#...my sweet grumpy hubby...

[loganismybodyguard]

Husband material and dad material 💛💙

hey i love ur logan pregnancy fics, can i request one with trilogy logan. just like fluffy him and the reader r having a baby plzzz

𖤐 — a pie promise

pairing - trilogy!Logan ft. pregnant!reader

summary - It wasn't just a pie. And Logan? He knew that. So he made a promise—and a mess.

contents - fluff!! just Logan being a good and domestic partner, light humor, brief cameo of Storm and Kurt, baker!Logan?? reader being fussy about a slice of pie (hormones guys, cut some slack!)

words count - 2280 words

zayn's note - hiii nonniee!! thank you for sending me the request because honestly I want to write this for trilogy!Logan but somehow ended up with old man Logan 😭 alsoooo, not me doing a whole research on types of pie!! just because of this fic LMAO therefore, I'm sorry if there are mistakes about the baking things here. can't you see that he's so domestic coded (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠) you can apply to any trilogy!Logan though I prefer X2 Logan. enjoy your reading!!

The scent of cinnamon still lingered in the kitchen when you passed through, one hand cradling the small of your back. You were heavier these days, slower too—your belly rounded and firm beneath the soft fabric of Logan's old T-shirt, which you had permanently claimed as your own. The fabric stretched over your bump now, worn thin and warm with his scent, like comfort stitched into cotton.

You hadn't meant to cry today. You'd promised yourself you wouldn't.

But it had been one of those days. The kind where your ankles felt swollen and sore before noon, where no position was comfortable long enough to matter. The kind where the baby rolled and kicked like they were doing gymnastics under your ribs, and everything—not just your body, but your mind—felt worn thin.

Still, you’d pushed through. You hummed while folding the laundry. You answered Logan's check-in call with a cheerful tone, even if it was a little forced. And every time something felt a little too heavy, too much, you whispered the same thing to yourself: just make it to the evening. Pie will make it better.

Storm had brought it over that morning—apple cinnamon, still warm when she arrived. She'd smiled and said something kind about how you deserved a treat. And she was right. You'd only had one slice and saved the rest, imagining how you'd curl up with it tonight like it was a reward for making it through the chaos.

So when your eyes landed on the pie dish now, and it was empty—only stray crumbs clinging to the plate like a bad joke—you didn't move for a long moment.

You just stood there. Blinking once.

Then again.

Your lips parted, but no sound came. Just the tight little knot that climbed through your throat and refused to budge.

You tried to breathe around it. It's just a pie, you told yourself. It's fine. It's stupid.

But it wasn't stupid. It had been the one good thing. The one thing you'd clung to like a soft place to land at the end of a long, aching day. And now it was gone.

And somehow, that felt like too much.

Quietly, you turned off the kitchen light and walked to your room.

The hallway was still when Logan opened the door to your shared room, hair damp from a post-mission shower. It hadn’t been anything major—just enough to keep his muscles sore and his patience thin. He was looking forward to collapsing beside you, stealing a few peaceful minutes wrapped around the life you were building together.

But the moment his eyes landed on you, his instinct tugged.

You were curled up in bed, your back to the door, the blankets bunched around your body in a way that didn't quite look like sleep. The lamp beside the bed was on, casting a soft glow across the room, and yet the air felt heavy.

Something tightened in his chest.

“You still up, sweetheart?” he asked gently, his voice low and a little gruff.

There was a pause—barely a beat longer than usual—but long enough for him to notice.

“Yeah,” came your reply. Muffled. Dull. Not angry, but not right either.

Logan stepped further into the room, drying his hair with the towel slung around his shoulders. His eyes lingered on you—your posture, the way your shoulders curled slightly inward, the way your hand rested on your belly like it needed comfort.

He knew that shape. Not physical pain. Emotional. Quiet disappointment wrapped in fatigue. And it hit him hard—how often he missed moments like these, too tangled in his own thoughts or distracted by the next damn missions.

He slid under the covers and settled next to you, careful not to jostle you too much, his hand reaching to brush along your hip. Slow. Gentle. Like coaxing the truth from someone afraid to speak it.

“You okay?” he asked.

You mumbled into the pillow, “Yeah.”

Then, after a breath— “No.”

Logan's brows knit together. “What happened, my darlin’?”

There was a long silence. The kind that made his stomach twist.

And then you whispered, “Someone ate the last piece of pie.”

Logan blinked. “Sorry?”

You sighed, rolling over to face him. Your eyes were glassy, your voice cracking. “Someone ate the last piece of pie Storm made me. And today was awful, and my back hurts, and my bra feels like it's trying to assassinate me from the inside out, and that pie was the one good thing I had going and—”

Your voice broke into a tiny sob. “—and I just really wanted it.”

Logan's expression softened immediately. The mission tension in his shoulders drained away as he propped up on one elbow.

“C'mere,” he murmured, voice low and rough but gentle.

You curled up toward him without hesitation, cheeks flushed with heat and emotion. He wrapped an arm around you, one under your head, the other protectively draped over your bump.

“I'm sorry, darlin’,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “It's just a pie. But it wasn't just pie to you, was it?”

You shook your head. “I feel so dramatic.”

He smiled against your hair. “You're carrying’ a whole other human. I figure you're allowed a meltdown or two.”

You hiccupped a laugh and tucked your face into his neck, his scent grounding you—clean soap, leather, something faintly wild beneath it all, something uniquely his’.

“It's not that I'm mad. I'm just…” You sighed. “This pregnancy making me feel everything so hard. I cried over a baby sock earlier.”

“Was it a sad sock?”

“It was wrinkled.”

“Damn. Those'll get you.”

You pulled back just enough to see his smirk. “You're not helping.”

“Didn't say I was tryin’ to.” He chuckled, then kissed your forehead. His thumb brushed along your arm as silence settled again—comfortable, safe.

After a while, he murmured, “I'll bake you another pie tomorrow.”

You raised a brow. “You can't bake.”

“I'll learn.”

“Of course you will.” You smiled, eyes half-lidded.

“For you and this little monster in here? I'd do just about anything. You name it.”

Your heart swelled, full and aching with love. Logan might be rough around the edges, might grumble and scowl his way through most days—but in moments like this? He was pure warmth.

You pressed a hand to your belly, where the baby kicked softly against his palm.

He stilled, then smiled. “Think they're excited about the pie too?”

You laughed sleepily and closed your eyes. “Definitely.”

The afternoon light drifted lazily through the kitchen the next day. Logan stood by the counter, arms crossed, frowning down at the open cookbook like it had personally insulted him.

“I don't get it,” he muttered, holding up the measuring cup and squinting at the numbers. “What the hell's a ‘scant cup’?”

Kurt leaned over his shoulder, tail flicking as he peered curiously at the cookbook. “It means almost a cup. Not quite full.”

Logan glared at the cup with an annoyed frown. “That's stupid. Just say ‘not a cup’. Damn thing already makin’ this complicated.”

The kitchen looked like a war zone. Flour coated nearly every surface—like a soft dusting of snow after a blizzard—with ghostly handprints trailing along the edge of the counter. A sticky mixture of butter and sugar clung to a wooden spoon like it had given up on being stirred. The cookbook lay open, pages smudged with fingerprints and faint cinnamon streaks. Apples rolled across the counter like tiny rebels with a soft thump, unnoticed.

Storm walked in, took one look, and blinked. “Is this… a midlife crisis? What's going on here?”

Logan glared. “I'm baking, can't you see?” He let out a frustrated grunt and then threw his arms wide, hands caked in flour and dough like a living exhibit of “man vs. baking.”

“This,” he grumbled, “is what happens when you try to make a damn pie from scratch.”

Storm lifted a brow as she stepped into the kitchen. “Why, exactly, are you trying to make a pie?”

Kurt leaned closer, stage-whispering behind a barely concealed grin, “Someone ate the last one. He promised to bake a new one.”

Storm's expression shifted. The tease softened into something warmer. She crossed her arms gently. “Oh.”

Logan didn't look up, but his jaw tightened. “She was real quiet yesterday. One damn slice of pie and she looked like the world ended.”

“I know it did,” he said, softer now. “So, I'm fixin’ it.”

“She's pregnant, Logan. That pie probably meant more than you think.”

It took longer than Logan wanted to admit. The dough was a nightmare. Sticky one moment, cracking the next. Storm guided his hands with practiced patience, showing him how to work the butter into the flour with his fingers until it resembled coarse crumbs. Kurt teleported around slicing apples with dramatic bamfs and flair—until Logan threatened to throw the rolling pin if he kept startling the bowl.

At one point, Logan knocked his knuckles so hard against the counter trying to knead the crust that a chip splintered off the edge of the cutting board. He grunted, shaking his hand out. “This better be the best damn pie in history.”

Storm chuckled softly. “It doesn't have to be perfect. Just made with love is all that matters.”

The scent in the kitchen shifted slowly—first sharp and sugary, then warm and golden. Cinnamon swirled with caramelized apple, rich and cozy. By the time Logan slid the pie into the oven, the space had transformed into something else entirely.

He leaned against the counter, arms folded, sweat at his brow and flour in his hair, and for the first time all afternoon, he smiled—just a little.

You were nestled in the middle of the bed, swaddled in what Logan always called “the nest,” a loose page of your book resting half-forgotten on your belly. The room was dim and warm, lit only by the amber glow through the blinds. Everything felt still. Quiet. You had been dozing in and out, floating between sleep and thought.

Then, you heard him.

Heavy footsteps in the hallway. The familiar, careful kind he reserved for when he didn't want to wake you—or when he was nervous. The door creaked open a second later, and you blinked your eyes open.

There he was, standing in the doorway like a man caught holding a secret. His hair was a little tousled, and there was a faint smudge of flour still clinging to his ‘kitty’ hair.

In his hands: a pie.

The crust was uneven in places, one edge darker than the other, and a bit of cinnamon trailed like a thumbprint along the side—but it smelled right. Warm and sweet and full of care. Like brown sugar and redemption.

He hovered for a second. Cleared his throat.

“I, uh… made you somethin’.”

Your brows lifted, and you slowly pushed yourself up, resting back against the pillows. “Is that…?”

“Pie,” he said gruffly, stepping inside and holding it like it was sacred. “Might not look like much, but—figured it might make up for yesterday.”

You stared at him, lips parting. “You baked?”

“I had help,” he admitted, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, still holding the pie. “Storm made sure I didn't light anything on fire. Kurt sliced the apples. I did the rest.”

You looked at the pie. Then at him. Your chest ached in that full, tender way that always came when he did something quietly extraordinary.

“You really didn't have to go through all that.”

“I wanted to.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes flicking toward your bump before settling on you again. “You've been carryin’ our kid—deal with sore backs, swollen ankles, cryin’ over socks—I promised you I'd make a new one, right?”

Your throat tightened. Tears blurred your vision, again, and you let out a watery laugh. “You're really kind of amazing, y'know that?”

His smile turned lopsided, crooked in that soft Logan kind of way. He put the pie on the side table and turned his attention to you. His world. He thumbed away the tears like a gentleman.

“Come on, don't cry. I thought that pie would make your day better, hm?” He said, with a light teasing tone.

“Pregnancy hormones,” you huffed out through the last of your tears.

He chuckled and kissed your temple—slow and sure.

“Want a slice?”

“Only if you share it with me.”

Logan's smile widened as he nodded, slicing into the pie like it was a holy rite. Two uneven pieces on one plate. You fed him the first bite. He watched you with quiet hope as you tasted yours.

“... Logan.”

He held his breath, heart pumping wildly.

“This actually tastes so good.”

Relief flooded his face, and you could've sworn his shoulders dropped two inches. “Thank God.”

As you chewed, your gaze dropped to the pie and tears pricked again. “You baked for me.”

“I said I would.”

“And you didn't burn the kitchen down.”

He looked smug. “Close call.”

You giggled, wiping your eyes. “So, this whole pie is mine?”

“All yours. I'm lockin’ the door too, so no one steals the last damn piece.”

You kissed his cheek, heart full. “Thank you, Logan.”

He smiled, rough thumb brushing your cheek. “Anything for you and our baby.”

You smiled back, sat together, warm pie in your hands, the baby kicking gently beneath your dress.

And even with flour in his hair and burnt sugar lingering in the air—

It was perfect.

and, that's it!! ayo, this is so fun to write MY. HEART. MELTS. thank youuu once again nonnie for the request!! I hope you'll like it! give me your feedback!! reblogs are appreciated too <3 have a nice day loveliess!

