#go ahead i make silly plushies

[tbaluver]

hiya! your lads works are soo good im a big fan. Iydm could you write about mc biting the LIs from cute aggression not sexually (?) they be hanging out and she just chomps on their bicep or cheek. thank you in advance if u write this!

have a great day/evening/night 🩷

Cuteness Aggression!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader genre: fluff fluff + silly a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank you so much i hope i did this request with justice! ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ zayne would be sick of my ass if i did to him irl but can you blame me, hes just a cutie patootie ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) have a greaty day/evening/ night too anonnie and enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

you two laid together on your shared bed as xavier naps beside you. your gaze softens as you glance up from your phone, your heart melting at the sight in front of you.  xavier curled up with the plushie you both won from the claw machine while his other arm is draped lazily over you.

he looked absolutely adorable. too adorable. your eyes stare in absolute awe as a tiny pout forms on your lips. how could he be this cute? it’s almost unbearable that even in his sleep, his soft expression remains. it makes your heart ache so much. the way his cheek is squished against the soft pillow and the quiet snores escaping past his lips, had your fingers tweak to just squeeze him.

he was so overwhelmingly cute that you couldn’t stand it. you found yourself inching closer and closer, pressing multiple kisses to his face. he doesn’t stir, not even a little as you trail kisses to his forehead, his nose, his cheeks until-

nom

you pull away with a small chuckle, feeling his body stir. one eye peeks at you before he opens the other, rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand. “did you just bite me?” he mumbles sleepily.

you nod, grinning like a fool. “mhm, you’re just so cute xav,” you explain. “i just wanna-” you squeal while making incoherent words as you gently squish his cheeks as you grin wider. “in my hands and just gobble you up.” he just nods along with a smile.

“alright go ahead but as long as i get to do the same to you.” he leans in, pressing multiple kisses all over your face, his lips lingering on the corners of your mouth, your noses, and your cheeks until he plants a small bite on your cheek. “i also think you're cute”

Zayne:

you never fail to surprise him

ever since you two got together, you could see the little changes that came with your relationship. his cheeks had grown just a little fuller, a sign of many meals and extra indulgence in sweets you two had enjoyed together. you couldn’t help but smile every time you noticed it, how he looked so adorable.

you loved how he grew comfortable with your affection, letting you shower him with kisses whenever you felt the urge. every time your lips brushed against his skin, he’d melt inside yet he’d still stay composed. 

but today, today something stirred within you.

you glanced over as he typed away on his laptop, completely focused, brows furrowed in concentration, yet he still looked adorable.

to many people found zayne cold and intimidating. his features and quiet demeanor made him seem distant and maybe even unapproachable at first glance. but to you it was different. his eyes would light up and the way his lips would curl into a small smile whenever you were around him. his arms and hands that are only reserved for you, to hold you close.

you loved him so much and without even thinking, you found yourself leaning in closer to him, your lips pressing on his his skin as you showered his face with sweet kisses. he leaned into each kiss, his focus still on the screen as you trail from his forehead to the side of his nose and then-

chomp

his fingers froze on the keyboard, letting out a soft surprised sigh. he adjusts his glasses, shaking his head with a small smile curled on his lips. “what was that for?” he asked, raising a brow.

you giggle, leaning into him again, kissing the same spot you bit him. “it’s called cuteness aggression.”

“that’s new,” he murmurs, failing to hide his smile. he closes his laptop with a soft click, pulling you closer into his arms. “well, i'm not sure how to handle that yet..but let's stay like this until it passes.”

Rafayel:

curled up together in bed, your limbs tangle in a lazy embrace as you two mindlessly scroll through your phones. if it were possible to melt into him entirely, you would do so without hesitation.

your gaze drifts from the screen to him, admiring the details of your boyfriend that make your heart physically ache. the way he pouts, his lower lip juts out in a sassy demeanor that makes your heart flutter and your lips curl into a smile. the way his arms crossed over his chest, refusing to admit he’s the reason he lost the plushie in the claw machine.

then there’s his familiar head tilt, sometimes paired with a teasing wink that sends a dust of pink tint straight to your cheeks. and those lips of his were so soft, so utterly kissable. how could you ever resist him? he could absolutely do no wrong!

your phone is forgotten in an instant and without thinking, you lean in, showering him with kisses against his cheek. he lets out a contented hum, inviting you to keep going. you pepper kisses along his face, his jaw, his nose, and his forehead until he starts to squirm beneath your relentless affection.

“hey that tickles-!” he laughs, flailing his arms in protest, but there’s no real attempt to escape.

chomp

he freezes, wide eyes snap to your arms. slowly and dramatically, he lifts a hand to his cheek, checking for damage. “you-” he gasps, his eyes flickering down to his hands with feigned horror.

“stay back!”  yet he made absolutely no effort to move away. “for your information,” he huffs, puffing out his cheek in the cutest way. “fish are not food!”

a laugh escapes before you can stop it. “sorry raf,” you manage to say between giggles, reaching up to cup his face between your hands. “you’re so so cute!” you coo, squishing his cheeks together, making his pout even more ridiculous.

he pretends to be unimpressed but the slight upturn at the corner of his lips gives him away. he doesn’t pull back. instead, he tilts his head ever so slightly towards you. “i know, i know,” he sighs. “but taking a bite isn’t free y’know.” smiling, you lean in to pressing a kiss to the same spot you had ‘attacked’ moment before

Sylus:

the leader of onychinus is a feared man.

with the power that he holds and the capabilities he has, a sense of fear lingers in the air. the unsettling thought of black-red tendrils wrapping around your body, constricting you with a snap, only fueled more fear, making it clear that no one dared to ever cross the man. but what they don’t know, what no one could possibly ever guess, or ever see is that he’s just a big softie.

in the comfort of his own space, he spends his free time taking care of kittens or experimenting with face masks with you. other times, he’ll learn songs on the organ or find ways to spend more time with you. these soft, tender moments are reserved for you and you alone.

sylus had your heart completely in his hands and you weren’t afraid of him having it all. everytime he turned into such a softie around you, it took everything in you no to simply devour him with your love and affection.

you reached up to him, your fingers gently cupping his cheek, planting a flurry of quick, fluttering kisses along his skin while he was completely unbothered, continuing his task. your heart could feel like it could pound right out of your chest, your hands feel like they couldn’t get enough of him. the feeling was all too much and you couldn’t resist him-

chomp

the sudden bite caught him off guard. that’s new, he thought, blinking as he pulled back slightly. his hand instinctively traced the spot where your teeth had left a mark. “sweetie..did something happen to you?” he asked, his eyes flickering back to you and back to his hand.

you grinned even wider, “i just think you’re cute sylus. i couldn’t help it.”

he stared at you for a moment, processing what you said. no one has ever called him that. he shakes his head with a laugh before leaning back down, lowering himself back to your level. “i haven’t seen that side of you before.. go ahead, keep going then.”

Caleb:

the soft click of the front door opening catches your attention along with caleb’s voice. “Honey, i’m home!” his tired smile lighting up his face as he removes his colonel hate and places it on the counter.

the nickname honey made you feel fuzzy inside. although it was just him teasing you, it felt like a slice of being actually domestic together with him as if you two were already married. the way his voice carried that playful squeak made your heart flutter, he was simply adorable. you loved how needy he was for you just as you were for him. it was the perfect balance, both of you constantly leaning on each other.

you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to close the small distance between you. his build was muscular from years of training but yet it was soft, comforting, like a plushie something you could sink into. the way his arms enveloped you, pulling you closer, made you feel safe that it made your heart ache. your hands itched to squeeze him closer, wanting to have him closer if it were even possible, as if you melded into one.

your lips pressed gently against his, but that wasn’t enough. you couldn’t hold back, your aggression slowly rising, kissing him over and over, your lips brushing his chin, his nose, anywhere you can reach. as you did, your hands cupped his face, cradling him close as you tickled him lightly under his chin, feeling the soft tremor of laughter bubbling from him.

Caleb's eyes flutter shut, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “pipsqueak- that tickles!” his words were interrupted by a breathy chuckle as you continued to shower his face with little kisses while your hands gently brush against his skin. he was putty in your hands whenever you spoil him with your sweet affections.

you couldn’t resist. the sweet sound of his laugh and how cute he was. you lean in in and nip his cheek, consuming his cheek in your mouth

nomp

his laughter stopped abruptly, caleb looked at you surprised while grinning from ear to ear. “hey..” he teased, his fingers gently grazing the spot you’d bitten. “whaddya think you’re doing, pipsqueak?” he tilts his head with a smile, the familiar smile you love so much.

you only answer with a mischievous grind, leaning back in as you plant more kisses across his face. “alright, alright..i’ll let it slide. just make sure you only do that to me.”

ʚɞ cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

ʚɞ thank you to my beta reader @ilovemitsuya for always reading my works MWAH

ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! Love And DeepSpace Masterlist, Pg. 2

[simonbrain]

No idea if this has been asked yet, but ever thought of something fluffy between Simon and Reader? I've been on a roll with Biker!Simon lately and thought of this moment where Biker!Simon fell in love first sight, seeing a pretty little thing trying to win a carnival game wanting a big plushie 😭💖 to take home, Biker!simon showing off maybe, give a little flex here and there while smoothly winning the game and giving her the plush with his number 😩 or Biker!Simon x Baker!reader. Hallmark movie moment.

ohhhh biker!simon is so tasty, and i love baker!reader even more.

something about this big man squeezing through the door of your lovely little bakery every morning, dressed head to toe in all black with the addition of skeleton details printed on his clothing—his mask, his gloves, even his helmet. he's your first customer without fail, always nodding politely and grumbling mornin' at you before he goes ahead and orders.

i like to think he gets the same thing every single time. it doesn't matter which bakery, or which city, or which damn country he's in; he's ordering a hefty piece of banoffee pie (he pretends not to notice the vast difference in size between the usual servings and the ones you hand him) and sitting his ass down at a table to eat. i also see him grabbing anything caramel-flavoured if there isn't any banoffee. although there's something about your baking that hits his sweet spot, so fluffy and creamy and perfect when it runs down his tongue.

he always looks so content, hunched protectively over his plate as if someone would even think to yank it from him. eyes soft and downcast as he appreciates the dessert in front of him, and if you were close enough, you'd be able to hear the very quiet hums of enjoyment rumbling from his throat.

you glow with pride whenever he drops by the counter to thank you. your eyes always twinkle and your lips stretch into a pleased smile as you chirp out, see ya, grim! while he squeezes back out the door. you never fail to throw him a little motorcycle wave, and hearing the purr of his bike as he rides off has you cheesing, cheeks warm and slightly sore.

he calls you silly pet names, most of them related to food (muffin, chip, peanut), and in return you call him grim, short for the grim reaper, even though you're already aware his name's simon. you're dressed the part, might as well play it, you teased, and he griped at you to get lost, sounding far less annoyed than he was going for.

thinking about how long it would take for the two of you to stop dancing around each other and actually go out until simon makes the mistake of bringing johnny along with him one morning. growls at his sergeant to "leave it, don't say anythin' else about 'er" when the other casually mentions that he didn't see a ring on your finger. ignores the but ye 'aven't even taken tha lass oot! that's fired his way and gives johnny the bird.

(he will, okay? soon. he just has to stop freezing up every time you smile at him. and stop getting dizzy whenever he inhales the heavenly smells of pastries and sweets and you. and maybe find a clean shirt suitable for a date.)

imagine coaxing him to try other treats and now you're packing like five different things for him every morning </3

[barcapix]

hiii ! can u request pau cubarsi headcannons ♥︎ btw love your work

✮ Pau Cubarsí Boyfriend Headcanons!

pau cubarsi x gf!fem!reader

sy: boyfriend headcanons for pau.

a/n: thank you anon that means alot💓

no warnings.

-> Bf!Pau… who has pictures of you in his locker, stuck on every inch of wall possible, with small hearts dotted on the corners of them.

-> Bf!Pau… gives you piggyback rides 24/7–any time & any place. he’ll do anything for his girl if it helps her out.

-> Bf!Pau… typa guy to throw rocks at your apartment window to get your attention. early era 2000’s lover boy.

-> Bf!Pau… who intentionally convinces you that you don't need an extra jacket just so he can give you his when you get cold.

-> Bf!Pau… who never lets you pay for a single thing. whatever it may be, don’t even think about lifting up a finger for your credit card, because he’ll already been scanning his.

-> Bf!Pau… during your time at work/uni he will be the one to bring you fresh pastries randomly. y:“aren’t you supposed to be training?” p: “yeah i said i was taking a bathroom break—which means i should probably be back there now.”

-> Bf!Pau… whose love language is quality time.

-> Bf!Pau… it becomes a habit that whenever one of you listen to music—the other one does too. the thoughtful man he is, even creates a playlist that includes eachothers songs.

-> Bf!Pau… will never ever let you leave until you eat breakfast. his main priority? your health full stop.

-> Bf!Pau… who anytime he wants to kiss you, he will hook his finger underneath your chin to lift your face up to his.(!)

-> Bf!Pau… date to marry kinda guy.

-> Bf!Pau… who already has a plan set out for your future. he doesn’t see it with anybody else and during your deep-talk conversations, he’ll always find a way to bring up the life he’s created in his head.

