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viaoverthemoon · 10 months

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I have a small request here too✋ I was thinking about Leon (damnation maybe) x fem!reader with reader being his daughter's kindergarten teacher, and the little one falls in love with her and wants to spend more time with reader, and Leon he finds himself forced to accept this, so he falls in love with the reader. It can be with smut at the end or just something romantic, it doesn't matter.

I hope I explained it ok, I've had this idea in my head for some time but I don't know how to express it 😂❤️❤️

Oooo this sounds so cute stawpppp.

Since I have another fic in the works that's drenched in smut, I'll keep this one fluffy. ;)

Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're a kindergarten teacher for Leon Kennedy's daughter and she wants to keep you forever!

Tw: Fluff, Mention of deceased relative, Mention of past miscarriage

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Enjoy! <3

To Belong

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"Congratulations, Arabella! It looks like you're our student of the week!"

You gently place the pin on Arabella's shirt, smiling widely at her proud expression.

Being a kindergarten teacher definitely has its downs. But also has its ups as well. One of those ups being the honor of teaching these innocent children. Every day is something new, a new experience that makes you realize the importance of raising the next generation.

Arabella turns towards you, smiling so wide her cheeks must hurt. She grabs onto your leg. "Thank you, Miss (L/N)! This means so much to me!"

You smile down at her, proud of her for using the feelings lesson you'd taught her, and crouch to her level to give her a hug. "You're welcome, Arabella! I'm so proud of you. Thank you for being such a kind student!"

She seems to take your praise very seriously, being super kind to her classmates and staying by you side, asking if you need help or service in any kind of way.

❁

At the end of the day when everyone has left, you sit alone at your desk.

Whilst flipping from one graded paper to another, the door to your classroom creaks open.

You raise your head just in time to see Arabella run into the room, screaming with her arms in the air. "MISS (L/N)!!!!"

You laugh as she runs around your desk and hugs you, babbling nonsense excitedly. "Oh my goodness! Back so soon, Arabella?"

She gives a hyper nod. "Yes!"

"'Yes ma'am', Bella."

Your eyes snap up, locking with a pair of bright blues.

You look at him, surprised.

The man held a strong resemblance to Arabella, minus the straight blonde hair Arabella carried. They shared blue eyes and a soft face. If anything, his rough exterior yet light features suited him. Gave him a mysterious and alluring air that draws people to him, searching to learn more about him.

"Oh- yes ma'am- Daddy look, look! This is the nice teacher I was telling you about!"

You rise from your chair and hold out a hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kennedy."

He shakes your hand and offers a nod. "Pleasure to meet you too, Miss (L/N). As you can see, I've heard quite a lot about you."

He gives his daughter a pointed look that makes you laugh. You gesture to the seat across from your desk, offering him a seat as you settle back into your chair. "I assume there's a reason you're here that I could help you with?"

Mr. Kennedy sits in the chair, seemingly tired as he falls into the seat and instinctively spreads his legs.

You try your hardest not to acknowledge the action, but your eyes fail you, flickering down his frame for half a second before returning to his face.

You instantly regret your mistake when he smirks at you, straightening up just a bit and resting his arms on his legs. "Actually, I was hoping to discuss what Arabella's behaviors are like while she's at school, as well as how she's learning." He pauses. "I mean, obviously if she's getting student of the month for the 2nd time, she's doing pretty good."

He smiles and playfully ruffles Arabella's hair, earning a laugh from the 5-year-old. "But still. It would be nice to hear from her teacher, not her."

You clear your throat and nod, turning away to escape the burn of his gaze and pulling out a folder labeled A.K., Arabella Kennedy's character chart.

"Of course, I understand. Let's start with how she handles assignments."

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After about 45 minutes of talking, Leon seems satisfied with his daughter's school life and begins to pack up his things to leave. But Arabella becomes upset, running to you and refusing to let go of your leg.

"No! I'm not ready to say bye to Miss (L/N) yet!"

She throws the standard child tantrum, small tears streaming down her reddened puffed out cheeks as you gently try to coax her into letting go.

"Arabella... Don't be upset. You'll see me again on Monday-"

But she's relentless, shaking her head and kicking away Mr. Kennedy's hands as he tries to reach for her.

Eventually, he sighs and looks at you embarrassingly. "I'm so sorry Miss (L/N). She's hardly ever like this."

Seeing as this is something you deal with all the time, you just shake your head, offering a small smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to this behavior... I'm about to leave for the day. If you guys want, we could go out for a quick dinner? This way, we won't have to part so soon."

This gets the crying 5-year-old to quiet down almost immediately. She looks up from your leg, tears and snot smeared all over your pant leg. "Really? Can we?"

You look up at Mr. Kennedy, raising a brow for conformation. And, seeing as there was no way around it, he gives in.

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And from that moment forward, you and the Kennedy family became quite close.

You shared a few dinners and spent time together at amusement parks and entertainment events, eventually becoming so close that you'd even watch Arabella when Leon had to leave for reasons of his job.

You listen to his stories, and he listens to yours.

He shares how he and Arabella have no one else to depend on. Her mother, although she and Leon didn't have a good relationship, had died during childbirth. And how he'd lost his own parents long ago, growing up an orphan and not having much.

And you share only having your parents. You could have had a little one yourself, but unfortunately grieved a harsh miscarriage and the father of the child leaving soon after didn't help.

You both end up having more in common than you'd originally thought.

And now, you share more than just experiences and memories. Now, you share shy looks and ghostly touches.

Somedays his hand will graze yours and you both will avoid each other's gaze, ignoring the sudden spark that comes when you make contact.

That is until, one night Leon returns from a particularly long job to find you curled up on his living room couch with a book in hand, reading glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.

"Hey, sorry for the long night. Never meant to be gone that long." He shrugs off his leather jacket and throws it over the arm of his second couch.

You eye his fatigued figure for a moment before removing your glasses and putting down your book. "No, it's alright. You know I don't mind, Leon."

Sitting up, you pat the spot next to you on the couch, offering him a seat. "Arabella's upstairs asleep in her room..." He gives a soft grunt and falls on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck while nodding and muttering a 'Good. Thank you.'

Eyes skillfully assessing his behavior, you decide to ask him the question that's been on your mind. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

He glances at you through his peripheral but instantly looks away. "Yes. I'm fine. You can go now."

In all honesty, the way he suggested you leaving hurt your feelings. But you didn't relent. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay..."

Reaching a hand out, you place it on top of his on his lap. He flinches slightly, but doesn't push you away. He pauses for a second...

And then he relaxes, flipping his hand over to wrap it around yours.

Your heart is in your throat and the palms of your hands begin to sweat. But you don't show it, smiling shyly at Leon and holding his hand.

He doesn't look at you. Doesn't show any signs that he acknowledges you besides the fact that he isn't letting go of your hand. "Why do you stay? Why do you want to stay?"

The monotone question catches you off guard. You momentarily freeze as his eyes find you.

Blue frozen glaciers filled with oceans and rivers of pure sadness and regret. The emotion in his eyes makes you briefly wonder where he finds the space for the happiness he feels with Arabella.

Or if he'll have the space for happiness with you.

You take a moment to think, looking down at your linked hands and gliding a thumb over the warmth of his skin. "I feel happiest when I'm here with the two of you. As you know, I don't have much. All I've had to look forward to has been my students... but now... I have the both of you."

You look him in the eyes, trying to convey your emotions through the look in yours. "These past few weeks have been the best I've lived through in years... I'm tired of living alone, Leon. Life is worth so much more when you spend it with somebody else."

He looks at you in shock, not sure what to say about your sudden confession. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to choose the right words to say.

You look away bashfully. "Er- What I'm trying to say is... I'd like it if we could spend... more time together. And see each other more often. But-! It's completely up to you, of course."

For a moment, the silence is nerve wracking. You try not to fidget too much or show that you're anxious in awaiting his answer.

You're beginning to lose hope when Leon's hands are suddenly on your hips.

You're so surprised by his actions that you hardly notice him gently coaxing you into sitting on his lap.

Your legs straddle his thighs, backside rested on his knees when you suddenly notice your position. Your face burns hot, and you rest your hands on his shoulders.

His hands find purchase on your waist. "If I'm being honest, I expected you to leave us a long time ago... I didn't mean to be rude. I just didn't think you'd stay."

He caresses your sides, warm hands heating through the fabric of your clothes. "And... I would like it- a lot if you stayed with us. Not only would you make me happy, but you'd make Arabella happy too. And that matters more than anything."

You pretend to ponder on your decision, looking away with a small smile on your face before turning back to Leon. "Well... I guess I can stick around-"

The sentence barely leaves your lips before Leon pulls you in, kissing you with so much relieved passion that you momentarily feel dizzy.

And for once, you feel like you truly belong somewhere.

Yes. This feeling is definitely one you can get used to.

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ladamedusoif · 1 month

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Coup de Foudre

Lucien Flores x F!Reader

Pairing: Lucien Flores x F!Reader

Summary: Storms come down unexpectedly in the heat of the Parisian summer. The only thing you and Lucien can do is make a run for it.

Warnings: Explicit, MDNI - smut central; established relationship; unprotected but safe PiV sex; fingering; no physical description of reader other than her gingham summer dress; alcohol; a soaking wet Lucien Flores is his own warning

A/N: I loved the prompts and inspiration for @undercoverpena’s “April Showers” event and this is the result. Thank you for organising this, Jo! ‘Coup de foudre’ literally means a thunderbolt/lightning strike in French, but has entered idiomatic language (including in English) as a term for an unexpected event - particularly associated with love at first sight.

With thanks to @paulmescal-s for beta-ing ❤️

Word Count: 1192

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Sheet lightning illuminates the nocturnal city, thunder rumbling almost immediately as the rain intensifies and comes down hard and heavy on your warm skin. In ordinary circumstances, anywhere else, you’d hate being caught in a storm like this. But here, in the hot, humid summer night, Lucien’s big hand gripping yours as you race along glistening streets in the direction of the hotel? There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

Lucien leaps over a puddle, his infectious laughter echoing through the narrow streets as he guides you home. His silk summer shirt is soaked through, the brightly-coloured fabric clinging sinfully to his body in a reminder of the temptation underneath. Your favourite gingham summer dress, meanwhile, has been rendered translucent in the downpour.

Everything will need to come off as soon as you get inside.

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The water drips from your soaking clothes onto the hotel bedroom carpet as Lucien swiftly retrieves the fluffy, white bathrobes from the closet and hands one to you. His thumb catches a droplet wending its way from your hairline down your cheek, and you lean pleasurably into the caress of his hand against your face before shivering abruptly.

”Out of these wet things, gorgeous, before you catch cold.”

You kiss the greying hair on his handsome jaw and head to the bathroom to change, not wanting to create a puddle on the plush carpet. The gingham pools in a sopping pile on the tiled floor, the thin satin slip you wore underneath now stuck to your skin. You peel it off, exposed in just your bra and panties. The impact of the soaking makes itself felt again as you start to shiver and sneeze.

With a knock on the door, Lucien pops his head into the bathroom. “You okay? Sounded like you were -”

The sight of you stops him in his tracks. Your bra and panties are as soaked as the rest of your clothes, underwear almost see-through, and your bra clinging to your breasts and showing off the firm, pebbled nipples underneath.

“Oh, I… I just got a bit cold. Looks like you’re soaked through as well, Lucien.”

You nod towards the light-coloured summer pants that are now two shades darker and clinging to the strong muscles of his legs. He’s already stripped to the waist, his silk shirt and white undershirt in one hand, the golden chains glistening on his damp chest and his unruly dark hair now slicked back in shiny, damp curls. It is impossible to avoid noticing how the wet fabric of his pants draws attention to his half-hard cock. Clearly, Lucien Flores likes what he sees. And so do you.

You guide him into the bathroom, arms around his neck, and nod your head in the direction of the shower unit in the corner of the room, large enough for two. “You know, I think a nice, hot shower is the perfect way to make sure we don’t catch cold. Don’t you agree?”

Lucien licks his lips as he moves closer to you, nodding in agreement as his eyes rove up and down your damp body. “Everything will need to come off, of course,” he says quietly. With a hum of approval you reach for the waistband of his pants, pulling him tight to you as you unbutton and unzip them. His dark eyes meet yours and he reaches both of his hands up to your face, pulling you in for a deep, warm kiss that halts you in your tracks. “Don’t stop,” he murmurs into your mouth.

The soaking fabric gathers at his ankles and he steps out of them, still not breaking the kiss. Long, thick fingers explore your body, reaching around you to remove your bra and expose the damp, soft flesh of your tits. Your hand teases at his boxer briefs as he moans into your mouth.

”These are soaked, too,” you purr, as Lucien tugs at the fabric of your panties.

“So are these, baby.” He presses a finger to the cotton covering your most intimate parts and chuckles. “And I don’t think it’s just the rain that has them wet.”

With a smirk you break away, reaching into the shower to get the water running. Leaning in to adjust the temperature, you feel Lucien’s presence behind you. Two broad hands on your hips, gently but purposefully caressing the damp flesh. He works the last bit of wet fabric off you and leaves you bare.

