#also i'll be on a train for nine hours tomorrow and need something to do

[titstatstummy]

someone prompt me some bucktommy or buddietommy piss or body hair kink scenarios pls i wanna write but my head is empty

[novankenn]

Reluctant Hero?

= Thirty-Two = (Chapter List)

Three hours later, the trio exited an Outfitters store. They had lucked out on it as they cruised about Vale. It made a probably multi-store trip into a one-stop shop. Jaune walked out carrying a single bag. Nothing much different in his outfit aside from a new pair of black combat boots. His bag containing multiple boxes of 12guage shells.

Cardin was the next out. Like Jaune not much was different with his outfit, well aside from the leather ankle length duster he had fallen in love with at first sight. He carried a couple of bags, as he also decided he wanted Huntsmen quality underwear, and ammo for the pump action shotgun he had slung over his shoulder. The final addition was the machete hanging off his left hip.

Nora was the last to exit, her outfit totally changed, though pink was still that main colour, well pink camo. Cargo pants, combat boots, a thin turtleneck, topped off by a bomber style leather coat. Sheathed in the small of her back was a kukri, and on her right hip sat an empty ammo pouch. Again, everything was pink camo, except for the boots which were only available in black.

Jaune: Okay, so we've gotten geared up. Guess it's back to Beacon, and get ourselves organized.

Cardin: So we're going out tomorrow?

Nora: It is getting a little late, and I am kind of hungry.

Jaune: Yeah, I figure we could use a good, non-goo-covered rest and start out early tomorrow. Make a day of it. Pack a picnic lunch. You know, the whole nine yards.

Cardin: You want to have a picnic lunch in a Grimm and Deadite infested forest?

Nora: Yeah, that doesn't strike me as something very safe.

Jaune: You may have a point, but we're going to be out there for hours, so we should pack a lunch.

Nora: But a picnic?

Jaune: Why not? I mean, we have to eat, so we might as well enjoy it when we do.

Cardin: Again. Grimm and Deadite infested forest?

Jaune: Listen, and this is probably the most important thing I can tell you, aside from, always try and keep your mouth closed. Actually, that is the most important thing to keep in mind.

Nora: Okay, I get that. These things are rather... gooey.

Cardin: And seem to love to explode, when you put them down. It's almost like fighting Demonic Creepers in Minecraft.

Jaune: You play Minecraft?

Cardin: What of it? It's relaxing, and I've been working on this insane build of a scale sized replica of Atlas for the last few years.

Nora: Years?

Cardin: Well, there is only so much time in a day, and I did have school and training. It's not like I could spend all day on my private server. Do you guys play? As long as you promise not to grief, I'll send you invites, give you good gear, and...

Nora: Thanks, but I'm more into Terraria.

Cardin: Cool. How about you, Jaune?

Jaune: Um... ah... Never played.

Cardin: WHAT? How could you have NEVER played Minecraft!

Jaune: I just never have, okay.

Nora: Do you play any video games? Have you played any video games?

Jaune: Of course.

Nora: What?

Jaune: SimCity.

Cardin: That's a pretty good game.

Nora: I agree, but we will definitely need to get him on to our servers. Show him what he's missing out on.

Cardin: Our servers?

Nora: Same rules apply, as for your server. No griefing, but I wouldn't mind having some people to play with. Could even start up a new map. Start from scratch.

Cardin: I'm game. I tried it back when it first came out, but I'll give it another chance.

Nora: You'll love it. They've added so much stuff.

Cardin: But you have to join my server as well.

Nora: I will. Minecraft is a good, slow paced game. Very relaxing.

Cardin: Okay. How about you, Jaune? Are you going to join in? I mean, we can use it to relax after we kick ass.

Jaune: I gue...

Nora: Nope. You're joining, no guessing.

Jaune: Okay, whatever. Let's get back to Beacon and put our stuff away.

