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strangersteddierthings · 1 year

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Porcelain Steve - Part 3

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

Eddie hasn't moved from his spot on the Harrington's living room floor since El placed Steve back in his hands two hours ago except to switch his weight from side to side, depending on which buttcheek is currently numb. The mass exodus from the Byers-Hopper house to the Harringtons had taken less than 15 minutes and there has not been peace since, hence the remaining-on-the-floorness of it all for Eddie.

People stop by his stop in the living room to talk to Steve, looming over Eddie in their uncertainty. He stopped offering for people to take Steve after the third rejection because Eddie gets it; he's still the most chill about this (except Argyle, but Argyle is currently high, and Eddie is exceptionally sober and perhaps resenting that fact a bit) but he gets it. The situation is fucking freaky and maybe the thought of holding their transformed babysitter slash older brother figure slash hero might be a bit harrowing.

Of course, there's always an exception, so when Max lowers herself to the living room floor next to him, cane set down between them, and says, "Give him here." Eddie obeys, instructing her to hold her hands out so he can place Steve in them upright and facing her. Max's bones had healed alright, but she'd never get her vision back.

"Am I looking at his face?" She asks, gripping him around the waist with two hands like he's a messy hamburger.

Eddie can't actually tell from this angle if she's looking at his face but it's got to be close enough, so he says, "Yeah."

"Hey Steve," Max starts. "Everyone else is too much of a wuss to hold you but don't worry. They'll get over it. Not going to lie to you, though, this is pretty weird, but, like, mostly because I expected your body to be squishy, like a stuffed toy or those babydolls Holly drags around and forces us to take care of when we all hang out at the Wheeler's house. You know, the ones that are like soft with the plastic head, hands, and feet? That's what I expected." She runs one thumb up and down on his torso before tacking on, "ugh, this feels like a polo. Eddie, is he wearing a polo?"

"Yeah. I think he's in the outfit he was wearing when whatever happened happened. The polo was tucked into his jeans but Robin untucked it to check if there were scars on his lil' porcelain tummy."

"Are there?"

"Yeah. Painted on, Robin says. It's pretty accurate."

"Like, chest hair and all?"

"I... don't know? You'll have to ask Robin. She was the one holding him like two inches from her face."

Max's attention goes back to Steve. "I bet your tiny polo looks cute, simply because it's tiny. Only way a polo could be cute, Steve. I still can't believe you dress this way because you like it. And worse, I can't believe you actually pull off the look."

Eddie looks on, amused, as Max rambles from there. Which is an experience. Max isn't quiet by any means, but she's not a talk to fill the silence type, which is what this seems like. The topics are mundane, like how summer school is going, and about her plans to try and teach El how to skateboard using only verbal directions, and debating the pros and cons of trying to convince her mom to let her get a seeing-eye dog. Then, they make a turn Eddie didn't expect.

"I think I'm going to be mostly on babysitting duty instead of active research and rescue. You know, on account of the blindness and all. So, like, I hope you're going be okay just hanging out with me and listening to Kate Bush for hours."

He should not be feeling a twist in his gut of jealousy at the fact Max wants to take Porcelain Steve from him, and yet. "You gonna look after him, Max?"

She shrugs, turns her face towards Eddie, "I figured we'd all take turns babysitting. Might get boring for him otherwise. He'd drop everything to watch us, if this had happened to us. He has done that. We have to do the same for him. Plus, Steve likes to check in on us, don't you Steve? What better way than to give you, like, a day with everyone in rotation."

"Always the savior, never the saved, huh?" Eddie is trying to joke but Max's face twists into a frown and her arms lower for the first time, lower so Steve's little porcelain face stares up at the ceiling.

"No. Not always."

"Oh?"

"I saved him, once. From Billy. It was my fault he was even in danger," Max says, voice sad.

"I doubt it was your fault-"

"It was my brother trying to beat him to death," Max snaps and it shuts Eddie up quick. "And the only reason he was in the house, beating Steve to death, was because I couldn't follow the simple instruction of 'stay away from the window'. Steve could probably have gotten Billy to leave if I had. But I didn't listen, and Billy got in, and then he was threatening Lucas. He'd said 'you're dead, Sinclair' and then Steve had to be super lame but super cool at the same time by saying 'no, you are' and decking Billy in the face with, like, the full force of his body."

"That is a very lame thing to say."

"Right? Anyway, he was winning that fight until Billy cracked him over the head with a plate. Then it just went downhill so fast for Steve, and I was so sure I was about to watch my stepbrother murder someone. I-I don't even know what came over me, really. I'd never stood up to Billy before. I just knew I had to do something. There were these syringes filled with something that put you to sleep and I grabbed it and then I stabbed Billy with one and then threatening him with Steve's nailbat to never touch any of my friends again."

"Holy shit, Red. Metal as hell!"

She gives a small smile at that. "Well, the boys were basically useless so." She gives a shrug that suggests that sentence should have ended with what can you do?

"True. I've seen you girls in action. Scary and deadly."

Max looks down, then, back to Steve. "Alright, Steve. This is enough floor time for me. I'll yack your ears off later."

She holds Steve back out to Eddie, and he returns Steve to the place in his lap. She gathers her cane and pulls herself from the floor, calling out to see where El is, then presumably going off to find her.

"You really do have a tit-for-tat thing going on with these kids, don't ya?" Eddie chuckles, falling back into the quiet.

His mind does go back to Max and her story. Saving Steve from Billy. He's heard that story but never that part. Steve had given him a watered-down version that left out the fact Billy had threatened Lucas, and that Max had come to his rescue. He wonders if Steve even knows that part.

Had they told him? In Steve's version he's getting his ass beat, and then he's coming to in the back of Billy's car with Max at the wheel. It seems out of character for Steve to not take the time to brag about the kids.

Given the events of spring break of last year, and Max's complicated feelings towards Billy, maybe Steve does know the full story and it was left out intentionally. A thing left up to Max to tell or not, to have to relive. She's been better, doesn't bottle up the hard things anymore, even though it's not Eddie she talks to.

It's Steve.

Eddie feels a bit worse about his jealousy earlier. Of course, Max wants to spend time with Steve even if he can't talk back. He's been the stable male figure in her life for years, just like he's been for Dustin.

He looks up, really taking in the people around him. All the people that have gathered because they care about Steve. All the kids, their peers, Joyce, and Hopper, and some guy Eddie's never even heard of before named Murray.

Does Steve even know how much he means to everyone here?

He's going to ask Steve just that but Robin shouts from the dining area at the same time he opens his mouth, so he snaps his jaw shut and focuses in on that.

"Absolutely not! Those assholes dealt with StarCourt by burning it to the ground and that's it! What do you think they'll try and do to Steve!?" Robin's back is to Eddie, so he can't see her face, but he can see Nancy's, who she seems to be yelling at. Nancy looks determined.

"I'm not saying we go asking the shady government for help immediately! I just brought it up as an option for if we hit a dead end, or can't figure this out, or-" Nancy argues back, and Robin cuts her off.

"Shut up! We'll figure it out! We have before."

Nancy's face softens, looks sadder. "I know, Robin. I do. But how long do we try ourselves? How many days, weeks, months, do we just keep trying ourselves while Steve is stuck? We don't even have a starting point for fixing this, the least we can do is plan a time to ask for help."

"Nancy's right," Hopper says, even if he sounds upsetting about admitting it out loud. "We can trust Owens at least. He helped us."

"No, I'm with Freckles there. You cannot trust anyone in the government, Jim. How many times do you need to learn that lesson?" Murray says in a condescending tone (though Eddie hasn't heard any other tone from him, so maybe that's just his voice?).

Eddie finally stands from the floor. This feels like an argument he should join.

#steddie #my fic #platonic stobin #steve & his found family #porcelain steve #leaving it here because the point of the story is not about how they go about solving this #the point is steve and his feelings and everyones feelings about him

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earl-grey-teacake · 2 months

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Baby!Oscar + Carlando snippet

I have neglected them long enough in my Baby!Loscar AU!

Oscar is about 7 months in this.

Pancakes

Oscar loved solid food. He loved mashed-up sweet potatoes and pasta and everything that Carlos made for him. That also included these warm, squishy brown cakes put in front of him.

"Here you go, Oscar. These are pancakes."

They smelled really good and sweet. They also felt squishy like some of the toys he had. Immediately, he grabbed a of chunk of pancakes and shoved it into his mouth. It was like the first time Uncle Daniel gave him chocolate. With the fervor of a starving man, Oscar shoved more of the cakes into his mouth until the 2 squishy treats were off the plate.

"Uhhhh!" He wanted more.

"Oh, you really liked them didn't you?" Lando laughed, reaching over to wipe his mouth.

However, like an addict, Oscar reached over and took a fistful of pancakes from Lando's plate and shoved it in his mouth.

"Hey, that's mine!"

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Battery

Carlos's phone-0%

Carlos's iPad- 0%

Lando phone- 0%

Lando's iPad- 0%

Oscar stared at the black screen and the empty battery sign flashing in his face.

"Oscar, you have to let them charge." Carlos tried to coax Oscar away from the charging station.

"uhhhhhh!" Oscar, however, only flailed his arms and legs.

It was his time to talk to Logan. The rule was after lunch, he would take his afternoon nap and once he woke up, he could Facetime Logan. However, his parents got carried away with work so by the time he woke up, everything was out of battery.

"Oscar, they won't charge if you stare at them," Carlos said, carrying the baby away from the wires and wall sockets.

"Lo! Lo!" Oscar reached out and cried.

“I know, I know,” Carlos patted him on the back to comfort him. “Dad and I messed up. We’re very sorry. After they’re charged, you can talk to Oscar, okay?”

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Stuffed Animal ext.

Oscar wanted to cry. He clung tightly to the wet, brown bear with the blue ribbon tied around its neck. He was practically laying on top of it so Carlos wouldn't take it away.

"Oscar, it's very dirty. We have to wash it." Carlos spoke firmly on the matter.

"Come on, Oscar. We'll give it back right away." Lando said, trying to roll Oscar over so they could get the toy.

