Synopsis: Three Tsukasa drabbles of tooth-rotting fluff, hence thrice beloved.
Contains: Cherry blossoms, kissing, fluff, feeding, jealousy(Tsukasa), Mokke, Mokke abuse, Mitsuba is implied to be dating someone, Tsukasa bothering Mitsuba, desserts etc.
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BLOSSOMING LOVE
"The cherry blossoms are so pretty, aren't they Tsukasa?" you asked him, though you already knew the answer. They were gorgeous, and it made you ecstatic that you could spend such a beautiful moment with Tsukasa.
"Yeah!" Tsukasa agreed cheerfully, lying down in a bed of the petals. He waved around his limbs energetically, like he was trying to create snow angels in the leaves, and suddenly a flower petal fell directly on his mouth. You giggled, and leaned over closer to his face to pluck it off, before softly locking your lips with his, an affection he eagerly returned.
DESIRABLE ATTENTION
"Aww, you're so cute and squishy!" you gushed as you cuddled onto a Mokke, that obviously wasn't complaining about the love it was being showered with. But you know who was complaining? Tsukasa.
He was just silently staring at the sight with his pitch black eyes, which you sometimes joked that looked like boba pearls. He didn't like the idea of you spoiling anyone but him.
He rushed towards you and snatched the Mokke from your grasp, before viciously throwing it away — as it squealed in horror — like it was a parasite.
"Wha- Tsukasa!? It was so cute!" you whined exasperatedly.
SWEET DESSERTS
"Say 'ahh' !" you said to Tsukasa, as you prepared to feed him cake. You were both in the Broadcasting Club room, and he was sitting on your lap with his arms wrapped around your neck, waiting to be fed. He happily ate up the dessert as you giggled, while Mitsuba stared in confusion.
"Why're you feeding him? Can't he eat by himself?" he asked.
"It's a show of affection, you feed your loved ones to express love!" you explained to him.
"Of course you wouldn’t get that Mitsuba, you're single." Tsukasa piped in.
how do you think euro, faust, and pelle differ (and relate)when it comes to cuddling and showing affection for their partner?
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A/N: Oohh, I like it.
I think that the boys would each have very different affection styles and mannerisms when it comes to displays of affection and cuddling.
I don't think that Pelle actually enjoys cuddling all that much. Being that physically close to another person is overwhelming for him, and makes him hyperaware of every little thing, like the feeling of your sleeve touching his bare arm, and how the fabric is a little scratchy, but he doesn't want to move because you look so comfy and the last thing he wants to do is upset you, so he'll sit there and fixate on it until you realise just how stiff and uncomfortable he is and give him a little bit of space.
He's more of a hand holder.
The closest thing to cuddling that he enjoys is when you're both lying on your sides, just close enough that your knees brush up against each other. Your hands would be intertwined, resting on the mattress between you while you stared at each other in the moonlight or early morning sunbeams streaming through the windows, just as the sun is creeping over the horizon. Eye contact and hand holding feel more intimate to him than cuddling ever could.
That being said, Pelle would absolutely enjoy hugging and nuzzling the side of your neck with his nose at random times, scrunching it up cutely when strands of your hair tickle his face. I also think that pressing your foreheads together and staring into each other's souls would be a favorite pastime of his. He could sit there for hours, trying to read your thoughts and just enjoy being close to you.
I also think that he would bring you little gifts all the time. If he saw anything that reminded him of you, he'd scoop it up, shove it in his pocket, and just set it down in front of you the next time he saw you, immediately looking away. You'd have a collection full of little bones and rocks that matched the colour of your eyes that you cherished greatly.
He'd draw things for you, too. All the time.
Pelle would hold your hand and kiss you no matter where you are or who's watching. It makes no difference to him whether or not there are other people around. All he cares about is feeling that connection with you and he couldn't give less of a shit if the boys made fun of him for it.
Unlike Pelle, Øystein would want to be touching in some way 24/7.
When you're alone and nobody is watching, he can be so soft and cuddly. The second you crawl into bed, you're being pulled into his chest, and he'll hold you in those big, strong arms of his while pressing his lips to the crown of your head.
You're sitting on the couch? He's got you in his lap before you can blink.
Trying to cook? He's wrapped around you, hugging you from behind and kissing the side of your neck sweetly, then not so sweetly when he starts to get himself worked up...
Good luck getting out of your bed in the morning, because that man will cling to you in his half-asleep state, groaning and burying his face in your hair, trying to convince you to just stay in bed for a little longer.
