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tsukishima kinks?

or choso kinks?

or aizawa kinks?

(sending a few options cause i’m sure you’ve already gotten these suggestions <3)

i've already got a tsukishima one i need to write but .... choso !!! aizawa !!! oh my god!!!! i've never written anything about either of them and i am sooo ready for this♡

choso

mommy/mummy kink- choso is a switch but leans more over towards sub. choso is very whiney in bed and is someone who becomes pussydrunk very easily when he's sleeping with you. during one of these pussydrunk moments he calls you mummy. he always has had the urge but resisted, worried that you won't like it but when he said it and you held onto him even tighter, wrapping your legs around him, a strangled groan came out of his mouth and he speeds up. as he comes he calls you mummy again, "gonna cum, gonna cum! fffuck mummy."

mutual masturbation- loves watching you touch yourself and will commit every gasp, touch and movement you make to memory for if he's ever alone for the weekend without you and most importantly for future reference with you, 'so touching her there makes her moan even louder huh' 'oh that made her toes curl' 'her body's shaking so much'.

choso loves watching your body writhe and squirm as you make yourself come while he's stroking his cock with rapt attention. he's inexperienced but his confidence about how good he is in bed gets boosted while mutually masturbating when you beg for more. beg for him. "please choso, please baby, i need more. want your cock s'bad. need you to touch me."

overstimulation- you milking him multiple times in succession without stopping?? yeah he likes that. he likes when you have control over his orgasms. he simultaneously wants more and wants less. bucking his hips up to meet your touch one second and the next trying to shuffle away, overwhelmed in the best way. tears filling his waterline, fists grabbing onto the sheets tightly. "t-to much!"

"i think you can take it cho"

edging- i mentioned before that he likes you having control of his orgasms so that also involves controlling when he gets to come and how many times you will deny him. "i can't anymore baby, please let me come. i've been good!"

aizawa

bondage- uses his binding cloth during sex!! tying you up in the bedroom and then leaving you there for awhile to do something else just to keep you waiting in anticipation. aizawa ties up your whole body and will also tie up just your arms and wrists on occasions too. he loves restricting your movements and watching you struggle against the binds. "there's no use struggling, you're not getting out until i want you too and before that i'm going to make you come on my tongue again."

daddy/sir kink- aizawa has an authorisation kink in general. loves taking charge and having you call him sir and daddy (sometimes even master) he will also sometimes call you kitten in response to your names for him. "sir please let me touch you! i'll be good! just let out of these binds."

choking kink- whenever he sees your eyes roll back and your breathing becoming gasps it makes him harder than he already was. his large hands wrapped around your throat, keeping you on the edge of consciousness. "so beautiful like that kitten, keep clenching around me."

somno- it's not a surprise that this is one of his kinks is it? all consensual of course but being woken up by you during sex is the best way to wake up. he also enjoys waking you up too but prefers it when he wakes up to you, especially when you're sucking his dick. his tired gravelly voice startling you as well as he gentle but firm hand on your head guiding you up and down. "fuck sweetheart, keep going just like that." you hum around his cock, letting you know you heard him. becoming wetter at the sound of his voice.

dry humping & thigh grinding- loves you being half clothed, only having underwear on, as you desperately hump and grind on him. it's a real power trip to watch you try and orgasm without any help as you frantically and pathetically rub yourself against him while he's still fully clothed and has no intention of changing that

[elioslover]

Routines (Harry Styles x reader) dadrry!

Premise: Harry is stirred from his sleep by the best little surprise.

[I could not help myself!]

Word count: 1.4k.

Warnings: . Other writing / More dad!harry

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The sun is bright-even brighter than the curtains shielding it from the sleepy owners tucked away under soft and fluffy white sheets. Speaking of, Harry has been in a deep sleep, swimming across dreamland with gills and a tail. An extremely enticing activity that only has him lulling further into unconsciousness. 

But it doesn’t take long for his dreams to start turning foggy, a soft and cute voice cooing out to him, coming from the sky above him, demanding his attention. He knows the voice well- knows he will be awake in a few moments. And how could he resist when the voice is so loving, a mumble of half-formed words and little giggles. 

He can feel someone starts to stir beside him, a soft grumble threatening to roll over and tend to the little voice calling for your attention from the other side of the bed. Harry needs to stop you before you are fully awake and can't convince yourself to fall asleep, well aware that letting you rest will be one of the only graces he can still give you. 

Blindingly reaching his arm out, Harry gently rubs his palm along your back, swirling circles along your skin, signalling your nearing return to slumber. Sighing out with relief, you shift and snuggle back into the plush sheets. 

The giggling goes on, closer to his face now and Harry can't stop the sleepy smile that creeps along his feature, excitement for his eyes to flutter open so he can greet the needy little one who is only moments away from wrapping their chubby little fingers around his nearest curls, threatening to tug if he waits much longer. 

This is a guarantee after a repeat of the same wake-up routine for weeks in a row- a tiny tot, reaching no taller than his knees, the perfect place to wrap around him to stay as close as humanly possible. A little baby, well rested, waking up with the sun and ready to sing their little songs for mummy and daddy. 

She had stayed snuggled beneath her lilac and unicorn duvet for as long as her little thoughts could keep her company, but after a good moment of fiddling with her fingers- raised above her and aimed for the ceiling, creating wonky hand puppets- she is determined for only one thing; the company of the tall, all-knowing parent. 

Her soft feet, devoid of creases, new to the whole living thing, pad along the hardwood floor, navigating from the safety of her bed in search of the main bedroom. The journey from one room to another is hardly existent- less than five footsteps away, and with the door already slanted, she is welcome to wander and waddle along to the king-sized mattress. 

A smile turns to a little grin, baby teeth peaking past her gums as she makes her way over before coming to a clumsy halt at the foot of the bed. Both parents are buried between a mountain of sheets, heads pressed into the pillows, soft snores emitted in intervals, and she frowns with little furrowed brows, longing for them to wake up and smother her with lovies. 

Harry obliges with another little smile, sending it her way from behind closed lids, taking a last second to enjoy the feeling of darkness before slowly squinting his eyes to open, slowly separating and embracing the harsh shining of the sun, peaking through a sliver of the crumpled curtain, bouncing along and illuminating the bedroom. 

With one eye more open than the other, his vision blurs to clarity, he is met with the wide and gleeful gaze of his favourite little gremlin. She has him grinning from her mere presence, partially satisfied that she has managed to persuade Harry to escape slumber, giddy for the gush of greetings she is guaranteed to receive. 

His voice is gravelly as a toothy grin spreads along his cheeks, shiny teeth cheesing up at the little lady looking over at him with the widest most innocent green eyes, thick black lashes fanning and framing her stark, fiery gaze,

“Good morning princess.” 

He can hear you shuffle with surety and satisfaction, digging deep into the mattress and delving back to sleep with the reassurance that your little one is taken care of- for the moment, at least. Satisfied with his success, Harry turns all of his attention to the little girl currently clapping her hands together with anticipation as she answers, 

“Hello, dada.” 

Each time she chooses to verbalise her thoughts, Harry feels like it’s the first time- the first time he’s heard her little voice. Even if she’s only been absent for a couple hours, he cannot help the surprise that stirs in his heart, butterflies batting against the walls of his stomach, filled with excitement over his little creation beaming up at him with such pure adoration. 

Harry rolls over fully, resting on his hip, one arm raising to cradle his head and the other reaching out in an attempt to reel her in closer. She obliges in an instant, bouncing up and down on the balls of her chubby little feet, bounding over to him, her hand wrapping around his own extended palm. 

With her hand in his, Harry is always amused at how tiny she really is- with such a rambunctious and animated personality, it's hard to believe her third birthday is yet to pass- fitting in his palm like that of a petit flower, her half-scrunched fist sitting right in the middle of his hand like blooming petals. 

“Did you have a nice sleep?” Harry ponders, a warm feeling melting his heart as she begins nodding avidly. She had no dreams, despondent to the world, wholesomely welcoming the darkness, and Harry longs for the days when his sleep was the same. 

She is inching closer, clambering over in an attempt to settle into his custody, and Harry is more than willing to comply as he gently guides her closer with his grip, encouraging her to continue her climb up onto the mattress, 

“Wanna snuggle with mummy and daddy for a little?” He already knows the answer, but he loves the way her eyes light up with excitement. 

“Absolutely.” That’s a new one for her, replacing the repetitive answer of yes, Harry is reeling with amusement, in awe of her apparent skill in picking up and copying the words she has heard both you and Harry saying at some point or another. This is absolutely his contribution- he had said it a couple times just the day before. 

“C’mere, clever little one.” He helps her crawl up, the mattress dipping so minimally as she cuddles closer into his hold. 

Harry shifts further back, careful not to bump your body, but soothed as one of your hands sluggishly holds onto his shoulder, your own body squeezing closer to his until there is no space and Harry is being spooned by his sweetest companion, back slotted between your chest. 

He provides enough space for his little one to snuggle over into him, her entirety curled into a half-moon, legs curled up and little arms scrunched against her chest. As soon as her head hits the pillow, she is starting to settle, little eyes struggling to keep from swelling shut with the promise of extra sleep. Harry knows it will be mere moments until she slips away with melatonin, leaving him with the promise that he will soon join her. 

His eyes flutter shut as she snuggles in even closer- if possible- and his arms curls around her with comfort and security, making certain she knows she is always safe in his company. And it seems like seconds before her body stills, and relaxes into the bundle of sheets, little breaths evening out until Harry is sure she is asleep. 

With sleepy eyes and a wholesomely swollen heart, Harry is wrapped up and warm, surrounded by the most important loves in his life, wondering how he got so lucky as slumber slowly seduces him back into darkness.  

[foreverisntenough]

--------- My tiny one shot below for you 🤍

'Missing Daddy'

2.6 k words | Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader |

↳ While Trent is away for a match, your daughter Teddy insists you call him. Blinded by the excitement of getting to talk to her dad, she can't exactly wrap her head around the fact that you just might miss him too.

