#my type of skincare !

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[pokesanriostims]

Normal Type

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[preciousteddybear]

♡My Morning Skincare Routine (in details)♡

🧸Hiii Teddies! This post is going to be about morning skincare routine this time I hope you enjoy and get something out of this♡𓂃°｡⋆˚

Again, I've been focusing on creating my routine for every week and just planning things in my life in general. I've already shared my nighttime routine with you guys: My Nighttime Skincare Routine) So it's time to share my morning one🥳

DISCLAIMER: Like what I said in almost every post, everyone has a different skin type!!! So that means depending on your skin type you'll have a different way of doing your skincare. I have not developed my skin type yet so I just do the basics in skincare so I can tame my acne.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ My Morning Skincare Routine (in details)✧₊・🦢˚₊ ♡ -Wash your face with WARM WATER (this is important because warm water allows your pores to open and allows you to clean your face properly while cold water closes your pores) -Cleanser I do this daily, morning and night (if your next step is to use a scrub then wash your face with warm water if you aren't, wash your face with cold water) -Facial Scrub you should do this 2-3 times a week, I do it 2 times a week, Monday and Friday, in the morning (To take off the scrub, wash your face with cold water to close your pores) -Ice Roller I do this daily, morning and night -Exfoliate I do this 2 times a week, Monday and Friday, in the morning -Toner I do this 2 times a week, Monday and Friday, in the morning and night -Face Mist I do this daily, morning & night -Serum I do this daily, morning & night -Moisturizer I do this daily, in the morning & night -SPF I do this if I am going to go outside (even if it's winter! No excuses, wear sunscreen!)

That's it! I hope you liked my routine and found it useful! Have a great productive day💕

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[pegging-satan]

Carrying on from this post I would like to add that Dazai learnt his skincare routine from Oda, who too, washed his face with any any of soap in close proximity and used any cream as moisturiser, sending his husband Ango, who is also big on skincare, to go into cardiac arrest.

[bengallemon]

testing rice water for all those invested in skin care will update in a few days to see if it does anything

[mousiekosmos]

i swear to god being content with the knowledge of how much you don't know is actually the hardest thing in the world like

there's just so much stuff that exists in this universe it's utterly crazy to think that you can virtually never run out of things to discover. there are so many things you could do and skills you could master and people you could meet and places to visit and so many little events that would make your heart beat so fast it feels like it'll explode that you'll just never have the chance to run in to. and on one hand, yeah, that's great! it means there will always be curiosity and wonder and there'll be no end to the human ability to fall in love with new things over and over and over again!! and thats really wonderful, honestly

but at the same time, isn't it just agonising to think of all the things you'll inevitably miss? all the things you never would've conceivably ran into the knowledge of anyway but that still exist in the same microcosm as you, just barely out of your reach? because you can't know everything- there just isn't the time. like you could be constantly one conversation away from meeting a person who completely flips your life on its head, or how you might never truly know how other people perceive you, or the fact you likely wont be able to figure out just how deeply things like the butterfly effect have engrained themselves into your life to lead it where it is. you could be forever accidentally skirting around the answer to that one question you've held on to your whole life, be one opportunity away from something finally changing. we will never know what it feels like to exist as another person. within our lifetimes, we won't know the true extent of what exists in space. there'll be animals or ancient beasts discovered we turned up too early to get excited about. we won't know if there is anything we could've done to prevent our every misfortune, and we won't know how to do everything, whether that be playing any instrument or speaking any language or just existing in the way that's the best for each of us

i mean, it's probably better this way, honestly. curiosity is absolutely insatiable and what would humans be without it? what would an existence be like where there is nothing to wonder about anymore? boring, probably. things probably wouldn't seem as special when everything can be explained away just like that. it's fun to find magic in the mundane! and i guess it's better to look for that every day and just accept that fact that i won't ever be able to truly figure out everything i could ever want to know

still, doesn't mean i'm completely unbothered by it

[corpish]

Here's my general facial skincare routine and products I use!

