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#no!!! i’m not soft >:(
greykolla-art · 1 month
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Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”
Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”
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Zuko’s swt visits throughout their relationship :)
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frudoo · 29 days
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Simon Riley kisses with everything he has—everything he is. He leaves you breathless long before his lips ever touch yours. Gently running his fingers through your hair, or cupping your face with one hand, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. His honeyed brown eyes are so full of life as they stare into yours and it feels like he’s picking apart your soul just with his gaze. Just before you get the chance to break the tension, find some relief, he does it for you, closing the expectant space between the two of you. His lips part deliberately, gently slotting between yours with careful, practiced ease because he wants it to be perfect for you every single time.
Simon Riley kisses with nothing short of perfection; maybe it’s the military in him that makes him need to perform flawlessly, or maybe it’s the way you look at him like he’s human that makes him want to cherish you, convince you—or himself, though he’d never admit it—that he can make you happy. He’s obsessed with you, the softness of your lips, the taste he craves on a long, grueling mission. Perhaps that’s why he devours you when he comes back home, kissing you like his life depends on it, because it does. He suckles on your bottom lip like a newborn to its mother’s breast—you’re his life source and he’s drinking you up. You nourish him and don’t even realize it until he’s cradling the back of your head, pulling you in impossibly close.
Simon Riley refuses to pull away first, a low whine escaping his throat when you do part. You pant, desperate to catch your breath but all too willing to let him steal it again as his tongue slides into the gap of your mouth, running along your teeth. He’s uncaring of the sloppiness, immune to the feeling of slobber running down his chin. All that matters is you and every inch of that perfect mouth that tells him you’re his. No matter where his hands are initially, they’ll wind up beneath your shirt, trailing up your back and tracing mindless patterns on your soft skin. The skin that reminds him that there is a life worth living, even if you’re the only one that cares—and care, you do, in the way you suck his hungry tongue into your mouth, just as eager as he is.
Simon Riley, who was so afraid to love, finds it hard to adore you with anything less than his entire heart.
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marsalta · 1 month
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Someone’s a little sleepy
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alabasterpickles · 8 months
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Silly quick lil comic about Junior having a nightmare and dad being an excellent sport because I thought the idea would be cute
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faux-ecrivain · 5 months
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Yan Idol
(Third official post)
Yan idol who used to be your best friend, the two of you used to be so close, but then he was recruited into stardom and suddenly he spent less, and less time with you.
Yan idol who changes his entire personality, appearance and habits (on request of his manager), until you can’t recognize him. 
Yan idol who pushes you away in favor of his famous peers, he reschedules your hangouts and brushes you off.
Yan idol’s popularity grows and so does his ego, at first you two have simple arguments. (he didn’t do his half of the chores, he didn’t pick you up from work, those sort of things) Then he starts to berate you, insisting that he was never truly your friend and only hung out with you because of pity. 
Yan idol who regrets those words the moment he says them, trying to repair your friendship with faux apologies. But it doesn’t work, you kick him out of your house, you tell him that you never want to hear from him again. 
He relents, saying it doesn’t matter as he storms out of your house, and tries to avoid his luggage as you throw it onto the yard. The two of you have a shouting match, then he’s ushered away by his manager (who had heard of the commotion via paparazzi).
When he’s safely hidden away in the car tears begin to fall and the guilt he feels fully sets in, the days pass and he tries to reconnect with you. But you reject his calls, you blocked his number and you won’t answer any letter he sends you.
Eventually his manager has had enough and tells Yan Idol that he needs to move on, that if he doesn’t start to focus on his career then he’ll be let go.
Yan idol who relents, giving in to his manager’s demands and trying to forget you. (It’s difficult, everywhere he looks he’s reminded of you.)
Yan idol who, after many months have passed, has somewhat successfully put you out of his mind. (He’s made different friends, friends within his tax bracket)
However this all changes when he sees you at a meet and greet, you’ve come with some friends, you don’t seem happy to be here. But you’re here and everything he ever felt for you comes rushing back.
He smiles (brighter than he ever has) when you and your friends approach his booth, when you and your friends are standing in front of him and you look at him. It’s almost like you recognize him, but then you look away. (Why did you look away? Don’t you recognize him? Don’t you want to be with him again?)
He tries to get your attention, but you tell him you don’t want his autograph, that you’re only here for your friends. (You definitely recognize him, you just don’t want to admit it. He thinks you’re just scared, you’re worried that he’s still upset. But he isn’t, he just wants you back, that’s all.)