Øystein would never call it cuddling or admit to enjoying it if anyone, even you, asked. He'd get all pouty and embarrassed about it, grumbling 'What? I can't just hold my girlfriend? We're not cuddling. Don't say that.'
When there are other people around and he feels like he has to play the part of Euronymous, he'd be more grabby and possessive so that everyone knows that you're there with him.
He wouldn't hold your hand. He'd prefer to keep an arm draped over your shoulders or his hand in your back pocket while you walk. There would be a lot of grabbing you by the belt loops and pulling you down to sit in his lap at bars or in the basement at Helvete. He'll sloppily make out with you and keep a hand on your ass or thigh at all times.
I think that Faust would be somewhere in the middle of the other two.
He would be very gentle with you when it comes to affection. This man would hold your hand all day, every day, and wouldn't want to let go for anything, but gets a little shy about being overly affectionate and soft around his friends, especially the ones he looks up to, like Euronymous. Don't get me wrong, he'll still hold your hand. He'll just clam up a little if anyone points it out, and his cheeks will warm into a rosy blush.
This does not in any way stop him from lifting you up to sit on the counter at Helvete and making out with you all the time. When he's kissing you, it doesn't matter who's watching or if they're making comments. He can't hear them anyway. Can't focus on anything but the feeling of your lips against his.
When Faust hugs you, it's a full-on, arms wrapped all the way around you, clutching you to his chest while his chin rests on the top of your head so he can smell your shampoo, type of hug.
I think he's got a thing for smelling your hair. He'd constantly have his face buried in it, not only when you're hugging, but when you're sleeping or cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, too. It's almost compulsive. He'd get all embarrassed about it if you asked him what he was doing or if he'd really just sniffed your hair? You'd never be angry or annoyed, always smirking and poking fun at him for his strange fixation.
Faust would love cuddling. His favorite place in the entire world is to be cuddled up in bed or on the couch with you, watching his obscure horror films while taking breaks every so often to rub up on you and lazily make out.
One thing that I think all our boys have in common is that they all get so incredibly clingy and cuddly after sex. Even Pelle will wrap himself around you and not want to get up for anything.
They'll follow you around if the two of you can't stay in bed until you fall asleep, and be hanging off of you the entire time, being grabby and overly affectionate.
In their own ways, they're all completely whipped and mushy.
Tommy halted his tickle attack. "Ready to get up now?"
"I hate you," Buck said with a pout.
Tommy placed his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. "You do, huh? Well then, you won't mind if I meet with the caterers on my own?" He began walking towards the door. "I hope I don't forget the clipboards."
"You wouldn't dare, Kinard," Buck said, pushing himself up on his elbows.
"Well, without my thorough, organized, sexy fiancé, who's to say?" Tommy teased. "Maybe we don't even want a plated dinner. Maybe I'll tell them we want a buffet."
"Alright, alright, I'm up, I'm up!" Buck scrambled out of bed, fully awake now.
@typicalopposite ❤️ I told her last night that I would have gone fluffy with that prompt 🤣
Prompt: "Trying to figure out the baby's gender by analyzing their symptoms with old wives' tales"
Characters: Fawn/Newt/Hassan, in a poly marriage. ((Newt & Hassan both belong to @mittysins))
Context: Fawn is the leader of an outlaw gang, and just so happens to be the only woman among them.
((This drabble is a prequel to "The Outlaw's Labor". Just a bit of short expectant family fluff.))
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"It's a girl!" Newt announced.
Fawn quirked her eyebrow. "No, it ain't. Back 'n forth is a boy."
"It isn't going back and forth, it's going in a circle," Newt insisted.
"Doesn't a circle mean it's a boy?" Hassan piped up.
The three spouses sat in the shade of an overhang, their horses grazing on the banks of the river a few steps away. Fawn reclined against on old fallen tree, her arms resting behind her head. Hassan sat on the trunk beside her, and Newt was kneeling between them. Dangling from Newt's hand was one of his bootstraps, the end of which was tied to one of Hassan's golden rings.
All three were watching the ring dangle above the large swell of Fawn's belly, where their soon-to-be born child was resting. The trio had decided to try the old wives' tale after Hassan offhandedly brought it up. They wouldn't have much longer to wait to find out the sex of their baby . . . but there was no harm in taking bets.
"Wait, does a circle mean it's a boy?" Newt asked, looking over at his husband.
"Well, you're movin' so it don't mean jack shit," Fawn sighed. "'Ya gotta hold it still."
"Try it again," Hassan said.
Newt held the string still in his other hand, and then let it go. All three parents squinted as they watched the ring dangle.
