#and also it's just too good for power naps

[littlest-w01f]

My Dragons

Sylus x Reader

SYLUS MASTERLIST

LADS MASTERLIST

Summary: A peaceful day with your chaotic dragon and your even more chaotic mini him

Cw: Fluff

a/n: Fic also on Ao3

"Mama, look! I am Dada!" Your barely 4-year-old son jumped a few inches in the air, his dragon wings flapping gently as he came back down from his tiny jump.

The young boy's crimson eyes sparkled with innocent delight as he proudly declared himself to be like his father. His small, iridescent wings fluttered excitedly at his sides, catching the warm sunlight streaming through the open fields.

"That's right, sweetie! You're just like your daddy," You cooed softly, your heart melting at the adorable sight before you. "A brave little dragon prince!"

You knelt down beside him, gently booping his baby nose with a finger, ruffling his messy white hair. "But remember, even dragon princes need to mind their manners. It's nap time soon, okay?" You said playfully, though there was a hint of gentle warning in your tone.

The child pouted adorably for a moment before perking up again. "Okay Mama! I be good." The young dragon prince nodded eagerly, his tiny horns glinting in the sunbeams as he promised to behave. You couldn't help but smile at his precociousness, marvelling at how quickly he was growing up, looking more and more like his dad.

As if on cue, sounds of wings flapping grow, and Sylus, the tall, imposing figure with scales that shimmered like polished crimson. His own massive wings were folded neatly against his back.

"There's my little firecracker!" the draconic patriarch rumbled, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He strode over to you both, bending down to scoop up his son in his powerful arms.

"Your wings are too tiny to fly on your own." Sylus smirked down at your son, picking him up in his hands before throwing him up, to then catch him.

"Nuh uh," The baby shook his head with his body, "I can fly. Like Da." He stretched his arms out, pretending to fly.

Sylus grinned widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Almost, little one. But not quite."

He scooped up the wiggling toddler, holding him securely against his muscular chest. "Want to show Mama how high you can count while we hover together?"

"You're supposed to be out hunting, my love." You shook your head at their antics, cupping your dragon's cheeks and kissing him deeply, "And you're not supposed to play into it."

When your son pulled at your dress, you picked the baby up, tickling his belly. "And you're meant to be napping." You playfully squished his cheeks together, making him giggle uncontrollably.

"Ah, but a dragon always has time for his family," Sylus purred, his tail curling around to brush against your leg affectionately. "Besides, I've hunted enough for today. Now, I get to enjoy my favorite prize - my beautiful Dragon Li and our precious child."

He shifted his hold on the giggling baby, supporting him securely under his chubby bottom. "Come now, little prince. Let's show Mama how well you can stay up. Ready? One... two..."

On three, Sylus slowly began to rise off the ground, hovering a few feet above the floor. Their son squealed with delight, kicking his stubby legs enthusiastically.

"Look, Mama! We're flying!" He exclaimed, reaching for you with grabby hands. His tiny wings quivered with excitement, beating the air ineffectually.

You giggled, watching them simply hover. You brought your son a little closer, not taking him fully out of Sylus's grasp, kissing his little dragon-scaled feet. "My baby..." You whispered affectionately.

"Isn't he charming?" Sylus laughed warmly, admiring the interaction between you and your son. "It seems like only yesterday he was hatching from his egg."

He tenderly ruffled the baby's hair, causing him to giggle and wriggle in his arms. "One day, he'll be strong enough to join us on our hunts."

Your son looked up at his father with determination in his eyes. "Me hunt now, Daddy!"

Sylus leaned down, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. "Patience, little one. We must wait until you've grown stronger."

As Sylus spoke, he carefully descended back to the ground, setting your son down gently on his feet. The little dragon prince immediately toddled over to you, his short legs moving quickly.

"Mama, watch this!" He announced proudly, striking a dramatic pose with his fists on his hips. Then, with a mighty roar that sounded more like a squeak, he launched himself forward, arms outstretched.

However, instead of soaring through the air, he promptly face-planted onto the grassfield, his tiny wings making a pitiful flapping sound as they struggled to lift him. A bright red blush spread across his cheeks, and he sniffled, looking up at you with big, watery eyes.

Your heart broke at the sight as both you and your dragon rushed to the aid of your little dragonling, "Aww baby, it's ok, don't cry." You whipped away the tears in his crimson eyes, "Does anything pain?"

"Ow-ow-ow, hurt," The little prince whimpered, rubbing his sore knee with a grimy hand. Sylus crouched down beside you, inspecting his son's scrapes with a critical eye. "Boo-boo..." Your son whispered, disheartened.

You sighed thankfully when it was just a little scrap, you wiped away the dirt, kissing his scraped scaley knee, "Shh baby, you're ok." You kissed his other knee, "See, mama's kiss makes all the boo-boo pain go away." The little dragon prince looked up at you with teary eyes, still sniffling after his minor fall.

"Let's get you cleaned up, while papa gets your bed ready, yeah?" You said, lifting your son into your arms and carrying him to a gentle stream nearby as Sylus took off with a nod. "We don't want any germs getting in those precious scales."

You dipped a part of your dress into the cold water of the stream, carefully washing the scrape on your son's knee. He winced slightly but didn't cry, instead watching the water race with fascination.

"All done," You announced, drying off his knee with a dry part of your dress. "Good as new."

Your son beamed up at you, throwing his arms around your neck. "Thanks, Mama," He said gratefully. "Love you."

You hugged him back tightly, feeling your heart swell with love for your little family. "I love you too, sweetheart," you replied, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Together, you rejoined Sylus in the cave he left for, setting him on his tiny bed of fur.

Sylus smiled warmly as you settled your son into his cosy nest, tucking a soft blanket around him. "There you go, little prince. All snug and safe," He murmured, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

As the two of you stood there, gazing down at your sleeping child, a sense of contentment washed over you. It had been a lovely afternoon, filled with simple joys and precious moments spent together as a family.

You stayed up over your son's cot, watching the dragonling sleep, you turned to your husband, a soft smile playing on your lips. "He's such a sweet boy, isn't he?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper to not disturb the slumbering child.

Sylus nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving your son's peaceful form. "More than I ever could have imagined," He admitted, his voice tinged with pride and affection. "Watching him grow, seeing the world through his eyes... It's a truly magical experience."

He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your son's forehead. "I'm grateful every day for this life we've built together," Sylus continued, turning to look at you with a tender expression. "For our little family, and for the love that binds us."

You smiled as his tail curled around your form in a familiar way, his wings curling in as you leaned against him, "I could watch him sleep forever."

Sylus chuckled softly, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close. "I know exactly what you mean," he murmured, resting his chin atop your head. "There's something so precious about watching him sleep, knowing that in this moment, all is well in his world."

He held you like that for a long while, savoring the quiet closeness of the moment. The gentle sound of your son's breathing filled the room, a comforting melody that seemed to slow the very beat of your hearts.

"I'm grateful for you," Sylus whispered eventually, his words warm against your skin. "You've given me so much - a family, a sense of belonging, a reason to look forward to every new day. And now, with our son... I feel truly blessed."

"I am blessed to have you, Sy." You smiled, turning on your heels to kiss his lips gently, "Come... You need to give me ten more adorable looking dragonlings."

Sylus threw his head back with a rich, hearty laugh, his eyes sparkling with mirth and affection. "Ten more, you say?" He grinned wickedly, pulling you into a tight embrace. "My playful little mate, always eager for more adventures."

His large, warm hands rested on your hips, holding you close. "But first," Sylus said, his voice full of excitement, "I want to cherish every moment with my beloved mate."

With that, he led you by the hand towards the cosy nook where you both loved to spend time together. His intentions were clear in the loving look he gave you, and you knew that this would be another memory to treasure.

As Sylus guided you into your intimate space, the soft glow of the crystals casting a warm, inviting light, he turned to face you. His crimson eyes shone with affection and anticipation.

"My heart, my soul, my everything," He breathed, his large hands coming up to cup your face tenderly. "In this moment, I want to share our deep bond and connection with one another."

He held you close, swaying gently as if to a silent melody, his cheek resting against your hair. After a while, he pulled back and smiled softly.

"Dance with me, my love?" Sylus asked softly, extending one clawed hand towards you in invitation. The crystals surrounding you pulsed gently, casting mesmerising patterns on the walls.

As you placed your hand in his, he drew you near, one arm encircling your waist while the other held your hand close to his heart. The music swelled, a hauntingly beautiful melody that seemed to emanate from the very stones themselves.

Sylus moved with surprising grace for his size, guiding you in a slow dance. His touch was comforting, providing warmth and reassurance. He looked at you with gentle affection, his eyes reflecting the kaleidoscope of colours from the crystals.

"How did I get so lucky to find a companion as wonderful as you?" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

Wrapped up in the tender moment, you found joy in simply being close to Sylus, dancing slowly within the enchanting crystal-lit cavern. A soft giggle escaped your lips as he expertly guided you through a series of turns.

"I must have done something right to win your affection," you mused aloud, gazing up at him with admiration. Gently, you traced the tip of your finger along one of his scales, marveling at its smoothness.

The atmosphere remained light and affectionate, filled with laughter and shared glances between the two of you. With each step, your bond grew stronger, weaving itself deeper into the fabric of your souls.

{Dad Sylus taglist- @soldiershunterswitchesandroyals}

[badkitty3000]

One Bed

Five Hargreeves x Female Reader, One-shot, 7.4k words, request

Summary: You are the lead singer in Lila's band, touring with the other Hargreeves and spending nights in run-down roadside motels. One night you and Five are forced to share a room... and you guessed it... there was only one bed!

A/N: @voteforevilthoughts this one's for you, babe! 😽

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, oral sex (giving and receiving)

One Bed

The tour seemed to be going ok. It wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, having to share a shitty bus with six other people while you drove from the venues to an equally shitty motel night after night. But, hey, this is what you wanted and you were finally getting to show off your amazing vocal talents. Your bandmates were cool for the most part. Lila was fucking nuts, but you liked her, and you thought she and Diego made a cute pair. Viktor was a talented musician and easy to talk to. 

You were also traveling with the other Hargreeves siblings. Allison was the band manager and was the one that booked all of the gigs and made sure everyone got paid accordingly. If anyone tried to stiff them, she rumored them into paying what they were owed, and then some. Luther was basically a roadie, helping to carry amps and other heavy equipment. He also served as security if the crowd started getting a little too rowdy. Klaus tagged along, mostly for the fun of it, and because he liked listening to the band play. He also drove the bus and usually picked the motels for the night, which was why they were usually sketchy at best.

Then there was Number Five.

You weren’t really sure why Five was there, other than to make everyone’s life less enjoyable. Mostly he just scowled and made snarky remarks, and sometimes took over driving when Klaus got too tired. On those occasions, no one was allowed to stop for bathroom breaks or detours, because he was “making good time”. Although you noticed he had no problem stopping to see the World’s Largest Spatula that took you twenty minutes out of your way.

The band was technically Lila’s, even though she was the drummer. The Prime 8’s was a punk band and hadn’t really made it big yet, but you were hoping that since you signed on you could change that. 

Back in Lila’s Commission days, and when The Handler was training her to use her own powers, she would use the Infinite Switchboard to search for other superpowered kids to try and mimic. Her mother would bring her within the vicinity of another child’s powers so she could learn how to use her own. When Lila had found you, she saw that you were also a little off-kilter and liked loud, punk music. You wore short skirts with black boots and dyed your hair whatever color you were feeling at that moment. As a teenager, you rebelled against your parents and got several tattoos and piercings in various places that they wouldn’t find. 

Lila was drawn to your fun personality and you and she became friends and kept in touch. When the last lead singer had quit to go off with another band, Lila immediately contacted you. As it so happened, you had been looking for a band to join, so it worked out perfectly. Plus, you would be amongst others that had powers, so you wouldn’t have to feel weird being the odd man out.

Your power was temperature manipulation. Growing up, you had never thought of it as a particularly useful power, but over the years you had come to appreciate it. And it always came in handy on super hot days or freezing cold ones. Your body was always the perfect temperature.

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“Move your feet,” Five demanded in that ultra-superior tone of his.

He was standing in the aisle of the bus, glaring down at you in the seat that you had just plopped into. You were headed to another crappy roadside motel for the night, after finishing a show, and you were exhausted. Your feet were resting on the seat next to yours so that you could sprawl out and maybe take a nap.

“Why should I move?” you asked in annoyance. “There’s like six other seats to choose from.”

“Correct. There are six other seats you can choose to sit in.”

“What is your problem?”

“My problem is that your feet are in my seat. That’s where I was sitting on the way to the venue and now I would like my seat back.”

“Five!” you cried, bunching your hands into fists and hitting your thighs with them in a tiny temper tantrum. “Is it possible for you to not be a total dick all the time?”

Five paused, as if he were considering the question. “Feet. Off.”

You made a loud growling noise, but ended up moving your feet and letting him sit down. You knew he wasn’t going to let it drop, so you might as well just give in. You huffed quietly and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the cold window. To make it a little more comfortable to rest your head on, you placed your palm to the glass and warmed it a few degrees. 

“Everybody good?” Klaus yelled back from the driver’s seat.

There was a chorus of tired-sounding responses and Klaus pulled out onto the highway. It was dark out and the bus interior lights were dimmed. Next to you, Five crossed one leg over the other, his knee brushing against your bare thigh that was exposed under your skirt. You felt a little shiver as the fine wool of his pants met your smooth skin. If Five noticed, he pretended not to. Instead he took a sip of the coffee he had and then leaned his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes.

You took the opportunity to study his face while he wasn’t looking. You were pretty sure the guy didn’t have one soft curve anywhere on his body. He was all sharp angles; chiseled like a Greek statue and just as beautiful. 

You found yourself wondering just what exactly he had going on under those suits he wore all the time. They were definitely tailored to show off his trim physique, but you had never seen him in anything else. You had a feeling he was a lot stronger than he looked. People that carry themselves the way he did knew they had something good. Big dick energy; and Five certainly had that.

As you ruminated on whether or not it was just the energy he had or the real deal, your eyes traveled slowly up his legs and abdomen. Your top teeth caught on your bottom lip as you stared. When your eyes drifted back up to his face again, his eyes were open.

He turned his head just slightly in your direction, a tiny smirk on his face. “Can I help you with something?”

