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[untalentedace]

chronic illness be like

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[choccy-sippy]

Sculpted cat Leon and lil Moushley

[jungkookstatts]

All Over Again

[Summary]: Paternity leave has its effects on Jungkook. After his first day back at work, he can't help but show you how much he doesn't want to go back.

[Theme]: Dad!Jk, CEO!Jk, Married Couple AU, Parent's AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes. Marking, kissing, nipple play, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up y'all), dom!JK, mentions of another pregnancy, talks of pregnancy and getting pregnant, etc.

[Word Count]: 4,274

[A/N]: This is a pure result of the urge my body suddenly gets to want a child right before my period smh. Anyway, felt cute, might delete later once I am sane.

It’s been a long ass day. Jungkook’s white button-up feels stapled to his skin, his pants folding uncomfortably with every step he makes as he exits his office. A long finger comes up to his neck, digging underneath his striped tie, wiggling it a little to loosen the chokehold it has around his neck. His other hand feels bound to his briefcase, which carries so much importance in his life but yet so much burden at the same time.

It’s his first day back at work after his baby boy was born. The briefcase he holds reminds him of the duty he has to his family — of his passion and his support for you and your baby. But it also reminds him of the time it has ripped away from spending with you. He clutches it with so much strength at the thought of you, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and pressing the unlock button so hard, that he thinks he almost might just break it.

With a deep breath, he takes off his tie and tosses it in the passenger seat along with his briefcase. He’s ready to go home. That picture of you, him, and your son that you insisted on framing and Jungkook bringing to work has been a constant reminder of what he has to look forward to at the end of the day. If only his paternity leave could have been longer. You and his son are all he’s been able to think about. How you were doing, if you needed his help, if Jaemun was being feisty, how the cute crinkle on his nose resembles yours to a T.

It’s late January, and the winter air is unforgiving. He wonders if you have the heat on high enough; if Jaemun had enough blankets, or if the tip of your nose was cold like how it always is in the winter months. He can imagine you holding him close, swaddling him as you sing to him delicately. The thought makes his whole body warm, even though the air is so cold that it feels like glass is cutting against his skin.

He’s convinced he will take more time off. He’s the CEO, after all. He could take months off and it not matter. He wants to be with you always — at all times of the day to hold you and be there for you like he should be. If only the world had been that easy to where passions didn’t have a price. He got lucky, his passion having a heavy penny attached to it. But he wonders where that passion took something more valuable away from him — time. He finds himself now strapped between the choice of time and passion, and he fights the fact that he cannot choose both.

The door to your home is welcoming to his eyes as he pulls up to it. It’s not big by any means. Just homey and enough for the three of you. Even with the snow covering almost every inch of it, the reminder of how warm it is on the inside makes his drive to enter it even greater. He does so with a shiver, coming up to your shared home with a stomp of his boots to shake off the snow just before he enters.

To his surprise, he’s met with hushed music coming from the kitchen as he puts his winter coat on the hook, places his briefcase on the wooden floor, and shimmies out of his shoes. He looks at his watch first, making sure it’s not Jaemun’s nap time, to which he finds out it is. The soft music makes sense now, and he smiles when he makes his way down the hallway to the source of the noise.

The rest of the house is dark except for the kitchen-living room area that you and your baby rest in. Jaemun is peacefully sleeping in his bassinet by the couch, cuddling his dinosaur blanket, while you are by the stove, stirring something.

You look over your shoulder at the sound of familiar footsteps, and your heart immediately softens at the sight of your husband in the doorframe. He smiles back tiredly, running his hand through his hair in an exhausted attempt to pull himself together before he makes his way over to you. He looks relieved, like he’s finally received what he’s wanted all day. You’re happy to see him, knowing all too well that that’s what you’ve been waiting for all day, too.

Big, warm hands slide around your waist, a heavy chin rests on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek softly. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your presence as he releases the tension from work off his shoulders. You tend to have an instant effect on him — he missed you so much.

“You’re stirring water?” he laughs as he stares at the pot of water on the stove, unboiled, as you stir it as if it is.

“I’m trying to get it to boil quicker,” you explain with a defeated sigh. “Doesn’t seem to be working. I feel like I’ve been standing here for 20 minutes.”

He hums from behind you, taking your stirring hand and stopping your motions. You’ve never been a big cooker, but he knows you’ve been trying lately. “Just let it be, love. It’ll get there.”

You do as he says, putting the ladle down on the countertop and turning around in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring at the tall man who holds you close against him. You’re met with a tired Jungkook who rests his forehead against yours as you play with the hairs at the back of his head.

“How was work?” you ask gently.

He groans, wrapping his hands around your waist and holding you tighter against him. It causes you to rest your cheek on his shoulder, hugging him in full.

“That bad?” you chuckle.

Your husband just sighs against your neck. “It’s too early to go back, Y/n,” he candors.

You tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of his face behind his ear. “We’re ok, Kook,” you comfort. But he only shakes his head, making the tucked strand fall out of its place again.

“I’m not,” he says. “I want to be here with you. Spend time with Jaemun before he’s suddenly 25.”

You chuckle at that. It does feel like that sometimes. It’s been three months since your son was born, but it feels like it was just yesterday that you were holding him for the first time.

You can only hold his cheek in response, running your thumb slowly against his soft skin. You feel for him, you really do. He’s such a good father. It makes your heartstrings tug and twist and pull every time you see him with your little boy. It’s only a matter of time before you have to go back to work as well. The thought makes your stomach turn, and you can completely sympathize with your husband dreading going back to work and leaving you and Jaemun.

“Your water is boiling,” he breaks you out of your daze.

“Oh,” you turn around. You smile, knowing he was right before. “I’m making pasta if that sounds ok?”

Jungkook kisses your neck in response, a gentle thing that has your tummy flipping for a second.

“You could also probably wake up our son,” you check the time on the microwave. “He’s been a little sleepy today, so I let his nap go for a little longer than usual.”

You add the pasta in and turn the water down, moving over to the greens left on the cutting board. You start chopping until your husband’s lips move lower.

“Our son,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone. The statement makes him jittery. It feels unreal still, even after nine months of waiting, and another three of actually having your little family here with him. You’re his wife, the mother of his kid, and he loves you more than anything in the world. You gave him something he can never find an equivalent to giving back to you. You gave him your heart and a family, and there’s nothing that can replace or overcome what that means to him. His soul lives for yours; it’s overwhelming what you’ve done for him. It’s overwhelming how you make him feel.

He kisses your collarbone softly once again, his heart full. You tilt your head to the side for more, and he gives it to you, kissing up your neck with slow wet kisses.

“Kook,” you exhale gently. You feel him hum against the skin just under your ear. Large palms cup your waist, his body moving closer to yours, trapping your hips against the countertop. Your knife feels loose in your hand when he bites at your skin gently, his tongue brushing over the bite mark afterward.

He stirs something within you. Something that you’ve missed terribly for the past few months. It makes your thighs tremble as he gently caresses your skin under his fingertips.

“The baby—“ you begin, but Jungkook’s motions cut you off yet again when his fingers slowly slide down your front. He’s unsure, his hand hesitating over your skin as his breath stops momentarily in thought.

“Is this okay?” He asks you genuinely. You nearly fall to your knees, dropping your knife onto the board, when his fingers put pressure over your clothed mound. It’s subtle, and much more gentle than what you’re used to with him. You know he’s being cautious, but god did you miss him. “If it’s too much, I’ll pull away.”

You shake your head.

It’s been a long time since the two of you have gotten intimate. Childbirth wasn’t easy, and your doctor just recently gave you two the “ok” for sex. The first time you tried since then wasn’t like what you’re used to with your husband. It was slow and painful, ending with a lot of apologies, embarrassment, and frustration. It’s safe to say that you have to get used to sex all over again.

“No,” you lean against him. “J-Just be gentle. I’m still a little sore.”

“Ok,” he whispers against your neck, kissing it softly. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

You nod, loosening your nervous shoulders as your husband takes control. He stops swiftly for a second, turning the stove on the lowest setting before looking over his shoulder at his son to ensure he’s still fast asleep. Once he sees that he is, he immediately returns to you.

“So good for me,” he says, slowly circling your clit over your sweats. His other hand squeezes your waist before it moves up, sliding under your shirt and trickling over your breast. You’re wearing a soft bra today—one without an underwire—which makes it easier for him to slide his fingers under.

You whimper when he softly massages your boob, his fingers playing with your nipples gently. Your body, especially your breasts, has become 10x more sensitive since birth. You can feel everything, and everything either hurts or feels really really good. Whenever your husband seems to hold them, you’re a whimpering mess, melting like putty in his arms as he plays with you.

“Sensitive,” Jungkook smiles. His fingers rub harder against you, and you subtly buck your hips against him. His lips graze against your skin, his hair tickling your collarbone as he assaults your neck over and over again. 

“You’re so cute when you’re pregnant,” he rasps against your cheek before planting a sweet kiss upon it. “Wanna see you like that all the time. So full of me — carrying our babies.”

“Jungkook, I—” you whine, grasping onto his wrist. You’re unsure what to do with yourself, wanting him to do so much to you, but not knowing where to start.

The man behind you takes his hand away from your mound, and he chuckles when you whine in protest. But his thumbs hook on your pants and underwear, slowly pulling them down.

“Relax, baby,” he asks again. “I told you, I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides around your waist again, smoothing over your skin until it’s sliding between your folds. The back of your hand comes up to your mouth as your other grips the countertop for support as he plays with you.

“So wet,” he moans, feeling the effect he’s had on you with his fingers. “This all for me? I’ve barely touched you yet.”

You nod, feeling completely at the mercy of the man behind you. His other hand plays with your nipple again, and you feel another wave of euphoria go straight to your pussy.

His fingers gather your slick generously, smoothing it over your clit before circling it gently. He plays infinities over it, making your knees go weak. It’s getting harder to stay quiet, especially when he pinches your nipple gently, making you gasp at the soreness and pleasure it causes.

“K-Kook,” you whine, but he only chuckles, quickening his motions on your clit as he presses further into you. You can feel his dick strained against his work pants, and the thought of him inside you again makes you feel so needy for him. “Want you,” you pant. “Please.”

“Patience,” he shushes you, kissing your neck surely. “I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

“Wanna cum with you,” you whine in protest.

“You will,” he promises.

You gasp as he switches his finger, his thumb trading places with his middle. It circles over you just the same, except this time, it’s joined by his middle finger slowly inserting itself between your folds.

“Oh,” you exhale, feeling weak when he pumps it in and out of you slowly.

He lets himself test your reactions, seeing if the insertion is too much — if it hurts or feels uncomfortable. It doesn’t seem to be, and he slowly lets his ring finger join with his middle, causing you to roll your eyes back slightly.

“So good for me, baby,” he encourages. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” you reply almost immediately.

He kisses your neck. His lips leave hot, wet marks all over your skin as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. His other hand quickly comes to your waist, stabilizing you as you whimper against the back of your hand, trying your best to keep quiet.

