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my take, on the apple art trend....heehee

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i think u should always give characters more body hair just because. its good for the health its good for the everything

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how it feels to post cringe fandom stuff on the cringe fandom website

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More guard dog/attack dog dynamicsss......

Character A who has B wrapped around their finger and thinks they're completely in control of their precious loyal partner x Character B who is way more powerful and aware than A thinks and A only controls B because B lets them but B definitely gets off on that fact

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Tried fucking my jester last night but the whole castle could hear him jingling :/

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the act of dry humping is so sexy to me like, gripping one another, pulling at layers of clothes and biting one another’s lips while you grind against each other. moaning into parted lips, sucking on tongues, soaking through your underwear. hips smooshed against one another, rolling them back and forth with no real goal except for making each other feel good, just wanting to be close. maybe you cum, maybe you don’t but it’s all so desperate and dizzying..

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I wanna build a lego set with him so bad

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on the clock ! ｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ nanami x reader

18+ ! mdni more husband!nanami 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 contents: oral m!receiving, face-fucking, kinda dominant nanami at the end i cant help it i love when he gets a lil mean

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muffled voices come through the door that’s been shut for almost the entire weekend. nanami has been swamped with work, back to back conference calls and presentations being the only thing he’s had time for these past few days. he’s been living like a hermit, stowed away in his office, only emerging for the occasional meal or bathroom break, and each time, his dark circles look deeper than the last. 

you’re supportive of his work, of course, but you worry about him– your sweet, overworked husband. 

you huff, chin resting in your hand as you sit alone in the kitchen, pushing the food you cooked for dinner around your plate. nanami always does so much for you, and you wish you could just take all his stress away. brows furrowed in concentration you rack your brain for some kind of magical answer.

and when the answer comes to you, you pause. wondering to yourself if it really is the superb idea that you think it is. but within seconds you’re already shrugging off the hesitation and shrugging on your favorite little babydoll top and a matching pair of panties. guess you'll find out.

you gingerly reach for the door to the office, turning the knob slowly and pushing it open with a soft creak, before slipping inside.

a cluster of voices are still sounding from the computer as nanami’s eyes shoot up, watching warily as you make your way over to him. 

“everything…” he trails off as he scans your outfit, gaze lingering, before he clears his throat and looks back up at you. “everything alright, princess?”

“mhm, just miss you, kento” you push his chair back, just enough to make room for you to slot yourself between his legs. “haven’t been able to see you all weekend,” you pout, beginning to sink to your knees.

“darling, what are you doing?” he asks, his tone laced with warning. 

“taking care of you” you flash him an innocent smile as your hands spread his knees apart, then move to his waistband, unbuttoning his slacks.

“i’m on a call,” he protests. though it hardly seems like he means it considering he still lifts his hips for you, allowing you to slide his pants down, just enough to free his already stiff cock. 

looking up at him you wrap a hand gently around the base as your tongue lolls out, moving to give his flushed head a few kitten licks. you can taste the precum that’s already dribbling out as nanami grunts above you. one of his hands comes to rest atop your head, not harsh, but heavy. a sign of his approval and an urge to continue.

you suck him in, little by little, taking your time to spread your saliva along his shaft as your tongue swirls around him with each languid bob of your head. you continue, just long enough for him to start unraveling between your lips, and then you pull off of him with a soft pop! you meet his eyes once more, stroking him lazily with a light grip, you swipe your thumb along his slit with every few pumps.

“want me to keep going, kenny?” 

his eyelids flutter, his words escaping him with a sigh, “yes, sweets, keep going”

“and after your meeting? what then?” you squeeze his length and his breath hitches.

“then i’m all yours”

“promise?” 

“promise–” nanami’s barely able to give you his word before you’re lowering your hot mouth onto him again, taking his entire length down your throat this time. 

you flatten your tongue, gliding it along the veiny underside of his cock, flicking it against his frenulum each time you pull back. nanami rewards you with a deep groan. your mouth waters when he hits the back of your throat, spit threatening to spill out the corners. quiet gags and gurgles come from beneath nanami’s desk and the lewd sounds coupled with the sight of his gorgeous girl on her knees before him has his grip tightening in your hair. 

“just like that… shit” 

his body is already telling you how good you feel with each stutter of his hips, each heavy breath, each pulse of his cock. but you never get tired of hearing him grunt out those praises to you, reminding you of how well you’re doing for him. 

you moan around him in response, working him harder, faster, as one of your hand moves to cup his balls. you fondle them gently, squeezing and rolling, just how he's taught you before. his breathing grows heavier, a steady crescendo of pants and grunts escaping him when– 

“nanami, what do you think about that?”

his coworkers fall silent after, patiently awaiting his opinion on something, and you’re sure that he has no idea what that something is. 

you know you shouldn’t find it amusing, but the corners of your lips twitch as you hear him scrambling above you to unmute himself. you take the opportunity to hollow your cheeks, sucking him in tighter, toying with him. 

he shoots you an inconspicuous glare before stuttering out the most generic, thoughtless, and not-nanami reply, “s-sure, sounds fine” 

if the others on the call were hoping for more from him, they didn’t show it, nor were they going to get it, because his mic was already muted again, both hands now resting on either side of your head. 

“you little minx, tryin’ to get me in trouble?” his tone is clipped, strained, as his hips twitch again, bucking up into you slightly. you try to shake your head but you can’t, not with him stuffing your mouth and his hands holding you in place. 

he starts slowly, rolling his hips to make sure you’re able to take him. and when he’s sure, he moves faster, harder. he’s fucking himself into your mouth, chasing down his own climax, trying to finish before his meeting does. your hands fly to his thighs for stability, but you let him use you, a familiar, warm wetness pooling between your thighs. 

you love your sweet husband, of course, but there’s a special kind of excitement that comes when he gets like this. when his near-infinite patience with you finally snaps, and he gets rougher, more dominant.  

“just couldn’t– fuck- couldn’t wait? you had to interrupt my work?” 

you moan, tears pricking your eyes as his cockhead abuses the back of your throat. you’re breathing heavily through your nose, glancing up at him with watery eyes and he can’t help the loud moan that tumbles out from his chest. his perfect wife, so eager for him, so lovingly allowing him to fuck her face. 

he doesn’t last much longer. a few more sloppy thrusts and you feel his rhythm finally waver before he stills. he cums with a guttural groan. his hot, salty, release spills onto your tongue, and you swallow it all, determined not to waste a drop. a moment later he pulls you off of him, large hands moving to caress your cheeks, wiping away the mascara that smudged under your waterline as you both catch your breath. 

his touch is gentle, but the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice, they’re stern when he dismisses you. 

“i’ll find you when i finish up here. im nowhere near done with you, darling”

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fuck i’m old now

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i think being fingered so deeply that their palm stays grinding up against your clit with each thrust of their fingers is very romantic actually

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nanami gripping both sides of ur head while he thrusts his hips against ur face, facefucking u and forcing u to deepthroat his dick, all while he’s staring down at u biting his lip between groans and praises telling u how good ur tongue feels and how deep you’re taking him :,)

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this bot that just followed me is making me absolutely fucking lose it

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me: i love slow burn

also me, on chapter 2: kiss or i’m setting the house on fire

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accidental overstimulation by oral where he gets so into eating you out that he doesn’t really notice the way your legs start twitching and the way you squeeze around his fingers and the way your back begins to arch as you get all breathless and whiny with your pleas.

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avril lavigne was right. what the hell