#it'll keep me safe and cozy

[kishibeswh0re]

Yeah lemme just-

[daenysx]

I absolutely love your time stamp works, could I request one?

11:11 pm with remus lupin... a soft cozy night slowly turns passionate as they cuddle in bed together?

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11.11 PM | REMUS LUPIN

"dove-" remus murmurs in between kisses. "taking my breath away-"

he's the sweetest thing with pink lips and half closed eyes. he looks like he's drunk on love, can't even keep his hands to himself. the blanket slips from your shoulder, leaves you bare in your tank top.

"it's so hot in here, do you think i should take this off?" you ask him with slightly curled lips. remus can feel his stomach tighten.

"you know you're a little minx, don't you?" he kitten licks the skin under your ear. "do you need help with it?"

"i can do it myself." you say, moving your hands quickly to free yourself from the fabric.

remus has long fingers, he knows how to use them when he wants to drive you crazy. he'd usually be more insistent, but it feels like the mood in the air is different tonight. he's tired and you're no better, you'd be fast asleep in bed if you couldn't feel the desire pooling between your legs.

"kiss me." you whisper, his lips are soft like silk.

remus moves his wrist to rub your hipbone fondly. he kisses you the way you want, you close your eyes and let yourself be mindless as you lean to him. your brain already feels like a mush, it's all remus now, and his scent. his kisses and lingering touches. you sigh in contentment.

his hands are on your skin, they feel like they belong there. you place yourself on remus's thigh, squeeze your legs and press yourself subtly on him. "remus-"

"come here." he pulls you to his lap properly. "using my thigh is not gonna help you, sweetheart, i can take care of you better."

"it's too much." you whine softly when a wave of pleasure hits you. "i feel like it'll be over so soon."

"it won't." remus assures you. his voice is promising, possibly the hottest tone of him that you've ever heard. "i'll help you take your time."

it all feels like softened liquid, seconds stretch, remus plays with you. he's undeniably hard under you, his fingers rubbing your swollen nub with determined fingers. you tilt your head back. his lips suck tiny circles on your chest.

you pull his sweatpants to reach him. he obeys, free of every restriction. he looks beautiful, so pretty like this for you. you touch him, your breath catches on your throat.

"i don't want this to end." you whisper, leaning close to his face. he rubs his hand all over your back, makes you shiver. "do you want to stay in me for a bit?"

he smiles. he looks at you like you're the most precious being, something to be admired. lifting his hips suddenly, he pulls you down. you clench, it's a good fit. remus hugs you to his chest.

"i can stay in you forever, i guess." he jokes, kissing the soft flesh of your neck.

"oh my god, remus." you roll your eyes back, half in pleasure and half in disbelief.

"you don't even know how safe you make me feel." he confesses silently. "fuck- baby, you need to-"

"i know." you sound sorry for clenching involuntarily around him. "i just can't stay still when you're saying things like that."

remus fixes your hair to give you a kiss on the side of your head. it's nice to stay like this. a deeper connection forms between you, you think.

"i'm gonna keep my thoughts to myself then." he says. "until i fuck you properly at least. i can't have you finishing me so quick just because you get turned on by my words."

"so rude." you say, loving how good he is at teasing. just your type of man. "i'm gonna fall asleep and you'll never get what you want."

"i already got what i want, silly girl." he presses you to his chest. "this is perfect."

[shotmrmiller]

telling neighbor ghoap that while they’re appreciated, you have to start looking for another place to live): you’ve already intruded too much.

Simon breaks it to you that they were thinking about moving too, and that the house they found has a spare. Johnny perks up and starts to convince you that it would be perfect, the best of friends now roommates. You say okay, but just until you find a place of your own. Living with a couple, it would be inappropriate.

So while you and Johnny go back to pack up the rest of your things, Simon calls up his realtor and tells them to put in an offer on the best house in town.

on unplotted land, too. gotta keep you safe and there isn't a chance in hell you're getting away from them unless you walk through the woods.

good luck, city girl.

also, i need them to start talking about having a ghoap baby around you.

"never thought about havin' a little one of our own back durin' our active military days but now we've got a cozy home that's missin' tiny footsteps runnin' around the tile floor, and there's more than enough space in here for toys to be strewn about."

johnny makes my skin crawl because he'd lay it on so thick, like woe is me! he'll groan about how it'll take forever to find a surrogate they can trust and how much they need this.

once you quietly mention on how they really would be good parents, they know the hook is in your mouth now.

the seed's been planted, and now they just gotta wait for it to take root.

ghoap knows it will.

and they are not doing it through IVF. Natural conception is the only way to go about it.

[twiixr4kidz]

had a specific vision of giving the members of la squadra hugs......... have me being sappy over my boys

shoutout to those of you who followed during my naranchuu days when i was just a jjba blog LMAO (when my requests open back up please send me jojo asks i miss writing for jjba) (also assume that sorbet and gelato are still together in this i just wrote them seperately for the sake of giving them personalities outside of each other)

risotto nero:

a hug from the capo is a special thing to get.

they're suffocating in the best way from just how tall and strong he is

he'll let you bury your face into his chest as his fingers run through your hair

he always smells so comforting; he smells like home

some of his hugs will be coupled with a kiss on the forehead

others will be coupled with a "you're alright, i've got you"

prosciutto:

he says he's not a hugger, but the fact that he indulges so often says otherwise

prosciu's hugs are tender; so impossibly calming, you could melt in his arms

he keeps a hand resting on your lower back, the other running through your hair

he smells like fancy wine, expensive cologne, and cigarettes

he rocks you back and forth, telling you how much he loves you and appreciates you

pesci:

although nervous about them, he's such a huge hugger

he's big, warm, and so fucking cozy

pesci truly gives some of the best hugs imaginable

he hugs you to make sure you know you're safe with him; he'd never let anything bad happen to you, and if something bad DID happen, he'd make sure it'll never happen again

his fuzzy coat is just a plus!! take advantage of it and nuzzle your face into it, he thinks it's adorable

formaggio:

he's a big hugger, and all of his hugs feel almost playful

he likes to jump out at you and tackle you to the floor, peppering your face with kisses as he tickles your sides

formaggio hugs you a lot for his own comfort

he likes to shrink you down when he hugs you - it's like he's trying to swallow you whole

he's always so warm and cozy, and you if you aren't standing up, you'll be able to fall asleep on him

illuso:

believe it or not, he's shockingly clingy.

yes, he's a giant, cocky asshole who thinks he's better than everybody else. no, he can't get enough of your touch. those concepts can coexist...................

he likes to pop out from behind dark corners and wrap his arms around you tightly

illuso will bury his face in your hair, mumbling what you can only assume are compliments that he's too embarrassed to say out loud

his hands press tight against your sides, thumbs rubbing small circles on your waist

melone:

he gives some of the most comforting, genuine feeling hugs

sure, he might seem a little creepy on the outside, but he can read you like a book

he'll come up from behind you and wrap his arms lazily around your neck

"come here, tesoro. i know you need it."

and he's right damn near every time

sometimes he'll give you a gentle kiss on the cheek before wandering elsewhere

other times, he'll drag you to the couch and force you to cuddle with him

ghiaccio:

he's not good at hugs; he gets nervous and then he stiffens up and freezes

ghiaccio gives you the biggest hugs when you come back home from rough missions, though

his arms wrap around you tightly, face buried in your neck as angry worries pour from his lips - he thought you were a goner

he's scared that you're going to disappear on him, but hugging you makes him feel better

he's nice to hug in the summer months when the heat's getting to you

he's always nice and chilly and if it's you asking, he's happy to oblige (but he'll never say it)

sorbet:

similar to risotto, sorbet's hugs feel like he's suffocating you

he's built like a fucking wall; tall, broad shoulders, wide chest, very muscular

his hugs are few and far between, but he always hugs you like he's trying to kill you

he likes when you're giggling over being stuck in his arms, playfully scratching him and begging him to let go

he gives you a tight squeeze before letting you go, ruffling your hair before wandering off

gelato:

he gives some of the most playful, gentle, warm hugs you could ask for - ironic for such a cold-hearted killer

he likes picking you up and spinning you around before pulling you into his chest

he'll tickle you side with one hand while the other arm stays wrapped around your body so you can't escape his torture

he also likes to bite :3 every hug comes with a little nip on your neck just to hear your squeal

he drags you to cuddle with him after every hug though - you're just sooooo cute and cozy, he can't help it

[mamawasatesttube]

from the gentle prompts list, "Can I do your hair?" :)

Tim stands in the doorway for several seconds, watching.

