#my scribbles💚

[featherstreams]

Tricks, T-Poses, and Tickles

Summary: Kirishima and Kaminari see a fun ticklish trick online and decide to try it out on Bakugou. He could use a smile after all! (Based on this video, can't find the original)

Lers: Kirishima, Kaminari

Lee: Bakugou

Word Count: 1,104

Warnings!: Cursing (it's Bakugou sooo)

Notes: Presentingggg... My first published tickle fic! I had a lot of fun writing this!! This scenario has been stuck in my head for months😅 I hope you enjoy!!💚

~ Part Two ~

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"This is stupid."

"Come on, Bakubro! I know you'll love it!" Kirishima replied enthusiastically to Bakugou's disgruntled words.

"The fuck do you mean I'll love it? I'm not letting you stick some dumb piece of wood... Where do you even want to put it?"

Kirishima had to wack Kaminari, who was standing dutifully beside him, to stop him from saying whatever dumb comeback he knew the electric hero was planning. If they wanted this to work, they needed Bakugou not to explode Kaminari first.

The two friends had seen the idea on TikTok the other day and both immediately wanted to try it out. It wasn't difficult to come to the conclusion that they wanted Bakugou to be their victim. All they needed to do was convince the angry blonde to let them get through the first step of this.

"It goes through the arms of your shirt," Kaminari said with a grin, holding up the broomstick pole they'd found around back near the trash, since it was missing the actual broom part on one end. It was perfect for their plan. "It's this strength test we found online. The way the pole holds your arms makes it really hard to break it!"

"Only a few skilled people have managed to do it!" Kirishima cut in with a shark toothed grin. "We thought you could do it too! Unless you aren't up for the challenge?"

And just like Kirishima expected, that hooked the interest of their hotheaded friend, and he knew Bakugou was on board.

"Hah?!" Bakugou boomed, palms flickering. "Of course I'm up for your shitty challenge! Do it!"

Kirishima and Kaminari shared knowing grins. Kaminari passed the pole to Kirishima, who stepped forward to his other blond friend.

“Awesome man! You just gotta raise your arms so I can put this through. Straight up, there you go, like that!" He grinned and stepped around to push the pole through the sleeve of Bakugou's raised right arm. With a bit of maneuvering, it slid all the way through to the other side, slightly visible through the opposite sleeve. Bakugou stood there now, t-posed, looking his new position over with a calculated, slightly disgruntled expression.

"Perfect!" Kaminari exclaimed as Kirishima stepped back. "Can you move?"

Bakugou shifted on his feet, flexing his hands. He pulled, his arms visibly bulging against the sleeves, but they didn't move. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing.

"Damn it!" He growled, jerking his shoulders and twisting his arms.

"What's wrong?" Kirishima asked innocently with a mischievous grin. "Are you stuck?"

"I'm not fucking stuck!" Bakugou yelled, glaring at his arms. "I just gotta - Get the right angle, and-" he grunted, but still nothing.

"Hmm... I think he might be stuck. What do you think, Kirishima?" Kaminari asked, turning to his friend.

"I think he's stuck, Kaminari," Kirishima agreed, his tone exaggerated and cheery. Bakugou had frozen now, squinting at the two boys, who's tones had taken on a... suspicious note.

"Hmm... Maybe we should help him, then. What do you think?" Kaminari asked Kirishima again, who couldn't help but grin back.

"I think we should! After all, we can't just leave him like that, right? Who knows what some people might do while... he's in a position like that," Kirishima purred, now looking at the explosive hero.

"Touch me and die." Bakugou growled, expression the normal shade of angry. His cheeks were slightly pink, however, giving away his nerves. Kirishima merely smirked. A glance showed that Denki was doing the same.

Bakugou bolted.

Or, well... He tried. He didn't get very far due to the awkward upper body position and the fact that he'd worn socks on floors made for anything but. He skidded his way across the common room, running for the dorm area and the elevator- not that he knew what he'd do if he even made it- but an arm snaked around his waist and yanked him to an abrupt stop. He was caught. And then there were hands pinching up his sides, and Bakugou broke into immediate snickers.

"Stop- Kirishima, lehehet me g-go you- nahahaha!!" He tried to pull his arms to his sides to protect himself, but he was stuck fast, his elbows only managing a few inches towards the ground before being stopped by that blasted piece of wood in his sleeves.

The arm around his waist, Kirishima's arm, disappeared, but Bakugou couldn't run, legs too shaky from the ticklish attack. Kaminari had joined in now, and the two successfully tickled their victim to the floor.

Kirishima and Kaminari got the explosion boy on his back, and the redhead dutifully straddled him. Kaminari found a nice place behind him near Bakugou's kicking legs. Bakugou threw his head back against the floor, laughter overtaking him despite his obvious attempts to hold it back. This position was so vulnerable, and with Kirishima pinching along his ribs like that, and Kaminari now squeezing his thighs, oh god fuck-

"STAHAHAHA-! I'LL KILL YOUHUHU WHEN I GEHET OUT OF THIS YOU- NOHOHOHO FUHUHUCK!!"

"Wow, someone's looking a little ticklish," Kirishima teased, dancing his fingers in the spaces between Bakugou's ribs. This earned him a yelp and more laughter, bringing contagious giggles to the lips of the readhead as a result. Then Bakugou was snorting, his squirming picking up as Kaminari let out a giggle behind him.

"Kiri, look! I found a snort button!" Kaminari exclaimed. He gave Bakugou's upper thighs a few more firm squeezes, and Kiri was delighted when Bakugou once again delved into snorting laughter, head thrown back and nose scrutched in the most adorable way.

"Awww, how cute!" Kirishima cooed.

"IHIHIM NOT CUTE YOU LITTLE- NAAAHAHA NONONONOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!!" Bakugou squealed when Kirishima's devious fingers found his unprotected death spot between his ribs and his underarms, throwing him into shrieking laughter. The occasional snort broke through thanks to Kaminari's tickle work, earning fond smiles from both of his assailants each time.

This lasted for quite a few minutes, only interrupted at last after Kaminari got a flailing knee to the chin after activating his tickle shocks into the sensitive skin of Bakugou’s thighs.

"You okay, man?" Kirishima asked, looking over his shoulder with concern as Bakugou caught his breath underneath him, finally granted reprive.

