#my entire bed would be filled with these plushies

[sleepybeaaans]

the designs of these plushies are just… immaculate. they even got the essences of the boys showing through the plushies. 🥺

[utahimeow]

cw — reader and gojo have a daughter, established marriage, gojo is sad but reader comforts him

satoru gojo is not a man of many fears. heights, spiders, needles, death—fearing these is alien to a man who’s looked death itself in the eye and refused to let it touch him. however the words that his five-almost-six year-old daughter just uttered send shivers down his spine.

he’s frozen, eyes wide, face pale. he thinks his lungs stop working and his heart stops beating.

big, blue eyes round as a bug’s stare up at him, oblivious to the implications of it all.

the sentence echoes in his head like a taunt. he thinks he’ll hear it in his nightmares tonight.

then, her little hand as she tugs on his pant leg yanks him back to reality.

“daddy, i said my tooth fell out!”

satoru gulps, gaze falling to the crumb of bone in her hand, then to the tiny gap that’s now in the front of her mouth.

he didn’t think it would happen so soon.

you’re home from work not long later and the girl rushes to greet you at the door, screeching with delight to announce the loss of her tooth to you.

you’re gasping dramatically, gathering her up in your arms as she gives you a gummy smile so wide her eyes scrunch shut. staring at her is like looking in a mirror, a perpetually perfect reflection of you and your love combined into one small being.

“it didn’t hurt, did it?” you ask her.

“nope! i didn’t even cry,” she tells you, beaming with pride.

“oh, how brave you are,” you tell her, kissing her soft cheeks, grinning as her giggles bubble throughout the entire foyer.

she wriggles out of your grasp and then she’s off again, bounding back upstairs to her room to the pile of plushies upon her bed so she can continue to brew up tales and backstories for each of them. now that both her mother and father have heard her big news, she’s satisfied enough for it to no longer need to be on her mind.

you’re not surprised to find satoru in the kitchen, rummaging through the snack cupboard. you are surprised at the fact that he doesn’t turn to greet you like he always does. with a pout, you stride over to his towering frame and snake your arms around his slender waist, pressing yourself flush to him.

“hi, lover,” you hum.

in your embrace, satoru becomes lighter. the tension in his hard muscles lifts, his shoulders dropping, his back shedding the weight of the world.

“hi, pretty,” he replies, uncharacteristically quiet, yet somehow his voice still drips with affection for you.

“what’s the matter?” you ask him. you’re well aware of your husband’s melodramatic nature, and it’s because of that that you don’t find yourself worrying over his state of despair. still, you’re rather filled with a curiosity—what minuscule nonsensical issue has him down today? did they discontinue his favourite kitkat flavour?

hands migrating up his torso and finding his chest, you squeeze your fingers into the fat of his pectorals. in the blink of an eye, satoru is facing you and his cold hands have grabbed hold of your wrists. he grins down at you softly, amused by your antics as always, but you blink again and his face drops, growing almost grave.

“talk to me,” you urge, prying. his soft grasp leaves your wrists, moving to envelop your hands which drown in his. he brings them to his lips, kissing at your fingertips, making your heart beat in your ears and your face grow hot. it’s strange to think he once shrivelled away from your affection, convinced he was not worthy of it.

“how was work?” he asks.

“fine. good. same as always,” you tell him. “but you’re avoiding my question. and your feelings.”

he shakes his head, a child through and through. “tell me about your day.”

“satoru,” you say, stern, and it feels like you’re scolding your daughter for not listening to you. “i hate it when you’re… off like this.”

his eyes pierce through yours then, filled with unspoken apology. then, he exhales, long and hard, a sigh that’s heavy with weariness. for you, he’s learned to surrender.

“our daughter losing her tooth today made me realise that she’s getting older and i can’t stop it,” he admits.

you sigh along with him, half relieved that your conscience had been right in believing that it wasn’t anything serious. well, in the sense that no one had died. the rest of you knows he’s not being irrational. since becoming a father, and even before that, when having children was just a distant fantasy for him, an anxiety had lived inside of him. an anxiety of fucking up, of being inherently unsuited to fatherhood, of the idea that she may suffer the consequences of him being her father.

and now, a new anxiety sprouts.

“true, but we get to watch her grow, satoru. don’t you think that’s amazing?”

he stays silent, mouth forming an absentminded pout.

“i just keep thinking about when she was a baby… how tiny she was, how she would waddle around, and drool on my chest. soon she won’t be my little girl anymore, you know?”

“satoru,” you say firmly. your hands curl around the back of his neck, scratching at the snowy hairs of his undercut. “she’ll always be your little girl. i know that because she’s your whole world, and you’re hers. she may never be that little baby again, but she’ll never be as little as she is now either, so love and cherish her now instead of moping about the inevitable passage of time.”

satoru smiles a dopey smile at you, the same one his daughter has.

“i’m so glad i married you,” he says. his hands are warm now as they settle on your lower back, dipping down, down, down.

you roll your eyes at him, opening your mouth to reply with something witty, but he beats you to it.

“i’m being serious now, baby. you always know what to say when i’m being stupid.”

“when you’re being overdramatic, you mean,” you say, grinning playfully.

“hey, it just shows that i care, doesn’t it?”

you pull him down to your face by his neck and kiss him, moulding your lips against his, tender and warm and home. it’s not just his thoughts that melt away when he kisses you, it’s his entire head, until all that’s left is a man with nothing but his wife on his mind, heart beating for no reason other than to keep him alive so that he can keep thinking about you.

briefly, you pull away, in spite of how he chases your lips with his, because he could kiss you until the end of time and you could do the very same, but there’s something weighing on your mind suddenly.

“if you want a second baby i can make that happen, by the way,” you tell him, your hips pressing against his.

“oh, now you want another one? but every time i ask for one i get an earful? heh,” he says, quirking a brow, but unfortunately for him he’s hard in his pants in an instant.

“yeah, but now i feel bad for you.”

“babe, i don’t want a kid out of pity!”

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Love and deepspace hcs!☆

Characters: Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne

C/w: none! Fluffy head canons for the main love interests in game!

A/n: hi guys! It’s been quite a long time :) i hope everyone has been doing well! Recently I’ve been obsessed with this game, the graphics and art is so good..hope you all enjoy!

Rafayel;

Apart from being sassy, deep down Rafayel loves your company. You’re the only one who stands him, despite his “bratty humor”, and more so how he wants to be your center of attention 100% of the time

Rafayel adores aquarium dates, or ones that involve his art, like an art exhibit that he meticulously prepared with his entire being. He thinks you’re cute whenever you point at one of his paintings; the same one that he dedicated for you

The only thing he expects from you the most is your time and dedication like said before, although, he loves it when you buy him things like fruits or ocean-themed plushies (even if he doesn’t admit to having 5 plushies on his bed)

Rafayel will definitely tease you by saying he didn’t get you anything when he’s not even trying to hide the jewelry box behind his back. Which in fact, is filled with family heirlooms and things like jellyfish inspired earrings or a whale bracelet..he intends in marrying you one day so it means a lot to him how you accept it!

Has the most exclusive nicknames for you, like his flower, the shine of his eyes, his ocean pearl..they’re mostly related sea terms but nothing out of the ordinary.

Xavier;

Always has a spare set of pijamas whenever you come over to stay during the night. Sometimes, he’ll match with you while in others, Xavier wears little clothing if it’s a hot summer night

His favorite type of dates is going to the observatory during a cold night, especially if he gets to share a blanket under the stars with you

Xavier is more of a simple guy, he doesn’t like over the top expensive gifts and would prefer things like flowers, a new bedsheet set, plushies…

However, when it comes to gift you things, Xavier would do anything (even if it was impossible to do so) like bringing down a star from the night sky for you. He opts in giving you a star/sun necklace that matched with his moon one

Xavier isn’t used to calling you his, although it’s cute whenever he gets shy, holding your hand while walking under the stars whenever he gets the chance to do so. But his favorite nickname is “his star”

Zayne;

Even with his busy schedule, Zayne makes time for you, or invites you to spend lunch with him. After all, he was pleased to see you smile while interacting with the restaurant’s cat.

He loves outdoor dates since he’s cooped up in an office most of his time, although Zayne wouldn’t mind inviting you to a restaurant or going to an arcade during the afternoon

Zayne loves to give you jewelry, simple things like charms for your bracelet or rings that end up matching with his and he will never ask for anything back. He actually dislikes seeing you spend money for him, after all, he wouldn’t hesitate to spoil his beloved

Even if he hates it when you spend money on him, Zayne is fond of flowers and keeps some in his home. You also buy him a phone case with a small cat design because his phone is in need of one.

Loves calling you his beloved, even more behind closed doors. Nicknames like my love, dearest, darling are his favorites for you

[jadedxhearts]

𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

Law finds himself craving your touch, slowly becoming desperate for you. His issue though? He’s a virgin.

Warnings: smut, fem reader, loss of virginity. Also keep in mind I’m even more of a virgin than Law so I hope I wrote this a little realistically.

Originally posted on March 22nd, 2023

repost from my main @jadedrrose as a part of my most popular fics event.

Late in the evening, with only a dim light to illuminate his work space, Law sat at his desk, desperately trying to focus on his work; a task that was proving to be more difficult by the minute.

He’d been doing some research since dinner time, and at first the hours flew by with nothing to distract him. But then you stopped by, gently opening the metal door to his office and peeking your head in, smiling at him lovingly. “Law? You gonna be done soon?”

Law shrugged, trying not to directly make eye contact with you. Tonight (really, for the last few days) he’d been feeling rather nervous around you, and every time he looked at you and heard your soft voice he’d feel a blush rise to his cheeks. “Hopefully,” he muttered as a final response.

A pout spread across your face, “okay… I’ll be waiting in bed, then.” 

When you finally left and he heard the door lock back in place, Law let out a heavy breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding in. 

Deep down, Law knew what he was feeling. It was hard for him to admit it, even to himself. That, let alone his relationship with you, was all new to him. You’d been the first person to smile at him with pure love in your eyes, the first person he’d truly opened up to. With the many months that had gone by since he finally gave in and asked you out, he’d grown used to this whole “love” thing. 

But this new feeling was something he wasn’t used to, and he wasn’t sure if he could be used to it… 

It started a couple nights ago when it had been extremely hot during the evening. Law had taken his hoodie off, opting to walk around shirtless due to the excess heat. It was a natural solution when fans did nothing. But he didn’t expect what you’d done to cool off. 

When he returned to his room to try and sleep, he found you, awake on the bed. Not that this was unusual; but he was shocked to find you stripped down to a lace bra and panty set, laying with all the blankets kicked off the bed. It was clearly due to the heat, of course; but Law felt a bit differently upon seeing you.

You’d perked your head up when he stepped inside, and called his name for what felt like hours as he stood there completely stunned. It was only when you’d approached him that he snapped out of the daze, only to be placed in another one.

You had put your soft hands on him, holding his head between them. With the close proximity from that, you were chest to chest with him. Law recalled feeling like he was about to explode when you’d leaned up to kiss him, pushing your nearly bare breasts into his exposed, tattooed chest. 

Ever since then, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind. The image of your plushy breasts squished against him, the way the lace of your bra was nearly see-through, giving him a nearly clear image of them fully exposed. 

