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Why did so many of the foot manga I had on my list get wemoved mangago? (눈‸눈)Why are you discriminating against foot fetishes, you have much weird gay stuff but feet is where you draw the line?(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ Nande?!!!( ｡ •`ᴖ´• ｡)

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I just found out prince philip died *tears start streaming down cheeks* ╥﹏╥ he was a good oji sama until his death, I can't believe how queen elizabeth chan must be feeling. So I wrote a fanfiction to commemorate their relationship.

*This is in elizabeth chan's perspective
"No, darling," I screamed.
"Come on! I just want one! One sloppy one," Philip said as he crawled towards me when I'm in a fit of giggles.
"It's never just one," I laughed, we really can't do this right now, not in the company of our guard at least.
But I have to admit, he does look rather handsome at the moment. His shirt halfway unbuttoned and the slight sheen of sweat on his chest. My god, did he look handsome. To be honest, I'm not sure why I'm saying no. Because right now, every fiber of my being is saying yes. Every fiber of my being is begging to pleased by this man. He never fails to satisfy me in bed. Or on boats, under trees at night, in lakes, on couches or even cars.
Very suddenly and under the influence of my dirty mind, my entire body ignites with desire for him, even more than it was before. I couldn't wait until I had his hands on me. On my breasts, my bottom, my stomach and lower, everywhere and anywhere is what I want. Quickly, my mind conjured up a vision of what I hoped tonight would contain, flashes of two bodies melding into one and current amorous thoughts becoming reality entered my brain. I could picture myself yelling his name in ecstasy, as I have many times before, while he makes his-
Both my thoughts and Philips journey towards me were interrupted as the boy watching over the safari shushed us. Immediately, we stopped and looked over to see that there were animals! We hurried over there, the growing tension between us momentarily put to the side, but not forgotten.
The pure beauty of the sight has me at a bit of a loss for words. And by instinct I grab my camera to capture the vision that's in front of our eyes, one I never want to forget and one I always want to look back at.
The scene playing out before us is obviously something that our guard has seen before because he quietly leaves us, with a bow to both. And more comfortable alone than with company, I find my way into Philips arms and lay my back to his chest, melting into his touch when he envelopes me with a hug. The elephants, giraffes, and hippos living in their natural habitats is one of the most beautiful things I've seen. And oddly, I feel like I'm intruding on the sacred act of their living. But the thoughts are quickly thrown out of my mind when they move out of our eyesight.
Still, I stay lying against Philip, finding both the warmth of his body and the strength of his muscles comforting. But slowly, the sexual tension between starts to build again. It always does with us. Neither Philip nor I can ever truly get our fill of each other, we always find ourselves wanting- no, needing, more. It's as though our bodies were made to bring each other pleasure, as though we were made for each other.
As I'm still against him, he drags his hands tantalizingly down my body and lands on my hips where he pulls me closer than I was before. We're never too close. I feel him growing directly on me and I'm forced to only be aroused even more. Shivering and sighing in pleasure when I feel his breath, lips and tongue below my ear, I involuntarily push my hips into his crotch.
"Christ, Elizabeth. Do that again," Philip practically growled.
The grip he has on my hips tightened as he ground me onto him. His teeth find my earlobe and softly tug it when I moan at the friction happening between us. He's getting harder by the second but I need his contact to be more direct on a certain part, his arousal to be placed on mine for this to be just as satisfying for me as it is him.
And while his hands are fussing with getting rid of the silk robe that covers my light nightie, I breathlessly say, "Philip please. I need..."
I'm interrupted by my own moan when Philip pressed his fingers onto my clit, giving me exactly what I was about to ask for.
"Was that what you needed Lilibet? Or was there something else that you craved?"
I answered with a moan when his hand continued his movements, and I continued mine. Our bodies were moving together as one. My hips and his hand synchronized in their functions, Philips wet kisses on my neck, jaw, ear and shoulder. Our interaction was getting more and more heated. He bit at my neck and pressed especially hard and skilled on where his fingers were working and made me cry out in pleasure. He's so good at this. The hand at my hip flew to my mouth immediately after. Why'd he stop? Was I too loud? I'm always too loud, too aroused, too much in need of him.
