#had to make him a bunny of course of course

[minorlyatfault]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 ! j. todd x f!reader

𝒮ypnosis: after a rough(er than usual) night, jason peter todd seeks comfort in your arms.

𝒲arnings: ooc jason todd (?) grammatical errors (?) (my poor attempt at being poetic & my writing while half asleep.)

𝒩ote: reader is slightly(too) girly(im sorry), reader has a bunny named mr. bugs bunny. the pastel color of reader's bed was not specified, so you decide which shade of pastel reader 's bed is.

jason's already spent by the time he opens your apartment door. his body is lead, bruised, scraped, & he has no idea what the hell else he beat himself up over tonight. his leather jacket weighs him down more than it should, his boots drag along the floor, & all he wants to do is collapse into something soft and forget the world exists.

& that's just what he does.

&, for some reason, the moment he catches sight of you curled up in bed, wrapped in your cocoon of pastel blankets & surrounded by stuffed animals, something about him just… melts.

your(that is now 'ours') room is ridiculously cute. like, embarrassingly so. fairy lights dangle in the walls. everything is surrounded in this gorgeous warm pink light. there is a bookshelf full of novels, tiny knick-knacks, & far too many candles. scattered around on the floor, there are pastel pillows, &, of course, mr. bugs bunny—the oldest stuffed rabbit there is, right next to jason, chilling away.

it was nothing like anything jason had known. nothing he was familiar with. nothing he's used to.

he would feel out of place in your room—big, scarred, forever covered in blood & gunpowder. but somehow it doesn't. it couldn't.

it just feels like home.

he exhales, running his hand through his hair before shedding his jacket, letting it flop over the back of the chair. his boots land on the floor with a thud; he rubs a tired hand down his face. normally he would try to shake off the weight of the night before getting into bed. and normally, he'd have to take a shower. he refuses to be close to you by the end of the day, & he, having the scent of smoke.

but tonight he just doesn't have it in him.

the mattress dips as he climbs in beside you, & you stir, blinking up at him sleepily.

"jay?"

your voice is groggy, soft, & he feels his chest tighten just hearing it. you barely open your eyes, just enough to see him, & instead of saying anything, you just lift the blanket in silent invitation. an invitation for him to get closer.

& jason doesn't think twice.

he slides under the covers, the blanket's & your(mostly yours)warmth immediately surrounding him, & instead of pulling you to him like usual, he does something he rarely does—he rests his head on your chest.

usually, it's you who rests on his chest, as it makes him feel like he's protecting you, even when unconscious. it allows you to feel vulnerable while he guards you (in the most non-sexist way, this man KNOWS not to underestimate a woman).

but this time, he lets himself be the one who is protected, the one who is vulnerable. & you never felt prouder than when he does this, trusting you—not that he already doesn't—to witness a side of him where it's him who is asking for protection.

it's quiet for a moment. the only sound is your heartbeat, steady & slow beneath his ear.

& holy hell, jason almost melts on the spot as your arms wrap around him, fingers threading into his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

it's ridiculous how good this feels.

"you okay?" you murmur sleepily.

jason just hums, nuzzling further into you, like he can bury himself in your warmth & stay there forever.

your fingers continue tracing lines through his hair, slow and gentle, & every once in a while, you press a soft kiss to the top of his head. he shudders a shaky breath, some of the tension in his muscles; disburden.

rough nights are normal for him. he's used to them. but this? this—you, your warmth, your heartbeat steady against his ear—this is not normal. it's… something else. something better. and gods, he loves it.

"bad night?" you ask after a while.

jason sighs against your skin. "something like that."

you hum softly, rubbing slow circles into his back. "wanna talk about it?"

"not really."

you nod, "fine." you don't push, don't ask for details. you just keep holding him, keep running your fingers through his hair, & somehow, that's better than anything else you could say.

& jason?

jason lets himself sink into it.

because he doesn't get this often. he doesn't do this often. letting someone hold him, letting himself be held—it makes him feel vulnerable in a way that still freaks him out. but right now, he just doesn't care.

right now, he just wants you.

& you want him to realize that he can experience this as much as he wants. you will make him realize that he's always welcome.

"you know," you murmur, voice teasing now, "for someone so big & "scary", you make a pretty good teddy bear."

jason groans, tucking his face further into your chest. "don't start."

you laugh, & he can feel your laugh vibrate beneath his cheek.

"just saying," you say, your fingers brushing through his hair again. "the red hood, gotham's biggest badass, currently snuggled up in a pastel colored bed, cuddling a stuffed rabbit—"

"i am not cuddling the damn rabbit."

you tilt your head a little, gazing down at him with a smug little grin. "jay. you literally are."

jason scowls, shifting slightly, &—goddammit. sure enough, mr. bugs bunny is half-squished beneath his arm. he glares at it like it personally offended him.

you snicker. "guess that makes him your new best friend."

jason lets out the heaviest sigh of his life. "i hate this."

"you love this."

"no."

"you love me," you sing-song, dragging your fingers through his hair again, making him shiver.

jason groans dramatically. "yeah, yeah. that, i do."

you giggle, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "then you’re just gonna have to accept the fact that you & mr. bugs bunny are besties now."

jason huffs, but instead of responding, he just pulls you even closer, tucking his face into your neck.

you smile & wrap your arms tighter around him.

& then neither of you say anything.

gotham is cold & dark & loud. so dull. with so many bloodshed. so many crime. but in this ridiculously pastel bed, in the fairy lights & pastel blankets, all pressed against the one person that makes him feel like he has a place—everything's warm.

everything's quiet.

he is safe. you are safe.

& jason, for once in his goddamn life—

lets himself rest. in the arms of the woman he cherishes.

call it what you want, but at long last, the knight who has silently stood watch over his beloved princess falls onto his sword, surrendering himself into the softness of sleep. he allows her warmth to be the one protecting him. trusting her to guard him as well. & she, his guardian, holds him with such care, in safety, & one day, the norm will be reversed.

© minorlyatfault

[skzdust]

Take From Me, Leave Nothing Left

SMUT. MINORS DNI.

This fic was an anonymous request (here)! Thank you to the requester and I hope you all like it! I had so much fun writing it teehee

Title is from "Hypnosis" by Sleep Token!

Summary: You've been texting Seonghwa all day, and when he gets home, he's about to show you how mean he can be.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x afab Reader

Includes: overstimulation, nipple play, vibrators, dildos, gagging, needy texting, creampie, pleaseeeee practice safe sex irl!

Word count: 1.7k

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Masterlist

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11:34am, Feb 02

You: Hiii Hwa Seonghwa 💕: Hello my love =) You: When are you going to be homeeeeee Seonghwa 💕: I have a full day my love Seonghwa 💕: There is much dancing to be done You: :( Seonghwa 💕: I’ll be home soon enough, I promise, darling You: You’d better Seonghwa 💕: xx

1:43pm, Feb 02

You: Can you hurry up with the dancing Seonghwa 💕: We’re dancing so fast, my love You: Please? Seonghwa 💕: Just be patient for a few more hours for me, doll You: Idk I really want your cock You: But I’ll try Seonghwa 💕: Good girl xx

3:57pm, Feb 02

You: Hwa, please, need you Seonghwa 💕: You NEED me? You: Yes, I do Seonghwa 💕: Patience is a virtue, doll You: Okay, but getting railed within an inch of my life is also a virtue Seonghwa 💕: That doesn’t make sense You: Please? Seonghwa 💕: I’ll be home soon, promise You: Okay, hurry back Seonghwa 💕: I’ll do my best, love

5:41pm, Feb 02

You: You going to be home soon? Seonghwa 💕: Wrapping things up now, shouldn’t be more than a few minutes! You: THANK GOD You: Was considering pulling out the vibrator Seonghwa 💕: Wow Seonghwa 💕: Didn’t know you were disobedient as well as needy. You: I’m not disobedient, you didn’t say anything about the vibrator :) You: What’s a girl to do when her man’s not here to fuck her? Seonghwa 💕: Just be ready for me when I’m home.

The door creaked open, and you practically jumped up from where you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through something on your phone. “Seonghwa!”

“Hi, baby.” He didn’t look at you, locking the door behind him and setting his bag down. “Someone’s been needy today, haven’t they?”

You swallowed, already hungry for whatever he had planned. “Yeah, I have.”

He still didn’t look at you, walking into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. “Bothering me while I’m at work.”

“I’m sorry, Hwa.”

He laughed. “Don’t lie to me, you’re not sorry.”

“I just want you.” You mumbled.

“I know.” He took a sip, finally turning around to face you. “So you’re going to get me. You’re going to get a punishment.”

“A punishment?”

“Mhm.” He tilted his head a bit. “And it was a busy day for me, so I think I deserve someone— something— to take my stress out on, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, of course.” You breathed.

He smiled, that big grin like sunshine. “Perfect, then, baby.” He jerked his head towards the bedroom. “Go.”

You scrambled to stand up and get to the bedroom, getting your clothes off and thrown into a pile in the corner. You laid yourself out on the bed, your lingerie giving you the extra bit of confidence you needed to feel really sexy.

Seonghwa walked into the room like the wolf who knew he had the bunny cornered. You could feel your pulse quicken.

He smiled, all teeth. “Aw, look at you, all ready for me.”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

He leaned over you, tangling his fingers in the straps crisscrossing your chest, taking a moment to admire how they looked on your skin before he yanked towards himself, pulling you up off the bed. You struggled to get your hands under you. “Hwa!”

“Sir.” He said, looking at you darkly. “You know to address me as sir. Don’t make that mistake again.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded quickly.

He let go, pushing you back onto the bed. “Hands and knees.”