He circles his thumb faster, his fingers circling and brushing against your g-spot in tandem with his movements. You feel your orgasm looming over you, and with a certain pressure against your clit, you’re coming undone just as he said you would all over his fingers.

“There you are,” he coaxes you. You’re a whimpering mess, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight of you falling apart on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, his fingers very gently brushing over your clit as you come down.

Once you're calmed down, you reach around you, playing with his belt loop as you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. He looks back down, hesitating again knowing what you want but unsure if it’s too much for you to handle yet.

“What,” he smiles teasingly with a kiss to your forehead.

“I want you,” you candor, looking at up him with pleading eyes.

He kisses your nose. “Are you sure? You said it hurt last time.”

You nod. “Please, Koo,” you beg him.

His chest rises, and he takes a deep breath before he nods, kissing you gently as he unbuckles his belt. He places it on the counter before unzipping himself and pulling his pants down. It springs up, pressing itself against your skin gently. But he takes himself in his hands, hesitantly letting it slide down over your folds. 

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” He says, lining himself up to you with a few strokes of his cock. God, was he nervous. The last time sex hurt really bad for you, and that was just a week ago. He wonders if the prep was enough; he hopes it was, he really doesn’t want to hurt you again.

You nod, holding onto the countertop again as his tip rubs against your entrance. Your coat his cock in such slickness, even you’re surprised at how much you leak onto him. You miss your husband. You need this bad, and so does he.

“Oh, and try to stay quiet, yeah?” He says with a push of his hips. The motion has him covering your mouth with his hand, shielding your moans quickly. “The baby is still sleeping.”

His dick slips past your folds so smoothly, it has you gasping for breath at how good it feels. It’s nothing like the last time. He’s gentler, but still so so big, he fills you up just right.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your neck once he sheathes himself fully inside of you. The man behind you stills, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of you. He, too feels like he’s had to relearn sex all over again. How to please you right now that your body has changed, how to make sure that you are comfortable with his pace and size. You two haven’t had sex like this in so long, he feels overwhelmed when you feel almost too good for him to control. A part of him is embarrassed by how quickly he thinks he’s going to last. 

“How are you still so tight, hm?” he asks with a firm grip on your hip. “Y-You okay?”

You can only nod, pushing your hips down against him. The motion forces him further into you, to which both of you grunt at the feeling.

Testingly, Jungkook pulls out slowly, before pushing back into you a little quicker than before. You coat him generously, creating a motion that makes it easy for him to repeat. 

He develops a pace, fucking you against the kitchen countertop with your juices leaking all over his cock and down your thighs. The stove is on and your baby still sleeps; there are uncut vegetables in front of you and your husband still wears his work shirt. But he fucks you as if none of that matters. As if his only priority is to make sure you feel good, to let yourself go as he fuck you deep and just how you like it. 

His hand comes off from your mouth and settles on your hip. His other hand wraps around your front, holding you impossibly close against his body.

You moan softly when he bends you over slightly against the countertop, the new angle making it hard for you to stay quiet. But you push your hips against him anyway, telling him without words to go deeper.

The action causes him to moan, following your request with a snap of his hips.

“You like it that much, hm?” He grunts, cock ramming into you. “Like it when I knock you up good?”

“Y-Yes!” You whisper. “I love it so much, Koo.”

“Y-yeah?” He leans over you. A tattooed hand cups over yours, palm embracing the back of your hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “Gonna let me do it again?”

“Mmhm,” you squeeze his fingers. “As many times as y-you want.”

“A-Ah,” he pants, mind going into a frenzy over your words. The fact that he is yours, that you are his. That only he can hear you say that. That only he can make you feel this good. That only he has the privilege of calling you his wife. It makes his heart warm and his cock twitch. 

“God, I’m going to ruin you if you say things like that, Y/n,” he warns. But you are relentless, leaning your head back on his shoulder, giving yourself to him further. 

“W-Want you to,” you whimper. “I love you.” 

Your legs shake, completely weak from your past orgasm and your new one forming at the pit of your stomach. His cock makes you feel so full, like you’re stretched to the max capacity as he fucks you good. You know he’s close when his dick twitches inside of you after your words, which only encourages you to gain some strength and begin fucking yourself back on his cock.

“Mm, fuck,” he grips your hips tightly. “M’ gonna cum.”

He quickly reaches around you again, drawing infinities over your clit with his middle finger. His eyes roll back as your cunt naturally tightens at the feeling. Your hips jolt and the knots in your tummy slowly start to unravel themselves onto his dick as you come undone. Just as he had promised, with a final twitch, he’s cumming inside of you with hot, thick ropes filling you up with whispered exhales of your name on his lips.

He lets the two of you catch your breath, his forehead resting on your shoulder before he’s pulling out, shared cum leaking down your thighs and onto the floor. Quickly, he grabs a paper towel from the roll next to the stove and cleans you up a little.

With gentle hands, he helps you back into your sweats before he helps himself into his boxers. He still lingers behind you when he reaches a hand around you and turns the stove on a higher setting once again. 

You turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck as you pull him in for a much-needed kiss. “I love you,” you whisper against him again. His hair falls onto your skin, dark locks intertangling with yours as his fingers come up to hold your face against his. Soft lips sear over yours, telling you things that simply cannot be put into words. 

“I love you, too,” he brushes his nose against yours. “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

You pause, looking up at his dilated pupils. He looks at you like you're his world; like he's given you his heart with the full intent of never receiving it back from you. You nod, kissing him softly again. 

“You should probably wake up your son now,” you poke his cheek.

Looking at the time on the microwave, he snaps out of his daze. “Oh fuck,” he says as his fingers leave your side. You watch him leave you with a chuckle, turning back to your pasta wondering how in the world you go so lucky to marry and mother a kid to this man. You’d truly give him anything he wanted. 

***

[Bonus]

With gentle hands, so big against his baby’s frame, he picks Jaemun up in his arms, holding him against his chest. His dinosaur blanket swaddles him softly, and Jungkook does his best to make sure he’s correctly supported and held despite the extra fabric over his small frame. 

Jaemun stirs, and Jungkook places a soft kiss on his tiny head before he gets the chance to freak out and cry. The baby seems to know exactly who is holding him, and he nearly falls back asleep at the familiarity of his father’s arms. But Jungkook bounces him against his chest softly, slowly waking him up for dinnertime.

He makes his way over to you, making unnecessary airplane noises, from what you assume is Jungkook pretending to be an airplane and his son the passenger.

“You know, babies can’t laugh until they’re about 4 months,” you shake your head with a laugh.

“False,” your husband comes behind you again. “I swear he’s laughed before.”

You chuckle, taking the pan off the stove and pouring the insides into a strainer. Just the noodles are left in the strainer now, and you realize that you haven’t thought past the part of boiling the noodles. You ignore that you have no idea what kind of pasta you’re making when Jungkook rests himself against the kitchen island. 

Jaemun catches sight of you, and his arm reaches for you in Jungkook’s hold. You come over, giving him a kiss on the forehead before kissing your husband.

“Were you serious?” your husband asks you suddenly. 

“About?” you raise your eyebrow. 

“You know,” he gulps, holding Jaemun a little tighter. He rests against Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes tempting to fall back asleep again. “More kids.” 

You raise both your eyebrows again, looking at him as if he was serious. His heart beats faster when he realizes what you’re thinking, quickly rephrasing himself. 

“N-Not now, of course,” he gulps. 

You turn around, opening the fridge for some milk for Jaemun as you listen to him. You take out a pot, take the cased breast milk from earlier, and pour it in, turning on the stove afterward. 

“I just mean, like, in the future,” he explains.

There’s a long pause as you wait for the pot to heat up enough. The man behind you is weak, and you don’t know if you want to be mean and give him the blunt answer, or soften the blow. Watching how he cradles your son makes you want to go with the first choice. 

“Don’t you worry Jeon,” you start, as you stir the contents in the pot. You can hear him gulp behind you. “I planned on giving you as many babies as you want. But at least wait until Jaemun is in pre-school or something. I don’t think I can handle two infants at once.” 

You hear little from him at your answer, leaving you smirking knowing full well that you put the man behind you in a frenzy imagining the future you just laid out for him.

***

[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

[veilsofroses]

Hello, nice to see another blog writing for Bleach! Welcome 🤗

I hope you don’t mind me making a small request. Headcanons for Byakuya, Kisuke, Jushiro and Ichigo (all with gn!reader) for when they take care of you after you return from a mission injured (nothing major)? Just some soft and fluffy, content. Thank you! And hope you have fun writing!

— @satsugacafe 💜

Tending to your wounds

Byakuya Kuchiki, Kisuke Urahara, Jushiro Ukitake, Ichigo Kurosaki x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of open wounds and blood, just fluff <3 author’s note: that is so sweet thank you sm 🥹 also my phone kept wanting to autocorrect jushiro to juanito

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Byakuya Kuchiki

Despite his icy exterior, he is constantly worrying about you

When you return from your mission, you’d try your best to hide your injury from him but he’d see through you like you’re made of glass

He’d notice immediately the subtle winces and how you avoid touching your side

He would eventually corner you to confront you. A simple, “you’re injured,” and you’d have no choice but to reveal the small but painful cut you sustained on your side

He would insist on taking care of it himself, no need for any of the healers. “Sit.” There is no room for discussion in his voice so you oblige

His face would remain in its usual unreadable expression as he’d bandage your wound but his touch is noticeably soft, making sure to make it as painless as possible

Once you’re all bandaged up, his touch would linger on your waist for a few moments, as if he’s grounding himself by feeling your skin. Possibilities of how it could’ve gone much worse run through his mind

“Do not let this happen again.” It’s an order, yes, but under his reprimand is a plea to never put yourself in danger again for his own sake

He wouldn’t be able to bear losing his love again

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Kisuke Urahara

He would excitedly greet you in your return, planting kisses on your face and casually noting the blood that seeped through your sleeve

Wait… blood??

Once he realized, he’d spring into action grabbing all the necessary items before you could even say a word

To anyone else, he’d look like he’s casually following routine, but he’ll be making note to use the best medicine he has saved just for you. He wouldn’t want you feeling another ounce of pain

He’d try to hide his panic with jokes. “I don't want to imagine what the other guy must look like.” He might even get a little touchy as he’s bandaging you up, the pervert he is

Unfortunately, he’s an open book to you. It’s all a facade to distract himself from the fact that you’re actually hurt

You’d stop him before he can make another bad joke, “Relax, Kisuke.”