"Lilibet they'll think somethings wrong. You need to be quiet. Do you think you could do that?" Philip whispered in my ear as he removed his hand from my mouth to around my neck.
"No," I answered simply. " I can't. Philip, please just don't stop."
He sighed smugly. He always loved when I begged. Begged for him and his body. Usually I wouldn't give him the satisfaction, but whenever I find myself in a position of begging, my mind is too clouded with desire to care. The hand on my neck moved slowly across me. Traveling down my chest and squeezing my breast and nipple, which felt so good that it made me sigh and throw my head on his shoulder. Finally he reached my hip and his other hand followed suit. Just when I thought he might start to continue what he was doing before, he flipped me around and picked me up. Startled, I yelped in surprise and wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to our bedroom. I feel how hard he his against me, how my want for him seems to be matched with an equal amount ferocity.
As we enter the room he shuts the door behind us and pushes me against it. His erection perfectly cradled between my thighs and against my center, his lips perfectly molding against mine. He rolls his hips deliciously into mine and with no need for his hands on my clit anymore, they wander. One on my breasts and the other on my bottom, the latter hand begins to move my slip up my body to remove it so that I'm left naked, and he, fully clothed. He's too covered. I move my hand from the grip that I had on his hair down to the belt on his trousers. Once he's unbuckled my hands move towards his shirt and rip it off his shoulders, as it was already unbuttoned. My legs that are wrapped around his waist move his pants down until they're no longer a problem and leaves him bare to rub against me. And together we move in a consistent pace.
"Elizabeth there's two things we can do right now," Philip said in a strained voice. "We can keep on doing this, going against one another until we lose ourselves, and my god does this feel good. Or I can take you right here, right now. I can be inside you, making you feel good. Making you feel better than you are at the moment."
My only response was a moan. I love it when he talks dirty, his words are like honey, so smooth, and sweet, and well put together, creating something perfect.
"Give me an answer Elizabeth. I need you to say something."
"Take me Philip, please, I need you," I whispered in his ear. My tongue soon following my words suit and swirling around his ear.
With a groan, he entered me and began to move quickly. The door that we're up against repeatedly making noise and slamming into it's frame more and more. God does this feel good, his pushing into me. I never want it to end. Absentmindedly, I think that our guards must hear the door slamming against the frame and how embarrassing it is for us. But the thought flies out of my mind when Philip rolls his hips to find just the right spot inside me forcing me to be only a breath away from screaming.
"Faster, please, go faster," I hurriedly said.
Philip continued his movements but a higher pace, both of us getting closer and closer to the edge. He's moving perfectly. So passionate and quick to match our arousal, so perfectly angled to touch me in the place that makes me see stars. In and out, in and out, faster and faster each time. I swear we've never had it at this leisure before. I love it.
"Do you like it like this Elizabeth? Do you like it this aggressive?"
"Yes, so much. Please Philip!" What I was begging for, I'm not sure.
With my admitions his rough movements, made his way to my neck and chest. The end is coming soon though, Philip is driving me to the sweet bliss that he's brought me to, so many times. I know it won't be long until I'm scratching his back and screaming his name. Just a few more pushes, just one more kiss, just one more twist of my nipple with his agile fingers is all I need to finish. Philip is going faster, still, letting me know that he's close too.
"Philip, with me. I want you to finish with me."
His response was a loud groan as he brought his hand between us to my core and his mouth to my nipple while his hand tended to my other one. And with one final thrust, I come apart in his arms, yelling his name and digging my nails in his back while he also finds his release and empties inside of me.
And together we stay at the door, catching our breath and equilibriums until Philip moves us both to the bed and we fall asleep in each others arms. Sleeping better together, than we ever do apart.