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Domestic Headcanons w/ Mama!Reader and the Fushiguros #2: New Addition to the Family!

TW/Warnings: Domesticity, AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, Pregnancy, Mention of Creampies but not sexual, unhinged crack, JJK OC(but not main x Reader)

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Pronouns/Usage: She/Her, Mama/Mom

It was about time I finished this, been sitting in my drive for a few months. Anyway, this is a general headcanon that takes place mostly in my Modern Au as Mayumi will appear in future along with her bio. But she may appear in my "Toji Lives" au depending how I'm really feeling, I will probably age her up if I do.

If you has questions or wanna ask more about her, feel free to drop an ask in my inbox!

Introducing:

Name: Mayumi (L/N) Fushiguro

Kanji Name: 万優三

Age: 2-3(Modern Au)

Given how Toji is a dog 25/8 whenever he’s given any alone time with you, Megumi is genuinely surprised he and Tsumiki don’t have at least two or more younger siblings.

It mostly comes down to you and Toji’s schedules and how having another child or having more children wouldn’t be the best choice for you two and the kids themself.

It was decided by you AND Toji that Megumi would be your last child since baby Megumi was a hassle and you two were dealing with two kids under the age of three. As time went on, raising the two was hard work but both of you two managed. Now Tsumiki and Megumi are in high school and can function, there’s no need for you and Toji to treat them like children even though they will always be your babies.

But with Tsumiki and Megumi always away at school, it’s mostly you and Toji at home. Yes, it was nice and peaceful to have your house with you and your hubby. But you start longing for the days your children were younger and small. Missing when Megumi would call you Mama and Tsumiki with Mommy. You become all sentimental especially looking through family pictures throughout the house and the family albums. You started to miss having to take care of a little one in the house.

Toji notices this change in your behavior so he asks what's on your mind. When you tell him you missed your children being children, he suggested having one more child. This shocked you considering that Toji told you himself that Megumi was your two’s last child. He didn’t want to have any more after that because Megumi was a handful. You told him if he’s not comfortable and isn’t ready for another one that he shouldn’t force himself just to make you happy. You’ll just satisfy it with old baby pictures from the past.

You didn’t want to have a child just because you wanted a baby to coddle and that’s it. All children deserve to have a parent but not every parent deserves a child. But Toji brings up the point that both you and him are more stable, both financially and mentally, and have more time to be at home. Since your two other children are teenagers who can do basic functions, you can focus on taking care of a child while taking care of teenagers.

After some time and Toji being the little devil on your shoulder, you gave the green light to have another child. Albeit being the last child you and Toji will ever have.

Toji is excited to have another kid with you and to give Tsumiki and Megumi a younger sibling. But we all know why Toji is REALLY happy to give you another child. As the man got to stepping in making you pregnant and having another kid. This man put so many creampies in you it’s insane.

But you guessed the universe wanted to make it easier the third time because, like all of your pregnancies which is only two, you got pregnant fast. It only took a month of trying to get pregnant. Just like any pregnancy, it was rough. It was your third time so you expected what’s to come, though it had been 12 years since you were last pregnant. But Toji, being your ever loving husband, took care of you and was at your beck and call(Explain in detail here). Your scary, intimidating, and grumpy dog of a husband becomes your sweet and protective puppy all over again(if Toji wasn’t fucking already lol).

You wanted to wait until a visible ultrasound was possible to tell your two children. Luckily, Megumi and Tsumiki would be home right after school ends and you would tell them the news. After dinner, you told your two children to wait a bit at the table as you got the ultrasound that’s sealed in an envelope. As you just place the envelope in front of your kids, they look at it curiously. Toji chuckles as Megumi flips the envelope on both sides before Tsumiki grabs it from her brother.

“So we opened it, Mom? What’s inside?”

“You’ll find out once you open it, my dear.”

Then Tsumiki opens the envelope and finds the picture. She takes it out and holds it so she and Megumi can look at it. It took Tsumiki a few seconds to figure out as her smile extended. Megumi is still confused when his sister says, “Are you really, mom?!”

You nodded your head as Tsumiki stood up from her chair and gave you a hug. Megumi was still trying to wrap his head around the picture. Toji chuckles at his son as he walks over to him. “Are you okay, Megumi? You’ve been staring at that picture like it was a puzzle.” “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking at. How come Tsumiki got it before I did?” Tsumiki goes to Megumi as she starts explaining the picture. Before she even finishes, your son looks at you with wide eyes as he blurts out, “You’re pregnant, Mom?!”

Toji bursts out in laughter at Megumi while you smile at your son. You were happy that your children felt the same way you did, especially seeing Megumi smile. You were worried about the age gap between your children and their youngest sibling but it seems to not be a problem to your kids. 

You loved the fact your children were happy about having another sibling.

Ever since the announcement, Megumi has been home more often. While your children have been more considerate(if they weren’t already), Megumi had this shift in behavior that made you a little worried. Once you were in your 2nd trimester, Megumi always tried to be home before sundown. He always called you after school if you needed anything from the grocery or convenience store. He was very reluctant to leave you alone. At home, he always checks up on you whether you’re in the bedroom, sitting on the couch, in your home office/personal rooms. 

As much as Megumi says he doesn’t take after his dad, you thought it was adorable and endearing how Megumi looked after you like Toji did. Because of your already fluctuating hormones, you dote and gush over Megumi way more than usual. You didn’t before because you wanted to respect Megumi’s space and independence. Always playfully pinching his cheeks, giving your mama kisses, petting and ruffling his hair, the list goes on. Megumi never pushes you away or rejects your affection because you are his mama and it makes you happy. It’s also because Megumi loves your affection as it reminds him of when he was a little boy, but since he’s older he wants to be taken more seriously and wants you and Toji to treat him as such. Yet it bit him in the ass because you respected his wishes and only gave him physical affection when he gave the green light.

Megumi, every time he’s home, is stuck at your side. You’re in the kitchen making yourself a drink, Megumi is sitting at the table already. On the couch folding a small laundry batch, Megumi’s helping you with it. Sitting in the garden underneath the tree, Megumi makes you sit on the blanket as sits beside you with his dogs laid out in the shade. The only time he isn’t is when you’re in the bathroom or sleeping in your bedroom. But Megumi sends his dogs to watch over you during your naps. Bro, Toji told Megumi to make room for him on the couch just for him to side-eyes his dad and say “no”. Then Megumi’s dogs appear next to you and lay their heads on your lap. Toji was so annoyed.

But you didn’t know how concerned Megumi was for you until you Gojo called you and said Megumi wanted to opt out of dorming his first year at Jujutsu Tech. You asked Gojo if Megumi said why and Gojo only said, “Megumi-kun only told me he just can’t, (Y/N)-sama.” By the time the call happened you were in your third trimester, meaning you were nearing your due date. You asked Toji if he knew but he had no clue either. You and your husband had a talk with Megumi about it. Megumi said he didn’t need to dorm when he’s in high school because he could just walk to school from the house. But Toji being the better interrogator, he got Megumi to spill the real reason. And so Megumi reveals he doesn't want to dorm once he goes to Jujutsu Tech because he wants to help out around the house and watch his little sibling grow up. 

“Megs, you know I’m home, right?”

Megumi looks at his father before continuing.

“As I was saying, I need to be here in my little sister’s life. I don’t want to be a stranger because she can’t remember me, Mom.”

You gave a reassuring smile to your son, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“I get it, Megumi. I completely understand where you’re coming from. But I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. I have your sister and papa after all to help me, especially your papa since he can cook anything we ask for. And know the school requires their first years to live on campus, so you do have to live on school grounds. You can always come back whenever you need to, this will always be your home, My Dear Megumi–Wait, little sister? You think it’ll be a girl, Megumi?”

He shrugs, causing Toji to raise his brow at him.

“Ya sure, Megs? You don’t think it’ll be a boy? Don’t you want another boy in the family?”

Megumi squints at his dad as he frowns.

“If I know this family, your genes are too strong, Dad. I’m a complete copy of you and Tsumiki only got Mom’s personality and smile. If it’s a boy, it will be another version of you and I don’t even wanna think about that. Plus, I wouldn’t mind having a baby sister around, especially if she takes after Mom.”

You were flattered and honored that Megumi felt this way while Toji was utterly offended at his own son.

Megumi is a good brother and son all over. He looks after you, he looks out for Tsumiki when he can, and has a good relationship with Toji. You’d think he’ll be an amazing older brother considering how caring and gentle he can be. He may be a little clumsy but he tries and that is what matters. 

You decided to bring Megumi and Tsumiki with you and Toji to your next ultrasound appointment. Luckily, no problems were detected for the precious Fushiguro baby. The doctor and technician also revealed that you were having a baby girl! Tsumiki is visibly happy, slightly shaking Megumi's shoulders while he had a soft smile of his own. Then you looked over at your husband to see him with a wide but genuine grin.

“What’s with the grin, Toji?”

“Nothing, Hon. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Having another girl to spoil~.”

Your pregnancy goes as planned. Much to the dismay of Megumi, you gave birth while they were in school. As soon as Megumi and Tsumiki walk out of the school doors, they see Toji with the car waiting for them. “C’mon you two, don’t ‘cha want to meet your baby sister?” Tsumiki never saw Megumi sprinted towards the car so fast, whipping past her. Toji just laughs at Megumi’s eagerness to go see you and the baby.

Megumi is bouncing his leg in the car as they go to drive to the hospital. Once checking in, Megumi leaves his dad and sister in the dust to go find your room. Once he did, Megumi knocked gently before going inside with Toji and Tsumiki not far behind. Then the kids see the little baby bundled in your arms, sleeping away as you greet your older children. 

Megumi was right because Mayumi took after you except her eye color, which was like Megumi and Toji. But everything else, she was a carbon copy of you. You joked to Toji about being even since your third child looks like you. Toji goes along with it but he can’t help but feel warm inside knowing he has a daily reminder of his beautiful wife.

Megumi and Tsumiki get to hold their little sister. It was game over for Megumi because as soon as she was in his arms, he’d do anything for her. He was melting for his little sister and she didn’t even know it yet.

Megumi tries to spend a lot of time with her until he has to dorm at Jujutsu Tech. Megumi gets sentimental when he sees her baby pictures then and now she’s a toddler speaking full sentences. 

She loves to be held or sitting in someone’s lap. You, Toji, Tsumiki and Megumi, it doesn’t matter. She just likes to be close. It took her a long time to understand personal space but she tries her best. But she mostly likes being held by Toji since he’s tall. Plus she says Toji gives nice hugs. 

But Mayumi is picky when it comes to other people. She gets comfortable through exposure but she doesn’t like other people that much. She knows the others and is fine with them, but she’s not so much a people person. Not shy, just like a small circle.

Mayumi calls Tsumiki Miki-Nee or Tsumi Nee-san, then Mayumi calls Megumi Gumi-Nii and/or Mimi Nii-san.

Toji’s nicknames for Mayumi are Princess, Little Lady, Sweet Pea, and Snapdragon. Sometimes he does a variation of her name like Yumi or Mayu. But those don’t start coming until she’s much older.

Toji gets bummed out that Mayumi hangs out with Megumi and is her self-proclaimed favorite person. But you always remind him that she loves all of you, including him. This is true when she gets picked up by Toji at daycare or Toji comes home and she greets him. Always a smile on her face, arms out-stretched, while saying “Papa!”

Every time Toji is doing something outside, she’s either playing on the engawa, underneath the tree for shade, or running around and playing in the garden and the Koi pond nearby. She mostly likes watching the koi fishes swim around. She even deeps her feet into the crystal blue water as the fish gently nibble on her feet.

She’s also not a picky eater. Will eat anything and everything put in front of her that is seen as food. Her favorites are berries.

Mayumi’s favorite person is definitely Megumi. Toji thought it was him but he soon found out that was not the case. All because her first words weren’t Mama or Papa, her first words were Gumi. Then she started walking because she saw Megumi sitting on the couch while you were making lunch with Toji and took her first steps because she wanted to be near him. Sometimes when she can’t sleep, has a nightmare, or wants someone to take her to the bathroom, she usually goes to Megumi because his room is the closet. Some mornings, you would find Mayumi sleeping alongside Megumi. She usually hangs out in Megumi’s room doing her own thing or playing with his dogs. Megumi doesn’t mind but only gets annoyed when he’s napping or sleeping and she wakes him up. 

