#'boop me harder daddy'

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oh yeah I forgot that april 1st on tumblr is when ppl post like it's 2012 again

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boop me harder 😩😩😩😩😩

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White Rabbit (Remastered)

Another story from before my Great Purge, this one featuring the wonderful work of @babyfluffybutt. Be sure to follow and support her awesome content!

Allie looked up in her egg hunt attire Card-suits and checkers adorning her frock, A bow in her hair and a thick-crinkled bottom, And bunny-ears hanging she swore she'd heard talk. 

Daddy spoke up, "Remember the rules now, "Five in the basket, and I'll give you a change." Allie first smiled as she tried to acknowledge, But as brain worked to process, well, something felt strange. 

“The tapes that you gave me…” she started to mumble, And tried to remember what she heard on the way. Three hours’ ride to his house in the country, And it was all such a blank, she asked, “what’d they say?"

Daddy - he chuckled, and paused for a moment "You're in for adventure - I'll leave it at that." He patted her head and he kissed the Red Princess And gave her a wink as he tipped her his hat.

Finding the first egg was pleasant and simple On the ground by a bush where she’d happened by chance But as Allie looked up from this one step completed, She departed the egg-hunt and entered a trance.

A flashback - the first time out here in the courtyard When Daddy's estate was like nothing she'd seen She'd known right away that these fields were majestic The one difference being - back then, they were green. 

She couldn't quite tell if her eyes were deceiving: Kaleidoscope purple, blue, yellow, and red. They found the girl slowing and drooling and dizzy Joining the chorus of swirls in her head.

Allie came to, but not halfway as focused And the next rainbow egg was much harder to get When she finally found and bent down to retrieve it, A jarring sensation - bum heavy and wet. 

“You’ve be-puddled yourself!” came the voice of the rabbit, And Allie's face reddened with cheeks in a puff. “You thought that you wouldn’t need diapers this journey, And now you should wonder if one is enough!"

“Nuh uh!” she harrumphed, crossing arms in denial, As girls of her sort are just so wont to do, She’d never been one to quite master the potty, But being so wet and clueless was certainly new. 

The rabbit teased on as their journey continued. The princess, for her part, continued to slip. And by the time that she added one more to the basket, Her childish denials had started to flip.   

"That's three we've got total," the rabbit reported, "If five is our target, how many to go?" But Allie just giggled as her cheek met her finger, Grinned, "I'm just a baby, sir! How would I know?" 

Hours would pass, and the fourth egg eluded, And twilight’s temptation was casting its spell. Tossing basket aside, the girl started yawning, And with a plop and a squish to her bottom she fell.

Her thumb joined her mouth and she sucked without thinking And giggled at shapes that she made with her toes. Daddy came out - it was near time for dinner - And caught her attention by booping her nose.

A week after Easter, effects still persisted. The mind alterations had taken their toll. Eyes followed Allie as she waddled ‘round daily Filling her diapers with zero control. 

And though it seemed scary she barely could focus, Got mixed up when counting, and struggled with text, She licked lips looking back at her Wonderland journey, And dreamt when she’d go down the rabbit-hole next.

[damnasstyles]

I just sent a request but didn't realize i literally sent that same exact one like months ago omg I'm embarrassed. .. but can you do a dad!harry one of his first time alone with the baby 😭

hii!! i’m so sorry it’s taken me forever to write this, but it’s finally here! hope you like it! ❤️

*jesus i'm editing this on august 2024, i had completely forgotten i'd never published this lol, soz. anyways! edited it a bit and finished it so here you go! x*

880 words. Enjoy! x

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Ottilie was 12 weeks old and it had been over four months since yn had been out with her friends, whether that'd been for lunch, dinner, a party or just a coffee. This is why Harry had arranged for her to have a day out with her friends. Well, more than arranged, he strongly encouraged her to go out with them. She had been turning them down ever since Ottilie was born, but it was about damn time she got some quality yn time and get away from the mommy role for just a few hours.

This, of course, led to the situation Harry was in right now: covered in puke with a crying and smelly baby who refuses to leave her father’s arms. 

“C’mon, sweet pea, we gotta take the onesie off and shower, alright? It’ll be twoooo seconds” He rocked her back and forth for a few more seconds before laying her down on the changing mat, which caused her to shriek harder than before. “I know, baby girl, III know, it’s alright, it’s okay” He tried to calm her down while getting her clothes off as quick as he can, his hand tickling her belly gently in an effort to cheer her up. "It’s ookaay, babyyy, look! All ready! Let’s take a warm bath to make you feel better, yeah?” He undressed himself at quick speed and opened the water tap. There was no way he was going to bathe her by herself since she was so fussy, not having as much skin to skin contact with her daddy as possible would make her even fussier. Such a daddy's girl.

He leaned forward over her and lifted her up, laying her on his chest, before walking into the walk-in shower. He had grabbed a small towel to cover Ottie with before walking in, so warm water would soak her but not fall directly over her. The warmth of Harry's chest, the soft drops of water on her back and her daddy's heartbeat seemed to soothe her a bit, though she could not seem to settle down fully.

"That's much better isn't it, bug? Hm?" A soft head kiss always made his heart flutter. "We have nice warm water now, and we're getting cleaned uupp" His soft tone never failed to soothe Ottie. From the moment he knew he was going to be a father, he started reading parenting books like it was his new religion. There was one specific chapter he read that stuck with him the most. It focused on the language development of the baby, and how narrating what was happening to them built better language foundations and encouraged faster acquisition. Since he'd read that book, he'd talk to the belly every single day without fail. Most days it'd be for an hour, but even in the most exhausting days he'd never skip at least a 10 minute monologue with Ottie in utero.

"Is your tummy hurting again, little bug? S'that why you got sick all over daddy and did a big explosive poo? That's okay, it happens to the best of us. We'll finish this niice shower in a minute, and we'll do some bicycle legs once you're in your cosy little pyjamas hm? How's that sound?" He booped her nose playfully with a soft and loving smile, making Ottie squint just a bit before letting out a soft sound, a mix between a giggle and a whine.

Once little Ottie was thoroughly clean, Harry stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped her into a new clean and dry towel, making sure she was well wrapped before he laid her down on the changing table and pulled his dirty boxers back on. He'd get a proper shower and change of clothes once Ottie was more settled.

