I CANT BE WHAT YOU NEED . . .
ノ synopsis. you loved them, of that you were sure. so why did you leave them ?
ノ tags. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, toji fushiguro x reader ( separate ). angst. hurt/ no comfort. reader leaves. the men have fatal flaws.
ノ a/n. this is some sad idea I had at the back of my head. the title is a song lyric but I can’t remember it’s name but it’s famous. made this rlly quickly so don’t mind spelling errors.
SATORU GOJO’s fatal flaw is that in a relationship, he could never truly open up to someone. be it his lover, which in this case is you, he can’t find himself telling you his deepest darkest secrets and at the beginning of your relationship that was fine.
you were still fresh to this whole thing and you wanted to take it slow, but the closer you got, the more you knew of him, the further he got away.
it was as if a string had been attached to him, like he was a fish, and whenever you caught him, he would be pulled back by something invisible to everyone but you.
it was like satoru was blinded to it himself.
that had been the reason why you left. satoru was too caught up in his own world. he lacked the ability to truly connect with his significant other yet alone anyone. but he had once, a long time ago.
SUGURU GETO was too caught up in himself to ever truly commit himself to you. you noticed it at first, in the beginning but you hadn’t minded it then. it had been hidden behind the cold lie that he was just passionate in his work.
his work, in fact, consisted of crimes and whatnots. things that thoroughly bugged you but you payed them no heed. turning a head to them, you would walk down the corridor and away from the truth you desperately wanted to hide from.
days went by before suguru would ever truly come to bed, and even then you didn’t speak much, exhaustion having taken over his body, he would retire for the night, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the stars twinkling in the night sky.
you thought he was a star once, from the way he shone one but now he was even more so like it. a star that only isolated himself.
NANAMI KENTO was a work-aholcoholic. once, you’d teasingly remarked he had been married to his wir more than he had been married to you. yo hadn’t thought on it then, but now you could see how right you were.
kento was practically married to his work. he prided himself of getting the best business ideas out before any of his co-workers. that meant staying up late and working till the early hours of the morning.
he never had time for you anymore. first it had been absent nights, but now, it had turned to him not even giving you a kiss goodbye when you left for work.
it was as if you were a roomie that hated the same bed with the other. not that you were partners, or that you were married. you had left the very same night his project he’d been working on for so long, became a success.
TOJI FUSHIGURO was a dangerous man. a traumatised one before even that. he had been through a lot, suffered a lot, and had come out on top.
people had left him. even his previous-wife had left him, not that it was her fault, but you could tell from the scar on his lip, to even the harsh look in his eye that toji was unfamiliar with anything staying permanent in his life.
you’d let it off the first few times, when he made you stay with him a lot more than usual. insisting that your friends wouldn’t mind you skipping just this one weekend. that one weekend turned into several.
until your friends had complained about your controlling boyfriend. they’d been the ones to open your eyes to tojis unhealthy attachment issues.
you’d left before he could become even more stuck to you than he already was.
© VNUSOKI 24 !! do not copy, repost or plagiarise my work.
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POV: giving Soobin a handjob
A/N : just a short lil thing i dug up from my drafts for y'all to enjoy while i write my next soobie fic :)
pairing : sub!soobin x dom!gnreader
warnings : nsfw, strong lanuage, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, , mommy kink!, hot but fluffy and sweet :3, Soobin is just a cutie, y/n calls him 'bun/ny' and babyboy, handjob [m recieving]
it always starts with the little touches - mainly you just unable to keep your hands off of his gentle, silky skin, running your fingers down his lean yet soft torso over his little abs or feeling up his arms.
and poor soobie always gets so flustered from it - no matter how long you two have been together, he always feels and acts like it's his first time being touched.
being the sensitive sweetie that he is, of course the littlest things you do evoke tingles to course through his body, quickly trailing down south 🤭. he gets so hard so easily, bless.
