#Bubble Bath Print

[funnyartprintsnow]

Bathroom Print - Cat Relaxes in Bath Art Print, Whimsical Bathroom Decor, Clawfoot Tub Wall Art, Charming Animal Print (Print only no frame)

[malusokay]

little things to feel softer

Being kind to mean people

Teas with honey and sleeping early

A fun collection of cute mugs from little antique stores

Pearls and dainty jewellery

Buying flowers for yourself or a loved one, not just on special occasions.

being kind just because you want to, with no hidden motives, just genuine kindness

Reading and writing poetry

Self-care nights and long bubble baths

Going to the farmer's market to buy fresh fruits

No phone in the morning

Paying attention to the little things: changing seasons, moon phases, blooming flowers, etc...

Calm hobbies like painting, knitting, reading, baking

Matcha and tea over coffee

Being kind to stray animals and befriending them

Sending handwritten letters to your friends

Try cooking from scratch, make some jam, maybe attempt a sourdough... (nara smith my queen)

Flower prints and sundresses

Lacy tops and light colours

Taking time to appreciate art, listen to music, visit museums and art exhibitions, go to concerts, the theatre, cinema, etc..

Wearing only natural fabrics

Vanilla scented EVERYTHING

not sure how I feel about the title, but this all leans into the "softer/calmer life" thing; you guys get me lol. <3

As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions and tips in the comments!! ♡

love ya ･:*₊‧౨ৎ

[doppelganger-ana]

Hopped on Amazon.ca and purchased 2 cans of febreze, 1 black comforter, 1 Holstein cow print faux fur comforter, CHI Argan Oil Shampoo, CHI Lava flat iron, 2 purple bath towels. In total: 339.98

Hopped on Lush.ca and purchased 1 peachy bath bomb, 1 black rose bath bomb, 1 Toby’s magic cow bath bomb, 1 lump of coal bath bomb. In total: $46.33.

[drgnflyteabox]

Excuse me I'm ovulating and braindead but...

Mdni 18+ soap x reader dubcon and nonconsensual viewing of an explicit video / boundary breaking

You've said no maybe 100 times. No, because you're in a crucial stage in your career. No, because if it ends online it'll be there forever. No, because you don't necessarily want to see yourself in such a state. You don't want to film a home video with him, not with your face in it.

Johnny proposes an alternative.

"A mask?"

He pulls it out - it's a little silly, honestly. Skull print.

Johnny fucks you with his phone propped up, showing you off. Spreads your legs and your cunt with his big thick fingers and makes you squirt, makes you cry on his cock and wet the mask with your tears.

You're suffocated, breathing hard, but you won't take it off - you're too embarrassed. Johnny fucks you like a dog for so long you can barely hold yourself up, pussy gone numb and oversensitive at once, legs like jelly.

At the end, he says, "videos off, hen. Bath?"

You let him pull it off, smoothing your hair back, kissing your neck and the corner of your mouth. His stubble scratches your sensitive, wet skin.

He tucks you into a bubble bath and then tucks you into bed, leaves you naked against him because you're too worn out to protest.

What you don't know is when he tucks your face against his fat pec, he pulls his phone out and sends the video to Simon, making sure the part where he tilts your head to the camera after he'd told you it was off is in clear view.

You'd thought he was kissing your ear, petting you and comforting you.

Simon, hand fisted around his cock, sees Johnny grinning at him from the bed.

[4theitgirls]

Hi can you please make a guide on Blair Waldorf please

blair waldorf: a guide

character

romanticize studying and prioritize intelligence; blair is literally the definition of hot and educated.

confidence and self-stability is key; realize you are the only you there will ever be!

realize you cannot control other people, you can only control you.

“you can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”

don’t be afraid to be determined, passionate, and GO HARD for what you want and don’t give it up for anyone.

“if you really want something, you don’t stop for anyone or anything until you get it.”

set standards for all relationships. you deserve to be surrounded by your kind of people and have what you want.

“the most important thing in a relationship is trust. after sex. and hygiene. and earning potentials.”

don’t be afraid to be a little selfish sometimes. if your goals require you to keep to yourself, study all the time, move, whatever it may be, do it and realize there will always be people that try to keep you where you are and stop your growth, but keep your eyes on the prize and don’t let it happen!

“whoever said that money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”

fashion

old money style!

headbands that match the accents in your outfit

heels, low or high. your choice!

collared tops, especially in fall and winter

black or white tights

plaid! like long plaid coats and plaid skirts

pearls

button-up tops

classy floral prints in summer and spring

bows! both in your hair and around your collar

hair is usually in loose curls

things to do to feel like blair

shop! especially for accessories like bags and shoes

watch an audrey hepburn movie

have a spa day! eat some chocolate and take a bubble bath

take time to make yourself feel pretty and put together

read a magazine

read classic literature

drink tea from your prettiest mug

have a sleepover!

