#weird girl and mister whiskers

[existenceisaconcept]

Movements and pussy slip.

[13as07]

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(Jiraiya)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to kokodraws01]

Requested by: Myself

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Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 4.517

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Non-romantic one-shot; more fatherly one-shot vibes

This is 100% word vomit so I’m sorry

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I can feel my fingers going numb as I cling to the vest of the Anbu that's been babysitting me the past couple of days. They hate when I call it babysitting but it's what they've been doing. "Kid, loosen your grip," my makeshift nanny says, trying to force my grip loose. I do as I'm told, loosening my hold a bit so my knuckles are no longer white.

      I keep a hold on them though, following behind them blindly as we weave around the Hokage's palace. I don't know why I'm here. All I've been told is Lord Third wants me to meet someone. It's probably another shabby attempt at adoption.

     Ever since Lord Fourth died, I along with his baby have been left alone in the world. I've seen the baby a few times. He's the cutest little bean in the world. Chucks of blonde hair on his head, cute little whiskers imprinted on his face, and the chubbiest cheeks I've ever seen. I think his name is Naruto but I'm not too sure about that either. I'm not too sure about anything.

     I can't tell if I'm looking into it too much or not but I'm pretty sure Lord Third has been purposely keeping me away for Minato's and Kushina's baby. I think the Lord is worried I'll get too attached to the baby. After all, Kushina and her husband took me in after my father's death during the war. That technically makes me the bean's family I suppose.

Maybe the Lord is right for keeping Naruto and me apart. He has to have his reasonings for it. I know the little bean has the Nine-Tail locked up in him, just like his mother did. Maybe that's why the Kage is so worried about Naruto getting attached to me, or me to him.

From my thoughts consuming my attention, I don't notice Mr - or Ms - Nanny has stopped, which causes me to bump into them. "I'm sorry," I murmur, getting sharp eyes cast down at me. Not the best reaction but better than a lecture.

"Remember your manners," Nanny says, glaring at me for another second before opening the door in front of us.

     The command is a mix of my mouth with the Hokage and said attitude scaring off the people who were 'considering taking me in'. I have a bad - ego-humbling - habit of reminding Lord Third that he's not Minato, among other things. I think Kushina would be proud of me. Maybe that's why the Kage doesn't want me around her son.

"Y/N," Nanny's voice husks out, a warning in their tone as they tug the door half open, eyes peering down at me again. Maybe Nanny is a mister.

     "Yes, Nanny," I mumble, pushing past them and walking through the doorway.

     "I am not your nanny!" They call a bit huffy as they follow behind. "I am a high-ranked Shinobi of our village! I am not a nanny!"

I let my eyes roll at their tantrum, a bit of a smile tugging at my lips. Who knew it would be so easy to break the ego of an anbu?

"Y/N!" Lord Third calls, his fake chirp to it.

"Third," I mumble, doing a half curtsey. It might make me a bad person but I can't stop wishing Lord Third died instead of Minato. Maybe he knows that and that's why he doesn't want me near the baby.

     "Jiraiya, this is the girl I was telling you about," the Lord says, turning his attention away from me.

     I perk up a bit from the name. I've heard a bit about the frog-themed sage; most notably from Minato. Kushina talked about him a bit but most of the time she just called him a pervert.

The old man looks exactly as Minato described him; red strips down his face and fluffy wolf-like white hair. He's a weird-looking man.

"Is this another attempt of you pushing off your responsibilities?" I ask before I can stop myself. I can feel the anbu's glare from here. So much for watching my manners.

A string of coughs comes from the Kage before he clears his throat. "No, no, no. Of course not. I'm just-"

"Sick of me? You know, when Minato couldn't handle my attitude he'd go for a walk. He didn't pawn me off to the nearest person." Maybe I am just being difficult.

The room goes silent as a lovely staring contest starts. Anbu glaring at me. I try not to let the regret of my words sit on my face as I look at the Hokage. Lord Third looking at me with wide eyes and a fish mouth as he struggles with his words. Lastly, Frog Man flipping between Third and me.

"As I was saying," the Lord finally pushes out, his attention turning away from me again. "Minato's student has seemed to inherit his wife's... personality." The word is painfully obvious to be a cover-up. It makes a happy smirk sit on my face. Kushina would be proud... I think. "On the plus side, it seems she did inherit Minato's drive for service too."

"Ya, no," I cut off, my previous smirk falling off my face. "I'm not willing to die for this village, much less you." I take it back, I'm not being difficult. Lord Third is a jerk and I just happen to treat him as one.

Once again silence falls over the room with stares filling it up. "So..." the white-haired man starts, "your S.O.S message was for this brat?" He asks, thumb pointed at me.

     "I'm not a brat!" I bark back, arms crossing over my chest as I glare at the frog.

     "Yes, you are."

     "No, I'm not."

     "Well, I've never met a not-brat that so openly insults the Hokage."

     "Well I've never met a Hokage that pushes off his responsibilities to the point that his co-worker dies," I hiss out, teeth clenched hard enough that ripples of pain circle around my jaw.

     A gasp falls from the anbu posted up at the door. The gasp is quickly followed by a deep, exhausted sigh from the old man behind the desk. "Y/N," Kage says slowly, eyes snapping closed and another sigh spilling from him. "I... please wait outside."

     "And if I don't?"

     "Out-" Lord Third yells before softening his tone, "-side, please."

     I let my eyes slit, nails digging into my arms as I stare at the sorry excuse for a leader. "Don't be mad at me because Minato was a better Hokage in his short rein than you've been for the past handful of decades."

     Lord Third's face scrunches up, his knuckles bumping against his desk a couple of times before he opens his eyes. "Please wait outside," he repeats, tone even and cold. I hit a nerve with that insult. Good, he deserves it. If Lord Third has no haters left, just know I'm buried six feet under.

     I glare at the village leader for another beat before turning away. I waste no time weaseling out the door, anbu glare hot on heels.

     I hate my nanny, I hate Lord Third, I hate the frog man, and I hate Minato for dying. How could he die? How could he leave Naruto with so much responsibility at the very start of his life? How could he leave his son alone in this world? How could he leave me all alone?

     The tile of the floor is cold as I sink to it. My knees bump against my chest as I curl myself up into a small, hatred-filled ball. How much trouble would I get into for swinging on Lord Third?

     The thought scares me a bit. I know the Shinobi life is filled with a lot of violence, a lot of sadness, a lot of death, but how could I have a thought like that? How could I so quickly jump to violence? Especially against a fellow Shinobi? The Hokage none-the-less?

     The anger in my chest quickly bubbles over to sadness. I hate this month. It's the worst month of my whole life.

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     That was... interesting. Sarutobi-Sensei wasn't kidding when he said the kid has the 'personality' of Kushina.

     My eyes trail after the girl as she sulks out of the room, her anger filtering out with her. I've heard very little about her; nothing more than passing comments when my path would cross Minato's. Despite the small comments, he seemed quite proud of her. Well, she and Kakashi. All of his students, actually. Those two are the only ones still alive though.

     "Okay, I get why the message was an S.O.S. but what do you expect me to do about... that?" I ask, turning my attention back to my Sensei.

     It's hard to notice, but after all my years serving under him, I can pinpoint the proof of anger and sadness on his face. The little kunoichi mercilessly went cutthroat for the Lord. I will say, that was pretty ballsy of her. Not many - if any - Shinobi would be willing to insult the Kage to his face. Much less, such a young ninja.

     "I don't know," my sensei finally says, tone soft and eyes pushed closed again. "I am just worried that..." another sigh is pushed out his nose. "Orochimaru has been spotted with the recent death of Lord Fourth. I cannot help but wonder if it has something to do with the... loss the village is grieving."

     The small speech rolls around my head, not-so-good connections being made. "You think it has something to do with the kid - kids Minato left behind?"

     "Well, we already know Orochimaru has a vendetta against Kakashi. I would not put it past him to go against Kakashi again. Or try to go after Naruto... or Y/N." Silence fills the space between us, Lord Third thinking over his next words. "I have faith that Kakashi would have the... means to deny any 'quick to power' situation Orochimaru would try to offer or to hold his own against him again if need be. Y/N... is filled with anger and hatred for me. My past student isn't above using that as a manipulation tactic."

     I hate to admit it but that's the same conclusion I came to. I can't help but see it as a waste though. Is protecting this single student worth so much effort? Wouldn't my time be better spent doing literally anything else? "My Lord-"

     "Just think about it Jiraiya. Get to know the girl. If you decide you're not willing to take her on, I'll..."

     "You'll what?" I push slightly, my eyes turning back to the door.

     "I'll have to pull her as a Shinobi. I cannot take the risk of Orochimaru having such an easy target. Even if my worse fears don't happen, I can't have a Shinobi with unchecked anger."

     My eyes glance back to my sensei before settling on the exit again. This seems like a whole bunch of not my problem.

     The room is filled with the sound of the Kage moving his chair and the soft sound of him sitting down. "It would be such a shame to lose her as a Shinobi. She might be a bit hot-headed, but she sure does possess your student's loyalty and spirit."