He put Ottie into a fresh nappy and cosy pyjamas in record time, and took her to his and yn's bed. After he sat himself against the headboard, he laid Ottie between his spread legs, on the mattress. "Theeeee wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, aaall daaay looonggg" Harry sang as he moved her little baby chubby legs up and down, one at a time, at the same time, side to side, circle-wise, any way that'd help her release the suspected gas inside her. And it worked! The moment he pushed both her leggies up and against her belly at the same time, gently yet firm, she let one rip that it made the bed covers shake! "Oop!" He said stopping his singing, little Ottie let a cute relieved "ah" sigh before a big smile and squeal appeared on her face. Harry bursted out laughing as she picked her up and kissed her cheek repeatedly. "That was one naaasty gas, bubba! Good job!"

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If you want to read more about harry and ottie's adventures, check out my masterlist here and feel free to send in requests!

[firstprincehornyramblings]

All Tied Up 2.0 (Babygirl Edition)

Summary: Now you get to tie up Nicky! You only managed that because you made a deal with him. (18+) Kinks/Tags: (light) bondage, (kind of) edging, begging, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm (giving) , oral sex, desperate kisses, daddy-ing, babygirl fingered to (a few) tears, implied prior sexual relationship of some kind.

First Person POV (no y/n inserts) This was done to allow for a non gender, sexuality, or race specific reader.

Enjoy!

“Chair, are you sure a chair?” You asked, looking over at Nicholas. Taking a moment to look over his broad frame as he pulled off his shirt. “I said chair, I meant chair,” he clarified, watching you now as you struggled with the toy chest, his toy chest. “Can you not find the ropes?” he asked. “No sorry, I was distracted by the chair request. I am entirely confident you could escape from a chair.” You said before tugging the bundle of ropes out of the box. “Got them.” Nick gave you an approving nod then and started walking toward the sitting room. “I could get out of a chair, or at the least knock it over, but I the point is that won’t, I thought that this was about submission?” he asked looking over to you catching up with him. “Yeah but, are you actually going to take everything I dish out?” You teased, “You don’t typically /submit/ well Galitzine.” He shrugged a shoulder, “I said I would.” He said stopping in front of an open backed chair, “This one will do.” He said nodding. “Yeah, you said you would because you want to do kinky shit to me. And I said only if you do this.” You quipped, “Correct,” Nick nodded, “That’s how these sorts of things work, I stroke you, you stroke me back..” You heaved a little sigh, “Pun intended?” “Absolutely, are you ready?” He asked taking a seat in the chair.

“You know I don’t think that taking a crop to my ass counts as a ‘stroke’ Babygirl,” you teased taking a finger and booping the tip of Nick’s nose. “Mhn, your perfect ass sweetheart, don’t forget that it’s perfect.” He said it wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You couldn’t help but giggle as he lifted your shirt, dipping his head under it and giving your stomach kisses, soft little nips. “Stop, you’re not in charge here,” you said pulling your shirt back. “Right sorry,” Nick said despite resting his hands on your waist, giving your hip bones a lil squeeze, looking up at you, “Bonus points if you undress for me, gorgeous.” He said flashing that charming smile. “Alright alright,” you said shoving him to sit back in the chair some, undoing the bundle of ropes, “Hands behind your back.” Nick flashed another grin, and nodded, sitting back and putting his hands behind the back of the chair. “Work down, start at my shoulders,” he began and you cut him off, “I know, I know,” But Nick kept talking, “Back of my arms, yes, wrap down, wrap around the chair when you reach a part of it, taught but not tight.”

“Does the daddy switch ever fucking turn off?” You teased as you tied his arms back behind the chair, “No,” he answered cooly. “Wait,” you said pausing as you tied his wrists together now, adding a lil bow for good measure, “How am I supposed to do this without breaking my back?” You asked stepping back in front of him. This earned you a laugh from Nick, cool, amused, a soft chuckle. “Well, there’s always the option to get on your knees for me, pumpkin.” You cocked your head and reached up, popping his cheek, it wasn’t really a slap, more just a ‘stop being annoying’ gesture. “Mhn, now now, love, if you’re going to hit me do it right.” He said, his jaw tightening as those familiar bedroom eyes and confident smile focused on you. “Serious?” you asked, “As a heart attack.” He answered immediately, and you nodded to him, before pulling back, and slapping him a bit harder this time

Immediately his eyes fluttered, pale cheek already reddening as he looked back up at you, “Impressive for someone who’s begged me to breed them before.” He teased, and like that, another slap. His opposite cheek already reddening. “Mhn, thank you.” He said in a purr. But as you stepped closer, hand on hip, giving your best threatening look as you grabbed his chin between your fingers. “Are you going to really submit to me? Are you going to be a good boy?” You asked in your best stern voice. “I’m.. certainly going to try.” His voice was lower, softer, dangerously close to his morning voice, and it sent shivers down your spine. “Well, good.” Was all you could manage, and you noticed his faint smile. “Do you like that? Being in control of me?” He asked, and you pressed a finger against his lips, “Stop saying things like that, you’re ridiculous, and I’m determined to be the one making a mess of you, not the other way around.” And he gave a soft ‘Mm’ noise, like agreeing but opening his lips, eagerly sucking at your finger in such a graphic way as he watched you. “God you’re such a whore!” You scolded with a laugh as you took your hand back. “Don’t make me punish you.” Both of you knew it was an idol threat, you were barely managing the domination, but it was worth it to say it.

You did step back now, finally pulling off your own clothes, discarding them to the side as Nick watched with such an enamored expression. “Incredible, darling.” He said running his eyes up the length of your body, “Like artwork.” You couldn’t help but laugh, it was that or blush. “Silver tongued bastard.” You said stepping closer, resting both hands on his face, making him look up at you. “Mhn, I am.” He hummed, “Which is why you should be sitting on my face.” He almost purred those words, smiling up at you. “Shut up,” you whispered half against his lips, leaning in to kiss him then. This silenced him though, as he gave the softest groan into that kiss, sitting up straighter so you wouldn’t have to bend over as much for the kiss. The kiss was desperate, hungry, and tongue-y, licking into each other’s mouths, as your hands found his hair, playing in it all the while.

