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YAYYY!! Also need Vincent OH HE CAN SO GET IT 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

@hoonvrs your awaited cloud edit

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@hoonvrs your awaited cloud edit

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mari where did u go 😔 imy

HELP IM SORRY I START THIS SEMESTER NEXT WEEK (kill me)

Anyways hru BBY I miss you too 🥀🥀🥀

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Got rejected 🤗🥀😬😐🥹😨😢

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… I ain’t reblog on my main but… 😳😳😳

“Hi, baby,” you coo, voice softening as you lean into the car window, arms folded. "I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” your ex-husband says smugly.

Your smile drops as you turn to face him, brows lifted in clear annoyance. “I wasn’t talking to you, Satoru. Just hand me my daughter, and I’ll be on my way.”

His grin doesn't falter. “Our daughter,” he corrects, the emphasis deliberate.

You sigh in defeat, pushing yourself off his stupidly pristine Porsche. “Whatever, Satoru. Just unlock the car.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, already moving. “I’ll get her���you grab her stuff from the trunk.”

He clicks the key fob, and with a soft beep, the trunk lifts open.

The parking lot where you and Satoru agree to meet every Sunday sits in its usual state of quiet limbo—wide, cracked pavement stretching out under a gray afternoon sky. A few scattered cars are parked on the far end, their owners nowhere in sight, leaving the space between you and the rest of the world feeling even more hollow.

You make your way around the back of the car, heels of your stilettos clicking against the pavement in a rhythm that feels far too loud in the silence. The trunk is already open, humming faintly. You reach in and grab her backpack, only to pause at the unfamiliar lightness of it.

Your brows knit together.

It’s practically half the weight of what you packed for her just a few days ago—missing the extra pair of sneakers, the folder of coloring pages, maybe even her favorite stuffed dolphin if you’re judging by how the fabric doesn’t bulge the way it normally does.

A familiar frustration bubbles beneath your ribs. You don’t say anything—not yet—but your grip on the strap tightens as you pull the bag over your shoulder, shutting the trunk a little harder than necessary.

“Woah, watch the car, sweetheart,” Satoru teases, grinning as he lifts your daughter out of the car seat. Her light-up sneakers flash as they hit the pavement, tiny feet already sprinting toward you.

You drop to your knees, arms outstretched just in time to catch her. She barrels into you with all the force her little body can muster, and you stumble back a step, laughing softly into her hair as you hold her tight.

But the warmth in your chest doesn’t last long.

“Satoru,” you say, straightening up, your tone clipped but careful enough not to alarm your daughter. “Where is the rest of her stuff? I sent her with a full bag last weekend.”

“Relax, mama,” he says, tone breezy, unbothered. “She threw up. Her stuff’s being dry cleaned.”

Your frown deepens, gaze dropping to your daughter’s clean but clearly borrowed sweatshirt. You don’t push it in front of her—but you will.

You set her gently on the ground, brushing a hand through her hair before reaching into your purse for your keys. With a soft beep, the car unlocks.

“Baby, go sit in the car for a second, okay?” you say, keeping your voice light as you open the back door for her. “Mommy has to talk to Daddy.”

She nods without fuss, climbing in with the trust only a child can have. And when the door clicks shut behind her, the smile on your face vanishes completely.

“What the fuck, Satoru,” you snap, voice sharp and low. “Why didn’t you tell me she was sick?”

He doesn’t flinch. He never does. “Sweetheart,” he says, calm as ever. It used to drive you crazy when you were married—how level-headed he could be, even when you were coming apart at the seams. “It’s okay. I dealt with it.”

You cross your arms tightly over your chest. “No, it’s not okay. I don’t care if you ‘dealt with it.’ What if it was more serious? What if she needed to go to a hospital and I had no idea?”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s already tired of this conversation. “Look, I am her parent too. I understand you’re concerned, but I’m fully capable of taking care of her. You don’t tell me every little thing that happens when she’s with you, do you?”

You stare at him, stunned. “Are you seriously comparing her scraping her knee at the park to vomiting?”

“She vomited once,” he says, voice still maddeningly level. “I monitored her, gave her fluids, made sure she rested. She didn’t have a fever, she wasn’t lethargic—”

“That’s not the point, Satoru!” You take a step toward him, frustrated tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. “The point is you should have told me. I’m her mother. I deserve to know when she’s not feeling well.”

There’s a beat of silence.

For once, something cracks in his expression.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” he finally admits. “I figured you’d just… stress yourself out, even if it was nothing.”

You breathe in through your nose, trying to calm your heart.

“Of course I’d worry,” you say, softer now. “That’s what being a parent is, Satoru. I’d rather be worried and know than be blindsided when I pick her up.”

He looks down for a second, then back at you. “You’re right,” he says. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to keep it from you—I just didn’t want to start a whole thing.”

You exhale slowly. The tension still simmers beneath your skin, but the edge of the fight has dulled.

“She okay now?” you ask.

He nods. “Yeah. Ate pancakes this morning and asked for seconds.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Pancakes, huh?”

“Blueberry,” he says, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Your recipe.”

Of course it was.

