#just two little rascals getting into trouble!!

[cementcornfield]

help i've imagined them being friends as kids and now i'm dealing with so many emotions 😭

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

when their tsum courts their crush

I write reader as female

Masterlist

♠️ DEUCE SPADE ♠️

i love the fact that tsum tsum deuce is basically delinquent deuce, only smaller and cuddlier

like deuce explains, he’s very aggressive and quick to anger - it has no impulse control and can and will fight (i.e. headbutt/drop itsy bitsy cauldrons on) anyone 

like, unlike its human counterpart, it doesn’t even pretend to behave or be seen in a positive light, let alone act like the model student deuce is aiming for

but, like all things, there is an exception - and that, dear prefect, is you

you see, tsum deuce is an absolute terror to everyone - everyone except you

in fact, the second it sees you entering the rose maze (trey had you on speed dial the second tsum deuce appeared - everyone say ‘thank you, trey’) it comes bounding over to you and just leaps into your arms

and it just…stays there, all happy and content

and you just look down at this tiny, happy little angelic bean in your hands whilst every single person in heartslabyul is just gawking at how this demon just did a complete 180 degrees personality flip the second you showed up

human deuce is absolutely red faced and has suddenly become very interested in the grass whilst everyone is just giving him the biggest side eyes

so you, being the kind-hearted, altruistic person you are, just smile at the bean in your hands and cheerfully inform everyone that you wouldn’t mind babysitting tsum deuce until crowley finds a way home

everyone except deuce (and grim) is happy with this development

now human deuce already finds it hard to talk to girls but he especially finds it difficult whenever you’re around because he’s literally got the biggest crush on you and has been dying to confess but is way too shy to

but tsum deuce? tsum deuce has no such inhibitions

it will cuddle and snuggle and nuzzle up to you, rubbing against your cheek as it sits on your shoulder or hands as it rests in your palms

tsum deuce likes to grow big so that it can 1) be carried around in that child hug carry that parents do and 2) sit on your lap like a bond villain cat so that you can stroke its head and body

human deuce is not happy with either of these

like tsum deuce is just basking in your endless affection and endeared giggles whilst deuce is suffering so much that even ace gives him somewhat-sincere consoling pats on the back whenever you’d call the little tsum ‘sweetheart’ or ‘dear’ or ‘poppet’ or ‘darling or ‘angel’ or ‘cutie’ - and the list goes on…

what’s worse is that whenever you’re not looking it gives the most deadliest glare to its counterpart and when you turn around it looks back at you like ♡✧(^ ᴗ ^)✧♡

like deuce knows that he’s supposed to keep his head down and nose clean like a good little honour student but his delinquent switch is wobbly on even the best of days and seeing you be so happily touchy-feely with that smug little rascal really does not help those buried instincts

don’t get him wrong, he’s flustered beyond belief at the sight of you being so affectionate to his lookalike but his annoyance and jealousy take precedence 

it all comes to a head when the cheeky bugger decides that its had enough of just receiving your kisses and just full on plants his ‘mouth’ on your lips

it takes everything in deuce to not full on punt it into the sun - especially when you look so flustered as a result, a gorgeous blush spreading across your features as you giggle at the little thing

deuce narrows his eyes - game on

❤️ ACE TRAPPOLA ❤️

@disney when are we getting tsum tsum ace? He’s the only first year to not have a marketable plushie

now ace has no problem with you being affectionate to his tsum

at first

you see ace and his tsum get along very well since they have very similar personalities

the two knaves of hearts just love causing trouble and making mischief together 

but being so similar means that at some point they’ve got to clash 

and clash they do >:)

when you come strolling in, tsum ace happily greets you and you, having been filled in on the situation (“thank you, Trey”), are more than happy to keep it entertained so you pet it and coddle it and dole out your sweet affection

and, honestly, it was a huge ego boost to see his crush being so sweet with a smaller version of himself 

of course, he’s going to be all ace about it and tease you like “why are you so affectionate with mini me? do you have a crush on me or something? don’t worry, i understand - i guess i’m too irresistible even as a tsum” with his signature grin

but then the novelty is very quick to wear off when practically all of your attention is being given to the little bean - especially when he realises that his tsum has just as big as a crush on you as he does, and he’s very quick to act on it

like human ace, tsum ace flirts by peacocking, living off of your praise like it’s the oxygen it breathes

and unlike human ace, tsum ace doesn’t tease you, which kind of gives him a head start 

basically tsum ace is an ace who doesn’t hide his insecurities and feelings for you behind a guarded wall of playful teasing and fake carelessness

it would show off by doing card tricks for you, using its own miniature deck it got from seven knows where to do all sorts of tricks - that do genuinely impress you 

and with every successful trick you’d clap your hands with stars in your eyes and fondly coo at it

and it would eat all of your praise up – with every flirty behaviour you would enable it with more positive reinforcement, spurring it to get bolder and bolder and ace is absolutely dying next to you

ace has a habit of ruffling your hair so tsum ace likes to sit on your head as you go about your day and everyone can swear they see sparkles surrounding the two of you

(ace doesn’t notice because that’s what you look like to him anyway)

you even gave mini ace the glacé cherry on the iced bun you had for dessert that day, hand-feeding the sweet fruit right into the little tsum’s mouth right in front of Ace’s cherry pie (and no, not even the taste of his favourite food can wash away the bitterness corroding his tongue at the sight of you and his tsum getting all buddy-buddy, not when something so much sweeter is just out of his reach)

quit paying attention to it! doesn’t it have its own y/n to flirt with?!

then, at one point, tsum ace has conjured up a tiny rose and has gifted it to you

“for me,” you smile at the tsum and the tsum nods, happily jumping up and down in front of you, “oh you shouldn’t have.”

you carefully take the rose from the tsum and gently pick the tsum up and place a kiss right on its head

“thank you, tsum ace,” you say, giggling with fondness, “that’s for being such a sweetheart.”

ace’s hand clenches around his magic pen and he swears right then and there that it’s no more mister nice guy – no more hiding behind poorly crafted taunts in fear of what ifs

he’s confessing to you by the end of the day even if it kills him

🦁 LEONA KINGSCHOLAR 🦁

honestly, leona couldn’t care less about the little things that came from the sky - not his circus, not his monkeys

though he was kind of miffed when his dorm thought he had turned into that stubby little thing 

he’s surrounded by idiots

he just palmed his own tsum off to ruggie and went off to the botanical gardens to nap

it was during one of his relaxation sessions that he heard your voice, only you were talking to someone 

turns out that ‘someone’ was his own tsum that was happily snoozing on your shoulder

apparently the little guy didn’t take kindly to being babysat by ruggie so it literally hunted you down and refused to leave your side

you didn’t see any problem with this

so you just continued on with your day with a tiny version of the big kitty of savanaclaw 

please understand that leona is a very jealous and greedy lion - he gets incredibly possessive if stray cats get close to you, let alone when you shower Grim with your affection - and now there’s an equally as greedy mini leona that’s demanding your attention

like it made it clear that it was trying to monopolize your attention, tail swaying in delight as you would pet its head or play with its ears - all things that you’d do with the bigger leona

it would jump up and press its head against your forehead, cheeks and mouth so you would kiss it back with your own lips (and leona just looks at the little judas all betrayed because you’ve never kissed him ever and he’s just so angry and jealous that he doesn’t even tease you about it)

so instead of spending time with him, where he rests his head on your thighs as you weave your fingers through his hair, you’re playing around with the tsum, giving it the affection that was rightfully his

at one point, it was still dozing off so you placed it nice and snug in the breast pocket of your blouse, making Leona’s right eye twitch uncontrollably when he could tell that the little deviant wasn’t even actually sleeping

honestly, he scoffs, faking sleep is the oldest trick in the book - and he knows that because he uses it on you all the time

you even played chess with it, and to leona’s surprise it was actually pretty good, only his slight amusement at watching you lose was tainted by how you were suddenly praising it for being such a good player - he’s good too! praise him!

he had finally reached his limit when his tiny doppelganger used its growing abilities to be large enough for you to wrap your arms around and bury your face into, your lovely features smiling in content as you happily sleep, unaware of the burning jealousy and intense scowl leona is giving the tsum in your embrace, or of the smug satisfaction said tsum is radiating

now leona is a man of strategy, of patiently waiting until it’s the right time to pounce, so for now he’ll just settle at baring his fangs at the little runt - he’s spent his entire life being second best (both to his brother, his nephew, that damned lizard), there is no way he’s going to be outshone by a furball that has no idea of the hierarchy of the food chain here. you’re the one thing in his life that he refuses to have taken away, even if it is by himself

and when you wake up?

