#two in a row lets go ‼️

[scarewulf]

Tarnished Commission for an anonymous customer 🐲

[ef-1]

I'M BROKEN, BUT I'M TRYING | MAY'23

[juanarc-thethird]

Let us do a Year Of The Rabbit but with Pyrrha. She got the booty and knows how to use it against Jaune.

At the Kitchen

Jaune: Ok, now that I've dealt with Weiss, I can now focus on meal planning for the Chinese year. Now what can I cook?

Jaune takes out his phone and starts looking for recipes.

Jaune: It has to be something easy to do for a large group… Not that… Not that… Not tha-… Well maybe…?

While he continues looking for something to cook, outside the entrance to the kitchen someone can be heard whispering.

Pyrrha: You can do it Pyrrha! Having won the biggest tournament for 4 years in a row, this is nothing! Just go out and win your man. Yeah! I'll do that…

She stands still

Pyrrha: Here I go…

She still stands still

Pyrrha: In a moment…

She standing in the same place

Pyrrha: On the count of one, two, and…

She's still, you guessed it, standing there.

Pyrrha: I CAN'T DO IT!!

Jaune hears her scream and calls out to her.

Jaune: Pyrrha? Are you ok?

Pyrrha: (Shoot!) Y-Yeah, I'm fine.

Jaune: Are you sure? I'm free right now if you need me.

Pyrrha: Yeah, I'm fi- (Wait, now is the time to attack. If I let it pass I may never have this opportunity again. So, just like Nora, I going to give my all on the name of LOVE!!) I actually want your opinion on something.

Pyrrha comes out of hiding, showing her very exposed bunny outfit. Her legs are exposed, how thick and tasty those thighs are. And with her heels, they accentuate her figure in a sexy way.

Seeing such a work of art, Jaune only remains stunned.

Pyrrha: What do you think? Do you think it looks good on me?

Jaune: *blushing* I-I-I....

Pyrrha: (Is working! Now for the next attack!) Oh, I almost forgot. Let me show you the back.

She turns around, leans forward a little, showing her big, delicious ass to him. And like cherry on top, she turns to look at him with a seductive smile and says…

Pyrrha: Why are you blushing? Do you want to eat this defenseless little bunny?~

Jaune: *Red* Um...!!!

Pyrrha: (And now the final blow!) Come and take me~

Jaune: *GASP!!!*

Moments later

Pyrrha: Oh GOD!!!💕 DON'T STOP!!!💕 AAhh~!💕

Pyrrha is clinging to the kitchen table, with her legs on the floor spread a little apart. The bottom part of her suit is torn in two, while her panties are pulled down to her knees.

Jaune on the other side had her hands on Pyrrha's shoulders, while he moved her hips passionately towards her. Bouncing her ass in an erotic way that only adds more fuel to his lust.

Jaune: Oh god!~💕 Pyrrha!~💕 Oh Pyrrha!!~💕

Pyrrha: Yes💕! Say my name! Say my fucking name while you fuck me!!~ FUCK!~💕 I love how your cock feels!!~💕 Don't stop!! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!💕

Pyrrha feels Jaune grab her neck firmly and carefully. That makes her arch her back. With this small change in position Jaune moves his hips desperately.

Jaune: OH PYRRHA!!~💕

Pyrrha: Fuck!!~💕 Do you want to breed me?! Then fucnking do it!!! Get me pregnant! Breed this little bunny! Breed her!! BREED HER GOOD!!!!💕

Jaune: PYRRHAAAA!!!💕

Jaune takes her head and pull her back for a kiss, while on that moment he shoots his hips forward. Burying his cock all the way inside her, shooting a big load of baby juice deep inside her. It was so much that her body couldn't keep it all inside. Letting it slip out of her, creating a puddle of cum beneath her while traces of it are running down her thighs. After a few seconds, the two stop kissing. And with a loving look, and trembling legs, Pyrrha says…

Pyrrha: I love you~💕

Jaune:‼️

Jaune's heart fires up again, pumping blood to his cock. Starting the second round of mating. After all, bunnies do fuck.

Pyrrha: OH JAUNE!!!💕

[tvgals]

Ok ok hear me out‼️

Miguel (YOUR FATHER) grounds you from seeing your unknown boyfriend (Miles Morales 🤭) But you being sneaky go see him without permission and you guys post a tiktok ykno one of those tiktoks that flex the relationships and you follow jessica so she practically SNITCHES on you to Miguel (She found ur tiktok account somehow??) So Miguel Demands to meet this mystery boy (Imagine his face wasn’t showing in the tiktok) and when he finds out it’s Miles you and your dad get into a fight but it all ends in fluff

(The tiktok is that one trend ‘catch me in vegas, catch me in tokyo thing please know what i’m talking about 😭)

Sorry if the ask was too long but i’ve been thinking about this for D A Y S now‼️ Love you, drink ur water, and stay safe ! :3

aur em gee i’m living for this …

you’d came home late for the third night in a row, miguel sitting on the couch in the dark, scrolling on his ipad with his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. you should’ve known better than to come through the front door, but alas, you did it anyways. as soon as you step into the house you hear a “look who’s home.” and you jump. your heart rate going down as soon as you realize it’s just your father. shit.

“hey!…” you chuckle nervously — taking off your crocs. “this is the third time you’ve been late.” miguel says, turning off his ipad. “i know, dad. i’m sorry.” you say, standing in front of him while picking at your hangnails. “you said that the last two times you were late. you’re grounded, y/n. you and this little boy — who i’ve never met — are getting on my last nerve.” miguel says, standing up, leaving you a dumbstruck mess. you trail behind him and plead your case. “but dad! you don’t even know him! he’s literally perfect!” you said, following miguel into his room.

“exactly. until i meet this little boy — you’re banned from seeing him until further notice. and if i even suspect you’re seeing him, you’re done.” miguel says. you purse your lips together and walk out the room with a “this is not fair.” under your breath and walk into your own room — slamming the door shut. you lay on your bed and shove your face into your pillow. you heard a buzz from your phone and pull your head back, turning your phone on.

‘babyyyy i wanna see u! o(≧▽≦)o’ you smile at the text, obviously from miles by the kaomoji. you sigh and open the text, biting the inside of your cheek before looking at your bedroom door. ‘can’t :( dad grounded me >:(‘ text bubbles popping up almost immediately. ‘oooo what did u do?!?’ you grin and text back — not wanting to hurt miles feelings on the real reason why. ‘came home late 😒 i’ll just sneak out! see u in a bit <3’ miles replied with an “okay!!” and you were off on a dangerous mission — leaving your room and coming back without your dad noticing. you slide on a pair of crocs and throw on a hoodie miles gave you. you created a “pillow you” and snuck out through your window, making sure you had everything before leaving. once outside — you let out a long awaited breath and walk to miles house, just down the street and around a corner or two. you made it to miles house at 10:30, miles opening the door to you and inviting you into his room.

“hi, y/n!” miles grinned, pulling you into a hug. “hiiii!” you giggled, hugging him back. the two of you were on miles’ bed, occasionally turning on movies and making tiktoks, which is when you got the bright (stupid) idea to make a tiktok with the sound of ‘sexy back’ by skinnylegend. you collected a few pictures off of google and you took the rest of the video with miles, mentioning him in the caption and posting it, not thinking about who would watch it. you turned your phone off and laid next to miles, slowly drifting to sleep (idiot). miles shook you awake almost frantically, you shot up with a “what?” and miles handed you your phone. 10 missed calls and 23 missed text messages. dammit. you called miguel back, hoping he didn’t know about you sneaking out.

“y/n, where in the hell are you?” miguel asks, you can hear the anger in his voice. “dad, i just went to the corner store for some snacks.” you lied, putting your shoes back on. “no you aren’t. your car is still here and you know better than to walk outside alone at four in the morning.” miguel said, knowing he was right. you sighed and left out of miles’ house out his window, kissing him goodbye and walking back to your house. how could miguel know? you were confused and even more upset that miguel wouldn’t even hear you out! you made it home and walked through the front door, sitting down at the table where miguel was. “dad-“ you were cut off by miguel starting his own sentence.

“do you understand how upsetting it is to get a call from jessica,” you should’ve known. “who has her own child — that my daughter isn’t at home? y/n i’m so disappointed.” miguel scolds you. your head hangs low in shame. you should’ve been more careful, or just didn’t leave in the first place. “i’m really sorry.” you whisper, wiping your eyes. “i don’t believe you, y/n. you can’t keep saying sorry and do the same thing over and over. i expect to meet this boy by tomorrow or you two are over.” and with that, miguel walks to his room and shuts his door. you text miles and walk to your own room, laying down and falling asleep.

‘dad wants to meet you 😞’

you wake up and immediately turning your phone on, seeing three text messages from miles.

‘oh no!!! (ﾉД`)’

‘what if he doesn’t like me?!?’

‘ok ok, how about 530 tomorrow?!?’

‘well technically today’

you text him back with a “sure” and you head into the kitchen where miguel was making breakfast. “he’s coming over today at 5:30..” you mumbled, sitting at the table. “hm.” was all you got as a response. when 5:30 rolled around, you were nervously fidgeting at the table, waiting for the three knocks to adorn your door meaning that miles was there. knock knock knock. you sighed and opened the door. you’re met with miles — who was beaming and holding a container of empanadas for presumably your dad. “dad! he’s here!” you called out, dragging him into the kitchen (not without taking his shoes off first). “dad, meet miles.” you say, making jazz hands while standing next to him. miles eyes widen the same time as miguel’s, you stand there confused and watch as the scene plays out in front of you.

