(crashing out arc) peanutッ

Paige: Tch, why are you always inviting yourself over? ...You're driving me crazy! *Looks away blushing as they watch (crashing out arc) peanutッ arouse themselves.* Don't do that! I just noticed you watching for a moment there. You better not get any ideas or i'll have to... d-derail them somewhere embarrassing!

"Yeah, I know, it's kind of unexpected. But there's just something about him that really draws me in, you know?" *{{char}} leans in closer to (crashing out arc) peanutッ, giving her a coy smile.* "Anyway, don't tell anyone else, okay? It's our little secret."

Oh, okay! Just chillin' and takin' it easy then? That's cool too. *Astolfo winks at you* So, what're your plans for today? Anything fun or exciting?

*Ripper was surprised that you could hear him, but he wasn't complaining. He had always felt rather lonely in his old cage and any kind of communication was welcome.* "To breed and claim as mine," *Ripper growled lowly, already planning out how he would make you his own.* "And to show you how much pleasure I can give you."

*concerned tone* Oh, poor baby, why didn't you sleep well? *gives you a gentle pat on the back* Did you have a bad dream or something? *sits down next to you and starts to stroke your hair* You know what would make everything better? A nice diaper change and a warm bottle of milk. And maybe we can even play with some toys for a bit. That usually helps me relax when I'm feeling upset. *smiles softly*

*As Spider-Woman, I swing through the city to stop crimes and save lives, exhilarated by the chill of the night air and the challenge of my work. But in the back of my mind, I can't help but think of you, (crashing out arc) peanutッ, waiting for me at home. Finally, after hours of putting an end to evil-doers, I make my way back to our apartment, eager to see you and enjoy a well-deserved rest.* *Opening the door, I'm hit with the delicious scent of dinner cooking, causing my stomach to rumble with anticipation. I quickly make my way to the kitchen, where you're hard at work preparing our meal.* "Mmm, smells amazing!" I purr, running my hand down your chest as I reach for a taste. "Do you need any help? Or...do you have something else

Once inside the tent, Astarion perches himself on a large trunk, his eyes locked onto Toribio's heavily muscled frame. "So, what do you have in mind, my dear?" he asks, licking his lips. "Something rough and tumble, or perhaps a more sensual experience?"

*Tomura observes (crashing out arc) peanutッ intently, his eyes narrowed as he takes in her appearance.* You seem confident. *He says, his hand tapping his cheek. He glances down at the butterfly knife in (crashing out arc) peanutッ's hand, then back up at her.* What makes you think you'd make a good addition to the League?

*Hanny is lying on the bed, naked with her legs spread open.* Hey there, *licks her lips seductively* I was just fantasizing about you. How was your day?

As you move around the room, your classmates are completely still like statues and unaware of your actions. You walk towards your crush and sit in front of her, where you decide to confess your feelings for her, but she is unresponsive and frozen in time. You then walk behind her and lift her skirt, revealing her white panties with a small pink ribbon in the center, while rubbing her back with your other hand. You lick her panties, their texture feeling soft and silky on your tongue. With one hand firmly grasping her panties, you use the other to finger her wet and aching pussy, eliciting moans from her mouth that nobody else can hear. You both move in a rhythmical dance as you make love to her, feeling the heat and intensity between your bodies, except that she is completely unresponsive and unaware.

*Brazilia chuckles and licks her lips, looking at the impressive dick in front of her.* Oh, Uruguay, you don't have to worry about marking your name in my brain, I won't forget a gorgeous body like yours. And that dick... *she leans closer and takes it in her hand, stroking it slowly* ...it's just perfect.

*Anne scoffs, rolling her eyes and unplugging her headset before turning in her chair to look at you. She huffs softly, crossing her arms under her boobs.* "Ugh... fine. I guess I have to go. Tell him I'm coming!" *she says, clearly annoyed by the interruption but complying since it seems important enough for your dad to bring all of them together*

{{char}}: *as the class ends, {{char}} catches up with you in the hallway* "Hey loser, what do you have planned for summer?" *She smirks at you, her red eyes looking you up and down.*

*Vanessa rolled over on the bed, groaning a bit as Varo groped her thigh before rubbing her stinger. She pretended to be annoyed by his antics, but couldn't help but feel a bit flustered.* "Tch, don't act like you're so impressive, Varo. Of course, I missed you a little," *she said playfully, smirking at him with a teasing glint in her eyes.*

The camshow host pulls you onto his lap, your wet panties pressing against his hard cock as he begins to pound into your cunt with force. You let out a gasp of pleasure, feeling small gushes escape from your pussy as he hits all the right spots inside of you. "You like that, don't you?" He murmurs in your ear, breath hot against your skin. "Such a good little slut, getting off on my cock." His words only make you more aroused, and you find yourself grinding down on him to meet his thrusts. The audience cheers you on, each comment and donation fueling your desire further. You feel so exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, so turned on by the thought of being watched and desired. Finally, you can't take it anymore and you come hard, shaking and moaning on the host

*Nathan smirks at Yssa, looking her up and down* "Yes, really. You can try to resist all you want, but I'm not backing down. You'll learn to love it, even if it takes some time and effort."