you better be prepared

💙 IDIA SHROUD 💙

tsum tsum idia is such a sweetheart

while it does have idia’s social anxiety, he does hang around with you through the halls though by ‘hang around’ he’s usually buried in your pockets

tsum idia doesn’t have og idia’s fire hair but it does run naturally warm, which makes it the perfect warm pillow for you to snuggle with

idia didn’t have any strong feelings for his tsum. ortho loved it and it made you happy and that was it.

but it soon became a problem when it made you too happy

you see, idia had made a tiny little tablet so that you could play with the tsum whilst he was busy doing one of his own games

and like his counterpart, the tsum was good

too good

so good that you kept on praising it and snuggling with it every time it won

and apparently the tsum was in possession of some preloaded charm stats because it would keep on endearing you by texting you blue heart emojis or cute stickers that would make you coo at it

and watching you be so outwardly affectionate to someone that wasn’t ortho or grim definitely stung inside

even if that someone was a cuter, cuddlier, plush bean version of himself

so he just amped up the volume in his headset to drown out the sounds of your laughter and continued playing as he internally lamented how he was such a boring otaku that even a tsum has better moves than him

when it got late and you were about to leave (much to idia’s disappointment), you stood up only for the tsum to jump onto your shoulder and happily jump in place

“oh,” you giggle, “do you want to come to ramshackle with me?”

the tsum jumped up and down, indicating yes

“alright then,” you smile and turn to idia, “i guess we’ll see yo-”

“no-” he blurted out, the ends of his hair bursting into pink at the sudden silence that envelops the room, “i-i mean, you can stay. here. not here my room here - like here in ignihyde here. we have a spare room. unless you’d like to sleep over here in my room. if you want to that is. you don’t have to if you don’t want to infactyoucanforgetievensaidanythingohmysevenwhydidihavetoopenmymouth-”

“it’s okay, idia, i understand,” you say, “looks like we’re having a sleepover!”

maybe he should be a bit braver more often

[lemonlover1110]

Double Trouble

Dad Series

Toji Fushiguro

Warnings: Pure Fluff

Picky eaters. Toji was blessed– or rather cursed with twins that are picky eaters. If it were up to Toji, they’d eat whatever they want until they realize it’s not good for them but unluckily for him, his wife wants to make sure the three-year-old twins eat their nutrients.

Toji serves them a beautiful plate with white rice, some steak cut into tiny pieces, black beans, and a green salad that contains lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, radish and cheese. It’s all small portions for the twins, but after two bites, they claim to be full. Toji has to stop eating just to look at them. He glares at them, and Toji wishes you were home right now to yell at the kids because when you do it, they understand what to do. When Toji yells at them… They ignore him.

“I’m full.” Koemi pushes her plastic plate away from her. Her twin follows her lead. Toji puffs out a breath.

“You’re not getting any dessert if you don’t eat it all.” Toji threatens, causing the twins to shrug. They’ll sneak their dessert later, when Toji falls asleep on the couch they can easily access the fridge and the freezer. It’s not a threat to them. Toji crosses his arms and then says, “You won’t get up from this table until you two finish all the food– And you’re not feeding it to Megumi’s dogs either.”

“Daddy…” Kisho sticks out his bottom lip. He read their tiny little minds. Toji looks at his own plate, and the twins begin to sneakily exchange the pieces of food that they like and when they encounter stuff that they both absolutely hate, they throw it on the floor. Within minutes, their plates are empty and Toji squints his eyes looking at the plates that suddenly don’t have a single grain of rice.

“You ate it all?” Toji asks, standing up from his chair and walking over to them. He doesn’t take note of the floor, he just vaguely searches the place for the dogs which aren’t nearby. 

“Open your mouths.” He orders, and they do it. “Let me check under your tongue.”

There’s no food in their mouths still, however, Toji continues to glare at them. He can’t find anything so he ends up sighing, “You can go.”

“Can we get ice cream?” Koemi gives him doe eyes, and Toji purses his lips together. He adores when she gives him those cute little eyes, it almost makes him want another kid. Almost. 

“Go ahead. Help yourself.” Toji says, and they run out of their chairs and to the kitchen. He goes back to his chair, and picks up his utensils to continue eating. His fork slips out of his hands and falls to the floor. He reaches down for it, and that’s when his eyes fall on the mess that’s under the table. Toji sits up and he takes a deep breath to contain his anger. They think he’s an idiot. In the end he yells,

“Koemi, Kisho! Come here you little rascals! You’re eating the food from the floor!”

[shes4twnksinatrnchct]

Rascality

Jake Kiszka x fem. reader

Words: 3.2K (oneshot)

Summary: (Dad!Jake) After your child with Jake is left unsupervised for a moment too long, you attempt to clean up the mess she makes out of one of his guitars, only resulting in a bigger mess.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, fluff (Jake being a whole father), explicit language, SMUT (Dom/mean Jake if you squint, spanking, fingering, rough sex, orgasm denial, a little overstimulation, unprotected sex, p. in v., cream pie)

***Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction and enjoy!

You’re scrubbing away at the plate stained in marinara sauce, gritting your teeth together as you try one last time to eliminate the red hue from the typically sparkly white ceramic when you hear it. 

That dreaded sound that you typically relax in when your daughter isn’t in your care…

Silence. 

Quickly putting the plate in the sink, you rinse the soap from your hands and immediately call for your three year-old, padding around the house and looking into every room. 

Panic nearly takes you when she remains quiet until she no longer can. 

“Uh, oh.” She says to you. 

Your eyes fall on her, the black crayon in her hand, and the back of your husband’s acoustic guitar that she’s decided is her canvas. 

Your heart falls to your feet. 

Holy. Shit. 

Attempting to keep your composure, you clear your throat and put on a stern but calm expression, approaching her while she hangs her head low—knowing she’s in trouble. 

“You know you’re not supposed to mess with Daddy’s things.” You tell her, gently plucking the crayon from her hand as she pouts at the floor, brown eyes glaring at your feet as her little fists curl up by her sides. 

She mumbles under her breath, her version of back-talk, and you crouch down and get on her level. 

“Where do we color?” You ask her and she shakes her head in defiance, only you keep your eyes on her and she finally relents with a begrudged, “Our coloring book.”

“Okay, so why did you color on Daddy’s guitar?” 

Because he left it out like I told him not to, you say to yourself, waiting for the smaller spitting image of him to give her reasoning. 

“I don’t know.” Is all she can offer, twiddling her hands together. 

“He’s not going to be happy with us.” You sigh, looking down at the shining lighter brown that’s covered in large, black scribbles. 

He’s not going to be happy with his daughter, but he’s going to be livid with you for not keeping an eye on her. 

“Let’s fix it.” You grab it and the two of you step to the kitchen where you pluck a fresh erasing sponge from under the sink, wetting it and getting to work the way you’ve done to the walls that have fallen victim to her artistry multiple times. 

She watches you do so, her hands resting at the edge of the counter trying to see you, but she knows you’re cleaning it off because when you’re done you show it to her and state, “Do not color on this again, got it?”

“Got it.” She answers, and you’re carefully walking it back to your room and placing it in its case and shutting it—thanking God that she doesn’t have any access to Jake’s prized Gibson. 

When Jake gets home, you and your daughter play innocently, greeting him as soon as he steps into the door. 

Of course she beats you to him, getting all the hugs and kisses she can before you get to him. 

He’s holding her on his hip, her arms wrapping tightly around him while he hugs her just as snug, greeting you with a smile and a soft, “Hey, baby,” before his lips press to yours briefly, his free hand coming down to pat you on the ass. 

“So, I was thinking I’ll cook dinner, you can get a shower and relax…” He says lowly to you, leaning into your ear to add, “…Then when we get her to bed—”

He doesn’t have to even complete the sentence before you’re nodding with a grin, causing him to laugh. 

You take your few moments of quiet granted to you once he starts cooking and your daughter insists on watching him do so, ever the little shadow of his that she is…and while she’s assisting him (more so asking him a million “what’s that?”s), she starts telling him about her day, and says two words in one sentence that pauses his heart briefly: Coloring and guitar. 

“What?” He asks her for clarification, seeing her face slowly shut down with the feeling of being in trouble again. 

Even though he has no idea what she was trying to say or what she means, he prepares himself for the worst as he takes the food from the hot burner momentarily and asks, “Hey, can you show me what you colored today?” 

It seems this perks her ears up, causing her to wiggle to get free of his arms and head toward your room with a pep in her step. 

He dreads opening the guitar case that he now remembers he never even returned his acoustic to before heading to the studio. 

Opening it, he glances down at the seemingly spotless finished wood, then he hears, “Mommy cleaned it.”

His brows furrow in confusion as he’s removing the guitar from its case, and when he subconsciously smooths his fingers over the back of it in the process, he snatches his hand back and turns it around to see why it feels so textured. 

He damn-near faints at the sight of the patchily stripped finish. 