But she also hangs out in Tsumiki’s room too. Trying a new hairstyle, clothes, or playing with her stuffed animals. Tsumiki makes Mayumi into a Sanrio fan and even gives some of her plushies to Mayumi because she doesn’t play with them anymore. Every morning, Mayumi goes to Tsumiki to do her hair for the day. Sometimes asking Tsumiki to put a nice hair clip or bow for her. Mayumi’s so happy once she’s done that she shows you and Toji and it’s just so sweet oml.

She loves Megumi’s dogs and shikigamis. But her favorites are his white and black doggos. She loves playing and hugging them, always so gently with them. She likes to put ribbons on them like a collar and read to them. She would nap while laying on top of the white dog’s side and the black one is guarding her feet, making a protective circle around her. Then they allow her to grab onto them to help her practice walking. It’s so cute.

Mayumi knocks on doors before she enters. You don’t know where she picked it up from until you remember knocking on the doors yourself as you hold her. You assume she picked your habit, which turns out to be useful and courteous. It’s always three short knocks, keeping this habit even as a teenanger. 

Mayumi is the apple of the family’s eye and almost everyone, even for Yuuji, Nobara, Maki, Yuuta, Toge, Panda, and fucking Hakari and Kiara. They all have a soft spot for her. The worst of them all is Satoru, proclaiming he’s her big brother to which Suguru smacks him on the hand for it. He tries to win her over but his grand gift-giving actually scares her and makes her wary of him, much to Satoru’s dismay. To which goes to my next point:

Bro, your daughter doesn’t like Satoru. It’s high-key funny. She doesn’t hate him per say. She’s more scared and unsettled by him. One time, she started crying late at night because she had a nightmare. Megumi, with Mayumi in his arms, had to knock on your bedroom door because she was inconsolable and wouldn’t tell Megumi anything. Took all three of you, and eventually Tsumiki joined in, to calm her down. She was sniffling, burying her face into your neck, gripping her little hands as tightly as she could.

“Mayumi, Honey, do you feel a little better now?”

She nods into you but still holding on to you for dear life.

“Can you tell us what’s wrong? Please, Sweetheart?”

“White monster…The white monster with blue-eyes…Scary smile with pointing teeth…”

Tsumiki and Megumi looked at each other confused, you were just trying to figure out where she got that image from, while Toji held a frown before his eyes opened a bit upon realization. He has this goofy smile as he takes Mayumi from your arms and holds her in his own. Upon feeling being inside Toji’s arms, she instantly relaxes and looks up at him with a pout.

“So there’s a monster in your bedroom, Princess? You want me and your big brother Megumi to look for any monsters?”

She looks up at him with her little pout, sniffles, and nods her head quietly. Clutching to Toji like a Koala. Toji gets up with a grunt along with Megumi and they go into her room to look for the “monster”. Turning both the lights on and off along with Megumi bringing his dogs out. Mayumi watches the dogs sniff out her room, under her bed, and her closet.

“No monster, Gumi-Nii?”

Megumi pats her head softly.

“Yeah, no monsters in here, Mayumi.”

She’s still pouting even though Megumi confirmed no monsters while Toji rubs her back gently.

“Well Little Lady, you’re gonna sleep with Mama and I tonight so no monsters can get you. If there are, I’ll eat them.”

Mayumi giggles as he takes her into your shared bedroom to sleep peacefully for the night. Luckily she did as she snoozed away on his chest along with you tucked into his shoulder as your head rested on top of its side.

The next day, Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, and Yaga came to your house to talk about something. As they were discussing in your personal office, Mayumi knocks and she comes in to be held by you. While being held by you, you feel Mayumi shifting in your arms. You look down as she looks at Satoru with wary eyes. She clutches closer to you as she whines. Satrou looks over at her and smiles, causing her to hide into you further. By then, you noticed Satoru didn’t bring his blindfold. He brought his glasses instead so you could see the glimpses of his eyes. As soon Mayumi caught a glimpse of his eyes, she started getting uncomfortable and whining. You’re worried as you try to calm her down but nothing works. Then Toji comes in with the pitcher of water you asked for and she makes grabby hands at him. Your husband takes her in his arms and she points at Satoru while sniffling, making everyone, including you curious.

“What’s wrong this time, Mayumi?”

“Papa,” 

Points at Satoru

“White monster…big blue eyes and white teeth…that’s him…”

Everyone blinks a couple of times except for Toji who has his dastardly grin. Then the silence is broken by Suguru’s cackling followed by Haibara bursting out in laughter. Now you understand why Toji wasn’t so concerned about last night because he knew what Mayumi was talking about. The monster was random, she had a nightmare about Satoru. Nanami smirks while Yaga and Shoko chuckle at this. The only ones who weren’t anything were You and Satoru. You because you’re just shaking your head at Suguru, Toji, and Haibara. While Satoru looked like a hurt puppy that was kicked. You tried to comfort your unofficial oldest child but he just stayed hurt. He let out a sigh when he and your daughter made brief eye-contact before she hid herself in Toji, causing him to bark out in laughter. His laugh joined in with the other two. 

Toji calms down a bit before comforting Mayumi.

“Princess, that’s just Gojo. He’s not a scary monster, see? He’s harmless.”

Mayumi looks at Satoru before looking at you then Toji. She shakes her head at Toji causing him to chuckle. Mayumi says bye to everyone as she leaves the room with Toji. But Suguru wouldn’t stop teasing Satoru about it and it’s an inside joke everyone is in on.

So that’s why Satoru always wears his blindfold on because he doesn’t want to make Mayumi cry. As she gets older, she gets over it and funny enough doesn’t remember this event. No matter how much anyone brings it up, she can’t fully remember any of it. But their relationship gets better later on.

Though Mayumi’s humble, she’s spoiled. By you, Toji, Tsumiki, Megumi, your family, even Suguru and Satoru, specifically Satoru. Mayumi gets an allowance of 38,948 yen(which is roughly equivalent to $250 US dollars) from Satoru every month, and that’s not including holidays and birthdays. Toji and Satoru are fighting each other on who’s better at spoiling her to which you have to calm them down because it shouldn’t be a big deal.

Mayumi gets all sad and pouty when Megumi has to live on campus but Megumi promises to call frequently or visit once a week for her. Megumi gives her his old plushies of his twin dogs, telling her to hug them when she feels like missing him. Because of that, she is overly attached to them. She sleeps with them, goes to the bathroom with them, brings them outside to the garden, goes out, they come with her everywhere she goes.

Megumi hangs a drawing she made of him and Mayumi with his dogs in his dorm room. Also has a picture frame of him and her on his desk too.

When Megumi brings Yuuji and Nobara over, they always want to play with her. Nobara dresses her up while Yuuji shadow boxes with her. When they come over to sleep over, it’s twice the fun. Yuuji and Nobara get bummed out when it’s her bedtime but they remember they see her in the morning so it’s all good.

They also help Megumi watch and babysit her when you and Toji are out on a date/outing. It’s chaotic but it’s fun.

Toji and Megumi will be irritated and annoyed when someone, other than you and Tsumiki, asks them for anything Gojo. But once Mayumi starts asking for things, they won’t even bat an eye. She is spoiled by both her grumpy older brother and menacing father. One time you came home to see your daughter gleefully smiling at you, holding her plushie tightly as she told you about what she did with Toji and Megumi. Then you look over to see your son and husband wearing bows on their heads and had sanrio stickers all over them.

Mayumi’s such a bubbly and happy child that it’s like looking straight at the sun. Of course, she takes after you mostly both in personality and physical traits. It’s not until she’s in teens when Toji’s traits start revealing themselves in her.

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[aphroditaeon]

ANOTHER LEVI THOUGHT THAT WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVERRRR LEAVE MY HEAD POSTWAR LEVI WITH TWO KIDS WHO ARE LIKE HIM IN DIFFERENT ASPECTS ONE OF THEM (MAYBE A GIRL, IN MY HEAD) GOT HIS SASSY PERSONALITY AND IS GRUMPY ALL THE TIME AND (CUTELY) GLARES AT PEOPLE. HIS BABY GIRL NEVER FAILS TO BE STRAIGHTFORWARD THE OTHER ONE (MAYBE A BOY) IS SHY AF. LEVI IS CANONICALLY EMOTIONAL BUT HARDENED BY CIRCUMSTANCES. HIS BABY BOY IS JUST AS EMOTIONAL AS HIM, JUST AS SWEET AS HIM AND JUST LACK THE BATTLE HARDENED TRAITS

GOD I JUST IMAGINED LEVI AND THE TWO KIDS CLINGING ON TO HIS PANTS OHMYGOD OHMYGOD

THEY BOTH WOULD SO CRY IF LEVI WENT OUT FOR ERRANDS OR WORK aND CLING TO HIM THE MOMENT HE GETS BACK. HE WOULD WALK (or wheel himself lmao) IN AND GET ATTACKED BY THREE PEOPLE - GRUMPY BABY GIRL WHO IS MAD AT HIM FOR LEAVING FOR SO LONG, SHY BABY BOY WHO IS CRYING, AND WIFEY WHO IS JUST GLAD TO BE THERE AND MAKES SURE THAT HER HUBBY LEVI GETS ENOUGH KISSES (us fr) UGH I WANNA SHOWER THIS GORGEOUS MAN IN KISSES. THEN IT WOULD BE BED TIME AND NEITHER OF US WOULD HAVE THE HEART TO SEND THE KIDS AWAY BECAUSE THEY'RE SO DAMN CUTE WITH THEIR GREY EYES AND CHUBBY CHEEKS SO Y'ALL JUST CUDDLE ON THE BED WITH TWO TINY CUTIES SNUGGLED UP WITH YOU BOTH

im gonna have 500 babies with levi

THATS SO ADORABLE 😣💘 I always imagine his babies being so cute and so attached to their mommy yet so distant and cold to strangers, glaring them when they come near 😖 Just like their handsome papa 🤭

Clinging to his pants AHHHHHHHH 😭 little baby crying is killing me pleaseeee let me comfort him 😭 we definitely would make sure he gets enough kisses oh my god i wanna kiss him ALL OVEEERRRRRRR 😫😫😫😫😫 Stoooppppp the grey eyes and cute blushing chubby cheeks and jet black hair just like their papa looking up at you making such sad adorable face begging not to be sent away?? 🥹 NOBODY CAN SAY NO TO THAT!! 😖 …..we also cant say no to Levi making a face……he may be a serious, stoic DILF but he’s getting too spoiled after the war so now he thinks he can sulk to his wife if we don’t pay him enough attention 😒🤭 he needs [CENSORED] um cuddle time too! Babies spend one night cuddling with us and he’s all cranky in the morning LMAOOOOOOOO (severely blueballed)

500 BABIES WITH LEVI

500 BABIES WITH LEVI

we demand

500 BABIES WITH LEVI!!!!!!! 📣📣📣📣

[mythica0]

Hello fellow Epic fan! Hope you're still open to requests because I'm here to donate~! 😉

So I recently discovered that Poseidon has a wife of his own, named Amphitrite (whom I really hope he's more faithful to than Zeus is to Hera); I've also been craving more Lee Poseidon as of late, so how about we combine the two.

Scenario: Amphitrite sees her hubby's been in a really grumpy mood all day (no doubt because of some pesky mortal again) so she wants to help him take his mind off it with some sweet personal TLC in the bedroom~ (mostly cuddles and kisses, dw) That's when she rediscovers some pretty adorable things about her little lord of the sea~ 😊

TLDR; I want some wholesome couple fluff involving lots of tickle kisses (mainly on ear fins or gills).

Hope that's good enough for a description for ya!

Sweet lovin’

🎂:Epic: the musical

🧁:Poseidon

🍫:Amphitrite

Summary: after Poseidon comes home from an upsetting encounter with a mortal, Amphitrite wants to help cheer him up.

A/N: I don’t know much about Amphitrite, so I’m basically winging her characterization. Also, as a teenager who’s aroace and never been in a relationship, I’m hoping that I wrote the lovey-dovey stuff okay. With all that being said, enjoy! :3

P.s: (oooo, sorry to disappoint but Poseidon actually had more lovers than Zeus 😅)

Sweet lovin’

Poseidon walked into the fancy, decorated underwater cave, and the first thing Amphitrite heard was a sigh.

She turned to look as her husband stepped into their cave, their underwater home, looking tired and stressed. She walked closer, gently and slightly hesitant.

