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ningvory · 2 months

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hi baby❤️❤️ ik we both feral AS FUCK for unnie line sserafim so can you write reader being free use for the three of them? imagine all of them horny asffff at the same time barging into your room, leaving no room to protest as they rip off your clothes OMG I WANT THEM. leaving them pussy drunk after cumming so violently in their mouths omg…. im actually gonna #######

ALSO THIS PIC OF YUNJIN OMG IW ANTNTBSONRBEHR SOSOB

thanks for listening to my ted talk babes😘

AHHH VICYYY THIS IS SO—😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

parings: lesserafimunnieline x 6thmember!f!reader

warnings: free use, pussywhipped unnie line, cum eating, manhandling lowk, overstimulation, squirting, foursome, dumbification, praising, mentions of reader blacking out, not proofread😵‍💫

wc: 614 words

YAAYY I FIGURED OUT GRADIENT COLORS😝😝

today had been a long day, due to your long awaited comeback, EASY, you and your members had been performing nonstop. but you didn’t mind, in fact you love your job! you always give it your all when performing so fans think that you’re basically made for the stage.

you really stood out this comeback, especially in the bside, SMART. the way your hips swayed had everyone hooked in a trance, and it seemed like it had the unnie line of your group in a trance too.

you and the girls had finally got back to the dorms, exhausted was something that you all were feeling. you started to walk to your room after telling them all to rest well, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling of eyes staring you down, turning around, your suspicion was indeed correct, turning around to see your three unnie’s staring you down with hungry eyes had you immediately turning away and quickly walk to your room.

after a nice shower you were now lying on your bed, wearing your pink sleep gown and engulfed in your pink blanket on the verge of falling asleep. hearing your door opening was something regularly done in the dorm room, so you weren’t startled. but what startled you was feeling the blanket being snatched off of you, making you groan and look up to see who the perpetrator was. what you didn’t expect was your three unnies, staring you down.

“wha- what are you doing? wai-” your sentence was cut off by yunjin, pinning you down is kissing you, words drowning in her mouth.

“is that how you talk to your unnie’s, baby?” chaewon muttered out before blowing on your wet cunt making your legs jolt.

“no underwear, baby? so dirty.” kkura teased, rubbing your bundle of nerves.

yunjin finally broke your kiss, having you gasping for air. you feel her go behind you to raise your body up, silently teasing your nipples making you whine.

if almost immediately, they dived into your soaked cunt, chaewon was sucking on your clit while kkura was sucking and tongue fucking your hole. you were moaning and squealing so loudly, back arching and desperately trying to close your legs around their heads, the sound of slurping and the sensation of two wet muscles on your poor cunny was all too much and had you cumming all over their faces! :((

but they just didn’t stop, drinking up all you gave them, and going right back to it. tears were falling down your face while yunjin was doing nothing but praising you and littering your face with kisses.

after your 4th orgasm, you were shaking uncontrollably, desperately trying to push their heads away. they were sucking on your puffy cunt until they let go with a loud pop, bottom half of their faces were drenched in your juices. yunjin let go of your body and onto the floor infront of your bed with her fellow members.

“you can give us one more, right?” yunjin asked, seating herself beside kkura.

“noo~ s’too much.” you whined, your words were slurred and damn near incoherent.

“have we fucked you stupid already? our dumb baby, so pretty for us.” chaewon said, eyes glazed completely over.

your legs were raised up by yunjin and chaewon, hands spreading your legs even further before diving right back into your abused cunny. you tasted so yummy on their tongues they couldn’t help but overstimulate you even more. having three mouths on your cunt had you babbling incoherent things and violently cumming all in their mouths! they were so pussy drunk they couldn’t help but eat you out until you blacked out on them. <33

#ningvory #♡.nabi’s asks #♡.moots #kpop smut #wlw smut #le sserafim x fem reader #le sserafim smut #sakura smut #chaewon smut #yunjin smut #miyawaki sakura smut #kim chaewon smut #huh yunjin smut #♡.lesserafim

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trafltr · 11 months

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eren + his dodge charger + scaring his pretty princess

꒰ঌᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ໒꒱ black reader in mind, smut, fingering, mdni

eren drives a yummy black dodge charger and he’s sexy while doing it. he doesn’t even need to text when he’s here to pick you up; you can hear his engine from a mile away and the head splitting bass of rap music playing through his rolled down windows. he smiles when he sees you shushing him from the steps of your porch, hurrying down to his car while holding your purse. “my neighbourhood doesn’t like you ‘ren.” you giggle and grab the spare lip gloss always laying around in the console. but eren won’t let you use it, not before he grabs a hold of your face, makes you look him dead in the eye and kisses off your lip combo, “hello to you too, mama.” and he’s just so carefree while driving, a tattooed hand palming at the staring wheel not even bothering to check the speed number displayed on his dashboard, and the other settling in nicely on your plush thigh. eren has racked up his fair share of speeding tickets too, looks the police officer right in their eyes and they smile at him knowing how it goes—still, he doesn’t care too much for it. don’t let it be nighttime on an empty road either, because before you truly even know it the engine is almost screaming and eren’s pushing well over 100 kilometres an hour. he laughs when you’re hitting his arm, yelling at him to “slow the fuck down!” and gripping onto the side door for your life while being pushed deeper into your seat. but somehow he’s just so calm, giving you a grin that gets you agitated just after securing his grip on your thigh, “just stay put, i won’t crash”. he always makes good on his promise, but you’re annoyed—folding your arms against your chest and tilting your legs away from him when he slows down after what felt like an eternity. he’s not oblivious, knows you’re mad when you ignore him, closing yourself off and sniffling away whatever was gonna come—and it’s only till you’re seconds away from completely bawling that he’s pulling over and asking you to head to the backseat with that sweet voice that makes you do almost anything for him. and your compliance doesn’t go unrewarded—eren has you in a corner of the backseat, head tilting against foggy windows with breathy whimpers escaping your juiced lips with every curl of his fingers dipped into your cunt. “i’m sorry for scaring you baby,” he’ll say taking his hand to the apples of your cheeks to wipe your little tears just so sweetly, it almost makes you forget how his thumb wanders to your clit. “s’okay—i forgive you, jus keep going please.” he can’t help his knowing smile when you achingly rut your hips to clumsily fuck yourself on his fingers, lips meshing into a pout when it just doesn’t hit right. he’ll steadily start at unbuckling the belt slung on his hips, “you just stay put and think about cumming, yeah? lemme do the work.”

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot x reader #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x black reader #eren x black reader #aot smut #aot x black reader #snk x reader #snk smut

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luveline · 7 months

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i’ve been re-reading some of the kbd au and was wondering if u would be up to writing a little kbd blurb wherein steve’s being all flirty and silly with reader? idk what it is but flirty kbd!steve specifically rips my heart open he’s so cute when he’s trying to charm r make r laugh <3 thank u as always mwah

thank you my love!! ♡ kbd au

Bethie brings a drink with her as she enters the living room. Steve a few steps behind her, your husband leans in the doorway and winces with every drop she spills on the floor.

The cup is half full when it reaches you, but it is for you. "Here, mom."

"Thank you," you say, tone enthused with bubbly affection. Bethie looks like you rather than Steve, and her smile is a mirror.

"Daddy says, uhm…" She looks over her shoulder at Steve. He nods encouragingly. She turns back. "Dad says to tell you that it's from a man at the bar. Because you look beautiful."

You sniff at the drink, take an experimental sip. It's Steve's version of a virgin margarita, lemonade, orange juice and a spritz of fresh lime juice. "Ooh, so yummy. You want to try?"

Bethie wrinkles her nose. "Will I like it?"

Probably not. "I'm not sure, but it's got bubbles?"

Bethie shakes her head. You don't take it personally, scooping your second eldest up to sit on your thigh. She's not heavy. It's actually really nice when she leans back and uses your tummy as a chair, to be loved like this.

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. "Come here often?" he asks with a wink.

"Only every day, handsome."

"Handsome? You're two timing the poor dolt stupid enough to buy you a drink, you know."

"Poor dolt should've used his eyes." You gesture to either side of you, where Avery, the eldest, sits to your left and Dove, the youngest, lounges at your right. "I'm clearly taken."

"Can't blame a guy for trying. I mean," —Steve whistles, looking you up and down, but he can't commit to his skit, and he cracks a smile— "hot damn, look at you."

"Come here," you say.

Steve's smile turns smug. He dodges the small margarita puddles on the way and leans down to kiss you, his hands on your face, a spritely peck that turns to kisses all over your left cheek. "Was the drink okay?" he asks, rubbing at your cheek with his thumb when he's done.

You meet his eyes. Sugary brown, little flecks of honey crushed as his pupil grows bigger the longer he looks at you. "It's nice. I like your margaritas more than the store bought. Thank you, honey."

"Oh," he hums, kissing you again. "You're welcome."

"Daddy," Dove says simply.

Steve knows what she wants, he can read their wants and needs from less, scooping her up to perch on the end of the couch. She can still fit into the curve of one arm if she tries.

"Let me guess, you wanted a margarita," Steve teases, sliding a hand under her shirt to tickle her tummy.

She laughs but ultimately protests, waiting for Steve to kiss her. He noses at her forehead, kissing her temple softly. "Better?" he asks.

She settles in his arms and turns back to the TV, content.

"See? You're not the only one in high demand."

You sit back and beg him with your eyes to do the same. Steve does so immediately, shoulder to shoulder with you, pressing the tip of his nose to your cheek. Bethie wriggles in your arms and Avery asks about dinner, but for a few silly seconds, it's just you and Steve.

