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teddybeartoji · 16 days

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im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU 😭 😭 😭

18+ mdni; gn!reader

puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck – it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch – but he's being punished right now.

he has been a bad pup.

a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.

sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.

the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.

the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs – it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.

he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!

his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...

another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.

"does puppy wanna play, hm?"

his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.

his eyes are glued to your center – his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.

(as if you aren't just that already.)

more. he needs more.

the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still – he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.

he likes it.

satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.

you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again – he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.

he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.

"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."

his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."

his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.

"please what, baby?"

"taste, please, can i have a taste?"

you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"

pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed – close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.

his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you – hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give him—

—ready to give whatever you'll take.

you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.

but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.

"are you gonna behave, puppy?"

"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.

loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.

the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck – a clear sign of him not getting enough air.

but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle – the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.

drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.

"such a cute, pup, hm?"

you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.

he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?

you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?

right?

+ @staryukis & @ohimsummer hiiiiiiii guuuyss.... puppyboy!satoru on my mind so i just had to tag you two too hehehehe:333

#super not proofread again i'm sorry this just popped into my head and i knew i had to get it out #the magnet reference is for u logan my dear #lmao #I LOVE BLUE BALLLSSSSS #YEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #so fun to end stuff like this ngl #hehehhehehee #puppy!gojo #angel boy #wtf mickey can write #gojo #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #tw hybrids

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babiexiao · 11 months

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kaeya calls you "meri jaan" as a form of endearment. prefers "meri jaan" over baby, or babe and everything else sniffles :(((

you call out for him in another room and he's immediately going "yes, meri jaan?" you ask him for his opinion on a new outfit and he just "you look as beautiful as ever, meri jaan." when he needs to ask you something, he starts off the sentence with "meri jaan". when you're mad at him about something, crossed arms and eyebrows furrowed, he'd hold your chin gently and tilts your head up, "i'm sorry, meri jaan, forgive me?" even when he speaks to others about you when you're not around :(( when he wants to hype you up, he begins his sentence with "well, meri jaan–" and continues to talk about you

and andnndnd and jfdkfdgj whenwhe n w h e n you have your legs pinned to your chest n he's coaxing you to another orgasm, one on his cock this time and and and he jsjuttt GODDD "thaaat's it, cum f'me. just like that. so good for me..." leans down to rest his forehead against yours as you come down from your high, "always so good for me, meri jaan."

#'meri jaan' translates to 'my life' but trust me it's more romantic than it sounds in eng #desi kaeya is SO dear to me #kaeya x reader #kaeya fluff #kaeya smut #genshin x reader #sorry not sorry i need validation and i'm gonna tag this mkay sometimes i gotta put myself first #very very very self ship of me to write this #i'm gonna pass out if i think about him any longer good god

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idontactuallyremember · 11 months

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sirius and u during an argument headcanons

- anytime u get in a big argument u obviously steal his credit card and go shopping with his money

- "am i a poor man now?" he says with a smirk after you get back (with two arm loads of shopping bags and more in the car)

- he doesn't take things seriously ever and it makes u mad sometimes

- he's constantly saying shit like "you're so hot when you're mad. Are you gonna slap me? 😏"

- if you ever did he'd probably laugh honestly lmao

- "Is that all, darling? I deserve worse than that, surely"

- so much hate fucking

- he pokes fun when you're angry but he hates when you get sad

- when you storm out and tell Lily what he did, he doesn't care much. But when he sees your eyes well up with tears he can't help but feel bad

- he refuses to yell at you but he often gets mad at himself

- sometimes you'll hear him throwing things in the next room over

- but he calms down and apologizes

- make-up sex is always 10/10

#another very specific set of headcanons #i love him so much dear god #sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius is never serious #sirius and you arguing #now THIS might be too specific #I've been on a sirius spree lately i'm so sorry

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kissagii · 1 year

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thinking about being kirishima's trans younger brother.

older brother!kirishima who's super understanding from the moment you first came out to him

older brother!kirishima who helps you build the confidence to come out to your parents

older brother!kirishima who lets you wear the old clothes that don't fit him anymore, and always offers to help you put outfits together.

