#pwease come join us it's so very quiet in there

[noah-infinity]

We have a Splatoon RP Discord server called Footprints in Bankara Sands! It’s set 5 years after the events of Splatoon 3. Not a lot is happening in there right now and theres no real big plots. Its also a quiet server, so we’d love to have new people come on in and RP with us!

OCs are welcome, theres a healthy amount of Coroika characters to be claimed and so on. So come on in and have some fun with us! We don’t bite, promise.

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[worldsover]

Triangle ft. Choerry, Olivia Hye

length ✦ 6668

genres ✧ you know what this is because it’s exactly what everything else is; plot-devoid smut; Daddy kink; sloppy double blowjob; titfucking; threesome sex; felching; snowballing; fwb!Yerim & Hyeju

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You thought there were limits to Yerim’s audacity.

Your dick is halfway down her throat and she’s rushing to get the question out, forgetting her words are being cockblocked in a new way.

“Canweples—ghlk... Ahh. C-can we please, please try the thing I talked about?” Yerim stares into your barely-there eyes. She’s prone, her feet up in the air kicking while her head leans against your thigh. One of your hands grasps the sheets while the other grasps her hair. You know exactly what she’s talking about, but after a long lick, at your lack of reply, she continues anyway: “One of my friends really wants to join us. Can she? Please? Pwease? Pwh, glh…”

The question becomes loaded as soon as her throat does. There are only a few people with whom she’s close enough to bring up this very topic of conversation, and you’re pretty sure they’re all members of a certain girl group. One she happily belongs to. And sure, that means she shouldn't be sucking on cock like a lollipop—really, choking on cock like a lollipop, but you're not going to stop her.

In fact, you’d reply with a clarifying question of your own—who exactly?—but you’re almost certain you’d be satisfied with any answer your fuckbuddy would give. So you let go: let go of the sheets, let go of the dark locks of hair, let go of the question, and with a swift gulp from Yerim’s throat, you let go of your climax, making her tummy warm and sticky.

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Already, your balls are full, heavy in their embrace with Hyeju’s distinct lips. There’s the left, pop, in, out; there’s the right, pop, in and out while she sucks like ripe fruit.

You’re not really sure you can quantify the exact difference compared to when Yerim focuses on your sack, but it definitely has to do with Hyeju’s mouth. Something about the shape, like a… no it’s always that. It could be her eagerness, which is new to you. Yerim holds no surprise at the way Hyeju is slurping, however; she has other things to hold—shaft down her throat, gagging, takes focus.

There was all that existence you had between cumming down Yerim’s throat alone and getting ready to cum down her throat again while Hyeju nurtures your testicles. Yet, the time between two orgasms is but a secondary thing, especially when two gorgeous women are venerating the veins of your erection with their mouths.

Wide-eyed, Hyeju looks up at Yerim. Your eyes are wide too: how can someone like Yerim drool and find so much joy in getting their throat filled with cock? Then, you remember how passionate you can get about eating out Yerim’s gorgeous pussy (like last night), and you gain some empathy in her raw hunger. Hyeju learns, watches, listens. Slurpy sloshing from Yerim’s throat, kissy noises whenever pouty lips focus on your tip, rushed yet reluctant sighs for air.

If you had to name one in-between moment (and it barely counts, occurring minutes before the present), it would be what you saw upon opening Yerim’s dorm door. Yerim had her tight blue dress hiked up her shapely hips. No panties. Surprise. On the other side of the couch, Hyeju slouched, her off-the-shoulder crop top pulled down right under her tits, and one of her nipples had a slight sheen. Definitely Yerim’s spit, given how much she drools.

Look right now. Your sack is as sloppy wet as your dick. Hyeju must be finding her mouth open more and more. (She was supposed to be the quiet, lips closed.) It’s awe, or it’s some understanding of Yerim’s lust. Either way, the rest of the saliva on your balls comes from the bubbly trails emanating from the side of Yerim’s mouth as she fucks her face down into your crotch, meeting Hyeju closer with each cock inhalation.

You and Hyeju both moan while Yerim giggles and coos between the gagged sounds from her throat. A blush forms on Hyeju’s cheeks, though she diligently keeps one ball in her mouth before swapping to the other, a back and forth cycle.

Yerim releases you and then slaps your cockhead against her tongue. She shows off the deftness of her pink organ, twirling around the strands of saliva and licking up beads of precum from the tip. Even if the sensation isn’t as utterly overwhelming as her deepthroating, your head still spins every time she adds that delicate touch to your sensitive spots. Your balls twitch, and you notice that Hyeju notices, even with her inexperience, as a crook of a smile appears.

Yerim returns to unflinchingly swallowing your dick whole. She’s already gone as deep as she can go, but each time feels deeper in your mind because of how Hyeju adds her tongue to the mix; its warm tip slides around your sack, jumps at the insistent pokes, then travels up to meet Yerim’s lips at your shaft with every other inhalation.

You wrest control by grabbing Yerim’s hair. It’s the same back and forth you and Yerim share: on even days, she’ll hold you by the hips to keep you still and work her magic at her own pace, and on odd days, you—you skullfuck her; there is no more elegant way to describe the intensity with which you pull Yerim’s head into yourself, showing no regard for her breath, for her throat.

Again, Hyeju is in awe, her brows furrowed as she’s focused on cleaning the gag-drool that leaks down from your cock. 

While resting her lips on the side of your shaft, Yerim pats Hyeju’s head. “You know what to call him. It’s so, mm, obvious what he wants from us. It’s what I call him, and he loves it. But more importantly…” Yerim gazes at Hyeju in anticipation.

“It’s, it’s what I want. So take what you want.” Hyeju, when focused, is the most seductive being on the planet, sharp eyes cutting into you soul-deep. “Give us your cum. Daddy.”

Yerim is back with a giddy smile and a cute clap. “There we go.”

You’re not far from fulfilling Hyeju’s extremely reasonable request. Hyeju and Yerim can feel it, the way your testicles twitch, the way your shaft shifts; they can hear it by your increasing groans, your strained exhales; they can see it in your unseeing, your eyelids clamping tight in the muscle-clenching fires of pleasure. But for all the warnings of your incoming eruption, you have to restrain yourself. They’re going to have to take you kicking and screaming out of heaven.

With a pout on your cock, Yerim hums. “Daaddyy, aren’t you gonna cum yet? Pleeease? I’m ghnna be a ggfhd grl and—” And the pout disappears like your length in her throat.

“Yeaah.” Audibly slick pops from Hyeju’s mouth taking each ball in and out. “I reeewwy, really wanna taste what’s inside of…” You presume Hyeju means the testicle she’s greedily sucking on, the cum aching to escape, though the truth is lost to her lust.

You can tell Yerim is more experienced because, despite her intense attention to her oral ministrations, she is already multitasking. A hand between her legs, the other slides Hyeju’s tank top further down to her tight midriff. Her tits, in the open, perfectly to play with. As the piddliest puddle forms on your living room floor underneath Yerim’s thighs, she massages and manipulates each of Hyeju’s breasts like a fun toy. For all intents and purposes, Yerim is already nude herself with that blue dress bunched up around her waist. Yet, it's clear that she's done with clothing now, sliding out from her singular article, a—

"Hngh!" As blue decorates the floor, Hyeju’s bright skin turns red. Her hand pressing down into your thigh feels warm; that’s why she’s sighing so much, all from the heat of the ordeal.

You reciprocate that heat outward, sweat dripping down despite the cool air of your home. Hyeju explores more with her hands: she grabs at her breast, the one that isn’t being squished by Yerim, then feels your muscles from your abs, up your sides, to your arms. She looks between Yerim and you with pretty doe eyes. You almost remember she’s an idol, and this is the kind of look she gives her fans. Then you realize your balls are in her mouth and you forget everything about her. Her gaze is almost makes you also forget that your deepthroated cock is ready to explode into Yerim’s mouth any second.

She release your shaft from her throat to say: “Ohhh, you’re gonna cum soon, Daddy? Just let it out, cum for us, Daddy, please.”

Yerim tilts her head forward, jaw slack, lips parted by your cockhead, as your hot seed shoots down her throat. It hits the back of her throat, and she swallows reflexively. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, and then she pulls away to flick her tongue along its length, sending shivers down your spine. Once you’re all clean, she joins Hyeju in worshiping your balls, massaging them with her soft lips until you are nearly squirming off the couch with your last drops of seed—last only for the moment.

Hyeju is still stroking herself with her fingers at the foot of the couch, and your erection is maintained at the sight. She reaches for her shirt and pulls it up over her head so that while one hand rubs her clit, the other curls around her tit. It's a majestic picture, how her digits dig and squeeze into the flesh. You'd do the same, but you have more in mind: you need to fuck those perfect tits. WIthout any thought, your cock is already pointed at the perfect cleavage between her tits. Copying Yerim’s habits, Hyeju drools on your shaft, coating it in strands of saliva. Any flushed embarrassment on her face is gone; she's submitted to the fiery pleasure of the moment.

At once, Hyeju grabs your cock and aligns it between her breasts. The soft flesh engulfing your length makes you flutter, goosebumps up your arm. Your length slides up and down, spreading spit along Hyeju's tits, and it leaks down her midriff. Yerim provides kisses all around with her plump lips, giving a tickle to Hyeju’s side before worshiping your ballsack. Never a minute goes by without your testicles being sucked.

"Daddy!" Hyeju whines while she bounces up and down. The word Daddy truly spills from Hyeju's mouth without any shame, or how could there be shame in such a lecherous rasp, the begging eyes flashing between your rapt gaze and your dripping tip. 

When she squeezes her arms together to constrict your cock, you notice your arms feeling too stiff as they rest at your sides. So you place a hand behind her head. However, there’s no need to even nudge Hyeju to move; you’re only raking your fingers through her long hair.

She gets into the rhythm of sliding up, down, sticking her tongue out to poke at your tip, to lick up the drops of semen from your slit. "Your cock looks so yummy between my tits. I just wanna suck on it some more."

Yerim interjects from underneath as she gives Hyeju's right breast a rough smack with a palm. "Hey, that's not fair! You already helped drain Daddy of cum with your lips. Just be a good girl and worship Daddy's cock with your tits, okay?"

You never expected to see Hyeju pout for your cock, but there those lips go, letting drool slide from the corner. "Hmph, fine." That "hmph" is accentuated with a further tightening of her arms, making her boobs feel like they were molded for you, predestined to wrap around your length. It’s a trapped fate long sought by you, ever since you started hooking up with Yerim. While you’ve had your share of fun with Yerim’s adorable handfuls—massaging, tasting, slapping (with hands and shaft)—Hyeju completely cocooning your cock is a novel thrill you’ll forever savor.

So, when you try to move an inch, you don’t even notice how close you are to your peak. One pump of your dick into Hyeju's tits, and your next orgasm suddenly arrives—an eruption with no tremors. Hyeju's chest, her pretty face, her needy lips, everything is covered with hot sticky seed. Your balls are tightening, your breaths gasping in spurts, your cock pulsing in tandem with your heartbeats. 

"Ohhh, yesss, Daddy~" Hyeju coos as she bounces faster, coaxes out your load. Underneath you, Yerim happily lets the spasmic spurts of cum fall on her and licks up the mess. Apparently, it’s not enough of a mess: with a firm grip, she pulls your dick away from Hyeju’s paradisiacal softness to jerk you empty. She taps your cock against her tongue, then her cheeks, before her lips goes straight to your sore and sensitive tip.

"Daddy's cock, mmm." Yerim moans against your cockhead. Her breath is hot and wet on your cock; you feel it all the way to the root of your shaft. "Daddy, I'm gonna get to have you all to myself." 

She licks around the head, and then she takes a big, warm breath through her nose, inhaling all of you in one slow breath. Her lips part with the intake of air, and then her tongue dives right down, licking the underside of your shaft. Your hips jerk uncontrollably and you groan, pushing forward to force Yerim's mouth further down.

