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[trulyy-yourzz]

✿fluff - b.e x reader

I know we all need a little something to make us feel better (I'm still mourning😞), so as a fellow billie writer, and for the requests in my inbox, here you go my loves 💕 I hope you enjoyy. Mwa!

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Billie sat hunched on the edge of her bed, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She had just gotten back from the Grammy Awards, seeing all her friends and peers winning awards left and right while she came away with nothing. It stung more than she ever could have imagined. And she didn't expect it to.

There was a soft knock at her bedroom door before it opened, revealing you, her girlfriend. Billie looked up at you with a sad smile, trying to be strong even though she felt like crumbling inside.

"Hey, can I come in?" You asked softly, your voice filled with concern.

Billie nodded, wiping at her tear-stained cheeks. "Yeah, of course. I could use the company right now."

You entered the room and closed the door behind you. then making your way over to sit beside Billie on the bed. You wrapped a comforting arm around the singer's shoulders, pulling her close. "I'm so sorry about tonight, Bille. I know how much the Grammys meant to you," you murmured, rubbing your hand soothingly along Billie's arm.

Billie let out a shaky sigh, leaning into your touch. "I just...I don't get it. I poured my heart and soul into my album. I thought for sure I had a shot at winning something, anything really. But... nothing. It's like, what's the point?" Her voice cracked with emotion as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. You tightened her embrace, letting Billie cry into your shoulder.

"You can't think like that," you said firmly but kindly. "Your music means everything to so many people, including me. The fact that you didn't win an award doesn't diminish your talent or your impact."

Billie sniffled and pulled back to look at you with loving eyes. "You really mean that?"

You nodded, cupping Billie's face in your hands. "I do Billie, you're an incredible artist and an even more incredible person. Don't let one night or a silly little award define you or your career. Your album is beyond amazing."

Billie felt a small smile tug at her lips as she gazed into your earnest eyes. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to do anything without me," you said with a warm smile, cupping her cheek and leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips.

"We're in this together, love..."

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Notes: screaming, crying, and throwing up!

That's all❤️

[mariahcarreyyy]

Hii!!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 2K! I love reading your work, it’s always amazing 💕

Do you think you could write something with this angst prompt “lashing out even though they know they will regret it” for Oscar ? And maybe he is the one lashing out?

# prompt no.7, lashing out even though they know they will regret it

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Sometimes, Oscar wishes he could scream at everyone who calls him unbothered.

He wishes they could see him now, irritation coursing through his veins, mixing with his blood like water and oil; he wishes they could witness the dark cloud looming over his muscular frame, following him and more ever-present than his own shadow; he wishes they could cower at the sight of the scowl on his face, nose scrunched in distaste at all times.

The results of his race had been enough to send him over the edge. A less than satisfactory eighteenth, and it echoes bitterly in his head the entire race debreif.

Lando squeezes an encouraging hand on Oscar's shoulder as they both walk out of the papaya garage, and Oscar can't bring himself to do anything but send Lando a shaky smile.

A prolonged car ride, and a few hours later, the driver twists the doorknob of your shared flat. Oscar's shoulders visibly drop, leaving the remains of a bad race on the floor and letting his body (mind and soul) rest.

"Osc? Y'home?"

Your voice cuts through the silence, and Oscar wants to punch his own gut at how his jaw clenches at the sound. Relax, he reminds himself. But Oscar can't—he knows he can't.

Because the residual pounding in his head is making him wince; he's sweaty and shivering; he's famished and cannot bear the thought of food; he's put off by the sight of you before him and he wants to be cradled in your arms, too.

It's all too confusing for him. Oscar decides being angry would be easier, flow smoothly against his tongue. He almost forgoes his plan when his brown eyes meet your pity-laced ones.

"Hey, baby," you murmur, hesitantly reaching up to cup his cheeks. "I'm sorry, 'bou—"

Sweet nothings die in your throat when Oscar swerves away from your touch, wincing distastefully. Seemingly refusing to look at you, his eyes dart anywhere but the comfort of yours.

"I don't need you to baby me," Oscar grits out, his hips swaying to glide past you and the crestfallen look on your face.

"Oh," you bite the inside of your cheek, hands flailing helplessly to your side and watching him pad against the cold floors. "Okay, uh. There's pasta on the stove if you're hungry."

Oscar pinches his wrist. The thought of tangible pain seemed more comfortable than the guilt gnawing in his heart. Still, Oscar laments, you are too nice; I'm cruel now, and you shouldn't be this way towards me. He refrains from turning around when he hears you audibly exhale shakily.

