#❖ 💛 anon

[2af-afterdark]

The One True King

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Content: Bael x Reader, Reader is clearly in a (currently) one-sided admiration,technically this is based on what 💛 told me so it’s not a general reader but… I am trying, Reader is a devil, not smut A/N: 💛 anon gave me a really good prompt and I kind of wanted to wrote this for them. Uhhh… ngl, I have only written for a specific person one other time before. I usually say to give me a handful of personality traits and I will whip something up. So, you know, this was an exercise. May need more practice using other people's MC’s and self-inserts… Sorry if it’s a little… messy… There were many personality traits I couldn’t include in full because of the setting and length of this fic, but I hope that a few of them are noticeable at the very least. Word Count: 1854

Bael was trying to finish the work that Beelzebub had left behind in his latest rush to escape responsibility. Trying. It was hard to concentrate with all the unusually noisy hustle and bustle happening not only outside his office door, but traveling down the hall. The heavy footsteps were more frantic than usual, with one particular set noticeably pacing back and forth right outside.

He held his breath as he waited for when the person inevitably finally knocked for him; a knock he was slowly getting anxious over given how hesitant that devil seemed to me to call for him. But, call for him they did as they peaked their head through the narrowly open door and said, “There's someone at the front gate asking for Lord Beelzebub.”

Bael cocked a single eyebrow only slightly. It was a well known fact that Beelzebub was rarely in Avisos, let alone the castle. Whoever had come to the visit was looking in the wrong place and causing a ruckus at the same time.

“They won't leave,” the devil in the doorway added when it became clear that Bael wasn't moving.

“The others haven't chased them away yet?” Not to be rude, but now was not a good time to visit.

“Stolas and Naberius still haven't returned from the mission you sent them on,” that would be attempting – and likely failing – to track and follow Beelzebub.

“What about Amon?”

The devil hesitated and Bael knew immediately that he wouldn't like the answer.

“Amon has been… subdued,” they said with no further explanation.

At least, as the devil in the doorway clarified, the person at the gate was a normal devil. It seemed they were another of Beelzebub’s many fans – like the rest of Avisos – and could be convinced to leave once they were assured that the king was not present. If Bael, the current acting king in Beelzebub’s absence were to come outside, then perhaps the visitor would leave willingly.

Bael was exhausted. He couldn’t recall the last time he had slept properly and it was starting to impair his judgment. Having an unexpected and unwelcome guest causing a scene at the palace gates was not helping his current state.

He stood from his desk. “I’ll see them away quickly.” If only so he could return to his work undisturbed. 

He marched out of his office with his head held high and a confident swagger that attempted to hide how completely and utterly tired he really was. A few devils who had clearly decided to stick to their own tasks rather than deal with the unexpected guest stopped only long enough to watch Bael walk by before busying themselves again. In his current state, he was their acting king and that made him someone to admire as he passed by.

But they didn't dare stop him to admire him in full. Even if they tried to, they wouldn't be able to. He was, after all, too used to focusing on the kingdom's operations to be distracted by how devils stared at their substitute king, and that was why he could arrive at the palace gates without delay. That’s how he made it in time to see the unfamiliar devil at the gate speaking through the bars to Amon who seemed to be doing nothing to move them along.

“Are you the one who asked to see Lord Beelzebub?” Bael asked as he approached the two. “You came at a bad time.”

You stared in awe as Bael came closer, the loose strands of his blonde hair dancing lightly in the wind, his skin-tight black uniform hugging his muscles and thin waist, and his uneven eyes staring back.

You were not one of the grand and illustrious 72 like he was. It was rare to be one of the 72 considering that there were, after all, only seventy-two of them in total compared to the entirety of Hell’s population. Still, even those who weren’t part of the 72 had a place serving their kingdom and their kings. What was Hell without its devils, after all?

Nothing. The answer was that Hell would be nothing without the myriad of devils that brought it to life. From the madness of Abaddon to the luxury of Tartaros to the efficiency of Hades, Hell was made by the kings and the devils that swore loyalty to them; each kingdom a reflection of its king and people. 

The only kingdom that could be argued was not a reflection of its king was Avisos, which was want to run rampant without its should-be-leader at the helm. Or, perhaps it was exactly the kind of thing the wandering ruler Beelzebub would want. A kingdom full of mindless pleasures in which frequent coming and going was the name of the game. Establishments in which he wasn’t expected to stay any longer than it took him to grow bored of whatever mindless indulgences they offered. It made for a wonderful economy, but a complete headache for any devil unfortunate enough to have to deal with the actual business and politics of the kingdom rather than simply enjoying all the treasures hidden around every corner.

You were one of those regular devils who called Avisos and its many different entertainment establishments home. The proof of your citizenship was pierced into your skin. You were not ashamed of your status as just another devil in the crowd. If anything, it made it easier for you to accomplish your goal. After all, it was in the nature of the 72 to care about their king, kingdom, and people. Amon already seemed to be on your side after a well placed bribe.

The next goal was Bael himself.

“No,” you corrected, “I asked to see the king.” You held out a wrapped, three-tiered bento box filled to the brim with food. “Have you eaten yet?”

Bael blinked at you a few times before glancing at Amon, who seemed entirely indifferent to the conversation between Bael and the unexpected guest. In fact, he seemed more taken with a piece of paper in his hand rather than anything happening around him.

You continued to speak without hearing an answer from Bael. “You seem like you’re always overworking yourself and it’s important to eat. I have a feeling you won’t take a break to cook for yourself so I cooked for you.”

Bael inhaled in a way that seemed more like an exasperated sigh. “Beelzebub really isn’t here. Attempting to bribe me will not get you an audience.”

“Who cares about Beelzebub?” you said bluntly, seeming to finally get a reaction from Amon who looked at you only long enough to glare judgmentally. You didn’t bother to even look at him before pulling a small envelope out of your pocket with your free hand and holding it out to him. He took it without a word, seemingly content once again. “I came to see you, Lord Bael.” You could feel your face heating up as you spoke. “Haven’t I made that clear by now?”

Bael looked at Amon once more, who was looking inside the envelope with approval. It seemed he really would receive no backup from his cohort.

He tried to put on his most convincing inflection as he began to speak, attempting to send this stray devil away without further delay or incident. “While I appreciate your intentions-”

“Amon, will you make sure King Bael eats something?” You were already waving another piece of paper in front of him; your last bribe of the day.

Amon took the paper and bento without question. 

