Vampire Stuff Cause Rapheal Is Allowed To Feel Fuckin Emotions....

⛥ﾟ・。 merienda

synopsis: prequel two to pocus -- a year into your marriage to the minister of flour, and you two had failed to progress past that of acquaintances. so, to liven things up, you decide to deliver your husband's daily tea in a rather scanty outfit, hoping to ignite a spark... only to discover his deep, dark secret.

cw: fluff, comfort, angst if you squint, katakuri is a bit socially awkward, KATAKURI DOES NOT PLAY ABT YOU, he is now twenty-two, you are now twenty-one, katakuri's got it BAD, reader's kind of a baddie.

a/n: yall this took be sooo long

"I can't believe I'm doing this... I can't believe I'm doing this..." you muttered, utterly disbelieving of what you'd talked yourself into.

Carefully, you continued to push your huge cart—which carried an almost comically giant teapot with matching teacups—looking around nervously as you trekked through Brûlée's Mirro-World.

The vastness of the dimensional space was intimidating, despite your relatively large size, making you feel smaller than you already did in your ridiculous get-up.

Glancing down at yourself, you flushed, still completely baffled that you had allowed yourself to go through with such an embarrassing idea.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..."

It had been a little over a year since your union with the Minister of Flour—which you supposed was pleasant enough as far as political marriages went.

Of course, with Katakuri being her favorite son, Big Mom went out of her way to host a humongous, opulent wedding, which blew all others out of the water even for generations to come.

Major players from all over the world came to witness the spectacular sight, and all at once you were thrust into a realm of pirates, criminals, and racketeers, a humble baker's daughter suddenly a permanent member of the infamous Charlotte family.

Promptly, you were moved into his mansion on Komugi Island, where—unbeknownst to the public—you lived relatively separate lives.

Of course, the Sweet Commander wasn't heartless, and did his best to assist you in the transition in his own Katakuri-ish way.

He left himself open to any questions as far as how things worked among the crew, or identifying who was family and who was not.

But anything beyond that, sadly, was left entirely up to you.

You did your best to spend as much time with him as possible—despite your relatively busy schedule—hoping to learn more about your newlywed husband past Sweet Commander and strong.

Diligently, you worked, suffering through a year of respective isolation.

A year of stolen glances...

A year of fleeting touches...

A year of reddened interactions...

Within that time, you were able to find a few chinks in his armor, a small sum of instances in which a brief glimmer of the true, kind, generous Katakuri shined through.

And it was within those instances that you began to develop a crush on your husband.

All that, combined with a few external pressures of image and status, eventually led you to this very moment.

This moment... being where you were pushing a cart of your husband's favorite tea in nothing but a dangerously short, practically see-through, (f/c) nightgown.

And not only were you wearing the tiniest excuse for a dress known to man, but you were also wearing it... commando.

Safe to say, you felt completely foolish.

But, if there was one thing you were, it was determined, and you refused to back out now after coming so far.

Besides, wives did surprises like this for their husbands all the time...

Right?

Finally reaching Katakuri's mochi shrine, you smiled, pleased by the sight of the three patissiers diligently standing watch.

It warmed you to see the regard in which his crew—and in extension, his family—held him to.

They all thought so highly of him, and you couldn't help but think the same.

There was something about your husband that was innately regal, innately noble.

He carried himself with an air that made others instantly fall in line, so much so that it even had you straightening your back in his presence.

But intimidation be damned, you had a mission to complete.

'Time to turn on the charm...'

"Hiya, boys!" you waved, carefully making your way over to the chefs.

"Lady (y/n)!" they all exclaimed together, thoroughly surprised as they lowered themselves in a respectful bow. "It's an honor! To what do we owe the pleasure!"

Innocently, you shrugged, lazily leaning against the cart.

"Oh, nothing serious. I'm just hear to deliver my husband's tea. You forgot it in your rush and I figured it'd be a shame to let it all go to waste."

Visibly, a terrified quiver rolled down their spines, the fact finally donning on them that they had, indeed, forgotten the tea.

"Oh, dear! Please forgive us!" they instantly fell to your feet, wracked with fear. "It was an accident! The kitchen was completely backed up and we didn't want to keep General Katakuri waiting!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy," you assured, lifting their chins and greeting their sniveling faces with a smile. "It's all right. Things like this happen, and you chefs have a lot on your plate. I have the tea right here, so it's no harm, no foul."

