#blueberry prince

[boardwalkcoven]

I care about them a normal amount

#blueberry prince and angry goth betty boop my beloveds #my art #fanart #unicorn: warriors eternal #unicorn warriors eternal #melinda #edred #emma fairfax #dimitri dynamo #wow look it's art again

[cosmo-clown]

drew some lyrics from drift away to ask error

it really messes with me that no one seems to use blueberry like this anymore… he’s such a nuanced character but the current mentality is “he’s underswap SANS and has a stick up his ass”

he should be a silly little guy with a whole heap of abandonment issues trying to be everyones friend despite all the trauma, i dont care that its technically blueberror, make error throw him out of the antivoid before its too late for blue. idk. anythings better than the current interpretation blue has i’ve been here for a while and old uwu blue was better than stick in the mud blue who’s never had fun in his life

isnt he meant to be a papyrus?? why does fanon blue act so tired and grouchy :/

#utmv #au #au sans #underswap sans #blueberry sans #error sans #ask error #people should really read the source material on these guys #everyone praises popcorn prince as law but they also never follow the original characterization at all #and also i prefer cpau blue and ask error blue too #i just miss the little guy who’s always two steps ahead witha cheery disposition and a cheeky grin on his face #whatever happened to my mr. president #drift away

[cochineal-leviat]

Extra panels I made for chapter 1 of Blueberry Kisses. I wanted to upload this sooner, but I was on holiday.

My favourite parts from this are Fluff's yarn-like hair and panel 3. I love monochromatic pieces with one colour (blue in this case) that just POPS in an art piece. I especially adored doing the texture in the back. (It's a very fun brush)

#kirfluff #kirby #kirby series #prince fluff #my art #Blueberry Kisses (fic) #kirby gijnka #gijnka #comic panels #Patchland

[grassyeggroll]

What flavor is that?

#art #my art #adventure time #marshall lee #prince gumball #I don’t get to draw them often #the flavor is blueberry probably

[incorrectintothewoodsquotes]

Cinderella’s Prince: Can you keep a secret?

Steward: Do you know anything about my life?

Cinderella’s Prince: No I do not. Good point.

#thank you for your submission!!! #broadway #incorrect quotes #into the woods #incorrect into the woods quotes #musical #cinderellas prince #the steward #steward #source: ??? #submitted by blueberry maple pancakes

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

My sister, lying on my bed while listening to the first few lines of affluenza: *freezes and rotates her head extremely slowly towards me while grinning* : IT'S CALLUM

i can picture this vividly she's so right she's so real for that

also me with comfort crowd

#Thoughts From a Blueberry #callum #callum tdp #tdp callum #tdp #the dragon prince #conan gray #and yes i know exactly what your sister looks like mysterious online friend #i live in your walls #non lotd

[tricktrashing]

Another few personal favorites but now of the sketchy kind

#doodle #Trick raccoon #Phoebe Ladybug #Blueberry Seaslug #Pier Shark #ASAP Robot #Optica Robot #Mitchell Snail #Tommy Koi #Peter Cat #felibot #Kimmy chameleon #Felipunny #Captain Flint #Prince Bunnington #Lumi Crow #Daryl Bat #Felivessel #Axle Guinea Pig #Dumpling Dog #Al-X Robot #Orion Cat #Raoni Mushroom #Potyra Guarana #Anahi Acai #Nilina Hawk #Iubi #Iubi shadow creature #tricktrashing art

[griffonposting]

i keep fucking thinking that yuor pfp is what you look like.

i have to remind myself "wait hes not grapes"

I chose the powdered prince berries so that there’s something to glance at that reminds me of home while I take my time answering your questions. Before Koppai entered their food crisis, Karutian purchase was common, and one of the most popular produce items were these little berries. Hmm. I’ve never heard them referred to as “grapes”. I wonder if it’s another planetary dialect..

Ah! I got a tad carried away, back to your real question.. I never considered that people could believe a sentient plant could utilize technology, but this planet has made me feel uncertain regarding that matter. I may change my profile in the future if this issue persists.

