#adorable lil cats ever

[just-a-creep-babe]

Oh how I wish I could show you my chonky kitties…

But ye- her name is Twiney and she’s just a lil thing. She has to get her insulin before she eats. It is crazy expensive tho

Either way, she seems happy and healthy. My other two cats, one is a tabby and just REALLY FUCKING FLUFFY- and the other is a lil void that will squeak at you.

I love my babies. I have a lot of pets lmao!

- 🦎 Anon

Omg so teeny tinyyy 🥹🥹🥹

I’m sO jealous you have so many pets—I’m wAy too allergic for them but I—I love them sm 🥺🫶

[artaintfartwarriors]

he’s just a little guy

[theswedishpajas]

You are walking away from Beetlecoon?? Leaving Beetlecoon petless??? Jail for breather! Jail for breather for One Thousand Years!!!!!

[carneflower13]

I FUCKING LOVE MY CAT I LOVE PETTING HER AND SCRATCHING HER LIL HEAD AND LOOKING AT HER CUTE LIL FACE AND WATCHING HER WALK AROUND ON HER LIL PAWS DOING CAT STUFF

[erythristicbones]

remembering that me n Steph have our 8 year anniversary in about two weeks and emitting a noise so loud you could hear it from space

[catlucked]

█▐ 🐾 ▐     @batisms​​​​​​  said     ┆     ›     ❛   small  hand  pushes  the  bedroom  door  open,  then  shyly  peaks  in  a  timid  dark  haired  girl.  a  smile  blooms  on  her  face  seeing  her  mother’s  figure  curled  up  in  her  and  daddy’s  bed.  then,  she  steps  in  and  quietly  brings  over  her  mother’s  favorite  flowers.  but  in  a  pot,  ready  to  plant.  because  daddy  said  she  likes  the  kind  you  can  plant  better.  attached  is  a  purple  balloon  and  a  stuffed  kitty  cat,  that  helena  places  on  the  bed  with  her  handmade  drawn  card.  she  puts  the  stuffed  kitty  next  to  her  angelic  face.  “happy  mother’s  day,  mommy.  me,  daddy  and  alfred  made  you  your  favorite  breakfast.  he’s  coming  with  it  soon.”  she  grins,  still  holding  the  pot  of  flowers  that’s  almost  bigger  than  her  before  leaning  over  and  kissing  her  cheek.  “for  the  best  mommy  in  the  world!   ❜

never  in  a  million  years  did  selina  ever  think  she’d  get  to  celebrate  mother’s  day  again.  the  last  time  she  did,  she  was  no  older  than  five  —  she’d  picked  a  bunch  of  daisies  at  the  park  and  handed  them  proudly  to  her  mother,  along  with  a  handmade  friendship  bracelet  and  a  painting  of  the  two  of  them  and  all  of  their  cats.  as  a  teenager  and  later  young  adult,  she’d  done  her  best  to  erase  those  memories,  to  try  and  protect  herself  from  the  heartbreak  that  inevitably  followed  when  she  let  them  in.  it  was  the  main  reason  why  each  year  she  did  her  best  to  pretend  mother’s  day  was  just  an  ordinary  sunday,  why  she  ignored  all  celebrations  and  cheesy  movies  on  the  tv,  why  she  turned  her  head  away  from  colorful  decorations,  pretty  balloons  and  fancy  cards…  but  that  was  before  helena…  before  the  light  of  her  life  was  born.  it’s  hard  to  believe  that  this  day  revolves  around  her  now,  that  it  has  a  purpose  and  a  meaning  again,  which  feels  kind  of  strange,  but  in  a  good  way.  it’s  the  best  kind  of  strange,  selina  decides.

she’s  too  excited  for  these  upcoming  celebrations  to  actually  fall  back  asleep  once  bruce  stealthily  slips  out  of  their  bed  so  she  pretends,  keeps  her  eyes  closed  for  an  hour  or  two,  until  she  can  hear  the  sound  of  small  feet  outside  the  door.  not  wanting  to  spoil  the  surprise,  she  listens  to  helena’s  soft  breaths  and  adorable  little  noises  as  she  arranges  the  gifts  around  her.  it’s  when  she  finally  hears  her  voice  that  a  loving  smile  tugs  at  her  lips  and  her  dark  lashes  flutter,  bright  emeralds  peeking  open  to  take  in  the  sight  in  front  of  her.   ❝   good  morning,  my  little  kitty  cat.  hello.  oh,  my  gosh  —  for  the  best  mommy  in  the  world?  are  you  telling  me  all  these  gifts  are  just  for  me?   ❞   she  gasps,  beaming  at  the  sweet  girl,  her  features  lighting  up.  how  did  she  become  the  best  mommy  in  the  world  and  why  does  she  feel  like  tearing  up  just  looking  at  helena?  

her  heart  melting  into  a  puddle  and  suddenly  she  doesn’t  know  which  precious  gift  to  touch  first.  she  settles  for  the  one  closest  to  her,  the  cute  stuffed  animal  with  big  eyes  and  soft  fur.   ❝   doesn’t  this  little  buddy  look  like  isis?  so  soft  and  pretty!  does  she  or  he  have  a  name  yet?  should  we  come  up  with  one?   ❞   she  gives  the  stuffed  animal  a  hug  and  a  kiss  before  setting  it  down  on  the  bed  so  that  she  can  reach  down  to  gently  take  the  big  pot  from  her  daughter’s  small  hands.  she  knows  this  is  her  husband’s  doing  —  flowers  in  a  pot,  ready  to  plant.  it’s  crazy  how  much  these  two  care  about  her,  how  they  pay  attention  to  everything  she  says.   ❝   these  are  the  most  beautiful  flowers  i’ve  ever  seen!  thank  you  so  much,  baby.  will  you  help  me  plant  them  later  today?   ❞   she  admires  the  flowers  for  a  moment  longer  and  then  places  the  pot  on  her  nightstand,  quickly  focusing  on  the  little  girl  again.  she  pulls  her  up  and  sits  her  down  on  her  lap.   ❝   i  love  you  so,  so  much,  helena!  my  little  leni.  my  kitty  cat,   ❞   she  coos,  wrapping  her  arms  around  the  girl  and  peppering  soft  kisses  all  over  her  face,  giggling  out  of  sheer  happiness  as  she  does  so.   ❝   you’re  the  sweetest  little  girl,  you  know  that?  you  make  mommy  so  happy.  thank  you  so  much  for  all  these  presents.  how  did  you  know  what  my  favorite  color  is?   ❞   she  points  to  the  purple  balloon  floating  above  their  heads.  now  that  she’s  holding  her  favorite  mother’s  day  gift,  her  biggest  blessing,  in  her  arms,  she  can  finally  pick  up  the  handmade  card  and  admire  the  drawings  and  clumsy  letters.  nuzzling  into  helena’s  dark  hair,  selina  can’t  help  but  get  a  little  emotional.  again…  what  did  she  do  to  deserve  this  precious  angel?   ❝   what  a  beautiful  card.  i’ve  never  seen  one  more  beautiful  in  my  entire  life.  did  you  make  it  yourself?  oh,  and  wait…  did  you  say  there’s  breakfast  coming,  too?   ❞   gosh,  she’s  being  spoiled  rotten.