Other ForeverIsntEnough One Shots

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It was one of those cozy mornings, the kind where the house felt alive with warmth, love, and the scent of something freshly baked still lingering in the air. The soft hum of the dishwasher filled the kitchen, and Teddy was perched on the counter, swinging her little legs, her face resting in her hands. She’d been unusually antsy since the moment she woke, clearly missing Trent, and her questions about when he’d be back had started to blur into one long thread of impatience. Finally, with the persistence only a three-year-old could master, Teddy looked up at you with those big, brown eyes that were impossible to say no to, the same ones Trent had thrown at you since you’d met. 

“Mama, we pleeease call Daddy?” Her voice had the slightest whine, but the hope in her expression was too sweet to resist. Trent had an away game and although he hadn’t really been gone all that long, for Teddy, his biggest fan, five minutes was too long.

“Alright, alright, let’s see what Daddy’s up to, yeah?”  You smiled, already reaching for your phone. As soon as you tapped Trent’s name on FaceTime, Teddy’s excitement bubbled up, her legs swinging more rapidly as she clutched her hands together, eagerly waiting for his face to pop up on the screen. Within moments, the familiar ringing stopped, and there he was—Trent’s face filling the screen, slightly tired but breaking into the most radiant smile as soon as he saw his little girl. 

“DADDY!” Teddy screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, high-pitched and full of uncontainable joy. Trent chuckled, running a hand over his hair, his eyes lighting up. 

“My baby bear! What are you up to, silly girl?” His voice was warm, rich, and filled with the kind of love that could melt hearts miles upon miles apart. Teddy gripped the phone, as if trying to hold him closer, her tiny fingers barely able to grasp the device, but her determination to have him all to herself was strong. 

“Miss you, Daddy! When coming back home?” she asked, her words rushed, each syllable tumbling out in an excited jumble.

“I miss you too, Ted,” Trent said, his face softening, his smile growing wider. “I’ll be home soon, don’t worry. You can watch me on the telly with mummy tonight. Then by the time you wake up tomorrow I’ll be back. Will you promise me you’ll cheer for daddy tonight?” Trent asked her. She nodded eagerly.  As you stood nearby, watching the two of them chat, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell. There was something so precious about seeing Trent interact with Teddy—the way his entire face brightened just for her, the way she seemed to light up in return. Their two faces perfectly beautiful and perfectly identical. The bond between them was unshakable, and you loved every second of it. After a few moments of their sweet back-and-forth, you couldn’t resist getting in on the conversation. You strolled over to where Teddy sat, leaning over her tiny shoulder to press a soft kiss to her cheek before teasingly leaning in to look at Trent.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted him, your voice light but full of affection. “We miss you… especially me.” You cooed. You saw the familiar glint of amusement flash in Trent’s eyes as he met your gaze. 

“Oh, really? Miss me that much, huh?” he replied, playing along, his voice full of warmth and affection. You grinned, leaning in closer to the screen, your voice dropping to a playful whisper.

“More than anyone else,” you teased. Before you could even finish your sentence, Teddy whipped around to face you, her tiny face scrunched up in offense, her brow furrowed in the most serious expression you’d ever seen on her. 

“Mama!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with toddler sass, eyes wide and filled with indignation. “Why talking to Daddy? He’s my daddy!”  She explained to you very perplexed by your audacity to intrude on her and Trent’s conversation. The intensity of her reaction made you stifle a laugh, trying to keep a straight face. 

“I’m allowed to talk to Daddy,” you replied, raising an eyebrow playfully. “I miss him too.” Teddy’s face fell into a full-on pout, her plump lips forming a dramatic curve downward as she leaned forward, holding the phone closer to herself, determined to block you out from her and Trent’s precious conversation. 

“Noooo, Mama,” she whined, shaking her head, her voice thick with protest. She turned back to the phone, staring at Trent with wide, pleading puppy dog eyes, as if asking him to save her from this injustice. Trent, meanwhile, was trying his best not to burst out laughing. His broad shoulders shook as he bit down on his lip, his eyes filled with amusement as he watched Teddy’s serious expression. 

“A little possessive, Ted, huh?” he said, unable to keep the chuckle from escaping. You couldn’t help but laugh along, your hand coming up in mock surrender. 

“Okay, okay! Sorry.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I guess I’ll leave you two alone then,” you said, stepping back with a grin. And whilst Teddy, her mission accomplished, beamed triumphantly and turned back to Trent, her previous sass fading as quickly as it had appeared, you opted to come back and gently scoop Teddy up into your arms, feeling her wiggle for a moment disgruntled by another intrusion before she settled comfortably in your lap, her little body relaxing against yours. She squished her cheek into your chest, nuzzling in that way only a three-year-old could, full of innocence and affection. But even as she found comfort in your embrace, she was still determined to have her daddy all to herself, clutching the phone tightly to her face so you could no longer see Trent. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, shaking your head at how fiercely she protected her time with him. 

“Daddy, guess whats?” she began, eager to resume their private conversation. 

“Teddy girl, sweetheart, do you think I could talk to Daddy too?” you asked, your voice light, but curious to see how she'd respond. Teddy looked up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, her brow furrowing as she deadpanned.

“Is he your daddy?” The sass in her voice was impossible to miss, and the way she said it so seriously only made it funnier. Trent, who had been laughing quietly in the background, finally let out a proper chuckle at her words, shaking his head in disbelief. But after a beat, his laughter subsided, and his tone shifted into something softer, more serious as he addressed her. 

“Hey, baby bear, none of that. That’s not very nice. Gotta be nice to Mummy, please,” he said gently, his voice full of affection but laced with just enough authority to make Teddy pause. 

“But… dada… I...” Teddy pouted and attempted to keep talking but Trent cut her off swiftly. 

“Hang on, hang on, Ted” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Mama’s allowed to talk to me, you know. I love her too.” Teddy’s face scrunched up again, but this time with a hint of confusion. She turned to look at you, then back at the phone.

“Erm… No. Mama’s not daddy’s Teddy though,” she reasoned, her toddler logic kicking in. You couldn’t help but laugh, craning down to kiss her on the head. 

“That’s true, baby. You’re daddy’s Teddy bear.” You smiled, accepting an adorable defeat. Trent’s smile softened as he watched the two of you, his heart full. 

“Yeah, you're my favorite baby bear,” he said, his voice a little quieter, more tender. “But I love you and mummy both, you know that.” Teddy grinned wide at that, clearly satisfied with Trent’s response, but you could see the softness in her eyes. She might’ve been a little possessive, but she knew just how loved she was. “Want to talk to both my favorite girls.” Trent further explained. Teddy paused for a second, considering his words, before she finally relented with a sigh. She turned to you, her small arms wrapping around your neck in a tight hug, her little voice suddenly sweet. 

“Sorry, Mama. You can miss daddy too,” she mumbled, her face nuzzling into your neck in a way that made your heart melt. You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, thankful for her adorable little apology. 

“Wow, thank you for your permission, baby. I appreciate that,” you teased, your voice playful as you squeezed her a little tighter. Trent laughed. With that, she finally loosened her grip on the phone, holding it back out toward you so you could see Trent again. His face had softened even more, his eyes full of love as he watched the two of you interact, clearly proud of his little girl for sharing him because he knew just how hard that was for her.  As the conversation continued, you leaned back against the chair you'd sat down in, listening with a smile as Teddy animatedly told Trent about her morning, every little discombobulated detail spilling out as if it were the most important news in the world. Trent listened with patience and love, laughing in all the right places, encouraging her stories with little ‘Nah, no way!’ and teasing ‘You did that without me?’ And then, when the excitement had finally lulled and it was time to say goodbye, Trent’s face filled the screen one last time as he looked between the two of you. The three of you exchanging sweet goodbyes. 

“Love you, my Alexander-Arnold girls,” Trent said, his voice gentle as he looked at you both before just to Teddy knowing she’d want an ‘I love you’ all to herself. “Love you so so much, Teddy girl. Mwah,” he said to Teddy, his voice as soft as ever. Blowing her a kiss. Teddy blew him a kiss in return, her cheeks flushed from all the talking. 

“Love, Daddy.” She beamed.

“And love you too, mummy, ” Trent added, his gaze shifting to you with a smile that warmed you from the inside out. “Miss you so much.”

“Miss you too, baby. Three points and then back home please.” You smiled, instructing him, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest.  With a few more rounds of 'I love yous,' you finally ended the call, but the warmth of the moment lingered. Teddy snuggled deeper into your lap, content and happy after her conversation with her dad. You held her close, your heart swelling with love for both her and Trent, grateful for these simple yet beautiful moments that made your family feel so special. After hanging up, Teddy turned to you with her usual dramatic flair inherited from Trent, sighing as if the world had worn her out with all its excitement.

“Daddy’s home soon, rights, mama?” You nodded, squeezing her tight in your arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Mmhmmm, baby. You and I will watch him play footie before bedtime and then he’ll be home before you even wake up.” You cooed. But for now, it was just you and your little girl, your hearts both full of love for the man who had turned your life into something so beautifully perfect.  As Teddy settled back into your lap, her mood light again, you pulled her close, kissing the top of her head once more. It wasn’t always easy when Trent was away, but moments like this reminded you just how close you all were, no matter the distance. You knew Teddy would hold onto that, just like you would, until he was home again. As you sat there, Teddy squirmed a little, settling even more into the comfort of your embrace, her little body warm and snug against yours. You stroked her hair softly, smiling to yourself inspecting your and Trent’s beautiful creation. And even though Trent was miles away, you felt his presence with you—his love, his warmth, and his constant support, making you feel like the luckiest girls in the world. Suddenly Teddy nestled deeper into your arms, wrapping her little arms around you in another tight hug. You felt her sniffle against your chest, and you pulled back slightly, brushing her hair away from her face with a gentle hand. “What’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly, your heart already aching knowing what caused the shift, why she was upset.

