#help me i love this so much oh my gosh

[simplysookie]

i’m tweakdfing thsi au is so silly! augsgshh i LOVE it! ncikel as bryce heh. i love that

II x hfjONE au PART TWO!!! YAY

i did little redesigns of balloon nickel and box too,, in this au she's like. a girl like in canon. but she cant talk so they keep using he/him pronouns on her errmmmmm

also i forgot to do suitcase. AGAIN...... whoopsies

bonus payjay because they are like. married here too 🙄🙄 but paper wont appear sinse yknow... theres no one for me to put as him. at all. YAY!!!!

[hyenaa-euphoria]

DOGDAYS FANMADE FAMILY BASED ON REAL STARS BECAUSE STARS ARE SO COOL AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x

[golden-basil]

F/O reblog game!

Trolig with your f/o and I'll make an aesthetic for you or a text divider!

Just give me a COLOUR, THEME and a F/O for aesthetics

And for dividers a THEME and F/O, Colour is optional :3

Examples;

[sysig]

The brainworms are winning, clearly (Patreon)

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

I should not have been allowed to get attached to No Visitors by the narcissist cookbook before knowing the context

[xenoshadow13]

Pspspspspsspspspsps

Don't mind me here, just smile and giggle at these two dorks for a bit.

[mythvoiced]

“Fancy party we have, uh, here.” Nervous laughter. Of course Nell laughs nervously before taking another generous sip of her punch. And of course the supermodel has to be in the vicinity while Myungdae and Alfred are busy carrying out their part of the plan. And of course the model had to recognize Myungdae earlier. And of course Nell now has to distract make small talk to said model while playing the waiting game as the Black Knight sets up the connection between the mainframe and her iPad.

How else could this possibly go wrong?

Another sip of the punch. “Uh, this is pretty good…punch? I can…I’ll get you a glass if you want.”

( also more nell vs small talk content...this time she gotta go lie to hyun since hyun already probably knows myungdae is up to no good JKFLSDJF :'D )

@stillresolved | NELL OH GOSH MY LOVE

Hyun's initial reaction is, unfortunately, instant displeasure and latent distrust. The displeasure isn't even all too misplaced, not in her field, not with her notoriety, and sadly enough, not with her social standing.

She has no idea who this foreigner is and while her Korean is perfect enough to suggest she may not be one at all, to Hyun and her world she may as well be. Her face is completely dissociated from any magazine covers and brand deals Hyun had memorized throughout the years, bombarded by her agent with 'this could be you's and 'this should be you's and whatever other phrase was supposed to function as incentive to get her to make them more money from yet another angle.

No actress. No model. Beautiful, yes, but natural, not as expensively pronounced as Hyun is.

The appropriate response for someone of Hyun's status is to, well, lift her chin, meet the woman's eyes solely to show and underline herself turning away again, and move on with the rest of her night.

Unfortunately for her marketing and fortunately for herself, Hyun only understands 'appropriate' as an adjective attached to morals that are actually morals... and not the rules of this little game.

"Do you speak English?" is the counter-question Hyun poses as she steps closer. There's some bias here, potentially, to pose the question just because her sudden conversation partner doesn't look traditionally South Korean, so to speak, but she shall continue to merely yearn the answer is yes.

"A lot of powerful girls here tonight don't, so...," she steps one final step to rest her hand on the woman's upper arm and lean in. "If you think this is fancy, then you must allow me to tell you how ugly it is," she smiles, and glows in perfect make-up, expensive Aeri clothing, and the sparkle of bejeweled earrings that annoy her every time they brush against her neck.

She looks around, conspiratorial.

"Also, I saw a suspicious looking person earlier and wanted to keep an eye on him, but I completely lost him in the crowd," she looks into the woman's startled - and admittedly stunning - dark brown eyes and chalks up her nerves to an environment she doesn't seem particularly used to.

