#I want to hold lil blueberry boy

[gaywineauntsstuff]

the reason I hate the "Tim doesn't trust Dick after Damian/spyral/ric" is because they are besties your honour.

Like there's a post going around that I cannot for the life of me find that says Dick is Tims trusted adult and they are so right fr ong.

Because despite what Fanon believes Dick is a pretty chill guy and people take one look at him and go "let me unload my emotional baggage on you"

There's like a very famous panel (that im too lazy to find or remember the name of the run its in okay don't yell at me) where Tim basically goes "soooo my girlfriends pregnant" and Dick nearly falls off the roof.

Tim is calling Dick for the dumbest shit imaginable to the world ending and so are the rest of the batkids.

so I have taken the Canon that Dick knows if not all but most and generalised it to hell.

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Jason has been on a team with like 80% of OG titan members

they're having gossip session

Jason in a war zone dodging bullets with his bat travel mug in his hand: And THEN! Kori and Roy shared this look and you know the look they give you when they're judging you for bat reasons and you're like tell me why you're mad I was raised by a crazy person my normal levels are skewed.

Dick in NYC with a blueberry bagel In one hand, his Turkish coffee in another, just finished meeting up with Donna who gave him THAT exact look: No REALLLLL why are they like that, just tell me which one of the creepy traits I internalised as a child is bothering you.

Jason: omg you get it anyway so I grab the bomb and start playing soccer with it because its round and im bored and starfire takes it away like idk what im doing? bro ive been bombed I know how to work with a bomb..

Dick: hmmm and then what happened

Jason: and then.....

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Tim: Dickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Dick: yea Tim

Tim: Kon is being a dick

Dick: oh?

Tim: yeah and its really starting to bother me man

Dick who knows Kon is dead and Tim is either hallucinating or drugged to be more susceptible to manipulation and is already on his way: hmm tell me more babybird whys he upsetting my lil brother

Tim about to tell Dick what is a fever dream bc he contracted pneumonia and is loopy off his ass on painkillers:

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steph does this more with babs in the hero scene but its just... so easy and totally gets into the habit of it after Dick is her Batman for a bit and now she uses him as her civilian life therapist

Steph on her way back from campus: and then this bitch looks me up and down and pours her coffee cup down my shirt!

Dick on his way back to blud after decking bruce in the face: hold on hold on hold on she did what??

Steph nodding vigorously even though he can't see her: pulls my whole ass sweater away from my body and pours her peats coffee down my goddamn shirt Dick.

Dick: omg she didnt

Steph still nodding: she DID and then I found out from Jonny who found out from Vivian that someone told her I made out with her boyfriend at Leos house party

Dick who has no idea who any of these people are: wait but you were at Leos for like an hour max last week. we has smoothies after.

StepH: exactly so I had proof that I wasn't there and confronted her and went like. I don't want your crusty ass alt white boy whose favourite 'indie' band is the neighbourhood. I dated Tim fucking Drake the OG crusty ass white boy and I don't do repeats

Dick choking on his coffee:

Steph: anyway we are besties now and planning on getting her boyfriend back because apparently he cheated on her with this drop dead gorgeous girl and im high key a lil complimented she thought we were the same person.

Dick who initially called for casework and is actually so happy one of the people he calls siblings is actually like living a life outside of vigilantism: tell me more

Steph: you sound a little teary

dick: don't worry about it

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Damian: Richard

Dick: Damian

Damian: so I might be skipping patrol with father

Dick:? what you love patrol??

Damian: and school

Dick: Dames? what's going on:? is everything okay? you can talk to me

Damian: I am volunteering at a hospital

Dick: kid

Damian: Listen before you sAY anything I know what we do is important but I think I can help in another way and -

Dick had brown parents and was training for the olympics at 8, totally knows what its like to have insane expectations and rebel with a day job: kid kid calm down okay? you wanna be a doctor? is that it?

Damian: well? I dont really know but I just? there has to be another way to help people. besides what we do I mean-

Dick: Alfred left me Thomas waynes journals I initially thought they were to bash your fathers head in when he was being stupid but it seems the old man was looking out for us. Wanna take a stab at your other grandpas legacy when you come over next weekend. I'll tell Bruce we patrolled so you get a few more days off.

Damian: you're the best

[bibibi-tchx]

Does lil man ever have moments where he just needs to be with both mami and papi at all times? I can see lil man just waking up extra clingy needing to have both of them in his eye sight at all times just wanting their comfort :(

oh anon of course he does

especially when hes teeny tiny- being that small, where hes smaller than about 1yrs old, everything seems that weirder. like, the world feels as though its going to swallow him whole, and he can’t even think of any way to describe it- all he knows is that he wants his papi and his mami right there right now.

which cues him waking up in his normal adult bed, and feeling as though everything is out of place, and hes much too small to be in his big boy bed- tears ensue, and he is sobbing

hes too small to even communicate whats wrong, so he just continues to cry, trying his best to call out for both of his caregivers but because hes way way too small, all he can do is repeat “ma” over and over again. even a full “mami” or “papi” feels too out of reach for his tongue, so hes just babbling a very wet, a very sad sounding “ma” the best he can in between all of the hiccups

of course it doesnt take long for both of his mami and papi to be in his room, picking him up and consoling him, rhea rocking him gently from side to side whilst damians right next to her, singing his usual lullabies to try and soothe dominik

sobby lil babie immediately shuts up, to the point where rhea and damian then proceed to turn to each other and make small quizzical faces- like, it was so swift for him to stop crying, and hiccuping not long after, that they are puzzled; they make the look.

theres a look that all caregivers have when their baby does something that is baffling, but they are still amused by it. trust me here. cgs yall know the look im on about. <3

“im going to run downstairs to grab him a smoothie or something for him to drink, solid foods might be a bit too overwhelming for him at the moment.” comes out from damian after a few minutes of them playing with the very teeny baby, with damian and rhea making different faces and such and watching how hes reacting to try and gage exactly how small dominik has woken up that morning

rhea’s nodding, because thats a fair idea, and its also a way for damian to have another means of hiding veggies in dominik’s diet and she can’t oppose that really

but the moment is out of dominik’s sight from where him and rhea are cuddling on the bed, with rhea holding up his lamb to his face to try and distract their iddy biddy boy, even though it hasnt worked the moment damian turns his back from their cuddle on the bed, and dominik’s wails ensue once more, probably even louder than before

he deffo tries to clumsily reach out and grab at his papi too, needing to have him nearby at all times or else all hell is gonna break loose

damian aint all that impressed either, feeling absolutely horrible that he has to leave, “oh niñito, papi’s got to go make you some breakfast. dont you wanna eat?”

surprise surprise, dominik shakes his head, “nuhuh- pa!” looking so forlorn, purely upset

rhea looks upset too- she doesn’t really know what to do, but she knows that if damian leaves, shes gonna need to follow him with dominik in her arms, “dont you want to have a cuggle, baby blueberry? arent you comfy, hm?” because she knows that dominik dont do well when changing locations when hes that small

dominik nods, bcus yuh duh of course hes comfy!! he has his mami, and he has his papi. its a no brainer, however he cant even think to deal with not having both of them nearby, so he starts to tear up a little bit at the thought, but hes still so so comfy, which means that hes nodding, but hes still crying

caregivers confusion to the max

“are you comfy, little one?” in the most soothing whisper that rheas voice has ever gone, the pads of her thumbs gentily wiping away at dominiks tears

“mhm.” with a little hiccup, big brown eyes staring up at damian, bcus nuhuh papi cannot go

it definitely is a whole back and forth, until, eventually, rhea has to bring the babie around with her everywhere

thank u anon !! <3

[fandomregression]

perhaps some petre Gunpowder Tim headcanons? Maybe? I’m so insane about him he’s such a little guy

take my hand. we shall be insane together

Pet Regressor Gunpowder Tim Headcanons!

okay, step one. puppy. hims just a silly puppy with a lot of energy

of course tim has basically acquired any and all gear that he could possibly want considering he's in space and has been for who knows how long. he has his favorite ears (the ones i posted before bc those adorable) and a tail to match. he's got a dark blue collar with stars all over it and a lil bone-shaped tag that just says "gunner" on it

tim also loves collecting puppy toys, so he has so many rope toys, so many tennis balls, stuffies, squeaker toys, whatever he can get his hands on. jonny hates this

jonny has threatened many times to disembowel tim's squeaker toys and steal the squeakers, but tim knows he's full of shit. he squeaks his toys even louder just to annoy jonny

i know it can be a little ehhhh in some circles, but i think he'd have a crate. a big crate that he stuffs with a heating mat, a bunch of blankets, those old padded crib guards, etc. he puts string lights along the top, and then he covers the crate with another blanket. sometimes if everything is just too overwhelming and terrible, tim will just crawl into his puppy crate and shut the door as a sign to not bother him

puppy time is one if the few times that they can get fruit or veggies in him. it's easy to say things like "well puppies LOVE blueberries!! it's a treat!!!" and trick him a lil bit into eating healthy stuff

marius even hides meds for him in peanut butter. this amuses him to no end that it WORKS

tim has gotten hold of his guns approx. 3 times while he's been a puppy, and all 3 times resulted in him getting chased around the ship by his crewmates with them fussing for him to drop them. the chaos just makes him wanna do it again but his efforts are always thwarted

jonny is still his main cg i cannot let that go its too cute to me. he cannot fight it when he just has a big ol puppy boy plop down on him and demand cuddles

they don't use a leash on him that would feel weird, and tim has just flat-out said no, but they do have a harness! like a kid harness, it even has a plush puppy on the back of it. they put it on him when they leave the ship just because if he sees a bird or bug he WILL run after it

he still uses a paci sometimes when he's a pup, and he has a clip for it that attaches to his collar so he never loses it (he still loses it sometimes)

world class champion barker right there he can bark. he can yap. he can howl if he so desires. the possibilities are endless and jonny is endlessly holding his head in his hands

do NOT give him a bath he will lose his mind (this is a lie. please give him a bath he's rolled around in mud. no one knows where the mud came from)

[chaoticxbeast]

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Somewhat stressed, Leo cleared the newborns airways to help him breathe. The baby's instinct for survival kicked in, and boy that baby sure had a pair of healthy lounges! ¡Gracias a Dios.

