Imagine your husband comes home, tired, exhausted, and frankly annoyed by his day at work. All he wants is to cuddle in between your thighs and just enjoy your taste deep into the night.

He just wanted to feel you fully on his tongue, have his head gently crushed in between your plush thighs, his strong arms and shoulders hold your legs up on hi shoulders as he just devours you.

Your poor husband is tired from a long day, just needing to taste you, eating you out as if you're his favorite 5-course meal. Goodness, the way he groans when he finally gets to taste you fully, the way his tongue cricles around and his lips gently kissing your thighs.

Just let him enjoy such a delicious meal. He deserves it, right? Plus, being a good little spouse is all he needs right now to distress.

--> Zhongli, NEUVILLETTE, JING YUAN, Dan Heng, ALHAITHAM, Childe, Heizou, Blade, DILUC, Kaeya, THOMA, AYATO, Albedo, WRIOTHESLEY

happy birthday @gege!!

Okay but how cute was my outfit today

okay hear me out but for the first kiss prompts: Nicky/Booker + '' you kissed me first. '' '' i definitely didn't. ''

HEARD AND RECEIVED

It happens on a rainy day.

They’re watching football. It’s what they usually do when they’re bored and Booker is too lazy to engage in some sort of home improvement project in the safe house of the week. Nicky has politely joined him and Joe and is polishing his sword on the other end of the couch (he’s also bored out of his mind, Booker knows it) and Joe’s been sprawled on top of both of them, his head in Nicky’s lap and his feet in Booker’s. Booker half-assedly complained about it for about fifteen minutes, until the game got interesting, and then he could really complain, because Joe kicked him in the face out of excitement when Juventus scored.

Now Joe’s in the kitchen, banging around looking for food, and Nicky’s staring at him. Still polishing his sword.

You are so weird, Booker thinks. What actually comes out of his mouth is, “What are you staring at?” It sounds more accusatory than he means it to.

Nicky carefully sets the sword aside. Booker raises an eyebrow.

It happens so fast that Booker smashes his head into the arm of the couch. One second Nicky is still staring at him, so intently that Booker feels like a bug, and the next second he’s on top of him, giving Booker the worst kiss he’s ever had in his life. Their noses are pressed together, their teeth clacking. Booker reaches up with the intent to try and push him off, but ends up slinging an arm around his neck and tilting his head and things change after that, things go on a course from worst kiss in his life to one of the best.

Booker moves again to pull him closer, and then immediately realizes what he’s doing and shoves him off. Nicky just blinks at him.

“What the fuck was that?”

Nicky shrugs. “You kissed me first.”

Booker bursts out laughing. “I definitely didn’t.” He points at Nicky’s discarded sword. “You were all the way over there, and then you launched yourself at me - ”

“I did not launch myself at you - ”

“- and started kissing me for no reason at all - ”

“ - I had a very good reason, if you must know - ”

“And I - you what?” Booker stares at him. Nicky stares back, completely nonplussed. There’s no way anyone could tell what had happened, except for the way Nicky’s hair’s sticking up slightly in the back.

“I had a very good reason,” Nicky says, and then says nothing else.

Booker waits politely for what feels like five years, before he says “And?”

“And what?”

“Your reason?”

“Oh, that is for me to know.”

“You are so fucking weird,” Booker says, because he really can’t hold it back this time, and loops a hand around the back of Nicky’s neck to pull him down and kiss him again.

What the hell. He’ll roll with it.

first kiss prompts

Robert Lamm performing "Beginnings" in 1990. 💜

Day One - Fall Weather : Moodboard + Fic

drabble (342 words) under the cut!

“It’s finally starting to get cooler,” I noted with a smile, looking through the window as I focused on a leaf that was starting to change color on a maple tree outside the library’s window. “I can finally start breaking out my sweaters. At long last.”

“Posy, you do know it’s not going to get cold enough to actually wear those for another few weeks, right?” Bae piped up from across the table. I had convinced him to come to the library with me by promising he didn’t have to do any studying, all he had to do was keep me company. We leaned against each other on one of the couches, Bae listening to a podcast while I read a book.

“Ugh, why do you have to burst my bubble like that?” I rolled my eyes and kept my eyes trained on the tree outside, swaying in the breeze. “The weather here is all wrong. It’s finally fall, which means it needs to start getting colder.”