"Love you. You look really, really pretty today. I had to tell you," Steve says.

You reach out to squeeze Avery's hand to show you've heard her question. "I love you too, Stevie. Thank you." You make me feel really, really pretty.

Especially when he says it like that. Three kids and he acts as though you're pretty enough for an urgent telling. Steve would tell you you're even prettier than the day he met you, and he's consistent enough that you genuinely believe it. He's your number one fan, and you're his.

"Takeout?" you ask.

Steve's eyes glow with love. "Did I mention that you're beautiful?"

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dhampling · 2 months

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bramble jam girl!dadstarion, <1k

“I thought it’d be nice! Everyone likes jam!” “In what realm would we need this much jam?” - (x reader) christening this most inaugural of dadstarion fridays with the most fang-rottingly sweet fluff i could muster. enjoy! w/c: 700+

He kneels next to her with a pensive furrow, the critical moment; small wooden spoon in hand nudging little closed lips smeared already in a sticky purple.

Bated breath.

Astarion taps as her mouth remains closed. She looks at him with the same half-baked incredulous look he gives you - a firm ‘no’, with notes of why would you even ask me to do this, you freak?

“Come on! It’s delicious. Look!”

He lifts the spoon to his own mouth and pokes his tongue just past his lips, darting briefly into the bizarre gloop.

The resulting wince is priceless. It tastes of nothing to him; of cinders and dead syrup. The wobble of a smile as he aims to convince her that whatever the spoon yields is lovely wrapped in a deeply unsatisfied ‘mmm’.

Looks at him with genuine disgust. She’s too perceptive.

Behind his back the kitchen sits a picture of disarray - spattered in bramble pulp and dotted with various wooden stirrers, bubbling cauldron atop the stove, littered granules of sugar now crystalline on both the countertop and your floor.

“What is this?” You break your cover, his head whipping round to find yours sheepishly.

“I made jam! She won’t eat it.”

A feeble quirk of his lips. Whoopsie!

“Why would she eat plain jam?”

“Why wouldn’t she! Yummy jam! Yum!” He speaks in a sing-song lilt, cracking in sleep-deprivation.

“Why have you used all my brambles on said jam?”

The tar-like brew looks awful. Thick and dark, smelling of dark sugar and burnt lemon. He winces once more.

“I thought it’d be nice! Everyone likes jam!”

“In what realm would we need this much jam?”

The shoulders sag and he stands from his kneel, tilting his head to look at her and putting the spoon on the bare table. You fight the instinct to roll your eyes knowing full well he won’t be the one wiping the sticky spot later.

“I don’t know! Jam!”

Hands wide around his head, a tired smile wracked with mirth. Eyes round.

He tried. He really did try. Recipe book pages open on the side now splattered with maroon fruit juice. The air is thick with the smell of sugar. You take a spoon from the silverware drawer and try a little straight from the pan, blowing the purple globule to cool it; and it isn’t bad in the slightest.

Not particularly good, granted, but he’s neglected the aromatics - you presume because his target audience is just breaching a year old. You clear your throat in preparation for the most saccharine baby voice you can muster.

“Little love! Look!”

You take the spoon from Astarion and suckle on the cool jam, smiling animatedly and nodding in visible contentment. A joyous ‘mmm’.

She watches on with genuine awe. Nods along. Her own attempt at a ‘mmm’ sounding more like a kitten mewl. Chubby fingers reaching for your spoon in little bunny bounces until her face looks to be on the verge of crumpling with want.

He watches on in amazed resent, eyes soft.

“She can tell you don’t like it. That’s why she doesn’t want it.”

You refill her spoon from the pot and blow over it for a minute or two while he lifts her gently from the ornate baby chair and brings her little form over.

“That was witchcraft. I’m calling in on the nearest guild of mage-breakers first thing, you know.” He whispers as she burbles and reaches out for your warm hands. You press a small kiss to the high of his cheekbone.

She grabs messily for the spoon as you bring it to her lips. Opens wide in anticipation of ‘the red dragon’; one of the smallest seeds on top of the gloopy pile christened after Lae’zel with both you and Astarion wailing in mock horror as she eats your long-time friend. Her little laugh is like a singing bell, the messy flicks of her tongue as she relishes the taste and bounces in his arms.

“No. She simply just reveres you. Why would she eat something if she knows you don’t like it? Clearly something of a tastemaker in those little eyes.” You smile at him with a slow blink.

He looks to you and back to her with the warmth of a Kythorn highsun. Rests his head atop yours.

#my writing #dadstarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #fluff #bg3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion baldurs gate #dadstarion fridays

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desceros · 4 months

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oops you got something between your fingers there, let me get that for you real quick <3

evil evil evil evil evil evil strikes back out of self defense

It's not too uncommon that you wait for him to come home. Not only has his shitty apartment all but become a second home to you, but he's started making little jokes that you aren't completely sure are really jokes about you moving in with him instead.

As such, he doesn't say anything when he comes in through the door and finds you sitting at his kitchen table, scrolling through your phone looking at the cute dog pictures April's sending you from her latest venture to make ends meet as a dog walker. Not until you look up and smile as you see him, putting your phone down because he's infinitely more interesting.

"Why aren't you sitting on the couch where it's softer?" he asks, slowly stripping the outside world from himself as he gets close. His swords. His belt of medical supplies you keep stocked up nicely for him. A bag whose contents you don't know, but judging from the care with which he puts it down on the counter, you suspect is quite valuable.

"I thought you'd be hungry when you got back," you tell him, gesturing at a tupperware of food you'd brought over from the lair. Leo still doesn't have a decent set of pans, and you've forbidden him from buying any since you can cook just as well at the lair and bring things over. (You're surprised he's held out this long; though you suspect it may be because he has a not-too-incorrect mental image of Donnie's pissy face when he smells you cook something nice and learns it's for Leonardo, not him.)

Leo sits at the table adjacent to you, popping off the lid. It's still warm, thankfully, and his face gets a little softer when he starts to dig in like he's starving. He doesn't compliment it, but you don't need him to. The way he goes quiet, not even speaking in the interest of eating the stir fry you'd tossed together, is all the feedback you need.

Smiling fondly, you grab into the bag you'd brought and pull out an orange. Slowly, you start to peel it, piece by piece. The oil of the rind clings to your skin, making the air between you fragrant with citrus. All the way down to the juicy flesh, until you split it in half, then pluck out a single piece.

Reaching out between Leo's bites, you hold the piece between your fingers. He stares at it for a moment, glancing between it and your face, then opens his mouth so you can slide it inside.

"This was a really yummy batch," you tell him as he chews, eyes falling down to where you peel away another piece. It has a little string on it, which you pick away lovingly before holding out to him just like the one before. "Nice and juicy. I was surprised, considering the time of year."

Leo takes the second piece in his mouth, and the next time you look down to the orange to pull him away another piece, you feel the weight of his stare on the side of your face and the apartment falls silent. No longer do his chopsticks scratch away at the tupperware.

Still, you persist, relentless in your affectionate care. "I've been saving the peels to make a nice cleaning spray. Apparently, you can put them in a bottle with a bit of vinegar, and it smells really nice and works pretty well," you continue to ramble. You hold out another piece. He leans in, his teeth finding the soft flesh with a heavier purpose now. You avoid meeting his gaze, torn between enjoying this little dance and not wanting it to end too quickly.

Another piece hovers in the air, and this time, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and holds it in place. You look up, startled, only to stare with wide eyes as he slides your fingers and the orange slice into his mouth together. His tongue finds the fruit and brings it to his teeth, splitting it open and coating his mouth and your fingers with its sweet juice. Messily, it beads down your palm, to your wrist, tickling even as your breath catches in your throat when he glides his tongue along the webbing of your fingers to catch its origin. Hot, wet, he licks at your skin, suckling the love off of you like it's the waters of the fountain of life itself.

Your mouth falls open as his teeth scrape at your palm, the hitched breath coming out of your lungs on a jagged sound that sounds a bit like a whine in the dead air between you. Mouth curling into a smug smirk, he kisses down the line of the orange juice to your pulse, bending your hand back and sinking his teeth into your wrist hard enough to leave a mark.

It's then that you finally meet his gaze, and see in it the dangerous flame you'd stoked. You swallow thickly, pressing your thighs together beneath the table. Silly you to forget that it's always the little gestures that drive him the most mad.

Trailing his tongue up your hand to flick it between your fingers, Leo groans, squeezing his eyes shut like the taste of you wounds him. Maybe it does, in a way, you think, feeling the almost painful ache of your own arousal that he so easily calls to the surface.

Licking your lips, clumsy from the rushing blood beneath your skin when he slides your fingers into his mouth and begins to suck on them while bobbing his head slowly, you reach with shaking fingers to pull away another piece of the orange. When Leo looks at you—no doubt visibly affected, dilated pupils, bitten lips, chest rising with your accelerated breath—he chuckles before sinking his teeth into the flesh of your palm, lathing it with his tongue before he releases you.

"How many more do you think you'll be able to share before you break for me, mi corderita?" he asks slyly, taking the piece from you and resting it on your spit-soaked fingers, gliding them into his mouth to begin the process all over again to send you into a hazy, needy state.

The answer, you'll later bemoan as you stare, stunned, completely fucked out, at the ceiling of his bedroom with a familiar full-body ache and the smell of oranges strong in your nose, is one.

