#squishy and good for cuddles

[marvelhead17]

(Source: here )

There's a reason this dinged in my brain this morning and it's because I saw this post the day before. Dean would obviously eat pies once he's in a stable place, so yes let him have tummy 🥰

This might sounds silly but do u think you could put a specific tag on all your gorgeous Dean With Tummy art??? Just so i can bask in his perfection whenever i need a pick me up...

no pressure, don't feel forced to bend over backwards for some random anon!

((your art is beautiful btw!!!! i look at it whenever i have a bad day..))

Thank you for the ask and the kind words :')

To be sappy for a second - I had such an aversion to posting things online for most of my life because I didn't think anyone would like it! So to hear that my art makes anybody's day better will always be special to me.

Back to the point though!

Ask you (usually) shall receive!

#dean with tummy

Now exists on my blog 🙂‍↕️

Here is a bonus one of him so I can tag this post as well. As a treat!

[dietmimo]

🍰🎉.

[butterfly-headquarters]

Twink Justin is nice and all but what if he

What if he was a lil' squishy

[lesbianoms]

(ask 'n ye shall recieve, sug')

Whene'er ye pay her a visit, announced 'r otherwise, that big, warm pred with the mombod's usually workin' on somethin' outside, 'n's always pleased to see ye, givin' ye a warm wave, dustin' herself off, 'n comin' to greet ye up close, typically with a hug (that always seems tae "coincidentally" smush yer face intae her belly, 'r at least her doughy front) .

Even in the shade of wide-brimmed hats, the sun always seems to give her cheeks 'n grey-streaked hair a warm shine to 'em.

Like any proper southerner, she's quick to invite ye in 'n help ye make yerself comfortable. Yake a load off, relax! She'll bring snacks, aom fresh tea, 'n a friendly chat. Sometimes ye findbyerself sittin' not on one o' her comfy chairs, but on her plush lap as a reflex, which she ne'er points out, simply smilin' knowin'ly, 'n adjustin' to make ye more comfortable. Her fingers so often find their way glidin' though yer hair, her soft, stronf arms around ye, just as yer hair oft makes it's way to her pudgy, rumblin' belly. Sometimes she feeds ye, gentle 'n tender. . .

And, I assume, ye're hopin' to hear 'bout how you wind up feedin' her, ain't ye dearie? ~

🌕

🐮

Ohhhhh wow…

Anon, the way you describe her belly is just soooooo incredible 😍 how plush and soft it is, the quiet rumbling…. and the way it pudges out into a pillow that I can just lay my head on while she strokes my hair and feeds me food <3

hhhhhh~ 💕 there’s something so warm about that. About being taken care of, being stroked and petted at and fed with such a tenderness. Specially when it’s an older woman being such a cuddle bug with me!

Mm, with the way she's pampering me, the only thing keeping me from becoming her bellypet at this point is the thick layer of tum I'm relaxing on 🥴 and just knowing that she knows that I imagine feeling it from the inside~ !!! It's making me so giddy...

When I got this notif I literally squealed in joy! She's everything to me, and YES.... I would be honored to feed myself to such a gorgeous pred with a talkative tummy!!!!

❤️

[lynxgirlpaws]

Me and the 10/10 bad bitches I keep somehow pulling by being incredibly pathetic and soggy

[levisjinchuriki]

more to love - toji fushiguro

summary: toji loves a curvy woman and isn’t shy about it

warning: nsfw, curses, praise kink, dom!toji, chubby reader, body worship, afab reader, mention of female anatomy, mention of cunnilingus, backshots, petnames, spanking, booty rubs, fluff, smut, overstimulation

toji has always been a man who knows exactly what he likes, and when it comes to women, curves are at the top of his list. he’s noticed the weight you’ve put on recently and how your clothes hug you more than usual. when you’re near him, the way your curves catch his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. every time you walk by, he can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, savoring the shape of your body, the way your hips sway and how your curves fit perfectly in the clothes you wear

toji can't help but bring you into his lap when you walk past him in your– now form-fitted– pajama pants. “you’ve been filling out, huh?" he asks as he gropes your thighs. everywhere i look, you’re getting even softer. these pants fit you perfectly now”.

toji's touch becomes more insistent. he’ll slide his hands under your shirt to feel your stomach pudge, loving how soft and squishy it is. “so pretty, mama. can’t get enough of you”

toji isn’t shy about making you aware of his appreciation for the changes in your body. the softness, the fullness—it’s all his to claim. the way toji touches you—unapologetically, with no room for shame— makes you feel so sexy. while you straddle his lap, his touch is possessive as he feels your hips, your stomach and your back rolls. “fucking perfect” he growls as he takes greedy handfuls of your ass

toji likes to absentmindedly rub comforting circles on your butt as you lay with him. you’ll be watching tv, laying on his chest and slowly falling asleep as he softly rubs you there. it's more of a comfort thing for him.

toji likes to take a nap on your stomach since he claims it’s the perfect pillow. he also is a sucker for your thighs and often rests his head against one as he cuddles your leg. when you run your fingers through his hair, he’s done for– falling asleep almost instantly every time

toji in the bedroom is another beast, and there’s no question where his hands will wander. he’ll make sure that ass is front and center, exploring, groping, teasing, and worshipping. toji will pull you into him, sliding his hands over her curves, especially when you’re bent over for him. he likes the control he has when his hands are on your hips, guiding you, making you move to his rhythm. he'll give you a few sharp smacks, especially if you’ve been teasing him with your movements. 

toji’s hands splay over your skin as you arch for him. he moves to caress the curve of your lower back before sliding lower, over the swell of your hips. he leans down, his chest brushing against your back as his lips press a searing kiss to your shoulder. “you feel so fucking good” he moans low and husky. his lips trail down your spine, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. his teeth graze your skin, playful and teasing while his hand slides over your stomach to hold you steady. “stay just like that” he commands softly. the way he holds you, the way he presses into you—it’s all-consuming. he knows exactly how to take his time, alternating between rough and tender, making you dizzy.