Instantly, their glassy eyes turned starry, their cheeks dusting with a faint shade of pink at your gentleness.

A normal Charlotte would've at least slapped them around a bit.

'How kind! Lady (y/n) is the sweetest!'

"Anyways, I'll go drop this off to him then be on my way. Thanks a bunch!"

Instantly, a record scratch echoed within the bakers' ears, each one of them turning stark white as you began to push the cart toward the shrine.

"No! My Lady! You can't!" they exclaimed, protectively jumping in front of you and blocking your path.

Confused, you raised a brow, halting your movement.

"Huh? Why not?"

"It's not just you," the first one started, warily. "They say no one has ever caught General Katakuri in the act of eating."

"He's ceaselessly vigilant, and can't let his guard down, even during a snack," the second one chimed.

"The point of tea time is to unwind with friends," the third nodded, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. "But for him, it's a joyless act of nutritional intake and solemn meditation for his next battle."

"Well, I'm sure he can make an exception. I'm his wife after all," you attempted to reason. "Besides, I'm just giving him some tea, then I'll be on my way."

"Madam, you don't understand," the first one shook his head. "He is communing with the God of War's spirit in a solemn ceremony of the utmost dignity."

"It's a religious experience for him," the second one agreed. "No one can be allowed to... intrude?"

Somehow, you had managed to vanish into thin air right before their eyes, the tea cart being the only thing remnant of you left behind.

"Wha—? Where did she—MY LADY, NO!"

They all turned around, only to find that you were already sneaking into the shrine, carefully opening the sliding door before closing it behind you.

'You've piqued my interest, dear husband...'

"SHE'S DONE FOR!"

Now that you were really thinking about it, in the entire time you'd known him—even pre-marriage—you had failed to ever see Katakuri eat, much less pull down that scarf of his.

It made you curious.

It made you painfully curious.

Slowly creeping in, you were surprised by a rather melodic voice, which sounded an awful lot like singing.

"🎶 Oh, doughnuts! I love to eat doughnuts! Even the hole's a treat, doughnuts! 🎶"

Looking closer, you were finally able to see that it was your dear husband, lazying lazily with his back to the ground as he filled his rather large and pointy maw with your sweets.

'I don't believe it...'

Your eyes widened, face heating up at the sight of him so relaxed and happy.

Forget rare, it was a once in a lifetime sight.

And you were eating up every second.

'Commune with the Warrior God my butt... he just likes his doughnuts.'

"🎶 A snack attack, doughnuts! Lying on my back, doughnuts! A forbidden sweet, always knocks me off my feet! Doughnuts! 🎶"

He grinned, grabbing another one of your mouth-watering doughnuts with glee.

"🎶 This is my secret garden, filled with doughnuts! No judgement, just doughnuts! 🎶"

Though, in an instant, it was all undone.

In a moment of clarity, his haki had finally kicked in, revealing your presence to him as clear as day.

His breath hitched, eyes widening as they finally settled on you, meekly hiding in the corner.

His jovial mood melted faster than soft butter in a hot pan, and his entire aura shifted from merry to deadly as he quickly covered his mouth.

"(y/n)!" he growled, eyes blazing with fury. "What are you doing here?!"

"Katakuri, I—EEK!"

Your sentence was cut short as a mochi appendage wrapped tightly around your waist, harshly yanking you forward and toward him.

"What did you see?! Tell me!"

"Just you eating! Nothing else!"

"Why did you come here?!"

"The chefs forgot your tea at my bakery, so I came to deliver it for you!" you strained, struggling against his tightening grip. "Kata...kuri...! ...You're hurting me!"

"Don't you understand! You weren't supposed to find out!"

His entire world felt as if it was crumbling around him, the weight of what you had just discovered weighing heavily on his psyche.

This wasn't how he wanted you to learn about his true self.

Hell, he didn't want you to learn about it at all.

He wanted to remain the pillar of perfection and strength you had built up in your mind, remain the noble man you had come to know as your husband.

Sure, due to his stoic nature, the two of you weren't the closest, but one thing he learned while in your prolonged presence was that you had the annoying habit of being effortlessly charming.