[lovelykiri]

two times four

summary

You were teasing Bakugou ALL during school today- you didn't think anything would come of it, but boy were you wrong. He's been waiting all day to punish the hell out of you. The moment he gets back from his afterschool training, you're DONE for.

female reader

both UA third years

content warning

overstim, spanking, cursing, anger, daddy kink, thigh riding, fisting, breeding

full fic by spice🥧

Bakugou burst into your dorm, catching you off guard. You looked up from your homework, confused.

"Don't look at me like that! You know EXACTLY how you were acting today."

"Oh- that, I was just messing around. Don't get your panties in a bunch over it." you giggled, knowing this would piss him off further.

"Bedroom. Now." he said.

Shit.

You fucked up.

Bakugou picked you up, threw you over his shoulder, and carried you down to your bedroom. He then threw you down on the bed. He sat on top of you, straddling your waist and pinning your arms to the bed. He roughly kissed you, and then moved down to suck a hickey onto your neck, which drew a small moan from you.

He was marking what was his, after you paraded yourself around like a slut all day today.

"You like it when I mark you?"

"Y-Yes.. it feels so nice."

He reached around your back, finding the clasp of your bra, and undid it. He then took off his shirt and threw both of your shirts and your bra across the room.

He leaned down onto you and began to suck at one tit, his hand kneading the other. You moaned loudly and grabbed a fistful of his hair. After he had successfully marked one, he moved to the other.

"Oh- FUCK! DADDY!" you yelled.

"What did you call me?"

Your cheeks glowed a bright red, and you turned your head away from Bakugou's gaze, not meeting his eyes.

He got close to your ear and dropped his tone.

"Say it again for me."

"D-Daddy.."

"I didn't hear you." he said running his hand down your stomach, dangerously close to your jeans button.

You faced him, cheeks still red.

"Daddy!"

"That's more like it, princess."

Bakugou smiled and began to undo your jeans.

"Now, we get to your punishment."

"Punishment?

"Why yes, punishment." he said as he threw your jeans into the corner, his following them shortly after.

He ran a finger along the middle of your panties, causing you to moan in surprise.

"You're dripping for me and I haven't even taken your underwear off yet. Such a good girl for her daddy. But I haven't forgiven you for being a whore today. Ass up."

"Y-Yes sir." you said, flipping over.

"I'm gonna spank you for being so naughty. You have to count out loud though. If you don't count, we start over."

"O-Okay.." you closed your eyes as you felt one of Bakugou's calloused hands caress one of your ass cheeks, and relaxed a little, thinking he wouldn't go that hard.

Mistake.

Bakugou clapped down as hard as he could, drawing a scream from you.

Although it hurt, the pain mixed with pleasure. As the sting spread across your ass cheek, you heard a laugh.

"You didn't count, princess."

Shit- although... would being punished again really be so bad?

"Let's try again."

His hand came down with barely any warning.

"ONE!"

"TWO- NGH-"

"Louder, slut. Let the whole dorms know you're mine."

"THREE!!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!!"

"I think that's enough. Are you ready to be a good girl for me?"

"Y-Yes daddy.."

"Good."

You flipped over again, ass red and bruised.

Bakugou ran two fingers along your soaked panties again, and pushed them aside to run his fingers along your slit.

"Ngh- p-please daddy- I need you."

"So needy.." Bakugou pulled the soaked panties off of you, tossing it with the other articles of clothing.

His mouth moved down to meet your aching clit, and began to suck gently.

That stimulation alone had you seeing stars.

"Oh- Oh god.. DADDY!"

You felt Bakugou smile against you, continuing to suck your needy clit like it was his last meal.

He ran two fingers along your folds, before lightly circling your opening.

You tried to move your hips to get her to put them in, but found Bakugou's free arm holding down your waist.

Bakugou came up for a second.

"Princess, you're so needy. Little slut. You have to wait. Daddy knows what's good for you."

"Y-Yes sir.."

Bakugou chuckled and dipped his head back down, returning to your slightly swollen clit.

You threw your head back in a moan, and then felt two fingers slide inside your dripping cunt.

"F-FUCK! DADDY!"

