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Hi! I don't know if you take requests right now but I read your Luka smut and it was great! Can you do one similar with Cat Noir and female reader? Thanks!

I'm glad you liked it! I am taking requests but unfortunately not for Miraculous Ladybug. Thank you though for your support 💕

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When seeing the same fic posted on multiple platforms, am I the only person that assumes it's the same author or actually asks the author if they use multiple platforms, rather than accusing them of stealing?

I am so sick of people trying to call me out as a "lazy writer" or a copycat for posting MY OWN WORK because my different accounts have different usernames.

#Writers use multiple platforms #Think before you accuse #Or ask fucking questions

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I'm Sorry Kiss - Katsuki Bakugo

A/N: Based on a dream I had where I got into a fight with Bakugo and ended up in the hospital. I know that Bakugo rejecting someone because he wants to focus on being a hero is kinda overdone but it was the first thing I thought of and I tried to embellish it. Also, I know that Dynamight is his official hero name, but I refuse because I like Ground Zero better. Gender neutral!reader. PS, I generally suck at fight scenes, and I’ve never written for any of the pros before, so I apologize if anything seems off. Words: 3,410

“Bakugo… I like you.”

Bakugo Katsuki stared at the confession in his hands. The letter was long, nearly three pages front-to-back, and the paper was beginning to wrinkle from the intensity of his grip.

How did this happen?

You’d insisted upon befriending Bakugo during first year, despite having been placed in class 1-B and therefore hardly getting to spend time with the blond. You found ways around that; sparring sessions, homework nights, even the occasional movie night in the 1-A common room. You’d spent so much time around Bakugo that they’d adopted you as an honorary classmate, and they were ready to crown you royalty when you’d shown up for one particular game night with the explosive blond in tow. You’d become friends – close friends. Bakugo supposed he hadn’t minded that. But now, here you stood, two years later, presenting him with a letter of your true feelings.

“Uh… Bakugo?”

How could you let that happen? How could he?

“I’m going to be the number one hero,” he murmured gruffly, refusing to meet your eyes. The spark of hope that sat in your chest flickered weakly in response to his tone. You’d spend enough time around Bakugo to know his moods from a single grunt, and right now, he didn’t sound particularly enthused.

“I’m going to be number one,” he repeated. “I can’t do that if I let extras like you weigh me down.”

The flame in your chest was extinguished in an instant, suffocated by the stomp of Ground Zero’s boot. “Bakugo, I-“

“I don’t want to hear it,” he grumbled. His voice was low, nearly unrecognizable. It was a tone you’d never heard from him.

“Just go,” he growled, turning away from you. All you could do was stare at his back as he stalked down the hallway, footsteps heavy with anger. Tears bubbled in your lash line, blurring your vision, but you choked them back, standing pathetically in the middle of the hall.

The rest of the school year blurred into one muddled block of time. Your visits to the 3-A dorm had ceased nearly immediately upon Bakugo’s rejection of your feelings. You passed your friends in the hallway every now and then, and you didn’t shy away from a sparring match during mixed training days, but you kept your distance from Ground Zero and avoided discussing what had happened to your friendship. Mina and Kirishima had known the cause of the rift as soon as you stopped coming around, and they offered sympathetic glances and attempted words of encouragement whenever your classes trained together.

Graduation sneaked up on you before you’d even realized the school year had ended. You walked through the ceremony in a haze, barely tuning into the speeches and announcements. Friends, classmates, and pro heroes congratulated you on your success, as well as your impending position at Fatgum’s agency. You could only hope that Bakugo had accepted a job literally anywhere else, preferably at an agency that rarely interacted with Fatgum.

You weren’t working at the agency long before you were called to join Fatgum on patrol. Your heart hammered inside your chest as you strolled beside the BMI hero down the streets of Esuha City, keeping your eyes out for any lurking danger. This was your first patrol as a fully-fledged hero, and you were determined to make a good impression.

“So, (hero/n),” Fatgum beamed beside you, “what made you choose my agency? Word around the hero ranks is that you had quite a few offers by the time you graduated!”

“Oh!” you fumbled in surprise, heat rising to your cheeks. “Well, I’ve always admired you, Mr. Fatgum, sir. The way you always keep such a positive attitude even in the midst of a dangerous battle is inspiring. A lot of pro heroes are really intimidating, but you’re more genuine than that.”

“Aw, thanks kid! You’re making me blush!” the hero let out a laugh. “But please, just call me Fatgum! No need for that ‘Mr’ nonsense. You’re working with me, after all!”

“Not to be pedantic,” you countered, lifting a hand to scratch awkwardly at the back of your neck, “but technically I work for you.”

Fatgum shook his head. “I know a lot of pros see it that way; they like having subordinates to boss around. But you’ve seen how I interact with Suneater, haven’t you? I like to think of you guys as colleagues rather than employees.”

“I appreciate that si- Fatgum,” you replied with a soft smile. “That’s another reason I chose your agency. You respect all heroes, regardless of their rank or experience.”

Before he could respond, a scream sliced through the otherwise quiet afternoon. You shared a look with the BMI hero before you both took off towards the sound, the local citizens parting the way as you approached. The source of the scream was revealed to be a young woman, maybe a few years older than you, cowering on the pavement beneath a much larger man. Your footsteps alerted him to your presence, and he spun on his heel to face you and Fatgum. His mouth was open, his large tongue hanging down to the ground, tapered at the tip and barbed all the way down. His face appeared disfigured, his eyes pitch black and his jaw unhinged.

