#Kinda Crack

[hoernypie]

Most of the high school was you experimenting with (for some reason) mostly girls, so when after one hang-out both of you ended up in a bedroom. "Wait, are you sure you want to do that?" he asked stopping you from unzipping his pants as you impatiently tried to get to his cock as quickly as possible. "What do you mean?", you ask confused looking up to see his face while his hands slightly squeeze you before he takes them away, quietly saying "Nothing."

You knew that both of you were drunk but still, that was a weird reaction, tho you simply brushed it away focusing on his pretty dick that shined from all his precum that made your mouth drool. As your lips wrapped against his tip that you kept teasing with your tongue your hand started moving up and down on his shaft before your head joined it with the perfect rhythm. "You're way too good at this... Are you sure you are lesbian?" he pants out before you pull back, your laughter feeling the room. "Excuse me?", you asked amused as your hand still moved on his hardness. "Well, all high school I've seen you hang out only with girls so I thought..." and he doesn't get a chance to finish his (brilliant drunk) thought before cumming all over your boobs, before falling down on the bed and breathing heavily, hiding his face behind hands, realizing that he always had a chance. "If I knew, I'd fuck you sooner."

[whump-bunny]

Whumper really only has it out for caretaker, so they use Whumpee as a means to hurt them.

Except... Whumper doesn't actually hurt whumpee. They just want Caretaker to think they did.

Caretaker: "What did you do to them!?"

Whumper: "Everything I've always wanted to do to you."

Caretaker: "I swear if you hurt them-"

Whumper: "Hurt them? Ha! Oh, Caretaker, I destroyed them."

Cut to Whumpee, in a comfy room, playing video games and asking Whumper's guards for more chocolate milk.

[cinnbar-bun]

Random Things I Think Crocodile Does

This isn’t really anything special it’s just my word vomit. As always, MENA!Croc 💖💖 my beloved. No defined gender for reader. This is just random ass hcs for funsies kinda crack ngl.

All below!

Snores loudly in bed. The cigars are catching up to him. Refuses to get help for it or acknowledge he may have a snoring problem.

Falls asleep really quickly. Like. Anywhere. If you two are sitting on the couch watching a movie, he’ll fall asleep ten minutes in (if you’re lucky enough to have his attention that long) and then wake up when the credits roll. He’ll sleep through a damn war, but suddenly the credits are up and he’ll say “wow, what a great movie.”

Pistachio man. Loves pistachio ice cream. Loves pistachio ashta pancakes. Loves pistachio anything.

I mean in general he looks like he’d love eating mixed nuts but I think he’d enjoy pistachios the most.

Drinks tea very very dark with no sugar.

OKAY SO IM NOT SURE IF YALL WILL UNDERSTAND I THINK THIS IS LIKE AN IMMIGRANT OR POC EXPERIENCE BUT THOSE THICK ASS BLANKETS?? WITH LIKE THE PRINTS ON THEM??? He has one, it’s blue and has tigers on it. (Why is it always tigers?)

Doesn’t like you touching the thermostat in true daddy fashion.

But like in the opposite way, I think his DF makes it so he is immune to the heat so he cranks that shit up and you’re sweating buckets.

Likewise could you imagine him being a baby the minute the temperature drops a bit?? 😭😭 he’s wrapped up in twenty layers because it’s 68 degrees and he’s convinced he’ll freeze to death.

Don’t bother playing Monopoly with him.

The old man who squints his eyes and puts his phone to his face to read anything.

Guy who sends long ass voice messages/voicemails to you, count how many times he almost hacks his lungs out.

Omg like my personal favorite thing… him slipping into an Arabic accent or using Arabic whenever he has a brain fart on an English word.

[videnrambles]

Can you do more about the au that sukuna can have an arm appear out of yuji?

I don't have a full story BUT I do have more ideas for that AU

Yuuji can kinda tell when Sukuna is about to form an arm and can choose to suppress it or not. My idea is that the less CE required to do something, the more Yuuji has to focus on repressing it.

Sukuna's been forced into a binding vow that he can't hurt Yuuji with the arms.

Sukuna likes to hold things, especially fidget toys or anything he can just mess with. He doesn't have a lot going on so whenever he can be apart of something he's happy.

Yuuji will let him have a little freedom in the dorms and Sukuna abuses it. He will touch and grab fucking everything within reach.

One time Yuuji got Sukuna to help him with a curse by agreeing to let him slap Gojo. Gojo cried at the betrayal.