No, Oscar could not give it to them. This was Logan's bear and he gave it to Oscar. Oscar had to protect it so Logan could come back.

That reason was sadly not shared by his parents who wrangled the bear from his grip and tossed it in the washing machine.

"WAHHHH!" Oscar yelled as he saw the machine fill up with water and the bear float amongst the soapy bubbles. Oscar stayed there, watching through the glass for the water to drain and for him to get the bear back.

"Oh, is it done?" Carlos walked over and gently picked Oscar up and opened the door.

Oscar reached his hands out for the sopping-wet bear only to have it pulled away from him and tossed in the dryer.

“AHHHH!”

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All Together

Oscar’s crib was in his parent’s room at the end of the wall. They had tried to have a separate nursery for him but the constant waking up and the anxiety of having their child in another room all alone was too much for their anxiety. Usually, Oscar was great at sleeping, he loved sleeping. You could lay him down, turn off the lights and he would be knocked out in less than 10 minutes. Today seemed to be an exception since it was two hours past his bedtime and Carlos was still unable to put him down for bed. He was relentless in his refusal to sleep and Carlos was running out of options. He was also starting to get very tired due to an early morning.

“Please, baby. What do you want?” Carlos pleaded as Oscar crawled around on the bed and settled on Lando’s pillow.

“Do you want Lando? Do you want Dad here?” Carlos asked as Oscar hugged the pillow tightly before rolling over and laughing.

“Come on, let’s go get your dad.” Carlos picked Oscar up and walked over to Lando’s office where the sound of yelling and laughter could be heard through the door.

Oscar loved his dad’s office. There was so much cool stuff in it and he loved pretending to drive on the sim even if he was too little to actually use it. Lando opened the door and poked his head out, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Oscar wants you to go to bed. He won’t sleep without you.”

“Aww, Oscar. Did you miss me?” Lando cooed, carefully angling his head so Oscar did not appear on the camera. He was always careful about how and when Oscar would show up on his stream. “I’ll wrap it up and go to bed in 5 minutes, okay Osc?” Lando tickled him under his chin, causing him to squirm and turn his head away.

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Night Driving

Oscar, despite his pickiness and his very early dislike of Carlos, actually liked Carlos. In fact, Lando would argue Carlos was the favorite right now since any attempt to put Oscar down to sleep was met by incredibly loud wailing. Thankfully the apartment had thick walls or else the neighbors would be complaining. Still, it was 1:00 AM and Lando desperately wanted to go to bed. Oscar, however, couldn’t care less what his dad wanted and was more focused on showing off his lung capacity.

“Please, Oscar.” Lando wanted to cry. He wanted to go to bed and nothing he was doing was soothing his poor baby.

“WAHHHH!” Oscar wanted both his dad’s in the room. That was how things always were. Both of them would kiss him good night, tell him they loved him, and then go to bed. However, Carlos was in Maranello which means no good night kiss for Oscar and no “I love you”. How else was Oscar supposed to react knowing that his Papa didn’t love him?

“Okay, let’s try this.” Lando looked up from his phone and grabbed a thick blanket, wrapping Oscar in it.

Oscar looked around confused as they made their way to the parking garage and got into Lando’s car. Lando placed Oscar in the car seat and placed the blanket on him. Oscar was less than pleased. He went from crying over Carlos not being here to being put into a car seat. He hated the car seat.

“Wahhh!”

“I know. I know, baby but trust me.” Lando started the car and pulled out of the garage, traversing along the dark, empty street of Monaco where their only companions were the street lights and the stars above. Lando didn’t know how long he drove but at some point, the crying quieted down and by the time he pulled back to the garage, Oscar was completely knocked out.

"You like the car, huh?" Lando laughed softly as he carried Oscar back to the apartment. "That's good. You're just like your dads."

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Cheerleader

Lando was training with Jon when Oscar crawled in. He had woken up from his nap on the play mat and crawled over to see what his dad was doing.

“Oh, hi Oscar,” Jon greeted the baby. Oscar wandered in like he owned the place and plopped himself in front of Lando, who was in the middle of doing a set of push-ups.

“Ba! Ba! Ba!” Oscar clapped as Lando finished a set.

“Aw, look you have your own cheerleader.” Jon laughed as Lando lay on the floor exhausted.

“Hi Oscar, did you have a good nap?” Oscar smiled and reached over to pat Lando on the head.

“Aw, look at how encouraging he is. Come on, you can finish two more sets.”

Lando, however, only rolled on his back and groaned. “Ugh! I’m tired.”

Oscar, however, was having none of it and clapped his hands again. He came for a show. He wanted to see his dad do all these cool things Oscar couldn’t do. “Bah! Bah!”

"You want to help?" Lando grabbed his baby and laid Oscar on his chest and started to lift him up in the air.

"Just two sets of this right?" Lando asked as Oscar squealed in delight.

****

If you want more of the little snippets or just want the full story of the snippet, feel free to ask!!! 🥰

#f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #lando norris #carlando #carlos sainz #Baby!Oscar #Baby!Loscar

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multiwreckedmess · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1

Prompt: Costume Pairing: San x fem!reader WC: 1,900 Summary: When you and your boyfriend have a minor disagreement on what to do for your halloween costumes, you hatch a plan to have him see your side.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent San or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

TW/CW under the cut

TW/CW: Sort of petplay, reader called “kitty”, “kitten” as well as “babe” and “sweetie”, oral (m. receiving), unprotected intercourse, finishing inside, tail plug mentioned. I think that’s about it.

Staring into the monochrome abyss of San’s closet you huff. “Babe? What are we wearing for Hongjoong’s Halloween party?” He doesn’t turn from his game, frantic clicks of the mouse filing the space where his reply should be. “Babe?” You ask again, foolishly hopeful. More clicking, punctuated by a flood of curses under his breath. You purse your lips and turn to him, the silhouette of his chair blocking him. “San?” His fist slams into the table, “SHIT! Sorry. Dead. I got 1 minute. What? Sorry.” “Costume. Halloween party?” “I was thinking we’d buy a couples-” “BUY?” Your eyes bug incredulously. The thought opens wide a can of childhood trauma. Years of your parents insisting that you create your costumes with clothes either from the second hand store or existing closet pieces with minimal single use articles. While others got to dress as Jesse from Toy Story or Cinderella, you had to figure out your best approximation of what a witch would look like in modern dress. San’s brows furrow in confusion. “What? Yes? How else do you get a costume?” “Where is your spirit of creation?! I might as well dress up like a cat if you’re just going to buy some shitty costume.” San rolls his eyes, exasperated. “You can’t make a cat into a couples costume.” “You go ahead and buy the costumes. I’ll put together mine and show you how much better it is.”

It’s manipulative, you know it is, as you examine yourself in the mirror. You’d probably never wear this ensemble out, but it was about the message. Fuzzy ears clipped to the top of your head matched beautifully with the tail plug tickling the back of your thighs from under your skirt. It was almost unfair, almost.

Leaning against the doorframe you watch him click away, unaware of the treat sitting mere meters away from him. You knock and wait patiently with a small smirk tugging at your lips. “He-holy shit,” San turns and stops in his tracks, eyes racking over your body. Whatever he was doing or going to do long forgotten he launches himself from the computer chair. He whole body throbs for a second as his arms tighten around you and lift, moving you with ease. For a second he considers tossing you fully onto the mattress but decides better, it would be a waste instead placing you in the center of the bedroom. “Such a pretty kitty,” San purrs, pushing your hair behind your ear. Nails scratching lightly at your scalp, his eyes shine as as shiver runs down your body. “So you like it?” You tug slightly at the half gloves covering your wrist, smoothing them taut to you. Small rubber paw prints adorn the palms, soft and squishy and pink. Your stockings have them too, just at the ball of the foot, with matching pretty pink bows at the tops of the thighs. You twirl, tripping lightly as the rubber paws grip the ground more than you’re prepared for. San’s arms wrap around you again and secure you as his chest blocking your tumble. “Maybe a little dangerous to wear out,” he muses, hand trailing your spine. “We’ll have to take care of that, won’t we kitty?” His mind feels hazy as the blood flow redirects southwards. He shouldn’t be as attracted to this outfit as he is. You just look so cute, so so SO cute it makes his head swim.

It’s impossible to hide the pulse of interest in his sweatpants, comfy and breathable grey cotton leaving nothing to the imagination. “Take care of what?” You bat your eyelashes dumbly, prolonging the game. Your hands skim down to the waistband of his pants, feeling the flex of his lower abs as his breath catches. His own hand pushes up the back of your skirt, tugging lightly at the tail, stirring the plug within you just enough to make you whine. “Don’t worry kitty, just follow me,” he smiles, palm cupping your ass. “get on your knees for me, won’t you?” You’ve never dropped to your knees faster, looking up at his toned body with wide eyes. He barely moves his head to look down at you, only his eyes following. Your mouth waters, staring at the tented outline pressing insistently to the fabric. “Be a good kitty and open your mouth for me,” his thumb strokes your cheek, your jaw softening and falling open in his hand. One handed, he pushes the top of his pants down, thick cock springing from the confines. Heavy and musky he taps the head on your outstretched tongue, sucking in air through his teeth. It the eager twinkle in your eye as you patiently wait for his next instruction that stokes the fire in his gut. “That’s it, now just the tip sweetie, just a little lick for me,” he coaxes.

Tongue flicking gently against the underside you listen for his breathy moan, mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You barrage him with sweet kitten licks all over the head of his dick. As much as he can control his body he couldn’t control his expression, fighting to keep his eyes open his eyelids flutter. “Li’e tha’?” You ask, words slurred with your tongue lolling out. “Just like that,” he sighs, “just keep your mouth open babe, let me do the work.” Letting the weight of his member rest heavily on your tongue you hold your head still, eyes fixed upwards, gazing at his face. Gathering your hair into a loose fist at the base of your scalp, his hips press forward into your inviting heat. It’s barely halfway down before he feels the resistant tight ring of your throat against him. Hazily he shallowly thrusts against it, the sound of your soft gags awakening something primal in him. Tears welling in your eyes you work hard to breath through your nose as he loses himself briefly to the rhythm. “Doin’ so well-,” he gasps, “a lil’ more. Such a good obedient kitty. A lil’ more for me.”