You obeyed his command, getting yourself into position and looking over your shoulder.

“Fuck.” Seonghwa groaned. “So pretty.”

Your breath caught as he moved to the dresser, pulling out your collection of sex toys. He selected a big vibrator and walked back over. “You want this?”

“Yes, sir.”

He laughed, mumbling something to himself as he walked back over to you. He helped you take your lacy underwear off, throwing them aside with the rest of your clothes. You inhaled as you felt the vibrator touch your entrance. Seonghwa teased you with it for a little bit, then, without warning, shoved it inside.

Seonghwa was usually one for foreplay, teasing you till you were soaked, working you up slowly. Starting with just a finger before moving onto a bigger dildo, and then finally his cock. But it seemed today he was down to business as he switched the vibrator onto its highest setting and began to ruthlessly fuck you with it.

You made a sound that might’ve been a moan or a squeak or something in between, your arms shaking at the effort of keeping you up. Seonghwa kept on going, and he started talking. “You know, you talk a lot of game for someone who can barely stay in the position I’ve asked you to. You’d think that after all of your talk and neediness you’d be able to withstand a little more than one vibrator.”

“I can!” You moaned. “I can take it, sir.”

“Oh, can you?” He teased. “Can you take more?”

“Yes!”

He leaned over you and started to play with one of your nipples. “I’m gonna overstimulate you until you’re sobbing and begging me to stop, baby. And then I’m going to keep going.”

Your mouth dropped open in a long moan, and you arched back against him.

“Yeah? You like the sound of that?” His voice was almost soft.

“Yes.” You whined.

“Good girl.” He whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the buzzing of the vibrator.

His pace suddenly turned from fast to punishing, and his hand worked harder at your nipple, overwhelming you with stimulation. It wasn’t long until you were coming with a moan, your legs shaking.

He pulled the vibrator out and pushed you down onto your front before rolling you onto your back. His eyes surveyed your form. “Beautiful, but I need you looking a bit more debauched.”

You smiled, your mind in a bit of a post-orgasm haze. “How do you intend to do that?”

“I intend to fuck your face and your pussy at the same time.”

Your head tilted back with a groan. “Fuck, Seong-sir.” You caught yourself just in time.

He ignored your near slip-up but for a twitch of his lips. “Open your legs.”

You did., opening your mouth too.

“I would tell you you’re a good girl, but you’re just taking a punishment, so doing what’s expected of you doesn’t deserve all that much respect, wouldn’t you agree?”

Before you could respond, Seonghwa pushed the vibrator he’d just been fucking you with into your mouth, muffling a noise from you. The silicone had a strange, nearly bitter taste in your mouth, and you could taste yourself all over it. He repositioned himself, getting in a good place so he could start to fuck you with two fingers at the same time as he was fucking your face. Thankfully, he didn’t turn the vibrator on, but the act was dirty enough that your entire body felt like it was on fire. You shut your eyes, settling into the sensations.

He laughed, a low sound. “Fucking slut. Do you like that? Does that feel good to you?”

You nodded, moaning as he shallowly fucked your mouth.

“Of course it does.” He continued. “You would like being treated like this.”

This continued for a while, and then he went back to the drawer to retrieve more toys, this time a gag and an even bigger dildo.

He strapped the gag onto your face, pulling on it a few times to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere, and then began to fuck you with the dildo. “Look at you, taking it like a whore. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? My little fucktoy.”

You moaned as much as the gag would allow. You were starting to get overwhelmed, all of the sensations so potent. You could feel every nerve in your body so strongly, especially the ones between your legs.

You weren’t ready to start begging, yet. It was still on the positive side of strong, not quite edging into overstimulation just yet.

But it hit that point quickly when Seonghwa slid a couple of fingers in beside the dildo, stretching you even wider. You moaned a few times, pointing at the gag to show him you needed to tell him something. He paused for a moment to undo the straps.

“Sir, it’s— it’s so much— it’s too much.”

He studied your face for a moment before his mouth spread into a smile. “No, it’s not, not yet.”

You watched as he undid his belt and took off his pants and boxers, letting his cock free.

You let out a breath looking at it. Seonghwa still had to get off, and leave it to him to get you as sensitive as possible before doing so.

He lined himself up and smirked at you before pushing inside. “Fuck, slut, you’re so tight, you feel so good.”

He let both of you adjust for just a moment before starting to fuck you, his hips snapping back and forth into you. His mouth fell open as he fucked you, mumbling things in your ear. “You feel so good around me”, “such a good fucktoy”. You shivered and moaned with every degrading name and the sensations he gave you with them. He started playing with your nipples again, and your moans turned into whines. It was so overwhelming, you were so overstimulated, but it felt so good, he felt so good.

His thrusts became more erratic, more stuttering, and his hips pushed forward one last time as you felt an unmistakable warmth filling you. You loved it when he came inside, claimed you as his.

He fell limp, and you rolled onto your side, curling into him. His arms wrapped around you, and you thought if you didn’t have to, you’d never move.

But, of course, that wasn’t the case, and after a few moments Seonghwa gently kissed your hair. “Okay, baby, let’s get in the shower.”

“But ‘m cozy.” You grumbled.

“You’ll be even cozier once you’re clean.” He pulled out slowly, his cum spilling all over the sheets. “And we need clean sheets, too.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” You sighed.

“And then we can cuddle after.” He smiled.

“Yes please.” You smiled back. “Love you, Seonghwa.”

“Love you too, baby.”

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Wolf!Tomura being allowed basic freedom for once and immediately getting into body mods, so he appears at bunny!Dabis shop (a very pretty and very modded bunny), and gets his ears pierced, and then he gets a tattoo, and them he realises that he has a crush on the cute bunny so he gets some more piercings and tattoos to get to know the other more (Dabi also has a massive crush, he is just ignoring it cause of self-worth issues) and then he decideds to get a dick piercing, cause he knows Dabi likes them in partners of the past, and Tomura wants him to enjoy himself so much when they finally finally fuck (Also he gets off a little on the pain)

Dabi was willing to ride the man right there on the table when he saw the size of Tomura's cock, but he had to be professional through the entire process, he somehow succeeded and then goes home to try and find a toy that will match the size of the dick he just saw.

They end up fucking once the dick piercing is healed, Tomura was the last appointment of the day and Dabi came to work prepared, streached out and lubed up. They also manage to get themselves into a functional relationship afterwards.

HOT! Oh, I love the idea of Wolf!Tomura being just so down bad for the cute bunny that he keeps getting tattoos and piercings. But I've got to inject some of my favorite wolf/bunny treats too:

Tomura is, supposedly, just the son of a major CEO. In actuality, of course, he's gearing up to take over the criminal underground in Japan. Dabi is the self-exiled son of a police chief, whose cadet brother has recently gotten in contact with him because there have been some strange bodies turning up that seem to be from illegal farming, and a few of them have tattoos Shoto was hoping he might be able to look at and help identify the artists so the police can get a better chance as tracking down the names of the victims from what's left of the skin.

Tomura is having his rebellious phase, Dabi is being obstinate, and they don't exactly hit it off, but the attraction is immediate. Tomura starts getting the tattoos and piercings but always seems to heal more quickly than Dabi expects. Shoto keeps him looped in on the case, and he finds out the victims had traces of an experimental drug in their system that makes them heal much faster so that they could be butchered more than once. Dabi puts two and two together and still wants to get railed by the wolf who might eat him alive, more than once, if he really is the mastermind behind that organization. And after Tomura gets his dick piercings, Dabi tells him that his heat is going to start in a few days, but he'll want to see him for a follow-up appointment before then.

It's an invitation, and Tomura comes back, fully healed, in three days' time and absolutely ruins his cute bunny's hole. Dabi has his confirmation about who owns the farm that his brother is investigating then, but that dick (and he supposes the wolf it's attached to) is too good to give up now, and he turns a blind eye as he starts to work on the next piece the other man wants: a full sleeve with a wolf chasing a rabbit through whirls of smoke and fog, a red string leashing them together.

[alphascnsual]

Jasper had only been in the frat for a couple hours and only been with the king so far, but it already felt silly to compare him to the others who had been in his position before. In the grand scheme of things, they were glorified flesh lights- and while Jasper was fated to be the same, it was clear how much he relished the task and how much joy and effort he put into fulfilling his duties. The ease of the other's submission didn't go unnoticed either- Blake didn't have to ask twice, or even ask at all, for the other to comply and do as he wished. That was a massive turn-on and definitely earned major brownie points that would soon cash into real-world perks that the bunny wasn't even aware would be headed his way. Speaking of rewards, Blake now focused on giving the other his very first. He couldn't help the smirk that traced across his lips as the other voiced his wish. "My specialty," he murmured, stealing another kiss from the blond when he finished speaking, "Your wish ..."

The Italian-American kept an arm wrapped around the acrobat's waist and rocked his weight onto his feet, smoothly standing up, stilling buried inside the other. He turned them around and laid Jasper down on the bed where he himself had been sitting a moment ago, and when he straightened up, he took each of Jasper's legs, his palms sliding to find the bunny's ankles and he gently began to push forward, bending the lithe boy's body in half and allowing him to push even deeper inside the other's already well-used cunt than he'd been before. He held Jasper's legs wide and still and licking his lips, he cheekily winked down at him before starting to pulse his hips once more, this time ramping his rhythm up quickly and sharply; soon making his intention clear. In no time, the alpha jock was fucking Jasper as hard and as deep as was physically possible and showed no signs of mercy or slowing; in fact, all physical signs and his promise earlier pointed to the opposite: he would be keeping his promise and fucking the greatest orgasm the other had ever had out of him before using him as a cumdump and leaving yet another load huge enough to fill and leak out of the blond for the rest of the night and next day.