Yan idol who makes the impromptu decision to invite you and your friends over (to the manager’s chagrin). 
Yan idol who incapacitates your friends and then kidnaps you.
Yan idol who’s overjoyed to have you back in his arms, he holds you close and ignores your pleas of freedom. 
Yan idol who continues performing as though nothing changed (somehow he managed to avoid being charged for the incapacitation of your friends, and the police are encourage to ignore any reports of you missing)
Yan idol who continues to gain popularity with every concert he puts on, then when it’s over he comes home to you, and acts as though the two of you were married. (Despite how much you struggle and fight)
Yan idol who’s blissfully ignorant of your anger and frustration, who interprets your actions and attempts to escape as a way of expressing your betrayal towards him.
Yan idol who promises that he’ll never leave you again, that he’ll always be here for you.
(Not my best work, but not my worst work. Either way, enjoy this short fanfic and feel free to comment.)
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lover-suggest · 4 months
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he’s so cute i want to trap him in the labyrinth. or crucify him or something.
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ewwww-what · 1 month
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You are not a coward. You have a goddamn medical condition, alright?
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spineless-lobster · 2 days
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Hey so if you guys here any pained animalistic sobs and/or wails don’t mind that it’s only me thinking about the house of hades family portraits
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lucyllawless · 16 days
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arsoniiii · 1 month
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it’s us against the world.
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Arthur: I want to wake up to you every day for the rest of our lives.
Merlin: I wake up at sunrise.
Arthur: …
Arthur: I want to see you at a reasonable time every morning for the rest of our lives.
Merlin: I could always laze in bed till you wake up.
Arthur, knowing that will more than likely mean waking up to Merlin playing with his hair every morning: Perfect. Yes. Do that.
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tadokorochann · 2 months
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thinking about being Shouto’s girlfriend and slowly teaching him how to play video games in the UA dorms together during some downtime. Choosing something cute like Stardew Valley where you can play co-op. And asking him “hey, can we get married?” And for him to freeze for a second and then go “…I think we could. There are some technicalities to work out with my father and we may need to wait until our third year to get our license but we could definitely start our engagement and…” and he goes on and on about how he’d be happy to marry you but surprised you brought it up this soon, not that he minds because he loves you and is serious about you. Except he doesn’t realize you were talking about getting married in the game. Shouto took your words in their most literal sense, as he often does. So when you finally do correct him (after quite some time because he’s insistent on making sure he knows what kind of wedding decorations you’d like) he goes quiet, the tips of his ears turning completely red. But before he can begin to despair you give him a little kiss. Telling him that for now, you’d like to get married in the game, and focus on your relatively new relationship with him outside of it. But that, if he still feels the same way in a few years, you wouldn’t mind getting married in real life, too.
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mactavishsgfandwife · 3 months
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Precious - A Simon Riley HC
just silly fluff - two little hcs - i haven’t reread this
photo credits entirely to @ave661
oh heartless simon riley? oh, "shut up, bitch" simon riley?
what about tired, cuddly simon riley? what about overly touchy simon riley? what about simon riley who would definitely be one of those guys who acts tough, but the second he gets home to you nothing could pull him away from his favourite girl?
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on the bus home from work, his mask would be pulled down, the white skull-face mask stretching over his strong nose, and his blue eyes encircled by dark paint. headphones in, head down, unintentionally scaring the shit out of anyone who walks past.
you’d be a little intimidated to sit by him, with his shady mask and all-black, practical clothing that covers those broad shoulders and his tall stature. he’s a weapon of a man.
but when he was standing outside of your front door, and looking down to see your loving face staring right back up at him, not even that mask could hide his smile. his headphones were no longer in his ear and instead dangled a little out of his pockets. he needed to hear you, to give you all of his attention.
as soon as the door clicks shut behind him, he drops his bag, arms instantly reaching out to hold you, as if the action was built into him. as if you were second nature to him.
"hey, darling…" he grins, as you gently pull his mask up, amused to watch you try to sort out his messy hair. that short, light hair that’s been scruffed up under his mask all day.
"missed ya."
naturally, the same little grin stays on his face as he leans down to your level, aligning your lips to his with a gentleness that no one could else could ever have suspected and kisses you. strong arms hold you, pulling you in, so that his muscular back is practically shielding you. and yet, every movement is so gentle, treating you like the most precious thing in the world.
"d’ya miss me too, love?" he whispers, his breath close to your cheeks as he’s barely able to part his lips from you.
