MÉLS

I dont like how I look IRL so this is based on my persona more than anything. I want to just barely have facial hair one day so freaking bad omg...

Also that song was recommended 2 me by a friend!!! Shoutout her, she's so nice (but not on tumblr sadly...)

Tags: @itsaboon @calstronaut @dusalex @jamezplayzmc @annoying--moth @chocorolleta @villyvero12354 @strwberrysl4shed @mankindscutestwarmachine @ourabsentlord @cryaboutit666 + open tags + no pressure

tagz: @111dollboy @ponysmoremagicalthanurweed @capetown-devotee @optimalwizard @kennyissilly @nov1ans-p4ws @fagspeare @ohmxbeliever @c-u-nxt-2sday yea

on the first image, add the left overlay (the image with the 'see more' button) to the bottom of the image (so that it half covers the sixth song), and add the right overlay (the image of the '←' button) to the upper left corner of the cover image at the top (once you've added your desired cover image ofc)

if you're editing on photopea (or probably most image editors i assume), place the images that you want to fill the blank spaces with in the layer(s) BENEATH these images; this is important for the first image so that you still get the faded quality overlaying your chosen cover image

to change the text, download and use this font (unless you can find a better one, but this is the closest to spotify's actual font that i could find!) and erase the text that's already there before you add whatever you're replacing it with

Before you can roll over and return to the blissful realm of dreams, you hear your bedroom door gently creak open, followed by the heavy thud of strong footsteps. The smile that graces your sleep riddled features is almost comical. Instead of making the presence aware of your consciousness, you decide to pretend that you still lay asleep, listening carefully to the husky breaths of the man just 3 feet away from you. A mouth-watering, savory aroma fills your nostrils, and you almost bolt upright at the idea of Simon bringing you breakfast in bed.

You decide to remain still with your eyes closed and breathing even, trying to decipher what he is doing as his footsteps start leading to the bed. Before you can sit up and make him aware of your presence, Simon hooks his muscular arms around your thighs, gently dragging you to the edge of the bed and snuggling his face comfortably between your warm, supple thighs. Immediately you open your eyes and look down at the sight before you. Laying on the edge, nestled between his own version of heaven is a mountain of a man, disheveled hair and gray sweatpants with a black shirt. Looking to the right of him, sitting on your desk, lays a steaming plate of scrambled eggs with cheese, french toast with powdered sugar and maple syrup, and sizzling, crispy bacon. Next to the plate sits a tall glass of freshly pressed orange juice and two aspirin.

Right then and there you could have came at the sight, here you were laying with a hangover that could have only been created by Lucifer himself, with this absolute beauty of a man being your knight in shining armor. The giggle that escapes your lips alerts Simon to your awareness, his head perking up with a smile on his face and the biggest lust blown pupils you’ve ever seen.

“Why hello there gorgeous,” he says breathlessly, “My apologies, you just look so good, I couldn’t resist.” And with that he smushes his face back into his own personal pillow; rough, calloused hands roaming up and down your hips, sending bolts of electricity through your body. Feeling his hot breath against your clothed core making you wetter by the second, and almost as if this man couldn’t get any better, his nose begins nudging against your soaked sleep shorts.

A moan gets caught in your throat as your eyes roll back, hands reaching down to search for a fistful of soft hair and back arching gently off the bed. Simon groans in response, hands gripping your waist almost painfully as his hips buck shamelessly into the mattress. The vibrations from his throat going straight through you, he begins to pulls your shorts down and panties aside.

“Sorry princess, but your breakfast will have to wait. Mine just looks so much better, I can’t wait any longer. Been thinking about this all night, almost had ta’ sneak off to the bathroom in the middle of the night because you get me so riled up.” His breath against your wet folds has you salivating immediately. Bucking your hips, you whine in anticipation when you get zero contact.

“Please Si, don’t tease.. Need you so bad..” Your gentle pleas and pitiful attempts to grind against his face make him chuckle under his breath. “No no pretty girl, this is my treat. And I plan to take my sweet time, wan’ savor every second..” With that, Simon slowly lifts your legs up and around his shoulders, arms wrapped around your hips in a vice grip. Licking a painfully slow stripe up your begging pussy has you crying out, thighs clamping around his head as if you could crush his skull like a watermelon.

