#baby bat inbox

[the-littlest-wayne]

Pssst, hey kid

You wanna raise an orphaned moose calf?

...........I'll ask Father.

@officialbruciewayne Father, may I?

[squidsinatrentchcoat443]

Umumumumumumumumumumumummmm....... Licodust (licorice x stardust cuki) stimboarf.. smiles.. with candy.. bats eyelashes.. please...

Hehe I love it when I can tell who’s asking me to make a board :)

Licodust stimboard with candy, stars, and bats!

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[cat-mammy]

uhm uhm richie lipschitz age re bord with uhmmm stars/sparkles nd cozy them e? pleas!!!

-🦭🦇🦊

Of course pumpkin!<33

[babybatssassin]

i am having trouble finding old threads so...like for a inbox thing or a starter???

[emberglowfox]

'baby creamy oil' cucumber lotion keeps mosquitos off and away so well.

thank u for the suggestion i will note this down

[eyeknowmayhem]

Amaryllis and Hibiscus - for Wingnut !!

Botanical headcanons - accepting!

Amaryllis: what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in? how do they express that pride?

Wingnut tends to be more humble compared to her other siblings, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have things she’s proud of- and that she knows she’s good at. Lots of old technology and mechanical bits and bops she’s well familiar in. She’s the one who figures out everyone’s modded Minecraft!! And- of course, does mantience on her own arms. She’s even been working on and off on upgrading them- just a matter of lack of parts. Most of the time shes confident enough to use said tech to help out, if someone asks for it. If that means she has to fix the toaster for the 10th time this month well- she’s happy to help.

Hibiscus:  how does your muse view the gentler, daintier things in life? as things worth preserving and caring for ,  or things only bound to wither and disappear?

Oh she absolutely does. Wingnut’s the type to pick up worms from the sidewalk and put them in the dirt. She carries bugs back outside. She has an entire ice cube tray she dedicates to seedlings she’ll find (but realistically leatherhead’s helping. She’s not the most attentive, even if she means well.) and Y’know. I think she’s just a very sentimental person. Someone gives her a dandelion from the sidewalk and it’s pressed between one of her books 4ever and ever. Softhearted kind of gal.

[witherby]

Oooo would Little Wayne be homeschooled to begin with? At least for the first few years of school until everyone is comfortable with them spending hours away- how do you think their first time having a sleepover at a friends would go?

Also I suggest some nicknames!! Maybe Alfred would call them Flittermouse (old English slang for bats because of the noise their wings makes) and that could be shortened to Mouse cause of how quiet they can be sometimes

Or maybe Dick calls them Pup cause baby bats are pups

Or or Sun/Light related nicknames cause that’s very cute

I very much love little Wayne au omg

-🪼

Hi! All excellent questions, thank you so much!!

I think Damian's overprotectiveness would lead to him convincing Bruce to do homeschooling for at least pre-school and kindergarten age. Eventually Bruce would win Damian over by insisting that you deserved to socialize with children in your age group and learn to make friends and develop interests outside of the manor.

Now, you are a Wayne, so you will be sent off to first grade with a bodyguard — perhaps one dressed as a TA if the school insists on exercising a little subtlety — but Bruce isn't stupid not to understand the risks Damian brought up, which is why he allowed preliminary homeschooling to begin with.

I think your first sleepover would be just fine! Your brothers would conduct a very thorough background check on your friend's parents and then patrol the area several nights beforehand, but after assuring your safety, you'd be free to go hang out and play games and do all the normal sleepover things you'd want! They'd try their best not to hover — you deserve to live as normal of a life as possible.

I LOVE THOSE NICKNAMES! FLITTERMOUSE IS SO CUTE AHHHH

I personally like it a lot, but I'm gonna put your options up to another vote! If there are other nickname ideas, my inbox is always open, so don't hesitate to tell me!