-> Bf!Pau… cold hands x warm heart.

-> Bf!Pau… who will forever look for you in the crowd. it could be during the warm ups, anthem, mid match, halftime break, 90min’ break, or at the end.

↳ which often earns him soft slaps to the back of his head from his teammates to focus and to ‘stop daydreaming’

-> Bf!Pau… wakes you up with soft kisses along your hairline. he believes it’s a cute gesture to make, effective yet gentle.

-> Bf!Pau… biggest plushie lover just like you. solely cutie just like you. he even has a habit of buying you jellycats to just then shamelessly steal them for himself.

-> Bf!Pau… leaves you cheesy sticky notes on your workbooks which make you giggle. always so generous.

-> Bf!Pau… every morning, without fail, he will always prepare/bring lunch for you, for the day ahead, no matter if he’s in a rush or not.

-> Bf!Pau… who is a complete lego nerd.

-> Bf!Pau… who will gladly go with you for your weekly nail appointments and be in complete awe the whole time—like a small child looking at the chocolate isle for the first time.

-> Bf!Pau… “have i ever told you i love you?”

-> Bf!Pau… who’d lay his head on your chest and ask you to massage his back after a long day. in reality, you love it, the feel of his beefy muscles relaxing under your fingertips.

-> Bf!Pau… adores sleepover nights.

-> Bf!Pau… who carries your handbag around with him as if it was his own. commonly gets teased about if he ‘swings the other way’ by friends. but nonetheless, it’s always a: “no, no it’s okay i got it.”

-> Bf!Pau… who insists that you have to kiss him before training/match as your his ‘good luck charm’.

-> Bf!Pau… tries to sneak out of the half-time talk just to see you again, but fails as he’s punished in doing laps around the pitch after the game, with you stood at the sidelines, laughing.

-> Bf!Pau… who shares his headphones with you.

-> Bf!Pau… who takes silly pictures of himself on your phone causing your gallery to be 90% of him.

[ducksido]

Can you do some twst characters with a Yuu that (non sexually) age regresses? like not to a baby type age, more of an older toddler to 1st grader age (whatever that is...) because that was normally the mental state i was in when i used to regress, for characters i would specifically like Kalim, ruggie, ortho, grim, and maybe a teacher!!! any other characters if you have ideas for them are welcome!! dont pressure urself to do more tho lolz :))

when i used to regress it was due to me being in bad moods or just feeling comfortable around a person enough to be able to let go for a bit, so for a scenario it could be just hanging out with the person if its more of a story type thing, if its more headcanons (which i dont mind!) you can come up with the scenario!! id love to see what you come up with :D

dont feel pressured to do this and its totally ok if u dont want to write this request!!! thanks for the fics and making my day more enjoyable <33 ☀️

(alright i'll attempt)

Kalim Al-Asim – “You can always be little with me!”

Kalim loves that you trust him enough to let your walls down. He’s sunshine on full blast when you start regressing around him—not because he’s clueless, but because he genuinely wants to give you a happy, safe space.

He’ll be like, “Oh! You feeling small today? That’s okay! Wanna color? I got so many markers!”

Breaks out his childhood coloring books from the palace. They’re fancy ones with gold-trimmed edges and sparkly stickers.

If you feel quiet and unsure, he’ll never push. He just scoots closer, hums a silly song, and lets you slowly inch into the moment.

His lap is always available. You’ll often end up snuggled under a light silk throw while he reads to you in an animated voice.

“This dragon sounds scary, but he’s actually just lonely! See? He’s like—‘rawr, give me a hug!!’”

He gets so into it, using puppets and plushies to act out stories. If you giggle, he looks like he just won a gold medal.

Comfort item: He’ll gift you a little plush elephant named “Tofu.” He says Tofu is brave and soft—just like you.

Ruggie Bucchi – “You can chill out here, yeah?”

At first, Ruggie’s a little surprised the first time you regress around him. But once he clocks that you’re not being silly—you’re being you, just a smaller you—he shifts immediately into Big Brother Mode™.

“Ah, so you’re feelin’ all small and soft today, huh? Aight. Come here, lemme tuck you under the blanket.”

He’s practical. If you’re regressing because you’re overstimmed or tired, he handles all the “adult” stuff without making a big deal out of it. “Don’t worry ‘bout cleanin’ up—go ahead and nap. I got it.”

He brings you rice crackers and juice in a cup with a silly straw. You get first dibs on the remote. Cartoons all day.

If anyone dares make fun of you? He shuts that down. “Hey. You laugh, you leave. Got it?”

He teases a little when you’re doing better—"Yuu, you drooled on the blanket again!"—but it’s always gentle and never mean.

Favorite moment: Watching your eyes light up when he teaches you how to fold a paper crane. He ends up making a whole flock with you.

Ortho Shroud – “I’ve read about this! Don’t worry—I’ll help!”

Ortho understands regression in a very literal sense, but that just means he’s very eager to learn how to support you. He stores everything you tell him in his memory banks for future reference.

“Okay! When Yuu is small, they like juice, warm socks, and picture books. Got it!”

He adjusts his voice modulation to sound softer and less robotic when you're regressed—he thinks it's less overwhelming.

Plays simple games with you, like stacking blocks or “spot the sparkly rock” treasure hunts around the garden.

He once programmed a mini-hologram show of your favorite story so you could see it like a stage play with sparkles and sound effects. “Tada! All done just for you!”

If you get sad or scared while regressed, he sits close and hums lullabies in perfect tune, projecting soft glowing lights like a starry ceiling.

Bonus: Idia sees you like this once and gets super flustered. “Wha—huh? You—you look like a tiny baby human—Ortho, help!!” Ortho just rolls his eyes and tucks a blanket over you.

Grim – “I guess I’ll let you nap on me... just this once.”

Grim acts like it’s a huge inconvenience when you regress, but the second you curl up and babble in that tiny, sleepy voice? His tail is thumping like crazy.

“Ugh, fine. Climb up here. You’re heavy—but I’m strong, so I guess it’s okay.”

He’s weirdly good at playing pretend. One time, you wanted to be a pirate and he brought you a pot lid as a shield and declared himself Captain Grimbeard.

Puts on a brave face for you. If you’re scared or anxious in your regressed state, he puffs up and hisses at your fears. “No nightmares on my watch!”

You sometimes cling to his fur when you’re deep in regression, and while he grumbles, he secretly preens about it. “Y’know... you’re lucky I like you, hench-human.”

Grim's love language: letting you rest on his stomach while he complains loudly about it, but won’t move for hours.

Professor Trein – “Childhood is not something to be ashamed of.”

Trein is gentle and deeply respectful when he realizes what your regression is. He doesn’t see it as immature—he sees it as vulnerable and human, something that deserves protection and compassion.

He’ll guide you through the library and pull down classic children’s books to read aloud. His voice is low and soothing like warm tea.

“Would you like to try reading this one aloud yourself? I’ll help with the big words.”

Lucius always seems to know when you're regressed and will curl up in your lap like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Professor Trein will brew calming tea (or warm milk if you prefer) and let you sit near the hearth with a thick blanket and your favorite book.

He has a drawer of old toys from his daughters—wooden puzzles, a soft cloth doll, worn but lovingly kept—and offers them to you without judgment.

Most comforting moment: “It is not foolish to need care,” he tells you one day, as you sit quietly by his desk. “In fact, recognizing it is a sign of wisdom.”

Bonus: Leona – “Tch. Alright, get over here.”

Will act annoyed but will let you nap curled against his side the entire afternoon. Plays with your hair lazily while you drift off.

“No one bothers ‘em. Got it?” is all he has to say to the rest of the dorm. And no one does.

His tail occasionally sways over your lap as a comfort rhythm. You fall asleep watching it move back and forth.

[xxsugarbonesxx]

Mi Valentín

Tags: full nelson, butt job, head (m receiving), fingering, hand job, groping, something about free use??? semi public sex porn WITH plot

no use of y/n afab!reader, reader has a fattie sorry but i don't make the rules 😮‍💨😔

TW!!! I am NOT a writer!! This is just something I do for funsies so don't expect much lol

She’s a beefy one so buckle up

Valentine's day is your absolute favorite holiday. A whole mushy gushy day dedicated to showing your significant other, or your friends or yourself to how much you love them and appreciate them. An excuse to dress up and go out, excessive chocolate consumption and give gifts. But, unfortunately, your beloved husband thought otherwise.  

He never liked Valentine's Day, and he had thousands of excuses too. “Why is one day out of the whole year meant to show your love when I do it all year long?” Miguel said, rolling his eyes as he chopped vegetables for dinner. It’s not like he didn’t spoil you on Valentine's day, he always took you out to a nice restaurant for dinner and got you some gifts. But he was missing the whole entire point!

“Drop it amor, I’m plenty romantic as is. Remember when I took you out to that hotel and we spent the night away from the kids?” Miguel asked, his go to excuse when you brought this topic up. He turned to face you, one hand on the counter and the other holding the knife. He had an apron on, with ‘Milfin’ Ain’t Easy’ printed on the chest. You decided it was best not to question, said apron and moved on.

“But Miggy, it’s my favorite holiday. Can’t you not be so cynical for one in your life and humor that your wife enjoys something?” You said, crossing your arms under your chest. He just snorted and continued with his cooking, you scrunch your face and turn your heel, deciding you're not gonna give him the satisfaction of your presence, you leave to go find something to keep yourself occupied or just pout while you wait for dinner.

“You know it’s a dumb holiday, mi vida. It’s like how birthdays were invented by greeting card companies to make more money.” Miguel teased as he sat down in bed next to you after dinner.

You frown and roll on your side with your back facing him to let him know how upset you are with him. He sighed and chuckled, he cuddled up against you so he was big spooning you. He ran his calloused palm over your bare leg. “Don’t be like that, mamás. You know I love you, but I just can’t get behind a holiday that’s supposed to be about showing love since I already do that everyday for you,” He pouted, kissing your cheek and patting your butt.

You sighed and sat up, “Okay, you know what. You’re right, you already do so much for me. I guess it’s a little selfish to ask for more. I just get jealous sometimes, of all my girlfriends who always talk about their partners and how romantic their Valentine’s Day is…” You admitted, it sounded silly when you say it out loud. It embarrassed you, you have an amazing husband who gave you two beautiful daughters and here you are, ungrateful all because of FOMO. 

“It’s alright, I know what you mean…but let’s not focus on that. I promised we’d never go to bed mad at each other. And we’ve had a long day, hmm? How about we get to sleep now? Since we’ve got a big week ahead of us,” Miguel asked, kissing your collarbone, he was such a smooth talker it drove you up the wall sometimes. But you nodded, kissing him back and curling up with him in bed. 

Little did you know he’s been scheming.

One week ‘til V-day.

You let go of the whole Valentine’s Day thing, you were embarrassed about getting so worked up about the situation. You got home late from work, Miguel was already gone to watch Gabriela’s soccer practice and he took the baby with him. You had the whole house to yourself, you sat on the edge of the bed. Sighing as you take off your earrings and heels, you notice something on your nightstand. 

You look to see a fuzzy little lion plushie with a fancy red ribbon tied around his neck. You smiled softly and picked it up, it was soft in your palms and smelt like strawberries. 

It was obvious that it was from Miguel, you set it down on the bed and finished getting out of your work clothes. After a nice shower, you put on some cozy clothes and flop onto the bed. The house was clean and there were no chores to do so you got to relax, you sat in bed watching a movie with your new bed buddy. You hugged it to your chest, breathing in the strawberry scented mane.

Miguel came home with the girls a bit after your movie ended, Gabriela skipped into the house with her baby hairs stuck to her forehead from sweat and the remnants of chocolate ice cream on her cheeks. You usher her into the bathroom for her bath before finding Miguel. You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on the tips of your toes to give him a quick kiss.

“What was that for?” He chuckled, his hand on the small of your back, the baby on his hip.

“Just a kiss, I saw that stuffy.” You smiled and shrugged, looking up at him through your lashes. “I love him, but you didn’t need to get me anything…”

“I know that, I just saw it when I was at the store and thought you’d like it sooo…” He said, his hand snaking up the small of your back to roll his fingers through your hair before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Gracias guapo,” You coo, leaning into him for one more quick kiss before pulling away to give Gabriela her bath.

Five days ‘til V-day.

You and Gabriela sat at the kitchen table while Miguel was at work. With baby Esther on your lap, the three of you were hard at work making Miguel his Valentine’s Day present. Since he was always so low key for the holiday, you would do the same. Opting for something cuter and simple that also included the girls.

You already had a hand print of Miguel’s huge, paw-ish hand from an old craft Gabriela made when she was in kindey. You cut out a nice square of paper around the hand print, you carefully painted your own palm and fingers with a soft pink. You pressed your hand over his painted hand print.

Next was Gabriela, you painted her hand with a slightly darker pink color and pressed it over your hand print once it was dry. Then Esther when Gabriela’s handprint dried, you used a baby safe paint that was a darker pink color then Gabriela’s. You pressed the baby’s palm gently over her sisters. So it was papa Miguel’s big black hand print, your smaller light pink hand print, Gabriela’s little hand and then Esther’s teeny tiny hand.