[systemgoblincore]

SOBS.. CHERISHES THE NUGGIE 4EVER..

tags a few of the same ppl coughs

@just-miru @catherinerabbit @snufkinniee @dyke-yaoi @bbubbleo @inkyblinky @galactic-artist-27 @wintterrs @boytoydistraught

artisthedgehog:

why-me-bc-why-not:

tinybitofhope:

a-pr0per-full-0n-gay-crisis:

urlocalsadkid-l:

mel-hyperfixates:

pinkbebasins:

weirdo09:

k-kroomie:

royallydivinelesbian:

lovelyheartclover:

localidiotvoid:

thatoneguydownthestreet:

obamas-divorced-aunt:

captain-liminal:

killersweetie:

shibainu2006:

killersweetie:

sanyu-thewitch05:

thisismisogynoir:

ribbonspice:

petitprincess1:

tranquil-slaughterhouse:

softcoffeeaddict:

drama-glob:

pastaprincess:

uwufizzarozzieuwu:

the-maddened-hatter:

kirbybooo:

kawaii-pigeon:

amber-acrylic:

nottheonlyusername:

archivefullofyoutubers:

This is the Nugget of Friendship.

It is not given lightly. Yet I give it to you.

Yes. I mean YOU.

Now shoo.

Pass on the Nugget of Friendship.

@amber-acrylic

I’VE BEEN BLESSED WITH THE FRIENDSHIP NUGGET THANK YOU MY BESTIE

@kawaii-pigeon @dogesphere @still-not-rly-sure get fuckin NUGGED

@plague-of-insomnia @punnypandemonium @lumpkinboi @kirbybooo GET NUGGED

mine is gluten free but THANKIE PIDGEY OMG QWQ

@histronic-gizmo @em0r1ck @undead–hotmess @proship-raincandy @because-i-simp @rosalynn-the-simp @the-maddened-hatter

ALL THE NUGGIES FOR YOU

I MAKE THEM DINO NUGGIES

Awwww, thanks Kirby! *nomnomnom* :D

@not-a-biscuit @garlic-the-gnome @a-walking-fandom-reference @petitprincess1 @uwufizzarozzieuwu @genderpunks @plaguedocboi *hands you each a nugget in the shape of your choice that adheres to your dietary requirements/preferences*

*gasp* a veggie nuggie? for me? Thank you!!!

*passes nuggets to @internallyscreamingdaily @janis-1987 @pastaprincess and all the rest of my followers*

I’m so blessed to get a nuggie 💕

I’ll pass it to @drama-glob and @justa-fangirl and anyone else who wants one for for it 💗

Thank you @pastaprincess​ ! I graciously accept it and consider you a friend too. ^_^ I shall pass it on to others. :)

@spyrkle4​ @itz-darktrax​ @gimme-a-thrust​ @princessanieloid​ @softcoffeeaddict​ @enbydemirainbowbigfoot​ @betlegast​ @charsawdeath​

F,,for me? 🥺

Thank you so much!! I love you prev, mwah mwah mwah <33 🫶🏻❤️

I’m passing it to @peachteakitty @tawnyowl38 @redsrune @tranquil-slaughterhouse @futuristic-fire-kitty @ohheyitsyouagain @nothing-particularly-exciting @dynamic-lover @nodesiretogrowup @catskincass @justanothermarco @ace-alien-with-anxiety @el-viento-soba-tu-cabello !! <3

Thank you, Gaz!

@petitprincess1 @firecrackerhh @cranberry086 @drowninnoodles

@ryuu-from-the-grave @spiderdiva

Thanks!!!

@amarynthian-fortress @freakxwannaxbe @vaggatha @littleimps @spiderdiva @hanekdraws @paperhats-and-evil-schemes @tableflipapocalypse @zatyrlucy @nympippi @firecrackerhh @cherry-aqua-blossom @devidaydreamer @kirbybooo @cranberry086 @sluttycrimehat @elceetheporcupine and many more because I suck with remembering names 😅

You don’t gotta do this if you don’t want to :3

Cool!

Tagging: @diana-berry @thisismisogynoir @cringelordtbh @crimson-ace @censoredface and @fabianocolucci

Well I’d be rude to not pass it on!

Hmm… how about @reesethedndencantolover @shuinami @moonwheelfly @alldramaisvalidstorytales @redheaddyke @depresseddisneyprincess @neshatriumphs @neondyke @disaster-vampire @dyke-kali @subculturewar @afrolatinozuko @sanyu-thewitch05 and @dolores-and-luisa-stan! Y’all are the best! Keep the nugget circling!

Pass it on!

@killersweetie @dysfunctionalburden @hannija @hipsterteller @thetimelordbatgirl

😫😫😫

THANKSSSSS!

@shibainu2006 @vtoriacore @vtoriacore-rbs @captain-liminal

AWWWW KILLERRRRR

@merotwst

@atcordare

@marcythehumble

@the-dumber-scaramouche

@eccedentesiast-sapphic

@v-anrouge

😚😚😚

Thank you but I dint have any friends on hERE I DONT THINK I CAN PASS IT ON ( ~0~)

@starkillerqueen @obamas-divorced-aunt

Nuggie!

@twisted-lover-boys

@demon-lover-669

@thatoneguydownthestreet

Brb I gotta go pray to the nugget 🙏

@4e7her

@mammoneythegreat I offer you a nugget @yaesxmikos you too come get your nugget

@tommy1sdead my brother, I know how much you love chickens nuggets bruh 😆 this is for you dude! ☺️💗💗💗💗💗🌸

Also for my other mutuals cuz they gotta eat right?

@royallydivinelesbian @weirdo09 @milf-percy @magicalmousey @hoolay-boobs @vixxelle @mozzyspurt @mushiemooon @dorkynerd23

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG !!

@rashadliveson @weirdo09 @autistic-prince-cinderella @bootleg-exe @coquette-club @frogs-and-similar-fucks @goldendiie @hoolay-boobs @justanisabelakinnie @k-kroomie @lil-sweet-angelangel @monislvt @sicklyslvt @thisismisogynoir @violettfae

@wlwocprincess @xzmickeyzx

YAY I GET A NUGGET

@loveme-iamadiva @weirdo09 @anachryri @kellovesatsvx3 @bugfeather @rashadliveson @xiu-mya7

aww thank you, i didn’t know i was your friend 😭

@pimplepogue @yarkayaslava @pinkbebasins @pinkpwuddin @background-character-341 @xhavibee @chilewithcarnage (if you’re fine w being tagged) @queenofthespiderverse @rashadliveson @yelenapines

MY FRIENDS!!!!