Leo felt like his soul was about to lift from his body. Both out of relief but out of terror as well. War raged around them. They only had a temporary shelter, with the aid of his brothers as they kept the enemy at bay. Leo fought back his tears, overwhelmed with compassion for the baby; who had been born into the hardships of this war, and for Cassandra, who had endured all this pain, without any comfort or aid beside his lousy company and help. " Cassandra, he is beautiful." Leo said, gently guiding one hand under the head and neck of the child, and his other hand under it's bottom, to provide as much stability as he could when lifting him into his arms.

Feelings overwhelmed the terrapin as the child instinctively turned towards him, searching for it's mother. "Hey..shhh.." Leo let out a shaky breath, as he thought of how the babys future was likely to look like. War. Loss. And only bleak hopes to survive. It was all his fault for messing up that mission back then. Was this how hopeless his own father had felt when he and his brothers were this small? The thought broke his heart. At least they had been safe, but his father had been completely and utterly alone, and the thought made him want to weep. However, he couldn't let himself get distracted by the past, not now.

In the middle of a war zone there was not much luxury, but he could at least offer the child some comfort by wrapping him into Cassandras shirt to keep him warm. As soon as Cassandra was ready, he would hand him to her. "It's okay lil' guy, I got you.." Leo said as softly as he could. The baby kept crying, acting on instinct as it turned his head against him, his little hands gripping hold of his finger as it searched for the comfort of his mother. "Cassandra you did such a great job...well done.."

"Hand him over, blueberry brains!" She growled, and Leo felt a whole new different terror come over him. "Right now."

[vanisketches]

I’m not waiting until christmas to post this SO

to the wonderful @amarcia !!

Their lil jedi OC has given me so much serotonin. Lil Cirz is sUCH A JOY!

Tysm for the wonderful year and the friendship, you’re awesome Ama!!

Reblogs appreciated!

[buckys-little-belle]

little rae here 💌 if it okay can i talk to u & vent a lil?

feelin small, got a bit triggered by parents arguing. loud noises wit no sleep & my brain is feeling staticy nd fuzzy, rlly hard to think rn if that makes sense? wish i had stevie & eds wit me :( took a shower tho & now im gon cuddle wit my stuffed duck mr waddles & read some of ur stuff. thank u for makin me feel safe, love u belle i sendin hugs

Duckie

Steddie x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings -

Notes - Sometimes my brain feels all fuzzy so I definitely understand how you feel. Though I can’t actually send Steve and Eddie your way, in a literal sense, I can write them, so this is for you bub <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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“Duckie?” Steve questioned, holding up two boxes, one filled with regular waffles, the other blueberry. Y/n’s head snapped towards him, their mind far away as he spoke. “Which ones do you want?” Steve asked, the question now being asked for the third time, though Y/n seemed to be listening at least a bit this time.

“I dunno.” They mumbled, a sigh punctuating their words. “I can’ fink.” They confessed, their eyes filled ever so slightly with tears, guilt building in their chest at their inability to give an answer.

“That’s okay Duckie.” Steve smiled knowingly, he knew Y/n sometimes got ‘far out’, as Eddie would say, their thoughts slower and mind distant. Instead of asking the question again he placed one of each waffle into the toaster.

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Steve hand’t told Eddie about Y/n’s mindset, just sending them to him after breakfast to wake him up and get dressed. “What do you want to wear?” Eddie asked Y/n, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he strode over to the dresser, opening the drawer filled with Y/n’s clothes. “A big shirt? Sleeves? No sleeves?” He began rattling off the options.

“I don’ know Ed’s.” Y/n frowned, sitting on the end of the bed, their hands in their lap as their head hung low, the carpet the centre of their attention.

“Well what colour do you want?” He asked instead, thinking that might be an easier question to ponder.

Instead of yell out their favourite colour like usual Y/n let out a sob. “I don’ wanna pick Ed’s.” The cried, tears falling from their cheeks, dripping onto the floor.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, entering the room, a coffee in hand as he assessed the situation.

“‘m head feels fuzzy, I don’ know what shirt I wanna wear Stevie, I don’ know what waffles I wanna have, I jus’ don’ know!” They cried.

“Hey, hey.” Eddie cooed, kneeling down in front of Y/n, his head blocking their view of the boring carpet, Steve sitting down beside Y/n, his hand soothingly on their back, his mug long disregarded. “That’s okay, you don’t have to decide anything okay.” Eddie smiled, rubbing up and down their arm.

“We don‘ t have any plans today Duckie, we can stay in our Pjs and watch some movies, nice and simple, okay?” Steve offered, knowing how hard it can be for Y/n when in this headspace, their mind distant and the day confusing. “Come on, let’s brunch your teeth, and find Mr. Waddles, hm?” Steve stood up, grabbing his mug and gesturing to the bathroom.

“I’ll set the couch up for us.” Eddie smiled, leaping in action, gathering pillows and blankets for the group, the couch soon a miss mash of fuzzy blankets and comfy pillows.

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The day went by quickly, the three of hem sprawled out over the living room, more and more stuffies being added in after every movie, Eddie wanting Y/n to be as comfy as possible. “Here.” Eddie whispered, passing Y/n their sippy cup, and Steve a new mug filled with coffee. “It’s fruit punch.” He warned, making sure they knew what was in it, not wanting them to be surprised.

“Tanks.” Y/n murmured, gripping their stuffie closer, and snuggling back into Steve, Eddie picking up their legs to lay in his lap, blankets quickly thrown over them all to keep warm.

Sure the days plans had changed, but Y/n needed their boys, and their boys were happy to comply, willing to make the hard decisions for the day in exchange for some warm cuddles and happy laughs.

[marvelsswansong]

Hi! If you're still accepting requests I'd love to see your thoughts on Eddie Munson with someone who's very quiet/introverted/shy. He seems quite outgoing and confident and I think it'd be very interesting to see how those 2 very different energies mix!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰��𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

ahhh so i think this is so cute so here's some headcanons/thoughts on Eddie x shy gn!reader:

Eddie might be infamous for being loud, obnoxious and dramatic - going so far as to stand on top of lunch tables and scream at the popular kids for their vanity - but he'll be the total opposite with you, who's known for being the quiet bookworm that no one has any problems with.

He's the type of protective boyfriend to always insist on holding your hand or having an arm around your waist to protect you

As well as holding your books when you're book shopping

And ordering for you at a cafe or restauarant because speaking to strangers makes you a lil nervous

Especially when people you don't know ask you a question on the stop you'll freeze and just stare at them, eyes wide and blinking slowly, and it's a sign for Eddie to have to step in

"Hi there! Would you like to sample this hand cream-"

"We're fine, thank you-" Eddie steps in, linking his fingers with yours and pulling you behind him.

I mean, it was just a salesman but Eddie will still send them a death glare and protectively hug you against his chest

oh Eddie would be sooo lovingly protective over a shy S/O like that: he'll tell off Steve and the freshmen kids to be on their best behaviour around you as in

no swearing, no mean jokes, no pranks

not that they would play pranks or make jokes at your expense in the first place bc you're just too sweet to trick like that, but still. Eddie makes it a point to threaten each of them separately.

would love going on lil quiet dates with you! like dates where the focus is on just the two of you being alone together

i.e. picnic dates, strolls by the lake, cartrip to a museum in a nearby city, visiting an animal sanctuary

he'd also be obessessed with giving you soft nicknames like "my shy sweetheart", "little flower", "honeybee"

would love to lay his head on your lap and have you read to him - especially if you promise to massage his scalp whilst doing so

like out in public he'd be the more dominant, protective and possessive boyfriend constantly checking in to make sure you're fine whilst still ofc being his cheeky self

"do you need any water? should we sit down? are you getting a headache?"

"I was just thinking about if I wanted the strawberry or blueberry lemonade, Eds."

"Oh. Well, we should each get one of the other so you can try both! And if we kiss, it'll make our tongues purple."

"Eddie!"

but when it's just the two of you expect him to be super loving and clingy to the point it's nauseating

"you're so fucking hot, you know that, right?"

"you've told me that about five times in the past minute or so, Eds."

"so? it's still true every time."

baby boy lovesss to bury his head into the crook of your neck whilst snuggling against you

if anyone tries to get mean or take advantage of your shy nature, he's coming in armed for war

yes, Eddie would happily bitch slap a stranger to protect you

but at the same time you, being the more mild mannered and calm natured one, have to keep him in line at certain events

it's perfect though, y'all balance each other's energies out so well 💕💕💕

[touyaspeach]

Submissive Sukuna x afab! Reader

A/N ; I haven't written in a long time, and after talking to Blue I realize I was putting too much pressure on myself to give you guys these really long plot-heavy fics, when in reality... I think most of you are here for the porn. Which is great because it's easier for me. Less pressure! So, I whipped this lil bad boy up in about an hour and ... turns out I still got it!

Words ; 2.6k Warnings ; dominant reader, afab reader, submissive sukuna, teasing (m), dirty talk (m), oral (f), p in v unprotected sex Thanks ; @a-shy-blueberry for not only brainstorming with me, beta-reading, and sprinting with me, but also just... helping me get out of my funk!! You're a peach!

He is the King of Curses, the most powerful curse to have ever existed. He’s killed more people than he can count, done so many atrocious and outrageous things. So how did he end up on his knees, with a collar around his throat like a fucking dog, all but begging for you?

You and your pretty, dripping pussy that he can smell from here. And, fuck, you smell downright delectable. He needs to taste you, needs to shove his tongue as deep into your empty hole as he can and make you scream for him. But that’s not the game you’re playing, and he doesn’t know why the fuck he’s even playing along.