“My dear? Are you alright?”

Another long, deep sigh. “Yes, love, I’m fine. Just had some problems with that damn mortal I was telling you about.”

She smiled a bit, fondness and sympathy sparkling in her eyes. “I see. How about a bit of a cuddle night?”

Poseidon’s eyes lit up a bit at the words, although he tired to hide his extreme excitement as a more casual acceptance. “Yeah, that sounds…nice.”

Amphitrite chuckled a bit at the facade, but decided not to bring it up. “Alright dear, you go take a warm shower and I’ll get the bedroom set up, okay?”

Poseidon smiled a bit. “Thanks, love.”

She walked up to him and gave him a little peck on the cheek, needing to stand on her tiptoes slightly to reach. “Of course, darling.”

Poseidon kissed the top of her head in return and then walked off towards their bathroom. Amphitrite heard the water start running as she walked into their bedroom.

She looked through the room to find the most cozy, warm blankets that they owned. The cave was, well, a cave, but it was still fancy and furnished in a way fit for an Olympian, including a large, soft bed.

As Poseidon washed away the stress of the day, Amphitrite busied herself with making a comfortable nest of pillows and blankets on the bed. She dimmed the lights, and put on some soft music, trying to make a cozy, relaxing atmosphere.

Not long after she had finished, Poseidon stepped out of the bathroom in a comfortable robe for sleep. He walked into their bedroom and saw the little nest.

“It’s lovely, dear. Thank you.”

“No problem, my love. Now let’s cuddle!” She encouraged, pulling him towards the nest.

He chuckled and followed, and then they both climbed into the bed and wrapped their arms around each other in a warm embrace.

For a while they just cuddled calmly, but at some point, Amphitrite started to lightly trace Poseidon’s back.

He huffed a bit of laughter through his nose, and muttered lazily. “Darling, tha’ tickles..”

Amphitrite smiled, fond yet mischievous. “Oh, does it now?”

The teasing tone sent a shiver down Poseidon’s spine.

“Maybe this will help cheer you up, hmm?” She whispered, her voice full of affection. She wrapped her arms around Poseidon a little tighter, and then started to intentionally tickle, tracing and scribbling lightly at his sides.

Poseidon started to giggle, the light touch eliciting a light, airy sort of laugh. “Lohohove, nohoho..” he complained half-heartedly, but both of them knew it wasn’t fully genuine.

“Awww, but your little giggles are so cute!” She teased in response, her voice full of love. She leaned forward and started to pepper his neck with light, ticklish kisses, even making ridiculous little exaggerated noises.

Poseidon felt so silly, but yet so loved, as the various light, tender touches produced joyful giggles from him. “Ahamphitrihite plehehease! Thahat tihihickles!”

“That’s the point, dear, I’m tickling you!” She paused her little kisses to respond. She loved the giggles of Poseidon, how sweet and gentle they sounded in contrast to his usual rough personality.

Despite his protests, Poseidon was pretty happy right now. He definitely felt much better than he did when he came home. Amphitrite continued to trace little shapes and lines all over his sides with her long claws and lightly kiss along his neck and ear fins, eliciting soft giggles.

It was such a warm, loving and cozy environment, and Poseidon felt so cared for and loved.

It was all soft and gentle, each little giggle or teasing word no louder than a whisper- until Amphitrite decided to blow a small little raspberry on her husband’s gills.

This resulted in a quite embarrassing squeal from the god of the tides, followed by a bright blush and protests. “Dahaharlihing nohOt thehe gihihills!”

“Aww, are your little gills super-duper ticklish, hmm? Do they make you all giddy and happy~” she cooed gently in response, only furthering the redness on his face.

“Nohohoho, daharlihing stohohop!” He protested, unserious and gentle, gently pushing at her head where she was kissing and blowing raspberries along his gills. He was laughing much louder now, deep, belly laughs that echoed along the stone walls of the cave.

“I don’t know, dear~ are you sure you’re feeling allll better? No more yucky stress, hmm~?” She teased again in response, voice gentle and loving in the way only she could be.

“Yehehes, ihim hahahappy, ihi prohohomise!” It wasn’t a lie either, he truly was happy. The whole night of cuddles and tickles had done wonders to brighten his mood.

But Amphitrite wasn’t done just yet.

“I don’t know if I believe you~ maybe I should do one last thing, just to be sure, hmm~?”

“Plehehease, nohohoho!” Poseidon protested once again, a giddy sort of nervousness building in his chest.

Amphitrite ignored the untrue protests, and then pulled him closer. She’s scribbled her sharp claws along his sides and blew a big raspberry on either side of his neck at his gills at the same time, causing loud, rumbling laughter to escape from him.

After just a moment, she stopped, leaving him with leftover, breathless giggles.

“Ohoho myhy… yohou reheally know hohow to make a mahan lahaugh..” He smiled widely as he said it, giggles sprinkled into the words.

Amphitrite smiled, and leaned in close to Poseidon, continuing to cuddle as he let out all the remaining giggles. “Do you feel better?” She asked, genuine and fond.

Poseidon nodded. “Yes, love, thank you.”

“Of course, darling, anytime.”

And they held each other close for the rest of the night, until they drifted into a peaceful, loving slumber in each others arms.

———THE END————————————————

[strangesthirdeye]

Grumpy Star (Ineffable hubbys x toddler fem! Reader)

Summary: Little Star is not feeling well, what can the two celestial dads do for little Star to return to normal?.

Warning: Ineffable hubbys is everything. No episode 6 allow, sick reader, chicken porridge, cuddle, fluff, love, Aziraphale can cook better than Crowley, sweet, Aziraphale is Papa, Crowley is Daddy, miracle there, miracle here,

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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"Rise and shine, my star. wake up, Papa make your favorite breakfast" Aziraphale chimed as he opened the curtains of your room, letting the sun come in to brighten your room.

You groaned uncomfortably at the interruption of your sleep before pulling the blanket over your face. Hiding your face from the light shining on your warm face. Sweat covering your body as your body seemed to shiver under the blanket. Aziraphale smiled before he took a seat on your bed.

"come on, love. You don't want your dad to finish your favorite pancakes, do you?" Aziraphale said.

You were just silent and still in that position without even looking at Aziraphale. Your body shivered with chill and warmth in your body. Aziraphale frowned at the lack of reaction from you. Usually you would wake up excited as soon as he mentioned your favorite breakfast but now you seemed like you didn't normally do it.

You seem wrong. Aziraphale started holding out his hand to pull your blanket. As soon as his fingers touched and pulled the blanket that covered you, he was shocked when he discovered your condition.

Your face is pale, your body is shaking and full of sweat. You still closed your eyes as your breathing seemed to be panting. Aziraphale's face began to change. He started to touch your head but when his skin touched your dampened skin, he pulled his hand back. Your skin is hot and cold at the same time, that's why you're shivering. Aziraphale began to be concerned with your conditions.

"my dear, you... You are sick" Aziraphale said with great concern.

It is normal for humans if they have a fever but for you who was born with a miracle by two celestial being not to mentioned that you are half demon and half angel, it is quite impossible for you to feel sick.

"just- just hold on, papa will come back to you later, okay?" Aziraphale assured before he rushed out of the door.

Crowley who is sleeping sprawled on the sofa did not notice his husband rushing to the kitchen to retrieve a cloth and a basin filled with water. Aziraphale stopped his walk when he noticed that Crowley was still sleeping after being woken by him a thousand times that morning.

He grumbled and ignored his sleeping demon to go to your room. He opened the door again but this time slowly and with any noise as he knows that you are not in the mood for that. He put the basin filled with water on the table next to your bed before he dipped the cloth into the basin and squeezed it to leave it wet and folded it before placing it on your forehead.

You flinched at the sudden coldness before relaxing and letting the cold seep into your warm skin. You sighed heavily. Even your breath is warm.

Aziraphale rubbed your hair gently. "don't move too much, dear. You must rest to be healthy. I'll tell daddy to bring you medicine while I cook chicken porridge for you"

You grumbled with approval before snuggling into your thick blanket for comfort. Aziraphale sends you a sympathetic look before he gets up and walks downstairs to the kitchen. Before he went to the kitchen, he managed to wake up Crowley, who was still sleeping and didn't think about the world, finally woke up from his slumber. Maybe him being a snake requires a good enough sleep.

"Crowley, I need you to bring medicine to Y/n's room, now while I prepare chicken porridge for her." Aziraphale ordered.

Crowley grunted sleepily. "Ugh.. why would I bring medicine to Star's room? Why do you want to cook chicken porridge? Didn't you make pancakes?"

"the pancakes can wait but Y/n can't. She's sick.. And it's quite rare for an angel or demon to get sick. Let alone half angel and half demon. She's still on the bed and doesn't have the energy to wake up so you go bring medicine for her to eat before I bring chicken porridge to her" Aziraphale strode past Crowley who was still sitting sprawled on the sofa.

Crowley straightened himself from his hunched position. "Star is sick? But that's impossible. Celestial beings never get sick. They are immune to all kinds of diseases and viruses"

"That's what I said earlier, it's quite rare for celestial beings to get sick. I don't know how sick she is but all I know is her body temperature is up. Now go get the medicine and give it to Y/n" Aziraphale ordered as he reached for a medium-sized pot and a soup spatula.

Crowley made a sound as if he was just agreeing to what his husband told him. He stood up and took medicine from the medicine cabinet hanging on the wall next to the kitchen before he moved to your room.

"and don't use miracle! we don't know how sick she got plus I don't want the upstairs to know that we used a miracle to cure her.. I don't want them to know about her.. they will take away my baby" Aziraphale said to Crowley but the last sentence Aziraphale muttered to himself.

Crowley waved his hand as if dismissing what Aziraphale warned him. As soon as he arrived in front of your door, he slowly opened the door of your room and peeking his head to see how you were.

You were snuggling into your thick blanket with folded damp cloth on your forehead. Your eyes are closed so that means you are sleeping but Crowley noticed that your chest is rising up and down very rapidly which makes Crowley worried. He never saw you like this. His Star is always happy and energetic all the time but this time his Star looks very weak and not energetic.

Crowley strode towards you slowly with medicine in his right hand. He didn't want to disturbed your sleep. You need enough rest. He noticed your forehead was wet with sweat. He put the medicine on the table next to your bed and then slowly sat down on the bed next to you. He reached out his hand on your warm cheek.

"Star? hey.. wake up.." Crowley called softly.

You groan tiredly but your eyes still don't open.

"come on, you should take your medicine before anything else happens" Crowley patted your cheeks gently.

"no medicine.. Medicine doesn't taste good" you mumbled tiredly.

Crowley huffed a laugh. "Oh, Y/n..Come on, you should take medicine" he poked your cheek several times trying to wake you up.

You whined in protest then waved your hand to block your dad's hand from your face before opening your eyes. Your eyes are very tired showing that you really have no energy.

Crowley grinned. "there you go"

you started to sit and lean your back on the headboard. You glanced at your dad with extra tiredness and dissatisfaction.

Crowley frowned. "don't make such a face at me, it's your Papa fault who told me to take the medicine. Besides, you have to get up to eat later" Crowley reached for the medicine on the table and opened the lid of the medicine and poured the liquid into the spoon.

You face away from the strong smell of medicine. "nooo"

"just one spoon of medicine and then you can rest" Crowley put the spoon in your mouth.

"noo.. it doesn't taste good" You protested.

"what kind of medicine tastes good? It just tastes bitter and it won't last long.. come on, Star" Crowley said, bringing the spoon closer to your mouth.

You grunted grumpily before opening your mouth and letting Crowley spoon the medicine into your mouth. Immediately a bitter taste was felt in your throat making you grimaced with disgust.

"there, isn't it nice?" Crowley joked.

You whine grumpily before laying back down and facing away from your dad, sulking.

Crowley sighed. "just don't sleep yet, your papa will come up and bring food. You must eat."

You hummed before closing your eyes tiredly. Crowley rubbed your back soothingly. A knock was heard before the door was opened by Aziraphale with a tray of chicken porridge and water in both hands.

He glanced at his husband and daughter with concern. "how is she?"

"just the same" Crowley muttered.

Aziraphale nodded his head then moved to the other side of the bed, facing Crowley. He looked at you worriedly.

"Y/n, dear. Get up and eat.. You have to eat if you want to be well" Aziraphale said while placing the tray of chicken porridge on his lap.

"I don't feel like eating.. " you mumbled.

