#my heart just throbbed....they’re so pretty 😭

[lipglossanon]

Like A Predator’s Prey in the Cold

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Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Predator/Prey request for @gumiegumie; sorry it took forever and thank you for your patience 😭 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, predator/prey dynamics, reader is called bunny, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, mention of gangbang scenario/forced sex with strangers by Leon but it’s just dirty talk (in case that’s triggering)

not proofread ✌️

title from Antisaint by Chevelle

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Your friends all thought it would be a silly little throwaway gift, just a cute pair of bunny ears and a tail. You laughed it off with them, but you kept it once you got home. And today, since you’re home alone, you’re excited to try them out. 

After seeing some cute pics online of similar outfits, you decided to pair some of your prettier lingerie with them. So now, looking in the mirror you smile at yourself, running your hands down the lace and ribbons, fixing the elastic band wrapped around you to set the tail right above your butt. Tipping your head, the cute bunny ears flop back and forth making you giggle.

You blow yourself a kiss, feeling sexy and cute in your little getup. 

Leon also thinks you look sexy and cute. He’s staring at you from the doorway, broad shoulders braced against the door jamb as his deep, blue eyes watch you. He watches you quietly, a smug grin crossing his face since you don’t even realize he’s there. 

You spin around to grab your phone from your bed and gasp to see your stepfather’s hulking form in the doorframe. Feeling shy and embarrassed at how you look, you quickly grab for your clothes strewn about your room. 

You panic a little as he steps forward. 

“Don’t you look cute?” his low voice rumbles as he grabs your arm and spins you around to face him. 

You feel hot all over as his eyes rake down your body. He flicks the bunny ears drooping over your head. 

“I-I just thought it would be cute,” you feel so shy you won’t meet his gaze.

“Oh it is, baby, so cute,” he drags his hands across your waist and up to cup your lace clad breasts, thumbs teasing at your nipples until they’re stiff and achy. 

“And look at that,” he rumbles in your ear as he reaches around and grabs the fat of your ass with both hands, “a little cotton tail.”

You gasp as he spanks your ass before letting his hands drift across your body, snapping the bands on your lingerie or tweaking and pinching your hard nipples.

“Got me so hard, little bunny,” he kisses the side of your neck making you shiver.

He grabs your hand and guides it down to his slacks, making you palm his chubbed cock with a groan. 

“Feel that? Gonna slip it deep inside that wet little cunt, make you my sweet little fuck bunny. How’s that sound?”

You whimper, slowly stroking his bulge, “Daddy.”

“Shh, shh,” he soothes, tilting your face up so he can lick into your mouth, tongue plunging inside making you moan. 

He grabs your waist and presses your bodies close, grinding his cock against you. 

“So pretty,” he drags his lips across your jaw, “god, I can see how wet you are in those skimpy little panties, baby.”

He kisses you again, heatedly, tongue fucking in and out of your mouth until spit drips down your chin. He tastes you over and over until you’re eagerly grinding against him while sucking on his tongue. 

He pulls away and snaps the band on your panties, “Gonna need you to run, little bunny. Let me chase you down and fuck that sweet cunt.”

Shuddering, you gaze up at him with dilated eyes, “I can run anywhere?”

“Anywhere, baby,” he slaps your ass, “better make it count.”

Heart fluttering in your rib cage, you turn and dash out of your bedroom. You hear him laugh followed by his footsteps as he starts to run after you. Your cunt is throbbing at the idea of Leon pinning you down like some animal and fucking you stupid. 

You really do try your best; you make it downstairs just past the threshold of the living room before you feel a pair of warm hands wrap around your neck. 

“Oh little bunny,” he coos into your ear, shoving you down onto the rug, making your knees and palms sting, “I’m about to enjoy this so much.”

You squirm and struggle underneath his bulky body, but it only makes him groan.

“Mmm yeah try and fight me, makes me so fucking hard,” he laughs and shoves your face down into the floor.

You squeal as he rips your panties off your legs and tosses them away, making sure to reaffirm the elastic band holding up your bunny tail stays in place. 

“Such a slutty pussy,” his fingers slide across your wet slit to rub at your sensitive bud, “daddy’s gonna love fucking this needy cunt.”