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i feel like, in the mornings, simon would not be helping you get up and start your day. in fact, he’d actively work against you, begging you to stay with him for just a ‘few more minutes’ (in other words, at least 2 more hours). or he’d bribe you, with promises of kisses, and your favourite food (which he definitely isn’t that great at cooking), and back rubs, and just about anything he can think of. i mean, this man cannot bear to let you leave him in the mornings.
sometimes, he’ll pull his body weight on top of you, acting like a very heavy weighted blanket. he’d lay his head on your chest, sneakily nuzzling his face into it, with his broad chest pinning you down at the stomach and his hands slowly stroking up and down your sides and your arms.
"simon…" you’d groan, "please, i have work…"
"zzz…" he’d make very exaggerated snoring noises, pretending to be asleep, with one eye fluttering open and closed to peek up at you. he’s not a very believable actor.
"alright, big guy, get off…"
"can’t, m’sleeping on you," he’d whisper, a little smirk forming on his face. oh, he thinks he’s so funny.
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thanks for the support lovelies :)
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bakubunny · 5 months
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a good girl, a better idea
pairing: bakugo katsuki & kirishima eijiro x f!reader
wc: 2.3k
a/n: thanks so much for 1k. to celebrate, you all asked for dilf!kiribaku x reader, submitted by @callm3senpaii.
tags: daddy!bkg; dilf!bkg; dilf!kiri; f!reader; daddy as title; age gaps (10-15 yrs); threesomes; too many pet names: princess, sweetheart, angel, baby, babygirl, babydoll, sweet girl, pretty girl, good girl; praise; spitroast; oral sex; face fucking; double penetration; anal sex; crying; creampies; unprotected sex; reader’s got a full bush
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Katsuki had you on his lap. He looked sharp as hell with a fitted black turtleneck you’d insisted on him wearing just for you and a silver streak in his hair. You sat on one leg while he had his arm around you, his other hand on your bare thigh; he insisted you’d sit with him because tonight was all about you and you deserved your “throne” as he put it.
To celebrate your biggest work promotion yet, Katsuki threw you a dinner party with a mixture of your close friends and his. Joy filled the air as everyone ate and drank their fill before sprawling into the living room where you all were now.
Throughout the night, one familiar pair of crimson eyes followed you along with Katsuki’s. Ones that spoke with him in hushed tones when you were across the room, but otherwise held his infectious smile that captivated those around him. It felt a little strange, the way he made your face and thighs so warm with a playful glance, but there was no denying the flush of your cheeks.
Eijiro may have been almost thirteen years older than you, but just like your older husband, he’d aged well. Katsuki aged more like fine wine while Eijiro had grown a little rougher around the edges, his body a little softer but just as bulky and strong as ever. His laugh lines and sunspots were far more prominent and his long, shaggy red hair - now pulled back neatly into a bun - suited him well.
Unsurprisingly, Katsuki only gripped your thigh a little tighter and rubbed the small of your back when he’d noticed Eijiro staring, when he saw your blush. Maybe it was the level of trust the two friends carried, but Eijiro was the only person whose lingering gaze was not met with possessiveness and jealousy. Sure, he didn’t do much about it now in his forties as a well-known hero - a mere glance from Katsuki was enough to make anyone back off of you - but that part of him never truly faded from when he was younger. The benefits still reaped themselves for you both, though; one unreturned, heated glance from a stranger often ended with Katsuki balls deep in your cunt as he pulled your hair, with groaning and possessive kisses as he told you who you belonged to over and over….
The night dwindled down. As was his nature, Eijiro offered to help clean up once everyone had left. Chairs were pushed in, tables wiped down, dishes washed, the list went on. But as the dishwasher ran, Katsuki trapped you against the kitchen counter. He lifted your chin, admiring your face as he stroked your cheek before leaning in. Eijiro ran the vacuum in the next room as he kissed you.
You tried to pull away with someone else still in the house, but Katsuki leaned in further and deepened the kiss, a hand traveling down over your body. He lifted you onto the counter and pushed his hips between your legs as your dress slid up. Lips trailed down your jaw to your ear, down the length of your neck, and you gasped.
“Babe, stop.”
Katsuki grunted and pulled himself closer to you. His lips formed a smirk against your skin as he continued kissing and nibbling, sucking at every well known sensitive place at the crook of your neck. Your fingers tightened around the soft undercut at the nape of his neck.
“Kats, seriously,” you said, fighting a whimper in your throat.
“‘S not what ya called me last night,” he quipped.