@lavender-draw @mel-hyperfixates @vilf-lover @nothingtoseeherebyeexx

@je11y-f1sh @urlocalsadkid-l

<3333

@sad-bi-girl @sharksdonotexist @a-pr0per-full-0n-gay-crisis @aj-needs-2-sleep @anxiety-lemsbian @nonbinarytrashpanda @nellysview @whatthefr0g @wantmeifyouwantme @crunchy-soup222 @butterfliesareamyth @butimwritingthisat3am @octobitheoctagonal @touloserrs @yesterdayorcenturiesbefore @thuidium-delicatulum @plutoisaplanet0 @sleepy-vix @localtorispring @mel-hyperfixates @crying-in-converse @planet-of-sleep @secretlyafrog7 @buggiessss1019

@urlocalsadkid-l

I WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR FRIEND

@tinybitofhope @autisticnotartistic @cheezbot @catsplushellhounds @capt-jinx @drowinginmyownabyss @edenlovesheartstopper @faulty-radio

WAHHH I GET A NUG OF FRIENDSHIP!!! TYSM @a-pr0per-full-0n-gay-crisis

@heartstopper-lover123 @buggiessss1019 @readyafterthesunrise @aledradio @piney-45 and all my fucking moots bc i love uuuu

@artisthedgehog @rookisit @queerlywren

@nerdybluehairandpronouns

I LOVE YALL HAVE SOME NUGGS!!!

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG THANKS

@accidentallyaverage @caffeinated-emo-twink @nexi1066 @mem3nto-mor1 @toulouseradiosilence @riley-creates-stuff AND AND ALL OF MY MUTUALS AND ALL OF TUMBLR BECAUSE YEA

@colorful-craze @kayrielwrites @tzipor-feather-blog @rainofthetwilight @nebulaofchaosandwoe @sleepingseas0n

HAVE SOME NUGGETS!!!

[viintageslut]

hii!! can i request sevika’s reaction when she finds out you still sleep with stuffed animals?

as someone who can’t sleep without the baby blanket that i’ve has since i was BORN (it’s hanging on by a thread) i love this request.

She’s… definitely shocked, to say the least. After going on a couple dates and hooking up at her place, you finally offered to take her home with you this time. She didn’t know why you were so hesitant, but she definitely found out!

I mean, who knew? This charming, sexy, person who might I add; was a freak in the sheets, slept with… a stuffed rabbit? And had a whole corner in their room dedicated to the stuffed creatures?

She hated them at first, honestly, always having to cover them with a blanket or turn the ones you slept with around while having sex. It was just… annoying. Especially when you referred to them as your children, she was absolutely not ready to be a step-mom.

Eventually, she grew to tolerate them, then grew to think it was just the most adorable thing ever. On your one year anniversary, she got you a stuffed bear. You almost cried, then she almost cried, and let’s just say you most definitely had to turn it away that night!

sorry this is a lil short! i have work 2day but i couldn’t stop thinking about this request! also, for the bear she got, it was definitely a variation of the jelly cat bartholomew bear

[eph3merall]

dealer!chris x innocent!bff!reader hcs 🦌

dealer!chris . . . who always has a part of his mind thinking about you. what are you up to? classes? work? friends? hangouts? he'll text you and pretend to not care much, but deep down he just doesn't want to admit how much he worries over this girl who is just his friend.

innocent!bff!reader . . . loves and adores all things autumn. her clothes are fall staples that include lots of denim and earthy tones. so whenever she's hanging out with chris and sees something to add to her closet or keep as a trinket or decoration, she'll look up to chris with pretty lil' eyes and how could he deny her? sometimes he'll purposefully look away and shove her away from the store because she keeps burning a hole through his pocket.

dealer!chris . . . despises situations where innocent!bff!reader roped into his 'job'. there are shady people buying some strong shit from him, and he knows matt would also screw him over if innocent!bff!reader got harmed because of him. matt sees you as a best friend, someone he needs to protect because his brother is a little fucking stupid sometimes. dealer!chris always tries avoiding problems when it seems as if you're gonna get involved with any of his deals.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who's had a boyfriend or two before. she's just never had sex, and once she told chris he was laughing at her and giggling with his eyes all red. 'fuckin'... you're jokin', right kid?' and when she tells chris she's dated less than five people he's laughing harder. gosh, what an asshole.

dealer!chris . . . always carries a lighter with a printed cat photo on it that innocent!bff!reader glued/taped onto it. keeps a picture of her in his wallet as well—a polaroid of her awhile back in the winter, running into the horizon as snow fell around her frame. he could hear the giggles she made just by looking at the photo.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who has severe nosebleeds once every few months or so. it'll get so bad to the point she's crying because she thinks she's gonna die—with chris grumbling all annoyed with his hand fisting her hair so it doesnt get caked in blood. sometimes hes high and just stares at times while she yells at him to get her a hairtie or to grab ahold of most of her hair.

dealer!chris . . . who's, again, literally just an asshole to everyone. you're barely an exception. one second he'll be laughing with you and once he's with a buyer or some of his friends, he'll act like you're some dirt on his shoe. plus he's just plain ol' mean. wont take bullshit from anyone, not even his brothers. matt pisses him off more than nick does. but of course, they're his brothers. so he isnt.. that mean.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who grew up sheltered from everything in life. her parents are overprotective and she's their only child—only serving to make them more anxious when she's out. met chris through nick since the two were in a class together. something clicked and they've been hanging out ever since, usually in groups. chris and his friends are nott a good influence on her. but her mother doesn't have to know, does she?

dealer!chris . . . lovess cute coupley things. he just won't ever admit it to anyone he knows, not even his brothers if they ask or jab at him. secretly, he loves it when innocent!bff!reader hugs him tight or brushes her fingers across his skin. but he'll always stick to his go-to response—a scoff and he's pushing her away, muttering some shit like 'god, fuckin'.. annoying as hell always touchin' me.'

innocent!bff!reader . . . tries getting herself off with her fingers for the first time in awhilee since meeting chris because he just makes her feel so weird. all hot and bothered and it's gotten so overwhelming that humping her pillow alone in her dorm room isn't enough, so she's sliding her fingers inside her cunt slowly and mewling all softly in the privacy of her dorm room. she doesn't even realize that she secretly wants chris to see her like this.

dealer!chris . . . fucks with girls left and right. a new chick at each party that he sells some drugs to, and, if they're pretty enough.. he'll let them suck his dick or something. hey, he got to cum down some pretty brunette's throat and got a fat stack of cash? win-win. but when he met innocent!bff! reader... she went to house parties with him sometimes. which resulted in him not getting to fuck a girl's throat-which also resulted in dealer!chris fucking his own fist at night with the thought of you in his head.

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©eph3merall 2024

[gremlingottoosilly]

Moo business (monster!Konig x CowHybrid!fem!Reader)

Promotion to colonel has its perks. Having your own caretaker with fluffy cow years and a nice pair of...additions is one of them - and Konig is about to enjoy his new rank.

