#i start blushing red and have to look away from my screen 😭😭😭

[ehhgg-art]

ok i drew tucker. time to draw him making out sloppy style with agent washington

[mv1simp]

I’m so in love with your writing style and I think for a suggestion max and the reader being toxic asf exes but can’t get over eachother yk and try make eachother jealous but just end up in eachothers bed always 😭 sorry i suck at explaining but id die if i seen u write something like that 🥰

PLS I ALWAYS LOVE THIS CONCEPT nothing more juicy than some toxic tension with exes 🤭

Wicked Games ♥️

Max Verstappen x Toxic Ex!Reader

but baby let’s face it, I’m not into dating, all these hearts I’ve been breaking (come through, I'm not living like i did before)

no matter how hard you try, you just can’t stay away from your toxic situationship with playboy millionaire Max Verstappen after he breaks it off to be “just friends”. At least you can expect him to have more discipline than you, given his skillset as a 3 time F1 champion, right? Too bad he can’t seem to stay away from you either…

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, jealousy, toxic playboy! Max, smut, cheating, hate sex, just the usual classicsTM

You’d heard about Max Verstappen well before you first met him. Having recently moved to Monaco to start your new job working for a software company, you had quickly become familiar with the world of F1 - including its’ current top driver who was known for his aggressive style on the track and his lavish, playboy lifestyle off it. You hadn’t paid much heed to it until you were at a friend of a friend’s house party one night, after being peerpressured by the threat your coworker Bianca delivered that you were apparently “doomed to die alone as an old dog lady who sat in front of her 4 wide screen computers all day.” Bit dramatic, but it did the trick and soon you were walking through the doors of a raging party that night.

You had been warned that Monaco was a small place, filled with many of the rich and elite, and you were bound to run into some politician, actress or influencer sooner or later. You just hadn’t expected the first celebrity you met to be Max Verstappen, three time world champion, freshly out of a highly publicised breakup with a Russian supermodel! Bianca snarked next to you, yet he was laughing loudly in the middle of the living room, surrounded by his friends without a care in the world.

You shrugged, honestly quite disinterested in the celebrity thing, and had forgotten completely about the F1 driver until a few hours later when you found yourself alone on the outdoor balcony wanting some fresh air, tipsy from a bottle of white wine. Hearing the balcony door open and close again behind you, you started talking, assumed your friend had followed you out - I am never letting you convince me to drink that wine again Bianca, oh my god -

Only to turn around and come face to face with the infamous Max Verstappen himself. You hadn’t realised you had squeaked his full name out loud until he smiled bemusedly, saying just Max is fine, sweetheart. You blushed profusely, apologising and didn’t notice the way he looked you up and down in your cute, conservative outfit of light jeans and a fitted pastel cardigan. Instead of going back inside like you had expected, he struck up a conversation about how that white wine was truly deadly, which then led to a debate about the potency of red vs white vs rose, and before you knew it you two had been talking for hours about anything and everything, including your pets (you were very strongly pro-dogs while he preferred cats, which was just diabolical since they ignored humans half the time. He laughed and said that was the whole point). When he found out you worked in software - specifically, for one that specialised in developing e-sim racing tracks, his blue eyes lit up in genuine excitement as he animatedly began discussing specifics with you, an attractive pink flush on his cheeks from his drinking. He was insanely good looking, with his tall broad build and soft smile, and you were pleasantly surprised he was so down to earth. When it was time to go he had easily asked for your number, Bianca gawking at the scene as you typed your details into his phone, your caramel skin all flushed from the attention of a handsome man like Max. She dragged you off after, hissing at you to be careful, he’s way too much of a player for you, don’t expect much from him, okay? After a couple days went by and you had indeed, not heard anything from Max, you accepted that was that and promptly forgot about it.

But then, 3 weeks later in the middle of your Thursday afternoon Pilates session, your phone dinged with a text. Monza track is down in the system wtf. You guys gonna sort this out? You had panicked initially thinking the unknown number was your boss before your phone dinged again. This is Max btw. Wanna come over and fix the glitch here? Just this once plz 🙏

“Here” turned out to be Max’s insane penthouse apartment overlooking the Monaco marina, and just this once became a monthly occurrence whenever Max was home between races and on his rig with you beside him, sharing your technical knowledge about the online track to help him set new records. Monthly became weekly when Max realized you had never actually driven the rig yourself and you found yourself in his lap - for teaching purposes, of course Max stated unconvincingly - and weekly became almost daily when you started to become a little too good on the track and his hands moved down your body, into your cute short shorts and he expertly slid his fingers into you until you fell apart for the first time, still sitting right there on his lap. Think you need some more practise, schatje, Max had smirked. You crashed into the barriers barely 100 metres in. And the rest had been history.