Morning:

Rinse face with water

Apply niacinamide on face (Product: The Ordinary)

Apply caffeine de-puffing + dark circle eye cream under eyes (Product: The INKEY List)

Apply moisturizer on face (Product: Dermalogica)

Apply SPF 40 facial sunscreen (Product: Supergoop)

Night:

Rinse face with water

Apply facial cleanser while in shower (Product: CeraVe)

Rinse off cleanser while in shower

(Once a week) Apply exfoliation toner to face (Product: Youth to the People)

(Once a week) Apply face mask for 10 min (Product: Fresh)

Apply niacinamide on face (Product: The Ordinary)

Apply firming + lifting eye cream under eyes (Product: Bioessence)

(2-3 times a week) Apply 0.025% retinol on face (Product: prescribed Tretinoin)

Apply moisturizer on face (Product: Dermalogica)

[pandoa]

my aunt is vil schoenheit confirmed

[blissfulsoulin]

Skin type refers to how your skin behaves. Type of Skin are typically classified into five main categories: dry, oily, sensitive, combination, and normal.                                     

1. Dry Skin

Dry Skin feels tight, itchy, or rough throughout the day. You may experience flakiness, peeling, or a dull tone to your face, especially when you’re in colder temperatures. Dry skin is caused by an unproduction of sebum, aka your skin’s natural oil. Yes, some oil is actually good for your skin.

2. Oily Skin

Oily Skin has the opposite problem-it overproduces sebum, which makes your face look greasy or shiny. You may also notice other skin concerns like blackhead or enlarged pores. Every skin type experiences breakouts, but oily skin are more prone to pimples, since those enlarged pores are more easily clogged with excess sebum.

3. Sensitive Skin

Sensitive Skin can appear red or inflamed after coming into contact with stressors, including certain skincare products. Your skin may itch, tingle, or burn after using a product. If you deal with other skin conditions, like rosacea or eczema, there is a good chance your skin is sensitive.

4. Combination Skin

Combination Skin is of at least two of the previous skin types. A lot of people with combination skin have an oily T-zone on the forehead, nose, and chin but dry cheeks. Combination skin just means your skin has different characteristics on different parts of your face.

5. Normal Skin

Normal Skin is balanced. It is neither too dry nor too oily. The overall sebum and moisture content in such a skin is balanced but the T-zone on the forehead, chin and nose may be slightly oily. It is the rarest skin type.

If you’re not sure which category you fall into, there’s an easy way to find out.

Wash your face with a gentle cleanser that has no active ingredients, and then pat it dry with a towel.

Don’t apply any more skincare products. Wait about a half hour, and then see how your skin looks and feels.

If your face is super greasy then you probably have oily skin.

If just your cheeks are dry, then you may have combination skin.

If your face feels rough and tight, you have dry skin.

If your skin is irritated or red, that points to sensitivity.

[moryevna]

a lot of people are getting into the k-beauty train and no one talks about how absolutely amazing thai skincare products are. oxecure literally makes my face feel so smooth and soft like a baby's butt

[dont-open-dead-inside-net]

Any products and tips for face/skin care?

tbh i'm not sure why you've chosen to ask me specifically about this but i'll tell you what i use

i used to use face wipes from costco but then they changed them and know they're just makeup remover wipes?? which leave residue on my face??? so i don't use them anymore

i use the clinique ultra gentle (or whatever it's called idk. i have a sensitive face) foaming face wash. also put it on your back/inner ears/wherever is prone to pimples (this goes for everything here except the moisturizer)

then i use clarifying lotion to clean off the dead skin and what have you

if i'm feeling frisky i use the moisture surge moisturizer from clinique (this is basically water i've been told. i have to use it because anything more gives me a rash, but i'd recommend something stronger probably)

and last but not least i have a pair of cotton gloves so i can slather my hands (they get really dry) with whatever hand moisturizer is nearby plus some cornhuskers then go to sleep and let it soak it

hope this helps 👍

[elioas-diel]

with the song choice in the banner I KNEW THIS ALREADY WAS GOING TO HIT

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pairing; GALLY x READER word count; 1.8k summary; you’re reunited with gally after a tumultuous few weeks of grieving his death. warnings; mentions of death and grief, canonical type violence, angst, hurt/comfort

A/N: this is set during ‘death cure’. all the characters are above the age of 18. there will be mentions of death, violence, and the flare. if you’re not in the right headspace to read something heavy, then please take care of yourself.