he's never one to initiate anything though. he could be the neediest and the horniest and the most aroused he's ever been in his life, but he'd never be the guy to ask for you to touch him. not until you offer.
he's too polite to. in a way he's ashamed about it, in a way he hopes you won't notice, but deep down he hopes you do.
and you use that just to tease him. is it a bit sadistic? sure, but seeing him cuddle your arm nuzzling his squishy little cheeks into your shoulder while his legs are crossed trying not to hump your thigh like a pathetic little puppy is so precious.
soobinnie will just sit there with a slight pout on his blushed face and the glossiest eyes while he tries to still listen to whatever you're talking about. he gets so fiddly and squirmy and restless though, which is another dead give away.
kisses and cuddles will melt this boy like butter. you'd start with one on his forehead, then his cheek, then to his lips where he'd whimper a little after you pull away
it's that which always seems to break you, and you bite your lip asking him is everything okay bunny? tell mommy what's wrong..
and just like that his eyes widen knowing fully well that you know something, but its just so humiliating for him to admit anything. you make him so nervous, he can barely get his words out!
he'd babble dumbly until finally managing to drop a hint, his lips pouting and pursing so prettily as he looks down at his lap, unable to look you in the eyes he's so embarrassed. he mumbles under his breath, words slurred by his pouted lips saying 'm f-fine- just- just love you so much i- hmpfh~
it's always a struggle to get his words out when he's like this, he'd notice your cunning smirk and how you lay a hand on his thigh. he'd shiver at the contact, and surveil how as you sweet-talk him how your hand shifts higher and higher
poor bunny cant help but make pretty noises too, his hand glued to his mouth muffling his whines, and once you finally press your palm against his extremely obvious bulge asking him is this whats making you so restless babyboy?, soobin crumbles.
he'd nod wordlessly, his heartrate speeding up, unable to make eyecontact with you. his chest rises and falls breathing heavy through his nose as you begin to palm him through his sweatpants or jeans or whatever he chose to wear that day.
it wouldn't take him long before whimpering mommy~ into his hand - and you'd ask him what's that my love? i can't hear you~ though you knew fully well what he said.
once you slowly drag the hemline of his pants down, his cock springs up to attention and you gawk teasingly like you'd never seen it before; almost mocking him for getting so hard
obviously for a big boy like him, his cock is proportionate - nearing 7 inches, shades of pink and tan painting his most delicate spots, always clean shaved or lightly stubbled since he likes to keep everything clean and soft.
you'd coo at him, calling him a poor bun~, rhetorically asking him how did my sweet boy get so hard hm? which makes his cock twitch immediately, whining in humiliation but he loves it deep down.
once you take the length in your hand he'd nuzzle his face into your shoulder and occasionally look down with those pouty lips ajar, cheeks flushed pink, eyes clouded with desire as you pump him slowly, focusing thumb movements on his tip which drove him wild.
s-so good~ p-please~ t-thank you mommy~ he'd exhale all high pitched and desperate with stammered babbles. you'd chuckle almost evily, and drape your arm around his shoulders, holding him close as you pump him towards his climax.
the amount of time of which he last varies - but usually he's pretty quick to reach orgasm, bless him. sometimes you like to deny him his orgasm a couple times just to drag out the fun longer. each time he's left whining, begging, sobbing, but it means when he finally cums, it's almost sedative.
he tends to cum a lot too - makes sense as him being so touch and attention starved until he met you, a lot has pent up.
once his climax washes over him, poor baby can't help but buck his hips up pathetically into your hand, spilling the prettiest white ropes that trickle down his length and over your fist which he always apologizes for - he feels so naughty making a mess.
it's such a sight seeing his face - cheeks all flushed, doe eyes squinted into slits, his lip bitten behind his bunny teeth trying to silence his noises but it's no use.
and soobie isn't necessarily obnoxiously loud, his tendency to whimper and mewl into your shoulder keeps his pretty noises between you two, but it's still heavenly to hear him as he succumbs to your touches.
