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fuckmyskywalker · 8 months

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"Tight Squeeze" — Luke Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut. Titfucking, blowjob, mommy kink, little cum play. | Word count: 1.3k (not proofread!)

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With his lips attached to your right nipple, you pet Luke’s hair. He’s been sucking your tits for almost thirty minutes now all while you stroke his cock slowly, brushing your thumb over the weeping tip causing him to moan against your chest.

His tongue swirls over your swollen nub, whining with contentment at the sensation. Luke has a fixation— an obsession with your tits. He could suck, nibble, and kiss them for hours, and not even in a sexual way. He cups them in his large, soft hands, enjoying the weight and texture of your skin. His left-hand pinches your unattended nipple while his teeth scrape the other one.

“You look so pretty sucking my tits, baby boy.” You coo at him, twisting a blonde lock around your middle finger.

He moans in return, his cheeks reddening at the praise. His cock twitches under your hand, and you tug on it gently, encouraging him to continue. He obeys, his lips and teeth never ceasing their assault on your breasts. You feel pleasure radiating through your body, and you know that he is about to cum by the weak whimpers that escape his throat and the throbbing sensation of his length.

“I’m gonna come—” Luke gasps, panting while his tongue slides over your nipple.

You allow him a few more seconds of pleasure before abruptly cutting the flicking of your hand, smiling when his narrow hips jolt and thrust upwards, whining at the loss of stimulation and the denial of orgasm. His sky-like eyes water looking at you with a silent plea making your blood boil. There is something about Luke simply acting like a neglected, touch-starved baby that gets your body ready to take him and milk him dry.

“Shhh, it’s alright angel” The sweetness in your voice calms him down mildly, but when he buries his face in your chest again, nuzzling his face in the valley of your breasts, you feel the first teardrops. “Why are you crying, sweetheart?”

He refuses to answer, simply caressing your still erected nipple with his thumb. You wait patiently, not pushing him to answer.

“It hurts.”

Your heart aches at his words— but edging Luke is both so fun and sexy. And you adore how he acts as if he didn't love every second of it. Not only did it make his orgasms more intense, it also granted him that feeling of relief that comes with being taken care of.

“Lay down,” You say and he obeys. He has no idea what your mind is scheming now, but Luke can see the gears running inside your mind.

He lies naked in the bed, waiting for instructions for you to do something. His cock stands stiff, long, and slightly curved to the right. It’s a beautiful sight, and you take notice of the way his hands fist the bedsheets in an attempt not to wrap them around his length and provide himself some relief.

Kneeling on the bed, the mattress springs chirring quietly at your combined weight, you then lay over his legs, inching your face towards his cock. Luke’s breath hitches, he knows what you are about to do and the thought makes him twitch right in front of you. Licking a slow, teasing stripe from the base to the tip, Luke sighs your name, crooking his neck to the side to watch you. Wrapping your mouth around the tip, you begin to suck him off slowly keeping your palms on his hips to stop him from thrusting upward.

Building up a comfortable pace, you dig your nails into the freckled skin of his thighs, smirking every time he moans your name earnestly. His hips jolt forward as you take him deeper into your mouth but overpowered by your grip, his hands grasping the back of your head and pushing you deeper onto his cock. You take him down to the base and back up again, feeling him grow harder and stiffer with each movement. His orgasm builds as you take him closer and closer to the edge. You weren’t in a mean mood that night, or else touching you would require a punishment; no, instead— Instead you raise from his cock, shushing him when he protests.

“That’s no way to talk to Mommy, Luke” Your chest hovers over his crotch as you warn him.

He nods, biting the inner part of his cheek. “Sorry, Mommy”

“It’s alright honey, I know you had a long day… that’s why Mommy will make you feel better tonight”

Spitting on your palm, you spread your saliva over his length, placing it in between your breasts and squeezing them softly, giving him a taste of what’s about to come; Luke’s eyes widen, and he swears he could come right there. Keeping your eyes locked on his face, the eye contact makes him shudder. A string of little “oh’s” and “Mommy!” falls down his lips like a blissful, angelic melody. Sliding your tits up and down, you watch every reaction, feel every twitch of his cock.

The smooth hug of your tits, the pair he loves the most, giving him such a show is speeding up his orgasm. Squeezing them tighter, the skin indents, his reddened tip popping in and out from between them. Luke fucking love your tits. He thinks they are perfect, so soft— the right size and weight for him to lick, suck, and now— fuck.

“That feels so good Mommy” He moans, his blonde hair sticking to his sides. His hands are on his chest, rubbing the skin of his abdomen. He is dying to touch you, but he already did it earlier and he is painfully aware that it might grant him punishment for later— but oh Maker you look so pretty with his cock in between your tits… “P–Please Mommy— Can I come? Please, please”

His begging is sweeter than a Jogan fruit pie, it is something you would never get tired of. Luke might be the savior of the Galaxy, but when he is with you he is nothing more than a whiny little baby.

“Do you want to come over my tits, pretty boy?”

Luke nods fervently, completely head over heels for you– your body, your face, your voice, your tits. The confirmation, although it’s something you already knew he was dying for, sends a shock of pleasure straight to your core, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter and the thought. You know he is waiting, waiting for you to give him permission to do so. Luke is such a good, obedient boy— he will never come without your permission, nor without warning you first.

“Do it then, be a good boy for Mommy, come” Not even three seconds after you spoke, Luke was almost sobbing your name, thanking you for treating him so well.

His cock twitches, hot spurts of cum landing on your chest, some on your neck, and even on your chin. The intensity of his climax was bigger than you predicted, you could even argue it is the first time you have ever seen him come so much. His release, creamy and sticky paints your breasts like the most beautiful painting in the Naboo Museum he took you on a date. You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as you watched him in ecstasy. You enjoyed the feeling of his warm cum on your skin and the sensation it brought. It was the perfect ending to the perfect night. His heavy breathing and quiet sniffing were vivid proof that only you could evoke such emotions in Luke Skywalker.

Fighting the tiredness that followed his orgasm, Luke looks at you with half-lidded eyes, admiring his cum all over you. The sight urges a groan from his lips, he knows that if he looks too much he will get hard in no time again.