“Look at me, gorgeous girl.” He pulls you tight to him, strong arms holding you in place, as you quickly pull down his boxers and grin at the sight of his hard cock springing free. It throbs against your body, a delicious vibration and foretaste of what’s ahead. You run your hand over his cock as you guide him into the warm steam of the shower, taking great pleasure in the needy groans you coax from him. But Lucien can, as you’d learned from the start, give as good as he gets. With one hand on your wet breast he slips his fingers between your legs, dragging them along your dripping folds as you cry out under the shower.

“I don’t want to help you dry off here,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck as his middle finger teases your pussy. One - then two - and then three thick digits slide inside your cunt, stretching you for him even though he knows you can take it without much preparation.

You’re ready. He can tell. But he wants to hear you ask for it.

“Words, darling.”

“Please, Lucien,” you gasp, stretched out on the fingers he’s fucking in and out of you. “Need you to fuck me now. Need you inside me now.”

He withdraws his fingers and trails them over your lips, watching with wanton but affectionate pleasure as you taste yourself. Another kiss, the droplets of the rainfall shower pouring over your faces as you slip your tongue into his mouth.

“Okay. Turn round,” he instructs. He positions your body carefully: facing one tiled wall as he shifts your hips into position.

It takes almost no effort whatsoever for him to bury himself inside you. Even Lucien seems taken by surprise, exhaling sharply as he bottoms out. His right hand covers yours, fingers splayed together on the tiled wall, his other hand holding your left hip firmly as he fucks you. The little gold medallion that dangles from his chain beats a steady rhythm against your body as he takes you, hard and deep. The water rolls down his gorgeous body and drips onto yours, bringing you ever closer to your first orgasm. His magic hands already have you near the edge, two fingers rubbing firm circles over your swollen clit. The groans and exclamations he makes suggest that Lucien is not far behind you.

It’s the pretty little noises you make when he fucks you that tip him over. His rhythm changes, and the sound of your voices blends with that of the storm still hammering the windows as you come, hard, together.

***

Sated, dried off, and wrapped in warm fluffy bathrobes, Lucien orders two whiskies to the room and joins you on the bed. He kisses your damp hair, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he clinks his cut-glass tumbler to yours.

“What are we drinking to?”

He hums happily and reclines on the stack of plump hotel pillows, closing his eyes as he listens to the rain still falling, more gently now.

“To stormy weather.”

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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Hi! It’s me again! I absolutely loved what you made out of my last request!And I wanted to make another one!❤️

So like we all know Mizu is touch starved(My darling just like me🥲) so I was wondering if you could do like Mizu with a reader who is also touch starved and is a very affectionate and is always showing affection(Like holding hands, hugging, kisses or my fav, holding her hand and just resting it against their lips in a touched kiss while laying down together) and the reader is very clingy but they still give Mizu their space if she needs or craves it (fluffy but maybe a bit smutty? If you’re comfortable of course) :)

pairing: touch starved!mizu x fem!touch starved!reader

warning(s): nsfw head cannons, swearing

a/n: I’m gonna put nsfw head cannons under the lil fic! because I’m okay with nsfw, just in head cannons or sum like that.

word count: 347 words / 1,890 characters

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you’re hand was pressed against mizu’s lips, just.. lying there. she wasn’t kissing it, no, she wasn’t even moving. she was lying there, the most relaxed you’d ever seen her.

and it was nice. feeling her lips against your skin—feeling the soft touch of a lover while you were snuggled up in bed.

you other hand was drawing circles on her side, smiling softly as you did so. you loved to just feel her skin against yours—constantly touching your lover in anyway possible.

you gave her space if she wanted it, of course.

but that became rare now that you two were together.

you pressed a kiss against her side, smiling.

“what’re you up to, down there..?” she rasped, raising an eyebrow at you.

“just loving you,” you giggle. “is that so bad?”

“no,” she whispered back. “not at all. you’re touch is…” her voice trailed off for a moment, “.. lovely.”

you smile, pressing another kiss on her side, “good—I’d hope it would be. and lucky for you, I like touching you.”

she snickered, “sounds dirty.”

you sigh, batting her away, “don’t turn this cute moment we were having into something sexual.”

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a/n: ^^^ me, an asexual, reading fanfic

NSFW HEAD-CANONS (touch starved!mizu)

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mizu’s a top, if that wasn’t obvious

though from time-time she does want you to take care of her

whenever your having sex, she’s always kissing your body—touching it any way she can. she wants to feel your skin on hers, always telling you how goddamn beautiful you are

and she loves to feel your hands all over her body, grasping her hair, cupping her face- she doesn’t care when, how, she just wants your touch all over her.

god her favorite feeling is your body tensing up around her- wether it’s around her fingers, or your thighs squeezing her head between your legs

and the aftercare….

the gentle hugs from behind as she massages the shampoo into your hair <3

or the massage she gives your legs and shoulders just to make sure your legs don’t hurt tmrw after she absolutely ate you out

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a/n: I hope this was good <3

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bihansthot · 8 months

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Title: Mating Season

Rating: Mature (so much filth, hemipenes c*m inflation, DP, overstimulation, breeding)

Pairing: Syzoth x f!reader (implied Bi-Han x f!reader, implied Bi-Han x Syzoth, implied OT3)

Word Count: 7,000-ish

Summary: You yawn and roll around the bed groggily, you’re disoriented and groggy and more pressingly, cold. At some point during the night, your electric blanket had decided to turn itself off and you curse the automatic timer to yourself before burrowing deeper under the covers. Something feels off though, not right, and you roll over towards his side of the bed and realize he’s not there, “Sy?” You call out, unwilling to come out of your mountain of blankets as you search around the bed fruitlessly, “Bi-Han?” No answer from either, not that you expected the Grandmaster to actually still be in the vicinity of the bedroom, he had most likely been awake for quite some time overseeing mission paperwork and morning workouts. You shiver as you force yourself out of bed, very reluctantly, and throw on your heavy fur-laden robes as you make your way to the bathroom. You put your hair back before splashing some water on your face and scrubbing the cleanser onto your face, you take a moment to savor the hot water on your skin. You almost reluctantly pat your face dry with a nice fluffy towel as you set upon the rest of your morning routine, you yawn loudly as you make your face up, of course, both Bi-Han and Syzoth insisted your were beautiful as is, but you wore makeup for yourself, not for your lovers. Besides you didn’t like how sleepy and sickly you always looked without eyeliner on so you set to your task and draw a thin line of coal over your eyelids and make your final touch-ups. You change into your fur-lined day clothes and head out of the Grandmaster’s chambers.

Author’s Notes: Ok my loves, so many of you asked (there are lots of comments asking for it but I couldn’t remember what posts they were on) for this how could I not deliver some of the finest filth I’ve ever crafted, it’s like 9 sinful pages of Reptile filth at its finest, I’m pretty proud of this one but I will say this one is kind of a continuation of one of my favorites ever, Boo to You! Happy Howl-o-ween and I highly recommend you read it to better understand this fic. You also might recognize a certain maid if you’ve read Earning Your Keep too. This particular story is a solo Reptile (Syzoth) x f!reader but it’s set in my OT3 universe so there are interactions and mentions of Bi-Han too. As always please feed my starving ego! If you enjoyed this one let me know! Comment, Like, Reblog DM me, send asks whatever just engage! I know you lovelies wanted this one and I hope I delivered! Sending lots of love ❤️

You yawn and roll around the bed groggily, you’re disoriented and groggy and more pressingly, cold. At some point during the night, your electric blanket had decided to turn itself off and you curse the automatic timer to yourself before burrowing deeper under the covers. Something feels off though, not right, and you roll over towards his side of the bed and realize he’s not there, “Sy?” You call out, unwilling to come out of your mountain of blankets as you search around the bed fruitlessly, “Bi-Han?” No answer from either, not that you expected the Grandmaster to actually still be in the vicinity of the bedroom, he had most likely been awake for quite some time overseeing mission paperwork and morning workouts. You shiver as you force yourself out of bed, very reluctantly, and throw on your heavy fur-laden robes as you make your way to the bathroom. You put your hair back before splashing some water on your face and scrubbing the cleanser onto your face, you take a moment to savor the hot water on your skin. You almost reluctantly pat your face dry with a nice fluffy towel as you set upon the rest of your morning routine, you yawn loudly as you make your face up, of course, both Bi-Han and Syzoth insisted your were beautiful as is, but you wore makeup for yourself, not for your lovers. Besides you didn’t like how sleepy and sickly you always looked without eyeliner on so you set to your task and draw a thin line of coal over your eyelids and make your final touch-ups. You change into your fur-lined day clothes and head out of the Grandmaster’s chambers.

You wander around the compound for a bit trying to keep an eye out for either of your lovers, but having little luck tracking down either. Slowly you make your way to the kitchen, breakfast was long over but if you were lucky you’d still be able to sneak a bowl of congee from the girls in the kitchen. Luck was in your favor as you enter the wonderfully warm kitchen and greet the girls, “Zhilan, good morning!” You call brightly as your morning fatigue seems to lessen upon seeing your favorite of the serving girls.

“Good morning my lady!” she replies happily, bowing lowly as a sign of respect for you, “I set aside a bowl of congee and some soft boiled eggs for you.”

“You’re a live saver Zhilan!” You smile happily as you take the bowl of piping hot congee from her before helping yourself to a nice hot cup of coffee. You take a seat on one of the wooden stools in the spacious kitchen as you begin to enjoy your breakfast, there was nothing particularly remarkable about the congee but it was hearty and warming and in the harsh climate of Arctika, nothing seemed to hit the spot quite like it. You take your time finishing your breakfast, but nearly gulp down the coffee, desperate for the satisfying buzz of caffeine. “Say, Zhilan, have you seen Bi-Han or Syzoth this morning? I can’t seem to find either.”

“The Grandmaster was overseeing the youth practice this morning, but I haven’t see Master Syozth, my lady, I’m sorry I can’t be of more help to you,” she looks down worried as Zhilan replies to your query.

“Ah ok, thanks so much, I’ll go pester Bi-Han then,” you slid the dishes into the sink before thanking the girls again and heading back out into the harsh cold. You make your way to the training grounds following the grunts and dejected cries from the young initiates, “Polar Bear, there you are!” You smile happily as you make your way across the training field and find the Grandmaster there sternly barking out corrections.

“Qīn, you’re finally awake I see,” he smiles playfully as he motions for Kuai Liang to take over directing the young warriors. He glares intensely at his students as he hears snickering and snide comments from a few of the more troublesome students, “you and you! See me after class. I have buckets with your names on them.”

You wince slightly at his tone and the harsh punishment of making the boys stand out in the cold for who knows how long holding heavy water-laden buckets with their arms extended. “Polar Bear, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have interrupted class, maybe go easy on them for once?”

“There’s no mercy in the Lin Kuei qīn, you should know that by now.” Bi-Han sneers before steering you off to the side, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, I don’t think at least, I just can’t find Sy and was wondering if you had seen him,” you answer truthfully.

“I saw him early this morning, something seemed,” the cryomancer pauses for a moment as if searching for a phrase that wouldn’t alarm you, “off. His eyes seemed unfocused and his breathing was hard, I sent him to the physician. I’m not sure a human physician will be able to tend to a Zaterran though.” Bi-Han answers as he cups your worried face and his cold fingers caress your cheek trying to assuage your worries.

“Is, is he going to be ok?” You ask worriedly, torn between staying with Bi-Han a moment longer and running to the medical bay.

“I think it’s just a fever qīn, I’m sure he’ll be fine once it breaks, Syzoth is a strong, powerful warrior, something like a little fever won’t keep him down for long.” Bi-Han reassures as he pats your head, his tall frame dwarfing yours.

“I’m going to go check on him, maybe the healers will have some more information,” you reply before reaching up on your tip toes to give Bi-Han a peck on his cheek.

“I’ll see you for dinner qīn, I have to work through lunch, there’s so many contracts to go through,” Bi-Han sighs as he bids you farewell and heads back to barking orders at the trainees.

You wave goodbye to your lover and his brother before making your way across the sprawling compound to the healers. It seems to take forever to reach the medical bay, you quietly make your way inside not wanting to disturb the other patients. It takes a moment for you to find the head healer and you’re a bit concerned because you’ve yet to see Syzoth.

“Ah Lady y/n, can I help you? Are you feeling unwell?” The healer greets you as you finally locate them.

“Oh, no, no. I’m fine Master Wang, I’m just looking for someone, have you seen Syzoth? Bi-Ha-erm the Grandmaster said he headed here this morning?” You correct yourself belated reminding yourself Bi-Han was not Bi-Han outside your shared bedroom.

“Lord Syzoth was here this morning my Lady, but I’m afraid he’s no longer here, he was complaining about feeling unusually hot, which is most odd given his constitution and the climate here. I believe he has a fever, but he did say he wanted to go somewhere comfortable, somewhere out of the way, does this mean anything to you my Lady?” The healer explains while doing his rounds, attending to the other patients.

He feels hot? What’s going on? You ask yourself, it was so unlike Syzoth, he complained even more than you did about the climate of Arctika. “Comfortable? Out of the way? Hm, I wonder,” you trail off as you think about where Syzoth may be, suddenly it comes to you, comfortable and out of the way, the stables. “I think I know where he is! Thank you Master Wang!”