Your face heated up and it had nothing to do with your powers. You quickly looked away. “Not really, no.”

Five picked his head up from the back of the seat, clearly amused that he caught you checking him out. “Want me to stand up, honey? Give you the full view?”

Your cheeks burned even hotter. He could have spared you the embarrassment and pretended not to have noticed. But no. He had to be a giant asshole about it.

“Fuck off,” you spat out.

Five just gave you that dickish grin of his and settled back into his seat, uncrossing his legs. He spread them just enough for his knee to touch yours again. The super smug look on his face had you opening your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Since you were at a loss for words, you retaliated by grabbing his coffee cup out of his hands. 

“Hey!” he yelled.

You said nothing, just stared him in the eyes as your hand that held the coffee turned a bright white and small ice crystals formed on the outside of the cup. When you were satisfied that it had been long enough, you handed it back to Five with an overly-sweet smile.

He snatched it from your hand and removed the top, peering inside. As suspected, it had been transformed into a solid lump of black ice.

“Enjoy that, honey,” you cooed, before turning back to the window with a satisfied smile.

“Fuck,” you heard Five grumble under his breath before tossing the entire thing into the trash can that was sitting a few feet away. You smiled even bigger and closed your eyes.

The Forest View motel had neither a forest nor a view in its vicinity, but it did have cheap rooms and beds that did not appear to contain any vermin, so it was deemed passable for one night’s stay. After checking in, everyone split up into their normal pairs of roommates. Lila and Diego. Luther and Viktor. Klaus and Five. And you and Allison.

After stepping into your room, Allison claimed the bed nearest the door, as always, and turned back the bedspread before climbing in. 

“I’m exhausted,” she breathed out, closing her eyes as her head hit the pillow.

“Don’t you want to shower?” you asked.

She waved a hand in the air. “I’ll do it in the morning. You go ahead.”

You gathered your toiletries and pajamas up and headed to the bathroom. You thought Allison was being a bit dramatic considering she wasn’t the one that had been dancing and wailing at the top of her lungs for two hours, but whatever. A nice hot shower was calling your name.

As you turned the water on and let it run for a while, you brushed your teeth and washed your face. While you were mid-way through flossing, you started to hear voices drifting through the paper-thin walls between your room and the next one. The voices were muffled, and some of the words were cut off, but you could still make out most of what they were saying. You could tell that it was Klaus and Five.

“I saw you snuggled up with… the bus,” Klaus said.

“Was NOT snuggled… wouldn’t move her stupid feet!” Five argued.

“Uh huh… that’s what it looked like.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m just saying… the way you look at her.”

“And how do I look at her?”

“Like you… starving… haven’t… ten years… Las Vegas buffet.”

You heard incoherent grumblings from Five. “ … an idiot!”

“I’m not blind, Fivey. Admit… she’s cute.”

More angry muttering was heard and you could picture Five over there, all tense and wound tight.

“I can tell by… face… you do,” Klaus said with a laugh.

“So what if I do? … means nothing.”

“Make a move. You… want to.”

“Klaus… shut… fuck up.”

“Ok, but… saying… I see her… you too. It’s… obvious… crush on you.”

“Drop it.”

After that, you didn’t hear anymore, but you stood there with a piece of dental floss hanging out of your mouth while you stared wide-eyed at the wall in front of you.

Klaus thinks I have a crush on Five? And Five thinks I’m cute?

As you got into the luke-warm shower that you warmed up a couple of degrees with your powers, you had a lot to think about. Did you have a crush on Five? He was a no-fun asshole, but he was actually pretty funny with his sarcastic comments and dry wit. And he was obviously very smart. He also made you feel weird little fluttery sensations in your stomach when he looked at you. You shook your head as you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair. You must be crazy.

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The next day, you kept thinking back on the conversation you had heard the night before. Since then, you were much more observant of Five’s actions around you. While you were on stage, blasting out song after song and dancing around like a maniac, you caught him watching you. 

Maybe he had always watched you while you sang, but you had never noticed. Now you could see that those deep green eyes of his looked you over like he was studying you. Like you were a wild creature he was observing for his scientific research. When you jumped up and down, fluttering your short skirt and giving the audience a tiny glimpse of your red panties underneath, you saw a flicker of a smile on his face.

Interesting. So the old man has a pulse after all. 

After the show, instead of getting on the bus with everyone, Allison went her separate way. Claire had a volleyball tournament the next day and she didn’t want to miss it. She said she would catch up with everyone next week. With Allison gone, you realized that made your little traveling group an odd number. You wondered how that was going to work once you got to the motel. You got excited thinking you may be getting your own room.

When you arrived, Five blinked off the bus while you and the others filed out and joined him, Klaus headed off in the direction of the office to check in and get the keys. Luther started unloading the bags.

After a minute, Klaus returned, holding up the room keys and passing them out. “Here you go,” he said as he dangled a key over your waiting hand. “By the way, I should mention, since there was an opportunity for someone to get their own room, I volunteered.”

“What?” you cried. “Klaus, that’s not fair! I’m the only girl here!”

“Sorry, babe, but you snooze you lose. You should have thought of that earlier and put in your request. I already invited a guest over and I need the solo arrangements, if you know what I mean.”

You put your hands on your hips. “So I have to share a room just because you want to hook up with someone?”

“Uh… yeah,” he said, as if that was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Great,” you murmured, looking around at the rest. “Ok, well who am I with then?”

“Not us,” Lila said as she pulled Diego close to her by his belt loop. “Mommy and Daddy need some alone time.”

“Sorry,” Viktor said. “But Luther takes up an entire double bed on his own and I have a major aversion to sleeping with anyone next to me.” He looked at you guiltily. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

You realized with absolute horror that meant only one person was left. You turned to Five with wide eyes as the realization hit him at the same time.

“Shit,” you both said in unison.

As the rest of the group walked away to their respective rooms, giggling to themselves, you and Five regarded one another.

You sighed. “Well, come on. Let’s get this over with.”

Five picked up his bag off the ground and started following you towards the room you had been assigned. “You better not snore. I’ve been known to strangle a person in their sleep for less.”

“I do not snore,” you said, offended, as you unlocked the door.

When you stepped inside, you stopped in your tracks. Five followed behind you, almost plowing right into you before he saw what you saw. There was only one bed.

“Oh fuck no,” he said with a groan, dropping his bag heavily on the floor.

You let out a loud, disbelieving cackle. “This is a joke right? Something Klaus set up? This can’t be real.”

Five ran a hand through his hair and then spun slowly around, surveying the tiny room as if another bed were going to spontaneously appear. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he breathed out.

You and he stared at one another for several seconds, neither of you knowing what to say or do, until Five suddenly disappeared without a word, leaving you alone in the quiet of the crappy room.

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Five’s first stop was Klaus’s room, which was right next door. He banged on the door with his fist. “Klaus! Open up!”

“Who is it?” came a sweet, sing-songy voice from inside.

“You know damn well who it is! Open up!” Five yelled through the door.

“No turn down service tonight, thank you! But a bottle of sparkling would be lovely,” Klaus called back.

Five blinked inside, surprising Klaus as he lounged on his back on one of the two beds in the room. A cigarette hung casually out of the corner of his mouth as he smirked at his brother.

“Oh, hey Fivey… something wrong?”

“Klaus I’m going to…. “ he started, balling up his fists in a rage. “Did you do this on purpose?”

“Do what?” Klaus asked with feigned innocence.

“You know fucking what! Now let me stay in here with you so she can have the other room.”

“No can do, Fiverino… I got some company headed over as we speak. And while I don’t really object to you being here, I doubt you’re going to want to bear witness to all the freaky shit that’s about to go down. I mean… unless you are?”

“God Klaus… can you stop being such a slut for five fucking seconds?”

“No. No, not really.”

“Then switch rooms with us at least! There’s only one bed over there.”

Klaus bolted upright in the bed with a giant, shit-eating grin on his face. “What do you mean there’s only one bed?”

Five sighed, barely restraining the urge to strangle his brother. “I mean there’s only one… “ He held up his index finger in the air for emphasis. “ONE… fucking bed!”

Klaus started to laugh obnoxiously and he clapped his hands together. “Oh holy shit, I had no idea about the bed! This worked out even better than I thought!”

Five leaned in dangerously close and Klaus realized what he let slip out. “What was that?” Five ground out between tightly clenched teeth.

Klaus giggled nervously and gingerly pushed Five out of his personal bubble with a single finger to the middle of his chest. “Nothing.”

“Klaus… I swear to god, you better switch rooms right now or… “

“Or what? Hmmm, Fivey? You going to go all full psycho mode and slash me to bits? Leave my corpse here to bleed into the cheap carpet and stink up the place worse than it is?” Klaus shook his head sadly. “Not very nice to the poor cleaning woman that will surely find me.”

“You’ll be back again before anyone will find you dead,” Five spat out.

Klaus took a drag off his cigarette and settled back against the headboard again, putting his hands behind his head. “Well then, looks like either way I’m not leaving this room.”

Five’s mouth dropped open but no words came out. Instead, he made a desperate, hilariously loud growling noise of immense frustration before blinking away, leaving Klaus chuckling quietly and congratulating himself on a job well done.

Five’s portal opened in the motel office, surprising a very depressed-looking desk clerk that had been scrolling through his phone for job openings in the area. The clerk screamed as Five appeared directly in front of the desk, eyes blazing with anger.

“I need… “ Five breathed out, his words measured and slow. “A new… room.”

The clerk stared up at him, blinking in confusion, until Five slammed the palm of his hand flat on the desk. “Now!”

“I… I’m sorry… we’re all full,” the clerk stuttered.

Five closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried again, this time attempting a cordial smile. Unfortunately all that accomplished was to make him appear even more deadly and deranged.

“I have no doubt that this lovely establishment is just packed full with eager guests at the moment. After all, it is the prime season for shitty roadside motels that haven’t seen a remodel since the Eisenhower administration. However, I really REALLY need a new room. Pronto.”

The clerk slid his chair back a few inches, his eyes wide. “Really, I’m not kidding. We had a pipe burst a few weeks back and half the rooms were flooded. The only ones we have are the ones you and your party are staying in.”

Five glanced down on the desk, noticing the letter opener that was lying conveniently unattended. The satisfactory image of the clerk gasping for breath as blood gurgled out of his mouth after Five plunged the opener into the side of his neck surfaced for a moment, but then disappeared. Just like with Klaus, the aftermath would be too messy.

“Fine,” Five hissed angrily. He was just about to blink off to his room again when he stopped and turned to the clerk, stabbing a finger in the air towards him. “Just so you know, I will be leaving a scathing review online.” Then he was gone in a flash of blue.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed when he materialized again, breathing fast and hard and looking like a crazy man. He tried to smooth his hair down and straighten his tie in an attempt to look pulled together. It wasn’t convincing.

“So,” he began. “It looks like there are no other rooms and Klaus is being a giant dickhead, so I think we are stuck here.”

“Ok… well, really it’s–”

“It’s alright. I can sleep on the floor, it’s no big deal.”

You and he both looked at the faded, thin carpeting under your feet. The pea-green color was spotted with various shades of brown stains. In the middle was a large, suspiciously dark red splotch.

“Five… you’re not going to sleep on the floor –”

“Or the bathtub!” he interjected, suddenly blinking into the bathroom. He came back almost immediately. “Ok, so there appears to be a bit of a mold problem in the bathroom. But that’s alright, I’ll just sleep on the bus,” he prattled on, reaching down to grab his bag off the floor.

“The bus has no heat. You’ll freeze to death.”

“Ok…” Five began again, searching the room frantically as if he was considering crawling into the ducts and sleeping in there.

“Five! Will you calm down for two seconds? It’s not THAT big of a deal!”

Five stared at you, the look on his face clearly pained. “It’s kind of a big deal.”

You sighed heavily. “We are both adults. I think we can handle sleeping next to one another for one night.”

There was a long pause as Five took this in. He finally dropped his bag again and ran a hand through his hair for the fiftieth time. “Yeah… ok, you’re right. I can handle it if you can.”

You nodded. “I can handle it just fine.” A grin crept slowly over your face. “You’re not that irresistible you know.”

Five rolled his eyes, but then he smiled. “Yeah well, neither are you.”

You laughed. “Ok, it’s settled. But I need to take a shower because I was really working up a sweat on the stage earlier, so do you mind if I go first?”

“Not at all,” Five said, gesturing to the bathroom. “Take your time. I’ll just be here, enjoying our luxury accommodations.” He picked up his bag and threw it on the bed. Then he unzipped it, pulling out a half-full bottle of whiskey. “And maybe some of this. Care for one?”

“Absolutely!”

He blinked away, returning with two cellophane-wrapped plastic cups from the bathroom. He unwrapped them and poured the whiskey into each one. He handed you one and kept the other for himself. 

You held your cup out in a toast. “Here’s to shitty motels with only one bed!”

“To only one bed. Cheers,” Five said with a small smirk before taking a sip.

You brought the cup of whiskey into the shower with you and you sipped it slowly while the hot water ran over your body. The booze was starting to make your brain a little loopy and you smiled to yourself thinking about Five sitting out there, just mere feet away, while you were naked and wet in there. 

He probably wouldn’t even know what to do with a naked woman, you thought to yourself. But then again… he said he knows how to do everything.

When you stepped out of the shower, grabbing one of the flimsy pieces of fabric they considered towels, you wrapped it around you. You left your hair wet, but you brushed it out so it wasn’t matted together. Then you noticed the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar.

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Five didn’t mean to look. Not really. It wasn’t his fault that the cheap ass bathroom door hadn’t latched right. And it certainly wasn’t his fault that the bed he was lying on faced directly into said bathroom. It was, maybe, his fault for not looking away.

The shower curtain offered some privacy, but he could still see your silhouette as you tipped your head back to wash your hair, stretching your arms up and pushing out your chest as if you knew he was watching. Five felt bad for thinking such things but not that bad. He was stoic but he wasn’t dead.

As he laid there, propped up against the headboard, leisurely drinking his precious whiskey, he enjoyed the little show you were unknowingly giving him. He still had on his full suit, so he shed his jacket and vest. He pulled off his tie. He would have loved to strip out of his pants, too, but he wouldn’t dare with you around. Plus it might be a little too obvious how he felt about your situation if he didn’t have his tailored pants covering up his growing hard-on.

