#valentines aesthetic

[dreaded-behemoth]

I made this for my valentine

[atompalace-official]

Sweetheart Sylveon 🌈💌🎀✨ Happy Valentine’s Day!!! 🩵💕

[leahgardner-art]

send this to someone you love 💌🐦

[baggy-holmes]

[jellycatstuffies]

Valentines Jellycats 2025 (available 2nd of January on jellycat.com)

(Hugg Mc Snugg, Amuseable Beatie Heart, Amuseables Val & Tina Love Locks, Amuseable Cheri Cake, Munro Scottie Dog "Love You", Kerii Cactus, Bartholomew Bear "Heartthrob" and Amuseable Rose Bouquet)

[b1ackberry]

[meo-eiru]

❤️Happy Valentines Day❤️

Today you received a picture from a special photoshoot, it seems it's from a man who exists to charm you with his beauty. Which gift are you most exited for?

[dreamingofnextseason]

[sugarlover1225]

Noelle but she’s Cupid!!

I only really did this because she’s said to be an angel αnd Cupid has angel wings, it fits her!

(Idk why I coloured her hair ginger ignore that)

Sprite i mαde for her !! ^^

[teddys-draft]

A love language ✨

[chickenwaffles17]

Sonic Valentine's Day Cards (the Knuckles one is a tad suggestive and the Eggman one has some swearing sorry)

Please like or reblog if you save! Please :)

[atompalace-official]

mwah! I kis u 💋💕💕💕

[snazzy-sun]

Happy Valentines Day💕

[cutiecusp]

Be mine, valentine?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

tw. established relationship, fluff, Simon not understanding Valentines, a kiss or two.

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"Wha' dya mean i have to ask?" Simon asks Gaz blankly. They were picking up dinner for the group when he saw Gaz look at the valentines day stock, a sea of pinks and reds. Soap making his way over to the cards and gift wrap, a smirk on his face.

Gaz laughs, picking up a plushie putting it in the trolley, before making his way through the candles.

"You have to ask her to be your valentine, Ghost. Just because you are together, it doesn't mean-"

"Aye, means anyone could ask her..." Soap returns, card in hand.

"Even me, think she likes candles?" Gaz murmured, a little loudly for Ghost to get the point.

"She's my girlfriend, Gaz, think she would know she's my woman." Ghost grumbles, but starts thinking about your favourite treats, looking over at the stand.

"Why do you have so much stuff? You only have your birdie at home." Ghost eyes Gaz's stash.

"Well there's my wife, my mum, my sisters..." He continues, picking out matching baskets, before raising an eyebrow.

"Wait, you've never done valentines before?"

Ghost shrugs.

"Got her flowers before."

Soap laughs, a booming laugh that startles the other shoppers.

"From the garage, Gaz. The garage."

Gaz joins in on the laughter, before grabbing a basket and thrusting it in Ghosts hands.

"Get her things you know she would like, candles, snacks, chocolates, and for the love of god, WRITE IN THE DAMN CARD." He advises, a smile still on his face.

"Might add another basket to my trolley, show your woman some love." Gaz teases, ignoring the glare from the masked man.

A few days later, Ghost surprises you with a little basket, filled with your favourite treats, a jumper you had been eyeing up, a skeleton plush, and a mug with your favourite teabags inside.

"Will you be my valentine, love?" He asks gruffly, cheeks red under the mask.

You throw your arms around him, peppering his face with kisses before puling down his mask and planting one on his lips.

"Never thought you'd ask!" You laugh, nodding.

Wrapping you up in his arms, he breathes you in, before his gaze flickers to a familiar basket on the dining room table, with a bow to match, and a card placed hapzardly on top.

"Those fuckers." He thinks to himself, smirking under the mask, secretly pleased his sweetheart had won his teammates over.

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[dollywons]

free to use!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ credit would be appreciated of course :))

check the oven ꩜ .ᐟ there’s more dividers + resources! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ♡︎

[cheshire-chronicles]

something about spending valentine’s day with sae. waking to cool sheets and the smell of coffee; a soft mouth on yours, and a softer breath between your lips: “morning, lover.”

he handles you marginally sweeter on the day. smiles less wry, words more warm. you take the opportunity to push your games, coiling a little coyer around him, as he knows you would. but he doesn’t discourage you.

only catches you around your middle, carrying you out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, undoing your robe. your protests and laughters are hushed when he dips you into the bath of scented oils and flower petals.

you blow a bubble up at him, eyes bright and skin flushed from the hot water. “how romantic of you.”

“isn’t it?” his tone is droll, sitting on the rim of the tub as he palms the water over you.

“when did you set all of this up?”

“why do you want to know?” he raises an eyebrow. “planning to reimburse my time?”

“in one way or another.” you grin, cupping the foamy water and blowing another stream of bubbles at him.

his heart beats lushly at the sight.

the bathroom is warm; humid. an intimate blue since the sun hasn’t fully risen. it smells like roses and shampoo and cinnamon, courtesy of the morning coffee he’d brewed and you’d kissed him thank-you for.

bubbles pop between you both as he kisses your forehead. your wet hair. you blink up at him from under dewy lashes and he thinks of fawns and cupid.

“again,” you demand, lips curving into a traitorous smile.

“too many, and you’ll get spoiled,” he says dryly, returning to bathing you.

“it’s valentine’s day. it’s the one day I have to be spoiled.”

“as if you aren’t spoiled every other day, too.”

you flick water at him, though your move at retaliation becomes lasciviousness as you watch it soak through his shirt, turning the white fabric translucent. you admire his body shamelessly, and he huffs a soft laugh.

“spoiled,” he says again, catching your jaw between his fingers.

you only gaze up at him, coy and silky. “you spoil me.”

he can’t deny it. not while knowing he has the bouquets waiting in the living room vases for you; the outings booked into his phone; the sweets stocked for when you both return home in the evening.

but he won’t admit it, either.

instead, he squeezes your jaw lightly, enough to purse your lips and flush your cheeks. he imagines a soapy little bubble between them and imagines popping it in a warm kiss.

“And I plan to continue,” he murmurs, brushing ever so softly against you, “lover.”