FOR THE LONGEST TIME, ALL YOU HAD WANTED WAS TO ESCAPE THE GLADE. You spent countless restless nights sitting under the stars and wondering what the world outside was like. There were times when you truly lost hope. There were times when you didn’t think you would make it out alive - that the only time you would ever get a glimpse of what was beyond the grey, harsh walls would be in your dreams. Or even the afterlife.

Now, as you trekked along the depressing streets, you found yourself wishing for that blissful ignorance again. Ben, Chuck, Gally, Winston. Those names were on repeat in your mind almost every night and every morning. They died so that you could live, and that had to count for something.

You remembered vividly what it was like to see a fellow Glader die right in front of you. Sure, Ben was banished; but he had died long before he was sent out into the Maze. He was dead the moment the infection took hold of his body.

Gally was next. His stubborn nature caused his demise, and Chuck’s too. Clenching your eyes, you blinked away the anger and resentment. Gally had been your friend. He was a hard-headed ass, and too overbearing, but he always took care of you when it mattered. Even if he was grumpy about it while doing so.

There was no place for love in the Glade, but if you had to pinpoint the first and last time you felt it, it would be for Gally. The memory of you begging him to come with you haunted your every waking moment. Tears, blood, and sweat covered your face as you dragged his sleeve - crying, almost falling to your knees to convince him. You’ll never forget the way he looked at you, the way he shook you off his arm like you were some pest.

And you couldn’t forget about Winston. His death was still fresh in everyone’s mind. It was hard to forget the echo of the gunshot that had ended his life - even if it was by his own hands.

A harsh slam woke you from your thoughts. Someone had rammed straight into you, trying to pass you. Looking up, you saw them walk past a cargo truck. A tall man was sat on it - gas mask heavy and tight on his face as he seemingly stared straight through you. You shivered before looking away. The streets were too crowded. Thomas held onto your arm tightly as he maneuvered his way around. Honestly, your search was feeling futile.

If you could go back in time, maybe you would’ve never left the Glade. Maybe Gally was right.

“Over there,” said Thomas, pointing to something in the distance.

You squinted, not quite understanding what he was getting at. In truth, you weren’t even sure how he knew what to look for. The Right Arm hadn’t been heard of in years. That’s what everyone had said. You were looking for ghosts.

“Thomas-“ you started, wanting to reason with him. Words caught in your throat as a bullet wheezed straight past you two.

All hell broke loose as swarms of bodies shoved and pulled - trying to escape the danger of being shot. Newt and Brenda had disappeared. Whipping your head around, you yelled for them, not wanting to lose another friend to the chaos that this world offered.

Before you knew it, a strong grip dragged you away, and everything went black as a strange fabric went over your face.

“Let me go!” you yelled, looking at the familiar mask on the soldier’s face. You quickly recognized them as the ones who were riding around town earlier.

The car ride had been brutally long. Your muscles ached, and your eyes were sore from being in the dark for so long. Frantically looking around, you tried to find your friends. Surprisingly so, your arms weren’t tied. The only thing stopping you was the almost painful hold on your upper arm. Whoever these people were, they didn’t seem like they wanted to hurt you - or else you’d most likely be dead by now.

You huffed as you were manhandled into a room. There was something about the soldier - something about them gave you a sense of deja vu. It was the way they held themselves, the way their breaths came in ragged gasps as you stared at their chest. Each moment felt like a distant memory that you had seen before. Furrowing your brows, you decided it was your memory loss messing with you again. It was common for you to think you remembered something from your past, just for it to be a fluke.

You were quickly let go, and you jogged up to Newt, wrapping him in a hug.

“I was worried sick,” he mumbled. “Where are the others?”

You shrugged as your eyes scanned around. Spotting Brenda, you nodded to her. There were significantly less of you than you’d initially had begun with. Had they taken the rest to a different location? Your heart hammered rapidly against your ribcage as you stepped back. You eyed the familiar soldier, noting the way his shoulders squared back as he stood tall.

You shook your head. I don’t know him. It’s all just fake memories. Get over yourself. Get over yourself-

A shout interrupted the awkward and anxious silence. As Jorge began laying down punch after punch on one of the men, Brenda ran up to him to put a stop to it. All your eyes were looking for was Thomas and Fry.

