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Thinking about little nerd! Leviathan being so obsessed with you. It takes him so long to finally muster up the courage to finally ask you out; it’s the basic rom-com confession, “I’ve been watching you for awhile,” bullshit, except you knew even before he even realized he had feelings. He wasn’t subtle ‘bout it at all- all following you around when he thought no one could see, or simply staring at you absentmindedly during lectures, face a lil flushed as he presses his meaty thighs closed to hide the sporting erection <3

He just reeks of a virgin, probably doesn’t even know how to jack off properly despite already being in college; an innocent boy who’s whole world revolved around books up till now. Probably gets all hard from simple kisses, barely notices how his hips stutter and grind against your leg as you push your tongue in his mouth. His brain gets all mushy foggy and his eyes fill pretty crystal tears <3

asmodeus really likes to touch you whenever you guys are together or having sex such as groping or sucking your breasts, and putting his hands on your hair but today was different. he was misbehaving and throwing shitty comments and looks all day to you. such as judging what you’re wearing, ordering you around, giving you glares and more. you really thought he’s just playing with you, trying to be annoying so you would give him attention but you were wrong. he had a really bad day so he’s letting it out on you without a reason. and that results to punishing him with his worst nightmare. “fuck— m’sorry please- i want to touch youuu-! won’t do it again! please hah- let me!” asmo cries out trying to reach you like a fucking baby but he had his wrist tied up on the headboard preventing him.

he’s so desperate for you. tear stained, quivering lips, body covered in sweat, squirming all over the place as you ride him in a painfully slow pace. lightly toying his nipples and pulling them and twisting them. he’s so fucked out trying to bargain, beg, make you feel bad but it won’t work for you. he was the purpose on why you did this anyway. and you can’t do him right for his wrongs.

Request from: katsukisimpsblog <3

Or if not could you do a kiribaku x fem reader where the reader has been super busy with test studies and had been cramming constantly, not giving her boyfriends any attention. Bakugo is ofc like "you've been home for four hours and not once. NOT ONCE HAVE YOU TRIED TO CUDDLE ME. I WANT MY FUCKING CUDDLES" Kirishima has to calm him down but eventually they convince the reader to take a break and they end up cuddling and bakugo falls asleep hugging her side and Kirishima and the reader talk abt him and how much he's changed since high school.

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Warnings: None, just fluff and reader stressing.

A/Notes. (notes)

I’m pretty positive I’m sick and I feel like shi- crap :D but I love writing so here I am at 6:30 am writing and I want Kastu :( This was very fun to write and thank you to @atsukisimpsblog for this request! Also, I added in your line about Bakugo wanting cuddles! I hope that’s fine, I wanted to include your piece into the story :)

(y/n = Your name, n/n = nickname)

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It was currently 10 p.m. and what were you doing instead of sleeping and relaxing with your needy boyfriends? You were studying. You hated studying unless it was absolutely necessary, you wouldn’t bat an eye towards those damn textbooks. But still, the world still spins and so does life go on. Meaning you had to study for the big upcoming exams. This wasn’t the first time this week that you were up late cramming in studies. You’ve been doing it for almost an entire week and to be frank you were completely exhausted but not burnt out yet. That's the last thing you needed, was to be burnt out by your studies, only to absolutely bomb your test.

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Due to a humans life cycle, the heats happen yearly, only lasting about a week or two. They are intense though and Solomon has made a point to keep track of it, demons and angels can tell he’s about to go into heat before he can.

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

maybe i can make them work??

they’re in the same order as the original btw

https://www.bryndonovan.com/2015/04/10/master-list-of-gestures-and-body-language-for-writers/

https://translation.babylon-software.com/

https://www.onelook.com/

https://owlcation.com/humanities/400-Alternative-words-for-said

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“Look…I’d be more than thankful if you weren’t such an asshole all of the time. Then I might reconsider helping you,” the villain suggested. As if to underline that statement, each finger on his right hand tapped the table’s surface successively.

It looked so smooth.

“You’re adorable,” the hero answered, looking him up and down. He looked bored. But he also avoided eye contact. “And your threats are even more so. Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t asking you to help me. It’s an order, my love.”

“See? That’s what I mean. Your ego is so huge, it’s exhausting. I’m just doing my job and you burst in and command and want me to do what you want,” the villain said. Now, he looked annoyed. Still cute but also annoyed. No eye contact, though. Luckily, the hero knew exactly how to fix that.

“Up until now you’ve fulfilled every wish I had…” They smiled at their villain lovingly. He was handsome. Especially when he was flustered.

“You’re toying with me,” he said.

The hero’s brain stopped working for a second. They didn’t know if there was an answer for that. They sincerely didn’t want the villain to feel like this.

