#bitty pea

[hashileio]

pringle & pea are off to cause mayhem and promise to be back before 8pm

[cubbihue]

It would be nice to hear from Wanda and Cosmo! It is kind of nice that you guys have two children like your own family does. Are you two still close to your siblings? Wanda has a sibling and Cosmo also have a sibling just like Timmy and Peri. Do they share some sibling stories to your children?

Wanda and Cosmo both reconnected with their siblings shortly after having Peri. Or, well. More like Blonda reentered their lives once she realized she had a baby nephew. Eventually, they slowly patched things up the more Blonda came to visit Peri.

Schnozmo was dragged back kicking and screaming. Mama Cosma refuses to have her sons live estranged lives now that she has a grandchild in the picture. Schnozmo doesn't know how to handle children, but he's doing his best.

Peri likes Schnozmo because he makes silly noises and funny stories. But he prefers Blonda's theatrics much more and loves playing Dress Up with her.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[6-million-bees]

My mom keeps on talking about how I don't know love until I have a child.

Well guess what! I have a baby

My baby:

She's so fucking cute

[trashcatmonster]

hehehe here’s something for @hashileio with their bitties pringle and pea, i hope you guys enjoy!

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The cliff is tall, dangerous, a too loose grip could send him plummeting to injury and agony below. It sends a thrill through him as he hoists himself up onto an edge, rough texture teasing at his bones and catching at his clothes.

Pea is somewhere above him, scouting out new hand holds while Pringle takes a second to catch his breath. Shit it was a lot of work to get up this high. He leans forward a little, grunting in acknowledgment when Pea grabs his hood to keep him from tumbling to the ground far below them.

He can’t even see the path they’d made while they were climbing, and tipping back showed just how far they had to go still. (Technically, they could both just short cut to the top, but Pea had said something about that taking the adventure out of it, and Pringle kind of agreed. More fun this way.)

“OUR GOAL IS JUST A LITTLE FURTHER!” Pea says, drawing Pringle’s eye lights to him. He’s got stars in his sockets, the blue shapes shaded with the yellow of justice magic shining through his patience.

Pringle’s sharp grin grows.

“ungodly amounts of treasure here we come,” he says, snickering when Pea’s excitement manifests as a loud whoop.

He rests for a few more minutes, and then he’s scrambling to his feet so Pea (who had already scaled another precarious edge) could pull him up the surface they were climbing.

What felt like hours later, Pringle could see the top. The massive mesa with a gold mine, waiting just for him and Pea to plunder it.

“What are you two doing in my laundry?”

Pringle yelps at your voice, foot slipping off a fold in a silky fabric that didn’t have a whole lot of great traction in the first place.

“PRINGLE!” Pea shouts, already on his knees atop the wadded shirt he’d been resting on while he waited for Pringle to catch up, hand outstretched like he’d be able to catch him.

(He could’ve with blue magic, but that would ruin the drama of it all.)

Thankfully, Pringle doesn’t have to worry about actually hitting the floor and getting a little bruised because you’ve swooped in and snatched him out of the air.

Pringle breathes heavily, magic flaring in his bones while he stares up at you and your exasperated look.

“I leave for five minutes, and you two are scaling my laundry basket?” you ask, looking away from Pringle and towards Pea who, in your distraction, was now struggling to get onto the coffee table.

Pringle panics, wanting to let Pea get to the prize they’d been chasing, and immediately latches his fangs into your thumb.

You yelp, but Pringle has bitten you enough times by now that you don’t drop him.

“Hey!” you protest, using your other hand to gently pry Pringle away from you. He lets go, because he doesn’t actually want to make you bleed, and you wisely hold him aloft by his jacket.

Pea lets out a victorious shout, and Pringle grins when you look at his comrade just he shortcuts off the table into their rendezvous point. The other bitty had rightly assumed you would probably try to discourage their pilfering of your candy, and had set a point for them to meet back up later if either of them got compromised.

The look you give Pringle is exasperated but fond, your hand on your hip as you watch him with a raised eyebrow.

Pringle just continues to give you his shit eating grin, hanging limply from your fingers.

“Alright, you guys thought that one out pretty well I guess. Enjoy your stolen chocolate,” you tease, setting Pringle down and snorting when he shortcuts to where he knows Pea has hunkered down.

“Absolute handfuls,” you mutter, rolling your eyes and sitting on your couch so you can resume folding your laundry, “honestly.”

[chigirisprincess]

i wana write kafka porn so bad but i DO NOT wanna play hsr

[blkkizzat]

@ 𝙭𝙓𝘿𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙂𝙤𝙙69𝙓𝙭 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮...

AND GOD KNOWS I'M TRYIN', BUT THERE'S JUST NO USE IN DENYING... ❤︎︎︎︎ THE OTAKU IS MINE ❤︎︎

⏯︎︎ OTAKU!GOJO X BIMBO!READER SERIES

bunny, how on earth did you end up dating this huge otaku nerd? urgh, you actually like him and match his freak too? and he buys you what?! omg! what will your friends think?!

