Hahahaha Just Watched Top Gun: Maverick And Have Begun Preparing For My Rooster Phase

Luna hunt part 2?

bro i couldnt find it either istg think i lost it somewhere someone put an amber alert find it pls

jk jk but honestly my brain has zero ideas for it like thats why it ended on such a good climax cuz that was literally all i had :( i know i could dig thru all those old wattpad werewolf stories just to find an idea but like why submit myself to my past mistakes like ew

one day, my friend, we shall see if i have an idea for it

ur writing is so GOOD i had a cut ahoge the rest living rent free in my head so much i took a nap and had a dream about sugawara

Thank you! And Oop😳

Honestly tho, ain’t dreams about anime boys just the best? I can’t remember the last time I had one, but God do I miss em😔

Child’s Play (Yandere Garou x Reader) (NSFW)*Request*

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Getting you to fall in love with Garou was like child’s play. Now, he just needed to give you a reason to stay by his side. 

A/N: Anon 1, your English was great, and thank you so much! Anon 2, I can’t stop thinking about it either tbh😳. I decided to mix these two together because, seriously, who doesn’t love yandere Garou with a breeding kink? That’s a deadly combination. Anyways, sorry this took a little while to get out, but I hope y’all like it!

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, dirtyyyy talk, overstimulation, slight?cum play, dubious consent maybe?? (not really but he’s yandere so who knows)

Word count: 3143

        You were already asleep when Garou came home, snoring and drooling on his side of the bed. 

        Blood caked underneath his fingertips and dotted his face, so he didn’t bother waking you. Instead, he chose to watch from your bathroom sink as you slept, washing away the metallic substance with a soft smile. 

        When he deemed himself clean enough, he settled himself on the side of the bed and stroked your face. He cooed when you nestled further into his palm. 

        Garou had loved you for years, and only just recently had he gotten you. You were so innocent at the time, too, not even knowing that he was the Human Monster roaming the streets at night. A simple first date, flowers, and a kiss at midnight, and all that waiting had been worth it. 

        You finally wanted him too.

        The first time you had let him into your bed was when he truly never wanted to let you go. You were pure. His pure little Angel, only for him to corrupt. 

        “YN.” And tonight, he wanted to make that corruption permanent. 

        “Nuh-uh.” Your eyes didn’t even open when you hummed a response, instead clenching closed harder in hopes to preserve your sleep. 

        Garou shook his head and chuckled. Not tonight, Angel. “YN, wake up.” Tonight, he needed you.

        “I don’t wanna,” you whined, furrowing further into the covers. You let out a screech when they were pulled away from you, exposing you to the crisp night air all-too suddenly. 

        As if the shock to your system wasn’t enough, Garou slammed his lips on yours in a desperation you knew wouldn’t have him backing down anytime soon. Moaning in response, you struggled to keep up with his needy pace, not even bothering to fight his tongue for dominance. 

        The moment he pulled away, you sucked in air hungrily, opening your eyes just a sliver to find Garou’s in the dead of night. 

        “You awake yet?” Judging by the look in his eyes, you knew your response wouldn’t change his mind. This was happening right now whether you were ready or not. 

        Luckily for Garou, his Angel was all too willing. 

        “What the hell got you so excited?” You muffle a yawn before helping him out of his long sleeve. The second he was shirtless, you were zapped awake with a spark zipping down to your core. Garou shirtless was a sight to behold; after years of training to perfect his body, you couldn’t deny that it had paid off. Shoulders, biceps, abs, everything bulged, and everything was yours to touch. 

        Just like you were his.

        In a spectacular display of reciprocity, Garou ripped your sleeping shirt-- or rather, his-- in half, tossing the tattered cotton aside and leaving you only in your plain jane underwear you had worn to bed. Unsurprisingly, Garou still thought you were wearing too much. 

        “Don’t.” He tore your hands away from your chest, leaving you bare to the freezing air that had your skin tightening. 

        Many times over had you been naked for Garou, and each time he watched you with nothing but desire floating in his pupils. It was no different now, but you couldn’t help but feel overexposed, especially after just waking up. 