“He looks like something out of a sci-fi movie,” you commented, grounding your feet and preparing to activate your quirk.

“Keep your distance,” Fatgum warned. “That tongue looks like a long-range attack, and I don’t think those spikes would be too comfy.”

You nodded in agreement as the man, if he could even be called such, screeched at you, the sound akin to a pterodactyl. Looking lower, you found long claws taking place of his fingers, and a thick reptilian tail extended from his backside. Fatgum stood tall and firm as the mutated villain lunged forward, tongue extending to wrap around the hero’s frame. Once he collided with the hero’s belly, he bounced backwards, landing roughly on the ground. You dashed to the side, out of the villain’s sight, to check on the woman whose scream had caught your attention.

“Are you hurt?” you asked her quietly, checking for any obvious injuries.

“I’m okay,” she insisted. “You two came just in time. I think he was about to eat me!”

You took her hands in yours, helping her stand. “Get as far away from here as you can. We’ll take care of this guy.”

She nodded and bowed her head in thanks before running down the street, blending into the crowd. Just as you turned around, the mutated man turned his attention towards you, having lost interest in his one-sided fight against Fatgum. You could see tears in Fatgum’s costume, evidence that the reptilian villain had attempted quite a bit of damage. But now his focus was on you, and you barely had time to jump out of the way before his barbed tongue lashed towards you. You activated your quirk, but before you could charge in with a single attack, the villain spun around, his tail sweeping the ground where you stood, knocking you off your feet.

Fatgum charged forward, enveloping the villain with his fat and restricting his movements. The villain screeched again, leading you to weakly cover your ears before a flapping sound echoed through the air. Your gaze lifted to find what appeared to be another mutated man in the sky, flying with large, leathery wings. Upon spotting his restrained comrade, he dove down towards Fatgum, his sharp beak-like face stabbing into the hero’s shoulder. Fatgum grunted, stumbling backwards from the impact.

You rose to your feet, ready to rush to his aid when something wrapped around your torso. Looking down, you found what appeared to be scaled fingers as long and thick as your leg secured around your body. Struggling against its grasp, you turned your head to look behind you, coming face-to-face with a third disfigured villain.

Lunchtime found Ground Zero and Red Riot sitting on the roof of their shared apartment building, bento boxes packed by one Bakugo Katsuki in hand.

“What happened between you and (y/n), man?” Kirishima inquired suddenly and with all the subtlety of a stampeding elephant.

Bakugo fixed his garnet gaze on the sky above them. “We’re not friends anymore.”

The redhead huffed a humorless laugh. “Yeah, I know that. I want to know why. You two used to be tight; tighter than you and me, and that’s saying something.”

The blond remained silent.

Kirishima watched his friend, coworker, and roommate for a moment. “What? Did they confess to you, or something?”

Bakugo’s gaze fell to the food he no longer had any desire to eat.

Kirishima’s own eyes widened. “Shit, man. Isn’t that a good thing? You’ve been in love with them since that first movie night they convinced you to join.”

The blond quickly turned towards his friend, brows furrowed as though he hadn’t been obviously pining over you for three years.

The redhead laughed, loud and genuine. “Did you think us extras didn’t notice? You never joined movie night for anyone, not even me. Plus, you let them sit on your lap, and you were practically vibrating when they fell asleep on you. Everyone knew how you felt about them, except for them. And maybe you.”

Bakugo’s expression turned sorrowful and his eyes fell back to his lap. “I know how I feel about them,” he murmured, his voice lacking its usual gravelly edge. “I didn’t want to admit it, but I know.”

“Then why didn’t you accept their confession?” his friend questioned lightly. When Bakugo didn’t respond, Kirishima exhaled a sigh. “You gave them the ‘number one hero’ speech, didn’t you?”

The explosive hero flinched. That was all the response Kirishima needed.

“When are you going to stop using that bullshit excuse to push people away?” he demanded. When Bakugo faced him with wide, surprised eyes, he continued. “You’re going to be number one hero. Everyone knows that. Why can’t you be number one while having a loving partner at your side? (y/n) has always supported you, even back before you were social. They understand how important this is to you. And I know how much you care about them. Why push them away?”

“That’s not why,” came Bakugo’s soft response. “That’s what I told them, but that’s not why I rejected them.”

Kirishima waited, quietly and patiently, for his friend to continue, knowing that encouraging him would only make him shut down.

The blond inhaled deeply before speaking again. “I’m going to be the number one hero,” he reiterated, and the hardening hero knew that it wasn’t just his ego talking now. “What if they get hurt? Being close to me means that villains can use them as leverage, or worse. And it’s like you said - they were there before I was social, when I thought everyone was just in my way. They don’t deserve that. They deserve to be with someone nice, someone like Deku maybe, someone who doesn’t treat them the way I did.”

Only Kirishima ever saw this side of Bakugo - vulnerable, honest, insecure. He knew there was always more to Bakugo’s emotions than the explosive, sandpaper surface.

“That’s exactly why they deserve you, and you deserve them,” he responded softly, earnestly. “You’ve never cared this much about how you treat anyone. You’ve grown so much since our first year at UA, man. You’re a mature hero now, and when you become number one, you’ll have the power and resources to protect people like (y/n). Do you think they would have confessed to you if you were still that antisocial asshat from first year? They’ve watched you grow as a person, grow closer to them. And then you just ripped all of that away.”

Bakugo flinched again. He knew that rejecting your confession must have gutted you, if how miserable he felt about it was anything to go by. But before he could fathom a response, a distress call came in through their earpieces.

