[syrndollie]

🐆 kay. eighteen. she/her. black writer. college student. southern girl. nfl/nba lover. michael & beyonce enthusiast. monster high. queen charlotte. anything black or cheetah print. juicy couture.

💋 i write for jaafar, jermajesty, randy jr. the rest of the jackson’s are coming soon <3. nfl & nba players in the near future! i write for black women in mind and no I won’t write for no one else! basic dni criteria! masterlist.

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[syrndollie]

just a thought about Jaafar making you squirt on him and his new facial hair.

Jaafar and that facial hair has me overly going #needthat

(18+) oral & jaafar being a munch.

your shorts and panties were discarded somewhere in the living room, you were laid out on the sectional—your legs were being stretched past their limit as Jaafar pushed them back to your shoulders as he sloppily made out with your wet pussy. The sound of Jaafar lapping up your juices, his muffled groans, and your loud whines sounded straight from Twitter.

your body coated in a soft sheen of sweat, chest heaving like a madman as you attempted to push Jaafar’s head away, he pulled back enough to where you could feel his facial hair tickling you. “Stop running and let me eat.” You couldn’t even get your words out in time, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pushed his face back to your pussy, and continued to administer his assault. “J—a whine seeped from your lips. “‘s too much.”

Jaafar ignored your cries, lapping his tongue around your clit, adding light suction. The sensation sent tingles down your spine making your lower half jerk softly—a small amount of your slick dripped out of you, creating a small puddle, leaving a spot on the couch. A sharp gasp filled the room as you felt two of his long fingers slide deep in you, curling them, making them hit that spot. “Jaafarrr-fuck, feels good.” you moaned, lifting your head up slightly just to see Jaafar's eyes locked on you as if you were his prey, the dark feral look in his eyes made you feel weak, making your head drop back down and push him deeper into you—his facial hair now prickling at your skin, making you shudder at the feeling.

Jaafar unexpectedly added a third finger, angling his fingers even deeper, now pounding at your g-spot, and repeatedly flicking his tongue at your swollen clit—his movements made your mouth fall slack, a choked moan filled the room as your orgasm came crashing down on you making your legs shake harshly, leaving your toes curled tight as ever.

normally Jaafar would let you recover, easing up to let you calm down—fuck you were so wrong; Jaafar didn’t even flinch at your abrupt orgasm, he simply pushed your legs back further, now your trembling legs are at your ears, he buried himself deeper into your pussy, slurping up your release. Jaafar couldn’t help but be completely drunk off your pussy—muffled groans fell from his wet mouth like a waterfall, the lower half of his face completely drenched in your juices; he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, watching you completely fall apart from his deadly tongue and fingers.

you felt the coil in your stomach tighten once again, but this time it felt stronger, hotter—becoming hard to control. Your slick poured out profusely, your wet walls now clenching around his fingers; it felt like you couldn’t breathe as you let out short gasps, your hand gripped at Jaafar’s hair, yanking it harshly. “J—f-fuck, I gotta pee,” you whined out, knowing that pressure could pop at any moment. Jaafar pulled back just a little, his fingers still moving in and out of you constantly. “It’s not pee, baby.” A deep chuckle left Jaafar, and that sound sent a shiver down your spine, making your legs quiver a little harder.

“go ahead and make a mess on me.” He smiled at you, the hair on his face completely soaked and glistening. Jaafar bent back down giving your pussy a sloppy, wet kiss and with that one gesture—that pressure in your stomach finally gave way, you let out a loud sob that would give yall a noise complaint; your body locked up, the white of your eyes showing, and your toes balled up tight like a fist as small yet harsh gushes spurted out of you, soaking Jaafar’s fingers and his face. Gurgled and choked moans barely made it from your mouth as Jaafar took his thumb and played with your swollen nub, letting you ride out your high.

When you finally came to your senses, your body shivered as if you were dipped into ice cold water, your bottom half now wet and when you finally opened your eyes, the sight before you almost sent another orgasm rolling through you—Jaafar now sat up on his knees, three of his fingers in his mouth as he sucked them clean and his face all shiny from your cum and squirt, the hair on his face ten times more attractive.

Jaafar's eyes never left you once as he licked his fingers, once he pulled them out, a smirk crept on his face, noticing the way you were looking at him; as if he was reading your mind, he leaned down to kiss you. His other hand wrapped around your throat softly as he sloppily made out with you, teeth clashing together, swapping spit, and you tasting yourself on his lips made another whine seep through the nasty kiss.

He pulled back, a small string of spit connecting between the both of you, a small subtle grunt rumbled from Jaafar’s chest as he enjoyed the sight. Breathlessly he spoke

“guess I’m keeping the new look huh?”

wrote this and it’s almost 4:30am and half sleep. it was never supposed to be this long, if it don’t make sense, I’ll fix it; goodnight🌚

[devinemist]

[prettyangeliczz]

oh long hair jaafar, you are so loved by me.

[syrndollie]

𝓓𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: what was once a lovely day out turned sour after an unexpected guest ruined your mood, and now Jermajesty gets the repercussions.

𝓽𝔀: reader pops jermajesty in the mouth, idk angst? jealousy, smut (18+), mean!jermajesty, overstimulation, dumbification, dacryphilia if you squint, squirting, use of y/n (twice), usage of the n-word.

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: since mr sexy man fed us yesterday, cheers to that. excuse any mistakes!

This content does NOT contain AI and may not be used to train AI

“She barely even touched me, it wasn’t anything serious.” The words casually fell out of Jermajesty’s mouth like it was nothing. you froze where you stood, you could only stare at Jermajesty as if he grown 3 heads. “the bitch literally wrapped her nasty ass fingers around your neck just to give you this friendly hug, but she barely touched you?” you harshly rolled your eyes as your fingers created fake quotation marks when you said friendly, “Jermajesty please get the hell out of my face with that.”

You and Jermajesty both had three days off from work. He decided to take you out for the day—a lunch date and to go shopping, everything was going wonderfully until y’all entered one of the outlet stores in the mall when one of Jermajesty’s old classmates spotted him. “Oh my gosh, maj is that you?” Jermajesty turned around and a bright smile jumped across his face, as he dropped your hand to walk closer to the girl.

“Oh shit Naomi, wassup girl.” Naomi closed the gap to give him a not-so-friendly hug, wrapping both arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I can’t believe it’s you, how have you been?” Jermajesty asked while pulling back, a wide grin still slapped on his face. Naomi and Jermajesty fell into conversation without a care in the world.

