body acts as if it's boneless, you're unable to make any coherent statement as their fingers come to hold your hole open so they can gaze at your gaping hole. You were so good for them, can't you continue to let them take care of you? You're so pretty and cute when made into this sort of mess, why won't you let them keep you like this?

Looks like a few more hours of playtime will do the trick and keep you in line for a bit <3

-Mommabean

#yandere exophilia #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yandere lemons #poly yandere #yandere alien bees #mommabean #egg laying kink #tw egg laying

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oozedninjas · 2 months

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can I please get something featuring sick!Leo, and a reader that is taken by surprise when he shows symptoms? it could be anything pls and thx

But Tim, are you implying Leo's going to self-sacrifice himself even in small circumstances??? YES HE IS

SFW / Still an 18+ blog so MDNI / Leo and the reader are early -hirties

"Careful, baby," you kindly cautioned him.

Leo shot you a glance as he positioned the recently unpacked television over its designated cabinet. He wiped his forehead as you approached with a glass of cold water.

You had recently landed a new –better paying– job and found a nice loft near the lair. The place was a chaos of boxes and scattered things. Moving was always a bit messy at first, but that was precisely why you asked Leo for help. Who better than him to put things in order?

"Thanks for coming; you saved me," you said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He smiled at your words, accepting the glass. You noticed his hand was shaking slightly.

"My pleasure," Leo said, half-panting before gulping down the water.

You frowned. Did he get tired just by pulling the TV up the cabinet? That wasn’t like him at all. You sharpened your eyes, observing his movements. They weren't as smooth as usual, and he hadn't tried to make conversation. In fact, Leo looked rather... well, less vibrant.

"Hey, are you alright?"

You reached out to cup his cheek, but he rejected the contact, kindly motioning back.

“Yeah. What else do you need help with?”

A stiff smile appeared on his face. Your brow quirked. Judging by the way his gaze deliberately avoided the illuminated points of your apartment and how his lips looked dry even after recently drinking water, you knew he wasn’t telling the truth.

“Leo,” you scolded. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look kinda… pale,” you said after a few moments, trying to find a word to describe his new –definitely not normal– skin tone.

“I’m okay, just tired. Let’s finish, shall we?” he said, avoiding your gaze as he walked towards the kitchen. “You want the clock here, right?”

Leonardo gestured to the place above the counter, but before he could do anything else, his body simply short-circuited. In the blink of an eye, he lost balance, tried to reach out to hold himself on the small round table near him but failed, falling and taking the table with him.

“Leo!” you rushed to his side.

He pressed a hand to his temple. “It’s pounding…” he commented in a lower voice, more to himself than to you.

“I knew something was off. What's going on?”

“I’m fine… I just-" He paused, looking at your worried expression and feeling a pang of guilt for hiding the truth in the first place. “Donnie wanted me to join him in this video game contest. We were at it for about two days straight.”

“Jesus,” you whispered, shaking your head, “Babe, we're not nineteen anymore. You can’t mess up your sleep schedule like this.”

“I know. But it was important to him.”

You hummed, your gaze softening as you helped him up.

“Well, you should’ve told me. If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked you to come here in the first place,” you told him, gently.

“Sorry. I wanted to see you, and lend a hand.”

You looked at him with a softened gaze. You couldn’t really be angry when the only thing he always did was try and be there for you, even when it wasn’t good for his health. You let out a deep sigh.

“It's okay. Just make sure to tell me if it happens again, okay? For now, let me take care of you.”

“What? No, I’ll go back to–”

“I’m not taking no for an answer tonight, babe. I won't let you walk around half-fainting in the night,” you asserted, cupping his face in your hands. “Let me take care of you.”

“Thank you,” Leo whispered, leaning a little more on you.

#tmnt #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt 2007 leo #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse leo #tmnt leo x reader #bayverse leo x reader #tmnt 2k16 #tmnt x reader #leo x reader

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charlesslut16 · 9 months

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Hii I wanted to request an oscar x reader. Like where they have a fight about something stupid and the reader decides to sleep on the couch but the reader cant sleep without him. Thx

-lagom-

summary : lagom: not too much, not to little, just right. That's was what you had with Oscar...