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If you hadn’t been tipsy already, you probably wouldn’t have done it. But at that moment the urge was just too strong. You let the towel drop from your body onto the floor.

You made a show of running your fingers through your hair and dropping your head back seductively. When you bent over to get your underwear and pajamas, you made sure to move extra slowly and bent over so your ass faced the door. You pulled your panties on slowly. Then you slipped your t-shirt over your head, pulling it down so that it stopped half way down your thighs. You had shorts that went with it, but you kicked those to the side. You opened the door and stepped out in a cloud of steam.

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You had to have been doing it on purpose, Five was certain of it. In the shower, he knew you hadn’t realized the door was ajar. But now… fuck… now, you absolutely knew. And you were killing him.

When you emerged, he almost choked on the whiskey and he coughed, sputtering and stammering.

“Damn it… ,” he said in between wheezes. “Went down… the wrong pipe,” he coughed out.

You laughed, walking over to the bed and standing in front of him, wearing just your white Prime-8’s t-shirt, with your wet hair dripping onto the front.

“You ok?”

Five nodded, still letting out a few lingering coughs. “Yeah, all good.”

“Your turn,” you said with a smile as you walked to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers. Five’s eyes followed your every move.

Five spent a long time in the shower, drinking his whiskey, and trying to get his head on straight. He was trying to prolong the time before he would be forced to crawl into that bed next to you. The fact that you had decided to torture him by only wearing a t-shirt and panties was driving him crazy. Did you want him to not be able to sleep tonight? It was beginning to look that way. 

Five thought about jerking himself off while in the shower, just to get things a little more under control and to try and prevent any embarrassing mishaps in bed. But the thought of beating off while you were just a few feet away in the other room was even more humiliating. 

He had admitted to Klaus that he thought you were cute, which was true. He liked your funky tattoos and crazy colored hair. He liked how confident you were on stage and the sound of your voice. And when he had caught a glimpse of the little silver ball that pierced through the middle of your tongue, he thought about what that would feel like if you dragged it over his dick.

But he didn’t need to be acting on any of these feelings. It wasn’t a good idea to get involved with someone you had to spend that much time with. And he also didn’t need his annoying siblings inserting themselves into his love life, which they undoubtedly would do. Klaus already was.

“Stupid Klaus,” Five muttered angrily before shutting off the water. 

He dried off before pulling on a pair of clean black boxer briefs. He was about to put on a pair of pants, too, but then decided to give you a taste of your own medicine. Five had already caught you staring at his body the other day, and you weren’t the only one that could be a tease.

Back in the room, you tried your best to pretend to be asleep. But when Five came waltzing over wearing nothing but his underwear, your eyes refused to close. His hair was still damp and hanging over his forehead. His chest and stomach were hard, with toned shoulders and biceps that rippled with each movement. He looked like a goddamn underwear model.

“You’re wearing that?” you asked, partly horrified.

Five looked down at himself, as if he hadn’t even considered there to be anything out of the usual. “What’s wrong?”

You cleared your throat and then shrugged, snuggling down deeper into the covers and closing your eyes with indifference. “Nothing. Just figured you might be cold, that’s all. It’s drafty in here.”

“I’ll be fine,” he answered. “But thank you for your concern.”

After that, he shut off the light and crawled into bed next to you. You felt his weight on the mattress and the heat from his body radiating outwards. You shifted around on your side, suddenly not able to get comfortable. He smelled so good it wasn’t fair. You flipped over so that your butt was facing him, which wasn’t much better. But at least you didn’t have to look at his perfect profile silhouetted in the moonlight.

He made no move to get closer to you, and neither did you. It was silent except for the sound of your breathing. You both laid awake, blinking into the darkness, before finally falling asleep.

It was the middle of the night when you both woke up again. The room was noticeably colder and while your body temperature had regulated itself even in your sleep, you felt Five shivering next to you. You sat up in bed, looking around. The internal temperature had dropped so low you could already see your breath in a faint cloud in front of you.

You looked over at Five, who was huddled under the covers and obviously freezing.

“The heat is out,” you said in his direction.

“Yeah, no shit,” he said angrily through chattering teeth. “I already checked, the radiator died. Probably because it was built sometime in the late 1800s.”

You laughed. “Bet you wish you had some actual clothes on now, huh?”

Five grumbled. “Shut up. Go back to sleep.”

You huffed at his irritability and closed your eyes to try and fall back asleep. The fact that Five was lying a foot away from you, practically naked, and shivering so hard you could hear his teeth rattling together made it a little hard. After a few minutes you let out a loud sigh.

“Five?”

“What?” he snapped.

“I can help you, you know. I can warm you up.”

There was a full ten seconds of silence. “No thank you,” he answered, a little softer than before.

“God you are the most stubborn person I have ever met!” you exclaimed. “Believe it or not, I’m not trying to hit on you. I’m just trying to be nice so that you won’t freeze to death.”

As Five laid there in silence for another minute, you waited. Finally, you heard him exhale slowly through his nose. 

“Fine,” he said.

“Good. Now give me your hand,” you told him.

Five slid the hand closest to you over the mattress and you grasped it in yours. The red light from your powers created a soft glow from under the covers.

“How’s that?” you asked.

“Good. Thanks.”

“I know it’s not just your hands, though. If you want… “ you hesitated. “I can warm up the rest of your body.”

Five audibly swallowed. “Uh… I’m not sure… “

You made a huffing noise again. “You are such a baby!” Without asking again, you wiggled your way over to his side and hugged him around his chest. Then you threw a leg over his thighs, trapping him in a bear hug. Your entire body gave off a faint red glow as you worked on warming him up.

As your powers started to take their effect and Five stopped shivering, you rested your head on his shoulder. His intoxicating scent was invading your senses and you closed your eyes. It wasn’t long before you were both breathing just a little heavier, your chests rising and falling faster. Five placed his hand over the top of yours, resting on his stomach. 

“I think I’m good now,” he whispered.

You didn’t say anything at first, but you let your powers die down. Without even thinking about it, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, brushing your lips and nose against him.

“Ok,” you purred into his warm skin.

Five made a quiet moaning noise, and when you started to pull away his hand tightened on yours. 

“Wait,” he said. “I need you to help with one more thing.”

Your voice was shaky as it came out. “What’s that?”

Five slowly moved your hand down his hard abdomen and over his boxers until he reached the problem he needed help with. He pressed your hand firmly against the prominent bulge between his legs. “This,” he said, and his voice cracked.

“Oh shit, Five,” you moaned. “You didn’t have to wait so long.”

The following minutes were a dizzying blurr of mouths colliding and teeth gnashing; limbs intertwined and hands desperately searching; hearts racing and lungs gasping. You had climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and grinding down onto his hardened cock. He had already ripped your shirt off and he grabbed roughly at your breasts. You leaned down to kiss him again, and his tongue flicked across the silver stud in yours.

Five groaned as the tip of his tongue explored the cool metal. “I’ve been dying to get a feel of this tongue ring,” he told you breathlessly.

“Yeah?” you questioned, as you moved to his jaw and neck, and then his collarbone.

“Yes.” He pulled your hair, making you whine. “I want to see what you can do with it.”

You pulled back, looking down on him with a sexy grin before clicking the stud against your teeth. “How about I show you?”

“I won’t object to that,” Five breathed out as you started to slither down his body.

When you were kneeling between his legs, you pulled the waistband of his underwear down, revealing the hard cock you had been grinding against. It was perfect, just like the rest of his body, with smooth taut skin and long veins that ran from the girthy base to the suckable head. You made a little moan of approval as you removed his boxers the rest of the way.

Five sucked in a loud, sharp breath when the flat of your tongue met the underside of his dick. His hips jerked up as he let out a low moan. You worked your tongue up and down the shaft, running the stud along the vein and up to the tip, where you licked it slowly and traced it in a circle with the metal ball. 

“Holy… ff–ffuuuuck,” Five groaned, throwing an arm over his face.

“Do you like it?” you asked coyly, knowing full well what the answer was.

Five was panting. “Fuck yes… yes, I really like it… keep going… please.”

You continued sucking and lapping at his dick, drawing patterns over it with your tongue ring and making him whine and hiss through his teeth. You tapped it against the underside of the swollen and leaking head, feeling Five’s muscles tighten in his thighs as he tried to contain himself. When you took him completely into your mouth and you slid your hot mouth over him a few times, making sure the stud was in play, he grabbed your hair in his fist.

“Stop,” he ground out, trying not to sound as desperate as he was. “You have to stop.”

Knowing that meant he was about two seconds away from blowing his load down your throat, you relented and pulled away. You looked up at him as you knelt between his legs, his wet shaft in your hand, and your eyelashes fluttering innocently.

“Fuck,” he growled, his jaw clenched tight. “Take those panties off.” You did as he said and threw your underwear onto the floor. “Sit on my face,” he told you in between heaving breaths.

Just hearing him say that had the wetness pouring out of you and you maneuvered your way up until your thighs were on either side of his head. He grabbed your ass with both hands and immediately went to work.

You had never received oral sex quite like this before. Five ate you out ravenously, like he couldn’t get enough. He was rough and sloppy and relentless, and you had to hold onto the top of the dusty headboard just to keep your balance.

“Oh my god!” you cried out, automatically starting to rock your hips against his face. “Shhiiitttt… Five!”

Five didn’t slow down or change his tactic; he just dug his fingers harder into your ass cheeks and shoved his tongue inside you, drinking up the river that was gushing out of you. The light scruff on his chin and upper lip scratched against your thighs and clit, creating even more friction to drive you insane. 

His mouth was warm and wet as it engulfed your entire pussy, sucking and licking at all of your most sensitive parts. You were riding his face, even as he tried to keep you in line by holding you still. But you couldn’t help it, you just wanted more.

“Yes yes… please!” you screamed as you started to feel the beginnings of an orgasm building.

In one blinding blue flash, you found yourself kneeling over nothing, holding onto the headboard as you panted heavily.

“What the hell–”

Five grabbed you from behind, his hands on your tits and his hard cock sliding between your legs as he knelt behind you. His warm mouth was on your neck and you tipped your head back against his shoulder.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered harshly near your ear as he squeezed your breasts harder.

It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyway. “Yes… do it.”

You pushed your backside out a little to allow him better access and Five guided the head of his cock inside of you with his hand. He didn’t push it all of the way in, instead he stopped and waited.

“Does that feel ok?” he asked gently as he kissed your shoulder.

“Feels so good,” you moaned. “Keep going.”

He filled you up slowly until he was completely buried inside you. He rested his forehead on your shoulder with a long groan. “God… you feel even better than I imagined.”

With a breathy laugh, you pushed your hips backwards. “So you’ve been imagining this?”

Five grasped your hips tightly and slammed his dick harder and deeper with a forceful thrust. He smiled when you cried out. “This and a lot more.”

“Tell me,” you whimpered as he continued to fuck you hard from behind.

“I imagined fucking you in those short little skirts you wear,” he groaned. “Fucking you on the bus with the lights out and you riding my cock.” His voice came out in clipped grunts as he railed into you. “Fucking you on stage in front of everyone.”

“Oh fuck… Five.” You gasped in a lungful of air while your entire body was shoved back and forth and the headboard rhythmically slammed against the wall. “I would let you.”

“You’d let me fuck you in front of hundreds of people?”

You nodded desperately, trying to talk through moans and whines. “I want everyone to see what they’re missing out on.”

Five chuckled softly before suddenly pulling out. Before you could ask him why, he was flipping you onto your back and crawling on top of you. You automatically opened your legs for him and he slipped his entire length inside again. Five gazed down on you, a small smile on his lips. 

“On second thought,” he said before lowering himself to kiss you. “I don’t think I want to share.”

With your legs wrapped tightly around him, he continued to kiss you, deep and long, swirling his tongue around yours. His pace started to quicken and your nails dug into the muscles of his back. Five brought his hand up to the side of your face, sliding his thumb into your mouth and onto the flat of your tongue. You closed your lips around it.

After a few more fast and hard pumps, you felt your climax come on strong and sudden. You clamped down around him as your body shuddered helplessly. Your tongue ring pressed against his thumb as you made high-pitched mewling noises and shaky sobs.

As soon as Five saw you lose yourself, he followed, stilling against you and groaning low in his chest while his eyes squeezed shut and he held your chin with his hand, his thumb still in your mouth. 

“Ah… fuuuckk,” he breathed out, collapsing onto you and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He removed his thumb from your mouth as you caught your breath. Your hand came to rest in his hair, raking your fingers slowly through it as he laid against your chest. Neither of you said anything, and after a minute he pulled out and adjusted himself so that he wasn’t lying directly on top of you anymore. You turned to face him and he pulled you in with an arm tightly around your waist. He gave you a lingering kiss and smiled.

You kissed his chest and he hugged you even tighter. “You’re going to crush me,” you said with a laugh.

“I’m cold again, I need you to warm me up.”

“Well, I’m not a glow stick! I don’t work by cracking me in half!”

Five laughed and loosened his hold on you. “Sorry.”

You used your powers to warm both of you up and Five sighed. “I could get used to that.”

“Are you saying you might not mind sharing a bed with me again?”

He tilted your face up by your chin and kissed you softly on the lips. “Honey, if you suck my cock with that magical tongue of yours again, I will sleep anywhere you want me to.”

You hummed quietly and traced the outline of his lips with your fingertip. “I think you’re the one with the magical tongue.”

He kissed you again. “Just my tongue?”

“Maybe some other body parts, as well.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said quietly before rolling you onto your back. He continued kissing you, his hand stroking your hair and face while his body pressed against yours. You could feel him hardening against your thigh.

“Even though this worked in my favor,” Five murmured in between heated kisses. “I’m still going to kill Klaus.”

You nodded before tipping your head back so he could attack your neck. “Oh absolutely. I’m going to freeze all of his underwear and burn all of his socks.”

Five made a growling noise in his throat as he rubbed his dick between your legs. “Yes, do that. Then I’m going to kill him.”

Your laugh was cut short as Five entered you again, his mouth on yours while he thrusted lazily into you. 

Five paused for a moment to look down on you with one eyebrow raised and a crooked smile. “I don’t care if there are a hundred beds or zero beds going forward. You’re sleeping with me from now on.”