     The words sting a bit, to the point I can understand the Kunoichi's rush to anger. I've done a good job avoiding the acknowledgment of Minato's death. I've done an even better job at refusing to process it.

     "What's to come of his son?" I ask, using it as an excuse to further push the dread out of my thoughts.

     "I'll take care of him for now. Naruto... will have a difficult life. One that I'm sure will lead him to you sooner or later. But, for now, Naruto does not need your guidance, Y/N does."

     The bundled-up guilt trip doesn't work as well as I'm sure my sensei wishes it would. It still seems like a waste of time. You can have as much loyalty and spirit as you want but it won't make you a good or useful Shinobi.

     "Give it a week Jiraiya. Get to know the girl how you wish, but at least give her a chance before you chalk her up as a dead end."

     That guilt trip didn't work either. At the very least, I was given an order so I'll obey it. I don't know what my sensei thinks a week will change. A short-tempered, anger-riddled Shinobi has no place as an active-duty ninja. She would serve the village much better after being pulled from the Shinobi rankings.

"As you wish," I mumble before following the kunoichi's previous path. Sometimes I don't know what goes through my Sensei's head.

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What a waste of time is all I can think of as I walk down one of the roads of the village. The Lord has insisted I visit the village nursery to 'at least meet Naruto'. I don't have time for a student, let alone a baby. Despite that, I'm not one to deny an order. Which is why I'm huffily walking to the nursery with a pass gently tapping against my chest.

When the nursery comes into view, I'm a lot less mad about being ordered to make a stop. The two ladies at the desk are a sight for sore eyes, and my eyes are definitely sore. I take my time walking in front of the nursery, using this chance to soak in their beauty through the giant windows.

"Welcome in!" The blonde one says once the bell above the door rings. "Who are you here to pick up?"

"You, hopefully," I answer a little too eagerly.

That doesn't work how I want it to. Her cheery smile falls as the redhead behind the desk chuckles a little. "Don't pay the Sannin any mind," the redhead says, standing up and walking around the desk. She squeezes the blonde's shoulder and whispers something in her ear. Ms Blondie groans before walking away. I would be pretty upset with her leaving if the sight of her walking away wasn't so nice.

"Jiraiya," Ms Red-Head calls, pulling me from the beautiful curves of Ms Blondie. Again, I'm not too upset, the woman in front of me is nice to look at too. "My condolences for Lord Fourth," she says gently, face going soft with pity as she looks at me.

It's annoying having everyone in the village look at me like this. So what Minato died? It's part of the Shinobi life. Everybody knows that, including me. He died with honor, why would that upset me? I don't care about his death, he was just one of many students... maybe I care a little bit. Just a tad, if I care at all, which I don't.

"Thank you," I grumble, turning my focus away from the girl in front of me. All of a sudden she's not as beautiful as I thought she was.

Silence hangs in the air for a while before a screech is let out down the hallway. "What do you think you're doing?! You're making him upset! Give him back!" A voice calls anger and fear very evident in it.

     "Is someone trying to steal a kid?" I ask, sparing a glance at Ms Redhead again.

     She lets out a long, deep sigh before rubbing her temples. "No, Y/N gets a little... protective of Naruto when we try to separate them for any reason." The word any is stressed so heavily I almost feel bad for the nursery worker. It seems Minato's little kunoichi has been making problems for everyone.

     "Give him back!" The whine comes again. A door slamming cuts off her next sentence but that doesn’t stop her little rant. "You're upsetting Naruto!" She isn't wrong about that, Minato's kid is screaming his lungs out.

     The train wreck making its way down the hallway is a bit funny; the hot-headed Shinobi tugging on the worker as said worker tries to keep the baby out of reach. Kushina’s personality sure as hell is poking through.

“Fine! Take him!” The nursery worked says, her patience finally breaking.

Within seconds, the bundle of blanket and Minato’s legacy is pressed against Y/N’s chest, her hold soft but strong. Lulls and hums spill from her as she ogles over the baby, who does calm down.

My heart tings at the sight of stress evident on the older child’s face as she worries about Naruto. Sensei was right about Y/N being too attached. No, nope, I’m not getting attached now too. So what if Minato’s student stresses herself to death over his son? That’s not my problem. That’s her problem. Even if she is just a baby herself… a baby that lost another set of parents… which isn’t my problem. At all.

I turn on my heels, shoving the image of Y/N clinging to Naruto like a lifeline out of my head. I met Naruto, at least as well as Y/N will probably let me, so my assignment is complete. I tried, not my fault I failed.

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Between Sensei’s goose chase, villagers down my throat, and helping out with the smaller missions, I’ve had no time for my research.

Until today anyway. I managed to avoid Sensei so he couldn’t ‘accidentally’ guide me onto Y/N’s path. She’s getting suspicious that it’s not accidents anymore, so at least she has a bit of a brain behind her eyes.

I try not to let a smirk sit on my face as I walk into the bathhouse. The last thing I need is someone getting a bad feeling; I can’t get band from another hot spring. Especially one of the only mixed-gendered bathhouses still in the village. It saddens me a bit that it’s a swimsuit required spring but hey I’ll take a bathing suit and hot women over no women and nudity.

It was a blur, check-in, changing, and walking out to the spring. Not so much a blur now, but it is disappointing. There’s only one other person in the spring, their back facing me as I rinse off. Their head is tilted back, towel covers their face as most of them are dipped into the spring. Only the tops of their - bare - shoulders and random strains of hair are visible.

The person is tiny compared to me. Small frame, almost fragile looking. The idea of it being a child flickers through my head but is quickly ran off. It’s school hours so civilian children would be in class and the new shinobis should be busy with their sensei.

Once the water starts running cold, I turn it off and grab my towel. Even if there’s only one pretty lady to look at, I’m not letting my money go to waste. Plus, maybe they’ll be very pretty… or maybe it’s just a feminine guy.

I shake the idea out of my head as I approach the water. I take my time, tying my hair into a bun and looking over the other person. That is definitely a child, which makes me a pervert. Maybe Tsunade is right about my hormones getting the better of me. Once again, I shake my previous thoughts out of my head as my face scrunches up.

“Jiraiya, are you stalking me?” The hazy voice comes, sleep almost evident in it. What child is skipping out on their responsibilities to sleep at the hot springs?

“What?” I ask, arms dropping to my sides once my bun is set in place.

A pruning hand smoothly escapes the water, not even a ripple being made as it moves. I watch carefully as the little lady removes the towel from her face; being met with the features of an exhausted Y/N. What the hell? Is this some master plan of Sarutobi-Sensei?

“No,” I answer shortly, eyes jumping around her face. The stress is catching up to her, lines and dark circles already starting to form on her face. If Y/N keeps stressing herself out like this, her stress lines will be at Itachi’s level in no time.

The familiar ping is back. I hate to admit it but every time I’ve come across her, my heart has torn a bit more. I see Minato’s loyalty to the villagers, Kakashi’s kindness, Obito’s childishness, Rin’s undying love for everyone, and so many hardships. God damn it Sarutobi, why do you always have to be right? Just the thought of my sensei is pissing me off.

“Seems like it,” she mumbles, sliding her towel back over her face; this time only her eyes are covered.

“How’d you know it was me?” I ask, sparing her another glance before sinking into the water. I take my time, letting the water work around my muscles while making sure to keep space between myself and the child. The last thing I need is people calling me a pedo instead of a perv.

There’s a long hum before Y/N shifts some in the water, a bone or two creaking as she does so. “Before… everything, Minato started me on the basics of senjutsu. Mostly just sensing energies around me and such.”

Congrats Sensei, Minato is now at the top of my shit list. How could I leave this kid half trained on senjutsu? Especially with the threat of Orochimaru hanging in the air?

“I don’t think I’ve been around you enough for you to be able to pick out my chakra,” I push gently, hoping to find out how far her training had gone. Another hum but no answer follows it. Y/N is not going to let me have my way easily is she?

The space stays silent other than the natural noises of the spring. At that moment the girl across from me hasn’t moved, making me a bit worried she fell asleep. It’s not safe to sleep in a body of water, even if there is someone else around. She doesn’t trust me enough to sleep in such dangerous conditions… I don’t think.

When I go to move to check if Y/N is asleep, she finally breaks the silence. “You keep popping up because Lord Third is worried about Orochimaru, right? He’s worried if you don’t train me that I’ll turn to the snake sage to finish my training?”

I freeze in the middle of the spring, ripples stretching out without new ones following. “What makes you say that?” I ask carefully, eyes scanning the child in front of me. She’s covered in markings, bruises being the lesser and scares being the more decor. There’s a mix of scars, some still fresh and pink while others are a faded white color. Y/N definitely has put her time into the Shinobi world. Most notably the Nine-Tail attack that took her Sensei.

“I’m not dumb, Froggy Sage,” she hisses, head snapping up and towel being discarded from her face. “I know your fellow Sage didn’t like Minato and I’ve heard the whispers of him being sighted. If they’re true, Naruto, Kashi, or me are most likely his targets.”