To make matters worse, Law noticed the aching between his legs, the way his jeans suddenly felt a bit too constricting. He’d never felt such desire, forgetting entirely about his work as he wondered what you’d feel like around him, what noises you’d make; his mind kept jumping to many different scenarios of what it would be like to do it with you, embarrassing himself as he couldn’t control the thoughts. But, he really had no clue of what to expect, so it was actually a bit hard for him to imagine it. 

The thought finally filled his mind; you made him feel good. So he needed to make you feel good in return. Only… he needed to learn how.

Cursing at himself for being a fool, Law stalked down to the library to find autonomy books. He felt horrified at himself, like he was acting perverted as he tried to wrap his mind around how female bodies worked when it came to sex. Just the drawing of a diagram was making him even more nervous.

‘I can’t hurt her, so it’s not wrong for me to be looking at this…’

Law had a hard time convincing himself of that, though. After another moment, the ache of his hardened cock became too much for him to handle, so he clenched his eyes shut and slammed the book closed.

“Shit,” he cursed, shoving it back into the deepest corner of the bookcase, hidden away from his sight. ‘You’re such a fucking creep… she’s gonna laugh at you for doing this…’

—

You’d been laying in bed, just as you’d told Law earlier. You had some random book you’d found in the library, reading it and trying to keep yourself awake until Law came to bed; which had actually been kind of hard as the book’s plot simply sucked to you, boring you to the point of wanting to sleep instead. 

It hadn’t been that long since you’d checked in on him. Knowing Law, you probably had another good hour or so before he’d join you. Perhaps you should just give up and go to sleep…

But to your surprise, the metal door to the room swung open and your boyfriend stumbled into his room, face red and almost sweaty as he tore his hat off, revealing a mop of messy black hair. 

“Law? Are you okay?” You asked, surprise evident in your tone.

He wasn’t facing you, but from the way his back seemed so tense, you knew something was bothering him; if the way he rushed into the room wasn’t a dead giveaway.

With a few huffs, Law finally breathed in deeply and exhaled, opening his mouth to speak. 

But… how was he supposed to explain himself? 

“Law,” you called again, “what’s up, baby? It’s rather early for you to be-“

“Y/n-ya… I need… your help,” he sighed.

“Help?” You raised an eyebrow,  confused. “With what?”

“Um,” he stuttered, trying to find the right words. But no matter what he thought of, everything sounded too awkward and made him inwardly cringe at himself. 

But to his horror, he saw you get out of bed from the corner of his eye as you started walking over to him. If you even saw his front side… it would all be over. You’d know.

Feeling your hand on his shoulder, he tensed up further, biting onto his lower lip.

“Law, just tell me what it is,” you pleaded, “I won’t judge.”

He so badly wanted to tell you, but he just didn’t know how. Law knew it was a natural thing to feel, and yet he was so embarrassed about it. But then your other hand grabbed his other arm, and began tugging on him so that he’d face you. After that, he figured you’d just be able to figure it out on your own.

When he was fully turned toward you, you looked him over, concern written in your eyes. “Law, baby, it’s oka-“ your eyes widened for a second, and you desperately tried to hide the shock on your face. But your cheeks grew warm, and you felt terrible because you knew how embarrassed he already was…

“I- I didn’t know how to-“ he stammered, face burning with shame as he tried to look everywhere but at you.

“Um…” you squeaked out, trying to regain your composure. “Do you… need help with that?” 

Law could only nod, fearing he’d make everything worse if he tried speaking again.

You let out a breath and took his hand, leading him to the bed the two of you had been sharing for a few months now. Whereas that never bothered him or seemed suspicious to him before, Law felt like it was completely different now.

You sat him down at the edge, fingers playing with the fabric of his hoodie. “Do you want me to take it off?” You offered.

Law awkwardly nodded, his tattooed hands gripping at the sheets beneath him. And you hadn’t even done anything yet. The simple thought of you undressing him had him burning up on the inside.

Pulling his hoodie over his head and off his arms was probably going to be the easiest part. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times before, so that wasn’t a shock to either of you. But it felt much more intimate now.

“Then I guess… um,” you began to pull off the t-shirt you’d worn to bed, only to be stopped by Law, his hand lunging to grab your wrist before he stared with wide eyes, realizing he looked like an idiot. But he had to explain himself now.

“I… want to… do it,” he shyly said, his head hanging low, not wanting you to see how incredibly red his face was. But you knew by the way the tips of his ears flushed.

“Okay,” you said, letting go of your shirt and letting Law take over. 

With shaking hands, he tugged on the fabric and slowly slipped it over your shoulders and off of you, awkwardly tossing the shirt to the side once it was off. 

Underneath was the same lace bra from a few nights ago. Law felt his breath shuddering as he looked over your form, completely frozen now. You were so beautiful that you could have anyone you wanted to, and yet here you were with the biggest virgin in the entire ocean.

“So then… I guess my shorts are next,” you bit your lip, nervously anticipating feeling Law’s hands on you again.

Feeling like he was going to die from a mix of nervousness and embarrassment, Law pulled at the strings and untied the knot that kept the shorts pulled up on you. They hung loose for a second before he started sliding them down your legs, and Law’s face was somehow burning even more than it had been before.

He knew what was next; his jeans. But despite already getting so far, Law was terrified for you to see him so vulnerable. How would you react? He knew you weren’t the most experienced person either, but you at least knew some things… 

“You’re gonna have to stand up… I can’t get them off with you sitting,” you told him.

“…right,” Law stood up from the bed, arms hanging at his sides, waiting for you to undress him. His heart beat louder and faster than it ever had before as you reached for his pants.

You carefully unbuttoned his jeans, sliding the zipper all the way down before removing the clothing from him, leaving Law in only his undergarments now. 

But that didn’t really do him much justice, as you could now fully see how hard he was through the thin fabric. He felt so pathetic, all because of your gaze and touch.

Looking him over, you tossed Law’s jeans to the side before climbing onto the bed. “I-I can go first, if you want,” you offered with a nervous stutter to your tone.

“Yeah, if you’re comfortable,” Law mumbled, looking away from you. 

He still felt like a creep now, even with you consenting. But you were simply gorgeous, and Law found himself fighting to control his thoughts, feeling like he was going feral over what you’d do to him tonight.

Nodding, you pushed the pillows up so you could sit up against them, leaning your back into them and folding your legs up so your knees met, keeping your feet on the bed.

“Law, um… I have to tell you something,” you suddenly spoke, looking away from him. 

Law stared worriedly, afraid you’d say something about how weird he was. That a virgin like him didn’t deserve to please you.

“I… I’ve never done this before. S-so, please be, um… gentle,” you whispered. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, Law felt better knowing you wouldn’t be judging him for being so shy and awkward. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, leaning over you to kiss your flushed cheek, “tell me to stop if you don’t wanna keep going at any point, okay?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, slowly moving your legs apart to reveal your still covered pussy to him.

Law found himself unsure of what to do next, though. All he could do was stare at it, wondering if he was supposed to take your panties off or if you’d do it for him.

“You can… take them off,” you instructed, crossing your arms in an almost defensive way, just barely covering your mouth with your right hand.

After taking a moment to work up the courage he needed, Law hooked his tattooed fingers underneath the lace on each side of your hips, pulling the fabric away from you, inching them down your legs as you lightly gasped from the cool air suddenly on your lower regions.

You raised your feet to let Law pull your panties off, but ended up crossing your legs again as he fully removed the clothing. Law looked down at you, thinking how the way you blushed was rather cute.

“Y/n, we can’t both be shy… we’ll get nothing done,” he muttered, placing tattooed hands on your soft thighs. Law wasn’t even sure where he found the small strike of confidence, as he gently pushed your legs apart.

Feeling scared, you watched his every move and paid close attention to Law’s face as he examined you. You had to keep reminding yourself that he was a doctor, so he’d probably be less likely to hurt you… right? He’d understand your body better than any other man.

“You’re so… pretty,” Law bashfully admitted, moving his right hand away from your thigh to run a finger along your folds.

You squirmed at the contact, feeling like an embarrassed mess from the touch of his finger and the praise.

With his index and middle finger, Law pushed your folds apart and looked over your fully exposed cunt. “If it helps… I at least tried to study female autonomy, so,” Law just barely dipped his two fingers into you, swiping up your wetness. “I know it needs to be really wet before I… you know…”

You nodded, gasping every time his fingers moved. Until he suddenly rolled them over your bundle of nerves, and you unintentionally let out a soft moan. 

Law froze for the millionth time at the sound of your sudden vocalization, looking up to your face to make sure it was a noise of pleasure. 

“Do th-that again,” you whined, biting down hard into your lip. 

Law looked down to your cunt, rubbing his fingers against your clit again before looking back up to your face to see your reaction. 

“Oh,” you moaned, accidentally raising your hips into his touch. “Mmm, Law… please…”

He repeated the motion, and you let out another pretty noise, slapping your hand over your mouth to try and prevent any more noises from slipping out.

“I want to hear you,” Law told you, his voice becoming more demanding and dominant than he intended. He hadn’t meant to sound that way, but he figured he’d done something right when you tilted your head back in pleasure at his words.

You so badly wanted to submit to him, desperate for Law to make you feel good.

Pushing your hips into his fingers again, you obeyed Law and let a whine fall from your lips. “Law, ohh- just fuck me already…” you begged.

He removed his hand from your cunt, juices being pulled along with him before he pulled away too far and the strings of it were gone. The sight had been so lewd, Law found himself wanting to do it over and over again, just to see the way your wetness would spread across his fingers. But he decided to ignore that desire for tonight.

You sat up to balance yourself on shaky knees, crawling out of the way so Law could take your spot and lay back. 

Law closed his eyes as you reached over to pull the last of his clothing away, his hands grasping against the sheets to get a hold on himself. 

With gentle hands, you freed his hard, aching cock, hesitantly wrapping a hand around it as you threw his clothing away with the other. 

When your palm closed around him, Law suddenly felt himself losing control, bucking up into your fist. 

“Shit,” he hissed, “…feels good.”

Holding him in your hand, you looked him over, deciding he was rather… big. You had no experience or knowledge of what was normal, but you did know that you would have a hard time fitting him inside you. 

You gave Law a few more pumps, feeling more embarrassed as you felt your cunt throb, extremely turned on by the sight of Law completely exposed and the way he acted so desperate for you. Even with your fear of him being too big, you desperately wanted him inside you.

Your hand squeezed along his shaft as you jerked him, watching in awe as your normally stoic and intimidating captain completely submitted to you, becoming a mess in your hands. Law cursed and let out a few short whines as you kept going, and before you could even stop yourself, he suddenly thrusted up into your hand, hot sticky cum spurting out from him and onto your closed hand.

Law panted as you let go of him, staring down at your hand, wondering what you were even supposed to do with it now… 

You looked between Law and your cum-covered hand, watching him try to recompose himself. 

While a part of you hated the idea, the urge got the better of you as you smirked down at him, slowly raising your hand to your lips. 