PAIRING : oscar piastri x reader

WARNINGS : none?

note : i chnaged it a bit but i hope you still like it. Love you!

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You didn't normally argue with Oscar, you mostly had the same thoughts on a thing as you did. But when you did fight, it was normally over absolutely nothing.

Oscar had been gone for several weeks, and you had just had enough already. You wanted a boyfriend who sees you almost every day. Oscar was traveling country after county for the races.

"I'll be back before you know it, Y/N" you had tears in your eyes.

"I can't do it, Oscar! I can't do it anymore! You never have time for me anymore! You're always away! Do you not care about me anymore? I will keep floating around like a ghost. It's totally fine, let's pretend I just don't exist. You come back for like 2 days, and then you're gone again! I want someone to be with me as much as possible! I want someone to hug!"

You stopped yelling for a minute and looked at Oscar's expression. You ran out of the room balling your eyes out, realizing you weren't meant to say that. Furthermore, you ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

You sat on the toilet seat and sulked into your hands. You couldn't help but cry loudly. Not on purpose, obviously. But minutes later you walked out of the bathroom into your guest, room.

As it had been already late, you decided to sleep there. You didn't want to go back to him and apologize, even tho you knew that the words you used were harsh.

You made everything ready for bed and laid on it. Not only that, but you tried to go to sleep, but the argument was stuck in your head. And you couldn't sleep that well without Oscar.

When Oscar was with you, he held you, or you held him. Cuddled until you both fell into a deep slumber. Even when he wasn't with you, he called you, so you could fall asleep while you were facetiming.

But now that the season was getting stressful, Oscar didn't have time for you anymore. He rarely called or texted you. You knew that he was busy, but it still made you upset.

You understood, you always did.

At the beginning of your relationship, you knew what you were getting into, but now it was very hard for you. You wanted a boyfriend that you saw every or every two days. But with Oscar that couldn't be the case.

You were lying in the guest bed and couldn't sleep. You had turned and moved to other positions, but nothing had worked. Oscar was what you needed. His comfort.

But then Oscar knocked on the door and walked in.

"Y/N, can we please talk about this? We need to talk".

You looked up at him and slightly nodded. He sat on the bed and looked at you with guilt and worry.

"I know I'm traveling a lot. I'm sorry babe. But If you leave me, I won't have anything to love, cuddle and look forward to when I'm coming close to the end of the season. I know this is hard, and I'm sorry I try to fly you out as much as I can, and you know that"

"I'm so sorry, Oscar. It wasn't supposed to come out like that, I mean, it's how I feel but the way I said it wasn't really all that good. I feel horrible, and I do appreciate everything you do for me. I love you, Oscar"

"I love you too, baby. But, can you please come back to bed. I can't sleep without you, and as I see you can't either."

You nodded at him and stepped on the floor. He took your hand in his and walked with you to your shared bedroom, so you could cuddle and talk about what else was on your mind.

But one thing was clear. Neither of you could sleep without the other one for very long. You were each other's safe place.

#oscar piastri #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1 fluff #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fanfic

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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ok!! thx for being so sweet abt it i love you, i just wanted to clarify before i sent any requests!!

I was thinking maybe stepdad! jake is tired of your subtle teasing habits w him. so when your mom was out of the house for a bit, jake ends up fucking u after seeing u in a skimpy lil outfit. now HE starts teasing u, about how u whine when his heavy balls start hitting your cunt

Ily too baby!!!

Ugh this idea has me in a chokehold omfgggg 😩😩😩😩

The teasing started with you giving Jake a little nickname. Daddy. You'd call him that and bat your eyelashes and make big doe eyes at him. And it killed him.

Your mom saw it as a term of endearment. Jake saw it for what it was: You being a bratty, little slut.

And it ached him, made his blood boil, his entire being alight with rage. Goddamn, all he wanted to do was fuck you, dick you down until you understood the kind of whore you are, until you learned your place.

He was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself.

And one day, it finally did. Your mom is in charge of the morning hunt, so she leaves early and won't be back until much later.

Jake lingers in your shared tent, his cock aching to teach you a lesson, as he waits for you to come out of your room.