"Fine, fine- ouch. Jeez, Bakugou, you pack a mean kick," Denki replied, massaging his jaw.

"Wehell, that's what you get for tickling me, dunce face!!" Bakugou snapped back, still breathless. "Get off of me shitty hair!! And get this fucking thing out of my shirt already! I've fucking got splinters from this stupid piece of wood."

"You're awfully bossy for someone in your position," Kirishima replied, raising a brow at the demands. "I don't think we've tickled him out quite yet, Kamibro."

"Apparently not! And anyways, I need a bit of revenge now that you've kicked me like that..." Kaminari said from behind, the smirk evident in his voice.

"What? You fuckers, touch me again and I'll kill yOU- NAHAHAHA WAHAIT NO NONO NOT AGAHAHAHAIN!! NOHOHOHAHAHA!!"

"Tickle tickle, Bakugou~"

Suffice to say, it was a good, long while before Bakugou was released from the two boys' tickly clutches, panting, red faced, and indeed finding splinters in his skin when the wood staff was finally removed from his shirt. The pair was both were well aware that they would be dying later on once their blond friend had regained his strength, but until then, at least they knew the trick had been a success.

#lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #ler!kirishima #ler!kaminari #bnha tickles #mha tickles #tickle content #tickle fic #tickle fluff #t word community #lee! bakugou #lee!bakugo #mha tickle #bnha tickle #bnha #mha #my scribbles💚 #my posts📫

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

assorted Qiblis <3

#IM LOVE HIM 💚💚💚 #hes good face practice #sandwings in general are good face practice. they got funky heads #my art #dragons #scribble salad #wof #wings of fire #qibli #sandwing #also ft scribbly winter & kinkajou

[kinstein-art]

toitls

#toitls!!!! #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #donnie rottmnt #leo rottmnt #raph rottmnt #mikey rottmnt #fanart #rottmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart #tmnt fanart #some scribblies of my boys 💚

[cgrian]

ID: digital fanart of Docm77 and Grian (MCYT) in the positions of the "I'll cut your throat, that'll shut you up!; You're beautiful," meme. Doc is angrily holding a knife to Grian's throat, and unlike the original meme, Grian says "lol do it" with a smug smile. End ID

#gridoc #grian x doc #doc x grian #hermitshipping #hermitship #knife cw #my drawing tablet is broken but i was determined 2 draw anyway lol #the pen pressure died + the cable disconnects if i rven Think about adjusting positions u_u i've had it since i was 12 ....... #i ordered a new one online 4 a good price so yippie ^__^ #gri scribbles #🌾💥 #💚🎲 #described

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

I pretty much don't care about tgcf at all, but I'm obsessed with how much you love your two little dudes. Please tell me about them.

asdsakj it's true, im always going on about them 🤣🤣

*autistic 8 yr old about to show u their pokemon cards voice*

OK SO these are my blorbos, they are called feng xin and mu qing, and most of the time they're like this:

they both love fighting and also looking after the crown prince but they don't really do that much anymore, except now they will since they're all friends, also they both protect the south and their believers fight each other over whose general is better (no one ever wins bc. both feng xin and mu qing are really rly cool and strong and powerful!!) they argue and fight a lot and i love that about them!! but ideally i would ALSO like more of this:

bc punching is fun but kissing is also good?? i think??? but yeah they are both dumb and clever and strong and insecure and hypocrites and cowards and brave and loyal and i love them. the end 😊😊😊

#birb answers an ask #what a fun ask!!! #thank u very much for the enrichment anon!!! #my enclosure has improved in quality by 100% ✨✨✨ #birb's doodles #i hope u don't mind that i added a couple scribbles there 😅 #(even tho i answered it silly i DO genuinely appreciate the ask!! thanks very much anon 💚) #fengqing

[tuxalfredo]

🎉🎉🎉

Happy got created for a 3 second frame shot day to Tomatoredd💙💜❤️💚

#*diagnoses with demigender* #this mf L Deathnote sits 24/7 no one can tell me otherwise #it's also Scribble Tom and Torms days of birth!!!!💙💜 #i didn't draw them tho cus lazy- #eddsworld #🍅redd #hc design #eddsworld tomatoredd #happy anniversary to the Spares eddisode💚 #my art #sketchy lil doodle piece:p #eddsworld fanart

[silverselfshippingchaos]

it's literally them

#ignore my five minute scribbles but. it is very much the key wives #ash rambles 💚 #also I forgot ash's armor but shhh. her design is pretty cool (if i do say so herself) #the main attraction is her long red coat! her and her best friend (eventually wife) are the red/blue couple #she really loves her coat! it was a gift from her adoptive dad! e.raqus! #in her first appearance she only wears one glove on her right hand #but she gets some very nasty burns on her hands while trying to save her best friend #(she fails. it really fucks her up. losing her bffs and her dad for a decade. shes all alone.) #so she has black bandages on her hands in all her appearances after b.irth b.y s.leep #it's not that the wounds havent healed—it's that she doesnt want to be reminded of how weak she is. how much of a failure she is #just a pathetic little girl who didnt deserve her title of Master anymore. she's very sad for that decade. it's bad. #eventually when she does reunite with her best friend shes scared to take the bandages off. a.qua shouldnt have to see that side of her... #a.qua tells her that theyve been best friends since they were kids. theres nothing to hide. #it's not until a.qua sees those hand scars that they begin to date. theyre childhood sweethearts! theyre very cute together!!! so gay!! #i love her sooo much! theyve got a lot of baggage with a.qua being trapped in the Realm of Darkness for a decade and Ash being all alone and #struggling with a horrible case of survivor's guilt but. they make it work. they always have ever since they were little kids. #i really like my k.h s/i!!! hope you like her too hehe! also her k.eyblade is green and red and silver and named Starfire #but yeah. red/blue couples for the win! especially when theyre a.qua/ash- #a.qua gets down on one knee a couple yrs after k.h3 and they get married a wee bit after that #their kiddo is super cool too! name is violet (she/they) and they're the coolest key kid on the block hehe! #anyways yeah. good morning-

[katz-cradle]

Hii I got bored and decided to remake old ocs I made when I was into gacha and try n make them real characters hehe so here's the start of that

Meet Kiwi, she's a Fashion designer who works with a popular celebrity (who will show up later)

Her personality; "Kiwi is a business first, everything else second type person, she's serious and not that talkative. She's a well known Fashion Designer and takes that very seriously, when not working though she's responsible but chill, seen as a “mom friend” to those who are close to her."