Your core throbs impatiently, gut twisting and tightening. His choked back moans and lack of oxygen have you lightheaded, your own hand wandering between your thighs to provide some relief to your unattended sex. Subtle twitches of his thighs and cock tell you he’s close, an unrepressed moan burbling up from your lungs has him retreating quickly, strands of spit and salty precum bridging the gap in your bodies. “Don’ wan’ cum?” You gulp and gasp, wiping your lips on the back of the arm warmers. San shakes his head, eyes unfocused and breathing heavily. You don’t have time to question why before he is pulling you up by your forearms and tossing you face down into the unmade sheets of the bed like you were little more than a misplaced pillow. He’s on you nearly as fast, hand running up the back of your thighs to your slit. “Practically dripping,” he growls and giggles all at once, giddy. You push back on his hand with a moan. “All for you,” your voice is horse and ragged. “Good kitty.”

The blunt pressure of his cock breaching your entrance forces a harsh exhale from you. Your skirt is bunched and balled into his fists at your waist, little more than makeshift handles for him to use as he pushes his way into your tight heat. The slickness of your arousal eases the push as his hips roll against you, deeper and deeper with each stroke until he’s fully seated in your cunt. Elated, you wiggle back at him, shaking the tail still snuggly held in by the plug. San marvels at how your walls stretch and hug to accommodate his thickness. The audio visual experience of your small moans and tight hole eagerly sucking him back dulls his wits. For a moment he drops the skirt to palm your ass, spreading you so he can better watch himself disappear as he shallowly fucks into you, absentmindedly stroking the fur of the tail draped down your back. It’s just enough to jostle the plug, tight ring of muscle flexing to hold it in. Your chest tightens and vision blurs, elbows faltering and falling cheek first into the mattress. “It feels good,” you try to say, only bubbles of spit and moans managing to make their way out of your mouth. “You’re so fucked,” San laughs as his hips snap into you faster. “You’re so hot.” “Fuuuuck,” you groan in agreement. “I’m fuuuuucked.” The words bounce with the shaking of your body, uncontrolled and automatic. San fists your strip of a skirt, using it as leverage to fuck into you harder and faster. You can hardly breathe as your orgasm rolls over you, one after another, walls clenching and spasming around his cock. Fingers claw at the bed, twitching as you pant and groan and swear underneath him. He drops his hold on your skirt, unceremoniously allowing you to crumple to the bed as he pulls from you. “Nooo,” you whine pitifully at the loss of sensation. Exhaustion plagues your muscles but your gut needs more, craves more. You ragdoll as he pushes you to your back, clambering between your thighs again. It’s rougher than he’s every been with you. You stomach flutters and flips and he practically folds you in half, pressing your knees up to your armpits and sliding back into you. “Don’t worry kitty, you’ll get your treat,” he murmurs in your ear, breath tickling your jaw. This angle is a different kind of intense, his body weight heavy on your lungs, restricting your airflow just enough to have you buzzing. His biceps flex as he holds himself and your legs up as best he can, your stockinged feet waving loosely in the air with each thrust. You hold onto him, clinging to his back with all your might. Your ears ring and rush as you lose yourself in his motions. “Cum, please, cum,” you chant into his shoulder. “Fuck your cum into your cute kitten.” Spit and sweat commingling on your lips. You curl up, forehead pressed to the junction as you climax, vision darkening and eyelids fluttering. You’d scream but your lungs are empty and diaphragm clenched. Everything burns from the inside out. Gasping, you bite down on his trapezius, his strangled groan of pleasure and surprise breaking through your haze as his hips stutter and slam as deep as he can go into you. The warmth of his release coats your walls as they work him.

San whimpers and then giggles quietly. “Sorrysorrysorrysorry,” you spew in a whispered prayer. “Don’t apologize to me,” he kisses your cheek. “Intense right?” You don’t answer, eyes closed in bliss. All is quiet except for your breaths and the occasional light smack of lips to skin as you pepper eachother with pecks. You let him lower your legs to the bed, release slightly seeping out around his cock as he moves you. “You like the costume?” You trade an obvious question with a second obvious question. “Skirts ruined, sorry,” he giggles again. “Pussy ruined.””

You glare at him. He shifts slightly, balancing himself on one arm as he grabs an errant ear from between the pillows. “See? Pussy ruined. Besides, not a couples costume so-” it was such a San answer, letting you win the battle but not the war.

I’m really not promising much if anything but I wanna write more frequently sooo here you go. As usual, please let me know if I am missing tags or if you’d like me to add any TW/CW that are sensitive for you to any upcoming fics!

Also i noticed the formatting is a little fucked on mobile i’m so sorry i think it’s that i copy paste in from another doc but like...it’s hard to tell. It’s the first paragraph. Sorry!!

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ateez smut #san smut #choi san smut #atz smut #ateez kinktober

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thedirtybeanlife · 7 months

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hiii!! if you are taking requests, could I please request price hcs with a plus size / chubby fem reader? sfw/nsfw ur choice <33 thank uu!!

(ofc! i love this!! i was actually planning on doing something like this with all of them <33)

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

(Let me know if you'd want me to do some as well for Soap and Gaz)

Price and Ghost Headcannons

(Plussize!Reader)

Captain John Price

SFW:

He fully believes you have the body of a goddess

Worships you like on as well

Loves to wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his large hands on your soft tummy, caressing the skin under your shirt with his thumbs

Doesn't stand for negative thoughts or insecurities

He will take extra measures to make sure you love your body just as much as he does

Feeling particularly down? sits you down in front of the mirror and kisses the parts you don't feel happy about, praising you until it's engraved in your brain that you're stunning

This man wants nothing more than his pretty girl to feel pretty, so every time he comes back from work, he brings a new outfit for you with him

Always makes sure it's something to show off your curves and soft skin

Loves to squish your cheeks slightly in his hand as you kiss

He loves how it puckers your lips more for him

Major thigh man

ALWAYS has a hand on your thigh, whether it's just resting there, caressing it, or squeezing it

Begs you to wear ripped skinny jeans so he can see your thighs bulge ever so slightly out of the ripped fabric

NSFW:

Wraps his arms around your thighs and grips your plump hips with his strong hands as he eats you out, forcing your legs to stay open

Missionary is his favorite position as it let's him see your face and body as he slowly fucks into you and praises you

'Doin' so good for me, pretty girl. look stunning laying down and taking my cock so well'

Always makes you orgasm before him

He wants to treat his girl right

Spends extra time kissing the parts of you that you feel insecure about, leaving hickeys along your soft skin, murmuring small praises as he does so

If you didn't have a praise kink before, you do now

His favorite sight is when your on your knees, taking his large cock in your mouth, your eyes gazing up at him as he caresses your cheek

Nearly sends him over the edge just by looking down at you

Always draws you a warmth bath after doing anything sexual and cleans you off, planting small kisses to your bare skin

Your his pretty girl and he'll do everything in his power to make sure you don't forget

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

SFW:

Absolutely adores you

He loves the fact that you're on the bigger side

Not that there's anything with being smaller, of course, but he just loves how he has more to hold

You're his own personal squishy toy

Loves to pick you up and carry you around anywhere and everywhere

Is it to show off that you aren't truly as heavy as you think? Or is it him showing off his strength?

Who knows? But both of you love it

Constantly buying you your favorite snacks

'Here, Love. Bought you some of those gummies you love when I was out'

Similar to Price, he loves to pick out clothes for you.

Pays for every item of clothing you pick out

Always buys you tiny little dresses and makes you try them on in the dressing room for him even if he already knows how good it'll look

Everything always looks good on you, he just wanted a show

NSFW:

Titty man

Always groping your chest

Cooking dinner? You know his hands are snaking up under your shirt to play with your nipples and leaves kisses along your neck

Reading a book on the couch? Not anymore. He lays between your legs and slides his hand under your shirt, toying with your chest making the book the least of your worries

Cowgirl is his favorite position

Loves watching your tits bounce as you move up and down on his cock

Will sit up enough so he can suck on your nipples and leave hickeys on them too

Grips your hips like his life depends on it, squeezing harshly, but not enough to leave marks or hurt (too bad at least)

Loves to eat you out until your shaking

Thoroughly enjoys the way your thick thighs wrap around his head when the pleasure becomes too much

#xreader #fanfiction #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #mw2022 #fanfic #oneshot #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #captain price

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gremlins-hotel · 6 months

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Post headcanons abt Arthur and his first baby you coward, you fool. The audience arrived, we are here, yet you stay silent upon the stage.

(Just joking ofc, tho id give you a kidney if you gave us some hcs abt their early days <3)

I know it's not a headcanon, but I hope this will still be satisfactory. A moment between a new father and his first son, to whom Arthur wishes the world.

“You coddle him,” came Rhys’ voice, blunt and teasing.

Arthur waved his brother’s words away. They were meaningless like wayward flecks of spume against the broad side of a ship in the face of the treasure held tight to his chest. Sleepless nights, tears, and the terror of the unknowing life. He had watched his son like a hawk for years, and the boy now grew blessedly stronger. Each time little Alfred grabbed his finger, the babe’s grip was vicelike, and Arthur knew the little chubby squish of pain was worth all his toils.

Alfred burbled up at Arthur, seeing his father’s watchful eyes glimmer, a mostly toothless smile scrunching his small face with joy.

Heart squeezing and eyes wide, Arthur knew he would endure it all again as long as that babe was laughing. Hugging the heavy bundle tighter to his chest, Arthur bounced the boy gently as he fiddled with a pocket of his coat. Life was difficult when one-handed, but he hated putting Alfred down. The troubles a baby could get into with any degree of autonomy he did not wish to imagine, not after famine and disease and blood. Alfred seemed determined to bind the world with his gums if his father allowed him, in any case, and to grab it without hesitation. There were dangers on the floor that the boy approached fearlessly. That determination. It was a good thing to have, Arthur knew, but woeful for life still so seemingly fragile.