Kon looks... Kon looks amazing. They don't go to fancy events like this awards banquet thing too often, so getting to see Kon all dolled up to the nines is a treat. He's already dressed (a smart pair of dress pants and a startlingly delicate blouse that hugs his figure just so, paired with both a choker and a dangly pendant that keeps drawing Tim's eye lower), and he's perched on an invisible stool in front of the mirror as he does his makeup.

He knows Tim's there, of course, but for a few heartbeats, he doesn't say anything. Just keeps humming to himself as he carefully draws on some bold, winged eyeliner, then adds a bit of glitter on top.

Fondness curls into Tim's chest like a cat in front of a fireplace, warm and cozy. He drifts forward, drawn in helplessly by Kon's gravity, and brushes his fingers against the warm skin of the nape of Kon's neck.

Kon shivers. Tim smiles.

"Hi." Kon glances over his shoulder with a smile. His lips are an enchanting, enticing shade of burgundy. "I'm almost ready, I swear." He pauses, gives Tim a none-too-subtle once-over; his smile grows. "You sure clean up nice, gearhead."

Tim laughs. "So do you, farm boy." He rubs his thumb over the base of Kon's neck, smooths over the ridges in his spine. "Just about done?"

"Yeah, almost." Kon's makeup straightens up on the vanity, then slides back into place in the top drawer. "We're not late yet, are we? Lois'll never let me hear the end of it if we are."

"Nah, we have a little bit before we need to head out." A wry smile curls at Tim's lips. "And she's right. You guys all have superspeed. You really have no excuses for being late, ever." He pauses, glances at Kon. "What else do you need to do...?"

Kon catches his eye in the mirror and looks at him like he's grown a second head. "Uh, my hair? Obviously?"

Kon's been growing his hair out lately, like he did when he was seventeen. It's even longer than it ever got back then, now, reaching a little past his chin. It's soft and curly and shiny, and every time Tim buries his face in it, it smells like coconuts and sunshine.

Tim tilts his head. Kon's hair, like the rest of him, looks perfect. "Uh..."

And then it hits him. Kon's nervous. He'd deny it til he's blue in the face, if Tim asked out loud, but he hasn't been to a fancy-schmany kind of thing where people might judge appearances in a while, and even if he claims he's always been used to cameras in his face, even if he's a juggernaut with terrifying amounts of power in his hands, even if he can always pull on a smile at the worst of times... he's delicate. His heart. It's delicate.

He hasn't been to a big, public event like this awards banquet for Lois in a while. This is the first time he's going to one in a kinda femme outfit, with longer hair than he's ever had, with painted nails and glitter on his face. No wonder he's nervous. He's always been anxious about how others see him, whether he admits it or not.

That delicate heart, though? It's in Tim's hands, and he knows precisely how to keep it safe.

"Oh, right." Tim hums, trailing his hand up Kon's neck to toy with one of his springy curls. "Hey. Can I do your hair?"

Kon's eyes widen in the mirror. They narrow almost instantly, but Tim saw that look. Kon's always startled when Tim can see right through him.

"You better not ruin my curls," Kon threatens, but he lowers his hands to his lap anyway. "But fine. If I look stupid, it'll be your fault."

There, Tim thinks. Tim having a hand in his look tonight will make him feel a little more confident. If he let it, the amount of trust Kon places in him would take Tim's breath away.

As it is, Tim just hides a grin as he drops a quick kiss to the top of Kon's head, then starts to carefully comb his fingers through, to neaten up his natural part. "Yeah, yeah. Have some faith in me."

Kon sucks in a tiny breath, almost imperceptible. "I do," he says, his voice softer, gentler. He catches Tim's eye in the mirror, and though he doesn't seem like he can find any other words, Tim hears them all anyway.

"Yeah," he says, and reaches for the barette Kon left on the vanity. "I know."

[bruciemilf]

omg i love protective batkids do you have anything else for it?

I gotta say; I absolutely adore protective baby Jason Todd. Like literal, actual, 4 year old Jason Todd who's the adorable version of a leech making Bruce's suitors' life hard as hell

But it's so hard to stay mad at the kid; And his brother. And their fairly scary but kind little sister, Cass. Tim is the baby to fear, thought. Those panda onesies are hilariously misleading.

Dick tries (lies) to keep them in line when Bruce has a date, but so far? Mysteriously hasn't worked.

Jason will cling to Bruce's leg, and his damned toddler limbs aren't strong enough to drag him back to the blanket fort he slithered away from, -- but their connection is magnetic;

Jason knows when his Papi isn't there, even half asleep and dozy on warm milk and cocoa biscuits. It's a sudden, quick thing, but it hurts. He's not above crying. " No!"

" Jay, It'll be for a few hours, you'll see me in the morning, --"

" NO!"

"Jason! We don't yell in front of guests!"

Clark Kent is too mousey and too nervous and too much of a teddy bear for all his height. He's never seen someone taller than Bruce! The taller people are, the stronger they are.

This reporter may look nice, but Jason's not buying it. Not even when Clark chuckles and tries to shake his hand and Jason just shrieks, hard, and loud, and faceplants the floor.

"Is he done? I'm trying to watch Scooby-Doo."

Bruce is rubbing his temples like never before, of that, Jason has no doubt, " Not helping, Dickie. And I thought I told you to hold him back because Clark was coming."

Dick is by far the worse one between them; At least when Jason's being bad, he doesn't lie about it, "Did I? Must've forgot. Guess you have to cancel?"

Cass, 6, yawns and wants to be picked up as well, but Jason suspects it's because he wants to get closer to biting range in case this Clark guy gets any fun ideas. It wouldn't be the first time.

Before Bruce can hopefully agree, Clark Kent The Glasses Guy opens his big mouth, and says he'd be more than happy to have a stay in date, " It'd be very cozy. I'm very good at late night snacks."

Papi loves midnight snacks; This guy is a cheater.

Jason raises like he's never been down at all, and clings to Bruce, and makes grabby hands, which Bruce gives him with a sigh, and Dick calls him a spoiled brat, which makes Jason tear up,

" M'not a brat,"

Its not Bruce that comforts him first, but Clark's mellow voice, " Hey. Of course you're not. You love your daddy a whole lot, don't you?"

Jason nods. Of Course. Who wouldn't love Bruce?

" I get it; You just want him to be safe. You held your own pretty hard in there," Clark grins like he approves, and Bruce, teary because Jason was teary, scoffs, wiping his eyes on Jason's fluffy hair,

" Don't encourage him or you'll never have a second date out of here."

" I can't make my pancakes anywhere else, so that works for me. Now. You want ice-cream on there?"

Dick and Jason agree that while Clark Kent is on thin ice, his pancakes sure as hell aren't.

[rottmntsimp]

Hey! Love your writing! if reqs are open, would you be willing to write rottmnt Casey Jr x reader? Maybe something fully and/or cozy, like them having a lazy night or doing some housework or something? There’s such a drought of CJ content :c

Leisurely Love [Domestic Headcanons]

Pairing[s]: Casey Junior x Reader A/N: Finally posting after months of writer's block!! 💪 Anyway, sorry the order's a bit scattered 😅

Casey Junior

💖 - GAH I LOVE DOMESTIC HEADCANONS OK

💖 - Starting off with the kitchen <33

💖 - I've said this before in one of my earlier headcanons, but CJ does not understand the concept of good food. To him edible = food, regardless of taste or texture. "What do you mean it's burnt? It's still food!"

💖 - If you like cooking, you're in luck! He'll gladly be your personal taste tester!!

💖 - And with enough effort, care and love, my boy will be cooking you a small meal in no time!!

💖 - He definitely has a habit of hoarding things he likes

💖 - Back in the apocalypse, keeping things was a risk on its own, especially when you never know when you're gonna have to move.

