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little-fairy-forest · 8 months ago

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Stitches of love

-> bakugo x fem! Reader

-> domestic, fluff, romance, she / her

-> reader finds herself going crazy over what to get her mitsuki for motherday, little does she know she had a helping hand all along.

"Katsuki please just give me some ideas what to get her" y/n pleaded as she rests her head in her hands. The list infront of her started back as she scratches out all her ideas so far on what to get her mother in law for her birthday. Jewellery? No she had so much, a holiday? Seems like a large present for your first year as her official daughter in law, home made jam?–

"She'd love anythin' if you gave it to 'er" Katsuki grumbles as he sips his coffee staring at y/n. They both knew he was right, y/n could give mitsuki a lump of dirt and She'd be so greatful you'd swear it was a lump of gold. But if katsuki gave it to her? He'd never hear the end of how thoughtless it was...

"What are you getting her? Surely you've ran out of ideas aswell?" Y/n rubs her face in defeat as she realises she only has 3 days to find a present. The clock is ticking, especially since you have to buy it, wrap it, and pray its good enough.

"Got her and the old man tickets to that candle lit concert in Tokyo, gotta meal for them aswell before the show" katsuki says as it's the most obvious thing ever... because everyone can afford to get expensive tickets to a private showing of the Tokyo orchestra at candlelight. Y/n huffs as she moves herself away from the table, frustrated as her plans were coming to a dead-end. Katsuki shrugs as suggests they can share the present as that wouldn't be a problem, but for y/n , she wanted her own present for her own mother in law.

"Back to the drawing board"

2 days to go

The dim lights of the lamp cascade over y/n as she tries to pull out another knott that's found its way into the ball of yarn.

"Stupid thing, why are the strings so thin–"

"Why are you still awake?" Katsuki emerges from the kitchen, peeping his head into the living room to find his wife tangled in balls of yarn, frustrated at the pattern in front of her. Who know making a blanket was so difficult?

"I can't figure the pattern out, why is knitting so hard katsu! Why do people do this to relax"

"Cuz old hags have all the time in the world to do that stuff, now get your ass to bed"

The small half-arsed square that was meant to be a blanket falls flat into y/ns lap as she realises this was another failed attempt at a present for mitsuki. The blanket would've had to of been perfect, can't give a seamstress a rag and pass it off as a blanket made out of love. What symbol would that give?

"Stupid yarn"

1 day to go

The perfect way to a person's heart is through their stomach, is that how the saying goes? Doesn't matter! Either way you found yourself 3 cakes deep into perfecting this stupid old recipe. katuki claims " the old hags loves "... but why is it so hard to master the recipe?

Many hours into baking whatever is in the oven, because there's no way you can even call the lumpy mess a 'cake'. Katsuki takes over as he cannot let anything to be made in his kitchen be considered inedible. You watched as katsuki whipped around the kitchen, making dinner and cleaning up the mess you made. What are you going to do now? The deadline is near, and you've nothing to bring to the dinner tomorrow for mitsuki?

Great way to impress your mother in law

"Listen, she won't care if you've nothin in your hands sweets, trust" Katsuki says to distract you from your storming thoughts.

"I just don't know what to do babe, I've tried so many ideas. I don't have to give up but what choice do I have–"

"Quit your ramblin and go wash up before dinner," katsuki cuts your rambles with instructions. He knows it's best to distract you if you're having working thoughts.

You make your way to the bathroom to wash up before dinner. Your head is still flooded with last minute ideas of presents to give mistuki.

"Where's all the soap gone? Why doesn't katsuki refill the container when it's empty? Typical" you say, reaching into the press to grab and refill the soap dispenser. You make a quick note of things you need to get in the shops before you go to dinner tomorrow as you're almost out of some essentials.

As you rummage through the bathroom cabinet, your fingers brush against a small, inconspicuous box tucked behind some toiletries. Curiosity piqued, you retrieved it, your heart quickening as you read the label. With a mixture of trepidation and hope, you take a gamble with this last chance of a home made present.

Birthday dinner

Mistuki has been filling yous in on her latest fashion looks she has been in the process of designing since last spring. Masaru has just set down the tea post dinner as you've all settled into the sitting room to unwind after that very tasty dinner katsuki scrubbed up. Who knew your man was so kind?

"Here's your present ma..." katsuki sheeply hands over his gift knowing his mother will make a deal out of the concert he has gotten her tickets for. You watch as mistuki stumbles over with glee as she hugs? Katsuki and thanks him. You haven't seem them hug since you had gotten married!