A faint jingle answering his seeking fingers told the man he’d found his quarry. Arthur whisked the trinket from his pocket in a closed fist, the toy’s chain hanging from between two fingers. The near-sterling silver rings tinkled prettily against one another as he shook his fist above Alfred’s head. Curiosity lit the deep skies held in his son’s face like stars and Arthur couldn’t keep the soft smile from turning the corners of his mouth, shaking the chain again. Skies and stars indeed, for he had never observed someone to watch the heavens so closely at such a young age. Silently he praised the boy’s curiosity; one day it might have its questions answered if Arthur had anything to say about it. He would give that lad the sky and the seas.

Short, squishy fingers reached up for the chain, seeking the noisemaker with excitement. Arthur raised it away from his baby’s reach and took delight in seeing him try again. So he played the cat-and-mouse, jerking the prize just inches from Alfred’s grasp when he waved his hands skyward. Alfred laughed uproariously each time the toy made its metallic clinking and at seeing the smile on his father’s face. Arthur opened his fingers to reveal the rest of the shining silver toy and raised it to his mouth. One end was a sweet little whistle, which he blew quietly in the face of the babe. A high, windy note spiraled out into the air between them and Alfred laughed again, his entire face bright and bold. It made the boy redouble his efforts.

Arthur finally acquiesced, lowering his hand enough for those ferocious fingers to grip the tiny silver rings and tug. Once more Alfred’s burgeoning strength shot a bolt of pride through the man’s chest. With reluctant fingers he allowed the toy to drop into his son’s happy hands. Little curved talons, blunt by youth, curled around the moon-bright metal like a hunting bird content with its catch. The babe brought the whistle end to his soft mouth and immediately made to teethe on the silver. Tiny puffs of breath made the whistle sing and stutter, and Alfred’s eye glimmered happily, gazing up at Arthur as though he’d hung the heavens. Quickly he slobbered on the toy, but Arthur couldn’t help but feel enraptured by his son, drool or not.

Having forgotten the watching eyes beside him, it was Rhys’ voice that broke his reverie. “You ordered the coral, after all? No measure too small.”

Arthur blinked, looking up and away, then back to the toy in his son’s burbling mouth. The opposite end of the whistle had a stub of red, red coral from lands far away, polished to a beautiful shine. It was worth it to him. Anything to keep winding spirits and the fey away from his boy who had already suffered enough. No measure too small.

“Someday he will not need it, I hope.”

#callsign gremlin checking in #papa echo november #arthur kirkland // salt wind and green garden #alfred f. jones // daring to fly #arthur & alfred // a king and his crown #hetalia #aph america #aph england #hws america #hws england #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 6 months

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Holding your hips up with a grip so strong that it turned your skin red, Gojo was pounding inside you at an incredible speed, numbing your senses. The only thing you felt was how his dick slid in and out of you.

You were gripping the fabric of the couch to hold yourself, as it was the only thing you could do besides moaning and whimpering. Your body was so weak from all the orgasms you had before that you could barely hold yourself in that position. Your hips felt too heavy, but luckily, Gojo was strong, so he held you for most of it. Gojo has used you like his toy ever since he came back home.

"Gojo..." you said weakly between sobs as you felt your orgasm approaching once again.

"I know..." he said, grunting, feeling your walls contracting around him.

You felt a familiar warm fluid filling you up, and then some of its hot content spilled out of your squishy cunt, dripping down your clit and then slowly on the couch.

Gojo pulled out, staying for a few seconds to admire his work. This smug bastard looked at your red, swollen cunt with a smirk over his face, enjoying how your pussy would contract and how good it looked smeared with his seed.

"Oh my God..." You said this as you tried to lay on your back, trying to ignore your aching muscles. He helped your sore body before collapsing on top of you.

Gojo loved it when your bodies were glued like this, as it felt so intimate and romantic. Lips kissing one another, entangling with each other bodies in tight hugs, mouth whispering how much you missed each other and how good the others feel. His soft lips never cease to kiss you, and at some point, along with his nose that was brushing over your skin, it felt like a gentle massage all over your face, which made you moan softly.

"What would I do without you...?" His kisses were getting closer and closer to your mouth, until your lips touched.

As you were kissing him, you felt something hard between your legs. He raised a bit for better balance and entered inside you again. You let out a weak sob as you felt his tip stretch you again.

"Gojo..." you said in a trebbling voice.

"Please…I need you..." He kissed you more passionately, and you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer. The closer he'd get to your body, the deeper he'd enter your throbbing cunt making you lose your senses once again.

It will be a long night...

I started recently to write about the jjk men, and even if I don’t have much content for them I plan to do more, so your feedback is appreciated ☺️ also, I wanna make a tag list so dm me or comment if you wanna be added 🤗

#gojo saturo #gojo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo x reader

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3redguy8 · 5 months

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The dark urge: cute aggression

I can totally see durge having some MAJOR cute aggression but just imagine durge (whoever you wish but + if a druid) loving animals since they were a kid before bhaal called apon them

They fed the cats and stray dogs petting all the abandoned kitties, catching glimpses of elusive foxes, bears and the occasional bunny! And to their surprise the animals seemed to not mind them too much

Now, imagine what if their parents (adoptive or whatever you see fit) gift them a hamster for their birthday near the time when bhaal came'a'knockin' and they watched with big eyes as they held such a small and fragile thing

It was so cute and adorable as they felt the gentle sniffing nudges of it's unfathomably tiny nose, it was in the palm of their hand as they watched with halting breaths as if trying so very hard not to frighten the little creature

But their heart kept beating faster, they could only think about how cute it was how soft and squishy it was...

How vulnerable it was ...

They held the hamster in a soft grip that was slowly getting tighter as they whispered and cooed over the rodent, talking in a soft high-pitched voice stroking it's fur as they squeezed tighter

They were so happy! How could something be so cute? So soft and delicate

Red clouds their vision as they squeezed and squeezed feeling the velvet fur between their fingers, when suddenly the little body gave under the pressure with a horrible shriek

They slowly come to their senses only to look down in horror, their sweet little pet was nothing but blood and meat with it's tiny eyes bulging out of its skull like a chewed up toy

They drop the hamster in horror panicking wondering what happened and what kind of monster would do such a thing? It was them, they were the monster...

#the dark urge #bg3 #durgestarion #durgetash #bg3 durge #gortash x durge #durge #baldur's gate 3 #i was thinking about batstarion #if someone wants to add on be my guest #i suck at writing #apologies

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imthetunnelunderoceanblvd · 1 year

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piss kink with the recoms.

lyle x reader, quaritch x reader, ja/alexander x reader, mansk x reader, lopez x reader.

warnings: piss kink, anal sex, oral sex, p in v sex, pet names, humiliating kink, daddy kink, body worship, licking.

lyle: laying down on your side with lyle behind you his muscular back pressing against your back, dick deep deep inside the velvety, warm, tight, walls of your ass, his hand on your hip, the other between your legs toying with your puffy clit, you were a moaning mess, beads of sweat on your forehead and body, his hips slapping into the flesh of your ass, he let out a loud groan from behind you before you felt his dick pulse inside you. you felt the warmness inside your ass, for a second, you thought that he came inside your ass, but it was too liquidy and hot to be cum, your eyes widened and your head turned to look at him “lyle, did you just fucking piss insi-” you couldn’t continue your scentence as a loud moan ripped out of your throat when he pinched your clit and he laughed “sorry, cupcake, wanted to piss but ’m too comfortable to get up, tha’s fine though, now i marked you as mine, ain’t that right, cupcake?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, licking and nibbling at the flesh of your ear.

quaritch: the squishy head of his cock was rapidly hitting the roof of your mouth, balls slick with spit and hitting your chin, your jaw was hurting, throat sore, your thighs rubbing together for some friction, back of your head throbbing with pain because of the way his hand was tightly gripping at your hair, his other hand wiping the tears off of your cheeks, his hips bucked up and your nose burried in his crotch, the smell was so intoxicating that you almost passed out, your tongue rubbing on his slit and wrapping around his mushroomy head, streams of pee filled your mouth creating a puddle, he looked down at, his eyes meeting yours, his pupils were blown with lust “do not waste a single fucking drop, or daddy’ll punish you, mutt.” you blinked the tears away and swallowed, obeying like a good puppy. “that’s my good girl, daddy’s good girl.”

ja/alexander: he’d been telling you to drink water all day, too keep you hydrated, he said, making sure you chug down bottles after bottles of water so he can have his little fun with you later on. and that’s what he’s doing, he’s got you laying down with his head between your thighs, hips bucking up to meet his hot, rough, tongue, skilled fingers teasing your enterance, tongue french kissing your little clit, you were whimpering, moaning his name in a sweet voice, and squirming “i - i need to - fuck - please stop, i need to pee,” he chuckled, sending vibration to your core making you squirm, his well skilled long rough fingers entered you, pumping them in and out, you started whimpering, hot fat tears rolling down your cheeks “’tis okay, baby, let go, give it to me..” he said couraging you to release, and that’s what you did, his mouth latched into your utheral like a leech, sucking up your hot liquid, it was humiliating. you felt humiliated. and he enjoyed every bit of it.

mansk: he knew you were holding it in for hours,from the way you were squeezing your thighs together, trying to hold back. so the moment you stepped in bridgehead he was quick to carry you and take you to his room. his dick was deep inside your silky walls, rapidly hitting your g-spot, making you squirm, tears were covering your face “daddy - can’t - i -” you were saying whatever came to your mind, and he was smirking, knowing what you were reffering to “let go baby, give it me, wet me, and then you’ll clean your mess off of daddy, okay?” you quickly nodded your head and letting go, shighing in pleasure as he groaned at the warm feeling on his cock and crotch.

lopez: your knees started hurting after hours of sitting down between his legs, sucking and licking at his body as both arms were tied behind your back, your mouth went to his nipple, licking and sucking on the areola “gotta pee,” he casually said still sitting down with his eyes closed, hot stream of piss hitting your chest, his thighs and feet, he spat on his foot and looked at you “clean it up,” he ordered and you bent down, licking the spit and piss off of his foot.

reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated, requests r open if you’d like to request something, here r the rules

#𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 #miles quaritch x reader #ja x reader #lopez x reader #lyle wainfleet x reader #mansk x reader #piss kink #that’s gross #that’s hot

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violetjedisylveon · 15 days

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Family Trip To Hell (Diyu)

Shadowpeach Family AU chapter 7

Summary: Wukong, Liu'er and Ma go to the underworld to get their kiddos names out of the book of the dead. Wukong's mom has a long overdue talk with her son.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Wukong and Macaque's past(mostly Wukong's tho), mentions of death(they're in the underworld), mentions of murder, implications of destructive tendencies,

A/N: There is a very minor OC here, he is a Diyu registrant/receptionist, so I've decided to call him Zhù Cè Rén which means registrant according to the translator I've been using. He and Liu'er are buds so Liu'er calls him Zhù Cè which is to register and that's why his name is that. His name is his job.