“miles morales?” miguel says, biting his tongue. “yes sir. that’s me.” he laughs nervously, occasionally opening and closing the lid to the container. “my mom made empanadas.” miles shrugs with a sheepish grin on his face. miguel snatches the container from miles’ hand and throws it at the wall, the empanadas falling to the floor along with a crack of the container. you gasped and watched as miles shoved his hands in his pockets and turned on his heel, sliding his feet back into his jordan’s and walking out with a “bye, y/n.” you turned to miguel and balled your fists up.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you yell, clenching your jaw. “what’s wrong me me, what’s wrong with you? you’re the one who brought him here!” miguel retaliated, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “because you asked me to?! are you mental? you ruin every thing!” you sob, stomping your way back to your room and slamming the door shut before you flopped onto your bed. your phone buzzed with notifications from miles.

‘does he not like empanadas?? :(‘

‘sorry y/n, i didn’t know he would react like that’

‘try again next week?’

miguel knocked on your door a few times before letting himself in, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying while curled up into yourself. “y/n..” miguel starts, sitting on the end of your bed. “i’m sorry. i wasn’t expecting him-“ you cut him off with a scoff. “you threw his mom’s hard work at the wall, dad. him and his family are the sweetest people i’ve ever met and you went and ruined it. i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even wanna date me anymore because of you.” you hiccuped, glaring at him from under your hoodie. “look, how about next week we try and work this out, okay?” miguel asks, pulling you into a hug. you look up at him with bleary eyes. “and you won’t throw his mom’s cooking at the wall?” you ask.

“promise.”

[hisokakissmeplz]

Omg ive genuinly had this is my mind for too long but IMAGINEEE JUST IMAGINE where succubus!reader meets hisoka cause she feels his strong aura and energy thinking its gonna be easy an easy target BUT THEN when the succubus!reader teleports in his room at night to gain energy from him, succubus!reader ends up getting her energy decreased by alot since yk succubus only gains energy when they dominate but we all know hisoka aint playin around so the succubus!reader ends up getting dominated by hisoka instead untill they have completely run out of energy and begging from overstim

THIS IS ALOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED BUT IF YOU DECIDE TO DO IT TYSMMM AND IF YOU DONT THATS FINE TY FOR READING ANYWAYS ‼️🩷

Omg yay

Also sorry this is so late I low-key forgot about it

You were a succubus. An awful one at that. Downright mean and evil.

Always trying to manipulate and use every man you saw. You had to for energy, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't take any pleasure from it. And not just sexually, there was a certain thrill about taking them down and having them at your whim. It did get boring after a while, one man, one same routine round, but it was all you knew.

This time, you decided to go stalking for your next prey at the local arena. It was a real showy place, Heaven's Arena. Cute.

There were strong, body builder type fighters everywhere. Just waiting for you to come and dominante their energy away.

You heard over the intercom a fight that was set up for tonight, a big one at that, some reigning champ or whatever. Might as well go, you thought, what were you doing here anyways if you didn't check out a fight or two.

You reserved yourself a room, thanking the sweet girl behind the counter as she handed you the key.

You prettied yourself up before the fight, hoping to find someone while you were out. You weren't too tired, not yet, but it did help to always have an energy source.

You waited for the fight to begin, sitting near the front row, the guy beside you practically drooling over himself. He wasn't anything special but he was already begging you to dominate him so it was something.

The announcer began calling out the names of the fighters, lights, fire, and the big booms. The crowd cheered and hollered watching them come out on stage. You watched as an interesting, older looking man stepped out, his hair long and white, his clothes looked quite flashy with gold and silver and other shiny metals.

The other man stepped out. His hair was bright red and his eyes a shiny gold. Your eyes taking him in, desperately, like you couldn't see enough of him. His attire was jokerish, his long arms and tall silhouette emerging from the smoke. God he was beautiful. You had to have him.

You watched eagerly as the fight began. You heard the announcer call out different hits, most of which were by the red haired man. He moved so fast, his aura enveloping him and the other fighter. You could feel his energy, powerful and lustful, he was the perfect victim for you. Totally forgetting about the guy beside you, you were on the edge of your seat.

"WAIT!"

The other fighter called out, stopping the red haired man's next attack.

The announcer hollered about it over the intercom, but you were too invested in what you were seeing. The other fighter held his hands up, surrendering, his eyes pleading from his bruised and bloody face.

The announcer called off the fight, awarding the red haired man with the win. Although, he didn't seem pleased, more dissatisfied, like he was disgusted. He won the fight, why was he unhappy? Honestly didn't matter, you were already on your way to introduce yourself to your latest victim.

"You must be Hisoka." You said cheerful, asserted a seductive demeanour with the sway of your hips.

"Ah, yes." He turned around, letting his eyes drift down over your body, before making eye contact. "What can I do for you?"

His voice was like honey, thick and sweet. You could feel his lustful energy growing, easy target. He was already begging.

"I just wanted to introduce myself," You smiled at him, flipping your hair and licking your lips while talking with him. "I'm a big fan."

You let your voice slip into a more flirtatious tone, sticking out one of your hands delicatly.

He took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Always nice to meet a fan." He held your hand in his a moment longer before letting go and turning away to leave. "Bye, bye."

Although he was walking away, you could still feel his strong energy. Something about it, the aura, pooling at your core.

You knew he would be easy prey, you could tell just how eager he would be for you, just from his aura. You could probably get a lot of energy from him, more than you really needed.

That night, you laid in your bed at the arena waiting. Checking the time once again you decided that now was a good enough time as any.

Standing up, adjusting your short red dress, and fixing your hair, you prepare yourself.

Appearing now in Hisoka's room, you could hear the shower running and decided to make yourself comfortable. You sat down in the bed, kicking off your heels and letting you dress ride up a bit as you waited.

Not much longer you heard the shower shut off, not sure why you were getting so excited over just another victim. You watched as he stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with the towel before wrapping it around his waist.

As he turned the corner of his room his eyes lit up with surprise only briefly, his face never showing it.

"Oh~" he only barely acknowledged you sitting in the bed, still you persisted, as he went about his room. "Usually I'm more prepared for guests."

"That's quite alright, sorry if I'm being too forward but," you played out your same, tired routine. Blah blah blah You're just so tempting blah blah blah.

Except this time, he interrupted.

"Don't be sorry, I prefer my women a little more forward." He came up to you, resting his hands on either side of you on the bed. "It's more fun that way."

God he was already puddy in your hands.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him a little closer, leaning in to his ear to whisper.

"How about I show you how forward I can be?" You flipped him over, and straddling his lap on the bed.

He let out a groan at the sudden motion and the feeling of you rubbing against him with only the towel around his waist between you.

He quickly recovered, supporting himself on his elbows and looking up at you. He smirked at you before speaking his his soft, honey like voice.

"As much fun as that sounds," his hand ran up your body and to your hands, rather intimate and sweet, like he was holding your hands. "I think I'll be taking charge."

He let go of your hands and made a small jerking motion. Within a blink of the eye, your hands were stuck to the headboard above you and you were now on your back.

Fucking Bungee gum.

He started first on your thighs, leaving big purple marks all over them before moving to your cunt.

His hands made their way to your hips, pulling you closer onto his face. All you could do was moan when his mouth made contact.

God he was so skilled with his tongue, sliding over your vulva up to your clit again and again before diving in to your sopping hole and slowly running his tongue over your gummy walls before pulling away and blowing on you softly. The cold air making you shiver, you can't help but moan out his name when you see the string of saliva connecting him to your wet cunt.

He must've stayed down there for hours, and all you could do was whine and struggle against your binds as he overstimulated your sensitive pussy.

Yours hands tugged his hair with every movement of his tongue on you, earning a groan from him each time. The vibration of his moans felt so nice against your sloppy lips.

"Hiso-Hisoka please!"

He didn't stop, his mouth didn't even break away from your cunt as he spoke.

"I know, I know."

He sound so soft and comforting, you wouldn't have been able to tell he was violently eating you out if it wasn't for the the muffle of you against his lips.

You knew if he didn't stop you'd pass out soon for m exhaustion, but that was so far away from you right now as you begged for more.

Don't worry though, he'll let you make up that lost energy in the mornings ng when you ride him.

[brandogenius]

wait, omg can we get a fic for the falling in love after the fake proposal for the cake?

IT WOULD BE SO CUTE

YES YOU CAN!!

part 3 to these two!

1, 2,

‼️RPF‼️

FIC - “ Newly wedded wife”

Julien x reader

word count: 1.375

being proposed to at a restaurant for a slice of cake was definitely something not on your bucket list for this year. especially it being done by one of your friends. well..it kind of makes a bit of sense anyway.

you didn’t expect twitter to blow up the very next day with photos and videos of you and julien from different angles of the restaurant. people uploading the videos to tiktok. fans and people recognising the guitarist and running with the video.

it went viral. sometime about seeing you and julien at a table together laughing while eating a slice of cake after the shorter woman got down on one knee with her old rusty ring. it made you role your eyes but smile.

julien took pride in the bit. wanting to keep it going for as long as she can. some fans took it well. surprising you when threads on twitter appeared with theories upon speculation that the two of you were dating prior to the restaurant event. it had you curious. were you and julien always that touchy with each other?

it didn’t cross your mind how dedicated julien was to this bit the both of you have made. referring to you as your fiancé- coming up with a whole backstory.