You stood behind them, your face blank as your brain tried to wrap around what the hell just transpired directly in your face. The big grin on his face, the hug, and the flirty look that was plastered on Naomi’s face—once everything finally registered in your head, a deep mug dropped on your face. You stepped from behind Jermajesty to stand right beside him—once you came into view, Naomi’s sentence trailed off and her smile fell, a frown was now on her face. “Oh- who is this maj?”

Jermajesty turned to look at you, his face dropping once he saw the expression on your face. ‘oh fuck’, Jermajesty mumbled under his breath. “this is my lovely girlfriend, y/n.” he introduced you to Naomi, quickly throwing a smile back on his face. “y/n, this is Naomi, we went to college together.” you glanced at him with a mean glare before turning towards the girl who is now lowkey mugging you. “hello Naomi, nice to meet you.” your words completely bland, uninterested in talking to the girl.

Before she can get another word out, you speak once more, “Well, my man would love to stay and chit-chat with you but we’re on a time schedule, tell her bye maj.” Jermajesty could tell that you were in no mood for any back talk, so he quietly nodded as he grabbed your hand. “Nice talking to you Mi, hope to see you again soon.” Before Naomi could get her thoughts together, you dragged Jermajesty out of the store.

Once you made it away from the store, you dropped your hand from Jermajesty’s, bags crackling together at the force. “Mama, I know you’re mad but—“ his words were cut short when you stopped walking and slowly turned your head with an eerie smile. “Mad? Who said I was mad?” The calmness in your voice sent a harsh shiver through his spine, making him subtly flinch. Jermajesty's mouth opened but not a sound came out, you turned around and continued walking towards the exit. Jermajesty trailed behind you like a child who just got into trouble with their parents.

The ride home was no better—you angled your body tightly towards the passenger door, wanting to be as far away from him as possible, arms tightly crossed, and a scowl permanently etched on your face. Jermajesty knew there was no getting out of this. He could only hope that he could talk to you and eventually make it up to you—boy was he wrong as ever.

That’s how you both ended up in the kitchen, with you trying to get your point through Jermajesty’s thick skull but the point just bounced around in his head, not even sticking.

But the words “it wasn’t anything serious” bounced around your head and stuck like glue. “Jermajesty, how would you feel if one of my classmates gave me a hug like Ned did to you?” You tilted your head, secretly hoping he would say some stupid shit so you could go upside his head. Jermajesty held in a laugh from the name you gave Naomi but he knew this was no laughing matter, “I’d lowkey be pissed if any man hugged you, but me and Naomi are old friends, nothing to it.” You turned your head to the left, looking at the imaginary camera hoping that this shit was a prank—you turned your head back towards the idiotic fool in front of you, taking a deep breath as you felt irritation boiling beneath your skin.

“Obviously you’re not understanding my fucking point, so maybe I’ll go call up Jaafar or even Randy and let them hug me like that, and see what would happen.” the words that spilled from your mouth felt like poisonous venom to Jermajesty and now a look of shock and agitation appeared on his face. “dude, you’re bringing my brothers into this shit now? You’re so fucking dramatic.” The words barely lingered in the air for 10 seconds as the back of your hand flew towards Jermajesty’s mouth, smacking him with some force.

You quickly drew your hand back as both hands flopped by your side and your eyes wide as ever, shocked at your own actions. Jermajesty's right hand flew to his mouth in shock and in slight pain from the quick slap—once he removed his hand, there was a slight trace of blood on his fingers. His eyes quickly shot up to yours, his face frowned in anger.

Your breathing picked up as you were lowkey scared of what could happen next, so you attempted to apologize. “Baby, I’m so—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence, Jermajesty’s voice sliced through the air, “You putting your hands on niggas now? ok, heard that.” Your hands began to shake gently at his voice, knowing that your ass is completely grass.

“Get your ass up them steps and in the room now, I’m not playing with you.”

“pa-hic- its too much” you sob out, as the sound of your wet pussy and Jermajesty’s pelvis harshly slamming against your ass fills the room. Jermajesty rolls his eyes at your cries and pushes your head into the pillow. “I don’t wanna hear none of that crying shit, shut up and take it.” He took a deep inhale at the feeling of your walls clenching down on him—his harsh words sending tingles throughout your body.

It’s been at least an hour and Jermajesty has pulled three mind-shattering orgasms from you, and he still hasn’t let up. “Can’t believe you decided to hit me in my damn mouth.” Just thinking about what occurred a little over an hour ago made Jermajesty even more upset, he subconsciously sped up, his mushroom tip now tapping at your cervix at each stroke. A loud moan ripped from your mouth but was muffled by the pillow. “You really hurt my feelings mama, what do you have to say for yourself?” He wrapped his right hand around your hair, pulling it back, so your head could be lifted from the pillow, a groan left Jermajesty as the sight of you made his dick jump—your face was soaked with your drool and tears, eyes constantly rolling back to your head, and your mouth in a pout.

“‘m so-so—mhmm fuck.” What you thought were words were nothing but incoherent babble. “Awe, my poor baby fucked dumb, how cute.” He cooed at your attempt to speak but quickly gave you two slaps to your ass, “But what are you supposed to say to me, mama?” Jermajesty tugged at your hair once again but with more force, making your arch even deeper. “I'm so sorry pa, didn’t mean it.” you wailed out.

Satisfied with your answer, he released his grip from your hair, letting your face fall back onto the soft pillow but held you by the back of your neck. “It’s okay mama, but I’m not finished with you. ‘gotta make sure you won’t do it again.” Somehow, his strokes got even deeper as he leaned forward, taking his free hand to reach between your legs to play with your sensitive clit.

A loud muffled scream filled the bedroom as the stimulation of your clit made you slightly squirt on Jermajesty. The feeling of your wetness splashing on him sent his eyes slightly rolling back—he kept strumming at your swollen clit, allowing more squirt splatter across the bed and across both of y'all lower halves. “Look at you, making a mess all over the bed and me, what a messy girl.”

At this point, your brain was complete mush— meaningless babbles just fell out of your mouth like a waterfall as Jermajesty still administered harsh strokes to your now swollen and sensitive pussy. Your hand weakly reached behind you to make an attempt to push at his stomach to give you some sort of relief. Jermajesty saw your poor attempt and let out a loud laugh. “No ma’am, stop trying to run from me.” The hand that was on the back of your neck now moved back to your hair, pulling you up, so your back was now flush against his chest.