“What do we say now?” Luke’s eyes follow your movements, seeing how you rub his cum over your tits, pinching your nipples and practically using it as lube. His stomach flips in excitement and adoration.

“Thank you, Mommy”

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mishwanders · 1 year

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Chapter Seventeen [No.031]: I Am an Animal Cannibal

Pairing: Albert Wesker x Cannibal GN!Reader

Summary: You find Chris Redfield on Rockfort and get to have another shot at him.

Warnings: guns, choking Chris (but not in a sexy way)

The Devil’s Teeth

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You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching Wesker at work, typing away, attempting to get the cameras around the facility back on. After you two had been out of earshot of the Redfeild sister, he had explained to you the situation - more information was uncovered on Alexia’s whereabouts, her secret lab was located, and it seemed that Chris had made it to the island as well.

You understood his decision to let her live, knowing that Chris would come running to save her, pretending to play the part of a hero. The only thing was, you knew she was no longer on the island, having headed for the Antarctica base. If you really had to admit to it, you were happy about the outcome. You would have the element of surprise against him, make you attack before he even knew what had hit him. You’d been preparing yourself for the day you’d see him again since the last encounter back at Spencer’s mansion. You were ready to rip into him, feel his flesh between your teeth.

You smiled at the thought of it, finding yourself looking forward to the fight.

Wesker slammed his fist against the desk, pulling you out of your wishful thoughts. You could hear the faint sound of singing coming from the screen in front of him. You moved off the wall over to his side, seeing the figure of Alexia Ashford holding twin brother Alfred across her lap. He was still, quiet.

Dead.

“So she’s alive.” You stated, turning your attention to another screen.

You noticed the image of Claire and a young man that you hadn’t met before barrelling down a hall, the words “ANTRC 07” listed on the screen. Where those two were didn’t look familiar to this base. There must have been a secondary location they went to.

“So it seems.” He replied, absorbed in typing.

Another screen came on, the image of Chris Redfield in a hallway appeared. You leaned in closer to the screen, smiling.

“He’s close by.”

Wesker walked away from you and the desk, over to the edge of the room. He opened up the doors to a large container and you heard the rumble of movement coming from within, a Hunter jumping out and moving past Wesker. You walked up beside him, slipping your arm around his waist, noticing the smile on his face as he looked at the beast.

“Might as well keep him company while he's here.” Wesker said, looking at you.

“Consider it a welcome gift.”

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The two of you made your way down to the level where Chirs was, into a lab. You stopped before entering through the door, allowing Wesker to pass you, to be the one to confront him first. Hell, you believed it was Chris’ fault for what happened in Spencer’s mansion - for Wesker’s death. You wanted to see the look of shock on his face when he set eyes on the man again, more alive than ever before.

If only Chris had just listened, if only he had joined you both, maybe things would have turned out so much differently.

The two of you walked through the door in pursuit. Chris stopped in his tracks at the sound of boots clicking the steel floor below.

“Long time no see, Chris.”

Wesker’s voice boomed through the room, bouncing off the walls, it forced the man to quickly turn around. Chris’ eyes widened in shock at the sight of both of you in the room with him.

Definitely wasn’t expecting it.

“You’re still alive?” He asked, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“We came for Alexia.” Wesker explained, “We were hired to capture her.”

Chris took a step back, his face hardening at the realization of the circumstances surrounding him.

“So that means you’re the one who attacked the island.” Chris replied, his face growing angrier by the second. “And my sister.”

Wesker signaled you and you smiled at Chris, unblinking, teeth bared in an evil smile for him to see. Chris raised his gun in an attempt to shoot you, but you were quicker then he was to the draw, slapping the gun out of his hands and tackling him down to the floor. You fought him, his hands trying to push you off, but you dug your knee into his stomach, wrapped your hands tightly around his throat, choking him, watching his struggle underneath you.

A nice sight to see.

“I would do it again too.” You said, your smile and eyes wide, filled with bloodlust and rage.

Chris grew angrier as he struggled and you leaned down towards him, pressing harder on his throat.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you suffer.”

You hadn’t noticed it, but Wesker made his way closer to the two of you, glasses removed. He leaned down over Chris and the young man could see the new color that filled Wesker’s eyes - crimson and gold. You could see Chris’ eyes going wider in shock as he choked, continuing to struggle out of your grip.

“Here’s a little secret before you die.” Wesker said, “I figured out that your sister is in the Antarctic along with Alexia. It’s a shame you’ll never be able to see her again. I’ll send my regards to her for you.”

You continued to tighten your grip, watching him struggle desperately for life. You were so eager to finally have your chance to kill Chris - in your eyes he was a traitor, one of the reasons the mansion incident had gone to shit before and hell, because there were survivors of that incident, maybe it was the whole reason Umbrella cracked down on their scientist. Maybe Raccoon City would have never happened if he’d just listened or died as well that day.

But you couldn’t waste your time considering all of the possibilities, feeling your time cut short at the sound of a woman’s laughter reaching your ears. Wesker turned to see that Alexia had been watching you all the entire time. He ran for the screen and you loosened your grip momentarily on Chris’ throat. Chris took his chance and slammed his fist into your temple, knocking you off of him and into the glass tube. You felt the glass crack from the impact against your skull, your head throbbing with pain as you slumped to the floor.

You attempted to regain your senses, stand on your feet. There was a lot of yelling and you felt Wesker take hold of your hand in his, dragging you away. When you both were out of reach Wesker forced you to stop, holding your face in his hands and eyeing you.

“Are you alright?”

You pushed his hands away, feeling the sting of Chris fist still throbbing a bit under his hand and from the impact of the glass.

“I-I’ll be fine.” You replied

Albert straightened, removing his hands, but his eyes still hung on you with a hint of worry.

“Alright then.” He said,

“Come on, we need to get to the Antarctic.”

Chapter Sixteen: DIE.

Chapter Eighteen: Seize the Power

Tag: @kult6

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l0v3rb0y17 · 3 years

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NEPTUNE IN THE FIRST HOUSE / 1H

or having a pisces rising

Neptune is an generational. Planets that affect an entire generation of people. The generational planets are the outer planets Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. everyone born within a multi-year period will have that planet in the same sign.

