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This man holds my heart just like he holds these ducks

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I painted over my Halsin portrait with his hair down for science and

oh my fucking god

somebody call me an ambulance

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its smooch time

I love this man, I'd let his hair tickle my face any day.

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a lot of people who shit on x reader could never write it even if they tried because it's genuinely very complex to write well narratively in a way i dont think shipfic with two pre-determined characters is not

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Cowboy Kiri X Reader Delay Explanation

So I've been working really hard on getting it written out in a way that I feel proud of. Unfortunately I've had health complications that have led to me being in the hospital twice in the past 2 weeks. I'm on heavy pain medication and it's made it impossible to be fully lucid to finish writing. I know that there were some people asking to be tagged when it's completed and I will totally do that. Just know that it will probably be a little longer. I had managed to write enough before getting sick that I think I could split it into parts and have something up sooner if that would be preferred to waiting for one long piece. I'm really sorry that I've not been able to meet the time that I said I would post it.

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Sorry for the delay I've gotten really sick 🤒

Working on Cowboy!Kirishima x Ranch Hand!Reader

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just a big trigger warning across the board

Just need to get this off my chest. I've got no one to talk to about this. So void screaming it is lol.

But living in the US South as someone who is poor Black Queer and Trans is just not it. I'm literally so overwhelmed watching as my dreams get burnt to ash.

I won't ever be able to afford my own place without working to death. My health is in decline with no access to medical care. I'll never get to continue my education. It's starting to look like I'll never get to pursue any gender affirming care. But it isn't any safer to just live as a woman.

At this point, shouldn't I just die?

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#trying so hard to finish the kiri piece #but this me lol

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Working on Cowboy!Kirishima x Ranch Hand!Reader

#bnha kirishima #cowboy au #kirishima eijiro x y/n

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“spare me the details”

Pairing: matsukawa x fem!reader Genre: angst with a happy ending (i promise lmao), friends to lovers Summary: matsukawa is a good friend, which is why when you ask for his help figuring out what to wear for your date, he agrees without thinking much of it. but the longer he spends watching you get ready, the more he realizes how much he doesn’t want you to go. WC: 10,446 Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol, lots of suggestive lines, and on top of it all they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates) A/N: this fic happened because i wanted to write literally one scene of mattsun zipping up reader’s dress and now, 10k+ words later, we’re here :) also shoutout to luna for coming up with the fic title! <3 -Dawn

When you text Matsukawa right after his shift with a series of panicked voice notes and a string of siren emojis to match, he expects nothing short of a bug armageddon. He comes home fully prepared to find you standing on the kitchen counter, broom in hand as you frantically shout for him to get rid of whatever creepy crawling thing has invaded your home, the way he has on three separate occasions since the two of you moved in together.

Instead, when he arrives at your shared apartment, he finds you standing in the middle of your bedroom, heaps of fabric scattered across your mattress and pouring out from your closet. Thankfully, there’s no bug in sight, but you still look far from pleased, scowling at the floral-printed dress you’re holding as if it’s personally offended you.

Keep reading

#love love love

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a small piece of work in where toji shows you how he loves you.

dom! toji + oral (male receiving) + pet names + praise + lots n lots of fluff + fingering (female receiving) + brief mention of subspace + breeding + mating press + f! reader

toji always loves you.

but he loves you just a little more when you’re on your knees- eyes barely looking into his own because you’re distracted elsewhere. and usually that would warrant him tilting your face up to meet his gaze- but now, when you’re concentrating on the veins leading down to his cock and leaving wet kisses against them, he’ll forgive it.

toji always loves you.

but he can’t help the pull on his heart when you whine and plead with him to let you have just a taste of his cock- pulled back with a firm hand and chuckles coming from deep in his chest. shushing any desperate whines with the forceful intrusion of his slicked and swollen cockhead, because denying himself from you is just as painful.

he always loves you,

but makes it known out loud when he catches the stray tears falling from your eyes with every shove- cock curving down the tight heat of your throat, easy for him get lost. trying his hardest to keep the timing of each thrust just slow enough so you can pull in shaky and desperate breaths.

and you love toji,

when after all of this- after sitting there pliant and warm with a throbbing need. waiting for him to come down, after feeling the pulse of every heavy string of cum down your throat so deep you can’t even taste it. toji always treats you like an angel.

hands shaking, but strong- thick and calloused; make reassuring pases of thankful and heavy pets across your cheeks and forehead. letting you suck on his limp cock slowly sliding out of your mouth, scoffing at the fact that you still try and greedily keep him in.

“that’s enough, angel.” he murmurs- trying to walk you down from a high that leaves you light and only thinking of him.