You brush your hair back and glance toward the car, where your daughter’s tiny face is pressed against the window, waiting patiently.

“Next time,” you say, turning back to him, “just tell me. I don’t care if it’s a scraped knee or a sneeze. I need to know.”

He nods again, this time more seriously. “Okay.”

There’s a pause.

“Are you okay now?” he asks, his voice softer than it’s been all afternoon.

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you step forward, letting the tension ease from your shoulders as you lean into him—something you haven’t done in what feels like forever, yet still comes as naturally as breathing. His arms come around you without hesitation, warm and steady, anchoring you in the kind of embrace you used to take for granted.

You let yourself rest there, just for a moment. Let your cheek press against the familiar fabric of his hoodie, letting the scent of him ground you.

“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m okay now.”

He exhales against your temple, a quiet sound of relief, and his hand moves gently up and down your back. Not rushed. Not performative. Just comfort—quiet and real.

“Good,” he murmurs, voice low near your ear. “I’ll get her some new clothes, okay? A few extra things to keep at mine too. So you don’t have to pack so much.”

He pulls a hand off of you to point at the superstore across the lot.

You nod against him, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes. There’s no fight in either of you now. Just fatigue, and the tentative beginnings of mutual understanding.

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks.”

He lets his hands fall back into his pockets, rocking on his heels like he’s not sure if he should say more. You step back and turn toward your car, already spotting your daughter’s nose pressed eagerly against the rear passenger window.

“Give me a sec,” you add over your shoulder. “I’ll get her out.”

“Alright,” he says, softer now.

As you walk toward the car, keys in hand, you hear him call out softly behind you—almost like he didn’t mean for you to hear it at all.

“You look good, by the way.”

You don’t stop, but the corner of your mouth twitches despite yourself. You roll your eyes as you open the car door, the familiar sound of the handle clicking breaking the moment.

Inside, your daughter is already leaning toward you from her car seat, arms outstretched like she hadn’t just seen you a few minutes ago. Her blue eyes shine with adoration—so much like his, but deeper.

“Hi, baby,” you coo, lifting her up and planting a kiss on her cheek. “Wanna go shopping with Mommy and Daddy?”

She giggles and nods, her light-up sneakers kicking as you set her down again. You reach in to grab her stuffed bunny from the seat, tucking it under her arm before closing the door.

Satoru is already by the driver’s side, sunglasses on, smirking like he’s in on some private joke you haven’t been told yet.

“You ready?” he asks.

You glance down at your daughter, who’s now babbling something about sparkly shirts and snacks, then back up at him.

“Let’s just make it quick.”

He gives you a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

The three of you head inside the store, and even though you tell yourself it’s just a quick errand—a few replacement clothes, maybe a snack or two—it still feels strangely like something else.

Something you almost forgot you missed.

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Guys I just read THE CRAZIEST CHAPTER OF A LEON SERIES ON WATTPAD…

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crickets…

…. now…

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kiss marry kill: me (alpha), charles leclerc , and me (daddy) 👅

Marry: me (alpha)

Kiss: me (daddy)

Kill: Charles Leclerc

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which moots are you the closest to? 🤍

HIHI! I don’t talk to my moots a whole lot since I’m like inactive a lot.. 🥀🥀 but I would def say eires (Fifi) we talk almost everyday

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Guess who watched kpop demon hunters..

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I was quick already reposted it

….

guess who’s developed an unhealthy obsession with cloud strife🤕

Me and you 🤗

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guess who’s developed an unhealthy obsession with cloud strife🤕

Me and you 🤗

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wait, I just saw the pictures, it is, lol I am blind

NO ITS OKAY I LOVE SILENT HILL!! ❤️ (pyramid head can get it)

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flowers bloom and so does his heat…?

pairing: snowleopard!Sunghoon X bunny!femreader

synopsis: your boyfriend starts his heat as the flowers begin to bloom. As he takes it out on you. You don’t know if you’re going to make it out alive — genre: smut (MDNI 18+), fluff, est. relationship, hybrids. Warnings under cut

word count: 447

A/n: hi.. I’m back. I got an idea after seeing someone talk about it but like it was about gojo. Yes I’ve been well. Just I don’t really feel that motivated to write as much. I try to but. DOESNT work out. Idk if I’m going to update QoD soon. But I’ll see.

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warnings: unprotected sex, knots, breeding, rough sex, some slapping, swearing, pet names, kissing.

The weather was warming up. Flowers blooming, sun out, plus many more things.. which includes the heat of your snow leopard boyfriend, Sunghoon. Clearly being a bunny you knew you wouldn’t survive.

“Come on you can take one more..” he teases your folds. Softly rubbing it in circles. Overstimulated so much by your th orgasm. You lost count. Gosh every part of your body was in flames. Thanks to him.

You slur your words. Mumbling.. already cock drunk. “Huh.. What was that sweetheart? I couldn’t hear.” the leopard teases you, enjoying you in this state. He slowly pumped two fingers in your stuffed cunt.

“Ha- s-not.. fair.” You managed to speak out. “What’s not fair.? That I’m fucking you.. Awee baby.. well..” he slaps your ass softly before realigning himself back to your fucked out hole. “Guess you have to—fucking— take it.” He shoves his cock back in. The snug tight fit, almost making him come.