#ask tag #[said with love] you're a menace. consider this me walking up to you and slipping a grenade with heart stickers on it into your pants #blurple villain au #leonardo/reader #my fic #rating: m

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waughymommy · 1 month

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OK sissies it's time to take your medicine, don't worry I can help you through this procedure if you are nervous, as there is really nothing to be scared about. Everyone has to try it at least once in a while and statistically speaking you will have already tasted cum at some point in your life, you just haven't been aware of it yet. Like previously I will split it up into 3 separate classes of comfort but in time if you go back to redo this task in time I do expect you to eventually move up from doing the easier tasks to doing the more daring ones.

The first stage for those of you out there who are nervous about trying it, I need you to do a few things In preparation for the task. I need you to go and get a bottle of some pineapple juice and drink half of it about 4-5 hours before completing the task I have for you to do, as the pineapple juice will make your seman taste a little sweeter. Dont forget to save a glass of it for when I say you need it. Now when the 4-5 hours are up, I want you to find a nice quiet relaxing room to sit back in comfort where you will be undisturbed by anybody so that you can carry out the task on your own so you feel safe and not judged on what you will be doing. I then would like for you to take a condom (preferably a flavoured condoms if you can get one) and place it over your clitty so that it can collect all of your sissy cummies when it's time to produce them. They I want you to pleasure yourself and spill your seeds into the condom, you can pleasure yourself to whatever you choose as long as it arouses you the most so you can produce your yummy cummies. Once you have finished I would like you to remove the condom being extra careful not to drop any cummies and then wait 5 or 10 minutes for the post nut clarify to fade away and it is time. I then want you to pour some of the pineapple juice into the condom to fill it up about half way, this is done to help dilute the cummies and allow you to be easily able to drink it down. Then it's just as easy as tilting your head back closing your eyes and quickly pouring it into your mouth and down the back of your throat. It really is as simple as that, no one but you will know that you have done it and you will be so proud that you have finally gotten over the fear of eating your own cum. Not only that but you will have made me proud of you also for facing your fears and realising that there is nothing to be afraid of.

The second tier will be a bit more challenging, for this task you going to need a condom, a dildo, a traffic warden and a pogo stick, I'm just fucking with you, no that's tomorrow 😉. No for this task you will just need to cum in a condom and drink it out in public, now you can either drink it straight out of the condom or you can secretly pour the condom into a cup of your chosen beverage and drink it out whilst out amongst the public. The difficult bit however is you have to be out drinking it with someone you know, who isn't aware of what you are doing. Good luck 😘

The third tier is the most challenging you have to go out with a person of your choosing and give them a blowjob in a public restroom have them cum all over you. You are then to scoop it off of your face and eat it, but if any lands in your hair or goes on your clothes you have to leave it on them without washing it off until you get home after remaining out in public for at least another hour.

I hope you enjoy carrying out these tasks and remember you can always reach out to me with any ideas or concerns you have, And If You're Very Serious About Having Me as Your Mistress/Mommy, MESSAGE ME SO WE CAN GET STARTED BABY 😘😘😘😘😘💦🍼💗❣️❣️🥰

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plussizeficchick · 1 year

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Romantic Lover| Bakudeku x Chubby! Reader

Its the long awaited part 2 y’all! Sorry it took so long but I needed to get the thoughts together😂loosely based on the Eyedress song of the same name. Part 1

Warnings: death(nothing too explicit)double penetration, reader uses she/they pronouns.

Katsuki Bakugo is never one to be intimidated. Ever since he was born, he’d been told he was destined for greatness and while the compliments were nice, they never felt meaningful.

If Bakugo was being honest, he couldn’t give a shit about what anybody thought of him.

Then you had to come along.

Things were going just great for him too, you know? He was top of his class, he was improving rapidly with his quirk and most importantly, he was better than fucking Deku and he knew it!

But then you showed up, with your big, round eyes and cute chubby cheeks. You with your soft, plushy waist that he just wanted to hold onto with his rough, calloused hands. You with your deliciously thick thighs that he just wanted to suck, and bite and kiss.

You, who’s compliments mean more to him than anything in the world.

But you’re always with fucking Deku!

There’s never a moment where his head is not up your ass and you’re too fucking naive to notice!

But he’s not, and he’s gonna do something about it.

— —

Izuku used to consider himself a people person.

Always willing to lend a hand, be a shoulder to cry on, he was never one to turn someone away, stranger or not.

But then, you strolled back into town.

Izuku remembers your time together growing up. Truthfully, it shaped him into the hero-in-training he is today. He always admired your strength, your ability to block out people that always seemed to have something to say about you.

If Izuku was being honest with himself, he liked you a lot.

But now.

Oh, but now, he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you.

He still remembers seeing you on your first day back, he’d always had an unconscious habit of strolling by your grandparents house, on the off chance that’d he see you in the same yard you used to play in, when he saw you.

You’d filled out, quite nicely, if he does say so himself. Wide hips that he was sure would feel like heaven to hold, yummy thick thighs that he just wanted to sandwich his head between, lapping up the juices of the fattest, prettiest cunt he’s sure to ever exist. Plump lips that he’s wanted to kiss ever since he was a kid.

You were gorgeous. And he had to talk to you.

— —

Once you’d settled back into town, Izuku made it a point to always see you. At first, his friends wondered where he was running off to, then they had the “smart” idea to follow him one day and that’s when they stumbled upon you.

Izuku couldn’t explain it, but for some reason, when he’d been practically forced to introduce you to his friends, he felt a burning pit in his stomach. He felt annoyed, vexed, because you were no longer just his. He knew his friends, knew that they’d want to see you and be around you. You just had that kind of energy, you were someone people gravitated toward.

And Izuku didn’t like that.

But what could he do? It’s not like he can just steal you away.

Could he?

No, no. That wouldn’t do. It’d only make you dislike him, and he really, really wants you to like him.

So he’s willing to share you, for now.

— —

It isn’t even a few months into you meeting Izuku’s friends that he and Bakugo start competing for your affection. You’re having lunch with Izuku? Fine, but you’re having dinner with Kat. Bakugo treating you to a cute brunch in the park? Nice, Izuku’s got a whole evening planned with your favorite activities involved. And the compliments, they’re practically never ending with those two. Where Izuku’s are more upbeat and hopeful, Katsuki’s are more aggressive and abrasive but they’re so authentically them, that you don’t mind at all!

It’s finally a week where they’ve completely run out of ideas that Izuku comes to Katsuki with the idea. “Why don’t we just share them?” He says to Katsuki when they’re on their way to their respective internships. “Hah? They’re not a fucking toy, Deku. We can’t just-” “Why not, Kaachan? It’s obvious we both like her. And I’d rather work with you and keep away other people than have to compete with you and other guys.” Bakugo contemplates his words before coming to a decision. “Alright, fuckin’ nerd. I’ll work with you, but you remember; we fuck her together, so you better not try to get your fuckin’ shrimp dick wet before I do.” He scowls before extending his hand. Izuku brightens at his compliance and shakes his hand, the final nail in the coffin.

— —

If the boys were being honest with themselves, this was a lot harder than they’d originally anticipated.

Not necessarily the working together, they actually got on really well, more than Katsuki would like to admit considering he was starting to feel things for the dork and vice versa, but it was more so everyone else.

Whenever they’re with you they can’t help but notice that people are always looking at you. Granted, you did dress less modest than others your size but who cares? So you’ve got more skin to show, it’s not anything to gander at. While you’re under the impression that the stares you garter are of judgment, the boys can see the true nature of their looks. They can see the underlying desire, the lust brewing in the eyes of men, women and everything in between. They’re familiar because they see that look in each others eyes every time they’re around you.

It disgusts them.

They’re the only ones allowed to gaze at you in such a way, the only ones allowed to bask in your presence.

They’ve got some work to do.

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You’re nervous.

For the past few weeks, there have been back to back murders and the most unsettling part, is that they all happen at places that you frequent. That cute little bakery with the super nice barista who sometimes gives you a treat for free? Yeah, that same barista was found dead not even five feet away from the place. That nice, cozy grocery store just a few yards from your house with the sweet cashier that asked for your number? Her body was found in the freezer of that same store.

And the most recent? Your dear friend, Ochako recently came over to confess her growing feelings for Izuku.

You were a bit sad, sure, considering you also had feelings for the freckled man but you encouraged her and spent your night wallowing in self pity.

So you thought, that this Halloween party would help boost the spirits of you and your friends. You’d never anticipated it’d end like this!

Or did you?

— —

“Hey, I’m talking to ya. Or are ya too fucked to even pay attention.” Katsuki coos to you. You whine, the pressure of the head of his cock hitting you deliciously. “Be nice, Kaachan. She just came three times.” Izuku hushes, peppering wet kisses up and down your neck. Izuku wasn’t going to lie, his cock felt like it was near bursting the way your hole was squeezing him. He could barely move! But he didn’t have to worry about that too much with the way Katsuki was practically bouncing you on their cocks.

“Fuckin’ creaming my dick, baby. Y’like that? Feel good?” Katsuki grunts into your ear. You can barely form a response, only able to nod and form incoherent babbles. “S’good ‘Suki. Izu. Making me feel s’good. Gonna-” “That’s it, sweetheart. You close?” Izuku asks, already knowing the answer. The way your holes were clamping down on both of them had them practically breathless, but they needed you to cum first.