"M'not hungry," he shouts again, slamming the door behind him without looking back.

Without looking at you.

authors note. i dont like this honestly i feel like its very ooc bcs i dont see osc lashing out a lot. i made him feel guilty idk if that helped. en e wayz enjoyy xx

[anirimp]

love them SMM💕

this is only the beginning of my fanart of them, but hope you enjoyy

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[dioslesbianwife]

HIII!! Could I perhaps get joefoes x persuasive reader? To be a little clearer, I mean like the reader asking them for stuff they clearly don't need LOL, but they still get it for the reader!! Please and thank you 💕💕

haha totally, i hope you enjoyy!! here are the HCs

Dio

He hates being manipulated… yet somehow, you always succeed.

"Dio, I need a solid gold drinking chalice."

"Why?"

"Because I want to feel like a vampire king/queen."

"...Fine. But if I see you using the other one, I’ll throw them both out."

He acts exasperated, but deep down, he loves indulging you- especially if you ask him nicely

Kars

You are the only person who has ever convinced Kars to do something irrational.

"Kars, I need a golden goblet."

"For what purpose?"

"Drinking water."

He just stares at you. Then the next day, you find a solid gold goblet encrusted with gems on your bedside table.

He never admits you got to him. Ever.

Santana

Doesn’t even question it.

"Santana, I need a blanket made of the softest material in the world."

"Understood."

And then he actually finds the softest material possible.

If it makes you happy, it’s worth it.

Esidisi

He melts under your sweettalking.

"Esidisi, I really, really need a 10foot long scarf."

"A what? What for?"

"Fashion. Also, I could use it to dramatically wrap around you when we hug."

He sighs but immediately gets you the most ridiculous scarf imaginable.

If you keep up the sweet tone, you could probably get anything from him.

Wamuu

He actually questions everything you ask for.

"Wamuu, I need a giant plush dragon."

"You do not require a dragon for combat."

"I require it for emotional combat."

He frowns, deeply considering this… and then gets it for you anyway.

He doesn't understand why, but seeing you happy feels like a victory to him.

Yoshikage Kira

He sighs every time you ask for something.

"I need a crystal cat figurine."

"That’s entirely unnecessary."

"But it would look so cute on my shelf!"

"...Just…be sure to keep it clean."

He pretends to be so reluctant, but if you act even a little pouty, he caves immediately.

Diavolo

At first, he refuses to give in.

But you never stop asking.

"Diavolo, I need a tiny crown."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeease?"

…Days later, Doppio hands you a tiny crown with no explanation.

Diavolo pretends he made Doppio get it but he actually spent the previous night finding one online with next day delivery..

Doppio

The easiest to convince.

"Doppio, I need five different flavors of ice cream right now."

"OH! Okay! Do you want toppings too? Maybe whipped cream?"

You barely have to try- he gets excited about making you happy.

Enrico Pucci

He tries so hard to resist.

"Pucci, I need a rosary made of gold."

"Vanity is a sin."

"It would make me feel closer to heaven."

…He exhales sharply and gets it for you, mumbling something about faith and indulgence.

Funny Valentine

He just stares at you for a long time.

"I need an American flag themed outfit."

"...Why?"

"Patriotism."

Five hours later, you have an entire star spangled wardrobe.

Diego Brando

You have to work for it.

"Diego, I need a horse."

"What. Why?"

"Because I want to match you."

"...Fine. But don’t expect me to teach you how to ride it."

He acts like he’s doing it out of sheer annoyance, but he really loves that you want to be like him.

Tooru

He finds it hilarious that you can get away with it.

"Tooru, I need a vintage record player."

"Why? You don’t even collect records."

"But what if I start?"

He laughs but still gets you one because it’s cute seeing you win against him.

[planete777]

high!lando who can’t keep his hands off you

high!lando who thinks you’re a goddess

high!lando who teaches you how to smoke

high!lando who teases you because he knows you’re high and flustered too

high!lando who gets overstimulated super easily

high!lando who decides he’s an artist and wants to draw on you

high!lando who decides he’s an artist ^ and decorates you with hickeys

loved writing these small blurbs, ty anon!! marked 18+ as there are some sexual themes below the cut, so MINORS DNI! some of them are kinda fluffy tho 💕anyways enjoyy

HIGH!LANDO WHO CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOU

always has to have you sitting right next to him or, preferably, straddling him. a hand is under your shirt, rubbing your back or your waist as the other accomodates the joint. he doesn't like to let you go at all, whining when you try to move from his embrace before pulling you back in, and all you can do is let him.