"Well, you need to eat also to get your energy.. Please" Aziraphale urged you.

"My head hurts" You said.

"i know, my dear.. come on, wake up and eat" Aziraphale said.

Finally, you got up and sat down, leaning heavily on the headboard to support your weak body. Crowley rubbed your hand with comfort.

Aziraphale started to feed you with the chicken porridge from time to time even though you were a bit hesitant to eat because you could feel your body as if it was rejected to eat and would vomit later which thankfully it would not happen.

After just eating and drinking, Aziraphale gave the food tray to Crowley to place on the bedside table where the medicine was placed. You lie back down and close your eyes which leads you to sleep. Aziraphale held your tiny hand and rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand while Crowley held your other hand.

"What do you think, angel? She's being sick?" Crowley glanced at his husband expecting some explanations from him.

"I don't know, Crowley.. it's a bit sudden. She shouldn't be sick. She's literally immune to everything" Aziraphale replied as he looked at you with concern.

Crowley sighed. "whatever it is, she will be okay and not sick anymore"

Aziraphale nodded. "yes.."

The two partners start to be quiet as they don't want to disturb you anymore, their eyes still on you in case you suddenly feel uncomfortable and need them, they will be by your side. But eventually, Aziraphale needs to go downstairs and wash the bowl of porridge and the glass he brought earlier. He told Crowley to pass the tray of food placed on the table next to him which Crowley obeyed but then stopped suddenly.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley confused. "Crowley?"

"Angel.. " Crowley called, eyes still on the food tray.

"yes? what's wrong?" Aziraphale began to worry.

"I think I know why Star is sick" Crowley began to lift the food tray and show it to her husband.

Aziraphale gaped at the sight of a clean bowl and glass that had absolutely no leftover food. Everything is clean as if it had just been washed. clean and shiny bowls, spoons and glass.

"that's.. she-" Aziraphale tried to make an assumption. "You don't use miracle right?"

"no.. you?" Crowley asked

Aziraphale shook his head. "no"

"I think, Star is sick because she finally got her first miracle" Crowley said then looked at you impressed.

"That's why she suddenly got sick" Aziraphale beamed excitedly.

"ahh, this is great.. Star finally got her first miracle" Crowley cheered lowly as he didn't want to disturb your sleep.

"i know.. ohh, I'm so proud of her, Crowley.. Our baby has grown up" Aziraphale beamed.

"does that mean I can take her in the Bentley with me?" Crowley suddenly asked.

"No" Aziraphale replied.

"wha- why? you said before that not until she got her first miracle.. Now she has got her first miracle! Don't let me start that her age is not enough because she is three years old now." Crowley protested.

"But the way you drive the Bentley is dangerous" Aziraphale said.

"I'm not that crazy to drive a Bentley at high speed with a toddler in the Bentley" Crowley argued.

"Fine you can take her" Aziraphale gave in.

Crowley smirked with victory

"well, I love you, Angel"

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "I love you too, Crowley"

[bratulaura]

From the Roots

Jufura- pt.1

Ryomen Sukuna x Rosela(OC)

Warnings: Language, violence, soft ex hubby Sukuna(technically), dominant wife energy🙌🏾

♥️🌹🥀🖤

Ryomen Sukuna has never been the kind of king to rule with a queen. A modern day sorcerer would scoff at the thought of such an ancient, ruthless curse being soft for a woman.

But a modern day sorcerer would also know that the king of curses is unpredictable.

His presence was felt across Japan the day that dumbass kid decided to take a chunk out of one of his fingers. As a matter of fact, he ate it whole.

Yuji Itadori, the lost cause. A weirdo child.

Sukuna didn’t enjoy being in the mind of a confused teenager. But his body was in all right shape. It could have been better.

The kid didn’t have any techniques. Was he even a sorcerer? If not, how would he have know about the fingers?

Sukuna’s nose scrunched. He glanced around. It turns out, the kid was on the top of a school roof for some reason. The curse he just killed was forgotten in three seconds tops.

He took in a deep inhale. He paused.

That smell. So familiar yet buried deep in his memories, almost never to be recovered.

It had hardly been a full minute and she was already there.

“Rosela.” He drawled. His voice was low, gravelly— almost nostalgic in a way.

Crushed black rose petals, burnt amber resin, aged red wine. He could scent every note like she never left. And that scent that always lingered— patchouli and oud. The undertone of decay, but that was always his fault. Always, though, she had a distinctly sweet smell that he could taste.

Despite that, he frowned. Displeased and grumpy. Centuries trapped, sealed in his damn fingers, and he’s released just to be face to face with his ex wife, at her full strength while he’s stuck inside the body of a stupid underdeveloped highschooler.

If he believed in karma, this would be it.

He senses her before he sees her, and sees her before he feels her.

All these years and she hasn’t changed a bit. That same deep red hair cascaded down her back in curls that reached her waist— and her waist. He stared. Exposed lines and cursed carvings, a thorn chain hooked around her waist like it doesn’t cause her pain. Those rose gold eyes gleam, almost shining light across the whole city. Maybe that’s because he’s staring so damn hard.

Once she catches him in her sights, she’s suddenly up close. He can feel her. She’s never plummeted in power, not even a percent.

Before he can even go to speak, his body’s being launched halfway across the city, then caught in her hands like he weighs nothing.

“Who do you think—“

“—I am?” She finished for him. “Your ex wife. Rosela.”

Her expression remains unmoving, but he can hear the scorn in her voice.

“Remember me? You should. And I should kill you right now.”

“You underestimate me? The king of curses?” He sounds enraged and incredulous in one breath. Rosela pauses.

“You’re right.” She concludes after a moment of consideration. “I want you.”

He raises a brow.

“As in you. At your full power.” She puts emphasis on the word, and he can hear the snippet of annoyance in her tone.

“Maybe add more next time.” He scowls. “You punnet-grade harlot. You dare lay hands on me?”

“Punnet?”

“Had we not divorced due to your ceaseless blabbering, your womb would be good for nothing but bearing the fruit of my seed.”

She’s speechless, jaw hanging open in shock with quickly turns to anger.

“I would watch how you speak to me when you’re not even at a quarter of your strength. The only reason you haven’t attacked is because you know you cannot beat me like this.” She spits it at him, and he almost flinched.

Almost.

Rosela, the second strongest curse in the world. Well… currently first since he’s stuck. As previously stated a million times before.

Why would he marry anyone else?

“You’re lucky, girl.” He grits out. “Enjoy your freedoms while they last. When I regain my true form, I’ll rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to you while it’s still beating.”

“And then what? Cry in Uraume’s arms like the giant gargastic baby that you are? I pray to me that you never return to your true form, Ryomen Sukuna. Not because I’m intimidated, but because you’ll go right back to kissing Jack Frost’s ass like the dog you are.” Rosela snapped back, then slammed him into the nearest building.

“You’ve gotten soft.” Sukuna comments. “By now, you’d have killed me.”

“I’ve always been more composed than you.”

“You’ve always been more merciless, though.”

Rosela’s eyes traced him up and down.

Sukuna followed the rose gold gaze. He liked that color.

“You’re a cataclysmic failure of a curse.” She murmured. “I almost feel sorry for you.”

Sukuna scoffs.

“Sorry for me?” He echoes.

The air goes still.

Back on the roof, a flash of white.

Sukuna tensed. Rosela glanced back, composed.

“Oh, look.” She purred. “A sorcerer. Your favorite little fire trucks, baby boy. Go play!”

She snatched him up by the collar and tossed him back toward the school building with little to no difficulty.

Sukuna landed with a tumbling thud, nearly breaking through the roof of the school.

“There you are!” Gojo cheered. “All right. Let’s wrap this up, I don’t have all night.”

“You had all night to get here…”

“Oh, cheer up, Megumi. The third years won’t laugh at you that hard!”

Sukuna scowled. He may not be able to fight his ex right now, but a mere sorcerer? He was almost offended.

Rosela retreated to the sealed tree and she rested against it.

Until Sukuna regained his full form, she wouldn’t waste her time with worthless talk.

[fatuismooches]

idk even know if we all have covered this before but uuhhh...

your birthday would be special and not so special at the same time, wether your with Zandik or Dottore doesn't matter.

if you're both still in the Akademiya, he would hide a new creation from you and work on it when you have classes but he doesn't a few weeks before your birthday. he thought it was weird, celebrating your day of birth, but he had listened to you talking about all these kinds of things that you got when you were younger, and decided to at least try and make you just a little happier than usual. (you got a little robot thing that can play your favorite music, plus some of his favorites too since you always pester him to tell you his music taste)

if its with the doctor though, you might just get a little more. even though you've technically been alive for 400 years, you still don't dare call it otherwise (you can see your dear hubby's eyes sadden a little when you say you still weren't "alive"), you still haven't celebrated your birthday for all those years. and with thousands of three other people wanting to celebrate it too, how could you not. so you had a little tea party ig containing of Bina, Pantalone, child, little Zandy and with Dottore himself reluctantly setting off his duties for a little while just for u.

(also yes, you could just call me 'luv ya anon' if you want to, I don't mind cutie)

-Luv ya

Holidays, ceremonies, birthdays, anniversaries, special days, and so on were never of much importance to Dottore if he was being honest, being raised how he was. They were mostly a waste of time. Even after he met you, they were never a subject of much attention. That's not to say he doesn't care at all, however. Well, he only cares about it if it's related to you because you're the only one he cares about, and it'd be a hindrance to his work if you were sad or upset (lies, of course.)

In the Akademiya, Dottore had never ever made a birthday gift for someone else, but you were the one who changed that of course. The scholar would have never guessed he'd ever do something like this but... you've changed him, even though he loathed to admit it. He tries to think of it as simply 'repaying' you for the gift you gave him on his birthday, in order to convince himself that he's not just being nice. You would let him think what he wants, but you're really happy that he took the time to get you something, hand-make it no less. Him taking time off from his experiments for you? Consider yourself loved.

(It reminds me of my HC that Dottore created an upgraded version of the instrument used for Radiant Spincrystals for you :3)

When you woke up after so many centuries, you're just happy to be able to get through another birthday. Just being with all the segments on your special day, and getting something sweet was more than enough. Of course, once your new friends found out, obviously that was no good for them! Too bad, it doesn't matter what you or Dottore think, they will make sure you enjoy yourself ten times more on this day!

You're hesitant on bothering Dottore but Columbina and Pantalone have zero problem dragging him out. He's grumpy and annoyed at first but, when he sees how happy you are, well, he could afford to sacrifice a few hours for that. All in all, you may only have a few people around, but they love you more than you know.

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 14 - I Call This One “The Tarantino”

Dean cares for his sicky-poo hubby.

Suptober prompt: Fever Flufftober prompt: "I hate it" - "No, you don't" Fictober prompt: "If you don’t stop now —"

(Read on AO3)

On his way into the room he gives a little tap on the door frame.

“Knock knock, babe, you feelin' any better?” he calls softly.

In the dim glow of their nightlight, Cas is nothing but a mounded shape on the bed. The shape doesn't move, but a muffled, guttural groan issues forth.

“Okay, I'll take that as a no,” Dean chuckles.

“Fuck you,” his husband replies hoarsely.

“Awwww, grumpy pants.”

Peeling the blankets down a bit, he touches the back of his hand to the patient's forehead. “Mmm, nope, that fever's still cookin'. Sit up a little, I'll give you another dose.”

With much grumbling and an impressively multilingual array of swear words, Cas allows himself to be muscled into a sitting position. Dean administers a couple of pills and a tall glass of water, which he refuses to take back until its contents have been drained. “I know it hurts to swallow, bud, but you gotta stay hydrated.”

Cas cracks open a bleary eye and glares at him resentfully. “Why won't you just let me die?” he rasps.

“Well,” Dean explains as he helps his husband reposition himself back down in the bed. “I'm kind of fond of you, for one thing.” He drops a kiss on Cas's messy hair. “For another thing, I hate to break it to you, but this is not a fatal illness. You will feel like shit for another couple days, and you will be denied the sweet release of death about it. Sorry, but very much not sorry for that.”

As another rasping growl erupts from his patient, Dean sighs.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know. Bein' sick is the worst. You want me to rub your back?”

“No,” comes the mournful reply. “My skin hurts.”

“Okay, well, how about this?”

Moving down to the bottom of their bed, he throws the blankets back to uncover Cas's feet, and runs a tickling finger up one sole.