"I miss Dada," she mumbled, her voice quivering. "Don’t like when he’s away." Teddy’s big, teary eyes looked up at you, and a tear slipped down her chubby cheek.  Your heart clenched at her words, seeing how much she struggled with Trent’s absence. She was still so young, and her little heart just wanted everything to be the way it was when her world was whole—when it was just mummy, daddy, and Teddy together at home. You pouted sympathetically, hating that she was feeling so sad. You stroked her cheek softly, wiping away the few tears that had fallen. 

“I know, sweetheart,” you murmured, your voice soothing. “We miss Daddy so much when he’s away. But you know what? Daddy always comes back home to his girls, right?” Teddy nodded slowly, still hugging you tight as if holding onto you would bring Trent closer. You hugged her back just as tight, feeling the weight of her emotions in that small but fierce embrace. “And when he’s home,” you added, “it’s all of us again. Mummy, Daddy, and Teddy and the doggies too, huh?” You sympathetically smiled. She sadly nodded.

“I love you, Mama.” Teddy sniffled one more time but leaned into your chest, her small voice breaking the silence with a soft, Before you could respond, your phone began to buzzed again, and when you looked down, you saw Trent’s name flash across the screen. You smiled softly, knowing exactly why he was calling. Gently, you shifted Teddy in your lap and answered the call.

“Hi,” you whispered into the phone, and just hearing his voice already made everything feel lighter. On the other end, Trent smiled warmly. 

“Wanted to call again quick,” he said softly. “Remind you both how much I miss my girls. Just checking to make sure you know that.” Teddy’s face lit up the moment she heard his voice again, her tears forgotten. 

“My Daddy!” she exclaimed, her sadness fading into excitement. She squirmed up in your lap, trying to get closer to the phone.

“Hi, baby bear. Just missed you too much. Needed to see that cute face again. You promise you're being nice to Mummy now?” Trent chuckled, his deep voice full of love. Teddy nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with joy as she beamed at the phone. 

“I miss you too, Daddy. I'm nice to mama promise." She boasted. "I don’t like when you’re gone. though, dada.” She quickly fell into a pout. The excitement of telling him about her day replaced with the reality that he wasn’t at home.

“I know, sweetheart. But I’ll be home soon, okay? Just one match, and then it’s back to Mummy, Daddy, and Teddy time.” Trent’s voice softened even more. Teddy’s face brightened a bit at his words, the reassurance of his return bringing her the comfort she needed. She hugged the phone close, as if it could pull him through the screen.

“We love you, baby,” you chimed in, your voice warm and full of love, grateful for how much he cared for his family even from miles away.

“I love you both so much,” Trent replied, his voice tinged with longing. “I can’t wait to come home to my girls. Ted, will you give daddy the biggest cuddle when I get home?” He asked with a stupid smirk watching Teddy eagerly agreed. "Okay, good girl and until I get home, will give mummy lots of cuddles for me?" He asked and Teddy ardently hugged you immediately upon his request. Teddy’s grin was infectious as she nodded, you giggled at her theatrics, and so with one final round of 'I love yous' and promises of seeing each other soon, you hung up the phone knowing that later tonight after the match you’d get Trent back in your bed, and tomorrow Teddy would get daddy back at home.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ran over here as soon as i could!

Imagine Tan with his baby girl (4 years) and shes playing with his hair, putting clips and bows and ties in his hair or making tiny braids? Mum an Lem are trying not to laugh out loud when they see them, Lem asks his niece if she wants make-up which she finds a such a great idea! Mum has to stop Lemon. Tan trying his best not to upset his baby girl. And so on and so forth...

Have fun with it🍊❤️🫶🏻

this is the cutest!!! I forever love dad tan!! and with all dad tan stuff, mandy is his daughter (it’s like mandarin, another baby orange) thank you for requesting, hope you like it 💌

BOWS AND BRAIDS.

dad tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 532

Lemon and Tangerine often acted like they were twelve - the everlasting phase of wanting to annoy each other, joining them into adulthood. They were the others' biggest windup, and now Lemon was having the fun poking at Tan, knowing there was nothing he could do to retaliate. 

Uncle Lem had popped by to see you all - to spend time with his family during the week off. All gathered in the living room: you on the sofa beside Lemon, Mandy, your daughter, sitting on the coffee table with Tangerine cross-legged on the floor facing her. 

Mandy had her tiny hands in Tan's hair, placing accessories and ties in his curls - cutesy pink and purple clips attached in clumps around the front of his face, messily placed bows at the back of his head and knotted half-braids starting midway through his hair. It was admirable, really.

"Don't daddy look pretty," Lemon teases, crouching beside the coffee table to get closer to Mandy. "He'd make a pretty girl, won't he?"

"No," she shakes her head, shoving her finger into Tan's moustache. "He has a hairy face."

You resist the temptation to laugh, instead leaning closer, resting your elbow on your knee to cover your mouth. 

Lemon snickers before continuing, watching the displeased expression grow on his brother's face. "That's right. You should shave it off, Mands. Make him all pretty looking."

Your eyes widen. "No, no, absolutely not. We're not doing that."

"Boo, mummy. Mandy boo her," Lemon eggs your daughter on, lovingly brushing over her face.

"Why can't we shave him, mama?" Mandy asks, turning around to look at you, her face sweet and innocent. 

"It makes him look pretty. You know how it doesn't make him a pretty girl? Well, it's the same thing. He's not a pretty boy without it," you tease, looking over at Tan. Your words are harsh, but nothing like the soft, loving expression on your face. 

"Do I not get a say?" Tangerine adds, looking between you all with lightly furrowed brows. 

"No. You're a mannequin. Mannequins can't talk," Lemon pipes in, immediately dismissing his twin. "How about some make-up instead, Mand? That'll make him pretty."

"Yeah," she smiles, her grin wide and genuine. "Mama has some," she adds, climbing off the coffee table. 

"What a great idea," Lemon encourages, standing up to follow after his niece.

You look over to Tan, noticing the 'help me' face he is giving you - silently asking you to stop it.

"I think daddy's had enough for now, no? He looks so pretty, and you did such a good job," you pick your daughter up, placing her on your lap - kissing her cheek. 

"Mands," Tangerine calls, dragging out her name. "I just had the best idea," he looks between you and Lem knowingly, a small smile forming. "We should give Uncle Lem a makeover, too. Wouldn't that be fun?" 

She gasps, her face lit up in excitement, grinning as she climbs off your lap. Tangerine stands, following his daughter. 

"I'll help you, poppet. We'll get all your mum's make-up, yeah?" he chuckles, hitting his brother on the way out. "He's gonna look so pretty when we're done."

[the-kr8tor]

Hie hie I love love your Hobie stories I was wondering if you could please could write something cute . So it’s about the twins asking their parents for a pet and they like seven but age is up to you and Hobie’s being all cheeky asking them if they would be good pet owners typical parent behaviour so they give them babydoll eyes to reader who can’t resist them and I guess the rest is up to you if that’s ok don’t wanna offend you in any way I love your work but if you can’t it’s no the end of the world thanks 😊

You didn't offend me dw dw! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, Mom! Reader, Dad! Hobie, Twin AU, Dad AU, Billie and Ramona AU, FLUFF.

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The girls gasp simultaneously, a cute reaction that would have you smiling sweetly and cooing at them but when you followed their line of sight, you almost audibly groaned.

In each hand you have their tiny palms in yours, Ramona jumps excitedly, eyes sparkling at the luminescent fishes on display in the window of the pet shop. While Billie screeches unabashedly, the sound gets the attention of the nearby people who are coming out of the grocery store. Her hands tugs you towards the store. You swear that they've gotten stronger even though they're only five years old.

“Mummy!” Billie yells at the top of her lungs, pink trainers scrapping on the rough pavement. “They have a puppy!”

“Okay, okay, don't drag mommy around like your doll.”

Hobie chuckles behind you, hands full of groceries. You stare at him with a pout, wordlessly calling for help. He raises both hands, plastic bags crinkling, shrugging.

With a quick glare, he changes course from the teasing. “Listen to mum, Bee. Mon, your shoes are untied, you're gonna trip.”

“‘m okay!” Mona says, ribbons falling off her pigtails from all the jumping. “Can we see the fishes?” You crouch down to tie her shoes, an impossible feat while Billie tries to coax you into going inside the store.

Billie's voice triumphs over Mona's. “The dogs, mum!”

You inhale, wrangling the twins in your arms. “We'll go inside, only if you promise me to behave. And what did dad tell you last time?”

“Don't put your fingers inside the cages.” They both speak at the same time with the same flat cadence.

“And?” Hobie continues for you.

“Don't tap at the aquariums.” They simultaneously say, “can we go now?” Now their twin telepathy has you giggling and almost creeped if not for their cute faces staring at you, waiting for a response.

You decide to tease, hands holding onto their overalls. “Hmm, what do you think, dad?”

Hobie fakes a huff. “Dunno, love, these bags are heavy.”

“Dad!” Billie exclaims, stomping her little foot.

“Please, daddy?” Mona has a different plan, she pouts at Hobie, eyes all big, staring up and pleading with him.

The second Hobie nodded, you're sure that you won't be able to say no to a pet this time. You're already running out of excuses as to why they can't have one. The girls run off, leaving you in the dust.

“I'll just bring these to the car—” Hobie starts.

“Nuh uh” you grab him by his sleeve. “I need backup, I know they're gonna ask again. ‘sides, you can handle the bags, right?” Hobie scrunches his face, a resemblance of both girls when you ask them to eat their veggies. “You're my big strong spider—”

“Fine!” He says before you could finish your teasing. “I am strong.” He murmurs, pecking your cheek before following the girls inside.

“You are so strong!” Ragging him on, you race after him, quickly reciprocating the kiss by smooching his cheek with a resounding smack.

Hobie's lips curl into a sly smile, eyes roaming around the shop for his gremlins. You loop your arm around his own, carefully not adding to the weight. Hand kneading softly at his skin. He grins wider from how you lovingly hold him close.