older brother!kirishima who loves watching you copy his vocal mannerisms as you start voice training

older brother!kirishima who teaches you how to shave and tie a tie, all the things you never learned

older brother!kirishima whose heart swells as he watches you express yourself and become more confident

older brother!kirishima who proudly introduces you to his friends as his younger brother

older brother!kirishima who stands off to the side as you stand your ground against rude people, ready to jump in if things escalate

older brother!kirishima who'd protect you with his life

#imagine ⋆｡°✩#oh dear this was so self indulgent i'm sorry #kirishima x reader #kirishima headcanons #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x ftm reader #kirishima fluff #mha x reader #mha x trans reader #kirishima x trans reader

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sunshine--void · 10 months

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For anyone that has requested, I promise I'm trying to get it out! I have writers block (and I'm going through a very real existential crisis so-)

Give me time ty </3

#i'm sorry #i'm trying #writers block #mental health #welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #Julie Joyful x reader #Sally Starlet x reader #howdy Pillar x reader #Barnaby B beagle x reader #poppy Partridge x reader #Eddie Dear x reader #frank Frankly x reader

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poppy-thatcher · 1 year

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Kintsugi (Bakugo Katsuki)

A/N: I don't even care if anyone reads or likes this one. It's 100% self-indulgent. Though, I guess they all are. But this one let me get stuff off my chest that I've been bottling up.

All this to say... I've recently broken up with my boyfriend of 6 years.

The argument at the beginning is, more or less, how our last conversation went. I held back on some of the more cruel things he said to me. And the part after... that's me mending my broken heart the only way I know how to. With protective, cocky, Pro-Hero Bakugo.

You thought he was your forever... but who knew forever had an expiration date. But no worries... your shattered heart won't stay broken for long. And him, he plans to mend your shattered pieces with gold.

Warnings: Cursing from you-know-who. Suggestive talk.

Everything with him tonight felt forced. His smile wasn’t as bright, his attention a little spacey. When I gingerly walked him to his car, clutching my hurt side tightly in my hand, he spun to face me. The sheen in his eyes glossed them more than normal. My heart hammered in my chest. This look was very familiar to me. One I didn’t want to see ever again, one I was promised I’d never bear witness to again. A look I witnessed when we took our 3-month break after 3 years of being together.

With a wavering semblance of braveness, I stepped in front of him, my eyes immediately catching his as I spoke words I didn’t want to.

“Just… just talk to me, please,” I muttered, trying to get him to open up to me, to relay an ounce of what he was feeling. “I can see the pain in your eyes when you look at me, please stop hiding whatever it is you’re afraid to tell me!”

“I’m… I’m moving back home in a few months!” He shouted, a single tear streaking down his handsome face.

He knew this new adventure was something I couldn’t follow him on. He knew I had things here that tied me down to my location, my home.

“I love you more than I’ve loved anyone or anything,” he gently smiled at me, “But I can’t stay here with you any longer. This place makes me feel like my life is stagnant, like I’m wasting my time. I need to get out of here.”

“Oh.” I quietly said.

“We don’t have to split up right away. I’ll be here a few more months before I head back. We can spend our last months together, making memories.”

I nodded, a hollow feeling in my chest, and stepped back. For the first time in our 6-year relationship, I didn’t feel like seeing him or being in close proximity to him.

“Are you okay?”

I didn’t know how to answer that loaded question. My recent surgery left me weak, mentally and physically. Then the person my life circled around, the person I sacrificed pieces of myself for to make sure stayed happy, felt as though his life was stagnant. I had felt like the world’s biggest failure. What good was I if I couldn’t even make my closest friend feel like life with me was something worth sticking around for? Adding an impending expiration date on what we shared didn’t seem like the healthy option but my nerves made me keep those thoughts to myself. Maybe, just maybe, the little time afforded was better than nothing.

Silent tears streaked down my face. I gently wiped them away and looked into his alluring eyes.

“I understand that you have to go. But remember that I’ll miss you more than you can imagine.”

And he tightly pulled me into his chest, holding me close.

I quietly whispered, “I wish you would stay with me, but I understand why you have to go.”

He scoffed and pushed away from me a bit, “That’s a really selfish thing to say!”

I blinked rapidly, my eyes making contact with his, trying to figure out if his loud tone was genuine or if he was joking.

“Sorry?” I said, or more like questioned, unsure how to handle the new situation. Apologies always fell so easily from my lips in an attempt to stop the ever-ticking time bomb from combusting.

“Are you really though?” He asked, his brows furrowing as he kept me at arm’s length.

