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Trust
My 3rd KakaSaku one shot in 2 hours because I am a hopeless hoe shipper
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It was already half past midnight as Sakura carried Kakashi who was passed out drunk in his room and laid him down on his bed as gently as she could.
After removing his vest and shoes, she sat at the edge of her ex-sensei's bed to stare at his sleeping form.
It was the very first time Kakashi had been drunk. Sakura couldn't recall a single instance of Kakashi ever getting drunk in the past, and she wondered if his senses were still as sharp as when he's sober.
As if on cue, an idea struck her mind. Without really thinking it through, Sakura inched closer to Kakashi. And then she slowly raised her hand, zeroing in on Kakashi's mask. With Kakashi unconscious, it was the perfect chance to take his mask off. Sakura stuck out a finger and hooked it at the edge of Kakashi's mask, and then she slowly pulled it down, all the while her heart was beating loudly against her chest with mixed excitement and fear, ignoring the little voice at the back of her head.
Halfway down, though, Sakura froze when she felt the strong pull of her conscience.
No, she thought. This isn't right.
It's true they've been desperate for years to know how Kakashi looked like under the mask and had devised multiple ways on how they could take it off him, but during all those times Kakashi had been awake and aware. Sakura shook her head and abruptly took her hand back, her heart still thumping hard against her ribcage.
"No, I can't do this to Kakashi-sensei," Sakura mused aloud to herself, turning away from Kakashi to stare at her hands. "I can't betray his trust like this. He had the mask for a reason. I should respect that. I shouldn't take it off without his permission. It'd be like... undressing him. I wouldn't want that to happen to me."
She signed, but she was pleased with her decision. "Maybe I'll just ask him again to take it off in the future. Who knows. He might finally give in." Sakura smiled to herself.
She turned back to Kakashi to stare at him some more. He never looked so calm and peaceful than when he was in a deep sleep. She'd never seen him that way, and for a moment she was tempted to just stay there and gawk at him. Sakura shook herself out of her reverie and gingerly stood. She smoothed the covers over Kakashi, turned off the main light and turned on the lamp on the bedside table, and finally walked to the door. But before she left, she threw another glance at the man sleeping on the bed. And then she was gone.
*****
As soon as the click of the closed door reverberated in the night, indicating that Sakura had indeed left, Kakashi opened his eye and stared up at the ceiling, a smile curving at the corner of his lips. He had been awake even before Sakura brought him to his room.
He replayed Sakura's words in his head over and over again while a warm feeling spread over his chest. He had never felt that way in a long time and he found he rather liked it. One of these days he'd surprise her, Kakashi decided. Sakura would get her wish. She deserved so in exchange for her great respect for him.
He never believed in owing anyone anything, but Sakura was different.
How and why, he'd ponder on that later on.
(See more on my Ao3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/DJappleblush/works)
#kakasaku#hatake kakashi#haruno sakura#naruto#otp#trust kink#gaaaahhhhhhhhh#I am neck deep in this ship lmao#it's not even funny#I would have loved to see this type of dynamic play out#but of course we can't always have what we want#fanfic
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you know what? i’ll take it
curious about what's in store for you for 2023? :D
let AO3 decide!
(this is a random generator that will give you four (4) ao3 tags, so you know, warnings for what that usually entails)
#jj’s on the dumb bitch juice#hit with a clue-by-four#ugly holiday sweaters#anti-catholicism#trust kink
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small training sessions
#cnc fr33use#humiliation k!nk#dumb puppy#needy wh0re#degrade and humiliate me#dumbification#objectify me#cnc sub#dumb wh0re#dumb bunny#degradation k1nk#degrading k1nk#dehumanize me#degredation kink#dumb slvt#cage#locked in caged#mask kink#training#trust#cnc k!nk#cnc free use
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Every fucking callout post has the screenshots that are like:
target: sooo, as I was saying [ta6oo kink] is so fucking hot right? Are you still down to RP it with me? target: I get it if you wanna 6ail OP of callout: Yeah I fucking love it, I'm totally down :D OP of callout: Anything you're feeling right now in particular
And so as much as it disgusted me to lie a6out 6eing into that shit it was the only way I could get the trans woman with weird tastes to expose herself 10 years ago.