If Yuuji falls asleep outside his dorm no one is able to move him because Sukuna will grow an arm with a mouth and bite anyone who comes close. He's trying to kill Yuuji with back problems, or he's just a possessive bastard idk.

The first years and Gojo once really pissed off Yuuji and no one could go near him for a week because he gave Sukuna a knife.

When Yuuji is slightly angry he will let Sukuna grow as many arms as he pleases to slap people with. Gojo is the only one who can get close and even then he had 4 arms slapping against infinity.

Sometimes Sukuna uses Yuuji's head/face as a stress toy.

Less practical idea but I think it would be funny if Sukuna could grow arms out of other arms to create like a massive web of arms and then he uses them to flip off Gojo.

This was fun :D

[thelemoncoffee]

very very strange au concept surrounding a Phantom thief au DICE mission tactic

it started with Beez suggesting an au where DICE has more than 10 members and some of them are assigned to dress up as clones of Kokichi to throw police off, but it got weirder from there-

then we went "hey what if they chased Kokichi into a warehouse and came face to face with several clones" having to try and catch as many as they could and hope they caught the real one, if he was even in the group to begin with

next logical leap was to expand it to the rest of the og DICE- ie: DICE grunts having whole teams of people who are similar heights to the og DICE dressing up in their uniforms and committing smaller thefts as "copycats" around the city, committing some of their thefts shortly before the time real heists is set to happen to draw police away from the heist

how much worse can this get you may ask? why not become clones the detectives and police who are after them? how fucked up would it be to have DICE members impersonating higher-ups in the police force or Detective agency on their case? imagine seeing the coworker you jsut saw leave the building now suddenly in a meeting on the third floor.

how confused and panicked do you think Shuichi would be if he saw himself staring back at him down the hall?

[breakandbuildfiction]

Infinite Wine Cellar

Being the Ghost King gave Danny access to a lot of guilty pleasures. He could buy every DLC and cosmetic from every game he played, see movies that never existed, collect limited edition merchandise that he could never get in his home dimension, and, as he quickly discovered after he hit twenty-one, he had access to the best, rarest, and most expensive drinks in the multiverse.

[icycoldninja]

Hello, I hope you are having a good day! I stumbled upon your blog today and since I read through it and consumed as much od your writing as I could, I want to request a Sparda boys + V x reader where the reader got a bad sunburn and they take care of the reader.

Sure, these might be a bit short, but enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Sunburnt!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-The first thing Dante did was laugh his ass off at you. He doesn't care that it's mean, he thinks you look ridiculous with half your body bright red.

-Once you start pouting/growling at him, he quickly pulls himself together and goes to find some ointment to alleviate your irritatation.

-He then examined your burns, wraps the more serious ones, and puts extra lotion on the minor ones.

-After that, he tells you to avoid the outdoors for a while, to drink plenty of water, and to get some rest.

-He'll keep you company all day, don't worry, the only drawback is that he's afraid to touch you because he doesn't want to aggravate your burns.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil clicks into mom mode the minute he sees your skin all red.

-Immediately forces you into the nearest seat (unless the burns are on your legs, then he'll make you stand) and orders you to wait there while he looks for something to help you.

-Returns from wherever he went with his arms full of lotions and creams and begins smothering you in the stuff.

-Bandages you so tightly after that, you look and feel like a mummy.

-Even though he's already done so much, Vergil still refuses to let you out of his sight. Don't blame him, he's just worried about you and a tad bit overprotective.

□ Nero □

-Freaks the fuck out.

-Nero has spent a lot of time either indoors or hanging out at night, and when he's outside, he's usually battling something or someone. He's never personally had a sunburn, even though he knows what they are, and doesn't know what to do when you get one.

-After a bit of internal panicking, Nero remembered Google exists and searched up "cure for sunburn". Thankfully what you had wasn't very serious.

-Nero then cared for your burns to the best of his abilities before offering some advice he literally pulled off the first few results on Google.

-You'll be fine and are probably able to return to normal life by now, but you're grateful for his help all the same.

● V ●

-V doesn't really know what a sunburn is. He's only been alive for a few months, you know.

-He first thought you were trying out some new makeup trend when he saw your bright red skin. Once you revealed what it really was, he and Griffon set out to do research.

-Instead of going online like a normal person, V heads for the library and is gone for a day. He returns, eventually, with a bag full of herbal creams you're not sure where he got.

