#the cutest wittle angel

[theinksimpression]

I promise I draw more than michael sheen its just the art block has been hitting hard.

[killuaisaprincess]

🍕🍕

Palm walks over, clearing her throat, and Killua takes his racket back.

“You know, I won as well, Gon.”

She bats her eyelashes and Killua pouts.

He steps closer to Gon and presses his cheek to Gon’s chest, and they both give each other the stink eye.

“Yeah! Good job out there, Palm!”

Killua watches as her fingers tighten around her purple racket, and she almost snaps it in half.

[cherry-belly]

I love the idea of having the precious wittle newborn be so regressed and small that she becomes super sensitive and needy... that the little one becomes so dependent, needy, and is so deeply lost in her love for her caretaker that she constantly mewls when she isn't being held every waking moment. That the precious adorable little angel needs to constantly have her head resting on her dada's chest to hear his heartbeat and his assuring hums of lullabies in order to calm her sweet soft mewls down. That an adorable little fist chewer constantly gets many head kisses to make her heady feel nice and mushy whenever it feels stressed, that she needs constant tummy rubs and a nice baba to help her tummy whenever she feels an inch of hunger. A precious little one that can't help but make the cutest little squeals and kickies whenever she gets baby talked and many pets as she lays under daddy.

A simple adult newborn that constantly loses any sort of shame nor thought of her infantile actions, simply wiggling her mittened, rattly hands whenever she is laid on her changing mat. A simple precious little bubble bug that makes the cutest spittles and bubbles as she rests on dada's chest to properly sit up without making tumbles. An adorable wittle princess that can't help but try to squeeze blissy with her baby arms and hands whenever she is being spooned and given constant pets as she makes the cutest little mewls from constant stimulation. A simple happy infant that has no worries of the past nor future as she lets her simple head get distracted by the simplest things, having so much trust for her caretaker that her face is always either permanently holding a big wet grin or softly unconcerned as she falls into a deep sense of relaxation and careless serenity... knowing that someone that cares for them very much is always ready to take care of the bassinet babblebox for all eternity.

Ahhh yes please 🙈😍

[3xcuseyou2]

the wizards wife came in at work today, lol. i helped her find a face cream. she doesn't even know her husband has been trying hard asf to get me.

and i - the most innocent, cutest smolest tiniest wittle baby girl pwincess in the whole entire world- thought that it would be fun to say "tell your husband i said hi. he hasn't asked me out in a while now."

buuut i didn't. not because i'm not evil, but simply because who knows what kind of revenge/curse he would cast on me if i fucked up their marriage just for fun. seems unneccesary when i don't even care or feel anything. so i let her live *angel emoji*

[thedarling]

6:53 p.m. I got my daily dosage of sweet-baby-angel puppy time. Puppies make everything better. It was the cutest wittle Carolina dog, too.

[prettypinkpuddles]

Y/N with baby fever.

yeah so i currently have baby fever and my tiktok fyp knows that bc it’s just showing me cute ass kids being cute ass kids…

if i suffer, Y/N suffers 😊

i’m using Diluc, Aether, and Cyno ⭐️

i gave you a geo vision

Angel’s Share was quiet and calm, lights dimly lit up and there was only a few patrons left. you felt like it was a perfect time to ask him.

“Diluc?” you squeaked, not the voice you wanted to come out your mouth.

he gave a hum in response, awaiting one of your many many questions. he had an answer for every one of your questions… except this one.

“you want to make a baby?”

it felt like you threw up a bunch cement everywhere, the whole area was frozen. until Rosaria began to laugh. she let out a snort which made Kaeya, who was just walking in, began to laugh too.

you tensed up and slammed your hands on the bar’s top, “you two, shut it!”

you glared at the both of them and they quieted down; you never raised your voice, not even when you were really upset, not even when you were so angry you could explode.

“Diluc?”

your lover was practically strangling a wine glass, his grip on its thimble neck was deadly and constrictingly tight. you got up and reached for the glass before he could break it or worse, melt it.

too late.

just when you reached the glass’s rim, you recoiled from the intense heat it sizzled out, “ouch!”

as you flicked your hand around to try and calm the reacting nerves, Diluc reached for you, in doing so he let go of the glass. you tried to send a small saucer of geo to catch it, thankfully not breaking it and it slid across the floor, going straight toward a wall.

rosaria snatched it up and you all felt your nerves relax, an accident avoided.

almost.

the glass cracked and chipped, breaking apart to the floor. you sighed, hitting your head on the counter in defeat.

as you picked up the last pieces of the glass you turned to ask the question again. this time no one was here and all the glasses and bottles were stowed away.

“Y/N, you really want a baby?” He asked, he had his head tilted down and to the side a little, a curious and slightly confused grin on his face. you felt your face get warm and tingly, so you sputtered out an answer.

“yes! i saw Delila and Finch with their new baby girl and oohhh, she was just the cutest thing you could ever see! she’s got these big doe eyes and the sweetest little giggle and when she does it, she grabs at her wittle feet and oh i just couldn’t take it anymore!” you gushed about the little baby girl, how adorable you found her.

“did you say ‘wittle’?” your boyfriend attempted to hold back his laugh.

you clicked you tongue and cocked your head with a grin, “is that really all you heard?… i want a baby..”

you slowly made you way toward him and began to describe your dream baby, “they’d have red hair, just like you, but my skin complexion, and maple brown eyes with little lights in them when we they get excited and they’d have the cutest crib and nursery you could imagine…”

you stopped and looked up at him, “please? can you give me a baby?”

“how can i say no after you described it like you simply cannot live without one?”

“you should hear my mother! constantly asking about having a grandkid… ugh i can’t stand it!” you griped. “wanna fulfill her wish?”

you looked out the window, watching the wind blow a rustle of leaves across the landscape, followed by a few little kids chasing after it.

you sighed, a soft smile coming to your face as you rest your chin on your hand, “hey, aether?”

you looked at the reflection in the window, seeing your sweet boy laying over your bed fidgeting with a toy. he looked at you, rolling over to sit up before humming in response.