Once you finally broke the kiss though, catching your own breath, Nick was looking up at you, panting himself. His eyes starving as they watched you move. “Pillow, if I’m going to be on my knees?” You asked but he shook his head, “Of course, get whatever you like darling.” With a nod you stepped to his couch, grabbing a pillow and tossing it on the floor in front of the chair he was strapped into. And once you got on your knees in front of it, you couldn’t help but notice Nick grinning down at you, “So pleased with yourself aren’t you?” you asked, your hands running up and down his still clothed thighs. “How could I not be?” he cooed. “We’ll see how long it lasts,” you said, reaching up to tug off the pajama pants he’d been wearing, so cozy from this morning. They slipped down rather easily, the stretchy material making quick work of it. And once you tossed his pants aside, you quickly tugged his underwear down and tossed it aside as well.

“Mhn, I always forget how pretty your cock is.” You said softly, running your hand over his still half soft length. “You’re so sweet,” he answered in such an affectionate way. At your touch though, Nick was immediately spreading his thighs wider, sliding down some in the chair, just so everything was a bit easier for you. Admittedly, how easily he submitted like that surprised you, but you reminded yourself it didn’t mean anything yet. “Let’s get you hard first, or it won’t be any fun right?” You asked. “Of course sweetheart, you’re in charge.” He hummed in response, watching as you picked up the bottle of lube you’d brought in with the ropes. After flipping the top open, and using your free hand to gently hold Nick’s cock, you drizzled a thin line of the lube down his length. “Holy shit, that’s.. so cold.” He laughed, giving a little shiver, and looking down at you with an amused look, “Imp.” He scolded you, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I couldn’t resist,” you admitted as you used both hands, massaging the lube over his skin, before wrapping both hands around his length, slowly moving up and down his cock. Your eyes shifted between his face, how his eyes fluttered shut and his full lips parted silently, the softest smile on them; and his now hardening cock in your hands. It really was so pretty to you, so very now hard and… pink.

“That feels nice,” he whispered after a moment, his eyes opening back up to look down at you. “And you look so fucking good on your knees for me.” Even from this stage, he was still trying to play daddy. “Glad you like it, and the view,” you teased, one hand holding his cock now as the other slowly worked up and down focusing just at the head. “How’s that feel?” You asked quietly. “Incredible.” Nick panted, as if you couldn’t tell, as if he wasn’t completely hard at your touch now. “Good, now you can wait!” you said playfully, wiping your slick hands on his thighs, partly to clean them, partly because you knew he’d follow that with an ‘Oh gross, come on!’ and he did.

“Shh,” you cooed, your hands moving to pull at his calves some, “Scoot closer, I want to get to your ass easier.” You said, and Nick happily obliged. He scooted as much more forward as the restraints allowed, but it was plenty for you to have room to complete your next task. Your hands reaching to spread his ass and crouch even lower, almost underneath him. It wasn’t exactly like he was sitting on your face, but it was enough to bring that memory to mind, as you pressed your lips against his skin, kissing gently, and beginning to give soft licks at his entrance. You heard him curse above you, giving a low groan as you began to use more focused, intentional licks. “Thank you darling,” he panted, “That feels amazing.” You didn’t really stop to answer him, just mumbling a soft ‘welcom’ Nicky’ against his skin, before pressing your face tighter against him. Both hands keeping his cheeks spread as you teased his hole, your tongue poking and prodding, lapping over him, completely fueled by the beautiful noises he was making as you did.

He wasn’t shy about it, moaning loud, and desperate, peppering in ‘so fucking good’ and ‘just like that’ in between his compliments to you. Once you did finally pull back, fingers massaging over that hole as you sat back up in front of him, he was already panting heavily. “Want more Babygirl?” You couldn’t help but pull out that nickname, and he was far too worked up to care about context at this point, “Please.” You grabbed the lube again, this time applying it to your fingers, and to his entrance, massaging it for a moment before pushing a finger into him. He made the softest groan as you did, quite like he was adjusting to it. “It’s just a finger Nicky, it’s not too much right?” You teased. But again, Nick was far too worked up to feed into the banter, “No,” he panted, shaking his head. “Good.” You cooed, pumping your finger into him steadily, resting your free hand on one of his thighs, keeping his legs spread apart. “Will you touch my cock, please?” he asked after a moment. “No,” you said flatly, “Not until I decide you deserve it.”

Nick whined at your denial, “But I’m being so good for you,” he pleaded. Your answer came in the way of pushing a second slick finger into him slowly, smiling as he made a more desperate sound. “Fuck, please.” He whined again, his voice growing more desperate. “I said no Nick,” you said more firmly now, but that didn’t stop him from giving a whimper. “I’m going to keep asking,” his words almost broken as you worked those two fingers into him. “Shit,” he gasped, his head falling back against that chair, biting his bottom lip as he just whined against it. “I know it’s so much,” you soothed, “But you can handle it for me.” It didn’t seem to help, all it did was make him give a pathetic groan, “I really can’t, I need more, please.” You pretended to think about it for a moment, “Like another finger, you want another finger?” You asked, picking up the lube to make sure a third was well lubed and ready for him. “No,” he whined, and it sounded more like a dry sob, “Like you playing with my cock, just a little, please.”

“Mhn, sorry Babygirl, best I can do is another finger,” you teased, pushing the third into him gently then. As you did, Nick made an almost choked whimper, tossing his head to the side, resting it against his shoulder, like trying to hide it there as he whimpered. “Oh, so dramatic,” you cooed. “I’m sure you’ll be okay when I find your sweet spot baby,” you said as you worked those three fingers into him. “I won’t be!” he sounded so exasperated, like you were literally killing him. “Fuck!” he was a bit louder then, almost yelling it, but in such a desperate frustrated way. Your fingers were working into him steadily now, pumping into him constantly as you pressed your thumb against his skin, just under his balls. Adding the slightest massaging pressure in unison with your fingers. All it got from Nick was a choked sob, and you could feel him clench against your fingers, but he sounded on the verge of tears.

“I.. swear to fucking god.” He began pleading already, “Every time your fingers… fuck.” He whimpered again, lips falling open in a desperate moan as he tried to speak. “Every time your fingers… hit just the right spot..” he gasped, biting his bottom lip before speaking again, “It’s like I’m seeing starts, I’m so..” and he whined again, “Fuck baby!” his tone was so desperate you couldn’t help but smile, even if it did just make you move your fingers faster. “You said you could take it Nicky,” you shot back at him, recalling all the times he’d said something similar to you when you got overstimulated. “You have.. no idea.” He panted, “It’s like having your back scratched everywhere except the spot that itches.” He gasped, “Except it's a fucking orgasm!” That came out as another dry sob, and you could tell he was on the verge of tears now. “Well, can you beg for me?” You asked him, your hand on his thigh beginning to rub up and down his inner thigh, just teasing him with that stimulation so close but not quite close enough.