⏯︎︎ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

𖦏 genre: college au

𖦏 ratings: 18+MDNI. unprotected, ecchi gojo, dubcon, cnc, bdsm, puppy play, public sex, creampies, spanking, sugar daddy/baby dynamics, edging, squirting, threesums, femdom, the ridiculous ass pervy pet names gojo gives you & reader is called 'bunny' in lieu of 'y/n'. each story will have warnings on its story page.

𖦏 pre register: comment to be tagged. i may not respond to everyone but rest assured if you comment you will be tagged!

𖦏 gamer's guide: all fics are listed in chronological order, but likely won't be written in chronological order. summaries subject to change slightly. they also will be written over time so please don't rush me for the next installment but feel free to ask me questions i love talking about this lil freak❤︎︎

⏯︎︎ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘:

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟏: ❝ DIGIMON—BUT MAKING U CUM IS MY REAL HOBBY! ❞

𖦏 your best friend gojo is a hopeless otaku virgin with zero rizz that's still obsessed with digimon—despite being a grown ass man. you're a slut who despite her best whoring efforts—can't cum. you'll take his v-card and he'll fix your broken pussy, deal? ⏯︎︎ plays: 13.3k

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟐: ❝ STICKS N' STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT CHAINS N' WHIPS EXCITE ME! ❞

𖦏 so now that you have a filthy rich boyfie who is completely obsessed with you and has moved you into his house, you're winning, right? or you will be at least— if can survive a trip to the sex dungeon. don't worry it's professionally sanitized after each use! ...what? that's not what you're worried about? oh... ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟑: ❝ AND ALL OF THAT WAS OKAY, CAUSE IT WAS IN A 3-WAY!❞

𖦏 the three of you: you, gojo and geto are like peas in a pod, especially since its summer! and if two of you start f*cking in that pod well its only natural that the third want to join in, right? besides, you both already want to f*ck him. just make sure your current boyfie doesn't get too jealous from how hard you are moaning on your other besties' joystick. your only his ecchi angel, remember? ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟒: ❝ IN THE BEDROOM I BE SCREAMIN', BUT OUTSIDE I KEEP IT QUIET—OR TRY TO AT LEAST!❞

𖦏 you can only keep your relationship underwraps from the rest of your friend group for so long. but you need to ease them into the idea first! although, when there's a yacht party for nanami's bday how is your uber clingy otaku boyfie supposed to keep his hands off of you when you're looking like the most perfect pervy princess in that itty bitty swimsuit? ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟓: ❝ YEAH, HE MY MAN, HE WAS NEVER YO TYPE! ❞

𖦏 school is back! thankfully you somehow manage to instill some kind of decency into your otaku boyfie over the summer so he can come across as normal enough to make his own friends. but did you do too good of a job? wait, he actually has a lil rizz now? you mean you aren't the only girl attracted to him anymore... hol'up! ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

𝐥𝐯𝐥 𝟔: ❝ MOVE IT UP, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, OH—SWITCH IT UP LIKE NINTENDO! ❞

𖦏 hey, when did you become freaker than your otaku boyfie? so he caught you touching yourself to his femdom p0rn when he came back early from a business trip? yikes! now he wants to try it out with you? don't worry you will do a great job training your new play puppy boyfie! ⏯︎︎ plays: lvl in-progress

⏯︎︎ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒:

𖦏 soundtrack: [ x ] 𖦏 moodboards: [ lvl 1 ] 𖦏 amazing art by amazing readers: [ x ] 𖦏 faq/thirsts: [ x ]

©𝐛𝐥𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐟𝐱, 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.︎︎

[lokissweater]

babe omg that mlb! megumi sneak peak.. bye im drooling.. WAIT HEAR ME OUT the assailant says some absolute bullshit as the pair are walking off and it sends reader whirling back to throw a punch slap kick WTV. U NAME IT. plenty of options on the table — OF HER OWN. either defending her man or simply her own ground if u get what im putting down 👅👅 just imagining her pick up his violent tendencies would actually send me spiraling down a 50k metre mountain

YEEESSSSUHHHH omg because reader and mlb!megumi are actually two peas in a pod and twin flames and have picked up on each others little sayings and habits, INCLUDING gumi’s fiery side when it’s appropriate 🫦🫦

maybe the player would spit out another insult, but a BAD ONE, something about megumi not deserving a spot on his mlb team and reader literally WHIRLS AROUND and slaps him straight across the face, sending the other player doubling over to the side and clutching his stinging cheek, megumi immediately grabbing her hand and pulling her away to the locker rooms with a satisfied itty bitty smirk on his face, happy that his pretty little thing cares so much about him to defend him like that when it is rightfully due, and softly laughing at the way she’s absolutely fuming and bothered by everything that happened with that player, even when they’re back in the locker rooms and he’s changing— him having to literally squish her cheeks together and peck her lips to distract her mind from the events on the field 🫦🫦

[pedge-page]

omg imagine PK x Plushies i love you so much girl you are amazing

Plushies x Piss Kink Crossover - Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: The crossover that was bound to happen and its HEREREEEEEEEE. This is more Plushies!verse setting and they discover a lil piss kink.

