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Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically the werewolf pack and their animalistic lover from this post.
Cant get them out of my head right now and someone said something about getting their little human lover a tail so now I must.
They would go wild if their little human ordered an adorable little puppy ear and tail set. The headband blends into their hair so well and the tail already wags so nice from how giddy their human is. All of them start acting like big ol' puppies trying to get you to play with them.
It just fits you so well so after the first set they start buying more, in a playful puppy mood? You've got floppy puppy ears and a waggy little tail. In a silly kitty mood? They made sure to get the softest faux fur pointed kitten set with a long pretty tail. Oh and dont forget when your just in a floppy bunny mood! Once again they've got you in the cutest set of bunny ears that can either be upright or lose and floppy with an adorable cotton tail to add!
They love spoiling you with cute pet stuff, even though they are literal wolves they'd rather have you as the soft little pet. So sweet in your oversized nest so they can all cuddle you in a warm pile of fur, blankets, pillows, and plushies.
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What if Soshiro's girlfriend was nice to Weapon 10 because it saved his life and instead of being flustered 10 also start liking her and now Soshiro feels like he has to share his gf with the suit!!
A small continuation to 'Suit Anomaly', based from this ask! (Click here for Part 3)
Author's Reply: Hi, Anon! This sounds adorable! His gf's semi rude attitude towards No. 10 was because of the injuries Soshiro got from their fight, but she's not a totally cold person so I can see this happening! I shall do my best âĄ
Requests and messages are welcome on my ask box! I can also write for Narumi and Mina (・シĎシ・)ďžâĄ
Just a few weeks after the nationwide cataclysm orchestrated by Kaiju No. 9, you once again found yourself standing in the very same training facility right after a small kaiju attack from the previous day. This time, youâre equipped with your own numbers weapon just in case it goes haywire after all the damage it sustained.
âHow does it feel?â you ask him.
âStill as uncomfortable as ever,â he said. âCanât say this thingâs more tame now, itâs as battle hungry as always; but it kinda listens to me and has a lâil bit of common sense now.â
You snort, hearing No. 10 roar an âAre you saying Iâm stupid?!â at him.
Knowing him, Soshiro just refuses to tell the truth: Heâs grown comfortable wearing his numbered suit, despite the strain it deals on his body. Itâs particularly crazy how heâs able to wear it and fight using it again just after a few days of being discharged from the medbayâany normal officer wouldnât be able to walk after that destructive fight.
"Hmm⌠You both did well in yesterday's fight," you started, followed with a sigh, "But you didn't need to go all-out at all. They were just small fry!"
Soshiro comically scratched his head, "No offense sweetie, but I think you're just upset you didn't get to kill one yesterday. This guy wanted to wipe 'em all out for ya. Some kind of thanks for actively watchin' over the suit's repair."
"I didn't say anything like that!" it complained.
Soshiro crossed his arms and complained, "Ya keep dragging me to her area! Told ya she's as strong as we are, but you kept screaming at me saying somethin' like 'Oi, Hoshina! Ain't you gonna protect your little foul mouthed girlfriend?!'"
"Stop lying! I just wanted to get a higher kill count; you're being too lousy in battle!"
'Ah⌠compatibility aside, the arguments aren't stopping soon.' you thought.
You cleared your throat, getting their attention back to you. "If that's the case, then I extend my deepest gratitude to you bothâbut you don't have to worry about me!"
Proceeding to closely inspect the suit, you went down on one knee and thoroughly observed its tail, which had been severed during their fight with Kaiju no. 12. You started caressing it, seemingly deep in thought.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I told you I'm not a pet!"
Soshiro just quietly observed the scene, curious at your actions.
Going to stand in front of Soshiro again, you bent your upper body forward to meet the Kaiju's eye.
For the first time since he's donned this suit, you gave it a sincere smile. "I give you my deepest thanks for protecting Soshiro. You did well."
Silence.
After a minute of solid silence, the tail started aggressively swaying around and a frantic scream from Okonogi caught yours and Soshiro's attention.
"Vice Captain! Platoon Leader! I advise you to end the monitoring sessionâthe suit's rapidly overheating for no reason!"
Eh?
Soshiro started pulling the tail, trying to get it to behave. "You cyclops! Keep still! My girlfriend's not flirtin' with ya, not with a Kaiju!"
"Cyclops?! I'm not even doing anything, bowlcut bastard!"
As you laugh at the entertainment in front of you, the Kaiju detection alarm goes off.
"Let's go. Make sure you let me kill some today, alright?" you said, mood heightened.
That being saidâŚ
In the midst of the battle, it took Soshiro a great deal of strength just to stop the Kaiju suit from rushing towards your aid.
The both of them started arguing again after the fight, as Soshiro saw how its tail was subtly waving when you approached them, as if asking to be caressed again.
"Ya don't get to ask my girlfriend to touch yer tail! I'm not sharin' her with you!"
"I didn't ask her anything! And would you look at that, she's already touching it!"
With a pout akin to that of a child getting their lollipop stolen, Soshiro said, "Dear, ya don't have to do that! I'm right here!"
You giggled, wanting to tease him a bit. "And I can see you well enough, 'Shiro. You'll get your kisses later, yeah?"
He groaned, continuing their seemingly never-ending argument.
Oh, you can get used to this.
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~740 words | warnings: spanking, collar+leash, rough sex, p in v, some dirty talking, DIY porn (pictures & video), mentions of video calling, 'slut' used at the very end, sorta proofread <3
thinking about jeongin bringing home that stupid collar with his name on it. this has literally plagued me for WEEKS but i was so caught up in requests that i never wrote anything for it until nowđ
he knew it looked good on him from the onslaught of texts you had sent throughout the day, but in the back of his mind he knew it would look much better elsewhere
which is how you ended up on your hands and knees on your shared bed, your ass cheeks only stinging as he squeezed the already burning flesh.
he took his sweet time appreciating your body with his eyes as he reached for an item in his bag. & he didnt really bother explaining much. other than making sure you were in the mood and okay with having sex, he had kept completely quiet about his plans.
he laughs almost maniacally as he suddenly buckles the collar around your throat. "yeah... I knew it would look better around your neck. innie's pretty little pet?"
oh and that metal clinking noise followed by your head getting snapped backward? yeah... you have no idea where he managed to get that leash. but you cant really bring yourself to complain or ask about it when he slides into you right after finishing his sentence.
he pulls you into him with each thrust by using the leverage from the leash and quickly finds a brutal pace that doesnt give you much room to think, or really breathe for that matter.
the only sounds leaving him are his frantic panting and occasional possessive comments followed by a groan:
"you think I don't see the way my hyungs look at you? huh? you think im that stupid?"
"you're mine. don't fucking forget that."
"think seungmin could fuck you this good? oh! what about channie-hyung? huh?? i asked you a question."
his hand comes down on your ass roughly and you squeak. you attempt to jump forward and run from the stinging sensation, but the grip he has on the leash is too strong. you can only struggle against the leather, causing the metal to make a clanking noise as he tugs it towards him again.
he slams his hips against yours roughly, bottoming out, and stops completely. he loosens the hold on the leash and just stares, letting you catch your breath for a moment, and only a moment. because he has other plans.
plans that include flipping you over and shoving a pillow under your lower back. then sliding back into your dripping cunt and wrapping the leash around his knuckles.
this time he doesnt really tug or pull at it. he just holds you in place with it as he starts fucking into you with more vigor.
& you think that's all that will happen- only the position change. but ohhhh are you so wrong. & he proves you wrong by leaning to the side and grabbing something that is just out of your vision.
thanks to your watery eyes from the lack of air you had up until this point, you dont realize what it is right away. not until you hear the clicks of a camera.
you manage to blink some of the blurriness away in time to notice the flash of his phone taking a photo of you. his phone covers his nose and up, leaving you the toothy grin that spreads on his face.
"say cheese!"
obviously you dont, but he still takes the picture; making sure to capture the shiny metal spelling out his stage name and the humiliated tears that start to fall down your cheeks. his eyes meet yours through the screen of his phone and he moans loudly, hips faltering.
"mmm- let's take a video, jagi. 'n i'll send it to the group chat to show the boys what theyre missing out on."
he curses, his orgasm sneaking up on him faster than he thought and causing him to slow his hips, not wanting to cum just yet. he sighs heavily as he changes to slow and steady thrusts, "or maybe i should start a group call, huh? wanna be our little cam slut?"
he waits a few seconds before he gets impatient and yanks the metal leash towards him, literally dragging you out of your daze. you blink and more tears fall.
it seems to only egg him on though and he finally moves the phone to show off his full face; a sex-crazed smirk with his tongue poking the corner of his lip and his dark eyes staring down at you like youre his 5-course meal.
"what do you say? shall we give the boys a show?"
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đŻđ˘đŹđđđŤđđĽ - lee minho x fem!reader
wc: 5.8k
cw: this is a piss fic, you have been warned - don't like don't read, established d/s dynamics in a relationship, SMUT MDNI.
synopsis: your boyfriend has something he wants to try in bed. you didn't expect to like it so much.
a/n: like i said before this is a piss fic, if you don't like don't read! thank u to the sweet girl who commissioned this & thank u to my babies may and nessa for proofreading and also my ems <3 i was super nervous about this so i hope u like <3 smut warnings ofc under cut
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sw: PISS, established d/s dynamics, dom!minho, sub!reader, subspace, SERIOUSLY THEREâS PISS, face fucking, oral (m rec), very negotiated kink, minho calls reader a plethora of pet names, nipple play, one (1) face slap, minhoâs condescending and MEAN, choking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, squirting, reader calls minho sir briefly, brief aftercare but more offscreen!!
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Itâs always daunting when Minho gets like this. You know exactly whatâs going to go down tonight - youâve discussed it extensively. You always have to discuss it extensively. Minho is nothing if not a good dom, and thereâs rules and regulations that you have to adhere to, even if he is your boyfriend.
It still catches you off guard. He paces across the room to your shared wardrobe, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and exposing his veiny forearms. Youâre perched on the bed, the exact way he told you to be in your plain black underwear. The fresh sheets are a welcome coolness on your warm skin. Youâre overheating in excitement. You canât wait.Â
Heâs going to piss on you tonight. Heâs going to piss on you tonight, or maybe even in you, heâd said - he wanted to make you well and truly messy. Just the way he liked you. He told you heâd be mean, maybe even meaner than normal, and youâd agreed to it all before climbing into his lap and begging him to take you on the flimsy dining table chair in your kitchen in all of your excitement. He had chuckled, brushing a hand over your head with a teasing little âyou want it that bad, huh?â. He still fucked you, so your plan went as hoped.
âI want to talk to you about something before we start, jagi,â His voice is smooth, low in volume, yet you hear every word loudly. You nod in response, and he turns and blinks at you, slow and cat-like. Oh, yeah. You were forgetting yourself already.
You blush in embarrassment of how far gone you are already, and he smiles, soft and barely noticeable. Fond. âYeah, Min?â
The blush only continues to spread when he finally, finally climbs onto the bed next to you. Heâs still in his work clothes, shirt tight on his broad pecs and his trousers tight on his thighs. You try not to stare. You fail, and he chuckles, using two fingers to prop your chin up to look directly at his eyes.
âThis scene is a little harder than the other ones weâve done,â He looks at you. It would feel scrutinising, the way heâs sizing you up, but his eyes are so full of fondness you canât feel perceived at all - only admired. âIâm a little worried you may fall into subspace. Do you know what that is?â
Heâs using his dominant voice on you, you swear. The tone of voice thatâs level, not quite monotone but very, very straightforward and firm. Almost strict. It makes you rub your thighs together in need. Your boyfriend is so sexy when heâs like this.Â
A quick scratch to your chin has you blinking back into reality. Yes. âYes, I do know what that is. Iâve never done that before though, have I? So I probably wonât now, and-â
âWe donât know that,â Heâs firm when he cuts you off, but presses a kiss to your nose nonetheless. âI need to know if youâre okay with me continuing if I notice you getting all floaty, jagi. I wonât if you donât want me to. This is all in your hands, yeah? You know you run this show.âÂ
He chuckles, lightening the mood, but heâs right. When Minho first introduced you to this, you realised very quickly that despite the dominant being physically in charge, it was definitely the submissive that held the reins. Itâs hard giving yourself over to someone so viscerally - itâs a vulnerable state to be in, letting someone decide your limits and decide whatâs best for you.
Despite that, youâd let Minho fuck you outside in six foot snow, so you were definitely down for being fucked in subspace.
âYes. Yeah, I want you to- I think itâd be hot, I think,â Youâre babbling already, and Minho smiles again, his teeth glinting in the low light of your lamp. âI think it would be hot if you carried on, and I was like- all fuzzy, and stuff. You know?â
Itâs silent for a beat, and then he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. âCute. Remember I love you, jagi, okay?â
Oh. Oh, you were starting? He normally only said that before you started, and before you can question him, heâs pressing his mouth against yours firmer, harder. Itâs messy, the way he dominates your mouth instantly and uses one hand to tangle in your hair, yanking your hair back. You whimper against his lips, and he bites your bottom lip in response, finally moving to press you down to the bed with him on top of you. He starts to trail kisses down your face and your neck, and you can't help but let out a small noise of excitement. Before you can beg him to leave his mark on you, he quickly moves back up to your lips and starts to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth in an act of possession. You wrap your arms around him and bring him closer, feeling yourself getting a lot more than just worked up.
His chest is muscled, the slightly toned soft muscle that only makes sense on Minho. Heâs not heavy on top of you, only a presence where he licks and sucks into your mouth until youâre leaking into your panties. He pulls away, his lips dropping to your neck, and you canât be anything more than pliant the way you let him use your skin and mark you as his. You are his. Mentally, emotionally, physically - any way he wants you, youâll let him.
âI love this body,â Minho groans, his voice low and gravelly. âSuch a filthy fucking body. Youâre gonna let me piss on it, arenât you?â
You whine, loud and unabashed, and Minho chuckles. Itâs a puff of air against the exposed column of your neck and your hips cant up, searching for friction.Â
âOh, you are,â His hand moves down to your bra, searching through the lace for your pebbled nipple. The lace is thin, pitch black and almost sheer, and a grin forms on his face when he manages to pinch your nipple meanly. âLook at how excited you are for it. Your nipples are so hard, are you that excited for my piss?â
You try to nod in response, but a quick slap against your cheek using his spare hand has you reeling to try and form words. Youâre babbling before you can even think. âY-Yes! Yes, Minho, Iâm excited. I canât wait, I wanna- I wanâ taste it, will you let me? Please?â
He hums in consideration, yanking down the cups of your bra to expose your tits to him. He was right - your nipples are hard and pebbled, dusky against your flesh, and he ducks down to engulf one in his mouth. His lips are full, plush like pillows, and his tongue darts around your nipple in small kitten licks. Soft, wet, warm. Pliant. His.
Minhoâs bunny teeth are quick to bite at the peak, and you whine, back arching up to get more of the painful pleasure. He coos at this, finger running over your areola once when he pulls back from your chest. He sits back on his haunches, fingers deftly making quick use of his belt. The way he pulls the belt from the loops on his trousers have you remembering all the times heâs whipped you with it, and your eyes go blurry. Youâre staring directly at the extremely prominent bulge in his trousers as if you somehow have x-ray vision and can see his cock in all its glory already.
âIâm going to fuck your face,â He explains, pushing down the expensive branded boxers to his thighs. His thighs are thick, muscled from years of dance, and you nod at his words despite having your vision solely trained on the bulging muscles. You canât even keep your attention there for long - his cock springs out, hard and flushed and so big, so thick in the tight ring he forms around the base. The veins look as though they could be practically throbbing beneath the skin with arousal. âIâll fuck your face, and Iâll piss down your throat. Do you want that? Tell me.â
Heâs asking you, and you canât believe it. Of course you want it, but you respond anyway. âI want it. I want it so bad, Minho. How do you want me? On the floor, on my knees? Or do you-â
âOn the floor,â He looks towards the ground, pleased with himself when you heed his commands immediately. Youâre quick to dive off of the bed and sink to your knees on the floor, and Minho lets out a fond chuckle before standing in front of you, ever the image of dominance. The hardwood floor doesnât save your knees, still feeling hard and uncomfortable, and the way the pain bites into your legs has you shifting even more. It turns you on, being used and treated like an object, and being put on the floor to suck cock doesnât help any. Youâre positively ruining your panties by now.
His trousers are pushed down to his ankles, the perfect juxtaposition of black, thick material against his milky skin. His shirt is rolled up just enough for you to see the bottom of his tummy, hairy and soft above his cock. You expect him to keep it on, but you watch in awe as he unbuttons his shirt quickly and throws it to the side. His chest is exposed to you then, all broad muscle and dusky pink nipples against his skin.