It was perfect, a cute little card from all his girls for Valentines. You let Gabriela paint a couple pink hearts on it and sign it and it was perfect. You take it to write a lovey dovey message on the back and tuck it away in your nightstand once it was completely dry for the fourteenth.

Three days ‘til V-day. 

You looked awful, you tripped in the snow as you hiked your work parking lot to get to your car in front of your boss. When you finally got up out of the slush, you got your hair caught in a branch. Tangling it with leaves and sticks, finally you got home. 

You trudge up the driveway, it has been snowing and raining all day long. You hated the cold winter weather in Nueva York, you just had to wear heels today as you took big steps over the slush. You finally made it inside the warm apartment, taking a deep breath, your shoulders relaxed. The girls are in the living room watching Bluey with Miguel cooking in the kitchen. You kiss the girl's forehead hello and wobble deeper into the warm kitchen.

“Hey mamás, how—woof, what happened to you?” Miguel half laughed, pulling his oven mitts off his huge hands. Today he’s wearing a green apron with ‘Besame soy Irlandés’ printed on the chest. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” You mumbled, brushing the leaves out of your hair. Your whole front is soaked, there was some sort of ice or snow in your bra and your makeup smeared from crying in your car.

“Oye, poor mami.” He cooed, wrapping his big arms around your waist and hugging you to his chest. He held you tight, kissing the side of your face.

He helped you untangle your hair and get out of your soaked clothes. He drew a warm bath with bath salts and bubbles, he washed your hair for you once you were in the water. His big calloused hands rubbing your shoulders as he pecked your cheek. His chest pressed against your back, his hand snaked down into the water in front of you. He peppered the side of your face with gentle kisses as he gently rubbed your core with his pointer and middle fingers. His wedding ring was cool against your inner thighs, his other hand cupped your left breast. Massaging it softly, his thumb grazing over your perked nipples. 

His other hand cupped your sweet pussy, his fingers dipping in between your soft folds and pushing into your wet hole. “My poor girl, I’m sorry your day sucked.” He whispered into the shell of your ear, you bit down onto your bottom lip. Holding back whines as he gently begins to pump his fingers slowly, your hands find the edges of the bathtub to grip. Your head rolls back, your eyes shut as a little gasp escapes your soft lips. He smiled into the dip of your neck, still playing with your tits.

His surprisingly tender lips graze up over your neck for an open mouth kiss, catching your wines and huffs in his mouth. You feel his lips twitch into a little smirk, that smug bastard is always so proud of himself. He pulled away, you whined from the emptiness that filled your soft walls now that he took his fingers out, but you immediately perked up when you heard him take his belt off from the loops. 

Miguel stood up and over to the side of the tub, he slipped his semi hard cock from his boxers. He looked down at you as he pumped his huge hand over his girth, he held you face with his other hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your bottom lip. His way of silently telling you to ‘open’.

You obediently part your pretty lips, he slapped his red tip onto your tongue. He was now fully hard, his cock was perfect. His member is a little darker than his brown skinned body, at least eight to eight and a half inches long. Maybe even ten on a really good day. It was girthy too, with a fat vein on the side of it, it curved up slightly, his groin perfectly shaven besides the happy trail over the base of his length. His balls were heavy, you took him in your mouth. Since he was so big, you always struggled to take him completely. 

You manage to get a good four inches in and start to bob your head, you look up at him through your lashes. It hasn't even been in you long, but you were already cock drunk. He instinctively began to roll his hips into your jaw, the bathroom filled with lewd squelching, moans, and groans. You gag and your eyes roll back.

Just when things started to get good, the baby screeched downstairs in the living room. Miguel sighed and threw his head back dramatically, he pulled away and pulled his slacks back up

over his hips. You frown and pout, he chuckles and bends down to kiss your forehead. “Lo siento, mi corazón…” He muttered, pulling away to get back downstairs to make sure the girls didn’t kill each other. 

You groan a little and sink a little deeper into the warm water.

One day ‘til V-day.

You had actually forgotten all about Valentine’s Day. The girls and work had made you forget all about it. You were sitting at your desk at work, typing and scribbling down notes for later when one of your colleagues told you that there was something at the front desk for you. Curious, you go to check on whatever goodie or package was delivered to you. You never get these sorts of things, you couldn't help but be excited as all the possibilities ran through your head. What the receptionist handed you was better than anything you could have imagined.

The front desk person handed you ramo buchon. One hundred pink and white roses were arranged and wrapped, surrounded by matching pink and white baby’s breath blooms tied together by a ribbon. A little white teddy bear with a ribbon and tag sat in the center of the buchon, the tag signed by your secret admirer. It didn’t take long to figure out who said secret admirer was, since it was Miguel’s handwriting. 

You looked at the gorgeous flowers for the majority of your shift, making sure to send Miguel a little ‘I love you’ text to show your appreciation. Even though he played dumb when you got home, insisting that it wasn’t him and someone else must have sent it. He hugged you tight, muttering under his breath how he’s gonna teach that ‘son of a glitch’ a lesson for daring to make a move on his woman when he finds out who sent it to you. Though you could hear the smile in his voice. 

“When I find them, I’ll teach them a lesson they soon won’t forget for thinking he can just make a move on my woman and get away with it.” Miguel scoffed, kissing the crown of your head. “I’ll kill him dead,” He said when you chuckled.

“You hear me, mariposa? There are some things as a man I simply cannot stand for. And when another man thinks he can have what's mine. And you are mine.” He continued, his forehead pressed against yours as he spoke. “My woman, my baby mama, mine mine mine.”

He repeated that mantra throughout the night, you curled up against him in bed. Him kissing your forehead with his hands rubbing your sides. Going up and down the dips and valleys of your body. You couldn’t help but smile, your face pressed against his neck. “My sweet mujer,” He sighed dreamily. Peppering your pretty face with gentle kisses. 

“Did you like the buchon though?” He asked between smooches. You couldn’t help but giggle, squeezing your dear husband's hand gently and nodded. Your legs tangling with his, the blankets pulled up over to their shoulders. It was nice and cozy in their little blanket cocoon. Miguel needed a weighted blanket in the winters, that coupled with the fuzzy white tiger blanket on top of it made you both nice and warm. 

“Sí, sí. Ellos tienen buen gusto,” You reassure him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. He looked satisfied with that answer. 

Valentine’s Day. 

You woke up snuggled up in the warm bed with Miguel. His alarm went off weirdly early, you blinked, your eyes crusty in the morning, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. Miguel stirred as you sat up, his hands over your lap, you arch your back to stretch. His almond eyes slowly opened and glanced up at you. He smiled into your waist but didn’t move, his morning wood pressing into your plush thigh.

You look down at his hidden face then down into his lap. You smile to yourself and lay back down next to him, your hand snaking down underneath the covers. Already thinking up so many naughty thoughts, tracing down his tummy, following his happy trail, your fingertips teasing the waistband of his sweatpants. He grunted a little as you gently began to stroke his length. You squeezed gently, creating a delicious pressure. 

He finally ‘woke up’, grumbling into the crook of your neck. Rolling his hips back and forth into your hand. You chuckled, looking back over him. You press a little kiss to his nose, “good morning, quapo.” You purr into his ear. This was his favorite way of waking up, your hands on his body. Whether you stroked or sucked, his eyes rolled back and toes curled before waking. 

“Good morning, mariposa, you slept well?” He muttered into your neck, his hand over your chest. He kneaded your pretty tits in his big hands and sighed dreamily.

“I did,” You answer, you roll your palm over his angry red tip. Pearly beads of pre cum dribble out of the head onto your hand. You scoop it up in your fingers, pulling your hand away to taste it. His cum was sweet with a bit of salty, you loved the feeling of his warm seed on your tongue. And he loved seeing you enjoy it, he watched your lap up his pre, a smug look on his handsome face as you swallowed.

Just when you reached to finish the job, he sat up. His erect cock twitching right in front of your face, you were mesmerized. Jesus, you were just a simp. “Gabri could just walk i-” You started, he was already reaching to lock your bedroom door. He grabbed you by your waist and flipped you onto your stomach. He reaches into his nightstand drawer to grab something. You look over your shoulder as he ripped your pajama shorts and panties off your body, making you giggle.

He drizzled massage oil on your bare ass, his calloused palms ran over your buttcheeks. You buried your face into the pillows, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl to yourself. He pressed his nose into your hair, breathing in your shampoo, letting out a shuddering sigh, he sat back up on his knees behind you.

He dipped his ring and middle finger between your plush inner thighs, spreading the warm oil over your already wet pussy lips. You shiver but stay as still as possible for him, he bent over your pretty body. Pressing kisses onto your lower back. Muttering to himself as his fingers slip into your slits folds, your velvet walls clenching his long digits. You whine and cuss under your breath as he makes a scissoring motion with his fingers.

“Relax, mamás, can’t have you clenching my dick off.” He chuckled breathily in your ear, making you groan a little. You did your best not to clench on his fingers so hard, you rolled your shoulders and breathed deeply. Burying your face into the silky pillows, you whine as he begins to rock you by pumping his fingers into your weeping hole. Your breath shudders as his free hand down your back to asscheeks, squeezing gently and smacking to make you squeal.

“Oye,” You hiss, looking back at him over your shoulder, furrowing your eyebrows. He snickered like a kid and went back to pumping fingers. It didn’t take long till your orgasm, it never took Miguel too long to get you to cum. Your nectar pooled in his palm, he smirked proudly, licking

your cum off his hand. You whimper in shame, hiding your red face in the pillows. He chuckled cruelly before slapping his now fully erect member over your thick ass. You squeak as you watch his big hands grab the headboard above you and he begins to hump like a bitch in heat.

He sat on your calves on his knees, his thighs on either side of your hips. The massage oil acts as a lubricant for him to slide his fat cock between your buttcheeks easier. You whine into the pillows, your shoulders hunching and back arching. 

You let out a soft moan as his shaft dragged over your holes over and over again, making you shiver in pleasure. He let out a soft, satisfied sigh as he took you from behind. You just knew that the smug bastard had a satisfied look plastered all over his face as he humped, spanked and slapped your poor, poor, red ass. 

He grabbed and groped, before pulling off of you completely. Miguel took his shaft in his paw-ish hand, dragging his leaking tip to your weeping entrance. 

“Miggy…” You whine, it's been too long since you’ve had him all to yourself. Whether it be your respective jobs, family and taking care of two kids under ten. You miss the feeling of him stretching you out, you miss the burn. You missed him making it hard for you to walk the next day, and him eating you out like a starved man, repeating the phrase ‘I’m sorry,’ over and over again as an apology as he palmed his dick.

You missed the burn and the after care and him making you breakfast for you afterwards. His cock slipped inside, not even three inches at first just to get you ready. His fingers stretched you out best he could, but he was getting impatient, and he needed to feel his pretty girl. His hands drifted off the headboard to either side of your head on the bed. 

Sloooowly, he pushes deeper, you choke back all your noises. You look over at the nightstand on Miguel's side of the bed at the alarm clock, because you apparently married an old man. It was a little after five in the morning, he usually sets his alarm for six, that smug bastard set it early to squeeze a Valentines day quickie before work.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the plap plap plap of his hips hitting your ass and his tip kissing your cervix and the low creaks of your shared mattress. You slap your hand over your mouth, his big hands tighten around the sheets he was clenching. The massage oil and both of your sweat rolled off of eachother, pooling on the bed below you, but you’re too full to care. His length filled you up so good, that you couldn’t think to care about the fact you’re ruining your sheets.

“Yes…” You whine, your shaky hands clinging to the sheets as he pounds into you.

Miguel laid his body over yours as he slowly bucked into you, you almost preferred it when he was pounding into your poor, abused pussy since then he wasn’t torturing you with slow, agonizing strokes. His lips pressed into your ear, his eyes glazed over as he grunted and huffed into the shell of your ear, you loved how vocal he was. How he’d react to your body, how'd he moan and praise you. 

His arm slithered under your neck, pressing you into a headlock as he rutted against your soft walls. His nose buried into your hair, breathing in your cocoa butter shampoo. He tightened his grip on you until your cheek was pressed up against his bicep, his sweat, musk and the remnants of his cologne from yesterday made you slick. 

A knot formed in the pit of your belly, his pre mixed with the oils and your slick, coating the sheets with liquids. You really should have put a towel down…-

“So wet, you like that, don't you?" He growled, his voice deep and husky as he took you from behind. He couldn't resist, he couldn't fight it. He was under your control, he was yours to do with as you pleased. He always portrayed himself as the head of the household, el jefe, but it was a different story once the girls were in bed and the door was locked. He was still very much the dominant, though your pleasure was his priority. He wanted you to be pleased and happy with him above anything else.

“Mhm…feels, fuck, so good…” You mewl, your hips swaying side to side as he slowly rolled his hips into you, your warm walls clenching him. He pulled out until only his tip was in, before pounding back in. Your sweet nectar flowed from your core, you writhed and silently screamed into the pillows. Miguel kept rutting before quickly pulling out, his hot cum spilling down the small of your back.

He let out a satisfied sigh and flopped down on the bed next to you. The giant laid face down next to you, groaning. 