HIGH!LANDO WHO THINKS YOU'RE GODDESS

this is so cute!!!! high!lando (and when he's not high ofc) never fails to tell you how much you mean to him, be it physically or verbally. it's adorable to watch because he has this loopy smile on his face, eyes so red and barely open, saying, "you're a goddess, you know that right?"

you laugh, taking a smoke of your own before replying, "which one?"

he shakes his head at your question, taking his time to enunciate an answer because he's so faded, "no, you're your own goddess, y/n, one meant for me."

HIGH!LANDO WHO TEACHES YOU HOW TO SMOKE

showing you how to smoke the first time is such a sight to see. he brings the blunt to his lips, using one hand to flick the lighter and the other to shield the flame, before a braid of smoke trails at the end of the spliff and he's blowing some out of his mouth. you're sat on his lap, watching how his pores ooze with sexiness as he does it, and then he smiles at you.

"you ready to try?"

he was all too eager to have you smoke when you asked him about it. you nod, and he's slotting the joint between your lips, telling you to inhale. when you do, you feel the numbness crawl up your brain, and your limbs are relaxing subconsciously. lando pulls it out, your mouth spilling with smoke as your eyes close,

"there you go, baby. feels good, doesn't it?"

HIGH!LANDO WHO TEASES YOU BECAUSE HE KNOWS YOU’RE HIGH AND FLUSTERED TOO

his hands are teasing down the rim of your shorts, slipping in and out as his fingers trace your skin. he loves doing this sometimes, when he knows you're too high, too tired to actually fuck, so instead, he riles you up. gets all the arousal tingling just where you need him most, and sometimes, if you're lucky, he'll use his fingers to get you off, curling and stretching you open as if he's going to fuck you, but doesn't.

HIGH!LANDO WHO GETS OVERSTIMULATED SUPER EASILY

all it takes is for you to be grinding down on his dick a few times before he's already cumming in his shorts. you feel his cock spasm and the feeling rubs against your clothed cunt so well that you continue grinding. your spliff remains between your lips as you grip the couch behind him, but you can barely reach an orgasm because lando's moans turns strained and taut, and he's pulling you off his dick and further up his lap, "it's too much baby, too much. let me eat you out instead?"

HIGH!LANDO WHO DECIDES HE’S AN ARTIST AND WANTS TO DRAW ON YOU

"what are you doing, lan'?"

he doesn't answer, focused on the drawing he's inking into your arm with a ballpoint pen. his blunt is wedged in his mouth as you continue smoking yours, trying to ignore the tickling jab of the pen into your skin. his lines are skewed, not at all precise, but it makes it that tad bit better, knowing he did it, high and all, just for you. he lifts the pen and you bend your arm to take a look. he's grinning wonkily, like the smiley face tatted on your skin and you smile as well when you notice the initials and the heart before it.

"i was gonna write 'my weed queen', but thought against it," he snickers.

your smile falters, giving him a cautionary glare, "good."

HIGH!LANDO WHO DECIDES HE’S AN ARTIST ^ AND DECORATES YOU WITH HICKEYS

his lips are warm and wet against your skin, nipping and sucking the skin of your neck. he's always had an oral fixation there, especially when he's high, and so all you do is throw your head back and allow the artist to taint his canvas. if your neck is slightly sore from all the red and purple marks, you don't mention it, because, truthfully, you love to wear them with pride.

[heyyypuddin]

Withering Petal (Armando x OC) Bad Boys chapter 5

Hey puddins! I finally have posted Chapter 5. Sorry about the wait I kept changing things up. Just know this is a longer chapter.

I really hope you enjoy, and I would love to hear your thoughts! Enjoyy 💕

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Chapter 5 

Amora entered the black-and-white guest room that held a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, facing a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall surrounded by lots of paintings. Armando entered through the door after her, inspecting the room, looking at all the art she had in the room, and raiding an eyebrow at one of them.

“You can go use the bathroom to shower; the bathroom is right across the walk-in closet, and there should be towels and spare clothes you can use. They should be large enough to fit you for the time being. I’m going to go check on my dog, and then I’ll bring the first aid kit so I can start on your injuries.”