Yuze(Wukong and Ma's mom)

Shadowpeach Family AU Masterpost

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“Boring! This is the most boring way into the Diyu!” Wukong whined.

This entrance of the Diyu was pretty dull and mildly depressing. All the cool stuff was at another level. For their business today, they didn't need to go too far into the Diyu. Liu'er had insisted on not pissing off the underworld gods, again, so they were going the boring way.

“This place is depressing.” Ma commented, looking around at the large, cave-like passage they were using.

Unlike either of them, Ma had (luckily) never been to the Diyu before.

“It's the underworld, it's not supposed to be very fun.” Liu'er pointed out.

“Eh, guess so.” The albino monkey shrugged, adjusting her grip on Xuěhuā.

They walked for a few minutes longer, following behind Liu'er, they passed another set of guards checking for the living, his mate had a quick chat with the guards, who like all the others were happy to see him again, before they were allowed through.

A little further down, the passage opened up into a larger cavern. There was what looked like a desk carved out of the wall and a demon sitting at it, doing whatever it was underworld demons did when they weren't dealing with souls.

“Zhù Cè!” Liu'er called out, waving to his friend.

The demon glanced over and blinked a few times before scrambling to his feet to greet the shadow monkey.

“Liu'er! I haven't seen you down here in over a century! I was starting to think something happened to you!” The underworld attendant said excitedly.

“I've been a little busy. I thought I told you and yuè mǔ when I was last down here.” Liu'er said, lifting Chao-Xing out of his arms.

The little cub giggled at the sudden uppies. Zhù Cè stared at her with a scrunched up face.

“How in here did you two manage to make something so cute?” he asked, letting the cub grab one of his fingers in her little hands.

“Hey!” Wukong objected.

“No, no, I was wondering that too.” Ma said.

He glared over his shoulder at his annoying older sister. His daughter’s giggles brought his attention back to his mate and their child. Chao-Xing was playing with some squishy ball toy Zhù Cè had on his desk that she somehow got her little hands on.

The demon was staring at the playing baby monkey with more scrutiny than before. He pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket, leaning closer to the infant.

“Zhù Cè…? What are you doing?” Liu'er asked, slightly leaning away.

“Oh… this is exciting!” Zhù Cè exclaimed, scrambling to write something down in the notebook Liu'er said he always had on him.

“What is exciting?” Wukong asked.

“That is a brand new soul!” Zhù Cè pointed at Chao-Xing.

“We haven't seen one of those in over a thousand years! … Odd that it's just the one, these usually happen in groups… oh! But you two made this one, it's impressive that you made this one, new souls are hard to create and maintain to term-”

“Hang on, can you back up a bit to the whole “brand new soul” part?” Liu'er said.

Yeah, what the actual fuck does that mean?!” Wukong agreed.

The demon shrunk back, searching his desk for something. His dark eyes lit up when he got whatever he was looking for. A heavily used scroll.

“Let's see here … ah- there it is. Celestial monkeys, you two, exist outside of the natural order, your creation doesn't happen the natural way. You don't have past lives, these are the first incarnations your souls have had,” he paused, gesturing towards the now bored infant chewing on Liu'er’s fur, “she's just like you, she doesn't have a past life, she's a new soul.”

Wukong glanced down at his daughter, the cub met his gaze with a cheerful chirp for snacks and cuddles. Liu'er passed her back without much fuss, he settled the little monkey in his arms. Considering how they made her, the new soul idea made sense.

“Does the new soul thing have any negative side effects?” Liu'er asked, masking his worry with a sense of curiosity in his voice.

“Nope. If anything, she's better off than the normal souls, she won't have any of the déjà vu they sometimes get from their past lives cause it doesn't exist for her.” Zhù Cè shrugged, setting his scroll back on his desk.

Wukong's ear flicked, Ma was cutting up a pear for Xuěhuā; the pair of albinos must have gotten bored with all the soul talk that didn't concern them.

“It's no wonder it took you a century to have a kid, new souls are hard to make.” Zhù Cè was saying.

“Really?” He asked, zeroing in on the demon.

The attendant shifted under his gaze.

“Yeah, if you didn't know how to do it right, it wouldn't work, no matter how hard you tried.” He said.

And here he was, thinking the problem had been them all along, turns out the problem was their species.

“That's all very nice, Zhù Cè, but be a dear and step aside. I'd like to talk with my son.”

The voice of Wukong's (recent) nightmares echoed throughout the cavern.

A monkey demon appeared in front of the Kings with crossed arms and a thoroughly pissed expression.

“Oh you are absolutely fucked.” Liu'er whispered.

“Not helping.” Wukong whispered back.

Yuze glared up at her son, scathing green eyes burning his skin as she examined him. She definitely wasn't pleased.

“Mā.” Wukong greeted nervously.

“Shí Hóu.” She growled.

“Yeah, you're so dead.” Ma commented.

Wukong glared at his sister, who cracked up behind him. Yuze growled a low warning, snapping her son's attention back to her.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” She prompted.

“Uh, we had a baby?” Wukong tried, holding Chao-Xing out for his mother to see.

The dull brown and gray monkey glanced down at the cub, happily chewing on her own tail completely oblivious to the tension.

“Cute. You're not getting out of this.” she said.

“I'll just take that from you.” Liu'er took Chao-Xing out of his doomed mate’s hands.

“You are in so much trouble, mister.” She growled.

Yuze grabbed him by his ear, dragging him further along the cavern. He heard Liu'er snickering from behind, and while he knew this was deserved, he couldn't stop himself from shouting,

“Hey! You did a lot of shit too! Why isn't she mad at you?!”

“She already talked to me about all of that. And I visit at least once a decade!” Liu'er shouted back.

Wukong reluctantly let his mother drag him to his doom. She took him further down the path, to a distance where her inevitable shouting wouldn't bother the cubs. No doubt Liu'er would hear every second of it.

Yuze finally stopped and turned around to face him. He winced at the anger in her eyes. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she shook her head.

“You've done a lot of shit, Shí Hóu, I don't have the time or patience to cover everything. Just the big ones, alright?” She said, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“You're not shouting?” He asked in surprised confusion.

He'd been certain his mother would scream and shout, he was so sure she would be furious, that's why he avoided her for so long.

“I thought you were-”

“Shí Hóu, I was, and still am, but shouting won't get us anywhere. Let's just talk, okay?” She gave him a soft, understanding smile.

Tears stung his eyes. Over the centuries he forgot how understanding his mother could be.

“Talking sounds good.” He nodded.

She smiled before gently pushing him down.

“Get down there so I can see you properly.” She instructed.

Once he was sitting, she flicked his hair around with her tail, laughing not so quietly as she paced in front of him.

“Where do you want to start?” He asked nervously.

She paused, her tail tip twitched.

“That lion and his brotherhood.” she growled.

Wukong flinched, his old brotherhood was a sore subject for everyone involved, most recently with the whole DBK situation. Liu'er had never much cared for (or trusted) any of the others during their days as a brotherhood, he'd gotten closer with DBK after, mostly due to his relationship with Princess Iron Fan, and with what the others did, Wukong was perfectly fine with never discussing them again.

“What was the deal with him? Was he really able to convince you of his short sighted delusions that easily?” She asked, looking down at him with something akin to pity.

Wukong shifted under her intense gaze. Looking back, he wanted to strangle his younger self for trusting that liar. He wanted to strangle his younger self for a lot of things actually.

“I thought I could trust him, it was a stupid decision and I really should have seen the signs sooner, but I guess I just ignored them because I liked the way he made me feel.” he admitted slowly.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” She asked.

“I… not with them… not for a while…” he answered.

“And what were you looking for?” she pressed gently.

Wukong didn't want to say it out loud, he knew in his gut she wouldn't be offended, it still felt like a betrayal.

“… help…”

That was the simplest way he could put it. He knew she was well aware of what he was trying to find back then.

“Even when you already had it?” She pointed out.

He winced, she gave him a more stern look.

“You have a bad habit of trying to deal with things yourself, xiǎo guǐ.” she told him.

“Yeah… I know.” He sighed.

“Then why haven't you stopped?” She asked.

He looked up, about to rebut her statement

“Don't say you have, you stayed up on the mountain for three years dealing with a death by yourself, Mihou doesn't count, he had to go through the same shit. You didn't go to anyone about it, you still haven't.” she swiftly cut him off with a sharp stare.

“Back to the point, why did you listen to him over everyone else? Mihou hears the future, his abilities weren't as well developed back then but they still gave him an idea of what would happen, yet you ignored his warnings. I know you were arrogant and headstrong and didn't think about consequences, but that seems pretty extreme for you, you used to always listen to what Mihou said,” she paused and shot him a questioning look, “unless you were worse than I thought you were after I died?”

Wukong gave his mother a sheepish grin.

“Of course.” Yuze sighed heavily, rubbing her face.