“Ha-sweets. Feel.. so fucking good” Sunghoon lifts up you legs putting you into a mating press. You can feel him go deeper, making you let out a whimper. “Feels good doesn’t it? Of course it does.. mhm..” He starts thrusting, his hips having their own mind. “I could stay here forever..”

You’re too fucked out to even comprehend anything your boyfriend was saying. Gasps and moans exiting your mouth. With each growing thurst Sunghoon was growing more hungry, more feral. Only you can have this effect on him. “Wife.. my wife.. gonna.. out a ring in your finger.. make sure.. your tummy is full—stuffed.” He leans in, sucking your neck making sure he’ll leave marks for everyone to see.

“Making sure you’re stuffed.. of my knot..” He growls losing his sanity as he fucks you. You feel.. something, something bulging and hot. “Sung-“

“My knot.. making sure you fucking take it” he slams harder.. the living room filled the sound of moan, growls, whimpers, skin slapping. You don’t doubt the neighbors have heard you by now.

“My wife.. mhm.. so perfect for me.. and only me..” You feel a tight knot in your lower belly.. “mhm.. boutta.. cum.” You whimper. Sunghoon chuckles using one hand to rub your clit. Hoping you’ll cum in any second.

His large girth hitting all the right spots, you cum, cunt pulsing and clenching around his cock.. barely allowing him to move and causing his orgasm.

Sunghoon grabs your neck and slams your lips together. Teeth grazing into the sloppy kiss, you moan in the kiss as you feel him come inside you again.

“Mhm.. fuck we aren’t stopping till you get pregnant .. gotta let everyone know you’re my wife..”

yeah you aren’t surviving this.

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well well well (I passed with a 94)

finals…

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900 NOTES LESS THAN A WEEK WHAT!!

flowers bloom and so does his heat…?

pairing: snowleopard!Sunghoon X bunny!femreader

synopsis: your boyfriend starts his heat as the flowers begin to bloom. As he takes it out on you. You don’t know if you’re going to make it out alive — genre: smut (MDNI 18+), fluff, est. relationship, hybrids. Warnings under cut

word count: 447

A/n: hi.. I’m back. I got an idea after seeing someone talk about it but like it was about gojo. Yes I’ve been well. Just I don’t really feel that motivated to write as much. I try to but. DOESNT work out. Idk if I’m going to update QoD soon. But I’ll see.

Masterlist

warnings: unprotected sex, knots, breeding, rough sex, some slapping, swearing, pet names, kissing.

The weather was warming up. Flowers blooming, sun out, plus many more things.. which includes the heat of your snow leopard boyfriend, Sunghoon. Clearly being a bunny you knew you wouldn’t survive.

“Come on you can take one more..” he teases your folds. Softly rubbing it in circles. Overstimulated so much by your th orgasm. You lost count. Gosh every part of your body was in flames. Thanks to him.

You slur your words. Mumbling.. already cock drunk. “Huh.. What was that sweetheart? I couldn’t hear.” the leopard teases you, enjoying you in this state. He slowly pumped two fingers in your stuffed cunt.

“Ha- s-not.. fair.” You managed to speak out. “What’s not fair.? That I’m fucking you.. Awee baby.. well..” he slaps your ass softly before realigning himself back to your fucked out hole. “Guess you have to—fucking— take it.” He shoves his cock back in. The snug tight fit, almost making him come.

“Ha-sweets. Feel.. so fucking good” Sunghoon lifts up you legs putting you into a mating press. You can feel him go deeper, making you let out a whimper. “Feels good doesn’t it? Of course it does.. mhm..” He starts thrusting, his hips having their own mind. “I could stay here forever..”

You’re too fucked out to even comprehend anything your boyfriend was saying. Gasps and moans exiting your mouth. With each growing thurst Sunghoon was growing more hungry, more feral. Only you can have this effect on him. “Wife.. my wife.. gonna.. out a ring in your finger.. make sure.. your tummy is full—stuffed.” He leans in, sucking your neck making sure he’ll leave marks for everyone to see.

“Making sure you’re stuffed.. of my knot..” He growls losing his sanity as he fucks you. You feel.. something, something bulging and hot. “Sung-“

“My knot.. making sure you fucking take it” he slams harder.. the living room filled the sound of moan, growls, whimpers, skin slapping. You don’t doubt the neighbors have heard you by now.

“My wife.. mhm.. so perfect for me.. and only me..” You feel a tight knot in your lower belly.. “mhm.. boutta.. cum.” You whimper. Sunghoon chuckles using one hand to rub your clit. Hoping you’ll cum in any second.

His large girth hitting all the right spots, you cum, cunt pulsing and clenching around his cock.. barely allowing him to move and causing his orgasm.

Sunghoon grabs your neck and slams your lips together. Teeth grazing into the sloppy kiss, you moan in the kiss as you feel him come inside you again.

“Mhm.. fuck we aren’t stopping till you get pregnant .. gotta let everyone know you’re my wife..”

yeah you aren’t surviving this.

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