#fem!marshmello

[5hithappen5]

Original VS Female

(which one was the best? :P)

one of the most mysterious and not so cannons Shipps that can exist in the EDM fandom, without a doubt.

[5hithappen5]

The female version looks great OMG!!! 😭💖

Recent 🐭🍬 sketch log

Didn’t get too much time for doing dj fan art these days…

[suprababka]

Pranking them with song lyrics

Featuring:

• Saitama [Syd Matters – To All of You] • Genos [Rio Romeo – Nothing's New] • Speed-o'-Sound Sonic [Lana Del Rey – Say Yes To Heaven] • Garou [Marshmello & Anne-Marie – Friends] • Metal Bat [TV Girl – Not allowed] • Amai Mask [Arctic Monkeys – I Wanna Be Yours] • Flashy Flash [Milk & Bone – Natalie] • Zombieman [Adele – Hello] • King [Ricky Montgomery – Mr Loverman]

T/W: a bit of suggestive themes and swearing... and a jjk reference (again)!

A/N: Phew, I was afraid that I might pass the limit of 30 images, but I managed not to overdo it :)

Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs and following me! I really appreciate your feedback and support, guys!🥰🫶

You can check my masterlist to see more of my other works.

Prepare for possible OOC!

Also be aware of implied fem!reader!

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)

And, most importantly, enjoy!!!

Saitama & Genos & Speed-o'-Sound Sonic

Garou & Metal Bat & Amai Mask

Flashy Flash & Zombieman & King

[helloiamadrawer]

Class 1A Boys + music they listen to (PART 2)

There's always that ONE person who is like a parent when it comes to his whole class and music making sure it's "school appropriate" and that would be no other than the class rep, Iida.

Has a playlist for literally his life routine lol (study, relaxing, outings, running in the rain in his retro raincoat 😂,etc.). I feel like he would listen to like 90's music, classic rock (his fav artist is Foo Fighters for sure) he doesn't mind playing his stuff every now and then but he's busy most of the time preparing for class. nerd lol.

May sound shocking but he likes SOME rap but it's all old school rap/hip-hop like Biggie, Ice T, Usher, MC Hammer but he only listens to it outside of U.A though because he doesn't want "taint his image of class rep". He tried trying new school rap and..let's say he'll just stay where he is (he almost got hurt BUT that's for another story!)

The only classmate that is so chill with almost every genre of music is Sero. Even songs in different languages and more exotic genres like nudisco, jazzfunk, and french house (which are his favorites, cause it's a rarity he cherishes). He would play japanese funk while he drives down the road JUST for the ✨aesthetic✨ (future au idea). Dua Lipa, Kali Uchis, Doja Cat, Rosalia, JIAFEI just any other artist that sings in another language other than english he'll know. And he sings it so well but has no idea what a lick of it means well except for japanese.

Is not scared of talking about it to any of his classmates and actually persuading them to give it a try or if he plays it on his bluetooth speaker before class starts and then one of his classmates asks him the next day for ex: Tokoyami asks him "Hey Sero, what was that techo like song were you playing yesterday, for some reason it's in my head." and then the tape boi will go through his recently played songs from yesterday (he's a yt music kinda guy tbh). Then basically almost everybody is interested in what he has in store next

In other words he's the one who always brings his speaker to class but is respectful and plays it before class even starts, he's an early bird.

Denki, is the twin of Sero cool with any kind of music but leans more into the weebcore/rap category. He most likely will play weeb music in his dorm room, the usual anime openings and ending theme songs with a dorky smile on his face humming along while reading manga.

Is the aux cord GOD, will never disappoint the Bakusquad with any music he plays in the car he'll play some Marshmello and everyone would get littt🔥🔥🔥 or some nostalgic jpop to sing awfully off tune to to piss off Bakugo ofc.

Fun Fact: The whole Bakusquad got kicked out of his car at least five times singing terribly lmaooooo

(!!I'M WRITING THIS HEADCANON BEFORE THE TRAITOR ERA HE HAD!!)⬇️

💅Voguing king✨ that's the title Yuga Aoyama gives himself when his headphones are filled with the sounds of VOGUE EDITS IM SORRY HE SERVES CUNT ISTG GO LOOK AT HIS HERO COSTUME UGHHHH 😫 he even putson fashion shows with the Class A Girls 🥺🥺 *imagines him voguing to this 1 hour playlist of just phonk/runway music cause I can*

He is also very bold at expressing his love for future funk obsession, his peers don't mind it at all..well, ONE person *cough cough bakugo*. ⬇️

Totally applies his makeup (generally eyeliner cause he has the ✨prettiest✨ eyes, fight me 🤪)to either one of those two categories imo (he gives me when i suddenly want to try runway eyeliner makeup😭 -cries in non fem queen-)

BEST FOR LAST MOTHAFUCKIN' BAKUGO AND KIRISHIMA aka BakuKiri or KiriBaku (shoutout to the shippers for that pair✌️) 💥🤟

Heavy Metal/Death Metal for Bakugo

NEFFEX, Rock and workout tunes for Kirishima

Five Finger Death Punchis literally Boom Boom Boi's fav and Kiri is in the car just vibing and just not minding it at all knowing it's his way of relieving stress from work plus it's manly sounding anyway to him as well so whatever makes him happy ❤️

Psst..come here..*whispers in your ear* Bakugo gets with Tokoyami for secret thrashing sessions sometimes 🤫

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THEY DON'T! THE DARK OVERLORD AND THE ANGRY POMERANIAN THRASHING TOGETHER LMAOO AND THEN KIRI JOINS IN LATER AND THEN THE WHOLE BAKUSQUAD LMAOAOAO

Now Kiri goes to the gym pumping iron to some Neffex is a must for him that's his whole workout niche but anywhere his workout playlist goes who knows?

Has a whole thrash playlist as well go figs

Disco on the treadmill? yes please

Dubstep while throwing around that heavy ass rope? yessir yessir

At the end of the day he's chillin' to some chillstep while laying on his bed after a shower, resting to recharge for the next day

MIneta...yeahhhh dont give him the aux cord..just don't trust him

Imma just say one word that he would blare on someone speaker

Cupcakke

That is all..so hide yo aux cords or don't bring it at all and just stick to the radio

[kilamuri]

my waifu

[puzzlingrubberknife]

I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE ABOUT MARSHA!!! Anyway Epic Games gave no basic facts about her other than the fact she's a Marshmello fan so let me spit out my own canon

Has scars all over her body, mostly from getting beat up/shot at by other people in games

Has a slight golden gleam to her eyes

SHOOTS HER WITH THE FEM LEANING BISEXUAL BEAM

Very sweet and kind soul, but also VERY brave and confrontational. If something's up, she'll say something with no hesitation. And maybe pull out the hammer if she needs to

Isn't afraid of much, other than the constant anxiety of being isekai'd into a game. And fire. The microwave is her worst enemy.

Oh and. And losing me. She's never had a real bond with anyone other than her siblings until she met me

Has chronic insomnia, needs to take meds to sleep. Also forgets to take care of herself often. Skips meals mostly because she doesn't have a choice (isekai'd)

Dancing and drawing are her main hobbies. Also likes cosplaying (obviously) and gaming. She doesn't play PVP games much (haha trauma) but she does like horror games and sandbox games

Random ass voiceclaim. Ragatha.