Masaru thanks katsuki for getting him a ticket also, placing the present aside waiting for the two blonds to settle down.

" it's something small, hope we can all share this special present" you hint towards the box you hand over to mitsuki. Katsuki looks at you knowingly you done fucked up the blanket and the cake, so what did you get her?

Mistuki opens the box to find a tiny baby blanket you had hand knitted from the rags you started with, paired with a tiny test signaling your little life growing within.

Mistuki stumbles over the test, clarifying with you that what she is reading really is coming true!

"YOUR PREGNANT?!" She gleams as she jumps from her seat shuffling over to hug you. Katsuki looks at you with hope in his eyes, why hadn't you told him?!

"Yes , I hope this trumps katsuki present mistuki" you hug Mistuki back as masaru looks into the box reading the little note beside the blanket

"Cant wait to snuggle you in this blanket made out of love, sweat and tears,

Love, baby bakugo due 2X25"

Yep. You've finally outdone your husband in gift giving.

Now how will you out do Masarus birthday..

What did I just write...

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wannab-urs · 6 months ago

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Bared Teeth

Pairing: Dave York x f!Reader

Summary: Biting the hand that feeds you OR Dave doesn’t know how to accept domesticity and care.

Warnings: Softness and affection, stark descriptions of domesticity, food, brief reference to past injuries, arguments, me fucking with canon, nonsexual slapping, weird smut. WC: 2.1k

A/N: Thank you endlessly to @atinylittlepain, @pr0ximamidnight, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, and @beskarandblasters for reading this, for hyping me up, and for generally being amazing human beings. This is the first thing I’ve written in like two months and I’m decently proud of it. Plus, I missed these two a lot. They’re my favorites (don’t tell AGOY!Dieter, he’ll cry).

Dave York Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

His back is pressed against your front, your arm wrapped around his torso, leg between his legs. He holds your hand against his chest, pressed over his heart. You press a kiss to the back of his neck, just under where his too long hair curls against it. You feel him wake up, his body shifting against yours. He presses a kiss to your knuckles before extricating himself from your tangled limbs.

He goes to the bathroom, takes a piss, brushes his teeth. You watch him through the open door. He goes to the kitchen and puts the kettle on. As he waits for the water to boil he rummages in the cabinet for a tea bag and the jar of honey. He makes your tea and sets it on the table. You get out of bed, take the tea off the table, and take a sip through a smile. He makes it just the way you like it.

You slot two pieces of bread in the toaster, crack eggs into a pan and scramble them, dish everything up onto two plates. You eat in comfortable silence, sip your perfect tea, watch Dave shovel eggs into his mouth.

He clears the table, hand washes the plates while you gather your clothes for a shower. You go to the bathroom, strip your clothes off and toss them in the hamper, turn on the water in your shower. He slips in behind you just as you get your hair wet. His ribs are no longer bruised, but some of his movements are still halting. You trace a finger over his scar and he backs away from the tender touch.

You squirt shampoo into your hand and reach for him, burying your hands in his thick hair. You massage the shampoo into his scalp, work it through his hair just starting to curl at the ends. You like it long, like having something to grasp. You tug hard at the back of his head, just to keep him from getting skittish.

He shies away from soft touches, too used to hard ones. He seems to lean into your hands anyway. You run your fingers through his hair as the soap washes out and down the drain, press your lips into the hollow of his throat, let him wash your body with a softness he doesn’t himself deserve.

You have to go to the grocery store. Dave has to stay hidden in your apartment, away from anyone who might be looking for him. He isn’t comfortable sitting still since his body has mostly healed. He strips your bed and carries everything down to the laundry. Back in your apartment, he puts your clean clothes away. He gets furniture polish and an old rag and dusts your dresser, your nightstands, your kitchen table. He puts away the now dry dishes from this morning. He goes back downstairs and switches your bedding over to the dryer. He sweeps and mops your floor, scrubs the toilet, wipes down all the counters, scrubs the grout in your shower. He retrieves your bedding and makes the bed army style.

He has never, even with Carol, done anything so domestic as clean an entire apartment for someone. He feels awkward sitting in your clean apartment, waiting for you to come home with groceries he will help you put away, help you turn into meals. He doesn’t know if he can do this anymore.

You carry the bags into the kitchen and set them down on the table. You put away all the cold stuff while Dave stands stiffly behind you in the archway. You hand him a bag and he asks you what’s in it. He’s doing your chores and you’re buying him things at the grocery store and it’s all a little bit too much.