He pumps his shaft in his hand a few times for good measure, just barely a few inches from your face, and then heâs tapping the cockhead on your lips. âOpen wide. Câmon, kitty cat.â
His tone is condescending, almost patronising, and you hold back a whine. When your lips fall apart, heâs pushing into your mouth before you can even process it. A blistering, feverish pace immediately takes over his hips, and his cockhead is ramming down your throat with only a slight bit of pain beneath all of the pleasure. You try to run your tongue over the tip, to trace the veins with the tip of your tongue, but itâs impossible. Heâs using your mouth like heâd use your pussy, unabashed and downright mean.
âTake it,â he grunts, looking ever the ethereal being above you. If you didnât know him, youâd swear he was an angel - no, a fallen angel, debauched and with black, wiry wings sprouting from his back. Sweat covers the top of his chest, shiny and wet, and his cockhead presses firmly into the back of your throat. Your eyes water with the intense ministrations on your throat, hands aching to reach out and grab onto Minhoâs thighs. They stay securely on your own limbs, and Minho groans, his eyes staring down into yours. âFucking take it for me. Take my cock, dirty kitty. Donât you dare fucking cry about it.â
Youâd swear he was composed if it wasnât for the way he was looking down at you. Minhoâs mostly quiet in bed, only a few sparse noises, but the fire in his eyes is visible.
The sounds in the room are filthy. Your eyes are hazy already with the force that heâs rutting into your mouth, but when his hand goes into your hair, yanking with all of his might, you hear yourself whine between gags and youâre not even trying to. Youâre floating, fuzzy where your boyfriend fucks his cockhead into your mouth - you canât even consider whatâs going on, not too out of it but out of it enough to question whatâs actually happening around you. Is this what Minho was talking about before? Subspace?
âOh, Jesus. Are you feeling fuzzy already, kitty?â He pulls his cock out, tapping the cockhead on your bottom lip. A string of drool attaches his cock back to your mouth and he groans in approval, feline eyes narrowing. âWent down so easy for me, huh? Do you think you can take a little more?â
Youâre nodding then, subconsciously, but a slight smile on your face. You want more. You need more. You need his piss, wherever on your body that he deems acceptable - itâs like heâs marking you as his territory. Itâs such a primitive act that gets you more than just hot under the collar. If he pisses on you, or in you, itâs as if he sees you as an object thatâs beneath him, not worth anything more than his piss.Â
âGood,â He muses, and then his hand is forming a tight ring around his length. Itâs throbbing, long and thick where it protrudes from his groin with drops of pearlescent precum, and he presses it past your lips again with a small sigh. âIâve gotta take a piss, kitty cat. I want you to swallow it all for me, and then you can have some milk in that pussy for being good. Howâs that?â
You canât reply, because heâs already bouncing your head on his shaft. Heâs resorted to pulling you up and down on his shaft by your hair this time, not grinding his hips rhythmically into the hot, wet cavern youâve provided.Â
âYou know, I really thought youâd say no to this,â How the fuck is his voice calm right now? âBut then I realised that of course youâd be into it. My filthy little fucking urinal.â
You moan loudly around his shaft. Minho chuckles, and then heâs pulling back again, your throat abused and aching at the alleviation of pressure. His cockhead stays at the entrance of your mouth, and he drops a hand from your hair to pump it a few times, raising an eyebrow at you.
âItâs coming,â He warns. âAre you ready? Are you ready for my piss, filthy bitch?â
You moan, nodding, and when your tongue lolls out of your mouth, Minho lets out a loud groan. Itâs primal, and you watch silently as he shakes his head and flutters his eyes closed to try and gain some control of himself. He runs his finger over the slit of his cockhead, and then heâs pushing the tip past your lips again and - oh.Â
His piss begins leaking out of his tip, a slow and steady stream that tastes surprisingly a lot like you expected. Itâs purely Minho, raw and unfiltered, and you whine and whimper and let him fill your mouth up with his piss. It feels filthy, your pussy positively dripping through your panties and onto the floor by now. The stream floods down your throat even as you continue to gulp it down greedily, and you allow your hands to finally find purchase on his thighs, fingernails digging into the muscle. He allows it, his hands both moving back to your hair to bob you on his tip just a little to get the rest of his piss out.
Minho pulls out of your mouth with a soft noise, his eyes staring down at you almost menacingly. You dip your tongue into his piss-slit once more, moaning at the remnants of the taste, and then youâre whining, loud and un-muffled.Â
âMinho,â You say, voice high and needy. You feel as though you want to say so much, you want to beg so much, but nothing is coming out of your mouth. Youâre so fucking turned on you feel like you could die. âP-Please. Please, please. I canât, I canât, please, please-â
He positively growls. Youâre pulled up by two hands underneath your armpits and thrown onto the bed less than unceremoniously, his body sidling up next to you. Heâs kicked his trousers off, you notice, body warm and firm next to you.
âWas it that good? Dirty little thing,â He hums, tongue licking one fat stripe up your neck. âCâmere. Let me taste it on you.â
Minhoâs lips are firm against yours, and his hands are anything but gentle as he slides them down your body. Itâs like heâs igniting you with electricity, every area of skin that he touches feeling warm and too sensitive. His lips trail down your neck, leaving another trail of fire behind them. Youâre pliant, letting him pull you by your hair and your throat into his dominating, overwhelming kisses.
His fingers reach your panties, and his finger dips underneath the waistband. You gasp, holding your breath and wishing, praying that heâll push his whole hand into your underwear, but he simply pulls his finger back with a small amused puff of air.Â
âHnnfg, Minho, Minho, please, I donât, I canât-â
Minho leans over you more then, his eyes dark and half-lidded when he stares into yours. His gaze is all-consuming, but thereâs a slight hint of a teasing smile on his lips. âJesus, kitty. Be quiet,â His voice is low, amused, until all signs of a smile drop from his face upon his fingers finally delving into your underwear. His forearm obscures your vision, muscled and veiny, but you can feel the way your wetness immediately drenches his fingertips. His eyes flicker from your face to your core in awe, lips slightly parted. âFuckin- shit. Jagi, tell me this is a joke. Youâre fucking drenched.â
You are. His fingers smear around in your wetness, spreading it all around your folds. He drags his middle and ring finger down to your hole, wet and sloppy, and you look at him with pleading eyes. Youâre not sure you could talk even if you wanted to.
Minho simply smiles that toothy smile that you love, eyes crinkling. Youâre confused - heâs being nice - until heâs shoving both fingers into you at once. It was a stretch you hadn't been prepared for, and you jolt with a squeal, hands going up to grip onto his forearm.Â
âDo you remember what I said before, jagi?â He muses, fingers curling up into that spot that makes you whine. You do whine, legs thrashing around and toes curling against the sheets. âIf you have any in there, Iâm fucking having it. I want you to piss all over my cock before I fuck you with it, remember? I want you to treat you like the dirty little thing you are.â
You nod, brain still fuzzy and way too overwhelmed. Your pussy squelches loudly around his digits, and his spare hand wraps around your throat in a dangerous grip. Itâs not too hard, but definitely there, and you whimper in approval.Â
Your eyes roll back into your head at the pace he sets against your g-spot, and after a brief, tight squeeze, Minho removes his hand from your throat in favour of using two fingers on your clit along with his harsh fingering. His arm is curled underneath your waist in a position that must be painful to him, but you ignore it in favour of your own pleasure.Â
You feel like you could scream, and you do let out some strangled noise that sounds nothing at all like you. Just when you think it canât get any worse - or any better, actually - he slides another finger in, stretching you out with three of his digits. Youâre dripping down onto his knuckles and you wail, starting to hump against his hand. Youâre going to cum embarrassingly quickly.
âYou better be fucking thinking of asking for permission, bitch,â Minho hisses in your ear. You moan in response, nodding. Of course youâll ask. Something about your boyfriend just makes you want to be good. You want to obey him so he continues to give you such nice things. âYou donât make the decisions. I'm the one fucking that hole with my fingers right now, I'll be the one who says you can cum.â
His fingers thrust into you faster, if it was possible, and you thrash around. The movement brings Minhoâs cock against your thigh, and you gasp at the realisation that heâs next to you, naked, in all his glory. Your fingernails still dig painfully into his forearm, but he doesnât seem phased. âMinho, Minho- Iâm gonâ- please, please, please, I wanna cum, let me come, it hurts, I-â
âOh, I know, I know. It just feels too good, doesnât it? You canât even fucking control yourself, writhing around like that,â He groans, eyes fixated on your face. You know your expression is screwed up in pleasure, eyes watering from the feeling of his fingers inside of you. His fingers begin to slide around on your clit rather than provide any direct pressure due to how wet youâre getting, but you still hump against the sensation with gratitude. Youâd never have anything other than gratitude when Minhoâs being so nice like this. âYouâre behaving like a fucking whore. Beg me for it. Beg me to let a fucking whore like you cum all over my fingers, tell me how good it feels.â
He starts kissing up your neck again with the open-mouthed, wet movements, and you feel like youâre about to burst. Just a little more. Just a little more, and you can, you just have to will your brain to speak. âI-I love sir's fingers, fuck, I love when sir fingers me like this- fuck, sir I'm gonna- can't hold it- I, hnng, I canât, I donât- pleasepleaseplease-â
Minho pulls away from your neck with an alarmed little snort. âSir? God, you are far gone,â He points out, but then heâs pinching your clit meanly with his fingers. It makes you hump his hand a little faster and whine a little louder. Itâs quiet for a beat, and then heâs sighing as if heâs annoyed. You swear you catch him rolling his eyes through your blurry vision. âOkay, fine. Go on then, if you want to cum so badly. Cum.â
With one word, you feel like your whole world is falling apart. A gush of wetness bursts from you and all over the bed, probably soaking Minho too. Your ears are ringing and you can feel the tears brimming in your eyes begin to fall, fat streaks of wetness painting your skin. His fingers donât slow, but heâs groaning in your ear now, coaching you along. He pulls his fingers out, rubbing over your clit with a wet hand that only made you let out another gush everywhere. You were sure you'd screamed.
You wail and thrash through your orgasm, and then youâre panting, body dropping back onto the bed. You donât register Minho groaning, licking his fingers clean - you only realise heâs moved when heâs on top of you, yanking your soaking wet underwear down your legs and finally unclasping your bra. Your hands go above your head, pliant and willing, letting him take control. Youâre fucked dumb by now, anyway. Youâd be no use.
âIf you had all that in there for me, you have some piss in there,â He muses, and you whine, shaking your head.
âDânt need to pee, Min,â You insist, head lolling back on the sheets. Youâre pliant, and Minho grabs your chin with his hand, making you face him. His ears are burning a shade of delectable pink, the flush travelling over his chest and making him look almost embarrassed. You know this state of Minho all too well, though. Heâs so horny he feels like heâs about to explode.
âYou do,â He responds, quick as a flash. You whimper as he presses his cockhead into your folds, just barely teasing the ruddy, flushed tip at your hole. Your hands move to grip onto the sheets next to your head, and just when youâre sure heâs going to put it in, Minho leans down, and then his hand is pressing on the bottom of your stomach. You wail, shaking your head. Minho chuckles knowingly. âYou need to piss, donât you?â
You do. Embarrassingly quickly, just from him pressing on your bladder. âI- itâll make a mess, Min, I canât, I canât-â
âI want it to make a fucking mess,â He scoffs, pressing harder. He continues to drag his cock through your sopping wet folds with his other hand, his feline eyes staring at you with a renewed fire burning behind them. Heâs daring you to disobey. You would never disobey him. âI want everything you have to give me. Piss all over my cock. Do it.â
You clench your thighs, stomach tensing. It doesnât take much, only a slight rubbing of Minhoâs hand on your tummy and youâre pissing. The stream erupts from you in a messy spurt, and Minho groans, pumping his cock to coat it in your mess. You whine, trying to shift your hips to catch his cock inside of you, but the mess youâre making ensures that itâs too slippery to do so.
âStay still, youâll get it in a second,â Minho mumbles, hand tightening around the head of his cock. Itâs substantially lubed now, but he still continues to pump it, hand easing up on your stomach. Something about it has your mouth watering, staring at his cock and wondering how it tastes. Maybe heâll let you suck it clean next time, let you taste his cock mixed with your own piss. âThatâs it, kitty. Get sirâs cock nice and wet with your piss. Dirty little thing.â
When the stream finally finishes, you shift against the sheets, soaking wet and definitely a lot more aroused than you were previously. Thereâs still only one thing on your mind. âCan- can I have it now, please, please?â
Minho nods, his cheeks blazing red. Heâs losing his composure. âYeah. God, yeah, kitty. You can have it, câmere,â He sighs, finally pushing the head of his cock inside of you. It slides inside easily with the wetness of your pussy and the mess youâd made on him, his thick shaft stretching you out and making you moan out for him. You catch sight of Minhoâs eyes rolling back into his head, a long, drawn out noise leaving his lips. âFuck, this is so fucking dirty. Youâre filthy, letting me do this.â
No. Youâre not, are you? Are you dirty? âFilthy?â You question, completely in bliss at the feeling of him finally inside you. Youâll be filthy if it means heâll fuck you. Minho chuckles, and then his hips start to move, a sinuous grind against yours. The noises your pussy is making are beyond debauched, wet, slapping sounds from how soaking wet you are. You whine, bucking your hips up, and Minho lets you, gripping your hips to pull you off of the mattress.
âIâm gonna go harder, okay? I want you to take it for me, all of it,â His voice is close, leaning down to whisper it against the skin of your neck. You nod eagerly, and he pulls your thighs up to rest your ankles on his shoulders. The change in position has his cock hitting you deeper and you gasp, fingers moving to grip on his biceps. He sits back slightly, pulling you closer to him, and then heâs pounding into you. With little to no buildup, you canât help but squeal, your pussy gushing around his fat length. âYou love this, donât you? My cock, covered in your piss, stretching your little cunt out. You love being filthy for me.â
âHhnnfg, hhng, Min, Min, Min, you made me pee, you-â
Minho scoffs, hand threading into your hair. He wraps your hair around his fist and pulls, bent half over you while he pounds your pussy into oblivion. âDonât make stupid fucking excuses for yourself. I can see it in your eyes, you love being like this for me.âÂ
You whine, tears brimming in your eyes again uncontrollably. You canât do anything but just lay there, pliant and gripping onto his biceps for him to stretch your pussy out with his veiny fucking cock. It feels almost too good, too overwhelming. The ridges of his shaft are pressing against your walls, causing a delectable friction that has you clenching down on every outwards motion from him. Itâs as if your pussy doesnât want him to leave, and you donât want him to leave, pulling him close by his arms every time he thrusts inside of you.Â
Minho pushes your thighs apart, and then heâs bending you into a sort of mating press. Your legs rest on his upper biceps and his body folds you in half for him, making you whine at the stretch on your muscles. Youâre loud, embarrassingly so, little âah, ah, ahââs leaving your mouth with every thrust. The change in position allows him to hit your cervix with his length, long and throbbing inside of you, and youâre only louder and more pathetic for him.Â
âCan you hear that, kitty cat?â He whispers, and you hold your breath. Once youâve stopped making so much noise, you can hear it - the sound of your pussy is even louder, wet and messy and when you look down, his cock is soaking with you. With your piss or your slick, youâre not sure, but it has you clenching down deliciously anyway. âIâm fucking your own piss into you, and youâre whining like a little bitch.â
You canât even make sense of what heâs saying. Your previous slight fuzziness has morphed into full blown floating, and you think youâre crying, but youâre not sure. All you can hear is your own noises, loud and desperate while he ensures your pussy never forgets the shape of his cock. âAh, ah, I donât- sir, I donât, I canât, I donât know- ah, oh, I canât-â
âAh, fucking hell,â Minho hisses, gritting his teeth. You watch in disappointment as he pulls his cock out of you, forming a tight ring around the base with his fingers. âI need to cum inside you. I need to give you your milk, kitty cat, câmon. Flip over for me.âÂ
He tells you to do it, but helps you anyway. You feel his hands go to your hips to flip you over, and then youâre face down, and some part of you finds the strength to push your hips up to present your pussy for him. But, milk? Youâve been good enough for that?
He sinks back inside you, his cock slick and fat and too much for your little pussy. âThere you go, jagi. Biiig stretch, feel it,â He moans, and you push your hips back on him easily. In this position, your lips are parted and you can feel yourself drooling up a puddle on the sheets. It adds to the mess, filthy with piss and slick and sweat, and you want Minho to lick it all up and spit it in your mouth. He immediately resumes his punishing pace, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust and hitting that delicious spot inside you so well. âFuckinâ tight pussy, ah, itâs so good.âÂ
âH- haa, Minho, have I been good?â You question, eyes blurry and bottom lip slick with your own spit. Minho groans, deep and loud, reverberating through your whole body. He knows you need reassurance, and he nods, a little smile on his face despite his lust-filled, half-lidded eyes.
