#almost pomeranian

[yo9urt]

video games....

#mine #i love my steam deck sooooooooo much im so happy i can actually play games again like a big proper library of them #and everything #everything on steam AND emulators is available to me. do you know how many games that is! #i started a new beegee3 playthrough on the HARDEST DIFFICULTY (!) today. which is also a single-save difficulty #and im in one of the most difficult parts of the game right now (level 4) and kind of nervous lol #but at the same time im really proud of myself for learning the game to the point i feel comfortable challenging myself in it #and im happy i get to at all :D i love you video games #and sooner or later ill come back to stardew valley cause there was that big update and i have some games on my wishlist too #and its not verified yet but i might play that pomeranian making the house dirty game cause it looked cute #oh and yakuza also because my friend got two of the yakuzas for me #YAYYYYY GAMES #also kind of sad though because tomorrow i pack and sunday i go back for babys last quarter of college #and im worried about how busy its going to be with classes and job apps and then of course actually graduating #and moving out and haivng a job and stuff #when all i want is to enjoy being able to play video games again.... sig #sigh* #WHATEVER...future mes problem #oh i almost forgot...one of the best parts of the deck imo is the versatility because with games like beegee3 #you can play it in controller mode which has its pros and cons but you can also swap to computer mode #which also has its pros and cons so like. i can adjust as needed #when im just exploring or trying to loot an area etc i go controller #but when im in combat i go computer because the hotbar is REALLY helpful for decision making #its really nice to have the option to choose since no console players have that it seems #and the only pc players who can do that are the ones who have and are willing to connect controllers #and most of them dont seem to be into that #but im really glad to be able to do both #ok done yapping now

[horse-heaven]

she do a big stretch

#also you can see in this picture that her chicken leg has #almost completely grown back! #dog #pomeranian #riley #my pets

[askfordoodles]

Ahh yes, Dr. Neo Cortex... a man with the energy and charisma of a top, but the physicality and presence of a squeaky toy

#(affectionate) #like he's such a lil shit i just know if i grab him by the throat he's gonna make a cartoonish squeaky noise #he's 90% feral pomeranian but then every few seconds he'll almost seem competent and menacing JUST to keep you guessing xD

[stardustedknuckles]

I got the second worst haircut of my life yesterday and I am being so brave about it. (I am wearing a hat for at least a week, maybe two)

#it's bad enough I could get a refund #but my hair is short enough there's no fixing it aside from a buzzcut #except the front? which she left weirdly long? #my mother called it very butch (derogatory) and I almost had a crisis about whether I was obligated to like it now #but the fact remains that I look like a pomeranian caught in a weedwhacker #who let that woman out of hairdressing school #i didn't notice when she finished because hair gel covers many sins #or at least makes hair look like something that will eb betetr once you wash it #but no #biiiiiiig no #mundane adventures

[nimblermortal]

Sleeping Beauty where her parents give her a dog and when she falls asleep here comes lick lick lick slobbery true love's kiss

#this is good to me if it's a floofy little Pomeranian sort of stay-in-the-tower dog #who gets lifted up onto the bed where Beauty is and is just all HOLY CRAP I'M ON THE BED #HOLY CRAP IT'S MY PERSON #OMG PERSON LOOK I'M ON THE BED #and it's also good to me if they get her a service dog because what if she falls over after the spindle prick? #and the service dog is Doing Its Job checking on her and slurp slurp she was asleep for almost five seconds there #I'm imagining like a bloodhound sort of service dog here #there are Jowls there is Drool and Beauty is a mess

[otherearthsoutthere]

No pup! You can’t have that!

#drat almost got away with it #naughty puppy #tribble #colorado and tribble #at least it wasn’t an art pencil #pomeranian puppers

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

I’ve been having a lot of emotions lately about descendants au streddie more specifically the fact that the Isle of the Lost literally acts as Auradon’s trash dump so there’s a non zero chance all three of them could have shared a sweater before they even met Richie

(And also I’ve been having a lot of emotions about quite how differently Richie was growing up compared to them and their three distinct class differences and how that would impact their relationship but that’s a whole other thing)

#descendants au #mostly I just like Eddie being a slightly feral little rich girl like a Pomeranian almost #I care about them a lot #twocifer legally must be in all descendants arts #please appreciate the lil Dalmatian it’s the only good dog I’ve ever drawn #fem streddie #hey British Stan fuck it up say jumper ur so Not From Maine rn #my art :)

[girlboy-frankensteins-monster]

this week two of my friends decided that i'd be a pomeranian if i was a dog and i don't know how to feel

#i'm almost 6 foot #why #i think it might be the hair #oh i think they also said possibly a spaniel #also because of the hair #but settled on pomeranian for some reason #mine

[rhubarbss]

I love my roommates (landlords) and their dog is lovely. But you can really just… not eat around it because he will literally put his huge frame on me to get to my food. I can’t even be mad at him because it’s just thoughtlessness on his owners part when training him.

#sir you can’t act like a Pomeranian you are almost the same height as the table on all 4s

[delfiore]

—MONTAUK.

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

synopsis: you remember how it used to be whilst dealing with how it is now.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: alexia baby come home the kids miss you 🥲 this was the clairo - bags fic i promised months ago but now the premise feels completely different and i've changed the title also lol. a lot happens to one's state of mind in 3 months.

After.

Under normal circumstances—as much as normal was nowadays—the silence in the apartment would feel like a blanket of comfort. It meant you were having a rest from your hectic days training and playing matches, it meant you could finally relax with the love of your life; it meant peace.

Now, the silence was deadly. It was sucking up the life in every room in this apartment, and it was draining the life out of you too.

The door clicked, and you shifted in your spot on the couch, quickly shutting off your phone on which you had bullet points typed out in the Notes app—bullet points of things you wanted—needed—to say, to lessen this inevitable pain. You cracked a smile when you heard tiny feet pattering on the floor, just as the little Pomeranian came to greet you with loving licks.

Nala was oblivious to the cracks that had been forming in her home, that have been left unamended for too long with the thinking that they would go away with time. You dreaded thinking of the day when the little pup came home from a walk and you weren’t there anymore. Would she miss you? How long until she starts to forget you?

“I got us dinner.”

“Cool,” you said, breathing in deeply. “You wanna eat now, or . . . ?”

“Sure.”

You helped her unpack the food without another word, the only sound heard was the clanking of plates as you pulled them out of the cupboard and set them on the kitchen island.

Alexia didn’t say anything either, just gingerly put the food on the plates. You felt her stiffen slightly as you walked towards her and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

She offered you a small smile—a forced smile—and brought the food to the table.

You cursed yourself and wished you hadn’t done it.

Before.

“And that concludes the tour of our facilities. Any questions?”

“No, I’m good.” You were way too excited to think about anything else other than the Barcelona crest on your chest.

“Great. Then, how about we go meet your future teammates? Some of them should be in the weight room.”

Patri greeted you initially, first in Spanish, then in English once she realized you weren’t catching on. Jana and Salma followed suit with friendly handshakes and quick hugs. It left the captain to be the last. And there she was; la Reina herself.

You were surprised to find that she was rubbing her hands together, waiting for her turn, almost like she was nervous. As you came to know her, you understood that she was in fact nervous when meeting new people, a polar opposite to the confident leader she was on the pitch.

But you saw the way her hazel eyes fixed on you, and as you approached her, a lingering smile played on her lips. Your heart suddenly leaped in your chest, and your cheeks felt embarrassingly warm, which you hoped she didn’t see.

You had admired her from afar, looking up to her as a role model in the game, but now that you were seeing her up close, something stirred inside you. There was something so endearing about Alexia’s shyness where you had expected assertiveness. It made her feel more down-to-earth, more like your teammate rather than a mythical figure up on a pedestal. One look at her and you understood why people had talked so highly of her—how could they not?

Extending a hand towards her, you had made your greeting, but she pulled you in for a firm and generous hug.

And that’s how they started—the butterflies, the attraction, the yearning—and they never went away.

After.

You decided that you were going to do it after dinner. Doing it during dinner is just tacky and downright disrespectful. You’d hate to be crying into your takeout after telling your girlfriend you wanted to break up.

When you snapped out of your train of thought, you realized that it was way too quiet. Alexia was eating on the other side of the table, scrolling through her phone as she did.

“Did you see Claudia’s banger of a free kick today?” You asked, smiling slightly.

Alexia looked up briefly from her phone. “Si. Really good.”

A curt answer. You nodded, and silence ensued again.

You didn’t talk to Alexia much these days. You used to be able to talk to her about anything, even in the beginning when the both of you were still testing the waters to see where you stood. When did it become like this?

Before.