toji's backshots are mean. the grip on your waist is harsh as he lets out a low groan. his eyes lock on where you two meet and he’s almost hypnotized by the way your skin ripples under his movements. he feels too good that you can’t help but squirm in his grasp. “uh uh, c’mere” he mutters, his hands pressing down on your back to force a deeper arch that has you gasping. “where you goin’, huh?” he asks as he gives you a few spanks. the angle makes you gasp as he hits that perfect spot over and over. you reach back, weakly trying to push against his abs as you cry from pleasure, but it’s no use. “c’mon, baby. lemme have it”.

toji will tease you even more now since there’s more skin to work with. his lips run along your skin, leaving gentle kisses as his thumb brushing over the edge of your waistband. his lips trail higher, leaving warm, lingering kisses, and your breath catches when you feel his teeth graze against the soft flesh of your thigh. it’s not a gentle nip; toji’s bite is firm, enough to leave a mark, but you’re not complaining. he leans in again, his lips now pressing soft, teasing kisses on the bruised area, as if marking his territory. you can’t help but moan softly, your hands threading through his hair, urging him to continue. the way he’s focused on every inch of your skin, makes your pulse race. toji knows exactly how to drive you crazy, how to make you want him more with each deliberate touch.

toji's dream is to be smothered between your thighs as he eats you out. he loves overstimulating you. he does it on purpose so he can feel you squeezing your trembling legs around his head as he works you through your release. he’ll hold your legs open, kneading at the flesh as he pleasures you. and he won’t stop until you tap out

toji whispers “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted” when he's come down from an intense a few rounds. his hands are on you, lips pressed to your skin, and his voice low and filled with raw emotion. his praises make you feel completely cherished. toji isn’t just touching you—he’s worshipping you, wanting you to know just how much he loves every inch of you. and he makes sure to remind you constantly

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a/n: thank you for reading!! i wrote another version similar to this, but with chubby toji!! you can read it here!

[arminsumi]

cws; 18+ smut, cr★★mpie, mentions sq★★rting, use of sl★t

Choso Kamo who is so soft and slow and sensual, caressing your body with careful hands and pressing tender kisses to it with a slowness that shows you how much he savors your taste, how much he loves you.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple, he takes his time feeling you up with his hot mouth until you're squirming and muttering an impatient "Baby, please," in pleading breaths, "Stop teasing, I need you!" and he giggles as you practically pull his cock into you the moment he aligns himself at your entrance.

Oh, he's a sweet lovesick boy; pupils dilating as he plunges into your squishy walls that suck his cock so good, "Ahhah fuck — someone's excited tonight. You must be really feeling it, huh?" he mumbles all into your ear, pressuring you with his heavy muscles and smushing you into the pink satin bed. "Nn! Yeah, 'm sensitive... 's that time of the month..." you moan, feeling his cockhead dragging through your walls, "Fuck, do that again..."

He chuckles when you start rubbing your clit to orgasm, watching you cum deliciously on his juicy cock. His hand steadies you as you let it all out, feeling your pussy gush like a fountain, his hand stroking at your cheek to soothe your twitchy body as is gets wrecked by pure ecstasy. Choso narrows his eyes at your spasming pussy, lips forming a smile at the sight of it freaking out, "Shiiit, your sweet little pussy squirted a lil' there. Look at her trynna drown my cock. You're crazy, baby."

Clamping down on him, his cock freaks out as its squeezed up into your guts — much too deep for either of you to handle but you're fucking like wild animals tonight; you're leglocking him for nasty creampies and he's happily delivering them into your weeping hole. "Fuck, so sweaty..." he grunts, peeling his muscular frame off of you to give your hot wet body a breather. You smile under him, making his heart tick, "I am not sleeping in this wet patch..." you declare, making him chuckle before he timidly slides the tip of his cock back inside for just a lil' more.

Neither of you can reach orgasm by this point, you fucked all the orgasms out of your bodies and now you're just continuing for the sake of feeling that pleasurable friction, being one with each other — cuddling close and drenching the bed in sweat and falling in love with the same feeling in the air as when you first met so long ago at that little party. Suddenly Choso gets nostalgic, recalling a the hot memory of fucking you in the backseat of his car. You're weeping underneath him, hot face buried into the pink pillow and body tingling with each of his heavy thrusts that have his balls smacking into your clit. "Nn, remember how we fucked when we first met, at that party? Yeah... 'n you thought you didn't like emo boys... now look at you being a lil' slut for me... all cute and sweaty." he husks against your ear, hitting you with a newfound force and god, the wet sounds of your squelchy hole and of skin slapping together is almost gross — sticky, sweaty, messy, pure and raw sex with no end in sight, you think, 'till you hear Choso let out a strangled moan and feel his pelvis shaking. He slams down his hand at your side, trying to stabilize himself in the moment of his body-wrecking orgasm. He's so pretty when he gasps and shudders like that, wolf cut all stuck to his face and disheveled.

He carefully slides his overworked cock out of your trembling body with a wet pop, "Fuck... y'know your pussy's kind of menace... you nearly squeeze my dick off every time." Choso pants after rolling off your body, cock finally too sensitive to snuggle into your abused pussy anymore. "Yeah, well I'm all sticky and gross — 'n my walls feel beat 'n my thighs ache... you're a little monster." you huff, forearm draped dramatically over your forehead. "I'm sorryyy," he coos in a hoarse voice, lazily rolling over to you so he can soothe your muscles. His big hands rub out the stress and soreness, fingertips digging into just the right spots. "Is this a good enough apology?" he asks, tickling your ear to get a squirming giggle out of you. "Or how about I make breakfast tomorrow?" he suggests, face now hovering over yours, lips teasingly close. You hum at this, cuddling to his firm body after cooling down and letting the sweat dry off a little, but your pussy was still wet and slippery, leaking and slicking your inner thighs. "That sounds like the perfect apology." you smile, taking in his tired features before plucking a kiss off his lips.