A knock at the door wasn't enough to disturb Blake's strokes and he called for whomever it was to enter. He looked up to see one of the other senior members of the frat, "Sup?" the sweat covered athlete asked, continuing to pound Jasper as though he were trying to split him in half, "Can I borrow your charger?" the brother asked, unable to stop himself from looking down at the action taking place, "Yeah, bro, 'course- you know where it is," Blake responded casually. The other moved past them to grab the cable from the bedside table before moving back towards the door before pausing for a moment. "The Bunny'll be open to brothers from tomorrow afternoon- once you guys are done helping move his stuff in, he's all yours," Blake answered before the other could ask and the brother turned to sheepishly smile and nod shyly, confirming that that had been what he was working up the courage to ask, "No more disturbances tonight," he said, gesturing his his head for the other to take his leave and the brother offered a much more resolute nod to the command before closing the door behind him, "Now ... where was I ... oh, right- claiming you."

Just like the frat president relished in the delight of not having to guide some amateur wannabe slut through the duties of being a bunny, Jasper was finding his own bliss in the pleasure of letting go, submiting without the worry of denying himself one bit of ecstatic arousal in the process. He absolutely loved giving himself over into the confident hands of a dominant top, but to his chagrin, he'd come across plenty of wannabe 'alphas' with more misguided cockiness than actual skills, and he was too much of a diva to just lay there and take mediocre dick without pushing back. But Blake was clearly in no need of any lessons from the blonde power bottom, who instead moaned in ecstatic bliss, groaning with a happy smile as he bounced on the stallion's monster cock, gladly letting the muscular top assist his bubbly ass slam harder on the thick length and making Jasper see stars.

He certainly hadn't expected this to work out as perfectly as it had thus far. When Blake and his fellow brothers talked him up at the gym and recruited him based on his salacious reputation, Jasper had been... excited at the idea of indulging this fantasy, of showing off his body and talents for the fraternity to see what a real bunny had to be like. But a part of him, maybe one born from cockiness or a parade of lovers in his past that had been satisfactory but never enough to keep his interest for longer, had been not fully convinced this deal would be truly fulfilling his needs. However, feeling Blake's hands and lips on his body in this moment, the thick Italian cock pulsing inside him, feeling every inch as his hole bounced up and down on the mighty pole, confirmed what Jasper had begun realizing earlier as he got fucked surrounded by all those gawking frat brothers. This place was just what he craved and needed. Being Blake's to own and share with his brothers was possibly finally enough to satisfy his thirst.

The blonde's eyes filled with even more of a lust and hunger as his nipples were played with, and his lips found Blake's with the hunger of a starving man as the other told him to lean in for a kiss. He moaned without shame as their lips connected, wanting the frat president to feel just how much he was into this right now - riding Blake's dick was not just a duty, he wasn't simply trying to do the best job he could as the frat bunny he now was. Jasper's own pleasure might not have been top priority on paper, but he was getting just as much out of this right now as the other. "Mhhh, thank you", he purred proudly, the praise from Blake feeling oddly satisfying even with all the confidence Jasper had in his own skills. He let out a deep moan, his own cock pulsing in the stallion's grip, his hole twitching and tightening around the enormous girth stretching it open. He had no doubt the other would make good on his word, making him cum so hard he'd pass out, and he wanted to return the favor. "Deep", was the first thing Jasper responded when asked how he wanted it, sliding almost all the way off of the other's cock before slamming down onto it again hard, gasping at his own motion. "Hard if you have the stamina for it", he teased with a wink, "because I do always love it intense, you know. But deep more than anything. I wanna sleep with that thick Italian load inside my guts and see if it's trickled out of my well-used pussy in the morning", he mused. Jasper was as much of a cumslut as he was a slut for big dicks, if not even more, and he knew he could get Blake to provide him with both.

[sturniololuvz]

For your triplet sister fic could you do one were the triplets take their four year old sister out shopping for toys and clothes an stuff then they take her out to eat and it ends with them tucking her into bed at night

I hope yall enjoy this !!! i really like this one🩷 btw yall can ask for any age , with any fic including this series!!

“A day out”

Sturniolos x sister reader

warnings: none, pure fluff 🩷

It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning when the Sturniolo triplets—Nick, Matt, and Chris—decided to take their 4-year-old little sister, Y/N, out for a fun day of shopping, food, and, of course, chaos.

“Alright, Y/N,” Matt crouched down to her level, adjusting the tiny pink backpack she insisted on bringing. “You ready to go?”

She nodded excitedly, her little hands clutching Matt’s as she beamed up at him. “I wanna get a new teddy!” she declared, her voice full of determination.

Chris chuckled, ruffling her hair. “A new teddy? What about all the ones you already have?”

“But this one will be special,” she reasoned, her big eyes looking up at them, making it impossible to say no.

Nick grinned, crossing his arms. “Well, how can we argue with that logic?”

The four of them piled into the car, Matt behind the wheel as usual, with Y/N strapped securely in her pink car seat in the back.

Shopping Chaos

The moment they stepped into the store, Y/N’s eyes lit up at the sight of all the colorful dresses, tiny shoes, and shelves full of stuffed animals.

“Chris! Look at this one!” she squealed, holding up a sparkly tutu.

Chris pretended to inspect it seriously. “Wow, I think this would make you look like an actual princess.”

She giggled, spinning in excitement. Meanwhile, Matt picked out a tiny denim jacket for her. “What about this? It’ll match mine.”

“Oooo,” she gasped, reaching for it immediately. “Now we can be twins, Matty!”

As they continued browsing, a girl in her late teens approached them hesitantly, holding her phone with wide eyes.

“Oh my God, are you guys the Sturniolo Triplets?” she asked, trying to keep her excitement in check.

Nick smiled warmly. “Yeah, that’s us!”

“Could I, um, get a picture?” she asked nervously, her hands slightly shaking.

“Of course!” Chris said. “Come on over.”

As the fan moved closer, Y/N instinctively grabbed Matt’s hand and hid behind his leg, peeking out shyly.

“Aww, don’t be shy,” Matt said softly, rubbing her little back. “She’s just a little nervous,” he explained to the fan with a chuckle.

“She’s so cute,” the fan gushed.

Nick knelt down beside Y/N. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You wanna be in the picture, or do you wanna be our bodyguard and make sure we look good?”

Y/N giggled but stayed hidden behind Matt. “I’ll be the bodyguard,” she whispered.

After taking a few photos, they thanked the fan and continued shopping. Y/N picked out a plush bunny—“Bun Bun,” she decided to name it—before they made their way to checkout.

Dinner & A Sleepy Disaster

After a successful shopping trip, the group headed to a nearby Italian restaurant for dinner. They settled into a booth, Y/N squeezed between Matt and Chris while Nick sat across from them.

“I want spaghetti and meatballs!” Y/N announced as she flipped through the kids’ menu, despite not knowing how to read all the words.

Chris chuckled. “I think that’s a great choice.”

When their food arrived, Y/N’s excitement had turned into exhaustion. Her tiny body, overwhelmed from the day’s adventure, started drooping against Matt’s side.

Matt glanced down and chuckled. “Uh-oh, we’re losing her.”

Nick waved a fork in front of her. “Hey, sleepyhead. Your spaghetti’s here.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open at the mention of food, and suddenly, she sat up straight. “Spaghetti?” she mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

Chris laughed. “Food is the only thing that can wake her up.”

The moment she started eating, the mess began. Marinara sauce ended up everywhere—on her cheeks, hands, even a little on Matt’s sleeve.

“Oh, come on,” Matt groaned playfully, looking at the stain on his hoodie.

Nick grabbed a napkin and wiped Y/N’s face. “You’re literally a disaster, but we love you anyway.”

Y/N only giggled, stuffing another forkful of spaghetti into her mouth.

The Sleepiest Ride Home

By the time they left the restaurant, Y/N was completely drained. As soon as Matt buckled her into her pink car seat, her head flopped to the side, and soft snores filled the car.

Chris turned around in the passenger seat, watching her sleep. “That was fast.”

“She’s had a big day,” Nick said, adjusting the shopping bags in the back.

Matt started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “Well, she earned it.”

The drive home was peaceful, the only sounds being the soft hum of music on the radio and Y/N’s steady breathing.

When they arrived home, Chris unbuckled her seat and gently lifted her out, cradling her small body against his chest. She stirred slightly, gripping his hoodie but never fully waking up.

Inside, the triplets worked together to tuck her into her small toddler bed.

Nick carefully removed her tiny shoes. “She’s out cold.”

Chris set her plush bunny next to her. “She’s gonna wake up so confused in the morning.”

Matt pulled her blanket up to her chin and smoothed her hair. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered.

They all lingered for a second, watching their baby sister sleep peacefully.

Nick smiled. “We’re, like, the best big brothers ever.”

Chris snorted. “Obviously.”

And with that, they turned off the light and quietly left the room, closing the door behind them, leaving Y/N to dream about sparkly tutus, spaghetti, and another fun day with her brothers.

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pair. Gamer Husband Satoru x m!reader

wc. 1.2k

genres. House husband, stay at home, lovesick, malewife, dinner, cuddling, clingy Toru, work from home, fellatio, hold the moan, work call, tech support, desk bunny.

Gamer Husband!Satoru mlist

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Gamer Husband!Satoru who’s been having trouble focusing on his work during the day. Letting you convince yourself that it was due to your not being there, rather than his chronic procrastination. Feeling so bad for the poor thing that you’d taken a day off just to test his little ‘theory.’