“For telling you how I really feel? No. I guess I’m sorry that I shared my feelings with you though.” I snapped back.

He gently pushed me away from his hold, pushing himself a few steps away to create space between us again.

“My life is stagnant because you made it that way! You,” and he exhaled, running his hands through his shoulder-length hair, “you made my life stagnant. You’re this burden I didn’t ask for, this dead weight that I can’t bother to carry. I deserve to live my life without dealing with your problems. I have my own to take care of.”

I loudly swallowed, attempting to keep my tears at bay. I pushed as far away as I could, not wanting him to hear the moment my heart shattered beyond repair.

“I didn’t ask for your help…” and he quickly cut off my rant.

“You’ve done absolutely nothing with your life and I don’t want that to be me! If I stay with you, here, I’ll end up sad and pathetic like you. So I’m moving.”

I nodded, putting my head down to not display the silent tears streaking down my face.

He stepped close, heavily sighing, and raised my face to look into his stupid mesmerizing eyes.

“Making you cry was the last thing I wanted to do.”

I pulled my face out of his hands, keeping my eyes to the ground.

Knowing someone I cared deeply about felt this way about me broke me to my core. He knew I felt this way about myself. He knew hearing these things would undoubtedly hurt me beyond repair. He knew this was something I struggled with immensely. Feeling like I was a burden, like I wasn’t enough, like I was just wandering through life trying to find my purpose and coming up empty-handed every time.

“We can stay together until I move, if you want. I don’t want us to end this way, on this horrible note.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, wondering why he thought that was something I’d even want to do. No matter how much I stupidly still loved and cared for him, being with someone when there was an expiration date didn’t feel all that healthy. Even more so when I knew I was nothing but a burden to him.

“I’d really rather not. No sense in staying some place I'm not wanted.” I exhaled, trying to stay strong and stop the tears from flowing.

“I thought you loved me?” he snarled, scoffing back at me.

“Funny, I could say the same to you. But you don’t feel that way about someone you love. Someone you love is never a burden, never dead weight. They’re someone you encourage… not put down.”

“Oh, now you’re just being a selfish asshole about it!”

I scoffed again, realizing this idiot never loved me. Not in the way that I loved him. He couldn't possibly love me with the way he was dismissing my feelings so casually. The way he always did, now that I thought about it. It was clear that he only ever loved himself.

I spun to go back inside my apartment but was quickly turned to face my new ex.

“There’s no coming back from this. Walk away now and I’ll not look back, I’ll not love you ever again.”

I roughly yanked my arm from his grasp, “Like you ever did.”

And I slammed the door in his face.

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, mindlessly trying to juggle everything in my hands while I made my way through the people to get to the cash register that sat on the other side of the store.

I could see my destination in sight. But before I could even make it that far someone bumped into me, sending all my held items tumbling to the floor.

I pouted and kneeled, beginning to pick them up slowly, mentally trying to figure out how I would balance them again by myself.

His voice cut through the air as he called my name. My heart clenched and I quickly looked up into his familiar mesmerizing eyes.

“Wow, it’s good to see you! You look…. well... you look great!” he smiled down at me, not helping me pick my things off the ground, just watching as I struggled.

I smiled and quietly thanked him, not wanting to be rude and have him cause a scene. I went back to my task, paying him no mind. After a few struggles, I stood, hands full once again, and saw that he was still standing in front of me. He looked down to my full arms and gave me this smug look.

“Retail therapy? Still brokenhearted after all these months?” he smirked that deadly smirk that always made my heart race.

It did absolutely nothing to me this time.

I lightly laughed.

“You think I’m still hung up on you?”

And he leaned in close to me, making me try to take a step back, newly realizing I was already far too close to a clothing display to afford that luxury.

“You’re not?” And he brushed his fingers across my new bangs, carding his hand through my hair as I tried to find a way to make space between us.

“I’d sure as hell hope not. Not when she’s got someone like me to turn to!” I heard the gruff voice behind him.

I exhaled, finally feeling more at ease.

Katsuki pushed my ex out of my personal space and grabbed all the clothes I had in my hands, tsking and glaring at my ex for not even offering me any help. He winked my way and went to the cash register, everyone parting ways for the big Pro-Hero.

My ex opened his mouth like he was going to say something. But Katsuki’s booming voice cut him off.

“Oi, short shit… get that perfect ass over here!” he said, knowing his words made my face heat up and my cheeks and ears to tinge pink.