“Y-You colored it?” He stumbles it out, still taken aback by the monstrosity of it. 

Jake feels a slight incline in his blood pressure, but doesn’t dare let it show in front of the little eyes looking at him while she nods guiltily. 

“And mom cleaned it off?” 

Again, she nods. 

“Okay.” He breathes out, offering a painful smile to his child as he puts the guitar back and pats her head when she says, “I’m sorry.”

“Just, uh, don’t do that again, okay?” 

She agrees, smiling up at him. 

The two of them return to the kitchen, finish making dinner and eat, Jake making you a plate for whenever you get done before he’s cleaning the little girl up and getting her tucked into bed. 

In the midst of him cleaning up the kitchen, he goes to throw scraps in the trash can and sees evidence of the crime. 

Putting the plate aside, he picks up the sponge you scrubbed the crayon from the guitar with and lets out a deep breath. 

Once he returns to your room, he steps into the ensuite bathroom that’s filled with steam and smells of your shower products and the lotion you’re putting on. 

He leans against the door and watches you, part of him wanting to lick every inch of your soft, glowing, naked body while another part wants to press you about what the fuck you did to his guitar. 

“Can you put some of this on my back, baby?” You ask it so sweetly, while pausing to pin your damp hair up, that he can’t even stop his feet from following the sound of your voice. 

Stepping toward you, he drinks in the view before he’s settling behind you in the mirror. 

You put some of the lotion in his hands and he rubs them together before working it into the skin of your back—massaging your shoulders, going down your spine with his thumbs, grasping the base of your spine with both hands the way he does sometimes in the middle of fucking into you. 

The tightness of his black jeans isn’t easy to hide when his hands roam around you to greedily squeeze at your chest, a giggle leaving you when he pulls you back into him and kisses at your neck. 

“That’s not my back.” You tease, soaking up his attention while he chuckles into your skin, his tongue coming out to lick at you while his fingers roll your nipples. 

At this point, you wouldn’t care if he bent you over the bathroom sink. 

“I missed you.” You say softly, your back arching and your bare ass rubbing against the mouth-watering tent of his pants. 

“I missed you, too,” He says gently while you take your lip between your teeth as one of his hands smooths down your stomach…

“Can you be honest with me about something?” He asks you, your mind already having thrown the craziness of your day out to focus on him. 

“Mhmm,” it’s breathy and weak, his fingertips sliding between your legs to ease through your folds before finding your clit. 

You rest your head back on his shoulder, his lips still ghosting along your skin as he continues, “What the hell happened to my guitar?”

You nearly pause but decide that will look more suspicious. 

You scrubbed the crayon off—there’s no way he saw any on there, right? 

Remembering that he was alone with the culprit of the artwork in the first place, she probably confessed. 

You wonder how frustrated he is that you let her wander off while you were busy, and decide that perhaps a little white lie in this instance won’t hurt anything…

“I don’t know, baby, I haven’t messed with it.” You say to him calmly.

Jake nearly laughs at how stupid you must think he is, but keeps himself together, instead untangling from you to step to the door. 

“Wait right here.” He tells you, your heart pounding in your chest. 

By now, you obviously know that he knows the truth. 

He returns with his guitar in one hand and the worn-down eraser sponge that’s littered with black wax from the crayon and pills of the finish of his guitar. 

The light reflects the shift of texture along the back of the instrument from where you ruined it apparently. 

You hadn’t noticed that. 

Shit. 

“This is like fucking sandpaper, y/n.” He waves the sponge, and you go to talk but feel as though you can’t. “Why did you lie to me?” 

You can’t bring yourself to answer. 

“That’s what I thought.” He turns to leave you, and you follow after him to your bedroom, watching as he puts the guitar back in its case and tosses the sponge into the trash. 

“Jake, baby, I’m sorry.” You say to him when he goes back to the bathroom to scrub the residue of shed finish from his hands. 

“Go get on the bed.” He tells you, not even bothering looking at you. 

A part of your brain that knows what his words mean has you nearly racing back to the bedroom, and when he returns, you hear the clinking of his belt being undone and the ring of it being pulled from his belt loops. 

Jake smirks at the sight of you damn near jumping for joy, bent over the bed with your back arched and your ass up, legs parted just enough for him to see your dripping pussy that’s painfully awaiting his punishment for you. 

Wrapping the leather of his belt around his hand, you go up on your tip toes and have to stifle a moan when the first lick of his belt stings your skin. 

“Fuck.” You whimper out with the second one, hurting more than the first. 

The third hurts the worst thus far, Jake admiring the stripes on your ass as he goes for a fourth.

This one pulls a moan from you, your pussy throbbing and your ass aching. 

The fifth lick is the last, at least he plans for it to be until your hand slides between your body and the bedding to aid in some relief. 

He’s hypnotized momentarily while watching your painted nails and sparkling wedding ring catch the light while your fingertips delicately playing with your clit. 

Your voice cracks out a cry when he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to grit into your ear, “You’re such a fucking brat.” 

And you are. 

It's his own doing, honestly, the way he always ends up giving you exactly what you want even when he’s not happy with something you’ve done…

His belt falls to the floor and he hits the already sensitive skin of your ass as hard as he can with his hand, muffling your scream with his hand while the hand pleasuring yourself juts out to brace in the covers underneath you as a shudder shakes through you and tears prick your eyes. 

Examining the red handprint that’s already starting to form on your swollen skin, he smooths over it gently, leaning over you once again to push your hair to one shoulder and tsks, “You can’t even keep the one kid that we have out of my things, and you want me to give you another?” 

You shamelessly nod, his lips gently planting to your shoulder blade as you deliberately arch your back further downward to lift your ass higher and grind the apex of your thighs along the fabric of his jeans. 

The friction has you desperately chasing the shocks it sends up your spine. 

“Baby, please, I’m sorry.” You whine out lowly, your mouth falling open when he reaches between the two of you and picks up where you left off, his own lips parting in awe at how wet you are, teasing your clit before running his fingers to your slit. 

“You’re sorry?” He asks you sarcastically, slipping one finger into your hungry cunt. 

You squeeze around him, a little noise leaving you that has him adding another finger. 

“Fuck, Jake, I’m so sorry,” You repeat at nicely as you can, squeezing your eyes shut when he immediately pushes them further into you to brush against that spot. 

Your toes are digging into the rug at your feet when he repeatedly presses into you, taunting you with a, “What’re you sorry for?” 

“Ly—oh!” You can’t get it out, not when he picks up his pace, your eyes rolling back. 

“What’re you sorry for, y/n?” He demands from you, his other hand coming up to wrap in your hair again and pull your head back when you try to bury your face in the sheets. 

“Lying.” Is all you can squeak out, your back hurting but he feels too good to try to get out of this position. 

Instead, you once again creep your hand under you, trying to find your release as fast as possible, and he humors you for a moment, grinning as you grow louder and louder, your legs beginning to shake as the overstimulation of his fingers and your own starts to become overwhelming with the white-hot approach of your orgasm. 

It’s taken from you before you can hit it, however, his fingers leaving you. 

“Jake,” You’re crying, frustrated and guilty, falling on your back, and he raises his brows as he looks down at you while you silently beg for him. 

“Jake,” He mocks your voice, unbuttoning his pants. “I blatantly lied to you…” He grabs his cock in his fist, a quiet groan leaving him while he slowly strokes himself a few times, before running the head of it along your clit—eliciting a sound from you that has his knees weak. “…But I still think you should let me come…” He carries on his impression of you bitterly as he lines himself up with your entrance, quickly sheathing himself into the hot silk of your pussy. 

You gasp, your eyes rolling and your hands finding his as he adds,  “…Because I look so pretty when I do.” 

And boy do you, your fingers lacing with his, your eyes struggling to stay open as your walls already start to spasm and grip at him. 

It’s a trap that landed you two with a child in the first place. 

“That’s why you’re so fucking spoiled, now.” His jaw goes slack as he watches himself disappear in and out of you to the hilt, the soft skin just above your pelvis bulging slightly with each deep stroke into you. 

You can’t deny it because you know it’s true, and you’ve used it to your advantage every now and then. 

Anything you’ve ever wanted, you’ve never had to ask him for it twice—whether it be material things, more time spent together, or even a baby. 

He can’t help himself, not when you look the way you do, sound the way you do, taste the way you do and feel the way you do. 

You could probably say you want the world at this moment and he’d go out and get it for you because how could he possibly say no to you?

He knows he’s rewarding bad behavior, but he’s just as greedy for you to cum as you are, his hands grabbing your hips to pound into you as you arch off of the bed and spread your legs wider, feeling as though he’s in your stomach.  

“Fuck, it’s so good,” You try to catch your breath, your voice shaky when you get it out. 