Immediately he broke into those begs, “Please.” He gasped, “Please, fuck please, please touch my cock, I’ll do anything.” He whimpered so loudly, looking back down at you now. His expression desperate, brow furrowed, he looked a mess, red cheeks and swollen lips. You could feel him clench against your fingers again as he made such a pathetic whine, “Please… baby, please, please touch my cock. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for teasing earlier.” It was another dry sob. “I’ll.. please I’ll do whatever after this, get you off however you want, please. I need it, I need to cum for you so bad, please.” There was a smile on your lips as you raised your hand JUST above his cock, not touching him yet. “You promise to fuck me extra hard after this?” You asked. “Yes!” he exclaimed, “Yes anything please!”

As soon as you lowered your hand, wrapping it around his cock, he made the most pathetic sobbing noise, whimpering as his hips arched toward you some, “Thank you, thank you, please more, please.” He begged immediately. But as you began moving your hand, slowly up and down his length, that was all Nick needed. He was giving those dry sobs, nodding to you with that same desperate look, “Thank you so much yes, just like that, can I cum baby? Can I cum for you please?” It made you giggle, and not in a mean way, because honestly, he was so endearing like this. “Of course Babygirl, show me what a big load you worked up for me.” As soon as you gave him permission though, stroking him a bit faster, your hand just tight enough. Your fingers still working inside of him, pumping just hard enough, and he was crying out, sO loudly. His head fell back his shoulders seeming to arch against the restraints as he reached his orgasm. And he made such a mess, shooting ropes over your hand, and wrist, over his stomach and thighs, some even managing to reach his chest. For a brief moment you noted how close it got to his perfect lips, maybe you should try that again later. But Nick kept making those pathetic little sobs as he rode it out, his body jerking with each slight touch of either of your hands, whimpering, and whining. And as you slipped your fingers out of him, you wrapped both hands around his cock. Using both to stroke him now, letting your wrists twist slightly as you moved them up and down his cock. If you thought he was loud before… oh now, it was obscene, he gasped and yelped, immediately launching into more pleading, “Okay okay stop! Please no more!” His voice sounding so much like a sob you had to look up to see if it actually was. “What’s wrong baby, I thought you wanted me to touch your cock?” You teased, but the only response you got was a soft, desperate, “Please stop.” Just so defeated sounding that it did make you stop. “Oh Nicky, okay, it’s okay I’m stopping.” You cooed as you took your hands off, “It’s okay baby.”

Once your hands were off him, he was relaxing some, just panting softly as his body almost went limp. And you grabbed your shirt from the floor, wiping your hands just to stand up and cup his face in your hands, “It’s okay baby, you did so good.” You soothed him, petting at his face lovingly, your thumbs wiping at the moisture in the corner of his eyes. He gave you a soft nod, “Kisses, please?” How could you even think about saying no? Leaning down you kissed him, reaching behind him to start undoing those ropes, untying them as fast as you could, kissing him so gently. His own kisses were soft, but desperate, like he thought he might die if you didn’t keep kissing him. Once his arms were free, he wrapped them around you, pulling you to sit on his lap, just pulling you close up against his body. After a moment he broke the kisses, nuzzling his forehead to yours, his face against yours. “Sorry, I’m getting you sticky.” He whispered, seeing as how your body was pressed against him.

It made you laugh softly though as you rested a hand on his chest, “It’s okay baby, you’re gonna fuck me into oblivion soon anyway right?” You teased. Nick gave a soft nod, still pressing his face against yours, finally seeming to recover some now, “Of course,” he said softly, smiling as he leaned in for more kisses. “Did I do okay?” he asked against your lips, making you smile. “You did amazing,” you said your free hand resting on his cheek again, “I didn’t know you had it in you.” You said playfully. “Mhn told you I could do it.” He said just as softly, before pressing his lips against yours again.

[rxmqnova]

My little troublemaker

Y/N: 4 years old Lizzie: 19 years old ——————————————————

LIZZIE'S POV Having a little todler running around the house is not easy. Especially when you're only 19 and you're raising your child alone. The judging looks by other people when Y/N calls me 'mom' in the store or just somewhere in public aren't helping at all, but I wouldn't change a thing in my life.

Y/N wasn't planned at all. Her father left me right after I told him I want to keep her. He was quite rude about it which only made things so much harder, but I'm trying my best to give her as much love as I can. I know for sure she'll ask me the question about her dad in the future, but for now I'm trying my best to make up for both parents and to make sure she has everything she needs.

I do have an amazing family though. My parents and siblings are helping me as much as they can which I'll be forever grateful for. Also my daughter is the most amazing little human in the world. She's pretty smart on her age and thank god she's not one of those children who throw tantrums about everything.

Y/N and I had a movie night yesterday, so I'm not even surprised when I find myself surrounded by a bunch of blankets and Y/N's teddy bears after waking up. My eyes widen when I don't find my daughter underneath the blankets or anywhere in the room though. She's usually the one who wakes me up by laying her small body on mine and squishing my cheeks with her tiny hands.

"Y/N?" I look around the room once again, not seeing her anywhere. I immediately rush down the stairs to find her. "Oh my god, Y/N!" I raise my voice when I see her standing on a chair in the kitchen, a knife in her hand. I quickly lift her up, immediately taking the knife from her hand. "Honey, you could have hurt yourself. You can't use a knife without me knowing" I sigh, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Are you okay?"

"But I wanted to make you breakfast" She pouts, crossing her arms.

"Oh did you?" I raise an eyebrow which makes her giggle. Y/N nods with a smile, pointing at a piece of bread which is placed on the kitchen counter. "That's for me?"

"Yes, mama! You have to try!" She grins, happily kicking her legs.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I will try it out right now" I take the bread and sit down on a chair with Y/N on my lap. I take a bite, trying hard to pretend like it's really good. I don't know what's in this, but it really doesn't taste good.

"Do you like it?" Y/N asks with a huge smile, watching me carefully.

"It's really good, sweetheart. Thank you. It's so good that I'm gonna save it for later" I smile at her, Y/N nodding her head and smiling at me in response. "But what would you say on some pancakes now, hm?" I boop her nose which never fails and always makes her smile.

"Yay!" Y/N cheers, throwing her arms in the air.