“Ooh!” Billie's voice acts as a beacon for you and Hobie to follow. You see them both crouched down, eyes big and curious at the lonesome angel fish swimming in the tank.

“She's so pretty!” Mona adds, you're wishing that you brought your camera with you to capture the moment.

Sure enough, when you peek at the aquarium, the cobalt scales of the angelfish has you mesmerized too. “She is gorgeous.”

Both girls turn towards you simultaneously, smile all toothy with a few missing teeth in between their milk teeth. You already know what they're about to ask.

“Please?” Mona starts.

“We'll take good care of her!” Billie finishes with the perfect puppy dog eyes that you know the girls got from Hobie.

“Angelfish is a bit hard to take care of for a first pet. Maybe we should start off with a goldfish?” Hobie joins in unexpectedly, smile identical to the twins. You sometimes think it's unfair that you carried them for nine grueling months only for the girls to end up looking almost exactly like their father. This day is one of those days, because you know you cannot say no to that face. You've even joked about it to Hobie, to which he always replies with a ‘maybe the next one will look like you more.’ When you're too flabbergasted to reply, Hobie brings the other bag of groceries to his other hand to hold yours and then to bring your knuckles to his lips. You've lost, again. “Ain't that right, love?”

You sigh, surrendering to the whims of your adorable yet menace of a family. “Only if they promise to take good care of the fish.” The girls gasp, Billie even embraces Mona like they've won the war. “And it has to be a goldfish, okay?”

The girls can't hold their excitement any longer, they shriek happily, bounding over towards the goldfish section. Hobie kisses your hand again, this time longer, you can feel his smug grin through it. You shake your head with a groan, but you still peck his hand back.

“Wait, girls!” Hobie suddenly calls for them back. They both come hopping over to you. Billie and Mona getting what they want has turned them more obedient. Or they're just biased because their dad finally convinced you to agree. They look up at you sweetly, they know the effect of their cuteness, probably because of uncle Ned who gives them whatever they want if they just look at him all adorable like. “What do you say? Especially to mum?”

“Thank you, mummy!” Mona hugs your leg, while Billie joins in a second later.

Billie looks up, “kiss?” She asks, pouting her lips. No DNA test needed, definitely Hobie's kid, like there was any doubt.

“Of course, baby.” With a quick smooch, she smiles gratefully.

“Thank you, mummy, love you.” She murmurs into the denim of your pants, she's bringing out her big guns for this fish.

“I love you too!” Ramona joins in, puckering her lips too. You give her the same amount of smooch. “Thank you, love you.”

“And I love you both.”

“Okay, stop hounding mum, go pick out your fish.” Hobie pats them both on their curly heads, then both girls give him a not so sly thumbs up.

Mona gestures for her dad to lean down, Hobie obliges. She whispers in his ear but she still doesn't understand the concept of whispering so her tone is as loud as her usual one. “A doggy next time, daddy.”

Billie pipes up, of course hearing the entire thing. “Or a kitten!” You can see from Hobie's face that he wants the monitor lizard in the corner to eat him up.

Your family has played you like a fiddle.

They walk away giggling, talking about what name they should give their fish. Hobie looks back at a glaring you. “I love you so much—”

“You’re cleaning the tank.”

[faeriekit]

Picture Books for Goth Little Girls: a recommended reads list 💜✨🦇✨

Goth little girls are out there. They are an underserved audience in our libraries, schools, and homes. All they want is to be Wednesday Addams from the original black and white television show, and yet they are trapped in a technicolor world. Please. Encourage their developing sense of style, and donate a spooky picture book to a goth little girl today.

Here are my recommendations for picture books for bouncing baby goths:

Vampirina: Now a kids' television show, still a cute picture book series!

Monster books by Kelly Leigh Miller: Good lessons to learn with Bigfoot, Dracula, and more!

Gustavo the Shy Ghost: another series with a bunch of cute monster friends, and gorgeous artwork! Y hay libros en español 💜

Working Mummies: sadly out of print, but a storytime favorite of mine :(

Vlad the Rad: your child is never too young for skater lingo and spooky old schools!

If Your Babysitter is a Bruja: a gorgeous Spanglish book that doesn't isolate readers in either language. This one is technically cheating since it is explicitly a Halloween book but it's SO CUTE C'MON.

Vampenguin: A spooky summer read! A little identity mix-up on a trip to the zoo. :)

Parents can't resist gendering their child early on, but if there's a young kid in your life who needs a little spooky love, I try to encourage pursuing the interests the kids are actually showing rather than the ones parents wish they had. Boys are often expected to like weird, gross, or hyperspecific things, but parents seem to believe that girls can't like things beyond princesses and unicorns Peppa Pig, which may be all that she's ever been exposed to at all. If your daughter wants to raid the Halloween collection, let her! She'll appreciate that more than being funneled endlessly towards someone else's end goal for her future. You can try out lovely stories in silly/spooky aesthetic, get some story time in to share, and see an image of what a Mummy would look like as a dentist drilling Vampire teeth. The world is vast, and children under five are too young for Goth clubs, so let's compromise in the middle <3

PS: Boys and GNC kids in your life might like these too 😎 Just saying. 💜✨🦇✨

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Truth or Dare

Tommy and Buck were a little tipsy. Scratch that—they were drunk. This was the first time they had indulged this much together, and Buck was delighted to discover that his boyfriend was a giggly drunk.

There wasn't really any reason for their drinking escapade. It had started innocently enough with wine at dinner. Then, when Tommy got to pick the night's movie, Buck suggested they play a rom-com drinking game to go along with it. Tommy had happily agreed, and Buck found one online.

Tommy's choice for the evening was "13 Going on 30," and they were already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol before the age shift in the movie. By the time the iconic "Thriller" scene rolled around, they were definitely drunk.

"Let's play truth or dare!" Buck squealed, his eyes bright with excitement.

Tommy scrunched up his nose, considering for a moment. "Noooo... I mean maybe...Okay, yes!" he finally giggled, unable to resist Buck's infectious enthusiasm.

Buck clapped his hands together, grinning from ear to ear. "Okay, you go first. Truth or dare?"

Tommy pondered for a moment, swaying slightly where he sat. "Truth!" he declared, giggling again.

"Okay!" Buck exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Who was your first celebrity crush?"

Tommy's face scrunched up in thought, a goofy smile playing on his lips. "Well, I used to tell everyone it was Alyssa Milano," he started, his words slightly slurred.

"But it wasn't because you like boys!" Buck interrupted, pointing a wobbly finger at Tommy.

"Obviously," Tommy agreed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "It was actually Brendan Fraser."

Buck's eyes widened appreciatively. "Ooh, he's pretty!" he said, nodding vigorously.

Tommy grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. "Right? Those eyes, that hair... and don't even get me started on 'The Mummy'."

Buck's jaw dropped. "Oh my god, yes! I love that movie. I always thought Rick was so cool..." He trailed off, a look of sudden realization crossing his face. "But actually... maybe I had a crush on him too."

Tommy burst out laughing, nearly spilling his drink. "Look at you, having your own little sexual awakening right here!"

Buck joined in the laughter, his cheeks flushing even redder. "I can't believe I never realized it before. I mean, those blue eyes, that jawline..."

"And the way he rocked that holster," Tommy added with a wink.

"Oh god," Buck groaned, burying his face in his hands but still grinning. "How did I not know I was bi sooner?"

Tommy patted his knee sympathetically. "Better late than never, babe. And hey, at least you have great taste in men," he added with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

how did you decide Birdie would call Tim papa, not daddy (assuming it's the single dad au Tim)?

Honestly it's mostly a left over from the version of PGPau where Jay lives and he and Tim raise Birdie together (there's now also a very rough version of that Au where Jay lives but vanished Brian style and shows back up in Tim's life years later with a bunch of stuff figured out. This fic has too many au's. So much for me trying to give 'the' au a name so I could keep it straight in my head, now PGPau has like three aus behind it, it's just anything post canon now, whoops. Oh well 💀)

Anyway, Jay just seemed like the dad/daddy parent, and that made sense to me with the whole trans Jay thing, Jay going from dad/daddy to mum/mummy was just too perfect y'know? So Tim became papa because of that, and then I decided Birdie would be 'canon' to Sorry It's Locked and went "well Jay's still gonna die because I love angst too much to give that up" and just ended up keeping papa for Tim even in the more 'canon' single dad Tim au because I just feel like it suits him. Y'know?

He just seems like a papa to me. He's a big loving mamabear to his very tiny very weird daughter, y'know? Ridiculously protective of her, if you hurt his baby he will rip your arms off, but also incredibly soft with her because she's his kid and she survived so fucking much with him even before she was born and he wants desperately to give her the childhood and family he never had. Even if that family is just him and her.

He's a mamabear protecting and loving his cub, except he's a guy, so he's a papabear but you know what i mean 💀

I just love it. Papa suits him, y'know?

Jay's dad/daddy and then mum/mummy, Tim's papa the whole way through, and Brian is Mr. Thomas then Brian, then quickly becomes bubba.

I love it. They're just all so cute.

Okay, I went off on a tangent about Alex here for some reason so I'm putting it under a thingybobber 💀

And with the whole "everyone lives" thing even Alex would probably end up with like, not a family title like the others, but he'd be part of their family in a friend way, y'know? Like, in everyone lives, everyone lives, y'know? And that includes Alex. And obviously he's not just walking around free, but I see him being in like hospital prison y'know? I can't remember what that's called, but anyway. He's in hospital prison and he can't leave because of what he did, but he's not in normal prison because he really wasn't in control of his actions when he killed people, not really.

At first only Tim goes to visit him, and even then he doesn't go super often because it's hard on both him and Alex (though mostly Alex). And he mostly goes because he understands what Alex was going through the best. He understands that if he hadn't had his medication he could easily have been the one in Alex's place. He wasn't "better" than Alex or more resistant to the Operators influence, he simply had people around him who could help (that being his doctors).