“i think i want a baby..”

Aether’s eyes went wide, a perplexed and squiggly grin coming to his face, “a-a baby?!”

you nodded, “yeah, just imagine… a sweet little boy for us to care for…”

you turned around to face him, a saccharine smile spreading across your lips like margarine. you walked up to him, sitting yourself right in his lap while running a finger up his chest.

“a sweet lil boy we could teach to use a sword… and if we had a girl, Amber could show them archery. they would be so sweet, just like you and would be able to say they have the coolest dad in all of Teyvat.” you smiled to yourself, imagining an adorable lil nugget with the cutest grin.

Aether put his arms around your neck, his fingers finding their way into the back of your hair, “Y/N, i go on adventures all the time. they wouldn’t be able to see me as much… i’d hate for them to not have me around as much as every other kid.”

“so you can bring them trinkets and stuff from your journeys! you could tell them stories to comfort them when they’re scared! you could do sooo much for them, i just know it; you’d be a great dad, i promise.” you sighed, “i know i’m probably sounding really selfish but-”

“Ludi Harpastum is in 9 months.. it’d be pretty cool to have a birthday around that time.” aether said, unable to meet your eyes.

you stared at him for a minute, processing what he said. a shiver ran down your spine, thoughts of a boy or girl celebrating their birthday during the Ludi Harpastum.. it would be a nice holiday

“cyno, i wa-!”

“a baby, yes i know…” Cyno let out a sigh, “you’ve told me three times this week…”

you bit at your lip, a giggle bubbling up from your throat.

it’s true, you have been saying that you wanted a child to care for. you once said it during a dinner with Tighnari and Collei, once when you were taking a walk and another time when you were caring for your garden.

“but it’s true! i want a cute lil baby boy or girl to dress up and stuff…. they’d be like a lil mini me.” you rested your head on your arms, a dreamy smile coming to your face.

“what if they look like me?” Cyno decided to indulge in your fantasies.

you thought for a moment, “well then i’d dress them up like you! and we would pick parisarahs and kalpalata lotuses!”

he stood up, walking to you, putting his hand on your cheek, “are you saying this because you saw Nilou and Dunyarzad with a bunch of children a while back?”

you nodded, giving out a cheeky giggle. “i know it’s dumb, but i really want a baby now!”

“we can think on it. are you happy with that answer?”

a wide grin smeared across your face as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around your lover, giggling and peppering his face with kisses.

he rolled his eyes and sighed, pulling you in an embrace. “just remember, a baby’s a lot of work.”

“yes, yes, yes! i know, i know! i just didn’t think you would agree to it! thank you, thank you!” you smiled at Cyno, “i’ll make your favorite dish as a bigger thank you tonight.”

here’s some more content by me! ⭐️

[missamyrisa2]

how about some tickles for a shy lee after you walk in on her making herself cum? a lee who is blushy and flustered after being caught touching herself, combined with the increased post orgasm sensitivity is just *chefs kiss* <3

"ooooh what do we have here?" How unfortunate~ I've arrived home a little earlier than expected and happened in your ménage a Moi in our living room. You try to play it off, but there's no mistaking what I just witnessed, and suddenly I'm cuddling up next to you, arm around your back holding your side snugly with the cool metal of my chunky bracelet gliding along your skin as I get into position. The silkiness of my mermaidy top brushes on your hot skin, as does the material of my soft black leggings when I throw one leg over yours to pin you gently~ I make sure you get plenty of sensation on those over sensitized nerves.

"Ahhh, ah, ahh ~ naughty naughty girl. No, no, no, don't cover it up now let's see let's see what my silly girl was up to ~ Ooo you were doing a little finger painting huh? Working on a button-based masterpiece? Mmm? Did it feel just so good? Yeahh? So tinglyyy~ and y'know what? I bet you're alsoooo ~ oh yes, a little tinnnnny bit...ticklish!!" My fingers start pinching your side playfully as I giggle at your ears and start planting little flirty kisses.

"Does it tickle? Wittle kissies on your ear? Aww, look at you, you're just soo melty. Why, I'm barely touching youuu. Post orgasm tickles! Yeah you're just the cutest thing. Come hereee let mama see how pink you are down there." I lovingly move your hands aside and inspect your fingerwork, smiling warmly and blowing little puffs of air at your thighs and girlihood.

"Coochie coo my little lovey dovey songbird. Post orgasm tickles. Look at how you twitch and wiggle. Are you just so sensitive and blushy and cute? Are you my adorable little giggly gigglegasmed angel? How about these buttons? Did you play with these? Mmm?" I lean in and wiggle my nails along your chest, exploring your curvature. With a sly grin I pluck up one of my braided pigtails and start stroking the soft supple tip along your nipple. "How does that feel? Soo tickly? On a scale from one to ten. Tell me~ tell me how it tickles. Is it more ticklish or less ticklish after you came? Come on now, this is for the science. Inquiring minds want to know. How is Amy's adorable cutie pie feeling having her nipples tickled by a little bit of soft hair following a lovely little orgasm?"

I snicker and follow your hyper sensitized reactions, hovering over your squirming wiggles with a knowing smile. I toss my hair aside and make kissy faces. I nod yes yes yes to your no no no and lean down, but divert and playfully start nibbling at your underarms. "Oooh we'll get to the buttons but first let me show you a fun trick. After a climax your skin can get sooo sensitive to nibbly ticklies and these underarms just looked sooo deliciously yummy" I easily pin your arm up through your post-orgasm state and bury my soft lips, kissing and nibbling at the tender crevice. "What ticklish little pits you have my dear! I bet it's just sooo electrifying with all that lovely residual gigglegasmic energy floating about~"

I kiss my way down to your ribs and start tickling at your sideboobs with my fingers as my lips brush your swollen buttons. "Ummmh. Nice girly buttonsss so soft and ticklish and sweet." I muah muah muah all over them, darting my tongue about as nails glide up and down your upper sides, occasionally digging into your underarms or working down to squeeze at your hips as you buck and struggle. "Aww are you getting all worked up again? Do we need toooo~ butter your muffin all over?"