BEAUTIFUL ASS SINGING VOICE sometimes uses it to help me sleep despite how much she struggles with sleeping herself

ABSOLUTELY LOVES RAVES. Makes kandi bracelets herself and gives them away

A pretty alright chef, but dear god the microwave. DEAR GOD THE MICROWAVE.

if no one's told you today, your f/o is actually pretty cool.

do people not like your f/o? awe, rats, well, I like them. "but the fandom thinks xyz" well buddy boy good news I dont

"yea but my f/o is niche and no one knows about them" good news. reblog this and tell me some cool facts about your f/o. now I'll know about them.

"yea but my f/o is SO niche they have no cool facts" okay then reblog with your favorite headcanons you have for them. and guess what, since your character is super niche and I probably don't know who they are, guess who's gonna consider that canon? this fool.

i think your f/o is neat

[ontheshroom]

In A Different Light

Fratboy!Jack x fem!reader

Smut!!⚠️

This is basically Jack’s alter ego Cody

Requested by: @moody4world

Synopsis: Y/n gets slutted out by her usually quiet and shy friend.

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You shiver at the early morning breeze as you walk to the boys’ frat house.

“It’s too fucking cold for this shit.” You sigh, opening the door.

“Yo, what’s the problem?” You yell throughout the house.

You hear a ruckus from upstairs and follow the noise.

“Why did y’all call me at 6 a-“ Your sentence is cut off by laughter as you see Urban with a bucket stuck on his head.

The three other boys pull on it and grunt trying to free him.

“My nose!” Urban exclaims.

“How did this happen?” You laugh, waving the boys off so you can examine Urban.

“He got drunk and wanted to act like Marshmello,” Cope confesses.

“Y’all are so weird.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“C’mon, Urban let’s go to the kitchen.” You sigh.

Urban stands up and walks out of the bathroom with you. His bucket hits the top of the door with a loud thud. Everyone bursts out in laughter while he groans in pain. You help him down the stairs and walk into the kitchen.

“Okay, help him lean over the sink.” You tell Jack.

He nods at you and helps Urban fit his bucket in the sink.

You grab some oil and slip in between Jack and Urban. You pour the oil into Urban’s bucket, slipping your hands in to help wiggle it off.

With a loud pop, the helmet pops off.

“Whew. Don’t do that shit again.” You scold Urban.

“Yes, ma’am.” He nods, walking away, his whole forehead looking like there’s a giant hickey on it.

You just shake your head and laugh. You notice the top is still off of the oil so you attempt to grab it and place the lid on it, but fail spilling it all over your shirt and the floor as it slips out of your hand.

“Fuck.” You sigh.

Your white shirt exposes your boobs as it becomes transparent and you opted out of wearing a bra.

Jack’s eyes go wide and a blush covers his cheeks as he stares.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” You laugh.

“I-“

“Will you grab me that towel right there?” You ask him, pointing behind you.

He nods and grabs it. He walks toward you, slipping on the oil, causing you to fall on top of him. Your boobs jiggle in his face as you try to regain your balance. He grabs your hips, pausing your movements.

“If you keep moving, I’ll cum in my pants like I’m in middle school.” He says, staring up at you.

Your eyes bulge at his comment. Jack has always been the most innocent of the group. The picture-perfect nerd.

“I’m sorry, what?” You say, surprised.

“If you’re gonna make me cum, I’d rather it be going inside of you.” He says, rearranging the two of you so he’s sitting up but you’re still straddling him.

He grabs the towel and tries to get as much oil off as possible. You get up, careful not to step in any more oil. Jack repeats your actions and you couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He smiles.

This time it was your turn for you to become flustered.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You smile, cheekily.

You reach to grab your phone, but Jack overlaps your hand with his.

“If a picture of my dick is going to be on your phone, it’s going to be with it in you.”

“Wh-“

Jack grabs your arm and leads you to his room carefully, making sure neither of you slips.

He lays you on his bed much to your dismay.

“Jack! Your bed is going to get stained!” You shift around in his bed trying to get up.

“When we’re done it’ll be stained anyways.” He shrugs.

This Jack is nothing like the Jack that you know and are used to.

“Can I take off your shirt?” He asks you.

“Mhm.” You nod.

He takes it off and groans at the sight of your oily tits. The ones he’s imagined for so long.

He palms one with his hand while he sucks on the other, causing your eyes to change.

“Fuck, Jack, I need more.” You moan, arching your back.

“Needy for me?” He asks you.

“Please, Jack.” You beg.

“Anything for you.” He tells you.

“On your hands and knees.” He tells you.

You pull down your leggings and throw them somewhere in his room before getting on your knees and arching for him.

“Fuck.” He sighs.

He pulls down his sweatpants before you feel him rubbing along your folds. You push back, yearning for more. A loud slap sounds through the room as you feel your ass sting.

“You get what I give.” He tells you before thrusting into you.

“Shit.” You moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

His hips repeatedly slap against your ass with every thrust.

“So good, Jack!” You moan.

“Shit, you’re wet.” He groans.

Jack repeatedly hits your sweet spot making your legs feel weak. He pulls you to his chest, squeezing your tits as he fucks into you like it was his last wish.

“I’m gonna cum, Jack!” You moan.

“Cum, baby, s’all right.” He says, squeezing your nipples pushing you over the edge.

You gush all over his dick, causing him to cum in you.

“I told you this bed would be stained.” He smiles cockily.

“Mhm.” You agree tiredly.

You turn around on the bed, your mascara running down your cheeks.

“Let’s get you in the bathroom, then we can shower,” Jack says, helping you up.

“I need a minute.” You breathe out.

“Man, I did all the work, come on.” He laughs.

“Yeah, and I was the one who took them strokes. Talk to me nice.” You glare at him.

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

DADDY ISSUES - Part Seven: Friends

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Now that you're all moved in and set up, what do you have to look forward to in your relationship as Elvis Presley's sugar baby? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: sad reader, angst, guilt/shame as a result of sexual activity, elvis being a bit of a fucktard ngl

Rating: M || Word Count: 3985

A/N: i hope y'all are enjoying still!! i can't tell you how many ideas spurred while writing these chapters. i literally had a web of ideas that i somehow managed to weave all into this little fic lol

Song Rec: friends - anne marie and marshmello

This is Part 7 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

[ masterlist | taglist ]

🦋 mila

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“Am I allowed to date or see other people or is this an exclusive thing?”

Elvis’ eyebrows shoot up when you ask the question and you can tell that he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes drop to the floor and eyebrows furrow as he considers what you’ve asked. After a few moments of tense silence, he clears his throat and glances back up at you with a tight smile.

“Course you can see other people. We ain’t an item or nothin. It’s just a convenient relationship for both of us. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, but doesn’t mean we gotta be lovers neither.”

You nod, offering a small smile. His eyes fall to your finger and he smirks.

“That’s a good girl. Lemme see,” he says, scooting forward and holding out his palm.

You drop your hand into his and he gently runs his fingers over it with the hint of a smile on his face. His calloused fingertips ghost over your knuckle and then onto the ring resting snugly on your finger. You take a deep breath, the feeling of your touch on his palm making you giddy and excited.

“See you doin so good already followin my rules. This ring’ll tell everybody important that you’re with me. Looks good on ya, princess,” he says with a nod. “You like it?”