Bakugou pumped his fingers for a few seconds, dipping in and out. The only sounds that could be heard was the wet noises of your pussy and your moans.

Bakugou brushed lightly against that one sweet spot that sent waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

You felt that familiar pressure begin to coil in your lower stomach.

"D-Daddy I'm gonna-"

You were interrupted by Bakugou pulling his fingers out.

"N-No- daddy, please, let me cum.. I pr-omise I'll be a good girl tomorrow, I'm sorry.." you mumbled, attempting to rub your legs together to relieve some of the aching desire to be touched.

Bakugou slapped your inner thighs and pulled them wide open with ease, making sure your cunt was up in the air for everyone to see.

"Make me cum and I'll let you cum."

"Y-Yes sir."

You moved positions, you were now on the floor with Bakugou sitting on the bed. He let his erect cock spring free of his boxers.

You tenderly took it into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip.

"F-fuck."

You smiled softly at the validation from your master- the one who had complete control over you right then. You sucked his cock deeper into your throat, continuing to swirl your tongue in ways that had his eyes glazed over from pure pleasure.

"P-Princess-"

You then began to suck harder and faster, having Bakugou seeing white. You began to use your hands around the base of his cock, causing him to moan in pleasure.

"Y-Y/n, m'gonna c-cum-"

Bakugou threw his head back, practically yelling as the orgasm crashed over him in waves, the pleasure being intensified with every second. Hot white cum shot down your throat, and you swallowed it as it leaked out, not wasting a drop of his seed.

You continued to suck him off and lightly jerk the base of his cock through the orgasm, which sent another one crashing through his body, more cum shooting down your throat.

You swallowed the last of it and looked up at him with complete need in your eyes.

After he caught his breath, he let you back up on the bed and sat in between your legs, holding them as far apart as they could go, making sure you couldn't relieve your need in any way. The cold air against your pussy made you shiver.

"You made me cum twice. That deserves a reward. But, I only told you to make me cum once. You see, daddy is very strict. So there will be a punishment for that. What's two times four?"

"E-Eight?"

"I'm going to make you cum eight times, princess. I don't care how bad it hurts- also, every time you touch me or cum without permission, I'm adding another."

"Y-Yes sir."

"Good." he said, cupping your dripping pussy.

He began to rub your aching clit again, harder with every shake of your legs. The stimulation of your clit alone was enough to make you cum- but you couldn't- not yet- not until Master says.

"Don't hold back your moans, dear. You're mine, be proud of it." he said, before dipping down to lap up your slick.

He popped up again.

"8 seconds. Count out loud. Then you can cum."

Then, he disappeared between your legs again, working his magic that had your legs shaking and your moans echoing through the dorms.

"One.."

"Two.."

"Three- ngh"

"Four."

"Five- oh fuck-"

"Six."

"Sev-"

But before you could get it out, that coil that had been building- the band that had been getting tighter and tighter for the hour you had been being edged- denied the right to cum, snapped as Bakugou hit that one damned spot that had your vision going spotty.

Bakugou was kind, and ate you out through the orgasm as your pussy fluttered hard around his tongue.

"Bad girl... then we're going nine times. And that didn't count."

"Y-Yes s-s-sir.." you said shakily, gripping the bedsheets so hard your knuckles were white.

"Come sit." Bakugou said, patting one of his thighs.

You obeyed and straddled his thigh, your slick cold and slimy against Bakugou's skin.

"You've made a mess, dear."

"I-I'm sorry daddy."

"It's quite alright, babydoll. Just means I'm doing well."

His hands ran down your body, eventually finding your hips and pushing your oversensitive pussy harder onto his thigh, which sent a shiver down your spine.

He began to move his thigh back and forth, pushing you down on it and forcing you to move the opposite way.

"Sh-shit daddy- I'm too sensitive- please-"

"Let me help you with this then. You can cum when you have to."

He moved his fingers down, feeling around for a second before finding your clit and rubbing on it some more.

"It hurts, daddy."

"Good. It should hurt."