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And every fucking time I'm just like, damn, even if that particular thing is distur6ing to me, you fucking lied your way into knowing it, kept the lie up for years and then used that trust to try and ruin her life? And you want me to trust you now? Fuck off.
#6aaah#I've never seen a trans woman get targetted for her kinks that doesn't include that exact exchange#like damn#if you care so much why did you pretend to 6e on her side a6out it for years#shit like this is why I've got trust issues with things like even the specifics of my taste in vore
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You ever think about feminizing cum?
Like imagine pounding a cute boy, and each load widens their hips a little, fills their chest, raises their moans. Every drop of cum she takes makes her just a little bit more…
Your good girl~
Honestly this is the DREAM. idk if I want to be the boy or the tgirl pounding him but either way. yes. Yes yes yes yes goddddddddd yes.
It starts off as a friends-with-benefits situation, just casual sex now and again. The changes are slight, barely noticeable, the only difference he ever notices is his nipples getting more sensitive and his voice hitting a higher pitch as he cums. That’s nothing too unusual, but he soon finds that it’s difficult to get off from masturbating or having sex with anyone else. He keeps going back to Her, each time bothered less and less with how She always drops “good girl” into Her affirmations, his slight discomfort with the term turning into an inexplicable blush. The pounding he gets every time She cums inside him gets rougher as well, until one day he can feel his tits bouncing as he gets railed against the bed…
#sighing dreamily and smiling like a sick perv right now#forcefem#tf kink#corruption#i can be trusted around cute boys
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I can’t believe a boyfriend made a silly sex joke to lighten the mood after both partners had a moment of vulnerability. The audacity. The horror. The normalcy! Unbelievable. How dare a conversation about feelings turn to levity. How dare a couple have a light chat about trauma-related things over dinner that doesn’t turn into an incredibly deep heart to heart instead of a joke and moving on. Unbelievable. I’m never watching this show again! 👎🏻
#911 spoilers#bucktommy#Evan buckley#Tommy kinard#look#as a queer person in a relationship with another queer person#both of whom have major familial trauma#trust me when I say you generally DONT WANT ever reference to your feelings and trauma to turn into a huge deep discussion#sometimes you just say something vulnerable#and the other person does too#and then you joke about it and move on#humour is powerful coping mechanism as well#one that is pretty common especially among guys#people need to freaking relax ffs#Tommy is not a horrible person for making a flirty joke#things were said and feelings were acknowledged#and then they moved on#this is all perfectly freaking natural#Buck is not some sensitive flower that can’t handle a silly joke about daddy issues#please I beg you all to look at this at a distance with some common sense#rather than the ‘but Buck is traumatized and must always be treated delicately!!’ lens#and I am saying all of this as someone who really doesn’t give two fucks about the joke itself#I’m not into daddy kink idgaf#but if the idea that a queer couple isn’t allowed to insert a flirty joke to lighten a moment of vulnerability#then I don’t know what to tell you#you personally finding something innapropriate does not mean it’s actually innapropriate#please just chill out ffs#no one wants to hear about how evil Tommy is for hitting on his boyfriend for months and months to come
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You ever see someone you want to do horribly disgusting kinky shit with but also be so wholesome with after? Like lets fuck and experiment until we're both out of breath, have came multiple time and are fully satisfied then let's snuggle up together. Tangled up in each others arms, wanting to be as close to each other as possible while trying to catch our breath. Big silly smiles thinking about how perfect it all was, trailing little kisses and nuzzling into each other, drifting off to sleep in a little blissful bubble