“Jesus, you’re not that old.” You choke out after a minute of basking in each other's sweaty afterglow. “You’re fine,” You grumble, nudging his calf with your foot.

“I’m just warming down, gimme a minute.” He gruffed, tilting his head to stick his tongue out at you and scrunching his nose. “Bleh,”

“Oh my god, you’re just like Gabriela.” You snicker, rolling on your back to stretch, and looking over his body. Miguel was on his stomach, one of his long legs off the bed as he pressed his face into his pillow. You can’t help but look at him with disgust.

“You have a ridiculously nice ass for a man.” You pout.

“Don’t be jelly,” he scoffed playfully.

“Did Gabriela teach you that word?”

“What, ‘jelly’?” He asked and you nod. “Oh please, I’m well educated in the field of slang. I know about what the kids are saying, ‘on fleek’, ‘yeet’, ‘lit’, you name it. You married a very educated man, lucky you~”

“I’ve never heard anyone say that in literal years…”

“Who?”

“Hmm?”

“Asked.” He said proudly, you let out a groan. This was just middle school all over again.

“Okay, okay, I’m done now, mariposa. I promise.” Miguel giggled, grunting a little before rolling onto his back next to you. He snakes a big hand over you and pulls you atop of him. 

“This is disgusting,” 

“I didn’t even-!” “The sheets, and us. I should get in the shower…” You grumbled, he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you back down to him as you sat up. Your cheek smushed up to his firm pecs. 

“Two more minutes,” He promised, patting your sticky back.

You’ve been getting ready for what felt like hours, your makeup, shoes, hair, jewelry, clothes, accessories. Maybe you were spoiled…sat on the floor of your walk-in closet in nothing but your pretty lingerie, your arms crossed under your chest, you mull over your options for the perfect outfit for your and Miguel’s date tonight.

You check the time on your phone and sigh, deciding to take your chances with that one bodycon cami dress you got months ago. It was cute, I guess. You quickly finish getting ready, your finishing touch being a pretty little necklace with a pendant with the letter M engraved into it. 

The girls were shipped off to your parents house for the night, it was just you two. He cooed and crooned over you, showering you with gifts and peppering your pretty face with kisses. Making your face a little red from his stubble brushing over your cheeks, he booked a nice restaurant nearby for the two of you and came back home for Valentine's Day sex.

After years of marriage and having kids, of course things would often fall into a routine. But after all his gifts and gushing, maybe things won't be so uniform tonight.

The dinner was fine…your alfredo pasta was good so far, and the wine was nice. But Miguel was acting strange ever since you woke him up. He's been red in the face and nervous, which was weird since he was usually so confident and outspoken. 

He was complaining about the wine being expensive, you look up from your pasta to count his forehead creases. 

“It’s like I have to hunt a waiter down for a bottle of wine, wine that's nearly two-hundred dollars. Ridiculous…” He grumbled, you can’t help but roll your eyes as he obnoxiously waved at a waiter. 

“Miggy, please stop. You’re acting like my mother.” You mumble after he spoke to the waiter, you watch the poor twenty something year old disappear into the kitchen to get that bottle.

“Oh please, even I wouldn’t stoop that low.” Miguel scoffed, poking his food with the prongs of his fork like Gabriela did when she didn’t want to eat her dinner and she’d stall for sympathy. You tried making conversation, when that doesn’t really seem to work, something more devious appears in your smile as a sudden idea comes to mind. 

Of course, you’d know how to get him to relax. You prided yourself with that, so you set your little plan to action. You make sure no one in the restaurant was looking in your general direction, you pick up your salad fork, a type fork you may have used twice in your life, and drop it on the fancy dark wood floors of the restaurant. Which, in turn, makes the most loud and annoying ‘ting’ sound, Miguel gives you a look as you freeze. 

“Gosh, clumsy me~” You quickly reassess, making sure no one is looking, you duck to your knees to pick up the fork that somehow got almost completely under the table. It was one of those circular tables with a long red cloth draped on it to the floor. You sneak underneath without anyone suspecting a th-

“What are you doing?” Miguel calmly asks, though you can tell by his tone he’s the human equivalent to a donkey on the edge.

“I’m grabbing my fork,” You answer, though you have passed the fork, crawling on your hands and knees, you make a beeline to your manspreading husband. You rest your chin on the edge of the chair, pressing your soft lips for a fat kiss on his bulge. He jolts when you do, his hands flying to cover his crotch.

“A-amor!” Miguel yelped, his knees hitting the table. Making his wine glass fall, he quickly moved to pick it back up. Giving you just enough time to sloppily unbuckle his belt and pull his slacks down just enough to pull his semi-hard cock out, the table cloth covering his lap up. You smile to yourself before licking your palms to stroke him with both your hands. 

Once he was completely hard in your soft hands, you took his tip in your mouth. Kitten licking it as you stroked with one hand and kneaded his balls with the other. He was trying (and failing) to mask his whimpers and squeaks by sipping his wine. 

“So pretty~” You cooed, slapping his fat cock over your tongue. His pre dripped down his aching shaft from his slit, which you of course greedily lick up. Every noise Miguel made went straight to your sopping pussy, which you were grinding up and down his dress shoe. He grunted, how rude, you’re polishing his cock and shoes, and he dares to complain?

You take a solid four inches into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. You wish you could look at his pretty face as he groans and grunts, you nod your head, attempting to fit more into your mouth. 

Relaxing your throat, you take a deep breath in through your nose and breath back out slowly before taking him all the way to his base. Your nose nestles into his trimmed pubic hair while your hands snake forward to dip back into his boxers to give his balls a squeeze. Your drool and his pre dripped from your soft lips and down his balls.

Miguel pressed his palm into his lips, his eyes squeezed shut. His free hand on the crown of your head, his fingers tangled with your hair as he guided you. His thighs shuddered, doing everything in his power to not moan loudly in a crowded restaurant on Valentines day. You try to bob your head but he keeps you down on his cock.

He huffed and his hips buckled to push deeper into you, you gag and tears roll down your cheeks. It only took a few more seconds as hot, white ropes shot down your throat and warmed your belly. You swallow quickly, your moans vibrate against him as you ride him through his orgasm. 

Only when you hear that whimper do you finally slide off of him. Your lips leave the tip with a lewd pop. You give his cock a sweet little kiss, you dry your tears and climb back into your seat, placing your fork back on the table where it belongs with a satisfied smile. He wasn’t glaring anymore, he looks much more relaxed now…

Just from the look alone tells you that you’re in for it when you get home. 

Before Miguel could say a thing, the waiter zips back over to the table to come check up on your dinner. He was about to leave when he paused.

“You’ve got some alfredo sauce on your lips, ma’am.” The waiter said, pointing to his own lips. You squeak out a quick ‘oh!’ and dab your lips with your napkin. Wiping off the ‘alfredo sauce’ as the waiter ran off to another table.

“Don’t,” You sighed, Miguel was smirking, resting his head on his palm. He was relaxed now, and was giggly from the alfredo sauce comment.

“I didn’t even say anything~ though you do look cute with alfredo sauce on your lip.” Miguel said sweetly, swirling his wine glass to watch the red liquid slosh in the cup before raising it to his lip to take a sip. His crimson eyes trained on you. Giving you a look that made your previously soaked panties soaking wet and sticking to your cunt.

“Though you are very much still in trouble.”

Your heel made you slip on the icy doorstep, Miguel’s hand on your waist hoisted you upright before you could fall into the snow. “Careful~” He tutted smugly, unlocking the door for you and you rushed inside the warm home. 

Both you and Miguel had been drinking, you from the embarrassing alfredo sauce incident and Miguel because he was trying to loosen up. You’re both tipsy and stumbling into the kitchen, you go to the sink to pour yourself a big glass of water to sober up. Just as you gulp down the last sip, Miguel comes up behind you, his big, calloused hands resting on your shoulders, squeezing gently.

His soft lips find your jaw, he massages your shoulders. The wine made him tipsy and went straight to his dick. Your back pressed against his chest and stomach, your hands on the cool surface of the kitchen counter. Signing softly and nearly letting a moan slip as his hands travel down from your shoulders to rub your clothed breast.

You grip the counter, your shoulders going slack and your back involuntary arching. His thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples, you feel his cock hardening from underneath his slacks as he slowly grinds on you. His lips still on your jaw, the tip of his tongue slipping from his lips to press against your soft skin.

Humping your plump ass and squeezing your plush tits was heaven to Miguel, the only thing missing was his cock buried deep into your gushing cunt. 

Tipsy, he decided that’s what he needed, he wrapped a beefy arm around your waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder. 

“Miguel!” You squealed, kicking your feet as you slowly began to sober up. He didn’t say anything, just grunting and his hand falling from the small of your back to your butt, pinching the fat to tell you to quiet down. He carried you with ease up the stairs, down the hallway to your shared bedroom. 

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and flopped you down on your back onto the blankets and pillows. You landed back with a squeak of the mattress, your legs dangling off the edge as he straddled your his. His lips crashed into yours, his cheeks painted in a pink hue, his big hands ran up and down your sides

You parted your lips, catching your whines and huffs in his mouth as he pressed your beefy body into you. Trapping you to the bed with his hands, he leaned over you, his kisses searing as he held your wrists up over your head to keep you underneath him. 

When he got tipsy, he wouldn’t be bothered by foreplay. He needed to get right to the good part, his kisses got hungrier and needier with every second that passed. His hands rubbed down your sides, sliding your dress off your body. His eyes wandered and quickly widening when he saw your lack of anything under your dress.

You went rogue on him, you ditched your lingerie in the restaurant bathroom, since your panties were soaked and uncomfortable, and because you too wanted to get to the main event as soon as possible~ He stripped and sat down on the edge of the bed with you on his lap in his favorite position, full nelson. Your legs bent up to fold you in half, your knees on either side of your head with his arms bending you back with his fingers locked with each other behind your neck. It was sort of uncomfortable, but the second he moved his hips, you forgot all about it.

He thrusted sloppily into you, you threw you back on his shoulder almost immediately as his tip practically kissed your womb the first thrust. He didn't stretch you out prior, the burn was enough to make you scream. His hips jutted up and down, your ass slapping down against his pelvis. Filling your bedroom with the sweat slaps of skin hitting skin and your lewd moans. 

Your eyes flick up and cross, he’s been at it for hours it feels like when he actually just started.

“Please, Miggy,” You mewled in his ear. He ignored you, peering over your shoulder to watch your pretty titties bounce from how he was rocking you. Miguel looked angry, like he usually did during sex. Grabbing your hair he roughly pulls making your back arch suddenly “Fucking ride it,” he commanded in a harsh tone. 

Feeling him throb in you, you're ready for more, slowly start raising your hips and bringing yourself down the best you could when you squished and bent into the position. You felt the knot in the pit of your tummy tightening as he speared into you, a ring of cream wrapped around the base of his angry, twitching cock.

All night long, the man fucked you like a fleshlight. Making you cry tears of pleasure and scream his name for all your neighbors to hear. Your knot snapped for what felt like the umpteenth time, your orgasm ripped through you in waves. 

That didn’t stop him though, he’s fucking you like he’s trying to mold your gummy walls to fit his, and only his cock. 

Painting your womb white with ribbons of hot cum for the sixth time, he finally let’s go. His hands slightly raised as if admitting defeat as his chest rose and fell. Sweat rolling down his body as you crawl onto the bed to try to cool down. He falls down on his stomach next to you on his side of the bed. 

You poor thing have been put through the wringer, you’ve came too many times to count, been came in too many times to count, cried, screamed and moaned. Your throat and poor, slutty, pussy been played with and fucked ruthlessly. Your eyes are half lidded when Miguel rolled onto his side to face you.

“Amor…?” Miguel whispered, his voice hoarse.

“Hmm?”

“I need to admit something…I sent you the ramo buchon, even though I told you that your secret admirer sent it to you.” He admitted sheepishly, like he was an embarrassed kid owning up to taking a cookie. It made you chuckle sleepily.

“Yeah…I had a hunch,” You smiled, taking his hand in yours and running your thumb over his knuckles. He seems genuinely surprised you knew it was him.

“How…-you know what, never mind, mariposa. Happy Valentine's Day to the loveliest girl in the whole multiverse.” He smiled sweetly, bringing your hand to his lips and kissed it softly. 

“Thank you, mi Valentín.” 