Amora finished explaining, and she looked at him, making sure he got everything or had questions. He gave her a curt nod and headed to the bathroom, where she heard the shower turn on, and she quickly turned on her feet, walking out of the room to go run up the stairs, giving multiple glances over her shoulder to make sure she didn't see him trying to run up on her.

She gets to the top floor and calls out for Bowser, hearing his whines coming from her room. She took one last glance behind her to make sure Armando wasn’t sneaking behind her, then glanced down her hallway to see the aftermath of their fight. 

On the wall was smudged blood, and littered on the floor were broken glass and soggy, wet food from what she had brought up for him originally. 

She sighed and ignored it for now so that she could check on her baby. Going to her room, she immediately checked under her bed, pulling up the sheets, and saw her baby giant Schnauzer hiding under there.

"Awwwww, baby, come here." She extended her arms out, and he slowly crawled his way out into her arms. She carefully picked him up and sat on her bed, cuddling him and telling him he did such a great job. “I love you so much, baby. You were so helpful. Such a good boy. I'm so proud of you.”

She kissed his head and gave him more rubs, feeling the sting of tears falling out of her eyes as she finally got to relax and grasp the situation she was just in. Silent sobs wrecked over her body.

“You were so brave. I'm so proud. I know you were scared,” she mumbled in his fur, half talking to Bowser and the other half talking to herself.

After allowing herself to sit for 20 minutes with Bowser, she finally got up and checked his leg that he was limping on. There were no open wounds, and it didn't feel broken; it may possibly be sprained.

"Okay, baby, tomorrow I'll take you to the vet so we can get you all fixed up." She took him off her lap and set him on a doggy bed beside her nightstand so he could rest.

She walked over to her vanity mirror, inspecting herself through her puffy red eyes, and saw that she had a small cut on her cheek and a deep purple bruise starting around her neck. Letting out a huge sigh, she walked out of the room to the hallway, grabbing the first aid kit and pain medication off the floor, and headed back downstairs to the kitchen, filling up two cups of water for them, and walked to the guest room.

Standing in the room, staring at the TV, was Armando wearing her old gray sweatpants, laying very low on his hips, exposing not only all his wounds but also all his muscles. Her eyes raked down his body, going over every last crevice of his and down past his v-line to where his sweats started. Her breath hitched softly when she saw his member slightly pressed against the gray pants. 

From the corner of Armando’s eye, he watched her ogle at him, feeling a swell of pride and his ego bloom. “Maybe this stay wasn’t so bad after all,” he told himself.

Not taking his eyes off the screen, he commented to the woman gawking at him, “¿Como lo que ves amor? (Like what you see in love?)

Amora quickly averted her eyes from him clearing her throat, embarrassed from being caught and putting her focus on what was playing on the TV to distract herself, but she quickly realized it was about Armando as they had his mugshot on the screen and news on police Captain Howard being fully exonerated after being framed by James Mcgrath, a former DEA agent who'd gone rouge. 

A light bulb went into her head as she was listening to the details of the news.

“Is that where you're coming from? She asked as she placed the first-aid kit and water on the dresser next to her. 

Without looking at her, he gave her a small nod, eyes now locked on the screen where a picture of the famous detective Mike Lowrey was on.

“Can you come sit on the bed, please? It's pretty late, and I would like to get some rest,” but she knew tonight she definitely wasn't going to be able to sleep with him in the house.

He moved to where she was standing, getting very close to her before sitting down on the edge of the bed. She stepped back away from him, not wanting to be so close since, truth be told, he intimidated her a lot. Amora reached over to the dresser, grabbing the kit and pulling out two packs of pain pills.

"Here, take these; they’re 500 mg each." He eyed the packets suspiciously and reached for them, only holding them in his hands. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed one packet out of his hand, ripping it open and taking the two pills dry to prove a point, and since she needed it for the headache she was gaining 

"Again, I didn't do all the work of helping you, just to kill you." She reached over again to pass him another pill packet and his water.

“Why are you helping me?” The quiet question came from Armando's lips. Amora slightly stilled before grabbing the alcohol wipes and the stitch emergency kit.

“When I saw you outside, I thought you were maybe someone who was sent to find me, and I wanted answers, but now... I don’t know.” She opened up the alcohol wipe and gripped his broad shoulder to inspect what looked like a stab wound that looked pretty deep but clearly didn't hit any main nerves, just his muscles.