“Thank you, Sir Amon.” You smiled at Bael who hadn't had a chance to finish his attempted rejection of your efforts. “I'll come by again tomorrow to pick up the dirty dishes, so make sure you eat everything. Wasting food is unforgivable in Avisos.”

You turned away with a pep in your step and tried to hide the absolute glee on your face. Not only had you managed to give King Bael the meal you had made for him, but you also managed to promise him that you would be returning tomorrow. Knowing that had you practically giggling as the distance between you and the gate where Bael still stood grew.

Once you were out of sight, Bael looked to Amon with a sense of defeat in his eyes. “Who was that?”

Amon shrugged. “I don't know.” He held out the bento to Bael so he wouldn't have to be the one to carry it. “Take this.”

Between the strange devil's antics and Amon's lackadaisical attitude toward them, Bael could feel a headache coming on. “If you don't know them, then why were you so amicable to them? Especially when you should have been escorting them away from the palace?”

He titled his head slightly, indicating he was too tired to have this conversation. “They gave me photos of King Beelzebub.” That was all the reason he needed. It's not like they were doing anything bad, so he didn't see a reason to waste his energy on changing them away, especially when he was getting rewarded for looking the other way.

“Is that all it takes to convince you?”

Amon ignored the question. “My arm is getting tired,” he said as he motioned again for Bael to take the bento.

Begrudgingly, Bael took the bento with both hands. It felt heavier than it should have.

“Are you sure all they came for was to deliver food?” 

It felt odd to have a citizen of Avisos storm the palace gates just to give him something to eat; something that, in all honesty, he could not see himself sitting down to indulge in given all the work he still had to do. Perhaps if he tossed out the food or gave it away? It wasn’t as if the other devil would know what had happened to the contents of the bento once it was empty.

“You’ll eat it,” Amon interrupted his thoughts.

“I won’t eat something given to me from someone unfamiliar.”

“Lord Beelzebub would.”

Bael winced, but in a way where only those who knew him well could tell that Amon’s words had cut him deeply.

“Lord Beelzebub accepts what his subjects give him. Sometimes he takes it without being offered…”

Did that mean Bael had to accept everything too? The same way he accepted all of Bell’s work and duties and even his face, did he have to take every gift as well? Because he was simply a substitute for Beelzebub?

“That devil called the fake king a king,” Amon said absentmindedly. “Do you think they know that you're just keeping the throne warm?”

“I’m sure they’re aware.” After all, there wasn’t a soul in all of Hell, let alone Avisos, that wasn’t aware that Beelzebub was the wandering king.

He looked at the bento in his hands.

He turned back toward the palace and began to walk.

“I have work to do.”

“Are you going to eat it?” Amon asked. “They already bribed me to make sure you do.”

“If I have a free moment, I’ll consider it.”

#2af writes #❖ 💛 anon #what in hell is bad #whb bael

[sluttywonwoo]

thinking about ji coming home from the studio hyped as fuck knowing he made another banger and he wants to celebrate but you’re asleep. good thing you told him he can fuck you in your sleep so he does just that. spooning you from behind while he slowly moves in and out and softly caresses your thighs and shoulders so you don’t wake up. hnnng. -💛

they popped the fancy champagne tonight. it was a bottle they had been saving for a special occasion, a gift from someone with more money than they knew what to do with.

the track they’d been working on was far from perfect but it was finished and that was a huge feat in itself. chan, changbin, and jisung had been wrestling with the song for months. they kept pushing it to the back burner, telling themselves they’d save it for the next comeback, the next album, the next single. they would’ve tossed it had all three of them not been convinced it was good. it had the potential to be a title track if they could just figure out what was missing.

well, tonight jisung did just that and they celebrated like one of them had just won the lottery, drinking the sparkling wine out of paper cups from the water dispenser.

“it’s getting late, you should get home if you want to ride that high,” chris advised, giving jisung a knowing look.

the other two producers were well aware of how jisung liked to work off his adrenaline. you called to tell them as much, cursing them out over the phone for making too many good songs because you were tired of waking up sore.

jisung could feel heat creeping up the back of his neck and blossoming on his cheeks but he didn’t try to deny what his leader was implying because they both knew it was true. changbin even threw in an (un)helpful “go easy on her!” as jisung packed his bag and walked out the door, leaving a couple very confused staff members behind.

he was still buzzed when he made it home. he doesn’t drink often so he’s a bit of a lightweight but he stopped in the kitchen and filled a glass with water from the sink in an effort to rehydrate and prevent any hangover symptoms come morning.

the bedroom is dark. the whole house is dark but jisung had been holding out hope that maybe you had just tucked yourself away for the night and were still awake. maybe you were cozy in bed with a book or scrolling through your phone while you waited for him. he had no such luck.

he curses under his breath when he sees you curled up on your side beneath the covers, sighing quietly to himself. you’re even snoring softly. he should’ve asked his driver to go faster… but he didn’t want to stress the guy out. he doesn’t even know how long you’ve been asleep so it might’ve been in vain anyway.

jisung figures he should get ready for bed too so he takes a quick shower and brushes his teeth before slipping back into your room to grab something to sleep in. light from the bathroom spills into the bedroom, illuminating your side of the bed. he couldn’t tell before, but now that he can see you properly he realizes your shoulders are bare.

he blinks a couple of times just to be sure he isn’t seeing things.

jisung is used to you not wearing pants to bed but you usually wear one of his t-shirts because you get kind of cold during the night.

is it possible you’re… completely naked under there? jisung’s dick twitches at the thought.

he’d taken a cold shower in an effort to resolve his… excitement but it didn’t really help. he’s still half-hard and the idea that you’d been waiting for him like this is enough to make even more blood rush to his cock.

he quietly tiptoes over to his own side of the bed where he pulls back the blankets to reveal your sleeping figure.

his breath catches when his suspicions are confirmed. you had in fact, not worn anything to bed.

it had to be a sign, right? you’d talked about it before— several times, actually. your sex drives are pretty equal, which is kind of surprising considering how horny jisung is. but since he’s always working, you don’t get much time to indulge each other in that way. at least, not as much time as you’d like.

a solution you’d offered was sex while one of you was sleeping. jisung immediately agreed to it. he would let you do anything you wanted to him. but he was more hesitant to be the one to initiate when you were sleeping.

he knew it was a fantasy of yours, he knew it was a fantasy of his, it just felt so wrong to take advantage of you when you were unconscious.

but this feels like the perfect opportunity. he was already full of adrenaline and you’re naked in the bed you shared and his cock is starting to ache with how hard he is…

“fuck it.”

he decides against pajamas for the time being and crawls into bed with you. if you’re already naked he might as well be too.

jisung lets out a sigh of relief when you don’t wake up to the movement of the mattress. you shift a bit in your sleep as he gets settled but that’s it.

your warmth draws your boyfriend in, closer and closer until he’s practically spooning you. he’s hardly breathing because he’s scared of waking you up but in order to continue with his plan he has to move you. he starts with a hand on your hip before bringing it down to your knee so that he can part your thighs, pausing when he finds you’re already wet.

fuck, had you fallen asleep touching yourself?