Law watched with wide eyes, but never made any moves to stop you. Opening your lips, you let your tongue hang out for a second before licking a stripe up the back of your hand, collecting his seed along your tongue and keeping your mouth open for a little too long so he’d get a good look. With a bit of hesitation, you swallowed it. You supposed the taste wasn’t as awful as any of your friends had described.

You didn’t miss the way Law’s cock seemed to twitch as he watched you lick up all the cum from your hand, until nothing but your own saliva was left. 

“Fuck, y/n-ya,” he groaned, “do that again and I’m gonna cum untouched.”

You giggled, before looking back down at his still hardened member. And the question came back to you; how were you going to fit him?

Before you could try and come up with anything, Law got onto his knees and flipped you over to swap positions with him. Laying on your back now, you let your legs hang open for him. 

Gently, Law dipped a finger into you, followed by another to scissor within you. You watched as the E and A slipped into your sopping wet cunt, moaning as he fingered you and just barely stretched you for him. A small glimpse at what was to come next.

“It’s probably going to hurt at first,” Law warned you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “But we’ll go at your pace.”

You nodded, feeling his fingers slip out of you. 

All you could do was watch as he took his cock into his hand, his body slowly hovering over yours as he got himself close enough to be able to get inside you. You gasped when he rubbed his tip along your folds, gathering your slick up and covering his cock with it. 

“You ready?” Law asked, leaning on his elbow which sat beside you, trapping you underneath him. 

You put one hand into his mess of raven locks, the other grabbing along his arm before finding a good spot to grip onto. And then you nodded, preparing yourself for the worst.

“Take a deep breath in for me, baby,” he instructed, ever so slightly pushing the tip of his cock into you. 

You did as Law told you, inhaling deeply and holding your breath, waiting for him to push into you. 

He began pushing into you, his hand trembling as he held himself, terrified at the thought of going in too fast and hurting you. 

With only an inch in, you began squirming and digging your nails into the skin on his arm. 

Going at a slow pace and being as gentle as he possibly could, Law began to put the rest of himself into your cunt.

He wasn’t even fully inside when he unclenched his eyes to look at your face, realizing that you were crying. Panicking, Law let go of himself to cradle your face in his right hand, wiping away tears with his thumb. 

“I’m sorry, y/n-ya, I tried so hard not to hurt you,” he choked up, feeling terrible about it. “We can stop if you want.”

Hearing the panic in his voice, you finally exhaled and shook your head, “n-no, it’s okay… ‘s not your fault, Law.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, searching your face for guidance on what to do next.

“Mhm, it just… stings,” you muttered through clenched teeth. “Keep going...”

Law took a deep breath himself, placing his hand back around the bottom half of his cock as he slowly began pushing in again. 

After a moment of you whimpering and more squirming, you finally calmed yourself down as Law bottomed out, fully sheathed inside of you now.

His now free hand found a spot on your hip, gripping at your soft skin as he panted, getting used to the feeling of you; the ridges along the walls of your cunt rubbing against the skin of his cock, the way your cunt spasmed around him, you involuntarily clenching down on him, squeezing the life out of his cock.

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, burying his face into your neck, goatee brushing along your skin. “You’re so… tight.”

Your hands left their previous positions to fully wrap your arms around him, desperately holding onto his tattooed back. 

“It’s too big,” you sobbed, gasping for air. “It h-hurts, Law.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your neck, “just… try to relax, I won’t move until you want me to.”

Pushing through the pain of the extreme stretch, you tried relaxing all the muscles in the lower half of your body, getting used to the feeling of what felt like Law’s cock splitting you in two.

You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed since he filled you, but it felt like hours to you, like seconds were moving much too slow for your liking. Realistically, it had probably been close to five minutes of Law laying on top of you, the both of you panting as you slowly stopped crying, your skin soaking up the tears staining your face. 

And after another moment, you decided you were ready. “Law… you can move n-now.”

“Are you certain, y/n-ya?” 

He sounded scared. And almost guilty, like he’d somehow fucked up. But really, he’d been absolutely perfect to you, being gentle and taking care of you. Now you felt bad, not wanting him to feel like he’d done something awful.

“Y-yeah. And Law… you’re perfect, baby. I trust you.”

With the last word slipping past your lips, you moved your head to connect them with his own, locking your lips together and not pulling apart as Law pulled his hips back, and slowly pushed in again. 

It was a few more minutes of this before you had fully become used to the stretch and movement within you. 

“You can go faster, Law,” you whispered, head lulling beside his own as you quietly moaned right into his ear. 

Law raised his hips just a bit, pulling you up with him as he found a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, movements still careful.

With more and more time, you started to like the feeling of his cock stretching your walls, the feeling of him being fully inserted inside. The slight amount of pain along with the growing pleasure felt better than anything you’d ever tried with your own fingers. You needed more.

“Faster, please,” you whined, starting to raise your hips in time with Law’s, meeting each of his thrusts into you. “Fuck, harder, Law!”

Law’s breathing grew louder as he moved faster, somewhat carefully slamming his cock into you with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. Y/n-ya…”

The way he moaned your name only made how turned on you were increase, your cunt clenching with pleasure as you listened to him, along with feeling the way he fucked into you so perfectly.

Your moans grew louder, to a point Law made a comment about not wanting the rest of the crew to hear. You tried quieting down, but it felt impossible with how good he was fucking you. All you could do was bite into his shoulder, but even then you were still groaning through it.

Law felt himself starting to lose control, his hips moving at an ungodly speed without a care about how hard he was fucking into you, 

his entire body shaking as he worked himself up to the point of orgasming again. He pulled his upper body away from you to look down at you, fully taking in the lewd sight for the first time. The way his aching cock disappeared into your hole, juices spilling out from you and onto the sheets underneath you, mixing in with the hint of blood from when he’d first slid into you.

Something about how he was the one to do this to you; take away any purity left in you. And you’d done the same to him. 

He needed more though, something to throw him over the edge. Glancing over your body, he decided he needed to see your breasts bare, and so he reached down around you and unhooked it, pulling it off your sweaty body.

Holding onto your hips, Law continued abusing your cunt, slamming in and out of you, mesmerized by the way your breasts would bounce with every movement he made. 

And that was all he needed, as he suddenly cursed loudly and came hard, his hot seed spilling out from his cock and into your sore cunt.

The feeling of being filled up with such warmth was what sent you over, your pussy spasming even more as you moaned loudly, cumming around his cock, your cunt tightening as if to milk everything he had out of him.

The both of you slowed down, Law pulling out of you to watch his cum rise up to your hole, spilling out of you and onto your thighs and the ruined bedsheets. 

And then he collapsed on top of you, completely exhausted. With tangled, sweaty bodies, you both panted and caught your breath before you wrapped your arms around him again, kissing him deeply and passionately.

You didn’t want the moment to end, but eventually Law got up and retreated to the bathroom, getting a warmly wet cloth to clean you up. 

He wiped any remaining fluids off of your pussy, being extra careful not to accidentally overstimulate you. Law then lifted you up, carrying your limp body over to the chair at his smaller desk meant for those really late nights where you still wanted him nearby while you slept. 

With heavy eyes, you watched as Law stripped off the bed sheets and cleaned everything up, preparing it so that you could sleep comfortably. 

By the time he was finished, you’d succumbed to your tiredness, falling asleep in the chair. Law picked your still nude body up, bringing you over to the clean bed, gently placing you down onto the plush, soft pillows before laying next to you, kissing and wrapping his arms around you as you slept peacefully.

And though you couldn’t hear him, he decided to say it anyway; 

“Thank you, y/n… I love you, my pretty girl.”

[bigdumbbambieyes]

“What the fuck is this?”

Steve glances back over his shoulder with a furrowed brow, spotting Billy halfway into the bed with the blanket pulled back, revealed his very old and very matted childhood stuffed Garfield plushie.

He feels his face heat in embarrassment, but he shuts his drawer in favour of going over to the bed and swiping Garfield up from the bed and into his arms, cradling him against his chest as he tells Billy with a small pout, “It’s my Garf.”

“Your Garf?” Billy lifts both of his brows, his eyes shining with mirth and his lips are twitching to hold back a smile.

Or worse, maybe a laugh.

Which makes Steve feel worse because goddammit, he forgot to hide Garfield away in his closet before Billy came over. He was usually better about it, but the new shiner under Billy’s eye had distracted him the entire drive here.

This thing between them was still new, still kinda fragile, because Billy’s just started sleeping over instead of rushing to put his pants back on after they fuck and running away like a bat out of hell.

And now Billy’s gone and seen Garf and Steve kinda wants to die.

“You sleep with a stuffed Garfield, pretty boy?” Billy taunts him quietly, that amusement still in his face.

He has since he was a kid, when he picked him off the shelf in a store he can’t remember during one of the dozens of vacations they’ve taken and showed it to his mother, who had nodded in approval.

He’s slept with Garf every night since he was six, when his parents were gone and his babysitter was in the guest room. Or when his parents would leave him alone, in this big house, for a weekend or more.

Or even when his parents were home and he still felt alone.

He finds himself rubbing Garfield’s ear, soothing himself as he stares at Billy and nods quietly.

And Billy probably sees his embarrassment now, in his big brown eyes, because the teasing look is gone and Billy’s kneeling on the bed now, shuffling over to the other side where Steve’s standing, and looking down at the weathered Garfield in his arms.

Billy flicks his gaze up again, meeting Steve’s eyes, and mutters, “I have my baby blanket under my pillow at home. It’s fucking scraps now, but I still have it.”

When I need it, goes unsaid, but it makes Steve smile a little.

“Can I see him?” Billy asks softly, probably the softest Steve’s ever heard him.

It’s enough to make him pass Garfield over to Billy, who looks him over quietly. Petting his ears and face, thumbing over his eyes and smile.

“I know it’s stupid,” Steve mumbles.

Billy smirks softly, probably thinking ‘yeah, it is’, but he doesn’t say it, instead he hands Garfield back and mumbles, “Whatever gives you comfort.”

Steve nods and watches Billy slip under the covers, making him comfortable, and he turns to put Garfield away in his spot in the closet when Billy asks, “He’s not sleeping with us?”

It makes Steve pause, caught a little off guard at the question, but he turns on his heel and sees Billy laying there against the pillows, his hands behind his head and quirking a brow.

Steve licks his lips, a nervous habit, and shrugs. He asks, “Is that okay?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t.”

Steve smiles, a small thing on his face, but Billy mirrors it and reaches over to pull back the blanket on Steve’s side of the bed.

-

In the morning, Steve wakes up to the sight of Billy holding a stolen Garfield to his chest, sound asleep.

The sight fills his chest with something warm, something affectionate, something hopeful.

[bunnyreaper]

plush

pairing: soap mactavish x f!reader wc: 1.5k warnings: 18+/nsfw, slight plushiephilia (?), magical fuckery, instalove vibes, shitty ex notes: an unofficial entry to my own valentines writing challenge, for my beloved aj/@kitkatscabinet <3 its short and a bit shit, but its the thought that counts, right? peep my amazing tumblr style valentines day card here!!

You remember the day you got him vividly, recalling every detail like it was yesterday, and not necessarily for the better. 

It was the first Valentine's day you were to have with your now ex-boyfriend, an occasion you'd been looking forward to for months. He wasn't the most romantic man in the world, but he knew how important the day was for you, knew how you dreamed of just having one day where you were spoiled rotten and doted on like a princess.

