Bugbear would wear the same dress as you (AND HE KNEW YOU’D WEAR IT HE DID IT ON PURPOSE) and be like ‘Well one of us has to change. And it’s not gonna be me :3’
He’d wear one of those short dresses with crocs (bear themed ofc) and somehow make it work
DRESS TO IMPRESS
pairings ; bugbear (damian lenoir lovecraft) x fem implied!reader but you could also be a femboy who am i to decide
warnings ; this is pure crack, bugbear is girlypop, he calls you every cringe ass nickname in the book, also bunny, sussy baka themes because it's bugbear, post good ending, man is ginemenasaurus, you make out, unironic use of the words skibidi and rizzler, reader wears dresses so implied fem presenting but you could also just be a femboy
a/n ; I feel much for this man, I also need him in my mouf
"bugs...why are you wearing that?" your boyfriend has done a lot of morally questionable stuff, so nothing phases you anymore, but there is always that part of you which thinks what sins you committed in your past life to end up with this piece of trash...who you love oh so dearly.
damian huffs dramatically, adjusting the straps of this virgin killer sweater, yes you heard right, identical to, well...yours. you're at least 99% sure you did not tell him about this...right?
"aww, why shnookums? I think I look real sexy in this, dontcha think?" He does, but you won't admit that...yet. Especially when he's paired it with a pair of crocs. the bugbear flair, truly. regardless, you're more concerned about another thing.
"wha- this dress came in this morning after ordering yesterday, how do you already-" you're rudely interrupted when he chuckles and leans down to wrap his arms around you, pressing his lips against yours with a mean grin. His fingers press against your bare back, tracing figure eights.
"bugs," you sigh, attempting to push him away, though there's not much eagerness in the way you push at him. He can tell, but he lets go regardless, flashing a wide sharp-toothed grin with his eyes hooded.
your face flushes and you huff and look away, elbowing his chest.
"whaaat? just wanted to surprise my precious pookie bear with my insane skibidi rizz and this sexy dress-"
"you did not just say-"
"cause you got all dolled up f' me and i just must repay the favour for my shnookums, no?" he finished, ignoring the way your lips curl upwards in cringe.
your face flushes as his words come to a halt, lips fluttering open and shut as you try to argue. really, it's just babbled nonsense, and you're not even given the freedom to finish the embarassing flurry of angry noises when he presses his lip down onto yours. the gasp you barely squeak out just gives his tongue access to slip into your mouth.
you squeak out in shock and he hums, lightly sinking his fangs onto your bottom lip as he pulls away. that's all the time you're given to catch your breath before his fingers lace into yours, body and hands pinning you to the wall as he moves impossibly closer to you, as if he's trying to become one organism.
you wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.
kisses with bugbear are never pecks, much the horror of the unfortunate bystanders at the library. luckily for you, you're not at the library so you can save yourself the embarassment.
bugbear does it messy, as he does most things. it's wet, hot, and open. drool slips down your lips as you barely manage to catch your breath, chest heaving against his. every time he pulls away, he goes in closer, grinning at the string of saliva that connects his mouth to yours. He bites at your tongue, lips, hard enough to sting but never hard enough to break flesh, to make you bleed.
you can hardly breathe as he pushes closer, desperately parting your lips through the kiss for some access of air, but it's never enough. he closes every crevice of your open mouth; it's possesive, he's laying his claim. hands gripping at your waist, hips, the other engulfing your hand with your fingers laced together. if it ever hurts him to keep his neck that low for the entire time, you wouldn't know. not over the muffled chuckles, the dirty words, and the way he keeps it going for as long as he possibly can. or as long as you can really, he'd go longer if he could.
it's infuriating when bugbear finally pulls away, wiping his mouth and reverting back to the mischief-making menace that he is. his cheshire grin is wide and grating on the nerves; you'd say something if you weren't so out of breath.
finally, he sighs, hands moving to his back.
"well, if you want me to take it off that bad," bugbear purrs, and your eyes widen as his fingers dig into the soft hem of the skirt, the sound of wool ripping hitting your ears.
"Damien, no-"
He's ripped the garment off and tackled you down to the bed before you can curse the heavens above for giving you this god-awful man.
bugbear breaks into your window and now you're having a sleepover! oh and it ends with sleep cuddles
an unexpected guest
bugbear x gn!reader // reader n bugbear arent in a relationship*yet*,, spoilers (small) for bugbears route, slight suggestiveness
hii! apologies for getting to this late, thank you for waiting anon <3
clearly, you didnt see this coming. your cryptozoology classes had just ended a few minutes ago, and here you are, just looking over to the boy on your bed. “bugbear? whatever the hell are you doing here?”
he smiles, finger to his mouth, shushing you as he went so much closer to you. his hands go to hold your shoulders in place as some shadow’s close your door.
you did say he can come in anytime, though seeing him did give you a fright.
“hey—you could have sent me a text before coming, you know that, right?” though that doesnt stop him from basically breaking in your dorm. “well, i hope you dont mind that ill be sleeping here with you from now own.”
“huh?”
you stop. looking at him with your face just in pure shock.
“i dont remember allowing you to..”
“shh shh, dont be so loud!”
he rushes over to the window, seeing some of his things by the bag thats open, he jumps down and grabs them. “as i was saying…” the boy trailed off, fixing his things, putting random hats and socks on your spare drawer.
“you cant be here! this, it—its not your dorm, no, wait, its not even your house!”
“what? so now i cant have a few-day-sleepover with my best friend?”
“i bet you didnt even ask permission from the headmaster!”
“oh come on now, its too much work. besides, you already told me i could stop by anytime.”
he gets closer, drops the bag and pins you against the wall, your face heating up. he brings a finger to your chin and lifts it up, his smile widening even more.
“did you not?”
“i—…”
you gulp, looking deep into his eyes. then, he bursts out of laughter. “pfft.. haha! you should've seen the look on your face!” he clutches his stomach, pointing to you—now embarrassed and speechless.
you reviewed for some tests, reading your material while the intruder in your house is just there. he’s not doing anything, just throwing a ball up the ceiling. you close your book, he sat up and got his cape, putting it on and opening the door.
“im gonna go for a walk.”
he tilts his head over to you
“sure, try not to head to the forest at this time.”
“i know, are you hungry? i can sneak some food in here.” he asked, generously
you shrug, tidying up your desk
“your choice.”
“oh? since when has the great top student rely on others?”
confusion written all over your face, he giggles and leaves.
bugbear, what a creature
the evening passed and its in the middle of the night, you agreed on letting the boy sleep on your couch instead of the floor. for some reason, he couldnt sleep at all, always bothering you and calling.
“hey are you still awake? what are your thoughts on really good bread? what things do you like? is it me?”
you grumble, turning on your lamp—it emits a yellow glow. you notice how bugbear wasnt at the couch, and felt something shift on your side.
quickly, it tackles you back down on the bed, hugging your sides tightly.
“oh yes, now this is comfortable.” he says, nuzzling his head onto your neck.
“you couldve said you wanted to use my bed instead..”
“its boring, too straightforward. you already know i love your reactions, dont you?”
you sigh, giving in and turning to meet his face. he blows on yours playfully, hugging you impossibly closer. relucantly, you stretch out your arms for him—surprised hes alot warmer than you expected