Practice was going swimmingly. You found yourself catching on quickly with the rest of your teammates. Alexia has made it her mission as captain to make you feel welcome. “Anything you need, ask me,” she would say in English. You wanted to, but every time you thought about talking to her, your hands would sweat and you needed to practice what you were going to say to her. You weren’t scared that she wasn’t going to understand you, but because you knew you’d make a fool out of yourself tripping over your words.

“Hey, Alexia,” you said after practice, “I don’t know the city that well, and—well—since you do, would you be willing to show me around?”

“Si, claro.” She answered and looked around the field. “Maybe I can ask some of the girls to come with? They might know things to do that I don’t.”

Later she would explain to you that she panicked and that she knew she would be weird about it, thinking it was a date when it really was just a little outing between teammates. You wished she had treated it like a date, though, and was slightly disappointed when she mentioned bringing your teammates. Still, you had a great time watching Mapi banter with Lucy and Mariona while Alexia played the role of the disappointing mom trying to restrain her children.

You were grinning thinking back on the day when you came home. Her bashful smile after she offered to drive you home was so unlike anything you had pictured in your head before coming to Barcelona. You loved her calm nature, something that made her such a reliable captain, but also an endearing human being.

After.

You stayed seated by the dinner table and you watched her load the dishes in the washer. The scene was void of music that she would sway her hips to or a hearty conversation about a random fact she learned from one of your teammates. Now it was just robotic, lifeless movements, and your heart squeezed at the thought of what it used to be.

The end is near.

Somewhere, somehow, you gathered the courage to speak up. “Wanna watch a movie?”

And to your surprise, she turned around and said, “Sure.”

For a second, you let yourself hope that there was still something salvageable from this ruin. Then you realized that you had been here many times before, and everything accumulated and led you here to this moment.

Before.

“Really?! You’ve never seen Mean Girls?”

Alexia shook her head and chuckled. “I didn’t watch a lot of movies, Y/N. Growing up, all I had time for was football.”

“Yeah, but . . . I mean, it’s Mean Girls. That’s just a crime,” you clicked your tongue. “We’ll have to catch you up on all the classics.”

The discussion had been prompted by the imminent movie night at one of your teammates’ places. The movie of choice was Mamma Mia!, and you had been most excited to rewatch it. You and Alexia arrived together after an outing in town, and since you did so late, you both were in charge of stocking up the snacks.

“And by that, I hope you mean . . . you and me,” Alexia stuttered, leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting for you to fill your bowl with popcorn.

Your lips curved up. “Yes, I mean me and you. Just me and you.”

Your captain grinned too, like a devious little kid. “Good. Just making sure.”

“¿Qué diablos está tardando tanto? (What the hell is taking so long?)” Patri called from the living room. “¡Más te vale no estar besándote en mi cocina! (You better not be making out in my kitchen!)”

You let out a surprised laugh, as Alexia cursed under her breath, wishing silently that the girls in the living room would just shut up and stop snickering. Once the bowls in your hands were filled to the brim, you turned to her with a knowing look.

“I wouldn’t have minded, you know.”

“Mind what?”

“If we were making out,” you said before leaving Alexia in the kitchen to soak in your words.

She found a seat next to you after taking a minute to calm her racing heart so that you wouldn’t notice how crazy you drove her. She felt like a teenage girl having a silly crush, but there was nothing silly about the way you looked at her. And when you put your head on her shoulder midway through the movie, she knew she was gone. Patri saw it too across the couch apparently, and her knowing grin made Alexia want to bury herself inside a hole. While she wasn’t particularly into romcoms, she was already looking forward to watching Mean Girls with you, her fleeting heart hammering in its cage at the thought of getting you alone again.

After.

The silence was deafening. You didn’t dare to look over to Alexia to gauge her reaction. The screen continued to play the movie, blissfully unaware of an earthquake that had suddenly roared to life in the space on the couch between you and Alexia.

You swallowed. She hasn’t spoken for hours.

Then, she turned to you and said, “Okay.”

Okay.

You drew a sharp breath and nodded with finality. “Okay.”

The movie was still playing, though. It was one of your favorites, but it made you cry every time you watched it because you were so touched by the story and its main characters. It was about a man—grief-stricken with the loss of his relationship—who decides to get his memories of his girlfriend wiped, but during the process, he relives everything he shared with her and slowly rues his decision. You used to enjoy it because their story was fictional, but now it all felt like one big joke, like you were one of the characters in the movie, inching towards a certain endgame that you couldn’t escape.

You wondered if there were a different script written out for you and Alexia.

“Let’s finish the movie though, yeah?” She said, finally looking over to you.

You hadn’t expected that look on her face when you looked back at her—it was something almost like desperation.

Like it meant something to her.

You nodded. It was the least you could do after dumping her. What kindness, after the neglect she had shown you, what kindness.

Before.

Alexia was shaking when she brought the two glasses of wine out to her living room, where you sat. Nala, the ever-excited little puppy that she was, followed her like a personal little cloud.

“I heard it was going to be a sad movie, so wine it is.” She said, handing you your glasses.

“It’s a cult classic, trust me. It’s one of my favorite movies ever.”

“Well, I liked Mean Girls, so I trust you.” The truth was, she would have watched any movie with you, as long as it was with you.

You were right, it was quite sad. When she looked over midway through the movie, she could see a glossy streak running down your face. You laughed it off and wiped your tears away, embarrassed that you had cried in front of her, but Alexia thought you were the prettiest.

With feather-light touches, she reached over and brushed the tip of her fingers over your cheekbone. She knew there was no going back if she went ahead with this. She wondered if there was a script written out for you and her already, and she was just following it on its path.

Her lips brushed against yours softly, and only once she felt that you started to kiss her back was she brave enough to put her hand around your waist and pull you closer.

You were grinning so wide when she pulled away, that she thought it might have been a prank and you were somehow in on it. But you put your arms around her neck and pecked her lips again.

Whatever script it was, Alexia was sure it would be one of fairy tale endings and happily ever after, because that is what you believe when you’re in love.

a/n: the movie is eternal sunshine of the spotless mind btw. made me ugly cry.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas imagines #alexia putellas angst #woso imagines #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso angst

[silverynight]

The nurse and the pro hero

Izuku gets a little bit startled by the chaos outside; by what he can see from behind reception, there are four pro heroes struggling at the other side of the entrance.

He's ready to go out and help, but the head nurse puts a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"They're not in trouble, we are," she groans. "That's Dynamight right there."

"Oh!" Izuku gets really excited at the mention of the hero name; he's a hero fan boy at heart, even though he decided to go to a medical school. He's a nurse now and very proud of it. "And I think I spot Pinky, Chargebolt and Red Riot as well!"

It must be his lucky day because he works at a hospital for civilians so they don't see pro heroes often unless they're fighting a villain nearby. There's a hospital that specializes in treating pro heroes.

"They are his friends," the head nurse explains. "They always come with him wherever he's being a stubborn idiot," she turns around and curses when she doesn't see any of Izuku's coworkers nearby.

"What is it?"

"Everyone ran away," she sighs, sounding tired already. "Nobody likes that one; he doesn't stay still and always claims to be fine even if he has a broken bone."

"Dynamight?"

"Yeah, that little demon."

"Oh," Izuku mumbles as the four pro heroes finally manage to walk in. Two of them are practically dragging the explosive hero inside.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'm afraid you'll have to assist the doctor this time, because nobody else is going to."

"That's okay!" He assures her.

"LET ME GO, SHITTY HAIR! I TOLD YOU I'M FINE!"

"You're bleeding!" Pinky rolls her eyes, not even worried about the amount of curses that come from that gremlin's mouth. "Sorry to bother you this beautiful night, but the angry pomeranian got himself hurt again."

"I'm Midoriya Izuku, I'll take you to an examination room, just follow me."

However, that's when Dynamight stops struggling completely and stares at Izuku without blinking for a while; Izuku starts getting worried even though the wound on his arm doesn't look serious. It might need a couple of stitches but that's all.

Even Charbebolt and Red Riot look at their friend in shock when they don't feel any type of resistance anymore.

"Are you alright, Dynamight-san?" Izuku asks, waving a hand in front of him. "Did you hit your head at some point?"

"Maybe he's lost too much blood already!" Chargebolt worries.

"I'M FINE!" Dynamight finally blinks and then growls at his friends before shaking them off.

Pinky is the only one who looks relaxed, she seems amused by the situation even.

"Lead the way then," the explosive pro hero tells Izuku and it's the first time the green haired nurse doesn't see him yelling at someone.

When they're inside and Izuku asks the pro hero to sit on the examination table, he starts thinking that maybe all the rumors about his bad behavior are slightly exaggerated. Because the pro hero does exactly as Izuku asks him too.

His friends are looking at him with their jaws dropped.

The doctor walks in while Izuku is cleaning the wound and even she looks a little bit surprised at the sight.

"It seems to be only your arm," she observes, leaning closer to Dynamight.