He continued his rhythmic, perfect fucking and you laid a hand on the side of his face. “I think I can deal with that.”

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

astor x reader who matches his energy

Astro With A Reader Who Matches His Energy!

While I don't have the energy he has, I love the idea of falling asleep randomly sksksks I have stuff to do though still, haha! Here you go, dear anon! Thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-Oh my, it's like there is almost two of you now! The rest of the cast just watches as you two try your best not to fall asleep standing up. Astro is still the clear winner in this, he has record times of falling asleep!! You really relate to wanting to take naps like him a lot. Astro does it to save power to give everyone nice dreams so when you fall asleep during the day and stay up at night like him, you can keep him company if you want! He always saves power during the night to use for you to have a nice dream.

-Like him, you also want this nice peace and silence and you like to chat softly with him. No one is making loud noises, you can see the way his eye is fighting sleep because he has a very nice time with you and everything just feels lovely. You have a beautiful voice and he really thinks so, he likes that it matches with his soft one as you both relax somewhere together, especially away from everyone. While he can sleep in record time, your voice doubles that time, insane!!

-Astro always saves enough power to send you nice dreams when you are sleeping through the day rather at night. He wants to convince you to sleep at night like everyone else but you really want to spend time with him! He was about to say anything but yeah, he would take a good while sleeping during the mornings to save as much as he could, not to mention the naps and everything! He can try to stay awake though, no worries!

-He gives you one of his spare blankets and it's SOOOO soft and nice to feel! No wonder he falls asleep faster than you with this amazing blanket! Have I mentioned that he has the best quality pillows too? Use those and holy, it's so easy to relax in them or literally sink in those. Sometimes, he likes to give you them only with the promise that you will sleep well at night or it's those rare days where you actually just can't find it in you to fall asleep. A little use of power with the combination of that soft material? You're out in seconds and you're seeing the best dreams.

-Cuddles while sharing his blanket usually ends with you two taking a good nap as you lean against each other or even one of you is laying on top of the other, cuddling closely with a smile. Whether it's you or Astro who is holding the other, you both fall asleep and stay like that for a very good while. You don't know how he does it every time, but you see nice dreams and even get to hang out with him inside them as an apology from him since he falls asleep in the day so much.

-If you want, why not read books together, watch an episode of something or even something else with him? He can bring you both snacks with his powers too! It's a nice bonding experience with soft talking, just quietly enjoying each other's company. He likes sweets and something that makes him feel soft if when you two are eating from the same snack, he has this soft smile on his face as he looks you chewing happily on it. Have I mentioned how softly you two give each other affection???

-You both listen to each other so well if you talk, if you want to do a thing but don't really have the energy, Astro hopes that the dream he will give you will help motivate you! Especially since during it, you have the energy and feel so nice! If he can, he can also join you with the activity as well, getting closer to you without any of the sleepiness catching up to him! If you want something, say the word, he just wants to see you happy and smiling, you're his beloved, after all!

-The other toons like to call you "Astro 2" or even just comment on how similar you two are. You have a soft voice like Astro, you prefer the peace, you can fall asleep, take naps even or more! It's something that just makes you chuckle. You actually find it pretty nice that you and Astro share the same energy. You just don't have powers or that like him. You really like to admire his power, especially when he uses it to help others this much and ensure they have a good sleep.

-One thing they find funny is how they always find you and Astro on random spots, fast asleep without a care in the world. Many of them think it's adorable! Some think that you two must be uncomfortable in the place you just decided to take a nap in and some just blink twice. Either they leave you alone to rest well together, accidentally giggle a bit too much and wake you two or they try waking you both up if they feel uncomfortable with the place you two picked, come on! The floor can't feel that comfortable to sleep in! Your poor backs!!

-Overall, Astro is happy that you share his energy as well, he always finds himself smiling in your presence and he definitely feels quite comfortable with you around! Whether it's doing something together without much talking, taking a nap, playing in your dreams or anything else, Astro can't help but smile warmly towards you as he feels himself blushing. It's during those moments where he feels his heart race faster as he thinks about how he loves you and that he can't wait to spend more time with you just doing anything!

Thank you for reading! <3

[gabelew]

Bazz's captain office, that I finally sketched out and properly planned, after at least two years of rotating it in my brain.

Bazz doesn't have many personal belongings or hobbies besides *trying to make sure the Domain survives another day*, so the decor is pretty sparse. He dragged in a whole rack of spears and other never-to-be-used weaponry from the armory just to cover up the depressingly bare walls...

[demonsfate]

I'm trying to take a nap but I just GOTTA write this real quick 'cos due to the New DLC Character, there have been alotta discussions and I just feel like many ppl forgot the original points of the earlier games. ESPECIALLY the original trilogy.

Of course, there are many ppl who are saying Clive looks outta place and that he'd fit Soul Calibur more. And the many ppl arguing against this popular criticism just... don't understand? Like they're like "but he's Anime Boy! How does he not fit in?" or old tired "this game has bears and devils!! But HE doesn't fit in??? Lolwhut!! XD" Even though ppl are making jokes about how TK8 is the first time Clive will see a car or billboards (and uh... y'know. that already explains how he's outta place LMAOOOO)

Yes, the original Tek series has ALWAYS had some kind of supernatural or wild element. Notably Yoshi, Jack, the bears (and Roger) and devils / monsters. But like... REALLY THINK ABOUT IT. What were the context of these characters? The animals still fought rather traditionally than flashy or magical. And plus, they were joke characters. They weren't intended to take seriously. Jack, Yoshi (And Yoshi's counterpart, Kuni) and Mokujin are the only really fanatical serious characters in the whole cast. (Even Jack, you can still argue he has more of a "technological" aspect to him than magic or fantasy) Yes, there are demons like Ogre and Devil. But... they were literally final bosses and there's a reason why. Like it was supposed to be a GRAND THING for the mostly normal cast to be fighting fucking monsters in the end. Like that's why they saved it for last, it was something to build up to, and something to be shocking. I think a lotta modern players miss the point of that.

Also using characters from TK6+ instantly makes the argument invalid 'cos that's when ppl started criticizing the game for "getting too anime / far fetched"

Also another cool thing about the earliest games is that a lotta them had aesthetic themes. TK3, for example, had a very gritty aesthetic. Most of the characters looked like they belonged to the same game -- having a biker or sporty look (if not a martial arts look, which is obvious) You can see what the theme they were going with here. In TK8, we have characters of all kinds of different styles -- some clashing. (We got Jin and Xiao, who match with their black outfits. But then we got some military outfits, and then some in suits, and some that look like fairies like Alisa, and so on) Which just makes me feel like as the games go on, they just stopped caring about "style" as much, y'know? Like sorry but I can't picture TK8 Alisa (even if I do love her) or Clive in TK1-TK4.

Gon is another example they like to use of a third party feeling totally out of place. But... again, context matters! Both Gon and Dr. B. were secret characters that were meant to be taken as jokes. Like Gon literally has a move where he farts on the opponent. The difference is, we're meant to take Clive seriously. This totally out of place character isn't meant to be funny.

Like I'm glad some ppl are happy about Clive, of course. But like, I totally understand the criticism / concerns some people have. And like, I just feel like a lotta ppl talking about it just don't rly understand the issue.

[orcelito]

Despite all odds, I have arrived home safely👍

Turns out that the earlier goop was the better goop. The adderall goop. The adderall has worn off now though. So I am. Very incredibly out of it.

But I am home. And I will take my quick shower. And then I will climb into bed.

I do need to eat. But... later...

[ham1lton]

mini sm au abt chronically online yn at the aus gp? 👀 ik the camera panned to her when lewis said leave me to it please on the radio and she was like 🤠

WAKING UP IN VEGAS MELBOURNE

summary: yn is a lewis hamilton stan first and his fiancée second.

same universe as not a chill girl! <3

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yourusername: SCUDERIA FERRARI YAYYYY

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user1: girl omg not u being bilingual. u speak spanish too?

— yourusername: MI GENTO LATINO!!!

user2: welcome to suffering girl.

— yourusername: im always suffering babe. my man loves the job more than spending time with me 😓

— yourusername: lewis has told me that i have to clarify this as he spent 18 hours with me yesterday but that’s literally a whole 6 hours he wasn’t with me and that? that is neglect.

— user3: you’re so me.

— user4: cause what is more important than the LOVE OF HIS LIFE??? 🤨

user5: miss seeing u at grand prixs queen!! the look ate today.

— user6: she looks so good in red.

alexandrasaintmleux: love u 🤍

— yourusername: virtual kisses 4 u and leo <3

user7: do u like australia yn?

— yourusername: saw a kangaroo and cried. cause why does it look like that i’m scared. but!! the sun is lovely. my tan is gorgeous 😜

user8: her and alex literally napping on each other yesterday? they’re so cute wtf?

— user9: MY fav wags.

— user10: hottest on the grid IDGAF!

user11: did u have a hand in lewis’ black outfit today? it was sexy. (sorry i have to be honest 😓).

— yourusername: honestly? no. although i am a stylist, i tend to dress women more often then men. he has his own very distinctive style and i recommend things but never put a look together for him. but!! i do have veto power.

— yourusername: call lewis sexy all u want babe it’s objectively true. i don’t get offended 😛

user12: this race was so bad. ferrari need help.

— user13: need a ferrari lewis win so idgaf. i will manifest this. he will!!! get his 8th championship.

— yourusername: girl I WAS CHEERING. I WAS SCREAMING. I WAS CRYING. and then I checked the final standings and realized I hallucinated a podium.

— user14: not u being delusional….

— yourusername: you must be new to my page xx

user15: did u at least get a good pic with him today?

— yourusername: yes but he blinked. but i looked really hot, my hair was so good. so now I have to photoshop his eyes open. again.

user16: YN i saw the broadcast. why were you biting your nails like a mother at a talent show

— yourusername: bc my fiancé was out there risking his LIFE and also because i may or may not have had $20 riding on him winning.

user16: not you repping ferrari like lewis didn’t just get P10

— yourusername: i was trying to manifest greatness with the red. didn’t work. real embarrassed rn.

user17: are you okay???

— yourusername: emotionally? no. physically? also no. i wore so kates.

user18: i saw you arguing with a ferrari fan in the paddock??

— yourusername: she said leclerc was hotter than lewis. so i naturally had to defend my man’s honor. sorry alex xoxo

user19: where do we apply to be like you and have this relationship.

— yourusername: step 1: delusion. step 2: good lighting (most important). step 3: never be normal. delusion is just manifestation in heels, believe in yourself baby. i do.

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[kxsagi]

hihihi~!

i really love your work and had a request to see if it was possible!

what’s your thoughts on bllk men if they were a girl dad? of course, they would be aged up. do you think they’ll do awesome or completely struggle with their daughter?

i just love girl dads, they’re so cute. i love bllk, too. so, why not put them together? <3

if you can do that, you’ll make my day!

“𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐫𝐚”

a/n: hi, this idea is so wholesome, i love the fluff!!!

i absolutely live for the daughter effect

(art credits go to kisa0813 on X)

ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, barou shoei, mikage reo, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi – “will try his absolute best but is also stressed 24/7”

reads every parenting blog and book he can get his hands on like it’s soccer film. 

cries the first time she says “dada.” 

overly worried about her crawling near anything mildly dangerous. “is that corner too sharp?? is the floor too hard???”

can braid hair decently now, but he watches a tutorial every time. 

tried to play soccer with her once. she picked flowers instead. he proudly kept them in his wallet for weeks. 

dad rating: 8/10 (competent, but emotionally overwhelmed).

nagi seishiro – “lady dad turned ultimate softie”

thought being a dad would be too much work… until she fell asleep on his chest once. now she has him wrapped around her teeny tiny pinky. 

lets her paint his nails. also lets her put stickers on his face. doesn’t flinch. 

he carries her on his shoulders all the time. even when she’s like 9. 

naps together = sacred bonding time (his love language as well). 

doesn’t know how to say no, so his daughter gets whatever she wants. 

dad rating: 10/10 (shockingly incredible and a natural, chillest girl dad on the planet).

bachira meguru – “chaotic good dad”

teaches her how to climb trees and paint murals on the walls (with washable paint… sometimes). 

she has glitter in her hair and so does he. always. 

they make up silly dances in the living room. matching pajamas. karaoke battles. 

lives for being called “her favorite person.” 

tells her monsters aren’t scary because she’s scarier, and she believes it. 

dad rating: 11/10 (she’s a menace just like him and they’re thriving).

itoshi rin – “emotionally constipated but trying so hard”

very awkward at first. holds her like she might explode. 

eventually becomes her quiet protector. she doesn’t need words when he’s around. 

learns to tie pigtails with surgical precision. might not talk much, but he’s very present. 

when she gets older and gets her heart broken, he will hunt the boy down. 

secretly lets her paint his nails black. she says he looks “cooler” that way. 

dad rating: 7/10 (emotionally struggling, but loves her more than anything). 

itoshi sae – “cool dad but unbothered until she calls him out”

acts chill, but his daughter has him clocked. “you act like you don’t care, but you bought me five outfits for one field trip, dad.” 

drives her to school with sunglasses on. she still holds his pinky. 

always says “no” to tea parties… until she calls him “sir sae of the pink palace.” then he pulls up in a crown. 

gives subtle but powerful advice. “you’re already better than anyone who doubts you.” 

dad rating: 9/10 (low effort, high impact. she’s his favorite person but he’ll never admit it out loud).

barou shoei – “terrifying to everyone but her”

she has a bow in her hair and he has matching scrunchies on his wrist. he pretends he doesn’t like it. 

yells at anyone who makes her cry. teachers. kids. possibly clouds. 

makes her eat vegetables. makes them look like her favorite animals first. 

draws a lion on every lunchbox note. sometimes it says “roar today” in all caps. 

once attended a ballet recital in a full suit. cried when she did a spin. 

dad rating: 10/10 (terrifying dad, softest girl protector ever).

mikage reo – “spoils her endlessly and unapologetically”

designer baby clothes. baby yoga. a mini sports car she doesn’t even know how to drive. 

makes flashcards to teach her 3 languages before age 4. 

will throw her a birthday party that costs more than a wedding. 

but if she says she’d rather have a picnic with him? he’s packing snacks in 2 seconds. 

wants her to know she can do anything, even if it means letting her “do his makeup” for 2 hours straight. 

