#i got the fever for THE BABIES

[startsfires]

𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘈 & 𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘈𝘚 𝘧𝘵. @m0nstrousneeds

[jellinuy]

౨ৎ incl. husband! higuruma + lots of fluff!!

he thinks for a second that he may be dreaming.

it’s possible. he could still be at work, hunched over asleep at his desk, the ache in his back and his neck keeping him on the border betweeen actual rest and a quick but uncomfortable nap. but he pinches himself and warrants a faint sting, so he’s definitely awake.

now confirmed that this is real, nerves set in quick, spreading like wildfire throughout his body and rendering him near-immobile and — for the first time since he can remember — scared. he's genuinely scared. hiromi approaches his wife’s hospital bed like he's a bull and you’re made of porcelain, completely disregarding his mussed tie and the gentle beading of sweat on his forehead.

he looks down at you with the most loving eyes, stubborn traces of fear and uncertainty lingering in them, swirled into his dark pupils like creamer in black coffee. he’s so in love, but so afraid.

against his wife’s chest is their crying daughter. his baby girl.

“look who it is!” you mutter happily, tired lines seeping into the smile hiromi so adores as you swirl the small tufts of hair on top of your baby’s head between gentle fingers. “look, d/n, it’s daddy.” you gesture him closer to the bed, a faint giggle on your lips. “she’s not gonna bite you.”

“are you sure i can hold her?” he doesn't know what to do with something so tiny. something so loud. he rushed here with the sole intention of seeing his wife. he watched you give birth, and he told himself he was ready, but now that it’s happened, he’s terrified. when you nod with that familiar warmth in your face, he leans down to kiss your forehead, then your cheek. then he worries, “what if i drop her on accident?”

you smile at his unease, trying to hand him the baby. “just make sure her head is supported; you won’t drop her.”

after a second, he reaches his arms out for the newborn, and the minute they make contact, he swears all the stress leaves his body. he feels connected to her forever from this point on, an invisible tether rooted deep in their hearts and wrapping around one another. he holds the tiny head of his daughter in his palm — “she’s so small,” you hear him mumble and watch his eyebrows elevate when he discovers that her entire head fits in his hand — and cradles the rest of her in the crook of his elbow, tucking his other arm under her for good measure. you smile despite the fatigue, your heart melting into goo at the sight of your little family, complete. there’s a sticky sweetness about it, a content air to watching them: like nurturing a flower garden and watching it bloom.

“heyyy… hey, d/n,” he mumbles, trying to rock the fussing baby in his arms, the sound of her crying and the sight of her scrunched-up face already breaking his heart. “it’s daddy.” god, did that taste so sweet on his tongue. “daddy’s here… shh. don’t cry, princess, ‘m here.”

higuruma’s pulse thrums in his ears, watching the baby’s gum-mouthed cries turn to whimpers, then soft little coos as big black eyes meet the matching set of his own, and immediately he makes it his duty to thumb her tears away.

he loves her.

“hi, my baby,” your husband whispers, nuzzling into her soft, supple cheeks with his large nose to kiss her, his heart swelling so big he was afraid it would pop out of him when her hands patted at his face, exploring the soft skin of his jaw and the apples of his own cheeks while her legs kicked (giving him a slight heart attack, thinking she’d wriggle out of his arms and onto the floor somehow) curiously. you notice (and smile) when his eyes so obviously gloss over with tears at the surrealism of the moment — that this was his daughter. this was the living, breathing, essence of him and his wife’s love.

the spring in which he’d married you was the same spring that he began to see the little things for what they were. higuruma had always had a sort of fast pace about him.

but now he hopes time will slow down, stretch like the thick pour of molasses. he wants to milk this life for all it's worth.

[kikker-oma]

THE CHAIN WITH A CHILD

I REPEAT- THE CHAIN WITH A CHILD

[reaping-the-benefits]

Price is the kind of guy who unintentionally has a big family (can't keep his hands off you)

Soap is the kind of guy who intentionally has a big family (also can't keep his hands off you but this time it's with intent!)

[chio-chan2artbox]

The fever made Heinz overly affectionate

[c0olblue]

So heres the first batch of “I draw 1 hinata until his bday” eeeenjoy!

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[itsrainingbubbles]

Law insists he doesn't want kids and he stands by it, he's never wanted kids and never will

At least he thought he'd never want kids but that was before he saw Luffy playing with toddlers at the playground

And as Luffy played along in their games all law could think about is how good Luffy was with kids and how good he looks with them

Suddenly all law can think of is Luffy carrying around their kid and law is desperately trying to remember all the reasons he never wanted kids in the first place but he just can't shake the image of luffy laughing with the kids at the playground

[snoodlebooper]

fuck it- i saw another artist post their fankid design and that reminded me that i havent posted any artwork of mine. so here!

i drew these a long time ago. shes my baby and i love her so much!!! her name is honey pillar and shes a little ball of fuzzy sunshine!!

((but now that i updated my character i feel like she needs a little update herself.... coming soon ig??))

[puppyeared]

"idk i think thats smth parents should tell their kids :/" motherfucker you cant even teach your kids to cough into their elbows anymore

[captainmartin20]

[justc2world]

I can give him one 🥹👨‍🍼

[hakusins]

cw // tattoos, slight nudity

timeskip! whitney x eri (pc)

i need to make whitney a dad ;;w;;;

reference used for the art under the cut!

(unfortunately i've lost the source for the ref pic, so if anyone can be so kind as to link i'll add the link to the post!)

[messyvanity92]

Law X pregnant reader

Getting ready for the baby on the way!!!! (planned pregnancy/ established relationship, i imagined y/n and law to be like late 20s-early 30s/overall fluff, canon-ish, afab reader)

You and Law been trying for a baby for sometime

Even when you two plan it, he is still shocked

Wants to know how you are feeling about it

Even if you tell him it is okay, he’ll ask for permission to touch your belly

Might be a weekly or biweekly think to check up on you and you emotionally

You sometimes catch him reading a parenting book

The crew notices that he seems a bit more quiet than normal

(he is just thinking about how he is actually going to be a father)

Gives you small snacks and drinks

Makes mental notes of cravings and food aversions  

He insist on Lifting things for you even if it isn’t heavy 

Carries you to your shared room when your legs and feet hurt

Kisses your forehead and temple a lot esp while carrying you

Lots of hugs from behind, reinsures you about yourself 

Even if it is nowhere close to the due date (maybe during the 2nd trimester), he has bags pack for during labor and after

“Just in case” he says

He says the same as he starts baby proofing your shared quarters 

Takes lots of pictures for memories 

Lets you pick out the clothes, nursery theme, decor and toys

(he is head over heels for you, finding it adorable that you get so mushy over the little things for the baby)

Gives you massages to ease some pain or relieve tension

Throughout the nine months, he feels like his heart is about to explode with how much he loves you

Each one of your smiles, makes his heart melt

[redrobin-detective]

or not all of me will die The demon had seen many contracts end. He was used to running, to blubbering tears, to begging, bribery and violence. Never before did he have a master who was so ready to die. Never before did he have to wonder if he himself was ready for it to end. The fated end of the contract has come and both master and demon reckon with their choices and the roles they must play.

Helllllllllo Kuro fans, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me! Well joke's on you. I had a horrifying vision while running that became this fic and I'm inflicting the sads on you too.

You don't need to read ad perpetuam memoriam to get it but I think it helps add context

[thebetterrobin]

You give more disgruntled uncle vibes then dad vibes

That’s fair