Neptune is associated with dreams, the ideal, magic, daydreams, and spirituality. In charge of our dreams, hopes, and creativity, logic

Neptune is like venus but more fantasy it’s a mind is in the clouds she’s dreaming and living in her mind it reminds me of the Star tarot card .

Neptune anywhere in ur chart can have u make romanizations . neptune faces difficults it brings naturally lost energy in whatever house it’s in

NEPTUNE IN THE FIRST

celebs : Marilyn Monroe , Paris Hilton, Gwen Stefani, Kim Kardashian, Kylie Jenner, Janet Jackson, Dolly Parton, Courtney Love And Nicole Kidma ,Kelly Rowland, Janet Jackson, Nelly Furtado, Bjork, Maya Angelou, Norah Jones, Anne Hathaway And Alicia Keys,Chris Evans , Brendon Urie , Jeffree star .

Qualities

neptune brings sensitive, watery, feminine energies wherever it appears. When it is placed in the first house in the natal chart, you display these qualities strongly. You can also display an natural sexy mystery energy it’s the natural arya of sexual energy but also charisma . Neptune in the first individuals Have a very open heart and will use their heart and energy to make others feel comfortable and they are so graceful while doing it .

Neptune in the first is also people who might have to deal will a lot of addiction either themselves or with people they also have to deal with peoples delusions and projections . Having neptune in the first is an fame indicator cause of the roles they can play most neptune in first people can get stuck in a role the public or private life gives them a way people tell to act but then the native grows of it and they become an icon . theyre impact can be legendary .

NEPTUNE IN FIRST AND SEX APEAL

neptune in first people have this. alluring energy that just makes people so intrigued and they’re like kind of born famous and wanting to make an impact ( actors models , playboys girls/boys , pornstars as well 🧍🏾‍♂️ ) But sometimes this energy is all people can focus and give the navtie and dense of value and reality they feel held to their beauty and look and persona .

The feminine energy that neptune men in the first hold is also so ughh gooddd chirs evans in thai photoshoot is masculine and feminine at same time but it’s cause of a persona he put on neptuneives are masters at that and so good in front of a camera

THE PSYCHICAL CHARACTERISTICS OF NEPTUNE

give these people and round face shape and the lips and eyes are some times small but fitting the eyes have this natural sleepy and seductive energy but also curious wonder to them you want to follow where their eyes go .Their smile is magic that u want them to smile and laugh

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umbravvitch · 7 years

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“A god that requires human sacrifice. And in exchange, war gives man purpose."

Wonder Woman (2017) dir. Patty Jenkins

#wonder woman #patty jenkins #dcedit #g*l gadthot #chirs pine #idk how i feel about this film #from the meh cgi to g*ls inability to act #ww is basically the born sexy yesterday trope #in this #like dr. poison had no character arc/motivation #even jenkins given reason as to why dr. p used her own toxic gas on herself??#sis whaaat #makes no sense

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mrbopst · 5 years

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Today in Bopst Booking, Photography & Design: 201

#Bopst #Chirs Bopst #Design #Graphic Design #Photoshop #Poster #Gig Poster #Booking #RVA Big Band #Big Band #Jazz #Sexy #Richmond Soul Radio #Virginia #RVA #September #September 2014 #2014 #2014 music

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amylillian22 · 4 years

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Quarantine (Part 2) - Chris Evans Imagine

Summary: Chris notices there’s something wrong with Y/N when she comes home from work. When he looks at the calendar, he realizes it’s that time of the month. He decides to do everything and anything that will comfort her.

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings: FLUFF!!!!

Author’s Note: I hope y’all enjoy all the cuteness in this imagine!

[Part 1] [Chris Evans Master List]