And surely, the next morning Choso is wearing a tight-fitting apron that hugs his big muscles just right. He cooks breakfast with a Zen focus on his face, swiftling moving left to right to get everything into the pan and cooking. But he stops everything when he hears the soft thuds of your footsteps. Oh, he admires your sleepy self wandering into the kitchen. Wrapping your arms around his waist for a morning hug, he looks down at the top of your head and his heart throbs at the size difference. "How did my naughty little princess sleep last night, hm?" he asks, stroking your hair — "Mm, like a baby..." you mumble dreamily into his soft white cotton shirt. "Huh, I wonder why." he teases, knowing damn well that you only sleep so well 'cause his good dick pampers you for two hours before bedtime.

[abyssyby]

I could imagine luke and kieran getting (chronic) cuteness aggression towards the little twins... But sylus though?

sylus absolutely has no fight. a goner. helpless and doomed to the cuteness of his babies. ❤️‍🩹

sylus & his family | sylus x reader | fluff, cuteness aggression, draconic traits & instincts coming out, some1 help him he might eat them (endearing, he wont!!!)

the little twins are friend shaped. they’re love shaped. they’re cute-cuddly-squishy.

everyone in the family can’t help but press their noses against their cheeks and squeeze their pudgy little arms until they get bapped away.

during infancy, when the babies were barely even two, they’d almost always waddle into the trap of someone’s arms, get engulfed and bombarded with kissies and sniffs.

“eugh, why do you smell so nice?” kieran would grumble, nose in a little lucian’s tousle of hair. “you just pooped.”

lucian blinks in confusion, reading the expression on kieran’s face. wondering why his brows were drawn tight, why his nostrils were flared and why his mouth was downturned. beyond his comprehension, he is once again sniffed. reduced to a piece of meat to a bloodhound, and kieran grumbles again.

“this is bad.” he frowns at his little addiction. baby powder, fresh milk, flowers and citrus. sniff, sniff, sniff. and a hint of heaven.

“does this count as a squeezy-squeeze?” wonders luke, his fingers gently pinching and stretching kyros’s cheeks. kyros, unbothered, flashes his charming four-toothed smile at him. luke is weak, immediately blowing raspberries in his little face. Eyes watery, no idea why he was so moved by a gurgle and an imperfect grin. the urge to protect, nurture and nuzzle flows through his veins and he does not know what to do with himself except cuddle the baby a little closer.

the big twins are powerless to them, but none of them compare to their father.

the infamous, looming, all-powerful, ever ominous, consuming, devouring monarch of Onychinus. whose simple shadow is enough to rule the entire N109 zone.

diminished, demolished and deprecated by two fat little infants in his arms.

sylus is a good bluffer. honed and practiced; his impulses are mere mosquitoes he swats away. until these two came along.

suddenly, he is a cat to a laser pointer. a moth to a flame. a helpless father pressing his clueless son’s cheek to his, cooing and awing at the mirror at the adorable sight.

he’ll deny it when you point it out, but when sylus is around the children, he turns just that little bit beast. his brain short circuits that tiny bit, his pupils melt into docile buttons and he is curling around his children like he would a hoard of gold.

on your shared bed would be a long, curled pillow, nesting the two for some tummy time with mama and papa. sylus would be an additional safe-guard— the length of his body curled around them, his arm outstretched for more reach as he crowds them close to his chest.

he loves their scent, and sort of “marks” them with his as well as he nuzzles their cheeks and their hair with his nose. peppering kisses all over their distressed little faces when he gets a little too much.

“mm’wah! m’wah!” echoes off the walls. the sound of crisp smooches glazed over jingling giggles— a song of record scratches and bells sung by a father and his sons.

“sy.” you’d warn gently when you hear a gasped squeak. he’d grumble, just short of a growl, then huff through his nose before starting again. this time gentler. the crying is soothed before it starts; the joyous symphony continues its melody.

it’s especially comical for you to watch him go through the motions of restraint when the littles do something novelly adorable.

“that’s… not fair.” sylus grins, fingers fidgeting as he watches kyros’s face stretch, his mouth forming a small oblong as he yawns. a happy chuckle rumbles his chest— both out of amusement and the shameless audacity of this little creature to be this cute. this little creature. his little creature.

“you can’t bite him.” you’d tell him. he rolls his eyes and tells you it’s a silly thing to think he’d do such a thing. but in the same instant, he turns and bites your arm instead.

“sylus!” you gasp.

he laughs, pure and endearing. “what? it wasn’t him.”

lucian is perpetually stuck to his chest. his single, large hand enough to be a makeshift baby carrier. lucian’s head protected at all times beneath the awning of his father’s chin. tucked preciously beneath his jaw which he tenses in restraint. his head is a broken record loop of he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute and he can never find it in himself to just put him down.

“sweetie,” he says one day, voice raw and tender as he walks into your bedroom with a sleepy lucian. steam-bun cheeks like putty against his forearm.

you rise, thinking he’d want you to take the baby, but instead he turns. movement so minuscule you almost miss it; it was just a shift of weight, a half inch to the right, but visibly away from your reaching arms. your brows raise at the growl that emits in his chest. “sylus?”

he blinks, snapping back into now. “i’m sorry. no, that wasn’t for you.”

concern tinges your beautiful features and his heartstrings twist and tangle even more. you frown, “are you alright, my love?”

stressed, he exhales through his nose. a powerless slump in his shoulders as he nods towards his little treasure. “he’s… impossibly adorable.”

the concern grows, but your lips curl into a smirk. teasing, assuming it is a compliment, you say, “thank you?”

but he’s serious.

“yes— thank you.” he’s sweeping you up by the waist with his other arm, guiding you into bed to lay beside him and your child on his belly. his lips find purchase on your cheeks, your brow and then your lips. he repeats, words dear and true, “thank you.”

because without you, then none of this would be his. the cuddles, squishes, hugs and kisses. he is still in disbelief that he gets to have this, still in disbelief that they are his and he can. that he can shower them in affection, embrace them in his arms, bathe them with all the attention and love they deserve. and that is all because of you.

you curl up to him, lean your head on his shoulder as he pokes at lucian’s cheek. you both watch it dip and bounce back up like pudding and you get it. overwhelmed, maybe by instincts— maternal or draconic as well, you don’t know— but now you want to bite him too.