"I'm done!" Izuku beams, finally stepping away from him, looking happy with the way he patched the pro hero up.

Even though the doctor is still speaking, he can feel the pro hero's eyes on him.

"Thank you, uhh... Midoriya."

The other pro heroes and even the doctor herself look like they're in shock; Red Riot even chokes at Dynamight's words.

"You're welcome!"

"I'm Bakugo Katsuki, but you can call me Katsuki."

Izuku blushes to the tip of his ears, but he shakes his head.

"I'm afraid I can't, we barely know each other. Besides, I'm just your nurse."

It seems like Bakugo is about to argue, but instead he nods, looking like a kicked puppy. Izuku regrets his decision almost immediately.

"I thought he was really nice," he comments out loud to the head nurse when the pro heroes are gone.

"It seems Midoriya tamed the angry pomeranian," the doctor says. "I think he has a crush on our sweet boy."

Izuku's face turns strawberry red, he's sure of it.

"That's not true!" He says at the same time the head nurse says: "It makes sense, that's why he finally shut up as soon as he saw him."

Izuku shakes his head, refusing to believe something as ridiculous as that.

***

Bakugo keeps coming back every time he's hurt; Izuku thinks that maybe he's in charge of that area of the city, but another nurse assures him that's not the case, as he shows him a video on YouTube of him fighting at the other side of the city. The video was live just a couple of hours ago.

But that's ridiculous, why would he go to that hospital then?

"He always asks for you," the head nurse points out, to which Izuku shakes his head again.

Sometimes his friends come with him, although they never try to grab him again because the pro hero walks inside voluntarily each time.

"Your eyes are pretty," Bakugo blurts out once, prompting Izuku to almost drop the tray of medical equipment he was carrying.

"Thank you, Bakugo-san." He mumbles, trying not to sound as flustered as he feels.

"Call me Katsuki."

Izuku tries to focus on his task and inspects the wound on Bakugo's shoulder. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be broken, and the doctor confirms it a couple of minutes later.

"Your pro hero is here again," now the entire staff calls Bakugo Izuku's pro hero, much to the green haired nurse embarrassment.

They even say that in front of Bakugo once and the pro hero doesn't even blink.

Bakugo doesn't help his case that much either; he starts bringing Izuku coffee, hot chocolate and All Might merch signed by the former pro hero himself once he found out Izuku was an All Might fan.

One of Izuku's coworkers shows him that the people are spreading rumors about Dynamight being in love with someone from that hospital on Twitter because a couple of people have seen him there.

Izuku thinks he saw one of their patients trying to take a picture of the pro hero once, so it makes sense.

"But that doesn't mean it's me."

"Who else, boy?" The head nurse rolls her eyes at him. "Honestly, for someone so brilliant, you can be quite dense sometimes."

Izuku doesn't believe it, but he does give in and starts calling Bakugo 'Kacchan' mostly because he couldn't bring himself to call him Katsuki; it sounds too intimate for him.

But then Katsuki starts using his given name and Izuku can't help but blush every single time he does that.

Katsuki seems to be very pleased by the situation.

***

"Your pro hero is waiting for you in the examination room," the head nurse smirks and Izuku notices that his other coworkers are looking with interest in his direction.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, sweetie," Pinky says, smiling at him as she stops Chargebolt from stepping closer to him. "We said we would wait outside, remember, Kaminari?"

Chargebolt pouts, turns around and right into Red Riot's embrace. The other pro hero gives him a couple of headpats to calm him down.

"I'm sure Bakubro will tell us everything."

Very confused, Izuku decides to step inside the room. However, for the first time Katsuki is in his civilian clothes and he seems to be completely fine.

"What–" That's when he notices the bouquet of cherry blossoms. "Oh."

"Izuku, I'd love for you to take care of me and patch me up for the rest of our lives."

That sounds dangerously close to a–

"What the heck, Blasty?" Pinky's voice is very clear at the other side of the door. "You said you were going to take it slow!"

"AND YOU PROMISED NOT TO EAVESDROP!" Katsuki yells back before staring at Izuku again, this time blushing to the tip of his ears, completely flustered. "I didn't mean to say that out loud, sorry... although I mean it."

"Kacchan!" Izuku blurts out, heart beating inside his chest like crazy.

"Would you like to go on a date with me, Izuku?"

Despite being absolutely nervous, he doesn't hesitate when he whispers, shyly: "I'd love to."

The cheering outside tells him that Pinky wasn't the only one eavesdropping, but Izuku doesn't care because Katsuki is taking him in his arms and kissing him on the lips.

They pull away, panting and blushing only after a couple of knocks at the door.

"Listen, Midoriya, I'm really happy for you, but you better not be making out with your pro hero in there!" The head nurse yells at the other side, prompting Izuku to giggle and Katsuki to smirk.

"I'll see you at the end of my shift, Kacchan."

"I can't wait."

***

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#bnha #mha #my hero academia #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya

[applecidersstuff]

When Inej is away, Kaz visits the Van Eck mansion almost daily. He's bored and lonely, but wouldn't admit it to anyone. And at some point, he finds Alys there.

Wylan thought it might be good for his mother to talk to someone, and Alys is the only person for that - that comes to his mind. He would've asked Inej or Nina, but both of them are away, and Matthias, who would've been a good choice too, is very far away.

Both Wylan and Jesper are away, so Kaz, not wanting to go back to Slat and his boring papers, sits there and at some point joins the conversation. Marya and Alys were talking about children and their hobbies, at some point Kaz feared Alys might start singing. Well, Kaz didn’t really join in, truth is, at some point, Maria simply began asking him questions and explaining some things that Alice, in theory, should have known.

And eventually, after the shock had settled, Kaz really joined in. Both women were telling him all the tea they knew, and Kaz became an expert in Ketterdam's high-class rumors and scandals. He knows why a merchant's wife attending a ball in the same dress she wore before is scandalous. Why young ladies cannot be in the same room as gentlemen alone. Why men calling off an engagement is a scandal, but a woman doing the same is fine.

At some point Kaz visits them almost every time Alys and Marya meet for tea. And they do it every week.

Sometimes Alys brings her dog, and Kaz tries to train it. Marya offers whistle but both Kaz and Wylan protest against it. Wylan because he doesn’t want to have a headache every time Alys and the dog are visiting, and Kaz because he doesn’t want the dog to be manipulated as easily as Smits dogs were.

Eventually the dog, a little Pomeranian, is trained. And Kaz to everyone’s surprise makes it do tricks and sometimes puts on a little act with the dog. He makes it jump through fire, disappear in a hat and appear later with a rose in his teeth.

The dog adores Kaz and Kaz adores the dog. Sometimes Wylan thinks that Kaz visits just to see the dog.

#kaz has a costume for the act. Jesper says he looks like a vampire #kaz brekker #kaz rietveld #kazzle dazzle #six of crows #kaz six of crows #kaz being kaz #wylan van sunshine #renew shadow and bone #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #marya van eck #marya hendriks #alys van eck #six of crows hc #six of crows headcanons #six of crows duology #six of crows wylan #six of crows aesthetic #six of crows fandom #six of crows fanfic #six of crows fic #soc duology #soc wylan #soc headcanon #soc fandom #soc #the grishaverse #the grisha series #grishaverse

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (39)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: none

A/N NOT BETA. I have some polls to do once I finish this whole section of meeting all the boys families. I have one out right now here >> (01/11/23-01/18/23). It's a simple yes or no so be sure to go check it out!

Taehyung lived on the other side of Daegu where a majority of its forest and landscaping was. The mountains were a lot like Seoul but a bit smaller. They had caves where dragons and elves lived but the place Taehyung took you to was just a large forest area with colorful foliage and plants that you had never seen before. 

The excited boy was pulling you along quickly, dragging you almost with how much he was rushing forward to find the place he was looking for. You didn’t have time to look around your surroundings, only catching small glimpses of colors and other people lingering about. Your eyes almost popped out of your skull when you both came across a large gathering of people with angel-like wings on their backs. 

Taehyung had explained to you that they were fearies. If he had his own wings, they too would look just like those. Large and black that would stretch out to be 10 feet in length. As you kept moving forward, you could only stare at his back with sad eyes. You could only imagine the feeling he must have felt to see others of his kind with their wings. It must be tough to lose a part of yourself. 

Taehyung didn’t show it though, he still continued to drag you around the forest and giggle as his eyes widened at the familiar forest of his home. 

“I'm going!” You laughed when he turned to look at you. “Wait.” You told him pointedly, catching him stop to give you a boxy smile that you had fallen in love with. 

“Sorry!” He told you, pulling you closer. “I'm just so excited for you to see my home.” He looked around once more, closing his eyes as the wind blew through his hair. 

“You don't live in a house?” You frowned, looking around to try and find some semblance of a building. 

