#I LOVE MY HUSBAND

[thatgentlewife]

[theambivalentagender]

Everyone else in town: oh God, green rain! It's the end times! This is punishment from Yoba for our sins!

Shane:

[spteez]

did you have fun? 😁

[arisinferi]

just a silly sketch of aizawa wearing his glasses and suit in vigilantes 🫦

[thisispersonal]

lil mystery trio art hihi. love them sm

[sandersstudies]

Sometimes I’m talking to a friend and I’m like oh I KNOW that the timeline where we are married in is incredibly close to this one. If a butterfly had clapped its asscheeks somewhere ten years ago we would be making out right now.

[juicy-juiceboxes]

;giggles crazedly while going feral;

[frudoo]

Birthday Picnic

This is super self-indulgent because it IS in fact my birthday!!!

Warnings: SMUT. Light breeding kink/creampie. Alcohol consumption, food mentions. John + reader are parents. Fem!Reader.

MDNI

John had the perfect, picturesque birthday picnic all planned out for you for weeks—a basket full of your favorite foods and a lavish bottle of wine, a custom mini cake he’d had Simon make for you with extra sweet buttercream and lots of pretty frills on the sides, and perhaps his favorite part: a ring he’d handcrafted himself. He’d spent months working on it without your knowledge just to surprise you on your special day. An intricate ring, with a thin gold band and delicate leaf-shaped embellishments. In the middle he’d worked in his and your birthstones, as well as your daughter’s.

With your baby girl spending the night at her uncle Kyle and Johnny’s house, John was counting on this little getaway to be perfect—and truthfully, it was! He’d driven you out to the countryside and set up the blanket close to the pond where there was a nice breeze and gorgeous scenery. Countless kisses were shared, delicious treats were devoured, and he’d even guided you to dance with him to nothing but the call of the songbirds and the whisper of rustling leaves. That’s when he slipped the ring onto your finger, on the opposite hand of the one he declared you as his with just a few years ago.

But the one thing your dear husband, ever-the-planner, couldn’t prepare for was the weather to change its mind so quickly. When the two of you were deliciously dizzy from twirling around and maybe more tipsy than you’d like to admit, and the sun had decided to begin its descent beneath the earth, John laid down on the blanket and coaxed you into his arms to watch as the sky mourned her daytime lover and sent out the moon and stars to shine in its place.

Then came the rain—bitter, cold droplets more akin to that of a bullet ricocheting off of tender skin.

John apologizes, but you’re laughing—and oh, what a delightful sound it is. The joy in your voice cuts through the roar of the wind and the booming claps of thunder. The light in your eyes shines far brighter than the twinkling stars or the beaming moon. He can’t help but join you, overtaken with glee despite the water dissolving the gel in his hair and soaking through his favorite shirt until it’s transparent. The disappointment he felt is gone long before you climb on top of him with a drunken fit of giggles and a sloppy kiss to his lips.

Clumsy hands make their way beneath your ruined dress and caress every inch they can reach. Grit and callous meets soft and lush. Teeth collide and clothes get discarded somewhere in the mud beside you, and when he finally slides home, the sky bursts with electric color in celebration. John looks perfectly disheveled beneath you, mouth agape and jaw twitching in time with every rock of your hips. There’s no need for the usual murmurs of praise and pleasure—the steam rising off of your heated, slippery bodies in contrast with the chill in the air is proof enough that there is no lack of admiration in your union.

As your nails bite into his chest and his fingertips squeeze the supple fat of your hips, the friction grows warmer, the ecstasy comes to a head. John’s thighs knock up into you so passionately that it sends you toppling forward. He takes the opportunity to wrap his burly arms around your waist and keep you tightly held to him, mouths pressed against each other to echo every cry into your mending souls. As the pond before you is flooded so he mimics, rewarding your frantic efforts with every drop of himself deep inside of your womb.

Sweat and rain alike drip down both bodies in a steady rhythm when John helps you stand. It’s freezing all of a sudden—the blanket and basket are left behind as a gift for the woodland creatures as your husband takes your hand and the two of you sprint back to the truck where it’s warm and dry. Maybe it’s too late to think about getting sick as you both cuddle up in the backseat, but he knows one thing for sure: if getting sick is the only thing that comes from existing in bliss with the love of his life, John would gladly live with a scratchy throat for as long as eternity lasts.

For now, he’ll take the gentle rocking of his truck and the pretty whimpers that escape you as a reminder that your special day ended up perfect, after all.

[pist4chi0]

HIII

[fuckingmyboyfrienddumb]

i genuinely think my boyfriend has the most beautiful pussy i’ve ever seen. like i just know he tastes so fucking good.

i wanna spread his legs and eat him out for hours and hours. i wanna slobber all over it and have him make mess all over my chin. i wanna make him cum over and over again just so i can go between his legs and clean him up after.

I FUCKING HATE LONG DISTANCE I NEED HIM SO BAD :c

[petwormz]

been getting back into stardew lately

self indulgent art of me and the loml bc i can shane lovers rise up

[pathetichimbos]

[olegduckwing]

pookie cutie patootie funny silly guy ^^

[saminha]

yall i think he loves his husband...

[sunrisemill]

Beard Matt is the love of my life 🤍

[thatgentlewife]

Great advice for all housewives to be following! ☺️