“hey.” sylus chuckles when he feels the sting of your teeth sinking into his shoulder.

“sorry.” you blush, brows knit together in a sheepish doe-eyed look. “it wasn’t him.”

his troubled heart melts at the sight of you. he laughs, a feat of strength not to do so too much as to not jostle the slumbering angel on him. it is clear to him now, who the twins got it from.

forgiveness comes in the form of a pinch to your cheek and a kiss— because if he can’t eat them, he will eat you.

he’ll look forward to the day when the twins will bite him back. he’ll allow them as much noms and nibbles as they desire. but now, papa is simply getting a head start.

[monstersholygrail]

*le gasp* how dare he speak so ill of puppy hybrid!!! *quickly craddles puppy hybrid in my arms* dont worry baby, i love you so much, youre a good pup and deserve all the love in the world *big smooch on his forehead*

He would absolutely love this and devour all of your attention. Who needs work when you can just cuddle all day long? He just wants to chill with you and be spoiled with affection. I can totally see how he’d react to overhearing IT Robot in this.

Puppy Hybrid Salesman sniffles and burrows into your arms, whimpering and curling himself up tighter in your lap. He’s a lot shorter than the other monsters working in the office so he fits into your soft squishy lap with ease.

He nuzzles into your neck, a needy little thing, leaving his head conveniently bared for more soft kisses. All while secretly scenting you, marking you as his. You’re his protector, his savior against the mean words of the office Robot. Now he wants all of you, and he wants to take care of you in return.

“S’not my fault I’m a virgin. Jus-just want my first time to be special,” he mumbles into your skin.

The vibrations of his voice and the subtle suggestive tone he has does something to ya. Arousal bubbles up in your belly. He can smell it on you instantly his tail begins to wag behind him.

His hands grow bolder as he senses you want him as much as he wants you in return, his paws dragging over your skin and pulling you impossibly closer. Still not satisfied even after molding his body to yours.

“Th-think you can help me? With my… big problem,” he asks, sounding just as shy even as his voice lowers, fueling by the lust roaring through him.

Your arousal spikes and Puppy Hybrid takes that as a sign. His hips flex, pushing into you, and rubbing his hardening cock against your core. You inhale sharply, surprised but not against these turn of events.

He can feel the heat of your core coming off of you in waves and soon his hips are moving on their own, needing both your comfort and your pleasure. And by the pace he’s going he won’t be a virgin much longer.

[oreo-creampies]

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚/𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • stressed!reader, sukuna is soft, cuddling, some kissing, various nicknames

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @jjkisthebestanime

"Hug me. ‘Bout to lose my shit." Sukuna wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his apartment. Holding you to his bare chest, tears trickle down your cheek.

He pushes the door shut. His chest rumbles with a grumble of, “Not good at this type of shit. But sure why the fuck not.” He splays his hand on your lower back, swirling small circles into your lower back.

Sukuna lifts you off the ground. On cue, you wrap your legs around his waist. ��I just need a long hug, don't let me go.” Your voice breaks loud sob wrack your body. He squeezes tighter every time you tremble.

His firm crushing grasp makes it hard to breath. “Match you’re breathing with mine beautiful. Focus on me princess, focus on my arms, voice, cologne, the beating of my heart. It’s all for you doll.” You could effortlessly lose yourself in him.

The tension seeping from your body. A warm soft fuzzy, tingling feeling of security and excitement washing over you.

You wheeze. “You’re lightly suffocating me.” Sukuna loosen his grasp, carrying you over to his sofa. Sliding your fingers through his recently dyed pink hair. Even his soft hair slipping through your fingers is calming.

He lays down with you, some of his weight pressing you into the squishy sofa. “How about we do that thing you call cuddling then?” The way the word slips off his tongue, like physical intimacy outside sex is a foreign concept.

You mumble with a gentle grin tugging on your lips. "Why do you act like you don't know what human affection is, when you're the clingiest motherfucker I've ever been with." Sukuna squeezes your side, his hands drifting up and down.

He kisses your cheek then calls, “Bullshit.” Your smile grows with his denial of his growing soft spot for you.

"Really? So you’re not always putting your hands on me, when I walk past. Or constantly pulling me into your lap when I try to sit next to you. Or kissing up on me especially when my focus isn’t on you.” He kisses you to shut you up, slipping his tongue past your lips. His slow sensual, passionate deep kisses leave you breathless.

“Can’t help it princess you’re irresistible.”

Oreo’s m.list

[kxsagi]

hii, how are you? 💘 can i ask for blue lock boys (nagi, reo, bachira and especially rin) with a girlfriend who has a baby sister/brother?

“𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫”

a/n: i'm good and i hope you're doing well, too, anon!

alternated between a sister and brother for the characters depending on which one i think they would get along with best! 

ft. nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi

nagi seishiro

literally looks at the baby like “he’s so small… and squishy.” he’s fascinated and slightly scared. like holding a jellybean that might scream. 

lazy cuddles on the couch suddenly include a baby boy pressed between the two of you. nagi won’t hold him unless you pass your brother to him, and even then he panics a little. “babe, it’s like holding a marshmallow, what if i squish him?” 

eventually gets used to it and starts using the baby as a personal pillow. lies back, places him on his chest, closes his eyes. the baby is asleep in two seconds. you’re both like “damn that worked.” 

baby starts mimicking his laziness. naps when he naps. drools when he drools. it’s chaos. 

lowkey obsessed with watching baby sensory videos together. “this is kinda relaxing…” he mutters while a cartoon jellyfish dances across the screen. 

mikage reo

immediately drops to baby-talk levels upon meeting your baby sister. he doesn’t even try to act cool. he’s all, “who’s this little cutie? huh? you wanna play with onii-chan reo?” 

brings gifts every single time he visits. rattles, plushies, picture books, sometimes even unnecessarily expensive baby designer stuff. you have to stop him from buying a baby rolex. “it’s an investment!” he argues. 

holds the baby like a pro. surprisingly gentle, surprisingly confident. he’s used to being around kids in his family. even knows how to change diapers (does he enjoy it? no. will he do it? yes. with only a little dramatic gagging). 

