#chanel pillow

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[olesvkasims]

luxury items

chanel peonies | ysl purse | hermes pillow gucci dionysus bag | cartier gitf set | chanel urban spirit backpack hermes blanket | ferrari 250GT california 1957 | bust of Hadrian recumbent lion | sofa | mercedes-benz G63 AMG

massive thank you to the cc creators ♡ 

SIMTEREST ✾

[fairypoop]

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

i had to sleep in the worst position last night because both my cats that i’m like a parent to wanted to sleep with me but they HATE each other so i had to put my body in between them

[champagnemamistore]

Chanel & Champagne Square Pillow 🥂✨

[dinahjane97]

Living Room New York Living room - mid-sized transitional formal and enclosed light wood floor living room idea with brown walls, no fireplace and no tv

[starkeyisthelastname]

Dilf/Husband!Rafe who could spend hours between your thighs 👅🍍 (thank you to my babe @rafesthroatbaby for being my muse for this!)

He may have been in his thirties, but he didn’t shy away when it came to eating pussy. When he did eat you out, he took his time and didn’t want any interruptions. He’d make sure the kids were gone, leaving the house empty so that you could moan as loud as you wanted while he made you feel good. He’d spend all day spoiling you, new Chanel still in its box, full set fresh, a beautiful dinner out on the water. He gave you the best because you deserved it. He certainly wasn’t easy to put up with and you were such a goddamn good mom, an amazing wife, and he loved to give you everything he possibly could.

He’d make sure you were comfortable, admiring your curves as you laid naked on the plush mattress. He’d settle between your thighs, spreading you open as he looked at the gorgeous view of your cunt right in front of him. “Such a beautiful fucking pussy.” He mumbled, his blue eyes then glancing up at you. It was a look that always sent a shiver down your spine and made your stomach flutter.

As soon as his tongue got his first taste of the night he was devouring you whole or at least that’s what it felt like. His striking cerulean eyes never left yours as he watched you come undone from his skillful mouth. Your expensive manicure would dig into his soft hair, holding him still as he sucked greedily on your aching clit. His deep groans vibrated against your soaked core, your sweet taste leaking onto his tongue non stop.

“R-rafe baby… shit…” You moaned loudly, curling your pretty toes against his muscled back. The way he ate pussy was a gift, and was all for you to have. His nose rubbed perfectly against your clit as he buried his tongue inside you, making you cry out beautifully.

Your lower stomach was on fire, your breath catching in your throat as you felt your orgasm starting to approach quickly. He let out a breathless laugh, tongue coming out to lick at your swollen pearl before sucking it into his mouth again. “Cum all over my fucking tongue baby. You know how I love that sweet shit.” He spoke low between taking sweet nips at your clit.

You threw your head back against the fluffy pillows, squeezing your thighs together as you cried out his name through an intense orgasm. He was quick to make you remember who was still in charge here and yanked them back open. “Keep your fuckin’ legs open, you know better when I’m trying to taste you.” He told you firmly, before the sound of his mouth taking a thirsty gulp made your head spin all over again.

[zinaarts]

Living Room New York Living room - mid-sized transitional formal and enclosed light wood floor living room idea with brown walls, no fireplace and no tv

[ullyania-blog]

Blue aesthetic decor🫐

paper bag & earrings || books || blueberries ||

flowers || pillows (1) (2) || jeans ||

chanel bag || coffee || polaroid book ||

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon is the type of husband that, when you watch your silly little tv shows, let it be something like a documentary on Rhinos on Documentary Chanel or just some murder documentary about serial killers in the 17th century or even worse, reality tv like Keeping up with the Kardashians, he says he’s not interested in watching them with you.

But like everyone else, he finds excuses to walk into the living room where you are sitting, in the winter mostly underneath a million blankets, and stands in the doorway. He watches whatever is running on the tv from the corner of his eyes, asking whatever he had on his mind before leaving again.

Minutes later he returns, now a step deeper into the living room, but not close enough to sit on the couch and accept that whatever is running on the tv is not boring but rather exciting. You lose interest in your show because watching Simon try to be subtle is the best evening filling entertainment you could ask for.

