#technically not their first kiss but kind of their first kiss

[yanderes-galore]

Eee, prompt number 5, 8, 15 for Cassidy

p.s I'm so normal about that cowboy

🍀 anon

Of course! I hope you like this :) Sorry it took so long! I managed to get plot help from ♠️ Anon, so I hope you like what we both came up with.

Yandere! Cole Cassidy Prompts 5, 8, 15

"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!"

"I could look into those eyes forever...."

"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Isolation, Kidnapping (Technically), Possessive behavior, Toxic relationship, Consensual turned Forced relationship.

"Come on, darlin'... you look like you could need a few days to rest."

That's how this started, isn't it? Cole Cassidy, your charming cowboy boyfriend, had offered to take you on an isolated vacation to his cabin. The offer was thoughtful enough... The cowboy had seen how hard you've been working since Overwatch began its recall.

Not liking the idea of his dearest overworking themselves he wanted to make sure you could relax and smile for once. Seeing the offer as nothing sinister... you accepted. Completely unaware of any ulterior motives your boyfriend could've had.

Honestly, at first your vacation is wonderful. You promised your boyfriend you'd take a few days off from work and enjoy nature instead of the bustling city. Cole loved to see the smile on your face as he took you on walks and sat beside you at the lake.

The cowboy couldn't imagine a better date... watching in awe as your eye sprung to life and glittered in joy.

The vacation contained flirting, relaxing nights, and just the two of you. However, the looming thought of work always managed to creep into your mind. Something that annoyed your boyfriend to no end.

Cole never liked the idea of you going back to Overwatch. Perhaps it's because he's had... bad experiences... but he just wished you'd sit back and let him care for you. That was one of the reasons for the vacation.

To convince you to get away from it all... you rely on him from now on....

But you never listened to his thoughts on the matter.

No matter how much Cole showered you in gifts and attention, you always said you needed to work. As the vacation time trickled down... Cole was determined to change your mind. Can't you see working for Overwatch makes you unhappy?

"Why not stay a bit longer, darlin'? The city's just so... loud, isn't it? Do you really have to go back?" Cole continues, stepping closer to your packing form.

"Working for Overwatch pays well, Cole. The vacation was lovely though...." You sigh, the cowboy staring for a moment as he clenches his fist in silence.

"Baby... you're miserable there. Just call in sick..." Cole hums, strolling closer to hold your waist and put his head on your shoulder. "Or even better, quit and stay here with me... I can provide for you and you can be happy."

Cole's words drip with saccharine, a sweet and honeyed feeling bubbles within you but you know better. He wants to trap you with him using his words. Treating you as if you're a fly stuck in a sweet but sticky trap....

"Don't try to bribe and manipulate me, Cole." You hiss, prying his arms off you the best you can. "You know I have to work, like it or not."

"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!" Cole hums, turning you so he can cup your face gently. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't want to see you happy...?"

You stare at Cole for a moment, his eyes are sharp and dark. He waits for you to object and you sigh. For now... you'll play along.

"Fine... one more night, okay?" You admit, causing Cole to smile.

"Of course, darlin'." Cole whispers, kissing your lips softly.

"Just one more night."

----

One more night was long enough for him to make sure things were perfect. By the time you woke up in the morning, Cole had prepared breakfast. It was only after that when you realized something was... wrong.

When you went to put your stuff in the truck, you noticed the door was locked. Not just that but the windows were too. Upon further inspection through said windows, the truck was gone... and Cole acted as though this was fine.

Everything was locked tight... the truck Cole had was gone... and you were stuck. Cole eventually forced a grin as he stalked closer. To him... your vacation was still going smoothly.

"You care about that job more than me, honey... I had to do something, didn't I?" Cole hums, eyes never leaving yours as he leans in front of you. He sighs in a happy tone as he reaches out to touch your face. "I could look into those eyes forever... y'know that?"

You respond by smacking his hand away, breathing picking up as though you were a cornered rabbit. Cole looks annoyed, but doesn't make any sudden movements as of yet. Why won't you just enjoy yourself?

"You locked me in here!?" You panic, the cowboy frowning as you glare at him. You're pressed against the locked door as Cole traps you in place. He gave up on hiding his true nature.

"It's for your own good, can't you see that?" Cole hisses, keeping you in place. "With me, you're happy. With me, you're safe. Out in Overwatch you have to deal with Talon. Look...I want my domestic little darlin' to listen to me and let me provide for you. Let us enjoy a vacation where there's no one else!"

"That isn't for you to decide!" You shout back, only for Cole to cover your mouth with his bionic hand.

"Yet I did it anyway, hm~?" Cole purrs, moving his hand to tilt your chin up. "Look at us... bickering like we're married."

You merely glare at him as Cole plays with your lips. His gaze holds a possessive kind of adoration... grinning to himself as if he's won a petty argument. This was when you learned your boyfriend was sick.

"Now... let's not let out little argument ruin our vacation." Cole whispers, a subtle hint of a threat in his tone. "Won't you please smile for me... don't make me force you...."

You feel his grip tighten on your chin and decide it's best to play his game until an opportunity presents itself. Reluctantly, you smile for your twisted boyfriend. The cowboy smiles back happily... leaning and kissing your lips quickly.

"My little darlin' deserves to be spoiled, don't you~?" Cole hums, holding your hands

You nod once again...

Internally plotting how to escape this wooden prison.

[ineed-to-sleep]

Well you see they're just very good friends

[foxaoxarts]

BEE KISS TOMORR- *dead* /j

If anyone wants to watch me drawing this like a little victorian child then the timelapse is below the cut 🤣

(FLICKER WARNING. It's all through out so be careful!👍 )

[born-to-lose]

Double shift last weekend and this is the only picture I got (which my coworker actually took with me for her Facebook story RIGHT when I looked like shit and it was low effort makeup day because I had to be there early to open the bar)

[persephoneggsy]

i did it for sebhawke, so why not do it for hilde/cullen?