-While going on and on about the stuff he read in an old tome possibly more ancient than the library itself, he applies the stuff to your skin.

-Holy shit, it actually works. Your burns are gone the next morning.

[hey-august]

buggy's the kinda guy whose marshmallows catch on fire when making smores.

he panics then acts like it was on purpose. it's no big deal, the char adds flavor.

it happens multiple times. the same poor marshmallow is set alight and blown out in a frenzy, until it gives up on ever becoming a smore and threatens to fall into the fire.

when buggy finally wrangles the gooey marshmallow on its layered bed of chocolate and graham cracker, he squeeze the smore so damn tight that the molten sugar oozes out and burns his fingertips.

obviously the best course of action is to pop the snack in his mouth so it's not burning his lil fingies anymore. instead, it burns his tongue.

he's like a dog eating peanut butter. sticky sugar and melting chocolate are clogging up the works. he's chewing and smacking with an open mouth, taking hollow breaths to cool the heat. it's obnoxious.

buggy chews the confection just enough for him to choke it down. the magma sludge singes his throat.

tears are in his eyes and his sticky fingered hand is already back in the marshmallow bag. time to do it all again.

[dewying-my-best]

Watching Nerds Of A Feather, thinking about a forbidden love situation between Buford and Baljeet.

[bullet-rebuttle]

There’s a muddled voice in the room and..it’s rather loud. When the door is open revealing the source.

“Miku..miku..you may call me miku..blue hair blue tie hiding in your WiFi..open secrets anyone can find me-“ the mangaka is singing to himself while drawing before he turns around.

“Gah!! W-w-where did you come from!? D-don’t you know how to knock!? I-I..I-i..you heard nothing!!”

[iwillfightgodandwin]

How pete giving patrick words probably works:

PS "Can I please have some words Pete?"

PW "Sure Patrick! Here you go!"

PS "... Pete these are terrible, give me better ones."

PW "You're terrible, here."

How I think pete giving patrick words works:

"F̵̢̟̘͒͋̐e̵̟͙̦͋̓͊é̴͓͎͍́̀d̴̡̦̙͋̿͒ ḿ̵̡̫͉̽͘e̸̙̙̞̔͑͌ W̴͓͕̻͛̓͝o̴̝̠̼̽̚͠r̵͇̻͖̾̾d̸̦̦͓̿̽͆s̸̢̪͚̈́͌̚s̴͎̦͉̿͆̓s̸̡̝̝͊̒"

"Jesus, Patrick! Wtf?! Here, take some."

" .̴̦̼̽̽.̸̡̢͉͆̓͝.̵̠͎̟͐̕͠ t̴͉͖͍͆́͠e̵͔̞͓̐͑̈́r̵̪̙͚̓̕͝r̵̻̻͇̔͒́i̸̘̦͒̿̈́b̸͕̼̔͛̈́l̸͙͓͉̓̀͘e̴̺̠͊͘͘͜,̴͕̦͛͆͜͝ b̵̝̫̺̐͛͘a̵̦͓͖͐̽͆d̵̈́��͓̪͔̀ w̵̪͓͇̾͛͘o̴̢͍͆̕̚͜r̴͙̘͍͋̚͠d̵͚̝̪͑̐̔s̴̠̫̒̓̕"

"Fuck you! Those are great words! Whatever, have these one instead then!"

[unkindledangell]

Hey. I was feeling kinda emotional, so I came up with a NSFW Oviposition idea that turned into a angst/fluff idea for a Sastiel fic 🧜‍♂️

Also, I wanted to make an edit to visualize it and this happened lol. AI could never

So, the idea is: Sam is a 30-year-old guy who usually goes to this quiet, not-so-popular beach in the afternoons to chill, swim, or just be alone for a bit. One day, he finds Castiel, a cephalopod man (half-octopus) stranded on the shore, tangled in a net.

Sam doesn’t question what he’s seeing or that he’s looking at a non-human creature—he just helps him out and gets him back in the water. After that, they start a friendship. They swim together, hang out every time they bump into each other. Castiel doesn’t share much about where he’s from, and Sam doesn’t ask, they just have little chats on the shore or on the rocks.