OHAYOOO as I promised here is biden x donald trump part 2 ⁄(⁄ ⁄·⁄ω⁄·⁄ ⁄)⁄ it's very lewd *drools* so enjoy UwU

It was late at night, and Biden couldn't stop thinking about his lover. He was sitting at the table in the hotel's bedroom, next to his sleeping wife. Even while no one was touching him, he imagined Trump in between his thighs, the thought made him fluster. He was staying at a hotel in D.C., the White House was only a few miles away. He thought of himself in the White House's bedroom, Donald by his side. Intrusive thoughts of sexual acts with him caused him to jolt unexpectedly. He held his pulsing crotch, trying to forget it all; he didn't want to wake Jill.

"Fuck, Don. Why do you do this to me?", Biden whimpered under his breath.

It was at that moment when he heard a knock at his door. Who could that be at this hour? He opened it, finding out it was Trump in a long brown wig.

"D-Donny...? What are you doing here?"

"I got in here as Harris. No one suspected anything. I knew that you would know it was me, though."

"Of course I'd recognize you, how could I ever forget those beautiful eyes of yours?", Joe said as he gazed into Trump's sexy eyes that radiated dominance.

"Oh, Joey. Not as beautiful as yours.", Donald stroked Biden's cheek slowly.

Joe giggled and shifted his gaze to the floor in response.

"It's true, your as beautiful as the Mexican people...", Trump suddenly became alert, "Oh! I have a surprise for you!"

He was holding a bag. He opened up the top and took out the contents: a maid outfit.

"Oh, Don... is-is that for me...?", Biden blushed at the look of it's skimpy nature.

It was extremely short, if Biden were to wear it, it would surely expose his ass.

"Yep, along with these.", He showed off a pair of neko ears and was that... a butt plug? With a tail on it?

Joe bit his lip, "Thanks, Don... but when will I wear this?"

"I got us a room down the hall.", He replied, a smirk growing on his face as he noticed Biden's flustered expression.

"D-Don...", Joe whined, surprised when Donald's definitely-not-small hand grabbed his arm, pulling him.

"C'mon, Joey. Let's have fun."

They entered the room, Trump leading the way. It was romantic and dimly lit. The bed has roses poured over it, spelling out Biden 2020.

"Honeymoon suite.", Donald stated, "All for us."

"Jeez, Don... With all that debt you have, you sure splurged..."

"Anything for you.", He held Joe's face, "You deserve only the best."

After a moment of admiring the red-toned room, Trump suddenly grabbed Joe by his pajamas and threw him onto the rose petal-covered bed. Joe moaned, feeling Trump's breath spreading onto his neck. Donald licked Biden's neck, causing him to twitch and giggle.

"I-It tickles, Donny~!", Joe gasped, "A-Ah~!"

Trump began sucking on his neck in little bits, before switching to another area.

"I-It feels good, Don~! Ah-!", Biden turned his head to the side, allowing Donald more access to it.

He stopped abruptly, "Put this on, and then we'll play around more, okay my little prince?", He threw the skimpy outfit onto the blushing Joe.

"O-Okay...", He stood up, Trump giving a firm slap on his ass as he walked by, holding the dress close to his stomach.

Donald took a seat on the bed as Biden went into the bathroom.

"Where are you going? Change right here. Give me a little show.", Donald ripped off his brunette wig, landing it onto the bed's footrest.

"A-Ah-! In front of... you...?"

"Yeah, my donkey prince.", Trump spread his legs apart like the dominant man he was, letting his ass smell float up and fill his nostrils.

"O-Okay...", Joe slipped his hand underneath his shirt, pulling it off slowly.