10 months later, this - situationship? relationship? friends with benefits? gaming buddies who fucked on the side? - had you confused. Sometimes he acted like your boyfriend, having homecooked meals together and watching movies on the couch, his head on your thighs asking you to rub his hair in the way he liked. Other times he acted indifferent, giving you the cold shoulder at parties or the rare times you would join your friends at a race. And when you would be stressed about work he would appear as the caring friend on behalf of your now shared group, rubbing your shoulder and offering you comfort and advice. But the worst would be when he would disappear for weeks, obviously busy with work but would cut off all communication and you would be forced to stalk his fan pages to get updates and read rumours of all the models he would be seen with overseas - only for him to turn up at your doorstep randomly wanting to be let in. You tried to be mad each time, yelling at him to explain himself, knowing this wasn’t healthy, really you did - but it was hard to resist his oh so talented tongue when he would lay you back and whisper sweet apologies in between your legs, making you come over and over again on his fingers, then with his mouth and finally on his thick cock that you had ended up losing your virginity too. You hadn’t realized how attached you had become to the champion driver until you were on a group trip to Amalfi coast and were caught making out on a moonlit beach by a stray papparazzi, making Max freak out.

He had been the one to very clearly insist on keeping things secret - for both your sakes, he said - given his very public status and you had been happy to agree, being a private person yourself. But as time has passed and Max became the only guy you wanted to be with, you had started to assumed he had been feeling the same - judging by the expensive diamond jewellery he would turn up with to pair with his wicked apologies, when he would always be the one you called to pick you up when you were too drunk to taxi home, and in the quiet, domestic moments when you were curled up together he murmured you understand me in a way no one else does, liefje.

Apparently though, Max has not been on the same page at all, which he made very clear when he publically dismissed the multiple viral pictures of you two - which now circulated the internet as finally some juicy gossip about the unusually single F1 driver had emerged. All your friends had sent the interview clip to you, with Max’s clear dismissal of I don’t know really know her, just an acquaintance from my friend group. My priority is my career, not entertaining the fangirls, he had said without an ounce of guilt on his handsome face.

You’d been desperate to give him a chance to explain himself, thinking it was a PR tactic, but Max had been ignoring your calls for days and you ended up knocking at his door. He’d let you in with a sigh, watching your eyes fill with tears as he said it had never been that serious, c’mon baby, when had I ever said it was exclusive, just a bit of fun for you too wasn’t it? Got a good fucking from me and a bunch of Cartier jewellery. Let’s just stay friends from now on, yeah?

God. What a fucking prick. You made sure he knew it too as you screamed it at him before storming off. You still hadn’t fully accepted it, checking your phone afterwards and expecting him to call and grovel for your forgiveness, until your friend group’s Sunday brunch a couple weeks later, where Max had made a rare appearance - and this time, with a pretty girl you vaguely recognised from a magazine cover right by his side. You had met his eyes across the table briefly, looking for any hint of remorse but finding none, as he quickly looked away, laughing at the girl next to him. You fled straight to Bianca’s after, into her arms and sympathetic gaze as she rubbed you through your sobs. It took you weeks to get out of your depressive slump, your heart completely broken and humiliated publically. You promised yourself, you were never going to shed a tear over Max Verstappen again.

You were a young, hot, and very talented woman living in Monaco - and now that you were no longer hung up on Max, you were free to monopolise on your single status. Althought he has left you with a broken heart, he’d undeniably made you a lot more experienced and confident when it came to navigating guys - without become too emotionally invested, of course. You only needed to get your heart broken once to learn never to do it again. You traded in your cute conservative outfits for more trendy, fitted pieces that show off your body just right as you started going on dates with different guys every weekend.

After a lunch date earlier that day, you were walking into a friend’s house for a group potluck one evening, still dressed in an off shoulder summery minidress and kitten heels, with matching makeup done to complete the look. You’re absentmindedly replying to a text from the guy who had said he’d love to see you again when you catch sight of Max for the first time in weeks, along with a new girl you hadn’t seen next to him. Before, this would have sent you into a spiral, but now you just push down on any unwanted feeling and greet everyone warmly. Conversation is flowing, wine poured and everyone digs into dinner, and when the topic of dating came up your friends were curious to hear about all the dates you’d been spotted on recently. You start telling some of them one of the funnier first date stories where the guy’s ex had been bartending and he had been paranoid the whole night about being poisoned. At some point you notice Max has been glancing in your direction. You look back, raising an eyebrow to say What? and this time he doesn’t break eye contact, staring at you before slowly drifting his gaze up and down your body. You flush and turn around, ignoring him the rest of the night and also ignoring the butterflies that swirled in your stomach from seeing him. Fucking asshole, checking you out while his girlfriend is right next to him on the couch.

Max’s heated stares across the room continue at the next gathering and the one after that and you continued to purposely avoid him. And if anyone noticed that you were dressed in cuter and tighter outfits each time, in the pastel colours that you knew he liked with matching heels, revealing more of your tantalising tan skin for Max’s gaze, they wisely chose not to comment. It all came to a head at a party on Max’s yacht one weekend. You greeted him politely as you stepped on, having come to terms that you two ran in the same circle and had to act like civil adults. He greeted you back easily, arm around a different eye candy model this time. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his usual playboy ways and went to go fix yourself a drink.