One day, Cas shows up saying he’s in heat and needs to lay his eggs. Sam offers to help, knowing it’s an important process for him and feeling all in because of the bond they've formed. That night, they have sex in the ocean, and Cas fills him with eggs. Later, Sam expels them on the beach and Cas tells him he’ll take them back to the ocean to hatch. Sam wakes up on the sand, confused and unsure if it was all just a dream. He’s naked and there's no sign of Cas.

Sam doesn’t see him again for a long time. Weeks go by, then months. He keeps going back to the beach, hoping to see Cas swimming around or explaining what happened that night, or what those eggs were about, but Cas never returns. Eventually, Sam loses hope and starts forgetting about him, thinking maybe it was all just his imagination, a lonely illusion. He feels alone every time he goes to the beach, carrying something he doesn’t quite understand.

Then, 9 months later, Sam’s still going to the beach sometimes, hoping for some kind of peace from the waves, even though he’s accepted he’ll never see Cas again. But, as fate and Chuck would have it, one day he sees bubbles in the water and Cas rises out of the ocean again. Sam squints, thinking he’s seeing things, and rushes toward him. He’s frustrated and relieved, confused and pissed off. As he gets closer, he’s still wondering if he’s seeing a mirage or losing his mind.

When he gets to the shore, he realizes Cas is carrying something in his arms—a baby (Jack), and Cas tells him it’s his son.

Turns out Cas had left so the eggs could hatch at the bottom of the sea, and one of them would turn into a baby. But he had to wait 9 months for it to be born underwater and then bring it back to the surface.

I also thought about doing a version where Sam gets pregnant with the egg and it becomes an Mpreg-Eggpreg thing where Castiel leaves him for 9 months to hibernate and comes back just in time for Sam to give birth.

Just a one-shot idea I came up with. Anything that ends with a happy ending and a baby in a non-traditional way. I wanted to make something purely NSFW oviposition, but it ended up turning into a bit of angst/comfort.

Anyway, just some ideas I like sharing

[kissakiss]

Quick random thought before bed: how I think it would feel to hold each LIs hands and what would happen if you gave them an ice cream (out of 10)?

Xavier: Peak ‘put your hands entangled with his, warm inside of his pockets’ guy, probably warm but kind of rough from the years of handling weapons. 9/10 ice cream holder it’d crack the second he gets jealous but he looks cute holding it.

Rafayel: Constantly squishing on your hand, has hands that looks soft from afar but don’t be fooled cuz’ you can easily feel the muscles n tendons on his palm, would eventually play thumb fights with you every so often. 8/10 ice cream holder he would steal licks out of it but he looks cute holding it.

Zayne: The perfect person to hold your hand as you study/work, pen in one hand you in the other, stealing glances as you go, 1000/10 ice cream holder, looks cute and has great functionality as well.

Sylus: THE handholder supreme I would say, big and warm and SOFT, would take any available chance to hold your hand, loves to kiss it, is also a little shit about it, 8/10 ice cream holder he’d look cute but would also let mephi peck on the ice cream a little.

Caleb: Insists on holding your hand as you both sleep, show off, his hand is rough and warm so you everytime you hold hands you are rest assured that he is still alive and well. 9/10 he’d be cute holding it but he also purposefully spins it around in the air sometimes for like funsies lol.

Lastly, I am a firm believer that everyone would kiss the ring that you have on every time you hold hands with anyone, tis just a fact of life.

[milady-pink]

Cats AU

Part of my ongoing series exploring Erik and Christine’s souls finding each other through the multiverse: Anywhere You Go

It was official

Nadir had become his greatest fear

a crazy cat man.

It had started off innocently enough, wanting a companion to occupy his evenings and weekends off duty as a Parisian investigator for foreign crime. Now, at the ripe age of sixty-eight, Nadir found himself walking home after a long day’s work and quick stop at the nearby pet shop for some more litter. As he walked through the chilling early night air, he started to ponder where exactly he let his fondness for felines almost entirely take over his life.

His first was Erik, a black short hair with eerie yellow eyes, having encountered him after a neighbor of Nadir’s asked him to call animal control and dispose of the dead cat. It saddened his heart to hear this, but it nearly jumped out of his chest when upon inspection the cat was, in fact, not dead. If it wasn’t for his interference and stubborn determination to keep him alive, Erik would surely be dead. This was a bit after losing his loving, compassionate wife to cancer that he made the decision to adopt the worse-for-wear feline. Maybe it was due to being a bit lonely, Reza having grown up and moved out many years ago, but Nadir was hoping to get a loving companion to spend his evenings and weekends with. But alas, this was not to be.