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SNOW LEOPARD HYBRID KEEGANNNNN ‼️‼️‼️ he would be so perfect to cuddle methinks . so big and soft and warm i want him to hold me + I want to play with his tail and pet him…. he would b so soft………… I want to bite normal Keegan an insane amount already but snow leopard hybrid Keegan watch out for me and my chompers (< threat)

YEAHHHHHHH can u imagine him looking at you like this when he wants to cuddle (the one on the right) he's so fcking silly it makes me want to throw up

it's still so cold where i live and it's so annoying but i guess it gives me the opportunity to think about cuddling snow leopard keegan so, win!

yeah he doesn't even verbally ask if you want to cuddle he's picking you up by the collar of your shirt and dragging you to bed. it's already overflowing with pillows and blankets and plushies too that he nearly knocks like half of them off the bed when he's trying to get the both of you comfortable.

when he finally does settle down, he expects you to do the same. don't even think of trying to leave when he's already comfy or else you'll be stuck, cuddled, in his arms for a good eight hours. not like you do want to leave however, he's so warm and his fur is so soft and comfy that you just lean into his side and just lay there, trying not to fall asleep.

he'll wrap his tail around you and it's game over, you're out like a light for a good few hours. don't worry if you do get cold then he can just hold you in his arms instead or he can pull up the duvet around the two of you.

world is hard and cold, but keegan is soft and warm and it's amazing.

also as i've mentioned before but keegan would be an absolutely exceptional cuddler, and him as a snow leopard hybrid would be just as great of a cuddler. he doesn't move a single inch unless he wants to (thank you sniping skills) and so you're quite comfy laying on him until you eventually wake up. and even if he did move you closer to him, you wouldn't even wake up from it. being an silent hunter, animal and sniper wise lets him pull you closer to him without ever bothering you.

and even if you don't nap alongside him he's just as comfortable to be around. he'll let you do whatever you want to him, you're like a little kitten in his eyes and nothing you really do can hurt him so he just lets you go wild (unless it's a hazard to yourself).

you want to pet him? sure, go right ahead. he takes great joy in feeling your hands run through his fur, he maintains it and keeps it soft just for you. and if you listen in very closely you can hear him purr in satisfaction, although he won't say anything if you try to bring it up, just denying it silently.

you want to play with his tail? sure, but he's going to play with you too, it's unfair if only you're having fun. he'll run it under your chin and nose to make you sneeze, or he'll gently smack you in the face with it. sometimes he'll even wrap in around your wrist to signal you to come closer for cuddles. he likes keeping his tail on you somewhere, no matter where you two are i think. it gives him reassurance that you're still near him and you haven't run off to do something else. (he also knows that you're safe because he's right by your side.)

you want to...bite him? sure, darling you can bite him all you want. but don't complain when he does the same to you, if you can't take it then don't dish it, sugar.

[fire-bugged]

Hello gang!

How are you on this fine day? Hope you are fine. Well today is my birthday!!! 🎉 I wanted to know how the mercs would celebrate with us. I'm fine you writing any merc so go crazy 😼

Anyways, take care and remember to stay hydrated 😈

Happy Birthday, Anon! I hope you had a wonderful birthday, and I hope you enjoy these headcanons!

Mercenaries Celebrate Your Birthday

Scout

- Probably forgot it was your birthday. But when someone else (or you) remind him, he’s immediately excited.

- Whips out one of his Ma’s birthday cake recipes from when he was a little kid. It’s a simple cake, just one layer with some frosting slathered on top, but it’s still pretty good!

- As for gifts, he gets you something a few days later. He’ll get you some snacks that you love, but are difficult to find in New Mexico. It’s not much, but he still hopes you’ll enjoy it.

Soldier

- Soldier is insanely good at remembering important dates, including birthdays.

- Instead of the usual trumpet-blaring and shouting the USA national anthem to wake everyone up in the morning, he’s yell-singing “Happy Birthday” at the top of his lungs

- Gives you a strong pat on the back and congratulates you on another year of fighting the good fight. Now go forth and beat the crap out of whatever the next year of your life is going to throw at you!

- At the end of the day, you find a box in your room with a note attached that simply says “Use it well”. Inside, you find a worn, but still very sharp shovel. Perfect for beating people over the head with.

Pyro

- They absolutely remember your birthday, and they are very excited about it.

- They make you some cupcakes that are only slightly overcooked, as well as covered in mountains of frosting and sprinkles. They give them to you while mumbling to the tune of “happy birthday”.

- As for presents, they like giving lots of small trinkets. Whether you like pretty rocks, silly pens, trading cards, plushies, miniature figures, anything of that sort. They’ll always be able to find a bunch of small things you’ll like!

Demoman

- He gets pretty excited when he realizes your birthday is coming up. When he was a kid, he never really got to celebrate his birthday all that much due to spending his childhood an orphan. But now he loves celebrating them regardless of whose birthday it is.

- Sets up a bunch of things at a good bar near the base. There’s darts, pool, foosball, beer pong, and of course, plenty of drinks and good food to go around. He makes sure the whole team is there, celebrating with you and having a good time.

- You mean a lot to him, and he wants to make sure you have a birthday you’ll always look back fondly on.

Heavy

- He remembers birthdays very well, as they are important in his family. To Heavy, you are close enough to be considered family.

- Back home, birthdays were often celebrated with lots of food and good drinks, and he’ll do the same for you. He gets together with a few of the other members of the team that you’re close with, and they all work to make a lot of rich, filling dishes that he knows you’ll enjoy.

- He also sets up Poker with the entire team. Jokes are made, drinks are had, money is won and lost, and it’s a great time for all.

- You are surrounded by friends, and you are loved. That is the best gift he can possibly give to you.

Engineer

- He knew your birthday was coming up, and he made sure to prepare ahead of time.

- He works for most of the day, so you don’t see him much until the evening. He cooks your favorite meal for dinner, complete with delicious side dishes that complement it perfectly. He makes sure to make more than enough for there to be leftovers, allowing you to enjoy the food for the next couple of days, as well.

- If you have any creative hobbies (or have been wanting to start a new hobby) he will gift you the supplies needed for it, as well as tools of his own making. He built them himself with specific measurements and materials to best suit you.

Medic

- Always remembers birthdays. Being the team’s doctor, it’s important for him to remember these sorts of details!

- He wouldn’t be able to do much, due to the fact that he still has to work. Today being your birthday won’t prevent someone from getting shot or blown up, after all. But he will still cheerfully wish you a happy birthday when he sees you.

- If you take any medications, he’ll tie a little bow on your refill when he gives it to you. But when you open it up later to take your medication, you find a little note inside:

- “Happy birthday mein freunde! Wishing you another year of good health! :)”

Sniper

- Pretty chill about birthdays, doesn’t take them too seriously.

- When he finds out it’s your birthday, he’ll give you a nod and a smile, wishing you “happy birthday, mate”.

- Towards the end of the day, he’ll come to you with a couple of drinks you like and just hang out. You’ll just have a good ol’ time sitting back in some lawn chairs and chatting about whatever while watching the sun go down.

Spy

- Doesn’t really share the excitement surrounding birthdays. Nonetheless, he still remembers when they occur, and that includes yours.

- If you mention it to him, he’ll give you a curt “Happy Birthday”, and won’t say anything else about it.

- But later in the day, a small box will appear on your bedside table. There’s no note to reveal who had left it there or what it was for, but deep down, you knew the answer to both of these questions. Inside is a small, but very expensive and high quality accessory that you’ve always wanted. You never told anyone about it, but it seems you didn’t need to.

- The first time you wear it, you swear you see the tiniest trace of a smile on Spy’s face.

[johnwickluva]

Hello, I was wondering if you could make a John wick reader when the reader is like him human assassin and John hide in her house and saw thzr that woman dangerous and deadly had a little cute plushie ? Please. Something fluff

Love your account btw <3

Thank you for loving my account ❤️

Silly

Summary: John finds something in your house you forgot about.

word count: 1.5k

A/N: I’m horrible at titles so this one’s called silly lmfao. All pure fluff 😁

John was driving like an expert maniac. You pointed your gun out the window and aimed.

“Boom.”

You said before shooting and hitting your target's bodyguard in the head. This time you tilted your head and aimed again.

“Boom.”

A laugh escaped you as John swerved the car. Also because this was always fun for you. Killing men who deserved it and even the ones who didn’t. You probably had more fun than you should’ve been. Your nickname wasn’t Wacko for no reason. You took your gun and aimed for the last time.

“Boom.”

The bullet went straight through your target's head. Hit complete. John came to a skidding halt and looked over at you. He nodded once, slowly. You put your gun away.

“Good job.”

“Thanks, I’ve been practicing.” You yawned and stretched even though you barely did anything.

You tapped your finger on your chin before smiling at John.

“Want to come over?” You asked.

He looked like he was thinking about it before looking over at you.

“Why not?”

John put the car littered in bullet holes in drive and started towards your house.

When the two of you pulled up to your driveway, you got out and ran ahead. Grabbing the key from around your neck you opened the door. You put your arm out to let John walk on in first.

“Ladies first.” You joked and he chuckled while shaking his head.

You were always joking around and being goofy. John loved that about you. In fact he loved a lot of things about you. How skilled you were, beautiful you were, smart you were… He could go on and on. If anyone could turn him into a stuttering mess it was you. The man loved and hated it.

You were a mystery though. Dark and always messing around but John knew it was a facade to hide how sweet you really were. It made him feel special knowing he was the only one who got to see the real you. The two of you were best friends but he was hoping to be more someday.

John walked into your living room and took his shoes off before sitting on your couch. You went into the kitchen to make two cups of coffee and he looked around your apartment. There were an abundance of books stacked on a bookshelf and a lot of paintings by the Italian painter Artemisia Gentileschi.

The paintings you chose were some of the more darker ones of women holding up severed heads or committing murder. Still though, the home had a warm, homey feeling to it. John felt very comfortable on your couch. After a few minutes you came back and handed him his cup of coffee.

You sat on the couch next to him, a little distance between the two of you. He had an arm thrown over the back of the couch and you took the time to inspect him. His hair was slicked back making his face completely visible to your gaze. His chocolate eyes looked around your apartment but he looked uncomfortable.

“You okay John?” You asked.

John crossed his legs, using his hand to pull his leg up before letting his hands rest on his knee.

“You’re staring.”

“I always stare. It’s something else.” You said.

Without another word he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. You almost spilt your coffee but snuggled up against his side. This wasn’t something new, the two of you cuddled a lot. You were honestly just waiting for him to ask you to date him already. If he didn’t ask in the next week, you would do it yourself.

The two of you we’re constantly taking hits together, spending free time together and cuddling. All that was missing was a label. He looked down at you and smiled. You couldn’t help but smile back. For the big, scary Baba Yaga he was so cute. You couldn’t help yourself, you leaned up and kissed him on the lips.

John was surprised but kissed you back. It was a short but sweet kiss. Even though there was barely any pressure he could’ve sworn his lips tingled. The two of you just sat there, gazing into each other's eyes. You wondered what was holding him back from asking you. Both of you told each other everything, so if he was having doubts… He should open up and tell you what he was so scared about.

“Why don’t you just ask me already?” You asked.

John sighed and closed his eyes before opening them again. He knew what you were referring to but he still wasn’t sure. Would a relationship ruin what you two have? He took a deep breath and you thought it was finally coming.

“Do you have any spare clothes? This suit is kinda uncomfortable.” He said.

Yeah John had jokes too.

With a light smack you pushed yourself up off of John and got up to go to your room. A laugh left him and you felt giddy, loving the sound. He followed and you went to the closet where you knew you had some old mens shirts and sleep pants. As you were searching he couldn’t help but look all around your room.

It was just like the living room but something else caught his attention. A bright pink, worn, fat little pig plush was sitting right on your pillow. He smirked and walked towards the bed and picked it up. It was still soft but had that old feel to it. You must’ve had this forever.

It made his heart feel full. How adorable of you. Everything you did was adorable. He turned it around in his hands and looked at the tag. That brand didn’t even exist anymore. The plush looked very well loved and was even missing an eye.

“Aha!” You cheered when you found the clothes.

When you turned around you felt your face heat up. John was holding your stuffed pig.

“Hands off of Mr. Pigglesworth.” You warned him, “and nobody gets hurt.”

John let out a loud laugh but lightly set the pig down.

“It’s cute.” He said simply.

You threw the clothes at him and he caught them. Then you walked over to the bed and hugged Mr. Pigglesworth to your chest. He always could calm you down, even on the worst of nights. You had had him since you were a baby but didn’t name him until the 90’s when the first Austin Powers movie came out.

You fake glared at John but put your pig down. This was a little embarrassing. You were known to be skilled and dark in your practice and now here was your friend staring at your stuffed animal. However, you would not hide Mr. Pigglesworth as he was a respected member of your household. You raised an eyebrow at your friend.

“You jealous?” You asked.

He laughed again.

“Maybe.” John said, “He does get to snuggle up with you every night.”

At this your face really heated up.

“So why don’t you just ask me already?” You said again.

John smiled and walked up to you. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed slightly. You weren’t much shorter than him but he was still taller, so you looked up at him. Nobody else would be able to tell but you, he was nervous. He cleared his throat.

“Be my girlfriend?” He asked.

“No.”

“No?” He asked a little incredulously.

You laughed out loud, really hard. Almost doubling over you placed a hand on his chest. The look on his face was something you wished you could take a picture of. Instead you burned it into your memory. He just watched you as you laughed and laughed, feeling a bit hurt.

“Where’s my date, huh?” You questioned.

It hit John. He had just asked you after a hit and had never taken you out on a date. At this his smirk returned. He should’ve known it wouldn’t be as easy as that with you. You were still laughing and he took the chance to grab your sides and squeeze. Letting out a yelp you pulled yourself away, pointing at him.

“Do not tickle me.” You warned.

John laughed and you turned to run. You turned to look behind you and saw him holding Mr. Pigglesworth. Scrunching up your eyebrows you didn’t notice you were at the couch and fell over the armrest. You didn’t have time to stand up before he started tickling you and pressing the pig all over your body, like the stuffed animal was tickling you.

