Imagine if in "3 pink roses mean i love you" gojo will give nanami a surprise visit (ofc because we know he wouldnt ever agree to let gojo step a foot in his home) & gojo doesn't know he's away from home & the mc is home & let's him in because gojo somehow convinced the mc that they're good buddies & nanami comes home & is furious to find gojo & her sitting at the counter having a coffee & baked goods & having a good laugh about gojo & nanami's high school experience... & that SOMEHOW leads to nanami making the first move on her đ
I've been thinking about this for a while hehe
Btw I'm really enjoying the series so far, I'm absolutely in love with the way you write!
Hi anon!
Youâre actually not that far off đ (soon to be spoiler) but we will get a surprise interaction with gojo and the reader!! Itâs not like Gojo doesnât already surprise knock on Nanamiâs door or send him surprise prank DoorDashesđ We love Gojo because heâs going to be one of our biggest motivators in this series I love him smđđ
Thank you so much for your kind words!! It means so much Iâm đ„șđ„șđđ
Please share more of your thoughts!! I love listening to them- itâs really a joy and pleasant to see :,) Iâll be updating a new chapter soon -hopefully this week?-
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thinking about ji coming home from the studio hyped as fuck knowing he made another banger and he wants to celebrate but youâre 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 donât wake up. hnnng. -đ
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 theyâd 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 theyâd save it for the next comeback, the next album, the next single. they wouldâve 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.
âitâs getting late, you should get home if you want to ride that high,â 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 didnât try to deny what his leader was implying because they both knew it was true. changbin even threw in an (un)helpful âgo easy on her!â 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 doesnât drink often so heâs 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. youâre even snoring softly. he shouldâve asked his driver to go faster⊠but he didnât want to stress the guy out. he doesnât even know how long youâve been asleep so it mightâve 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 couldnât 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 isnât 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 youâre⊠completely naked under there? jisungâs dick twitches at the thought.
heâd taken a cold shower in an effort to resolve his⊠excitement but it didnât really help. heâs still half-hard and the idea that youâd 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? youâd talked about it beforeâ several times, actually. your sex drives are pretty equal, which is kind of surprising considering how horny jisung is. but since heâs always working, you donât get much time to indulge each other in that way. at least, not as much time as youâd like.
a solution youâd 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 youâre naked in the bed you shared and his cock is starting to ache with how hard he isâŠ
âfuck it.â
he decides against pajamas for the time being and crawls into bed with you. if youâre already naked he might as well be too.
jisung lets out a sigh of relief when you donât wake up to the movement of the mattress. you shift a bit in your sleep as he gets settled but thatâs it.
your warmth draws your boyfriend in, closer and closer until heâs practically spooning you. heâs hardly breathing because heâs 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 youâre already wet.
fuck, had you fallen asleep touching yourself?
âwere your own fingers not enough, baby?â he whispers, condescension dripping from his voice even though you canât hear a word heâs saying. âdonât worry, iâll take care of you.â
jisung still wants to make sure youâre stretched enough for him so he slips one finger inside of you, then two. theyâre 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 doesnât push you over the edge because he knows cumming will definitely wake you up. once heâs 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, itâs 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 heâs woken you up.
he doesnât start moving again until your breathing evens out, caressing your thigh with his calloused palm to soothe you as he builds momentum.
itâs a lot slower than the sex you usually have but itâll definitely be enough for jisung to cum. just the idea of fucking you in your sleep turns him on so much that heâs having trouble holding back even now when heâs barely started.
âso wet for me, baby. need me all the time, huh? even in your dreams.â
âji?â
fuck, heâd 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. âshhh, baby itâs okay. go back to sleep.â
âwhen did you get home? did you finish the song? ah- what⊠what are you doing?â
you know what heâs doing, even in your half-awake state. still, you want to hear him say it.
âiâm um⊠i, do you want me to stop?â
you shake your head and let your eyes fall shut again.
âdonât stop, feels good.â
âthank god,â 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.
âwe finished the song, baby,â he tells you between kisses to your neck. ârushed home to celebrate with you.â
âiâm s-sorry i fell asleep!â you whine.
ânothing to be sorry for, my love. came home and found you all wet and needy⊠worked out perfectly, wouldnât you say?â
âi missed you,â is the only response you offer.
âyeah? were you wishing it was me touching you instead of yourself?â
âyes,â you whimper, âcouldnât⊠couldnât cum.â
jisung pouts and lets the expression seep into his voice. âpoor thing. i bet you were so frustrated.â
âmhm.â
âwhat about now though, baby? think you can cum for me?â
you nod, almost head butting your boyfriend.
ââm so closeâŠâ
âalready?â
âi woke up with your dick inside me, what do you want from me?â
jisung laughs. âsorry, babe. youâre right. should we cum together? do you think you can hold it a little longer?â
âiâll try,â you promise.
