more pretty tummies <3
I'm watching my friend's cat and earlier she was climbing on things and they started to sway and I got nervous that things would fall on her so I picked her up but that also made things fall and she got scared and scratched the absolute SHID out of the palm of my hand as she pushed off of it to escape my hold and I felt so bad for scaring her but I didn't want her to get hurt 😭
So now my hand hurts and it stopped bleeding a bit ago but when I use that hand it opens back up a bit 🥲
Just glad she's safe, that's really all that matters!!
farmer boy!kiri driving me insane as per usua
he’s everyone in town’s favorite guy!! big and dependable and so funny!! local housewives make it a point to wear their prettiest dresses to go and visit his stand at the local market.. but he doesn’t fall for it..
doesn’t fall for anyone until you move into town.. you work at the local bakery and sometimes visit him when the bakery needs an expedited egg delivery..
he’s so smitten with you, you’re pretty, smart and he can’t take his eyes off of you.. makes it a point to lift the heaviest things when you’re around in an effort to impress you..
little does he know how smitten you are with him.. how you purposely promote custards and egg tarts just so that your bakery needs more eggs and milk.. and you have an excuse to go see him again <3
all these meet-cutes until he finally works up the courage to ask you on a picnic.. where he lets you feel his muscles like you’ve been dying to from the start.. where he lets you take off his overalls and lifts up your skirt..
where the sun warms his and yours’ skin and where only the flowers know what happened next :3
(he ate you out and bred u <3)
18+ / fem!reader
you’ve been dying to touch and feel his biceps for the longest time now because you’ve seen the way they tighten and turn exceptionally prominent whenever he picks up and tosses those big sacks of flour that you keep ordering for your bakery from him and him only.
Hii how are you? Hope you are doing well! I have a request. Kento Nanami x f!reader? Where f!reader and kento nanami are happily married but the reader is shy and kinda have daddy issues. Can you please make it comforting,loving and add NsFw.
Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader
cw: established relationship (married), angst, reader has some daddy issues, smut – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.3k
Summary: Nanami starts coming home later than usual, claiming he’s working overtime. You start to become suspicious, so you decide to confront him about it.
Author’s Note: Zella! I’m so sorry this took SO LONG. I took a break from all the pending requests in my inbox because of life and to work on my other series. Thank you for your patience with this and for sending this request in! I appreciate you so much!! I hope you like it!
About a month ago, Nanami informed you that he’ll be working overtime at least twice a week. It struck you as odd, considering how much he despises work in general, let alone staying extra hours. However, you don’t question it. At least, for the first three weeks.
This week, you start noticing subtle oddities whenever he comes home from these supposed “overtimes.” He arrives sweaty, hair disheveled, his clothes slightly wrinkled, as if they’ve been hastily stuffed into a bag and put on again. And before he eats dinner, he’ll take a quick shower. Maybe it’s your paranoia, stemming from childhood trauma when your own father was caught in the act of adultery, resulting in your parent’s divorce. You try to dissuade yourself from thinking this way, knowing that Nanami is nothing like your unfaithful dad. He’s different. Right?
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toji with a cry baby gf 😣😣
omg- he would be so mean 😓
whenever you’re whining or crying to toji about something he’d just stare at you before having a smug grin.
“hmmmm. can’t understand you,” he’d slyly say, looking down at you with a tantalizing gaze, bringing a thumb up to your chin. “use your words and stop crying, sweetheart.”
“but—” you’d sniffle, a tiny pout pressing against your face.
toji looks at you with a tiny smirk, wiping away your tears before muttering in a husky voice.
“aww. you’re a little crybaby, aren’t you,” he purrs, bringing a kiss to your forehead. you felt your face get hot from his teasing before toji looks at you, raising his brows with a grin.
“how about you stop whining and tell me what you want? be a big girl and use your words for me. maybe i’ll give it to you.”
yanderes who have a preference for chubby darlings you are all so dear to me
they simply cannot get the thought of how you would feel wrapped in their arms out of their head; cannot help but let gazes linger on the dimpled arms and rounded cheeks, the plush of your thighs - you’re beautiful, naturally. but you’re also so desirable; so wantable. they can barely stop themselves from pouncing upon you right then and claiming you for their own. nobody else but you could ever set flame to their desire both physically and emotionally so intensely.
i'm not really a hater so much as a disliker. occasionally the fires of hate burn within me but mostly i just encounter things and go hm. don't like that.