#unreality #emails #anon #pikposting #(ooc: powdered prince is my made up name for blueberries if context is needed ^_^)

[strawberry-fields-things]

pls just imagine being friends with prince!dream since forever, ever since you were kids. you weren’t betrothed or anything— you had always been just friends. although prince dream tried to ignore the thought, he knew you would one day be married to some other suitor— and while he wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, he understood it. he had to.

still, there was something about the people of your kingdom —your people— that had always stuck out to him. from a young age, children were trained to be warriors, as if awaiting battle. and you— well, he had only ever caught quick glimpses of you training— which in on itself was already a novelty. after all, why would a princess fight a war when she had an army to do it for her? still, you were good— at least, from what he heard servants whispering.

then, as if a long awaited omen, the war broke out. one of the neighboring kingdoms declared dream’s land an enemy of the state, and via diplomatic relationships and treaties, your people came to their aid.

dream was waist deep in the water of a river, metal armor pulling his body down like an anchor. his helmet had been lost at some point during the battle, a faint trail of blood dripping down his cheek. his sword had been taken away from him— left behind with the bodies of some of his most trusted soldiers.

they’d been ambushed. too many enemy soldiers, too little time to react. and before dream could even draw his sword, bodies were falling by his sides, and heavy arms wrapped around his, restraining him.

“don’t worry, princeling,” the soldier by his left grinned, teeth bloody, “we know how to take care of people like you.” one of the soldiers behind them barked a laugh. “just you wait until we show your people what has become of his little prince.”

to his credit, dream had put up a fight. killed at least six soldiers before he was finally thrown to the floor and pinned by several army men. he’d thrashed and kicked, attempting to choke one of the guards that had tried to handcuff him.

and all he had to show for it was bruises and blood.

the five guards escorting him finally led him out of the river, now heading into deep forest. dream’s heart skipped a beat. if he wasn’t concussed —which, to be fair, he probably was— he’d be able to tell that, just on the opposite side of the forest, stood their enemy base. which means he was getting into dangerous territory.

the point of no return.

dream was the first to pick up of the rustling, sounds hidden underneath the natural music of the forest. out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure, a blur,

“who’s there?” a guard yelled, holding up his sword. “show yourself!”

an arrow lodged itself on the man’s skull, his body dropping to the floor not long after.

“he’s in the trees!” another one exclaimed.

the men made the mistake of opening the tight circle they had formed around dream, eyes anxiously scanning the surrounding trees. and just as dream was starting to get a better layout of the land, he saw it.

a figure with a dark cloak wrapped around their frame, bow strapped to their back and sword in hand. dream was quick to spring into action, using their distraction in his favor. he shoved his weight against one of the guards, freeing himself of his grip. he slid onto the ground, hands still shackled together, reaching for the discarded sword from the dead soldier.

he warded off two soldiers, and the cloaked figure took care of the rest. and by the time not two minutes had passed, the only people standing were dream and his savior.

“thanks,” he breathes out.

the figure turns back to him, pulling their hood down. your hair sprawls out, eyes sharp. there’s blood splatters against your cheeks, but otherwise you don’t seem to have been harmed.

you sheathe your sword back into place, and a breath of relief escapes your lips. “let me,” you say, your hands reaching to unlock his cuffs. you shake your head. “you nearly gave me a heart attack, dream. don’t do that ever again.”

“don’t do what?”

“get yourself captured,” you say, voice dry. “you’re too important for that.” your eyes meet his own, and pink flushed against his cheeks. his heart stutters inside his chest, why—

a groan echoes behind the two of you as dream’s cuffs drop to the floor. before he can react, you’ve already nocked an arrow onto your bow and shot the guard dead.

you turn back to him, skin alight underneath the sun. and saints— have you always been this hot?

okay no nonnie bc i’ve been brain rotting so hard about royalty aus lately and this??? ohmygod it has me on a chokehold.

also dream with bottom energy we love to see it ohmygod yes just yes <3 i don’t even think i can add anything to this skajsjwksn i love it

#prince!dream #ramblings: dream #brainrot hours #dani’s chat room #🫐 anon #blueberry anon

[boardwalkcoven]

Finally colored + compiled all of those Edred sketches from a while back

(and Dimitri’s there too)

#blueberry prince my beloved #my art #fanart #unicorn: warriors eternal #unicorn warriors eternal #edred #dimitri dynamo #long post

[bloustorm]

Character Bingo!

Prince, Wang Zixin - Kiss The Abyss.

Your thoughts?

*I might die but I would go down cackling

He only half qualifies for the beast square

#blou talks to people #blueberry #ask game #KTA #kiss the abyss #Prince kta #wang zixin

[cochineal-leviat]

"On their quest to explore this new feeling in their chest, Kirby turns to Patchland's resident Fluff expert."