“I'd ask where I went wrong, but I know where I went wrong.” She muttered to herself.

“Well, is that the only reason, or is there something else?” She said.

“He was saying what I wanted to hear… what I thought I needed to hear… it was pretty stupid in hindsight.” He said with a weak chuckle.

“Táo huā, everything looks different in hindsight.” She said lightly.

His chest warmed at her words.

“I’m glad you dealt with them, the elephant can be released someday, but the other two can stay in there for eternity for all I care.” She said.

“I couldn't agree more.” He nodded.

There was an awkward (to him at least) lull in the conversation.

“The eyes are new.” She said finally, gesturing to his face.

“Oh, uh, yeah… they've been like that for a while.” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

“I know.” She nodded before letting out another heavy sigh.

“Shí Hóu, we need to talk about what happened on your journey.”

“Mihou and I-”

She raised a single hand.

“You killed your mate. You killed your best friend. We need to talk about that.” She insisted.

“It's one of the reasons you've been avoiding me.” she added, crossing her arms.

Wukong shrunk away from her knowing gaze.

“Take your glamor down, I bet your hair's a mess.” She instructed.

He would have argued, but she was one hundred percent correct. His hair was a mess, Chao-Xing had decided to climb onto his head on the way here and chew his hair, she was definitely developing a chewing habit.

She sat down behind him, running her skilled fingers through his hair, eliciting fond memories from simpler times when he and his mother would talk about anything and nothing for hours on warm, sunny afternoons.

“I was confused when he showed up dead again, and when he told me what happened… I was… angry to say the least.”

“Now, I know what happened and why it happened, I know that it was a mistake, for both of you…” she trailed off, he felt her claws working through a tough knot.

“But! Just because I understand doesn't mean I'm not still just a little bit disappointed in the both of you. I thought I taught you better.” She finished, moving onto another knot.

“It broke him, you know that? Sure he was partially responsible for it, but never in his life did he think you would kill him, even if it was an accident.”

“He was so hurt when I first saw him, so hurt. He got angry later, but under all that anger and bitterness was a pain he didn't know what to do with.”

“He returned to life lost and broken. He had no idea what to do with himself, and while I suppose he ultimately went down a better path, he very easily could have gone the other way.” She told him somberly.

His mother fell quiet, working on his fur, Wukong finally found it in himself to ask her something.

“Do you know what happened after he came back? He's frustratingly vague about it whenever I ask.” He asked.

“Hmmm… nope!” She chirped smugly, popping the ‘p’.

“You do know!” He shouted, glaring over his shoulder at her.

She laughed, tossing her head back.

“It's not my story to tell Shí Hóu.” She said.

He huffed and turned around grumpily.

“I'm sure you'll find out soon, he's just saving it for some prank.” She patted his shoulder gently.

“You know that you've both been lucky so far, right?” She prompted a few minutes later.

“Hmm?”

“You worked through that issue, it took you ages and you dragged poor Chenxiang into it, but it's done now. So what are you going to do about the others you have? Or others you will encounter later?” She said, finally working out all the knots in his hair.

“What other issues?” He asked, glancing back at her.

“The business with Demon Bull King? Mihou was pretty upset when he told me about that.” Yuze pointed out.

“Oh.” She knows about that. He guiltily looked away from his mother's sharp green eyes.

“That's another thing I wanted to talk about.” she said, running her hands through his groomed hair, gently pulling and twisting it back into a braid.

“I didn't want him to die…” he admitted.

“Can you explain it?” She requested gently.

“He wasn't stopping, he was hurting innocent people, if he didn't stop they were going to do something about it… so it was either kill him or make him stop some other way!” He shouted

“… and he wouldn't listen to reason…” he finished.

“Reason means little in the face of emotion. You should know that by now.” She scolded lightly.

“I- uh- yeah, I should.” He relented.

“Oh little Shí Hóu, you still have no idea how to communicate.” She sighed fondly.

He huffed at her statement, slightly offended. He could communicate just fine!

“Here’s what you do, when he gets out, and I bet it's going to be soon, you need to have a talk with your brother. Explain your actions and motivations, then listen when he tells you his.” She told him.

“I'll give it a shot.” He said reluctantly.

DBK was unlikely to forgive him for what he did, he could have, should have, done something else. That way Princess Iron Fan wouldn't have had to defend her territory and raise her son all on her own, his former brother could have seen his son grow up, and Wukong took that from him. Gods, why didn't I do something else!

“Get out of your head, Táo huā.” Yuze snapped calmly.

He glanced at her, she raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“I'm still your mother, even if it's been over a thousand years, I know what you look like when you're lost in your thoughts.” She said, tucking a flower she got from… somewhere, into his now braided hair.

“Now, how are you and Mihou going to handle this going forward?” She prompted.

What do you mean?” Wukong turned around to face her.

“Are you going to tell your daughter?” She asked.

“Yes…?” He said uncertainly, praying she wouldn't elaborate.

“The truth, will you tell her the truth?” she specified, narrowing her eyes.

He coughed, he'd been hoping she wouldn't ask that.

“About what?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

Yuze swatted the side of his head.

“All of it, what you two did to each other, what you did to your brother. Are you going to tell her the truth about you?” She almost growled out.

Mango and I haven't even talked about this with each other yet… how the here am I supposed to answer that? He avoided his mother's all too knowing gaze.

“She has Mihou's ears, what will you do when she hears something you haven't told her about yet?”

“They don't seem to work the way his do, maybe they just look the same.” He suggested.

She glared at him. Yeah okay that wasn't the best suggestion, and Liu'er suspected that she would grow into her hearing.

“Are you even going to tell her at all?” Yuze growled.

“I don't know when we'll tell her!” He shouted.

“Once she's old enough to understand for sure, but we will tell her! Eventually.” Wukong insisted.

Yuze rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“It is better if you tell her sooner rather than lie to her longer.” She said knowingly.

“Are you going to say anything?” He asked hesitantly.

“I may not agree with your decision but I will respect it. Besides, it is not my story to tell.” she said.

Wukong let out a sigh of relief.

“But if she comes asking, and you haven't told her yet, I won't lie to her.” Yuze warned.

He nodded in understanding. She smiled, satisfied enough to drop the subject, for now.

“Let's head back, I've got grandkids to meet.” She said, fluffing up the top of his head as she stood.

He followed her up.

“Nuwa wants to know when you'll visit.” Yuze said out of the blue.

Wukong hummed in response. His relationship with his… creator… wasn't the best, not by a long shot.

The goddess never had anything to do with him. It had been easy enough to think that was just because Yuze had taken him as her own when he was younger and didn't know any better. But no! Nuwa had never gotten involved in his life at all, not even when he went to the celestial realm. She never paid any attention to him, never showed him anything but apathetic disinterest.

She didn't care.

That's what he thought for most of his life anyway, the truth wasn't much better.

She didn't think she needed to do any of that.

She hadn't thought she needed to take any action because by the time she realized he existed, Yuze had already taken him as hers and in her opinion, Yuze was doing a better job than she ever could, so she just didn't do anything!

The irony of a Mother Goddess being such a shit parent to her creation was laughable.

“Can’t wait to deal with that.” He grumbled.

Yuze swatted the back of his head.

“Nuwa fucked up, everyone, including her, can agree on that. She thought it was for the best and she was wrong. The important thing is that she realizes and admits she's wrong and she's trying to be better.” Yuze scolded him.

Wukong huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Give it a chance, it's not like you won't be fucking up with your own kid.” She told him.

“Wait, do you think I'm going to mess up that badly?” He asked, dread making his fur puff up.

He already had his doubts, his past experiences with teaching someone hadn’t gone well, if he was that bad of a teacher how bad of a parent would he be?

“Every parent messes up a little bit, mistakes are part of parenting.” She said.

“Really, how did you mess up?” He snapped.

She raised a challenging eyebrow at him, he immediately regretted his question.

“I didn't teach you murder was wrong. Because I didn't think I had to.” she said smugly.

“fuck.” He pouted.

She laughed, tossing her head back, as they finally got back to the main cave.

Wukong stepped to the side to avoid being knocked over by the blur of white slamming into his mother.

“Ma! How have you been, xiǎo guǐ?” Yuze chuckled, hugging her daughter.

Wukong gave his mother and sister some privacy, heading over to where Liu'er was sitting with the cubs.

Xuěhuā was squinting in the direction their mother went, undoubtedly only seeing a fuzzy patch of white in the darkness, while Chao-Xing was chewing her cousin's tail, because they obviously weren't using it.

She stopped using her cousin as a chew toy when she realized he was back. His little cub squealed, reaching her adorable little hands out for him. Chuckling, he let her grab onto one of his fingers.

Unsurprisingly, she started biting it.

“We have got to work on her biting habit.” He said to Liu'er once he sat down.

His moon nodded.

“One of these days she's going to try eating her own ears.” He sighed.

Liu'er's ears were covered in teeny tiny bite marks from their curious cub giving the glowing ears a little nibble whenever she was near them. She didn't have the strength to hurt anyone yet, and when one of them said “ouch” she'd stop and lick the spot she was just biting in a little apology.

It was one of the cutest fucking things he'd ever seen.

“Where'd Zhù Cè go?” Wukong asked, noticing the underworld demon's absence.

“Oh, he had to take care of something, got an urgent message from his boss. He said he'd be back soon.” Liu'er said.

Wukong felt the fur on the back of his neck standing up. He had a gut feeling there was some sort of trouble brewing. A quick glance at his mate showed he had the same feeling.

“We'll talk about it later, if it's not solved. He whispered as Ma and Yuze came back to them.

“If what's not solved?” Ma asked.

“Underworld business. Zhù Cè had to leave.” Liu'er answered easily.

His mother narrowed her eyes skeptically, but didn't make any comment about it. Instead she sat down and flicked her tails towards the pair of cubs.

“Now, who are these cute little cubs?” She asked.

Ma picked up her cub, bringing her closer to their mom.

“This is Xuěhuā, they can't see shit and refuses to wear glasses.” Ma said, setting the toddler cub into Yuze's arms.