Your blind kindness and persistent optimism were a stark contrast to his cold calculation, and thusly forced a fondness to fester deep within his chest from the moment you met.

He valued your opinion more than he'd ever admit to anybody, and now you saw him as nothing more than a monstrous fool.

A fate worse than death.

"Find out what?! What are you talking about?!" you winced, attempting to gain some wiggle room.

"My mouth, (y/n)! You saw it!"

"Yeah, so?! Why are you freaking out?!"

At that, he froze, eyes slightly widening with surprise.

'...What?'

"You're not... disgusted?" he asked, completely and utterly confused.

"Why would I be? There's nothing wrong with them," you raised, a brow, confused yourself by the outlandish question. "Katak...uri! ...You're... still squeezing me!"

Quickly, he loosened his grip—though not letting go—allowing you to take in a nice, deep breath.

"I'm... I don't understand," he stumbled, uncharacteristically, desperately attempting to grasp the words coming out of your mouth.

"Is that what you think of yourself? Disgusting?" you asked, brows furrowed with concern. "'Cause that's completely untrue, and it's important to me that you know that."

Dumbstruck, the Sweet Commander could only watch as you stared up at him with admiration, his arm seeming to have a mind of its own as it carefully lowered you to the ground, handling your body with the care of a porcelain doll.

Warmly, you smiled at him, sending his heart into a frenzy as you rested your soft hand against his toned chest, not breaking eye contact for a moment.

"You are Charlotte Katakuri," you started, proudly. "Sweet Commander... Strongest of the Big Mom Pirates... Pride of the Charlotte family..."

You paused a moment, giggling softly.

"Lover of Doughnuts..."

The man flushed, suddenly reminded of the rather poor singing you had been subjected to earlier.

How embarrassing.

"Your perfectly normal mouth doesn't take away from any of that," you continued, sincerely. "And if anything, it amplifies them because it is a part of you."

Slowly, you hand trailed up to cup his cheek, not shying away even when he flinched.

You saw absolutely nothing wrong with the way he looked, and if anything loved it even more.

'I knew he was handsome, but I never thought...'

"You've been holding out on me, Commander," you teased, very pleased by the sight before you. "Who knew my husband was so gorgeous."

At your praise, the general flushed redder than a cherry, unequipped for any sort of response to such a compliment.

"I..."

He froze, his gaze finally trailing lower and landing on your outfit.

In an instant, his throat went dry, hands suddenly becoming clammy and internal temperature shooting through the roof.

"(y/n)... what are you wearing?"

Glancing down at yourself, you suddenly remembered your awkward clothing situation, an embarrassed flush rising to your cheeks.

"Oh! Well...! I read somewhere that wives usually surprised their husbands with gifts like this... so I figured we were overdue..."

You quickly deflated, suddenly incredibly self-conscious under his intense gaze.

"You wanted to surprise me... with lingerie?" he asked, raising a brow.

Your face was as hot as a volcano.

"The woman at the store said it was a nightgown!" you whined, utterly mortified as you slapped your hands on your cheeks. "I didn't realize how short it was until I got home... and I figured it was okay since your guards didn't have much of a reaction."

At that last part, a vein in Katakuri's forehead bulged, his chest swiftly swelling with intense fury—and a hint of jealousy.

The "nightgown" was made of a flimsy, practically see-through silk, the fabric so weak the man was sure he could tear it apart like tissue paper.

Not only that, but the hem came up dangerously high—leaving a bit of your cheeks on display if you moved fast enough—and the neckline came down dangerously low—your breasts threatening to spill out at any moment.

He didn't need haki to sense what his men were thinking seeing you in your outfit.

And he didn't like it one bit.

"The patissiers saw you in this?" he asked, voice deadly calm.

None of this anger was directed toward you, of course, but to the bakers outside that had the privilege of seeing his sweet, beautiful wife so exposed.

"We talked for a bit before I snuck past them," you answered, raising a brow. "Why?"

"I see..."

With your answer, their fates were sealed, your husband already on the move toward the door.

They were all as good as dead.

"Wait, Kuri, no!" you suddenly realized, quickly rushing to block his way. "It's not their fault. They couldn't have known I'd be dressed like this when I came over."

Your eyes shifted, turning pleading as you looked up innocently into his dark-ruby reds.