Fun fact: I did not mean to make Kirby's clothes resemble the nb flag. I was just looking for colours that would not break my colour palette, and it happened by accident. But it is too funny not to keep it. Plus, it works, so why fix something that ain't broken?

If anyone wants to see these outfits in full (this is also for the other outfits I have drawn for the cover art for this fic's chapters), please say so. I like designing outfits.

Ice cream/flower lore is under keep reading

The difference between vanilla and French vanilla is that the latter is made with more egg yolk and is more of a frozen custard than ice cream. Regular vanilla focuses on the cream paired with the vanilla taste. The difference between Gelato and ice cream is that Gelati is made from the base of custard and lacks eggs. There are also limited in flavours but they are smoother in texture.

So, you might probably be wondering what are Kirby and Fluff eating in the cover art. In Germany, this popular dessert called Spaghettieis was created by Dario Fontanella in the 60s after he immigrated from Italy to Germany. It is basically just ice cream/gelato made to look like spaghetti. You strain the vanilla ice cream through a pasta maker, a spätzle knife or a potato ricer to make it look like pasta. Pour strawberry sauce on it (or raspberry if the strawberry syrup is too sweet for you) and top it off with almond flakes, rasped coconut or grated white chocolate to mimic cheese. If you want to have 'meatballs' with your 'spaghetti', you can add chocolate balls to it. It is as simple as that. Usually, it is not served in a large bowl like that as it is in the cover art. But we all know Kirby's appetite, so I made it a serving bowl of Spaghettieis instead of two small plates.

Okay, for the flowers in the background. You might know some of this information already if you have read Midnight Soirée, but roses are the epitome of romance. I associate Fluff with roses, and I think he would also keep them on his balcony, so it is an environmental piece with sweet symbolism. Blue roses embody the mystique and unobtainable. Their most famous message is 'love at first sight'. But if given to someone you've been in a romantic relationship for a long time, it means 'you are still the one'. They are as whimsical as fairytales themselves, and like tall tales, they are not real. Blue roses are made of dying white roses blue. The same goes for green and black roses. Peach roses combine pink and white roses (without the anniversary or marriage meaning attached to them). They signify gratitude, admiration, sincerity, innocent affection and warm feelings.

#kirfluff #kirby #kirby series #prince fluff #my art #my writing #romance #humor #kirby gijinka #gijnka #established relationship #Blueberry Kisses (fic) #dom woole #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #kirby fanfic #fanfic #hijinks #shenanigans #ice cream lore #flower lore #food #digital art food

[crisp-sweet-pink-lady]

I so wish the scripts for season three were available, because I want to see how the stage directions interpret this interaction.

I mean, I know how I'm interpreting it, but I'm curious how intentional the writers were being...

#liveblog #between the jealousy in episode three and now this #it's pretty hard not to ship them #strawberry shortcake #berry bitty adventures #blueberry muffin #huckleberry pie #berryella and prince berry charming

[princekirijo]

PRINCE BIRTHDAY TIME?? SUPER HAPPY OF HAPPIEST BIRTHDAYS BRO‼️‼️‼️🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

AH THANK YOU SYP APPRECIATE IT BRO!! 🥰

#asks #goji-pilled #hell yeah prince birthday time 😸 #day was good!! had steak for dinner and my mam made a lemon and blueberry cake #it was really really good

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

hush hush.

#myevilposts #g-d i wanna gag on blueberry lips asap. i'm hungry. #i crave my future. please. #i'm craving bruises and whispers. #silver springs and broken things. #silver hair and. love affairs. lol. #prints of prince charming. you get the gist. i want the gist. #i want to be dissected and have my intestines removed so they can never hurt again. #i want to feel hands inside me. #my heart is doing pirouettes inside my chest and g-d does it hurt. #it's like swinging its big sexy legs around and hitting me again and again and again in the ribs. #i was made from His rib AND vice versa jsyk. so that's probably why i'm in pain. #because He suckssssss. lol. in every way 💕 #chronically illinois. i know how it is. #i've found PARAdise and it's His clit.

[pimosworld]

Blueberry Pancakes

Moon knight system x f!reader

Summary- You’re frustrated with Jake not being apart of your relationship so you take matters into your own hands.

CW-NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Depictions of DID, Smut, mentions of sex, Unprotected piv,fingering,rough sex,slight dom Jake, piv cream pie,cum,light angst, fluff.

Please let me know in the comments if I missed any warnings.