After you had all gone swimming and eaten dinner and were now relaxing watching the sunset, your phone dinged with a text to signal the arrival of Anton, who was the latest hire at your workplace and had recently been coming to a few events with your friends. He was also your newest hookups in your recent string of casual relationships - most of which had been average in bed at best, and you had your fingers crossed that Anton was going to deliver. Your group greeted him warmly as he came upto the deck, coming straight to your side and you leaned in to rest on his lap, all relaxed from your cocktails. You didn’t miss Max’s glances at Anton’s hands that lay on your thighs. The night went on and more drinks were drunk and people wandered off, yet Max’s agitated gaze was now firmly fixed on Anton’s fingers moving up your legs, lifting your skimpy sundress and rubbing your thighs. His own latest fling was completely ignored as she sat next to him, clinging onto his biceps. Smirking with satisfaction at having riled Max up for once, you excused yourself to head to the toilet downstairs.

You had barely entered the hallway when you were yanked into a side room and slammed against the door as it closed. Max?! you gasped, looking up to find his stormy blue eyes staring at you heatedly. You push him back with full force, What the fuck do you think you’re doing-

He cuts you off with a scoff, Oh, what I’m doing? You’re the one practically getting fingered by that fuckwit in front of everyone! He steps forward, now even closer into your space, and you can’t deny how turned on seeing him get all hot and bothered has made you. What, jealous Verstappen? Missed me that much? you tease. Too bad, you already fucked it up with me. Otherwise that could have been your hands on me instead.

Max looks positively murderous at your jab before a predatory glint emerges in his eye. Schatje, he says, making you bristle and demand stop calling me that but he ignores you. Schatje, you’re the one who wants my hands on her, hmm? I heard you, you know. Earlier when you were talking to Bianca about how none of the guys you’ve been fucking have been able to do it for you. Making you cum was never a problem for me, remember? don’t you miss it? Shall I fix that problem for you?

Oh, you do remember. For all his arrogance Max was an absolute god in the bedroom and you missed the sex dearly - and it seems Max had been missing it too. He easily lifts you up against the wall, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as trails his hands up your dress and you’re rolling your eyes and denying his words, telling him he was a cocky asshole and you hated him but not stopping him as his fingers slid into you, finding you already dripping. He smirks, all ego, but you quickly wipe it off his face by telling him it’s probably still wet from when Anton went down on me earlier. A complete lie but Max didn’t need to know that, did he?

And no one else needed to know that Max angrily swore at your lie as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, grabbing a hold of your tiny dress and whispering how you were such a dirty girl for wearing these slutty outfits and teasing him.

No one needed to know when he yanked his raging erection out his trunks and began thrusting into you, moaning in your ear about how you were just as tight as the first time he had fucked you, right here on the same yacht, and just like that night he’s going to make you come again now-

And no one needed to know that when you both emerged hastily upto the deck a while later, sitting down next to your respective latest partners but your eyes still fixed on each other, it was his cum that was now covering the inside of your thighs.

Once you had started you both couldn’t stop. Everytime you saw each other things got more and more out of control. A new influencer at Max’s side who was left alone when he fingered you to completion in the dark gardenshed outside a friend’s house party, his other fingers shoved inside your mouth for you to suck on and keep your moans quiet. An ex client of yours left wandering trying to find you, his date at his own charity gala, while you were upstairs riding Max on a plush chaise in the office up, heels still on and silk dress pulled up, making him swear in a way only you could get out of him as you took him in deep. You’d tell him you hated him, that you were only using him to relieve your sexual tension and he meant nothing and he would laugh, whispering in your ear Don’t lie, baby, I know you love this, your sweet pussy just needs my cock inside it, huh?

This went on and on for weeks, a twisted competition where whoever would concede first and drag the other one away was the loser - and you and Max both despised losing. It wasn’t until you were almost caught on camera by paparazzi yet again, this time in the back of his Aston Martin Valkyrie with your head between his legs, deepthroating him messily, using your tongue just the way he liked it- that Max freaked out again and demanded you two break it off at once. You’d rolled your eyes at his melodrama, thinking he was bluffing, but true to his word Max hightailed it out of a room the next few times he saw you, despite your best efforts at picking an outfit you were sure would make him crumble.

Time for you to up the ante, you mused. You weren’t going to stop until you walked away as the winner of this wicked game. You licked his cum off your lips as you devilishly thought up you next plan.

Maybe this time you’d go flirt with one of his handsome driver friends and really piss him off?

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A/N: love seeing requests you guys send, pls send as many as you want I need inspo!!! Hope you enjoyed this anon lmk what u think, will write Part 2 soon if u keen 🫶 soz I made it too long ahahah had to split it up

[sukioyakio]

BRAINROT

Imagine like doing the Tyla dance infront of Sukuna your boyfriend.