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Presley,” you say, automatically defaulting to his proper name. You feel like you should treat him respectfully, or maybe you’re addressing him as your boss? You aren’t sure but the urge to be formal is suddenly extremely present in the room. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and definitely not something that I could ever afford on my own. Thank you so much for gifting it to me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, waving dismissively. “It’s payment for our first appointment. This was the arrangement we agreed to and I stick to my promises. There’s more to come, I’m sure.”

Your lips part as you watch his gaze fade from sunny blue eyes to a dark, serious expression. He emphasizes the word come, pausing after he speaks the word. He draws it out, licking his tongue over his lips before finishing the sentence. You desperately hope you’re not reading too much into it, because you do desperately want him to be talking about you.

Everything in your body wants him to touch you and make you feel things you’ve never experienced in your life. The first time you saw him in 1956, you wanted him. Other girls may also want him, but not like you. They don’t want him like you do. The lust he planted then has done nothing but grow since that day. For god’s sake, it possessed you, the most unlikely person in the world, to slide out of your panties and offer them up to a complete stranger who you’d probably never see again. Elvis’ voice jerks you out of your awe.

“Which reminds me, what sorta payments do you want? I don’t wanna get you nothin you dont like.”

“Oh, uh, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Well, I like necklaces and rings. Um, I’m more of a pants girl than dresses but I still like nice dresses and things. Um…”

“Noted,” he replies.

Silence settles as his eyes trace over your figure. You’re becoming more comfortable with him doing that, since he does it pretty constantly. The little problem of your debts and bills rises to the forefront of your mind and you consider adding to the list since that’s what you really need to be paid off, but before you can say anything else, he curls his finger and motions for you to come over to him.

Your core starts to swell with excitement and you actively fight the smile that wants to cross your face. You take a few steps closer to him and sit down on his lap, just as you had the other day. You already feel a bit more comfortable this time as you rest your hands on his chest and his hands gently cup your thighs. You stay still, waiting for instructions which he promptly provides.

“Tilt your head up for me,” he says and you gulp before obeying, lengthening your chin out so that he can see your neck better.

His fingers gently rise up toward your skin, ghosting across your throat and the sensitive skin underneath your jawline. Your eyes flutter and threaten to close but you force them to remain open. He just gently closes his fingers around your throat, not all the way but enough that your breath audibly shudders. You gulp your nerves down as your pussy begins to throb with desire for him. Just as you’ve resolved to lean down and kiss him, he pulls his fingers away.

“You got a pretty neck, princess. Perfect for my hand. I think a necklace would work nicely for you.”

You hover in the space between you, resisting the strongest urge to smash your lips against his. Your entire body is slowly aching for him, but is it okay for you to make a move? Despite his loveliness in answering your questions, you’re still confused as to how all of this works. Plus, now that you’re relying totally and completely on Elvis to sustain you financially, you’re terrified of making a mistake that’s unfixable. Just as your head begins to bob forward with a burst of confidence, your nerves get the better of you and you just hover anxiously. You clear your throat and Elvis continues the conversation.

“Is jewelry what you like best? Or dresses or what?”

“Um, I guess I’ve never really thought about it, honestly. I…don’t have much of a preference,” you reply with a lackluster shrug. “I could use some new clothes. But, of course the jewelry is also very nice. Um…sorry, I just feel very awkward saying these things.”

You laugh nervously but he shakes his head.

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” you suddenly laugh as you realize what it feels like and that image begins to surface in your mind, “honestly, it feels a bit like sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him what I want for Christmas. I’m just not very used to asking for things, like material things.”

“But that’s how you get what you want. Y'ask for it.”

“I guess so, yeah. But that’s usually not how it works for normal people, and it’s certainly never worked out that way for me. I hardly ever get what I ask or pray for. God has favorites and I really don’t think I’m one of them,” you reply with a weak chuckle. “Besides, I’m just not the kind of person who places a lot of value on material objects or gifts or anything. I don’t need all that many things, to be honest. Just the basics, although these are very tempting and it feels good to own them. They’re not really necessary in the grand scheme of things, you know what I mean?”

“But that’s what I’m here for. I ain’t got no issue giving you whatever you want. All you gotta do is ask, princess, and it’s yours.”

“I’m not used to that. People like me don’t just get the things we ask for. We have to work for them.”

“Not anymore, doll,” he smiles, leaning forward to whisper against your cheek. “Ask and it’s yours.”

You smile in awe as Elvis pulls back.

“Stand up, over there,” he gestures toward the middle of the room. You nod and carefully remove yourself from his lap to stand on the mark he’s given you. Once there, you await his directions. “Take the dress off. Just the top. I wanna see you better.”

You nod and turn away from him to spice things up. You shakily lift the strap of your dress up and off of your shoulder, glancing over your skin at Elvis who watches you hungrily. You let the strap fall, exposing the skin of your shoulder to him. The slow speed with which you’re stripping is putting both you and him through an uncomfortable tenseness that only grows when you drop the other strap down. The dress, being held up mostly by the straps, elegantly falls off your chest and pools around your waist where it’s cinched in a little tighter. You reach up for the strap to your bra, but Elvis stops you.

“No. There’s good enough,” he says. “Turn around.”

You obey him, spinning around so he can get a good look at your entire body. He rubs his slender fingers over his lips, tugging them out lazily. You stand still like a statue before him until he gestures for you to come closer.

“Come here. Right here. All the way this time.”

He points to the space between his legs, a spot that has become rather familiar to you already. You can’t help the smile that spreads onto your cheeks as you step toward him.

He leans forward, his fingers taking hold of your waist. They gingerly trail up the bare skin of your waist, so lightly that you feel goosebumps spreading across your skin. He traces his fingers around to your front, ghosting over your breasts underneath the bra. He curls his fingers around your chest and squeezes firmly. You release a contented breath and close your eyes at the sensation, what little of it there even is. It’s more than you’ve gotten from him so far. He squeezes a few more times, saying nothing, before he releases your breasts.

You instinctively follow his grasp as it retreats. Your eyes fly open in disappointment and he slides further down into the red velvet chair. He tugs gently on the zipper to his jumpsuit while staring intensely into your eyes.

“You know what to do, darlin."

Unfortunately, you do know what to do, although you’d love to do something else right now. It might only be the second time you’ve sucked him off, you hope this time will be different. You hope this time you’ll get to share in the receiving end. Glancing up into his bright blue eyes, you have an idea. You lean over him, trying to push your breasts near his face in the hopes that you’ll tempt him enough to put some effort into pleasing you. You pause for a few seconds, waiting for him to grasp your chest.

When he doesn't respond, you reach down to grasp the zipper. His hand snakes onto yours, gripping your fingers away from his suit. You glance up at him in confusion

"I liked what you did the other night with your teeth," he says, his eyes falling down to your lips. "Do it like that again."

You gently maneuver yourself onto the floor on your knees and catch the zipper between your teeth. This time, you unzip the jumpsuit slowly, maintaining eye contact with Elvis all the way down. You spread the leather of his jumpsuit aside so you can access him. His white boxer briefs are familiar to you now. You glance sneakily up at the clock in the corner of the room to see that you only have about five minutes until show time.

As much as you appreciate his trying to get to know you better, you’re desperate for some physical attention. You’ve been responsible for taking care of yourself for the last five years or so and, quite frankly, you’re just tired of it. Having a man touch you for once is a need that’s rekindled every time he dares to touch you.