“Sorry,” I said to my ex, passing him.

Old habits die hard.

My ex, unknowingly to me, followed slowly behind. No doubt, to see what I was doing with a Pro-Hero.

“Do you have to be so loud?” I quietly murmured, blushing Katsuki’s way.

He smirked, making my face that much more red, and pulled me tightly into himself, coiling his hands around my waist and resting them at the apex of my butt.

“I don’t havta be, sweet cheeks,” he said, nudging my nose with his perfect one, “but I want that idiot of an ex to stay the fuck away from what’s mine.”

“Yours, huh?” I smirked back, biting my lower lip.

Katsuki’s eyes immediately drifted to my lips and then his vibrant vermilion eyes met mine quickly.

“Why did you have to get so much stuff?!?” he whined, turning to the cashier who was still ringing my items up, but not daring to remove his hands from my waist.

“You said go wild!” I laughed, “You could have gotten here sooner, ya know? So you could reign me in!”

“No, no. I wanted ya to get the things ya wanted. I just… I need ya like right fuckin’ now. And this is gonna take us all day!”

“It will not, you’re such a baby!” I laughed as he grabbed me tightly in his arms, nuzzling his head into my chest as I ran my fingers through his soft hair, making him purr.

“So… you using the hero for his money?” my ex said, finally making himself known.

Katsuki didn’t move from his position, just turned his head to make eye contact with my ex. He didn’t say anything but the glare he gave him made my ex take a step back.

“It’s just… she wasn’t particularly well off when we split. And it’s only been a handful of months since then. I didn’t think she’d replace me that quickly. Not to mention, she’s probably not found anything she’s particularly good at, right? She still kinda stagnant in life?”

I loudly swallowed, trying to not let my ex’s words get to me. Before I could say anything Katsuki stood straight up but kept me tightly in his arms.

“I’m gonna explain shit to you so your dumbass might learn somethin'. One, she’s not using me for my money. I care for her deeply and takin’ care of all her needs, gettin’ to see that beautiful fuckin’ smile is worth more than money can ever buy. Two, she’s not required to figure herself out in a set timeframe. Some of us take time to grow and learn what we want outta life. What she needed was someone to challenge her, inspire her, and encourage her to do and be whatever the fuck she wants to be. Whenever the hell she wants to be it. I got nothin’ but time when it comes to her.” And he pushed my bangs back, kissing my forehead, as I blushed again.

My ex stood there, brows pulled together, mouth agape. Katsuki turned back his way, keeping me tightly to his side as his hand rubbed methodically on my bare arm.

“By the way. She’s not stagnant. I’ve had her for 4 months and she’s blossomed into everything I could have needed her to be. She’s attentive and a people pleaser. I might have taken advantage of that fact a few times. She’s understanding of me and my hero work. And she’s just genuinely great at everything she does. I wouldn’t change a fuckin’ thing about her beautiful ass. How’s your life goin’ though, pal? Weren’t you supposed to move back to your hometown or some shit like that?” Katsuki laughed, handing the cashier his card, “hey, your loss is my gain. And I ain’t letting her go as easily as you did. I’m gonna marry her and make her have all my fuckin’ kids.”

“Jokes on you, she didn’t want kids!” my ex laughed.

Katsuki smirked at him, then looked at me, “She probably didn't wanna have them with a man-child like you. But she’ll have my kids. Won’t ya, kitten?”

I nodded, blushing, thinking about all the things Katsuki was promising me. I had never met a man who knew what he wanted before. It was shocking and very refreshing.

“Also, it’s her birthday, fuck face. I’d spend my whole paycheck on her if she’d only let me.”

The cashier handed me my bags and Katsuki quickly took them from me, tucking me into his side and kissing my forehead.

“I’m not sure why you’re still hangin’ around. But we’re headin' to my place so I can give her another, bigger, better birthday gift. You’re not invited. I don't share. Later, idiot.” And he pulled us past my ex, making me smile from ear to ear.

When we stepped outside I pulled myself from Katsuki’s side, bending over, hands on my knees, to catch my breath.

“Damn, babe. Are you okay?” Katsuki asked, gently trying to move my curtained hair from my face so he could assess me.

I took a huge gasp in, throwing my head back, finally releasing my loud laugh.

He rolled his eyes lightly chuckling to himself.

“You scared the shit out of me, asshole! Jeez!” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to his fancy car that Valet had brought around.