“were your own fingers not enough, baby?” he whispers, condescension dripping from his voice even though you can’t hear a word he’s saying. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

jisung still wants to make sure you’re stretched enough for him so he slips one finger inside of you, then two. they’re met with little resistance but jisung keeps them in for a little longer, stroking up on that spot that makes you gush.

he works you up but doesn’t push you over the edge because he knows cumming will definitely wake you up. once he’s satisfied with his efforts, he inches even closer to you until his body is flush with yours.

since you fuck in this position all the time, it’s easy for jisung to line himself up and push into you.

he makes a quiet sound of relief when he bottoms out and has to fight the urge to bite and/or kiss your shoulder like he usually would. you let out a little sound of your own and jisung imagines the way your face must be scrunching up as you adjust to the feeling of being full. his hips stutter forward involuntarily at the thought and he freezes… waiting to see if he’s woken you up.

he doesn’t start moving again until your breathing evens out, caressing your thigh with his calloused palm to soothe you as he builds momentum.

it’s a lot slower than the sex you usually have but it’ll definitely be enough for jisung to cum. just the idea of fucking you in your sleep turns him on so much that he’s having trouble holding back even now when he’s barely started.

“so wet for me, baby. need me all the time, huh? even in your dreams.”

“ji?”

fuck, he’d pushed his luck too much with the talking. his mouth was always getting him in trouble.

you try to turn around but jisung holds you in place. “shhh, baby it’s okay. go back to sleep.”

“when did you get home? did you finish the song? ah- what… what are you doing?”

you know what he’s doing, even in your half-awake state. still, you want to hear him say it.

“i’m um… i, do you want me to stop?”

you shake your head and let your eyes fall shut again.

“don’t stop, feels good.”

“thank god,” your boyfriend groans, wrapping his arms around you in a full embrace, relieved that he can touch you as much as he wants to now.

“we finished the song, baby,” he tells you between kisses to your neck. “rushed home to celebrate with you.”

“i’m s-sorry i fell asleep!” you whine.

“nothing to be sorry for, my love. came home and found you all wet and needy… worked out perfectly, wouldn’t you say?”

“i missed you,” is the only response you offer.

“yeah? were you wishing it was me touching you instead of yourself?”

“yes,” you whimper, “couldn’t… couldn’t cum.”

jisung pouts and lets the expression seep into his voice. “poor thing. i bet you were so frustrated.”

“mhm.”

“what about now though, baby? think you can cum for me?”

you nod, almost head butting your boyfriend.

“‘m so close…”

“already?”

“i woke up with your dick inside me, what do you want from me?”

jisung laughs. “sorry, babe. you’re right. should we cum together? do you think you can hold it a little longer?”

“i’ll try,” you promise.

“that’s my girl.”

#answered #anon #lils 💛 #stray kids smut #skz smut #han smut #han jisung smut #jisung smut

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

6:36 AM; Mammon wakes you up with a kiss on the cheek and a tray of breakfast in bed! Just ignore that the toast is a little burnt and the scrambled eggs are cold…..he had to fight off three of his brothers just to make it back to your room…

huge thank you to @akuzonprime !!! for inspiring this timestamp post!!! I love her posts soso much (>’o’)> ♡

#it is me the anon #TYSM AGAIN 💛💛💛 #✧ posts #✧ ​blurbs #✧ mammon #obey me! #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me fluff #obey me blurbs #obey me #om! mammon x reader #om! blurbs

[onelungmcclung]

#masters of the air #motaedit #hbowaredit #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #jack kidd #kidd x rosie #edit #** #rosie/kidd truther anon this one's for you 💛

[maehemthemisfit]

mermaid! scaramouche splashing water in your face with his tail, causing you to become soaked. he would laugh and wave you off, though not before peering through his half-lidded eyes to see your expression. he’s been the most interesting mer-person by far.

he says he doesn’t like to sing but does it so well. he hates eating fish but knows a lot about which one is better for grilling. he says human treasure is worthless, yet he always finds himself being drawn to inazuman clothes and accessories washed ashore. he says he doesn’t get sunburnt but demands that you set up an umbrella for him.

truly the most annoying of his kind, but he owns it.

- 🐚

THE UMBRELLA PART IS KILLING MEEE HE'S SO SPOILED 😭

The most high maintenance and tedious mermaid to work with honestly. You don't know why you keep coming back, just to practically be in his servitude. He expects you to cook every fish he brings you for him to eat, and it has to be seasoned and grilled perfectly, otherwise he'll complain for ages and claim that you're trying to poison him (He still eats it all tho). You're too enamored by him to leave, your curiosity always bringing you back to his shore. He's always cranky though if you've been away for a long time.

He's the type to throw fish or crabs at passersby to keep them away from your meeting spot. Sometimes, he spits a stream of water at children and swims away just as they bring their parents, pointing at the water to say that they saw a person, just for their parents to drag them away and tell them to stop making up stories while he's happily giggling underwater.

When you're bored, you make sandcastles together, and he's always the ruler of whatever kingdom you make. He pretends that all the sand dwellers/critters are his subjects and sometimes (tries) to hold public executions for any he deemed defy them (they were running away) just for you to stop him before he chops a poor crab and ask you to cook it.

And as much as he doesn't care for treasures as he claims, he still goes digging around the ocean floor, excavating treasures from the ocean and from lost human possessions to lazily gift them to you, claiming he found them laying around and thought you'd appreciate the 'junk' or whatever humans called it. He loved seeing your face light up at the things he brings, but he'll never admit it.

He doesn't usually engage in your conversation about your day, but you find that he tokens every little like and dislike you happen to mention and keeps it in the back of his mind for later, sometimes using it to pick out better gifts. He plays coy (lol) whenever you ask him about it though!