“All nearby heroes summoned to Esuha City,” came Fatgum’s staticy voice, and Bakugo’s heart raced in his chest. “(hero/n) and I were attacked, and when the villains realized they couldn’t hurt me, they all launched at (hero/n). I need someone to take them to the hospital while the rest of us take these villains down.”

Bakugo’s heart dropped to his stomach. You were hurt. He jumped to his feet, Kirishima following suit, leaving their bento boxes unopened on the rooftop as they sped to your location.

The steady beep of your heartrate monitor echoed in the otherwise silent hospital room. Ground Zero sat, still in his hero costume, in an uncomfortable chair beside your bed. His elbows rested on his knees as he hunched forward, holding his forehead in his hands. He’d refused to leave the hospital after reluctantly handing you over to the staff so that they could tend to your injuries, demanding an update on your progress every half hour. Were he not a newly popular hero, security would have escorted him away. Thankfully, Red Riot stayed close by to keep the explosive hero grounded while they waited for the doctors to finish patching you up.

As soon as you’d been assigned a room, Bakugo had stationed himself at your bedside and refused to leave. Friends and colleagues had come and gone to check on you as well as Bakugo, knowing that he was irrationally blaming himself for your current state.

“You need to talk to them,” was Deku’s first response upon seeing the blond in your hospital room. Once the villains had been neutralized and Fatgum had been checked over, green hero had made his way as quickly as possible to the hospital to ensure that you had survived your injuries.

“I know,” Bakugo grumbled in response, refusing to look his childhood friend in the eye. He lifted his head from his hands and gazed sorrowfully at your sleeping face, littered with scrapes and bruises. His garnet eyes traveled down your form, taking in the number of bandages and casts wrapped around various parts of your body. He couldn’t help but think if only he’d been there-

“This wasn’t your fault,” Deku commented, his gaze darting between Bakugo’s self-loathing and your peaceful face. “There was nothing you could have done. (y/n) is a capable hero; there were just too many villains. You did exactly what they needed by bringing them here to get help.”

The blond exhaled a deep sigh, as though he’d been holding his breath. “I know.”

A soft gasp sounded in the nearly silent room, and two sets of eyes turned towards you. Your lips were parted and your eyes began to flutter, and Deku took it as his cue to leave. He closed the door behind him, offering the two of you some much-needed privacy.

Bakugo jumped to his feet, but his legs suddenly turned to lead as he attempted to approach your bed. He watched as your eyes opened and you blinked wearily at your surroundings. Hesitation gripped every bone in his body and all he could do was stare helplessly.

Your head turned, catching sight of the blond at your side, and your eyes widened. “Bakugo?” you whispered, your voice raspy. “What are you doing here?”

The sound of your voice was enough for the blond to push himself forward, walking closer until he stood directly beside your bed. His hands gripped at the railing as he looked at you, brows furrowed and mouth agape, his brain struggling to form words.

“I’m sorry.”

Well, shit. He wasn’t planning to jump into an apology. He was hoping to prepare himself a little more first.

Your brow furrowed as you gazed at your former classmate and long-time crush. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“Everything,” he exhaled, dropping to his knees as gazing into your tired eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you were hurt; when you needed me. I’m sorry I pushed you away when you confessed to me. I’m sorry I just threw away everything we had.”

Your face turned stoic, and Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you murmured softly, your gaze drifting away from the blond. “You didn’t return my feelings. You wanted to focus on being a hero. I understood that; I never blamed you for it.”

Bakugo shook his head. “I lied,” he admitted, and his chest fluttered. “That wasn’t why I rejected you, I was just too afraid to be honest with myself, or with you.”

You turned back to face the explosive hero, eyes widened with surprise and the smallest sliver of hope. “Why... Why did you reject me, then?”

He inhaled deeply, steeling his nerves before holding your gaze. He reached up with one hand, gingerly placing it atop yours, squeezing gently when you didn’t pull away.

“If I’m going to become the number one hero, I’m gonna make a lot of enemies,” he explained, his thumb rubbing across the back of your bandaged hand. “With my personality, the media would be all over any kind of relationship I had. They’d find out everything they could about you, and villains would use that to their advantage. They could hurt you to get to me, and I refuse to let that happen.”

“Bakugo...” you breathed, your heart breaking as you considered how he must have been carrying this weight with him since the day you confessed. You squeezed his hand in return to the best of your ability, drawing his attention.

“Bakugo, you forget that I’m a hero too,” you smiled softly. “I’m already in danger, and dating a pro hero is much safer than dating a civilian. We’d be able to protect each other, and I knew when I confessed to you back at UA that being number one was your only goal, and that it would be a dangerous lifestyle. I still loved you then, Bakugo Katsuki, and I do now.”

“It wasn’t my only goal,” the blond murmured, his gaze dropping down to your joined hands. “My main goal, yeah, but I had another.”

You waited patiently for him to continue, teeth gnawing at your lower lip.

“I always wanted to make you happy,” Bakugo admitted, refusing to meet your eyes. “When I let you drag me to those stupid movie nights, or sit on my lap, or snuggle into my chest. The smile on your face was more than worth dealing with my classmates and their stupid stares.”

He rose to his feet, standing before leaning over your figure. Your eyes followed his every move, your free hand lifting to gently brush his cheek. He inhaled shakily at your touch, his hand coming to cradle your face. He leaned closer, his lips ghosting over yours, and your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured before finally closing the gap and capturing your lips. A hum sounded in his throat as the feeling of finally kissing you washed over him. You hummed in return, your hand drifting down to tug at the collar of his hero costume.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, and you chased his words with another kiss.