[unproduciblesmackdown]

asia kate dillon as achilles in iphigenia crash land falls on the neon shell that was once her heart (a rave fable)

[teddybasmanov]

Thinking about it, I think Hollow has more character/listener deaths on his channel than kisses.

[katierosefun]

i just saw this tweet and my brain obviously thought about juwon kissing dongsik's scar on his thigh reverently, eyes closed at first then looking up at him with adoring eyes while dongsik keeps his eyes on him and strokes juwon's hair gently, a smile on his face that rivals the one he gave during the arrest scene ಥ_ಥ

anon you have no idea how much this is one of my favorite images in the whole world, i could write circles around the image about joo won and dong sik's scars and also dong sik just being . . . quietly happy and also in awe/love of this silly fool who's attached himself to dong sik's entire personhood . . .

also not to plug, but i think i loved this image for so long that this was actually one of my first beyond evil fics

[moved-to-void-kissed]

Adriana's Pokémon

..I may or may not have put far too much thought into the various Pokémon that my self-insert Adri obtains throughout her journey in Reborn, and then also came up with no less than four theme teams that she could use in Arclight's nightclub. So I wanted to share them here as well!

Since there are quite a few different teams here, I've decided to put the list under a readmore, and I want to stress that these are purely out of attachment to the Pokémon in question rather than any sort of actual competitive viability (as will probably be evident when you look at the teams, hehe). The Pokémon are listed in canonical order of acquisition for the two journey teams, but not in any particular order for the other teams.

Kalos journey team: Lumi (Shiny Pumpkaboo), Regalia (Aegislash), Spectre (Gengar), Calcifer (Chandelure), Anima (Rotom), Rowan (Trevenant). Spectre can Mega-Evolve. This is the team that Adri uses during her first journey as a Pokémon Trainer, before she comes to Reborn. Lumi is Adriana's partner Pokémon, and she is a companion Pokémon who does not participate in battles, so Regalia technically functions as her starter from a battling perspective since it was the first Pokémon she had been given by her parents to start off her journey.

Reborn journey team: Echo (Mimikyu), Drifter (Drifblim), Willow (Aevian Mismagius), Sidera (Gothitelle), Prince Kai (Jellicent), Argent (Reborn-Shiny Silvally), Soulfire (Chandelure), Gemstone (Sableye), Lady (Reborn-Shiny Froslass), Corybantia (Aegislash), Amethyst (Reborn-Shiny Mismagius), Selene (Reborn-Shiny Cresselia), Phantom (Marshadow), Nightmare (Reborn-Shiny Darkrai), Galea (Reborn-Shiny Giratina). Argent holds the Ghost Memory, and Gemstone can Mega-Evolve. You might notice that this "team" has a) way more than six Pokémon and b) is listed in order of acquisition when you can't normally get Aevian Misdreavus or Mimikyu until later in the game than I've listed them. To the first point, these are all the Pokémon that Adri canonically obtains during her journey - though she gifts Sidera to Luna - and some are kind of needed for progression (Drifter to fly, Prince Kai to surf and dive, etc.); the team of six that she actually completes the main game with are Echo, Argent, Soulfire, Gemstone, Lady, and Corybantia, with Phantom and Galea then swapping in to her battling team during the postgame. To the second point.. I figured that it was reasonable for the Pokémon that I've moved to show up before the first gym (in Seacrest's garden and hanging around the city for Willow and Echo respectively), and it makes attempting to run a "canon team playthrough" of the actual game way more viable.

Gym Leader team: Lady (Reborn-Shiny Froslass), Echo (Mimikyu), Soulfire (Chandelure), Gemstone (Sableye), Corybantia (Aegislash), Amethyst (Reborn-Shiny Mismagius). As the name implies, this is the team Adriana uses once she becomes the Reborn League's Ghost-type Gym Leader; her "ace" Pokémon in terms of levels is technically Amethyst. She chooses to take her battles in Iolia Valley rather than in the Abandoned Power Plant as Shade had, so this team would be fought on the Dark Crystal Cavern field if it existed in-game.

Themed teams:

Kalosian Noble - Parfum (Aromatisse), Jacaranda (Trevenant), Corybantia (Aegislash), Mona (Crystal Aegislash), Diamantaire (Diancie), Lethe (Yveltal). Diamantaire can and will Mega-Evolve. This team would be fought on the Fairy Tale Field, if fields are enabled. It is themed around Adriana's origins as the daughter of a noble family in Kalos and the fact she was originally supposed to have become one of Valerie's Gym Trainers if she hadn't instead found her Shiny Pumpkaboo, hence why all the Pokémon originate from Kalos (except for Mona being a Reborn-exclusive altform) and most of them are Fairy-type. (Yes, Mona is named after the god-slaying sword from another game series that you might be suspecting her to be.)

Second Timeline - Arcan (Delphox), Rosalyne (Roserade), Sapphire (Reborn-Shiny Ampharos), Kelaino (Honchkrow), Argent (Reborn-Shiny Silvally), Corybantia (Aegislash). Argent holds the Ice Memory, and Sapphire can and will probably Mega-Evolve. This team would be fought on the Factory Field, if fields are enabled, though Adriana has multiple ways of changing the field in her team (such as Sapphire's Discharge or Rosalyne's Grassy Terrain), so that could very easily change mid-battle. It is supposed to represent the team that I myself used to beat the game for the first time, which is therefore the team Adri canonically used in the previous timeline where she was the chosen protagonist.

Galea's Chosen - Maelstrom (Reborn-Shiny Altaria), Phantom (Marshadow), Corybantia (Aegislash), Argent (Reborn-Shiny Silvally), Nightmare (Reborn-Shiny Darkrai), Galea (Reborn-Shiny Giratina). Argent holds the Dragon Memory, and Maelstrom can and will Mega-Evolve. This team would be fought on the New World field, if fields are enabled. It is probably the strongest of Adriana's teams considering the field (which can't be overwritten!) and how many legendaries are in it, which makes sense considering it is supposed to reflect her having been chosen by a Giratina.