"Ngh- I'm so close-"

That coil in you snapped again as Bakugou moved you roughly to his knee and forced you down on it.

"One down, eight more to go, babydoll."

"No- Please I'm so sensitive, sir."

"You wanted to cum right? You should be thanking me."

Before you could utter the words though, you felt something wrap around your throat, restricting your airflow as you were slammed back into the bed.

Bakugou began to roughly finger-fuck your sloppy cunt again, as you struggled for air.

"Cum for your daddy, princess."

He removed his hand from your throat. The stinging but relieving sensation of air entering your lungs again was enough to send you over the edge again, forcing out yet another powerful orgasm.

But Bakugou didn't stop. He slipped in a third finger, and began going faster.

"S-Sir! What are you doing?"

"What do you think princess? No cumming until my fist is inside of your tight little cunt."

"Y-Yes sir." you managed to get out as a fourth finger slipped in.

Before you could even get used to the fourth finger, a fifth was shoved inside, the pain being almost unbearable- but so amazing at the same time.

Bakugou's fist bottomed out inside you, hitting your walls and brushing over that sensitive spot (which was now aching and even more sensitive) far to quickly.

"It hurts!"

"I know- but you're so pretty like this. Squirming in pain, trying not to cum, just to please me. I can feel you holding back, you know."

It was true. The pain was making your vision go white- it was so good. You had been using all your strength to stop your oversensitive pussy from getting you punished.

"Cum, darling."

As soon as the words left his mouth, any resistance you had broke- your strength used. The most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced racked through you.

After squirting all over Bakugou's fist, you passed out for a minute.

"Six more- no sleeping yet."

"Y-Yes sir." you said foggily.

Bakugou smiled.

"I think you've earned my cock, don't you think?"

"D-Daddy no- please, I'm so sensitive and-"

While you were babbling, you didn't notice Bakugou lining up with your abused hole.

He snapped in, drawing a yell from you.

He began to thrust into you, giving you no time to get used to his length. He bottomed out, his thick cock brushing over your walls in a spectacular manner. Your legs wrapped around his back as you gripped the bedsheets as hard as you would muster.

"M'gonna breed this pretty little pussy- you'll be swollen with my children when I'm d-one with you." he stuttered out.

"I'm cumming inside. You don't have a choice."

Hot ropes of cum squirted against your cervix, making resisting your own release nearly impossible.

"Cum." he commanded

You came again, laying limp as it spread through your body, causing your legs to shake.

"Only a few more, love. From here, you have to yell what number we're on when you cum. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Get up." he commanded.

You obeyed, fearing punishment if you didn't comply.

"You've made a mess on me- clean me off while I finger fuck you as a punishment. You may only cum when I deem myself clean.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl."

You went into the bathroom and got a wet washcloth and brought it back. You began to wipe Bakugou off, starting with his chin.

You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your body, beginning to fuck you roughly.

You cleaned Bakugou up shakily, using whatever little strength you had left to stand and try not to cum, as he pistoled his fingers deep inside of you with a cocky smirk on his face.

You finished wiping down Bakugou's cock- the last part you had to clean. But something unexpected happened- Bakugou pulled his fingers out and held his hand out.

"What? I said clean my whole body. That includes my hands. Then you may cum. I assume you can do it without anyone touching you since you're obviously so close. Go on, wipe off your mess, slut."

You wiped Bakugou's hands off, and stood there, unsure of what to do.

"No hands allowed. No rubbing thighs allowed. Just think. That's all you're allowed to do. You can't sit down until I see that pretty little pussy shaking with pleasure for me. Oh, no breaking eye contact either."

"Y-Yes sir."

You stood as still as you could muster, looking at Bakugou's sadistic gaze. You thought about cumming- focused on it, trying to feel it in your brain.

Think of your pussy flapping wildly, squirting your juices everywhe-

And it happened.

You felt that band snap, your knees turned to jello, and your vision clouded. Slick ran down your legs, dripping down onto the floor.

"FOUR!" you called out, indicating how many orgasms you had left.