âthatâs my girl.â
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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 coldâŠ..he had to fight off three of his brothers just to make it back to your roomâŠ
huge thank you to @akuzonprime !!! for inspiring this timestamp post!!! I love her posts soso much (>âoâ)> âĄ
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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. heâs been the most interesting mer-person by far.
he says he doesnât 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 doesnât get sunburnt but demands that you set up an umbrella for him.
truly the most annoying of his kind, but he owns it.
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THE UMBRELLA PART IS KILLING MEEE HE'S SO SPOILED đ
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!
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GASP first kiss with sukuna pleaseđđđ
đ oooh this one became more of a blurb/drabble than anything lol
You could pinpoint two very different âfirst kissesâ with Ryomen Sukuna. The first is stolen, when you donât expect it. Heâs baring his teeth, fire in his eyes, and when he approaches you honestly think he may just be about to kill you. Instead heâs 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. Itâs not presented as such, itâs a calm âKiss me.â He sits back, amused, waiting to see if youâll do it willingly. The way he raises his brows and focuses his attention elsewhere when you take too long shows it wasnât 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
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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 đ
- đâ€âđ©č
i audibly screamed at this. look at him. the smile. the raised eyebrows. that is so Oscar & Sammy ur so right.
i donât think Iâll ever get over this photo. i want it tattooed on the backs of my eyelids. ily thank you for sending me this.
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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 đAnon? 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! đ anon it is <3 thank you so much and have a lovely day too!
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Youâre my daddy, not his! :
Requested by my đ 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.
âI forgot what it was like to have a small baby aroundâ Jack laughed.
Hazel was already nine and Jade was going to be four.
âI think we both did way too much but better safe than sorryâ you shrugged. âSandra said sheâd be here in about an hour.â
âSo in two hours then?â 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.
âClay said heâd be here in about fifteen minutes to start grillingâ Jack smiled and you nodded.
âYou know youâre capable of grilling too right?â You teased.
âClay does it better thoughâ he smiled, and he wasnât wrong.
You clicked your tongue at him, shaking your head as you handed him the food that would need to be grilled.
âDaddy, can you set up the sprinkler? Please?â Hazel asked impatiently as she already had her bathing suit on.
Jade walked over to you, âI donât wanna play in the sprinkler, I tired.â She yawned and you picked her up, resting her as best you could on your hip.
âDo you wanna take a nap? Your uncles and aunties will be here soonâ you reminded her as you knew she wouldnât remember.
âSmall oneâ she yawned and you walked her to her room.
âLet me know if you need anythingâ 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. âHey, guys!â You walked over and gave them all a hug and let them know Jack was in the backyard with Hazel.
âNeed help with anything?â 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 didnât mind it.
Jade had just woken up from her nap and decided to join her sister and cousins in the backyard.
âOh my gosh! Sandra!â You hugged her and greeted Lordes before asking to hold her new baby boy.
âOf course! Gives my arms a restâ 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. âHi Santiago, Iâm y/n. Iâm so glad your mommy could make it today so I could finally meet youâ you whispered.
Jack sat beside you, admiring how beautiful you looked holding four-month-old Santiago.
âHeâs so littleâ you hummed, smiling at the baby.
âHeâs adorable tooâ Jack responded.
âDo you wanna hold him?â You looked up at Jack. He eagerly nodded, taking him from you as softly as possible.
You smiled at your husband, youâd be lying if you said you didnât 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.
âDonât look at me like thatâ he half chuckled as he looked up and into your eyes.
âWhy? You might mess around and give me another?â You winked and he just smiled and shook his head.
âSometimes I think about itââ he admitted, âbut not for long, two is more than enough.â
Jack never forgot your difficult birth with Jade, and obviously you didnât either. It traumatized you both.
âDoes it make you sad that we never had a son?â You looked down at Santiago, with tears in your eyes.
âNever, I have my girls and thatâs all that I needâ he hummed, leaning over safely to kiss you. âYou three keep me on my toes enough as it isâ he laughed.
Hazel and Jade walked in quietly, âcan we see the baby?â Hazel asked excitedly but Jade was more reserved.
You noticed Jade looking at Jack intensely. âWhyâs daddy holding that baby?â Jade asked you, as she crawled into your lap. She was still watching her dads every move.
âThis is Santiagoâ Jack showed both the girls but Jade remained uninterested.
âHeâs so cuteâ Hazel giggled as she sat between both you and Jack.
âNot cute,â Jade said with a huff, âBald.â
âJade!â Hazel gasped.
âDonât know why daddy is holding a baby thatâs not his babyâ She scooted off your lap and went and sat on the arm of the couch next to Jack.
âYou donât need to hold himâ 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.
âJade, itâs okay. Daddy is just holding him while Sandra eatsâ You tried to calm her emotions.