.° ୭ ៳ Genshin Drabble Masterlist・✩

#hello shell anon! #answered 💌 #[🍩] mae . • . ° inbox ♡⁠˖ #letters from: 🐚 #[💛] mae . • . ° favorites ♡⁠˖ #wanderer #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #wanderer headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #wanderer fluff #[🌺] mae ｡・⁠｡ talks genshin ♡⁠˖♪ #scaramouche fluff #mermaid scaramouche #mermaid wanderer #mermaid genshin

[ohnococo]

GASP first kiss with sukuna please🙏🙏🙏

👀 oooh this one became more of a blurb/drabble than anything lol

You could pinpoint two very different “first kisses” with Ryomen Sukuna. The first is stolen, when you don’t expect it. He’s baring his teeth, fire in his eyes, and when he approaches you honestly think he may just be about to kill you. Instead he’s holding you in place by the jaw, not that you would have pulled back anyway, and pressing his lips roughly to yours. Open mouthed, tongue demanding, teeth clashing.

The second is requested. It’s not presented as such, it’s a calm “Kiss me.” He sits back, amused, waiting to see if you’ll do it willingly. The way he raises his brows and focuses his attention elsewhere when you take too long shows it wasn’t quite the demand it had seemed to be. You do kiss him then, slow, soft, sighing into his mouth when he opens it and waits for you to slide your tongue past his lips. The contented look he gives you after makes it feel like the first time.

Fanfic trope mash up

#💛 asks #💛 anon #ask game #sukuna x reader #my writing #coco trope mashup #ryomen sukuna x reader

[scuderiahoney]

saw this earlier this afternoon and I'm pretending this is oscar with sammy because is it !!

https://twitter.com/lestapiastri/status/1746469326989971461?s=19

+ hope you had a great monday, wishing you a wonderful week lee bee 💗

- 🐈❤‍🩹

i audibly screamed at this. look at him. the smile. the raised eyebrows. that is so Oscar & Sammy ur so right.

i don’t think I’ll ever get over this photo. i want it tattooed on the backs of my eyelids. ily thank you for sending me this.

#🐈❤️‍🩹 anon #anon #box box #op81 #ls2 #ALSO lee bee is so sweet 💛 #I wish I was good at coming up with nicknames idk what to call you!! I will think ab it

[cordeliawhohung]

Thinking about Mafia!Soap's girl

I think she's definitely a no bullshit kinda gal, working in the ER is like that. She probably knows when Soap lies to her about his job (because who just comes out and says they work for the mafia to a pretty lady they barely know) and she just gives him the "I know you're lying" mom look with one eyebrow raised, but doesn't push, just kinda waits for him to realize he can't hide anything from her. And I think that would be refreshing to Soap, who spends so much time hiding behind a screen.

Anyway, that was just a thought, sorry if I took over your brainchild that wasn't my intention. Also, may I be claim the 💛Anon? Love the way you build AUs, have a great day!

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

no because that's exactly the type of vibe i was attempting to give her in that short little drabble introducing soap and nurse!reader!!! like er nurses are hard as fuck they don't take any bullshit and really can't afford to. she first suspects that Soap is in the mafia when he makes that comment about calling him if she needs anyone taken care of. because who just fucking says that? (a man with head trauma, obviously.)

and when Soap realizes that she really does know what he does for work he's honestly a little relieved. because he can just do his shit and she's not gonna judge him for it and it's just so... nice to not have to lie for once. she becomes the mafia nurse because of that too! assuming someone hasn't sustained terrible injuries, she can suture, wrap, and all that good stuff to save the boys the trip to the ER (and save her the fucking paperwork lmao).

ugh like their relationship is going to be so much fun because she doesn't take bullshit, she can banter and avoid any situation she wants, and johnny is just head over heels for her. (even though he literally forgot who she was and she had to basically ignore him for the longest time because he was technically a patient and there's SO many boundaries around that). ah. i love them. thank you for giving me the opportunity to gush about them lmao

and of course! 💛 anon it is <3 thank you so much and have a lovely day too!

#core responds #💛 anon #mafia!soap #mafia!johnny #mafia!141 #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader

[harlowcomehome]

You’re my daddy, not his! :

Requested by my 💛 anon.

You and Jack were rushing around the house, trying to make sure that you had baby-proofed everything you needed to for safety measures.

You had already done this because of your own kids but you wanted to make extra sure your company was safe.

“I forgot what it was like to have a small baby around” Jack laughed.

Hazel was already nine and Jade was going to be four.

“I think we both did way too much but better safe than sorry” you shrugged. “Sandra said she’d be here in about an hour.”

“So in two hours then?” Jack teased.

Sandra was a friend of both of you, Jack had met her through the label and her oldest child had a lot of play dates with Hazel when they were younger. Her oldest, named Lordes was six and then Sandra just had another baby a couple months ago, so you and Jack invited her over for one of your family barbecues so everyone could meet her new addition.

“Clay said he’d be here in about fifteen minutes to start grilling” Jack smiled and you nodded.

“You know you’re capable of grilling too right?” You teased.

“Clay does it better though” he smiled, and he wasn’t wrong.

You clicked your tongue at him, shaking your head as you handed him the food that would need to be grilled.

“Daddy, can you set up the sprinkler? Please?” Hazel asked impatiently as she already had her bathing suit on.

Jade walked over to you, “I don’t wanna play in the sprinkler, I tired.” She yawned and you picked her up, resting her as best you could on your hip.

“Do you wanna take a nap? Your uncles and aunties will be here soon” you reminded her as you knew she wouldn’t remember.

“Small one” she yawned and you walked her to her room.

“Let me know if you need anything” You pushed her curls out of her face and kissed her on the forehead before quietly leaving her room.

Shortly after you left her room Clay, Urban, and Copelan showed up. “Hey, guys!” You walked over and gave them all a hug and let them know Jack was in the backyard with Hazel.

“Need help with anything?” Copelan asked you before you assured him you were fine and he joined everyone else.

Your house started to fill up with all the usual family and friends it always did, and then finally Sandra showed up. Jack was right, she was always fashionably late but you didn’t mind it.

Jade had just woken up from her nap and decided to join her sister and cousins in the backyard.

“Oh my gosh! Sandra!” You hugged her and greeted Lordes before asking to hold her new baby boy.

“Of course! Gives my arms a rest” Sandra smiled.

Jack walked inside and assured her the food was ready and to let loose and relax. She knew everyone there anyway.