#i know its basically aftercare but its more about the connection#that desperate need to be so close and just wanting the moment to never end#sharing it with someone you trust and love and get to relive similar moments over and over#cant wait to find that person even if im sort of scared to try and look for them#i cant sleep with someone im not in a relationship with because i get way too attached and have to many feelings#have to be in it for the long hall if you want this pussy#Ns/fw post#ns/fw blog#ns/fw#ns/ft blog#ns/ft#fdom#bd/sm blog#bd/sm kink#bd/sm community#k!nk blog#k!nk community#petpl@y#puppy sub#subby puppy#soft fem dom#pet pl4y#cvm wh0re#br33d1ng#cvmaddict
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Smell Check [Easy: Failure]
MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#disco elysium#MDZS Disco Elysium AU#So sad I didn't manage to get this comic out on the 15th (pd-mdzs's 8 month anniversary and DE's 4th year anniversary) but I'm here *now*#I have a very extensive and detailed MDZS Disco Elysium AU that I am Not Normal About.#I've seen a few other people point out the potential in a crossover (true) but they make the mistake in having it be set in 51!#A true crossover would take place closer to The Antecentennial Revolution!#Disco Elysium did not go that hard on its cool lore for people to only make surface level crossovers!!!#One day I'll write the fic or post my notes. I don't know who would read it but it tickles *my* brain and that's enough.#No spoilers for DE (here or in comments (please)) but please consider....Magpie Wei Wuxian B*) On his way to be an innocent.#I do think there is a good chance a chunk of the MDZS readership would enjoy DE but...it's also not a game I easily recommend#It's more of an experience you have to marinate over. It's dark in ways that are off putting to some people.#It makes you feel like a very bad person all the time. It gets extremely personal if you allow yourself to be honest in your answers#and it's also the game that saved my life. My life was truly forever changed after playing disco elysium.#If I recommend it to people it's a badge of the trust I have in you to appreciate something dear to me B'*)#If you decide to play: PLEASE go in as blind as possible. You will regret spoiling yourself.#edit: this is based on real disco elysium dialogue. HDB has many canon kinks but this is not one of them
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okay wait hear me out: Soap with a shaved asshole
BUT (wait, listen, hear me out)
Ghost is the one who shaves him, and he does it with a straight razor
semi-regularly, Johnny finds himself face down in a pillow, his ass in the air trying to stay as still as possible while Simon spreads his cheeks, lathering shaving cream in his ass crack, the knife-sharp edge of the razor pressed against his sensitive skin, hands holding the skin taut to avoid cutting him, giving him the smoothest shave he’s ever had, all so Simon can fuck him better
he spends the entire time nearly vibrating in place, trying to stay stock still so Simon doesn’t accidentally cut him, but his cock is hanging between his legs and every scrape of the razor on his skin has him twitching, trying to get friction, unsure if he wants to flinch away or press back into the razor’s edge in Simon’s hand
sometimes he swears that the shaving is more erotic than the sex that comes after
#listen I know we all love hairy soap (myself included)#but I also love soap trusting ghost with a straight razor literally right next to his asshole and in between his buttcheeks#something about it#I honestly have no idea if you even can shave your ass with a straight razor#undoubtedly it’s a bad idea#shaving kink#knife kink#does it count? i’m tagging it anyway#call of duty#cod#don’t try this at home kids#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#tombstone's epitaphs
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do you have any unposted empires stuff… 🥺🤲
i was so ready to be like nah BUT I FOUND SOMETHING ACTUALLY!! so here’s a doodle i did of a pregnant s2 scott for a twitter mutual like two years ago
#trust me i was just as surprised to find this as you were#i forget SO much of what i draw LOL#ask#belly kink#mpreg#preg#pregnancy kink#emprs#smjr
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Artsy? Maybe
#lgbt#attention wh0r3#bi#slvt#stupid slvt#cnc rough#free use kink#free use slvt#soft cnc#oh no#trust i had so much fun doing this#i love my bess frennnnnn
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Just a quick FYI for you hypnodom hopefuls out there…
Opening a message with a simple command doesn’t make you a dom.