[shy-writer-999]

are there any character you think would get hot and bothered by a good spar with their s/o? how do you think think they’d act once they get worked up in that manner?

hmmmm... Zoro and Shanks are my answers right off the bat, but I could also imagine this with Ace, Kid, Smoker, and Law (if he felt like humoring someone enough to spar with them). I’ll sketch out some (nsfw) thoughts w/Zoro and Shanks—see below the cut! No anatomy mentioned, but for Shanks’s portion there are pet names, among them, princess. also thanks for putting this in my inbox it was such a treat to think about! (✿˘ω˘)˘ε˘˶ )

Zoro (✿˵ ꒡3꒡˵)

He’s amused that anyone thinks they’d be able to match his speed enough to spar

When you get into it though, he’s surprised because he underestimated you

He didn’t expect you to be as much of a challenge as you are, and your brains work in such different ways that your next move is often unpredictable, haki aside. You keep him on his toes

What starts getting him hot and bothered is seeing you work up a sweat. Your panting and heaving breaths remind him of how you sound in bed, and it starts to make his mind wander. He observes how lithely you parry, how gorgeous you are with a flush over your cheeks

You catch him off guard because his mind is elsewhere, and when he blocks your sword, your faces are inches away from each other

The intense and serious eye contact you hold with him when the sparring sessions get heated starts to get him really worked up

Zoro wants to finish the sparring session, but he wants to fuck you too—he does a mental balancing act about which of these should come first

He blocks one of your lunges so forcefully that your sword goes flying, and then he chucks his off to the side and basically pounces on you (you saw that coming a mile away); he’d want to make out and get handsy, then he’d pick you up and fuck you senseless

Zoro is partial to grunting and groaning out whatever comes to mind when he’s buried deep inside, along the lines of “it's so fuckin’ hot when you fight me," "you're so pretty when you're violent, I might just let you land a blow next time," and “I wanted to fuck you the whole time”, etc.

Shanks (´ ᴗ｀✿)

Shanks loooveeessss any chance he can get to spar with you

Seeing how good you are at it turns him on

He just loves someone who is good at what they do and who throws themselves into it passionately

When you spar, you’re both having a great time—you exchange banter, smiles, cheeky side-eyes, and some mild trash talking

Even with the banter, he’ll sweet talk you the whole time

His hair looks so good as he dodges and parries your advances. He’ll push his hair back from his face with one hand as he effortlessly dodges your blows

When you almost get him, he says something like “What, can’t you try any harder than that, angel?” or “almost had me that time, princess”

Shanks pays special attention to how your eyes flutter, how you’re perspiring, how your chest moves up and down with each breath—he admires your beauty and gets so distracted that you actually manage to pin him. Your sword is at his throat, and he breaks out into a grin. He'd say something like "you look even more gorgeous than usual holding a sword at my throat, baby" or "shit, sweetheart, be careful where you put that thing”

When you’re both tuckered out and sheathe your swords, he’ll pull you tight by your waist unexpectedly, or he’ll grab a handful of your ass as you walk away.

“Done already, sugar? Don’t you want to continue our session inside?”

He’ll pull you into sloppy kisses and when he’s feeling spicy, he’ll either carry you off to the shower or just fuck you right there on the spot. While his cock is in you, he'd call you sweet names and praise you. He'd be a fan of telling you that he's "never seen someone so gorgeous wield a sword" and that "you got me so worked up, it's only fair that I return the favor"

[quandledlngle69]

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AAYYYYYYY PAPPIIIIIII GOOD FOOD GOOD FOOD GOOD FOOD U MAKE FOR MEEE😝😝😝😝😝😝😝

anyways guys im here you invade ur inbox again like ur writing is the prefect mix of suggestive but also loving and i luurrrvvvvv itttt

but anyways gorjeous im here for uhhhhmmmm a shidou x reader where uhhhhhh shidou finally finds someone who can match his freak like uhhhhhh reader is freaky like him but doesnt finish on the field yk cuz thats highkey crazy uhhmmmm and he js follows her like a puppy all of a sudden bc hes never met anyone thats like him like that so hes js in awe and its really cute and yeah THANK YEW PAPIII👅👅👅👅👅👅

・. ★ wassup beautiful.ᐟ (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) i hope your having a good day when you read this i love writing for shidou and im glad you love my type of writing aaaa also um might as well say a little announcement before i make a official one but i'll be making a really girly hyper!fem side blog as like a thanks for when i hit 200 followers :3 (which is very close) so thank all of you ahhh and anon i love you never stop feeding me requests >.<