WC-3k

Not beta-read

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You slowly blink open your eyes taking in the soft morning light of the flat you share with your boyfriend-boyfriends. You’ve been spoiled by Marc and Steven for a year now and you couldn’t be happier. The sweet smell of blueberry pancakes wafts amongst the flat and you can’t help the bittersweet feeling that consumes you.

Jake makes you blueberry pancakes.

Despite doing all the things a loving, caring boyfriend does- he refuses to front. A simple hi and bye is the most you’ve gotten out of him. It shouldn’t bother you really, you have two wonderful men that kiss the ground you walk on. You can’t help but wonder why he doesn’t think he deserves to be a part of this the way Marc and Steven are.

You're pulled from your thoughts as the door to the bathroom opens and you're graced with the sight of Marc stalking towards you only wrapped in a towel. His broad shoulders and chest are still dripping with water from the shower. He leans down and places a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

You smile up at him feeling slightly guilty. You secretly hope one of these mornings it’s Jake emerging from the bathroom still glistening from the shower, he climbs into bed and fucks you like his life depends on it and you both enjoy those sweet blueberry pancakes together.

“Prince Charming made you pancakes again.” He says sarcastically as he makes his way to the closet to get dressed.

It seems to be a sore subject for Marc as you think back to the first time he made them. Marc excused himself from the table as you moaned into every bite. You didn’t miss the way he glared into his reflection in the toaster while he stood in the kitchen waiting for you to finish.

“You know I love you and you make the best omelet.” You say as you make your way out of bed and wrap him in a tight hug from behind.

“Yes but you don’t sound like we’re fucking when you eat my omelet.”

You nip at his back and smack his ass on your way out of the bedroom. As much as he calls you a brat he definitely has his moments.

You make your way to the kitchen to enjoy your breakfast before you have to head to work. As you sit down to take your first bite you feel Marc’s eyes on you. You look up from your plate and see him with arms crossed and a smirk on his gorgeous face. You cock your head to the side and take a slow bite stifling a moan, because now is not the time.

“Are you going to watch me eat the whole thing?” You say playfully as you watch him make his way to the coffee maker that Jake got ready for Marc-because you prefer tea.

He doesn’t respond right away so you think this is as good a time as any to bring up what’s been bothering you.

“Why won’t he spend time with me?”

Marc groans and rubs a hand over his face. “I’ve already told you, please just leave it alone.”

“Is he listening now?”

“No sweetheart.” Yes cariño

“Well if you could tell him, I really really love pancakes.”

“Sure thing.” Marc says with slight annoyance.

****

You turn the key to enter your flat and as you open the door you're greeted with the sight of your boyfriend on the couch pecking at you over the bridge of his reading glasses.

“Hey love.” Steven smiles sweetly at you as he sets his book on the coffee table. “How was your day?” He always directed his full attention at you, as if you were the moon and the stars.

“It was fine.” You say rather unconvincing.

“Oh just fine,that won’t do.” He pats the seat next to him on the couch. “Come have a seat, let's talk.”

You make your way over to the couch and sit down and he grabs your legs placing them in his lap as you lean your back on the opposite arm rest. He takes your heels off one by one and begins rubbing your aching feet.

“I know you had pancakes this morning so the day started off better than fine.” He says jokingly with a smirk on his face.

“Well…that’s just it.” You say slightly embarrassed about what you're about to ask the sweet man rubbing your feet as he does most nights after a long day at work. “Could you help me with something?”

“Depends on what it is but anything for you love.”

“Could you…help me spend some time with Jake?” You say almost at a whisper.

He ceases rubbing your feet and looks at you with those deep brown pleading eyes. “You know how he is…but if it’s important to you I’ll try.”

You sit up enthusiastically and curl into Stevens' side wrapping your arms around his waist in a gripping hug.

“Okay, what does he like to eat?Does he have any favorite hobbies?What kind of shows does he watch? What’s his favorite color?…you realize your rambling like Steven does when he’s giving a tour at the museum, not even giving the poor man a chance to answer.

“Slow down love, one thing at a time.” He furrows his brow deep in thought. “Oh bollocks, I’m afraid I’m no help. I don’t know what he likes to eat, I’m pretty sure his favorite hobby is murder, he barely watches television and…well.” He chuckles to himself.

“What’s so funny.” You say slightly defeated

“Oh it’s nothing, it's just that I’m pretty sure his favorite color is red since he’s practically always covered in it.”