âYouâve been so good. So good Iâm giving you my cum, yeah? Gonna breed that little pussy, filled it with your piss already, needs my cum now,â Heâs babbling, which is a sure sign that heâs close - but you canât even fathom it in your state. âLittle girl, kitty cat, so good for me, câmere.â
You donât move, but Minho slinks one hand around your hip to rub at your clit. The added pleasure has you jolting with a whine, and Minho lets out an amused puff of air at your reaction. His fingers slide around your clit wet and imprecise, but itâs enough to have you hurtling towards your second orgasm. His cockhead slams against your g-spot, bordering on painful, but the sensation only adds to the throes of bliss he has you tumbling through.
âMin, Min, Min, itâs- âs so good, so good, so big, so- Min, Min, I gâta-â
âYou can cum whenever, jagi. Give it to me, I want it,â His voice is higher, more desperate, and you nod eagerly. He sidles over your back, his sweaty chest pressed to your skin, and then heâs pressing his lips against yours.
Itâs less of a kiss and more of a messy exchange of spit and breathing into each other's mouths. Minhoâs tongue slides against yours as he continues to rub messy circles around your clit, and before you know it, youâre cumming around his cock with a sharp gasp of pleasure against his lips. He swallows your noises, finally engulfing your mouth with his, and you moan and sigh freely through gushing all over his length, the electric feeling making your toes curl.
Minho envelops your hair tightly with his spare hand, thrusting harder and faster, his breathing becoming ragged as he approaches his climax. With a broken whine, you feel his cum fill you up, thick and hot and heavy.
He flops on top of you with a sigh, his body weight a welcome presence for you. You ignore the feeling of the sheets beneath you in favour of closing your eyes and humming contentedly. Youâre still floating, but itâs calmer now, softer. It feels like youâre on a cloud. âSo good, Min.âÂ
âYeah?â Minho grins, his hand now stroking softly through your hair in favour of yanking on it. âYou did so good for me, jagi. You were so, so good, made me cum so hard.â
âYou made me cum hard, too,â You respond, opening one eye to see his face over your shoulder. His cheeks are flushed, hair sweaty and floppy over his eyes, but he has a blissed out smile on his face. When he catches sight of you looking at him, he smiles, and the sight of his bunny teeth has your heart singing. How can he look so cute after fucking you like that? Before you can say anything else, you yawn, and Minho giggles. ââM sleepy.â
âBath first, jagi,â He coos, kissing your hairline. âMy sweet girl. Letâs get you nice and clean and then weâll nap.â
âMm, okay,â Minho hops off of you and you stretch out leisurely like a cat, your body sticky and defiled. You hear him tinkering around the room behind you, humming a tune to himself, and you smile fondly. âLove you, Min.â
âI love you too, sweet girl.â
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imagine youâre too scared to tell neteyam youâre pregnant cause heâs not ready for a family but youâre so wrong yes? this is a little present until iâm done writing the finale of âi trusted youâ series â 1.2k wc
warnings - mention of vulgar language, none other than that! likes + reblogs are super appreciated and not pressured thank you sm <3
âmy baby in you?â â neteyam sully (âż)
youâre scared.
youâre so scared and moâatâs voice dining in your head isnât helping but making it worse. you knew this would happen, it would eventually come but not in a million life time you thought it would be now.
âyou should tell him, my child.â moâat had said to you. âhe must know youâre carrying a fruit of love inside you.â
how can you randomly go and tell him, your mate, neteyam that youâre pregnant with his child? he clearly has told you he doesnât want a family, at least not right now.
you both agreed to focus on yourself and each other and family would come later but here you are crying because of the child youâre carrying, scared neteyam wonât accept him orâŚher.
you havenât noticed how youâre protectively covering your stomach until you had to bring your hands up to wipe your tears
hours have passed since you havenât stopped crying or went to sleep unintentionally.
âprincess, wake up.â a familiar voice echoes in your head and you open your amber eyes hardly since it was swollen and pretty puffed up.
once you recognize who the man in front of you is, you jump and scoot away from him. âshit, did i scare you?â he brings his hand close to you, âitâs me baby, neteyam iâm neteyam, your man.â the way he claims heâs yours makes your stomach even churn
what if he doesnât want to be your man after this?
âthatâs right, come hereâ he calls for you, taking your dainty hands to him and pulling you close for a hug. âyou were crying while sleeping.â youâre both now hugging while neteyam is kneeling in front of you and youâre sat on the thick mat
âsomething bothering you?â
he feels you shake your head and licks his lips before pushing you back a little to scan your face.
âdonât lie to me, pretty girlâ you feel him cup your cheeks and trace your blue stripes as he gives you a melting smile.
did this really need to happen, eywa? why was she making you suffer like this when neteyam was clearly strict over having a baby right now?
âprincess,â youâre pulled from your thoughts when your mate calls for you. âtalk to me, what is it?â
âitâs nothing.â you blurt out and push neteyamâs hand away from you before getting on your feet. neteyam watches you with a furrowed brows when you walk away from him
this time, he calls you by your name and no pet names to make you freeze at your spot. âwhatâs wrong with you?â he didnât fail to notice how your moods kept changing this days
how youâre very argumentative or a crybaby with no reason.
âi said,â you take a deep breath ânothââ neteyam had enough. âcut the crap and tell me, whatâs wrong? you know i wonât leave you alone without knowing whatâs bothering my wife.â
his wife, neteyam was also on his feet now, towering your small body. he knows how stubborn you can be and heâll make sure to fight until the end to know whatâs up with you
âiâm worried, okay? fuck iâm so worried i canât even focus on my trainingâ
right, his so-called training.
you bite your lips and look away, why is it hard just to tell him youâre carrying his baby huh? why does this argument need to happen?
âhey,â neteyam was close to you again, taking your face to his large palms. âplease tell me baby, mhm?â he presses a soft kiss on your lips but you donât kiss back nor smile
âwhatâre hurting you? let me hurt with you, yeah?â
you canât even describe how much you love this man and just losing him scares you so much. but youâve to tell him, sooner or later you have to let him know youâre gonna give birth to the fruit of love you both made after months
âneteââ at your call, your mate desperately hums and searches for your eyes thatâs becoming very teary. âiâm sorryâ you can feel how his face twists in confusion but heâs silent so you can talk farther
youâre finally opening up and he wasn't dating to interrupt you.
but then again youâre awfully silent, only tears trickling down your beautiful face. âwhyâre you sorry?â his heart is now picking up its race and neteyam swallow down his worry
âi know you never wanted it to be this soon, i know youâre not ready and iâm sorry iâm ruining everything.â
the way your voice quivers makes his plan sweat and chest tighten, he hates seeing you in pain. âbaby, please tell me what it is, what am i not ready for?â youâre silent again but neteyam was patient with you
he can see how youâre debating with yourself if you should say what youâre going to say or no
his breath bitch when you look at him, your pretty and big amber eyes wet from tears, neteyam only wipes them off your cheeks.
âiâmâŚâ you stop and take a deep breath, âiâm pregnant, neteyam.â
right there, you donât miss how his fingers stop wiping your tears, how his eyes are slightly widened and his body completely going stiff.
you begin to panic and bring your hands to him which is holding your face warmly, âi-i know youâre not ready and iâm sorry i keâ i keep ruining things for you.â youâre fast to apologize but neteyam wasnât budging that youâre thinking heâs having a stroke
âiâll take care of it myself,â you say wanting to bring back neteyam to himself but no answer, âiâm so sorry, we shouldâve neveââ
things were fast when neteyam suddenly clashed himself to you, teeth clashing to each other when heâs kissing you, your wet eyes are widen and neteyam is desperately tugging on your lower lips with his teeth
did he not get what you said? you literally told him what he doesnât want to hear and heâs kissing you.
one hand on your cheek and the other slides down to your lower back and pulls you close to him, you close your eyes and kiss back.
warm touches and tongue licks your lower lip, neteyam whines to your lips. he breaks the contact and a string of saliva latches to both of you.
âyouâre having little us.â he was pressing his forehead against yours. youâre somehow confused and open your mouth to speak. âyouâre not mad?â you softly whisper and neteyam looks at you like youâre stupid.
âmad? baby, iâm the happiest naâvi alive.â
something in you finds relief and you start to smile.
you giggle when youâre swept away from your feet and neteyam twirls you while laughing happily. âneteyam!â you say in between your laugh but neteyam was too happy to even listen
once youâre back on your feet, neteyam searches for your eyes, âyou have my baby in you?â his eyes were teary when you shyly nodded.
âdonât ever apologize for this, itâs not only you whoâs in this but me too.â he tucks your braids behind your ears, âprincess, youâve no idea how scared i was to tell you i want a family with you sooner.â
neteyam takes a deep breath, âi regret telling you iâm not ready because i was from the start, i just didnât want you to feel pressured.â he says and your lips curve for a smile.
âiâm so fucking ready youâve no idea.â he places a feather light kiss on your forehead.
âi love you baby,â he pulls you for a hug and loves how you fit on his chest. âi love you too.â you hug him back, silently thanking eywa and apologizing at the same time.
i need a man like neteyam and itâs not even a joke, i hope you liked this one! thank you for reading â likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 i love each and everyone of you sm! mwah**
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hi miss jade <3 if it hasnât been done already, could you possibly write poly!marauders with a depressed reader? maybe sheâs having a particularly hard time lately and sheâs trying to hide it from them but they notice sheâs been really quiet recently. then one day while theyâre all just sitting together, one of them looks over and sees a tear rolling down her cheek and they comfort her </3 if this isnât something youâre up to writing i understand! thank you nonetheless lovely <3
thank u for ur request lovely!
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âNo,â Remus is whispering, âthat's the other actor.âÂ
James leans into his side. You've successfully crammed yourselves onto the three seater sofa, all four of you. You're on one arm, Sirius the other. If Sirius and James sit together during a movie they won't stop talking, and if you and Remus sit together you'll spend the entire movie telling each other what other movies the actors have been in.Â
James and Remus seem to have found a loophole. Sirius tries uselessly to reach over their shoulders to touch you, but James blocks him by accident, head tilting back in a laugh.Â
You aren't in the mood for movies. Not their fault, not anyone's, but a melancholy has its hooks in you, and you'd excuse yourself to spend time alone with it if it didn't immediately draw their attention. You're not sure you want to be alone, either.Â
James reaches for your hand even as he speaks to Remus excitedly, âHe's Ryan Gosling, right?âÂ
âYeah, James,â âsaid with loveâ âthat's Ryan Gosling.âÂ
You hold James' hand. It's a very real, very gentle tether, but eventually the noise in the room turns white. You lay your cheek on the sofa arm and watch the movie pass by in colours. Dusky orange, pink, blue rain. Your hard times recently have felt longer, deeper, and you've floundered in them helplessly.Â
Though the boys couldn't make it worse, their devotion tends to hurt. You feel like you're letting them down whenever you can't fight your lethargy. Even now when you're together for a normal night, you're stuck under the weight of it. You could be playing with Jamesâ hair the way he loves, or telling Remus something interesting about the movie. You could crawl across the two chatterboxes and ask Sirius what he did at work today while he draws shapes into the back of your hand. But you're not. And everything begins to feel worse.Â
The TV flickers. The room hums. The tear that slides down your cheek is hot as the drag of a pin.Â
You shift down into the arm to hide it as more follow. James pulls his hand away, and you assume he's just getting comfortable, but he puts it on your shoulder, the sofa whining as he leans in. âHeyâŚâ he whispers, nearly too soft to hear. He must've been watching you. They've been doing that more and more lately.Â
Your shoulders shake as the first sob brews. They aren't overly loud, you aren't wound tightly enough to really cry, you're just defeated. Tired and scared that this feeling is forever.Â
The contented atmosphere in the room drains quicker than snapped fingers. âWhat's wrong?â Sirius asks.Â
You curl away from James. You can't pretend you aren't crying and you don't really want to, but something about his touch feels raw. He comes closer, leaning into you, hand chasing around to your front where it rests over your heart. âIt's okay,â he says soundly. âOh, honey, it's okay.âÂ
James isn't as heavy with the pet names as the other two. When he does use them, they're genuine but said in high spirits. Almost like a joke, his ever-present humour shining through. He's warm and steady behind you, his lips brushing your ear as he hugs you to his chest. âIt's okay,â he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.Â
âSorry.âÂ
Remus says your name unhappily. They know better than to converge on you, and James has always been good at comforting people. Maybe his solidness in both physicality and personality does him credit, but more likely it's his unending patience. He doesn't rush you into feeling better. He just stays right there at your side until you stop shaking.Â
âSorry,â you say again, voice in fractured layers, âI don't knowâŚâÂ
âI know,â he says. âLet's sit up, okay? Sit up.â
Remus gives you a look with just enough heartbreak that when he holds out his hand, you raise yourself up, knowing James will take you by the waist and help you over his lap. You smush in between their legs as Remus wipes your face dry, and Sirius meets your eyes around his shoulder. It all works to lift the weight from your chest, not fully, but enough to breathe.Â
âYou don't have to explain.âÂ
âJust don't cry more,â Sirius begs. He really hates tears, doesn't know what to do with them. âYou're too lovely for tears.âÂ
âUnless you need to,â James says.Â
âRight,â Sirius agrees through a wince.Â
âShe's okay,â Remus says, rubbing your cheek with his knuckles, âhmm? You're alright.âÂ
He isn't pressuring you into pretending things are better than they are, he's encouraging, and he knows as you know that you're not very well, but you'll manage in the end. You sink back into James arms and smile at them weakly.Â
âI'm okay. I just wanted James to rub my stomach, that's all.âÂ
âTheatrics in the name of attention,â Sirius says proudly. âAs you should.âÂ
James wraps his arms around your front, giving your abdomen a squeeze as he leans down to say, âI'll rub your stomach all night if you want me to,â with a warmth so tender it escapes words.Â
Remus drops back into Sirius rather aggressively. âMake haste.âÂ
âMake haste?â Sirius presses his nose into Remusâ curls, his voice dripping with a feigned contempt, âYou make haste, you sick freak.â And then he raises his hand to cover Remus' stomach in mirror of Jamesâ touch.Â
You breathe out long and slow, eyes closing of their own accord. âI'm not going to sleep, okay? I'm just tired.âÂ
James gets comfortable underneath you. âDo what you want, babe. I'm here for the night. If I need to pee I'll just hoist you into Moony's lap for a bit.âÂ
âI can fit two, thanks,â Sirius interjects.Â
âFine. I'll hoist you into his lap. Though I've no clue why you'd want to spend any time with that bossy bastard.âÂ
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hiii since you're taking got requests and i saw sandor is one of your faves: there's this post that's like "submissive like a guard dog is submissive" (i hope this makes sense even if you don't know what i'm talking about) and it always makes me think of him bc he's. you know. the hound. so what i'm saying is anything sandor-related with a dom reader would be very appreciated since i've never really seen anyone write him like this before :] if that's not your thing, that's totally fine though !
oh dw anon u came to the right place <3
sandor clegane x gn!reader; smut, dom/sub dynamics, dog motif, the hound is ur beaten and battered guard dog <3 mentions of violence, strong language, etc.
it doesnât matter how you meet. maybe he serves your family. maybe heâs kidnapped you. maybe youâre just some lowborn whore whose face he pushes into the mattress to avoid looking at when heâs fucking out his anger. at some point, regardless of the roots of your relationship, the hound begins to heel. itâs not always obvious -- especially if youâre not some little lady/lord heâd be beheaded for lifting a finger to -- but itâs there. heâs already spent most of his life like this, and being with you is no different. you canât teach an old dog new tricks.
once he (somewhat) lets you in, the dynamic shifts. youâre not just his liege, his captive, the prettiest face at littlefingerâs silk street brothel -- youâre his. and that makes him yours, he thinks. it means taking care of you, giving you as much comfort and safety that he can offer in this hellish life. itâs the least you deserve for picking him, since now heâll never let you leave. youâve resigned yourself to a cruel, cold, and crass beast; who cares if he has to behead a man or two to keep you fed or hold an entire inn hostage just so you can sleep on a featherbed for the night? heâll never say please or thank you, but heâll always stand in front of you. heâll always lean against the door in case someone tries to break in.
heâs not gentle. heâll growl when you tug his hair, a makeshift collar threaded between your fingers, urging him between your legs or bringing him back up to your mouth. heâll bark about breaking you in, splitting you in half, vulgar words foaming at his mouth the longer it goes on. and when you lock eyes with him, heâll always crumble under the weight of your gaze, lowering his head in some twisted form of obedience. heâll eat out of your palm and youâll know there are mutts in volantis better fed than him.
âsandor?â
you could hear the resulting sigh from a mile away, the sound of his armor clanking as he heeds your call. when your eyes lock on his figure, he rolls his shoulders back, masking the way he bows his head as if it were nothing more than loosening a crick in his neck. itâs hard to tell when heâs blushing, but you swear thereâs a hint of flush blooming down his neck. you think if you asked him to kneel right now, he might even do it.