Hell, they didn’t mean it like this. Yes, of course, they asked the villain for a lot of favours but that was because they liked them. The hero had other connections. They could get their answers with one phone call but they chose the villain.

“Do you feel like that?” the hero asked, controlling every inch in their body to prevent their frustration from coming through. The sadness buried underneath it was too fragile to think about.

“Most certainly.”

The hero sighed. Loudly.

“…I’m sorry. I never mean it like that. I should’ve made it more clear…” They stood up from their chair opposite to the villain and sat down on the villain’s lap. Much too amused, they observed the blush on his cheeks. He still didn’t look at them and he obviously didn’t know what to do with his hands. He had no other choice but to touch their legs.

“You’re a good boy, you know?”

The question caught him off guard, the hero could tell. Because he finally looked at them, eyes large, pupils dilated.

“I— uhm…” he stammered, his fingers subconsciously digging into the hero’s thighs.

“Let’s make a deal. You’re a good boy and give me the info I need so desperately and then we’ll go on a date.”

The villain’s jaw dropped slightly. He stared at the hero as if they were crazy.

“Really? Date?”

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“Look…I’d be more than thankful if you weren’t such an asshole all of the time. Then I might reconsider helping you,” the villain suggested. As if to underline that statement, each finger on his right hand tapped the table’s surface successively.

It looked so smooth.

“You’re adorable,” the hero answered, looking him up and down. He looked bored. But he also avoided eye contact. “And your threats are even more so. Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t asking you to help me. It’s an order, my love.”

“See? That’s what I mean. Your ego is so huge, it’s exhausting. I’m just doing my job and you burst in and command and want me to do what you want,” the villain said. Now, he looked annoyed. Still cute but also annoyed. No eye contact, though. Luckily, the hero knew exactly how to fix that.

“Up until now you’ve fulfilled every wish I had…” They smiled at their villain lovingly. He was handsome. Especially when he was flustered.

“You’re toying with me,” he said.

The hero’s brain stopped working for a second. They didn’t know if there was an answer for that. They sincerely didn’t want the villain to feel like this.

Hell, they didn’t mean it like this. Yes, of course, they asked the villain for a lot of favours but that was because they liked them. The hero had other connections. They could get their answers with one phone call but they chose the villain.

“Do you feel like that?” the hero asked, controlling every inch in their body to prevent their frustration from coming through. The sadness buried underneath it was too fragile to think about.

“Most certainly.”

The hero sighed. Loudly.

“…I’m sorry. I never mean it like that. I should’ve made it more clear…” They stood up from their chair opposite to the villain and sat down on the villain’s lap. Much too amused, they observed the blush on his cheeks. He still didn’t look at them and he obviously didn’t know what to do with his hands. He had no other choice but to touch their legs.

“You’re a good boy, you know?”

The question caught him off guard, the hero could tell. Because he finally looked at them, eyes large, pupils dilated.

“I— uhm…” he stammered, his fingers subconsciously digging into the hero’s thighs.

“Let’s make a deal. You’re a good boy and give me the info I need so desperately and then we’ll go on a date.”

The villain’s jaw dropped slightly. He stared at the hero as if they were crazy.

“Really? Date?”

particularly from you.

it all started when you first met the man—after you'd been hired at the ground zero agency to work down in its support lab. he didn't do the hiring, just cleared your papers, so you didn't actually see him throughout the entire process. not that you were complaining, of course. you'd heard stories of lord explosion murder king death god dynamite and well, they didn't quite paint him in a... positive light.

you met the other heroes running the agency over the first few weeks you were there, all of them assuring you that it was fine to address them by their actual names. they popped in and out of the support lab to drop off their suits that needed repairing after tough patrols or missions. you ranked them in your head based on how often their gear was damaged.

kaminari was at the top—he came down more often than not to drop off his busted shooters. you noticed he flirted with you quite a lot whenever he was around and liked to linger in the lab to avoid his paperwork responsibilities. sometimes you wondered if he damaged his stuff on purpose just as an excuse to come talk to you.

next was kirishima, though you gave him a pass since his quirk required him to physically put himself in the path of danger for anyone. he was a delight to talk to and never seemed to run out of conversation topics. he also sometimes snuck you some snacks on days you worked really long shifts.

tied for third place were sero and ashido. they'd made it a competition once you'd told them their ranking in your little mental system, but they were still neck-to-neck even after all this time. there was a point where they'd started sabotaging each other, but you shut that down real quick—you didn't want more work, thank you very much. still, ashido was great to talk to whenever you wanted the daily agency gossip, and sero was pretty fun when he wasn't pranking you.

and way, way at the bottom... was dynamite. you didn't see him around the lab too often—maybe because his suit didn't get roughed up much, which you guessed was likely seeing that he was the number two hero and all. he had to be good at his job, right? or maybe he went down for repairs whenever you were off duty or something. you didn't know and honestly, you didn't care all too much.

still, it was only inevitable that you would eventually meet dynamite.