“I’m nowhere near done with you, baby, we got a longgg way to go.” He kissed the top of your ear as you let out another sob, tears running down your face. “pa—please.” The two words barely made it out of your mouth as you stuttered your way through.

“If it ain’t you crying or moaning, I don’t wanna hear shit else from you. now shut up and take this dick.”

Lesson definitely learned, never ever pop this man in the mouth again.

[sighrns]

♩ ❤︎ ݁ 𓂂 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂 ! rach twnty-smth afro latina.

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[jermajestysbaby]

Can we a reader x jermajesty fic where they go on vacation Y/N gets drunk and jermajesty has to take care of her

liquor

Jermajesty x fem!reader

summary: jermajesty taking care of his drunk gf

contains: alcohol, cussing, meanish reader?, fluff

A/N: I’m trying to get these requests out but I’m losin motivation 😭

You and Jermajesty decided on going to Columbia for your annual vacation trip during the summer.

The flight was long and tiring so you two decided on spend your first day just inside the hotel.

The second day you explored around, tried new foods, sancocho being your favorite and annoyingly Jer’s favorite too.

“Mmpf let me hafve some” his mouth already full of his own food, reaching over the table, “unt uh! You already have your own” “no I donft” he says.

“Yea cause it’s all in your mouth” you laughed looking at his food filled chubby cheeks.

He rolls his eyes before taking the advantage of your laughter, taking the spoon feeding his mouth.

“Jermajesty !” You whisper yell at him, smacking his hand away from your food.

Later that day you guys decided that for the night you’ll spend time at the hotel bar.

Have some drinks, dance together a little, talk and then joke around and do it all over again right? wrong

Because by the third round of this little rotation of mini fun you two were sharing, those drinks were hitting you hard.

And Jermajesty could tell of course. But he didn’t think anything of until…

"THERES SOMETHIN IN THIS LIQUORRRR" you screamed at your phone as your body rolled to the beat, your drink in the sky.

Some eyes laid on you, others joined in with the screaming as you continued to roll your body on the dance floor.

And that was all jermajesty needed to see from his seat before comin to grab you from that floor. "Noooo I don't wanna go yet" you whined, arms wrapped around his neck head pressed near his collarbone before falling against his bicep.

"You've had enough fun today mama, time for you to get some sleep yea?” “nooooo” your words slurred out as you whined.

Jermajesty finally getting into the elevator, waving some bar friends you made.

Once that elevator door closed, you were on him like the hyenas on simba.

Your mouth laying kisses on his neck, cheeks, jaw, forehead.

“M—mama c’mon” “whattttt? I just wanna love on you….I-sniffle can’t do that?” You whine out, your voice cracking as tears begin to threaten your eyes.

Now you were particularly a cryer when you were drunk, butttt when you’re just with jermajesty you def were.

“Awh my baby wants some lovin, c’mere” he says, hands grasping on both side of your face.

Pecking your lips, before moving to your tear stained cheeks.

The elevator door opened, you two turning around like criminals caught in plain sight, just to be met with no one.

Jermajesty picks you back up in bridal style, your body instantly leaning into his, enjoying his warmth.

You two finally end up in your bed room, he lays you down softly on the edge of the bed, kneeling as he takes off your kitten heels.

He disappears for a second in the bathroom, coming back with a cup of water in his hand. “unt un no” you say shaking your head.

“Baby just drink a little yea?” He says handing it to you, watching you drink some but not all of it. “Just a little more mama” lifting the cup up for you.

You drink a little more feeling your upcoming headache pains steer away.

You chug the last bit, slamming the cup down, “good job, let’s get you into some pajamas.” He says zipping down the back of your top.

You begin to giggle, “are you trying to get me out of my clothes mr jacksonnn?” You smirk as he pulls down your halter top.

“I ammm” he says taking of your matching skirt, walking over to your suitcase. Grabbing your silk nightgown.

Your eyes finally catch what he’s doing, “you dirty little liar” you say as he walks back, causing him to laugh.

“I guess I am princess, arms up” instantly obeying to his words. As he delicately puts on your nightly clothes. You finally are able to get comfortable in bed, as Jermajesty does his nightly routine himself.

But it’s been like 5 no no 10 mins, “Jerrrrr what’s taking so long” you scream out.

The water turns off, you hear shuffling in the bathroom before he finally exists and makes an appearance.

“I’m here baby” he says, diving into the bed, hiding himself underneath the covers beside you.

His arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you in. A little squeal lifting from your voice.

You begin placing kisses again like last time, “ah—ah we’re going to bed baby” he says grabbing you by your cheeks.

You grunt in irritation, rolling the other way, your back now turned to him.

He laughs before leaning in, his chest meet with your silky gown.

“Get off” you say nudging him with your elbow, he leans back face full of shock.

“Alright alright” he says leaning his hands up like a criminal.

He lays still facing you, as he listens for your breath. As it begins to steady you shuffle around trying to get warmth.

“Mmm Maj closer” you say, tangling your legs in between his.

He chuckles once more before leaning in close, nearly skin to skin if you two didn’t have clothing.

“Love you baby” he says kissing your neck.

“Oh hush”

©. jermajestysbaby

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[nistxrr]

could u write a jermajesty smut with slightly mean!dom reader where jermajesty has been realllll needy but readers been busy with errands and stuff around the house etc etc and finally she caves in and it’s just him eating (lowkey for his own pleasure) and reader says smth like “if you gon eat it, eat it right”

◟ ۫ ׅ EAT IT RIGHT ⎯⎯ JERMAJESTY J.

゛𝒔ynopsis ⨾ you’ve been busy all day — errands, chores, everything that needed doing — and jermajesty’s been trailing behind you the entire time, restless and impossible to ignore. by the time you finally sit down, he’s already on his knees, and the only thing left to decide is how much you’re willing to give him.

゛𝐜ontains ━ oral ( f!receiving ) fingering slightly mean!dom reader needy!jermajesty established relationship switch!reader + switch!maj cussing light degradation ◞ 𝟮.𝟰𝓴

you’d been telling him no all day.

starting from the moment you woke up and carried through every single task you tried to complete around the house. it began in the kitchen while you were making coffee. he walked up behind you without saying anything at first, just slid his arms around your waist and pressed his face into the side of your neck, breathing in your scent like he had been waiting for the chance. his body was warm against your back and you could already feel that he was half-hard.