💖 - But now that he's safe, my boy will keep anything and everything. You guys will probably have a drawer or two dedicated to things that remind of him of his family from back in the apocalypse, you, or just something really pretty :]

💖 - Baby boy loves gardening! Or at least getting to watch the plants grow :]

💖 - He doesn't exactly trust himself to care for them, seeing as the last few he tried to keep withered within a week.

💖 - But if you're into gardening or keep a pet plant, he'll gladly let you keep some around the house!! Hell, he might even help with planting some outside if you really wanted.

💖 - Animals, oh boy...

💖 - Personally, if not for the apocalypse, I feel like CJ would've LOVED dogs-

💖 - But due to his experience with the Kraang, some of them shaped like animals...best to say it'll take some time for him to warm up to them.

💖 - My boy has warm hands. How do I know? I just do.

💖 - If you have cold hands, believe me when I say he is never letting go.

💖 - He's not much of a cuddler, or so he claims. There's an underlying fear in his head that he might accidentally kick you or push you away in his sleep, so he chooses to instead just fall asleep facing you. It comforts him to wake up to the sight of you, messy or not.

💖 - Daily reminders that his life is not constantly at stake? Yes please.

💖 - Favorite place to kiss you? Your forehead <3 [We love a gentleman 😌]

💖 - If you're terrified of bugs, fear not!

💖 - Casey will kill them in the blink of an eye, maybe even pick them up and leave them outside if you ask.

💖 - When it comes to cleaning, he doesn't like to throw things out, as I said earlier.

💖 - He's the kind of guy to organize the mess instead of actually cleaning up. "Messy? But I know where everything is!"

💖 - When he discovers music, it's like his eyes had just opened for the first time. Help him go through this journey please.

💖 - Introduce him to your favorite artists, help him find his type.

💖 - Eventually, this will become "your" thing.

💖 - He will run over to you, excitedly rambling on about this new song he'd just listened to, before making you listen to it too, saying how "-you've got to listen to this!"

💖 - Lazy days consist of introducing him to modern culture!!

💖 - I'm talking memes, shows, films, games, everything- Hell, consider it a sleepover at this point, because my boy is willing to give anything a try. Show him the wonders of the modern world ♥

💖 - Now if we're talking about the FAR future? I'm sorry, but he does NOT want kids, adopted or not.

💖 - He saw how much of a handful they could be back in the resistance, and he'd be dead by the time he admitted wanting that.

💖 - If it's any consolation, he might become more open to the whole pet situation.

💖 - Regardless, indulge in the poor boy's hobbies and interests please. Give him some love and you're bound to get some back <3

💖 - Anyway, 11/10 roomie/partner ♥♥

Taglist: @lemme-be-cringe-damnit@sleepytime-fics@ray-of-midnight-storm@hamthepan@charismakat@flapajacker

[kararomanoff]

Katey’s baby

this was written by a minor, if that makes you uncomfortable then you do don’t need to read.

warnings; smut, daddy kink, g!p kate, innocence kink, p in v sex, loss of virginity, pet names, stalking, drugging (tell me if ive missed anything)

you saw Kate everywhere but not once did you pick up she was stalking you, one day you go for ice cream with her and you become tired, you wake up at her place with an ache in between your legs but luckily Katey can fix it....

i love daddy kate

kate had first meet you at a dinner for all of mr. Banners students, she watched as you sat in the corner in your pretty pink dress with your stuffie alone. As Kate watched you she knew she needed you, that you would need her. Eventually she came to sit next to you but you don’t look up, continuing to stare down at your bunny stuffie.

“hi honey” she says softly and you look up smiling at her “I’m Kate”

“I’m- I’m y/n” you spoke nervously unsure how she would react to you.

“who’s this sweetheart?” Kate questions pointing to your beloved stuffie and your smile grows to a tooth grin.

“pebbles” you said hugging pebbles to your chest. For the rest of the dinner you spent it together.

From that day Kate met you she knew that she could change your life, she could keep you feel safe, hold you and give you everything. She was going to do that, she had too for you or that’s what she would say.

You saw Kate all the time although it’s was never planned you just bumped in to her every where, of course to others that would be weird and suspicious but you never once thought that you where just so happy to see her.

even once Kate had left collage, you still bumped into her after every lecture, even once going into your apartment building. it had never once occurred to you that Kate was stalking you, you where to innocent to realise that and that make her love you imposable more.

as your walking home from your lectures today a car pulls up beside you and no matter how innocent and unaware you are you where still not comfortable with that until the window rolls down and you see kate sitting in the drivers seat ''hey sweetie, wanna get ice cream?''

''YESS!!!'' you scream jumping up and down

''get in then honey and we can go'' you open the car door blissfully unaware how Kates car has been following you for months. Once you put your seatbelt on Kate starts driving toward the ice cream shop near her house.

''what a nice surprise'' she says as if she hadn't planned how she was going to drug your ice cream and finally make you hers.

''mhmm verry super good surprise to see you katey'' she loved when you called her Katey, it was so cute and little sounding.

''what do you want baby?''

''im not sure, can i decide when we get there?'' you ask not noticing you already are

''honey we already are here'' Kate says in a soft loving voice

''ohh'' you say in shock, that was fast ''emm.....ohh can i have vanilla with raspberry sauce and sprinkles'' you ask kicking your legs, dreaming about the ice cream.

''of course little one'' she was so happy you where going along with her plan because it was going to help you even if that ment she had to drug you and it was going to send you to sleep for a bit and make you feel things you won't understand, she'll be there to fix it, to be your daddy.

Kate comes back with your ice cream she had drugged and her normal one getting back in the car and handing you your ice cream ''THANK YOU!!!'' you exclaim, giving her a giant hug ''careful baby you don't want to spill your ice cream'' Kate yet again spoke softly hiding her excitement.

she watches as you lick you ice cream wondering how long it'll take till she can have you, till she can feel your tight virgin walls around her dick.

''Katey i feel tired'' you say with hooded eyes and that answered her question because you where only half way through your ice cream

''oh honey you can sleep, i'll dive to my house and then you can wake up in a nice cozy bed'' that way she's not kidnaping you and your not going to be as scared when you wake up.

''but what about my ice cream'' you pouted and she laughed ''i'll get you more honey don't you worry your pretty little mind'' her voice was soft with a dark hint but you'd never notice that. she could tell that now it was really hard for you to stay awake trying to fight the drug.

''okay Katey'' you say already half asleep as she takes your ice cream and puts in the bin.

Kate finds in hard not to stare at your cute face as you sleep but she need to get you home, where you belonged, with her.

when Kate arrived at the mansion she had bought with her parents money she carries you out the car, through the house and finally to the special room she had been perfecting for months just for you.

she laid you down on the bed and she sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. all she had to do now was wait.

In about 3 hours you started to wake up very slowly until you opened your eyes and look around the room till you found Kate, your eyes filled with the look of desperation.

''katey'' you called needing her close to you

''hi love did you have a nice sleep?'' Kate walks over to you till she's sitting on the end of your new bed.

''katey-'' Kate cuts you off

''im your daddy baby, call me daddy'' she was full with lust but again you'd never notice. ''now what's wrong sweetheart?''

''i feel weird daddy, i don't know what it is'' pour thing you sounded so confused.

''where do you feel weird little one?'' she knew but still she was going to ask because you didn't, you duck your head in shyness not wanting to say.

''do you feel weird here?..........'' Kate cups your aching pussy as you nod ''do you want daddy to fix it for you baby?''

''you can fix it?'' you ask in shock, god Kate found it so cute how you had no idea.

''yes baby daddy can fix it and it'll feel so so good'' Kate said as she started to undress you and herself, you didn't even ask one question when she started doing so which surprised her, it seemed you really wanted it fixed.

As she pulled off her last piece of clothing, her boxers, she noticed your stares on her cock, even if you didn't understand this or know what it was you wanted it.

''you like it princess? that's gonna go inside of you and fix everything'' your eyes open wide as you stare at it.

she climbs on top of your naked body, running her cock through your folds then filling you in one thrust as you scream out in pain ''daddy it hurts'' you whine

''but little one it'll feel so so good in a minute daddy promises'' she starts her thrust fast loving the feel of you tight walls she had been dreaming of.

it took you a few minutes to start moaning instead of screaming and it was music to Kates ears, she always knew you where going to be a great fuck toy.