Who you know that doesn’t know one single thing of TikTok or it trends because he thinks having that app is just for loser,and so here you are with in your living room space in your sweatpants and one of Sukuna shirts with your phone on the table in front of you.With Sukuna just standing there in the background watching you with a raised eyebrow and full amusement as of which you called him for.

But in fact he knew what you wanted to show him,since he ‘lovely’ nephew kept sending him the damn Tyla dance trend and trying to make him do it.Which he never would do.

And so when You press play on the screen and the music starts playing and with you start doing the dance,he immediately goes grabbing you before you could do the other part of the dance.

“W-wait!?” She let out started yelp,from being thrown onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

”Y-You didn’t let me finish the dance” You added as you could see how he walked away from the living room.

“what makes you think I’ll let you show off what mine” He replied with straight stern face,As he could hear you giggles,something that he wouldn’t mind listening too.But his hand had it mind of it own and he landed a slap on your butt and squeeze it as you make a loud gasp of the sudden gesture making him chuckle.

Before you know it,your being thrown onto your guys bed.That Action alone makes all of your air in your lungs go out.And then you felt your big ass boyfriend hovering over your the body,casting a shadow over you.His red eyes bored into your eyes.Then a sudden smirk appear on his lips,knowing that nothing good will come from this.

You quietly gulped down your saliva,as your staring intimately into his eyes.Watching as his eyes scan through your face.before interlocking your finger into his.He leans down onto your lips just millimeter away from your guys lips to touch. His warm breath tickles your face.

”You know women,if you want to give me a show then your more then welcome to do so.-”He paused with his voice becoming more raspy and deep as your breath hitches from how his eyes were looking at you.Your probably blushing red already.He words almost sounded like a question to you.

He eyes started to trace your body down with each passing breath his stares does nothing but heat you up Then his eyes stopping where your clothes pussy was.

“But it ok women,I know that you wouldn’t fail to give me ‘that’ kind of ‘show’,right?” He says low and deep and now he’s blood like eyes return to your eyes contact.You didn’t know if it was a question or rhetorical.

Nothing come out of your mouth,Your owns words lost on the depth of your throat,your breathing being heavy.Your heart beating hard against your chest.

”You want to shake that ass,then you could start with it here” Sukuna says as you were turned around by him with your ass up and head down As you felt something hard against your ass.

‘Yelp your fucked’ you said mentally as a breathlessly sigh come out of your lips.

Got bored and thought about this,because I saw a cute couple did this (I hate couple their make me feel hella single 😔 like these TikToks aren’t helping me) And umm don’t ask me to finish this because I don’t know how to write smutt 😭 Sorry.

Hope y’all like my little brainrot. HAVE A GREAT DAY‼️‼️

[betasquadx]

Heyyy niaaa<333

I wanted to ask if you can make a aj fic bc I don’t know why BUT im in my Aj phase rn 🤭

⚠️YOU DONT HAVE TO OFC BABES⚠️

But you writing is amazing and it would slap so yeah (sorry im waffeling sm😭)

Okay thats it BYE BABES 😁🫶

Streaming - Aj Shabeel

Summary : Interrupting your boyfriends stream is a repetitive occurrence, but the cute fan edits you get after do make up for it. ( basically js a short cute hc/fic)

Warning : Kissing

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You gently knocked on the door, causing your boyfriend's voice to hush as you stepped inside. He turned his chair around, fixing his gaze upon you.

“Heyyy, we were just streaming you know.” You chuckled, “Who's 'we'? You're on your own,” he frowned, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“First, you interrupt my stream... then you insult me?!” Smiling, you took a seat beside him. “Yes, actually.”

“Yeah, crazy crazy, anyways, I was just on discord, I banned three people because of their horror edits,” he smirked, clearly proud. “Oh? Were the edits that bad?”

Sighing, he switched tabs to show you an edit of him as a rat. Unable to contain your laughter, you burst out laughing, watching as he kept a straight face. “It isn't funny,” he remarked.

Calming down, you pointed to the screen. “If it isn't funny, then why is the chat losing it right now?” He turned away dramatically and put on a sad face.

Proving him wrong, you began reading out comments from the fans.

“Yeah, we're not doing this today,” he said, taking control of the Discord as he scrolled down to find better edits, until one caught your eye.

“Wait, look at that one,” you said, pointing at the screen. “It's us.” He smiled, clicking on it and settling back in his chair.

The edit started off with a cute clip of you two, then transitioned into a compilation of more moments.

It was a simple yet adorable edit that had you smiling as you looked over at Aj, who couldn't contain his smile or blush either.

Not muttering a word, he quickly switched tabs to check the chat. “W edit, W edit,” he commented.

Smirking, you decided to tease him about this. “Awh, is someone blushing?” you giggled. “Shut up,” he grinned.

Gazing over at the chat, you looked at the fan comments consisting of “AWHH” or “THEY'RE SO CUTE,” making you smile.

