Preciousness

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

a scene from my fic... i just love the idea of him turning soft <3

happy birthday 🩵

i love you. i miss you. 5️⃣🩵

ryomen sukuna drabble ᝰ.ᐟ ˖ ˚⋆🎀

╰┈➤ sukuna! x reader! ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; sukuna being the best girl dad ever.

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, sukuna's baby being a total daddy's girl <3 ˊˎ

"You brat."

Your daughter just coos, chewing further on one of Sukuna's most prized robes with a joyful smile - her small, chubby hands gripping the cloth as she slobbers her spit all over the expensive fabric

You giggle, watching as Sukuna sends the little girl a death glare that makes her hysterical - wheezing with laughter as her little red eyes light up at her father's angry face. She seemed to be finding the situation very amusing

"She's just a baby. A clueless one." You say, running your fingers through the girl's unruly pink hair as she coos at your touch - finally dropping the robe as she attempts to crawl into your lap

Sukuna hooks a finger onto the robe, holding it up in disgust as he stares at the dirtied fabric - mortified. Muttering on about how she knows exactly what she's doing.

Your laughter catches his attention as he watched you cradle the thing - his daughter, with a motherly tenderness that has him tossing the robe aside with an annoyed sigh

He stands by quietly, waiting for you to loosen your hold on the girl. Once you do, he pounces - grabbing the baby from your arms before you can even blink and immediately tipping her upside down as he holds onto her leg - obviously trying to scare the poor baby as he sends the little girl a menacing laugh

"What - Hey! Put my baby down!" You argue, taken by surprise by Sukuna's immeasurable speed as amusement dances in his eyes when he watches your baby reach for you - her small arms flailing around helplessly as Sukuna rolls his eyes

"Our baby. It's my kid, it can handle being held upside down for a - Hey! Why's she laughing?" He snaps, looking down at her with genuine confusion as the upside down girl bursts into a fit of giggles

You smile, tickling her tummy as she begins laughing more - the sweet sound music to your ears as you smile

"My baby is so brave." You squeal as Sukuna mumbles something about your daughter taking after your fearless nature

"Does she not know the King of Curses is trying to scare her? I believe that should be more than enough for the little brat to stop laughing." He grumbles as he finally releases her, watching as she turns towards him with a toothless grin

"I hate babies." He adds, as if trying to justify his actions when he presses a brief kiss onto the baby's chubby cheek that has her snuggling into Sukuna's chest - babbling on about something as he lays down beside you

"She loves you more than me." You pout, watching as she traces the black ink on Sukuna's skin with a childish fascination

"Please. She's such a pain to deal with when you're not around." He huffs. But he stops talking once your baby finally decides to quiet down, her fluttering lashes beginning to close as her chatter slows to a stop. Her small hand closed around Sukuna's finger as she falls asleep on his chest.

It was quiet for a few moments - the two of you having hearts for eyes as you watch your sweet baby girl sleep. Well, until Sukuna decides to ruin the silence

"Wait - how the hell do we get her off my chest without waking her up?" Sukuna suddenly whispers, scowling when you let out a silent laugh and snuggle closer to him - the moonlight from the night outside streaming into the room as you let a content sigh leave your lips

"Guess you're stuck like this, Suk's." You mumble into his skin, smiling as he wraps an arm around your baby to keep her secure on his chest while she sleeps, his eyes narrowing towards you when you press a kiss onto your baby's hand

"The little brat trapped me here." He groans, his voice holding nothing but annoyance as he spoke. His touch however, held nothing but love as he cradled both you and your daughter close to his chest, protective arms wrapped around both of you as sleep eventually took over your tired form.

He stayed awake a little while after you fell asleep, soaking in the unfamiliar feeling of inner peace he felt. He hated how vulnerable the two of you made him, and how the mere thought of something happening to his small family had him subconsciously tightening his arms around the both of you.

But the reassuring rise and fall of your chest, and your baby's little hand grasping onto his finger had him pulling you all the more closer, a silent promise being made inside his heart as he vowed to protect and sheild you two forever.