You sat down on the couch, admiring the baby. “Hi Santiago, I’m y/n. I’m so glad your mommy could make it today so I could finally meet you” you whispered.

Jack sat beside you, admiring how beautiful you looked holding four-month-old Santiago.

“He’s so little” you hummed, smiling at the baby.

“He’s adorable too” Jack responded.

“Do you wanna hold him?” You looked up at Jack. He eagerly nodded, taking him from you as softly as possible.

You smiled at your husband, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the days when your babies were tiny. He had such strong paternal instincts and you found it incredibly attractive.

Santiago cooed and made small mumbling sounds but he was asleep for the most part.

“Don’t look at me like that” he half chuckled as he looked up and into your eyes.

“Why? You might mess around and give me another?” You winked and he just smiled and shook his head.

“Sometimes I think about it”’ he admitted, “but not for long, two is more than enough.”

Jack never forgot your difficult birth with Jade, and obviously you didn’t either. It traumatized you both.

“Does it make you sad that we never had a son?” You looked down at Santiago, with tears in your eyes.

“Never, I have my girls and that’s all that I need” he hummed, leaning over safely to kiss you. “You three keep me on my toes enough as it is” he laughed.

Hazel and Jade walked in quietly, “can we see the baby?” Hazel asked excitedly but Jade was more reserved.

You noticed Jade looking at Jack intensely. “Why’s daddy holding that baby?” Jade asked you, as she crawled into your lap. She was still watching her dads every move.

“This is Santiago” Jack showed both the girls but Jade remained uninterested.

“He’s so cute” Hazel giggled as she sat between both you and Jack.

“Not cute,” Jade said with a huff, “Bald.”

“Jade!” Hazel gasped.

“Don’t know why daddy is holding a baby that’s not his baby” She scooted off your lap and went and sat on the arm of the couch next to Jack.

“You don’t need to hold him” she scolded, wagging her finger at him.

You realized what was going on here and wanted to giggle but you felt genuinely bad for Jade. When Jade was born Hazel had to learn to share her parents but Jade never had that experience.

“Jade, it’s okay. Daddy is just holding him while Sandra eats” You tried to calm her emotions.

Jack wanted to comfort her, but his hands were full.

“What’s wrong with her?” Hazel whispered to you.

“Remember when Jade was born and you had to share Daddy?”

“Yeah? She doesn’t wanna share?” Hazel whispered.

“Yeah, something like that bug” you sighed.

“You’re my daddy, not- not” Her eyes filled with tears and she started to cough on her own spit.

She was about to have a full fledge Jade Harper Harlow breakdown.

“Oh shit” Hazel cussed but you were too overwhelmed to react.

“Gimme the baby” You reached your hands out to Jack and took Santiago as he stood up to comfort Jade.

“Jadey” he picked her up as she started to wail. He took her to her room as he tried not to disturb the baby.

Sandra walked in, as she heard crying. Lordes followed too. “I heard crying?”

“Jade was a little jealous after seeing her dad hold Santiago. She didn’t sleep much today.” You nervously laughed.

“Oh, she was the same way” she motioned to her daughter Lordes.

“Hazel too” You smiled and Hazel groaned.

“I don’t remember.”

“Me and Daddy definitely do though” you laughed.

You handed Santiago back to Sandra for a feeding and you went to check on Jade and Jack. Hazel went back outside to play with Lordes and her cousins.

You walked up to the door, you heard sniffling and you quietly opened the door. Jade was in Jack's lap and he was rocking her back and forth.

“You know you’re daddies baby right? I love you so much” he continued to tell her and she sniffled. She was more calm than she was a few moments ago.

“Why holding the baby? Mommy didn’t have a baby.”

“Sandra is mommy and i’s friend and she had a baby. She was just letting me and your mommy hold him.”

You sat down beside them on the bed.

“So he’s not living here?” She said excitedly looking at you both and Jack chuckled.

“No baby, he will go home with Sandra when she leaves” he reassured her.

“Ohs, he will go home? Does this mean you still loves me?”

“That’ll never change” you and Jack said in unison.

“Ohs, I feel silly now” she giggled wiping her eyes. “I go play?”

“Yes sweetheart, go play” Jack helped her off his lap and you both watched as she ran out of the room.

“I told you, the three of you keep me on my toes”’ he laughed and you scooted closer to him.

“I love how you handled that” You pulled him closer for a kiss.

“Oh really? Let me handle you next” he winked.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow imagines #dad!jack #jack harlow blurb #💛 anon

[violetsandfluff]

No Control, But Plenty Of Muffins

a/n: i’m very sorry for neglecting this ask since april. i hope you’re still around to enjoy this!! i love how it turned out (:

a/n 2.0: i forgot to schedule this for last week so happy 1d day and no more hslot day!!

contains: fluuuffffffff

wc: roughly 500

Harry’s brow furrowed with displeasure at the blinding stream of sunlight that poured into the bedroom. He could hardly open his eyes, much less stumble to the window to cinch the curtains shut in agony. He pawed around the bed blindly with the hand that wasn’t clasped desperately over his eyes and Y/N was nowhere to be found.

Throwing off the covers, he stumbled to the open door and emerged into a significantly darker hallway, where he stayed for a moment until his eyes adjusted. While he stood there, against the wall covered in a Polaroid collage of his and Y/N’s relationship, he became aware of vague voices and a rhythmic thumping.

What could Y/N possibly be doing at the crack of dawn on the Saturday morning he returned from tour?

Warily, he padded to the top of the stairs, bunching his robe around his waist as he craned an ear to listen. What he heard couldn’t help but bring a foolish smile to his face.

“Waking up beside you, I’m a loaded gun. I can’t contain this anymore. I’m all yours, I’ve got no control, no control.”

He crept contentedly down the stairs as he was met by the sweet scent wafting out of the kitchen, which Y/N was bustling around like a happy bee. She was so engrossed in her music and baking that she failed to register her half-asleep boyfriend’s footsteps making their way around the island to greet her.

Tin of freshly-baked muffins in hand, she jumped slightly as his arms enveloped her waist, cradling her against his chest as he buried a kiss in her hair.

“What’re you doin’ up so early?” he poked in a low, slightly raspy morning voice. “I didn’t even get a ‘good morning’?”

“Shoo, Harry!” she huffed, setting the muffin tin on the counter with a metallic clang. “Of course this is the one morning you wake up early.”