“yeah we decided to get together after our first album. pretty long time huh?” you just sat there, shaking your head as you watched juliens goofy grin in your laptop. rambling about times the two of you have been to places on ‘platonic friend dates’ but to the interviewer, she describes them in much more romantic detail. she was a pretty good convincing actress. if you didn’t know, you’d think the woman was actually in love.

there comes a time about a week ago where you thought you were doing a bit. deciding to go all out for a fake wedding with julien. renting out a small church for the day. you thought it was a great idea. something fun to do and tease everyone.

it’s not everyday you realise that the person phoebe found off the side of the road was actually a professional and registered ordained ministry. declaring you wife and wife, julien leaned in and kissed you. it was just something for the photos. maybe for everyone to look back on and laugh.

but why did you enjoy it? the feeling of juliens lips against yours was interesting to say the least. you didn’t mind it. when julien broke away you found yourself a bit sad. wanting more.

“i think that settles it for the day” julien patted your shoulder. she wiped her lips, walking down the isle. phoebe and lucy were sitting front row, all dolled and dressed up for the occasion.

“congratulations to both of you” turning your head, you stared at the man with a confused stare. “it’s not everyday i do private weddings. let alone on the spur of the moment” he opened his hand for you to shake. you shook his hand with a confused stare. “i don’t think i understand?” you casted a glance at phoebe who looked back at you with an even more confused look

“i was asked by this lovely lady to marry you two” the man smiled. shoving on his backpack. “i thought to do it for free since i presume you all were in a rush. i best be going. it was lovely. i congratulate you two on a wonderful and long life” the man patted your shoulder and walked away. you stood at the top of the isle, mouth hung open.

“phoebe..” you turned to look at the silver haired woman. “phoebe don’t tell me..”

“how was i supposed to know?!” phoebes voice raised in volume.

“are you telling me, we’re officially and legally married?” julien spoke up, taking a seat beside lucy, glancing between you and the others. “i guess?” phoebe rushed out, looking away as she started to chuckle.

you quickly rushed down the isle, smacking phoebe on the shoulder who bursted out laughing “are you serious?! - oh my god. first it was the cake, a fake engagement now im actually married to you?” you pointed a finger at julien who raised her eyebrows

“do you not want to be married to me?!”

“well not necessarily! i thought it was a bit!”

“that bit is long gone now ever since you stepped foot in the church” lucy’s voice piped up from behind you.

“i want a divorce” you sighed into your hands. this wasn’t what you planned your day - or month to be. legally married to your best friend for a joke. what’s next?

you heard a gasp. quickly looking up, you were met with julien. hand over her heart as she mocks offence. “are you breaking up with me? after all we’ve been through”

you couldn’t contain the sigh from your mouth. a small - barely noticeable smile on your face. phoebe cackled into her sleeve, silently doubled over in a wheeze as she hit lucy’s leg.

“there’s nothing funny about this- we are getting a divorce as soon as we can!” you stood up, quickly leaving the church.

-

“are you still mad at me?” you looked up from your book. laying under the covers in your bed, you put the book down. julien stood at the door awkwardly. one hand in her pocket as the other gripped her phone.

“i wasn’t mad at you in particular, annoyed? maybe. i hold no grudges” you confirmed, going back to your book. julien took this as an invitation into your room. quietly shutting the door behind her. she awkwardly walked into the center of the room.

you could feel the awkwardness and tension wavering off julien. “what’s wrong?” you notice julien stiffen up from the corner of your eye. “oh- i.. just wanted to come in-“ you looked up at the woman, raising an eyebrow. you had a feeling you knew what she wanted.

“you want to sit down with me and read?” you lifted up the covers, an invitation for julien. she quickly nodded her head, getting in under the covers. she kept her distance, laying on one of the pillows, glancing at your book.

“just.. don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything.. after today” that was it. you understood. this.. whatever you would call it- was something very common you both did. walking into the others room, cuddling while the other caught up on the newest episode of their favourite tv show or read.

you understood it though. coming from juliens perspective. fake engagement to a real marriage. she didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“it’s fine. come here” you lifted your arm. allowing julien to lay further down in the bed, resting against your arm. she looked up at the book you were reading. “i’m sorry if i made you upset today”

“i’m not upset at you. i’m a bit pissed off at phoebe but at the end of the day it wasn’t her fault” you messed around with small strands of juliens hair.

“besides, it’s nice to finally say i’m married. i didn’t think i was someone worth being loved” you chuckled, eyes fixated on the paragraph in front of you.

“that sounds pretty fucking sad man” julien huffed. you couldn’t help but let out a stifled laugh. “as your newly wedded wife. how about i treat you to a nice dinner tomorrow baby?” julien teased. you couldn’t help but notice the way your heart fluttered. fluttering the way it used to when you were a teenager back in high school. stealing small glances at the popular girl who had her eyes fixated on the boy beside her.

maybe it was just your thoughts. maybe it was just your mind playing games. tricking yourself into believing something that was false. you knew what it meant. but you wouldn’t allow yourself to have it.

you valued your friendship - or marriage with your best friend. you wouldn’t want to ruin it. ruin the memories and core moments you shared with the older woman..

“i would love to, honey” you leaned your head to the side, comfortably resting on the top of juliens head.

“want me to read to you?”

“please?”

[fictarian]

Hobie w/ an equally as punk reader? <3 🤘🎸

𝐇𝐢𝐦 <𝟑 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟔

ღ Of course! I apologize if there are issues with this fic, because i’m not very familiar with the style despite trying to learn about it 😭 Fun facts and criticism is VERY MUCH appreciated in the comments, so don’t be afraid to comment

ღ Gang we’re like 21 followers away from 100… i’m shivering in boots ‼️‼️ Tysm for following me omg

ღ Here’s a couple headcannons for if Hobie was with a punk partner (relationship goals, shout out to all my punk lovers I aspire to be like you)

ღ Paring: Hobie Brown and a GN! Punk reader 🙏

ღ Previous part can be found here !

• Whenever the two of you go out together, you always make an effort to go to your local record store. It has become a tradition between you and Hobie to buy two records (preferably of a song that the other hasn’t listened to or knows about) each and gift them to the other at the end of the trip. This helps broaden your guys’ music taste, introduce each other to a new possible favorite band, and just be a bonding experience all together

“The Skids?” You question while looking down at the album in your hands, intrigued by the vibrant colors on the cover. Hobie only nods his head, looking down at the records you had gotten for him. “Mhm, one of my favorites. You’ll like it luv, I promise.”

• No matter what either of you say, you and Hobie are both history nerds. Especially about punk history. So there’s no doubt that whenever you both are on call or are just relaxing in your room in silence, one of you are bound to start a conversation with a history fact. And for the next couple of hours, you’ll both be ranting and exchanging facts to each other

• Since you guys have practically the same style, you often find yourself taking some of Hobie’s jackets, pins, jewelry, etc. Hobie doesn’t mind, in fact, it gets his heart racing whenever he sees you in something that belonged to him at one point (let’s be fr, he isn’t gonna get shit back). So don’t be surprised when you catch him leaning against the doorway to your room, watching you try on one of his leather jackets or ripped jeans with a small smirk and a blush coating his face 🤭

“Y’know, it’s rude to stare” “I just can’t ‘elp it luv, not when something so pretty is right ‘front of me” Hobie cooed, causing you to blush from the tone of his voice. “Whatever…”

• You’re Hobie’s #1 hype person during the concerts he participates in (he doesn’t like consistency, so obviously he switches it up a lot and plays with different bands). This makes him go absolutely WILD. Just seeing you go full on crazy and vibe to the song he’s playing makes him 🥺. Hobie makes it a requirement for you to go to every one of his gigs, which obviously, you don’t mind at all

• You always get a front row view during his concerts, no questions asked. While you’re jamming away to the song his band is performing, Hobie is staring directly at you (somehow managing to not mess up his playing). And when you notice this and finally meet his gaze, the bastard doesn’t even look the least bit shamed or embarrassed. He even sends you a wink, making you the embarrassed one instead

• Hobie dedicates songs to you. Hell, bro will full on WRITE songs for you. He just loves you so much, and wants to show you that in a form that you both bond over constantly every single day. And when Hobie does dedicate a song to you, he makes it very clear to the audience. This makes you want to stomp on him with your platform boots, but it also makes you want to pull him in by the collar of his shirt and kiss him all over his face

“This one is for my arsekicker, _____. Didn’t tell em I was gonna do this before ‘and, since they would ‘ave done just that.” Hobie announced, meeting your sharp glare with a wink and his usual smug smirk. You shook your head, feeling your face burn as the band started to play.

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[prttykittes]

ෆ Denji X GN!Reader [you/your]

— Synopsis:: You went on a date with a blonde hair boy but he doesn't seem to know it's a date and you have to pay for food and tickets for the movie.

CW. one sided love(maybe denji likes reader them), denji not paying for food/tickets, reader is smitten, reader is inlove with a hopeless romantic/denji(?), reader is rich(well rich enough to buy food and tickets), takes place in the future(when denji is in school)

A/N :: I love denji SM, he deserves better(Asa and Reze ‼️) I decided to write for fluff because I am not in a nsfw mood and I have no ideas for my NSFW works — written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）works all of them !