"I don't like that" - the disliker
help
out of curiosity because i am obsessed with this billboard, i went to their website and
THEY HAVE AN OFFICE PETS PAGE LMAO
stay as long as you need
fushiguro toji x reader summary: toji can't stop hanging around his new neighbor, even though she has a boyfriend. oh well, he knows he's better for her anyway. w/c: 1.2k tags/warnings: hurt/comfort. angst to fluff. domestic violence perpetrated by reader's boyfriend, but nothing terribly graphic; the incident is discussed after the fact, not depicted. implied age gap. protective!toji. toji actually being nice. cliche "who did this to you" moment. fem!reader a/n: WHY IS HE SO HOT??????? I JUST WANT HIM TO TAKE CARE OF MEEEEEEEEE (OR CRUSH ME WITH HIS THIGHS, IM NOT PICKY) on a less unhinged note, thanks for reading!! masterlist
“available with premium subscription” “will be removed on the 31st” “available free with ads” “rent 4.99 buy 20.00″ “not available in your country” “not available on this device” what if every streaming service fucking killed itself and films ran around their fields free and organic in their natural state
Salvation
Miguel O’hara x Female!Reader
Rating: E (Explicit)- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Warnings: Cursing, violence, and explicit sex
Word count: About 7.7k
Synopsis: Your lunch date with Miguel goes awry when villains break out of containment at Spider Society and you’re captured.
Author’s note: Something about this man makes me want to write hurt/comfort sooooooo bad. So here’s some fluff, then angst, then comfort and smut! I hope y’all enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated!
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“Hey there, guapisimo,” you purred.
“Hola,” he replied absentmindedly before he froze and turned from his screens.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice veering into scary-calm territory.
You gave him your most dazzling smile. “Lyla told me that now was a good time for a little visit, and since I only had a half day at work today, I brought you some lunch. You can’t only eat cafeteria empanadas, y'know.”
His grumpy composure cracked slightly, like it usually did when you were your most charming self, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly, which was the biggest smile you were likely to get from him while he was at work.
His grumpy work persona was, in your opinion, hilarious. Everyone took him so seriously, they had no idea how loving and gentle their boss secretly was.
Though, it had taken you quite some time to crack through his hard persona and find the sweetheart inside.
“Lyla,” Miguel said as the dramatic platform he worked on began lowering towards you.
“‘Sup bossman,” she said cheerily as the AI appeared above his shoulder.
“You can’t call my girlfriend every time I’m difficult to deal with,” he said, motioning air quotes at the second half of his sentence and using a tone that was clearly a mockery of Peter B. Parker.
You giggled and Lyla’s amusement matched yours.
“Don’t blame me! It wasn’t my idea!” she said before she disappeared again.
LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO
synopsis: slow to heal and forced on sick leave, a lonely Todoroki Shouto decides to download the latest popular app, Enigmail, to cure his boredom. he finds you. the rest is… well. moderately disastrous.
tags: NSFT, AFAB reader, pen pal au, hero personal assistant reader, prohero shouto, strangers to friends to lovers, injury recovery, online friendship + eventual romance, feelings development, misunderstandings, identity reveal, pining, sexting, masturbation (male chara), making out + heavy petting, getting together, *slaps roof of fic* you can fit so much fluff in this thing
wc: 17K
It started unexpectedly—with a tremor.
Rather, it started with Oda Shuichi, the prolific villain known as Tremor. At the time of the incident his quirk had been unregistered, but doctors quickly found that it severely affected an individual's motor neurons. According to them the length of time that he has a five point touch hold on someone influences how long they will lose motor function—and how poorly their muscles atrophy.
Shouto spent three uninterrupted minutes trapped in his clutches.
“I promise I’ll come by and visit whenever we can. You’ll still get updates and reports through your work email,” Midoriya tried to assure him with that signature smile, brows drawn together into an almost pleading expression. “It’s just for a little while!”
