karaeilish

[karaeilish]

i hope bf!megan becomes a character of yours that is essential to the lore of your blog. when newbies come here, i want them confused asf when everyone still makes little jokes about bf!megan. this is also me begging asking for hcs to quench my thirst please.

this made me laugh acc 😭😭😭😭 n ofc baby m working on bf!megan heads !!

[karaeilish]

more text with bf! megan cause chileeee 😮‍💨😮‍💨

⟢ texts with bf!megan p2 ་༘ ࿐

a/n — posting rn bc zara said so 💔

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[karaeilish]

😭😭😭😭

MIDNIGHT MAGIC WITH DANIELA AND MANON

texts with gf! dani and bsf! manon

⤷ warnings. mention of suggestive topics postcards. hoping with everything in me this layout doesn't mess up😭

© dragoneyelashart

𖤓 tags. @karaeilish @chrissv4mp @bilsbabyma @bitchesbrokenpromises @jennasslut @marvelwomen-simp @bunnyxslutt @sacredgene @de1ulugurl @eilishsbarbie @emi-inspace | link to be added to my taglist!

[karaeilish]

the way ik ur not an apple user from the texts lolllll

dude 🙏

[karaeilish]

IM DYINGGG U SAID READERS LIKE ITS A SLUR 😭😭

but yeah that anon had no right to say that shit 😒

Anyways love your stuff!! 💕💕

HAHAHAHHA I MEANT ONLY DISRESPECTFUL ONES 💔💔💔

i love you !!!

[karaeilish]

i don’t like school dude i miss staying up until 3 am reading fics😔 -🫐

omg i hated school sm 💔💔💔

[karaeilish]

˖࿐𝐦unch!dani headcanons . ˖

✶ (munch!daniela × f!reader)

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who tells you every single day that she's drunk on your pussy

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who loses all dignity in that whiny little voice begging you to sit on her face

ೀ⋆ munch!dani whose nails dig into your thighs too painfully when she's too into you

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who makes too many dirty jokes when you're in public or streaming

"i would never sit on dirty" you grimace, having spent the last five minutes talking about some dive bar in town that apparently only gets cleaned once every couple of years. dani's mouth hangs open indignantly, her hands at her sides, making her look like a disgruntled gnome. "my face is always clean, actually!" and the second she says it, manon's hand immediately hits her on the back. "oh my god, shut the fuck up already!"

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who eats pussy better when she's stressed before a show or performance

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who can post something like 'day first no pussy' on her private twitter and get a hundred puke emojis from manon

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who can start hitting on you in a club if she’s too drunk

'mamacita, let's go to the bathroom i promise your girlfriend won't know' 'you are my girlfriend you alcoholic idiot'

and she still gets what she wants.

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who does it messily. sloppily

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who loves it when you pull her hair a little harder than usual

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who keeps videos of her eating you out in a variety of positions in a hidden folder

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who often cooks for you, just so she has another way to get pussy from you

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who will swallow every drop of your arousal and then spit on your tongue, forcing you to swallow

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who leaves countless marks on your thighs, knowing how much it turns you on

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who will ask you to sit on her face, just so you can completely ruin her makeup

ೀ⋆ munch!dani whose knees are constantly bruised, which raises many questions and suspicions on the internet

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who prefers to do it with her beanie on. just sexy

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who doesn't back down, even when you start choking her with your thighs and trying to pull her away from you

ೀ⋆ munch!dani who likes to gag you with your own panties

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[karaeilish]

karaa baby, i need you to write perv!megan or texts idk i just need my pathetic loser 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

yes ma’am 🫡🫡🫡

[karaeilish]

BYEEEEE

Can you write abt gp!megan and fem!reader trying to sext for the first time but Megan can't keep serious for 5 minutes

DON'T LAUGH ✷ M.S

❝ she can't and won't stay serious ❞

꣑꣒ ⋆｡˚ ❪ 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔 ❫ ✴︎ pairing. megan skiendiel x f! reader genre. fluff ── megan can naver be serious, not even when sexting with her girlfriend. notes. i gotta say this is so loser megan coded, she can't be serious at all 🤦🏻‍♀️

sacredgene ────── © 2025

[karaeilish]

#needthat!!!

being the passanger princess to each member of katseye?

passenger princess.

postcards. first celebration post !!! 😽😽

disclaimer. i do not write for yoonchae so she will not be featured in this

— d. avanzini

"we're not in an f1 race,"

you clutch the door handle, knuckles white, as daniela swerves through traffic like she owns the road. the latin music thumps in your chest, and her hand rests on your thigh, fingers brushing lightly, teasing just enough to make your stomach twist.