She plucks the glass she's holding out of her hand. "The punch is mediocre at best. Allow me to lead you to a table with better alcohol. Now, as for that person, did you see anyone who looked out of place? Came with a cane, weird look in his eyes. Suggested I break into Samsung."

[fatelcved]

also lemme just say that i appreciate everyone indulging me with ships and fluff and whatnot bc i've always been so nervous about asking for that stuff despite!! really loving it!! i just love all the character development that's involved, i love all the emotional connection and the significance of lil actions and words can have on someone, i love writing and thinking about all of it!! and i just!! really appreciate that lately, i feel comfortable openly offering romantic connections uvu

[floral-hex]

I’m out of town for a couple of days for my brother’s chess tournament and the internet in this hotel sucks butts and I only brought one book with me 😓

[pixel-punk-chaos]

"The movie and the food were really great. We should do this more often. Do you guys still want to come in? " It's raining. The raindrops patter on the curb and the asphalt of the streets. The only things that illuminate the surroundings are the streetlights and the lights on Valerie's front door. She unlocks her door and enters the apartment. Her male companions remain standing outside. "Oh we'll pass. It's getting late and probably your husband is already asleep. We don't want to wake him up. " Her blonde friend kindly declines her offer. " Besides, I think he already had enough stress at the cinema. He should really get some rest" Valerie sighs once and looks up, up the stairs "Oh you're right." Now she turns to her other friend. " I'll see you tomorrow at work. Get home safe." Saying goodbye, she hugs her two friends once more and then closes the door. It is pitch dark in the apartment. No light is on and it is quiet. Very quiet. But as Valerie gets closer and closer to the stairs to the upper floor, she can finally hear something. The soft sound of guitar strings being plucked. Giggling slightly, she has to shake her head. Raphael as he lives and breathes. In the cinema it seemed as if he had had a nervous breakdown. But when Valerie tried to help him, he just locked himself in the men's room and said that everything was fine. She then only heard him start to throw up. After that, he didn't want to go out to eat with the troop, he wanted to go home. And that alone. Now he sits in the bedroom again and plays his guitar. How she missed that. When she gets upstairs, she sees that the door was still open a crack. Carefully she opens the door and there he sits. Turning his back to the door, her husband sits on a chair, dreamily playing his guitar. The door is not in view. The only light that illuminates the dark room is the moonlight shining through the window. The rain is still pelting down. Carefully she approaches her husband and taps him on the shoulder. "Raphael? I'm back" He jerks completely inside himself, startled. Completely frightened, he stares at Valerie. He falls off his chair in fright. When Valerie tries to help him up, he just slaps her hand away in panic. "Hey, what are you doing, Raphael?" But before she can reprimand him further for his rudeness, she sees him start to breathe quickly and catch his breath. As she comes closer once more, he starts flailing wildly and babbling something like "let go of me" or "go away" or "don't touch me." He is totally beside himself. "Hey hey... Raph. It's all good. It's me Raphy" Like a wild animal that has been cornered, he clings to the edge of the bed. When he hears Valerie's voice, he looks to her, "It's me. You don't have to be afraid. You're safe here." Carefully approaches the brunette and kneels in front of him. "You are here at home with me. Nothing can happen to you. " His breathing still hasn't calmed down and his trembling still hasn't stopped, but he looks at her more focused now. Wherever he was a few seconds ago, now he is back here in this room, together with Valerie. "V Val ?" He stares at her. "Cecina?" She now sits down on the bed next to him and carefully takes his hand. The other arm rests protectively on his head. Now a bit calmer, Raphael leans against his wife, still breathing in a bit of panic. Soothingly, she begins to stroke his head and slowly he begins to shake. Slowly she rocks him back and forth, humming a melody softly. The whole room is dark and silent. The only thing heard is Raphael's whimpering and Valerie's soothing hum. "Shhh everything is going to be okay. You're not there anymore. You're here... With me...safe." And for a moment, the earth stopped.

That is a Scene from my Two OCs. I started to write a story and now I want to make a web comic for the story.