“For a month,” Shouto pointed out petulantly. Nori, his elderly adopted cat, stirred from her place on his stomach while restless fingers combed over her short pale fur.
“A month,” Midoriya parrots. He offers an apologetic grimace and leans over where he lies horizontal, slumped and agitated, to fluff up the couch cushions behind him. The newly crowned Symbol of Peace obviously felt responsible for the situation at hand. After all, Shouto had only allowed Tremor to grab him so Deku and Suneater could get the hostages out.
“Taking a break isn’t so bad, Shouto. And Hawks told me you’ve yet to actually use any of your vacation days,” he continued. “Even Kacchan takes time off. Do you know how many hours you have to work to outdo Kacchan?”
“I’m sure you could tell me exact numbers”.
i’m at such a ?? time of my life i’m just ???????????????????????? like ????????
there’s no way humans could build the Eiffel Tower
must've been the animals
Peer reviewed and passed.
does anyone want to lay on the floor with me and be weird
Stay horny out there guys
What about the aces out there?
Stay horny for love, friendship, garlic bread and the sound of rain on a tin roof.
I also like the idea of Bakugo coming home from a long, overseas mission only for you to be surprised when you meet him at the airport cuz he’s twice as beefy and four times more scary looking.
Because he has all these new, still-healing scars across his skin, puffy and pinkish divots you’ve never seen on him before, and by god, have you seen him before.
And though he’s not any taller, he feels such with a tired scrunch to his eyes and that famous scowl of his, deeper now with more prominent smile lines (you can only hope he was smiling out on the field)… looking down at you and leaning further and further into your space until your realize—oh, he just wants a kiss. And you give him one, then another on the corner of his mouth, then another on his cheek, smoothing back his bangs when he sighs into your ear in place of verbalizing his longing.
And Bakugo links two fingers with yours on the walk through the airport, insisting that he still roll his own luggage despite the arduous trip he’s just been through. You want to ask if he’d like a little space for himself, but it’s hard to utter with the feel of his body pressing into your hip and the way you catch him staring at you every time you peak over to give him a little smile.
It’s almost feels like he’s a different man that first hour. Though he’s not different so much as aged, and you can feel it: not in his voice (because there’s no one in the car park for him to yell at) but his difference in form, stature, appearance. He’s no longer as lithe and toned like when he left, but stocky and tense with a thickness to his muscles you don’t remember ever causing such a bulging to his clothing, or waves of something hot and sharp to tickle between your thighs.
And it’s hard to admit you love it, and want to see more of it, especially when Bakugo looks at you like he just wants to go to bed, leaning back in the passenger seat of your car only to pull you in to kiss him one more time before you need to start the engine.
UH WHAT
UH...... WHAT.........
This entire article is eye-opening, even as someone who has ADHD and has read a lot about it already. There's so much more there than just the bit about the glucose-craving brain. SO. MUCH.
This might have been the bit that hit me hardest, actually:
it would be easy to misinterpret the following scenario as a standoff between two partners: Imagine that your partner asks you to pay the electric bill, and you say to yourself, “OK, I have time to do that today.” But when you sit down to do it, you keep getting distracted. The ADHD brain needs higher stimulation in order to complete this rote task with minimal payoff. Your ADHD brain says, “That task is way too boring, and I refuse to focus on it. Find something that interests me more, which offers me a bigger dopamine reward, and I’ll work with you.” It doesn’t matter that you know you should pay the bill as promised; if your brain won’t engage, it’s an ugly standoff. Perhaps, after a day of procrastination — when your partner will be home in 20 minutes and the bill is still unpaid — there may be enough of an adrenaline rush from a sense of crisis that your brain will engage and you pay the bill.
The ADHD brain and its owner are at odds with one another. It’s difficult to compel a disengaged brain to engage by force of will. In fact, much of the treatment for ADHD involves learning to psych out the brain, so that it will attend to necessary, low-stimulation tasks.
Appreciating the tug-of-war within that pits intellect against neurobiology increases compassion and acceptance for one’s hidden struggle.
I feel SEEN. OTZ
Seriously, though. Read the whole thing. It's a good one.
Add to this that it's not just that your brain says "I don't want to"- the prefrontal cortex literally shuts OFF.