''daddy daddy d-daddy'' you repeat her name over and over and she never wanted it to stop she wanted you hear you scream it with her dick down your mouth and tears streaming down your face.

she felt you wall tighten around her already and she brough her hand down to your clit rubbing is slowly and softly as you screamed out in pleasure.

''daddy- i-i feel weird again'' you whine and she knows your going to cum

''let the feeling take over baby, that the bit that fixes everything'' she promises and not even 5 seconds later you cum on her dick as you felt the most wonderful feeling you had ever felt.

even when you had come down Kate continued to thrust in to you, each one of your whines only making her closer to her high ''daddy 'ts to much'' you spoke in a baby like voice

''i know sweetie but daddy need to fix her pain too'' as soon as Kate said that you stopped whining, like you for that one orgasm understood how she couldnt stop, not that she would if she could but still, the fact that you had heard what she said and then just lied back down to let her fuck your hole made her reach her high ''good girl, such a good girl'' Kate spoke as her cum shot into you.

you cuddled into her as she came down from her orgasm.

''im gonna take it out now baby''

''cant it stay in daddy please'' you begged and Kate couldn't believe it but she was most definetly not going to say no. such a good baby and fuck toy for daddy already, Kate thought

''of course baby'' you cuddled into her more at her answer

''you did such a good job, im so proud of you baby........ but next time its going in your mouth'' Kate rasped

[princescribbler]

5 PROFOUNDLY Underrated AB/DL and/or Ageplay Experiences!

These are ENTIRELY based on my own experience with @giggle-byte and may not match your own experiences or capacity. That said, if the ideas below worked for us, repeatedly and well, maybe you'll enjoy too!

BUILD A BEAR! Seriously, I had never gone or ever really wanted to until momma and I were together this year and suddenly we HAD to. In fact I was feeling pretty big and switch-y with my cute princess, so we both kinda ended up having little time... and her adorable new set rabbit friend, and my new cute eevee (with a ravenclaw scarf and sorting hat, I couldn't resist) made us both feel miniscule!!! SO FUN.

Going to a zoo, aquarium, or nature park. Now, I've done this multiple times with momma now, both in the States and in upside-down-backwards-land, which is what I call Australia when I'm feeling cute and little. It's sublime. Childish wonder, public without feeling exposed, often able to discretely change a pull up or diaper if needed, with the chance to see cool animals and learn and feel wonder?????? YES PLEASE!!!

SNUGGLE CENTRAL MORNINGS! This is a criminally underrated experience... when you wake up, and don't even have to get out of bed to get cuddles. Now, some cg/l dynamics are long distance or don't share a bedroom. Well guess what? You just need to call! Seriously, a SUPER underrated cg/l experience is being able to get really morning cuddles and affection without even having to get out of bed. If you can be the little spoon, even better. Little spoon WITH stuffies, and maybe even being so cozy you both fall back asleep? It'll be like waking in a cloud made of coziness. YOU NEED TO TRY THIS ONE!!!! THE BEST way to wake up is, in fact, extended sleepy time snuggles.

SEX SHOP(PE)! NO, I'm sincere here! They were knowledgeable and kink aware, they clearly had no idea what me and momma were up to, and it was immediately apparent that they thought anything beyond fluffy handcuffs was probably a bit too kinky for their shop... but momma still got a lovely light mini crop with feathers on one end (more for the sensory play than impact of any kind!) And she got me a glans ring to try. I guess just being able to publicly go somewhere kink aware and safe made us both feel very seen and kinky and fun! Would strongly recommend for those who can safely go!

Being given a shower or bath, while your caregiver stays mostly clothed or even JOINS you. Truly you'll never feel as adorably little as when your mommy or daddy make you bend over to get between your butt cheeks, or tells you to shut your eyes tight while they wash your hair, or give you a bath toy to keep you occupied. You think that's good? Try the towel-drying and teasing and giggling, all at once... it's indecent how adorably little and cute you'll feel! If they make you dry extra thoroughly to get you re-padded you'll lie down feeling about an inch tall at biggest!

And as always, Stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky! -Scribbler

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Hello! Since you asked for a Rocket Raccoon request im here to deliver!

I'm wondering but since it's getting chilly and the winter season is starting I'd love to see how Rocket would interact with the chilly weather? That and perhaps if he'd be a fan of hot chocolate and snuggly warm fires?

Much thanks!(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Winter time

Awww, this is super cute. I would love to think rocket loves the winter time. Word count:693

Christmas rolled around again on terra and your dad had invited you and the guardians to spend christmas with him. You were super excited to see you dad again after many months. Rocket couldn't help but chuckle seeing your enthusiasm.

"Bit excited are we pal ??" He folded his arms and smirked.

"Yeah, God it's been forever since i last saw him, and it's christmas too so it'll make it even more exciting. You guys get to celebrate it, run around in the snow, snuggle up by the fire, drink hot cocoa..."

"Woah up, woah up. Now you know me y/n I ain't accustomed to some Terran scut, but what the flark is snow ??" He asked as he walked beside you.

"So... Imagine rain yeah ?? But it's like really thin and frozen so it falls gently" You explained in the best sense possible.

"Hmmm... I think I get it." He said as he then sat down in the cockpit of the Milano.

"You'll see when we get their" You smiled as the other guardians set course for Terra.

You told your dad you were on your way and told him to meet at a rural part of town so the ship could dock and be hidden safely, Hyper jumping to terra and entering the atmosphere, the temperature of the ship dropped slightly on the inside.

"Flark how did it get so cold !!??" Rocket shivered and rubbed his arms trying to warm up.

"Because it's cold outside rocket, It's winter in this time of year." Landing on the ground, you could see your dad waving as he saw you.

Rushing out of the ship, you ran into his arms with excitement. "Dad !!!" You smiled, hugging him tightly.

"Oh hey, kiddo !!" He hugged you even tighter and gently kissed your forehead.

"You remember the others ??" You turned, pointing to the others.

"I do, It's nice to see all of you again" He smiled at all of them. "How you doing Mr l/n" Rocket waved at him.

"Come on, I got rooms set up for you all."

After much struggle to keep the guardians hidden, you all arrived at the house with minimal detection and were in the nice warmth of inside.

"Ahh, it's much better than out their" Rocket was relieved that it was nice and warm inside.

"I am Groot" (But you have fur, shouldn't you be warm ??) Groot spoke up.

"Look I don't know ok. I just get colder"

"Well your inside now buddy, so yeah" You smiled, taking off your jacket.

Rocket then saw the fire place, His eyes were glowing from looking at it, it looked very inviting.

"Careful not to burn yourself" You giggled.

"I ain't that stupid" He snarked playfully.

Settling in, Rocket stayed close to the fire, feeling all snug and warm. his thoughts were broken by the feeling of being wrapped into a blanket and someone sitting next to him.

"Hey pal" he smiled softly up at you.

"Hot cocoa ??'" You offered him his cup, He gently sniffed it before hesitantly taking a sip, You could see a sparkle in his eyes when the taste hit his mouth as he took another sip. "We need to get a good supply of this stuff before were head back"

"I think I can arrange something." You chuckled.

"The fire is nice... It's kinda cozy." He said as he looked back at the fire.

"Yeah... It's one of my favourite things to do with dad during Christmas or just winter in general. Snuggle up by the fire and drink hot cocoa." You smiled as you took a sip of your drink.

Rocket softly smiled and then scooted closer to your side, snuggling up to you, You responded by wrapping your arm around his side and held him close.

"Maybe tomorrow I'll teach you how to build a snow man ??" You looked at him.

"Wait you can build people out of snow ??" He looked up at you confused. Making you laugh.

This was going to be the best Christmas ever, spending it with your best friend in the whole damn galaxy.

A/N: this is definitely getting a part 2

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[not-a-space-alien]

K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 4

Part four of the fourth crossover with @whumpsday!

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Warnings for this chapter: Burns, “it” as a dehumanizing pronoun, mentions of/fear of sexual assault, brief talk about eating disorders 

In this chapter: The joy of Jim's homecoming is soured by an incident with vampire hunters that suddenly reverses the roles between Jim and Valen.

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The movie-watching is oddly serene after years of constant fear and torment. Jim cozies up with Valen while they watch, finishing his apple. He's quiet at first, just like with Kane, but slowly starts to open up as it goes on and he remains safe.