☆ CONTENT: general fluff, how you and shidou act towards eachother, how your the only one who match shidous freak and doesn't shun him for how he is. shidou acting like he's hurt so reader babys him at the end. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: implied fem!reader, kissing, mention of love-making at the end, shidou being head over heels for reader, shidou doing everything reader does, mentions of hot stoves, burning, blisters, and injury. if i missed any lmk. ☆ W.C. 0.7K

Shidou Ryusei is a complete, utter loverboy.

most people would appreciate that aspect, but most people don't appreciate his overly flamboyant personality or unapologetically bold look. he was too much, and it agitated uptight people. even with the obstacles of just being his natural, sparkling self, he never watered himself down for anyone, and they could choke for all he cared.

that was the cycle before he met you.

his sweetheart, his sugar–cube, his pookie, his darling, his babe–

for the lack of better terms, you matched his freak ten fold.

you never seemed freaked out by him, you never seemed weirded out by his strange or overly sexual words or jokes, even throwing in your own every now and again. you never stopped his excited rants, always batting those pretty long lashes at him, sweetly nodding along, eyes boring into his soul as an extra assurance you were paying attention, hanging off every word.

sometimes he would just call your name, and not say anything else, just lean a inch away from your face and stare. while most people would be annoyed or weirded out, you knew exactly what he was doing. you would prop your arms on whatever surface was nearest; your chin in your palms, a sweet dopey smile on your lips, staring back. eye contact was intimate to shidou, and you would never tell him, but you enjoyed picking out every speck of colour in his pink iris's.

anything you bought, he bought. any clothes you bought, he brought the same in his size. any makeup you bought, he was using. any skincare you bought, he was using. (which you actually scolded him for because they are soooo expensive so you brought him his own gift set.) even perfume, he doesn't give a shit if its 'pink bubblegum', it's your scent and he wants everything to do with you.

his teammates even noticed how he followed you around, a looming hunched figure with his hands in his pockets; almost like a lost puppy of some sort. he didn't even join his teammates when they celebrated his goal's or a goal in general, only jogging over to the stands, climbing over so he can give you a downright sloppy kiss, for the whole world to see.

he's your nirvana, and vise versa. you were the opposite of embarrassed by him–you showed him off to everyone you knew. your friends, your family, hell, it was like glorified word vomit the way you spoke about each other. your family surprisingly to him, loved him, (your younger cousins especially adored him) and his grandma was thankful her grandson had found someone like you, who never teared him down.

but he can be a little shit sometimes.

you were sat on the couch, laptop on your armchair; absorbed in your thesis essay that needed to be submitted by the next hour, and you were still roughly a thousand words short. shidou was presumably messing around in the kitchen, before you hear a loud hiss of pain, and you bolt upright, nearly tripping over your own feet. your eyes flicker to the angry–red top of the stove, immediately concluding he had burnt himself. you didn't wait any time grabbing his hand that was cradled in his chest, putting it over the sink, fumbling with the tap before cold water shot out.

the next two minutes are you rambling about how concerned you are–what if its a second degree burn? he would have to go to the hospital for sure. maybe there's burn cream in the cabinet. you remember buying it the last time you accidentally splashed scalding hot water on yourself. hopefully it doesn't blister to bad–

"–damn, you really do love me huh?" shidou's amused voice snaps you out of your mumbling trace, and you pout your glossy lips at him.

"of course i love you ryu–" you suddenly pause mid sentence. he's grinning, and you know that type of grin from a mile away–

you abruptly pulled his hand from out of the water, checking over it, palm and back, just to see no sign of injury. nothing. no redness, forming blisters, or swelling...your eye twitched. this whole time he faked being hurt because he knew you would baby him.

you shoved him away irritably as he cackled–but it was more of a attempt if anything, hands only meeting with hard muscle that wouldn't budge. so you instead settled on punching his arm. he doesn't seem fazed, his hands reaching up to squish your cheeks together like you were a naive child.

"aww that all ya got? c'mon, hit me harder doll."

that whole thing may have ended in a play fight and maybe a smidgen of love–making, but you took that as his apology for scaring you like that.

only you matched the Shidou Ryusei's freak, physically, emotionally and in spirit.

he wouldn't trade it for anything else.