You whine and try to crawl forward, but he shoves his palm down on your head keeping you still. 

“Just for that attitude, daddy’s just gonna take what’s his,” Leon pulls out his thick cock and lines it up with your soaked hole, “don’t care if you’re ready or not.”

You scream and thrash as Leon sinks his cock into your pussy.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s it, take it, take it like a good little bunny,” he growls down at you, hands shifting to grab your hips and yank you towards him. 

You scream again as he bottoms out, fat tip knocking against your cervix making you drool all over the rug. 

“Squeezing me so tight, bunny,” he grunts as he pulls halfway out just to slam back into your clenching walls. 

Slick gushes from your pussy to drip down your thighs and onto the floor. One hand moves from your hip up to your neck to pull your head up. He starts pounding into your pussy, fat cock stretching you out to the point you’re squirming trying to rock back on him. 

“There she is,” he murmurs, hips humping forward into your squelching pussy, “work that hot little cunt onto daddy’s dick, get me all nice and wet.”

“D-daddy,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back into your head as he hammers against your g-spot making your thighs clench.

“So goddamn tight,” he snarls into your hair as he cages your body in, fucking deeper and harder into your fluttering hole, the sound of skin slapping together getting even louder. 

Your hands claw uselessly at the rug as your knees scrape against the rough carpeted surface.

“Daddy,” you whine, “g-g’nna get r-rug burn.”

His hard chest presses down on your back, making you spread your legs wider to keep your balance. 

“Fuck me, yeah, get those knees all skinned up, baby, just proves daddy’s fucking this pussy like she needs,” he pants into your ear before biting down on your shoulder making you squeal out in pain. 

Leon gets even rougher, cock pistoning in and out of your drippy cunt until you’re crying, tears slipping from your eyes. Once he notices, he goes even faster, fingers slipping down to stroke your pudgy clit. 

Your hips try to writhe away but it only serves to make him fuck you harder. 

“Next time, we do this outside,” he chuckles meanly in your ear, “fuck you in the dirt like a good little slut bunny.”

You moan and buck back against him.

“Yeah, daddy’s wet little fuckbunny getting her hole reamed out in the woods,” he groans lowly, “creaming that little pussy again and again til you’re begging for it.”

“Daddy,” you cry out, feeling your orgasm creep closer and closer. 

“Yeah, like that?” he nips your earlobe, “maybe some stranger find us, wants a little taste of this pussy.”

You whine and grind back against him as he bullies his cock faster into your cunt. 

“If he asks nice enough, I might let him have a turn or two, some strangers cock fucking your little cunt,” he moans loudly, biting your neck, “watching as he cums all in your tight pussy and you can’t do anything but take it.”

Leon rubs your clit in harsh little circles, “Might invite a few friends and let them have a turn, run a train on this cute little bunny.”

Your body seizes as your climax hits you hard, pussy squeezing and milking Leon’s dick as you moan so loud he has to cover your mouth. 

“Damn, baby,” he gives a strained laugh, “squeezing me so fucking good, gonna cum, fuck.” 

He groans and bucks his hips deep into your cunt, letting your fluttering walls milk him as rope after rope of hot sticky cum floods your hole. 

“That was nice,” he sighs, pulling his spent cock from your clenching heat. 

He gently raises you up and pulls you into his arms, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” 

You smile at him, all soft and sweet as your body still comes down from the aftershocks, “Thank you, daddy.”

He kisses your forehead, “Anytime, baby.” 

[wonusite]

and how about a sub!seokmin drabble? him just being pussy whipped or pussy drunk or whatever it is, just him being in love with your pussy.

-tulip🌷

bestie how could you request this knowing about my weakness for sub!seokmin 😭 ur wild and ily 🤍

Seokmin was so sweet and caring, especially when you two had sex. But there was just something about his behavior that made you want to tease and play with him. It’s not like you itching desperately to do this to him, but now that you had, you were sure it’s something you wouldn’t be able to let go.

Cruelly, you been edging him for a good twenty minutes and you were loving every second of it.

“Princess, please!” Seokmin cries, hands fisting the sheets around him. “I promise I’ll be good! Just use me like your personal fucktoy!”