“What is this?”

“Well I know you prefer coffee to tea and all I had was that shitty instant coffee.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t buy things for me.”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t.”

His whole body is taut with tension, a coiled spring that will either snap or lash out under this much pressure. You snatch the bag from him and pull out the body wash and shampoo you bought him, carrying them to the bathroom and setting them next to yours.

“What is that?”

“I thought you might want to stop smelling like flowers? I got you sandalwood. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. Why are you doing this? Why are you buying me shit? You don’t need to buy me shit. It’s not like I live here.”

“Then what is it we’re doing Dave? You sleep in my bed and you eat my food and you’re doing fucking chores. Your toothbrush is in my goddamn bathroom for fuck’s sake. What exactly are we doing here?”

“I don’t know, okay! I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m not staying. This isn’t that.”

He grabs his still unpacked duffel bag, pulls his shoes on, and leaves, slamming the door behind him. You throw it open and chase him into the hall.

“David.”

He turns and pushes you back through the threshold of your apartment. He stalks off down the hallway and you watch him go.

The reason he’s been holed up in your apartment is not because he wants to play house, not because he even wants you necessarily. The entire reason, the only reason, he’s stashed himself in your apartment is because no one knows about you. It’s too dangerous for him to go anywhere, the risk of being seen too great. He killed Mac, meaning Mac knew who and what he was. There would be others.

Before he came back to you broken, nearly dead really, it had been an abstract concept that he could get seriously hurt. That he could die. Now, though, you’ve seen him nearly dead and you can’t bear the thought of him being gone.

You stand in your doorway for a long time, willing him to come back to you. Finally, you close the door and slip into your bed. You hardly leave it for days, needing to have eyes on the door he’d eventually walk through. He has to come back, he will come back.

He pounds on the door. You open the door a crack and he shoves it open. You stumble backwards with the force of it and he snatches your arm and kicks the door shut behind him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he growls.

“What’s wrong with me?” Your voice high pitched and breaking on the last syllable. You yank your arm back from him and shove him in the chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Dave?” You shove him again, and his back hits the wall. “You fucking left! You were gone for days.” You wrap your hands into his shirt, pulling him toward you and shoving him away over and over. “I didn’t know where the fuck you were. Do you not fucking get it? Do you not understand how it feels for me when you walk out that door? I never know if you’re coming back. If I’ll ever get to see you again. You can’t just fucking leave like that.”

“Why the fuck not?” Dave shoves you away from him and you hit the ground. You look up at him, tears pooling in your waterline. Chest heaving, hackles raised, eye wide and locked with yours – he’s like a prey animal about to meet its death. He’s terrified.

“Because I love you.” He recoils at that.

“No you don’t,” he whispers before stalking further into your apartment, away from you. You scramble to your feet and chase him into the kitchen.

“Yes I fucking do, David. Maybe you aren’t capable of love. Maybe you have too much blood on your hands or you’re too fucked up inside and full of shame too feel anything else. Maybe you’re a disgusting, dirty, defiled person who doesn’t deserve to love or be loved.” You cage him against the counter, one hand on either side of him, body trembling with rage. “You were always going to lose everything because you never deserved to have it in the first place,” you spit at him.

He slaps you then, hard, a stinging hot pain blossoming across your cheek. You slap him back, just as hard, watch his head snap to the side with it. You grab his cheeks in your hands.

“But I’m a terrible person too, David. I must be. Because I love you so much, it’s like I’m caving in on myself. I feel this fucking rot in my chest, this dark thing that is slowly consuming me and it’s you. I love you and it’s fucking killing me because you won’t ever let me have you – not really. You won’t ever stay.”

He hangs his head and it looks like shame, his shoulders slumped like your love is a weight he can barely carry. You snag the curls at the back of his head in your hand and drag his face up to look at you.

“When you aren’t here, all I can think about is losing you. When you aren’t here, my whole body trembles and my chest aches. I can’t work or eat or sleep. Do you understand me? I am so afraid of losing you..” He squeezes his eye shut, face scrunching up in something like pain.

“No,” he whispers.

“The only thing that could destroy me is never touching you again, do you understand me?” He shakes his head. You kiss him then, soft at first but quickly devolving into more teeth than tongue. He bites your lip and you jerk his head back so far he starts sinking to the floor with it. You follow him down, straddle him as he sinks against your kitchen cabinets.