Gamer Husband!Satoru who is ecstatic to finally have you right home where you belong, reminiscing on when you used to work from home, though finding more financial advantages in going into the building itself. All at the cost of leaving your sulky husband at home to glue himself to yet another screen. Whether the purpose of it be for entertainment or work was up to fate. 

Gamer Husband!Satoru who hasn’t stopped clinging to you since you’d announced your staying for the day come next. Ushering you in to make a cozy dinner for his hard-working husband catering to his needy demands, he set you up nice on the counter, wanting you to have a good view of his ‘chefly process.’

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose hands ‘just so happen’ to brush over your thighs that were loosely crossed on the marble counter…repeatedly as he manages to find new ways each time to get his wandering paws on you. It wasn’t discreet at all, more like the exact opposite, but you allowed yourself to play into it, seeing as he was feeding you samples throughout his shenanigans.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who winds up eating with you right on the counter, nestled between the inners of your legs, braced up as your hands guided morsels stabbed through the fork up to his awaiting, open mouth. Easy enough, he was sweet talking his way through the entire meal, taking a turn or two to give you a few bites by his hand.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who murmurs things like, “You could have this everyday, y’know.” and “..Quit your job, spend all your time with me, honey. I can provide for you better than those corporates..” mingled between your breathy laughs. Sometimes you wondered how you were even allowed to get out the door with this as your homebody.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who offers to wash the dishes later, using it as an excuse to get back to his desk quicker—with you in tow. Easily hoisting you up in his steady sleeper-built arms, he brought both of you over from the pristine kitchen and back to the home office that was more his than yours. All along the way, he was cooing and acting like you’d gone off to war, died and came back to him. Ever the drama king, this one.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who sets yourselves up cozily under the plush of your comforters, abandoning whatever workload on his desktop until the morning, snagging whatever time he could with the man he’d grown to adore over the course of their marriage and even before. Work could wait. Work could always wait for you.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who drifts off after settling in with your face pressed into the crook of his neck, giving his fingers all access to trace languidly through your silky strands. The repeated motion effortlessly calmed out your breathing, slowing it down until it was almost in time with his. Legs all intertwined, blowing out, soft, warm air as you follow suit in dozing into a sated sleep. 

Gamer Husband!Satoru who has always been an early riser, making your breakfast as usual but already back at his desk, typing away at some unknown project, leaving you to sit upright and pull the faintest of pouts. His headphones were snug on his head and he was yammering away on a work call about whatever it was he was looking at on his screen. And oh, did this seem like the best idea you’d had in a while.

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose resolve and work façade faded fast as ever when you’d gotten up under him, holding a finger up to your lips with the cutest hint of mischief in your expression. Tucked neatly between his legs, you listened to the hitch in his breath when you’d undone his fly, effectively wettening up his boxers with your featherlight kisses and licks over the fabric.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who had to make a decision based on which ratio his multi-tasking should go in—you, trying to or already, rather, working through his pants or the support worker on the other end of the line. Ultimately, it came to a not-so straight 50/50, where he stammered out something like, “U-uh yeah, ‘m listening. Just..confused a bit on the..workings of this thing..” playing off—a tad poorly—the sensation of your lips already taking the pink, flushed tip of him up in between. Tongue licking and flicking along that sensitive, leaking slit there, giving a few more playful sucks before taking him deeper.

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose hand came to thread through your hair, leaning back with his phone now tucked between his shoulder and ear as he bit his bottom lip, smiling faintly as your expert and familiar heat felt him out. Head rolling a bit, his fingers tightened and he got a little carried away, seeing how he started to make his own rhythm. That near-smug smile quickly shifted into a slight ‘o’ forming with his barely hung lips. 

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose veins you could already feel pulsing against your tongue as he worked himself up to the crest in your waiting mouth. “Yeah, yeah..uhuh, I..I got it. F-for sure…thanks,” he’d rushed, trying to get the assistant off the line before he blew his load down your throat. What would HR think?

Gamer Husband!Satoru who got a flutter in his chest when the line finally went dead, properly looking down at you and bringing his other hand into the mix. Deepthroating him now, your eyes were forced into a teary squint and you could only hear his breathy, whiny encouragements. “Nghh..~ Fuck yes, babe..” he’d panted out, smiling back down on you once more. “So glad I m-married you, married this..ugh..slutty fuckin’ mouth…” simply just babbling, as he usually did when he got close enough.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who started borderline whimpering when you swallowed around him, with your nose smushed up against his pelvis, eliciting a choppy groan of satisfaction and a few rounds of gasping, “I’m cumming, fuck,” as he rode out his climax inside your throat. Rope after rope of his load coming freely and making you fall slack into his lap with a couple reverberating moans and gags around his erupting shaft.

Gamer Husband!Satoru whose cum slides easily down with a resounding, greedy gulp from you, ending with his cock slipping out of your mouth, slick with a mess of your combined fluids. Slumping back in his cushioned chair, leaning down to kiss your spit-swollen lips, not only getting a taste for you but of the remnants of his own release on your tongue.

Gamer Husband!Satoru who, following getting himself cleaned up and thanked you profusely with light, lavender scented aftercare, had to eventually call back the support team. Seeing as he gathered virtually nothing that solved his problem entirely. Guess it wasn’t as 50/50 as he presumed.

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[megaawkwardhuman]

just kinda dawned on me that I never posted this WHOOPS

as part of a wwdits discord server event thing I redrew this amazing drawing by the lovely @vapmie :]

[natsukazesan]

Okay the fnaf movie was pretty banging

[bunnysbullshit]

[arminsumi]

... hubby!Gojo with a huge breeding kink who just obsesses over you when you're ovulating and can't think about anything else but fucking a baby into your hips.

+ warnings; mdni, breeding kink, some dumbification

+ an; I literally had this idea in my drafts for a year... 😳

Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, maybe it's just because he's got heightened senses, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can smell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on — of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.

"Oh, you're ovulating." he notes after sniffing your skin... and you do a double take like he's insane. Because he is insane — you married a madman.

He pays closer attention to your cycle than you do, reminding you to mark down when you get your period, and coddling you in the days leading up to ovulation.

"Satoru, it's just an estimation." you tell him, but he's got a glow in his eyes when he sees your period tracker app telling him that today's your most fertile day — if he cums in you today, it's basically guaranteed.

He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep with his thick cock, going harder on your poor hole than he normally does — grunting more than he normally does, throbbing more than he normally does... like it just awakens something primal in him, and now he's obsessively fucking you like he has no other purpose but to breed his sweet little wife.

"Nn! Satoruuu!" you whine and paw at his torso, your walls overwhelmed by the pressure of his cock splitting you open.

"Yes babyyy?" he coos, giving you a crooked, blissed-out smile as he tilts his head.

There's sweat dripping off his abs, his pink nipples are hard, his biceps are twitching, and he's running one hand through his dampened white hair as he stills inside you for a moment.

"'s too deep! T-too big!" you moan lewdly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.

"...aw, I know I'm just too big for ya, huh?" he coos cockily; hearing you tell him that he's 'too big' never gets old.

He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised — "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.

After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a marathon, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.

He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. He really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs — pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex — there's a definite difference in the cute, snuggly sex and the literal breeding sessions no matter how much he plays it off.

"Satoru... my legs are still weak after this morning, give me a break, will you?"

"Aw come on, this is an innocent request... and if babymaking happens, it happens..." he mutters the last part under his breath.

"You're crazy."

But you know you're gonna fall for it after you take one look at his rock-hard, juicy pink, dummy big cock and those breeder balls.

He just beams victoriously when you hop over to him like a little bunny.

Satoru's pushes into you as deep as your pussy allows him, and then some more just to pressure your deepest spot, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you look, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing that he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect; thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, perfect just like he is — the cocky bastard.

When his creampies makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it.

"Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant.

He just looks up at you, face hardly an inch away, and asks a dumb, smiley "D'you feel pregnant?" ... as if it happens so fast.

"Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure — that was a joke, that was a joke! Nn! Satoru!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.

And oh god Satoru loves sliding back in for round twos. The smell of sex and cum wafting up and hitting his nose just makes him plunge back into your cum-filled little hole with only one thing in mind and that is breeding you 'till you're stuffed to the max.

"Come on, y' gonna be a good wifey for me and get knocked up?" he rasps against your ear, thrusting his cock up into your sensitive spots until his creampies turn into whipped cream, frothed up and milky-white and smeared on your pussy lips.

Like the nasty boy he is (and always has been, even before marriage), Satoru forces your head down and makes you watch him fuck his dummy big cock into you.

"Yeah, watch that cock fill you up... look at all my cum leaking out..." he tuts, "... don't be so wasteful, baby... oh well, 'm gonna fuck it back into you anyways. Come on, let me in deeper — aw, what's wrong?" he coos when you claw at his meaty bicep.

"'toruuu, so deep! Y-you're so fucking deep, I can't think..."

His heart pangs when he hears you complain about being too stuffed, "Oh baby you don't need to think, just lay there and let me put a baby in your sweet pussy — gonna fuck you so dumb, the only name you'll remember is mine."

Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM, and you swat him for being a horny idiot — but it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much cum for you." he tells you and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as an innocent man, because his thick boner is grinding hard and hot between your plush lips.

You can bet you'll probably only get to sleep when the birds are chirping, 'cause your hubby's balls are too heavy and full of cum and he needs to drain himself inside you — oh, and you can also bet that afterwards he will be sleeping like a princess, clinging to you with his face snuggled into your tummy.

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley being ready to go on his knees for his favorite nurse… but he has no idea how to show it.

Then he sees you at the pub.