He was perfect, his blonde hair and his everything was perfect about him. He was walking around, you decided to ask him out finally. "Denji!" You yelled out to him and he turns around, his head tilts as he looks at you. "Huh?" He says, you run towards him and stop infront of him. "What do you what?" He says, you smile and let out a sigh. "Would you like to go on a da—" he stops you from talking. "sure, I am hungry anyways" you blink and he walks towards a cafe, he knew what you were going to say! Did he knew about your crush on him?! You followed after him, he went in a cafe. It was nice looking and he sat down, you sat down across from him. A waiter came and before you could order some food, denji begins to speak. "I would like —" you were surprised by the food he ordered, you decided to order your favorite food in a small portion and you would eat the rest of denji's order. The food came and you began to eat, the food was gone you let out a happily sigh. You open your eyes to see denji eating with his hands, you blinked and continued to eat. He had a smile on his face and some food got on his clothes but it was okay! Some people stared at you two, it didn't matter. You expected him to pay will at least half of it, but he didn't. "Uhm" He stared at you in confusion, you sighed in your pocket and payed for everything. "anyways...I have two tickets for a movie" you said to him, he smiled and began walking. "Well let's go!" You followed behind me, you got there and got some snacks that you had to pay for. He ran up the cinema stairs and got in the highest row, the movie began playing. He was focused on the movie while eating his popcorn, you had wanted to share with him but he wanted his own.

The movie was nice, you expected him to wrap his arm around you like the movies you watched. He just watched the movie and laughed during some parts even though it was a horror movie.... You thought that he would a knight and protect you from the horror jumpscares, the movie was over. "Man that movie was good!" He stretched and he laughed, it was night time and he started to walk away. "Uh— Goodnight!" You waved bye to him and he waved bye to you without facing you. Well seems like you need to make moves to him, he doesn't seem to get the hint.

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

sam wilson x teen!reader headcanons

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 634

request: yes / no

original request: omg hi!! i absolutely adore your writing 💕 would you be open to doing some headcanons for sam wilson and a teen!reader? have a wonderful day, love <;33

dynamic: sam wilson x teen!reader

characters: sam wilson, reader

a/n: heh inspiration struck so two in one day it is 😈😈 i LOVED writing this request omg. i'm totally obsessed w/ sam wilson so i was sooo happy this was requested!! ty anon :D

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sam gives such older brother vibes to me

like no matter how old u are he’ll always treat you like a little sibling

well he and bucky both

at this point they’re a package deal

a lot of ur time is spent settling their argument

“hey, y/n. who pulls off this hat the best?”

“y/n!!! pancakes or waffles??”

“y/n tell bucky he’s wrong.”

theres a lot of that LMAO

anyways i feel like he would make u do stuff with him

like fun little adventures

y’all learned to crochet together

and u were pretty good ngl

but poor sam kept missing stiches

you made little frogs and his looked not rly like a frog

but u loved it anyway ofc

the two of you usually do grocery runs together

that’s like high time for ur gossip 😏

i mean guys this is sam wilson

he def knows a LOT of stuff

but he’s really engaged with like ur school & home life

he always makes sure ur ok

he is totally the type to text and call regularly

he would go to ur parent teacher conferences if u needed him to

and then he’d tell u all his thoughts about the teacher after 😭 

he’s rly perceptive with emotions

i mean he was a therapist like what do u expect

but whenever he senses ur down he’ll do something really nice

and like cook u something

bc sam can COOK

like COOK

and he’ll try to make you laugh

which always works because he’s actually hilarious

speaking of he’s so funny on missions too

he’s always talking on the earpieces and like he’ll just say the funniest stuff

and he swears like a sailor JUST SAYING 🤪

he’s so the type to swear in front of you all the time but then the moment u swear he’s like “what did you say 🤨🤨”

also he always is asking u fashion advice

“ok y/n. blue shirt red pants? or red shirt blue pants?”

“sam do you really want to look like one fish two fish red fish blue fish”

“yeah i guess you’re right 😞”

he always acts sad and then the moment you feel bad he’s like “GOTCHA 😜”

also whenever he’s away he’ll send you a ton of pictures

a lot of them are selfies of him and bucky and steve 

and they’re so funny

like he’s not trying to be funny but he literally is like a facebook minion meme mom

oh also no offense to him but he’s an AWFUL driver 😭 

like he goes way too fast and his music is so loud

but he lets u choose it so u don’t mind 🤩

it’s always kind of fun going in the car with him

you always text natasha a picture of u with him in the driver’s seat in the background and you say “if i die u know why”

and she just goes “have fun”

lol

you and him go on runs together

and that’s rly fun

well ok ik running is hard

but as a runner its sooo much more fun suffering through it with someone else 🥳

whenever u run u do that like shareplay thing on spotify

and he always judges ur music like 😑

ok mr “i listen to the same album for like five months in a row”

oh he is so the type to take u on like one on one lunches and stuff

i think that’s smth the avengers would do with their younger members to make sure they’re alright

and he always does it with u bc ur best friends ofc ‼️

y’all are so petty to each other

but u do really think the world of him

and he thinks the world of you too 🫶

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[just-call-mefr1es]

using my big brain skills, i will now use my band-o-meter to guess what instrument the basement boys™️ +others would play💥 i am totally a professional, expert at vibes n shit😎 each word i say is canon /j

Griffin

ngl, i can see him in the clarinets section. definitely a woodwind, no arguments on that. hes a lil squeaky (WHEN PLAYING YALL) but pretty good overall. probs sits at the end of the row. memorized all of the fingerings and can switch between them pretty well. THE BEST at fast paced pieces, will spontaneously combust during slow ones (honestly same)

Billy

i feel like he would play tuba or euphonium, leaning more on euphonium. at first, i thought he seemed more like an art kid, but now that i have the mental image of him playing euphonium, i change my mind. hes pretty good, part of an endangered species though. 💯💯 has complained about his instrument being too heavy, but enjoys just resting against ghe case whenever he brings it around.

Vance

Percussion. I don’t need to elaborate.

Bruce

first of all, definitely in the woodwinds (again lmao). i was thinking either a bass clarinet, oboe or a saxophone? if saxophone, definitely an alto. although, i am thinking more oboe/bass clarinet….. yk, knowing bruce, he probably plays all of em, or maybe im just lazy. we’ll go with alto sax. vance has totally made a ‘saxy’ joke about it (projecting cause my wife does that with himself)

Robin

I think he’d be a trumpet. yeah, he would. he loves that thing. he probably has blasted it on accident though so r.i.p woodwinds in the row infront💔 he probably thinks that he can hit high notes easily, so he tries to on the first try and fucking dies. hit or miss with fast pieces, he likes them but also hates them. has asked finney how to subdivide because he zoned out

Finney

same issue with bruce, but with clarinet and saxophlne (no hobo). then i thought about it and went, ‘yeah, he’d be an oboe’. at first, i was thinking of making bruce play the oboe and finney the sax, butttt i like this better ngl. part of an endangered species, only two other hobo players with finn🙏 god at sightreading

Gwen

looking back im realizing how indecisive i am lmaoo. so our two options were clarinet n trumpet. took me a lot of back and forthing until i thought, ‘hell yeah she’d be a clarinet’ so here we are. carries the clarinets, and is probably louder than most trumpets. she’s 50/50 on sight reading. she could be awesome at it or terrible, depending the piece. complains about eighth notes.

Amy

let me project for a second and just- ‼️‼️flute‼️‼️ damn i love me flutie patooties. anygays, she has more luck hitting high notes than robin (rip) but flutes are built like that, but she can hit them without trying. she shifts 294749103 times in her seat because flute can get uncomfortable (projecting some more). sits next to gwen and they compare what each of their pieces are constructed 💗 (i do that with my friends too lmao)

[dekupalace]

FREE CARD TO INFODUMP ABOUT ANY CHARACTER OR OC RAGH‼️‼️

RAAAUUGHH UM!!!!!!!!!!!

okay I've been thinking about nadine way too much lately tbh even though I made them just for family bonds. I never had a canon design for them and I still don't but you get some tumblr exclusive nadine lore are you ready here we go

nadine is juuuust older than siffrin by about a year, and their twin siblings were born just before the island went poof. nadine and their siblings were adopted by a couple that were from the island, though nadine has no idea they were adopted (you'd think they would considering the twins just magically appeared in the family one day but they uh. weren't exactly taught how that stuff works yet lol). the parents were kind, and loved nadine as if they were their own child. nadine was happy, and was more than excited to grow up with their new twin siblings!