Cas flails and almost kicks him in the face. “Dammit, Dean, if you don't stop now–”

“Okay, okay, sorry. I couldn't resist. But here, let me just...”

Taking one foot in each of his hands, he digs his thumbs into the meat of his husband's arches and pushes in a rolling circle.

Cas groans again, but it sounds less sepulchral this time.

“Good, huh?” Dean says with a grin.

“...I hate it,” comes the faint reply.

“No, you don't.” He shifts his grip and starts stroking from Cas's heels up towards his toes.

“Mmmm no, I don't. Keep going.”

“As you wish.”

Dean busts out all his best moves, massaging from his husband's ankles all the way up to the tips of his toes. Cas moans and sighs, desperate to soak in some pleasant sensation after feeling full-body lousy for the past few days.

“How are you so good at that,” he asks dazedly after Dean finishes and tucks the blankets back in around his poor patient's tootsies.

“Hey, you think I spent my twenties picking up waitresses all across this great nation of ours and I didn't level my foot rub game up to immaculate? The American service industry runs on aching feet and tired legs. Those moves got me laid more times than I can count.”

Cas hums. “Well, I'm afraid I can't pay you back in the manner to which you are accustomed.” His voice fades as he starts drifting off for another fever nap.

Dean gets up to leave again so his husband can rest, but he pauses on his way out the door. “It's okay, baby,” he says with a soft smile. “I take rain checks.”

[wanderingfaee]

T-that's our my grumpy sweet feral hubby! 🥴🤤🖤💦

Miguel o hara who fucks you like he hates you but after he takes care of u😍😩

mdni, nsfw below, requests open

Miguel O'hara who'll hold you down in the sheets, rough hands leaving marks on your skin. He'll whisper into your ear so many filthy things, watching how you moan and nod.

He'll be pounding you from behind, skin slapping against yours, legs kicking up from pleasure as he buries himself deep inside your tight cunt. How you struggle to take him, walls stretched out as you feel just so full of him.

Miguel O'hara who pulls on your hair, giving you orders as you do what he says. How he uses you as his own fuck toy, overstimulating you as he chases his own high. He'll get you all worked up, edging your orgasm just to not give it to you. You'll crumble and whine at his touch.

He could be just so mean to you, grabbing at your neck, denying or ruining your orgasms, slapping your clit. Just so so mean to you, but who said you didn't like it. How your walls clenched when he would degrade you or slap your ass, how you moaned and whined for him.

Miguel O'hara who'd also take care of you afterwards, giving you water and snacks. He'll let you sleep on his chest, or he'll take you to the bath. Just anything you ask of him, he'll do.

[redheadkittys]

...if you love ieyasu and it doesn't matter if it's the slbp or ikesen one😍...

[f10werfae]

Hey beautiful I was wondering how lumberjack Henry would react to shy wife getting drunk? Is she a happy giggling drunk? Or just randomly confident and not shy at all? ❤️

Lumberjack!Henry Dealing with Drunk Shy!Short!Wife

A/n: Loved this idea so much I made it into a spicy sweet drabble

Disclaimer 18+ / Lumberjack!Henry Masterlist

“Hey pretty girl, I missed ya” Henry whispered helping in his drunk wife, who was clearly having a damn good time at her best friend’s hen party; too precious for her own good. “I-I miss m-my hubby n-n my m-marly” She hiccuped hugging onto Henry’s side tightly for balance, his hand subtly running down her back to give her ass a tight squeeze.

“H-hey only m-my husband can do that Mister!”

Y/n scolded wagging her finger in the older man’s face, still not recognising that it was indeed her grumpy lumberjack husband, her Henry. “Oh sorry bunbun, my apologies” He smirked helping her onto their shared bed, which was full of anything pink, from pillows to small fluffy blankets; it was all for her. Henry’s cabin used to be the epitome of dark, if possible any piece of furniture was black, but now with this little light in his life that was changed. His lunches for work had tiny love notes in them, their toothpaste was strawberry flavoured, his couch had pink covers and his bedsheets were no longer black, but a dusty pink.

That wasn’t even all of it.

“Wait! Y-you just called- called me b-bunbun, n’ o-only my husband does t-that” She said squinting her eyes as he took off her heels, massaging her poor feet, before pulling down the stockings she was wearing to protect herself from the Winter cold. “I am your husband sugar, your one n’ only lumberjack” He chuckled hovering over her as she pulled him down on top of her, her hands tracing over his nose bridge as usual, “O-oh baby i-it is you! M-missed you s-so much, need y-you so bad. I-I got a little d-drunk so am sorry, b-but I love youuu” She sang out in a little song, throwing her arms around his neck, his lips raining kisses on her face as she giggled.

“S’okay bun, remember I told ya to enjoy yourself, as long as ya text me to pick ya up, n’ ya did” Henry replied slowly, pulling down the side zipper of her black sweater dress, her head lazily nodding along to his words. “Are ya p-proud of me? M-made sure to keep an e-eye on my drinks n-n’ I didn’t go t-to the toilet a-alone, and AND! I r-replied to y-your hourly t-texts” She hiccuped smiling proudly to herself, her arms coming up so Henry could pull the dress off her, leaving her in her favourite pair and comfortable pair of granny panties; which Henry swiftly took off because of the rule, no panties indoors.

“Mhm so proud of you bun, couldn’t make me happier, did ya enjoy yourself?” Henry smirked placing a kiss right above her pussy making her shudder, before pulling up her sleep shorts, which were actually Henry’s that shrunk in the laundry. Her giggles filling his ears as she tangled her hands in his mop of curls, his hands lifting hers up to put the shirt on, but not without unclipping her bra first. “N-no, don’t wanna shirt, s’too warm” She whined flopping around like a fish, making him sigh and just throw the shirt to the side, not like he was complaining much.

“n’ what if ya get cold baby?” He quirked helping her crawl under the soft crisp covers, his hands coming to push a headband on, keeping her hair away from her gorgeous face. Reaching for the micellar water on the nightstand, he took a few cotton pads and began wiping the light makeup she had put on that night, her mouth jokingly trying to bite onto the cotton.

“Ey, no bitin’ or else no sexy time” Henry smirked instantly watching her stop and straighten her face, but her lips filled into a pout. “I-if I get cold, then I-I have you s-silly” She smiled once he finished, her head bouncing side to side on the pillow, her energy still bouncing off the walls. “Mhm you’re right bun, i’ll keep ya warm, all night” He whispered sliding into his side of the bed, his hand patting his chest invitingly as she wiggled over, her head landing on top of his pec. “Y-you’re so fuzzy n’ warm, I-I kept tellin’ the girls, th-they were sooo j-jealous. Course I told them, y-ya were mine, LOOK AT MY FINGER!” She rambled holding up her left finger, pointing at the golden wedding band sitting snugly, a giddy smile on her face as she felt Henry’s hand rubbing up and down her side.

Henry’s chest swelled with pride at the thought of his precious little wife getting the confidence to tell people she was his, proudly showing off how they claimed each other with the rings on their fingers, the next step of putting a baby in her already cooking in his head. “Gah maybe I should let you get drunk more often sugar, you’re like a little sprout of energy, but I miss my little sugar pie who needs me” He grumbled kissing her cheek wetly, hearing her squeak in delight at the affection. “I-I do need you bear, m-more than ya know, am y-your woman af-after all”

Grinning she leant up and kissed his lips sloppily, the taste of Vodka on her tongue causing Henry to smirk and deepen the kiss, her whimpers and moans being swallowed by him readily. Her fingers trying to direct his hand to her needy clit, but she failed. “W-why not?” She whined against his lips, a string of saliva connecting their mouths, her eyes glistening like stars. “Not right now bunbun, not when ya drunk alright?”

“S-so I have ta wait till mornin’ t-to h-have sexy time?”

“Well the quicker ya sleep the quicker ya wake up my love” He chuckled softly caressing her cheek, her skin soft n’ smooth to touch, the scars from her acne only defining her beauty further. “Hm okay!” She replied closing her eyes tightly pretending to sleep, before yawning and opening her eyes, “Is it morning?”

“Not funny sugar, go ta bed” He growled nipping her nipples gently, pressing a kiss to her jaw, “fine fine i’ll go to bed, mr grumpy” She whispered nuzzling into his chest, and within seconds her small snores vibrated against her husband’s hairy chest; Henry smiling triumphantly.

——-

A/n: I found this so cute and fun to write🥹🥹

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[fixfoxnox]

price w a m!reader who he absolutely adores, like totally and utterly in love with reader to the point he’s gonna out a diamond ring on his finger, even in bed doing the nasty price is a submissive top, subby hubby that praises as reader rides the hell out of him… that’s all….

thank 🧍🏽

Missed You (Price/Trans! Male Reader)

Summary: Price gets back from several weeks away and gets taken care of by his boyfriend.

Warnings: NSFW, Slight Dom/Sub, Face Sitting, Begging, Riding, Hand Jobs

Word Count: 3.5k

Names Used: Love (No use of Y/N)

"Alright, lads," Price gave a slight knock to the lockers with his hand before slinging his bag over his shoulder, "anything you lot need from me before I head out?" He crossed his arms over his chest and turned to observe his team.

"Nah, we're good, Cap," Gaz was the one to respond, casually waving Price off as he continued packing up his own bag, carefully arranging everything inside as always. Price knew that he was likely off to see his boyfriend as soon as he left. He couldn't say anything, after all, he was off to do the same.

"You're sure?" He checked with the men, " If I have to come back up here because one of you didn't fill out some paperwork, or needed something, I won't be pleasant."

"We get it," Roach chimed with a grin on his face. "Seriously, we're good. Now go see your boyfriend so you won't be so grumpy when you get back."

"I am not grumpy," Price defended.

"You're always grumpy when you haven't seen your boyfriend in a few weeks," Gaz cut in quickly, a grin crossing his face as well. Price could feel his face going hot, but he just glared at the younger man. "You're whipped, Cap, nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not whipped," Price shot back, "I'd just like to not have my off time interrupted by one of you muppets."

"Sure," Roach called, "Promise we're good Cap, now go home and kiss your boyfriend already."

Despite his desire to stay and argue, Price only gave a small glare and a few mumbled curses as he left the locker room, slight laughter following behind him. He'd make the boys pay for it when he got back, but he'd promised his boyfriend that he'd be home by five. He didn't intend to break that promise.

"John!"

Price's boyfriend was nothing more than a blur when he finally stepped inside the house. All he could see was quick movement before his boyfriend's body slammed into his own and he suddenly found himself supporting more than just his weight. He didn't mind in the slightest, an excited grin crossing his face as he returned the hug with just as much enthusiasm.

It wasn't long after the hug started that his boyfriend pulled back to begin peppering kisses along his face. Price could only chuckle at the sensation as he, still holding his boyfriend in his arms, stepped into the house fully and kicked the door shut behind him. His bag was abandoned by the door in favor of walking further into their small home to settle his boyfriend down on their dining room table.

Price made sure to stay close. He pressed himself between his boyfriend's legs so that he could connect their lips in a sweet kiss. His boyfriend was quick to take it over, one of his hands finding its way into Price's hair to grip tight and pull him closer. He nipped at Price's bottom lip before licking into his mouth, his tongue tracing between the other man's teeth.

Price was weak to the feeling and it was easy for him to melt into his boyfriend's touch and allow himself to be guided with a hand in his hair and a sweet mouth against his own. He always got like this when it came to his boyfriend, he just couldn't help it. He just adored him.

"John," he pulled away from the kiss just slightly, his lips a delicious red color that had Price practically shaking with the need to taste them again, "I'm so glad your home. I missed you."

He pressed another kiss against Price's lips and, in between sweet pecks, Price responded, "You've no idea how much I missed you."

The words pulled a bit of a laugh from his boyfriend before he was muttering against his lips, "You could always show me how much you missed me?"

The words sent heat flushing down Price's spine. He didn't respond with words, he just picked his boyfriend up again and started excitedly toward the bedroom with him in his arms. If he nearly tripped a few times along the way because of how quick he was moving? Well, his boyfriends didn't seem to mind if his excited laughter was anything to go off of.

He ended up pausing to readjust at one point, pressing his boyfriend against the wall in the hallway to their room, their mouths pressed tight as they did. Their hips were flush with one another and Price couldn't keep himself from grinding forward, shocks of pleasure shooting through him as his cock began to grow hard against his boyfriend's clothed heat.