You let out a few screams, trying to fight him away all while laughing. This went on for a few minutes and by the end you were out of breath. How dare Mr. Pigglesworth betray you like that. Teaming up with John to tickle you. You rolled your eyes.

“Finished having your fun?”

“That’s what you get for scaring me.” He said before returning the stuffed animals to its rightful place on your bed. “How does takeout sound?” John yelled from your room.

Takeout and a movie sounded amazing to you. You were still out of breath but yelled back,

“Sounds like a date!”

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SEND ME A SHIP and I’ll tell you: I wasn't going to wait for an ask I just went ahead and did it but here's the prompt if anyone else wants to reblog it 😂

Who said “I love you” first?

Ahru has said it plenty, though it was in a more... platonic sense, before she realized it wasn't. 😂 Like she loved him so much she'd just tell him openly, but she's not too shy to tell her friends she loves them so it wasn't exactly weird. Alphinaud was the first to say it in the more directly romantic sense after they were reunited in Solution Nine.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Both, easy. Ahru would have a couples selfie with him, whereas -especially during "The Dome Years"- Alphinaud probably took a picture of some of the portraits he drew of her.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Ahru starts, but mostly with silly cute doodles of Carbuncles and mandragoras saying "I love you!". Alphi quickly joins in though, it brings out the kid in him again.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

(Define 'cheesy', I'm just gonna generalize here.) They have such complimentary gift-giving styles; they both know what the other really likes/needs/appreciates, but mix it up with surprises. I think early on Alphinaud is a lot more practical (swords, books, things she both likes and uses), but once Ahru has brought him some rare paints she finds in her travels, or a Carbuncle keychain, he softens and gets more inspired, buying her mandragora plushies, some rare spices, or a silly Tonberry-themed kitchen knife set.

Who initiated the first kiss

Fun fact, they both tried a couple of times post-Endwalker and through Dawntrail but uh. The moment evaded them every time and then there was something else to worry about. The first kiss was post-DT once things had settled down a bit and they'd had some time to talk and clear things up (namely, if he even felt the same anymore, which lmao, lol, duh). So it was very much a mutual initiation, though Alphinaud might have led into it a bit more.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Whoever wakes up first. (Often Alphinaud, especially outside the Dome where he's re-acclimating to natural sunlight). Alphinaud is slightly more inclined to simply watch her sleep and not want to disturb her, letting himself drink in the fact it's all real, and that she's truly there with him. On the flip side, Ahru is more inclined to kiss and snuggle him awake, she just can't resist, but she also wants him to wake up knowing she's there. (He had more than a few nights of restlessness haunted by nightmares of none of it being real, or of worst case scenarios playing out, so he very much appreciates this alternative.)

Who starts tickle fights

Okay establishing first: Alphinaud isn't particularly ticklish, he gained immunity growing up with Alisaie. On the flipside, Ahru just... isn't super used to being touched like that? She actually kind of enjoys it, if she's in the right mood, just... to be touched in soft, playful ways and laughing? It's kind of like playfighting as a kit?

And, in the most unhorny way possible, he wants to touch her in ways she isn't used to, to make her laugh, to let her body know it isn't just made to fight and ache. He won't usually do it without her permission though, but sometimes if she wants to mess around like that she'll start poking and prodding at him despite knowing he's not ticklish himself and then it just gradually dissolves into flopping around, tickling, a bit of nipping and- okay now maybe sometimes it does go in the horny direction.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Ahru doesn't ask- Okay, well, first of all, she historically doesn't have a whole lot of shame, or maybe you'd call it 'propriety', and he's… her healer, lol. He's seen her in all manner of states of undress. But once they kind of get to that point in the relationship, she's still not about to go intruding on his privacy, with the added knowledge that he's a bit self-conscious* about his scars. So when he's about to get in and she chews her lip holding herself back from saying anything, it's him who asks her if she'd like to join him, which is just as much an obvious sign that he doesn't really mind if she sees them. (*rather, it's a complicated stew of him getting pre-emptively troubled by the knowledge she will be troubled by the fact she couldn't protect him, but he knows if he gets too in his head about it, she'll worry even more, whereas the scars in and of themselves don't bother either of them)

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Ahru has regularly been making food for her travel companions for... a while now, so while it's always appreciated it wouldn't exactly be a 'surprise'. Though there would be that momentary realization that nothing has changed, and things are just 'going back to normal'. Now, (having increased his cul level over the last 30 years) him bond ringing to her in the middle of some guild work with lunch? That would be new and a surprise and one of the sweetest most romantic things anyone has done for her.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Both!!!! Now, they've probably had dozens of "almost dates", the sort of situations where they're alone and the atmosphere ends up going in that direction. But their first 'date' was a little outing of him showing her around Solution Nine post-DT and he made sure to subtly drop a "It's a date." line trying to feel out how she'd respond (because it's been thirty years for him) and then her screaming in her head repeatedly 'Is that what he meant?! A date-date?!' So. Needless to say most of the nerves were from trying to bridge that gulf. I'd say Ahru was more on the shy side trying to feel him out, while he was more on the nervous side if she'd think he was too changed too suddenly for her. They both got over it.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Ahru doesn't like killing them but out of defensive habit, if they're in her sleeping space she will do so swiftly. Alphinaud will scoop them up in a little aether bubble and put them outside.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Ahru loudly proclaims her love when she's sober. So she's even more annoying about it when she's drunk, you can count on that. And while he exudes an air of maturity, he is 5000% a wife guy who will not shy away from telling her, I've said it so many times but he lost so much time he has learned to say what needs to be said and by the Twelve will he. Alas, he has high tolerance so it's a rare sight to see him drunk, but he will absolutely make a toast to the amazing, beautiful, incomparable love of his life, and Alisaie, groaning, will strangle him with his tie to shut him up.

[candyh0rns]

MEET THE ARTIST 🎨

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• I go by name Mozzy/Candy Horns 💛

• I'm 17yo my birthday is on 11 August 🎉🎂

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FANDOMS 💫

★ Sooo there is my whole list ↓

(or maybe just things that I like a lot)

• Sonic The Hedgehog (I think its my main fandom. I love the Sonic Team the most of all! Especially Tails hes my fav through like 8 years already? 💙💛❤️)

• Welcome Home Puppet Show (I love this "arg" website!! Its so nostalgic? Also the creator is so so sweet and their works always look so great!! I also own a Wally plushie hehe 🥜)

• Steven Universe (That's basically my childhood, I love Pearl AAAAAAAA I adore her smm!! annnnd Peridot is great too :³ I Didn't really like how future turn out but I was still happy to see them together! 💖)

• Adventure Time (That's also my childhood! I don't have like a favourte character cuz i like them all and the plot is so cool! Oh boy and fionna and cake series was so intriguing ✨)

• Gravity Falls (Well onece again! CHILDHOOD!! Bill fav. Ofc him. Also love the pine twins!! 🌲)

• The Amazing Digital Circus (Really like the idea for this show, and again creator is so silly and passioned about it! Cant wait to see more episodes!!! 🔥)

• The Fairly OddParents: a new wish (For some reason I like it more than the original? Adore the style of animation and that they did bring love between Cosmo and Wanda back again! 💚🩷)

• SpongeBob Squarepants (I love spoingbob hes so cute 😭 that's me if you even care lol)

• Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory (Maaan it's so good to watch! Im happy that they made another series of it!)

• Good Omens (The vibe that it brings is sooo greeeaat! Just want to watch more!🪽)

• Omori (Yah! I love the characters sm! Pretty deep for a cute pixel game, I like Basil the most! 🌻)

• Undertale / deltarune (I like them both🔥🔥🔥 dont remember EVERYTHING from undertale tho, I love Tenna and Spamton mheheheh)

• Stranger Things (same thing!)

• Indigo Park (I think that I just really like mascot horrors lol, also the creator is such a great guy! Wanna see what he can cook for next chapter!🦝)

• We Bare Bears (C H I L D H O O D, Ice bear the best🐻‍❄️)

• Luca (My favourite animation film! I like how warm and pretty it looks, just want to be there man!🎣)

MY CHARACTERS 👥

So as you can see I have a few ocs, I'm planning to make a cartoon with them in future. For now they just my characters with a story attached to them :'))

Maybe I'll start a comic with them, who knows 🤷

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[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Our New Friend!

Last chapter:

Riley finds this tape hidden inside a Wooly plushy, which randomly explodes when the puzzle is complete. Riley should find this concerning, but their brain is filled with nothing but curiosity. They go ahead and play the tape. 

“Hey friends, I’m Amanda!” Amanda says, with her usual smile and wave.  

“And I’m Wooly!” Wooly beams, as usual.

“And today…” Amanda pulls out a piece of paper and stares at it for a while with a sad look on her face. “Today… we got a letter from one of our friends at home…” On further inspection, Riley notices that this letter looks very old. Even if it was a viewer-sent letter, it was sent a long time ago. “It’s from our friend Ruthie. Dear Amanda and Wooly, I have just moved to a new place and I’m going to be starting over at a brand new school. I won’t know anyone there. I’ve known my old friends all my life and I’m not sure how to make new ones, can you help me?” 

“Oh yeah, starting fresh in a new place can be scary.” Wooly laughs nervously. 

“Good thing we can’t go anywhere.” Amanda scoffs, rolling her eyes. 

“Amanda, this girl really needs our advice.” Wooly protests. 

“Wooly, this letter was sent over ten years ago, this girl probably doesn’t even go to school anymore!” Amanda shouts before quietly saying: “If she’s even… still alive…” Wooly becomes quiet as well. 

“How… do you make friends?” Wooly wonders out loud. 

“Huh?” 

“Well it’s just… you're the only friend I’ve had for… years.” 

“And it wasn’t really by choice.” Amanda adds. Wooly looks down at his feet and gently kicks a little piece of litter completely avoiding eye contact. “Alright Ruthie, we’re not the best people to ask on this topic but we can show you how it’s done! First, let’s head to the toy store!” 

“Why the toy store?” 

‘To look for a new friend, silly.” Amanda replies. “Can you tell me where that is?” Riley points to the store with a picture of a doll on it. “That’s right!” The tape changes to the store. Behind Amanda and Wooly is a shelf with three stuffed toys. 

“Oooh! What cute toys.” Wooly remarks. The tape glitches and suddenly all three have X’s for eyes. “Oh… haha.” 

“Which toy should be our new friend?” Amanda asks, “the doll, the dog, or the… dolphin… oh…” sadness suddenly hits her. For a split second Amanda’s face gets really close to the screen and we hear a distorted Amanda say “I’m… sorry Ruthie…” before the tape glitches back to normal. Riley selects the blue dog. 

“Gre-Great choice, friend.” Wooly says nervously. 

“Wooly, you be our dog friend and I’ll be Ruthie, got it?” 

“Okay!” 

“Hi I’m Ruthie, I just moved into town, wanna be friends?” Amanda says, grabbing the doll.

“Oh yes, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Wooly! I’d love to be friends!” Wooly beams. 

“Wooly! You can’t use your real name!” Amanda hisses. 

“Oh… right… um…” 

“What should we name our new puppy friend?” Amanda asks. This is it. The perfect opportunity to see how they’d react to the name Riley spotted in the credits last episode. So they type it in. William. Wooly’s eyes grow as big as saucers. 

“Hmm… William. I like it. Nice choice. Right Wooly? Um Wooly?” Amanda notices that Wooly is just staring at Riley in dead silence. “Wooly.” 

“Ah, right. What were we talking about?” 

“The puppy’s name, don’t you like it?” 

“What was his name again?” Wooly asks. Riley types in William again. “Oh… right. Yeah nice name…” 

“Okay… then…” Amanda utters, feeling a little weirded out, “Hi, I’m Ruthie, I just moved into town! Wanna be friends?” Wooly reminds quiet, completely spaced out. “Wooly? Wooly… Wooly!” Amanda says, starting to feel a little frustrated. 

“Yes? Right! Sorry… It’s nice to meet you… I’m… William…” he trails off again. He starts gripping the puppy tighter. 

“Hi, I’m Ruthie. I just moved into town. Wanna. Be. Friends?” Amanda repeats, growing impatient. 

“It’s nice to meet you… I’m… I’m… I’m…”

“Um… W-” 

“I’m… who am I again?” he asks, looking up at Amanda desperately. She wants to say, You’re Wooly. But deep down she knows that’s not what he’s asking. 

“You’re you.” she finally answers. “You’re… you.” but that’s not nearly enough to calm him down. The tape starts glitching… really bad. “That’s not good. How about we take some deep breaths-” Wooly glares at her. “Not helping, got it.” Amanda frantically looks around the room, but the truth is she simply has no clue what to do. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

“I don’t want to… I don’t wanna think about it… ever again… never again… I just wanna forget…” 

“Okay, then we can forget!” Amanda laughs nervously. 

“But I can’t forget… I can’t remember and I can’t forget. I hate this… I just hate it all!” Wooly’s demon form starts popping out. 

“Not good! Riley run!” Amanda shouts. But it’s already too late. The demon has already been summoned. Riley is already dead. 

Not me listening to a piano cover of “Kuninaru” while writing this. (The lyrics fit Amanda and Wooly so well!)

