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[sunniewr]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꯭ི֔⍴𝑖η𝑘ׁ ׂ𝇂𝄄⃞𐍸 ֗⠀꯭໋ׄೀִ۪ 𐍸 ེེ⁶⃨ ⃞🌸⠀꯭໋ׄ 𐍸 ེེ

[witchofthemidlands]

this is the wlw version of the honda odyssey moment.

[sseulr1n]

:¨ ·.· ¨: 𓈒⠀⠀ Life is not a "Fairytale" 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི

`· . 𓈒 @tzulipss ᭢༘۠

[peachpaloma]

sabbyloves

[beridollie]

he’s so cute i need to grind on his thigh

[piko-chan]

[glossc1]

OSIRIS-ANTINOUS. antinous enters the nile human, and leaves a statue 🪷

[cheonstapes]

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘THE SWEETER THE JUICE’ o(^-^)o

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. miguel o’hara x reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

SMUT

now he’s finally got you pregnant, he’s gonna do what he’s been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.

same universe as this miguel.

cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, they’re finally married!

800+ words

@cheonstapes : she’s back! again!

if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, it’d definitely be your tits.

if you think he was obsessed before — you don’t wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest — not that he was complaining.

“for fucks-sake, again?”

he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when he’s bending you over the bed and fucking you raw — luckily for him.

“here, honey. lift your arms for me.”

as you do, he pulls the shirt up — the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. “ah, shit — thanks, baby. but fuck, am i’m so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!” you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.

“maybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love — you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.” miguel’s voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck — kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.

“migs, how many times are you gonna say that?”

“as many as it takes for you to finally listen.”

the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut — he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much — especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.

it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. “dios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamá más guapa, ¿verdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.” miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband — but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.

the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over — pushing your back against the edge of the counter. “shit…been waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.”

mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip — craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you — his tip catching against your engorged clit. “m—migs, baby, fuck…” the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.

the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body — dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard — his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. “gonna paint my girls in my cum, love — sé una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mí.”

“‘course, baby.” you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry — head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. “god, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamí?” his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter — kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.

“mmph — y’know, i heard cum’s good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits — i think we should do this more often, love.”

“migs, if you weren’t, like — a whole scientist, i might’ve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.”

“…i mean, you said it — not me.”

all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.

-new year, new waiting for cheon to get her shit together andpost!

[karis-online-archives]

ich entschuldige mich im Voraus

[chuluoyi]

chu, i'm going to cry 'cause listen what just popped up in my brain;

le satoru waking up from his deep slumber because all of a sudden he can't breathe, and then he realizes that it's his little one sitting on his face, butt right on top of his nose and mouth.

turns out, our baby boy just wanted to sleep with his papa, which is an almost rare occurrence considering the fact that he is a mama's boy.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- 🪷 (have a great day/noon/evening/night, love!)

suddenly it’s hard to breathe, and it smells too—!

satoru wakes up with a jerk and total fright as his breathing way is blocked off. it took him exactly one second to figure out that it is, in fact, his crawling baby’s butt and diapers right in his face.

“—!” he immediately snatches him and picks him off his face. “my god, you just sat on me! and— did you poop… on me?!”

the babbling baby looks up to him with total innocence, not even comprehending that his papa is so aghast at his antics.

“how could you?! only your mama is permitted to sit on my face,” he grumbles, levelling a disbelief stare on his own progeny. this kid… his rebelliousness must be from you.

baby puckers his lips, before crawling closer and nuzzles his face into his body.

“oh you…” satoru’s horror of being pooped on dissipates that instant when he realizes his mini-him is actually seeking comfort. he pats his little back, feeling so full and giddy, all his grumbles forgotten. “ahh!! you’re so adorable, come— come to papa!”

in the end, after he changes his diapers and washes his own face (because honestly… for such a small thing, his baby does smell) he pulls him closer, and chomps his face playfully.

“it’s only when mama is out that you come to me…” he sullenly accuses as his baby looks at him with total wonder. “you’re playing favorites! hmph!”

“bwa.”

“what? you want to sleep with me, don’t you?”

“mwa.”

“hmph noted. let’s sleep together~”

[ssahotchnerr]

no but imagine pre-relationship aaron with fem!reader who can fall asleep anywhere & in the most uncomfortable positions known to mankind 💀 aaron is both terrified and amazed bcs how do you keep doing that 😧 but then every time he sees you like that he slowly & carefully arranges you in a more comfortable position 🥹🫶🏻 & the team gives him shit for it 💀

(luvie can I be 🪷 anon 🥹🫶🏻)

makeshift

omg stop i love that cw; fem!reader, bau family banter, pining aaron <333

falling asleep in a federal prison, may seem like a hard thing to do. surrounded by the worst of the worst, distant yells from the inmates floating down the hall, the mere location itself. but apparently, not for you.

the facility was currently on lockdown, meaning no one was going in or out, and therefore you were stuck overnight. as a result, the warden offered one of the locker rooms to be strictly the bau's 'break room', so to speak.

after his last, rather unpleasant interview of the evening, aaron was hellbent on a fresh, but not very good, cup of coffee. as he pushed the door open and entered, his focus diverted straight to you.

you were laid across a steel bench - eyes closed, hands clasped over your stomach, absolutely gone to the world. however, if you moved an inch - or probably less - would you completely topple onto the hard floor.