He pulls you as snugly against him as you can get, savoring the feeling of your body pressed against him. He slides his hands under your shirt and lifts it off of you before shoving you off of him. You land sprawled out on your kitchen floor. He dives forward and rips your shorts and underwear off of you in one go. You sit up and tug his pants down, his hard cock springing out and bobbing against his stomach.

You want to tear him apart, but you need him inside you. You grab his shirt and pull him down on top of you, slamming your mouths together again. He thrusts his hips against your core, the head of his cock catching your clit.

You growl and reach between your bodies, guiding him inside you. You hook a leg around his hips and pull him close to you, bury him inside yourself. He sets a brutal pace, your back sliding on the floor. You brace a hand on the cabinets and drive your hips up to meet his. He fucks you fast and hard and it hurts. He’s tearing you open and making room for himself inside you. You drag his shirt off, needing to feel his skin. He doesn’t even slow down. Your nails sink into his shoulders. You feel the powerful muscles shifting beneath his skin.

He grabs your right leg and throws it over his shoulder, leaning forward enough that you feel the stretch as he pounds into you. It almost hurts, the way your muscles pull, and you dig your nails in deeper. You can feel his skin gathering under your fingernails. You pull your leg back and kick him in the chest. He sprawls on the floor much like you had earlier. You dive for him, crawling onto his lap and settling him deep inside you again.

You lean forward until your face is over his. He plants his feet on the floor and fucks you just as hard and fast as before. You grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open, and spit onto his tongue.

“Mine,” you snarl. You let go of his jaw and he swallows.

Whatever reservations he had before are gone, at least for the moment. As you clench around him again and again, your eyes rolling back into your head and your body going limp on top of him, he realizes he is completely and utterly yours.

He marks you as such, coming deep inside you, fucking you until his cock goes soft. In the aftermath, you lay with your head on his chest. He traces soft lines up and down your spine, his lips pressed against your hair. .

“Will you stay?”

“For now.”

#Dave York #Dave York fics #Dave York fanfiction #Dave York x reader #Dave York x f!reader #Dave York x you #Equalizer 2 fanfiction #pedrostories

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and-i-said-fewer · 2 years ago

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ok so that @wren-of-the-woods fair post got my mind turning on pruning shears….

#ramblin n stuff #*taking the tinfoil out of a cabinet* wheres the red string #honestly been kinda thinkin on this for a couple hours #when i had a minor revelation re: pruning shears #then went back just now to find the fair post and rb it #cuz i was intending to before but it got lost in the sea of my dash :’)#(there was another interestin long tad post that i saw in the past like 30 hours #that i didn’t get to reblog #idr which song it was even on anymore :pensive: )#anyways yeah that pov stuff…..got me thinkin #it probs wasnt intentional xD but i’m still squinting at the lyrics anyway #it looks like it might mesh well w the new pruning shears interp im slowly developing :p

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spirit-mail · 2 years ago

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Aizawa HCs [?]

I'm really just ramblin here tbh 🫶 sorta unfinished???

___×× follow n request stuff so i can write more ♡

Aizawa being an absolute beef cake and nobody being able to tell 'cause of how oversized his clothes are.. When he crosses his arms or reaches up to grab something and his biceps just.. y'know. You can't help but imagine how they'd feel around you, pinning you down, hoisting you up– all of it.

It's even better when you're both home on an (extra) hot day, and he's wearing possibly the tightest white t-shirt in existence (you bought it for him.). Or if he's working out in a weirdly small tank top (again, you bought it for him and he didn't have the heart to tell you that you got the wrong size (you didnt.)).

Imagine next-door neighbor Shota? He doesn't even bother talking to you at first- not at all, but being the social person you are you made him cookies and bought them straight to his door.

I mean, he wasn't just gonna deny them– not with the way you stood at his door, nervously biting your nail while you waited for him to open it. After that Sho' just couldn't get you off his mind. He left around the same time as you, and coincidentally also came home at the same time, so you saw each other often. Sometimes he caught himself watching you through his windows, pacing around your room, sleeping, showering– clearly you needed to have some blinds installed.

One day you had asked him if he could unclog your gutters after a storm. See, you were a first time home-owner, and you weren't sure where to even start– so how could he say no? All young 'n dumb, you just needed some help!