Yerim sucks harder, deeper, and moans around your length. "Nngh, I can't believe you're still so hard Daddy. I love sucking your cock, but we have so much more to do." 

Finally, she lets your dick free. Yerim makes a good point: how are you still erect? It must be the incredibly erotic situation, or maybe you turned into an Olympian overnight. Either way, you get off the couch and let the two girls get on. With her tongue, Yerim cleans the rest of your cum off of Hyeju and the two of them share the load, moaning and humming like it's the most delicious dessert they could get their hands on. Hyeju ends up on all fours above Yerim lying down on the sofa.

"Daddy's cum tastes so good," Hyeju says, sticking her tongue out and letting some drip back into Yerim's mouth. "I get why you're so addicted."

"Mhm." Yerim nods. She pushes Hyeju off, pauses, then looks at you. "So who do you think is more of a slut, Daddy? Because obviously you knooow how much I need good dick all the time. But have you seen Hyeju?"

Scratch your head. You can barely think, let alone answer her question. "Uh."

"Daddy," Hyeju interrupts. "C-can you eat me out first?"

"Of course, baby girl."

Yerim smiles. "Ooh. That means... one free Daddy dick for me!"

After a lot of trying to make positions work in your living room—the couch is too small; maybe you could contort Hyeju on your dining table while you're sitting on a chair, but then Yerim is sitting, so that doesn't work—the three of you decide to just walk to the bedroom, where there's a bed and space and that's what you should've done all along, oh well.

Once you're finally in the bedroom, you lay Hyeju down on her back and get rid of the pesky shorts and underwear she's been wearing since the night started. A kiss her cheek, then her neck, then down her collarbones. A gasp from Hyeju for each peck. You kiss around her navel, and she squirms under your touch. When your lips are pressed against the soft patch of hair between her legs, she's practically purring. You never thought about how she'd be trimmed, but considering the skimpy outfits they wear sometimes, you realize how much it makes sense. Now, the image of ripping off one of her stage outfits sticks in your mind, but you're pulled back into Earth by Hyeju with a hand in your hair.

You kiss her pussy, and she bites her lip in anticipation. Yerim leans down to watch, and the girls both moan at your attention. 

"I want Daddy to eat me out." Hyeju is writhing in need to press her crotch into you while her fingers dig into your shoulders. 

Still, you take your time. Lick slowly from top to bottom, and let her enjoy the sensations. You feel her thighs tense up, and her hips rise. Your tongue flicks over the outer lips, her clit, and her inner walls twitch.

Hyeju is so wet; her juices are flowing, and her scent fills your nose. "Daddy..." Hyeju pants, her voice hoarse. "D-don't be gentle."

There is no want nor need to be gentle. This woman is so hot, and she feels amazing beneath your tongue. You want to extract every possible reaction, every particle of pleasure from Hyeju.

Yerim wants the same. You've never seen this look on her face. Of course, she's the sweetest girl you know, but you know how she gets when she's horny and she's deprived of dick for two seconds. Right now, she's positively feral. She's biting her lower lip, grinding against Hyeju's thigh. And then, she's reaching behind Hyeju to grab your head. She presses her lips against yours and sucks your tongue, then she releases it only long enough for her to say, "Goddammit. Why does Hyeju's pussy taste so good?"

"Daddy, can you keep... keep going?"

It's not a question, no matter how sweet Hyeju's voice can make it seem. It's a demand. So you obey, and you devour Hyeju. You pull back—only a bit, half an inch, still able to feel the heat radiating from her pussy—and then you dive in again, plunging your tongue deep into her folds.

"But Daddy," Yerim says, adding this cute little whine to her voice, "my pussy is so neeedy. Like, it needs your cock to split it open. Just because you're eating Hyeju out doesn't mean you can't fuck me silly too, right?"

You pull yourself out from between Hyeju's thighs for a moment. "Right." 

Once again, the three of you fumble around trying to find a position where you can fuck Yerim's pussy senseless while devouring Hyeju's cunt and tasting every drop; this time, at least, you have much more space to work with. Finally, you settle on a basic shape: the triangle. Its structural strength isn’t about physics, but rather logistics: You, Yerim, and Hyeju can all lie on your sides and pleasure each other. Hyeju and Yerim have already started making out, so it's up to you to position yourself. Luckily, it's not too hard, and you find your head between Hyeju’s thick thighs and Yerim's legs wrapped around your waist.

The two girls look down at you with smirks. They can tell what your cock has to say from the stiffening. 

"Fuck me hard, Daddy~" Yerim whispers to you. "Make me squirm."

"Of course, darling," you reply. Your hands are free so you hold them up and rub them across Hyeju's ass and her cheeks. She's panting with arousal which also comes through her thighs in quivers and heat and sweat.

“Please, please, I need your mouth so bad.” Hyeju whimpers, her hips pushing downward until her pussy is right in your face, warm and wet.

As your lips seal against Hyeju, in one quick movement, your hips thrust forward and sink into Yerim's wet folds. Your entire cock is buried deep within Yerim's juicy, dripping pussy; your tongue is deep inside Hyeju's pussy, lapping up the sweetest nectar you've ever tasted; and your hands are pressed up against Hyeju's ass to push her down into your face and tongue. Yerim's eyes roll back a bit as her hands grasp at your shoulders, her legs wrapping around your hips, and Hyeju's legs do the same thing with your head. You're locked in the best trap possible.

Heat radiates from Yerim’s insides, so warm that it nearly burns. Every little twitch and quiver of her pussy sends shockwaves through your throbbing shaft and causes you to shudder from the pleasure. Right now, it's impossible to compare the two women—both of them are blowing your mind. So you do your best to keep up. You suck Hyeju's clit harder and faster, plunging your tongue into her depths, and you squeeze her buttcheeks even tighter.

"Fuck, Daddy!" Yerim exclaims. "Your cock—ahh—your cock, d-don't stop, please?"

"I'm not stopping, baby girl. I'm just getting started."

"Mmm~" You can hear the smile in her voice. Her hands tighten on your shoulders, then loosen. "Oh god, Daddy, I'm gonna—"

With a growl, you pull back and plunge into her again, and this time you stay put. On the few occasions you get to breathe air instead of Hyeju's pussy juices, you can see Hyeju sucking on Yerim's neck. You can tell by the way Yerim is squirming that she wants to cum on your cock so badly. All of your hard work isn't going to go to waste—she's gonna finish, no matter what. Even though it might seem cruel to make her wait, you want this one to be the most intense climax of her life.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, pleeease." Yerim has never begged this much in her life. You've teased her before, sure, but the fire of lust has completely consumed her. She sounds like she’s crying out in need of her orgasm.

"I'm gonna c-cum so hard... I'm going to cum in you. Fuck, I'm sorry, Hyeju." You know the girl doesn’t want you to stop eating her out, but all you can think about is putting a creampie in Yerim (even if you’ve done that plenty before).

You sit up, wiping your mouth, and with one look, Yerim knows exactly what to do—hands and knees. Hyeju pouts again, but when she sees you gripping Yerim's wide hips for dear life, she looks less distraught, more in awe at the raw strength. Yerim's mouth opens when you begin pounding your cock in her tiny hole. The sounds of your balls slapping against her clit and her loud groans fill the room.

In and out, each penetration is its own dramatic event of force. Yerim's moans turn into loud cries. You're fucking her with all you've got—and when Yerim trembles, you know exactly what’s coming next. Hot, imminent, like lava bubbling toward the surface. It’s coming through her whole body, but especially her thighs jiggling; it’s coming through her cunt, soaking your length. She pushes down onto your cock, desperate for release.

"Daddy!" She moans into the pillow as she grips the headboard for support as if she was about to faint into them—and then she does just that as she cums on top of you at full speed, and you follow suit.

Your body shudders, and your balls pump out their load into Yerim's depths. Yerim's pussy squirts and leaks around your cock like a broken faucet, and you're the one to break it. You squeeze her ass, and she cries out again, her thighs clenching as she rides out her orgasm.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm c-cum—" Yerim whimpers as orgasms ripple through both of your bodies one after another like waves crashing against rocks on a shoreline just before a tsunami hits it—waves that make a mess of everything in their wake before disappearing completely without leaving anything behind but sand, an unknowable, uncountable number of grains of bliss. However, the only things material left behind are all that thick seed in Yerim’s womb, trickling, flooding, and all that messy squirt on your sheets.

When it's over...

Hyeju is still there waiting. Jealousy and need and above-all-else lust are painted on her face—crumpled brows, pursed lips, red cheeks, but most of all, smoky eyes that stare at your dick, noticing that—"You're still so hard Daddy. Oh my god, I know I felt how full your balls were in my mouth but oh my god, I need it in me right now, please?"

You pull your cock out of Yerim's creampied hole, a familiar sight but nonetheless pleasant to see. "Of course." You stroke yourself until you're ready for another round—doesn’t take too long. "Fuck, you're so sexy. I know you're gonna get the biggest load out of me."

Hyeju looks up at you with those big eyes of hers that always seem so innocent even when they're turned on like they are right now. She lays on the mattress, staring at your dick. "I've never had a dick like that inside of me. I can't believe that fit inside of you Yerim."

"I know," Yerim says with a smirk. She's still dazed from her orgasm, prone on the bed letting your cum leak out onto the sheets—again, you're used to the sight (and you're used to the cleanup too), yet still you revel in the naughtiness of creampieing a gorgeous idol like her. "You just have to let it stretch you out."

Hyeju bites her lip and spreads her legs. She sighs deeply. "Daddy, please... again, don't be gentle. I'm your little cocksleeve, okay?"

Aligning your shaft with her slit, you nod. "Of course. I would never with such perfect body."

Your hands leave their position around Hyeju's hips and move up to grip either side of her face. Push forward with all of your might, and you’re surprised your head slips through her folds with ease (but it helps that she wants it that bad). Your cock is so big that it takes a few seconds before she feels even half of its size inside of her; then, you slip further, and somehow, it’s tighter than any pussy has ever been before. It's nothing like Yerim—Yerim was snug and squirty but not this tight; Hyeju is tight enough that it feels unnatural in the best way for your cock to fit inside of her, tight enough that it feels like vacuum suction pulling you because there’s nowhere to go but inward. Therefore, inward you go, her pussy lips sinking down until they’re completely stuffed, until you two are wholly attached.

In this missionary position, you're so close to Hyeju that you can only see her face (and feel her tits pushing against your chest). So it surprises you, when you feel lips on your neck—Yerim and that damned oral fixation, always needing to do something with her mouth. You don't mind though; it only spurs you on as you begin to slide your dick back out. Then, another deep thrust into Hyeju’s hole. She cries out when she feels herself being stretched out again by every inch of its length before it disappears once more. Despite that tightness, you see stress on her face: it’s emptiness, the same kind that Yerim feels when you’re not railing her every second. You can tell that Hyeju never she gets used to the sensation—she makes this sexy little noise when she feels herself being filled again, and empty again, then filled again, empty again, filled and...

Yerim moans while she fingers her own cream-filled cunt, digging some of your seed deeper as it seeps out from her pussy lips. "Fuck. Hyeju must feel so good, Daddy. I had trouble getting my fingers in that little hole. How are you fucking her this hard?"

Well, Hyeju did ask to be your little cocksleeve. You'd never admit it aloud, but even if she is as enthusiastic as ever, you know that Yerim is a lot easier to handle—that's the sort of thing that comes with experience. The way that Hyeju squirms under you, still getting used to the shape of your cock, that's what drives you to fuck harder. You're not just trying to give her an orgasm or two anymore; you're aiming to blow your load into her womb while she's fucked absolutely brainless, her eyes devoid of anything but the feeling of your dick inside her. So the more you pump your shaft into Hyeju, the more pleasure you add: your hands go from her tits to her neck.

"Ooh, Daddy, are you gonna choke her? Slap her? You should," Yerim says. "She's practically begging for it with her eyes."

