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normanee submitted:

want to leave him wanting. She’d tug his prick out of his trousers and sink to her knees or pull him on top of her and slide him inside. No matter what she did, Wheatley would always praise her with an endless litany. “Oh love, you don’t have to…you know…I’d be just fine and dandy just to..do that and just see you happy, that’s more than enough you know? Not to say that I don’t appreciate it, oh my no, it is more than welcome, I just don’t want you to feel PRESSURED you see, I’d hate that

so this has been sitting in my inbox and I forgot about it wow good job Lacey

normanee asked: Wheatley never made a noise of complaint, even when she bucked her hips into his face as she came, chasing every last drop of pleasure. One time she managed to smack him in the nose with her pelvic bone, but he just smiled and shrugged off her worried questions. "Nothing love" he promised, going straight back to work to prove it to her. With at least one and as many as five he'd eventually rise from her sex, his own needs glaringly obvious. He never pressed her for more, but Chell wouldn't

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normanee asked: after all. He seemed at home betwixt her legs, the perpetual guilt he seemed to carry lifting when he was devoted to her pleasure. He never tended to himself when he was at it, even if his cock dug uncomfortably into his belly. Both hands tended to her and nothing else. It gave her an odd sense of satisfaction to see her wetness clinging to his stubble, the old razor they had too dull to maintain a proper shave. Eager fingers pulled him in deeper, Chell was still apt to show rather than tell.

normanee asked: After tending dutifully to her breasts Wheatley settled himself between her tawny thighs. Kissing down her belly he slowly worked to his hand, adding a forward tongue to his handiwork. Chell's hands found their way to Wheatley's hair and tangled roughly in them, carefully guiding him when he strayed to far. He was a very dutiful lover, but he tended to get distracted, nipping the skin on her legs or leaving sexy kisses on her arse. Chell never complained, he always managed to finish her off

normanee asked: Wheatley pulled up her tank top, exposing the frilly bra and took a breath. She looked amazing, bangs plastered to her forehead, cheeks red, wantonly thrusting on his hand. Two fingers slid inside her and she bucked, thumb still teasing her clit. Focusing again on her breasts, he tugged the loose bra down with his teeth. Once her nipples were in his sights he licked his lips, softly sucking them into his mouth as his finger continued to play her. "Oh..." Chell sighed softly as he suckled

normanee asked: press the heel of his hand onto her clit. Another strangled groan slipped out of her lips as he worked her. Hands still behind her, he used his free arm to ease her to the ground. Wheatley nibbled on her neck as his fingers sped up, plunging in easily with her copious arousal. Once he had her settled on the ground he moved around her, trading the heel of his hand for his thumb on her nub. A third groan escaped from her as he used the opposable digit to give her a precise burst of pleasure.

normanee asked: gasped. It still shocked him sometimes to hear her make noise. She had managed to keep from uttering a word the whole time she'd been testing, a feat he knew he could never match. Wheatley could barely manage an hour without saying something, let alone days. The middle finger of his right hand slid inside her to the second knuckle and she leaned into him, urging him to delve father in. In and out he slid over and over until he felt ready to tease her with another digit. Shifting he moved to

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normanee asked: trait to get bored easily, for as a robot he never did mind repetitive tasks, but when it came to making love to her he was always excited. She never seemed to stop wanting him, he always found her slick and ready by the time his prick found her sex. He was careful to give her a moment if he pounced her, realizing early on his prick was a bit much to force in "cold." Even when their love making was hateful, he'd tease her a bit to get her proverbial juices flowing. A finger sunk into her, she

oh man soon I will have my gifs back and I can show these the proper enthusiasm :>

normanee asked: under the hem of her panties. These were standard issue, Apeture logo like his own, but they were nice enough. With fresh water they could wash their clothes more often and he could tell she enjoyed the feel of clean cotton on her skin. Wheatley still wasn't used to wearing clothes let along caring if they were clean or not, it felt weird. His fingers teased inside, getting the first feel of slick arousal, making his prick throb. Would he truly never tire of this? He thought it was a human

normanee asked: to tell her it wasn't very functional, especially after she'd shucked the old worn sports bra and tried it on for him. Oh yes, he loved the lacy fabric on her golden skin. He'd gotten good with it after a while, easily unclasping it with a hand before freeing her breasts. He slid his hand up her ribs to palm them under the bra. He sucked on her neck as he pulled down the jumpsuit with his free hand. Once the fabric slid past her hips it fell to the ground and he was free to slip his fingers

I miss my folder full of happy reaction gifs I could use it right about now

normanee asked: Perhaps he would show her his thanks in a quiet way, for him at least. Wheatley started by capturing her hands and pulling them behind her back, softly kissing her neck to reassure her all was well. What was first hesitation relaxed into him, knowing they were safe, sometimes it was nice to be reminded. His hands slipped to her front pulling out her tanktop from the jumpsuit and reaching underneath. The frilly bra she now wore puzzled him, but when they ran across it he didn't have the heart

YAY MORE OF THIS

normanee asked: Oddly enough his plea stayed her hand, leaving her hair to grow longer in the summer heat. "I like the way it frames your face when it is down" he'd begged and it did make her smile. His started to get a bit too shaggy and with a sharp piece of metal that had become their go to knife she'd sheared it shorter, never once complaining about the sweat that beaded down her own back thanks to her hair, at least the ponytail helped. With his golden locks no longer weighing him down he gave her a grin

ok wait it looks like I DID get it but tumblr didn’t give me a little flag on my askbox telling me I did

TUMBLR……

normanee asked: he would tease and she would roll her eyes. One baby was enough for her. Wheatley was taking his time re-adjusting to his human form, having forgotten most basic things that she never even had to think about. When his hair had grown long enough that it tangled, she had to teach him how to comb it out, which led to him insisting on brushing her hair, claiming he enjoyed the calm it gave him. "Please keep it long love" he'd beg whenever she felt like chopping it all off in the new heat outside

one baby was enough sjdfhskjhdf

exactly omg