I almost laugh at the nickname. I’ve never had someone call me Froggy before and I can’t tell if I like it or not. “Just, tell Lord Third to stop worrying. I have no interest in Orochimaru or any power trip he’ll try to manipulate me with. You can also let him know I won’t be mad at him forever too.”

My head spins with the thought of Y/N overhearing my conversation earlier this week. Does she mean it or is she just trying to play me?

I let my body sink back into the warm water, this time seated closer to the girl. “So… what’s the deal with Minato’s baby?” I’m getting tired of asking questions.

“He’s almost two months old so he doesn’t do much. He smiled for the first time the other day. The nursery says Naruto can hold up his head during tummy time now, which they say is good. I’m worried he’s a bit behind though. Keiko says I’m just anxious though.”

“Keiko?”

“The red-head you googled at the other day. She’s Naruto’s primary caregiver.”

I roll around Y/N’s answer for a second, even though that’s not what I meant. “What’s your deal with Naruto?”

Another hum, though this time the melody is different. “I just worry about him. I don’t want him to be alone in the world. Though, he has Lord Third and Kakashi too.”

“We will be traveling a lot so you’ll have to check your attachment.” What?! That’s the first answer that pops into my head? That’s what spills from my mouth?

I did not mean that. There is no ‘we’ just ‘me’. I travel a lot, Y/N stays here, in the village, with her anxious attachment to Minato’s son. How do I take that back? Do I say ‘just kidding’ and hope I get a minor reminder of Kushina’s anger issues?

“We?” Y/N asks, eyes sharp and guarded as she looks at me.

“Yes.”

No!

That is not the answer! The answer is no because there is no ‘we’. I do missions alone, I travel alone, and definitely do not travel with a child-aged girl. Do you know how much of a damper she’ll be on my women game? Or maybe she’ll help with it… no!

A huge smile cracks across her face, stress marks damping with her happiness. “You really mean it?”

“Yes.”

Maybe.

Her body loosens a bit as she moves closer, a good amount of space still between us but she’s still noticeably closer. “Is it pity training?” Y/N asks, a sad teasing tone to her words, and her smile all of a sudden seeming fake.

“No.”

The smile is back, huge, happy, and reaching her eyes this time. God damnit Minato, why did you have to have such skilled students? I can’t let their potential go to waste.

“This is going to be fun,” Y/N whispers to herself before crawling out of the hot springs. Her skin is a bit pink, making the faded scars stand out more.

“Yes,” I answer to myself, letting out a small huff. Why’d I let myself get attached? I don’t have time for a student, let alone the patience for one. And yet… I just signed myself up for the one that’s going to test my patience the most.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Froggy,” Y/N says, patting my bun before turning around to walk away.

“I don’t like that nickname! It’s not sticking!” I call after her.

“Yes, it is!” She calls back before the door cuts off our conversation.

Yes.

It’s going to stick because I could hear the smile in her voice as she said it. “Screw you,” I mumble to the sky, smile on my face as I say it. I can imagine Minato laughing his ass off at the situation he left for me, the situation I talked myself into. I guess Minato won’t be the only unofficial child I have anymore.

[firespirited]

Besides, cis folks get misgendered all the time. Wrong haircut, wrong clothes, smokers voice, different build, different cultural mannerisms.

"It's ma'am not sir" used to get you a "apologies ma'am"

Not a "how dare you not match my idea of what a man/woman should look/dress/sound like, how dare you demand i deny the subjective reality that I perceive you as one gender based on my cultural background?"

It's not woke, it's not political correctness: those have always been euphemisms for not treating people with the basic respect we all owe each other.

If someone says:

Don't call me boy.

It's mister green.

Not a girl.

It's MS grey now.

Woops I'm actually a lady

The correct response is "got it" or "my bad - how do you prefer to be addressed?"

It has been like this since we've travelled to other villages and found out that our bachelors wear braids but there it's their widows, pointy hat means male shepherd in ours but it means female herbalist in theirs: i mean they both had white whiskers a stong jawline and swore like sailors easy mistake but you apologized.

You're going to get decked while travelling sooner or later if you think long hair and a skirt or short hair flat chest and trousers means anything, let alone professions, gait, voice pitch.

Maybe you never left your segregated village: you're in a big town but you never leave your circle of neighbours, religious place, shops. The weird looking people on tv must be diversity hires. You don't know the amount of meds and treatments and garments your mother does to hide her receding hairline, different hair volume, mustache, different waistline, the compression stockings that take twenty minutes to put on and off instead of trousers and comfy shoes. Things you'll have to do because your "village" doesn't like to think about how gender varies. Your dad's been on T since 15. He giggles and sneezes "like a woman" because that's the only time he's not forcing his voice down. Maybe your village got real scared during lockdown when all the gender affirming hairdressers were unavailable. What a way to live.

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The library felt both cavernous and claustrophobic as Katara thought of the hundreds of pounds of sand above them. It had been lucky that Malina introduced them to Professor Zei, who she had met when they were students at Ba Sing Se University. It had been lucky that Toph was able to feel out the library, despite the sand rendering her truly blind for most of their trip. And it was lucky the weird fox showed up when it did.

But as they started over one crumbling walkway, Katara felt her stomach twist.

The stacks were massive and defied reason as they seemed to hover in empty space. Toph was quiet, only pausing to tap her feet everyone in a while and shake her head. Thuy, having found her group, clustered with the others and whispered among them. Out of all of them, only Mister Whiskers seemed unbothered.

Zuko led the way, holding out a flame.

At an intersection, they stopped at the wide platform and looked around. A breeze picked up and a massive shadow slammed down in front of them. A few of the young ones behind Katara yelped.

A large white face turned to them all and Katara almost lost her breakfast.

“Why have you trespassed in my library?” The titan of an owl asked.

“Wan Shi Tong!” Professor Zei exclaimed, rushing forward. “We’ve come seeking knowledge!”

“The last human I allowed in my library sought knowledge for the purpose of destruction. I will not abide such desecration. Speak your intentions and I will decide if you may enter.” Wan Shi Tong said. Katara’s stomach sank and she grabbed onto Zuko’s arm for support.

“I’m only tagging along since I can’t, you know, read.” Toph spoke up.

Wan Shi Tong tilted his head to a disturbing angle and Katara swallowed a lump in her throat.

“You okay?” Zuko whispered.

“Fine.” Katara hissed.

“We have texts in all forms, including the ones read with your,” Wan Shi Tong lifted his wings and flapped them gently. “Fingers.”

“Oh lit.” Toph said and Thuy groaned. “Then what do you have on metallurgy?”

“Why?” Wan Shi Tong questioned. “I have seen how your kind has weaponized even the meanest of elements in this world.”

“I just like being an asshole.” Toph stated with a shrug. “And I want to know how to make equipment more cold resistant.”

“Aw, Sifu.” Thuy said and Toph waved her away.

“Acceptable.” Wan Shi Tong said. “Now, the rest of you.”

“I am only here to seek as much knowledge as I can.” Professor Zei said.

“A lie.” Wan Shi Tong announced.

“Sorry bucko, but the nerd is telling the truth.” Toph interjected.

“And how do you know that, human?” Wan Shi Tong shot back.

“My bending. I can tell when someone is lying. And how many of those weird foxes you have in here.”

“How many?”

“Fifty-seven.”

“Seven? Ling got out again.” Wan Shi Tong muttered. He then ruffled his feathers and straightened. “Fine, but what of the rest of you?”

“The Avatar and I are looking for information about Energybending.” Katara said.

“The Avatar?” Wan Shi Tong flew past them, an eel of blackness, and coiled around Thuy. Forcing the others back, Wan Shi Tong loomed over her.

“Ah, I see. I am sad to hear of Aang’s passing. I was fond of him.” He announced.

“He did not tell me you were this scary.” Thuy rasped out. Wan Shi Tong’s head bobbled and he laughed.

“My apologies, Avatar.” He said.

“I know the rest of us just came along with Thuy,” Tashi said, grabbing Wan Shi Tong’s attention. “But since this is actually real, I would like to find stuff pre-Avatar Wan.”

“Wan.” Wan Shi Tong muttered.

“I do not need to hear anything further. I will leave you to my attendant, but be aware that I will know what you take. If I think you are attempting to abuse my library, I will sink the whole building with all of you in it.” He said and, before the group’s bewilderment could find a voice, launched himself upward.

“I am done with spirits.” Sokka muttered.

“Alright team, let's go.” Thuy said, trying to sound cheerful.

“I’m going with Toph.” Jae-hwan announced.

“Figures.” Toph said, pushing her student.

“I’d like to go too, if that’s okay.” Aktuk said.

“You’re not trailing after Thuy?” Jae-hwan mocked and Aktuk blushed.

“He’s got the leg you idiot.” Toph said, smacking the back of Jae-hwan’s head. “Of course he’s going with me.”

“If this place really has everything, I’m going for the poetry.” Sokka announced.

“Poetry?” Jae-hwan questioned.

“You know, if you put something other than dirt into that blockhead of yours, you might be a better Bender.” Toph said.