The move pulled a sweet gasp from his boyfriend's lips and within the next moment he was pulling back to hiss, "If you don't get us into the bedroom you'll be fucking me against this wall."

Price got the message loud and clear and within the next few seconds, he was pulling back to begin the rest of the short journey into their shared room, their mouths locked into a heated kiss the entire way.

Price didn't even bother to throw them onto the bed, he just leaned forward and let them fall together, unwilling to be separated from his boyfriend for longer than necessary. He'd already been separated from him for weeks, he didn't intend to be away for any longer.

The move knocked the breath from both of them, but outside of a quick huff, neither of them dared to separate from the other. Price allowed his hands to run along his boyfriend's side, slipping under his shirt to feel carefully along his chest with reverent hands. Similarly, his boyfriend was grasping at his shirt, pulling it up enough that his hands could feel the naked skin of his back. He allowed his nails to run gently over Price's skin, scratching lightly to pull a content sigh from Price's lips.

His legs were wrapped tight around Price's waist still, pulling them until their lower halves were pressed tight to one another, and, with one quick roll of his hips, he could grind up into the man above him and pull a desperate groan from his lips.

Price broke away from the kiss to begin trailing his mouth down his boyfriend's throat. He nipped at the skin as he went, kissing and licking over the bruises to soothe them once he was finished. The feeling had his boyfriend tossing his head back, a pleasured sigh leaving his lips. His hands continued trailing across Price's skin and he soon started a steady rhythm with his hips, rocking into the man above him to pull desperate groans from Price's lips.

Price was hard in his pants, the length of him straining against the confines of his underwear and pants. Within several moments he was giving desperate pants against his boyfriend's throat, the steady friction hazing over his mind in a way that was all too pleasurable.

He trailed his hands across his boyfriend's chest until his fingers could finally begin to stroke carefully over his nipples. The move sent sparks through his boyfriend's body and his reaction was almost instantaneous, his entire body arching up into the touch. "John," he whined.

His hands grasped tighter at Price's shirt and, within a few moments, he was tugging harshly at the shirt, pulling it over Price's head and forcing the man to pull back from his body to pull it off fully and toss it away.

In an instant, his boyfriend's hands had transferred from running along his back to the belt at his waist. His hands worked quickly and Price had to groan at the occasional brush of pressure against the bulge in his pants. Within a few moments, his belt was being tossed to the floor with a clatter and his pants were being hurriedly undone.

His boyfriend worked quick, tugging his pants and underwear down just far enough that he could pull Price's aching cock from its confines. His hand wrapped tight around the length and he was quick to give several smooth jerks of his hand. The move sent Price doubling forward with a loud moan.

He buried his face into his boyfriend's throat as the man began to slowly stroke his cock with a tight grip. He gave several desperate little moans and gasps as his boyfriend worked him slowly, building the pleasure that had been pooling in his gut with steady careful movements.

"Does that feel good baby?"

"Please," Price managed to groan back, his body rocking into the hand wrapped around his cock, "fuck, love! Feels amazing, please." He gave another low moan, the sound of it muffled by his boyfriend's throat. "God please!"

All his begging managed to get him was a delighted laugh from his boyfriend and the hand on his cock slowing down. He whined in response, trying to move his hips to regain that sweet feeling along his cock. In response, his boyfriend pulled his hand away fully.

"Uh-uh," within a moment, Price found himself flipped onto his back, his boyfriend straddling his waist. His cock rubbed up against the fabric of their pants, making him feel all the more desperate. Having the man he loved hovering over him, his hands running across his chest to flick at one of his nipples, it was too fucking good. "Don't you want to wait?" His boyfriend ground his hips down, "Don't you think that you should focus on me first? I meant you left me here alone for so long. I think I deserve it."

He stripped his shirt off, allowing Price to take in the naked expanse of his chest with hungry eyes. He moved his hips down again, grinding against Price's hard cock as he guided the man's hand to his pants. "Come on baby," he leaned down to lick a stripe up Price's chest, ending with a quick bit just above one of his nipples. "Help me take these off, yeah?"

Price was quick to comply with the request, his face completely flushed as he tried and failed to quickly unbutton his boyfriend's pants. It seemed that his failure only added to his boyfriend's amusement and he received no help for his shaky hands, only rumbling laughter.

After several moments, he finally managed to get them undone and, once he had, he immediately stopped, looking up at his boyfriend with triumphant eyes. "Such a good boy." A sloppy kiss was pressed to his mouth as a reward, "don't move, okay baby?" Price gave a rapid nod of his head.

His hungry eyes followed his boyfriend's movements carefully, watching as he lifted himself off of the bed to kick off his pants and underwear, exposing himself fully. Their eyes locked for a moment and his boyfriend shot him a playful wink before crawling back onto the bed to straddle him again.

The movement pulled a desperate groan from Price and a pleasured gasp from his boyfriend as his cock rutted up against the other's dripping cunt. "Fuck baby," his boyfriend rolled his hips down on him once again, "Can't wait to have you inside me again."

Price went to respond, only to cut himself off with a whine as his boyfriend shuffled up on the bed until he was hovering over his face rather than his cock. "But first," he started teasingly, "I want to put that sweet mouth of yours to good use. What do you think?"

Price nodded his head again, "Yes, god yes." He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's thighs, trying to tug him closer to his face.

"Desperate thing," his boyfriend teased. Finally, though, he allowed himself to slowly lower himself down until Price could begin lapping at the juices between his thighs. Price moved with vigor, sucking and licking at his boyfriend's cunt with filthy noises filling the air.

"Fuck," his boyfriend rolled his hips down, riding his tongue and allowing his clit to bump against Price's nose, "feels so fucking good baby." Price's beard rubbed against his thighs with every movement, creating a delicious burn that lay over his skin.

Price's arms were wrapped tight around his thighs, keeping him in place as he enthusiastically feasted on the man above him. Every few moments he would shake his head a bit, his face rubbing up against his boyfriend's clit in quick jabs of pleasure. It was enough to have him a moaning mess above him, his entire body falling forward until he was supported by his hands pressed into the mattress of the bed.

"God, so-" he cut himself off with a little yelp that petered off into a desperate groan as Price moved to wrap his lips around his clit. He gave a harsh suck to him, flicking his tongue over him in steady repeated movements. "Fuck, fuck, John!"

Pleasure was building quickly in his system, ramping higher and higher as Price grabbed tight to his thighs and pulled him down harder onto his mouth. Price continued to lick and suck at his cunt, refusing to stop even as his boyfriends legs began to shake around his head and his thighs tried to snap together.

"Wait, wait, wait!" His boyfriend tried to pull away from his hold but he quickly found himself tugged back down to be held against Price's mouth, the man was unrelenting with his tongue. "John, oh fuck, fuck, wait!" Still, Price refused to stop, completely focused on feeling the man above him come undone around his tongue.

It wasn't until he leaned back to begin stroking quickly over Price's cock that the man let up a little, his entire body going rigid as he moaned from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. His boyfriend took the opportunity to pull away from him quickly, panting and slapping at his hands as he tried to tug him back.

"I thought," he took in a deep breath, "that you were going to be a good boy for me?" His hand slowed down, moving to a snails pace as he worked over Price's cock.

"Oh fuck," Price groaned and grabbed for his boyfriend's thighs again. He only moved further back in response, "I am! Promise I'll be good!"

"You've already proven to me that you won't," his boyfriend leaned down to wrap his lips around one of Prices nipples, sucking at the nub and flicking over it with his tongue for several moments. He enjoyed the way that Price seemed to arch up into his touch beneath him. "Maybe I should just ride your face, let you finish me off that way and call it a day."

"No," Price, whined, his hands grabbing at his boyfriend's hips desperately, "please! I've missed you so much. I'm sorry!"

"Thats a good start," his boyfriend pulled away from his chest and sat up fully. He looked down at him with a raised eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest, the sight was addicting for him. "Beg for my cunt. Tell me how much you want it."

"Please," Price didn't hesitate, "please, fuck, I want you so bad. I need you, need to feel you, love. Want you to," he gasped as his boyfriend shuffled up his thighs, brushing against his leaking cock as he did, "fuck! Want you to ride me! I want you to use me!"

"That's it, baby," his boyfriend gave a low groan as he brought the tip of Price's cock to his dripping cunt, just letting it sink inside a bit, "keep talking."

"Fuck," Price threw his head back, gasping as his boyfriend continued to sink down onto his cock. "Fuck, fuck you're fucking perfect! Please, anything you'll give me love, anything!" His hands tightened around the plush flesh of his boyfriend's hips and his grip was practically bruising as he was finally buried to the hilt inside of the other man.

There was a long moment where the two just paused like that, heavy breaths escaping their chests. Price watched the man above him with wide eyes, adoration clear to see in them. The man above him was so good, he felt so good. Price could die a happy death right there, pressed under the man above him, begging him for any last thing that he was willing to give.

He knew, just as he'd known only a month into the relationship, that this was it for him. He knew more clearly than anything that he would be spending the rest of his life with the man above him. It was just obvious.

His boyfriend rolled his hips carefully pulling a matching groan from the both of them. With one quick readjustment, he lifted himself up slowly before harshly dropping back down onto Price's cock. He set a quick pace like that, lifting slowly before quickly dropping himself down so that Price's cock would hit deeper inside of him with each move.

The only sounds for several moments were their gasps and moans that filled the air and tangled together sweetly. Price gripped tight to his boyfriend's waist, holding on tightly as pleasure built inside of him, forcing his hips to begin moving to meet his boyfriend's in short little thrusts. It managed to pull a whine from the throat of the man above him.

"So perfect," he muttered, watching the man above him with adoration in his eyes, "fuck you're so beautiful." He tossed his head back with a deep groan as his boyfriend seemed to start working himself faster, fucking himself on his cock with harsher movements the longer that he went. Price knew what that meant. "So fucking good, so good!"

"Feels good?" His boyfriend muttered between his harsh movements. "Tell me how good I feel, let me hear you, baby." He leaned forward to run his hands over Price's chest before digging his nails in to drag them down the man's chest just a bit, just enough to have him arching up into the touch.

"God, you're incredible," Price called out, his voice going just a touch higher as the pleasure in his system began to tip toward his end. "So, so perfect, missed you so much while I was gone!" He let out a groan, his hips giving another sudden jerk upwards, pulling a moan from the man above him, "Fuck, never want to leave you again, you're so good to me! So, so...so-"

Price cut himself off with a deep groan as his mind went blank, the pleasure in his gut snapping as his entire body shook with its intensity. His hands gripped tight to his boyfriend's hips and all he could do was groan as the man above him continued to move, chasing his own pleasure.

He barely registered the desperate babbles from the man above him, his mind able to focus only on the pleasure through his system and the incredible picture of the man above him lost in such deep pleasure. Even through the haze over his own mind, he could feel the moment that his boyfriend came.

He could see him shaking and he could see the pleasure that was overwhelming his body. He could feel his cunt clench tightly around his cock, nearly driving him to overstimulation. It was perfect.

There were several long moments where the two were quiet, the only noise in the air was their heavy breathing as they both fully came down from the high, their bodies still tingling as sweat prickled at their flesh. After a long moment, Price's boyfriend started to slowly lift himself from his boyfriend's cock.

Price did his best to help, lifting him his shaky hands around his waist. After a moment, he was able to collapse just to the side of Price until he was half on the bed and half draped across his chest. He pulled himself up, placing kisses along Price's chest as he did. He met Price's eyes with a bright grin on his face.

"I'm so glad you're home," he leaned forward to press their lips together, the kiss something sweet and careful.

"I'm glad I'm with you," Price muttered the words against his lips before pressing closer to kiss him again.

The two were still in bed, chatting idly with one another when Price's phone rang in the pocket of his discarded pants.

A deep sigh left his lips and he had a terrible feeling that he knew exactly what the phone call was. Still, he had responsibilities, so he pushed himself up to sit at the edge of the bed, yanking his pants toward him so that he could fish his phone out of his pocket.

"This is Price," he answered just as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing sweet kisses into his cheek, almost like he knew what the call likely was and was trying to calm him.

"Heeey Cap," Gaz's voice was weak through the phone and, based on the hushed whispers in the background, Price knew that he'd likely lost whatever system they'd used to decide who was going to call.

Price pinched at the bridge of his nose, "What did you lot forget?"

He could feel his boyfriend's rumbling laughter against his back and, even as Gaz began to explain to him, he couldn't find it in himself to be too annoyed. Not when he was so close to the man that he loved.