“You might wanna embrace yourself; this is going to sting,” Amora grimaced before swiping over the cut. Painful hisses and grunts filled the silence of the room. Amora took a sneak at his face and saw that he squeezed his eyes shut, his jaws clenched. It's such a shame for him to be so handsome; maybe in a different life they could’ve met in a much different way, she admired.

“Dios mío, ¡apúrate ya!” (My God, woman, hurry up already) were the pained words, gritted from his teeth. 

Snapping back to reality, she quickly finished cleaning his wound up, picked up the needle and thread, and worked on closing up the 3-inch wound. This caused even louder, pained grunts and groans from him. She was halfway done to closing the cut when she felt large hands grip her hips, squeezing her tightly. Her eyes widen in shock, feeling a tightening in her stomach, but she doesn’t slow down, understanding this isn't an easy process.

Finally, she got to the end of the cut, closed it off, and started bandaging it up to protect it from any outside damage. He still had a tight grip on her and was breathing heavily, with his head hanging low and sweat dripping off his head. She grabbed more thread to work on the side wound he had been holding since she first saw him. 

“I’m going to need you to lay back, please, so I can work on this for you.”

Armando silently obeyed, sliding his hands off her and leaning back on his elbows. Amora looked around, feeling herself get hot and trying to focus on where she could get a good angel to do this, but where the wound was, she decided to step closer in between his legs.

Armando watched her intensely as she kneeled down between his legs so that she didn’t have to bend over, hurting her back. The image before him brings wicked thoughts to his mind. Does she even know what she’s doing? He wonders, but that all flew out of his mind as she started working on his wound.

Louder, pained groans echoed the room, as did a stream of Spanish cuss words spitting out of Armando's lips. Amora didn't understand everything he said, but she wouldn't be surprised if he cursed her whole family lineage.

She finally finished up that cut and stood up to quickly scan over him to make sure there were no other cuts that required attention. There was a slice on his arm, but it wasn't too deep for stitches, thankfully, but she still cleaned and bandaged it.

. “You should really go to the hospital; I know how to do a lot, but I'm not a doctor.”

He slowly sat back up, letting out a low groan. “No, I'll be fine; just pass me another pain pill." 

She quietly nodded and slid out from between his legs, doing as he told her. She felt his gaze piercing into her face, but he wasn't saying a word. She came to realize that he's just a man of few words. Or, at least to her, he is. 

She watched him take the pain pills and looked at him, waiting for him to say whatever was on his mind, but Armando just stared, unspeaking. Rolling her eyes, Amora stepped away so she could go to bed until he finally spoke up.

“Who’s looking for you?” He watched her completely still at the question; he wasn't even sure if she was breathing. A heavy silence hung over them, the energy in the room going cold as the woman was clearly having an internal battle from the question he asked, but he didn't care. 

He wanted to make sure he wasn't getting involved in whatever drama she had going on, considering how paranoid the woman was to be so reclusive. "Probably a crazy ex-boyfriend,” he scoffed at the thought. If said ex-boyfriend tried to come while he was here, he would handle it personally; he wouldn’t allow anyone to disturb the freedom he finally has. 

Coming out of his thoughts, he realized another moment of silence had passed, and he felt irritation rise at the unanswered question. He parted ways to ask her again. “Who is Lo-?”

“-Vicky Ortiz,” she cut him off. Armandos face fell in shock; his eyes widen in recognition of that name—definitely not an ex-boyfriend problem.

“Vicky Ortiz? As in Victor “El Segador” Ortiz?” He questioned her darkly. Amora turned away from the man, trying to hold back the sting of tears that threatened to fall just from speaking that wretched man's name, but Armando stood up and grabbed her arm, spinning her back to him. 

"Why, of all people, would Victor ‘The Reaper’ be looking for you? A merc turned drug lord?” He grilled her face.

“What game are you playing at?” He seethed. He couldn’t help, but think this was some sort of set him up. Of all the people she could’ve named, she’s going with an enemy of the Aretas Cartel. 

Amora’s head snapped up, her eyes matching the flames in his. ”A game? A game! Do you hear yourself? Clearly, you know the man and what he’s capable of. What reason would I have to lie about something like that?” 

He continued to stare down at her before rolling his eyes and backing up. 

“Once I'm healed, I'm out of here. I don't want to be mixed up in whatever shit you got going on,” he told her, waving her out of the room. Amora's moth dropped at his dismissive behavior in her house for a question he asked.

“First of all, you asked me a question; I didn’t have to answer you! Second of all, nobody told your ass to pass out in my front yard; I was happily minding my own damn business till you came!” She raised her voice at him, but he turned around, dismissing her again.