makes up lullabies on the spot. they’re all ridiculous, but your sister loves them. he sings in a goofy voice and you can’t stop laughing while watching him bounce around your living room. 

whispers to you, “we’d have the cutest kids ever, y’know that?” with a wink while the baby drools on his shirt. 

bachira meguru

thinks your baby sibling is the most fascinating creature on earth. literally crouches in front of her like, “so you’re the tiny human huh? you got any games in that brain?” 

makes the weirdest faces just to make her laugh. he’s committed. full body puppetry. he once meowed like a cat for ten minutes straight because the baby clapped every time. 

gives her nicknames like “mini-you” or “squish bean” or “giggle monster.” everyone in your house starts using them. 

builds pillow forts with the baby (and you). somehow turns your whole living room into a playground. there’s a blanket hammock. the baby sits in a laundry basket and calls it a spaceship. 

falls asleep with her on the floor, both of them snoring. you take pictures every time. 

itoshi rin

rin freezes the first time he sees you with your baby brother tucked on your hip. you're just so natural with him – gently rocking, humming softly, wiping his chin without even thinking. he never thought about kids much before, but now he’s kind of malfunctioning. 

doesn’t know what to do when the baby stares at him. he stares back, unblinking. it becomes a staring contest until the baby laughs. rin pretends he doesn’t melt but internally he’s like “what the hell… he likes me?” 

awkwardly holds the baby for the first time like it’s a bomb. you have to guide his arms, help him support the head. he gets so stiff, but once the baby curls his tiny fingers around one of his, his whole face softens like you’ve never seen before. 

starts taking little candid photos of you and the baby when you’re not looking. the photos are surprisingly well-framed. he even makes one his lock screen. 

sometimes the baby grabs his hair and tugs. he grits his teeth and lets it happen. he doesn’t even get mad. “it’s fine,” he mutters, while your sibling happily pulls on his bangs like reins. 

secretly proud when your family trusts him to babysit with you. acts like it’s an annoying favor, but literally prepares an itinerary. “we’re sticking to the nap schedule. no exceptions.” 

has never smiled so genuinely until your baby sibling falls asleep on his chest and you whisper, “you look so soft right now.” he rolls his eyes but doesn’t move an inch. 

itoshi sae

acts like he doesn’t care. “it’s a baby. cool.” but he keeps sneaking glances when you’re feeding your little sister or rocking her to sleep. 

doesn't know what to do when she crawls up to him. he just stares like “what do you want. you can’t even talk.” but then the baby laughs and touches his leg and his cold, dead heart is like 🫠 

you catch him carrying the baby with one arm, scrolling on his phone with the other like it’s nothing. when you tease him, he goes “she wouldn’t stop crying. i handled it. i’m amazing, i know.” 

occasionally watches you with the baby and gets this thoughtful look. he doesn’t say much, but later, you catch him googling things like “how to swaddle a baby” and “why do babies cry at 3 AM.” 

isagi yoichi

so excited to meet your baby sibling. wants to make a good impression. gets nervous like it’s an actual interview. shows up in a clean hoodie like “hi!!! i’m yoichi!! i brought snacks! well, not for the baby. i don’t know what he eats!!” 

ends up being super natural with your baby brother. plays peekaboo like a champ. lets him tug on his ear and giggles the whole time. 

baby loves him instantly. follows him around. cries when he leaves. isagi: on the verge of tears “he’s so pure, oh my gosh.” 

teaches him how to kick a soft ball. if your brother so much as touches it, he gasps like he scored a world cup goal. “DID YOU SEE THAT?! prodigy!!” 

talks to you late at night like, “i don’t know if i’m ready for kids now, but… someday? if it’s with you? yeah. i think i’d really love that.” 

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[fruitiesss]

bob reynolds NSFW alphabet !

as requested lol, i listened to the people and the people want bob smut.

MINORS + AGELESS DNI. SMUT.

send requests in! characters are on my pinned posts, just give me a hot minute to write them ^^

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Bob's very into cuddling and being close in general, he's also a human heater so if you're not cold you're gonna have to push him off until you are (his pouty face ensues). If it was really messy, he'll run a bath and get in with you situated on his lap. He keeps water bottles by the bed and isn't above running quickly to the store to grab some food if you need it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Bob likes his hands. They're almost constantly in use because he likes to fidget and read, so he's more than capable with them, and he loves the way you come apart under them.

He'd like your thighs and hips, it's something to hold onto while he fucks into you or when you ride him. He also loves the squishiness of them, much better than any stress relief toys you buy him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Bob's never been in the place mentally (or physically) to risk having a kid at his age. He's always used condoms or pulled out when he's been in quick hook-ups before (though not many, he's quite inexperienced). You would have to sit him down and discuss kids with him first, but even then he's still hesitant and nervous.