Y/N turned off the car in Chris' two car garage. She grabbed her purse and grunted as she walked to the door that would lead to the washroom. She stripped her clothes and dumped them in the open washer. She had noticed Chris had already put in his clothes. She turned on the washer and put some laundry detergent before closing the washer. She grabbed the bottle of Lysol and sprayed the bottom of her shoes before slipping them into the shoe rack by the door. She sprayed the inside of her purse, her car keys, and her work lanyard with her ID. Placing the Lysol back in place, she grabbed a disinfectant wipe and wiped down her watch and phone. She mentally double checked everything off she was supposed to get rid of and disinfectant before entering Chris' house. Although it wasn't her house, it was a system they both came up with when they both returned to work still in the middle of a pandemic. She closed the washroom door behind her and made her way across the kitchen, where Chris was in his underwear fixing up dinner. His hair was wet and his chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. "I just got out of the shower and thought I would get started on dinner," he said as he turned on the stove. "Any special request?" "Whatever you want. I don't really care," she said slightly annoyed without looking at him. "I'm getting in the shower." Chris furrowed his eyebrows as he saw her walk away. Since their first sexual encounter a couple of months ago, the two couldn't keep their hands off each other, making up for lost time not having sex throughout the pandemic. They had become used to flirting and teasing. So, he was a bit surprised when she didn't even so much look at him half naked in the kitchen. He turned around to his fridge to get the chicken out, only to see the calendar right in front of him. He saw the date and immediately knew why she was annoyed today. "Good thing I went to the store today," he mumbled to himself as he decided to change the dinner menu to her favorite comfort food, Mac and Cheese. Back in her room, Y/N walked to her bathroom and saw the empty box of tampons on the countertop. She let out a frustrating groan knowing she forgot to go to the store after work to pick some up. She opened the cabinet underneath her sink for an overnight pad, thinking that'll have to do for the evening until she can go to the store tomorrow morning before work. She gasped as she saw two bulk boxes of tampons in two different sizes. She grabbed one of the boxes and opened it. She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember when she bought them. "Could he have?" She whispered to herself. "No," she shook the silly idea out of her head. She quickly got in the shower and let the warm water relax her muscles. A few minutes later, she dried herself and got dressed. She walked to the kitchen to see Chris dressed in sweats and a long sleeve. "Perfect timing!" He beamed. "The Mac and Cheese is ready. I went to the store earlier today and also got you a few things-" "Like tampons?" She asked, now that he mentioned he did go shopping. "Yes. I wasn't sure on the sizes, so I got you both. I hope that's okay," he looked at her, scanning for any facial expression that might say he screwed up. She nodded with a small smile, "both sizes are fine. As Amy Schumer says, 'your flow changes and so should the size of your Tampax!'" They both laughed as they had seen that commercial a million times while staying home. "And to think, I was so close to book that commercial. They said I was great, but didn't quite fit the character they were looking for," he joked. Y/N chuckled. "In all seriousness though, thank you," She said sincerely. "You're very welcome. I was a little nervous I might have bought the wrong ones. Glad to know I didn't," he smiled back at her. "Anyways, I also got a box of your favorite candies. The popcorn is in the microwave as we speak. I figured we would watch a Disney movie and eat dinner in the living room tonight." Y/N eyes welled up at the sweet gesture he had done for her. "How did you know?" "Well," he walked towards her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "We've been quarantining together for almost the entire year. I think I've picked up on certain things. Like when Aunt Flo comes to visit and what comfort foods you like when she's in town for her monthly visit." Chris pulled her in for a hug as he noticed more tears filled her eyes. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I miss something?" "No," she mumbled against his chest, hugging him back. "It's perfect. These are happy tears." Chris let out a soft chuckle before he kissed her forehead. "Did you really just say Aunt Flo?" Y/N pulled back. Chris let out a hearty laugh, rolling his head back. "Yes, clearly I regret it now. Let's eat." Chris grabbed their bowls of Mac and Cheese while Y/N grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. Chris gave her the Roku remote, letting her decide which Disney movie she wanted to watch on Disney+ as he went back to get the candies and popcorn. They both sat cross legged on the couch and ate their Mac and Cheese as Oliver and Company started playing. Once they finished their dinner, they munched on popcorn and chocolates. Halfway through the movie, Y/N turned around and faced Chris. "Can I ask for a small favor?" "Anything," he said, his eyes still on the movie. "Can we cuddle?" Chris' head turned to her, double checking if he heard right. "I know it's a silly question, but I'm just in a mood for some cuddling. If you don't want to, I can ask Dodger." Chris' lips formed a small, sincere smile as he repositioned himself. Y/N got up as Chris laid down. She hoovered over him before she fit herself between him and the couch. Chris wrapped his arms around her after Y/N pulled a blanket over them. "Is this okay?" He asked. She snuggled closer to him, resting her cheek on his chest. "Better than okay," she mumbled. "Thanks." "Anytime," he kissed the top of her head. Chris' phone rang on top of the coffee table. He grabbed it and saw his brother's picture on the screen. It was an incoming FaceTime from Scott. Y/N saw it and said he should take the call as she paused the movie. "Sup bro?" Scott immediately asked once Chris accepted the call. "Watching a movie," Chris kind of held the phone at an angle to where Scott couldn't see he was cuddling with Y/N. "What? No hot sexy date with your girlfriend?" "Scott-" Chris started but couldn't get a word in as Scott continued. "I'm surprised. It seems like you're always busy with her almost every night. Although if you say she's the best you've ever had, maybe I can see why you never answer when we call you in the evenings-" "For the love of God, Scott, shut up!" Chris' cheeks grew hot as small beads of sweat started forming on his forehead. "What?" He asked, confused. Chris sighed as he moved the phone for Scott to see. Y/N smiled widely as she rested her chin on Chris' chest. She gave Scott a small wave. "Shit," Scott mumbled to himself, realizing he let a secret out as he saw Y/N was with Chris. "Ok, I'm gonna go hide because I feel like Chris is gonna go on a man hunt for me. Bye!" Chris groaned as he dropped his phone on the rug, unable to look at Y/N. She smiled as she trailed two fingers up his chest, "I have two questions for you. One: why does your brother think I'm your girlfriend?" "Because I may or may not have mentioned you..." he trailed before his lips formed a smile that gave away his lie. "Okay, maybe all the time." "Uh, interesting," she nodded, his smile made her smile as well. "And, two..." she cupped Chris' cheek and moved him to face her. She looked deep into his ocean blue eyes and whispered, "Am I really the best you've ever had?" Chris swallowed hard, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down slowly, before he nodded once. "I know it was only supposed to be a friends with benefits kind of thing, but I don't know. I kind of caught feelings in the midst of things." She stood on her hands and leaned down to kiss him. Chris was taken back but quickly kissed her back. His hand slid to the back of her neck as she slowly lowered herself on top of him. The kiss was sweet and tender, perfect for their first real kiss. She cupped his cheek as the kiss deepened, ignoring the tickling sensation his beard gave her palm. Her toes curled as Chris ignited the buttleries in the pit of her stomach. Chirs slowly pulled back and pecked her lips once more before she rested her forehead against his. Their chest heaved against each others' as they tried to catch their breath. "Not that I didn't like it, because I loved it, but what was that for?" Chris whispered against her lips. She smiled at him as her thumb traced his cheekbone. "Because somewhere along the way, I also caught feelings for my boyfriend." Chris chuckled before he leaned in and kissed her once more.

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realcuckoldstories · 2 years

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Wife’s Revenge : Turn him into a Sissy Cuckold

Hello Everyone,

Today I am going to share one very interesting cuckold story. I got this story from a couple who are residing in L.A - USA. They both are into their 30s. They have been married for 6 years and they are exploring cuckolding lifestyle for more than 5 years now. They both own a SME business.

This story is a perfect example of how society may undertime a woman, her sexuality and her power. It is a perfect example of how she can get up, cross the limits and become a badass in bedroom yet morally solid in her life.

Susan & Chris

I got married to Chris after 1 year of dating and relationship. We met through a common friend. I and Chris both have humble family backgrounds. I had 4 failed relationships and breakups while he had 2 failed relationships.

We fall in love like crazy birds and decided to get married. Like all movies - our start was great but it was about a matter of time things would change.

I, despite coming from a simple family always led my life in my own ways. I was not conservative and I have opinions in every matter of life. After few months of marriage, I slowly started experiencing interferences from other mother in law, brother in law and sister in law.