You go to beg for more when you hear his voice call out, “Ya better keep those pretty eyes on me, if they’re anywhere else, I stop. Ya hear me?” Managing a small nod, you sit up on your elbows and do as you’re told. As if he’s a mad man starved, he delves right back in, eyes ravaging your entire being as if you’re just an unsuspecting rabbit in the forest, unaware of the mountain lion stalking quietly behind. You feel engulfed by him, his body twice the size of yours. His skillful tongue forces its way into your clenching entrance, mouth dropping open and eyes going half-lidded. Your moans and gasps are like music to his ears, as if he had been deaf his whole life, and it is his first time hearing the music that erupts from your throat.

It felt like second nature to him, finding that spongy spot inside within seconds. The salty wetness that collects at your waterline only spurs him on more. Hips thrusting pitifully into the bed, sucking your throbbing clit between his lips, his eyes watching like a hawk as your head starts to fall back. Immediately, he pulls away, the frustrated groan that leaves you feeding his ego, your head snaps back up with your glossy eyes connecting with his again. One of his arms slowly unwrap from around your waist, hand tantalizingly skimming down your stomach in through your wetness. Pushing in two thick fingers has you trembling, slowing going from one knuckle deep to two. He curls his finger perfectly, thrusting in and out at a mind-numbing pace.

Brain fuzzing and ears hearing nothing but your blissful noises has him pumping his hand faster, lips attaching themselves to your firm bud and sucking gently. Your back arches as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. You try to warn Simon of your impending orgasm but no words can form. It's not like you needed to say anything. He could feel you clenching like you were trying to break his fingers. Right as you were about to launch off of the cliff into eternal bliss, he stops everything and stands up straight. You angrily throw your head back against the pillow, frustrated tears finally breaking free like a dam.

“Oh princess, look at you..” he coos mockingly, crawling over you to press his lips to yours, making you taste yourself, he has his hips settled between your thighs, you immediately try to grind up against him, to which his hands forcefully held your hips still. Your arms fly around his shoulders, gripping him against you as he were about to vanish into thin air. Sitting up straight, he begins to peel his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room and returning his attention to your collarbone. Sucking harshly and gently biting, leaving blooming red and purple marks in his path, his hand sneaks up and around your throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure to the sides of your neck making you dizzy.

His groans are reassuring to you, knowing he’s enjoying himself as much as you are. Pulling you up by your throat, he lays you on your back, head hanging off the edge of the bed. “Let’s put that pretty little mouth to some use, shall we?” The fire in his eyes elicits a guttural moan to rip from your vocal cords. Simon stands up and slides his sweatpants down around his muscular thighs, cock springing up and the angry red tip leaking already. “Don’ worry hun.. If you’re good for me, I’ll make sure to take very good care of you. C’mon now, open up.” His warm hand slides up your throat to your jaw, helping you to stretch your mouth open to be able to take him like the good little slut he knows you can be.

Simon takes his time; every move, every touch, every glance is methodical. He knows how desperate his baby can get when they don't get what they need, and that feeling is like a straight line of coke to this man. His hands roam your body as he drinks in the very sight of you layed out just for him. Every whine you let out in anticipation only riles him up more and before you can render what's happening, he's stuffing every last inch down your pretty throat. You can only choke and sputter helplessly trying to accomodate for all of him as he holds your jaw open with one hand and teases you relentlessly with the other.

"Oh c'mon hun, don't tell me you already forgot how well we both know you can handle me.." Simon teases still using your throat like his own personal toy, "maybe you just need some motivation huh babe?" Still holding your jaw open rubbing gently, ALMOST apologetically, he trails his hand down your body leaving goosebumps in its wake to what he has been brutally ignoring all this time and finally gives you some relief. Just the slightest touch against your core has you whining and locking your legs around his hand to no avail. You almost cry praises and gratitude when he finally lets you finish, taking himself out of your esophagus to let you ride the high but he has no plans of letting up.

Before you can even catch your breath his body engulfs your frame, picking you up and flipping you onto your stomach as if you weigh nothing. Simon massages your hips as he kisses down your spine, mumbling sweet nothings and praises along the way. "You're doing so well for me baby, but we're not done yet." White knuckle gripping the sheets, hazed mascara stained eyes, and drool down the chin and you still push back towards him. All you hear behind you is a low chuckle as Simon's hand tightens on your hip, the soft thud of his pants hitting the floor somewhere across the room has you vibrating in need.