He prefers to cum on your stomach or back if you'd let him. He cleans it up fast though, knowing the stickiness when it dries is less than desirable.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He rarely watches porn - why would he need to, he has you! - but does when you're away on a long mission or a trip. He takes inspiration from it and tries to incorporate a position or kink he'd watched that he thought you might like.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) This boy is inexperienced. As I said before, he's had a few hook-ups here and there but he's never been interested enough to learn. You're gonna have to teach him a few things and he is so eager to please you in any way you want. He's incredibly good at following orders.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) COWGIRL. FUCKING RIDE HIM HE WILL CUM INSTANTLY. Just the way he can see you - all of you - makes him harder than a fucking rock. Ugh, this man will have his hands anywhere, eyes half lidded in pure bliss as he watches you bounce.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Bob's a mix of both. He's serious when he's concentrating, trying to reach the spot that makes your toes curl, but he laughs and jokes with you when he's not. He can't take himself seriously and neither can you, it feels so good but it's also really funny.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He's never taken care of himself properly before. Now that he's clean, he probably trims a little down there so it's not completely unbearable but he won't be smooth or clean shaven. He dyed his hair blonde ONCE and nobody will let him forget it, so YES the carpet matches the drapes thank you. He also doesn't mind if you shave or not. Hair is natural and he understands that, he actually prefers if you don't shave, as long as you're clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Sex for him is all about connection. He's done the unfeeling, unromantic stuff before and he hates it. You are his everything and he needs you to know that. He's complimenting you with every other word, letting you know how much he loves you or how good you make him feel. He is all about you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He rarely jacks off because you're right there all the time. Though when you're out of town or on a long mission he will do it a couple of times just to keep himself sated until you can come back. He's needy for you always.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) BOB LIKES HIS HAIR BEING PULLED. Grab it by the roots and pull and he will give you the sweetest sound you've ever heard. He loves praise too, call him a good boy and he's already on his knees for you so he can do anything you want. He's a switch 100%, will do anything you want but likes to be dominated sometimes.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He likes being in bed with you, he's very hesitant to do anything in public because you're his to see and he's yours to see. He will if you really want to, but he won't like it. When he's really needy, he'll corner you wherever you are in the tower until you take him up to one of your rooms, with him following like a dog on a leash.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You. If you're in the mood, he's in the mood. If he sees you, he's in the mood. Wearing something revealing? He's on you. You opened the floodgates when you first laid with him now lie in the bed you made.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He's not into any kind of bodily fluid (other than cum, obviously) or anything where he hurts you or you hurt him. He refuses to lay a hand on you. Unless it's a soft slap. Impact play is a big no no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes to get his dick sucked. He loves it, actually. You look so pretty on your knees with his cock in your mouth. He prefers giving, though! He wasn't so good at it when he started out but he has definitely gotten much better since he started out and he is a MUNCH. This man will spend hours between your legs if he can, his intense eyes staring into yours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Bob as a person is very soft and sweet despite everything he's been through. He would take it slow and sweet with you, afraid to break you as if you were made of glass. He could take you fast and rough but he wouldn't be able to keep it up.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn't like them. Too fast, it blurs in his head. He needs to know you're satisfied before he can leave you. He will take you for a quickie if you really, really beg him and only if you're in a place where you can't get to your beds.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He likes to experiment with anything you bring to him. He'll do anything (other than his nos) at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Thanks to his powers, he has very good stamina. He'll last about 6 rounds with water breaks in between but if you wanted more, he will give you more. Anything for you. He'd last the whole day for you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He's never seen the need for them. His hand did the job just fine when he was low on money (or needed the money for drugs) and even now he doesn't see the need for toys. He doesn't get jealous if you have any toys either, he'll use them on you if you're into that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He thinks he's a tease but really he gives in whenever you so much as pout at him or whine. He's so smitten for you and wants to provide everything you need.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Bob will be quiet at first, biting into his hand to stifle any of his moans or grunts so he can fully hear the beautiful noises he elicits from you. But that's when he's on top. Get him submissive and that boy is LOUD for you. Pull his hair and he WILL moan. Overstimulate him and he WILL whine.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He likes to bite and suck marks into your skin. Especially in those spots that are hard to cover up. It gives him a sense of pride, knowing that he did that to you. He's also very bitey in general. Very cute.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He's not small at all but he'd not HUGE. I'd say he's 6 inches, nice and thick. Knows how to use it once he gets the hang of sex in general. It curves slightly to the left and has a nice pink tip, cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) This guy is super needy. He's ready for you at any time, you just need to ask and he's already pouncing on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He only lets himself fall asleep once he's sure you're comfortable enough to. He is very sleepy after, though. He's falling asleep as he's scrubbing you in the bath, head slumping forward onto your shoulder until you nudge him. Once you're taken care of though, he's out like a light on the bed.

[monster-mash-m]

In love with the taste of you

Naga!Boyfriend x Afab!Reader

MDNI

Cw:two penises, bondage, licking, possessiveness, porn with barely any plot, creampie, humping, manhandling.

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Sometimes love finds its way in the strangest of places, you found it in a forest, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Your boyfriend, Käärme, was so sweet to his little mate. He was also thankful you stumbled into his little abode, even more thankful that you were so enthusiastic when he asked you to be his mate.

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Now you’re wrapped up in his cool scaly tail as he purrs against you, taking in your warmth. Every now and then then he would collect particles of your scent on his tongue, sliding your scent under his Jacobson's organ on the roof of his mouth. His soft smile only widens as he takes you in, loving your scent… loving being with you. And oh…. You felt his cocks press against your lower abdomen.

He always got a little too excited when cuddling with his one and only mate. He tried to not so subtly grind against you as his forked tongue flicked over your neck. His hips jutting even more, getting more brave not thinking you’d notice. His gasps started to fill the air, you let out a soft chuckle and bring a hand up to his cheek turning his face towards yours. “I can feel you humping me Käär…” you grin. He reads your lips and instantly shakes his head shyly, so cute trying to deny his obvious boners.

He whined as you moved a free hand down to his trembling cocks. Taking one into your hand, slowly beginning to jerk him off. He hissed out a moan and immediately arched into your touch. “A-ah!” He gasped out as his tail slightly tightens around you, making you smile even more knowing he was enjoying himself.

He closes his eyes as you begin to fasten your pace, making him squirm and coil around you more. His cock leaking a little bit of pre. You tapped his face softly to get him to look at you. “Wanna fuck me baby?” He immediately nodded after reading your lips. His tail instantly maneuvering you around so your ass is pointed to his dicks that strained so eagerly, needing to be inside your human pussy badly.

The biggest cock which was the highest one protruding from his slit rubbed against your plush asscheeks before slipping against your wet folds and prodding against your hole. The smaller lower dick fit perfectly against your folds, pressing against your clit, just how you liked it. You let out a shuddering gasp in unison with the needy naga. His heavy cock slowly pushed into your cunt, a lewd squelching noise vibrated in his skull making him more needy as he stretched you out.

As soon as he bottomed out, his hips began to move involuntarily, immediately picking up the pace. His hips becoming sticky with your juices as he set a brutal pace. His breaths came out shallow and he keened and moaned into your ear. Every thrust made his other cock rub against your clit just right. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his coiled tail moved you up and down his pre leaking cock.