You’re sitting on his throne, legs spread, completely naked, and he’s obsessed with how good you look like this. Your body is so soft, so plush and round and he needs to squeeze it. Needs to take you between his hands and squish, pull, knead, and kiss. Needs to put all of his mouths to good use on your skin, sucking and licking and -

Sukuna is drawn from his thoughts when you lean forward, running your fingers through his hair as if he really were nothing but a pet to you. Don’t you know how easily he could break out of these binds? This pathetic little chain is nothing to him, you are nothing to him. He could break you even easier, he’s sure of it. But his curiosity is at maximum and his interest has been piqued, and so he plays your game for now.

Your tits press together when you lean forward, they’re soft and plush, he needs to feel them, so he reaches out with one large, clawed hand. You smack it away before he even makes contact and he growls. “The fuck? What the fuck is your problem? The hell is this? I’m done with it!” he takes the chain in both hands and is about to snap it, when he feels your hand trail down his cheek, down to his jaw. His eyes flutter with the tenderness in which you touch him, and his shoulders slacken.

When your thumb traces along his lips he inhales sharply, eyes flicking up to yours.There’s so much uncertainty in his eyes. He wants to break free and make you submit but… but the affection you give him is so free, so willing. He’s not asking for it, he’s not taking it from you, it’s being given to him. And that’s not something he’s used to. His throat bobs when he swallows, and you part his lips gently with your thumb before gently pushing it past his teeth to press down on his tongue. You’ve grabbed his jaw, and it would be so easy to just bite down with his sharp teeth and snap your thumb right off, releasing your hold.

But he doesn’t. He watches, listens, waits. “You can behave better than that, can’t you? Didn’t you want to be good for me?” you purr, and he growls deep in his throat in return. Yes. Yes he does so badly but he also needs to touch you.

You’re unlike any human he’s ever met before. You’re so small, so filled out in all the right ways, and he’s been attracted to you since he met you. But he’d never expected this, not ever. Not in all of his lives had he ever submitted to anything, or anyone, but now he’s here on his knees. His cock is so hard between them, too, that he thinks he might burst just from watching the way you move, from feeling your featherlight touches on his skin. He nods, tries to swallow the saliva gathering in his mouth around your finger, but fails as a few dribbles fall down his chin. He rakes his eyes over you again, and his cock throbs. He needs you, god don’t you see? He needs you so fucking bad, so why won’t you just… give him something? Anything?

You remove your hand from his face, and he thinks finally something will happen when you reach down between you and run your index up the length of his cock. He shivers - finally. He really was leaking a lot, dribbles of pre-cum slowly trickling down his length to fall between his thighs. It’s this absurd amount of slick that you collect on your finger, and then you’re pulling away again and he whines.

The Sukuna whines because you stole his pre right off of his cock and he can’t do anything to stop you. He can’t do anything but watch as you slide back into his throne, put your feet up on either side of the massive seat, and spread your legs wide for him to see. He groans at the sight of you.

Your clit engorged and needy, your cunt ready and waiting, needing - begging - to be stuffed. He licks his lips. He could make you scream, he could have you writhing on just his tongue and you’d be the one begging him. But he watches, despite himself, as you spread his pre all over your folds, all along your dripping pussy and push two fingers inside.

You moan so softly, so sweetly and he jolts from the sound. His palms now planted on the floor, he’s fighting a losing battle within himself. He needs to touch you, fuck! He needs it! But… he needs to be good for you, he needs to earn those sweet touches and tender kisses. Don’t you understand how hard this is for him? Don’t you understand how unfair it is to use him like this, and not even let him touch you?

Your face twists in pleasure as you drag your fingertips along that delicious spot at your core, and Sukuna thinks he sees divinity in the way your cheeks flush, in the way you coo out his name like honey. His chest swells, an emotion he hasn’t felt in too long. He’s made his way to the edge of the throne now, his hands are gripping the seat between your legs, so close.

His eyes are trained on your cunt, now, watching your fingers draw out more of your slick before pressing back into your depths. He wishes they were his fingers. No, he wishes they were his tongue.

“You wanna taste?” you say, breathless.

“More than anything.”

“Beg.”

“What?”

“Beg for it, if you want it so bad.”

He licks his lips, considers for a moment. He’s never begged for anything in his fucking life, is he really about to beg for some pussy?

“Please,” he breathes, and suddenly he’s being pulled, yanked towards your wet cunt by that damned chain. He readies himself, opens his mouth to receive you, except he’s stopped just as suddenly and nearly chokes. You’d reversed your pull, stopping him just centimeters from your pussy so that he can feel the heat from your sex but can’t actually touch you. He sticks his tongue out, desperate, and tries to stretch it as far as he can.

It’s not enough, and he groans.

“Beg.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

Sukuna is almost fed up with this game, he’s frustrated and he’s harder than he’s ever been and he just wants to make you come apart on his fucking tongue, so why does he need to beg for it?

“Please, let me slide my long, warm tongue up your cunt and, please let me make you feel good.” His tone is sarcastic, but there’s enough desperation behind it to allow him. You slacken the line, and he dives right in without missing a beat.

The noises he makes are downright feral as he licks and laps, suckles and slurps up your pussy. His tongue is just as long and warm as he’d promised, and so practiced that he’s already making your toes curl. He licks up from your hole, collecting the mix of your slick and his pre and spreading it further up your folds to your clit. He latches on there for a moment, suckling and flicking his tongue over the swollen bud before moving down again to press his tongue as deep into you as he can.

Tasting your depths makes him groan, he’s grinding his hips into nothing, the very tip of his cock barely brushing against the throne. He slides one hand up your thigh, intent on fingering you, but you smack it away.

Sukuna glares up at you, eyes catlike and intense. “You’re not allowed to use anything but your mouth to make me cum, you got that? Be good. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

And then, as if you know just what makes him tick, you’ve got both of your hands in his hair and are petting him so gently that he can’t help but follow your orders. He will, oh he will, he promises silently. Just you wait.

He adjusts slightly, changing his angle and suddenly it’s like you’re seeing stars. He really does know what he’s doing as he flicks his tongue over your clit a few times before suckling again. A method he repeats as he spells his own name on your sensitive bud until you fall apart.

And oh, how your orgasm washes over you. It’s pure bliss, the hardest you’ve ever cum. It starts in your belly and spreads all the way to your fingertips, and Sukuna moans so prettily when he feels you cum on his tongue.

It was worth it, he decides then. Playing this game with you has been worth it because you are such a sight as you writhe and twitch beneath his touch. You hadn’t noticed that he pushed your thighs apart even more, one hand one each as his fingers dug and kneaded into the soft skin there.

He brings you down, works you through it, and for a moment he’d forgotten all about the hard-on that is raging between his knees. After a moment he finally pulls back, looking up at you with such a complicated expression. He’s still fighting it, still fighting himself.

“Please,” he breathes softly, “Please it hurts… I need…”

“Hmm?” you say lazily, sliding forward once more so that you can lean down and plant a sweet, gentle kiss on his lips. You swipe your tongue out, tasting yourself and licking into his mouth. He moans into you, melting at your affection.

“Please,” he breathes heavily, “It hurts, please let me fuck you.”

“Hmm… try again,” you say, standing. You pull him up by the chain, push him back into the throne with a hand on his chest. Sukuna looks up at you with wide, surprised eyes. He has no idea what’s going on.

“I don’t-”

“You want to fuck me? Or do you want to be fucked by me? Only one of those things is going to happen, handsome.”

“I…” he swallows again, gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles go white. “I want you to fuck me… please.”

His tone is stiff, but his cock betrays him as it twitches and throbs hard at the thought of such a thing. Sukuna isn’t someone who gets fucked. Sukuna is the one fucking, always. He takes what he wants, always.

He isn’t… given things.

But then you’re straddling his lap, and he can feel the wet heat of your cunt just above his aching cockhead and his mind goes completely blank. It’s all he can do to not grab onto your hips and slam you down and fuck you like he wants. Fuck you, like he needs.

Finally he feels your pussy on him, feels your slick dripping down his shaft, and he groans low in his chest. It reverberates through both of you as you brace yourself on his shoulders and guide yourself to sink down. Slowly, oh god it’s so slow. Why are you so slow? He needs to be buried, he needs it more than he’s ever needed anything in his existence.

And you’re tight. That’s probably the most agonizing thing. You’re squeezing him so well, squeezing every inch of him as you take him bit by bit. He thinks he might burst just from this. It takes all of his self control, between not taking you the way he wants, and not cumming immediately. He’s so built up, it hurts, it feels amazing, he hates it, he loves it.

You lean forward, kissing his jaw up to his ear, where you whisper, “Be a good boy, and move for me, yeah? It’s easier for you and I still want you to make me feel good. You better not cum until after I do, though.”

He shivers. His flesh pebbles beneath your touch and your words, the prospect of finally getting to do something instead of just accepting what you give him. He’s under no illusions though, he knows that you’re in control here. He knows that if he does anything wrong, does anything without permission, you’ll punish him. Make him wait.

He can’t wait.

He plants his feet solidly, grips onto your hips, and pulls you off of him. He’s so strong, he really could break you, but he doesn’t. Instead he plunges you back down onto his cock as he cants his hips upwards. His head drags along your sweet spot, rubs against your walls as he fucks you. Fucks you on him. Whatever, it doesn’t matter, all that matters is that he’s finally got his cock buried inside of you and you’re moaning so fucking pretty for him.

The only thing that matters is making you cum. He reaches up with one hand to pinch and tweak at a nipple, making you throw your head back as you’re bounced on his dick. He loves this the most. Loves to see you in ecstasy because of him. For once in all of his lives he doesn’t care so much about his own pleasure, he just wants to see you fall apart again, knowing that it was him doing it to you.

The way your tits bounce, the way your belly jiggles, everything about you moves with the impact and Sukuna is mesmerized. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful in all the ways he isn’t.

Where he is hard muscle, callous, crude, evil; you are the opposite. Soft, sweet, good, and he’d rather take on every sorcerer in the world than go against your word.

If you asked him to jump he would ask how high, and he’s finally accepted that as he bullies his thick, fat cock up against your cervix. As he thumbs circles into your clit and suckles on one of your nipples. Every drag of him through your walls brings you closer, closer, until you’re crying out for him.