"Please Si.. I need you so bad please," You almost cry at the cold air hitting your raw body until you feel Simon wrap around you in a bear hug, pushing himself into your used clenching hole agonizingly slow; a noise you didn't even know you could make rips from your throat as he sits up to to spread your legs further than you thought possible. He picks up the pace, abusing the absolute hell out of the sensitive spot near your cervix. Simon's grunts and compliments turn to static, in one ear and out the other as your brain turns to mush, he notices immediately snaking a hand up around your throat to pull you back to reality and back onto him.

"Ah ah ah hun, you better be listening to me up there, missy." He's joking. He knows there is no possible way you could understand a word he's saying much less any way of you responding coherently. Pulling your face to the side he sees the stream of tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, eyes with nothing behind them rolling up the stars. He leans down to kiss away the saltiness, the angle only allowing him deeper. Noticing the breath hitching in your throat and the clenching of your tired cunt at the movement tells him everything he needs to know, he snakes his free hand down and around your front to play with your throbbing clit. The act has you convulsing, almost frothing at the mouth as you faintly feel Simon kiss down your neck, cooing at you as he nears his finish.

"Fuck me, beautiful, you're gonna be th'death o'me. You want me to finish inside of you like the little whore you are? Huh?" He emphasizes his words with harsh thrusts to your limp body, whining and biting into your neck as he finishes inside of you. You both lay there breathlessly and overheated, holding him inside of you as you sloppily kiss. Reluctantly, Simon leaves your side for a moment to grab some fresh clothes and to run you a bath with your food on the side, still warm. He massages your sore body until the bath is ready, gently carrying your pliant body into the warm water. Noticing how you immediately try to sleep makes him chuckle softly.

"Nono love, y'gotta eat. C'mon." He practically spoon feeds you as you drift off, the only thing you manage to say being, "I love you Simon.."

HIIIII so like mb for disappearing for over a YEAR. :D I'm a lil rusty so bare with me while I remember how to write again but hope yall enjoy!!!!

“Get in!” he says curtly, his voice laced with a mix of coldness and anger as he opens the car door for you. You stumbled into the car silently, a look of disdain on your face, already regretting your decision to call your ex in your time of need. Shutting the door and buckling your seatbelt, you discreetly glare at the man beside you out the corner of your eye. As you buckle up, Simon starts the engine and pulls away from the curb, the city lights blurring together as he navigates through the night.

His hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension. He avoids making eye contact, focusing on the road ahead as he drives in silence. You pull out your phone to avoid confrontation and open Tinder, flicking through your DM's and reading a few requests from random men. Simon silently observes your actions, studying your profile on the glowing screen, his eyes narrowing. His jaw clenches as he sees the flirtatious messages and photos from random men, a surge of jealousy flooding through him. Feeling his eyes on you, you decide to call him out.

“Stop being nosy. It’s not like we’re together anymore,” you say with a drunken venom in your tone. You immediately regret being so harsh, deciding to stay quiet. Simon’s eyes remain fixed on the road, but his expression remains impassive. He doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, he reaches over and snatches the phone from your hand, tossing it into the glove compartment with a soft clunk. His tone is low and controlled when he finally speaks. You go to cuss him out, but he cuts you off.

“No need for that language, love. You’re drunk and don’t need that kind of attention right now. Trust me.” His voice is calm, almost soothing, but there’s a hint of authority in it.

“Love? Really? Plus, why do you even care anyway?” You slump back in your seat and focus your attention out the window, attempting to make your silent tears go unnoticed. Simon’s eyes flicker to your face, but you're too busy watching the scenery pass by to notice the worry in his gaze. He swallows hard before speaking again.

“I care because I don’t like seeing you hurt, okay? And I care because-” You cut him off, yelling out in frustration, “Because what Simon? No, really tell me! Because last I checked, you broke up with me.” Teary eyes still looking out the window, watching the gloomy scenery pass by. He pulls the car over to the side of the road, his movements quick and precise. He shifts his body to face yours, the expression on his face serious.

“Because we had something special, OK? And because I had made a mistake.” He can hardly make eye contact with you out of guilt, but when he finally does you can see the guilt riddled throughout his features.

“A mistake? What mistake could you have possibly made?” you face him fully now, tears on clear display and the alcohol radiating from your slightly slurred speech. Simon takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours with a newfound confidence he didn’t think he could conjure up in this moment.

“I made the mistake of thinking I could do without you, that I could move on. But the truth is that I can’t. I still think about you every day, and seeing you like this… it tears me apart knowing I’m the cause. I never wanted to hurt you, but sitting here now I’m realizing that it was stupid to think you were better off with me.” You sit quietly, looking down at your hands fiddling in your lap. You don’t know what to say, so you let him continue. Simon reaches out to gently brush a tear from your cheek. His voice is soft and filled with regret as he continues.

