Neptilius

satoru craves love.

satoru craves you like crazy, and not in a sexual way.

“you’re so beautiful, my love.” satoru grins, love adorning his face. you were currently getting ready for a work party, satoru says he was too tired to go to and he didn’t wanna “show everyone up” so he decided to stay home. you smiled at your husband through the mirror, giggling at his compliment. after all these years, you still don’t know how to respond to the way satoru showers you with compliments.

“ugh, satoru!” you whine, flopping on the bed next to him. he looks at you with curious eyes. “i don’t wanna go.” you whine, reaching out for his slender yet warm hand. he intertwines his hand with yours and he smiles, bringing the back of your hand up to his puckered lips, giving your knuckles a kiss. “you’ll be fine, baby. you look amazing and i’m sure you’ll have a great time, yeah?” he coaxes you, fiddling with the hem of your dress. you sigh and scoot to the edge of the bed, your head hung low in exhaustion. “you’re right. i guess i’ll go.” you grumble, standing up and sliding into your kitten heels. satoru follows closely behind you as he watches you get ready to leave like all the times before.

“you always look so beautiful when you leave me. makes me feel a tad left out.” the ivory haired man teased, bringing you back into his body by the small of your back. you chuckle and shake your head, bringing a hand up to caress his face. “i’ll be back before you know it. we can even finish that episode of the good place if i’m back in time.” you smile, kissing his lips. you walk away from your husband and open the door, waving a with a little “see you later.” mixed in there.

this is when satoru realized, he was sad you were gone. he loves his wife, and he loves the way his wife makes him feel. satoru wouldn’t have it any other way.

megan thee stallion

THE WORLD IS YOUR CANVAS NOW PAINT, PAINT!

who’s world is this? the world is yours - nas

Imagine that the world you’re living in is a blank canvas (because it is) and you’re the one holding the paintbrush, what would you paint? don’t think about what you “should” manifest. forget about society rules, forget about the people around you and what they’re doing. Start dedicating your time to thinking about yourself. So seriously, what would you paint?

It could be anything you please. ANYTHING. Go big and go beyond, nothing is too small and nothing is too big. don’t settle for anything less. In imagination anything is possible , so forget about logic. forget about the how and the when because those are completely irrelevant anyways.

ask yourself

what would you do if you just broke out that box that holds you back and did what you want? go for your wildest dreams. they’re possible. they’re 100% possible.

the fact that you have a deep desire for something shows that you were meant to have it.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF SUCCESS WAS GUARANTEED?

If you knew your desires were 100% yours and you knew it was inevitable and you knew nothing on earth could stop you from getting what you want..what would you be acting like? what would you be thinking like? would you really be doubting every minute? or…telling yourself that you were a failure? NO! so stop. start telling yourself the things you want, start telling your story you want to come true and discard the one that does you no good.

DON’T BE SCARED OF THE POSSIBILITIES

when we think about the potential we have, its common for us to withdraw and back ourselves up into a little corner and stay there. out of fear it is too much for us to handle, or we fear things in our lives will get berserk and we wouldn’t be able to handle it.

don’t let fear of something happening make nothing happen.

Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

ききふく; kikifuku

warning; minors dni, f!oral, food, fingering

you would most definitely be satoru’s nara smith. knowing his love for sweets you would take time to prep things overnight, take mental notes of the times he wanted sweets in middle of the night and waking up extra early to make them for him. as annoying as he was sometimes, you loved your man and you loved to show it in little ways.

spending your day off attempting to make one of his favorites, kikifuku. flour dusting your apron and fingers as you kneeded the delicate rice dough. or when you were meal prepping his food for the week you would surprise him with a new sweet treat each week. - for my handsome sugar monster <3

“pssst. wake up toruuuu!” you poked his cheeks as you straddled him, littering kisses on his bare chest.

his pretty lashes fluttered as his cerulean eyes adjusted to the light around him. his nose catching a whiff of the breakfast you made for him, a lazy smile painting his face.

“mmm, what smells so good?” his voice raspy with sleep, a lazy hand cupping your waist.

“your favorite, but you can have it in bed if you want.” you said pointing to the plate you made for him on the nightstand.

he stretched under you, his toned body flexing in the sheets, before reluctantly pushing himself up on the headboard. “you spoil me, you know that?” he murmured as his fingers lazily traced the lace of your panties.

“somebody has to do it,” you teased as you extended your arm to grab the plate but he stopped you, “not yet,” he mumbled, those pretty eyes playfully stalking your figure.

you tilt your head and raise a brow at him , “not yet? toru, your breakfast is gonna get cold—“

“let me enjoy you first,” he interrupted , his grin turning mischievous as his hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer. “i mean, you went through all this trouble just to wake me up like this. it’d be rude if i didn’t say thank you properly.”

you huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but the way his hands roamed your waist and his lips grazed the edge of your jaw made your resolve crumble.

“ughhhhhh your so irritating,” you muttered, though your voice was already softer

“you don’t believe that ,” he teased, his grin widening as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. the plate of breakfast long forgotten and his focus was solely on you. his hands sliding under his shirt that you were wearing, fingertips grazing your nipples with his cold hands making you shiver.