Watching you cum on his tongue is nothing like watching you cum on his dick. Feeling the way you pulse and twitch all the way to your core around him. He’s barely held out, he can’t take it anymore, and on the tail-end of your orgasm he cums. He cums so much, pumps you so full that it squelches out of you and pours down to the throne between you. He moans, too, rests his head against your chest as he rocks his hips slowly bringing you both down. His arms wrap around your back to hold you close, to keep you there.

He can’t let you go. He can’t think about you being anywhere else, because he might go insane. He needs you. More than just sexually. He needs you to be here, with him. Always.

The kiss you give him makes butterflies swim in his belly, it’s slow and full of love and he doesn’t understand. Why? Why would you kiss him so wonderfully, show him so much that he’s never had? He can’t wrap his head around it.

And then you kiss him again, and again. And your tongue is so small, and so sweet and fuck if he’s not getting hard again.

“Come on, big boy. You can go again, can’t you?”

[mayullla]

Title: "Don't tell others but you are my favorite." (Genshin Orphanage au)

Character(s): Kazuha, Thoma and Xiangling (Genshin impact)

Summary: (request) Orphanage au; The kids adore you so when they found out that you like them the most they are very happy!

Warnings/Tags: A lil platonic yandere for Kazuha but mostly fluff, technically SAGAU, gn!reader

Kazuha

The boy was peacefully drinking his tea in the garden after watering the plants together with you. He was sitting on the bench when you walked over to him taking a seat right beside him. You sighed tiredly when he looked at you telling you to open your mouth. You tilted your head confused and hesitantly opened your mouth when he put something on your mouth.

It’s sweet…

“It is a blueberry from the garden, I saw that they ripen so I wanted you to taste them.” You were surprised at how sweet the blueberry was because you remembered in the past the blueberry plant in the garden was always sour and small compared to the ones you see in the market.

“Thank you, Kazuha. You said smiling at the young boy who had a calm smile on his face. You looked around to see if there were any kids around the garden only to see that it was you and Kazuha. You looked at him and in a small voice, “Don't tell the others but you are my favorite, alright?” You placed your index finger in front of your lip indicating that it was a secret between the two of you.

Kazuha’s reaction when you said it was adorable, freezing as if surprised at your words and slowly a small blush bloomed on the young boy's face. The boy’s smile widens placing a finger on his lips to tell you that he will keep it a secret.

You laughed, patting his head. When you were suddenly called by Itto, standing up you were about to head to him when you felt someone tug your hand. You looked to see Kazuha, his small hand holding yours tightly.

"Can we hold hands?" Kazuha asked, "I want to hold hand with ___." He bashfully asked. You almost wanted to squeal at how cute this child was acting but instead, you just smiled and nodded.

You didn't see hidden in the bushes was Venti and Xiao glaring daggers at Kazuha and Kazuha who know that they were there smiling at them as if he has done no wrong.

“Is something wrong Kazuha? Did you leave something on the bench?” You asked curiously, looking back. Kazuha tighten his hold on your hand and when your eyes meet he shook his head. “No, it is nothing. I was just looking at how pretty the garden was.”

“You are such a sweet boy, Kazuha.”

Thoma and Xiangling

The two children were helping you take the groceries back to the orphanage. They were always the ones that ask you if they could come with you to the market and groceries. And they were always happy when you picked them sure other kids also want to join along yet somehow in your gut you knew that unlike the other kids they really like going to the market to see the fresh vegetables and food to eat.

Really it is adorable, whenever Xianglig finds an interesting ingredient and then asks you if you could buy even just a bit for her to taste and make a dish with it despite the fact that you would not allow her near the stove. Thoma always pulled your hand heading towards the fresh vegetables and meat with a good deal, and when maybe because he was a young child whenever he tries to haggle the price more often than not you and he would be leaving with the best deals.

The sellers, and even the aunties and grannies who also shop there always smile when they see you and the two kids. They would tell you about how cute the kids were, and sometimes even give you something for free for you and the kids.

Thoma and Xinagling always smile brightly when they get something for free making many laugh at how adorable they were. This time it was a granny who walked up to you telling you to show your hand to her.

She placed something on your hand which much to your surprise it was candy. She told you that she brought it for you and the kids hoping to meet you today and she did. You thank her and after a bit, you and the kids headed out the market stalls.

While walking you looked at the candy in your hand and then the kids who were also helping you carry the vegetables, Thoma would nag till you gave him the heaviest bag while Xiangling was skipping as she rambled about food she is gonna help make.

You told them to stop for a moment, and they looked at you curiously on their hands you placed multiple of the candy the granny gave you. And when they looked at you surprised as they thought that they would be sharing that candy with the other kids you placed a finger in front of your lips. “Shh, don't tell anyone alright? You are my favorites.”

Their eyes widen, you watched as Thoma flushed red in embarrassment but you could see the smile on his face clutching the candy tightly in his hands. Xiangling almost screamed in excitement and jumped clinging to your neck giving you a tight hug.

When you went back after making dinner with Xiangling who helped and gave you tips in cooking after she ran to her room to hide the candies, you watched most of the kids staring at Thoma suspiciously while the boy was had the happiest grin on his face. When asked Thoma and Xiangling both told everyone nothing happened on the trip to the market.

[erodasfishtacos]

how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?

Seperation

prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.

warnings: angst

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It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.

Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.

Ezra was another story.

YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.

He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).

It was at night time.

She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.

When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.

Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.

“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.

YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.

At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.

When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.

She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.

It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.

YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.

It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”

“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.

“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.

That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.

“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s���daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.

“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.

“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”

The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”

“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.

“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”

Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.

“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.

“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”

YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.

“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.

“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”

The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f��your mama and go back to bed?”

They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.

“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.

“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.

“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”

“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.

Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”

YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.

“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”

“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.

“Daddy, daddy, come on.”

Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”

And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.

“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”

And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.

In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.

Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.

He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.

“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.

Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.

At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.

She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.

By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.

The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“

He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”

“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”

Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.

“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.

Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”

“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.

“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“

“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.

“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“

“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.

Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.

He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.

“Please, let me apologize-“

“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.

They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.

He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.

-

He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.

Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.

Ezra must still be in bed.

“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.

“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.

“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.

Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”

“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme

“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.

“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”

Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”

He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”

-

Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.

Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.

Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.

She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”

The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.

YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.

Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.

Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.

“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.

Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.

Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.

Just like before.

“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.

Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.

“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.

“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.

“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.

Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”

YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”

He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”

“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.

“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.

You were letting him suffer.

YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?

“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“

His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.

Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.

He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.

It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.

He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.

-

Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.

He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.

“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.

“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.

“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.

“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.

Harry nearly whimpers.

“Baby, please. We need to talk-“

“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”

Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.

“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.

She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.

“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.

“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.

“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.

“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.

The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”

Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.

He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.

“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”

“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.

Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.

“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.

“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.

-

Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.

YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***

Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.

“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.

He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”

-

The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.

When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.

Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”

“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”

Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”

YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”

He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”

YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.

“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.

“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.

“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.

-

Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.

Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.

As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”

They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”

“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.

The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.

How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.

Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.

She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.

Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.

By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.

“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.

“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.

-

That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.

Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.

When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.

They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.

And yeah, everything is okay after that.

They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.

(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)

[mithrilhearts]

Hi Razzy I love youuuu!! <3 Do you think that you could write a lil bit for the fic where Bilbo and Thorin elope in Vegas and then it turns out that Thorin is his new next door neighbor? Maybe using the prompt "berry picking" from the summer stories prompts? (imagine i've inserted the lil eyeball emojis here)

YES HELLO!!!

Thanks for sending in this prompt/ask!! :D This is my first time poking at this AU since the plot bunny, so this may or may not end up canon, but this is what I WOULD DO with this prompt and this AU-verse at this time, I think.

I hope you enjoy it, and get some sort of vibe as to what this fic could be!

-> Fuck Thy Neighbor (Plot Bunny) -> Summer Stories (Week 1)

Berry Picking

Bilbo wanted everything to be perfect for Drogo and Primula’s wedding, so when Prim had asked him to bake, he was going to do only the best he could. That meant fresh berries and fruits picked by his own hand. Not to mention, the local orchard farm was always a wonderful sight to see. The smell of ripe berries and fresh apples always tickled his nose in the best of ways.

This wasn’t just about the wedding sweets, but Bilbo often found baking to be a great passion, and a great way to relieve stress. He’d been dubbed a ‘stress baker’ for far too long, and to deny those labels now would be foolish. So the more supplies he had, the more baking he’d end up doing. With the current issue that was his new next-door neighbor on his hands…the house was going to be only two bread loaves short of opening up a damn bakery.

With a sun hat over his head and a basket hooked at his elbow, Bilbo just grumbled to himself as he inspected each apple carefully before either leaving it on the tree or plucking it by the stem to be sliced up later in his kitchen. He was a particularly picky man when it came to his fruits and vegetables, whether eating them or picking them out to see which had the most potential to be the most flavorful. Of course, his grumbling had nothing to do with bruised skins or fruit not being ripe enough for the picking. It was about that stupid neighbor of his.

A stupid neighbor that just so happened to be married to him in the eyes of the law.

Bilbo’s stomach lurched at the thought as he shook his head, snagging another apple into his hand and inspecting it before plucking it from the tree and carefully placing it in his basket alongside a few others.

Sooner or later he’d need to contact an attorney and relay this ridiculous story of how he had gotten accidentally married to some yeehaw whose last name he didn’t even know until a piece of Thorin Durin’s mail ended up in his mailbox by mistake. How embarrassing. The thought made Bilbo’s cheeks burn as if the sun were getting to him, and it prompted him to tug on that sunhat a bit harder in adjustment, grumbling to himself as his inspection continued.

Meanwhile across the lot…

“You can’t eat those yet!” Thorin growled towards a young blond kid who had berries in his hands and was running from his uncle while having the audacity to laugh about it. “Fili!” Thorin barked, tossing aside his basket of blueberries, and those laughing giggles turned into two and were more squeals than anything as Kili joined into the fray.