        “Garou, it’s- I’m cold.”

        He smirked in response, hands pushing you on your back and tugging apart your legs before he slid himself between them. “Then let me warm you up, Angel.”

        His pupils were blown wide, consuming every inch of gold left as he pressed his apparent erection against you. The friction was delicious, but not enough. You wanted more, more, more, so your hips jolted up to meet his, hands seeking out his waist to pull him closer. 

        “Fuck,” Garou hissed, head dropping to the sheets beside you as he ground into your clothed warmth. A hand slipped down your body, pushing away your panties to rub circles into your clit. 

        “Mmmm!” Your movements turned frantic as you rolled your pelvis against his fingers, searching for more pleasure, more release, more anything.

        Garou listened to your moans eagerly, loving the noises you gave off as he provided you with his touch. It almost distracted him from what he was really there for-- almost.

        “Nhhh,” you huffed when your dripping core was suddenly uncovered, walls clenching at the instant cold that brushed them. Garou wormed his way out of your grip to rid you and himself of the last layers dividing you, tearing the clothing away like it would burn him at any second. 

        When he returned, he didn’t situate himself in the same spot, instead settling on his knees between your legs. Nothing happened for a solid minute as you fell from your high while waiting for him to do something, anything. You lifted your head to ask, but the question slipped from your lips when you saw him. 

        Ogling. That was the only way to describe the way Garou stared at your glistening core. He looked like a man starved as his hands hovered over the area, wondering where to start first. 

        “Garo- oh SHIT!” Two fingers plunged into you the second you opened your mouth, the act followed by a thumb latching to your clit. 

        “Yeah, YN? Need something?” he teased with a crooked smile. You slammed your head back against the mattress the second your back arched, sparks flying behind your eyelids as you humped against his hand. 

        It was too much, his thumb on your bud rubbing too fast and hard that you searched blindly for the offender. In the darkness of the room, you managed to latch onto his wrist and keep him still while you panted, hips still involuntarily rolling at the pleasure. 

        “Really? That’s all it took, Angel?” Garou ripped his fingers away from your heat without warning, leaving you unbearably empty. “You better be able to handle more than that tonight. Or maybe it’s been too long, hmm?”

        Shifting on the bed, Garou rose onto his knees and wrapped your thighs around his waist. One hand grabbed at your breast, massaging the mound while the other positioned his length at your slit. A deadly grin encompassed his face as he leered down at you, rubbing against you almost patronizingly. 

        “Is that it, Angel? Has it been too long for you? Do you want me to take it slow?” Even though his voice was husky from holding back grunts, it was surprisingly steady as he tortured you, rubbing his tip up and down your heat to gather a collection of wetness you provided with ease. 

        “No-o,” you choked out, thighs trying to press him closer. Of course, you had no chance compared to his own strength, but it was worth a shot. “I need you bad, Garou.”

        “Really?” 

        “Yesss.”

        “Good, Angel,” he finally pressed his head past your folds, breaching the area that needed him most. Then he leaned down to lay a kiss ever-so sweetly on your forehead.

        “Because I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore.”

        His length bottomed out in you before you could even ask, leaving you to almost gag on your own spit in shock. 

        “FUCK!” you cried out, digging your nails into his toned back just to hold on. 

        Garou was rough, almost springing tears from your eyes at the bruising pace he had started with. Slapping sounds combined with the squelching of your juices overflowing filled the room, outshining your moans and his grunts. 

        Two fingers pinched your nipple without warning, drawing a squeal from your lips that Garou swallowed with a kiss. 

        “Shit, you're so tight,” he grits out, pulling away from your mouth to sit tall and pound into you from above. The hand just inches away from your aching bud moves away at the last second, instead slipping under your thigh to hold you in place. 

        “Please, please, please,” you mumble, palms pressing against his chest with all the force you could muster. 

        It’s too fast, it’s too much. He’s stuffed inside you completely, filling you up so tight you feel like you’ll split in half. Garou’s size always required some time to adjust, but he had been in too much of a hurry tonight. 