“Do be careful outside my Lady, it’s particularly cold for those of us who are not supernatural today,” Master Wang advises as you wave goodbye to the kindly, elderly healer and begin hiking out to the stables. “Why didn’t he go back to our room though, he wouldn’t be disturbed there, unless he didn’t want to be around me or Bi-Han. Why though? Just because of a little fever? Is he worried because I catch cold easily?” You wonder aloud to yourself as you pull your fur cloak tighter around your body, making your way along the bitterly cold, tree-lined path to the stables. You shudder with cold as you keep trudging along the path, cursing to yourself, “I mean I know animals smell, but whose idiotic idea was it to make the stables so far from the main compound? I guess I don’t have to worry about doing my Pilates today, I’m getting plenty of exercise today.” You huff in frustration as you finally spy the stables in the distance. You sigh in relief as you finally make your way into the lovely, welcoming heat the stables provided, you laugh to yourself that Bi-Han insisted on taking such good care of the horses but he expected his students to suffer. “Syzoth?” You call softly, not wanting to startle any of the horses, “Sy?” You repeat looking around the empty stalls and not seeing any signs of disturbed hay. “Hmm, don’t tell me I missed him again,” you sigh exasperatedly as you wander around the expanse of stalls, you take a moment to pet some of the friendlier horses as you continue your search.

After a few moments you spot the ladder leading to the hay loft, “I wonder,” you muse to yourself before climbing the ladder and heading into the wonderfully warm, comforting hay loft, “Sy?” You repeat again and strain your ears for any sounds, assuming that if Syzoth didn’t want to be found he was probably cheating by being invisible. “Sy talk to me, I know your here, I can see the hay moving,” you try to call his bluff, not actually seeing any movement.

“Sunshine?” Comes a muffled reply and it almost sounds like he’s in pain as you manage to hear his heavy breathing over the nickering and whinnying of the horses.

You follow his voice over to the large heap of hay, which really should have been your first clue as to where the Zaterran was hiding. “Baby, what are you doing in the hayloft? Bi-Han and Master Wang said you had a fever, you should be in bed letting me take care of you,” you reply softly making your way through the hay bales over to the pile.

“It-it’s not just a fever, it’s something far more embarrassing,” Syzoth whines and refuses to make himself visible.

“What do you mean?” You stop dead in your tracks trying to figure out what could be embarrassing about being sick, oh maybe he’s having stomach troubles, you wonder to yourself, but if that was the case why in the hell was he in the stables?

“H-How much do you know about animals Sunshine?” The Saurian ventures the question, still hidden in his makeshift nest.

“I, I don’t know? My brothers had an iguana for a little while when we were kids, I don’t remember much about it though,” you reply and belatedly cringe that you just admitted to owning one of Reptile’s relatives as a child.

Thankfully though Syzoth doesn’t seem to realize what you mean by had an iguana, “do you remember them ever acting oddly?”

“Honestly no, Mom made us get rid of it pretty quickly,” you blink rapidly trying to figure out what this had to do with Syzoth. “I do know that well, sometimes, animals get urges, right? One’s they can’t really control,” you slowly slot the pieces together as you think back to last spring and how insatiable Bi-Han had been. When he had revealed to you that a polar bear wasn’t the only animal he could transform into. To say you had been shocked when he came home with a high fever and sprouted fuzzy ears and a fluffy wolf tail would be the understatement of the century. Then it dawned on you, that Syzoth was probably going through the same thing, he was probably in a rut, “Sy, are you by any chance in a well I don’t know if it’s the right word for your species but a rut?”

He peaks up from the hay, just his head is suddenly visible, his beautiful emerald eyes look almost black with how blown out his pupils look, a thick blush colors his lightly tanned cheeks and he looks uncomfortable and unfocused. “You know what that is then? Then you’ll help?” Syzoth asks almost desperately and you aren’t sure if it's a trick of the low lighting in the barn but it looks as though the Saurian has been crying.

You’re taken aback by his pained-looking appearance, “of-of course Sy, just tell me what to do,” you worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you close the distance between you and the Saurian, trying not to let your nerves get the best of you. If this was anything like one of Bi-Han’s ruts you wouldn’t be able to sit properly for a week, but still, you were determined to soothe and alleviate the obvious pain your lover was in.

“I just, I wait, there’s a couple things you should know Sunshine, first, I’ve never had a a rut as you called it in human form, I don’t think it will satisfy me, I, I already tried relieving myself this morning in the shower,” he pauses as he explains the situation to you.

“Ah, well, ok then, we’ve talked about doing things in your natural form before, I-I’m willing,” your voice betrays your worry as you try and placate your lizard boyfriend.

“I’m worried though, about my acidity,” he explains in between labored pants, “I don’t want to hurt you accidentally, you know I’d never do it on purpose, but I can’t trust myself like this.”

“Do you want me to get Bi-Han, he can restrain you or maybe freeze your mouth shut while we take care of you?” You ask, smoothing his ruffled hair, trying to fish the bits of hay out of his short, dark hair.

“No!” Syzoth all but shouts, “no! Its bad enough you’re seeing me like this, but I don’t want Bi-Han to see me like this, I’m so, so out of control right now, I can barely hold myself back,” Syzoth frantically whimpers.

“Ok, ok, calm down, no Bi-Han. Just you and me, what about if you partially transform? Just your lower half? Will that work?” You ask, pressing your forehead to his flushed brown in an attempt to soothe the Saurian.

Your action has an adverse effect though as he starts chirping in a panicked fashion and a startled hiss escapes his parted lips. “Ah, shit, I’m sorry Sunshine,” he pulls away suddenly and takes a few shaky breaths before his unfocused eyes find yours, “yeah, yeah we can give that a shot, it, it might work?”

“I’m guessing you can’t wait to get back to our room, can you?” You ask looking around the hayloft, and thankfully spying an extra stock of blankets for the horses in the corner.

“No, can’t wait, I need you, now,” Syzoth all but hisses the word now and you find yourself equal parts worried and aroused, you know the Saurian would never hurt you on purpose, but in this state, he wasn’t himself.

You move to grab one of the extra blankets but Syzoth’s grip on your wrist stops you dead in your tracks and you tense up.

“I said now,” he growls again, bearing his teeth much the way Bi-Han often did when he let his animalistic side out to play and you can’t help but wonder if the two of them spent too much time with one another.

You’re unable to ponder the thought long as Syzoth’s clumsy lips crash into yours, despite numerous lessons from you and Bi-Han he still hadn’t quite grasped the concept of kissing in the same manner as two natural-born humans would. You didn’t mind though, he was cute and enthusiastic usually and it always made up for the occasional teeth clink, today was different though, today he was doing his best to dominate the kiss, not to just initiate it and let you take control. You’re startled, to say the least as his long, forked tongue wriggles its way inside the warm confines of your mouth, it's slippery and hot, his body in general was hotter than normal and you assumed part of it was due to the warming comfort of the barn and part of it was because of his rut. You didn’t really ponder it too long though as the organ wraps around your tongue entirely as he pulls your tongue into his mouth, his hands frantically scrambling for his pants. “Sy, Sy!” You push him off momentarily as you try and regain some level of control, “you need to go slower, I can’t handle all of you yet, I know it’s painful for you but you have to remember human women aren’t meant to breed, we’re not automatically ready for our partners.”

The Saurian lets out a frustrated snarl before calming down slightly, his eyes widening and he starts to shake, “I-I know, I’m sorry, I just, it hurts, so bad,” he all but whispers the last bit as he finally rids himself of his pants, tail swishing anxiously back and forth.

“Shh, baby, I know, I know, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, we just need to go slower, just a little, you gotta make me nice and wet for your first,” you shush and soothe the Saurian.

“R-right,” he shudders in pain as he visibly restrains himself from just burying into you immediately, after a few deep breaths he seems to have a hold of himself again.

You sigh in relief as his grip on your wrist loosens and you’re able to get one of the blankets, you spread it out over the hay and make quick work of your clothes, you don’t want to cause Syzoth any undue pain. Unfortunately for you though your naked body seemed to be the last straw that broke the Saurian’s resolve.

He’s on you faster than you can process, his tongue no longer delving into your mouth but seeking your lower lips instead, you let out a surprised cry as the Saurian’s forked tongue laves your mound.

“S-sy?” You almost ask, your head spinning from the sudden change, you bite your lip to quiet yourself, not wanting to scare the horses. You can’t cover up your indignant squeak as his tongue laps against both your holes at once. “Sy what are you doing, you don’t have to do that,” you squirm under him moaning again as the slippery organ drags over your puckered entrance and above to tickle your clit with both sides of his tongue.

“I’m pretty sure I do,” he answers and gestures down to himself.

That’s when you see it, his true form, there’s not one, but two, huge green cocks, covered in flexible spines, protruding from a slit in his reptilian abdomen. “What the fuck is that?” You can’t stop yourself from asking as your eyes widen like saucers.

“M-my natural form, I believe the word for it is hemipenes?” Syzoth stammers slightly as you eye the huge organs, already dripping heavily with glistening pre-cum.

“No wonder you don’t want Bi-Han seeing you like this, you make him look small!” You exclaim, almost terrified of the sight in front of you.

Syzoth almost preens at the compliment as he resumes laving your holes with his slick tongue, he chirps happily against your increasingly wet cunt.

“Ah, Sy,” you sigh softly as his attention shifts to your rear entrance, he draws his tongue over your puckered hole before wriggling the slippery organ inside. He forces another embarrassing noise from you as it twists and turns inside your tight entrance, slowly and carefully he pushes two long fingers inside your neglected pussy and you whimper with need. The Saurian makes a come hither motion with both his fingers and his tongue still buried deep inside your ass and you can’t control your hips as they buck up against the pleasurable action. The action doesn’t last long though and soon the roles are reversed, the Saurian pushes his slick-soaked fingers into your spit-soaked ass as his tongue plunges into your hot cunt. You cry out in stunted yelps as Reptile opens you up, you’re shaking from need as his tongue practically wraps its way around the bundle of nerves inside you and seemingly sucks on it, massaging it for all he’s worth. You pant helplessly as his fingers twist and scissor out your tight ass, the squelching sound beyond embarrassing, somewhere, deep down in your lust-addled brain you’re not sure you can handle Syzoth’s natural form, but you thought the same thing about Bi-Han’s knot and the cryowolf had proved you wrong on multiple occasions. You can’t help but think about how odd it was that both Bi-Han and Syzoth had their own animalistic counterparts but both were desperate to hide it from the other, if you thought for even a moment that Bi-Han would bottom for the Saurian you would say they should hook up when they got into ruts but he never would, would he? You’re pulled from your train of thought as Syzoth slides a third spit-soaked finger into your tight ass. “Hnnng Sy,” you whimper as he keeps assaulting your sweet spot with his wicked tongue, “I-I’m going to,” you warn him as the familiar heat and tension of your impending orgasm draw close.

Syzoth just makes muffled little chitters against your cunt, the vibrations driving you crazy, you have no clue what he’s saying, but you can tell by the way his cocks are leaking he’s not going to last much longer without being inside you.

“Ah! Ah! Sy!” You cry loudly, no longer caring about the horses, this had probably long been a secret fuck spot around the Lin Kuei Temple and the horses were used to sudden loud noises, they were war horses after all. Your hips buck and sway driving his fingers and tongue deeper as your back arches, you bite your lip in a belated effort to quiet yourself as you tumble over the edge. Your body locks for a moment before great shudders overtake it, electricity courses through your body as the Saurian forces you to your peak.

You whimper pitifully under him as your hips buck and quake and the Saurian’s eager mouth is flooded with your sweet juices, almost reluctantly he withdraws though, he doesn’t ask if you're ready though.

You look down at him, his pupils completely blown and totally out of focus, “I can’t wait anymore Sunshine, I’m sorry,” he whispers before lining both of his cocks up with your holes and slowly pushing forward.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as the huge organs work their way inside your tight holes, the slick stretching of your ass doing little to alleviate the pressure. You’re beyond relieved to realize the Saurian’s cocks appeared to be self-lubricating which helped with penetration quite a bit. You whimper and coo pitifully as the Saurian’s cocks sink inside your holes, inch by inch, the reptilian organs rearranging your insides to make room for the spiky appendages. You’re shocked the spines don’t hurt, if anything they just massage your walls and add to the pleasurable sensation. Your jaw hangs slack as he continues pressing his cocks inside you, “Sy, that’s too much, I can’t, I can’t handle anymore,” you whimper starting to feel very overfull and slightly overwhelmed.

Syzoth pushes the sweat-slicked hair from your forehead before shushing you softly, “just a little bit more Sunshine, you’re doing such a good job, I’m almost in, you feel sooo good,” he praises and chirps happily.

“Sy, I’m going to burst! This is too much,” you whine and sniffle as tears begin to gather in the corners of your eyes as you’re pushed well past your breaking point. It feels like something almost tears as the Saurian thrusts harshly and finally buries himself completely inside you’re overstuffed pussy and ass. You let out a pained cry as your back arches trying to alleviate some of your discomfort.

“Oh fuck Sunshine, you feel so good, I don’t believe you for a minute saying human women weren’t made to breed, that’s exactly what you were made for, a Zaterran female can’t take both cocks at once,” he hisses softly as he still inside you, enjoying your tight heat enveloping both of his cocks at once.