“Y’ made muffins,” he observed bluntly, yawning as he shuffled his feet closer to the steaming pastries.

“Thanks, captain obvious,” she sighed in amusement as she watched him reach out to grab a muffin and retract his hand when it burned the tips of his fingers.

“Patience, rockstar,” she chided with a twinkle in her eye.

Letting go of his robe, Harry scooped her up in his strong but tired arms and carried her to the couch, sitting down carefully with her in his lap.

“Oh, I’ve missed you,” he murmured against your collarbone between delicate kisses to your neck. “You wouldn’t even believe how much.”

“While you were out, annihilating venue after venue, night after night, I was watching from the virtual sidelines, cheering you on all the way.”

“I couldn’t do it without you, y/n. Seriously.”

“Awww, Harry’s being soft,” you cooed endearingly against his chest.

“You give me motivation and inspiration and determination and all of the other -ations in the English language. I love you for that.” Feeling stupidly sappy, he changed the subject. “‘S the coffee done?”

“It’s good enough,” she replied, gesturing broadly to the coffee maker on the counter, feeling color rush to your cheeks. “I already set out your favorite mug out.”

“Thank you s’much, love.” He smiled down at the countertop, genuinely touched, the sun lighting up his side profile and filling his dimple. “I’ve missed our mornings together.”

“So have I,” she admitted more than readily, filling the silence as the next song began playing. “I enjoy the half-asleep Harry who lets me baby him.”

Her boyfriend reached out his arm and pulled her into a warm embrace complete with his signature robe. With his face buried in her hair, he managed, “There’s just something about mornings. They’re almost more intimate.”

“More intimate than nights?”

A smile spread subconsciously over his face before he could prevent it. He placed his hands delicately on his cheeks to hide the blush spreading across them.

“There’s just something more intimate,” he repeated with a chuckle.

“Get out, get out, get out of my head and fall into my arms instead,” y/n’s phone played, and she couldn’t help but sing along. “I don’t, I don’t, don’t know what it is, but I need that one thing.”

Harry joined. “And you’ve got that one thing.”

~~

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#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles oneshot #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x y/n #yellow 💛 heart #flutterfly alley #🫧 anon

[tapakah0]

Guys, I saw something and need to clarify somethig since someone might think the same, I don't beg for attention, I don't need attention (that's how I always lived, seriously, I am absolutely okay without any and I don't see anything wrong in not having any if it's not a work that demands it), a lot of posts constantly that just bury your dash might be annoying and that's why I've been telling to block me, not follow me, in fact a lot of attention exhausts me very quickly, all I do here I do for myself, I love what I do, I specifically don't put a lot of tags on some posts because I've been making them mostly for myself and someone specific (for them just to see it and know that I care and love what they do, not react on it. That's why I'm sometimes sad when people pressurely tell me that I didn't react on something they created for me or didn't interact with them, I'm deeply sorry, I can't answer on them all if I don't feel like it and hope you understand it) *polite bow*

I mean, guys, we all will walk on separated roads sooner or later, but for now I wanna have as much fun as I can 🧡

There are a lot of beautiful people over here who already told that they are okay with my chaos, but there might be some knew who will be confused XDDD

#I'm not an attention kind of person and it's a bit sad when people think so #I love chaos and quiet at the same time and enjoy equivalently them both #But I have people who I care deeply about #Don't get me wrong #They can stop noticing me absolutely #Forget about me #But I still will be doing what I always was until it will be moment to walk alone #But one thing this anon told for sure that I agree with #These authors are very big for me #They are so cool that they can crash the planet *giggle* #Also I don't believe in “always” and pretty sure that I will move to somewhere different when time will come #Anyway #Good morning and have a nice and productive day everyone! *giggle* 🧡🍀💛

[2af-afterdark]

I would unironically like to thank you for reblogging those posts with Dong Gyun. That devil has singlehandedly made me go update the game and finally want to return after a very long absence. He's so cute! I need to bite him until he bleeds and then kiss it all better. God, I hope he'll be one of the S-rank devils.

—💛

He is adorable and has a one-sided crush on MC. I have adopted him and am squishing his cheeks. He is likely not one of the 72 (since those names are spoken for and Dong Gyun isn't one of them), but they could make him an S-tier card if he gets popular enough. Maybe? Honestly, I know nothing about him, but I love how the game is filling out the world with so many extra characters. We had Ppyong, Leamas, Nina, Phenomenon, and now Dong Gyun that are not part of the 72 but make the world feel more lived in.

I know nothing about Dong Gyun aside from that he has a one-sided crush on MC and must be over 3000 human years old (given that seems to be him lying in Solomon's lap in the group shot). So, you know... The usual.

#❖ 💛 anon #love letters ❤️ #talkin' whb #whb dong gyun

[sluttywonwoo]

considering the “nudes to the wrong person” concept: who in skz would absolutely not notice the wrong person message bc brain short circuits when confronted with boobs and why is it changbin -💛

you’re so right

skz hyung line reactions to “sorry wrong person” under the cut <3

bang chan

lee know

changbin

hyunjin

#answered #anon #lils 💛 #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids smau #stray kids texts #skz smau #skz texts #stray kids crack #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

[bleach-your-panties]

I know it got to be done! For Tamaki it always gonna get done;) I am also now going to dub you 'tamaki anon🐙💛'

D' from the 2020 ask!

❥⋱D - Dick: he’s gonna give you that Valentine’s Day D! What’s it like? (His dick, that is)

I'm sticking by what I said in 2020 - his dick is thicker at the base and gets leaner further down the shaft. Nice, pretty tip that's almost always flushed red. He still keeps his pubes trimmed, because he knows you love to go down on him. No mess down there; neat, dark indigo pubes that slightly cover his heavy balls. He cums a lot - it's cute to watch how they deflate (lol).

♥︎⋱F - Freaky: What’s his kink?

I could list many, but for now I'm going with impact play. He is a switch, so when he's subbing he likes for you to slap him (not too hard!) on his cheeks. As a dom, he will slap you on your ass, thighs, and your private. Especially the private if you're being bratty.

♥︎⋱V - Virginity: How was your first time with him? (Even if you didn’t lose it to him)

You most definitely lost your virginity to Tamaki and he lost his to you. HE WAS NERVOUS. It was your third year at UA and it kinda happened unplanned in his dorm room one night.

After an intense makeout session, you got a little handsy with him and started playing with his belt.