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

・. ★ Credits for divider.ᐟ; @.strangergraphics

[bunnyboyjuice]

Gojo hates being patient especially when it comes to anything with you or you body, and everytime you tried cock warming with him you failed. Gojo would end bouncing you up and down slowly before picking up the pace his impatient cock was missing your insides. Especially when you just looked so good on top of him. So one day when you ask Gojo pleading with big puppy eyes “Can I cockwarm you please baby.”

You bat your eyes at him gently playing with his soft white locs. He could never sit still long enough to truly cockwarm which was the problem. He wanted you as soon as he felt your tight cunt squeeze around him. He would always beg you to move his sapphire eyes wide and pleading his pupils blow out with lust.

Gojo sighed as he gave in. “Sure baby we can try it but you know it’s not gonna work.” Satoru was no stranger getting you to ride him either. He took you over to the couch peeling off your shorts and panties letting you sink down on to his cock. It felt nice for the first part the warmth of your heat swallowing his length. Until Satoru started shifting his hips.

“Satoru you’re supposed to be sitting still.” You huffed feeling your walls clamping down on him. “You know I can’t wait baby your just to good!” Satoru smirks bouncing you up and down gently on his cock. The way he felt his cock sink right back in to you made him groan. It was such a hypnotic sight watching you go up and down on his cock. “Satoruuuu!” You whined feeling his cock kiss your gummy walls with each thrust.

“I told you..baby it wasn’t gonna..work..ngh!” Satori smirked before taking a nipple in his mouth his tongue lolling around the bud before letting it go with a pop. “Love watchin m’sweet girl fall apart on my cock to much…!” He groans his hips speeding up by the second. The wet sounds of your pussy filled the room while Satoru moaned.

Your pussy pulsed squeezing around his cock alerting Satoru you were getting close. Slick drooling from your hungry cunt. The friction of his dick thrusting in and out of your walls driving you wild as you cling to him. “Atta girl come..for…me!” He coos while thrusting his hips into you his cock sloppy wet from your juices while your sensitive cunt squelches when he fucks his pierced cock into you. His lithe fingers slipping between both of you to rub at your puffy clit.

With a few sloppy thrusts and flicks of your syrupy clit and you’re seeing stars, falling apart on his lap. “Mnngh! Satoruuuu!” You whined before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

“See Baby I told you it never works.” He huffs running his fingers through his white locs before peeling you off his lap giving you a cocky smile.

[Inbox is open 💌]

[the-littlest-wayne]

Aaron visits the mansion while in his “civilian mode”. He says Damien and waves.

— Sup broseph! —

- @aaron-ring-greenlantern

Waves back

Hello.

Would you like to meet my cat?

[cat-mammy]

cborle wonka wit sweeties nd mayb purpl theem? pls?<333

-🦇

Offff course lil dude!!! Hope this is okay!!!<3

[sturnmeovr]

Babydaddy!Chris During Sweetheart!Reader's Pregnancy ...

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who lowkey flipped shit when he found out Sweetheart!Reader was pregnant. It was unexpected and the last thing he wanted to happen.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who lets his brain run rampant your whole pregnancy, not being able to get rid of the what ifs.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who tries his hardest to help you through your morning sickness all while trying to come to terms with the idea of the two of you bringing a new life into the world. It takes a big toll on his mental health.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who makes Sweetheart!Reader vow to not tell a soul about her pregnancy until he's ready to tell his brothers - they must know first.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who feels like the world has been lifted off his shoulders as soon as he tells Matt & Nick. He can finally vent to the two people he's closest to.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who manifests a baby boy from the moment he finds out, all the way up until he knows the gender.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who rubs your stomach, feet, back, etc., whenever he's asked. No hesitation.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who always comes in clutch with the pregnancy cravings, making sure to try every new combination, and rating it on a scale of 1 to 10.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who plays his playlist loud as hell throughout the day. His reason being - "my son needs to have good music taste."

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who buys everything the baby needs, only handing over his credit card and giving you the second okay you needed if you were iffy about buying something.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who attends every single appointment and takes you out to eat afterwards.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who gets his license during your pregnancy. He wants to be able to take you to every appointment, food, and errand run.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who greets Sweetheart!Reader's belly bump first before giving her a kiss when he comes home.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who gifts you a brand-new car and a money bouquet as push present.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who struggles with being loyal to his babymama for no other reason than his own self-destructive ways. He often convinces himself he isn't the father or boyfriend his family deserves, which leads him in another girl's inbox at times.