Then after a little while it's both Tim and Jay who go to visit Alex, still only very occasionally because, yeah it's a lot, none of them can really cope with seeing each other more than a couple times a year at first, but over time it gets easier and eventually Tim and Jay end up visiting him once every one to two months or something, once Alex's doctors or whatever are like "yeah I think that'll be okay, he's starting to cope better and relapse less when you come to visit him now. We genuinely think it's helping him."

They tell Alex about their life together and eventually Birdie comes up. So Alex knows about Birdie.

And Birdie knows about Alex because obviously she asks about how her parents met, and she asks where they went when they've had a day out, and they don't wanna lie to her, so they tell her about MH in the most kid friendly way they can, and tell her they're visiting this friend who's in hospital and can't leave because he tried to hurt people when he was younger. And like, obviously they are like, "we don't blame him for it, he was really, really sick and didn't realise that what he was doing wasn't 'saving' people like he thought it was" or whatever. They talk to her about the good sides of Alex, as well as very carefully addressing the bad sides, and eventually Birdie starts asking to go with them to see him. And like, at first it's a flat out no, because Jay and Tim have no damn clue how either Birdie or Alex will react to meeting each other, and even just seeing Tim and Jay used to fuck Alex up pretty bad and it took ages to get to the point they're at now. Like, they don't wanna undo that progress.

Anyway, eventually Brian comes back into their lives too, still the same way, with him starting out as a new teacher at Birdies school and then meeting Tim and Jay (well, Lark at that point but y'know) and eventually ending up dating the two of them and Birdie just kinda naturally migrated to calling him bubba, because it's not quite a parent name, but it's that same sort of sound, y'know?

Then like, Tim and Lark have been talking to the people in charge of looking after Alex and trying to figure out if there's a way he can meet Birdie. And like, with Brian back in the picture that's another thing for Alex to deal with so the whole "meet Birdie" thing gets pushed back again because finding out Brian is also alive is just, a lot for Alex, hugely conflicting and all that. Like, he's both glad Tim didn't kill Brian (or Brian didn't die running away from Tim whatever) and also very upset because he failed to "save" him. But eventually, ages and ages later, Birdie and Brian both end up going to see Alex too (after like, much therapy for them both to help them get ready for that, especially Brian) but like, yeah. Idk Birdie's probably like 15 by the time she meets Alex and it's all mostly fine honestly.

Idk I just like the idea of Birdie getting to meet Alex and it just kinda being fine? He's just a guy who got very sick when he was younger, and that changed the way his brain worked so that he couldn't fully comprehend the fact that killing people wasn't necessarily the best way to save them, that they could live with the Operator's presence like Tim had and still be okay. Like, it wasn't his fault. The Operator was literally changing the way his brain worked and without any medical intervention like Tim had, Alex was pretty much doomed from the start. He couldn't fight that. The operator was like a malicious, sentient, intangible tumor pressing on his brain and changing his personality, except it was taken to the extreme, because supernatural monster, y'know?

[toomuchracket]

thinking about matty grabbing ass in public,,, im afraid im down bad. i think he'd make it a habit with girlie and when the babas grow up a lil theyre all like "ewwwww daddddd unhand her"

UNHAND HER 😭😭 no i was talking to heather and ace about this recently and i am CONVINCED that when they get older lyla and alex have a bet on whether or not they'll get a surprise sibling because of how touchy mum and dad are lmfao. and i mean like they're like 8 and 9 like "our parents kiss so much more than everyone else's seem to. they're really in love so maybe we'll get a brother or sister" lol. anyway! alex almost cries one time when he's like 5 because matty cannot resist tapping your ass when he walks into the kitchen, literally like "daddy NOOOOOO don't hit mummy it's not nice it's mean" lmao - matty has to do a full fucking youtuber-style apology to both you and your baby before alex is appeased, the duration of which you spend trying not to laugh but also finding it so endearing how perceptive and caring alex is (his dad's mini me fr). but the kids also hate it when you and matty kiss in front of them, especially when they're teenagers, which obviously means you do it even more to wind them up; lyla gets in from school one afternoon when she's 15 and goes "oh for fuck's SAKE. could you be any more uncouth?" at the sight of you and matty having a little smooch while he makes dinner, to which matty literally just pulls away to say "language, thank you, darling" and then kisses you again lol. but, like you said, the ass grabbing is their least favourite - you and matty will literally be curled up on one armchair in the living room with his hand on your ass during movie night, or it'll find its way into the back pocket of your jeans when you're walking together, and the kids will FLIP like "you two literally disgust me. dad, you're such a freak. STOP DOING THAT TO MY MOTHER" and "this is so embarrassing. get a room. and use protection, i beg - i've got exams next year, i can't have my sleep interrupted by a baby crying" lmaoooooo. but secretly they don't mind; they'd rather have happy, together parents, after all <3

[jungle-angel]

Of Tricks and Treats (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett are trying to get your store ready for Halloween, but your little ghouls can't keep their hands off the baked goods

The whole store smelled of fall, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, honey, freshly cut wood, pumpkins, apples and leaves. It was a place that you and Rhett were happy to finally own, pulling in the extra funds to feed your ever growing family while at the same time, becoming your happy place.

Rhett had just finished jarring the last little bit of honey you had gotten from the beehives during the summer, placing them on the little whitewashed table with all the rest. Summer had been a blast with the tourist boom giving you a huge boost, but now that fall was here, you both knew that the store would do just as well as it had during the summer.

He poked his head into the little kitchen to find you making all the Halloween treats that would attract everyone in town. He couldn't get enough of them and neither could the kids, little spider's nest cupcakes, cookies that were shaped like pumpkins, bats and Day of the Dead skulls with their bright colors, Rice Krispy treats that looked like little mummies, skeleton cakes and little brownies that had green zombie hands poking out of it.

"Smells good in here darlin," he purred, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "What's cookin?"

"Bat cookies," you told him. "I finished the Oreo spider nest cupcakes a few minutes ago."

Rhett couldn't resist the tantalizing smell of the cookies that had just come out of the oven. "I'll be back," he said, giving you one more kiss on the cheek that made you scrunch up and giggle.

"Don't you go sneaking any of these," you warned him. "Your mom's making dinner."

Rhett chuckled as he went back to work in the main area of the store, unpacking the dyed wool that you and Rhett had gotten from the sheep that roamed your property. The heavy scent of pumpkins and apples had made him a little drowsy, his stomach gurgling from not having eaten lunch. Even the incense that was in the jars on the shelves had made his head a little spacey.

"Rhett?"

"Hmm?"

He was surprised to find you standing close by with the cookie plate missing at least four of the cookies you had baked. "Any idea where the cookies went?"

"What?"

"There were twenty on the plate and I've only counted sixteen," you told him.

"I didn't take any, I swear."

"Rhett....."

"Darlin I promise you I did not take the cookies."

"Well if you didn't, then who did?"

Rhett shrugged and shook his head.

You went back to the kitchen and left your husband to his own devices, but when you returned, two of the cupcakes were missing off the plate along with some of the Rice Krispy treats.

"Alright," you sighed. "Either we've got house elves or something's amiss here."

"Darlin, again, I did NOT take anything off the plate," Rhett insisted.

"Really?" you asked him. "Because I assumed by the way you were looking at the zombie brownies....."

"Sweetheart," he said. "I still swear on my Grandpa's good name that I did NOT sneak any of the baked goods."

The clatter of a cookie being taken off a plate reached both your ears when you saw Amy in her little knit hat and black and white checked flannel sneaking two more bat cookies off the plate and giggling.

"Shit!" you hissed.

"HAH!" Rhett exclaimed. "I TOLD YA'LL IT WASN'T ME!"

You both charged after Amy to the storage room and found not only her, but Hannah and the twins hiding amidst their little box fort with their stash of cookies, candies, cakes and mini tartlets they had all stolen off the shelves.

"Oh my God," you groaned.

"I told ya," Rhett laughed. "I done told ya darlin!"

As soon as the baking was done for the evening and the store had been closed up, you and Rhett loaded up the four little ghouls and headed back for home. The ride had been a noisy one with the kids being louder than usual due to the sudden sugar rush they had acquired at the store.

"Oh my word," Cecelia groaned when she saw the frosting all over the kids faces. "Rhett, what the hell did they eat?"

"Most of our inventory, Ma," he chuckled.

"Damnit, and I had made a mac n cheese bake for dinner," she swore.

"Well, turn'em loose in the yard Cece, maybe they'll burn it all off and get hungry," Royal told her as he unloaded Tanner from his carseat.

You didn't mind your mother and father-in-law taking them off your hands for a while, turning the kids loose in the yard to run off their sugar high before dinner.

"What?" Rhett asked when he saw you laughing.

"Just so you know, you're putting them to bed tonight," you laughed.

Rhett groaned in frustration. "Brush their teeth and give them their baths too?"

"Yep," you said as he drew you in.

Rhett ran his hands through his hair and sighed. He loved all of you to death, but he just hoped that the kids would crash and sleep deeply until the next morning.

[echoesofwisdomcountup]

25 Days until Tears of the Kingdom Release. Is it really? Haha the smaller the number gets the more I doubt reality. I've just been waiting for this game for so long that even with all the marketing and the trailer analysis it's hard to believe its actually happening.

Spoilers under the cut for the last batch of screenshot trailer analysis.

So this tear has the recall chicken symbol on it. I checked. Zelda also has the Master Sword with her. Either she's fixing the sword and that's something only she can do or Zelda is in the past so the sword isn't broken yet and she is leaving something there for Link.

Ganondorf, mummy version I'm assuming, spewing red malice stuff but much brighter red this time. I wonder if Malice is just Ganondorf's version of fuse. Link gets green glue and Ganondorf red. After this there is a shot where the red stuff hits the sky and starts summoning monsters. The trailer transitions it to make it look continuous but once we get into the game we'll most likely find that it's separate cut scenes or different parts of the same cut scene but not continuous. Honestly, I think this might be where Link and the Master Sword get attacked but I'm still not giving up on the possibility that the malice emerges from the Master Sword outwards as Fi looses control on Demise.