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"Mommy? Do I have a dad?" Y/N asks quietly, watching me with her big green eyes. I just tucked her in for bed and I definitely wasn't expecting this question tonight.

"I. Hm… You do have a dad, sweetheart. Why are you asking?" I give her a smile and brush a strand of hair behind her ear. She needs to know she can ask me or speak to me about everything.

"Because the boys from my preschool say it's weird to only have a mommy" She explains, adding a dramatic sigh to the end.

"It's not weird at all, honey. A lot of children have only a mommy or only a daddy. Sometimes it just happens, but it doesn't mean it's weird" I tell her, stroking her cheek with my finger.

"But why, mommy? Why isn't he here with us?" She asks, wrapping her little arms around my neck. I take a deep breath, thinking about what to tell her. But I think it'll be better to just tell her the truth somehow, even though it's not really nice.

"You know, baby… Your dad was very mean to mommy, so she decided she's better without him" I tell her honestly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I don't like him then. You are the bestest and nicest mommy in the world" Y/N pouts, making me wonder how did I get so lucky to have her as my daughter.

"I love you the most, my little monkey" I smile, pushing back my tears. Y/N's words really got me. "It's getting late now though and you need to get some sleep, so we can play all day tomorrow" I rub the tip of my nose against hers, making her smile.

"I love you, mama" She says, pouting her lips for a kiss. I peck her lips with a kiss before pulling up the covers to her chest. "Mommy, my teddy bear!" She suddenly gasps, looking around the bed to find her favorite teddy.

"I'll bring him. Stay here and don't move" I warn before standing up and walking to find Y/N's favorite teddy.

I make my way to the living room and as I expected, she left him there, so now I'm on my way back to the bedroom.

"I found him, baby. You left him in the-" I start, cutting myself off when I see Y/N sitting on the table in front of the window, her face and hands pressed against the glass. "Y/N, that's really dangerous. How did you get there?" I sigh, immediately lifting her up on which she whines.

"But there was a butterfly, mama" She pouts.

"A butterfly? Now? At night?" I raise an eyebrow on which Y/N nods. "That was probably a moth, sweetheart. But no climbing on the table when mama isn't with you, okay?"

"Yes, mama" Y/N says with that cute pout again.

"It's really time for bed now, my little troublemaker"

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[lynnslittlelife]

Hi! Im really enjoying all of your works so far!💗 I was wondering if you could write something sweet for Diavolo with a little reader? Thank you so much! If not that’s totally okay too.💗

I'm happy you're liking my stories!!! I love writing these little space stories, so I'm really happy other people are liking them too! Dia is actually so sweet...underrated demon for sure.

Thank you for requesting <3 enjoy!!!

Word Count: 1,137

It was date night…well as close to date night as was possible of you and the King of the Devildom. You could feel yourself slipping a bit, but tried pushing it off for a while since you didn’t always get much time with your boyfriend. Sure, Lucifer and Barbados were there and they were well aware of your little space, but a meeting was going on. Now was not the time to be little! 

You weren’t able to pay attention anymore, and played with your food with the fork in your hand. The colors of the food were so silly! The greens and browns making a funny color and the cream of the others…maybe now was the time for an art project. You were so focused on making a little drawing with your food you didn’t hear everyone stop talking to look and see what you were doing. Lucifer looked like he knew it was time to go, and nodded once Diavolo waved him away. 

Lucifer stopped by you and patted your shoulder a couple times, and that got your attention. You looked up and saw Barbados trying to hide his laughter, and Dia was looking at you as if you were his whole world. It made you smile back, but then your small bit of big-brain was rearing its head. “I’m sorry daDIA!” You tried to catch yourself but it was too late. Instead it made a funny word, which made you and the two demons laugh. Even Barbados was laughing, which he didn’t do often. 

“I’ll be taking my leave, then, young master. We can discuss the meeting in the morning.” He waved at you and left, leaving you and Diavolo alone in the dining room. His head rested in his hand as he idly swung his fork in his hand, not caring much about the food anymore. You always were his main priority, but Barbados usually made him focus and discuss his duties as the king. 

“I sorry…I didn’t mean to…” You couldn’t think of the word, and started to feel bad for putting a halt to their meeting. You looked down at your masterpiece of food, and avoided eye contact with him. But it wouldn’t work for long, he always had a way to draw you to his eyes. Just as he did now. 

As silent as could be, he strolled over to look over your shoulder at your artwork. “It’s beautiful! It’s…a cat? And a house?” He tilted his head and looked deep in thought, trying to figure it out. That look always made you giggle, and you leaned up to pull him down so his head was on your shoulder. Even little, you knew your strength was no match for him. But he’d play along every time. 

“Nu uh! It us and the castle!” You pointed, and giggled even harder when he placed random kisses on your shoulder and neck. “Daddy! Stop it! It tickles!” But he did far from stop. Instead he picked you up with ease and cradled you to his side. You tried to get back at him, and place kisses where you could reach. 

“You deserve all the kisses I have to offer ten fold!” He held you out in front of him, and looked serious which only made you giggle more after hearing such an affectionate declaration. “But…I have a request for you.” He leaned forward and booped your nose with his and held it there. “Can you…call me that again?” 

Now you were just confused. “Daddy?” You pouted and said, “I calls you daddy all the time!” If you could cross your arms while he was holding you like this he would. Instead you pouted and waited for him to reply, mirroring his serious gaze to the best of your abilities with that pout still on your face. 

“No, no. Your little mistake. It was cute, I just want to hear it again.” He hummed and looked at you, waiting for you to remember. If you even did. He would sit there and wait for as long as it took, but the slip up was so cute and did still sound like his “name”. Both of them. A name he’d want to hear you say time and time again. 

“Uh…” You thought long and hard before making an “A-HAH!” Sound and smile as wide as you could “DaDia!” You laughed as he spun you around, laughing even louder than you somehow. It was so silly, but oh so cute. Just spinning around until you begin to feel dizzy. 

“That’s it! That’s what you should call me!” He stopped when you looked a little paler. “Oh! Sorry dear!” He sat right on the floor where you had spun just prior. “I got a little excited there!” He sat you in his lap, holding you firmly in his grasp. “Say it…just one more time?” This time he pouted childishly, which was extremely funny in this situation to you, so you laughed of course. “Pleeeeeease?” 