Two young boys were notorious for causing trouble. No wonder Dis wanted a day to herself and directed Thorin to take Fili and Kili to the orchard by himself. So much for ‘they’ll be on their best behavior!’, which was hardly the case as they ran, unclean berries in their hands and shoving them into their mouths–or trying to. The fact that both kids looked as if they’d stuck their heads in giant jam jars was something else.

Thorin was not handling bath time for them later. Rotten little rugrats–but he loved them dearly, even if his puffed out red cheeks at the moment said otherwise.

“Fili! Kili!” Thorin yelled, trying to wrangle the two kids, but for some reason, he had a hard time getting a hold of them. Charging after the two near the apple trees, and watching one of them clip their foot against a ladder as he was passing by, Thorin halted. The squeal from both of his nephews, and whatever gentleman had been up there picking apples rang loud in his ears. His arms automatically extended…and it was as if fate truly wanted to have the last laugh in making his day a big berry-covered and sticky misery.

“Wah!!” Bilbo squealed as soon as he had been caught, and stared into the eyes of his savior who had his firm arms locked around him…bridal style. “You!” With his brows knitting together, Bilbo wasn’t sure whether to start squirming or not as his cheeks continued to heat up in embarrassment, and even more agitation. “Put me down this instant!”

“You’re welcome!?” Thorin had half a mind to just drop Bilbo like a sack of potatoes at the lack of manners with such an unexpected rescue, but something in him tugged at his better judgment and placed his less than neighborly neighbor back onto his feet. “How about a thank you it’s not that hard.”

“It’s not my fault my ladder was jostled. I was minding my own business, thank you very much,” Bilbo’s eyes dropped to the ground where his perfectly plucked apples lay scattered, his face wilting in the process. “My apples…”

Thorin let out a heavy sigh, casting a glance over his shoulder toward two very guilty-looking young boys. “My berries…” He lamented, just as pathetically as Bilbo had before kneeling to start picking up the fallen apples from Bilbo’s collection. “Sorry.” It wasn’t the most heartfelt of apologies, but the intent was there. It was more than what the grump next door deserved in Thorin’s eyes, but then again…Bilbo had a right to be agitated.

“No, it’s okay…they’re kids, and they look sorry enough for the both of us,” Bilbo sighed as he was also collecting his spilled spoils before he and Thorin inadvertently reached for the same apple. One hand clasped over the other only to lock eyes for a moment too long. It was Bilbo who retracted his hand first. “Thank you.”

“Mm, welcome. I hope you plan to do something nice with these, you’ve picked all the really good ones.”

“Only the best for my apple pies. You should see the blueberry and blackberry buckets I have already. Primula is a big fan of my baked goods, but only if they’re fresh berries and apples. I’d hate to disappoint her on her big day.”

“A wedding?” Thorin asked with an arched brow as he placed the last apple in Bilbo’s bucket and rose back to his feet. “A properly planned one, I hope.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bilbo squinted his eyes as he followed suit and rose to his full height, which was a head shorter than the man in front of him. “If you’re implying our make-believe Vegas wedding would have any influence on this one, you’re sorely mistaken–”

“Uncle Thorin! Your blueberries!” Fili shouted, Kili toddling up behind him as the basket of berries was being awkwardly carried by the oldest of the kids.

“Thanks, Fee!” Thorin’s tone changed like the flip of a switch, not wanting to confuse his poor nephews with talk of weddings, husbands, and especially not Vegas. “Your mother will turn this into great muffins, yeah?”

“Yeah!” Fili and Kili shouted in unison as their big eyes landed on Bilbo. “Sorry about your ladder, Sir.”

“It’s quite alright, no one was hurt,” Bilbo encouraged sweetly, wearing that same tone that Thorin did that told kids that there was nothing to worry about here, even if moments before there had been bickering between himself and his…whatever Thorin was.

Wasn’t it like every married couple to bicker? That was another thought that made Bilbo shiver, but there was also something insanely humorous about it, which meant a real smile stretched across his lips.

“We need to make our way to the blackberry brambles and then we’re out of here. Say goodbye to Mister Bilbo.”

“Oh, like your neighbor Mister Bilbo?” Fili asked curiously, sending Thorin’s head spinning.

Way to expose that Thorin had talked about the guy on at least one occasion…by name…and in a non-malicious way, because why would one share that type of conversation with a couple of kids?

“Yep, that’s him, my neighbor Mister Bilbo, now…let’s go,” Thorin sighed, scooping up his basket of berries and prodding both boys at the back with his hands, “before you say anything else to embarrass me…”

And as Thorin prodded his nephews off, Bilbo simply watched in amusement, wondering if he had gathered enough berries for his impending baking frenzy…or if perhaps he still needed a few more baskets of blackberries especially before calling it a day here at the orchard farm.

Well…why not? Berry picking was most certainly a calming and favorite pastime of his and it had absolutely nothing to do with Thorin and his nephews making their way towards the brambles. Not at all.

[mizunetzu]

can I request bakugou x male reader where femboyreader is smol, pretty quite and nice, and suprisingly are really ruthless on the battlefield and bakugou is just wondering where he got it from. Until next week bakugou meets his father's and brothers and all of them are tall and very manly men. But civil and nice. Hope you have a nice day,😊

LMAO THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE

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Bakugou x reader - My Cute Boyfriend and His Tough-Ass Family

⚠️warnings - femboy reader, if that’s a trigger?

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Bakugou didn’t know where it came from.

One minute he was small and weak, wearing a new, girly hair pin everyday and complimenting one of the girls on their newly painted nails. The next thing he knew, he was just as batshit crazy as him during hero practice.

“Eat shit and die!” Bakugou flung across the air, sending a big blast over to (Y/n’s) location. (Y/n) sped away, dodging it with his quirk. He growled.

“Go to fucking hell!”

“Like hell I would, shit-for-brains! Suck my dick!” Bakugou landed on the ground, softening the impact with a blast pointed towards the floor. He stood there, a few good feet away from (Y/n). They were both breathing heavily, glaring down each other like they wanted to absolutely murder the other.

(Y/n) let out a piercing battle cry, before charging head first towards Bakugou and bringing his arms out to tackle him. Bakugou followed suite, charging towards him like a bull with his arm outstretched to deck him in the face.

They got closer and closer, Bakugou’s flashy explosions igniting in the air while (Y/n’s) quirk began to power up. Closer, closer, until-

“Times up!”

All might yelled over the intercom, and both students skidded awkwardly to a stop. Bakugou tumbled over with an angry shout, and (Y/n) sputtered, tripping over Bakugou’s torso making him fall to the ground as well.

“Get offa’ me, crossdresser!”

“I’m not a crossdresser, spiky bitch!”

“Your hero costume is literally a fucking skirt-!”

“Alright alright, young men! The battle is over, no need to keep fighting!” All Might awkwardly chuckled from the intercom. (Y/n) pouted, and swept himself off of Bakugou. Bakugou scoffed aswell, not even looking at (Y/n) as they both walked towards the observation building.

——

“Aaah! Katsuki! I’m sorry for yelling at you during hero training today!”

(Y/n) jogged up to Bakugou, gently clutching his backpack straps and slowing down to a walk. Bakugou huffed. There he went again, that totally insane side of him that came from absolutely nowhere was gone.

“Like I care, shit-for-brains.”

“A-anyways,” (Y/n) cleared his throat. “Do you wanna study at my house today? Or just...y’know, hangout?”

(Y/n) blushed as he ended his question. Bakugou stared down at him. If he told someone this was the same person yelling insults and profanities on the battlefield while fucking shit up, they’d think he was lying.

“(Y/n’s) house?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever been there before...”

“Sorry, did you say something? You’re not really the type to mumb-“

“I didn’t say shit, shittyass! Go die!” Bakugou yelled. (Y/n) chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t think you’ve ever been to my house either.” (Y/n) sighed. Bakugou scoffed and shoved his hands further down his pockets. “You better make a good impression on my family, or they probably won’t let me hang out with you anymore.”

His family was probably just as fragile and dainty as him, was what Bakugou thought. He already saw the hugs and kisses and the “Hello, Mrs. and Mr. (L/n)” he’d have to choke out. He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

——

“I’m home!”

A woman’s voice echoed through the house as (Y/n) and Bakugou both took off their shoes.

“Welcome back!”

“I brought my boyfriend over mom! Bakugou Katsuki-the one I was telling you about!”

He heard his mom gasp and timper into the entrance of the house, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon. Bakugou was right. Dainty, fragile mother; dainty, fragile (Y/n).

Bakugou cleared his throat, suppressing the gag that was about to come out.

“P-pardon the intrusion.”

“...Ehhhh? (Y/n), don’t tell me you brought one of your little dress-up friends over.” A different voice came from behind both (Y/n) and Bakugou. A young, male voice. Bakugou whipped his head around.

“Haaah?!”

“Ooooh! Feisty!”

The boy, who couldn’t be older than a middle schooler, cracked his knuckles. There was something so familiar about the way he talked.

“What’d you say to me, you extra?!”

“K-katsuki...” (Y/n) whisper-yelled, wrapping his arms around Bakugou in attempts to hold him back. The boy laughed in his face.

Just as the boy was about to say something, an older boy chopped him in the back of the neck, effectively subduing the smaller one.

“Shut up! (Y/n) said he was bringing his boyfriend over! Don’t scare him away like we do all of his other friends.”

Bakugou looked up at the older one. He looked about his age, but damn was he tall. And muscular too. The boy from before may have been at least athletic-looking, but this guy just...

“W-who the hell-?!”

“Now, now boys. Don’t need to get so physical.” A deeper, throaty voice came from down the hallway, it’s heavy footsteps growing louder and louder as it came closer. A tall, well built man came through the hall, crossing his arms. You could clearly see his muscles bulge through his office shirt. “Did you all come back from school? Welcome back.”

All three boys chorused out a string of hellos. Bakugou looked from who he assumed was the dad, then the two boys, than (Y/n).

There was no way in hell they were related.

“Are-“ Bakugou croaked. “Are you adopted or something?!”