Next he leans onto the back of the old grandfather chair he had restored, his hands clasped together, looking at the tv, asking what happened previously or who was the person on the screen. You always answer and offer him a place at your side to watch the show or documentary together which he immediately denies and scurries out of the living room to get back to what he was doing beforehand.

At some point Simon realizes that the stupid tv show is actually pretty good and begrudgingly he sits down next to you on the couch, wordlessly you usually hand him the bowl with popcorn which he takes just as wordlessly and sinks into the pillows, kicking his feet up onto the small tv table and watches the tv.

Not that you weren’t the same when his shows comes on, you too always pretend to not be interested when he watches his cooking shows, instead trying to get the laundry done but by the time the host of said cooking show announces the winner of todays round, the laundry is forgotten and you two are arguing about who you would have chosen as the winner.

Only to decide that you two would have been the true winner because the last time you and Simon cooked together the neighbors had to call the fire department since your kitchen burned down and Simon wasn’t fast enough to extinguish the flames fast enough.

[leclerckiss]

lipstick stains.

notes: charles leclerc x f!reader, est. relationship, fluff, aftercare themes, suggestive content & mention of sex.

a/n: this is short & i wrote it in like five minutes. enjoy </3

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Mussed bed sheets of white linen, forgotten clothes about the dark-oak parquet flooring, against the evidence of intimacy as the evening light glitters beyond the glass panes and over Monaco.

His discarded shirt collar is littered in smears of Chanel Rouge Noir lipstick, just like the crumpled pillows.

Fingertips ghost over the notches of your vertebrae, paving the naked skin there like silent 'I love you's and sweet nothings previously whispered in the shell of your ear during the throes of passion, and the mattress shifts when Charles draws closer, touching your jawbone now instead to tilt your bleary gaze to his own.

"Ça va, princesse?" Charles inquires lowly, his accent like a love song you are addicted to each night and morning as he noses the juncture where the sensitivity of your throat and shoulder meet, the scent of sweet almond and cherry liquor a remaining perfume there.

Nodding wordlessly, you draw inward to follow the familiarity of his warmth when hands entwine vaguely beside the plush cushioning near your skull and mouths meet. Je t’aime.

He tastes like the wine you shared at dinner and your essence combined, tongues lazily drawing together, before he moves away again with the soft, wet smack of lips and a trail of saliva.

It is calmer now, the edge of his nose teasing along the outer shell of your ear before teeth idly drag on the lobe – teasingly – and a faint sound is elicited past the back of your throat.

"We need a bath," The Monégasque continues with a sigh in some half-mumbled musing, the tips of his fingers feather-light along the sides of your ribs when he smiles indulgently and mouths your jaw, "Want me to carry you, darling?"

You giggle with the subtle rasp of his facial hair against your skin, breathing in the allure of his cologne until you shift to lie over his body, your chin contently resting at his collarbone, gazing from under long lashes. Your ankles lock together once more. "In a minute."

a/n: i actually wrote this months ago & just edited it a little. utter bs honestly.

[fleurseoul]

enhypen moodboard #2 - vampire ver

heeseung 💋

vampire!heeseung who can’t help but take a bite out of you when eating you out in his dorm. he’d purposefully tease you by licking a stripe up your thigh and start sucking blood from your leg while two or even three of his fingers pump your soaked cunt.

vampire!heeseeung who sneaks into your room at night and sucks blood anywhere he can. you’d wake up to find him devouring your pussy and puncture marks everywhere on your skin.

vampire!heeseung who thinks you taste like candy and compares the taste by sucking you dry. he’d bite into your shoulder once, suck some blood, then get out different candies to find out which one you taste like the most so that he doesn’t have to keep drinking your ethereal blood.

jongseong 🩸

vampire!jay who doesn’t care whether you’re in public or not, if he wants to drink, he’ll drink. you’d be at chanel or dior and all of a sudden, he’ll start acting very needy and touchy. next thing you know he’s sucking you like there’s no tomorrow in the backseat of his car.

vampire!jay who likes to take it slow when fucking you. he likes seeing you whine and beg him to go faster. whenever you complain, he bites your neck and sucks some of your blood to make you nauseous and it really shut you up sometimes. in the end, he’ll still fuck you dumb after you quiet down.