Valen reciprocates the cozying up, wrapping the both of them in a blanket on the couch. Valen has never been happier to have his own little haven, with its soft lights and quiet lack of anyone to bother him. He's delighted to hear Jim start talking more and more, acting like a person and not a neurotic prey animal.

When the time to leave gets nearer, Valen asks if Jim wants to stop at the store again for more food, knowing humans need to eat so frequently.

"Nah, I think I'm good," Jim declines with a nervous laugh. He is pretty famished, having only had one meal in three days, but he can wait. Last time was harrowing enough. Next time he eats, it’ll be in his own kitchen at home. "Maybe I could call my sister to meet us, especially since it's during the day and it'll be safe for her? Then I won't have to trek."

"Of course, that's a splendid idea. Tell her to meet us somewhere, and you'll have a nice smooth journey back. I'd love to meet her, as well."

Jim calls, letting Liz know they're leaving and she can meet them near the signs loudly proclaiming the dangers of crossing the border.

“Tell him I said thank you for saving my brother,” Liz says on the other end. There’s no need– Valen’s hearing is good enough to hear it from where he sits.

"I'm just happy I was able to help do a good deed,” Valen responds. “Hopefully the karma will come back around to me." Valen has always struggled with feeling like a monster, so that feeling being alleviated is enough of a reward on its own, to know he wasn’t universally hated among innocent humans.

They won’t be out for so long, but Valen gives Jim a water bottle anyway, just in case, before wrapping himself up thoroughly for going outside.

The streets and sidewalks are once again empty, cleared in the face of the impending sunrise. Valen hands Jim the car keys in the rising light. "Here, you should drive. In fact, if you wanted to keep this wretched contraption, that would be fine with me. I hardly ever use it, and it's more trouble than it's worth."

Jim grins. "Seriously? Oh man. You are the best. Free car, that rules. Liz probably started using mine when she learned to drive, so that's perfect, now we'll both have one." His smile wavers at the thought that he missed Liz learning how to drive. "Well, buckle up, beaks."

He drives out to the border with little issue, the streets deserted. What had caused him so much grief, years of wanting, nearly dying in his desperate attempt to make it home… it’s like nothing, now. Jim almost feels like he’ll wake up any second, the whole thing a too-pleasant dream.

Liz is there–Liz, in the flesh, so much more grown-up than when he last saw her–with three other people. They all wear vampire hunter’s gear: including Liz, to Jim's surprise. The blue-haired hunter by her side looks the calmest of them all, while the two men look a bit on-edge.

Liz runs forward, and Jim gets out of the car to embrace her.

"Oh my god, Jim!" she cries.

Valen watches Jim hug his sister with a smile on his face. None of the humans can see it, of course, because he's wrapped up head to toe, they can barely see his eyes. He squints against the light to see who all is here. There are four humans, which is more than he expected. It makes him a little nervous, especially since they all appear to be vampire hunters. But Jim's sister seems kind, so he doesn't worry overmuch.

He opens the passenger's side door and gets out of the car, leaning on it to watch Jim and Liz crying with each other. He glances nervously at the sign demarcating human territory from vampire territory, knowing full well if he crosses it, he's put a target on his back.

"Hey, why's it getting out of the car?!" one of the hunters snaps, hand itching toward his weapons.

Jim interrupts his tearful reunion, pulling away from Liz. "Don't fucking call him that! And obviously he has to get out of the car, what's he gonna do, get home from the passenger seat?"

He realizes too late: he's being defiant, again. Kane would beat him to a pulp for this. This is why he’s supposed to be silent, so he doesn’t run his stupid mouth. He immediately shrinks back, eyes cast down, trembling. "Sorry. I'm sorry."

"Cool it, man."  The blue-haired hunter elbows their companion.

Valen gets nervous. "I intend to come no closer, sir. We can talk like civilized individuals, I assure you." He holds his hands up deferentially. 

The words go right over the head of the hunter, who can only focus on Valen’s hands moving and gets spooked. He is clearly a novice hunter, his hands shaky and unpracticed as he draws his pistol and shoots at Valen.

The shot just barely misses Valen, but it does graze his head. It rips his mask from his face, taking most of his hood with it as well, exposing him to a faceful of direct sunlight.

He erupts into an earth-shattering screech at the indescribable pain, sharp and animalistic. The windows of the car wobble with the sound, and the one closest to him shatters and spills glass shards everywhere. He would have never gone outside during the day if he'd known he was risking this. He's instantly blinded by the white-hot light, like two searing branding irons stabbed directly through his eye sockets straight into his brain, and he curls his arms above his head and drops down, fumbling for the shadow of the car to save himself.

"Fuck!" Jim dives for Valen, shielding him with his body. He grabs Valen's mask off the ground and clumsily shoves it back on his face, then strips his own shirt and throws that on top for good measure, ensuring that Valen is fully covered.

"What's wrong with you?!" Liz screams. "He saved Jim! You were just supposed to come ‘cause it's the border!"

"I'm sorry! Shit!"

"Get him out of here," the blue-haired hunter says.

"Got it," the other man agrees. Valen can make out a car driving off.

"Valen? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Jim sounds like he's crying. "I'm sorry, I never meant for you to get hurt."

"Jim," Valen weeps, groping forward. He opens his eyes, but the topmost layer of skin on them has been burned, and they're crusty and sightless. "Jim, am–is he–what's going on?"

Jim holds him. "He's gone. He knocked your mask off, he's an idiot. You're safe now. No one here's gonna hurt you. I'm sorry. You're–you're gonna heal, right?"

"I–Yes, I should–I've never felt..." It still fucking hurts, so so bad, even though the sun is gone. He will heal, right? He's never gotten a sunburn before, and he knows they theoretically heal, but damn is the lingering pain overwhelming, far more than any other injury he's sustained. "Jim, please don't leave me here, I can't see, please don't leave me alone out here."

"I'd never. Don't worry, I've got you. I've got you. You wanna come back to my place to heal up? Let's get you back in the car, huh? We'll get some burn cream on you, and you can rest up back home." Jim helps him back into the passenger seat. "Liz, we've got burn cream, right?"

"Yeah, I, I think so. Yeah." Liz is shaken. "You can follow us? That wasn't supposed to happen. I told them Valen was on our side."

"I'll follow you," Jim agrees. He pats Valen on the shoulder. "We're gonna take care of you. Like you took care of me."

"Thank you," Valen sobs. He's utterly shaken by how thoroughly and quickly the sun was able to completely destroy his confidence. He feels like a kid again, lost and scared and helpless. He'd do anything to avoid feeling the sun again. "I wasn't trying to attack, I swear." He's still shaking a little as he settles into the passenger's seat, and he folds himself down, below the window.

Jim will help me. I helped him, he'll help me back. His sister is a hunter, but she's nice, the other hunter is nice, they know I'm not trying to attack. And I can use persuasion on them if I need to. Oh god, he definitely couldn't use persuasion over a group of three humans at once, though, and his superior speed and strength would be useless if he couldn't see to know how to direct them. This must have been how Jim felt, at the mercy of someone he just had to trust would help him, unsure of if he should make a run for it and take his chances. The idea of going deeper into human territory, further into the domain of the vampire hunters, like this was terrifying.

"We know, buddy." Jim says, starting the car up again and following Liz's- well, his car. "Fuck, this is a mess. You're gonna be okay. Kane and that asshole we ran into last night got into it once a few years back, and Kane was all better by the next night. Um, I dunno if you might take a little longer, 'cause you looked pretty bad there. But I'm sure it'll still be fast."

Valen starts to calm down a little at Jim's reassuring words, just like Jim did at Valen's. He cautiously unscrunches himself, sitting upright in the seat. "Yes. Yes, thank you. Um, are–we're going into–into human territory, are you quite sure your neighbors won't–won't take notice and, and call more hunters?" He is far more afraid of vampire hunters than he'd thought he'd be–they'd always been a distant bogeyman for him, and one of them had just ruined his week with a single pull of a trigger.