It settled inside of him as a feeling of uselessness because he’s so used to knowing what to do. He takes action. He fixes things. And now he gets all flustered when you tend to his wounds, absentmindedly stroking his thigh and talking to him so so sweetly. Calling him a good boy when you finish the stitches, biting your lip as you focused on making them as neat as you could for him. He would stare at you the whole time, his cheeks heating because no one ever showed him this much care and you didn’t even seem to struggle with it- it was all natural.

You had labelled him ‘favorite patient’ in your phone but he didn’t know that. He figured you behaved like that with all the soldiers who came in- the reason you were such a good nurse.

After a well succeeded mission, the task force and the bases Staff all crowd down to the nearest pub. It was an excuse for you to finally be out of your work attire, adorning a black lacy top that made you feel sexy along with your glossy lips. He was already there, leaned back in a booth with Soap and Price as you walk in, looking around nervously.

He has to grit his teeth as he sees you. Fuck fuck fuck. This was gonna be a long night. He fisted his hands beneath the table.

This feeling of hopelessness, of not knowing what to do was so foreign that it bubbled into anger. Price frowned, noticing the rigid way his Lieutenant suddenly sat. Soap was too busy telling some story to notice anything, slamming down a hand, the beers rattling. Your colleagues crowded you into a booth that so conveniently faced him.

Why did he look at you like that? He was positively fuming, glowering, brows lowered and face set. You cowered under his gaze, eyes flickering away nervously.

His lips parted in soft surprise. Why did you look so nervous? Had he done something?

Because of course he was no clue how damn intimidating his so called love stare stare is. He follows you as you walk to the bar, leaning over, your skirt riding up. He has to blink up at the ceiling because it felt simultaneously like a gift from above, being allowed to see you like this, and like a curse from hell.

“Oh he’s down bad for her ain’t he, that fucker?” Soap exclaims, finally catching on as he lets out a hearty laugh. Simon glares.

“I think LT needs another pint” Price muses. Soap, ever the sergent he is, groans and gets up, patting Simon heavily on the shoulder before walking up to the bar next to you.

“You got him weak in the knees, Bunny” Soap grins casually, ordering the pints. It takes you a few seconds to comprehend before you lean backwards slightly, catching Simon’s gaze. This time he averts his eyes immediately. He was fucking fuming inside, not knowing how to get these feelings to go away. The only solutions he could think of were violence or sex. And violence he’s had enough of- and he’s sure the training dummies had too. Every damn night these past days he’s been punching his knuckles bloody, hoping it would satiate his restlessness. It didn’t.

And as for sex… he didn’t- well he didn’t not want that but that’s not where he wanted to start. He always threw himself into hookups or fiery flings that burned out too quickly, leaving embers he didn’t care for. He didn’t want that with you. He wanted to be genuine, slow, proper. And he had no idea how. He didn’t like not being good at things.

Your eyes stay on him, forcing his head to turn back to you. Your expression is unreadable, his fingers curling beneath the table before he rapidly stands up. You almost jolt at the action, the floor creaking from his weight as he stalks over to you and Soap, grumbling something.

Soap leaves, Simon trying to casually lean his elbows on the bar. “Just gonna wait for the pints” he tells you, then his jaw ticks because why did he say that? You probably don’t give a fuck what he’s doing there.

You smile softly, intrigued. “How’s your shoulder?”

It startled him, his head whipping to yours like you said something totally out of sorts. His shoulder? Right— It takes him way too long to answer.

“Fine. You did a good job. As always,” he said gruffly, looking down at the chipped wood of the bar, drumming his fingers impatiently.

“You look good.” The words slip past his lips, eyes quickly giving you a once over.

“I know.” He looks at you, sees a small glint in your eyes and the smile you smother. He wants to groan out loud at the sight.

A dry, almost laugh escapes him, shaking his head softly. “F’course you do.”

There’s a long, awkward silence where you both look anywhere but at each other, spines straightening, then slumping, then you both look at the bartender to keep busy.

He places your drink in front of you, three pints clattering in front of Simon. Neither of you move to take them.

“So I’m gonna go” Simon rumbles and turns, the pints clutched in his hands. He was overheating, fumbling in ever possible way he could and he couldn’t take it. You opened your mouth but he was already halfway across the room.

The pints rattle as he sits down. “So?” Soap asks as he leans forward. Simon grumbled that this isn fucking high school. But it’s not Soap he’s mad at. It’s himself. He had you right there.

You can’t focus the rest of the evening, laughing hollowly and sipping your drink with disinterest. Did he not find you interesting? It was so hard to read him that you started to doubt if he was playing with you. Maybe this was just the way he… was.

You hadn’t noticed everyone going out for a smoke. You hadn’t noticed the way he looked at you through the window like some kind of fucking stalker, only the glow from his cigarette giving colour to his shadow.

You down the rest of your drink, pulling your coat around you. The night is crispy, air poking your cheeks like needles.

“Are you ever going to ask me out? Because if not then I’d like to know- I don’t really know if you don’t like me or if I scare you or if there’s something entirely different at play but you cannot just stare at me and expe-“ a cold, chapped pair of lips silence you. They’re gone as quickly as they came you Simon’s eyes are wide, dropping his cigarette to the ground.

“I’m sorry- do you wanna- can I ask you out? I didn’t mean to do that but you talk a lot” he said bluntly, stuttering his way through his own mortifying actions.

He kissed you. To shut up your mindless yapping he… you shake your head in disbelief.

“You are unbelievable” you say, but there’s absolutely no malice in your tone- only wonder.

“Is that a yes?” He asks, his throat feeling tight.

“Yes. It’s a good technique you have there- do you do that on everyone? Kiss them when they talk too much? I can just imagine how Soap would rea-“

He did it again, eyes closing and inhaling sharply as he covered your cold cheeks with his hands. Christ you were a talker but he didn’t mind so much, if he was allowed to quiet you like this from now on.

[uglygirltrying]

wolf-hybrid!simon x bunny-hybrid!reader | PT2 | pt1 | pt3 |

he did show you. it was so much warmer, than in your burrow.

it was easy to feel safe and warm enough, in his big arms, to eventually fall asleep. even if he was the hunter, your natural predator, you were basking in a warm hole, filled with his musk. your head went mush and fuzzy, eyes fluttering shut.

the wolf grinned and chuckled above you. what a silly bunny. your legs twitched, as you slowly went under. so compliant, no arguing when he took you, and you so easily went limp in his arms.

oh, you were going to be so much fun when the spring comes. maybe you'd be even more submissive, or on the other hand, maybe you'd get snappy. that'd be fun, simon thought.

he can already imagine the little bunny in heat, constantly rubbing against him, begging for a litter. if he feels nice, he might even give you one. simon smirks at the thought. such a sweet thing you are.

simon felt reluctant to leave. what if you ran? well, he would surely find you, after breathing your scent in so much. but still, it would be a lot of trouble, to track you, and catch you again. he didn't want to go through all of that trouble. he didn't want you to run.

simon signed. he had to find food. some meat for himself, and maybe some bark for you. but he knew that you didn't have a strong enough reason to stay. a warm den? you surely could find another one around. a mate? not really, he basically just snatched you up, against your will. maybe if you fought more, he would feel guilty. but this, this felt like a love story. he found you, brought you home, and here you are, sleeping in his den.

he did have time to linger and think. he did hunt best in the dark after all. simon breathed out again. whatever, he thought. you could run. he'd catch you, and bring you back. whatever.

simon sat up, leaving the bunny girl to lay there. he crawled out of the den, and made his way to the surface. the sun is setting, the rays creating shadows of the surrounding birch trees. the snowfall has stopped. it's so quiet and calm. the snow is beautifully set and hard surfaced, glistening in the light.

the wolf stood up, and began his search for food.

you felt disoriented. where were you? this isn't your burrow. your eyes slowly opened, drowsy, and confused. with a croaky groan, it hit you. where you were. why, and how.

you sniffed the air. the smell is so much lighter now. with a confused expression, you looked around the den. you're alone. huh?

why? where is he? is he hiding behind the opening, waiting to spook you and punish you, when you try to leave?

he's gone. it's your chance now. you can go, leave, run back home, to your burrow. the den is colder without his body pressed against you. it's almost as cold as your burrow. oh. it's warmer here. even without him.

it almost feels shameful to even hesitate leaving. you should! but you can't. you can't get yourself to crawl out and run for your life. how would he feel, coming back, into a empty den? a nest. that feels like an bad word. it's not your nest, not even your den. you're just... there.

why can't you leave? it's his fault, of course, he must've done something to you... are you feverish, why won't you run? maybe you're sick... running would only make that worse. and there's a perfectly good bed just under you.

you sighed. how pitiful. you laid back down. how embarrassing. but it felt so good, to just lay. don't you have a backbone? it would feel better if... it would be warmer. maybe even safer. if he was there. but is he even your protector. is this den a trap, why isn't he here?

thinking felt overwhelming. or maybe it was just the topic. but it felt exhausting. you should just not think. just lay there, and hope for his return. pathetic.

simon's hands were full of bark. he already ate his meal. he didn't want to bring anything bloody into the den, it would surely disturb you. if you even were still there.

simon scoffed. it's useless to assume. he doesn't know anything about you. maybe you're waiting behind the opening, a rock in hand, waiting for him to stick his head in, so you can punish him, for taking you.

he sniffed the air. nobody else is around. at least not around the hole in the hill. the snow's surface was untouched, not counting his own footprints. maybe you were still there. hopefully you were asleep. sweet, and compliant. maybe you were awake, desperately waiting for him to come back and keep you warm.

he almost smirked at his own fantasies. how silly. you already have him dreaming. oh, he is hooked, simon chuckled.

with hands full of bark, just for you, simon stood above the entrance of his den. might as well barge in. and so he did. simon crawled into his den. and there you were. still asleep. in his nest. the wolf felt proud. he kept you around. here he was, bringing you food, while you just slept. that's how it's meant to be.

simon dropped the bark in a corner of the den. he almost rushed. he wanted to cuddle up next to you, hold you in his arms, keep you warm, and protect you. at light speed, he had crawled next to you.

even in your sleepy state, he had managed to startle you. you're eyes narrowed open.