I scoot up and take your hand, kissing it gently before guiding it between your legs. "There we go, you just butter away my dear, work that button now. I'll tickle you all the way through" I start moving your hand on your girly part, snickering as you get all aroused anew. My other hand plays at your thighs and belly, my lips brush your neck and occasionally kiss at your cheeks to urge you along. "Mmhh. So lovely ~ you keep being so beautifully cutely giggly and I'm afraid this is going to turn into a mutual session~"

[gnocchighoul]

Operation Hot Potato

Summary: 

“See? She’s just a baby~” you coo, gently wiggling the kitten in his face.

Lucifer grimaces. Takes another, larger step back. “If a baby is what you want, I’d rather give you one myself.”

(You bring home a kitten and try to hide her from Lucifer. Unfortunately for you, nothing gets past the House of Lamentation’s resident pet-hater.)

Word Count: 3.6k

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You found a kitten.

Well—kind of. It’s debatable.

You think it’s a kitten. She certainly looks like one—fluffy little thing with snow-white fur, blue eyes, a poofy little triangular head, and the most perfectly pink toe beans you’ve ever had the pleasure of squishing. 

The reason why you’re so hesitant to call her a kitten? 

She breathes fire. Hiccups fireballs. Sneezes flaming hot streams of… well, flames.

You learned that firsthand ten minutes ago, when you nearly got your eyebrows singed off by a particularly dangerous sneeze. All you wanted to do was give her a smooch on her wittle pink nose, you weren’t expecting to get blasted in the face with an orangey-red inferno.

But you know what? It doesn’t matter if she’s a little strange. You’ve sworn your everlasting love to your newfound daughter—your secret daughter that the demon brothers can absolutely not know about under any circumstances whatsoever, because you just know that Lucifer will make you put her back in the wild where you found her.

Your fire-sneezing, bouncing baby girl wouldn’t last another day out in the harsh wilderness (aka the dumpster that you retrieved her from). In the forty-seven minutes that you’ve had her, she’s grown accustomed to belly scratches, sleeping in your bed, and gnawing on only the finest tortilla chips in the Devildom. 

Her name is Tater Tot.

She sticks out like a sore white thumb among your colorful assortment of pillows. Not that she cares. She’s living it up in the lap of luxury. Tater Tot stretches—turns around with every paw in the air, proudly showing off her rotund little baby belly, and mrrps at you.

Its the cutest thing you've ever fucking seen. You just wanna SQUEEZE her. Ugh, who would've guessed that a little trash fire baby would steal your heart so quickly?

And it’s not like you broke the rules and brought home a pet on purpose. Tater Tot had chosen you. By choosing to rummage around in that specific dumpster that you just so happened to walk past on your way home from RAD, Tater Tot had effectively decided that you were to be her new caretaker. 

It’s fate. Kismet. You’ve wanted a pet for so long—dog, cat, dragon, gremlin, doesn’t matter. You’ve spent hours upon hours bitching and moaning to anyone that’ll listen about how badly you’ve wanted a pet to smother with your love. Nobody has been able to escape your woe. Everyone—the brothers, the angels, Solomon, and even your good buddy Diavolo (somehow, Barbatos has managed to evade you) have all been forced to listen to your lamenting about the pet-shaped hole in your heart. 

But finally—finally—your prayers have been answered.

With a fire breathing kitten. 

Oh yeah. Kismet.

You’re fairly certain that Tater Tot has never lived in a house. She had been perfectly content to snuggle up in your school uniform like some kind of tiny, pouch dwelling, heat seeking creature, until you had snuck into your bedroom and closed the door behind you. 

The second you set her on the floor, it was like a switch flipped. Tater Tot had shown off her unnatural strength by flinging her little puffball body around the room like a possessed tumbleweed, spastically crashing around the room and knocking over furniture and keepsakes alike.

You had finally cornered her under your bed and sat peacefully nearby, humming quietly to calm her. It didn’t take long for you to coax her out with snacks—she liked the chips, but passionately disliked the gummy worms—and within twenty minutes you had Tater Tot lounging with you on the bed, rubbing her soft little cheeks into your palm for rubs and scritches. 

You need to come up with a plan to hide your beloved child ASAP. It’s only a matter of time until either Lucifer hauls you off to his room or one of the brothers decides to camp out in yours for the night, and if word gets back to Lucifer that you’re harboring a fugitive animal… Well, favoritism or not, it won’t end pretty.

Though perhaps there is one person who can help you with this little secret.

Satan. The cat-loving fourth brother. 

Man oh man, he’s going to be thrilled with sweet little Tater Tot. You have to be careful though—you reckon that there is a 96% chance that he’ll try to steal her away from you. Trying to juggle custody battles and harboring your secret daughter from Lucifer all at the same time sounds like such a pain.

But… That would still be better than having to put Tater Tot back on the streets.

With the threat of big-meanie-Lucifer looming over you like a particularly gothic and pet-hating phantom, you come to a final decision. You’re just going to have to pull on your big girl pants and accept the soul crushing truth of the situation.

Satan is your only hope. 

But how are you going to sneak your daughter all the way over to his room?

You look around your own room for something, anything that can hide your beloved dumpster pet and—ohohoho.

 ~

“Darling?” 

You freeze midstep.

Busted.

“What’s up, Lucifer?” You try so hard to keep your voice calm and normal. So hard. 