I'm pretty sure I mentioned the lack of lynels in the other analysis I did. Welp here they are with their massive antlers (oof on the damage those things will probably cause) and the sword looking thing sticking out of one of their heads. I wonder what fusing Lynel horns to shields, swords, or arrows will do. I think I'll fight some just for that.

What else do I have to say? It's the main man, Ganondorf. I can't wait to kick his ass again.

Never seen this enemy in any of the Zelda games I've played. However, I will look forward to this boss fight/mini boss fight and whatever skill or item we need to defeat it. Maybe ascend or some ice weapon? I heard that ascend works on certain enemies and I'm very curious about which ones. It'd be interesting if this enemy tries to swallow Link and Link just ascends through the roof of its mouth.

This is Hylia or some version of Zelda from the past (yeah I'm aware that Hylia is technically a version of Zelda but whatever.) I think she's very pretty, super amazing, and very strong considering she laser beams a bunch of Molduga with no sweat.

RIJU!!! Look at my girl double wielding swords (Can we do it too as Link? Nintendo?? I wanna duel wield.) Riju appears to have grown into her own and mastered her lightning powers without needing the Helm. I'm so proud of her and I can't wait to fight along side her.

I can't tell you how cool it is to see that Link will be working and fighting alongside other citizens of Hyrule. The resistance in Twilight Princess walked so that TOTK NPCS can run. At least that's my hope. Also neat looking sword Link.

Now this part of the trailer nearly gave me a heart attack. I was like no freaking way will the new champions literally fight besides Link and not just in a cut scene. How sick is this? Of course, I heard some people say co-op but I don't think that's what's happening. You see the blue glowy stuff on Sidon? Yeah it was on Tulin too. I think the new champions might be like summons, automated companions. I think Nintendo took the wolf link amiibo and the Yunobu follow quest and beefed it up. I'm very excited about it.

So Riju doesn't have a tear that we can see and they haven't shown Yunobu but Tulin and Sidon have different tears. I'm very curious about what these things do. I'm also amused that Sidon got blue and Tulin green considering the colors of Mipha's Grace and Revali's Gale. I'm not sure about the symbols on them since I don't think they correspond to any of the abilities icons unlike recall. Anyway, it's just another thing that can't be answered until the game is out.

Giant fire gleeok or three headed evil dragon or whatever it's called, it's a sick looking boss that I can't wait to fight. Also the weapon that Link is using looks so other worldly. It's got the shape of a wing and its probably ice related. I wonder what enemy Link got it from but it does remind me of Naydra so maybe it's a dragon part? Nintendo really popped off with the Fuse ability.

So Ganondorf is most likely what this mural figure represent but look at the Hylian (i think it's a hylian, could be a Zonai) beneath him. I think the figure with its hand raised represents either Link or the person who owned the ancient hand and sealed Ganondorf.

It's a bit hard to see but see these four warriors? I think they might represent the four champions since these guys are the only warrior figures in the middle of the horde of monsters. The warriors that aren't yet in the midst of monsters must represent the other NPCs, the citizens of Hyrule that are also fighting back. I think the mural is neat and I wonder where we might see it in the game.

Lastly, Zelda holding the Master Sword and saying "You must find me Link." The first time I watched the trailer I went "Zelda?? If Link has to find you then where the heck are you??" And that's where time travel to the past is looking like a more and more likely theory. The only other theory I have involves realms/alternate worlds since A Link Between worlds exists and so do the Twilight and Silent Realms. But again, I think we'll just have to wait and see what the game has in store.

Thank you for coming to the end of this analysis with me. I'm ecstatic to have my questions answered on May 12, 2023.

Edit: It has been brought to my attention that Riju does in fact have a visible tear and I even posted a picture where it is visible. Guess my brain was so focused on how badass she looked while duel wielding swords that I missed it. Welp that's three for three tears so I'm expecting Yunobu to have one.

[yuquinzel]

HELLO HANA 🤭🤭🤭 here to annoy u again

anyway.. rinnie ko bas ek din ghar pe invite karna hai for a sleepover to see his face when he realizes ki woh tumhare saath same room mein nahi sone wala h 😭 and then he gets so pouty and you have to be like "sorry rinnie :P just my family...... they're a little...." so he's like ok (sad) and woh guest room mein sota h but then he gets a text from you at like 1 in the morning which says "be quiet when you come in <3" and he's already getting out of the bed in seconds ??????? ugh this man. and bonus when tumhare bhai/behen ghar mein rehte h because he's extra scared of getting caught 😭😭😭😭 and then after cuddling all night you have to quite literally push him out of your room at 4 AM bc he gets so clingy and won't let you go (how are u gonna escape from those strong ass arms ???) and you're whisper-yelling at him in the dark like "rin! go back to your room i swear to god—" kyuki mummy 5 baje hi uthti hai ... ☠️ bechara rin </3

“rin... let go, it's almost 4 am!”

rin's hold on you is firm, it's hard enough to keep your voice low and close to a whisper-yell, it's even more difficult to wrestle yourself free from the embrace of his strong arms when he's very obviously determined to not let go.

“quit whining, you're the one who asked me to come.”

“yeah, like an hour ago. my mom will be up by 5! you and i are dead if she sees you leave my room at this hour.” you try to reason, hands going to push away at his forearms to allow space between you both, but to no avail. if anything, he just holds you even tighter.

“sounds like a you problem. first you ask me for a sleepover, and then i find we're not even gonna sleep in the same room. then i get a text asking me to come over to your room, and now you want me leave again? not happening.”

“bro,” you deadpan, “you're lucky my parents even agreed to let you sleep over! I'll make up for it later, but please go back to your room!”

you can't help but snicker as the events of earlier come playing in your mind— the look of pure horror on rin's pretty face as he learns he's not going to be spending the night with you, but in the guest room instead. the way he was shrinking in his seat as your siblings give him the side-eye everytime they'd catch him staring at you. god, he looked adorable pouting when you slapped his hand away from your own, in front of your parents.

but now when you feel him inch closer, burying his face in your shoulders as the warmth of your bodies cover you like a second blanket— you know you've already lost. you don't really want him to leave either, and there's a tremble in your voice that's enough to tell rin that your resistance isn't as legitimate as you're hoping for it to be.

“i don't care. your parents already love me. I'll win them over, now shut up and let me sleep.”

the hushed sweetness to his voice betrays his words, he's only threading his fingers through your hair in what you assume is an attempt to lull you to sleep. you take a mental note to not underestimate itoshi rin's ability to charm you with his words past 3 am— he's uncharacteristically clingy, being all soft and delicate, tentative and loving— the way only you know rin to be.

“my sister's in the other room, she definitely knows you're here.”

“that means we're already done for, might as well let it be.”

“god, you are insufferable.” you say, (begrudgingly) settling into his chest.

you can only imagine a satisfied smirk on his face when he breathes— the rise and fall of his chest slowing falling in sync with yours— and you feel it resonate with your own.

yeah, you don't really want him to leave.

hiii val im sorry for the late reply </3 here take this as a peace offering,, literally wrote this just now— i love your ideas, please stay in my inbox forever :(

[glossyybabie]

identity

part 19 || part 20

Summary: You can feel yourself crumbling away.

Warnings: Kidnapping. Blood and gore. A Missy-esque bit of body horror.

Word count: 1376

Notes: Applying to internships has taken up all of my time so I haven’t been able to update in aeons. I’m not even sorry.

Waking up dazed and confused was becoming a very natural feeling for you. This ceiling was a strangely common sight. The pale grey tiles felt as though they were staring back at you with a shared kind of familiarity.

You pushed yourself upright. Your body immediately put up plenty of resistance, but not as much as you’d been expecting. A morbid part of you knew that you were just adjusting. This sort of discomfort would be the new normal.

Your gaze drew towards a tray of bloodied tools, resting harmlessly against the arm of a pristine white chair. The blue latex gloves on the other armrest had been twisted inside out to avoid splattering the chair in red.

Your palms smoothed down your hospital gown against your skin. You felt no bruises, no unevenness in the form of bumps or scarring. Your skin was clear, if dull, almost monochrome. You wondered just how many basic vitamins and minerals you were dangerously low on.

You started forward on wobbly legs. Pain radiated in a multitude of areas — some areas you didn't even know were capable of being in pain. But it was easy enough to ignore. That pain wasn't too sharp or troublesome. It didn't have you doubling over. If you could walk, you were fine.

You toyed with a blood-caked scalpel in your hand. In hindsight, you weren't even sure what had compelled you to pick it up. It wasn't as if any weapon existed that was a match for Missy. And even if there was, it wouldn't be a scalpel. The fires of hell probably weren't strong enough for that bitch–

"Who? Me?"

Missy stood behind you. Just a few feet away, she was just as refined and imposing as you'd always remembered her being. Her plum skirts swished around her legs as she took a step closer. You followed the line of her vision towards the scalpel in your hand.

"Now, where exactly were you going with that?" Missy asked calmly.

When interacting with Missy, there was no such thing as a lie. Lies were for just about anyone else.

"For a walk."

Missy grinned, a sweet yet cold expression that exposed her teeth. "Sure you are, poppet. Come on, back to mummy."

She was beckoning you back, her hands open and waiting for you to take. You stared at her palms. She didn't make a move towards you. She was letting you make the next move.

You shifted the scalpel around in your hand. "Why should I?" you challenged her. "Why should I do anything you say if it doesn't matter anyway?"

Missy exhaled sharply. "Sweetheart, I can't do this with you every time you have a crisis of self. Just come over here, give me your new toy, and no one has to get hurt. Alright?"

You watched her go still. Even now, your move in this game wasn't over yet. She was giving you a rare chance to reconsider. This was her showing mercy. She wasn't hurting you . . .