He finally closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall asleep in you and your little girl's embrace.

😭😭😭

Levi will never admit that he has trouble sleeping without you.

Before meeting you he got by on dreamless sleep for the most part, but as a retired survey corps captain he had his fair share of nightmares. He too is a person after all.

Now, he enjoys being cuddled up against you as he takes in deep breaths of your shampoo and lotion that you love to use. He always holds you tight too, because he's afraid to lose you, the love of his life.

It brings him comfort hearing your even breaths, and even your sleep mumbling. He could spend hours watching you sleep.

So when you leave for a work related trip, he doesn't know what to do.

He'll drink multiple cups of caffeinated tea, sitting on a bar stool without a thought in mind.

Ideally, he's waiting for you to get back home but you won't be back for another two days.

So he didn't even attempt to sleep. Your husband stayed awake for three days in a row.

When you open the door to see his pale skin, even more pale and fair than usual you drop all your bags and run over to him.

"Levi? You okay? You look dead." There are dark circles under his eyes and he collapses into your arms.

Before you can get another question out you hear small snores coming from him.

It all clicks into place. He hadn't slept at all since you left.

"I'm here now. Rest, my love." You whisper upon deaf ears.

Oh the Deadpool tag is trending? I wonder why—

… oh

aww

Ultraman holding Emi's little hand and she squeezed it when they fixed her arm 😭

how adorable.

when the world sleeps | the intimacy

Astarion Ancunin x Reader

Summary: Small tales of private and precious moments shared with Astarion, when the world still sleeps.

Today's tale: Astarion spends his first night with you after confessing his real feelings.

A/N: A collection of little stories that will be released sporadically, in no particular order. A place for me to store all the sweet little ideas that lurk in my mind about this darling pale elf. Feel free to send requests for any moments you'd like to see. <3

Masterlist

It felt like burning, the addictive kind of burn. Your hands on his skin, fingertips tracing delicate patterns, one thumb pressing against his lower lip right before you leaned down to kiss him all sweet and warm.

His hands held your hips in turn, keeping you as close as humanly possible; guiding your movements even if he was as lost in you as you were on him.

A low groan escaped Astarion when your nails gently scratched the nape of his neck and you leaned in further to brush your lips just under his ear. He nuzzled against your neck, breathing in deeply even if he didn't need to; as though he found his pleasure simply by touching your skin and feeling your perfume, like that alone was enough to send him freefalling into bliss.

It was the first night you'd spent together after Astarion confessed the truthfulness of his feelings for you. And you had asked, again and again, if it was something he truly wanted, gentle words whispered in between desperate kisses. And again and again, he'd promised, pleaded even, that there was nothing he desired more.

You loved on him in that way only you were capable of. Slow, reverently, soft. Bringing with you only tenderness and care. Even in the most sensual of moments, when he was deep within you and his name was nothing but a breathy moan past your lips, never once did you look at him as if he was nothing but an object for pleasure; never once did you fail to caress his body as if he was a part of your very soul.

The usual feelings of loathing and disgust that plagued his mind during moments like these were nowhere to be seen. And now that Astarion thinks of it, they were never a thing with you anyway.

You'd always been gentle with him. Part of him wonders if somehow you knew, even before he ever told you. Maybe your soul did, maybe you were never strangers. Maybe your hands were the ones meant to hold his heart all along.

As they do now.

It still felt new, foreign; that you'd bask in his company after both your bodies were spent and sated, that simply being by his side sometimes seemed to fulfill you more than sex ever could.

Astarion held your hand as you two lay quietly, fingers tangling with yours, and he shivered with the thought. With the feeling of being loved at last.

The hours went deep into the night already, with the only sound being the heavy raindrops hitting the windows of Elfsong Tavern. It certainly was a nice change of pace to have a roof over your heads and private rooms after camping in the wild for so long.

It was dark, the sky outside adorned heavy clouds and no moonlight in sight, yet Astarion could see the outlines of your profile almost perfectly. You lay on your side, facing him as your hand rested atop his chest; he ran his thumb over the skin, feeling his lips twitch with the many words tangled in his throat that he still wished to tell you.