You growl, and Hyeju’s posture becomes smaller, her head folding, her ears red—you’ve seen that one before.

"You're right." With one hand tightening fingers around her tender neck, you raise your other hand. You give Hyeju an intentful gaze and she nods. So you do it—smack—and the sound of the slap fills the room. Her cunt clenches, hard.

"Yes!" Hyeju cries out as you smack her again, on the other cheek, and again, one on her left breast, and again, one on her right. It's not just a flush borne out of coyness or lust anymore; it's a mark that you leave, and that mark looks so right on her tits. You can tell Hyeju agrees: she's fucking herself into you as best as she can, and you reciprocate this feedback loop. She also has her hands on her own boobs, massaging the supple flesh and pinching the hardening nubs.

Yerim joins in on the fun, adding a hand to knead too. "God, your tits are so amazing, Hyeju."

"Th-thank you."

You'll always be surprised at any timidity that comes out of Hyeju's lips, whether it's because she's so used to being confident on stage, or because it seems she's lost any sense of shame, taking your cock proudly and happily. Either way, it works for you—you love seeing her act shy sometimes. It makes you want to tease her further and drive home that she's yours.

But you don't have much time to indulge yourself with thoughts of teasing Hyeju, because Yerim grabs your dick mid-thrust. "I'm sorry Hyeju, but I neeeed more of Daddy's cock." She lies next to Hyeju and stuffs your cock into her already-used pussy.

Hyeju can barely react, and you aren't sure if that's a good thing or not. You've had a plethora of good things anyway, so you don't mind sliding back into Yerim's luscious hole. It's so sloppy with her juices and your cum, but that doesn't matter. You're going to fuck her brains out regardless.

Yerim is your greatest temptation, addiction. When you think about it, it's true: you've gotten off to her, with her, more times than anyone else, even more than you have alone. There are plenty of girls who you find attractive—for example, all the other members of LOONA—but none of them turn you on quite like Yerim does. It helps that she's the one you get to fuck on a daily basis. So even if Hyeju might have the tightest pussy you've ever had, you gladly piston inside of Yerim as if there's no tomorrow. But before Hyeju can even realize it, you're back to fucking her too. It's a difficult, dangerous charade to play, but you go back and forth, left and right between the two women. One moment, you're pounding your throttlehold-tight cocksleeve, watching her tits bounce around; the next, you're indulging in your cock-addicted slut, watching her legs jerk with every lunge. It's perfection, the amalgamation of bliss, the way your dick never strays too far from the tight warmth of Hyeju or Yerim.

As you pound away at each woman, you notice that Yerim is starting to look worn down. She's moaning less, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy as you continue to fuck her. She's still got that cute little smile on her face, but it's not as bright. Maybe she's tired from the night before (when you ate her out even though she was sweaty from dance practice), or maybe she’s had too many orgasms today. Whatever it is, you know that Yerim won't be able to keep up with Hyeju's boundless stamina. It's incredible that through your relentless pumping—the sticky sweat, the musky smell, and the heat of the room—Hyeju can still bring one hand down to play with her clit while the other keeps a firm hold of your balls.

That's when you decide to take matters into your own hands. Your resolve to wear Hyeju down returns. Bring her down to her most primal state, to a melting pile of flesh and jumpy nerves. Without warning, you stop your reckless alternating pattern by pulling out of Yerim's pussy. You sit back against your headboard, the two girls in a daze, then grab Hyeju by the hair from behind, sitting her petite yet juicy ass on your lap. Nectar from her pussy soaks down into your crotch as your hands squeeze her thin waist tighter. Her hips slide back and forth in need—after all, your cock is not yet inside and she looks back and she just wants it inside more than anything else. You slide up to her chest, left hand and right hand both cupping a breast, and pull her so that her back is against your chest. Then, finally, you plunge inside of her.

It's a funny thing, how your dick can be slotted inside the most snug pussy you've ever felt, but all you can watch is Yerim drooling.

"Ooh... yesss." Hyeju moans as you push into her. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I love being filled, love, love being your fuckdoll."

You push into her as hard as possible until she screams. Again, you just see Yerim with her tongue drooping out of her mouth sloppily.

Turns out that your focus is warranted. Yerim lunges forward. Not only do you get the sensation of Hyeju's tight cunt around your dick, but you also get the sensation of Yerim's lips on your ear, sucking on your lobe. After that, you get to watch her indulge in Hyeju’s chest, and this is where the spit really begins. When Yerim has had enough time with her face in Hyeju's cleavage, she starts to focus on those taut nipples, moistening them until they're covered in spit, the same as when you first started the night.

"You're such a good girl for Daddy," Yerim says, looking up at Hyeju sweetly. You can feel Hyeju tightening up around your shaft, and it drives you to thrust into the girl in your lap harder. "Your tits taste so good. They're made to be milked."

Yerim emphasizes with a squeeze of her hand around the breast to which her mouth is latched. "Th... thank you."

"You think when Daddy pumps you full of cum, you can really get some milk out of there?"

Such a small whine out of Hyeju's lips for an even bigger reaction, her body shaking and trembling.

"Wow, that gets you going, huh?" Yerim can't lay off the teasing tone, as much as she can lay off Hyeju's tits. "That's right, baby girl. Daddy's gonna turn your womb into a sticky mess just like me, so the next time you cum all over his cock, your pretty tits can spray all that yummy milk."

"Fuuck," Hyeju says with a shiver coursing her nerves.

Your arms are tight around Hyeju now, and you're hitting her deepest parts, as fast as you can, provoked by Yerim's words. Though you creampie her plenty, this isn't the sort of thing Yerim usually indulges in. But it's clear now, by every needy motion of Hyeju, this is something they've been talking about, something she's been wanting for a long time.

Yerim smirks. Once she's done with the succulent meal of Hyeju's boobs, she leans down, tracing a path with her tongue down Hyeju's midriff. Hyeju wants to giggle, but there's barely any breath in her. Truthfully, the same goes for you, after all this bouncing. The only reason you have any energy left in you is because Yerim is determined to make you cum more than you ever have, sending whatever seed you have left inside of Hyeju—she does this by using that hungry mouth for one last lewd act: licking your dick and your ballsack whenever Hyeju is lifted off your body. 

And truly, Hyeju is barely able to move on her own volition, barely able to sigh out her pleasure through her fatigued lungs. Grab her chin to make her look back at you, and you see that you’ve done it. Her eyes are empty, white as her pupils roll back, her mouth unabashedly open. She’s nothing more than her fit figure in your hands, her reflexes of her cunt clenching on your dick, a small and tight toy.

Despite the slower pace, it’s only for a brief second that Yerim gets the swipes of her tongue in; however, it's enough for Yerim to clean the cream of Hyeju's pussy off your cock, to make your muscles tense, to nurture Hyeju's clit. In search of your orgasms, Yerim's lips do not quit sucking and puckering and kissing the filthy connection between you and Hyeju. It's persistent; it's salacious—

It's the audacity of it that makes you come. You feel your balls tighten, your shaft throbs, and you let out a groan of pleasure, the first of many. Hyeju can't hide from the bliss striking her body either, and she lets out a big gasp of surprise. You're just as surprised. How many orgasms have you had today? Yet, you're turning Hyeju's pussy into an overflowing receptacle for your seed, a pulsating, gripping thing. Any of your cum that flows out from her cunt onto your cock, Yerim makes sure none of it goes to waste. Persistent licks turn her tongue into the same sticky mess as Hyeju's womb, a perfect cum-slurping tool, her saliva making it easy to coat the entire length of your shaft with your creamy load. And these two girls are going on stage the next morning with smiles on their faces, as if they weren't wringing a man dry and being wrung dry themselves.

As you pull out of Hyeju's pussy, your shaft still glistens with spit. Yerim gives a kiss on the tip as if to say, "Thank you, Daddy." You’re not sure what kind of thanks it is when Yerim purses her lips around Hyeju’s labia and sucks out the cum from Hyeju, but it’s almost enough to stiffen your dick again—you’ve never been so sore in your life; it’s time to end the night.

Hyeju gives her own gratitude with a lengthy kiss on your neck as her legs writhe around Yerim’s head. When you look up, both women smile at each other, their eyes filled with satisfaction, and then that smile becomes pecks, and of course they’re so slutty that they’re sharing your creampie, swapping cum from Hyeju’s cunt along with their spit. How can you live life normally knowing this image will forever be embedded in your head?

"Fuck, you two are incredible," you murmur. After making sticky spitty bridges and twisting tongues, Hyeju and Yerim finally get a chance to breathe.

"You're the best, Daddy. We really need to do this again," Hyeju replies, and Yerim gives a nod before jumping on you with a hug. Hyeju grabs onto your arm too, and the three of you fall asleep together in ocean floor depths of sleep.

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AFF, AO3

i exist in swirling plotless voids

maybe i did write a good portion of this using AI, who knows

[waddlebouncefloof]

Leviathantale Mermay 2022 Day 30: Aquarium

Summary: A Leviathantale Bitty AU where all mer (including the Leviathans) are bitties.

As a selkie who lived most of his life away from society, the concept of ‘bitties’ had always baffled Geno. Small enough to be pets, but intelligent enough to be more than that. Still, despite their ability to think and feel, many landwalkers treated bitties like novelty toys to use and abuse. Landwalkers were always so strange and cruel with their creations and discoveries. It’s the main reason why selkie-kind was so strict in hiding their true identities. 

It just seemed cruel to buy and own another intelligent being for the sake of amusement. The thought left a sour taste in his nonexistent tongue every time he thought it.

Still, despite his reservations against “owning” bitties, Geno could never deny Blank. Especially when they came to him with the saddest look in their eyes and a horribly shaken and traumatized bitty in their favorite plastic bucket that they always carried around. Apparently, despite being an expensive kind of bitty, Cross had been deemed ‘defective’ and was close to being euthanized before Blank pitter-pattered into the store. The shopkeeper, who has a soft-spot for the child, decided to give Cross to Blank as a ‘gift’. 

“Bwank luv Cwoss,” Geno’s pup pleaded from the get-go. ‘Oh no, they already named him,’ was Geno’s first coherent thought. “Keep Cwoss, Mama? Pwease?”

Geno crumbled, of course. Between him and Blue, Geno always was weaker when it came to Blank’s watery eyes. It was only by the grace of his friend that Blank didn’t end up being spoiled rotten.

It became very clear that Cross and Blank were inseparable. The Thresher shark bitty completely adored Geno’s pup and became their unofficial protector and full-time playmate. He even joined them in bathtime.

Geno had to admit that he became fond of Cross. Fond enough that he purchased an expensive fish tank for him to stretch his fins and have a space of his own. It was large enough to fit many bitties, so Cross had all the space he needed.

Of course, Blue took this as an invitation to get bitties of his own. Soon enough, Ink and Error came into their lives, making their home louder and more chaotic. But they loved Blue and Blank deeply, so Geno tolerated their bickering and messes.

Then Kelp, bless his kind soul, had the bright idea to start bringing in rescues. 

Nightmare, Dream, Horror, Dust, and Killer certainly made things more exciting for Cross. He took to them after his initial weariness. As much as Blank brightened up his life, his new Shiver was exactly what he needed. 

When Stretch brought Sans and Papyrus, who were big enough to need tanks of their own, Geno put his foot down. No more bitties.

…Only to make an exception when he met Reaper. 

The orca bitty had been stuck in a too-small goldfish bowl in a corner of a pet shop in the mainland. Geno had traveled there for an errand and caught sight of the depressed bitty. His poor fin drooped as he stared through the glass with an empty gaze. Geno bought him then and there and brought him back home.

Now, Reaper is a completely different bitty. He’s energetic and a little dopey, always trying to grab Geno’s attention. He’s touchy too. Whenever Geno comes close Reaper always grabs at his hands for a cuddle. 

It’s clear to everyone and Geno that Reaper is completely and utterly besotted.