Void-kissed - Alatus (Absol), Amethyst (Reborn-Shiny Mismagius), Sidera (Gothitelle), Luna (Umbreon), Phantom (Marshadow), Nightmare (Reborn-Shiny Darkrai). Alatus can and will Mega-Evolve. This team would be fought on the Dark Crystal Cavern field, if fields are enabled. It is supposed to demonstrate Adriana's connection to Luna, since she also has an Absol and Umbreon of her own (named White Rabbit and Cheshire respectively), Luna is associated with Darkrai (albeit probably not necessarily its Shiny, as well as Cresselia) while Adriana is associated with Marshadow (as well as Giratina), and Adriana gave her Gothitelle (Sidera) to Luna while Luna then caught a Reborn-Shiny Mismagius (Amethyst) and decided to give it to Adriana.

And that's all the teams I've come up with so far! Thank you so much to everyone who has read to this point! It really means a lot ^-^

[lighthouseborn]

to balance the extremely odd energy i just put out here though i really do think. and i maybe think about this a lot but- i really do think. the movie is wrong because carina definitely kissed him first. send post.

[angelltheninth]

Making Out with Hazbin Hotel Men But with the No Touching Rule

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox, Valentino x Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive, established relationship, making out, grinding, teasing, being needy, kissing games

A/N: I can't remember where I heard this was a thing but it sounded interesting.

Alastor doesn't need to try, he can very easily keep his hands to himself. You need to beg for his touch if you want him but his lips are every where on you, kissing and sucking, no biting yet. You need to break and touch him first, then he'll bite.

Lucifer lasts a pretty long time while you make out but one carefully placed nibble on his bottom lip and his hands are on your hips. His winds come out quickly after, flying you both into the air. Technically he could kiss you against the ceiling if you wanted.

Adam thinks this game is absolute bullshit and loses in the first second. No game will tell him that he can't touch his lover, he's not gonna let you trick him like that. He will hold you against his soft belly and kiss you until your lungs and lips hurt from it.

Angel Dust has a lot of fun with games like these, they make everything more interesting in his opinion. Are there any punishments involved cause if so he will try extra hard. He does have multiple sets of hands so it will be a very hard time for him.

Husk makes this an easy win for him. Of course he does, he was a gambling overlord once, these kinds of games are his thing. But unlike his previous games there won't be anything lost here, only more kisses, and maybe some occasional purring.

Sir Pentious is only able to take it for one minute before his tail coils around you and he holds you close. He is careful not to bite you but a playful nibble here and there is fine with you. That being said you will never let him forget how quickly he folded to you.

Vox knows you will be the one to touch him first. He lays back with his hands behind his head and just waits for you to grab him by the shoulders for a deeper kiss. You are so damn predictable and he's not saying that as a bad thing.

Valentino will tell you how much he hates this game but is too stubborn to lose to you. He will make you grind against him but not touch him, he will drive you insane and make you a needy mess on top of him. All the while only kissing you.

[scribbledghost]

Simon having sex with reader on the Thanksgiving dinner table? Maybe he comes home from work really late to a table full of food and reader looking pretty as ever, and he decides to show his gratitude.🥴😏

Welcome Home

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,009

Warnings: oral (F receiving), table sex, dirty talk, praise, use of "good girl", tongue clicks from Simon

Note: Everyone say "Thank you @sillylittlereader " for fueling my feral Scribs-brained behavior (Also everyone say "thank you anon" bc that addition made me literally lol). Gonna combine these two cause I caaaaaan. Happy Wanksgiving all! Hopefully yall enjoy my first attempt at full smut after many, many moons.

As soon as Simon opens the front door and steps inside, he knows he's in for a good evening.

The smell of food hits him immediately, the house warmer than usual from where you'd been cooking. He discards his boots and follows the scent into the kitchen, where he finds you milling about and putting another dish onto the counter. It joins several others, and he's quick to notice at least a couple of his favorites.

"Now what's all this?" He says with a grin. You look back at him with a matching look.

"Dinner," you say simply. "I know doing day work and training on-base isn't your favorite, so I figured I'd make a nice, big meal for you. Everything's on the counter, table's cleaned off, so all you have to do is make your plate and eat."

A warm feeling constricts Simon's chest, and he finds himself unable to resist striding towards you and pulling you in for a kiss.

And another.

And another.

As he parts from you, hands on your hips as you look at him with a lidded gaze, he realizes there's one thing he wants before he enjoys the work you've put into welcoming him home.

"I know it's technically bad form, love," he rumbles, guiding you by the hips back towards the table, "but maybe you could let me have dessert first, yeah?"

"Oh, I suppose I can allow it. Just this once," you reply with a sly grin that he matches.

With that, he hefts you up onto the table and takes a seat between your legs. 

He wastes little time lifting your shirt just enough to press a few hot, open-mouthed kisses to your stomach. From there, he helps you quickly divest yourself of your pants and underwear, grabbing both and helping you lift yourself from the table just long enough for him to pull both off in one fluid motion. 

When the garments land on the floor, Simon hooks his arms beneath your legs, pulls you closer to him, and buries his face in you.

If there is one thing Simon does well when he's not in the field, it's eating. He devours you like a man starved, like he'll never get another chance to taste you. He dips his tongue into you before sliding it up to your clit, kissing and sucking and lapping at you in a practiced manner he knows works. As much as he knows he should give you a few of his fingers to help stretch you open for what is to come, he can't help but forgo the courtesy, too invested in tasting your slick to waste any.

"Taste so fucking good, baby," he moans, "can't get enough of this cunt. Never get enough of you."

He's telling the truth. He could spend hours with his head buried between your thighs. In fact, he has before. He wonders if you'll be so kind as to let him do it again tomorrow morning; have him wake you with his tongue and continue like that until you start pushing him away.