“you’ll get more later.” toji huffs, reaching down for you- proving with an immense strength that it’s not a problem for him, even after cumming so hard his ever towering form shook.

you love him,

for the way he walks both of you to your bed- hands lingering over scarred shoulders, feeling the movement of every coiled muscle under the softness of your fingertips.

and you both love each other-

for the way this is a daily reoccurrence; you- waiting for him after hours of not knowing if he’s okay or not. and him always coming back with muscled arms too eager to feel you between them when he knows your here waiting and wanting.

quickly helping with the simmering heat still building between your legs- fingers tracing every soft piece of skin that he loves so much, guilt nestled in his stomach with the way he knows he’ll never love or do this with anyone else.

wondering how long his love will last- if you’ll stay here with him despite the things he’s done and will do.

and maybe he knows the answer- watching how you bow your body towards thick fingers, fucking you as if it was his cock. trying to kiss away the pleads of, “more.” wanting to show you that he can love you slow.

“pretty girl.” he whispers, not knowing if you can even hear him above the wet squelching of his palm hitting rhythmically against your swollen clit. fingers curling into shaky fists against his chest.

“toji.” you cry, suddenly hit with an orgasm you can barely see through with the way he looks at you- an eyebrow quirking up while he looks down at the mess seeping down his palm.

“ah, good girl.” toji praises, taking a second to lick at his fingers before giving you a taste- shoving them unceremoniously into your mouth, doing this for himself, unable to keep the want of seeing your swollen lips stretch over his thick fingers away.

mouth watering before leaning into you once more, tongue swiping a clear path into your mouth. biting and sucking while his cock throbs against your thigh- hard once more.

he knows your love will last,

when the only way he can think of fucking you is with your twitching legs perched up on his shoulders. barely taking in the time to marvel at the way there’s a ring formed around his cock with your cum, steadily dripping down onto his swollen balls.

he knows it has to- because there’s only one thing on his mind when you’re folded down neatly into the bed. trying to shove his cock further into you- even when the press of his cockhead against your cervix has your whole body seize. convinced that there’s more to you, making sure that every rope of cum stays where it belongs.

“you want it, yeah?” he grunts, black hair sweeping against his eyes, sweat dripping down them.

“yes.” you breathe-

and toji damn near croons.

knowing that even when you can barely take it, you still want everything he gives you.

head tipped back briefly, swallowing hard because- fuck you can’t be real. a glutton for pain in the same way he’s a glutton for wanting to keep you full of his cum.

marked permanently for him- wanting to show everyone who lays their eyes on you, that this is how he loves you.

#toji smut #thats some good shit right there

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Working on Cowboy!Kirishima x Ranch Hand!Reader

#bnha kirishima #cowboy au #kirishima eijiro x y/n #kirishima ejirou #bnha smut #kirishima smut #bnha x reader #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #wip #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert

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ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ for anonymous

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Thunderstorms and high winds today, folks, with a high of 29–85 for all you tourists out there–

With a scowl you close the live weather report and get back to work on the eight hundred words left of a two thousand word essay before you can lose too much steam. That weather report just annihilated your motivation.

Oh well.

You’ll have to try again tomorrow.

Clear skies today everyone. Looks like a full day of sunshine with a high of 32–

You’re shutting down your computer before the report is finished.

The gears of your bike spin with a satisfying whir as you speed through the city, wind blowing back your hair in the early morning sun. You burst out of the last block with a huge grin and make your way to the first open spot to lock up your bike.

Once your blanket is spread out securing a safe perimeter of relaxation you lay down

and soak it all in.

Your stomach starts to grumble and you know you’re going to have to get something to eat soon but it’s just so perfect. The sun, the beach, the rhythmic crashing of the waves. This is why you’ve worked so hard to study abroad. Yeah, yeah, cultural experiences and everything, but you’re not kidding yourself. Rio’s far from home and on the ocean.

Heaven.

You slowly drag yourself to sit up feeling thoroughly soaked through with sunshine and let your gaze lazily drift over the long line of sand.

And there it is–there he is–the other reason you’re here.

Because oh

my

god.

The head of bright orange hair that sways and swooshes as the man underneath it dives and jumps and moves in ways that seem too fluid for a casual game of beach volleyball.

He’s enticing.

His smile shines brighter than the sun after he leaps unbelievably high into the air and slams the ball down into the sand. You feel more out-of-breath just from watching him than he seems to be from actually playing.

And you’re not the only one completely enthralled by their game. Everyone in the surrounding area’s been pulled into spectating, some of them even starting to cheer. You don’t feel badly for staring.