“Callado. No quiero escucharlo." ( Be quiet. I don't want to hear it.)

“You know what? Whatever I don't owe you, A fugitive, ANY EXPLANATION! You’re welcome for saving your ass; I could've left you out there to die or called the cops on you—you selfish bastard!” And with that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut, but not before coming back and adding her door stopper to make sure he couldn't get out of the room again without her knowing.

Armando listened to what she was doing, not caring about the door stopper because that wouldn’t work on him but making sure she wasn’t on the phone with anyone or the cops, before laying on the bed, turning the news channel up, and looking at his father on the screen with some of the footage that came out of the battle zone he escaped from. 

The last thoughts floating through his mind before sleep took him were his father telling him he did well and that he was proud of him before sending him out on that boat.

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Authors note: guys this chapter made me so stressed, I was literally working on it alllll day and night yesterday even at work 💀 but I hope yall enjoyyy it 💕💕

Also if anyone knows a good translator website please let me know especially for (Mexican Spanish dialect )as I want to try to get as accurate as I can. Spanishdict and Itranslate been holding me down 🤞🏽

[mikalame]

HI MAMAAA💕💕💕

can u maybe write some birthday head w bill or tom?! (maybe both👀)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOPP!!!!!!

NPPPP POOKIEEE sorry i haven't been writing lately lol and im sorry if you meant head canon and dont smut i can do fluff if yall want tho

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Bill

Going down on him whiles he in and out of sleep his hip would probs wake him up as he keep thrusting into your mouth.

When he does wake up, hes gonna be really senstive, whiney and that sorta stuff gripping onto your hair making you go further

when it comes to actully having sex he gonna be really lovey dovey you whispering happy birthdays and him saying i love you's

evrything about sex would be really soft and lovey, you would be doing most the work tho (he LOVES seeing you on top)

you leave dark hickeys all over his neck and collar bone, he leaves little love bites on your aswell, you would drag your nails on his skin softy writing happy b-day on his chest.

after wards when he blows out the birthday candles with tom you give him as many kisses hes turing like if he turing 19 your giving him 19 kisses yk

You two baking a shit ton of things that take a couple weeks to eat through all of it and your giving the majority of it to the rest of the band .

getting him a bouqe of all him favourite flowers and him just ADORING them he makes sure their all presteen and well loved.

Going out for dinner and you paying because he usally pays and you just wanted him to relax (plus you were planning this for ages)

Tom

Instead of you waking up him up with sex he waking yo up with sex its like 5 in the morning and you wake up with a sweating tom behind you going ham saying 'my first birthday present'

kinda just wants you to let him have control but you would be having sex everywhere round the house (kitchen, bathroom,.... BALCONY)

Would leave deep hickeys on you but wouldn't be a big fan to have them on himself he would say stuff like 'everyone needs to see how good my first present was'

when hes a bit spent and tired but still kinda horny he like if you would just cock warm him and sit and watch tv, would thrust up every now and again

would have you suck him off pretty regularly through out the day but when he need a little rest hell just spend it in between your legs

You two would try and bake but it would just end to sit you would end up sitting on the couch eating uncooked cookie dough

when the rest off the gang is there you guys would do a big movie marathon and would stay up till god knows what time watching, eating and just mucking around

i think toms not a big fan of going out to dinner cause of fans so you guys are ordering him fav thing and eating at home doing cute little couple stuff

for his present you would get him something that he really wants but each time through out the year you say you would buy it for he says no so when you do give it his eye light up and he starts saying big thanks and all that

i feel like he'd would like to decorate his own cake so your buying a bland cake and buying icing and you two are trying to make it look super professional at the start then messing around at the end not trying to hard

hope you all enjoyy

[watisthisifnotthat]

Libra Sun (7H) ♎️ Aquarius Moon (12H) ♒️ Virgo Venus (6H) ♍️ Pisces Rising ♓️ and Pisces Lilith (12H)♓️

- hope you enjoyy! 💕 @planet-kealoha

[mistikgioart]

•●Currently working on a School Project🍹🌊●•

Hi guyss!! I'm new here so this is my 2nd post, im going to post the final work soon, btw hope u enjoyy!! 💕💕

I'd really like to start posting frequently BUT school is making me go insane-

[sophiadraws8]

Happy Birthday to my friend @thekatt-m 🙏🍒✨

I wish you the best today and always honey 🤗✨a big hug for you from Peru to Honduras 💕💕💕 eat a lot of cake and enjoyy!