Judging by the way Lucifer looks at you, you’ve failed. And you were so close. Satan’s bedroom is literally right there! Only a few yards away! If only you’d just had ten more seconds to yourself in the dark hallway... Alas, the warden your beloved Lucifer aka the resident pet hater stands between you and the dusty salvation that is Satan’s library of a bedroom.

You shuffle your feet a bit nervously. Readjust your grip on the cardboard box. A bit warily, Lucifer eyes it.

“What’s in the box?”

You panic. “What box?” 

Fuck.

Lucifer cracks a smile, though it doesn’t meet his gaze. He gestures to the cardboard box that you are currently holding near to your chest like some sort of ugly, cubic liferaft. 

“Oh!” You laugh. It’s too high pitched. Suspicious. “This box? It’s just some books for Satan, it’s nothing—”

The box sneezes.

Your mouth snaps shut and you thank all the fucking stars in heaven that this sneeze didn’t flambé you.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow accusingly. Tone icy and sharp, he says, “Books? Is that so?” 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck—

You wilt a bit under the intensity of his gaze. “They’re… cursed books? Yeah, so cursed and dangerous and only Satan knows how to nullify the evilness of these books so I’m gonna just slip past you—”

Lucifer takes a step to the left, planting himself firmly in your path and effectively thwarting your desperate grand escape. A single blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains and slices through the shadows, Lucifer now caught in the spotlight and—oh that fucker did that on purpose. Ugh, what a drama queen.

Red eyes practically glowing in the dark, he nods menacingly at the box. “Go on then. Open it.” 

“I dunno, I really shouldn’t because of the curses and—”

Clearly not in the mood to entertain your scheming-slash-rambling, Lucifer takes matters into his own hands. Before you can twist away, one of his hands darts out to knock the lid off of the box and—

Books. It’s filled with books.

He frowns. Lifts one up and—nope, there’s just more books underneath. “...What?” 

“Happy? Now if you don’t mind I really should get—”

“Let me help you with that.”

Your reflexes aren't fast enough. Before you can leap back or Sparta kick him away, Lucifer plucks the box right out of your arms… and reveals a squirming lump beneath your sweater, right inbetween your breasts. The box hits the floor. Lucifer stares at your newly acquired mass with a very particular sort of horror that you’ve never seen before. 

You panic. Again.

“...I grew a new boob. I think the Devildom air is toxic or something, but it’s okay! The more the merrier, right? We can still—gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY TIDDIES—”

Lucifer presses one hand to your lower back, trapping you, and yanks down your zipper, revealing the purrito that is wrapped kind-of-securely to your chest with a scarf. He recoils backwards, looking equal parts horrified and peeved off.

Time for Plan B.

93% sure that you can still recover from this situation that is rapidly soaring downhill, you stuff your hands into your pockets and then throw them outwards, flinging fistfuls of rainbow confetti into the air. “Surpriiiise! You’re a daddy! Say hello to our daughter.”

“No.”

“Her name is Tater Tot. Personally, I think she takes after you.”

The Tater in question shimmies out of her silky prison and tumbles nose first into your palms. You hold her right up to Lucifer’s face, grinning like a goddamn sociopath when he takes an alarmed step backwards. Little puffball paws desperately try to swipe at his nose. Lucifer looks downright offended by the assault of pink toe beans.

“See? She’s just a baby~” you coo, gently wiggling the noodle-limp kitten in his face.

Lucifer grimaces. Takes another, larger step back. “If a baby is what you want, I’d rather give you one myself.”

“As fun as that sounds, we have a perfectly good one right here!” 

“That thing is not a baby. Where did you find it?” 

There’s a concerned little scrunch in his brow that you wanna smooth over with your thumb, but when you try to close the distance between you two, he moves further out of reach. Frowning, you hug Tater Tot to your chest. She snuggles her face into the crook of your neck and purrs like the smallest biodiesel engine in all of the realms.

“I found her in a dumpster!” you say, perhaps a bit too proudly. 

Lucifer’s eyes widen. “In the city?”

“Why is that so shocking? Does the Devildom not have stray cats?” 

“That’s not a cat.” 

“Well yeah I kinda figured, what with the whole fire breathing thing and all, but—”

“It’s a chimera.” 

You stare at Lucifer. Try to gauge how serious he’s being. Tater Tot nibbles on your thumb with little needle-like teeth. 

Surely he’s joking. 

“...Like the lion-goat-lizard thing? That chimera?” 

Lucifer nods. 

Like you’re in some twisted version of the Lion King, you hold Tater Tot up in the beam of moonlight that Mr. Doom and Gloom had previously been occupying. Examine her totally normal kitten-features. The distinct lack of goat hooves. Miss Tater licks her nose. A Chimera? Her?

Surely he’s fucking with you.

But… it would explain the whole fire-breathing thing. Kind of. You’re not fully convinced he’s lying, but the truth doesn’t make much more sense.

But if she is a chimera… that’s so badass.

If Lucifer thinks for one second that Tater Tot being a nightmarish Hell creature is going to scare you into giving her up, then he is sorely mistaken. (You did choose to date him, after all. You're an expert at loving on Hellish beings.) At the end of the day, whether Tater is a chimera or a cat or whatever the hell else, you’ve already bonded with each other. She’s your baby and you are not going to let him get rid of her. 

If he gets Cerberus, then you get your funky little Tater Tot, dammit.

Lucifer watches this journey of emotions play out on your face. His eyes narrow. He says your name slowly, strained—a thinly veiled warning in his voice.

The grin that overtakes your face can only be described as evil. 

“We’re keeping her.”

“Absolutely not.” 

 ~

“You can’t be serious.” 

From the depths of your blanket fort, your hand emerges to flip Lucifer off. He scowls. 

“This blanket fort is only for Tater Tot and me.”

“Then perhaps you should relocate to your bed.” Lucifer growls.