“I love you too,” you responded before opening your eyes and gazing up into his garnet eyes.

“How about I go home and change-“

Bakugo was cut off by your grip tightening on his shirt, your head shaking adamantly. His brow furrowed as he waited for a verbal response.

“You’re not allowed to leave me anymore,” you murmured softly, and he deflated at the expression on your face.

“Okay,” he smiled softly. “I promise.” He took a step back in order to remove his boots. His gauntlets, mask, headpiece, and neck piece had already been discarded during the hours he waited for you to wake up. His boots soon joined the collection on the floor before he turned back to you and watched as you shifted to make room for him in your hospital bed. He crawled in as gently as possible, outstretching an arm for you to lay on. You curled into his chest, careful not to apply pressure to any of your wounds. His arms wrapped securely, protectively around you, and the next time one of your pro hero friends came to check on you, they’d find the two of you fast asleep and wrapped up in each other.

Writer's Block Masterlist

Writer's Block Fandoms and Characters

#writer's block #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #ground zero #my hero academia #mha #my hero academia x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert

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I might totally try this when my TMJ acts up

My new mission in life is to impart this wisdom to as many people as possible

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Had a conversation about dinosaurs with a 4 year old that looked like Tsukishima. Absolutely made my day

#Dinosaurs #Tsukishima #Haikyuu #Tsukishima kei

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I had no idea people were doing this! If you ever feed anything I write to AI, kindly choke on a sandpaper cock and unfollow me before I block you. This is the epitome of disrespect. I knew AI was stealing art and bullshitting essays but I didn't know about this. Fuck AI.

Hi,

It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

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Can you do a hatsuharu nsfw alphabet? I love your writing and remember to take all the time you need and if your too busy you don’t have to do it! 😊

I tried to keep it gender neutral since a gender wasn't specified. I'm sorry it took so long! 😭 I hope you like it!

Also, just so no one comes at me, believe this is whatever sort of AU you want for the zodiac curse to not affect Haru's ability to fuck.

A - Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Master of cuddles. Tell me I'm wrong. Would probably find/buy something for the two of you to snack on. Has all of the food delivery apps on his phone so he doesn't have to put clothes on in order to get food after a good fuck.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of yours)

Haru is an ass man and you cannot tell me otherwise. Even if he's just going in for a "good morning" or "goodbye" kiss, he's got at least one handful of your ass. He prefers two, but sometimes hair needs to be pulled or a cheek needs to be held at the same time.

C - Cum (Anything to do with it)

Want you smothered, want you covered like my Waffle House hash browns. He will pull out just so he can coat your entire body in cum. Let him fuck your tits (if you have any) and he will worship the ground you walk on.

D - Dirty secret

Honestly I don't think this man has secrets. He dragged an upperclassman into the bathroom to show him his junk when he was accused of his hair color being fake. Cow has no filter.

E - Experience

Talks a big game but actually only sleeps with people who are really important to him.

F - Favorite position

Doggy 🥵 then he can take as many handfuls of ass as he pleases, along with handfuls of hair. Watching your ass bounce on his cock (especially when he holds still and makes you do all the work) brings him over the edge faster than any variety of porn ever could.

G - Goofy (how serious/goofy are they in the moment)

Pretty serious, but he won't hold back a laugh if the situation calls for it. He's got a good sense of humor.

H - Hair (how groomed are they)

I mean, just ask the upperclassman who dared to discredit Haru's hair. Honestly though, I don't think he'd trim much, but he'd definitely keep it clean.

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they)

Despite how rough he wants to appear, he's a big softie with the right person. Rose petal bubble baths, fucking until the water gets cold or floods the bathroom.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he gets himself off, you're gonna know about it. Depending on where you are/what you're doing and what kind of mood he's in, he'll either text you explicit details of what he's doing and what he's thinking about, or he'll send photos and videos. If you weren't horny when it started, you will be by the time it's over.

K - Kink

BDSM all the way. Whips, chains, handcuffs, nipple clamps, blindfolds, swings, collars and leashes. The workers at the adult shop know him very well.

L - Location (favorite place)

Anywhere with a possibility of getting caught. You can't tell me Haru isn't an adrenaline junkie, and nothing gets him hot like thinking someone could interrupt at any moment and get an eyeful of his hard cock slipping inside of you.

M - Motivation (what turns them on)

Teasing. Send him naughty pictures when you know he's in public and can't respond in kind, or rub his thigh when you're out to dinner with some friends and family. Lingerie is a big ticket turn on too. But tread lightly - he gives even better than he gets.

N - No (what they won't do)

Anything you're not 100% sure about. He always wants to try new things, but he never wants to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

O - Oral (how skilled are they, etc)

This fucking man 🥵 he eats pussy/sucks dick like it's a gourmet meal. He loves receiving, of course, but only if it's your idea. He doesn't want to coerce you into anything. And if you surprise him with a blowjob, expect a fucking string of orgasms to follow.

P - Pace

He only slows down when he wants to edge and tease. He's a fast and hard guy all the way, slamming his hips into yours loud enough to echo through the room, with his fingers leaving bruises on your hips. But if you've been naughty, sending him dirty pics or touching yourself without permission, he'll take you apart as s l o w l y as he possibly can, until you're pleading to cum.