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ok but rafe telling you to stay of figure 8, but fucking you as punishment (lets pretend thats a punishment💀). you crying from being cornered and intimidated by him only turns him on more and cant help but fuck more tears out of you!!!
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you were currently in the back of rafe's truck getting the pounding of your life. this was your "punishment", you committed the crime of showing your face on figure 8 after rafe found out you were still friends with jj and the rest of the pogues.
you tried to argue that it wasn't fair, you were a pogue yourself and you can't just abandon the friends you grew up with but he didn't care. if you wanted to be with him, you had to go full kook.
"you're so fuckin lucky i even let you in my truck, if i tell you to fuckin do something you do it."
rafe wraps your hair around his fist to anchor you towards him, you do your best to match his pace but it's too much.
"but-but they're my-"
"you think i give a fuck? i see you with those dirty fuckin pogues again, we have a problem." he pushes your face down on the expensive leather seats, pounding away at you until he feels you about to cum and then pulling away--jerking his dick in rough strokes until his seed splatters across your back.
"rafe what the fuck?" you reach back to try and wipe as much of his cum off you as you can, only to smear it more on your shirt.
he scoffs, buckling himself back into his shorts and shakes his head in mock sympathy, "i only care enough to make my girl cum, not random pogue bitches. now get the fuck out my car."
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Hi!!! I love your content so far, it's amazing ♥. If requests are still open could I ask for In heat/Mating season Dogday or Catnap x Fem!Reader?
Mating Season
warnings:smut,cussing
relationships: in heat!dogday x fem!reader
writing type: second person
genre: smut
it was spring in the playcare. all the children were running around, laughing, playing, really anything they could do. it was also the first spring since youve been dating dogday. wait- speaking of which, where is he?
you wandered around the center plaza of the playcare, asking around to see if anyone has seen dogday. you begin walking up to hoppy, who was playing soccer. "hey hoppy, have you seen dogday?" you ask, seemingly worried. "nah, usually he's with the other kids." hoppy seemed to he focused on her sport, so you decided to leave her alone. you turn around and faceplant right into bobbys chest. "shit.... sorry. what about you? have you seen him?" you were quick to question, obviously embarrassed. "sorry toots! haven't seen him either, have you checked his house?" bobby would respond, after you bumped into her. "oh, no actually, thanks! ill go check that now." you mutter, running off in the direction of dogdays house. as you walked on the street where all the critters lived, you couldnt help but notice how eerily quiet it was. usually kids would be hustling through there, but not today.
as you walk up to dogdays house, who was on the very end, you cant help but notice how all of his windows were blocked out. usually he would have them open, obviously for sunlight. you decide to ignore it, softly knocking on the door. a bunch of rustling can be heard, along with a few whimpers every now and then. suddenly, the door is opened, revealing a slightly different looking dogday than normal. his face was flushed, he looked like he was sweating, he was shirtless, and god... his sweatpants were loosely hanging off his waist, showing his hip dips. your eyes wander for a second, before returning to dogdays half lidded gaze. "puppy? are you alright?" he doesn't respond, instead he grabs you by the arm and pulls you into his house. he makes sure to close and lock the door, before staring you deeply in the eyes. "if i tell you something, do you promise to keep it a secret?" you nod, your seemingly confused gaze still wandering. "you know what spring is for animals right..?" he asks, looking off to the side. "dogday where are you going with this..?" you ask suddenly. he sighs, closing his eyes for a second. "its mating season angel." his eyes dart back and fourth between yours, looking for even a hint of discomfort.
"oh.."