“i spent all morning making that, you know,” you moaned between kisses, though you made no move to stop him.

“and i’ll eat it… later,” he promised, his voice low, lips brushing against the sensitive spot below your ear. “right now, i need dessert first.”

in one swift movement he had you on your back, plush thighs between his face as his thumb drew lazy circles against your clit through your damp panties.

you squirmed under him, already sensitive from the way his lips and tongue trailed over your body, but the glint in his eyes made your stomach flip.

“stop squirmin,” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot as it fanned over your inner thigh. “lemme eat this pretty pussy.”

your hands gripped the sheets as his lips pressed teasing kisses along the sensitive skin, inching closer but deliberately avoiding where you needed him most.

“toruu i hate when you tease,” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face, trying to hide how needy you were.

“be patient sweetheart ,” he teased, his voice muffled as his lips pressed against the damp fabric of your panties.

his fingers hooked the lace, sliding it down and tossing it aside without a second thought. he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of your dripping cunt he knew all too well. tongue gliding over his bottom lip seeing your cute mound stare back at him.

“god, you’re perfect,” he muttered, and the heat in his voice made your toes curl.

before you could respond, his mouth was on you, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes against your clit that made your back arch.

“toru!” your voice came out in a breathless moan, your fingers threading through his hair as he buried himself deeper.

his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as his tongue worked you over, the occasional bump of his nose making you jolt.

“you taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he murmured between strokes, his voice low as it send vibrations through your core.

the coil in your stomach tightened with every flick of his tongue, and when he slid his finger into you, the loud moan that tore through your throat was music to his ears.

“toru—”

“that’s my name don’t wear it out.” he groaned, as he added another finger, stretching you in ways that made you see stars.

your body trembled and the buildup was too much to handle. and when he latched onto that sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently, you came undone with a cry of his name.

he didn’t stop, tongue lapping at your sweet nectar until your body was twitching from overstimulation and your breaths came in short, desperate pants.

“breakfast can wait,” he said crawling up to kiss you, his lips glistening with the evidence of his work. “you’re all I need right now.”

always giving the other the first bite of their food (or the last bite)

“my food was aight but lemme get a bite of yours.” jack pouted as he watched you eat. “nobody told you to inhale your food jack and you not getting nothing because your greedy and i barely have any food left.” jack sideyed you as you continued to eat.

“wow its like that? i was gonna go to that coffee shop you’ve been begging me to take you but nevermind.” he said looking away from you.

you look at him and rolled your eyes. when he heard your fork hit the plate he smirked.

“wipe that look of your face and eat.” he turned around and you fed him your last few bites. he moaned a bit and you shook your head. “fatass..” you said with a laugh.

recognize; PARTYNEXTDOOR

You were jack's fall back girl. You were always there when things got rough with his girl or just his job. He depended on you more than he depended on his main thing. And you loved every second of it.

You both met through Neelam and hit it off ever since. He loved the way he could get vulnerable with you without being judged.

You were more than a fling to him and he always showed you that through the little things he did.  

I owe you time, Let's plan somethin' out when I come back from Europe Swear I'm withholdin' my urges 'Til you get this one-on-one shit like your name Katie Couric.

"When I get back we're gonna something special pretty girl." Jack said through the phone.

"You promise? You know I can't depend on him for certain things." You said as you layed in the bed you shared with your boyfriend.

"I promise love. You know I would've flown you out if you boyfriend wasn't in the way." You rolled your eyes at his remark.

"You know how he is." You said sucking in a sharp breath.

"Fuck everybody else. What do you want?" Jack knew you felt guilty about the whole thing but he needed you and would do everything to convince you that you weren't being selfish for wanting this.

"You jack." You hated stroking his ego but it was true. You were way too into it to quit.

I'm glad you reminded me, baby all of these things slip my mind; it's been crazy, Bite on your shoulder, I know that's your favorite, Touching yourself to that video we made a month ago.

"Fuck I missed this." Jack moaned out. He got back from tour a few days ago and he kept his promise.

He took you out on a huge shopping spree and then a dinner date. And now you were back at his apartment making up for all the intimate time lost. He nipped at your neck leaving small hickeys.

Usually you would tear his ass up for it but at that moment you could care less about anyone but him.

You pulled him in for a passionate kiss, finally getting to love on him after waiting so long. You payed attention to every detail of him and took your time with him.

Fuck it, girl, I'm 'bout whatever though Yeah, I guess a nigga just believe in you and that's proof for you , Could name a lot of thing's any other man won't do for you I'll do it for you, that's real.

You let out a soft moan as his hands worked on your neck. You could feel all the built up tension and stress leave your body.

"Fuck." You sighed out as he worked at the knots in your lower back. He laughed at your response and littered kisses one your neck.

You never felt so happy and content with anyone and you knew this was the man you wanted to be with for the rest of the time you had in this world.

"Jack.." you turned to him and straddled his lap as his hands made their way to your hips.

"Your the one I want. I don't wanna hold back anymore..I just wanna be with you and do things without feeling guilty." He smiled at your statement and his lips connected with yours.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that." He laughed and held you close to him.