Apologies if it isn't the best heh I'm not good with characters, but I hope she's good enough, that's all enjoy :3

#kitty scribbles #oc #my oc #kitty's oc army #oc: kiwi 💚 #original character #old oc redesign #uh how 2 tag lol

[scribe-of-monsters]

Character is about to go through some major development, sitting here waiting to write the scene like *sniffles* they grow up so fast

#my boy 💚 #he's gettin his dose of plot-mandated trauma 💚 #scribble scribbles

[froggibus]

Corruption - Kol Mikaelson

Genre: smut/nsfw

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x f! reader (reader uses f! pronouns & has a pussy)

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: when you meet an original vampire at the Grill, the last thing you expect is to come home with him

CW: corruption, coercion, dubcon, blood drinking, seduction, use of good girl, praise, degradation, dry humping, nipple play, dom! kol, sub! reader, semi-innocent reader, riding, size diff if you squint (he's a big boy ong), creampie, unprotected sex (pls be smart lol)

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omg day one of kinktober, I’m so excited!! this is a bit of a curveball given I’ve never wrote about TVD on here but me and my bf were watching it and I’ve had absolute Kol brain rot lol.

also ow grand finals today!! ante up 💚

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Kinktober Masterlist

The usual hustle and bustle of the Grill fills your ears as soon as you push past the door. You have your apron thrown over your shoulder, attempting to tie up your hair and run to the back at the same time. 

You manage to make your way through the maze of tables without bumping into anyone, thankfully. You wrap the straps of your apron around your waist and clock in just as the clock strikes 4:30. 

“Close one.” Matt Donovan nudges your shoulder teasingly. 

You shrug him off, slinging a cloth over your shoulder. “Hey, some of us actually need to study.”

The blond rolls his eyes and heads to the sink. You clip a pen onto your waist and drop a pad of paper into your pocket, smoothing over your hair before heading onto the floor. The Mystic Grill opens at noon, but since you and Matt are in school, more often than not you find yourselves working later in the afternoon.

And with working late comes the drunken idiots and vampires. 

You’re on your way to clean tables when a rowdy group of men burst through the doors. Usually, you’d just roll your eyes and wait for them to settle before coming over. But something about this group just seems…different. Your mind practically screams vampire.

Aside from the fact that they’re so hot you would have noticed them before, their accents make it clear that they’re not from around here. A mix of a classic English accent with a hint of something else behind it, a hint of something more ancient. Another red flag.

You come to their table almost as soon as they’re settled, not wanting to keep them waiting too long. “Hi, welcome to The Grill. My name is y/n and I’ll be serving you today. Anything I can get you guys started with?”

The one in the suit speaks first. “A gin and tonic, please.”

You nod and scribble it down on your notepad, turning to the blond one in the center. “And for you?”

“Martini, love.”

On any other day, the pet name would make you roll your eyes, but you find yourself fighting the urge. There’s something electric in the air, something dangerous, and you don’t want to aggravate them.

The younger one on the end smirks at you, dark eyes raking over your figure. He’s by far the tallest and broadest of the group, muscled shoulders hidden underneath his brown jacket. You shiver beneath his gaze. 

“A negroni, darling.” He says casually, but there’s a hint of patronizing beneath. 

Unlike the blond man, the name doesn’t make you roll your eyes. There’s no bitter taste in your mouth—just the chill of something new.

“Right away.”

You overhear them laughing as you practically sprint to the back, your heart racing in your chest. You can feel eyes on you but you don’t dare turn around. By the time you’re out of sight, their laughter has faded to hushed whispers around the table.

Kol can’t help but glance at the swinging door that leads to the kitchen, waiting for his cute little waitress to emerge. The innocent air around you is intoxicating in itself, and he finds himself wondering how your blood would taste, and how pretty and wet you would look opened up in front of him.

He pushes the thoughts away once he feels his pants tightening.

You come back a few minutes later, their drinks piled on the tray in your hand. You place them on the table one at a time, starting with the man in the suit. He thanks you, and it’s clear he has the best manners of the three.

When you get to the last man, you have to lean in slightly to place the drink in front of him. As you get close, you can smell his cologne, like a combination of sandalwood and iron. The scent draws you in, and you have to force yourself away from him. 

Your body heats up and your heart pounds, voice shaking as you ask: “C-can I get you guys anything else?”

“No, love, I think we’re—”

He interrupts the blond one with a smirk, “hang on a minute, Niklaus. Maybe there’s something else I want from our pretty waitress.”

You swallow hard at the compliment. You don’t trust yourself to properly form words right now, so you simply nod at him and wait for him to speak.

“Hmm,” Kol picks up the menu and pretends to examine it. 

He knows he’s being cruel, but he can’t help it. He loves the sound of your racing heart, of the blood rushing through your veins. God, he’s so tempted to compel you to come and sit on his knee and offer him a drink. But compulsion is just too easy, and where’s the fun in that?

He looks up at you through his lashes. “What would you recommend, love?”

“Um,” you shift your weight from foot to foot, “I-I’m not too sure, what are you in the mood f-for?” 

You curse yourself for stuttering so much, but you’ve never felt like this before. It’s like all your senses are in overdrive, your body turning into an inferno. Just him looking at you is enough to turn you into a weak kneed mess.

Dark eyes look you up and down, that fucking smirk coming through again. “Something…sweet.”

“I-I can go get you the dessert menu.”

You don’t even wait for an answer before you’re practically running to the kitchen and gulping down half of your water bottle. You can hear them laughing once more, laughing at you, probably.

“You’re so cruel, brother,” Elijah scolds him.

Kol just shrugs and sips his martini. 

“You can’t exactly blame him, can you? She smells delectable.”

He freezes up at that. He’d almost forgotten for a second that his brothers could smell you too, and that if it came down to it, he would be last in line for a taste. No, he shakes his head. That simply won’t do. You’re his. 

“Ah, don’t worry little brother,” Klaus nudges his shoulder. “She’s all yours.”