The mostly blind cub blinked their pale eyes cluelessly at the strange monkey.

“Who you?” they asked.

“I'm your grandmother.” Yuze said.

“Mama's Mama?” They inquired.

“Yes, that's me.” She answered.

“You smell good. I like you.” Xuěhuā chirped, happily cuddling up to her.

“Well, I'm so glad I smell good.” Yuze chuckled.

“Yeah, smell like a baby! Sweet!” Xuěhuā nodded aggressively.

“Like a baby? No that can't be right, babies are stinky.” Yuze shook her head.

“I can prove!” Xuěhuā insisted.

They scrambled out of their grandmother's hands, scurrying over to Chao-Xing sitting on his lap.

“Can I borrow?” Xuěhuā asked him.

He glanced at Liu'er, his moon nodded, a soft smile on his face at the toddler's antics.

“Sure thing kiddo.” He allowed.

Xuěhuā squealed, happily taking Chao-Xing out of his lap. The smaller cub let out a confused squeak as she was carried over to the brown and gray monkey.

“Here! Smell!” Xuěhuā demanded, shoving their cousin into Yuze's face.

Chao-Xing gave them the angriest baby face she could muster up.

“Hmm, this baby doesn't smell like a baby, she smells like fruit.” Yuze said.

“That's all uncles feed her!”

“hmm… I think this baby is made of fruit.” Yuze concluded.

“No! She's not fruit!” Xuěhuā giggled.

“Here! You check!” The albino toddler just dropped his cub.

He swore he had a heart attack.

Nothing happened, Yuze had her hands underneath Chao-Xing the entire time in case Xuěhuā slipped.

“Xuěhuā, you can't drop the baby.” Ma scolded lightly.

“Okay.” Xuěhuā turned back to Yuze.

“She's not fruit.” Xuěhuā stated confidently.

“I guess not.” Yuze conceded to the cub.

“Oh! She's got two tails! And glowies! I like glowies!” Xuěhuā chirped.

“I bet she's much easier to find.” Yuze agreed, frowning slightly at the cub in her hands.

“How old is she?” She asked.

Wukong's tail twitched anxiously.

“About six months.” He said.

“She's a bit small, does she eat enough?” She inquired, her fur puffing slightly.

“She's got Wukong's appetite.” Liu'er snorted.

“Ah, well all cubs grow differently, some slower than others.” She said.

“What's this little one's name?” she asked.

“Sun Chao-Xing.” His moon said proudly.

“How long of a fight was that one?” Yuze snickered.

“They fought for about a decade.” Ma said.

Wukong stuck his tongue out at his sister.

“I'd expect nothing less.” His mother laughed.

They spent another hour or so talking more until Zhù Cè finally came back, with the king of the underworld himself in tow.

King Yama had the Book of the Dead and miffed expression on his face.

“Sun Wukong, you are permitted to remove the names of your child and your sister's child, no others.” Do you understand?” The king growled.

Before he could even say anything to the underworld king, his mother grabbed him by his ear, yanking him towards her.

“Don't try anything.” She warned with a growl.

“I won't! I promise!” he squealed, absolutely embarrassing himself in front of the present company.

Yuze released him. He rubbed his sore ear. The underworld king had a barely concealed smirk on his face.

“I understand.” He nodded.

“Very well, the pages have been marked in advance.” King Yama said, opening the book.

Wukong took Xuěhuā’s name off first, then Chao-Xing’s. He didn't get to take much of a look at the page once he crossed his daughter's out, Yama shut it before he could get a good look.

“Your business is finished here. Please get out of my domain.” King Yama ordered somewhat politely.

Liu'er snickered. Wukong knew Yama had a pretty good reason for not wanting him down here, the last time he was here he wrecked a lot of important stuff looking for answers, but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit offended by it. Yuze grabbed his arm.

“Yes, you're on your way out now, I'll see you to the exit.” She said, glaring at him pointedly.

He rolled his eyes, it's not like he had any reason to cause trouble this time. Liu'er said goodbye to Zhù Cè, Wukong noticed the demon was considerably more nervous than he had been before.

Maybe Yama’s mad he wasn't doing his job. He thought.

He and Liu'er walked ahead of his mother and sister, they were talking about ways to see each other more frequently, apparently his mother had a few favors with Nuwa she could cash in.

The only good thing he could say about his creator is that it certainly looked like she was trying.

They reached the entrance to the Diyu pretty quickly, Liu'er was wished goodbye and good luck by everyone they passed.

“Don't let the little ones test their immortality too much.” His mother warned lightheartedly, playfully flicking each cub's fur up with her tail.

“We won't.” Ma said, hugging their mother.

“We leaving nǎi nai?” Xuěhuā asked sadly.

“Cheer up bèi, you'll see me again.” Yuze told the cub.

“Okay Nǎi nai! Bye!” Xuěhuā chirped, waving their hand excitedly as Ma stepped through to the other side.

“You two be careful with that little one there okay?” Yuze said.

“Of course Mā.” Liu'er nodded to her.

“And don't smother her either.” She added.

“We won't.” Wukong laughed.

“I expect to see you again before she turns two.” She said, giving them both a tight hug.

She had to stand on her toes to reach them properly.

“You both got too tall.” She huffed.

They all laughed.

“Well, you better not keep Ma waiting.” Yuze said.

“Right, see you soon.” Wukong said.

Yuze watched her son and son in law leave the Diyu. She turned, heading back into the Diyu.

The realm’s King was beyond her reach, he didn't like her much anyway. Zhù Cè was helpfully scared of crossing her, he had let her know when her son arrived.

The registrant paled once he saw her.

“Zhù Cè, what's going on down here?” She asked.

“I'm afraid I can't tell you that.” He admitted.

She glared at him.

“Is it going to be a problem?” She prompted.

“No…” he glanced away.

“Is it a problem for my family?” She hissed.

“I'm really very sorry, but I can't tell you.” Zhù Cè insisted.

She growled.

“It is none of your concern regardless.” King Yama said from behind her.

She glared over her shoulder.

“I think it's time you returned to your mistress, monkey.” He sneered.

“You know, I'm glad I don't have to be stuck here.” She snarled, baring her fangs at the King as she left the underworld.

Nuwa glanced up once she returned.

“How'd it go?” the Mother Goddess asked nervously.

“Yama is an asshole.” She growled.

“Something happened in the Diyu while we were down there. He doesn't want anyone to know what it is.” She crossed her arms with a sigh.

“Think it means trouble?” She glanced at the goddess.

“It's not anything good, that's certain.” Nuwa sighed.

Yuze watched her friend carefully, she had been acting differently for the last three years. Something weighed heavily on her mind.

“I got to meet the little one.” She said, changing to a lighter subject.

“What's she like?!” Nuwa asked excitedly.

Yuze smiled, happy to spend the rest of the day gushing about their granddaughter and her grandchild.

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I rushed it a bit at the end, mostly cause I just wanted this chapter to be done. I've been working on it for almost 4 months. It was fun but lots of big emotion stuff and it kept getting away from me and I have a bunch of notes on the stuff in this chapter so please feel free to ask questions if anything confuses you!

Next chapter is shenanigans!

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imkillerbae · 11 months

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Plush Drama (Yoru Valorant)

(A/N: First time writing on Tumblr. Help a noob out please idk what i'm doing. Anyway, this is a long one-shot with Yoru barely saying anything because he's a shy fuck. It's mostly actions. Hope ya'll enjoy, and feel free to request anything!) Pairing: Yoru/GN!Reader

Summary: You receive a unexpected gift from an unexpected person. Word count: 1.4k ----------

You held the small plush toy with both of your hands, outstretched as if shy of the small stuffed animal. The soft and squishy black cat followed you with its large green eyes as you inspect it from different angles. And while you loved stuffed animals, where it came from gave you a bit of a strange impression.

--Hours Before—

A few of the agents came back from a mission in an undisclosed location (either that or you just weren’t listening very well). It was not unusual for them to bring knickknacks home, especially for Sage. She liked looking out for the other agents.

But you weren’t expecting anything from him at all.

When you first met Yoru when you joined the operation, you thought he was a pain in the ass. He was always straightforward with his thoughts about people, including you. With foresight, you know he means well, but of course, his constant insults in the beginning of your friendship made you make sure you proved him wrong in every occasion. Even if it meant going the extra mile of learning how to use the operator from the mysterious Chamber. With that, you proved yourself to be his equals in skill, and therefore gained his respect and trust. You could even say you were good friends.

Although recently he’s been acting strangely. It was the small things that you noticed about him. During meetings, you’d always catch him glancing at your direction from the reflection of the window as you feigned disinterest in the mission briefings. You bump into him frequently when you leave your room in the hallways, despite his room being on an entirely different floor. During conversations, he’d try to say something, then bail on it immediately. And when you ask about it, he suddenly needs to leave, or he changes the topic. Then sometimes, he’d go completely distant, and won’t even look at your general direction. It was getting on your nerves if you were being honest. He was always secretive, but could he at least pretend to be not hiding something from you?

So, this gesture of his—giving you the stuffed animal—made you question everything.

You and the rest of the agents watched as the plane dropped off Brimstone, Sage, Phoenix, and lastly, Yoru. As the whirring of the engine faded, Yoru held the poor cat by the throat and shoved it to your chest as he walked past, Vandal hanging from his shoulder. “Take it,” he says curtly without looking back at your confused face. You don’t hear Sage and Phoenix giggle at each other.

You chase after him, pulling his arm back. His raises a brow at you, wiping back his gelled hair. “What?” He asks.

“What do you mean ‘what’? What’s this for?” You held the cat up to his face. He was much taller than you. “You act weird before you left, you’re gone for a week, and all you say to me is ‘take it’ and shove this… this thing at me? Where did you even get this?” Your voice rises out of annoyance.

He glares back at you, pushing the plushy down. “I found it on our way back. Didn’t look too trashed so I thought I’d take it.”

“Where exactly?”

“On the floor of some place.”

“Near where?”

“I don’t know, some place! Does it matter?”