“I mean we do but they're hidden in the forests nearby.” The man explained. “Fearies like nature a bit more than most. Hobi's kind live the same way–it connects us to nature.” He added. 

You paused for a moment to think about how Hoseok and Taehyung differed. You were clearly able to tell some differences but not all. So it left you wondering just how similar the two were and how different. 

“Do you and Hobi have the same abilities?” You asked. 

“Not at all.” Taehyung answered you, turning to walk alongside you as he continued on his journey. “Only spell casting and telekinesis. I have wings and Hobi doesn't. There are a couple of other things too.” He rambled on. 

You smiled at his boyish nature, knowing that was just the personality Taehyung had. “Like transfiguration?” You asked him, remembering how it was only Taehyung who had turned the boys into frogs. 

“Yes!” Taehyung giggled, happy to know you figured that one out. “I can do that but Hobi can't. He also can't shapeshift.” He explained nonchalantly. 

“You can shapeshift?” You gasped, giggling to yourself as you swung your intertwined hands around. 

“Into a lot of things!” Taehyung smiled, ducking to rub his nose along your own. 

However something in the distance made him freeze, quickly turning his head to find the source. You could hear some people talking followed by one or two barks of a dog.

“Oh!” Taehyung’s face suddenly lit up, his breathing turning sporadic. “Oh my gods! Hurry!” He pulled you harshly, running forward without letting you get the chance to start. 

“Taehyung!” You gasped. “I'm trying.” You yelled, getting your legs to start working. 

“Another thing Hobi doesn't have.” Taehyung’s eyes sparkled as he looked around. 

There was rattling coming from the trees and something came out from the foliage. “A familiar!” He screamed, letting go of your hand and rushing towards a small pomeranian dog that was running towards the two of you. 

“Yeontan!” Taahyunh cried, picking up the puppy. “I'm home! I made it home. I'm so sorry.” He cried, rubbing his cheeks against the dog’s fluffy coat. 

“Yeontan!” Someone called out, rushing out from between some trees in a panic. When the man saw you and Taehyung, he gasped quietly. “Taehyung.” He whispered, a large smile overtaking his face. 

Taehyung turned around, setting down the dog before lunging at the man who clearly recognized the boy. “Hyung!” Taehyung laughed, hugging the man around his neck. 

“Nothing has changed has it?” The man laughed, hugging Taehyung closer to him as he laughed joyfully. 

When they both pulled away, the man’s eyes drifted over towards you, causing his eyes to widen and clear his throat. “Taehyung?” He nudged the boy's shoulder, trying to get his attention back on you.

“Taehyung, you have a guest.” Someone spoke up, causing you to look around for the source but finding no one else in the vicinity.

“Oh right!” Taehyung pulled back, giving you a grin as he brought you closer. “Seo-Joon.” He told the man. “Yeontan.” He turned to the dog. “This is my mate, (Y/N).” 

The smile on his face reminded you of a boy who was excited to showcase a trophy. You giggled at his expression, wanting to coo at him but decided not to because of the others in the area. You would have to coddle him later.  

“Hello.” Seojoon bowed his head in greeting, you followed after. 

“It's nice to meet you.” You spoke up.

“Goodday.” Your eyes went wide as the voice came from the ground, locking on to the dog Taehyung was just crying over. 

“Oh, he just talked.” You squeaked, looking at the animal in astonishment. 

“Yes, familiars do that!” Taehyung clapped, reaching down to pick up Yeontan. “Here hold him.” 

You jumped back as Taehyung shoved the poor animal in your face, his tongue lapping out as he panted. 

“Please don't.” Yeontan sighed, closing his mouth as he hung in Taehyung’s arms. 

“Yeontan. Be nice. She is my mate.” Teahyung pouted, looking at the dog in the face. 

“Don't worry I won't.” You smiled at him.

Yeontan gave you a nod in thanks and if he could you would assume he was giving you a kind smile. You could tell the animal praised Taehyung a lot and only allowed him to touch him more than often. He seemed like those kinds of pets. The ones who got attached to their owners at a young age. At least that was what you compared him to. 

“Have you been taking care of him since I've been gone?” Taehyung turned to Seo-Joon. 

“I found him after you disappeared.” Seojoon answered, frowning just a bit. “He told me about the man who took you.”

Your eyebrows rose as you heard Seojoon’s story. Turning to look at Yeontan in Taehyung’s arms, you begin to wonder how it was he managed to escape. But then again, maybe a dog wasn’t as important as an actual faerie or dragon. 

“I was there but managed to escape in time.” Yeontan began to explain as he caught your glance. “I made it this far before Seo-Joon found me. Without Taehyung, I'm not able to turn into anything else.”

“I'm sorry I left.” Taehyung sighed, rubbing his cheek against Yeontan’s fur again. 

“It's alright, Tae.” The dog wiggled around for a moment in Taehyung’s hold. “I'm glad you're back.”

“Yes, but he doesn’t have wings.” Seojoon spoke somberly. 

Taehyung froze for a moment and his shoulders dropped. He gave a sad smile, softly curling his fingers around Yeontan’s fur. “Things were hard in the facility.” He quietly said. 

“And you can tell us when you are ready.” Yeontan cut in. 

Seojoon nodded with a reassuring smile. “You’re home now–all of you. That’s all that matters.”

“All because of my beautiful mate.” Taehyung grinned, moving to give your cheek a kiss. 

“No words will ever be able to express how much it means to have them all back home.” Yeontan bowed his little doggie head. “Welcome to the world of magic.”

Taehyung had introduced you to his parents and the rest of his family. They all gave you their thankful wishes and hugs that signaled how much they truly missed their son. It was tearful to hear Taehyung explain to his siblings what had happened to his wings but they still hugged him to make him feel better. 

Once things settled down, Taehyung had decided to take you to where his grandparents were resting. He said they would have loved you so much. He was someone who grew up with his grandparents much like how you had. You figured that if the day came when you would lose your grandfather you would feel the same sentiment as Taehyung. 

“Your world is very beautiful.” You spoke softly, sitting on a stone bench that overlooked Taehyung’s family’s crypt. “I love it so much.”

“Enough to stay?” Taehyung said out of no where. 

“Stay?” You question, turning to look at him.

“With us.” He hummed, facing you directly. “Here.” He added. “Be our mate.” He took your hands into his, fingers intertwined together as he gave you a hopeful look. 

“But—” You immediately said, not processing his words just yet.

“It's not that different from your world!” Taehyung began to defend his reasoning. “I'm sure you'll fit right in. And work? Don't worry about it! I'm sure Bang Nim can find you something.”

You grinned, eyes drifting to his lips as you watched him ramble on about the things you could do in their world. You cut him off though when he began to speak about how things would work out living with all seven of them, hand on his cheek to make him look at you.

“I have to think about it.” You smiled. 

“I hope you say yes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Taehyung said quietly. “I love you too much to let you go.” He whispered, leaning closer to brush his lips against yours. 

You smiled into the kiss, pulling him forward to press your lips fully into him. Pulling back, you kept your forehead against his, noses brushing together. 

“I love you too, Taehyung.”

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[gglitch1dd]

Surprise

Sub Katsuki x Dom Reader

Context: Your boyfriend has been acting strange lately and now you know why. But the last thing you expected to find him, was like this. But you aren't complaining

Note: Gender Neutral Y/N who uses the term Mommy, Nothing smexy happens to reader in this one, so body doesn't matter. Katsuki being a cute subby baby, ANAL! like a lot, like just butt play to be honest. Fingering (m receiving), Spanking (m receiving), light degradation, praise, FLUFF and Comfort at the end. KATSUKI IN A SKIRT! (but you can imagine him without it)

Dynamight was a lot of things. He was loud, ambitious, boisterous, strong. He held himself on a pedigree high enough to leave people questioning and to seem almost impossible. He was beyond comprehension sometimes. He was constantly saving people, always on the lookout, giving villains a run for their money and putting most said villains in Tartarus where they belong.

But at the end of the day, Katsuki Bakugou couldn’t always be the scary persona he built over the years. He couldn’t. He tried but it would often break him more than he what he needed.

As his loving partner you always paid attention to Bakugou. It was sort of hard not to pay attention to him. He would always demand it at the end of the day. Yet you had only been dating for close to a year and you noticed a few things. A few things you obviously never said aloud in fear of being exploded by your boyfriend.

First was the way he started softening in demeanour. Instead of the harsh unwavering self that he showed you the first few months of dating, he was rather... dare you say... compliant. Bakugou was still himself in the sense that he was still a grumpy Pomeranian but now he listened to you. He left most of his aggressiveness at the door to your shared apartment and often wanted to be coddled by you. You for one saw this as a win considering the type of person he was. He always did have trouble telling you he wanted affection.