Stay excited when you want more information :D

[berryblu-soda]

been hesitating to post this bc i usually try to be super chill and upbeat, but im also trying to be more genuine, so here it is i guess (im doing okay, dont worry)

this probably warrants a trigger warning even tho nothing ever really happened :/

i´d like to thank from the bottom of my heart the friends ive made on this silly little site, i may be a almost a stranger to some of you, im not the greatest at keeping contact with anyone, but if i call you a friend its because you have very special a place in my heart <3<3<3

when i first made tumblr i was really struggling, it felt almost impossible to see anything lovable in myself, if it were up to my whims back then, i wouldve made myself poof out of existence, leave no trace behind. "Goodbye to that worthless piece of trash, everythings so much better without her"

it wasn´t that there was anything wrong at home, my family´s always been nothing but loving and caring to me, but i just struggled to understand *why* that was, i wasn´t contributing financially, functionally, nor did i excell at absolutely anything (looking back, i didn´t have to, i was literally 14) , everything id ever been remotely good at i knew someone who was better than me by a long shot. i didn´t have any irl friends, i had my cousins, but being family it felt a little like they were conditioned and obligated to love me because we were family

i felt alone despite being surrounded by people who loved me, i´d grown too used to it to recognize it as genuine love, so meeting you guys really helped me know that hey! maybe people arent just nice to me because they feel obligated to be! you guys inadvertedly gave me the support i needed to continue living life! And for that im endlessly grateful for <3

i can recall several times, when i was beating myself up over the simplest of mistakes, i genuinely didn´t want to exist if i wasn´t perfect, but when my spiraling got too bad and i´d even start to think of how i´d explain to yall that i´d finally given up on living, i´d start bawling my eyes out, beause I couldn't do that to yall, I still had messages to reply to, friends to wish happy birthday to... i would be devastated if any of you guys left and i couldn´t do anything to help you

so i made myself stick around, to hold on to whatever i could even if it consisted of numbing myself to the point of it being unhealthy. and ive lost years trying to get a grip and snap back to reality, but i made it! im happy these days, and i know no matter what happens im glad im still alive. And hey, maybe i´ll start digging myself into a pit again eventually, this post has been sitting in my drafts a couple weeks and in that time ive had some less than ideal days where i felt myself slipping into that old, sad, lonely, self deprecating mentality, but the difference between back then and now is that now i know i made it out of there once, and i know what´s real because ive already recognized it before, my family isnt lying to me when they say they love me, my fiends arent lying to me when they say they care about me, the only one whos lying to me is myself, saying im not worth any of that. 

so i´ll say it again, thank you friends, for existing and being there, for being my lifeline and not letting me go off the deep end, and acting as band aids for my emotional self-inflicted wounds, i´m not sure how i can ever pay you back, i´m here if you ever need me, i love you, please take care <3

[noxtivagus]

i love the architects sm. their music is so good

[golden-basil]

Rewrite & OC

AAAAH I love rewrite sonic like low-key he's my f/o... Soooooooo~~~~~~~~

I had to draw my bunny with him! They are kissing your honour!!!!!

Edit:

I coloured it

[chlorinecake]

A SUCKER FOR THE TASTE ✦— 𝐋.𝐇𝐒

▹ PAIRING — experienced husband heeseung x virgin f. reader

▹ GENRE — smut, fluff, newlyweds au

▹ SYNOPSIS — As teens, you were the uncanny duo that fell in love at first sight. Some odd years later, and you’re now a newlywed couple, spending your first night together in a fit of nerves as you navigate sex and other new feelings…

▹ WARNINGS — KINKTOBER SPECIAL, basically just pussy drunk!husband!heeseung making you squirt for hours on the night of your honeymoon, marriage themes (duh), mentions of food, dom and sub dynamics, kissing with tongue, overstimulation kink (reader cums multiple times), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, petnames (baby, angel, pretty, sweetie), that’s all

▹ WORD COUNT: 3.3k — DAY 1

YOU AND HEESEUNG were like Romeo and Juliet; two people from totally different walks of life, and honestly, no one ever would’ve guessed you two’d end up falling for each other.