Geno’s quiet family of three has grown within a blink of an eye and he can’t find it in himself to be annoyed by that. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” Reaper sings from the opening of the tank as Geno made his way to the kitchen for some coffee. Shameless as ever, Reaper rattles off his mating song in an effort to woo Geno as he does every morning. At this point, it’s part of the routine. Still, Geno flushes behind his mug at the attention as Killer and Dust snickers amongst the plastic plants at his plight.

Blank wakes up not too long after. Carefully, they move the bitties to a tank settled in a wagon for their daily walk through the town. Today, they’re going to the beach area so the bitties can look at the ocean up close.

“Be careful,” Geno cautions them as he helps them wheel the wagon through the front door, “you know that bitties can’t touch saltwater. It’ll hurt them.” And kill them, but Blank doesn’t need to know that part. “Remember, come back home before lunch.”

“Okie, Mama,” Blank chirps.

“Don’t worry, Gen. We’ll keep an eye on them,” Reaper assures him with a soft look in his eyelights. “It’s only a trip to the beach. What’s the worst thing that can happen?”

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And then later, a series of events causes the bitties to somehow wind up in saltwater and turn into full-sized mers, revealing the secret that all aquatic bitties are actually mers turned smol by evil science. 

Geno = That one parent who claims they don’t want a pet but ends up doting on the pet

Geno with Bitty!Reaper flirting: (rolls eyes)

Geno with Grown!Reaper flirting: (sweats)

[221bshrlocked]

Mando'ad draar digu (A Mandalorian Never Forgets)

HC about Pedro/Din finding out a girl he has feelings for is in an abusive relationship? Pwetty pwease?

Note. This could be triggering so proceed with caution please. Feel free to not read it at all and just wait until my not so heavy fics.

It’s been a while since he made a pitstop in Tatooine, and he hates to admit why it’s taken him this long to finally stop by.

He didn’t leave on good terms with you the last time he was here, which wasn’t by choice. 

The last thing the Mandalorian wanted was to hurt your feelings but you were making it harder every time he flew by and spent a couple of days on the desert planet. 

Mando walked through the quieter than usual town after leaving the Child with Peli and asking her where you’ve been. He didn’t like the way she shook her head at the question and he knew something was wrong when she told him you weren’t staying with her anymore. 

He grew even angrier when he noticed he had to push her so she could tell him where you were now living. 

Making his way into the local cantina, his helmet locked onto your awfully slim body passing through the different patrons. 

And he was about to call you over when he saw the way you were reacting to a certain man’s advances, the same man the two of you argued over when he was last here. 

Taking a seat in one of the dark corners, Mando watched as you forced a smile on your face before attempting to get out of the nerfherder’s grasp. 

He almost lost it when he saw how aggressively and inappropriately his touches became but he knew you. You could take care of yourself. 

Except you weren’t doing anything now. In fact, you weren’t even pushing him off. You just let him grope your ass and talk about you like you were worth nothing. 

The bounty hunter was holding onto his last ounce of control but then he saw the man smack your ass when you turned around and he all but lost it. He watched as the tears ran down your lovely cheeks and he knew he couldn’t stand by anymore. 

Strutting towards you, he ignored your surprised expression at his presence, pushing his way past the tables until he reached his target. 

“Sooran, shab!” - Suck on that, chum!

He didn’t listen to your warnings, holding the man by his collar before headbutting him three consecutive times. He fell unconscious instantly and Mando turned to the three other men, daring them to try something. 

Mando waited until they all ran out of the cantina before turning around, hoping to take you aside to check and make sure you were okay. 

But then he didn’t find you anywhere in the awkwardly quiet space and he knew he screwed up again. The last thing you wanted was to make a scene and he did exactly that.

He made his way back to Peli and shook his head when she tried to ask him what happened. And for the first time in a really long time, the kid wasn’t able to cheer him up. 

He didn’t want to admit it because his life was dangerous and his line of work didn’t fit you but he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He cared for you. He wished for a different kind of relationship with you. And he wanted more than anything for you to want him back. He had a feeling the emotions were mutual and he regretted that it took him this long to realize his own. 

The Mandalorian knew that once your mind was set on something you’d do it but he hoped there was an exception when it came to him. You didn’t want to see him and you made that very clear but he needed to see you. He needed to tell you. He needed to apologize and to let you in.

So it came as a surprise when he finally reached the little shack you called a home and heard loud laughter erupting from inside. And he felt that same anger as before rise in the pit of his stomach when his heat sensor picked up six men sitting around a table inside your place, anger which only increased when he saw you laying on the floor in the corner. 

He knew you were going to hate him barging in again but he didn’t care. You didn’t deserve this. 

So he slammed through the front door, and took out the beskar staff, knocking three men unconscious while trying to fight the other three currently punching and kicking him. 

As he managed to get another one off of his back, he turned around just in time to see the remaining two holding you by your hair with a knife to your throat. 

“M-mando...please.”

“Mesh’la, ni cuy' olar.” - Beautiful/Darling, I’m here. 

“So you’re the one she could never shut up about.” 

He shouldn’t have felt hopeful at the man’s words, not now at least. But he couldn’t hold back from smiling behind the helmet. 

Before they could even notice what’s happening, Mando releases two small munitions from his vambrace, opening his arms for you and sighing in relief when you run into him.

“It’s two against one Mandalorian.”

“I like those odds.”

“Mando, I’m sorry.”

“Shhh, Cyare, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

He tells you to pack anything important to you and holds back from saying anything when he sees just how little you have. 

Mando is walking ahead of you, shielding you from prying eyes looking through doors as the two of you make your way back to Peli. 

He gives you a few minutes to catch up with her while he lulls the kid to sleep. It gives him enough time to collect his thoughts and decide what it was he wanted from you. 

You’ve never seen him this nervous before and you hope by some miracle that he won’t leave you behind again.

“Cyar'ika, I want you to come with me. With us.”

You’re crying before he finishes what he has to say and the Mandalorian swears under his breath because he might have been a little too aggressive.

But then you’re throwing yourself into his arms and telling him you’d dreamt of hearing those words for months. Mando doesn’t know what to do so he just wraps his arms awkwardly around you and lets you nuzzle into his cowl. 

“It’s not an easy life sweet girl.” 

“I don’t care. I want to be with you, and the little womp rat.” 

He’s beaming at your confession and envies your honesty. 

Mando is bringing you back to the ship by the end of the night and ignoring your annoying teasing remarks as he makes room for you on the already small ship. 

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you remembered who he was. But I kinda am.” 

“Mando'ad draar digu.”

You’re asking him what those words mean and he’s ignoring you because he’s already used up all of his emotional/social battery for the day. 

But you’re not shutting up and it’s starting to get just a tad bit annoying, and endearing but he won’t admit to the last bit.

“Get some rest Mesh’la.”

“But Mando-”

“And for the record, my name is Din. It’s Din Djarin. Y-you can call me by my name when we’re alone.” 

Mando is close to breaking his facade when he sees how wide your eyes become at the admission, tilting his head to the side before motioning for you to go to your cot. 

You silently walk to it and quiet down and he really missed making you flustered and he should be worried that you’re joining him and he should be reevaluating his decision but he can’t find it in himself to care because you’re here now, with him and the kid, and he’ll be able to watch over you and take care of you and maybe, just maybe, he’ll one day be able to give you the most important part of him but he can’t think of that now because it’s already too much having you near him. 

“Good night Din.”

[devinescribe]

Fights

Chapter 12 of 100 Promises

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Warnings: Swearing, arguments, talks about panic attacks and I think those are all, let me know if I missed any

"S-sugu... stop it."

He looked at you, shaking, covering your ears. Your eyes were screwed shut, tears dropping off your face, and you wouldn't look up. "Shit, (N/N), you ok?" He asked, walking over to you. "Hm? What's this? Suddenly caring?" Chishiya mocked. "She's having a panic attack you asshole. Get away," Niragi growled at the blonde who still wouldn't get away from you.

Niragi had gotten good at knowing when you were having panic attacks. Some were worse, some were minor, but he'd gotten good at memorizing your triggers and when you were having them. You were experiencing one of the more minor ones right now.

He got closer, noticing you weren't kicking or hitting Chishiya away. Yet, anyways. He kneeled down besides you, grabbing your wrists softly. You slowly opened up your eyes, looking up at him. "You're ok... he's not here. He can't hurt you. You're ok," he whispered, ignoring that Chishiya would use this against him. You nodded, slowly coming out of your state.

A few hours later, you were sitting on the edge of Niragi's bed. "(Y/N), you can't trust him. He's not the kind of guy you should be interested in," Niragi scolded. "But-" you started. "No. no buts. You can't. Especially since you don't want to be known as Chishiya's bitch," Niragi interrupted. His words angered you slightly. Was that really what he thought you were for Chishiya? Maybe because you were... No! He had real interest in you, right?

Right?

"I'm not. I think he has genuine interest. It doesn't feel like when m-"

"(Y/N), he's using you! What part of that do you not understand? He's using as a quick fuck for his own benefit! And you're letting him use your body, gods you're so dumb!"

That was it for you. How could he say something like that? All of your ex boyfriends had sucked, couldn't you have a small bit of joy?

"You know what... fuck you. I don't have to get your approval of every guy I date. I'm allowed to do things, you're not my dad!"

"That's not the point (Y/N) he-"

"I don't care! You didn't have to call me his bitch! And I'm not just letting him use my body, because I'm not! I- I'm not!"

"I get that you're angry, but you have to listen to me. I know what's best for you."

"No you don't! Suguru, I know you're just looking out for me, but please! You don't have to call me names o-or make me feel bad about myself and my decisions!"

"I didn't me-"

"This conversation is over. I'm not doing this. Goodbye."

You left the room quickly, running away. You could hear him chasing after you, but you didn't care. No way you were going to turn around to talk to him. He could go and leave you alone. 'Where can I go... blue!' Your eyes flashed with recognition. You rushed over to the man, grabbing his arm.

"Oh? What's this? (Y/N), you seem in a rush,"  Last Boss noticed. You squeezed his arm nodding over to the other side of the room. "Ah, Niragi? Is the little mouse looking for a place to hide?" He asked. You nodded, tugging on his shirt. "C'mere," he said, pulling you into his room.

"He won't come in here, promise," he stated, seating you on the bed. "I take my promises very seriously, Last Boss. Don't lie to me," you said. It was true. It had been 12 years you and Niragi had been together. Since you were 15, you'd both made promises. And all 99 were kept. No, don't think about him. You're mad at him, don't think about him. "I'm well aware... anyways what game were you playing this time? Tag? Hide and Seek?" He asked. "No game. We had an argument," you whispered. "Oh... do you.... want to talk about it?" He questioned awkwardly. You looked up, and giggled. The usually stoic man was having trouble. "Not really... do you think we could find a cat around the Borderlands?" You asked out of the blue. "A... cat?" He asked, confused on your switching of topics. "I love all animals. Dogs, snakes, cats, and fish are my favorite though," you explained. "I'm... more of a cat person myself," he said. He seemed like a cat person. Quiet, observant, intelligent. Definitely a cat person. "Mm... favorite.... music genre?" You asked. "What game are we playing this time?"

"My version of 20 questions."

Yeah, safe to say he was enjoying your version, because he was winning. You either had to answer the question, or take an article of clothing off. "You have to have something you don't want to share! This isn't fair," you whined. So far, you were half naked, and he still had everything on. He had answered every question, and you were getting kind of frustrated. "These are your rules no? Your game as well... seems fair to me," he answered. "Your sounding like Chishiya. He's not fun to play games with... he doesn't like playing games with me.... in fact... I don't think we even talk outside of... Oh no," you started, realizing something. "What's wrong?" Last Boss questioned. You stood up, gathering up your clothes. You put it on while apologizing to him. "I just realized I need to apologize to Niragi... he was right... gods I'm so fucking stupid! I'm sorry, I promise we'll continue playing more games and talking some other day?" You apologized, sticking out your hand towards him. He shook it. "Alright, I'm holding you up to that promise though."