But with only five minutes left, you waste no time, yanking his underwear off and wrapping your fingers around his length. You immediately start to pump him, licking the tip of his dick with your tongue. He releases a satisfied sigh and leans back into the chair. You glance up to see his head tilted toward the ceiling with his eyes completely closed. You feel pleased with yourself but frustrated at his passivity. You yank him into your mouth and harshly bob your head up and down on top of him.

He groans and moans in approval. Your eyes flash wide when his hand sneaks down your chest to massage your breasts through your bra. You hum against his length as he pinches your nipple between his fingers. You shift closer to him, hoping he'll touch you harder. While the sensation is very welcome, you need so much more.

As your head bobs up, your eyes flick up toward him again to see that he hasn’t moved, other than his hips which are beginning to buck up into your mouth as he matches your pace. You squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. You continue to bob up and down on his dick as you fight back the emotion that’s flooding into your chest painfully.

You feel him start to twitch in your mouth and pump your hand harder on his length. A few seconds later, his hips are bucking into your lips and his hot cum is slipping down your throat. You gulp it down begrudgingly, the taste almost sour on your tongue. Your body shudders with the displeasure of the action and the taste but mostly with how it made you feel at the moment.

You drop your head immediately, focusing on the floor below you as Elvis reassembles himself to go back out for the show which starts in just a few minutes. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, wanting to transport yourself completely from this situation into a different time and place, somewhere you’re safe and alone. On his way out, Elvis places his hand on your head and gives your hair a little muss. His fingers slip down to your chin, lifting your gaze to his. You reluctantly open your eyes and he smirks down at you slightly.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs before making his way toward the door.

You keep yourself upright until you hear the door shut behind him. As soon as the lock clicks, you feel your face screwing up. You keel over onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking with the emotion that is coursing through your body. You curl onto your knees and sit back on them, resting your forehead on the scratchy carpet below you. Tears start to pool by your eyes and you don’t stop them as the warm liquid falls from your eyes to stain the carpet below you. You curl your arms around your shoulders as your body shakes and you cry.

He had his chance to pleasure you and he didn’t take the hints, which you thought were very obviously being given to him. Now, it’s too late. You feel worthless, disgusting, dirty. You understand that you wholeheartedly gave yourself up to Elvis when you agreed to become his sugar baby but you assumed the arrangement would be mutual.

You should be stronger than this; this shouldn’t bother you so much. You are the one who agreed to this, who decided to accept the proposal. You’re just reaping the consequences of your actions, the ones Steve warned you about. But for some unplaceable reason, it hurts. A lot.

On the other hand, while you realize how silly and dramatic it is to be upset when you’ve just begun, the emotions that are running through your veins are so strong. And considering that you’ve relocated your entire life over the last week, it’s probably understandable that you’re feeling so overwhelmed.

After a few more tears sneak out, you sniffle and wipe your runny nose on your arm, not caring about the stickiness spreading onto your skin. You don’t have anyone to look pretty for anymore. And the one person you did choose to look nice for doesn’t seem to have any interest in you other than using you as a personal fleshlight. As moments of anger and embarrassment pulse through your veins, you pull yourself together with a few deep breaths.

You weren’t really in the mood for giving him a blowjob even when you got dressed to come downstairs tonight. But he asks and you provide. As he said earlier, ‘all you gotta do is ask and it’s yours’. As you dry your tears, that phrase starts to circle in your brain. Ask and it’s yours… If that’s what he wants. That’s what he’ll get. Why can’t you take the reins a little? You’re half of the deal, after all.

You stand, fix your hair and your dress, wipe off your tears and snot and grab your purse. You exit the dressing room with the confidence of someone who simply doesn’t have the will to care anymore.

As you trudge out of the dressing room, not bothering to pause before the door to listen for anyone passing, you keep your eyes glued to the floor beneath you. You shrug your bag over your shoulder and pull the bottom of your dress down harshly, trying to get the stubborn fabric to stay put. When your body slams into another, you momentarily lose your footing and feel yourself careening toward the floor. Luckily, whoever you bumped into manages to catch you at the last moment. With a panting breath, you glance up to see one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your life. He helps you to your feet as you feel heat creeping into your face.

“Uh…thanks,” you say nervously. “I’m so sorry about that.”

He chuckles, leaning down to pick up your purse, which you hadn’t even realized you’d dropped during the collision. Your eyes widen as you notice the black lingerie poking out from inside the bag. You wonder if he notices, although he doesn’t mention or allude to it at all when he carefully hands the bag back to you. You snatch it quickly from his hands, sneakily reaching your hand in to push the lingerie back into its hidden place.

“It’s no big deal. It’s my fault for being so clumsy,” he says, flashing a crooked smile at you.

As his straight white teeth sparkle in the light of the hallway, you can’t help but grin back at him. A few moments of silence pass before one of you gets the courage to say something else.

“So…do you work here?” he asks, gesturing to your outfit.

“Oh, uh, sorta. I’m part of Mr. Presley’s…” your eyes wander quickly around your environment, desperately searching for an excuse that doesn’t involve your chest and face being covered in Elvis' cum. You suddenly see someone pass carrying a case of makeup and your face brightens. “...makeup crew. I’m one of his makeup consultants.”

“You do his makeup?”

“Well, I just sort of check it to make sure it’s up to standard, you know. The eyeliner and such,” you pull out as much knowledge of makeup as you can possibly access in your brain as your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit what you really do here, but you still feel too ashamed to fess up to it. You know there’s no way that this stranger is actually buying the idea that you’re a makeup artist for Elvis, considering what you’re wearing and the fact that your own makeup is probably smudged hideously from the crying and snotting all over.

“Cool. I’m one of the stagehands, so I carry some of the props onstage and help with the curtains and all that.”

“Oh, that’s super cool!” you say, folding your arms over your chest. “How did you get into that?”

“My mom was a singer back in the day, so I’ve always been around sets. How did you get into…what you do?”

“Oh, it’s just a job for money. There’s nothing that special about it, honestly.”

“Working that closely to Elvis Presley isn’t special?”

“He’s not as amazing as you’d think, actually,” you reply with a curt smile as you reflect on all the disappointments you’ve already experienced since becoming his sugar baby. “But it pays the bills.”

“I can understand that,” he says, staring down into your eyes.

You’ve been truthful with him, besides admitting what you do. Although you can’t explain why, you want this man to think highly of you. Elvis did say that you could date other people, so why shouldn’t you take a stab at this one. He’s handsome with curly brown locks, deep brown doe eyes, and a nicely shaped face. He’s very tall and decently built; you guess he has to be pretty strong to be able to toss set pieces around.

You abruptly stick your hand out for him to shake. His eyebrows raise but he takes your hand in his, giving it two solid pumps. You wiggle your fingers, assuming he’s going to release your hand but he holds onto it for a few seconds longer than you’re expecting. You smile sweetly as he releases your fingers slowly. You drag them across his palm and resist the urge to shudder with excitement.

It’s been upwards of five years since you last had a serious boyfriend, so the thought of maybe finding someone after all this time is extremely appealing. Not to mention that you’re desperate for some physical pleasure. With all of this teasing and leading-up to nothing, you’re starting to get fed up and very tired of the constant lack of tension relief.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“I’m-”

“Max!” someone shouts from a different spot in the backstage area. “Stop flirting and get your ass over here to help with the curtains!”

