#I couldn’t stop thinking about it

[chrollohearttags]

listen, listen…I know we love our filth over here but this thought would not leave me so I shall share 🥹🥹 but the men who pray over you. Not necessarily in a religious sense or anything but the kind that are so thankful you’re in their lives, they just have to show gratitude for it. They’ve never been much into church or even believed in a higher being, honestly, they despised talks of anything of the sorts but once they met you, they knew it was just more than mere coincidence. After all, it were as if you made especially for them..their other half, the missing puzzle piece to their heart and the love of their life. It’s as if you guys are so perfect for each other, there’s no way someone or something in the universe didn’t work overtime to create you. To make you in their image..when you’re asleep beside him at night, he can’t help but thank whoever’s up there listening for sending you to him and he talks to them, asking that you never leave him. So every time they get the chance to hold you, kiss you, make love, trace their fingers over your entire body because you resemble that of a fine work of art or even hold his hand..

he can’t help but feel like he’s in heaven on earth and that angels truly do exist.

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reiner, armin, erwin, miche, rengoku, gyomei, levi, eren, ony, bruno, abba, nanami, gojo, phinks + anyone else you can think of.

#this was so cheesy #but omg #I couldn’t stop thinking about it #aot x black reader #black fem reader #black reader #character insert #multi character #mini drabble #fluff drabble #fluff headcanons #fluff imagine #character imagines #character headcanons #jjba #aot #jjk fluff #aot fluff #hxh fluff #hunter x hunter #erwin smith #reiner braun #eren jaeger #armin artlert #black fanfiction #gojo satoru #nanami kento #cw religion #kny fluff #demon slayer

[bro-ken-spoon]

Thor: Love and Thunder Out Of Context Spoiler

#listen I’m sorry to Percy Jackson he doesn’t deserve to be associated with this hell movie #but as a PJO fan #I couldn’t stop thinking about it #thor mcu #Thor Love and Thunder

[lithi]

It was to be expected, but I think it’s a bit of a shame that the way Rauru speaks was lost to (most?) translations. In Japanese, Rauru calls both Zelda and Link “dono (どの)” which would be like, lady Zelda and lord Link? I guess? And he never calls Mineru by her name, referring to her as “elder sister (姉上)”.

#basically he speaks like a samurai 😭 #I couldn’t stop thinking about it #from the moment I heard him I was like ❓❗️❓❗️👁️👁️ #rauru #totk rauru #king rauru #the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom #the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom spoilers #mineru #totk mineru #Lithi plays totk

[mintpiastry]

“I know that you know that I don’t know what people think about it, for once we didn’t care”

“Feels like an eternity ago, feels like a lifetime ago. How are you? What are you doing?”

“It’s sad to think that the two of us will be nothing”

- Tutti, Calcutta (da Relax, 2023)

#this italian indie song is so brocedes coded #i couldn’t stop thinking about it #the translation are mine so SORRY if there are not 100% correct/accurate #but i am writing this on a study break & my exam is tomorrow and i remember nothing about what i studied lol #anyway this is not a proper edit but it’s more a suggestion for people that are more capable than me lol #grazie edo per averci droppato questo bop assurdo per piangere un po’ di più questo inverno #brocedes #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #formula 1

[asukamood]

Do you all remember this?

Yeah so I was pretty inspired for a part two so here is it, I also headcanon DS Dream not being able to stand spicy food.

Why? He looks like he would vaporise if he did. I also like to project onto him.

Anyways, enjoy.

Part 1 — Part 3 — Bonus Chapter

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It was currently 2 pm or an hour after Nightmare broke down the entrance door to pieces before launching himself at Dream like a grenade. 5 minutes after his emotional outburst, Nightmare processed what he had done and his pride shattered in seconds, eyes widening in horror at the realization.

Dream had laughed at the reaction, succeeding in pissing the living out of Nightmare. He needed to find a way to get revenge but how—

Oh never mind, he got an idea.

“Heeeey Dream?“ He called, spacing out the first word as he sneaked closer to the latter, who had his mind focused on a novel. “Wanna play a game?”

“I know that tone.” Dream said, not getting his eyes off the page he was reading. “You’re planning to stir trouble again.”

Nightmare scoffed, crossing his arms as his face twisted into a pout. “Excuse you, I’m a very innocent man.” The ‘unlike what your future self thinks’ part was left unsaid, a ghost thought wandering in his mind. He didn’t need to confuse that Dream more than he already was.