You ran through the halls of the Beach, desperately looking around for your best friend. "If I were Niragi... roof is a no... his room is a no... My room?" You whispered to yourself. You ran to your room opening the door quickly, shutting it behind you. On your bed was Niragi, sleeping on his side. You frowned, taking off your shoes. You walked to the other side of the bed, crawling into the bed with him. You wrapped your arms around him, whispering apologies he couldn't hear.

You heard him start to wake up a few hours later, and you immediately started apologizing. "Sugu, 'm sorry... you were right, I should've realized it sooner, I should've heard you out. I'm sorry," you frantically apologized. He groaned, looking at you. He noticed how your hand shook slightly. And then he remembered what he had said to you. "I also... need to apologize... I'm sorry for calling you names, and for yelling at you," he whispered. You let out a sigh of relief as you thought he wouldn't forgive you. "For someone so smart I'm really fucking stupid sometimes... I should've... I should've noticed... you were only looking out for me," you cursed yourself. "Yeah, it's kind of my second job. Looking after you," he joked. You pouted shoving his shoulder softly. "I'll push you off my bed, watch it mister," you laughed. "Mhm, I'd love to see you try," he challenged. You'd done it before, and you'd do it again. "Try me bitch," you said. He laughed, sitting up. "What time is it?" He asked. "Mmm... 6:43 why?" You answered. "Games. We might finally get to play together, wouldn't that be fun?"

You couldn't have gotten the worst yet best group... In your car was Chishiya, Last Boss, Niragi, Kuina, and yourself. You were driving, Niragi was in the passenger seat, Kuina was sitting behind you, Chishiya in the middle back seat, and Last Boss behind Niragi. Last Boss and Kuina were mainly quiet, keeping to themselves, occasionally talking to you about something. Now the other two? They were at each other's heads.

"Well at least I've heard of what fucking conditioner is," Niragi retorted to Chishiya. "You use your so called cleverness act like a dramatic bitch who's better than everyone but you're really not," Kuina stated towards Chishiya. "I thought you were on my side?" Chishiya questioned, looking slightly betrayed. "Eh, I wanted to join in on insulting people," Kuina shrugged. "Well, fuck you, fuck you, you haven't talked this whole time but fuck you, I've already fucked you so there's no need for me to say it," Chishiya said. "Oi, you leave her out of this you bastard!" Niragi spat. You were fed up with everyone yelling at each other.

"Can everyone shut the fuck up! How are we supposed to beat a game if we can't even drive to the arena without you two trying to kill each other! I get you hate one another, but I don't give a fuck! Kuina, Last Boss, thank you for being the only two tolerable people today," you shouted. Niragi and Chishiya stared at you in shock. "What? It's true. You want me to sugar coat it and act all sweet? I can do that too. Shi-Shi, Gi-Gi Pwease don't fight! Makes me sad UwU," you pouted, using a childish voice. "That's some fucking pick me girl shit right there," you muttered. "I think it worked they're both quiet," Kuina laughed. "Hey, (Y/N) eyes on the road dumbass," Niragi scolded. You glared at him before, going back to looking at the road.

When you got to the game arena, you were surprised. "Isn't this the mirror maze we used to go to?" You asked Niragi. He nodded. "Might be a spades game then?" He questioned. "Boooring!" You shouted, walking past the entry point. "What, you want it to be a hearts game?" Chishiya asked. "It's the only kind of game I haven't played. I'm getting rather bored of the same thing," you complained, grabbing one of the phones from the table. "You should consider yourself lucky you haven't played a hearts game," Kuina mentioned. "Maybe. But honestly, I'm bored. And a bored  (Y/N), is not a good (Y/N)."

Niragi knew exactly what you were talking about. In the past, when you got bored you'd go out and look for trouble. Texting your ex even though you were an independent bad bitch who didn't need a man, piercings, pulling pranks on him. It got messy.  Have the cops gotten involved? No, but it was pretty close to it. You somehow got out of it, and he would never question your skills.

Registration closed

Game Difficulty: 4 of Hearts

So... I haven't updated this in a while huh? Sorry about that-

[cuddlepilefics]

Milky

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie/Little: Hyunjin (age 3-5)

Caregiver: Jisung (daddy), Jeongin (appa)

 Noone’s POV.:

Hyunjin loved his two caregivers dearly, Jisung and Jeongin were always so gentle and patient with him and took care of the dancer with their whole hearts. However, the oldest of the trio was still used to considering his time in headspace as his ‘me-time’, so he really enjoyed the times he’d be at the dorm alone. Today was no exception, they had a day off and knowing how busy they had been recently, the caretakers offered to stay at the dorm with Hyunjin to let him regress, while the rest of Stray Kids would head out and enjoy the early spring weather. The dancer refused because he knew how much the younger two had been looking forward to their off day, to go shopping and to get pastries at a café close by. Yes, he planned to regress but he’d be fine to do that on his own, he had been taking care of his little self until a few months ago. He sat on the couch scrolling through social media and waiting for his members to leave. Hyunjin felt the couch dip beside him before Jisung’s voice pulled him from his thoughts: “Hey, are you sure you want to stay here by yourself? You haven’t regressed in a while and we could have some relaxing family time.” – “Sung, I’m fine really. You should go soon or the others will leave without you”, the dancer put on a smile although his dongsaeng’s offer sounded tempting. “Are planning on being little? I know Innie is excited to go out but I’d really have no issue with staying here”, the rapper questioned, chewing on his lip, “I have a bad feeling about leaving you by yourself when you’re in headspace.” Hyunjin chuckled at his friend’s protectiveness, he could still remember the times when they didn’t get along at all. “It’s alright, I’m not planning on regressing”, he lied, “I just want to catch up on some anime series and maybe take a nap.” Noticing Jisung’s conflicted expression, he added: “And yes, I’m sure. Go Sungie, everyone else is waiting for you.”

Not even five minutes later, Hyunjin was alone. Unlike what he had told his friend, he immediately waddled to his room to change into an oversized hoodie and overalls. Jeongin had gifted him a cute baby pink paci after becoming his caregiver, which the dancer happily sucked on while digging through the box under his bed in search of crayons and his coloring book. It took him a while to pull the items from the bottom of the box because he could only use one had to get them out, his other hand was clutching the fuzzy cream-colored teddy, Jisung had brought home one evening to make up for spending all day at the studio leaving the little at home by himself. That had been during the times, that Jisung used to be his only caregiver. Ever since Jeongin joined the rapper in taking care of their little friend, Hyunjin had only regressed with at least one of his caregivers around. When he finally managed to get his coloring book and the box of crayons out, the little squealed happily, almost dropping his paci in the process. He caught it by quickly slapping a hand over his mouth, eyes wide before exhaling in relief that his beloved comfort item was still between his lips. Trying to fit all his things into his hands, the dancer waddled to the common area of the dorm and dropped everything on the dining table before pulling a chair out and sitting down cross-legged. The teddy found its place in Hyunjin’s lap from where it could watch him color and the dancer got to work on a fresh page of his coloring book.

The little happily colored away, not a care in the world. He had just finished his third drawing when his stomach growled. Looking down in shock, Hyunjin placed a hand on his stomach. He just now realized how hungry he had gotten, having lost track of time, the dancer didn’t know if it was time for lunch already but he also didn’t really care. Coloring was hard work and he had definitely earned himself some food. The dancer had relaxed so much that he had slipped into his younger headspace and his plan of having some fruit with a sippy of apple juice suddenly turned out to be more difficult than expected. Usually his caregivers sliced the fruit for him, although in the older range of his headspace, Hyunjin would manage to do that himself. Now, being in the youngest range of his headspace, the little was terrified of knives and even more terrified of hurting himself while being alone. Deep in thought, the dancer chewed on his teddy’s ear, paci abandoned next to the box of crayons. He always chewed his teddy’s ear when he needed to think, only the right one though, which already looked a bit frayed. The image of his bottle suddenly popped into his head, eyes lighting up. “Milky!”, the little exclaimed, scrambling up to get his bottle and dropping his teddy in the process. Hyunjin froze, looking extremely guilty as he crouched down to pick up the stuffed bear. Stroking the soft fabric, he mumbled: “Jinnie, weally sowwy. Nuh wan’ dwop chu.” With the bear clutched close to his chest, the dancer made his way back to his room and knelt down next to his box of little gear. A fond smile decorated his lips when he pulled out his bottle, but the smile soon turned into a clueless pout, looking at the container with formula. Not having prepared milk for himself in a long time, the little had forgotten how many scoops of formula his was supposed to use. Sure, he could call either of his caregivers and just ask but he wanted to take care of himself like a big boy, besides if they knew he was little, they would come home immediately and he really didn’t want to ruin their fun. Little Jinnie always hated being a burden.

Hyunjin decided to just look for some milk in the fridge and excitedly skipped to the kitchen. Setting his teddy and bottle down on the counter, he opened the fridge and smiled when he found a carton of strawberry milk. This sounded even better than his formula. For a second, the little got distracted, repeatedly shutting the fridge very slowly to see the light switch off, before forcing himself to focus as he poured the lightly pink milk into his bottle, using both hands and making sure to fill it to the very brim. Putting the milk carton away, got him into another cycle of opening and closing the fridge before he focused back on his bottle, screwing the top on without spilling anything. The milk smelled too tasty to be wasted by being clumsy. With his bottle and teddy in hand, Hyunjin waddled to the couch, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch and cuddling up under it. He turned on the TV, switching channels till he found one of his favorite kids shows before settling in to start drinking his milk. The strawberry flavored drink was even yummier than he expected and he wondered why his caregivers never gave him any of it, instead letting him drink formula, that didn’t even really taste like milk. Slowly the little’s eyelids got heavier, sucking on his bottle always made him sleepy, and after setting the empty bottle on the coffee table, he fell asleep to the sounds of his cartoon playing.

His nap however didn’t last too long and the dancer was soon woken up by a twisting pain in his stomach. He looked down and carefully rubbed circles on his middle like his caregivers usually did when he had an upset stomach. It didn’t soothe the pain in the slightest, only causing his stomach to let out an angry gurgle. As high as Hyunjin’s pain tolerance was in his adult headspace, as low it was when he was little. Feeling helpless, a small tear slipped from his eye, followed by another. The little curled further in on himself, willing the pain to go away and hoping his members would come back home soon. He didn’t know how long he had been lying there, crying into his stuffed bear and yearning for both, his caregivers and his paci, which was out of reach on the dinner table where he had been coloring and which was the only thing that could help him calm down when his caregivers weren’t around. Shifting in pain, the dancer felt his phone in his pocket and after only a few seconds of resisting, he tapped Jisung’s number, which he had on speed dial for obvious reasons. It only took one ring for the rapper to pick up, he had had a bad gut feeling all day, so he was really worried when his little’s name lit up on the display. “Hey Jinnie”, he greeted neutrally, not knowing in which headspace his friend was. He heard quiet sniffles and what sounded like a suppressed sob, Hyunjin’s voice was soft and shaky when he replied: “D-Daddy. Pwease h-help. Jinnie’s t-tummy has the h-hurties weally b-bad.” Jisung’s eyes widened in shock, knowing his intuition had ended up being true. “It’s ok, sweetie. Try to calm down for daddy, yeah? I’ll just get appa really quick and we’ll be home in no time”, the caregiver assured, walking over to the maknae with the phone close to his ear. Trying to not get too distracted by his little’s pained cries, he explained the situation as fast as he could and pulled the youngest member along with him, while the rest of the group watched in sympathy. “Jinnie, hey, can you try to take a deep breath for daddy? Daddy and appa are already coming but we need you to calm down. Did you already eat lunch, princess?”, Jisung asked hoping the dancer just suffered from hunger pains. Hyunjin on the other side of the line sniffled, trying to take a deep breath like his daddy had told him to: “Jinnie had some milky.” – “Really, you mixed your formula by yourself?”, the rapper questioned and looked over at Jeongin, who raised an eyebrow. “Nuh-uh, Jinnie found stwabewwy milky. ‘Twas weally tasty”, Hyunjin smiled at the memory before another cramp shot through his abdomen and he had to bite into his teddy’s ear to keep himself from crying out loud. Jisung had paled at the little’s words, making eye-contact with the other caregiver and frowning: “Jinnie, you know that you can’t have milk. It always hurts your tummy, that’s why we got you a lactose-free formula.” Jeongin looked shocked when he concluded what had happened from only hearing one side of the conversation. They picked up their pace and only had a few blocks to go before reaching their dorm. Jisung wanted to stay on the phone till they reached their little but the call was ended abruptly and he only heard beeping.