#just saying#earn a sub’s trust first#all kinks take time and trust#hypnosub#hypnoblog#hypno toy#brainwashing#hypno fantasy#hypnokink#mind control#hypno girl#goonette#corruption kink#bd/sm community
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sourdough starter snack
/recently found out that live yeast might ferment in the stomach for a while if large quantities of it are eaten. think noises, think expansion. so this fic happened. uhh/
Jackie’s dorm room was quiet, save for the hum of the AC and the rustle of pages turning as she sat in the living room, reviewing her notes. She had a tendency to stay up late cramming. It was just past midnight, and the dim glow of the kitchen light spilled into the living room.
Jackie had been so wrapped up in her studying, she hadn’t noticed the soft sounds of someone moving around in the kitchenette until she heard the faint scraping of a spoon against a bowl. She glanced up from her notebook, frowning slightly. An hour ago, Sawyer had settled on the couch (trying to be considerate of Jackie’s roommate), but it looked like her stomach decided otherwise — a thought Jackie couldn’t help but find stimulating.
It wasn’t unusual for Sawyer to raid the fridge late at night, considering her appetite, but checking on her anyways couldn’t hurt.
Jackie slipped out of bed, quietly padding down the hall. As she approached the kitchen, the sound of the spoon grew clearer. Jackie had a pretty good idea what she was about to find.
“Sully?” she called out, folding her arms over her chest.
“Hmm?” came a muffled response from the kitchen.
When Jackie turned the corner into the kitchen, her suspicion was confirmed. There, standing at the counter with a big mixing bowl clutched in one hand and a spoon halfway to her mouth, was Sawyer. Her eyes were glued to the bowl, completely oblivious to Jackie’s presence.
Jackie’s eyes widened when she saw the unmistakable texture and bubbles of leavening. The bowl wasn’t just any bowl. It was her sourdough starter — weeks of careful fermentation and feeding, gone, or at least half gone, if the looks of it were anything to go by.
“Oh my God, Sully. What are you doing?” Jackie blurted out, rushing forward.
Sawyer looked up, mid-chew, her cheeks full. She swallowed slowly, then grinned sheepishly, as if she hadn’t just committed what Jackie considered to be the culinary equivalent of a felony.
“Uh… hey, babe. Eating cookie dough… duh,” she mumbled through another bite, lifting the spoon and gesturing toward the bowl. “I didn’t know you made some. It’s pretty good, but kind of tangy. Want a bite?”
Jackie’s heart skipped a beat. Her brain stumbled over itself, trying to process what she was seeing as Sawyer scooped up another spoonful into her mouth. Cookie dough?
“That’s not cookie dough, that’s—” she said, her voice pitching higher with every word. She raked a hand through her hair, trying to figure out how to break the news. “That’s sourdough starter, Sully!”
Sawyer froze, spoon hovering halfway to her mouth, and blinked at Jackie. “Uh… what?”
Jackie rubbed a hand over her face, groaning. “It’s sourdough starter. It’s fermented! Not something you just eat… raw!”
Sawyer’s eyes darted to the bowl, then to the spoon, which she’d been licking, then back to Jackie. The confusion was clear on her face, but slowly, ever so slowly, it began to dawn on her that she might’ve seriously messed up.
“Wait…” Sawyer furrowed her brow. “So, it’s… not edible?”
“No! Well, I mean, not like that!” Jackie threw her hands up. “You don’t just eat it! It’s used to make bread rise. It’s filled with live cultures and bacteria—”
Sawyer flinched at the word “bacteria,” her gaze flicking to the bowl in her hands. “It’s alive?”
“Yeah, as in yeast! You’re supposed to let it ferment for days to make bread.” Jackie pressed a hand to her forehead. “How much did you eat?”
Sawyer placed the bowl down on the counter, eyeing the near-empty contents. She hesitated, then shrugged. “I dunno. Like, a lot?”
“A lot? Sully, that’s—” Jackie cut herself off, taking a deep breath. “Sully, that stuff expands when it’s heated up. Who knows how much of that is sitting in — in your stomach right now!”
Sawyer’s eyes shifted down to her stomach, which now seemed even more ominous with the knowledge of what was inside. She gulped, eyes widening. “It expands?”
“Yes. And I’m fairly sure it’s going to make you really sick if you’ve eaten as much as it looks like you have.”