Over the past few months you’ve dated the hero, getting to understand him and his peculiar way of dealing with certain situations and emotions has been the hardest yet the most beautiful time of your life.

But to be honest… you’re so fucking confused right now.

Here you sit in his car, colder than eskimo pussy might you add, cross legged with a fluffy blanket in the passenger seat as you eat takeout from both of your favourite fast food restaurant. With the engine off, of course. He’s a pro hero, obsessed with your safety! What kind of heathen do you think he is? Tch.

The radio is on, but quiet as pedestrians shopping for gifts pass by a few metres away from where you’re parked. With the same old Christmas songs playing, it’s not like you need to turn it up to sing along anyway. You don’t stop yourself when the upbeat melodies begin to rise from your chest. You check to see if Bakugo minds your humming, he doesn’t.

Something is so totally off about this, you think to yourself as you people-watch along with him. You window shop from afar and hold back an excited sigh, maybe he’d think you were pathetic if you voiced your love for the annual Christmas decorations put up around the city.

Shuffling in your seat, careful not to knock any food out of your lap, you shovel another french fry into your mouth.

Now, normally, your boyfriend is all for keeping things clean and tidy even when it comes down to the most unnoticeable shit. In fact, you’ve never eaten in the car with him, you always thought it was off the table completely.

Thoughts like what if I accidentally drop a fry down the side of my seat and he has to clean up after me and oh my god if I spill this sauce I’m dead race through your mind whilst you slyly turn and watch him for a moment.

He’s grumpy as all hell, for sure, but if you said this man isn’t beyond what the word enthralling entails? You’d be a stone cold liar. The early, winter moonlight casts shadows over the left side of his face, letting the right side bathe in the pearlescent glow as he surveys his view from behind the windscreen.

It’s only when you just catch the angle of his head change for him to look your way that you snap out of a loving daze and instead train your eyes upon the tasty fry he picks up from a box on the dashboard. You stop humming.

“Uh, Katsuki?” You ask hesitantly, rather perturbed by the slight hint of a genuine smile on his face.

“Mm?”

It’s like your entire world’s spinning comes to a forced halt when he places his own fry into your mouth, making your next words muffled as you chew.

“Why are you shmiling?”

“Shmiling.”

You playfully roll your eyes at his response. He’s HIM, who are you to assume he won’t poke fun at you any chance he gets? Even if it’s just repeating one silly word.

“Yes, shmiling.”

Your cheeky boyfriend chuckles half-assedly, his lips are probably numb due to the cold.

You almost lose yourself in the way his eyes show off a glint of excitement whilst he focuses into the distance, along with the reflection of brightly coloured string lights and neon signs from store displays and even different apartments.

He sees that there’s no more food left in his or your boxes so he collects them whilst speaking, preparing to get out and trash them.

“Dunno… Christmas, I guess. I was lookin' at all the flashy shit in the windows, and the snow… it reminds me of when I was a kid.” Bakugo’s eyebrows raise with sincerity.

You’re shocked, to say the least.

“Really?”

He doesn’t stop there either, resting an arm across the back of your headrest once he’s collected all the leftover packaging and placed it aside for a moment. You smile at his hand brushing away the crumbs from your blanket like it’s second nature.

“N' don’t get me started on snowball fights. I could beat any extra’s ass with only, like, two of 'em.” He reveals to you with so much expression in his words, a few hand gestures too. You’ve never seen him so… comfortable?

You listen intently to him, like every single thing he’s saying is a secret for you only. Well, that’s how he sees it right now anyway, Kirishima wouldn’t be caught on the brink of death holding classified information like this.

Bakugo seems to lose himself to your open ears and heart, finding comfort in your reactions to his storytelling and confessions. Bringing up how “the Christmas tree at home makes him nostalgic” and (bashfully) that “he’s kept the gifts he received from his classmates in UA” then finally—

“You. And you…”

You, enchanted by his gorgeous face and amused greatly by the thought of your beloved Katsuki tear-assing about in the snow as a kid, hardly register his words until a few seconds pass.

“Me?” You must look stupid, asking so many questions, blunt ones at that.

Your hero’s cheeks puff out a breathy snigger, he’s clearly unable to hold back his laughter with this dumb ass look on your face.

Leaning in closer to your reddened ear (you’re definitely just cold, not embarrassed at all), he whispers gruff and adoringly: “Mhm, all this festive, wintery Christmas shit was fun before you came along,”

You scoff playfully at his choice of words and Bakugo presses the sweetest, most loving kiss upon your cold cheek, simultaneously covering the back of your smaller hand with his own warmer one, rubbing his thumb up and down.

Is the heater on all of a sudden?