“Sorry, but goodness. I couldn’t have asked for a better chance encounter with that jerk. You have just given me the most incredible birthday gift ever!” I said, finally standing in front of him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and playing with his hair that loosely hung at his nape.

“Nah, don’t think I’m done now beautiful. I got ya a lot more things waitin' up at my place.” He smirked.

“If it isn’t a puppy, I don’t want it.” I laughed, joking with him.

“What if I beg instead?” he smiled nice and big. A sight I didn’t see too often.

“I guess that works,” I said, laughing at him while he ushered me to the opened passenger door, waiting for me to get inside.

Unnecessary Extra A/N: If you did, thanks for making it this far in my ridiculous little self-indulgent story. That first bit hurt to re-read. I haven't cried much over the split. Like yeah, the first day absolutely killed me. My eyes were pretty much glued shut. I wasted 6 of my years with someone I thought was my forever. Not only that, but I was still recovering from emergency surgery and on strong pain meds. It all felt like such a horrid nightmare. But yeah... I cried reading that scene this time. Part of me sometimes thinks I overreacted to the situation. But the rational/logical part of myself felt like the split was a long time coming. Looking back at it now, the relationship was incredibly toxic. He suffered from really bad depression (way worse than my own) and I feel like I sacrificed a lot of myself to try and make sure he was happy. In doing so, I lost myself. I lost that person who loved to be artistic, crafty, and loved to write. I spent so much of my time with him, worrying over so much, that I now have the most horrid anxiety. Some days I feel I'm beyond repair. But the episodes are getting further from each other. I have felt more my original self in our time apart than I have in quite a long while. And I'm incredibly thankful for that semblance of peace I've managed to regain. Sadly, we run in the same circles, so seeing him will always be a possibility. Hopefully, I get the same kind of relief my written self got here. Someone who can appreciate me for who I am and encourage me to be an even better version of myself. I'm definitely not in a rush, since I want to get my old self back and do things that make me happy again, but patiently waiting for my Bakugo! 😆

#bakugo x reader #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #heartbreak #hopefully I stick with posting #I've written quite a lot of things in my solitude #a lot of Haikyuu pieces #a smut piece I'm especially nervous to post because I still don't know that I'm THERE yet #see... part of me thinks I knew this was coming #i was just waiting for the other shoe to drop #a Yuta piece I wrote when I was still with my ex... it's about cheating on him with Yuta and throwing away a 6-year relationship #it came from a dream I had #I've never even thought about cheating because I'm loyal to a fault... clearly #But if Yuta was real 🤔#my ex was my first EVERYTHING so I think I held on for dear life just hoping that my love would be enough #it wasn't enough for him #but i suppose one day it'll be enough for someone #sorry... I ramble

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antique-traveler · 2 years

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ok i need to go on a quick rant about x reader fics

so i like x reader. i've written a few x reader fics. i think it's fun and creative and a worthwhile artistic endeavor. but y'all have got to start properly labeling your x reader work.

i've read far too many fics that label themselves as "gender neutral reader", only to have the reader be called girlfriend/wife/wear a dress etc., or fics where the author doesn't mention the reader's gender at all in the description, only for the second paragraph to hit me with more she's and her's than i can count.*

if you want to write x f!reader, cool, all the more power to you, but tell the audience that it's going to be f!reader.

i am not even the littlest bit a woman, so if i start a fic that defaults to she/her pronouns and feminine titles without letting me know, that automatically excludes me (and a lot of other people) from the fic (not to mention makes me wildly dysphoric).

again, write all the x f!reader fic you want, write enough f!reader to fill libraries, but label it correctly.

*i know that none of these things are strictly "female" or "for women", and that neither clothes nor pronouns need to strictly adhere to someone's gender (hell, i'm a nonbinary person that exclusively uses he/him irl and dresses fairly masc), but to automatically choose descriptions that are most commonly associated with femininity and label them as "gender neutral" is, i think, transphobic. nonbinary people aren't "women lite". if you insist that these descriptions/terms are gender neutral, then i should be seeing just as many supposed gn!reader fics that default to having the reader wear suits and cologne.