[blueberryredbullwithlime]

sorry halloween was yesterday but i was listening to rob zombie and got excited

tomura hates house parties. he hates halloween. he hates his roommate.

because why is touya blaring fucking rob zombie at midnight -on a week night?!

but... weirdly. admittedly. the way the girl from his mythology lecture is swinging her hips to that gritty, nasty riff kind of makes his chest tight. a deep cut neckline exposing bouncing, fatty tits that some primal and gross part of him wants to grab. squeeze tight and bruise his prints into, just like the peeking flesh of your thighs -practically oozing through sliced up fishnets.

he can't tell what you're supposed to be. alluring vampire? sexy zombie? silent hill nurse without the bubble face?

crimson lipstick is smeared around the corners of your mouth. he wants it on his tongue. he bets it tastes awful. doesn't mean he wants it less.

at the chorus, you whirl around unexpectedly and make eye contact with tomura on a whim. he's beet red having been caught so viciously staring but you don't let him look away and hide, instead pointing right at him with black-chipped nail polish and smiling.

mouthing dig through the ditches, and burn through the witches then you jerk that pointed finger over your shoulder, toward the porch and slam in the back of my dragula?

that's how he follows you outside. also how he ends up groping a titty on his own porch, hidden behind cheap bloody sheet decor hanging from staples in the overhead.

bonus

"heh, ha," he gasps as if he's receiving any stimulation, just plying your jutted chest with amazement and drooly lips, "halloween isn't so bad..."

"that's what i'm saying," you murmur, watching with amusement as he paws -wide-eyed- before glancing around for any abandoned joints touya may have left out, "hey, you wanna smoke?"

"like weed?"

"no like bath salts. duh, weed..."

"can i still...?" he trails off, giving a final experimental grope.

"sure, you're cute. in a creepy way," you shrug off, "maybe later you'll actually talk to me instead of staring?"

suddenly, he thinks touya should throw as many parties as he wants

[crushmeeren]

master list link ⇢ ⇢ // FEM READER

༝ ᭝ ༝ my sweet boy itachi deserves all the headcannons. ༝ ᭝ ༝

༝ ᭝ ༝ nsfw below the cut . ༝ ᭝ ༝

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Itachi, whose soul can be compared to the gentle beat of a butterfly’s wings. Who’s a man of few words, but always tries his best to create meaningful conversation with you. And when you understand, without a word, that his social battery is at zero, and you offer to watch his favorite movie, his heart swells to the point of bursting. Who ends up falling asleep halfway through.

Itachi, who you’d label a pacifist at heart. Who does everything in his power to be good at communicating when you argue. Who never yells or insults you. Who understands that it’s you and him versus the problem, not you pitted against each other. Who’s strong. Who will defend you to the death, putting his sharp skills to use if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way.

Itachi, whose eyes flutter shut, smiling tenderly and letting out the cutest hum of satisfaction when you frame his face and repeatedly smooth your thumbs over his defined smile lines. Who craves your affection, your touch, the intimacy you easily share with him. Who clings to you like an octopus when you sleep.

Itachi, who, quite often, does his best impression of a puppy and begs you to take a warm bath with him. Who will fill it with bubbles, and once you are fit snug between his thighs, will slip his arms around your waist and gently guide you back onto his chest. Who will place a chaste kiss to your temple when you rest your head on his collarbone. The steady thud of his heart beat combined with the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest makes you doze off.

Itachi, who lights up like the sun when you ask to braid his hair. It’s so long and soft, the strands like silk when you brush your fingers through them. Who resembles a large, purring cat when your nails scratch gently at his scalp. Who gets sleepy, head tilting forward and jerking back up where he sits between your legs as the sensation of having his hair played with relaxes him entirely.

Itachi, who, unfortunately, is not the best cook. Regardless, he still wants to spend time with you in the kitchen, so he asks you to teach him to bake. He falls in love with it, and even more with you. Who laughs so hard he has to place a hand on his stomach and sit down on the floor when you accidentally drop a bag of flour and cover every inch of your body with it. Who can’t stop giggling when he finds traces of flour in your hair, even after you’ve showered. Who bakes you special treats every week just because he can.

Itachi, who’s a genius. A prodigy. Who’s more intelligent than you could ever hope to be. Who’s so perceptive you genuinely worry he possesses the supernatural ability to read your mind. Who gets entirely too amused when he beats you at chess, for what seems like the hundredth time, and you accuse him of being able to see inside your head.

Itachi, whose eyesight….. isn’t great, even on the best of days. Who you find with his nose buried in a book most days of the week. Who squints so harshly at the small print that you roll your eyes and have to scold him about remembering to wear his glasses. Who pouts softly, but does as he’s told. Who sometimes pretends to fall asleep on the couch while reading just so you’ll take off his glasses for him. Who then pulls you close and kisses the smile off your lips.

Itachi, who paints his nails. Who wears whatever he feels like, but mostly buys things that are soft on his skin and keep him warm. Who’s stunning when he dresses up. But, who’s so pretty your chest clenches tight even when he’s lounging in sweats and a cozy sweatshirt. Who you’ve over heard singing Billie Eilish in the shower more than once.

Itachi, who does chores around the house to show his love. Who spontaneously brings you your favorite snacks or drinks. Who’s adorable when he shows up with a shy, secret smile, hiding something behind his back. Who touches you constantly. Resting your feet in his lap, kissing your forehead, making sure your sides are touching when you sit together. Who gives you butterflies when he subtly locks your pinkies.

Itachi, who was simply terrified you and Sasuke wouldn’t get along. His little brother means the world to him, after all. Who chewed his fingers to the nub worrying over it. Who almost cried tears of relief when you and Sasuke became fast friends. Of course, that was only after he deemed you worthy of being Itachi’s girlfriend.

Itachi, who cries on your wedding day. Who waits on you hand and foot when you get pregnant with your first baby. Whose shoulders seem lighter, less burdened, when he holds your son for the first time. Who loves you, and you alone. Who would watch the world burn if it meant keeping you safe. Who’s your favorite person in the world, until death do you part.