“morning, mama,” he said, his voice still rough from sleep. you kept stirring the sugar into your cup, not leaning back into him. “morning. move. i need to get past you.” he stayed there for several more seconds, his arms tight around your waist, with his face still buried against your skin, before he finally let go and stepped aside. even after he moved, you could feel him watching you as you walked out of the kitchen with your coffee, his eyes following every step.

later in the morning you sat on the couch to fold the laundry that had been sitting in the basket since the day before. he sat down next to you almost immediately, close enough that his thigh pressed firmly against yours the entire time. his hand settled high on your leg, fingers resting against the soft skin just below the hem of your shorts, and every time you reached forward to grab another shirt or pair of pants he leaned in a little more.

“maj.” you voiced irritably, without looking up from your current task. he hummed in response.

“quit starin’ at me.”

“i can’t help it, baby. you look good. let me help you fold, or let me do something else.” you turned your head and gave him a look of irritation. “go watch tv or find something else to do.” of course, you knew jermajesty wasn’t going to get up. he stayed seated right beside you with his hand still on your thigh, trailing up to your hip then back down, watching you until the entire basket was empty and the clothes were stacked in neat piles.

when you moved to the kitchen to put the groceries away he followed you again. every time you opened the refrigerator he stepped in close behind you so that his chest touched your back. every time you reached up to place something on a higher shelf he pressed forward enough that you could feel the hard line of him against your lower back and ass. his hands kept finding reasons to touch you—resting on your waist while you organized the fridge, sliding to your hips when you stretched, brushing the underside of your breasts to “move you out of the way.”

“just five minutes,” he said near your ear while you were placing the cereal box on the top shelf. “please. i’ve been thinking about it since i woke up. i will be quick if you want, or i can take my time. whatever you want, ma. just let me put my mouth on you.” you pushed the cereal into place and closed the cabinet door with more force than necessary.

“you see i’m busy, right?”

the pattern continued without real interruption through the rest of the afternoon. while you sat at the dining table answering emails he took the chair across from you and rested his chin in his hand, watching your face and your hands and the way you shifted in the seat. when you stood to wipe down the kitchen counters he leaned against the doorframe and adjusted himself through his sweats whenever he thought your attention was elsewhere.

the constant presence had worn on you enough that you finally sat down on the couch with your phone, one leg tucked under the other, and tried to create a small pocket of quiet. the main chores were finished and the house had settled. you unlocked your phone and opened a random app, hoping for a few uninterrupted minutes. jermajesty lasted approximately twenty seconds before he left whatever he had been doing and dropped to his knees directly in front of you.

he was already positioned between your legs. instead of simply resting his hands on your thighs, he wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled himself in close, shoving his face straight into your lap. he pressed his nose and mouth against the soft fabric of your shorts and inhaled deeply, holding the breath for several seconds before releasing it and doing it again. his arms tightened around your waist, hands gripping the sides of your shirt and the skin underneath as he kept his face buried there, breathing you in. you could feel the heat of his breath through the thin material and the way his fingers flexed against your back each time he inhaled. he stayed like that for a long moment, face pressed firmly into your lap, arms locked around your waist, before he finally spoke, voice muffled against you.

“please, mama.” jermajesty lifted the thin fabric of your pink tank top and kissed your stomach, gripping your sides as he did so. his hands moved the material up until the soft skin of your stomach was fully exposed. he leaned in and pressed his mouth against the warm skin just above your navel, kissing it once, then again a little higher. his fingers dug into the sides of your waist as he held you steady, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh while he kept his face close.

he kissed lower next, dragging his lips across the center of your stomach in short, repeated motions. each kiss stayed for a second longer than the last. his grip on your sides tightened every time he moved his mouth. the thin fabric of the tank top stayed bunched under his wrists as he continued. he breathed in against your stomach between kisses, the warm air from his nose spreading across the same spots his mouth had just touched. his fingers flexed against your waist, squeezing and releasing in a slow pattern while he kept his head lowered. another kiss landed just under your ribs, then one more near the edge of the tank top.

he didn't rush. he stayed there on his knees with his hands locked on your sides and his mouth moving over your stomach in careful, deliberate passes. the pressure of his grip stayed firm enough that you could feel the exact outline of each finger against your skin. he tilted his head slightly and kissed closer to your left side, then crossed back to the right, covering the same area more than once. soft sounds left him each time his lips made contact. his curls brushed against the underside of the lifted tank top as he worked.

he paused only long enough to press his forehead briefly against your stomach before starting again. the next kiss was slower, his lips parting just enough that you could feel the damp heat of his mouth. his hands slid a fraction higher on your waist, still gripping tightly, still holding the tank top out of the way. he continued like that without looking up, focused entirely on the stretch of bare skin he had uncovered.

“let me taste you. just for a minute. i’ll make it good, pretty girl. i’ll do whatever you tell me, just… please?”

you looked down at him while your fingers threaded through his soft curls. “you’re not gonna leave me alone until you get what you want, are you?” he shook his head once against your stomach. “i can’t. i already tried.”

“fine. if you gon’ eat it, eat it right.”

“o-oh shit, maj,” you moaned. jermajesty now had your legs over his shoulders as he feasted on you, having already stripped you of your panties and shorts. he started with wet kisses along your inner thighs while his skilled thumb rubbed slow circles over your clit, the pleasure so intense that tears welled in your eyes as you were now beginning for his mouth on your pussy.

his nose nudged your clit as his tongue finally dragged a slow, flat line from your entrance all the way up. the contact pulled another broken sound from your throat. he did it again, slower this time, pressing harder so you felt every inch of the stroke. your legs tightened over his shoulders. his hands gripped the backs of your thighs to keep them open and in place while he worked.

he licked into you with steady focus, tongue pushing past your folds then pulling back to circle your clit. each pass left you wetter. the soft wet sounds filled the quiet room. his thumb never fully left, still rubbing tight circles even while his mouth took over. the dual pressure made your hips jerk upward against his face. he held you down without slowing his ministrations.

“baby—please—” the words came out shaky. tears already sat at the corners of your eyes from how good it felt. he ignored the plea and kept the same rhythm, tongue alternating between long strokes and focused suction on your clit. every time he sealed his lips around the swollen bud and sucked, a sharp pulse shot through your stomach and your thighs trembled against his head.

he pulled away and spat on your pussy, the warm wetness landing directly on your swollen clit. his fingers immediately followed, two of them sliding inside you while his thumb rubbed firm circles over the slick bud. the sudden stretch mixed with the focused pressure made your eyes roll back. a broken sound left your throat before you could stop it.

he watched your face the whole time, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he saw the reaction. his teeth sank into his lower lip while he kept the rhythm steady—fingers curling upward inside you, thumb never leaving your clit. slick sounds filled the space between you with every movement.