#bucky speaks #sorry i had to get that off my chest lol #cause it's fucking annoying #also to all my dear mewchies who only write f!reader:#this isn't about you i love you because you PROPERLY LABEL IT #i'm talking about the bitches who clog up the gn!reader tags with their explicitly f!reader fics #especially during pride month if y'all are saying you support trans people but still doing this shit #i don't trust you any farther than i can throw you #that being said i will always clearly specify my x reader fic's gender and default to gn!reader for requests #and you know i'm MORE than happy to write male reader (cis or transmasc)#daredevil #matt murdock #star trek #mattfoggy #the witcher #x reader #gender neutral reader #daredevil x reader

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hearts-hunger · 1 year

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Had an awful night at work I just wanna crawl into bed to find jake cuddling my two cats fast asleep taking up the whole bed but I wouldn’t care id just love seeing my boys, nudging him awake so I can squeeze in. He just radiates cat dad energy and I want him to be my cats dad because I’m a fucking little weirdo like that

you barely registered the motions it took for you to get out of the car, into the house, and shed all the trappings of a long, hard day at work. you dropped your bag unceremoniously on the floor and kicked off your shoes, stripping out of your work clothes and giving them a haphazard toss in the general direction of the laundry basket. jake would probably give you a little scolding for leaving a trail of things from the front door to the bedroom, but you couldn't find it in you to mind just then.

in fact, you'd never been more relieved to see your boyfriend in all your life as you came into the dark bedroom and saw him in your warm, inviting bed. your two cats were there too, cuddled up with him, somehow taking up the entire queen bed between the three of them. jake had warned you when you first started dating that he wasn't exactly an animal person, but you'd soon found that out to be categorically untrue; jake had taken to your little guys as soon as he'd met them, babying them and giving them little nicknames. for their part, your cats had been happy to have him, purring and nudging against him every time he was around.

you climbed into bed and curled close to jake, wrapping an arm around his middle, breathing deeply of his comforting scent. he moved close to you in sleep, displacing one of your cats who gave a disgruntled chuff before padding over jake's pillow to his other side. jake's face scrunched a little when tiny paws stepped on his hair.

“what're you doing?” he mumbled to your cat. “settle down.”

he got a soft meow in response and gave a sleepy sigh. “oh, well, in that case.”

he turned to his side to get closer to you. “hi, honey,” he said gently, still half-asleep. “you're riling up the babies.”

“sorry,” you said. you buried your face in his chest. “i didn't mean to wake you.”

“hey, it's okay,” jake said. he rubbed his hand over your back. “what's wrong? how was work?”

you shook your head. “horrible.”

jake sighed. “i'm sorry, sweetheart. i'm glad you're home.”

“me too.” you felt a little guilty then. “i left kind of a mess when i came in. there's shoes and clothes everywhere.”

he shrugged. “i'll take care of it in the morning. don't worry about it.”

“thank you,” you said, sheepish and grateful.

“of course, my love. can i do anything to help right now? you hungry? you want me to get a shower running for you?”

he was a little more awake now, and when your other cat came to say hello and walked over jake's torso to get to you, jake stroked a hand over his back in greeting.

“no, thank you,” you said. “i just want to be here with you guys.”

“works for me, sweetheart.” he gave the cat's head a gentle scratch. “they didn't like you being gone when we went to bed. took me forever to get them to settle.”

“aw, bubby,” you said with a long stroke of soft fur that earned you a happy head-butt against your hand. “were you driving daddy crazy?”

jake chuckled as your other cat came over, stepping on his hair again. “between the three of you, it's a wonder i get any sleep at all.”

you gave jake a kiss. “yeah, but you love it.”

he smiled. “you're right. i do.”

he made sure the covers were snugly pulled up around you, doing a little finagling to get you and the cats comfortable before he fit himself in whatever space was left. then, before all four of you drifted off to sleep, he gave your forehead a gentle kiss.

“i love you,” he said.

you gave a sleepy, contented sigh. “i love you too.”

#i'm sorry i didn't see this last night!! i hope today has been better for you my dear <33 #also yes SO true about cat dad jake. very real and true.#jake kiszka x reader #maddie writes stuff!#maddie talks to friends!