You whimper at his words, Bi-Han had a similar sentiment to you being made for this too, and you were slowly starting to think your lovers were right. You pant softly as you test your hips slowly, unsure you were ready to let the Saurian fuck you but also realizing how much pain his rut was causing him, you’re torn between giving him relief and potentially hurting yourself or hurting him while you got off easy.

Syzoth doesn’t give you time to make up your mind though, he can no longer hold back his animalistic urges, and he pulls his cocks out slowly before plunging back into your delicious heat. Your entire body jolts at his action and you whimper pitifully, the spines twisting and bending in your tight canals. It feels so overwhelming and far too much and you’re immediately regretting not making him follow you back to your cold, yet comfortable bedroom, between the heat of the Saurian’s body and the heat of the barn you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Sweat pours from your body as you twist and turn uncomfortably beneath Reptile, your hands grasping futilely at the blanket and straw below you, you’re full, far too full and it hurts.

“Sy please, it hurts, it’s too much,” you whimper quietly, big fat tears beginning to roll down your cheeks as you try and force your body to accommodate the Saurian.

Syzoth carefully brushes your tears from your cheeks but your pleas to little to deter the Saurian, he was far too into his rut to even notice your discomfort, he had completely given into his baser instincts. He chirps softly next to your ear as his long tongue licks a reassuring stripe up your neck before teasing your ear, he begins to move his hips again, he’s mercifully slow at least, clearly enjoying your tight, wet heat. Reptile seems beyond words at this point and he’s reverted to low grunts, hisses, and happy chirps as he mouths at your sensitive ear and down to your neck as his hips rock into your velveteen heat.

You pant and cry as the sensation still feels overwhelming, his cocks are so deep inside you, it somehow feels even deeper than when Bi-Han was transformed, it’s so much. Your ass feels so full and stretched and even with the earlier prep it burns in protest, three fingers hardly equaled the monster Saurian cock stuffed in it now. You pant and huff as Reptile moves slowly at first, getting used to your body, his controlled demeanor doesn’t last though and with a feral snarl, something snaps in the Saurian. Suddenly Reptile is holding your hips down and hard as he starts to thrust into you for real, you squeal in surprise as your cunt and ass are suddenly assaulted by the Saurian’s hemipenes. The spines twisting and bending inside your canals, massaging your walls and stimulating you even further coaxing more of your lovely nectar from your dripping cunny. You squeeze your eyes shut as an embarrassing, high-pitched whine escapes your parted lips and you try and focus on the pleasant sensation of the little spines instead of the over-full sensation. More tears fall from your eyes, but it’s not tears of pain anymore if anything they’re tears of being overstimulated, you feel the urge to cum again rising rapidly and the Saurian had barely begun. You press your hands to your eyes, trying to brush away the tears as you buck your hips desperately against Syzoth’s rock-hard abdomen, you give a bit of a shout as he holds your hips down and starts fucking you hard. You cry out as feel the appendages pounding in and out of your holes, you grit your teeth as your eyes roll back with pleasure.

More unintelligible growls and hisses bubble up from Reptile’s lips as he fucks you hard, his tail swishing back and forth rapidly, “sunshine,” he rumbles as you feel his cocks diving deeper and deeper inside your body, claiming it as his own. Each buck and thrust of his hips drive his huge cocks pleasantly against your sweet spot as you’re finally able to relax your ass enough that the burn fades to a pleasant overstuffed sensation.

It’s nearly impossible to concentrate on one cock or the other as both invade your body over and over again, your toes curl as another embarrassing cry falls from your lips. Molten-hot pleasure pools in your stomach as the intense sensation continues to build, you’re not going to last much longer, “Sy,” you try and warn your lover but he’s definitely not coherent enough to hear your whimpering cries. His dicks drives into you harder and faster and your brain seems to short-circuit with pleasure as his animalistic assault continues, you throw your arms around his well-muscled torso, nails biting into the taut flesh as your holes clench down around his cocks. His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany as you rapidly approach your second orgasm of the encounter, your body shakes with pleasure as the coil in your belly tightens even further before bursting. Your head lolls to the side, drool oozing out of your plush lips as Reptile does nothing to silence you, his animalistic nature wanting nothing more than to hear your high-pitched cries and shouts drowning out the agitated noises of the horses below. You shriek his name as your orgasm hits you like a gut punch the pleasure becoming far too much all at once as you clamp down and milk his cocks for all their worth, the mind-numbing sensation blotting out all the discomfort at this point and focusing only on the pleasure the Saurian’s onslaught brought.

The noises falling from the Saurian’s lips make you even dizzier in your post-orgasm-addled mind, your eyes flutter as black and silver start to dance before them and you’re worried you may pass out. Sweat drips from the Saurian’s body down onto your own sweat-soaked skin as the intense heat rolling off Syzoth’s chiseled body seems to intensify the closer he gets to complete. “I’m, I,” he stammers with seemingly great effort as you nod your head in consent knowing he’s trying to warn you he’s about to cum.

Your body shudders and heaves with each thrust into your overly sensitive body as he keeps fucking into you harder and harder, the spines hugging and caressing your most sensitive spots. You nearly shriek as you feel his slippery prehensile tongue ghosting over your clit as he fucks you harder and deeper, “Sy! I-I can’t! It’s too much!” You cry out as his tongue becomes more insistent and intense in its quest to bring you to completion once more. You’re brought to tears once more as your body is pushed well beyond its limits of pleasure, your head thrashes back and forth as you cling to his rock-hard body pistoning in and out of your abused holes. The Saurian’s fat cock fucking your cervix open with every thrust, the spines caressing and stimulating your sweet spot with every movement, his tongue lavishing its attention solely on your hypersensitive clit as your nails break his tanned skin and blood wells up under your nails. You can’t think anymore you can barely breathe, and before you can get a good breath to steady yourself the Saurian’s hand wraps around your neck applying pressure in very much a move borrowed from the cryomancer. He almost completely stills your breath as you gasp and gargle with each labored breath your eyes widen in shock as he once again forces tears from your eyes as everything becomes too much all at once, you choke and spasm in his grasp as his cocks pound you open, determined to fill every inch of your unprotected womb and ass with his reptilian cum. A wheezing heave of a choked-off cry escapes your mouth as a primal roar falls from the Saurian’s lips, his hips finally still as he slams them as deeply inside you as he possibly can and his tongue goes wild flitting and flicking across your sensitive bud.

Your body seizes under him as you feel the first hot spurts of cum flooding your cunt and ass, your eyes roll back as your tongue falls out, more drool dripping down your chin, mingling with your tears making a complete mess of yourself as Reptile forces you to the most intense orgasm of the encounter, one that maybe even rivaled your encounters with the cryowolf. Your nails rip into his flesh as a fresh wave of tears fall from your eyes as you wheeze and gurgle your pleasure, your voice still trapped by the Saurian’s ironclad grip, your entire body lurches and trembles as wave after wave of pleasure course through your body as you feel more and more of the reptilian’s cum filling your abused holes. You can no longer stand the pleasurable onslaught as you pass out from the overwhelming sensation, Syzoth immediately releases his grip on your neck as he notices your limp body his nails digging into your hips as he keeps pumping you full of his cum. You don’t stay unconscious long, only a second or two as you cough and heave desperate to fill your lungs full of air as you whine uncomfortably. You notice your stomach becoming inflated with the lizard’s cum as your belly swells with each spurt, your ass can no longer contain the copious amount of cum as it rushes back out soaking Syzoth’s secondary cock with his own release. Your pussy though, your pussy is desperate not to waste an ounce of cum as it tenses and milks his spiny cock for all its worth pulling a lovely hiss from the Saurian. The noise pulls a weak moan from you as he holds you tight and keeps pumping you full of load after load of hot viscous cum, the sensation making you dizzy and your legs feel like jello. You close your eyes and just breathe deeply enjoying the sensation of being stuffed so full, you are a cum slut after all and nothing feels as satisfying as a belly full of cum, you belatedly worry if Syzoth can get you pregnant or not, but since you were different species you weren’t overly concerned about it. You finally flex your fingers, detangling them from the Saurian’s tan skin, as one lazy rests against your inflated belly, “so much,” you whimper as your belly continues to swell, full of the Saurian’s potent cum.

“Fuck,” he sighs pleasurably, “you have no idea how much I needed that Sunshine, and you have no idea how good you look with your belly all swollen with cum, it’s almost like your pregnant with my hatchlings,” he rumbles, pleased and sated as his hand joins yours to rest lightly on your distended stomach.

“C-can you get me pregnant?” You ask shakily, still clamping down around his cocks as more cum oozes out of your ass onto the long-forgotten blanket.

“Mmm, I guess we’ll find out won’t we? I’m highly fertile in this state, if it’s going to happen, now would be the time, but I can’t say I’d be mad. You’d look so perfect, like you do right now, your belly all round and firm like this, yeah it’d be the best,” he hisses with a hint of longing in the way he speaks.

“M-maybe we should ask Bi-Han how he feels about that first?” You try and reason with the Saurian, but if you were being honest with yourself you were a little too blissed out from being bred by the Saurian to really care how Bi-Han felt about the situation, though you did think it would sting a little since he was always trying to put a baby in you too, yet another kink the two men shared, apparently.

“Bi-Han and I are actually competing to see who can get you pregnant first,” Syzoth admits almost bashfully as he leans forward and snuggles against your warm body, his own finally returning to its natural state.

“Would have been nice to tell me about this,” you huff in faux annoyance as you card your fingers through the Saurian’s short, dark locks. “Are you at least feeling better now? Or are you still cumming?”

“Mmm, I think I’m done now, it’s hard to tell though, you still feel so good and I’m, well, hard all the time in my natural state, so I have no real way of knowing if I’m fully sated until I shift back to my human form.” Syzoth explains lazily, rubbing his face affectionately against your neck.

“Can you change back then? My poor ass needs a break, you’re too big like this Sy, it hurts,” you sigh and wiggle a bit in discomfort.

“Yeah, sorry Sunshine,” he gives you an apologetic peck as his lower half slowly transforms back into his human form, though curiously his tail remains, swishing happily back and forth like a very content pup.

There’s a sudden rush of liquid between your thighs as Reptile’s fat cock no longer holds the deluge of cum inside you, “ugh, Sy, you made such a mess, Bi-Han is going to be pissed.”

“Why would he be pissed? He knows we make love sometimes without him, surely he’ll understand an emergency situation like this,” Syzoth muses as he shifts to lay beside you.

“He’s gonna be pissed you got lizard jizz all over his barn,” you laugh breathily as you squirm at the unpleasant sensation of cooling cum between your thighs, “there’s so much.”

“I’ll clean it up, he doesn’t have to know,” Syzoth’s long tongue darts out to start lapping up the mess the two of you created.

“Ugh! Sy! Fucking no! This blanket is filthy it’s for the horses! Go get a towel and a bucket or something or just sneak the blanket into the wash and don’t tell any of the washer women where it came from or what happened!” You exclaim pulling his head back and away from the filthy blanket.

“You humans are so weird, fine at least let me clean you up and I’ll take the blanket to the wash afterwards,” he grins at you expectantly.

“No. I will loose my mind if you make me cum again so soon,” you grab your discarded panties and do the best you can clearing away the mass of reptilian cum from between your abused thighs. “How long do your ruts last Sy? You know we can’t hide this from Bi-Han, we have to tell him.”

“I-I know, we can tell him tonight, which is about the time the urge should hit again, ruts are very up and down for my species. They only last two or three days though, and only happen every three months or so, I’m sorry if I hurt you over the next few days Sunshine, I’m not very good at controlling my body when I get like this,” he explains looking down and away not wanting to meet your gaze.

You turn his head to peer into his beautiful emerald eyes, “it’s ok Sy, I know. We’ll get through this, I promise,” you reassure him before stretching your arms over your head and letting out a very satisfied, well-deserved groan. You pull your pants back on and your thick overcoat before helping Syzoth wad up the horse blanket.

“What if we just leave it here in the hayloft?” Syzoth asks, “then no one finds out?” He bats his big green eyes at you as you thrust the soiled blanket into his arms.

“Oh no you don’t, just my luck Kuai Liang or Tomas will find the blanket and end up crying, and I do NOT want to hear it from Bi-Han,” you inform him sternly.

“Ok, ok, fine I’ll take it back to the washroom,” the Saurian reluctantly agrees before casually flicking his tongue out to catch one of the large horse flies in the barn as the two of you make your way down from the hayloft.

“Fucking hell Sy! Ugh!” You wretch as your boyfriend hastily covers his mouth with his free hand to try and conceal his actions.

“S-Sorry, mating makes me hungry, I-I can’t resist my nature, you know that,” he looks embarrassed but tries to justify his actions.

You sigh, “I know, I’m sorry, I-I’m just not used to it, no-no kissing ok?” You pat him on the back, “I’m going to head back to Bi-Han’s chambers and take a shower, you drop that off in the wash and then brush your teeth before you head to lunch, deal? Oh just a heads up Bi-Han said he was working through lunch so he won’t see us until dinner.” You inform the Saurian before trudging back up the tree-lined path leading back to the main Temple compound.

“Ok Sunshine, I’ll see you at lunch, have a good shower,” he blows you a kiss as he turns off to head to the laundry room.