A smile pulled at your lips and you sighed, but didn’t give him the courtesy of a response. The vacuum turned off, and you heard Eijiro approach the kitchen. You caught his gaze trailing up your legs and body with a grin; Katsuki was either oblivious or flat out ignoring him as he approached the entryway, Eijiro’s eyes locked on yours. You pushed at Katsuki to no avail, his mouth now trailing to the other side of your neck.
“Katsuki, stop.” Your breath caught as he reached a tender spot and heat rushed to your core.
“Mmm nope. Dunno who that is,” he teased.
“Eijiro’s right there,” you said.
“Then use your damn manners and ask me nicely,” Katsuki said as he groped you, dress riding up to your ass.
Heat flooded your cheeks. You leaned into Katsuki’s ear. “Daddy, please stop,” you said quietly.
“I could, maybe…” he replied. Katsuki glanced at Eijiro whose smile only grew. “But I think I have a better idea.”
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Katsuki held you in his arms, kissing and sucking marks into the side of your neck, your legs spread wide as Eijiro’s lips trailed the inside of your thigh.
“Been thinkin’ about these soft thighs all night,” Eijiro said. His fingertips dug into your flesh as Katsuki’s hands wandered your stomach and chest, groping your tits.
Eijiro groaned when he reached your cunt and pushed his face into you, inhaling the scent of the soft, curled hair before his tongue licked a stripe through the slick want between your legs. You moaned and gripped his hair when he latched onto your clit, sucking and licking the swollen bud as your hips bucked into his mouth. He slipped two fingers into your folds and curled them as he started pumping, his tongue running over your clit as waves of pleasure fell on your body. Your head fell back onto Katsuki’s shoulder with a pant.
Katsuki’s lips brushed the shell of your ear. “That feel good, princess? You like it when daddy’s friend touches you?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” you whined.
“Good. You deserve it, pretty girl. Been workin’ hard. I’m so proud of you,” Katsuki said, playing with your nipples between his fingers. “Gonna take our cocks so well, I know it. Wanna see you cry and shake when we fuck you.”
His gruff voice rolled down your body and into your belly like warm honey as he continued praising you until your body trembled.
“That’s it, babydoll. Let yourself go. ‘M right here,” he said.
“Ah, fuck, gonna c-cum-” You moaned as your hips bucked and your toes curled, the perfect way Eijiro fingered your cunt pulling you over the edge.
Eijiro moaned in return as he carried you through. “Such a good girl,” he said.
“You ready to take my cock now?” Katsuki said.
Still hazy, you crawled out of his arms and onto your hands and knees on the bed. “Please.”
Katsuki got behind you with a grin.
“That’s my girl,” he said. He gave your ass a playful smack as he ran his long, thick cock along your still tender folds.
Eijiro kneeled in front of you, a mesmerizing sight as he stroked his dick, somehow having more girth than Katsuki though not as long. There was no way his cock was getting down your throat, but that wouldn’t keep you from trying.
Katsuki pushed into you from behind and you groaned. He held you by the hips as he fucked you with long, hard thrusts. A heavy pant left your lips and your knees felt weak. Your eyes rolled as Katsuki adjusted the pace, his thick length dragging along your sweet spot. He pulled up your hips, fucking you even deeper as his balls clapped against your clit, hitting a tender spot near your cervix with every thrust, shockwaves of sensation shooting over every millimeter of your skin.
Just when your head started to drift off in pleasure, Eijiro grabbed your chin, his fingers rough against your skin. He smirked down at you. “Stay with me, sweetheart.”
He slapped his heavy dick on your face, staring down at you with his gorgeous, cocky grin. It was enough to make you shudder and whimper.
“Please, Eiji? Can I suck your cock?”
“I‘ll do you one better,” he said. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours, and let me do the work.”
You cursed and held back a whine, the mere suggestion making you clench and flutter with need. With your tongue out and your eyes on his, Eijiro fed you his cock, already wet and leaking precum as you panted. He took you by the head and pushed his hips forward, tentative in thrusting at first as your spit made his length slick. Your body grew hot, the sound of your cunt getting wetter filling the room.
You pushed Eijiro off for a moment. “Just fuck my face, I can take it.”
His toothy grin grew. “Hah. You’re too damn cute.”
You opened your mouth again, but there was no gentleness when he grabbed you this time, fingers gripping your hair as he fucked your face, hitting the back of your throat over and over. Your eyes watered and rolled as he did, drool building up around your lips and pushing onto your chin. You could hardly breathe, let alone moan as Katsuki chuckled behind you. He felt you clenching hard around his cock as you got used like a ragdoll from both ends.