The sight—along with the use of a new nickname—forced the man to stop in his tracks, blushing like a school boy.

When he became so pathetic, he had no idea.

But he supposed he had you to thank for that.

'Typical...'

With a heavy sigh, he caved, dropping his murder plan and opting to cross his large arms over his broad chest instead.

"Fine..." he nodded, begrudgingly. "But from now on, this outfit stays home."

Relieved, you broke into a wide smile, giving him a playful salute.

"Yes, sir."

Suddenly reinvigorated, you gave him a small spin, modeling the nightgown at all angles.

"But you never told me... do you like it? I mean, was it a good surprise?"

Re-examining you, Katakuri failed to find words to describe how beautiful you looked.

Your every curve was laid out for his viewing pleasure, your natural radiant glow only adding to the appeal.

You were like an angel... an angel that had managed to sneak her way into his secret paradise.

"I... do like it," he stumbled, slightly. "The dress goes well your complexion... and brings out the color in your eyes."

Your eyes widened slightly, pleasantly surprise by the insightful compliment.

He had a lot of sisters.

You keened at his praise, having never heard him say such sweet things.

"You're too good to me," you grinned, eyes flicking from his to his lips with a wanting look. "Can I... Can I kiss you?"

At your request, his eyes practically turned to saucers, the Sweet Commander feeling as if he was about to spontaneously combust.

You?!

And him?!

Kiss?!

Like, right now?!

Like, now now?!

"I... uh..." he stuttered like an idiot, unsure of how to handle this. "Are you sure?"

You suddenly realized how pushy you probably sounded, instantly dialing it back.

"I mean, only if you want to, of course," you sighed, quickly giving up hope. "Y'know what, it's fine. I'm sorry I made this all so weird. I just... I think I'm gonna head back to the bakery—"

"Stay."

Before you knew it, a mochi appendage was wrapping around your waist—its touch infinitely softer than before— preventing you from turning around.

You gasped, slightly surprised as your husband pulled you flush against his chest, looking down at you with an expression you had never seen on him before.

"Just stay," he exhaled, his mochi slowly morphing back into his hand, which rested atop your hip. "If you want to... kiss me... then you can. You're my wife, after all."

At the reminder, your heart skipped a beat, the words sounding even better coming off his tongue.

"Damn right," you grinned, carefully tossing an arm over his shoulder to pull him closer. "And I am very proud."

Unable to respond, the man simply turned rigid, allowing you to move as you pleased.

With bated breath, you leaned in, hooking your manicured finger on the hem of his scarf and carefully tugging it down, going slow since you felt him flinch.

Once again, you were met with the entirety of his handsome face, fangs and scars alike all there for you admire.

A privilege you would not take lightly.

"You are so beautiful, Kuri," you whispered with wonder, cupping his cheek in your soft palm. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now."

Nervous, Katakuri was quick to avoid eye contact with you, only humming in response at your praise.

But you moved right on your merry way, allowing your thumb to caress his cheekbone before you finally pressed your plush lips against his, making sure to be wary of his teeth.

But your worries were soon shoved back into the recesses of your mind, making way for the indescribable feeling of utter bliss coursing your veins.

It felt as if you had been struck by lightning and swept off your feet at the same time, the Sweet Commander having to tighten his grip around your waist in order to keep you from toppling over.

He tasted so sweet, and he felt so right, like coming home to a warm hug, or eating a freshly glazed doughnut.

As a child, you never understood what the fairytale books were talking about when they described a kiss as magical.

But now?

It couldn't have made more sense.

Just as quickly as the feeling came, it disappeared, the two of you separating so as not to get too caught up in the moment.

Teasingly, you licked your lips, glancing up at your husband with a mischievous look.

"I'd know my strawberry cream doughnut anywhere," you teased, resting your hand against his chest. "You taste just like 'em."

Flushed, his gaze slid away from you once again, though he managed to keep his hold on your waist.

"There's still more left over.... if you would like to join me for the rest of my merienda?" he suggested, nerves still buzzing through his stomach.

But to his surprise, you nodded vigorously, smiling as brightly as the sun—the sight effectively melting a large chunk of his hardened, mochi heart.

"I'd love to."

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Dustin Henderson has a sister who thinks it’s unfair his older friends are so attractive.