Now, when he got to base an hour later? That was a different story.

[m-jelly]

The Jumper

In the early days of dating Levi, you would go over to each other's houses and almost move in a little. Levi loved that you started leaving some of your things at his place. Eventually, you were always around his place. You were both very happy and looking forward to having your first winter together as a couple.

You knew everything about each other, the odd things you did and the weird things you got up to. You were like a perfect melody together. You just clicked and it was wonderful. However, one day Levi joined you on the sofa with a book and has the audacity to wear a nice sloppy jumper.

You narrowed your eyes at him knowing very well, that this man had no clue how alluring and hot he was. You huffed and crawled closer to him across the sofa with one thing on your mind.

Levi lowered his book to see you wiggling your bum as you crawled towards him. "What are you doing?"

You paused and smiled. "Nothing."

He eyed your bum. "Doesn't look like nothing."

"It's fiiine." You crawled closer and saw Levi was blushing. "Trust me."

He opened his arms wide when you lifted the bottom of his jumper. "Oi brat? What are you thinking?" He flinched when you went under his jumper. "Ah! Hey!" He shivered a little when he felt your body drag up his. He gasped when your head popped out the top. "What in the world?"

You straddled him and hugged him tightly. "I live here now."

Levi's cheeks burned. "A-Alright." He hugged you back as he read his book and smiled softly. He decided that jumper was a great indicator to you he wanted cuddles.

Ever since you'd do the same thing when Levi wore a jumper and when he wore a cardigan, he'd wrap it around you as well. Levi adored his cuddle time and loved cuddling you as much as possible. You started calling Levi your cuddly bear because he loved hugs so much.

You kept cuddling and being sweet with each other through the years, but one day you forgot the jumper rule. Levi sat on the sofa and looked over at you, but you didn't move from your spot. He huffed a little, but you didn't move or say anything.

Levi pouted. "Oi! Are you forgetting something?"

You looked over at Levi. "I don't think so."

Levi grabbed you and dragged you closer making you giggle. He moved you so you straddled him and finally he put his jumper over you. "The fucking attitude I get from you, I swear."

You laughed and hugged Levi. "Grumpy husband."

He squeezed you tightly. "You know, I could report you to someone about his cuddle neglect."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"Love police."

You snorted a laugh. "Dear me, I wouldn't want them to arrest me. I only like it when you cuff me."

Levi blushed hard at your words. He nuzzled the crook of your neck and whined. "Naughty brat making me blush and forget about the cuddle neglect."

You petted Levi's head. "There, there, my sweet hubby bear. I will stop being so naughty."

"Good." He kissed your neck. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[youre-ackermine]

Strawberry lemonade, buttercup, meadow grass and bluebell💖

My lovely Alice 💜🪻

Thank you for sending me this ask 💜💜

Strawberry Lemonade : sweet / good vibes only / would give good hugs

Please YOU are the sweet one 💜 You give good (& fun) vibes too, I'm so happy to know you !!!

You deserve to be hugged so come here!!! 🫂🫂🫂

Buttercup : sunshine takes human form / deserves good things / friendly

Sunshine huh?? So much for my long-built grumpy goth character lmao

You also deserve the world Alice 😀 & it's so nice to be friendly with kind & friendly people who share the same interests!!!

Meadow Grass : laid back & caring / very easy to get along with / would like to be your friend

You're not wrong, my usually easy-going personality can be helpful to make friends [& keep them lmao] but I have very few friends if my own irl [my 2 bffs live far away from me & I see them once a year at best 😭😭] Most of our friends are the hubby's (he has A LOT of them - thanks to his charming Erwin's personality ngl 😍] but I get along well with them all. So most of my friends are here in the SNK fandom & you're definitely one of them! 🫂💜

Bluebell : very cuddly around friends-loved ones / talks really quickly when excited / all around adorable

Yes I cuddle [mostly my teen baby of course] a lot & yes I talk quickly [& often unintelligibly] when I'm enthusiastic about something lmao

For the "adorable" thingy : 1/ Aaaaawwww 😳🥹 2/ sending it right back to you 💜💜💜

Lots of love & hugs lovely Alice 🫂💜

[muffindaddystyles]

HUSBAND!HARRY HEADCANONS (NSFW+)

He'd be an excited puppy at his wedding day. Getting emotional to an extent he'd stutter his vows only to shove his face into his palms out of shyness and hug you making everyone laugh and hoot.

At the after party would be pulling you close by wrist whispering dirty things and sweet nothings not forgetting to mention of Mr/Mrs. Styles each time.

Danced and drink his arse off making you sneak with the whines that he can't wait anymore to take you instead knacker out the moment he touches the mattress.

Would apologise in the morning with room service, his mouth and fingers.

Would be smothering you in loud wet kisses when you'd dress up to go outside with him.

Wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself even in public and steal pecks when no-one's watching. The whole time lacing his fingers in between yours, swaying them when walking through streets of italy and kissing each knuckle with a smile worming up.

You would drag him to local food stalls and have an eating competition with him. In the end when you'd get too lazy would be all pouty and doe eyes asking him to pick you up.

Alot of love making. Like alot it would make you cancel plans of next day.

Lazying around the suite in Styles embroidered robes.

He'd have flowers bought to you every morning. Pastel heart shaped boxes of different chocolates. He's too romantic. It rots your teeth.

Would have tea in the evening at hotel's balcony.

If you'd be two feets away from somewhere outside he'd call you "wifey/hubby" to gain your attention. The cocky bastard he's would point at you when everyone would smile at the new couple fondly.

You'd groan at the airport stomping your feet because he bulked up so much luggage due to his habit of drooling over every decoration piece, "'m sorry! Kay? I'll ask Jeff to figure something out." He'd give you sheepish smile and it always does wonders.

Coming back home you'd give eachother back rubs and shoulder messages which soon turns into a hard fuck.

He'd book spas for you stating he wishes that you don't find him a boring husband.

Would proudly introduce you to everyone as his life partner tucking you by his side knowing you get socially akward in the crowds.

Would help you in the kitchen in burning pots and pans squealing to have a run when you'd get grumpy. Would come to bed after scrubbing them nicely and you'd jump in his lap telling it's okay and rewarding him with kisses.

The first big fight you'd have would lit up from the stupidest reason. Could be from fact he didn't like the fictional character you love so much and you mock him that he always does this leading it to a huge fight that he doesn't love you. Making him sleep at the couch only to crawl to him in the wee of night and he'd just sprawl his arm for you to cuddle into him without a word.

Would look at lil toddlers and wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder exclaiming "we'll make beautiful babies one day too."

Would help you in laundry moreso his opportunity to stare your ass and tease you. Making you sit at the dryer to watch you thrash with vibrations while he does nothing but kiss you everywhere except where you need him most to annoy you.

Would sternly tell you to give a resign to your job as they treat you bad.

Would ask someone in his rich friends circle for your job and it would be the cause of your guys first serious fight where you don't talk to him for days, then when you'll cry softly in his arms "do you think 'm not capable of getting a job that you'd have to ask your friends?" So innocently it breaks his heart and he smooches kisses at your forehead with sorrys that it wasn't his intention at all.

Would have lavender and salt baths running for eachother after a hectic day.

Would share excited news with eachother first.

He'd make you listen his songs and would be all giddy fumbling with the hem of your cardigan. When you'd sob his head would perk up like a pup and he'd wipe your tears only for you to ask, "Wait. How did you write such a sad breakup song? We had our fights but they weren't thatttt serious." Then he'd just slip under duvet to hide and you'd throw it away slithering up his chest to suffocate him. "Harry!!! You bitch I'll kill you!!" He'd just laugh out loud trying to cup your cheeks and kiss you.

Would drag you late nights to have ice-cream parlour visits.

When he'd get sick would make you stay with him in bed all day. Follow you to kitchen wrapped in blankets and when you'd scold would slump. Look so cute with those teary eyes it's hard to ignore him.

Would give you mischievous glare and dimpled smile while writing from Mr and Mrs Styles on presents or something to gift.

He could be very messy and dirty sometimes. You'd throw his soggy socks at his face from the floor and he'd just dodge them with a snarky retort.

You guys would gossip with eachother while watching telly. He'd have imaginary feuds with your rude co-workers and would snap his finger while chewing on pringles in a loud voice, "Brent and Vroe are fucking. Mark my words."

When you'd scream "Harry Styles I hate you!" He'd just grin from far smacking a flying kiss. "Too bad darlin' ye're stuck with your enemy."

He'd try to be the best husband for you because when Harry loves someone he loves with each drop of his blood.

When you'd be away from home for sometime and come back to surprise him finding your house a cluster fuck he'd be like "don't be mad. I know I'm too lazy and it's a bummer.'

On the wedding anniversary he'd try to be the most romantic. Making you count each day to the amount you'd get annoyed.

Would have a tattoo for you inked on himself.

While trying to have a baby he'd be the filthiest. Would keep your legs raised and when you'd whine would sush with you kisses.

Fuck you in every corner of the house to claim you his's with marks and love bites, "do you think we did this time?" He'd huff face hidden in the crook of your neck.

Make brekkies and have dances when the vinyl is on low hum.

Would take you to Taylor Swift's concerts knowing how much you love her. Have a blast and would give you a piggie ride when it ends.

He'd look sick from anxiousness while taking pregnancy test and when it comes out positive would shrink like a shrimp and sob out loud instead of hugging you. You'd just roll your eyes laying beside him taking his face and making him look at him, "We're pregnant." His nose red and cheeks stained. "We are." You'd grin kissing him.

Next morning you'd be treated with delcious brekkie, a nice sloppy morning sex, in the shower too and a bouquet of flower with a note "To the mother of my baby."

He'd record everything on his camera roll. Each day. Your routine. Your bump. With his side cheeky commentary, "Hi me lil bunny look you're growing. Can't wait to have you in me arms. Mama's glowin'."

Would take maternity break for himself to be with you through these months.

Would gobble junk with you knowing you'd be guilty afterwards.

Would massage your feet before sleeping, fill hot water bottles, and have a whole night stand's cupboard full of your night cravings.

"How Chelsea sounds?" He'd quip from behind the baby names book, "I can't tell if you're serious." You'd blink and when his expressions remains same you'd cry. "Harry you love Chelsea boots so much doesn't mean you could name your child that!!" Then it turns into a long lecture. "Yeah, can't wait for our baby boy to be named Tom Ford cause his daddy's favourite perfume–" But he shut you up with a soft kiss and murmurs to relax.

He'd have his babies feet imprints inked on his bicep. (Sobs he'd be that kind of a dad)

Would be stoic on his descion to build all of his baby's furniture himself.

Would come up with creative ideas for baby shower.

When doctors would call him to cut the cord he'd be shivering and would probably knock his knees at the sight.

He'd be dressing up his kids in matching outfits as him. It would be super cute!!

You'd complain that he bribes his kids to drift to his side but he'd just make sure to let you know how lucky he's to have you. The person who gives him reason to live every day and his anchor.

He probably would be an embarrassing dad.

His daughter's friend's would tell her how hot he's and she'd tell him as a gossip.

He'd tease his son if he'd catch him masturbating on accident, "No worries buddy we all do it."

Ok this's the only I could think of right now. Feel free to add more with reblogs !!!! Wanna hear all of yours cause I'm bored lol.

[vespersposts]

Giving you another cuz a second one just popped in my head:

Mibuchi, Imayoshi, and Himuro

Hey darling, you did well because these three guys are very interesting, so thank you once again.

🌔Bestie: Himuro . He is a nice guy, he also seems very sensitive and kind, but I don't know why he attracts me much less than other characters. I think he would be very fair and impartial when discussing any issue, and I also think he is a cautious person in his moves and calm, which I sometimes am not at all. Maybe he is too sweet and i like the grumpy type? Who knows?

🌓 One night stand: Mibuchi. This one is simple, because this guy is a gentleman and knows how to behave. Remember when he reprimanded the Seirin boys for the way they spoke to Riko? There, highest regard. I'm sure he'd make a great boyfriend but like I said, all this perfection bores me after a while.

🌕Hubby: Imayoshi. In my opinion he is really special. Intelligent, charming, ironic, protective and above all able to read people like no one else. I always find him extremely fair and stable, plus he is not envious at all, on the contrary, he is a person who completely enhances the talent of his teammates and/or opponents. Honestly, I should seriously think about him!