#hi bby hiii

[dreamings-free]

29/3/24

[yuukimiyas]

hi sweet peas!! ᜊ꒰ ᜊ ´ ˘꒱ ੭♡ just wanted to pop in & wish you all a very happy sat & wknd!! <33 i’m not 100% back here yet but just know i miss you all lots & lots!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩´﹏`∩ ꒱ྀིა & im forever sending love & light to you ALL!! <33

[ahogedetective]

❝ hey, shuichi-kun! just checking in on you, you've been holed up in your room all day! you better be taking care of yourself, mister, or else you'll have to answer to me! ❞ (aka it's been a while hello <3 if u got an ask from me twice forgive me i sent an ask to u earlier and tumblr banned me for it)

Today was uneventful day, and he didn't need a reason to go outside in that cold weather: so Shuichi decided to just stay in his room for today, excitedly taking this chance to finally indulge in his newest book purchase. He paused his reading at one point when hearing someone at his door. Seeing that it was Kaede, was a nice surprise. He was always happy to see her.

"Hi, Kaede-san! Oh, h-heh heh: so you knew, huh? Thank you for wanting to check up on me... b-but, um-!!" At the light scolding, he waves his hands in protest while smiling sheepishly. "I-I've been taking care of myself, really!! I took breaks in between reading to at least eat!" She knows him far too well, he thinks to himself..!

"S-So I'm alright!! How about you, how are you doing? I hope you've been doing the same, yourself!"

[starryylies]

the pregnant reader thing is soooo cute!!! can we have more of that?

* ☽₊ ⋆₊𖤐 bby dad! Simon ⋆𖤐˚₊ * ☽₊

✰ꕥꕥꕥ new daddy simon ꕥꕥꕥ✰

HIII YES BBBB and thank uuuu

🍼 Simon who has seen suffering and violence throughout his life almost faints when he sees his beautiful wife in such pain during labour

🍼 Simon who holds your hand through the entire time, not caring if your nails are hurting him whatsoever

🍼 Simon who cries when he sees his baby daughter the first time, cutting the umbilical cord off

🍼 Simon who installs heavy security before you come home.

🍼 Simon who is very careful driving home and making the car comfortable for you and your baby girl by putting a warm comforter, food for you and a little stuffed rabbit for his daughter.

🍼 Simon who takes care of his baby girl so delicately, her little body on the palm of his hand as he holds her close to his heart.

🍼 Simon who gives her all the kisses the minute he gets the chance

🍼 Simon who swears to protect his family till the end of time and never letting anything bad happen to you, not like what happened in his past.

🍼 Simon who calms his daughter down while you’re asleep because he doesn’t want you to overexert yourself by taking care of her.

🍼 Simon who does the housework because he doesn’t want you to be more stressed

🍼 Simon who buys you chocolates, rings, stuffies whatever you want because he’s so grateful for you because you gave him a second chance in life

[chxrryhansen]

hiii okay this is my first time asking something and is terrifying and you don’t have to do this of course

rafe cameron takes the shy girl out for a date at the beach and at the end he fucks her senseless

also can i be 💋 anon?? 

ofc you can bby!! and dont be scared omg i would love to hear each and every one of your thoughts! also if you have sent me a request in my asks i will get to it after i publish my concepts!

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“your wine taste good sweetie?” he asked, his lips wrapping around the bottle in his hand, taking a swig of beer.

rafe surprised you, taking you to a private spot on his family owned beach; he had even hired a waiter to serve you underneath a beautiful open fale facing the jewel like ocean. contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend had never treated you poorly, never raising his voice, always buying you gifts and treating you like a princess. he practically worshiped the ground you walk on.

“mhm.” you nodded happily, sending him one of your famously shy smiles. his large hand reached across the table intertwining his fingers with your own much smaller ones.rafe had always been soft on you, you just seemed to have a way of comforting him with a sense of calming. he was so used to hearing crashing waves that he had forgotten what a calm ocean sounded like until he met you.

pushing his chair back he stands gently, keeping a hold of your hand. pulling you softly to stand. he leads you to the edge of the deck, standing behind you with his hands holding your hips as you lean over the wooden ledge, admiring the motionless sea and the crimson pink sky, watching as the sun begins to set.

“beautiful, huh?” he whispers, pressing kisses to your forehead. running his lips down til he reaches your neck, sucking and biting your soft skin gently.

you moan weakly at the sensation, clenching your thighs together to relieve some tension and throwing your head back in ecstasy. you push your hips further into his, listening to him grunt you begin to grind in circular motions, his grip tightening as he guides you, feeling his hard length in between your ass cheeks. His hands move from your hips to lift your dress over your ass.

At his newfound discovery he lets out a low whistle “no panties? naughty girl.” he drawls.

“t-touch me.. please rafe.” you whine, feeling hot underneath his gaze. His fingers run through your slit, gathering your sweet juices as you whine in pleasure, turning your head and watching as he lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking gently, panting at the taste of your sopping pussy.

“you know i love you, right honey?…” he whispered, pulling down his slacks, his hand wrapping around his fat cock, he begins rubbing his tip up and down against your hole, pushing his hips into you slightly, just deep enough that your walls began to swallow his thick mushroom tip as you cry out. you nodded shakily, tears streaming down your cheeks in anticipation.

“good. cause’ i’m gonna’ fuck you like i don’t.”

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[starkeyisthelastname]

hiii!! how are u? hope ur doing well, i was wondering if you could make a rafe x fem!reader smut, thank u 🫶

Hi bby! I’m doing well and you?! 💕 Hope you don’t mind I made this dealer!rafe because I’m obsessed!

“You got such a pretty fuckin pussy.” Rafe mumbled, leaning down towards your wet hole. He spread your lips open, spitting between your folds as he looked up at you. “Yeah.. I know you like that shit.” He husked out, leaning down to bury his face in your leaking cunt.

Your tummy tightened at his raspy voice, watching as his tongue moved along your sopping center. His diamond chain shined against his neck as he began he yanked you closer to the edge of the bed. He ate pussy like a starved man, never afraid to get sloppy with it.

Lil Durk’s Every Freakin’ Day played in the background, not too loud as your moans were too pretty for Rafe not to hear. He groaned against your leaking cunt, lapping up your sweet juices as he watched you come undone. The diamond necklace sitting between the valley of your breasts, had the letters R.C sparkling as your chest heaved up and down.

“Daddy..” You whined, toes curling and eyes threatening to shut. “You’re gonna make me cum..” You mewled out, hands grabbing the loose cash that still lay over the bed from Rafe’s counting.

“Cum all over my face, princess. Let daddy drink that sweet shit up.” He husked out against your hole as his two digits slid in to push you over the edge.

[vivwritesfics]

hiii love is it ok if i request a sargeant!reader x oscar?

okay so ive done the piastri twins (one of my favourites), but im swapping it for you bby

also this picture is gold

The Sargeant family was rich. Thank God, because they had two kids who were into karting. That's two kids to move to the United Kingdom (at least they could room together).

That's two Sargeants a young Oscar Piastri found as his best friends. They grew up together, the three of them karting together.