You tried to stand upright, but as soon as the orgasm finished, you collapsed onto Bakugou.

Bakugou picked you up and placed you back down on the bed.

He opened your legs again, letting you sit for a minute so you could gather in a puddle of your own wetness.

"No fingering this time. You can only have clit stimulation."

He began to rub lightly on your clit, pushing your legs back as wide as they could go any time you tried to bring them in even a little.

The need to cum was urgent- tears pricked at your eyes from trying your damn hardest not to cum.

You had never been so sloppily wet, feeling so empty, and it was quite embarrassing. The embarrassment had you dripping even more- ready to be sent over the edge at Bakugou's will.

"Cum for me, darling."

You had never obeyed orders so fast.

"THREE!

The orgasm rocked you, causing a sob to be let out. You attempted to close your legs, but Bakugou had other plans and continued to hold your legs as far apart as they could go.

He ran his fingers down your center, getting up as much of your arousal as he could, and shoved two fingers into your mouth.

"Suck." he commanded.

You sucked your sweet juices off of his finger, waiting for his next commands.

"Touch yourself. No breaking eye contact."

"Yes sir."

You began to swirl your clit, moaning his name while looking into his eyes. He was stroking his cock, watching you finger yourself. This excited you and you slipped your fingers into your pussy. The slipperiness startled you as your fingers went up with ease, instantly finding your g-spot.

"C-Cum." Bakugou managed, as he released onto your stomach.

You snapped again, cumming around your fingers.

"TWO!"

You pulled your fingers out, a string of your wetness still attached.

"So disgusting. Dirty slut. Now suck it off your hand."

You sucked off your slick again, never once breaking eye contact with your master.

"I'm gonna breed your little pussy again, I'm gonna make your stomach swell with my cum, and you're gonna like it."

"Yes sir."

He thrust into you, the squelching sounds of two soaked bodies slapping together being the only sounds filling the room, other than your moans.

He positioned himself right up against your womb, cumming directly into it without a warning.

The sudden heat made you gasp, and you looked at him BEGGING him for a release.

"Cum."

"ONE!"

He thrusted into you through your orgasm- and just when you caught your breath again, he went even faster than he had been before.

"Last one. Make it good."

"Y-Yes sir!" you said

He smirked.

"Look at the outline of my cock in your stomach. I'm so deep, princess. You're being such a good slut for daddy."

"Thank you sir!" you moaned out.

"Cum now, princess."

"Y-yes sir!"

"ZERO!"

You shook with a raging force, squirting everywhere once more.

You almost instantly fell back, closing your eyes as cum leaked from your abused pussy.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Did i hurt you? Are you okay?"

"M'fine.. just tired... sore.."

"You must be so tired, but you took me so well. Let's get you a warm bath- that might help with the soreness." he said tenderly.

You two were in the bath, gingerly washing each other off.

You two finished washing up and he carried you out to your room, brushing your hair and slipping you into a fresh pair of panties and some PJ'S.

He looked around the room, seeing what a mess it was and how gross the bed was.

Yeah- no way in hell you could sleep there tonight.

He brought you to his room and slipped you into the bed with him, then cuddled up with you.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Mmhmm?"

"You aren't allowed to cover those hickeys at school tomorrow."

"Figured." you sighed, cuddling into him more.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Bakugou."

[bcbdrums]

Pancakes//Surprised

FFn link --> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13577191/14/The-Little-Ones

@midnightcaptions is to blame for the pancakes.  Idle comment in chat went crazy.  And the rest of the concept was inspired by @gothicthundra‘s 13th chapter of Lipsky Family Shorts.

Enjoy the uber-fluff!

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Shego wasn't surprised by much anymore, given the way her life had changed.

She wasn't surprised to wake up alone, since, at nine months pregnant she tended to sleep in, and her poor sweet husband still barely slept for six hours a night despite years of her training him.