Warnings: PissKink, Plushies humping, yes we are peeing on the plush, premature ejaculation, assisted male masturbation, crying, jealous!Joel, and a HINT (just a bit) of sub!Joel at the end

18+ ONLY

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“What’s this one? Benny the Buffalo?” Joel asks, staring down at the brown fuzzy stuffed animal in his hands.

“No, dummy, that’s Biscuit, the Bison,” you retort, not even looking at him as you continue reading.

The two of you are lying down on your new “shared” bed, and Joel has decided its time he get to know his roommates on first name basis.

“Course. And this?” He snatches the white rabbit next. “BunBun?”

“Carrot.”

“Appropriate. How about Ghosty over here?”

“Casper.”

“How original. Aaaannnddd....?” He shoves the next one in your face to get your attention: a fat baby chick with an enormous orange bill.

“Mr Quakers,” you answer matter-of-factly.

“I bet he’s loads of fun on that little nub of yours,” he snickers. He tosses the poor chick like a free-throw basketball across the room.

He grabs the next one, buried waaaay in the back of your bed under all the rest. “Alright, Let me guess… Hammy the Hamster.”

“No that’s—“ you take one look at the one currently in his palms: a medium sized hamster with bitty hands and a large head as big as his squat body. Quickly hiding your shocked expressions, you go back to your book and say very casually, “Um…that’s… Frank.”

“Frank?”

“Mhm.”

“Just Frank.”

“Yup.”

“Frank the Hamster. How does that make sense?”

“Well I didn’t name him.”

“And who did?"

You swallow, wondering why Joel’s got so many goddamn questions about the naming conventions of your stuffed animals. “Um … Frank did…”

“Stuck up fella, naming the thing after him. Who was this “Frank” then. Your uncle? Was he as perverted as me?”

“No. Frank’s… my ex.”

Your face feels hot, avoiding his gaze and trying to look anywhere but at him. 

Joel stares at you with an unreadable expression, then back to the fisted squishy hamster plush. He contemplates for what feels like an eternity. There’s an uneasy silence hanging in the air, and your heart is beating out of your chest, wondering what he may be thinking about those word resonating in his ears.

He clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth into diamonds while looking at something so extremely soft and huggable. You hope maybe he’ll just dropkick it out the window at worst, but instead: 

“Hands and knees on the floor. We’re fucking Frankie the Hamster tonight.”

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There was no “we”. What he really meant was YOU are fucking Frank the Hamster tonight, and he is pinning you down and forcing you to grind on it harder.

“Joel—that—feels… uncomfortable.”

He’s not rubbing his cock along your ass, or nudging your clit or kissing you. Instead, he’s caged you between the thick mass of his sold body and the hamster on the floor, your legs spread out with his knees along the inside of your calves to keep them open.

He keeps rubbing along your pelvis, palm digging into the squishy part right below your belly, pressing hard against your bladder.

“Joel,” you warn again. Your legs quiver with the rapid build, too afraid to push him off entirely. He’s steaming, that’s for sure, but why torture you above the little helpless guy?

“S’matter? You don’t like rubbing your slutty pussy over your ex’s face?”

“It’s just a stuffed animal—ow!” You cry as Joel pinches your nipple through your shirt.

“You grind on Frankie’s face before?”

“N-no. Never,” you swear. 

“Mmm. Not sure I believe you, sweet pea. Kept him all these years, didn’t ya?”

You shake your head, too afraid to face him. You really hadn’t been grinding on the hamster ever. In fact, you nearly forgetting of his existence until Joel fished him up while asking everyone’s name. 

He forces your back to arch even more drastically, putting more pressure between your naked cunt and the soft squish bellow you. You furrow your brows, fear creeping between your spread legs, unable to clench against something to brush off the mounting pressure in you.

“Joel please—I really need to go...” you didn't want to finish the sentences. He wasn't pleasuring with his hands you in the right places so much as building pressure in the wrong one.

“Go where? I’m all you need. Right. Here.” His fingers dig possessively into your side while his other hand pushes into your lower belly.

You shake your head again. Heart racing now that you no longer care about your pleasure and are more concerned with the mess of forbidden bodily fluids you’re about to rain all over your poor Frankie—

It hits you with burning desire mixed with an irksome bile. You gasp out angrily. 

This. Mother. Fucking. Asshole.

Joel smirks into your neck behind you, as if reading your mind figuring out his evil little plan. 

“S’wrong, angel? Would you rather be doing this with any of MY plushies I’ve spoiled you with?”

“I—you—“ you grit your teeth, eyes closing as a wave of panic washes deep through your core. You’re desperate not to make a mess, a fool of yourself to tame his sadistic need to own every inch of control over you.

He hears the little staggered pants from your lips. “Do it,” he commands softly but with finality, laced with a sadistic “win” for him.

A tear slips down your cheek as you moan sadly, your stomach giving up and unclenching as the walls of your bladder breaks, and hot urine spills into the stuffed animal’s face currently wedged so tightly against your entrance. 

“Shhhhhh,” he coos, finally grinding himself against your ass. He can hear the feint rushing liquid of your piss splatting into the cotton. 

He presses you further into its plush softness, suffocating every inch of your crotch so that it absorbs all the nasty warm juice squeezing out of you like a lemon. Your legs quiver violently as you can’t help but release more and more, flowing out as if by his demand and feeling the poor plush get heavy with the rush filling its cotton innards up.