“Ahhh what the fuck am I going to do? I thought it was bad enough Bi-Han had a rut but now I have to deal with Sy’s too? My poor pussy is going to break,” you lament to yourself as you make your way through the vast stone hallways. “Oh fuck me, they better not sync up, I can barely handle them having ruts one at a time but together, they’ll kill me, or knock me up, or both! Ahhh! Fuck!” You drag your hand across your face wondering what on earth you had gotten yourself into.

#mortal kombat #mk reptile #syzoth #mk reptile x reader #syzoth x reader #implied bi han x reader #implied bi han x syzoth x reader #f!reader #afab character #reader insert #nsft #ns/fw #my writing #this one is good

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talaok · 1 year

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Okay I have another request lmao but Spencer and reader playing one of those couples card games? Could be a cute Valentine’s Day fic. And the questions are all varied like for example ‘how do I show you I love you without telling you’ ‘how would you describe me to a stranger’ ‘what’s the sexiest thing about me’ ‘are you lying to yourself about anything’ ‘what non sexual part of me turns you on’ etc which means you can make it as fluffy, angsty or smutty as you want to or all 3 lmao and gives you a lot of creative freedom <3

God I'm so single this made me feel lonely thank you tho, amazing request as always❤️

Time to play

"what is that?" he laughed, his eyes following you as you entered the living room.

You had just finished eating the surprise dinner he had spent weeks planning, and you had disappeared into the bedroom just to come back with a little pink cardboard box.

"a game" you explained with a grin

Spencer knew that smile,

something was up.

he raised an eyebrow questioningly as you sat down close to him.

"ok it's a couples game"

"ah" he hummed amusedly

"c'mon it's fun"

He looked at you,

How could he ever say no to that face?

Spencer often thought of how dangerous the effect you had on him was, about how you could literally ask him to do anything and he would do it without missing a beat if it meant making you happy.

"does it involve taking your clothes off?"

You giggled "would you want it to?"

He bit down a smirk, already more interested "yes" he said like it was the most obvious thing on this earth

You smiled "too bad it doesn't"

"ugh," he huffed, disappointed "you're cruel"

"you still love me though" you leaned closer, kissing him briefly

Too briefly according to Spencer,

"I do" he nodded, smiling hazily as he kissed you once more.

"Alright, then pretty boy, time to play"

He sighed “fine, how does it work?”

“You just answer the questions when it’s your turn and ask them when it’s mine”

“Seems easy enough” he nodded

“I certainly hope so, Mr. Genius”

He laughed softly “you’ve gotta stop calling me that”

“When you’ll stop being a genius”

“That’s not really in my control”

“Well then I guess you’re doomed”

“When was I ever not with you?”

You smiled wide at that, hiding your reddening cheeks as opened the box.

You placed the cards on the table and looked up at him

“Ladies first” he gestured

“What a gentleman” you snickered, drawing a card.

“Ok this is nice” you cleared your throat “how would you describe me to a stranger?”

“Uhh-“ he thought, creasing his forehead “why would I need to-“

“Just answer the question babe” you laughed

“Ok. Well I guess I would say you’re really smart” he started “and stunning, of course” he paused to think “ and funny, talented, and kind” he listed “and well- the love of my life”

You rolled your eyes, your mouth betraying you as it twitched into a smile.

“You’re so cheesy” you leaned closer to him

“And you like it” he kissed you

“I do” you scrunched your nose “your turn”

“Alright,” he took a card “this is interesting- who was your first crush?”

You smiled, settling some hair behind your ear” Jhon Malley, he was a senior when I was a freshman, and he used to tutor me”

“Tutor you?”

Spencer knew you never needed tutoring

“What? I needed an excuse to be with him”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Well he was pretty jacked...” you giggled

“Noted, I’ll start training with Derek"

"no please don't " you waved your hands desperately "I don't wanna have to take care of you for a week because you can't move last time "

"fine I won't" he agreed "did anything ever happen?"

"nope" you tsked "he started dating a cheerleader"

"well he missed out"

"agreed," you said, drawing a card

"Oh I like this one" you bit your bottom lip "what is the sexiest thing about me?"

he smiled, wide "everything"

You hit his chest with the card playfully "no, give me a real answer"

"ok, well your... personality then"

"spencer..." you glared

"oh c'mon, you know"

"I do" you smirked "but I wanna hear you say it"

he sighed "your boobs" he confessed with a thin voice

"I knew it"

"well it's not really a secret" he laughed "what about me? what's the sexiest thing about me?"

"your butt definitely" you joked, making him snort as he took another card

"mh, I wanna know this- Is there something you've lied to your partner about in the past week?"

you smiled guiltily

"spill it"

"ok you know the other day when you asked me where your jumper went and I told you I didn't know" you shrugged "I had kinda stolen it"

He grinned "Oh I knew that"

"what?"

"do you think I haven't noticed how my part of the wardrobe is getting emptier and yours magically growing?"

"and plus, you don't know how to lie"

"That's not true"

He tilted his head, clearly mocking you

"you smile when you lie, and you can't look me in the eyes"

you gasped feigning offense "maybe you just have an advantage because your job is literally to read people, mr. profiler"

"maybe" he agreed "but you're still an awful liar"

"shut up" you stole the card from his hand, and drew a new one.

"What's the first thing you noticed about me when you first met me?"

he didn't even have to think about it "your smile, the moment I saw it I knew I was done for"

You felt your cheeks warm "that's sweet"

he raised an eyebrow "it's the truth" he said, drawing a card.

Oh, he liked this one.

"what would you say is my hidden talent?"

You smirked, only dirty dirty thoughts passing through your mind, and from the look of it, his too.

"I think you know"

"oh I do" he rested his elbows on his legs, leaning closer "But I wanna hear you say it" he gave you a taste of your own medicine.

"Well Doctor-" you bit your lip, leaning so your face was just before his, as your finger traced mindless patterns on his shoulder and chest "you do have a very talented mouth" you murmured "and tongue" you added, kissing his cheek, as you noticed his breathing quicken "and well-" you kissed his neck now "other things too" you suggested.

"mmm" he hummed, his hand reaching for your thigh "how about I use some of those talents right now?"

You laughed softly, "sure thing baby," you agreed "right after we finish playing"

#this could have been way longer but I was tired #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x fem reader #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #fluff #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #reid

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emeritusemeritus · 2 months

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hey! I love your work, you're incredibly talented ❤️ I was thinking, could you write something about y/n and george weasley going to hogwarts together (not best friends but not strangers either) but losing connection after the war and reuniting when she opens a cafe in diagon alley, so they start to see each other more often and hang out, and one day they confess that they used to have a crush on each other? very fluffy🥰

sorry if this is badly worded haha, english is not my first language

don't feel obligated to do it if you don't want to, no worries!

Hey Anon! Thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! My love it would be a pleasure 🖤

Warnings: brief mentions of the war, George losing his ear, tooth rotting fluff. Fred’s only mentioned once, ambiguous if he’s alive or not. George calls us sweetness.

Word count: 2.2k

It had to be him, you were almost certain of it.

The familiar shade of red hair exactly as you remembered, the towering height and the mischievous smile that seemed to light up a room. It was almost certainly George Weasley that you were looking at.

He was stood further down the line, his face partially blocked by the coffee machine as you prepared orders for your customers. Never once had you anticipated the butterflies that would appear at the very sight of George Weasley again when you opened your cafe in Diagon Alley, but here you were, plating up the homemade cakes with a smile, nerves building as he neared the counter.

"George?" You asked, drawing his attention away from the display of cakes and pastries in front of you as his eyes flicked up to your face. He remained expressionless for a few seconds, almost frozen as he looked at you and you could almost feel the sense of dread and embarrassment sinking in. Either it was George and he didn't recognise you or it was definitely not George and you'd made a huge fool of yourself.

"Y/n?" He says with a wide smile, suddenly slipping out of his little daydream, "what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in years!"

You smile and blush under his gaze, hardly believing that this was really happening.

"I came back about six months ago, I went to Paris to study. Decided it wasn't for me and I opened up this little place," you explained, hardly able to get your words out you were grinning so hard.

You and George were friends once upon a time, not overly close but friendly, friends of friends and definitely the person you'd wished you spent more time with at Hogwarts. He made you laugh, he was kind, polite, a great Quidditch player and more than anything he was absolutely gorgeous. He'd been the object of your desire since near enough your third year, with your school girl crush holding out until you eventually lost contact after the war. It seemed silly really but as you stood there in front of him, it was like that teenage crush was still having an affect on you, hear racing, cheeks flushed and butterflies fluttering in your belly.

Marcia, one of your employees kindly took over taking everyone's order as you and George stood for a while chatting like old friends by the side of the till. The years had been good to him, he looked so handsome in his three piece suit with vertical stripes, the colours complimenting him very well. You cursed yourself for not putting more effort into your appearance that morning, unaware that the boy you'd had a crush on for at least four of your seven school years would be standing right there. His laugh was like music, flowing out of him so effortlessly, the sound transporting you back to the time you'd longed to hear him laugh like that for you, the sound always capturing your attention wherever you were in the castle.

"I'm sorry I have to go and open the store," he says after a while, a guilty look on his face as he runs the back of his neck. "How much do I owe you?" He gestures towards the takeaway tea in his hand that Marcia had brought over for him and you frown at his ridiculous question.

"It's on the house," you say casually, as if it were obvious. "Wait one second."

You step over to the display cabinet and pull out one of the pastries you'd baked that morning, a lemon curd turnover that you favoured amongst all the other treats, quickly bagging it up and taking it over to George, holding it out for him to take.

"A deal," you explain as he takes the bag from you with a thankful smile, "free tea if you try this, come back and tell me what you think."

He beams, looking between you and the bagged up naked good in his hand whilst nodding.

"Deal," he smiles, a little moment shared between you.

It had been two weeks since George had stepped into your little cafe and truthfully you'd not stopped thinking about him since. It was like the past few years hadn't happened at all, like no time had gone by, the second he crossed your mind you were rendered useless, unable to concentrate on anything except him. It was ridiculous, you didn't know if he was single, married whatever, but each and every time he stepped through the door, you melted.

He'd been back nearly everyday since, always leaving with a different baked good and a steaming hot cup of tea ready to start the day. You'd started trying to guess his favourite, to find the thing he liked the most in all of the shop. It had become a game between you, he'd try something new and tell you the day after how it compared whilst you tried to guess what his favourite was but he was aloof and secretive, making you work for it.

Each time he'd been back, the lingering at the end had gotten worse, to the point it was dragged out significantly as you both giggled and fought to prolong the inevitable separation. You'd found out in passing, a stroke of luck, that he was single. He said that he hadn't dated much since the war, too focused on the shop, which had admittedly eased your guilt a little, knowing that you weren't flirting with a married man. You were almost certain that George was flirting back with you, the devilish twinkle in his eye always present.

"What did you think?" You ask as George walks through the door Friday morning before the shop opens, the usual routine you'd built.

"It's was unbelievable," he says with a smile, walking towards you at the counter. "Crispy all over, not even a little bit soggy and the filling was perfect; not too sweet."

"So..."

"Still not my favourite."

"Fuck sake George!" You laugh, encouraging him to laugh along with you, "I'm nearly out of recipes!"

"Then you'll just have to try harder, won't you sweetness."

There it was, the nickname he'd given you that was randomly dropped into conversation over a week ago and had been used everyday since. It made your cheeks heat up and your head spin every time, though you tried to hide it behind your fallen strands of hair. Talking to George was so easy, the conversation flowed so effortlessly that you lost track of time frequently, the two of you so caught up that you only realised the time when the timer went off on one of the ovens, signalling that the bread rolls were ready- and that it was 9am.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asks, grabbing his tea and bag of goodies to try.

"It's bread day, have to make the loaves ready for the weekend, why?" You asked, filling up the coffee beans as you prepared for the impending morning rush, finally springing back to work as you realised that you had barely even made a dent in the jobs you had planned to do.

"Oh, no reason," he says, "hope you have a good day sweetness."

He'd barely walked through the door when Marcia appears by your side, nudging you in the side.

"I thought you liked him?"

"What?" You ask, confused at her words.

"You light up like a Christmas tree whenever he's around, you giggle and I've seen raspberry tarts let pink than your cheeks when he calls you sweetness," she says with a knowing smile. "Poor bloke finally gets up the courage to ask you out and you turn him down."

"What? That wasn't him asking me out! He just wanted to... oh."

Any colour that had been in your face drained almost immediately as you realised your mistake. George had tried to ask you out and you'd waffled on about bloody bread loaves. The over-door bell chimed, signalling the influx of customers and you panicked, needing to stay and serve the line of customers piling on but also wanting to straighten things out with George. You were torn, stressed out by the obvious decision you had to make.

"Go, I've got it," she says, nudging you out the way with her hip. You blurt out a thank you and run out from around the corner, through the door and down the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley until you neared the huge orange building right at the top.

You pulled open the door and immediately tried to seek out George, trying to find his red hair in a sea of people. You spotted Ron on the stairs, finding his red hair first before trying again, sighing heavily feeling deflated after a minute or so of looking when you couldn't see George anywhere.

"Care to try our love potions miss? They really do work," you heard from behind you, the voice sending a shiver up your spine.