Q - Quickie (how they compare to proper sex)

Haru will take anything he can get with you. He loves to take his time fucking you properly, but a quickie in the bathroom in the middle of dinner is plenty to tide him over until he has more time.

R - Risk (do they like to experiment)

He'll try anything once. He has no limits unless it's dangerous to you or his dick.

S - Stamina

Mans will fuck you unconscious, don't test him. He can go round after round after round.

T - Toys

He loves using toys to edge and torment you. Vibrating panties on date night, handcuffs so that he can manipulate your body to his heart's desire, a blindfold so that all you can focus on is the physical sensations overwhelming your body.

U - Unfair (do they like to tease)

Does Haru like to tease? Is his hair two-toned? Is Kyo a grumpy cat? Come on now. If he isn't teasing you, he isn't having fun.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

The more he gets you going, the louder he gets. He starts off with some whispered dirty talk and grunts under his breath when he feels how soaked you are, but once you start moaning and begging for more, he lets everything out. He's laughing, moaning, growling. He'll tug your head back and groan in your ear. Expect a string of explitives when he cums.

W - Wild card (random headcanon)

He likes to fuck in someone else's bed. If you're spending the night somewhere like Shigure's house, sex is not off the table just because you're guests. Also other people's showers. Anywhere that isn't ethically acceptable to fuck.

X - X-ray (what's in their pants)

Definitely a shower, not a grower. He's long and thick to begin with, and he only gets longer and thicker when he's hard.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

It doesn't ever slow down or turn off. Haru is always horny, even when he's asleep.

Z - Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep)

I feel like he takes a while to fall asleep, but once he's out he's dead to the world. The apocalypse couldn't wake that man but pussy totally can.

#Nsfw #nsfw alphabet #fruits basket x reader #reader insert #smut #Fruits basket #hatsuharu sohma x reader #hatsuharu x reader #hatsuharu sohma

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Hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request Voltron x GN or male reader where reader is altean and is an escaped prisoner of Zarkon's. They have similar personality traits to Allura's father so I'm kinda curious of what she and the team would think react when reader and Kolivan fall for each other?

This is so interesting and I would love to read it myself, but I don't think I'd be good at writing it. I suck at prisoner stories to be totally honest, and I'm not familiar enough with Kolivan to do him justice. But I love the idea!

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Hello my demons!

I recently read the sweetest fic involving neurodivergent Sakusa and I absolutely melted, and it inspired me to write a series of one shots about my own triggers and habits and things.

I would love to hear your opinions! Comment some ships or characters you'd like to see me write and I'll match them up to the prompts I have planned!

#New series #reader insert #Ships #fluff #haikyuu #voltron #my hero academia #male reader #adventure time #fruits basket #miraculous ladybug #Maybe smut #Trauma #Triggers #Mental health #Toxic relationships #Healing #Self love #This is how I'm gonna process my trauma

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I was wondering i can request two things fro writing block series one with amusement park date with kyo sohma fem reader :3

And the war ends kiss from mha Bakugou x fem Reader i Hope this is ok

Absolutely 😊 I will add them to the list! Thank you for requesting!

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Aslo forgot to ask do writer for fem reader as well or onky male readers

I write any genders! If you don't specify a gender, I'll usually do female or gender neutral, but all are accepted 😊

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Do u take request currently not it’s ok

I'm currently taking requests for my Writers Block series!

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omg omg omg really nasty/hard Peter Pan smut your writing is so good 🙏

Thank you so much for your support 💕 and in the past I would have absolutely jumped at this request, but unfortunately I'm no longer active in the OUAT fandom. I do have a list of fandoms I'm currently writing for if you'd like to check that out!

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Fandom-based Masterlist

OAll of my masterlists have been sorted by book or series (Writer’s Block, etc) and I know that when I browse someone’s masterlist I enjoy being able to sort by fandom, so here’s most of my work by fandom. Older fics aren’t included because I don’t really want to draw attention to them, but you can find them in my other masterlists.

“Open” means I still accept requests for the fandom. “Closed” means I don’t. I do prefer that requests be made under my Writer’s Block list so that I can get it finished, but if you have a specific request you’d like to make, you’re welcome to as long as it’s an open fandom. Here is a list of characters I accept.

Multi Fandom

Shonen University (master)

Adventure Time (open)

Marshall Lee Abadeer

Photographs (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Death Note (closed)

Mail “Matt” Jeevas

Not According to Plan (fluff)

Descendants (closed)

Harry Hook

Book Shop (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Harry Hook x Carlos de Vil

I’m Sorry Kiss (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Mal x Evie

French Kiss (fluff)

Gilmore Girls (open)

Jess Mariano

Catching Feelings (smut)

Fruits Basket (open)

Hatsuharu Sohma

Out of Darkness (hurt/comfort)

Seductive Kiss (smut)

Year of the Cow (fluff)

Kyo Sohma

Home Alone (fluff)

Haikyuu (open)

Akaashi Keiji

Just an Average Day (fluff)

Kuroo Tetsurou

Favorite TV Show (fluff)

Tsukishima Kei

Awkward Kiss (fluff)

Helluva Boss (open)

Striker

Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure (master)

Miraculous Ladybug (closed)

Chat Noir

Dancing (fluff)

Luka Couffaine

Ride (smut)

Luka Couffaine x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Concert (fluff)

My Hero Academia (open)

Bakugo Katsuki

Sad (angst, hurt/comfort)

Bakugo Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou

Ugly Sweaters (fluff)

Chisaki Kai x Shigaraki Tomura

Coffee (domestic fluff)