âiâm hungry,â you say instead, making your way toward him with a small, knowing smile. âletâs go eat.â
+ youâd be better off never mentioning it, but the similarities between sandor and your average dog arenât too far off. he sleeps like one, always either curled into a ball or sprawled halfway out of bed; huffing and kicking with night terrors. he slurps out of bowls and licks his plates clean. heâs good at sniffing out enemies, even better at finding their scent on you, teeth bared as he asks where youâve been and who with. he loves being pet and, if you catch him in a good mood, he'll sometimes nuzzle against your hand. and when heâs got you on all fours, clawing at the sheets or floor while you scream his name, itâs not hard to see he's always been more animal than man.
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She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty | Joost Klein
description: joost klein x f! reader You and Joost manage to find a moment of intimacy over the phone amidst a time of hardship in your relationship. (very much based on of this song <33 so lyrics are scattered throughout!)
content 18+ NSFW, MDNI- phone sex, mutual masturbation, relationship issues, angst/comfort, lots of comfort (if you catch my drift), this fic contains rpf and has been tagged as such, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable, and please block the rpf tag
word count: 2425
I'm only trying to work this out / So if you call me at all don't tell me that I'm ordinary / because I won't be passing you, please don't leave
Your stomach churns at the sound of your phone buzzing, over the last week you had associated the sound of your phone buzzing with nothing but tears and heartache.
You roll over, letting the thick comforter that covers you slip down your shoulders as you reach for your phone from the nightstand. Just as you expected. An anxious hand hesitates to pick up the phone, not in the mood to engage in conversation with who you were sure within the coming days would be your ex-boyfriend.
A sharp pang vibrates throughout your chest looking at the screen that shines at you.
Joost <3
Rather hurtfully paired with a picture of the two of you together, his arms wrapped around you, lips pressed against your cheek in a soft kiss.
You roll your eyes, he was going to keep calling if you didn't pick up. You huff, giving in, ripping your phone from where it sat next to your bed. Reluctantly you answer, your chest tightening waiting to hear the voice on the other end.
"Y/n?" The trepidation in Joost's voice was apparent, "Are you there, schatje?" The inclusion of the pet name made you wince, sounding all too sweet for your displeasure with him at the moment. Usually, you'd revel in his compliments and sweet nothings- but not now, you couldn't.
Things had been unusually hard lately, only exacerbated by the fact that Joost had been away on tour. It seemed like all the two of you had done in the last few weeks was fight. Usually about petty, little things- things that didn't even really matter but in the moment they seemed like everything. Half the time you couldn't even remember what the arguments were about, all that remained were bitter feelings and tear stains that lingered on your cheeks.
It had all culminated last night- a screaming match unparalleled to any other petty argument the two of you shared in recent weeks. You knew deep down that neither of you had meant any of the horrible, venom-dripped words you had spit at each other. But right now it felt impossible to ever forgive, much less forget.
"I'm here." You respond, short, monotone- trying not to give too much away about how you were feeling.
"Oh, y/n," He breathes, "I've been worried, I've been trying to talk to you since last night."
"I saw." You answer, just as short and uninterested as your last statement. Joost had been blowing up your phone for the last 24 hours- so terribly you had considered blocking his number at least for a little while.
"I know you're mad at me, y/n, but I still worry about you, you can't just ignore me like that." His voice is firm like he's scolding you- but you can sense a pain behind your voice, and if you hadn't been so fed up at the moment, you'd almost feel sorry for ignoring him.
"Oh," You snap, "So you're going to tell me what I can and cannot do now?"
"Why are you looking for a fight, y/n?" He sighs, "I'm just saying I was worried about you, how was I supposed to know what happened?"
"I'm not looking for a fight."
"You're always looking for a fight," Frustration is heavy in Joost's words.
"Is that really what you think of me?" You scoff, covering the ache you feel in your heart with anger.
You hear Joost let out a breath on the other end, "No," You note how tired he sounds as he continues, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. You know I didn't mean that."
"I don't know that. It sounds like you did." You're having none of his apology, weeks of growing resentment were not going to be fixed by one simple apology.
"Mijn lieve meisje" (My sweet girl) He coos, "I don't mean to make you so angry." His voice has softened, a stark contrast to the harsh tone of your own voice, "You know I hate to hear you sound like this- even worse to know I did it."
Something about the gentleness of his voice, and the way he seems so aware of his own role in all of this makes your heart thump- and you almost want to forgive him altogether. But you can't, not right now- not yet.
I hear you breathing on the line... / I leave you hurting every night
"Het spijt me (I am sorry), I want to make things better between us."
"I don't know," You mumble, unsure of if there is even anything that could make things better.
"You don't know how badly I wish I was with you," His voice rich with longing, "I need to make these last few weeks up to you. I miss you liefje, I miss us."
You can't lie, you want that too, wishing so badly just for everything to go back to normal, to no longer have this hole in your chest, for your body to no longer ache with this profound sadness.
"It's just going to be so hard to forget last ni-"
"I know, schatje." He cuts you off, "You have every reason in the world to be angry with me."
"Are you angry with me?" You ask, wondering if he mirrored your own upset feelings towards
"Angry isn't the right word, no." And suddenly your stomach churns with guilt, "I'm just tired of how things have been."
You're tired too, tired of dreading his calls, tired of the tears, tired of the sleepless nights regretting every awful word you've said.
"Me too," You murmur
"I won't force you to forgive me," Joost sighs, "Not until you're ready. But I know you're upset, and I want you to feel better."
His words are so soft, so gentle, melting away your anger with each. careful syllable.
"Can you talk to me, please?" He's practically pleading.
"What do you want to talk about?" You're unsure of what conversation could fill this dead air, how you could possibly talk and things feel okay.
"Tell me what you're doing now," He requests, his words quick.
"I'm just in bed," You shrug nothing special.
"Breaks my heart to think about you all alone in that big bed." You can't tell if the pity in his voice is mocking or genuine.
"I guess it's okay," You had gotten used to the loneliness, it was worse in the first few days he had been gone.
"Mh-mh," he mumbles in disagreement, "Hate thinking about how my pretty girl has to sleep alone every night."
There's a sensuality in his tone that makes you clench your jaw, and your breathing deepen. His pretty girl. His.
"In my bed, at that." He adds.
You supposed he was technically right- you had been the one to move into his apartment.
You hum softly into the phone, not able to come up with many words to say, he seemed more like was simply just thinking out loud than having a conversation.
"I miss you," He says again, "Tell me you miss me too, schatje, I know you do."
There's something about the way he speaks that makes you oblige so easily,
"Miss you too," You mumble, head falling to the side as your eyes close.
"Mmm good," He's practically purring to you, "You're so good."
The praise was simple, you hadn't done much past admitting something the two both knew was true, but it felt like it had been so long since the two of you had spoken so gently to one another, and so you absolutely drank it up.
"You're saying so little, what is on your mind?" He pries like he's looking for something specific.
"Nothing, really." You're entirely self-aware of how boring you must sound to him, but it's the truth- sort of.
He hums in response, "Can I tell you what I'm thinking about?" He asks, his voice oozing with anticipation
"I won't stop you,"
"I'm thinking about you, thinking about how beautiful you must look right now, about holding you, how your body feels against mine, about-" He stops short,
"About..?" You trail off, wanting him to continue his pretty praises. A delightful tingle was beginning to spread through your body, his kind words making you weak.
"More of the same," He says quickly, "Just thinking about being with you now."
A soft smile sweeps over your face at the thought, though you assumed your thoughts now had to be a lot less innocent than his. You couldn't help yourself, you'd been so pent up since he left that the smallest words of adoration were setting you off.
Your hands trail down under the covers, rubbing at your inner thigh, before softly grazing over your panties. You let out a sigh, rubbing soft circles over your clit through the thin lacey fabric.
Your breathing quickens as you deepen your movements, rubbing with more intention now. You arch your back, thinking about how this would be going down if Joost was here, the two of you had never needed to have makeup sex before- but you supposed now was as good of a time as ever to imagine it.
You think about how Joost said he needed to make it up to you, about how the last few weeks had been- at this moment you couldn't have thought of a better way for him to make things up to you than with his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock.
Your pussy ached at the thought of him- the thought of you stretching around him as he mumbles sweet words in your ears about how sorry he is.
You slip your panties to the side, a finger sliding down your now-soaked folds, the contact making you gasp, "Fuck,"
You can hear Joost clicking his tongue on the other end of the line- and suddenly you realize what you had just done, your body growing with an uncomfortable and shameful heat.
"So dirty," He chastizes
"W-what?" You sputter, attempting to feign innocence about what you had been doing.
Who wouldn't let you scream 'oh' into a soft pillow / I'm such an animal, and baby honestly these teeth won't let you go
"It's okay, schatje, you don't have to act stupid," His smirk is audible through the phone, "Don't be embarrassed, keep going, let me talk you through it."
Your body relaxes and your embarrassment subsides.
"Now, will you tell me what you're thinking about?" He asks sweetly
"Thinking," A soft sigh falls from your lips, "About you," Your hand slowly crossing your thighs to return to your throbbing cunt, "About how bad I want you." The words are a struggle to get out as you resume drawing circles around your swollen clit.
"Yeah?" He encourages, and you hear some shifting on the phone, "What do you want?"
"I want," You breathe out, "You," Another breath, "Inside of me."
"Fuck," He groans, his breathing becoming louder, "Want this cock, pretty?"
"Y-yes- ah!" You can't suppress your high-pitched yelp as you slip a finger into your leaking entrance.
"Say it, tell me how much you want me to fuck you." He begs, his voice low and gritty.
"So bad, Joost, need to be fucked so bad" Your words are breathless as you pump your fingers in and out, making your eyes screw shut tight. "Fuck, I haven't had you inside of me in so long, I need it." You feel your lower stomach tightening, pleasure taking hold of you.
"How about my tongue, hm? I'd love to taste you right now, always so sweet for me," Joost sounds just about as breathless as you do right now, and the thought of him on the other end only makes you want to work your fingers harder.
"Uh-huh," You whine, thinking about his tongue lapping at your arousal, his tongue trailing from your swollen clit to your quiver entrance, teasing, before taking a dip inside. "Anything- just need you."
"Oh, you have me, you'll always have me." His words are hungry, and you can tell he's speaking through a clenched jaw, "Fuck, liefje, you have me so worked up like this and you're not even here, love hearing that pretty voice of yours."
You're almost positive you're certainly in an even more worked-up state than he is.
"Mmmneed you to fuck me until I can't walk," You sigh, unable to help but think about him absolutely ruining you, his hands groping your flesh as he pounds into you, unrelenting. "My fingers can't reach as good as you do," You can't help but stroke his ego a little, he deserved it after the hell you had been putting him through.
"Oh," He whines, "arme schatje, (poor baby) I know, I know, just keep working those fingers for me though, okay?"
Despite your fingers not being able to hit all the same places Joost can, the pressure in your body is still building, and you can tell you're losing control, especially as a long string of groaned expletives falls from Joost's mouth, his obvious pleasure only working further to push you to the edge.
"I'm c-close," You stutter, your legs starting to shake.
"Speak up, baby- want to hear how you cum for me."
The pace at which your fingers pulse in and out of you increases, working to bring yourself over the edge. You imagine Joost inside you, imagine him bringing you to an orgasm and cumming all over the length of his cock.
You can't talk now, your words are simply replaced by loud moans and gasps as you hope to god you don't wake up the neighbors.
In the throughs of your orgasm now, your back arched- near screaming, "I-I'm cumming, fuck, Joost," You can't finish the rest of your sentence, all you can focus on is the wave of pleasure that overtakes you, the way the tightness in your body is shattering.
"Hold on," Joost grunts, "I'm almost there- hold on,"
You lay on your back, legs shaking, out of breath, listening to Joost on the other end.
He finishes with one final strained "Fuck"
Neither of you speak for a few minutes,- your mind is racing, your thoughts absolutely dizzying as the silence is only filled by the two of you attempting to catch your breaths.
"Still angry now?" Joost asks, finally breaking the tension.
"I don't think so," You're not, you were way too blissed out to feel anything but complete, overwhelming love.
"So you love me again?" He jokes, chuckling to himself.
"I never stopped."
a/n: i added a pt. II to this, find it here
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FELINE AFFECTION - XAVIER SHEN X READER
Warnings : Xavier absolutely gives off âIâm terrified of my spouseâ vibes here because he has 0 financial responsibility, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : tooth-rotting domestic fluff <3
Word count : 1.0K words
Additional notes : My head is simply full of thoughts of that new pose of Xavier in the Glint photobooth, where heâs cuddling a cat⌠and the brainrot birthed this. Iâm so in love with him.
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âXavier.â
For a few beats there was no reply, and then a very hesitant, âYes?â came from the couch they were staring at so intentlyâand for good reason, really. His innocent expression did not erase the truth of what they were seeing.
âWhatâs that in your arms?â they very patiently asked, as though the calmer they said it, the more inclined he would be to answer honestly. A futile attempt at coaxing, when Xavier knew better than to ignore the signs of an oncoming scolding.
âNothing,â he quickly replied, sky blue eyes darting away before they could meet theirs. A very telling sign, if anything; Xavier was weak to them and would always give in with a single piercing glance shooting straight for his heart.
They arched their brow as they set their keys down on the coffee table, before crossing their arms against their chest. âSo youâre saying Iâm seeing things?â
A trick question. He swallowed thickly, carefully contemplating his answer and then quietly saying, âI didnât say that.â
âA contradictory claim.â Their expression was cool, but the challenge in their eyes was anything but. âAnswer this then, are you holding a kitten right now?â
He stayed silent for a few moments. âWell⌠no.â Not very convincingâespecially not when there really was a pudgy tabby cat swaddled into his soft sweater and lazily swatting at the hemâs loose threads, and his own fingers were busy gently trailing across its head.
A strangled noise left them at the sight and his continued denial. Pinching their nose in exasperation, they shut their eyes for a second. âCare to explain, then?â
âTechnically, sheâs a little over two years old, so sheâs a cat, not a kitten,â he mumbled, half to himself, hoping that they would just drop it. It seemed he wasnât in the mood to be very upfront today. But he certainly looked like he was in the mood to tickle the pink paws of his new feline friend and boop her twitching little nose.
âErr⌠lovely,â they strained to keep their voice level and absolutely calm, definitely not freaking out over this⌠fascinating surprise. âAnd whatâs she doing in our apartment?â
âItâs hers now too.â A bold statement to make, from a man who looked likeâwere he a cat too, that isâhis own whiskers were standing on end. âIf anything happens to her Iâll jump.â
âKnowing your luck, youâd survive the fall anyways.â A tired sigh, and then their shoulders were drooping, their fight dissolving all at once. They collapsed onto the couch beside him, and thankfully the cat seemed to be twice as lazy as her new owner was, because she made no indication of having gotten startled, save for a slow blink of her eyes (that was admittedly rather adorable). âFine, have it your way.â
That sweet smile of his graced his soft features, and for a moment their heart thundered in their chest, reminding them that no matter how much they would try to deny it, they really were weak to anything he wantedâas long as he gave them that smile, of course. âSheâs very content like this,â they pointed out as the cat in question yawned, leaning into his finger deftly stroking her forehead.
âI know weâre often on missions, and I didnât want to risk negligence. So I searched for the lowest maintenance kitty to adopt,â he softly said, voice trailing off at the end and an endearingly tender look in his eyes as he continued to pet her. Glancing up at his beloved, he flushed a little at the amusement on their face. âSorry. Sheâs just very fluffy.â
At that they chuckled a little, reveling in the way he let himself get carried away. âItâs fine. I was honestly just worried about precisely that. Pets are a huge responsibility, but sheâd be perfectly compatible with us.â They looked down and watched as she stretched her fluffy limbs, before curling back up into Xavierâs chest, a content look on her adorable face and her tail swishing a little in her light sleep. The resemblance finally became clear. âSheâs⌠an awful lot like you.â
âReally?â he mused, a thoughtful expression on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows a little. âI hadnât noticed.â
âKind of hard to ignore once you see it,â they snorted a little, though they lowered their voice after they saw how the slumbering cat twitched in her sleep at the sound. âYou got all the stuff she needs, though?â
âI may or may not have used up this monthâs salary at the pet store.â Xavier sheepishly gave them a half-smile, though he didnât look apologetic in the least at the prospect of having wasted a ludicrous amount of money on things that the soon-to-be-spoilt kitty may never even use.
Seriously, had he always wanted a cat this bad?
Well. There was no use in admonishing him when he seemed so enamored by the ball of fluff in his arms. In fact⌠maybe a small part of them fell a bit more in love with him seeing him so content with the (admittedly rash) decision heâd made, and perfectly happy with staying cuddled up forever on the couch.
âDid you name her?â they asked, curiosity lacing their words as they peered at her tiny face nuzzled against his chest. âItâs only fair you get the chance to when you brought her in.â
Really, it wasnât such a bad idea after all, now that they thought about it. Cats are rather independent, and they knew without a shadow of a doubt that theyâd definitely shower her with unconditional love and all the care that she needs. Kind of hard not to, when she was this sweet-looking and lazy all the time.