        “Nuh-uh, Angel. You wanted it. Now take it like a good girl.” 

        The next time you try to open your mouth again, Garou pulls out of you completely, leaving you moaning and clenching around nothing. 

        “You still want me to fill you up?” His brow raises expectantly, but when you only nod, a punishing hand slams against the flesh of your backside. “Use your words.”

        “Please Garou!” you whine, “Please just fill me up!” 

        He nods approvingly, but before you know it, you're being flipped onto your stomach. Large, rough hands reposition your hips up onto your knees before one reaches up to press your face into the sheets. The other presses on the small of your back, leaving you in an arch that spreads your cheeks perfectly. 

        “Oh I will, Angel. You’re gonna take every drop I give you like a good girl, right?”

        “Yes!”

        “Good.” A hand comes down on your behind as a reward for your compliance, reddening and burning the flesh just right. 

        The new angle Garou has as he slips inside has him pressed right up against that perfect spot inside you. Your slick makes it easy for him to re-enter you, his member nudging deeper and deeper past your fluttering walls until he’s finally buried to the hilt. The pace he begins with is much slower this time, torturously taking his time to push into your heat before leisurely pulling out again, repeating and repeating the same pattern that makes you want to scream.

        This was what you wanted ten minutes ago when he first entered you. Slow and careful, no pain to battle the pleasure. You were much too far past giving a shit whether it hurt now. He could rearrange your guts for all you cared-- you just wanted him to fucking move. 

        “Garou, please!”

        “Aww, but I’m having so much fun with this, Angel.” Ten fingernails dig into your hips almost hard enough to draw blood. “But I guess I could give it to you just this once.” 

        The thrust is so damn hard not only does your back immediately arch the other way, but the entire bed frame moves, slamming into the wall hard enough to almost crack it. 

        “OH FUCK!” you scream into the mattress, head growing foggy at the brutal pace Garou has now set with his hips.

        A hand presses into your back once more, leaving it to bend the other way once again to display yourself to Garou. Electricity lights up every nerve in your body, leading you to mumble mindlessly against the blankets as he drives into you from behind.

        Cruel, bruising, and yet so deliciously euphoric. Each time Garou rams into you from the new angle, the tip of his length bumps into your g-spot, sending your fingers flying and grasping for anything to hold as you sob in pleasure. Yet, unlike you, Garou knows exactly where to place his hands. 

        “Look at your greedy little pussy,” he snickers, burying a hand into your scalp and yanking your head back. The pull burns, but it tightens the coil in your chest that you know is going to explode any second. “Shit, every time I pull out, Angel, you suck me right back in.”

        “Hmmm-ngh.” Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you’re not even sure why you bother moving your hips to match his pace; he’s going too fast, pounding into you too hard that when you do push back against him, you know you’re only setting yourself up for some nasty bruises later.

        “Do you want me to fill you up? You wanna feel my cum, Angel?”

        “Mm fuck yes! Don’t stop, Garou!”

        “I don’t plan to.”

        You can feel your own slick gushing down your thighs and soaking into the sheets below. The wetness only grows worse when Garou digs a finger back into your clit, pressing against the bud harsh enough to have you scrambling away from the excruciating contact. 

        Circles, quick and powerful, shove your nub around brutally, pushing it back and forth enough to have tears spring from your eyes. When Garou pinches the sensitive bundle of nerves, it’s all over.

        “Garou, I’m cumming!”

        “Go ahead, Angel. I’m not stopping you.” 

        Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as the bubble finally pops. Your thighs quiver and your core clenches around his length each time it drives back into you, but your juices almost push him out completely. Like a waterfall, they overflow from your hole down your twitching, aching flesh, utterly ruining the blankets you ache to collapse against.

        Instead, Garou doesn’t stop for a second. While your entire body feels spent and worn, he continues to thrust back into you, an action done easily thanks to the complete slickness provided by your release. Not even his fingers have moved from your clit, still rubbing patterns until it feels like it’s on fire. 

        “Garou, stop, stop, it’s too much,” you whimper breathlessly, trying to crawl away only to be pulled right back. 

        “We’re not finished here, Angel. Not until I see this naughty little hole,” he drives back into it for emphasis, “overflowing with my cum. I’m gonna fill you up, baby.”

        After enough pleas, he finally stops the fingers torturing your bud, and they move instead to claim the skin of your backside. With two handfuls of your plump flesh, Garou bottoms out inside you for the last time, burying himself as far as he can in your heat before he releases.

        “Fuck, YN,” he groans, enough warmth spilling inside you that you can actually feel your walls stretch from the sheer amount. Your core, still quivering from overuse, milks his member of every drop. “You take everything I give you so, so well.”

        Garou slips out of you with both of you panting and huffing at the aftermath. Kisses pepper your back, but the second you try to lower yourself down, Garou props you right back up again. 

        “Oh, Angel, look what you did,” he tsks. You already know what happened; you can feel his hot release sliding down your shaking thighs just the same as your own. You flinch away from the feeling of Garou sliding his fingers along your skin, gathering the seed up on his fingers before pushing it back inside you. 

        “F-fuckkk,” you whimper, trying to wiggle away from the nails toying with your abused slit. The overstimulation of his fingers brushing over your sore bud once again has your chest tightening with a sob. The burn, the ache, the non-stop throbbing of your walls all felt so bad, and yet so good at the same time. You just knew you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

        “YN, did you think we were finished here?”

        You don’t respond, barely even having enough strength to lift your head from where it’s pressed into the mattress. The bed squeaks as Garou repositions himself behind you. His hands, large and slick with both of your releases, slide back up your body all the way to your breasts. He presses a kiss to your spine before tugging you up with brute strength, using the positioning of his hands to press your back against his chest before massage the mounds’ peaks. 

        Garou’s teeth nibble on your earlobe before he whispers, “You were sorely mistaken, Angel.”

        He sinks his member back inside you, the new angle driving much deeper than earlier, almost too deep. It doesn’t matter that you’re worn and covered in sweat. Drool pools down your chin and your jaw drops just before your head falls back onto Garou’s shoulder, nodding back and forth as he rocks into you. 

        “Shit, I can feel my cum inside you, but your greedy pussy wants more, doesn’t it?”

        “Mmmmmhm!” That damned coil in your stomach tightens much easier, almost driving you over the edge again thanks to the short break Garou gave you. Suddenly, your body’s rearing to go again, the ache of sore muscles fading away into pure bliss as you wrap your arms above and behind you, right around Garou’s neck and digging into his hair. One tug, and he knows you’re ready for another round.

        “You wanna be filled with my cum? You wanna have my children, don’t you?”

        “Ah shit!” One thrust of his hips pulls his member out of you completely, having it bump directly into your clit before finding its way back deep into your fluttering hole.

        Tears stain your cheeks at the euphoria that comes with Garou sheathing his length inside you, tearing apart your walls each time with a feral frenzy you can only go to him for. 

        Your mind hums with white noise, creating a foggy haze over the rest of the night.

                                ~~~

        Garou can’t stop smiling. He knows he should have fallen asleep by now. Even the sun was beginning to rise just outside your window.

        But he just couldn’t help but stare. 

        The bed was a mess, and he would have to buy you a new headboard and sheets, but you looked so beautiful. 

        Deep down, he knew it was too early, but you were practically glowing with pregnancy already. 

        Last night, you had made him promises while fogged in pleasure, promises you hadn’t even noticed you were making. 

        “I’ll always be yours, Garou.”

        “Yes, please let me have your children.”

        “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

        The scratches raking down his back held proof that you were at least partially conscious of your actions, so he knew you meant what you said.

        A hand of his slides over your neck, past the marks littering your body to massage the soft skin of your stomach as you sleep. Surely it wasn’t just his imagination at this point. Your stomach actually looked swollen this morning, so full and ready to bear his children. 

        After last night, there was no way you weren’t pregnant. 

        Soon, he would become the father of your children. 

        Soon, you would have a reason to never leave him.