He’s so cute when he begs for you, and it makes you somewhat powerless to him. So you relent, slowly easing yourself on to his big cock. You hold back the moan clawing at your throat at the stretch you feel. Seokmin other hand has no problem being vocal, dick throbbing wildly inside of you. It’s cute how easily he gets pussy drunk, and you intend to make the most of it.

Your movements start out slow, savoring the way Seokmin is whimpering and mewling desperately. He always has a hard time staying still, but he’s managing better than he usually does. It makes you coo softly, rolling your hips with more enthusiasm than before.

His big cock is hitting your sweet spot even with your slow movements, making you moan out his name. It’s cute the way Seokmin whimpers yours, all needy and desperate. You grab his hands and slowly guide them up your body until they’re resting at your tits. That’s all the permission he needs to squeeze and massage them, pinching and pulling at your hard nipples exactly how you like.

“So pretty.” You moan, grinning down at him. “Especially when you beg for this pussy.”

All your boyfriend can offer you is his cries of pleasure since already too drunk off the feeling of your tight cunt. His hands start to wander on their own, caress every inch of you until he gets to your cunt. You can’t stop the moan from spilling past your lips when he starts to rub slow circles on your aching clit.

“Fuck, I love you.” He mewls when you start tightening around his dick.

His words make your pussy throb, and you start to speed up your movements. “I love you, too. My sweet, baby boy.”

The moan he lets out is familiar, as is the cum spilling into you. At this point he’s weakly bucking his hips up like the horny little puppy he is. You prolong his orgasm, riding him until you reach your own orgasm.

You still your movements, noticing how Seokmin’s lidded gaze is locked on your cunt. “What is it, baby?”

He licks his lips and looks up at you with pleading eyes. “Will you let me taste you?”

It’s tempting to make him beg for it, but he was so good for you the entire time that you can’t deny him what he wants. You don’t really want to, anyway.

Seokmin gently rolls you over, cock still sheathed inside you. He places a gentle kiss on your lips before he trails him down your neck. When he finally does slide his dick out of you, he wastes no time in shoving his face into your sloppy cunt. Seokmin messily laps up all your missed releases, moaning at the taste as he shoves his face deeper into your glistening folds.

Your hand latches on to his hair, and he laps up every bit of messy arousal that is oozing from your hot cunt. “Fuck, baby!” You moan, grinding your pussy onto his magical mouth. “Feels so fucking good!”

The way he’s fucking you with his tongue has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, lost in the pleasure your boyfriend is providing you.

Seokmin moans louder than you are, loving nothing more than the taste of you and him mixed together. He’s planning on pleasuring you all night, just so he can play with your pretty pussy to his heart’s desire.

[daisyvisions]

Daisy you should totally imagine racer Sangyeon being your handsome boyfriend who can’t keep his hands off you 😋 Imagine meeting him while he’s the owner of a flower shop in the morning. The moment you walk in, he has his pretty boy blush and is scrambling to the door to greet you. To his luck, you’re single and you just wanted to get flowers because they’re pretty (like you ;D). He’ll run around the entire store when you ask for recommendations and you end up with this giant bouquet. When you get to check out, you’re amazed! But you’re even more amazed when he tells you it’s a gift from him and to enjoy it. You try talking back because you feel bad, but he insists. When you get back to your house and put the flowers into a couple vases (yea there were that many), you see a little note. “They say dating is a numbers game, so can I get yours? In all seriousness, you look so kind and pretty and I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again so I’m wondering if you want to go out sometime? Here’s my number if you’re interested ;) - Sangyeon”

- 🍞

(nice to formally meet you bread, I'm a fan of your work w/ Adonis)

Did you really have to go and attack me like that? 😭 because florist Sangyeon is definitely a vibe and I'd be a sucker for all his pick-up lines

Imagine, florist by day, bike racer by night. You were dragged to watch a bike race by your friend and you end up bumping into Sangyeon (while his helmet was still on so you didn't know who he was) and he flirts with you and etc. And when you watch him race you feel you heart pumping so fast & your core throbbing bcos he's hot asf even if you can't see who's under the helmet

Bonus: maybe after the race you go and congratulate him and ends up fucking you on the restroom sink (still with the helmet on btw 🤪). The anonymity of it all is what gives you that rush.

