#and wife

[tojisun]

hhh that position when they have to push your leg down to stop yourself from squirming as you writhe and squeak in pleasure? it’s so !!!

and i do love thinking about burly men like 141 doing that to you, but god imagine it’s kate doing it. crooning how you’ve got to be good for her. for them.

(her wife coos, petting your cheek from where she is sat beside you.

“be good f’r daddy, little one,” she trills, wiping away your tears as you gasp, toes curling as kate pets your walls, and god. your body locks at the realization — she means kate.)

[reapleaser]

I JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THE FULL IMAGE BUT UH THIS IS DAY 4 OF KLOKTOBER DRESSED TO KRILL

[asharaks]

"Inquisitor."

"Lady Montilyet." He bows, eyes sparking-bright: incongruous, here, with the air velvet-heavy and flavoured with perfume and incense. His hands, bare, against all courtly etiquette; his face, too, smile unmasked and lovely. "Dance with me?"

She shouldn't; she does. Hand in his (wishing she had shed her own gloves, his skin warm against the silk) and heart a hummingbird in her chest, she lets him lead them past the dancefloor-

-where are we going?-

-trust me-

and onto a balcony, heedless of the eyes that track them, hunger-gleam lost amid the glitter.

"Out here?" she raises an eyebrow, heel-scrape on stone, the orchestra a distant melody, all but lost in the dawn chorus. "There is a dancefloor."

A shrug; a smile. He tosses his braids over his shoulder, glossy redblack under the sunrise. "I've had enough of that dancefloor for one night."

And her hand is still in his, and her heart is still caught in the trap of her throat (and somewhere, always, he's still on that floor and Florianne's knife finds its mark) but he's gentle as he dips his fingers under the hem of her glove. Gentle as he peels it back, bares her to the fresh air: wrist, where her veins stand close to the skin, then palm, nails sharp against her lifeline, then fingertips, where she can feel her pulse linger.

His skin is warm, as she'd always known, and his fingers calloused, as she'd never let herself imagine, and when he raises her hand to his mouth, the kiss echoes in the hollows of her veins.

"Mahvir," she begins, ends, clings to like a raft. Finds his pulse with her fingertips and times her breath to it: the dancefloor is far away, and Florianne is dead, and Josephine, who has never wished death on any living thing in all the long span of her life in politics, finds herself breathtakingly, ravenously, glad for it.

"Lady Montilyet," he says again, presses it into her knuckles, turns her hand palm up to draw his thumb across her lifeline. "Dance with me?"

[saii-kuroo]

aki 🫰

[keiru-the-worm]

SIGHHH...look at him...he's so stupid i love him

[impregnatedafterpostbirthdaysex]

Finally for to reading spectre hal (after mourning parallax) and oml he's just as pathetic (affectionate)

[babyratte]

btw even tho im a rat my wife is a pig and shes adorable (also, human truffles art bugs me when shes drawn skinny) (theres still some beautiful art out there but LOOK AT HER BELLY) MY WIFE IS RAOUND AND SOFT AND FAT AND I LOVE HER W ALL MY HEART ~screenshots/pics r from my own game~

[kerryvonerich60]

[p-taryn-dactyl]

not afraid to admit i had a crush on ned stark

[tumbling-rocks-no-danger]

I fear Angela is actually my mom. I kept her alive with all I could. Alas... her eventual death broke my heart, and I am currently sobbing.

[graveyarrdshift]

"I'm just a girl", "girl math", "girl dinner", "divine feminine energy", "bimbocore", "clean girl", "girl's girl", "girlfriend brain" SHUT UPPP!!! SHUTT THE FUCKKKK UPPPPPP !!!!

[starspilli]

man of progress

[venusmage]

More high lesbian antics involving food

[inbabylontheywept]

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[saturnsconstellation]

Men use “I’m just a man” to cheat on their wives. Odysseus uses “I’m just a man” to kill, slay and torture people to get back to HIS wife. They are not the same.