After everything you had all been through, the thought of losing someone else was unbearable. You couldn’t afford another loss like that. Letting out a deep breath, you watched as Frypan and Thomas stepped up, curiously staring down the soldier at the end of the room.

Words were exchanged, but none of them stuck.

His voice. It sounded like…

“What do you mean same side? Who the hell are you?”

The soldier stopped, his arm flexing as he lowered the gun in his hand. He looked away briefly before slowing pulling off his mask. A buzzed head came into view, and you had almost no time to process before his face turned to look at you.

All you could see was blue. The color of his eyes. The same eyes you had looked into as you pleaded and sobbed. The same ones you had watched the light slowly die out of. The eyes you had so long ago fallen in love with.

Both of your gazes locked onto each other’s, and if it weren’t for Newt’s hands steadying you, you genuinely think you could’ve passed out. It was like seeing a ghost.

All you heard was a loud commotion behind you as you turned to sprint out of the room. Another minute in there and you would lose your mind.

Pushing open the door to the balcony, you panted slightly, trying to get your bearings. The cool breeze pinched your cheeks, causing a slight twinge of pain. It was usually warm during the day, but the nights were freezing. In the Glade it had always been warm - never a dull day. Perhaps once every few months you’d get rain, which was always good for the crops, but it was never necessarily cold.

Shivering, you wrapped your arms around you. Weirdly enough you had never been more glad to feel the chill of air run through your bones. It was the only thing reminding you that you were alive.

Alive. Gally was alive.

Burying your face in your palms, you paced around. You spent almost three weeks grieving him. You saw him die - no, correction, you watched and left him to die.

His face tormented you every time you closed your eyes. The tears he cried as he realized he was being left for dead, the scream that had left your body as you were pulled away from the scene. Gally was the first person you had ever truly opened up to. You had been in the Glade for the brunt of 2 years, and over time you’d like to think you had gotten under his tough exterior.

The nights where you both couldn’t sleep. Your head in his shoulder, and his hand intertwined with yours, precariously tip-toeing the line between friendship and something more.

Then, in a split second, it was all gone.

“Hey, firecracker.”

You winced at the nickname. Gally had given it to you on your first week there. He said you would give him a run for his money with the way you snapped and yelled at everyone. Really, it was just because you were scared - especially being the only girl.

You blinked away tears. “Please, don’t.”

Your voice came out more shaky than you had liked. It wasn’t that you weren’t relieved to see him, it’s just that you didn’t exactly end on good terms. Now, seeing him alive and well - and so, unbelievably tall and handsome - it made you question everything.

He whispered your name, and you felt his body heat burn unbearably against your back as he stepped closer.

“Look at me.”

Shaking your head, you clenched your eyes shut, letting a few stray tears fall. “I’m can’t. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

The last time you let yourself cry was that exact fateful day. Every single tear in your body had been used up to the point that you weren’t sure you were even capable of crying anymore.

Your back hit something hard, and you soon realized that two familiar arms were holding you to his chest. He breathed in and out, his inhales pressing against your back, indicating and proving that this was real. That he was real.

“How?” You sobbed, leaning into his arm.

Really, you didn’t care how. All that mattered was that he was here. And bit by bit, you would hopefully fix what was broken - regain what was lost.

Shifting around, you collapsed against him, wrapping your arms around his torso and gripping at his shirt desperately. You felt that if you let go, he would disappear. Just as he did the first time - when you let go of his sleeve, and he slipped away from your grasp, like he was never even there.

The only words that you were able to conjure were feeble apologies as you let yourself sob against his shirt. Inhaling his scent again for what felt like a lifetime, you finally felt like things were piecing together. Like you were whole again. Taking a quivering deep breath in, you finally lifted your head to look at him. He was just as beautiful as the day he left you.

He cupped your face as he rested his forehead against yours. You must have stayed like that for hours - or maybe it was only a few minutes.

All you knew was that no words had to be spoken for you both to understand. You were never going to leave each other again.

𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠𝟒𝐥 © 2024, all rights reserved.