He’d look at you bewildered for a moment before looking down, shaking his head, chuckling

Besides Yoruichi, you were the only other person who could read him so well and that still amazed him

The best medicine he did use because you felt better than ever after he patched you up

He’d pat your head. “Why, of course. You’re being treated by the best there is,” acting like he wasn’t about to throw up smh

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Jushiro Ukitake

The entire time you’re gone, he’d drown himself in paperwork otherwise he would have carved a hole in the floor from his nervous pacing

Seeing you finally walk through the door would earn him the biggest sigh of relief

That is until he noticed you limping. Anyone else would have missed it

He’d waste no time in questioning you about it. You’d try to brush him off, of course, nagging him about him giving you an interrogation rather than a warm welcome

But he’d have none of it. You’d sigh in defeat and lift your pant leg, revealing a small laceration on your calf with a half-assed bandage

He would immediately start scolding you, telling you that you shouldn’t have taken an enemy on by yourself

Then start the questions. “How did this happen? Why didn’t you call for backup? How long ago?“

He’d snap out of it when you falter trying to take another step and he rushes to catch you before you fall

He’d follow up with an apology, holding you tight and reassuring you he’s just glad you’re back home safely

Helping you walk, he’d bring you to the healers and stay by your side the whole time, making sure they heal you until you’re good as new

And even then, he’d be watching you carefully. You’re still recovering from a hefty mission, after all

So that’s his excuse to spoil you for the next few days with your favorite treats, massages, and anything else you request

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Ichigo Kurosaki

The second he’d lay eyes on you after you return from your mission, he’d be at your side, frantically scanning you over. “Are you hurt?” are the first words out of his mouth

He’d ask that about a thousand times

You’d try to reassure him that you’re fine but unlike Kisuke who would at least try to hide his freak out, Ichigo would simply freak tf out at the sight of blood on your arm

He’s unsure of what to do at first, the sight of you injured scrambles his brain

Eventually, you’d calm him down enough that he’d finally lock in and realize you need to be treated

He’d use the limited knowledge he’s gotten from his dad in the clinic and bandage you up to the best of his abilities, nervous about possibly hurting you further

After you’re set, he’d go silent, holding your hand, and you’d immediately know he’s blaming himself. “I should’ve been there to protect you.”

You’d pull him in and he’d hold you, gently as to not hurt you but firmly. If it was up to him, he’d never let you go again

You’d tell him you’re capable of taking care of yourself and he knows that, but he can’t help his protective instinct over you and would vow to never let harm come to you again

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tag: @satsugacafe

[perreqult]

I CAN SEE YOU CLAYTON KELLER

summary: you wish you could say clayton’s attempt to seduce you failed. especially when your dad was team USA’s general manager that talked to clayton almost daily during the tournament.

takes place at the 2017 wjc

word count: 1.2k

contains: p in v (protected — take advice from clayton and reader in that regard !!!), secret hookups, clayton NOT keeping his head in the game smh, swearing, think that’s it.

notes: good news; condoms are finally a thing in a perrequltverse fic.

very short— sorry.

ignore how this came out before the james hagens fic i teased

“We really shouldn’t be doing this” A voice mutters behind you, matching with a silenced door click, shutting behind you. He was right.

You really shouldn’t have been doing this. You don’t even remember what lead to this— you and Clayton ending up in a dusty broom closet that could barely fit the two of you.

I mean you and Clayton had known eachother since the roster had been announced. You’d always thought he was cute but did you really think you’d end up with his lips trailing down your neck— deliberately defying your father’s requests? You’d like to say no.

The one thing you can remember right now is your father’s words.

“Look, these boys are good kids but I don’t want them going anywhere near you. They don’t… They’re immature and I’d like to not have to deal with heartbreak between my daughter and a team member.”

You’d thought you were going to listen. Well, the thing is you didn’t. You really wanted to. Wanted to refrain yourself from doing anything with those boys.

Especially the boy who just so happened to be your age, who just so happened to be hot, who just so happened to flirt with you after spotting you in a slim fitting dress back at the hotel, who just so happened to find his way in your pants.

You shake your fathers words out your head. You didn’t really care about that now.

“Uh… I have a condom in my wallet.” He says, pushing the stray hairs that wandered in front of his face back into his head of hair.

“Wow. Classy.” You joke to him, leaning your head against the wall, ready to pull your dress zipper down.

“Just take off your dress already.” He tells you, starting to undo his dress shirt from earlier. You let out a chuckle and a sly charismatic grin spreads across his face.

You snake your hand around your body slip your dress zipper on your back down towards the start.

You can see him reaching to fish a condom out of the compartment of his wallet before yanking it out and ripping it open.

When your dress finally slips down your hips and falls to the floor, leaving you in just your underwear and bra he just smirks.

“Get those pants off and we’ll both be smiling that wide.” You tell him.

He obliges, kicking his pants off his legs, leaving him in only his boxers.

His eyes travel up and down your body, focusing on your curves and accents of your figure.

He shifts his boxers down his legs, stepping out of them and revealing his cock—rock hard, tip red and leaking with proof of arousal. You follow suit, leading your panties and now unclamped bra to the dusty ground carelessly.

He fiddles with the condom packet from earlier, yanking the rubber out of the foil pouch and slips it over his length.

He takes a short stride towards you, stepping you back up against the wall, locking eyes with you.

You stare up into his bright eyes as he grasps your hips, tracing along your pelvis.

You lean forward, interlocking lips with him hungrily, almost animalisticly.

You really weren’t thinking about your dad’s words now as Clayton lifts up your leg a bit, allowing for easier access.

He hesitates for a moment and you’re almost about to yell at Clayton to hurry up and fuck you, leaving your slick, glassy folds untouched, but he finally releases that thought when he lines up his dick to your entrance.

You both release a low groan at the motion, head tilting back a bit in response. That’s when you feel the head of Clayton’s cock start to push up into your moist opening. Your head fully pushes back into the wall as you wail out, Clayton sucking in a breath at the tight feeling.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He says through a smirk . You’re contemplating telling him to shut the hell up, to just fuck you already but his next thrust knocks the breath out of your lungs. He cuts off your next moan by pressing your lips together.

He whispers through your kiss in a raspy, sultry voice, “You’re gonna get me in so much trouble.”

You were. God, if your dad knew you’d be up against the wall with a boy he specifically didn’t want you around—you’d be fucked. Now you’re getting anxious. Did Clayton lock the door? Too late now.

He grips tighter on your lifted thigh, grip digging into your flesh during his next thrust, forcing his way through your walls, digging balls deep into you.

“Fuuuuuck.” You drag out, clenching around his length.

He starts out in a fast, steady pace, rutting in and out of you, letting at loud, low, groans with every drag through your hole.

He dips his head into your jaw, digging his teeth leaving shallow marks, suckling across the expanse of your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on, actions drawing moans out of your mouth.

He it’s the spot deep inside you that makes you almost spasm and jitter all over the place, drawing a loud cry out of you— something Clayton almost laughs at.

“So loud f’me.” He tells you, only proving his point when he continues to slam into that same spot, making you wail, sound reverberating along the walls with the smacks of Clayton slamming into your pelvis.

You’re lost in pleasure, time flying by so fast, barely even thinking, only hearing the audible noises of your sex.

God, you’re getting close. His thrusts grow almost violent with how fast paced and needy they are.

Your lips and every other inch of your body are quivering. It’s one of the most pleasurable thing you’ve ever felt. The one thing you can think is ‘Oh my God.’

Your orgasm draws near, each thrust threatening to teeter you over the edge. What does it is a deep slam as he pushes his younger through your lips, exploring your mouth.

Your orgasm crashes against you like a harsh wave through a storm, lips pulsing around his member, throbbing.

He works you through your high, thrusting sporadically as his release creeps closer.

The clench of your hole sends him over the edge, filling the rubber condom up with his warm seed.

“‘Think I’m in love with this pussy.” He tells you, pulling out of your heat, settling your leg back on the ground— still supporting you because he’s not even sure if you can walk with how fucked out you look—and gazing at your release dripping down your thighs.

You manage to say something even in your fucked out state, “I’m sorta glad I convinced my dad to let me travel with the team.” He smirks.

“Keep this a secret. ‘Think your dad would ruin my career if he found out I fucked his ‘off limits’ daughter.” He says, getting his clothes back on and discarding the condom into some small trash bin that’s on a shelf for some reason.

“I won’t ever tell, Clay.” He winks, finally getting fully dressed and ready to step back out of the closet you just fornicated in and probably made smell like sex for days.

Oh God. You’re gonna have to see Clayton throughout the tourney. This is gonna happen again isn’t it.

[suiteheart-hotel]

✎ breastfeeding m! Kylar like he deserves ♡

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2.5k words (wow im a horny bastard), informal writing, m! Kylar with cock, unprotected p in v sex, unrealistic sex, Kylar is a very submissive and pathetic (/affectionate) top, lactating pc from cow transformation, BIG GIANT TATAS and AFAB anatomy terms. u got coochie n it'll b called cunt and pussy but Kylar doesn't call u by either feminine terms or masculine terms so it's,,, gender-neutral reader-ish??

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WHY BOTHER HAVING A BREAST MILK MECHANIC IF U CANT GIVE IT TO ANY OF THE LOVE INTERESTS... SMH VREL GET ON IT /LH also dis is a shoutout to da fellow transmascs like me that don't mind hvin big tatas 2 feed kylar <33 my first full fic i tink!! enjoy!!!

♡ ┆ u 2 are on a date at the park as usual. when u casually suggest it, his brain just stops working. his mouth hangs open and u have to shake him to snap him out of it. 

"uhh, haha, sorry, darling... c-could you repeat that?"

with a smirk, you do. you lean in and suggest going somewhere private so he could enjoy your milk directly from the source. all the blood in his cheeks rush to his cock almost immediately. he is so down bad for u, he's fucking floored u even suggested it.

♡ ┆ he gets more cocky, confident, and possessive during sex, but at this point, he's only squeezed your chest so far, not sure how he could even begin to explain himself. he’s seen u lactate when u cum, he just didnt know if it was overstepping a boundary to just dive in. its early into the relationship so he doesnt know if youre comfortable with that part of your bovine biology. hes a perv but hes also a polite boy!!  well... most of the time ♡ he couldnt just walk up to u and say i want ur milk babe, you deserve better than that, he just didnt know how to ask... so ofc he's over the moon you're the one who brought it up

♡ ┆ absolutely solidifies in his mind that you're an angel sent from heaven to protect him and love him

♡ ┆ he's a stinky little anime nerd /pos. pre-relationship, after you saved him from bullies, he draws u and ur cute fluffy cow ears and massive anime-like tits in all sorts of erotic ways. does all the hentai tropes. fists his needy, leaky cock at night to the drawings he's made of u. when you start dating, it was like he was walking on cloud 9 when you wanted to recreate some of his erotic drawings (bc ofc u pushed to see his sketchbook when he mentioned it was full of only u lol)

♡ ┆ cant go to the manor, kylar isnt comfy w that yet. cant be in pc’s bedroom, kylar doesnt even want a single chance of someone who knows you and lives with you to see u giving him milk, it's his and only his in sight, sound,,, and ofc taste. hed get jealous if other orphans u live with saw yall doing it, bc if they see he thinks theyre never gonna forget the sight..... which could lead 2 all sorts of trouble since they live with u and he doesnt. he wants it to only be his even in memory. PATHETIC /POS so yalls only option is a cheap-ass love hotel. maybe someday youll fuck somewhere nicer but this’ll have to do… not to mention kylar is thrumming w/ excitement. he’s fucking trembling at the mere thought of getting to taste your sweet milk, directly from your heavy chest which was always tempting him… PATHETIC /POS (1)

♡ ┆ at first, kylar cant get his bearings. he sits next to u on the bed, hands politely on his lap while his cock strains against his pants. hes strangely silent until u snap him out of it with a kiss on the cheek. “ah… d-darling, you don’t know how much this means to me.” he says in a shaky voice. you chuckle and slowly begin to lift your shirt, making sure to give him a show. the way your heavy tits laden with the milk he craves always looked like they were spilling out, your bra barely being able to hold them back never failed to do a number on kylar’s psyche. 