♡⃕ Babydaddy!Chris who would rather chase Sweetheart!Reader across the world before he lets her go. And even if he did, he still wouldn't let her go.

An - Figured I'd do some headcanons! Send me some asks about babydaddy!Chris & sweetheart!Reader!

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[iydiamartinx]

Okay y’all—lowkey nervous to do this 👀 but here we go.

I’ve always struggled a bit with writing other people’s ideas, but you’ve all been so kind and supportive of my work that I want to give this a shot.

✨ Requests are now open for the next 24 hours only (starting from the time this is posted). After the 24 hours are up, I’ll be closing them again.

For now, I’m keeping things strictly DC—if this goes well, I might open it up to other fandoms and characters in the future.

A few quick things to keep in mind:

✧ I’m not promising to write every request I receive—please don’t take it personally if I don’t get to yours.

✧ One-shots only please! I’ve got a backlog of series I’m already working on and can’t commit to anything long-term right now. (I will consider headcannons)

✧ All requests will be written as fem!reader, as that’s what I’m most comfortable writing.

✧ I do accept poly pairings—but let’s try not to give reader a whole ass harem (even if that’s what she deserves). Try and keep it to three men or under per request.

🦇 Characters I’ll write for:

➣ Jason Todd

➣ Dick Grayson

➣ Bruce Wayne

➣ Damian Wayne

(aged up if it’s romantic—this baby bat isn’t dating until he’s thirty. lol jk… kind of. His age will depend on the situation of the imagine)

➣ Tim Drake

(though I’ll admit I’m not 100% confident I can portray him perfectly)

➣ Clark Kent

(same disclaimer—I’m still getting the hang of his voice, but I’ll try)

➣ Roy Harper

➣ Joker

Can’t wait to see what y’all send in ♡♡

Posted: 7 pm 05/29/25

Ended: 7 pm 05/30/25

[bobbedazzled]

a/n: to the anon fiending for xavier in my inbox

──⠀. ⋆ ⭒݁₊ ⊹ ┊✩₊˚.┊⋆☾⋆ ˚ . ⋆

⟢ “going quiet again?”

the city’s lights leak through the curtain. stripes of moonlight illuminating your pathetic figure drowning in the haze. the hand tightened around your throat doesn’t help either, the tender skin underneath riddled with hickey marks. sweat mingles as his heaving chest pins you against the headboard, his head lying lazily on your shoulder.

⟢ “you said you needed this, right? needed me?”

his words huff against your skin as his teeth graze down your back. you struggle to respond with his hand pressed against your neck, pussy throbbing as his hips smack against your ass. the sweat on your neck causes his hand to slide upward with every thrust, his thumb presses against your lips as he maintains his hold on you. your lips part for him, taking and swirling your tongue around his finger. his rhythm slows as he groans, the familiar suction tickles the pad of his thumb. feeling the edges of your mouth before retrieving his hand and grabs the flesh of your hips, stilling you for a moment. you collapse onto the bed once out of his hold, back still arched as you take the time to catch your breath.

relief interrupted by a wet finger pressed against your ass. you miss the time to react, his hold on your hips is unbreakable. you groan as his finger intrudes the untouched part of your body, the stretch of tender flesh sends chills up your spine. he swats your pleading hand away once you grab onto him, your incoherent cries muffled by a mouth full of pillows. he leans over, voice almost low like a growl.

⟢ “what did I say about running away?”

he resumes his rough pace, pounding your sensitive cunt while admiring how tight your ass wraps around his finger. you barely have room to struggle, hesitant to move forward with his thumb hooked inside you.

you bite down on the pillows, hand raking up your hair while the other grabs the edge of the mattress.

⟢ “done fighting me, baby?” he breathes, holding back his smile.

he tilts your ass up until his balls smack against your aching bud. the hairs on your body stand, the direct stimulation tightening the knot in your stomach. you do your best to endure despite being completely overwhelmed. it’s enough to take you there.

you breathe through your body’s shivers and cries, surrendering to the sensations. suddenly, he slips out of you after feeling your body tense around him, leaving you empty before flipping you over. his gaze is heavy as he towers over you, eyes batting between your swollen lips and watery eyes.