“Katsuki!”

His mother laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. (Y/n’s) mother was the only one who Bakugou would assume was, well, his mother. But these...men?

“You’re probably the only person who didn’t go running once they saw these boys in our house, Katsuki. A lot of (Y/n’s) little friends go running because Natsu teases them too much or Kaito and his father scares them off.”

“This one’s different, mom!” (Y/n) intertwined his hands with Bakugou’s. “Sometimes I yell and get all bwaaah during training-but he doesn’t mind!”

“Oh, well that’s good,” (Y/n’s) father ran a hand through his hair. “That explains why he hasn’t ran off the moment we walked in.”

Bakugou blinked. (Y/n) leaned in close. “Trust me, it happened before.”

(Y/n) timpered off to greet his brothers. Bakugou looked between all 3 boys. Despite how built and tall these testosterone-soaked males were, the way they talked and carried themselves gave off the same energy (Y/n) did during hero training. Was that where he got it? From these...men?

(Y/n) was forced into a headlock, his brother laughing scrubbing at his forehead as (Y/n) groaned. He thrashed around, albeit laughing, and tried to pry off his brothers hands.

“Come on-I thought you were training to be a hero! Where’s your muscles, huh?”

“I could easily throw you into the sun, don’t start. You’re just jealous I look better in skirt than you do.”

“Bullshit! I’m sexy as fuck!” His grip was temporarily loosened, giving (Y/n) the opportunity to slip out. “It’s not my fault none of your skirts fit me!”

“...But you know who it would fit?” (Y/n’s) other brother, the middle schooler, turned mischievously towards Bakugou.

“Hell no.”

——

“I’m going to fucking murder you.”

“Hey, now. That’s not very hero-like.”

“Yeah Katsuki! Not very heroic of you.”

“Murder is no good. You’ll get (Y/n)-nii’s dress dirty.”

Bakugou shook with anger as he stood in (Y/n’s) room. He sported a pink, frilly, strawberry-pink dress, that had small strawberries littered around it and stopped below his knees. His muscles peeked through the soft thin material of the dress, and the way he stood with his legs spread apart angrily was hidden under the layers of pink.

“Oh! Oh! Wait!” (Y/n) stepped into his closet with an excited smile. After a few seconds of rustling and shoving away hangers, (Y/n) popped back out with a matching dress on. His dress, however, had a baby blue tint with small blueberries scattered across the fabric.

(Y/n) did a little twirl. “Don’t I look pretty, Katsuki?”

Bakugou, crossed his arms, doing whatever it took to suppress the blush growing on his face. “Sure...whatever.”

(Y/n) happily stood next to Bakugou, smoothing out the crinkles in his blueberry dress and grabbing hold of Bakugou’s hand. “Tada~! We match~”

“You guys look like the strawberry and blueberry milk boxes I buy from vending machines at school.”

“Haah?!” (Y/n) gripped Bakugou’s hand harder. “What’d you say?!”

Bakugou stole a glance at (Y/n’s) angry face. Not gonna lie, he thought it was a bit attractive when he looked like he was gonna beat up his own brother in a frilly blue dress. He pursed his lips.

These guys taught (Y/n) well. If (Y/n) wasn’t as intense as he was during hero work, he didn’t think he’d ever fall in love with him, not the same way he is right now, at least. He felt sorta glad his family wasn’t a soft, fragile family of extras. Bakugou closed his eyes, and smirked.

“Yeah! The fuck’d you say to us, you lil punks?!”

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[autistic-and-radical]

Dating Kurt wagner would include:

A/N: Man, I'm a whore for this blueberry, we have to protect this smile

pairing: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler x fem! reader

Warnings: Peter Maximoff ( yes, it's a warning) insecure Kurt, fluff, S L I G H T NSFW, swearing,

This baby is insecure, he'd never think that a girl like you would like to date a demon like him bc in his eyes you are the most perfect person in the world.

He's lil scared that you'll leave him for a more "normal" guy

When you talk to another boy he doesn't get jealous, he gets sad and even more insecure

Cuddles always cheer him up

Especially if you play with his tail while snuggling into his furry chest

Pls tell him that you love him all the time, it makes our cinnamon roll feel better with himself and the way he looks.

"Liebling, why did you choose to date me?

Super touchy and clingy (but not in a bad way)

Loves to nuzzle into you

He feels the need to touch you whenever he can

expect a lot of hands holding (basically, you hold one of his fingers), putting his arms around you, surprise hugs, and sweet sweet kisses all over your face.

Is shy about PDA but loves it

Gets flustrated SUPER EASILY

All you have to do is place your hand on his thigh, whisper to his ear, or even pull on his shirt

It makes him hard, unintentionally

Once Peter noticed a tent in Kurt's pants after you pressed smooch to his shoulder

Now Peter teases him about this accident ALL. THE. TIME.

he might not look like it, but this bastard is K I N K Y

wear his clothes = boner

He purrs a lot

like he always purrs

cuddle? purring

date? purring

just reading together? purring

Sitting on the couch on a rainy day, drinking tea, and enjoying each other love

Super loving and caring boyfriend

Girl, you're so lucky

School's power couple

He loves you soo much, pls don't break his heart or I'll find you

He wants to marry you one day and have children with you, but if you don't, he's completely fine with it

Such a gentleman

Your comfort and safety are the most important things

Will do anything to protect you

Usually, you don't argue but if you do, then the argument is about Kurt being scared that dating him will be bad for your mental health

King of aftercare

And king oh your heart

Believe me, you'll be happy with him

[divinefireangel]

Heyy because SF9 are giants, can I have a reaction on how they are with tiny/shorter s/o? 💗

For some reason I'm smiling like an idiot while writing this 🤦🏾‍♀️😔

Warnings: Fluff. I just went off :].

Youngbin:

Omg he loves you to bits

Thinks you're the cutest fucking thing ever

Since he's tall, he will be kissing your head a lot

Pets you a lot

Looks at you with that smile he gives Jaeyoon when he eats

So much love 😭

Loves to watch you struggle with the higher cabinets tho lol

Laughs adorably seeing your sad plight

"You are so cute "

You can't ever be upset at him cause KISSYS

So many of em you're drowning

Everytime you seem to feel bad about your height, he'll kiss you

Okay his favourite thing ever is when he picks you up to sit you on the counter

Also melts when you just flop on top of him 🥺

Like a puppy who's happy to see him

Inseong:

Proud parent when you do literally ANYTHING????

Like sir, you are hubby. PLS

Laughs cutely at EVERYTHING you do

Why am I screaming?

His favourite thing ever is to rest his head atop yours

It's actually comfortable

For the both of you don't worry 😂

But he's ready to lean down to your height without any hesitation

He claims it's to make it easier for you

But the truth is he can't hear a thing you're saying 💀

He'll NEVER make fun of your height

In fact he'll reassure you that you aren't tiny

But just are fun sized XD

Will beat up anyone who makes fun of your height (including members 💀)

YOU'RE NO. 1 HYPE MAN AKA CHEERLEADER

My god he's whipped cause of your smallness

Jaeyoon:

My hubby 🥺

He's always hugging you

Feels this eerie sense of wanting to protect every time when he's near you

And hugs are always bear hugs btw

Kisses you hair so much

When you look at him with those doe eyes as you struggle to keep your head up

My gosh he loses it

Chances of crying cause of your tinyness : VERY HIGH

Loves carrying you bridal style

Loves seeing you in his clothes

Literally any piece of his clothing lmao

He also loves that even though you are so much smaller than him

He can freely lay on top of you, head on your chest and just sleep there

Won't ever admit it

But when you play with his hair or cheeks when he's cuddling you like a baby

He knows he's home 😭

Dawon:

"Baby baby baby babyyyy"

But those aren't the only petnames he uses lmao

He comes up with so many creative ones like grape, blueberry, muffin, chocolate chip, etc etc

It's all food names

And only the foods he can easily hold in his hands lol

So small foods names 😂😂

Adores when you hug him and put your head on his shoulder

Well you try for shoulder but end up on his pec

He loves holding your face with both his hands🥺

He's a meanie so he will purposely keep things on higher shelves

Only for you to call him and ask for his help

Loves giving you piggy back rides

Makes sure to lean down to kiss your cheek when you aren't paying him attention

Solely to startle you 💀

Zuho:

*sobs in huru*

SO SOFT

SO WORRIED THAT YOU MIGHT HURT YOURSELF DOING DANGEROUS STUFF

Like jumping, standing on your toes, trying to fit in between tall people, etc

His go to reaction whenever you seem tiny is just cooing

Like he coos his cats 🥺

His hands are always touching you

Either they are holding your own or on your shoulders

On his feet every time you need help

Especially when you don't need it 😂

The most Protective Boyfriend™ ever

Okay but he's gonna be super super clingyyy

Cute clingy but still clingy

You know that thing parents do with toddlers? When they make the kid stand on their feet and walk making them laugh uncontrollably?

He's gonna insist on doing that so much 🥺

If you seem like you'll fall, it's okay

He'll catch you and never let you go

Rowoon:

*cries*

HE'S SO FUCKING HAPPY OKAY

Like yeah there are many disadvantages

BUT YOU'RE SO EFFIN CUTE

He genuinely thinks he can keep you in his pocket

Always messes up your hair

ON PURPOSE

Skinship to the max

But due to the height difference

It's just hand holding

Your hand looks so small in his 🥺

Just completely hid away in his palm

Aggressive but kind compliments and gestures

Like pulling you towards him when he senses danger and stuff

Readily picks you up to kiss you 💀

Always taken aback when you hug him

You can barely reach his heart 😭

But you already are in there so it doesn't matter

Yoo Taeyang:

Our god, Yoo TaeYang

His instinct is to hug you from behind

All the damn time

And also to keep you very close to him and his protection

We all know that our sunshine is the type of boyfriend who will coordinate outfits

He loves matching things PLS

So every time he goes shopping, he buys something for the both of you and just cries a lil cause what he's bought for you is so much smaller than his

He loves how since you are small, he can just pick you up in his arms whenever

You can't even protest lmao

Also why he does so much for you

Like the simplest things which you don't even need someone's help for

He does them for you

He cherishes you like that

Silently laughs at your struggles too 💀💀

Hwiyoung:

The first one

I repeat

THE FIRST ONE

To beg you to wear his clothes

Lemme explain.