It seemed your boyfriend had read the comments too because he looked over at you, leaned in, and softly kissed your cheek.

“Love you,” he muttered quietly, looking at his screen as his face was tinted a light shade of red. “Love you too.”

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[nomizombie]

(2) Fanboy!König x Rockstar!GN!Reader 🎸🎤🎶

[SFW/Wholesome] ; more rocking out!!!! Mutual pining, gender neutral, no usage of y/n!!! Author has never been to a concert or been a rockstar, not proofread…

[A/N] ; ty for all the nice comments on my last post! my face is gonna be sore from all that smiling 😭😭 heres a continuation from the last part, hope you enjoy!!! :)))

Part 1

Your hand hovered over the call button. Would it be so bad to call him? I mean, he did write his number down. The least you could do is call it. Thats normal. Yeah, that’s completely normal.

You tapped the call button and waited (for 3 seconds) until you heard the familiar click.

Silence.

“Hello?” You called out.

More silence.

“This is König right?”

Even more silence. Unbeknownst to you, König was a trembling mess on the other end. He parted his lips and no sound came out.

“Ah, I’ll just hang up then. Must’ve been a wrong number-“

“The albums. Thank you for signing them.” A meek voice spoke.

“So you are there after all!”

You hear nervous laughter on the other end.

“Sorry. Um. Whats the word? Starstruck?”

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“‘s alright, König.” His name was getting easier to say the more you said it.

More silence.

“Your singing. It was great.” He spoke again. This time a bit more confident.

“Well, I would assume so since you have so much merch of me.”

“Ah. Right.”

More silence. He was a lot more awkward over the phone.

“So… do you like the band or do you like me?”

Even more silence. Maybe you pushed too far. Maybe a guy like him doesn’t like teasing-

“You. You’re a good singer.“

You chuckled as you heard his response. Nevermind that, teasing him was fun. You could imagine the shaky hands as he held his phone, the pink tips of his ears, and the quietness as he thought of a response. How cute.

“Only good?

You pushed further.

More silence.

“It’s amazing. I’m in a trance when I listen to you.”

Now it was your turn to blush from your cheeks to your neck. Such simple words but it felt so good coming from him.

...

You had never texted with someone so much. Especially not someone as kind as him.

Every waking second, you spent tapping away on your phone. Before you fell asleep, in between shows, even during a meal with your bandmates.

It started off simple. You sent him a quick thank you message for the necklace and he responded with an also simple thanks for the handshake. Then, he followed up with another message complimenting your performance, and that might've been when you started expecting his texts.

Weeks later, you two continued to talk nearly everyday. Obviously, people began to notice. Your small smiles and giggles were frequent enough that even your manager got suspicious.

“Got someone special?” She snickered as she gripped the steering wheel. You couldn’t see her face but you just knew that she was raising a brow at the rapid screen smacking of your phone.

“Huh?- No! Its just a friend…” you quickly clarified.

Her eyebrow climbed a little higher as she gave you the look in the rear view mirror.

“Doesn’t seem like just a friend.” She laughed again, noticing your red cheeks, "Hey, I won’t get mad, I promise.”

Your cheeks continued to burn as she tilted her head to the side, silver earrings dangling and clinking as she waited.

“Okay, fine. He’s a fan from our December show.” You sighed. You really couldn’t hide anything from her, could you?

She gasped, “A fan?! Gasp! Our lead singer is into groupies!”

“He’s not a groupie! Its just- How do I explain this… He’s really fun to talk to.” This time your entire face burned.

“Fun, huh? Well I will warn you, dating a fan never goes well. Be careful alright? Can’t have our star vocalist getting heart broken now, can we?” She tutted her finger at you. Surely an experienced warning.

Before long you had arrived at the concert hall. This gig was probably the biggest youve had in months. Hundreds- no, thousands would be here tonight, watching you play. But, you could care less about the numbers, you only needed one person to come, the massive fanboy that you’ve been texting everyday the last few weeks.

You hands reach for your phone.

- im here at the venue. you almost here?

- Yes. Almost. Good luck with your show.

You two had been texting for weeks now, nearly everyday (or more accurately every hour) but he was still super formal with you. It was almost a little adorable that he still felt nervous interacting with you.

- awesome!! see ya :D

The typing animation played for a long time, disappearing and reappearing a few times before he finally responded.

- See you soon. 👍

An emoji. That's new. You grinned at the thought of him struggling to text you but that was quickly forgotten when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder.

"Stop texting your friend and start your warm ups! People are starting to come inside!" Your manager growled before quickly ushering you into your changing room.

By the time you stepped onto the stage, you were still struggling to rid your mind of thoughts of him. It's funny how much this boy has completely taken over your brain. But nevertheless, you greeted the crowd, strummed your electric guitar and started off with a new song. This one about your most recent obsession.

As you sang, walking from stage end-to-end you found yourself scanning the crowd for your favorite fan. But, oddly enough, he was nowhere to be found.