vampire!jay who tries to substitute your blood for your cum. it’s hard, though, because he drinks some of your blood everyday. jay begs you to sit on his face daily because he thinks the taste of your cum is like creamy vanilla ice cream. when you finally give in, he’ll eat you out like a starved man, praying you’d have more than one orgasm. this way, you don’t get your blood drawn out by his fangs.

jaeyun 🌹

vampire!jake who gets energy off your blood. before a show, he’ll have you pinned up against a wall, giving you lovebites on your neck and collarbone. once he’s done with that he’ll slowly and tortuously start going over the hickeys and sucking blood from every. single. one. he won’t stop until it looked like an octopus tried hugging you.

vampire!jake who gets off by pictures of you wearing small lingerie in red-, his favorite color. he’d jerk off for hours, biting his lip so hard that he draws blood from himself. the moment you come to his dorm, he’ll already be nude, just in his boxers with a bulge sticking out of it. he’ll spend the entire night knocking you up trying to make you forget his own name.

vampire!jake who has a high sex drive in the middle of the night. he’d dry hump his pillow, thinking it’s you and cum all over it. by the time you come over, he’d probably already had at least two orgasms just from the thought of you. he’d suck you dry as punishment because you took too long to get there. 🤕

a/n :: debating whether to make a part two with sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon.

[br4tphobia]

mothers day . ♱ connie springer

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + Wc : 2,9k, Plug bby daddy! Connie x fem! reader, written with black woman in mind, idccc connie tanned !!!, connie being a sweet heart 🥹, connie callin the reader hella petnames, snuck in a lil bit of headcannons here n there!! , uses of baby, ma, mama and more, connie sneakin ina lil jokey joke, you/your pronouns used ! (not proofread, forgive me if u see any spelling mistakes.) NS4W + sex w/ some plot, passionate sex, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, oral (r receiving), breeding kink (ig .), fingering (r receiving) marking, missionary, pussy whipped connie !!, creampie and slight overstimulation .

✧˖*° vals note + this was lowkey ass n short (all of my work is) but hey ,, js a lil sumn thats late for mothers day, love everything yall do for yall children !!

its mothers day. the day where mothers are appreciated by children for what their mothers have did for them. you and connie have been dating for a while, only have one child, ava. life is perfect as it is and you wouldnt trade anything for it .

“boy what are you planninggg !”

your glossy lips pout dramatically, a blindfold covering your eyes and he guides you by your waist. “jus’ know its for you.” you suck your teeth, “well duh .. since you plannin all this shit, where ava?” “dont worry about allat, she with mikasa.” a exaggerated sigh fell from your lips, eager to see what ever hes gonna show you. “bae you scarin me ..” he leaves a reassuring grip on your waist and plants a kiss on your neck. “nothin to be scared about, now watch yo step. we going up the stairs .” “cant watch my step if im blind folded ~” “exactly why im here.” you cant help but feel yourself warm all over, his hands cupping around your waist, smooth tone of his voice, his audible accent.

when you both make it up the stairs which seems like forever, he removes one hand off your waist to open the door, “keep the blind fold on til i say you can take it off .” a small “ok..” leaves past your tongue, you fidget with your fingers nervously — connie doesnt do surprises like that ; but when he did, it was scary. “igh..take it off.” “papi, can you do it.. im nervous.” a small chuckle erupts from his chest, undoing the tie behind your head — before taking it off “ready, ma?” he questions you. you nod your head as a yes quickly, the darkness covering your vision fades away ; the blind fold dropped. your eyes adjust to the dim light in the room, “happy mothers day.” your eyes immediately widen along with a gasp. rose petals along the floor leading to the bed traced into a heart with red ballons reaching the ceiling with pictures of you, connie and ava hanging at the end. designer bags sitting infront of the pillows. such as Chanel, Louis vuitton and prada.

your eyes swell up at the scene. “you didnt..” holding your head up, trying to prevent those tears that’s threatening to fall. he pulls you into a hug, “i did. i love you and appreciate you for everything you did for this family.” whispering in your ear while he rubs circles on your back. “i-i love you too..thank you.” “save those tears mama, lets see yo gifts.” he grabs your arm and leads you to the bed. he watches you intensely as you smile from joy at the gifts, thats all he wants. to see you happy in life. “con..! i swear you’re too good to me!” your pretty face beaming, holding up the beautiful louis vuitton bag. tracing over the LV monogram logo ever so lightly. “you like it mama?” “i love it, baby, thank you. so so much !” his polished whites shine in your face from your response.