dad rating: 9/10 (rich, extra, but devoted as hell).

kaiser michael – “wants to win best dad award… but needs help”

overly confident at first. “this’ll be easy, i’m amazing with kids.” drops the pacifier on the first try. 

secretly has parenting books hidden in his bathroom. will never admit he cried at a lullaby. 

tries to teach her german before she can even talk. 

his daughter tells him to stop showing off when they’re at the park. 

gets offended when she says “mommy’s stronger.” 

dad rating: 6.5/10 (trying his best, needs some humbling. but he does love her to pieces). 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[ilikerafayelwaytoomuch]

LADS men on a roadtrip

A/N: just some head cannons of the guys on a roadtrip and how they'd be. I miss roadtripping :(

Rafayel

Passenger princess 10000%

Will refuse to drive long distances, unless absolutely necessary

In charge of music and snacks

Literally has any snack or drink you could ever want ready to go. Just ask and he's reaching over and feeding you

Made a banger playlist just for the trip

Has to pee literally every hour

The third time you pulled over to a gas station for him to pee, you were a bit annoyed

He noticed and felt a bit bad, so decided he would go the rest of the trip without making you stop

Literally dancing in his seat shaking his leg 2 hours later

When you question him he tell you why he didn't say anything and you tell him he's stupid bc the last thing you want is for him to piss himself

Man's gotta go 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also gets super whiny the longer he's sitting in the car

He's getting car sick, bored, hungry, etc and that's your problem 😠

Sylus

I feel like he's driving most of the way

Chill music playing in the car that just makes you fall asleep

Drives extra carefully when you're with him bc he doesn't want to hurt you or wake you up

Smiles softly when he looks over at you hunched over asleep and drooling 🥹

Would rather stop and chug an energy drink than wake you up to drive your share

I don't think he'd be super prepared with snacks and would rather opt to just stop somewhere and grab food bc he doesn't have to worry about money

He'll play silly road trip games with you when you're awake

If you're awake and notice he's starting to get tired, he'll agree to let you drive some

He insisted he'd only need a 30 minute power nap and he'd be good to go

Ends up sleeping for waaaay longer bc he was just so comfortable and relaxed with you

Prob a bit upset when he wakes up bc you didn't wake him up and let him drive

Xavier

Another passenger princess

But he's basically asleep the entire time, the movement of the car just puts him to sleep 😪

Would probably start off energetic and chatty then fall asleep mid sentence

That leaves you free to do whatever. Listen to music, that podcast or audiobook

He'll be out for most of the drive

When he wakes up, he's super confused and insists he never sleeps in cars (he always does, even if it's a 30min drive)

He wakes up starving and thirsty, so be prepared to either stop or pack snacks

Once well rested, he'd play some music and sing along with you for HOURS

Y'all are basically having a karaoke session and competition on the way to your destination

I do think if you got too tired to drive, he would take over. But only after he naps first 😠

Zayne

I feel like he plans ahead with you to decide how much you all will drive

So either halfway, or switching every so often so neither of you get too tired or unfocused

I think he also prefers not to talk in car rides, opting to listen to an audiobook or something

So when he's driving that's what he's doing while you rest or game or whatever you want (he doesn't mind)

If you get car sick (same 🥲) he'd be so prepared with anything you need

Medicine? In the back seat. Water? Snacks? Crack open the window? Whatever helps you, he's on it

Wants you to be comfortable, even going as far as making sure there's an extra blanket and pillow in the car for you 🥹

Ofc this means he's also got a plethora of snacks and drinks for y'all

Will drive a bit longer than y'all agreed on if you're still asleep, letting you get your much needed rest

When you're driving I think he's trying to sleep but actually can't sleep in cars

So instead he's got his headphones on listening to a book

If you like talking when you drive, he'll happily chat or listen to you yap, still making sure you're focused on the road

No accidents happening on his watch 🫵🏻

Caleb

I think Caleb prefers to drive and you'd have to do some convincing if you want to

He'd be practically falling asleep at the wheel saying he wasn't tired and could drive 🙄

When he eventually lets you take over he's passed out in seconds in the seat

Gives you princess passenger treatment for sure

Anything you need, he's got for you

You want to stop and stretch your legs? He's pulling over as soon as he can

Doesn't care if that means stopping every 30 minutes as long as you're happy

Y'all's trip would be a good mix of blasting music and singing along to it, teasing each other, at least one deep talking session, and quiet time

Basically just goes with the flow

Speaking of, you've got to navigate or keep an eye on the gps bc he wont

He doesn't care where you're going as long as you're there

I think he'd be super into cars and mechanic stuff, so if anything weird happened while driving, he'd be able to pull over and fix it

Overall a very easygoing road trip

[twistedpink]

I have like an unusual amount of dad!asks in my inbox rn, and they’re all sauve/responsible types, but what about your goofy guys? The ones that complain about “the ol’ ball n chain” at work only hours before worshipping you with a level of husbandry that can only be taught through backbreaking cuddle deprivation?? IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM SHUT UP (reader is implied afab- talk of “your” kids. Maybe he gets pregnant idk)

Husband!Ace HATES doing dishes with every fiber of his being, but he also likes getting fed.. Decisions, decisions,, Very into the “good cop/bad cop” routine. He’s good cop, obviously, but he sucks up after every tantrum you handle with the same puppy eyes he shares with your runt. It’s especially effective after he cuts out alcohol for fear of your kiddie getting high off of more than just life, and he gets hottttttttttt,,, Totally a neighborhood dilf- You’re guarding him like a particularly sexy discount, and he loves it <3 If you have more than one kid he makes a joke of “running out of options”. Naturally, he names the kid after Riddle for the bit. It backfires so completely that everyone’s calling him some kind of angel, and Riddle 1.0 contributes to the fucking college fund. His life couldn’t be worse if he tried.. At least his spouse’s still hot <3

Husband!Ruggie in two words. Grill. dad. And he looks good doing it! He’s literally living the dream,, Stable job, loving marriage, and just enough kids to keep him busy well enough into retirement- If you’re looking for anything productive being done on the weekend, you won’t find it at the Bucchi house. He’s done his time, but he’s always excited to ignore work emails! The fridge is fully stocked, and at your insistence he’s way too involved in HOA politics. The two of you are also totally couple goals- All your friends can agree the Bucchi’s are the people to call for birthdays. The only issue your kids ever have are overeating and toy theft.. Wonder where they got that from? (DAD BOD RUGGIE DAD BOD RUGGIE UGHHHHH)

Husband!Floyd’s just thankful you didn’t accept his proposal in Highschool,, He can admit he wouldn’t have been a good partner then, and that’s okay, because he makes up for it now. He works remote, always snacking and in range of his shrimpy for bad days- Plenty of cuddling, and so much clinging it’s rare to see either of you alone in public. He immediately attaches to your kids the same way- always sleeping in their rooms and kissing on their baby faces,, despite how hard he worked to get the big family he’s wanted, I imagine you probably had to go through IVF or surrogacy for any success on account of biological differences. This really shows in their childhood before it’s safe to take any transformation potions,, It’s torture to just observe the baby from outside their aquarium, but Floyd’s present enough for two until they’re old enough for a whole new world <3

¡Bonus!

Husband!Epel’s the only teenage dad on the list, and you guys got hitched QUICK after meemaw chewed him out for reckless sex- Even if it got her the perfect in-law. Gets all muscular after college, and keeps you whipped with those hip muscles that make a V. Ends up having more little girls than he knows what to do with. They all play winter sports at their dad’s behest, and he damn near shoots any boyfriends on the property. 7/10

Husband!Idia gets to live the housewife dream- Gaming pc next to your work computer, and a full 30 minutes of blissful silence when your little power naps after hours of Daddy plays! and Freakin’ bots!!,, He had to quit swearing when the baby started mumbling less than pg first words, but they fist bump when kiddie can avoid getting grounded by “the final boss”- So all thing’s considered, your player 3’s not so bad after all. (He’s still mourning the loss of his limited edition “Magic Rumimi- Sakura dreamscape” figurine, but give him a couple years and it’ll blow over.) 8/10

Husband!Lilia’s never been able to get this vulnerable with anyone. EVER. He’s working on it with his own kids, but it’s much harder to communicate with a toddler, especially when half-fae aging is SO sporadic. They’ll both have to watch you age, but your light never dims, and he’s getting all the pictures he can! Your baby/ies grow up in a home so full of love it’s embarrassing, and there’s always memories to look back on fondly of time well spent <3 10/10

@bju3c0re @kyokills @rinship

[crheativity]

SUMMARY: Something goes wrong, and you’re in tears. How do the Overblot boys help you?

WARNINGS: Tried to keep things vague but sorry if it’s a lil too specific sometimes. Reader is Prefect. Written under a romantic presumption but could possibly be read platonic. The Hell Word pops up in Leona’s and Idia’s. Book 3, Book 4 and Book 6 spoilers in Leona’s, Jamil’s and Idia’s respectively. I wrote all of these late at night also, so fair warning

NOTES: sorry it’s been a while, life go brr. This is heavily self indulgent, and sorry if it’s OOC. Might do the others (First, Second & Third years) if enough people want it. 

Also, if you like this, please feel free to check out my Valentine’s Day Event!

He hesitates for a moment, hands hovering beside you as he thinks carefully about what to say. As he speaks, his voice begins to shake. 

“Thank you for trusting me of all people with your feelings and circumstances. I… I am so, so sorry, Prefect. I’m-- I wish I was good at this - there are no rules for comforting someone you care about - but I’ll do my best. I— I can’t imagine what it’s like, going through what you’re going through. What you’re about to be going through. But— of course, all of Heartslabyul and I are at your disposal. Anything, anything at all that would bring you a moment’s comfort or peace, please come to us. I— all of us care about you deeply. Please tell us what to do to assist.”

If you want it (and are willing to excuse a slightly flustered Riddle), he’ll give you a tight hug, trying to convey how much he cares about you. He hates that he struggles to talk about things like this. For you, he’ll do anything. Anything to bring your rosy smile back. And if anyone dares oppose him? Heads will roll. 

He’s been strangely quiet during your explanation, venting, tears - all of it. He waits until you’re finished - and then a moment longer, to consider his words. He reaches up to dry your tears. With his spare hand, he takes yours and pulls you a little closer, speaking in a low, gentle voice. 

“Oi, Herbivore, c’mere. It’ll be alright, you hear? You’re strong, shameless and crafty. Hell, you give that Octotwerp a run for his money. If you gotta fight tooth and claw to get through this, then I’ll fight with you, okay? Just— no more waterworks for now. Yeah, it sucks. But you’ve cried about things, so now you should have the strength to get up and stick through them. If that’s all you can manage, I’ll get Ruggie to take care of the rest. Just don’t push yourself right now, ‘kay? Good, now rest. You’ll need it after a sob-fest like that.“

He pulls you into a surprisingly gentle hug, rubbing circles on your arms. After a while, he’ll ask if you want to nap with him. Once you fall asleep, he’s calling Ruggie and making plans. No way in hell are you dealing with more than you have to. He’ll fight for you himself if he has to. 

Hearing the pain, the anguish and the tears in your voice, he has to fight back tears himself. He hesitantly reaches out for you. Pausing for a moment, he begins to speak, voice filled with emotion. 

“This is— I’m very, very sorry, Prefect. You do not deserve to go through this— any of this. Should you request anything at all, the Mostro Lounge will provide, free of charge, of course. If there is anything we— I— can do to ease your burdens, please do not hesitate to ask. The world can sometimes be a deeply flawed, unfair place. I wish that I had the power to better shield you from this side. I’m truly, very sorry, Prefect. Please know that I— we care about you. This world is a far better place for your presence in it. Please, let us return the favour for you.”

He (with permission) gently pulls you into a hug, holding you as though you were glass. He was going to find who- or whatever caused you to hurt like this and make their pitiful existence miserable. Those poor, unfortunate souls. 

As you confide in him, Jamil seems to turn strangely quieter than usual. His solution oriented mind begins to whir, thinking about what he can do to help, the logistics of it, etc. Your sniffling snaps him back into reality. Putting solutions aside for now, he reaches for your hands and squeezes them gently, offering you a small, sad smile.

“Hey, everything will work out. It sucks right now, obviously, but in a while, it’ll all be okay. That’s just the way life goes, for some reason. World shattering events can happen, but time marches on anyway. It’ll always drag you with it, too. What I mean is that because you’ll be okay eventually, it can help you be okay now. I guess. And we at Scarabia are always here for you, okay? Kalim’s… Kalim, and I’m always here for you if you need to vent or complain or if you need help. I’m never too busy if it’s you, alright? Just don’t bottle it up… that works out well.”

He smiles a little ruefully at that last comment, then takes off his hoodie and drapes it over you. He tells you to keep it - that way he’s always there with you if you need it. He squeezes your hands and rests his forehead against yours, comfortingly. Jamil wasn’t used to being quite so… hopeful. But you had helped him become better, and he wanted to return the favour.

Vil may be a good actor, but his thoughts were shockingly readable as you vented to him. He seemed to react correctly in all the right places, asking questions but never pressing for answers. When you finish, he gently reaches out and starts stroking your hair. He pulls you a little closer for comfort. He pauses for a moment, then begins to speak.

“I’m so sorry, Prefect. You do not deserve this - any of this. Pomefiore’s students and I are always here for you, no matter the need. Anything you need, it would be our honour and privilege to provide. In times such as these, I find taking care of oneself is extremely important. Not to the extent of perfectionism necessarily, but enough to bring you joy. So please, if it’s not too much trouble, please find one indulgent thing each day. Not something so unhealthy it’d ruin you, but something gentle and sweet. Like a bubble bath, or watching that movie you’ve mentioned wanting to see. It’s important to keep yourself as happy as you can, when life is attempting to do the opposite. And if you can’t think of anything, then please, come to me. Let me take care of you.”

He then, with permission, sweeps you into the biggest, comfiest, warmest hug you’ve ever experienced (Ghibli-style), and stays that way until you move. He wants to do so much more for you. He knows where you’re at, and, being the kind of person you are, he trusts you’ll know what’s best for yourself. He only hopes you let him take care of you, too.