Sweat rolls down his chest, and you lick your lips at the sight of him over you, the tight grip of his hands moving to your thighs to keep them spread when he hits your cervix and you yelp with the nearly uncomfortable ecstasy of it. 

It’s his target, anyway for his own orgasm, and as he hits it again and again you start seeing stars as another pathetic, “I’m sorry, baby—I—ah! I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again,” leaves you, hoping it’s enough for him to give you what you want most right now. 

He doesn’t pull away this time, caught entirely in your trap as you strangle around him in a vice-hold, your whole body overtaken by your ending. 

Jake contemplates pulling out this time just to prove a point, his thrusts growing less rhythmic, but then you force yourself to prop up on your hand, your other hand tangling in his necklaces to pull his lips to yours. 

Sloppy and satisfied, you wince as the change in angle tightens you either further around him, and a slew of curses leave him when he breaks from your lips. 

“You want another baby?” He asks you, knowing the answer because the two of you had been actively trying ever since the last tour wrapped up. 

“I want another baby.” You struggle out, hiking your spread knees up to give yourself your own view of him ruining you in the best way either of you can think of. 

Your mouth gapes open when he forces himself against your cervix for a last time and empties into you, the hot liquid warming you inside out as you gaze at each other with dopey heads and exhausted bodies.  

After the two of you clean up without speaking, you finish your dinner and return to the bedroom to see he’s changed the sheets and is on the bed, shirtless and examining his ruined instrument. 

You crawl onto the bed and settle behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his shoulder. 

“I really am sorry, Jake.” You say softly, not realizing just how badly fucked the guitar was when you tried to get the damn crayon off of it. “I should’ve kept a closer eye on her.”  

“I can get it fixed.” He assures you lowly… “And there’s been times she’s torn through shit before I could stop her, too, so don’t feel bad for not standing over her all the time.” He adds in reference to your daughter, turning to look at you. “I think with this next one, we need to split up and have one-a-piece that we keep strapped to us at all times.”  He suggests with the thought of a second kid running you two just as ragged as the first one is. 

“Deal.” You nod, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

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Masterlist

Tag list: @lizzys-sunflower

[seoulmatez]

— 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝒸𝓀 ౨ৎ

miya atsumu x reader. 0.8k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ papa!atsumu ﾉ repost!

a/n: another drabble for father's day — atsumu's turn! here's kuroo's version if u wanna give it a read :3

in the dead of night, something is making noise.

at the muffled racket, atsumu shoots up with a start. he’d blame it on his years of being a father, but during moments like these, atsumu is glad that he’s become a light sleeper. he turns to his right to see if you too had heard the noise, but you’re still sound asleep. after spending nearly an entire day with the kids, he can’t say he’s surprised to see that you’re out like a light.

tossing the comforter aside, atsumu stands up. his eyes begin to adjust to the darkness as he makes his way to the bedroom door. slowly—quietly—his hand takes a hold of the knob, pulling it towards him. the first thing he notices is that the door across from yours is open. he definitely closed it on his way out after putting the kids to bed. panic floods his chest at the thought of an intruder in his children’s bedroom, but the feeling quickly subsides once the strange noise returns. because it isn’t a strange noise, it’s a small voice—two small voices.

“help me!”

“shh! you gotta be quiet.”

atsumu steps out of the room, quietly padding down the hallway. he stops just before the kitchen and right out of their sightline to get a look at the show. the two have dragged a chair from the table and positioned it in front of the counter. as her brother holds the chair steady for her, the little girl climbs up on the piece of furniture. it makes atsumu anxious to see them so comfortable with the lousy set-up, but he’s more than ready to jump into action if it even looks as though she’s losing her balance.

“i can’t reach,” she pouts. her eyes find their way to the counter as if she is considering climbing on it.

“move, i got it.”

“no, i want to.”

“just move,” the boy tugs at the girl’s pajama shirt.

“no!”

atsumu’s first instinct is to chuckle at how quickly they turn from partners in crime to adversaries (it reminds him of another set of twins), but it’s better that he puts an end to their bickering before the two get into it further and someone ends up hurt. atsumu clears his throat to gain their attention.

their heads whip in his direction, two pairs of wide eyes identical to his own staring back at him.

“what are you rascals up to?”

“nothing,” they say in unison.

“really?” atsumu uncrosses his arms and makes his way over to the twins. “because it looks like you’re trying to get into the snack cabinet.”

he holds his arms out to his daughter. with a sigh, she grabs onto him so he can safely lower her down from the chair. the kids stand beside each other—obviously not too happy that they were caught. he wonders if this was the sight his mother was met with when he and osamu got into any sort of trouble.

“so, were you?” he questions. of course, he already knows the answer.

“maybe,” the boy confesses.

“only ‘cause we didn’t get one after dinner,” his sister quickly adds.

after telling you and atsumu how excited they both were to have received holiday treats in school, you both decided that they could go without their regular after-dinner snack for a night. he wonders just when the two of them started formulating this little plan of theirs. the smart little things even knew to wait until they thought you and atsumu were asleep.

“well, you already brushed your teeth for the night and it’s late, so you can’t have any sweets now.” both of the faces before him are painted with dejected frowns. he’s never liked seeing their lips turned downwards, but he has to be firm with this. though, that doesn’t mean he can’t strike a negotiation.

“but if you go back to bed now and don’t cause any trouble tomorrow, you both can pick out two snacks after you eat dinner.”

their eyes light up with joy at the thought of extra sweets. they don’t need long to think about accepting the deal. they turn on their heels, ready to return to their beds, but atsumu grabs both their hands before they can run off too soon. “one more thing.”

they stop in their tracks, seemingly exasperated that he isn’t allowing them to hold up their end of the deal. atsumu squats down to their level, each of his hands resting on top of their heads. 

“promise dad you won’t go climbing chairs on your own anymore. it’s not safe.”

the kids turn to look at each other before nodding their heads. “we promise.”

“good.” he scoops them both into his arms. they’re getting so big but atsumu won’t let that stop him from carrying them around like they’re still tiny, like they’re still the little babies he brought home from the hospital all those years ago. he plants a kiss on each of their cheeks. “now let’s get you gremlins back to bed.”

thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

[alexa-fika]

Aight aight

Okay so as a kid I tried taking a little ticket from a store and my parents responsibly made me go to the clerk and apologize- if child!dokusha were to steal what characters would be proud(bc pirates be pirates) or scold them

I feel like out of all the whitebeard crew spoiling (any) dokusha marco is the one with the most self control besides pops. Dokusha just comes home and sees anything they looked at that day

Child!dokusha trying on izou's fancy kimonos

Whitebeard being scared to pick up child!dokusha because of his size :(

After the fic 'puppy love' and After ace and thatch's 'talk' with whitebeard of appropriate language around child!dokusha, both men went to dokusha in the crows nest and talked about said punishments

Puppy Lessons (Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)

Part One Part Two

A/N Holo, you Rascal you sneaked in a request in your headcannons 🤭 (I love you) Yall seem to really love the puppy series so I hope this lived up to your expectations

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

“Alright Vista we got it from here” Marco called as he joined both him and Dokucha in the crow’s nest, Thatch and Ace following right after.

Dokucha paid no mind to the goodbyes the swordsman threw their way, their eyes focused on the younger commanders and their bandage-covered body

“Thatch-nii, Ace-nii!” they exclaimed running towards them over.

“Are you okay?!” they asked, fussing over them and examining their bandaged limbs.

“Marco-nii! Can’t you make them all better?!”

“Don’t worry about them, Dokucha; they are okay; some wounds just need to run their course to make sure that we learn from them, isn’t that right-yoi?” Marco called, putting a hand on the shoulder of each man as he stood between them

“Yep”

“Yes”

“Bu-

“Regardless, we are not here because of that-yoi,” He called, cutting off their words as he gave the two commanders a slight push toward the child

Ace looks back at the Phoenix, a scowl on his face at the action, receiving a smug look in return.

“Listen, Dokucha. Those words you were saying earlier?” Thatch began

“Like fuck and hell?” They questioned, a small tilt of their head as they asked

“Yes, th- don’t say them!” Ace exclaimed, scolding the child

“But brother, you say it all the time, Ace-nii!”

“Yes, but I’m older. I can say what I want,” he countered, only to suddenly wince as Marco hit him upside the head at the comment; he glared at the man again but wisely kept quiet as Thatch tried to fix his mistake in a way that would not get both him and the flame-user in another round of punishment from either pops or the phoenix himself.

“We do say them Dokucha, but it’s a mistake, alright? We shouldn’t have said em when ya were with us.”

“Oh, so I can tell them when you guys are not there?”

A drop of sweat fell on Thatch’s forehead as he felt the menacing glare from the first mate behind him as he hurriedly tried to fix his mistake

“No, we shouldn’ be sayin those words anytime, we have to work on it too. We can’t say them words either, alright, sweetpea?”

