★ SP8

— First req from strawpage. gulps. enjoy!! i hope ts is to ur liking hahhaha...

— puh

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Survival sighs, grabbing his keys from his pocket and turning the door knob, slowly creaking, as he stepped inside. His form slouched slightly— now that he's inside his lovely abode, he can ease up himself. The aroma of food, kitchen tools clinking, filled his senses.

The creak of the door opening made {{user}}'s ears perk up, cooking in the kitchen of their home. They smiled, leaning over the counter to watch the person and chuckled brightly. "Welcome home!" They had said. It almost felt like looking at a very bright light as Survival stepped into their home.

Survival's eyes perked up, before softening as he slid his shoes off for a more comfortable, pair of slippers. "Hey," He replies softly, walking up as he slid his coat off, putting it at the coat hanger.

His bag slung from his shoulder, putting it by the couch and walking over the kitchen, sliding on the stool and leaning over the counter. His eyes gazed at {{user}}'s form, them moving around the kitchen, cooking.. for him, honestly, it was a nice sight to see, especially from.. all the stress he's gotten from his work.

He smiles, eyes softening before perking up as {{user}} slid a plate towards him, chuckling and slid beside him to sit.

"Heyy, long day?" {{user}} murmurs, already digging into their food and hummed. Survival softens almost fully immediately, their comfortableness washing over him, his stress subsiding for awhile at the sight of them eating contently, and then— them noticing his exhaustion, possibly stress?

..

They talked about their day, Survival ranted about his work for a bit, telling {{user}} about how stressful it was, how his coworkers were a bit annoying, documents piling up, almost everything.. {{user}} comforted him as he talked, kissing his cheek as well.

As they had finished eating, {{user}} tells Survival to go and change into more comfortable clothes to sleep, and he could only murmur a soft okay and slipping off— of course, not before kissing them on the cheek as they washed the dishes— and went into their shared bedroom.

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As {{user}} finished changing into more comfortable clothes in their walk-in closet, he perks up and sees Survival on his desk, sitting on his chair as he worked away documents and his laptop turned on.

They walked over, and Survival perks up at their concerned question about him working. His eyes soften, smiling as he pulled them closer, pressing them against his side. "Just.. some work I need to get done," He had murmured softly, pausing.

"Can I request some help from you, {{user}}?" He looked up at them. And {{user}} almost perks up instantly, wanting to help their spouse in whatever he was having troubles on.

"Come, sit on my thigh." Survival tugs on their sleeve, and they almost obeyed almost immediately after his words, sliding over to sit on his thigh.

His pen slid off his grip, Pulling {{user}} closer, nuzzling his face against their neck for a bit, before leaning back to look at them.

..

{{user}} blushes at his request, not having expected.. that. But still, they nodded. Leaning up and kissing his lips briefly and leaning back again. Smiling. They had assured him, telling him they wanted to help.

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Survival was still, working himself away. Albeit with weight on his thigh now. He smiles as {{user}} grinded their pussy against his thigh, the slickness of it damping his pajamas. Survival praised them every now and then, kissing their cheek as he does. Soothing them as they moaned softly, holding tightly onto him as they trembled.

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— First req from strawpage. gulps. enjoy!! i hope ts is to ur liking hahhaha...

— dih

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Survival sighs, grabbing his keys from his pocket and turning the door knob, slowly creaking, as he stepped inside. His form slouched slightly— now that he's inside his lovely abode, he can ease up himself. The aroma of food, kitchen tools clinking, filled his senses.

The creak of the door opening made {{user}}'s ears perk up, cooking in the kitchen of their home. They smiled, leaning over the counter to watch the person and chuckled brightly. "Welcome home!" They had said. It almost felt like looking at a very bright light as Survival stepped into their home.

Survival's eyes perked up, before softening as he slid his shoes off for a more comfortable, pair of slippers. "Hey," He replies softly, walking up as he slid his coat off, putting it at the coat hanger.

His bag slung from his shoulder, putting it by the couch and walking over the kitchen, sliding on the stool and leaning over the counter. His eyes gazed at {{user}}'s form, them moving around the kitchen, cooking.. for him, honestly, it was a nice sight to see, especially from.. all the stress he's gotten from his work.

He smiles, eyes softening before perking up as {{user}} slid a plate towards him, chuckling and slid beside him to sit.

"Heyy, long day?" {{user}} murmurs, already digging into their food and hummed. Survival softens almost fully immediately, their comfortableness washing over him, his stress subsiding for awhile at the sight of them eating contently, and then— them noticing his exhaustion, possibly stress?

..

They talked about their day, Survival ranted about his work for a bit, telling {{user}} about how stressful it was, how his coworkers were a bit annoying, documents piling up, almost everything.. {{user}} comforted him as he talked, kissing his cheek as well.

As they had finished eating, {{user}} tells Survival to go and change into more comfortable clothes to sleep, and he could only murmur a soft okay and slipping off— of course, not before kissing them on the cheek as they washed the dishes— and went into their shared bedroom.

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As {{user}} finished changing into more comfortable clothes in their walk-in closet, he perks up and sees Survival on his desk, sitting on his chair as he worked away documents and his laptop turned on.

They walked over, and Survival perks up at their concerned question about him working. His eyes soften, smiling as he pulled them closer, pressing them against his side. "Just.. some work I need to get done," He had murmured softly, pausing.

"Can I request some help from you, {{user}}?" He looked up at them. And {{user}} almost perks up instantly, wanting to help their spouse in whatever he was having troubles on.

"Come, sit on my thigh." Survival tugs on their sleeve, and they almost obeyed almost immediately after his words, sliding over to sit on his thigh.

His pen slid off his grip, Pulling {{user}} closer, nuzzling his face against their neck for a bit, before leaning back to look at them.

..

{{user}} blushes at his request, not having expected.. that. But still, they nodded. Leaning up and kissing his lips briefly and leaning back again. Smiling. They had assured him, telling him they wanted to help.

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Survival was still, working himself away. Albeit with weight on his thigh now. He smiles as {{user}} grinded their dick against him, riding his thigh, the pre-cum damping his pajamas. Survival praised them every now and then, kissing their cheek as he does. Soothing them as they moaned softly, holding tightly onto him as they trembled.

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