Words: 4.8K Author’s Note: Stranger Things AU - Lets just pretend that Steve and Carol are still in school, only Steve is the Steve we all know and love, and Carol is still a harpy.

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Chapter 1

Summary: you finally move out of your aunties house and your parents gave you your own house and money as a gift before they died. But you realize that there’s someone in your house as you finally move in

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You put the last box in the truck, cracking your knuckles while turning around to greet your auntie. It was time to say goodbye to her, after living with her for so long, you finally had enough money to move into a new house, a bigger house. You hugged your auntie, wishing her a farewell goodbye before getting in the truck to drive. You watched as she slowly faded away from the rearview mirror. Letting out a sigh at the thought of a new life. You were only twenty two, finally having a place to yourself, not having to rely on your auntie to have a roof over your head. Your parents were the ones who were letting you keep this house. Along with lots of money. You wanted to thank them, but sadly they were dead.

You didn’t know how it happened, you stayed with your Auntie and she was the one who got the call about them. As a gift, they gave you this house and money to give you a head start. You were grateful for it, wishing they were still alive so that you could thank them. The car ride was peaceful, eventually making it into the house, your jaw dropped, looking at the house, it wasn’t just a house… it was a mansion. A huge brown mansion, your parents wanted to give you this? How rich were they?

You didn’t know much about our parents, only remembering little stuff from when you were a little child, your Auntie was the one that showed you pictures of them and told stories about them. You always wanted to know more since you couldn't remember them much. Looking down at the key you had, you know that going into this house would change everything, your new life would start just by taking a step inside. You smiled to yourself, getting out of the car with the key. Walking alongside the sidewalk that led you to the front door, turning the key in the lock and hearing it click. Slowly pushing the door open to reveal a beautiful modern living room.

A couch was pressed against the wall along with a coffee table that matched the brown color of the cough, a rug was placed in front of it, across from it was a fireplace, hanging over it was a huge television. “Wow.” You mumbled, knowing that there were gonna be more rooms that would amaze you more than this. You kept walking until you ran into the kitchen, white and black cabinets filled your eye view, an island separating you from the other counters on the other side. The black ceiling light came on once you flipped the light switch. A large silver sink was placed in the middle of the counters. Shiny and clean. You looked to her left, it was a door, opening it to see an empty pantry. “Well, I guess I’ll know where to put my snacks.” You chuckled to yourself,

Another door caught your eye near the stairs, it was just a closet. A nice sized one too. Finally, you went upstairs, mainly doors hit you at once, taking a look in each room. There were at least seven to eight bedrooms and one bathroom. A few of the other bedrooms had bathrooms themselves. There was a huge bedroom that had a bathroom in it, you were gonna claim it as your own bedroom. It was a queen sized bed with a gold and white comforter set on the bed with pillow sheets. Did my parents decorate this mansion themselves? You thought.

This place was amazing, but why did they give you a mansion? It’s not like you’re gonna have roommates or family members come live with you. My parents must be crazy rich, no wonder they gave me this much money along with a mansion.” You didn’t mind, giving the time to be by yourself.

You loved your Auntie, you really did, but everyone needs peace and quiet sometimes, there was also a certain room that caught your eye. It seemed like an office room, but you wanted to change it into something else. A relaxing space where you can put your books in and be in the room for as long as you want. “Huh… I might love this place.” You already had a layout for it too. For now, you’ll start unpacking. Grabbing as many boxes and bags as you can one by one and placing them on the living room floor until the truck is empty. Sorting through your boxes, luckily, you had them labeled. You put your clothes and shoes in your room and all of your books in the office room. Placing some of your picture frames on the night stand by your bed and in the living room, the picture frames consisted of pictures with your auntie and a few with your parents. Even kissing one of them before placing it down gently on the table.

You stayed upstairs for a few hours, folding and sorting clothes, putting them up in your closet, putting your shoes in a neat line, and stacking them when necessary. You then went back downstairs, now having to create a list of what you’d need from a few stores, you’d need a lot of kitchen utensils and silver wares. Plates and cups already filled the cabinets. You looked around for anything else, eventually seeing a dining room. Chairs were pushed in nicely while decorative plates were sitting in front of each chair. Fake fruit covered the middle part of the table. “Wow. My parents must have it all.”