The day of, the man had forgotten. 

All the build up, anticipation, and excitement for nothing. He'd told you the morning off that he was off to work, with no real acknowledgement of the day or the significance it held for you. 

You had been entirely crushed, only somewhat soothed when he came home with an oversized, fluffy teddy, just for you. 

Despite the gift being mostly an afterthought—the receipt still in the bag told you he'd gone to the store on his lunch break—the bear was just so enchanting, so soft and cuddly that when you had it squeezed in your arms, you couldn't bring yourself to care about much else in the world.

That night, it was your plushie you had curled up with in your arms, your face snuggled into his brown-grey fur. That night, you'd drifted off to sleep, selfishly thinking of what it would be like to fall asleep in the arms of someone who made you feel as safe as your new fluffy friend. 

This year, you were determined for things to be different. Despite still reeling from your breakup, you resolved to make the day exactly what you'd always dreamed of,even if you were alone. 

So you started the day with a bit of pampering, climbing into sexy lingerie underneath a fresh, oversized shirt and barely-there shorts. You glammed yourself up just a little and spent the day at home surrounded by lit candles, heart-shaped balloons and the scent of freshly-baked cookies. 

When the night grew dark, you tucked up into bed to watch more movies until late, spending the entire time snuggled up with your precious plushie. It was normal for you to whisper sweet nothings to the wolf pup before bed, to throw out your usual movie discussion to him, and tonight was no different. 

You drift off with ease, feeling a sense of peace you haven't felt in a long time.

When your eyes flutter back open, you expect to see your vision obscured by fur and your room filled with light. You don't expect to see a pair of sparkling blue eyes twinkling in the dark, a pair of blue eyes you're all too familiar with.

"I'm still dreaming." You whisper in complete disbelief, yet the longer you look into the not-so-stranger's eyes, you find yourself not even believing those words. It's not a dream, he's real, and he's here. 

Your eyes rove over him and his handsome, masculine features, you take in the warmth that radiates off of him. 

"No dreams here, bonnie girl." His smile is wolfish, just like his plushie counterpart—full of mischief and mirth. "Couldnae stand seeing you so sad. It's our day." 

His grip on you tightens, pulling you deeper into his chest for you to cuddle close—to feel at home.

"Our day." You mumble, mostly to yourself, as you tangle yourself within him until you become one. You press your forehead against his, eyes fluttering shut as you embrace every euphoric feeling flowing through you.

The safety you felt when hugging him as a plushie is multiplied, as now he grips at your flesh and his breath brushes across your lips. 

He chuckles, a sweet sound you'd imagined a million times before. "Dinnae tell me you forgot when we first met." He teases. 

Valentine's day, that Valentine's day—when he'd been the only thing that made you smile. It's hard to comprehend that this time last year you were muffling your tears in his plush body, and now you're smiling so unstoppably in his embrace.  

"Of course I didn't." You whisper.

You feel his fingers brush over your curves as he eagerly takes you in, too. Unbeknownst to you, he's been aching for this moment since he first set his eyes on you—biding his time trapped inside the plush, until his love was strong enough to break him free of the curse that held him there. 

He'd watched in anger as you were mistreated, frustration as he witnessed your ex's attempts to please you between the sheets, and sadness as he watched you mend your broken heart. 

Unbridled energy thrums through him, a combination of returning to his human form and the overwhelming feeling of finally getting the woman he's loved from afar all this time. "Been waiting so long to finally have ye in ma arms." 

You bring your hand up to stroke at his stubbled cheek, as you try to ground yourself in the reality of the situation. You don't know how, but somehow all your fantasies had come true. "You're real." 

"Am real, lass, and am all yours." He swears solemnly. Neither of you know how long you have, but you know that no matter what, his words are the truth. "Can I kiss ye?" 

"Please." You whisper, before eagerly closing the gap between you, unable to wait even a moment longer. 

The second your lips touch, something in your heart feels like it slots right into place, and a sense of alignment washes over you, unlike anything you've felt before. This kind of peace is something you never felt with your ex, and barely seems real at all. 

Your lips continue to melt into his as he kisses you with fervour, equally hungry and sensual, deeply passionate and full of pent-up longing. 

You pull away, breathless, head spinning with lust and affection, as well as a lingering sense of confusion. It's obvious that he's actually in your arms, and you're not imagining it, but it's so wonderfully beyond your comprehension. 

"But how--" You start, before cutting yourself off. Too many questions, not enough time. 

"Conversation for another time." You both say in sync, rushing to return to each other's lips as you pour your love into each other. 

His kisses move from your lips to your soft cheeks, the curve of your jaw, the expanse of your neck. He nuzzles against you, nips with his teeth, then soothes them with kisses. You can feel his unrestrained smile against your skin, the eagerness in the way he grips at your hip and ruts into your clothed core with his hardness. "You feel better than I imagined." 

As his erection nudges against your clit, a shaky exhale passes your lips, a name uttered purely on instinct after a year of it tumbling around your head. "Johnny..." 

Something surges through him then, Johnny, something animalistic, as he rolls you beneath him and cages you between his arms. His hips slot against yours insistently, his eyes battle between darkening with arousal and sparkling in delight. "You know ma name." He almost growls. 

"I don't know how, but I do." 

His hands claw at your shirt, pushing it up your body to reveal the lace underneath. You hadn't worn it for him intentionally, but it also seems like the fates had called to you to put it on this morning, to be ready for this moment. 

He purrs, hungry like a true wolf, as he paws at the delicate material. "Need you, lass, cannae take it anymore." 

You push your hips into his, chasing more and more contact, more of the pleasure he so easily gives you. "Me either. Can't wait, please." 

For a moment, your mind flickers to your ex, how even on the rare occasions he tried to warm you up, he'd still struggle to make you feel much at all. With just a few kisses, and the feeling of his body against you, Johnny has you gushing, leaking down your thighs and aching with need. 

Thick fingers make their way across your delicate skin, leaving shivers in their wake. He pulls back enough to rid you of your panties, before his fingers find your sweet spot and start working on melting you beneath his touch. It was easy for Johnny, having seen the way you'd touched yourself so many times before. 

Whilst the sensation feels heavenly, and Johnny's eyes remain focused on yours as he drives you wild. You need more; you need him. 

"Please." You whine, unable to summon much more in the way of words as his fingers dip down to tease at your entrance.

Johnny fumbles with his clothes quickly, and sinks into you with an animalistic growl as his thick cock stretches you open in the most divine way. 

"Feels like home." He purrs, as he lays his muscular body over you and cages you in between the mattress and his cock. Once more, he nuzzles at your neck, as his cock kisses your insides and you adjust to the feeling of him inside you. 

You wrap your arms and legs around him instinctually, willing him closer and closer in to you, entwining yourselves completely. 

His hips remain still inside you, as the two of you embrace the feeling of finally being where you belong. He kisses you gently as he whispers, "All mine. Never letting ye go now." 

[prideofcelestia]

❝ when he sees your baby pictures ❞

« characters - lucifer, leviathan, satan, belphegor, barbatos, mephistopheles »

« gender neutral reader »

« headcanons »

« notes - repost from my old blog so there's a chance you might have read it »

LUCIFER

Lucifer drinks the pictures in — his face relaxing into a tender expression. When he tries remembering the last time he had felt laughter fill his chest at the sight of a baby picture, his mind goes back to his days in the Celestial Realm when he had more patience. Words spill from his lips before he can stop himself.

“[Name], you looked like an absolute angel…”

A faint blush graces his cheeks as he realises that in his mind, he just placed you in the same place as all the bright cherubims he had seen as an angel. You put his heart at ease so he takes one of the pictures for his own. Try as you may but that is his property now. He loves to look at it when he’s feeling extremely stressed. 

Grinning to himself, he muses, “Time is short for a human… yet their company is so precious.”

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan laughs. “LOLOL such normie baby clothes!”

One would think that he was born wearing Ruri-chan cosplay. The other brothers call him out on his behaviour and refuse to show him your pictures so he pouts and throws a tantrum about how the world is unfair to otakus like him!

When he gets his hands on your baby photographs (after quite the struggle, in his words), he’s thrilled and looks at it with awe. With every passing second, his cheeks get more coloured before he closes his eyes and covers his face with the back of his hand. 

How were you so cute as a baby?! He thought they were meant to be awkward and silly. Even though you have some embarrassing pictures, he… he wants to hold the baby you! He has an amazing assortment of toys that will keep you entertained. Just stay away from his precious figurines! 

“Leviathan took 9000 damage. This is soooo moe w’aaaah. How is a simple otaku such as myself supposed to react?!”

SATAN

Satan looks at your pictures with utmost concentration. Every time his brothers talk about what a cute munchkin he was (*looks at Asmo*) or what a ball of mischief he was (*looks at the entire population of the Devildom*), he feels irritated. His childhood reminds him of the circumstances of his birth and how he wasn’t there with his brothers when it mattered. Owing to the uneasiness, he’s not particularly fond of children — unless it’s a whiskered baby. His arms are always open for kittens.

Seeing you in the pictures, however, makes his heart flutter in a way he has never felt before. He wants to protect and cherish you, fill your life with books and cat plushies.  The urge is so strong that he runs out of the house — his head still full of baby you — as he buys every item that he would like to pass on to a beloved child. The mountain of stuffed toys that you have no use for makes you want to scream as you fix a questioning glance at him. To be honest, there are some fairy tale books you have never seen before so it isn’t a complete waste.

BELPHEGOR

Belphegor takes a quick glance at the picture and returns to his nap. With a cheek pressed against his pillow, he mumbles, “Hmmm, you were a cute baby.”

The lack of reaction makes you want to move on but he won’t let you. Grabbing your arm, he pulls you to the bed and whispers in your ear.

“[Name], you looked really soft in the picture. Now I want to cuddle you. It’s your fault for making me feel this way so you’ll take responsibility, won’t you? Don’t move a lot and let me enjoy it.”

He has burned the image in his mind and can’t help dreaming about the baby you giggling up at him. It’s soft and makes him feel peaceful.

Don’t get him wrong. He’s not a fan of children — babies in particular, because they are loud and their cries disrupt sleep. However, seeing the eyes that he loves look back at him from the picture ironically makes him want to protect you.

BARBATOS

Barbatos thinks that you were adorable back then. Not that a lot has changed but some detail about your first years warms his heart like a cup of fine tea.

He knows that baby pictures are a source of embarrassment for most because he often found Diavolo flustered when the matter of his innocent days was brought up. He’s amply experienced with kids to know how to tease you about it and oh boy, this demon uses his knowledge to good use.

“Oh, [Name], I have a gift for you… I happened to see your photo album.” That’s his way of informing you that he’s well versed in your past photos, “I noticed that you wore this colour quite frequently during childhood. However, remember not to spill food all over it anymore. Okay?”

He’ll never let you outlive it.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Mephistopheles squeals. Babies are amazing — be it crawling in front of you or in pictures. He snatches the photos away from whoever is holding those as a huge grin appears on his lips.

He’s usually gruff with you while also being gentle (read as tsundere) but now, he’s saying how fascinating it is to look at your life as a baby. He comments on all your pictures and thinks that your activities back then were adorable.