Then there was the way he would shift whenever you took charge of things. You had a streak and known to be a bit as crazy (lowkey another demon) as him and that was another aspect to you that Bakugou fell for. But he never saw it directed at him often. Not unless you were in a bad mood, or he was acting up. Now it was really in the subtle things. The things you would shrug off. Like the way you would call him from another room and instead of shouting back or grumbling, he would appear. Or whenever you would notice he was having a bit of a rough day and have to force him to relax around you. Very little things.

There was also the sex. Now your sex life with Bakugou was probably the most fun you have ever had in any of your sex-scapades in life. Yet, being the amazing partner you are, you also notice a bit of drop in his aggressiveness to you. Now at first when you guys started dancing under the sheets, he was a menace. Pinning you down and basically rearranging your insides at any given indication. (A bit over the top in your opinion but you accepted it as is) but you noticed that he was more compliant with what you wanted. Anything top that you did was often left with the two of you coming undone harder than you would normally.

For example, when you ride him. His face would turn pinker and his eyes would dilate more. His groans would turn into whines that were borderline ready to turn high pitched at any second. He basically became a pillow princess at your will. The most fun night of your life in your opinion.

So, after noticing all this let's just say you weren’t very surprised when you came back early from work today.

You walked into your shared apartment after quite the day at work. Nothing bad but nothing good either. It was rather mundane but at the same time you were glad you could pack up early and head back home where your boyfriend was waiting for you. He had the weekend off and so spent most of his free Friday being your pretty little househusband and sending you texts like:

Katsu-bby<3: Iron your clothes properly, dumbass.

Katsu-bby<3: I’m tired of finding them folded and not ironed. They look weird.

You: Please Iron them for me bby

Katsu-bby<3: *Sent an Image*

Katsu-bby<3: Already done.

He was cute that way. So, when you arrived and noticed that he wasn’t exactly anywhere to be seen, you found that odd. You shrugged it off, thinking maybe he was taking a nap (unlikely cause he had the sleep schedule of an old man) but it was a possibility. When you went to go change out of your clothes, your feet stopped you.

You heard moaning. But it didn’t really sound like Bakugou’s at all. Which made your stomach bunch in anxiety. You walked slowly towards your bedroom door, and you found a scene you were never expecting to see him in.

Turns out, it was your boyfriend moaning but he sounded so higher pitched and small. His eyes were strewn shut as he played around with a jewelled butt plug in his ass. He wiggled his ass around, biting down on his bottom lip in frustration but not minding the constant teasing. To top it all off he wore a black skirt that was bunched around his waist.

Now you found it a criminal sin that you hadn’t ever noticed just how round his ass was. You knew he had a great ass, but whenever you pointed it out, he would glare at you and look away, quickly dismissing it. Now you thought he was uncomfortable, so you dropped it but maybe you were wrong. You leaned against the door frame, your arms folded, and your legs crossed as you stood watching. The sudden heavy ache between your legs feeling extremely prominent.

“Ah! Y/N! Please~”

The way he moaned and whined out your name almost made it all so much sweeter if it didn’t make you feel ten times hornier as well. You were now pretty set on what you wanted to do if he allowed you. You also knew that maybe it was time to bring out your old friend into the playing field.

“Be careful Katsu.” At the sound of your voice, Bakugou’s head whipped to look back at you. His eyes comically wide as he froze. You were looking at him with a dark expression as you leaned against the door frame. His thighs tensed as he noticed the way your eyes were eating him up and how much darker they had turned than normal. “You don’t want to strain yourself, now do you?”

Bakugou scrambled to sit up on his knees pulling the skirt down over his hard leaking cock out of sight away from you. He ignored the feeling of the plug shifting as he sat up. His face turned red as he felt himself start to slightly panic. “H-how long have you been there? Why are you back home s-so soon?” He asked with a stutter.

You hummed as you shrugged. “I’ve been standing here for a good few minutes give or take.” You didn’t real care. You let out a chuckle as you walked deeper into the room, “I don’t think it matters, why I’m home early. I mean, look at you, Katsuki.” You say with your arms open motioning to the pretty man on your bed on his knees. He felt his face tingle in embarrassment as he looked away from you. A frown was on his face as he tried to deny that this was actually happening. You carefully brought your hands to his jaw and gently pulled him to look back up at you. The simple action making his eyes widen as his demeanour went slack slightly. You smiled down at him as you brushed some of his blond tufts from his face. “My pretty prince.” You complimented making him turn beet red. “Wearing a pretty butt plug and skirt, all while moaning my name?” You chuckled. You looked his body over. “I always knew you were beautiful, but this just hit the marker.” You let your thumb trace around his lips before pressing softly in. Absent minded and willing to please he opened his mouth to let you push your thumb in just a bit. You smirked at the way he was already responding to you. So he really need this, huh? You tilted your head and dropped your voice an octave. “What do you want Daddy to do for you?”

That made Bakugou lose all train of thought. The pitch of your voice making his breath stutter and his mind blank. He looked up at you wide eyed. “D-daddy?” He asked shocked and quieter than you thought.

You shrugged. “Or Mommy.” You chuckled. “Whichever you feel like you need my pretty boy. So, what do you want Mommy to do for you?” A shiver went down his spine at the use of the title. “Bingo!” You chirped out with a smirk. “I was really looking forward to be called Daddy, but Mommy works too.” You took a step back away from him. You looked at him seriously. You folded your arms over your chest. “Safeword?” You asked him dead serious.

Katsuki didn’t hesitate to answer you back with his own safe word. “Broccoli.” He almost glared at the word and scrunched up his face.

You withheld a chuckle. It never ceased to make you want to giggle at the meaning behind it but you remained serious. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable in a bad way or want everything to stop, say the safeword ‘broccoli’. Got it?” Bakugou nodded, a small pink blush on his face. He appreciated the fact that you reiterated his safeword in case things went way too wild for his liking. “Good boy. Now.” You clapped your hands. “Face down, ass up. I wanna see what I’m working with.” You instructed him as you rolled up your sleeves. He hesitated. You lifted an eyebrow. Bakugou clearly needed this, but it seemed as though you would have to actually pry it out of him. You shrugged. “Okay.” You walked over to him and pushed him down on the bed making him gasp. You spun him onto his stomach and pushed his knees under him. As much as you weren’t as strong as him, you did have your fair bit of power to you. You flipped his skirt up exposing his flawless ass to you. You noticed the way his cock twitched at your practical manhandling of him. You hummed noting that internally. “What a fucking slut I can make out of you.” You chuckled out for him to hear.

You placed both hands on his ass in front of you. How could you have not played with his ass until now? Sounded like a crime. You hummed as you gripped his sides and shook his hips watching as his ass bounced in front of you. Bakugou buried his face in the silk sheets under him. He felt as though he was going to die of embarrassment. You were currently inspecting and practically hypnotized by his ass as if it was worth the attention (it was). Bakugou grabbed the sheets harshly as his eyes shot open with a gasp. You had taken the buttplug out of him harshly, but it brought nothing but pleasure down his spine. You threw it over your shoulder and decided it was time to play around with your boyfriend. You had your finger moving around his puckered hole watching as he twitched under your gaze. You slipped in two fingers easily and you watched as he swallowed up your fingers easily.

He moaned as he arched his back deeper, trying to get your fingers deeper inside him. Although his face was set ablaze and he never thought he would get here with his partner finger-fucking his ass, he wasn’t going to complain. His eyes were closed in pleasure as he wiggled and writhed. A small whimper left him as you moved your fingers in and out of him, the lube that he applied for the buttplug aiding your movements.

You chuckled at his now relaxed state as well as the sweet sounds he was making caused by you. “You know I think it’s rude you were playing with yourself without asking me for permission, baby boy.” You tell him. “What’s mommy supposed to think?”

“I d-didn’t mean it.” He breathed out. You curved your fingers making him jolt forward with a high-pitched whine. There. You rubbed that spot inside him that had his thighs start to shake. “Fuck!” He closed his eyes as he started moving his ass to fuck your fingers. He clearly is experienced with anal, that was for sure. It made you wonder just how much you didn’t know about his sex life than you thought. You noticed his thighs start to shake more and how he was tightening around you. He must have been close before you interrupted him. You removed your fingers easily, stopping the build-up of pleasure in his abdomen. Making Bakugou whine out almost pitifully. He looked back at you with a glare and almost a hateful expression. You couldn’t help but chuckle sadistically at his look of anger mixed with betrayal. “Why did you stop?”

“Beg.”

Bakugou’s eyes went wide. “W-what?” He asked shocked.

You tilted your head as you looked down at him. You leaned forward, down to him condescendingly. “I want you to beg, Ka-tsu-ki.” You taunted him with a serious expression on your face. Your gaze and serious facial expression didn’t change. You were being serious. You wanted him to beg to get pleasure the else you weren’t going to do anything.