Then when you go on a date with florist Sangyeon you realize he's wearing the same necklace as the biker you met and connect the dots eventually 😏

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-A-Long, Empire of Storms, day 11

SOMEHOW I DIDN’T REALIZE HOW CLOSE TO THE END WE ARE. I think it’s because I checked this book out from the library virtually to make it easier to carry with me, and I’ve just been reading on my phone. I pulled out the physical copy to read this morning since it’s my day off, and now I realize this the last 100 pages. The traditional, SJM style, shit-hitting-the-fan smorgasbord.

(Bring it on)

Ch 65

Did anybody else try to pair the gods with their main cast counterpart?

“one that was of sea and sky and storms” Rowan

“one of many shifting voices, both animal and human” Lysandra

“one who saw all with wise, calm eyes” Elide? Or maybe Dorian?

“the one of darkness and death.” Lorcan

“the one with a voice of steel and shields and arrows.” Maybe Gavriel? Or Aedion, I guess?

“The one with three faces” Manon

“The princess whirled, her hunting leathers stained and damp, the gold tips on her braided hair clinking.”

NEHEMIA! I missed you so much, honey!

This isn’t Nehemia though, it’s just an echo, just a memory, but oh, it’s still so good to see her again 😭

Ch 66

“When Aelin and Manon had vanished into that mirror, Dorian suspected it was only Aedion's roaring that had made Rowan snap out of the blood fury he'd descended into. And only the throbbing bruise on Dorian's cheek that made Rowan refrain from giving him a matching one.”

He didn’t know what was about to happen though. Idk. I feel like it was a pretty genius idea, there was no way he could have known shit was about to hit the fan. And that they wouldn’t be back.

(They’re gonna come back, right?)

“Maybe Manon Blackbeak would help her do it. Maybe they'd rule over the ruins together.

He wished he'd had more time to talk to the witch. To get to know her beyond what his body had already learned.”

I wish you did, too, Dorian, but you were too busy being horny! Lol

(I can’t say I blame you)

(Live your best life Dorian)

Ch 67

“Rowan had not possessed an army of his own to give to Aelin. To give to Terrasen.

So he had won an army for her. Through the only things Aelin had claimed were all she wanted from him.

His heart. His loyalty. His friendship.”

Omg, Rowan 🥺

GET YOURSELF A MAN WHO GIVES YOU HIS HEART. HIS LOYALTY. HIS FRIENDSHIP.

That’s how you know. He’s top tier husband material.

If Maeve hurts Elide I’m going to scream.

I’ll riot.

I swear.

Ch 68

It’s so fucking devastating to read about Nehemia, plotting her own very violent death.

That shit was so traumatic.

NEHEMIA. I kind of don’t forgive you? Like, did you even realize? How fucked up it was? To die - so violently - so horrifically - but - you didn’t HAVE TO. Aelin was the one who HAD TO. You gave Elena your death.

And for what!

To traumatize your friend into action!

I hate it. I hate it SO MUCH.

The Elena pulling the strings behind it all reveal here. It’s very unsettling, in a high fantasy kinda way. I like the way it feels, that ultimate pain, ultimate sacrifice, chosen one trope, but I don’t believe for a minute that Alien has to die to save the world.

I know we can find another way to solve this riddle. Maybe that’s why Manon’s here. She’s nameless, too, in a way, since she was disavowed as the Heir to the Blackbeak clan.

Or maybe you can give up your name, symbolically. And then be truly nameless. Maybe you can trick Maeve into giving up her name, and kill two birds with one stone here.

Ch 69

(Nice)

This fighting continues.

ABRAXOS is back! Babyyyyyyy! ILU so much! Thank you for coming back so triumphantly!

Ch 70

It feels so unnatural to stop here

I wanna finish reading!

I wanna know what happens next!

[miyacults]

M- may i please ask for various characters from tokyo rev reacting to their s/o unintentionally provoked them sexually in the public? Who would just being flustered? Who would just teasing your innocence face right back? Or who would just straight up railing you in front of their friends? Thank you sm 😭✌

ofc my love, hope you like this ♡∞

tokrev + 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.

featuring: multiple | genre: smut, fluff if you squint? | warnings: nsfw, minors dni ⚠️ fem reader. cockwarming. mentions of public sex (exhibitionism).