Eventually, you do. And when he sees you, Jake has to almost physically restrain himself from lurching at you. You're wearing a pretty beaded top, full of colors against your blue skin that make you stand out. Your loincloth matches the top, and it's much, much shorter than all the other ones you'd normally wear.

“Mornin', Daddy,” you say, smiling at him coquettishly, your pretty eyes wide as you throw him a coy look. “Where's Mom?”

“Gone hunting,” Jake replies through clenched teeth as he crosses his thick, bulging arms over his chest. “You and I need to talk, girl.”

You frown softly. “Talk about what?” you question, eyes glancing down at his lips before meeting his gaze again.

“About your behavior,” Jake tells you, raising an eyebrow.

“What behavior, Daddy?” you ask, suggestively accentuating the nickname.

At this, Jake loses his composure. He grabs you by the wrist, tugging you across the room to a table and bending you over it. You gasp as he places a huge hand on your back and pushes your chest against the tabletop, holding you there.

One of his hands caresses the skin of your ass before he delivers a sharp spank that makes you whimper softly, your body jolting away from the pain.

“Let's start with the fact that you're a slut, hm?” he says, spanking you again, his eyes trained on the way your ass bounces, on the way the imprint of his hand slowly starts to form on your asscheek. “Flirtin' with me, making pretty eyes at me, knowing full well I can't do anything 'bout it 'cause your mom's home.”

You deny it. “I don't know what you mean!” you gasp, lying, as Jake spanks you again.

“Bullshit,” he snaps. “You're a whore. You know exactly what you've been doing; don't try to lie to me.”

“I'm not lying!” you whine, Jake's hand spanking you again, and you mewl softly. Your pussy starts moistening, fluttering around nothing. “Daddy, I don't know what you mean.”

He spanks you. “You and I both know exactly what you've done, you slut. Always pretending to be so fuckin' innocent when you're nothin' but a whore.” He grabs the thick skin of your ass, squeezing you, making you whine softly.

“'m not a whore,” you tell him, eyes fluttering shut as he kicks your foot, forcing your legs apart, and then runs a hand up between your folds.

He can feel how wet you are, your slick gathering between your folds, smearing over your thighs. “This wet pussy says otherwise, girl,” he chuckles, his cock springing to attention when he raises his hand to his mouth and tastes you.

When he moves his fingers to slide between your folds again, you moan quietly, arching your back and presenting your cunt for him to fuck. He groans at the sight, at how evident it is that you're such a little slut.

Jake can't stop himself. He's knows it's wrong, knows he shouldn't, but fuck, he can't not.

He removes his loincloth, tossing it aside, and then runs the thick head of his cock against your entrance.

You shudder quietly, pushing your ass back as if inviting him in, and with one hard thrust, Jake fills you to the brim. You cry out at the sensation, the bulging head of his cock pressing against your cervix.

“You still gonna lie to me, whore?” he demands, spanking your ass, his eyes watching your poor pussy stretch open to take his thick cock.

“No!” you moan, cunt clenching around him. “I won't lie t'you anymore, Daddy,” you say, sobbing. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry I lied to you.”

“Much better,” Jake says as he pounds you, his cock dragging against your gummy walls. “Tell me the truth now, girl. How bad have you wanted me to fuck you?”

“S'bad!” you gasp, pussy dripping. “S'bad! I've wanted you so bad, Daddy!”

Jake enjoys how pathetic you are now that he's got his cock in you. “Is that why you were always teasin' me, calling me Daddy and wearing those ridiculous outfits so I could see your pussy, hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “'t was all f'r you, Daddy. All f'r you! Always f'r you.”

You whimper and whine, tears falling from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks. You hiccup softly between a few sobs as you cry from the pleasure. You blubber out something incoherent, something he can't understand, and it only makes his cock twitch inside you.

“You're so fuckin' pathetic,” Jake chuckles, spanking your ass, watching it jiggle. His balls slap against your folds, and you gasp at the sensation, body trembling.

“'s too much!” you mewl, hips almost trying to move away from his. “I can't 'nymore!”