You snuggle further into the black sheets cocooning you. With impressive speed, you had raced back to Lucifer’s room and stripped every piece of fabric from his bed in record time. From there, it was simply a matter of combining the dark sheets with a bunch of pillows and voila. You had created your very own anti-Lucifer fortress, right in the middle of his bed. 

Tater Tot army-crawls across your thigh and worms her way into the sheets, vanishing like a ninja.

"What?" You peek at Lucifer through a small opening in the fabric. “But then you would just ignore me and Tater Tot.” 

“Yes, exactly. I’m glad that we’re on the same page.”

“No! We’re not on the same page at all,” you scowl. “I’m not moving until you bond with her.” 

“Then I suppose you’ll be stuck there forever.” 

“Maybe I will!”

You can’t see him right now, but you know in the depths of your heart that Lucifer is rolling his eyes at you. 

Which, y’know. Fair. You are being a little bit ridiculous. But what choice do you have? The confetti didn't work and Lucifer needs to form an everlasting bond with Tater Tot. He needs to experience how lovely and precious and wonderful your little baby is, so that he won’t make you put her back in the dumpster where you found her.

You have one last tactic. It is by far the absolute worst. 

Talking to him. Like some kind of functioning, responsible adult, because apparently that's what you're supposed to do in a healthy relationship. Blegh. 

While you agonize over stooping to this final resort, Lucifer climbs into the bed without a word and settles himself in like he owns the place. Which he does. But that’s beside the point. 

One of your arms emerges from the blanket shield to poke at his pajama clad thigh. He doesn’t react. So naturally, you poke him again. And again. And again, until finally he sighs, “What?”

You squirm your way out of the stuffy blankets, gulping down air once you're free—sweet baby Jesus, fresh air has never felt so good—and Tater Tot flies out after you, rocketing across the mattress at the speed of light and tumbling around like a little white pom pom. While she does her own thing, you worm your way into Lucifer’s side so that you’re halfway on top of his chest. He huffs and lays there like a board, refusing to hug you, so you grab his arm and wrap it around your shoulders yourself.

Here goes nothing. 

“Why are you so against having a pet?” you ask, dancing the pads of your fingers over his chest.

Lucifer cracks one eye open. “The first and last time I allowed pets in the house, Satan brought home 48 cats. In one hour.” 

...You really should have seen that one coming.

“Oh. Well, I mean… Is that reallyyy a bad thing—ow! You jerk, I was just kidding.” You pout. “You didn’t have to pinch my butt that hard.” 

Lucifer snickers and pats your butt consolingly. “Mmm, no, I didn’t. But I wanted to.”

Briefly, you consider headbutting him right in the chin. But alas, that wouldn’t solve anything, so you settle for pressing a kiss to his collarbone, then reach a hand up to play with his hair, just how he likes. It’s not very ~vengeful~ buuut it’s bound to put him in a better mood. 

You trace cutesy little heart shapes on his right pec. “You know what I want?”

Lucifer closes his eyes—lets his head fall back onto the mattress. “We’re not keeping her.” 

You snuggle into his chest with a happy little hum. “Yes we are.”

“...Just for the night. Tomorrow you're putting her back where you found her."

 ~

You wake up in agony. 

It feels like you’ve had a lung ripped out and replaced with serrated knives. Or shark teeth. Each breath drags oh so painfully at your—just kidding. 

You wake up well rested and tangled in the bedsheets, your head hanging off the side of the mattress. You’re a little hazy-brained and your skull feels like it weighs a thousand pounds, but that’s probably because of all the blood rushing to your head. When you roll over and haul yourself back up onto the bed, a noise escapes you that is definitely not fit for polite company.

The murky depths of slumber threaten to take you again, so you pat around the bed with your hand, looking for your favorite demon-slash-body pillow. You pat. And keep patting. Where the hell is Lucifer?

You crack one bleary eye open, trying to find Lucifer and—

Where the hell is Tater Tot?

Your heart jolts in your chest as you realize a few things all at once.

One: Lucifer is missing. 

Two: Tater Tot is missing.

Three: You slept through breakfast, but that’s less important. 

You’re off like a shot, wrestling yourself out of the sheets and flinging them to the floor, then stumbling across the room to get to the door before your brain can even fully wake up. It’s fine, you don’t need 100% brainpower, you just need to find your baby. 

You’ve barely taken four steps into the hallway when you slam nose first into Mammon. He catches you, saving your face from becoming acquainted with the floor, and you grab him by the leathery lapels of his jacket. 

“Where’s Lucifer?!” you hiss.

Mammon desperately tries to squirm out of your feral grip. You shake him like a polaroid picture.

“Geez, knock it off would ya?! He’s in his office, what the hell is up with you? Wh—HEY! I’M NOT DONE TALKIN’ TO YA!”

Whatever the Weenie has to say to you is less important than finding your child, so as soon as you acquire Lucifer’s location, you haul ass to Lucifer’s study.

 ~

In a raging fury that could rival Satan’s existence, you fling open the door, ready to tear Lucifer a new one for not even letting you say goodbye to your beloved kitten and—

And your heart melts into a warm, gooey puddle. 

Lucifer is sitting at his desk. Tater Tot is draped across his shoulders.

Lucifer glares at you, but there's no real bite in his gaze. “Keep it down, Phobos is sleeping.”

You blink stupidly, your brain racing at a thousand miles an hour to catch up with whatever the hell you’re currently feeling that has you all mushy and moon-eyed. “Phobos? What the hell? That’s not her name at all.” 

“My love, we are not naming our daughter after potatoes. Her name is now Phobos. She and I came to a mutual agreement that it is far more fitting of a name for a creature of her pedigree.”

...You’re so torn. On one hand, you want to argue that Tater Tot is a lovely name for your dumpster kitten-chimera-thing, but on the other hand… he called her ‘our daughter’. As in your guys’s daughter. This can only mean one thing, and you clutch at your heart when you realize what’s happening.