“He’s not a Bender!” Jae-hwan protested.

“And yet he will always kick your ass, dust bunny.” Toph said and then ruffled his hair, grinning.

“I’m not feeling well, so I think I’m going to stay here.” Suki said, sliding down the stone railing and pulling off her backpack.

“Mister Whiskers can stay with you.” Thuy stated.

“Thanks, hun.” Suki said and smiled.

“I’ll stay too.” Tashi spun his closed glider and sat near Suki, laying the apparatus across his lap.

The rest of them split up, following foxes that took them down separate walkways from the platform. Katara and her group were led to a large table to set up a sort of camp. Foxes brought lanterns or else escorted Thuy, Suzu, and Zula off to find books.

From their packs, they pulled out snacks and water, setting into the tomes and scrolls that the fox librarians pointed out for them.

Energybending was a theory Avatar Aang had explored. Airbenders were assumed to be more intune with the energy of the world, but Waterbenders had a stronger connection to spirits. Aang wondered if there was a connecting force after seeing how some Waterbender midwives were able to identify if an unborn child would be a Bender.

That, along with the concept of chi blocking, led him to believe that Bending ability could be locked and unlocked, even in people believed to be non-Benders.

Zuko was hoping to find something that would help him deal with his father. The recent coup attempt was backing him into a corner and neither he nor Katara wanted to see the man executed.

For hours they poured over books, while Katara sucked on various candies to help her nausea. They broke to eat and compare notes, but only Katara and Thuy could even begin to make sense of what was written. The Firebenders had a different connection to their bending.

“Wait, let me see if I understand this.” Thuy said, turning in her seat to face Katara. With a book open on the table, Thuy traced down the page with one finger while her other hand waved in front of Katara’s face.

“If the lines go from…” Thuy murmured, looking at the book for a moment before making the gestures in the air. She moved down Katara’s front and startled at her chest.

“Is that your heartbeat or your bending?” She asked.

“Probably heartbeat.” Katara said with a laugh. “The water chakra is lower down. And the Water Tribe thinks the chi is held in the bladder anyway.”

Thuy lowered her hands toward Katara’s lap and concentrated.

“I think I can feel it, but it’s weird.” Thuy said.

Alarmed, Katara looked back at Zuko for a moment.

“Weird?” She repeated, looking at Thuy, who was frowning at her hands.

“Maybe it’s me, but it feels similar to the energy around your heart.” She said. Then, shaking her head, she sat back. “I must not understand.”

Katara leaned over and looked at the book. Straightening in her seat, Katara made the same gestures over her lower abdomen.

It was a weird feeling and she frowned as well.

“What about me?” Thuy asked.

Katara turned and they face each other. Following the diagrams of the book, Katara scanned over Thuy’s body. There was a strong energy in every major point, but a lot of it was centered at her lower abdomen. She was a native Waterbender afterall.

“Try us.” Suzu offered. Thuy stood and went to her friends while Katara turned and faced Zuko.

With the same scan, Katara could feel the energy in his stomach, right where it was supposed to be. With her bloodbending tied to her waterbending, Katara could feel his pulse and knew the difference. What she had felt inside of herself was, foreign.

“You’re worried.” Zuko stated.

“I just don’t know what I was feeling. I get that I wouldn’t have the same thing as Thuy, but even her’s made sense.” Katara said and rubbed her forehead.

“Suzu and Zula feel really similar.” Thuy stated. “And it confused me for a second too.”

“But I’m-” Katara stopped and the blood drained from her face. Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Not two people.”

“What?” Zuko asked, his voice strained.

“I think I’m pregnant.” Katara said and met his eye.

Zuko blinked and then started laughing. He grabbed her, hugging her as they sat and Katara felt tears in her eyes.

“Pregnant?” Thuy shrieked.

“Baby?” Suzu asked as she inhaled a sharp breath.

“So is that why you and Suki have been trying not to puke up your guts all week?” Zula asked.

Suzu whirled on her sister.

“BABIES?” She demanded.

“Katara, this explains so much.” Zuko said, sitting back and pushing her hair back from her face.

“Like what?” She asked.

“Why you’ve been glowing.” He said.

“Hush.” Katara sniffed and wiped her running nose on a napkin. “Look, now that I know it’s not the flu, we really need to focus on this.”

“I can literally not focus on anything else but the fact that you are PREGNANT.” Thuy said.

“Blazes.” Katara groaned, laying her head on the table. With a smile, she placed a hand on her stomach.

Behind her, Thuy and Suzu started hopping around in celebration while Zuko rubbed circles on her back.

“Can you tell if it’s a boy or girl?” Suzu gasped.

“Why would you seriously ask that question of me?” Thuy asked. “Me?”

“Maybe it’s like chi, Thuy, and not parts. Did you ever think of that? Huh?” Suzu retorted.

“You both are giving me a headache.” Zula stated.

“I love you.” Zuko whispered.

Katara sat up and he kissed her quickly.

“Can we figure out how to deal with your dad now?” She asked.

“We might not need to. I’m pretty sure when he finds out he’s going to be a grandfather, he’ll have a heart attack.” Zuko said.

Katara snorted.

“Still.” She said.

“Fine. I can’t deny you anything now.”

“Like you could before?”

Zuko smiled and kissed her again.

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[kiwi-buns]

Good Girl (M)

Baekhyun’s Pet Masterlist

Summary: After all, despite him being my sugar daddy, and me having to be there when he needs me, sometimes I wanted him to be there for me because he wanted to, not when it was convenient.

Genre (Rating): Fluff (M)

Length: 8.2k

It was about four in the afternoon, at least an hour and a half away from the time Baekhyun would be arriving home. Class was canceled, so I was at home all day, and there was nothing left for me to do. That was until I decided to create a fun project, or rather—mission for myself. 

Before Baekhyun starts to get busy again, I thought of something that would say: inspire him to clear his schedule for me. After all, despite him being my sugar daddy, and me having to be there when he needs me, sometimes I wanted him to be there for me because he wanted to, not when it was convenient.

Now, back to this mission. Baekhyun had told me once that he liked a girl who was able to try many new things in this 'relationship,' such as being adventurous. I didn't understand what he meant, so I asked him to explain. 

"Hmm, I don't know, just when you kind of do more than just expose your body in ways that you wouldn't in public. Or when you dress in your simple outfits."

"You don't like it when I dress simple, Daddy?"

"I didn't say—"

"You kinda did!"

"Woah, hey. I think simple is sexy, baby."

I chuckled mishieviously at the remembrance of when I teased Baekhyun, because he was so easily triggered. He didn't get genuinely mad or physical. His cheeks just flared a bright shade of pink, and that rarely happened. It only happens when I charm him or tease him. He's a grown man, but he needs that childish attitude thrown at him from time to time to maintain that youthful side of him—which I didn't assume was a notion until he actually told me so. Then, I made sure I teased him even more until he was commanding me to stop before I got punished.

"Anyway, you know how Daddy likes when you act really cute, right?"

"Cute? I don't act cute, I am cute!"

"If this, what you're doing, pouting and shouting at me is what you call cute, I would like to inform you that it's actually called being bratty. And yes, my mistake. Of course, you are cute, you know what I meant."

"Mm-hmm."

"Anyway, it's childish," he paused for a moment before he spoke the next words in a more quiet tone of voice, "but I sometimes imagine you dressed up like my little kitty." His tone was serious, so I refrained from laughing. That was until he started laughing to clear the awkward silence, and it was quite hysterical. 

I didn't ask him anymore questions after that, because he quickly changed the subject while scrolling through products on the screen of his laptop. He asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner, and I quickly forgot about it until now, when I was home alone with nothing to do, that it crossed my mind again. Now, I've created this master plan to try and impress Baekhyun. I asked his personal assistant to deliver the items I ordered to the front door. 

I heard a knock on the door and smiled, because I already knew who it was. I quickly skipped over to the door and swung it open, seeing that Baekhyun's assistant was holding two large bags in his hands. 

"Thank you, Mister!" I grabbed the bags from him, and as usual, he let out a soft chuckle when I somewhat rudely but unknowingly kicked the door closed once he was in the clear from getting smashed by it. I was just so excited to open the bags and reveal the contents of my master plan to step-by-step earn more of my daddy's attention.

I didn't feel the need to go extra expensive with the items, because after all, there's many places where you can snag a kitty costume from. I just looked up a store that was close by, sent a memo to Baekhyun's assistant, and had him deliver the listed items to the front door.

I danced over to the couch and bit my lip as I plopped down on the soft cushions with the bags looped around my fingers. I peeled them open and eyed the contents inside, dipping my hand in to lift a slightly hard object, and it had sharp ends that poked at my fingers a little. I lifted it out with my finger and stared at the headband, revealing two edge-rounded and triangular shapes sitting atop of it. Kitten ears. I believe I made a good choice after I can now see it in person. I took at least thirty minutes deciding between actual kitty ears or the ears themselves being made out of nothing but lace. I decided to choose the lace, because it was much more sexier.