(Extrañé a estos cuchurrumines XD)

[r3yr3ysworld]

Things about me 🩷:

Hiii~! You can call me Rey Rey. This is my personal blog of my yapping tendencies, brain rot, personal digital diary and your own reference blog to scroll through and relate to. I mean obviously Tumblr is for a lot so this a mix of things. So, sit back and let me motivate you, guide you and be your pink guide.

I am an Afro-Latina (yes, I'm black so yes, the word "nigga" would be present)

Hello kitty obsessed girly

Pronouns are in fact she/her??? (I genuinely don't know how this shit works sorry lmao 😭)

MDNI 18+ (what you consume on the internet is on you! be responsible! cuz the shit I say up here is...lewd 😏)

I do NAWT promote racism, any type of hate to LGBTIQQ, or whatever (Be civil)

enjoyy 💕!!!

[soulmateszedits]

HIII! Jake (ENHYPEN) boyfriend material wallpapers please! Xoxo 💕💗💓

Hihi Angel! Is ready! Hope u enjoyy all the locks🌸💖

[larz-barz]

I DID ITTT

THE FIRST MEETING

sorry for bad quality! my handwriting also sucks ;~;

Milo is slightly behind Shiina because of a habit when they were kids, Shiina has always been Milo's protector lol ;~; <3

ENJOYY

THIS IS SO CUTEEE I LOVE ITTT🤩💕

also that is so true🥹 I imagine Shiina often tried to keep Milo’s uncle (Shiina’s dad) away from Milo because of the abuse (he didn’t abuse Shiina or Michio (Milo’s big brother) cause they’re humans)

[digitaldiarystuff]

Fermin: female reader x Fermin Lopez where they have been dating for a while but recently they had problems & have been having stupid fights. The reader has been stressed with school and him with pressure brought by his recognition in the first team. Maybe he’s acting weird & distant, which leads to a fight between them and them taking a break. Angst plot where the reader has an accident ( car accident or something smaller- up to you) and Fermin confirms how much he loves her and doesn’t want to loose her. Fluff ending where he takes care of her during her recovery.

hey thank you for this request I loved it and it’s up rn hope you enjoyy💕

[cheesetheft]

My Hot Ass Class Mates Part 7!

18+ CUZ INCLUDES SMIT IN LATER PARTS BUT ALSO FLUFF MY OC IS IN THIS, ENJOYY LOVESSS💕❤️✌️👋😍😍

It was day you guys fought the curses.

You and Alana were paired up while everyone else was solo, as you two were the newer ones.

you all went to different spots that were kinda close by so if someone in your class needed help the other person could go and help.

Then there it was. That blood retching scream.

Not from one of you.

But from a curse itself.

You almost sprinted to save ‘it’ thinking it was a person.

But Geto held you back.

“Geto! What are you doing there’s a person screaming for help!” You said trying to wiggle out of his arms.

“it’s a trap.” Mizatsu said quite coldly.

“Huh? What do you mean Mizatsu??” You ask.

“Some curses are known to mimic human voices.” Mizatsu replied.

“O-oh no..” Alana said gripping onto Gojo’s arm.

Mizatsu looked back at Alana annoyed.

“Maybe Alana could check if it’s really a curse or not.” Mizatsu said while pointing to Alana.

(WE ARE NOT TRYING TO K1LL PEOPLE MIZATSU😠 BAD GIRL!)

“Mizatsuuu!!” The group exclaimed.

“what? Just a thought.” Mizatsu mumbles

Gojo annoyed at Mizatsu said, “How about you go check!”

“Really?” Mizatsu asked making sure he wasn’t joking.

“YES!” He said angrily.

“Hm. Fine.” Mizatsu then walked off in the dark woods.

“SATORU! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?” Shoko yelled.

“Hey, she’s been rude all day, not my fault.” Gojo says.

“It’s gonna be your fault if she’s dead.” You said.

“Wha-“ Geto was abruptly cut off by the sound of chewing.

Everything got quiet.

“…did she get..” Gojo paused.

“..eaten?” You finished the sentence.

Then the sound of footsteps came towards you guys.

“Is it the curse?!” Alana yelled gripping Gojo’s arm tighter.

Then Mizatsu was in-front of you all.

There was blood all over her.

But her mask was down?..

And blood around her mouth.

Then you guys saw what she was eating.

She was the one eating the curse.