For someone who prided himself on having a silver tongue, he was left rather speechless by the mere weight of your gaze.

You deserved more, he couldn't help but think. More than the broken shell of a man that was him. When would you realize that?

Astarion dreaded the thought. He'd grown so very attached.

A feather-light kiss landed on his shoulder then, bringing his mind back to the precious moment before it could spiral into something unpleasant. Your lips brushed the bare skin there in a loving touch, your hand on his chest tightening its hold.

Astarion complied gladly with a sound falling past his lips that resembled a cat purring. He turned around so his back would face you, still holding onto your hand and keeping it close to his heart, quietly asking that you'd never let him go.

You, in turn, nuzzled closer, hugging him even tighter and peppering small pecks across his shoulders and the nape of his neck.

With each press of your lips, a shiver ran up and down Astarion's back; his grip on your hand increased just slightly as he brought it to his lips, returning the favor on each of your knuckles.

The night has a strange way of bringing out the most raw of feelings. Astarion felt it in the way he lay bare before you, body and soul, with his eyes pooling with tears because he couldn't remember the last time someone touched him with such kindness and care.

When your lips ghosted over the top of his scars on his back, he tensed. It was muscle memory to expect pain. But it never came. The kiss you pressed over the marks was longer, it lingered like the smell of fresh rain coming from outside; a promise, a confession perhaps. Astarion felt it in his heart, and a single tear fell past the bridge of his nose and landed on the pillow.

There was a beat of silence, and the elf couldn't hold himself back anymore. Because you were so close and yet not close enough. He turned around quite hastily, eliciting a soft surprised gasp from you before both his arms closed around your waist and pulled you in.

He buried his nose on your neck, curling himself around you like a cat would. If you asked about it in the morning, he'd deny, say you were delusional or dreaming of him again. But right now, pride be damned.

A shaky exhale stumbled past his mouth, eyes pressed close as he committed to memory how it felt to have his soul this tangled with yours.

You were quiet. And Astarion worried his lonely heart had made him for a fool.

But then your fingers steadily buried in between his unruly strands of hair, your lips finding his temple. So much was said, and not a single word was spoken.

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yes baby, pls become real 😩

LOVE, GIVE ME YOUR HAND

cont. gojo x reader, fluff. pda pda pda. mentions of love and sweetheart. established relationship!au, they’re on a train. he asked for her hand (literally or in marriage?). intentional lowercase.

a/n. i was screaming the entire time i wrote this. ahhhhhh

amidst the bustling crowd on the crowded train to kyoto, you and gojo found yourselves standing side by side, the hum of conversations and the rhythmic sway of the train creating a soothing atmosphere.

his fingers lightly brushed against your waist, pulling you even closer to him amidst the press of the crowd. gojo, listening to music with one of his earbuds, turned to you, his sapphire blue eyes glowing with a beautiful intensity. he flashed a mischievous grin, his hand slipping down to find yours.

“love," he whispered, his voice a low, inviting murmur, "can you give me your hand?"

confused, you extended your right hand to him, the back of your hand facing upwards. as he held your hand, his thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, his touch sending tingles up your arm.

a frown was evident on your face as you tried to depict his next moves, but you gave no extra thought to his question, thinking it was just one of his other shenanigans.

but gojo's other hand gently cupped your chin, tilting it upwards.

your eyes widen in surprise as his face inched closer, and before you can fully comprehend what's happening, his lips met yours in a tender, unexpected kiss. his lips were warm and tender, pressing against yours with a delicate urgency.

the world around you seems to fade away, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the sweetness of the stolen kiss. when he finally pulls away, you're left breathless and bewildered.

“um? didn't you ask for my hand?" you stammered, your face flushed with a pleasant surprise.

“oh, i will, sweetheart,” he whispered by your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, his fingers tracing light patterns on your skin, his eyes glistening with love as he looked into your very own.

“soon, my love.”

gojo become real pls

🩵🩵🩵

五条先生rkgk

「元気出してよ」

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