Their conversation is interrupted when you come back, tail between your legs, with the dessert menu. You practically toss it on the table in front of them, refusing to make eye contact.

Kol resists the urge to laugh at your bashfulness. Your shy demeanor only makes him want you more, the alcohol just barely sating his need to lay you across the bar and fuck you then and there.

“On second thought,” Kol says after examining the menu, “I think I’ll wait til later.”

You nod and take the menu from him, your hand brushing his larger one. The contact sends sparks through your nerves, goosebumps forming on your arm. You make a blissful second of eye contact with him before scurrying off. 

—

Hours pass, and your shift is coming to an end. You managed to avoid that group for the rest of the night—Matt insisting on taking your shift so you don’t have to deal with what he calls the “Original” vampires. 

Of course, just as you’ve walked out of the back with your hair loose and your apron stuffed away in your bag, a familiar voice calls to you.

“Leaving so soon darling?”

You stop dead in your tracks. You’ve always ignored customers as soon as you got off the clock, only focused on getting out of the door and back to your house. But that electric feeling in the pit of your stomach is so strong that it compels you to turn around and face him.

He’s so much taller than you, so much broader than you. He’s standing so close that you can smell him and that you have to look up to meet his eyes.

“Well, my shift’s over and I-I should really go study, so…”

“What a shame,” he offers you a dazzling smile, eyes practically ignited while looking at you. “I was hoping I could entice you into a drink.”

“A drink?” You swallow hard, “with you?”

“Of course, unless there’s someone else?”

Something about the darkness that falls over his face when he says that tells you to tread lightly. That dangerous electricity is back, and it's holding you in place. You know you should go home, you should study and go to sleep and never speak to him again. But you can’t.

“No! There’s, uh, there’s nobody else.”

He offers you his hand. “So, a drink then? My place?”

You reach hesitantly to grab it, knowing those sparks are going to consume your body like kindle the minute you do. The palm of your hand touches his and you know there’s no going back.

Twenty minutes later and you’re sitting on his couch, sipping a vodka cranberry. Kol sits next to you, just close enough that he can feel the heat radiating off of you. Anytime he shifts or speaks, that sandalwood scent floods your nostrils and stirs something in the pit of your stomach. 

He gently sets a hand on your thigh, not missing how your blood pressure spikes. He inhales that sweet scent of your blood, now mixed with something else. Something that smells suspiciously like arousal.

“So, love,” he leans in closer, “how about a taste, hm?”

“A-a taste?” You can’t tell if he means a taste of your blood, or a taste of something else.

“Just a little, I promise it will be quick. It might even,” he lowers his voice, moving his lips closer to your soft neck, “feel good.”

His words have you clenching your legs, your pussy starting to ache from need. You’re sure he can smell it, with his super sense and all. His hot breath on the side of your neck already feels so good, you’re so tempted to let him drink from you. 

“O-okay.”

Kol almost moans at that alone. He lets his fangs pierce through his gums, dragging the sharp teeth across the most sensitive part of your neck. One of his big hands wraps around the base of your throat, holding you still.

The graze of his teeth against your skin has you softly whimpering, biting your lip to not make too much noise. Just the thought of him sinking his fangs into your skin and sucking the blood straight from your vein has you gushing, panties beyond ruined.

There’s a slight burn and then a sharp pain as his fangs sink into you. You whine and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stay still. You can feel the vibrations of him groaning at the taste, feel his fingers tapping against your throat. It’s almost overwhelming, the pain and pleasure combined.

“You’re being so good,” he mumbles into your skin, “such a good girl for me.”

You moan from his words. You are being a good girl, and god, it feels so good. He pulls away, keeping his hand on your neck. You shiver from the cold air on your warm skin, missing his touch.

He rubs his hand up and down your thigh. “That was very good, darling.” He gently squeezes your inner thigh, “do you want to keep being good for me?”

The offer is enticing, and despite having class tomorrow, you find yourself wanting to stay. Wanting to please him in any way he asks. 

“I-I have class tomorrow, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” You start to get off the couch, but just as you make it to your feet, he’s pressing himself against your back.

His hand squeezes the base of your throat, the other one rubbing your pussy through your jeans. “But didn’t it feel so good? I know you want more, love, I can smell it.”

You swallow, biting your lip to keep from moaning. His hands on you feel so good in themselves, and you wonder how other parts of him would feel. 

“Just a few more minutes, hm? Then you can go home, snug as a bug.”

“I-I’m not sure…”

“But doesn’t it feel so good, being my good girl?” He digs his hand into your clit as if to prove his point. He knows he’s won you over when he feels you start to soak through your pants. 

You sigh weakly, “okay, just a few more minutes.”

He guides you back to the couch, leaning over top of you. Your blood outlines his lips, his breath tasting like copper and liquor. He leans in, smashing his lips against yours. 

One of his hands moves down to dig into your waist, fingers gripping you so hard you’ll bruise. He forces his tongue into your mouth, running it across the backside of your teeth. 

You melt into his touch, letting him do whatever he wants.

His other hand snakes under your shirt, going to massage your chest. His cold fingers meet your overheating skin, pinching your nipple between them. You whine into his mouth, only granting him easier access to you. 

“You’re being such a good girl,” he moves his lips down your neck, “such a good slut for me.”

“‘m not a slut,” you whine, your back arching into him against your will. 

He pushes his knee between your legs, grinding it into you. The contact is all too much, and you’re hardly aware of the noises you’re making. Hardly aware of your own actions. 

“Not a slut,” he says breathlessly. “But you’re fucking yourself against my leg.” 

“I-I’m…” you trail off as you realize he hasn’t been moving his leg this whole time—you’ve just been grinding against him. 

There’s a wet spot forming on his jeans from where you were rubbing yourself, and hot shame floods your body. 

“I-I think it’s been more than a few minutes,” you go to stand but he tugs you into his lap. 

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself? Enjoying being my little slut?”

You only get wetter with his words, and sitting on his lap like this, you can feel the imprint of his hard cock through his jeans. You can’t help but rock against him, desperate for friction, desperate for anything. Maybe being his slut isn’t such a bad thing…

He tugs your shirt over your head while you move, giving himself easier access to your chest. He sucks dark marks into your neck, fingers playing with your nipples while you grind your pussy into his bulge. 

“Such a good little girl.” He groans, gripping your hips so he can grind against you. 