"Don't need it," you replied, turning and smiling when you saw George grinning down at you. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise," you paused, feeling like an idiot all of a sudden. What if he hadn't been asking you out? As you glanced up at him, feeling his gaze on you, you lost your nerve slightly.

"If I read this wrong I'm sorry, for you I'm free as a bird tonight," you say, adding. "But if you're not asking like that, then I'm baking bread and we never talk about this again."

You watch as his eyebrows raise slightly before a big smile stretches slowly across his face, eyes lighting up at your words.

“Pick you up at 7?” He asks rather quickly, sparing you from any embarrassment of the moment lingering on. You beam up at him with a nod of your head, reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving, casting one last glance back to see George watching you walk away with a smirk.

7pm finally comes around and you’re a bundle of nervous energy, fingers twitching as you adjust your dress for the fifth time in two minutes.

“Relax,” Marcia says from behind you, grabbing her bag and coat ready to leave for the day. “You look incredible and if he doesn’t agree then I’d say he lost his eyes as well as his ear in the war.”

“Marcia!” You say but she simply laughs, waving you goodbye as she steps out of the door leaving you alone.

“You look incredible,” you hear George say and your eyes shoot up to see him looking so handsome, holding a small bouquet of flowers with a gorgeous smile on his face.

“So do you Mr Weasley,” you say, biting your lip slightly at the sight before you and then grinning once he hands you the flowers.

“Okay I have a bit of a confession,” he says as you sit at the intimate little table at the Cauldron, one of the nicest and newest restaurants in Diagon Alley. You look at him with a slight frown of concern, stomach twisting a little as you pray it’s not bad news. He smiles gently at you and you can almost see the hint of a blush upon his cheeks.

“I feel like I need to keep pinching myself, being here with you now, I had the biggest crush on you at school.”

George laughs when your mouth falls open, almost comically so as his words sink in.

“You’re kidding!” You sat, eyed glistening as you look across at him in disbelief.

“I’m completely serious,” he chuckles, “I wasn’t very good at showing it back then, never dreamt of actually being able to tell you. Fred used to tease me about it all the time. But then when I saw you again, I couldn’t let you slip away again without knowing.”

“That would have been very useful to know back then,” you say with a smile, taking a sip of your wine. “I also had a massive crush on you.”

“No way,” he says with a dismissive chuckle.

“Way,” you counter argue with a smirk, “started around third year, by fourth year it was already too late for me.” You laugh, as does George.

“I swear when you hit that rogue bludger away from Harry during the first match against Slytherin, you were right in front of me in the stand, thought I was gonna fall onto the pitch I was so attracted to you.”

“Was?” He says with a smirk, using your use of past tense against you.

“Am,” you corrected, taking another sip of wine and smiling behind the glass. There’s a moment where neither of you say anything, simply looking at each other with dangerously attracted eyes and smiles.

“Would you like to order dessert?” The waiter suddenly appears by your side, gesturing towards the dessert menus in front of you.

“I’ll have the cinnamon apple cake,” George says with a nod and you order your own, offering a thank you to the waiter.

“That your favourite?” You ask teasingly, calling back to the game of guessing his favourite sweet treats.

“‘Fraid not sweetness,” he says with a smirk and a little wink.

“I’m never going to guess am I?”

“Ask me again in 20 years, we’ve got plenty of time to find out.”

#emeritusemeritus #emeritusemerituswrites #harry potter #George weasley #george weasley masterlist #george weasley fluff #requests #George weasley x reader #George weasley x You

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lilybug-02 · 2 months

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Ahem-

i saw your "fursona pratice post" and i just had to draw this silly guy, I did it on my style, But hope you like! ^^

I did his ears look like "Moth Fuffly Ears" cuz for some reason he look like one to me?? ( lol ) but also look like just Big and very fuffly fox ears.

And ofc - HE HAVE RAD SPIKY HAIRRR!! With a cool feather mane 👌, Lion Tail and Bull feets, with big wings <3!! ( Silly snoot Asriel reference 👀 )

I put blue eyes to him cuz- uh well, he looks cool, yeah thats the reason. 😶

And ofc i can't forget his Red cool Shirt! 🔥

( and his silly butterfly tongue lol )

I think thats all?? It was really cool to draw him btw, i think i did A redesing by accident XD

Ah... yeah, i did that too-

Ok gonna sleep now, have a great day/night my Bread Friend!🚶

AHHHHH!!!! THis is AMaZing!!! eeee omg I love this so so much! This is such cool fan art! The spiky hair and big fluffy ears are perfection ✨🔥🌸🕊️ The amount of detail you put into this shows! >^< Thank you so much for the awesome art! 💜❤️💖💟

#ask stuff #bread #that one oc that may be a fursona??? Who knows!#:D ah thank you so much again! This is awesome #and I love the little insect tongue. So moth like!#sorry for responding late! was busy -w-#art #fanart!!!

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vagabond-umlaut · 10 months

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two shots of ristretto, please!

One must have heard of espresso, but ristretto? No?

Well, translated to 'restricted' in Italian, ristretto is another version of espresso, but of a sweeter and more intense quality than the latter— though, you reckon, there's no entity in this world, sweeter and more intense than that white-haired, blue-eyed enigma-turned-menace of yours.

▸ yakuza heir! gojo satoru x uni classmate! fem! reader; TIMESKIP; dad! gojo satoru x mom! reader; FLUFF AND HUMOR GALORE; popularising the headcanon that gojo is so terrifyingly gojo for everyone, except his crush; the said crush's smart & not dense, for the first time in my stories; there is yakuza so there's a gun and there's a tiny bit of violence; brief appearance of utahime, shoko, suguru & nanami; POST-TIMESKIP: the most adorable twins ever, sachiko and sachiro, are back, with tons and tons of fluff!!!!!

▸ belongs to the series 'tang!' — same universe as the work 'every rose and its 'twin prickles'' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i know i described the reader to be smart and stuff, but the thing is: she is smart, of sorts, that is. and the post-timeskip portion is tooth-rottingly fluffy but not for satoru; sachiko & sachiro will never let their papa get some loving from their dearest mama... AND this is 4.4k wc long— idk how i wrote so freaking much! anyways, whatever it is–

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Gojo Satoru was born with three things.

His name.

His looks.

And, of course– the baggage certain to tag along with the above two.

Cup of coffee languishing in the frost of your ignorance, you lock gaze, the first time, with the famous infamous scion of the Gojo’s, an awfully stormy morning at the café your friend works at.

Said friend looks halfway on the path to sweet, sweet dreams, resting her head on folded arms on your table — smiling, you tuck a wayward strand of hair behind the shell of her ear, and return to your sly spying on the group seated couple of feet away. You think you see Gojo look at you yet another time — it must be an error of your eye, you reckon, given how he's giving a sharp grin to the man across from him, in the very next instant.

Yeah, that's what it is. No one can possibly switch from shooting that level of thoughtful gaze to that level of feral grin in that short span of time. Yeah, it must have been a mistake of your silly eye.

Anyways, whatever it is, to say you hate drawing attention to yourself will be the greatest understatement of the century— so you decide to look away for a beat, to avoid even the faintest hint of suspicion, eyes going back to the chemical reactions strewn across the mess you call notes— only to snap back to the white-haired boy, widening in horror from the click! then the scene crashing onto your brain.

Gojo chuckles, eyes flitting from the gun aimed at the space between his eyebrows to the man holding it. "Aww," you register him croon, that self-sabotaging dumbass, "resorting to such cheap violence so quickly, Zenin-san? Grew tired of a civil conversation already? Tsk. What a pity."

Another time and you think you'll consider this precise moment to be when you wake your friend up and slowly sneak away into the kitchen then out, via the back door. Another day and you know you'll consider this very second to be when you return your focus to your assignment on carbohydrates, all the while hoping you or your friend won't be cast into a brawl none of you are a part of—

Too bad it isn't another time or another day, though.

Biting back a grimace, you shut your laptop and rise from your chair with a loud clatter.

"Forcing someone isn't really a nice way to make a deal, y'know," you hum, walking over to their table and plopping down onto the free seat next to Gojo, "what is better is to explain the pros and cons to the one opposite to you and try to convince them. Gently. And if that doesn't work, manipulate the hell out of them. But this?" you shoot the metal gun a disappointed glance, shaking your head, "this is a method even I know I shouldn't use to get my rival to agree to something, though I'm not from a criminal background."

The man– Zenin, you correct yourself; the second largest yakuza clan right after Gojo's family, your memory supplies after a beat – gives a slow look from the weapon to you, a scowl appearing on his features. And barks – voice, a disgusting grating noise to your sleep-deprived self.

"Who the fuck are you, girl? And why the fuck are you interfering in this?"

You pause. Okay, this wasn't what you were expecting when you first strolled out here. You were expecting a yell, a scuffle; worst case, the gun aimed at your precious brain. But this? One question about your identity, and the other about your reason for approaching them? You haven't prepared yourself for this!

Frowning, you cast a glance to your left, only to find the white-haired boy stare at you, staggered, with wide eyes and flushed cheeks; then at your friend who's snoring away like she doesn't give a damn about napping at work; then at the man glowering at you.

You sigh, rubbing your temples.

"Who the fuck I am... that's for me to know and for you to find out,” you answer, smirking, before growing serious again as you rush to explain, upon catching a murderous glint in the man’s eyes, “I mean, c'mon, y'all are the yakuza. This should be a piece of cake for you, shouldn’t it?"

The man's glare only worsens in result; stamping down the apprehension in your mind, you continue, "And as for why the fuck I'm interfering in this—"

You abruptly fall silent.

Offering the boy beside you a panicky glance.

Wondering what the hell you can say in reply.

Should you say, "I've been listening to you threaten the poor boy for a good thirty minutes now, saying he's gonna face dire consequences, or some shit like that, if he doesn't share the area in the east with the Zenin's or refuses to marry their third daughter— who I'm pretty sure, y'all have made into nothing but a maid, a cook and a broodmare. Poor girl, being spoken of by her own family member to a stranger boy, as if she isn't a human being but something with no life or ambition. But, hey, how you raise your kids is honestly your own problem and I’m not here to drill some lesson into your head– though I guess, folks like you could really use some. Anyways, whatever the fuck it is, I'm here because I JUST CAN'T SEE ANOTHER BEING FORCED TO DO SOMETHING AGAINST THEIR WILL. AND I’M GONNA PROTEST AGAINST IT AS LONG AS I’VE A BREATH LEFT IN MY LUNGS."

The inner-you tsks at the outer-you.

You groan inwardly, shifting to the next plan already.

So, must you say, "Gojo's my classmate, who has been sitting behind me since the first class of the year, and very weird to say, but I have also been finding him here at this coffee shop, every day I visit since that day, sitting at this specific table and scribbling in a notebook for hours at end— and, yeah, way weirder to admit out loud, but I guess I have also formed some kind of attachment to him? 'Cause of which, I feel, I get worried when I see him being actively threatened? And, yes, of course– all the while I totally ignore that he's next in line to a notorious criminal family or the fact that he's never even noticed me once before today."

Another click! bounces off the walls into your ears, making you draw away from your mind back to the situation at hand. You settle for offering a shrug.

"Why I'm here is because Gojo is one of my acquaintances and I just can't seem to stand someone being forced to do something against their will."

Your statement earns a mocking laugh from the man, but before you rush to defend yourself and the fact you spoke the truth, a calloused palm rests on your forearm. Gojo's gaze flits from you to the gun still pointed at him then back to you. You feel a mild tremor in his fingers when they meet your skin. Good heavens, Gojo must be really scared, huh?

His careful voice reaches you, a far cry from the haughty tone he was employing with the Zenin fellow earlier, "It's best if you leave now. Go take your friend and go away. And don't come back here. At least not until sometime later, yeah? Things are gonna get a hell lot messy and I don't want you to see that."

For the first time in many days, the buzz of caffeine in your veins weakens, giving way to the thrum of worry you feel at Gojo’s words. Has this bastard already accepted his fate!? Hell no! Not if you can help it!!

You give his arm a light pat.

"While I leave you here, all alone, huh?" Shaking your head, you click your tongue. "Nope! Not gonna happen, mister. My parents raised me way better than that. Besides, you might not be knowing me but I've been knowing you for a while now, and despite what everyone says of you being the crown prince, or whatever, in the underworld — I ain't leaving you here, with your life at the mercy of a person who doesn't even have a shred of respect for others' freedom of choice and stuff."

A noisy yawn sounds in the background, soon followed by a noisier series of snores. Gojo's mouth opens and closes a few times, like a funny fish, before he inquires, voice brimming with disbelief, "You... have noticed me? Since when?"

You blink, then chuckle. "Of course, I have. Since the first day, if I'm being honest here," you reply, then add as a hasty after-thought, so that he doesn't see you as a weirdo, "I mean, it's tough not to notice you, y'know? Not when you're—"

A deafening crash interrupts you in the middle of your sentence. You look away from the boy to find the man standing now, face contorted in a mix of fury and desperation while he shifts the gun's muzzle from Gojo to you, then back to Gojo, words leaving him in a harsh yell.