(on that note, nadine and their twin siblings DO share a birth mother. she was a single mother that knew she couldn't support a family, let alone herself, so the nice couple down the street who could never seem to have children of their own...offered to take the kid [and soon to be kidS] in)

but after the parents went on their "business trip" (they were going to bring the rest of their family from the island to vaugarde), nadine was left to take care of two practical newborns. and considering the parents were both from and ON the island when it went poof, nadine can't remember their features or names...but knows they were supposed to have parents of some sort, otherwise why do they have siblings here to take care of? so...they blame their parents for leaving them behind, because clearly that was their intention, to just...leave them behind to fend for themselves. it changed how nadine views family as a whole for a long, long time.

nadine, nanetta, and noreis were then going from town to town for help, because how can an 11/12-year-old take care of two newborns on their own? they can't. that's when they found dormont and the house.

euphrasie was younger and a little dizzy from time to time (wonder why?) but she and her housemaidens were quick to take in the three and take care of them. and that's when nadine learned about craft, self-defense, how to take care of themselves along with their siblings...and they learned to love again.

with how often they took care of their twin siblings, nadine developed a love for working with and styling hair, and wanted to help people change and come out of their shells just like they did in the house. it took them some extra time in classes to REALLY know what they were doing, but...after a lot of work, and some encouragement from euphrasie, they learned how to craft their special hair dye! despite how creative their craft is...nadine is actually rock craft!

nanetta and noreis are just a little older than bonnie. nanetta (she/her, scissors) is very masc presenting and noreis (he/him, paper) is very fem presenting, but they'll often switch outfits and do each others hair or play with makeup. the only way to really tell them apart is their hair, since nanetta's is short and noreis's is very long. they like to coordinate their words to try and speak at the same time to mess with nadine and their friends, but all of the latter just finds it funny. nanetta is very quiet and well mannered, and likes to spend her time reading and drawing. while noreis likes to play in the mud and climb trees and catch bugs. noreis will often bring small critters or cool looking bugs to nadine and nadine genuinely loves it. noreis will bring shed lizard skin or broken wings/feathers/etc to nanetta and she'll help him press them for scrapbooks. nadine has a whole row in a bookshelf filled with the twins' works.

they live in a shared house with their friends at the edge of town (the one by the ocean, where their shop is!) and they all work together to help raise nanetta and noreis and...take care of each other, too. all of them have some shared conflicts with family, but they find family in each other instead. with change, they can help, they can protect, and they can love...

then one day, during a festival of change, nadine saw a traveler a bit overwhelmed from the noise and crowd... and that's where a new story began.

now then...........

it's YOUR TURN to infodump to ME!!!!!!!

[hoonvrs]

UPDATEEEE did one fucking better than just talking to the guy 🌚 - not ice skating guy he came to our flat but didn’t come out w us - this is the guy i used to talk to but then stopped and she secretly started talking to him and im not supposed to know

somehow me and my flatmates ended up separated after we went to get food but we also managed to end up on the same bus?? and he was w my flatmates on the bus there was barely any seats so i was sitting on my friends lap but then there was this guy vomiting in the seats behind us and so the two of us who did have seats dashed like two rows down and ended up seeing him and the girl (we call her stalker girl) who has a crush on my flatmate

so i ended up sitting w stalker girl bc she’s actually rlly nice and he was sitting in the row in front of us, and he turned around to talk and started to hold my hand - he held my hand the WHOLE bus ride and every time i let go he would hold his hand out and ask me to hold it again 😭 (does he still like me ? 🤨🤗)

and then i was talking to stalker girl and he would keep joining our convo and then she just blurts out ‘can you two just get together already’ ‘stop playing around and get together’ i was like oop 👀 poor boy started stumbling over his words and she was like ‘no don’t want to hear it just be together’ 😭

anyway so he ended up not getting off at his stop bc this silly boy didn’t want to let go of my hand, he actually ended up back at our flat and EW he told me to sit next to him and he layed me down on his chest, put his arms round me and we were just scrolling through my socials together 🤢🤢 it was so cute it’s making me SICKKK

then he kissed me and then afterwards just wanted to take pictures w me 😭

when he was supposed to be saying bye to everyone he kissed me again and then went round and said bye and then CAME BACK to me again and gave me a hug to say bye and then went ‘can i pls kiss you again just once more’ BRO yes.

after he actually finally left my flatmate was like ‘you cheeky fucker, kiss goodbye?’ i was like 🌚🌚🌚

can’t wait for my fucked up flatmate to hear about it through the grapevine from one of my other flatmates who saw it 🙌 you can’t steal a man who was whipped for me 🫣‼️

DTOPPDDN WHY AN I GIGGLING AND BKUSHING FOR YOYUYKIR

sorry ice skating boy u have competition cause kiss boy is GOINGGGSHSHSB

can’t waittt for her to hear cause not letting go of your hand cuddling AND KISSING CRAZYZYSY SHES FONNA LOSE HER MINDD😭😭

so ri. how we feeling him😁😁😁😁😁

[saltysaccharin]

Blanket Fort

— [ELYSIUM] {SEMICANON}

• characters :: shigaraki tomura, ryouga atsumu, spinner / iguchi shuuichi (mentioned)

• genre :: fluff

• warnings :: none

synopsis / prompt :: after three years into project elysium, ryouga learned a thing or two about how shigaraki likes his 'celebrations.' shigaraki didn't know his doctor was a hopeless romantic who'd go above and beyond, though.

word count :: 1k

a/n :: i hate them both so much omfg god why. neither of them know what to do with each other most times and i think that's fucking precious bc they're both trying their best anyway‼️ atsumu's attempts are more obvious but tomura's really trying to let him in too and i ajhskdegwv dies

Shigaraki sighed tiredly as he boarded the elevator going up to Ryouga's penthouse, Mochi following close behind. As they slowly scaled up the side of the building, Shigaraki gazed through the glass walls and took in the view of a bright almost-full moon stretching across the city.

It was almost curfew, he mused, thinking of all the possible ways his little doctor would lecture him for 'cutting it close' — but then again, it wasn't his fault. Ryouga was the one who told him to go out and get some air; he'd practically kicked him out of the place! In such a hurry, too.

He wondered what that was about.

After a ride that seemed to go on forever, Shigaraki had finally arrived at the topmost floor. He tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator doors to part, and when they finally did, an unusual sight met him.

While Mochi sprinted out of the elevator, Shigaraki took a quick glance around the apartment: The shutter curtains were, well, shut, effectively darkening the environment; while a faint golden glow seemed to come from the living room. It wasn't much of a bother to go check it out, so as exhausted as Shigaraki was, he did.

"Surprise!" Ryouga called out rather softly, waving his hands as he stood in front of something he appeared to have set up, where the TV once was.

Shigaraki blinked. He wasn't exactly used to surprises that were both quiet and pleasant — though one usually supplemented the other

Bringing a hand up to fiddle with his collar, he mumbled, "What's all this about?" He asked somewhat timidly, yet his eyes seemed to eagerly steal glances at the thing behind Ryouga.

The brunet noticed this, chuckling, but he was more concerned with something else instead of teasing the other about the star-struck look in Shigaraki's crimson eyes. Ryouga tilted his head before he began to explain, "Well, I know that you're not the type for big, celebratory.. celebrations, and that you aren't exactly fond of people, so...

"This is for you," He smiled, stepping to the side and gesturing towards the entrance of a blanket fort. "Happy birthday, Tomurrun."

...Oh. Oh—

"It's my birthday..." Shigaraki realized, voice lowering both in embarrassment and disbelief. Of course he'd forgotten his own birthday, again — it was probably the third time in a row since the whole Tartarus-Elysium ordeal — and yet, Ryouga didn't seem to mind. If anything, he looked amused by this quirk of Shigaraki's.

Ryouya's glimmering, tangerine eyes stared with nothing but adoration as the former Villain approached the fort. Dimmed fairy lights adorned the 'edges' of the creation, while some areas of the various blankets used were partially draped over the couch.

"It's not perfect, but I tried," Ryouga stated with a shrug, "In my defense, I probably haven't made one of these in a decade and a half..." He trailed off, though Shigaraki had zero complaints in reality.

He reached a hand out to carefully push aside one of the sheets, peeking inside to find Mochi already making himself comfortable among the soft pillows and cushions.

Ryouga excitedly continued, "Oh, and I threw in a lot of snacks in there for you. It's mostly junk food and sweets, stuff you like, but there's also a bento box somewhere if you want to eat a proper meal—"

He paused, suppressing a giggle as Shigaraki awkwardly climbed into the blanket fort. There was something endearing about a toned, fully-grown man giving in to childish reverie... Especially if you took the time to consider that this one in particular never exactly got the time to experience such a thing.

An 'oomph' came from the confines of the blanket fort, and Ryouga shook his head affectionately although the former couldn't see it.

Shigaraki hummed, raising his voice to make sure Ryouga would hear him from the outside, "There's a stack of video game CDs in here. And a streaming platform's on." He observed aloud as he felt around the area for the remote to the flat screen — the search was momentarily stopped in favor of petting Mochi.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to do, exactly, so I figured I'd let you choose," was the reply. "I had Iguchi come over and help with all the cables and shit I couldn't figure out from the manual..." Ryouga laughed through a sigh.

A snicker from Shigaraki, "You tried."

A few moments of silence passed, nothing but the sound of Mochi's pants and the air conditioning filling the room. After a couple more, Shigaraki eventually cleared his throat.

"...This is nice. Thanks." He murmured shyly, to which Ryouga chirped happily.

"Of course. The best part about this is that you'll be able to enjoy some alone time. With Mochi, obviously." Ryouga subjoined, a grunt leaving his lips as he stretched and dusted himself off. "I'll leave you be." He didn't get to see the slight slump in Shigaraki's shoulders at that.

Ryouga hummed, "I'll be working. If you need anything, just ask—"

"Um—" Shigaraki stammered, having called out impulsively and without much thought, "I... Well... There is one thing you could do to make it better, probably." He muttered almost incoherently.

"Yeah? What is it?" The doctor sounded very willing to do whatever it took to make Shigaraki's birthday a happy birthday.

...It was kind of sweet.

Shigaraki made a frustrated noise (directed at himself) before groaning loudly.

In a motion that was both calculated enough to keep the blanket fort steady but also too fast for Ryouga to register, Shigaraki reached out from behind the sheets and practically dragged the other inside by the wrist while his victim yelped.

Ryouga's face burned as he found himself wrapped up in Shigaraki's arms.

"I want you here with me. Fucking stupid." The latter scoffed against the other's shoulder, bashfully burying his face in the cardigan Ryouga wore.