She wasn't surprised to hear sounds of voices and utensils coming from the kitchen—and she was grateful their bedroom was far from it—as their daughter was an early riser like her husband. She also wasn't surprised that her husband had been making a point of waking before their young daughter for the last several months, to make sure she didn't come bounding into the bedroom and 'disrupt her beauty rest' as her husband put it.

More like, avoid making the pregnant woman grumpy, who might then take it out on the blue man with glowing green fury. It was a self-serving motive. Or, that's what she told herself on her bad days. She knew of course, his motives were pure.

When she arrived at the kitchen, she wasn't surprised to see her husband clad in an apron, and the shiny black hair of their three-year-old daughter just visible above the top of the counter. A wooden spoon was being waved in the air by a tiny hand that came from somewhere below the counter, near the hair.

"Can I stir?" the small voice said.

Drakken smiled a bright greeting at Shego as she silently entered the room, and then he reached down and hefted their daughter up to rest on his hip as she waved the spoon without coordination toward the large, metal mixing bowl. Shego watched Drakken try to hide the wince on his face from the effort, but he could no more hide that from her than he could the gray in his hair. She was grateful they'd had kids right away, so that Drakken could enjoy the years when the children would have boundless energy before nature forced him to slow down.

The wooden spoon held by the tiny fist descended into the bowl, and it hit the side with a soft metal thud, doing so more than it actually seemed to stir. After a small drop of batter was flung out of the bowl and hit Drakken's cheek, his spoon joined the process.

"I want to stir... Mama!" The excited grin on her daughter's face made Shego's own grow. "We're making pancakes!"

"I see that. Is Daddy letting you stir, AJ?"

Drakken gave her a look, and Shego only gave him a knowing smirk. He hated the nickname that she'd given their daughter, and the conversation about it was still repeated many, many times.

"We need to get her used to it."

"It's a boy's name!"

"And it's what everyone is going to call her in school, so she may as well learn to like it from us."

"They won't call her that!"

"Do you not remember being a kid?"

That was where it always stopped. But it didn't prevent Drakken from bringing it up again almost every day. But he never did so in front of their daughter, so Shego knew she could get away with it for awhile.

"Daddy, why doesn't Mama cook?" Abby asked, peering up at her father.

"Yeah Daddy," Shego echoed, "why don't I cook?"

Drakken gave her a look, and Shego's smirk grew. Neither expression lasted as they kept eye contact throughout Drakken's response.

"Mama does cook sometimes," he stated simply, continuing to stir the pancake batter which their daughter had abandoned as she stared at her father's chin.

As long as it had taken them to get used to calling one another by their real names, which still sometimes felt out of place, calling one another by their parental appellations had been very easy. And it usually brought an extra joy that they shared through a look, as they were now.

Being parents, especially as difficult a journey as it had been to arrive there, meant everything to them.

"Grandma says that Mama can't cook."

Shego's brow rose as Drakken startled and looked down at their daughter in shock. He cast a wary glance at his wife and winced as he saw that Shego's jaw was clamped shut.

"When did she say that?" Drakken asked cautiously.

"When you were on your trip. She th-..th-..." the girl stuttered slightly while thinking of the word, "th-threw away Mama's cookies. And my lunches."

Shego's teeth were bared as she glared at Drakken, who kept casting fearful glances in her direction as he quickly set their daughter back on the floor.

"Down you go, Abby Joy," he said a bit shakily. "Would you like to set the table while I cook the pancakes? Mama can help you get the plates."

"Yes!" the toddler said brightly.

Shego slowly rose, a hand over her belly as she tried to quell the swirling anger and heat rising within her. She'd worked really hard on the food for Abby while she and Drakken had taken a weekend trip for some alone time.

As she got the plates from the cupboard she noticed another pan on the stove with something dark reducing, like a caramel. She sniffed the air and thought she recognized the scent, but she wasn't sure.

"Be careful, AJ," she said, handing the three plates to her daughter who was beaming with pride for being trusted with the task.

Shego sidled up to Drakken.

"I had no idea!" he whispered anxiously, giving her an apologetic glance as he flipped a pancake.

"After this kid comes out I'll find a way to get her back," she muttered in reply.

