#eh... get it?

[weirdghostcat]

Dunno what to write, so... uhm... don't pet the snake?

Credits: Dreamtale belongs to Jokublog

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[antennatoheaven]

[chloesimaginationthings]

So no FNAF survivors for Dead by daylight,,

[jomo-is-here]

happy holidays! :D

[qvert]

Prints

…did I say cozy? Sorry uh I meant more pain

Also I am literally screaming at vi sleeping curled up with her knees tucked because while I know it looks all cute like she's sad and hugging herself itS PROBABLY BECAUSE SHE LEARNED TO DO THAT IN PRISON TO PROTECT HER VITAL ORGANS AGAINST UNPLEASANT SURPRISES

Fucking Fortiche I swear

[bluukive]

One-track Mind

summary - taking a bath with your husband hardly ever goes well

content - nanami x fem!reader, female anatomy, grinding, mostly just making out, reader wants a cat yippee

wc - 943

an - the heat is making my head hurt and I've been up since 3am so I just let my brain explode for this one huueeehurf :(

“And it���d be perfect if I had a cat,” you mumble, fingers splashing against the water around you. “Because I wouldn’t be lonely when you’re away doing your stupid paperwork.”

It has been a good half an hour of you rambling away in your husband's lap, bare back to his broad chest as the steam emitting from the hot water sloshing around you curled up into the air. You felt woozy from the heat, but you couldn’t complain. You felt safe with Nanami’s chest rising and falling deeply against you as you went on and on about the little calico cat that often approached you for food. She was a cute little thing, often roaming about the streets with no collar around her neck. 

“I mean, there’s only so much silence I can handle, Ken!”

A low, non-committal grunt leaves him as he slides his hands up and down your plush thighs beneath the water as you spoke. His touch is aimless, as if he’s doing it unconsciously. Nanami should have been listening. He usually does so in a manner so devoted and receptive. 

But not tonight. 

Tonight, his mind is somewhere else. You don’t even realise your husband’s hands have slid onto the crease of your hips, padded thumbs sweeping over the soft pudge of flesh his lips were so familiar with. Nanami grips you, giving your body a squeeze before pulling your lower half back until he could feel the swell of your ass around his hardened cock. A soft groan leaves his lips as he hunches over you and presses a greedy flurry of kisses to the curve of your shoulder, almost like a silent apology for not giving you all of his attention.

“...you’re not even listening to me,” you realise, a small sigh leaving your kiss-bitten lips— a small gift from earlier after Nanami had come home from work,

“I’m listening,” your husband replied curtly, voice husky and thick. Despite his words, you could tell Nanami was distracted. It’s like he’s more focused on the way your wet body fits against his.

But then he speaks again before you can reply. Nanami wasn’t listening whatsoever.

“May I touch you some more? Please?”

Nanami’s voice falters at his plea and your head turns back. Your movements are encouraged by a large hand cupping your jaw, angling your mouth towards his. The incessant yet welcome throb of his length between your rear was more prominent the longer your husband soaked in that increasingly playful look in your eye. You rolled your hips back, all coy when Nanami twitched almost violently. 

“You may.” And that was all the encouragement he needed. His next movements crossed the blurred line between worshipping and starved.

You look gorgeous, he wanted to say, but the overwhelming need to show you instead took over. With one hand cupping your pussy, Nanami slots his lips over yours. It’s wetter than usual, drops of moisture clinging to you both. 

There’s no room for words as he holds your jaw in place, the full veins on his hands fattening as he tightens his grip. It was an attempt to anchor himself onto you, his lifeline, whilst relearning every inch of your mouth. There was no rush at all, only the gentle sound of his lips dragging against yours in a loving smooch. His tongue unravels you, draws out an earnest gasp from your throat as it lazily strokes against your own. It’s slick and loud, and it takes all of your effort not to move your head away in embarrassment. 

“Ah, Ken…” you began. Your lidded eyes watched the way he chased that string of saliva connecting you both. Nanami’s tongue darted out, swiping over his lower lip as he took a much needed breath. But with you, he didn’t want to breathe. Your own hands were firmly planted on his bulky thighs, nails almost raking against the muscular flesh.

“You talk so much,” he mutters, warm breath hitting your mouth as he gives your pussy another reassuring squeeze, like he owned it. You mewled in response, legs positively unable to stay closed. They fell open, and a soft coo of approval left Nanami’s lips.

“God, I love it. I love you.” And he meant it.

He looks ruined, wet hair plastered to his forehead and cheeks flushed with arousal as he skims his fingers over your aching clit. Poor Ken, you thought. Work must have been incredibly rough.

Either that or he felt bad about leaving you alone at home for so long without his love. 

His words and touch had you fighting between the urge to laugh or moan, and you were slowly slumping against him further into the cooling water of the tub. Your husband paused his movements reluctantly, deciding that he had taken away your ability to talk for long enough.

“Haahh, you’re not even letting me speak.”

“Alright, alright. I swear I’m listening now,” he coaxes you to continue talking, though he badly wanted to do anything but speak. 

You only spoke after a brief beat of silence, debating whether to inform him of your request. But Nanami knew what you were going to say, and so a wry grin formed on his lips.

Your head turned back to face the tile wall before you, one hand tracing the grooves of muscle of the arm that was currently back around your waist. “Can we get a cat?”

“...you truly have a one-track mind, my love.”

Despite his teasing words, Nanami fully intended on making up for being a workaholic, whether that be buying you a cat, or satiating your baby fever later that night.

[numberonetacostan]

[sublimati0ns]

daily koss #28: photo-op

I wanted to draw something cute and love thinking about them grabbing each other 😭💕 Ft. Bonus:

[friedricebunny]

i'm really so curious how deeply tbhx is gonna go with its whole premise of "heroes are made and gain powers based on trust" because i really wasn't anticipating that

1) moon/xiao yueqing has teleportation-based powers but because everyone wants her and nice to stick together, her teleportation leads back to nice which was INSANE to me

and

2) lin ling is becoming increasingly more worried about being clean and perfect which is a side effect of nice's image of perfection which is indicating that this whole trust system can have mental effects??? and that's horrifying to me???

we are 2 episodes in, how deep is this gonna go

[kcuf-ad]

Morons

[unsung-idiot]

not exactly the response Mabel was hoping for

[luminarai]

Ringo says work smarter, not harder (also he replaced the pieces with delicious homemade cookies before the game even started. Taigen never notices)

stickers etc here

[jojaxcola]

post-wipeout patch up on a tuesday afternoon (embarrassing) [electric guitar]

[maci-lena]

Similarly, I've done a collogue of Every Silksong character announced at the time, after doing the one for Hollow Knight. Obviously, this is outdated thanks to the Switch 2 Direct, but I accepted that fact a long time ago.

And yes, once the game's finally out, I'm going to back and redo this. (Maybe a month after the game's release, 'cause I'd want to actually play the game.)

(And here's your chance to get a close-up)

[courfee]

oby jeggy is a different kind of dsfkdsf so here is them from the first fic in that series, i will touch you with my mind by my love @itsjaywalkers