Content warning: Hybrids, Konig is a huge pervert, naive cow hybrid reader, slight dub-con, power imbalance, and inappropriate work behavior, lactation kink. Implied big chested!Reader

Humans have learned to live with monsters. Obviously, having dangerous, much more powerful neighbors in this tiny green planet, didn’t allow humans to actually thrive and succeed – the power dynamics were shifted ever since the first monster decided, that wearing a collar and identification badge doesn’t really go with their style. And humans would be much more suited to wear it. 

Unfortunately, monsters aren’t created equal – while most of them are killing machines with little to no regard to the danger of real life, there are some particularly fragile hybrids with no use in fights or even normal life. House cat hybrid girls, almost no claws and all purring and laying on their backs to let humans and other monsters pet their bellies. Sheep hybrids, all fluff and tiny, rounded horns that would never hurt anyone. Cow hybrids, adorable and silly, no use in the fights except for moral support. 

Which is exactly why König was fucking pissed. 

— G…good evening, sir. I will be your assistant for the day. I mean, every day. As long as you’re having me. 

You smile nervously, munching on your lips. When the only way up the social ladder was working in the army as an…assistant? Moral support? Waving your nurse training like you’d be able to safely secure a monster’s health when he is twice as big as you? 

Being a colonel in the army has its perks – better gear, better paycheck, better chunks of meat that he can bite off the enemies without higher-ups whining about war crimes and rules of war. Having a cute lil’ assistant with fluffy ears and a chest that physically can’t fit into the uniform, forcing you to wear permanent cleavage and just let a bit of chubbiness roll on the tight fabric is also a perk. For a pervert, maybe, but not for König who is already sworn to never deal with anyone who is this sensitive, this soft, and this…adorable. 

He thought he was quite certain in his wishes – if higher-ups really need for him to take a fuck toy, he wanted it to be resilient. Maybe a dog hybrid, maybe a vampire, just weak and hungry enough to overpower with little fights. Not someone like you, who has no idea what she is doing in the army and why her hands are trembling like he is going to devour you alive. Although, looking at the way your chest is swaying every time you flinch…maybe, he can do just that. Teach higher-ups a lesson on why he doesn’t need their handouts. 

— Dismissed. 

He doesn’t even look at you. Honestly, you’re a bit hurt – honestly, you almost want to yell at him or scream or tell all of your higher-ups that the colonel is a huge jerk who clearly doesn’t need a little cow darling to make him coffee and tend to his needs and be a huge moral support because they can’t take another fucked out recruit when the dangerous hybrid is in heat again. You feel like a glorified whore – the one that he doesn’t even want. 

— B…but…

You pout your lips, a billion questions raised in your mind – why is he like this, what is his deal and you should even look at him if he clearly doesn’t want you…and that look on your face, helplessness mixed with a bit of deliciously sweet anger, combined with your soft, doe features…

Colonel has a problem. 

He thought he knew what he wanted – a strong partner, someone resilient and fiery, someone who can take his cock anywhere without whining. Someone who wouldn’t require a lot of attention and softness, someone who knows their place. Now König looks at you, your floppy ears and trembling lips, and his gaze darts lower, his nose getting milk fragrances even under all of those layers of fabric. 

It doesn’t take a genius to know why they sent you. He doesn’t need a secretary, he doesn’t need an assistant and even if he needs help with something, there are always lower ranks ready to do whatever he says. You’re useless to him, on all levels he can imagine – and yet, he can’t find it in him, to truly dismiss you. To hate your trembling lips and obedient stare – no thought behind those pretty eyes of yours. He always thought he wanted someone strong, someone who is hard to break and resilient to any advances. 

He looks at you and, for the first time in forever, has this wild urge to protect. 

— Sir? Is everything alright? 

You tilt your head to the side, that naive stare you has makes his cock twitch in his pants. It was a long time since he had sex with anyone, especially that adorable. Some hybrids look like they are made to be fucked and loved and used in all of those delicious ways – he knows it’s problematic, he knows that having that view on fellow monsters isn’t right for someone as strong as him, but he wants to devour you. Wants to see that pretty eyes wide from desire – he knows you’d feel the urge too, it’s in your blood, to present your soft belly and even softer tits to a larger predator. 

Indulging on you would mean giving up on his attempts of constantly undermining the higher-ups – it would also mean that he would finally receive a partner for the extensive mating seasons that clash with his work and make his skilling rate go up – and not just for the enemies. Private Halseen, you will be missed. Your ass probably wouldn’t. 

— I thought you’d heard me the first time. 

— But I brought coffee.

— They make coffee machines in cows now? 

— Sir! I was just trying to…break the ice? I’m your new operator, or, um, assistant, I have nurse training, and I…

— What are you going to do with an injury? Lick it away? 

— M…my saliva has healing properties, so…

— They really sent me a magic cow, ja? 

— That’s a very…special way to put it, colonel.

You are surprisingly stubborn for someone who isn’t a confident killing machine. You balance the little tray with a cup of coffee – a big one, seems like you did your homework on that one – and he can’t help but imagine your hands gripping something else this tightly. Your body is trembling, your face switches between a sad and a surprised expression as he slowly emerges from his table to get a good look at you. 

You’re a cow hybrid – they are naturally adorable, naturally soft, and naturally made for someone like him to tower over. He is good over 7 foot, even in mostly human form, and his monster height would be almost twice your size – he'd love to take you like this, raw, bully his giant cock into your, no doubt, tight pussy, and make you squeal from the stretch. Maybe, he can help you with milk production – put another hybrid into you, make your belly swell from his cum. Keep you locked away in his room like a perfect little treat, using your soft body as a perfect pillow. 

He can’t help but lick his lips in anticipation – saliva collecting in his mouth as the thinks of all the ways he can use such a pretty secretary. There is no way you don’t know why they sent you here – no way you think that your self-worth is something more than being his obedient pet, beloved toy. König never thought of settling down, the bloodshed is his one and only partner – but he looks at your rounded horns, at your twitching ears and pouty lips – and he thinks about putting his earring right into your floppy ear. lick away all the blood and calm you down as you’d squirm under the pain, soothe your panicking cow brain as he would bully his cock even deeper, claiming you as…

Ah, shit. You’re still here, waiting for his answer – your eyes are shocked and afraid, anticipated a little bit because of course you’re aroused, his pheromones are too overwhelming for a thing like you – you stare at the bulge in his pants, at nis, no doubt, hard cock – and he can almost see gears in your head turning slowly. God, you’re adorable. 

— You forgot the milk. 

— Sergeant Horangi didn’t say anything about milk. 

So, Horangi was the one to set you up. Of course, tiger shifter probably got his hots on you – pretty prey, perfect for every hunter nearby, but, just as a good officer, he let you go to his colonel first. You talk back with a surprisingly fierce tone and König appreciates the way his mask covers up his whole face – you couldn’t see his smile, the way corners of his mouth jerked up at your pout. Continue like this, and the colonel will do more than just smile at your antics. 