Bro was low key in panic mode. What the hell is he supposed to say/do??? He really, really can’t afford to screw this up. He’s pretty sure he’d get a -1000 debuff to his Charisma stats if he doesn’t say the right thing. Usually, he wouldn’t particularly care if it was just some NPC he had to comfort - but this is the protagonist we’re talking about! And Ortho’s not here, just his luck! He sighs and his mind races back through every Otome/VN game he’s played and every shoujo romcom to figure out what in Twisted Wonderland he’s supposed to say.

“Uhh, that’s not very… plus ultra? Shoot, I mean-... That sounds really tough. I’m sorry, Prefect… Stuff like that is rough… I’m, uh, not the best person to go to for advice. Not particularly known for my ability to… handle stuff. mentally. But uh, I’m always here for a distraction if you need. That’s what I typically do. Distract until you don’t feel anymore haha… but uh, that’s probably not a good thing. Still, though. I’m always happy to play games or watch anime with you.. Or something. Those are my favourite things, not necessarily yours. We don’t have to. It’s honestly enough just to hang out with you… ugh, that was cringe, wasn’t it?”

Once you assure him that it was very much not cringe, he sighs in relief and gives you a small, soft smile - not an expression you’ve seen often on him. He reaches over and pulls out two controllers, throwing one to you. He boots up a game, commenting how he’s not gonna go easy on you just because you’re sad. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You cautiously ignore the thunderstorm brewing outside as you vent to Malleus about your problems. You carefully construct your words and phrases, to protect Sage Island from month-long hurricanes. After you finish, Malleus asks if you are comfortable with physical affection. With consent, he pulls you into a hug. 

“Apologies, Child of Man, I am not familiar with methods of comfort. I will do my best - I only ask for your leniency if I say something wrong, and for you to understand that all I say is with the best intentions. I want you to know that I care about you. I believe it is important for those going through difficult periods of time to know where they have true friends. No matter what, Child of Man, I wish to be counted among those. If I am, and with your permission, I will enact all I can to assist you through and out of these situations. I only ask your patience. I promise, I will do whatever you require during this time. Only speak my name, and I will be there.”

Malleus continues to hold you gently, unsure about what to do or say from here, other than gently repeating he’s here for you. He stays there with you until you are ready to move on, then takes you for a walk around campus. And this time, he’ll only go on two tangents about gargoyles you pass.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[astracora]

Poly!LADs headcanons - Bathing/Showering Edition

Inspired by thinking about how cold Raffy's preferred baths must be as a Lemurian.

Featuring all lads (inc Caleb) and main MC.

Masterlist

Rafayel prefers baths, he'll shower if he's in a rush, but he'll mostly want to bathe. This normally involves him spending hours just lying in the bath (Sylus has made a lot of jokes about stewed fish).

Prefers his water ice cold, as a deep sea fishy it's most familiar and while he can use hot water it's not as comforting, and he'll normally only do that if he's sharing the bath or shower with someone else and doesn't want them catching hypothermia.

Has the greatest supply of bathing accessories and products you'll ever see in your life. Anything that's ethically created or not harmful to the environment.

Is still unsure on bath bombs, on one hand, very fun, on the other hand, he likes being submerged in the water and he CAN keep his eyes open and often does. Yes he's gotten the bath bomb stuff in his eyes cause he forgot, yes he complained for hours after and got spoiled to high heaven for it.

Is mostly likely to bathe with Sylus at normal temperature for him (ice cold) cause Sylus is unbothered by temperature changes, so does not require the added heat for it to be bearable. If the temperature of the bath is adjusted, he'll often bathe with MC or with Xavier (who uses it as an excuse to have a nap, because Raffy won't let him drown and he's terrible at bathing alone.)

Always smells delightful after his routines, and they take a while.

Zayne is typically a shower guy, because he's a busy man but cares about looking presentable a lot. His routine is next level organised. Showers are pretty average temperature, but do run a bit hotter especially after using his EVOL.

While he has been known to have a bath, he's more likely to do it with someone else, or if someone has forced him to take it slow and pamper himself or is doing the pampering for him.

Kind of a get in and get out, he has products he likes to use and sticks with those, unless another one is suggested to him and he takes a liking to it. Will take longer showers if he's sharing the shower with someone else, in that case he enjoys taking care of them, and it takes quite a while before he gets used to anyone else doing it for him.

He shares the shower most with Sylus out of anyone (though frankly Sylus showers the most out of everyone so he'll happily hop in with anyone), close second are Caleb and MC. Both of whom he will nudge so he can take care of them, old age childhood friend worries. They do return the favour.

Jasmine shampoo and citrus body wash is the way to go for this man, citrus shaving cream too. Smells like a dessert, though tends to tone it down for when he's working at the hospital cause there's enough strong scents around his patients.

Xavier cannot be left alone to bathe, more than once someone has checked on him in the bath and he's fallen asleep and has almost drowned. Now if he bathes they set timers, or someone will bathe with him. It's not his fault, poor man is exhausted and worn down between how often he spends hunting and his connection to a dying planet.

He's most likely to shower and similar to Zayne he gets in and gets out, but he's also raised a prince, he knows how to self care and groom himself so he always looks good and presentable. He is very fond of baths more than he is of showers, because of this he will bathe with Raffy often. Depending on how he's feeling someone will join him in the shower and help him take care of himself. Especially after a nightly stint as Lumiere.

Water temperature is pretty normal, fairly hot but not that hot. Because of this he's easy to share a shower with.

Prewarning if you wash his hair he will fall asleep even quicker, or get frisky.

He likes really simple scents, things that aren't too powerful just incase it messes with his work. Tends to go with soft florals, it's like lying in a field of flowers, but you can only really smell it up close. (Raffy, Sylus and MC have all buried their nose in his neck before now, and just fallen asleep there.)

Caleb is a busy man so in the farspace fleet, showers are quick, like incredibly quick and whatever he has time for he'll do. Due to this he's prefers bathing when he's not at work, more time, more space to relax (more likely to be able to have MC wrapped up in his arms in the warm water), and just generally a luxury he doesn't really get time for often. He'll still shower when he's in somewhat of a rush to do something, like if he has a date with any of the polycule and he's running a bit late, or just wants to be done quickly cause he's excited.

He's used to cold showers... for several reasons, but also because MC had a bad habit of losing track of time in the shower when they were younger, and used up all the hot water more than once. That said he's chill with cold showers (badum tsh) but he's actually good with any kind of temperature (farspace training means you get used to all kinds of situations, as does DAA training). If it's super hot, the pain of the heat makes his sensory feedback respond better, so he has joined Sylus and MC for the 'I'm scalding my skin off with boiling water' showers, just to get to touch them to his hearts content. (Pre-cybernetic fixing anyway)

Showers most with MC, Sylus and Zayne, bathes most with MC and Xavier.

For work all his stuff is non-scented, at home he'll use whatever he knows MC likes most, he has however tried chocolate-smelling stuff, but they're very hit or miss, also likes fruit smells, strawberry is a favourite.

Sylus loves showering, he will spend such a long time in them, not as long as Raffy spends in the bath, but it's real close. (You best believe he's spending a fortune on heating water in the polycules house, this man does not care.) Temperature is 'burn your skin off' hot, he's a dragon, while he's not bothered by temperature in general, the hotter it is the better. The amount of steam in the shower room after is frankly suffocating.

Has the second biggest collection of skin care and body care products, all his stuff is expensive, but he'll make sure everyone's favourite stuff is stocked regardless. (Very obsessed however with other people wearing his scents, and visa versa) This man luxuriates, his stuff smells like you'd expect a rich man to smell. Woody, spicy and earthy smells. Like you've walked into a fancy boutique, it is pleasant though. He's never overpowering (what happens when you've got an autistic partner), but he does like to smell nice so he can wrap his partners up in the smell by contact.

Enjoys sharing showers with everyone, will happily bathe with others too but prefers his showers, partially cause he's used to needing to be prepared but also because he just enjoys them. He does get handsy, like a lot, but it's not (always) sexually driven, he's just a very big fan of pampering others, and enjoys touching his partners.

Any shower with Sylus will take longer than you planned. (And he wants to have his hair dried and brushed after.)

MC is similar to Sylus for temperature, but not QUITE as hot, will still leave their skin raw though, and will also spend a fair bit of time in there. Doesn't really actively go out of their way to bathe, but will if someone wants them to join them (ill advised to let them and Xavier bathe together, both fall asleep). Also rarely shares showers with others, unless requested or they really need help cleaning up (or are feeling the need for physical comfort and care).

They prefer to just clean up, zone out for twenty to thirty minutes, and then leave, the routine is important, and is a destress method. Has a stool for the shower too, because taking a prosthetic in there is very ill advised and cleaning yourself one handed can be a real pain in the ass. Much easier for them to sit down sometimes.

Doesn't like strong smelling stuff, but does love tropical scents (coconut, pineapple, mango, passion fruit stuff, as long as it's not too artificial) but will otherwise happily use anyone else's stuff, because it's all been stress tested. (And sometimes they just wanna smell like their partners more)

If they do share a shower, they wanna give as much as they take, but all the guys absolutely have to bend down (or sit on the stool) to let them shampoo hair, they used to stand on the stool to do it. They slipped once, it made Zayne so stressed he put a no standing on the stool rule because they're too clumsy.

Has the most basic care routine because they're terrible at taking care of themselves and only really have started since realising HOW bad they were with the polycule. Is slowly adding self care routines as they find ones the like.

[whoistartaglia]

how genshin men react when you fall asleep in lecture

childe will definitely laugh, and then freeze because it came out a little too loudly. you’re still fast asleep though, so he snaps a picture and lets you doze off as the teacher rambles. he thinks you’re cute like this, even if your face is slightly smushed into your notebook—and is that a hint of drool coming out of your mouth? definitely fuel for more teasing later. he will also make a couple jokes when you come to, and should you use his phone in the coming days, you’ll see he changed his background to your sleeping face (did he have to use the picture with drool though?)

zhongli will wake you up. he’s very gentle about it. will coo awake under his breath so the teacher doesn’t hear it, and should you whine that you’re so very tired, he’ll bribe you with promises there’s only thirty minutes left, you can both get food after this, or take a nap together. unfortunately for you, he’s persistent and won’t give up—and he doesn’t feel any shame either, that small smile of his not leaving his face, not even with you give him a pout. oh well. better luck next time.

alhaitham won’t notice that you’ve fallen asleep until at least ten minutes into your nap. he’s just so focused on whatever the lecturer is talking about that he doesn’t notice you’re sleeping form until you’ve slumped over onto his shoulder. he might shrug you off at first, but the effort is lacking and ultimately futile as you snuggle right back up next to him. he’ll let you stay, but just know he’s making a sacrifice, because there’s no way he’s gonna be able to pay attention to the rest of lecture when you’re looking so damn cute next him.

neuvillette won’t let you fall asleep. protest all you want, he’s not going to hear it. perceptive as he is, neuvillette will recognize the telltale signs of you about to fall asleep—the drooping eyelids, steadier breathing, head knocking forwards and back. he’ll nudge you when he feels you getting close to falling asleep, distract you with random questions about the lecture material or if he can borrow your pencils, stuff like that. sometimes it’s a surprise kiss on the cheek and then you’re wide awake. he’s a good-intentioned pain.

wriothesley props up a book in front of you and lets you sleep. you’re a good student, you’ve been working hard, you deserve this nap, even if it’s only five minutes into your hour long lecture. it’s sweet, he’s sweet, except that now he’s starting to feel sleepy. suddenly the teacher’s words are starting to fade into the background, he’s yawned several times in the past minute, and your so comfortable that he might just lean in…. you both wake up about an hour after the lecture with a “see me!” note from the teacher (totally worth it though).

wanderer flicks your forehead and tells you to stop sleeping, this is why you’re near failing the class. you stay awake mostly out of indignation after that one, but if you really can’t make it through lecture without a “quick” power nap, he’ll roll his eyes and fork over his sweatshirt as a pillow. he’ll take good notes for you while you’re in the realm of unconsciousness and wake you a couple minutes before class ends. his face is almost wide with admiration until he turns into a smirk, before he inquires how was your nap and if he should call you sleeping beauty.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Dating Sevika (some NSFW)

Possessive much???

always always always has to have a hand on you

not big on public displays of affection but it;; be a hand on the back of your neck, or pulling you by the wrist or a hand on your inner thigh if you're sat next to her

Love (and I mean *loves*) to subtly turn you on while other people are there

whether it be flexing those big muscles or whispering something to you and then biting your earlobe she will do it just to get you soaked and ready for later

very protective

like, she made you go about with body guards until you begged her to stop that

now she makes them follow you from a distance

you know that but it's better than it was

she wants you to be safe, ok?

Big. Strap, Energy

((and a big strap reality if we're being super honest))

makes her feel powerful

humiliation kink for sure

watching you gag and spit running down your chin while she shoves her fingers or strap down your throat...

she's never seen you look more beautiful.

unpredictable sleeper

like, you've accidentally slammed the door way to hard and she continued snoring

she denies snoring btw

but one time you got up to get a glass of water and as you closed the fridge she was standing there- scaring the shit out of you

will no, does not and cannot tolerate others hitting on you or even complimenting you

a guy smiled at you for "too long", in Sevika's words, and now his face is in a cast

you know that song where it's like "that boy is a really pussy pleaser"?

yeah well, that song also describes Sevika

she will keep you in bed for hours, she'll tie you down if she has to

was pretty shy when you two first got together but once it was clear the feeling was mutual between you two, she got so cocky so fast

she's into goddamn everything

thigh riding, face fucking, over stimulation, body worship, praising you non stop, straps, bondage, degradation, crying kink, humiliation kink.... do I need to go on?

she's an acts of service gal

the first time you got sick she showed up at your door with homemade, still warm chicken soup

didn't say a word just handed it to you and walked in

you woke up from a nap and she'd done your laundry and washed up

she won't let you recognise that she's done those things for you either, you'll try and thank her and she'll instantly change the subject.

She doesn't get obsessed with people easily but when she's pussy whipped she is pussy whipped!

always future planning

pillow talk for you two is her talking about where you guys will be 5 years from now, how you'll be living so good together

she's a quiet drunk

a horny drunk too

she'll come home from the bar late and just feel you up, really manhandle you

all the while whispering about how bad she needs you right now and you're all she's thought about all day

[ramp-it-up]

Muse: One

Muse Preview | Muse Masterlist|| Muse: Two

Summary: You and Ari meet on Raya. Chaos ensues.