"That's odd." You muttered under your breath. Seriously. You have a massive audience tonight and the only thing on your mind right now is König? Get your head in the game.

Sweat beads dripped down your neck as you jumped up and down on stage, hyping up the crowd as you continued to hit ever note. The music was the only thing you could think about. You soon fell into the groove of the song, but yet, he still remained at the back of your mind.

With one final strum, you sank to your knees, panting. When's the last time you had really felt the rhythm? You smiled. Your new obsession was your muse.

As you trudged off stage, a damp mess dragging your feet behind you, you suddenly hit a wall. A very tall and solid wall.

You hissed, rubbing your sore nose as you opened your eyes. Once again, the worn out logo of your band crowded your vision. Your gaze travelled upwards as you finally realized that this wall, is in fact, not a wall.

A pair of beady eyes in a balaclava stared down at you.

"Hi." He said quietly.

"K-König! What are you doing offstage?!" You suddenly remembered how sticky and dewy your skin was, how damp your shirt was and the crazed, frizzy hair. You smoothed your hair out and wiped your face on the sleeve of your shirt frantically.

"Why are you here?" You asked a bit more calmer this time.

His ears turned a light red as he averted his gaze.

"Well... I wanted to watch you from here... and your manager… let me in." He breathed. Pausing in between words as he grew a little redder.

"My manager- her?!" Your calmness had left just as fast as it appeared.

He blinked at you. A few seconds of silence before nodding his head and rubbing his neck nervously.

"Ja, that's right."

"Holy shit- wait, how'd she know who you are..?" You asked curiously. You had never once mentioned his name or described him to her.

"Oh, uh..." He thought for a moment, finding the words in English.

"She's my... How do I say, like- aunt but not, kind of like my mother's friend." He muttered the last part quickly.

That explained the collection of exclusive merch.

Noticing your confusion, he continued, "Ah, it's not important. Your voice, lovely as always."

"Thank you, König." You grinned at him, your eyes squinting as you smiled.

His eyes widened before squinting as well. The way you said his name always made his heart jump in his chest. Meanwhile, you just couldn't get enough of his eye-smile.

The conversation was silent again. He stared anxiously at you before lowering his head.

“Can I… ask you something?”

“Of course, shoot away.”

He went quiet, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, before continuing.

"Well- do you, um..." His signature stuttering and stumbling over his words.

You hummed curiously.

"Do you want to get a-a drink together? Later? I'll wait for your autograph session and then I was wondering if you wanted to go out perhaps, of course you don't have to it was a stupid question, wasn't it? Excuse me then, I shouldn't have asked-"

"Of course. I would love to," you cut him off. His rambling was strangely... endearing?

Shock filled his eyes before he chuckled nervously.

"Ah. Sorry- I got a little anxious."

"It's okay!" You laughed. How was this behemoth man so cute? “What time?"

"I'll text you." He smiled and you noticed how his eyes crinkled when he did. That was never going to leave your memory, was it?

dividers by @mmadeinheavenn !!!!

Hii!!! If you got it this far, tysm for reading!!! ❤️❤️ Lmk if youd like more!! I like this au but i would also love to expand! If you have any ideas my requests are always open :)!!!

[sugarcoated-lame]

kricket please i had this thoight and i just know you’ll understand it

dad’s best friend, jake seresin. OR! best friend’s dad, jake seresin.

i meannnnnnnnnnn

SEB MY BELOVED ❤️❤️ this has been sitting in my inbox for… way too long and I am SO SO SORRY that it’s taken me so long to get around to answering it 😭 (truthfully I started writing something for it and completely forgot about it, and just found it while going through my drafts today haha 🙈😭😭) BUT today is also your birthday, so what better time for me to finally finish this hehe 🥰

AAAAAAAAAAAH OK

I had to go with dad’s best friend Jake, because I just feel like he would be the biggest tease, and he’d be so smug when he sees the affect he has on you.

Maybe you’re just back from college, and Jake has always known you’ve had a bit of a crush on him since he moved into the neighborhood a few years ago and befriended your father. He could see the way you’d always blush and stumble over your words whenever he’d so much as say hi to you when he was hanging around the house with your dad. The way your leg would bounce nervously under the table and you’d go quiet when your parents would seat him next to you when they’d have him over for dinners.

But now you’re older, a little more confident— and sure he still makes you blush, but now you’re not so afraid to be a bit bolder when it comes to your dad’s best friend. And you make it your mission to make him just as flustered.

Wearing your cutest, more risqué outfits whenever you know he’s going to be around. Going for a swim when you know Jake is coming over to help your dad out back with some yard work and lying out in the sun on a lounge chair in a pretty little bikini, your body on display just for him, glistening as water droplets glide across your smooth skin.

Leaning over him and brushing your arm against his when you go to reach for something at the dinner table. Relishing in the way Jake’s hungry eyes follow your every move no matter how hard he tries to fight it, that strong jaw of his that you’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to press little kisses to, clenching along with his fists anytime you brush past him. His cheeks still going a bit red despite the cocky smirk that fights to grow on his lips whenever you catch him staring.