I smiled and set the headband down beside me before digging into the bags again to pull out a lace bodice with a pair of garters attached to a hanger separate from it. The bodice had two pieces as well, but it seems that it was designed in a way to appear as one. The texture was smooth, and it had a somewhat silky feel when I pinched the fabric in between my fingers. A side of my lips itched upward. I was kind of nervous as to how exactly this would look on me. I knew my perfect size, but really, was I going to look right in this? I guess I'll have to find out myself.

I set the items down beside me and dug into the bag again, pulling out last but not least, a tail. I squealed and squeezed the long squishy object in my hand. I stroked my hand along it to feel the softness of it, and I even rubbed it on my cheek to see how it felt up against my skin there. My dirty mind got the best of me, and I felt heat rising to my cheeks at my own greasy thoughts, causing me to stop kneading the tail and set it down beside me. 

The last thing left was a collar and a bag full of makeup. I decided to buy neutral colors that would match with my costume, but also let my expression stick out to make myself look like a kitty. I thought of adding whiskers, but sometimes that can be too much. And what if Baekhyun turns into his puppyish self, erupting with licks and kisses before whimpering at the taste of a full face of makeup. No way. I'll keep it simple this time, because if Baekhyun really likes to see me dressed up as a kitty, things are going to get extremely spicy, and I can't risk anything—such as undeniable turn-offs.

I rose from the couch and threw away the plastic bags that I didn't need and went into our bedroom to change into my costume. After struggling to pull up certain tight ends on the outfit, I finally was able to stand up comfortably and look into the mirror at myself. I twirled my body around as I perked my ass up and arched my back while on my tippy toes to get a view of my ass in the reflecting glass. I gaped at myself and looked into my own eyes, shocked at how the lace seemed to hug—as well as expose my skin in ways more greater than expected. 

I snapped out of my self-ogling upon realizing that Baekhyun was going to be home soon. I decided not to wear the tail because I didn't feel the need to add it if I already loved the way the outfit looked on me. It would feel like too much, and it was kind of heavy too. 

I'm sure Baekhyun wouldn't mind.

I applied some glistening lipstick to my lips and winged my eyes with eyeliner, not too thick or too thin, and then I smoothed my baby hairs, curled my hair neatly, and wore my headdress. I snapped the collar around my neck. It was light, more like a choker, and easily removed with a small key that would be in Baekhyun's possession when he arrived home.

I tapped my upper lip just a little to smear more of the lipstick onto every inch of my mouth. Then, I placed my hand on my hip and posed in the mirror, once again scanning my body.

My smirk faded, because I couldn't help but realize how funny I looked. Did Baekhyun really like these kinds of things, or was he really just joking?

He's a grown man. I had to believe that he was definitely not going to like this. I wouldn't know. I've never been someone's baby girl before. Maybe a simple lace set would have done me more justice, because right now, I felt a little foolish in the mirror. Baekhyun did laugh about the thought of me being his little kitty, maybe because it was just a joke, and he did brush it off fairly quickly. I couldn't sense any nervousness in his gaze when he changed the subject, indicating it didn't really mean that much to him. Ugh, why did I even bother?

I turned off the bathroom light and stomped back into the living room, turning on the TV with a huge pout on my lips. My anger faded when I watched a few cartoons and K-Dramas.

I unconsciously fiddled with my outfit, rubbing the fabric in between my fingers before realizing that I was still wearing it! Baekhyun could be home any minute now.

I launched off the couch upon hearing a click and the front door open, grabbing a pillow to cover the exposed—or rather thin, lace-clad parts of my body. The pillow was only so big, so it didn't cover much. I tried to make my way out of the living room and toward the hallway until—

"Cupcake, I'm home!" Baekhyun chirped upon his entrance through the door. He tossed his keys somewhere on the kitchen island, took off his jacket, and started unbuttoning his dress shirt while kicking off his shoes.

I immediately stood frozen as I watched him undress. 

He paused his movements when his eyes travelled across the room and landed on me, seeing that I was standing there unmoving. I stared back at him silently, and I slowly took small steps side-by-side so that I could dash into the master bedroom to change into normal clothes and wipe off my makeup. The minute he arrived, I regretted my choice of clothing, or rather my lack of clothing. 

He frowned at my silence. Usually, I would run up and bear hug him around the waist, and he'd give me affectionate kisses on the crown of my head and massage my bum, but I was currently a few feet away from him and basically ignoring him. 

He quirked a brow at my weird behavior, and I watched as his pink and glistening tongue slid over lips to moisture and redden them. He held his bottom lip in between his teeth once his eyes travelled lower from my eyes and raked over my body, scanning the parts of my outfit that I failed to cover with the small pillow that I hugged to myself. I don't know why I attempted to hide. The cat ears above my head clearly indicated what exactly I was wearing, but I still timidly denied and hid behind the pillow. 

He looked back into my eyes and spoke. 

"What are you wearing?" He asked, trying to tilt his head to the side to see more of me, but I kept myself covered and continued taking steps closer to the hallway to get to the bedroom.

"N-Nothing," I stammered in a somewhat guilty, high-pitched, and not-at-all convincing tone of voice as I slowly and gradually grew farther from him. His eyes narrowed, and his posture broadened in a way that I would take as intimidation as he watched me attempting to circle the large room.

I could see his hands twitching at his sides and his jaw clenched while staring me down. I couldn't deny how much this rigid aura of his kind of turned me on. 

He moved, barely even taking a step as if he was hesitating to do so. Although it wasn't as nearly as efficient, I still flinched at that small, single motion and tried to move quicker.

He paused again.

"Where are you going?" He questioned with a quirked brow and a now more obvious, heated frown on his face. I whimpered inwardly at the sight and pursed my lips, feeling heat rising to my face underneath his scrutinizing gaze.

"U-Uh, just going to change." I pursed my lips again. "How was work?" I asked, trying to divert his attention elsewhere by changing the subject.

"Put the pillow down, love." He spoke softly, clearly not falling for anything I was playing at. Then, he started taking a few more steps closer.

I shook my head timidly and kept it held to my body.

I could hear him sigh out of defeat as he looked toward an empty space across the room. He lifted his hand up to his face to pinch of the bridge of his nose, and I felt relief that he didn't pressure me this time. 

I watched him closely. The silence between us in this spacious living room grew quiet and stretched for at least longer than a minute. 

Suddenly, his eyes shot back over to me with a drop of his hand, and I was met with his piercing gaze.

He unsuspectantly dashed behind the couch to advance toward me like a predator ravening after his prey.

I screamed and ran toward our bedroom, but he was faster and stood in front of the hallway, blocking the way. Without thinking, I threw the pillow at him to distract him as I ran back over to the couch, but he caught it and tossed it away, continuing his chase after me.

"Come here!" 

"Daddy, no!"

"Let me see you!"

"No!"

He chased me around the couch and we both stumbled, flinched, and jutted back and forth at each end of it because I was trying to find the perfect time to run for it, and he was trying to pursue and catch me before I could.

We circled the couch for the twentieth time, challenging each other, and I was quickly losing my energy.

"Baby, just come here. I'm too tired to keep chasing after you." Baekhyun sighed, his chest heaving up and down.

"Mm-mm." I stubbornly shook my head. The only sounds were our heavy breathing and the air conditioner blowing throughout the penthouse.

I looked behind me to see the tall windows of the living room showing the clear landscape of the surrounding skyscrapers and buildings, realizing that I was cornered—unless I wanted to jump out of the window into a helicopter to escape him.

Baekhyun smirked darkly when he took notice of my situation. I let out a low, frustrated whine as I stared at him with pleading eyes. His expression remained blank except for the hint of lust ingrained in his dark-brown globes. 

I pointed toward the kitchen, "fire!" and attempted to make a run for it past him. Baekhyun wasn't so easily distracted. His head only twisted around for a split second until he saw me dashing from his peripheral. He advanced toward me and grabbed me by the waist just as I was about to make it to the hallway, and he squeezed me in his arms, carrying me back over to the couch. I squirmed in his grasp, struggling to break free from his strong muscles hugging around me. 

He twirled me around to face him, and his fingers dug into my sides, causing me to yelp out in laughter. He grunted and lost his balance, and we both fell down on the couch together. My lower body was trapped underneath his weight while both of his hands were planted on each side of my waist, and his hips were pressing right on top of mine. I cried out at his heaviness resting on top of me.

"Daddy, stop! Please!" I covered my face with my hands, feeling that same heat—but multiplied, flowing to my cheeks. And I knew my half-dressed, kitty costumed body was on full display in front of him when I felt him shift his weight onto one of his hands so that he lifted up more and got a better view of me below him. 

"Why should I stop, huh?" He spoke humorously as his eyes feasted upon me, practically undressing me with them. "You're walking around like this and expect me not to take it as if you are provoking me? You were basically asking for it, doll. What's the meaning of this?" He reached his hand up in between us to squeeze my breast, and I yelped.

"Daddy, I'm embarrassed!" I whined. He stopped moving and his body became motionless in between my legs. I moved my fingers out of the way of my eyes to get a peek at his reaction, and I saw his brows furrowing and his smile fading, staring right into my own eyes, so I covered them again.