Sawyer’s expression began to falter. A hand instinctively moved to rest on her abdomen, and for the first time that night, she looked genuinely worried. Her belly felt like a rock had dropped inside, pressing against her insides as it expanded.
“Uh… now that you mention it…” she said, her fingers prodding lightly against her belly. “I do feel kinda weird…”
Jackie watched. Typically, this kind of situation would have her blushing; Sawyer had a habit of overindulging and feeling the consequences. But this time, what she’d eaten wasn’t just a bad call — it could really upset her stomach. Jackie wasn’t aroused in the slightest, only concerned. “What kind of weird? Stomachache?”
Sawyer paused, her face scrunching up as she tried to gauge how she was feeling. “It’s not, like, painful. But it’s definitely feeling… off. Like, kinda tight. Heavy.”
As if her belly was starting to rise like dough. Like bread in an oven. Live yeast thrives in warm environments, and the human stomach is warm. Particularly Sawyer’s gut, since Sawyer was like a living, walking furnace, always overheating.
Jackie was already thinking through their options. Nothing in her two years of medical studies equipped her for a girlfriend who had mistaken sourdough starter for cookie dough, and she was unsure of what to do when that sourdough decided to fight back in her girlfriend’s belly. “Okay. Well, your body’s probably trying to process all that yeast. You just ate half a bowl of fermented dough, I mean, we need to keep an eye on this.”
Sawyer stared down at her stomach again, a flash of panic crossing her face. “Oh, crap. I thought it was cookie dough,” she pitifully blurted, as if saying it louder would make it somehow less of an issue.
Jackie shook her head, reaching out to gently push Sawyer into one of the kitchen chairs. “Alright, alright. Just sit down. You’ll wake Willow up.”
Sawyer plopped down into the chair, slowly rubbing circles over the front of her tank top. “I just saw food, and I thought—”
“You just saw food and thought, ‘must eat now,’” Jackie put in playfully.
Sawyer cracked a weak smile. “Yeah, something like that.”
Jackie stood up, fetching a glass of water and placing it in front of Sawyer. Even though Jackie had never seen Sawyer do anything this stupid before, she knew Sawyer had pulled some dumb stunts in the past. Jackie realized that all Sawyer needed was a little patience and attention, and she would bounce back like new. “Drink this. It might help a little.”
Sawyer obediently took the glass and sipped it slowly. She grimaced, glancing down at her stomach. It churned, making thick, sloshy sounds, and she could swear she felt it expand just a little more with each passing second. “Uh, Jackie, I think it’s getting worse.”
At this, Jackie’s eyes snapped to Sawyer’s midsection. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but Sawyer’s usually flat stomach did seem a little bloated, like it was already reacting to the mass of sourdough starter she had so thoughtlessly consumed. The sourdough starter wasn’t exactly the villain here — it was just doing its thing. And it must’ve been having a field day in Sawyer’s stomach, bubbling, fermenting the sugars and starches it could find.
It had taken weeks to build it up, feeding it daily, watching it grow into a thriving colony of yeast and bacteria, preparing it to make bread. And now, more than half of it was gone, sitting inside Sawyer’s stomach instead of turning into a fresh loaf.
“We need to get you to the bathroom,” Jackie said firmly, moving to her side.
Sully gave her a wide-eyed look. “You think I’m gonna be sick or something?”
“We’re not taking any chances.” Jackie grabbed her by the arm, pulling her gently toward the door — no easy feat when Sawyer had both the weight and height advantage at a full head taller.
A deep gurgle came from the depth of Sawyer’s stomach, echoing in the dim-lit hallway. “Oh man… I don’t feel so good…”
“Well,” Jackie muttered, helping her girlfriend out of the kitchen, “you did just eat a half gallon of live bacteria and flour — perhaps more.”
They hurried the rest of the way to the bathroom, where Jackie eased Sawyer down onto the floor beside the toilet.