Yandere bokuto the one that will look at you with puppy eyes everytime you need to go out to get something begging you to stay and cuddle

“Bokuto, let me uppp.”

“No,” he tightens his hold around your waist, burying his face deeper into your neck, “not happening.”

When you finally slip off the couch, he gives you the saddest puppy dog eyes, lips pouting. “Babyyyyy, please stay?”

“I-” you sigh, “fine.” He doesn’t say another word, only whooping and tugging you back onto the cushions. He plops himself on top of you this time so there’s really no point in trying to escape, every limb of his trapping your own smaller version to the couch. The hair on his head tickles your chin as he shoves his face against your throat.

“This is where you belong, YN.”

I love ur haikyuu yansderes so much everyone of them is so interesting super original to read luv u ❤

I’m glad you like them!! They are some of my favorites of my works too😊😊

Calling Him by His Name (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Third Gym Version) Part 1

Bokuto, Akaashi, Hinata

A/N: Yes yes I am the writer who diPPed for a solid week, and I apologize for that y’all😔 Here is a lil text post to say sorry for not existing and THANK YOU FOR 1.8k FOLLOWERS BC HOW TF DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN WHILE I POST LITERALLY NOTHING— enjoy!

❤️❤️❤️❤️

💜💜💜💜

Breakup Prank (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

Setter Version (Part 2)

A/N: Lordy I forgot how annoying it is to post on mobile🙄 also ignore the time stamps👀 enjoy!

Kenma, Kageyama, Akaashi

the nail polish fic was too cute !! i loved it, you perfectly wrote bakugo’s character 😂💓

Thanks 🥰 I’m so glad you liked it! He’s an angry whacknut, so I love writing for him😂💜

One Punch Man Masterlist

☔ = Angst

🌦️ = Angst to Fluff

💥 = Crack

☀️ = Fluff

💋 = Smut

🖤 = Yandere

🔔 = Request

🟪Imagines🟪

Garou:

■  Betrayal 🔔🌦️ 

You were interested in Garou ever since he stepped foot into your grandfather’s dojo. But after he attacks the others and gets expelled, you have to try and forget every emotion that’s ever festered for him over the years.

■  Child’s Play 🔔🖤💋

Getting you to fall in love with Garou was like child’s play. Now, he just needed to give you a reason to stay by his side. 

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, dirtyyyy talk, overstimulation, slight?cum play, dubious consent maybe?? (not really but he’s yandere so who knows)

■  The Gift-Giver 🔔🖤

Belts, tank tops, even a metal bat. All these “gifts” from the Hero Hunter’s fights on the news keep showing up at your doorstep. Today, you expected no different, except it is; an empty suitcase is there, and the white-haired man in your bedroom wants you to pack up for your new home.

■  Lovesick 🌦️💥

You have a cold, but Garou doesn’t know that. All he knows is that you wanted him to stay away, and that was something he could never do when it came to you.

■  Misery Loves Company ☀️

Garou was falling for you, ever so quickly. It only takes a small bath with you for this to settle in.

■  Please Don’t Save Me 🔔🖤

(TW: gore) After the Monster Association kidnaps you under the claim that you’re bait for a friend, the man that comes to save you is unfamiliar, but he seems to know you quite well. He’s your savior… but who is he?

■  Turning the Tables 🔔🖤

The monster never gets the girl, but why not? Garou never knew, but what he did know was that that was about to change. He was getting the girl… getting you, whether you want him or not.

Genos:

■  Childish Ways 💥☀️

You always throw magnets at Genos. He’s gotten used to it at this point.

■  Explosive Antics 💥 (slight🌦️)

After playing a cheating prank on your boyfriend with a rather loud, raunchy video, Genos decides to take his frustration out on the laptop that tricked him.

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🟣Headcanons🟣

(Soft) Yandere Garou Headcanons 🔔🖤☀️

Garou General Relationship Headcanons 🔔☀️(slight 💋)

Y!Garou and Y!Metal Bat Crushing on the Same Oblivious Reader 🔔🖤