"What? Why are you embarrassed?" He asked, now sounding confused with my timidness. 

He realized that I wasn't going to respond, because I didn't want to admit how embarrassed I was in this attire. 

"Hey, hey." He reached one of his hands up to caress my hair, and then he grabbed my wrist to try and peel my hands away, but I whimpered and refused to let him. Even though he was strong enough to do anything he wanted to me, he knew that I didn't like it when he went against my smallest of wishes and overpowered me too much. He sighed.

"Princess..." He spoke affectionately, now with my tenderness than he had minutes ago. I remained hidden behind my hands yet listening to that hypnotizing tone of his voice. "Look at me."

I hesitated before I uncovered my eyes and swallowed, looking up into his as he hovered over me. 

"You know that Daddy never means to make you feel embarrassed, right?" He asked with now an immense amount of tenderness n his voice. 

I could see his pretty brown eyes glistening darkly as he raked them over my body before his gaze shifted back to look me directly in the eyes again. I nodded softly.

"I love your pretty face, your smooth skin and lips, your body..." He stretched his words slowly and in a sultry-like sing-song manner that I felt like my insides were melting along with my heatened up face and ears.

He continued, "Hell, I've seen and loved everything, why in God's name are you hiding it from me?" 

"B-Because," I said hesitantly, though I hadn't exactly thought up a logical reason yet. He'll just have to understand that I'm not very rational at times. "I don't know!"  I said with a whine and pouted, covering my face with my hands again. "I—I have never done this before. And I didn't want you to not like it," I finally admitted, shrinking down more into the cushiony sofa. 

"After months of being together and seeing each other at some of our worst times, you are still so insecure with me." What he said sounds about right, so I kept quiet.

"Is it because Daddy hasn't made time to play with you?" He asked, seeming to understand that this act of mine was an effort to grab his attention, which it did. 

I nodded, and I could feel the vibrations of his soft laughter bubbling against me after my response.

"Kitten, I would never not like anything you do. You look so fucking adorable. And gosh, you're so goddamned stubborn, you know that?"

"No, I'm not!" I said childishly and jutted my body upward only to be pushed back down into the soft pillows below me. I couldn't help but feel warmth rushing to my cheeks at him calling me "adorable." 

I reached my hands up to push at Baekhyun's chest, which earned me a scolding "yah!" He grabbed my wrists and held them in place until I calmed down. I stilled my actions and glared at him until he bit back a smile and let go of my wrists. I instinctly covered myself with my hands, and that made him frown when his perfect view of my perking breasts underneath the thin layer of my lace top were covered.

He hissed out, "Yah, are you trying to tease me?" I shook my head quickly to deny his claim. I wasn't sure how I looked in this silly costume lying underneath him, but the look on his face seemed to display a much different reaction to it than I had expected. 

"Why would you think I'm trying to tease you, Daddy?" I asked curiously, and Baekhyun licked his lips before responding.

"Because doll, you've just fulfilled one of my wildest fantasies, and now you're trying to hide it from me!"

I gaped at his exclamation, finally realizing that he didn't think of this as a joke at all. Baekhyun was so, so into me being dressed in kitty costumes, flaunting my assets in front of his very eyes like he was in a dream. In all honesty, I was still too shy to let him see me in this. Maybe I was a little less comfortable with this than he was. 

He sighed. "I always take care of you, don't I?" His voice became lower, and that tone was all too familiar. I nodded. "And now, you're teasing me because I didn't pay you any attention for the past week?" 

I shook my head at him, frowning at his assumption. "No, no! I wasn't trying to tease you, I just wanted to do something you liked to—"

"To get my attention." 

I nodded hesitantly as I stared up into Baekhyun's eyes. 

"So you made yourself uncomfortable by dressing up as a kitty. And even though you don't like it, you think Daddy will like it, so you don't care about your own feelings. Am I right?"

"No—" I paused my words upon seeing his intense stare on me. 

"Don't lie to me, doll." Baekhyun tilted his head at me and awaited my truthful response.

I sighed and nodded.

Baekhyun's face drooped into a frown even more as if he was expecting the opposite answer, and that made me feel bad.

"Baby, if it makes you uncomfortable, you shouldn't do it. Even if it makes Daddy very happy. I won't let you feel embarrassed. I told you this many times before when we discussed our rules, but you never listen."

I pouted and looked away from Baekhyun's eyes, feeling mine become a little watery. I just wanted to do something that would convince him to pay more attention to me, but it seems like he can read behind every one of my attempts and give me a lecture instead. "I'm sorry, Daddy." 

I pouted and turned my head to look to the side. I could feel Baekhyun's eyes on me for a moment longer before he sighed.

"It's okay, baby girl."  He gave me a soft and reassuring peck on the cheek before lifting himself off of me. "Go change. I'll order us some takeout." He sat up on the couch and grabbed the remote as he dug his other hand in his front pocket to fish out his phone. 

I sat up and looked at him to see his bottom lip jutting out as his eyes were glued to the bright screen of his phone and were no longer on me. So much for trying to gain more of his attention. 

I huffed and got off the couch and headed straight for the bedroom. I went into the closet and grabbed Baekhyun's striped dress-shirt and walked to the bathroom while unstrapping my collar. 

I turned on the light and paused as I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. I perked my posture once more to get a better view of myself, and I tilted my head and stared blankly for a moment. This wasn't as bad as I thought. Why did I feel so embarrassed? Is it because I didn't have a mirror in front of me to tell me what I looked like in that moment? Baekhyun was the only thing I needed to tell me that, but I only made him upset. He must think that I'm not capable of swimming into this fetish pool of his. He must have forgotten, my zodiac literally enables me with the ability to try new things. 

I decided to take things on a little differently. And that meant disobeying Baekhyun's orders. 

"Yes, just two will be fine." I heard Baekhyun's voice while he spoke to someone over the phone which I assumed was where he was ordering our food from. 

"Daddy," I called out to him as I approached the couch.

Baekhyun twisted his head around. He scrunched his brows upon not seeing me at first glance, but then his head twirled back around to the side of the couch where he saw me crawling over to him. Baekhyun's eyes widened when he saw me still tightly embraced within the fabric of my outfit and the kitty ears still sitting perfectly on top of my head. I watched him quickly roll his tongue over his drooping bottom lip as the darkness in his eyes increased.

"I thought I told you to go change," he said as he held the phone away from his ear, though I was also able to detect the uneasiness within his tone.

"I decided not to, Daddy." I crawled closer until I was in front of his legs, and I sat up on my knees with my hands planted at my sides as I stared up at him through fluttering lashes. 

"So you're not listening now?" He asked with lifted brows, and the darkness filling his eyes had gotten even more intense. The only thing holding him back was the phone call he still had to tend to. I nodded brightly at him which made him huff amusingly and shake his head, shooting me a glare that indicated I was in big, big trouble after he was finished with the call. So, I figured, why not provoke him even more?

I ran my hands along his thighs. He reacted by spreading them wider so that I could fit in between, continuing to work my ministrations in rough and gentle kneads. I bit my lip and tilted my head at him, taunting him with my expression as I heard a low and controlled groan exert from the back of his throat when my hands got higher. I massaged his upper thighs, untensing the muscles which I assume needed lots of care because of  the several hours he spent at work. 

"Mhm." He responded to the person on the other end of the call with his lips pursed and responses short. "Thank you." He huffed a relieved breath once he ended the call, and his eyes travelled to me quickly after he tossed his cell-phone somewhere on the couch. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing," I said with a small smile as I scooted closer with the provocative glare still lacing my features. 

"And you're still wearing..."

"Mm-hmm, I think I like it after all, Daddy."

Baekhyun's eyes squinted, and he continued to scrutinize me doubtfully. I had to assure him that I was comfortable and no longer embarrassed. 

"You're just saying that to make me feel better. It's not working, kitten."

"Oh, it's not?" I scrunched my brows mockingly as I tilted my head again and slid my hands up higher. That made Baekhyun shift in his seated position, sitting up higher so that my hands would slide to a more appropiate space along his thighs. I smirked and huffed amusingly with pursed lips, realizing that he was definitely affected. Instead of keeping my hands where they had fallen, I slid them up higher again and I squeezed Baekhyun's thighs, finding the both firm and softness of them tranquilizing. A shade of pink stained his cheeks for a short moment before it faded away and was replaced with a brooding darkness that made me cower inwardly. 

"You want to play?" He asked with newfound energy radiating off his figure and making me blink up nervously at him. I hesitantly nodded, this side once again being an off-guard thing for me to experience with Baekhyun. 

"Stand up, kitten." I quickly complied and released my grip on his thighs to stand in front of him. He looked up into my eyes darkly as he sat back comfortably to get a full view of me before him. I watched as his eyes travelled lower. He made sure to take his time with ogling at my body, tightly clad in this sexy outfit that made his features inflame by the second. "Turn around," he commanded with a small hand gesture, and I licked my lips out of nervous habit and twirled around.