Although we do not live in a joint family - we do live in separate hours but often family gathering happens and I started to suffer. Slowly my MIL has started giving me unwelcomed advises, suggestions and so on. It looked like she was not happy with our marriage or whatsoever it was.

On other other end, my SIL was just a spoiled brat, young - not employed and not married but consider herself has queen. Few times she started to poke her nose in our marriage and our life.

This small but annoying things started to affect me and especially when they comment on how I dress, how Chris spend on me and so on.

I happen to discuss with Chris and he is an amazing supportive husband. I used to share all my frustrations with him. He stood with me everytime whenever I needed support and this has triggered more insecurities in MIL-SIL and BIL.

Once upon a time, we went for a small vacation outside the town, just to get away from frustration etc - we stayed in a nice hotel - Chris took me to shopping, brought a nice sexy dress and in night we were doing romance and started watching some pornos. He was making me wet by fingering me and I was so horny...

Suddenly he turned up a cuckold porn - and we started watching and then after few minutes - he said he honey about you cuckold me - fuck someone in front of me and release all your frustration!!! - How was like - what? We laughed so much.

Then it led to discussions to my ex-boyfriends and one of them had a huge cock and nice stamina ....and Chris said to me that he was totally open to have me fuck he ex- it was too odd but then I loved the sex with my ex- Alex. Sex was always great with him.

We kept that Cuckolding idea in our mind and moved on with our lives. After sometime we again started talking about it each day in our bed - whenever I get frustrated Chirs would bring up my ex - other guys - someone from business and finger me and make me cum - I would cum so hard.

One day, we took a big step, decided to try Cuckolding - we post an online ad - we went to the different town and stayed in a hotel. We came across one nice guy, good body and nice cock. We decided to meet at the coffee house. Chris made me dress so well - sexy but sweet. I was nervous yet I was excited.

We met the guy at coffee house, he was such an handsome young guy, cute smile, good at talks and after a while - Chris asked me whether we can all have some talks in hotel room - I knew it was he signal.

We went to the hotel room - after few minutes Chris settled in the corner and guy took a lead on me - he slowly started touching my body everywhere and god that made me so horny - I went wild and started kissing him. We removed clothes and we fucked like an animal. I was moaning like an animal in that hotel room. The guy took 4 rounds on me and Chris was jerking off his cock in the corner.

Once the guy left - we both enjoyed lots of talks and how we left. Slowly we started exploring more. Sex with other guys have been so amazing for me - it completely opened up. I started getting a thrill and edge and Chris confessed that he always loved the idea of Cuckolding.

We then brought many chastity's for Chris - and he remained away from my pussy. Time and again we would do dates in nearby towns. We did DPs, Gangbangs, Sex on beach, Sex in car, Sex in forest, Sex in washroom and so on. Chris would just become my sweet cuck and arrange everything.

We met one amazing guy from a nearby town - perfect in everyway and I and he became so close that I sidelined Chris in every aspect. I used to go on vacations, dates and adventures with this guy. The guy was kinky as anything. I started making Chirs wearing panties and turning him into a sweet sissy cuckold.

With more and more Cuckolding - I just liked the idea of how submissive and loser my husband is and how powerful I am in front of other guys. Chris would wear babydolls, short dresses and I would humiliate him with the trusted nice guys.

I guess some guys are never made for pussies while some guys are just hungry for pussies.

One time Chris’s sister got some ideas or doubts about what we are doing. Because I would keep chatting with the guys on phone, dress really nice. We go out every now and then. Few times we brought our trusted guy at home and I got fucked in the bedroom while my in-laws were outside. I think some of these naughty adventures might have given her some doubts.

So one time I was outside in the same town with my best guy and my SIL passed by me. I was wearing a sexy dress- holding my guy’s hands and totally close like a couple. So after a day SIL asked my hubby Chris about it like you do you know that your wife is cheating you etc etc. But Chris acted cool and said oh he was his school time friend and so.

But we both knew that SIL was super doubtful about all these things. However this gave me more thrill. After few days when SIL and me came face to face she told me that she knew I was cheating and she said stop using my brother sn stop bitching around.

I smiled very boldly and laughed - you know what I will keep doing what I am doing and your brother knows about it and he is very happy about what I am doing. The look on her face was priceless!!

I told Chris about it and he was also laughing.

On the other end - my own sister now completely knows because me and my sister share a very close relationship. So one time I told her about our lifestyle - she was shocked but at the same time she was appreciating that how Chris is supporting it and how much I am enjoying it. She said to me to be honest she is now jealous of the cocks I am getting.

And now when my sister meets us sometimes then she just softly teases Chris and me....:)

Cuckolding brought lots of love, passion and compassion in our relationship. I feel young and young everyday. I love the power, I love the edge and I love sex more and more.

At the end of the day I made Chris a sweet sissy cuck and his family got some indications about it - while they were the ones who tried to suppress me. These people do not know that they had problems about my way of dressing or my way of handling my home but they don’t know that I turned their son, their brother into a pussy free sissy cuck and I enjoy taking cocks inside me in front of him.

Many a times I told Chris - you know what I take so pride in making you such a sissy cuck in this relationship that your family tried to restrict me in some ways and now restricted you from my pussy and from my body. That is my revenge.

Many a times I would use my strapon and fuck Chris rough in his sissy ass - while fucking him I would tell him - take this big cock in your sissy ass because of your sister - now take this big cock in your sissy as because of your mother - ha - you want to tell them I made you sissy? Ha? Take this big cock sissy...!!!

And we both laugh about it. We both are equally and happily enjoy our cuckolding adventures. We both are lucky to be with each other.

Just a word of caution - never make an opiniated woman angry. She would take a brutal kinky revenge!!!

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pretendrocketships · 4 years

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My Affection

About: 1.7k about Chris falling in love after hearing you read bedtime stories to his cousins after a family party.

A/N: Okay two things, 1) I didn’t use any names for the cousins because I didn’t know them lol and writing about real kids made me feel weird for some reason 2) I really could not write this without Spanish because I cannot see Chris speaking English unless he has to. I speak 1% Spanish and I’m 99% proficient in google translate so cut me some slack or educate me! I’d love to learn more.