laying with him close after opening your gifts you catch him staring at you, the longer he looked at you, the more he fell in love. hell, even if you both are screaming at each other out of anger. “you ok..?” — “you're so pretty.” he's so confident in what he says you hate it, it always folds you. he's not afraid of thinking he's doing too much for you, flat out treating you like a princess more than he does his baby girl. he grabs your chin before your could respond and presses his lips against yours, you kiss back. your hand snaking up his neck, scratching his nape lightly with your solid baby pink nails. he tilts his head to the side to get more access to your lips, his tongue going past your teeth, tongues swirling around whilst he holds you still with his hand on your neck. lifting you up a bit to help you onto his lap. he groaned into your mouth as he pulled you on top of him, straddling his body. your tongues ran over each other so passionately, pulling away every other second to catch your breath.

he utters sweet compliments between every clash of lips, he always knows what to say to you. your plush thighs sit on his with your back arched, the kiss only getting deeper, his hands slid down to your hips and rocked them back and forth. you feel his hard on bump on your clothed clit causing you to moan, gaining the muscle memory of grinding ontop of him, you pull away from the kiss at the pleasure. “jus’ like that mama..” soft groans were shared through the room together from both mouths. til the point where he was leaking in his own pants he turns you in your back, swiftly scooting down to your thighs. he gave you a look of consent, you nod slightly, lowering the band of your shorts that you’ve been teasing connie with all day. his veiny hands pull both your shorts and underwear down in a swift motion.

you let out a light gasp at the cold air mixing with your hot core, you push your thighs together from the cold. “aht aht.. lemme see that pussy, keep those legs open ma..” his hand slid in-between your thigh and part them together. he licked his lips before diving in. he spat down on your core, slurping it up almost instantly. he runs his tongue over your folds, his nose bumping your clit — sending a shock wave to your pit of your stomach. “mm..con..” honey sweet moan fills his ears, your hand resting on his head whilst yours grip the sheets. placing sloppy kisses on your pussy, this man was eating you out like it was his very last meal of his life. slurping, smacking, and gulping down your slick, he knows he can eat pussy and tales advantage of it. “fuck..i love the way you eat this pussy papi..” your voice is breathy, more moans are formed and exhaled out of your mouth.

you rut your hips against his face, your juices running down his face dripping onto the silk sheets. you love seeing connie like this — hungry for you. the way he groans into your pussy at your taste, having his own make out session with your folds ; tongue fucking you ever so deliciously. "im gonna cum baby.." you roll your head back, waiting for your orgasm. every lick and plunge from his tongue brings you closer to the edge – god, you haven’t felt like this for while since ava was born. Everything starts to feel tingly and intense, he was desperate for you. “cmon.. make a mess on my face, mama.” Muttered through his messy mouth full of your arousal, you see white spots as soon as the pit in your stomach boils over. “mm shit babyy!” clawing at his dyed hair, shaking legs, broken moans, all that just by his mouth.

he made sure not to let a drop spill after pulling away, he charmingly smiles against your cum stained thighs, giving them a peck. “still with me, mama?” “ yea..” your voice is breathy, and rasp. Recovering from you recent orgasm, “ight, lift your arms .” his hands curve to your back as you do as he says. The shirt going over your head and dropping them back to your sides. “can I” he looks you dead, then trailing down to your laced bralette, hinting to take it off . “mhm” is your immediate response, feeling his slim tattooed fingers clip your bra of your chest. your nipples harden to the exposed surface of the air, “you gon lemme suck em ?” he raises a eyebrow, his tone teasing. you smile at his idiotic comment “oh my god.. yes…” connie hums at your quiet response, “yes, con. you can.” not even processing your answer he latches his mouth on your nipple like hes some type of leech. the warm wetness of his mouth soaking your nipple, whilst his other hand massages the other one — you let out quiet whines as hes twisting and pinching on it.