[spenjelly]

Advice for mixed skin types be like “treat this part of ur face this way and this part that way” but what they don’t know is that the same exact parts of my face are oily and peeling at the same hekkin time ‘:\

[29121996]

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[shibe]

today was a good day :)

[sexbot300]

18+, minors dni! (being a slut for nanami bc honestly who isn’t)

authors note: hello! this is my first-ever post, i hope you guys enjoy it! (I literally have no idea how layouts work yet, bear with me)

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sugardaddy!nanami who scolds you whenever you feel as if you’re “doing too much,” with all the lavish gifts he gives you. nothing is too much for his angel.

sugardaddy!nanami that asks which jewelry set you like best. emerald or ruby? ah. how about both?

sugardaddy!nanami who you thought would be a joyless, serious man as people portray him. they’re not lying, he really is serious, to people that aren’t you. you’ll witness a soft side of him that only shows the most gentle of smiles.

sugardaddy!nanami who gladly scoops you up bridal style in his arms, walking while you burry your head into his chest.

sugardaddy!nanami who unpacks the gifts he gets you on the countertop after a business trip. “kento, baby, you shouldn’t have.” you play with the polyester ribbon while he simply leans back on the fridge opening up a beverage. “I couldn’t help but have the prettiest woman in the world waiting for me at home. it would be embarrassing of me to show up empty-handed.”

sugardaddy!nanami who for the first few times that you went out with him, meticulously kept track of the things you called “cute” and noted wherever your eyes wandered for a minute too long. the next morning you woke up with everything you ogled your eyes at decorating your room. attached is a note that read, “please forgive me, sweetheart, I didn’t know which you liked best. p.s. my sincerest apologies again, I let my own thoughts get carried away. be good for me and wear this tonight.” your fingers gingerly held onto the note, until your eyes fell on two things you don’t remember looking at when you went out shopping. a beautiful silk gown and an expensive lingerie set.

sugardaddy!nanami who will gladly kneel to strap your heel, placing a kiss on your ankle, after trailing his hand up and down your shin.

sugardaddy!nanami who sends you a monthly allowance for your hair, nails, skincare, and whatever you desire.

sugardaddy!nanami who thinks indulging in materialistic things is futile, but he wants to see you decorated in every fine piece of fabric, clothing, and accessories.

sugardaddy!nanami who acts as if he’s unbothered by you curling up on his lap while he types away on his work computer. you couldn’t even tell how much he adores every second of this as he idly types away. he loves to have you pushed up on him all the time, the minute you slightly move? a strong hand is placed on your thigh or waist to prevent you from leaving.

sugardaddy!nanami who’s only condition is to continue this dynamic until you’re unhappy or want nothing to do with it. (you literally want to marry this man but okay).

sugardaddy!nanami who has a saturday night ritual with you where you buy the most extravagant of desserts and feed it to each other. oh yeah, you have to be sitting on his lap the entire time while you both feed each other from the same fork.

sugardaddy!nanami who places his nose on the nape of your neck while you’re seated on him as he sharply breathes in your scent. “as much as I enjoy eating sweets with you,” he said in a whisper, “they could never mimic your taste.”

sugardaddy!nanami who started off paying your rent, bills, and utilities which he felt mentally, secretly disgruntled by. not because he’s paying (duh) or he has to take care of you, it’s just the fact you haven’t moved in with him yet.

sugardaddy!nanami who considers you under his care and deems your wellbeing as his responsibility. you’re hurt? point to where. your body is sore? lay back down while he massages you. you’re hungry? food is being sent over and here’s money for grocery shopping. you’re upset? he kneels down in front of you as he attentively listens to your sobs.

sugardaddy!nanami who supports your hobbies. he’ll drop off little things that he knows have to do with your interests and only says, “you like this don’t you?” you name drop pilates, cooking, art, knitting, whatever it is, he signs you up for the nearest classes.

sugardaddy!nanami who actually notices if you did something different with your hair, if you wore a new shade of lip gloss. little things.