“Mhm.” Dream fake acquiesced, not even bothering to put his thoughts into words anymore, too caught up in the story.

Nightmare took offense to that and almost immediately snatched the book from the other’s grip, who took a solid second to process what just happened. When he finally did, he sent a glare in his direction.

“Nightmare, give it back.” He ordered, his eyes glowing with warnings.

“Nah.” He put the book aside, making sure to keep the page Dream was on. If he had made him lose it, he was pretty sure the other would immediately run to the tree and bite into the first apple he would see. “I want to play the game with you.”

Dream raised an eyebrow. “What’s the game? I swear if you tell me it’s seven minutes in heaven—“

“No no no!” Nightmare exclaimed, waving his hands hysterically. “It’s not that, I promise!” He let his arms fall to his sides again when he was sure he managed to convince Dream. “It’s truth or dare.”

“Truth or dare?” Dream repeated, scratching his chin in thought. This game looked innocent on paper but it could quickly escalate depending on the truth or the dare.

“Yeah but instead of the traditional one where we have to pick questions on the spot and where we get to choose one of the two, I suggest we use a wheel and write our questions and dares beforehand and just pick them once the time has come. It’s gonna be more entertaining this way, I would know.”

Dream opened his mouth and closed it several times, visibly conflicted. This game screamed disaster and chaos but Nightmare looked eager to play it, plus, with the emotional outburst an hour ago, he feared he would get upset again.

A long defeated sigh escaped his mouth. “Okay, I’ll partake in your… suspicious game.”

“Great!” Nightmare didn’t even try to comment on the ‘suspicious’ part, he had to admit it sounded fishy. “You can go get the wheel, I’ll start gathering the papers.”

Dream nodded and disappeared around a corner to reach their room while Nightmare rolled on the floor to get to the drawers, sanity? Never heard of it. He grabbed two pens and tucked papers below his elbow before skipping back towards the couch. He was about to go and walk to take two empty baskets until he remembered that he could just teleport them to him.

He glanced at the corridor, Dream didn’t seem to have found the wheel yet. Perfect.

He held his two hands up and closed his eyes, sure enough, two baskets appeared out of thin air and he smiled. These powers could be very convenient when they wanted.

“Sorry, it was buried underneath all your figurines.” Dream apologized through the door before opening it wide, he was holding the famous wheel in his hands. “Who knew that this thing you bought on impulse that one day would come in handy.”

“What can I say? I’m a genius." Nightmare wriggled his eyebrows as Dream gave him a deadpanned look.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” The brown-haired man sat on the opposite couch and put the wheel down in the center. “How many dares and questions do we have to write?”

Nightmare hummed. “Ten each sounds good.”

“Alright.” Dream agreed and took the pen that Nightmare was handing him. After that, they spent around ten minutes focusing on the task at hand in silence, which was only broken by Nightmare’s furious scribbling and Dream’s hesitant one. He had never been the creative one, unlike Nightmare who was the complete opposite when it came to that.

“Well, you sure do have a lot of inspiration.” He commented after a few, watching his hand sliding down the paper rapidly and his pen waving right to left without rest.

‘Perks of writing fanfiction for so long.’

“I wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place if I didn’t, it wouldn’t be very fun to come up with something for hours.” He replied, tongue sneaking out in concentration. He had so many ideas in mind but he had to write only the juicy ones, that was a once-in-a-lifetime experience after all.

“Okay, I’m done!” He exclaimed a few seconds later, throwing his pen on the table once he did.

“Just give me a few seconds.” Dream’s hand hurried to finish the sentence he was writing before putting his pen down as well. “Here.”

They both folded each paper carefully, making sure that they were neither recognizable nor readable, before dropping them in the right basket once that was done.

“Now that the boring part is done, it’s time for the fun one! Who begins?” Nightmare was already bouncing on the couch with a beaming face, it’s been ages since he got a moment like that with Dream, of course, he would be excited.

“You’re the one who suggested the idea so you can start.” The black-haired man nodded, spinning the wheel not long after. It spun quickly on itself before slowing down and ending onto Truth.

“Here we go-“ He dove his hand into the sea of papers and grabbed one of them randomly before pulling it out and unfolding it. The writing was elegant and consistent, it must have been one of Dream’s.