Katsuki reaches down to where you both connect and gathers some of the wetness collected there. “So. Fucking. Gooddd.” He groans, using his now lubricated fingers to circle your clit, the bud practically twitching under his ministrations. “Fuck! Kat, Izu, gonna- please!” You cry out. You don’t even know what you're begging for. Less, more, it’s all blurring together in the haze of your orgasm. Izuku pulls your chubby cheeks to look at him, puckering your lips in the process, “Cum, baby. Make a mess of us. It’s all yours.” You don’t know why, but it’s those words that triggers the hardest orgasm you think you’ve ever had. Your cunt spasms around their lengths as you milk their cocks for all their worth.

It doesn’t take long before their thrusts turn sloppy and they’re filling you up with their seed. It’s warm and has your tummy turning in the best way and it takes everything in you to keep in the rush of cum threatening to spill out.

The boys collapse on either side of you, not before wetting a cloth and running it through your folds and giving you a quick snack and tons of praise.

You almost don’t want to, but you know you have to address the elephant in the room. “So, you guys were behind all those murders?” You ask. You feel them stiffen, but you’re quick to reassure them. “I’m not upset or anything! I guess I’m just trying to understand why.” Katsuki scoffs, before pulling you further into his arms. “Cause your fucking ours. And it’s gonna stay that way.” He says with finality. You nod, but there’s still something bothering you, “But what about Ochako? She didn’t have any interest in me.” Izuku blinks one eye open, content being snuggled into your side. “Well we can’t have you thinking someone has a chance with either of us, can we?” You nod and watch as both of your boys settle into you. However you can’t help the smirk that makes it’s way to your face.

Silly boys, don’t they know the coach shouldn’t leave their playbook out in the open?

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intimidating-fettuccine · 3 months

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could you write a soft scenario of poly lj and jason please?

just a quiet morning at the mansion where the 3 of them wake up and have breakfast together (with Y/N preparing their favorite meals)

I had to do HCs instead of a scenario, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. I really enjoyed this request :)

It's one of those rare mornings where the three of you are able to sleep in, where none of you have any obligations for the day and you're free to rest and relax as much as you'd like. They often wake up before you as they don't technically need sleep, and so they rest beside you in a dormant state, waiting for you to finally wake up, waiting for your arms to wrap around them, for you to snuggle up to them and for the three of you to embrace and cuddle up. It's everyone's favorite way to wake up, and delightfully saccharine kisses will be shared as the three of you procrastinate leaving the warmth of bed, content to just rest and enjoy each other's company.

Everyone else in the mansion is hustling and bustling about, and so you all take your time to have a likelier chance to have the kitchen to yourselves, and luckily this morning you do. You all make your way there, dressed in the fancy matching robes Jason made for all of you. Jason will take his place at one of the kitchen islands, Jack will pour the three of you some orange juice, and you will set up shop at the counter to start prepping some pancake batter, as it has become a tradition to have some nice, fluffy pancakes on days like today. The two of them will sit at the island, having idle chitchat with you as you prep breakfast and begin to cook it, with you standing across from them and leaning over the kitchen island to exchange some smooches when you get the chance. When the pancakes are almost done, Jason always preps toppings, ranging from different fruits to whipped cream, and chocolate, strawberry, or maple syrups.

The three of you will sit at the kitchen island in peace together, shoulder to shoulder as you indulge in the yummy pancakes together, customizing them all as you go. Jack often likes to brighten up the morning with some jokes, and Jason prefers to start off his days with different gossip and drama he's found floating around lately, and you're content to rest between them and comment on the different topics they bring up. Some mornings, like this one, Jason likes turning on some calming, relaxing jazz for all of you to listen to, taking breaks in your conversation for the delightful ambiance of the music to wash over you. You're in no rush to eat or clean up, taking your time and relaxing in the comfort of each other's company.

Sometimes Jack might make you all some hot coco after breakfast if you and Jason are craving it, and you'll all retreat back to Jason's room to freshen up and get dressed for the day, whether in usual clothes or pajamas more suited for lounging about the mansion, and you'll curl up on his large sofa together, hot chocolate in hand as you rest together. These are the best mornings for the three of you, where there are no plans or expectations, where you all go with the flow at a relaxed pace and just take your time together, letting it pass gently and slowly. Maybe you'll go out later, or maybe you'll stay curled up and turn on a movie or a show, or perhaps just lay there in quiet peace. There are no expectations on a day like today, and those are the most wonderful of days the three of you think to yourselves, indulging in some of Jason's sweets and freeing yourselves of any worries. It's rare that days like today happen, and you're grateful for every single one you get. The romantic peaceful nature of resting together like this is treasured by all of you, and you find yourself hoping for time to freeze for just a bit longer as you listen to the two of them get into a silly little disagreement about things that don't even matter, as Jason sighs and Jack laughs, both of them curling around you. Today is a day for love, rest, and care, and you'll all take advantage of that.

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homeofhousechickens · 2 months

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I had an older rooster who started being really aggressive and I had to cull him. Highly recommend slow cooking with oil, a little lemon juice, salt, and some pepper. By slow cooking I mean really low and slow. By the end the meat was falling off the bone. I used the juice to make rice to serve it on. Yummy.

I actually can't really slow cook my serama. They are way to small! They cook really fast and are pretty delicate. Here is a batch of cockerels I culled a long time ago, you can see why I want to cross in breeds to add more meat to these scrawny things. What's nice about these guys though is you get like 2 personal chickens to eat lol 😆 I prefer using the meat in soup though

#carcass #animal death #butchering

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kitchenwitchtingss · 9 months

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WITCHY SAGE SKEWERS

They've got witches at the barbeque now????

I rarely ever see witchy grilling recipes for summer, so when in doubt, make your own!

The witchy part comes from the seasonings mostly, but also the intentions. Any food cooked with good intentions goes much farther than that with none.

That being said, sage, rosemary, black pepper, and thyme are kinda like the go-to bad vibes be gone type herbs lol.

I use bok choy and yellow squash in this recipe, but you can totally use whatever vegetables you have on hand at the time.

Oh! You could also try to spice the recipe up by subbing the butter for some sort of BBQ sauce. Sounds yummy.

INGREDIENTS (seasoning measurements are just suggestions):

4 chicken thighs, skinless + boneless (can be substituted for pork, tofu, or any fatty meats)

1 yellow squash, washed.

1 bunch of bok choy, washed.

1/2 tbsp Dried Sage

2 cloves Garlic, Minced

2 tsp Ground Thyme

1.5 tsp Black pepper

1 tsp Onion powder

1 tsp brown sugar (you don't need it if you don't really want anything too sweet)

1 tsp honey (or more brown sugar)

1 tsp salt (plus more for the chicken)

0.5 tbsp Paprika (plus another half for the butter)

1 tsp Dried Rosemary

1/4 cup (4 tbsp) Unsalted Butter

Zest of half an orange (if you don't like orange, you could use lemon instead.)

1 tsp orange juice (or more to taste)

You can add lemon juice if you like a little more tang along with the orange juice

PREP: Mince garlic, soak wooden skewers, wash veggies. Slice yellow squash vertically into thin slices, along with bok choy, slicing vertically across the center. Set aside.

DIRECTIONS

Cut chicken thighs into about one-inch pieces. Season chicken thighs with salt, pepper, paprika, brown sugar, ground sage, and onion powder. Massage chicken until coated nicely. I like them pretty seasoned but really it's up to you!

Soak wooden skewers in water for at least 12 minutes so they don't burn on the grill.

In a bowl, combine mix melted butter, minced garlic, onion powder, salt, paprika thyme, black pepper, honey, and rosemary together in a bowl. Add in orange zest and a tsp of orange juice. I also added a little bit of lemon juice. Set aside.

Toss chicken thighs, bok choy, and yellow squash in olive oil.

To assemble skewers, string on a piece of bok choy, gently folded over itself a couple of times, and pierced through to keep it folded on the skewer. Then, string on a piece of chicken. Next with your thinly sliced yellow squash fold that over just like the bok choy. You could also cut it into bite-size pieces and pierce right through it without needing to fold it over itself. Repeat this pattern until the skewer is full.

Heat the grill, clean the grates, and oil them. On medium high-ish heat, cook the skewers on each side for 5 minutes. Each time you flip the skewer, brush on your sage butter sauce. Make sure the chicken is done before taking it off the grill. It could take more than 5 minutes on each side to cook. To be safe, I cook them for another 3-4 minutes after flipping both sides.

Take off the grill and brush with more sauce if desired!

Enjoy! I made these with some herb-crusted potato wedges and grilled peach salad. They were delightful.

RECIPE NOTES:

I love skewers because you can put any fruits, veggies, and meat on it, and it works. A fun lunch idea is to skewer some peaches, cook them slightly on the grill, and throw it into some sort of salad. Very tasty lol.

I like using Bok Choy because it's very absorbent, and any marinade you put it in, it will soak up all the flavor. Just be careful not to share it on the grill.

Yellow squash is also what I use in this recipe, but the good thing about skewers is that you can use any vegetable. The more colorful, the more fun!

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naturesapphic · 3 months

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Movie night

Melanie martinez x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cussing, fingering, making out, and fluff :)

“Come on y/n/n! I have movie on!” Melanie yelled out to you, her girlfriend, and you came skipping down the stairs and had a cover in your hands. “I’m coming! Do you have the snacks and drinks? I have a cover for us to share and cuddle!” You exclaimed happily and Melanie gave you a big smile in return. “Yeah the snacks and drinks are here babygirl. Come on sit down with me bug.” She urged you as she patted the space on the couch in front of her. You smiled as you went over to her and sat down right on her lap causing her arms to circle your waist and pull you closer to her. You got comfortable in her arms and she grabbed the remote and pressed play.