Of course, all three of them had dreams of driving in F1. They moved through the ranks together, joined Prema together (along with Frederick Vesti, the four of them made up FLOP, and they still didn't know where the P came from).

Logan was never protective of his twin, he never had to be (growing up with Logan and Dalton, she'd learnt to hold her own). But he didn't like people flirting with her. (When confronted about it, Logan said it was because they were twins. Even if they were non identical twins, it was, apparently, still like someone was flirting with him).

That was why Oscar never flirted with her. He won her over by bringing her food. It was inconspicuous, and they'd been friends long enough that Logan didn't assume anything. He trusted Oscar enough to leave his sister alone with him.

And, at eighteen, they pushed it to the limit. Well, she kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Logan can't know," she'd whispered against his lips.

Neither of them quite knew what would happen if Logan found out. They'd never been in this situation before, never thought they would be. (Actually, it didn't come as a surprise. The biggest surprise was that it had taken this long).

Logan did eventually find out. It took until he and Oscar were in f1 for Logan to find out.

Well, they didn't think anybody would see. It was hopefully her final year in F2, her final F2 race in Jeddah. She knew she had to win it. And win she did. She took that Prema car to the very end, staying ahead of every other car on track.

She'd kissed Oscar, not quite realising that there were cameras following her around. Fuck, they weren't supposed to do that.

"OSCAR PIASTRI!"

[n3tworksucks]

Hey babe! Could you do like a NSFW alphabet headcanon thing for Carl Gallagher?

Ily🤍🤍

HIII BBY OFCC ILYT🤍🤍 (UPDATED!!)

word count;1430

warnings; nsfw n stuff sooo..... do what you want with that💀(an- i updated it because it wasn't too accurate and it was finally starting to bother me so i hope i made it a little more accurate😘)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

he'd probably already have like a towel and water or something so when yall are done he could just quickly clean up then probably cuddle, or smoke and talk or both.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I'd say he likes his upper body(like idk how to explain lmao) so his torso and arms and stuff because like he could do a lot with his arms and stuff ;)

and for you, probably your boobs or thighs because he likes leaving hickeys on them and he love going down on you, so I could definitely see him growing some extra love for your thighs, and it doesn't even have to be sexual too, he just loves every part of you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

loves cumming inside, like if you're on the pill or hes using a condom, but if not, I feel like his pull out game if pretty strong, so hed like to cum on your lower stomach or back. and for you, he'd love it if you came anywhere lol, like him just knowing he made you cum just makes it better.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he'd wanna talk to his friends about his sex life not necessarily to brag. but also doesn't because he doesn't wanna risk any information getting out and you getting upset or something. but he'd probably tell a little to Ian if the subject came up somehow, but no details.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

oh god do I even have to answer💀? yes he is. I think we all know lol.. but mostly from like research from when he was younger, because he's not a virgin, but he definitely knows how and what to do in general, but the more you go at it, the more he learns your body and what it takes to pleasure you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

hes got a few for different places, but his mains are missionary but maybe with one ankle on his shoulder, or dogy, and if you have a favorite he'd most likely try it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I mean, not all the time. I'd say 50/50. like there's times where its not a need to be serious but thats mostly the vibe, like it was an important date night or something. then other times like if you're both high or a little out of it then I'm sure there's a few giggles and jokes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

doesn't focus too much down there, but he'd probably trim when he feels like it or wants to look nice lmao.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

yess, he loves the feeling of being close to you and to him it feels like it just builds the bond more, like even if its angry sex, he'd still kiss you lovingly and stuff like that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

sometimes yeah, like you're not able to see each other for a while, he'd probably jack off a few times, but doesn’t wanna do it often because he wants to wait for when you get to be with each other again ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he'd probably be into tying or holding your hands together, maybe a blind fold here and there if you're feeling frisky, and he'd probably be into smoking a joint or something too, like shotgunning.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

mostly the bedroom, but, if you both were horny enough, probably a public bathroom, either in a stall or he'd lock the bathroom door and fuck on the counter. or anywhere, he doesn't care.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

it doesn't take much, but he's better at controlling now, but what would get him going now is when you'd just physically love on him, like rub his thigh a little, kiss his neck, tell him you love him. if you do all those, he'd probably drag you away from everybody and go somewhere private. and idk why… but I can see this turning him on too, like when you're sweaty and stuff, I think if he thinks of another reason for you to be sweaty, that would probably get him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

definitely a no to anything that could hurt you and make you uncomfortable. no knifes, no major rough kinks and stuff, he'd hate to see you get hurt even a little with stuff like that, like wouldn't be too into harsh degradation, and doesn't wanna make you try unless its tears of pleasure.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

loooves going down on you all the time, like, he gets pleasure out of it too, he gets pussy drunk a lot of the time, but also loves a good blow. but he mainly gives first, knowing you give back eventually.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

if its just normal casual sex, probably at a slight faster speed just because. not rough, but if its special or you both have some time on your hands, he'd go slow and sensual

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

not his favorite, but sometimes you both just need a moment, or just need to be quick with it. he's definitely good at quickies though if you need to be fast.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he doesn't mind experimenting with things youd wanna try, or something he saw on the internet or something. and he doesn't care about where, like a public bathroom or in a car. in a way he likes the feeling, but doesn’t necessarily wanna get caught.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

oh god, after military school he could probably go forever lmao, but obviouslyat some point there's rest. but I think he could go at least 3+. whether thats in the same time or same day, but i think after rounds, there'd be a break then he'd be back at it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

now… I think at some point, you both would talk about it, like maybe he ask about it after he passed that one aisle at a cvs💀 but if you did end up using toys at some point, they'd mainly be for you, like a vibrator or something, but wouldn't wanna use them all the time, because he wants to be the only one that can make you feel good yknow?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he'd tease a little, mainly with his words, but even if he was unfair, he'd let you get back at him sometime to even it out.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

if he's on top, he groans more, maybe let's one or two moans out, but its mainly heavy breathing. but if you were on top, he'd moan more, and act more subby. especially if he's he's pussy drunk, he'd moan while eating you out.

W = Wild Card ( a random headcanon)

so kinda back to like how to get him going, I feel like he's sensitive to certain touches and words/tones with you. like only if you're trying to get him going, and he can tell the difference between you being horny and you being affectionate, so if you touche him like that, you know he's sighing, closing his eyes, and leaning his head back

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under the belt)

I'd say.. about 6.5-7 inches. I'm not gonna go further💀

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

pretty high, but can control his thoughts a little more, and by that I mean from 70,000 times a day to probably more times a day lmao

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he'd wait for you to fall asleep, and even when you're asleep, he'd still probably be awake not doing anything but laying with the love of his life.