— Probably because he knew that our milk is shitty. 

— If…if you need me to bring you something else, I will do it right away, sir. 

— No need, Kuhen. I think you have what I need right here. 

His cock twitches in his pants again – your eyes are locked on his bulge, you slowly push the tray to the table. You’re naive, you’re cute, and he knows that KorTac probably pays you triple for being this adorable and playing dumb like the good girl you are – bastards probably know that if you’d be upfront and pushy, he would just set you away from his office. 

But standing here, munching on your lower lip, your soft, pink tongue disappearing in your mouth only to reaper to lick your lips again, your face not ever betraying the emotions you, no doubt, are feeling – König can smell your arousal, can almost see the way your pussy is glittering with juices flowing right into your soaked panties. They send a lamb – a cow – to his chambers and they know that he would never resist a good hunt. You allow him to cut through the chase, to just pin you to his desk and take what’s his – but anxiety, that stupid fucking worm eating his brain over the tiniest facts, is making him question everything again. He knows he thinks too much, he knows it’s not going to do him any good – still, he wants to be sure that you’re not too dumb to understand his advances. Still, he wants to play a bit more. Delay the moment of sex because his doubt can eat him alive otherwise. 

— Take off your shirt, Schatzen. 

He doesn’t even look at your chest, bouncing from the tight shirt you were wearing – poor buttons holding on for dear life, barely containing your soft flesh – he drinks up your expressions, embarrassment, and poorly hidden curiosity. You saw the job requirements for an operator, saw his profile – high risks, high aggression, can be very, very violent – and you decided that you can take him, for the right pay. 

— You want me to…take off something else, sir?

A smart girl would run the fuck away from him – but you just lock your hands in front of you, not even bothering to cover your chest. God, he wants to be with you forever – just for that little look on your face your nervousness. You’re standing in front of him, only wearing pants and your bra – and you’re afraid that he isn’t going to like what he sees. 

Just for this expression, he might as well push a ring on your finger already. 

— Ja. Bra is next. 

You nod like you expected this. You probably did – for a prey hybrid, you’re surprisingly smart in understanding what he needs. Your bra is lacy and cute, white, with little flat roses printed – surely not something he expected from military personnel, even if your duties are laying in under him, not with your belly in trenches and your cute hands squeezing the trigger. 

Your breasts look even bigger without a bra to keep them close. You place a hand under your chest, feeling a bit awkward with your colonel just standing here, looming over your form. You lick your lips – he cocks his head closer to you. You can hear something shifting under his hood – you don’t know what his face looks like, rumors were opting for either a bunch of tentacles tucked neatly inside of his hood, the head of some mythical animal, or a normal, but disfigured and burned human face. You don’t know which option you prefer – even the files you were reading before choosing this job didn’t give you an answer. There is something stirring inside of you when you’re thinking about tentacles, though. 

— Braves Mädchen…good girl. 

You smile, feeling the knot in your tummy getting even tighter at the praise. You like him – despite his rough exterior and the obvious arousal, you like being liked, wanted, and devoured by a much stronger predator. Not having any supernatural powers, your only survival option in this world is to appease the strongest – and it looks like you just got a really juicy target. 

Suddenly, König grabs your waist and lifts you to his table – documents go flying around and you put a bit more, thinking of how long it would take to put everything back together. He doesn’t care for your concerns – the next thing you know, you are pushed ever further into his table, and the colonel lifts the end of his hood just enough to envelop his mouth on one of your nipples. 

— S…sir! Please, a little warning next time…

He laughs, his hands pressing small, sweet bruises into the curve of your waist. His mouth feels cold at first – then he flicks his tongue at your hardened nipple, and it feels like an oven. You moan you squeak, you squirm under him – all those documents and transferring and half a dozen Suits trying to tell you of how dangerous your work is going to be, how unstable and irritated the colonel is, how he is probably going to shoo you from his office the first two weeks – all of this comes flying right out the window. 

— You already think of the next time, Schatzen? 

König never tastes something as sweet, as silky, and smooth as your breasts. There is something deep, primal, wild in the way he sucks and bites at your nipple – he devours the taste of your skin and it feels like he can come to his pants just from the feeling alone. You’re squirming in his grasp, poor thing, probably aren’t used to sensation – he closes his eyes and allows his monster to take over, to take what he wants from you. 

He shifts to your other breasts, warming and cooling them at the same time. He isn’t an expert in that weird kind of massage, but you don’t need an expert in boob sucking when all of your cow instincts telling you to spread your legs and allow him to put babies in you, to breed like the prey you are, to take care of you outside of this stupid job. You’re terrified that his sharp teeth can draw blood and arouse at the way his tongue clicks at your nipples so perfectly, so naturally, like he was doing it his whole life. 

You moan, whispering little begs and praying to deaf ears. Your hands are going to hig his neck, to just kind put your fingers on his hood and just keep it here, not daring to try and direct the movements of his tongue. All of those days of constant preparing for the worst, long nights of studying the psychology of hunters, of predator hybrids, didn’t leave you much time to milk yourself in the past week – you might just be a hybrid, but it doesn’t release you from the endless burden of constant lactation. 

— S…so embarrassing…please, sir, we need to stop or I will…

— Ja, meine Kuh? Did you want to say something to your colonel? 

— Please, I’m going to…fuck, this is embarrassing…

— Language. 

He closes his teeth on your tender bud, making you moan his name – his callsign – loudly. He grunts from satisfaction, finally tasting sweet milk pouring from his body – might be the only thing that makes cow hybrids useful for someone as strong as him. 

Your milk is sweet, rich, and creamy, and your little cries only make it tastier. He pushes his tongue deeper, swirls it around your hardened bud, waits for you to moan even more – every inch of your being makes him feel weird, protective, like he already put a baby in that soft tummy of yours and made you his. It’s dumb, you aren’t even connected on the official level – but he sucks your milk ever so passionately, forgetting about every mission trouble he had.

Sucking your tits feels like therapy – giving up all of his powers just to kiss you, to bite you, to drink your milk, and softly massage the flesh until your pussy starts to grind against the round corner of his table. Poor thing, he doesn’t even touch you in any way – you’re too precious for this, and he falls too deeply into your eyes and the swell of your chest. 

— Sir! Pl…please, don’t…if you’d stop, I will…

He drinks your milk swiftly, feels the liquid dripping down his chin – always a messy eater, one of the reasons he used the mask to hide his embarrassment. He can’t look at your face, the angle is too far off for this, and it disappoints him – he wants to drink your pretty expressions, wants to know that he is one to make that pretty cow this slutty. Just a few minutes ago he was ready to get your ass off his office – and now he is changing between two of your round breasts, making sure to not waste a drop. 