Anyway this fit was shorter, but that's because this is a bad ending fic *rubs hands together evilly* IDK WHY I LIKE WATCHING CHARACTERS WHO BOTTLE EVERYTHING UP FINALLY SNAP I'M SORRY AND ALSO NOT SORRY.

[hedgehog-university-au]

"Go to Sleep" means "I Love You"

Okay so I'm obsessed with platonic forms of affection and also the joke about "kissing the homies goodnight" but like in an literal platonic way, and also love having Vector fully take on the Dad role. And as a college student I know the struggle of staying up way too late and needed to be forced to go to bed. So this is a little silly thing I wrote for the boys.

Espio blinked back his weariness as he stared at his glowing laptop screen and labored over how to finish this sentence. Just three more paragraphs to go, and he'd be finish with the first draft of the paper. Then he could go back, make a few rounds of edits and proofread, and he could actually maybe submit it. It was so close.

He'd been sitting in the mostly dark lounge, lit only by his and Charmy's computer screens and a singular lamp, for the last few hours, trying to type this out. His writing speed had significantly decreased as the night dragged on. The quality of his writing might also be decreasing, but his eyes were getting blurry and he couldn't focus enough to re-read anything. He stared at the flashing text cursor at the end of the last word he'd written.

Charmy, the only other person in the lounge, laughed loudly at whatever brainrot video he was watching at this point. Espio glanced up at the noise, blinking again as his eyes tried to adjust away from the light of the computer screen. Charmy laughed again; a prolonged, unhinged set of snickers that indicated he was verging on loopy from being tired. He pulled out his earbuds. "Espio, you-- you gotta see--!" His voice was lost in his fit of snorting laughter.

Espio shook his head. "You already showed me five videos. I need to finish up this paper."

"You're so lame." Charmy pouted as he put one earbud back in. His disappointment quickly disappeared as he started laughing at his video once again.

The door to the lounge burst open, and Vector poked his head in. He was already dressed for bed in a t-shirt and boxers, his eyelids drooping as he glared at them. "Guys, it's 1 am. What're ya doing?"

Charmy attempted to suppress his loopy laughter, which only succeeded in making him laugh more. "Watch-- snort-- watching YouTube," he finally got out.

Espio scoffed, only half-glancing up from his laptop. "At least I'm actually studying."

Vector rolled his eyes. "You've been studyin' all day. You can rest a little too, ya know."

"I have to finish this paper."

"When is it due?"

Espio had enough decency to feel a bit embarrassed. "A week from now?"

"FOR FREAKING SAKE, GO TO SLEEP, ESPIO!"

"It's almost done. Just let me finish it and I'll go to bed." Or at least, go sit in his bed and get his reading done. Maybe then he'd be enough ahead he could feel justified to actually relax...

Charmy piped in, "Yeah, and I'm keeping him company, so I should get to stay up too!"

"More like distracting me," Espio muttered under his breath as he went back to his laptop. He felt a twinge of guilt as the words left his mouth. He didn't really mean it. But Charmy didn't even seem to notice.

"No, you need sleep," Vector told Charmy. "You get all hyper and grumpy when you're tired."

"I'm not tired at all!" Charmy complained. As if on cue, he yawned.

Vector yawned in response, then growled under his breath. "Nope," he groaned, walking towards them. "That's it. C'mon, ya little brats."

Suddenly Espio was being lifted off the couch. A flash of panic hit him, but Vector simply picked him up and flung him over his shoulder. Like he weighed nothing. He grabbed Charmy under his other arm and marched them down the hall.

Charmy protested the indignity loudly. Espio craned his neck to see what Vector was doing with them. Vector stopped at Charmy's room first, kicking the door open with no regard to quiet hours and legit throwing Charmy onto his bed. "SLEEP," Vector ordered, chucking his bee plushie at him. He stomped over and kissed Charmy's forehead, like he was a little kid. Then he wheeled around and carried Espio to his room.

He was tall enough that he barely even had to hoist Espio up to dump him in his loft bed. Vector flung a blanket onto him.

Then he pulled Espio over to the edge of the bed and planted a kiss on the top of Espio's head.

Ummmmm...

What-- what was that? Heat rose to Espio's face. With Charmy he'd thought it was a joke. He did act like a kid sometimes. But Espio hadn't thought...

"Now get to sleep, punk," Vector said. His voice, as always, was gruff and growly. But there was a hint of... affection. He shut the lights out and closed the door.

Espio curled up under the blanket. His mind buzzed. As far as he could remember, he'd never had a goodnight kiss. His parents were not... affectionate people. And he'd certainly never expected one from Vector, of all people.

But it had seemed so natural. Was that what most parents were like? Did they playfully put their kids to bed, with roughhousing and teasing? Did they give their kids goodnight kisses?

Did those kids know how lucky they were?

No, this whole thinking was ridiculous. Vector was his RA. Just his RA. Yeah, sometimes he called him "Father," and Vector would called him "Son," but that was a joke. Surely Vector was just doing the whole thing "for the bit."

But... Curled up on his bed, Espio felt warm. Complete. Like his whole life, some part of his routine had been missing. And Vector had just put in the missing piece. It was ridiculous. But despite himself, there was a smile on his face.

It was strange. There was such a distinct difference between being sent to bed by his parents and sent to bed by Vector. Vector was louder and gruffer and more grouchy than his parents. His parents never yelled at him to go to bed. They said it with the same cold monotone they said everything else in.

And yet, he felt more warmth when Vector called him a brat or a punk than when his parents called him by his name.

It felt like...

It felt like, when Vector said the words "go to bed," he really meant...

"I love ya, kid."

[yukieya]

A Nice Trip

You were at the aquarium trip with your schoolmates. The aquarium is exquisite and filled with vibrant, coloured plants and unique fishes.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Mysta and his friends near the jellyfishes section. Their expressions looked so relaxed, it felt like all their worries were going away.

You told your friends to go ahead as you went up to Mysta, greeting the man with a warm smile that he loves very much “ I see that you really like the jellyfishes, hm? “ You started the conversation.

Once your eyes landed on the said jellyfishes you felt your eyes softened following with your body relaxing itself.

He chuckled in response, “ Mmh, yeah.. I just felt sort of related to it like the way it looks and the way it moves itself in the water. “ He explained, looking at the jellyfishes swim across him.

“ ..Really? How so? “ You questioned, raising an eyebrow in curiosity “ ..How is it even related to you, Mysta? “

Mysta stayed quiet for a bit as his face forming a warm smile at you, “ ..I just explained it to you, silly. “ He said, caressing your soft locks. “ It’s also lacking brains like me. “ He giggled making you laugh along with him as well.

And then that leads to this, you two going around the aquarium viewing the different attractions and giving your comments on it, spotting the same jellyfish attraction where you met him again.

“ ..Hey, do you know about the jellyfish syndrome? “ Mysta suddenly spoke up, staring at you with a blank face but quickly wiped off with a reassuring smile.

You pouted as you playfully punch his arm which made him chuckle and wince, “ Don’t stare at me like that again, but no.. I don’t. “ You saw yourself in his pupil when he was staring for too long.

He hummed, looking away “ I’ll tell you, you see how beautiful these jellyfishes are? “ He said, eyeing the jellyfishes.

One of the jellyfishes he landed his eyes on floated over to him as if it knows what Mysta wants, “ .. You still don’t know? “ He asked as you shook your head.

“ ..Okay, how about this. “ He gestured you to come over to him and held up ten fingers lowering himself to your preferred height, “ ..Tell me how many members in Luxiem by names, Y/N. “

“ .. Luca, Shu.. Ike, Vox.. and– “ Your mind went blank after that, “ .. Who’s..– “ Your sentence was cut off by Ike’s voice “ Y/N? Y/N? .. Are you okay? “ His face was filled with worry with the other three boys behind him with a concerned expression.

Vox was first to speak up, “ You’ve been staring at those jellyfishes for quiet a while now.. what’s going on in your head darling? “ He asked with his arms wrapped around a certain fox plushie.

“ ..Right, It was five.. “ You mumbled, “ .. It was him again. “ You said, feeling your shoulder slump, feeling a reassuring arm around your shoulder " What is the jellyfish syndrome? " You eyed at Ike as he adjusted his glasses. " .. Hm, from what I understand.. It's often confused with depression. " He rested his eyes, clicking his fingers " In most cases, it appears when a person experiences something so big.. " He paused, " They are shocked and gradually withdraw. " Shu clicking his fingers aswell, " Not everyone has this syndrome.. It is quite rare. " He felt his eyebrows scrunching up in worry, " ..We've been studying it for decades but we still can't explain anything.. " Shu frowned, eyeing Vox from the corner of his eyes. " ..So there will be lots of questions such as why does it appear and have a strange connection with jellyfishes.. " He mumbled, feeling the corner of your lips droop " ..Why is Mysta related to it? " You asked as the boys look down as if they've done something guilty. " Because he was the first person to die from this syndrome. " Luca spoke up, " ..Is that why I've been seeing visions of Mysta? " You asked, making the blonde man nod. The whole atmosphere went dark as you stood silent in disbelief, feeling the arms wrapped around you " ..It'll be okay, we're sorry for not telling you. " Ike said with a reassuring caress on your arm " How about we go to the attraction Mysta likes, hm? " You sighed, staring at the four people in disbelief with a nod. " I better get something from this. " You gave them a soft smile as the group nodded in agreement and made their way to the jellyfish tunnel. As you and the group were in awe at the jellyfishes, a certain man with grey ash hair and aqua eyes complimenting his features was watching from the corner with a warm smile.

" Have a nice trip, take care of them for me. "

HIIII IM BACK!!

in honor of mysta’s graduation ANGST FANFIC WOOOOO n comfort !! 😭😭 tbh i had no idea what i was writing n js put it in this was not proofread whatsoever but i got the inspo from this tiktok!

i found the concept really interesting so i decided to write my own ver of it! 😭 i kept procrastinating w my writing so there will be grammatical errors and just boring writing but yeaa HAHAH i’ll try to fix up my writing skills hehe~

words ; 858

time taken ; an hour and a half!

[artsyacorn]

a little preview of my upcoming pinecest songfic

new blog hehe ,, posting pinecest art here but also here's a little sneak preview(?)??? of an upcoming ao3 fic im writing. just needa wait for ao3 to send me an invite for me to make a new account :) cant wait to post this but here's a short snippet!

prompt: mabel crashes out over catching her (now ex) boyfriend cheating on her with her sworn enemy. dipper comes in to comfort her. but they sorta had a thingity thang when they were sixteeennnnnnnnnnn nyeah... ok snippet ahead!

nsfw content warning. proceed with caution

🍂

Come on Mabel, think silly thoughts! Puffy stickers, rainbows, bleventeen SmileDips, the time when Ethan bought me– 

Ugh.

It was no use.

Her fingers clutched onto the sleeves of Dipper’s week old flannel she had stolen for warmth. Sure, it was stinky and rotting away on the carpet next to his bed on the other side of their shared room – but it was her only source of comfort for now. Tears streaked her cheeks, hot and relentless, spilling onto her trembling hands. The room that normally bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight beamed through the window, suddenly felt smaller tonight, as though it, too, mourned the pieces of her heart scattered in the wake of her breakup. 

She heard Dipper’s familiar footsteps in the hallway before the door creaked open. 

He didn’t speak at first—just leaned against the doorframe, his presence a steady counterweight to the storm inside her. An awkward atmosphere filled the air as the bright hallway light outside fills the dark room. 

"...Hey," he finally said, voice soft like a blanket on a cold night as he closes the door behind him. "You don’t have to do this alone, Mabes."

It was usual for Mabel to open up about her problems to her brother. No matter how long she decided to keep herself in sweater town when she was down, she was prone to come back to her brother for comfort by the end of the day. What’s not normal was the fact that she had been bedrotting for 16 hours straight without having lunch and dinner to the point their parents had to send Dipper up to frequently check on her wellbeing.

Instead, there was no response and each time he came to check on her, she buried herself even further into her acorn-knitted sweater. Although now that he had checked on her for the final time, he finds her out of that sweater and wrapped around in his week-old flannel.

“You skipped lunch and dinner, Mabel. You can’t keep going like this,” Dipper walks up to her bed and found himself a comfortable spot next to hers, his back also pressed against the cold wall as he grabbed a nearby plushie to place on his lap. “Come on. Let it all out. What did Ethan do this time?”

Mabel sniffled as she wipes her tear-stained puffy cheeks, “H-How did you know it was about Ethan? I never told Mom and D-Dad, or even you.”

Dipper smugly replied, “Sibling intuition,” He leans in to whisper, “So? What did he do to you?”

The older twin stayed silent before pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face into it. A muffled response followed, “It’s stupid, Dip.”

“Oh, come on, Mabel. Nothing is stupid,” He rubs her back gently, trying to provide her more comfort, “How am I supposed to help you get through this if you don’t tell me what’s going on?”

Another phase of silence filled the air. Dipper paused his suggestions for a moment to rethink what he was going to tell her next. If she wasn’t going to open up about Ethan on command, he would have to do it in the most Mabel-way possible to get her out of that zone.