Yet. But she hadn't hurt you for a year of your life, and yet she'd never created wounds that ran so deep. She didn't need to cause harm in order to hurt. She was above that.

You shook your head. "No."

Pain shot through your arm like nothing you could have imagined. Your fingers were frozen around the steel door handle. You couldn’t consciously move them. You couldn’t move anything.

All too soon, sensation returned. You jerked away and stumbled onto the floor. The scalpel in your hand scraped across your face, eventually skidding across the shiny floor to a halt and leaving a notable trail of blood in its wake.

Your face erupted in blistering pain. You let out a pained cry and clasped your hands over your nose and mouth as blood poured over your trembling lips.

Missy stooped down and pinched the chunk of mangled flesh from the floor. “I suppose I can officially say got your nose.”

You wanted to scream for so many reasons. Tears burned in your eyes. Your throat was tight, but that feeling was nothing compared to the hot, thick viscera that coated your mouth and chin. You struggled to breathe past the fluids on your face.

You started to roll onto your front, but Missy slipped the tip of her boot beneath you before you could manage. She started to forcefully turn you over, ignoring your sobbing, garbled protests.

“Come on,” Missy said lightly, kneeling carelessly in the pool of blood beside you. “Let’s see what you’ve done. Don’t be shy now.”

This was all her fault — all of this was her fault. You were so defeated. The blood started to dribble down your cheeks and through your nose where it reached your throat. Your attempted coughs resembled inhuman grunts.

Missy pulled your damp hands away from your face. She laughed.

“Oh dear. See, this is why we don’t walk around with sharp tools. It’s only a matter of time before I get bored and shock you into slicing your organs off,” Missy sighed. She toyed with the exposed raw meat of your open wound, uncaring of the way you writhed in pain and clawed at her arms, gurgling incoherent words. “I think we can do better though. Shall we go again? I’ll aim for something more substantial this time, like an eye. Ooh, maybe an ear. Your tongue, if I time it right.”

You couldn’t stop crying. You were humiliated. You’d sustained injuries to last several lifetimes, you’d been torn apart and hastily glued back together in every way possible, but this felt more real than anything Missy had hurled at you before.

This was your face. It was the only familiar sight in your reflection. It reminded you of who you truly were. And now it was as disfigured, haggard, unattractive as the rest of you. Crumbling and wasting away like a plastic-corroded doll in a charity shop.

This was the largest piece of your identity to flake away so far. And it hurt.

Missy started to pull you up. You were just relieved that she was no longer poking her sharp red fingernails into the gaping hole in your face. “Come on, that’s enough sulking,” she said impatiently. “You humans are so hopelessly hideous with or without basic facial features, so I wouldn’t worry your ugly little head about it. That’s the spirit.”

She forced you to walk towards the bed you’d woken up in, disregarding the crippling pain you were in. Your knees buckled hopelessly beneath you. Missy half-dragged you alongside her.

“And hey,” she continued, “maybe someday I’ll get bored and reattach your nose. Or a nose, anyway. That’ll give you something to look forward to.”

You choked on a gasp. Blood spurted out of your mouth, all tangy on the tip of your tongue. You tried to make the most of the sensation — it was a matter of time before Missy started focusing on new areas of your face to maim.

Your knees slammed firmly onto the unforgiving floor. The blood-loss was starting to make you feel lightheaded. The thumping against the front of your skull wouldn’t cease, no matter how much you willed it.

You tried to speak, with little success. Your words tumbled out gurgled and splattered with blood. Hardly coherent.

Missy leaned in closer, tilting her ear towards you. “What was that, dear?”

You felt sick. The way she made you feel was dehumanising. On your knees in front of her. Pleading. Begging. Worthlessly so.

You cleared the immediate blood from your mouth and sobbed. “. . . Help me, Missy.”

Missy sighed, lowering her head in resignation. “Oh, alright,” she conceded. “Since you asked so nicely.”

She lifted your limp body off the floor. You put up no resistance as she carried you the remaining distance, her arms firmly supporting your weight this time. She gently set you down and lowered your head onto a soft pillow.

She moved the tray of tools towards herself. You watched her settle down comfortably, one leg neatly crossed over the other, as she reached for a familiar silver rod. Dread settled in the pit of your stomach.

“Let me just give my cautery rod a chance to heat up first.”

[ask-the-four-lords]

*an unusually small, probably-not-fully-grown human standing in the snow on the front steps of castle dimitrescu.* *shivering and look up at alcina sadly.* wady dimitrescu please be my mummy.... [HAH LETS SEE HER MATERNAL INSTINCT RESIST THAT] [angie 2024. *breaks pasta*]

Alcina Dimitrescu, this assumes you're not AMAB because Lady D is flawed: *She can't restrain her maternal instincts, you askers win* Please, come in dear. *ushers you inside* Bela got this poor girl a blanket! Daniela direct her to an open room! You poor thing, whoever did this to you will suffer greatly but for now you can stay here. I can't say I can be your mommy but you will be taken care of, what Lady would I be if I was heartless enough as to leave you to die in the cold.

[beanibon]

Can we have the part 2 of this beautiful masterpiece with 98 Knives?

Of course Anon! I'd absolutely love too, we all love a good old kinkfest in the form of bottom Knives.

TW: dubcon, foot fetish (sorrynotsorry!), foot fucking, collar play, breath play, puppy play, piss kink (SORRYNOTSORRY), Exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), spanking, anal play, fingering, overstimulation, use of sex toys, mummy kink, public humiliation.

Part One

The sounds of begging, pleading and crying echoed off the walls of your home. Nails dug into the fabric of that refurbished couch, where you sat amused at the scene playing out before you.

Knives was bucking his hips forwards, face so red it rivalled his brother's signature jacket. All you did was rest one leg a top the other, Knives chasing his high against the base of your foot, collared, gagged and looking absolutely whorish where he bent over.

Ever since your last encounter, where you fucked Knives into submission, whenever Vash obliviously dropped off his elder brother, you got to work.

Now it was second nature for him to strip the moment that door closed, signalling his brother had abandoned him into the domain of an insatiable witch. Today was no exception, you already had him drooling, getting off to the simple command of humping himself against your foot like the mutt he was.

What an absolutely glorious sight it was.

As Knives began whining, mouth eliciting lustful whimpers, your foot was soon coated in translucent semen. You gave the plant no time to savour his high, shoving the foot harshly into his face.

"Be a good boy, lick it."

And just as well trained he was, Knives swallowed thickly before cleaning up the mess he made, gagging as you shoved it down his throat. You giggled as his tongue swirled around your toes, drool pooled between each one.

"Mummy is going to get something special for my sweet baby, be a dear and try to compose yourself." Your cruel words had Knives shivering, tongue stuck out as you pulled your foot away, wiping the saliva with his discarded boxers.

Knives jerked, crying out as another harsh smack to his ass had pain exploding all over his backside. He was propped up over your lap, ass in the air, cock rubbed and squeezed between your plush thighs. The room was spinning, tears already stained his reddened cheeks, jolting as another smack with the paddle collided into his behind.

"I'm sorry baby, does that hurt? Maybe if you had've been good, you wouldn't have to be punished." Between the slaps of the paddle against Knives ass, your free hand teased his hole, amused by how it quivered and puckered at each minor tease.

"I-I'm- Ah! I'm sorry, m-mummy." How utterly pathetic he sounded, apologising to this witch that tortured him practically on a daily basis. He was ashamed of what he'd become.

But fuck did it turn him on.

Knives gasped out, hips squirmed as you inserted the tip of your finger inside him, no lube, drool or stale cum, just dry fingers prying him open. It burned along with his abused ass cheeks, how on earth was he going to explain to Vash why he couldn't sit for a week.

His feet kicked, toes curling in protest to how you forced those neatly manicured fingers into his ass. Laughter as sweet as honey, yet laced with the most potent poison echoed of the walls, free hand released the paddle as his collar tightened suddenly.

"Ca-can't... breathe!"

"I know, that's the point." Another finger traced an enticing semicircle around his hole, the pad slipping in with slight resistance.

Knives mimicked a dog in heat, hips wiggling, anus sucking those intrusive fingers deeper. Your fingering was never gentle, no that would be out of character, instead you abused his hole into it was pink and raw to touch. So Knives should've expected the cruel pace the moment those fingers curled against his prostate, strangled, choking moans pouring from his slobbering mouth.

You worked him relentlessly, pumping your dry digits to the knuckle into your mutt. The paddle was back in hand, the slaps against his reddened ass cheeks ten times more painful. As cries and moans of pain and pleasure, along with the occasional sound of wood on skin filled your little country house. It was absolute bliss.

With a final slap, fingers squashed against his prostate, Knives painted those glorious thighs in his cum, body jerking with the waves of his orgasm. That was only the second time, there'd be much more torment, far worse humiliation awaiting for him.

This was by far the worst form of humiliation Knives had ever experienced. It may be the dead of night, no one around besides the odd drunk passed out on the road, but this was a new low.

The tug on his leash was a reminder of your demand, sickly sweet eyes observing the man you forced on all fours. "Well Knives, this is the only bathroom break I'm giving you. You shouldn't waste my generosity."

Knives robotically turned to look up, swallowing the dread that arose in his throat. You were being dead serious, and that in itself mortified him.

A tug had Knives dragged forward, face colliding into the cooled sand. You leaned so innocently against that wall, eyelashes fluttering in fluid motions. Neither helped make that stupid, red fire hydrant anymore tempting.

But he digressed, obedient as always, Knives felt hot with embarrassment. The humiliation of cocking his leg like some stray, relieving himself against some germ coated hydrant felt so belittling.

As he finished, head hung in shame, Knives was offered no chance to pity his situation. Nails scratched against his head, fingers previously deep in his ass pulled his hair, face pressed against your exposed cunt beneath that short dress. Those eyes pleaded, pleaded that you weren't going to make him eat you out behind your house. But Knives knew better, you weren't afraid of getting caught.

