Imagine cregan hearing the baby cry in the middle of the night, and he goes to the crib, shirtless with just sleeping pants on, and just hold the baby and calms them down ): father cregan is great when it’s toddlers and older but no one talks about him with babies enough <3
this went straight to my ovaries omfg. please father cregan
it’s the middle of the night and you both are exhausted. you especially, considering you gave birth only weeks ago, and your body is still recovering & takes extra rest to do so. cregan is aware of this, so when your babe begins to cry (as they always do during the hour of the wolf), it has cregan (unfortunately) shuffling you out of his hold to get up.
doesn’t even bother putting a shirt on, only in sleep pants as he’s reaching for your pup and holding them. them feeling his warm skin & small coos to “hush your mouth, (lass/lad)” because they “don’t want to wake your mother, do ya?”… and they instantly calm down :((
babies just gravitate to him. always calm/calming down when he’s around, because he’s so safe. just like how animals can tell when a person is safe, babies do the same — and they always reach out with their little hands for cregaj :(( he always obliges and cradles tjem in his giant big strong beefy thick muscled disgustingly in need of being licked clean by dipper arms
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hes only painting L's nails bc he thought that if he didnt L would raise the percentage of him being Kira (L had no malicious intent and just wanted to feel pretty)
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RE: Ludovica's girlfriend, I've been picturing her like my childhood dog. A solid coat might look nice against Ludovica's spots. My old girl had black fur with a strong brown undertone. She was a rescue (and the sweetest, calmest lady), but according to a DNA test (which I know aren't the most reliable) she was a Labrador Retriever / American Staffordshire Terrier / Chinese Shar Pei mix. She just passed recently. I guess that might be part of the reason I have this strong mental image. Hope you don't mind me sharing!
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sub art on the brain ... puppy art on the brain ... so sweet and soft for you, just wants to please. nuzzles up to your side after a long day, resting his head on your thigh. you look down and smile.
hi, baby.
hi.
long day?
he nods silently. oh, so it's like that tonight. you smile down at him, run a hand through his soft, blonde locks. you worked so hard today, honey. how about i take care of you a little, yeah? there's no verbal response, but art picks his head up, eyes wide and glassy already. aw, sweet boy. you just need some love tonight.
you kiss him soft and slow, all messy-like. his lips are shiny with spit when you pull away, and he whines in protest. shhh, baby. gonna make you feel good, okay? art nods, blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears. fuck, you're going to ruin him.
c'mere, you murmur. art obliges, sitting between your legs, his broad shoulders pressed against your chest. even though he's bigger than you, he feels small in this position. it's one of his favorites. he loves the feeling of being held, being completely surrounded by you. slowly, you dip your hand down under his boxers, cupping his half-hard cock. he lifts his hips so you can slide his underwear down, just under his balls, and you finally get a good look at him. smooth, pink, pretty and flushed. he's already leaking, and he hides his face in his hands bashfully.
none of that, you say softly, batting away his hands. don't hide from me, sweet boy. it doesn't take long for art to get close. he's leaking like a faucet tonight, whimpering and softly whining, hitching his hips up into your hand. normally you'd scold him, but tonight you let him take what he needs. you can tell it's been a long day.
he finally comes when you nip at his jawline, twisting your wrist just so. spilling over your hand, sticky and warm. immediately, his lips part, and he takes your fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. good boy, you say, the words nearly punched out of you. when he's done cleaning your fingers off, his eyes flutter closed. that's it, honey. you did so good for me, so sweet and pretty. art falls asleep like that, suckling on your fingers, sweaty and sated.
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