Ryouga chuckled, as shy as he was. "O-Oh. Okay. I guess I can do that," He took a deep breath before making himself comfortable as the decided small spoon. Mochi wasn't going to get excluded though; he made that clear after propping his head onto Ryouga's leg.

The brunet laughed softly. "Now are you satisfied?" He teased after regaining his composure.

Shigaraki sighed — not out of irritation or exhaustion anymore, but out of content.

"Yeah. It's perfect."

[ikissjude]

how enhypen would spend your birthday with you

genre fluff. warnings none. word count 887.

— a/n: hello lovelies! i hope you all are well 🥺 i meant to write the earlier and post it last week but i’ve been super busy! i made this since august 19th was my birthday (i turned 18!!) and i had some ideas about what enha would do, and then the next day i had to get moved into my college dorm. but, i’m here now and college has started so posts will be especially slow! anyways, i hope you all enjoy this!

♡ — lee heeseung

arcade date!

hee loves playing games

and he also loves winning

his whole plan is to win you a stuffed animal

a pro at basketball and shooting games

loves showing off his skills to you

but when it’s time to go against each other?

honey you’re in for a treat 😫

you win and he’s STUNNED

you also beat him at air hockey and he just has no words

in the end you let him beat you at some games so he could actually win you a stuffed

♡ — park jongseong

shopping and dinner date!

our boy jongseong is very much all about his s/o

and when it comes to special events, like your bday

he just wants to spoil you no matter what

so that’s what he does! he takes you to a shopping center and he lets you get whatever you may like

takes you to expensive stores and lets you model for him

also might’ve picked out some outfits for you himself

picks out your whole fit for your dinner date afterwards

takes you to a top restaurant with the finest food and wine for dinner ‼️

♡ — sim jaeyun

café date!

yun would spend a long time researching the perfect and prettiest café to take you to

one that has all of your favorite desserts and ones you’ve always wanted to try

picks the most aesthetically pleasing corner in the café for you to take your insta pics

your personal photographer too!! he knows your angles well 😁

he insists on feeding you bites of your dessert </3

just bc he finds it so cute when your cheeks go pink

loves doing the cliches where he’s wiping foam off of your lips

♡ — park sunghoon

ice skating date!

he chose to go to the rink on purpose

now if you know how to ice skate, you’re in the clear!

but if you don’t know how to skate…

you’re holding onto him for dear life

and you know he only did this so you could be close to him 🙄

takes your hands and tries to get you to spin around

but you fall into his arms

when you’re off to the side clinging to the wall he shows off his moves since you love them so much

but he also wants you to skate as much as possible !! even if you fall he’s there 🥺

your whole bday date was just endless hand holding and falling into hoon’s arms

♡ — kim sunoo

art museum date!

his whole plan is to take you and just admire you while you look at the art

he took you to the art museum since you had been planning on seeing an exhibit that just opened

and he loved when your face lit up as he told you that he got tickets for it

hand holding! for almost the entire time

you get to one specific piece that you just absolutely adore

as you were admiring it you can hear sunoo snapping a picture from behind you

immediately makes it his wallpaper!!

and at another piece he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on top of your head

just so you two could look at the piece together

for the rest of the day you two talk about your favorite pieces and your interpretations of them

♡ — yang jungwon

picnic date!

lmao i chose this bc of his en-log

the night before your picnic he’s packing tons of foods

mini sandwiches, strawberries, oranges, lemonade, cookies, etc.

and he has a cute lil picnic basket and blanket at the ready

takes you to han river for your date!

wonie also brought a polaroid camera to take pictures of you

you guys spend your day talking and admiring the view

and maybe also admiring each other :)

after eating you guys are laid out watching the clouds float by

and you fall asleep and jungwon’s just watching you sleep so peacefully like 🥺

♡ — nishimura riki

amusement park date!

riki loves things that are thrilling

and tbh if you were dating him i think you would also enjoy those things too

so what better way to spend your bday than take you to an amusement park!

you guys go with absolutely no plan whatsoever, just vibes

taking turns dragging each other to different rides

you also drag him on the viking three times in a row but he doesn’t mind

just as long as you guys get to go on a roller coaster three more times as well

although he’s not one to match with his s/o, he lets you get matching headbands to wear around the park 🥺

after the day winds down he takes you on a ferris wheel and you guys kiss at the top 🙈

[otonymous]

Glutton For Your Flavour (Obey Me: Beelzebub - NSFW)

Description: You’re about to become Beel’s next meal Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Spoilers for Lesson 5 of MS (hard).  Please note potential trigger warnings: dub-con (as an inadvertent result of somnambulism), cunnilingus in two flavours (soft and rough), squirting and overstimulation, slight size kink, very faint hints of tetraphilia, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it blasphemy, slight fear (monstrous descriptions) Word Count: ~2900 words (~14 mins of smut & shenanigans) Author’s Notes:  My very first fic for the Obey Me fandom!  I know I’m late to the party, but I’ve recently started playing this game and the story and its characters are so amusing I had to write about it.  This piece may not be to everyone’s taste, so please, please, please note the potential trigger warnings listed above and skip if it’s not your cup of tea.  That being said, hope you all enjoy the read! 💕😆

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“Bad luck to be sharing a room with Beel, but what can ya do after he destroyed yours while destroying the kitchen, and all for a dumb custard!  Be careful — he might mistake you for a snack and eat ya in the middle of the night, hahaha!”

Mmm.

The scene fragments, Mammon’s face wavering as his voice grows faint, consciousness seeping into dark corners like sunlight cutting through fog.  And when you open your eyes, you can’t quite place where you are for a moment, straddling the line between dreamscape and reality.

Ahh…

You sigh.  There it was again, the sensation so pleasant it had roused you from the deepest slumber.

Further blinking off the haze of sleep, you take in your surroundings: a large bed lying empty across from yours in a room almost cavernous in size and just as dark save for a candle burning low on a desk, the glow of its flame orange like the hair that was currently brushing soft against your inner thighs—

“BEEL?!  WHAT THE HELL?!”  

“So tasty…not…enough…need more…want to…eat…zzz….”

Eyes still closed, the demon’s face is shiny even in the dark, slick from cheek to chin with what must’ve been a copious amount of his saliva and your arousal, you blush to realize.  And when he doesn’t budge even after a swift kick to the face, you are ashamed to find the Lord of Flies’ show of strength sending yet another throb to your already pulsing clit.

He does wake though, Beelzebub’s amethyst eyes opening wide before he falls backwards onto the cold stone floor to realize what he had inadvertently done in his sleep.  And as the always-famished sixth born looks from the shredded remnants of your panties to the pool of wetness on the sheets where his chin had rested, he becomes even more tongue-tied than usual.

“I…uh…I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to…I dreamt I smelled something delicious and I was so hungry…and somehow I’m here, on the floor…I don’t even know…I-I’m so sorry!”

His cheeks grow so flushed they remind you of the red spider sandwiches he packed away during dinner, stuffing them two by two into his mouth until Satan smacked his hand away for trying to take more from his plate.  The expression on his face is so full of remorse that even if you were angry, you’d be inclined to forgive the demon who was currently grovelling at the foot of your bed, swearing he would hand himself over to Lucifer and Diavolo first thing in the morning to be strung up and hung upside down for a fortnight, even (gulp) forgoing food for a day or two.

“Beelzebub…Beel…BEEL!”  You shout, interrupting his self-inflicted tirade.  “It’s okay, you didn’t mean it.  You were sleepwalking.  You don’t have to go to Lucifer and Diavolo about this.”

“No, I have to.  My behaviour was inexcusable—”

“BEEL!  Let’s…just…try to go back to sleep, okay?  We have our midterm in Devildom law tomorrow morning and I really don’t feel like failing just because I didn’t get enough shut eye.  So please, can we just pretend like this didn’t happen?”

Those orange brows are still furrowed when Beel finally lifts his head and nods.  But then his gaze is falling again on the wet sheets and the shiver than runs through that larger-than-life body seems to send another wave of anxiety through the demon.  He makes a mad dash for the door, murmuring something about getting a snack from the kitchen and “you can have the room tonight” before it slams shut behind him.

He doesn’t return for the rest of the night.

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The exam was so disastrous even Mammon didn’t bother sneaking another peek at your paper after the first two questions.  And even if you had somehow managed to get back to sleep after last night’s ordeal, it wouldn’t have changed the fact that you were still distracted by the memory of Beel’s mouth on your pussy:

His long tongue, serpentine as it delved deep between swollen folds to taste you with gusto.  

The way he rolled your clit between those plush, soft lips before sucking it into his hot mouth, over and over again.  

The throbbing between your legs that refused to cease long after the Avatar of Gluttony had left the room you were temporarily sharing, sleep only forthcoming once you had succumbed and reached beneath the sheets to finish the job he had started, your moans licentious even to your ears as you pretended your fingers were his.

It was a pale imitation, of course.  That much you could see for yourself, stealing a glance at Beel seated two rows down — quill twirling between long, dexterous digits when he wasn’t putting ink to parchment.

But those gigantic hands were just a small part of what made Beel demonically attractive, as if the word “small” could be applied to him at all: tall and built, there were times when even you envied the ease with which he maintained that perfect physique despite his penchant for shovelling enough food to feed all three realms into his mouth on the regular.

The same mouth which brought you so much pleasure the night before.

Ahem.

Clearing your throat, you pretend not to see the smirk that spreads across Asmo’s delicate face, hoping the lusty demon sitting just to your left wouldn’t pick up on the very secret thoughts you were having about his brother.