Before I knew it, two large hands found each side of my hips, and I was pulled flush into Baekhyun's chest with my ass coming in direct contact with his crotch. I gasped out when I felt his hardness seeping through the slack layer of his pants. I could feel Baekhyun's breath blowing softly against my neck and increasing in pants whenever I accidently fidgeted against him.

"Mmm, you have no idea what you do to me, baby girl." His voice had more bass than usual, and it caused me to whimper against him. I felt a rolling heat burning throughout my body and slipping down to my core, and I began to slowly move my hips as if I couldn't help it. That made Baekhyun moan into my ear and slide his hands toward my front to spread my legs wider above his. He trickled his fingers to my inner thighs and pinched the flesh with rough and heated touches. Then, his hands came back up to grope my breasts with his tongue now rolling over the skin of my neck.

"You look so fucking cute and sexy at the same time." He spoke in a half-whisper, leaning his head to the side to kiss me softly. I felt his warm lips feathering against my neck, making the skin there feel moist and my senses tingled at the contact once his teeth collided with my flesh. I stretched my neck as the back of my head rested on his shoulder, and he appetized himself, sucking hard on that sensitive spot just below my jawline, leaving a deep-rooted bruise against it. 

"D-Daddy," I whimpered against him with my ass still rubbing against his crotch. Baekhyun groaned with his lips still attached to my neck, and his hands travelled from my breasts to my hips to stop them from moving.

"Slow down, baby, before you make Daddy cum in his pants."

I giggled breathlessly, "S-Sorry, daddy," though my hips continued to move. I wiggled my ass over his crotch more roughly which caused a low and airy grown to enter my ear. Baekhyun tightened his grip on my waist, and I could feel his stomach heaving up and down against my back with each stroke of my ass against the throbbing junior in his pants. 

"Fuck, you're having a hard time listening to me today, hmm?" Baekhyun growled as his fingers dug into my sides. "Do you want Daddy to fuck you? Is that it?" 

I bit my lip and nodded my head against him. "Use your words, kitten." 

"Y-Yes."

"What was that?" Baekhyun leaned into me, and I shivered upon feeling his soft breath fanning on my cheek. 

"Yes, Daddy."

"Hmm, I don't know... You don't sound like you want it that bad—"

"Daddy, please! Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me!" 

Baekhyun chuckled darkly into my ear and jerked his hips upward, and my mouth fell agape when I felt his hard member bumping directly into my clothed womanhood.

"Stand up," he commanded. I quickly stood up, because taking my time would mean it would take longer for Baekhyun to rid of both of our clothes and for him to fuck me. I turned around to face him, quickly working my hands on the ties of my bodice, but Baekhyun held his hand up to stop me. I paused my movements and widened my eyes at him. 

"Wanna be a good kitty for Daddy?" He asked, that same dark expression that made my insides twirl with heat and many other things along the lines of lust and thirst. I nodded at him with a large swallow, my demeanor displaying that I was more than willing to do anything that he wanted. 

"Dance for me. And undress while you do it." He wiggled a small remote in his hand, pressing his finger into a button that switched on some music. I looked back at the stereo and then back to Baekhyun with heat rushing to my face. 

"But Daddy," I whined, "I can't dance..." 

Baekhyun smiled darkly at me and shook his head, denying my claim. 

"I've seen you dance. Let's not forget the first night that I took you out," he reminded me of the time we went on a date to a club. We danced all night, and Baekhyun seemed to be so mesmerized by my moves.

"Remember?" He asked with a small smirk on his face when he noticed the side of my lips tugging upward. "Come on, baby. Don't be shy. Daddy just wants a little show," he said with a lick and bite of his bottom lip. Millions of words could not explain how much that turned me on. "Do the same things you did that night."

"What, like this?" I slid down into a squatting position and placed my hands on my knees, swaying my hips side to side to the rhythm of the music before bringing myself up slowly and running my hands along my hips.

Baekhyun shifted in his seat and watched silently, nodding shortly with his bottom lip held in between his teeth. 

I grinned and twirled around with my hands running down my legs until I reached my ankles and bent down with my ass in the air. I could see Baekhyun's eyes, unblinking and watching so intently at my spreaded legs in front of him. Next, my hands were attached to the lace holding my fit together. I held it in between my fingers as I slowly pulled it until it was completely loose. I stood up and turned back around to face Baekhyun and saw that his dilating eyes travelled from my ass to the split of my outfit to see the exposed skin underneath. 

I softly grazed my fingers along the opening and teasingly pulled it open, but not quite. Baekhyun released his bottom lip from his teeth and looked up into my eyes expectantly. I quirked a taunting brow at him and stepped closer until I was in between his legs. I bent over and firmly planted my hands on his thighs, massaging them because I knew it would make him even more aroused. Baekhyun eyes closed out of pleasure for a split second before he opened them again, landing them directly on my exposed cleavage.

I crawled onto his lap, and his hands found my waist to help me remain steadied. His hands slid underneath the floating fabric of my top and around to my ass, pinching and kneading the flesh so passionately in between his smooth, long fingers. 

I grinded my hips against his, and Baekhyun removed his hands from my ass to finish pulling at the lace of my top until it was no longer on my body. I was now topless with my breasts being held in Baekhyun's soft hands as he massaged the mounds and looked into my eyes before taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and tossed my head back, still moving my hips against him and matching the rhythm of the sensual music playing in the background. 

He groaned against my skin and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me back toward him after I arched my back. 

He released my nipple from his mouth and slid his hand to the back of my neck to hold me steady as he quickly slid the other to pull the crotch of my panties to the side. 

"So wet." His fingers grazed my slit lightly, causing me to mewl before he teased a digit at my entrance. 

"Daddy..." I moaned as my head attempted to fall onto his shoulder, but his grip on the back of my neck was so firm that I couldn't. He did this so that he could watch my face contort into pleasure as he slid his finger deeper inside of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned his name through heavy breaths. He added another finger to my hole and started pumping his fingers in and out with an increase in his speed at the most perfect rhythm. 

I felt like I was going to come with each thrust of his fingers pushing in and out of my contracting walls. 

Suddenly, his fingers left my heat, and I moaned out louder at the teasing. 

Baekhyun's hold on my neck tightened as he pushed me down onto the sofa beside him, now maneuvering himself in between my legs as he swiftly slid his shirt off his body. His hands began working quickly on the belt buckle of his pants. I bit my lip and grabbed at the hem of my panties to slide them down, watching Baekhyun's expression darken immensely at the wetness pooling at my entrance and waiting desperate to be met with his throbbing cock inside of it. 

He helped me slide my panties off, tossing them somewhere in the living room. I rested my head on the arm of the chair and watched as Baekhyun grabbed his hardness in his hand and inched himself closer.  I replaced his hand with mine and began stroking him passionately. Baekhyun moaned and his head dropped, hair dangling in front of me as he watch my hand move up and down along his shaft, milking precum from the tip with ease using my thumb before I brought his head to my entrance. 

Baekhyun's eyes stayed glued between us as he watched me pull him inside. He pushed his hips forward to assist in sheathing his entire length inside of me, earning a squeal followed by a moan to exert from my lips. 

Baekhyun let out a moan as he dropped his head into my neck with one of his hands sliding to the back of my neck again to hold onto my hair and pull my head back so that he had as much access as he needed to slide his tongue along my skin. "Aaah..." he hissed out into my ear as he pulled his hips back and thrusted back inside of me. I tightened my legs around his waist at the immediate friction, but Baekhyun grabbed my leg with his other hand and lifted it above his hip, pressing it against the couch so that I wouldn't wrap my legs around him. He proceeded with his light thrusts, getting rougher in intervals as soft groans floated from his lips and into my ear. 

"D-Daddy... Baekhyun..." I breathed heavily with my eyes squeezed shut when I felt his tip bump into my g-spot, causing my hips to jolt upward only to earn another deep thrust of his cock to keep himself inside. 

Baekhyun kept his hand hooked at the back of my knee. This gave him the opportunity to sharply piston his hips into my spreaded womanhood, causing my body to slide up the couch. He gave another deep thrust until his cock was far deeper inside than before. I felt Baekhyun's hips stuttering as he continued to thrust in and out of my wetness, and  I clenched my walls around his throbbing length. He moaned loudly and began thrusting even harder, chasing his release as he felt his dick being milked by the suction of my tight walls taking it in such a welcoming manner. 

He sweetly whispered his warning into my ear before he finally sped up his pace, and I clenched myself around him even harder when I felt heat rushing down to my center and my insides twirling to indicate that my body was quickly reaching its climax. Baekhyun groaned at my contracting walls and lifted himself up on strong legs to snap his hips into mine. 

I attempted to wrap my legs around his waist when I came, but he let go of my neck and grabbed both of my legs with his hands hooked underneath the backs of my knees as he lifted them higher until my knees were almost touching my shoulders. 

He reached to rub his thumb against my throbbing clit, edging me on as loud moans escaped my mouth through stifled breaths. The wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of my wetness was like music to my ears. 

His thumb continued to play with my clit, rubbing faster and harder, causing my insides to spin wildly. 