"Boy," Hassan said with a nod.
"It's goin' in a circle," Fawn said, "so now it's sayin' 'girl'."
"But a circle means 'boy', right?" Newt asked.
"Yes."
"No! It don't!" Fawn cried, sitting up against the trunk. "Circle means 'girl', but it was sayin' 'boy' a second ago."
"How accurate is this, anyway?" Newt asked, holding the ring up to his eye.
"My mother swears by it," Hassan said with a shrug.
"The ring can't make up its damn mind," Fawn said, adjusting her belt so it stopped cutting into the underside of her belly.
Newt pressed his lips together, looking between his husband and his wife. "Maybe . . . it's twins?" he peeped.
Pairings: Loki x reader, reader x avengers (platonic)
Authors Note: I have no idea where this came from but it's here so ... Enjoy!
Word Count: 929
"Where is Y/n?" asks Steve, wandering into the library room.
"Not sure. Maybe check the gym?" suggests Nat.
"Good idea, I just came from the garage where Tony's working on something and she's not there. I'll go check the gym now, thanks Tash."
"Mhm," mumbles the ginger in reply, already buried back into her novel.
"Hey Sam! Buck! Either of you seen Y/n in the last twenty?"
"Nah man, last I saw her was breakfast." responds Bucky.
"I saw her about forty minutes ago now, she was arguing with Loki. Surprise, surprise. You might want to go talk to him," offers Sam, taking a gulp of his water.
"Good idea. Thanks Sam!"
"No problem man!"
Steve makes his way through the compound searching through the common spots where Loki hangs out a lot. He finds him in the kitchen, making a mug cake. "Hey Loki, have you seen Y/n by chance?"
"Yes I have, Steven. If you look directly to your left, you will as well." points out the god of mischief, putting the mug into the microwave.
Steve looks to where Loki stated, and there you sit. On top of the refrigerator. Hands and feet bound, with a gag in your mouth keeping you from making much noise. "Loki, why is Y/n tied up, gagged and on top of the fridge?" asks Steve as you make small grabby hands in the direction of the blond.
"She was bratting, as per usual. I got the idea of sitting her atop the refrigerator from the internet. But seeing as I know that if I put her up there without any bindings she would simply jump off. Hence why she is bound. She is in timeout." Explains the god, smirking as he does so. The microwave beeps and Loki retrieves his delicacy.
"O-kay then. That still doesn't explain as to why she is gagged though,"
"I gagged her because she was whining and whimpering quite noisily. Darling he is not going to take you out from your timeout, you still have ten minutes left. Do I need to add another five? As I was saying, she was being overly whiny. And her whines attract unneeded-" Loki is cut off by you smacking your ankles on the cupboards beside you and crying loudly against the gag in your mouth. "For that, I am adding another ten minutes up there and five swats, darling. Are you sure you want to be fussing around?" Loki states, making you tear up a little.
"Reindeer games, why is Y/n on my fridge?" asks Stark, coming into the kitchen and grabbing and apple.
"Timeout." responds Loki simply. Tony shrugs, biting into his Granny Smith as he walks away. Turning back to Steve, Loki continues. "As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted, her whines attract unneeded attention. Which is exactly what she wants when she is bratty. Hence the gag. Now, was there a particular reason you were searching for her, Steven?"
"Yes, there is. Her court ordered therapist phoned to say that Y/n has skipped the last three of their mandatory meetings. And that if she misses the next one Y/n will have to be placed under arrest and brought to the clinic through force." You cry out through the gag again as Loki shakes his head.
"Well then. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. She will be dealt with. What punishment fits the crime the best, in your opinion Captain?"
"I think that the denial of four orgasms should teach her a lesson."
"I like the way you think, Rogers. That sounds perfect."
~An hour and a half later~
"Stevie?" you whine, limping into the library room. You are only dressed in a baggy shirt and men's underwear.
Steve and Nat both look up from their respective books and coo sympathetically at you. "Hey Y/n, you alright button?" asks Steve, draping his book over the arm of the sofa. You shake your head, rubbing at your wrists, where the rope dents remain. "Oh, button. Come sit honey." You shuffle over and sit slowly on the cushion before whining at the discomfort.
"Nope, hold her up Steve, I'll stick a pillow underneath her." says Nat, lurching from her spot to go retrieve the thick throw pillow she tossed across the room earlier. As she returns with the pillow in hand, Steve carefully lifts you off the couch, ensuring not to as much as brush your 'goods'. Nat places the throw pillow underneath Steve's hands and helps him lower you back down.