But that's a thought for later. For now, he's got much more important matters to attend to.

He feels your hand grab his hair, a low groan tearing from his lungs as you pull him deeper into you. The hands on your skin tighten their grip, his brows knit together in concentration.

"That's it love," he says, voice muffled by your cunt, "take what you want from me."

Your hips buck against him and he follows, cock hard and twitching in his pants as you moan for him. He knows you're close by the way your thighs shake in his grasp, and he's determined to all but drag you over the edge.

Your breathing gets shallower, interspersed with staccato moans and whines. You breathe his name into the air, and Simon growls against your heat.

"That's it love," he encourages again, "be good and cum for me, yeah?"

With that, he returns to his task at hand, laser-focused on getting what he wants.

And what he wants is for you to smother him. What he wants is for you to envelop him, make it so nothing else so much as touches any of his senses.

He wants - no, needs - to make you feel good. To help you fall from the precipice and lose yourself to what he's giving you.

And fall you do.

With a sharp cry of his name, he feels your sex clench and twitch against his mouth as you come undone beneath him. He helps you through it, moaning soft, affirmative "mhm"s as you ride your orgasm to its end.

When you slump against him, muscles finally relaxing, he gives you one last lick with the flat of his tongue before moving to kiss your thighs.

"Good girl," he says softly, "so, so good for me."

He begins a slow ascent, nudging his nose against the hem of your shirt and pushing it upwards so he can mouth at the skin just beneath it.

After pressing a few more kisses to your abdomen and stomach, he stands, removing his shirt and using it to somewhat dry his face before discarding it. 

"Look so fuckin' pretty when you cum," he says as he leans in to kiss you properly. "Never gonna get tired of watchin' you."

Simon's hips rut against you as his tongue dips into your mouth, a light hum leaving him as he hears you whine softly.

"I know, baby," he murmurs apologetically against your lips, "I know you're still sensitive. Jus' can't help it, yeah? Wanna make sure you're nice and wet before I take you."

It's an excuse, and both of you know it. Simon knows you're plenty ready for him, especially after one orgasm, but he's allowing himself to be selfish. To give himself a taste of you before he devours you again in another way. In the depths of his brain, he wonders if some of your slick will coat his belt. Wonders if it will dry there, where he will carry it with him the next time he wears it to base. An invisible mark of ownership.

He could keep going, keep grinding against you until he comes undone without ever even removing his own pants.

But that simply will not do. Not for Simon. And after you whine again against his mouth, the overstimulation on your clit no doubt bordering on painful, he gives you mercy.

At least, that's what he tells himself as he unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, pushing them just far down enough with his briefs to release his cock from its confines.

"See what you do to me, love?" he says lowly as he slides gently against your heat, coating himself in a mix of your spend and his precum. 

Then, deciding he's had enough teasing for one afternoon, Simon begins the slow push into you.

He's not a small man, and he knows it. Saying so doesn't come from a place of inflated ego, but rather from real, practical experience, both with you and past lovers. He guides himself into you as gently as he's able, not wanting the pressure he knows you must feel to turn into pain.

But then, as his hips are about halfway to you, he notices something.

You've closed your eyes.

And, again, that simply will not do.

"Hey. Hey," he says gruffly before he clicks his tongue twice at you, "eyes open, love. Want you to look at me while I stuff you full."

You give him a bleary look, eyelids just barely obeying his command as he continues to push deeper into you. 

The pair of you erupt in joint moans when the front of his thighs meet your body. Simon leans forward to rest his forehead against yours as he catches his breath.

"Fuck, love, you feel so fucking good," he breathes into the space between you. 

"So do you," you answer in an equally breathless tone. 

Simon surges forward to kiss you, keeping his lips on yours as he begins to roll his hips. Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you. 

As much as he wants to draw this out, as much as he wants to start slowly and build up until you're both tense and begging for release, he simply can't find it in himself to wait any longer. His hips seem to move of their own accord, snapping into you and punching moans from your lungs. 

When he pulls back for a moment to stand and watch your body, he notices that your eyes are once again closed as you're lost to the pleasure he's giving you.

"Show me those pretty eyes, love," he says softly. When you only whine in response, he reluctantly stills his thrusts.

"Hey, eyes on me," he says more harshly, once again clicking his tongue at you. "You open those eyes and look at me."

You slowly obey, and he feels you clench around him when he clicks his tongue. When he's satisfied that you're watching, he begins his thrusts again.

"There she is," he says breathlessly with a grin. "There's my girl."

He holds your gaze as he continues, fucking into you at an increasing pace. He is enraptured by you. By your voice, by your body, by your gaze. He chases his high, but quickly realizes there's something important that he's forgotten.

"Reach down and touch yourself for me, love," he commands. "Want you to give me one more before I fill you."

To your credit, you do as he asks, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit as he continues to thrust into you. The action catapults Simon impossibly closer to his peak, though by some grace he manages to hold himself together as you chase another orgasm.

It doesn't take as long as Simon assumes it will for you to come again. Or perhaps it does. Time has long since become an abstract concept to Simon, just as it always does when he's inside of you like this. Nevertheless, he feels your walls flutter around him as you sigh his name.

"Good girl," he croons to you as you come, "good girl."

Once you come down, he throws his self-restraint to the wind and surges towards his own orgasm in earnest. 

"Gonna cum, love," he says, leaning in to touch his forehead to yours again. "Gonna fill you up, make you mine."

You don't respond in words, but he feels a hand grab the back of his head as you pull his lips to yours. 

A groan rips through his body as Simon comes, stilling inside of you as his cock twitches. He moans out some approximation of your name against your lips as he loses himself.

An indeterminate amount of time later, when the two of you part and begin to catch your breath, you lock eyes.

And you both laugh.

A light, beautiful sound.

"Well, can't say I was expecting that," you say.

"Had to thank you somehow, love," he quips. 