Hyunjin had ended the call and dropped his phone. He was already in pain and now his daddy was upset at him for doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. Would they even come back to him after him being a bad boy? The little got more and more worked up, pulling the blanket over his head and making himself as small as possible. He sobbed hard, clutching his teddy to his chest in an attempt to find some comfort. It didn’t help that all the crying gave him the hiccups and the little was starting to taste the artificial strawberry flavor again. Hyunjin wasn’t able to hear the door slamming open over his cries but suddenly there were hands on him, removing the blanket to reveal his shaking form and tearstained face. At first the little startled away but soon realized the hands belonged to his daddy and looking up, he also found his appa standing close by. Strong but gentle arms picked him up and he found himself cradled against Jisung’s chest. “Ssh, it’s okay, sweetie. We’re here, everything will be ok”, the rapper hummed, rocking them both from side to side but soon stilled his movement, when he got a glimpse of the dancer’s face before it was shoved into his hoodie covered shoulder. “I’ll go find his lactase pills”, Jeongin announced, leaving the pair on the couch. “Innie? Maybe also get a bucket”, the older requested, drawing comforting circles on the little’s back, whose shoulders shook with hiccups and sobs. There was an audible gurgling noise followed by Hyunjin whimpering: “Huwts, daddy.” The caregiver cringed in sympathy, praying the maknae would hurry, while he watched the color drain from the little’s face. “I know, princess, daddy knows. Appa’s getting some medicine for you, that will make the hurties go away”, he promised, tucking the dancer’s hair behind his ears.

Jeongin didn’t take nearly as long as it felt to both, Jisung and Hyunjin, and crouched down next to the pair. “Jinnie, can you look at appa, princess? I got you some medicine”, the maknae smiled comfortingly, “on the other hand, judging by his skin-shade I think he needs to get at least some of the milk out before he can even swallow it”, the vocalist frowned at Jisung. The rapper had already expected this and quietly took the bucket from Jeongin. Standing up, the maknae set the box of pills on the coffee table and pulled a few colorful hairclips from the pocket of his hoodie. Hyunjin loved to wear them when playing dress up and he thought they would come in handy, keeping the little’s long hair out of the line of fire, should he need to be sick. Gently, he brushed the messy strands back and clipped them to the back of the dancer’s head, keeping his movements slow and steady. Both caregivers knew that the thought of throwing up scared the little and they could see him getting restless and uneasy in Jisung’s lap, so they needed to act extra-calm in order to keep him from freaking out. “I nuh be sick!”, Hyunjin announced stubbornly but when the next hiccup was followed by a wet burp, he quickly clamped his hands over his mouth as more tears streamed down his face. “It’s ok, sweetie. It’s better to get the things that are hurting you out, so they can’t hurt you anymore”, the rapper encouraged in a low voice, bringing the bucket a bit closer. Jeongin stood in front of Jisung, keeping the little between them on Jisung’s lap. The maknae stroked Hyunjin’s back comfortingly, while Jisung steadied the little with one arm and used the other arm to hold the bucket in Hyunjin’s lap.

A silent gag caused the dancer to pitch forward over the bucket but he kept his hands clamped tightly over his mouth, whining loudly at the burning sensation at the back of his throat. “Princess, daddy is right. You need to let the bad stuff out so that the pain can go away”, Jeongin frowned. Hyunjin shook his head, coughing behind his hands, which turned into another, wetter gag. Sighing, the maknae grabbed the dancer’s wrists, gently pulling his hands down, just in time for the little to burp up a small pinkish stream into the bucket. “That’s it, baby, get it all out”, Jisung cooed. The smell and taste were enough to send Hyunjin over the edge again, the milk not nearly as tasty having it on his tongue for a second time. He hiccupped weakly, choking on his saliva and coughing a bigger wave into the bucket, the liquid splashing hollowly against the plastic. Hyunjin couldn’t breathe, the was bitter liquid in his throat and he couldn’t breathe. It was only for a few seconds but to the little it seemed like forever and he started to freak out. Sobbing loudly, clutching both his caregivers’ hoodies. Jeongin reached out, wiping away the endless stream of tears: “It’s ok, you’re ok, princess. You did so well. I know it’s scary but it’ll be over soon. Appa promises.” The maknae switched from rubbing Hyunjin’s back to giving it some firm pats, making the little burp repeatedly before a small trickle of bile passively spilled from his lips.

“Seems like most of the milk is out”, Jisung hummed, “Sweetie, how does your tummy feel now?” Hyunjin shrugged, pointing at his throat rasping: “Ouchie.” – “I know it stung a bit, but your tummy will be better soon and then your throat will also be okay”, the rapper promised. Jeongin went to the bathroom to clean out the bucket before setting it down next to the couch just in case. He had also gotten the little’s sippy cup filled with water. “Here princess, have some water to get rid of the taste and to help your throat”, the vocalist requested, touching the sippy against the dancer’s chapped and swollen lips, “That’s it. Do you think you can take some medicine now?” Hyunjin pulled away from the sippy and nodded, allowing Jeongin to feed him two of the pills, before latching onto the sippy again to wash them down. Having finished all of his water, the little cuddled back into Jisung’s chest, who shifted them into a flat position. The maknae then joined the pair on the couch, spooning the little from behind and gently rubbing circles on his sore middle. By the time the rest of the group returned home, the trio was asleep.

[the-hidden-writer]

Parental Instinct

Whumptober 2020 - Day 3

hey @ marvel give us literally any edwin jarvis and baby tony content pls and thank

@whumptober2020

Prompt: Held At Gunpoint Fandom: Marvel, Agent Carter Character(s): Edwin Jarvis, Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Howard Stark Words: 1,502 tw: gunshot, blood, implied child abuse

“A child is not an invention, Howard!”

“Well I made him, so he belongs to me! You don’t get a say in how I raise my son!”

“But you’re not even the one raising him, Mr Jarvis is!”

Edwin Jarvis pulled a sniffling Anthony closer to his chest. Peggy Carter and Howard Stark hadn’t been seeing eye to eye of late, little Anthony being the cause, and though Edwin had plenty to say on the matter he decided to keep quiet. Partly because Ms Carter could handle herself and Mr Stark was his employer, but also because he needed to comfort Anthony.

Definitely not because he was intimidated by how they were arguing about him.

“You don’t run a multi-billion dollar company Peg, you don’t know how much I’ve got on my plate! Jarvis just helps to-”

“‘Helps?’ Jarvis just ‘helps?!’ Howard, you must be mad to not see that Jarvis doesn’t ‘just’ do anything! The man’s been working for you for god knows how many years because you’ve got him under some silly notion that he owes you something. You treat him like a slave-”

“Hey, I pay Jarvis huge-”

Peggy slammed her hands down onto the command table. 

“I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT MONEY-”

“If I may interrupt,” Edwin said meekly, causing the pair’s heads to snap towards him, “Ms Carter, I work for Mr Stark entirely of my own accord. And he doesn’t treat me unkindly.”

He hoped that only Ms Carter would understand what he was insinuating.

“And as far as I’m concerned, if I had my way I would spend every hour of every day with Master Anthony.”

Peggy sent him a look of pity, and it made Edwin uncomfortable. He was very happy in his position, and to have his best friend not support him was a very unwelcome feeling.

Howard seemed to pick up on the shared look between the Brits and he scowled.

“Jarvis, take Anthony home. I’ll make my own way back.” He instructed, turning his back on Peggy.

Peggy stared at Edwin intensely over Howard’s shoulder, as if daring him to obey Stark’s words like a dog obeys its master.

After meeting Peggy’s eye one last time, Edwin hung his head with a gulp. 

“Right away, Sir.”

Throwing her hands into the air, Peggy scoffed. 

As Edwin adjusted Anthony’s position in his arms and turned to leave, he heard his friend whisper something angrily to Howard, and Howard shouting in response. He tried to tune them out and sang softly to distract a frightened Anthony.

His singing tactic seemed to have worked because little Anthony was positively chirpy in the car journey back home. He’d begun to try and sing all by himself, and it warmed Edwin’s heart when he realised that he was trying to mimic Edwin’s own voice and song. And so, Edwin thought, it would be a crime not to join in.

They were halfway through their fourteenth time singing ‘Sing A Song Of Sixpence’ when Jarvis noticed the car tailing them.

He panicked and foolishly swerved into the first alleyway he could find.

“Why stop singy, Jaabis?” Anthony asked beside him.

(Whenever Edwin had to drive Anthony anywhere when Mr Stark was angry, he always fitted the car seat in the front so that he could sit beside him. It was usually a treat for both of them. Now, Edwin wished he could hide Anthony literally anywhere but the front seat.)

“No reason, Anthony.” Though it was already late and the lack of light in the alley he’d chosen made seeing difficult, the group of three men approaching was still distinct through the darkness. 

Trying to quench his own rising sense of panic, Edwin quietly unbuckled the boy and stroked his back. “We’re going to play a game now, alright?” He said as the closest man’s shadow fell over him, unable to prevent his voice from cracking with fear. “Stay as quiet as we can. Can you do that for me?”

Anthony nodded and placed a chubby finger over his lips. Despite the situation, Edwin smiled. 

Being a personal butler (and often chauffeur) to Howard Stark meant that Edwin Jarvis was not unfamiliar with being chased in the car and/or mugged. But usually it was when Howard was present, or at least when he was alone.

Never just him and Anthony. And unlike Mr Stark, Jarvis couldn’t brandish huge amounts of money to bribe assailants.

There was a rifle in the car. He was the one who put it there. But it was on Anthony’s side, and the men were close enough to see any move he made. It wasn’t worth the risk. If he acted defenceless, there was a chance the pair may get off better.

Better, but not completely unharmed.

And so Edwin panicked. He panicked as he continued to rub Anthony’s back soothingly. He panicked as he whispered words of reassurance.

He jumped when the driver’s window was smashed open. He screamed when the passenger window was smashed open, showering Anthony in glass, and a large pair of hands lifted him out.

“Get out.” The assailant on his side commanded, and Edwin did so without a word, his heart thumping dangerously heavily in his chest.

The second he was on his feet, he felt something cool and hard get sharply pressed in the small of his back. Again, he wasn’t unfamiliar to the sensation of having the barrel of a gun attached to him.

On the other side, the second man was holding Anthony in a way that was restraining his tiny limbs. The third man had a gun pointed at him from a distance.

“We’ve got simple demands, butler.” The first man snarled behind him. “Talk to your boss. Tell him you need help. We’ll handle the rest.”

Now, here’s the odd thing.

In normal (literally all other) circumstances, Edwin wouldn’t have wasted a second obeying and begging Stark for help. He’d done that exact thing many times before.

But that time wasn’t normal. In that instance, he happened to be staring a wailing Anthony in the face as he was twisted and bruised by their captors. And for some reason, it was only that time that Edwin remembered his military training.

And suddenly, his instinct was telling him to do a very stupid thing that would almost certainly get himself killed. His instinct had never done that before.

Edwin did it anyway.