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theflyingfeeling · 8 months

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I hope everyone's having a nice Sunday, and if not, I hope I can make it more less terrible with the third chapter for my fic let me down slowly, now on AO3 ✨

again, huge thanks to anyone who's been reading this 🥺 the final chapter will be up at some point next week

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #in today's episode of Local Fic Author Assumes She's The Worst Ever Pls Don't Hate Her Too Much:#if you have read something similar in another olli/allu fic recently it's purely coincidental 😳#i promise i have written this fic completely separate and unknowing of other fics or fic ideas okay i swear i'm not a copycat!! 😭#the communal braincell just did a thing again 😔🙈#and i mean. i understand this fic is entirely different from the one i'm referring to in terms of the setting etc.#and there's absolutely no harm in writing about similar stuff!! that's like completely okay!! i know this!!#but personally i just hate the thought of anyone thinking i've copied someone's idea when i haven't 😭#also sorry in advance for adding new tags mid-publishing. i just really didn't want to spoil anything 🙊#btw @ dear pre-readers! i may have added a sentence or two that weren't in the 1st version of this chapter #nothing major or anything that would affect the plot or the bigger picture. just adding some more depth i guess #i have made minor (=hardly noticeable) changes to all the chapters actually. just fixed some phrasings etc. 😇

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secondratefiction · 2 years

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Would you be willing to write headcanons about Friodo falling in love with a human warrior reader (like Boromir's squire or something) please?

Let's give it a shot...

You weren't even supposed to be going to Rivendell, but you'd been glued to Boromir's side since he'd agreed to take you on and train you.

While you were exploring the first night, you happened to meet a few curious little creatures. At first you thought they were children, but that idea was quickly squashed.

Hobbits they called themselves, they were all quite friendly and you spent most of your evening talking to them, but one in particular stood out...

Where Merry and Pippin were loud and boisterous, Frodo was quiet but no less good, fun company... there was just something about the oldest hobbit that kept drawing your attention.

The next day the council of Elrond was held. You were not invited...

Not to be perturbed by such an insignificant fact, you very much found a spot to hide yourself and listen... There was talk of Mordor and Sauron, of evil you could only barely begin to understand, fighting about who should get the ring, who would be the one to destroy it... And then you heard it:

"I will take it. I will take the ring to Mordor."

Frodo Baggins, the sweet hobbit from the night before had sealed his fate, and one by one the others joined him.

You met them Just outside of the gates and the Fellowship started their match towards Mordor. Boromir was furrios

"I thought I sent you home with the others!"

"You're here of your own decision, I'm here of mine."

The two of you bickered for hours, but the party didn't stop, and short of tying you to a rock himself, Boromir couldn't stop you either.

The first several days passed well enough, mostly it was walking. Lots of walking. Which gave you lots of time to speak with Frodo.

He told you stories of the Shire, of rivers and fields he'd grown up exploring, of mischief Merry and Pippin would often rope him into, all sorts of story of his uncle Bilbo - those were his favorites, Frodo's fondness of the man shining through.

In return you told him stories of your own childhood in Gondor, growing up in Minas Tirith. Learning to race horses even before your legs were long enough to reach the stirrups, how you always followed the Guards and Rangers around the training fields until Boromir finally took pity and agreed to train you himself.

Boromir himself interjected that pity had nothing to do with it. Only that it would have been a shame to let such potential go to waste.

It wasn't until Moria that the reality of it all started to sink in... Gandalf was gone, the rest of you'd only barely survived due to his sacrifice.

Lothlorien was a bit of a blur, you were still in shock, reeling from it all when you loaded up into elven boats and started down the river.

As upset as you were though, you could tell Frodo was taking it harder. More than that, the last night in the Realm of Galadriel had done something to him... He was more sullen, more with drawn, something weighed heavy on his mind and heart.

Not that any one had much time to deal with that...

You had gone out with Frodo to gather wood for a fire when your Master confronted him. Frodo vanished right before your very eyes. It was only then that Boromir noticed you... He seemed almost broken, but you took off after where something in you just knew Frodo would be going.

And you were right. You caught him just as He was loading a boat to cross the river. Both you and Sam being steadfast in the idea of going with him... You even swam the whole bloody thing to prove your seriousness.

But Frodo was firm... the ring corrupted Boromir, the most honorable and steadfast man you knew. There was no one Frodo could really trust, and as much as he wanted, almost needed, you to come along; he couldn't. The task appointed to him was too great for that kind of risk.

Really, he shouldn't even be taking Sam, but he knew there was nothing he could say or do to convince his friend to stay.

And so, he helped you back into the boat, Frodo and Sam helping you push off the bank so you could row yourself back over to the other side. Both hearts heavy with the parting, and sincerely wishing for the opportunity to meet again when this was all said and done.