“been thinking about how you taste all day. you taste so fucking good, baby.” his fingers pushed deeper, rubbing against the spot that made your thighs tremble. “could stay right here and eat this pussy for hours. you got no idea.”

your hips jerked against his hand. tears still sat at the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt. he leaned in again without warning, replacing his thumb with his tongue while his fingers kept moving inside you. the dual sensation—wet heat on your clit and the steady curl of his fingers—made another sharp pulse shoot through your stomach. your legs tightened over his shoulders again.

he moaned against you like the taste alone was enough. soft, continuous sounds left him while he licked and sucked, fingers never slowing. every time your walls clenched around him he pressed harder, tongue flattening over your clit in long strokes. the wet noises grew louder.

his fingers curled upward and rubbed firmly against the soft spongy spot inside you, applying steady pressure in short repeated motions that made the heat in your core spike with every pass. you reached down with one hand and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, holding on tightly in an attempt to ground yourself against the intensity. at the same time your other hand pushed the thin fabric of your pink tank top higher and began toying with your nipple, rolling and pinching the peaked skin so the dual sensation—his fingers working that internal spot while you touched yourself—sent overlapping waves of pleasure through your body.

you babbled incoherent words of pleasure as he pleased you, soft broken sounds spilling out without forming into anything clear. he hummed against your skin with faux concern, the vibration traveling straight through your clit while his fingers kept curling against that soft spongy spot inside you. “aw, what’s that?” he muttered, his voice low and mocking as he listened to the mess of noises leaving your mouth. his tongue flattened over your clit and dragged in slow, heavy strokes while his fingers kept curling firmly against that soft spongy spot inside you. every pass sent another wave of heat through your lower stomach.

jermajesty sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked in firm pulses while his fingers thrust in short, controlled motions. your hips rolled up against his face. he pressed his free hand down on your lower stomach to hold you still and kept going.

the pressure climbed higher. soft, broken sounds left your mouth without forming full words. your fingers tightened around his wrist. the hand under your tank top pinched harder, sending another layer of sensation through your chest that mixed with everything between your legs. he noticed and made a low sound of approval before licking a long line from where his fingers were buried all the way up to your clit and back down again.

he stayed focused, tongue and fingers working in matching rhythm. every time he rubbed that soft spongy spot, a sharp pulse moved through your core. your thighs trembled over his shoulders. he adjusted his grip on the backs of your legs to keep them open. his curls brushed your inner thighs as he leaned in closer, mouth never leaving you for more than a second.

the build became heavy and constant. your breathing turned into short gasps. he curled his fingers harder against that internal spot and sucked at your clit in the same moment. the dual pressure pushed the heat in your stomach to the edge. your back arched off the couch. soft, high sounds spilled out of you in a steady stream. he kept the exact same pace, tongue flat and insistent, fingers rubbing without pause. slick continued to coat his hand and wrist aswell as his chin, your juice la streaming through his facial hair . your hips jerked against his mouth despite the hand holding your stomach down. he hummed against your clit and the vibration traveled straight through you.

your peak hit in strong, repeated waves. your body tightened around his fingers while your thighs clamped against the sides of his head. soft broken sounds left your mouth as the pulses moved through you. he stayed right there, licking and curling his fingers through every wave, not easing up until the intensity began to fade. maj rose up between your legs, mouth and chin still wet, and kissed you deeply —tongue pushing past your lips so you could taste yourself on him. his hands gripped your waist and pulled you straight into his lap, settling you firmly against him as he kept the kiss going, messy and unhurried, one arm locked around your back while the other stayed on your thigh.

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[angelfacediary]

Hi!!! Can you make one where reader and michael are a bit older and all of their kids are grown and teens but they decided to prank michael by doing the "telling my mom to shut up in front of my dad" and michael got mad?

Thank you! Love your work always girlie 🥹

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ what did you just say? • Michael x reader

⤷ ゛Synopsis ˎˊ˗ Doing the "tell mom to shut up in front of dad" prank on Michael !

𑣲⋆ warnings : none !

"Mom, mom," your kids whispered, their heads peeking into your room past your door frame, phones in their hands as they giggled repeatedly.

"Hey, babies, what's wrong?" Part of you wanted to panic, but the other part of you knew they were about to show you something on that TikTack app of theirs or whatever it's called.

"Look, there's a trend on TikTok where you tell your mom to shut up in front of Dad to see his reaction," your daughter explained, an odd look of excitement playing out on her face as you looked between your two kids.

"You guys seem a little too excited to tell me to shut up," you shook your head, a laugh falling from their lips.

"And you know your dad is going to be fuming, let's do it." You clasped your hands together. Honestly, you were brimming with excitement too, especially because you knew Michael all too well. He was very heavy in teaching the kids respect and how to talk to adults, so this prank you were plotting would probably make steam blow out of his ears. Hell, it might even send him to an early grave, wondering where his kids learned to talk like that.

So there you were sitting around the dinner table, plates of food decorating the tablecloth. Forks and knives clinking against their plates as they ate, a giggle falling from their lips.

“What are you giggling at over there?” You questioned, your fork pushing around your own plate of food as you bit back your own laughter, knowing that your husband was going to freak when he heard what your youngest was about to say.

“It's nothing, Mom, just shut up, you wouldn't get it,” your son spoke up quickly, using his fork to pick up another piece of chicken, putting it in his mouth.

There was a sickly silence that fell over the table; it was so quiet that it made everyone in the room swallow thickly, Michael's fork clattering against his plate, chewing coming to a halt.

“What did you just say?” Oh, he was beyond pissed.

“I just said-” he was immediately cut off, Michael's voice cutting through the air like a knife.

“No, don't repeat it, I know what you said. Don't ever talk to your mother like that ever again, do you hear me? I don't even know how you fixed your lips to say that.” His lips curled, like they usually did when he was pissed.

Your son's smug look fading from his face as he swallowed again.

“In this house, you respect her. She's done a lot for you, and what's so funny?” You could barely keep your composure, a laugh slipping from you as you covered your mouth.