“I shouldn’t have let you go. I should have fought for you… for us. And now that I have you here, I don’t ever want to let you go again.” You look up at him as you start to cry more, pulling him in for a kiss. Simon hesitates for a moment, his lips pressed softly against yours. Then, as if a dam had broken, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a passionate, desperate embrace. Your hand reaches up the back of his neck, fingers lacing through his hair and gripping gently. He moans softly against your lips, hands moving to your waist to pull you closer as the kiss becomes more urgent and fervent.

“God, I missed you.” he murmurs huskily between kisses, voice laced with lust and pupils blown wide. You pull your lips away and rest your forehead against his with your eyes closed. The thumping of your heart dropping to between your supple thighs, but you suppress it to remember you’re heavily intoxicated… Should you really be doing this right now? Stuck in thought, you don’t realize you’ve gone silent and opened your eyes to see his pleading ones searching for understanding. His hands are still on your waist, holding you close as he feels the tension in your body, breathing heavy and ragged. He feels the hesitation and pulls his head back slightly.

“Do you want me to stop?” The confusion and slight fear of hurting you again flashes on his face, but as fast as it appeared, it vanished just the same. Gathering your emotions, you gently reassure him, “Truthfully no, but at the same time I feel like you are only doing this to make me feel better… like as soon as I’m happy again you’re just gonna disappear. I’m scared, Simon.” His eyes soften as he looks at you, thumb gently brushing against your cheek. “I’m not just doing this to make you feel better,” he murmurs, voice low and sincere, “I’ve wanted this for a long time now.”

“Then what made you think that you would be better off without me?” Your voice breaks with a hiccup, starting to breathe heavier and faster, almost hyperventilating. Simon’s expression turns serious as he glances over your hardened features, hands still gripping your waist. “It’s complicated,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, “ I felt like I wasn’t good enough for you.” You almost bust out laughing, appalled at the idea that the man next to you could ever even be close to not good enough.

“Not good enough for me? Really? Jesus Christ Simon, I’m the one not good enough for you! I’m clingy and overprotective and- and get jealous easily! Why did you pick me..?” His hands tighten around your waist as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, salty embrace. “Because I saw something in you I couldn’t resist. You were passionate and caring, and you made me want to be a better man.” You both sit silently for a moment, you searching his eyes for even a sliver of doubt or deceit, but it never appears. Slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him passionately, conveying emotions, not able to be understood through words.

Simon’s response to your kiss is immediate and intense. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and over the center console onto his lap into a firm hug. His hands roam your body hungrily, tracing every curve of your hips and thighs through the thin fabric of your dress that is bunched up around the hill of your ass. He realizes where this predicament will eventually lead to and stops, resting his forehead against yours.

“Let’s get you home and sobered up. A real man never lays a woman while she is inebriated,” he spoke, chuckling at the whine that unwillingly slipped through your bitten lips. “Now I know it’s unethical, but perhaps you could stay comfy right where you are while I take us to our respected residences.” The suggestion puts a small smile on your face as you snuggle your face into his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, inhaling the woody pine musk of his natural scent. You want to question him about the legal stance of this, but are too warm to care. Instead, you hum a satisfied agreeance and let him drive.

Stirring slightly to the engine of the car being shut off, you sleepily lift your head to see your apartment building. Without a word, Simon opens the door and carries you inside, up to your room, and lays you on your bed. Like the gentleman he is, he takes off your heels and lays them aside, grabbing the makeup wipes from your bathroom and gently removing the smeared streaks of mascara that cascade down your warmed cheeks. He gets up, and you immediately start to worry that he is leaving, only to sit up and see him in your dresser, returning with an old t-shirt of his you had yet to return and a pair of sweatpants. You give him a knowing grin at the suggestion of him changing you when he retorts, “Oh hush it, love, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Wordlessly, you let him continue. He respectfully takes his time, making sure to keep eye contact with you. Fearing his inevitable absence, you decide to test your luck. “Si?” You mutter out into the comfortable silence, his only response being a small “hm?” “Please stay.. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Struggling to hold eye contact and fearing his rejection, you’re surprised to feel his hand massaging your leg. “Oh darling, I won’t go anywhere if that’s what you wish.” He smiles lovingly and stands up straight, picking you up and your legs wrapping around his waist. He crawls into your bed and wraps you both up, petting your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep.