MishaLover♡

He/him, gender fluid, reader mostly, (other information in the posted post.)

[mokymoly]

Presentation.

(sorry for me Bad English ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

Name: You can call me Misha ♡.

Age: 19 years old.

Personality: Horny, calm (¿?), introvert and a Misha simp (XD).

Lenguages I can Speak: Spanish (main lenguage), and English.

Hobbies: Sing, write, read, dance and play Honkai and Genshin.

¿For what I created this account?: Basically for read Fanfics, headcanons and that stuff, I public horny stuff sometimes ♡.

[kuro8066]

What's the worst that can happen when you accidentally baby-talk your coworker and pet the said coworker's head? (Featuring 🌱 × y/n , and a certain kitty cat 🍊)

Trope: Baby-talking to your cat so much you accidentally said it to your grim coworker who looks like he needs either 40 consecutive hours of sleep or just hospital.

Tw: m! reader, Alhaitham is ooc. I repeat. Alhaitham is OOC. Self indulgent, random bullshit go.

Alhaitham didn’t think much of Y/n.

He was a competent coworker. Kept to himself. Always looked vaguely like he hadn’t slept since the turn of the century, but turned in clean, efficient reports. Ate convenience store lunches at his desk. Never spoke unless necessary. Existed like background code — quiet, functional, forgettable.

Not that Alhaitham cared much for small talk. He preferred silence and logic. His priorities were his own. Like deadlines. Proposal reviews. And most importantly: Orange.

His baby.

Orange is a black and brown Maine Coon, the size of a small bear, the attitude of royalty, and a baffling love for orange slices. He'd picked up the habit as a kitten, stealing wedges right out of Alhaitham’s hand. Hence the name. Not his most creative moment — but fitting.

The cat was spoiled, demanding, and shamelessly adored. And unfortunately, Alhaitham had a habit of baby-talking to him when no one was around. Orange liked it. So he did it. Simple.

Work was a different world.

Or so he thought.

It happened on a Tuesday. Nothing special. Just after lunch. He was walking back from the kitchenette when he saw Y/n sitting at his desk, slouched over a pile of spreadsheets. Eyes half-lidded behind his glasses. One hand weakly holding a pen. The other just… resting. Like he forgot what muscles were.

And for some reason, something clicked.

Maybe it was the posture. Maybe it was the tragic hair hiding half his face. Maybe it was the way he looked moments from death but still managed to write coherent analysis.

Alhaitham paused mid-step.

Orange sits like that, he thought. When he’s too lazy to groom himself and wants me to do it for him.

It should’ve stopped there.

It did not.

Before he could stop himself, before the thought even fully settled—

He said, out loud:

“Oh, baby. You need a nap and maybe a treat, huh?”

Silence.

A beat.

Y/n blinked up at him, stunned.

Alhaitham realized what he'd just done. In the open office. To a coworker.

His mouth parted slightly. His brain short-circuited. A full shutdown initiated. Rebooting failed.

Y/n just stared, utterly baffled. “...What?”

Alhaitham’s soul left his body. He wanted to lie down in the recycling bin and never return.

And then—somehow—he doubled down.

He stepped forward on auto-pilot, reached out… and patted Y/n’s head. Stiffly.

Just once.

It was meant to be quick.

But the hair.

The hair was so soft. Like petting Orange right after he’d been brushed. His fingers slipped through without resistance. It felt nice.

And then it happened.

Alhaitham, in a voice that was far too gentle, said:

“You’re such a good boy.”

Silence, again.

Dead.

Complete, horrifying silence.

The lights flickered. The air conditioner coughed.

Alhaitham wanted to jump out of the 14th floor window and dissolve into the atmosphere.

But the final blow?

Y/n… leaned into the touch.

Not by accident. Not flinching away.

He leaned. Intentionally. Like it was normal.

“…Thanks,” Y/n murmured, nearly under his breath. “That… actually felt kind of nice.”

Alhaitham stopped breathing.

His mind spiraled.

Am I hallucinating? Did I just imprint on him like a mama duck? Did I adopt a coworker?

Y/n rubbed his eye with the back of his hand, visibly more awake now. “Wait. Did you just call me baby?”

Alhaitham straightened instantly. “No.”

“You did.”

“You misheard.”

“You also said I needed a treat.”

“That—was… hypothetical.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Do I get one?”

“Do you want one?”

They both paused.

Oh no, Alhaitham thought. I just bonded with him.

That night, he returned home, set down his bag, and was immediately greeted by Orange, who pawed at his leg and chirped.

Alhaitham crouched and scooped the cat into his arms. “I think I found your long-lost brother.”

Orange meowed.

“And he works in Finance.”

[ryuuna]

she protecc

[mokymoly]

Free writing commissions:

Hello. I'm trying to improve my writing and grammar in English, so I decide to have fun and write some fanfics for people out there, if you want one, put your petition on the inbox ^^.

IMPORTANT:

It has to be M4M fics, it could be Canonxcanon or canonxmalereader.

English is not my first lenguaje, so be aware of that.

All fanfics will be 1k, maximum 2k words depending on my mod and how much i know the characters.

You have to be specific with what you want please.

If it is nsfw, notice I'm a little picky with that, so no skt, no v0r3 and no strange fetishes.

Fandom's:

* Bnha

* Tokyo revengers

* Monarch: legacy of monsters

* Jjk

* AOT

* Sk8

* Genshin impacto

* HSR

* Wuwa

* Diabolik lovers

* Barbie (movies)

* Vampire diaries

* Heated rivalry

* Harry Potter

* Marvel and DC

* Etc

[i-write-bad]

could we get a bakugou x quiet reader?

Bakugou x Quiet Reader (gender neutral)

college AU - fluff

Before you, even during the rare moments of silence he was gifted, he was far from relaxed. It made his skin crawl with the need to pop the bubble of stillness that was closing in on him. He didn’t like it, and was often the reason it didn’t last very long.

This was why he was so confused by his desire to be close to you.

Bakugou's life was loud. His quirk was quite literally explosive, causing many problems, including the small devices he had nestled in his ears whenever he wasn’t training. 

Bakugou’s friends were loud; Kirishima, despite how much he loved the guy, was a lot to be around sometimes, Denki was annoying, and even Mina got on his nerves occasionally. Midoriya, always buried in his notes and completely unaware of the world around him, mumbled to himself at what would normally be an  average speaking volume. The two got along much better now, but that habit still drove him crazy.

Bakugou’s family was loud. At least his father knew when to shut up, but that was only as a result of his mom’s constant screaming.

It was obvious to everyone that you brought Bakugou the first bit of true peace he had ever experienced. He chose to remain wholly unaware of the effect you had on him.

Before you, even during the rare moments of silence he was gifted, he was far from relaxed. It made his skin crawl with the need to pop the bubble of stillness that was closing in on him. He didn’t like it, and was often the reason it didn’t last very long.

This was why he was so confused by his desire to be close to you.

You were quiet, preferring comfortable silence to forced conversation, often busying yourself with drawing or reading with headphones on. It was everything that usually would have caused an anxiety spike, yet he was more often than not by your side as you sketched or turned the pages of your newest borrow from the campus library.

-

One cool, spring morning, he found himself at a small table, watching you read from where he lay his head atop his crossed arms on the table. You had welcomed him with a smile and small wave as he approached, gesturing towards the seat across from you. There were no loud or enthusiastic greetings, no sarcastic shock at seeing him around others without caving in their skulls, and most importantly, no expectations. He knew it was a simple offer that carried no threat if he were to reject your invitation. It was a suggestion made by a friend with no ulterior motives, and Bakugou couldn’t recall a time he had said no to you. 

You turned the pages of your book slowly, as though trying to absorb every word, and Bakugo wondered what music played in your headphones. Was it something soft to help you focus? Your favorite metal band? Something that made you want to move and dance with every beat? He liked guessing, and today he supposed it wasn’t music at all; waves gently rolling against your ear drums as they danced with the sand.

At one point you paused to pointedly flatten a dog-eared page, your lips pulling into a slight frown at the damage from a past loan.

Bakugou wondered if you knew that there were several cherry petals in your hair, and whether you would look at him weirdly if he reached out to brush them from your crown.

You were the first time that silence was comfortable for Bakugou. It allowed him to match your breathing and contemplate how it affected your heartbeat. Was yours prominent? If he rested his hand at the side of your neck, how long would it take for the rhythm of his own to slow to match yours?

He was suddenly aware of your gaze on him, ears tinting pink at the soft smile that pulled at your features.

“Bakugou?”

“Katsuki,” he corrected, voice slightly husky from how little he had used it during the past few hours. Wait, hours? When had it been that long? 

You mimicked him, and his name falling from your lips caused him to jolt, nearly shooting upright. He focused hard on slowly rising from his relaxed position.

“You have something on your mind,” he stated.

“Mina approached me this morning.”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow and waited for you to continue.

“To be honest, I was surprised to see her up and out of the dorms; she usually sleeps until around eleven. Well, as far as I know, she’s officially on campus at eleven…”

“You don’t call her Ashido,” he interrupted sharply, choosing to ignore how well you seemed to know her schedule and instead focus on the name you used. 

You blinked in slight shock at the harshness in his tone.

Shit.

“She asked me to,” you said, tone slightly defensive. “We were partners for a group project last term.” 

Katsuki made an effort to keep his voice level, “That’s how you know her schedule.”

You nodded, discomfort fading from your face as his anger did. 

“You had something to say. I interrupted you.” That was the closest anyone would get to a casual apology from Katsuki Bakugou.

You smiled at his admission, “Oh, right! I saw Mina and she said something kind of weird.”

Katsuki went back to resting his head on crossed arms as you continued, his eyes sliding shut as the morning became brighter.

“She thought it was weird how quiet you are around me,”one of his eyes opened and looked at you intently, “Well, actually she said ‘calm’, but that’s beside the point.”

“And?”

“It got me thinking. I don't bore you too much, do I?” you asked, doubt clouding your expression.

His other eye opened, and he leveled his gaze with yours, “Why would you be too boring?”

You laughed nervously, “I don't know, it just seems like you’re always going, going, going, and I just… exist.”

“I know,” he buried his face back in his arms. “I like it,” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.

You reached across the table to gently push back the hair that fell over his eyes. He didn't open them but mumbled, “What’re you doing…”

You sighed, smiling, “Just wanted to see your face.”

Katsuki felt the tip of his ears warm ferociously. “Whatever.”

[theoriginalkaminari]

♧he went...that way...♧

Katsuki Bakugou x CheshireCat!reader

♤Reader can be any gender, reader has like cat ears and tail and stuff cuz...cheshire cat quirk ig, uhhhh this can be in like season 3, and him and reader are kinda in a situationship, and also I wrote this at 3am and was very sleepy, please don't judge about how shit it is💀🗿

◇Enjoy at your own risk

"Dammit.." Katsuki mutters as he walks through the forest outside of the U.A dorms. He grumbles to himself, looking behind trees and around bushes.

Katsuki got into a fight with Izuku, again, and Izuku ran off to get some distance from him, which made Katsuki chase him. So that leads Katsuki here, investigating the forest to find the green-haired boy.

"You can't hide forever, Deku!" Katsuki yells, cupping his hands around his mouth in hopes it would make his voice carry throughout the forest.

Katsuki's search is interrupted by a certain someone's mischievous giggle. Katsuki grumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge between his nose in annoyance.

"You'll never find him where you're going." You trease, lounging back on a long and thick tree branch as you stare down at him with a predatory gaze. You giggle again, rolling onto your stomach, tilting your head side to side. "You look so small from up here, so fragile!"

Katsuki glares up at you as you taunt him, watching as your tail flicks back and forth and side to side. You've always been a nuisance to him, always messing with him and making his life harder for a cheap laugh.

But he loves you anyway. You're lucky your cute.

His best bet was to just try and ignore you, so he tried to do that. Katsuki looks back at the path infront of him, continueing to stomp off, but he stopped when he heard footsteps behind him. He turns, only to see you mimicking his walk.

"SCRAM!" Katsuki growls at you, making you disappear with a laugh. Katsuki smirks, proud of himself for scaring you off. Just as he's about to move again, he sees footprints walking behind him, almost making him think Tooru was there, but he knew it was you messing with him again.

Katsuki lets out a surprised yelp when you lift him up by his waist, carrying him around like a suitcase. "Oi! Put me down, you mangy cat!" He exclaims, kicking his legs and gently punching your thigh. Katsuki squrims in your arms, trying to escape before you see the blush on his face.

"Alright~" You grin, holding him up above your head with ease, then drops him onto the ground. Katsuki falls down with a soft 'oof', then quickly stands up and dusts himself off. "How the hell do you do that?! I'm taller than you!" He says, glaring at you as you circle around him.

You move behind him and squish his waist, making him blush even more. "Why, its not my fault you have such a grabable waist." You retort, giving him a playful bite on his nape. "Why not stay a while? The rabbit is long gone, you won't catch him now." You tease, placing your chin on his shoulder and whispering in his ear.

Katsuki grumbles and clenches his fists, not wanting to give into you, but also really wanting for you to squeeze his waist again. "Whatever. Just tell me where Deku went already." Katsuki huffs, crossing his arms against his chest.

You grin, stepping infront of him and plastering on an innocent smile. "Why, of course!" You say sweetly, tilting your head to the side. You then point your arms in opposite directions, and can't help but grin mischievously. "He went," You begin as your eyes flick between left and right, not choosing a single direction. "That way."

Katsuki groans, covering his face with his hands. "You're such an ass! Fine! I'll find Deku myself!" He grumbles out, moving past you, storming off.

You grin, leaning back against nothing, yet keeping your balance perfectly as you stare at Katsuki's retreating figure. "Well, good luck. He went right, not left." You mutter to yourself, giggling mischievously. You grin again, ready to follow him again and continue to annoy the ash blonde.

[bakuwhcre]

follow me,, bakugo loves kissing you.

it's different from when you're having sex, okay? kissing during sex is rough, passionate― its him making sure that you know he's obsessed with you.

but like when you're lounging on the couch together? you're pinned beneath him. there's tension, so he'll lean in. and kiss you. slow. painfully slow. his hand will hold the back of your neck and glide his tongue across your lower lip. bakugo would pull back a little, dark eyes on yours, and he'll stare with hooded eyes.

"open."

and you would. he'd lean back in and dip his tongue into your mouth. deepening the kiss. this seems like it'd lead to something freaky, but it rarely does.

he just loves kissing you.

[delicatemystic]

Willa - Icons from Barbie Mariposa

If using, like or reblog. Hope you like it!

[applepartysins]

Go my Cowboy Alastor, commit crimes or sumthin like that idk bro

[valushkamalevach]

[vonabel]

Izuku is a nervous man, sure. But he is courageous. He jumps headfirst into battles, he puts up a good fight, he spent months breaking his bones while getting used to his power. He is nervous, but that will never stop him from taking what he wants.

So, really, it's no surprise when he kisses you first. It's gentle, a peck, just a brush of skin. But it sends a thrill of excitement up your spine nonetheless, makes you feel giddy and excited. He's soft, warm, and a little sweet from the soda he had been sipping on. Something with cherry, you think.

"This okay?" he murmurs, head still ducked close to yours and lips still against lips.

"Yeah," you huff, grinning when he exhales a trembling breath. His flush is high on his cheeks, beneath his spattering of freckles. He's so easy to rile up, to tease. A laugh bubbles from your chest when you notice the way his fingers shake against your neck, but still, you're sweet when you ask, "Do it again?"

And you're so– you drive him mad. Every single thing about you turns his brain to mush.