"go back to sleep, bun..." he softly murmured to you. with a tired nod of your head, you closed your eyes, and fell back asleep.

it made simon chuckle. you will never have a reason to complain again. you're his now, after all. his.

either this is my magnum opus, or im delusional ;( heart banner by @roseschoices

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[bi-writes]

how would simon react if his mail order bride got really really sick?

mail-order bride

the phone is ringing.

he's on leave, so normally he would never even touch the thing. but there are only two ringtones he has to answer to, and this one isn't price.

he picks it up, putting it to his ear. he wipes the sweat off his brow, letting out a sigh as he steps back under the shade. the sun is out today, of course choosing to beat down on him the one day he finally decided to build you better planters for your little garden.

you've taken to it quite nicely. you love being out here, tending to the little roots and the tiny leaves that have started to sprout. he thinks you look so cute when you're out here, on your knees. you always tie a scarf around your hair and wear these sage green gloves, and he thinks you look so fucking adorable when you come back inside with dirt along your brow and a sweet little smile on your face. you always give him an update. the carrots are so stubborn, you huff, and he tries to hide his grin as you bring out your little gardening journal and scribble in it all frustrated. look, simon! the tomatoes! look! look!--and he practically keens when you grab his hand to bring him outside so he can see.

but it's gotten too small. you've outgrown the little boxes of dirt, and simon knows you're itching to do more. the planter is only half done, so he's a little peeved to be interrupted while he's just starting to get it together.

"wot is it, luv, i'm--"

"s-simon?" your voice is a soft whimper, and you're sniffling on the other line. simon stands up straighter, dropping his tools immediately as he wipes his hands on his jeans and starts to go inside.

"oi. wot happened?"

"s-simon, i-i don't feel so good, c-could you come get me?"

simon lets out a low breath, shaking his head.

"fuckin' hell, luv," he mutters, grabbing his keys and wallet by the door. "still at the library?" you had asked him to drop you off in town, wanting to visit a few of the shops along the main road. your eyes had bugged when you saw the quaint little library and pastry shop, and he agreed to come back later after your little excursion.

"y-yeah, i-i..." you cough a little. "i-i got...i got sick. in the bathroom, i-i--"

"'s olright," he quiets you. "'m comin'. gimme a few minutes."

simon finds you in the family restroom of the little library, seated on the floor and hugging the toilet. he curses under his breath when he finds you, tears blurring your vision as you cry. you didn't sound so bad on the phone, but maybe you were just holding it together until you got yourself some help.

"ohhhh, swee'eart," he sighs, pushing the hood of his jacket off as he kneels down to your level. he wipes the sweat off your forehead with a gloved hand, cupping you under your jaw. "you olright?"

"no," you sob, gasping a little between tears. "i feel terrible, s-simon, i--"

"olright," he coos. "'m 'ere now. let's get ya 'ome. get ya into bed, tha' sound good?"

you nod. you look sickly, eyes dull, a cold sweat breaking out all over you. he suspects it might be the flu, considering the body aches you seem to have and the headache you tell him about as he helps you into the car. he gives you some water, stroking your face gently, and when you tell him how cold you are, he shucks his jacket off and drapes it over you before taking you back home.

you're in and out of consciousness over the next few hours. simon had helped you into your pajamas before tucking you into bed. he watched you with a glare to make sure you took the medicine he gave you, and he made you drink at least four glasses of water before he let you drift off to sleep.

when you wake up later in the evening, the cat is purring on her little bed hanging on the windowsill. simon had installed it a few weeks ago, a little perch bed so she could look outside and watch the little bunnies that came by in the morning. it's dark out now, and when you look around, simon has turned your little diffuser on, and it smells like lemons.

"s-simon?" you croak. your throat hurts. you hear a shuffle in the kitchen, and then simon is coming into the room. he doesn't turn the main light on, merely coming close and flicking the low lamp on beside you.

"'ow are ya feelin'?" he asks softly. your eyes are watery again, and he sighs, putting the back of his hand to your forehead and grimacing. "not as warm, at least. what do ya need, hmm?"

"my throat," you whisper. "i-it hurts--"

"i'll bring ya a cuppa, baby," simon murmurs. you sniffle, leaning into his hand. "do ya want somethin' ta eat? anythin'? got some bread...some soup if y'r up for it."

your lip wobbles, and he shakes his head, kissing your forehead gently.

"i'll bring ya some bread. if ya can keep it down, we'll try the soup, yeah?"

you just nod and shrug, and he picks up the box of tissues on the dresser and takes one out. he comes back to you, holding your cheek gently with one hand and wiping your tears with the other. he dabs at the sweat gently before he lets you relax again.

"i'll be right back."

you close your eyes when he leaves. you vaguely hear him in the kitchen, the sound of cookware and the whine of the kettle on the stove. simon comes back into the bedroom a little while later, holding a small plate and a steaming mug of tea. he sets down the tea, telling you it's something lemon with honey, and he shows you the thin slice of bread he's toasted with a little butter.

he sits with you while you eat small bites, and he helps you drink the warm tea that immediately soothes your insides. you start to cry again, but not from feeling so terrible.

"wot's wrong?" simon huffs, and you just look up at him, clinging to his shirt, pulling him onto the bed.

"t-thank you," you whisper, and simon just shakes his head.

"wot for?"

"f-for taking care of me. f-for c-coming to get me...for..."

simon meets your eyes, holding them, and he narrows his eyes.

"don't thank me," he says firmly. "wot fuckin' kind o' man would i be if i didn't take care of my wife, eh? sorry fuckin' wanker, is wot i'd be."

"b-but--"

"and when y'r better," he interrupts you, standing as he takes your plate, "got everythin' set up for ya outside. can move the lettuce, like ya wanted."

you sink into the cushions, happy tears in your eyes, and simon leaves, busying himself with the dishes as he tries to fight off the warm, aching feeling in his chest.

fuck, it feels so good to take care of you. to see you smile. to see your wobbly lip and those tear-filled eyes and know that he can make it all better--it feels so fucking good.

when he comes to bed later that night, you're still asleep, but you move towards him, seeking his warmth. it's instinctual now, easy.

there's a place at his side that's made only for you. it's shaped just how you are, it cannot be mistaken to be for anyone else.

when he whispers that he loves you into the dark, you don't hear him. but you scoot just that much closer.

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What about a princess bunny-hybrid! reader (chubby like always) that has a secret romantic affair with a wolf-hybrid knight?

Nothing too original lmao but.... Maybe NSFW involved, please?

NSFW

warning: dubcon, somno, breeding, pregnancy

You had always been taken care of with a tender hand, your wolf!hybrid knight never letting you feel alone or afraid for even a second.

He absolutely adored you, that was clear to anyone that watched him interact with you for more than a minute… but unfortunately for your poor knight, you were oblivious to his romantic affections.

That was until the day your knight went into rut. Usually, he locked himself away from the world, not wanting to harm anyone… especially you.

But this time he had been on guard duty, staying by your side constantly due to a recent assassination attempt.

So when he watched over you sleeping, defenseless body as he stroked his fat cock, knotting his hand, he couldn’t help but gently press his tip to your tongue that poked out of you mouth.

It was straight up sinful. Knights were supposed to protect the purity of their princess and make sure they remained untainted… but here he was, using your thighs to get off as you snoozed peacefully.

It wasn’t long before that wasn’t enough. Your knight watched you like a predator watched its prey.

But you weren’t afraid. Your fluffy bunny ears twitched happily every time you saw him. After all, the two of you had been close since childhood.

“H-hey, you sure this is okay?”

Your knight licked your neck, your bottom lifted in the air and cotton tail wagging furiously as his cock rubbed against your bunny cunt.

“Of course it is, princess… just… trust me okay..?”

He panted, his tail swaying as he pressed against your tight hole. “Be a good girl for me, I always take care of you, don’t I?”

That was the first time he sunk his cock into your pretty pussy, starting off your love affair.

You’d think as a knight he would already be protective enough, but it only increased tenfold now that the two of you were mates.

He was able to keep it a secret for a while, excusing the issue of scenting you by saying it was for protection, and mating you in secret.

It got a bit harder when your belly started to swell with his pups and all you wanted to do was nest and be mated.

“Mmm!!”

He sighed as you tugged on his shirt, your chubby cheeks puffed out. His hand immediately moved to rest on your swollen belly as he began to groom you.

“What is it, my princess?”

You only whined at him some more, pulling him to your nest. These days he had been spoiling you rotten, unable to leave his precious mate upset in the slightest.

“Wanna mate…”

Your fluffy bunny ears twitches as you tried to get into a position so he could mount you, but lying on your belly wasn’t an option.

He quickly grabbed you by the hips, laying you on your side. “Shh, shh, careful now, my princess… you’re carrying our pups, okay?”

The feeling of his fingers slipping into your fat cunt made your cotton tail wag furiously, and his own tail began to thump against the bed.

“That feels good, princess? Sweet girl getting all wet got me, huh?”

Being stretched out just enough for his cock to slip into you made your body shudder. If he could, your mate would keep you on his knot all day…

Soft whimpers left your lips as he tried to be gentle with you, the tight grip on his hips telling you how much he was restraining himself from pounding into your sweet pussy.