“Aw, what's wrong, girl?” Jake mocks, smirking, his eyes trained on your quivering limbs. “Is Daddy's cock too big for you? His balls too heavy as they slap against that wet cunt?”

You sniffle, nodding, nails digging into the wood of the table. “Daddy, please!”

Jake chuckles. “You don't get to ask favors, girl. Sluts don't get what they want,” he tells you, his hips slamming into your ass, the sound of skin on skin loud in the tent. “You're going to take it until I decide you've had enough, understood?”

“Please,” you cry, sobbing. “No more, no more!”

Jake spanks you. “What did I just say?” he demands, thrusting into you harder.

You whine, “That I-I don't get to ask favors.”

“Yeah, what else?” he questions, his hands squeezing your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you.

“I'm going to take your cock until you-you decide it's enough,” you gasp, moaning, cunt tight around him. You're seeing stars behind your eyelids, tears blurring your vision. “But I can't!” you insist. “Oh, it's too much!”

“You should've thought about that before you behaved like a whore, hm?” he says, sneering. “You couldn't have possibly thought you'd be able to get away with this behavior of yours.”

You mewl, embarrassedly admitting, “I might've thought...I could get away with it.”

At this, Jake scoffs. He grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs on it, making you gasp. “You're a fuckin' whore. What the fuck were you workin' me up for if not this?”

You whimper. “I don't-don't know! I just liked the way you looked at me, Daddy!”

Jake laughs. “You're fuckin' disgusting,” he spits. “What would your mom say if she saw her pretty little girl getting fucked by Daddy, hm? What would she say if she knew you'd been riling me up, I wonder?”

“No!” you gasp, fear taking over you. “No, she can't-can't find out!”

Jake laughs again, the scent of your fear making him feral. “Maybe she should, huh? Maybe after I'm done fuckin' you, I'll just tell her what a little slut you are.”

“No!” you beg. “Daddy, please, no! You—Please, don't!”

“Why not?” Jake questions, tugging your hair cruelly. “Why shouldn't I tell her? Why should I keep your secret, slut?”

“I'll do anything!” you promise him. “I'll let you do anything to me, let you use me however you want! Please, she just can't find out!”

Jake chuckles. “Sellin' your body just to keep a secret, kid? You're really willing to be my little plaything as long as I don't tell on you?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “Yes, I'm yours! Your toy! Just please, don't tell Mom!”

Jake groans as your cunt tightens around him, your orgasm clearly not far. “Fine. I won't tell your mom,” he says. “Just get used to my cock, girl, 'cause it's gonna be in you more often than not.”

You whimper, crying out, “Yes! Yes! Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!”

Whatever intact thoughts were left inside you disappear like the setting sun. Slow at first, a gentle decline, and then all at once, drowning you in darkness. Your mind is lost to the pleasure, thoughts swirling all over, leaving not a single thing in your head beside the feeling of Jake's cock bruising your body.

“Please,” you mewl. “Daddy, please.”

“You wanna come?” Jake asks, his balls slapping against your pussy, soaking in your slick. “Wanna come on Daddy's cock?”

“Please!” you beg, nodding, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Need to—Want to—! Please!”

Jake scoffs at how fucked dumb you already are, and one of his hands slides under your body, caressing down your stomach until his fingers reach your clit. He pinches the sensitive nub, making you jerk and cry out, and he says, “Come for me, girl. I want you to come all over my cock, hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp, the pleasure growing inside you, clawing at the insides of your womb, aching to be let out. “Fuck! Daddy!”

And then your orgasm is all over you, bursting across your skin like wildfire, uncontrollable and scorching. You mewl, your cunt growing tight around Jake's cock, your slick gushing out.

As Jake continues thrusting into you, the sound of your squelching pussy reverberates around the room, and Jake grunts, “You hear that, kid? Hear how fuckin' loud your cunt is for me?”

You mewl, still tight around him, mewling, “Fuck! Daddy!”

Jake groans as he ruts into you, his thrusts stuttering as his orgasm overcomes him. He gasps, body shaking as he comes inside you, his seed spilling into your warm pussy, warm and sticky, and you shudder at the sensation.

Jake gasps as he starts recovering from his high. “Goddamn,” he groans. “Oh, I could absolutely get used to this pretty pussy.”