Erik, as it turns out, became an incredibly difficult and challenging task, making Nadir feel as though he had accidentally signed up for a second job with no paycheck. The first week alone the raven scoundrel tore apart his couch, flung litter outside his box, and almost choked to death trying to eat a scrap of paper, not to mention how aggressive and temperamental he was, Nadir still had the scars. It wasn’t until over a month into living with him did Erik start to feel a bit more comfortable; choosing more and more to leave his beloved cat-cave and sit by Nadir’s feet as the older man watched tv or read a book. He was never a cuddler, that is with him, but there was a sadness, an ache that Nadir could feel seep out from the traumatized animal. That first fateful day the vet and technicians told him how difficult he was, going so far as to consider calling him feral, and just by looking at him he has suffered a long and arduous life.

On the right side of his face was badly scarred, most likely from a past mange infection, as well as other wounds that could very likely have been from previous owners. Despite the forewarning, Nadir felt he could show this poor creature the touch of a gentle hand, wanting to bring him some peace and comfort for the rest of his lives. That decision is one he has yet to regret, even if Erik has a tendency to howl like a madman at three in the morning, he wouldn’t give up his judgmental little criminal for anything after forming a certain bond even the cat can’t deny.

After Erik, Nadir thought about getting a second cat, a possible sibling or partner who could care for him and occupy his time. Raoul was, to put it lightly, a sweet but dimwitted boy of a light orange coat who was many years, cat and human, under Erik. The thinking was that maybe a fellow male could act as a brother or son to Erik, possibly even unlocking a nurturing side that he liked to keep so hidden Nadir doubted it even existed. This time however, he decided to venture out and contact a breeder who recently had a new litter of orange shorthairs not far outside the city. On the first day home, after a positive experience with one of the kittens, Nadir was greeted by a hungry Erik asking for an early dinner. What he believed to be a black bag of toys or goodies for him—not that he played with the ones he already had—Erik sniffed the carrier in Nadir’s hands but instead of a fishy or poultry laden aroma, he was met with a foul stench of an outsider. An intruder. In his home!

“Erik, I have a surprise for you…” but instead of excitement, the midnight male gave Nadir a look that said, ‘take it back’. He sat before Nadir as the human unzipped the bag, hitting his tail angrily on the floor. After a second of the carrier’s top flap being opened, an adorable ball of fluff poked his head out. “Erik, meet Raoul.” As a response the older cat merely jumped up to his perch on his favorite cat tree, whipping his tail while staring daggers into the youngster.

Raoul, born the youngest of four siblings, had an adventurous spirit coupled with a nervous nature. Their first meeting would outline the course of their relationship. Young Raoul would try and befriend the mature Erik, by cuddling up or playfully swatting at his tail, only to be met with a hiss or a slap to the face. Although credit where credit is due, Erik never once clawed at or seriously tried to shed blood, but his great dislike was evident. But just when he thought he would have to rehouse Raoul to a more safe home, the streets of Paris sent him an answer.

Call it fate, all though Reza told his father it was the “cat distribution system”, whatever that is, and along came Christine. He was walking back home after making a stop at the butcher's shop for some fresh cuts of beef for him, and slices of salami for the boys. All of a sudden a crowd caught his attention and his police instincts leapt into action, clearing the people gathered around a car. There had been an unfortunate accident involving an adult cat and an innocent driver who didn’t see the animal run across the street. What made the situation worse was the small ball of brown fur that was frantically meowing for someone to help him. After a downtrodden visit to the vet, the kitten's father passed away from his injuries. Feeling he owed this small being, he adopted the orphan that day, feeding her bits of salami to gain her trust.

By now, Raoul had grown into a lovable oaf of a teenager, his face especially keeping some of his kitten charm which only added to his pretty boy appearance even more. When Nadir first walked through the door, both boys were immediately transfixed to the small cinnamon ball in his arms. “Boys, meet Christine.” Ever since that first day, the chemistry of the house, solidifying Nadir’s belief that sometimes all a problem needs is a woman’s touch.

Each male had their own relationship with Chrissy, an affectionate nickname she garnered, effectively stealing the hearts of all three men. With Nadir, it was easy; all she had to do was cuddle up on his chest, start making biscuits, and he was a goner. He bought her toys, treats, even a collar the same color blue as her eyes. With Raoul, she was a very nice playmate that helped get both of them tired for bedtime, warming up to him easily due to their closeness in age; they would often cuddle and groom each other in the afternoon sun; much to Erik’s chagrin. Ever the loner, Erik strayed from the happy lovers, choosing to hide away in his beloved darkness, resigned to live what remained of his nine lives alone. That is, if it wasn’t for Christine.