“Look at them playing… Look at them sitting… It’s a balm for the heart.”

He gets so excited that he tries to find similarities between the baby you and the present you just so that he has an excuse to hold onto the pictures for longer without appearing overly affectionate.

[bonny-kookoo]

Hi bonny ninny, ruu here

I like your 'Why not' & 'How so' series.

I feel like oc is tone sensitive. Would you write a drabble where Jungkook uses a tone which hurts & upsets oc. Like they are not even arguing but something about tobe hurts her. How would Jungkook consoles her? They would be so cute in this DDLG theme. 🥺

"At this rate I'm gonna have to sleep back at my place again." Jungkook laughs, as he watches you make your bed, adjusting all the different stuffed animals.

You're not sure what exactly he means by that. Or more so, how serious he is.

You don't want him to sleep back at his place and leave you alone- you've become too attached and fond of his late night cuddling and the way he warms up the bed beneath the blankets, but you also love your stuffed animals too much to give them away, or let them simply sit on a shelf. Is he making you choose?

Do you want to choose?

The entire rest of the early day, you can't stop overanalyzing his words, no matter what. You're suddenly hyper-sensitive to the way he says stuff, the tone of his voice, the words he uses, or his body language accompanying every sentence. Is he really that annoyed by you and your habits? But you thought he liked you the way you really are?

"Let me do that for you." He says as you stir in the pot preparing some warm food for the two of you, hand taking the spoon from you. "Can't have you making a mess again like last time." He chuckles, but something in the way he shakes his head just.. makes you feel oddly guilty.

You're not that good at keeping up attention to one thing only for long. You're not sure why- it's not even that you can't cook, you just start doing ten things at once, and just like last time, a few days prior, things boil over and spill, or stuff almost burns in the pan or the oven almost stays on for too long. You can't help it.

Maybe he's starting to have second thoughts. Just like you feared.

"M' sorry." You mumble when he places the filled up bowl in front of you, hand stuttering a bit as he frowns.

"What're you sorry for?" He wonders, sitting down across from you, watching how you only reluctantly pick up your spoon to swirl it around in your bowl, watching the ingredients dance around in the broth. "Eyes up here, baby." He requests, and you do so- though only for a second.

"I'll.. try and put the plushies away." You explain, looking down again. "And I'll concentrate better when cooking too. And I'll start making sure I'll keep track of my own stuff and-" You rant, but he reaches out to hold your hand, stopping you.

"What's brought that up?" He wonders, confused. "You don't have to get rid of stuff, and neither do you need to do better at anything." He offers.

"But I'm annoying you." You say, meekly. "You said you won't sleep here anymore with all the stuffies in my bed-"

"Oh fuck, baby, no-" He sighs, laughing a bit to himself. "How long has that been bubbling up inside you?" He asks, and you shrug. "I'm sorry if I made it seem like I was upset at you. I was just picking on you a little- I didn't mean to make you feel like you did something wrong." He reassures.

"But you're right?" You answer, and he shakes his head again.

"Am I?" He chuckles. "You love your stuffed animals. I know you've got a name for each and every one of them, and that's cute. And they don't bother me at all, since you put them on the carpet every night anyways- it just looks funny with how much space they take up during the day." Jungkook explains. "And I also know that you've got a bit of trouble staying focused, so I'm not mad when you get a bit sidetracked while cooking. If anything, I only worry sometimes, which is why I tend to take over sometimes, to make sure you don't get hurt." He moves on. "I really don't mind keeping your doctors appointments or other stuff in mind. I don't mind doing stuff for you, or taking care of you. I really don't." He presses on. "I love you the way you are. I'd be stupid to try and change you."

"I don't know why I thought you meant something bad." You mumble, and he yet again just smiles.

"It was most likely my tone. Let's make an agreement, alright?" He says, and you nod. "I'll be more clear to tell you when I'm only making fun- and you'll tell me if you think I'm being too mean."

You nod at that, glad that it was only a huge misunderstanding-

happy that you were wrong after all.

[gyu-effect]

[22:47]

PAIRING || Wonwoo x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff

WARNINGS || none

WORD COUNT || 0.5k

A/N || anon i hope i did justice to your super cute dream :'D also thank you @ksoology for helping me with this

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you heard him knock on your bedroom door before you heard him call your name, causing you to snuggle into your pillow more as a way to block out your boyfriend. not getting a response, you heard the knob turn as wonwoo walked in.

“baby? are you okay? ” he asked, and you could hear slight concern lacing his voice. “are you not feeling well?” 

still not getting any response from you, he bent down to gently pull your toe, earning a frustrated whine from you as you kicked away your hand. 

“go away. i hate you.” you muttered, voice muffled by the pillow. 

“no you don’t baby.” wonwoo said, and the amusement was very evident in his voice as the urge to wipe that smirk off his face grew. “you’re just mad that i,” you felt the bed dip near your knees as he climbed on to it, “defeated you in valorant twenty five times straight-”

“you annihilated me!” you wailed, finally turning around to look at your boyfriend. the smile on his face just widened as he laid down beside you, his chest pressed against your back as he squeezed into the small place between you and your many plushies that occupied the entire space of the bed. 

“i don’t want to see you!” you huffed, trying to move away from him (which was impossible because of the amount of soft toys sitting on your bed) but wonwoo wrapped his arm around you to cage you, pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

“is that why your plushies are taking up all the space? so that i can’t hold the love of my life?” he muttered, his breath tickling your neck. you nearly melted into his touch when he called you the love of his life, but then remembered that you were actually supposed to be mad at him so instead, you stiffened under his touch. 

“the plushies are innocent. they don’t have anything to do with you. now stop moving around or they’ll fall off the bed.”

wonwoo let out a low chuckle, one that caused your stomach to do somersaults as he pressed a soft kiss onto the base of your neck. “sorry baby.” he whispered, his low voice causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. “‘m so sorry. i promise i’ll let you win next time if you let me make it up to you now.”

“i don’t want you to let me win.” you clarified, turning to face him once again with a pout. he smiled at you softly, as though happy that you were looking at him again. “i just- you shouldn’t have gone so hard on me!” 

“okay, okay.” he laughed, quickly pressing a quick kiss on your lips. “i’ll go easy on you next time, love.”

you frowned at him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder. “you’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

wonwoo looked at you in fake offence. “of course not! why would i make fun of my beloved girlfriend when she’s already mad at me?”

“then why are you laughing, huh?”

“i’m not laughing.” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head. “i’m just trying to enjoy this moment with my beautiful girlfriend and her plushies.”

“our.” you corrected him, before cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips against his as a sign that you had forgiven him.

“yeah, our plushies.”

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!  

© 𝐆𝐘𝐔-𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

[madame-fear]

꒰ 𝐊𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ꒱

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : how would Kuku celebrate your birthday with you? ♡

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : just fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Esteban Kukuriczka x (fem!)Reader

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐It’s your birthday! And your boyfriend is probably more excited than you are to celebrate it, because it’s yet another year of celebrating the fact that on a day like this, the world has been blessed with your presence.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐I have the feeling that he’s probably been organising it probably a month or two before your actual birthday. He prefers to have everything prepared beforehand, so it’s as perfect as possible.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐Expect to be woken up with breakfast on bed, and tons of kisses— and of course, a softly muttered ‘happy birthday, my love’ in between kisses. At one point, Kuku will put the breakfast aside (like on a nightstand table) just to attack you with a tight embrace and more kisses.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐Don’t be surprised if you receive warm birthday messages from his cast friends. He basically told everyone about your special day, and expects you to be as pampered and cherished as much as possible.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 And, since we are talking about you being pampered— I can imagine you’d get showered in gifts. From roses, to plushies, books, maybe even a bracelet or necklace with both your and his initials on it; literally you would be gifted tons of things from his part.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐^ And if you receive something that you saw, liked, and wanted while being somewhere together and didn’t tell him; don’t be surprised either if he gifts that to you. I have the feeling he’s a very observant person, especially around you, his sweet love.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐He’s organised an entire day just for the two of you to do your favourite things together, or maybe just something special to celebrate your birthday.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 You would hang out together around somewhere you like— literally wherever you wish, or whichever place you enjoy being around the most. He’s taking you to anywhere you tell him to go.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Or if you prefer to stay at home, that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Kuku would just organise something fun & special to do at home, filling you with all the cuddles and kisses you very well deserve. ♡

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 Makes an Instagram story wishing you a happy birthday, telling you just how much he adores you eternally, and loves only you— nobody else, but you. Maybe, just maybe it’s a bit of very long message, but it’s an extremely endearing one.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 He would most definitely cook your favourite food for your birthday, and would also get you your favourite treats & cake! (if you want a birthday cake, ofc)

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐You would probably watch movies together and spend some good, loving quality time together. The entire day would be filled with kisses, hugs, cuddles, constant praising, him pampering you endlessly, and sweet birthday wishes. Kuku would adore to spoil you every single day, but you’d be particularly showered in affection for your special day. ♡

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING LOVE @luceracastro.ᐟ Today is the day we all cherish your lovely existence— you are filled with pure positivity, love, care, and are also one of the most understanding persons I ever had the fortune to meet. I can never stress enough how proud & grateful I am to be your mutual, thank you for sm everything you do and give !! 🥺 May all your days be filled with love, joy, and prosperity ♡ Have a marvellous day, mi amor! 🥳🥂💕

[zushikiss]

Happy birthday, dearest.

summary ; it's your birthday! and your boyfriend shows his efforts for you so much.

warnings ; fluff, scara and reader lives beside each other, use of the petnames love [ scara ] , hon [ xiao ]

pairings ; scaramouche, xiao, diluc x gn!reader

notes ; it's my birthday today so i thought this would be fitting to post !

─ SCARAMOUCHE

you're on your phone simply trying to pass time as you await for the time to finally hit the 12 am mark, it's a few minutes before your birthday and you simply haven't felt the need to sleep yet so you don't but when the clock finally strucks 12 am, signifying the start of the next day you hear small footsteps on your balcony.

you take your eyes off of your device as a familliar silhouette emerges from the darkness of your balcony, it's your boyfriend!

"Happy birthday, love."

he hands you a small gift, the wrapping paper in your favorite color along with a ribbon in his, you smile as he lays down on the bed beside you, pressing a kiss to your temples as you tore the gift open.

the gift is a picture frame, the frame itself decorated with your favorite flowers but made in clay, an envelope also falls, it was tucked behind the frame, however the thing that brings tears in your eyes is the photo itself.

it's a picture of 13 yr old you and scara during valentines, his friends and yours pushed the both of you to the marriage booth, leading you and scara to be "married" that day.

though the both of you were denying the fact that you both had very obvious crushes on each other, you still obliged by the rules of the class president, which was all "married" pairs had to stay by each other's side for the day, the both of you even went on a sweet and awkward date in your small school cafeteria.

it was a picture of you two sitting on one of the lunch tables, the table filled with snacks the both of you enjoyed, you were smiling in the photo, feeding scara fries while he slowly accepted it, with a blush on his face and while averting his eyes.

"I hope you like it, it was really hard to sculpt those flowers."