[puppym3]

hiii! its my first time requesting and i was wondering if u already saw that yt video of felix with risabae? i was getting so giddy and worked up the way felix looks at her while applying his makeup 😭 if i was in her place i would've crumbled to the ground already fr 😭😭😭 i was wondering if we could get the reader doing felix's makeup and he keeps an intense eye contact with them and it turns into something heated. i love ur works so much, pls continue to write bc u make my delulus better 😇🫰

also pls make it sub felix pls if its not too much 😞🙏🤞

☄. *. ⋆ transfer test

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sub!felix x reader

wc: 2.5k

warnings: MDNI 18+, fluffy cuteness, eye contact, tension, handjob, oral (m. rec), overstim, praise, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: omg. omg. omg. i watched it and i was smiling the entire time, and his bubble message about how he'd let us do his makeup. thank you for suggesting this anon i love you, and writing subby felix is something i do anyways so yk, easy said easy done. i hope u like it bby <3

i'm currently working on other suggestions, but if you have something you'd to leave for me, please please do, also if you want to be added to the taglist lmk!!!

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The soft hum of the bathroom fan filled the room as you carefully arranged the makeup products on the counter. Felix sat on the edge of the sink, his legs dangling slightly, watching you with an intensity that made your heart flutter. His blonde hair framed his face perfectly, and the anticipation in his eyes was palpable.

"So, I'm just putting it on you this time?" You asked him, a little nervous about what you were about to do. You had never done anyone else's makeup.

"Yes, please." Felix said, a soft smile appearing on his face. His smile was contagious, and you felt a soft smile on your own face as you picked up the foundation, you could tell he didn't need any though. He had a gorgeous, natural tan.

"Close your eyes." You said, and he complied, and you dabbed the brush in the foundation and lightly dotted it around his face. He didn't need any on his neck, his skin was so perfect and smooth, and the light dusting of freckles was just enough. You put the foundation back on the counter and grabbed a little bottle of primer, and dabbed it onto your finger, and then lightly on Felix's eyelids.

"Open." You whispered, and he complied, staring deep into your eyes, the light from the bulbs above shining through his brown irises, his pupils slightly dilated. Your breath caught in your throat, but you kept working, and picked up a small sponge, dabbing a light pink blush on his cheeks. He was naturally rosy, but he was also a very expressive person, and sometimes it could look a bit unnatural. The blush made his cheeks look soft and full, and his skin was so smooth under your fingers.

The way he was staring into your eyes was distracting, feeling like his gaze was searing into your soul. He was looking at you like he wanted you, his gaze was so intense that you could feel your whole body getting hot. You looked away, the tension unbearable, and he smirked at your reaction.

You grabbed a small brush and applied a shimmery highlighter, dusting it along his cheekbones. Felix closed his eyes for a moment, and let out a soft sigh.

"It feels nice..." He murmured, and your stomach filled with butterflies, and you smiled at him.

"That's... good." You replied, and he opened his eyes, looking at you as if he was in a trance. You felt like your breath was taken away, and your body was growing weak from the heat in the room. You put the brush down and picked up a little tube.

"Open your mouth." You said, and he did as you commanded, and you squeezed it onto his lips, and began to rub it in with your finger. He let out a soft gasp as you touched him, and his lips were so plush and soft.

"What's that for?" He asked, his voice breathy and low.

"To keep the color on your lips, and so they won't be dry." You told him, and his breathing got heavy. He nodded, and you looked back at the products on the counter. There was a light-colored lipstick you were saving for last, it was a little expensive, but the color would look so gorgeous on him, and his lips were already so plump and soft. You knew he would look stunning.

"I'll... do the eyeshadow, then." You told him, picking up a small brush and the shimmery powder. You lightly tapped the brush into the eyeshadow, and then brought it close to his face, and he looked you in the eye as you lightly swiped the brush along his edge of his eyelids. His lips parted as you came closer, and his face was so close to yours. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, and his intense gaze was burning into you.

"That tickles" He murmured, and grabbed your hand, and pulled it close to his mouth, and you let out a gasp as he kissed your palm. He looked up at you, and his smile was soft and seductive. He was flirting with you.

You could barely concentrate as you applied the rest of the eyeshadow, the tension thick in the air, and the soft kiss he left on your palm was still tingling on your skin. You were trying to keep yourself together, but the heat was overwhelming.

You had to move away from him, or you would do something reckless, and you wouldn't be able to stop yourself. You needed to end this quickly and just finish off with his lipstick.

"Can you tilt your head back?" You asked him, and he did as you commanded, and now you had easy access to his lips, and his face was fully illuminated, the lights making his skin look like it was glowing. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, his eyes half-lidded and staring into yours. You held the lipstick close to his lips, and he stared deep into your eyes as you moved it closer. His gaze was so intense that you were struggling to focus, the lipstick carefully landed on his bottom lip, a light pink color complementing his natural color.

"Is that the one you bought?" He asked, his lips moving and making your job a little more difficult.

"Yes, it's the one." You told him, and he looked at it closely.

"I think it would look better on you." He said, and it caught you off guard, the lipstick falling from your hands and into the sink.

"Better on me?" You asked, and he nodded.

"You should try it." He suggested, and you looked down at the tube, and then back up at his face.

"Then, how about we do a transfer test?" You said, and he looked confused at the suggestion, and you were a little too nervous to explain, and his lips looked so kissable that it was hard to stop yourself. You grabbed his face, and looked deep into his eyes.

"A transfer test," you repeated, your eyes flickering down to his plump lips, and you leaned in, closing the gap between you, and pressing your lips against his. You could hear a soft noise escape him, his lips were so plush and warm, and the taste of the lipstick was sweet and floral. He pulled away for a moment, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed.

"Wait," He started, and you cut him off.

"I think it looks better on you, hm?" You asked, pressing your lips back against his, he let out a soft moan, kissing you back. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his hands moving up and down your back. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you pushed him further back against the mirror, his mouth opening in surprise. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, and he moaned softly, his own tongue swirling around yours, the sweet taste of the lipstick and his saliva driving you wild. You pressed yourself against him, your fingers pulling his hair slightly, and he gasped, the sound music to your ears.

You pulled away, and he was panting, his lips glistening with spit, the lipstick smeared, his cheeks red and eyes half-lidded. He was a vision.

"Well, is it transfer proof?" You asked, slightly out of breath.

Felix's breathing was uneven, his body trembling slightly under your touch. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice shaky. "Maybe we should... test it again?"

He looked so pretty with his face flushed and lips swollen, his chest rising and falling quickly.

You couldn't resist him. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, your tongue swirling against his, and he moaned into your mouth. You could taste him, and the sweet flavor of the lipstick, and the feeling of him pressed against you, the sounds he made, it was all driving you wild. You broke the kiss, panting heavily, and looked down at him, his eyes were lidded and he was biting his bottom lip, his cheeks were a beautiful shade of red, his hair mussed from where you had run your fingers through it, and the lipstick was smeared across his face.

"You're beautiful, Felix." You said softly, and he blushed even deeper.

"You... think so?" He asked, his eyes tracing you, and you nodded.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice tender yet commanding. "So beautiful, and all mine." You watched as his eyes widened slightly, the words sinking in, making him shiver.

"Yours?" Felix repeated, his voice barely audible, filled with a mixture of awe and desire.

"Yes, mine," you confirmed, leaning in to kiss him again, softer this time, savoring the feel of his lips against yours. "Now, be a good boy and stay still for me."