#lord of the rings #lord of the rings imagines #frodo baggins #frodo baggins x reader #frodo baggins imagine #lotr #dear god i'm so out of practice it's sad #i'm really sorry if this wasn't what you were looking for #also - if it was- i left it kind of open for a part two as well

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hypmicdaydreams · 11 months

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hey hey~~ can i rq Samatoki or Jyuto for the kissing prompt? “In a bar” or “In a vehicle” and “confessing feelings”? Maybe drinking could be the way they bond with the person they’re interested in?? 👀 tysvmuchoooo!!!!

This definitely veered much more into only “confessing feelings” than kiss prompt territory,, TT so sorry about that! it completely left my mind while writing it, but hope that’s fine!! I went with Jyuto since I haven’t written for him in a while. Hope I wrote him well? He’s always a little difficult for me lmao. Anywayy, please enjoy! Ty for the request 💙

kissing prompts: in a bar for confessing feelings

-pairing: jyuto iruma x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-word count: ~680

either you have a much lower alcohol tolerance than jyuto, or you’ve just had more drinks than him.

regardless, he finds it a bit amusing to see you all drunk now, sitting in the bar with fluttery eyes and trying to stay awake. he now had some ammunition to use against you, at the very least.

“don’t you think you’ve had one too many drinks, y/n?” jyuto chuckles. of all the times he’s gone out for a drink with you, he’s never quite seen you so drunk before — only tipsy. it was honestly amusing for him, seeing how you try your best to keep your head up and eyes open. it was cute, he muses.

“i’m…not drunk,” you murmur. it’s not very convincing, especially with the pauses between your words; jyuto knew a drunk person when he saw one. “i can drink some more-”

“i don’t think so.” jyuto slides your half full (though he’d say half empty) glass away from you, which warrants a pout of yours. he should be immune to it, but instead, jyuto finds himself laughing; he was possibly a little tipsy himself at this point. i mean, your pout was all too cute. “i’m only looking out for you.” perhaps a bit much. jyuto cared for you after all, though it was a different type of care than he felt for his teammates. this one was…stronger? maybe? he couldn’t quite explain it, though jyuto wasn’t stupid and knew what it meant.

“..too much,” you slur, becoming a little incoherent already. “but that’s what i like about you.” oh? well that piques his interest, though maybe it shouldn’t have. you were drunk after all, but well, jyuto was a bit of a bastard.

“oh?” he smirks. “you like me?” well, he liked you too; jyuto is only teasing. you two were friends after all, so of course he’d like and care for you, though it felt more than that at times. it’s not like he’s an idiot — jyuto knew he held feelings for you. but hearing it from you first and foremost was much too entertaining, especially since you were drunk and had no clue. he probably wouldn’t let you forget this the very next day.

“of course,” you furrow your brows and deepen your pout. “you’re cute, you care, and even if you’re corrupt, your heart is still in the right place…i think.” real funny; he rolls his eyes, though jyuto is smiling all the more. which officer in his place isn’t corrupt, i mean?

“but i like you,” you murmur again. your head begins to fall slightly, and your eyes droop. sleep was already starting to overtake you, head already resting on the bar table. the warmth from the alcohol was too comforting and lulling, and besides, you felt safe around jyuto. “i hope that someday,” your voice begins to dissipate, “you’ll see me as more than a friend..”

you’re fast asleep in moments, stirring slightly when jyuto pokes you to make sure that you were indeed knocked out. he sighs; it was going to be a headache to figure out how to get you home, though at least the two of you lived relatively close by. he was thankful for that.

you look so peaceful, gentle smile on your lips and snoring lightly — it’s adorable, he smiles. more than a friend? your words resonate within his mind. well, of course jyuto liked you more than a friend already; he just never confessed before, more so because he didn’t entirely see the point right now. why ruin a perfectly good friendship? it simply didn’t make any sense.

but now that you had pretty much confessed, well, jyuto had to take you out on a proper date, no? he’s already planning all the places and times out. also, he’d have to do a proper confession as well, especially since you may not remember tonight.

jyuto sneaks another glance at your sleeping form. cute, he smiles, all warm and tipsy as well. what was he going to do with you?

#asks #requests #fluff #gender neutral reader #hypmic #hypnosis mic #jyuto x reader #jyuto iruma #fics #i didn't know where to include the kiss so it was omitted..#i'm so sorry dear anon TT

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