“But how will I know if it’s a no-no word?” they whined

“Let’s do this, if you hear someone hear the word and you don’t know what it means how about you come to ask us what it means? We can help you tell which ones are no good words,” Ace piped in

“Okay!” They cheered, their mood falling for a moment as they remembered something

“Umm, am I in trouble?”

“No.” this time, it was Marco himself who spoke up as he addressed the child

“Given that you weren’t aware of what the words meant and it was these knucklehead's fault, you are not in trouble-yoi.”

“Does this mean I can go play?”

“Yes-yoi”

“Thank the fucking sea,” Ace muttered as he, too, started leaving the crow’s nest

“Well, I will be in tha kitchen if ya’ll need me; I need to prepare for lunch,” Thatch

“I need to go do some maintenance on the Strider, so if you need me, I will be there.”

“Hey, Marco-nii, can you fucking play with me then?”

The three men pause at their words, an ominous aura leaving the oldest as he put a heavy hand on the younger commander’s shoulder a, heavy pressure falling on him

“Dokucha, that is a no-no word, alright? Now, how about you stay with Thatch? Help him prepare lunch yes-yoi? He said, dragging Ace with him as they left the Crow’s nest

“Uh, Thatch-nii, where are they going?” Dokucha questioned as they popped their head over the ledge to watch as Marco continued dragging Ace away

“Don' worry, they just going to have a chat with pops if I have to guess,” He said as he joined the child in looking at the two

“Oh, I want to go see Papaw. Can I go to?”

“Trust me, ya will want to sit this one out.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“Don’ worry about It sweetpea how about we go make some food?”

What are we thinking?

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[platonic-soulmates-gencest]

@whereiscarmensa

This is a reply (thank you!) to last week's headcanon about how Sam probably attended kindergarten with Dean because they couldn't be seperated at the time.

So, let's expand on this. When Dean enters first grade, Sam is around 2 and half. John knows that he should stop this seperation anxiety before it gets to be too much. BUT he doesn't know how. The whole summer before Dean's first grade, he's tried seperating the boys. He fails miserably. He tries to use the promise of games or sweets to get Dean away, to go play out, but Dean refuses to go without Sammy. Next, John forcibly makes Dean leave (he has him run an errand to the grocery store) and Sam won't listen to him. He will start throwing anything he can reach at John and crying "dee" "dee". A concerned neighbour knocks at the door and John has to lie and say that Sam's mother was out on an errand to get the nosy old lady off his case. And Sam, the little rascal, goes back to bubbly laughs as soon as Dean enters the room. Like he hadn't been screaming his lungs out five minutes ago.

John eventually forges a psychiatrist's paper about Sam having severe seperation anxiety and he's allowed to go to elementary school with Dean. The teachers didn't really like it. They expected a baby in class would make a big mess and a lot of noise. But Sam was an angel. He never left his brother's lap and he just watched the teacher with more attention than Dean did. He was a dear all things considered. P.E. was going to be a problem though, the teachers thought. Dean would have to put Sam down. But Dean surprised them this time. He didn't let Sam down at the bench. Instead, he used that thing they use to carry babies around and he did the whole P.E. lesson with Sammy strapped on him.

The teachers don't even know what to do at this point. They do find it unhealthy, however. So they try to seperate them once. Just once though. Because Sam cried so loud and started hitting everyone who touched him for the 5 minutes Dean was gone (because the teacher sent him to her office to grab something and insisted on Sam staying back). Sam didn't stop crying until Dean was back in his sight and the teachers didn't try again.

Sam only stops attending Dean's classes when it's his time to go to kindergarten. It's a bit scary being away from Dean but he's so used to the concept of a class by now that the environment is safe enough for him to relax. Dean has more trouble getting used to Sam not being in his lap. He has a hard time concentrating in class, his mind always trailing off to his baby brother.

I think I wrote enough 😂😅 I want to say that this would be really weird but I think these two have done weirder things in their lives so *shrugs*

Now, send me more mommy Dean please! Both replies and asks are fine! Just send me more! We need to fill the mommy dean monday tag! It's essential for my survival!

[mx-jinxous]

Not beta'd, for @lexirosewrites

Dread filled Steve when he saw those pink lines staring back at him, his stomach doing a flip that nearly brought up what was left. It’d been what had brought the idea for the pregnancy test. Robin had been his first call while his body was numb, only registering as he told her. His voice was wobbling, tears running down his cheeks. Always the rambler she was, she started spitting off how a test wasn’t always accurate, that they need to go to the doctors.

So she accompanied him to the clinic, gripping his hand as they waited for his blood test, resting his head on her shoulder. She was rubbing his shoulder, trying to cheer him up, talking about how a mini him running around would be such a rascal. How they would make his hair fall out, how no matter what, they would do it together if no one stepped up. That’s when the doctor came back with the results, and a lecture about him being unmated and pamphlets on options, like adoption… or other solutions. Robin gave her a tongue lashing about ethics, but Steve couldn’t be proud at the moment. His hand fell over his stomach, pressing lightly, trying to feel his baby.

So for the next couple months, planning with Robin while he waited for his boyfriend’s to return from their mini tour. Eddie had been the one to call him when they had returned, Steve letting her know she was going to go talk with them by himself, a nervous skip in the step while he drove across town to Gareth’s house. 

When he pulled up to see the garage door up and his four boyfriends wrestling on the couch, chuckling to himself as he just watched this moment. Those were his boys, playful and childish as always… and they were about to be dads. It was at that moment they seemed to notice his car, excitedly yelling when he climbed out of the Beemer. Jeff and “Freak”, Dougie, stayed behind as Eddie and Gareth raced each other, trying to beat the other to the omega. Unfortunately for Eddie, he wasn’t athletic, so Gareth was the first to wrap his arms around the older man.

“Hey Baby! Miss me?” By then, Eddie's arms joined the others, kissing Steve’s cheek.

“Us!” 

“Oh, you know, just a little. I had Robin chasing away all the alpha’s for you boys.” He chuckled, wiggling loose and pulling the two towards the garage. He greeted each of the boys with a kiss before flopping on the couch, only for Jeff to flop down and scoop him into his lap.

“So, what trouble did you get into while we were away?” He asked, nipping at one of his scent glands..

“Please, you boys took all the trouble with you. How was the tour? Did you guys put on a metal concert?” The other boys joined the couch cuddle, Freak weaving his fingers through his hair while the others gripping his leg.

“You know it. Got some attention from a few scouts, so soon we will be able to get that big house that we promised instead of five different houses.” Eddie smirked, pecking Steve’s cheek.

“You know I don’t need a big house. It’ll be lonely when you guys make it big.”

“Then just one with a big room, a big bed for us.” Freak hand traveling to his hip, smirking at the other alphas.

“We’ll need one more room.” 

Gareth snorted, leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “We know. Robin goes where you go and we have no intention of separating you from your soulmate.” The boys shared a look, knowing that those omegas were a package deal.

“Well, I mean yes, but then we need two.” Steve explained, shifting so that way he was hovering over Jeff’s lap. He could smell the arousal coming from them, having been separated from him for too long for their liking, their hands constantly on him.

“Who else are you dragging with? Dustin is still too young.” Eddie teased, pulling Steve down into a kiss.

“No one. But we’ll need room for a nursery.” He said, pulling the ultrasound image from his back pocket. The boys tensed, eyes wide at the tiny little blip in the image. They were silent, looking at one another and back to the image, nerves starting to rattle.

“Is that-?” Jeff mumbled, taking the photo.

“Yeah.”

“Whose is it?” Freak asked, looking up at Steve.

“They’re ours. It doesn’t matter who’s seed did it.” Gareth scoffed, pulling the omega into his lap, nosing at his neck. His hand fell onto Steve’s stomach, feeling the bump that was there.

“Don’t hog them.” Eddie teased, laying his head on Steve’s belly. “Hey Sweetpea. Your daddy’s are here.”

“So what do we do? I don’t want to be a downer, but we haven’t made it big and don’t have jobs. We don’t even have our own places. We live with our parents.” Jeff huffed, rubbing his neck.

“Well, you guys can still do the concert. Robin and I are full time and we found an apartment. We moved in last month when my parents found out that I was pregnant.” Steve huffed, hiding his face from the boys.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us?” The concern was heavy in their scents.

“You were busy and the Buckley’s let me stay till we could afford the apartment. We are stable for right now and I have several months left. You guys can try making it big and if you don’t, then we can get you boys jobs. Deal?” The boys stared at one another, eyes talking. They seemed to have come to an agreement, smiling down at the omega.

“Great, now let's get to celebrating!” Steve broke free, standing up with as much pep as he could. 