He nodded obediently, his hands resting on your hips as you took control. Your fingers gently traced along his jawline, down his neck, and over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your touch. Felix's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting in a soft sigh as you continued to explore his body with delicate, deliberate movements.

You moved your lips to his neck, planting soft kisses along his sensitive skin, eliciting more sweet moans from him. He shivered when you brushed your fingertips over his nipples, and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying out. You smiled to yourself as you watched him squirm beneath your touch, his cock throbbing against your thigh.

"Don't hold back, Felix," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath making him shiver. "I want to hear how much you love this."

Felix whimpered in response, his hands tightening on your hips, his eyes still closed. You trailed your fingers down his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles, before finally reaching his clothed bulge, your hand cupping him through the thin fabric. He let out a soft cry as you began to palm him, his cock twitching in his pants.

Felix breathed out your name, his voice strained with need. You felt him buck his hips against your hand, desperate for more friction, and you obliged him by squeezing his cock gently, drawing a shuddering moan from his lips.

"Good," you murmured, your voice low and sultry.

His breathing was coming in ragged gasps now, his face flushed and his body trembling with pleasure. You moved your hand up to the waistband of his pants, teasing him by dipping your fingers below the elastic, and Felix gasped as he felt the heat of your palm against his skin.

You slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his hard cock, already dripping with precum. You licked your lips, anticipation coursing through your veins.

Felix whined, his voice pleading. "Please..."

"Shhh," you whispered, running your fingers along his length, feeling his hot, throbbing flesh.

Felix gasped as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, teasingly. He bucked his hips, seeking more contact, but you kept your pace slow and steady, drawing it out, making him desperate.

You watched his face as he writhed in ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry. His cock twitched in your hand as you pumped him, his breathing coming in short, ragged gasps.

You could feel him getting close, his muscles tensing, his thighs trembling. He was so beautiful like this, lost in the throes of pleasure. You leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting his precum, and he shuddered, letting out a strangled moan.

He was right on the edge, his whole body shaking. You tightened your grip and pumped him faster, bringing him to the brink. His back arched and he let out a hoarse cry, his cock pulsing in your hand as he came, his cum shooting out all over your tongue and face.

He fell back against the mirror, his body limp and spent. He opened his eyes and looked at you, his expression dazed and blissful. You licked your lips, savoring the taste of his cum, and his eyes widened as he saw your face, covered in his seed.

"I... I didn't realize... sorry..." Felix mumbled, looking embarrassed.

"It's okay," you replied, smiling reassuringly. "I like it."

He blinked, looking surprised.

You took a moment to admire him, his soft blonde hair mussed, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted and his chest heaving. He was beautiful, and all yours.

Your gaze wandered lower, and you saw that he was still hard, his cock standing erect, the head glistening with precum. The sight made your mouth water.

You knelt down and licked the tip of his cock, and he gasped, his whole body tensing.

"Ah, fuck, wait!" Felix moaned, his voice strained.

You ignored him and wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the sensitive skin. He groaned and bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper into your mouth.

You sucked him hard, taking him deeper, your tongue teasing him mercilessly.

"Fuck, pl- wait..." Felix begged, his voice strained.

You kept going, sucking him and teasing him, listening to his cries and moans, his whole body trembling.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and saw that his expression was desperate, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted in a silent cry.

You kept sucking him, your mouth sliding up and down his shaft, your tongue flicking over the head, your lips brushing against his skin.

Felix gasped and moaned, his fingers tangling in your hair, his body shaking.

"Please, wait... fuck, I can't..." he panted, his voice ragged.

You didn't stop, though, and soon he was crying out, his hips bucking, his cock pulsing in your mouth.

You felt him come, his cock twitching and spasming in your mouth, his hot cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed it eagerly, drinking him down, savoring his taste.

He fell back against the mirror, his body spent, his chest heaving.

You licked your lips, and looked up at him, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Good boy."

Felix opened his eyes and looked at you, his expression dazed and blissful.

He blinked, looking a little shocked.

"You... that was..."

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. He was so surprised by his own pleasure, like it was something foreign and unfamiliar to him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, concerned.

"Yeah... that was... wow," Felix replied, still sounding a little dazed.

You kissed him gently, and he melted into the kiss, his lips parting and his tongue darting out to taste you.

You broke the kiss, smiling softly at him.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, your voice tender.

"I'm good... really good," Felix murmured, a blush coloring his cheeks.

"Well, now I have to touch up your makeup again," you said, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. "But this time, I'll make sure the lipstick stays on you."

★・・・・・・★

taglist 4 my beauties: @loverbangchan, @reignessance

[dreamings-free]

Louis and friends at Glastonbury Festival today 26/6/24

[beneathstarryskies]

Hi hiii hii

Can I uhh please request maybe a smutty fic of Nanami and Gojo fighting over the new hire at Jujutsu Tech? 👉👈🫣 Thanks bby you rule my world

warnings: threesome, alcohol, fem!reader, gojo is a little shit, nanami is a lil pussywhipped, implied bimbo!reader • wordcount: 2,083

There was just something about you that drove them crazy. You were so sweet and caring to everyone you crossed paths with. You’d even expressed sympathy and caring for curses before. At first, Nanami thought you were just a silly little thing who wasn’t cut out for this life of exorcizing dangerous curses. When he was assigned on missions with you, he took more time to protect you and watch your back as though you were still a student. However, time and time again you proved your mettle to him. He was impressed with you and couldn’t help feeling like you were a breath of fresh air. More and more he began to look forward to being paired with you on missions. He also began coming up with excuses to spend time with you afterward. He’d take you to whatever cute little coffee shop you wanted to visit and even wander bookstores happily by your side. 

Much to Nanami’s annoyance, however, he wasn’t the only sorcerer who had their eye on you. Gojo took to you like flies to sugar. How could he not? You laughed at all of his silly antics and even joined in at times. You were the only person on campus who still awed over him and his skills. He doted on you with gifts and sweets. Whenever he came back from a work trip, he always brought you back some expensive trinkets. 

Gojo knew Nanami’s feelings for you, of course. At first, he found himself competing. If Nanami spent the day with you looking at books and having lunch, Gojo was trying to take you on a shopping spree the next day. If Nanami got hurt protecting you, the next time you were paired with Gojo he was keeping you in the protective embrace of his infinity. 

Soon, though, he switched tactics. It was a surprise to you and Nanami both. He’d join you on missions even if the curse didn’t require skills like his or three people period. He treated you both to lunch, keeping you seated right in between them. It dawned on Nanami that Gojo was planning something, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was. You, with all of your sweetness and naivety, were just so happy to spend time with them both that it didn’t matter to you. 

It’s Gojo who proposed the three of you go out to dinner one night. He chooses a fancy restaurant. Even though he doesn’t drink, he knows both you and Kento do occasionally. Every time you finish a drink, Gojo orders you another. Soon, all of your inhibitions are lowered. When Gojo begins rubbing your thigh under the table, you don’t push him away. At the same time, you reach over to take Nanami’s hand. 

“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” you say with flushed cheeks and a big smile. “I’m having the greatest time!” 