Jack wanted to comfort her, but his hands were full.
âWhatâs wrong with her?â Hazel whispered to you.
âRemember when Jade was born and you had to share Daddy?â
âYeah? She doesnât wanna share?â Hazel whispered.
âYeah, something like that bugâ you sighed.
âYouâre my daddy, not- notâ 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.
âOh shitâ Hazel cussed but you were too overwhelmed to react.
âGimme the babyâ You reached your hands out to Jack and took Santiago as he stood up to comfort Jade.
âJadeyâ 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. âI heard crying?â
âJade was a little jealous after seeing her dad hold Santiago. She didnât sleep much today.â You nervously laughed.
âOh, she was the same wayâ she motioned to her daughter Lordes.
âHazel tooâ You smiled and Hazel groaned.
âI donât remember.â
âMe and Daddy definitely do thoughâ 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.
âYou know youâre daddies baby right? I love you so muchâ he continued to tell her and she sniffled. She was more calm than she was a few moments ago.
âWhy holding the baby? Mommy didnât have a baby.â
âSandra is mommy and iâs friend and she had a baby. She was just letting me and your mommy hold him.â
You sat down beside them on the bed.
âSo heâs not living here?â She said excitedly looking at you both and Jack chuckled.
âNo baby, he will go home with Sandra when she leavesâ he reassured her.
âOhs, he will go home? Does this mean you still loves me?â
âThatâll never changeâ you and Jack said in unison.
âOhs, I feel silly nowâ she giggled wiping her eyes. âI go play?â
âYes sweetheart, go playâ Jack helped her off his lap and you both watched as she ran out of the room.
âI told you, the three of you keep me on my toesââ he laughed and you scooted closer to him.
âI love how you handled thatâ You pulled him closer for a kiss.
âOh really? Let me handle you nextâ he winked.
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No Control, But Plenty Of Muffins
a/n: iâm very sorry for neglecting this ask since april. i hope youâre 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
Harryâs 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 wasnât 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/Nâs 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 couldnât help but bring a foolish smile to his face.
âWaking up beside you, Iâm a loaded gun. I canât contain this anymore. Iâm all yours, Iâve got no control, no control.â
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 boyfriendâs 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.
âWhatâre you doinâ up so early?â he poked in a low, slightly raspy morning voice. âI didnât even get a âgood morningâ?â
âShoo, Harry!â she huffed, setting the muffin tin on the counter with a metallic clang. âOf course this is the one morning you wake up early.â
âYâ made muffins,â he observed bluntly, yawning as he shuffled his feet closer to the steaming pastries.
âThanks, captain obvious,â 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.
âPatience, rockstar,â 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.
âOh, Iâve missed you,â he murmured against your collarbone between delicate kisses to your neck. âYou wouldnât even believe how much.â
âWhile you were out, annihilating venue after venue, night after night, I was watching from the virtual sidelines, cheering you on all the way.â
âI couldnât do it without you, y/n. Seriously.â
âAwww, Harryâs being soft,â you cooed endearingly against his chest.
âYou give me motivation and inspiration and determination and all of the other -ations in the English language. I love you for that.â Feeling stupidly sappy, he changed the subject. ââS the coffee done?â
âItâs good enough,â she replied, gesturing broadly to the coffee maker on the counter, feeling color rush to your cheeks. âI already set out your favorite mug out.â
âThank you sâmuch, love.â He smiled down at the countertop, genuinely touched, the sun lighting up his side profile and filling his dimple. âIâve missed our mornings together.â
âSo have I,â she admitted more than readily, filling the silence as the next song began playing. âI enjoy the half-asleep Harry who lets me baby him.â
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, âThereâs just something about mornings. Theyâre almost more intimate.â
âMore intimate than nights?â
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.
âThereâs just something more intimate,â he repeated with a chuckle.
âGet out, get out, get out of my head and fall into my arms instead,â y/nâs phone played, and she couldnât help but sing along. âI donât, I donât, donât know what it is, but I need that one thing.â
Harry joined. âAnd youâve got that one thing.â
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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 đ§Ą
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
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I know it got to be done! For Tamaki it always gonna get done;) I am also now going to dub you 'tamaki anonđđ'
D' from the 2020 ask!
â„â±D - Dick: heâs gonna give you that Valentineâs Day D! Whatâs 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).
â„ïžâ±F - Freaky: Whatâs 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.
â„ïžâ±V - Virginity: How was your first time with him? (Even if you didnât 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."