“DaDia! DaDia!” You laughed loudly, and he joined in as well. “I love my DaDia!” You reached for his face and made the smile he already had wider. Your laugh was like music to his ears and he reached for your face right back as you both made each other smile through the laughter. 

After a while, you were feeling tired and let out a big yawn. “Oh? Getting tired from all the fun we’ve been having?” He laid down there, right on the floor and pulled you on top of him. He closed his eyes and you giggled at how silly and fun he could be. “Sleep well, dear.” He faked snoring and you laughed. 

“Nooo! DaDia! Bed! Bed time!” Trying to tell him you wanna sleep in the bed as you laughed. You poked his face as he continued to “snore” and he opened one eye. 

“Oh? Morning already? There’s a lot we have to do today!” He sat up and winked at you, only to continue when you pouted, “I know, I know dear. I wouldn’t dare make you sleep on the floor.” He stood with ease, carrying you in his arms to your bedroom. “I suppose a nap won’t hurt, but not for too long! Don’t want you to stay awake all night before bed!” 

As you laid down, and he followed, he held you close. He was ready for a nap, himself. Even if he didn’t NEED to sleep, he wouldn’t miss cuddling with you for anything. Just as you liked it, he wrapped his wings around you to feel even closer to you. As he tended to do, he whispered a story to you until you fell asleep, and whispered your favorite words to hear from him as sleep overcame you. 

“I love you so much baby.” 

[shuniverse]

AHHHHHHHH THE FELIX ONE IM IN LOOVEE THANKSSSS

Btw, if im not stressing you out lolol😭, heres another req

:D!

can u do Bangchan university au friends to lovers typa thing where chan flirts with her as a joke but the reader flirts harder and my boy gets so blushy and shy😭😭😭 and in the end it just ends up in a messy giggly confession lmfao

(ngl im just a big simp for Chan's juicy plump lips like bro i just wanna kizz him after i fool him with my ultimate rizz and flirting skills😔)

Some picture ref for uuu :)

silly college kids in love ,, b.c

🧷 no no ur not stressing me out! lol I’m just busy, sorry this got out kinda of late! also yesss I love Channie’s lipssss ahshwhdhsjj, he’s so gorgeous. ty for the request!

🎐 f!reader ;; fluffy stuffs ;; reader is transfixed by Chan’s lips lol ;; some kisses at the end ;; I’m kinda bad at writing flirty stuff so pls bare with me ;; also I did make a reference to that one part of a live where Chan calls himself daddy lmao ;;

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You and Chan are sitting in your dorm room, you on your bed resting against your pillow, him sitting on your roll-y chair, leaning over the back of it, facing you with his legs on either side of the back.

Just making small talk, you’re both just comfortable together whether it’s talking or just silence, so you like to have a mix of it.

While he’s talking, you subconsciously stare at his lips, the fullness and the way they look while he talks transfixes you. So much so, you don’t even fully register when Chan speaks up.

“You okay, there?”

You flush a bit. “Yeah! Sorry-“

He giggles. “Nah, it’s all good.” He grins, getting an idea. “Were you captivated babygirl?”

He’s joking, of course, which is why he’s giggling, figuring you’re going to giggle as well.

But in reality, your eyes widen, face flushing. “What- what did you call me?”

He giggles again. “Baby girl?”

You narrow your eyes, then grin, getting an idea. “If I’m you’re baby girl, you must be my.. daddy.”

This time he flushes, more than you did, babbling and stuttering over his words, trying to think up a response. He runs a pretty, veiny hand through his dark curly hair, and you giggle.

You suddenly feel a bit flustered just at what you said, and you’re both there giggling like little kids, just not knowing what to do with his hands.

He looks at you, a faint blush still painting his pretty face. “So.. uh..”

You giggle, smiling. “Yes, Channie?”

“I uhm-“ he bursts into more embarrassed giggles, and he gets up to come sit by you on your bed. You giggle in return, and out of just a random rush of confidence, you lean over to press a little kiss to his plush lips. He blushes more, his cheeks a pretty rosy shade.

“I do too, Channie.”

He’s a bit confused, he hadn’t even said anything, yet you somehow read his mind, much less kissed him. Poor boy doesn’t know what to say, so you giggle for the millionth time and sit yourself comfortably on his lap.

“I-“

“Shh, shh, Channie it’s okay.” You boop him. “No need for words.”

He giggles again, shaking his head, his brown curls shaking with it. You run your hands up and down his arms, covered by the soft fabric of his black hoodie. You look into his eyes, the faint dark makeup still there, and he’s smiling at you, those pretty lips of his quirked up into a smile.

You can’t help yourself, you lean down to kiss him again. This time, it’s not quick, and he’s happy, albeit still a bit flustered, to kiss back, gently cupping your face with his big hands.

You pull away after a bit and giggle. “Cutie.”

He flushes again, sighing. “You’re the cute one, baby girl.”

You laugh. “Is that what you’re calling me now?”

He laughs too. “Yup, unless you don’t want me to?”

You shake your head, smiling. “No, no Channie, it’s cute, I like it.”

He smiles. “Alrighty baby girl.”

You laugh again, leaning down to cuddle him, and he’s eager and quick to reciprocate, comfortable in your added warmth.

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hope you enjoyed! I love Channie so much this made me happy to write, even though it was rushed, lol.

feel free to like/reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

yeah boop me harder daddy

[dominants-dominion]

She said, "Boop me harder daddy"

[bigassbowlingballhead]

boop me harder daddy. yeah just like that daddy

[crispnebula]

boop me harder daddy

kitten I'll be honest, daddy's trying

[a-single-piece-of-paper]

EVERYONE SHUT UP

I'm famous, boop me harder daddy

[glitter-lisp]

Boop me harder, daddy 😫🙏

boop

[stardustasincocaine]

BOOP ME HARDER DADDY

[tobythesudriantram]

Learning with Mingle and Friends: Valentines

*Mingle gets up out of bed, looking at a calendar she has hung up over her bed: There's a heart sticker on the February 14th space.*

Mingle: Oh, hey kids! Say, do you know what day it is today? That's right! Valentine's Day!

*Mingle looks out of the window, looking around: The neighborhood is decorated with various heart symbols and flowers.*

Mingle: It's the holiday based around love! Do you know what love is? It's when you like someone very, very much! Above anyone else, in fact!

*Mingle then walks out of her room to see what her friends are doing: Dingle and Donk are in their room, making Valentine cards.*

Dingle: Alright, how about this? 'I love you like old people love chicken'!