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sugardaddy!nanami who places the most tender of kisses onto your forehead like he didn’t wreck your shit a second prior. “such a good girl… i’m so so proud. taking my cock in so well.”

sugardaddy!nanami that plays with your body in subtle ways. hands? his big, veiny fingers are stroking yours gently. thighs? constantly getting gripped. your waist? a strong arm wrapped around it. your cheek? a thumb stroking it. shoulders? relieving tension from it. collarbone? rearranging your necklace so it lays properly. guts? fucked out of place. makeup? smeared all across his luxurious bedsheets. lips? blown out from sucking his monster cock and making out.

sugardaddy!nanami who rents out an entire summer beach house with a glorious view of the ocean. partially because he likes the privacy of you two alone, surrounded by nature, and romantic sunset dinners. also because he wants to watch you ride him while he leans back on a beach chair without disturbing the public. (nobody is allowed to see what’s his).

sugardaddy!nanami who actually pounded you into another dimension, your mind still in a haze while he carries you to the running bath. “stay with me princess, i need to clean you up.”

sugardaddy!nanami who makes sure you finish several times before he does. oh poor baby, you’re out of breath? would you like some water? we’re not finished yet. poor nanami didn’t get to cum once, and you so badly want him to use your body to do so.

sugardaddy!nanami who buys you a personal collection of sex toys to play with when he’s not there. he personally studies the way your body twitches and convulses with certain toys, he needs to know how to please his princess. sometimes he chuckles to himself because he knows deep down, nothing– no one, can please you the way he does.

sugardaddy!nanami who sees you stressed or crying over school and work and quickly replaces those tears with ones of joy.

sugardaddy!nanami who will have you folded like a damn lawn chair and only whisper sweet nothings while drilling into you.

sugardaddy!nanami who has a high sex drive but hides it in the beginning like the gentleman he is, making sure you feel comfortable and safe.

sugardaddy!nanami who gives you the car you’ve been wanting forever. you ride the car for a bit with him ecstatic, kissing him over and over, giggling. you both quickly found a new way to celebrate. you’re pinned down over the glove compartment, one large hand gripping both of yours as they’re pinned to your back, and the sounds of skin slapping with your loud moans mix in the air. “ke-n-toooo~ I-I don’t want to ge- uh! It m-messy in h-ere…” “don’t worry darling, I-” a low grunt comes out, “i always cum inside dont I?” he quickens up the pace only to have you screaming like a whore. “t-that’s it. just take it. It feels good, I know,” he mercilessly pounds into you, kissing your temple, “just come undone on me, that’s it. make me proud.”

sugardaddy!nanami who texts you to quickly come to the office and sends you a cab for an urgent “visit.” why? he’s stressed and his favorite method to cool down is your throat expanding around his girthy dick. he'll grip the strands of your hair while cooing at you, "i know angel, i know. but you look so beautiful right now, don't stop."

sugardaddy!nanami who groans from the stressors of his job, turning his attention to you while he pushes himself back on his chair. he looks down on his bulge before sighing and tugging his tie down left and right. “go ahead. come suck me off, i need it and I know you want it too.”

sugardaddy!nanami who does the whole pillow underneath, hand pressed on lower abdomen, with a vibrator wand abusing your clit.

sugardaddy!nanami who has a diet that consists of devouring your pussy on a regular basis. “b-babe… i- ah! s-slow down,” as you elicit a loud dirty moan that fills the room, “pleaaaase.” if only you knew he takes more pleasure out of this than you and you’re the one gripping his hair to the point of leaving his scalp red. he further pushes his nose into you, mumbling, “beg all you want, I’m not done.”

sugardaddy!nanami who is a gentleman, really. who will kill anything within 5 meters if it remotely threatens you. but he can’t help but admire the way your little cunt can’t fully take it the first few times together.

sugardaddy!nanami who never thought much of daddy kinks, but when he hears “daddy” slip out of your precious mouth, his heels dig deeper into the mattress, his massive body weight shifts crushing you, angling his dick in an almost sinful way while pressing you deeper into a mating press. “say it again.”

sugardaddy!nanami who watches you squirm with a vibrator jammed to your clit and his tongue lapping up and down your cunt like any separation from his tongue and your pussy will cause his death. “k-kento s-stop this feeli- ah! I th- oh god! I think I need to pee!” he can’t help but chuckle in his head. his baby never squirted before until now.

sugardaddy!nanami who secretly wants to get you knocked up. man loves fucking his cum into you. he has such a big breeding kink that you catch on.

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