"Of course! Thank you scara, i love it.."

you hug him tightly as he presses a kiss to your forehead, you put the frame on your bedside table, as you lay back in bed to cuddle your ever so sweet boyfriend, little did you know the mess that was scattered on your boyfriend's desk, multi colored clay littering the desktop, different tools all semi organized in a cup he had solely for the purpose of holding his cute bright pink sculpting tools.

─ XIAO

when you awoke from your deep sleep, the smell of your favorite food quickly made its way to your room, and before you could even check the time on your phone your boyfriend slowly enters the room, carefully holding a tray with water, your favorite drink, your favorite snacks and as well as your favorite breakfast food.

"I'm not the best at cooking but i really wanted to show you that i tried, but pleaae don't expect a lot.. you know cooking isn't my forte."

the entire day xiao tended to your every need, even surprising you with a bouquet and a plushy you've really wanted, he couldn't help but also purchase a few in game things for you, knowing how much you love the game.

he tried playing for you, even going as far as making an account but video games wasn't really something he enjoyed, however you knew how much effort he put in so you appreciated it either way.

now with your favorite plushy in one arm and your loving boyfriend in the other, you were ready to fall asleep seeing as the day ended, but you could feel a pair of lips on your collarbone as you hear a soft "happy birthday, hon." you couldn't help but smile as he rests his head in the crook of your neck once again.

─ DILUC

as if being droven around all day, going on one too many dates for one day, and receiving plenty hugs and kisses behind closed doors wasn't the best gift then you could say it was this.

you were sitting on the couch, braiding your boyfriend's hair as you tell him a story about your workplace, he hums softly as he asks question, though his eyes were glued to the television, you knew that his attention was all on you.

as you finished braiding his hair you excitedly handed him a mirror as you whispered a quick all done, from the mirror's reflection you could see a small smile forming on his face before he stands up to plant a kiss on the bridge of your nose.

"thank you, name. i think it looks pretty."

"not just your hair, luc. you too, you're very pretty as is!"

"mhm, not prettier than you though."

[the-solar-system52]

TPOH UPDATE THEORY

OH WE ARE SO BACK!!

I wasn't expecting an update this week, and almost missed it since I checked the website too early, but here we are!

Now there is A LOT to unpack in this page, and if you know my theories, then I'm sure you think I'm about to talk about the parallels between The House of Lead and Negative in this dialogue. Which I 100% will, but another time. I want to talk about the Lead House in itself first.

When I first started with my RGB and Negative theory, I said that the House of Paint and House of Lead where supposed to be parallels to RGB and Negative, and I still stand by that.

But as I read recent pages, reread old ones, and was offered different perspectives from other fans, I'm began to think a lot about Lead House and Paint House as their own CHARACTERS, and not just plot points to parallel other characters.

Just listen to this stuff RGB says, this is very interesting characterization! And also incredibly depressing. Lead House's strange and physics-defying architecture being explained by it trying to fill the void left by being split apart, and it's extreme loneliness because of that is a very tragic situation for a literal house to be in.

And when I first read Double Exposure, I was under the impression that either The Butterfly or Negative owned the house, but this is seemingly debunked in this page. And that fact puts the previous pages in a very different context.

RGB outwrite states it here. This House has a personality, toying with RGB and Hero by trapping them, but not actually harming them. It seems to just be excited to be inhabited by people, when it hasn't for so long, and doesn't want them to leave.

Unlike the Paint House, this House can't be owned by anyone, and chooses it's shape based on whatever it wants. And although it seems to take an interest in the conversation Hero and RGB are having (evident by it spawning in the mirror maze when they were talking about Negative) it doesn't seem to be directly controlled by them.

And gosh I love this panel so much! It seems entirely self aware of how it's gone "cuckoo" due to its loneliness, but turns it into a joke. Or maybe its not supposed to be a joke, and the House just doesn't have any other way to communicate, both options are equally sad.

But seeing how much personality Lead House has, it made me realise that Paint House doesn't really share the same traits.

Its design is entirely dependent on person who is controlling it. Although it reflects the inhabitants thoughts, like Click's face in the trains set, Hero's up-high bed, a bunch of plushies spawning in, etc. All these examples all come from the thoughts, wants or memories of Hero when she has the House's key. I wouldn't say it has much of a personality or consciousness at all.

And though this system may be convenient for our protagonists, it is very inconvenient for the House itself. It straight up FALLS APART when Hero isn't paying enough attention to it! And consistently gets more and more abstract when controlled by a distracted 8 year old's mind.

So, Lead House has more individuality, isn't controlled by anyone and therefore doesn't fall apart or abstract. But, because it can't be owned, its gone insane with loneliness and isolation.

Paint House can be owned and wouldn't be considered lonely, but is far too dependent on others and is falling apart because of it.

Both houses are incomplete in their own way, so the obvious solution is for them to be fused back together into the House of Lead Paint!

The House of Lead Paint would be a balance between an individual personality, as well as being influenced by others. And they wouldn't be lonely anymore if they were together, plus once again being a home to someone! I could definitely see Hero and RGB living there, but instead of just outright controlling the House, they are able to ask the House for certain things, (or maybe the House could still read Hero's thoughts, but get to choose if its wants to change or not) and it will be more of a character.

This will obviously take the stress off Hero, since she won't have to be constantly thinking about the House just to stop it from abstracting or worrying about her dreams changing the house, and instead it could take care of itself at times, while still being helpful to our protagonists when they need something.

I think this may be happening sooner rather than later. Specifically because of RGB's "It may be as well for us to stay outside for a while" line, implying that something needs to change before Hero and RGB can go back into the Paint House.

This also seems like a stand in for a 'Tree' to this part of the story. "Big structure with emotional issues that needs to work through its issues in a symbolic way and transform into something else" Hero being the current owner of Paint House, having a track record of wanting to help out Trees, and needing a way to get out of Lead House, it seems perfectly in character for her to want to merge the Houses back together again. And now that the houses are in the same area to eachother (with the folded page being opened) I could 100% see this happening before the end of this arc. Probably as a conclusion to them getting out of the Lead House.

(anddd it could maybe be foreshadowing for RGB and Negative RGB merging back together???) (Fnaf sb ruin eclipse reference???) (tho, if that does happen, it would most likely be at the climax of TPOH)

I can't believe I'm getting so emotionally attached to the character arc of two HOUSES. But I just needed to get this rant out of my system.

So I'll probably talk about the dialogue relating to Negative another time, since this is already very long. Maybe I'll wait till the next update, since I'll undoubtedly have more things to rant on about then. But I hope you enjoyed this, even if it's a bit different from my usual RGB-centric theories.

[ze0re]

╭﹐♡︎﹕ Hello Kitty Obsession ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 — 𝖲𝖠𝖤 𝖨. 𝖪𝖤𝖭𝖸𝖴 𝖸. 𝖬𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖴 𝖡.

ఌ requested by @yuujis-sunshine “Hello once again, I would love to send another request. Sorry if I feel like I'm requesting too much, I just can't help it. You too much of a good writer! Anyways, my request is Sae, Kenyu and Meguru with a s/o who is totally obsessed with Hello Kitty and even wears outfits inspired by the characters. Also, in one headcannon they wear onesies of a Hello Kitty duo plz and thanks. Have a good night/ day!”

cw/tw. fluff, black!reader

an. damn girl 😭 i can tell you love my writing, but you don’t have to say sorry it’s okay 🫶🏽 this idea was cute to write. I hope you enjoy your request <3

summary.- you’re obsessed with hello kitty and your boyfriend finds it cute.

SAE ITOSHI

Secretly he found it cute but didn’t wanna admit it.

He had a bored expression as you held up two onesies in front of him. One for you and one for him pleading and begging him to match with you. “Saeeee pretty please!? It’s only one time.” You pouted as you looked at him. Sae looked at the matching onesies before looking at you sighing in response. No matter how much he wanted to say no- he couldn’t, he spoiled you too much, he just couldn’t say no so with a fat long sigh he gave in, “Fine.” He mumbled watching how your eyes became bright squealing in excitement handing him the matching onesie, he looked at it in disgust but quick to wipe it away not wanting to upset you taking it in his hands going into the bathroom to change.

What the hell am i doing..

He groaned as he looked at himself in the mirror with the bright colors blinding his eye sight. He had to mentally tell himself..it was for you. It was for your enjoyment. Your happiness. And your terrible obsession with Hello Kitty. He breathed in one last time before walking out of the bathroom spotting you already in your onesie with your Cinnamoroll plushie, your matching slippers and blanket with a wide smile, he couldn’t help but feel his lip twitch up at how cute you looked. The onesie was a bit baggy on you which made you look like a marshmallow, you walked towards his taller frame looking at him with a smile, “Well don’t you look cute.” You teased watching how he rolled his eyes with a small red blush, “You’re so obsessed.” Was all he mumbled, he wasn’t WRONG- i mean have you seen your room? It was filled with so much Hello Kitty merchandise, you had slippers, custom shoes, hoodies, pjs, posters, hair accessories and so many plushies..so many that it covers your entire top part of your bed!

But you couldn’t help it..you were practically raised by your little love for Hello Kitty.

You rolled your eyes playfully pushing him to the side to walk over to the couch, “It’s not that bad.” That bad..he could practically feel that giant eye roll come. It WAS that bad, he’s spent so much money on nothing but Hello Kitty, you see something at the mall and says “Hello Kitty” you instantly want it. So of course- Sae being the good boyfriend he is..and the love of spoiling you (Secretly) he gets it for you. He regrets giving you those gifts for Christmas but as long as you’re happy with your little weird obsession it makes him happy. He sighed once more walking towards the couch to sit next to you, pulling your body to lean onto him placing your head on his chest as you scrolled for a movie. You softly hummed looking at the tv screen with a focus gaze, “What should we watch?” He shrugged looking at the movies as well, all of them seemed so boring..until- “We should watch Princess and the frog!” You yelled excitedly seeing the movie pop up, Sae furrowed his eyebrows but nodded his head. He’s never watched this movie but by the cover it looked interesting, so clicking on the movie you grabbed your phone from the coffee table to turn off the lights now it’s completely dark with only the tv light.

An hour into the movie Sae was focus the whole time when watching. At first it was weird of how she got turned into a frog but the adventures and music that was showing was making him interested. He was enjoying it, he was so focus on the movie he didn’t realize you had fallen asleep till he felt your head fall to his lap, he looked down to spot you fell asleep with the Cinnamoroll plushie in your arms holding it tight with small snores. He found himself softly smiling seeing his more cute you were cuddling with the plushie like that, he slowly took out his phone taking a quick picture of you before placing it down, turning off the Tv picking you up to take you to your room. You hummed sleepily cuddling your head into his chest as he walked towards your room, when he got to your room he was met with of course all the Hello Kitty stuff you had, he rolled his eyes walking towards your bed placing you down as well getting in bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist holding you close.

You were gonna be the death of him.

KENYU YUKIMIYA

He found it cute and kind of concerned.