“Dad, it's a prank,” your daughter explained, exposing the phone in her hand. The camera rolling in her hand shaking slightly because she was too busy laughing at the look of embarassment that quickly spread across his face.

“Huh? Oh… oh my,” he shook his head, laughing from disbelief, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, his worked-up nerves soothing themselves as he took a deep breath.

“The next time you want to do a prank, make sure it doesn't nearly give me a heart attack. Now eat your dinner. I can't believe you guys"

“I'm so sorry, your face, though,” you nudged his shoulder.

“Yeah, I think next time we'll pick a prank that you won't kill us over,” your son spoke, shoving food in his mouth.

©angelfacediary

Requests : open

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[youluvyanni]

calling on you

summary: just a smutty booty call fic

contains: 18+, mdni!, p in v, unprotected sex wrap yo will don’t be silly, size kink if you squint, big dick randy, fwb, verydom randy

notes: “ppl writing them toxic fics abt the wrong brother” @jermajestysbaby after seeing Randy Jrs tweets

earlier in the day you posted a risqué picture of yourself on your instagram story and of course everyone liked it and filled your dms with compliments, fire emojis, and thirsty desperate men but you were waiting for a certain someone to see it…Randy

you said in bed doomscrolling on tiktok when your phone vibrates in your hand, you look at the notification and a very pleased smirk comes across your face

rjacksonjr liked your story

suddenly a call came to your phone showing the contact “rj” your smirk grew wider

“got his ass”

…

a knock was heard at the door and you walked towards it, your house shows making noise skidding across the floor

you untied your robe and then opened your front door and there he ways

“long time no see” you purred, leaning against the doorframe, he looked down at you and bit his bottom lip “hey stranger” he murmured, taking a slow step past you and into the apartment

“how you been?” you asked closing the door and leaning your back against it, he stood in front of you, his hands in his pockets “good, you?” he replied

the two of you stared at each before crashing your lips together, you wrapped your arms around your neck and he lifted you off your feet

…

“fuck Randyyy!”

you screamed into the pillow Randy had your face pinned against

his fingers were tangled deep in your hair, holding your head firmly in place, while his other hand pressed heavy against the small of your back, holding your hips perfectly pinned beneath him as he repeatedly pounded into you from behind

the heavy sound of skin slapping against skin and his ragged breath filled the dimly lit bedroom

“ss’good fuck!” you gasped out, grabbing the sheets tightly in both fists

“you knew exactly what you were doing when you put that post up, didn't you?” Randy huffed, skin slick with sweat as the bed frame creaked in time with every deep, heavy thrust

“maybe...” you gasped out, barely able to form words over the intense sensation filling you up

“maybe’ my ass” he muttered, letting out a sharp breath as he pulled out just to thrust even deeper, hitting that exact spot that made your thighs tremble uncontrollably “you wanted me right here, say it”

“Randy—“

“say it” he commanded, burying his dick deep inside you, kissing your cervix and then rolling his hips

“wanted you” you cried out, repeatedly curling your toes “i wanted you right here—fuck!”

hearing you admit it broke whatever restraint he had left, speeding up into a furious, unyielding pace his fingers bit into your hips, holding you pinned right where he wanted

“you like playing games, huh” Randy rasped out, his chest as he pulled out just enough to reposition, he grabbed you by the hips, flipped you onto your back, and dragged you down to the edge of the bed

he hoisted your legs up, throwing them over his broad shoulders, he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, locking them against the mattress

“Randy—“ “hold on” he groaned, staring down at you with blown out pupils

he slammed back into you, filling you completely in one hard thrust. you let out a loud, high pitched gasp, your toes curling as he set a rapid pace

“look at me” he commanded, his voice tight with exertion

you forced your eyes open, breathless and dizzy, instantly locking onto his gaze. Randy’s face was flush with heat, he relentlessly pounded into you, driving you deeper into the mattress with every stroke. the bed frame frantically rocking and squeaking

“you wanted to show off for the internet?” he muttered, his thumb tracing over your wrist as he kept you pinned, his thrusts turning fast and short “you think any of those soft-ass niggas in your dms could fuck you like this?”

“No— fuck, Randy, no!” you cried out, your back arching off the bed as your vision blurred. you couldn't even keep your hips still, every time you tried to pull back he used his grip on your legs to pull you right back down onto him

“that’s it…take that shit” he grunted, feeling your inner muscles clamp down tightly around him. he let go of your wrists, slamming both palms flat on either side of your head as he picked up the pace, driving you straight over the edge into a breathless, trembling finish

“oh my god! Randy! please!”

you couldn't even finish the sentence before he set a brand new pace. he hooked his arms beneath your knees, shoving your legs straight up into the air and folding you completely in half, letting him drive deeper than before, hitting that sensitive spot with accuracy that made your whole body shudder

“please what?” he said, staring down at you as he pounded flush against you “you thought we were finished?”

a loud, piercing scream tore from your throat as another intense wave of pleasure surged through you. you reached up desperately, your fingers digging deep into the muscles of his back, your nails dragging down his warm, sweat slick skin

Randy grunted at the sting, his jaw clenching tightly as the pain only seemed to fuel him, driving his hips forward with even more force

“fuck you’re so tight” he rasped out, his chest heaving as he held your legs pinned high in the air, using the leverage to completely run through you

“oh my god you’re fucking so good” you sobbed out, your voice raspy and broken as your head thrashed against the pillows. you couldn't stop the sharp red lines your nails were leaving down his shoulders, but he didn't care, he just tightened his grip, keeping you locked in place

every time you thought you reached your limit, he pushed you past it, the relentless rhythm driving you completely out of your mind until you were clutching onto his back for dear life, screaming and sobbing his name

“don't stop— Randy! fuck! don't stop!”

your nails dug deeper into the meat of his back, drawing dark red lines down his shoulder blades, but the pain only made him snap. Randy let out a rough, guttural growl, his teeth grazing over the curve of your neck as he buried his face into your skin, his hips snapping forward in a fast, frantic rhythm that didn't leave room for you to catch a single breath

your legs were trembling high in the air, held fast by his broad shoulders, your hips rising off the mattress to meet every single heavy, slick thrust

the force of him was relentless, running straight through you until your vision blurred with tears and all you could do was clutch his back and scream his name

you felt the tight, overwhelming coil build in your stomach all over again…harder, hotter, completely out of control