“ ‘Have you ever pretended to be sick to get out of plans?’ What? That's a boring one Dream!” Nightmare whines, trying to divert the other’s attention on the fact he was currently sweating bullets.

“Answer the question, Nightmare. On our birthday last year, you faked being ill so we wouldn’t go to the animal shop didn’t you?” Dream had a scary face when asking that. His eyes were empty but widened and seemed to swallow the light before pulverizing it somehow, his mouth formed a straight line and his eyebrows copied its example. Anger was obvious in his features.

“Uh-“ Nightmare stammered, holding his hands up in front of him as if they were shields. ‘Shit, I didn’t think he would remember that.’ “Listen, I know I promised it but come on! You know I’m scared of dogs!”

“So you admit it then?” If Nightmare had to describe how dangerous Dream seemed right now, he would tell you that he currently looked like a Dark Souls boss.

“Please stop making that face. You’re terrifying like that.” He trembled like a leaf in the wind. “Yes, I admit, I did it.”

“Then why did you promise we would go if you were planning to pull that cheap trick on me?” He insisted, hardening his glare.

“yoUR TURN-“ Nightmare slapped the wheel himself to dodge that question, not wanting to tell him that he lied just to see Dream’s excited face because he was down very bad for him. Nope, his ego wouldn’t be able to take it.

Luckily for him, that trick seemed to work since his eyes finally stopped staring into his soul and dropped on the object below instead. The wheel spun before coming to a stop on ‘Dare’.

Nightmare’s lips twitched upward in a satisfied smile while Dream let out a sigh.

“I would have liked to accuse you of rigging the game but I’m the one who set up the wheel so I’ll just settle with a sigh.” Nightmare rolled his eyes.

“Stop wallowing in defeat and pick a dare already, we have maaaany more rounds to go.” Dream nodded and calmly took a paper before unfolding it.

“ ‘Put a blindfold on and eat whatever the person in front of you gives you.’ “ Dream paused, staring at the paper a few seconds after finishing reading. Then, he looked up at Nightmare.

“Why do you do this to me?” His voice was filled with despair. “I thought we were friends.”

“But we are, I just like messing with you.” Nightmare flashed him a grin while handing him a long black tissue. “You know the rules, and so do I.”

Dream eyed the tissue with pain in his eyes, and glanced at his friend before letting out a breath and accepting his fate. Nightmare was waiting for him to continue the song but suddenly remembered that the song was released in 2009 so Dream just couldn’t get it, what a shame.

He wordlessly tied a knot behind his head, making sure his eyes were covered. He couldn’t see anything obviously but from an outside perspective, he looked like a turtle ninja whose bandana fell on their eyes. Nightmare bit his bottom lip in an attempt not to burst out laughing.

“Alright, I’ll be right back, don’t move okay?”

“I see absolutely nothing. Where do you think I would be able to go? My grave? The hospital?” Nightmare snickered at that, flickering his forehead and earning a yelp.

“And you call me dramatic.” He shook his head before disappearing into the kitchen.

He opened the drawers and frankly started to look for a particular red tube of sauce. After a few minutes, he finally grabbed what he was looking for.

Tabasco.

An evil grin made its way on his face.

Oh Dream, sweet summer child, you have no idea what's about to happen.

Talking about him, the guardian of positivity, who was still blindfolded and alone in the living room, found himself thinking of not-so-joyous things. What if someone broke in right at this moment, came up to him, and ran through his chest with a knife, thinking they were Nightmare? What if—

“BOO!” Dream’s body jumped back against the couch as a high-pitched and not-so-manly scream was ripped out of his throat. Nightmare burst out laughing, almost doubling over.

“H-Holy shit-“ He wheezed, barely able to get a proper sentence out. “That was so loud I think the entire village heard it-“

Dream’s cheeks flared up with hot blood, embarrassment evident. “You jerk. What was that for?!” Nightmare didn’t reply, too busy laughing his head off.

“Haha, sorry sorry.” He snickered a few more before eventually calming down, an arm wrapped around his stomach. He looked over at Dream and stopped breathing for a second.

Nightmare was sure he was over Dream, he was sure he was. Yet here he was, turning into a tomato in seconds just for thinking about how cute Dream was looking right now. He was down so bad, it wasn’t even funny anymore. Suddenly, he was very thankful for that blindfold blocking Dream’s vision.