"W-wait, Bunny, I-I don't...I don't really know how to, ah-" He trailed off once you started massaging him through his boxers. He was already rock hard, so you smiled up at him sweetly.

"It's okay, Tama. We can learn together."

---

valentine a-z ©bleach-your-panties 2024. do not steal, repost, or upload my shit to tiktok! reblogs always welcome!

#tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki smut #tamaki amajiki smut #tamaki x reader smut #valentine a-z #valentine's day #valentine's day event #💗💗🍡°ask box #tamaki anon🐙💛 #byp🌹 #divider by cafekitsune #💗💗🍡°mha headcanons #💗💗🍡°mha masterlist

[onlyhuis]

Imagine sweet sweet junnie letting you put make up on him while you're sitting in his lap and he ends up looking so insanely pretty with glittery eyeshadow and cherry red lips that you're moaning at the sight and he grabs your hips to start grinding into you 'why are you moaning so prettily my love? do I look that good?' and oh wow look at that somehow you ended up butt naked with lipstick marks all over 👄

i literally fell off my bed and rolled around on the floor for an hour after reading this oh my god what did i do to deserve this anon you're criminally insane

member — junhui x f!reader genre — smut, fluff word count — 2.5k synopsis — jun wants you to put makeup on him for the party you're going to tonight, but why go out when you've got a gorgeous man right here instead? warnings — reader has a vagina and breasts, nicknames (my love, baby, sweet girl, good girl), a bit of dry humping, fingering, jun has a hair pulling kink (?), marking, briefly mentioned big dick jun, creampie (what did you expect from me), a very improper use of lipstick, established relationship, it gets really soft at times beware

“you should do my makeup,” jun says nonchalantly, sitting in the chair in the corner of your room.

you glance up at the mirror, holding his gaze in the reflection, your hand paused with your eyeshadow brush inches away from your face. “since when do you want makeup for a frat party?”

“since now.” he shrugs, leaning back against the chair and stretching out his legs. your eyes automatically fall to the empty space in his lap before darting back up to his face. “why not? it looks so pretty on you. we can match.”

you give him a look at the sudden compliment, but you set the brush down and turn around in your chair to face him. “fine. what do you want, just eyes? or the whole face?”

he runs a hand through his hair once, blond hair falling across his forehead. “up to you. but i want the lipstick you’re wearing.”

you stare at him for a second, noticing the troublemaking gleam in his eyes that hints at his true intentions. but finally you grin, grabbing the eyeshadow palette from the table and bringing it over to him. 

you could just as easily have him sit in front of the mirror like you had done, but he’s not the only one who can play games. you cross the room and sit down on one of his spread legs; to anyone else, it may seem like an innocent enough gesture, but both of you know what you’re doing. teasing.

you sweep your brush through a glittery powder, a shade not far from yours but still bright enough to stand out. he did want to match, after all. but just as you’re about to apply it to his face, you feel his hands reach out to grip your waist.

“you’re too far away,” he says casually, but you could swear you heard a whine in his voice. he tugs on your hips to draw you further up his leg. “don’t you have to get closer to do it?”

you keep as straight a face as you can as you stand up to adjust yourself, sitting back down so you’re straddling his lap with one leg on either side of his hips.

“is this better?” you ask, sinking down just a little bit more so your thigh brushes against the bulge you had suspected might be there.

he lets out a barely audible sigh as his hands trail down your waist. “mm, yeah.”

you try not to smirk as you bring your hand up to his cheek. “now close your eyes for me, junnie.”

he does as he’s told, pretty eyelashes fluttering shut as you begin to work. each brushstroke spreads the glittery substance across his lids, and you can’t help but smile as you watch his face, studying the way the shadows from the cheap yellow overhead light fall so gracefully across his cheekbones.

you rub at the corner of his eye with your thumb and then stand up, walking back over to your makeup bag. jun huffs, and in your peripheral you can see him not-so-subtly adjusting his pants.

you grab what you were looking for and sit down again, this time pushing down a little rougher on his bulge and eliciting a louder whine from his pretty lips. “forgot my eyeliner pencil,” you say coolly, resting your hand on his cheek again.

“mhm,” he says in a way that you know he doesn’t believe you, but he closes his eyes anyway.

you smudge the dark pencil at his eyelashes, giving him directions about where to look so you can apply it at the right angle, but more than once you catch him staring up at you instead. pretending like the look in his eyes doesn’t make your stomach flutter is probably the hardest thing you’ve ever done.

you finish with his eyes and sit back to admire your work, resting your full weight on his lap. he muffles a groan, but neither of you mention it.

finally, you bring out the finishing touch: the lipstick he’d been admiring earlier. and by admiring, you mean he’s been staring at your lips for the better part of the last hour.

“why are we even going to this party, anyway?” he asks, and you scoff, telling him to stay still as you press the bright red stick to his lips in careful strokes.

“why else do we go to parties? because it’s almost the end of the semester, and i wanna get drunk and make out with mildly attractive guys.”

“well, i’m right here,” he says with a laugh once you give him the go ahead, rubbing his lips together at your instruction. “and i’d argue i look way more attractive than anybody at that party.”

“mm, i’d have to agree. i am a pretty good makeup artist, aren’t i?”

“you are, but you know what would make it even better?” he asks.

you shake your head, waiting for him to tell you. but he doesn’t tell you. instead he cups his hands behind your head and draws your face towards his, pressing his lips against yours. his mouth moves slowly at first but his kisses turn rough when you start kissing him back, lips parting slightly to give him better access.

but just as you start to melt into him he pulls away, studying your face as you exhale deeply. his lipstick is smeared across his chin and you’re certain yours is now too, but you couldn’t care less about what you look like when jun is sitting in front of you looking absolutely fucking delectable.

“now you look perfect,” he says under his breath, and you let out a gasp when his grip on your waist turns tighter, holding you down against his lap so you can feel every part of him. you’re sure he must be able to feel your throbbing heat through his pants, but he doesn’t say anything; he just pulls you back in, his sloppy kisses settling on your lips.

he grinds his hips up against you, slowly, experimentally, and you moan into his mouth in response. you can feel his lips turn upwards into a smile at the sound, clearly pleased with your reaction. whimpers escape you as you chase his lips, desperate for more of him.

his hands that were guiding your hips at first have stopped and you move your hips continuously on your own now, practically riding him over his clothes as you grind across his lap. he pulls away again suddenly, leaving you panting for breath once more.