♡ ┆ ”c’mon, you’ve already seen me lactate. get me wet first, babe, then it’ll come out.” you tease as you unclasp your bra effortlessly and toss it to the side, your tits swaying with every movement you make. kylar is hypnotized. just a lot of spacing out in general until you two really get into it.

♡ ┆ your back is laid on the bed, and Kylar moves to get your pants and panties off. the sight never fails to make him breathless. he figures the quickest way to taste your sweet milk is to eat you out, so he does, very diligently. he dives in and devours your pussy like a man starved, he does this every time. he just can’t believe someone as perfect as you would willingly give yourself to him, and he wants to show his gratitude properly, always…

♡ ┆ this mf latches onto your cunt with an intense need and desperation. not only is he making his beloved feel good, he’s working to get your milk flowing as well… it makes him especially ravenous. licking up and sucking on your sensitive folds, using his hands to part your lips and plunge his tongue into you deeper… when you pat his fluffy, unkempt hair and moan… “fuuuuck yes, that’s it, good boy…” he goes absolutely ballistic in his brain. it goes w/o saying that he has a praise kink, loves giving and receiving it. he’s especially emboldened when he feels his head sandwiched between the softness of your thighs, he’s going delirious with need at this point, eyes all half-lidded and bleary, focused on nothing but lapping up the fluids your cunt makes. he's fucking groaning against your folds, can't get enough of your sweet taste. his cock is straining to be free right now, but your pleasure takes precedence.

♡ ┆ eventually, he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard, tongue swirling around it as he’s making you scream. “K-Kylar!!” it fills him with a sick thrill, like he’s letting all the strangers in this damn sleazy love hotel know that he’s the one making his darling cry out with pleasure. he pulls back for a moment, a string of saliva connecting between your cunt and his lips to smirk confidently at you. “that’s it, darling, let it all out.” he says, as he’s licking a broad stripe up your pussy, “let them all hear how much you love what i’m doing to you.”

♡ ┆ the moment he sees your tits drip with milk, he unlatches his mouth from your cunt with a soft pop, halting the intense suctions for now. his eyes sparkle with curiosity and hunger, seeing you laid out on the bed with your cheeks flushed, mouth hung agape from moaning so much just does something to his fucked up brain. he wastes no time capturing a nipple into his mouth and giving a hard suck, groaning when your milk hits his tastebuds. it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted…

♡ ┆ he kneads at your tit, trying to coax more and more milk out of you as your cow ears flicker atop your head. needless to say, he’s getting off on your moans, the taste of your creaminess, and the softness of your chest… he loves it. all of this, it’s only for him and him alone. he laminates your nipple with spit using his tongue, moaning as he drinks up every last drop. keeping a hand on your pussy, he gently bites down, making you yelp, yet he also felt your cunt twitch at the action… that gives him an idea for later. he shows love to your other breast, licking up all of the milk that had been dripping off to the side as his fingers rub at your pussy, the slick sounds making his head spin. his breaths are heavy and erratic as it fans over your exposed skin, adding a layer of eroticism from his desperation being conveyed this way. 

♡ ┆ finally… the moment he’d been waiting for. he releases his mouth and cups both of your heavy breasts, pressing them close together and sucking on both your nipples at the same time. wow… just like in his hentai mangas. the sensation makes you feel embarrassed, but you can’t deny how good it feels, either… as his fingers dig into your plush, large chest, he suckles, licks, and bites, doing anything to get more milk into his mouth again. some of it drips in between your chest, and it gives him a devious idea…

♡ ┆ he retreats for now, taking a finger to swipe up a drop of milk on his chin and lick it, a crazed hunger in his green eyes. he pulls down his pants and boxers… out comes his cock, blushed at the tip and leaky with pre-cum. “darling… would you be willing to hold up your chest for me, please?” he asks in a sweet voice, and you comply without question. you already knew what he was planning without him having to outright say it.

♡ ┆ he holds the sides of your breasts securely and moves up on the bed, positioning himself under your chest. you feel something hard underneath your boobs… and without further ado, Kylar thrusts his cock in. he moans so loud, breathing sooo heavily as he pistons his hips… he’s just in pure disbelief. the milk that had dripped between your chest earlier aids him in creating a slick passage between your pillowy tits. it takes him all his willpower to not immediately cum… which he inevitably fails. his cock splatters all over your chest, and a little bit gets on your face. “ah…!! i-oh no, i’m so sorry… i couldn’t help it, it just felt too good…” he pouts with a voice whinier than usual. you reassure him that it’s more than okay with a sultry smile, and you collect his cum with your fingers, licking it all up.

♡ ┆ the sight of you doing that of your own volition without him even asking to… grrr he’s going feral! and he realized you hadn’t cum once! that just won’t do. so while waiting for his cock to stiffen up again, he pulls out and lowers himself back down and thrusts a finger into your dripping entrance. he gets off on the sound of your moans, and he reaches down to take a nipple into his mouth again, the dual sensation of kylar’s suction and his finger curling inside you driving you mad. he establishes a rhythm with both actions, and it’s not long before he adds another finger into you, the squelching noises from your naughty pussy tempting him making his cock twitch back to life very quickly. as your inner walls tighten around his fingers, he searches desperately for your sweet spot while feverishly lapping up any milk from your breasts. and finally… he finds that one gummy mass inside you and just absolutely goes to town on it, making you cry out loudly. he reluctantly detached himself from your tit, and as his fingers were pressing down on your sweet spot, he held his hand firmly over your pubic mound, pressing down and quickening the pace of his fingers going in and out of you. it’s not long before you scream his name and cum on his fingers, soaking his hand in your precious nectar… not to mention your chest flowing with milk as well.

♡ ┆ he’s now hard again… and you take a moment to catch your breath. he’s too impatient this time, however, he wants to thrust into you now. you feel his cock press against your overly sensitive entrance but you manage to gently push him down onto the bed to take control of the situation. “ah ah ah. not so fast.  just came, ya horndog.” you tease lightly, while kylar groans and pouts. you reach down and press a kiss to his lips, your tongues meeting each other once again as they get entangled. you taste a hint of your own milk. kylar can feel your breasts pressing up against him, the weight making him get more needy and feverish with his kissing. his breath hitches when you start grinding your cunt onto him, tip of his cock leaking with cum onto his tummy as your pussy presses down on it. your hips buck back and forth on top of him as you take control, allowing yourself to rest while keeping kylar sated.

♡ ┆ when you’re finally ready to have sex, you teasingly bounce your cunt on the tip of his cock, and you see tears in his eyes. “pc- my love, come, on, let me in, pleasepleaseplease- ah!!” 

his babbling is interrupted by you finally giving him what he wants. as your velvety walls sink down onto him, threatening to overwhelm his senses, you press your breasts onto his face. “you know what to do.” you say with a flirtatious smirk. kylar immediately gets the memo, he’s been dying to do this since you first saved him. he latches onto your nipples and tugs down at your breasts while you start bouncing your pussy on his cock, the dual sensations driving you both mad.

♡ ┆ you’re expertly riding him as he whimpers helplessly beneath you, humping into him so hard the headboard slams into the wall from your passion. his mouth is overflowing with your milk like he wanted… his brain is just melting, much to your delight. your cow tail swishes behind you playfully as he grabs your plush hips and thrusts up into your movements, the sounds of your moans and wet slapping reverberating in the room. 

♡ ┆ the warmth and softness of your cunt makes him wanna cum again. poor boy… he was never good at lasting long. “kylar, hold yourself back right now or else i’m pulling myself off.” you tease, but he takes that to heart and whines in disappointment. “i’ll be good… i’ll be good, pc, i promise, just please dont, ah… leave me!” you smile at him. “i’m not leaving you dummy, ever.”

neuron activation time……. his eyes widen in disbelief as affection floods his heart. he grips your hips more firmly, thrusting up into you at such an animalistic pace that the poorly constructed bed almost sounds like it'll break. the plush of your ass bounces back on his lap, and it makes him grit his teeth trying to hold back. he has a fire in his eyes, as if his life’s whole purpose now was to make you cum on his cock. he bites down on a nipple like earlier and feels your cunt clench around him. he alternates between bites and hard sucks as his hips thrust desperately upward while you struggle to keep riding him. “that’s a promise, okay? dont! ever! leave! me!” he punctuates each word with a thrust deep into your womb, hell-bent on breeding you. 

♡ ┆ it’s not long before stars crowd around your eyes as you two climax together with your own loud moans, his semen flooding the depths of your warmth while your own cum coats his cock and drips down to his balls. your milk drips down your breasts again, and even though kylar is weak, he still manages to find it in himself to lick it up. as you catch your breaths, you two giggle conspiratorially, pressing your foreheads together and exchanging words of pure love and affection for one another… right before going back in for another round. you two rented out this room for an extended period of time, after all.

♡ ┆ now kylar takes whatever opportunity he can to bite and suck on your precious chest, pulling you in school closets or dark alleyways just so he can have a taste of your milk.

♡ ┆ ofc it’s not long until you both rent out a room at the hotel again, you going along with one of his crazy hentai recreations. it ends up with him on your lap and you, jerking off his sensitive cock, rubbing his pre-cum all over his shaft as he has his fill of your milk.

[k-nayee]

Bloody Waters BNHA

wc: 5k A/n: Really got inspired watching a Your Life as a Crocodile YouTube video smh Heads-up! Will be a canon divergence happening. Teehee hope y'all like it❤️

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The battle at the cliffside was finally over.

Izuku breathed heavily, his arms and legs shaking as he looked down at Muscular’s unconscious form sprawled against the rocks.

Sweat dripped down his brow but he knew the victory was only temporary. This was just one enemy out of many and he had to get Kota back to safety.

They needed to regroup and alert the Pussycats about the strength of their attackers. He glanced over at Kota who was still looking up at him with wide awestruck eyes.

“Kota,” the greenette tried to keep his voice steady despite his exhaustion. “We need to go. Muscular won’t be waking up anytime soon so we’re safe for now. But there’s still more to do.”

He gestures to the distant horizon where faint embers and smoke hinted the beginnings of a wildfire. "The wildfires...they’re spreading. We’ll need your Quirk to make it back safely. Can you do that for us?"

Kota seemed to snap back to reality at Izuku’s words, his small hands clenched into fists as he nodded slowly.

But just as Izuku turned to allow the boy to jump on his back, the usually reserved kid took a step back, his expression clouding with hesitation.