“Randy— I'm gonna—“

“go ahead” he grunted, his fingers digging into your thighs, locking you down “cum on my dick”

your body completely gave in, your inner walls clamping down and throbbing on on his dick in violent, shivering waves

feeling you cum completely undone around him broke whatever thread of restraint Randy had left. he let out a low, heavy groan, and pinned himself against you as his own body went rigid, spilling all his warm cum himself inside you while you both clung to each other

…

“hold still damnit”

you were sitting crisscross on the edge of the sink, in Randy’s oversized shirt. Randy sat on the closed toilet lid in front of you, his back turned, shoulders slouched forward as he rested his elbows on his knees

“i am holding still” Randy grumbled, though his back muscles were flexed tight

you gently dabbed cold water and antibacterial soap over the red lines crisscrossing his shoulder blades. the moment the cloth hit the fresh scratches, Randy flinched, a sharp hiss of pain escaping his teeth as his shoulders jerked upward

“stop moving” you whispered, trying not to smile as you pressed the cloth down again “you weren’t complaining thirty minutes ago”

“thirty minutes ago you weren't trying to skin me” he muttered, turning his head slightly to glare at you over his shoulder “look at what you did to me woman” “you asked for it” you pointed out, wiping the cloth down to his lower back

he stayed quiet for a moment, letting the warmth of the washcloth soothe the sting, before leaning his head back until it rested against your hip and tilting his face up to look at you “next time, keep your hands on the sheets”

you smirked, running a thumb over his jawline

“whatever”

tags 🏷️ @unseenleylinesecret @vict-oryy @hip-hop-star-4 @blkkbratt @pinkjollyrancher54 @dollthoughtz @commaanders @anglfac @doleuia @missharper33 @siighrns @enzo6ekiiii @nvhdesire @niyahctrl @mikaylajacksonnn @callmelyriic @sintizc @whyxo @loluaintvalentine @heartstofiiveunknownn @sayyoulovemeziya @syrndollie @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @angelfacediary @mikedotorg @mikesfaveater @kissmyglxck @sqrixm

[jsgoodfriends]

surprise! sfw.

Michael huffs as he settles onto the white couch, opening the cap to his foundation and applying some to his nose, eyes intensely staring at his reflection.

he had a good amount of time to get ready—but he didn’t feel the usual excitement of getting prepared to go on stage.

Sure, he loves what he does, he loves the fans and the escapism he gets when hes up in front of them.

But it wasn’t good enough when you weren’t in the crowd, eyes bright and hands clapping for him, his eyes will scan the audience yet he wont find you because you’re back at home.

God—he wishes he brought you along for this concert.

“Michael,” a staff member calls out. “You’re on.”

He sighs and heaves himself up on his feet, shaking his arms and legs to wake him up.

“You’re great… you’re going to do the best, make her proud.” he whispers to himself before hurrying out from the dressing room.

—

Sweat drips down his forehead as he walks back into the dressing room after finishing the concert, he pulls at his shimmery jacket and shrugs it off, revealing a damp white shirt underneath.

he should be happy, and maybe he is a little bit, but theres a chunk missing from his success.

he sits at the vanity and grabs a towel, dabbing at his neck, there was a small fan on the counter that blew cool air on his skin.

“Michael.” His bodyguard, Bill, says. He doesn’t turn around, eyes shut as he focuses on cooling off his heated skin. “Not right now bill, im roasting alive..”

“Hi mikey.”

His eyes snap open and he almost breaks his neck whirling it around to face the voice.

You stood there with a pair of jeans and a shirt with his name on it, smiling sweetly. His woman, his lady, she was actually here!

He stands up from the chair and envelopes you in a hug, hand cradling your head and other arm around your waist. “You’re really here, oh my god.” he sighs.

You giggle. “I tried to come early before you went on.. but im glad i got to see you perform.” he pulls back, large hands cupping your face. “God.. you’re still so beautiful.”

“Mikey—“ Your cut off by his lips pressing against yours, it was soft but definitely didn’t hide the desperation.

Bill awkwardly steps back. “Ill leave you two alone.”

perm tags: @kissmyglxck

[fairydustdiary]

hes so soft spoken and passionate, we need to find a way to bring him back NOW😭

[mikesfaveater]

𝘖𝘉𝘚𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 3

1 & 2

𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘑. 𝘹 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Texts between reader and jermajesty!

[youluvyanni]

Here me out..eater!Marlon. I swear it's the mustache and the juicy lips 😩

eater

summary: early morning snack

contains: mdni, 18+ oral (f receiving), slight daddy kink (appears twice)

notes: i love getting marlon requests

“wake up baby, wake up” your boyfriend Marlon whispered in your ear gently shaking you awake “what is it Marlon” you mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes

“i want some” he purred softly, giving you a kiss on your jaw while slowly pulling you’re panties off with only two fingers

you let out a drowsy groan, barely able to keep your eyes open “what time is it?” you muttered looking towards the window “barley seven am baby” he replied as his fingers began to gently brushed against your pussy lips

“somebody’s gonna hear” you say as you watch him make his way down between your legs, he paused just for a second, looking up at you, his mustache brushing against your inner thigh “i’ll be quick ..just be quiet f’me”

his hands slipped under your knees, lifting and spreading them gently as he settled into place. you let out a soft sigh, your head heavy on the pillow, still very sleepy

slowly, deliberately, his tongue finally made contact, lapping your pussy up with unhurried strokes

“fuck..” you whimpered softly, one of yours hand reached down blindly, resting on the top of his head, lazily guiding him closer

“that’s it baby” he murmured against you, his voice vibrating right against your skin

he began swirling his tongue with a pressure that made your hips instinctively twitch “oh my gosh Marlonnn” you whine

he paused for just a second, lifting his head slightly, lips glistening in the as he looked up at you

“i know you're still sleepy baby” he whispered "but i need you to keep it down” you looked down at him and nodded “okay daddy” you whispered back

he smirked and latched back onto your pussy, you let out a soft gasp, your thighs trembling as you tried to stay quiet for him

he didn't slow down, his tongue was slicking over your clit in slow, gentle laps that grew wetter with every second. the soft sounds of his mouth working against you filled the room, a heavy, sloppy rhythm that left no doubt about how thoroughly he definitely was taking his time with you

a broken whimper slipped past your lips as his lips and tongue combined drove you crazy

he used one hand to keep your thigh pinned gently back, giving himself full access as he buried his face deeper and deeper while swirling his tongue in agonizing circles that had you biting your lip just to keep from crying out