Song: My Affection by Summer Walker & PARTYNEXTDOOR

“Ay! Por favor, mis hijos, dejar de correr por toda la casa!” you hear Chris’s mom yell before three of his cousins zoom by you as you closed the living room door. “Dios mío, ayudame!” Chirs laughed at them driving his mom crazy. He taught them so well.

“Mami! Estoy aquí,” he said grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the kitchen, “y con mi amor.” You blushed at that, and he pulled you closer to press a kiss to the top of your head. “MAMI-” he started yelling until his mom came out of the kitchen glaring at him.

“How are you always yelling?” she asked, unable to fight the smile on her face as her son squeezed the life out of her in a hug.

“POR QUE TE AMO MAMI.” She smiled and rolled her eyes in your direction, making you laugh, wondering how either of you had tolerated him for so long.

“Estoy feliz que tu estas aqui, pero,” she said moving away from him and pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m happier your here to take him away when I get annoyed.” You laughed and hugged her back.

“Mami!?”

“It’s true,” she said and shrugged.

“Chris!! Estas aqui!?” Suddenly the patter feet of four kids came running down the hallway to attack Chris at his feet.

“My favorite cousins! Ven acá!” He crouched down to hug all of them.

“Perfecto, Chris, entertain them while (Y/N), and I finish up in the kitchen,” she said to him and his fan club, “hopefully, they’ll tire each other out and we both get an easy night,” she whispered to you. You laughed and smiled at Chris already on the floor playing with the kids. Safe from being picked in tag, you and his mom were in the kitchen moving the various dishes into ceramic containers to be placed on the table. “So, como estas? Are you good? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry we haven’t been over in a while. Chris’ schedule plus mine has been so hectic, but I promise we’ll make more time.”

“That’s all I want, both of you around more. Hadn’t seen you in so long, I almost thought Chris did something stupid and you broke up with him, but he just didn’t want to tell me.” You laughed because that was far from the truth. Finally, things were going well, and you were just taking the time to bask in it before another tour or rumor mill ruin everything.

“Chris? Doing something stupid? Never,” you said sarcastically, causing both of you to laugh. Chris looked up from whatever game he was playing, losing interest because he forgot all the made-up rules. Seeing you and his mom made his heart do a weird thing he’s never felt before. He’s not sure if it’s what everyone is talking about when they brag about their love life. He knows he loves his mom. He knows he loves his family, his band, his fans, but he doesn’t know what to compare what he feels to because he’s never felt this before. Sure he’s had girlfriends and women he’s said he loved, but he doesn’t even begin to know how to process what he feels. How does he even ask the guys about this when he doesn’t fully understand himself. All he’s sure of is seeing you with his mom makes him feel comfortable like this is how everything should always be.

“Chris! You’re not even trying!” they all shouted at him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Lo siento, let’s start over.” More of the Velez family started to trickle into the home as the night went on, everyone running on their own version of Miami time.

“Dale, todos estan aqui! Vamos comer!” This was your favorite part. Everyone was around the table just happy to be connected. Plates were passed and drinks were poured, it only took seconds for the family to make you feel like you belonged. A Velez party lasts till the last person leaves, but that rule did not apply for kids.

“Bueno, niños, es hora de irse a la cama!” They all groaned and quickly ran to hide behind Chris.

“Chris isn’t going to bed yet!”

“Yeah, he’s still awake, and you call him a kid all the time!”

“Hey!” Chris whined at the comment. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Chris isn’t going to bed because Chris is helping clean up.” The look on his face was priceless.

“Qué estoy haciendo?!” He asked confused, which only made the kids giggle more. He was about to protest until his mom shot him “the look” that everyone knows so well, shutting him up immediately. “Sorry, queiro jugar pero I still have to listen to my mom too,” he explains before slumping over exaggeratedly, like washing a dish was the biggest chore in the world.

“What if while Chris is stuck doing chores,” you proposed to the kids while sticking your tongue out at Chris, “I read you a story before bed?”

“Yes!”

“Sí!”

“Vamos!” They all agreed, already pulling on your hands and forcing you towards their room.

“Wow, replacing me como eso? Pensé que estoy tus favorito?”

“You’re only our favorite when (Y/N) isn’t here.” The look of hurt flashed across his face only made them burst into more giggles.

“Mean!” he said before stomping out of the room, sure to whip back around the corner and shoot you a wink, mouthing “thank you” before he truly left.

“Vamos! Let’s read!” you said, letting them guide you to their room. Once inside, each of them ran to pick out their favorite book and jump into bed, vigorously patting their side waiting for you to join them.

“Me first! Quiero esto!” she said holding up a big, red book with “Los Tres Cerditos” plastered across it. All the kids listened carefully as you started.

“Érase una vez que había una mamá cerda que tenía tres cerditos. Ella los amaba mucho, pero no había suficiente comida para alimentarlos, así que los cerditos tuvieron que ir a buscar su suerte.” You could see their eyes drooping as you got to the end of each book, their bodies sinking further and further into their comforters. You were about to get up and sneak out until you were caught.

“We’re not--,” a small voice interrupted itself with a yawn, “tired yet.” You laughed to yourself before turning around and sitting on one of their beds.

“No estás cansada? I read all the stories you pick out; I’m out of books!” More yawns broke out as they all forced their eyes to stay open.

“You tell us a story.” You watched all three of them snuggle up, waiting for your voice to finally push them to sleep.

“Vale, how about a poem this time? Algo que mi papá siempre leía a mi mamá, luego me leyó?” Far too tired to speak, they all nodded their heads and waited for you to start. You took a second to make sure you remembered all the words, and you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the footsteps coming towards the door. “Querido amor, llenas mi vida de color. Esa dulce sonrisa que a mis ojos hipnotiza. Hizo que me enamorara de ti muy aprisa.” A soft smile covered all the kids faces, including Chris who had made himself comfortable at the door, leaning in quietly to eavesdrop. “Cuando cercas de mi estas tu corazón. Mi corazon tus pasos siente cuando siempre estas presente. Es tan fuerte este amor que siempre esta en mi mente. Nuestro amor vence barreras que es tan valiente. Nuestro amor vence barreras que es tan valiente. Tu eres mi gran ilusion a mi petences y en mis sueños amaneces.” After hearing you were done, Chris slipped out of the room and waited by the door. You beamed at all the kids who were fast asleep. You waited a minute watching their chests rise and fall before you went to get up. You closed the door quietly before being attacked by your boyfriend. You were about to scream before he slapped his hand around your mouth.