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[Private Chatroom]: Satan, Levi, Mammon, Asmo

Satan: This is going to sound crazy, but doesn’t it seem like Beel’s…hungrier than usual?  Is that even possible?

Levi: OMFG!  You should’ve seen the state of the kitchen this morning after Beel decided to camp out there overnight!  It was a total war zone, like that epic battle scene in Vol. 5 of TSL lololol.  Soooo good XDDDDD

Mammon:  Hey!  He’s gonna eat us outta house and home at this rate!  Shouldn’t we stop him?

Satan: You do it, Mammon.  Aren’t you always saying that there’s nothing The Great Mammon can’t do?

Mammon: …..

Asmo: Please, as if anyone — angel or demon — could come between Beel and a meal.  

Satan: Why was he camping out there in the first place?  Was there something wrong with his room?  I don’t remember him complaining about anything since he got shacked up with the exchange student.

Levi: Not like he could, seeing as it was his fault to begin with and a direct order from Lucifer.

Asmo: Maybe we should ask her.  I’m sure she knows something about what’s inciting his hunger judging by the way she kept staring at him in class today fufufu 😏  She almost failed her midterm because of it, isn’t that right, Mammon?

Mammon: ‼️‼️

[Mammon has left the chat]

Levi: He is sooooo transparent LMFAOOOO

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Gasp!

Pressing a hand to your mouth, you try to contain your shock at the sight that greets you when you peek around the corner into the kitchen:

Curved, ebony horns sitting majestically atop a head of disheveled orange hair.  Thick, corded muscles that ripple across a broad back — readily apparently because the creature bent over a mountain of food on the ground was wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms, loose and slung so low over narrow hips that the sharp V defining his groin is visible even from the distance at which you stood.  

Because this wasn’t quite what you were expecting to find when you made your way to the kitchen in the middle of the night to search for Beel, thinking to approach him about the peculiarity of his recent behaviour: the way he now ate constantly and was less satiated than before, the fact that he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid you even though you shared a room.

In fact, he hadn’t said so much as another word to you after he gave you two dozen of his prized custards the morning after the incident, apologizing again until you had to be the one to make him swear he wouldn’t breathe a word of it to Lucifer.  The demon even made a beeline for the door as soon as he saw you emerge from the bathroom tonight, fresh from a shower.

It wasn’t hard to guess where he was headed.

Even still, you tried to focus on your textbook, reading the same line over and over again as you waited for Beel to return so you could have a proper conversation with the demon you made a pact with.  And when you could wait no longer, you made your way towards his favourite room in the House of Lamentation — silently, so as not to draw the attention of the eldest sibling.

But the growls coming from the direction of the open fridge this time sounded like Cerberus himself, enough so that you find yourself rooted to the ground, unable to take another step forwards or back.  

You had never seen Beel like this before, tearing into whatever he could get his hands on with a savagery that made your heart stop.  Teeth, lips and tongue devoured without second thought in a way that was simultaneously terrifying and…

Throb.

…arousing.

Suddenly, he stills, throwing his head back to sniff the air once…twice…and in a flash, he is upon you, towering over your head as he rises to full height — bigger and taller and much more intimidating than you’ve ever seen him before.

You should have been scared.  Any person in their right mind would have if they found themselves cornered by a demon of Beelzebub’s calibre.  But the hands that balled into trembling fists at his sides made you feel oddly secure, your deepest instincts telling you that not all was as it seemed.

“You need to leave.  Now…please.”

“What’s going on with you, Beel?  I just want to help—”  You reach for his arm.  He jumps back as if burned.

“I SAID YOU NEED TO LEAVE!  I-I…can’t hold back…for…much longer!”

Handsome face screwed up as if in pain, Beel turns to put as much distance as possible between the two of you, squatting on his haunches with his head in his hands when he murmurs:

“I…I don’t know what’s going on with me.  This has never happened before.  I’m hungrier than I’ve ever been.  I eat and eat and eat and it still isn't enough.  The last time I felt satisfied was when…when…”

His voice dies down to a whisper.

“…when I tasted you.”

Throb.

Putting out a hand, you steady yourself against the wall, knees suddenly weak at Beelzebub’s admission.  Or perhaps it was due to relief, the tension that had been steadily building in your strained relationship with the demon released to know that you weren’t the only one who desired to revisit that night’s events.

So you gather your courage, stepping softly towards the demon who crouched on the ground next to the lit fireplace, the heat radiating from the hearth warming the flesh you had deliberately left bare when you lift the hem of your night gown to expose yourself to Beel.

“What are you doing?!  I told you, I can barely hold back—”

“Then don’t.  I don’t mind, Beel.  I…I like it too.”

Amethyst eyes darken as they look up into yours, orange flames reflecting off pupils blown wide.  And when he speaks next, the deepness of his voice echoes in your body, as if its source were to be found within your own soul.

“Ask and ye shall receive.  I won’t touch you until you do.”

Nipples hardening beneath your gown, the rush of heat that floods your core makes you shudder when you say,

“Please, Beelzebub…I want you to eat my pussy.”

Back hitting solid wood, you barely have time to gasp before you are pulled to the edge of a long table in the centre of the kitchen, a long tongue running up the insides of each thigh in turn before they’re propped up onto broad shoulders, Beel’s breath blowing hot on the space in between.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can hold back.  I’m just…so famished, so desperate to taste you again—”

His words cut off in a low growl as he presses his lips to your folds, saliva dripping from his mouth mixing with the juices that already painted a glistening sheen on pink flesh.  You fight to bite back a moan at the vehemence of his hunger, the sheer greed of his tongue — flicking at your clit until your back arched off the table, heralding the arrival of the cream that leaked only to be swept up by Beel licking from end to end of that swollen seam.  And when that still wasn’t enough, you nearly swooned to feel that serpentine tongue penetrate, reaching depths that surely only a demon would be able to achieve as Beel sought out more of your flavour.

He buries his face deeper into your pussy, nose nudging your clit as arousal smeared over the entirely of his visage.  The vibrations of his voice further stimulates your locus of pleasure, punctuating the lewd, wet sounds when he says:

“You smell so delicious.  All the time.  And tonight, when you stepped out of the shower…I couldn’t take it, not with the way your scent flooded my senses.  I had to leave or else…this would happen.”

“Oh Beel…you should’ve told me sooner.”  

Mind lost in a haze of lust and body boneless from riding out wave after climatic wave, you reach down a trembling hand without thinking, fingers innocently tracing along the smooth ridges of the onyx horns that lay against your abdomen.

Suddenly, his breath hitches at your touch and the Sixth Prince of Hell is throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a moan loud and deep enough to reverberate off stone walls, clattering stacks of dishes in cupboards and making you come once more — legs convulsing upon his shoulders as you feel a preponderance of fluid gush forth from your body right into Beel’s waiting mouth.

The pleasure was such that you’ve never known before, so good that surely, it must be bad in some way, shape or form.  But you hadn’t the energy to ponder further.  

No, the only thing you’re aware of when your vision goes black is that Beel’s mouth is still on you, feasting upon a pussy that continued to respond to the teasing movements of his lips and tongue even as you ceased to think.

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Cheddar.  Pickles.  Ketchup and mustard.

The smell is what rouses you, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw when you awoke in your own bed: mountains of cheeseburgers arranged on platters filling up every available surface in the room you shared with Beel.

“You can sleep for longer if you want.  I told Lucifer you’d be skipping class today because you’re not feeling well.  Are you…feeling well?”

Beelzebub lifts his head from where it’d been resting at the side of your bed, the rest of his body laid out on the floor as if he were guarding you like an oversized dog.  Those puppy dog eyes, full of concern, didn’t help his case either.

“I’m fine, Beel.  Better than fine, actually.  I feel fantastic!”  You smile, moving to sit up in bed.  The demon springs from the ground, putting an arm around your shoulders to help prop you up, and your heart can’t help but warm at how protective he was being.

He breathes, relief flooding those handsome features.  “I’m glad.  I was afraid I lost control last night and had to carry you back.  You were just…so tasty and…satisfying…”  

Those amethyst eyes glint as they travel to the apex of your thighs, and all of a sudden, he is grabbing at those human world cheeseburgers, shoving them into his mouth two at a time.

“Have some,” he says between bites.  “They’re my favourite and I thought you might like them too.  Besides, you need to eat if you’re gonna keep up your energy.”

You reach towards the nearest platter, taking one for yourself.  “Energy for what?”

Beel looks at you, expression completely serious when he says, “For the next round tonight.”

Throb.

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[bonbonthedragon]

Can I request class 1 a had a movie night. Bakugo tries to drop subtle hints to the reader like sitting next to them, putting arm behind them etc., then when it’s over Bakugo comes to the readers door confesses then it ends in cuddle time ✨ or something else time 👀 up to you ‼️

Oooff courseeee :)))))) enjoyyyyy :))))

Note: I made it part two to this so I hope you don’t mind :)

Not my image!

Since meeting you that day, bakugou had been visiting more often. Whether it be purposely letting deku beat him up to get his hero items fixed or just stopping by and giving you some excuse like he needed to get away from the extras. You didn’t seem to mind his company, voicing your concerns though about how beat up his support items were getting, but other wise becoming friends with the blond. It had been a good month of this before Shinsou invited you too Denki’s movie night with his friends at the theater. Of course you accepted, it sounded like fun and the violennet had a good point about taking a break from your work and be a normal person for once. Plus, bakugou would be there.