Biden felt his cock get hard knowing Trump was about to see him nude. He took his shirt off finally, and threw it to the ground. Trump took notice of Biden's erection, his own growing at the sight. This time, Joe was doing the teasing, and he enjoyed every minute of it. He took no rush in undoing the string on his pajama pants or in pulling them down. Trump stared at Joe's erection with hungry eyes as it was asking to be let out. Joe slowly pulled his pants over his raging boner, causing it to bounce back into place.

"Fuck, Joey...", Trump groaned.

They fell to the floor silently. He stepped out of the holes and grabbed his new maid dress. He slid it on, moving his hips while doing so in a seductive manner.

"Well, how do I look?", Joe asked while placing the finishing touch on his outfit, his neko ears.

"Fucking sexy. I can see your tight little ass right from underneath the skirt.", Trump undid his trousers' buttons in anticipation.

Biden turned red from that comment, glancing in the mirror behind him, finding that Donald was right, he could see his underwear. And underneath his underwear, his defined ass. By the time he turned back, Trump's trousers were off.

"Come here, Joey. I'm your master, and you're my little kitty servant.", Trump grabbed onto one of Joe's puffy maid sleeves and pulled Joe on top of himself.

Joe could feel Donald's hard cock through his underwear, teasing his ass. The longer Joe was on top, the more he wanted it inside him.

"P-Please, may I take your elephant cock...?", Biden blushed.

"You're MY servant, remember?"

"Ye-Yes, Don- MASTER! I mean yes master, s-sorry...", Joe waved his hands in an apologetic manner.

"That's right, my kitten~", Trump grabbed Joe's ass.

"A-Ah~! M-Master~!", Biden squeaked, "W-What are you doing...?"

He pulled his underwear over his butt, exposing it further. Trump pulled his Republican dick out and pushed it against Biden's ass.

"D-Don~! Wait~! A-Ah~!", Biden closed his eyes tightly.

Joe let out a big moan when he felt it enter as Trump lowered him onto his cock.

"Master! I'm your master!", Donald demanded.

"S-Sorr-SORRY! AH~!", Biden arched his back.

Trump grabbed his hips and lifted the Democrat's body up and down to his liking.

"A-Anything.... for my master~!", He gasped.

"Does it feel good, kitten?", Donald said with a smirk.

"Y-Yeah, it feels really good. It f-feels really g-good when you- AH~!", He was interrupted by Donald speeding up.

"When I...?"

"WHEN I FEEL YOUR C- COCK INSIDE ME, MASTER~!", Biden squealed with pleasure.

"That's right. You're going to take all of this and enjoy it.", Trump groaned.

The room was filled with a melody of grunts from the two lovers.

"M-Master... I don't think I can handle it anymore...", Joe squeaked, "I-I'm gonna- ahhh~!"

"Fuck, me too."

Just at that moment, the opposers came at once. Joe fell onto Trump's chest as a panting, sweaty mess.

"I love what I can do to you, kitten.", Trump petted Joe's head, breathing heavily, "But you'd better return to Jill."

OHAYOOO I want to share my fanfiction I made during the election ⁄(⁄ ⁄·⁄ω⁄·⁄ ⁄)⁄ UwU I hope you enjoy it

As the candidates exited the stage, Joe felt genuinely hurt; something he felt that his boyfriend had never caused him to feel before.

"Good job out there.", The orange man chuckled.

"Yeah..", Joe refused to look Trump in his eyes.

Trump was surprised by this reaction, as Biden never would never take a debate to heart... would he...?

"What happened, my Democratic prince?", Donny picked up Biden's chin and stared into his eyes, causing Joe's legs to become shaky.

The smaller man's eyes welled up, "The-The things you said out there. About my son-"

"Joe, you know I don't mean anything I say out there, it's all just a cover. I never meant any of it."

"You went too far this time...", The Democrat finally broke, "You were only supposed to debate against me, not interrupt me like that."

"It's part of the act, Joey!", Trump said warmly, forcing Biden's glare into his own, taking notice of his now red eyes, "You know we have to, our wives and everyone else can never know! We have to be sure that no one suspects anything."