"Naughty girl, am I making you piss all over your ex's face? Little Frankie doesn't deserve that does he?" He taunts, fully well intending for this to exactly happen as he wanred.

There’s so much, and another tear slips passed you, but this one because it feels so—relieving. It’s gross and nasty, embarrassing and heartbreaking all at once, and it makes you hump against him and the dampened hamster even more. 

Joel feel the quickened breaths coming out desperately from your nose as you grind down on the defiled thing all soaked up with your own piss. Your hips are frantic, smothering your cunt with the piss-logged plush desperately, as if you were trying to...

“Shit—are you…?”

You cry out in response, mouth agape with satisfied groans when you clit catches along the wet seams just right and you find yourself cumming on the sad wet thing drowned below you.

Joel clears his throat in surprise. His cock pulses on its own and floods the inside of his pants in white strings of his seed.

Did he think you would probably cry? Yes.

Did he want you to pee and destroy your ex’s little gift to you? Yes.

Did he expect you to fucking cum from it? Um.

Did he know HE would cum from it??? No. Definitely not. 

His teeth grind against one another trying not to think about how perverted he is, pulling away from you so you can’t feel his sticky spent through his trousers and on to your back. 

The squishy lump below you begins seeping the now cooled piss into the floor boards. You sigh deeply, not sure what to do now that your little punishment has turned into—something wilder.

You feel a gentle kiss along your cheek, his thumb caressing away your tears.

“That was hot,” He admits plainly.

You cover your face to hide your smile. It’s gross. It really is. Should be embarrassing. You don’t even want to think about the hamster on the floor, the memories you’ve just soddened with your own fucking piss. 

He helps you off the floor. Your thighs still shake, the uncomfortable feeling hanging there in disgust now that you’re mentally sober again.

He guides you to the shower where you both wash up quietly.

“Um—listen I didn’t… I don’t know why you would keep your ex’s stuff but…I mean I’m reasonably… it doesn’t make me feel great, so ya can’t blame me, for getting jealous—“

You shut him up but tugging against his half hard cock.

“First of all,” you say, the sudden boldness in your voice blanking his mind into submission under your touch.

“That plush, was from my first boyfriend—in high school. We dated for 2 months,” you continued, your fingers gripping his base with a gentle squeeze, feeling him swell to full mass, “and then he realized he liked boys. That was it. We laughed about it and stayed good friends. He gave me the stuffed animal as a parting gift to college for helping him through it all.”

You stop rubbing his cock and Joel opens his eyes. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“So…Frank’s just… a friend…”

You kiss his collarbone. “Just a friend,” you repeat.

The water coats his back soothingly. An ache that had formed in his muscles, the strain of aggression tickling his brain from the minute he heard you had a stuffed animal named after your ex, still in your bed after years, had suddenly vanished. 

“Why—why would you say hes your ex and not just your old friend? Why'd ya let me make you do that to it?” He asks, concerned now that he’s ruined something sentimental to you over his quickness to jealousy.

“Because—“ you nip along the swell of his chest, both hands working along his hardened cock. “You wanted it.” Your thumb swipes along his tip, the precum feeling sticky despite the shower water drenching you. 

He moans, head falling into your shoulder as he thrusts his length into your palm. 

As your wrist continues to jerk him off, your lips ghost the shell of his ear with a deadly, lascivious whisper: 

“And I’m too crazy for you to say no.”

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[stormsbreadth]

this is a genuine struggle for me BUT I just got back from Germany where they served us plates of kohlrabi and dip every day and I have to say that was not something I'd previously thought of but I do highly recommend.

raw vegetable hours

this poll is for things that you would conceivably eat on its own, with your hands, e.g., a plate of only carrots + dip. don't submit something like lettuce or something else that's just part of a salad because if you are just eating a bowl of lettuce and dressing with your bare hands you are lying

[justlookfrightened]

Silver Fox

Filling a prompt from @goddess47: Post-comic: Jack finds some gray hairs when he's shaving.

Jack wasn’t even really paying attention when it happened.

He was in the bathroom, getting ready for the blueberry picking excursion Bitty organized each summer, clad in shorts and an old Samwell T-shirt, old sneakers and the calf-high socks Bitty always laughed at.

Bitty was next to him at the vanity, adding a layer of sunscreen to the moisturizer that was part of his daily facial skin care routine.

“You have to moisturize, Jack,” Bitty was insisting. Again. Like every day when they ended up getting ready in the bathroom at the same time.

“What are you worried about?” Jack said. “Bits, you’re 25.”

“And I make my living in front of the public,” Bitty said. “You can’t tell me your mother didn’t tell you about proper skin care. And I might not have lines yet, but now is the time. I shudder to think of my childhood.”

“Uh-huh,” Jack said, spreading shaving gel over the lower half of his face.

“How much time I spent outside in the summer,” Bitty went on. “Helping MooMaw in the garden, mowing the lawn, hanging out at the lake, even just wandering, staying out of everyone’s way …”

Bitty trailed off.