Bakugou’s eyebrows scrunched up. “N-no.” He stuttered out. “I’m not gonna beg. Just… just…” He tried pushing his ass closer to you, trying to tempt you into continuing. You didn’t fall for it, if anything you held your hands to yourself. Bakugou let out a small growl in frustration, his anger directed at you as he unconsciously tried to take control of the situation. “Come on dumbass! Just fucking finger my- AH!” A loud harsh slap went to his ass jolting him forward. A glow of pink left on his ass from the spank.

You shook your head in disappointment. “Tsk. What a shame.” You shrugged. You saw Bakugou shiver slightly at the sting that was left from your spank before turning his bead to look at you. He paused at the upset expression on your face. You looked so disappointed in him. “Here I was thinking you would be a good boy for Mommy. Hm? You’re a bad boy aren’t you.”

Bakugou stilled at the change in tone. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that one bit. He wasn’t your bad boy. He wasn’t bad. He really wasn’t. He could be good. Just for you. Only for you. His hands scrunched up the sheets underneath him.

Before he could speak out to you, you forcefully pulled him up and off the bed. You sat down on the end of the bed and pulled him across your lap. Bakugou let out a grumble at how you were dragging him but frankly you couldn’t care. You made sure he was settled with his ass out for you, the skirt flipped over. “Now you are going to count every single one. Got that? This is what happens to bad boys, Katsuki.”

You didn’t wait for him to give you an answer as a hand went flying down to strike his ass firmly. He let out another shout at the stinging pain. “Fuck.” He let out. “One…” He seethed out with clenched teeth. You struck his again making him jolt forward. His hands gripped the sheets as he kept his eyes closed. “Two…” Another strike to the ass and you noticed something. He gasped, his ass sticking out a bit more. His cock was painfully hard and he was searching for more pleasure in the pain. “Three.” He whispered out this time. His walls crumbled down more and more with every spank. Spank after, spank you watched as his bratty demeanour dissolved and he was left breathing heavily and hiccupping with every hit. “E-e-” His eyes were glossy in pleasure as he hiccupped. “Eight.” He finally managed to say. Now all he could think about was how he couldn’t be bad. Yet here he was. Tears in his eyes as he shook his head not wanting to have disappointed you. Another hit and he was crying out, trying to rut against the bed underneath him, but forcing himself to stay put. He hiccuped. “Nine. Ten!” He whimpered.

You rubbed his ass soothingly with a small smile. “Good job, Katsuki.” You let out as you tried to comfort him. “You took that so well, didn’t you?” He didn’t answer as you felt him relax under your hands. You smiled down at him. “Such a good boy. I think you deserve to cum. Hm?” He nodded his head silently, tears in his eyes. You could see you had broken him down to where you wanted him. You easily slipped your fingers back in. His warmth swallowing your fingers eagerly. He released a moan as he relaxed on your lap. “You can cum whenever you want to, Katsuki.” You assured him. With every pump of your fingers, he gasped and wiggled trying to fuck himself back on your fingers. “My good boy.”

He nodded his head. “Your good boy. Mommy’s good boy. Only for Mommy.” You couldn’t help but admire how cute he was like this. He wanted to be your good boy so badly. He continued to moan, and push back against your hand until finally you brushed his prostate just right and you wrapped a hand around his cock. Unable to stop himself, he arched his back with a loud whine.

“I… fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Back arched, head thrown up and muscles tense, he was pushed over the edge. “Mommy!” His body shivered and jolted in pleasure as he came on the silk sheets underneath him. His body shivered with a hum as he felt the warm bliss of an orgasm. One of the most beautiful sounds you have heard came out of his mouth as his body shook in pleasure. Eyes rolled back and chest heaving. You easily guided him through it, softly moving your hand up and down his cock. Gosh he was beautiful. With a sigh, Bakugou relaxed, his eyes closed. You chuckled at how pretty and docile he now was.

With a glisten of sweat on him and a breathless tired and flushed look on his face, you could swear that he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

“Good boy, my pretty princes. You did so well. Still want to continue?” You asked checking in on him. He shook his head. “Okay sweetheart, just say the safeword for me so that Mommy is a hundred percent sure.”

He opened his mouth but let out a hiccup. “Broccoli.” He whispered.

“Alright.” You quickly settled into caretaker mode, wanting to comfort him as soon as possible. You threaded your hand through his hair softly. “What a good boy. You’re so good for Mommy.” You told him in a soft and caring voice. You pulled him into your arms, got your footing and stood up. He was heavy but not too much that you couldn’t manage. You walked him over to bed and put him under the covers, taking off the skirt so that he wouldn’t be uncomfortable. You took the water off the bedside table. You helped him sit up a bit. “Come on, drink some for me please.” He nodded his head pliant, as he opened his mouth allowing the water to flow in. He took a few sips before not wanting anymore. He turned his head away. “That’s alright, you did so well.” You told him honestly. You joined him in bed, your arms wrapping around him, as he buried his face in your chest.

He opened his eyes to look up at you. His pupils round and big. “You didn’t-”

You shushed him softly. “This was about you baby and what you needed, not about me. Not today.” You placed a kiss on his forehead. You looked down at him lovingly. “My perfect Katsuki… why didn’t you tell me, you need to sub?” You asked him.

Bakugou looked down away from you, his face hidden by your chest as heat bloomed on his face. “I… I didn’t want you to think… little of me.” He voiced out quietly.

You understood what his fears were. “Well, you are still my Katsuki.” You voiced rubbing his back. “And I don’t mind being in control if that’s what you want, because I’ll still have my Katsuki and that’s what matters to me.” You placed a kiss on his nose making his eyes flutter shut. You grinned at how soft he was now. How eased and not raging. You wrapped your arms tighter around him and started giggling. You littered kisses all over his face. “My beautiful Katsuki! You’re so cute. I love you so much.”

He started laughing trying to escape your practical headlock, forcing him to stay put with kisses. “Hey!” He let out with laughs and giggles too. “Let me nap! Get your lips off of me!” You knew he didn’t mean it and you just kept on kissing his flawless face. Then you leaned back against the pillow with an adoring smile. His cheeks were pink and his red eyes a bit sleepy but he was focused on you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and sighed. “I love you.” He whispered. “Thank you.”

You smiled. “Anything for you, Katsuki.”

-Glitch1d

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[little-lisa-i]

Kiribaku x you headcannons

No warning

Kiribaku x F!hero reader

Once you all move in , Bakugo gets a dog. And not like a pomeranian or corgi, he gets a german shepard. And, I feel like because their government licensed heroes, they can get trained police dogs through the government, so thats what he does. And, he does it to protect you when he and kiri aren't home even though you're a hero

Kiri comes up with cringy ass nicknames for you and bakugou

Bakugo has nightmares all the time, and the only thing that calms him down is cuddling up to you. At the expense of your personal space and cold temperatures

Kiri is caring when your sick and shows it. "Hey hun, I made you soup and tea. And our favorite show is on, we can watch and eat".

Bakugou, on the other hand is aggressive words with gentle hands. "I can't believe you got sick, Dumbass" while getting another blanket wrapped carefully around you.

Whenever summer roles around and you have to wear your summer uniform. Both bakugou and Kirishima get really jealous and start suggesting teaming up till winter.

Bakugou- almost no PDA

Kirishima- all the PDA

Though there are exceptions, like when bakugou gets jealous of Kiri or when some guy checks you out. Kiri will let go and bakugou holds you by the waist and kisses your shoulder, neck, and cheek.

#mha #mha bakugou #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha headcannons #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima fluff #mha kirishima #kirishima ejirou #kirishima x reader #kiri x reader #kiribaku

[quinnyundertow]

Goalies Turn

A JJK Kick-Off Fanfic/Soccer AU Choso x Reader

AN: I am absolutely obsessed with @celestie0 amazing JJK Soccer AU fanfic "Kick-Off". I adore the way she writes Choso in it; the teams Goalie. As a result with her permission I have written a one shot fanfic...for her fanfic. LMAO. This y/n is NOT the leading lady of Kick Off. Thank you Ellie for making up this amazing world and letting me play around in it!

Choso Kamo x Reader One Shot. Fluff, Comedy, Smut.

Something about feeling the turf underneath your feet without the support of your cleats was incredibly bittersweet. You adjust the binders in your hands as you walk down the sidelines. The early morning sun is just starting to evaporate last night's dew. The University of Tokyo’s men’s D1 soccer team is in high gear despite the early hour. They are performing suicide runs; their cleats eating up the turf. The sweat running down temples and rolling down backs. 

The back of your calves twitch in anticipation of the thought of joining them. At this hour you would normally be with your girls, catching their practice goal kicks. Your thick goalie gloves snatching speeding soccer balls out of the air before launching them across the field with swift kicks. The unreleased energy running through you is driving you mad. You’ll need to go on a run after this to help relieve the excess.