“why are you moaning so prettily, my love? do i look that good?” he asks. his tone is innocent, though he knows exactly the answer to his question, gleefully ignoring everything you’ve just been doing as he teases you.

“jun,” you breathe out his name, both a plea and a question.

“yes, my pretty baby?”

you moan out loud at his words, and in response he attaches his lips to your neck and begins to suck at your skin. you can feel the waxy stickiness of his lipstick on your neck, and you inhale sharply as one of his hands starts to dip into your pants.

“tell me what you want, my love,” he says, lifting his lips away from your neck for a moment to speak.

your breath hitches as his fingertips brush across the skin beneath your belly button, his touch far too light to do anything but still more than enough to drive you wild. “want you, jun…” you repeat his name, and he hums, fingers skimming lower until you can feel the tip of his finger run through your folds once.

“so wet for me, baby. all this just from me wearing makeup? you’re dripping all over my hand, sweet girl.”

you let out an impatient whine, and he presses another kiss to your stained lips. his eyes raise to meet yours again, and after what feels like an eternity he nods, and your hands jump into action, eager to free yourself from your clothes.

the party and the makeup you spent so much time on are both long forgotten as you fumble to pull your top off. jun smiles, his hands circling around you to grab underneath your ass and hoist you up as he stands up from the chair. he tosses you on the bed in one swift motion as your shirt falls to the floor.

you kick off your pants and jun unbuttons his jeans, climbing on top of you as you tug his shirt up and over his head. immediately his lips attach to your breast, the remnants of his lipstick leaving bright red marks across your skin as his teeth skim over your nipple before moving on to your other breast.

you look down at him and moan at the sight as he works his way across your chest, a trail of red leading down your body as he kisses his way down to your stomach.

you dart out a hand to pull at his hair, stopping him from going any further, and he moans, leaning his head back to strain his hair in your grip.

“you’re not eating me out with lipstick on, junnie,” you say, and he huffs like he’s disappointed but he accepts it, moving up your lipstick-covered body to kiss you once more. 

he hovers over you, almost laying at your side with how close he is to you, and you crane your neck up to meet his lips again. his hand slides down to poke at your entrance and slips one finger into you, then quickly adds a second when he meets no resistance. you gasp and let go of his hair, hands falling to clutch at the sheets beneath you instead, but he pulls his fingers out and hums at your action, displeased.

you find his eyes and study his expression as he grabs your wrists and places your hands back on his head. you can feel his fingers that were just inside you smear your wetness across your forearm. 

“want you to pull on it,” he says by way of explanation, and you nod, winding your fingers through his soft locks. “good girl,” he says softly, and gently he pushes back into you, drawing another whine from your lips.

his pace starts slow, but his hand quickly speeds up when you tighten your fingers in his hair. it’s too easy how he finds the perfect angle that has your eyes rolling back, building you up until you can’t hold back anymore and you’re clenching so hard around him he can barely pull his fingers out to push them back into you.

he doesn’t let up, adding a third finger and bending his thumb to rub at your clit, and before you can say anything to let him know, the coil that’s been building in your abdomen snaps and you’re gushing around his fingers as you let out a constant stream of whines and whimpers, stumbling through your high.

if your ears weren’t already ringing from how powerful your orgasm was, then they’re ringing from hearing the praises that fall from jun’s mouth, telling you what a good girl you are for him and cooing about how beautiful you look all covered in marks.

when you’ve come back down to earth enough to continue, he sits back on his heels, pumping his cock with one hand before he lines himself up with your dripping pussy. he pushes into you, the girth of his cock creating more resistance than his fingers did but still fitting snugly inside you.

you lean your head back and moan, consumed by the feeling of being so perfectly full that it’s hard to focus on anything else but how good he feels. he waits for a moment, feeling you clench so tightly around him as you adjust to his size, and as he waits he takes the time to look at you. 

your face, half covered in lipstick but your features scrunched up in pleasure in that familiar way he could see with his eyes closed. in fact, he does see it when his eyes are closed; whenever you’re not around and he recalls each perfect time you’ve had together, and he pictures the face you’re making right now and he knows how good he’s making you feel, the only one making you feel like this, and how good you make him feel, too. predictable in the very best way.

he feels your fingers lace through his hair and tug gently, and it brings him back to this moment, here and now, your eyes silently telling him—no, begging him—to move.

so, of course, he complies. his hips push against you once, twice, setting a slow but deliberate pace that has you right up at the edge already with hardly anything from him. just the feeling of him inside you is all you could ever want, all you could ever need. 

you moan his name and he responds with a sharp thrust that makes you yelp but feels better than anything you’ve ever felt before. you push your fingertips into his scalp, and he speeds up, nearly doubling his pace. you clench your muscles around him and he lets out a yelp of his own, his rhythm faltering for a second but he recovers quickly.

it’s not long before his hips begin to stutter, signaling his coming orgasm. he leans forward and puts his arms on either side of your head, caging you in with his forearms. he’s so close you can feel his breath on your face, see the dried clumps of lipstick on his cheek. 

he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear with his thumb before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. at this new angle you can feel him so much better, and the gentleness of his kiss is enough to make you fall apart all over again.

he captures your moans in his mouth as he pushes into you a last few times before his own orgasm hits and he’s burying himself as deep into you as he can go, your pussy spasming around him as his cum fills you up.

he collapses next to you, his cock beginning to soften inside you, and you both lay there panting for breath, sweaty and dirty and content.

it takes a while to scrub the makeup off your skin, but you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your time than throwing a makeup wipe at jun’s face and giggling as he chases you around the room, still naked. but eventually the lipstick smudges come off and a warm shower relaxes your bodies, and you help each other pull on pajamas and make a snack and a couple mugs of tea.

“are you disappointed we missed the party?” he asks once you’re in bed together, tracing his fingers along your arm.

you had completely forgot about the party, the reason you had even put makeup on him in the first place. “there’ll be other parties,” you sigh. “besides, you’re prettier than any frat boy i could ever meet.”

“with the makeup?” he asks.

“without the makeup.”

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[swiftmitsu]

Mitsu will you go on a picnic with me 👉👈

Silly goober anon

WAAAA💥⁉️⁉️

m-

MY FIRST DATE?!!

anon, you brave little thing💛

i have personally prepared the picnic and cooked up everything just for you HEHE

#mitsuasks #anon #you silly little goober you #took my first date mweheheh #/silly #>:) 💛 #leans on wall with rizz #i know romance i swear #whyd i work hard on drawing this