Lemme lick you and claim you as mine

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Lemme lick you and claim you as mine
HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃👻
Hope you all have a happy and safe Halloween!! I wanna trick or treat so bad but I’m in so much pain today so I’m probably be stuck handing out candy T-T so go grab some candy for me too, yeah?
Loves Bites! (So Do I)
A John Doe sticker I made inspired by this song hehe
girls are so cute to watch melt when you kiss on ‘em
Yao and En'en seem to be somewhat divisive characters from what odd statements I've seen about them so far, so I figure I might as well state my own opinion about them to be clear where I stand on them:
They are both my children and I will fist fight anyone that says anything mean about them.
playful
You can tell they’re feeling it.
Their belly is round, taut, packed full with the weight of their latest meal, and they’ve got a hazy, slow-blinking look that tells you digestion is taking up most of their focus.
they’re still aware of you—You test the waters, reaching a hand toward the crest of their belly, but as you make contact
—snap
Teeth graze your wrist, quick and sharp, not enough to break skin but enough to make you jerk back.
Their eyes flicker up to yours, dark amusement glittering behind the lazy veneer. They don’t apologise
they let out a low, playful growl, wriggling where they lie, the weight in their stomach sloshing with the movement.
You can hear the digestion working—deep, wet, contented noises, gurgles punctuated by occasional creaks as their body adjusts.
They’re smug. Spunky.
pleased with themselves.
“Brat,” you mutter.
They don’t argue, just give a slow sigh before sinking deeper into their spot, stretching luxuriously, one hand draped over their middle like a king lounging on their throne.
Eyes stay latched on you, in warning, as if to say try again, see what happens.
You do.
their teeth catch the side of your hand, a firmer bite, followed by a soft huff of air against your skin. A warning. A reminder.
Too full. Too stimulated. Any more touch and they might just sink their teeth in for real.
you, unable to resist provoking them after those little warning nips, get more than you bargained for.
The next time you reach out, their reaction is quicker. Instead of just snapping at your hand, they twist around you, quicker than you thought was possible
Torquing you forward and down with surprising strength. You barely have time to react before they’re on top of you, their heavy, full stomach pressing into your hips as they let out a playful, rumbling growl.
"You're feisty for someone so full," you tease, trying to wriggle free.
Their answer is a wordless noise—something between a grunt and a laugh—as they hold you fast, and they nuzzle against your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin.
They’re playing.
but they’re also winning. Their weight keeps you pinned, and every little movement makes their overstuffed gut shift and churn, gurgling audibly. You can feel it rumble against you.
You try to shove them off, but they double down, gripping your arms and wrestling with you, all slow, lazy strength.
Every time you move, they counter, twisting just enough to make you think your struggle is working, without ever giving you the upper hand.
Their belly presses against you, heavy against you, and undeniably dominant in its presence - it's presence is exactly why they’re feeling this way.
They usually aren't so mischevious--
Another growl rumbles out of their throat, low and playful.
They nose at your neck, then bite—a proper one this time, hard enough to make you yelp.
"Hey!"
They finally lift their head, meeting your eyes with a sleepy, pleased stare.
Smug. Cheeky.
Not a single trace of remorse. Their stomach groans loudly between you, working hard on its latest occupant.
"You're being wicked" you say
The pred grunts and flops over to your left, lying on their side, their belly settled heavily on the mattress.
You can finally breathe, now that you're no longer pinned beneath it.
Done filming?