Donk: Mmn... No, too vague and random. How about this: 'I hope i'm graced by your presence this Valentine's Day!'.

Dingle: Nah, too samey... Besides, it needs way more glitter. Like this. *He grabs another fresh Valentine's Day card, then opens up his small container of glitter and dumps out the contents all over the card.*

Donk: You really can't have too much of a good thing, huh?

Mingle: Hey guys, what are you doing?

Dingle: Oh, hey Mingle! We're making Valentine's Day cards!

Mingle: To give to your special kind of person?

Donk: Yeah! Though we're still having problems with the message...

Mingle: If you want a good message, you should just write exactly what you think of your special sort of person! Something unique that's never been done before! So, who's your special significant other?

*Dingle and Donk open their mouths as if to say something, but then go quiet...*

Donk: ...Uhhhhh...

Dingle: ...Hey, can you go check what Boyfriend is doing? We'll, uhhhh... Get back to this topic later.

Mingle: ...Hm. Alright then. *As Dingle and Donk get back to discussing their Valentine's Day cards, Mingle walks out to go see what Boyfriend is doing.*

*Meanwhile, Boyfriend is looking out of the window in the living room, microphone in his hands, quietly singing a tune to himself. Mingle walks in and sees Boyfriend.*

Mingle: Oh, hey Boyfriend!

Boyfriend: BAH!- b-bo... Beebop skdoo boop skdap bee bo boop...

Mingle: Writing a love song, huh? Who are you writing it for?

*Boyfriend goes quiet, then looks down in embarassment.*

Boyfriend: ...b-boo bop...

Mingle: Ohh... You don't have anyone to sing it to...?

*Boyfriend simply nods yes.*

Mingle: Oh... Don't worry, i'm sure you'll be able to find someone in the future. Trust me, you never know when love can sprout.

Boyfriend: b-bee bop skdoo beep...

Mingle: Anyway, i'm gonna go bake some cookies, you want some?

*Boyfriend nods yes.*

Mingle: Alright! You keep writing your little song - I'm sure it'll be great! *Mingle walks out.*

*Boyfriend keeps a tight grip on his microphone, thinking of potential lyrics... Though seeing so many people who already have love interests and are having way more fun than him only makes his job harder. And so, he decides to put all those feelings into song form...*

*Meanwhile...*

Diesel Dearest: ...And remember, no boys! Just go to the store, get the milk and come back as soon as possible! That's it. Understood?

Girlfriend: Gee, daddy, you're acting like you're sending me out into a warzone! It's just a straight flight to the store!

Diesel Dearest: ...Maybe you're right, but still! Just back and forth, four-minute flight! Nothing else!

Girlfriend: So be it! See you soon! *Girlfriend then flies away.*

*Meanwhile, Mingle is preparing to make cookies, though she quickly notices there's no milk in the fridge.*

Mingle: Huh? Did I forget to buy milk? Oh well, guess that means I should go to the store to get some more.

*She walks past Dingle and Donk's room, looking inside briefly.*

Mingle: Hey guys, i'm going to the store for milk, you want anything?

Donk: Uhhhh...

Dingle: More glitter!

Mingle: *Giggle* Really can't get enough of it, huh? Well, fine. Bye! *Mingle walks out of the house and down the street to the store.*

*Meanwhile, Girlfriend is on her way back home with the milk. However, as she's midway down the street, she ends up hearing some beeping... Sad beeping.*

Girlfriend: Hm? I wonder who that is? *She looks around, seeing a blue-haired boy in the window of one of the houses, singing a sad tune... Just like that, she's completely forgotten why she got sent out in the first place, instead diverting her attention to the boy.*

Boyfriend: *Singing a somber, yet quick tune.*

Girlfriend: *Giggle* Pretty good there! *She flies up to the window Boyfriend is standing at.*

Boyfriend: *Sob* b-bee...?

Girlfriend: Oh, right! Haven't introduced myself yet! I'm a Greatly Elevatable Aerial Robot Engaging in Stopping Tragedies! G.E.A.R.E.S.T. for short... But you can just call me your girl friend!

Boyfriend: ...gil fen...? *Boyfriend thinks back to the reason he started singing this song in the first place...*

Girlfriend: What's that?

Boyfriend: *Sob* bee bap bo boo boi fen... beebop ba boo skdoo bo skedop bap beebo boo...

Girlfriend: Aw, you're lonely this Valentine's Day? Don't worry, I can keep you company! Come on, let me in!

*Boyfriend nods yes, before running out to the front door and opening it, allowing Girlfriend inside.*

Girlfriend: Wonderful! So, Boyfriend... You like singing, huh?

*Boyfriend nods yes, before handing Girlfriend a microphone.*

Girlfriend: Oh, you want me to sing with you? *Giggle* Alright!

*Boyfriend and Girlfriend then begin singing together.*

*After a few songs, Boyfriend is in a much better mood and hugs Girlfriend.*

Boyfriend: bap bee bo skdoo bee!

Girlfriend: *Giggle* You're welcome!

*Then, Mingle walks in.*

Mingle: Who could've bought the last m- Oh, hey Boyfriend. Hey, wait... Who's your new friend?

Girlfriend: Oh, hello! I'm a Greatly Elevatable- *Boyfriend stops her from saying anything else.*

Boyfriend: bee boo gil fen... bap bee bo boo skdoo bop bee bap.

Mingle: Oh! Well then, nice to meet you, Girlfriend! Wait... Boyfriend... So... You're saying this is your girlfriend?

*It takes Boyfriend a second to realize what Mingle just said... But when he does, he immediately blushes a lot.*

Boyfriend: b-beep!

Girlfriend: Awwww, come on, it's nothing to be ashamed of! *She hugs him.* In fact, i'd say you are pretty sweet too!

*This only causes Boyfriend to freak out even further.*

*Mingle leaves Boyfriend and Girlfriend to themselves and walks out to the kitchen, a bit disappointed she couldn't buy milk. However, as she walks in, she notices something surprising on the counter.*

Mingle: Huh? *It's a bottle of milk, like the one Mingle needed, along with a small note.* 'For the best girl in need, From aerodynamite'... *Mingle is admittedly left a bit confused, but she still decides to actually make the cookies, since she's got everything she needs now.*

*Meanwhile, back at the airfield, Diesel Dearest is beginning to get worried since his daughter isn't coming back...*

Diesel Dearest: Where is she, where is she, where is she?! She should've gotten back long ago! Someone must've hurt her! It must've been one of those hooligans again!