Xavier nodded, a small flush on his freckled cheeks. A look akin to pride on his face, he smiled up at his lover, slowly cradling the happily dozing cat, and saidâ
âHer nameâs Meatloaf.â
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âAbsolutely not.â
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Genshin guys as dads đ¤
in honour of finally getting off my ass and finishing mondstat, i bring you genshin men as dads <3 i decided to challenge myself and write for characters i haven't written for at all yet
the reader is gender neutral (u can interpret that the kid was adopted or u can interpret that the kid is biologically yours)
Yk the more i read these guys' lines to get a better idea of their characters the more i think they need a therapy session stat
Characters featured: Diluc, Alhaitham, Childe, Ayato
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Diluc Ragnvindr
"Diluc! Diluc, are you in here?" you knocked before opening the door to his office, assuming he's probably there. You were finally returning to the winery late in the evening and wanted to see how your daughter and husband were doing.
Tonight, they should both be at the winery.
But to your surprise, the office was completely empty. You haven't heard a single peep from your daughter yet, either. Usually she'd be running around and yelling, even if she wasn't with Diluc.
You went upstairs to check your bedroom and were met with a most adorable sight when you opened the door. Your daughter was very peacefully asleep, drool and all, on Diluc's chest. Diluc did not seem very pleased with this arrangement, however.
"Welcome home." he sighed upon seeing you walk to the side of the bed.
"Looks like someone's on pillow duty." you teased him, petting your daughter's head.
"Don't make fun of me. She's been running around all day with seemingly no end to it. Sometimes I'm surprised at what her tiny legs are capable of." he leaned his head back, looking up at the ceiling.
"She said she's not tired at all. But she fell asleep almost instantly when she sat on top of me to, umm... bother me." to anyone else, Diluc would seem like he hates this kid with how much he says she bothers or annoys him, but you know that isn't the case.
Whenever she runs up to him to show him something she did, he pats her little head lovingly. He keeps the drawing she made of him in his office, even if he is a bit concerned at how grumpy he looks in her artistic interpretation.
"I wasn't making fun of you... Okay, maybe a little bit." you leaned down, cupping Diluc's face and kissing his cheek. He hummed in dissaproval, but his cheeks turned pink anyways.
"Would you mind joining me? If I can't... I want to know that you're safe, atleast." his eyebrows were creased in worry. You don't know what for, exactly, but you gladly joined him on the bed, hugging him too.
"Is your aim to suffocate me further?" the combined weight of about a quarter of your body and his daughter was not the most freeing in the world.
"No, I just happen to understand the appeal of sleeping on top of you." and you really do. It's always so warm and homey.
"You've worked hard today, dad." you moved some stray hairs out of his face. His tired eyes met yours for a moment before they slipped shut. Hehehe, you need to take a photo of this.
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Alhaitham
(let's pretend you live together with him now instead of kaveh haha)
"Dad doesn't love me!" the sudden accusation had you turning your head fast, wanting to know what was going on. "What did he do, sweetie?" the little pout on her pudgy face was adorable.
She ran up to you and hugged your leg. "You still love me, right?" she seemed very worried about your reply. It seems like she isn't in the mood to give a proper answer to your question, though.
"Of course I do. You're very very very special to me." You pat her head gently. She seemed satisfied with your reply, giggling happily at you before running off to play.
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When Alhaitham returned home that day, he attempted to interact with his daughter, as he tries to every day, but he was utterly ignored.
He looked to you, hoping you'd know the reason, but you just shrugged. "She says you don't love her anymore."
"Hm..." was his only reply.
"That's because he doesn't! I told him 'I love you' yesterday but he didn't say it back!" Your daughter crossed her little arms, scowling at her dad before turning around so she didn't have to look at him.
"So it was that." Alhaitham seemed like he understood the situation properly now. And you realised what happened too, because it happens to you occasionally.
"Sweetie, listen. Your dad likes to wear these thingies in his ears. And when he wears them, he can't hear a thing." You explained in the most child friendly way you could.
"Not even an explosion?" Your daughter finally turned back to look at you and Alhaitham, though her eyes were fixated firmly on you.
"Nope. Nothing at all. When he didn't say 'I love you too' yesterday, it was because he was wearing them and couldn't hear." Your daughter turned her head back with an annoyed 'hmph', but you knew she was listening to you.
"So I propose a hug attack. Whenever you see him wearing them." You smiled evilly, glancing at Alhaitham who shot you a dissaproving glare in return.
"Leave me alone." Your daughter huffed, stomping off down the hallway. Oh well, kids don't always think critically, do they? You have a feeling she's already forgiven him a little, though.
"Children make no sense to me." He admits, and you finally greet him properly with a little welcome home peck.
"That's the fun in it, though." You smiled at him and to your surprise, he smiled right back. As awkward as he can get with the kid, he loves her a whole lot.
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Childe
"Mhhhh... what is it?" he mumbled in annoyance when he felt his hand getting shook. His voice sounded quite raspy now.
"Dad... Dad..." turns out it was your son who was pulling on Childe's arm. He looked like he was about to burst into tears any second, now.
As soon as he saw the distress on his son's dimly lit face, his attitude changed and he was overcome with the sudden urge to take revenge on something or someone. Maybe it's the dad instinct.
"I had a nightmare.... I'm scared..." your son sobbed.
By this point, even you woke up, but your body was still mostly asleep, so you were just listening in.
"Come up here." Childe tapped the bed and your son awkwardly climbed up into his arms.
"Was it a scary monster?" Childe asked in an exaggerated scary voice. Your son nodded, gripping onto the front of Childe's shirt.
"In that case... you don't have to worry at all. I always love a challenge." you could practically see the smile on Childe's face. You turn over, opening your eyes slightly. You have to admit, the sight in front of you is adorable.
"What do you mean, dad?" your son sniffled, rubbing the snot away with his tiny hand.
"I'll fight the monster, of course. Oh, how wonderful it would be to see the b-" he winced a little bit when he felt the light slap on his face.
"Ajax, you'll scare him even more." you warned, your own voice raspy. You moved your other hand to ruffle your son's hair to comfort him.
"Ow, clearly, someone doesn't appreciate me enough." Childe rolled his eyes playfully.
Without warning, you lean forward and peck him on the lips. "There. Now I've evened out the slap."
"Just one peck? Well, I suppose we can't do much more right now... Hehe." Childe turned his attention back on your son, stroking his back gently to calm him down.
"Why do you have that look on your face?" you noticed he was smiling strangely.
"What look?" your accusations have been denied. But he sure does have a plan for you later.
๨ŕ§â§âË â
Kamisato Ayato
"DAD! Look at where I am!" Your son shouted from somewhere in the tree that was stood in the beautifully maintained garden.
Being the little rebel he is, he climbed the tree despite you telling him multiple times not to.
"Please get down from there. It's unsafe." Ayato tried to reason with him calmly upon noticing him in the treetops.
"Nah, it's so cool up here! I can see the whole estate!" Sometimes, your son's stubborn nature made it hard for him to get along with Ayato. This is one of those cases.
"This is not a joking matter. You could get seriously hurt." Ayato doesn't think he could properly live with himself for a bit if his kid got hurt when he could have prevented it.
"What's going on here?" You joined in, happening to pass by the garden.
"He won't come down. I'm... worried about him." He admits, crossing his arms. Though you do sense a bit of annoyance behind his voice, too.
"Come down. I told you not to climb that tree so many times." You crossed your arms firmly. Your son looked at Ayato's face, then yours and sighed, beginning to descend from the tree. He'd rather avoid a scolding. But his little foot slipped and he suddenly tumbled to the ground.
"Son!" Both of you immediately ran to his side as he started wailing. "Call for healers. Immediately." He seemed fine, looking at him initially, but he might have a broken leg or something.
Both of you stayed by his side the whole time, offering him words of comfort (and a bit of a scolding). It seems like something like this happens almost every week, now. The Kamisato household has certainly gotten livelier ever since getting blessed with your son.
.
"Well, that was certainly an afternoon." You huffed, sitting down behind the table across Ayato.
"I wish he wasn't so reckless and disobedient, sometimes." Ayato held his cheek in worry. He let his son get hurt, again.
"He got that mischief from you." You smiled innocently, sipping your tea.
"Whatever do you mean, dear?" He smiled innocently back.
"I miss days of solitude. We only have moments now. I suppose my life hasn't been a calm one for a long while now, though." He sips his own tea, looking outside at the sunset. Working as hard as he does every day is taxing on the soul.
"Guess we gotta make the most of it." You stood up, sitting back down next to him and playfully pecking his cheek.
"Oh, I see what you mean." He returned the mischevious smile you know and love. Just as he grabbed your waist, though...
"LOOK WHAT I HAVE!" Your son burst into the room, holding a sword. His sword.
"Aren't you supposed to be resting?!"
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'M bored as shit so imma post a doodle I made a bit ago, hered my puppy bb
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âLOVING MACHINE; SLYTHERIN BOYS
summary: blurbs on how the boys comfort you when youâre feeling down
includes: theo, mattheo, lorenzo
ŕ¨ŕ§ THEODORE NOTT
theo is awkward with comfort. he has no idea what to do, jesus fucking christ, heâs panicking internally. but, he loves you, so heâll try his very best! his love language is very much touch, so heâll let you cry on his shoulder or in his arms while he languidly strokes your back. if youâre not in the mood for that though, heâll wait for you to cry it out and shower you in kisses afterwards; on your face, your hands, your neck, your chest, everywhereâhe wants you to know youâre loved, and whatever youâre going through, heâll be right there with you <3
ŕ¨ŕ§ MATTHEO RIDDLE
matt is the best shoulder to cry on, all because he knows when to shut up (just as all men should know how to do!) heâll pet your hair and hold you tight, and once youâve cried out all the tears you have to cry, heâll treat you to a lunch or dinner out (or in, because who doesnât love fast food delivery) and talk the situation through with you now that youâre a little more level headed
ŕ¨ŕ§ LORENZO BERKSHIRE
enzo is a great communicator, and does all he can to understand why youâre feeling like this, and what he can do to help you out! on your period? heâll get you a hot water bottle, painkillers and chocolate! friend drama? you can gossip talk it out with him (he can go beat their asses too!) sad about a book or show you finished? heâll offer to rewatch it with you or find something new to start. whatever it is, heâs at your disposal for anything you need⌠yes, anything ;)
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moats and boats and waterfalls
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Post-Crystalized â after surviving apocalypse no. 2 (possibly 3, currently under debate) the ninja now face the unspeakable horrors of budgeting.
(Years late to the Crystalized party but here's part one of my seven billion fanfics about this season because there are Thoughts to be had about this one)
As it turns out, rebuilding a monastery is a whole lot more trouble than rebuilding the Bounty for the eightieth time.Â
And by trouble, Cole means incredibly expensive.
âRe-installing central heating costs what?!âÂ
Kaiâs horrified cry reverberates throughout the half-constructed monastery, the echo from the noticeably empty rooms only adding to insult.Â
Oh, what Cole would give to have his bed back.Â
âI guess weâll have to use you during the winter,â Nya sighs, patting Kai on the back. âLloyd, get ready to supercharge him.â
âForget heating, do you know how much Wi-Fi costs?â Lloyd stares at the estimated summary like itâs personally kicked his pet. âWho even has that much money? God?â
âIf god had money, he couldâve given Sensei Wu his inheritance and weâd all be loaded,â Jay mutters. âBut noooo, âmaterial possessions are the death of the soulâ, blah blah blah, weâll see whose soul is dead when the gas cuts out and he canât make midnight tea anymore.âÂ
âIt does seem a bit extreme, looking at it all like this,â Zane remarks. Somewhat ironically, as heâs taken one look at the bill then wisely retreated across the room.Â
âWell, blowing up the entire monastery with us in it was extreme, so it figures repairs are just as bad,â Nya grumbles.Â
They all shift, the mood dampening at the reminder.Â
Lloyd opens his mouth. âIâm sorââ
âDo not,â Kai stabs a finger at him. âEven try.â
Lloyd slumps. âIf I hadnât gotten caughtââ
âWe all agreed to the plan, okay?â Cole says. âAlso, no one knew weâd be sending you to Harumi, so the whole thing was doomed from the start.â
While he looks a bit miffed, Lloyd gives it up. Though perhaps thatâs mostly in part because he desperately wants to avoid any more conversation aboutâ
âSo speaking of Harumi,â Jay starts.Â
Lloyd springs for the window.Â
Unfortunately for Lloyd, said window is currently boarded up by heavy-duty plywood, since quality window glass fell low on the list of priorities, which gives Kai plenty of time to tackle him before he can even raise his leg to kick it in.Â
âNo!â Zane cries. âWe canât afford anymore plywood!â
âOr like, Band-Aids at bare minimum, so donât you dare!â Nya adds.Â
ââoverdramatic phase has gotta go, what are you, five â hey, no biting!â
Lloyd makes a muffled sound as he wrestles on the floor with Kai. Cole turns, very slowly, to glare at Jay.
âOh come on, we were all thinking it,â Jay defends, reluctantly standing to help pry Lloyd from the floor. âFine, hey, I promise we wonât talk about certain loser ex-princesses who are nice and cozy in their prison cells right now, okay? There, there, little gremlin, she canât hurt you anymoreââ
âIâll bite you next,â Lloyd threatens, but he returns to his seat, wincing as Kai scuffs his hair.Â
âTurn Oni again, and that might be an actual threat.â
Lloyd startles terribly, staring at Kai with wide eyes. âThatâs â not â I wouldnâtââ
âKai,â Nya hisses.
âWoah, hey, no, I didnât mean it like that!â Kai says quickly. âItâs supposed to be positive reinforcement! Easing it into a normal thing, yâknow?â
Lloyd growls. âNothing about this is a normal thingââ
âExcept none of us are normal, so therefore it is,â Kai interrupts him smoothly. âAlso we already loved you when you were a tiny demon, turning into a literal one is nothing. Give us some credit.âÂ
Lloyd pulls his hood over his flaming face, thunking his head against the table. Kai pats him cheerfully on the shoulder.Â
âAdditionally, unless we can swindle someone by selling Lloyd in his Oni form on the black market for cold cash before stealing him back, I donât see how this helps matters.â
Zane finds himself on the receiving end of five blank stares. Lloyd, successfully having been pulled from his hood, whistles.Â
âI forget how evil you can be, sometimes.â
Kai gapes at him. âSo that makes you feel better?â
âI mean, in terms of normalizing itââ
âAlright!â Cole slams his hands on the table, silencing them all. He glares them down. âMeeting room in five. Weâre figuring out how to make this place livable if it kills us.â
Thereâs a brief silence, then Jay hesitantly raises his hand.
âHey, so uh, we kinda donât have a meeting room right now?â
Cole collapses on the table in despair.Â
---
Twenty minutes and one session of shoving chairs into what could have been the living room later â itâs hard to tell, with all the construction markings and plywood still up â theyâve kicked off the official first meeting of the Finish-Making-the-Monastery-Livable plan.Â
âAlright,â Lloyd announces, brushing his hands as he steps back from the chalkboard that may or may not have been stolen. âAt the top of the list we have Wi-Fi, central air and heating, beds â huh, maybe those should go higher â running water, electricity â that oneâs debatable, me and Jay can tag-team it if we get desperate â blankets-slash-pillows-slash-etcetera, stuff to cook with, actual food â yâknow what, Iâm putting that closer to the topââ
âSo basically, we have nothing,â Cole says blankly.Â
Lloyd glances at the list, then to the sliver of chalk left in his hands. âUh. Yeah.âÂ
âTake the weaponry, sure, but all my albums?â Jay mourns. âI spent years collecting those.âÂ
âI lost the blanket we stole from that super fancy apartment we lived in for like five minutes when Lloyd was a kid,â Kai sighs. âThat thing literally made it through the apocalypse, just to bite it now.âÂ
âTwo apocalypses too many,â Nya says.
âDid the Preeminent count as an apocalypse? Like, a minor one?â
âThree apocalypses. It took three apocalypses to vaporize my closet,â Cole sinks lower in his seat. âMan, the hoodie you got me for my birthday was in there.âÂ
âAll of our photographs are lost, too.â Zane stares at his hands.Â
Lloyd murmurs something under his breath that sounds a lot like family pictures and figures.Â
The mood plummets a bit more, after that.Â
âMotherfuââ
âAlright, this isnât helping,â Cole claps his hands. âWe can all cry again later. Lloyd, overall mission status conclusion?â
âWell, like you said, we basically have nothing,â Lloyd sighs. âSo unless Zane wants to stop chickening out and abandon his morals so we can just hack into everything and get it free, we need to find some way to pay for all this.â
âAgain, I cannot hack in to rebuilding an entire cooling unit throughout the monastery, much less make the latest clothing line from Gucci materialize,â Zane says. Kai swears. âAlso, that is called stealing.âÂ
âYou call it stealing, I call it a charitable donation,â Nya says. âI turned into the ocean for this city, the least they can do is cut me a check.âÂ
âBesides, even if it is stealing, what are they gonna do, send us to jail again?â Jay scoffs.