“Sooo sorry, pumpkin patch, but it looks like it’s still going to be in the low eighties for the rest of the week,” Bae noted after checking his weather app. “So dress appropriately. I would hate to overhear that you gave yourself a heatstroke trying to wear a sweater in this heat.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, fine. What are you going to wear, then? Since it’s September now, you probably won’t be wearing summer colors anymore. Oh, and please don’t tell me you’re wearing the same red jacket you wore last September.”

Bae raised an eyebrow at me. “What’s wrong with that jacket? Not that I’d stop wearing it on your account or anything, but I am curious.”

“I hated that jacket on you,” I confessed, laughing lightly as I remembered it. “The zipper looked like it was broken, and it was oddly asymmetrical. I was hoping you’d leave it behind.”

Bae shook his head. “Well, I’m not leaving it behind. In fact, I think I’ll start specifically wearing it around you, sugarplum.”

“Jerk!”

Mod you scare me /pos

Good. Be scared. Be frightened. TREMBLE, even. <3

I hope that all of you will have a beautiful April along with all of the loved ones and with your friends. I am happy that y'all are here, with me, liking my posts and supporting me.

Love y'all! 🌼

🌻 - Xoxo, D.

For the love of goodness of this earth.

I played this for 6 HOURS

Complete and utterly simping and attracted to this man. PLEASE get this game. It's free.

It's a romance chat room. Pick your own ending style. When I did my first run-through, i got to ending 5. Im now trying to get the other endings. But fr fr, please, if you love bby girlness in your men, withba twinge of good comedy and banter. Please get this game. Im actually addicted and will not be checking myself in for said addiction. The dlc is only about 6.99 in U.S. currency. The devs are from Australia, which is cool! So please support their game, you won't regret it!

-> A Date with Death

Time to start making Date with Death content omfg.

HI J HI J HI HI HI <3 my apologies for being MIA :( it's been so long!! life has been life-ing unfortunately but i hope you are doing amazing my love. i missed you! kisses and hugs, hugs and kisses xxx

Hello my love 💜 it’s been so long fr omg! I’m doing well and I hope you are too <3 please stay warm! I miss you too friend

[ Kuromi, 21+, she/her, EST, no triggers. ]

— BASICS

NAME: Silas Ezekiel Lowe. AGE / D.O.B.: 35 / August 19, 1988 (Leo as fuck). GENDER, PRONOUNS & SEXUALITY: Cisgender male, he / him / his, pansexual & panromantic. HOMETOWN: Armadale suburbs in Perth, Australia. AFFILIATION: Media, affiliated with The Wall Street Journal. JOB POSITION: Journalist after a multi-year long stint in modeling that resulted in a crash and burn. His specialty is in health and science for WSJ.

EDUCATION: Completed all years of schooling, acquired a Bachelor’s degree in biomedical engineering that more or less went to waste like many of his other pursuits. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. CHILDREN: N/A. POSITIVE TRAITS: + Adventurous, charming (in that boyish sort of way), confident, fun-loving, playful. NEGATIVE TRAITS: - Crass, hedonistic, immature, shallow, undisciplined. Want more stats, physical traits, etc? Click here!

— BIOGRAPHY (CONTENT WARNING: mentions of religious trauma, alcohol and drug use, homophobia, troubled childhood (and adulthood for that matter). If any warnings are missed, please let me know.)