Sometimes, it’s hard to tell any time had passed between the first moment you met Heeseung with a hickey on his neck in the lunch hall to now as you sit before him on a king sized bed, ring fingers clad with beautiful bands to match as you stared into each others eyes, speaking a love song of unspoken words.

“You’re fine with waiting til marriage?” You remember asking him a few weeks after you first started dating as teens, “you won’t think I’m a prude for wanting to keep things traditional?…”

“Of course not, sweetie,” you remember him answering while cupping your face in his hands, “a girl like you is worth the wait—” He whispered in between kissing your lips, “—and so much more…”

Since that moment, you and Heeseung have stuck to your guns, not even so much as showering together to keep your purity intact until the right moment…

… That fateful day when you’d say “I do” and he the same, right before venturing off into the sunset on angel’s wings to explore another country together.

Another life, might I add, as a married couple on your extravagant honeymoon…

Everything was so magical in your head, too… but regardless of that, Heeseung was too big of a fucking dork to let himself be romantic for once.

Just an hour ago, he had told the hotel receptionist “you too” after she congratulated you both on getting married—

“Grrrrrrrrr,” he pouted, scrunching his nose at you.

“Did you just… growl at me!?”

“Yes, and I’ll do it again if you keep resisting,” Heeseung threatened playfully, pointing an accusing finger at your frame now.

Sighing, you raised your hands beside your head as a sign of compliance, parting your lips slightly as you held your head back for him.

“Alright, don't move this time, alright? We can do this!” He ordered more passionately this time, cradling a single grape between his fingers before angling his wrist backwards and launching it towards your mouth.

“Oh my gosh, I finally caught it!” You shouted with excitement, words coming out a bit slurred as you bit down into the sweet fruit, “Tastes like victory,” you continued, making Heeseung grace you with his thundering ovation.

“Brava!” He began to cheer, but the rest of his sentence was interrupted by his own burp, which only elicited a fit of embarrassed giggles from the both of you…

Two empty glasses of wine sat on the hotel nightstand beside the bed you were currently sat on, and if it wasn't obvious enough, y'all were already starting to experience the giddy effects of the alcohol dancing in your systems.

“So,” you smiled, a laugh still present in your throat as you fed him a white grape from the bowl between you two, “we're the couple that eats pie in place of dinner now?”

“Sure... but not just any pie,” Heeseung corrected, leaning closer to your ear as he whispered, “blueeeberry pieeee.”

You're not sure if it was the wine or the honeymoon high, but you can't help yourself from laughing out loud at Heeseung's behavior in this moment—

“You’re a legend for always vibing with my horrible sense of humor, y’know that?” Your husband remarked while tilting his head at you endearingly.

“Your humor is definitely one-of-a-kind, but I wouldn't want you to change a thing about it,” you returned tenderly, right before feeding him a fork-full of blueberry pie from the dish between you two, feeling your heart swell as he smiled into the bite.

The kind of smile you’d have a hard time getting out of your mind later—

“Thanks, babe,” he said, a bit of dark blue jam resting in the corner of his mouth now as his eyes sparkled with what you could bet was pure flattery.

You always liked it whenever you managed to get Heeseung all flustered before you, considering how he was usually the one to make you a blushing mess with only his words.

“You've uh...” you stammer slightly, “you've got a little something on your lip there...”

“Really?”

“Yea, just... let me get it for you real quick,” you continue, licking the pad of your thumb before leaning forward to dab at the jam on his mouth.

That's when you noticed his lips curving into a subtle smirk as he whispered in a low voice, “You got it, baby?”

“Y-yea,” you stuttered again, feeling your face heat up at his words, and if you didn't look so hot to him right now, he would've pinched your cheeks—

“Whoops,” Heeseung gasped facetiously, pouting at the streak of blueberry jam he very intentionally just smeared on your lower lip, “must be the wine making me so clumsy today...”