Lloyd jabs the piece of chalk in his direction. âDonât jinx us.âÂ
âToo bad we wasted our chance at crime and didnât even get rich,â Kai mutters. âAll we got was Nya.â
He yelps as she punches him in the arm. âWhat, too soon?â
âYou should be so lucky to have me,â she sniffs.Â
âHey, but going on the donation thought train â do we know anyone whoâs rich?â Jay asks. âWhy donât we have any rich friends?â
âHey, you know whatâs rich? That coming from the son of a billionaire.â
âHey, you know what else got blown up? My inheritance!âÂ
âPlease, let it go,â Zane says. âWe do have rich friends, Iâll remind you, weâre friends with actual monarchy. But we canât exactly go and ask anyone else for money, since they all already helped out so much in getting the monastery rebuilt.â
Thereâs a moment of pensive silence. Lloyd draws a little sad face on the chalkboard next to ASK FOR DONATIONS.Â
âWhat if we justâŚsued Harumi,â Cole says. âLike, thereâs gotta be some law that could work in our favor here.â
âI donât think the court would go for that,â Lloyd mutters. âSince theyâre all morally corrupt frauds who hate us.â
âYeah! Down with the system!â Kai punches his fist in the air.Â
âAlso, Harumi likely has very little in the way of money, either,â Zane says. âConsidering she blew up any and all assets she might have had claim to.â
âHaha, what a loser,â Nya crows.
âWhat if we sued Garmadon?â Cole tries. âThe courts have to hate him more than they hate us.â
Lloyd scowls, scrawling a large NO on the chalkboard. âNot worth the effort. Plus, Iâm pretty sure heâs still couch-surfing at Vinnyâs, which means also penniless.â
âWe could sue Kalmaar,â Nya cracks her knuckles.
âIsnât he dead?âÂ
âOh, yeah.â Nya looks disappointed.Â
âDid anyone survive that we can sue successfully?â Jay muses. âAnd actually get money out of?â
âVangelis,â Cole snaps his fingers. âWait. No, we ousted him from the throne, so heâs probably broke too.â
âVangelis survived?â
As they dissolve into bickering over the status of enemies potentially living-or-dead, Kai squints at the chalkboard, where Lloyd is still scratching out letters despite having completely lost the room.Â
âWeâŚareâŚfuâLloyd!âÂ
âWell itâs true,â Lloyd huffs, finishing off his message with a flourish. âTada. Thereâs my grand plan.â
âThatâs not a plan, itâs a pessimistic estimation at how things are gonna go.â
âItâs extremely rude language, is what it is! I thought we taught you better.â
Lloyd simply looks pleased with himself at having recaptured the roomâs attention. It is, of course, then that Sensei Wu walks into that room. He stops, looking from where theyâre all frozen in place, then to the chalkboard.Â
Lloyd pales.Â
Sensei Wu pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers and closes his eyes.Â
âMy dearest nephew, you have three seconds to make that disappear, or Iâll be forced toââ
Lloyd springs for the chalkboard in record time, wiping frantically at his writing with the sleeve of his gi.Â
âPeople would kill for that thing, and here heâs using it as a chalkboard eraser,â Jay mutters.Â
It isnât until later, when theyâve all retreated to the collective mass of blow-up mattress and borrowed blankets theyâre calling a bedroom, that anyone breaches the topic again.Â
Thereâs a loud rustling as Cole turns over where heâs precariously shoved between Kai and Zane.Â
ââŚcan we sue the mayor?â
Thereâs a noted pause of silence, only broken by the whirring of the cheap oscillating fan.Â
âYou know,â Zane says slowly. âIn terms of slander and defamationâŚâÂ
An evil, sharp-toothed smile spreads across Lloydâs face. âI like the sound of that.â
âHey, letâs sue the new ninja, too,â Jay grins. âCan Pixal retroactively trademark our vibe?â
âYou cannot sue them based on vibe appropriation.â
âYeah, but I can sue them for impersonation.â
---
They cannot, as it turns out, sue the mayor, because legal work like that costs even more money.Â
They can, however, ruin his year by filing (and forging) every possible insurance claim under the sun, so they all walk out of the office a little more satisfied than before.Â
âI hope all your socks go missing in the laundry!â Nya yells toward the building as they hit the streets. âI hope you have a rock stuck in your shoe for the rest of your life! I hope youâre plagued with a mildly inconvenient headache every waking moment and never fully enjoy anything ever again!â
âAlright, alright, weâre getting looks,â Cole grabs her arm. âLet it go.â
âAs much as I appreciate it, I am not going back to jail,â Jay shudders. âTwice was enough.â
Kai frowns. âTwice? When else did you get arrested?â
âWe all did, reââ Jay cuts off, suddenly aware of the absolute daggers Nya is staring at him. âUhhhâŚaw, snap, another mental breakdown, haha!â
âIs this the whole âwe all have missing memories you guys are definitely hiding from usâ thing again? âCause I swearââ
âI said Iâm getting to it, itâs a really boring story anywaysââ
âDidnât you say you lost an eyeââ
âOh look, a window!â
This time, Jay is thwarted by Lloyd, whoâs simply jumped out enough windows to recognize when someoneâs about to try it themselves. Except Jay is aiming to jump inside a window this time, so they both go crashing into Pixal just as she joins them.Â
To her credit, she barely flinches. âI thought I heard clown noises nearby.âÂ
Lloyd stares at her in such utter betrayal, the mental breakdown thing might become valid. Â
âPixal,â Jay simply begs. âPlease. Help your clowns scavenge our clown dinners.â
Pixel surveys them all, a fond smile tugging at her lips. âThere is a nice pizza place down the block.â
The cheers sheâs met with nearly succeeded at knocking her over where Jay failed. Â
Dinner that night comprises of actual, warm, take-out pizza, which nearly moves Cole to tears.
âDefinitely changing the priorities order,â Lloyd says blissfully through a mouthful of cheese. âFood goes at the top, no questions.â
âSeconded,â Kai mumbles.Â
âThirded.â
âFourthed.â
âI cannot believe, that after everything weâve been through, we did not qualify for the post-apocalypse discount,â Zane bites out.Â
âWell,â Jay says brightly. âPixal hacked the card reader, so technically we got a hundred percent discount.â
Zane stares at her, in equally utter betrayal. âPixal?â
She shrugs. âThey can try to send me to prison. They will fail.âÂ
---
Two days later, Skylor cements herself as everybodyâs most favorite person in the entire world by not only saving them from starvation by demanding they sit their butts down in the restaurant and eat for free, but also donating six pillows and a yearâs worth of shampoo.Â
âI know itâs not a lot, but Iâm on the lookout for more,â she tells them. âIâve asked other people to help chip in, too, so hopefully thatâll make things a little easier.â
âSkylor,â Cole nearly sobs into his new, beautiful pillow. âIf Kai doesnât marry you, I will.â
âH-hey!â
âNo marriage necessary,â she snorts. âConsider keeping you all fed my way of saying thanks.â
âBut you already helped out with the monastery,â Nya says, around the same time the rest of them assure her thereâs no need for thanks, despite the fact that no one has the slightest desire to relinquish their food.Â
âFine, then,â Skyler huffs, her cheeks turning pink. âMake me say it out loud, will you â consider it my way of showing that I care about you all. Very much.âÂ
âAww,â Lloyd says.Â
Kai makes a face somewhere between melting and heart eyes.Â
âI hate all of you,â she mutters.Â
âWe love you too, Skylor,â Cole grins.Â
âHate you!â
Despite her words, they all leave with six boxes of leftovers and free dessert.Â
This, of course, brings another slightly-pressing issue to mind. Â
---
They end up getting a refrigerator for a steal of a bargain, which is probably again influenced by Pixalâs criminal extremely generous activity.Â
Given how enthusiastic they all are about getting it installed, Kai is half-expecting there to be no work left for him at all by the time he returns from the food run.Â
HeâsâŚnot entirely disappointed when he walks into the kitchen, though he is rather baffled.Â
The room freezes as if on record-scratch. Jay is perched on top of the counters, Lloyd has a sledgehammer raised halfway in the air, and Cole is on the ground beside the refrigerator crying.Â
âWhat?â Kai asks, blankly.Â
âThe fridgeâŚdoesnât fitâŚâ Cole moans into the floor.Â
âWe didnât leave enough space between the cabinets,â Jay informs him through a mouthful of gummy worms. âSo the door canât open.â
Kai looks at Lloyd. âSo the sledgehammer is forâŚ?â
âDIY home improvement,â he shrugs.
âHuh.â Kai glances at the cabinets. âPut some safety goggles on first, okay?â
Lloyd only gets about two swings in before Zane descends with the all wrath of the Ice Emperor and adds to the tally of times-the- Green-Ninja-almost-met-his-doom, but itâs fun while it lasts.Â
They were ugly cabinets, anyways.Â
---
While his love for his family could potentially fuel a nuclear power plant, Kai does grow tired of being the living team space heater rather quickly.Â
The effort of keeping his power going all night just gets annoying (and exhausting) â so by the time heâs tagged in Lloyd to use his power to keep him going, theyâre up to two moody ninja short on sleep, and no one wants to deal with that.Â
While theyâve scrounged up a few dollar-store quality blankets, Jay takes the opportunity to highlight his accomplishments in arts-and-crafts.
âYou mean your momâs accomplishments.â
âHey, we made it together! It counts.â
The it in question quickly gains the name âgod-awful-t-shirt-blanketâ simply because the blinding combination of all their cast-off shirts sewn together is impressively terrible.Â
âI still think this is a waste of good clothes,â Kai grumbles. âItâs not like we have outfits to spare these days, you know.â
âDo you wanna keep heating the room at night or no?â Nya threatens.Â
Kai quickly shuts his mouth and returns to sewing Coleâs old plaid shirt to one of Jayâs neon blue shirts that features a dolphin printed in enough colors to kill a man.Â
âSo, what do we think?â Lloyd steps back, wiping at his forehead with his arm as he surveys their masterpiece.Â
Staring at the multi-colored mess theyâve patched together into a quilt, Nya announces, âItâs the ugliest blanket Iâve ever seen.â
âHarsh.â
âHey, we did our best!â
âSee if I ever sew for you again,â Lloyd huffs.Â
âI didnât say that was a bad thing,â Nya quickly interjects. âIt looks a little like us!â
âAre you saying weâre ugly?!â
âNya, no, our family genes are enough to carry us through this, I promiseââ
---
Theyâre in the middle of figuring out how to steal Wi-Fi from the government when Tox drops by, Karloff in tow.Â
âYou reallyâŚneedâŚto get an elevatorâŚor something,â she pants, red-faced and sweaty as she hauls several large bags behind her.
In contrast, Karloff looks unfazed, casually toting a hideously floral-patterned sofa over his shoulder.Â
âSkylor mentioned you need furniture, no?â he says. âItâs not much, but you need somewhere to sit.â
âKarloff,â Jay tells him, very seriously. âThis is the most beautiful sofa Iâve ever seen.âÂ
âHaha! Karloff is right once again,â he brags to Tox.Â
Tox stares at Jay in flabbergasted despair.Â
âYou canât put that in your home,â she mutters. âYou canât. Itâs a crime against eyes everywhere.â
âWell, itâs better than no sofa, and weâre literally turning down nothing these days,â Nya says cheerfully. She leans over to peer at the bags Tox has managed to drag up. âSpeaking ofâŚ?â
âOh, yeah.â Tox heaves the bags in front of her. âSkylor said you guys needed help interior decorating? So I brought a couple rugs. She also mentioned something about the ugliest blanket sheâs ever seen, so we called up some of the other Elemental Masters and got like, six or seven together. Theyâre not exactly works of art, but theyâre okay?â
Kai tears open the first bag, his eyes lighting up. âTheyâre beautiful,â he whispers reverently. âHey, guys, we got blankets! Dibs on the one with a wolf.â
âOh, no, not that one, itâs from my awful middle school phaseââ
âWhat do you mean, dibs, I want the wolf one!â
âOh yeah? Down to fight for it?â
âYouâre on. Training ground in five.â
âAbsolutely not, we are not fighting over a blanket weâve been so generously gifted,â Zane snaps, snagging Kai and Cole by their collars.Â
âYeah, we also donât really have a training ground anymore,â Lloyd says, half-buried in a blanket embroidered with countless bug-eyed fish. âIt went ka-boom.â
Nya rubs her temples. âZane?â
âAlready factored into the expenses,â he sighs.Â
âOh wow, you guys werenât kidding,â Tox says. âDo you want, uh, like a keychain? I have some mints here too I can donateâŚman, Karloff, help me out!âÂ
âDoes the monastery need a metal helmet?â
âWeâre really not that broke,â Nya says hastily, pushing away the offered mints. âBut thanks.â
âSpeak for yourself.â Lloyd snags the mints, clasping his hands together in prayer at Tox before slipping back into the emerging blanket battle.Â
Nya sighs. âDo you guys want tea? Weâve got three whole mugs, now.â
Tox glances from the other ninja, where Jay has been successfully rolled into a blanket burrito and is in potential danger of being rolled right down the mountain, to Karloff, whoâs the reason said danger is potential.Â
âWe can spare a minute, I guess.â
The t-shirt blanket is later relegated to the living room, where it lives as a throw blanket over Karloffâs floral sofa. They unanimously decide itâs the perfect home for it, and the only real critic is Skylor, whoâs almost reduced to tears the next time she visits.Â
---
They celebrate their achievement of having a living room by all eating dinner on Karloffâs floral-patterned couch. This comes with a good deal of kicking and squirming and the tragic loss of Kaiâs fortune cookie, but they make it work.Â
âThis is kind of depressing, though. Sitting in the dark,â Nya remarks.Â
A muscle in Jayâs jaw twitches. âWell, maybe if someone hadnât melted all our candlesââ
âYou were the one who had the brilliant idea of trying to barbecue with them, genius!â Kai snaps.Â
âIt was a pretty spectacular fire,â Lloyd admits. Then, hastily, âIn a really cool way!âÂ
âPerhaps a lamp should go next on the list,â Zane says. âRather than relying on Kai as our light.â
âHey, Iâm a great light,â Kai scowls. âIâm the light of your life. I could light this place up all day!âÂ
âYes, and Iâm sure it would end similarly to the time you nearly burned down a building under the belief that you were achieving your true potential, but were, in fact, just dehydrated.â
Kai gapes at Zane in betrayal. âYou said youâd take that to the grave!âÂ
Zane carefully laces his fingers together. âTechnically, I did.â
âNo you didnât!â Jay interjects. âWe never buried you, so you never had a grave! Ha!â
Zane looks affronted. âI didnât get a grave?â
âYou got a statue!â Kai quickly consoles .Â
âYeah, whatâd you want us to do, pick your exploded pieces out of the street for half a year then toss âem in the ground?â
âOh, as if thatâs any worse than being left to pour your corpse out in cups of water.â
 âIt wasnât my corpse, I was still alive!â
âYou were the literal ocean. Fish swam in you.âÂ
âEw, does that meanââ
âFinish that sentence and I will drown you where you standââ
âYouâre all in desperate need of counseling,â Pixal mutters.Â
âTell me about it,â Lloyd says, leaning back on the armrest of the sofa.Â
Cole shakes his head. âLost causes, all of them.â
Pixal stares at them both, expression pinched, before deciding to respect the hopelessness of lost causes.Â
âHold on, I think Kaiâs crying,â Lloyd moves to sit up, only to wobble, slip sideways, and go crashing to the floor gracelessly. Â
âJust like when I fell to my doom off the Bounty,â Cole reminisces. Â
 Pixalâs eyes glaze over.Â
---
Later that evening, Pixal adds âtherapyâ to the list of potential expenses on the fridge door. Regretfully, it loses miserably in the debate against hot shower expenses, so it too joins the pile of repressed memories that will undoubtedly haunt them in the future.Â
âBut hey, a hot shower can cure depression on a good day,â Cole says, and that settles that.Â
---
Hot showers, as it turns out, are a hard-won priority.Â
Itâs less so after Jay, Nya, and Pixal camp out overnight near the pipeline and perform their own less-than-legal maintenance, but one of Zaneâs carefully filed insurance claims actually went through the other day, so theyâre taking their luck as they can.Â
Itâs not until they get working on the bathroom itself that the true difficulty makes itself clear.Â
âHey, uh,â Kai stares down at the patch of rotted floor heâs ripped up, wiping at the fog thatâs spread across his safety goggles. âIs the base layer supposed to look like that?â
âLook like what?â Cole abandons the tiling heâs been placing to glance over. His face drops. âUh-oh.âÂ
âIs that all black mold?â Nya gags, nearly dropping her bottle of cleaning bleach. Â
âFSM, no wonder weâre all crazy,â Cole mutters.Â
âAlright,â Kai strips off his rubber gloves. âNothing for it. Back up, guys, Iâm barbecuing this baby.â
âWait wait wait donâtââ
Ten minutes and a good deal of hacking and wheezing through teary eyes later, Cole murders Kai while they all look on.Â
Well, he attempts to.