“And did I ever even wear a hat? No, I did not,” Bitty said, picking up the wide-brimmed straw hat he’d bought just for the occasion from the counter next to him and settling it on his head. “So now I have to be extra careful.”

“See, that’s the difference,” Jack said, pulling the razor up against the grain of his beard. “I make my living on the ice, wearing a helmet, and no one cares what I look like. Maybe you should have thought more about a hockey career, bud.”

“Hush, you,” Bitty said. “We both know that was never in the cards for me.”

Jack hummed noncommittally. Bitty still didn’t realize how good he’d been, but Jack had given up trying to convince him. Three years out of college, Bitty was something of a media personality, with hundreds of thousand of followers on YouTube and more on TikTok, and he’d started doing cooking segments on a local morning show.

“Almost done?” Bitty asked, almost vibrating with excitement. He loved this outing, one that had started with whatever members of the Samwell team were in New England in July the first summer Bitty spent with Jack.

Now there were nearly three dozen people meeting them at the blueberry farm: the Samwell guys, of course, but also several Falconers and their families, plus friends Jack and Bitty (mostly Bitty) had made in Providence.

The little kids would pick a pint or two and head to the playground with their parents; the adults without kids would invariably end up with more than they could use, and Bitty — Bitty would pick gallons on his own, and take any excess from the others. Those berries would turn into jam, into cobblers and crumbles, and into pies. Some would be frozen and kept for winter. Some would become sauce to be served over ice cream. Sometimes it would be served over ice cream that was served over blueberry pie. That was Tater’s favorite dessert.

“Almost,” Jack said, rinsing his face and reaching for a towel.

“Here,” Bitty said, holding out the tube of sunscreen. “I got you a hat too. Wait — you missed a spot.”

Jack leaned close to the mirror to examine the patch of skin in front of his ear that Bitty was pointing to. 

Yeah, there was a little stubble. He reached for the shaving gel again but something silver caught his eye as he turned. What?

“Bits?” Jack said. “Look.”

“Look at what, sweet pea?” Bitty said, barely raising his eyes from his phone, where he was no doubt coordinating last-minute logistics.

“Here,” Jack said, turning that side of his face towards Bitty and pointing. “A gray hair.”

Bitty glanced up and then back down to his phone.

“Yes?” he said. “You just noticed? It’s been there a few weeks at least.”

“No,” Jack said. “I would have noticed.”

“I thought you had,” Bitty said. “I figured you just didn’t care. Like about sunscreen.”

“I don’t,” Jack said, but that wasn’t completely true. “I’m just surprised. I’m only 30.”

Bitty shrugged. 

“Some people start going gray in their 20s,” he said. “When did your folks start going gray?”

“I don’t know about Maman,” Jack mused. “She always colored her hair, as long as I can remember. And Papa still doesn’t have gray hair.”

“Finish shaving,” Bitty said, impatient to get out of the house. 

When Jack picked up the gel again, Bitty said, “And you have to know that your dad colors his hair, too. Haven’t you noticed how sometimes it suddenly looks darker?”

“No?” Jack said, before swiping off the remaining stubble with the razor.

“Take my word for it,” Bitty said. “He does.”

“Do you think I should –”

“Color your hair? Because if you’re worried about one silver strand —”

“I’m not worried,” Jack protested. “But if I got one, I’m going to get more, right?”

“I guess,” Bitty said. “But you wear a helmet to play, right? Your hair doesn’t matter.”

Bitty grinned to show he was kidding.

“Seriously,” he said when Jack grimaced. “I think you’d be very handsome with some graying at the temples. But as long as it’s just one —”

Bitty reached over and Jack felt a quick pinch.

“All gone,” Bitty said. “Now can we go?”

[hashileio]

babe wake up new Pringle lore just dropped (below the cut)

also ty @g0nefischin for asking about them ;o; it legit makes me so happy to see people take interest in my silly little guys

Pringle and Pea were both initially found as little escapees outside. They’ve essentially broken out of a local adoption center and ran away together, much more interested in exploring the great big world for weeks at a time before going back. The center employees can usually tell there’s about to be a breakout attempt if they start noticing supplies slowly disappearing as the two start stockpiling for their adventures. After far too many escapes (and subsequent returns), they just sort of gave up trying to stop the two and instead started helping them pack, knowing it’d be better if the bitties were fully prepared for their journey ahead.

Pringle and Pea are somewhat skittish to begin with, not very used to being held, but they both quickly find that human touch isn’t as terrible as they had initially thought, especially when they can feel the affection and love deep in your intent. They will absolutely melt at the mention of group cuddles after a long day, but are perfectly content napping with each other. 

The two are very close and practically attached at the hip, never really seeing one without the other too far off. Pringle and Pea are much more tame alone, but when they’re together, they feed off each other’s mischief and become complete menaces. 

Their bond can be best described as being thick as thieves.

Pringle

Named Pringle after being found stuck in an empty Pringles can

When asked why he didn’t just shortcut out, Pringle would shrug and just say it was a nice napping spot and just fell asleep without meaning to

Very bitey 

Mostly as a means to explore his environment, and eventually out of affection

Definitely a good idea to keep gloves on hand. He might get a little too excited and start biting

Side effect is he’s unfortunately a bit destructive, and fully aware of it. If you ask nicely, he’ll try to avoid chewing up your nicer things but no promises.