Sawyer leaned against the cool tile, looking utterly miserable. Her face had lost its color, and her curls, damp with sweat, stuck to her forehead. She groaned softly, rubbing her taut belly. “I can’t believe I’m gonna throw up bread before it’s even bread.”
Jackie snorted despite herself. “That’s one way to look at it.”
“Next time,” Sawyer said, her voice weak, “just label your bowls.” She could feel the heavy, bloated weight pressing against her insides, sluggish, bubbling uncomfortably as if everything inside was expanding and shifting, trying to find a way out.
It was only a matter of time before it all came rushing back up.
Jackie patted her girlfriend’s knee. “I will. But next time, just ask before you go shoveling random stuff into your mouth, dumbass.”
#belly expansion#belly kink#full belly#tummy noises#belly gurgles#stomach kink#stomach ache#bloated gut#stuffed belly#upset stomach#myocs#mywriting#sawyer jordanson#this is my first shot at a fic :]#i've had this idea in my head for suuuch a long time. so glad i finally get to write it out#ive been itching to trust#like the fact that sourdough starter just RISES. and expands. other similar words. etc.#and that bellies are basically the perfect environment in that sense? okay dude...#if im not lazy i'll fs write a self indulgent part two. think burping and#jackie resting her head on sawyers stomach to listen to her girlfriends digestion <3
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sub!art with a major mommy kink
ooohohohoho boy do i have some stuff for u
(hyperlinked them 4 u)
‘Taboo’ : sub!art donaldson fic w mommy kink
small feminization thirst post w mommy kink mention
dilf sub!art w mommy kink (ask)
art donaldson has a mommy kink; i just know it. it’s hardwired into his nervous system. calling you mommy just gets him going, like he needs to feel taken care of and nurtured before you ruin his pretty body :/
he especially loves to say it when he’s asking (begging) you for something.
“please, mommy” this and “i’ll be good, mommy” that. he’s so into it.
#trust me i’m VERY into art w a mommy kink#it’s my bread and butter i live for it#the cooking and cleaning fic i wrote a while ago has similar vibes he just calls reader maam instead of mommy#sage’s asks
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fantasizing about shy femmes again, hear me out. i want to dom a femme friend who's never topped before into fucking my cunt, laying down on the edge of my bed and telling her that there's nothing she could do that i couldn't handle.
"i'm tough, remember? if i'm going to give you a lesson on how to fuck, i have to see where we're starting from right? so stand between my thighs and just think about it first, you don't even have to take your cock out yet, just grind your bulge against mine while you imagine the heat of my walls around you. don't think."
she'd be too hesitant for my liking, shyly nudging up against me so i'd lock my legs behind her back, forcing her to press her hard cock against my fat cunt as the fabric separating us dampens. she'd flush, and i'd grab her hands to prevent her from trying to hide, pressing them into my thighs as i lean up into her to place a hand around her throat.
"i said, don't. think. you don't need to, baby girl, you just need to let your pretty cock make the decisions for you. i'm your friend, i wouldn't lie to you. you trust me, right? so close your eyes, brace yourself with your hands around my head, and envision yourself inside my cunt as you grind against me. if i think you're doing a good job, then we can try it with clothes off. go for it, baby girl, show me what this gorgeous body can do."
#my uterus is screaming sooooo loudly for girlcock#good afternoon and evening#my ass cannot be trusted to have friends without having serious homoerotic tension with them#anyway does anyone wanna go to the lake with me??#beaches are contaminated near me so its gotta be lake#also this situation applies to silicone too js#anyway i need a femme to fuck me right now or im gonna jump#text#nsft#t4t nsft#ftm nsft#nsft ftm#nb nsft#nsft nb#t4t kink#mtf nsft
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Laughing & being silly with him, after he spent all night making you moan in pleasure... has to be one of life's least discussed little blessings...
~beccawise7 💜🖤
#my mind#my thoughts#connection#desire#lovers#soul connection#my writings#intimacy#lust for life#fun times#trust#relationship#sensuality#adventurous#laughter#smiley happy#smiles#happy#happy friday#friday night#lover#intimate moments#be silly#primal kink
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