"Jump on my back and we’ll go back to the facility," Izuku coaxed gently, but Kota's gaze darted past him back toward the deeper part of the forest.

Without another word he turned and bolted, disappearing into the dense line of trees.

“Wha-Kota wait!” Izuku called, but the boy has already slipped beyond his line of sight.

Kota's small feet pound against the forest floor. His mind whirling as he darted through the trees, winding his way through the thickening forest.

He knows the way by heart—every path, every tree and every fallen branch a part of him.

Finally he skids to a stop at the edge of a hidden pond tucked away from prying eyes.

The water was still; shadowed by low-hanging branches and thick with layers of lily pads as dragonflies skimmed the surface.

Catching his breath, Kota dropped to his knees at the water’s edge with an intensity and desperation in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

He leaned over— his face inches from the water—and dipped his fingers in, sending small ripples across the dark surface.

"Please," he whispered, his voice barely a tremor. "Please...I need you."

The pond settled once more, the last of the ripples fading leaving a perfect reflection of Kota’s small anxious face staring back at him.

For a long moment there’s nothing. Just the silence of the forest and the faint crackle of distant flames.

But then the water began to stir. Lily pads shifted from the sudden ripples as a pair of intense green eyes broke through from beneath.

They stared up at Kota, sharp and unblinking, almost luminous against the darkness of the pond.

Slowly a figure began to emerge steadily as the water parted to reveal scales that glinted in the dim light.

Kota’s breath hitches, his hand still frozen in the water.

*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.* 

Pixie-Bod was struggling, her breath coming in harsh uneven gasps as she barely dodged Magne’s relentless swings.

Even with her agility she’s injured—blood staining her skin from a gash running down her arm.

She grits her teeth, eyes sharp with determination as she sidesteps just in time to avoid another strike aimed straight at her head.

Magne grins wickedly with a twirl of her giant magnet. “Getting tired kitty?” she taunts. “Guess those little claws of yours aren’t enough.”

Pixie-Bob braces herself to dodge again, but a misstep sends her staggering back, pain flaring in her leg.

She barely has time to react as Magne swings the club down with brutal force. Just when the weapon neared her form—

“Get away from her!”

A rock smacks against the back of the muscular villain's head. 

Magne’s gaze snap over to catch sight of a young boy standing defiantly with clenched fists.

“Oh?” she sneered, shifting her focus to Kota with a wicked glint in her eye. “What do we have here? A little hero come to save the day?”

Pixie-Bob follows Magne’s gaze causing her eyes to widen with fear. “Kota!” she gasps with a cracking voice. 

“Maybe I should deal with you first little boy.” Fallen hero forgotten, Magne abandons Pixie-Bob and began to make her way to the small child.

She adjusts her grip on the magnet as she nears, lifting it high as if prepared to strike.

Kota swallows, fear tightening his chest, but he stands his ground. Just as the red-haired criminal is a few feet away he takes one last shaky breath and scream.

“Now!”

A shadow flashed between the trees. You burst forth from the underbrush, your form low and powerful as you closed the distance in a heartbeat.

Magne barely has time to register the movement before you clamp down on her shoulder and neck.

There was a sickening crunch as your teeth pierced bone.

A primal snarl escaped you as you dug your teeth in deeper causing blood to spatter across the ground in dark heavy droplets.

With a terrifying strength, you twist, using the weight of your body to roll and drag Magne down with you in a lethal spiral.

She scream a raw panicked sound and instinctively tries to pull away. But its too late: her flesh tears under the ruthless grip of your jaws.

Blood sprays across the clearing, staining the ground as the sickening sound of bones snapping and flesh shredding fill the air.

Magne’s screams grow into weak desperate gasps as you continued your death roll—your body a blur of unyielding motion.

Pixie-Bob staggered back as her heart pounds at the horrific sight unfolding before her. She struggled to gather herself,  stumbling to reach Kota who remained rooted in place.

“Kota!” She heaves once she reaches him. The boy blinks away from the grotesque view and quickly moves to the Pro-Hero “Pixie-Bob! Are you okay?”

Before she could answer the screams ceased, the forest fall into an eerie silence.

Shakily she looks over only to wished she didn't.

The ground was soaked in blood as Magne’s crumpled and lifeless body laid in it. Her head was separated and lying at an unnatural angle, chunks of flesh scattered all around.

Blood dripped from your jaws, staining your scaled skin as you raise to your feet, gaze fixed on Pixie-Bob and Kota with an intense focus.

The air was thick with the scent of death.

A low growl rumbled from your throat as you took a step toward the two causing Pixie-Bob's arms to tighten around Kota protectively.

Despite her fear, she squares her stance and shift in front of the boy. Her hands trembled as you neared but she was ready to fight.

 “No!” Kota darts forward, throwing himself between you and the Pussycat with outstretched arms. “Don’t hurt her!”

Pixie-Bob freeze. Her wide eyes shifting between Kota’s fearless stance and your blood-stained figure.

“She’s my friend!” he insists, looking up at you with unshaken trust as his hand reaches for your clawed one.

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The afternoon was warm.

Golden light draped the forest as Kota’s laughter echoed through the trees, his feet jumping and dodging roots as he chased after a small green frog.

He was so focused on catching it that he barely noticed the shift in scenery as he crossed into an area he’d never seen before.

His laughter faded, replaced by wide-eyed wonder as he took in the sight ahead of him.

A pond stretched before him: untouched and quiet, nestled between tall trees that leaned over its surface in an almost ethereal frame of dappled light.

Lily pads drifted on the still water, their delicate flowers in full bloom while dragonflies buzzed lazily and butterflies hovered above the wildflowers near the banks.

Kota’s heart swelled with curiosity as he edged closer. He knelt by the water’s edge, dipping his small hand into the pond allowing the coolness spread through his fingers.

He laughed in delight in the way the ripples spread out and sent tiny waves lapping against the shore.

Unbeknownst to him, his playful splashes awakened something beneath the water.

You felt the vibrations from above—saw the silhouette of a small hand dipping into the pond, disturbing the stillness you’d been lurking in.

The primal hunger that had been simmering in you sharpened. You moved forward in silence, your body gliding beneath the water.

Each movement was calculated as eyes remained locked onto your target.

He was small, unsuspecting—easy prey.

But then that sound came again. Laughter, soft and innocent, drifted through the quiet forest.

It was a sound so different from what you usually heard in the shadows of the water that it made you pause. Curiosity bloomed in place of hunger.

With steady caution you allowed yourself to rise; your piercing and unblinking eyes breaking the surface first.

You observed as he continued to splash at the water’s edge, blissfully unaware of the creature watching him from the depths.

Slowly the rest of your form emerged. Your head lifted out of the water casting a faint shadow across the pond.

Kota gasped and instinctively stumbled back. His eyes grew round was he stared at you with his mouth hanging open.

His instincts told him to run but instead he found himself frozen. He was torn between fear and fascination at the sight of you.

“H-hello?” he managed barely above a whisper. His small hands trembled but he didn’t move, too captivated to back away.

Sunlight danced across your skin bringing out green scales that highlighted your cheekbones.

The scales continued down your neck and arms creating faint natural patterns that blended seamlessly with your skin.

Across your shoulders and chest they grew denser, forming a protective layer that resembled a built-in bra and armor of sorts.

You tilt your head, regarding him with an assessing gaze. He didn’t move, didn’t scream, didn't fight back—he just simply watched you.

Intrigued by his lack of fear, you eased yourself toward the bank allowing your full form to emerge.

Your scales warmed under the Sun as you stretched out on the shore making your usually predatory stance soften with a low sigh of content.

The spikes that lined your back tapered down toward a thick muscular tail that rested behind you with an occasional twitch.

Sharp teeth larger and more jagged than any human’s  glinted as you breathed.

And around your waist, a makeshift skirt fashioned from pond reeds and greenery was wrapped over your tail's base to keep it secured.

A person with a crocodile mutant Quirk—it was clear to see.

But to Kota, you were like no other.

“So cool...” he whispered as he stared at you with wide eyes.

As the moments passed and you made no move to attack, his fear began to ebb. So much till the point the child began to talk.

His voice filled the area as rambled. He chattered about  his life, about his love for animals and his frustration with the heroes around him.

Bit by bit as he talked, he would scoot closer until his body was next to yours

There was even a point he began to absentmindedly brush along the ridges and scales on your back, touching the rough yet smooth skin lightly.

Finding strange contentment in his gentle curiosity you let him pet you as he continue on talking.

It was a one-sided conversation really. He'd paused occasionally—eyes drifting to your face to make sure you were still listening.

And each time he was met with the same patient steady gaze.

The Sun had started to dip below the treetops by the time he finally stopped, looking up at you with a thoughtful expression. “Ya know I just realized something...I don’t even know your name.”

The question hung in the air. For a long moment you remained still, simply watching him.

Then suddenly a low gravelly voice cuts through, sending vibrations through the boy’s body. “____.”

Kota blinked as he processed word. “Oh!” He beamed. “That's your name?”

His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. “____.” he repeat as though savoring it.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask more a sharp voice echoed from the trees. “Kota!”

His auntie Shino...

Before he could move you swiftly slide back into the pond leaving only ripples in your wake.

Moments later Shino, dressed in her Wild Wild Pussycats costume, broke through the tree line, her expression both relieved and stern as she rushed toward him.

“Kota! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She scolds him gently as she took his hand to lead him away from the pond. “Now you know you're not supposed to be over here. This is uncharted forest territory after all!”

Kota tries to pull his arm away. “But...I wasn’t alone! Her name’s ____ and she's right there!”

Excitedly pointing to the bank, his smile drops once he realize you're gone. He looks at the only to see it perfectly still—calm and untouched. "What...?"

Shino chuckles softly and ruffle his hair much to the boy's displeasure. "You sure do have a wild imagination Kota. Now come on! Its dinner time and Yawara made his special chili!"

As he's pulled away Kota kept his gaze lingering on the water. A small knowing smile tugs at his lips.

He knew what he’d seen. And he's definitely coming back.

“____?” Pixie-Bob couldn't believe her own eyes. “Wait...she's real?!”

Kota nods frantically, his expression unyielding. “Yes! She’s real and she’s strong—she can help us!”

His voice was small but fierce as he looked up at Pixie-Bob and then back to you. He gives your hand a firm squeeze.

“After that day...I started bringing her food or dead animals I would find in the forest. She watches over me.” His words were full of quiet pride. “She’s my friend.”

Pixie-Bob’s stance softened. A trace of wonder crossed her face as she looked from Kota to you, taking in the protective way you stood over him.

Though the memory of your attack on the villain was still vivid—so was Kota’s unwavering trust.

It was at that moment other heroes arrived. "Pixie-Bob! Kota!"

Kota face brightens at the sight of his aunt. Though Mandalay's relief was short-lived upon spotting your wild bloodied form.

Mandalay and Tiger's expressions shifted. Their bodies moved instinctively into offensive with narrowed eyes.