Your eye almost twitched at the sight of him licking his finger clean, a rush of nerves swarming in your stomach now

“I-it's okay, Heeseung,” you said while lifting your thumb to your mouth, “I've got it...”

“No you don't,” he chuckled at your shy demeanor, right before closing the space between you two, taking your face in his hand and kissing you.

And yes, you saw this coming, but it took you a few seconds to fully close your eyes, letting them flutter shut as you both sighed at the taste of each other, almost as if the contact relaxed you…

The kiss was slow at first, with you and him simply breathing against each other’s mouths as his velvety lips moved against yours.

But that pace didn't last long once Heeseung broke from the kiss to move the bowl of grapes and pie out of the way, a few of the glossy green ovals hitting the ground with light thuds as his right hand found the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him.

The kiss grew more intense from there as both your heads were tilting into each other, wet smacks filling the room now as his tongue prodded against yours with every passing second.

“God, you taste so sweet,” Heeseung groaned, desperately clinging to your waist which only made you moan in response.

You and Heeseung had made out countless times in the past, but you could tell something was different this time... you never felt this worked up with him before, and you knew it wasn’t just gonna end with a kiss—

“Can’t wait to taste other parts of you, too, baby…” he hummed, kissing along your neck while pinning your delicate wrists above your head.

And that’s when you felt it…

The twitch between your legs and the heat rushing throughout your entire body…

You were wearing a plaid pajama skirt and white top that matched Heeseung’s plaid sweatpants and long sleeved shirt, as you simply expected to only eat some dessert, discuss the rest of your honeymoon plans, and head straight to sleep right after.

Now though, you knew you wouldn't be able to get much rest with your emotions like this… at least not comfortably, that is…

You’re between his lap at first until he guides you onto your back, kissing down your neck, between your breasts, and down your stomach as he lifts your top, stopping at the waist band of your skirt given the way your body tensed up suddenly.

“Is everything alright?” He asked softly, glancing back up at you with a swollen look to his pouty lips, given all the kissing they had just done.

You knew what was happening right now..

Heeseung was doing exactly what you had asked him to do, and as much as your body craved it, your mind kept fighting it for some reason…

FLASHBACK —

“Just… don’t make it too… formal, okay?”

“Formal?” Heeseung repeated with a slight chuckle as you sat beside each other on the plane that morning.

“Well, yea… I just don’t want to make a big deal out of it—”

“But it is a big deal, baby,” he cut you off by placing his hand over yours. “We’ve been waiting a long time for this, y’know?… Not just to have sex but—” he leaned closer to you as he whispered this in your ear, “—to make each other feel good… in all kinds of ways…”

His breath tickled your ear in that moment… similarly to how his lips were tickling you now as you laid before him on the mattress, his head hovering over the space between your thighs.

“We don’t have to go any further until you’re ready, love—”

“I’m ready, Heeseung,” you said while nodding, but he waited to continue, knowing in his heart that there was still something you needed to get off your chest.

He backed away, pulling your shirt back over your stomach and sitting on the bed normally now.

“Heeseung,” you said again, drawing his sparkly doe eyes back to you.

“I’m listening, love,” is all he replied with, offering you a warm smile, “what’s on your mind?”

What’s in the way? You internally asked yourself right after, knowing deep down that you had no reason to feel so nervous with him right now…

Heeseung had never alienated you because of your inexperience with sex before, and was always very understanding of your moral and sexual boundaries.

But now, things were different; you were a married couple, and one of the many perks of that was being able to explore each others body in a comfortable way…

Turns out though, it was all just your own insecurities clouding your judgment, and you hated that you couldn’t shake the nerves bubbling in your stomach…

“It’s just that,” you started nervously, fidgeting with your manicured nails, “I… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Yeah, I know,” your husband nodded sarcastically, trying his best to resist the urge to kiss you again—

“And…well, you have a lot more experience than me with this kind of thing,” you continued, lowering your head.