"No one can tell you're a vampire when you're all covered up like that. And if anyone tries to fuck with you, they'll have to go through me. And Liz, and probably her friend. Plus, it... it seems like Liz is a hunter." Jim is not a fan of this information, but he's glad it at least makes things a little safer for Valen. "So she'd be the one who's called anyway. I won't let anyone get at you. Promise."

Valen sobs when Jim says Liz is a hunter, not finding it as comforting as Jim does. "Yes. Thank you. Thank you, Jim. Are we going to your house?"

"Yep, that's where we're going. Home. Holy shit, I'm going home." It still doesn't feel real. "It's gonna be okay. And, look, you can feed on me when you get hungry, 'cause I know it'll take a bit for your face to heal right. I'm used to it. Happy to do it when it's for you. I'm sorry it sucks right now. But I won't let anything else happen to you, swear to god. I've got your back."

Oh no. Jim expects Valen to feed on him. Valen has never fed from a human before, he doesn't want to, he's terrified of opening that door. Feeding straight from a human is supposed to be one of the highest luxuries a vampire can have. What if he doesn't want to stop feeding that way? What if he gets addicted and can't go back to blood packs? He doesn't trust himself. He can't. He goes spiraling back into the times where he went days without feeding, crushed under the weight of his depression and guilt and self-loathing. He can't go back to that.

Valen swallows. Maybe they can just avoid that for now. Maybe Valen will get better before he needs to feed, and he can just go back home and sidestep the whole thing.

"Thank you, Jim." He feels safe around Jim in a way he hadn't before with other men. Is it because he's a human, and Valen could overpower him? Then why does he still have this warm feeling when he's helpless and dependent on him? "And I'm glad you get to go home. I'm very happy for you. It's still a wonderful day overall.”

"Thank you. You gave me my life back. I'm sorry it turned out shit for you. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess." Seeing Valen so hurt and scared, because he was trying to help him, no less, breaks Jim's heart.

They arrive at Liz's place after a little while, Jim chattering soothingly to Valen the entire time.

"Alright, we're here. I'll lead you inside." He holds Valen's hand, leading him into the house, where Liz and her hunting partner wait.

Liz tosses Jim a container of burn cream while Laken, quickly introducing themself, goes around closing all the blinds. Liz smiles, despite the situation. "We did have some. And hey... welcome home."

"Thanks. Here, come, sit." Jim leads Valen over to sit on the couch. "You can take that stuff off. You're in the clear."

Valen sits on the couch and gropes at his head to remove the coverings Jim had tossed over him. He also removes his outermost cloak and his gloves. Despite the relatively short contact time, Valen's whole face is red and blistering, and the thin, delicate skin on top of his ears has peeled away to reveal bleeding rawness. His eyes have a gray, opaque layer over them.

"I'm glad to meet the two of you and be in your home, despite the rough start," Valen says. "Thank you for having me. I'm glad to see Jim finally reach safety after his ordeal."

"Thank you for bringing him home. Thank you,” Liz says emphatically. "Sorry the new guy’s a fucking dumbass. I'm gonna kick his ass."

"You're very welcome. I couldn't just leave him there, knowing what fate was in store for him. And I suppose your colleague had good reason to be wary, knowing what my kind is capable of. Although, I obviously do wish he'd had more restraint." 

"Oh please, he didn't have shit." Liz says. "It's daytime, you were bringing Jim home, he was being an asshole."

"I'm gonna put burn cream on you, okay?" Jim says gently. "It okay if I touch? Kinda gonna have to."

Valen reaches out and finds Jim's hands. "Yes, you are welcome to touch me, Jim, I don't mind it at all. Thank you."

"Alright, just hold still." Jim starts slathering burn cream over Valen's face and dabbing it on his ears. He tries his best to be gentle, but touching the burns is bound to hurt at least a little, even if the cream is soothing.

Valen clenches his teeth and lets out an occasional hiss of pain, but when Jim is rubbing the cream on the less painful parts of his body, he leans into the touch, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling. He hadn't realized how touch-starved he'd become, despite it being only a few months since his separation from Priscus, although Priscus had also been his main source of touch before that. He was very much enjoying the touches that didn't have the subtle warning written under them, the hint that later the touching would lead to more things whether he wanted them or not, a reminder that things were expected of him. It felt nice.

When it seems like Jim is done, he pulls away. "Thank you very much. It's already starting to feel a bit better."

"There you go. You're doing awesome." Jim gives him a little side hug and yawns, still on a nocturnal schedule. "I'm gonna grab something to eat from the kitchen and then probably hit the sack. Are you getting tired, too? If you can get to sleep, you'll probably heal a lot while you're out."

Valen jumps at the opportunity. "Yes, please, that sounds wonderful." He secretly hopes that Jim will sleep in the same bed as him. He feels like it would be the first time he'd sleep in a bed with a man and not have to be on guard to fend off unwanted advances. Jim is so very sweet and considerate, and seems like he would take no for an answer if it came down to it, which makes Valen not want to say no. Maybe there will (in)conveniently only be one space where they can sleep, and Jim will apologetically offer to sleep elsewhere to let Valen have it, and Valen will be able to coyly offer to share it. That will give him what he wants: Being able to sleep in the same bed as Jim without looking too eager and inviting, to have plausible deniability about wanting it later if he changes his mind and wants away from Jim, and to make Jim feel just a little bit like he is imposing and therefore needs to be extra polite and considerate to make up for it.

He takes a minute to step back from the insane mental gymnastics he'd just done. Living with Priscus had really done a number on him. Maybe he should just sleep on the couch.

"Er, I've been using Mom and Dad's room for storage,” Liz says. “Your room's all set, though. I kinda didn't touch it. Kept hoping you'd come home. And I was right, you did, so there!" Liz proclaims defensively, like someone's going to argue with her about it. "Even cleaned it yesterday 'cause I knew you were coming home. But yeah, the other bed is covered in boxes. I can go clear it, but it'll take a bit."

"You can use my bed, Valen." Jim says. "Lemme lead you up there. Your eyes are still all funky." He takes Valen's hand.

Valen blushes. "Thank you."

He lets himself be led upstairs, into the bedroom, he presumes. "How large is your bed? Where will you sleep?"

"It's a full. I guess I'll help Liz clear off the other bed, or take the couch if that turns out to be too much of a hassle? Unless… you wanna double up." Jim can’t deny Valen’s subtle hint, asking about the bed’s size, and being with Valen makes him feel safe. Like if Kane showed up to take him away, he would be protected.

"Only if you want to," Valen says shyly. "I wouldn't mind. I don't snore." He sits down on the edge of the bed and starts fumbling to take his shoes off.

"Cool,” Jim says, with a huge smile Valen can’t see. He helps Valen take his shoes off. "Here, you can borrow some pajamas,” he adds, pressing the first ones he sees in the closet into Valen’s hands. “I'll come back up and join you after I've eaten something."

He quickly changes into some himself, since he's currently shirtless and the clothes Valen loaned him are too small anyway. "I'll be back up soon. Yell if you need anything."

"Thank you. Enjoy your meal." Valen takes the time to undress himself, stripping off his many, many layers, suddenly realizing how sweaty he is under it all. He figures a bathroom might be nearby, trailing his hand along the hallway wall and getting lucky when it’s the first doorway he blindly stumbles across. He takes the time to find the faucet and splash some water on himself, drying his skin on whatever towel is nearby. He doesn't dare to clean up more than that for fear of accidentally getting himself into an embarrassing situation he can't get himself out of without calling for help.

He strips off his binder next, slipping into the pajamas. He doesn't know what pattern is on them, but they feel soft and warm. He sighs contentedly, slipping into the bed and fumbling to pull the blanket up over himself. When he finally settles in, he feels very cozy and safe despite the burns, and closes his eyes, already starting to fall asleep.

Jim comes back up about twenty minutes later, trying not to disturb Valen as he slides into bed next to him. "Thank you," he murmurs, finally feeling safe for the first time in five long years.

Valen sleepily rolls over. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could make a difference for someone in this wretched world. Sleep well. Tomorrow you will wake up for the first time safe in your own home among people who care about you."

The words touch Jim to his core. That's one of the kindest things anyone's ever said to him. "I care about you, too," he says softly, snuggling up to Valen in the small bed.