Fuck, this is far better than any milk the base kitchen can provide. 

He sucks a little bit more, pressing his tongue against your swollen, abused nipples. You whine at the sensation, poor little hybrid isn’t used to his teeth and his mouth – he’d have to make sure to repeat this procedure every other day, if possible, to get you used to direct milking. He’d have to spend weeks spreading your pretty cunt for him, teaching you how to milk his cock and meowl like a good prey hybrid you are – but he didn’t become colonel because he was afraid of challenges. 

He stops sucking with a little pop, final droplets of milk falling to his lips as he licks it, groaning from pleasure. His stubble made the soft skin around your nipples irritated and you tremble when the cold air hits them – you feel fragile, used, your pussy is twitching around nothing, the pulsation forcing you to grind against the corner of his table like a bitch in heat. 

König made you like this – half-naked, trembling, so fucking horny that you can’t even look at him without dropping to your knees, and it almost made you want to run away. He squeezes your tits again, enveloping the soft mounts in his large, rough hands – you whine a little bit, still all too sensitive after this pleasurable torture he created. 

— How do you feel? 

He sounds…weaker now. Almost embarrassed at his little outburst, he picks up your bra and helps you get dressed – you both want more, to check if his table is really as sturdy as it looks, but König has a training session in 30 minutes and you have König’s training session, standing behind his shoulder and watching him yelling at the recruits. It would be hard to get scared at him again, when every time his cold gaze darts to your face, he softens. When you look at him and can only imagine milk dripping down your chin – your milk, no less. 

— I’m…empty. In a good way, I mean. Thank you, sir.

You feel weird when he gently helps you get into your clothes, his fingers are simply too big for the buttons – he presses his head against your shoulder, trying to concentrate, and you awkwardly hug him for stability. He chuckles. 

— My pleasure, Schatzen. 

You stand here, awkwardly – your neck enveloped with a collar, with his name on it, and he can’t pry his eyes away from it. God, he never knew that being a colonel would allow him such a cutie as a bonus. KorTac didn’t seem like an organization that would give away wives so easily, but König isn’t going to complain. 

He just has to make sure to keep you chained to his table, that’s all. 

[ilys00ga]

𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 1k

➞ synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.

➞ genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33

➞ A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3

ps. any form of feedback is reallyyyy appreciated. I live for compliments :) !

★ MASTERLIST.

ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

It was one warm spring morning.

Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.

One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.

“Is this good?” Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture he’s been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your mother’s secret recipe only in the first try, “Great. You’re getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.”

He snorted, “If that means I’ll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.”

Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, “You’re so lazy.”

“No one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.”

"You're so annoying."

Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her head–Yoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as well–was almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.

"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"

She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.

“Mom said they’re almost here.” Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of you—his girls.

“Are you being a good chef assistant, baby?” He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.

“She’s been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.

“Mom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.”

“We’re almost done cooking now.” You reminded him, “Honey, check on the oven please.”

“Right.”

A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, “they are done.”

When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.

It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldn’t help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? “Huh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!”

He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, “look!”

Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your baby’s joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.

Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.

It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and that’s how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.

She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.

Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeks—a trait that she definitely got from her father, “No more hitting mama and papa for you!”

The little girl’s squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.

“Family hug?” you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.

“Family hug!” He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, “but let’s make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.”

[reglicent]

more deaf reg and coda james since ppl liked it last time :)

here r just a few lil blurbs

regulus who subconsciously purrs like a cat and can't hear it and james who just adores it

james who invents special signs just to say certain things to regulus, things like "i love you more than anything," "don't beat yourself up," "come to my dorm later," "you look perfect," etc.

james who never asks regulus to wear his hearing aids like his family does. he knows they hurt and would never want his love to be in pain.

regulus who can't stop thinking abt how james' hands move when he signs. he's just so energetic

james who loves the little happy noises regulus isn't aware he makes whenever james hugs him or surprises him

regulus who casts spells to make himself hear for a few hours just to practice saying james' name over and over (as well has his first name paired with james' last)

james who loves to see regulus light up whenever he talks to his parents. he finally has adults in his life who don't want him to change anything about himself

regulus who loves that james snores because he can feel the vibrations and it helps him know that james is still there when he's asleep

regulus who can't help but moan loudly whenever he and james kiss (or anything else) but he isn't aware and james will never ever tell him to be quiet 1.) because reggie would get embarrassed and 2.) because he loves it

[tender-rosiey]

grip and giggle — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: just a lil smth while I finish up vulnerable gojo okay but like bby grips are STRONG

satoru has a big problem with your baby.

listen, of course, he loves his own son, adores him even, but he can’t help but just want to throw that baby in the nearest day-care—read: nanami’s house—just so he can have you for himself.

he is no jealous man, but he is your husband so he believes he has every right to want to be with you.

his son doesn’t think so.

satoru has long expressed his woes of how you’re the baby’s favorite; however, your son’s affection remained unchanging. your husband thought he would get over it.

he didn't, but the point is that he thinks that the fact he can't have your attention is the bigger problem.

and this big problem is, well, big, but a part of the very big problem is that the baby has a grip stronger than that of a man holding onto his last snack while gaming.

now, why would that be a problem you ask. 

well, because the baby doesn’t let go of you, like ever.

“s/n, can I have some time with your mama?”

the baby babbles some nonsense before slamming into your chest and nuzzling closer. you giggle.

however, satoru isn’t having it so he tries to pull him away, but the kid hangs on for dear life, to the point you think your shirt is going to get torn.

the funny thing—to you, at least—is that your baby is laughing and kicking while your husband’s face is full of a pout and furrowed eyebrows as he huffs, “s/n! let go of your mama!”

the baby squeals, grip getting tighter and tighter.

he also decides that the best course of action is kicking his dad in the face—which, by the way, serves him right for turning his infinity off. 

satoru tumbles back as he lets go the baby who happily falls onto your chest again. meanwhile, your husband is rubbing his face as he stares at the baby, “what the…”

the strongest baby for the strongest sorcerer, I guess.

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[blue-jisungs]

hi hi hi!!! is it possible to request for long distance relationship with piwon? and thank you for your contributions within the p1ece community with all of these masterpieces you've made 🫡

[ 💌 ] long distance relationship w piwon

# author’s note ... ahhh sorry it took so long:(( TYSM FOR RQING THO N FOR UR NICE WORDS HEHE!!! i got a bunch of piwon reqs and u dont even know how excited i am to write them mwhaahahah <333

┆彡 KEEHO [ 기호 ]

i feel like he’d be the strongest soldier amongst them all

because he’s just so chronically online LMFAO 

no but even if you don’t text everyday (which happens, given his busy schedules), there’s always a way that keeho will reach out 

sends you reels on insta, sends you tiktok’s he found or he filmed, you can see his bereal, you can see what he’s listening to on airbuds … like he makes sure you know he’s safe n sound (i hope that makes sense?!) 

and he clings to every notification from you as well!!! 

like oh, you just hit another milestone on duolingo?? he’s texting you asap !!!

also the type to spam you with photos of things that remind him of you:(((( 

he loooves to face time you but more often than not the call always ends up interrupted by one of the boys 😭😭😭

┆彡 INTAK [ 인탁 ]

he’s so loverboy im actually gonna cry 

he was not build for this please save him from this misery 😿😿😿 

cannot survive without calling you at LEAST twice a day. like for real. 

will spam you with i love yous and i miss yous so so much because he just wants to be sure that you know his feelings for you are unchanged:(

facetiming is a must as well, he’ll often do that at the end of his (or yours if you’re in diff time zone) day so you can talk before going to sleep:( 

won’t admit but loves when you fall asleep on ft:( like at least he can adore your sleepy face like he does when he’s with you:(

deffo buys everything that he thinks you’d like so when you reunite he has BAGS of gifts:(

(can you tell i love him so dearly.)