As y’all were watching the movie, Melanie kept moving her hands all over your body, you thought nothing of it at first but her hands got underneath your shirt and started upwards toward your breasts. “Mfm…m-Mel..?” You questioned and she simply shushed you. “Don’t worry about me bug. Be a good girl and Keep watching the movie.” You let out a small whimper and nodded your head which caused her to smile. After a few moments, her gentle hands came up to your soft breasts and started massaging them in her hands which made you let out a soft gasp. Melanie smirked at your reaction and kept massaging them as you leaned into her body more which gave her access to your neck.

She started placing open mouthed kisses and started pulling on nipples. She kept going and you bucked your hips up which gained Melanie’s attention. “Awww is my little bunny getting needy? Does she need my fingers to fill up her little pussy?” She teased you as she whispered in your ear and you moaned out. “P-please Mel…I need you!” You whined out and kept lifting your hips in the air to get her attention and to chase after any pleasure you can receive. “Well since you asked so nicely…” she stated and gently pushed your hips down with her hands and started rubbing you over your shorts and underwear. You kept making little noises as she continued to rub your pussy and decided that she needed to feel you.

“Lift up your hips for me bug. Let me get these clothes off of you.” She stated and you lifted your hips up as Melanie took your shorts off along with your now soaked underwear. Her fingers immediately went to your soaked lips and pulled them apart gently using her index and ring finger. “Mmm…look how wet you are babygirl…I bet you taste like cherry pie…” she whispered hotly in your ear as she gathered some of your juices on her fingers and lifted them up to her plump lips. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue along her soaked fingers and moaned out. “Fuck baby…you taste so sweet and yummy…I could eat you all day…” she said as she licked the shell of your ear and went down to your neck.

Her fingers went away from your aching clit to your pulsating hole that was practically begging for her fingers. As she sunk her middle finger in your hole, she used her other hand to grab your throat and turn you towards her as she gently shoves her tongue down your throat. You moan into her mouth and bucked your hips up as she started fingering you at a face pace. She started sucking on the wet muscle in your mouth and she added another finger into your aching hole. “Mhmp!” You moaned and she pulled away from your face and gave you a innocent look as she keeps pounding into you. She leans down to where your breast were and gently takes a nipple in her mouth.

She looks up at you with doe eyes as she flicks her tongue over your nipple a few times then goes back to sucking on the hard bud. “Mm’gonna cum! Please!” You begged and she released your nipple from her lips with a loud pop. “Cum.” She stated and went back to your nipple and fingered you at the fastest pace she could go and soon enough you were squirting everywhere and came on her skilled fingers. She continued to pump her fingers in and out a few times to help you calm down and relax from your intense orgasm. She pulls away from your breast and gives you a loving kiss as she pulls her fingers out which made you whimper at the loss of the fullness they gave you. “F-fuck…thank you Mel…” you thanked her breathlessly and she gave you a giddy smile. “Anytime bug. You know I love pleasuring you and making you feel good and plus you taste so damn good!” She giggled out and you joined in with her.

“Well thank you again baby.” You thanked her once again and she gave you a smile back in return. She helped you put back on your shorts and underwear and helped her settle back onto her lap so y’all can finish the movie. You love spending time with you melly, especially when it gets naughty. ( ;) )

A/n: I hope the person who requested this likes it and I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

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luveline · 9 months

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hi sweetheart , ur amazing , was wondering if you could write an eddie & roan fic , where whereas eddie was in the hospital that one time , its r’s turn , not to serious but definitely something youd fine yourself worrying about ! and ed and roanie r so worried , sorta like the scene from the work trip 🥹

PLS i love u angel

thank you for your request, ilove u! eddie and roan —dad!eddie juggles his daughter roan, nearly step mom!you, and his own rollercoaster emotions when you end up in hospital for a few days. 4k

cw hospital stay, seizure recovery, temporary paralysis

Eddie's never been this tired in his entire life, and he can't sleep.

He looks up at his bedroom ceiling (your ceiling, your house), hands under his back in the same clothes he wore yesterday. She'll worry if I show up looking like a slob, he thinks eventually, getting up to shower. The last thing he wants to do when he can't take care of you is take care of himself, but he has to, because that's what you'd want if you were home.

Roan is stirring by the time he's dressed again. He tugs his socks on and walks across the landing, residual steam from the bathroom warming the air, his hair dripping a cool path down his back.

He creeps over a mess of things that hasn't been touched in two days. Roan's eyes fly open at the sound, but she sees him and they squint to a more sluggish expression, little hands rubbing sleep from her eyelashes.

Eddie thinks maybe she thought he was you.

"Hey, bubby," he says, as loving and bubbly as he can manage, "did you have a nice sleep?"

"Can we go see Y/N now?" she asks hoarsely.

Eddie sits on the side of her bed and pulls her effortlessly into his lap. She's boiling from the sheets, her hair curled tight at her neck from the heat.

"Remember what I said yesterday about visiting hours?" He strokes hair from her face gently, an arm wrapped around her waist to say I'm here. "They won't let us in until nine, and it's not eight yet."

He drops his nose into her hair.

"Maybe we can go get a really yummy breakfast," he suggests, thinking about you. You're probably awake, and if he's lucky you've eaten your own breakfast, but it's more likely you've refused it if you're as lethargic as you were yesterday.

"I don't want diner burgers anymore," Roan says.

Eddie gives her a kiss and her back a rub. "No, I bet you don't. Sorry, sweetheart, it's not nice having the same foods for two days in a row, is it? That's my fault."

"It's okay. Let's make waffles."

He kisses her forehead, taking a contemplative breather, just the two of them in their quiet house, her body a familiar weight in his lap. The sun is up and shining through her window, sunlight across the floor and her spilled toybox. It doesn't quite reach them on the bed, and Eddie snorts at it. Of course it doesn't. Home without you isn't sunny.

"Waffles," he agrees.

They make waffles with leftover strawberries and squirty cream. Roan is perky enough to want to have some straight from the can, giggling a storm when he plops a dollop of it onto her nose. He gets her ready as she eats, brushing her knotty hair and changing her pyjamas for a striped long sleeve shirt, wool leggings, and a dungaree dress you'd begged him to buy for her. The front pocket sports a small embroidered Russian doll.

She should've had a bath, but it's getting on, and Eddie wants to get to Hawkins General dead on visiting time. She's not dirty, just her hair isn't as nice as it could be. He figures the universe will forgive him.

He really has to see you.

Getting Roan into the car rehashes a fresh memory. The day before yesterday… things should've been normal. Eddie was walking out of the shop, keys swinging around his finger ready to see his girls for your usual Friday plans: movies on the couch until one or all of you falls asleep. He's thinking kettle corn, a sheet of a dozen donuts, a gallon of Roan's favourite grapefruit juice and maybe another punnet of strawberries so she can dip them in chocolate and sugar.

But Wayne jogged out after him calling his name. There was a phone call from your work, your coworker frantic.

Eddie blinks and shoves his keys into the car, listening to the engine sputter, trying to focus. A tonic-clonic seizure, seven minutes counted before it stopped. You were already in the ambulance when they called.

"What do I do?" Eddie'd asked, frozen to the spot. His heart pounding unsteadily in his chest, the image of you in convulsions behind his eyes. "What do I–"

"You go to the hospital," Wayne said, because of course that's what he had to do.

Wayne vowed to pick up Roan and Eddie got in the car. His hands shook so bad he couldn't turn the key at first, but he managed it, and he got to Hawkins General in one piece, and he didn't panic at the reception desk asking if you'd been checked in yet.

Eddie doesn't think he'd described you as looking small before, but you looked small. They laid you out in a snug bed with square orange stickers on your head, chest, and arms, unconscious. You didn't wake up for hours.

And that was normal, Eddie reminds himself now, the car huffing and puffing its way down roads he's been driving on for almost a decade now on autopilot. You had a standard generalised tonic-clonic seizure. It started from nowhere, though they later found your blood sugar had been very low. That was deemed the cause. Eddie blames himself for it in a hundred different ways, remembering that morning, how he'd made you late for work cuddling you when you should've been getting ready.

You skipped breakfast. He thought you'd have something on the way, but you never did.

It's my fault, he thinks, then and now, the same thought that's plagued him for three days.

"Do we wanna talk about how we feel today?" Eddie asks, tearing himself away from the aching remembered fear and back into the present. Five minutes until he gets to see you again, until he knows for sure you're alright.

"I feel okay. I want to see mom."

"We're almost there. You have your flowers from the back yard?"

Roan waves her picked daisies at him assuredly. Eddie hadn't thought to buy you flowers. He could barely manage the essentials; pyjamas, toothpaste and lip balm. He forgot to get you a toothbrush. He forgot underwear —he had to go back to the store. It was a disaster.

"What about scary feelings?" Eddie asks softly, reaching back to make a grab for her knee.

"You said she's okay now." Roan sits forward. "What if her arms stop working again?"

It was only one arm. You could've come home yesterday if you hadn't been experiencing a weakness called 'Todd's Paresis', a paralysis of the limbs. You slowly regained functionality of it throughout the day, but your headache and confusion remained.

Eddie thinks that was the worst part. You, in bed, crying because you didn't understand. His eyes burn and well with tears every time he thinks about it. Eddie, I feel sick, you'd mumbled tearfully, reaching for his arm, smudging his tattoos between your careless fingers, I don't know what's– why are we here?

But you were genuinely going to be fine, even if you were scared. In the same way Eddie's going to be okay, and Roan will be, too, as long as he makes sure this isn't hurting her as it's happening.