"thats why ive been so distant recently. i didn't want to make you uncomfortable." he mutters, resting his large hands on your shoulders. it was your turn to be silent. instead, you kiss him softly, before pulling away. "it doesn't make me uncomfortable. and I'm willing to help you if you need me to.." his body goes tense, and his eyes widen. he can feel his arousal growing. it was already high to begin with, but seeing you, and all your glory, made him all the more needy. "angel... are you sure..? we haven't taken this step in the relationship yet." he was right, y'all haven't had sex yet. but it couldn't be that bad, whether you were a virgin or not, you doubt he would hurt you. "i'm sure dogday. im ready to take things a step further." neither of you had seen each other naked, but there was a first for everything yes?
he slowly but desperately nods, leaning down to kiss you passionately. his tall frame looming over yours as he does so. his hands slide down your waist, grabbing and groping every curve he can. his tail was slicing through the air so fast, that you could literally hear it. he gently lifts you up, and parts the kiss so he could see where he was walking. his vanilla scent wafts in the air, taking up every space it could. he finally makes it to his bedroom, softly setting you down on the bed. he looks at you with loving eyes, kissing you softly, and pulling away. he lets out a shaky sigh and reaches for the waist line of his sweatpants, staring you in the eyes as he does so. you look down in anticipation, in all honesty, you would think about how he would look naked quite often. embarrassingly often at that. he slowly pulls down his sweatpants, revealing his all too hard erection. you stare in awe at his massive size, reaching out to touch the tip with one of your fingers. "ohh...my god.." he whispers, more to himself than anything. he gently pushes you onto the mattress, and pulls your shirt over your head. he practically starts drooling at the sight of your perky breasts staring at him. his hand grabs a hold on one, gently massaging it. his other hand, reaches for your bottoms and tugs it off, leaving you in only panties. "you're perfect." he lets out a soft whimper and starts pulling off your panties with both hands, gasping at the sight of your glistening pussy.
he inches down onto his knees, using his large hands to push apart your thighs, holding the back of your knees in the air. you can feel his hot breath on it as he looks up at you for permission. with a slow nod, he licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking gently. whimpering as he hears your gentle moan. his hands move from gripping the back of your knees, to gripping your inner thighs and pushing them apart for better access. at this point, his muzzle is soaked, and he's desperately eating you out like a starved man. you were approaching your first orgasm of the night, and he was needy for it. honestly, he was making more noises than you were. finally, the knot snaps, and you cum, he pulls away for a second to watch it ooze out of you, before diving back in and suck you clean. once he's finished he stands back up, leaning over you and crawling on top of you. he leaves pepper kisses all over your breasts and neck, and lands a kiss to your pretty lips. you can taste yourself on his mouth and tongue. "d-do you think it will hurt?" you ask wearily. he nods slowly, wincing a bit. "a little. but ill try to make it easier." he says, rubbing smooth circles on upur lower stomach. you slowly turn on your stomach under him, so he crawls off to let you get into position. he watches in awe as you get on all fours, breasts pressing against the bed and ass in the air, showing everything you've got to him. "you're such a pretty girl..." he mutters, sliding a hand to gently massage your ass cheek. he moves into position behind you, gently leaning down so that his chest is pressed against your back. you can feel the lengthly tip caressing your entrance. you squeeze your eyes shut, scared for the pain. he pushes in at an agonizingly slow pace, reaching his hand around to rub your clit with soft motions. he gives it a few minutes before he starts thrusting. his pace was still slow; but god did it feel good. you moan loudly into the pillow, his length filling you entirely. you almost let out a giggle, because you can practically hear his tail wagging and slicing through the air.
he begins kissing you on the back, trailing it up and to the back of your neck. he pushes your hair to the side, and bites down gently on the skin. you let out a slutty moan, urging him to keep going. he bites slightly harder, your moans egging him on, as his pace quickens. his balls started smacking your clit just right, and his dick was hitting your g-spot with ease. it wasn't long before you were cumming again, clenching and unclenching around his cock. you notice how his thrusts get more sloppy, signaling he was close. he was letting out slutty whimpers constantly, his heat only making him all the more aroused.