H.O.T.M.A.M.A.: Look, I know you're supposed to be the leader here, but don't you think that you're a bit too obsessed with controlling her?

Diesel Dearest: Hey, i'll have you know she's MY creation!

H.O.T.M.A.M.A.: OUR creation!

Diesel Dearest: You get my point! I should have the right to be worried about her!

H.O.T.M.A.M.A.: Yeah, but not this much!

Diesel Dearest: Oh, shut up! I'm gonna go locate her! I need to see if she's okay! *Diesel walks over to his workshop, before grabbing a special tracking device he made a bit ago, before then walking off to find Girlfriend.*

*Meanwhile...*

*Mingle takes her heart-shaped cookies out of the oven.*

Mingle: Alright, they're just about done...

*Dingle, Donk, Boyfriend and Girlfriend walk in.*

Dingle: Really? The cookies are done?

Mingle: Well, yes, but we should give them a bit of time to cool. They're still very hot! In the meantime, we should go wash your hands. Especially you two! *She points to Dingle and Donk, both of who'm are completely covered in glitter, before then giggling lightly.*

Dingle: What, not enough glitter?

Donk: I'd say it's the opposite...

Mingle: *Giggle* Alright, alright... Either way, we should go wash our hands! Come on! *She leads her friends to the bathroom.*

*A few minutes later, they go back to the kitchen to eat the cookies. However, they end up seeing someone has left a small red box near the tray of cookies.*

Mingle: Hm? *Mingle takes the box and reads the note on it.* 'for a special someone, from aerodynamite'... What...? *She opens the box, only to find it's actually filled with chocolates.* ...Who's Aerodynamite?

*Before Mingle can begin to think any further, she sees that her friends are already eating the cookies she prepared... So she decides to start eating too.*

*Before they know it, they've already eaten all the cookies... But Mingle can't help but still think about the box of chocolates.*

Mingle: ...Who could've possibly sent them...? And who's this Aerodynamite?

Girlfriend: Oh, I could probably figure it out! I've got the tech for this kinda stuff. *She takes the box from Mingle and carefully inspects it.* ...Alright, i've got it! Follow me! *She leads Mingle and her friends outside... Only to immediately run into Diesel Dearest.*

Diesel Dearest: Ohh, sweetie! There you are!

Girlfriend: Daddy? What are you doing here?

Diesel Dearest: What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?! And who are these little pests?! *He points to Mingle and her friends.*

Mingle: Wait, what...?

Girlfriend: I came here because of this boy! *She grabs Boyfriend and slightly lifts him up.* He was really sad and I wanted to cheer him up! And I did!

Diesel Dearest: ...WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT NO BOYS?! Alright, that's it, we're going home. *He forces Boyfriend out of Girlfriend's hands before taking her by the hand and attempting to forcefully drag her away.*

Boyfriend: bop!

Diesel Dearest: ...What?

Boyfriend: beep bop ba skedop bap bee bo gil fen! bee bo bop ba bee mmbop ba skdoo bee!

Diesel Dearest: *Sigh* Seriously? A rap battle? For my daughter's love? Who do you think you are?

Boyfriend: bap! *He reaches into his pocket and takes out two microphones.*

Diesel Dearest: ...Fine. If I win, you get to be with my daughter. BUT IF I WIN, I will make sure you two NEVER EVEN THINK ABOUT EACH OTHER AGAIN.

Boyfriend: ...b-bee...? b-bap bo bee skd-

Girlfriend: Oh, come on, don't back down now! If you win, i'll make sure to give you a hug! And a kiss! Really anything!

Diesel Dearest: No, you won't!

Girlfriend: Yes, I will!

Diesel Dearest: Gruhhh... FINE!

*As he grabs one of Boyfriend's two microphones, Girlfriend plays some music through her built in speakers.*

*Then the sing-off starts... Mingle and her friends cheer Boyfriend on from the sidelines, while Girlfriend just dances to the tune. Heck, even the Neighbors step outside to see what's going on.*

*All that ends up motivating Boyfriend enough to pull through. Normally, he'd have backed down long ago, but he actually manages to sing through the 2+ minute abuse session and eventually best Diesel once and for all.*

*Following the song, Diesel Dearest is left struggling to catch his breath, while Boyfriend is left with a wonderful new girlfriend who's now hugging him.*

Girlfriend: You did it! You did it!

Diesel Dearest: *Huff* You... *Huff* You...!

Boyfriend: yes me, dadee. yes me.

*While that is happening, Fourbot and his friends walk up to Mingle.*

Fourbot: Hey, so... What exactly happened here?

Mingle: Oh, not much... Just Boyfriend finding himself a love interest he's oh so wanted... *Giggle.*

Tony: Hey, speaking in, uhhh... That... Uhhh... A-Actually, Mingle... Okay, firstly, I got you this... *He then gives Mingle a small bouquet of flowers.*

Mingle: Awww, thank you! You're such a good friend!

Tony: ...Friend?

Mingle: Yeah! I mean... That's what I assume you were expecting, right?

*Tony, without saying another word, frantically takes out his walkie talkie.*

Tony: Two, cancel the fireworks! Over!

*Meanwhile, Two Undyne is in Fourbot's backyard, standing next to a lit fuse and a huge crate of fireworks.*

Two Undyne: Uhm... Too late. Over.

Tony: What do you mean too-

*Just like that, the sky lights up with various colorful explosions, which eventually spell out the phrase:*

I LOVE YOU MINGLE

FROM AERODYNAMITE

THAT BEING TONY

💚

Mingle: ...Tony...?

Tony: ...Ngahhh, forget about it... It's not like you'll actually like me back... This whole day's a total ruin... If only I didn't- Huh? *He ends up getting surprised when Mingle hugs him.*

Mingle: Aww, I didn't know you like me like that...

Tony: H-Hey, I mean... I do... I sorta do... So what...?

Mingle: You really are a nice guy...

Tony: Heh... I-I mean... Guess I am...

Mingle: Thanks for following along with our adventure, kids!

Tony: Uhhh... Right...

Mingle: Byeee!

Credits:

@friendlyfox34 - The OG Mingle and Friends stories

SmokeCannon - Boyfriend's first song

Nermal Nermal Nermallin' dev team - Diesel vs. Boyfriend song

And, obviously, me - for writing it all.