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moongreenlight · 6 months

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Have you ever seen that corny ass skit where it’s the girl talking to her husband asking him to fix things and he says “I’m not a plumber” “I’m not a carpenter” bla bla bla and then one day he comes home and the girl’s like “oh yeah I had the neighbor come over to fix the things you wouldn’t” and the neighbor says she can either bake him a cake or sleep with him as payment so the husband asks “so what kind of cake did you bake him?” And the girl says “I’m not a baker?”

Very much Neighbor!Price x stay-at-home-mom!reader coded :)

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

Neighbor!Price who’s found a quiet little cul-de-sac to settle in when he’s got some time off. It’s a little neighborhood, mostly older people who’re thrilled to have a man like him around to help bring out bins and offer to mow their lawns or rake their leaves or shovel their drives when he’s around.

But somehow he’s found the only other younger family in the area living directly next to him. Parents are a few years his junior, and they’ve got two young kids. He assumes the boy, the older one, is early elementary age- sees you herding him into the car in the morning with a pack lunch and a backpack that’s nearly the same size as he is to and from the house in the morning and afternoon. And the girl, the younger, must be in pre-k, because she’s only out for half the day and doesn’t get the same pack lunch her brother gets.

He’s gotten to know you pretty well. When he’s around, the two of you will chat while you’re tending your garden and he’s working in his garage carrying out some odd project or another. He thinks you’re sweet. Likes the way you wear overalls with a little top when you’re planting flowers in the beds out front. How when you bend over or stand at the right angle he can imagine you’re not wearing a top at all.

He hates your husband. He’s crass and rude and never waves hello to any of the neighbors- odd for such a friendly little community. Leaves for work early and comes home late and leaves you to fend for yourself all day. Doesn’t know how to interact with you or your kids. And Price is almost certain he doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked because his bedroom window looks over your living room and he’s caught you on the couch with your hand down your pants more times than could have been coincidence.

He’s known to be the neighborhood handyman. Got a little workshop set up in his garage and a general knowledge about nearly everything, so it’s not uncommon that he gets a knock on the door a few times a week. Usually it’s some of the older neighbors popping over to see if he can fix their TVs or help their grandkids connect to the Wi-Fi, but it’s a pleasant surprise when you turn up on his porch mid-morning.

You’re scrunching the ends of your soaking wet hair in a towel. Apologizing as soon as you hear him turn the deadbolt. Feverishly going on about how you must have blown a circuit in the bathroom trying to dry your hair and you’d usually be able to manage but your husband shoved a bookshelf in front of the breaker and you can’t get through to it.

He’s sweet about it. Always is, but especially for you. Follows you over to your place and promises you no less than ten times that it’s really no trouble. He’s happy to help. It’s a quick fix, but he drags it out as long as he can. Insists on following you up and down the stairs from the basement to the top floor twice to make sure everything’s working properly.

He notices that the bathroom door sticks and that the fire alarm in the hallway is chirping from a low battery. You apologize for the toys in the living room and the clean laundry pile on the couch and the state of your house. Say that your husband is racking up a hefty to-do list with a small laugh that’s just a bit too forced.

He’s thrilled to tell you that he’s got some free time later in the week and says he’ll come over if only to help out your husband. Makes some backhanded remark about how your husband is clearly a busy lad. You refuse- of course- sweet thing that you are, but he turns up the next day after you’ve taken your kids to school anyway.

He tails you up the drive so there’s no way you can shut him out. Shushes you when you try to apologize for one reason or another and takes off to fix not only the sticky bathroom door and the fire alarm batteries, but also the dripping kitchen faucet and the garbage disposal that’s been broken for months.

You try to stay clear of whatever room he’s working in, chirping short responses to whatever nonsense question he asked in an attempt to lure you over. It was only when he was about to head out and he saw you leaning on the dryer to keep it shut that he saw his golden opportunity.

You were clearly trying to hide it, but even with a small load of clothes in, it sounded like you’d thrown a pair of boots into a tin garbage pail and shook it hard as you could. You tried to shoo him off, but he wasn’t having any of it.