The adventurous one 

Favorite past time, after biting, is urban exploration. And by that he means he enjoys dumpster diving and finding cool little trinkets (mostly bottlecaps) 

The muscle of the operation (enforcer)

If there’s an idea, Pringle will make sure it happens by any means necessary

Pea

Named Pea after the Pea Incident™

Little man fell fell into a bowl of thawing peas and had the best time of his life. A swimming pool you can eat from??? Absolutely magical. 10/10 would jump in again

Complete chatterbox

Will talk your ear off if given the opportunity. The never-ending info dump is a sign of affection. He doesn’t monologue to JUST anyone y’know

Has a not-so-secret love for reading out loud. You can catch him reading bed time stories to Pringle sometimes (Pringle would never admit it and would take this to the grave)

The responsible one

While Pea is completely willing to persuade Pringle into shenanigans, he always makes sure they’re home before dinner

The brains of the operation (instigator)

Pea is the mastermind and comes up with every plan, though Pringle does occasionally offer input as well

[miasmaghoul]

do you think the ghouls would be allowed to have pets

I think, for the most part, animals flee from the ghouls. They're predators, and most anything with the sense to run from them absolutely will.

There are a few exceptions, though.

@forlorn-crows and I both headcanon that Mountain has a "pet" raccoon called Hank. He lives in the forest but hangs out in the greenhouse from time to time and steals any crunchy snacks he can get his paws on. This includes raiding Mountain's vegetable garden - he's a fiend for sugar snap peas. Hank also has a girlfriend, a sleek white cat named Juniper. She also lives in the forest, and Mountain isn't sure how but she's always perfectly clean. There's definitely something a bit unnatural about her, but Mountain isn't worried about it.

Rain has an albino hognose snake he inherited from Mist, a gift to her from Secondo that she couldn't bear the thought of leaving to anyone else when she chose to return to the Pit. Her name is Bucatini and Rain adores her. He'll frequently have her draped around his neck or let her twist herself around his horns. Otherwise she lives in a very elaborate tank in his room, happy as a clam.

Dew isn't really one for animals, doesn't like them any more than they like him, with the exception of one itty bitty black kitten that seems to haunt the crypts of the former Papas. He hasn't given it a name, but every time he goes down to pay his respects it's right there waiting for him. It never seems to grow, just a little handful of fluff, but it will appear and sit right between his boots while he prays. He's asked around once or twice, but near as he can tell no one else has ever come across that little black furball with the greenest eyes he's ever seen. It isn't a pet, but it's the closest thing he's gonna get.

That's all I've got for my personal lore!

[sillysaurus]

☀️🧃🌻🎨🎉 🌑🍼🎭🥮💤

Sundrop & Moondrop caregiver headcanons

Sun takes care of kindergarten/elementary age kids, staying in the main daycare/play area

Moon takes care of the babies and toddlers, usually staying in the nursery/nap area.

This is mainly because Sun is higher energy, while Moon is lower energy. Sun loves to play with the kids, running around, getting messy, doing arts and crafts, etc. While Moon prefers to do more relaxing activities, like singing/reading to the babies, he likes to be clean and organized. But They both love kids of all ages!

They will still do activities together sometimes though. They love to put on performances for all ages!

Moon helps Sun put the kids down for naptime, he also stays and watches them. During this time Sun might entertain the babies/toddlers, if they aren't sleeping as well.

Sun has a hard time even lightly scolding the kids and often has to call on Moon to talk to/lecture them, he oversees the timeout corner. But Moon is not harsh! just serious and firm.

If a baby is being fussy during a diaper change, Moon will call Sun over to playfully distract them while he changes them.

Moon doesn't mind fussy little babies, he's actually very patient and understands they cant help it <3

Moon petnames: moonpie, moonbeam, twinkle(s), firefly, gum drop, baby cakes, puddin(g), sweetie pie, sugarplum, bitsy/bitty, baby, sweet pea, pumpkin, sleepyhead, starlight

Sun petnames: sunshine, sunbeam, sunspot, sunflower, (little) flower, petal, sprout, buttercup, goober, brite eyes, giggles, munchkin, silly, rainbow, kiddo, pal, bud/buddy, star brite

Usually they are called Mr Sun and Mr Moon, like teachers, but don't mind being called other names! (personally i think Sun is dada coded and Moon is papa coded)

After hours, Sun spends time coming up with and planning games and activities for the next day. While Moon usually cleans up the place.

Some kids find Moon scary, which hurts his feelings a bit, but the babies know how sweet he is <3

Sun doesn't teach the kids in the traditional way, he prefers exploring creativity/arts, but loves circle time and listening to the kids answer questions he asks/share things

Moons style is to "let you feel your feelings", he will comfort you with affection and quiet time. Suns style is more trying to cheer you up and/or distract you, can be with affection. They are both very reassuring.