Having the height advantage, he threw himself backwards onto his personal assailant who was caught off guard. The gun hurt when he landed on it, but that sensation of pain helped him to immediately roll over and snatch it. It then took him only a few seconds to orientate himself and get himself onto his knees, where he could shoot the man holding his child without harming Anthony himself.

And so he took the shot. It met its mark and the man stumbled backwards, releasing a shocked Anthony. Edwin had a millisecond to sigh with relief before he quickly aimed at the third assailant and pulled the trigger.

Two shots rang out.

The assailant fell to the ground. Edwin did too.

“JAABIS!” Anthony screamed, rushing to his side and gently slapping his cheek to check if he was alright in his own, innocent way.

It took at least five seconds (it felt like longer) for Edwin to feel any pain. When he did, he realised he now had a hole in his left shoulder. Oh.

“Jaabis! Jaabis, y-you oh-tay?”

Surprisingly, he felt fine. In excruciating pain, yes, but not panicky anymore. That was very odd, considering he’d just been shot, but the important thing was that Anthony was safe.

But why had he done that?

“Uh oh, bwood! Jaabis, bwood! Bwood!”

Edwin coughed and gritted his teeth. “I know, I know.” He outstretched his right arm towards the child. “Come here.”

Anthony waddled towards him, his big brown eyes wide with shock and worry. He wrapped his tiny hands around Edwin’s index finger and squeezed it.

“W-Would you like to do me a favour?”

It was a phrase that he’d often use when working around the mansion. Since Anthony toddled around to follow him anyway, he’d ask the boy to help with the easiest of tasks. That way, he was hoping to prevent him from becoming a stereotypical selfish rich boy and instead into a kind-hearted one with at least some sort of sense of responsibility.

And Anthony, bless him, always said yes.

Through his tears (oh no, he was crying) Anthony nodded bravely. “Oh-tay.”

Edwin tried to hide his agony and smiled. “I’m going to need you to go towards that bright lamppost over there and call for help as loud as you can. Can you do that for me?”

Anthony nodded and immediately began to run over towards the light and main road.

“Hewp!” He yelled. “Pwease hewp! Bwood! My dada needs hewp!”

For a brief second, Edwin lost all sense of pain as he registered Anthony’s words.

So that’s why he did it.

[luccislegs]

Henlo Lunacifer, it is I again, that despicable damsel from your circle of hell. Could I pwease request HCs of Lucci, Kaku, Icebabie, Paulie, and Mihawk baking with their S/O? Thank you so much queen, and have a lovely day 🖤

henlo melon~

iceburg:

He’s…not much of a help. He does make it fun though. He’s honestly a childish goofball and is more likely to start food fights in the kitchen than he is to actually help you bake.

On the other hand, if it’s something he really wants to try, then he does ask you if he can help. He gives the most adorable puppy dog eyes and it’s an instant yes. He’s a very messy cook but he’s enthusiastic, so you can’t be too mad.

He’s also the type to lick the spoon clean with raw brownie batter or to eat chunks of cookie dough raw. Also will steal things off the rack when it’s still cooling, and has had his hand smacked with a spoon numerous times over it. Also prone to feeding Tyrannosaurus bits, even though sweets aren’t exactly good for mice…

Iceburg isn’t always a total dork in the kitchen though. He’s just a very playful partner. If he’s feeling more relaxed though, it’s such a pleasant experience. Just you and him, mixing ingredients and chatting about anything that comes to mind, the soft sounds of utensils on metal or knives hitting the cutting board. When you’ve got everything in the oven, you’ll sit at the kitchen island and continue to chat, heedless of time until the timer goes off again.

kaku:

You don’t even have to ask Kaku if he wants to bake. If he happens upon you already baking, then he’s in. He isn’t as bad as Iceburg about getting playful, but he’s definitely prone to scooping up a bit of chocolate icing on his finger and swiping it across your cheek. You’ll laugh and return it, and he’ll pin you to the counter and kiss you between giggles.

If you plan to bake while he’s there, though, you had better make sure you ask him or he gets all pouty about it. He enjoys doing the relaxing tasks with you, and it’s a 50/50 split on whether you’re talking quietly or doing it in silence. If he’s just gotten back from a mission, he’ll usually tell you about it, while you tell him what it’s been like since he’s been gone.

He finds baking cathartic and a good bonding experience with you. There’s no expectations and he’s good at it, so he very rarely has to worry about it turning out poorly. His favorite thing to do is bring home recipes for you from wherever you’ve been, and the two of you will test them out until you make the perfect batch. 

He is better at stealing from the cooling rack than Iceburg is and it can lead to playful fighting and yelling in the kitchen, leaving you breathless as you chase him around the counters calling him a thief.

lucci:

Lucci is surprisingly into it. In typical Lucci fashion, he doesn’t play around too much in the kitchen. When he first started helping you he was, but it slowly tapered off as he realized how relaxing it was. There’s no stress because he’s good at everything, and honestly, baking is one of the times when his softer side comes out. If he sees flour on your cheek, his fingers will gently brush your cheek, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he tells you how messy you are.

Speaking of messy, he’s very meticulous, more or less a perfectionist in his task. It’s ridiculous how good he is at a task he has no previous experience with, but that’s typical of Lucci. 

Like Kaku, after a while he starts bringing home recipes he finds he likes, and some that he thinks you would like, and says he’d like to try making them. As opposed to Kaku’s excitement, he’s relaxed and willing to do it without you, but secretly would prefer you help him (because at that point that’s what it is, you’re helping him not the other way around). He very much likes to hold you from behind as you’re trying to do tasks, his catlike need for attention only when he wants it coming to the forefront when he sees you so focused on anything but him.

paulie:

Baking is literally one of the only times he isn’t freaking out over your state of undress, or stressing about his gambling debts, or Iceburg’s health. He isn’t very good at it because he’s afraid of messing it up (which is really funny for one of the best foremen in Galley-La, but everyone has their hangups). But he’s very good at following directions and he’s better than he thinks he is.

He’s constantly looking for validation. Asking if he’s stirred it correctly, if the amounts are correct, if it’s evenly spread. Over time, he does start to gain confidence, but he’s always still worried about making a mess of what you’re trying to do. The best way to counteract this is to do it more often, making it fun.

He’s surprised the first time you smear cream cheese icing across his cheek, looking at you as if you’ve lost your mind. But you’re laughing at the look on his face and when you move to do it again, he grabs your wrist, pulling you close and asking just what you think you’re doing. It’s your turn to be surprised by his forwardness because he’s usually too flustered to be that close without prompting.

He doesn’t bring recipes home, but if he happens to see something that looks interesting he’ll ask if you know how to make it and, if you don’t, enjoys looking up how to do it and then trying them out with you. Those instances, he doesn’t worry about messing it up because you probably do too at least once until you figure out the right way to do it.

mihawk:

He’s the hardest to get to join you. You have to pretty much beg and pester him into doing it the first time, or catch him when he isn’t doing anything else. If you try and ask him just after coming home from a journey or in the middle of his glass of wine, he’s less likely to agree.

That being said, he’s very good at it. Which is unsurprising, really. He bakes with the same delicate precision he uses when he’s wielding his sword, and watching him is very relaxing. He’s even more quiet than Lucci, and there’s almost no playful mess making. He adores you, but he isn’t an expressive man and if he’s doing something like baking, he wants it to be a bonding experience.

That being said, if you do happen to smear icing across his face, he isn’t going to get upset. He’ll chuckle and call you a child, grabbing your wrist before you can do it again and pulling your close, lightly kissing you before turning to wipe his face off. If you persist, you can get him to punish you later, but not until the baking is done.

[esepoimipullula]

For the ship bingo, may I get uhhh... pete/trudy (because I lov them), italian!grandpa beagle/grandma duck (op your mind 😩👌🏻) and scrooge/brigitta (out of curiosity) pwease?

Oooh, thank you!! Those are some very good choices because I actually do have quite a few things to say about them. XD

Pete/Trudy:

It’s not quite an OTP, not in the sense that I crave more of it and I’m always ready to talk about it, but I love it and think it’s a very good ship. I know it sounds silly because she was literally made for him... but they’re really made for each other. They’re literal partner in crimes, a well-oiled team and even a battle couple where one’s strengths and peculiarities complement the other’s, and at the same time, they’re just two cute, silly romantics who give each other lovey-dovey nicknames. It might just be my love for villainous couples who genuinely love and care for each other talking here, but I think that’s an adorable dynamic. 

However, I am kind of picky about it. I remember reading some stories, years ago, where their domesticity was emphasized (which I did like) but the rest of their dynamic was... not that great. He thought she was a nag and she thought he was a boor, he didn’t care enough to remember dates and anniversaries and she was too demanding and uppity and had unreasonable expectations, he hated her cooking but couldn’t tell her that because she’d get angry and yell at him, there were jokes about her being fat or unladylike or both... sitcom married life, basically. I didn’t like that. I much prefer an expert thief Trudy who offers Pete some clever advice because they’re partners in work and in life and succeed or go down together, and a Pete who clearly loves her and likes being around her and cares about her opinions. Bonus points if they snark a bit at each other but like, mildly - not because they actually want to offend the other but because they’re generally snarky people. EXTRA bonus points if they use crime as a way to flirt or plot and execute crimes together like other people go on dates. I want them to have fun and make heart eyes at each other while robbing banks and whatnot. <3

My only exceptions are the Pete and Trudy in Wizards of Mickey and the ones in Cronache della Frontiera. Those are SO GOOD but it’s because of how lowkey or highkey fucked-up they are. And also because the Trudys in those universes are HOT. There, I said it. u.u 

I’m not the biggest WoM fan (the first seasons were pretty cool and had some really interesting concepts, but the ones that followed... eh) but seeing Trudy as a rugged, fabulous evil witch pirate, so sure of herself and competent, was super fun... just like her bickering and flirting with arrogant dark wizard Pete! 

When it comes to Cronache della Frontiera, where their relationship is Unhealthiness Central... oh, the shifting power dynamics! Badass established crime boss Trudy taking the inexpert, somewhat uncertain (and possibly younger?) newbie Pete in and being charmed by his cocky and determined attitude despite everything, finding out she does have a heart in the process, only for him to gradually become even darker than her and the driving force in their group! And the jealousy! The possessiveness! The love triangle that actually WORKS (at least for me, lol) because it’s not really a love triangle at all! The literal attempted murder! THAT is the problematic stuff I like to see, not some sexist trope about the old, fat (*eyeroll*) ball and chain!

Incidentally, WoM!Pete/Trudy and Cronache!Pete/Trudy are the reason I circled the “sexual” option. Thinking about Disney characters having sex might be weird, but those two couples? I’m 100% sure they FUCKED.

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Italian!Grandpa Beagle/Grandma Duck:

AAAAAAAAAAAAH, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! ;_______;

It all started with this story where the Beagle Boys and their Grandpa were arrested after a botched attempted at robbing the Quacktown post office and Grandma Duck took pity on them and offered to let them work off their sentence on her farm in hopes that they’d learn to be good citizens, and the boys slowly started to like honest work and having a kindly old lady around but old Grazia stubbornly clung to their traditional thieving ways despite his life having improved, too, so there was always this simmering tension between them. Or maybe it was the story where Grandma Duck got it in her head that there was actually some good in Grandpa Beagle and he liked her company so he tried not to steal around her, and the Beagles were like “wtf is happening” and Scrooge was outraged and kept trying to warn Elvira off that risky “””friendship””” (seh), and in the end he did steal something and she caught him except maybe it wasn’t really him and maybe she was unsure about their relationship and self-sabotaging by looking for any excuse to call it off and he didn’t like being with someone who didn’t trust him and/or couldn’t accept him as he was so they basically had a messy break up. Or maybe the one where everyone in Duckburg was literally brainwashed by their new phones except for them and Scrooge because ahahah old people hate technology, and they joined up in this badass old people heroic team to save the city, and Grandma and Grandpa had this nice little “oh, you’re pretty good at this!” “well, you’re not bad yourself!” moment while they took down the villains.