“Nena, relájate. Están durmiendo,” he said laughing a little to himself.

“You scared me! I thought you were doing dishes!” He rolled his eyes and pulled you away from his room.

“I was, pero I wanted to check on you. So I came just in time to hear your little poem.” His smirked caused you to blush, finally realizing the footsteps meant he heard the whole thing.

“Chrissss,” you whined burying your face into his neck.

“Aye, mi amor, don’t get shy on me now.” If you could see him, you would’ve seen him looking down at you with so much love and pride, he didn’t even know what to do with it. “Quiero decir gracias, porque you didn’t have to help me out with them or read each of them a story.” That made you look up and him and he shot you a shy grin. “Ok maybe I was listening in for a while but anyway. I love that about you, how you’re always willing to help me or my family like they’re you’re own, and carajo…” he trailed off, forcing you to pull away and keep eye contact.

“Chris--”

“I love you.” He blurted it out so the feelings didn’t stay trapped inside him. “It might be early or whatever, but I love you, and I’ve thought it for a while now pero I didn’t know if I was sure, but I know now. You are the just the fucking best thing in my life right now. Even my cousins like you more than me! But we’ll talk about that later. Just,” he looked away and laughed softly, trying to cover up how vulnerable he felt right now. “Thank you for dealing with me and my craziness and my family and me going on tour and the boys and I could go go on forever, but want to go home and hold you, mi amor.”

“Aww, Chris!” you gushed.

“And maybe some sexy stuff,” he added.

“I’m in love with an idiot.”

“SI MAMI, VAMOS! MAMI WE’RE LEAVING!”

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chrisdiels-babygirl · 3 years

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Re: Lap dance.

Mind you that I'm mostly saying this just to contradict the general population (sorry contradicting people is literally my favorite hobby).

I'd actually pick Erick. Listen that boy has some moves and a stare that can pierce right into your soul, but you know what is the most important thing he has? An amazing sense of humor! Listen, lap dance can be all sexy and shit, but it's also super important that they are fun and tbh they are all more enjoyable when instead of trying too hard to be sexy its just about having a good time 🤷‍♀️ I think the others would try too hard or maybe get self conscious about it, but Erick just seems like a fun guy at heart that would 100x give you a lap dance for whatever silly reason or on a dare without it getting awkward afterwards. (And on the hidden agenda, those boys are competitive af, if you praise Erick's lap dance being completely honest what are the chances the rest are going to try and prove they can do better? Like Joel or Chirs would totally back away if compared to Richard but not to Erick. Dunno, just some food for your thoughts)

Ma'am thats a whole ass child. 👁👄👁🤭😂 I will admit Erick has got rhythm.

#jane ray #mutuals #tell me who from CNCO would you want to give you a lap dance and why you think they'd be good at it #my asks #my asks are open

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kathamiavengeancejordison · 5 years

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En lo personal me gustan solo los de Marvel

Chris Hemsworth: Es joven apacionado, buen padre, esposo y actor además se ve que su entrenamiento es natural

Chirs Evans: Joven de igual manera es dedicado, se envuelve en chismes pero defiende sus ideas en lo personal siento que le queda bien el papel

Chris Pratt: Le valieron las críticas, bajo de peso y ahora es un chico bastante sexy, ama a su hijo y no se dejó caer ante su divorcio

Para mí son los mejores

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phanficllama · 7 years

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Reunion (phan one shot)

Phil's POV

I put down my cup of coffee and walked up to my laptop. Today's day had been extremely tiring. I had moved across two different time zones in a day and I just couldn't sleep. This job was pretty demanding, but, I loved it. I was a travelling archaeologist and I had travelled to so many countries since I finished my PhD. Here I am now, in an airport about to board a flight back to London. It does get a bit overwhelming at times, submitting archaeological assessment reports to governments from all around the world can be nerve-wracking and thinking about it makes my palms all sweaty.

I had just finished travelling from Japan, then Turkey and now I was flying to London. This was going to mess up my sleep schedule for a week. I opened my laptop and quickly went through my emails. I wasn't going anywhere in the net two-week which was both disappointing and relieving. Disappointing because travel formed the very core of my life so far, and relieving because it meant that I could finally catch up with my family. I think about all the celebrations I've missed and sigh. Moments later when I was almost done with my coffee, I suddenly heard a new ping signalling the arrival of a new message in my inbox, it was Chris. I hadn't spoken to him in three weeks, I felt really guilty, he had been my best friend all through university and I absolutely adored him. It was a video, I wasn't surprised Chris had made videos for a long time and he had got a considerable following online. Almost two million subscribers I think. "Greetings! You stupid gipsy!" Chris suddenly burst into the camera. He grinned into the lens and continued "The invite I sent to your apartment came back, I should have known you wouldn't be there to receive it and my plan to surprise you was a failed attempt." He sighed dramatically. "Look at me, I'm wearing a fancy suit, my fingers are manicured, hair isn't messy and I look sexy as fuck. Could mean only one thing, eh? I'm getting married! Yep, that's right, I, Chris James Kendall, who couldn't stay in a relationship for more than a month is finally tying the knot! Don't look too surprised. Honestly, this was so hard to keep from you, I met him a year ago and he proposed and I said yes. Did it in the most romantic setting as well, I suppose all filmmakers have a flair for romance" Chris said jumping up and down. "I know, your life is so exciting and brilliant but, please come to my wedding I'm your my best friend and this all I ask of you. I know, you don't like coming home, but, please do, just this once!" He said looking up at the camera. The video ended and I was just sitting there and stared at my laptop screen. Chris, the stupid little shit who would make out with anyone at a party for a dare, or have a drunk fling with anyone at a bar each time claiming it was true love was finally getting married. Things really did take a turn for the better. There was no way I would be missing that. I quickly called up Chris before I boarded my flight and found out that the wedding was in a week and that I was the best man and that I had to help out with organizing the whole thing.