You is tiny baby

He is not so tiny baby

So his clothes on you will make you look like tinier baby

Making his heart swell in his chest

Pinches you cheeks till they go pink

When you nuzzle your face into his broad self

He feels like he'll fall on the ground

Just an overall simp, if you may

He's never gonna let go of your hand cause he fears you may get hurt if he let's go

If you whine about your height he whines that if you were taller you wouldn't be as cute

Chani:

Boy ain't that tall

But that won't stop him from making fun of your height every single chance he gets

It's okay tho cause he will hold you hand while nagging you

That is in public

At home, is a different story

He's literally all over you

He won't express it out loud but he's silently begging for you to ask for his help with anything

Like getting the snack box from the higher kitchen cabinet

Or your book that he kept on the shelf you can't quite reach

Loves drowning you in his hoodies

Especially when you make sweater paws

If you grab his cheeks to kiss him with your sweater paws

He will start crying.

Cuddles with you being small spoon ALWAYS

I have a feeling that his hugs are heavenly when you're shorter than him

Your arms easily circle his waist, head naturally rests on his shoulder, ears able to hear his heartbeat

He loves pulling you towards him by your clothes cause you collide with his chest when he does that

[doubledgesword-2]

Hello lovely! How pe you’re having a nice weekend!💕

I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if I could request a head cannon or Drabble of adult trip with a blind darling??

Hope you have a nice day!💕✨

Aww yeeesh! I did have a lovely day and a nice weekend, thank you so much! Here's your nice cup of Rose tea hon, enjoy it!

WARNING TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF AND A LIL BIT OF OOC! ENJOY!

Chrollo

Whether you were born like this or you had an accident that took your sight, it doesn't matter; Chrollo would do everything for you.

And when I say everything, I mean every little thing, from guiding you around the room to bathing you or showering with you to help. 

"Chrollo, I can do it; you don't have to worry" you chuckle nervously as his hand gently scrub your arm; you feel his fingers gently rub the soap on your shoulder, and you're hoping he can't see you blush. 

"Hush, dear, and let me love you" he kisses your shoulder, and you shudder at the feeling of his warm lips against your skin. 

When you casually ask how the clouds look like or what color is the ocean, or what color are the trees this time of the year, his eyes tear up a bit. He looks at you with a drunk love look and a warm smile.

 You're so perfect for him, because him being a romantic, this is the perfect time to be poetic. 

He will find an object that's very soft and very fluffy in texture; his hand will take yours and slowly drag it through the material so you can feel every single fiber of it. 

"That's how clouds are like, love. This time of year, the trees are red, and that's like cinnamon, and the ocean is blue, and aqua and those are like salty blueberries." 

"Ewww!" You laughed, and he chuckled, still holding your hand in his. This moment was a real treasure for him.  

"May I see how You look like?" He immediately tears up. This boi is low key the most sentimental in situations like these ones. He can't help but be overwhelmed. Sure he's a thief, but he's a humble one, albeit unfair on occasions but never with you. 

Chrollo takes your hands and places them on his cheek. Your fingers feel so soft on his skin, almost like you're afraid to damage him. They glide over his nose, feeling how it arches, over his eyebrows and his eyelids. 

Then they pass over the cross on his forehead into his hair, caressing it until your arms are looped around his neck and you hug him close, your ear on his chest listening to his racing heartbeat. 

"You have a strong heart" You can't see how his cheeks are tinted pink or how his breathing has picked up because, dammit, you're amazing at getting these kinds of reactions out of him. 

He will read to you, even though you have learned Braille. He wants you to be drunk on his voice and the passionate way he makes the story's impressions. 

No one, and I mean no one, is allowed to begin a demeaning sentence towards you or some comment about your blindness that makes you uncomfortable. He will shut them up with one look and the flare of his aura.  

When you guys go out, he insists on guiding you even though sometimes you have held him back before a car could run him over because he was too focused on taking care of you. He didn't see the vehicle coming. Ironic. 

"That was a close one, don't you think?" He kissed the crown of your head, holding you close as the two of you kept walking to your destination. "Now, do you believe I can take care of myself?"

"We'll see," he chuckles. 

Illumi 

Your encounter with Illumi is always a tale to tell. 

You see, you were at a coffee shop, drinking your favorite drink and eating a nice treat/pastry when he passed you by dropping one of his pins in the process. He had been so tired and beat that he didn't even notice. First one right there. 

"Excuse me, sir," You bend over and felt for the big round top of the pin until your fingers grasped it and held it tight, minding the other pointy side. "You dropped this" Illumi doesn't say anything in acknowledgment. He simply extends his hand to you. 

But you are not giving him the pin, and this annoys him so much. Then his eyes look up to yours. They are blueish but glazed over and almost white. You're blind. Illumi reaches for your hand, startling you for a quick second, but he picks the pin and lets go. 

"Is this seat taken?" He asks suddenly, and you smile towards his voice.

"Go right ahead." 

That day Illumi was so intrigued by you that he couldn't help but stalk you a bit, you know, for research purposes in case he ever finds an opponent like you. 

But it turns into so much more.

 He meets you every day he can, no matter where he goes with you. He makes no effort to help you, though, and don't expect him to do so. He appreciates you too much, and in his mind, you're like a wild cardinal, and if he were to help you, it's like putting you in a cage. Once he lets you free again, you won't know how to survive on your own. 

He wants you free. He loves you free. 

But that doesn't mean he won't be there for you or step in when circumstances are far too grave for you to handle. 

"Llumi, how does the sky look today?" 

"Gray. It's going to rain" his response makes you chuckle; you have never seen gray, but his honesty makes you smile. You outgrew your frustrations about this situation a long time ago. 

"Can we stay to feel the rain? I want to smell the petrichor once it's over" Illumi looks at you with the same expression he gives everyone. He knows you might catch a cold standing in the rain; he doesn't understand why all you said would be relevant. But then he reminds himself, he has taken for granted all of these things because he can see them. 

"Only a couple of minutes once its starts. If it gets bad, we'll go inside. You can smell the petrichor afterward" he holds your hand, and you two sit there on the park bench. 

Illumi doesn't get cuddly or lovey-dovey with you. Still, he will allow himself moments where he can't help but admire you and be grateful for having you in his life. He will never say that. Ever. But he'll think it.

One time he entered your apartment and found you sitting on the rug in the living room, reading Braile. 

"Illumi is so nice to hear you today. How was your day?" He's always impressed by your ability to sense him. When he asked once how you could recognize him if he was so quiet, you said you could feel his presence in the room since it was calming to you even when he tried to conceal himself. This melted his heart. 

"What are you reading" He came to sit on the sofa, his legs brushing your arms like a loving gesture. Your hand grabbed his leg, squeezing him in recognition, and then went back to the book. 

"Would you like me to read it to you?"

"Yes," It was a lovely evening that day. 

Just like Chrollo, he's very protective of you since his line work makes him kind of famous, some people are bound to have seen you and try to get to you to get to him, and this is where Illumi draws the line. 

Rest assured, no one will touch a single hair on your head if he has his way. The beginning of his bloodlust alone is enough to make everyone panic and turn away.

"Illumi, hon is alright, I'm here, I'm right here. Look at me" you would open the curtain of his luscious hair to hold his face and make him look at you. "I'm fine, see?" 

"They are not worth it," he says after holding you close to him. He'll kill them later. 

Hisoka 

This little shit will always be a little shit, in this case, a loving and understanding one, but still, the point remains. 

You bumped into him on the streets, and the minute it happened, it annoyed him so much. He was in the process of turning and giving you your dues when he noticed you had actually stopped and been grabbing his wrist. 

"I apologize, I'm so sorry" you're not looking at him, and that annoys him even further. 

That's until he notices your vacant look and your body language. You may not be looking at him, but your whole body is poised to listen. Listen to him. 

"Are you blind?" He blurts out but not really; his smirk says it was intentional.

"All my life, sir," you chuckle, letting his wrist go and leaning a bit on your white cane. 

This makes him giggle, and he invites you for a coffee if you're available.

The rest after that marks your relationship. 

Hisoka behaves like a child whenever he's around you. He hides his presence to try and scare you, but you can always sense him. You can even imagine him pouting as you find him and poke him with your cane. 

"Not fair, little fruit." 

"You smell like bubble gum, hon," you chuckle, bringing him down to kiss his cheek. 

He holds you close and loves when you let yourself go and depend on him a little.

 Lke him cooking for you, doing some chores around the house (He doesn't have to, and you tell him that, but he just says you'll have to reward him later), and the two of you baking together—with him covering you in flour as much as he can without you noticing.

"Soka, I know my cheeks and forehead are white; you are a terrible boyfriend, love."

"Mmmmm, so mean, (Y/N)-chan" He kissed you as he puts more flour on your nose. 

Hisoka knows he has to leave for extended periods since he can't stay put in one place plus his job. But will always call you and answer your phone calls no matter if he's fighting with someone at the moment.

 "My precious darling, I *grunts* I'm in the middle of breaking someone's arm at the moment *huffs* can I call you later, love?" You cringe at the sound of the bone-breaking over the phone but chuckle slightly at his antics.

"Yes, you can, Be safe" oh, oh, oh he loves your concern for him. It just makes him moan obscenely in the middle of the fight, making his opponent disgruntled and allowing him to finish them off.

"On second thought, dear, we can talk right now. I'm currently free." 

He will bring you stuff from his travels and jobs, all with different textures and pleasant smells so you can experience them. 

Now this, this is the moment of truth. While you're distracted touching everything he brought, he takes away his texture surprise. Suddenly he lifts your hand to touch his hair, then his face and arms. 

"How does this one feels, mmm?" He hides the fact that he's nervous by being playful, but you can feel him being stiff. 