"you're kidding." aaron deadpanned as he looked at you in pure astonishment, coffee long forgotten.

"she's been like that for thirty minutes now." jj commented from where she was leant against one of the sets of lockers, head bent down as she scrolled through her phone. "but are we surprised?"

"nah," derek snorted lightly. "but hey, better than the floor."

"tell me about it." a low grumble came from reid, somewhere.

aaron's face pulled into one of discomfort, his brows drawing into a line above his eyes. the surface you were asleep on, had to be cold, for starters, by nature of the material and the a/c was still kicking in high gear despite the cooler temperature outside. the flat metal had to be highly uncomfortable, no cushion underneath you at all, most likely digging into your shoulder blades. you'd inevitably be waking up to an angry back, which aaron knew from experience - from past events where you miraculously drifted off in questionable positions.

eager to lessen the outcome, aaron shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders. he balled it up, situating it snug under his arm.

next, he crouched beside you, cradling your head in his hand as he lifted it gently. at the movement, you stirred, a small noise escaping you and aaron froze, waiting for you to settle back down before resuming his actions. part of him feared his current, drumming heart would somehow rouse you more.

but once you had, he slid his jacket underneath your head - a makeshift pillow. it wasn't much, but it would at least alleviate some of the pressure collecting in your neck, and you wouldn't be as sore when you awoke. the next thing he had to figure out, something to lay on the ground, on either side of you, to soften the fall in case you were to-

"that's real cute hotch." derek grinned, grabbing aaron from his thoughts. "when you make up my bed next, can you add one of those pillow chocolates? thanks."

"funny."

aaron stole a glance at you, a calmness brushing over him and the ends of his lips daring to tug upwards into a smile. he couldn't help himself - sure, he wished you weren't fast asleep on a bench that could cause potential harm if you budged, but it didn't hide the fact that you were, well, you.

his hopeful, hidden attempt didn't go unnoticed by one person though, who naturally had to open their big mouth.

"that's nothing compared to that case in montana," aaron shot dave a pointed look to quit it, but only got a wink in return. "hotch practically carried-"

"dave."

"aaron." dave quipped back, an eyebrow quirked high in amusement, but fell silent. although, his witty expression didn't falter, as if he were noting to aaron that it wouldn't be difficult at all to be persuaded to continue.

"whoa whoa there, rossi," morgan straightened his posture, a hand out. "go on."

[the-ow]

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𓂂 ׄ ⠀ ꒰͡ ི ༏ ⠀ ꔫ   𐔌 ᥩྀི. ˔ ، ꒱  ⑅  ׅ ˖ 

°    ( ˶• • ˶)     ⁺ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊹ ⠀ ⠀ ̇ ⠀⠀     𐔌◞ ◟𑂴 ᪲ ೄ᮫  

𑁯 ( ᓀ‸ᓂ ) ㅤ  ㅤ 달 ༚༅༚˳✿˳༚༅༚

─── 🪷 ◞ ㅤ⠀ ㅤ⠀⠀ ? ˳⠀ ㅤㅤ ׄ ᯽

𔓕 ࣪ ׅ 𐔌՞ᱹ ﹼ ̫ ᱹ՞𐦯 ⠀  ᧔𐓪᧓      ︵ׂ︵ !

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[pearlean]

faceshopping pt. 2

[megistusdiary]

hear me out trans!fem arle using a condom but accidentally breaking it 🤭 so she just goes with it anyway because we just feel too good

for the sake of safe and consentual sex, let's say this all occurs after you've both already decided you're okay with pregnancy 😊

(nsfw utc)

the grip she holds on your hips feels more like iron than muscle tonight. she's almost feral with it, snapping her hips into yours, driving you further into the mattress.

it's hard to say what's got her so frustrated, not that you have a brain to think too much on it now anyway.

she growls lowly to herself, how tight you feel, how you look so pretty for her. she can see indents in your skin from her nails, the evidence of your previous orgasms on the condom around her, the-

she hears a soft sound, quickly pulling out, much to your displeasure. "why'd you stop?" you whine at her, turning over your shoulder.

"sweetheart." she sighs, suddenly sounding gentle. "it broke." she tells you, prompting you to sit up.

she eyes you down, a silent question for you, to which you give her a silent answer.

you lay down onto your back, spreading your thighs for her again. "keep going, please." you beg her and she groans, fisting her cock. "please?"

you sound so sweet... the temptation was all too much.

she slides the broken condom off, lining up her cock with your pussy and sliding back into you, feeling you clench around her. your cheek turns to press against the blankets, grabbing at them desperately as she keeps fucking you.

"oh, please, please fill me up!" you cry for her and her head tips back, practically folding you into a mating press now as she pistons her hips harder.

your delirious little cries, the fluttering of your cunt around her, the feeling of your body under hers, it's just too much. her thumb slides to your clit, rubbing tight circles and urging you to cum around her just before she shoves herself as deep as she can, filling you up.

she shudders, leaning down over you and panting against your neck as you clutch at her biceps tightly.

"there's no going back now." she reminds you breathlessly.

"i... wouldn't want to." you reply tiredly, and she kisses your cheek sweetly, rolling you over to lay on her chest for now to rest.

[peachpaloma]

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