Your eyes shift toward a man yelling orders who you assume is in charge of the stagehands and the backstage activities. Max glances back at you with a shrug.

“Duty calls. Will I…see you here tomorrow?”

“Uh…no, probably not. I don’t think I work tomorrow and I have another job that I have to take care of on the side,” you lie, not too excited about the idea of coming down here more than necessary.

“Oh, damn. Well, what days do you work?”

“It’s sort of unpredictable, to be honest,” you can feel your palms growing sweaty with his constant questioning.

“Alright. Cryptic but alright,” he laughs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. You bite your lip as you watch his biceps flex. If you were wondering, your question has now been answered. He’s strong strong. “Guess I’ll just have to hang out around here every day until I see you again.”

“Oh…” you drop your gaze, embarrassed and flattered by his charming flirting. “Well in that case, maybe I can make an exception for you. Here.”

You snatch a pen from the table next to you and scribble the number to your hotel room on his palm.

“You can reach me here. If you ever want to hang out or need help or, well, whatever,” you offer.

“And what if I need something tonight? I can call you then?”

You chuckle and bite your lip at his goofy smile.

“You can call whenever. And I’ll decide if I want to pick up or not.”

“Max Carver!” the stage manager shouts and Max jumps.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Max. I’ll hope to see you again some time.”

“If I have anything to say about it, you will," he replies with a wink and a handsome grin.

You turn and start on your way out of the backstage area as you hear the stage manager shouting instructions to Max. You smile to yourself, just a little bit smitten with him.

As you pass the trash can on the way out, you click open your purse and pull the black lingerie out. You drop it into the can and get on your way back upstairs without giving the piece of clothing a second thought.

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[musicfeedsmysoul12]

X27 - Fem!Tsuna - Singing Song That Match Them AU

No one expected the first thing out of Tsuna's mouth when she saw Xanxus to be a song. But there it was, coming from her to ring in the air.

"I've cheated and I've lied I've broke down and I've cried I've got nothing to hide no more," she sang softly. No one expected a song to come from Xanxus either.

"Hey girl, open the walls Play with your dolls We'll be a perfect family," the two stared at each other as they sang, unable to stop.

The watchers knew what it meant. The two were soulmates. For Iemtisu, he felt rage that his daughter was the soulmate of Xanxus. It ruined all of his plans to arrange for Basil to be the girl's husband. He had control over both then.

For Reborn he was realizing he might have a singular failure on his record. Tsuna would without a doubt shove off being a mafia boss on Xanxus who wanted it.

The Varia was in shock, while Tsuna's Guardians muttered if they should do anything about this.

All they could do then though was watch.

Songs:

Kane Brown and Marshmello: One Thing Right (also a DabiDeku song to me)

Melanie Martinez: Dollhouse

[izur-x]

Marshmallow hell for Komaeda?

Marshmello hell

Pairing ~ nagito/fem!reader

Genre + warning ~ ns//fw? Also there's a fluff in here, honkers (aka boobs) :flooshhed:, groping, ooc?

Summary ~ secret.

Note ~ horny anon... Also this is short, sorry horny anon!

❛h-huh? You want to do— WHAT- u-umh...❜

Tommorow is sunday. Which is you can be lazy, laying down in bed all day, doing absolutely nothing.

As you want to sleep, there's someone messages you, and that person is nagito! Your boyfriend. You quickly respond to his messages. Turn out, he wants to sleepover in your house.

You pretty excited to this, so you said yes, you got out of your room and go to the living room, waiting for him to arrived.

A few minutes of waiting, he finally arrived, you ran to the door and open it, and you see nagito with his classic green jacket. You give him a big hug.

"thank you for having me inside!" "Oh please, we're been together for,,,,7 months! You don't have to be formal around me anymore!" He smiled and pull you closer and planting kisses everywhere, you giggles every single kisses you receive from him.

"did you already had dinner, nagito?" "Hm? Oh yeah i already had dinner, don't worry." Your both smiled at each other, "well, I'm going to lock the door, you can go upstairs." He nodded and go to your room.

"alright, it already locked, and now let's go back to bedroom." You go upstairs, open your room door and goes inside.

"hey nagito, I'm do—woah!" Nagito hug you from behind, "hehe...sorry if that's scares you." You pouted and playfully smack his arms, your both laughing togetdah.

You realise that...

Nagito's right hand was grabbing your breasts. you froze in place, your mind became hazy because of your face was hot.

"n-nagito?" "Yes love?" "Your hand..." "What about it?" He's acting like he doesn't know it, he grip it even tighter. You were struggling too breath "s-stop..." He laugh, and let go of your breasts.

"sorry.. i deserve a slap because i don't have your consent—" you shut up him with kissing, you let go of him, your both were panting. "It's f-fine, huft, i was overreacting. Don't worry."

Without any word, he pushed you back into bed and burried his face into your breasts, you were still panting, you took a deep breath and it back to normal.

You look down at nagito, burried himself between your boobs, he let out soft sigh, you can't hear it, but you can feel it, you decided to play with his hair's until he fall asleep.

He was too comfortable, he slowly fell asleep, after he did, you hear his soft snores. Which is good, you move him besides you and keep his head burried into your breasts.

tw// swearing

Side note ~ you horny ass bitch, hope you like this!

Also i didn't mean to seriously to swear at you, i mean it as a joke, please don't take it too serious—

[frekydeki]

Could I please request a maybe angst but happy ending song fic for Katsuki x fem! reader? Im really obsessed with Be Kind by Halsey & Marshmallow and the lyrics remind me of bakugou!

A/N | Im so sorry this took me so long to respond to... I think i fell off the face of the earth for the longest time, and am reconnecting with myself. I hope you like this, even if it’s like ten million months after you first sent the request... I’m really sorry, again. :( But thank you for sending me this, makes me feel happy and all fuzzy inside.

Pairing | Bakugo X Reader

Summary/Prompt | Be Kind by Halsey/Marshmello

Masterlist

You have a jar for Katsuki Bakugo.

When you first started dating, it was overflowing; the lid wouldn’t fit. You were so happy to fill that jar up, never paying attention to the label on the front. What did it matter what the jar was for? You were so smitten with him, so willing to embrace every part of Katsuki, no matter what. You thought, the first time you took a handful from that jar to use in the hole he made, that the jar was endless, so using a little bit wouldn’t hurt.

You were naive.

“You’re not waiting for Bakugo today?” Your friend is startled by your appearance next to her in the hallway of the locker room… The sight of you must be dreadful, severe, downright pitiful, since your friend draws away and whispers to F/n at her side, “They must’ve fought again…” You push your severe and distant eyes up to their own.

“Why would I wait for that bastard?” Rage is boiling deep in your e/c iris’, and it very clearly set your friends on edge as they instantly begin to try and diffuse you. Their hands hesitantly hover in front of them, eyes shut, and eyebrows going slack as they stutter half-hearted laughs at you.

“So true!” One laughs.

“What a bastard!” Another confirms.