 “Wait!” Pixie-Bob calls out with a raised hand. “She...she's with us. Kota vouches for her.” She glanced down at the boy beside you. “She’s an ally.”

Her teammates looked on casting wary glances toward you as they made their way over.

Kota took a deep breath and stepped forward, the unwavering look in his eyes was enough to hold even veteran heroes at bay.

“She’s strong,” he declared. “Stronger than anyone I know. She can help us. Please...let her help us!”

Their eyes flick over your form, sizing you up, noting your powerful build and the calm way you stand beside the young boy.

Mandalay's gaze softens as she looks from Kota to you. “She’s...really with us?” she murmurs, casting a questioning glance at Pixie-Bob.

Pixie-Bob gives a firm nod.

“Yes. If Kota trusts her, we can trust her too.” She lets her eyes settle on you with wary respect in her gaze. “We could use that kind of power right now.”

The tense stillness surrounding you is suddenly interrupted as Asui and Uraraka burst through the undergrowth in frantic and fast breaths.

They barely notice the wary truce forming around as they look to Mandalay and the others, both of their faces pale with worry.

“Pixie-Bob, Tiger, Mandalay!” Uraraka gasped. “We need help. The villains captured Bakugo and Tokoyami!”

Asui croaks. “Ribbit—I managed to throw Midoriya, Shoji, and Todoroki a few miles in the direction we last saw them run off to.”

Kota’s eyes widened as he took in their words, his expression shifting from shock to fierce determination.

Without hesitation he grips your arm and pull you down to his level.

His small hands reach up to hold your face to make sure you’re listening, his eyes locking onto yours with unshaken intensity.

“____” he whispered urgently, “They're students so they're not as experienced as Pros. Remember Izuku—the green haired weirdo I told you about? Him and his friends are in danger. Please, you need to help them.”

For a moment you only stare back unblinking. Then, after a beat, you release a deep nosed sigh; the warm breath ruffling his hair slightly.

Standing tall, you turn your head to the breeze and inhaling deeply, scenting the air for a clue.

And then (faint but unmistakable) it hit you—the sharp, acrid scent of burnt flesh and scorched wood drifted from deep within the forest.

In an instant you sprang forward, your powerful form tearing into the trees at breakneck speed.

The heroes barely had time to register what was happening as you vanished into the shadows toward the source of the scent.

"GO ____ GO! YOU GOT THIS!" Kota’s voice called out, filled with hope urging you onward. "Wait...did you just say ____?!"

"Not now auntie!"

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The smell got stronger as you moved, the forest blurring past in streaks of green and shadow.

Guided by the faint traces of smoke the sounds of distant conflict grew louder.

You neared the area, stopping right at the edge of the bushes, green eyes glinting as you took in the scene.

“You really think I’d be so careless?” A masked man with a theatrical pose. “When I flaunt something shiny...”

He opens his mouth, revealing two marbles resting on his tongue. “...it’s because there’s something else I don’t want you to see.”

"No..." You look to see a green haired freckled boy sitting on the ground not to far away. '....Izuku...'

Next to him stood a multi-armed teen who was shakily glancing at the marbles in his hand. "No..."

With a snap, the two objects immediately explode; revealing what was really trapped inside the small objects.

"Todoroki" Izuku mutters in disbelief. "is that—"

"My ice." The half red and white colored student, who you now know to be Todoroki, says as his face darkens.

With a grin the villain continues mocking the young heroes. “Forgive me but I do so adore a twist ending,” he sneers.

Another one stood beside him making your lips curl a little. He's where the burnt skin smell was coming from.

Your watch as the dark purple mist behind them began to envelope the two. 

"One last bow," the magician like criminal declares grandly, leaning forward as he faced the trio of dismayed students. "And then...the curtain fal—"

A sudden blinding beam of light sliced through the misty gloom and struck him squarely in the face.

He stumbled back with a gasp, clutching his face as the marbles slipped from his grip, spinning wildly through the air.

You snapped your head toward the source of the laser and caught a brief glimpse of blond hair peeking through the dense undergrowth. 

Two figures raced forward in desperation—one with the broad many-arms and the other Todoroki.

Multi-arms lunges forward, just managing to catch one of the marbles before it rolls out of reach.

Not far from him Todoroki reaches out for the other, his fingertips brushing its smooth surface—only for a scarred hand to snatch it mid-fall.

The hand lifts the marble to let it catch the faint moonlight.

Todoroki’s mismatched eyes widen as he looks up to meet turquoise. The ̶d̶̶y̶̶e̶̶d̶ raven haired man's lips curl into a mocking smirk.

“Well,” He drawls, enjoying every hint of distress on the younger male's face. “Isn’t that a tragedy~”

Your eyes narrow as you gauge the villain’s sneer.

Without waiting for another second you bursting through the bushes and clear the distance with a powerful leap.

UA students and villains alike jolt in surprise as you barrel toward the flame user, your jaws snapping open to aim for his wrist.

The blue-eyed villain reacts in the last second; jerking his arm back with a snarl, but not before your teeth graze his flesh.

"Shit!" He hisses in pain as he recoils causing the marble to drop from his grip.

Todoroki stumbled back, shock freezing him in place for a moment as you landed heavily on all fours with a low rumble.

You position yourself protectively near the marble as you keep your gaze on the villains.

“What the fuck?” he sneers as he takes in your blood-splattered form.

Nearby the other one hesitated, his hand twitching as he finally processed the unexpected threat you posed.

The distraction was enough to disrupt his usual confidence causing the marbles to transform back.

In a flash the marbles expanded revealing Bakugo and Tokoyami in their true forms.

Tokoyami stumbled beside Shoji as he regained his balance while Bakugo sat on the forest floor in confusion.

“Kacchan!” Izuku’s voice rings out in desperate relief as he runs toward the spiky-haired blonde.

Bakugo whipped around, his face changing from dazed to pure outrage in seconds. "Huh? Deku? The hell's going on here?" he barked.

But then his red eyes slid to you crouched beside him as you held the criminals in your unwavering stare.

His shock turned to horror. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

The sound of footsteps fills the clearing as Pro-Heroes start appearing causing the villain with the cracked mask to curse under his breath.

“Dabi!” he hisses once realizing the odds are no longer in their favor. “We have to go. Now!”

As the mist began to swirl around them signaling their retreat, Dabi’s furious gaze remained locked on you.

His jaw clenched as his hand twitched with the urge to unleash his flames on you.

The fury in his turquoise eyes burns hotter as he weighs his options, his disdain unmistakable as he glares.

Yet, after a tense pause, he seems to make his decision and stay put. But Dabi’s eyes never left you—even when the mist continued to swallow him.

It wasn’t until he vanished completely into the darkness that the oppressive tension began to lift.

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Time passed after the battle.

Digging through records they uncovered little about you—no family history, no known relatives.

It was as if you had existed entirely within the wilds.

Understanding the depths of your isolation, The Pussycats offered a unique arrangement: you’d be allowed to stay with them and near Kota for the child's sake and for the good of all .

The Wild Wild Pussycats would be your guardians, and with their endorsement, you’d receive special training under Aizawa.

Yet your primal nature was undeniable—resulting that you would join Class 1-A (though only loosely) in order to adapt to society, learn control, and ̶h̶̶o̶̶p̶̶e̶̶f̶̶u̶̶l̶̶l̶̶y̶ find a place in this new world beyond the forest.

At first the transition to UA was jarring. The school was a strange new jungle with hallways and doors instead of trees and rivers.

Your limited understanding of human life and lack of speaking left you barely engaged with academic classes.

Soon enough teachers began excusing you from regular lessons.

So while you attended physical hero training for your strength and speed, the teachers allowed you to roam freely during other periods, expecting to check in before lunch that is.

Even through all of this Kota’s loyalty and admiration never wavered. And so, with his encouragement, you try your best to navigate the strange customs of UA.

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Aizawa’s monotone voice filled the classroom he delivered a dry lecture on hero tactics while Class 1-A students dutifully took notes.

The room was calm and focused—and nearing lunch.

Just as Aizawa was outlining a defensive maneuver on the board, the door burst open with a loud slam causing all heads to shoot up

Except for Aizawa that is. He continued with his teachings, ignoring your disturbance all together.

You strode into the room unbothered by the abrupt interruption you'd caused before sauntering over to a spot near the window.

There was a murmur of mixed reactions: some were still startled by your wild presence, while others just rolled their eyes with an amused sigh.

Aizawa’s gaze flicked your way mid-sentence, his words trailing off as he noticed something unusual.

The Underground Hero narrowed his eyes as he stared at you with dry curiosity.

“___,” he said bluntly, focused on the tears that were brimming at the edges of your eyes causing your classmates to glance over. “What did you eat?”

The question was straightforward—clear to show he was not one to skirt around the subject.

The room fell silent. You tilt your head to the side.

You never really spoke much, often in short or one-worded replies. So many assumed you would ignore him and continue on with what you were doing as you usually d—

“Squirrel.” 

Your gravelly voice cuts through the silence.

A collective shock rippled through the room as every student’s face twisted. Even those sitting nearby leaned away as if they could still see remnants of your meal.

And poor Kouda. The gentle giant's eyes went wide and he gave a little flinch at your response.

Any progress that was made for him to be less scared of you went out the window.

Bakugo lips curled in disgust. “Nasty ass!” he sneers with a scoff. “You’ll just eat anything huh?”

For a moment you blinked at their reactions not understanding what they found so unsettling.

Aizawa could only sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before gesturing for you to return to your seat. “Let’s...just focus back on the lesson.”

Though the class settled, they couldn't help but let their glances linger, casting wary and slightly curious looks your way for the rest of the lesson.

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The day was winding down; the last class was a mix of quiet chatter and a few sleepy stares as everyone waited for the final bell.

Aizawa had left the room to drop off some graded papers leaving Class-1A students to their own devices.

Eyeing the clock to see only a few minutes remains, Bakugo’s eyes narrow with a glint of mischief.

Without warning he reaches into his bag and pulls out a small wriggling bundle—a bunny with soft fur and floppy ears.

“Bakugo what are you doing?!” Mina hissed as she spotted the small animal struggling in his grip.

Others turned to look, their expressions shifting from confusion to alarm.

With a wicked grin Bakugo shrugs. “Went out during lunch and got it,” he says nonchalantly. “Just a little test.”

“Test?” Kirishima echoes, his face a mix of concern and reluctant intrigue. “Bakubro...what do you mean by a test?”

Bakugo’s grin widens.

“I saw our new classmate here playing with some kittens on my way home yesterday,” he explains, his tone mocking. “Clearly it seems she doesn't really eat any and everything. Almost had me but seeing that made me realize I never actually seen her do it. Just wanna see for myself that's all.”

Realization dawns on the class and several voices rise in quick protest.

Izuku steps forward, his face pale. “Kacchan don’t tell me you're going to—” 

Bakugo scoffs in irritation. “Relax Deku.”

Todoroki, overhearing, frowns slightly. “This is unnecessary. She’s adapting to a new environment—there’s no need to throw her instincts off balance like this.”