“Mizatsu are you… eating the curse?” You ask concerned.

“Mhm.” Mizatsu replied not thinking much of the situation.

“Mizatsu what exits your power? You never told us.” Shoko said while they all slowly backed away from her.

Mizatsu Inamoto, Power: Chaos Gems, Mizatsu has black gloves that have slots on her knuckle because her ‘knuckles’ were really gemstones.

All of the gems were different colors meaning it was all different powers, but there’s a catch she can also get new powers after she eats..a curse..or a human. Though she rarely uses her powers so no one knows if she’s strong of not. (Judging on how she knocked that guy who stepped on her hair out she’s probably strong but not overpowered)

Her eyes also turn rainbow when she’s mad because of the..well experiments (Backstory for Mizatsu and you soon???)

And the reason she had teeth that looked like teeth from demon slayer was because her family had shaped them into that before the experiments but the experiments made everything they changed about her permanent. (Damn I low-key just gave most of the backstory away lol next part will only be about Mizatsu and her backstory soooo)

(BACK TO WHEN SHOKO ASKED HER THE QUESTION)

“If you really want to know you’ll have to find out.” Mizatsu says as she finishes the curse she was eating, and one of her gems glowed meaning she gained its power.

(ALSO!! Mizatsu can like teleport? Once she does the ground kinda has like purple lighting marks on it cuz the teleportation thing is in the purple gem.)

Then Mizatsu and Alana disappeared suddenly.

“WHERE DID THEY GO?!” You say shocked at the sudden disappearance of the two.

“Fuck. We gotta found out where they went.” Geto and Shoko say at the same time.

“How would we find them dude. THEY'RE GONE!” Gojo shouts.

(With Mizatsu and Alana)

Mizatsu slams Alana on a wall and then punches her.

“Listen you bitch, leave my friends alone, they didn’t do anything.” Mizatsu says as Alana turned into a woman who looked in her 30’s with some wrinkles.

“Oh sweet sweet Mizatsu I’m not here for them I’m here for you.” Alana said before continuing.

“Your ‘parents’ want to see you Mizatsu.” She says.

“Oh they do, since when do you talk to the d3@d hm?” Mizatsu asks Alana.

“Since I was born-“ Mizatsu cuts her off when she puts a knife to her throat.

“We’ll tell them the fuck of will you?” Mizatsu says while glaring at her.

“No can do..” she almost stutters but catches herself before she does.

“Now if I ever see you again, that’ll be the last time I do.” Mizatsu says while pressing the knife against Alana’s throat harder causing blood to spill out.

Mizatsu licks the blood off her neck and backs away.

“But if you talk to my sister, tell her it wasn’t her fault.” Mizatsu says before walking off.

But then she stops and turns around once more.

Then out of nowhere she punches Alana so hard she knocks out a couple of teeth. Then Mizatsu walks off to find her friends.

(A couple hours later)

Mizatsu finally found her friends.

“MIZATSU WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” They all shout.

“Oh uhm.. I have something to tell you all.” She says.

“What is it?” You ask.

“When me and Alana mysteriously disappeared, we were surrounded by curses and then me and her tried to hold them off but…it was too late for her..” Mizatsu Paiutes before continuing, “I tried to wake her up thinking she was passed out but I checked her pulse and she was d3@d.”

The group gasps in shock.

“I thought you hated her?” Shoko says.

“I never did, I was just worried she would take you guys away from me.” (Possessive Mizatsu???)

“Oh Mizatsu she could never take us away from you.” Geto and Gojo say at the same time.

“thank you..” Mizatsu says before you guys pull her into a hug.

OMGGG I KNEW THIS WAS ABOUT TO EATTTT ANYWAYS NEXT PART IS GONNA BE MIZATSU FINALLY TELLING THE GROUP HER BACKSTORY AND THEN THE NEXT ONE WILL BE ME MAKING A BACKSTORY FOR YOU GUYS AND YOU TELLING THEM THAT, SO A LOT OF TRAUMA DUMPING IG😔😭🥲💀 BYE LOVESS💕👋✌️

[jakesangel]

i want to recommend you a song ‘dosii - the one exists in my memories’ enjoyy have a good day today~ 💕

omg hai anon bby ᵎᵎ thank you for thinking of me for this recommendation >___< have a good day as well bby <3

i actually already know dosii as i listen to those kid of songs when i read, sore your reco is actually super good >< i also want to recommend you ichiko aoba n lily chou-chou