He knew since the first day he’s seen your outfit and the charms you had on your book bag you were a Hello Kitty girl. He didn’t really have much to say other than say he was concerned but later got used to it telling himself you’re just obsessed with Hello Kitty and that’s that. He didn’t think it would be a problem in your guys relationship but oh boy..every anniversary gift he gives you it’s Hello Kitty, a Hello Kitty plushie, a note book, slippers, even a robe. But seeing how excited you get for his gifts it never failed him to make him smile.

Just as for now, you two were on a movie date. Boring i know but you liked boring stuff, besides after the movie you guys got to eat at your favorite restaurant that was in the mall you guys were at. After you guys were done eating and laughing you both walked around the mall to see if you found anything interesting….not even ten minutes in you already spotted a store that had all types of Hello Kitty and other stuff in there. When he heard your gasp and hand tighten around his, he looked up to see you looking at the store that had Hello Kitty and other stuff in the display window, his eyes widened slightly, “Oh no.” He mumbled before getting pulled towards the store with a squealing and excited girlfriend, when you both walked in it felt like you entered heaven..there was all kinds of things. There were notebooks, back packs, shirts, earrings, plushies..your eyes were sparkling.

In the matter of seconds Kenyu lost you. He doesn’t understand how when the store is so small, when he looks one way he spots you at the accessories aisle, he blinks and you’ve vanished to the clothing section- it was like taking a five year old to the candy store telling them to get anything they wanted no limit. By the time it hit 6:30 he was drained, you guys been in the store for the past 20 minutes finding stuff you liked and wanted, he was relieved that you we’re done getting what you wanted checking everything out, he watched as the cashier rung up everything but couldn’t bypass seeing Spider-Man socks…and guess what?

He got the socks.

You saw him grab the pair of socks with a raised brow about to say something but raised a hand, “Don’t even say it.” You giggled shaking your head watching him pay for everything. The total came to $75.95, you would say that’s the cheapest you’ve gotten apart from the $1 keychain at Hot Topic but other than that at-least it wasn’t a bad shopping spree..right?

Right.

When you two walked out of the mall the sun was already setting, you guys walked to his car putting everything in the backseat as you got in the passenger seat and him getting in the drivers seat starting the ignition. “Today was fun.” You said looking at him, he looked at you with a smile nodding his head leaning in, “It sure was.” He mumbled bringing his hand to grab your jaw pulling you closer to him feeling his lips ontop of yours. You sighed softly leaning more into the kiss, for a more seconds you pulled away pecking his lips a couple of times pulling back fully staring into his brown eyes with a smile, “I love you.” He smiled also feeling his heart flutter,

“I love you too, my love.”

MEGURU BACHIRA

He found it adorable.

You had always been a fan of Hello Kitty. From your bedroom decor to your phone case, to your clothing and even shoes! Everything was Hello Kitty themed. Meguru had always found it cute and endearing, it was cute how child like you would get whenever you get Hello Kitty themed stuff but lately, your obsession had grown to new heights.

It was just a normal when Meguru decided to come over to your apartment only to be surprised with two bags and a giant Batz-Maru plushie on the couch. There were was a bag filled with some new clothes but he didn’t bypass how you got three new crop shirts to go with your collection, posters, and EVEN A FREAKING HELLO KITTY MIRROR?. Your boyfriend couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, he shook his head as he made his way towards your room spotting you on the floor with a a broken down table, nails, a hammer and other building stuff.

He took a good look to see it was a beauty stand of Kuromi, he sighed sitting next to you on the floor watching how focus you were, “Don’t tell me you bought a Kuromi beauty stand.” His voice spoke, all you did was smile devilishly, “I bought a Kuromi beauty stand.” He groaned clinging onto making you fall back on your carpet, you gasped feeling your heart drop as you fell on top of him, “Meguru!.” You scolded, he only giggled in response starting to peck your cheek and lips kissing you all over, “You’re. So. Obsessive.” He said each kiss he gave you, he wasn’t wrong..you were highly obsessed but it wasn’t that bad! You rolled your eyes staring into his golden eyes with your (E/C) one’s, “I’m not that obsessed..” You defended Meguru mocked you rolling his eyes as well, “Yeah yeah whatever..but anyways i have a surprise for you my monster.” You cocked an eyebrow. “Surprise? What is it?.”

…

…

…

The moment Meguru told you what the surprise was you froze into his arms as he stared at you with a grin, “Today?..like today today?” You asked still in denial about what he said but he nodded his head making your heart increase, in seconds you jumped ontop of him straddling his waist as you hugged him tight mumbling “oh my gosh” into his neck. Meguru laughed sitting up holding you still on his lap, “Baby you did not-“ “But i did, i know how much you love Sanrio so i decided to get us tickets to Sanrio Puroland.” He said proudly watching you come up from his neck with a face of disbelief, “Oh my gosh Meguru!” You whined leaning your head back onto his shoulder, you were so excited yet still in denial there was no way you guys were going to the theme park..THERE WAS NO WAY.

But there was a way. The day you guys got to the park your eyes were sparkling with stars staring at everything, you were in heaven you wanted to faint- but you didn’t. All day at the park you and Meguru went on rides, ate delicious foods and treats and even got more stuff animals to go with your collection. At the end of the day Meguru was absolutely pooped, he was in relief that you guys were finally going back to the hotel room wanting to take his ass to sleep. Right when you entered the room he instantly stripped down to his boxers grabbing his white sleeping shirt and grey sweatpants plopping ontop of the bed closing his eyes with a satisfied groan. You softly giggled to yourself, dropping the stuff you guys got at the park before stripping into your night wear getting in bed with him feeling his arm instantly wrap around your waist, “Thank you Guru..” You whispered pecking his cheek feeling a small squeeze on your waist as a response. You smiled at the small gesture, closing your eyes letting sleep of your own take over.

NEXT UP: Shoei Baro x Black!Reader - Requested

[mooodyblue]

can you do cg!austin and little!reader when she regresses out in public and no one knows abt it?

anon i hope u know i love u and ur big brain!! i was literally thinking about writing cg!austin 🥺 he'd be the sweetest caregiver idk. ty soooo much for the request, i hope u enjoy!!!

tired. | cg!austin x little!reader

warnings: little space, age regression, slight angst, anxiety

wc: 1.1k

masterlist | request | taglist

you'd mentally prepared yourself for this event for weeks. the moment austin invited you to some a-list event, you were filled with anxiety. you couldn't just say no, it would make austin happy and you obviously didn't want to disappoint him. but this event was the only thing on your mind. nobody knew who you were, you were just someone austin was dating. the thought of being surrounded with people you didn't know, who didn't know you, freaked you out.

"you still up for going tomorrow?" austin asked, getting into bed with you.

"yeah....yeah."

now you're here, standing in front of the mirror and giving yourself a much needed pep talk, trying to calm your nerves before austin could see you. but something was off, you didn't feel right. it was a feeling that you hadn't felt in a long time. however, you had people to impress and to be a great date for austin, so you held back those feelings as much as you could, brushing it off and telling yourself it's just anxiety. austin brushed off his sleeve as he walked into the room, smiling at you. "if i wasn't already dating you, i'd definitely be taking you home tonight."

you cracked a grin and laughed, feeling a bit more at ease. "you picked out a perfect dress."

he walked up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "i picked out the perfect girl." he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and gave you a quick kiss. "ready to head out?"

no, you wanted to say but nodded instead, taking his hand as he lead you to the car. once arriving, there were cameras everywhere as he helped you out of the car, making your heart race slightly as he rushed you inside. you refused to leave his side during the entire thing, watching him talk and mingle with coworkers and different directors. he'd occasionally rub your back and talk about how the two of you met which relaxed you a little bit. it wasnt until more people started to talk to you that you felt your chest tighten, still unsure of how to talk to these sort of people. but you kept it together, for austin at least. it's not that anyone was awful towards you or being pushy, but this was still a new setting for you. plus, you were dating austin butler. everyone wanted to know how your relationship came to life.

you'd found yourself in the middle of a conversation with who you didn't realize was a reporter, asking you about austin's exes and what he saw in you. it was too much, your brain struck with self doubts and comparisons to everyone in austin's life. "'m gonna go fix my hair." you lied, whispering in austin's ear. he kissed you before you left, telling you to he wouldn't move from the spot he was in so you could find him easier afterwards.

you rushed into the bathroom, catching your breath and trying to fight back your tears. that feeling from earlier came back, but stronger. you hadn't regressed in awhile. of course, austin knew about you and always took good care of you while you were your headspace. but out of all places to slip, why did it have to be here? it only made you more overwhelmed. you tried to hold back, but you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. you just wanted austin. you wanted your favorite plushie and the comfort of your daddy's arms. you also didn't want to ruin's austin night, but there was no way you could continue to talk to these strangers without possibly embarrassing austin. you wiped your cheeks and nose with the back of your hand then washing them before going back out to find austin.

you tugged on his sleeve softly, "austin." no response. you tugged on it again, more panic in your voice. "austin."

he turned to you, noting your tear stained cheeks. "baby? what's going on?"

"um....i..." you couldn't get the words out, fidgeting with one of the rings on your fingers and looking down at the floor.

but austin knew. "okay." he nodded. "let's head home." he said his final goodbyes, taking you back out to the car. thank god everyone with cameras had gone inside, but he let you bury your face in his shoulder as you two walked out just to be safe. he glanced over at you as he pulled out, frowning. "are you...?"

"'m sorry." you cried. "i-i tried. 'm sorry daddy, i-"

"oh, my babygirl..." he gave your hand a soft squeeze. "you have nothing to be sorry for. you should have told me."

you sobbed softly into your hands. this was the slowest car ride of your life. stupid traffic and stupid people with their big fancy cars. everything was stupid. you just wanted to go home. austin wanted to hold you so badly, he kept telling you it was okay and that you'd be home soon. not soon enough! eventually, you subconsciously brought your thumb to your lips, a bad habit of yours that you had while little. austin would tell you off for it over and over again but you still couldn't stop. he looked over at you, "baby-" he pulled your hand back down, setting it back in your lap. "don't do that, it's yucky. remember?"

you whined, opting to bounce your leg up and down instead. austin even opened the glovebox to check for a paci, muttering 'damn.' to himself. he made a mental note to keep one in the car for times like these.

by the time you finally returned home, you were slightly dozing off in the car, austin waking you by opening the car door. "hi," he smiled, unbuckling you and helping you out of the car. "i know you're tired, let's go change first." he brought you in your shared home, immediately tending to you and into your pajamas, even wiping off your makeup and undoing your hair. "what plushie do we want tonight? what are we thinkin'?"

"hmm." you thought, "bunny?"

"bunny it is." he reached for the plush bunny he surprisinged you with last month, getting you in bed and handing it over to you. his heart melted at the sight of you holding it close to your chest. this was definitely needed and he felt bad for allowing you to hold off for so long. austin then changed out of his clothes too, getting ready to join you. "do you still want your paci?" he asked.

you shook your head no, making grabby hands at him. "daddy!" he chuckled and crawled into bed, holding you close to him. "best daddy ever." you muttered against him.

"and you're the best baby i could ever ask for." he went in with his hand, tickling you softly as you let out small giggles, all your worries from earlier disappearing. "sorry for making you go today. you gotta tell me when you aren't feeling good though, promise me?"

"i promise"

[sitepathos]

Their Favorite Creature

A/N: I remembered a comment on my very first post and that became the inspiration for this one.

