Can I wake you up by saying super softly to your ear "Good morning princess~" giving a kiss on your cheek and lead you to the kitchen for breakfast?
(Me calling you princess will be completely independant of what you look like. You could be a lot taller and stronger than me and I'd still call you princess.)
does anyone else form their headcanons of marinette and adrien largely on the basis of "they have to be opposite each other"? like, creation and destruction, yin and yang, etc. like Marinette being late all the time and sleeping through her alarms? so she's probably a deep sleeper? So that means, by the laws of my lovesquare headcanons according to my brain, Adrien has to be a light sleeper. Marinette is a chaotic creative person and I can imagine her just having so much STUFF all around and living in organized chaos. so therefore Adrien likes his spaces neat and clear. (also something something creation and clutter vs destruction and emptiness) you know??? ???? ? adrien and marinette headcanons just cant be independent of each other in my brain. they are always intrinsically linked
Since Simon naturally wakes up before you—goddamn military schedule down right engrained in his bones at this point—he’ll gently untangle himself from you while you sleep soundly to sneak away to the kitchen and make you both a cuppa.
Brings you tea in bed every morning so you can enjoy it whilst snuggled up to him, waking up slowly and enjoying a quiet moment together before the day starts.
Got a message from the family I babysat for last night... they sent me a video of my favorite little child saying she loves me and she is sorry for being sassy 😭
They also gave me a $50 tip last night 😭
I may be underpaid but moments like this make me love my job(s)
༉‧₊˚. sub!ellie sits in amazement while you ride her cock. wetness dripping down her thighs causing her to bite her lips from embarrassment. she just wants to be good for you. she wants to make you come, but watching you is making her weak. everytime she fucks up into you a wave of pleasure hits her core and it knocks her back. the poor thing is biting her lip trying to concentrate but it’s all too much for her. she’s literally lust drunk and it’s making her stupid. mumbling about how you’re “s’ pretty. please keep using me.”
and you laugh at her. like actually laugh at her because she sounds so so so pathetic and cute.