“look at the mess you're making” he murmured huskily against your skin, not stopping for even a breath as his lips dragged over you

his tongue finally pushed you over the edge. your breath hitched sharply and you let out a muffled whimper as your hips bucked weakly against his mouth “fuck fuck fuck daddy m’gonna cum!”

you squeezed your eyes shut, fingers tightening in his hair while the intense wave rolled through you, leaving your body heavy, warm, and thoroughly spent

Marlon held you steady through every last spasm, his lips staying pressed soft and firm against you until your orgasm finally finished

he used his tongue and lapped up away every trace of the wet mess he’d made, his mustache lightly brushing your sensitive skin until you were completely clean

satisfied, he pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling back up the mattress. he pressed a long, soft kiss to your forehead, his chest warm against your back as he pulled you close and wrapped a heavy arm around your waist

“you did so good baby” he whispered softly against the back of your neck

exhausted and completely satisfied, the heavy fog of sleep rolled right back over you. nestled against his chest, listening to his breathing, you drifted right back off into a deep slumber

…

you and Marlon sat side by side at the dinner table with the rest of his siblings

“are we gonna discuss elephant in the room” Jermaine said with a mouth full of food, pointing his fork toward Marlon

“what elephant?” Marlon asked his eyes looking up from his plate “the elephant being that this is technically your second meal of the morning” Jackie said nonchalantly before eating a spoonful of grits

“what are you talking about” Marlon asked scrunching his face up in confusion

the brothers exchanged looks before looking directly at you, you looked up from your plate, you immediately felt your face grow hotter

“sorry about the noise…”

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[iluvbunnyzz]

some old randy tweets bc literally who tf was he feeling like lmaoo

[faiology]

texts with boyfriend!majesty

౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ fai speaks: i love this trend downnn the last one definitely happened to me irl tho 😭😭😭

[babyydolllyyy]

thank you @erz3ngel for the tag ilyyy! 𐙚🧸ྀི

what are 5 things that are always in ur bag?

1. hand cream (always the ones i get as gifts for christmas so i always smell like cinnamon and gingerbread ^^)

2. lipgloss

3. keys with hundreds of keychains + wallet

4. gums (i chew gums all the time its an addiction atp)

5. a book

˙⋆✮ tags (no pressure): @lanawitch4 @lust4lfe @h0neymoon08 @divinedoll2005 @kimberlyxmon @cutiieepatootiii @sixk0-braiin0

[kimberlyxmon]

Thank you @babyydolllyyy for the taaag I LOVE these 🤍

what are 5 things that are always in ur bag?

1. Gisou Sticky Toffee lip gloss + Rituals hand lotion

2. Hair brush (if it fits)

3. Lip liner (usually Cappuccino NYX)

4. Wallet + keys

5. AirPods (need new ones desperately)

H.M: depends where I am going but often times I take spf with me or my pencil case if I’m going to uni or a book if I’m going to the park and PERFUME I never leave without perfume even tho I spray myself before I leave I’m just addicted to chemicals lol

tags (no pressure): @prosperousprophet @serendipityepiphany @blondexdoll @ohdeergirl

[prosperousprophet]

airpods

perfume (warm vanilla sugar)

aquaphor lip repair stik

deodorant

pens or pencils because you just never know

no pressure tags: @unicorngirl2007 @serendipityepiphany @duhitsemmuh @starlithotline @beepbeepblerp @sleepyhead0110

[duhitsemmuh]

pads

lipgloss

wallet

random coins

candy/gum

@starlithotline @mel6ncholi @terrifyrr @strawkikix0x0 @fizzycakepop @julietteisreal @v4nillangel + anyone i forgot!!

[fizzycakepop]

1. pads (same)

2. my auqaphor

3. wallets

4. gum

5. handcream (and a little photo of me)

@meiiy0k @miratate @whimsyaubz

[miratate]

1. water

2. pen / mini notebook

3. snack

4. lip balm

5. kohl eyeliner

thank you for tagging me i love tag games! MWAH @alohaluz @starlithotline @prettyangel008

[alohaluz]

THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS TAGGING ME PRINCESS 🩷🩷🩷

1. my kindle

2. bottle of water

3. wallet

4. coffee (yes i always have a bottle of coffee)

5. my keys

@capevans3000 @ttangerinexo

[capevans3000]

This is fun!

1. Water bottle

2. Ear pods

3. Recyclable shopping bag

4. Home keys

5. Sunglasses

@theoldstorybook @fairyofurdreams

[fairyofurdreams]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAGG!

brown lip liner

a loose cigarette

a spare diaper (young mam core)

an eyebrow pencil

my keys!

@mariet-eva @unknwnbrii @softformj !!!

[unknwnbrii]

thanks for the tag queen <33

1. travel perfume

2. charger

3. my reading glasses 💔

4. keys

5. wallet

@fleurjasmi @heartsmashing

[fleurjasmi]

Thx for tagging sweetie!!

1. Sunscreen

2. Lip marker

3. Aquaphor (don't play about my lips)

4. Aspirin

5. Alcohol gel

(It's pretty obvious that keys and wallet are indispensable)

@swavydadon @lestatress @coeurlace

[swavydadon]

thank youu!!

1. wallet

2. lip gloss

3. charger

4. perfume

5. candy

@plan3tch1ld @multifandomposts-blog @ebvnydesires @angelfacediary @pvtypyt @thesecretvaultt

[multifandomposts-blog]

Thanks so much for the tag @swavydadon

Portable fan, because I refuse to be hot.

2. Lip gloss + Vaseline, because my lips HAVE to be hydrated.

3. Pads & tampons, even if I don’t personally use tampons, you never know when another girl might need one.

4. Mini perfume, gotta stay smelling good.

5. Sunglasses

TAG @plan3tch1ld @missharper33 @syrndollie @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @1andonlytashae

@callmeoncette @swavydadon @blkkbratt @heartsmashing @jks-luvr

@pvt-luv @misscowboyhat @kissmyglxck @kitty-trash @melanatedeuph0ria @melaninjoys @blcknebula @strawberrykittymp3 @brownsugarletters @plumppies @crazylady20

@narratedillusions

[syrndollie]

Thank you for the tag @multifandomposts-blog

1. my inhaler (self explanatory)

2. 4 things of lip care. (vaseline, lip oil, and 2 things of lip gloss)

3. lotion

4. a pen

5. gum

tags💕: @slvttyfied @szalipcombo @soleantoinette @jermajestysbaby