“You look like you’re having a good time,” Kento smiles softly. He rubs your flushed cheek, feeling the heat coming from it. “Sweetheart, you look a bit…” 

“She’s not drunk, Nanamin. Just a bit tipsy, right doll?” Gojo smiles at you, his hand moves higher up your skirt. 

“Right,” you blush even deeper and kiss Nanami’s palm as a gesture of appreciation for his lasting concern over you. He caresses your cheek again and smiles kindly at you for a moment. 

“Perhaps it’s time to pay the bill and head home,” Gojo smirks. 

“But I want to keep spending time with you both,” you whine. 

“I think that can be arranged,” Gojo kisses your cheek. “What do you think, Nanami?” 

“I-I’m not so sure,” Nanami blushes. 

“Please, Nanami!” you grab his arm and pout. “We can all hang out. Please, please.” 

“Please, please,” Gojo repeats, half mocking. 

“Fine, fine,” Nanami sighs. 

You let out a loud cheer, only to giggle when you notice a few people looking at you. You hide your face against the curve of Nanami’s neck, and he can’t help wrapping his arm around you. The three of you laugh softly as you blush against Nanami’s neck. Gojo pulls away to flag down the waitress and pay the bill. 

Soon, the three of you are in your apartment. You stumble through the door, each of them holding one of your hands. You turn around with a sweet, but mischievous grin. 

Nanami is the first one you kiss. His heart nearly jumps into his throat when he feels your plump, warm mouth against his. He can’t fight the urge to sink into your welcoming embrace. His hands grip your sides, fingertips digging into the flesh through your dress. 

Gojo watches on enviously but still pleased that you seem to have fallen in line with his plan without even realizing it. When you finally pull away, he’s quick to grab you. 

Nanami is hesitant to let you go, but he watches as you cling to Gojo and give him a sweet kiss too. Gojo pushes further than Nanami. His hands move down to squeeze your ass and his tongue rubs against yours sensually. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers when you pull away to breathe. 

“I don’t know if ‘good’ is how I’d describe this display,” Nanami scoffs, but soon you’re in his arms again. You press kisses on his jawline. 

“Don’t be mad, Nanami,” you whine. “We’re havin’ fun.” 

Gojo smirks and approaches the two of you. At first you think he’s going to kiss you, but instead his lips crash against Nanami’s. You let out a surprised gasp but you feel a wave of heat in your lower tummy as you watch them make out while you rest your head on Nanami’s shoulder. 

“See, Nanami,” Gojo teases him. “We’re having so much fun.”

Gojo takes each of your hands and leads you towards the bedroom with some guidance from you on which way it is. Once you’re in the bedroom, you let Gojo unzip your dress while you pull the knot of Nanami’s tie loose and then begin working on the buttons of his shirt. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do this,” Nanami says reluctantly. Part of him hopes more than anything you’ll agree, but he wants you to be comfortable. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured to give so much of yourself. 

“I know, Kento,” you whispers and kiss him. “I want to. I really do.” 

Gojo pushes your dress off your shoulders and watches it fall into a pool of fabric on the floor. At the same time, you take off Nanami’s shirt and begin pressing soft kisses on his chest. 

“Isn’t she beautiful, Nanami?” Gojo says as he kisses your shoulders. 

“Y-yes,” Nanami stutters, his hand tangling in your hair as you begin moving lower until you’re kneeling in front of him. His heart is racing in his chest as your delicate hands grab his belt buckle. 

“Can I, Nanami?” you ask so sweetly. 

Nanami can only nod as his mouth goes dry from this sight of you on your knees. How many times has he stroked his own cock to this very sight? Now that he sees you this way, he realizes how much his fantasies paled in comparison to the reality. You’re careful as you unbuckle his pants and slowly pull them down along with his boxers. He blushes when you see how hard he already is. 

Gojo steps back to start taking off his clothes while watching the scene unfold before him. He watches your hand wrap around Nanami’s cock and begin stroking it.

 Your soft tongue laps at Nanami’s tip, licking up the thick beads of precum dribbling out of his slit. He runs his hands through your hair, but doesn’t push or pull. Instead he just breathes shallowly, almost frozen to the spot as if scared to wake up from this dream. 

Gojo wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks off as he watches your head start to move. It’s a slow steady rhythm that has Nanami’s chest shaking with the effort to contain himself. 

“Does it feel good, Nanami?” Gojo asks. 

“So fucking good,” Nanami says. 

Gojo kneels behind you, working on taking off your bra while you suck Nanami’s cock. His large, strong hands begin kneading at your tits and tugging on your nipples. You moan with pure delight, and your eyes roll back. This is already better than anything you’ve dreamed of, and it’s barely started. Gojo shoves a hand down the front of your panties and grunts at the warm wetness he finds there. 

“So fucking wet, baby. Fuck,” he murmurs against your neck as he begins rubbing your clit in tight circles. You squirm a bit in an effort for more friction, and as though sensing your need he applies more pressure. “Good girl…so responsive.” 

“Fuck, you gotta slow down,” Nanami groans and begins pushing your head away. “I almost…Fuck…” 

“It’s okay, Nanami,” you say as you look up into his eyes. “I want you to feel good. I really do!” 

“I don’t want this to end too soon,” Kento admits as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip. 

Gojo stands up, guiding you along with him to your feet. You’re a little wobbly, but he wraps his arms around you to hold you steady. Kento leans in to kiss you deeply until Gojo moves to bend you over the edge of the bed. Gojo lines his cock up to your hole and pushes into you slowly. Soft moans fall from his lips as your tight walls pull him in deeper. You let out the smallest whine when he bottoms out. 

“You’re taking it so good,” he mutters as he starts a slow but deep pace. You can feel him brushing up against your cervix. His hands are firm on your hips, pulling you back to meet every thrust. He keeps up his pace until he feels himself tinkering on the edge of that bliss, and then he pulls out. You feel empty and you whine softly. 

“Your turn, Kento,” Gojo winks at him and kisses him quickly as he steps aside. 

Nanami is gentle. He drags his fingertips along your folds, eliciting a moan from you as you shiver with anticipation. Nanami isn’t as long as Gojo, but he is so thick. Even when he just pushes the head into your entrance, you can feel a stretch. He takes a sharp breath through his teeth and plunges forward. His hips smack against your ass when he bottoms out, and then he goes still to try to catch his breath. 

“You feel amazing,” he gasps. 

Your walls flutter when he picks up his pace. Soon, Nanami is grunting while pumping in and out of your tight heat with wreckless abandon. All thoughts have left his mind. He’s a slave to the intense pleasure coursing through him. 

Gojo pushes his hand between your legs to rub your swollen clit. The other hand grabs a handful of your hair to pull your head back to look up at him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue plunging into your warm mouth to taste himself and Nanami on your breath. 

You reach up to hold onto one of his shoulders, bracing yourself as you feel your climax rapidly approaching. Nanami can feel it too in the way your walls quiver around him and somehow you get even wetter. 

“That’s it baby,” Gojo whispers against your mouth. “Let me see how pretty you are cumming on Kento’s cock.” 