Your weight strained at his neck, back now pressed against that very same hydrant, warm from what he'd done. His face was tugged against your folds, impatience evident as your right leg wrapped around his skull.

"Knives, it's rude to keep me waiting. I'm sure you wouldn't want your brother to catch you in such a predicament, that'd be rather unfortunate."

Tears of humiliation welled in his tear ducts, mouth working your nectar coated pussy, much more experienced since his first night. Knives had made an effort to familiarise himself with your pleasure, for when those rare moments of pleasing you arose he'd know how to draw out your songs of ecstacy.

He relished these moments, even in the most embarrassing scene like now, bringing you to a brief moment of incoherence was fulfilling. Especially when you praised him, it hardened him easily compared to the degradation.

"Good boy, you're doing so well. Right there, that's the spot." Those fingers loosened just that smidge, allowing Knives to pressed into the warm embrace of shivering cunt, nose tickled by that neatly trimmed trail.

It no longer mattered he was sitting in his own piss, the pleasure of your praise had erased that prior shame; all that mattered was how your thighs squeezed his face as he lapped up your nectar.

"My sweet Knives, so obedient for me." Knives melted into your touches, cheek pressed against your warm, sopping cunt as his arms hugged the back of your thighs. "Let's get you cleaned up for the main course."

The machine was horrific, why on Gunsmoke was there two? What could you possibly need with two of these machines!?

Knives trembled, damp skin from his shower glistening in the moonlight. What torture awaited him now?

"Did you wish to continue? If so, you may not be able to verbally speak our safeword, so please remember the tap signal we came up with." This was the only part you asked such a question, the end events always being the most strenuous on his body.

"I recall." Knives suspiciously eyed the two machines, one already dripping with cold lube.

"Please show me." Only then did you look up from what appeared to be the instructions, patiently awaiting his demonstration.

Knives tapped the synchronised safe tune against the door frame, heartbeat elevated at your rare genuine smile. It made him wonder why you couldn't be more sweet, like the first time you suggested the existence of a safe word. Which Knives thought ridiculous, yet grew to be grateful as one night became too much too quickly.

"Perfect, hurry up then I can't remember how much charge these have and I'm impatient." Were you not to pleasure him for the final scene?

His face held an agitated pout, disappointment etched in every feature as he stomped forward; much like a child throwing a silent tantrum. It irked him how attached to your cruel forms of sexual activity he'd grown accustomed to, not to mention how addictive the after-care you provided was.

"I didn't spend three quarters of my paycheck to have these covered in dust, you're using them whether you like it or not mister!" You ignored his grumble, the machines would take care of that attitude.

Cold lube was shoved into his already prepared hole, he hated how much you used, the sensation of freezing lube dripping onto his balls was not pleasant. "Must you use so much?"

Once again he was ignored, Knives abandoning any further investigating, instead studying the machine in front of him. Many questions danced around in his mind, one of them being were you to join him? Yet he didn't seem to belief that theory, if that were the case it'd be lubed too.

Deceitfully gentle hands clutched his waist, ass positioned so the tip of the dildo pressed inside his gaping hole. You giggled at the sound of his moan, hooded eyes now studying you as you began fiddling with the machine in front of him.

That's when light bulb went off; Knives having no time to protest as the dry dildo was shoved into his mouth. The silicone was new, that rubbery flavour was all Knives could taste. Drool began trickling down the corners of his mouth, muffled words directed your way.

Yet again, he was ignored, this time it irritated him enough to glare your way. A dangerous act of defiance.

A muffled moan escaped Knives, the dildo pressed into his ass thrusting in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. Nails dug into your wooden floorboards, adding to the many lines scratched into its surface from previous nights full of lust filled torture.

Then came a strangled gasp of surprise, teeth grazing the new silicone as it thrusted its way down his esophagus. He wanted to get away from this strange sensation, never before had he experienced something shoved down his throat, yet the more he moved back, the more the machine behind him fucked him deeper.

He was trapped, it felt like each evenly paced thrust was bending his spine just the slight bit. Both machines thrusting forward at the same time, you clearly timed that on purpose.

"How does it feel? Good?" The sound of a chair scraping against the floor made Knives wince, eyes darted around to find where you'd made yourself comfortable. "Oh right, you can't talk."

Fingers tilted his head, gag reflex activated as the dildo hit the back of his throat. Knives met your sweet gaze, squinting to see what toy you spun in your hand.

"Let's up the anti, have these wonderful machine face fuck and pound into you at a quicker pace. Then I'll put these to the test too." From this angle Knives couldn't make out what was in your hand, and it had anxiety suffocate him worse than this damned silicone cock.

The pace you program next wasn't a gradual step up, it was full on, both toys ramming into him ruthlessly. Cum splattered all over your floors, the sight an absolute treasure as you crouched to watch his cock twitch. The warm embrace of your hands had Knives moan, needy for your touch against his neglected dick.

"Such a whore." You mocked, shoving something onto it, it was slimy, textured weirdly that it had Knives squirm as much as his body allowed. He hated it, wanted to gone.

Then it constricted.

Whatever you'd engulfed his cock in was milking it for every drop of cum, constricting and releasing at random times. Part of him wished these were your hands, palm slicked in his seed, massaging it into the feathery reproductive appendage.

Fingers toyed with his nipples, feathers sprouting from his back at the touch, quills quivering as you pinched them. Those breasts pressed into his back, mouth nibbling at his ear, Knives became some beautiful, feathered creature, those very same wings wrapped around you protectively.

"There's my sweet plant, so beautiful." Your words had Knives frothing, using his wings to feel up your naked body.

It was heaven, why else would he be on his knees worshipping some gorgeous goddess. At least that's what he'd like think, if it weren't for lack of air suckind into him rather than two massive chunks of silicone.

You were still draped over his back, the tremors of his body being bent rubbed against your clit, feathers rubbing up and down your slicked walls.

This went on for while, you moaning so sweetly in his ear, feathers toying with your sex. While Knives filled his cock toy, semen leaking from around the rim, spine contorting at the pace of the machines.

You wanted to kiss Knives, shove your tongue so far down his throat that you were all he could taste, and that's what you did. You freed him from gaining a sore throat, tongue lapping at drool coated lips, forcing yourself inside. It was sloppy, heated and much more. Neither would change the other for the world.

"A-Angels."

Both toys were shut off, freeing the man from his torture, concern written over every feature of your face. Yet Knives shakily got to his feet, you in tow as he collapsed onto your bed, nuzzling into your neck.

"You just wanted attention, pussy." You teased, a wing slapping you lightly.

Knives didn't respond, drunk on your addictive scent, lazily planting kisses against your pulse point. His wings flapped gently, in rhythm to your steadily beating heart.

The sound lulled you to sleep, cradling Knives in your arms, engulfed inside his own protective barrier.

Neither you, nor Knives bothered to answer the door, content in each other's embrace. Yet Vash relented, calling out for either one or the other.

It irked Knives, who growled and stood, stumbling from the pain of last night. The elder twin didn't even bother dressing, only appearing decent from the way his wings curled around his naked body.

The door was opened, revealing the true state of Knives bruised form, eyes glaring at his brother then towards the insurance girls behind him. "What is it?"

"Are you okay? Geez I know {name} can be rough, but I didn't think she'd hurt you!" Vash exclaimed, shock at the sight of Knives hickies and swollen bruises.

It wasn't the worse, not compared to the broken skin of his ass, Vash couldn't even see the real damage. Not that Knives would ever allow such things.

"I'll repeat myself, what is it that you want?" He was impatient.

"I'm picking you up? We finished the job, so I came by to get you." Poor Vash, riddled with concern for his elder brother who didn't seem to care.

"Is that it? Well have a good day." Before any of them could question him, Knives abruptly slammed the door in their faces, Vash copping the brunt of the blow. He dragged himself back to your room, cuddling up beside you once more.

You may be cruel, wicked even with insatiable lust; yet kindness still ran through that heart of yours. It was evident in the way you praised him, showered him in kisses after the torture had ceased. Knives adored you, even before all of this had begun.

Besides, he didn't mind showing weakness to you. Knives trusted you, a pathetic human that put him in his place.

A/N: I really apologise for the lack of writing, I've been working on more personal projects in regards to AO3 stories recently. Not only that, I've been feeling rather self-conscious about my works compared so some absolutely beautiful fics other creators have blessed us all with.

I definitely am coming back, just expect updates to be much slower. I am down to the last few requests and plan on opening requests after everything is complete and some personal fics are released.

I thank you all for your patience, please enjoy!

[mummy-loves-crinklybottys]

"It's time to check that diapee-butt sweetie, have you made a yummy warm squishies for Mummy???..."

I whisper into his ear as I stand behind him. He's been sat there for hours...

I turn his computer chair around and pull him towards me, taking his little hands in mine, he looks up at me with those big pretty eyes...

His cheeks flush with a rosy glow as he looks away and I enjoy watching him squirm.

"but Mummmmmmy..."

He protests.

"I'm busy working!....I am a big boy!!!"

He genstures towards his computer screen and whines under his breath. I notice his voice start to break. I giggle. I love him all whimpery.

"Now sweetie, I know you're playing grown-ups, but you need a check...You've been so engrossed in that screen, I bet you haven't even noticed you needed a pee pee..."

He visibly squirms and his bottom lip starts to show...

"But I AM a big boy!!"

He huffs- frustrated- he stamps his feet.

I can't help but giggle again, but try to hide it when I notice a little frown appear on his face. It melts me.

He's so cute when he resists...

"No sweetpea, you're not a big boy, you're a baby... And you're my baby and you're wearing a diapee..." I say softly.

"Big boys don't need diapees now do they? Big boys don't need diapees because they know how to use the big boy potty..."

I gently slide a finger into the waistband of his jeans, exposing the top of his cute diapee, the soft crinkles accompanied by his pathetic little moans are the most beautiful sound...

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