You whine, trying to grind harder against him. You need more friction, you need more pressure. 

“Tell me what you want, darling.”

“I-I—” you’re cut off by him pinching your nipples hard. 

“Use your words.” He teases, biting into your neck.

You try to tell him you need more, but your words are failing you. All you can do is close your eyes and bite your lip and rock back and forth on his lap. 

“Do you want me to fuck you? Fuck you hard and cum inside you, hm? Is that what my slut wants?”

You nod furiously, “yes, please.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I-I want you to fuck me, please fuck me, Kol. I-I need you so bad.”

Kol throws you over his shoulder faster than you can register, carrying you up to his bedroom. He tosses you on the bed, tugging his shirt off before hovering over you.

He strokes your jaw with his thick fingers, “if you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna prove how badly you want it.”

“P-prove it?”

He flips the two of you over so that he’s laying under you, his bulge grinding perfectly against your throbbing core. He bounces you up and down slightly, his hands gripping your hips. 

“Prove how badly you want it, fuck yourself on my cock and then if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want.”

You look down at his hard cock straining through his jeans. You’ve had sex before, sure, but you’ve never been on top. You’re not even quite sure how to ride. 

You straddle his waist, tugging down your pants and panties. Your panties are absolutely soaked, ruined with your own slick. You gasp once the cold air hits your aching pussy. 

Kol helps you to take off his own pants, his thick cock hitting his stomach. The pink tip is practically dripping with precum, coating his hard base in his own juices. 

You can’t help but lick your lips at the sight. He’s so big, and you can practically taste the precum from here. 

“What are you waiting for? Get on with it then.”

You slowly stroke the shaft, your hand barely wrapping around his girth. “I just,” you sigh, avoiding eye contact, “I’ve never really—”

“Been on top?”

“Yeah,” you squeeze his cock. 

“Lucky me,” he smirks and grabs your hips, “don’t worry, love. I’ll guide you.”

You climb on top of him, lining up his cock with your dripping entrance. Just the feeling of his length hovering below you. You lean forward and slowly drive your hips back, Kol holding up your hips so you can push down onto him. 

You sink onto his cock. It stretches you out as you push farther down on him, his cock perfectly filling you up. You whine, pressing yourself against his chest and driving your hips all the way down. Kol groans, digging his fingertips into your sides. 

“Such a good whore,” he mumbles, letting you do all the work. 

You desperately fuck yourself up and down his length, trying to get him all the way. He’s so big inside of you, all you want is to stuff yourself full of him. Your pussy gushes with every thrust, your juices leaking out and coating his groin. 

“I-I need more,” you whine, pressing your face into his shoulder. 

“Hm? You need more?”

“I need to cum, I’m so close, please…”

Kol grips your hips and flips over so that he’s laying on top of you. He drives his hips forwards, slamming his cock all the way inside of you. He grabs your ankles and throws your legs over his shoulder, giving himself a better angle. 

He pistons into you, balls smacking against your ass with every thrust. “God, you’re so fucking tight. My little whore, spreading herself open for me.”

“I—Kol—”

He leans in to kiss on your neck, his teeth grazing where he’d bit you earlier. His tongue reaches out to lap up the dried blood, moans filling your ears. 

“Kol, I-I’m so close!”

“Be a good girl and cum around my cock, huh darling?”

The pet name has those shivers traveling up your spine again, the pleasure reaching a point where it’s overwhelming. You dig your nails into his back, desperately whining for him to fuck you harder. 

One more thrust and you’re coming undone, that knot in your stomach exploding. Your pussy gushes around him, that ache that’s been plaguing you all day finally fading. 

Kol props himself up, shoulders straining to keep himself steady as he drives his cock inside you. Every thrust is a challenge, as if he’s trying to completely lose himself in your pussy. He’s gasping and grunting, and as soon as you feel his cock twitching, you know he’s close. 

A few more sloppy thrusts and suddenly he’s cumming inside of you, hot streaks filling your pussy. He’s left gasping, lazily pumping inside of you. He flips you over so that you’re laying on his chest. 

“Did that feel good, darling?” He strokes your hair, keeping you close to him. 

“Mm, so good,” you mumble, eyes starting to close. 

“You did so good for me, love. I can’t wait to see what that pretty little mouth can do, too.”

You feel yourself heating up at his words, but for now, all you can focus on is his hot cum running out of your pussy and coating your thighs. Kol rubs your back, letting you rest. 

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kol mikealson x reader #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x you #tvd #tvd x reader #tvd x You #the originals #the originals x reader #the originals x you #the mikaelsons

[featherstreams]

Cheer Up and Tell

A/N: Thank you again to @queenofcreatures14 for the request! (So sorry for the tag)I had a lot of fun with this one and ended up making it a lot softer than I intended! I hope you enjoy either way!! (Repost edit: No changes have been made to this, it’s purely a repost!)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Midoriya

Word Count: 1,348

Warnings: None! (Slight angst at the end? Very brief)

Summary: See ask above^💚

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"Are you okay, Shoto?"

"I'm fine, Midoriya." Todoroki said without looking up from his phone.

“Really? You seem like something is bothering you," Midoriya replied, scratching the back of his head. It was a semi-normal Tuesday night, and they were both seated together in Todoroki's dorm room. The owner of the room was seated on his bed, back against the wall and playing on his phone while Midoriya was seated on the floor, leaning against the bedframe and fiddling with one of his school notebooks. It'd been a long day of school and training, and Midoriya's boyfriend had spent that entire day brooding and grouchy. Yesterday had been much the same. Actually, Todoroki had been acting this way since returning to the dorms Sunday night from spending the weekend "out." He'd refused to say where he'd gone, but Midoriya suspected it'd probably been to his house, based on the moodiness Todoroki was displaying.

"How many times must I say that I am fine before you hear me for once? God." Todoroki said, voice strained and annoyed. The peppermint hero seemed to backtrack, however, upon noticing the hurt expression on Deku's face. "I'm sorry. It's just... I'm tired, Izuku. It was a long weekend."

Midoriya hummed at that, turning onto his knees to face Todoroki, resting his arms on the edge of the bed. "You can talk to me, Shoto. It might help you feel better about whatever is bothering you."