“Let’s go to class.” You begin to stomp down the hall, trying desperately to ignore the curious whispers of your friends behind you. They’re trying to piece together what the fight was about this time. Before long you know the others in the hall will start to whisper with them. You and Bakugo have a relationship that is always the attention of every other student at school. It’s like a k-drama in real life for them; constant fighting, constant apologizing, constant drama. You can’t blame them, Bakugo doesn’t really have a care for privacy in relationships, so he makes a show of everything. He has no problem letting the entire school know why he’s mad at you that time, he yells so damn loud. Even if you wanted to keep things between the two of you, it’d be impossible since he always wants to pick the fights in the middle of crowded hallways.

You just hope that today will be different… Because your jar is empty.

“Do you…” Your friends weak voice butts into your heated thoughts, “Want to talk about it?”

“Why? It’s no different than any other time. Same old same old.” You growl to them with your hands tightening over the straps of your bag; these things used to break your heart at the beginning, but now you’re just angry… Tired, standing with an empty jar… You don’t have any more excuses for Bakugo. You can’t keep coming up with reasons, or keep filling in the holes that he leaves in you when he keeps ignoring you. “Another no show. Another ghosting. I really just shouldn’t be surprised anymore, should I?” You scoff to the over your shoulder.

“Gosh, didn’t he just do this to you last week?” You stop, your head falling and hair tumbling in front of your eyes. Yeah… He did. He’s barely even spoken to your for the last week. Always sending half assed responses, barely engaging you at school, never listening to you while you’re trying so damn hard to be someone he can fall in love with.

“Yeah. I can’t believe he’s been getting away with it for so long.” Your friends rage behind you, talking about how they’d handle it, how they’d tell him what for… A bitter smile pushes onto your lips; you’d do the same, if you could get a damn word in.

“Why do you even stay with him?” Your shoulders slouch. A harsh smack sounds, and the hissing whispers of your friends reach your ear. “What?” One whines.

“Stop! Look at her! Now is not the time, stupid!”

“What? Someone’s gotta ask!”

“Listen, Y/n… Let’s just forget about him for today? We can go out this weekend? Watch a movie and get dinner? Just us?” You sigh heavily. Why do you stay with him? Part of you feels like you could dump him and smile while doing it. You’re at your wits end. What’s the point of dating someone like him? Why are you even with him? You can’t really remember the innocence of when you first got together, the happiness and contentment you felt just being in the same room as him. One of your favorite thoughts to have in moments like these is that he needs you. Needs you to stay with him as his rock, to remain there for when he finally decides he’s ready to open up to you about what is bothering him. That thought alone warms up your chest, made you forgive him every time. But at this point, you don’t think it’s enough anymore.

“Uh oh… Rager alert, six o clock.” Your hands tighten on your bookbag straps. “Let’s get to class before he gets here.” “Jeeze, he looks a lot angrier than normal. Is it that big a deal that you didn’t wait for him this morning?” You listen to them snort as their hands start to push you down the hall, “What is Y/n, a doormat for him?”

“Y/n.” His voice is like gravel. Hard, rough, angry. Your chest tightens as you draw your eyes up to meet the curious gazes of everyone in the hallway. They’re already waiting to see what sort of show Katsuki will put on this morning.

“Bakugo, Y/n isn’t feeling great this morning, maybe wait until later-“

“Shut up. What are you, her mom?” Eyes fluttering shut, you clench your eyes and your fists, before letting out a heavy sigh. “Oi, Y/n-“ “I heard you.” You snap to him from over your shoulder. “I’ll meet you guys in class.” You say to your friends, shooing them through the door, though you know they’re just going to linger in the crowd, watching you. Turning to Bakugo, you push your eyes to his and examine the fiery look in his red eyes. The bags under his eyes tell you he hasn’t been sleeping too well lately, and you’d almost feel sympathy for him, if you had anything left in your jar, that is. An irritated smirk pushes onto his lips after he clenches his jaw, and he just his chin out toward you.

“What’s got you all mixed up now?” He sounds like he’s interrogating a terrorist.

“Mixed up? I wouldn’t call it that. I’m not really even surprised anymore.” You shrug and look to your feet as you tap the tip of your shoe to the tile under your feet. “Why didn’t you show last night?”

“Did I disappoint you?” His tone was so condescending, so accusatory. You slowly turn to meet his eye, steeling your own. His cheeks are red, eyebrows pinched, lips pulled down into a heavy frown, eyes the slightest bit red... “You said yourself that you’re not surprised anymore, why are you still upset about it?” You press your lips together, forming a thin line over your face.

“For some reason I thought you’d show.”

“Well, I didn’t.” His eyes are boiling over with rage; how can he be this angry this early in the morning? What the hell is he even mad about this early in the morning? You feel almost apathetic as you stare at his seething expression, waiting for his next jab. “Did I let ya down? Ya real heartbroken that I’m not the man you thought I was?” Your brows furrow; what the hell is he talking about?

“I don’t understan-“

“But I thought you understood me so well! I thought you had me all figured out!” He takes a step toward you. A heavy breath falls from you as you turn away from him.

“Save it.” You start off towards your class. The crowd that’s formed around the two of you hums in disappointment. Usually you’d start crying, you’d yell back, pitifully beg for him to tell you what the hell is wrong, or he’d storm off after delivering some one liner that took you down for the count; something worth watching.

“Ya don’t want to talk about it this time?” He starts following you down the hall, hands stuffed into his pockets, the sea of people easily parting for him while you have to shove your way through. “What happened to being Miss perfect? Where’s the girl who’s got all the answers?”

You stop in the doorway of your classroom, desperately trying to quell the rage burning in your chest, threatening to come out as a scream. You turn over your shoulder, offering Bakugo the coldest look to cross your eyes.

“Go to class, Bakugo. We’re done here.”

...

"I can't believe you said that!" Your friends have been gushing over your cold treatment of your boyfriend every second that they've been able to. "'Go to class, Bakugo.'" Her imitation of you was sorry, like a terribly acted protagonist of a low budget terminator movie. "Gosh, I can't sound bad ass like you."

"You were so cool!"

"So tsundere." Laughter chimes around you. You, however, really don't feel like laughing with everyone. Your mind has been tearing apart his words since class started. He was so frustrated with you... He seemed tired of you. It doesn't make any sense. He walked up to you, ready to fight. A ghost of a smile flashes onto your face...

You really don't understand Bakugo Katsuki one bit.

"On a real note, what was he talking about this morning?"

"I don't know."

"Did you do anything to make him mad in the first twenty minutes of school?"

"I don't know." You say again. You place your tray down lightly at their table.

"Not going to try and get him to take lunch with you?" They all share intense glances, passing along a message you caught onto well enough; this time, you're serious. "Hey... Forget about him. You've got bigger things going on... This time, let him come to you." That's the thing... If you let him come to you, he never would.

"That'll never happen." You mumble as you poke at your lunch.

"Do you think he's mad that you got him that bracelet for his birthday?"

"I don't know... I don't think so."

"Maybe it's because you distracted him during his training the other day?"

"I really don't know guys… Let’s just not talk about it, okay?"

"Maybe you should break up with him?" You stop... You feel that familiar burn biting at your reddening eyes. The clanking of your fork hitting your tray stops everyone at the table. "Or not, that’s fine t-" Standing quickly, you gather your tray with reddening cheeks.

"I'm gonna go. I'll see you in class."

"(Y/n)-"

"Really guys, please... Just leave me alone..." You stop and meet their eyes, "Please." Out in the shade of a tree is where you take a seat to collect yourself. Away from the eyes of everyone there trying to figure out what’s going to happen like your relationship is some young adult novel. God it makes you so mad that no one can mind their business. And it makes you so mad that Bakugo has to yell at you like that in front of everyone. Why the hell does he treat someone he’s supposed to love like this?