It’s only when your parents are away for the weekend to celebrate their anniversary that something finally happens between you and Jake. Your dad asked him to check in on you while they’re away, and when you answer the door to in a too-big t-shirt that reaches your mid thighs and makes it hard for him to tell if you’re wearing shorts underneath it, face free of any makeup and showing off your natural beauty, hair in a messy bun with loose tendrils beautifully framing your face— looking absolutely irresistible and offering him a beer, Jake knows that he’s a goner.

You bring Jake his beer and tell him that you were just watching a movie and he’s welcome to join. The tension between the two of you is palpable as you silently watch the movie, nothing but the sounds of your quiet breaths and the movie playing on tv filling the room.

This is the first time you’ve ever been truly alone with him and Jake can see your confidence wavering as you sit on opposite ends of the couch, watching your leg bounce nervously as you try to your hardest to focus on the tv screen and not on him.

You jump when you feel a warm hand cover your knee to stop your fidgeting, looking down at it before turning your gaze towards Jake and seeing that signature, devilish smirk on his lips that never fails to make your cheeks feel hot.

“You nervous about something, honey?”

There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, your too-quick squeak of NO and the way you wince at yourself afterward telling Jake otherwise and only make that grin of his grow wider.

“C’mere, sweets.” His big hand glides up from your knee to your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake as Jake helps to guide you closer and closer to him until you’re hovering over his lap, your hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders.

“You want this, darlin’?” His face is serious as he searches yours for any hint of hesitation, fingers brushing across the smooth skin of your cheek and causing you to whimper as you lean into his gentle touch.

“Yes, I want it— want you, Jake.”

His large hands trail down the length of your sides and you can feel the warmth of them through the thin fabric of your t-shirt as they wrap around your waist, pulling you down securely onto his lap.

Leaving you breathless as his signature cockiness returns, smirk taking over his face and mirth in those pretty, hooded green eyes as Jake leans in to whisper,

“Oh I know you do, honey.”

One hand cradling the back of your head, the other tenderly squeezes at your waist and pulls you flush against his chest as Jake pulls you in for a bruising kiss. The movie long-forgotten, this is just the beginning of a not-nearly long enough weekend spent learning each other’s bodies, figuring out what makes the other tick and fall apart, with Jake taking you on nearly every surface of your parents’ house and making you feel oh so good.

hehe thank you so much for this delicious thot, my love! I hope you enjoy this little birthday present from me 🥹 happy birthday babey, ilysm! 🥰😘💐💜💕💜💕💜

everyone go wish @sebsxphia a happy birthday <3

[chiiyuuvv]

hiii i saw your post asking for requests and i’m just wondering if i can request a hunter scenario where his s/o is doing his make up ? or them doing the lipstick trend ifykwim (the one where they have kiss marks all over their face and stuff) thank you so much !

HUNTER REQUEST; KISSABLE♡

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Full, symmetrical. The way they were naturally pouty and inviting made his heart skip a beat. They felt soft and were soft. The way it would fit his perfectly made him want to slow down, enjoy the moment as the world came to a stop, the way they moved in syn-

"HUNTER!! Are you staring at my lips again??" I squint my eyes, watching the tall boy quickly turn his head, his cheeks red. "What..? Of course not love.." he answers after a while, avoiding my eyes as he scrolls on his phone. "Why would I ever do that.." he mutters to himself, glancing at me.

"Hmm.. it's just that.. well, you've been doing it all day." I cross my arms, watching him nervously looking around the room as I pass him a plate of food. "Thanks.." He mumbles, digging into his food as I sit in front of him, sipping some of my drink.

The room falls to a comfortable silence, the sound of chewing only heard as we enjoy our food. "The foods really good," hunter breaks the silence, chopping up some of the food with a knife as he circles it around my mouth, feeding me. I hum, opening my mouth to consume the food. "That's only because.." I stop to chew, covering my mouth as I continue.

"I added poison." I wink, making hunter chuckle. "Poison?"

"Yeah, it takes really good right now but that's only a side effect — once midnight strikes you'd be passed out."

"But what about you? You're eating the food too."

"I only put it on your plate.. mine is poison free."

"That may be the case.. but I just fed you some food from my plate. That means your affected too."

"Hunter!!" I gasp, holding onto my stomach. "Y-you knew from the start.. YOU'VE BEEN PLANNING THIS!!" I yell playfully, pointing my finger at him as he lets out an evil laugh.

"Haha!! You have fallen into my trap!" He cackles as I pretend to fall back in my chair, putting my hand on my face. "Just as I predicted.." he gets up, carefully picking up my body and laying me on the couch nearby.

My eyes closed, I feel his hot breath fan my face before he backs away for a second. "Hunt- AHH!!" I scream as he peppers my face with kisses, finally stopping at my lips to kiss me for a few seconds.

