#we need fluff

Human*Holding your alien spouse who is no taller than your knees, inside and shows them the inside of your fridge as a start*...

Cybertronian/MCB*Is just vibing*...

Human*Now shows them the inside of your oven*You break something, imma put you inside here and turn it up...

Cybertronian/MCB:(⊙ _ ⊙ )!!!

You proceed to show him all the places, sure he had almost blown a casket seeing his size but noww he realizes he can be inside his tiny human spouse home and...honestly they like it, their pet, if you have a cat or dog they can now give it a full servo tummy pats and they LOVE it...having perfect lap size for the pet to curl up on is ...much harder to move now, like he thought YOU falling asleep on their lap was hard how the FRAG is he gonna move the furbaby!?-

And let's not even talk about showers/baths, if you have a tub...holy FRAG is it the dream

You naked and putting them on your lap as you put a bubbles on, your arms around their waist, gluing them to your chest and lap as you attack them in kisses and nuzzles and everything smells so nice...

Now they are in your bed with all the pillows and soft blankets, your arms still around them, watching your new favorite show from the comfort of your bedroom. In this size, your features are more visible, like your nose or brow wrinkles when you smile, cringe, or laugh at the screen, your eyes are so fascinating...oh, you're turning the show off and lying down with them on top of you, usually when it's the opposite

Cybertronian/MCB*Starring at the ceiling as your chest rises up and down, listening to your heart beat, the blankets cocooning you and him, your scent enveloping him along with the sheet softener*This is the greatest feeling in the world...I am in an oasis of comfort and warmth...I'm so happy...

TBH, I may be experiencing the HORRORS of period cramps, imagine cleaning your living room, trying to be productive before work, only to then bend backwards and feel Mother Nature fuel the entire block period cramps into you...I may be miserable, but I still gotta make myself laugh by making you laugh-

Also, I would put them in the oven if my airfryer, or tv...I put them inside, no matter who it was

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Yeah that’s pretty much what ends up happening, I imagine that Arranged Marriage! Reader is very much into the party scene, a socialite. Active in her community and all that jazz. So naturally you come home, drunk as fuck and you see Franco in the midst.

And you just decide that he’s the sweetest, handsomest and radiant human to ever grace the planet. Franco turns to look at who walked through the door before you just beeline towards him and aggressively smooch his stupid face. He’s caught off guard, probably stumbles and lands flat on his ass as you start kissing him aggressively.

Drunkenly cooing and baby talking him as f/c lipstick stains his face and neck. At first Franco was about to yell at you before he was like “nvm you make baby happy.” You nuzzle his cheek and just sorta snuggle on the floor, starting to slur about how your feet hurt from your heels, you missed Franco and you wanna eat his face. (Affectionate)

First image is me after finally getting the fluff from that prompt

the second is Anti v i b r a t i n g from monster

And The third is Anti in a pink dress bein angy

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I love all of this XD

When Aya starts to talk, the closest she can get to pronouncing Dazai’s name is “DaDa,” and she says it whenever she wants anything. And in the muted light of early morning, Dazai wakes to his daughter babbling his name right in his ear, her tiny wet fingers already transferring a hank of his hair into her mouth.

All in all, not the most unpleasant way to wake up.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Dazai whispers, mindful of Chuuya sleeping next to him.

Aya twinkles like a lightning bug when she sees that he’s awake; her small round face splits into a grin, displaying a set of widely spaced white teeth. She starts up a new stream of babbling, one that Dazai can barely keep up with, but he nods and smiles as he tugs his hair out of his daughter’s sticky hands, because he knows how much she loves their little “talks”.

Chuuya stirs, but does not wake. Dazai scoops Aya up into his arms, and exchanges a smile with her. “Let’s get you some breakfast before you wake Papa up, okay?”

“Abwawa.”

“You wanna make breakfast for Papa? All I know how to make is cereal, and your Papa’s sick of that.”

“Ubwa.”

“Papa likes coffee. You can drink milk. Or you can eat a banana. You like those, don’t you Aya?”

“Da.”

“Oh, you ate bananas yesterday? Then how does applesauce sound? I won’t tell Papa you ate it if you don’t tell him that I hid his hat.”

“Awha.”

“Okay, you have a deal. Let’s start breakfast, sunshine.”

They clatter down the stairs, Aya’s coos sounding happy and musical. Chuuya watches them go, his hair mussed, a sleepy smile lighting up his face, drunk on a sudden love for his family.