It was clear he was already close, and it was clear he intended to cum deep inside your pussy. “Mine-“ he strained out. His clawed hands desperately clawing at your squishy warm hips as his thrusts became irregular. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he let out a final rut. His cum shooting deep into you, his other cock trembled as it shot cum onto your lower abdomen.

He continued thrusting despite being immediately overstimulated, he wanted, no needed to make you cum before he stopped. And not too long after, you felt the knot in your stomach break as you creamed all over his dick. He let out a satisfied hiss as he slowed down. His tongue flicking over your back to taste your scent. “Good mate…” he hummed slowly pulling out.

You breathe heavily as you turn to smile at him “Let out all that pent up frustration baby?” He nodded with a smile and clung to you softly. He was just a big softy, his massive chest did almost suffocate you but that’s okay, he can’t help but be a big tiddied baddy. You gently kissed his chest and played with his hair. This… this was the life.

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I love nagas <3

[tbaluver]

hi! i love how in character you write for l&ds, it's so nice whenever i see a new post from u☺️ i'd like to request how the l&ds men would react if they came too early and u reassuring them since that's the hottest thing ever; to imagine how they need u sm that they can't even hold back

thank u and have a wonderful day cutie <3

When They Finish First- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: 18+, suggestive content, MDNI, filthy filthy smut, smut with no plot a/n: hihi anonnie! it makes me so happy to hear you guys like seeing me post ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ in my opinion i think they’re all the type to prefer finishing after you when he knows you’re completely satisfied so i just added the build up story to it and i hope that’s okay ! i hope you enjoy and i hope you have a wonder day too luv (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

The plush of your ass was pressed tightly against his hardened shaft. His cock rested between your cheeks before looking for your hole again. A cuddle session that you two normally have developed into something so filthy. “so….so good….” He pants in your ear as his hands are planted on your hips to position his cock back into your core.

As you clench down on him, his pace begins to move faster, stronger, and needier. The twitch of his cock felt so good that it had your messy hole sob uncontrollably around him. Xavier who usually has remarkable endurance, still has his weaknesses—one of which is you. It wasn’t long for him to spill his orgasm inside of you. He gradually slows his pace before coming to a stop. “’m sorry…” He murmurs softly, his head resting against the nape of your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. "I didn't mean to be so greedy...." He says softly, pressing his head deeper into the nape of your neck to hide the flush of embarrassment on his face.

You smile softly, reaching out to find his hand resting on your waist before giving it a gentle squeeze. "t's okay Xavier, as long as you feel good." You say, turning your head slightly to give him a reassuring gentle kiss on the cheek.

His tip sensitive and red when he pulls out, covered in a beautiful shine. You feel the weight of the bed shift as he climbs on top of you, settling himself in between your legs. “I want you to feel good too.” He says with a gaze of a mix of determination and arousal.

Zayne:

You spread your legs over him and straddled his lap. You felt his hardened cock against your belly and he looked at you in adoration before attacking your hardened nipples with his mouth. You throw your head back, moaning as you wrap your arm around him for support. The way he’d move his lips against them and soak them with his spit and the way he’d bite them gently, leaving small marks on you. The way he suctions his lips around your nipples and wraps his tongue around them like a man starved. He moans into your breasts while massaging the other one.

He grabs you by the waist and flipped you over so you were the one on your back. With no hesitation, he opens your legs wide and open to expose your soaking wet entrance. 

He grabs his cock and begins tracing it up and down your slit to gather some of your natural lubricant. You close your eyes and let your body absorb every inch of him  that was slowly moving in and out of you.

He buries himself into you, balls deep as your legs wrap around his waist. His girth expands in every part of your walls voluntarily. He moves to nestle more comfortably on top of you, resting his face in the crook of your neck before speeding up his pace. You were so hot and squishy inside, digging his hips deeper and slightly wiggling them to ravish the reactions of your body. He inserts himself deeper and deeper into you and pulls out just a little every time. He groaned into your ear as he felt you clench around him and he didn’t know if it was the excitement or how deep he was in you to feel this good. You moan and scratch his back and he completely loses himself as his thrusts become more slower and fills you up with his load. He avoids meeting your gaze, hiding in the crook of your neck as his ears flush red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me.” He mumbles in your ear. He relaxes once he feels your hand gently thread through his hair in reassurance. "You're okay Zayne, 'm promise. Plus you losing control like that was really hot."

Once he sits back up, you notice the faint blush on his ears and you can’t help but let out a soft laugh. He pulls out of you, his length glistening from your soaked cunt before he settles himself between your legs to go down on you.

"Please, allow me to make it right."

Rafayel:

His eyes clenched shut as hot pants escaped from his pretty mouth. His hands rest on your hips to keep you steady as you slowly sink further down on his cock. His mind fogging up with you as he feels your warm and dripping cunt wrapped around his cock so perfectly. The way you're on top of him, your pretty little cunt squeezing his cock and rolling your hips that feels like heaven. The way you're just getting off from just him alone.

A broken gasp leaves his lungs, taking everything you give him as you begin to bounce yourself up and down on his lap. The perfect pretty picture he has in front of him and the sounds of your pretty pussy surrounding his cock in your juices as you ride him only fuels his pleasure.

“f-fuck-hah- s’good,” He babbles, eyes rolling back as you tremble on top of him. Your walls clenching around his cock as you grind down, the thick head of his cock rubbing your sweet spot so perfectly and making you shiver in response. You whine when you feel his cock twitch inside of you as he cums in hot spurts. A faint pink blush spreads across his face as he watches you slow your pace on him before completely halting your movements. “Raf…” You gently cup his cheeks but he refuses to meet your gaze. “Raf….did you like it that much….?”

He huffs, pouting as he wraps his arms around you. “Obviously,”

He presses closer into your touch, gradually meeting your gaze. "It's okay Raf," you say softly. "Losing yourself like that for me? It was actually really attractive." You offer a warm, reassuring smile before leaning in to gently kiss his lips.

With no warning whatsoever, he flips you over so you’re now on your back and he was on top of you. “Now let me see you lose yourself for me.” He says, pressing wet kisses lower and lower on your body.