"Is this what you wanted? You like when Daddy fucks you like this?" He asked in a bold tone before he gave another rough thrust down into my wetness, and I tried to find the perfect gust of air in my throat to respond, but the look in his eyes was driving me crazy, and the way he was slamming his hips down into mine cut off my ability to think straight.

"Y-Yes, Daddy!"

I looked up at him through hooded lids and saw his darkening stare remain intently on our connected parts as he watched himself push deeper inside of me. My legs began to tremble around his waist, and I had no strength to tighten them when my climax was about to arrive.

I moaned out loudly when his cock positioned perfectly and his tip dug right into my g-spot, launching my climax into overdrive. And before I knew it, I was cumming again. His hips were slapping into mine as he continued pushing harder. He bit his lip and watched me once again unravel beneath his sweaty body, his thickness pushing harder and faster to overstimulate my orgasm. 

Baekhyun and I's moans filled the room, overreaching the music playing as his rapid thrusts got slower but remained thorough, and I felt his body drop down on top of mine with a release of my legs. I tightened my shaking legs around his waist and clenched my pussy around his twitching shaft as hard as I could which earned a low groan to blow against my neck along with his teeth digging into my skin. I winced and clenched myself around him again. 

With a few more sharp and lengthy thrusts, I felt Baekhyun's hot cum filling me and coating my insides in the sticky moisture. 

Our movements came to a stand-still, and I groaned at Baekhyun's weight on top of me. He dug his hand underneath me and wrapped his arm around my waist to twirl us around until I was lying on top of his chest with his cock still buried deep inside of me. I could feel the warm liquid slid past my folds and down onto his shaft, and I continued to clench around his spent member to milk the rest of what's left inside of him out. 

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and both of our heads shot up to look at it. Baekhyun groaned and reached behind me to grip my ass cheeks in his large palms. 

He tapped my bum softly. "That's our food, come on, up up." I attempted to lift my weak legs off him, mewling at the feeling of his cock leaving my walls along with the mixture of our sexual fluids sliding from inside of me. Baekhyun sat up with me in his lap and grabbed my chin to give me a quick kiss on the lips before helping me shift off of him. "Good girl."

He pulled his pants up and ruffled his hair as he approached the front door to open it. 

"Ah, thank you," he said to whoever delivered the food and the front door was closed again. I sat up slowly as Baekhyun approached the couch and sat down beside me with bags of food placed on the coffee table in front. He grabbed the stereo's remote and turned off the music, replacing it with the increasing volume of television as he switched on something to watch. 

He turned his head and eyed my weakened stature and smirked at me with an unreadable expression to complement it before he started pulling out small plastic containers with food inside of them. 

"Come on, kitten." He tapped a spot beside him, and I scooted closer and laid my head on his shoulder as he peeled the lids off the containers with chopsticks in his hand. 

He dug the utensil into a container of noodles and tasted it before he held it in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed the warm food, chewing and swallowing as Baekhyun watched me closely. He made sure to give me a bite every other time that he took one. 

I watched the TV silently, but I couldn't help but notice that there were a set of eyes constantly on me. I turned my head a little to see Baekhyun holding up a piece of chicken in between his chopsticks, and I licked my lips before leaning forward to take it, but he pulled the food back. 

I gave him a betrayed look, and he chuckled softly at me. "Here," he said as he opened his mouth to make me do the same and I took the piece of chicken into my mouth. 

I could still feel him staring at me, and it made heat rush to my face. I got fed up with it because he would miss all of the good parts on the TV show because he was too busy staring at me. I quickly turned my head to look at him which made his eyes widen.

"Daddy, what?" I asked, looking up at him with a serious glare. He smiled and reached up to pinch my cheek. 

"You just look really hot. All fucked out but still wearing those cute kitten ears." His words were sinful, but the smile on his face was so innocent that I couldn't even get mad about it. My cheeks felt warm and I quickly turned my head back to the TV, causing Baekhyun to chuckle lightly at me before continuing to munch of his food. 

After a while, I got too full to eat anymore, so I laid down on the couch with my head resting on Baekhyun's lap. He had his feet crossed and up on top of the coffee table with his back resting comfortably on the back of the chair. This has been the most relaxed we have ever been together when he came home. I snuggled up into him more and smiled to myself at my Daddy's warmth. Baekhyun rested his hand on my upper back while his other hand continued to eat food. 

We were like this: watching TV and giggling from time to time, teasing each other during scary parts, and much more before the exhaustion from earlier finally washed over us and we both fell asleep sprawled out on the couch. 

It was only a few hours until I felt Baekhyun lifting me off the couch to carry me into our bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and cleaned me off with a damp rag and pat me dry with a towel before helping me wear something more comfortable to sleep in. 

I said his name, and he hummed softly in response as he crawled into bed and pulled the blankets over the both of us before bringing himself closer to me to wrap his arm around my waist so that there was no space in between us. I was barely awake, but I whispered something that made Baekhyun's body tense up beside me, and his grip around my waist loosened.

I didn't care much for it because I was too drowsy to notice, and then I fell back asleep. 

[unadventurousjulie]

Team Septic Shock’s extensive master post of children’s shows

The following list is the result of the team’s nostalgia trip earlier tonight (and it took me 30 minutes to type this out, so you better apprecciate it)

Reading rainbow - Read between the Lions - CyberChase - Fetch with Ruff Ruffman - Legends of the hidden temple - Lloyd in space - Harold and the purple crayon - Dare - Guts - The American dragon Jake Long - Dragontales - Word world - Mickey Mouse club house - Sideways stories of Wayside School - Catdog - Arthur - Hey Arnold - Courage the cowardly dog - Maya and Miguel - Rollie pollie Ollie - PB and J - Recess - Johnny Bravo - Proud family - Wacky racers - Perils of Penelope Pitstop - Powerpuff girls - Dexters laboratory - Smurfs - Snorks - Scooby Doo - Teen Titans - Martha speaks - Power Rangers - Bear in the big blue house - Clifford the big red dog - Jem - Charlie and Lola - Max and Ruby - Chalkzone - Foster’s home for imaginary friends - Ed Edd n Eddy - Invader Zim - The grim adventures of Billy and Mandy - Kim Possible - Phil of the future - That’s so Raven - Drake and Josh - ICarly - Wizards of Waverly Place - Suite life of Zack and Cody - Totally Spies - My teenager’s a robot - Robot boy - Tom and Jerry - Moomin - Pokémon - Code lyoko - Codename: kids next door - All that - 64 Zoo Lane - Dino squad - The land before time - Tai chi chasers - Mister maker - Beyblade - Bakugan - Yo gabba gabba - Big time rush - Spy kids - Shark boy and lava girl - Jimmy Neutron - Fairy odd parents - Danny Phantom - Spongebob - Digimon - Cory in the house - Wonderpets - Life with Derek - Buzz on maggie - Talespin - Koala brothers - Jojo’s circus - Brandy and Mr. Whiskers - Imagination movers - Noah’s Island - Zaboomafoo - Lazy town - Blue’s clues - Barney - The Wiggles - Teletubbies - Goof troop - DuckTales - House of Mouse - Aladdin - The Little Mermaid - The Animals of Farthing Wood - The secret of Kells - Sesame Street - Sesame Station - Fraggle Rock - Winnie the Pooh -Gummy Bears - Care Bears - JJ the jet plane - Thomas the Tank Engine - Bratz - Animaniacs - Tiny Toon Adventures - Baby Looney Tunes - Stanley - Chip and Dale - Franklin - Hannah Montana - Oswald - Caillou - Rugrats - Doug - Rocket Power - The wild Thornberrys - All grown up - Angry beavers - Real monsters - Kablam - Action League Now - Mighty B - Rocko’s modern life - Hi-5 - Camp Lazlo - Lilo and Stitch - The Emperor’s new school - Static shock - Xiaolin showdown - My gym partner’s a monkey - The Magic School Bus - Dora the Explorer - Go Diego Go - 6teen - Dave the Barbarian - Krypto the Super Dog - Angelina Ballerina - Puffy Yumi - Kick Buttowski - Bob the Builder - Postman Pat - As told by Ginger - Fireman Sam

(I apologise for the weird format. This was the only way tumblr would let me post the entire list)

@septicshitpost @butterlover328 @starlightcrystalgem @a-lil-freakin-nerd @septiceyeandstuff @sunnyicebomb @sigma-time-lord @dabthesinaway @chocolatefrogcollector @kyerriosideblog @jaysflight

[solacivm-blog]

@datebushi // continued

It wasn’t like she is any better. She has whiskers, on her face. Isn’t it weird for a little girl to have whiskers? She thought she was weird at first, but at the same time her brother and father also have whiskers.

She thought the other person looked pretty , and even prettier with the flower crown that she just made several minutes earlier. 

She thought his ears and tails are very fluffy. It’s cute!! It’s like she is seeing her uncle’s dog in a human form! 

“No! A surprise attack from Himawari will be more painful!” she grinned as she locked her blue eyes into his. “ Mister, look! You’re so pretty!”