Pairing: Art Curator! Ari Levinson x Plus sized model! Reader

Word count: 4.5 K

A/N: Muse will be a series of one shots featuring Muse and Ari, and this one will probably be the longest one. We’re gonna hear from them at least every week. 😏 Big thanks to @princessphilly who basically inspired the premise and then endured me being feral in her inbox. And yes, this is the same Ari that's in Show Off, so this AU is tangential to the Peach and Knock You Down verses. I was honestly working on another fic and this one possessed me. Here I go again. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Ari Levinson: art collector/curator/ fuckboi, Reader: model/ player, dating app life, drinking, casual sex, Dominant Ari, assertive reader, sex almost straight out the gate, size kink (c &b), breeding kink, but protected sex, pussy/clit slapping, praise and degradation, one night stand with zero feelings caught (lies!)

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You weren’t even supposed to be on Raya that night.

You’d just finished a long shoot in a downtown loft where the air was thick with hairspray, and the photographer kept yelling absurdities like: “Give me strong, but soft! Like a powerful whisper!” 

Your feet ached. Your back screamed. The only thing keeping you sane was the cold cabernet sauvignon sweating in your hand.

You weren’t looking for anything. You just wanted to see some pretty faces and feel like a hot girl with options.

Swipe.

Swipe.

No.

No.

Hell no.

Well damn. Ari Levinson.

You’d heard about him. Your model friends had stories about how smooth he was, the size of his dick, and how he ghosted right after getting what he wanted. Classic.

But you got it. On a cellular level. Because you weren’t looking for entanglements either.

You just wanted the D.

His first photo was black and white, him standing in a sunlit Parisian gallery, framed by massive abstract canvases. His hair was tousled like he either just woken up from a nap on a vintage couch or spent the morning negotiating a private sale.

He wasn’t looking at the camera, of course not.

He was looking at the art. 

Ari also looked like art, smart blue eyes and soft lips partially hidden by a beard that you thought would feel good between your thighs. You could tell that he was tall, broad shouldered, and built to last. He was dressed casually, and that’s how you knew he was rich rich.

He didn’t have to show it off.

His bio was enigmatic:

“Chasing beauty, collecting moments. Sometimes it’s oil on canvas. Sometimes it’s the silence between two songs.”

What the fuck does that even mean?

You read it twice.

You meant to swipe left.

But fate, or the wine, intervened.

It’s a Match.

You stared at it for a minute, then typed before you could change your mind.

“Picasso said 'art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” You buying lies or selling them?” Drinks?

He responded within seconds.

He suggested a bar in SoHo with intimate booths, dim lighting, and top tier mixology. 

You almost said no. You didn’t do dates. 

You did vibes, connections, and the occasional night of excellent chaos. 

But something about his response made you curious.

—--

Raya was never really Ari’s scene.

Too curated. Profiles with perfectly lit selfies, vague aspirations, and bios that tried too hard to sound both deep and detached. 

He didn’t swipe often.

But the truth was, Ari Levinson was lonely.

Not in the sad, broken kind of way, more like he was perpetually surrounded by beautiful people who only admired his collection, complimented his taste, but never asked why he kept certain pieces or why he stared too long at sculptures that looked like loss.

His encounter the other night with the newlywed Rogers made him yearn for that kind of fire, that kind of connection. But he didn’t know if that could be duplicated.

Ari was just about to close the app when your profile popped up. 

He recognized you right away. 

Not because you were just beautiful, you definitely were, but because you commanded the image. There was a magnetism in the way you moved, a joy and defiance that didn’t care for permission.

On your profile was a picture of you in oversized sunglasses and a silk robe, holding a book. And another one of you at some red-carpet event, plus-sized and absolutely radiant, laughing like you were amused at the world. 

You were absolutely stunning.

Your bio:

Model. Curvy chaos. Not here for a long time, just a good time.

Ari smiled. Finally, someone not performing a softcore version of forever.

You weren’t like the others, not looking to be wifed up with someone rich and powerful like him. That made you dangerous.

He swiped right instinctively, just to see. Just to admire. 

He didn’t expect a match.

But when the screen lit up, It’s a Match!, his chest actually tightened. 

And then came your message.

You look like you curate galleries by day and cry to phoebe bridgers by night. Drinks?

He choked on his espresso.

It was hilarious.

And too perfect.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve played it cool.

Instead, he typed back faster than he ever had in his life.

“I’m intrigued. 8PM. Little Branch in SoHo. Can’t wait to see you.”

Short, sharp, and confident, not overplaying his hand. 

And it was the word intrigued, not “interested,” not “curious.” And he’d said, “Can’t wait to see you.” 

That got you. Because that meant he was already a little undone.

—---

Ari was already there when you walked in. Black button-up, gold chain, leaning on the bar casually, but you could tell he saw you the second you stepped through the door. He stood, smiled, and you rocked back on your heels as if hit by a bolt of lightning. 

The man was massive. Pictures didn’t do him justice and you didn’t know of the button up was tailored, all you knew is you felt the power beneath it. You also had to stop yourself from turning your head sideways to check out the package in his jeans.

You paused, steadying yourself, and continued your approach..

“Wow,” he said when you approached and introduced yourself. 

You laughed, because no matter how many people ogled you for a living, the involuntary kind of compliments always made you flustered. You swallowed, then turned to the barback.

“Negroni. Empress Gin.”

Ari raised an eyebrow, impressed.

“Oh. A big girl drink.”

You laughed. He kind of loved it already.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a big girl.”

Ari’s eyes slid down your body and you weren’t mad as he did a double take at your jeans. 

“I see. And I like.”

The way he licked his lips made you warm. You raised your eyebrow, imagining him munching away.

“My booth is back here.”

You looked at his large hand pointing the way to the back of the small bar to an even more intimate area. Yeah. You could ride that. 

You walked ahead of him and you knew that he was watching your ass. You didn't mind. That was the point.

His booth was tucked into a corner, shadowed and intimate; it was the kind of space designed for secrets and seduction. You slid in first, and he followed, sitting close.

He signaled for another round, fingers grazing yours on the drink menu as if by accident, and when the server left, he turned back to you with that beautiful smile.

“So. Model, huh?” 

You smiled back at him.

“That’s the rumor. Print and editorial mostly. A few campaigns. But I prefer runways in Europe over the states. I travel a lot.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

You shrugged. 

“Sometimes. But I like bringing the fantasy to life.” 

You took a sip of your drink and his eyes were on your mouth.

“And you? Art dealer, right? Collector?”

“Curator,” he corrected gently. “Sometimes broker. Sometimes buyer. Mostly, I help people spend obscene amounts of money on things they don’t understand.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“So a charming con artist with a gallery?”

He grinned. 

“Exactly. But I only sell what I believe in.”

“Nice. I sell unattainability and the occasional skincare product. We both deal in illusions.”

“Yours just have better lighting.”

You laughed and tilted your head. Something happened in Ari’s chest. He should have run.

“So, what, you sit around all day judging brushstrokes and seducing heiresses?”

“Mostly. And trying not to text back women I shouldn’t.”

“Am I one of them?”

“Too soon to tell. But you’re a strong contender.”

You let that linger in the air for a second.

“So,” you said slowly, setting your drink down with a clink, “is this where you try and charm the pants off me?”

“I was trying to decide,” he murmured, as he took a drink, eyes locked on yours, “if I wanted to fuck you at your place or mine.”

You blinked, just once, but your smile widened.

“Oh, we’re skipping pretense, then?” you questioned. “Good. I hate when men waste my time. When was the last time you were tested?"

Ari raised his brow. You cut right to the chase.

"I get tested once a quarter, last time was two weeks ago. Clean."

"Hmmmm. I tested a month ago. And I'm clean too. But I'm gonna still need you to wear protection."

Ari smiled and lowered his eyes. His hand moved slightly under the table to rest near your thigh, but not quite touching you. A tease.

"Of course. Something tells me you don’t let anything, or anyone through,” he replied.

You studied him, wondering if you were reading worship and destruction into his look or if it was actually there.

“You’re starting to sound like someone who catches feelings.”

“Feelings?” he echoed with a grin. “No, I just like being around wild, beautiful creatures. And I enjoy the ones that bite back even more.”

You leaned in closer to him. 

“You think I’m wild. And you think I bite?” 

“I hope you are. And I hope you do.”

Your leg brushed his under the table. His eyes flicked down, then back up to your face, darker now.

“I have the same hopes for you, Mr. Levinson.”

Ari’s jaw flexed, nostrils flaring. 

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

His fingers moved to your thigh and traced a slow line up your crotch beneath the table. 

You leaned in closer.

“You still sure about just one night?” he asked, eyes on your lips again.

You put your hand on his thigh at that moment, moving it up to feel his thickening cock. You were excited at the potential there.

“One night. That’s the deal. I don’t do second acts. So you better make it count.”

Ari grinned and your stomach flipped.

“Well, then. I need to make it unforgettable.”

—----

You were straddling him on your couch when Ari realized he was in trouble.

He should’ve known the second you walked into the bar, hips swaying and those curves...damn. But here, now, with your thighs around him and your body pressed so close he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began, he was so gone.

Ari wasn’t the type to rush. 

He was all about artful restraint and being aloof. But you shattered that. 

You kissed like you knew just how to destroy him with your lips, teeth, and tongue. Ari hadn’t experienced the feeling since he was a teenager, but damn, he was throbbing underneath you.

And when you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers dragging over his chest, rubbing his nipples under your palms, he swore under his breath.

“Fuck. You’re unreal,” he murmured.

And you just smirked, leaned in, whispering, “I know.”

God, the way you moved. Every roll of your hips was a tease, every drag of your nails down his skin was a stripe he wanted to earn. He gripped your jean-clad thighs thighs hard enough to ground himself, because he was floating somewhere between desperation and awe.

You rode him slowly at first. You wanted him to feel all of it, every breath, every tremor. And he did. 

Your pussy was buzzing with anticipation and you were impatient, but you wanted to savor this one.

You arched as his hips rolled up between your legs, anchoring your hands on his broad shoulders as he branded the shape of himself between your legs. And when he did it again, you moaned and tried to create your own rhythm, but he held you in place.

Ari had to stop you because he only had one shot tonight and he wasn’t going to throw it away and let you cum in your pants. When your orgasm hit, it would be with the slick walls of your pussy clamped around his cock.

So you did the only thing you could, which was to grind down harder on him, causing him to let out a shaky breath, finally moving you against him to get some friction.

"Fuck... let me feel you, darlin'."

Ari made a new rhythm, one he managed with his eyes locked on yours, hands roaming from your waist to your back, then tangled in your hair as you leaned in and bit his bottom lip, making him groan.

“You gonna fall in love with me, Ari?” you teased against his mouth.

“I think I already am,” he said, before he could stop himself.

You didn’t answer, thinking it was part of the game. You just smiled, leaned back, hands on his chest, and started moving faster, driving him out of his mind. 

Every sound you made wrapped around his ribs and squeezed. He didn’t know what felt better, the pressure building low in his stomach, or the way you moaned his name like it tasted sweet in your mouth. The feel of your wet, hot pussy through your jeans was just a bonus.

He'd slept with beautiful women. Charming women. Women who made love like it were their last day on earth. 

But you? You were different.

And the way you looked, curls akimbo, lips parted, eyes locked on his like you were seeing to the bottom of him, that image seared into him. 

He stood, picking you up effortlessly, grabbing you under your ass.

“I’m assuming that your bed is up here?”

You just nodded, breathless at his power as he carried you up the stairs to the loft where your king sized bed was.

He reached the top and dropped you on the bed. You bounced a little as he reached for you and unbuttoned your jeans, dragging them down your legs along with your panties.

Shit, he wasn’t wasting any time.

He stopped and proceeded to strip off his own clothes.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he commanded and you scrambled to comply, removing your top and your bra and watching him undress at the same time. You almost groaned at the sight of his cock.

You hadn’t always been a cock hungry slut, but you were a little obsessed. Ari was big and long, not the longest you’d had, but definitely the thickest. It was beautiful: veiny and flushed, with a large swollen head that leaked precum down his shaft. You knew it was going to be amazing when he stretched you out.

Then you noticed his balls. They looked full and heavy. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you imagined how much cum he’d have for you. Ari smirked down at your wide eyes on him as he pushed your shoulders until you were lying on your back.

He hooked your thighs with his hands and dragged you until your ass was at the edge of the bed and you squealed with surprise as he lifted your feet up to his shoulders. This was quite the change from your usual three positions with your one night stands: missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style.

When he rubbed the his thick tip along your soaked slit, you closed your eyes and moaned. He tapped the entrance to your pussy with his cock, holding your hip to ensure that you didn't make him slip inside you.

Yeah. Ari wasn’t like other guys.

You felt the weight of him as he dragged his cock through your slippery, swollen pussy, smearing your slick all over him and you looked down, mesmerized by the sight. This was going to be good.

Ari looked down angrily.

"Fucking soaked for me," those blue eyes snapped up to yours, freezing you in place. "You always this wet?"

He licked those red lips and if you had a heart you would have been in trouble. You’d never been this wet with anyone before. You just shook your head no, not trusting yourself to answer, lest you have him thinking, correctly, that he was the shit.

But he read you anyway. That smile was both beautiful and annoying.

"For me? You shouldn't have... might get me addicted."

You scowled at him, but then you bit your lip as he started to draw circles on your clit with his penis. You were dickmatized again, eyes riveted to the spot as you moaned.

He tapped his cock against your clit to get your attention.

“Look at me.”

You looked at him through your lashes.

“Do you have any condoms?”

Oh no. Did you? You couldn’t think because of the pre-orgasmic haze you were in. Ari licked his finger and then brought it down to caress your clit while he waited for your answer.

That didn’t help the clarity of your thinking.

“Ch-check the top drawer.”

You gestured toward your nightstand, hoping it was the right direction. 

He left you, opened legged and bereft as he went on his mission, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he said, “Found them.”

Thank god. You were about to beg him to ride you bareback if he hadn’t found any. He sheathed himself and then moved back into his previous position.

He rubbed himself over your slit again, and you moaned.

“Right about here, between these beautiful thick thighs, wouldn’t you agree?”

He was driving you crazy. Your cunt was humming on a five at the bar, but he had ramped her up to an 11. You’d never been this desperate for a cock before.