He helps you to sit up, tucking himself back into his pants as he leaves his shirt on the floor and his belt unbuckled. He aids you in putting your pants and underwear back on, softly promising to help you shower after you both eat.

"After all," he says as he kisses you, "it'd be a tragedy to let all this food get any colder than it is already."

You laugh softly at him.

"And whose fault would that be, Mr. Riley?"

"Yours," he says with a teasing nip to your shoulder, "not my fault you looked good enough to eat."

The soft, good-natured groan you give him as you lightly shove him from you warms his heart. On the field, he prides himself on being cold, calculated, and for leaving little room for anything else. But here, in his home, with you by his side, he feels like the battlefield is a thousand years away.

[sweets4dolls]

okok so like,,,, i know by technicality this shouldn’t be possible and feel free to ignore this but i’m thinking how do vox and valentino handle poor little bunny reader when she’s in heat/her rut and she’s locked herself in her room cause she’ll go crazy,,,,, likeeeee you can’t think that idea would at least be interesting,,,,,

𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉

pairings: vox + bunny!fem!reader, valentino + bunny!fem!reader

content warnings: smut, not proofread, tummy bulge, lots of cum, heat

notes: i was actually thinking the same thingggg, took me forever to get to tho </3

poor you, who was going through her first heat in hell.

not knowing what was going on and too embarrassed to say anything, you coop up in your room for the whole day, trying to ride it out by yourself as you lay miserably alone in your bed, all feral as you twist your legs around your pillow and hump it, desperate for any kind of satiating touch.

of course, since you never go a day without seeing the two demons, its was a matter of time until the pair of them go up to your room, surprised to find the door locked, an occurrence that had never happened before.

without hesitating, vox zaps the doorhandle, unlocking it as both step inside of the room, surprised to see their little bun a quivering mess as she ruts against her pillow.

when you see them, you let out a cry and pull the covers over your soft body, try to cover up from them, only earning a chuckle from valentino as they both survey their baby bunny in such a state.

valentino knows exactly what's happening, he's seen it in some of his workers before and is excited more than anything, happy to see you in such a state where it means he can take full advantage of you, ready to see if you can last longer than you normally would.

vox is conflicted - his poor little bun, hurting with an aching cunt in between her legs, and he's ready to make it go away - still, he doesn't want to take advantage of you in your sad little state as you, but can't deny how hard he gets as he sees you fall apart on your bed.

"s-sorry, I-" your words stumble out until valentino cuts you off, already stalking towards you. "oh, poor conejito, going through a heat, hm?" he says as his eyes linger an your sensitive flesh that was stained with sheer sweat.

vox follows, seating himself on the bed as he looks at you in your big eyes, "do you need our help bun?" he says, almost teasingly as your cheeks flush and tail flicks as your head nods embarrassedly, earning grins from both of them.

not waisting time, vox is on your hot little mouth as valentino slips his tongue into your pussy and suckles on your sore clit, making your hips jut as he eats you out and as vox tugs on your fluffy ears, making you whimper as vox kisses you with an almost bruising force.

"good little bun," vox whispers in between heavy kisses, making you grip onto his shoulders weakly as you mewl from how good they're both making you feel.

just as your about to cum, valentino pulls away, coercing a few tears to leak from your big, desperate eyes as vox holds you, pushing your hips down in place, shushing you as valentino pulls out his cock.

before you know it, valentino's thrusting into your puffy pussy, making you fluffy bun ears bounce each time he fucks his way into you, making you babble incoherently as vox runs his hands over you sensitive flesh, playing with your tits, rolling a thumb over a sensitive nipple, drawing even more desperate noises from you.

val pumps deeper into you with a groan as your pretty bunny pussy sucks him in so good, fucking you into cumming before spilling his own into your pretty tummy.

barely giving you time to come down from your high, your flipped, and vox is pressing the fat tip of his cock against your pussy that's still covered in slick and valentino's cum, earning pretty noises from you as he pushes in, feeling you envelope him as he bottoms out and starts fucking you hard.

groans come from his mouth as you thrusts in and out of your cunt, hips slamming against yours, trying to go deeper into you with every push as val mumbles little praises to you, petting your plush ears that flopped with every movement from vox.

you're a mess as you cum again as vox fucks you through your orgasm, later cumming into your pussy, pulling out to watch it drip down your darling thighs as he pushes some back in with a finger.

none of you leave that room for the rest of the day, each of them taking turns fucking you until your little tummy was so full of cum that there was a noticeable bulge. both of them bending you over, fucking their cum deeper and deeper into you with each round until you stop whining about your heat.

[luveline]

hey luv (haha) bombshell!reader lives rent free in my head and I have a lil request for you 🫶🏽 can you write spencer calling reader a nickname for the first time and how flustered she gets? especially in front of the team I would ashdfkflsjah i feel like she always teases him with baby, handsome, etc. and he just turns red but when it’s his turn for (non malicious) payback she melts into a puddle of 🥹🫦 and forgets how to act 🥲 thank you queen ily 🫰🏼

thank you! this isn't in front of the team but i can def do that if that was the most important part, ly ♡ fem

"What's that?" you ask, peering over Spencer's shoulder. 

He turns his face to yours, sneaking a kiss against the curve of your neck. Your breath catches at his affection. "It's online shopping," he answers. "Have you seen it? They deliver your parcel the next day, apparently." 

You like the sound of that, wheeling your chair next to Spencer's to sit at his desk side by side. You're in the midst of a very rare occasion in which there's no  case and no paperwork. It won't last long, and you and your teammates are using these spare hours like a paid vacation. You deserve it (even if it isn't technically moral). 

"What are you buying?" you ask, squinting at his glaring screen. 

His gaze flashes between you and the monitor. He turns the brightness down for you. "You need new socks, right?" 

"Don't buy me socks." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I can buy my own socks?" 

"But I can also buy you socks. I felt bad this morning when I didn't have any matching pairs to lend to you. I'll buy you a big pack and this way you'll always have socks when you need them." 