"THE GIRL NOTICED YOU 'CAUSE YOU'RE THE GOJO SATORU AND YOU'RE HANDSOME AS FUCK. NOW, CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH? AND YOU — YOU SICK, SPOILT GOJO BRAT– YOU SAID YOU DON'T HAVE A MINUTE TO SPARE? BUT HERE YOU ARE, CHATTING YOUR LIFE AWAY WITH THAT GIRL—"

A second deafening crash reverberates through the small shop– and you think you see your life flash before your eyes– but not before the man drops to the ground, most probably unconscious and hopefully not too damaged to lead a functional life, and very earnestly not dead. The gun clatters to the ground beside him. You turn to your classmate, eyes wide. Gojo returns your gaze, unblinking and slack jawed.

Heart thundering in your ears, you hurry to explain yourself, "I–"

"You smashed that plate on that guy's head."

Gojo’s blunt words bring you to a still, making your eyes drift to the fragments of the unlucky glass plate, to the unluckier but-totally-deserved-it Zenin, then back to your classmate. A little more awe on the boy’s face and you think his jaw might hit the floor.

You nod slowly.

"Yeah, but as self-defence. I mean, you saw how eccentric that man was acting, right? I had to do something to protect both of us," you explain, looking away from the pair of blue eyes watching you closely, to your friend who still seems to be lost in the land of sleep (how much exactly did she drink last night, huh?) to your grey sneakers, voice growing mumbled with every other syllable you utter.

"But that doesn't mean you've to feel some sort of debt towards me or anything. I too was kind of at mistake then, I guess... what with me rambling so fucking much when there was a literal gun at your head. I should have acted with more tact then – if I had done so, then maybe this mess could've been avoided. I mean, I've never seen these things before in my life, y'know? Except in TV shows, that is. Yet, this foolish me here thought she could just swoop in and save you like some sort of a hero..."

Sullen, you trail off, face growing warm from embarrassment whilst your mind devises a plan on how to clear up the mess you created, many thanks to your foolhardy nature, when a muffled laugh reaches you. Gojo's eyes twinkle in enjoyment at the bewildered huff you give him.

"You did save me like a real hero back then, y'know," he says, grinning a wide grin – before it disappears, making way for a much reserved, much shyer(??) version. A giggly voice within you whispers he looks just as sweet as he did with his cute dimples. The boy continues, carding a hand through his mess of white hair, with a casual glance at the man, "And, as for the mess you keep mentioning, don't you worry. Gun shots create more mess than a plate smashed on the head. And if I can clear that within a minute– this won't even take me a full second, Miss Hero. Don't you worry for this at all. But, yeah, thank you."

Now, you don't really know if it was the sincerity in his voice as Gojo thanked you, or the fact that he has to clean up the mess you made in the first place, or the stunned feeling so clearly visible in the blue colour of his irises when you admitted to noticing him— whatever it is, you find yourself not wanting to leave anything unsaid between you both.

Moreover, the realization that lives are considered extremely low-on-value in the world of crime, so much that guns are whipped out at the tiny disagreements or boasts are made on how quick a gunshot mess can be cleared by them — this realization doesn't make things any easier for you.

Giving the injured man and your napping friend a momentary glance, you return your focus to Gojo, whose eyes are now narrowed at his mobile, and speak those words weighing heavy on your mind right now.

"I really noticed you since the first day, Gojo," you say. The boy pauses his typing, confused gaze darting to you. "But not just 'cause you're the Gojo Satoru, or 'cause you're really pretty — which you totally are, by the way— but mainly because you had ambled into our first class, on the first day, a magnificent hour late, with your two friends— and my first thought seeing you was, what sort of a fucking entitled brat is this guy, sauntering in as if he owns the entire place."

A beat passes before the boy erupts into chuckles, though the tense quality of them doesn't escape your notice. Pocketing his mobile, he shoots you a small smile. "And what about noticing me after that? It was just my name and looks which kept your attention hooked onto me, wasn't it?"

The question– the mumbled way it was asked, more so– sends you into a brief bout of musing silence. Gojo's eyes remain trained on you the entire while — quite contrary to the innumerable adjectives you've heard to describe them: oceanic blue, sparkling blue, mesmerising blue, kind-of-startling blue– you think they're just... blue. So blue, you wonder if there's anything as blue as that gaze peering down at you.

Perhaps not.

Lips curving into a smile, you hum, "Yes and no. Yes, 'cause that was the main reason why my eyes kept trailing you whenever we were in the same place. No, 'cause they were the reasons only until I realised what kind of person you are, and how very different you're from what I first thought of you. I got new reasons after those."

"Mind telling me those new reasons?"

Gojo's nervous question widens the smile on your face. Casting your friend a glance — goodness, how many drinks did she really have at the party she went to last night — you reply, making your voice light and friendly, "Your personality made me curious. You are old money, with good looks to boot— you're literally the heartthrob of every girl on campus! Still, I've never seen you with anyone from them— never with anyone outside your group of three friends — though, I got to admit, the blond boy looks nothing less than constipated for a week, when he talks to you."

That last comment draws a chuckle from the white-haired boy. The tightness in his shoulders seems to relax a bit, you note with relief. Face still carrying the same smile as before, you continue speaking.

"And the second point which made me curious was how different you behave in different places. Your voice rings across the cafeteria every day during lunch yet you stay so quiet here for hours at end. You once said you've never been much of a book person, yet I always see you in this shop, immersed in your notebooks. And– what has struck me the most of all is the way you tend to go out of you way to annoy others – I've been sitting in front of you in class for a good three months now, yet you've never ever irritated me in the slightest. Kind of strange, ain’t it?"

Stunned silence comes as the answer to your question, what with the addressed classmate of yours, rooted to his spot on the ground, blue eyes as round as the plate you had smashed on the man's head some time ago and the expression on Gojo's face, almost as if you've grown a couple of heads in the while you have been chatting with him.

Or more like monologuing, now that you think about it.

This guy is always so chatty with others: he was even then with that gun cocked to take his life — then why the fuck is he so unspeaking right now, eh?

"Oh God, Satoru, I can't believe your plan of lurking in the places she goes to, to catch her eye, worked out!!" "Are you asking her out right now, bro?" "Can you all please move? It's raining like hell outside and I'm not really keen to get my leather jacket wet, thank you."

The noisy rumbles of rain and thunder stream in through the opened door, before the latter is closed again, snapping you out of your internal monologue, a bit too sudden and harsh for your liking. Three pairs of eyes regard you with an utmost curiosity — you return them a blink before dragging your eyes away and looking at the boy a good foot away, only to find him resolutely staring at the overhead lights. Two pretty long (and pretty weird) seconds pass before you finally decide to tear your gaze away from him to the rain-soaked glass window of the eatery.

A face with creased brows and warmed cheeks greets you from your reflection.

Screwing your eyes tight shut in an attempt to ward off an annoying headache you can feel build up, slowly yet steadily, you let out a sigh.

Friendship with the Gojo Satoru seems good enough but romance with the Gojo Satoru... that doesn’t seem half-as-good, right?

Right?

"Wrong."

Your son's insistent voice, coupled by the tiny fist he slams down on the table, breaks you out of your reverie and you turn to find Sachiro wearing a frown, tears brimming in his eyes– eyes which move away from his father and sister to you, pinning your drowsy form beneath the weight of their moisture.

Stifling a weary sigh, you place the menu card back on the table and coo, "Aw, Sachiro! What's wrong, baby? Are Papa and Sachiko saying mean things to you again? Are they still teasing you regarding today's incident?"

Although, you suppose to yourself, catastrophe might suit what happened today, way more than the word 'incident'— what with the shrieks, cries and yells resounding through your flat in the short time you took to get ready for your Sunday lunch at a restaurant. Rubbing his eyes a little, the little boy scoots closer to you and nods weakly, wrapping his tiny arms round you. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you direct a stern look at the two sitting across from you.

Sipping on the welcome drink, Sachiko just shrugs back at you.

"I'm not the wrong person here, Mom. He is," your daughter explains, pointing a finger at her brother, then retracting it at your frown. Your husband snickers from beside her. “Yeah, sweetness, it’s Sachiro who’s wrong. Getting confused on when’s your birthday is no small mistake. Besides, our darling little munchkins taunt me the entire time if I ever make a mistake, no? Can’t see why they can’t stand a taste of their own medicine, then.”

The sobs muffled into the cotton of your dress grow in intensity and misery. Sending her father a vicious stink eye, your daughter moves to observe you and her brother, a cute little frown on her face.

"Okay, fine," she relents after a short beat, returning the lemonade to the table, "Guess I was a little wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have teased him so much, along with Papa, for messing up the date of your birthday. I also should not have said, he doesn't love you, some time back."

A very weighted moment passes. The little girl jumps off her seat and reaches your side of the table, tiny arms reaching out to wrap around her brother. It takes a minute, and a small nudge from your side but soon enough, your two kids are hugging each other; Sachiro, a wailing mess, whilst Sachiko, being the older of the twins that she is, keeps saying 'sorry's' and patting his head, the exact same way their father does to them in times of their grave distress — when they throw a tantrum and get a nice long lecture from you, that is.

Fond smile creeping onto your lips, you tear your gaze away from the two adorable angels of your life to your husband.

Relieved to find him sans any teasing smile, you receive a gentle look from him, his hand reaching out to interweave his fingers through yours. You let him with a content hum, basking in the simple domestic joy seeping in through the sweetly scented air of the restaurant. A pair of plush lips press to your palm; biting back a giddy giggle, you throw the owner of said luscious lips a meaningful wink.

Though... you doubt how much of your meaning could be conveyed to him... given how the two of you jerk back from each other a mere instant later, at the loud clearing of a throat from Sachiko and an angry 'Papa! Go away!' from Sachiro.

Stomping back to her chair and settling into it with some effort and a huff, you watch an extremely pissed shadow form over the little girl's face, worsening as she twists and cranes her neck up to face her father. You really, really think your husband must not chuckle in this way in the face of such a thunderstorm— not when your daughter is shooting daggers with her gaze; and certainly not when your son is shooting that gloating smirk at him.

Another time and you think you’ll look at that glare and at that smirk, then proceed to be on cloud-nine, realizing your children, despite being xerox copies of their father (both in looks and manners), did inherit certain features from you as well— something which a terribly competitive voice inside your head claims, is a great win— now, however, is decidedly no such time.

Not when the person you’ve loved for these many years and know, will continue to do so for an eternity, looks one step away from being tormented to death– by none but the two milk-toothed lights of both of your lives.

You watch Sachiko’s frown deepen, more than should be possible for someone her age, then begin.

"Papa, I'm sorry but I have to break our deal. Sachiro is right. We two are the strongest duo of twins in the multiverse — we can't let you break our team this way. So, what if my brother makes a mistake? He's a young baby and babies are allowed to make mistakes, aren't they?"

You wonder if she truly understands she was born a mere six minutes prior than her brother... and not six whole years, as appears to be the case right now. Holding back chuckles, you spare the person, addressed in the ‘not-really-apology' apology, an amused glance, then nod your head solemnly at her words.

"They are, baby. They so are," you agree in the very next instant, then ask, a genuine inquiring inflection to your tone, "But what deal did Papa make you agree to, baby? Sounds pretty serious to me, to be honest."

"Oh, it wasn't anything, sweet cheeks," your husband begins with an awfully nervous-sounding chortle; too bad, your daughter is quick to beat him to it. Throwing him a smirk, you can only describe to be devious, she looks back at you and grins. "Two weeks back, Papa found me in the living room, late at night, staring at shooting stars through the windows. And I found him walking away from the kitchen, eating a giant chocolate bar. Papa said you’ll be very mad because we didn’t listen to what you said, so, we should make a deal and become a team to keep this a secret from you."

"Papa made that deal– only to divide us. So, our strong team can be destroyed and he can easily defeat us and keep you all for himself, Mama," your son chips in, puffy eyes narrowed into a very hard glare. Your daughter agrees vehemently from the opposite side.

Your eyes drop to the glass of lemonade before you; you try your best to stifle the yawn.

This fight over your affection has been going on since the time your children turned four or so... and despite them nearing an age of six in few months, no end can be seen in the horizon, to this war raging within your home...

And as for the matter of Sachiko being awake way past her bedtime? You reckon you can't really do much on this, other than repeating the rules and the reasons behind each one of them– especially of punctuality and an adequate sleep– to her, like you did the last time... though, you think of toning your lecture down a little this time, considering it wasn't a video game but a meteor show she had stayed awake for... besides you too used to be — okay, no, wait, what???

Your husband's sheepish grin collides with the incensed glare you aim his way over the table. Letting out a frustrated huff of an exhale, your face turns away from his, choosing to stare at itself in the clean glass windows instead — too, too mad to acknowledge that white-haired, blue-eyed menace of yours, whining apologies with a pitiful gaze.

You screw your eyes shut and let out a sigh.

Being married to the yakuza king, Gojo Satoru, is a story, you deem, it couldn’t have been better, but being married to the sweet fiend, Gojo Satoru?

Oh, sweet– no, strike that, you fucking hate that word—

Oh, sour heavens above.

That's a different story altogether.