┆彡 THEO [ 테오 ]

he’s so:< 

checks up on you everyday!!!!! tracks your lil icon on find my and calls you sometimes like “oh i saw you’re in your fav cafe, what are you getting?” 

i believe he’s a romantic okay? so you two deffo have those apps for couples that like ,, you can draw something and it’ll pop up on his screen 

or locket! :( like he loves getting notifs n he deffo stares at the silly selfies you take:(((( 

he also sends flowers for you, sometimes no matter the occasion <\\3 may or may not send a bottle of his cologne because he just knows you’ll feel less lonely if you can smell his perfume🥹🥹🥹

he’s sooo nostalgic❤️‍🩹 will scroll through your pics and videos… watch them all the time… m smile so fondly at the screen (while others make fun of him >:T) 

has bought tickets to your place impulsively… at least three times 

(and obv used them ?! like hellour he won’t waste the money now that he bought them !!! )

┆彡 JIUNG [ 지웅 ]

please end his suffering pt2 

he is physically sick when you’re not around !!! (his tummy hurts… well, his heart too…) 

spams you all day everyday – he saw a cute cat? sent. cool clothes? sent and asking for advice. a dead frog on the street? sent with caption ‘me when you’re 372028193 km away’ 

selfies too!!! you’ll get soooo many selcas bc he just knows you miss his face (and worry not, you send yours in return!! he kicks his legs like a teenage girl whenever he sees them~~) 

facetimes you (or you him) even when doing the most mundane things ever… you could be studying in silence and he’ll be playing on his switch, none of you talking because you’re locked in… but he steals glances at the screen and your face,,, mentally counting down days when you’re gonna meet again 🥹

literally thinks about you sm that he can’t help but mention you whenever he can:( “omg yn would love that!” “oooo this is yn’s favorite snack!!” “i need to take a pic for yn!!!” 

atp his friends scheme how to get him to you ASAP!!!

┆彡 SHOTA [ 翔太 ]

i feel like he’d handle it the worst actually:( but only bc he’s just such a lover boy, he needs you close:( 

keeho or other members will often send you pictures of sulking shota once you hang up on face time <\3 

will spam you even with single kaomojis so you’re an expert with those, professional translator if you will

definitely spams you with lots of content too, like pics of plushies, his short blogs, food pics 

requires food pics in return (secretly makes sure you do eat this way) 

when he’s feeling like a little tease, he’ll send lots of pics with keeho when they’re hugging and caption them with something sassy 😭 

deffo tracks you on find my when he’s bored but deep down he just checks up on you and makes sure you’re safe 

┆彡 JONGSEOB [ 종섭 ]

you’re literally vlogging to each other 😭😭😭 voice memos or insta stories just for him !! 

and you bet your ass he’ll reply to every single one 

loves face timing you when he’s writing new songs… you’re his muse (but it’s not like he’ll say it out loud) 

definitely looks at your pictures with a whipped smile (and got caught sooo many times but they don’t tease him that much since he’s just so in love it hurts

another one to use every app possible to keep in touch w you HOWEVER he’s not very cheesy,,, so expect him to doodle theo with a big butt in return to your hearts and flowers 

sending memes and reels is his love language, will send lots with the caption “us when i get back” :(( 

masterlist <3

taglist. @primoppang ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,,

@mon2sunjinsuver ,, @litepowee

[joeyfranchise]

𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

the prettiest sight to see…

dad!joe x fem!reader

cutesy lil bulleted list blurb about dad!joe and what your lil family would be like opening gifts on christmas morning!! sfw but minors please do not interact with my page.

(i switched day six and day five. we all need some sweet dad joe rn.)

‘twas the night before christmas…

and all through the house. many many creatures were stirring

your kids, your husband. arose such a clatter? yeah

cuz the toddler wanted to try to climb the tree again

“mama, staw pwetty, wan’ it” she says, her lil baby rasp so adorable as she points at the top of the tree

“i know you want the pretty star baby, but we gotta leave it up so santa can see”

of course your six-year-old daughter knows santa “isn’t real” because she saw joe putting the presents under the tree last year when she snuck downstairs

you cried because you didn’t want the magic to die for her. but she’s a trooper

and she promised she wouldn’t spoil it for your three-year-old or the baby boy

anywhodaddle

your six-year-old and joe are working on making gingerbread for santa

why you trusted him WHO KNOWS but your daughter loves it because she knows daddy is wrapped around her finger

you can hear them giggling and clanging pots and pans around the kitchen

but it’S CUTE

you told joey you’d put the smaller kids to bed so

you take them to the kitchen for their night-night kisses

your daughter is covered in flour

the floor is covered in flour? joe is-

you know what. leave it be. just let it go. it’s CHRISTMAS EVE

joe kisses the babies goodnight and gives you a cheeky little peck before pinching your ass

which earns him a STERN look

he winks. smugggggggg

you take your babies to their rooms and get them down for sleep. surprisingly easy usually they fight HARD

when you come back joe and your daughter are cleaning the kitchen, and you pitch in to help so everyone can go to bed

you get her tucked in and you and joe finally go to bed

oh. OH

sOMEONE IS JUMPING ON YOU

you wake to see your three and six year olds jumping in between you and joe on the bed

joe groans, but when he rolls over he’s smiling so big, he’s so happy

your heart is full

“come on, let’s go see what santa brought!” your oldest screeched, throwing you a lil wink

she used both eyes but HEY she tried

you get up and everyone comes downstairs to A TON OF PRESENTS

you’re holding the baby on your lap and he’s giggling, enthralled with watching his sisters

they got all the dolls and clothes and doll clothes that any girls could ever ask for

and shoes and purses

just anything joey thought would make them smile

he’s BEAMING watching them, his other hand rubbing your knee

and he was so meant to be a girl dad

he’s a wonderful dad to your son too, he loves his lil boy but

those girls have daddy wrapped. and he’s HAPPY about it

you smile at joe and he returns it

you’re so thankful for all the sacrifices he makes for your family

i mean

even last night be barely slept because he had to set up (and eat) the cookies for santa and

put out all the gifts AND

there’s one more special surprise

“okay girls, daddy’s gotta go get the last present from the garage”

he kisses them both on their little heads as he walks by, and does the same to you and your son

your girls are EXCITED BEYOND BELIEF

especially when they see that

THERE IS A PUPPY

you and joe talked extensively about it and you felt it was time

he wanted a cat but. the girls had been BEGGINGGG for a dog

the baby coos and giggles at the fluffly little bundle in dada’s arms

joe comes and sits cross-legged by the girls and lets the puppy down

he’s a little timid but

your girls are being gentle despite their extreme excitement as they pet him

“what should we name him?” joe asks, and you laugh at all the suggestions

“doggy” “pillow” “fluffy” “daddy” “beep” “ummmm…. luca”