... okay, so I don’t really remember which one of these came first, but still, thanks to all of them I am DELIGHTED at the idea of this romance. I mean, they’re both smart, headstrong, driven, generally sensible, sometimes petty, pretty damn badass old people who believe very strongly in their own values? Except those values are pretty much opposite because she’s all about honesty and hard work and doing the right thing even when it’s difficult, but he takes pride in being a thief and wants to get rich by stealing? But then, they both care a lot about family and tradition? Except her family is fundamentally good if quirky and he literally encourages his to be ruthless criminals, and the traditions they care about reflect that? They’re basically foils, and the contrast and the similarities between them are both so strong... and so entertaining! 

And the soft old people romance! The possibilities for old-fashioned courting and quiet moments together just talking about their youth and the old days or about their families, the subtle but genuine compliments and expressions of affection, the rare but easy handholding and the heartfelt “I care about you”s...

I would DEFINITELY read fanfictions about them. But I think they would need to be either AUs (someone let them play a bickering couple in a parody or period story, PLEASE!) or, if set in regular Duckburg, either pre-relationship or mutual pining stuff. I’ve already seen them in a (sort of) romantic relationship in canon and it didn’t end well... and I honestly can’t see things ever ending any different. His nephews might come around and support them, especially if they liked her as a person and kind of came to see her as their grandma, too, like in that one story mentioned above, but I don’t think her family would. At least, not all of them, and especially NOT Scrooge, who’d do anything to keep them apart. Plus, unless he suddenly decided not to be a thief anymore or she decided to become a thief, too, - I can’t even tell WHICH option sounds more unlikely! - their differences would eventually drive them apart anyway. 

And that’s... kind of another thing I like about this ship, weirdly enough? The “it’s not unrequieted but it still can’t happen, and not because of any external pressure but because of who they are as people” angst. And the “I can’t be be with you because of who you are but I wouldn’t love you if you were anyone else” bittersweet angst/fluff combo. As the bingo square says, “it’s complicated.”

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Scrooge/Brigitta:

No offense to anyone who does like it... but I just don’t. I usually appreciate unrequieted ships for the angst, but here the obsessive aspect is a major turn-off for me. Especially in those stories where it’s portrayed as a positive thing, like an expression of True Love or a sign that Brigitta is a strong-willed person who just has to hold out a little longer or push a little harder before she finally gets the happy ending she deserves. Or in those stories where other characters suggest Scrooge is just playing hard to get. Or where he’s forced to endure a date with her as punishment for something. Or where he gets scolded for not agreeing to go out with her, rather than for treating her too rudely or taking advantage of her feelings to reach his goals. Just... let people not date people they don’t like that way, maybe?!

That’s not to say I don’t like Brigitta as a character. I do, I think she has potential, and I don’t like it when she gets the short end of the stick, either. Like when Scrooge uses her to get what he wants, or he treats her badly even if for once she’s not being the clingy, smothering person she usually is around him. 

I do like those rare moments where they get along and he’s nice to her because he wants to and not because he’s prompted by either guilt or pressure. But that’s not really enough to make me ship them. Like, I could see them as friends? Or as mentor and pupil or equal business partners, since she’s a businesswoman in her own right? Bur never as romantic partners.

I’d say I wouldn’t read fic about them, but I actually did, once. It was a sad story about Scrooge dying and Brigitta trying to rebuild her life without him when he had been her goal and purpose for so long, and it had hints of Scrooge/Goldie, but technically, it still counts. And I actually wouldn’t mind reading more stuff like that... with Brigitta learning to let go and live her own life for herself.

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Good can grow in the darkest places: (Request)

Prompt:  Would you consider doing a Loki one where Thor thinks Loki can help the Avengers solve something and they go and find him. When they get to his room Thor bursts in and starts talking to Loki. Next to him is Reader trying to sleep and she sits up and ask Thor if they can do this later because it’s like 1 in morning. Thor then had to explain that Reader is the reason why Loki is good. In the morning they are all shocked because of how different they are. Pwease?--zoemonster200

Note: Fluff, doubts from others

Words: 1630 

Requested by: @zoemonster200

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoyed! ^^ Tags are open if you wish to join any!!

“I hate to admit it. Like really hate to admit it, but this is out of my league.” Tony sighed angrily, setting down the Asgardian artifact. “Why not?” Steve asked, crossing his arms. “Uh did you not hear me Cap? I said it’s out of my league. I can’t decode this. If Thor can’t what chance do I have?” Tony resorted with a quirk of his eyebrow. “Well if you can’t then we can’t help Thor.” Steve said when Tony shrugged. “I guess we can’t then.” Tony said before Thor cleared his throat. “Perhaps my brother could translate. He knows more tongue than I. He is a very cunning man, he must learn languages so they may aid him in certain times.” Thor explained.  

“Why didn’t you ask him first?” Tony frowned. “Because you are my friends. I trust you.” He said as everyone nods. “Well sorry Big guy, but I can’t translate it, neither can Jarvis who knows a lot of languages himself.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. “So it would seem I require my brother’s help.” Thor nods as everyone nods with him. “Be careful Thor. Loki isn’t to be trusted just yet. I know he’s your brother, but he isn’t considered an ally just yet. What he might translate could possibly harm you, or worse kill you.” Steve explained as Thor frowns at him. “You truly think so ill of my own blood?” Thor asked. “Thor, he’s still the God of Mischief. He hasn’t proven himself.” Tony counters.

“If my brother were still trying to harm us I’m sure he’d have done it by now. It’s been a few months. Loki is not a very patient person.” Thor resorted before picking up the artifact as he storms back to his brother’s sleeping chambers. He threw open the doors to Loki’s bedroom as Loki immediately jolted into a sitting position with wide eyes. “Brother, I require your services for only a moment.” Thor said as Loki scrubbed a hand down his face before suddenly something beside him shifted as Thor’s eyes locked onto (Y/N), a teammate laying next to him. “Thor?” She asked, sitting up and running her fingers through her disheveled hair gently before frowning at him.

“I apologize Lady (Y/N), but I need my brother’s help.” He bowed in respect. “Thor, it’s almost two in the morning can’t this wait until tomorrow? We had a mission that really tired us out. Please, I promise Loki and I will both help you.” She said, placing a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Is it something that needs tended to now Brother?” Loki asked when Thor shook his head. “No, it can and shall wait until the morrow. I do apologize.” Thor sighed. “You have nothing to apologize for. You wanted my help for something, and in the morning I shall grant you your request.” Loki nods. “Thank you, rest well.” Thor then takes his leave before returning to the kitchen.

“Did he translate it?” Steve asked. “No, it is late. He has promised to do it in the morning.” Thor explained. “You really believe that?” Tony asked as they looked at him. “I do, because he’s changed. He has (Y/N) who has changed him. I know it. I see it I feel it. She is something… Something extraordinary.” Thor glances back to the hallway. “My brother is many things, but when he is with her… He isn’t the God of Mischief. He is simply Loki, and I believe that is all he has ever wanted.” Thor said as everyone grew quiet. “Come, you shall all see come the morrow.” Thor said before walking back to his own room with the artifact to keep it safe.

In the morning all the Avengers were up and at the table, waiting for Loki to come and translate the artifact in question as promised. “He’s gonna lie to you Thor.” Clint mumbled. “He shall not lie. Not when he is with Lady (Y/N). She knows when he is lying.” Thor said with an angered huff. “You were the ones who told me to turn to my brother. Allow him to help me before you lay judgement on him.” He growled when a few minutes later (Y/N) and Loki came out of the bedroom. “Now, where is this artifact you need my help with?” Loki asked with an easy smile spread across his face as Thor slid it over to him when the others stared at him intensely.

“Do you know the language brother?” Thor asked when Loki nods as his smile disappears. “It’s Jotun… the Language of the Frost Giants.” He sighed when (Y/N) placed a hand onto his shoulder. “You can do it my love.” She whispered softly to him as he looked to her with a gentle smile before he looked down to the artifact. “It must have belonged to my father.” Loki’s voice grew quiet. “Well that doesn’t make it yours.” Tony said, sitting up straighter as Loki glared to Tony. “First of all dear Anthony, I never spoke once of it being mine and Second, even if it was giving to me. I want nothing to do with him.” Loki responded as (Y/N) gripped his shoulder gently.

“Tony, stop. You know that this is a touchy subject for him.” (Y/N) snipped as everyone looked to her. “Now who looks like they need to calm down.” Loki murmured playfully as she looks down with a smile. “Sorry.” She whispered. “Don’t fret, you have nothing to apologize for and neither does Anthony, who I can assure I don’t want the artifact, because it’s describing battle tactics from the war between Asgardians and the Jotun people.” Loki said, looking at Thor. “Is that really what it says?” Thor asked, leaning across the table when Loki pointed to some writing. “It describes a tall blonde haired man with the powers of lightning through a hammer.” Loki said.

“How did it get to Asgard?” Thor asked when Loki shrugged. “Someone might have found it on one of their travels. There is endless possibilities of how it got there. However, it is best if you get it back to Asgard. If Laufeyson should found out that there is artifacts of his doing on Midgard he’ll tear this rock apart and kill anything and everything until he finds it.” Loki leaned back in his chair before crossing his arms. “Why should we believe him?” Clint asked. “Because I’m the only Jotun you know and I am trying to change for you people. Seeing as you don’t even try to believe me.” Loki huffed, standing up. “Heed my warning brother. Return it to Odin.” He said.

“I believe you.” Steve said as everyone looked to him. “I can see what Thor meant last night. I believe that what Loki has said is true.” He nods to Loki who nods back. “Why Odin?” Tony asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Because it tells how to kill the All-Father.” Loki tilted his head. “And you know if I truly wanted to kill him I’d lie about it.” He said before anyone could use that against him. “You...You really have changed.” Tony mumbled, blinking in shock. “I really should thank (Y/N) for such a drastic change.” Loki looks to her as she looks around the table. “Thank you dear Brother. I shall take the information you have given me and take it to Odin.” Thor nods.

“Be careful Dear brother. With that artifact in your possession you are at risk of danger. Do not trust anyone after you leave here. You have a tendency of being too naive about things. You try to look for good when there is none.” Loki whispered, placing his hand on Thor’s bicep. “I did the same for you when you gave me nothing but evil.” Thor said, effectively shutting Loki up for a moment. “That’s different. Because no matter how much I said I hated you, I couldn’t.” Loki huffed quietly. “If you are that concerned you and Lady (Y/N) should travel with me.” Thor suggested. “And put (Y/N)’s life in danger? Would you take Lady Jane if you were in my shoes?” Loki asked.

“No.” Thor said, frowning. “I shall join you in your travels, but (Y/N) remains on Midgard where she is safest. I shall take her to Asgard, but when I am ready to do so.” Loki explained as the other Avengers watched when he explained how much (Y/N)’s life meant to him. It surprised them because Loki was even concerned with Thor’s life while agreeing to go with him without a second thought and even called him brother. “Alright, I’ll admit it. We’ve misjudged you Loki.” Tony shifts as if it makes him uncomfortable to say that. “So don’t make me regret it.” He counters. “How charming.” Loki comments before chuckling as (Y/N) smiles.

“Come on, I’ll make you breakfast.” (Y/N) went to stand up when Loki stopped her. “Let me make breakfast for you.” He said before going into the kitchen as they watched him. “I told you that he has changed.” Thor declared with a triumphant grin. “So it would seem.” Natasha said, eyeing at (Y/N) who was smiling as she watched him. “Thanks to you and (Y/N).” She said as (Y/N) blinks before her face heats up. “I didn’t do anything.” She mumbled when Steve sat up. “You and Thor believed in him when no one else did. I guess Good can grow in the darkest place.” He said as they nod in agreement. “I hope he stays that way.” Tony looks to (Y/N), smiling. For she was the one who made the good grow in him.  

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