I opened my apartment door, fumbling with my keys a little. The place has been just the I had left it. Maybe a little dusty. I made my way to my bedroom removing the protective sheets over my bed before I threw myself over the soft pillows and bedding. I had missed the smell of my bed. It felt weird to be back home after four months. I looked around there was a framed picture of my family and me in my grand dad's eighty-fifth birthday party, some photographs with my brother and I and then I moved to the one that I treasured the most, a photograph of Chris, Dan and I. I smiled at the memory. Dan had just turned twenty-one and it was a party we threw him at my third year in university. We all looked really happy, Dan was studying law while Chirs and I were English majors. We had met because we were in the same dorm. Our cheeks were slightly pink because of the chilly night and Dan had a little bit of icing on his cheek. He was such a beautiful person, I hadn't spoken to him in so long. He produces a radio show now. When we parted ways, I like to think that we both wanted something more than just friendship, just never got around to confessing it. I sighed deeply. It was one of the best few years of my life.

The week was busy, I had to pick up my suit, prepare my speech and get the cake organized. "Yeah, yeah. I'm heading to the shop for tasting now, " I said getting into a cab. Chris had ordered very specific flavors for the cake and sent me to check because of sudden paranoia. His fiancée, Pj likes to call it pre-marital nerves. Chris had been like this all week asking people to double check everything as the days to his wedding drew closer.

I heard the door of the cake decorator chime as I entered the shop. It smelled of cake and cookies but, more importantly, it smelled Christmasy and made me feel really festive. "Hi, I'm here to talk to the cake decorator? We need a few things added to the cake." I told the lady at the front desk. "Phil?" I turned around to see the voice who had called for me. Daniel Howell. He looked as beautiful as he did before, and was now an inch taller than me. "Didn't think I'd run into you here" He said giving me a hug. "Did Chris send you here?" He asked looking over to me. "Yeah, he really needs to relax a little," I said. I took the time to admire him. Sure, he had changed a little, his posture seemed to radiate a lot more confidence than it used to, he seemed a lot happier than the time he was studying law at university but, his smile I had once fallen for hadn't changed a bit. "So how are you?" I asked after a moment's silence. "Well, the radio show has been going okay, they've asked me to film a documentary on e-sports next month so that's exciting. Where have you been?" He asked in return. "Well, I was in Vatican city for two months, followed by a month in Morocco, then three weeks in Beijing and until yesterday I was in Tokyo and then in Istanbul" I finished. "It's all you ever dreamed of huh?" Dan said smiling at me. I remembered the number of times we had talked about the future, all our hopes, dreams and expectations on the terrace of our dorm building because of Dan's existential crisis. There were some days where I would wake up a loud knock in the middle of the night and Dan simply enters my room and collapsing on the bed questioning the meaning of life. "I was wondering what you would like to change?" I heard a feminine voice ask me. "Ah, yes, I was the top tier of cake Chris said he wanted it to peanut crumble right and the base tier to be oreo cookies and cream?" I looked over Dan waiting for confirmation. He nodded and the Cake decorator added it to her list and sighed "I really hope this last change because we can't prepare a cake with constant changes" she said frowning. "We'll remember," Dan said quickly.

"So what are you doing after this? Do you have anywhere to be?" I asked. I hadn't talked to Dan for so long. He didn't hesitate to say yes and soon we were seated in a nearby Starbucks laughing at our antics during our time at university. "I've missed you so much," Dan said, putting his fingers finding mine. "I'm sorry for not keeping in touch" I replied, squeezing his arms a little and letting tears flow down my cheeks. He mirrored my expression, his eyes, I had fallen in love with a couple of years ago still had that wonderful glow to them with tiny specks of gold floating in those coffee brown irises. "Dan I.." I began struggling to form sentences. "I know... Do you think it'll work?" He asked, tears still streaming down his face. "Dan I never had the confidence to confess to you at uni and have strongly regretted it, I'm not giving away my second chance, I have liked you for so long will you be my boyfriend?" I said, my voice slowly becoming a whisper. Dan nodded and curled into still holding on to the warm mug of coffee.

One year Later

Still Phil's Phantabulous POV

"I had the honor of hearing about my boyfriend's archaeological findings on the news today" I heard Dan say giving me a long sweet kiss at the airport. "And I had the privilege of hearing my boyfriend's voice on the radio all the way in Beijing. I'm so glad BBC finally went global." I said, smiling widely at me. "I've missed you so much," I said, tucking his head into his neck while his other arm firmly gripped my suitcase. Later that evening, when I had managed to catch up on some sleep and cuddles I was finally ready to carry out my plan. Wasn't the most romantic thing, but, it would have to do. "Dan?" I called fishing out a tiny box and slipping it behind my back. I had been carrying for two months now and it just felt right to bring out now. "Yeah? What's wrong?" He said fully dressed up, it was time for his radio show no and he was about to leave for the studio. He looked so handsome right now. "You know how much I love you, right?" I started not really knowing how to initiate something like this. "Have you broken something?" He asked, stepping closer to see what I was holding behind me. "Before I leave for my last trip" Dan looked very surprised at that. I ignored his expression and continued "I just wanted someone who I can always come home to and Dan for the past year you have been that person, I just felt the need to make things a bit more permanent. I want to spend my whole life with that same boy I met at university who had a sarcastic and sassy sense of humor and delightful brown eyes, Daniel Howell will you marry me?" I said, slipping the box and holding it in front of me. Dan's eyes widened in shock and he responded by giving me a long and passionate kiss and then proceeded to admire his new ring on his finger. "Phil," He said, stroking my cheek with his thumb gently, "What did you mean by your last trip?" He asked. " They needed a professor to teach oriental medieval history at the university college of London and I happily accepted," I said wrapping my arms around his neck. "Are you sure? You really love travelling. The last thing I want to do is take that away from you" Dan said his arm winding around my waist, "I'm satisfied with what I've seen so far, next time, I want to explore it with you" I said truthfully. "I love you and I'm so lucky to have you in my life," he said planting a kiss on my lips.

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