Steven looks at his reflection in the t.v. and suddenly drops his smile. “Right…well that’s about all I can help you with sorry love.” He stammers out quickly.

“Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” He says as he hangs his head. Your sweet Steven has no idea how helpful he truly is.

You slide your hand to his cheek and tilt his head down at you placing a soft kiss on his lips. You sit up to straddle his lap and you can feel him getting hard for you already. As you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to whisper in his ear, you can tell his breath is ragged.

“I’d like to show you how helpful you are, if you’ll let me?” You bite down on his earlobe and hear his breath catch in his throat.

“I’d like that very much love.”

****

It’s Friday night, it’s been three days since Steven helped you-and you helped Steven. You’ve been planning and hoping that what you have in store will draw Jake out of hiding. If not you’ll just have to live with his silent affections.

Steven is relaxing on the couch as you stand in front of your full length mirror putting on the final touches to your look. It didn’t take much convincing to have him spend the night with you if things don’t go according to plan.

You got your hair done that morning, something you rarely treat yourself too. As you stare at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but feel slightly turned on- this has to work.

You adjust the straps on your silk red dress and smooth your hands down the front. You slide in your strappy red heels that you hope you won’t have to walk very far tonight. You lean into the mirror to apply your crimson red lipstick to match the red you applied to your nails earlier that day.

As you grab your purse and make your way towards the door you can feel Stevens' eyes on you. You don’t dare glance over at him suddenly feeling like a predator's prey.

“Bye love, I’m going out with some friends, don't wait up for me.”

You reach for the door but an unfamiliar voice stops you in your tracks.

“Bebita I don’t think your boyfriends would be too happy about this.” You turn around to see Jake with his eyes narrowed as if he’s studying your movements.

“My boyfriends don’t care if I go out.” Your voice cracks a little and you're suddenly aware of how dry your throat is.

“I didn’t mean if you go out cariño.” He stands from the couch and you suddenly feel very small. “I mean dressed like this.” He gestures his fingers up and down your body.

“Maaarrrc…Steeeeven?” You mockingly call about the flat. “I guess they aren’t here so I’ll be going.”

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror next to the door feigning confidence.

“You’ll be staying.” He says in a commanding tone that makes your pussy clench in anticipation.

You grab the door handle and look over your shoulder with the most sultry look you can muster (that you absolutely have not been practicing in the mirror). “Make me.”

He crosses the distance from the couch to you in two steps and pins you against the door with his chest pressed to your back. You can tell you’ve had an affect on him by the way his hard bulge is pressed against your ass. He grips both your wrists with one of his large calloused hands. He leans in close to your ear and breathes in deep.

“New perfume?” He says in a low husky tone.

He licks a stripe up your neck and gently bites down on your earlobe. Drawing a small whimper out of you.

“Not so talkative now are we hermosa? His chuckles reverberate through your body as he slowly draws his fingers up your thigh. He can feel how wet you are through your panties and a low growl from him sends shivers down your spine.

“This wet for me?” A breathy “ yes” is all you can manage as he drags his fingers through your slit at an agonizing slow pace. He starts rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you can feel that tell tale sign that you're close to your climax as you clench down on nothing. He knows you're close and he wants to draw this out- you drew him out after all. He ceases his movements and all you can do is whimper.

“Shh it’s ok hermosa I’m going to take care of you.” You try to calm your breathing but he still has you pressed against the door with both hands behind your back.

“Answer my questions and I’ll take care of you.” He says into your ear as his breathing picks up. You give him a quick nod and his grip tightness on your wrist. “Words sweetheart.”

“Yes sir.” He nips at your shoulder with that last word. He resumes his movements dragging his fingers through your slit. “Did you buy this dress for me?”

“Yes.” You answer as he dips two fingers into your soft channel. If not for his grip on your wrists you’d be in a puddle on the floor. “What about these panties, did you buy them for me?” He’s slowly fucking you with his fingers and all you can hear in the flat is your breathy moans.

“Yes.” You say a little louder this time and he presses his fingers on those bundle of nerves inside and you think you might lose your mind.He brings his thumb to your clit as he steadily works you open. He places his knee between your thighs and slowly lifts you up. “Come for me hermosa.” You drop your head back on his shoulder and note down on your lip as you come with a silent cry.

As you come down from your high you realize you’ve never had an orgasm so intense without seeing your boyfriend's face. He slowly puts you down and draws his fingers away and you hiss at the loss.

“Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” He says still with his back pressed to you, his obvious erection putting a strain on Stevens sweatpants.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say in almost a whine not even recognizing your own voice. He spins you around and you can see the hunger in his deep brown eyes, pupils blown wide. He looks very different from Marc and Steven, yet so similar. It takes your breath away how he looks at you like you're his world and also his victim in the same moment.

“I’m sorry about your dress.” He says sarcastically as you look down confused seeing nothing wrong with it. Before you can ask why he takes both hands and rips it down the front as if it was made of paper. “I’m sorry about your panties too.” You close your eyes and prepare yourself for what’s next as you feel a light tug on your hips and the sound of your new red lace panties ripping.

He takes in your form as you're now left in your sheer red bra and strappy heels. One of his hands comes to the back of your head and he pulls you into a bruising kiss, he kisses you like he’s been starving for you. Like if you pull away you’ll disappear. Your hands come to his arms tracing the familiar muscles you’ve come to know and love and this just feels right.

His thick bulge is pressed against your abdomen, as he grinds his hips into you pressing you further into the door. Precum now staining Stevens sweatpants (which you’ll have to hear about later). You suddenly feel very exposed and you slowly push him off you. As you both catch your breath he looks as though he’s done something wrong and your heart aches because you just want the man to be as exposed as you are.

“Clothes off.” Is all you can manage-real articulate.

Jake strips in two seconds flat and your thanking whatever Egyptian god that he didn’t rip Stevens clothes.

You’ve seen this body many times but as he stands before you with his thick cock, tip red and aching steadily leaking precum you feel as if it’s the first time. He backs you against the door again and grabs your face with both hands as he stares into your eyes.

“Tell me again.” He says in a pleading tone.

“I want you to fuck me Jake.”

You yelp in surprise as he grabs your waist and hoists you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He takes his hand and wraps it around his thick cock slowly coating it with your slick just teasing your entrance. You whimper at the feeling as he pushes in and you both moan in unison at the stretch. You drop your head to his shoulder and he’s not moving but you desperately want him too.

You dig your heels into his ass and he groans as his grip tightens on your waist.

“Just give me a moment cariño.” And you almost don’t recognize his voice. You squeeze your core around his throbbing cock and that’s all the moment he needs before he’s thrusting into you at a bruising pace.

“Oh. Fuck. Jake..” your words are punctuated with each thrust as he fucks too against the door.

“Jesus Christ, your pussy is so tight.” He’s quickly falling apart as he slams you down on his cock over and over. “I can’t believe I waited this long to do this.” Your moans in his ear as you hold on for dear life are going to send him over the edge. But not before you. His movements slow and you can feel his thick cock drag through your walls as you drop your head to the crook of his neck.

“Tell me what you want cariño.” He turns his head to see his reflection in the mirror next to the door.

“Fuck me harder Jake please.” You’re practically crying at the sensation as if it’s your first time. He smirks at his reflection and your pleas are all he needs.

“I love when you beg hermosa.” He holds you up with one arm and brings his thumb to your clit as he resumes his pace, roughly fucking you against the door. He can feel your pussy gripping his cock as your slick coats both your thighs.

“Fuck. Me. Right. There.” You're screaming now and will surely get a noise complaint, but you can’t care at this moment you’ve wanted for so long. Your vision goes white as you reach your climax and you're digging your nails into his back as you come undone. That’s all it takes for him before he comes with a choked sound as he’s shooting hot ropes of cum into your quivering channel. He groans in your ear as he slowly rocks his hips up pinning you to the door.

You don’t know how long you stay like that trying to catch your breath as you both come down from your high. It feels like you're floating and you realize he hasn’t put you down but he’s carrying towards the bed. He gently lays you down and you both wince as he pulls out of you. He places a soft kiss on your sweat soaked forehead. He takes off your heels and brings you one of Stevens shirts to sleep in.

“I’ll be right back cariño.” Your smiling to yourself as you watch him walk towards the bathroom.

Sleep is starting to claim you as he makes his way back to you with a warm washcloth, gently wiping your thighs and your swollen folds. He tosses the towel in the direction of the hamper not caring if he makes it. He lays down beside you and pulls your back into his chest wrapping you in a deep hug.

“Shouldn’t you call your friends so they aren’t worried?” He mumbles into your hair.

“Hmm?” Your blissed out brain can’t grasp what he’s talking about. He chuckles lowly to himself.

He’s not sure if you're asleep when he whispers to himself.

“I really really love pancakes too.”

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

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