Moon is good with the babies because he can keep his cool, he's calm and consistent. Sun is good with the kids though because he is very expressive and can match their energy.

i will continue to update this btw! if i think of anything else <3

[wishmaster]

My, my, my, my...advent calendar sounds quite interesting. Perhaps I may indulge, myself in one of these fine chocolate confectionaries . Tis the season and all, yes? I pull drop, I say ummmmm....number 17. Seem quaint enough. My, my, my, my. It's a golden wrapped statue of a man, I unwrap the covering and see a well built man made of chocolate with a big head as I bite in to it, there's this tiny, itty bitty pea sized pink gummy in his head. Odd. Oh, I feel odd.

Suddenly all of you knowledge disappears turning to cum in the balls of your very large cock, you very slow mind does understand the first shot of your new cum will sign your fate and leave you nothing more than a sex hungered himbo. Your ass and dick to be used for pleasure, a fuck boy will be your life, but what's worse is the ass your cum flows in to belongs to your best mate who bought you the calendar in the first place, as you pump your load into him, all you were merges with him, you darkest desires and secrets now his to use against you even though in the eyes of the world your nothing more than a perfect piece of ass to use. And use you your mate will, day after day leaving you to workout in the hours he was away.

[lesb0]

I remember my first time eating pussy when I was 25 it was so hilarious I was like such a huge virgin straight man. She was a really pretty older fem bi. I was so shocked to learn I have a big clitoris like a pink pencil eraser or pea size and I'm skinny so you can see it's right there. But most women's are so itty bitty, like a grain of rice surrounded in a fatter labia and sometimes a fat mons hangs down so you can't even see it. I was like, enthusiastically eating her fat tummy and mons in the dark for 2 minutes. and she was like :/ noo baby. down THERE. I was in tears like, but I can't find it. :( you have to help me. She was so clean and smooth waxed with not a single modicum of body hair to guide my expedition. then I realized you had to physically spread fat lips open to find it. And then I ate so much pussy I couldn't breathe and blacked out twice. she never let me top again in our entire 2 month situationship. the end. :)

[swee7dream]

ilichil as agere caregivers ! nct 127 x f!reader

warnings feminine nicknames dni if you sexualize age regression in any way . author's note i guess this is my opening to start writing cg!127 and cg!wayv ! mahae can be found here and winwin's headcanons can be found in wayv's when it's out .

seo youngho (￢‿￢ )

you got him wrapped around your finger! not that he’ll ever admit it

saw a cute dress? he got it for you. your stuffie’s arm ripped? he’s learning to sew for you.

purposefully hides pieces of the puzzle you’re building and feigns innocence just to see you get mad when you find out his schemes

“how’d that happen?” he pouts, cocking his head to the side.

if he every truly upsets you, he’s quick to apologize, pulling you into his arms and leaving kisses all over your cheeks until you’re laughing again because it tickles so much and he’s holding you so tight you can’t get away!

johnny loves being called daddy! he’s your daddy and you’re his babygirl!

loves cheesy, old-fashioned nicknames like honeybun, buttercup, cupcake… he just thinks you’re sweet, is what he’s trying to say

he loves when you sit on his lap and show him the coloring pages you finished while he was gone. he’ll make up stories off them like the purple elephant that wants to be a trapeze for the circus!

another big fan of playing pretend

his favorite game is dinosaurs, stomping around the house in slow motion with an evil toothy grin. you always manage to sneak away from his t-rex arms somehow but he’ll get you one day!

but johnny isn’t just a big goof. he knows when to put his foot down and is more 50-50 with it rather than taeil’s 90-10.

“i said no. put that back, please.”

his serious voice never fails to cause a shiver up your spine, settling you down within seconds.

when you finally decided to tell johnny, it took a minute for him to understand what exactly age regression is but kept the line of communication open. very open.

once, you were at work and your screen lit up with a message notification from him reading ‘do you like pacifiers?’

you almost beat him up

lee taeyong (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

worrywart !

doesn’t wanna make your regression feel even the slightest bit off. prioritizes your safety and comfort

at the beginning, taeyong as a cg can be seen as… a bit much

in preparation for his first time caring for you when small, he bought so many things. just anything he saw mentioned just once in all of his research of agere.

from itty bitty gear to middle/teen gear, bubu bought it all. if you don’t use any gear at all and have the ice cold heart to tell him so, you watch the color drain from his face.

poor guy

he just likes to be prepared. there’s nothing he likes more than a good plan.

cooking together is always so much fun. never lets you near the knives or heat but likes to keep you around to be his taste tester!

“what do you think, sweet pea?” “so yummy, bubu!”

loves doing crafts with you, particularly finger painting. you do it regularly, always forgetting that taeyong’s going to make you take a bath when the two of you end up with paint all over your faces and clothes

if you are allow it, taeyong is great with bathtimes !! he’s got rubber duckies and bath crayons to play with while he washes your hair.

cackles like a witch with a cauldron when adding a bathbomb to the bathtub, saying he’s preparing ‘baby soup’

“mommy, stop bein’ creepy.” “sorry, bug (っ- ‸ – ς)”

nakamoto yuta (￣ω￣)

“so yeah, it was just me and this big panther booking it down the forest to get away from this bear.” “and then?!” “i dunno i made it up :3”

an evil, evil man that takes advantage of your imagination during your tiny time to make up stories only to not finish them!