"It feels soft," then your fingers gingerly brush a big scar over his chest "it feels like no matter what, I love you. Like you can trust me with each one of these" 

He won't admit it, but it's nice that you can't tease him for his blushing cheeks and aghast expression. But he chuckles to alleviate the lump in his throat as he takes your hands in his and pulls you in for a hug. 

When the two of you go out, he's always holding your hand, or you're holding his arm. He has convinced you to not use your white cane while walking with him. He'll be your eyes. 

The moment someone bumps into you…

"Hey, watch where you're going, woman!" 

"Oh, so, so sorry, sir," you apologize, and Hisoka is smiling at the man. 

"Yeah, you better be" 

"Little fruit, do you want to know how fluttering butterflies feel?" As he says so, your face is tickled by a lot of fluttering little wings, and the experience mutes the man's screaming as he Hisoka gently drags you away. 

[mgg-theprettiestboy]

my girls

matthew gray gubler x fem!reader

request: REQUEST FOR FLUFFY DAD MATTHEW HEHE!! you and matthew are in bed cuddled up in the morning and just talking, then your 4 year old(imma name her adria but you can change it!!) daughter comes running in the room and throws herself on the bed with you two. matthew grabs her and starts tickling her and is all around being the BEST dad. matthew and adria go and start breakfast while you shower. when you come and go into the kitchen they are singing and dancing, matthew is doing most of the cooking but lets adria put in the chocolate chips for the pancakes. Yall have a wonderful morning together and at the end maybe you tell matthew that you want another baby but a boy this time and he’s like okay! as soon as yall get adira down for her nap matthew carries you to your guys room and says “baby time now.”

FLUFF!

in which matthew is the dad of the year

warnings: insinuation of sex, getting a little handsy ;)

the best feeling in the world, and you would argue this until you died, was waking up in matthew’s arms. your head tucked under his, with both your arms wrapped around him, and his around you, while your legs were tangled together; it was perfect.

you heard him yawn softly, so you hummed and nuzzled your face into his neck, “morning.”

“hmm, morning,” he mumbled. his morning voice made you feel things.

“how much longer do you think we have until we’re interrupted?” you asked, and matthew smiled, “give it ten minutes. any longer than that and somethings up.”

you nodded in agreement, sighing happily as your husband traced patterns on your back lightly with his finger. his voice broke the peaceful silence, his voice dreamy, “you’re so pretty.”

you pulled your face out of his neck to look up at him, meeting his gaze as he smiled softly at you, “and don’t you dare try deny it. you’re the prettiest woman in the whole world, bubba.”

“hmm, and what about adria?” you asked, propping yourself up with your elbow. he moved his hand that was on your back to your side, humming, “she’s the prettiest girl.”

“good answer,” you laughed, and he grinned.

“i know,” he said, before pushing you back down on the bed, hovering over you as you giggled. your giggles quickly turned to soft moans as he began to kiss down your neck, sucking at those sensitive spots that drove you insane.

“tickle fight?” adria’s voice came from the door, and matthew slowly moved his face back from your neck, before smiling at your daughter, “sure is. and daddy won.”

you gasped, “that’s not fair, you’re stronger than me. i didn’t stand a chance!”

“save mommy!” adria yelled, before letting out a battle cry as she barrelled towards the bed. you didn’t know how a four year old could move so fast, but she was a miracle of movement, your daughter.

next thing you knew, she had jumped on top of matthew at the end of the bed and was trying to tickle him, but instead was screaming with delight as her father tickled her instead.

“mommy, help me!” she cried out, and you quickly scooped your daughter into your arms and sat back up at the top of the bed, laughing as you wrapped your arms around her, “i got you, baby.”

matthew pouted, “you stole my princess.”

adria stuck her tongue out, making matthew gasp dramatically, which made her giggle. you patted your daughter’s back, “okay, up you go addy, mommy’s gotta go for a shower.”

“momma,” she whined, wrapping her little arms around your neck, “stay.”

you gave matthew a pleading look, but he was one step ahead of you, standing up beside the bed, “ok, i’m going to start making the pancakes then.”

“pancakes?” adria’s head turned to her father, and you grinned. he was the best dad, and he always knew exactly what to do. you were one lucky woman. matthew nodded, “mhm. i’m going to put something extra special in them too.”

“blueberries?” she whispered, mesmerised by the mystery of the pancakes that her father was creating. he shook his head, “even better.”

“what is it daddy? can you tell me?” she asked, standing up on the bed to stand beside her dad, her eyes wide. he nodded, leaning down and whispering something in her ear as you watched with amusement. she gasped and covered her mouth, as matthew nodded. she moved her hands away to whisper, but you could hear her as she spoke, “can we surprise mommy?”

“sure thing, sweetheart. you wanna help me make breakfast? that means whenever mommy’s done in the shower, the surprise pancakes will be ready to eat,” he said, and she nodded, her little brown ponytails bouncing, “yes yes yes! smart daddy!”

he chuckled and lifted her into his arms, before looking to you, “we shall see you after you shower.”

“sower momma!” adria grinned, and you laughed and nodded in agreement. you stood, kissing adria’s forehead, before kissing matthew, and then heading to the bathroom.

after a quick shower, you opted to put on leggings and one of matthew’s sweaters, before heading downstairs. you could hear your husband and daughter from upstairs, grinning at hearing them singing.

you peaked your head into the kitchen, to see matthew doing a very dramatic rendition of ‘part of that world’ from the little mermaid, and adria clapping her hands as she sang along from the counter. he used a wooden spoon as a microphone, pretending to pass it over to adria as she sang off-key.

“mommy!” she squealed when she saw you, hopping off the counter. you gasped as you began to move, but matthew was closer, and quicker. he managed to catch her with one hand, the other hand holding the bowl of pancake batter. he let out a sigh of relief as adria ran over to you, clearly unbothered. you lifted her up, sighing softly as well as you hugged her, “you have to be careful addy, you almost hurt yourself there! what if daddy didn’t catch you? you’d have a bump on your head.”

she pouted, before turning to face matthew, “thank you for catching me dadda.”

matthew smiled softly, walking over to both of you before squishing both of adria’s cheeks with one of his hands, “that’s okay addy. next time, just ask for help, okay?”

“mkay,” she said, giggling as her cheeks were squished. she turned her face to look up at you, “watch a movie, mommy?”

“which movie?” you asked, and smiled as you watched her tap her chin in thought. she was such little drama queen. she definitely took after her father.

“lil mermaid!” she yelled, before squirming until you set her down again. you smiled as you watched her sprint into the living room, smile widening when you felt matthew hug you from behind, “why don’t you two go watch the movie while i finish up breakfast?”

“sounds good. i love you,” you hummed, leaning your head back to kiss him softly. he returned this kiss happily, murmuring against your lips, “i love you too.”

you smiled as he moved his hands to your hips, pecking his lips once more. you gasped as you felt his hand squeeze you ass, whacking his arm as he grinned.

you rolled your eyes, smiling as you walked into the living room to see your daughter standing in front of the tv, gripping the remote with both her hands and pressing buttons while she tried, and failed, to find the movie.

she perked up as she saw you, holding out the remote, “mommy! help pease?”

you smiled, nodding as you took the remote, before scooping her up in your arms as she giggled in delight. you sat down on the sofa, adria in your lap, as you turned on the movie for her. it kept her attention for five minutes, before she jumped off of your lap and ran to one of the many baskets of toys in your house, beginning to pick out toys to play with.

matthew walked in with two plates, and adria dropped her toys as she ran and jumped onto the sofa. he laughed, handing a plate to you and a plate to your daughter, “chocolate chip pancakes for my two favourite girls.”

you pretended to gasp, looking to adria, “chocolate chip?”

adria nodded excitedly, “yes! daddy’s idea, and i and i and– i got to put them in!”

“wow! good job addy,” you smiled, beginning to eat your pancakes. matthew went back into the kitchen to get his own plate, before joining you both on the sofa as you all ate. adria went back to her toys after she ate, running around the sofa as she sang along with the movie, as she swung her dolls around. matthew moved the plates to the side, before pulling you close as you both cuddled together, chatting as you half-watched the movie.

“we made a cute kid,” you mumbled, smiling softly as you watched adria play. he smiled as well, nodding in agreement, “we really did.”

“maybe we should make some more,” you said, glancing up at him. he looked to you, before his smile widened, “yeah?”

“yeah,” you nodded, and he leaned in and kissed your cheek softly, “i like the sound of that.”

you grinned, before moving to nuzzled your face into his neck as his hand began to rub your back. after a while, you felt him move before chuckling, and you moved your head to see what he was looking at. adria was sitting down and playing with her dolls, but her eyes were closed.

“are you tired baby?” matthew asked, and adria shook her head. you had to bite back a laugh, “you wanna come here and cuddle with mom and dad?”

she nodded, dropping and dolls and rubbing her eyes, before standing and waddling over to you guys. you both pulled her up to you and wrapped your arms around her, as she whined softly, cuddling into her parents. matthew moved to lift her so she was against his chest, pulling back slowly before walking upstairs with her. you turned off the tv, tidying up a little before following them up the stairs.

you reached adria’s room just in time to see matthew tuck her into bed, kissing her head softly and ticking her hair behind her ear, “daddy loves you so much, baby girl.”

“love you too,” she mumbled out, before closing her eyes completely and rolling over in the bed. he smiled, kissing her head once more before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. you smiled up at him, “you’re such a good dad.”

he shrugged, smiling bashfully, “it’s not always so easy.”

“don’t i know it. she can make it hard sometimes,” you laughed. you took a step back as matthew took a step towards you, and did it again, until he had you pinned against a wall. you bit your lip, before gasping as matthew picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. you laughed, shaking your head as he took you back to your bedroom and making sure to close the door behind him.

“we’ve got a few hours now. i figured we could get a head start on the baby making,” matthew said as he threw you back on the bed, making you grin and nod, “i want a baby boy this time.”

“i’ll try my hardest,” he joked, making you laugh, before leaning down and kissing you deeply.

–

i’m soft

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