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Itachi, whose lips are sticky and warm when he coaxes you into a sweet kiss, guiding your arms to wrap around his neck. Whose hands settle on the base of your skull, thumbs digging into the muscle behind your jaw as he tilts your head to deepen it further. Who swallows your moans and nips at your bottom lip, pushing his wet tongue into your mouth when you open for him.

Itachi, who litters your neck and chest with dark purple hickies. Who needs everyone to see who you belong to. Who murmurs “so pretty, and all mine,” between each love bite. Who kisses the hollow of your throat and nuzzles his nose with yours, a honeyed heat rolling through you. Whose own neck is super ticklish. Who giggles uncontrollably when you straddle his lap and press gentle kisses to the side of his throat.

Itachi, who can’t keep himself away from your tits. Who warms his hands before he grabs them, sucking on your soft nipples until they harden between his lips. Who pinches and tugs on them, bouncing them playfully.

Itachi, who doesn’t like to curse. Who dissolves into a whimpering, nasty mouthed mess when you swallow his cock. Who prefers you on your knees while he sits at the edge of the bed. Who white knuckles the sheets, breath spilling out as shaky exhales and whiny moans when your slick lips drag up his shaft. Who throws his head back, hand resting on the back of your head to anchor himself while you suck on his balls and jerk him off.

Itachi, who pulls the tie from his hair when he eats you out. Who places your hands on his head and instructs you to weave your fingers in his hair to keep it off his face. Who keeps two fingers stuffed inside your pussy the entire time, occasionally curling them into your g-spot. Who licks your clit and swirls his tongue until you’re squeezing tight and shouting out your pleasure.

Itachi, whose dick is unbelievably sensitive. Whose thighs twitch and jump, chewing on his bottom lip to stifle high pitched moans when you sink down on his cock. Whose large hands palm your ass, gazing up at you with a tender expression while he supports your weight. Who gasps and squeezes his eyes shut when his cock kicks, filling you with a new warmth when you sit down on him for the fourth time.

Itachi, whose cheeks are dusted a rosy pink, sweat beading on his forehead as he averts his eyes. Who shoves his face into your neck when you tease him about your pussy being too much for him to handle. Who rolls you and clutches the backs of your knees, pinning them to the bed.

Itachi, whose shameless breeding kink makes an appearance. Who rolls his hips with slow and steady motions, pushing his cum back inside you. Whose eyes are glued to the way the sticky white mess covers his cock, the tight heat of your pussy swallowing him so well he could scream.

Itachi, who fucks you through each one of your toe curling orgasms, whispering encouragement that makes your cheeks burn so hotly it travels behind your eyes. Who helps clean you afterwards, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, and cuddles you close to his chest. Who rubs your back until you drift off to sleep.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader - We Both Know

Summary: Simon broke up with you but you both know it was a stupid choice.

Notes/Warnings: Stalker-ish Ex!Simon; Soft!Simon; Insecure!Simon (a little bit); some smut (18+), fluff, cursing, typos probably

Words: 1642

He’s here. You know he’s here. Not because you can see him or hear him or feel him—he’s too skilled for that—but because you know Simon Riley like the back of your damn hand. And Simon Riley won’t let you go. He has not proven himself capable of letting you go. Not yet, not fully, and if you can help it, not ever.

When you close the door behind you and kick off your shoes, you don’t bother turning on the lights. You’ve spent nearly two months flipping that switch in your entryway, pretending he isn’t somewhere in your apartment. Two months of going about your nightly routine as if there isn’t an intruder in your home. Two months of ignoring the soft shutting of your front door or window once you’ve settled into bed. But you’re tired of playing this game, and frankly, you miss him—the man; not the ghost who has been haunting you, trailing you, hiding in plain sight.

“You've been watching me,” you announce into the void. 

A handful of beats pass but not for a second do you let yourself believe you’re crazy for attempting to converse with blackness and silence. Then the little cord on your lamp is pulled by thick fingers, illuminating the side of the apartment where he stands. He’s a shadow in the corner of your living room, drenched in black from head to toe, skull-printed balaclava included, and it takes everything in you not to rush to his side, shove that piece of fabric up over his chin, and kiss him.

“You've made it necessary,” he scolds; the first words he has spoken to you in nearly sixty-five days. It’s the longest he has forced you to go without hearing his voice, having been attached at the hip since you met; and having that smooth, deep tone in your ear is like soaking your body in a hot bath, sloughing off the wear and dirt and grime to come out renewed and refreshed.

You nod because you know what you’ve been doing. You’ve known your choices would bring him back to you. You hoped, at least. But you also hoped he would give himself and his stalker behavior up long before you would have to call him out. He’s usually much more possessive when you spend your evenings drinking and freely dancing amongst crowds, and the thought of you flirting with other men has always put him in a sour mood. You thought seeing it up close would make his vision go red, but he's held himself back. However, you suppose him watching and following you from a distance is better than not caring to watch or follow you at all. 

“You're not being safe,” he tells you. 

“You mean I'm doing things you're not happy with.”

Simon doesn't respond to that. He can’t, because you’re absolutely right and he isn’t the type to disrespect you by lying to your face.

“You broke up with me to—what was it—‘live my life’ while you're gone? Do you really have a right to be pissed at me for getting a head start?” you ask as you take steps further into the apartment and toss your purse on the counter. “If that's the case, maybe you should've dumped me a little closer to your deployment date so you wouldn’t have to witness it.”