The spiky blonde's face hardens. “Oh spare me Half-and-Half. It’s all a show.” He gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “I don’t buy it—no way she’s that feral.”

Izuku reached a hand toward him still trying to talk him down. “Please Kacchan this isn’t a good idea.”

“You two need to chill. She won’t do anything.”

“Bakugo this isn’t just about proving a point.” Todoroki’s brows were furrowed at this point. “You know she’s different. There’s no need to throw live animals at her.”

“You seriously think I care what you think?!” he snaps in response. “There's no way she’d actually eat it.” He glanced between the two of them with a sneer. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“Kacchan please just put it back.” Izuku started pleading. “This isn’t a good idea.”

Bakugo’s patience snapped.

Last thing he wanted was a lecture from these two. “Oh yeah?” his voice dripped with defiance. “Watch this.”

He turns toward the windows where you and Asui were sunbathing. "Hey scaly bitch!"

You glance over at the call, squinting against the harsh light of the Sun.

"Catch!"

The class watched—half with horror while the other with morbid curiosity—as he tossed the bunny high into the air.

Instinct kicked in. Without hesitation you leaped from your spot, your body coiled like a spring.

Jaws wide, you caught the small creature mid-air with a single decisive snap.

The sound of the impact—teeth sinking into flesh—is almost inaudible beneath the chilling squeal of the bunny.

Blood splatter across the floor staining the tiles as you land gracefully back on your feet.

Your expression was calm and unmoved as you chewed and swallowed, licking the last traces of blood from your lips.

The class is frozen in horror as a stunned shock filled the room.

Bakugo’s own smirk fades. He stares at you in disbelief and for a moment he’s speechless—mouth open as he tries to process what just happened. 

It wasn't until a gasp broke the silence, brining everyone’s attention to Kouda who had gone pale, his wide horrified eyes fixed on you.

Always drawn to animals the softspoken giant had never seen such a brutal display firsthand. Until now that is.

He swayed on his feet before his knees buckled, falling limp to the floor in a faint.

That snaps the entire class out of it; their heads swiveling in unison toward Bakugo, expressions ranging from anger to disgust.

“Bakugo!” They all shout in unison.

A collective scowl darkens their faces as they glare at him. He flinches at the sheer force of it.

"What?!" Recovering quickly Bakugo crosses his arms with a defensive scowl of his own. “I didn’t think she was gonna fucking eat it for real!”

[1lenii]

The Ride⚠️

E!42!miles x F!reader

Who doesn’t love a good Miles fic (@everyothermileswriter love ya)

Ntm to say on this one tbh, except that this was my experience learning, when I was with my bsf😭

No warnings ⚠️ that I know off—

Anywys enjoy lovlies⭐️

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“Diablo mami..!” Miles groaned

(Y/N) was shaking from the adrenaline, sweat beads forming on both of their foreheads

(Y/N) speeds up the pace

“Ma, I’m gonna—“

(Y/N) slows down her pace on the motorcycle, ultimately coming to a stop in front of a connivence store

Miles quickly gets off, knees buckling as he kiss the ground in front of him, almost of the verge of throwing up from the dizziness

“Don’t exaggerate babe, I wasn’t THAT bad” (Y/N) says through the helmet, waving him off dismissively

“Tú seguiste, en una luz roja.” He deadpanned, still on the floor (you ran a red light)

Sighing, (Y/N) gets off the motorcycle taking the key out of the ignition

(Y/N) clicks a button on the helmet now being able to see the neon world that is New York

Taking a few steps to her lover, offering a hand to to Miles in invitation to get to which he takes

“I mean YOU did teach me, didn’t you?”

“Oka? But that’s me. I can’t have my pretty girl doing delinquent shit” Miles says rubbing his thumb over the still intertwined hands below

“Hypocrite” (Y/N) mumbles softly letting go, going ahead into the store.

Miles light feet tracing behind her<3

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⚠️⚠️Should I make a part 2/sequel to miles teaching her how to maneuver such a heavy vehicle🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

BTWWWW This was never meant to b sexual, dirty minds smh :p

[sombra7567]

ASMR Rant pt. 8: Thoughts after binging Atonal ASMR

First ~ Previous ~ Next

*shakes inhaler* *takes a puff* I have not needed to use this in years smh…

Atonal ASMR: *picks up gently and places on "homie-shaped channels" shelf *

Mental state: WHAT IS GOING ONNNNNNNNNNNN-

Favorite series: Reclusive Vampire, Hunter and Medusa, Fixing Up A Robot

Audio I thought I'd dislike but ended up loving: Evaluated By A Scientist (THAT'S WHERE THE MONEY ISSSSSSS-)

Random thoughts:

Imma get this out of the way right now, I enjoyed myself so much listening to Atonal, another one of the channels that gave me a happy feeling inside -w-

THE ART STYLE IS SO CUTEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAA

Also I liked the way humor is delivered? Like the way it catches me off-guard makes it so good.

*works my way down the playlists, eventually hits Wyatt's series* "Oh this was the guy that showed up in Floki's series... hey wouldn't it be hilarious if this was yet ANOTHER channel where most if not all audios are all connected to each other instead of just one or two series-"

*finishes Wyatt's series, double-checks playlists and one-shots* *kicks over chair* "IT IS ALL CONNECTED, DAMMITTTTTTTTTT-"

OKAY, so then based off of the two "Wyatts" in the Evaluated By A Scientist series, I'm assuming that the Wyatt in Floki's series was the bad Wyatt?? The shape-shifter?

ALSO. THE FREAKING. REFERENCES. IN THE SERIES. First, FREAKING TETHYS AND CHARIS FROM M'S MERFOLK SERIES?!?!?! DEMETRIOS WAS THE GUY THEY WERE CHASING AFTER?????? THEN WE GOT THE GATOR BOYS REFERENCE IN PROFESSOR O'TONAL'S SERIES. AND ESCAPED SMH. AND THEN "MITCHELL THE RED PANDA" Y'ALL AIN'T SLICK. WHAT THE HECK. (i'm sure there's more references I missed anyway moving on-)

*clonk* "... BRO WHAT DID YOU DO-" "HE WAS GONNA TURN US INTO THE COPS-" "WE AIN'T GOT COPS HEREEEEEEEEEEEEE-" (poor Morpho, the guy was just trying to do his job TvT) "Are you saying I'm being factory reset?" "Oh good gracious no! More like becoming a walking vegetable." "... oh my- oh no- oh no no-" *immense facepalm*

Also this is really really random but I LOVED Brady's ringtone- oh and speaking of which!

*hard cut to me lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, and questioning the implications of Brady's and Gideon's series crossing over*

OH. AND BARBARA BARBARA. WHAT IS UP WITH HER, I'M SO CONFUSEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST A REPORTERRRR-

Oh horror audios yay!!! .......... *crying* I want my normal Brady and Gideon baaaaaaaaaack, I don't like them evillllllllll-

OKAY BUT LIKE- ARTEMIS HAD ME *FLUSTEREDDDDDDDDDDDD* AUGHHHHHHHHHH >/////////////< UGH he's just so freaking cute oamdlfkjasdlkfjf aaaaaaaaagh- I have weaknesses and he got a lot of them helpppppp-

Yee, fun time on Atonal's channel aaaaaaaaa- I think Cardlin or Yuurivoice is next?

[captainwans]

★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.

( MASTERLIST! )

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katrinefogtfriis plantemor! 🌾🩶 ( plant mother )

yourinstagram min smuk! 🌸 ( my prettiest )

user if she doesn’t get any cuter

user thats so cute 🥹

sophiaamelia i love this! 😍

yourinstagram and i love you 😙

joaofelix79 i like plants too just saying…

yourbestfriend and your flirting attempts needs an update just saying…

cmpulisic i knew you would say smth like that 😭😭

user CACKLING

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user smh he can never get a break

user this is so funny

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kaihavertz29 now i’m picturing you getting slapped and i can’t stop laughing

user no bc same i’m literally shaking

benchilwell bro i face planted into a 3 feet tall plant don’t complain 😒

user poor things 😭😂

yourbestfriend benchilwell you deserved it

benchilwell yourbestfriend 😐

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benchilwell 😍🥵🔥

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user holy mama im gay

user SLAYY QUEEN

sasha__rebecca gorgeous!! 🤩🤍

yourinstagram love u sash! 💞

user 😍😍

helenespilling fineste dama jeg vet om! 🔥😩 ( prettiest woman i know )

yourinstagram fineste danseren jeg vet om 😉 ( prettiest dancer i know )

odegaard.98 yourinstagram enig! 🤩 ( agreed )

vegardharm nei nå må du slutte 🔥😍 ( now you have to stop )

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user NOT THE WINE

user christian has me dying

user they’re all so unserious i love them

masonmount without me 🥺

yourinstagram if you didn’t leave chelsea then maybe you could’ve gotten the invite 😊

masonmount ouch 😣

chelseafc 🫣

manchesterunited pls don’t get us involved

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user SHE DID NOT

user YN APOLOGIZE NOW

user how did you managed to get chelseafc manchesterunited to get here pls-

yourinstagram user i have no idea 😭 now i’m gonna have 12 year old football fans coming at me

user a punch in the throat— same

user poor mase shshs

yourbestfriend ok but why does the smashed wine bottle look so aesthetic? 🫢😩

marcusrashford and what’s wrong with man utd

yourinstagram i just don’t like your team don’t take it personally

yoursister what did that wine do to you?

yourfriend a lot… 🫣

benchilwell she was so drunk that she thought that the wine bottle was thor’s hammer and smashed it on the floor 💀

sophiaamelia she cried so much after that thinking that she “destroyed” thor’s hammer 😭

reecejames poor wine 😞

yourinstagram *poor me 🖕🏻 reecejames

kaihavertz29 so much happened last night i don’t even remember half of it rip

cmpulisic it went so far that we all crashed at a fancy party and bought 16 bottles of wine

rlc lmaoo now i remember 😭 memorable

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user i’m so confused

user pls how did we get from man utd to thor’s hammer?

user idk but i’m cackling my ass off this is so funny

user don’t act surprised y/n’s comment section is always a mess and we’re here for it

user it’s like watching a comedy show fr

user can someone get me updated of y/n and mason’s friendship my heart aches just thinking about it pls why am i so invested

user pls- me too the comment was too far

user right? like why would she say that

user he already got too much on his plate rn

user she’s so annoying

yourbestfriend you guys are taking this too far pls it’s not even that serious 😭

yourinstagram user mase is doing just fine he’s sitting behind me giggling at the comments

masonmount no bad blood guys! ❤️

[ambagel]

HELLO AMBY!!!!!!