Everytime the two younger felines would couple up, Nadir started to notice Chrissy actively searching for Erik, even when Raoul was happily grooming her tail. It only took a few months and the small ball of brown grew into a fluffy cinnamon haired lady, grace and elegance in every step her paws took. This certainly caught Erik’s attention, so it was no wonder when Nadir once awoke in the middle of the night to find not only Erik, but also Christine, sleeping in the moonlight. The two were happily cuddled up together, despite Erik’s bony body and scarred face, and something drew her in to him. Nadir really should have seen it coming a mile away; there were more often than not times that he found Christine watching, almost contemplating leaving her spot to join him, but seemed to be too afraid of hurting Raoul’s feelings. Then there were the times she would cautiously approach him, not in the same way Raoul would when looking for a playful fight, more like she wanted to genuinely befriend the phantom cat as if it would fulfill something her beau could not. Nadir could also not deny the way Erik’s ears would perk up anytime Chrissy would chirp at the birds, their devoured human having set up a birdhouse and feeder by the window for their entertainment. He acted as if she was singing a beautiful aria deserving of the Opera house and not the adorable trilling it was.

To say Nadir was eating up this little love triangle would be an understatement. Any time he saw Raoul and Christine together, grooming or watching birds together, he would look over to Erik in his lair of darkness and not so slyly make a comment or two. “You’re really going to let that fop take your girl, Erik?”

Likewise, he would whisper not so nice things to Raoul when the poor love struck boy found himself without his significant other; the boy still hasn’t figured out where they hide off to, doubtful he ever will. “Raoul, your lover has been catnapped by the Phantom, and you’re just going to let her go?”

At one point he tried to de-escalate the situation by bringing in a second female, Carlotta. She was a very beautiful girl, older than Raoul and Chrissy yet younger than Erik, with a very diva-like attitude. She was a very picky eater, much like Raoul who only ate the most expensive food, but after days of eating the same food fine she would one day scrunch her nose up at it like it was the most foul thing in the world. This wasn’t so much of an issue for Nadir, but he crossed the line at her bullying of Christine. Too often he would come home to find the feisty lilac point Birman lounging in Chrissy’s usual spot, only for her to be hiding on a far off pillow. This, added to the many literal cat fights Carlotta had instigated, Nadir decided that she would have to go. Luckily his neighbor, an Italian fellow named Piangi, agreed to take her off his hands and provide her the divalicious life that she wants; every now and again he would hear from her about Carlotta and all the ways Piangi has spoiled her rotten.

So, his flat would only house one female, that was perfectly alright.

As Nadir continued his trip home he started to ponder about his three wards, playing a little game of which toy will Chrissy cuddle up with tonight; her grasshopper or her scorpion? When all of a sudden, he felt the sensation that he was being watched, something that living with three cats will acustom a person. Turning his head to the left he saw a small Siamese cat, no more than a few weeks old, sitting perfectly content on a park bench. Her tail was light and airy, a sign that she was not afraid of him nor intended harm, so Nadir approached slowly, testing the waters by reaching a hand out. The cat sniffed his hand then happily rubbed her face against his knuckles, aching for a good scratch. “Where are your owners, little one?” There was no collar around her neck, and Nadir was familiar with how cold these nights could get, often leading to a light snowfall. Waging a small war in his head, one he knew was fruitless to fight, Nadir shifted the kitty litter to one side and offered the inside of his coat as a warm haven for the creature. Easily trusting the man, she hopped in with no hesitation, leading Nadir to wonder if she had an owner and was microchipped.

He mentally made plans to bring her to the vets office tomorrow, along with already coming up with a new name in case she wasn’t. With such a friendly demeanor, he felt that all three of his existing pets will get along with her, should he need to add another bowl to the mix.

“Mmm, what about, Aisha? Hmm?”

“Mrew”

Okay,

Maybe he was a crazy cat man.

[kibouhero]

"Wait... so you're not supposed to work on the holidays?" This was news to Izuku.

[alexiethymia]

Sato's charm and power is so great that not even 'would be asexual maybe if not for Ran so basically Ran-sexual' Shinichi is immune.