Now you do feel him. You see him through the mask. He’s bubbling inside, the beginning of a boil, because he made a silly choice and doesn’t like to be reminded of his mistakes. He hasn’t exactly voiced that, specifically, but it’s the truth. It was silly. It’s also the truth—though again, not specifically expressed—that he regretted it the very minute he walked away from you, leaving you in tears because he is the one afraid of what will happen when the two of you face his first deployment in your relationship. He is afraid to come back home expecting a loving welcome only to find disappointment if you’ve chosen to seek out the comfort of another man. So, ���Don’t let me hold you back, love’’ he’d told you. ‘Live your life, and I’ll figure out what to do with myself.’

Simon groans, grumbles, vibrates the room. He begins to close the distance between you until he thinks better of it and halts beside your couch. “I did it because–”

“Do you miss me?” 

“That is not rela–”

“Do, you, miss, me,” you press.

He swallows hard, Adam’s apple protruding under the balaclava. His fist clenches at his side. You don’t think he's going to give you the satisfaction, but then he sighs and says, “Of course I fucking miss you.”

Your breath catches in your throat and your vision starts to blur at the edges. Those words heal the bits of your heart that he broke when he left.

“Then don’t be stupid,” you say, crossing the room until your chest is nearly pressed against his. You rest your hand on his cheek, or what would be his cheek if not for the mask. “Don't make us spend your last week here apart from one another.”

With another exhale, his shoulders loosen their rigidity, and in that moment you know you have him.

“Fuck me, Si,” you whisper. 

His eyes flick to yours. A flash burns through his irises.

“It'll just make it harder.” That pathetic argument betrays his actions. One of his palms instantly goes to your waist, gently tracing the curve. The gesture is so natural between you you’re not sure if he even knows he’s doing it. 

“I promise it won’t,” you say. 

Then your hands slide along his shoulders to grip his biceps and you slowly turn his body until you can push him into a seated position on the couch. He lets you lead. He lets you staddle his lap. He lets you lift the mask a few inches and connect your lips as you grind your hips down, hardening him within his pants. 

Simon’s fingers squeeze your thighs. They travel to your hips, encouraging your movements, before they continue a path up your spine. With his tongue in your mouth, you lose track of his touch for some time until he’s settled on a placement for his hands. One wrapped around your waist, hugging you tight; the other woven into your hair, holding you in place as his kisses swell your lips, verging on bruising. 

“Come on, baby,” you mutter into his ear when you break the connection to breathe. “Don’t you want to be all warm and snug inside me? Don’t you miss how well you fit? Like my pussy was made for you, right? That’s what you’ve always said.”

You know how it sounds. It’s desperate and needy, but you don’t care. You’re begging, not just for the man who sets your body aflame, but for the man who altered the trajectory of your life when he entered it. The man you refuse to live without. 

“Love–” he starts, but his groan from the nibbles you give to his neck interrupts him. 

“You can rest deep in me for a while if you want. I’ll stay perfectly still for you. Or I can go nice and slow the way you like.”

Moving your head back, you stop the shifting of your hips and lock your gazes. You pointlessly wait for him to deny you. Pointlessly because Simon Riley doesn’t deny you in situations like this. The equal balance of your need for one another has made that impossible, so it doesn’t surprise you one bit when he nods in agreement.

Your thumbs delicately guide the balaclava over his nose, but you stop there. Only he removes the mask. It’s his right; his decision to show his face and to whom. You are one of the lucky ones, but you’ve never taken advantage of that gift. 

With one hand, Simon grips the top of his mask and jerks it the rest of the way off his head—hair sticking out in a million directions—as he sneaks his other between your bodies to undo the button of his pants. He lifts his hips, bouncing you on his lap, before you do the same so he can push his pants down his thighs. 

You don’t spend time marveling at the thick column of flesh he’s pumping with his fist. You know everything about his cock. Every ridge and valley from base to tip. Every vein. Every inch of him you have memorized, and you’re too hungry to waste another second without him where you want him most.

When Simon finally slides inside of you, you hum in satisfied delight. Like basking in the heat of the sun after the chill of Winter. Like the first bite of your favorite ice cream hitting your tongue. Like quenching a thirst. Like coming home. 

Simon’s head falls back against the couch and his chest heaves with heavy inhales and exhales. His eyes are closed, but you catch a hint of a smile on his face.

“We feel so good together, Si,” you say, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his chest. “I want this when you return. Don’t you want this when you return?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Then why deprive yourself of what you love? Especially when what you love wants you so bad.”

He lifts his head and reaches up to brush his knuckle from your cheekbone to your chin. “I was trying to make it easier.”

Palms cupping his jaw, you run your thumb over his bottom lip. “Fuck easy.”

“Love, it’ll be a year. No less.”

“I don’t care,” you swear. You start to rise and then you sink back down onto him. “I'll be waiting for you, Simon.”

[ladyelissarose]

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“Mmph!! -aby! Hol- on. mmm.”

“No- mmhmm.. let me -ave you.”

You were too caught up in Simon’s passionate kisses to even pay attention to his pleas and listen to them. But it had been a whole two LONG months since you two have seen each other, all because you were sent on different missions. And now that you had him back in your hold- there was no way you’re letting him go.

How your relationship worked out was beyond those who knew, but some spark had ignited a flame between the two of you since first sight, and that fire was growing and never ending on both of your watches.