Silas Lowe is a man of many strengths and even more weaknesses, a jack of all trades who lacks the long-term discipline to master any of them. Born in Perth, Australia, he was a surprisingly gifted child who excelled specifically in science and sports; one of the few things his parents, namely his father, could be proud of him for. Similarly to any child who fulfills their potential at too young of an age, burnout came hard and fast. Instead of slacking and lazing about as a result of his burnout, he persevered with his studies, instead finding solace and a way to cope in alcohol and prayer deep into the night—drunken pleas to God to make it easier, to reap all that he sowed. Of course, this only shone a spotlight on the negatives and allowed the positives to become overshadowed, leading him down a darker path. This darker path resulted in him showing up to classes (or worse, church) intoxicated and making a fool out of himself. This brought tension between him and his father, already equipped with a strained relationship in an increasingly religious household. It was a common occasion for his mother and sister to have to break up fights between the two men, both verbal and physical, complete with digs at his sexuality, how he was following his sister’s path of addiction and failure, and all the ways he’d amount to nothing. So, what do two desperate parents on the brink of divorce do when times get rough? Move to an entirely different country in an attempt to pull their now adult children out of unsavory environments and give them a second chance at life. Settling down in New York only seemed to worsen things, however, as Silas and his sister were both exposed a new type of nightlife. As a duo, they found comfort in turning to their addictions of choice and acquiring new ones, all while masquerading under successful college careers and a picture perfect family image. After all, who wouldn’t sneak off to the restrooms with their sister to snort cocaine and bitch about their parents, only to tenderly clean up each other’s bloodied noses before stepping out? This could only last so long, especially as his father delved deeper into Catholicism, retiring from his job and devoting his soul to preaching. His mother, albeit devoted to faith, couldn’t take it anymore; watching her husband lose himself and project his own harmful beliefs onto their children, particularly Silas who was now dating men and exploring a life deemed ‘ungodly’. Graduating, getting an apartment of his own, even finding a temporarily successful career in modeling mattered little now that he deviated from the so-called norm and abandoned his religion. As divorce came, so did distance. Even his own sister cut contact with their parents and soon him, encouraging the never-ending spiral. Dependency on drugs cemented, his dreams of being a world-famous model abandoned, and even a bout of losing his apartment occurred, forcing him to live with his mother or crash on friends’ couches for a year or two. Finally, at age 35, he’s older but no wiser. Acquiring a job at The Wall Street Journal as a journalist, thanks to assistance from a companion, helped him accrue the funds needed to start life somewhat anew. Settled in his apartment in NYC, all he can do is take life one day at a time, repeating old mistakes and finding new ones to keep himself warm at night. ABRIDGED VERSION: Born and raised in Perth, grew up in religious household with a zealot father, gifted child syndrome leading to burnout and alcohol dependency, family relocated to New York in his early 20s to “fix everything” (didn’t work), traded alcohol for drugs, parents got divorced while he completed his Bachelor’s in biomedical engineering (did nothing with it), abandoned the Catholic faith, tried to become a model (failed that), and now he’s a journalist for The Wall Street Journal merely trying to survive (ideally thrive) and keep a semi-healthy distance from his family.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Sister: Silas was quite close with his sister before she cut contact with him, leaving him quite wounded and feeling betrayed. Despite living in the same state, this loss of contact was upheld for a few years despite his attempts to reach out, sometimes lovingly and sometimes angrily. A reconnection between the two of them would be interesting (and angsty in that brother/sister love way) to explore. Drug dealer: With a penchant for unhealthy coping mechanisms, it’s unsurprising that Silas would have a dealer or contact to score said coping mechanisms. It’s more unsurprising if he barely scrapes by paying them. This could also result in unintended gang affiliations that he has to keep hush-hush about. Exes: Be it serious relationships or casual flings, Silas has accrued his fair share of exes, some ending amicably and others? Not so much. Bonus points for his first love ever, a false pregnancy scare that made him irrationally end the relationship, first serious male partner, etc. Work: Other journalists or media affiliated connections are, of course, welcome; especially if they also work for The Wall Street Journal. The person who helped Silas get his job for WSJ is an especially wanted connection.

Nebula shadows

Y’all remember during the Fine Line listening party era where I made a post about how he should have a 21+ listening party where we all drink wine WITH HIM and cry and give each other advice while listening to the album? I literally still stand by that with Harry’s House. I stand by it harder, in fact.

Hi hi! I figured I'd make you a little something. (Purple is my absolute favorite color, so please excuse the excessive purple 😅. I also just feel like purple fits him, too.)

Anyway! I'm just here to spread a little love because we all deserve some love sometimes. Keep being you and keep trying to reach your goal in life. You'll get there, one step at a time. Just be yourself and do you. You're doing great; keep going and pushing through the rough times. 💜

purple is also one of my favorite colors (and i do believe it is his favorite?) so it all fits so well. this is so cute, thank you so much ;; 💜💜

(also tagging @midnightpretenders0, you need to see this today 💜💜💜)

Can't get enough of you, baby. 💜