“Just fuck me, please!”

He chuckled and lined the head of his cock against your entrance, but didn’t push home. He teased you for a second, before dragging it up and down one last time, just to see the look your face.

Beautiful.

“You sure about this?”

His voice was pure sin. You opened your eyes fully and glared at him.

Gorgeous.

“Yes, Ari. I need you.”

That must have been enough because he immediately plunged in, inch by glorious fat inch, straight to your core. 

“Oh fuck!”

Ari’s meaty cock stretched you out, and your head fell back in ecstasy as your hips instinctively arched to take him in deeper. You were panting from pure pleasure as you tried to adjust to his thickness.

“You like that? Like my thick cock in this little pussy?”

“Yes, God, yes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking against him to try to get him to move. He was still as a statue and his jaw was clenched from restraint.

“Tell you what, if you beg me to fill your pussy with cum, I’ll fuck you so hard your head spins. Deal?”

“Um…” you couldn’t form your thoughts to beg, or to realize that there would be no cum filling because of the condom.

“Why don’t you think about it and let me know,” Ari said casually as if he were talking to a customer browsing his gallery.

But he started thrusting slowly into your cunt as the electric current in his dick made you crave the roughness he’d suggested.  You tried to pull yourself together, but it didn’t work.

Ari was transfixed by your breasts. They looked delicious.

“Play with your nipples,” Ari growled.

You cupped your breasts with your hands and pulled at the stiff peaks. He continued his leisurely pace, except now everything was worse. Or better.

Every time you pulled your nipples, you felt a corresponding pull between your legs. And then there was the way he was looking at what you were doing, eyes half lidded and mouth open as you touched yourself. Fuck that was so erotic.

The pressure was building, but you knew you wouldn’t cum until he fucked you harder.

Ari stopped and pulled out.

“Nooooooo!” you cried, and he chuckled at you, as if he was amused.

“I really wanna make you cum, but I think I’m distracting you too much.”

You couldn’t think, but you didn’t want him to stop. A sharp smack against your swollen pussy lips made you yelp and a blast of delight surged through you. 

Holy fuck what was this guy doing to you?

When he slapped your pussy harder, you realized how completely fucked you were.

You would do whatever he wanted.

“Okay okay. Let me think…. Shit, Uh…” you were completely in a daze.

“Are you ready to beg me to fill you with my cum?” Ari reminded you of the question at hand.

He brought a finger back to your clit and rubbed devastating circles around it.

Jesus fuck, it was like he didn’t really want you to be able to talk. Catching a moment of clarity, you rushed it out.

“Please, Ari, fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. Pretty please. I just need your cum. Promise I’ll be the best fucktoy you’ve ever had, please?”

He gave you an evil grin and caressed your clit harder. You whimpered.

“Please, Ari. Need your cum.”

He stopped rubbing and you felt his tip nudging into you, and you were almost purring from the pleasure. He pressed in until he bottomed out, waves of bliss washing over you. You started trembling preemptively.

“Good girl,” he announced as he pulled out gently, only to slam back in hard.

“Oooooo, fuck, oh my god!” you gasped out as he fucked you ruthlessly. 

The sound of your moans mixed with the squeaking of your bed, and you continued to play with your tits which only increased your pleasure.

You went from one peak to another as you quickly spiraled toward your orgasm, Ari’s grunts each time he sank into you helping to speed you along.

“Such a….good… little… breedable…. Fucktoy…..”  

He slammed into you, groaning with every word. All it took was one brush of his finger to push you over the edge.

You screamed, “Oh, god, yes!” as you came all over his cock and writhed against him as he roared that he was cuming. New waves of rapture surged between your legs, traveling throughout your entire body.

He drilled into you for a moment longer, and the intense aftershocks were almost too much to bear. When he finally pulled out, the room swirled around you and you let out a tiny giggle. 

Ari did promise to fuck you hard enough to make it spin.

He went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom and then returned and pulled you up the bed to make you his little spoon.

You reveled in the smell of sweat and sex, almost getting high on the scent. You laughed softly like you couldn’t believe what just happened. But he knew. He knew exactly what happened.

He was ruined.

But you were a one-night promise, a walking fantasy with no intentions of calling back. And still, as you lay in bed with him, catching your breath, his hands on your body, Ari knew he didn’t want this to end. 

Not anytime soon.

“You don’t have to stay if you have something in the morning…”

You meant that to sound more definitive, like you were inviting him to leave, but Ari had wrecked you so much that you didn’t have the energy to be cold. That was the reason you turned, burrowed into his chest and let your eyelids get heavy.

Ari chuckled. 

“Don’t worry, Muse. I’ll get out of your hair soon. Just catching my breath.”

“... the fuck is Muse?...” you questioned on your way to sleep, the rhythm of his fingers on your thighs the nails in your coffin of sleep.

“You are. You’re my Muse.”

You didn’t quite feel the kiss on your forehead. But you smiled.

—----

In the morning, the light in your apartment was rude.

It filtered through the curtains like it had a personal vendetta, hitting your face just as you tried to pretend the night didn’t happen the way it did. Your limbs were sore in that satisfied way, like you’d run a marathon, but only with your hips. 

You stretched. Yawned. Felt the warmth behind you.

Shit.

Ari was still there.

He was on his side, one arm slung over your waist like it belonged there. His broad chest was on your back, and his nose buried in your neck, breathing you in.

You shifted. He didn’t move. Just tightened his hold with that annoying, possessive kind of tenderness.

“Morning,” he mumbled into your skin, his gravelly morning voice threatening to do you in.

“Mhmm,” you answered, noncommittally. You carefully peeled his arm off. 

“You can go, you know.”

That got his attention. He lifted his head, messy hair falling over his eyes, beard pressed with pillow lines. 

He looked like sex personified.

“Damn. No coffee? No kiss on the cheek? Not even a fake number on a Post-it?”

“Don’t make this weird, Ari.”

You’re out of bed now, grabbing your robe from the chair, ignoring the way his eyes tracked your every move. You knew the drill. One-night stands didn’t turn into brunch plans.

He propped himself up and leaned against your headboard like it was custom-built for him.

“Wasn’t trying to. Just… didn’t think you’d be in such a rush to forget me.”

“I’m not,” you lied, tying your hair up with a scarf, trying to be as unattractive as possible. 

You had no idea that to him you looked like the most beautiful painting he'd ever seen.

“I just like to keep things clean. No open tabs.”

“Hmm.” 

He studied you for a long moment, then stretched like a cat, unapologetically naked and smug. 

“You always kick people out like this? Or am I just special?”

You sighed. He wasn't making it easy. He was too comfortable in your space. Too charming. Too in your face.

“I didn’t peg you for the lingering type.”

“I’m not. But something about your bed makes me reconsider my brand.” 

He grinned. 

“And you snore a little. It’s cute.”

You whirled around. 

“I do not snore.”

He laughed. Like it was a private joke between you. It softened you for a second. Just a second. You cleared your throat and motioned down toward the door.

“Seriously. You should go.”

He nodded slowly, slid out of your bed and grabbed his clothes, treating you to the sight of him getting leisurely getting dressed. When he caught you watching, he grinned, and you scoffed, going down the stairs so you wouldn’t be tempted stare any more.

Ari walked past you, stopped at the doorway and turned.

“If this is your way of making sure I don’t catch feelings... it might be too late.”

That caught you off guard. He shrugged.

“It’s fine. I’m not asking for a toothbrush or a drawer. But if you ever want to fuck again… or talk about art… or do both at the same time…You know where to find me, Muse.”

He winked. The mutherfucker actually winked, then walked out like he didn’t just ruin your perfectly controlled system. 

You stood there, silent, heart hammering a little harder than you would have liked. And only when the door clicked shut did you whisper: 

“...Goddamn it.”

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Muse: Two

So… whaddya think? 🤔

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Lnds men taking their kids(s) to first day of school

Y'all I can't I accidentally posted this shit half way through writing. Which reminds me why I don't like writting 🫠but here yalll go

Xavier : daughter

Xavier would be the type to be waking up late for his daughter first day of school and other school days But lucky you woke them both in time before they're gonna run late , bec you had an early mission today Even if they run late your husband could just teleport with your daughter to the school "this is a crime for waking up this early just for school " you husband complain next to him was his daughter robbing her eyes with one hand and the other holding her dad hand You already prepared everything last night, packed her bags, set her uniform on the hanger and also asked her and your husband what kind of breakfast they want

You both get out of the house and head towards the elevator "Sorry I can't go with you bunbun, but daddy will drop you off " you apologize to your daughter as u can't bring her to school for the first day you give your husband and your daughter a good bye kiss before heading off in your motorcycle going the opposite direction "Looks like it's just you and me princess hold my hand and don't let go "

Sure he could just teleport there, but- " do you want me to carry you? " your daughter just nodded, with that Xavier lifted her up walked towards the school while his daughter took a lol nap on the way there

Arriving at the school and looking around which class his daughter will be staying, he puts her down and kneel to her level

" so this is where I'm going to stay in a few hours?" Your daughter looked around the classroom

Xavier just nodded and patted her head before telling " yup, just like what we talked about last night. after that I pick u up and maybe mommy too "

" okay... But promise me to pick me up in time okay Daddy " she holds her pinky out, without any hesitation Xavier wraps his pinks with hers " I promise ''

Soon after both you and your husband pick up your daughter from kindergarten.

" Daddy ! , mommy! You came in time! " she runs towards you guys and hugs both of your legs

Overall your daughter first day of school when better then her classmates. Because she didn't know why everyone cried at there parents. It's not like they leaving them there forever .

Or they didn't had the talk the night before

Zayne : son

Let's say like father like son.

It wasn't hard to wake your son up for the first day of school . Because you don't have to wake him up by the time you when to his room he was already getting dressed

So you decided to make some morning breakfast and their lunches. Breakfast was something simple , fluffy pancakes with some whipped cream and berries dusted with power sugar

As for lunch some rice with stir fried chicken with some vegetables including carrots. Even if they both don't like carrots they will eat them no matter what because you made them , and also why , you took this advantage to feed them some carrots ( bec it's good for the eyes ). But not very day, just a few time a month

After they finished eating your son and husband took their belongings and head towards the door, as you about to join them they stopped you

" my love , I think is best if you take some rest. You had a rough day yesterday. Let me take care of our lil snowflake to school "

" but it's his first day "

" it's okay mommy, dad is right you need to take extra rest and beside you can go with me tomorrow also you can pick me up after school "

What a wonderful husband and son you have taking care of you

Both getting in the car zayne check if his son putting his seatbelt on from the mirror , with that he head straight to his son school

First day of school was just like other days but just a lil different. He just had to sit at his desk and listen to the teacher for a few hour

Your son classmates where jealousy of his lunchbox , of course when they ask if they can have a bite he immediately said no, even when they asked for the carrots .

A no is a no

You son highlight of the day was when you pick him up from school and headed toward his dad workplace on your motorcycle. He likes being around his dad office learning and observing him because in the future he wants to be like his dad so he can take care of you in the future

Rafayel : daughter

Everything was going smoothly ,everything . From waking both them up and getting ready for school .

Rafayel definitely spent about half an hour dressing his pretty daughter up.

" are we going for pigtails or a messy bun orrrr braids?"

" which color bows do you want? "

" let's add some sparkles these glitter spay will do just perfect"

From eating a light seafood breakfast and heading out of the door and into his sports car everything was smooth sailing

Until you where standing at the school gates. Everyone looked at your husband sport car, you knew and HE KNEW. As it shows it on his face but don't mind him he loves the attention he's getting from the people

Looking for your daughter classroom was easy. The hardest part was letting her go and your husband to let go of her

" Rafayel, darling please let her go."

It was going well, you told your daughter that she's gonna stay here for a few hours and then picking her up. Until...

You're about to leave with Rafayel until you daughter runs up crying for the both of you. And your darling husband lost it.

You husband and daughter hugged each as you both cry creating a scene that got looks from everyone

Let's say you spend the whole 15mins to break the two of them apart with the teacher help of course. The teacher comfort her and you do the same with your daughter and husband.

Rafayel pouted the entire way to his car his red eyes are hiding behind his sunglasses

" I can't believe you Rafayel " your husband just scoffed at you as you laughed at him. He continue to opened the door for you before closing it .

Rafayel drives you to your work which u have him a kiss afterwards.

" one more goodbye kiss " it wasn't one it turned into 10

At home Rafayel watch his clock tiks , he wishes it would go afters. When it was finally time to pick you and your daughter up he was the happiest man he could be on earth

The moment your daughter and you husband eyes meet they both started running towards each other. Embracing each other like they been separated for 800years

Stylus : twin boys

It's not surprises that sylus woke up and made breakfast for all of you when you came down from the stairs as you just dress the twins up for school

You set up the table with the help of the twins of course. You put your twins lunches in there bag and you do the same with yours before heading out to the garage

Sylus debate on driving his SUV or take the bikes. You ended up with the bikes and making a wager out of it

" whoever make it there first is the victor and the last one there will grand the victor one wish" which sylus words you put on your helmet and so does the twins

" mommy vs daddy . This will be easy" your oldest said towards your youngest " get ready because mommy will win " your youngest fights back to his older twin

The race started when Mephisto cawed three times .

"Caw...caw... CAWWW" and off y'all go

Sylus ended up winning and your oldest son cheered and demanded his twin to give him his dessert for tonight . He agreed but-" next time I'll come back for your ass "

You dropped the twins in there class and sylus took some photos so he can print it and put it in his photo album, for future memories

The both of you said goodbyes to your kids and head back towards your bikes

" oh sweetie I haven't tell you want I wish for as victorious. I want us to try for another kid a daughter this time ." Feeling the heat rise up your cheeks,You punch his shoulder earning a chuckle from him " I'm being serious sweetie "

After it was time to pick up your twins from school. The both of decides it was best to take the SUV instead of the bikes

When the two of you arrived there was a sight to see. Your twins boys already a line a group. It looks like ther where playing cops and robbers in the playground . Your twin boys being the cops and some other

It looks like they where making a plan to capture the robbers. Both of them took leaderships and successfully capture all the robbers and putting them in jail

" looks like they took leadership after their father " you told your husband smiling at the twins working together

"Don't worry our daughter will take after you, sweetie" you just punch him again and called the twins as it time to go home