Send " I'm Proud Of You. " For Receiver To React To Yours In A Moment Of Vulnerability.

“source?” i’m an earth sign i just know 

Rampo Noir (2005) Suguru Takeuchi, Jissoji Akio, Hisayasu Sato, Atsushi Kaneko

𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 ✨

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

hermes ﹠ aphrodite

Oh,  sweet  child  of  travel  and  love!  Your  father  is  the  swift  herald  of  the  gods,  and  your  mother  was  born  beautiful  of  Titan's  blood.  A  life  of  greatness  stands  before  you  dictated  by  cleverness,  hope,  and  consuming  desire.  No  man  can  tell  you  what  realm  you  preside  over,  but  look  to  themes  of  wishes  and  fancies  as  you  grow  into  your  power.

ANYWAY which one of your faves is gonna spend a lazy day in bed with you, catching up on the past week’s missed sleep? just cuddled up under the warm sheets, skin to skin, comfortable in each others’ presence. maybe- definitely- there’s some light touches, he’s feeling the softness of your skin under his fingers and relishing every quiet little sigh, memorizing every little hitch in your breath. and what if he holds you close, spooning you and remarking how perfectly you fit tucked against him, even though he feels like he just can’t get close enough to you. and just when you think your sleepy heart is about to explode, he softly kisses your neck, your shoulder, brings a hand up to kiss each knuckle with so much quiet admiration. it’s enough to make you absolutely melt. when he asks how you’re feeling, you tell him to see for himself- those same reverent fingers dipping between your thighs to feel the wetness gathering there, and he groans into your skin, half-hard cock twitching against his thigh. it doesn’t take long for him to be fully sheathed inside you, barely even thrusting, just grinding slowly, little bit little building up the friction that makes your toes tingle. he holds you tightly against him, whispering praise and admiration into the crook of your neck where he leaves bruising kisses, drinking in every sigh and quiet moan from your lips, pausing to feel every time your walls squeeze him. there’s no rush, no means to an end, just mutually enjoying the feeling of each other. you don’t know how long you’re like this, you refuse to check the time— but your peak washes over you gently like waves on an undisturbed shore, his equally as quiet, and you stay there together, comfortably as close as you could possibly be. there’s no need to move yet, not when the little shards of sunlight glitter around the room, not when his breath is steady against your skin, not when you feel yourself drift back into a comfortable sleep.

Girls' night

Mihály von Zichy (Hungarian, 1827-1906) Romantic encounter, 1864