“dani! slow down! we’re not in an f1 race,” you shout, voice shaky and half-laughing.

“i’d like to think i am,” she says, eyes glinting in the rearview mirror, thumb tracing slow, lazy circles over your skin.

you groan, leaning into the seat. “that’s it. tell my family i love them. make sure i look good in my casket.”

she laughs, low and teasing, leaning a little closer so your shoulders brush. “you look perfect to me,” she murmurs, her hand inching higher, making your pulse spike.

“shut up” you start, but she cuts you off with a grin.

“oh you don't wanna hear my beautiful voice anymore, amor?” she asks, voice silk over danger.

you swallow hard, feeling your words get caught in your throat. “no” you admit finally, and she chuckles, clearly pleased.

her grip on your thigh tightens as she zips past a red light, okay, maybe she didn’t actually stop, and your heart lurches in protest.

“you’re insane,” you mutter, but there’s a laugh in your voice, betraying just how much you’re enjoying this.

“maybe,” she says, hand lingering on your thigh, “but you like it.”

“i hate you,” you whisper, barely audible, but her smirk says she hears it perfectly—and that she knows exactly what you mean.

"that's definitely not what you said in bed last night"

— m. bannerman

"do you only think with your dick?"

you sink into the passenger seat, trying to focus on the road ahead even though manon keeps catching your attention. she’s driving, one hand on the wheel, her knee guiding the rest of it, and every so often she shifts, readjusting her pants with just enough movement to make your stomach tighten.

“ugh, these stupid jeans making me look like i have a dick” she mutters, more to herself than to you, but her eyes flick to you over her shoulder, and you swear that smirk is just for you.

“i kinda like the view,” you say, trying to sound casual, though your throat suddenly feels dry.

she chuckles softly, one hand brushing against yours when she shifts again, not enough to be obvious, just… there. “good to know, maybe you should come to something about it” she says, tone light, playful, like she’s testing you.

every now and then she throws a random comment your way. “gosh, i need to park this car right now.” she states jokingly, glancing at you, and you laugh before you can stop yourself, heart skipping a beat at the way her knee bumps yours slightly.

"do you only think with your dick?" you ask trying to ignore the subtle touches, the way she leans back just a fraction closer when she laughs, the faint brush of her hand against your thigh when she reaches to change the music. each one is casual, natural, but it’s enough to make you painfully aware of every inch between you.

“why are you all quiet all of a sudden?” manon asks casually, glancing at you over her shoulder, voice light, teasing.

you shift in your seat, biting back a grin. “just thinking… you’d look kinda hot with a dick.”

her head snaps toward you for half a second before she bursts out laughing, almost swerving the car. “oh my gosh, y/n!” she says between laughs, hand covering her mouth for a beat.

you can’t help but laugh too, cheeks warm. “i’m just saying—it crossed my mind!”

she shakes her head, still laughing, one hand on the wheel and the other swatting lightly at your knee. “you’re so weird”

“hey you chose to date me” you tease, raising a brow.

“can i change my mind?” she smirks, her eyes glinting. “because right now i’m just debating if i should find the nearest parking lot right now or wait till you say something even worse.”

— s. laforteza

"you drive at the speed of a grandma"

you’re barely buckled in before sofia shoots you a look. “seatbelt,” she says, firm but playful, pointing at your chest like a mom about to scold.

“okay bossy,” you tease, snapping it into place.

“i'm not bossy,” she corrects with a grin, adjusting the mirror. “just...responsible! you’ll thank me when we don’t end up in a ditch.” "that's because you drive at the speed of a grandma" which is true, she drives slow, but somehow, with her, it doesn’t feel boring. she’s got the music up, singing dramatically "off-key" is what she calls it, but you and her both know it's nothing short of on key. she's drumming on the steering wheel, throwing glances your way whenever she nails a high note.

“don’t laugh, i sound exactly like the recording,” she says after a particularly awful run of lyrics, and you burst out laughing anyway.

“exactly like them,” you agree, biting your lip to hold back a grin.

she wiggles her brows and belts out the next line louder, just to make you laugh harder, then leans over at a red light to bump your shoulder.

“see? told you i’m fun to drive with,” she says, smug.

“fun, yeah,” you say, still laughing. “safe, too. i bet you’d use your blinker even in an empty parking lot.”

— m. skiendiel

"wow, i really am the full package"

megan’s got one hand on the wheel, the other gripping your thigh like it’s second nature. she’s barely pulled out of the driveway before she hits you with, “do you think birds ever judge us for not being able to fly? like… do they think we’re losers?”

you blink at her, laughing. “that’s your first thought of the day? birds calling us losers?”