Price

Phoenix. This man sees them as majestic creatures and can’t help but be in awe at the sight of them.

It takes his breath away when it bursts into flames and is reborn. The first time it happened, he might have gotten a little scared; he was aware of their immorality, but the sight of flames bursting in front of him brings up some unpleasant memories.

But, he gets a little down when the bird is reborn because he wishes many of his fallen compatriots could rise from the flames.

He had a stand specially made for him (using enchanted wood to resist flames) and when he’s filling out paperwork, he looks up and smiles at the bird. He also keeps a box of plants to feed the phoenix.

He loves to use the phoenix to deliver letters/packages to you. It always amazes him to see it deliver mail, no matter how heavy it is.

You managed to pluck a feather from the phoenix and had it turned into a quill enchanted to never run out of ink. He uses it only to write letters to you. He keeps it in a special box in his desk and he takes its security very seriously.

With your help, he bottled some tears from the Phoenix as they possess amazing healing qualities. More often than he cares to remember, those tears that brought back his boys from the brink of death and he’s so thankful to both the Phoenix and you.

Gaz

Puffskein. Hands down, this man will no nuts at the sight of a fuzzy ball.

He also loves the fact that it eats bugs, specifically spiders. I can see Gaz facing down a hail of bullets and not batting an eye, but the sight of a spider will have him jumping in his dad’s Price’s arms. So, he would ask to take the Puffskein home to not only cuddle with, but to eat any bugs that find their way in.

When you told him that a popular game involves throwing Puffskeins around, he was understandably upset. I mean, to him, it was similar to throwing puppies against the wall. But, when you told him their fuzziness protected them from harm, he relaxed and played the game. Eventually, it turned into a regular thing between the two of you. Think of it like ‘Hit The Bottles,’ but with Puffskeins instead of baseballs.

Gaz will absolutely lose his mind if you show up with more Puffskeins. Will absolutely lie down on the ground and let them swarm him. He’s in heaven.

Please get this man a Puffskein plushie for his birthday. Will absolutely sleep with it every night and if it goes missing, will tear the entire base apart in order to find it, waking everyone up in the process. Everyone will pitch in so he’ll calm down and they can go back to bed.

Ghost

Thestrals. Let’s face it, this man will gravitate towards these misunderstood creatures.

When you showed up to the base on a carriage hitched up to four Thestrals and explained why the soldiers could see them while some of the base’s support staff couldn’t, he felt a certain kinship to them.

“Only people who’ve seen death can see them, huh? So, I could’ve seen them all my life.”

He says many self-deprecating jokes about him and them being signs of death, but when you shut that train of thought down and tell him that he’s a better man than he gives himself credit for, he can’t help but smile. “Careful, Merlin. I might start to think you care about me.”

Despite his protests, will absolutely love to ride the carriage you brought with you.

“Ghost, do you want to ride the carriage before I have to take it back?” “Merlin, I’m a hardened dog of war. I’ve taken so many lives that I’ve become death incarnate. My reputation is known to so many terrorists, they have nightmares about me.” “So, is that a no?” “…Yes, I want to ride it.”

Soap

Common Welsh Green. Come on, did you think it would be anything other than a dragon?

The first time he saw one was when you took him to the Romanian Dragon Reserve and to say he was in awe is an understatement. Like, his eyes were as wide as saucers and he was stuck in place as one flew over his head.

Once you told him that they’re native to Scotland, he was giddy as you can get. He wants nothing more than to fly on the back of one while waving the Scottish flag and screaming “Scotland forever!”

Of course, he knows that’s not going to happen since dragons are dangerous creatures. But, say you have a friend who has a friend who has a friend who is capable of making that happen. This man will squeal with joy and once he gets off that dragon’s back, you will have a new best friend. Like, if you ever need anything, let him know and he’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen.

Will devote over a dozen pages of his journal to drawings to this species of dragon. From closeups to full body sketches, this man will flex his artistic muscles and draw pictures that rival the pictures from your Magical Creatures textbook.

You take him back to the reserve on his birthdays so he can see them again, and he falls more in love with these dragons and you every time.

Alejandro

Mooncalf.

The sight of a cute Mooncalf will turn this hardened freedom fighter into a baby-speaking softie. “My brothers, we continue to fight not for ourselves but for this city we love! Long live the Cowboys!” Mooncalf joins the chat. “On my god, it’s the cutest fluff baby I’ve ever seen!”

He tries to never miss every full moon because the sight of seeing them dance is a breathtaking sight. And if you bring more Moon calves to join in the dance, he can’t help but join in. Rudy joins in as well since it’s very rare he sees his brother so lively and carefree.

He does everything he can to not laugh his ass off when the townspeople freak out at the crop circles left behind from the lunar dance.

He’s also been known to allow the Mooncalf to wrap itself around his neck like some sort of scarf. One time, he got so use to the Mooncalf being around his neck that he forgot about it and led an entire debriefing with said Mooncalf still wrapped around his neck. Rudy told the soldiers not to mention it as it was the funniest thing he’d seen in a very long time.

König

Niffler. Yes, this absolute mountain of a man is head over heels with this tiny magical platypus.

It’s love at first sight when he runs into you and sees you carrying a Niffler. “That bill… those feet… Perfektion…”

Begs you to allow him to hold it every chance he gets. Of course, you him that Nifflers are known for stealing anything valuable, but he’s undeterred and relieves you of the kleptomaniac platypus.

Needless to say, chaos ensures. He took his eyes off it for one second and it ran off, stealing anything shiny along the way. Eventually, he was able to capture its and you shook everything out from its fur, including Price’s lighter.

He learned from that unfortunate incident and started keeping a bag full of shiny metallic objects (mostly bullet cases) to satisfy the creature’s cravings.

You offer to show him how to train the Niffler and it turns into a bonding experience for the two of you.

“I had fun teaching the Niffler, maus. Now, it’ll clean up bullet casings on the battlefield.”

[natasha-in-space]

can I request an imagine about saeyoung comforting you when you're sick? 😤

Ayyy one of my favorites tropes! :D

"What are you doing here...?"

This was somewhat of a dumb question coming from you, but your mind was just too groggy and fatigued with illness to think rationally at the moment. You had been stuck in your bed for the whole day now, getting up only to use the bathroom or drink some water in between your feverish naps. This was one of those days that you just wanted to pass by you as quickly as possible so that you could get on with your life as if nothing has even happened soon after. Nobody likes getting sick, yet it's a part of human experience that you just have to suffer through, whether you want to or not.

You could hear your partner chuckle slightly under his breath as he came into the room and closed the door behind him as quietly as possible so as to not disturb you too much with an unwanted noise.

"Oh, just checking up on my sick little alien, that's all."

Taking a seat beside your bed, Saeyoung pressed his hand to your sweaty forehead, making you lean into his cool touch out of pure instinct. You must have looked like a complete mess right now, considered the fact that you have not left your bed for the entire day. Well, it's not like you cared much about that right now, anyways. Either way, you could see concern slowly rising in his eyes as he studied you carefully, like a true doctor assessing you from just one look alone.

He would make a handsome doctor... Or a very pretty nurse at that...

Oh God, this fever is making you think of a few very bizarre things-

"Ugh, I told you to just leave me alone for the day... I don't want to get you sick as well." You groaned, shutting your eyes tightly and turning your burning face to the opposite direction from the redhead that was slowly filling your every thought like a different sort of sickness. If there's one good thing out of this fever, it's that he probably couldn't tell the difference between your feverish blush and the embarrassed one. "I'm just going to sleep all day and hope that my body does all the work for me."

"Who says you can't do exactly that, though?" You could hear him shuffling about, probably cleaning up all the used up tissues that were scattered about on your nightstand. "You can just lay there and get better, while I bring you anything you need, so that you don't have to strain yourself. And I'm sure Saeran wouldn't mind cooking you up some yummy soup that's going to do wonders to your tummy! You're acting like you're living all alone, when it's obviously not the case."

Despite your resolve, you could feel yourself starting to smile as the images of what your partner was describing slowly formed in your mind, making your chest feel warm and fuzzy at the notion of being cared for like that. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just... let go and let others take care of you for once. And you did miss having company around you, even if you tried to deny it. Being sick sucked, but it sucked even more if you're dealing with the struggles of it all by yourself.

"...Okay. That actually sounds... kinda nice. Thank you, Saeyoung."

You gave him a tired but warm smile, which he returned with one of his own, running a hand through your messy hair and making you sigh in satisfaction as result of his pleasant touch. "That's a good kitten.*

Soon after, you found yourself sitting up in your bed, prepped up by a few pillows and holding a plushie of your hacker boyfriend close to your chest, with the real Saeyoung carefully placing a bowl of steaming porridge on your now neatly stacked bedside.

"What's that?" You asked, rubbing at your eyes and trying to sniff out any distinguishing scents from the dish, only to fail miserably due to your clogged up nose.

God, you hated being sick.

"Saeran decided to make you a bowl of dakjuk, and since cooking is a field of science too advanced for my genius brain, I decided to go along with my little bro's suggestion. Smells amazing, so I'm sure you'll feel better in no time! I wonder if he'll cook the same for me if I get sick..." He placed a hand to his chin, as if he was lost deep in thought, making you giggle at his adorable display.

"I'm sure he would, love. It's a shame I won't be able to taste it fully, though." You replied, smiling warmly at the thought. Saeran's care showed in his actions more than anything. You were certain that he'd be more than willing to help his brother get better, albeit not nursing him back to health directly. "Will you feed me?"

Saeyoung winked at you, booping your nose with a tip of his finger. "You don't even have to ask, my cutest patient! Doctor Choi will take utmost care of you and your soup."

Can't forget about the soup.

Even despite your sickness, you could feel the overwhelming warmth and smooth texture of a porridge-like mixture filling your mouth, making you close your eyes and appreciate the cozy flavor of this dakjuk to the best of your abilities. Gulping down the first spoonful, you nodded with approval, your eyes twinkling with happiness for the first time today. "Mm! You know, even if I can't taste much, I can tell that that's a very good dakjuk. Do tell Saeran that I loved it, okay?"

"Oh, I already did before I brought it here." He shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow in a silent question. "I know Saeran's food is going to be amazing, so why wait, eh?"

"You're impossible sometimes." You snickered, playfully rolling your eyes at him. Saeran's annoyed glare was all you could picture at the back of your mind, only making you want to laugh even more.

Once you've finished your porridge, Saeyoung tucked you back into bed, although you had to shoo him away before he could place a kiss to your lips as he usually did. You did promise him to double your daily kisses once you get better in response to the put he gave you, but you definitely did not want your partner to get sick because of you, which is why a small sacrifice had to be made. You chattered between yourselves for about a hour more about this and that, jumping from one topic to another, as it often happened whenever you two started up a conversation. Listening to Saeyoung babbling away excitedly about his day or his interests always did put a smile on your face.

"I love you." You murmured, squeezing his hand in yours and slowly closing your eyes once more, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

A content smile adorned your flushed face as you felt him place a single loving kiss to the warm skin of your forehead, before caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "I love you too, kitten. Get better for me so that I can kiss you properly the first thing tomorrow morning, okay?"