"It's alright. I just want to relax," Todoroki replied, but the hesitation before he got the words out told Midoriya enough. He wanted to share; but it was still hard sometimes for Todoroki to open up after so many years of bottling things up. Sometimes he just needed a bit of... encouragement. And Midoriya knew just the thing.

The greenette crawled up onto the bed and to his boyfriend. "Come cuddle with me." He said beckoningly, taking Todoroki's hand and pulling him away from the wall. After a moment, his boyfriend obeyed, setting his phone down on the bed and crawling towards him. The moment he was a safe distance from the wall, Midoriya yanked Todoroki's wrist and flipped him down, pinning him gracefully down against the bed, belly-up. Todoroki blinked up at him, surprised.

"Izuku? What was that for?" His brows furrowed when Deku said nothing, sliding onto Todoroki's waist. "Come on, Izuku, I'm not in the mood for this. Get off m- Eep!" The tired demand was cut off with the most adorable squeak as Midoriya pinched his sides.

"Did you just say 'meep'?" Midoriya teased with a giggle, his hands now teasing under Todoroki's shirt to trace his sides. The peppermint hero's own hands slammed down, gripping Izuku's wrists. Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette.

"Izuku- No," Shoto said, trying to look serious, but failing thanks to the smile plastered to his face.

"Izuku, yes," Midoriya replied cheerfully before his hands came to life.

Todoroki threw his head back, laughter spilling out of him almost immediately as Izuku's hands spidered up and down his sides and ribs beneath his shirt. The half and half hero's' hands did nothing to stop the greenette."Ihihizukuhuhu!! N-Nahahahaha!! Whahahat are you d-doHOHOing?!!" Todoroki giggled out, shaking his head as his cheeks warmed with color.

"What does it look like I'm doing, peppermint?" Izuku teased back, smiling down at the half and half hero. "You've been moody since Sunday, and I want to know why."

"Ihihihihi told you, I'm fihihihiHIHIne!!!"

"No, you're not, and I'm tired of you lying that you are. I won't stop tickling you until you tell me what's wrong."

Todoroki's laughter pitched at that, aided by Midoriya's fingers, which were slowly crawling up his ribs. He squirmed in Midoriya's ever-so-ticklish grasp but remained steadfastly where he was.

"Come on, gigglebox," Midoriya coaxed, smiling at the blush that brought to his boyfriend's cheeks.

"DohoHOhont call mehehehe thaha-AHAHAHA WAIT WAIT NOHOHO! IZUKUHUHU!" Todoroki cried when Midoriya's hands pinched their way up between Todoroki's arms, massaging into his armpits. Todoroki's head was thrown back, his laughter reaching new, adorable, heights as he was lost to hysterics.

"No?" Midoriya repeated with a playful smile. "What do you mean no, gigglebox? If you didn't like this, we both know you could freeze me and get me off you."

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!" Todoroki managed to get out between giggly laughter, because they both knew Izuku was right, and Todoroki was obviously embarrassed at having been called out.

"That's not very nice, Sho," Midoriya scolded. "I'm being so good to you, cheering you up, and you're being mean in reply?" His fingers stilled their tickly dance at this, and Todoroki caught his breath, eyes on his boyfriend, cheeks pink.

"You're not being good to me, you're tickling me," Todoroki panted.

"Is there a difference?" He asked sweetly, causing Todoroki's face to erupt in a lovely shade of soft red.

Midoriya scooted down his boyfriend's waist to his thighs, quickly switching around to face his lower legs.

"Izuku- Wait, wait, wa-ahahait!" Todoroki protested before his boyfriend's devious hands had him giggling beneath him as they traced Todoroki's feet.

"Tell me what's wrong, Shoto," Midoriya said, looking behind him to his lover's face. When he received no response, he dug in, fingernails dancing across the skin of Todoroki's feet. Shoto erupted into loud laughter, jerking beneath him as he threw his head back. He was normally quite a quiet person, and that transferred to tickling, leaving the Todoroki in giggles and sometimes even squeaks. But when you got him in these two lovely sensitive spots - underarms and feet - it always had him squealing, sometimes enough to gain noise complaints from their surrounding classmates in their own dorm rooms.

"PLEHEHEASE!!" Shoto cried, jerking up into a sitting position in a vain attempt to stop his boyfriend's mischief. He threw his arms over Midoriya's shoulders, but failed to reach his feet or the greenette's arms to end the tickles. He collapsed into the boy's back instead, hands clenching the fabric of Midoriya's shirt as he trembled with mirth.

"OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAHEHEHE!!" He shrieked at last, pulling at Deku's shirt. "I'LL TELL, IHIHI'LL TELL, NO MOHOHOHORE I-IZUHUHUKUHUHU!!"

Midoriya stopped, laying his hands flat against Todoroki's feet as he glanced over his shoulder. "You okay, love?" He asked, worried he'd possibly gone a little overboard.

"Yehehes, Yes. I-I'm okahay," Shoto replied, still wracked with leftover giggles. Midoriya began smoothing his hands over Todoroki's feet, hoping to sooth away the leftover tingles from the tickly treatment. This helped, and after another few moments, Shoto calmed down, silence overtaking the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," Shoto said at last, finally calmed. "I know I've been a bit of a pain. I just... I had a hard weekend with my father. He was giving me a lot of trouble over my training and... Over how much time I was spending with you." His arms snaked around Midoriya's waist, and Izuku abandoned his massage to lay his own over his boyfriend's, staring down at his lap sadly.

"I'm sorry, Shoto," He said honestly. "We both know Endeavor just likes to cause problems. Don't let him get you down, alright? And don't hide it, either. You should have come to me sooner. You can always talk to me about these things."

"I know." Todoroki's chin lifted to rest on Midoriya's shoulder, his eyes slipping closed, relaxed and safe with the other, and sleepy from his tickly exercise. "I apologize. I promise that I'll talk to you next time instead of shutting you out."

"You'd better," Midoriya said with a huff, smiling. "Now you know what happens when you don't."

"Hm... While that may be true..." The arms around his waist tightened, hands curling in. "In the future, you'll also know what happens after your little persuasions."

Midoriya gulped, his hands scrambling to grip Todoroki's wrists. "Sh-Shoto, Shoto, come on- I was just..! W-Wait, wahahait, wahAHAIT-! NOHOHO TICKLES!! SHOHOHOTO!!"

