Nanami gets a kick out of how innocent and pure you are in front of others. Around friends, family, coworkers, strangers, you’re still that shy, timid girl he fell in love with all those years ago. Always smiling with kindness twinkling in your eyes. Perfectly sweet to just about everyone you meet. You’re beloved by everyone in your life and in his. A true angel in disguise gracing this mundane world of his.
When it’s just the two of you, though, you turn into a completely different person: a fiend hellbent on making him lose his goddamn mind.
Tonight, you're locked in your bedroom, fucking each other silly. Well, it’s more like you're fucking him. You straddle his lap, riding his cock, already so sensitive from his first orgasm. His creampie leaks out from your pussy, making a mess between you, but you don’t care. He’s twitching from overstimulation, moaning your name as you bounce faster on his dick, pumping another load out of him. He’s spent beyond belief, but he knows better than to deny you of your fill. No matter how much he whines about how sensitive he is, he wants this. He needs this.
Limbs wobbly from exhaustion, he kneels behind you, watching with half-lidded eyes as you position yourself on your hands and knees, teasing his wet cock between your ass cheeks. He stares at your pussy, drooling with his cum, already eager to be back inside you. He lets you do all the work, be in control, use him as your own personal sex toy until you’re satisfied. And that doesn’t happen until you throw your ass back and forth on his dick, filling yourself up with his third creampie of the night, the sheets beneath you ruined with sweat, spit, and slick.
To Nanami, there’s nothing better than being fucked stupid by you, his gorgeous, perfect wife.
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Outlander, what do you want?
>latest rumors
>Ever hear of slutweed? Supposed to turn you into a real fucktoy.
>slutweed
>An aphrodisiac herb that can only be found growing in the highest mountain reaches of Skyrim. Since its discovery in 3E 420, both its rarity and its strange erotic properties have made it a lucrative export. Recently, however, Emperor Uriel Septim VII has banned its cultivation and sale – a maneuver that will surely only cause it to become even more sought after.
>Demand a sample of slutweed (Persuade)
>Ask to buy a sample of slutweed (50 Gold)
>Goodbye.
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Rain falls lightly, pattering in the grass. The misty gloom feels appropriate, Eddie thinks to himself as he plays with the unlit cigarette in his hands.
It's cool out, he thinks. Grey and quiet, mid-morning still by the light.
Eddie doesn't look up as a pair of sneakers enter his peripheral.
Steve sighs and sits down, despite the wet grass, close enough that Eddie feels the slight warmth radiating out from him.
Neither speak for a minute. Both content to watch the rain paint the landscape.
"Talked to your uncle today," Steve blurts out. His voice sounds rough, ragged even, as he sighs.
Eddie turns slightly, taking in the slump of Steve's shoulders, the red rimmed eyes.
"He'll probably be by later I think, same with Dustin," Steve sniffs once and rubs his nose with the back of his hand.
"Max is still in the hospital, but the uh, doc says it's looking like she'll be okay".
Eddie smiles, tucking the cigarette behind his ear.
This is the first time they've heard something definitive about Little Red, a tightness in his chest he hadn't realized was there finally begins to loosen.
"And Dustin's milking his sprain for all its worth, the little asshole knows exactly what he's doing," Steve snorts as he brings his knees up to his chest.
The rain is falling slightly harder now, plastering Steve's hair to his forehead, his grey jacket looks absolutely soaked through, but he doesn't move.
Eddie wishes belatedly that there was a tree nearby, something to shield them from the deluge.
"God," Steve barks out suddenly, "you fucking idiot, I told you, I told you, not to be a hero".
Steve presses the heels of both hands into his eyes roughly and sniffs again before swiping a hand through his wet hair, "the kids are all okay, I just thought you should know, it isn't fair that you didn't get to see the end of it".
Eddie nods, quietly, spinning a ring on his left hand as Steve stands up with a small pained groan. His hands jump to his sides before he's able to stand completely upright once more.
And for just a second Eddie swears that Steve is making eye contact, that a glimmer of recognition appears in his wide brown eyes.
But his gaze moves through Eddie, down to the black plaque embedded in the earth.
"I'll see ya Eds," Steve says softly. He lingers for a moment longer before he turns and makes his way back to the gravel path.
"I'll be here," Eddie whispers quietly after a beat.
Steve can't hear him anyway.
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