They bonded.

It damn well might bring a tear to your eyes.

You make your way over to Lucifer, shove aside the papers on his desk, and perch your happy ass right on the hardwood.

With a bone deep sigh, Lucifer leans back in his chair. “Why do you always do that? My lap is available, you know.”

Tater Tot wakes up and lifts her heavy little sleep-addled head to meep at you.

You grin—hook your ankles around the armrests of his chair and pull him closer. “So… does this mean we’re keeping Tater Tot?” 

“... Yes, we’re keeping Phobos. But that’s it, no more pets.”

“Okay, wait. Hear me out. What about a dog?”

“Absolutely not.”

Lucifer plucks another white hair from his RAD uniform and holds it up to the moonlight, scowling at the offensive thing. Why in all the realms did you have to find a white cat? The damned thing has only lived with you lot for two days and yet somehow its hair has already gotten over every article of black clothing in his wardrobe. It’s infuriating.

His gaze wanders across the courtyard to where you’re sitting pretty on Beel’s shoulders, clawing at his face with your fingertips and screaming in terror at how high up you are. He grins. 

He can put up with the shedding fur, so long as he gets to see how your eyes shine like the stars when you see Phobos.

Still though. Why couldn’t you find a black kitten? 

“Lucifer! There you are!” 

Lucifer flicks the cat hair—lets the breeze catch it and float it away. Before he can even get a proper greeting in, Diavolo is pulling him in for a bone crushing hug.

“You’re here a bit later than usual. How’s life with the new kitten treating you?” Diavolo asks.

Lucifer steps out of the hug and eyes Diavolo warily. “Just fine, thank yo—wait. How do you know about the cat?”

Diavolo blinks innocently. “Surely you told me about her, didn’t you?” 

No, he definitely did not—oh no. 

Lucifer stares, slack jawed and horrified, because in that moment, he realizes something that he refuses to accept.

No.

No. It can’t be.

Diavolo would never do that to him. He would ne—oh fuck, he absolutely did.

Diavolo planted the cat. He knew that you would find her in that dumpster and take her home.

Lucifer has never known a betrayal quite like this. Diavolo says something about heading off to his office, but he doesn’t hear him over the rushing in his ears.

“Diavolo.” 

The demon prince in question pauses in his escape to look back at Lucifer. “Yes, Lucifer?”

“Why did you have to pick a white cat?”

And oh, Diavolo laughs. A full belly laugh that quite honestly kills Lucifer. Just a little bit.

[silverdelirium]

No bc I want draco to make the ‘fuzzy feeling’ in my tummy all better🥺 he loves when you refer to “big girl” things as the cutest wittle phrases 😼🥲💝😩😥✨

telling him about it and he’s like “y’want daddy to play with your princess parts, angel?” 😵‍💫

[sidsinning]

Lady baby is SO fucking annoying. I wanted to dropkick every single one of her annoying ass family members. Everyone's kissing up her feet like she's messiah or smth, got so tired of it all. Her mindset is too just 😭 stfu or be smarter so far all of her support comes from her being cutsie uwu baby genius and again annoying people around her. Shit I have so much pent up anger towards this one

IKR PREACHHHHHHH

All the "villains" are forgettable stupid adults that get one shotted by her so easily, it all feels like pointless filler to get to the romance which barely starts at like, CHAPTER 100????? Everyone calls her cute 24/7 which seems to be the only point of the side characters in this story- I get maybe 20 chapters of this fanservice but it is literally THE story.

I GET IT, SHE'S CUTE, THE CUTEST LIL BABY PRINCESS CUTIE BITTLE WITTLE ANGEL HONEY BUNCHES OF OATS CARAMEL SUGAR PIE IN THE WORLD, CAN WE MOVE ON?

Only interesting plot was the boy whose twin sister died

I dropped when that storyline ended lololol

Yeah this one legit ANNOYED me enough to drop lmao

[theyscreamjade]

I babysit my infant cousin (she’s 6 months) and she’s just the cutest, chubbiest little thing! Black babies stay stealing my heart and I was wondering if you could do hcs of Kirishima, Shinsou, Hawks, and Aizawa seeing their black gf tend to her baby relative as she constantly coos at how beautiful her skin and hair is, kissing her cheeks, and being maternal

Babies!

ILL BE HONEST. I went way off topic, if you don’t like it. I’ll do it again. I just...WENT ALL THE WAY OFF TOPIC. I did this after work and my brain is fried.

Also, Imma bless y’all with some cute shit.

That’s my Nephew btw.

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* Let me tell you something, YOU BETTER LISTEN.

* THIS MAN AND KIDS ARE MAGNETIC AND INSEPARABLE!

* When he’s around kids, they’re instantly attracted to him on a thousand levels and no matter what he does, THEY. FUCKING. LOVE. HIM. STILL!

* Being your baby cousin around him if you want, HOW MUCH YOU WANNA BET THAT THEY’LL WHINE FOR HIM.

* He’ll be the one complimenting on his fucking adorable she is because she’s blessed with them good good genes.

* If she smiles, his heart may explode because she’s a cute honeybun that deserves to be treated like such.

* Don’t pinch her cheeks or suck them, especially if she don’t like it. Nah, Princess is going to be taken care of right around him. She ain’t gonna cry or be sad around him until she has to leave.

* Then their both crying like babies for each other to be reunited again.

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* He already takes care of a cute angel named Eri-Chan!

* When he comes home with her from school and he sees you with that Angel in your arms, Eri will be the first to ask if she could hold her.

* She called dibs, while she’s in her lap. Eri will run her small hands through those fully curls and admire so much on her.

* They will have a tummy time together while you’re cooking dinner and he’s napping.

* In the midst of making dinner, he’ll hear the wittle one cry and Eri can’t calm her down. Before you can even react, she’s instantly quiet.