“i like luca!” you admit

your toddler is climbing onto the couch and she sits in your lap

“pillow was my favorite” joe laughs. “we can go with luca”

your morning carries on, the happiness continues to flow through your home as soft christmas music plays

you and joe help the baby unwrap his presents before your tradition of making christmas morning cinnamon rolls

the girls are having fun with all their toys AND their new puppy

they both made sure to say thank you a million times to you and joe, accompanied by a million hugs

the baby is in his bouncer and you’re in the kitchen

joe comes and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing you on the cheek as you make hot chocolate for everyone

“merry christmas baby” he says, you return the sentiment

“i guess it’s true what they say, that the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be on your own front door” you tell him, sing-songing

he smiles softly

“it’s definitely what’s behind that door. it’s what’s in this home”

he gives you a sweet kiss before helping you plate breakfast

you couldn’t agree more. this is your dream life. and you are so grateful

photos and dividers are not mine. all cred to owners.

taglist: @slimshiesty @starsinthesky5 @kykysinlovewithafairytale @burrowdarling @joeyb1989 @loveyatopluto @toterry @unhingedfangirl @superheroprincess22 @burreauxsworld @definitelynotdomanique @samanthamark5 @superstarshitblog @fa1ry03 @wickedfun9 @xbriexx @venic-bxtch @burrowdarling @angels555 @idbe-theman @yelenasbraid @ladyluvduv @joeburrowshaircurl @joeybisbootiful @livinobx @blairsworld22 @jarring-behavior @joeyburrrow @yomamaslays4lyfe

[pomefioredove]

can i order a sugar cookie, #18, with frosting and dry fruit please 💕💕 love your work

coughs weakly

order #18, sugar with frosting, dry fruit

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ intent to bite

summary: a miscommunication leads to sharing a small bed with lilia tropes: only one bed, first kiss characters: lilia additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, who is an adult, a lil suggestive

"Told you this was a bad idea," Grim mumbles.

"Why am I stuck with Sebek, anyway?! I should be with my hench-human!"

You hold a finger to your lips. So much for hoping Grim would mind his manners on this trip.

"We've been over this," Silver says, carrying a six or seven bags inside the house. "Malleus will take the first guest room, Lilia and the Prefect will take the second, because it has two beds. Sebek and I are sleeping in the lounge, where there's a dog bed for you."

"I'm no dog!"

"That's not-" Silver sighs, looking to you for help. You have nothing.

Then, there's breath on your neck and a voice in your ear. "Oh, don't look so glum. It'll be a fine bonding experience for you boys!"

You jolt, and Lilia giggles into your ear, the airy, cheerful sound almost as teasing as the prank.

Grim sighs. "I bet Sebek snores like a lawn mower..."

"And you don't?" you mutter, much to Lilia's delight.

"Khee hee. Personally, I'm tickled by this! The Zigvolt family is as welcoming as ever. Oh, Malleus, do you need help with that?"

The smaller fae leaves to hold the door open for Malleus, while Grim repeats "tickled??" in a grumble. Silver sighs again.

"It's been a long journey. We'll all feel better once we've slept,"

"This can't be right,"

You stand in the narrow doorway, overnight bag in hand. The guest room is dark, but you can still feel how small it is. There's no way two people can fit in here.

Lilia peers over your shoulder. "What's- ah. I see,"

Your eyes adjust to the darkness. There's only one. There's only one bed.

"Now, this is unfortunate. Our rooms must have been mixed up. And Malleus has already retired, poor thing..."

You look at him. "What are we going to do?"

"Do? Why, sleep, of course,"

"Where?"

Lilia smiles and pats your head, as if you were an adorable kitty cat rather than a very tired and disgruntled adult after a full day of travel.

"In bed, my dear. Unless you were planning on taking the bath,"

He slips under your arm and into the room, tossing his bag on the floor with no regard or interest for the clothes and trinkets that spill from it.

You follow, putting your own things away as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. "Well?"

"...You can't honestly act as if this is normal,"

Lilia giggles. "What are you so afraid of? I'm not going to eat you,"

You listen, if only a little, sitting at the edge of the bed, as far from him as possible. Why is this making you so nervous?

"I'm just not used to it. That's all,"

Shit excuse. He can tell, too, if that smirk of his is any indication.

"Ah, I see. You think, hope, perhaps? that I'm going to make a move on you, as the kids say,"

Your eyes widen and you stumble over yourself, trying to come up with a rebuttal, an excuse, a lie, anything at all.

His smirk sharpens. Literally- his fangs dig into his lower lip, and he sticks his tongue out at you.

"If you're going to be this tense all night, you won't get any sleep. I'll tell you what-" he says, sitting up. "I will graciously allow you one kiss to sate your curiosity. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Now that's just unfair. "That's- what makes you think I would-!"

You stumble some more, and he drinks in the sight of you, flustered and nervous and oh-so close to him.

Lilia lets you argue with yourself until you're spent.

"...Fine,"

He claps. "Very well. Come here, Prefect,"

You sigh, but cross the bed, anyway, feeling the soft, handmade quilt underhand. You can't believe you're going to do this in Sebek's house, of all places...

Curse this fae.

You sit before him, far more vulnerable than you would have liked.

"Very good. But you could come a little closer, don't you think?"

Again, you listen. You sit on his lap, straddling his thighs, much to his delight.

"Better," he mumbles, perhaps more to himself than to you, because then his hand is holding the back of your head and his mouth is on yours.

Lilia doesn't give you much, and you know that's his intention. The kiss is much too chaste for him, and much too slow for you, but passion and pace were never a part of the deal.

You let it go.

And with some reluctance, you part from him, warm and jittery. That wasn't enough, and he knows it.

"You look like you have something you want to ask," Lilia says, his fingers brushing over your neck, feeling the beating of your heart in your pulse.

"...No," you lie.

He smirks again, baring his fangs as if warning you of his intent to bite.

"Khee hee. Don't worry, desire is nothing to be ashamed of. And we all have our little secrets... I, for example, may have asked Malleus to switch rooms with us."

Despite what Silver had said, you can't imagine sleeping now.