Your scent was so intense now that you were pregnant, he couldn’t help knotting you within minutes. If anyone knew how often he had the princess of their kingdom blubbering in pleasure as he bounces you on his knot, they’d be shocked.

His claw circled your swollen belly. In reality, he feared his pups may be persecuted once they were born due to him not being of royal blood…

“My princess… I love you more than anything, you know… but some people wouldn’t want us to be together.”

The fog keeping your mind fuzzy cleared at his words, and your eyes twitched nervously. “Why? I love you, you’re my mate…”

You were too innocent, unaware of the implications of being impregnated by a commoner like him.

“I am, my princess… but they want to take you away from me. They are beginning to become suspicious of your growing belly and our close relationship…”

When tears began to fall down your chubby cheeks, he cursed under his breath. He felt terrible for being so selfish, putting you in harms way because he wanted something he wasn’t supposed to have… you.

“N-no, I wanna stay with you! You’re all I know…”

As you cried and sniffled, he licked your cheek before pulling you closer to him.

“Shh, shh… oh my love, don’t you know I am your knight? No need for years, they can never take you away from me. I will fight for our love until my body gives out.”

He sat up, causing you to whine and reach for him. “My love, if you want us to stay together, we must leave before your pregnancy is uncovered.”

Your bunny ears flicked, and you looked up at him with your teary eyes. “Are you asking me to run away with you?”

He pulled you to your feet, helping you stand on your wobbly, post breeding session legs.

“Will you?”

You answered by clinging to him and butting your head against him affectionately. After scooping you up, he covered your soft cheeks in kisses before setting you on your bed.

“Sleep, my dear. I’ll take care of all of the preparations.”

With that, he tucked you in, leaving the room to prepare for your future together.

He would have you, and no one would get in the way of his love for his princess.

After all, a knight was supposed to protect his princess and make sure they remained happy.

And you were happy in his arms…

Part 2?

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capt. john price

cw: smut/pwp, rugby au, rugby player!price, age gap (20s/40s), size difference/kink, rough sex, doggy style, headlock (slight choking), dirty talk & degrading language, breeding kink, is this ticking off boxes for anyone?

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john price was a big man. almost ten years playing professional rugby for the english team, he had bulked up since his early years on the team.  thick muscle and a nice softness over top. he was strong, able to carry all the groceries inside of your shared flat and also get his hulking frame across the field with ball in hand. he was also hairy, patches of hair across his chest down to his belly, didn't mention all the pubic hair between his legs. it obscured a lot of his tattoos that he had gotten over the years, like your name over his heart and his jersey number at his thigh (you knew you'd get too hot if you thought about his thighs too much).  you once told him, with your tongue loose with alcohol that it was the ideal male body. that these ‘dehydrated poor excuses of men’ needed to drink water and eat some carbs. 

price was a man's man. you knew the first time you fucked him, that you'd never ever fuck with those limp dicked boys at your university. you got addicted to the feeling of a real man, one who know exactly how to make your eyes roll back and your tongue hang out, panting heavily like a good bitch you were.

post-game price was your favourite shade of john price. you could feel his electricity while in the passenger seat of the car after the match. when he pulled out of the parking lot, he placed his large hand on your thigh. he played with the edge of your skirt and kept his eyes on the road. you could tell that the wheels in his head were turning. 

  “honey?”

  “been thinkin', love.” he said as his fingers edged up your skirt a little more. like he was a teen boy rather than a forty year old man. he was teasing you, knowing that there would be no way you could both fuck in the back of his car. even it was an expensive vehicle, it would be a tight fit for such a large man and his smaller wife. 

you looked at him and said, “never a good thing for a man to think.” you giggled then yelped when he gripped your thigh suddenly. 

he chuckled a little as he continued to drive, “thinkin' about makin' a baby.” he licked his top lip, “i ain't gettin' any younger, love. and you're almost done school, so i think it's high time we start makin' a family.” his words were honey in your brain. it made you squirm. your much bigger, much older husband was asking for you to make a baby with him. 

  “someone's got baby fever.” you giggled as you placed your hand over his. the air of the car grew warmer, which made price open the window a little.  you squeaked a little bit when he gripped you harder. you felt your heart rate pick up at the feeling of his large hands on you.

he chuckled a little, as he looked at you briefly while at a stop light. he leaned in to kiss you, “of course. part of me's been thinkin' about you walking across the stage at your graduation with my little brat in your belly.” then looked back to start driving again. 

you rubbed your thighs together and felt wet at your core. you couldn't deny your husband, plus you had been subject to baby fever as well. maybe it was your body screaming for your lover. to have a part of him in you. and it wasn't like you two were being the most safe, so accidents could've happened. once back at your flat, you weren't in your clothes for long. 

price had practically ripped your skirt off of you and those large paws he called hands were groping at your plush ass with his lips on your neck.  you could feel his hard cock inside of his white briefs. the pre cum leaked through the fabric as he humped against you. he said in a heated tone, “i need it. i need her.” while made you moan then try to get your bra and panties off. you felt the heat rising in your skin, it was painfully hot for you. it excited you in ways that left you feeling hot all over. 

  “how badly, honey?”

he pulled you right up against him, his clothed cock digging into your abdomen, “more than anythin'. i need ‘er.  i need ’er stuff full. want it to smell like me for months. and if it doesn't, i'll just fill 'er up again.” he slapped your ass and watched you moan with your back arched. he groped the cheek one last time before he took his naked wife to the bedroom. 

his clothes were tossed to the side too, the t-shirt from the rugby league and basketball shorts. once everything was off, you admired your lover for a long moment. seeing all the heft and hair on him. his body that was so strong that he could easily crush you in his bicep or between his thighs. it made your core throb as you got into bed. 

  “nah, nah.” price said as he got onto the bed and grabbed your hips, “i need a deeper angle, somethin' to really show her i love you.” then patted your pussy before he gripped onto your hips once more and turned you onto your stomach. he then angled your hips up then dragged a finger across your achy slit. he chuckled, “there she is.” then leaned in to give your slick cunt a little blow, watching your hole flutter.

  “mmm please, honey.” you arched your back as you felt your husband so close to you. your hulking husband who only hours earlier was running across the field, fighting his way through the other team. his strong legs carried him and you were sitting in the stands with your thighs pressed together with need. 

price replied, “i know, i know. i know you need me” he rubbed his achy cock up against your slit, “always so good for me. knew for the moment i met ya that i wanted ya for the rest of my days.” there was an age gap between you two, but in all fairness, it turned you on even more. knowing that this handsome older man wanted to make sure that his cock was buried in you. 

when he pressed into you, your back arched. you gasped heavily into the covers as he lifted your hips further to get a better angle to sink into you. he laid over top of you, his fuzzy body up against your back. he pressed his weight onto you and kept that heavy cock of his snug inside of you. you groaned loudly, muffled by the pillows under your head. 

  “honey.” you whined as you felt the ache of his cock so deep in you. 

he got one of his hefty arms around your throat, keeping you further pinned against the bed. it wasn't hard enough to choke the lights out of ou. but enough to have pressure that made your head swim. it all felt so good and just just started. your voice was strained when price started to rut against you. his pace wasn't fast like a young stallion, but they were hard. every thrust of his hips were lazily slow but hit the back of your pussy perfectly. his cock had a thickness to it, you had carried rolls of ground beef that weighed less than his cock. not to mention the forest of pubic hair anf his breeder balls. he was a perfect man, body and all. he  took you so well. 

  “she likes me.” he said, “your pretty cunt. i bet you were thinkin' about me on the field. all dirty and roughed up, yeah. bet you wished i fucked ya right in the locker room. let the boys hear how i make my girl feel. bruise that poor pussy of yours.” he said, words hot in your heat. it made sweat settle over you.

you whimpered a little against the covers, “please, john. ah!”

he continued to fuck you, his pace was aggressive and it made you see stars. his arm was still around your throat and you could feel your pulse in your jaw. he left messy kisses on your face, leaving your cheek wet. you whimpered and clenched around his cock which only made him fuck you harder. you were such a good little wife for him. being so good to your man while he wrecked your sweet little hole. 

  "honey! please! you whimpered as you arched your back, but didn't get far due to the impressive size of your lover. you felt pinned under him, his strength. you gasped out another noise as the blunt head of his cock kept bullying your sweet insides. letting it make a huge mess of you, his cock was soaked in your wetness. it dripped down his hairy balls. he loved making his girl feel good. 

he continued to kiss your face, not quite getting your lips. his facial hair brushed against your heated skin and made you over sensitive. his mouth kept running as he kept moving. he felt hot all over, like a heat in his gut as he battered your sweet insides, “my perfect woman.  know how to take me so well. meant to take me. givin' me the privilege to make you a mama. ya like that? showin' up to uni with a little extra next semester. my dutiful little wife. keepin' up her studies while she nursing my babe.” he chuckled as he continued to keep that pussy of yours nice and filled. 

you gasped and moaned into the covers. you could be as loud as you wanted, you were in the safety of your bedroom as price rutted against you. your body was sweaty and your head was swimming. it was so painfully erotic, you felt hot all over. your heart thumped in your chest with a heavy beat as price kept moving against you. 

  “you're lucky you have the ring already. if your classmates saw you with a nice round middle, they might have gotten the wrong idea about you. that you're a dirty slag who can't keep her legs closed.” he chuckled as he licked down the sweat on the side of your neck, “dirty bird. but it's alright, we're married. you're my wife. mrs. jonathan price. about time you got a little one in your belly.” he pressed further into you and it made your head spin. his cock felt like it was pressing into your stomach. 