“well,” she says with a shrug, eyes on the road, “i call people losers all the time, and i can’t fly. imagine if i could.”

you shake your head, trying to stifle a grin, but her thumb starts tracing slow, absentminded circles on your leg. she notices the way you shift in your seat, smirking like she’s two steps ahead.

“you’re ridiculous,” you mutter.

“ridiculously hot?” she fires back immediately, wiggling her brows before turning the radio up.

you groan, covering your face with your hands. “oh my god.”

she just laughs, leaning over at a red light to press a kiss against your cheek. “you love it. admit it.”

“i tolerate it,” you tease, but the way your lips twitch into a smile betrays you.

“tolerate this too?” she asks, squeezing your thigh just a little firmer before letting her hand rest there again, casual but charged.

you shoot her a look, heat creeping up your neck. “you’re impossible.”

“impossibly sexy, impossibly funny, wow, i really am the full package,” she says, deadpan, like she’s reading off a list. “five-star reviews only.”

— l. raj

"you treat every red light like it's coachella"

the second you sit down, lara’s already queuing up her playlist like she’s about to perform a sold-out show. music blasts through the speakers, and without missing a beat, she’s singing along, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming theatrically on the dashboard.

“you treat every red light like it’s coachella,” you laugh, watching her throw in a head bop that nearly knocks her sunglasses crooked.

she grins, sliding them back up her nose with a flourish. “yeah, well, lucky you scored VIP tickets. front row, one on one contact with the artist privileges included.” her hand sneaks over to rest on your leg, casual but very much intentional.

you roll your eyes, but your grin betrays you. “this is VIP service? thought it came with free drinks.”

lara smirks, eyes still on the road. “oh, baby, i am the free drinks. top shelf only.” she winks before belting the chorus so dramatically you choke on your own laugh.

when the song fades out, she tilts her head toward you. “go on then, pick one. shock me with something.”

you scroll through her phone nervously, knowing the stakes are high. you hit play on something safe, and the opening chords fill the car.

lara pauses, then nods slowly. “not bad… i’ll allow it.” she leans in just a little, smirk curling her lips. “you’re lucky i find you hot, otherwise this would’ve been an instant aux ban.”

“so i passed?” you ask, half-relieved, half-teasing.

“passed? baby, you’re on thin ice,” she says dramatically, already cueing up her own song again. “but don’t worry, i grade on a curve for people i’m sleeping with.”

© dragoneyelashart

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[karaeilish]

hiii are u taking reqs right now?

hi love ! yes !!

[karaeilish]

hehe I'm m giggling and kicking my feet

what was that kara omfg im ovulating STOPP 😵‍💫need more texts ugh

🤭🤭🤭🤭

fuckboy!megan texts coming for you baby 👅👅👅

[karaeilish]

⟢ texts with bf!megan ་༘ ࿐

゛tags :: @dragoneyelashart, @angellvk, @chrissv4mp, @sacredgene, @realbadgirlx, @wwwlpgs, @aka-persephone, @bilsbabyma, @marieilish1823, @bunnyxslutt

[karaeilish]

go girl give us…. 100 words…

go girl respect writers. none of you readers have any right to complain about how much and when i write

[karaeilish]

It's okay, no worries! I'm happy you're doing good thoughh

I've been enjoying my few days of summer left until im back to staying up late and cramming work everyday 😭

oh. baby 💔💔 i feel you rn 😓

[karaeilish]

What does fwb mean?

friends with benefits !

[karaeilish]

I need to see you write something about Billie finding out about readers praise kink and Billie goes all soft!domme, talking her through orgasm after orgasm

⋆˚࿔ a/n :: for all my babies who missed billie !!

✶ (softdom!billie × f!reader) [ fingering . praise kink ]

"you know, you could’ve told me sooner, angel"

her fingers slowly slide into your pussy, filling you so good, so perfectly, that your eyes roll into the back of your head once again, your hips lifting up, seeking more contact with her. billie looks straight into your eyes, not breaking contact, lips playfully pouting as she mimics your face, pure pleasure written all over it.

"bil—please..!" you swallow hard, trying to squeeze out at least a few more words, but the pleasure is too blinding when her thumb rests on your clit, intensely stimulating, making your legs shake.

"please what baby? ask properly"

you sob, grabbing her face to pull her closer for a sloppy kiss, biting and kissing her lips desperately, whispering and begging.

"faster, i need faster..! please!" your words barely perceptible, but billie's too lost in you to deny her baby anything.

"that's it, that's my good girl" her fingers begin to thrust into you faster, more furiously, not sparing your pussy as you left scratches on her bare back, covered only by a sports bra. she growled in pleasure, feeling this pain.

"cum for me, princess. please mommy"

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