star-crossed lovers.

Disclaimer: this is a space for me to ramble in whatever I'm thinking of at the moment. often nsfw posting and thirsting. alt of @harestamouree

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ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ ) double yume of william afton can be interact with me !!!

♡ㅤ𝐢𓈒ㅤthis is a nsfw selfship blog that includes some dark topics. if it makes you uncomfortable, block me, not report.

♡ㅤ𝐢𝐢𓈒ㅤno DNI, aside from minors, antiyumes and lolisho to not follow this blog. i block freely.

♡ㅤ𝐢𝐢𝐢𓈒ㅤharuhi ou mari　she/they/corpse/muse/darling　faesari　eighteen　asian　lotussexual—aromantic—fictoromantic

♡ㅤ𝐢𝐯𓈒ㅤmy dearly main f/o aka my husbunny who i soulbonding with deeply -> william afton from five nights at freddy's (game canon) and his other self i created to separate

♡ㅤ𝐯𓈒ㅤthis is just a other side blog so i can't follow or like your posts. if you somehow found my main, be quiet. taking inspo of this blog is okay, just don't directly copy everything, it makes me uncomfortable.

Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟𓂂꒱ ♡𓈒 bun heɑrted 𓏼ׅ⠀‎ ๑◞ 𝄞

　 ゛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ౨ৎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𓈒 ◌ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ˚ 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗳/𝗼 𝘅 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

imagine giving your f/o a peck of kiss on his pinkish mushroom tip of the cock, then nibbling slightly on the foreskin that slide little more and continue gives kisses to gaze their reaction—how cute he is when shivered between his tremble parted lips and yet trying to keep a control of himself. still, you would tease him further with more slow kisses trails down on the base...

　 ゛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ౨ৎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𓈒 ◌ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ˚ 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗳/𝗼 𝘅 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

imagine when your husband (f/o) came home and found you half-asleep on the couch in one of his old shirts, he didn’t say a word at first. he just locked the door, toed off his shoes, and crossed the room like he’d been thinking about this all day.

he knelt between your knees, pushed the shirt up slowly, and pressed his mouth to your stomach. warm hands slid under the fabric, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above your hips. “missed you darling..." he murmured against you, voice already rough. then he tugged your underwear down and settled in like he had all the time in the world—slow, thorough, tongue and lips working you open until your thighs were trembling around his head.

only when you were gasping and tugging at his hair did he rise, shove his pants down, and slide into you in one long, careful push.

he kept it deep and unhurried, forehead pressed to yours, whispering how good you felt, how much he loved coming home to you like this. when you came around him he followed right after, burying his face in your neck with a low, broken sound.