  “i love you.” you panted.

he finally kissed your lips, or at least the corner as he tightened his hold around your throat, “i love ya too, sweet thing. lettin' my cock bully your sweet insides. made for me, all of me. don't worry, be keepin' that womb warm for a long time. hope ya like 'em big, price boys can be a handful.” he laughed as he kissed the back of your neck. 

he was fully crowded in your space as he worked your sweet pussy. you barely had time to think before you felt the flash of orgasm through your body. it was like being engulfed in a quick heat while your body tensed up and your mind went blank. your pussy drooling on his cock, beckoning him to finish inside of you. 

a good husband always finishes in his wife. 

with a few more heavy thrusts against your limp body price finished inside of you. he pushed his cock all the way inside of you and made sure that your hips were at an angle that made it easier for you to get pregnant. he clutched onto you as he slowed down to a stop. your eyes rolled back a little as he pulled out. the loss of pressure made you whine. you weren't able to form any proper thoughts, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as your husband rolled you onto your back and kissed you deeply on the lips. 

no need to think, mrs. price. let your rugby playing husband do all the decision making. <3

[chuluoyi]

✎ mission: baby steps !

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

genre: full crack, dad!gojo being a sore loser, your baby being mean (he only wants peace, really), and obviously, fluff !!

note: a little thing for father's day ehe <3 i know i said i'll work on smut in the polls next but uhhh, this comes first ok?! :') i just love the idea of gojo vs baby don't mind me *sobs* and all the scenario here come from the tiktok/reels you've sent me!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

There are many things that come with being a jujutsu sorcerer, and when you are Gojo Satoru, those things seem to be multiplying like bunnies.

This essentially means less time with his wife and baby. Look, he could finish missions fast, but when sent to other cities, even he couldn't abuse his teleportation powers all the time to return to Tokyo.

And so, as much as he hated it, he couldn't fault his baby boy for forgetting him.

"Look, it's papa," you rocked your son with a smile, consoling him as he wailed right after Satoru held him. "Don't cry, don't cry! Papa just got back from a long mission, he's not scary!"

"Is he scared of me?" Ouch. The thought prickled him. It somehow felt sourer than seeing Principal Gakuganji's face.

You hummed, seemingly (or comically?) deep in thought. "Hmm, in baby's point of view: a big, bad man suddenly picks him up, of course he's scared."

"I'm not a bad man!"

Okay, he wasn't having this. Satoru adored his baby to bits and he would want him to at least know it. It's settled then—he would be taking paid leave just to spend some time with his baby.

This would be his mission for the next three days!

DAY ONE

The day started off great. Baby Gojo was relatively calm, a bit fussy here and there but Satoru could definitely handle him.

"Look, a plane is coming!" he said playfully, moving the spoon in the air to attract his baby's attention. "Open your mouth wide!"

Baby blinked at him with the straightest face ever. His two blue orbs were the very same as his father, and yet they held disinterest so great that it was a wonder Satoru didn't notice.

He then playfully smooched baby's face, but he scrunched up, cringing in response.

And later, another achievement unlocked: Satoru successfully got his son to sleep for his afternoon nap!

"You're so cute, sigh." Satoru poked his baby's cheek lightly. "You look like me, but when you sleep, you totally look like your mama..."

He might not say it out loud, but one of his favorite sights lately was seeing you sleep next to your son. Both of you looked so precious and vulnerable, so alike, and it made him warm.

And whenever he looked at this little creation between you and him, he also got the urge to poke him so bad.

So he did. Only this time, he poked him a little too hard.

And how wrong that move was.

His son immediately cracked his eyes open, his lips quivered, and then his whole face scrunched up, followed by—

"WAAA!"

"Oof! Wait— I'm sorry!"

Long story short, he refused to be held in Satoru's arms, so you took over and your husband could only watch you with dissatisfaction.

"Won't you let me hold you?" he asked despondently, pulling up a pitiful face and batting his eyelashes. "I have the warmest hugs! Mama can vouch for that!"

"Satoru, he doesn't want you."

DAY ONE RESULT : FAILED

DAY TWO

Okay, his baby would love him today. Satoru was sure of it.

He had ordered this baby ride-on toy via home shopping and not only that, he would play with him!

"Here we goo~! Honk! Honk!" Satoru steered the little vehicle with his son at the backseat, hyping him up and even made a weird sound that was supposed to resemble a... train?

You watched them both, giggling. Your husband looked positively ridiculous as he was too big for the small vehicle, but still persisted in entertaining your clueless baby behind him. "Oh my, Satoru, you're trying way too hard."

"I have to!" he retorted, sending pout and a glare at the same time. "You can't hog him all the time, he's my son too!"

"Well, good luck~ as it happens, your spawn isn't easy to impress."

"Just so you wait—!" Satoru begrudgingly shot you a look, eaten up by your taunts, not noticing the wall in front of him. "By the end of today, he'll— whoaaa!"

He was about to crash into the said wall, and you were prepared to jump to save your baby first. But then, Satoru did the next best thing to stop it—jumping out of the ride-on, rolling onto the floor... and crashing into the bookshelf that some of the things fell. "Ow!"

"Are you okay!?" you immediately picked up your baby before checking him over. However, Satoru's eyes were transfixed on your shared munchkin.

"Meh heh~"

And you too when you heard it— your baby was wiggling, all smiles, seemingly amused by the sight of his papa lying there pitifully. Satoru was aghast.

"Y-you have no filial piety!"

DAY TWO RESULT : FAILED

DAY THREE

Today, Satoru had gotten inside the playpen and brought a bunch of toys, planning to entertain his son with all of them.

"C'mon, don't throw that!" he pursed his lips when his kid flung the lego away. "Don't you want to play together with me?"

No. As if saying that, the baby crawled away from him. He seemed to have a target in mind though.

"Oi, what are you doing?" Satoru was puzzled, but he was in for a surprise when the child rose slowly.

"Oh, you're pushing yourself up..." he stated, observing how the baby, still wobbly, clutched on the edge of his playpen for support.

A huge grin spread across his face then. "Aww, look at you!" he gushed with pride. "You can stand already! Ooh!"

And suddenly, the sight tugged at his heartstrings. This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a milestone. He wasn't here when he first started teething or crawling, and now that he was here when his son was standing... he wanted to see more of this.

"Now, can you take a step?" Satoru moved closer to him, and the kid turned to him with those clear blue eyes and a little frown, seemingly unsure. "Go! Go! Come to me!"

He didn't think he would actually try to walk. But he did as baby let go of the support, alas suddenly he slipped—

And fell flat on his face.

"—! Are you hurt?!" Satoru immediately plucked him off the floor, horrified, and pulled him close when the baby started to sniffle. Soon, he began to wail inconsolably.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—!" he didn't even know why he was apologizing, but seeing his baby so frightened made his chest tighten. "Stop crying, oh wait—let's find mama!"

You were engrossed in your evening TV series when Satoru came barging to the living room with your poor son while being hysterical. "Help him!"

"What happened?!"

"He fell! He fell!"

Of course, your main concern was to comfort your baby, and so you reached out to take him from your husband's arms, only that...

"Huh...?" even Satoru was stunned when his son clutched onto his shirt, continuing to cry but refusing to let go, burying his little face into him.

Suddenly, he felt warm, he felt needed, and most of all, his desire to protect him was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but squeeze him closer.

You looked between the father and son, feeling giddy at the sight.

"He wants you," you finally smiled, patting baby's back. Satoru glanced between you and his precious pumpkin, seemingly taken aback as he blinked several times. When the fact sank in, he felt like a mush and pressed a kiss on his head.

The clown was convinced that his kid hates him and you are the savior. So, the fact that this little innocent being wanted him to comfort him... it made his heart flutter.

"Sorry, kid," he sighed into him, smushing his face to his little one's. "Don't cry, yeah? You're making me sad too."

"Satoru... are you getting glassy-eyed?"

"...am not!"

DAY THREE RESULT : DUBIOUS OUTCOME

"He's asleep..." you placed your baby between you and Satoru on the bed later that night, he was now so peaceful, out like a light.

Satoru turned to face you and the baby, looking at both of you with a yawn, but a soft smile lit his face when he saw how you pecked his son's cheek lightly.

These three days made him almost forget that curses still existed out there. Spending time with his son blurred that fine line between reality and a perfect daydream.

"He is still so little, but he screams so loud," he mused, poking the baby's cheek gently. You swatted his hand away, worried he might poke too hard again.

"You keep teasing him, that's why."

"—? He keeps playing me, is why!"

You two burst into quiet giggles then, and you couldn't help but reminiscing about the journey from when you first found out you were expecting, through the first ultrasound, and all the way to delivering your son.

And it seemed like Satoru had an inkling of what you were thinking when he suddenly blurted:

"Thank you, for everything you do," he whispered then, his eyes crinkled so softly at you.

You playfully huffed to hide your misty eyes, and in that moment, Satoru knew, that you too were glad for this life you two shared.

. . .

And that, in and of itself, was enough for him to thank all the stars for bringing him to meet you in that most beautiful spring of 2006.

Epilogue

It was morning, and baby was awoken by... sounds.

He looked to the side to find his mama there— your hand on his tummy to prevent him from rolling.

And then he turned to the other side to find his papa... who is perfectly still, but emanating this low sounds with each breath he took.

The longer he heard it, the more irritated your munchkin felt. So he rose, put his fists together, and came down on him—

Whack!

"—?!" Satoru groaned when something hit his face, and he opened his eyes only to see his son readying his punch again—

"W-why are you hitting me!" he was mortified. "H-help! Sweets, wake up! He’ll murder me!”

OVERALL MISSION RESULT : FAILED