#fixer tag

[xenophiliarp]

@superlustersnew52​

“Lying’s not going to get you out of trouble, Smallville. I came to visit you and half the ladies I came across are talking about how they were bred by a ‘Supercock’ and yet, here I am, without a superbaby in me.”

Leaving Eros Bay had lifted some of the fog ensued by the oxidized Kryptonite in the Bay area, but other things had been left entirely unaltered. 

“Lois you said you weren’t interested when you said it--I was too much to handle. That’s why I started seeing Harleen,” He wasn’t even thinking that it had meant she went to Eros Bay herself, and calling his one and only Babygirl Harley by her given name felt strange enough for him. 

[xenophiliarp]

@hxtties

“You really don’t think this is weird?” Jon glanced at Veronique again, it was practically her idea. The company had reached out to him before, but he didn’t believe its legitimacy. “I mean, toys are one thing, but sex robots?” The box itself was easily taller than him, after all, it theoretically held in a sex doll, so it still needed to have protection from the transportation so there was extra padding or something for... her, on the inside. 

He couldn’t really say no, after all they were sending it to him for free, just wanted him to promote them, even maybe do a video series with her involved, they had a small novel sent filled with suggestions as well as a manual that would easily shame many a book series with its mass of ink and paper. Which was mostly just about programming different personalities.

“Says she charges on a pad that she stands on,” they also had a simpler version of instructions, the very basics, “You can program her to speak twenty-four languages... and she’s also eighty-five percent recycled material?” He had this new foreboding feeling that she was going to look like a Frankenstein’s monster with patchwork keeping her together. “Okay, so you can apparently also order breast milk to have her... dispense.” He thought that strange and a little funny, but why did it have some deep-seated lure to it? “What model is it—is she?” He quickly removed the brown cardboard shield, a privacy curtain of sorts even though they shipped and delivered the item personally and not through third party. He was honestly a little excited to open her, but that might have been the subconscious joy at opening a big box to get see your awaited present. 

“X-jay-peg,” he said reading the name on the actual box phonetically, “nine-oh-five... Candy?” He licked his lips, at least she looked pretty, and he found it rather humorous that they actually packaged her like a sort of barbie. They had windows in the plexiglas where you could touch her breasts, she was dressed in a skimpy, loose shirt so it wouldn’t obstruct any groping. “I like the latex shorts shorts she’s wearing, nice and tight.”

[xenophiliarp]

With the tumblr purge having happened can you tell that nothing’s actually changed other than the searching aspect of the site? Because I’m still getting followed daily by bots.

[xenophiliarp]

@utterxdesires

"Hey," Lionel, wearing a violet silk shirt which was partly unbutton, with sleeves sloppily rolled up to his forearms, entered the room. He was more than ready to relax the rest of the day away. Most of the help was already gone to their homes, out on the grounds or otherwise, so there was nothing to cover the approaching clacks of his shoes on the wood floors. 

“You’re looking great,” she always had something sexy, something hugging her curves, each one lead so graciously into the next like a piece of art. “Is that new?” He asked, referring to the clothing she wore that undeniably accented her luxurious frame. He was tired enough to not even remember that today was a poignant day in her cycle, and the plans they’d associated for the special day.

[xenophiliarp]

Give me one of these plots:

1. Muse A is a hardass woman, respected well-known, and honored through her job as a high-ranking individual and is known to make constant hard decisions for the sake of her job/the company. But then whenever Muse B comes in, bringing her lunch or stopping by for on of his breaks, she simply melts, all doe-eyed and can’t look away or stop biting her lips at the sight because of the strong, disgusting infatuation they have then has to deal with the teasing that lasts five seconds because she kills it with a glare.

2. Boss/employee wherein the employee blackmails his boss into an affair because of some shady business deal or cutting corners and violating health and safety regulations.

3. Pregnancy thread things of any and all sort basically too.

4. Some more pet/slavery threads would be hella aprectiated too.

[xenophiliarp]

@superlustersnew52

“What exactly is going on here, little girl? You’re not doing all sorts of sneaky things off behind my back are you?”

[xenophiliarp]

*heavy breathing*

guyS LOOK @ MY HAPPY PUPPER

[xenophiliarp]

Open to preferably older women but doesn’t have to be; suggested relations: mom/stepmom/friend’s mom/mom’s friend/sister/stepsister/brother or sister’s friend/aunt/neighborhood cougar/milf

She looked asleep next to him... good. That meant that what he’d slipped into her drink had finally taken effect. He’d been waiting for three weeks for the drug to even arrive, each day he felt more and more desperate for it to potentially get there early. But what he ordered was nearly three times what he’d expected in amount, sure that meant it was more tedious to hide it all, but he’d have more than enough to last quite a long time given with how potent it supposedly was.

“Hey—“ he put a hand on her leg to give her a tussle, “—were you hungry or anything?” He had to give her one last chance to see if she was awake. And it seemed more than sound enough to keep raising his hand up that deliciously smooth and tanned thigh with her and her deep breaths and relaxed expression.