...WOULD JUST GET FLUSTERED !

You were sitting on their lap—but it wasn’t like that, you swear! It was just a really comfy way of being closer while you two chatted with your friends at that little gathering. Maybe it was the way you shifted to adjust your posture, hips rolling for a few seconds and pressing your forms even more, practically merging each other. Blood rushes through their ears quickly, and it takes you a full moment to reflect on why their face started to burn like a fire, catching the attention of the presents, heavy breathing now colliding against your face. You get up instantly, garbled apologies leaving your lips—and it’s okay, really, just give them a moment to recover themselves from the way their heart is pounding violently inside the rips that cage it.

SHINICHIRO, pah, YUZUHA, KAZUTORA, baji, RINDOU, mochi, takuya, NAOTO, SOUTA, hinata, yamagishi, makoto, PEYAN, SHION, takemichi.

...WOULD TEASE YOU RIGHT BACK !

They can handle a little innocent teasing, really, flustering doesn’t disturb them at all—if anything, they find it charming, amusing, a small compliment made to make them feel good about the effects they provoke on you. The thing they’re incapable of resisting, however, is purposefully teasing you back for your clueless actions. They just can’t resist you. So when you mindlessly bended over them, pushing your ass right into their face while picking up the plates during dinner with your friends—well, they couldn’t possibly let that slip up just like that, you know? They couldn’t help but caging you between their body and the sink, two hands falling directly to your ass to squeeze it as playful lips find the heated skin of your neck, gentle kisses pressed all the way to your chin as they murmur something about you being so naughty for teasing them like that.

benkei, RAN, DRAKEN, kakucho, SOUTH, SENJU, akkun, muto, EMMA, HAKKAI, MITSUYA, chifuyu, TAIJU.

...WOULD STRAIGHT UP RAIL YOU !

Technically, things didn’t start innocently at all. You told them, you promised, that you were going to just warm his cock for a little bit, that no one will notice with the blanket covering you up—your words, not theirs. And, technically, you did behave appropriately, you did stick to your promises. But you also got a little up, took their throbbing cock in your pretty fingers and pushed it whole inside to accommodate yourself to the right—velvety walls clenching, squeezing them so tight as dainty lashes fluttered glancing at them, serenly features wondering if maybe now they got a better look at the movie their friends were playing. So, technically, you can’t blame them now either. You can’t possibly afford to complain about the way they’re bouncing you up and down their cock, squelching sounds echoing above the volume of the TV, soft moans barely covered by the palm of their hand. And, hopefully, your friends won’t blame you two either. It’s understandable, right?

IZANA, inui, KOKO, SANZU, takeomi, NAHOYA, HANMA, mikey, WAKASA, kisaki.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

excuse me im on my period and crying over this shutup????? 😭😭😭😭 i want to keep him all to myself<3 he is the most precious thing you've ever given us i can't thank you enough

Harry tells her she doesn’t have to because he doesn’t want her to feel burdened by his personal issues, but she insists on doing it because, “It’s really not that big of a deal, H. Plus, I’ve been wanting to put platinum in my hair for a while now, it looks incredible.”

He blinks at her meekly, his voice just as soft as his expression. “It does?”

“Yeah! People literally spend thousands of dollars at salons to get their hair all pretty and silvery like yours. And you can also dye it fun colors without having to lighten it, and it’s guaranteed to be super vibrant because white is the perfect base shade. You get to do all that without the hassle!”

“I never thought of it that way…”

“I’m jealous, if anything. Silver’s the coolest color for hair, in my opinion.”

The corners of his lips twitch into the faintest smitten smile, his fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the pale curls along the edge of his hairline. “So you like my hair, then?”

Y/N returns his gentle gesture, reaching up and ruffling his ringlets playfully, her heart throbbing as he instinctively cradles his head into her grasp. “I love your hair.”