“Anyways, I got you just the perfect dish~” Oh god, Dream did not like that tone at all.

“Ugh, please just get this over with so we can do something else.” Dream tilted his head sideways with a frown, hands trembling a bit with nervousness.

“Your wish is my command, my Lord!” The jab to that title was left not understood by the other, who was a century too young to get it. Anyhow, the man happily obliged and proceeded to shove a spoon filled with Tabasco in the other’s mouth.

Dream’s mouth clamped around the spoon, taking the liquid in, not realizing it would be the cause of his demise. Nightmare slowly pulled it out of his mouth, staring at Dream’s face to see his reaction.

His eyes may have been hidden but the remaining parts of his face showed enough. At first, wrinkles of confusion appeared on his face as he took in the texture of the ‘dish’ seeing that he was probably expecting something solid.

That’s when the pain kicked in.

His eyebrows shot up at once and his face froze in that expression for one second until a noise that was a weird mix of a choke and cough sprang out of his mouth. He leaned forward awkwardly before falling and knocking the table over, gasps spilling out of his mouth like water droplets in the rain.

A hand hovered in front of his mouth while the other was grabbing onto dear life on his shirt where the heart would be.

Nightmare was starting to have trouble breathing because of how hard he was laughing.

“Are you-“ Good lord, his voice was strained and sounded like a middle-aged smoker, the painful husk of a burning throat evident in his tone. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

Nightmare snickered, crouching in front of him and tearing the blindfold off to reveal a Dream whose face was as red as the sauce he swallowed and eyes threatening to spill out tears. His pupils rolled over to look at Nightmare, which was glowing with the sparks of betrayal and pure pain.

“It’s okay Dream,” He cooed with a mocking tone to avoid being caught simping even though quite honestly, Dream looks like he wouldn’t even notice anything, because of how blurry his vision seems to be at the moment. “It’s only gonna hurt for a moment.”

Nightmare lifted Dream’s torso towards him and hugged the latter, patting his head while Dream sniffled. “I’m feeling merciful today so let’s stop here and continue later when you’ll be feeling better.”

“You’re a douchebag.” Dream rasped the words, hissing up. “Ugh, do you even know how bad that hurt? I couldn’t even speak the following seconds because of how painful it was.”

Nightmare hummed. “That’s what you get for laughing at me earlier, now come on, we’ll get you some milk.”

“All that because of earlier?” Dream groaned, letting his face fall on Nightmare’s shoulder. “I hate you so much.”

“Nah you don’t.” Nightmare snuggled even closer, happily playing with other’s brown locks.

That color suited him better than blond ever would.

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Aaand here, I also wrote a part three where they actually have access to technology because why not? I don’t know if I should really post it though. Let me know if you want to check it out anyway.

#dreamswap #fluff #crack #truth or dare #ds dream #ds dream x ds nightmare #ds dreammare #game #sims #regrets #i have a lot of them #I’ve seen so many videos of that idea but no fanfic #I corrected that #i’m sorry #i couldn’t stop thinking about it #anyways #now I’m gonna work on some DS Drue one shot #dreammare

[disappointingcabbage]

*awakens in a cold sweat* Alexander Warrior Jar Jar Binks

#cursed #cursed images #cursed image #shitpost #star wars #elden ring #Alexander warrior jar #jar jar binks #photo edit #nightmare fuel #🐉 #what does 🐉 even mean anyway #i couldn’t stop thinking about it #so i made it

[sweetpapercroissant]

So I know none of this is news to anyone but I was in the shower thinking about the s4/s9 parallels and how completely unsubtle the writers were with those. We start out with Sam lying about the demon blood vs Dean lying about Ezekiel- both things they each did to save their brother. Then ofc since it’s not 1:1 we have Ruby manipulating Sam for her own gain vs Ezekiel manipulating Dean (only towards the mid season) and later that role is taken on to a more accurate degree by Crowley, with Ruby manipulating Sam to ingest demon blood to kill Lilith and Crowley manipulating Dean to take on the mark to kill Abaddon/Ezekiel (Lilith and Ezekiel for ‘revenge’ in the name of their brother). Both Dean and Sam being adamant about killing the demon that’s getting so close to their brother (and both Sam and Dean being reluctant about, if not outright against, it).Then Dean locking Sam in Bobby’s panic room vs Sam locking Dean in the bunker’s basement- both shown to be deadly or at least in Sam’s case extremely painful. Sam goes off with Ruby on escaping and Dean with Crowley both to find the respective season’s Big Bad. In both cases they are tracked down by their brother and in both cases their brother demands that the Winchesters work together-without the demon. Again in both cases Sam and Dean go in alone to face the Big Bad and again are found by their brother-but not before it’s too late. I’m sure there’s more but these are the ones I could recall atm.