"Did he at least give you one before he cleaned you up, button?" You nod. "It was good, huh?"
"So good. Always feels so good." you mumble, leaning into the man beside you. You snuggle your face under his chin and doze off as he picks his book back up.
A few minutes later Nat speaks up. "So, where did you find her?"
"Fridge jail, in timeout." Steve snickers as he say the words 'fridge jail'.
"Wait, fridge jail? Like all those fake ass videos on social media?" Nat giggles.
"Yep, just like those. But for real. Loki had her bound and gagged so she couldn't cry for forgiveness as she does or jump down. It wasn't bad planning. Maybe I'll use it on somebody else in this room who gets bratty sometimes." Steve side-eyes the woman on the opposite end of the couch.
"You wouldn't dare," Nat's face drops and she crosses her arms.
Soulmates reincarnate in an endless cycle... Sometimes they remember little bits about one another from their last lives. Sometimes those little bits don't always hold true in their present lives.
Mercury just wishes Jaune would stop buying him flowers since he's allergic.
Mercury walked down the Beacon halls, headphones tightly in his ears as he tried to run from the thoughts that kept popping up in his mind. The newest thought: Jaune. It had been weeks since he last slept well, bits and pieces of what he could only describe as past lives kept popping up in his thoughts ever since he saw the boy in class. And to make things worse, Jaune seemed to recognize him. Which brought up his next problem he wished he could run from.
“Mercury! Wait up!” Jaune yelled through the halls and ran up to catch up to Mercury. “I was hoping we could walk to class today!”
Mercury slowly pulled a single earbud out of his ears and sighed as he held back a sneeze. “Please tell me you didnt bring me flowers again.”
“W-what? N-no! Of course not!” Jaune lied as he quickly dumped the flowers he held behind his back into the trash. “What makes you think that?”
“Because I’m allergic to them and do everything I can to stay away from them.”
“R-right, of course. I knew that.”
Mercury rolled his eyes, but kept walking with Jaune. His fingers gently tapped against his leg as he looked for the rest of his team to find an out. “So… you… wanted to walk to class?”
Jaune nodded and smiled a bit. “I figured that since we have a couple classes together, we might as well be together when we can. And… you know… maybe we can get to know each other on the way?”
“I think I’ll pass today.” Relief washed over Mercury as he spotted Emerald. “B-besides, I told Emerald I’d walk with her today.”
“Oh… tomorrow then?”
“We’ll see.” Mercury smiled a bit as he made his way to Emerald. “Hey, Em! I’m here to walk you to class like I promised.”
“You didnt promise-” She cut her sentence short as she felt a jab in her side from Mercury and then saw him motion to Jaune. “R-right, now I remember. Yeah, you did promise that. But… you can stay with your boyfriend-”
“Nope!” Mercury quickly grabbed Emerald’s hand and started to pull her to class, his tone turning into a harsh whisper. “I’m not spending another minute with him.”
“Why not? The two of you are cute.”
“Because the last thing I need is to get distracted. Besides, isnt that the same reason you avoid Ruby?”
6. “Your hands are so soft and tiny” with G pretty please >w< (fun fact: I have both small hands aNd small feet TWT and I’ll get suuppper embarrassed about it TWT (but secretly sorta maybe appreciate the attention TwT))
"You're staring at me again," you said to G.
"What?" He tore his gaze away from your hands and looked at you in honest surprise.
"You're staring again," you repeated. "What's so great about my hands that you're staring at them?"
To your surprise, G's cheekbones flushed yellow. "They're just...smol," he said sheepishly. "Smol and soft and cute. I, um, I like 'em."
It was your turn to blush. "Seriously?"
"Yeah...They're just...they feel nice and they're good to hold. My whole hand can cover yours. Look." He gently spread your hand out and then covered it with his. You could see your hand through the hole in his palm. He grinned at you. "See? Smol and cute."
You were pretty sure all the blood in your body had rushed to your head. "Stop..." you muttered.
"Stop what?" G's blush was all gone, replaced by the teasing grin you knew so well. "Stop tellin' you you're cute? Stop talking about how soft and warm and smol your hands are? Not a chance. Now I know it gets you all flushed like this, I'm gonna keep tellin' you as much as I can."
"G..."
He picked up your hand and raised it to his teeth, pressing them against your fingertips, your knuckles, your palm. His magic tingled all over your hand. "You've got the best hands," he murmured. "I love them. I love every part of you."
Overwhelmed, you pulled your hand out of his and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your burning face in his shoulder. "I love you too," you said softly.