He came over the next day around noon, the blistering sun shining directly overhead. He didn't care, but you did. Constantly checking on him and bringing him a glass of water every thirty minutes or so. He ended up taking his shirt off halfway through, all sweaty and upset, brows furrowed as he emptied the leaves out into a bag– maybe he should empty himself out into you when he's done—××

#spirits hcs~♡#only reason i was able to finish this off is cause my fav author reblogged the last post ♡u♡#male reader insert #black male reader #male reader #black reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa

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millydrawsthis · 3 months ago

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#undertale #undertale au #anothertale #digital art #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #sans au #papyrus au #FOUND MFING FAMILY CHAT

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deanwinchesterswitch · 1 month ago

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September 2024 Monthly Fic Recs

Ooops! I'm a little late posting this one. I haven't had much time for the fun stuff lately.☹️

But you should definitely go check out the fics below and show the authors some love.🥰

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~RPF~

Peace and Quiet & No One Else Around ~ Author's Summary: None (Cozy Drabbles; Glen Powell x Reader)

~Supernatural~

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Not Perfect ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

Ramblin' On ~ @nightxcreature. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Splash ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester)

Unspoken Feelings ~ @wandering-winchesters. Author's Summary: What started as simple, comforting snuggles between friends gradually deepens into something more

~The Gray Man~

Retirement Plan ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: After Six rescues Claire, there are no mission details to follow, no designated escape route, and no arranged extraction. However, Donald planned for the day Six would learn there is more to the Sierra Program than dangerous operations and battle scars.

~On Patreon~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Like He Owns It ~ Author’s Summary: Working late sometimes has its advantages, even if it seems like all you’re getting is annoyed… (Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader)

Trying ~ Author’s Summary: Just another night of mind-blowing sex with your superhuman lover... (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

Well Fucked ~ Author’s Summary: Every hunter needs a little fun now and then... and who are you to deny him? (John Winchester x F!Reader)

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Close to Home-Parts 21 & 22 ~ Author’s Summary: Y/N and Dean are neighbours, and friends. The thing is Dean is a ladies’ man and she has always known it, if he wasn’t, maybe he’d be the ideal guy…but his eye for the ladies, how well they work as friends, as well as the fact that he’d never even think of her that way, all means that they are meant to be just neighbours and friends. Doesn’t it?

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #september 2024 #100924

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rodismancave · 5 months ago

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There’s a sharp sound as Prowl uncorks the third- or maybe fourth- bottle of engex between them. Strong, strong stuff. Enough for Prowl to smile, enough for him to forget the pile of datapads strewn over his desk, and enough to overlook the mech sitting against his lap. The hour is abysmal, and evidently, they’re both in the business of forgetting who the other is as the tactician tops off Rodimus’ drink. “…Oh no, he never listened to me. Walked off, actually, multiple times during my debriefing,” Prowl hums idly into his drink. “His audials work better speaking to you, anyway. Though- ha, maybe not. During that- fight you had- you had a fight, didn’t you? Whatever you pulled for him to pull that guilt-walk to Skywatch. Fun day.”

Rodimus chuckles, a low yet sincere sound that comes with as much ease as the flowing of a river. He'd leaned against Prowl's shoulder some minutes ago-- engex in his systems making him sleepy, careless, and a little delighted. He only leans away to watch the Engex being poured, to allow the liquid to sting at the cut on his lip (a curtesy from a fight with Prowl, days prior) and drink half of it without even allowing the taste to properly fill his mouth.

The engex is sweet. It goes down easy, and fast, and he’s frankly overestimated how much of it he should’ve taken. So much so that he leans back against the Enforcer’s shoulder, turns off his optics, and giggles at Prowl’s remark.

"He doesn't like listenin' to people. He says he does, but he doesn't." His voice is a little loud, speech a little slurred. There's an accent within that is hidden only by a gentle static of his vocalizer, and the engex in his system. There is tranquility even as he admits that, yes, he did say many things that definitely allowed Optimus’s guilty conscience to fully break down into a useless puddle. “But no. He— he didn’ really listen to me. He was just— dunno. Knew I’d do the shit I was sayin’ wether I had permission or not.”

Rodimus traces a transformation seam on Prowl’s arm, intent on getting rid of dust he’s sure he can feel beneath his fingers. Then, he breaths out a chuckle.

“I don’t blame ‘im for shuttin’ you out, though. Your voice gets reeeaal annoyin’ to listen to when you start ramblin’. I’ve turned off my audial receptors once. You were talkin’ strategy, ‘n’ positionin’, n I felt like I was goin’ to go fuckin’ crazy. Nobody even did the shit you talked ‘bout. We never do.”

#happy pride month #forthebetterandworse

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