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please do more little!reader x caregiver skz!! for me my comfort is mostly caregiver!Felix, but you can write any members you'd like 💕 a "sleepover" like scenario with fun activities would be so cute 😭

i actually never thought abyone else had caregiver!skz as a confort before i saw the other ask so 😭 im v happy

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💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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"Daddy?" you asked, tugging on the back of Chan's shirt. Chan jolted, too immersed in his thoughts to hear you walk up to him. "You almost gave daddy a heart attack, little one," he chuckled, turning around to face you. You frowned, holding your plush close "I didn't mean to," you pouted, staring at your feet. Chan smiled, running his fingers through your hair "Daddy knows, darling," he reassured, kissing the top of your head. "Daddy," you mumbled, burying your face into his chest.

Chan cooed, "Yes, little one?" he asked, rocking you in his arms. "Is daddy busy?" you asked, nibbling your bottom lip. Chan hummed, pressing your lip away from your teeth "Nope, daddy's free today," he said, reaching into the baby bottle sterilizer for your teether. You opened your mouth, drawing a low chuckle from Chan as he place it between your teeth. "Daddy, really free today?" you asked, chewing on the silicone toy. Chan nodded, "Yes, darling. Daddy's free today," he said, stroking your cheek.

You gasped, excitement buzzing throughout your body when a sudden thought popped in "Chan probably wants to rest. We shouldn't bother him," the voice echoed. Your excitement died down in front of him, causing him to furrow his eyebrows "What's wrong, little one? Come on and tell daddy what you're thinking," he coaxed, brushing his index finger under your chin. You pursed your lips, "Wouldn't daddy want to rest since it's daddy's rest day?" you asked, fidgeting with your fingers.

"While that may be true, little one. Daddy would rather spend his free day with you," he reassured, patting your head. You huffed your cheeks "I don't want to burden daddy," you whispered, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Little one, you are never a burden. Who made you think that way?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. You bit into the teether, "Big me has thoughts," you mumbled, averting your gaze. Chan felt his heart ache, "Look at daddy, darling," he whispered, making you face him.

He held your pinky in his "Daddy promises, that no matter what happens. You are never a burden. Do you understand?" he asked, hooking your fingers together. You croaked out a whimper, nodding your head at his word. Chan smiled, holding you close "Well, what does our little darling want to do today?" he asked, booping your nose. You hummed, "Can we make a fort please?" you asked, staring up at him. Chan chuckled, "A fort, yeah?" he asked, brushing your hair from your face.

You nodded excitedly, "Want a fort so we can sleepover together!" you cheered. Chan cooed, "Alright, little one. Daddy is going to find your playmat, we can stack the pillows and blankets over it," he said, releasing his hold. "Thank you, daddy," you giggled, kissing his cheek. Chan smiled, "Go and see if anyone else wants to help with our little project," he said, gesturing to the stairs. You nodded once more, "Otay!" you squealed, padding up the stairs.

You opened Changbin's door, "Baba? Is baba awake?" you whispered, crawling onto Changbin's body. Changbin grunted, wrapping his arms around your body "Is something the matter, agi?" he rasped, blinking open his eyes. "Daddy and I are making a fort, does baba want to help?" you asked, lying on Changbin's chest. "Of course, anything for our agi-ah. Why don't you take Gyu with you? He could protect your plushies," he chuckled, kissing your forehead.

"Otay, Gyu protector of the fort, like baba," you said, snuggling between Changbin's chest. Changbin cooed, rubbing your back "That's right, just like baba," he said, holding you close. You giggled, squirming under his hold "Baba, let go," you squeaked. Changbin chuckled, tightening his hold "Nope, you're stuck here with me," he teased, pampering kisses all over your face. You squealed, loud giggles echoing within the room.

Changbin laughed, loosening his hold enough for you to wriggle out. You playfully glared at him, wrinkling your nose "Baba," you huffed. Changbin smiled, handing you Gyu and your plushie "You're so adorable, agi," he cooed, squishing your cheeks. You whined, holding the plushies close. Changbin sighed, letting go of your face "Alright, alright. Go see if Jinnie's in his room. Maybe you can ask him to help as well," he said, following you out the door.

You nodded, "Otay, baba," you said, walking towards Hyunjin's room. "Jinnie, jinnie," you called out, peeking your head into his room. Hyunjin chuckled, turning around to face you "What is it, lovely?" he asked, setting his pencil between his ear. You tilted your head, staring at Hyunjin's canvas "What was jinnie doing?" you asked, oblivious to his question. Hyunjin shook his head with a fond smile etched on his lips "Jinnie was just sketching tulips, little love," he said, pulling you onto his lap.

You stared at the canvas in awe "It's very pretty Jinnie," you whispered. Hyunjin cooed, "Why thank you, lovely. Now, what do you need me for?" he asked, noticing the plushies in your arms. You gasped, "Oh, right! Daddy, Baba and I are making a fort. Does Jinnie want to help too?" you asked, looking up at him. Hyunjin chuckled, "Definitely. Do you need more blankets and pillows?" he asked, setting his pencil down. You nodded "Yes, please," you said, tucking yourself under Hyunjin's chin.

Hyunjin hummed, holding you close with his eyes shut "My beautiful little love," he whispered. You giggled, kissing his nose "Jinnie, I need to go," you whispered back. Hyunjin shook his head "Just a little longer," he whispered, melting into your presence. "Otay," you whispered, leaning your head against the crook of his neck. Hyunjin sighed, opening his eyes "Okay lovely. I'll go prepare the things," he said, loosening his hold. You nuzzled his cheek "Otay, Jinnie. See you later," you said, walking out the door.

The front door swung open. You giggled "Mama!" you squealed, running towards Minho. "Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules about running indoors, cupcake," he nagged, setting the groceries on the kitchen counter. You whimpered, "I'm sorry, mama," you said, walking towards him. Minho sighed, "It's fine, baby. Mind telling me what's got you all excited?" he asked, taking out the ingredients from the bag. You bounced on your heel "We're making a fort. Can mama help too?" you asked, holding Gyu closer.

Minho nodded, folding the bag aside "Sure, baby. Let mama and appa put back the groceries then we can start," he said, opening the fridge. You tilted your head "Appa went out with mama?" you asked. Jisung grunted, holding the bags in his arms "Yes, sweetheart. Your mama bought me out with him," he sighed, setting the groceries down. Minho scoffed, "You're making me sound like I forced you out. You volunteered," he said, crossing his arms. Jisung stretched his shoulders "Yes, hyung," he said, clearing the groceries.

Minho rolled his eyes, placing the dish soap under the sink. "Your mama is a menace of a man," Jisung whispered, setting the bag to its pile. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Mama what's a menace?" you asked, looking towards Minho. Just as Minho was about to reply, Chan covered your ears "Nope, you don't need to know, little one. Come help daddy with the pillows," he said, redirecting your attention. You nodded, "Otay, daddy," you said, letting Chan guide you back to the semi-finished fort.

"Do you have any other plushies you want in the fort, agi?" Changbin asked, setting Gyu between the pillows. You shook your head, "Nope," you said, popping the 'p'. Changbin chuckled, patting your head, "Alright, baby," he said, making sure the fort was stable enough for you to enter. "I heard something about a fort," Jeongin said, popping his head in the living room. You gasped, speed walking towards Jeongin "Ninnin," you said, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He cooed, "Hello, angel," he said, stroking your hair. You looked up "Ninnin come alone?" you asked, tilting your head. "Unfortunately, no. Felix and Seungmin hyung are here too," Jeongin sighed, holding you close. You giggled, "Mommy and Dada here?" you asked, burying your face into his hoodie. He nodded, "Yup, your mommy is probably plating up the brownies he made as we speak," he said, rubbing your cheeks. Your eyes sparkled, "Mommy made brownies?" you asked, thumping your feet against the floor.

Felix cooed, "How did you know?" he teased, overhearing your conversation with Jeongin. You giggled, squirming out of Jeongin's arms to Felix's "Mommy!" you cheered, nuzzling into his warmth. Felix chuckled, lifting you up slightly "Hey there, sunshine," he said, spinning you around. You squealed, holding onto Felix tight, "Naur," you screamed, joy bubbling within the room. Felix laughed, setting you down, "You're so cute, sunshine," he said, booping your nose. You whined, covering your nose "Don't boop, it's sensitive," you complained.

Seungmin sighed, pulling you away from Felix "Stop bullying the poor munchkin," he said, kissing your nose. Felix rolled his eyes fondly, "Sure," he said, ruffling Seungmin's hair. You giggled, patting Seungmin's hair to its original glory. Seungmin chuckled, "Thank you, munchkin," he said, patting your head. You smiled, "You're welcome, Dada," you said, nuzzling into Seungmin's chest. Jisung gasped, "Why does he get our little sweetheart?" he shouted, pointing at Seungmin. "Maybe it's because I'm the best caregiver in this house," Seungmin sassed, holding you tight.

Jisung fell to his knees, holding his chest "Baby is that true?" he sobbed dramatically. You shook your head vigorously, "That's not true. Baba stop lying," you scolded, hitting Seungmin's shoulder. Seungmin chuckled, wincing "Baba's sorry, munchkin," he said, rubbing your arms. You huffed, "I'll forgive Baba if he gives Appa a kiss," you said, staring at Jisung's faux unconscious body. Seungmin grimaced, "But munchkin," he whined, staring at Jisung's jutting lips. You shook your head, "No buts," you said, getting off Seungmin's lap.

Seungmin sighed, cupping Jisung's face "Get your dumbass up," he whispered. Jisung smiled, "No," he whispered back, puckering his lips. Seungmin scoffed, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek "Fine," he said, pressing his lips with Jisung. You giggled, "Appa and Dada are kissing!" you cheered, causing the rest of your caregivers to turn your way. Felix laughed, clutching his stomach at the sight. Minho sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose "Really? Right in the living room," he said, walking away. Hyunjin snorted, setting up the fairy lights "Naughty little love, aren't you?" he said, staring at you.

You blinked, shrugging your shoulders "Nope, I'm always good," you said, holding a pillow against your chest. Felix chuckled, wiping the stray tears away "Gosh, sunshine. Where did you learn that from?" he asked, pulling you onto his lap. You curled up against his chest, "I don't speak English," you slurred, laying your face on his chest. Felix smiled, "Oh then, 한국어 괜찮아요? (Is Korean okay?)," he asked, stroking your hair. You giggled, playing with the hem of his sleeves "네엄마, 괜찮아요 (Yes mommy, Korean is okay)," you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows.

Felix cooed, rocking your sleepy body "Don't sleep yet, sunshine," he said, patting your cheek. You whined, rubbing your eyes. Hyunjin chuckled, "Don't you want to see your fort, lovely?" he asked, taking your hand in his. You gasped, sitting up "Fort done?" you asked, looking up at Hyunjin. He nodded, helping you up "Come on and see," he said, leading you to the entrance of the fort. Fairy lights decorate the borders. Pillows and blankets formed an arch with a tent stick in between. "Do you like it?" Changbin asked, cracking the joints in his neck.

You nodded "Can everybody fit in there?" you asked, looking at Changbin. He smiled, "Of course, they can. Minho hyung will bring out dinner in a bit," he said, checking the structure once more. "Dinner in the fort?" you asked, eyes gleaming from the fairy lights. Minho cooed, holding a tray of dishes "Yes, my dear cupcake," he said, setting the tray in the middle of the fort. "Why don't you go choose your spot? We'll join you in a bit," Changbin encouraged. You giggled, "Otay," you said, finding a place near Gyu. "I want to sit next to Gyu," you said, hugging the Munchlax.

Chan walked in, chuckling "Good choice, little one. Boys, it's dinner time," he called out, sitting next to you. Jisung whined, "I haven't held the baby since yesterday" he sulked, trudging his feet. You pursed your lips, "Appa sit next to Gyu," you said, patting the spot. Jisung gasped, "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, sitting down. Soon everyone found their places around the tray. "Your cooking never disappoints, hyung," Felix said, taking a mouthful. Minho smirked, "As it shouldn't," he said, setting some fruits on your plate.

You chewed on your meal, sleep dawning upon you quickly. Chan cooed as you nodded off with your puffy cheeks "Little one, swallow the food in your mouth," he whispered, rubbing your back. You forced your eyes open, clearing the food stuffed in your cheeks. Jisung chuckled, "Is our baby getting sleepy?" he asked, staring at your drowsy features. You shook your head, biting into a slice of watermelon. Hyunjin took a few pictures, knowing well enough that he had to send them into their group chat right after. "Such a cutie," Changbin whispered, drinking his water.

"Channie hyung, lay them down," Minho said, setting the tray by the entrance of the fort. Chan nodded, lightly making you lie down "Cozy up, little one," he whispered, tucking your plush under your arms. Felix hummed, rubbing your sides "Sweet dreams, sunshine," he whispered, kissing your cheek. "Are we going to sleep early too?" Jeongin asked, checking the time. Jisung shook his head "I don't think so," he said, wrapping his arms around Felix's waist. Chan smiled, "The TV is right in front of us. Why don't we watch something?" he proposed.

"Yeah. How about something Disney?" Felix asked, snuggling against Jisung. "I'm fine with that," Changbin said, holding Gyu in his arms. Seungmin nodded "Me too," he said, sitting between Changbin and Chan. Minho grabbed the remote, "Disney it is," he said, looking through the movies. You nuzzled your face into your plush, drawing silent coos from your caregivers. "Let's not put the volume that high, agree?" Hyunjin asked, brushing your hair from your face. "Agree," they said in tandem, staring at you with adoration and love.

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