#this is bad oops

[pinkandblueblurbs]

stephen having an innocence and daddy kink 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

“Have you ever been touched like this before?” He asks lowly as he runs his fingers through your folds, making you moan as his touch glides over your clit. You shake your head, gripping at the sheets below him.

“N-never, Stephen.”

He looks up at you with a raised brow. “Do you remember what I told you to call me?”

“Sorry. I’ve never been touched like this, daddy.” You correct

[hartisms-blog]

the crashing of the waves had always been blissful to mia; the sound was so peaceful and repetitive that it could quiet her thoughts to a soft hum. she sat in the sand, bare feet digging into the warm sand, and appreciated the feeling of the sun on her skin. this was one thing that she thought she would miss the most if she were ever to leave the island. besides the people, of course. speaking of people, mia could now hear the telltale sound of sand shifting that usually accompanied people walking on the beach. she turned and saw familiar dark hair and a grin spread across her face. “isak,” she greeted him lightly. “hey, what brings you out to the water?”

@fckisak

[incorrect-got-quotes]

Sansa: *reading the horoscopes online*

Arya: *looks over her shoulder* You do know those are bullshit, right?

Sansa: No way! They’re what make Margaery and I compatable! Our signs match up!

Arya: I thought that was your susceptibility to hot girls and Margaery’s abilities to charm the pants off a snake.

Sansa:

Sansa: Shut up.

[dreamdaddymoodboards]

hugo + cheese and wine moodboard, requested by anon!

[chngbok]

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[bctvnist]

@danicllecage said: “it’s the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do.”

Estela wrapped her arms around Dani. “I don’t mean to be cliche, but the right thing to do is often the harder option.”

[artissth]

Lighting candles. That was our thing. We always got them as presents. Housewarming, birthdays, Christmas. Any occasion, people always immediately thought candles. My head pounding from the tears, I brought out her favourite scent-strawberries and cream-and set it on the windowsill. I light a match, holding it up until the flame licked at my fingertips, and touched it to the wick. Memories of the two of us doing this exact thing flooded my mind-but, in the past, I would yelp when the fire touched me. And she would kiss it better. But she wouldn't kiss anything better, ever again. Wishing her soft hands were still on mine, tears start to hit the floor. I double over, letting out a sob. I faced the candle, hot wax hissing when one of my tears falls in. "Please come back," I whispered, looking out at the rain. "Please come back."

[savedlatin]

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