“what do you think would’ve happened next, baby?”

evil, but a good storyteller that gives you ideas for games nearly everyday you suppose….

loves playing dress up and salon

learned to do your hair! it’s an ongoing process… how did you end up with one low bun and one high? don’t ask

your breath hitches because he pulled a little too tight and he drops everything. are you okay? are you crying? he’s sorry, so so sorry. you know what? let’s have ice cream for dinner

likes listening to acid black cherry while doing your (v-kei) makeup! lets you sit on his lap when its your turn to do his

“daddy’s making you a total rockstar, baby.”

lets you draw on him! might get one (or several) of your doodles tattooed on his skin permanently just because he likes it so much

cuddling is his true life’s passion. takes out all the pillows and blankets in the house to make a pillow fort for movie nights. if he has any left over he uses them to wrap you up into a burrito

kim dongyoung （´▽｀）

just smile and wave, doyoung, smile and wave

maybe he shouldn’t have introduced you to his friends… they help add to your mischievous streak

“bunny? kangaroo! …pogo stick?” “doie… ‘s obviously you.” “me?” “yeah! when you can’t get the stuff on the top shelf at the the store so you did like this. ‘member? doie so bad at charades...” “:D ?!”

simultaneously the most competitive and worst player when it comes to video games

says he’s gonna win as you load up animal crossing like ….? okay gramps

hates when you call him that so you do it as much as possible because you live to displease

always knows the right thing to say when you’re feeling big feelings that feel only bigger when you’re small

treats you like you’re made of porcelain, his fingers delicately wiping your tears away silently.

never tells you to not cry or to stop, just tries to makes the process of feeling your emotions as easy as possible by making sure you’re drinking as much water as you’re crying out and making sure nothing could trigger you further

when you first told him about your regression you weren’t sure what his reaction was gonna be. he just stared dead at you in silence for like 8 minutes and then whispered “yeah… that makes sense” to himself

what is that supposed to mean? you know as well as i

jeong yunoh o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

he really just wants you to think he’s cool

that’s his main thing. of course, you being comfortable and happy is first, but you thinking he’s cool is a close second

most of his cg work is actually done behind the scenes; trying recipes, researching agere tips, and learning different crafts so that when you’re finally little again he can see the sweet, sweet sight of your awe

if you two planned for you to have some tiny time after a long time spent without regressing because overwhelming stress and responsibilities, you can bet on jaehyun to have organized an entire mermaid scavenger hunt in your home at a 6pm on a wednesday evening

the reward is always a ticket for something like a veggie-free night or a warm hug (he’ll give them to you whether you have one or not)

he calls them baby tickets

yes, that’s really what he calls them. yes, he chose the name himself.

there’s a reason you don’t let him name your dolls or stuffies

you tried once, this is basically how it went:

“hyunnie, what you think?” “it’s a bear… and pink… what about bearie? like strawberry and bear. bearie, haha. get it?” “…”

likes being called mister! but it’s actually rare for you to call him anything other than hyunnie

“say ‘please’ and i’ll think about it.” “please, mist-”

he’s already swiping his card

dong sicheng ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

read here (when it’s published) !

kim jungwoo (☆^ー^☆)

the silliest!!!!! how can you not love snoopy

your number one supporter in every single thing.

“the way you colored the sky with cerulean blue instead of the standard blue is just a peek into the artistic genius mind you have, my dear. how is every single art piece of yours just flawless?”

your babbles? “you don’t say! you know, i never did like that scoundrel…”

loves playing doggy! he could be cleaning around the house but if you slip that dog ear headband on him he’ll drop everything to entertain you.

he’s shattered a few plates...

he’s the most loyal friend you could have. he herds all your sheep plushies together and sniffs out the clues to help you solve the mysteries!

he also lets you doodle on his face. he’s just so easy-going it doesn’t matter what. whiskers? meow! mustache? hm, yes, it’s quite becoming of him, he thinks. you stuck some gem stickers on his cheeks? he’s an alien from the moon.

likes playing pretend much more than playing with toys.

sulky when you choose to play with your dolls rather than him. when he’s literally right there!!! your best friend :(( your buddy :((

i don’t know how else to describe this other than a dog-like caregiver

energy is always up, even when its bedtime which can be counterproductive sometimes. although? not completely? he definitely helps you tire yourself out until you’re knocked out on the couch

his nickname for you is giggles !! your giggles are his favorite thing in the whole wide world and makes sure to tell you that often.

lee minhyung (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

read here !

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

read here !

extra ! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

cg!johnny+yuta is being hit with whiplash every two seconds because they can either be the sweetest people ever or pranksters from the deepest depth of WICKEDNESS AND DARKNESS. they always, always, always tag team too, so it’s not like you can run to one when they other is trying to tickle you to death

cg!jeno+jungwoo is what happens when a baby is left alone with an old, tired dog (jeno) and his younger brother that has all the energy in the world (jungwoo)

cg!taeyong+doyoung has the same power imbalance as djj, leaving doyoung groveling at the ground even when he’s supposed to be the one taking care of the others