* You emerge into the living room and she’s knocked out on a sleeping Aizawa. THAT SHIT IS TOO FUCKING CUTE!

* He may not be too expressive about it, but he admired her adorable nature and physical beauty. She was a all around dumpling.

* And that dumpling had the best nap in her life with uncle Aizawa.

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* Upon first glance at her in the park, his instant reaction was how ADORABLE SHE WAS.

* That sugarbear was rocking her best jumper in the spring weather, chilling in her stroller while admiring the sun sparking off that skin god blessed her with. Even rocking those clear sandals on her fat feet, WE KNOW THEY PAINTED TOO!

* Once freed, she’ll stare at this large spiky man with shark teeth. I’d be scared too because, BOY YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HURT!

* Let her work her way to his love, this may mean siting her in her lap, letting him feed, burp or something with her.

* For some reason, I think her curiosity would lie with his spiked hair.

* I just see this, LETS SAY YOU AND HIM ARE HAVING A PICNIC OKAY?

* And you go to get some ice cream while she’s laying on the blanket. You get back and you see her crawling around the fitted sheet and he’s following her like as if she’s a monster or something.

* Her soft squeals and giggles, BRUH! my heart!

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* He was..too prepared for her arrival.

* Baby girl was spending the night and he was preparing for her as if she was staying until she turned five or something.

* There was a few sharp things and they were all put up, but he wanted to ensure she wouldn’t have a scratch on her precious body.

* Especially if she’s a crawling, curious Angel who wants nothing more then to touch everything she can get her hands on.

* The moment she connected to the floor, POOF. She’s gone and ready to explore.

* He was prepared though because he’s helping raise Eri, he’ll quietly follow the dear princess while she explores every room. Her curiosity would soon turn to his purple hair that stayed up and her chubby hands would hold up for him to lift her.

* If you never seen him blush, prepare yourself because you will then. When she’s in his arms, she’ll grab a lock of hair while gripping it tightly.

* Here’s a image for you all, just picture this.

* Hitoshi Shinsou with her on his chest, wrapping around with either his scarf or a weighted blanket to ensure she gets the decent rest she deserves to have.

* That adorable sleeping face against him while he continued to clean up the little mess she made, looking like a African housewife.

[adventuresinwonderlust]

SHUT THE FUCK UP YOONGI'S CUTE LIL SMILE WHE. HE SHOWS HIS LIL TEEFIES? I AM DECEASED GOODBYR HE IS AN ANGEL

He is the cutest ever when he gives his wittle smile!!

[killuaisaprincess]

knick-knack

“S-Stupid! Do you know how much one costs on eBay?!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you, princess.”

E-Eh?

Everything from the tip of Killua’s ears to the bridge of his nose goes a cute shade of pink, and he stares with wide eyes.

Zushi is equally stunned.

“G-Gon, you’re so bold…”

Zushi whispers enviously.

Killua plays with a strand of hair, shyly, mumbling cutely.

“Y-You better mean that…”

Gon smiles and brings his lips down to kiss Killua’s knuckles.

“I do mean it.”

[masterofmaagnetism]

Dust, randomly: god you are the cutest thing ever

Cain, who may not be able to sleep but still gets tired: wh. what.

Dust: sweet little baby. wittle angel. tiny.

Cain:

Cain: i forgot we had a cat

Dust: you have no idea how unsurprised i am

[lil-meow-meow-goes-rawr]

Y’ALL I SAW SVT LAST NIGHT AND I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

from the moment i found svt, wittle woozi has been my bias but he may have a contender now???

BECAUSE THE SMALL MAN WITH THE ENDEARING SMILE, CUTEST CHEEKS AND VOICE OF AN ANGEL HAS STOLEN MY HEART

WHEN I TELL YOU I COULD NOT KEEP MY EYES OFF HIM. LIKE HE’S REALLY OUT THERE TRYING TO WRECK MY ENTIRE LIFE AND IT’S WORKING???? RUDE

HE OUT HERE LOOKIN THAT FIIIIIINE AND SOUNDING LIKE THE PUREST ANGEL WHEN HE SINGS AND THEN HE HAD THE AUDACITY - THE A.U.D.A.C.I.T.Y. - TO COME OUT FOR THE ENCORE STAGE WITH THEM GLASSES AND YO GIRL WAS DED LET TELL YA

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THE BABY I LOVE HIM

in conclusion my heart now belongs to seungkwan. thank you for your time

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Good Omens Chibi Headcanons Part 1

Headcanons for if Aziraphale had his own little chibi. (Got inspired by cute chibi fanarts I saw on here made by artists with the usernames asunnydisposish and kimmigawa.) THANK YOU TO @luna-sheep FOR READING THIS FOR ME!👍 For space reasons, these headcanons are going to be split into three parts. First is Aziraphale, second is Crowley, and the last ones will interactions between both of their chibis. I’ll post the second and third ones later and link them all in each post.

Part2: https://enchantedchocolatebars.tumblr.com/post/186898556182/good-omens-chibi-headcanons-part-2

Part3: https://enchantedchocolatebars.tumblr.com/post/187062920297/good-omens-chibi-headcanons-part-3 

Chibi Aziraphale:

• HE'S THE CUTEST SMOLEST MOST GOODEST ANGEL BOY EVER!!!😇👼❤️❤️❤️

• You can thank Aziraphale’s heavenly influence for that!

• The chibi gets little reminders from Aziraphale to be happy and to think positive.

• Chibi Aziraphale is happy to have formed a friendship with Aziraphale, and is very glad that both he and him get along so well!

• Aziraphale enjoys reading to him.

• Chibi Azi wishes the humans would invent books in his size so that he’d be able to read them.

• Chibi Aziraphale likes fictional characters such as Winnie The Pooh, Molang, Pusheen The Cat, and Moomintroll.