Shigaraki Tomura

Flowers (fluff)

Shinso Hitoshi

Long Distance (fluff)

Play With Me (smut)

Shinto Hitoshi x Kaminari Denki

Bedtime (fluff)

Todoroki Shouto

Twister (fluff)

Todoroki Shouto x Bakugo Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku

Comfy Cozy (domestic fluff)

Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku

Enjoying Nature (fluff)

Once Upon a Time (closed)

Killian Jones

Forest (fluff)

Ouran High School Host Club (closed)

Kaoru Hitachiin

Stargazing (fluff)

Tamaki Suoh

Nose Kiss (fluff)

Tamaki Suoh x Kyoya Ootori

Night Beach (fluff)

Riverdale (closed)

Jughead Jones

Sharing a Shake (hurt/comfort)

Sweet Pea x Fangs

School Dance (fluff)

Voltron (open)

James Griffin

Fire (fluff) 

Keith Kogane

Boyfriend Does My Makeup (fluff, humor)

I’m Not Going Anywhere (fluff, comfort)

Pocky Game (fluff)

Lance McClain

Selfie (fluff)

Takashi Shirogane

Out to Dinner (fluff)

Takashi Shirogane x Lance McClain

Surprised Kiss (hurt/comfort)

#masterlist #fandoms #haikyuu #my hero academia #voltron #adventure time #fruits basket #gilmore girls #multi fandom reader inserts #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #smut #fluff #hurt/comfort #angst

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My favourite kind of fics to read and to write

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Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure Masterlist

Striker x Reader - Helluva Boss

Chapter 1: Not Boyfriend Material

Chapter 2: Millie is Going to Kill You

Chapter 3: You Clean Up Nice

Chapter 4: Cowboy Casanova

Chapter 5: Highly Dangerous

Chapter 6: Twenty Grand

Chapter 7: Mission Improbable

Chapter 8: A Snake with Green Eyes

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #female reader #striker #helluva boss striker #striker x reader

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Luka Couffaine x Reader - Ride

Request: Do you accept requests right now? Cuz it would be nice if you could write something smut with Luka with him first as Viperion

Smut warning. Luka/Viperion and the reader are both legal adults.

Again, totally open to any gender for the reader, but if it’s not specified (especially with smut) I automatically write female. Use of one feminine pet name.

Words: 2,985

             Your heart hammered in your chest as you clung to the wall of the back alley, hiding in the shadows to the best of your ability. Akuma attacks were scary enough to watch on TV, but experiencing one yourself was absolutely terrifying.  Everything was loud – the thunderous roar of the akumatized villain, the adrenaline-fueled cries of Ladybug and Cat Noir, the frightened shrieks of victims and passersby. You panted heavily as you sank to the ground, tucking your knees against your chest and willing yourself to appear as small as humanly possible. All you wanted to do was hide. Utter helplessness stabbed at your heart, urging a round of tears to well up in your eyes.

           A wave of something washed over the city, and you gasped at the sudden serenity you felt in the air. Rising to your feet, you tentatively glanced around the corner to find the streets full of normal, non-victimized citizens. A sigh of relief fell from your lips at the realization that the miraculous heroes must have defeated the villain once again.

           “Are you alright?” came a soft, soothing voice from your right. You jumped at the sudden noise, turning to face one of the heroes that Ladybug and Cat Noir must have called in for backup. Viperion, his name was, if you remembered correctly. The snake hero. Damn, he was so much more attractive up close. You’d only seen him at a distance before, across town or on TV. But with him here, standing in front of you, you were likely to lose yourself in his electric blue eyes, gazing at you tenderly as though you were a close friend instead of just a civilian.

           “I’m fine,” you finally managed to exhale. “I ran over here to hide. The villain didn’t see me.”

           “I’m glad you’re not hurt,” Viperion smiled softly, and damnit if his tone didn’t send a chill up your spine.

           “Thanks for your help, Viperion,” came Ladybug’s familiar voice, and you turned to see her approaching from the left. “Oh, hey there. Are you okay?”

           You nodded. “Yes, I’m okay, thank you. You guys were amazing out there.”

           She smiled sweetly. “Just doing our jobs, but it’s nice to be appreciated.” She then turned to Viperion. “Thank you so much for your help. We wouldn’t have been able to capture the akuma without you.”

           The snake hero bowed politely. “It was my pleasure, Ladybug. I suppose you’ll be taking my miraculous back now?”

           Ladybug nodded. “I’m afraid it’s time.”

           “I should go then,” you murmured. As much as your curiosity was eating at you, you understood that their true identities absolutely must remain secret, even from a single random citizen.

           “Thank you,” Ladybug nodded towards you, and you returned it. You crept away from the alley, sauntering through town and making your way home.

           Moments later, a hand grasped your forearm, and you turned around with a gasp. The hand belonged to Luka Couffaine, your friend’s twin and your long-harbored crush.

           “Where did you come from?” you inquired, your eyes darting behind him towards the alley.

           “I was so worried about you,” he murmured instead, taking your hands in his.

           “What?” you questioned, tilting your head in confusion. “Why?”

           “I thought the villain had gotten you,” he admitted. “I looked for you in the crowd, but I couldn’t find you.”

           What? Luka was looking for you?

           “I was hiding,” you explained, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks as he tightened his hold on your hands. “Why were you looking for me?”

           The softest blush dusted his cheeks, and he ducked his head in the cutest way possible. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

           Warmth spread through your core as you gazed at the blue-haired boy. You gnawed at your lower lip, feeling a surge of confidence as you stepped closer to him.