"where do you want it angel...?" .... "inside." his hips still, and he seems confused. "uh? are you sure..?" he asks wearily. "fuck... please dogday." you whimper. his pace starts going faster than ever, skin on skin slapping filling the room. soon, he was a whimpering mess, his load shooting deep inside of you. he still managed to rub your clit, though his hands were shaky, it made it all the more better. one you were both finished, he gets up, not before watching the cum ooze out of you, then he walks to the bathroom to grab a rag. one he returns, he starts wiping you and himself down, cleaning up the remaining mess. "we can get a shower in the morning." he says while flopping down next to you. "definitely." you sigh, snuggling closer to him, and drifting to sleep.
mating season, wasn't over.
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I'm drawing Kakashi for the first time (as much as I love them, I rarely ever draw naruto characters so this is a little fun and new for me) and I'm struggling a little bc I'm trying to draw him relaxed, reclining with pakkun (in the way I recline with my cat) and I'm realizing there's something so personal abt drawing him in such a vulnerable pose ig. Like? I'm very tired too rn so maybe I'm being extra emotional and rambly but there are so few scenes of kakashi in canon where he's not wearing the jounin vest, where he's alone and relaxed and out of uniform. And I didn't realize it until I was trying to think back to other similar scenes and there really weren't any. and I'm kind of mesmerized by how you draw him because you capture that so so well, your art is gorgeous but it's also so real and expressive in a way that shows a lot of practice and a lot of love. Idk i think I've said this before and I'm sorry if it's annoying that I'm saying it again (I'll just shut up after this lol) but I went to an art school and I had massive burnout and only really started drawing again in the past 6 months and you were one of my inspirations 2 start drawing again and I'm still not as good as I'd like to be but I draw so much more now and having an actual passion for art has led to a huge improvement, so thank you and thank u for bearing with me and my sleep-deprived rambles. I think my original point got sidetracked. I forgot why i started writing this ask.
dkgjhsdgkjdshg no i think you're 100% right abt the kakashi relaxed thing, even when we see him "relaxed" he doesn't ever really Look relaxed. like
here he is chilling out in the hot springs. this man does not look relaxed but he DOES look exhausted and maybe a little like he's gotten lost. somebody help this confused man find the exit.
anyway art + motivation talk beneath the cut
djhsdkjghsdkjhg thank u for all the compliments abt my art, i do work really hard in order to draw expressive characters, and spend a lot of time paying attention to how the small details in posture and expression change how the character comes across, and im glad it pays off!
also yeah no, similarly, once i left art school (when the pandemic hit) i did have a good 6 months where i did not pick up the pencil even once, and like, usually i feel rlly bad or guilty when i'm not drawing, but my burnout was real bad and i was straight up angry abt everything dgkjhsdgkjh so i just...didn't draw for like 6 months. i didn't even feel bad about it bc i was too busy being angry
and i had a bad relationship with art at the time and eventually realized i kind of had to like? make a different relationship with art—like, try to stop seeing art as something which gave me fundamental worth as a human being, or part of who i am? you know? that's a LOT of pressure to put on just...something that i do.
if i took that kind of approach to literally any other task in my life, i'd never do it. imagine thinking that the way and style with which you descend the stairs gives you your worth as a person and if you don't do it exactly right then it means you're worthless as a person? buddy i'd just find a way to go down and out through the window LMAO
i think this is the thing which gives a lot of people burnout, it's exhausting to be constantly working on something and ALSO believe that if you fuck it up even a little, it's because you are the fuckup, and a fundamental failure of a person. god thats so much pressure.
anyway so i decided to make a naruto art blog because i don't even like naruto That Much but my best friend had been trying to get me into it for years (ty kate ilu kate), and so any art that i made would be purely for fun, wouldn't have anything to do with my self worth, and might make kate laugh too, and that's why this blog exists! and taking the pressure off of creating art like that has been enormously helpful to my mental health and my ability to create, also i take breaks alllllll the time, i'm like...way healthier about my art thanks to that, and also just...a nicer person, i think?
anyway i'm very glad that i inspired you to get back into art but i'm far more glad that you've found a passion for it, cultivating that passion and joy is so important
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