Breaking up with Katsuki would shatter you; your feelings towards him are close enough to hate, but you know well that you care so much about him for some stupid reason. You wish he’d just accept that you care about him, that you just want to be there for him, that he’d stop treating you like a villain… You wish he would just be kind to you.

But maybe, you think, it would be better than hurting like this so often. Since you've started dating, your relationship has been fighting, accusing, and begging him to open up. Hell, is that even a relationship?

Maybe you expected too much... Got yourself too deep too quickly. Maybe it really is best you break up.

"Would ya stop causing a scene like that?" You tense at his voice. Jesus why is it so hard to catch a break in this damn school? You don't respond, and instead look away, heaving out a heavy sigh while trying to hide the tears burning in your eyes. He leans up against the tree behind you. Silence passes between you.

“We need to break up." You blurt before you can think about it. You hear his breath hitch.

"What?" His voice is breathy, startled. Your mouth opens and closes quickly.

"I think we need to break up."

"I know what ya fuckin said, but why?"

"Because it's always a fight. We can't just talk, you're always so ready to fight with every single thing you say to me."

"So it's my fucking fault huh?" He springs off the tree. "What about you? You're always so disappointed that I am who I am." A bitter smile washes over your lips.

"Is that how you felt?" So that’s how he interpreted your feelings. You press the palm of your hand to your eye. That’s the type of person he sees you as, then. It makes sense that he’d be upset at you, that he wouldn’t want to be around you since that’s how he thinks you’ve been feeling. “I’m sorry that’s how I made you feel.” You quietly say as you keep your gaze far away from him.

“God, you’re holier than thou aren’t you, Y/n?” His voice is raising again, and you can hear him walk away a few steps. “Why are you always like this?”

“Like what, Bakugo? Please be fucking specific!” You snap, your voice mellow with tears.

“You’re so damn mellow. You never say how you feel, you always accept, it feels like I’m dating a fucking bottle of water.” You can’t help the scoff that comes from you. What the hell does that mean?

“That doesn’t make any sense.” You quietly respond.

“Get a fucking spine, Y/n, that’s what I’m fucking saying!” He yells. You turn your eyes to him and clench your jaw.

“Then stop fucking scaring me!” You snap back. He draws back, the passion that colored his cheeks fading to a pale shock. “It scares me when you yell like this Bakugo. You’re always looking for a fight. I never know when you’re going to get mad, when I’m going to make you mad, when you’re going to degrade me in front of the entire fucking school! How the fuck do you expect me to tell you how I really feel when you never let me talk, when I feel like I’m less than shit to you?”

“Y/n-“

“You knew damn well that I adored you with every single piece of me and you fucking used it against me, you abused the feelings that I had for you!” “Bullshit! You adore the man that you thought you could make me! The boyfriend that you wanted to turn me into, the one that you thought you could fix and show the rest of the world your prized boyfriend!”

“Oh my god, no I don’t! I just want you to talk to me!” You scream. Bakugo clenches his jaw and steels his reddened eyes at you. The tears in his eyes don’t really surprise you; he’s a passionate guy, crying out of anger and frustration isn’t underheard of with him. Turning away from him again your lips quiver as a sob shutters from you. “I just wanted to be there for you. I just wanted to hear and be able to understand you.” Your sking reddens under your hands as you harshly rub away the tears tumbling across your cheeks. “I wanted to be your girlfriend, Bakugo. Be the special someone that you would confide in… Someone you could be kind to.” Silence buzzes between the two of you, the air feeling like there’s a dull charge, ready to explode at any second.

“So let’s just break up Bakugo. I’m tired of feeling like this.” You shake your head. “We both aren’t happy-“

“No.” He bluntly says. Your brows furrow together, and eyes flick to his, wide in shock. His breaths are heavy as he stands, staring at you with his mouth pulled down into a frown severely. “We’re not…” He bites down on his bottom lip and pushes his hand to rub his eyes harshly. “We’re not fucking breaking up, okay, Y/n?”

“Why the hell not? Am I just going to be stuck in this toxic relationship until you decide you’re tired of yelling at me?”

“No!” He lets out a aggravated growl. “I just… Look, I’m not unhappy being with you, you just seem so disappointed all the time… Do you know how frustratin that is? The girl that you like seeming so disappointed in who you are as a person?” His voice isn’t raised. You shake your head. “It hu…” He stops short and lets out a breath. “It doesn’t feel good.” He walks and sits down next to you, his back to you. “Let’s just stay together, Y/n.”

“Why?”

“Cause I really fucking li-“ You listen to his frustrated yell deflate, his head hanging. You wait a little bit for him to finish.

“Why, Bakugo?” You want to hear him say it. You’re not going to let him off this time. Your jar is still empty.

“You know damn well why!”

“No, I don’t. I’m not going to keep filling in the blanks for you.” He turns his red eyes over to you, his cheeks hot with a blush consuming more and more of his face. His lips quiver with frustration at you, but you keep your watery gaze steady on him, letting him know that you’re not going to budge from your spot.

“Because I like you, okay!” He snaps. “Because I want to be with you, and I want you to stay with me.” The turmoil in your chest almost completely dissipates. A soft smile pushes to your shaking lips.

“Surprisingly enough, I still like you too.” His face pinches at your response.

“The hell? Surprisingly enough? The hell does that mean?”

“You’re a jerk, Bakugo! You’ve been a big jerk to me! You’ve blown me off for the past week!”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” He turns back away from you, removing his hand from his pocket and shoving it into your own, “You punk.” He mumbles.

“Promise me you’ll be nice to me.”

“Well I’m a jerk, so, it might be a little hard.” He pouts. You roll your eyes, shaking his hand gently.

I’m being serious Bakugo. No repeats of this time.”

“Only if you call me Katsuki again, you’re pissing me off.”

“And you can’t stand me up anymore!”

“Yeah, yeah. Obviously.”

“And no more yelling.”

“You’re getting a little demanding don’t you think?”

“Bakugo…” You warn with a low voice. He smacks his lips and growls.

“Okay! I’ll do better this time. But you have to start using your damn voice. I never know where the hell you are you’re so quiet.” He quickly breathes in a grumbly tone. You nod.

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

[mrs-theirin]

Happier by Marshmello & Bastille? Any Dragon Age ship that inspires you? And do you mind if I ask - I'm newer on here - what kinds of ships do you write? Just girl x guy? Or do you do girl x girl and guy x guy, too? Sorry if this is a weird question.

Hey, thanks for another ask! To answer your question, I’ll write anything! My canon DA ships are Fem!Cousland/Alistair, Eden Hawke/Varric, Elias Hawke/Fenris, Fem!Lavellan/Josephine, and Iron Bull/Dorian, but I’m likely to write anything else if you had a request! No worries about asking, you’re all good!

pairing: Eden Hawke x Fenris

Happier - Marshmello ft Bastille

“Fenris, we can’t keep doing this. We argue and we never get anywhere.”

“If you would just listen-”

“I am listening! You’re not listening. This isn’t going to work. You and I just can’t happen.”

“You know what they did to me. You can’t expect me to let that go.”