You reach Coach Yaga, his yappy Pomeranian giving you an attitude as you stop next to him. Yaga gives you a nod before focusing back on his players. “PICK UP YOUR FEET GOJO!” Your ears ring from the sudden bellowing next to you. It takes seconds for you to dial into that mop of white hair on the field. Star player Gojo Satoru is massive but somehow lithe; his muscles bulging as he runs to catch up with an offside ball. His physique is comparable to a statue of a Greek God. It’s too bad you heard his personality is also Greek God worthy; capricious, licentious and cocksure.

“That damn girl needs to get off my sidelines if she can’t stop distracting my players.”

You glance at the “girl” in question. She’s a professional looking young woman your age who you’ve seen around campus before. She’s crouching a respectful distance from the team on the sidelines taking photographs of the players at work. Good to see sexism is alive and well. “Yeah, I can’t believe she has the audacity to be at a professional distance while not using flash in order to be as unobtrusive as possible.”

Yaga shoots you a look that clearly says he’s not amused with your sass, “Keep taking notes on our play style like you did last practice. Fresh eyes can give insight that might be missed otherwise.” He ends his sentence with the wave of a dismissive hand in your direction. 

Dumping the binders on Yaga’s bench you pick up a clipboard and find a good spot on the sidelines to observe. Despite being on the University of Tokyo’s women’s D1 soccer team you aren’t very familiar with the men’s team. During the season you were training to chase your own championship dreams. After last week's defeat, and your dreams for this year crushed, you had volunteered to assist the men’s team in preparing for their own race to the top. It was that or take a three week break before practices started again and sitting in your dorm all day sounded like a personal hell after the rigor of these last months.

“YOU'RE LATE AGAIN KAMO! YOU’RE STAYING LATE TO RUN LAPS! NOW GET YOUR ASS IN THE GOAL!” You wince at Yaga’s screaming. 

“Yeah, yeah.” A lazy voice responds still sounding groggy from sleep. The guy Coach Yaga is talking to is tying his long hair up into a low bun as he strolls over to the goal. Yaga’s yelling clearly did not light a fire under Kamo’s ass like he wanted. 

Choso Kamo, 5’11, solid build, wide shoulders with a tapered waist, impressive reach, and massive hands. He tended to be a little slow, especially at the beginning of a match, but once he got warmed up he was a force to be reckoned with. It was almost impossible to score on him in the last half of a game. You were up until three AM last night watching youtube compilations of his best saves over the season. He was good, great even. Which is why it pissed you off so much that every day you were here shadowing he showed up late and slacked off half the practice. 

He sits on the ground in his goal area tying his cleats and putting on his gloves. A loud swish of the net is heard as Suguru Geto launches a ball past Kamo’s head just barely missing making contact.

Choso shoots an unamused look at Geto before flipping him the middle finger. When he finishes fixing his gloves, flexing to make sure they are tight enough, he mumbles. “Alright, go ahead.”

You're watching Nanami Kento, the midfielder, line up shots for practice penalty kicks when you feel a pair of eyes on you. Turning you meet a set of dark orbs watching you. You meet Choso’s gaze head on but are unable to decipher what exactly he’s thinking. He just looks exhausted. Why the hell is he staring at you like that? This isn’t the first time you’ve caught him staring at you over the last three days of your volunteer work. It’s not like he’s checking you out since he’s making prolonged awkward eye contact and he couldn’t look more disinterested. Did he recognize you from the women’s team? You doubted it. Women’s soccer was notoriously underrated and underfunded. The idea of the men’s team players watching you play was delusional at best.

His eyes are locked on you when a speeding ball kicked by Nanami slams him in the gut. There are a few “Ohhhhh” sounds from other players as Kamo groans, doubling over in pain. You can’t help but laugh at the unexpected blow landing. Your hand goes up to cover your mouth when you realize your laugh was a little too loud and a few people are looking at you incredulously. Oh please, getting hit is part of being a goalie. You can’t help but grin and jibe, “Come on Kamo, I’ve seen middle school kids take hits better!” 

You hear him mutter something under his breath followed by a clear, “Shit.” as Satoru Gojo laughs obnoxiously in the background.

“CHOSO WATCH THE FIELD NOT THE SIDELINE DISTRACTIONS!” Coach Yaga’s yell causes you to blush a little at his implying it’s your fault in him getting nailed.

As Choso stands he pins you with a heated look, his onyx eyes raking over you before turning back to the field, his demeanor serious for the remainder of practice.

~~

You're standing next to Coach Yaga reading your notes to him as he buckles his pomeranian into the front passenger seat. He doesn’t seem to actually be listening to you but you aren’t in the mood to type it all up and email it to him later tonight. 

Yaga’s car is the last one in the parking lot other than your own. You had both stayed late reviewing plays while the majority of the team went out for food and Choso begrudgingly started his late to practice laps. “So I think if you have Nanami focus on his-”

“SHIT!”  You jump in surprise as your review is interrupted by a heated yell from Yaga. He pulls a binder out of his back seat. He stares at his watch before cursing some more, “I need to leave now. Can you take this and put it in my office and then lock it up?” 

You can't help but frown and sigh as you take the key he is holding out to you. “Alright.”

He nods before getting in and starting up his car, “Thanks, bring the keys back tomorrow morning before practice. Oh, and email me those notes you took today.” 

The smile you give him is more of a grimace as he drives off without further comment. “Asshole…” you mutter under your breath as you start the trek back to the men’s locker room. Maybe you shouldn’t have volunteered to help out the men’s team. You hadn’t been ready to leave the field behind for the season yet but this wasn’t what you imagined when they asked for an assist.

You walked into the men’s locker room noting the main door was already unlocked. Yaga wants you to lock up but he couldn’t even manage to. You can’t help but wrinkle your nose a little at the smells emanating from the main locker area, especially from the questionable hamper full of dirty towels. 

Sighing you think, If this locker room is a mirror image of the womens, Yaga’s office will be in the back left corner. Heading in that direction it isn’t until you see Yaga’s office that you register a single shower is running in the background. You are so used to hearing showers run in the girls locker room that you didn’t even register the sound as unusual. You look towards the hallway of lined showers knowing that each shower cubicle has a shower curtain pulled across it obstructing any outsider’s view. 

That has to be Kamo. You thought he had left already but clearly that was not the case. You can’t help but reflexively bite your bottom lip. Mind thinking about his gleaming pale skin with rivulets of water racing down his hard muscles. You feel thirsty at the thought but shake your head scolding yourself. The man is just trying to clean up after his workout and you’re out here like a damn voyeur salivating over nothing. You quickly cross in front of the shower room to unlock Yaga’s office. You just need to be quiet, drop the binder off and then wait outside till Kamo is done so you can lock up. Simple. 

After placing the binder, you exit the office, your hands fumbling and dropping the keys. Cursing under your breath you bend to pick them up but forget the office door is weighted. You jump in surprise when it slams shut loudly. The noise echoes through the locker room. So much for being quiet, you pick the keys up in a hurry deciding to book it to the exit when a voice stops you, “Hey, can you pass me my conditioner!? I’m an idiot and left it by my locker.” You freeze staring at the shower area before turning to look at the lockers. A wooden bench towards the back has a bottle of high quality conditioner and a fluffy white towel folded on it. Did he really forget his towel too? What was with this guy?

You sigh, deciding to grab his conditioner and towel for him. You would just leave it right by the shower door and he would be none the wiser who did it. Problem solved. Picking up the items you read the label on the way back to the shower room. Damn this was like thirty dollars a bottle. Okay Kamo, I see you. You can’t resist flicking the bottle open and taking a quick whiff; the scent is sweet with a hint of coconut. You can’t help but blush as you shut the bottle again. You shouldn’t have done that. You don’t need to know what Kamo smells like.

You approach the shower area and he must have heard your sneakers because he’s talking to you again, “Thanks can you just put it where I can reach. I was dreading having to run out and freeze my ass off.” He’s talking so casually, he must assume you are one of his teammates who forgot something.

You swallow the lump in your throat. Approaching, you decide to hang the clean towel over the top of the curtain rod so that he has it when he finishes. You gently lay it over the top, careful to place it where you normally would your own, so that it doesn’t get wet from the incoming stream of water. You hear a note of surprise in his voice as he registers the towel thrown over the top. “Dude, thanks, you're the best. I knew I forgot something else.” 

You're flushing heavily at the casual way he’s speaking to you. You need to get out. Leaning over you slip the bottle of conditioner into the corner of the shower, your fingers just barely pushing it around the plastic curtain so he can grab it. Mission accomplished. You release the bottle and go to stand fully when a large wet hand grabs your own. He must have noticed your feminine fingers. The squeak that leaves your throat is terrified as you try to pull away in shock. The shower curtain rustles as it’s pushed a few inches open from the inside and Choso Kamo is blinking at you in surprise. Even though he’s the one holding onto you he looks shocked at you being there, “L/n, F/n?”