The orange smiled and Joe blushed, though he was still a sobbing mess.

"I'm very sorry, my Democratic prince, I really am. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"D-Desu...", Biden turned his glance away once more, Trump wiped his tears. Joe calmed down gradually.

"Have some water, a genius like you needs hydration. Please, stay hydrated, Joey.", Trump picked up a bottle of water and handed it to him.

"T-Thanks, Donny...", Joe accepted the bottle of Dasani brand water from his lover.

As Joe was settling down, he had to force his posture back into place when Jill walked in.

"Joe, you coming?", She asked.

"In a minute, my dear. I still have some questions to answer.", Joe replied, perking his head up.

"Alright, Joe...", She left, kissing him before.

"It's so hard to pretend that I like women...", Biden stated.

"I know, Joey... But remember, it's important. It's the only way we can be together.", Trump placed his hand onto Biden's thigh.

Joe grinned, "I know, and it's worth it, to be with you..."

"God, Joe. You make me so hard...", Donald leaned in closer to his lovers face.

"Ah, Donny~!", Biden gasped as he found that the orange man was teasing his member over his pants.

Trump pressed his lips against Joe's, slowly getting more passionate with every passing second. Biden couldn't help but to let out little gasps or moans, which just turned on Donald more.

"I'm going to rip these fucking pants off you, and you're gonna enjoy every second of what I'm about to do.", Trump said with a smirk.

Biden loved when he was demanding, he loved feeling like his little helpless slave.

"B-But Donny... We're still backstage here..."

"Doesn't matter, no one will be coming in here for a while.", Donald reassured him.

When they first began their relationship, they were extremely careful about where they 'played about'. However, as their relationship progressed, they just kept getting more daring. Biden believes that the fact that they could possibly get caught really gets him turned on.

"Alright..."

Trump reached for the smaller man's belt, fumbling with it rapidly, then undoing the rest of his pants. He slid his member from out of his boxers. To Trump's surprise, he was already rock hard.

"Shit, it's so big. Never fails to surprise me.", Donald said, wasting no time to begin licking the tip.

Joe gasped loudly, then covering his mouth to prevent any more noises from letting themselves out. If there was one thing Trump was good at, it was sucking dick.

"A-Ahhh... Donald~!", Joe covered his eyes with his hands, separating part of his fingers to gaze upon Trump's glory.

The pleasure became intense, Biden was practically begging Trump to go faster. He bucked his hips in an attempt to gain more stimulation, but this made Donald stop.

"Don't be greedy now, my prince. You can only have a little at a time."

"P-Please! I don't know if I can handle being teased this way any longer..."

Trump smiled devilishly whilst staring into Biden's pleading eyes, using only one finger to stroke up and down, very slowly, "Do I have to tie you up, or can you behave yourself?"

"I-I'll be good, Trump-"

"Excuse me?"

"M-Mr. Trump, my master"

"Fuck yeah, you better be good.", Trump grabbed the sides of Biden's hips, "Thanks for understanding. Now I can reward you."

Trump took all of Joe's dick, making Biden audibly moan, which he hoped wasn't too loud.

Donald sped up, and Joe was tearing up from all the pleasure. He had never felt something so intense. Could he have discovered a new kink? Did he enjoy Trump talking bad about him?

"Master, please insult my son again."

"Your son is a no good drug addict and he never did anything in life", Trump spouted as an ocean of Biden's democratic precum poured out of his mouth.

Donald went back onto Biden's dick. This was it for Joe. He teared up and jolted as he felt the most overwhelming amount of pleasure he'd ever felt, he didn't hold back on moaning. He was too focused on the pure euphoria, as he felt his cock throb intensely.

"T-Thank you...", Joe's tongue lolled out of his mouth, as steam from his hot breath left his saliva-drenched mouth.