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 5 months

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OMG I LOVED THE LAST FIC U POSTED THX SO MUCHHHHHHH ❤❤❤❤ btw, since ur requests are open again, can I request after care w pietro and/or tan? like, reader is REALLY sore, can barely walk and etc

THXXX, luv ur work

- 🦅🇺🇸 USA USA RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH WTF IS A KILOMETER USA USA USA

AHHH THANK YOU!!! dude im loving the way you think🫠 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

AFTERCARE SCENARIO

tangerine x female reader | pietro maximoff x female reader

warnings. slightly suggestive? 2 minimal descriptions. not entirely sure if it counts as 18+ ??

aftercare with tangerine includes slow, deep kisses, with him still inside, comforting you as such as you both come down. he'd be the type to cup your face, checking you're okay with focused eyes - kinda searching yours. maybe you make a disgruntled face, and he immediately asks what's wrong - you say how you feel a bit sore and have a slight jabbing pain in your lower tummy. he'd kiss you again and apologise, slowly pulling out as not to cause more discomfort. he'd help you sit up if needed, and if you had trouble standing, he won't hesitate to scoop you up - either bridal style or over his shoulder. he'd sit you on the toilet lid and would run a bath for you both. he'd sit behind you in the bath and let you slump back into his chest. he'd rub over your tummy, kinda massaging it while kissing your cheek from behind - kinda cooing you. he'd wash your hair and help you wash, AND would hold your hand getting out !! he's such a gentleman omg:( then you'd have a nap bc it's cute, you sleeping on his chest, him holding you close both freshly washed and cozy

aftercare with pietro includes a messy makeout before slipping from your grasp. like him standing up beside the bed, leaning over it to kiss you bc he just can't help himself. he'd call you pretty and thumb over your cheek, telling you how he'll be back in a second. he'd put on his boxers, handing you his t-shirt and leave the room. he'd return with drinks, snacks, a hot water bottle and his laptop. he'd get back into bed, snuggling beside you - sitting up against the headboard. he'd place the bottle on your lower stomach to help ease the pain and set up his laptop to watch something as you cuddle. you'd both watch your fave show, eating the snacks then eventually, you'd change places - like the tan one, you'd be sat in front of him, slumping back into him as he mindlessly strokes your tummy. maybe all his gentle caressing sends you to sleep. he would doze off shortly after you, arms wrapped around your middle, side of his face resting on the crown of your head

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#ask #🦅🇺🇸#CAAWWWW #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine headcanon #tangerine x you #tangerine bullet train #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff headcanon #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro x reader

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southparkhcsocs · 1 month

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kicking my feet and giggling

can you do something like the main 4 praising you whether it's nsfw or not or both

heavy on the nsfw but you can pick 🤭

It's been a while babes ❤️ remember when that's what this blog was lol

Fem!reader

Under 18s dni! NSFW under the cut.

All characters are aged up to mid 20s thx

Stan Marsh

Stan wouldn't praise you as much as you'd like.

He doesn't say much generally.

But when he's drunk. Good God.

You are a goddess to him.

Everything you do is amazing, omg stunning!

"you're soo pretty, y/n. 'm so lucky to ha ve you. Look at you. You do so mu-ch for me. I loove youu."

Whether sober or drunk he'll praise you in the bedroom

He's a pretty dominant guy but he has to make sure you know how perfect you are for him.

But it's so much more when he's drunk.

He will stop mid thrust to complement and praise you.

Will end in crying lol

"So perfect." He mumbled into your neck before going to kiss your lips. He stopped his movements to just admire your beauty. "I love you so much. You're so good to me... I don't deserve you." His lip trembles.

You need to praise him back bc bro is insecure!!

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle will praise you a nice amount I think

If he thinks you've done something well, like getting a job, promotion etc he'll genuinely praise you

"That's amazing! I knew you could do it!"

If it's something he doesn't think warrants praise, like getting groceries, cleaning, basically everyday things he won't say anything but thanks. Not that he doesn't appreciate it, he just thinks it's not a big deal.

If everyday things are something you struggle with he'll try praising you but it will be half-hearted.