âYou filled the monastery with chlorine gas, you absolute moronâ!â
âHow was I supposed to know that would happen, Iâm not a chemistââ
Nya glares ahead darkly as Lloyd gingerly treats the reddened blisters on her hands.Â
âNone of you,â Zane says, through gritted teeth. âAre touching cleaning chemicals for a year.âÂ
---
âNot sure I wanna know how you pulled off poisoning yourselves, but Iâm kinda impressed you did a better job of it than most criminals would,â Ronin tells them, once the monastery has been successfully de-chlorinated and the bathroom tiles firmly put in place, sans black mold.Â
âMaybe we can hire ourselves out to them when weâre strapped for cash,â Nya sighs.
âWeâre literally always strapped for cash. Weâre broke.â
Ronin laughs, clapping Jay on the back. âWelcome to adulthood, kid.â
âI donât think normal adulthood gets their home blown up on a regular basis,â Lloyd hisses.
âFair point,â Ronin nods.Â
âWell, thanks for saving us all from a slow and painful death,â Cole scrubs his hands over his face. âWe can pay you back sometime in the next century. Maybe.â
âAh, donât worry about it,â Ronin waves them off. âItâd be like kicking a dog when itâs down, askinâ you all to pay. Besides, I probably owe you one.â
âYou sure do,â Jay glares.Â
âHey, hey, I said I was sorry for the whole human sacrifice thing,â Ronin placates. âWant some good news, at least?â
âIs it actually good news?â Lloyd eyes him shrewdly.
âLighten up, captain trust issues.â Kai barely snags Lloyd before he lands himself back in jail. âI looked into some more of those insurance claims you filed, and you actually got somethinâ out of it. I, uh, helped the bank along a bit, with the refund.â
âBank?â Cole whispers.
âRefund?â Jayâs eyes shine.Â
âYeah, got you all your checks right here,â Ronin says, tugging six neat envelopes from his jacket. âJust donât blow âem all at once, okay? Haha.â
Zane looks as if he might propose to him on the spot.Â
âHey, this isnât too bad!â Kai exclaims. âWe got money!â
âGuys,â Lloyd says, staring at his check. âYou know we should probably pool all this together and spend it on necessities, right?â
âYeah,â Cole sighs.Â
âIt would be the smartest course of action,â Zane adds.Â
Thereâs a noted silence.
âOr,â Lloyd says.Â
---
In their defense, they spend exactly two-thirds of their checks on household items.Â
Whether or not these are needed household items remains a debate.Â
âIf weâre all buying lamps for the living room, can we at least attempt to match?â Zane sighs.Â
âBooo, whereâs your joy and whimsy?â Jay sticks out his tongue.Â
âThat isnât even a lamp, itâs a light-up axolotl.â
âThe heckâs an axo-lotââ
âIt lights up, doesnât it? Ergo, itâs a lamp.â
âErgo, what are you, Sensei Wuââ
âWeâre never having guests over again,â Cole remarks, as Lloyd and Nya maneuver a five-foot-tall rendition of Godzilla into the shopping cart that may or may not light up.Â
âThe monasteryâs gonna look rad as heck, weâre forcing everyone to come over and look at it,â Kai corrects as he tosses a set of flame-patterned curtains into the mess.Â
âAbsolutely not.âÂ
âI actually might like them,â Zane muses. âThey would capture the energy of our kitchen perfectly.â
Kai beams. âFlame curtains are a go!âÂ
In the aftermath, they total around six individual blankets, five mismatching lamps and one light-up axolotl, a table that no one knows how to put together, one set of flame-patterned curtains, another hideous couch, and enough cutlery and kitchenware that no one has to eat out of Sensei Wuâs incense bowls anymore.Â
âAlright,â Lloyd says. âWeâve got three hours until the stores start closing. Everyone take the rest of your checks, donât think about how much of a disaster the monastery still is, and start thinking about how valid retail therapy is.âÂ
âAye-aye,â Kai salutes, before immediately booking it for the clothing outlets.Â
---
Three hours later, Kaiâs happily blown his entire check on a new wardrobe and exactly one pair of name-brand brand shoes. Heâs unreasonably proud of himself for his restraint, until he catches Cole with three pairs of his own name-brand shoes, and immediately regrets being responsible.Â
He spots Jay going off in the N-Pop section of a music store, Nya investing in a sinfully-priced espresso machine, and Zane walking toward the clothing outlets himself with a high-quality pair of noise-cancelling headphones.Â
He doesnât find Lloyd until well after heâs picked up his own clothes, already sporting an oversized hoodie he couldâve just stolen from Kai.Â
Heâs more concerned when Lloyd proceeds to blow the last of his check at the sporting goods section of the local convenience store. Considering how long Lloyd spent looking wistfully at the candy aisle, Kai is baffled by the decision.Â
Heâs even more baffled when Lloyd proceeds to box up his purchase for delivery instead of keeping it himself.
Heâs utterly horrified when he sees who itâs addressed to.
âAre you serious?!â he asks shrilly, torn between ripping the box from Lloydâs hands or immediately calling the mental health hotline. âYouâre sending her gifts?â
âItâs not a gift, itâs â look, itâs a long story, you wouldnât get it,â Lloyd grumbles, plastering another layer of duct tape over the box. âJust help me deliver it to Kryptarium and Iâll show you, okay?â
Kai very much does not help, because heâs not an enabler and he cares about his brotherâs mental health, but he does follow Lloyd to Kryptarium Prison and lurk behind him as he eagerly watches the surveillance screens.Â
Harumi stares at the box before her, looking every bit as baffled as Kai is.Â
âWho would send me a volleyballââ
She freezes, her face going utterly blank. A muscle in her jaw twitches.Â
Thereâs a brief flash of what could be amusement, a brief expression as if sheâs eaten something sour, then a fury like no other eclipses her face.Â
âLLOYD! IâLL KILL YOU MYSELF, YOU THINK YOUâRE HILARIOUSââ
Lloydâs still laughing by the time theyâre escorted from the premises, hard enough that Kai has to catch him when he trips at the top of the steps.Â
âWhatâd you even write on the note?â Kai finally asks, a bit in awe.Â
Lloyd grins. âI told her good luck getting together her villainous volleyball team in jail.â
Kai blinks. âDo IâŚwant to know?â
âNope!â Lloyd says airily. âBut Iâve made my point.â
---
Regardless of some behaviors, the mental health hotline remains a constant idea. It simply happens to come up at inconvenient times, such as when Cole drops a dresser on his foot halfway across the courtyard.Â
He swears so loudly the whole monastery echoes with it.Â
âOh geez, Cole, are you okay? Whyâd you lift the whole thing on your own?â
âWe could have helped,â Zane rushes over. âYou donât have to do it all yourselfââ
âYes I do!â Cole yells. âIâm stronger than that, Iâm supposed to be stronger, I have to be stronger or youâre all going to die next timeââ
He cuts off abruptly. Zane looks heartbroken. Jayâ
Is suddenly busy smacking Cole upside the head.Â
âNo, you donât!â he snaps back, even louder. âYou donât have to do it by yourself! None of you do! Every time anyone tries to do something by themselves it all goes wrong and we lose someone, so weâre never â doing that â again!âÂ
He seizes Cole around the arms, his wild eyes meeting Coleâs wide ones. âNo one blames you for the stupid tunnel. I donât care how strong you are. Weâre all here and thatâs what matters, so donât you dare put that at risk.â
âBut Iââ
âNo.â
âJay, Iââ
âNo.â
âIââ
âNo!â A manic expression overtakes Jayâs face. âNo, no, no! No oneâs taking the blame. No oneâs isolating themselves. No. One. Is. Going. Off. Alone. You hear me?!âÂ
The others are frozen, halfway outstretched hands caught as if suspended in ice. Kaiâs expression is twisted painfully. Lloydâs eyes are on the ground. Zane is as frozen as the metaphorical ice, and Nya looks devastated.Â
âNo more being alone,â Jay says, the fire in his voice giving way to something wetter and considerably more sniffly. âNo more. Donât â you canâtââ
âOkay,â Cole whispers. He carefully takes Jayâs hands from his shoulders, grasping them in his own instead. âOkay. No more going at it alone. I promise.â Â
 The monastery courtyard seems a little colder, in the silence. Â
âAnyone feel like circling back to the whole âsuing Harumiâ idea?â Kai finally speaks up.Â
Jay gives a wet snort.Â
âWell, weâre probably gonna need to afford tissues,â Lloyd says. His own voice isnât exactly dry, either.Â
---
The downside to sticking therapy smack at the bottom of their priorities is that they all really are, in fact, not okay.Â
Most of the time, they manage.Â
Thereâs a solace in being together, a comfort in having the people you trust and care for most in the world right next to you when the nightmares get bad. When Jay awakens screaming for Nya or clutching at his throat for air, Nya is already holding his hand and Coleâs holding the rest of him.
When Zane lapses into silence too long, emotions a roiling mess that leave him paralyzed, Kai is there with one-two-threeâs for breathing and Lloyd is there to draw little cats with him until the world subsides again.Â
When Coleâs eyes shadow in training and his hits grow wild, Zane is there to pin him before he bloodies his hands and Jay is there to sing horrible off-key songs he loves until the panic ebbs.
When Nya stares at the water too-long, her eyes misty and her expression dreamy, Jay is there to hold her tight and Kai is there to talk until his voice goes hoarse and hers returns.Â
There are other times, though, when itâs harder.Â
It hits Kai this time about halfway through painting the walls of the kitchen a cheerful yellow, said paint splattered up to his elbows, courtesy of Lloyd. He glances down â to joke, to laugh, to not thinkâ
And pauses. With the headband heâs stolen from Pixal in place, pushing back the mass of thick blond hair, Kai can just see the purple-red edges of the swollen, irritated wounds that scar Lloydâs scalp. The twin marks are a better sight than when Kai first glimpsed them, bleeding circles that looked as if someone had drilled into Lloydâs skull â but not by much.Â
âSâfine,â Lloyd mutters, catching Kaiâs devastated expression. âI canât even feel âem. Not really.â
âLiar,â Kai rasps. âThey look awful.â
Lloyd makes a face. âGee, thanks a lot.â
âI mean it. What if they get infected, or worse, or â have you had Sensei look at them?â
Lloyd wraps his arms around himself, avoiding Kaiâs eyes. âNo. I didnât reallyâŚI did what he asked. What they both did. And then screwed the whole thing up, so it was all useless anyways, so Iââ
He bites his lip, hard enough to crack the already dry skin.Â
âI donât really wanna hear anyone telling me what else Iâm doing wrong with myself, right now.âÂ
Kai is angry enough to feel sick.Â
âThatâs stupid. Thatâs so stupid, he should â it shouldnât be like that, itâs â why didnât anyoneââ he shakes his head. âWhy doesnât anyone ever ask us if we wanna be â if we wannaââ
Lloydâs hand closes around his wrist, gently tugging Kaiâs own hand from where itâs clawed unconsciously at his arm, leaving ugly red stripes against his skin.Â
âYou asked,â he says, quietly. âThat meant a lot.â
Kai looks away. âLot of good it did.â
Lloydâs grip tightens. âIt meant the world to me,â he repeats, stronger this time.Â
âBut I couldnâtâ!â
Lloyd abandons his hold on his wrist to wrap his arms around Kai entirely, holding tight. Bony and strong and familiar, Kaiâs little brother to the core.Â
âThank you,â he says, fervently enough that Kai can feel the ache in his voice. âThank you for looking out for me.â
Kaiâs voice is a miserable mess of fought-back tears. âI couldnât even do anything.âÂ
âYou asked me what I wanted,â Lloyd says once again, and Kai can hear the edge of tears threatening his voice, now. âThat was everything.âÂ
Giving in, Kai drops his head into the mess of blond curls and hugs Lloyd back. Lloydâs hair smells like blood and paint and steel and the strawberry shampoo Skylor gave them, and now itâs gonna smell like Kaiâs stupid snot and tears.Â
âHey, having another hug party without me is lame.âÂ
Kai gives a wet, broken response as Nya throws her arms around them both.Â
âIdiots,â she murmurs, resting her head atop theirs. âI love you both, you know that?â
âEw, gross,â Lloyd snorts wetly. âHey Kai, Nya loves us.â
âLittle jerk, who you callinâ gross? And here I thought you loved us too.âÂ
âWell obviously I love you guys back, whoâs the idiot nowââ
Kai simply clutches them both and cries harder, as if holding onto them will stop himself from falling apart.
It works, in the ways that matter, though itâs always because theyâre holding back even tighter.Â
Later that evening, Zane bathes Lloydâs head in antiseptic and Jay forces them all to sit through the PowerPoint presentation heâs made with Nya titled âEvery Super Cool Totally Good Character with Horns Rankedâ. He loses them the minute he brings anime characters into it, as everyone suddenly develops incredibly passionate opinions about the rankees, but Lloydâs laughing too hard to have his own opinion and Kai doesnât feel like heâs drowning under inadequacy anymore â just choking to death under the weight of Jayâs elbow for daring to insult Re:Zero as an anime âsince it actually has Oni in it, idiot, your opinion is trashââÂ
They get things back to being okay, one way or another.Â
---
Somewhere in the third month of renovations, they finally scrounge up six whole beds. It takes a good deal of dragging and cursing, but they finally manage to move into their own rooms, the once-empty spaces looking a little less lonely.Â
âNow we donât have to all sleep together in the same room anymore,â Jay announces. Thereâs no small amount of celebration at that.
The celebration lasts up until sometime around three in the morning, at which point the consistent nightmares land them all right back in the pile of communal air mattresses.Â
âJust for like, one more night,â Kai yawns, as Lloyd curls closer beneath his arm.Â
âTotally, yeah,â Nya echoes, one leg spread across Jay, her arm sprawled over Kai.Â
âGo to sleep already, FSMâ sake,â Cole begs, before slumping over Zane.Â
For all Coleâs begging, heâs still the first to act when Zane suddenly lurches up from the bed, gasping for air like heâs drowning and giving them all joint heart attacks.Â
ââhey, hey, itâs okay, itâs just usââ
Coleâs hands hover, non-threatening, as Zane buries his face in his palms, breathing ragged. The others have begun to get up now as well, the slow kind of approach that lets Zane know exactly where each of them are.Â
âI despise this,â Zane spits, as his hand drags down to fist over his chest. âI hate feeling like this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate itââ
âI know,â Cole says. âI know.â
âThis is why â itâs so much easierââ
âItâs okay, itâsââ
âIt is not! I do not need to breathe, and yet I canât!â Zane bursts out, frustrated and frightened. âIâm not supposed to break down like this, I do not, I do notââ
âYouâre not a machine,â Cole says steadily. âYou get to break down.âÂ
âBut if Iââ
âYou donât,â Lloyd murmurs. âYou donât have to turn âem off, Zane. Youâre one of the strongest people I know.âÂ
Zaneâs head lowers, his eyes shadowed. âIt wouldnât hurt,â he says, but itâs reluctant.Â
âYeah, youâd never hurt, but youâd never be happy, either,â Kai says. âAnd thatâd suck.â
âItâd suck for us, too,â Cole speaks up. âWeâd have to live without your laugh. Without your sassy remarks. Without your kindness.â
âWeâd live without you,â Lloyd says, quietly. âAnd you wouldnât really be living, would you?â
Zane crumples, his shoulders shaking as he allows Kai to pull him close.Â
âIf it gets too much, just come to us,â Jay says. âWeâll be more, okay? Weâre pretty good at that.â
Zane gives a wet, stifled laugh.Â
âDonât go, even if itâs just your emotions leaving,â Nya murmurs, her head against his. âIt isnât worth it.â
With slowing shudders, Zane lets himself relax, the warmth of their little family pressing around him. Kai is an immovable barrier at his side, save for where Lloydâs tucked beneath his arm. Jayâs legs tangle with Lloyd and Coleâs, his hand held tightly in Nyaâs. Â
âLeaving isnât worth it,â Nya echoes. âNot in any lifetime.â
---
Bit by bit, the monastery comes together.Â
The smell of new paint gives way to a familiar scent of mixing elements and laundry soap, one thatâs followed them since the first Bounty. They comb through every online shop until they find the exact brand of sheets that feel like the first apartment they ever lived in together. Thrift shops and sales and birthdays stock closets once again, new hoodies that are quickly stolen and passed back and forth. The collection of CDâs and movies rebuilds into stacks once again through shared movie nights and pirated music.
And little by little, with the consistent passage of time, photographs line the walls of the monastery once again.
 A little older, a little worn, but a collection of family all the same.Â
---
âExcept we still donât have damn central heatingââÂ
âSuck it up and light the fireplace, hothead.âÂ
âNo respect in this city. None at all.âÂ
#lego ninjago#ninjago#post-crystalized#my fanfic#had to post one (1) at least#tbh this is terrifying! i forgot how to write#my fic
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about damn time !!!
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË in which he finds out that his pregnant fiancĂŠe can really hold a grudge.