Valen curls up against Jim. It's very comfortable, and he wants this kind of touch so badly, but something is bothering him, and he won't be at ease until he broaches the subject. Despite his earlier thoughts, he's starting to get concerned about waking up to Jim trying to have sex with him. Unlike when Priscus did it, Valen is strong enough to just throw Jim off, but the thought is the only thing ruining the otherwise perfect atmosphere. If he could just clear that, he'd have the nicest night he's had in decades, he's sure.

"Um," he says, voice cracking with nervousness despite his attempts to control it. "To, to be clear, I-I'm very comfortable right now, b-but I'm, I'm not interested in having sex tonight."

The nervousness in Valen's voice gives Jim pause. He recalls the way Valen cried when his husband called, the way he called him sir so miserably. "Hey. You're safe, okay? I'd never do anything like that. You're alright, Valen."

Valen perks up, immediately more at ease. "Thank you, Jim. I know it will be a wonderful night. Sleep soundly. You've no need to worry anymore, either. You're safe, too."

Jim smiles, feeling warm. "Wonderful day, you mean, but I know you're on mushroom time and you can't see shit. You sleep good, too."

Oh this is wonderful. Jim is a human, and Jim feels safe around him, and that must mean he’s not a bad person. Valen feels safe, at ease, and validated in a way he never has before. Jim feels safe and protected in a way he never has before.

They both fall asleep and have the best rest in years, for either of them.

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[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Okay. So. Personal update. I have started seeing an adhd/life coach type person because I've been struggling a lot with executive dysfunction and feeling stuck. Coach is great and I think it'll be a really good fit. But that's not the fun part.

We talked about self-defense mechanisms and how they can manifest to keep us safe in our comfort zone. My comfort zone, as prescribed by 3yrs of a global pandemic, is curled up on my couch with my cat.

I want to be cozy, warm, and comfortable. Preferably without pants or a bra. Obviously.

Now, my family has had dogs over the years who abhorred getting their paws wet when it rains. They prefer to stay indoors where its warm and dry and comfortable. Sound familiar? I always nicknamed those dogs 'prissy paws'. (This is relevant I swear.)

My coach encouraged me to find the good characteristics of myself pre-covid. Loyal, driven, committed, consistent, independent. Right? Right.

Well, the trick to overcoming the self defense mechanism is to name it. Something cutesy or funny, but it should be a two word name, with one word embodying the perceived negatives (read: the comfort zone), with the second personifying the perceived good qualities. Because the self defense mechanism only comes into play when you're trying to move out of your comfort zone, so basically its the two parts of you duking it out.

So my coach walked me through the above, and I very quickly related the prissy paws anecdote for the part of me that wants to stay comfy. But I struggled with the positive part. He indicated that he saw the above qualities (from what I related to him about pre-covid life), and reminded me that strong female fictional characters tend to have those characteristics.

He encouraged me to take a minute to think of strong female fictional characters who might depict those characteristics.

So, the next time I lose momentum to go outside and hang out with friends, I get to address that self-defense mechanism by its proper name:

Moiraine Prissy Paws.

[sickiehugs]

Hiya!

I saw your DRV3 boys taking care of you when you’re sick post and it was so cute!

I was wondering if you’d be willing to do the same for the DRV3 ladies?

Thanks in advance! ☺️☺️

Sure I can!! Ty for giving me this opportnity hehe. excuse any typos, I'm sick myself funnily enough. Oh and this is in a basic non-despair AU! But you can interpret it as any setting you like, I suppose this would work in canon game as well.

Danganronpa Headcanons: V3 Girls Taking Care of You!

(Very long so under cut for courtesy)

(I'm not comfortable listing Miu, Tsumugi, or Angie)

Kaede:

She's best at keeping you company. Great at cheering you up and making you feel comfortable.

She might play her playlist of relaxing piano music to help you fall asleep!

She night even quietly tell you all about each song that plays, just as some background noise while you slowly drift off to sleep.

Entertains your silly tired ramblings that don't make any sense. Acts interested for fun, like, "Yeah? What happened next?" If you make a joke that makes no sense, she'll pretend to get it to make you feel good.

Kirumi:

Best at holding you accountable for things like overworking yourself or trying to do extraneous work while you aren't feeling well.

Makes sure you're resting and all your needs are met. Takes great care of you.

Doesn't let you leave bed or even sit up for too long until you're fully recovered. She'll ensure that you won't have to do anything at all, doing everything for you and treating you like the most delicate person in the whole world.

Cooks you warm, delicious meals that you can stomach. They make you feel warm and fuzzy and safe.

Probably the person who'll have you recovered the fastest.

Himiko:

Performs magic tricks for you to keep you entertained!

While you're slightly delirious and loopy, you might not understand how some of her tricks work, and you might even believe that she really is magical. You'd be genuinely bewildered, and Himiko would be the happiest girl in the world.

It'll be really hard for her not to call everything she does for you a pain. She genuinely csres about you and she's glad she can help you, but it's just a habit she has.

Will probably snuggle up with you while you nap and nap with you as well!! Makes you feel warm and cozy next to her, she's like your personal sleepy kitten.

Once you've recovered, she'll probably say something like, "It was me, I cured you with my maaagic!" You can just say, "Sure you did, Himiko..."

Maki:

Is pretty serious about your physical condition, and doesn't take any risks in regards to your health. Protective of you and makes sure you rest without a fuss.

Would be most likely to be genuinrly scared for you, overreacting in yher head, anxiety telling her you're on death's door. She'll never directly admit how worried she is, but it gets pretty obvious as your condition worsens.

She genuinely won't know what to do with your silly, delirious ramblings. She'd just be kind of dumbfounded, wondering how you could get any more stupid. But, like, in an affectionate way!

Secretly thinks you look adorable when youre sick and sleepy, cheeks and nose dusted red and sleepy eyes all squinty like a kitten's.

Tenko:

(This is only for girls or other fems, as Tenko wouldn't even show up if a "degenerate male" asked for her help :/)

Is quite protective of you. Doesn't let anyone near you, especially any males 🙄 ("I'll use my Neo-Aikido on you if you step any closer!!")

Wants you out of bed and back on your feet as soon as you're strong enough to do so, because she says that a little light exercise can do wonders for your health! She'll help you go on a lil walk :)

She's very encouraging! If you're ever frustrated by how little you can do in your state, she'll make sure you know that you deserve all the rest and breaks you're getting.

Kinda obsesses over how cute you look when you're sick and sleepy. Adoringly commenting on every tiny sneeze or yawn that comes out of you, not being able to stand how incredibly adorable you are. She chills out with that if you're getting worse, though.

So yeah, that's it! Send me an ask if you have anything to add on ^^

[strawberryfloofs]

hi!!! I'm a Natsuki fictive from the Spices Collective and I was wondering if I could request CG!yuri???

headcanons, x reader, x my source... anything please?

I had something really small but really really awful just happen and I really need my Yuyu but she's not close to front at all so making this request, no matter how long it'll take for you to make it or even if you decline it, would help me lots

i dunno my age range but it's not younger than 3 and not older than 10, I want bottles with Yuyu and sippy cups if she's not giving me a drink, I like pacis a ton and often play LoL and Halo Infinite with one in

that's all I know go nuts from there

OFC!! Thank you for asking and I hope this helps! Caregiver Yuri x Regressor (Gender Neu)