I don't imagine Kyle being much of a talker during sex

I also imagine him getting quite flustered when you ask him to praise you while he's two fingers deep inside you

"I - uuuhh." His brain fizzles out. System overload as he looks into your desperate eyes. "P-praise you? H-how?" He asked. You thrust your hips to remind him to keep fingering you which kicks starts his brain back to work. "oh, uummm g-good girl. S-so precious aren't you." He burrows his face into the crook of your neck. "You feel so good around my fingers."

He'll get so embarrassed if you praise him. He's not used to it!

Kenny McCormick

Kenny showers you with praises

No matter what you've done he thinks you're amazing, he understands how difficult things can be and wants to shower you in love, complements and praises

But he's so cool and collected it's sexy

"great job, babe."

But will almost always end it with something sexual

"you deserve a reward, huh?"

In bed, he'll praise you constantly

He'll get you to praise yourself.

"you're such a good girl, aren't you? Tell me how good you are for me, baby." His words reverberate against your neck as he's 6 inches deep. Fucking you so hard that you can barely get the words out. "Come on pretty girl. Tell me how much you deserve this."

You can praise him but he'll praise you right back. So much. He'll give you butterflies.

Eric Cartman

Cartman isn't much of a praiser

If you cook him his favourite meal he'll be like "Meh"

The only time he would praise you is when he's bringing you back from subspace

"such a good girl." "You did so well." "Look how pretty you are covered in my cum."

Bro would have you begging to be praised.

"what? You think you deserve praise?" He takes hold of your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Babe, you're only good when you're on your knees sucking my cock. If you're not doing that, what is there to praise?" His hand slides to the back of your head, pushing you down to his crotch. "You need to work for it, slut."

Nooo his ego is too big don't praise him!!!! He doesn't deserve it!

Will melt at being called a good boy.

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sturnmad · 4 months

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sub!nick headcanons

People have been begging me to write sub!nick stuff so here you go! Thx @urmyslxt for helping me out w this 💕

warnings: none, really. kinda explicit & obviously deals with D/s & a bit of S/M.

- BRAT. absolutely won't respect you if you can't argue back

- sometimes he'll argues just to rile you up so you'll fuck him harder.

- that being said, he's very eager to please (for the right person) and folds like a lawn chair under the right mix of gentle and firm. he just wants someone else to be in charge.

- he has a praise kink but he absolutely refuses to admit it. loves LOVES to make you feel good, your sounds of pleasure get him off like nothing else.

- he can be an absolute sweetheart. after a long day he just wants to come home and cuddle with your hand on the back of his nick.

- sometimes you have to hold it over his head. “No cuddling until you're finished editing” because you know once he lays down he's not getting back up.

- bit of a humiliation kink as well. he likes it when you poke fun at him, though he wouldn't admit it.

- dramatic as we all know. sex is almost like a fight with him. scratching, biting, hair-pulling, etc is encouraged.

- VERY vocal. if he's not talking he's grunting, groaning, whining, moaning, crying, all that shit.

- i could see him being into take-down scenes. nothing too heavy—playful wrestling, stuff like that. he likes to be just a little afraid.

- if he gets REALLY into it he'll want a little pain. choking, slapping, that sort of thing.

- he's into cockwarming but you didn't hear it from me. giving or receiving. really likes to be as close to his partner as humanly possible.

#nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male!reader #sub nick sturniolo #sub!nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #hc #hc list #fic

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fablesofkitkat · 2 years

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(18+) extra pov: domestic moments at 5:00 AM with Enji

genre: nsfw

minors do not interact

synopsis: what if instead of Rei, it was you who married Endeavor? early conversations with Enji.

I don't know how you do it, making love out of nothing at all

-Air supply

tags: @bootyholelicker @aw-crepes @tartly-sweet @ifyoulikeitiloveit @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @theroosterswife24 @ghostlyluminarycloud @acebakugo @itzyourgurlnihya @lynn-anonymous @animeaandp @rubinocore @mhashoswhore @includemeaspartofyourworld @nuttyninjacat @shadowzena43 @vtte @spicy-therapist-mom

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You stretch yourself on the bed as you wake up, pulling a muscle on your foot. The pain is instantaneous, resulting to your curled position. Are you that old? Getting cramps from a simple stretch? You couldn't contain the groan and whimper escaping from your lips. This wakes the sleeping giant beside you.