So on his thick thighs you sat, holding his cheeks with his mask bunched up at his nose, giving him open mouthed kisses, wanting to taste and remember all of him as you had gone endless days and nights without him.

Simon groped your thighs tightly after he had left his fingers printed on your hips, missing what you felt like under his touch while all over him, he needed to feel you again, as you were his and only his.

Teeth practically crashing and lips probably bruised by now, you two shared breaths and hearts were synchronizing into one beat, you two becoming one.

You moaned into Simon’s mouth after he tightened his hold on you and lightly bit your bottom lip,

“Si- mmph! Easy solider... muah!”

You gave him a firm kiss before pulling away, a little streak of who knows who’s saliva of the two of you is lingering on your lips. Simon wiped it away gently with the pad of his thumb as he attentively heard you ask ever so sweetly,

“Si... can we do a bath when we get home?”

His eyes holding only love and admiration for you as you sat above him like a queen on her throne. He couldn’t even think of you lustfully as you beautifully sat right on him, sometimes all he wanted was to be loved and feel it in his chest beating out erratically. Feel fully satisfied in and out by your simple touch and loving words.

His brown eyes were raking all over your face as he nodded slowly, his fingers rubbing small circles on your waist,

“Of course love.”

A soft smile made it up to your lips at his agreement, since he wasn’t always up for touchy-touchy stuff. But also because you were feeling touch deprived of him, you went on for more,

“With the bubbles an-“

He nodded once again but as he bud in to finish your words,

“-and the candles, wine.. kisses... and se-mmmmph..”

You planted a long kiss on his lips, cutting him off as you were feeling even more happy. Cherishing Simon’s openness with you, and grateful that he was letting himself go and giving himself a chance to feel love and peace.

“-on’t sto- mmph..”

“Shh- mmmph-“

Breathing hard through your noses as you both couldn’t- refused to separate or go light on the kiss, choosing to deeply demonstrate your love even if you suffocated for it. Tasting and feeling him was Heaven and a whole new boost of hope for you, a beautiful gift. And for him you were a boost of life and reason to live.

Simon’s strong arms held you up and close to him, you could feel every part of him under you and his scent was so engulfed in you. Everything of him was in the palm of your hand, and with the heart you have given him, you loved and treasured him.

From back then compared to now- there was a big difference on how Simon accepted affection. Before you could barely hold his hand without him flinching away, holding a slight fear in his eyes along with uncertainty. It was hard for you at first to adjust with him, and show him in the smallest ways, that what you had to offer to him was safe and full of love.

Baby steps is what it took for Simon to finally be here and open up to you, receiving and giving affection or touch. Now in the comfort of his own room or yours (for he never showed strong PDA outside, he had a stern reputation to keep and you agreed with it- he was the Ghost after all.) He’d hold you close and wouldn’t let go for long periods of time.

“I missed you... so much.”

Hearing anything of vulnerability coming from Simon was rare, but cherished nonetheless when it came, as it was very genuine and heartfelt.

You planted a sweet kiss on his forehead as his doe eyes continued to admire everything about you that was all his,

“I miss you too sweetheart... I’m happy you’re ok.”

A small smile pulled at his lips,

“I’m happy you’re ok too love... I am happy with you.”

The cold, distant and bitter Simon was no longer around once he got to know you, you had become the light and joy of his life, and you had changed him completely- you saved Simon’s life before he let Ghost consume him fully.

You were the balance between the two lives he carried, you loved them both equally and were present where he needed. Either to stand by his firm choices on the battle field or watch his six- or to cuddle him at night when he needed to feel you after a rough day or nightmare.

Simon let his hand rest on the back of your neck, letting his fingers weave through your hair before pulling you close again, foreheads resting on one another while your lips barely touched, eyes closed in peace. He left his hand there and the other rested on your back, yours were planted on his firm chest, feeling his calm breaths fill him up and steady his heart beat under your palm.

“I love you Simon..."

Simon smiled fully and pressed your lips on his, letting you feel it, and without moving or anything else he replied against them,

“I love you more.”

[9toji]

MDNI / 18+ only

dilf! nanami who is very skeptical of you at first, worried about the large age gap between you. “aren't you too young to be looking for fun like that?” he asks with a sigh, leaning on the expensive seat he was sitting on, tugging his tie till it was loose.

dilf! nanami who starts of your situationship with a few simple gifts, as per the agreement you two had. a little smirk on his wine-like face, since he aged so so well, much more than you could even imagine.

dilf! nanami who grows attached to you, making you hold on to his arm wherever you two go, saying that it's for safety and that he doesn't want you getting lost, commenting on the huge acres of land that tokyo occupies but it was just so he could have you close.

dilf! nanami who was all for the sexual fun of the deal, suddenly having a moment of nirvana. saying that he could only be squeezed tight by you, like no cunt has ever done before. nanami is in love with it.

dilf! nanami who works on his paperwork while buried into you, tutting whenever you tried to get your own way. “maybe you're forgetting who's nice enough to let you sit on my cock baby, be patient.” the man exclaims, rubbing a shaking hand down your back.

dilf! nanami who swears his love language isn't physical touch, but gets handsy with you everywhere he takes you out, may it be both his hands on your waist, one smoothing hand up and down your thigh, or another hand that rubs against your stomach and up your chest.