"Baby, I promise you her arms won't stop working again. When she had the seizure," —he doesn't like using a big word like that with her, only there's no alternative and she needs to know— "her brain was confused. It was confused for a couple of hours, 'n' when she woke up her body needed time to catch up." He doesn't know how true it is, but it's for Roan to understand her feelings, not to help her medicinal education. "When we said goodnight she could wave bye to us, yeah? So don't worry about mommy's arm."

"I'm worried about mommy's everything."

"Yeah?" Eddie feels a mixture of stress at her admission and relief as the hospital parking lot creeps into view. "You want to tell me?"

"What if she gets another one?"

"Another seizure?" Eddie asks, turning the wheel. All he has to do is drive into the lot and find a space without crashing.

"Will she have to come back to hospital?" Roan asks.

"Yeah, she would have to come back. But… okay, sometimes, people have lots of seizures all the time, and they aren't dangerous. Sometimes they are dangerous," he amends. "But lots of the time they're not. So if she did have more, I would make sure she didn't get hurt and we would have to be brave all over again. We can do that, can't we?"

He parks the car.

Roan doesn't look as though his explanation helped. Eddie's running on an empty tank, scrubbing his hands through half dried hair and wishing he was better at this. He gets out of the front seat and opens her door, unclicking her straps, helping her down onto her feet.

"Babe, I forgot your jacket," he says, surprised at himself as he realises she only has two layers. "Are you cold?"

She holds out her arms and assesses for herself. "I think so."

"You'll have to come inside my hoodie. Shall we do that?" he asks with a grin.

Eddie picks Roan up, has her cling to his neck, and zips his hoodie up over her body, their head sticking out of the hole all squished together. She's a laughing mess as they cross the lot and head into the main building of the hospital, infectiously happy as she calls him, "so silly, daddy."

They do look silly, but Eddie's glad he forgot her jacket. It's nice to hear her laughing like that after such a tough weekend, far from the one he'd pictured.

He tries to set her down after they've entered the elevator, but she won't go. He holds her tighter instead.

"We're going to be nice and quiet on the ward 'cos there are other grown ups here, and some of them are in a lot of pain," he reminds her.

"We should've brought flowers for everybody."

"How many do you have, sweetheart?" he asks, watching the floor number tick upward.

"I have, um." She pulls her hand back from his neck, four rumpled daisies choked in her fingers. "No, I can't give them to everyone else, I only have enough for mommy."

Eddie's noticed a very high ratio of 'mommy' when compared to Roan's usual mix these last few days. If anyone asks who her mom is she says it's you enthusiastically, but if she's talking to you face to face she'll call you whatever she feels like. Mom tends to come out more when she's tired, when she's feeling adored, or when she's upset, but that isn't to say she won't call you mom at random moments. Why is the window glass all blurry, mom? I didn't 'member to feed Lucky, mommy, you have to get the fish food. Mom, I need more soda.

Roan was too old when you met to mistake you for her mother. You're growing into the title. Roan's growing into using it.

"That's okay. You keep them all for mom," he whispers.

"We won't show anyone so they don't feel left out," she whispers back.

"Good plan."

When Wayne brought Roan by the first night, she was just happy to see you both. Unlike when Eddie burned his arm, you weren't alert enough to be in any pain, and so she didn't have to be scared of that. Wayne kept his cool when he picked her up, mitigating most of the panic she probably would've felt had Eddie been there. She wasn't happy to see you unwell, but she wasn't scared. She hasn't cried.

Eddie knows from experience that a lack of tears now doesn't mean they aren't coming.

You're sitting up in bed, showered, in a fresh pair of pyjamas with a cup of coffee held between two strong hands. You have a magazine on your knee. Even your hair looks nice. It's a goddamn miracle in Eddie's eyes —he nearly drops Roan.

"My Munsons!" you say happily, putting your coffee on the tray table wheeled over your bed. "What the heck, you told me you'd be here at nine and it's nine oh seven. I thought we loved each other?"

Oh thank fucking God, Eddie thinks. You're okay. You sound yourself again, no pain, no hazy confusion.

"You're conjoined," you say, smiling.

Eddie scrambles to unzip his jacket. Roan throws herself out of his arms and on to the end of your bed. You push your tray table and coffee sloshes everywhere in your rush to make room for her.

"Good morning," she says, slamming into you. Eddie winces at her force, and Roan must recognise her brutality, saying, "Sorry, I hugged you hard."

"That's okay, I like hard hugs," you say, wrapping your arms around her.

Eddie gets his knee on the mattress to grab you both in his own hug. Tears burn in his eyes. He doesn't have the wherewithal to blink them back, dropping his lips to your forehead. "I was so worried," he says, unable to hide how high and fraught his voice is.

"Eddie," you murmur softly. "My love, it's okay. I'm just fine, you didn't have to worry about me."

"But I did, you were–" He clears his throat. "I love you."

"I love you too," you say, your hand crawling up his front. You curve your palm around his neck. "Baby, I'm so sorry."

Eddie laughs and sniffs, sitting back on your bed to wipe his eyes with his wrist. His hands are shaking. "It's okay, it's alright. I don't want you sorry for nothing. We just wanted you to get better. Isn't that right, Ro?"

Roan picks her head up from your neck, tears pumping down her face.

Eddie's heart hurts seeing it, even if he was expecting it. You, on the other hand, hadn't had that foresight. You look at her like she's split you clean in two.

"Princess, what's the matter?" you implore, cuddling her back into your chest. "I know it's really scary being here, lovely girl, I know. It's okay."

Roan doesn't explain herself, just sobs little sobs into your shirt, clutching you as though she's worried you'll push her away.

Eddie puts his hand on her back.

"I'm sorry," you say softly, sounding weak yourself.

"Don't be sorry, are you kidding? It was my fault," Eddie says.

"What?"

"I made you late, you didn't eat breakfast–"

"Eddie–"

"Don't fucking say sorry–"

"Eddie," you say again, rubbing Roan's back. You give him a soft look.

"Sorry," he says. He takes a big breath, victim of an overflow of emotion.

Eddie slides further up the bed to get a better hold on Roan where she's being hugged. "I'm very sorry for cussing, baby. How are you feeling, huh? Happy to see mommy with both arms, is that it?"

"So happy," she sobs, pushing her lips closer to your ear and her flowers into your neck. "I brought you flowers to help you get better but you're better already."

Eddie doesn't know what to do besides pat her back and cling to you.

After a big healthy cry fest, you lay back in your pillows with Roan propped against your front, speaking at a much more acceptable volume considering your three neighbours in the room. You rub her back with one hand and feed her hard pretzels with the other, passing your pinky finger over her cheeks as a makeshift handkerchief to collect the last of her tears. Her daisies wilt in a cup of fruitless water on the nightstand.

"Is that what all the fuss was about? You worried daddy wasn't gonna enable your snack addiction?" you ask fondly,

"Dad gives me lots of snacks. We had Benny's two times yesterday and then we had ice cream with every topping for after dinner."

"I'm glad he's been spoiling you," you say.

"Too much Benny's, wasn't it?" Eddie prompts, meeting your eyes with a bemused grin, his head twitching with a headache that doesn't fit the mood. "She said to me before breakfast she didn't want any today. We had waffles in the waffle maker and blueberries and strawberries."

"With squirty cream," Roan says, opening her mouth wide for another pretzel.

You indulge her and feed her.

"You didn't enjoy burgers for lunch and dinner?" you ask.

"We had Reuben sandwiches and loaded fries for dinner, it wasn't as torturous as it sounds."

"It sounds delicious," you say, kissing Roan's pale forehead. "I wish I'd been there to steal all the bacon bits off of your fries. Now I'm better, maybe we can go and have them again, give me a fighting chance."

"No!" Roan says with a laugh.

"No? So selfish, Ro, you know I want whatever you're eating." You kiss her crown and adjust your arms around her.

"Now you're better, I think we should have the, um, the special curry dad makes with rice and peas."

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks. "Mom's better so dad can go back to his life of serfdom. That's awesome."

In actuality, Eddie would make you complicated, exhausting meals multiple times a day for the rest of your life if it meant you didn't end up here again. He has a strict breakfast plan forming in his mind as you speak.

"They said they were gonna check me one last time and if I'm okay I get to go home. Soon as the doctor can come and see me and make sure I look okay," you say, planing a pretzel past her mouth and into your own with a self satisfied smile.

"You look beautiful," Eddie says, squeezing your knee.

"Dad! I was going to say that!" Roan stands up from your lap and pushes him. "You steal everything!"

"I do not!

"You do! You stole my strawberry at breakfast and you took my soda straw last night!"

"I did do both of those things but that doesn't mean I steal everything," Eddie says, looking up into her face happily.

She has fire behind her eyes, even though her lashes are still wet and clumped together from her earlier tears. Roan harrumphs at him. "You do. You stole one of my gingersnap cookies–"

"Baby, those were mine. Uncle Wayne got them for me 'cos they're my favourites and I was upset," he says, laughing.

"Well. Why did you let me have them?"

Eddie finds her hand to roll her fingers. "Because I'm good at sharing, something you never learned how to do."

"Don't listen, bubby," you say, tipping pretzels into your mouth. "You're a good sharer."

In the end, the doctor comes by and tells you to stay until the shift changes for a last set of observations. Eddie and Roan stay just past visiting hours to wait with you, Roan now firmly wedged in his lap, you with his hoodie over your shoulders. In all the chaos, he didn't remember to bring your jacket either.

