#catton

[montourmania]

three apples tall

[alecduhh]

“How cute.”⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Summary : You and Felix got into a bit of a argument.. he wanted to show you how sorry he was. Smut warning !!

WC:426

You and Felix got into a stupid argument again. You gave him the silent treatment, and he absolutely hated that you were ignoring him. Felix tried his best to get you to at least speak to him. Even doing some not normal Felix things.. for example, he bought you your favorite sweets. Yet, you still ignored him. He finally had enough of your ignoring and went up to you, staring down at you with his big brown eyes, and simply picked you up. You finally spoke, wanting him to put you down. “Felix! Put me down!” You yelp finally speaking to him. He smiles and puts you down. “Okay.. sorry, but you spoke to me finally.” He said his eyes were a bit bright. “So what..” You mutter, sounding a bit annoyed. “You know I can make you feel.. less annoyed.” He says,smiling, looking towards you with that same stupid smirk. You cock and eyebrow at him. “Yeah?” You reply, smiling a bit now. “Yeah.. I’ll make you gasp my name.” He says, smiling. He picks you up again; you let him pick you up. He takes your shorts off seeing your panties. They were the ones he absolutely loved. “How cute.. you used the pair of panties I love on you.” He says, smiling, and holding your hips. He starts rubbing your wetness through your panties seeing a wet spot form. He hears your moans leave your mouth music to his ears. He slowly lowers your panties revealing your perfect pussy to him. He smiles before spreading your legs out more, seeing your perfect pussy. He starts to rub your clit teasingly, feeling you squirm under him. You moan and whine, feeling him slowly lean in, and take a lick, tasting your sweet arousal. He stops laying down, patting near him for you to sit in his face. Your face flushed, but you agreed, anyways going on top of him. He held your hips steadily while lapping at your pussy eagerly. You moan, feeling him licking your wet cunt while he holds your hips tightly. You move your hips faster, against his face tugging his hair a tiny bit. You gasp and moan finally feel your orgasm crash down. You gasp and moan coming all over his face. He laps his tongue tasting you. You pant getting up looking at him seeing his wet face smiling, a bit leaning in, and kissing him tasting yourself on his tongue. You pull away, looking into his big brown eyes. “Okay.. I forgive you now.” You say smiling.

[littlebabyyd0ll]

thinking about being felix’s incompetent little girlfriend 😩 tw: bruises and mentions of throwing up. r has long hair.

“‘ve got another bruise.” you mumble heedlessly, barely even thinking about the words that come out of your mouth as you apply lotion (which is probably enough to cover a months rent in a two-bed flat) to your calves. felix, hunched over his textbook with a blue ballpoint pen between his lips, turns swiftly towards you, following the sound of your sweet, airy voice.

he sighs at the pretty image of you, body covered by one of his old t-shirts, practically eating you whole, hair falling over your shoulders and delicately manicured fingers massaging into your supple skin. he’s sure that his eyes go soft, practically heart-shaped, watching you in your own little world. he can see the constellation of bruises that you’ve already accumulated, seemingly from nowhere. pulling the pen from between his lips, he chucks it down onto his desk and rises from his swivel chair.

it’s then that you look up at him, not a thought behind your pretty eyes. his heart flutters at the way your pupils double in size, the way your lips tilt upwards at the mere presence of him. he fills your space without hesitation, so big and full of life, so warm, so handsome. your smile widens as he sits down next to you, the depth of the shift of his mattress. bright brown eyes linger upon your legs, taking in the dark purple discolouration. felix hums, looking back at you.

“does it hurt?” he asks, reaching out towards you. his skin is warm and soft, hands of little manual labour but so much comfort and love.

you know this game, have played it a thousand times. a dramatic sigh falls from your glossed lips, pretty pout settling mere seconds afterwards. “terribly.”

“need to be more careful.” he says lowly, fingertips tracing the anklet with his initials on, a present you received during your 18th birthday in paris. the gold shimmers as he moves, raising your leg with a light yet dominant touch. felix leans down, dark strands of hair falling over his eyebrow piercing, and his lips kiss a trail upwards. he kisses you in a manner so achingly sweet, a way so felix, until he reaches the afflicted area. the kiss that he leaves there is bigger. “my little airhead, hm?”

or when you’re all drunk and sloppy :( he’s just watching you so carefully, so effortlessly your knight in shining armour. felix doesn’t stop you from downing your jägers, doesn’t stop you from sipping his stella, but his hand doesn’t leave your side the whole night, doesn’t let you out of his sight, even when you’re hunched over a group of bushes, chundering your guts up on the walk back to your accommodation.

those loving hands rub soothingly up and down your back, shushing your heaves. “that’s it. good girl, get it all out.” he doesn’t care for the violent smell, or the way that it splashes against his trainers. just cares about helping you, getting you tip-top again. his other hand gathers your hair, holding it up and away from your face.

“she’s so fucked.” arabella, one of your friends from back at your all-girls private school slurs on her words, bumping into felix’s side. he resists the urge to roll his eyes — as if she wasn’t the one shoving shots down your throat. “just give her some fucking water or something. i want to get back.”

“no one’s stopping you.” he says, motioning with his head, pointing to the way back to college towards farleigh, subliminally trying to tell him to take the others and leave the two of you to yourselves. you, of course, miss this interaction, too busy with your tear streaked cheeks and spit coated lips. your little hand reaches back blindly for him, grasping onto his green polo. his hand resumes its gentle strokes.

farleigh groans behind the butt of his cigarette, dragging your friend away and motioning for the rest of your posse to come along.

“felix.” you sob pathetically, feeling far more than sorry for yourself. his poor baby, he thinks, doing so little to take care of yourself. your heaving stops for a moment and you fall to your knees. felix is quick to react, scooping you up from underneath your armpits and pulling you away from the pile of your own sick.

“i’m here, bambi. you’re alright.” he murmurs as you shove your head into his shoulder, undoubtedly staining his top. his hands still never once leave you, even as he gives you time to regulate your breathing and choked cries, pushes your hair back time and time again.

even then, nostrils stinging with the sour smell and shoulder dead from your limp limbs, he can’t help but smile. he smiles at the knowledge that only he gets you like this, all reliant and incompetent, so desperate for him and his, in your eyes, omnipotence.

“‘m never drinking again.”

“that’s not true.”

you whine, pushing your face further into his neck. “it’s not true.”

yeah, he thinks, he’s pretty lucky with his sweet, incompetent girl.

[goldstarkraken]

Little cat is our tamagotchi victim for tonight

[d3adchads]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL FUCKING HUSBAND !!

[bythenarrative]

ykw i too would start killing if i got with everyone in this bitches family BUT the mf i liked

[sorrysomethingwentwrong]

"Saltburn"

[philosophybitmaps]