#my scribbles💚 #ler!midoriya #ler!deku #lee!todoroki #bnha tickles #mha tickles #mha tickle #bnha tickle #ticklish!todoroki #tword community #t word community #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #tickle fluff #sfw tickle community #tickle tickle #my posts📫

[daydreamingyuta]

Bucket List | Johnny Suh

summary: fluff, drabble, making a bucket list with bf!johnny and he reveals that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you <3 wc: 325 a/n: Happy Johnny Day!! 💚

“Oh, and definitely add skydiving. We have to do that at least once.” Johnny says to you, popping another blueberry in his mouth. You scribble down his idea on the piece of paper titled “Bucket List with Johnny.” 

“Ooh and we have to adopt a cat one day, Johnny.” You say and Johnny nods his head excitedly. A few moments go by in silence as you both contemplate what should be the next item on the list. 

You see Johnny sets his blueberries down on the table out of the corner of your eye. “Can I see the list real quick” You hand it over to him and he immediately starts writing, while keeping it out of view from you. You can see a sweet smile on his lips as he writes and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s come up with. 

Johnny stops writing and clutches the notebook to his chest. “I know that we’ve never officially talked about this before, but it’s something I've been dreaming about a lot lately and I hope that you feel the same way.”

“Tell me!” You say, desperately wanting to know. Johnny hands you the list so you can read it yourself and your heart melts at what he’s written. Item number fifteen on your bucket list reads “Get married.” with a little heart next to it. 

Of course, being in a long term relationship with Johnny you’ve thought about being his wife many times, but you’ve never broached the topic until now. Your smile couldn’t get any bigger as you move over to him and embrace him. “Johnnyyy, you wanna get married to me one day?” 

“Of course I do, you're my girl.” He says, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses you and you swear you’ve never had a sweeter kiss in your life. “I love you so much, Johnny.”

Johnny removes his hands from your waist and cups your cheeks, “I love you more, angel.”

#happy johnny day!! #johnny suh #nct #nct 127 #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct scenarios #fanfiction #fanfic #johnny suh x reader #johnny suh x y/n #johnny suh x you

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XVI)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here and this is sixteen *SixTeen theme plays*

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Martian Manhunter finds out that,yeah, dude, when your brain is missing chunks, you can't write or access data without the hardware to store it. My dude remembers nothing.

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Days pass. Nights pass.

(He thinks.)

He gets a new room. This one has a window. He can’t stare at it all the time, but when he does, he can feel himself growing stronger. Steadier. The change in his body is borderline tangible.

If only it was physical. He’s still too weak to lift anything but his arms, and not even all the way. Moving his head is tiring. Lifting his head is impossible.

But he tries.

A lot.

The doctors and the lady have to make upset noises with him when he does, but he wants to be able to see everything they’re doing to him. So far it’s a lot of tubes and needles, but what if they become scalpels and clamps?

…Danny tries to assure himself that they probably won’t be.

But they might. Things could change.

And that eats at him constantly.

Someone puts a big circle on the wall in his room. It’s large. It’s a little fuzzy at its distance on the far wall, but it’s got little arms on it, and little dots in equal degrees around the circumference. It takes him almost two napping periods to realize that it’s a clock.  

Danny squints. He can...almost read analog. (Probably.) It sure doesn’t help that he has no idea when night is and when day is, though. He sleeps at one hour and wakes up at another, and the room will look entirely the same. Was it a few hours’ sleep, or a day’s? Was it longer? The world spins outside his window, big and blue, and he spins against it in a station on a lonely moon. There’s no way to tell.

Someone eventually notices that he’s bored, though, because he gets a television and a remote.

It’s a super thin television. At first, Danny spends time wondering why they put a screen with no system in his room, and then hour later the lady starts pressing buttons on the remote, and the screen lights up with a news program.

…The TV is too far away to see all that clearly. He can see some of it when he squints, but then all the colors turn lime green.

The banner on the bottom of the screen scrolls with headlines, and cool, it looks like they invented new letters while Danny was asleep. Fantastic. His head hurts from trying to squint to read, but it kind of looks like a kindergartener scribbled all over an otherwise serious news report.

Great. Now he’s getting a headache.

But the noise is…nice. It’s distracting. The news anchors chatter seriously as Danny gets yet another IV swapped out in his arm, and the heavily geared-up doctors have started telling Danny things he doesn’t like to listen to too much because if it is threats, great, he should ignore that; if it’s not threats, then, well, Danny’s bored of it all anyway.

“—Wel?”

Danny blinks. Well. That sounds like ‘Well’.

He shifts just enough to make eye contact. A doctor looks down at him from their place at his bedside. Their scrubs are kind of blue-green, with little flowers on the trim.

They have human eyes. The sight of soft, brown eyes probably ought to be reassuring, but they just make Danny more nervous.

“Eow eart wel?” They ask again, soft and slow. That middle bit sounds kind of like ‘art’. Ha. Old timey Shakespeare. ‘Art well,’ like ‘you art well—‘

Wait. Danny takes a deep breath. Blinks. His chest arcs up, just a little—just enough for the doctor to realize that Danny’s more than just looking, he’s paying attention. Are they asking him if he’s well?

Danny reflexively opens his mouth and flexes his throat, tries to answer—

Nope. Ow. The noise he makes sounds like the garbage disposal is backed up with angry blob ghosts. It hurts just to make. But the sound makes the doctor look at him; they see him.

“Inne cwic tima!” Danny hears, and then they’re jogging out of the room, and Danny is left alone. His throat hurts.

His head thumps back onto his pillow. The news program plays on. There’s a damaged city he’s never seen before on the news.

…And then the doctor comes back. Danny’s head is swimming, so he almost doesn’t notice their return, but they’re holding something, and that something has a sippy straw.

Danny is perfectly happy with a sippy straw.

The straw is put into his mouth. Danny goes sippy sippy.

…The water sloshes a little weirdly through his throat. Some of his tubes might not be where they ought to be, which is weird. Isn’t he supposed to be human right now? Or. Uh. Kind of human? Human equivalent? …Close enough…?

Danny drinks. When the pain in his throat goes to normal pain levels instead of new and angry pain levels, he lets go of the straw, and the doctor lets him.