His words draw out a whine and coupled with his fingers rolling your clit, you’re done for. Your tummy tightens as you cry out in agonizing bliss. Your legs are shaking as Kento fucks you through every wave of pleasure before pulling out and stroking himself to completion on your ass. He is dazed when Gojo pushes him out of the way and jerks off on the other asscheek, covering you in their cum. 

In your exhaustion, you just fall face first into the mattress. It’s Gojo who gently rolls you over and presses a kiss to your temple. Kento stands at the edge of the bed looking a little dumbfounded by what’s just happened. When you look up at him, all you have to do is hold your hand out and whine before he’s crawling onto the bed beside you. 

You fall asleep when Gojo is in the middle of cleaning you up, but when you awaken the next morning you’re snuggled between them. 

[mountainficss]

hi bby im BEGGING on my knees🙏🏻🙏🏻 what do u think ab sub!hoshi 😣😣

!! mentions of: sub!hoshi, groping, marking, hair pulling, handjobs, unprotected sex

hiii bby <3 and my honest opinion? sub hoshi is a BRAT.

i feel like that boy doesn’t listen omg. always challenging you, always making attempts to piss you off. will literally die if he doesn’t have your attention for .5 seconds. he’s so precious though, how can you not spoil him? cutest little squishy cheeks and sparkling eyes and radiant smile. you know he only acts like a brat because he just wants your attention, so you wouldn’t be too hard on him. i also feel like he’s very very touchy. kissing you when you’re not paying attention to him, holding your hand tightly in his wherever he goes, and constantly finding excuses to feel you up. favorite thing to do would be grabbing your hips, groping the flesh as he pulls your body back against his. you’d feel his erection against your ass as he yanks you back, his lips traveling to your neck and nipping the skin there. wouldn’t even give a shit about where you are, you could be in public for all he cared. he’d just love the way your body feels against him, and would want to feel you no matter where he is. you’d scold him as he leaves marks on your skin, and he’d mutter a half-assed apology. would still continue to grope and fondle you though he’s not actually sorry ;( he just loves the skinship. and god he’d be so vocal, every little touch from you would have him sighing and whimpering shamelessly. doesn’t even try to hide his sounds. he’d love it when you run your fingers through his hair, and dragging your nails across his scalp would send shivers across his skin. would also love it when you yank at his strands with one hand and stroke his aching cock with the other, his head falling back from the force of your grip. you’d suck hickeys onto the expanse of his neck, listening to him moan and beg beneath you. “please, please, faster…” his hips would thrust up into your hand uncontrollably, his face flushed a bright red as he desperately pants. “need more…please, give me more!” and how could you say no to sweet soonyoung? you’d give him exactly what he wants, sinking down onto his erection and fucking him silly. you’d love the way his eyes roll back into his skull, needy moans rolling off his tongue as he kneads the flesh of your thighs. such a needy little thing, but you’d love to spoil him and give him everything he begs for <3

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile

[byalexisness]

☆none like you

Eita Otoya x fem! reader

anonymous asked: hii!!! first i just wanna say that im in LOVE with how u write and how u portray the boys as yanderes sm!! like i just cannot stop rereading ur stories secondly i wanted to request one for otoya eita? where like: at first he treated reader like another fling, but when he notices that reader doesn't come running after him like the rest; he tries to get reader to like do that, but then becomes obsessed with reader in the process? im not sure if my request is understandable but i hope it is!! (ÓÓ) p.s no rush! u can take as long as u want, idm the wait!! <33

hiii, i'm really sorry for my absence and for the fact that this took so so so long and it's honestly so disappointing :(( i had no motivation to write and no ideas :( and i REALLY appreciate your love ty bby <3 content warning: yandere behavior, stalking, implied violence (not towards the reader)

at first, you were like the rest. a normal college girl, with your cute uniform and average grades, you didn't stand out in any way.

for him, you were just a...meh. he didn't really pay attention to you, just knowing you existed as his classmate, just another woman.

that's all he thought you were...

...until one day, when he tried to hit up on you and got a little surprise. instead of blushing, stuttering and acting like a high-school girl whose first crush interacted with her, you did...nothing, basically.

the conversation still replays in his mind to this day.

you were sitting in the college classroom, headphones on your head as you peacefully scrolled through your phone.

"well, hello there, cutie." he started with the same thing he tells every single girl, which, usually, makes them flustered.

you looked at him and, after blinking confused, you seemed to...cringe. as if it creeped you out to be flirted with.

"hello?" you greeted back, confused. "can i help you?"

"yeah, perhaps...you could..." he said as he leaned on your table. "...give me your number?"

blinking confused again, you cocked a brow. after a slight scoff, you shook your head.

"i'm not interested."

that was not the reaction he expected, at all.

and the fact that it didn't only happen once, but twice made it even worse.

eita was so used to girl chasing him that, when his advances got rejected, he felt hurt.

not in his heart, but in his ego.

you hurt his fragile ego so, you could only pay the price, right? and what better way to pay him back was there to exist rather than just straight up making you obsessed with him? just like any other girl, you have to fall for his charms, right?

right?

absolutely wrong.

during his weeks of continually chasing after you, by easily inserting himself into your small friendgroup, following you around, sitting next to you in every class you shared (simply making it that you two spend as much time togheter as possible), his whole plan went down the hill.

instead of having you become obsessed with him, he became obsessed with you.

it was just something about your appearance, about how you walked, about your voice...about you, overall, that made him lose his mind.

eita had no idea how and why did it happen, but he paid it no mind. he gaslit himself that he wasn't obsessed, that everything was just a part of his plan to make you love him so he could hurt your feelings.

not even karasu ever saw him like this.

that, until he found himself secretly beating up every boy that flirted with you or every person that generally upseted you...even if it was a simple reply that bothered you in your conversation with you.

he knew your schedule by heart, he knew where you went most of the time. he had dozens of photos of you kept in a secret compartiment of his room.

it was...concerning, really. and he knew it well enough.

and when he found out about what his best friend was up to, karasu tried to warn him... he really tried to convince otoya that his behavior was absolutely not normal. but to no use.

nothing and nobody could break otoya out of the spell you unknowingly put him under.

it was twisted and sick but he was in love.

deeply.

and it wouldn't end too pretty for you either.

[starkeyisthelastname]

Hiii! I love your writing so much!! I'm not sure if you're taking requests but I was wondering if you could write something based on this Tiktok! This is so rafe coded to me thank you.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT83fGQ9j/

(Totally me. 😅) and thank you so much bby! 💕

By your third shot of tequila, Rafe knew to cut you off. The indicators being your non-stop rambling and the absolute ridiculous clumsiness you had as soon as liquor really started to hit your system. Glancing down at the time on his Rolex, he rolled his eyes at it only being 8:30. Of course you were already this drunk, and you two hadn’t been at the bar for that long.

“Hey, no more. Got it?” He said, holding you still so that you could take a drink of the water. He had been so occupied on getting you away from the busy bar that he didn’t realize you were on Tik Tok, the camera now shoved in his face.

“My boyfriend said I can’t have anymore. He’s mean.. but you know whatever. I’m gonna have what I want.” You mumbled to the camera, sticking your tongue out at Rafe.