So he does. He kisses you again, firmer this time. The cherry on his tongue invades your senses, makes your teeth hurt. The hand on your neck slips up and into your hair so he can angle you better for himself. Greedy and selfish and needy, he curls himself around you, fills you up with him.

Izuku will always take what he wants. And he's wanted you for a long, long time.

[roseloon]

EREN YAEGER X SHY! FEM READER

an: never done aot anything before .. so this is a lil experiment ;)

definitely cares for you in his own way

he adores your shyness, it’s the first thing that attracted him to you. ever since he approached you at armin’s party

“hey, pretty thing,” he smirks, laying his hand on the counter near you. your eyes widen as you realize he’s talking to you. eren yaeger himself, is talking to you. he even called you pretty. your heart is racing, and your palms are sweaty as you urge yourself to say something. “h-hi.” is all that comes out of your pretty lips. you internally chastise yourself at your timidity but the brunette haired boy has already fallen in love.

always holds your hand first bc he knows that you’re too shy to take initiative

all in all he’s really patient with you, surprisingly

your first kiss happens almost 1 month into the relationship, mostly because you’re almost pass out every time wren’s lips almost touch yours

but when it does happen, you’re hooked.

his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss

and now .. everytime you want one, you’ll grab at eren’s shirt with a needy expression that drives him crazy. next thing he knows, he’s leaning in to kiss you.

“you want another?” he rasps, looking in your eyes with that look that has you rubbing your thighs together. you nod quickly, and eren smirks as he kisses his needy girl again.

sex … well, it takes a while.

but nevertheless your boyfriend is completely patient with you.

you get his fingers 2 months in, and it changes your world.

“eren ..” you whine, head falling back into the pillow as you hear the wet sounds of his fingers driving in and out of your gushing cunt. They go in, curling slowly, pulling out the most erotic moan out of you. Your legs try to close on his hands, but eren forces them open with ease, continuing to have his way with you. “keep your legs open,” he warns, pulling his fingers out slowly. you cover your face in embarrassment as he speeds up his pace.

now you’re constantly silently begging for his fingers. looking up at him with that needy expression he loves.

“you’ve gotta ask first, not gonna baby you anymore.” he says, lying through his teeth. he’d baby you any fucking day of the week. you purse your lips, as you summon up the courage to ask for what you want, something eren has been urging you to do since you first got together. “fi-finger me .. please, eren.” you whine, and it’s music to his ears.

after four months, you still blush every time he surprises you with a gift. you still stutter every time his voice does that thing where it raspy and has you freaking on the spot.

you still blush every time he refers to you as “his girl” it’s even worse if he does it in public, it takes your face a little bit to cool down to tell the truth. god, this boy loves pushing your limits.

urges you to speak up for yourself in certain situations, and he’s definitely 100% supportive when you do.

“i’m so proud of you,” he says, kissing your cheek as you smile. you’d just corrected a waiter for pronouncing your name wrong and eren couldn’t be more proud of his girl.

sometimes there are situations where your shyness make things a little difficult for him, like when you’re getting hit on by some douchebag at a party.

or when you’re jealous of mikasa staying at his place, instead opting to ignore him like a brat instead.

but you love him, and he loves you … that won’t change.

[layerafterdusk]

Anaxa and the most uncomfortable Dromas pajama known to man

[linalieana]

u know it's gon' be the slutiest, messiest, sloppiest, hard core sex when the post had sum hentaí banner n the pinkiest color

[xxfluffypuff]

Cleaned up valentines Lucifer for yall

[puffypoffin]

A little post-2.5 sequel to my last comic because the update destroyed me 😃

[mokymoly]

I just saw «Jentry Chau vs the underworld» and... I justo want fluffy fics of Kit, I beg, I cry, I do what you want, (No money, I'm a poor b1ch, but I can draw so...).

I just want to read my man, well, demon, be happy, loved and care, I'm sick of augts fics of him (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠).

(Sorry the yapping and bad writing, I'm still sensitive.)