dilf! nanami is actually a possessive man, even if he denies it. who wouldn't notice the thin yet expensive choker with the initials N.K engraved on to it or maybe the anklet that had the same markings engraved, or the hickies maybe, that he leaves everytime you two get intimate?

dilf! nanami loves having you twist and turn, his favorite position being mating press. to have your legs barely touching your ears, and your ass curved up so that when he pumps his load with a shivering sigh it dribbles down on to the skin of your hand-print ridden ass.

dilf! nanami who groans and heaves for even a little bit of fresh air because he buries himself into the crook of your neck, close to your mouth so he can look up at your expressions when he fucks you, the sounds was just a bonus that he absolutely loves.

dilf! nanami who rules in aftercare because he doesn't want to treat a pretty lady like dirt, showering you in kisses then eventually a real bubble bath in his home, cuddling you as warm water bathed both your sticky skin.

dilf! nanami who swore that he wasn't going to fall in love but is absolutely taken in by you, making you feel like a special girl wherever and whenever he's with you. kisses and compliments shower you to no end.

dilf! nanami who doesn't settle for a deal like having you for a sugar baby for too long, preferring to call you his girlfriend instead.

[malusokay]

Little things to feel more girly

Buy yourself some cute loungewear, so you feel pretty even when at home. <3

Have a light, signature scent that you can wear all the time!

Make a playlist of songs that make you feel confident, and play it in the background when doing things at home.

Genuine kindness and good thoughts will shine through your face, giving you a loving and welcoming aura.

Having fancy tea parties and overdressing with your friends for fun.

Try exercises that help improve your posture! Especially if you sit for many hours a day, try some yoga or pilates.

Have weekly self-care days, do extended skincare, face mask, take a long bubble bath, and do your hair.

Trim your hair regularly so it stays soft and silky. <3

Buy a big, fluffy scarf to keep you warm in winter!

Write letters to your friends and decorate them with hearts and doodles.

Dress to impress... Yourself!!

Buy clothes that make you feel pretty even if you're just going for a walk, to the grocery store or to sleep. You deserve to feel beautiful.

Make sure to eat balanced meals, so you glow from the inside. :)

Find a make-up routine that works for you and makes you feel beautiful. I'm really liking the heavy blush!!

Surround yourself with pretty things. Buy yourself some flowers, look for adorable decor, print out pictures you like and make your space comfy.

Find a proper morning/night routine that works for you! Little self-care rituals to make you feel better <3

Going for long dreamy walks to clear your head and reconnect with nature.

Look for pretty jewellery when going on trips or vacations, keep them as a reminder of your time there and collect truly meaningful pieces. <3

Find things you love doing in your free time instead of mindlessly scrolling online. Something engaging but also relaxing!

Cuddling up in a big fuzzy blanket, reading a book and listening to soft piano music.

Complement people if you notice something about them that you like, it might make their day!

Keep your lips and hands moisturized.

Don't speak badly of yourself.

Bake cute cookies and decorate them as a surprise for your friends and loved ones.

Say 'I love you' to the moon and stars before going to sleep. <3

As always, Please feel free to add more suggestions in the comments!

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[jaythes1mp]

HI HOW ARE YOU I HOPE YOU’RE WELL!

I loved the way you wrote the Goldfish! Reader one shot I was surprised you wrote it so fast but excited! You could’ve taken your time with writing but it had me giddy when I was reading it!

This idea popped up again in my head from where you said that Conner would have to break the news to Damian about the goldfish reader not being there and it’s a fake fish that looks real similar.

During lunch:

Conner who barley had any classes with Damian that day and only could meet with him during lunch: H hey buddy you know that’s not goldfish! Reader right?

Damian who’s feeding the fish: hmm what do you mean of course it’s them.

Conner who can see the little differences and maybe hear the different heartbeat or something: that’s not them

Damian realizing the differences is like: this is just a common fish?! Who could’ve- *cuts himself off realizing who and growls out* Drake!

*the common goldfish just vibing, liking the tank and food* (^.^)

Wayne Enterprises:

Tim who’s doing paper work for Bruce sneezes out of nowhere: huh wonder who’s talking about me now?

*Tim smiles at reader in goldfish form realizing it’s time to feed me opens the enclosures little lid or something dropping premium pellets in*

Tim: here you go some food! Huh it’s time for lunch for me too.

*goldfish! Reader who had been sleeping on a comfy rock perks up at the sound of fish pellets hitting the water*

Goldfish! Reader!: As much as I hate the fact that I’m like this these some really good freaking premium fish pellets *the words just come out in air bubbles*

*quickly swims to get them and eats the pellets going through the hoop that’s in the tank after that and decides to go to the filter bubbles bored swimming against the mini current letting it push them away having fun and than determined to not get pushed by said current so swims determinedly against it*

Tim watching this taking pictures that he’s definitely gonna print later: Wow look at you go!

ALSO WOW THE BIG GOLDFISH BLEW MY MIND!

Also another scenario Raccoon! Reader sneaking out and determined to get to the trash and is going through it when their picked up by an unamused Alfred who promptly squirts them with a water bottle as he carries them back into the manor taking and scolding them and the reader just chitters and screeches angrily at him but doesn’t attack him because he makes good food.