"...whuzwrong?" his voice sleepy and gruff.

"Foot cramps."

His eyebrows scrunched up and with eyes still closed, he sits up. His hand padded its way blindly to your thigh, squeezing for a second and he props up your leg to his lap. He attempts to grab your foot.

"Don't you dare—" you warned Enji.

His hand is large enough to make your feet small. He cradles your aching foot and gently flexed it. Relief flooded you. The pain seeped away. "This is new. Have you been wearing tight shoes?"

"No."

"...are you sure? Your feet size grew after you had Shoto."

The heat in his palms enveloped your foot and you sighed in contentment. "I'm sure."

"Maybe you're low on potassium, go see a doctor." He mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed. Enji placed both his palms on either side of your foot, gently pulling the right side of the foot forward while pushing the left side back, then left side forward and right side backward; he repeats the twisting motion, working his hands from ankle to toes.

"No, you go see a doctor. You're long overdue for a check-up too." You feel drowsy once more.

"It's Touya who needs a check-up. His new burns looked terrible despite the hero suit you invested in."

Your eyes narrowed. "What new burns?"

His eyes snapped open at his slip-up. The grimacing look he put on made the misplaced anger in you fade. Damn, this crusty old man. When did he get so adorable?

You looked heavenward and thought of your eldest. You never thought you'd consider about whooping his butt, but here you are. "What am I gonna do with Touya? Why can't he be moderate with his quirk."

"There are new heroes every day. Someone will be faster than Touya. Or wiser. Or stronger. He thinks he needs his chance in being Number One has a limited time window. It won't be long til he starts to feel the ache in his knees, feel the clunkiness of his movement, or notice how fatigue comes easy to him as he grows old. Since he was a kid, it didn't matter how much he bruised himself up to complete a day's training."

"Sounds like someone I know." You lift your arms up at him, inviting him to press himself into a hug.

His head rests on your chest while his arms lift your back so he could hug your waist. Your legs are apart to make room for him and then finally, he rolls his body with you lying on top of him.

"Fuyumi also worries me." Enji opens up; his hand is on your hip, the other on your back.

You look at your husband, propping your elbows up on his chest while your chin rests on your knuckles. "Why? Did something happen to Yumi??" Your forehead creased in worry.

"Don't you ever wonder why our daughter hasn't brought anyone for us to meet?"

"Like a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?"

"Yes." The grudge in that word did not go unheard.

You grin at his sour-puss expression. "One, you're very intimidating. Two, speak for yourself. How do you know I haven't met her special someone?"

"You did?"

"Well, not formally. There were no introductions. It was just me seeing them one time at the movies."

"You were at the movies without me?" His tone accusing.

"It was the time you left in the middle of our date." You sit up on his stomach, knees astride. You poke a finger at his chest. "You know I never watch a movie without you, there's no one to sleep with me."

His hands creep to cup your ass and you think none of it. You try not to. You and Enji are in your late 40s. You're in that weird phase where you try to second guess suggestive touches because of age. Will this lead to sex? Or not? You and Enji are a bit old so maybe not. Sometimes you and Enji don't feel like it but the habit sticks. It's comforting.

"You ever think of things we do while we go about our day?" asked Enji. He lifts you up a little for him to sit and he gets to makeout with you.

"All the time." You admitted, breaking away from his lips. You go back for more, your tongue felt small compared to Enji's.

"I'd be on patrol and remember your moans, or how wet you get grinding on my lap like right now." His kisses are controlled, not sloppy. For now.

You absentmindedly ground your hips on his thighs. Arms around his neck, a hand raking through his hair and the other scratching at the back of his neck. "I touch myself whenever..." You kiss his cheek, and proceeded to whisper in his ear. "But it's not enough— my fingers are too small and I miss you inside."

Enji has moved on to your neck while his hands pull your pajama pants along with your panties down to your ankles; you move a hand to wiggle them off. You thought wearing pajamas would help you and Enji refrain from sexual activities. It was a futile attempt.