Sylus:

He snatches your wrists into his palm and drags them above your head as he thrusts himself back into your soaking cunt. He pants hard, enjoying your soft and hot folds tightening around him. The thought of filling you up and coating your insides with his white juices, fueling his need for you more. The way he stretched your cunt was overwhelming, making you feel so full as he pressed in further deeper. You mewled as the large veins on his length rubbed against your walls so perfectly.

His hips rutted into you faster as praises spilled from his lips. “You look so good, baby” He praises again, each hard thrust leaving you breathless. "Feel so good too-hah...."

It didn’t take long and with a few more rough thrusts, he painted your walls white with his cum. You whimper as you feel the warm juices fill you up. "Sy...did you....?"

He loosens his grip on your wrists and pulls himself out of you with a groan, your body whining from the loss of his connection. “I’m sorry sweetie, I couldn’t resist.” He leans back and looks over your body, a smirk curving on his lips as he takes in the sight of you. “You just felt too good.” You playfully roll your eyes as he gently rubs your thigh. "It's okay Sy, it was attractive to see you not hold back."

A mischievous smirk appears on his face as his other hand was unable to resist rubbing teasing circles around your puffy clit. Amused from your reaction, he pumps his cock that was already hardening again.

“We’re not done here yet princess. And don't hold back on me.”

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Kitty hybrid!satosugu who take turns mounting you and breeding you when they enter their heat cycles(which are synced perfectly btw they said it themselves) and cover you in bite marks from your jaw down to your ankles literally NO inch of you is without indents of teeth.

Kitty hybrid!satosugu who are in love with your body, it's just too warm and inviting yk?

Satoru just loves snuggling up to your boobs they're just so soft and squishy and he always dips his hands down your shirt whenever you three cuddle to grope at them because he's just so fascinated by them. He also started giving you extra creampies when you accidentally told him that boobs leak milk after giving birth just so you get knocked up and he can taste your milk(sorry im nasty asf)

And suguru just loves your clit like??? Give her a break???? He won't lmaoo. Yk how real cats get a squeaky toy and squish it over and over to hear the noise? It's literally him with your clit because whenever he touches it or licks it you just make just cute noises, and it tastes good too! He'll literally go at it until you're crying and pleading for him to stop, but still not satisfied because this little kitty hybrid is a total glutton when it comes to your cum like??? Hello???

-🎀(gonna continue this with the rest of jjk boys but idk what hybrids they'd be)

HELLOOOOO? Nonnie bae come over and pay for what you've done because it's all over the screen now 😔😔

Kitty hybrids Gojo n' Geto would NOOOOOT be giving you a single second of rest RIP that puthy (pun intended). I was thinking of writing a Gojo x Reader x Geto sometime soon soooo 👀👀

Also oooo I feel like Toji would either be a big cat like a tiger or a wolf heheh. And somehow I just can NOT stop thinking about puppyboy! Choso and Ino 😈😈

[monster-disaster]

How do you think certain monster boyfriends/husbands handle their girlfriends’/wives’ plushies? Especially if they’re on the bed with them? 🧸🧸🧸

It's a cute idea. 😊

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Your orc doesn’t have a problem with your plush or plushies. Within reason. A stuffed animal or two? That’s fine. Cute, even. But if he rolls over in the middle of the night and gets jabbed in the eye by the ear of a plush bunny? That’s where he draws the line. Especially when he wants to hug you, and he has to fight himself through them to reach you. "Alright, sweetheart," he rumbles. "This ain't workin’."

Your werewolf is jealous. And he doesn't even try to hide it. Why would you need anything else when he is right there, soft, warm, and big enough to hold you in his arms as you drift off? He is your personal comfort, your real-life cuddle buddy, and yet, here you are, wrapping your arms around a fluffy monkey as it could compare to the heat of his body. He isn't about to throw your toys out, he is not cruel, but every so often, when he catches you with a plush nestled in your arms, he growls about it; "Don’t need that thing when you’ve got me, babe. I’ll keep you plenty cozy."

Your minotaur gets a little annoyed by the plush toys every now and again, especially when he wakes up to find one tangled around his horns. He’s not the type to make a big deal about it, but the soft, squishy feeling of a stuffed bear rubbing against his head in his sleep? Yeah, that’s not his idea of a good morning. The first time it happens, he just blinks at it, letting out a long, frustrated sigh before carefully untangling the toy from his horns, muttering something under his breath. "How the hell did this even happen?" It’s not that he minds the toys themselves, but the constant wrestling with them while he's trying to sleep is another matter.

Your goblin uses them as pillows. At first, you notice a few of them have started to migrate from their usual spots, ending up on the couch or in the bed. And then, one morning, you wake up only to find one of your favorite plushies squished right under his head as he snores away beside you. "What? It’s the perfect angle for my neck. Nice and soft, just the right support, you know, sweetheart?"

Your rakshasa boyfriend is all for the plushies. They are soft, warm, and perfectly comfortable for snuggling up with during the night. The real issue, though, is his mania for filling the bed with as many pillows and blankets as he can find. He doesn't care if it’s summer and the heat is unbearable. To him, the more softness around him, the better. You wake up in the middle of the night buried under a mountain of pillows, surrounded by enough blankets to make it feel like winter, and you sigh, wiping sweat from your brow. "Darling, you can never have too much comfort."

Your dragon boyfriend is totally fine with your plushies. After all, he can understand your hoarding tendencies. So, your plushies? He gets it, even if you have a few more than you might admit. He might find a certain charm in it. If they start taking up too much space, he just builds a bigger nest for the two of you and your plush army. "Don’t worry, love, we have enough room for your treasures."

Your naga doesn't like them. It’s not that he has anything against them per se, but the textures just don’t sit well with him. The soft, squishy feel of plush toys feels strange against his scales, and the last thing he wants in his sleep is the feeling of fluffy ears or stitched eyes brushing against his body. He tolerates them for you, but if you catch him side-eyeing the toys, you know why. Fortunately, the solution is simple. You just place your plushies on the other side of the bed so he can curl up around you without touching them. "So much better."