“But now that I got you here with me, it’s my favourite holiday.”

IS IT JUST YOU OR IS IT HOT IN HERE?

“Even if your quirk doesn’t get along with the cold?”

As a kid, he loved to pop up behind you, out of bushes, around corners, just to hear you shriek and then he’d run off laughing. Tug on your hair until you’d bat at him.

As a teen, he was no better, galloping his horse entirely too close to you as he passed, jamming a chair in front of your door so you were late to the lessons you shared with him.

And as an adult? God, he was insufferable. His pranks weren’t so physical anymore, not aiming to make you shriek. He just liked bothering you, loved getting a rise out of you as you tried to study, his heavy boots sprawled across your desk as he sat in your chair. He loved your sharp tongue, grinning widely when you’d mutter our complaints over being his advisor one day.

You never understood why the women around the palace and kingdom fawned over him. Sure, he was handsome, with his golden skin and blonde locks and eyes the color of your favorite wildflowers… but he was an ass, and you both knew it.

But despite all his torturing and pestering, you never fought back, a fact that had him amping up his antics, getting bolder.

It’s how you end up in your current situation, pinned up against a shelf in the library, Bakugou’s hulking figure closing you in as he smirks down at you. He’s entirely too close, and you hold a book clutched to your chest to try and create a sort of barrier between you and his roaming gaze.

He looks entirely too comfortable like this, licking his lip before he speaks, his voice low and teasing. “Yknow my parents keep telling me that eventually I’ll have to settle down and start producing heirs. As my future advisor, I think it’s only fair you help me practice, for the good of the kingdom.”

Your eyes widen and cheeks heat at what he’s suggesting, and panic trips in your chest as he begins to lean in closer. You react without thinking, lifting the heavy book in your hands and swinging.

You didn’t really mean to hit him, only hoping that he’d dodge the swipe, but there’s a harsh smack as the leather makes contact with his cheek and his face is shoved sideways.

You gasp, the book dropping from your grasp with a clatter as your hands cover your mouth in horror, already babbling out apologies as he straightens, rubbing his cheek.

You can’t see his face from this angle, but you can see all your hard work and parent’s legacy crumble before your very eyes, sure that you’ve doomed your entire family with one accidental strike.

Tears begin to bubble at your lashline, blurring your vision as he turns to face you. You’re quick to cover your face, horrified to let him see you like this. You jump when a hand circles around your wrist and tugs it down, calloused from years of wielding a sword.

A moment later, he’s pressing the book back into your hand, quiet as you stare up at him in surprise, lip wobbling. He’s still silent as he cups your cheek, swiping away a tear that’s rolling down your skin, and you’re surprised to see that his ruby eyes are gentle, a sharp contrast to the usual glint he usually dons when looking at you.

“Shouldn’t tease you so much, ‘m sorry,” he murmurs, and your mouth falls open in surprise at his apology, especially since you can already see his cheek purpling where you hit him.

Chapter 2: how far are we to paradise

Fic: let me blur your lines

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Author: Koumine [AO3] [masterlist] Rating: E

Summary [ch 2]: You and Simeon take a day trip just outside of the Devildom Capitol, hiking into the plains of wild purple grass.

Content tags [ch 2]: dom!Reader x sub!Simeon, GN AFAB race neutral Reader, clothed sex, outdoor sex, lots of neck kissing, frottage, dirty talk, begging, angelic multiple orgasms, holding Simeon down, pet names, aftercare, worldbuilding.  MC’s genitalia is referred to as their cunt.

Excerpt [ch 2]: [rated E below the cut]

Simeon heaves a dramatic sigh.  “I’m bored,” he says again.  And he rolls over and sprawls across your lap, hands on your thighs and getting all up in your space, making your heart jolt unevenly in your chest.  “Entertain me!” he demands, with a bright eyed little grin. And oh.  There’s something the two of you could do together.   You keep your cool, even with your pulse ratcheting up with a racing eagerness, even as he leans in so close that you’d barely have to move to claim him with a kiss. “Entertain you, hmm?” you drawl. “Yes, didn’t you hear me?” Simeon says, more than a little insolently.  He’s really learning how to be a brat lately.  You love it. All you have to do, though, is tilt your head a little and give him a look, the one that says I know what you want, I know all your secrets, I know just how easy it is to make you scream.  I know exactly how deep your perversion goes, because I’m the one who taught it to you.

I can’t get enough of that man 😩

[M4F] Arranged

[Script Fill] [Prince VA x Royal Listener] [Arranged Marriage First Night] [Cunnilingius] [Blow Job] [Creampie] [L-Bombs] [Body Worship]

[Part 2]

[Two Months Later] [Plot Revealed] [Anger] [Gentle FDOM] [Handjob] [Tied Up] [Msub] [Creampie] [L-Bombs] [English Accent]