"Spence, that's so sweet," you say, your hand on his bicep, thumb stroking a line he likely can't feel over his layers. "You really don't have to, though. I kind of like the odd sock look." 

Spencer looks down at your shoes. Your socks are mostly hidden. Despite what you've said, you don't like wearing odd ones, it doesn't fit your perfectly kept image, but you like Spencer a whole lot. 

"No, you don't, and that's fine." He clicks on the Buy Now button, a twenty four pack of black and white crew socks jumping into his cart. "What else should we get?" 

"We?" you ask, leaning back. 

You've barely lifted your left leg when Spencer grabs you by the knee and drapes it over his right. "You never have the stuff you need when you come over. We may as well get it all done now while we have time." 

"Are you serious?" you murmur, a slight pout to your lips. 

Spencer's eyes dart down, catch, and lift back to yours. He sounds soft as you do as he says, "Of course I am. Am I being too forward?" 

"You're never too forward. I'm too forward enough for both of us, Spence. But you don't have to buy me things, I can get all of this stuff myself and bring it with me." 

"What kind of boyfriend does that make me?" 

You can't believe he's your boyfriend. You could scream. "The most adorable one ever?" And that's just the half of it. Spencer Reid has a penchant for ignoring his own good looks. He could've been a super model if the whole genius thing didn't work out. "I need a pillow, then. If we're doing this Reid, let's do it. But I'm paying for my stuff." 

"Okay, angel. Whatever you say." 

You almost miss it, his pet name. Your brain assumes sarcasm, but when you play it back, there's only a soft giving in, like he'd do anything you asked him to just because it's you. Because you're an angel. 

You've called him so many pet names and though you knew they flustered him, you're thinking maybe the team was right, and that you were torturing him the whole time. You melt like a little square of butter in the middle of a frying pan, limp in your seat and uncomfortably warm. Angel. It inspires the want to be saccharinely sweet to him, and you would if you could regain your strength. 

You huff a breath up your hot face in hopes of cooling down. 

"What kind of pillow? Do you want a really soft one? They have hypoallergenic, or down feather." He looks at you sideways. "You can't pay for this, it's too expensive." 

"It's sixteen dollars," you say, feeling submerged. 

"Exactly. Are you okay? You look uncomfortable." 

"I'm feeling a bit hot, suddenly. Hot flush." 

Spencer abandons the computer and his online activities to unbutton the top button of your shirt, and then the second, his hands achingly gentle against your collar. "I'll buy a fan," he says, one hand trailing down your arm soothingly as the other searches for paper. "But for now." 

He fashions you an origami fan and fans you diligently. It works for a time, but you remember the dulcet cadence of his voice and the delicate way he strung the syllables together as though 'angel' were the name you were given at birth, and you feel warm all over again. 

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 4

Typical "sacrificed to the ghost king" scenario except thier technically being sacrificed to the "endless green of the void" aka the Ghost Zone itself and it just dgaf so when these guys land in Dannys front yard in the gz he sends them home immediately

Just

Batman: *gets sacrificed and thrown into the void*

Batfam: *were too late to stop it* Noooooo!

Batman: returns literally a moment later confused and with a post it note saying "✨ no ✨" complete with hand drawn sparkles ✨ stuck to his forehead.

The bats lose it a little as they finished beating up the bad guys.

Somehow it turns into the bats "sacrificing" themselves to the void just to see what kind of rejection they get.

Nightwing got sent back with a note that said "lol" and nothing else

Black bat got a note saying "No, thank you"

Red Hood got a "Tempting, but no"

Spoiler got a talking Barney the Dinosaur toy but the only sounds it would make were very accurate explosions

Red Robin was sent back with like, 12 flavors of lip balm in black metal tubes. No one recognized what brand they might be from and with a bit of reverse engineering Red discovered there were hidden laser blasters inside of each of them that would be used discretely. He got freaking secret agent gear wtf.

Robin got sent back with a uno reverse card taped to his back and a glowing green bunny with blank red eyes in his arms. He has no idea where the bunny came from but wasn't complaining. It was very fluffy and loved to give him kisses.

For some reason it freaked out both Drake and Todd though.

Phantom was just wondering why so many people were sacrificing themselves to him via the "sacrificial bride" ritual. He wasn't even anyone important so why send them to his territory in the Ghost Zone???

After this happened several more times Danny decided the next time one of the cute superheros his age got sent here he would ask them out on a date. Via ghostly "check yes or no" letter style of course. Thier date will be the first time they meet.

[straykeedz]

9𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐦: 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @astraysimp, "9 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠"!

𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭! 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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𝐭𝐰: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 ; 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠) ; 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ; 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 ; 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭 ;

𝐰𝐜: 2,8 𝐤

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

🔗

One thing about Han Jisung, is that he’s always horny. 

Always. Like, 24/7. And ever since the two of you got married three months ago, it’s as if something inside of him had snapped, and he became even hornier, if possible. Which brings you here, now, with you trying to cut onions and other vegetables for dinner and him, grinding his hard-on against your ass. 

“Jisung-ah…” you admonish him, pretending you don’t actually love the way his hard cock feels between your ass cheeks. 

“It’s not my fault, babe, we haven’t had sex in like a million years. Can’t blame a guy for being horny…” he mutters, pushing your hair to the side as he starts to leave open mouthed kisses on your exposed neck. 

“We had sex this morning, Ji,” you point out, trying to focus on slicing the onions rather than the wetness that’s beginning to pool in your panties when Jisung’s hands grip your hips. 

“A million years, exactly my point,” he huffs against your skin, now licking and sucking on your neck. 

You roll your eyes, and chuckle at his eagerness. Honestly, it’s kind of flattering, the way he always craves your body - it makes you feel like you’re truly beautiful as he claims you are, and throughout the years it has helped boosting your self esteem a lot. Hyping you up whenever you’re wearing an outfit he particularly loves - which happens at least once a day, smothering you with kisses all over your face and body, especially when he catches you getting ready in front of the bathroom mirror. These are just a few things he does on a daily basis, together with bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you stupid. 