"This is why we're getting married," you say.

"Why, so someone remembers to put jackets on you both?" he asks ruefully, Roan in his lap, your bag packed and ready to go at your feet.

"No…" You tip your head toward your shoulder a touch. "Because you've done such a good job looking after me, sweetheart. You really have. Thank you for taking care of me."

"I think the hospital did all the looking after," he says.

He tries uselessly to shove down that awful feeling again. The memory of you prone in bed with your IV and your heart monitor beeping. It felt like it was beating behind his eyes.

It's easier to forget now you're feeling almost one hundred percent again. Your hand at his elbow, in your nice white and blue pyjamas, content to be going home again.

"That's not true… I can't imagine how tired you are right now. If it were you in here, for three days…"

"Only two," he says. "Today doesn't count."

"It absolutely counts."

You pout for a kiss that Eddie eagerly gives you. He kisses you, your cheek, your ear, a line of gratitude because he doesn't care how tired he is or how hard this was. You're better. You can rest at home.

"I'd be a mess. Don't feel bad about the jackets or start thinking you did a bad job," you say, combing your fingers through his hair. You scoot back to look him in the eye, a ridiculous amount of fondness lining your own, your pinched brows. "You did awesome. A-plus for everything."

"It's not over," he says, stroking Roan's arm where she squirms in his lap, bored. "You're on bed rest, I don't care what the doctor says. And you're taking time off work. Promise me."

"Promise," you say, holding your hands up.

"Can I have the time off too from school?" Roan asks.

Her big doe eyes and her tiny frown would convince him if he hadn't already thought about it.

He squeezes her chubby cheeks in his palms. "You need a few days to feel better," he agrees.

"Really?" she asks with a gasp.

"Yeah, really. You've been really, really brave." He kneads her cheeks gently. "You're such a good girl. You're my brave girl."

"Super brave," you agree, cheek on Eddie's shoulder.

Roan sits back with a proud shrug, arms wrapping around her stomach. "I was a bit brave."

Eddie chucks her under the chin with his knuckle. You get discharged a little while later, Roan and Eddie like a small parade pushing your wheelchair. You hate the attention, complaining to the nurse lightly that you can walk to the car without falling. No one wants to hear it.

"You're legally required to take it easy for a few days," Eddie says. "You promised me."

You slump back in the chair. "Fine. Ro, come and sit in my lap, at least? This hospital is a maze, I need company while they find our way out."

Roan loves that idea. She sits on your knees, back to your chest, your hands around her waist like a seatbelt.

"Can I push her the rest of the way? I'm sure you're busy," Eddie says to the nurse. He says it so nicely, so politely, that despite his tattoos and his long hair, she doesn't put him in the 'hooligan' box as people tend to do. She hands you over.

Eddie waits for her to round the corner before ducking down, your backpack in the crook of his elbow, hands tightening around the wheelchair handles.

"Girls. You better hold on tight. I'm sick of this place and we're leaving right now."

"Don't you dare."

"All arms in the ride?" he asks, charging up his push. He takes a preparatory step back. "On three. One, two–"

"Three!" Roan shouts.

Eddie races you down the hallway, your nervous laughter so loud it bounces off of every wall on the way out.

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salem-starlight · 1 month

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Good Morning My Little One [by Salem-Starlight]

Good morning, my sweet little one. I know you're feeling sleepy and cozy in your bed, but it's time to wake up and start the day. I have a lot of fun things planned for us, and I want you to be happy and energetic.

I'm going to gently lift the covers and give you a soft kiss on your forehead. You look so adorable with your sleepy eyes and your messy hair. I love you so much, my precious baby. I'm going to help you sit up and wrap you in your favorite warm blankets. You can cuddle with me while I stroke your hair and tell you how proud I am of you!

You're such an amazing little, and you make me so happy. You listen and follow the rules, and you're always so sweet and polite. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm so lucky to be your Caregiver.

Now, let's get you ready for the day. I'm going to pick out a cute outfit for you, something comfy and colorful. Maybe a onesie or a dress, or a T-shirt and shorts. Whatever you like, my little one. I can help you change your clothes, or you can do it yourself if you're big enough, and make sure you're all ready and clean. I can brush your hair and tie it in a cute bow or a ponytail if you'd like, baby. I'm going to give you a hug and a kiss on your head and tell you how nice and cute you look!

Then, I'm going to take you to the kitchen and make you a yummy breakfast. Maybe some pancakes or waffles, or some cereal or oatmeal. Whatever you want, my little one. I'm going to cut up some fruit for you and pour you some juice or milk. If you want me to feed you with a spoon and wipe your mouth for you, absolutely!I'm going to praise you for eating well and being a good eater!

After breakfast, we're going to brush your teeth and wash your face. I'm going to give you your favorite toy/pacifier/stuffie to keep you company. I'm going to tell you what we're going to do today and how much fun we're going to have. Maybe we'll go to the park or the zoo, or watch a movie or play a game. Whatever you like, my little one. I'm going to hold your hand and guide you to the door. I'm going to help you put on your shoes and your coat. I'm going to tell you how excited I am to spend the day with you.

You're my sleepy little one, and I'm going to take care of you and make you happy. I'm going to protect you and comfort you. I'm going to love you and cherish you. You're my everything, my little one. And I'm yours, too.

[I got inspired last night to write for the first time in month's.]

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starsurface · 1 month

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If your comfortable with a more focused ask, could I please have (MK1) Johnny Cage and (MK11) Kano, Erron Black, and Kotal Khan with a babyspace regressor that uses diaps? Thank you! 💕

Of course!! I'm tots comfortable with that!! I didn’t have many ideas, unfortunately. :( (Especially at Kotal's) But I hope you like them!! :D

(Some strong languageuse) Before we get to the hcs, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with using or needing diapers. Some people use diapers use them for weird kink related things, but with age regression they are used for comfort and unfortunate inconvenience. Do not come to my blog because you wish to relate this with any kind of kink. Kindly fuck off and leave my blog alone, thank you.

^ This isn’t to bash regressors btw!!! This is me saying to fuck off if your a dd/lg or any type of blog like that. <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK1 w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs

⭐ Johnny’s really good with baby regressors, and with diapers

⭐ . . . After a while

⭐ You know that video where that mom accidentally pours a ton a baby powder on her baby and she’s like “We’re in this together, girl”?

⭐ ^ That’s Johnny

⭐ It’s not his fault!! The powder wouldn’t come out >:(

⭐ If you use diapers because of medical reasons, he’s very comforting about it

⭐ ^ If you take medicine for the reasons, he’ll try to find fun ways to take them or give you a yummy treat

⭐ Don’t every worry about waking him up late in the night because you had an accident >:(

⭐ Your his baby, he’d rather you wake him up than you having a really bad rash in the morning

⭐ He’d get you cute little designs!!! His favorite ones are the ones with stars

⭐ If anyone were to make fun of you, he’ll deal with them personally

⭐ He’s really good at keeping your regression secret and away from his public life

⭐ No one makes fun of his baby, especially for reasons like this

⭐ Will go to drastic measures to make sure your comfy

⭐ If you just started wearing diapers and are really embarrassed about trying them out, do not worry, he’ll wear one with you (proudly too)

⭐ Does he want to? Ehhhhhh. But he’d rather make you giggle because Daddy’s being silly than feel awkard and embarrassed (also he was the one who offered soooooo)

⭐ He doesn’t know all the tips and tricks that MK11 Older Johnny knows, but he’s a fast learner

⭐ He’s very playful when your tiny, and will boop your nose with baby powder before he changes you

⭐ Will try to distract you during changes, either jingling something above you or giving you something to play with

⭐ Very good Dada, trying his best (even if he screws up a couple times)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kano w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs

🗡 Kano’s actually . . . surprisingly good with regressors that use diaper? And baby regressors in general

🗡 (Did y’all know he has a son in his MKX tower ending?? Crazy)

🗡 But Kabal sometimes wears diapers, so he’s had some practice

🗡 Kano would also accidentally pour baby powder on you and then blame it on you 🙄 (he loves you, he’s just being silly)

🗡 ^ Would stare at you and go :O . . . That was your fault, ‘Luv, shouldn’t be squirming so much

🗡 You weren’t moving, it was entirely his fault

🗡 Kano’s a big tease, and a bit mean sometimes, but he’d never judge you for using diapers

🗡 ^ And if you’re worried he will, he’ll die down his teasing on other things for a few days

🗡 He’s not a nice person. But you? He couldn’t hurt you

🗡 Will give you yummy juice if you have to take any kind of medicine

🗡 He might be a bit grumpy if you wake him up, but when he sees your teary eyes and notices your accident, any grumpiness quickly goes away and you’re his main priority

🗡 Probably wouldn’t get the reason for diapers with designs on, but if you want them, he ain’t judging (and he’ll buy them for you, anything for his baby)

🗡 Kano’s got money, anything you want for your regression, your getting

🗡 He can and will physically fight anyone who makes fun of you for using diapers or regressing

🗡 And if Kano doesn't get to them, Kabal or Erron do

🗡 Johnny’s got social media power, but Kano’s got Black Dragon power, it’s a terrifying thought to screw with him

🗡 If you were bigger, Kano would probably allow you to curse a bit (unless your around another regressor, he’s not getting in trouble for your actions, mate)

🗡 But your a baby, you shouldn’t be using those naughty words . . . And he technically shouldn’t either 🙄

🗡 He will TRY to keep his sailor mouth down (no promises though)

🗡 But he does really try, especially if he knows you don’t like naughty words while small, so there are rarely ever any slip ups

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Erron Black w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs

🐴 I think Erron would be a really good Papa!!