#I’m not sure what I’m trying to say here but #I couldn’t stop thinking about it #supernatural #sam and dean #spn parallels #s4 #s9 #.txt

[dani-ya-dig]

Gavin and Vega singing karaoke

Gavin: Where you think your going baby 💖 Hey I just met you 😘 and this is crazy~

Vega: Here’s my basement. I’m John Wayne Gacy 🙃

Gavin: And all the other boys 😟👀

Vega: Try to escape me! I’ll fucking kill you☺️ I’m John Wayne Gacy ~

#I couldn’t stop thinking about it #now I curse you all with this #I mean if about could work with this too #his would more just be him trying to be a smart as #and vega’s is just being and edgelord #redacted asmr #redacted gavin #redacted vega #incorrect redacted asmr

[magical-xirl-4]

ANY AUSTRALIAN WATCHING LOVE AND MONSTERS FOR THE FIRST TIME WILL INSTANTLY REALISE THAT IS NOT AMERICA

#love and monsters #Dylan o’brien #I couldn’t stop thinking about it #it was so distracting and SO funny how they were trying to pass it off as america. those are fucking GUM TREES

[undertheredhood]

the rest of the justice league: hey man, we get that he’s your son and all, but shouldn’t you do something about him?

bruce ‘that’s my precious baby boy’ wayne: i’m sorry, did you have to hold your son as he was dying in your arms? did you almost k*ll yourself trying to follow him to the afterlife? i don’t think so.

#dc comics #dc universe #dcu #justice league #batman #bruce wayne #bruce thomas wayne #red hood #jason todd #jason peter todd #batfamily #batfam #jason was never the angry robin #wfa bruce does this all the time #bruce at anytime: did you lose your child and couldn’t do anything to stop it? when that happens then you can tell me what to do about him #it’s not realistic but i think it would be hilarious if bruce just let jason get away with anything after he comes back

[thebookofbill]

I have 3 separate college assignments to finish, a batch of space cookies to make, and a bag to pack; all before midnight. And instead I’m doing this

#gravity falls #stan pines #ford pines #stanley pines #stanford pines #theyre so silly #i couldn’t stop thinking about this until i made it. here you go

[kestrels-nook]

Late last night I was listening to my sleep playlist and I could not stop thinking about how criminally underrated the soundtrack is, arguably one of Shore’s best works. Yes you heard me, I think it’s better than his work on Lord of the Rings. The orchestral arrangement for Goncharov’s Theme is an emotional masterpiece and the subtle presence of The Dream through every single interaction between Goncharov and Andrey with the subtle key change during those last few moments. The way every other instrument fades away and only the violin remains as Goncharov lays there only on the floor in last few moments, clearly thinking only of his regrets and chances lost ouhhhh im not normal about this

And then not only that, but how even 49 years later, you can see the influences from this sound track in so many other composers’ work. I mean what inspired all of this was listening to the soundtrack of the Queen’s Gambit. I couldn’t place it at the time but listening to The Scholar’s Mate you can’t deny the obvious ties to the ballroom scene in Goncharov. I mean wow.

#has anyone mentioned this before? #I couldn’t stop thinking about it #defintely one of my favorite sound tracks ever <33 #text post #kestrel calls #goncharov #unreality

[erebugs]

We are one flesh. I am your end.

#i saw that quote earlier and couldn’t stop thinking about it #the recordings…. #cam and pal are the most tragic #my art #art #tlt #the locked tomb #the locked tomb series #tlt fanart #tlt spoilers #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #tlt palamedes #camilla the sixth

[yuurionviktor]

Back to my meme redraws

#the locked tomb #kiriona gaia #kiriona the first #ianthe the first #ianthe naberius #kirianthe #I would say it’s literally the opposite but still #gideon the first #gideon the ninth #nona the ninth #things ive made #I just remembered this meme and couldn’t stop thinking about it #so you have to see it too now #gideon nav #ianthe tridentarius #my favorite thing on AO3 is people having tags like tw: Ianthe #also I want to honestly admit that I do not know which hand is the bone hand and I never do or will keep track of it in a drawing #I mirror drawings all the time so even if I do sketch it with right intent any asymmetrical element is a coin flip

[mpliego]

#i couldn’t stop thinking about dark ava #so here’s my take on it #ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun #illustration #digital art #fan art #avatrice #warrior nun fanart #artists on tumblr

[weremonsterteeth]

Orc Wife dicking you into oblivion before a battle.