"Can you imagine how warm and wet you are?" He suckled on a spot on your collarbone, stubbornly grabbing a bit of your skin to nibble. "What it does to me?" He palms your slit and the feel of his thick fingers that could just slip inside, gave you tingles. "It's a flood down here."

You bite the inside of your cheek, his smug smile makes you wanna smile too. "You started massaging my foot."

"Ah, so the noises you made were intentional." He pressed his lips on yours, his tongue winning and reaching the roof of your mouth.

You rub against his calloused hand wanting a finger to slip inside. When your silent plea is ignored, you push Enji down. Kissed his lips once, nails scratching from his chin, to his hears, down his neck, his furred chest to his stomach, edging the garter of his boxers. You tug his tank top upwards up to his chest. You smiled prettily, "Bet you make a noise before I'm done with you."

"Bet I could." Of course he won't back down.

You make him bite at his tank top and then proceeded to feel at his chest, the crisp curly hairs always felt good against your naked skin. You leaned down, laying kisses on his puffy pectorals. Kami, his chest looked bigger than yours. His nipples are tantalizing enough for you to bite and nibble.

His hand come up to his mouth to cover but you noticed. You raise an eyebrow at him.

Reluctantly, he brings it down and settle to gripping the sheets or a pillow.

His hard-on has been poking your ass so you settled your pussy on it directly, separated only by his boxers as you began to grind. Your hand trace lazy circles on his chest while you sucked at either nipples, the action addicting and rewarding with his hardening and squirming. The tip of his cock is peeking out of his garter and it felt so good against your cunt.

You rolled your hips chasing the feeling. He tugs down his boxers and fell into your rhythm, rubbing each other like a pair of horny teenagers.

It felt ridiculous. And forbidden. It made every sensation hotter. Even the noises. You stop grinding and you knew it almost made Enji groan in frustration.

You grab his shaft, smearing the precum on your entrance. Getting stretched out was something you savored these days and midway, Enji stopped you. He lifts you up and reached over the bedside table to grab the lube for his cock.

You're bombarded by mixed emotions. It stung your pride to need the lubricant but at the same time, your heart is soft and malleable because Enji remembered what the doctor said. "Fuck." Your eyes teared up.

His mouth lets go of his tank top. "What's wrong?"

"You know, I just—" You try to gather up your thoughts. "I don't blame you if you cheat on me for a younger woman. I don't want my body to stop making it feel good for you, but here I am."

Enji's arm is under your knees, and the other on your back, cradling you on his lap once more; you're very much aware of his lubed up, very much hard, dick pressing against your hips but he treated his lust unimportant and proceeded to kiss the side of your head. "You took it as that? For me, it stabs my pride to need lubricant. It's as seem like my skills is not enough to make you feel good as before."

"You're fine without the lube. It's me. I'm getting old and gets hurt without it for sex."

"Exactly. You'll be hurt without it. It's not like we can't fuck."

"Yeah, but isn't it a hassle for you?" You cross your arms, and let the tears flow freely. You wish you could wipe them away with the back of your hand but pretty sure the prototype humans on your hands would give you eye infection.

He chuckles and pressed another kiss on your hair. "It's pouring liquid on my dick, how much hassle could it be?"

"But it'd be easier if I was younger."

"Yes but I won't trade an old woman like you for a younger woman."

You slap his chest. "Hey!"

Enji laughs. Another kiss. "Fine. I won't trade my young wife for a much younger woman."

"I'm sorry for ruining the mood." You lean against his chest.

"You didn't ruin anything."

You give him a chaste kiss on the lips and then you put your weight against Enji so both you and him fall on the bed sideways. You press your ass at him and he slipped inside you, moving a little to bury his full length. He pressed himself closer, spooning you in his form.

"I have never imagined starting over with someone." Enji says after a few moments. "I cannot. To find someone new, or to break our marriage is the same as starting all over again. I cannot be without you."

You grab his hand and kissed the back of it. "Me too."

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AN: So sorry for edging you guys. This is your author speaking, I'm not stuck with you in this Endeavor hellhole. You're stuck with ME.

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