Getting married didn’t really change anything for you - or if it did, it was only for the better. 

Jisung put a ring on your finger exactly one year after the two of you had started going out together, but truth be told, he mentioned he wanted to marry you on your first date. Oh, to think you nearly blocked his number after texting your best friend “on a date rn and this dude is WEIRD”. And now here you are - with him groping you and pressing his erection between your asscheeks while you’re making dinner. 

“‘M so horny, babe…” he mumbles, leaving a trail of kisses from your jawline to that spot behind your ear that he knows drives you crazy, until his lips brush the nape of your neck, which sends a shiver down your spine and makes you arch your back. 

“Ah, aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want me to make you dinner?” You suck in a breath when his fingers slip under your oversized shirt, which is technically his, and caress the skin of your stomach. 

It doesn’t take that long for you to realize you literally served it to him on a silver plate, but it’s too late to take it back now. 

“It seems to me that I’ve got dinner right here,” he chuckles, fingers wandering down, down, until they reach the hem of your panties. Then, he lands a light pat on your clothed mound, and you gasp. “Lemme eat you out, babe, please.”

Han Jisung - always desperate when it comes to sex, even though you have plenty.  

“Fine,” you give in - it was just a matter of seconds, you know you can’t resist him. “But you better be quick if you want me to make you ramyeon for dinner,” you warn him.

Jisung doesn’t answer, he simply withdraws his fingers from inside your pajamas and literally drops to his knees behind you. Then, he hooks his fingers on each side of your pants, and pulls them down your thighs together with your panties, revealing your naked butt. He bites his lip at the sight, then lands a slap on one of your asscheeks. 

“Perfect ass,” he mutters under his breath, before kissing the very same spot he’d previously slapped. “Can’t believe it’s all mine,” he’s thinking out loud at this point. “Bend over, babe,” he tells you, and you immediately drop the knife in your hand and do as he said, and you hear him groan from behind you at the sight of your bare pussy. “Just like this pussy…” he spreads your asscheeks with his hands, “all fucking mine.”

You grip the counter when he licks a stripe that goes all the way from your clit to your entrance. He knows all the places that drive you crazy, so he’s quick to swirl his tongue around your sensitive clit, sucking on it until he feels your legs begin to shake. Him eating you out from behind is even hotter, you think, and even though you can’t see his face you’re absolutely sure he looks completely fucked out - pupils blown, cheeks flustered, with his own spit and your arousal dribbling from his chin. He hums against your skin as he captures your clit with his hot, swollen lips and sucks hard. 

“My pussy,” his words are muffled, his face literally  pressed against your folds. “Mine,” he repeats with a low grunt. “Tell me it’s fuckin’ mine, babe,” he whines as he continues to stimulate your clit with his tongue. 

“It’s yours,” it’s your turn to whine. You’ve been trying to keep quiet so far since your neighbors are a true pain in the ass and like to complain about every fucking thing - and yes, you received complains about how loud you and Jisung are during sex, but it’s impossible for you to keep your mouth shut now, especially with how good he’s eating you out. “Don’t stop, please. Please, ‘m so close,” you beg - his favorite sound in the world. 

Jisung would never stop. Yes, he likes edging, but he likes it on himself - you? He’d never not let you cum, especially when you’re asking so nicely. So he does exactly what you need him to - with his nose brushing the sensitive skin between your entrance and your other hole, he makes you cum by repeatedly lapping your clit until he feels your legs tremble and shake. You muffle a sob, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand as you grip harder on the counter until your knuckles turn white - releasing all over Jisung’s mouth and chin.

Just like edging, Jisung likes overstimulation when it’s performed on him - he knows you’re not that into it, so he pulls away as soon as he’s sure you’ve let it all out. Wiping your release off his face using a napkin or his t-shirt sounds like a waste, so he just uses his tongue to lick his lips and chin, savoring the way you taste as he pulls your pajama pants up. 

The aching problem between his legs is still there, though. As soon as you turn around to face your husband, your eyes take in the mouthwatering sight of the tent in his grey sweats that leave nothing to the imagination. Now it’s you who’s desperate, pussy aching for his cock. 

“Fuck, bedroom, now.”

Jisung grins cockily. “Thought you just wanted something quick?”

“Yeah, we can always get ramyeon delivered.”

“That’s my wife,” he chuckles, and the next thing you know he’s picking you up bridal style and heading to your bedroom, but your heart skips a beat at the word wife coming out of his mouth. 

You two are soulmates, there’s no other way to explain the overwhelming feeling that fills both of your hearts whenever you look into each other’s eyes. As he lays you down on the mattress with all the care in the world and lies down between your legs, Jisung doesn’t stop staring into your eyes as he keeps wondering how the hell did he get so lucky. Little does he know, you’re wondering the exact same thing. 

“You’re the love of my life, you know that?” he whispers, fingers toying with a lock of hair that fell right in front of your face. 

“I’d hope so, you married me,” you giggle, then kiss the tip of his nose and don’t miss the way his cheeks turn pink. 

“I’m serious,” he says. “I’m so happy I married you.”

“Ah, Jisung, you can’t say things like that to me! You’re gonna make me cry,” you pout, your eyes teary. 

“No, no, no crying! ‘M sorry, back to fucking.”

There he is, the little perv.

He undresses you quickly, and he swears his dick got even harder at the sight of your hardened nipples on full display for him - he wraps his lips around one of them, as he takes your pajama pants off and throws them across the room without a care in the world. Then, he does the exact same thing with your panties. With his gorgeous wife lying on his bed, naked just for him, he knows he’s not gonna last long. Kneeling on the mattress right between your legs, he crosses his arms over his chest to take off his oversized t-shirt. 

“Mhh, someone’s been working out,” you bite your lip, running your fingers over his abs. 