Your face scrunches up in disbelief. The nerve of this guy! “Of course it does!” You cross your arms while gripping the toy animal. The poor thing was getting beaten up.

“So let me get this straight, you see a stuffed animal on the floor, in perfect condition, and instead of bringing it to a guard or whatever for lost and found, you take it for yourself, then decide you don’t like it enough to keep, so you give it to me?” You sway your hips to one side, your feet tapping on the metal flooring impatiently. Now it was Yoru’s turn in crossing his arms, mimicking you.

“God forbid there’s some kid out there crying over their stuffed cat.” You sigh.

“Look, do you want the animal or not?” He asks after your rambling, gritting his teeth while he spoke. Your words get caught up in your throat. Of course, you wanted it. But you were just too confused, and a little disappointed about where it came from. “If you don’t want it, I can always give it to Skye. Maybe her summons need new friends. I’d like to contribute to her zoo anyways.” He sighs, his eyes wandering while he held out his hand to you. Obviously he wanted you to keep it, but his stubbornness is keeping him from admitting it.

The mention of Skye made your stomach churn. You didn’t know why. But before you could reply, Phoenix spoke from behind Yoru. “Oh for God’s sakes man. Just tell her where it came from.” He says, and Yoru snaps his head towards his direction, telling him ‘shut up’ in Japanese. You talked enough with Yoru to know what he was saying.

“Tell me what?” You asked again. Yoru slowly turns his head back to you again, his cheeks dusted with a pale red. “He got that cat from a crane machine we passed by on our way back. He insisted on staying until he got that cat. And boy was he relentless!” Phoenix answered for him, while Yoru clenched his fists. “Shut your mouth unless you want me to—” but Phoenix continues, leaning an elbow on Yoru’s tense shoulders playfully.

“He spent so much time and money, we almost thought of leaving him there. And as you can see, Yoru Jr. got out of that box alive.” Phoenix shrugs and walks away, Jett trailing behind him as they held hands. Yoru’s jaw slacked, before he started cursing under his breath, gulping.

You stare at him, his posture defeated, a hand on his hip as he tried to find the words he wanted to say. You pouted slightly, then held the cat in your arms. “Is that true?” You asked him, and you couldn’t even tell that the rest were watching you from a distance.

He sighs and shrugs. “Again, does it matter?” He looks at you in the eyes, his expression softer now. You bit your lip before smiling and hugged the cat tighter. “Again, it does.” You reply quietly, smiling against the cat’s soft fur. “Thank you Yoru. This is actually very sweet of you.”

He rolls his eyes, but his scowl disappears. While he looked so nonchalant on the outside, on the inside, he was panicking. He didn’t know how you’d take it if you knew where it came from. He was horrible at communicating his intentions. He saw that cat and decided that he had to get it for you, no matter what the cost. Because it looked like something you’d like. “So, you’ll keep it?” He asks meekly, his right hand fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket. God, was he bad at this.

“Hmm. No.” You say curtly, which took him by surprise. His eyes widen, and he felt his heart drop. You laugh at his sudden change of expression. He was not easy to startle so you took note of every small detail of his face.

“Well, not today at least. I think it’s best if Yoru Jr. spent time with his dad one last night before he’s completely in my care.” You continued, walking past him, now being able to smile widely while your back was turned to him. He blushes, heartbeat increasing. “Wait—dad?” He asks, following behind you and matching your pace. Looking back, you giggle at him. “Plus, I know you’re tired from the mission, and he would be a great pillow.”

With you warmly receiving his gift, he couldn’t speak. His brain couldn’t find the words to say. As someone who was so curt and straightforward, and admittedly rude at times, you always had him too starstruck to say anything. So instead of saying anything, he pets the cat while you held it. After a while, he finds his voice. “Does that make you his mom?”

Now it was your turn to blush. You look at him and he’s already staring at your eyes. Both of your hearts were in sync. You laugh lightly holding his gaze, then shyly shrug. “I guess so.” Butterflies fly around in your stomach as he returns a soft smile. God, were you glad he was back.

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lemmylemons · 2 months

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I need to throw them off a cliff rn, chewing on them like dog toys

Putting Jin in a stroller, throwing Kazuya off a cliff and watching him go SPLAT Luke those stupid squishy toys, and aggressively swinging and gripping Lee like a well loved stuffed animal

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mal-urameshi · 1 year

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Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri!

Toddler Riri and Her Mom.

Okoye adored Riri when she was her chunky, squishy faced pebble, but she loved her even more now that she was able to run around and play with her. And Riri was a ball of energy.

Okoye had jokingly wondered if she talked too soon as she realized that a hyper-mobile Riri almost rivaled the arduous training she went through with the Dora Milaje. Thank god for her stamina.

Riri's favourite game with her mother was hide and seek. She squealed whenever her mother would pick her up and asked her if she wanted to play the game. Her eyes would light up in wonder whenever she heard the familiar words of 'Hide and seek'.

Okoye would then quickly put Riri down and bolt about the house to find a hiding space as the soft pitterpatter of Riri's footfalls, contrasted by her loud giggling sought after her. Her mother was good at hiding but Riri quickly found a way to draw her out. And it was by crying. She knew very well that her whimpers would have her mother jumping out from wherever she was with a quickness. The moment Riri sees Okoye materialize, she claps in happiness and runs to her. Okoye: *huffs* You are a cheater! *blows raspberries on her belly* You are supposed to find me. But your techniques to draw out the enemy is formidable. *kisses her cheeks* Over time though, Riri actually started looking for her mother, which was fairly easy because she memorized all her hiding places.

Okoye thinks Aneka comes over to see her, but in reality it is to see her niece. Okoye tells Aneka that she abandoned her in favor of Riri and Aneka tells Okoye that she should be happy that she has someone to occupy Riri's time while she can relax.

Speaking of Aunties, when Okoye is out on missions, Aneka and Ayo take Riri in for the time being. Ayo loves to feed Riri even though Aneka insists that Riri can feed herself. Riri catches on quickly though and allows herself to be doted on by the oder women. Loving to be waited on hand and foot.

When Riri is out with Aneka and Ayo, strangers tell them that their daughter is beautiful and they're raising her well as she looks happy and healthy. Aneka gets starry eyed and Ayo gets a bit flustered at the compliments but thanks them nonetheless.

Aneka and Ayo have a bunch of 'family pictures' consisting of themselves and Riri. From both of them hugging her at Riri's first birthday party. To them holding her a little after she was born. They even have a few portraits of Riri from a newborn til now.

Riri LOVES to finger paint with her mother. As well as eating said paint. Thankfully it was safe and non-toxic. Her hair, cheeks and clothes always got messy and Okoye loved every moment of it. Even though that meant she always got messy herself.

Piggyback rides are also one of Riri's favourite pastimes! Her mom was like a cheetah! The house would be filled with screams of unadulterated mirth from her daughter and in turn it made Okoye's cheeks hurt from infinite smiles.

Okoye was definitey not a fan ofthe terrible twos stage. Don't get her wrong. She loves her daughter to bits and pieces. But those tantrums she throws were something awful.

Riri: *screaming and throwing her toys because its bedtime* Ten minutes later of constant screams and no signs of stopping. Okoye: *kneels at Riri's height* Usana, we will play tomorrow, okay? You have to go to bed now. Riri: No! I want to play more! *starts slapping her mother* Okoye: *firmly, but gently grabs Riri's hands to stop the assault and lifts her up while the child fusses* Riri. You do not hit, Umama, okay? Hitting is wrong. Riri: *struggling against her grip and wails more* Okoye: *closes her eyes and takes a deep breath* I know you want to play more. But you have to sleep. You won't be able to play if you're sleepy....too sleepy to go to the park tomorrow. Riri: *quiets down as she hears the word 'park'. Okoye: Oh, you like that, don't you? Where have your tears gone? Riri: *stands on her Mom's lap and squeezes her face* You are taking me to the park?! Okoye: *through squished cheeks* Yes, but only if you behave like a good girl and sleep okay? Riri: *viciousy nods her head* Okay, okay! *scrambles into bed and looks at her mother expectantly* Storytime? Okoye: *smiles* Of course, my darling.

Whenever your kids were quiet, you knew something was wrong. Whenever Riri was quiet, she was always in a corner tinkering with something.

Riri had once dismantled her hoverboard. At first, Okoye was confused how Riri had managed to destroy vibranium, until she realized it was not infact smashed to pieces when Riri reconstructed it whole once more. That didn't stop Okoye from throwing an eye on her baby from time to time because you were never too safe.

Okoye was a master at playing make-believe. Creating forts out of sheets and cushions strewn about, fully engaging Riri's imagination, much to the child's amusement.

Okoye can't have anything for herself! She'd be sitting on the porch trying to have a snack, but the crumpling of paper always alerted Riri's sensitive ears. Her loud pattering would give Okoye just enough time to hide her candy.

Riri: Mama, what are you eating? *tilts her head* Okoye: *tries to discreetly wipe her mouth* Nothing. Riri: But I heard snacks. *uses her foot to scratch the other one* Okoye: You heard wrong. Go back to watching your Sesame Street. Riri: *looks under the chair Okoye is sitting on* Hmm. Okoye: *bites the inside of her lip to conceal her laughter* Riri: *circles her mother like a shark* Okoye: *sits really still* Riri: *squints her eyes at her mother before she sees something sticking out of her shirt* Aha!! *lunges forward and grabs the pack of chips* Okoye: Bah! You little thief! *grabs Riri up as she giggles* Those are mine. *sits Riri on her lap* Riri: Ours! Sharing is caring, Mama. *she says smugly as she puts a chip into her mouth* Okoye: Hm. Only when it concerns me. *opens her mouth* Riri: *eats another chip before she puts one into her mother's mouth* It's good? Okoye: *presses her forehead against Riri's* Very Yummy.

A/N: Special thanks to my partner in crime @neptoons1998 for the idea!! We have to spread the Mama!Okoye and Daughter!Riri agenda, and we won't stop until full indoctrination is in effect!

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

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