"W-what was that for?!" I sit up, my face red as I watch him grin happily. "All according to plan." He claps his hands I look down shyly, suddenly seeing a white flash.

His giggles fill the room as he takes a picture of me, my face red from blushing and large kissing marks. "Did you steal my lipstick?!" I hit his arm playfully, my lipstick sitting on the coffee table. "Look how cute you are~" he changes the subject, swiping the screen to show different photos of me.

"Y-yahh!! Delete that hunter!"

"But whyy?? You looks so CUTEE!"

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"If I give you cuddles would you delete it?"

"NO!"

A/n: after reading this I realized it was no where near what was requested😭 I tried to put my own twist to it since their is already a story exactly like this (the request they wanted)

Still, I hope you somewhat enjoy this imagine and thank you for being my first request.

[mrskodzuken]

Confession

pairing: Kozume Kenma x gn!reader

wc: 0.6k

tw/cw: a poor attempt at writing aaaaaaaaaangst lol, angst to fluff with a bit of crack, implied Nekoma!reader + Nekoma!Kenma, lowkey mutual pining + childhood friends to lovers, some walking out 🤷🏻‍♀️ also another word dump i’m so sorryyyyyyyy 😭😂🙈🤦🏻‍♀️

a/n: for @tetsvhoe’s “Please Don’t Say You Love Me” collab—thanks for letting me join last-minute 😘 I was torn between doing the confession idea and a Kagehina doujinshi-inspired modern fantasy au (wherein cat!reader is being taken care of by Kenma etc etc) tbh. Thank you for beta-reading this wifey @atsuminthe and bb @lumpiang-toge 😘🥰🤟🏻♥️

“Here, Kenma!” You shoved a pink stationery envelope into your best friend’s line of sight—practically blocking the POP’s screen, your hands slightly shaking, cheeks flushing. You couldn’t take a look at his expression so you looked down on your brown school loafers.

Kenma annoyingly paused the game he’s playing on his POP and took it from you. He examined the envelope quietly. “What’s this?”

“That? Um, i-it’s a love letter, silly!” you stuttered, bringing your palm to your face. “Don’t you know what a love letter is? Haven’t you got one before?” This guy…

“O-of course I know what a love letter is, Y/N, I’m not stupid,” Kenma stammered back in defense, his head held further down so as to hide his flustered face. “And it’s addressed… to me?” He turned to look at you for a moment before he spoke. “You... like me?”

You slowly nodded, removing your hand on your blushing face, your eyes looking back at his own golden ones. “I like you, I really like you! Ever since we were kids, I’ve always liked you—more than a friend! I don’t know why… but I’m excited to see you whenever I go to your house to play games with you; even when Tetsu-kun is around, it’s like… it’s like my heart’s bursting whenever I see or talk to you!”

You fiddled with the hem of your school blazer, gripping it a bit tightly. “I know it’s weird getting confessed to by your best friend,” you said, your words laced with nervous laughter. Kenma, on the other hand, just blinked at you, his golden eyes wide and searching for an answer. The tips of his partly-hidden ears as well as his round cheeks were still dusted with red, and his Adam’s apple kept on bobbing; he slowly processed what you’ve said minutes ago to mind.

Embarrassment soon went up to your face and you averted your eyes from looking at him, your throat suddenly drying up. “Well… I guess I’ve said it all, all the pent-up feelings I’ve been hiding inside me for years.” Kenma wanted to say something but you cut him off. “I-it's okay if you'll reject me. It's okay if you don't feel the same. It's fine if you reject my confession I… let’s just forget this conversation never existed, go back to normal, and… I have to go.” You slowly turned on your heels and started walking away, wishing a sinkhole just ate you up already to release you from your own embarrassment and misery.

You didn’t want to hear what he says, what he feels about you, and it’s better that way. It may look like unrequited feelings, a one-sided love… but at least you’ve told him how you feel, that you’re in love with Kenma, your best friend. Best friend.

“I love you!”

You stopped walking abruptly as you heard those three short words being yelled from behind by the same best friend you’ve confessed to minutes ago. You turned around to see him bent down and leaning on his knees, catching up his breath, the redness more evident on his determined face. His golden catlike eyes staring at your own, he opened his mouth to speak.

“L/N Y/N, I love you, ever since you and your family moved to that house next door to us. You saw me peeking through my window and waved at me, and that precious smile’s been deeply engraved into my heart until now. I love your smile, how your eyes twinkle whenever you listen to me talk about video games and volleyball and stuff, your sweet voice—everything! You made me realize how special I am to you, and you to me. I don’t like you… but I love you!” He huffed, his head bowed down. “You… it’s rude to walk away after confessing your love to someone without even listening to their re—“

Kenma was too occupied in his litany that he didn’t notice you sprinting towards him and hugging him tightly, interrupting his monologue. He then heard a faint sniffle and smiled, hugging you back and kissing the side of your head.

“Silly Kenma…”

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