The ball goes up and gets spiked down; the orange-head-hottie stretches out to dig the ball but only bumps it, changing it’s trajectory. It shoots off and splats in the sand a few feet from your blanket.

He’s already on his way over but you can’t miss this chance. You’ve been coming here for weeks waiting for the stars to align, for the weather to be nice on a day that you aren’t overwhelmed with schoolwork and for him to be on the beach, and you’re not going to waste it.

You grab the ball and meet him halfway–god he shines even brighter up close.

He gives you a big, grateful smile and says “thanks!”

Your heart flutters at his accented Portuguese. He’s quick to get back to his game and you try not to take that personally. He’s obviously an experienced, talented player…the game is probably more interesting than anything else to him.

Doesn’t stop you from coming back to watch him again and again.

Every time you come to watch you spread your blanket out closer and closer, shortening the distance like a representation of your dwindling time abroad and then

“Hey!”

One morning as you’re settling in a shadow slides across the sand. He pauses by your blanket on his way to the court.

“I’ve seen you here on the beach before. Haven’t I?”

“Yeah…I like to come on my days off between classes.” You smile, eyes raking over his muscular arms on their way to his face. “Soak up the scenery.”

He grins and you’re not sure if he caught your glances. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous here…isn’t it?”

You nod, noting his accent, and exchange a little small talk about your countries of origin until some other guys call out to him.

He leaves with a friendly wave and you unabashedly watch as they start playing.

You’re much closer than you’ve been before and you can really appreciate the beads of sweat that roll down the valleys of his muscles. There’s a voice in the back of your head that chides you; you’re being creepy! But there’s a certain crispness to the way he’s playing today. Like everything is more concentrated, intentional. And then you notice him glancing at you. After a sharp play or impressive move his eyes do a quick flick in your direction behind his sunglasses. That voice argues again you’re being creepy until he wipes the sweat from his face.

He doesn’t bother walking to the towel waiting next to his water bottle; he just uses his shirt, lifting the fabric high enough to reach his face and exposing his abs.

You hollow out.

Because he wasn’t just wiping his sweat in a way he’s never done before–ignoring you’ve watched him long and closely enough to know that–he did it right toward you

giving you a full view of the toned set. And the smirk on his face as he gets ready to receive tells you it was on purpose.

He knew what he was doing, knows what he’s doing as he continues to blaze a trail across the court taking every opportunity to flex and show off

for you.

The sun’s not the only thing burning when he leaves the court drenched in sweat and gets his things before coming back over to you.

“Wow…you’re really good,” you compliment him to a wide grin.

“Thanks! Are you a fan of volleyball?”

“I’m a fan of watching you play volleyball,” you answer, delighting in the momentary shock on his face. “Come on, why’re you acting so surprised?” You give him a playful smirk. “I saw all the extra stuff you were showing off today.”

He chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah…I was…I just…”

“You’re not used to it paying off?” you surmise and he nods. You introduce yourself and he replies in kind. “Well, Hinata Shōyo,” you grin, “you’ve got my attention. What would you like to do with it?”

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Sleepless Nights

Warnings: unedited, Shouta has night terrors, Fluffy with only a hint of angst, this is me trying to get past art block

It didn’t start like this. At first he wasn’t willing to ever relax around you. He never stayed the night, always saying that you’ll sleep better if he’s not around.

Until one day he comes over a little later than usual. Decided to swing by after a stressful patrol. You settle in on the couch with a mug of tea and something mindless playing on the tv. And he dozes off with his arms clutching you tightly to his chest.

That’s when you find out what he meant. As he drifts further into dreams, he almost throws you off of him. Eyes racing behind his eyelids and his heartbeat is so wild it rattles thru your body.

Shouta is not a peaceful sleeper. His job has taken not only his waking hours but also the precious few moments of rest. So you try to be there for him. Wiggling to lay squished between him and the back of the couch and wrapping yourself around him. And at first he tenses and you think to let him go. But he lets out a long breath and the tension goes out of his body.

You both spend the rest of the night asleep in that barely comfortable position. Shouta wakes up first. Bleary eyed and confused, until he remembers dragging himself to your front door and practically collapsing on your couch.

“Sweetheart”

The first thing you register is Shouta laying facing you as the sunlight streams into the living room.

“Everything okay? I hope I didn’t overstep, it’s just that you were having a nightmare and I didn’t know what else to do...”

He places his hand on your cheek as you trail off.

“Everything’s fine darling. I honestly got the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

Your heart is almost out of your chest with the tender smile he gifts you.

“If your old offer still stands, I’d like to stay the night more often.”

#aizawa shota x reader #bnha #aizawa drabbles

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is there anyone who likes power loader on here? cos i love him and will be screaming into the void about him soon

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