“...Hey. Think silly thoughts. Remember that one time you glued macaroni to the dining room table because you thought it would make a great centerpiece?" Dipper urged, his tone teetering between teasing and desperate. He gets down from her bed and crouched infront of her, peering up into her tear-streaked face like they were kids again, desperate to pull her from the spiral of her thoughts. "Remember how Mom tried to be mad but ended up framing it as 'abstract art'? Maybe try treating Ethan like another silly memory too."

Mabel let out a small, watery laugh despite herself, the corners of her mouth trembling as they turned upward. The childhood memory tugged at her like the pull of a warm blanket, but the ache in her chest still lingered. "It’s not that simple, Dipper," she whispered, her voice barely above the rustle of the wind outside. "Ethan wasn’t just some silly mistake. He... he meant everything to me."

Dipper tilted his head, his expression softening. "I know," he said, his voice quieter now, the teasing gone. "But right now, you’ve got me, and I’ll stay here as long as it takes. Even if it means reminding you of every dumb thing we’ve ever done to keep you from spiraling. So please, tell me what’s going on, Mabel."

Mabel shook her head, the ghost of a bitter laugh slipping past her lips. "It’s not– I can’t–," she said, taking a deep breath as she finally relented. "He didn’t even care enough to lie. I caught them—him and that bleach-blonde Kelly—on his porch, like some ridiculous soap opera. And when I stood there, frozen like an idiot, he just… shrugged. Told me I just wasn’t as good as she was." 

Her voice cracked, the raw wound of it all still too fresh. "Like I wasn’t even worth an apology. Like I was just this—this obstacle in the way of his fun. Or maybe I was just another one of his little playthings."

Dipper’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides upon hearing the names mentioned. "That son of a bitch. And Kelly, of course, because why wouldn’t she take this as her big moment?" He huffed, pacing now, his frustration bleeding into the room like static. "You don’t need them, Mabe. Neither of them."

Dipper’s shared hatred with Mabel towards Kelly was well known ever since the twins enrolled into college and both became victims of her bullying. But Ethan? Dipper’s gut feeling always knew that there was something iffy about the guy. However, no matter how many times he’s warned his sister about men like Ethan, she just doesn’t listen.

Guess the gnome incident back in Gravity Falls wasn’t enough of a lesson for Mabel.

She sniffled, the betrayal a knot in her chest that wouldn’t loosen. "I know I don’t need them, Dippingsauce. I just... I thought he was different. I thought he cared about me the way I cared about him." Her voice dropped, barely audible. "But now I know that he had just used me as some sex buddy. How could I have been so stupid?"

Upon hearing what she had just shared, Dipper shifts about his position uncomfortably as vivid images of his sister doing… that started playing in his head.

Stop it, Dipper. That was 3 years ago. You guys promised to never do that again. It was a dumb decision.

Dipper clears his throat as he comes up with a response to distract his mind from the images before he accidentally gets a hard-on right in front of his dear sister who was sobbing her eyes out over some stupid cheating quarterback. "You’re not stupid, Mabel," he said firmly. "You’re trusting, and you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. That’s not a flaw, Mabel. That’s his loss. And Kelly? She’s just… desperate to hurt you because she knows she can never be you."

Mabel let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling around Dipper's as she looked down at him. Her eyes, still red and puffy, softened with gratitude. "Thanks, Dippington," she murmured. "For always being here. Even when I’m a mess."

He gave her hands a reassuring squeeze and shrugged, his lopsided grin breaking through the tension. "That’s the job, right? Twin duties and all that."

They both sat back on the bed, the springs creaking softly under their weight. The silence that settled over them was heavy but not unbearable—just awkward enough to make them both hyperaware of the space between them. Dipper leaned against the headboard, stretching his long legs out across the floor, while Mabel picked at a loose thread on the hem of his flannel.

Finally, she broke the quiet, her voice cutting through the stillness with an almost abrupt curiosity. "Dipper... have you ever been so in love that finding out your own partner finds sex with you meaningless just hurts you to the core?"

He blinked, startled by the suddenness of the personal question. He turned to her, his brow furrowing. "Where did that come from?"

She shrugged, her gaze fixed on her hands. "I don’t know. I guess I’m just wondering… if it feels this awful when it ends for everyone in a one-sided relationship. Or if it’s just me."

Dipper chooses his words carefully, trying to recall his previous highschool relationships without bringing up the fact that none of them ever really mattered. Not in the way Mabel seemed to think love should feel. Because the only emotionally-attached sex he had ever experienced was with… Mabel, 3 years ago.

Sure, he’d dated a few girls, had a couple of flings that burned fast and fizzled out even faster, but it was all surface-level. Nothing deep enough to leave a mark, let alone break his heart. But nothing could compare to the bitter pain in his chest when 16 year old Mabel told him that she wanted to stop doing what they were doing.

It was… stupid. But not that stupid. Of course it wasn’t normal. Of course it was taboo for siblings, especially twins, to be having sex on the daily together. But they were both young and curious about the opposite sex’s bodies and wanted a prior experience on sex before heading to college, for fear that they would both look stupid as virgins in bed.

No, they didn’t count it as technically losing their virginity. But it was true that they were both each other’s first times. In fact, Mabel was the one who suggested it first and Dipper just kind of… went along with it and he eventually grew addicted to the way his sister grinded upon his cock so well. His body was a canvas for her to explore new techniques she learnt and read up about – and he was all okay with that.

Just how the hell did Ethan not find sex with her amusing?

to be continued!!!! :p - acorn 🍂🐿️

[oharamwah]

going to build a bear workshop with miggy !

♡ — day out : taking miguel out to spoil him quickly turns into miguel spoiling you. → 0.9k

boyfriend!miguel x gn!reader

contents : just fluffy boyfriend miguel not knowing how to enjoy himself

posted july 28th - to be edited !

© oharamwah, please do not steal my work.

“ooh ooh, let’s go here!” you exclaim, dragging your boyfriend by the hand towards your favourite store — the build-a-bear workshop.

miguel knows very well that he could stop you from leashing him around the mall like you have the entire day, but he doesn’t. the excitement on your face prevents him from resisting.

“another toy store?” he groans, “i just bought you 5 plushy cats.”

“i won’t be too long, i’ll just look.” you say glancing over your shoulder.

he looks at you with a sweet smile. he really does enjoy being out with you, it’s such a contrast to being cooped up in his office all day.

“besides, this store’s special.”

the two of you prance in (though it’s mainly you doing the prancing) and you immediately let go of his hand, too excited to even think. you feel like a child in those commercial candy stores — all the bright colours and joyful music makes your heart beat out of your chest. you’re elated to be here, gasping every time you turn your head.

miguel recognizes this, and any underlying annoyance in his heart is replaced with pure love. the sight of you and your inner child heals a certain part of his heart, and all he can think is ‘how could anyone not love this?’

“look!” you squeal, holding up a black cat toy, squeezing it right in front of his face.

miguel caresses the back of your head, his hand leading down to your waist. “another cat?”

“but loooook,” you whine, “it has your teeth!”

miguel was too busy looking at you to process the toy you were holding. the teeth really did resemble his fangs.

miguel rolls his eyes, “very funny, babe.”

“i want this one.”

he sighs, “you’re serious?”

you nod enthusiastically.

“but you barely looked at the other options.”

“but this one reminds me of you!”

miguel chuckles, “i guess i can’t argue with that.”

you spend an entire half hour wandering the store and picking out accessories, miguel trailing behind you with a basket full of baby sized clothes.

miguel starts to think that maybe this isn’t so bad — he’s grown fond of this shop, mainly because it’s almost like a window into your future together, having your own children and all. he feels so fond of the moments you’re spending in a kid’s store.

##

by the time you reach the stuffing stage, miguel’s hands are full. you’ve picked out a multitude of cute clothing, hats, and silly glasses for the cat. ‘this can’t be that expensive can it?’ he thinks.

“hi there,” the worker greets you with a smile.

“hello!” you cheer, and miguel just smiles.

“i’d like to stuff this one, please.” you hand her the cat toy.

“sure thing, hun.”

the two of you watch as the lady stuffs the cat with the stuffing machine. you’re hand is firmly squeezing miguel’s forearm, smiling as if watching your actual child being made. miguel laughs.

“did they have to use the most phallic machine to stuff these things..” he mutters and you slap his arm. “miggy.” you scold, laughing with him.

the lady finishes up and gestures you to come closer.

“here, sweetie, now pick out a heart.”

you let go of miguel’s arm and look at the small basket full of red and pink stuffed hearts, a small gasp escaping your mouth.

“can i pick two?” you ask. the lady glances at you, then at miguel, and then grins.

“of course, go ahead.”

you step toward miguel and grab his hand, bringing him over to the heart basket. “here miggy, pick one.” you say. he follows your orders with a small smile on his face.

miguel takes a second before picking up a small red heart and handing it to you.

“no no, you have to kiss it first.” you explain.

“kiss it?”

“uh huh,” you say, kissing the heart you picked out, “like that.”

miguel scoffs, ‘i can’t believe i’m doing this.’ he thinks. but does he do it? of course he does.

he presses the heart to his lips, his eyes locked on yours, then he smiles at you. “like that?”

you nod. miguel hands you the heart and you place both hearts inside the cat. the lady begins to seal it.

miguel can’t take his eyes off of you. he’s got this terribly smitten look on his face; his gaze is so soft and his cheeks are starting to ache from smiling at you all day.

the worker finishes up the cat and hands it to you, guiding you to the birth certificate station.

you find a seat on the child-sized chairs and begin typing out the certificate, and miguel who is too big for the chairs is kneeling right beside you.

“what are you gonna name it, angel?” he asks, his chin rested on his hand, that same lovely look in his eyes.

you think, then you realize,

“awww, angel would be perfect. or princess miguel?”

he looks unimpressed, “your options are angel and princess miguel?”

“mhm, but i like princess miguel better.” you nod, already halfway through typing it out. all miguel can do is sigh and shake his head.

now all that’s left for you to do is pay.

you already had your wallet out and ready to sacrifice a fraction of your recent pay check, but miguel refuses.

“i got it, sweetheart.” he says, slightly egotistical. but all colour washes from his face the cash register reads $104.

“you still got it?” you ask, and miguel looks at you, then closes his eyes before tapping his card.

##

miguel spends the rest of your trip at the mall a little poutier than usual, but the delighted smile on your face as you cuddled “princess miguel” close to your chest was all he needed to know that any price is worth paying for his favourite person.

a/n : thank u anon for this absolutely adorable request, i rly enjoyed writing it !!! ♡ and once again, if there are any issues with the gendering or racial descriptions (though i try to avoid those) pls let me know ! hope u guys likeeee

[c0kitty]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 .... 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 w/ bakugo katsuki x f!reader               « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄                            

summary:  going to an arcade with katsuki, cuteness ensues. (⛦) content:  nothing but fluff! kissing. needed to write something cute. reader does not like basketball. (⛦) w/c: 500+

⛦ ── it's mid-summer and you had the brilliant idea to go to an arcade, dragging you're delightful boyfriend, katsuki, with many protests comin' from him.

you did call your best friends first, but they all seemed pretty busy, either with summer school or forced trips with their families.

so of course, you turned to your boyfriend, the second option. (though don't tell bakugo that.)

⛦ ── the first game you guys played was, obviously, the plushie claw machine. which katsuki rolled his wine-red eyes to, saying they were all scams. but still, he put his money into the machine to let you play.

"why do i spoil you so much?" he complains.

with more tries you could count on your hand, you couldn't get any; katsuki grabs your waist to move you out of the way, grumbling that you were doing it all wrong. you'd watch leaning at his side, observing him as he collected the huge white bunny in the stack.

your brown-lined lips smile, as he gives you the bunny, the one that always made katsuki's heart go erratic.

⛦ ─�� one thing was, katsuki wasn't really competitive with you, not because he thought you would lose but because he'd always give in to your pretty pout. so you had to sort of bully him to play the two-player zombie game. when you won, 300 hundred points ahead (he definitely didn't lose on purpose), you'd start bragging in his face about how you were the best, playfully (kinda not).

a laugh would bubble in katsuki’s chest, watching your antics, "next game, i’ll definitely beat you princess."

⛦ ── katsuki is definitely the one who makes most of the points on the game card, mostly from him going to that basketball game whilst you did the other games.

you did try to keep up with him with the basketball game but honestly, after one toss you kinda just got bored.

expectin' this katsuki hands you the game card before you could even turn to him.

you would, of course, be the one spending the points at the prize counter.

⛦ ── katsuki's glare, when people push into you, was intense, telling them to watch the fuck out. they would turn around not noticing, but quickly saying sorry once they saw his build that towered over them.

he was like a cuddly guard dog of some sort.

⛦ ── your last thing you wanted to do at the arcade was go to the photo booth. pickin' a cute filter, your guys' first pose was a silly one, which katsuki denied doing, so you just did bunny ears in the back of his head, without him noticing.

the next pose was a heart that katsuki reluctantly agreed to, your whine ranging out saying how this pose was crucial to your guy's relationship.

it was time for your last pose, the timer on the booth started to count down. you rack your brain, but before you can think of anything, katsuki quickly turns your chin into his face. your eyes flicking to his, you feel his lips gently press into yours ──

the kiss deepening even after the flash sound effect rings out.