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considering the ânudes to the wrong personâ 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 -đ
youâre so right
skz hyung line reactions to âsorry wrong personâ under the cut <3
bang chan
lee know
changbin
hyunjin
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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 đ
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 â junhui x f!reader
genre â smut, fluff
word count â 2.5k
synopsis â 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 â 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
âyou should do my makeup,â 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. âsince when do you want makeup for a frat party?â
âsince now.â 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. âwhy not? it looks so pretty on you. we can match.â
you give him a look at the sudden compliment, but you set the brush down and turn around in your chair to face him. âfine. what do you want, just eyes? or the whole face?â
he runs a hand through his hair once, blond hair falling across his forehead. âup to you. but i want the lipstick youâre wearing.â
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.Â
you could just as easily have him sit in front of the mirror like you had done, but heâs 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 youâre 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 youâre about to apply it to his face, you feel his hands reach out to grip your waist.
âyouâre too far away,â 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. âdonât you have to get closer to do it?â
you keep as straight a face as you can as you stand up to adjust yourself, sitting back down so youâre straddling his lap with one leg on either side of his hips.
âis this better?â 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. âmm, yeah.â
you try not to smirk as you bring your hand up to his cheek. ânow close your eyes for me, junnie.â
he does as heâs told, pretty eyelashes fluttering shut as you begin to work. each brushstroke spreads the glittery substance across his lids, and you canât 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. âforgot my eyeliner pencil,â you say coolly, resting your hand on his cheek again.
âmhm,â he says in a way that you know he doesnât 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 doesnât make your stomach flutter is probably the hardest thing youâve 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 heâd been admiring earlier. and by admiring, you mean heâs been staring at your lips for the better part of the last hour.
âwhy are we even going to this party, anyway?â he asks, and you scoff, telling him to stay still as you press the bright red stick to his lips in careful strokes.
âwhy else do we go to parties? because itâs almost the end of the semester, and i wanna get drunk and make out with mildly attractive guys.â
âwell, iâm right here,â he says with a laugh once you give him the go ahead, rubbing his lips together at your instruction. âand iâd argue i look way more attractive than anybody at that party.â
âmm, iâd have to agree. i am a pretty good makeup artist, arenât i?â
âyou are, but you know what would make it even better?â he asks.
you shake your head, waiting for him to tell you. but he doesnât 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 youâre certain yours is now too, but you couldnât care less about what you look like when jun is sitting in front of you looking absolutely fucking delectable.
ânow you look perfect,â 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. youâre sure he must be able to feel your throbbing heat through his pants, but he doesnât 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.
âwhy are you moaning so prettily, my love? do i look that good?â he asks. his tone is innocent, though he knows exactly the answer to his question, gleefully ignoring everything youâve just been doing as he teases you.
âjun,â you breathe out his name, both a plea and a question.
âyes, my pretty baby?â
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.
âtell me what you want, my love,â 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. âwant you, junâŠâ you repeat his name, and he hums, fingers skimming lower until you can feel the tip of his finger run through your folds once.
âso wet for me, baby. all this just from me wearing makeup? youâre dripping all over my hand, sweet girl.â
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.
âyouâre not eating me out with lipstick on, junnie,â you say, and he huffs like heâs disappointed but he accepts it, moving up your lipstick-covered body to kiss you once more.Â
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.Â
âwant you to pull on it,â he says by way of explanation, and you nod, winding your fingers through his soft locks. âgood girl,â 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. itâs too easy how he finds the perfect angle that has your eyes rolling back, building you up until you canât hold back anymore and youâre clenching so hard around him he can barely pull his fingers out to push them back into you.
he doesnât 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 thatâs been building in your abdomen snaps and youâre gushing around his fingers as you let out a constant stream of whines and whimpers, stumbling through your high.
if your ears werenât already ringing from how powerful your orgasm was, then theyâre ringing from hearing the praises that fall from junâs mouth, telling you what a good girl you are for him and cooing about how beautiful you look all covered in marks.
when youâve 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 itâs 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.Â
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 youâre not around and he recalls each perfect time youâve had together, and he pictures the face youâre making right now and he knows how good heâs 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 himâno, begging himâto 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.Â
you moan his name and he responds with a sharp thrust that makes you yelp but feels better than anything youâve 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.
itâs 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. heâs so close you can feel his breath on your face, see the dried clumps of lipstick on his cheek.Â
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 heâs 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 couldnât think of a better way to spend your time than throwing a makeup wipe at junâs 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.
âare you disappointed we missed the party?â he asks once youâre 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. âthereâll be other parties,â you sigh. âbesides, youâre prettier than any frat boy i could ever meet.â
âwith the makeup?â he asks.
âwithout the makeup.â
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Mitsu will you go on a picnic with me đđ
Silly goober anon
WAAAAđ„âïžâïž
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MY FIRST DATE?!!
anon, you brave little thingđ
i have personally prepared the picnic and cooked up everything just for you HEHE
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Not sure if this is too specific, but maybe a cozy Twilight Sparkle studying or reading a book or similar, for your open requests?
-đ©·đ anon
A Twi in these trying times?
I would've done even more but Im trying to not overdo it with these lol. And if I commit to a background I would want to commit
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