"Shego!" he whined quietly, his eyes pleading.

Just then, a shatter.

"Uh oh."

Shego and Drakken whirled to see that the top plate on the stack of three had slid to the tiled floor and broken into several pieces at their daughter's feet.

"Don't move!" they both cried in alarm. They looked at each other as Abby's face began to redden and her eyes crinkled with the onset of tears.

"I'll—"

"No," Drakken interrupted, "you finish here. I don't want you trying to get on the floor."

Drakken pushed the spatula into Shego's hands, and she stood dumbstruck for a moment and watched as her husband crossed the kitchen in two large steps, put the remaining two plates on the table, and then scooped their wailing daughter up into his arms.

Shego listened to his soft murmurings that they weren't mad and that it was just an accident, cradling their daughter close to his chest as her tears fell. It was only when Shego smelled burning that she spun around and saw that the pancake on the griddle was smoking. She bit back a curse and lifted the entire pan up to slide the ruined pancake onto the short stack Drakken had already cooked. She could eat that one...

While Drakken dealt with the broken plate and comforted Abby, Shego focused on the task she'd been given as she understood it. Butter the pan...ladle the batter...wait for bubbles...flip. And then wait again and hope she guessed right. Pancakes were easy, Drakken had told her a few years back when he'd taught her. She couldn't mess up pancakes...right?

The burned one was still making her nervous, but the others were going well so far. Her baby bump made things a bit awkward, and she stayed a step back from the stove just in case.

A soft bump against her leg startled her, and she looked down into her daughter's tear-bright eyes.

"Mama needs to concentrate, Sweetie..." she said gently, looking back at the pan as her daughter hugged her leg.

"Daddy said to stay with you while he cleans up the broken plate."

"Okay," Shego said. She peered down at the dark hair again and the face pressing against her stretch pants. "You did so well helping Daddy with the pancake batter. They're going to taste great!"

Abby looked up with a shy smile, and Shego grinned confidently at her. Their daughter was already showing a mixture of traits from both of them in her personality, with her matter-of-fact way of talking but her shyness in approaching unknown things. It didn't feel like she'd been theirs for three years, as some days it felt like it had been forever and other days like they were brand new parents. But it was always a joy.

Shego reached down and ruffled the girl's hair. "My Abby Joy."

Abby giggled, and then turned as Drakken spoke.

"All done!"

Abby ran over to hug her father around the knees, and then she scampered away to parts unknown. Her rapidly shifting attention and focus was another trait of Drakken's. Also very typical for her age. Shego noted that not only was the broken plate cleaned up, but the table was set and ready with plates, utensils, and toppings. All that was missing were the pancakes.

Drakken stepped up and looked at where Shego had created a large, haphazard pile of the steaming breakfast cakes on a paper towel. He lifted his brow at her.

"So I can't stack. At least I've only burned one."

His brow rose higher.

"Maybe four. But only one is bad."

Drakken grinned and started organizing her pancake pile. "This is more than enough. We'll save the rest of the batter for tomorrow."

Shego felt a wash of relief as she dropped the ladle in the mixing bowl and tossed the spatula into the sink. She turned off the burner and then glanced at the other pan where whatever was reducing had thickened more.

"Uh...should I have been watching this?" she asked.

Drakken glanced up and smiled. "No. But you can turn the burner off, it's ready."

Shego did so. "What is it?"

Drakken carried the pancake stack to the table and glanced back at her with a sly smile. "Taste it. But be careful, it's—"

"Hot, yeah, I get it."

She dipped in the spoon he'd been using to stir at one point and watched the thick, translucent, reddish-gold liquid drip off of the metal. She waited several seconds before testing it with the tip of her tongue, and then licked at the sweet concoction a bit more. It was very familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"What is it?" she repeated as Drakken came back to her side.

He set his arms around her from behind, one hand holding her shoulder as the other gently rubbed her large baby bump.

"You can't tell?"