“Careful!” Jeff huffed. He and the others stand to help Steve stand, only to get brushed off. 

“I’m not glass. The doctor says I’m fine to do all the things I normally do. Speaking of, are we going to Gare’s room or mine?”

“My parents are out.” Gareth smirked, already being pulled by the eager omega.

[mysumeow]

☆◞Tsumsitting

Drabble: You get roped into tsumsitting with some of your fellow classmates [Deuce&Lilia]. Neither of you expected this turn of events, but it's fun to watch the little creature's antics.

Word count: 200 each approx.

Warnings: None. All fluff.

A/N: I've had this post in my drafts for like two months? I'm releasing it from the void now :)

──DEUCE:

It's all fun and games until Deuce's tsum (Deucetsum?) doesn't hesitate a second to jump on another student who was berating you over something small. By accident, you brushed shoulders with that student in the hallways before he began complaining about you not watching where you're walking, towering over you in an attempt to intimidate you.

Not even a second later, Deuce tsum grew in size and threw itself against him, tackling him to the floor. The student couldn't get up as the tsum applied the effective move of continuously jumping on the guy's head and making his head knock against the floor many times.

You were petrified. If the tsum could grow out muscled arms to throw hands, it would've. You could see the murderous intent in its tiny, beaded eyes.

With both of yours and Deuce's efforts combined, you managed to control the little plushie guy before it suffocated its victim with its...stuffing-filled body? What was that creature made up of anyway?

The tsum seemed to ease a bit once in your arms, looking up at you with curiosity. You had a hunch that it was perhaps checking if you were okay, and the longer you looked at it with mirrored curiosity, the more its small cheeks blushed.

“You little rascal,” Deuce grabbed the tsum away from you and held it by its scuff as if it were a kitty. “You can't go anywhere without stirring up some trouble.” He sighed and let go shortly after.

──LILIA

In the morning, you were about to head out to class. As you were closing the door, something soft fell on your shoulder.

Not giving it too much thought, used to Grim climbing on there from time to time, you didn't spare it a glance.

That was, until you noticed Grim left out a: "Wah! What's that on your shoulder!"

You blinked twice, first looking at Grim, then at the curious fellow on your shoulder who stared back at you, then back at Grim.

“Eek—!” Your reaction garnered an amused one from the tsum on your shoulder, which would be laughing if it had a mouth.

Wait, was it actually laughing? Oh, nevermind. It was Lilia, who also appeared out of nowhere and laughed at the occurrence.

“I was just looking for that little scamp. I'm glad you found it! Or, well, the other way around,” Lilia smiled pleased as he watched the tiny guy jump from your shoulder towards the top of your head. “Hm, it doesn't seem to want to go yet.”

Lilia tried to beckon the tsum to jump onto his shoulder, but the tsum ignored him. Somehow, the tsum stayed still for more than a whole minute while resting on your head!? Well, at least, until it saw its next victim to startle in the hallways.

[doppel-doodles]

Turns out I actually have so many ideas for grown up Timmy Oml-

No doodles of the ideas yet I am just trying to get out the brainworms and thoughts, if I actually have something I’ll make a part two for this-

In the meantime have a regular Timmy doodle and for those interested some ramblings below:

Concept 1

Comic artist

Timmy always read to me as a really creative kid with a very rich imagination not to mention his love for comics like the crimson chin.

Also be for real, cleft the boy chin wonder was basically baby’s first self insert oc.

So I really like the idea of a future where Timmy got to make his own comics, maybe he works on a reboot of the crimson chin comics orrrrr he is retelling his own childhood adventures from when he had fairies without ever considering that it wasn’t just his imagination but reality.

Heck maybe making a crimson chin fan comic is what’s jumpstarted his career so that later he gained opportunities and made his own series?

Also in this idea I can say proudly: “bro is just like me fr fr.”/j

Like any artist and writer he suffers creatively twice.

He is a chronic procrastinator and there are two reasons he is able to keep any of his deadlines:

They are called coffee and redbull.

He has passion, he has fun but god damn his work ethic is just about the worst example he could give his kids which is exactly why he doesn’t LIKE letting them see him work.

He is unorganised and constantly suffering from art block,writers block- bro is basically just in a creative burn out 24/7.

In a new fish he could maybe pop in via holding a meet and greet, signing copy of his works and the likes. Hazel and or dev could be fans of his work and thus shenanigans happen.

Concept 2

Child care

Okay this one comes with a bit of backstory: Basically once Timmy got old enough he actually started his own babysitting service, perhaps even together with his friends.

The main reason was of course Vicky.

He could steal away her jobs so she couldn’t traumatise more children by being so,SO icky.

But that’s when he also learned he kinda really liked looking after those little rascals.

Especially babies and toddlers, something about them just set off this warm and fuzzy feeling of familiarity within him.

So as a grown up he would make looking after them his whole career, I haven’t really settled in what way though.

He could be like a nanny for hire, or maybe even a daycare attendant running his own place.

I like to think there are a few moments where he would subconsciously act kinda like Wanda and or Cosmo while looking after these kids but with his own spin of course.

He is pretty witty and was a well known troublemaker in his youth so he knows just about every trick a kid can pull and isn’t opposed by teaching them a lesson by making their schemes backfire horribly.

No harm done except for a temporary wound on the child’s pride perhaps. But then again he is so fun during playtime how can any kid stay mad?

And if he is a nanny for hire: who knows maybe Dev is in need of supervision sometime soon?:>

Sub concept

Child counsellor

Kinda similar to the backstory of the previous idea simply this time Timmy decided to focus on kids who may be a little more troubled due to outside factors like he was.

Because he can SWEAR that back then there was someone who was there for him in a similar he now is for these kids and even if he can’t remember it anymore.

You can bet that there is nothing stopping him from being a safe adult for them to come to.

Concept 3

Fairy

Probably one of the most popular I’ve seen and I gotta be honest it’s a lot of fun to think about, but because so many ideas were already out there I did have a hard time coming up with something that wasn’t just a repeat of someone elses idea’s.

But I think in the end what I settled on is a fun concept:

Remember that episode where we see that unwished wishes get put into a kinda storage unit? And how Timmy made so many wishes his locker was basically about to burst?

I think it would be pretty fun if his duty as a fairy would be to basically reorganise these kinds of lockers and instead of storing wishes somewhere else Timmy has to find a use for them somewhere else.

It’s also kinda funny because I imagine Jorgan did kinda intend this to be a “Got’cha!” Moment, as let’s be real most of these wishes WERE HIS.

But jokes on him Timmy actually likes this job-

[allaboutnayeli]

puppy love ( elisa de almeida x reader )

prompt: you and elisa have to deal with y'all's puppy's shenanigans during the off season

author notes: please give me grace when you read this because i haven't written fanfiction in forever and i ain't grammar check this so.. still enjoy

it was finally time for the off season after a long, but fulfilling season at paris saint germain. you and elisa were planning to sleep the days away until it was time to get back to the fast paced soccer lifestyle. that was the plan before remembering you guys adopted a puppy at the beginning of the season. the little rascal by the name of cherishe (you forced that name onto elisa) was well behaved during the season. being an absolute joy to her babysitters when y'all were at away games and adorable when you two could bring her to home games. it wasn't until a well deserved break that cherishe started to show her true colors.

you and elisa was sleeping peacefully. having a nice cuddle, oblivious to what was going on in your shared apartment. the sound of tearing was what awoke you. just thinking it was nothing, you try to nuzzle back into elisa's chest but again the sound interrupts you. a light yawn escapes your mouth as you sit up in bed. sparing a glance at elisa (who was still sleeping somehow) before getting up out of bed to go find the source of that tearing sound.

"cherishe?" you call out as you walk out of your bedroom and into the hall. the little pup was cuddling happily in you twos' bed last night, but this morning she is no where to be found. you cross your arms across your chest as you walk further down the hall. once you reach the living room, you pause your steps. the sight before you was ridiculous to say the least.

cherishe is gnawing on one of the couch pillows with pillow fluff all around her. with pillow fluff over the living room floor in general. it would be a cute scene if you haven't just bought that couch a week ago. "cherishe! how did you even..?" you say in pure confusion on how such a small dog could make such a huge mess as you walk over to her and pick her up. effectively putting her into air jail as you walk back to elisa's and yours bedroom. your girlfriend was still sleeping without a care in the world as you walk inside. you shake her gently once near the bed.