“You love this, don’t you, babygirl?” Katsuki said. “Love being used up and full of cock. C’mon, sweet baby, make a mess for me. I know you need to.”
Your body trembled and grew tense again as your back arched and you orgasmed, the intensity almost too much as they fucked you. You pushed Eijiro away again, gasping for air as you groaned, collapsing into the bed. Katsuki laid behind you and Eijiro took the same cue, laying in front of you as your head slowly stopped spinning, the heat of their bodies a comfort while you came down.
“Doin such a good job, angel,” Katsuki said as he kissed his way across your shoulder. You felt his still hard, wet cock brushing your ass.
“You really are. And you’re so gorgeous when you cum like that,” Eijiro added, stroking his own aching dick. “I bet you got at least one more in you, though.”
“Tch. I know you got another one in you. Isn’t that that right?” Katsuki asked.
A weak whine left your lips. “M-maybe, yeah.”
“Good. Cause I know I’m not done,” Eijiro said.
Eijiro pulled you onto his chest and lined himself up with your swollen cunt as you spread your legs around his hips. You cried out as he pushed in unexpectedly; even after Katsuki fucked a second orgasm out of you, Eijiro’s girth still stung a little. Your fingers dug hard into his shoulders as he bottomed out, a cold sweat building on your neck.
“F-fuck, you could at least tell me.”
“Why? I know you can take it,” he teased.
He slowly fucked you as your body adjusted, another tense whine falling from your lips. Eijiro pulled you in for a kiss, every part of him burning hot and overwhelming as you moaned into his mouth, the gentleness of it easing you to relax further. Katsuki grabbed your hand and kissed it as he stroked his dick. The bed shifted as Katsuki pulled lube from your nightstand and got behind you. His slick fingers massaged your ass.
You panicked for a moment. “Kats, no, ‘s too much, I can’t-”
Katsuki leaned down and kissed your neck as he hushed you. “Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. Gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”
He pushed two fingers into your tightly puckered hole, and you moaned as he gently stretched you out. Soon enough, you were grinding your ass into his hand, asking him for more as Eijiro fucked you.
“That’s my good girl. See? You’re doing just fine,” he said.
Katsuki pulled his hand from your ass and replaced it with the swollen, angry head of his dick. There was a collective groan as he pushed the head of his cock into your ass, sliding in slowly until his hips reached yours. Just the fullness of the two of them inside you, not moving, was enough to have your head spinning. Gently and without a word, Katsuki and Eijiro started fucking you, moans and panting bubbling out of you.
“Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck-” You tried to form some kind of coherent response and failed.
“Feels good, sweetheart?” Eijiro asked. He groaned as you tightened around his cock again, nodding dumbly.
“Good.” Katsuki kissed your head.
“H-harder, please, fuck me harder,” you said breathlessly.
A moan ripped from your chest as they did, skin slapping on skin becoming audible. Heat pricked the corners of your eyes and you sobbed, waves of pleasure overwhelming your body as another climax built. You could hardly think when Eijiro reached down and rubbed your clit, his rough fingertips rubbing gentle circles into your skin.
“That’s it, take it. Wanna see you cum on our cocks,” he said.
Tears spilled down your cheeks as Katsuki lost himself in the tightnesses of your ass as he fucked you. He groaned. “Your ass is gonna make me cum, fuck. You want daddy’s cum, baby?”
“Please, daddy, n-need your cum, need you both s-so bad, fill me, please,” you pleaded.
Eijiro fucked you harder still, and your body shook again. Your vision went white as you came a third time, shuddering pleasure crashing down over your body. Eijiro groaned as the hard clench of your cunt pushed him over the edge, his cock throbbing inside you as hot cum painted your insides. Katsuki wasn’t far behind with a heavy grunt and a few sharp thrusts, filling your ass with wet heat.
Katsuki all but collapsed on top of you and Eijiro, the three of you sweaty and spent. After showering and crawling back into bed, you woke up the next morning enveloped in the heat of two familiar bodies.
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peachsayshi · 6 months
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*sobbing into my palms*
thinking of dad!nanami consoling his toddler. his baby girl on his lap, her cheeks so red and she’s sniffling while rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands. nanami kisses her forehead, continues to ask her what’s wrong, continues to soothe her worries away with lovely words…but she can’t speak yet so she babbles out her responses while he brushes the locks of her soft hair away from her face. he hums and nods his head, knuckles wiping away the tears as he cradles her for a hug, and you’re the only one who picked up on the fact that the reason why he can calm her down is because the sound of his deep voice comforts her and assures her that she’s safe when he’s around 😞😞😞😞😞😞
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