           “Why were you so concerned with my safety?” you inquired, standing close enough that when Luka lifted his head, you could feel his breath on your face.

           Electric blue orbs bore into yours, and you felt your knees weaken. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, but you forced yourself to remain upright and confident.

           “I like you,” he murmured softly, lacing his fingers through yours.

           “You do?” you whispered back, your eyes darting between Luka’s eyes and lips.

           He dipped his head, resting his forehead on yours. “Yes, I do.”

           “I like you, too,” you informed him, removing your hands from his in order to place them on his chest.

           His hands found your hips, and his breath ghosted over your lips. You watched his gaze drop to your lips before meeting your eyes once again.

           “Can I kiss you?” You barely heard his voice, your eyes already closing from the proximity. You managed a nod, exhaling a sigh as his lips pressed tenderly to yours. Warmth flooded your chest at the contact, spreading through your belly before settling in your groin. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but as Luka’s grip on your hips tightened, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable in his arms.

           “Can I take you home?” he whispered huskily against your lips. “We don’t have to do anything. I’d just really like to spend more time with you.”

           Your heart hammered in your chest. You’d had a crush on the blue-haired boy since high school, but you were certain he was in love with Marinette. You didn’t consider he’d ever see you in that light.

           “I’d like that,” you exhaled with a nod. “I have an apartment not far from here.”

           He pulled back to smile softly at you. “Lead the way.”

             It was a short walk back to your place, but it felt like forever as Luka laced his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hand. Your entire body was tingling from the kiss, and you hoped it wasn’t too soon to take things further with the boy you’d loved for so many years.

           When you finally approached your front door, your fingers trembled as you fumbled with your keys. You hoped he didn’t notice as you struggled to insert the key into the lock before finally managing to click it open. He followed suit as you opened the door and stepped into the apartment, his soft gaze wandering across your furniture and belongings.

           “Would you like something to drink?” you offered awkwardly, standing in the middle of the kitchen. “I’ve got water and tea, or I could make some coffee.”

           Luka shook his head, padding closer until he stood before you. “All I need is you.”

           You exhaled a shaky breath at his words, gazing up into his cerulean eyes. “Are you sure?”

           In lieu of a verbal reply, he lifted a hand to cradle the side of your face, bringing your lips to his. You melted into the kiss, your eyes fluttering closed as you pressed back against him. Your hands rested on his chest as his other hand found the small of your back, pulling your figure to his. He began walking backwards, his lips still tangled with yours, leading you out of the kitchen. He managed to find the hallway before he reluctantly broke the kiss.

           “Bedroom?”

           You offered a nod, claiming his lips as your fingers fisted lightly in his jacket, keeping him close as you walked him towards your room. You reached blindly behind you to turn the knob, kicking the door open as you led Luka inside. He spun you around, closing the door and pinning your back to it. You exhaled sharply at the contact, surrendering to him completely. You could feel his smirk against your lips as he kissed you again, his hands sliding down your sides until they wound behind you to grope at your ass. You whimpered into the kiss, sliding one hand to the back of his head and tangling your fingers in his two-toned locks. He grunted softly, and the sound went straight to your core, adding to the heat pooling between your legs.

           “We don’t-“ he panted in between kisses, “we don’t have to do anything.”

           His lips peppered kisses across your jaw and down your neck, despite his considerate words. You gasped as he bit down on your collarbone, nibbling at your skin.

           “I want to,” you managed, lifting his head up to meet your gaze. “If you do.”

           He nodded quickly, kissing you hard. “I do. Very much.”

           His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, tugging you close to his body. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He carried you to your bed, kissing you passionately as he sat down with you on his lap. His hands groped greedily at your ass, and you moaned into his mouth, sliding a hand into his hair. You tugged experimentally at the two-toned strands, drawing a low groan from Luka’s throat that sent another rush of heat straight to your core. He broke the kiss, and you opened your mouth to protest. Before you could form a single word, his perfect lips latched onto your neck, sucking a deep hickey into your skin, and you whimpered, throwing your head back. You tugged harder at his hair, feeling him groan against your neck.

Your fingers pushed at the fabric of his jacket, prying it off his shoulders. He unwound his arms from your waist in order to pull at the sleeves, tossing the garment to the floor. His hands, warm from his natural body heat and calloused from years of strumming his guitar, slid beneath your shirt, over the bare skin of your sides, and your breath hitched in your throat. He removed himself reluctantly from your neck, gazing up at you to ensure the sound hadn’t been hesitation.

           His lips pressed tenderly to the underside of your jaw. “Are you good?”

           Cupping his face in your hands, you ducked your head, capturing his lips with your own. “More than good,” you huffed against his mouth.

           He smirked softly, a gesture that you felt more than saw, as his hands slid further upwards, pulling the fabric of your shirt along with them. You raised your arms above your head to allow the garment to removed completely, leaving Luka to stare wantonly at your breasts, still nestled in your bra.

           “God damn,” he exhaled, his hands slowly lifting to cup your boobs, squishing them experimentally. He tilted his head up to claim another kiss, to which you responded eagerly, as his hands slid around your back to unclasp your bra. You slid your arms out of it, tossing it aside and guiding Luka’s hands to your bare chest. He groaned into the kiss at the feeling of your skin beneath his hands, his fingers dancing across your nipples. You pressed closer, arching your back, and he took a nipple between his fingers, twisting it gently. You whimpered into his mouth and he broke the kiss, ducking his head to wrap his lips around the hardening bud. You tangled a hand in his hair, tugging at the cerulean locks until he groaned around your nipple. He sucked on it until you moaned loudly, detaching himself only to switch sides and repeat his assault on your other breast.