You left again, to get things from the store. Still being on the lookout since there are lots of rumors going on in your town. They say that there are too many killers on the loose, some in different states, even countries. So you brought a few things as protection, especially when you're in public. Some of them like to stalk people for an odd reason. By the time you came back, your truck was filled with bags. You nodded to yourself. Feeling like you've done enough things for the day. “Okay… that's enough shopping, time to head home.”

Home…

It felt weird to call it home now, but you knew that you’d get used to it eventually. Once you made it back home, you put things where they needed to you, pots and pans went in the lower cabinets, and silver wares went in drawers. Water bottles went in the fridge and snacks went in the pantry. Frozen meats went into the freezer along with other frozen foods. You sat down on the couch, surprisingly, it was comfortable. Comfortable to where you began to drift off. All that moving caught up to you, making you tired. You fell asleep peacefully….

You then woke io, but you felt a weird presence in your house. Being cautiously aware of what was happening, you slowly got up to look around. Seeing if any windows were open or even anything broken. Nothing, a breeze or you, there was a back door. There’s a back door?! You thought. A chill went down your spine, you didn’t see that door there, now there’s someone in your house.

You acted fast, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, checking the downstairs area for the person who invaded your home. No one’s there. You then went upstairs. A low creak caught you off guard in one of the rooms. Pressing your back against the wall, you opened the door with your arm, waiting for the person to walk out so you could strike a move. No one was there, you peeked your head in, seeing that the cost was clear, you held onto the knife while going in. A cold, hard hand grabbed you by the neck and slammed you against a wall. Causing you to drop your knife.

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It's overwhelming.

He's tall, and he's strong, and he's all over you.

Your wedding was a modest ceremony, against his mother's request because the Yonko always had a taste for the ostentatious. But Katakuri was shy, even if he tried to seem impassive. In the time you had to meet him, to get to know him you realized that. He was quiet, and he had a tender heart.

There was no explanation as to why he felt the way he felt for you, the promised bride he had only known for as little as a week. But he had this feeling, this aching in his heart for you. You, the small creature that looked up at him with tired and innocent eyes, with such kindness, without any prejudice. It's like heaven's chose you to be with him, despite being a monster, despite being revolting.

And he looked handsome in his wedding attire, military style gown for him, a simple white dress for you. Vows recited, rings exchanged, and a kiss to seal it all. You giggled when one of his sharp teeth punctured at your skin, and he felt himself melt at the sound. And now you were both inside his room, ready to share a bed for the first time. Sharing it, as in that instant.

His cock, as big as the rest of his body, nestled inside your gummy walls, fitting like pieces of a puzzle. The intrusion was painful, difficult due to the size difference, but in the end you managed. And he had you there, legs spread, folded like a pretzel and pounding inside you with slow, deliberate strokes, eliciting the lewdest moans as gasps from you.

"You're so perfect," He whispers, groaning as his hips continue to rock against yours, making you mewl when he repeatedly hit your cervix with ease. "And you're so beautiful, so small under me..." His lashes flutter, and his large hand comes to cup your face, engulfing it entirely with just his palm if he wanted to. "Please let me put a baby inside you." He begs, and you gasp.

"A baby? Isn't it- Too- Ah! Too soon?" You ask, your voice staccato as he continued to ravage you.

"Please, just one baby. One that looks like you," He begs again, voice cracking as your cunt tightens around his cock like a vice, gripping it deliciously, trying to milk him. "You're so pretty, you're everything I've ever wanted. Just give it to me, ___. I beg you. I'll be good to you, I'll be the best husband I can be. Just give me a baby that's as beautiful as you are."

You can't speak, only think about how good it feels to have his dick stretching your insides so perfectly. But you nod, and he smiles, mouth wide and toothy.

"I love you. I love you, ___. My wife, my wife," He grunts. "All mine, want you to always be mine. I want us to be together all the time. I wish I met you sooner so I could've done this earlier, make you all mine earlier." Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his large hands rubs sloppy circles over your neglected clit, making you cum in an instant. "How do you make me feel so much, I know you’re not feeling the same but you’re so sweet and perfect. One day, one day I'll make sure you love me back, and I'll make you mine over, and over again."

I just think he's a very sweet and caring lover oughhhh oughhhh get me pregnant giant mochi man

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