Your 6’2 man scoffed, shaking his head at that. He wanted to grab you by the throat and tell you to knock it off. But being in Charleston for a weekend, it was busy and he didn’t needed anyone knowing that’s the only way he got you to listen sometimes.

Maybe he was an idiot for leaving you for two minutes to go to the bathroom. He always brought you with him everywhere, as no one was going to talk or look at his precious doll baby. You insisted to him that you needed to stay sitting down, only for him to come back and see you standing at the bar. Sipping the girly drink through the pink straw as you continued with the video you had paused earlier.

It took all of two seconds for Rafe to grab the drink out of your hand, and take you by the hand tightly. He wasn’t going to make a scene, he was trying to do better. You rambled on as he dragged you out of the bar, heading down the slick steps of the place. “He’s taking me home now, because he’s no fun.” Your speech slurred, not paying any attention until it was too late. You falling down the stairs right on camera, your clumsiness finally catching up to you.

“Why did I fall, Rafey? I just fell..” You whined, your body heavy as Rafe had to help you to your dragging feet.

Rafe’s face said it all. He was over it. Taking your phone, he clicked the button to lock it off and pulled you up with his muscled arms. “You fell because you don’t know how to hold your fucking liquor in and when I tell you no you decide to lie to me.” He spat, having enough of your shit for one night.

[comet-forgot-you]

Hiii comet, how are you? I'm the anon who asked for bassist reader x Max (reader eats Max backstage after the show) and it was the most perfect thing I've ever read!!

I was thinking about a part 2 (if you want to do it, if you don't want to that's fine!!) where R's band need to hire a photographer to take their pictures for an album and it turns out Max is the photographer hired, so they pose for the photshoot and at the end R tells the band to go ahead and stays behind to help Max "organise her stuff", but R acutally ends up eating Max again (reader loves giving Max head confirmed!!). At the end R is trying to ask Max out on a date but it's too nervous about it and Max is like "🤨🤨 you just eat me out like its the air you need to live and now you can't ask me out? 🤨🤨" but kind cocku about it because well its Max... she'll be cocky about it!

Again only write this if you feel like it, no pressure and no need to do it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

yes ofc bby. pt. 1 here.

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

music blasted through the speakers of your car as you sped down different streets, heading to some rundown part of town for a photoshoot. your band had grown over the past few months, your fans begging for any new music from you guys. you had spent almost 2 years working on your newest album, and it was finally finished and ready for release.

you pulled into an almost empty parking lot, the only other vehicles there being ones of your bandmates. you parked next to them before getting out, heading into the studio. your band’s music rang through the small building and you followed the sound until you found them.

“late as always,” your drummer, alex, spoke the second they saw you, a bright smile on their face.

“shut up,” you mumble, moving to join their small group, wrapping an arm around the guitarist. they laugh at you and you cant fight the smile that makes its way onto your lips.

“this is max,” alex introduced, nodding over to the girl standing in front of them, camera in hand. you recognized her the second you saw her, of course you did. you hadn’t been able stop thinking about her after the concert. she always seemed to pop into your mind the second you were horny and alone in bed. you always thought back to the pretty noises she made, her taste, her smell, her. you has been hoping you’d meet her again at some point, this time making sure that you would see her again.

“max,” you mumble, nodding towards her, “nice to see you again.” a faint blush crosses her cheeks at your greeting, a smirk pulling at your lips.

“hey,” she greets quietly, suddenly nervous.

“wait you guys know each other?” you look over to your bandmates, nodding.

“yeah, met her at the last concert.” you glance over to the girl, the memories of your last encounter running through both of your minds. she nods slowly in agreement.

“lets get started, yeah?”

hours pass before the shoot finally ends, your bandmates starting to head out, talking about heading to a bar. “i’ll catch up with you guys later, i’ll stay and help her out.” your group exchanges looks before nodding, shooing you back into the studio.

the music had changed since your group had walked out, changed to a much softer tone of music. “max,” you call out, walking into the now empty studio. she lets out a startled scream, jolting at your sudden appearance. you cant help but laugh, shes so cute.

“jesus fuck, you scared me. i thought you guys left,” her hand is against her chest as if she were slowing her racing heart.

“im sorry,” you laugh out, leaning over slightly. “im sorry. they left, but i forgot something, had to come back.” why did you lie? your heart was pounding and you could feel your cheeks flush. max looks around the room, searching for anything you could’ve left behind, but you fix her attention back to you.

her large eyes meet your own, flickering down to your lips. “hi,” she says shyly. you smile, letting your hand drop from her jaw to her neck.

“hi,” you whisper back. “i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” you confess quietly, eyes flickering down to her lips. max’s head tilts slightly, eyebrows furrowing.

“im surprised you remembered me,” she mumbles quietly. the statement makes you scoff, hand dropping even further, holding her hip.

“how could anyone forget you? i told you i wanted to see you again.” max looks away, flustered. she scoffs.

“yeah right, im sure you say that to everyone.”

you don’t. you tend to be forgetful, never seeming to maintain a memory of names, but max’s stuck with you like it was handwritten in your brain. “i don’t.” max rolls her eyes, her hand dropping to hold your wrist. you tug her closer to you, “can i kiss you?”

max doesn’t respond, her eyes searching your own. your eyes cant choose where they want to be, flickering between her eyes and lips. “please,” it’s desperate, you need to kiss her so badly.

max doesn’t respond, her hand instead cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. her lips are soft, and you’re reminded of when the first time when she told you her name, the way she bit her lip.

you take her bottom lip between your teeth, tugging it as you moved to press kisses against her jaw. max’s hands find your head, her fingers tangling in your hair. “i need you,” you whisper in her ear, your hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. max takes your hand in her own, tugging you through the studio into a small lounge area. she tugged you on top of her as she laid back on the small couch, your lips connecting once more.

your hands wander all over her, you fingers caressing the skin just beneath her clothing. “please,” she whines out, arching into you. you smile against her lips, pulling her shirt off. your trail kisses down her body, sucking deep marks into her pale skin. one hand held you up, the other struggling with her jeans, too caught up in covering her body with decorations of you to focus your full attention on getting her pants off.

the second you’re able to unbutton her jeans, you pushing yourself off of her, pulling the denim off of her, underwear, too. your eyes meet her soaked cunt, the one you always thought about. you’re tongue is on her before you know it, lapping away at her folds.

max is a whining mess between you, unable to keep herself still. her whines slowly turn into moans as you continue against her cunt, your tongue swirling around her clit in a slow, teasing manner. max’s fingers tangle in your hair once more, bucking into your face.