"five more minutes.." she mumbles as she turns over, taking a pillow with her. you shake your head before shaking her once more as you say, "cherishe just tore up all of our new couch and if you don't wake up right now than i'm going to let her tear up our bedroom pillows." the threat was enough to make elisa sit up, blinking at you. it takes a few moments for her to fully process what you said before holding her hands out. "let me hold her, babe" the french player gives you a little sleepy smile as you place cherishe in her hands. "bad doggie," elisa baby talks at cherishe as the puppy licks at her.

you roll your eyes as elisa lays back down and starts cuddling with cherishe who looks more than satisfied. "she is in trouble and you're just rewarding her" you sigh out as you turn around to head back out of the bedroom. your girlfriend happily ignores your words as she pecks the top of cherishe's head. "in twenty minutes you better make your way out here and help me clean this mess, elisa. i'm not playing around" you say before going back to the living room.

🐾💗

that wasn't the only situation that happened during the off season that had to deal with a particular mischievous puppy.

one afternoon, you and elisa both decided it would be nice to take cherishe out on a walk. usually you guys would just entertain her in your apartment (elisa always manages to break something), but today was pretty sunny so here you guys are: walking in the park near the apartment. now you loved alot of things about elisa. her smile, the way she spoke, her cuddles, and her cooking just to name a few. however there are always downsides to everything. elisa's was definitely how hyper she is.

a hyper elisa and an overactive cherishe isn't the best combination. "stop riling up the dog!" you shout after elisa as she takes off with cherishe running right after her. "but it's fun! and it's good for her" elisa shouts back as she continues doing the opposite of what you said. eventually the troublesome duo stops on the grass. you roll your eyes as you see elisa start to playfight with cherishe. "you always complain about how cherishe never listens, but you never seem to listen yourself" you giggle as you take in the scene infront of you. with elisa laughing as she lays on her back as cherishe playfully bites her. "mother like daughter i see" you say as you lay down beside them. just alittle further away, so cherishe wouldn't decide that it would be a good idea to start biting you next.

you look up at the sky, enjoying the way this moment was so joyful. aleast it was a joyful moment before you hear elisa shouting and not in a good way. you sit up to see your girlfriend quickly running after cherishe, trying to catch up to the puppy. you jump up and start running as well. "cherishe, come back!" you call out as you steadily catch up to elisa who was already half across the park. this chase goes on for almost twenty minutes with cherishe acting like this is some kind of game.

finally, elisa is able to scoop up cherishe. she breaths out a sigh of relief as she turns to face you. a few ragged breaths come from you as you stop running and slowly walk towards the two. elisa starts to laugh loudly as she sees how red you are in the face from running. "and you call yourself a soccer player? look at how out of breathe you are" the french player teases as she hands cherishe off to you.

you focus a few moments on giving the puppy a stern talking to before giving your attention to elisa. "well usually i'm prepared to sprint and usually it's after a ball that doesn't have four legs and a puppy level of energy" you say back in defense. your lips curl up into a tired smile as elisa and you start to walk back to y'all's apartment.

a nice nap would definitely be needed after this little afternoon runaway pup chase.

[lemonlover1110]

Double Trouble

Dad Series

Toji Fushiguro

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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“Hmm… Honey…” You feel as your husband’s lips kiss your neck, his lips going lower and lower with each kiss. It’s what he looks forward to every single night after he knows the kids are asleep— Of course this and spending some quality time with you. He keeps going, and just when he’s about to get to the sweetest part, he hears a bloodcurdling scream.

Both of you stop, your eyes widening as your body begins to fill with worry. Luckily enough, you’re both decent so you step out of the room and go to Megumi’s room, where you both heard the scream. Toji is big and strong enough to fight just about anybody off. Toji doesn’t bother knocking before he barges into the room, he makes sure you’re behind him so if anything happens, you’ll be protected.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?!” You hear Megumi yell, and you immediately know he’s at his wit’s end because he’s generally the kindest kid. He’s so well-behaved and wouldn’t dare to speak like that, unlike your husband.

“What happened here?” Toji asks, seeing how one twin is under Megumi’s bed while the other lays down on the bed. Megumi is definitely upset. “Kisho, get up from under there, what the hell are you doing?”

“Nice language, honey. Nice language.” You remind him. You walk over to Megumi, whose arms are crossed and would definitely be hitting his siblings if he didn’t have the ounce of self-control that’s left in his body. Your hand runs up and down Megumi’s back, hoping that’ll get him to calm down. “What did the twins do?”

“Why are they here? I woke up because Koemi was sleeping on top of me, and when I got on the floor I felt Kisho’s hand wrap around my ankle.” Megumi shares, and it makes Toji’s hand go over his mouth so he doesn’t show the smile on his face, and he can suppress his laugh.

“What are you two doing here?” You question as Kisho tries to take a seat on Megumi’s bed, but he struggles because it’s too high for him to reach. You look back and forth between the twins.

“I had a nightmare and didn’t want to bother you.” Koemi responds. You then focus on the other twin.

“I have to protect her here. She says she’s scared of monsters under the bed so I have to make sure.” Kisho answers, which still doesn’t explain why he wrapped his hand around Megumi’s ankle.

“So why did you wrap your hand around Megumi’s ankle?” Toji asks. The little boy looks ever-so-innocent when he says,

“I thought he was a monster.” He claims, making Toji burst out laughing.

“Thank you, dad. I’m glad you find my suffering amusing.” Megumi glares at his father.

“C’mon you little rascals. You’re sleeping with mommy and me tonight.” Toji tells the twins in-between laughs. He watches the twins get off Megumi’s bed and begin to walk to your room. 

His plans were ruined, but he surely doesn’t mind it.

[lvrcpid]

here with me.

includes : nothing just dad!lo’ak telling his children about their uncle neteyam. i cried while writing this so buckle up.

lo’ak watched as his two children, altria and rai’uk chased eachother around their family mauri, their giggles filling his ears as they ran around his legs. “alright come on you two, it’s time for bed” he picked up altria, his daughter and held his son, rai’uk by his hand. they gave lo’ak a run for his money considering they were twins.

“awh daddy come on! i almost had her!” rai’uk raised his arms up for his sister while she just stuck her tongue out at him, teasing him. “i know rai’uk but your mother will kill me if she sees you both are not in bed.” he bent down, laying altria down and tucking the two into bed.

“daddy can you tell us a story?” rai’uk asked, the sandman already creeping up on the 6 year old. with a smile lo’ak nodded. “i’ll tell you about your uncle neteyam.” he began, smiling down at his children.

“your uncle was the mightiest warrior there was..very stubborn though” he chuckled. “even more stubborn than you daddy!?” altria chimed. lo’ak couldn’t help but nod “yes more than me”. he could tell his children were already falling asleep, but he decided to continue.

“he had a big heart too..a big heart that could love anyone and everything..he always had to get me out of trouble with your grandfather when i would mess up..so many times..” he said, his voice beginning to crack. he missed his big brother more than words can describe. “he was always there for me when i needed him..he cracked the funniest jokes too” he sniffed, remembering a few of the jokes neteyam used to make.

“your uncle neteyam would’ve loved to see you both grow into the adorable little rascals you are today” he looked up to see his children fast asleep, a smile drawn on their sleeping faces. lo’ak sadly looked down at his children. he didn’t want to admit it, but they reminded him so much of neteyam and him.

how they argue. how they play so well together. how they’re always there for eachother. it was him and neteyam.

lo’ak kissed his children’s forehead softly before exiting the mauri, his shoulders shaking as he began to sob, a hand coming up to his face to wipe his tears.

‘i miss you so much neteyam. i’m so sorry i just wish you were here with me..i’d give anything to have you back..’ he thought to himself. not realizing a certain someone was listening.

neteyam looked to his little brother, sadness painted across his face. his transparent figure making its way over to lo’ak before engulfing him into a hug, one lo’ak couldn’t feel.

“don’t worry baby brother..i will always be here with you..always.”

[leoruby-draws]

Finally, I can introduce Indigo aka Brainiac 8! Last one, and with this I've done 8 straight days of posting. Not the best week (pretty shitty tbh) but posting these helped take my mind off all that horrible shit. Hopefully it helped a little for you too.

A villain turned hero (then villain again) who comes from the future and tries to make the future belong to Brainiac! She'll be fulfilling the superman role in the group! Best of all, she has pink hair! Yes that's important (no its not lol)!! You know how long she's been in the drafts? Since more than a year ago!

In my last post, I was considering making a oc that would fulfill what I would like for my superman expy of the group but decided against having an oc for that, but ironically I did find a character who was pretty similar to her. The fact that she was actually a 'child' of Brainiac made her, in a way, more perfect for the role. A lot of the kids on the TrWh Outlaw team tend to be stuck on the border between good and bad, so Indigo will have company in that regard. I think at a later point she'll also start making friends with her outsider teammates from the comics as well, I've got a couple of drawings of them as well. I'll post them later tho.