🐴 Makes the best warm milk though, knows the right temperature and what little add ons to try (honey, sugar, that stuff)

🐴 When it comes to diapers though . . . he’s definitely trying

🐴 He’s doing his best . . . but it he definitely screws up a lot

🐴 The diapers on the wrong way, and there’s powder everywhere, you’re both covered in white the first few times

🐴 Luckily it’s nothing a quick shower/bath and apologizes (and some new stuffies) can’t fix

🐴 Don’t get too mad at him, he’s literally never changed a diaper before and has kinda been on the run for 200 years, when was he going to have time to learn this?

🐴 Depending it it's Younger or Older Erron depends on who helps him

🐴 If it’s Younger Erron, Kano gets fed up with him and helps out (it suprises the both of you that Kano knows how, which Kano acts all annoyed at)

🐴 If it’s Older Erron, Kotal Kahn helps him out (he’s pretty decent at changing diapers)

🐴 He does get better over time, but there are a few hiccups sometimes (very rare though)

🐴 If you have to take medicine, he’ll drink something like lime juice so you can both get a yummy drink afterwards

🐴 You don’t even have to wake him up at night, he’ll already wake up to your small sniffles and cries

🐴 Gently shushes you when he finds out you had an accident, he’s very comforting about it

🐴 If you get embarrassed or shy about using diapers, he’ll try really hard to help you feel less embarrassed

🐴 A new sutffie? Riding Papa’s horse with him? Wearing Papa’s hat?

🐴 If someone insults you for your regression or using diapers, only Erron and Kano/Kotal know what happens to them

🐴 He’s very protective of you, your his baby after all <3

🐴 I’m not stereotyping the cowboy . . . but he’d know the guitar

🐴 Would love to give you small performances

🐴 Or sit you on his lap and put his hands of yours and you get to play the guitar!!

🐴 Wouldn’t see the reasons in diapers with designs, but does like the ones with indicators that turn blue when you have an accident (even if you don’t use them)

🐴 Would also try to distract you during the changing process, probably give you his hat to play with or jingle his keys

🐴 Would laugh along if you try kicking him or squirm around, stop being a little bugger!! <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kotal Kahn w/ Babyspace Regressor That Uses Diapers Hcs

👑 Adores baby regressors!!!! 🥺 (Is still terrified to hurt you by accident :(

👑 Is in full support of diapers and the moment you tell he’ll get everything you need . . . which is kinda just sitting on his desk

👑 Would also be generally confused on why you’re getting all upset that they’re just in his room, why would he need to hide them in the closet? That sounds rediclious (he’ll do it though)

👑 No one, and I mean no one, questions the Kahn, or the Kahn’s General (depends on where we are in the timeline)

👑 Because of this, you’ll never have to worry about being made fun of

👑 And he’ll personally deal with anyone that looks at you funny, he is the law after all

👑 Kotal gets kinda nervous the first few times he changes you, especially because he could accidently hurt you and he doesn’t want that

👑 Don’t worry, I think Jade helps him out (she’s really good with diaper regressors)

👑 And even if he doesn’t, he gets the hang of it very quickly, he’s Kahn after all, he needs to be educated in everything

👑 Don’t you dare feel upset or embarrassed for waking him up because of an accident!!!

👑 Your his prince/princess, he’d rather you wake him up than just laying there miserable

👑 ^ He also might wake up to your cries instead too, he’s very good at knowing when your upset, even if he’s asleep

👑 Also likes diapers with the indications, but thinks the Sesame Street diapers are cute (no reason for why it’s Sesame Street, I just like Sesame Street)

👑 If your ever embarrassed or shy about using diapers, he might accidentally interrogate you to find out who told you you should be embarrassed

👑 When you express that no one told you anything, it’s not ‘normal’, he’s very quick to comfort you

👑 You shouldn’t be so embarrassed, many people need protection for a variety of reasons, and there’s no reason to be ashamed, sweetheart

👑 Finds it funny then you grab the baby powder and put a handprint on his arm, but will playfully scold you that a baby shouldn’t grab the still open powder

👑 If you flip that powder over though . . . My goodness there’s such a mess

👑 He won’t lecture you, since you’re covered in baby powder and have big tears in your eyes

👑 But he hopes this is a decent enough lesson for why you shouldn’t grab the still-open powder

👑 He's a bit stern with medicine, because you have to take it in order to feel better, but he'll get you a sweet treat afterwards

👑 Very good Dada, he’s very nice and comforting <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I don't have any after hcs words. . . See you guys!! :D

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idv-sunsxin3 · 2 years

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Helloo! Seeing these bnha-twst asks gave me a random thought so can I request how would the dorm leaders in twisted wonderland react to an mc that's like Mitsuri from demon slayer? The way she acts, way she wears, and like her super strength and stuff hehe

Dorm Leaders with KNY Mitsuri-like! MC

Headers’ art via Twisted Wonderland Official Game {edit by me}

{Scenarios/Headcanons}

Female! MC

Note// I’ll stop accepting anime character! Reader requests as I have other plans, sorry :’3

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I can imagine Riddle acting stern towards you in the first impression, by how indecent you look with the way you wear your uniform-(I’m sorry-)

He slowly learns how strong, kind, and passionate you actually are than you seem- and eventually starts to become more respectful with you.

Riddle discovers that he likes to see you practice your sword fighting from afar very often-

Your sword is strange, yet you made it look so graceful and professional when using it in his opinion,,,,-

Gets extremely red whenever you embrace him- (making you get concerned if he’s angry or having a fever-)

Would politely and gently offer to buy you another uniform but with the proper size, pretty much concerned if the uniform you’re wearing is uncomfortable for you ,,,-(also internally questioning who the heck tailored you the uniform so improperly-)

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He already knew since the beginning, that women can be stronger and fearful than men-

And you are literally the living example-

Pretty much threatening everyone in Savanaclaw to respect you whenever you visit the dorm-

Always maintains eye-contact with you, ignoring the boob window like a pro- (drinking respect women juice)

___

He won’t publicly admit it, but he freaking loves the Sakura mochis you make-

You somehow have the privilege of him serving you Monstro Lounge’s menu dishes with nice discounts,,,,

Watching you eat the meals with a very bright smile makes him melt and desire to see you smile more,,,-

Oops, since when did you ordered 5 more dishes for your table-???

Bonus points for Azul assuring you that the extra dishes are on the house,,, 😤

Doesn’t like to get fat, but regrettably likes junk food- As you encouraging him to eat junk food with you sometimes alters his weight balance of diet decisions-

Also bonus points of you encouraging him to exercise with you-

Y/N// Azul, let’s have lunch together,,,!

Azul taking out the bento you made for him this morning without hesitating// Yes, honey-

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When you and Kalim are in the same luxurious room, your vibes will always be “everyday is a party”-

AKA lots of food, music, and dancing,,,-

But mostly him dancing as you eat handfuls of yummy food,,,, 🤭

You both are just pretty wholesome,,, Kalim likes to be pretty affectionate with you and even worship you like a queen-

Likes to place his hands on your cheeks for some reason, squish squish,,, 🥺

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Picks up the habit of styling your pink hair daily-

Pretty much wouldn’t approve the massive amount of food you eat and other traits you have that ladies don’t usually have- So he definitely oppressed you to limit that before his overblot- 😔

Starts hiring a more proper, personal tailor for you from now on- (and also firing your tailor, he won’t accept protests from you, sorry dear-)

After his overblot, he learns that your traits are actually a gift(and that you surprisingly don’t get fat when eating a lot since you also train a lot-), so he then reassures you to be yourself instead,,,-

Loves to spoil you by dolling you up, buying you dresses that you may love to wear for outings, events, and your dates with him-

Often tries to button up your shirt out of concern, and then gets frustrated at how the buttons keep popping out from your shirt in the process- 😅

___

SJJSJJDJJSSJW??!!

Pretty much sobbing how kawaii and pretty you are-

Big simp.

That’s it, you will be his Persephone-

But.

How to talk to a pretty lady like you, if he shy??? 😔😭😫

POOR BOY, IT’S FUNNY IF HE DOES FREQUENTLY TURN PINK WHENEVER SEEING YOU- IT’S LIKE COPYING YOUR HAIR COLOR TO MATCH- (Which can make you think Idia is just trying to match with you so you find it cute nonetheless-)

Sorry, Idia reminds me of Obanai for some reason ngl-

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Admires you.

Likes to watch you eat, even loves spoiling you with special banquets-

Pretty much a himbo who is in love with a wholesome girlboss-

Malleus will always try to protect you and carrying you away from Lilia who seems to have discovered that you like eating(effect: Lilia trying to make you taste his cooking-)

Scolds Sebek if he ever disrespects you with his loud, harsh tone- (Sweet people like you do not deserve to be yelled at,,,-)

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{BONUS} What if the dorm leaders learn that Mitsuri-Like! MC loves in a man who can excel her in strength, since she wants to have someone who can protect her? note// this is just a “what if” don’t take it seriously-;;; 😅}

Determined to be stronger for MC and win over her heart

Riddle, KALIM

Usually doesn’t want to put a lot of effort on something, he will nonetheless be determined to become a more capable man for you

Leona

Knows his physical limits, but he benefits by using his brain to protect MC from harm

Vil, Riddle, AZUL

Already insecured that he’s not strong enough to meet MC’s love standards

Azul, IDIA

“I’m your type.”

MALLEUS (LOL-)

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