She shook her head and leaned back into him. He furrowed his brow and took the spoon from her and tasted what she'd left of the sticky substance there. She watched as his face twisted further in confusion.

"It tastes like it should... Maybe your taste buds have changed," he said with a sigh.

"I still like it," she encouraged him. "What is it?"

He set the spoon down and held her shoulder again.

"It's watermelon caramel."

Shego's brow rose. Suddenly the familiarity of the taste became clear. She turned around to face him, setting her arms around his neck as her belly pressed into him.

"Where have you been hiding a watermelon?" she asked with a grin.

"At the back of the fridge," he said. "It was a small one."

Her brow crinkled. "None left?" she asked, pressing closer to him. His arms went around her waist.

"I used it all. It was a very small one. They're out of season," he explained with an apologetic smile. "You can put the caramel on your pancakes."

Shego pulled him closer until their foreheads touched, smirking all the while.

"Unless..." Drakken grinned and lowered his voice, "you'd rather have some sugar?"

"I'd love some," she said, just before their lips met.

Shego lost herself in his touch, as she always did, until a bump against her legs brought her back from the soaring high of his kiss. Drakken however, didn't seem to be aware as his lips floated over hers and his tongue skimmed the edge of her teeth, attempting further entrance.

"Mama? Daddy? Are the pancakes ready?"

Drakken opened his eyes and peered down along with Shego, though their lips didn't part.

"Mm-hm," Drakken acknowledged their daughter, turning his attention back to Shego. He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes and he gave her a dangerous look. "We haven't really said 'good morning' today," he said in a hush, his voice deep.

Shego felt her heart race and in seconds was again lost in his kiss, gentle and tame as it was in front of their daughter.

"Stop kissing. You're always kissing!" Abby complained at their feet, her tiny hands pushing on their legs.

Shego turned her head out of the kiss slightly to grin down at their frustrated little angel. She was short-tempered at times, and demanding; both traits of her mother's.

"We can't stop," Shego smiled against Drakken's lips. "We're stuck together."

Drakken's shoulders shook with silent laughter at the familiar joke as Shego returned to their kiss. It had only fooled Abby once. Briefly.

"No you're not!" Abby whined, wiggling between them and pushing hard on their legs to separate them.

They gave in and stepped back, Shego leaning against the counter as she chuckled while Drakken picked up their daughter and hugged her close.

"We could kiss you instead?" he said.

"No!"

In unison, Drakken and Shego leaned forward to kiss Abby's cheeks. The girl squealed and wiggled in Drakken's grasp, so that he stepped back and held her tighter.

"It tickles!"

Drakken continued kissing her cheek as she squirmed and laughed until he plopped her in her booster seat in her designated chair. Shego slowly took her seat, and Drakken stepped over just in time to help her push her chair in before heading back to the stove. He poured the caramel into a dish while Shego put a pancake on Abby's plate and began cutting it into small pieces. Just as she finished, Drakken returned without his apron and placed the caramel in front of her.

"How many?" he asked her, beginning to set pancakes on her plate.

"Three."

He served himself the same and then sat down as both he and Shego dressed their breakfast to their preference.

"Butter..." Abby said, watching with a smile. "Blueberries for Daddy... Strawberries for Mama... And both for me!"

"And both for Abby Joy!" Drakken echoed, spooning some of the fruit onto her plate.

Abby's attention however had shifted to Shego, who was pouring the watermelon caramel over her pancakes instead of maple syrup.

"What's that?" Abby asked, pointing.

"Your Daddy made me watermelon caramel. It's like syrup, but it's thicker and it tastes different," Shego explained.

"Can I try?"

Shego took Abby's fork and dipped it in the thick liquid, handing it back to her once the blunted tines were coated. She and Drakken watched as their daughter stuck the fork in her mouth and sucked on it. After a few moments she made a face.

"Hmm... I don't like watermelon," she declared.

Shego froze and looked up at Drakken who was equally startled. They blinked at each other for several seconds before bursting into laughter that was loud and long.

"Mama? Daddy? What's so funny? Stop laughing! What's so funny?"