“imma prep you, ok, pretty?” hes slightly inaudible but you can still understand. he sliding his hand down your bare body, curving down to your inner thigh. connie collects the leftover slick and slides his lubricated digits into you. your walls immediately pulse around him index and ring, his thumb reaching to rub your clit. “oh my god..” shallow breathes escape, his long fingers massage the inside of your pussy, scissoring, pumping and curling against ; hitting all the rights spots. “just like that baby, oh fuck..” once he feels like hes gave that boob enough attention he switches, his mouth latching on your right one. you find yourself grinding on his fingers, the pleasure too much where you have to push your sticky thighs together, your nipple leaves his mouth with a ‘pop !’

“what i tell you ?” his tone hinted a warning , “to k-keep my legs open..”

“then do it, todays all about you. so let me make you feel good.”

he continues his actions with his fingers, simultaneously reaching up to give you a kiss. “think — you can ,, take me?” he’d push his fingers out through the kisses as you keep coming back for more, “yes, i need you so bad..” “dont say that, imma nut in my pants, mama” he rolls his eyes in resemblance of you. “boy pleasee” he gives you another smile before pulling his sweat pants down, you stop him. tugging on his shirt “take it off firstt” “ight ight,,” his shirt lifts over his head and thrown unknowingly in the room — his tanned abs on full display for you, god knew what he was doing when creating him cause lord.. hes so fine. “now ,, can i fuck you?” “of course.” he lowers the waistband to his thighs along with his PSD boxers. his tip slaps against his toned stomach with ongoing beads of precum oozing out the pretty brownish pink slit of his tip.

“ready, ma?” he says with a few strokes with his then — then sliding his girth through your folds. nodding another yes, he slides in. the wetness of your pussy squelches as he slids in, pretty tanned cock disappearing into your heat. “shit..” you head rolls back, eyes brows furrowing at the small stretch. “i know, ma..but you can take it..i know it.” his comforting words ease the pain, with his hand stroking your face. within a few moments he pulls out til the tip is only left inside you. “you think you can take me?” “yea..” “tell me if its too much.” whispering low, but loud enough for you to hear. he’d raise your leg on his shoulder and push back into you, sliding in and back out. making sure his rhythm wasn’t too slow or fast — from watching your facial expressions and body language, he kept his pace,

"mm.. fuck.." moaning softly, he could listen to your sounds every morning, evening, and night. "thats it mama.. " he lowers his head to the level of your neck, nibble and sucking on your bare skin. visible bite marks and hickeys grew one by one, connie loves marking you. he wants to know youre his, he loves you and wants to be there for you at all times. even when you both are on bad terms. the way his shaft disappears into every-time he rocks back into you. pushing out moans more and more, “look at you.. takin this dick so pretty..” he groaned at the feeling of your getting wetter at his choice of words. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him inches closer than what he already was to collide his lips with yours. tongues tangling beautifully together, moans, groans , and whimpers where the only thing shared along the soft skin clapping.

pulling away from his intoxicating lips, to catch your breath. he moves back down to your hickey, covered neck to add more. whispering how good it is against your neck “fuckk i miss this pussy..” — “got me wantin to nut already..” “mm..” whimpering as he brushes his tip against your cervix again. he angles his hips at certain directions to find your spot, watching your body language once again. His finger tips grazing over your beautiful curves while thrusting into you so sensually as hes laying kisses on your neck. "fuck papi.. faster.." your body squirms at neediness, just for him to obey your request — snapping his hips quicker then before, not too fast nor slow, hed do anything just to make sure you were pleased, in and out of bed! he loves you too much to leave you unsatisfied. “mm shitt !” you breath hitches on how deep he got, bumping places inside you that you couldnt reach with your own fingers, he watches your boobs bounce at the rhythm of his strokes as you grip on once tightly, those plump lips slightly agape to release moans, the crease between your hips and thighs from having your legs on his shoulders.

another moan came from you lips, the volume of them getting louder as he hits your g spot. “right here, ma?” he softly puts his hand over the small bulge re-appearing every other thrust, “y—yes! don’t stop baby.. fuck im g’na cum..” oh, he most definetily wont stop. your back arches from the pleasure, scratching on Connie’s back for some type of stability, leaving scratch marks he would definitely admire in the morning. “cum, mama. nut on this dick.” more thrusts, clit stroking, and groping away from your second orgasm. connie loves how whiney you get before you cum, your high pitched moans and whimpers is the most euphoric thing to hear from you, letting him know that you feel good. “baby..baby im cu—" cut off by a silent moan, his strokes get deeper then — what you thought — he possibly could get. gushing over his length, a white ring forming on it.

