Imagine riling up your favorite character with deep kisses and tender touches until they’re a half-melted mess and finally hitting them with that adorable nickname they pretend to hate so much. They respond like a cute little rabid huffy short circuited idiot. You hit the little mess you made with another deep kiss, which they hardly have the mental capacity to reciprocate.
“You want me to call you that for the rest of the night?” suddenly their arms shoot out and grab you.
“For the rest of my life!” they beg and bark out, giggling and pleading.