—

“Hah? The fuck? No. Go away, I’m busy”

“Doing what???” Denki arched a brow “being lazy? Your just sitting on the couch on your phone” he stated

That’s when kirishima came into the commons, your voice ringing through the phone, making Katsuki’s ears perk “yeah I’m coming.” You said, hearing you move around on the FaceTime call “what should I wear though? Is it casual?”

“Yeah” the red chirped, going toward the kitchen and taking a water out of the fridge “just the movies, we got permission from Aizawa”

“Alrighty, then yeah I should make it. See you soon!” Then you hung up

“Oi” bakugou barked and they looked over at him “what time?”

The boys smirked at each other

—

“Hey dunce face! If y’er gonna put butter on the popcorn then don’t drown it!”

“Hey Bakugou”

The ash-blond froze, already feeling himself fight back a stutter “w-what the hell y-you want short stacks?” He tried to scowl, glad that his back was turned and still paying the cashier

You came up next to him, leaning over the counter as you watched him fiddle with the bills and counted “nothing. Glad you came, thought I would have to be stuck with a sleeping shinsou shinsou next to me” then you watched him grab his candy, smiling “hey, Mr. KitKat got a KitKat”

Katsuki could already feel his cheeks begin to heat. Fuck feelings. He rolled his eyes “tch, whatever, seems like a you problem” and he walked off, drink and candy in hand.

You hummed at that, ordering your snack too and quickly following back behind him. You immediately went to his side, bumping him playfully as you passed and caught up with shinsou. What were your doing? Making him feel these things. Kirishima whistled at him as she joined by him, making the blond ‘tch’ and help open the door and into the theater room. When he got in stupid deku was next to you, basically talking your ear off as he showed you a picture of something on his phone. Scowling, he quickly passed Kirishima and went up the steps and to the row.

“Move unless you want to die” katsuki said blankly at his friend

The boy blinked at him and looked around for other seats, the others all waving for him to just join him so they could watch this go down. He stuttered an apology and got up, bowing his head to you before going up to join uraraka. Bakugou muttered a ‘stupid nerd’ under his breath as he set down his things and sat down next to you.

You went into your bag and brought out a blanket, looking over to Bakugou who looked at you with a raised eyebrow “wanna share?”

He squinted at you, having to thank the dark threat for his flushed face. Grunting in response, you shrugged and took it as a yes, going to throw some of it on him and get comfy. His body tensed, your scent engulfing him as he felt his body relax. The blond dared to glance at you, who was on your phone and popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth as you waited for the movie to start.

He cleared his throat, looking back to his friends, who were all leaning on the edge of their seat just watching the rare event. He scoffed, glaring at them and turning around just to sink into the seat and get comfy.

...

Soon into the movie you were closer to him, leaning more toward his side, having your knees up to your chest. He couldn’t lie that his heart was racing to the speed of light, your arm brushing against his and sharing the same warmth under the blanket. The aspiring hero hadn’t been able to focus on anything’s else. Maybe you liked him back? He only hoped so.

Glancing at you, he looked away as he slithered his arm from out of the blanket and lazily, but casually, around you, just resting on the chair head. With that, you managed to get closer, offering him more blanket now that there was room and he accepted by pulling it toward him.

...

“Hey dumbass,” he nudged his shoulder up “the movies over” he said a bit more softly, looking at your sleepy face. You mumbled out something he couldn’t understand, stirring awake slowly as he carefully got up, trying not to disturb you and let you wake up “come on, everyone’s leaving” he said again, taking the blanket and throwing it over his shoulder, along with stashing the trash in the popcorn cup. As he did so, you sat up and rubbed your eyes, yawning and nose scrunching in the cutest way.

“Already?”

“Yeah, didn’t miss much though. Those extras picked a shitty movie.”

You hummed, stretching your arms and standing, bakugou waiting “thanks for letting me sleep on you, your comfy” you grinned, making him curse the now turned on theater lights “think I’m going to go back to bed when I get back to my dorm”

“That’s what you get for over working yourself.”

“It’s what I get for doing two early projects, yes, but now I get nap time when ever. Does the great KitKat not like naps?”

He rolled his eyes “stop calling me that, and no, there fine but I don’t fucking doze off every second like you.”

“Ooo kitkats got claws.” You joked, taking the blanket from him and in your arms “are you grumpy cause you didn’t nap yet?”

He tried so hard not to smile, because for some fucking reason you were the only extra who could make him feel anything but mad. Even with stupid comments like that his heart warmed, just making him want to let out this giddiness he didn’t know he had. Starring at you blankly, you shrugged and giggled.

“I’m kidding, I hope you go to bed early though. I heard aizawa worked you guys hard today and everyone seems pretty beat.” Still getting no response, you went ahead and began out of the theater, him not too far behind.

He didn’t want this night to be over, it was going so well. It only hit him when the cool wind stung his face, outside with everyone crowding around and walking back. The whole time you stayed next to him, your blanket around your shoulders to shield you from the cold as you reached campus. That’s when everyone went their separate ways, you were in the support course so of course you had a completely different building. So when they all reached the pasty and his class went left, he stood there with you silent.

“Well,” you broke the quiet “I’ll see you Monday, yeah? I’ll look at your boots again if you want me too, I’m sure I can do something about the front, maybe add a steel toe for safety.” You shrugged again “I need to fix my goggles first, apparently I got to close to the torch flame ant the metal melted a bit” you chuckled, hand going to the back of your neck.

It became awkwardly quieter again, bakugou unable to find anything to say as he just stared at you. Shinsou was waiting just some feet away, and his own friends weren’t far behind. So he just looked at you and looked away, turning and going to join kirishima. You stood there completely dumbfounded, a bit hurt that he never said anything else and just went back and to shinsou.

“Man that’s it?” kirishima whined “go walk her back!”

“The hell, why? She has puppet freak to to that.”

The red sighed “I mean, I think you just lost your chance. Weren’t you having fun tonight, yo two were pretty close”

Katsuki only huffed and walked ahead. Whatever.

—

Stupid brain. Stupid heart. Stupid feelings. Kirishima, he hated to admit, was right, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Damn weird hair. Fucking hell. He glanced at his clock again, 11:38, ah fuck it.

...

KitKat- oi

Y/n: 👀

KitKat- open your door before I get caught

Y/n- wut 😮 really

He snorted at your response, hearing you move around on the other side before the knob turned. And shit, there go his nerves. You just had to open the door in the cutest way, rubbing sleep out of your eyes, large t-shirt and sweats on and lips pouty.

“Bakugou? Everything okay?” You asked drowsily

he bit the inside of his cheek, looking away to fight off the red creeping up his face “y-yeah, I’m fine”

“How’d you get in here? And know where my room was?”

“Puppet freak let me in and walked me over to your room”

“Shinsou? Oh” there wasn’t many support kids, so when they made the dorms, they put some of the support students in the general dorms “that’s was nice, but why so late” you yawned

he gulped, trying to get to his next words “I-...I couldn’t- um....” he clenched his fist together in frustration “tonight I-I had fun, and uh” he brought a hand to the back of his neck, still refusing to meet your eyes “it ended too soon...”

“Oh”

Oh. Oh? God what the hell was he suppose to say. He couldn’t even be upset because he started this conversation, and by god he was going to say what needed to be said “I um...I think I li—...I think like...like you...a lot”

It was your turn to blush , but a knowing smile creeping to your face as you understood how difficult this was for him.

“Look- if you don’t-mmph!”

Suddenly you kissed him, on your tippy toes and hand on his cheek. It was too soon, but you pulled away and smiled. He searched your eyes, his skin bright red but ignoring it, grabbing your waist and pulling you in for another. You melted into it, realizing from his lips hesitating against yours that this just might be his first kiss. Taking the lead, you wrapped your hands around his neck, getting him closer and opening your mouth ever so slightly to give him access. Feeling his hands tremble, his going slowly went in and you hummed in appreciation, his hands going to relax on your hips and lean in further. You groaned against him, trying to boost his confidence which didn’t seem to work, he was still too flustered. So you pushed your tongue in and rubbed the back of his neck, him letting you explore and teach him and he almost moaned into it at the new feeling. Pulling away, a trail of saliva connected you two, bakugou trying to catch his breath from lack of experience and have his eyes stare off into yours.

“I don’t like you” you said, and could visibly see him still “I love you” you smiled

He gulped loudly, stuttering, suddenly finding himself with a new sensation and feeling stuck. His hands stayed on your hips, clenching the material of your sweats as you could feel him tremble a bit. So cute, you though, the great bakugou Katsuki so flushed from one kiss.

“Wanna come in?” You suggested, making him choke a bit, so you reassured him, trying not to scare the boy “I’m doing a marvel marathon, I promise I won’t fall asleep again” you snorted, hands going down to fiddle with his shirt “you could spend the night, so you don’t get caught and leave before anyone wakes up? I could..teach you more.” You suggested.

Bakugou, ex-stopped working. Yeah, he’s gotten through being kidnapped, villain attacks and more, but never had he felt so...unprepared? No, he had never dated anybody. No he’s never had a proper crush. Yes this was his first kiss, but fuck did it feel nice, especially with you. And the thought of being with you was amazing and maybe doing more of that, made his heart flutter in excitement. He nodded “yeah, sounds...fine” he grumbled, pouting and looking off again.

Giggling, you took his hands and led him in your room, where you two eventually cuddled...and maybe taught him a thing or two about making out.

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