“stop,” she groans out, referring to your teasing actions against her pulsing clit. you cant help but chuckle, the vibrations leading to more moans from the girl. your tongue goes from teasing her sensitive clit to prodding at her entrance. “please,” max is desperate, she needs you as badly as you need her. you give in almost immediately.

you wrap your lips around her clit, fingers slowly sinking into her cunt. its more like they’re sucked into her cunt, her pussy greedily taking you in. “fuckk,” you groan out against her cunt. her walls flutter around your fingers, a pathetic whimper leaving her lips.

you scissor your fingers in and out of her, lapping at her cunt like it was your final meal. max arches her back off of the couch, pushing her cunt into your face. she was close, you remember the way her body reacted the last time.

her walls clamped around your fingers, loud moans bouncing off of the walls. its not long before her orgasm is washing over her and you’re lapping it all up, not a single drop wasted.

you help her ride out her orgasm before fetching her clothes, the ones you had thrown mindlessly throughout the room. you were stalling, really, trying to build up the courage to ask her out.

you handed her her clothes, watching her intensely as she redressed herself. she glances up at you, eyebrow raising. “need something?” you swallow your nerves, now or never.

“you, um. i just wanted,” you huff at your inability to get yours words out, eyes avoiding hers. “i just, do you, fuck.” this was so stupid, how were you stuttering this badly trying to ask her on a date?

max scoffs, pulling her shirt over her head, “you just ate me out like your life depended on it, whatever it is you’re trying to say, say it. quit being nervous,” she spoke,

moving to stand only inches away from you. you reach a hand out to hold her waist, her words making you feel even more nervous. you groan out, head falling back slightly before you respond.

“do you want to get dinner sometime?” max smiles, pressing a light kiss to your lips.

“yes, i do.” she smiles, walking away from you to retrieve a pen from the small table beside the couch. she holds her hand out and you place your hand in hers. she writes her number down on your palm, the sensation making you want to cringe but you stay still, too afraid to pull away.

the second she lets go of your hand, you’re pulling it back to read the numbers written down, they’re clear, a small heart drawn beside it. you don’t even make it out of the building before you’re entering her phone number into your phone and saving her contact. you didn’t want the ink to accidentally smudge, did you?

[harrywavycurly]

I’ve been contemplating serial killer!Eddie. I love him soooo much (even tho he be a murder bby) and would most likely fall for whatever he says cuz I be naive, don’t get me wrong, but I just can’t imagine being completely blind to what he’s up to. Like…I don’t mean knowing exactly what he’s doing, but there’s gotta be some little tells that just makes you go “hm…that’s weird” or “that doesn’t add up, did he just lie?”. And maybe sometimes instead of shrugging it off, those little worries just nag too much in the back of your head that you feel you need to have a talk with Eddie. I mean, the kind of conversation where you come home early, probably a bit unannounced (you usually give him a call when you’re about to clock off work) —maybe even when he has a victim guest over, yikes—and just worried out of your mind because these feelings have really been bothering you for a while. They keep you up at night wondering what Eddie is doing…is he seeing someone else? Are drugs or other illegal things involved(😏 there is but ya don’t know that)? Why has he been so secretive lately?

And could you just…imagine Eddie actually comforting you. He feels bad that you’re actually upset so he starts saying all the right things you need to hear and doing all the right things you need him to do (while his guest is just chilling out, mind you). Just trying to make things right because he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to be upset (but especially doesn’t want to expose you to what he’s really been up to—he knows that would be “the end” to the relationship and that would kill him). What would an actual argument be like with serial killer!Eddie? Normally, I’d say pretty terrifying cuz serial killer + anger = not too good ending, right? But, would it be different since it’s Eddie?

Hiii babes!! I hope you like this, but remember it’s an argument so it’s not super fluffy🥺💖

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TW: Yelling, mentions of blood and Eddie is a serial killer

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*You finally ask Eddie the question you’ve been dreading*

You feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest as you hear the front door open and close letting you know Eddie is home. Eddie smiles as he walks into the house and sees you sitting on the couch in the living room, he drops his keys on the table by the front door and hangs his jacket up on the coatrack. You stand up so you can turn and face him and the look you give him makes the smile instantly drop from his face.

“What’s wrong baby?” Eddie feels his heart sink to his stomach as the possibility that you found out his dark secret begins to creep into his mind. You take a step closer to him and his eyes go wide as he sees a shirt in your hands, a very specific shirt he was wearing while doing not so nice things to a man named Jeffery about a few days ago.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” Eddie wants to let out a sigh of relief but he knows better so he just takes a small step towards you with his hands reaching out for you. “And please don’t fucking lie to me Edward.” It’s the way you say his name with almost a hint of hatred that makes his heart want to break.

“I’m not cheating on you sweetheart.” You just shake your head as you toss the shirt at him making it land at his feet.

“Then explain why there’s a mysterious red stain on the collar of your shirt that looks an awful lot like a tacky shade of red lipstick.” Eddie bends down and grabs the shirt so he can look at the collar and when he sees the few smeared drops of red he can’t help but roll his eyes because how the hell did blood manage to get on his collar he could’ve sworn he was careful. “Don’t roll your eyes at me like I’m crazy.” Your voice is dripping with hurt making Eddie instantly regret his actions.

“It’s just blood baby.” You take a step backwards when Eddie takes a step towards you with the shirt still in his hand. “I swear I’m not cheating on you.” Eddie hears you sniffle letting him know you’re close to crying so he takes a few more steps and grabs your arms before you can move further away from him.

“It’s just blood? How did blood get on the collar of your shirt Eddie? Please explain that to me.” You pull your arms out of Eddie’s hold and cross them over your chest as he lets out a sigh and runs a hand over his face.

“I work at a plant baby and things happen, I must’ve cut myself or something.” Eddie knows by the way you roll your eyes that you’re not buying his excuse. “It’s not lipstick.” He snaps making you jump a bit since it’s very rare Eddie ever speaks to you in a harsh tone. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” You turn and head into the kitchen making him take a few calming breaths before he rushes after you.

“I’d know if you cut yourself.” You begin washing the dishes in the sink as a way to busy your mind and keep yourself from crying. “Just tell me the truth Eddie.” He watches you grip the edge of the sink as your shoulders drop. Eddie slowly crossed the length of the kitchen so he’s standing right behind you.

“I’m not cheating on you Princess.” Eddie reaches out and gently places a hand on your shoulder so he can turn you around so you’re facing him. “It’s just blood.” Eddie feels his heart drop when he sees a few tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t know how it got there but I swear that’s all it is.” He explains as he reaches up with both hands to cup your face so he can wipe away the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs. “I love you so much.” You reach up and place your hands over his that are still on your face.

“I love you too.” Your voice is low as Eddie leans down and places a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.” Eddie just shakes his head as you look down at your feet now embarrassed that you even accused him of doing anything bad in the first place.

“Don’t do that.” Eddie drops his hands from your face so he can place them on your shoulders as he bends down so you’re now looking him right in the eyes. “You had every reason to be upset okay? I’m the one who’s sorry I should’ve explained the stain to you the moment I got home and needed it cleaned.” You let out a sniffle as you rest your head on Eddie’s chest making him wrap his arms around you.

“I love you.” Eddie smiles at you when he looks down and sees you looking up at him.

“I love you too baby.” He responds before placing a kiss to your lips. Eddie feels the guilt begin to sink in as you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to pull him closer to you, he tries to shake it off as he gives you a squeeze and places a kiss to the top of your head. He knows one day you’re going to accuse him of doing something horrible and he’s not going to be able to lie his way out of it because it’s actually going to be the truth.