God he looks divine. His hair is down and wet, the strands in the front come to just above his eyes while the remaining dark locks rest on his shoulders blades. You’ve never been this close to him before and the prominent scar across his nose draws your eyes briefly. You note his chiseled jaw and the way his Adam's apple bobs on his thick muscular neck when he swallows. 

You’re panicking, hand pulling away from him in quick tugs but his fingers are looped easily around your wrist. The pressure is minimal but his grip is a goalie’s vise, “I-I’m sorry. Yaga asked me to lock up and then you asked for conditioner so-” your vision flies to his hold on your wrist. His hands are calloused and rugged like your own; the veins running up them cause a heat to rush down you. His one hand dwarfs your own and looking up from them your panicked eyes meet his still confused ones, “Please let me go!”

It’s almost like he just now registers he’s holding you there. “Oh.” He releases you immediately, his face turning a shade of bright red. “Sorry!” You yank your hand from his stepping back and rubbing it reflexively. He looks worried as he steps forward towards you, his chest coming out from behind the curtain, only his lower half is obscured now, “Did I hurt you?”

Dear God. If you thought he was beautiful before… He’s stunning, your mouth dries up completely as your eyes scan down his body. His pecs are massive and while he isn’t sculpted like a bodybuilder he has this thickness to his physique that lets you know he is all strength and dexterity under his light layer of fat. His v-cut is prominent and a smattering of dark black hair travels down to hide behind the curtain. You realize you're staring and he isn’t in any hurry to cover himself up.

After a long silence his voice is deeper than normal and a little husky when he speaks, his earlier question forgotten, “You’re going to make me blush.”

You flush heavily, your eyes going up to meet his own. You clench your legs together feeling a familiar desire rolling through you. An itch you haven’t scratched since before the soccer season began. “I’m sorry, you have a nice body.”

His breath catches when your eyes meet his. There’s desire written in them and he feels himself becoming hard. He lets out a groan when you apologize, “God don’t apologize, fuck. I’ve been trying to find an excuse to talk to you for months. You’re stunning.” His eyes are burning into your own with unmasked wanting. He adjusts the shower curtain and your eyes lower to see a very thick erection pressing against it. 

You don’t even register when your tongue slides against your lips as desire pools in your nether regions. “Months?” He watches you push your legs together trying to make some friction to help with the escalating arousal you are feeling.

“I-I watch all your games.” He replies a little hoarsely and your gaze shoots up to him in surprise. 

You blink in confusion, “You should have just said Hi.”

He swallows before he mumbles out, “Hi.”

You can’t help but laugh at that and he gives an awkward chuckle in response. There’s a hot naked man in front of you who wants you and you haven’t had a good fuck in a long time. Your blood is pulsing straight to your throbbing pussy at this point. Fortune favors the bold right? Your eyes dip down to his erection still barely covered, “You want help with that?” 

He groans, “Fuck, yes.” He releases the curtain and it slides to the side. His beautiful cock on display for you. He’s cut, average in length but girthy with a delicious curve. A mesmerizing vein runs up the bottom of it. The tip is flushed a bright red with precum and water dripping off his shaft. “Join me?”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You kick off your shoes and socks. Your shirt is above your head in moments then you shimmy down your skin tight athletic pants. Not wasting any time you remove your bra and panties and move to join him. You pull the shower curtain open and wrap it behind you, hiding you from anyone’s potential sight but his. It’s like a totally new environment once you're inside the small cube. The air is hot and misty as the water sprays Choso’s back. Droplets fly through the air and land on you sporadically. 

“I have to be dreaming…” he murmurs, his eyes going up and down your body. “That’s the only way this could be happening.” 

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?” 

His warm wet body is pressed against your own in moments. Lips crashing against one another in a battle for dominance where neither party cares if they win. His one arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you against him while his other cups your cheek gently. The kisses are intense and needy. All your nerve endings are on fire as his tongue traces the seam of your lips asking for entry. You open your mouth hungrily granting it access; your own tongue eager to meet his.

You feel Choso’s erection pressing against your stomach. Before you can reach down and touch it his hands go to take your own. You blink in surprise as he holds both your wrists in one hand. “I can’t let you do that.”  He chokes out before kissing up your jaw. “I’ll cum before I get inside you.” 

Before you can protest his free hand begins palming one breast and then the other. His fingers lightly pinching and massaging your nipples causing shivers to ripple down you. A moan escapes your lips, as his head dips down to take your breast into his mouth. He suckles you for a moment before using his tongue to tease your nipple. “Kamo..” you keen when his mouth releases you with an audible pop. A trail of spit briefly leading from your breast to his mouth.

“Call me Choso, say my name.” He moans taking your neglected breast into his warm mouth, his sucks and teasing motions stoke your flames of desire. 

A hard suck makes you oblige him, his name falling from your lips in a gasp, “Fuck, Choso.” The heat and humidity alongside his scorching touches have you lost in sensations. You don’t even register when he releases his mouth from your tits and is back to kissing you dumb against the tiled wall. “Can I eat you out?” He rasps out between fevered sucks on your neck and chest.

“Yes, but I want you inside me.” You whimper out. The curtain of the shower briefly opens from your movements, sending a wave of chilled air over you. Skin pebbling in response, it grants a brief relief to the overwhelming heat.

Choso wastes no time after your acquiesce. He’s on his knees looking up at you, his pupils blown with desire, “I’ve cum to the idea of this so many times.. and it doesn’t even hold a candle in comparison.” That’s all the warning you get before he leans forward one strong hand on your hip the other bringing your right leg up to hook over his shoulder. His lips are on you kissing your inner thighs, light bites and sucks move to the tender flesh of your vulva. You're crying out his name when he finally decides to lick a stripe up the center of your cunt. His tongue lapping up the sweetness of your essence. You feel him groan against you, the vibrations making you whine. His tongue is dipping into your core leaving teasing strokes inside you. His nose bumping against your clit as he nudges against you needily.

Your fingers find and twist into his hair. Holding him close to you despite the fact that he has no intention of leaving. You feel yourself getting closer to release the tightness forming in your belly. “Cho- I want you inside me. I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Wanna taste it.” He mumbles petulantly as he leans back a little to see your half lidded eyes watching him. 

“Choso, let me cum on your cock.” 

Your dirty words make him groan, “God where have you been all my life, fuck.” He lowers your leg gently, watching the way your chest is heaving trying to catch your breath.

Choso stands, ready to devour you when he suddenly deadpans, “Fuck.. need a condom.” Before you can register what he even said his naked ass is out of the shower and running towards the locker area. You lean out the curtain in surprise seeing him open various players' lockers before finally finding one and muttering, “I owe you one Gojo.”  He’s rushing back over like you might change your mind. You're watching his erection bounce as he enters the shower room again. He’s biting the condom wrapper open and putting it on his length when he hits a slippery patch and almost wipes out. 

The shocked and confused look on his face as he almost falls on his ass is enough to have you doubled over laughing. This was by far the weirdest hookup you’d ever had and you were enjoying the hell out of it. 

“Shit!” He bites out going to enter the shower again. The water he left while exiting makes him slide precariously as he grabs the curtain for support. Your eyes widen as he pulls and the entire curtain rod falls with a crash Choso hitting the ground this time. 

You can’t help it, you're crying laughing as he looks up at you soaked and wrapped in the broken curtain. “Choso, what the fuck?” You can’t catch your breath and your sides hurt from laughing. 

He was looking up at you in disappointment but the more you laughed the more he couldn’t help but smile in return. His own deeper chuckle echoing, “I really fucked that up.”

You're wiping your eyes, you can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard. You hold out your hand to help him up as he untangles himself. 

The sexual mood is broken, he’s flaccid and his ass is throbbing in pain from him landing on it. He stands next to you totally embarrassed but you're not even laughing at him, just the absurdity of the situation. When his sheepish gaze meets yours you give him a grin pulling him back under the water. “Shower sex is not as easy as they make it out to be.” You tease leaning forward to peck the corner of his lips before tapping his shoulder and indicate he should turn his back to you. “Let me condition your hair.”

He nods, turning. His embarrassment slowly fades as you gently massage his conditioner into his hair. The domesticity of the gesture makes his heart clench with want. You are so much more than anything he could have imagined. He wants to learn everything about you and have you beside him from now on. He just hopes he didn’t ruin it with this botched hook up. 

You’re finishing up rinsing his hair when he mumbles out, “I really want to see you again even though this…” his words fade off. He can’t see the smile you are giving his back as he continues, “What are you doing this evening?”

You wait until he turns to look at you, a mischievous look on your face, “I was hoping you.”

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