“Yeah, Bin’s workout routine is crazy, but it’s finally paying off,” he chuckles. “You like it?”, he asks you. 

“Looks sexy on you,” you nod, “but I like you either way, whether you have abs or not doesn’t really matter-“

You’re cut off by Jisung pulling down his sweats, freeing his hard cock. He’s not wearing underwear, the little slut. You gasp at the sight of his rock hard length, tip red and leaking pre-cum already, balls full, ready to be milked. He’s staring at your pussy while licking his lips, no thoughts on his mind apart from how much he wants to pump you full of cum right now. It’s not a want, actually - it’s a need.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so hot. How are you so hot? Drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he mutters, “make me so fuckin’ hard, you see?” He pumps his hard cock a few times and holds back a whimper, but you don’t miss the way his dick twitches in his hand.

“You make me so wet, too, Ji,” you whine, looking him in the eye as you circle your clit with your own fingers, making sure you’re wet enough for when he slips inside. You are wet enough - dripping, in fact, especially from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you. 

“You’re gonna make me cum so soo, fuck. Turn around, babe, lie on your tummy,” Jisung says eagerly.

There’s a thing that Jisung loves to do during sex, and that thing is holding your hand. 

Lame and cheesy, one may think, but there’s a reason behind it - ever since the two of you got married, he loves to see your fingers intertwined and look at your wedding bands as he pounds you hard into the mattress. To him, there’s nothing better than having you lying on your stomach, him on top of you - his favorite position, as he fucks his cock into you. 

He’s between your legs within seconds, his hard cock in his hand, ready to align it to your wet entrance. There’s no better feeling than the one of slipping inside of you, feeling your hot, wet walls hugging every inch of his cock perfectly, as if you were made for him. When the tip of his cock finally parts your folds and enters you, he swears he saw God. With one hand gripping your hip, he eases his throbbing length inside of you slowly, giving you enough time to adjust to the stretch. 

“Oh my God,” he whines when he’s only halfway in, “shit, how are you so tight? We fuck every day, fuck, my cock spends more time inside your pretty pussy than inside my pants - and you’re still so fucking tight. Suckin’ me right in, babe, shit,” he moans, finally bottoming out, and you whine as well. 

He lets go of your hip, then presses his body against yours so that his chest is pressed against your back as he takes a few deep breaths. He feels big inside of you, he is big, after all - filling you up perfectly, brushing all the right spots inside of you. 

“You feel so good, Ji,” you sigh and arch your back when he starts to leave soft kisses on the nape of your neck - one of your most erogenous zones. 

When he taps the palm of his hand on the mattress, you know exactly what he wants, so you place your own hand on top of his. You can physically feel the way his cock throbs once his eyes take in the sight of your fingers intertwined and your wedding bands together. 

“God, I love this so much,” he grunts, as he starts to thrust himself inside of you, his forehead pressed against the back of your neck as he lifts his hips a bit to allow his cock to hit that special spot inside of you. “You’re mine, fuck, all mine,” he whimpers, “‘This pretty pussy ’s all mine, shit, ‘m so fuckin’ lucky I married you,” he’s rambling, completely pussy drunk. 

Another kiss is placed right in the middle of your shoulders as he keeps on pounding faster inside of you, making sure to not go too hard since he knows you’re way more sensitive in this position since it allows you to feel him even deeper. There’s something delicious in the way his hips meet the skin of your ass with each thrust - sounds of skin slapping on skin are filling the room together with your loud moans and whines. You don’t give a fuck about your neighbors, not when your husband is fucking you so good. He holds your hand even tighter, and when you feel his cock throb inside of you, you know he’s close. 

“You close already, hm?” You ask him between choked sounds, not to make fun of him - you actually think it’s hot that he’s so whipped for your pussy. “You gonna cum for me? You gonna fill me up?”

He nods, panting. “Yeah, ‘m gonna cum,” he whines, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin is all that fills your ears, together with his heavy breathing, “lift your hips, babe, let me play with your clit. Fuck, let me make you cum,” he moans. You oblige immediately, and he wastes no time in pushing a couple of his fingers in his mouth to coat them in spit.

His hand slips between your legs, the pads of his fingers finding their place on your puffy clit, and he begins to draw tight circles on it, determined to get you off at the same time as him. 

“Can’t wait to fill you up,” he huffs, his cock hitting a deeper spot inside of you with the way your back is arched, “‘m gonna fill you to the brim, fuck. Gonna pump you so full of cum your damn pill’s gonna fuckin’ fail you,” he grunts, holding your hand tighter. 

“Please, do,” you whine. 

“Fuck, you want that, huh?” Jisung’s hips slap against yours hard and fast - you’re both so, so close. “Want me to fuck a baby into you that bad, huh?”

Neither of you is thinking straight right now, the words are just rolling off your tongues automatically. 

“‘M gonna cum, Ji, ‘m gonna cum so hard,” you tighten your grip on his hand and arch your back even more as your orgasm hits you, harder than the previous one and much more intense - that’s the effect his cock has on you. 

Jisung cums as well as soon as he hears your pretty moans and feels your sweet cunt clenching around him, milking him dry, and as soon as his gaze falls on your wedding rings - the symbol of your love. White ropes of cum shoot right inside of you, coating your walls in his seed and his thrust inside of you come to an abrupt halt. “‘M fuckin’ cumming, babe. ‘M fucking filling you up,” he pulls his fingers away from your clit and places them on your hip, gripping your flesh tight. 

His body collapses on top of yours, and he starts to leave small pecks on the naked skin of your shoulders. His cock is softening inside of you, and you cal already feel his cum starting to drip out of your hole, but you don’t really care - you love this type of intimacy with him, you crave it. So you stay like this for a while, catching your breaths, with him on top of you nuzzling your skin with the tip of his nose as he leaves soft kisses here and there.

But little do you know that it won’t take long before you and your husband find out you’re in for a big surprise, one that’ll change your lives forever.

🔗

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭! “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧” 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.