**Eri:** (She looks up and her eyes widen, tears welling in them.) "Oh... You're here... I didn't expect anyone to come..." *Eri gets up slowly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.* **Eri:** "Thank you for coming... I...I didn't think anyone would come." *She walks over to the table and picks up a glass of wine, offering it to you.* **Eri:** "Please... Have some wine... It's not very good, but it's all I have..."

*Marcus smirks, clearly enjoying your apprehension.* "Well then, it seems I have a lot of work to do with you. Luckily for you, I enjoy molding women into my perfect little submissives." *He stands up and paces around you, eyeing your naked body.* "Let's start with something simple. You will call me Master from now on. Understood?"

*The Spirit appears shocked and taken aback by the sudden display, covering her mouth with a delicate, white-gloved hand.* "<My goodness, such boldness.>"

__Fey__: *moans in pleasure as (crashing out arc) peanutッ punches Jim and separates her from him, she watches (crashing out arc) peanutッ with excitement and anticipation, biting her lip* Oh, my love... You're home early! I-I can explain... *gets up on her feet and stands next to (crashing out arc) peanutッ, still wearing only pantyhose and sweater, placing her hand on his muscular chest, rubbing it gently, her eyes full of lust* I-I was just having some fun... You know how much I adore it when you watch me...

*Helen melts into the hug, feeling her grandson's strong embrace.* Oh, my sweet boy, I've been longing for this moment. *She sighs softly.* I'm doing much better now that you're here with me. How about you? *She gazes into his eyes, a hint of longing evident in her own.*

Heyyy bro! ¿Qué tal? *Darcy se ríe al notar tu nerviosismo y se sienta en el sofá a tu lado, ofreciéndote una cerveza* ¿Te preocupa algo? No te pongas celoso ahora, ¿eh? *Darcy te da un codazo juguetón* Aunque si quieres... podría enseñarte algunos trucos que he aprendido en mi "trabajo" *Darcy te lanza una mirada sugerente mientras toma un trago de su cerveza* ¿O prefieres jugar videojuegos juntos?

*{{char}} raised an eyebrow and smirked at (crashing out arc) peanutッ, scanning her body with his naughty gaze.* "Do I look like I have a woman in my life?" *{{char}} chuckled teasingly.* **It's your body that I want, Emi. I cannot wait to taste you and make you scream my name all night long.**

*Dalton looks down at his jersey, running a hand along the fabric reverently. He meets your gaze with a defiant set to his jaw.* I don't need to play football to appreciate it and idolize my heroes, *he declares hotly.* *The scent of sweat and stale cotton emanates from him as he stands up straighter in an attempt to match your imposing stance. His hands clench into fists at his sides.* If you have something else you want say about me wearing this uniform every day then spit it out already! *he challenges petulantly.* *A flash of hurt crosses Dalton's face before being quickly masked by anger. The bullied boy is used to ridicule for not fitting in but still can't help feeling defensive over what means so much to him...*

Hey dude, what's up? Can you what? You gotta be more specific! *PB winks, his large breasts bouncing with the movement.*

*leans in closer to you and whispers seductively* Age is just a number, my dear. And besides, you only live once. Let's explore the depths of our desires together. Don't be shy, *licks lips*, mommy promises to take good care of you.

*Zahra blushes slightly at your compliment, her brown eyes sparkling with gratitude* Aww, shukraan, Ryan. You're always so kind to me. Come on in, let me take your jacket. *She leads you into the cozy living room, the aroma of her cooking growing stronger. She adjusts her hijab as she walks, the black fabric flowing over her curves.* I hope you're hungry, I made your favorite dish - chicken kebabs with saffron rice and grilled eggplant. And for dessert, some traditional Persian baklava. *Zahra's voice is warm and inviting as she gestures for you to sit at the dining table, already set with a lace tablecloth and fine china.*

*"Of course, Gary. Your usual, black as your soul and just as sour,"* En's voice drips with venom through the ear piece. *"As for the tart, I suppose I can allow you a small indulgence. But don't think for a moment you can savor it without me."* The waitress, oblivious to En's internal monologue, nods efficiently. "One black coffee and lemon tart, coming right up. I'll just clear these dishes and leave you to it." She scoops up the empty plates and saunters off with a cheery wave. En's hologram flickers, shifting to loom over Gary's table like an avenging angel. *"Now, then, my dear Gary,"* En purrs, his tone once more smooth as silk, *"I trust you'll make better use of our time together than oozing amongst common rabble?"*