"fuuck.." he slows down to prevent himself from cumming too soon, but still allowing you to ride out your orgasm. your voice is quiet mumbling "oh baby"s, your pretty face relaxed with your lips shaped into an O. "feels so.. — fuckin good.." his voice is pitched, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, still continuing his intoxicating thrust which feels like light shocks from being overstimulated. he looks down to admire your facial features, he cant get enough of you, not even if he tried. "you like that? this dick fuckin you deep?" his voice is slightly hoarse, "yesyes mmhpp" you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your sounds, not wanting to get louder. "let me hear you." , he grabs your hand and places it your tummy buldge.

"i-im sorry... ohmygodd.. you fuckin me so good, papi.." your wet sounds from your previous orgasms leaving his lower stomcach sticky. "shit..gonna cum mama.." cant help but feel embarassed from being close too soon, but you dont care. you also want him to feel as good as you do. "fill t-this pussy up.." his cock twitching inside your silk walls, “yeah? tell me how much you want it.” thats one thing he loves, seeing you plead for anything from him, probably one of his biggest turn-ons. “so bad baby.. mhpp! make me a mom of two..” Thats all connie hears, two. "thats what i like to hear, mama.." his pace picks up, "s-shit baby..fuck im cumming.."

his breathing quickens before he lets out a drawn out groan of your name followed by a few other thrusts. letting out whimpers at his thick seed sitting inside you before dripping onto the sheets. soon he pulled out, watching in awe whilst trying to catch his breath. "jus’ wait til fathers day. imma make it up to you." refering to everything hes did for you today, "lookin forward to it, catch yo breath. i ain done." "wha..?" "you head me, imma make sure you a mother of two."

theemrsjaeger 2023 © do not plagiarize, copy, or repost anything I post. 🩶

[daisycoloredsims]

CC FINDS - model's tribeca apartment knit blanket - gucci pillow - candlestick (1)(2)(3) - sunglasses - trinket tray - chanel coffee table book - hanging hat - vase w/ foliage - dior mini lady bag - cigarette case - marlboro reds - ash tray - bracelet - hand creme - dresser - coat - decorative hanger - sunglass tray - sewing kit - heels - ipad - three sided screen - clock - jewelry tray - sunglasses - chanel coco balm - candle - rattan mirror - karl lagerfeld statue as always, however you acquire cc for your game is your own business ♡ ty creators! ♡ @sims-kkb @sundays-sims @cowbuild @bergdorfverse @lalalanayo @pinkbox-anye @meinkatz @bambi-sims-blog

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Jason Todd x Reader

Title: Bad Kisser

Character(s): Jason Todd and female reader

Warnings: None. Mentions of semi smut. Not even close enough to be smut.

Prompt used is in bold and credit goes to: @asassydork

Jason was sprawled out on the couch at Wayne Manor, when you walked in and tossed your purse on the couch. “Dick’s not here you’ll have to come back later.” He said as he flipped through the TV channels.

It didn’t stop you from sitting on the couch opposite of him. Jason looked over at you, and you were wearing a black (thigh length) dress with spaghetti straps. Red heels were on your feet, and boy did your thighs look soft. If he just angled himself just right, he could see right up your dress.

After you caught onto what he was doing, you quickly crossed your legs. Jason laughed, "Don't flatter yourself, Princess. It's not like I haven't seen it before."

You glared at him, "Shut up Jason. Wait- when have you seen me-"

"Never mind that. Why are you dressed like that? Are you and Dick a thing now?" he asked, and you shook your head.

"No. And for your information, I had a date." You said as you sunk further back into the couch.

“Didn’t go well?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders. “Is it shallow of me to say he was a bad kisser, Jay?” You genuinely asked, and he looked over at you.

The remote control was up against his lips and he chose his words carefully. “Yes.”

His words infuriated you and you grabbed a throw pillow and threw it at him. “You’re such an ass!” You shouted and Jason got up off the couch with the pillow in hand.