“So what?”

“What if I don’t meet your expectations?…”

“Expectations? What do you mean, ____?”

“Well, you’ve been with a lot of other girls and what if I’m not as good as them? What if you don’t like sex with me?…”

Heeseung’s heart would’ve otherwise dropped at your words, but instead, he smiled softly, taking your chin in his hand and lifting your head towards him. “You’re nothing like those girls I was with in the past, ____, and that’s my favorite part about you,”

You looked into his eyes as he continued, “I’ll be happy with whatever happens tonight. You wanna know why? Because I did it with you, and I love you with my everything, princess…”

“I love you too, Heeseung,” you replied meekly, flashing him a soft smile as he kissed your cheek.

“No expectations tonight, then… okay, baby? I just wanna please you,” he whispered, slowly guiding your body back down against the mattress with a secure hand. “I wanna make you feel so good,” he continued, placing another kiss to the center of your lips. 

Heeseung started by letting his plush lips wander all over your body again, lifting your shirt up once more to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your stomach.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured with warm breath against your skin, caressing your inner thighs with his hands until you naturally craned them open, inviting him to your pulsing core.

Your breath hitched once you felt his nose burry between your clothed folds, but your little sounds only excited him even further, and he wasted no time in removing your panties completely now.

“Heeseung,” you whined, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he spat on your cunt, toying with the moisture there using his middle and index finger.

“Just relax for me, angel,” your husband cooed with a soothing tone, and you're not sure if it was the alcohol or the petname he just called you in his bedroom voice, but your head was starting to feel very dizzy.

And if you weren't so horny, you would've felt bashful in front of him like this... half-naked, and trembling when he's hardly even touched you yet.

The coldness of his wedding band against the warm flesh of your thigh sent shivers down your spine, and he wasted no time in inviting his fingers into your sopping hole, one at a time until your walls practically sucked him in.

He then started to leave kitten licks against your sensitive bud, complimenting the pace by pumping his wrist towards your pelvis with his digits still exploring the gummy walls of your cunt.

Admittedly, you had tried fingering yourself in the past, but it never felt as good as the way Heeseung worked wonders inside you right now, but you still needed something...

Something to hold onto… something to grab, and Heeseung could immediately tell once your nails started weakly nipping at the bed sheets, your pussy throbbing more and more—

“Hee,” you moaned, feeling his fingers curl deeper and deeper inside your tight cunt, “need to touch you so bad...”

“Yea? Wanna hold my hand, pretty?”

All you can manage to do is nod desperately, making him chuckle slightly at your neediness.

“If you hold my hands, I need you to promise to keep your legs open for me on your own... can you do that for me, love?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, and with that, Heeseung got to work on licking your slick from his fingers before finding your hands in his.

But your core was already missing the stimulation, making your hips rise up and down as if thin air would provide enough friction to ease your craving.

And that's when he licked his first stripe up the center of your pussy, and you're sure your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the sensation.

It didn't take long for the pleasure to escalate from there, either.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked you in like a starved out man. His tongue was applying pressure in all the best ways before sinking into your hole, filling you up just enough to have you arching your back on the bed.

You felt your first orgasm wash over you, but you knew your husband had no intention of stopping so soon.

You were mewling beneath him at the overstimulation, thankful that he at least slowed down the pace of his tongue, even though he was still very earnestly slurping at your juices…

“Could eat this pussy for hours, princess… you’re just too delicious…” he groaned, and you felt the bed shaking from the way he was rutting his crotch against the mattress, furrowing his eyebrows as his kept eating you out.

“Come on baby, let me hear you,” Heeseung practically begged, his tone sounding so hoarse, so drunk as the vibrations from his voice only tantalized you even further, “tell me how good it feels...”

“F-feels s-so fucking good, baby,” you moaned, words coming out in fragments given how cloudy your brain was becoming, and you're pretty sure you had your second or third orgasm shortly after as your hands squeezed his, so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His tongue was licking between your folds so well, the textured muscle making your skin tingle all over but in the best way imaginable.