Summary: Yuri notices something is up and comforts you with a bottle feeding. It was pretty late, inching near nighttime to be more specific. You were on the floor playing a video game, and you weren't quite sure how long you've been playing, but you were sure of one thing- your paci wasn't in your mouth anymore. Maybe it fell out while focusing pretty hard? You thought, seeing it inches away from you. "Darling, are you still playing that game? Oh, Halo Infinite, right?" Yuri opens the door with a faint smile. Maybe you felt lonely, or you just had a rough day, but whatever it was, you knew you wanted your Yuyu and her attention. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, considering how long you looked in her direction and you forgetting to answer her. "Awww, sweetie," Yuri coos softly, "Are you feeling alright?" Yuri asks, her purple eyes meeting yours. That was all it took for you to open up to her. Yuri's pretty shy and reserved, but she's a really great listener. Between your rants, she was giving many nods and back rubs, assuring you that it was going to be okay and she'd always be there for you, reminding you that's what caregivers are for. After letting some feelings out, you had a new want. "Can I have a bottle? But from Yuyu!" You asked, wanting some comfort. "Mhm, would angel milk be alright, love?" She asked, making sure you were comfortable with it. And with a nod, Yuri asked you to find a cozy spot on the couch for the two of you, which you happily obliged. You ran to the couch and grabbed a blanket, excitedly clutching it while watching Yuri heat up the bottle for you. She turned around and gave a quick smile before taking the bottle out of the microwave and testing a drop to make sure it was the perfect temperature. You always thought Yuyu knew you so well and cared about getting the small things perfect, like mastering the perfect angel milk recipe! After a quick nod, she was headed your way and sat on the couch next to you. Wasting no time, you crawled into her lap. It took shuffling on her part for you both to get comfy, but then you were snuggled against her soft, beige turtleneck as she pulled the blanket over the two of you. "Open up for Yuyu, honey." Yuri cooed, her soft eyes looking down at you as she held the bottle near you. You opened your mouth and you soon had the taste of milk there. A smile spread to your face and it even got to Yuri too. Suckling on the bottle was a calming, rhythmic experience, and it reminded you of why you loved it so much. Bottles with Yuri meant quality time as she held you tightly, so it gave you a feeling that you were safe and there was nothing she'd let hurt you. It meant extra attention as she'd hum some songs, and sometimes recite one of her more appropriate poems to you. It felt nice to know she had her eye on you the whole time too, quickly wiping away any stray droplets of milk. That was rare though, you were a big kid, you thought. It just happens sometimes when you're so relaxed and a little dribbles out. Yuyu didn't seem to mind though, she was always happy to clean you up. "Slow down, Bug, you might get a tummy ache if you keep up," Yuri said calmly, using her mommy voice, "We don't want that, now do we?" Focusing on suckling a little slower, you thought about how you got the nickname Bug. Whenever you're not playing your games, there were times were you'd barge in on Yuri reading, and you'd sit next to her as she read. It became so common that whenever you joined her, she'd read out loud so you could follow her, even if the book was boring. (You just wanted to be near her) Though recently, she got you some more age-appropriate books that you read while sitting next to her. After a while, she called you her little book Bug because you'd always be there while she was reading, no matter what. The thought let out a little giggle that convinced Yuri to play with your hair. After a couple minutes, it was clear your bottle was now empty, yet you still felt a little upset when she pulled it away.

She paused for a minute, seeming to be thinking of something. "How about I go clean off your paci and we'll play your favorite game together, since I know you love to play with one in. How's that my little love?" Yuri spoke, softly. "Yeah! That sounds awesome!"

Eee! I was very excited to write this :D (I only saw this request tonight, so I immediately got to work on it)

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi Kait, today has been one of those days can I have Zen trying to cheer me up please?

You know what Zen loves to do after a long day on set? Only one thing comes to his mind as soon as he hears somebody scream “Cut”! He wants to return to his trailer to be by your side before you head back to the hotel you’re staying in for the rest of the shoot.

It's not easy to have a grueling day on set, and that goes for anybody who's working on a project, not just the actors involved. You've been spending a lot more time with him on the job, and he understands that it can be exhausting to do everything in the background while he's on his feet.

He appreciates all the work you put in for him, but you know him, he wants you to take care of yourself just as much as you think of him. 

It doesn't matter if he's having a great day, if you're having a bad day, then that means he's having a tough day, too. You’re partners and that means you're in this together.

He views the ups and downs as something you face together. Sure, there will be times when he has to do things by himself, or times when you have to do things on your own, but it doesn't mean you can't turn to each other when you need someone there with you to make it feel less isolating. 

So, you probably wouldn't be all that surprised to see him find you as soon as the doors closed knowing that about him. Zen knows where to find you on a tough day. You've got a weary look on your face and he's got that pleasant smile that brings you back from the darkness.

He doesn't waste a moment. He scoops you into his lap and nuzzles his face against the top of your head. You might whine at him for doing so, but you aren't upset with him for doing the same thing he always does. He looks out for you just as much as you look out for him. 

His lips would crush against the top of your head before you could open your mouth to say a single word. For whatever reason, he knows what you need before you know how to communicate it. That's how good your relationship is! He gets it. You'll have a chance to explain whatever's bothering you once you settle into his arms, right where you've wanted to be all day long, right? 

He’s more than prepared to whisper sweet nothings into your ears. It can be difficult for him to come out of character once he's involved in the process, but something about seeing you always pulls him back to the surface. It doesn't matter what he's doing, you bring out the side of him that is so inherently him. 

"Babe, I don't know what's on your mind... but I'm here. I don't think we need to talk about it right now unless you want to talk about it. I could just tell from that look on your face that the only thing you want to do is take a nap. Why don't we do that? After all, it'll take a while to get back to the hotel, and we can enjoy each other instead of worrying about the paparazzi. I'm not going anywhere... your favorite star is here to keep you safe and cozy."

[deadprompts]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟷 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

there's us and the dead.

this is what takes us down.

the tragedy of their loss cannot be overstated.

i'm gonna get shit-faced drunk again

you should've seen the look on his face when i punched out his front teeth.

you're still a dumbass.

nice moves there, clint eastwood.

i think tomorrow i'm gonna blow my brains out.

y'all be more polite to a man with a gun!

zero tolerance for walkers.

that's the biggest lie there is.

we're safe here.

it's not a toy.

i know how the safety works.

keep drinking, little man.

do not enter the city.

bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us.

you may think you do but you don't.

living underground doesn't help; not knowing if it's day or night.

wish i could have done it a month ago.

friend, you need glasses.

there's good news?

it was worth every minute of it just to see that prick spit his teeth out on the ground.

i finally got the scrubbers in the east sector shut down to save power.

there were dozens of 'em.

eww. that's nasty.

maybe we got a second chance.

help me now, show me the way.

i didn't behave, i know.

screw you, man.

sometimes they fall short.

you take that stupid hat and go back to "on golden pond."

you the new sheriff come riding in to clean up the town?

cozy in there?

the only reason i got away was 'cause the dead were too busy eating my family.

i don't even know why i'm talking to you.

that's my boy.

this is our extinction event.

how far do you think i can chuck this, huh?

things are different now.

if you see anything, holler. i'll come running.

go on, tell me what to do.

hey kid, what'd you do before all this?

what are the odds, huh?

i know what i want to say.

i see a chance to make a new start.

i remember my dream now.

i ain't begged you before, i ain't gonna start begging now.

i know i'm being punished.

it wasn't my intention.

i can't let a man die of thirst.

i wanna see how red your face can get.

the world ended, didn't you get the memo?

we survive this by pulling together, not apart.

anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose.

it scares the fish.

thought i'd get to drive at least for a few more days.

i'll give you a moment to think about that.

i'm sorry this happened to you.

i'm old enough.

it belongs to the dead now.

maybe we'll get to steal another one someday.

nobody is gonna hurt you, okay?

they came out of nowhere.

saves me the embarrassment.

that's the bad news.

can i learn to shoot?

you pull the trigger, you have to mean it.

not many people get that.

bites kill you.

just...feeling very...off.

words can be meager things.

what he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me.

what do you say to that?

guess the world changed.

the fever burns you out, but then after a while... you come back.

hell yes you're gonna learn.

you heard me, bitch.

the weak get taken.

there's no clinical progress to report.

still not sleeping well, can't seem to keep regular hours.

we gotta do it carefully, teach you to respect the weapon.

we are surviving here.

too bad i never studied engineering.

yeah, whatever, yee haw.

they might not seem like much one at a time, but in a group all riled up and hungry, man you watch your ass.

one thing i do know, don't you get bit.

we don't kill the living.

no crying in the boat.

i bet there isn't a single son of a bitch still listening out there, is there?

that's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being.

you don't know what it's like out there.

you're surrounded by walkers.

we don't have to be afraid anymore.

who voted you king boss?

we left him like an animal caught in a trap.

the line is pretty clear.

admit it, you only came back to atlanta for the hat.

i can see you make a habit of missing the point.

it's only a matter of time.

is this real?

there's us and the dead.

you got a problem?

there's too many of those things.

i never told them what i really thought.

i ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard.

i'm a glass half full kinda guy.

it's the same as it ever was.

who the hell are you, man?!