Their fingers carefully brush Danny’s hair. Not very hard. A little too slowly. Just at the hairline. But it reminds Danny so much of sitting at home with Dad on the couch, home from school with a fever as Muppets tapes play in the background, that tears leak out of his busted eyes. The tears are probably just as green.

“Eow eart wel?” the doctor asks again. So gently. So careful.

“I’m tired,” Danny rasps.

The effort of speaking crashes into him in seconds. If things are happening around him, he doesn’t understand any of it. Nothing reaches him. He’s so tired.

He’s out before he knows it.

#Martian Manhunter: he's bored. Give the boy a television #Medical: :0 Sir yes sir!! #Medical when they hear Danny: HE SPEAKS!!! :D #Medical when they realize they can't understand him: OH NO!!! D: MM COME BACK PLEASE #health and hybrids #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #tw gore #tw medical #tw body horror #dcu crossover #Danny realizing he didn't know how to read analog even when he was well: shit. >:(

[whitmoon]

💛 「… 」

「OH…..Don't mind me. Keep doing what you're doing, I just scribble things around. 」 ----------------

After reading the HS interview

I think K'sante may sketch and draw his band members sometimes, to warm up his hand, and search for ideas and inspiration.

( PS. Yes, I open for your imagination that which member he's drawing right now ) 🤭💕 I base his clothes on HEARTSTEEL Promo artwork! and I use this photo as a reference picture to practice drawing. ---------------- 🌟 Silly Bonus about What other band members think with K'Sante's Drawing in my HC ( Keep reading below)

🧡Sett - Keep asking if K'sante could draw him the 100th flexing pose drawing like a GREEK STATUE for him again

💙Aphelios - Scan, and take a photo of K'sante's drawing to post on SNS without any permission. And the fans like it.

💚Ez - is the one who enjoys and cherishes everything that K'Sante draws even if it's just a stickman. Will show off the drawing to everyone and the fans, and praise nonstop.

💜Kayn - Pretend to ignore at first but always make an excuse to jam and scribble in K'sante Sketchbook.

❤️Yone - Silent admirer. For him, it's hard to praise a thing or person with words but totally appreciates the drawing of all the band members and tries to capture them with his phone. (and EZ is happy to help!)

However, he found many sketches of him in K'sante's sketchbook.

#league of legends #LoL #heartsteel #K'sante #Ksante #heartsteel k'sante #doodle #practice

[hanafubukki]

Hi sweet Hana i have a little question for you! do you have any blog recommendations for me? i would really like to follow more twst blogs! my only criteria is that they’re 18+ hehe :> i hope this is okay to ask! ♡ (also im being anonymous because i feel shy haha)

Hello Dear Anonie 🌺💚🌷

Of course this is okay to ask!! I love recommending blogs. Sharing people and stuff I love with others is my love language. 🥹💞🌺 It makes me happy to do so 💚💝

And no worries! Shy people unite! I know exactly how you feel for I am the same way. I am here for you ☺️💞💚🌷

You didn’t specify what kind of blogs besides the age: fics, art, theories, etc.

So I’ll add a bit of everything 💚💝

x Reader Fic Blogs

@malleleothreesome @dreamofjoys @dulcesiabits @lorkai @coralinnii @stormgardenscurse @traumxrei-archive @twstgarden @nanamisflowerfield @zgvlt @auugustus @wolken-himmel @livingininsomnia @twistedwonderlandimaginesblog @sara-scribbles @hisui-dreamer @da-birb-writes-sometimes @the-knaves-world @yaksha-lover @seawater-aurelia-writing @sierrascribbles

Platonic Fic Blogs

@serenescribe @memoryoflife @irafuwas @violetlunette @abysswalkersknight @llondonfog @chibi-celesti @admiraltdevanto @thelazyhermits

Art Blogs

@ghostedinkheart @touyudear @coolbattlegirl @coraldelusiondaze @tacc0yak1 @kitwasheree @rynpie @olivebranch311 @rayroseu @0rchidm4ntis @ventique18 @bannuu @nuitthegoddess @egophiliac @suntails

Theories/Thoughts/Facts

@prince-kallisto @moonlightequin1 @chernabogs @oddberryshortcake

What do you mean I can only tag 50?!? 😭😭 I have so many more 😔, let me know if you want more Anonie ☺️🌺💞

Some are not twst only blogs, they are multi-fandom and of course they don’t only write fics or make art and some do both etc. but I don’t think I need to clarify that. 🌺🌻🌷

Make sure you read their blog rules and such as well ☺️🌷🌻

They are really sweet and kind ☺️🌺💝🌻 so please be sure to check them out.

#answered #Anonie ask #I always love doing these it always makes me happy #recommending my favorite creators and fic and arts just gets me giddy #especially if I can yell with you about it #it just brings me so much joy #thank you for the ask Anonie #🌷author recs🌷 #🌷art recs🌷 #🌷fic recs🌷 #🌷creator recs🌷 #🌷artist recs🌷

[starry-hughes]

happy father’s day

daisy’s au

yourusername

liked by lhughes_06, joshnorris10, and others

yourusername: happy first father’s day to quinn. daisy and i love you so much. i’m so in love watching you care for our daughter. from the moment she entered this world, she’s had you wrapped around her finger. i hope you enjoy your day my love

tagged: _quinnhughes

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canucks: happy father’s day huggy! 💙💚

jackhughes: couldn’t be prouder of you quinn, you’re a great father

lhughes_06: second best father out there

-> yourusername: second?

-> lhughes_06: well quinn had to learn from the best father out there

-> yourusername: daisy and i both love grandpa jim

bohorvat: happy father’s day quinn!

elblue6: my baby boy celebrating his first father’s day, we couldn’t be prouder ♥️

trevorzegras: quinn is the best daddy confirmed? 🥵

-> yourusername: he’s going to hit you

_quinnhughes: i love you and our girl so much. thank you. 💙

jackhughes: is it technically his second father’s day since you were pregnant during last one? 🤔🤔

-> _quinnhughes: y/n did get me a card about being a soon-to-be dad last year

-> yourusername: but now there’s an actual baby with us!

lhughes_06: what did daisy get you?

-> _quinnhughes: the prettiest scribble art i’ve ever seen.

#daisy’s au! #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes au #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes #quinn hughes fic #quinn: instagram edit