⟢ “all that talk over the phone.”

you melt into him as he leans down to kiss you, lips gathered in between his. moans mingle in the air as a gentle hand rides up your thigh, pressing your knee against your shoulder. your foreheads press together as he breaks away from the kiss, muttering softly against your lips.

⟢ “you think I’m anywhere near being done with you? don’t come yet.”

──⠀. ݁˚★⋆｡ ⋆

[webslingingslasher]

hi!! can I request frat tasm!peter being sad/disappointed about reader not calling him petey anymore but he's trying to play it cool lol

like reader would come up to him like "hey pete what's up" and he'd immediately notice but he doesn't wanna let it show that he cares so he'd be like "you're acting weird" or something and reading asking him what the hell that means and he goes "haven't called me anything other than petey in a while" tryna brush it off lol and reader instantly knows where he's going but decides to play dumb like "yeah well you told me you didn't like it when i called you that" and peter wants to DIE cause he doesn't wanna admit that he actually kind of likes it and it's just endless teasing and maybe a flustered peter lol

this got extremely long lol im sorry feel totally free to ignore this if you don't wanna write it!! I love your writing <3 have a great day!

*cleaning out my inbox- this is regular frat!peter, however you invision him.*

'hi, peter!'

not that he's counting, but it's been four days since you called him petey and at this point he swears you're upset about something, you just won't tell him what yet.

'hi, trouble.' his kiss must be lacking, your thumb rubs over his bottom lip and you show a small frown. 'what's wrong?'

'nothing,' it's spoken into your skin. you don't believe him, you try again, peter's better this time around. 'your kisses feel sad.' okay, maybe not.

'i'm not sad, you're the one being weird.' you tie around him for a hug, he gladly copies you. 'i'm not being weird, you're being weird.' peter hums, you feel his chest vibrate.

'sorry. i think you're mad at me and you won't tell me why.' you have to be, it's the only reason you've been holding back your favorite name.

'i'm not mad at you. why do you think i'm mad?' peter's tapping his fingertips down the middle of your back, he doesn't know how to say it without sounding like a baby.

'i don't know. you've just been a little less affectionate than normal.'

you try to think back, you don't think you have. you had lunch with him almost everyday and wrapped your arm around his at the table, and kissed his cheek almost every ten minutes. and you almost had to beg him to ditch the party to come cuddle with you on saturday. 

and you're currently in a hug with no time expiration. you don't know how you could be more affectionate.

'have i?' you're looking at him for answers because you have none.

'yeah.' you can't fix it if he won't tell you. you poke his side, then tether your arm back around him. 'you gotta tell me how.'

'you just...' peter's so glad you're in a hug and have your head turned, because you can't see the blush he's feeling. 'you haven't called me petey in awhile.'

you feel your heart burst open. he loves it just as much as you do.

'you told me you didn't like it.'

peter knows what he said. it's just not what he meant.

'it doesn't matter if i like or not, i got used to it.'

you take a few seconds to think about it, it doesn't mean you can't have fun. 'if i start calling you petey again you can't give me sad kisses.' peter washes his hands over your back, you melt in further.

'if you started calling me petey again i would have no reason to give you sad kisses.' boom. he said it and he really wasn't thinking, you push him away and look up with shining eyes.

'you really do like it!' a gasp, you reach for his face- you reach for his pink cheeks. peter grabs your hands, 'no. leave me alone.' you bat him off and try again, he lets you.

peter blushes harder when you coo. 'you're my handsome petey.' his eyes close, 'trouble.'

'yes, petey? i'm all ears for my petey.'

my petey. he really likes that. it shows on his face, he swears he's about to start sweating. 'you know what you are?' it's not rhetorical, you're waiting for him to ask.

peter peeks an eye open, he's never seen you so infatuated. 'what am i?' you place a kiss to each cheek, 'you're my petey pie.' a whine follows, 'no, i'm not. i'm not a pie.'

'you are. you're my petey pie and you're so, so sweet.'

it's been a nonstop blush. you're loving this. 'guess what flavor you are,' you tell him before he can ruin it. 'strawberry.'

peter claws your hands off. 'okay, it's done. we're over this, now.' you won't let him escape without another kiss. 'sure thing, petey.'