She fucks into you with quick, sharp snaps of her hips that earn little high-pitched moans from you with every thrust. Your head is thrown back on a pile of cushions, hands clutching at fine fur pelts now soaked through from hours of taking your wife’s cock.

It’s all part of an Orcish tradition. Following through is imperative as it’s meant to provide warriors with the strength to fight and return home safely by “borrowing” it from their mate.

At first, you had been unsure about the effectiveness of the exchange. But now, as you're laid out flat and spent while your beloved pummels into your entrance with seemingly endless vigor, you begin to think there could be something to it.

You lift your shaking legs to encircle your wife’s waist as she punishes your dripping hole. She loves watching her cock disappear inside of you, but she looks up when she feels your thighs weakly squeeze around her.

“Oh, my sweet mate,” she coos, gentle fingers coming up to brush back the stray hairs sweat has slicked to your face. Her pace becomes languid as she buries herself completely within you and remains there, grinding slow circles into you. “You’ve done so well.”

You lock your legs around her and you press yourself down on her cock, groaning at how its thickness stretches you even this long into your love-making.

“Please don’t stop.” You look up at your wife with pleading eyes, rocking your hips on her length roughly in an attempt to spur her on. “I want you to keep going. Keep taking it from me.”

Her hands suddenly grasp your hips hard, a growl escaping the back of her throat as her claws dig at your skin. The pace is still slow as she guides your harsh movements to hit spots inside you only she knows.

“Oh gods,” you moan out, eyes shut tight. “Please, my love.” Your begging is whiny and breathless as she works you over her dick. “Just take everything. Take it so you can come back to me.”

Her motions falter as she processes your words. She lets out a small snort of amusement before relaxing her hold on you, hands trailing up your body and caressing your features until two broad arms come to rest at either side of your head, caging you in under her larger frame.

"Worried for me? How precious.” Her lips yield tender kisses to your shoulder, making out a path across your chest.

“When I return,” she says, “I’ll shower you with tokens of my victory and carry you off here to my chambers.” Sharp teeth playfully nip at the skin of your neck. Her mouth begins sucking her marks into you, tongue swiping out to massage each deliciously sore bit of flesh.

“And then I’m keeping you here,” she chuckles against your skin. Her head pulls back momentarily as she takes you in, her perfect little mate bruised and panting beneath her. She smiles down at you warmly before lowering her face to yours again, lovingly grazing a tusk over your cheek in a deeply intimate gesture. “You won’t be allowed to leave under any circumstances.”

Her chest settles against yours, trapping you between soft furs and the warmth of your lover. You whimper lowly at the contact, bracing your palms against her sculpted shoulders as you try to rut yourself up against her solid form.

It’s far too much. You’ve already been overstimulated to tears several times over. All the sensations surrounding you, your wife’s wonderful promises, her closeness, her heat, her touch, her smell. Fucked out as you are, you’re still so needy for her. She seems to register just how much as you writhe pathetically - adorably - under her.

“Gods. You’re all for me.” She traces her tusk up your jawline and halts her motions with her lips hovering right next to your ear. “After this battle, my cock is going to fucking live inside of you.”

A hand grips each of your thighs and your legs are hefted over your wife’s shoulders as she folds you into a mating press. She slides her cock all the way out of you, teasing the tip at your opening before slamming back in and setting a brutal rhythm.

You scream out in shock and pleasure, throwing both arms around her neck. She has you so worked up and oversensitive that you’re cumming hard around her on the second thrust, wetness leaking over you both. You cling to your wife desperately as she rams into you with a new intensity. You asked her to take everything, which means she’s not stopping until you’re lying limp against the bed.

Yes. There definitely is something to this tradition.

#orc wife #orc fucker #orc romance #monster fucker #terato #orc x human #monster nsft #orc x reader #nsft #uhhhh I couldn’t stop thinking about orc wife so here this is