Eden sighed. “I know, Fenris, believe me, I know. But you can’t expect this to go on.”

“You’re the one who decided to go through with this. I would’ve never thought about romancing a mage before.”

“This is the problem, Fenris! You don’t see me for who I am, you just see a mage. And you deserve better than a mage, as fucked up as that is.”

“A mage-”

“I know what he did to you! But I’m not Danarius. Anders is not Danarius.”

Fenris snarled at Anders’s name. “Anders taunts me.”

“He does, but are you saying you don’t do the same?”

“Surely you must see the danger in Anders having a demon inside of him?”

Eden threw her hands up, sighing. “We’re not talking about Anders, Fenris. We’re talking about us. You’re not happy with me, and I’m not happy with you. I want you to be happy. I owe that much to you.”

Fenris paused, taking a deep breath. “I never intended to hurt you, Hawke.”

“Nor I you. But we truly can’t keep doing this. It’s great material for Varric’s book, but it’s a little draining,” she joked.

Fenris let out a small chuckle. “Thank you, Hawke.”

“You’re quite welcome. Now go talk to Elias, he’s waiting outside the door.”

“Wha-” came Elias’s voice. “No I’m not!”

“Goodnight Fenris.”

“Goodnight Hawke. I wish you well.”

[dangandidlyronpaimgines]

Hi! Can I have head canons for Kokichi Ouma cuddling with a fem S/O that is taller than him? Thank you!

We all know that Ouma loves cuddles, the fact that you were taller than him didn’t matter

He loves wrapping his arms around your waist while his face is buried in your chest

(Big boobs, small boobs it doesn’t matter all boobs are soft and make great pillows)

Hell he’ll even surprise you with hugs in public, not caring if anyone else can see

He also loves to simply place his head in your lap and have you play with his hair

(He has fallen asleep a couple of times because of that)

Since you’re taller you tend to be the big spoon while spooning

And honestly he doesn’t mind much

(Then again there are times where he wants to be the big spoon)

You’re just so warm and soft and he loves you so much and never wants to let you go

Honestly Ouma is a cuddle monster and will gladly cuddle whenever possible

(It doesn’t matter here the hell you guys are, if he wants affection then he wants it!)

Though if you refuse him cuddles he will whine and tear up saying that you’re so mean!

(The tears are fake.. Or are they?)

If you still don’t give them to him then he’ll pout and whine about it for days afterwards

Honestly who doesn’t love marshmello hugs?~ Mod Souda who loves hugs of all types

[izur-x]

Carrd

Writing ~ open [inbox;0/10] [draft;0]

Edits ~ still open

Discord ~ link

Info ~ want to talk to me? Sure!

Anon! ~ 🍉

Announcement

Masterlist

Danganronpa

Waking up after intercourse

Pairing ~ hajime/reader, nagito/reader

"I will be your knight!" Kingdom AU's

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Works Ns//fw

Pairing ~ izuru/reader

comforting nagito after getting together again

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Baking ns//fw

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

General Relationship

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Determination angst

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

f!S/o wears bunny suit

Pairing ~ nagito/f!reader

M!s/o having a bad day

Pairing ~ Shuichi/m!reader

Fem!s/o comforting

Pairing ~ Shuichi/fem!reader

Jealousy

Pairing ~ hajime/reader

Thunderstorm

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Jealous

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Singing for them

Pairing ~ gonta/reader, hajime/reader, byakuya/reader

Sleep deprived

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Ultimate fireman

Pairing ~ nagito/reader, kokichi/reader

Collage

Pairing ~ teacher!nagito/reader

Blunt s/o because remembers the last killing game

Pairing ~ nagito/reader, pekoyama/reader, chiaki/reader

Fighting over you

Pairing ~ nagito/fem!reader/hajime

Broke up study

Pairing ~ izuru/reader, hajime/reader, miu/reader

Drownsy make up

Pairing ~ hajime/reader

Royal work

Pairing ~ aoi/reader

Marshmello hell ns//fw?

Pairing ~ nagito/fem!reader

Night ride

Pairing ~ izuru/reader

Parking lot nsfw

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Love letter raffle prize

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Nsfw alphabet nsfw & raffle prize

Pairing ~ Byakuya/reader

Just a dream

Pairing ~ hajime/reader

Triple cuddle

Pairing ~ nagito/reader/hajime

First meeting

Pairing ~ izuru/reader, hajime/reader

Tickles

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Date(s)

Pairing ~ Shuichi/reader/kokichi

Concert

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Amnesia

Pairing ~ makoto/reader, hajime/reader, kaito/reader

Wife(s) suggestive

Pairing ~ mikan/reader

Shower nsfw

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Prom

Pairing ~ hajime/male!reader

Picnic

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Mathematician

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Medicine

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Drunk couple

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Hopeful pocky

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Caring

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

Tummy ache

Pairing ~ nagito/reader

A hero

Pairing ~ hiyoko/reader, hajime/reader, komaru/reader

S/o acting like komaru

Pairing ~ hajime/reader

Roommates

Pairing ~ hajime/chiaki/reader/nagito

Work trip nsfw

Pairing ~ hajime/reader

Act like OMORI

Chara; hajime, nagito, chiaki

YTTD

Bonding

Pairing ~ sou/gn!reader

Event

valentine event

Final duet

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Draft or plan!

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[heyitssmim]

Just some band/musician merch for males in the Sims 4. Doesn’t work on females, but there is a female version linked below. Only posting this here because TSR won’t allow me to post mesh links using Adfly. 

18 swatches

Includes 'merch' for Alec Benjamin, Post Malone, Cavetown, Ghost Town, Atlas (rapper), Josh A/Jake Hill, Porter Robinson, Mother Mother, Lil Peep, Marshmello, XXXTenticon, IDKHBTFM, and NEFFEX

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I don’t usually post my cc on my tumblr, so don’t go looking for more here, you won’t find any. Sorry for the bad pictures lol.

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Download

Mesh Needed

Fem. Version

[ent4you]

TRACKHITLISTEN UGE 18

Vi har en nyhed på toppen af denne uges trackhitliste. Det er Hennedubs Holder Fast, hvor nåde Gilli og Lukas Graham medvirker. Calvin Harris & Dua Lipa holder fast i deres andenplads med nummeret One Kiss mens Bro må se sig henvist til tredjepladsen. På fjerdepladsen er ugens næste nyhed. Det er ikke overraskende et nummer fra Post Malones Album Beerbongs & Bentleys, der blev udgivet i denne uge. Nummeret på fjerdepladsen hedder Better Now, men det er ikke det eneste nummer fra albummet der er gået ind på denne uges trackliste. På plads 10 ligger Paranoid, på plads 26 er det Spoil My Night, på plads 31 ligger Rich & Sad, på plads 37 er nummeret Same Bitches, der er lavet sammen med G-Eazy og YG og lige efter på plads 38 ligger nummeret Stay. Men tilbage til top fem, som rundes af med Marshmello & Anne-Maries Friends. Udover alle Post Malones nye numre er der blevet plads til en nyhed mere. Den står Khalid for sammen med Ty Dolla $ign og 6lack: OTW.

1. Hennedub feat. Gilli & Lukas Graham: Holder Fast

2. Calvin Harris & Dua Lipa: One Kiss

3. Bro: Sydpå

4. Post Malone: Better Now

5. Marshmello & Anne-Marie: Friends