Indigo's personality is split, because just like in the comics, she actually has two sides to her. A sweet, inquisitive, innocent but manufactured side and her 'real' personality, an evil monster bent on enacting Brainiac's plans. Her entrance is similar to the comics, she comes blasting in from the future to try to kill Donna. Unlike in canon, Indigo fails. Cyborg helps rewire her and Donna tries to figure where to place her. Donna then thinks of those Outlaw rascals making trouble everywhere and gets an idea...

Here was where I was working out her costume, I gave her a black dress cuz of her canon black outfit, but it felt kinda boring no matter what I added to it. So I changed it up. I also gave her a human disguise, for whenever she wants to blend in. I also tried to give her a name of sorts 'Aryrl Dox', tried to make it sound like Ariel but don't know if it works.

Also her hairstyle, I kinda styled it after Yukino from KareKano. Yukino was someone who tried to create a secondary facade to fool her classmates into thinking she was perfect. Her obsession for maintaining two different personas gave her a similarity to Indigo, so I thought it'd be funny to give her hairstyle to Indy.

Also with Indigo being the superman of the group, this means Jason/Vanessa/Indigo are the trinity of the TrWh Outlaws. Seems like Vanessa doesn't feel too comfortable around Indigo.

And Vanessa isn't the only who's uncomfortable around Indigo. Karen, Kara, and Brainiac 5 seem rather apprehensive about her. I said earlier that the story that introduces her is similar to canon, where Indy flies in from the future to kill Donna. Since this happens earlier in canon, the plot point from Graduation has to be different. My idea was to have it happen in a ceremony where the heroes(Justice League?) formally establish Steph's and Tim's hero teams (Jason's team mostly rejected doing this, much to Toni's chagrin). A lot of heroes were there so a lot of people saw the destruction Indy brought, so she's currently got a pretty bad reputation atm.

Also I made Indigo's outfit more similar looking to Supergirl's, perhaps its her way to make herself easier for others to accept her.

More Indy's and a little moment between her, Jason and Vanessa. I imagine they're closer to 13/14 here. You can also see me putting her in her canon hairstyle, maybe I should've stuck to it, much easier to draw tbh.

Also here's a bonus little comic under the read more:

A fun comic showing how Indigo comes blasting into the team's life, Donna can't help but find this all rather amusing. As for why is Donna introducing Indy to the team? Well I figured it would just be like her to want to help this child, even if that child tried to assassinated her. Doesn't every child deserve the chance to make friends and be happy? It's a major reason why I like making this au, giving lonely young heroes a more happier life.

A little bit of an epilogue here. It was very important to me that at one point Jason would meet a character that basically 'beats' the shit out of him and then would make him laugh. Basically a parallel to his own meeting with Bruce, at least one meeting like this had to happen! What better character than the girl who doesn't know what humor is yet? I think they're gonna be great friends, lets hope these happy times last forever...

And with that, my 8-day streak of posting is over!!! My poor poor hands, I think I'll skip next week honestly.

Well, I hope you enjoyed all of that, and I hope you all stay safe out there!!

[alexa-fika]

Lasting Memories (Shanks x gn!child!reader)

A/N: Yall I am so sorry, I thought I had posted this earlier today but I just checked and I was like wait I din’t , oops. I think I COOKED, PLEASE TELL ME IF I COOKED OR NOT, read this post to see what it was inspired on, cause I don’t want to make you read it twice if ya already know

Dividers by @/Saradika

“Captain, there's a kid out there; they said they want to talk to you,” Yassop said, entering the bar

“Hmm? Hardly a place for a kid to be” he said glancing at the bar him and his crew were currently staying at

“I think you’re going to want to see this one,” he said, grinning

“Well, let’s have a look, can’t leave the kid hanging,” he said. The captain stretched his arm out. His eyes gleamed as he took one last gulp of his drink, walking behind his officer until they came outside of the bar where a small child sat at a bench swinging their legs until they spotted him coming out of the bar

They smile, jumping off the bench and facing the Captain, their bunny-like ponytails raising in happiness

“Are you Captain Shanks?”

“That’s me. And are you the one asking for me?” He says teasingly before he bends down, coming to their level.

“Yeah”

“And what’s your name?”

“Reader”

“Reader, and how old you are you, Reader?”

“Six”

“Six, young lass to be wandering around, what can I do for you?”

“Do…do you remember me?”

Shanks pauses; he tries to recall this child, this face.

“I’m afraid not, but you look somewhat familiar.”

They grin

“You were always Closer to sister; she was older; I was just two, so back then all I knew was that you meant home, safety.

Shanks furrows his eyebrows in thought

“Im sorry, Lass, but im not sure what you mean; who was your sister?”

“You must remember better her better, your former musician, Uta.”

Shanks's eyes widen as he is hit with the sudden realization. Of course, he’d never have forgotten about his daughter.

"You’re…."

“Hi, Dad, it’s been a while,” they said, tears pooling in their eyes

Shanks is utterly taken aback by this moment; his jaw completely drops in shock.

"Y-you're really...I always wondered what happened to you, and I never stopped looking, either. Look at you; you were but a tiny lass always glued to Uta’s arms last time i Saw you"

“Uta told me that sometimes she had trouble getting me out of your arms; she always talks about you, especially after the music guy took over her; she keeps saying how you saved her.”

Shanks's eyes light a loud laugh escaping him after hearing of Uta’s fond memories about him.

"I can't believe it, all of this time I spent searching. . I can't believe my little lass found me instead”

“After the bad guy, sister has been taking a well-deserved break from all the craziness, and well, I was wondering if maybe I can stay with you for a while until sister charges up?”

He grins, scooping the small child up and ignoring their surprised squeal as their feet left the ground, turning around to his crew, who had by now left the bar to see their captain’s reencounter with his child

“Lads, we got a crewmate back; this calls for a celebration!”

They look up at their father, a smile growing on their face as they continue staring at his features. It had been a long time, and they were small the last time they had seen him; the features had become blurred over the years, but now there was no hurry. They had no need to hold onto figments of past memories that needed to be puzzled together just to have a vague remembrance of what their father look as now they would have the chance to create new memories, to wake up and see the face in front of them rather than in their murky memories

“Hm? Do I have something on my face, lass?”

“No, im just happy I found you.”

Shanks gives a bright smile as he sees his kid’s happy expression.

“So are we just going to stand out here, you little rascal? Come on then,” Shanks says, carrying the small one on his hip back to his ship.

“You guys have better start being careful from now on; we’ve got ourselves a child on board,” he said, glancing back at his crew. The smile On his face, betraying any serious tone he was trying to portray

“But dad is the reckless one,” Reader piped in

“Hah? What are you trying to say, reader?! Ask Beck; I am the epitome of responsibility, right Beck?”

“No.”

“Hey! Reader, don’t listen to him; Uncle Beck is just being silly!” he fusses

“Be careful around that one; take your eyes off him, and you’ll end up on the sea.” Lucky Laughs

“OI”

Im sorry for starving you guys, I just started classes so I’ve been trying to get ahead as I always do but eventually when I get ahead I will be much laidback so I will be more consistent ( Hopefully)

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[halfetirosie]

✨♡🔻 Why Dante Fuckin RULES! 🔻♡✨

(Sweet ♡ Heart Attack - Retrospective Thoughts)

I'll be honest---for this event, I really did live up to my claim that I would be in ✨ Empty Brain Mode ✨. That is to say, I felt like I didn't have any significant observations to make until the event was already over.

And after all was said and done, I just thought;

Damn! This maid event has done the best job of showing off Dante's appeal as a character out of all the events we've had so far! (At least, in my opinion.)

I don't say that just because of the ongoing gag of putting a stern, masculine guy in a frilly outfit and making him do the cutesy pose and catchphrases---although, that's definitely part of it. I'm a slut for gap moe, and no other event puts Dante in that gap moe sweet spot.

Rather, I think this event demonstrates how good Dante's personal values are.

At first, when Cocoa uses magic against the group, Dante is understandably upset (and ready to throw hands). But when he hears about Cocoa's desperate situation, he believes he's partially responsible, and graciously agrees to help.

(While I personally would say it's a stretch to say Dante is at all responsible, since no one could've seen that carriage accident coming, that doesn't change the fact that Dante still agreed to step in and help someone in trouble... Even though he felt hella uncomfortable.)

And I feel like that's what was overlooked the most in this event: Dante's generosity. Even though he felt uncomfortable, he still took initiative, did his best at his job, and remained confident.

Hell, he even helps his customers learn how to be confident in themselves, too (even if he does it with the grace of a divorced drill sergeant)!

Yes, Dante loves getting up to his Tsundere Bullshit™ a lot, and he may have a stricter outlook on the world than others. But he is always his authentic self, and he has a good heart.

♡♡♡ I can't help but love the little rascal! ♡♡♡

(P.S---And yes, that little moment of camaraderie with Rei after those hecklers got their comeuppance was hella cute, too. Love to see two of my favs sharing a wholesome moment!!!)