Raccoon! Reader: *chittering and screeching angrily in Raccoon speak* Alfred it’s in my nature to do this you can’t stop me! The other raccoons are doing it why can’t I?! You’re embarrassing me and ruining my street cred in front of them! *sees the other raccoons nearby and screeches louder chittering more embarrassed and angry* I’m not a cub / kit s not fair! *throughs up paws to cover themselves the face and grabbing their ears*

Alfred tsking carrying them by the scruff: We must take you a bath now and take out that raccoon book bag harness (like a kids child leash book bag thing) during the night! Who would like to have you first during the night to make sure you don’t escape hmm Master Richard or Master Damian? Or Master Bruce?

Raccoon! Reader: *screeches more*

SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK/ SCENARIO! IT JUST WOULDN’T LEAVE MY HEAD!

I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/ NIGHT/ EVENING!!!!💜💚🩵💙❤️🩷💛🩶🖤🧡

⭐️anon

Hey ⭐️! I’m good, how are you?

These are so cute!! I love your little raccoon reader scenario. If they were more lenient yans who know that you’ll come back, then that would definitely happen.

Also, RIGHT??? Goldfish facts are actually crazyy

「SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK/SCENARIO! IT WOULDN’T LEAVE MY HEAD!」 ← anytime dude! I love these💚

Masterlist

[vixialuvs]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ BEING EDGED BY SUNOO ! ⋄ 𓍯

୨୧ pairing . kim sunoo x afab!reader

୨୧ genre . smut

୨୧ cw . dom/sub dynamics, edging, pet names (baby, sweet girl) , oral (f), dom!sun

୨୧ LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED !

your boyfriend is usually very bubbly and sweet around you, he rarely ever gets irritated or annoyed with you because of how darling you are. on days when he is frustrated, you are always by his side to help calm him down in any way he wants.

today is one of those days. his entire day went wrong, starting off from the fact that when he woke up he had a small, minuscule pimple on his face, to when he got to the hybe building late all of his members had already started practice without him, and he didn’t even get any time to eat.

when you hear the door to the penthouse slam shut you already know it was a bad day. you can hear his feet padding to the bedroom where you lie in a rush. he throws open the door and you finally see him for the first time that day. he looks disheveled and upset, running a hand through his dark-red hair as he stands in the doorway.

“hi baby,” you say softly, beckoning him over to the bed with you. “bad day i assume?”

he doesn’t even respond with words, just comes over to you and pins you down underneath him. he starts to angrily kiss and suck at your neck, one hand holding your wrists above your head and the other resting on your thigh.

sunoo drinks in all of your sweet noises as you squirm cutely underneath him, like prey. he tugs down at your (his) sweater, trying to take it off you. you oblige and lift your upper body up to help him, since he let go of your wrists to take it off.

he pauses for a second to ask for consent, “is this okay?” and as soon as you nod he immediately makes his way down to his knees on the floor, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your hips. he messily fumbles with your heart-printed boyshorts he loves so much, only to be met face first with your bare cunt.

“no panties, huh? jus’ all ready for me, like a little slut,” he tsks, throwing your thighs over his shoulder as he speaks directly into your pussy, resting his chin on your soft, shaven mound. “my pretty girl.” he leans down again to press a sloppy kiss to your clit, before devouring your pussy like his life depends on it. his kisses become more insistent as he teases your sensitive flesh, while his fingers dance lightly across your folds.

his thumb begins to rub your clit in circles, his touch gentle yet firm as his eyes meet yours. “are you close baby?” he asks so teasingly, you already know what’s going to happen yet you nod vigorously.

sunoo smiles, pleased by your agreement. he continues his teasing touch, his fingers tracing your folds as his thumb delves deeper. he watches you intently, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch.

his tongue flicks out to tease your clit even more, his lips sucking softly on the tiny bud. His fingers continue to stroke your folds, finding just the right rhythm to drive you wild. when he feels your body tense under him, he pulls away, earning a whiney sob out of you.

he scoffs against your pussy, gently slapping it. “shh, baby. brats don’t get what they want.” he rolls his eyes at you as you plead for him to let you cum. instead of that, what he does is flip your position, so now you’re sitting on his face.

he leans in close, inhaling your scent as he teases his tongue against your clit before finally taking it into his mouth. his tongue swirls around your clit, sucking on it gently as his fingers slide inside you. his hand begins to thrust in and out of your hole, his mouth working in tandem. you can feel yourself growing wetter and more sensitive under his skilled ministrations.

sunoo groans against your folds, feeling you growing wetter and more sensitive. his tongue continues to bathe your clit in a warm, slippery sensation as his fingers find your g-spot, pressing firmly against it. “fuck, that’s it baby. ride my face like that. maybe ill let you cum, hm?”

“mmm... your little pussy looks so good like this. so delicate and pretty.” he growls against your cunt, licking and sucking at your folds. your whines grow louder and louder and you start to tug on his hair, which lets him know you’re about to cum.

“please sunny.. i wanna cum.. please let me cum..”

you whimper out loudly, starting to grind your hips faster on his fade. he shushes you once more, but gives in to you as you cum all over his face, your body practically falling over. your form quivers on the bed from the extreme orgasm, and he grabs your soft body and pulls you against him, rubbing your clit through it to help you ride out your high.

“that’s it baby, shh, i’ve got you pretty..” is the last thing you hear before you blank out, falling asleep almost immediately.

@vixialuvs ‘24 . likes and reblogs are appreciated ! thank you for reading .