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for when you love them too much to stay mad at them. Ë ŕźâĄ â・Ë
real life // carlos sainz jr. x fem!reader
warnings - language, pregnancy talks.
author's note - had too much fun writing this, hope u like it as well!! thank u so much for reading, i love you <3 requests are open!!!
âĄ;- ę° Â°real life ęą
"charles?"
"yeah?"
"can you tell your friend to stop poking me with that damn stick?"
"carlos," charles sighed, rubbing his face tiredly as he sat between his two best friends.
"yeah?"
"stop poking y/n with that damn stick."
"tell her to tell me that herself."
"y/n?"
"yeah?"
"tell him to stop poking you with that damn stick yourself."
"tell him to stop poking with that damn stick before i break it and shove the pieces high up his ass."
"carlos?"
"yeah?"
"your fiancĂŠe is really fucking scary."
"i know."
"why are you guys even fighting?" charles asked, looking from y/n, who was very pointedly ignoring carlos who was watching with a nervous smile on his face, trying his best to get her attention for the past hour. he wasn't very successful and resorted to more inconvenient methods, which included poking his pregnant fiancĂŠe with a small wooden stick that he had found in god-knows-which cursed corner of their house.
"ask your friend that because apparently i'm too stupid," y/n snapped, standing up and leaving the room without even sparing carlos a glance.
"shit, what'd you do?" charles asked as he watched her retreating form. "the only time i have ever seen her pissed was when max ate her last cookie. i have never seen a man so terrified."
"why is it you always assume i did something?" carlos whined, burying his face into a cushion.
"because it is always you, that does something," charles retorted, moving to lay back against the couch.
"fair but doesn't mean it's nice," carlos narrowed his eyes at his teammate. "and it was a stupid thing i said this morning. word of advice, it's always better to stay silent when you have a pregnant fiancĂŠe with anger issues."
"holy shit," charles laughed in disbelief, not really understanding what stupid thing could his friend have said to make y/n this mad. "what did you say?"
"well, since we found out that we were gonna have a baby, she's been so invested in knowing what's the size of the baby like it's the size of a grain of rice, two grains of rice, end to end, a â "
"what's the size of your crotch goblin right now?"
"first, it's about the size of a blueberry right now and second, don't ever refer to my child as a crotch goblin."
"pet sperm?"
"what is wrong with you?"
charles shrugged, motioning him to continue with his account of what had happened in the morning.
"uh â and she also tells me that the baby grew a heart today, or that the heart is 's' shaped right now and soon it'll have limbs and all, yeah?"
"uh huh," charles hummed, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought about what ever could carlos have had said about this for them to be like this.
"and today, apparently the baby developed a brain or something and y/n came in all excited and she was like 'mi amor, i grew a brain today' referring to our child and i said that..."
"that..?" charles raised his eyebrows, sitting up straight as he watched carlos inhale deeply before he finished his sentence.
"i said that it was about damn time," carlos whispered, as if afraid that y/n would hear him once again.
"oh."
"oh."
"you said that?"
"i said that."
"to a pregnant woman?"
"if the doctor's appointments are legit, then yes, to a pregnant woman."
"who happens to be your fiancĂŠe?"
"i'm not sure anymore, to be honest."
"do you have a death wish?!" charles exclaimed, looking at carlos with wide eyes.
he knew how well y/n could hold a grudge and her anger was something you would never want to be on the receiving end of. and a pregnant y/n was a force to be reckoned with. the mood swings were already heavy on not just carlos, but their entire friend group, no one wanting to get yelled at by a woman who wore fluffy socks and sang taylor swift during long drives.
"i knew i fucked up as soon as i said it," carlos groaned, running his hand through his hair. "i thought she was gonna get mad."
"she didn't?" charles asked, surprised at the revelation. he knew if he had said that to her, he would on the next flight, any flight, out of the country.
"no," carlos grimaced, as if reliving that moment. "i thought she would, to be honest, her mood swings are wild this week but she didn't. she just stared at me for a minute before walking away."
"woah," charles nodded, not knowing what to say. "that feels worse."
"yes, especially because i think i made her cry," carlos admitted with a frown, fiddling with his fingers. "i hate it when she cries because she hates it when she cries. something about her feeling overdramatic for crying at every single overwhelming thing, even though i tell her that it's okay. it's just those hormones. she hates crying and this pregnancy is really challenging that and i think i made her cry this morning. she was just excited to tell me about our baby and i unintentionally and indirectly called her stupid."
"you're stupid," charles immediately said, looking at carlos with an incredulous look on his face. "i feel bad for her. i mean, i know that she's mean sometimes and she yells at us when we're being stupid but her crying feels, i don't know, wrong."
"yeah," carlos sighed, standing up and nodded towards the direction of the master bedroom. "i better go and try to talk to her. you'll be okay in the guest room, no?"
"yes, i will be, thank you," charles smiled at his friends before making his way towards the guest bedroom, leaving carlos in the living room.
the man sighed, switching off the tv that played a random movie before he turned off the lights, making his way towards their bedroom.
he paused in the front of the door, his hand lingering on the handle before he pushed it open carefully, thinking that she was already asleep. his eyes took a few seconds to adjust in the dark as he moved blindly towards the bed, reaching for any furniture in his vicinity. he tried his best not to make any noise as he moved as y/n was asleep not even three feet away from him and he would not have her any more mad at him.
he finally found himself by the edge of bed and quickly got in after discarding his t-shirt and pulled the covers over him. he didn't dare move, in fear of waking her up. he knew that it was sometimes difficult for her to fall asleep, always one thing not being right, sometimes it would be the pillow and the other times it would be the texture of the bedsheets against her skin. he had found her in the living room all by herself at three in the morning too many times to count. so, whenever she finally fell asleep, he would do his best not to wake her up.
he sighed, feeling weird, not having her right against him as they both slept. instead she was there, all over her own side of the bed, a good few inches between them.
carlos couldn't take it anymore, he'd gotten used to having her lay next to him, her arms around him while his rested on her stomach, tracing random patterns. with a swift movement, he reached across the bed and pulled her towards him, whispering a soft 'sorry'.
y/n exhaled deeply, her hands unconsciously going around carlos as she shifted to get more comfortable against him.
"this doesn't mean i forgot what you said this morning," y/n's voice spoke, barely above a whisper but carlos heard it loud and clear.
"i'm sorry, hermosa," carlos kissed her forehead, moving to place kisses down her face, sighing softly. "forgive me?"
"you know, i already do," y/n whispered, holding his hand that rested on her stomach. "i'm sorry, i was being overdramatic earlier."
"no, no, no," carlos rushed to correct her, holding his face in her hands as he shook his head. "you were not being overdramatic. you just wanted to share something about our baby with me and i said something stupid and made you cry. i'm sorry."
"technically, these stupid pregnancy hormones made me cry," y/n answered, a slight giggle escaping her making carlos chuckle.
"i love you," carlos sighed, pulling me her impossibly closer to him. "so fucking much."
"i love you so much more," y/n turned head and pulled herself up so she could plant a kiss on his lips, smiling slightly when he pulled her back into another one. "you're the best."
"i think you confused yourself with me, sweetheart."
"of course i did," y/n laid her head back on the pillow, her hands fiddling with carlos' fingers. she couldn't help but feel her heart swell up with love for her fiancĂŠ and for her baby, who would be soon joining them.
she stayed there, for god knows how long, thinking of her perfect family before she turned her head towards carlos, not really seeing his face in the dark. with the way he was breathing evenly, the fact that he had not spoken in minutes and the hand that had been tracing shapes on the exposed skin of her stomach laid limp, she reckoned he fell asleep. and even though he was asleep and couldn't hear her, she couldn't help but say it one last time.
"i love you, so fucking much."
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hii !! so for the celebration thingy ;
number: 3. character: tom riddle aesthetic (from the wheel) horror academia.
im ok w smut ! :) also have a good day
hey babes! thanks for sending a request, hope youâre having a good whatever time of the day it is for you đ¤ so, at first i wanted to reply and say that itâs me whoâs supposed to choose the aesthetic, but i just really wanted to do this one with tom, because it fits so well!! so, your aesthetic isâŚ
â horror academia
(reflects the difficulty and laborious workload of real academia, manifesting in the spooky, grim, dark, and monstrous horror ambience)
ۜৠnavigation ; masterlist ; tom m-list ; how to request ; 1k celebration
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"baby."
tomâs clenched jaw and a small sidelong glare he shoots your way shows that he still very much doesnât appreciate the pet name. you sigh, and your hands that have been massaging his shoulders move further down his body, over the planes of his chest, making the woolen fabric of his sweater wrinkle under your touch. his body doesnât relax in the slightest.
"can you please-"
"not tired."
tomâs voice is firm and cold, but you hear the slightest bit of exhaustion there. you know heâs lying; as much as he adores keeping up the facade of being unbreakable, youâve known him long enough to see the signs: the shadows under his eyes, barely there, but noticeable under the dreary lighting in his dingy apartment; the way his hand shakes around the quill ever so slightly as he scribbles down some words you donât understand (and donât really want to).
you sigh again, somewhat frustrated, because of course heâd never admit to being out of it. slowly, you sink down onto your knees, crawling underneath his desk. he doesnât even seem to notice, his eyes already in another huge crumbling tome.
your hands travel up his thighs, softly kneading the tense and undoubtedly cramped muscles. that seems to bring him out of his studious daze, and he leans back, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. you give him a small shrug and tug at the elastic of his cotton pants. he runs his hand over his face, slightly shaking his head.
"not in the mood,â he mutters, but you know heâs lying again. thatâs what his hardening cock is telling you, anyway. you shake your head back and still your hand over the bulge that has formed at his front. several long seconds pass before he finally, finally leans against the back of the chair.
you let out a breath of relief and pull his pants down to his knees, met with the sight of his cock springing out against his lower abdomen. kissing up his length, you look up at him through your eyelashes only to see him close his eyes and tilt his head back, his lips parted and letting out short breaths. finally, he relaxes.
your tongue starts swirling around the tip, and you hear a moan from above. itâs quiet and soft, but you know what it means: heâs really, really tired. he barely ever moans, but right now, your tongue seems to be coaxing sounds out of him. feels nice.
when your mouth envelops him completely, tom gasps. when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, he lets out a ragged breath. his thighs take up the entirety of the narrow chair seat, so his hands hang slack, twitching every time your tongues makes a particularly firm movement. another moan breaks out of him as he spills down your throat, his whole body going limp above you.
"baby-"
"no."
"okay, tom. letâs go to bed? please?"
"not tired."
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⼠you should see me in a crown by billie eilish
⼠so take this night by black lab
⼠shattered by trading yesterday
⼠born to burn by the neighbourhood
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Overwatch Ladies Reaction to You in a Little a Bunny Costume Ë ŕŁŞ đâĄď¸đ ×
Characters: Moira, Kiriko, Ashe, Junker Queen, D.Va
Contains: NSFW (men and minors dni), reader in a bunny costume (fluffy tail, ears, and everythingâŚ), sub!reader except for with D.Va, praise and slight degradation, use of pet names, reader is referred to as bunny a lot
Listening to ⪠ིŕž: Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls
Notes: AHHHH my first multi character hc post !! Iâm getting into the Halloween mood rightttt about now, so I decided to write about some of my favorite OW ladies reacting to you dressing up as a bunny that leaves little to the imagination for Halloween <3
â¤ď¸ Moira
⢠Ahhh of course we have to start off with my wife <3.
⢠She doesnât seem like the type, but secretely she loves when you dress you dress up for her. She adores when you wear dainty lingerie, so when she sees you in nothing but a pink, lace-up corset, little panties with a fluffy bunny tail, matching bunny ears, and white stockings, it gets her heart pumping faster.
⢠She would want nothing more than to just tear everything off of you right then and there, but that would mean less time to see you in the little get up.
⢠It was the weekend before Halloween, and Talon had hosted a party before the actual holiday, so you decided to attend even though your girlfriend favored staying in the lab instead.
⢠She assured you, sheâd be fine at the lab, and that youâd see each other after the party, she was never one for large gatherings. She hadnât seen your costume though, so after the party when you peeked your head into the lab she was shocked.
⢠âMy⌠I didnât know my little bunny was such a whore.â She had spoken when you stepped through the door, shutting it gently. You practically skipped over to her, giving her a little 360 before plopping down on her desk in front of herâdocuments be damned! âYou like?â You raised your brows at her waiting for a response. âMore than like, my bunny.â Her voice was dripping with lust as she yanked you to the edge of her desk, papers flying off as you scrambled to keep your balance.
⢠She wasted no time pulling you to a standing position before bending you over her desk, your little tail on full display to her. Her thin fingers played with it gently before running over your clothed folds, marveling at how wet you already were.
⢠âLooks like my little rabbit needs a reminder on who she belongs too..â Her deep voice permeated every part of your being as she pulled your panties to the side and sank two fingers into your drooling cunt.
â¤ď¸ Kiriko
⢠Sheâd so be into pet play⌠I just know it.
⢠âWhat do you think?â A grin played on your glossed lips as you showed her your Halloween costume. She was sitting across from you on the bed, legs spread so invitingly for you to go sit on.
⢠Wordlessly she pat her lap and you didnât have to be told twice to come sit. Your legs straddled her own and you wrapped your arms around her neck gently. âI think the costume would be complete with thisâŚâ She mumbled before securing a white collar around your neck.
⢠âMy cute...â Her hands worked from your neck down to the small of your back, and finally rested at the swell of your ass.
⢠Being the tease she is, she would pay special attention to the bunny ears and fluffy tail instead of where you needed her most. She just adores seeing you get so needy for her in such a vulnerable and exposed state.
⢠If you were planning on attending a Halloween party that night, good luck because Kiriko would want to keep you all to herself when youâre dressed up so pretty for her.
â¤ď¸ Ashe
⢠We already know sheâs very possessive, so sheâs halfway torn between not wanting a single soul to see you dressed up like this, and wanting everyone to see what a cutie you are and knowing they could never have you. After all, you were property of the Deadlock leader.
⢠Donât get her wrong though, she doesnât want to control what you wear, she just wants to make it known, youâre hers.
⢠Sheâd love running her fingers over the wires of the corset, feeling every little curve of your body that was hidden under the garment.
⢠You were nursing a drink at the Deadlock Halloween party, and Ashe had you glued to her side the entire night. Anytime you would stray from her, all she needed to do was tug you by the laces on the back of your corset and youâd be snug by her side again.
⢠The two of you had decided to sit in a booth at the bar away from prying eyes while everyone celebrated the holiday. Before you could sit beside her, her hands planted firmly on your hips pulling you to sit in her lap instead.
⢠âYouâre not gettinâ away, sugar.â Ashe mumbled against your neck, her red lipstick leaving smeared prints as she sucked little bruises onto your skin. âNot when youâre dressed like the sweetest bunny for meâŚâ
â¤ď¸ Junker Queen
⢠Sheâs the least shameless out of everyone on this list about loving the costume.
⢠âDressed up like this just for me?â Her rough voice sent heat straight between your thighs as she towered over you, caging you inbetween herself and the wall.
⢠You nodded your head, eagerly awaiting what was to come. She shook her head slightly before speaking once more, âLegs try that again.â Her hands slid off the wall and instead gripped your waist firmly. âUse your words. Ya dressed up like this for me?â
⢠âYes DezâŚâ Your sweet voice did wonders for her sex drive, she wanted to just slide your panties to the side and fuck you senseless.
⢠Sheâd love to see you in a bunny costume any day of the year, but there was something she loved about seeing you so excited for the holiday. Despite her wanting to to completely ruin you, she just thought you were cute in the little outfit.
⢠Before fucking you though, sheâd love to making you put on a show for her to to see every last part of the costume. Sheâs very hands on as well. Sheâd love to play with the tail that was pinned to your back side, and the bunny ears that rested atop your head.
â¤ď¸ D.va
⢠Please forgive me, I have no idea how to write more dominant reader, but Iâll try my best! I just canât really see D.Va as being dominant, but I wanted to include her anyway since her biggest motif is a bunny!
⢠She loved seeing you in anything frilly and girly, so seeing you in that soft corset, tiny panties, and with your fluffy little tail sticking out just like the ears on top of your head.
⢠I think sheâd get super flustered seeing you in something like this, her cheeks would heat up, and sheâd have a hard time sitting still as you crawl on top of her, settling yourself right on top of her hips.
⢠You took her soft hand and placed it on the soft fur of your bunny ears, making her feel the texture before guiding her hands down to your breasts. Hana wanted nothing more than to feel your skin under the corset, but she would take whatever you wanted to give her.
⢠You guided her hands down to the bunny tail before letting her plant them firmly on your ass. She swallowed thickly, looking up at you with her doe-like eyes silently begging to touch you more.
⢠âOh little bunny⌠Look at you.â Your sickly sweet voice, the way you were settled on top of her, and the costume you wore were all making her extremely worked up and you could almost feel how wet she was getting uunderneath you. Who were you to deny your sweet bunny her pleasure?
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