Her personal reassurance seems to soothe him more than her explanation, evident in how his shoulders gradually lose the tension they’d been carrying since that afternoon. They’d been grocery shopping at the supermarket earlier that day, minding their business and checking things off her notes app as they went, when he’d noticed that a random elderly woman had been giving him a dirty look. Upon closer inspection of the lady and her friend, he’d heard them talking in the next aisle over about how ridiculous his hair looked, and how “youth these days love to do the weirdest things for attention.”

The steep accusation had caused him to shrink into himself out of scorned humiliation. His hair wasn’t his fault, and it certainly wasn’t to purposefully bring attention to himself. In fact, he hates bringing attention to himself. Being what he is— being different— requires that he go through life as quiet and undetected as possible, milling in the shadows to avoid any trouble that could result from his concealed identity. His hair is a feature he can’t help— it had been dyed this way since the moment he was turned human (he has a theory that it’s a residual characteristic pertaining to his true form, considering it bears similarities to the light that would emit from his core), and its appearance is completely out of his control. He can’t be blamed for something he has no jurisdiction over. That isn’t fair.

Harry never really minded the white patches in his curls, but after hearing those women talk so rudely of him in such a degrading manner, his mood had immediately dampened drastically, and he could sense that unfortunate shift had been significant on his face. He could feel his lips dipping into a heavy frown, and he could feel his brows knitting in pained embarrassment, and he could feel his shoulders knotting themselves into a taut frenzy. And he could also feel Y/N coming up behind him and placing a comforting palm on his back, her face hardening with sharpened anger as she’d also overheard the mean rant the women had been been spewing about him.

Her first impulse had been to stalk over into the next aisle and tell them where they could shove their walkers, but Harry had begged her not to (“It’s fine, Y/N. Really. Let’s just go, we still have other errands to run and they’re not worth the time.”). She could tell his ceasefire came from a place of conformity and anxiety; he didn’t want to cause any conflict because it would surely draw unwanted eyes to the situation, and that’s the last thing he needed. Those eyes were capable of judging him just as harshly, if not more, and he would rather let it tide over than run the risk of exposing himself to more negativity. He just didn’t want to be a beacon for cruel observation, and she could respect that.

Therefore, Y/N had let it go. To an extent. She’d let the elderly hags get away with their stupid unsolicited opinions, but she’d found an intermediate solution by grabbing Harry’s hand and dragging him to the personal hygiene section of the store, combing the area until she found the hair dye shelves. She’d grabbed a bleach kit and chucked it into the cart without a word, nodding to herself with determination as he gazed down at the box with confused curiosity.

“What’s that?”

“Bleach.”

“Bleach? Like the chemical you put on white clothes to erase stains?”

“Kinda. Different chemical for a different medium, but the cause is the same. You’ll see.”

And here they are now, hours later, with Y/N pouring the contents of the kit (a starchy light blue powder and a small bottle of foul-smelling white sludge) into a plastic bowl, telling him that it has the ability to leech the color from her hair so it looks like his. And here they are now, with Harry insisting that she doesn’t have to strip her locks just because he got upset about some random people mocking him, and that he doesn’t want her to feel forced into undergoing such a drastic change for his benefit. And here they are now, with Y/N waving off his concerns and assuring him that it’s no big deal, and that she’s been wanting to do this long before he even came into the picture, and that today had just inspired her to finally bite the bullet and go for it. And here they are now, with Y/N praising him and confessing that she loves his hair so much to the point where she wants her own to look the same.

A sudden torrent of heat floods into the alien’s cheeks at her heartfelt compliment, and he’s well versed enough in human physiology by now to recognize that his emotions are probably broadcasting across his face at the moment in the form of a frazzled blush. That only makes the warmth under his skin rise in intensity, and he finds himself chewing along the inside of his cheek to keep the fluttering in his belly at bay. She loves his hair. That one notion nearly cures his insecurities altogether.

“Thanks.” Harry finally murmurs, picking at the chipping metallic polish on his nails as he glances up at her shyly from below his lashes, his mouth twisting into a full, delicate smile. “Feel a little better now. And truthfully…having matching hair will help a lot, I think.”

“Good.” Y/N sighs in a decisive tone, thrusting the bowl in her hands into his own palms, dropping a tiny plastic whisk inside and giving him an expectant grin. “Because I was gonna do it regardless. Now here, mix this while I go grab some gloves.”