Lustful clouds fogged your brain as you lost yourself in his hands and lips, your own hands across his shoulders. Finding fabric where you wanted to feel skin, you reached lower, taking handfuls of his shirt and tugging upwards. Luka released your breasts and lifted his arms, wiggling out of his shirt before you threw it somewhere behind you. Your fingers danced down his chest and your teeth gnawed at your lower lip as your eyes raked over his toned figure. You’d always known he was the type to eat well and work out, but goddamn you hadn’t expected him to be chiseled like a marble statue. His lips split into a grin as he watched desire pool in your eyes, his hands resting on your hips and tugging them against his own. You moaned in surprise, grinding your hips down to repeat the sensation. The action pulled a moan from his throat as well, and you offered him a satisfied smirk.

           “How do you want me?” you found yourself asking, grinding your hips on his lap. You were almost certain there would be a stain on his jeans from the wetness seeping through your panties.

           “Just like this,” Luka replied, leaning back and gripping your hips in order to thrust upwards, drawing a whimper from your throat. “Is that okay?”

           “Fuck yeah,” you gasped. You braced your hands on his chest, pushing yourself off of his lap. He opened his mouth to question you when your hands found the fastening of your jeans, undoing the button and zipper before hooking your thumbs into the waistband. His mouth hung agape as you slowly slid your pants down your smooth legs, revealing more skin for him to grope and kiss and suckle. His own pants grew uncomfortably tight as he gazed at you in nothing but soaked panties, which you slowly shimmied out of, kicking them to the side once they reached your feet.

           “Your turn,” you grinned, watching as he scrambled to peel off his jeans and boxers. Shoes had already been discarded, and you both stripped off your socks before you climbed back onto his lap. Feeling his hard cock rubbing against your dripping cunt had you moaning lowly, resting your forehead against Luka’s in an attempt to ground yourself.

           “Condoms?” he questioned softly, trying to focus his mind on something other than how good your pussy was about to feel wrapped around his length.

           You reached out your arm, blindly feeling around for the drawer of your nightstand. Upon locating it, you pulled it open, thrusting your hand inside before pulling out a string of condoms and passing them to Luka.

           He offered you a husky chuckle. “How many do you think we’re going to need?”

           “Let’s find out,” you grinned. He mirrored your expression before separating one wrapper from the rest, tearing it open with his teeth. You rose up on your knees to give him room to slide it on, wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering kisses down his jaw. He tilted his head back as he took his length in hand, lining the tip up with your entrance. You moaned in unison as you sunk down to the base, your cunt clenching at the stimulation of being so full.

           “Fuck,” Luka groaned lowly as you began rocking your hips, lifting upwards and grinding back down. You braced your arms on his shoulders for leverage as you picked up your pace, rocking and grinding against his cock. He tilted his head up to capture your lips, swallowing your moans as you sloppily returned the kiss. Luka’s hands found your hips, pulling you down harshly on his length, moaning into the kiss at how deep he was inside you. He used his grip to thrust upwards into your heat, breaking the kiss to dip his head and sink his teeth into your neck. A moan ripped from your lips as you tilted your head back, granting him more access. Your nails dug crescents into the skin of his shoulders as you struggled to match his thrusts.

           “You feel amazing,” the blue-haired boy panted against your neck. “So much better than my imagination.”

           “You’ve imagined this?” you whimpered as he shifted his hips to thrust at a different angle, finding the special spot inside you that had you clenching around him. “Fuck! Right there!”

           He smirked, holding the angle to repeatedly hit that spot. You moaned shamelessly, dropping your head onto his shoulder.

           "Of course I've imagined this," Luka growled into your ear. “I just never thought you felt the same way.”

           His grip on your hips tightened as he felt you clench harder around him. His thrusts came faster, sharper, chasing your release and pounding relentlessly into your tightening heat. Moans and whimpers tore from your throat at the assault, your fingernails dragging across his broad shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake.

           “Cum on my cock, princess,” he groaned, nipping at your earlobe.

           “Fuck!” you yelped, your body seizing as your orgasm crashed into you. Luka moaned as you clenched impossibly tighter around him, biting down on his shoulder as you came.

           As you rode out your orgasm, the blue-haired man’s thrusts grew sloppy as he chased h8is own release. He wrapped one arm around your back, pulling your chests flush together. His other hand remained on your hip, holding himself as deep inside your heat as he could.

           “Oh, fuck,” he moaned lowly into your ear, his hips going completely still. His release unloaded into the condom as he remained inside you, both of you panting heavily.

           You lifted your head from his shoulder, gazing up at Luka. He offered you a smile, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. The hand on your hip rose to cradle the back of your head, gently carding his fingers through your hair. You rested a hand on his neck, the other caressing his toned chest.

           “I know we did things a little backwards,” Luka commented, resting his forehead against yours, “but I’d really like to take you on a date.”

           “I’d love that,” you grinned, stealing another chaste kiss from his lips.

           He began trailing kisses down your jaw, his hand on your back shifting to caress your side. You tilted your head to allow him more access, sliding a hand into his hair and gently tugging on the two-toned strands.

           “But right now,” he murmured against your skin, “I think we should see how many of those condoms we can go through.”

           You gasped as you felt his length twitch inside you. “That sounds like a fucking plan.”

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