• Aziraphale takes Chibi Aziraphale to St. James park to visit the ducks by the pond and feed them. At first, the sight of the ducks frighten the little angel. They were much more bigger than he was! W-What if they tried to eat him?! Noticing the scared look on his small friend’s face, Aziraphale kindly reassures to him that the ducks were merely just water birds who enjoyed bread, and that the tiny celestial being had absolutely nothing to be afraid of. He even shows the chibi how to properly feed the birds by placing a crust in his hand and allowing him to toss it at the nerby drake who caught it immediately. This makes Chibi Aziraphale beam in delight as the two angels spend the rest of the afternoon giving food to the ducks.🦆🍞

• As a reward for helping him around the bookshop, Aziraphale miracles Chibi Aziraphale sweets.

• The angel had a love for food similar to his bigger counterpart. Chibi Aziraphale’s favorites include crepes and sushi, (of course) coffee cake, raspberry cream pie, and shortbread cookies.

• He’s not aware of it, but Aziraphale does indeed spoil his chibi at times.

•  Aziraphale likes to dress his chibi up in 17th and 18th century male doll outfits/attire. (Imagine a clothing montage of Chibi Aziraphale trying on/wearing the outfits and looking adorable in them all while classical music plays. Aziraphale would squeal at how cute Chibi Aziraphale looks in each outfit, telling him that he looks like a wittle gentleman.)

•Chibi Aziraphale loved wearing the outfits when he and Aziraphale had tea parties. It made him feel fancy! The chibi's Harry The Stuffed Rabbit plush would also be at the tea party as well, dressed up in a 17th or 18th century outfit that was similar to his.

• I can see Aziraphale getting his chibi a pair of round lenseless doll glasses. There! Now he looks nifty too!

• Since he’s become fairly good at it, Aziraphale shows his chibi how to do the gavotte! It’s really cute to see the two angels both have ridiculous pleased expressions on their faces.

• Chibi Aziraphale really likes this song! Everything about it was just so pure and divine. (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TWps8vw8oCo) Imagine during a cold, winter day Aziraphale happily knitting his miniature pal a sweater near a warm fire place all while this plays in the background on the wood metal gramophone sculpture.

• Aziraphale finally has a little assistant for his magic act!

• Chibi Aziraphale loves Aziraphale’s “magic” and was easily impressed by it, believing it to be real! His favorite trick had to be the ‘pull the coin outta the ear’ trick.

• Aziraphale gets one of those really big old doll houses for him (you know, something similar to the Astolat Dollhouse Castle) to live in so that he had a place he can feel at home in and be in control of.

• If someone or something new scares him, Chibi Aziraphale would quickly hide behind Aziraphale’s leg similar to how a timid child would hide behind their mother.

• At night, after Crowley drops him off at his bookshop, Aziraphale goes inside and immediately heads to the back room to check up on Chibi Aziraphale. He had miracled the angel sheets of paper and a pack of crayons before he had left to keep the little guy from being bored while he was away. When Aziraphale walks inside the room, he spots Chibi Aziraphale asleep on his desk. The chibi was nestled up near his Harry The Stuffed Rabbit plush and several sheets of paper and crayons. Aziraphale simply smiles. “Aw, he’s sleeping.” Just when the angel was about to attend to the papers and crayons that were on the desk, he notices a drawing on one of the papers. He picks it up and takes a look at it. It was a drawing done by Chibi Aziraphale! It was an adorable childlike drawing of Aziraphale and Chibi Aziraphale smiling with a heart above them. On the top of the picture the words “Friends Forever” was slightly sloppily written in crayon. Seeing this beautiful artwork made Aziraphale’s face melt into an expression of pure joy and happiness, tears welling up in his eyes. He sets the lovely art down on the desk and gently picks up Chibi Azi without waking him up. “You’re so sweet.” he softly whispers to him before walking over to the chibi’s doll house to get him to bed. As Aziraphale tucks the tiny angel in, Chibi Aziraphale smiles in his sleep and snuggles underneath his little blanket. Aziraphale can’t help but smile sweetly once again. After that, the principality returns to his desk to take care of the papers and crayons. When finished, he catches up on some late night books. Tommorrow he plans on finding a safe place to keep the drawing that Chibi Aziraphale drew for him.

• Aziraphale and Chibi Aziraphale have a sorta almost parent and child relationship.

• Chibi Aziraphale didn’t look so happy today. He seemed pretty sad in fact. The angel was currently sitting on top of a book that was on Aziraphale’s desk with a glum look on his face. Aziraphale sees this and now makes it his duty to cheer his little buddy up! Let’s see, he knows that Chibi Aziraphale really likes it when he performs fake old timey human magic, so, switching into his magician outfit that he wore at Warlock’s party, he tries doing just that. He does the basic tricks like the card trick, pulling Chibi Aziraphale's Harry The Stuffed Rabbit plushie from his hat trick, and even the coin trick, but it doesn’t seem to change the small angel’s gloomy mood. As a final act, Aziraphale makes a “pie” (which was really just a paper plate filled with whipped cream) “vanish.” (vanish as in he basically just shoves the “pie” in his face, pieing himself.) He then is all like “ta da!” and does the whole jazz hands thing. Chibi Aziraphale looks at him for a moment before laughing. Aziraphale then starts laughing too.

• While he does like Aziraphale alot and was pleased that the both of them were really good friends, Chibi Aziraphale does get…slightly envious of Aziraphale sometimes. Mainly because of his size. Because Aziraphale was so much bigger than he was, he didn’t have to ever worry about getting accidentally or purposely stepped on, he could reach for a book on the book shelf and read it without any problems at all, and he could eat all the crepes and sushi he wanted whenever he wanted. It’s not fair! How dare that angel be big enough to do all those neat things! (It’s meant to be a cute jealousy though so it’s nothing too serious. He still loves him.)