Can you tell me info abt your oc? 🥺👉👈

It's fine if you don't want to, though☺️ (SHAKING THE CAGE OF MY ENCLOSURE)

HDOSOFKKAMCJJANFIAJ SOBBING HIHIHI FELLE 🎉🎉🎉

Omg ok I have a lot about her because yeah HDJJANFKS 🕺

Favorite food is sour stuff (👏👏👏)

I am not good with descriptions but I can try sjjdmamd

Basic info:

Undetermined least favorite, but she has the spice tolerance of a snowman (AND the heat tolerance, Scarabia chapter was hell for her)

She technically has two names because she did used to be me. So 🧍‍♀️ One name that my ocs all call her and iiil which is what everyone else calls her. And I haven't figured out an actual reason for that sjajjfjjskkxmf I just ignore it smh

I'm bad with basic info tbh I have a shit ton of random facts though 🤧

She uses she/her but they/them isn't discouraged

She's good at rollerskating and ice skating because 𝘐 wanted to do those when I decided that dhsjjfjs

Idk if you've ever seen people do the flamingo stance but yeah. That

Can't exercise for shit, she either blackmailed Crowley or she's sobbing on the floor next to Idia and Azul 😔💔

GHOSTS. GRIM. RAMSHACKLE. Who needs home when you've got these huh (she's lying help her)

She's pretty much done with life by book four 😔 Who gives someone an emergency phone and DOESN'T ANSWER IT

She's probably closest with Heartslabyul because of Ace and Deuce hdjsjf But everyone is a friend if you tint your glasses rose enough (except vargas 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺)

Jade and Floyd do not disturb her beyond the basic concern. She has two friends just like them back home (lies, she's very uncomfortable)

Constantly mad because everyone is twst is attractive as shit and APPARENTLY it's weird if she points it out. What is she meant to do. Suffer in silence?? Someone save her

Additionally she swears a lot when she's angry and Riddle hates her for it

I love her a lot hdjskdkld and technically she wasn't a twst oc FIRST, but now she's a twst oc PRIMARILY

I still put her in everything shjfjsjf

THANK YOU SM FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT HER SJJDJSKMDM 💃💃💃💃💃💃💃 This made my day ty jdjskfjkskf

[xxbvtt3rflyb0yxx]

during lunch i was tweaking really fucking hard like it was bad we were shaking n sobbing and delusion spiraling hallucinating etc and i don’t remember it cuz my brain doesn’t like to let me do that, this is all from what ivy said to me but apparently my friends said fucking nothing like they just continued their normal conversations while i was on the floor having an episode of psychosis lmfao

smh my head, so fake /lh

[according2thelore]

thank you so much for the tag in that post!!! i immediately forgot every fact about myself unfortunately BUT i have two follow up qs for y'all.........

MERLIN! i am also obsessed with merlin and btw if you have a merlin account you are OBLIGATED BY LAW to tell me. constitutional amendment from the obama era. i think the merlin <--> supernatural pathway is all about duty by the way. and also gay sex.

also charlotte consider this ask your one drink please 🍷 and DO TELL!

haha, that's so fair! we love follow-up qs!

lizzy:

uh-oh! by law you say?? i'm sweatin'...i also love merlin! so much! i cannot shut up about it, and i have written/continue to write for merlin under a different account...but i fear i might have to break the law on this one. and it's strictly for the reason that i have Very Normal friends not familiar with fandom that follow my writing/keep up with my other ao3 and if they find out i shake the boys from spn between my teeth like a dog, i would have some massive explaining to do. obama's gonna come break my door down 😔 i am kissing you passionately in apology! but i think folks like my merlin work pretty okay! my biggest merlin fic is around 100k hits, which blows my mind with violence each day lol

you get it!!! you get it so hard!!!!!! what drives me crazy about merlin and spn is the inevitability of it all. they are soulmates, and they are fated to be joined, but at what cost? literally what cost? they are opposed forces, hunter and hunted, but a bond of love and forgiveness and belonging that keep them tethered beyond separation. it's the continuous loss and torture and fear and not leaving! they don't want to leave! their lives would be easier if they didn't love each other, but they can't stop. and they HAVE SEX! one of the things that sticks in my brain so hard about merlin specifically is the lengths that merlin goes to protect/save uther for arthur's sake. like that level of devotion, even at the betrayal of self, is BARK INDUCING!!! i could write forever and ever amen about merlin, so if i don't stop now, this entire post will just be me yapping and yapping.

charlotte:

oh my god WELL a few moments stand out from that day. first, lizzy and I were THE ONLY ONES TO DRESS UP after lizzy explained that people dressed up at cons (this was my first con ever—baby’s first!). Also me when I lie lol there were a couple sexy castiels but I digress. (lizzy note: there was also a billie and death cosplayer that blew my fucking mind my beloved <3)

second, literally everyone at our con had already met the boys. like. a girl pulled out a BINDER with like 4 m&g photos per page and just kept flipping through it. so while we were nervous wrecks all day, everyone was mysteriously so…chill?? like we picked up food on the way there and barely ate any of it since we were making ourselves ill.

waiting in line?? girl embarrassing you wouldn’t have wanted to see us because we were HYPERVENTILATING. as soon as we cleared the doorway and saw jared, he made eye contact with us and kept glancing over the line to check when we were coming up (because of our slay niche fits) and as soon as we did, he said the episode BY NAME and told us we did a great job. (lizzy note: he was very excited and also his hand is as big is my waist i blacked out the whole thing if i didn’t have a pic i wouldn’t think it happened)

that man’s chest and arms. gigantic. bigger than my head. he was as solid as a piece of marble. we were like what the fuck. took our picture and NO JOKE we had to sit down on the floor in the hallway. we called lizzy’s mom. we bragged to the barista in the convention center, who was also very excited. we vomited and threw up because misha was next but in character and costume and let me just say

that man’s hands were FRIGID.

I’ll say it!! (looking at you lizzy who doesn’t remember it smh.) his m&g was slay ish because he was just smoldering and barely said anything (LMAO our man was tired and they were running 2 hrs behind). but! hilarious. I have both of the pictures hanging in identical frames next to each other in my first grown up apartment and it looks like the same photo at a first glance. it is the second most expensive thing on my wall (my diploma taking first 🤧).

and that…that was a glorious day. we’re trying to go again since jensen was sold out so we can complete the trifecta 🫶

-charlotte (& lizzy! hello! 2-for-1!)

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[lenatheninjax3]

Doesn't seem like a disturbance to me. They wildin, smh.

I said the same thing. But yet ive felt my floor shake from how loud their stuff be 🙃

What do I know tho

[allisonlol]

BSD MEN WHEN YOU HUG YOUR PLUSHIE/PILLOW INSTEAD OF THEM AHHHH IVE BEEN THINKING OF YHIS SINCE FIREVER

a/n: BRO this is so cute?? picked some of my favorite boys for it. ALSO have y'all seen the season 4 trailer?? literally still shaking from it, i am so so happy :D !! jumped around my room screaming cuz i'm a bit unhinged for it

but what i'm NOT so happy about is my ipad completely breaking out of nowhere?? (chuuya's beautifulness in the trailer broke it) so im writing this with my laptop?? sad but at least i can type faster >:)

warnings: NONE just absolute fluff

(Chuuya, Ranpo, Nikolai, Jouno) When You Hug Your Plushie Instead of Them

Chuuya

so chuuya had recently bought you a plushie that you'd been fawning over cuz it was the cutest thing ever (after him, ofc)

litte did he know that it would soon replace him-

that night, chuuya smiled at you when he noticed you hugging the plushie while scrolling on your phone before bed

but he quickly got fed up when he realized you just?? weren't going to cuddle with him too??

regrets buying you that thing REAL quick

nudges your arm and tries to get your attention but you just shoot him a smile and go back to your phone

chuuya's patience meter is miniscule so now he's pissed off (at the plushie tho?? not at you)

does that thing where he'll just sit there and keep sighing dramatically until you ask what's wrong smh

once you do, he's like "NOTHING'S WRONG" but avoids looking you in the eye and instead looks past you or down at the sheets?? and that's when you know he's upset 🤕

you move the plushie aside and open your arms to hug him instead

ngl you knew he wanted to cuddle but thought it would be funny to tease him... APOLOGIZE RN

bro glares at you?? he's trying to give you the cold shoulder but fails and smiles softly cuz you look so cute

grabs you and has a vice grip on you the rest of the night- also probably kicks the plushie to the floor when ur not looking

Ranpo

ranpo is a cuddle bug who wants ALL of your attention on him

so it's safe to say he's not very happy that u have found...something else to hug

ranpo had arrived home late due to detective work, so you'd already fallen asleep while waiting for him

except you struggle to sleep now without hugging something (since you're so used to doing that with him). so you simply grabbed one of ur plushies to hold instead

literally shakes you awake so frantically you think there's an emergency

you're all like "what's going on!! :0" & then bro makes it sound like ur cheating on him??

"i can't believe you would abandon me for...for THAT thing!!!!" points his finger at you all accusingly and everything

snatches the plushie from you and throws it across the room >:0

will then proceed to plop down next to you and just. not speak 😐😐

^ignores your protests as you get up to grab the plushie and gives you the nastiest side eye?? childish i stg

you sigh and prop the plushie at the end of the bed so you can crawl up next to ranpo and wrap your arms around him

he finally stops pouting and melts into ur touch 😽

AAAA I CAN FINALLY USE GIFS FOR THEM

Nikolai

worse than ranpo. like significantly

you'd gone to take a nap and had instinctively fallen asleep hugging ur favorite plushie

nikolai was doing who knows what but ended up entering the room about an hour later

stops dead in his tracks when he sees you...hugging...something ELSE?!

doesn't wake you at first. sneaks over to peer over ur shoulder at what you're holding

partially relieved to see it's just a plushie, but also partially mad because um?? why wasn't it him??

doesn't even bother waking you. just straight up yanks it out of your grasp 💀

you wake up in a panic with this mf LOOMING over you

probably rips it's head off???? or at least threatens to

pls you're lowkey about to cry cuz that's your comfort plushie 😥😥

you literally gotta scramble out of bed and beg him not to destroy it

does the thing where he holds it over ur head but dangles it just out of reach. and this mf is tall asf so good luck with that -.-

you end up just grabbing his arm and pulling his dumbass back to the bed to cuddle him instead

Jouno

ok ngl you did this on purpose to piss him off

i don't blame you cuz it be funny when he's ticked off

you and jouno had been preparing for bed when u decided to play a lil prank on him

it was mostly just to see if he'd even have a reaction?? cuz we all know this man either doesn't give a fuck or he goes off the rails

you'd gotten into bed first and while waiting for him, snatched the plushie you keep on your side and snuggled up next to it

u close ur eyes when you hear him walking into the room and pretend to be falling asleep

his footsteps stop by the bed and he just stands there like 😑???? cuz he can tell by your heartbeat that you're still awake, yet he's wondering why you haven't acknowledged his presence??

so i mean right off the bat this mf knows something's up

gets in bed next to you but goes OUT OF HIS WAY to make sure y'all are not touching in any way petty asf

can tell by the way you're positioned that you're hugging something else close to you

you peek open ur eyes to shoot him a glance but he has the most unreadable expression i stg

internally he is like WHY NOT ME WHY NOT ME but no one else would be able to tell~

by now he's figured out that ur messing with him and does NOT take it lightly. literally sleeps with his back to you and won't acknowledge you until morning

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