Heeseung didn't plan on any of this to happening, which is why it felt so good in the first place. It was natural, raw, and so so messy…

Your own cum was dripping all over his chin and lips, and he was loving every single second of it.

He was obsessed with it. The way your clit throbbed against his lips, the way you squirted your juices all over his face, the way your thighs squirmed while struggling to stay open, and your angelically desperate cries of pleasure as he drew out orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

He wished he could watch your face contort with need as he fucked you with his face and tongue, but he couldn't look back up at you no matter how hard he tried… He had to keep his face buried between you…

Your strength eventually gave out and your grip released his hands that soon found one of your tits, gripping the mound of flesh in a way that only drew you even further over the edge.

Your hips had even developed a mind of their own, humping against his face like a bunny in heat as he whispered filthy nothings against your cunt, as well as sweet somethings that you'd hear for the next hour or two that Heesueng spent with his pointy nose brushing against your clit.

“You're so fucking wet for me, angel...”

“Love it when you come all over my face.”

“Pull my hair, baby... harder than that...”

“So so beautiful, and just for me.”

“Keep those pretty thighs open just like that, baby…”

“You taste so fucking divine...”

“Please don't tell me to stop... just one more, baby... I know you've got it in you...”

He found just as much enjoyment being between your thighs as you did in having him there, making you cream on his tongue again and again until you finally hiccuped the words, “N-no more, Hee... p-please, I can't t-take anymore...”

But your begging only made Heeseung even greedier, letting his fingers find your clit where he applied enough pressure and stimulation to break that last orgasm out of you, leaving you a shaking mess as he kissed you down, harder than a bullet in his own pants from getting to see you like this so many times and for so long in just one evening.

A series of shaky whimpers filled the room now as your husband crawled back over you, kissing you with his swollen lips while caressing the side of your fucked-out face. “You did so good for me, baby... especially on your first night...”

“Th-thank you,” you said with a weak chuckle, still feeling your orgasms fresh in your hips and thighs as he kept soothing you with his touch, your breath shaky in your chest after hours of coming undone with him…

That's when he moved over to lay beside you, and your eyes almost immediately caught sight of the thick bulge resting behind his pants, and you couldn't help but feel a little bad now given how he didn’t get much action the whole time.

“Do you want me to...” you started timidly, moving your hand to touch him up til he stopped you.

“Not tonight... we can have fun with that tomorrow,” Heeseung smiled, making you giggle again as he changed his position to make the bulge less noticeable, “for now though, let's focus on getting you cleaned up... sound good?”

“Better than good,” you replied tenderly, kissing him on the cheek before he got up from the bed and headed toward the hotel bathroom where he planned to run you a nice warm bath.

“Wait!” Your husband called out suddenly, just as he caught you trying to get out of the bed on your own.

Running over, a confused look remained on your face as he picked you up from the mattress bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom.

“I didn't forget how to walk, Heeseung,” you giggled, keeping your hands secure at his shoulder as he cradled you into the tub.

“I know,” he laughed, helping you get your top off and over your head as the water ran in the background, “I just didn't want my precious wife accidentally stepping on any of those grapes I dropped earlier...”

It went without saying that Heeseung had always been a loser, but he was your loser, and that fact alone was the bandaid that covered up every preconceived notion of him you ever created in the back of your mind…

You didn’t see him the way other people saw him… as the former man whore, troublemaker, or hopeless goof from high school, ‘destined’ to never change…

You saw him as the adorable nerd who accepted you for the things you saw as flaws… as the guy who still wore character themed PJ’s every once in a while that you now get to call “Hubby,” “lovey,” and “mine…”

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Excuse you??? That is so cool :0

Honestly my mom could probably classify as a witch too, she's always done these sorts of things as well, especially the palm reading (though she refuses to read mine or teach me). Her view of the world and how in tune she is with the energies of things was always really magical to me.

petition to shorten "classic literature" to "clit"