[deepestdelulu]

Little things to feel softer

Being kind to mean people

Teas with honey and sleeping early

A fun collection of cute mugs from little antique stores

Pearls and dainty jewellery

Buying flowers for yourself or a loved one, not just on special occasions.

being kind just because you want to, with no hidden motives, just genuine kindness

Reading and writing poetry

Self-care nights and long bubble baths

Going to the farmer's market to buy fresh fruits

No phone in the morning

Paying attention to the little things: changing seasons, moon phases, blooming flowers, etc...

Calm hobbies like painting, knitting, reading, baking

Matcha and tea over coffee

Being kind to stray animals and befriending them

Sending handwritten letters to your friends

Try cooking from scratch, make some jam, maybe attempt a sourdough... (nara smith my queen)

Flower prints and sundresses

Lacy tops and light colours

Taking time to appreciate art, listen to music, visit museums and art exhibitions, go to concerts, the theatre, cinema, etc..

Wearing only natural fabrics

Vanilla scented EVERYTHING

not sure how I feel about the title, but this all leans into the "softer/calmer life" thing; you guys get me lol. <3

As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions and tips in the comments!! ♡

love ya ･:*₊‧౨ৎ

[puckinghischier]

https://www.tumblr.com/puckinghischier/761817450643849216/can-someone-please-just-send-me-lil-thoughts-n?source=share

im thinking about soft and playful intimacy with our nico!

showering together (not in a sexual way but in the way where you have bubble baths and shampoo each other's hair)

doing skincare together (he doesn't have his own routine, quite literally having just a type of 23-in-1 face wash thing, but he lets you put your products on him and does face sheets with you (he loves the ones with animals printed as the face design))

shaving together (well, it's just you shaving his beard because "if it really has to go, let me be the one to put it to rest" and "schatz you're being so funny, it'll grow back" and then "stop talking im actually going to cry because of this")

drawing on each other's skin (just silly little doodles on each other's palms or forearms!! he's really thinking of saving one and having it permanently tattooed but he's not sure which one)

putting makeup on each other (because "if you want to practice your eyeshadow look on me, i get to do one on you too" and then "is that your way of saying you want me to sit on your lap for like seven hours?" and then "i dont take seven hours *then he gets pouty*")

resting a hand on each other or giving each other a squeeze when you pass by but you're off to talk to different people (a squeeze on the forearm or at the small of the back is enough to acknowledge each other's presence)

okay i’m really stuck on the tattoo one because when he comes home after a long stretch of road games and you don’t want to be apart from him any more than you just were, so you join him for the aforementioned silly shower, but in the middle you notice the new smudge of ink on the under side of his forearm

when you question him about it he’s all casual about it, just shrugging and being like “i really liked the heart you drew, so i decided to get it tattooed” and then goes back to giving you a soap mohawk without another word as if he didn’t just cause your heart to explode in your chest bc he decided to get something you drew on him while you were both wine drunk and silly with boredom tattooed on his body forever, simply because you drew it on him

[3rachaslut]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about Felix being all cute and soft during the day but then the opposite during the night? basically sub in the streets dom in the sheets Lix :>

a/n: thinking about day and night felix has my mind in SHAMBLES GDAFWV

felix x gender neutral reader

warning: fluff and and SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!! pet names, choking, slapping, gagging, crying, spitting in mouth, marking. i think that’s it

day

tickles up and down your thigh in front of the members just so they know that you're all his.

writes you little letters for after he leaves the house each morning because he doesn't want to wake his angel up from their sleep. "Good morning my love, i hope you have a great day! I've headed to work but i will text you as much as i can. See you tonight darling. I love you"

sings you to sleep each night and rub your head until you fall asleep, kissing your forehead softly to not wake you.

runs a bath for you both with so many bubbles and would definitely blow bubbles all over you. you would both be laughing until the water turns cold "You look like a cute santa with a bubble beard" *cute laugh*

bakes for you when you've had a bad day and you two spend the nigh cuddling and watching your favourite series.

idc what anyone says- felix loves eskimo kisses so much!!

indoor picnics when its raining with your favourite playlist on, the sound of rain bouncing on the windows as he feeds you brownies aww.

would laugh and tease the members for even looking at you "I know they're beautiful but get your own partner, they're MINE!"

compliments you every! single! time! he sees you no matter what you're wearing "lix, you've seen me in this outfit before love" "you must just be getting prettier and prettier then"

sends you the cutest pictures of him looking sad and captions them "I MISS YOU :("

night

shoves your head so far down on his cock that you're gagging on it, blow bubbles around his dick and heaving "Such a good slut for me aren't you?"

yanks your hair each time you moan as he kisses and bites up and down your neck, leaving marks all over you.

grabs your throat so tight as he shoves his dick into you so slowly. you'd be begging so so much for him to just fuck you and he'd tell you to shut the fuck up- "Patient sluts get rewarded so stop being so desperate and i'll give you what you fucking want"

spanks your ass so hard as he's drilling into you until you're crying and begging him to go slower so you can adjust. "I thought this is what you wanted baby hm? Stop being so fucking ungrateful"

leaves finger print marks all over you to claim you as his own omg

spits in your mouth. and demands you to swallow it, slapping you once you comply.

bends you over the edge of the bed so you are facing the mirror in your shared room and yanks your hair back, forcing you to look at yourself. "Look at yourself or I stop"

DEGRADES YOU SO MUCH OMG (just thinking about it makes me wet)

makes you beg for him to cum inside you like a cum slut "say it baby.. say 'please felix, breed me' "

grabs your neck and forces you to look into his eyes as you cum around his cock.