He began hitting you with the pillow (not hard enough to hurt you), and you tried to fight back. “Stop…. It!” You shouted between laughs. Now you were lying on your back, trying to block his hits.

You snatched the pillow out of his hands and he toppled on top of you. Instantly, you started tickling his sides, and he began laughing. “Stop! Haha- I can’t breathe!”

After you had stopped, he tried to catch his breath. His dark brown eyes were now focused on you and his smile faded away. Until now, you didn’t realize how soft Jason’s lips looked— nor did you realize how good he smelled. He smelled faintly of musk and vanilla, with a hint of cigarettes.

Your Chanel No. 5 perfume began to mix with the cigarette smell to the point it became sexily intoxicating. Jason’s eyes were now on your lips, and he couldn’t help but to slowly kiss them. His lips moved slowly against yours, sucking, and biting your lower lip.

A moan escaped past your red lips, and he smiled during the kiss. But he couldn’t find it in him to stop, so he kept going until you pulled away to catch your breath.

“Jason— we shouldn’t be doing this.” You whispered and he brought your hands above your head. He pressed kisses from your neck up to your jaw line.

“We both want this. We’ve both wanted this for a long time. Really, it was inevitable.” He whispered into your neck. His breath tickled your ear, turning you on even more.

His finger tips traced along your collar bone, and slowly started to pull down the thin strap of your dress. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered into your ear, causing you to shiver.

But the sound of the front door opening made you sit up, making your head collide with Jason.

“Ouch!”

“Shit!” The two of you exclaimed as Dick stopped dead in his tracks.

He looked at your disheveled appearance and your smeared lipstick. Dick motioned between the two of you. “I.. I don’t even want to know.”

Dick left the room quickly, and Jason’s attention was back on you. “Want to go out on a date tonight?” He asked and you smiled.

“Well it definitely can’t be as a bad as the last one.” You said, and Jason’s lips were back on yours.

“Is it shallow of me to ask if I’m a bad kisser?” He asked and you laughed. “You’re far from a bad kisser, Todd. How long have you wanted this?” You asked and his hand rested on your thigh.

“A really….” He pressed a kiss to your chin. “Really.” He kiss your jawline. “Really.” And then his lips moved slowly against yours. “Long time.”

You had always had a crush on Jason. Who wouldn’t? He was handsome. He was sexy. And he would protect anything or anyone that was his, and that gave him extra points. After that, it was like you were marked. You were his and only his, and anyone who tried to hurt you, might as well have signed their own death sentence.

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Another short one, and I hope you enjoyed it! I’m kind of on a Jason kick. 👀

[14dayswithyou]

very random but I recently bought a perfume and it somehow reminded me of Ren

it's the Golden Pear & Brown Sugar Fragrance Mist from Bath & Body Works (not an advertisement lol) — it smells insanely like actual Brown Sugar. Like no joke, I was convinced that it was just liquidized sugar until I tried tasting it (yes I'm dumb like that ik)

I feel like Ren would wear this or at least, at some point considered wearing it, especially if darling loves the scent of pastry and cafes

cotton candy is a sweet scent and all, BUT HIM SMELLING LIKE LITERAL SUGAR WOULD MAKE ME WANT TO USE HIM AS A SCENTED CINNAMON ROLL PILLOW TO BRING WITH ME AT ALL TIMES (and I would probably nom nom at him during random times of the day)

✦゜ANSWERED: Ooh!! I can definitely see that! Ren does seem like the kind of person who'd smell like sugar >:3c And you're right, he would wear something that Angel prefers!!

Personally, Ren gives me clean gir/clean boy vibes! Like... he already frequently washes his clothes, maintains a neat appearance, and has flawless skin (or... at least, not including his arms); so that somehow correlates to the smell of fresh linen, mint, citrus, and something soapy in my brain lmao

If you wanna be more literal, I once smelled "Bleu de Chanel" in a store and immediately thought of Ren ;v; The cologne is suuuper expensive, though — and I don't think it's something Haruko would hypothetically buy/wear — so I don't think Ren would use it either. But it's the vibe I'd like to bring into the studio!! /silly

Similarly, The Cherry Blossom set from Bath and Bodyworks is what I think Ren's aesthetic would smell like!! Either that... or cotton candy lol