There’s enough skirting around the subject to give you chance to turn down his advances, but when he realizes you’re not outright telling him to go fuck himself, he’s essentially taking it as a challenge to see if he can’t push you to that point.

Hoists you up on the still clanging machine and pushes between your legs on the weak pretense of needing you there to keep the door shut while he works. The machine shook the straps of your top down off your shoulders and made him acutely aware of the fact that you hadn’t had the time to put on a bra yet. It made his pants near painfully tight on the crotch.

He’d try and make idle chat. Your kids and plans for the day, but it’s entirely too hard for him to focus on anything other than the way your thighs are pressing together as the dry cycle started to bang the machine around more. He makes a light comment about how he’s not sure how you get anything done around the house with the dryer in this state. Your laugh is breathy.

And when he leans over you to reach to the back of the machine, he can feel the way your soft panting breaths fan his neck. Confirms his suspicions.

“Alright?”

You’re chewing the inside of your lip while you nod. Clearly starved for stimulation if all it takes is a dry cycle to get you off. Poor thing.

It’s stuffy in the laundry room. Adds to the appeal. Makes your shorts ride up and stick to your legs. Your thighs are dewy and glide together when you shift under his gaze.

“You sure, doll?”

The two of you are almost nose-to-nose. You’re leaned back, caged in by his big arms that look even bigger in his almost obscenely tight shirt. He’s smiling. Letting his eyes wander to your collarbones. The way your throat bobbed when you swallowed.

Before you could choke out your answer, the dryer stopped. Chimed the alert and slowly stilled. You took a shaky breath and nodded once more, looking like you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed or relieved. He backed off, stretched out his hand to help you down.

You lead him to the kitchen. Ask if you can get him anything. Tea or food. He declines. You say something about stopping to get cash when you’re out picking up your daughter in a couple hours. He declines again.

“John, really, I appreciate your help. You have to let me get you back.”

You’re filling the kettle with water anyway, leaned just slightly over the sink. He knows it’s impolite to stare, but he’s never had very good manners when it came to things like that.

“Bake me a cake or somethin’, then. Sleep with me. Won’t take your money, though.”

You whirl around and end up sloshing some water down your front. Doesn’t seem to phase you. Your eyebrows are damn near at your hairline.

“I don’t know if that’s appropriate, considering…”

He snorts a soft laugh. It’s kind- not at all suggestive. Like he’s playing off a clever joke.

“What? Baking me a cake?”

You purse your lips and set the kettle on the stove.

“Never been a very good baker.”

He about hurdles the kitchen island like he’s running track.

“That right?”

You make a thoughtful sound before clicking on the burner. He can see you biting back a smile. You finally turn to face him. Leaned back on your hands with your head cocked slightly to the side.

“I just don’t know that it would be appropriate given our- my- situation.”

It’s his turn to hum and nod. Take a few steps forward, slow and slinky like a predator stalking toward its prey.

“Sure.”

You chew your bottom lip. Try to find some resolve in fussing with your wedding ring. It’s horrible. Small. He can’t help but think about how he’d be able to get you a much better one. He takes a few more steps forward.

“It’s complicated, John.”

Your voice is mousy now.

“I know.”

A few more steps forward and he’s back nose-to-nose with you. Pinning you against the counter.

“I just-“

“Then tell me to go home.”

The button of his jeans grazes your groin and sends sparks up your spine. You recoil slightly, but he’s got his massive hands on your wrists to keep you in place.

“My husb-“

“Don’t. S’not what I said. Tell me to go home. Tell me to go home, and I’ll leave. S’easy as that.”

The coarse hair of his beard brushes along your jaw. Visible goosebumps rise all the way up your neck and down your arms.

“John, he-“

A throaty growl from him.

“He’s not getting a lick of you.”

And then somehow he’s got you on your back on the couch. Shoved off the pile of laundry and pushed you down. His eyes are near pitch black and hungry. Ravenous. He tears off your shorts. Doesn’t wait for you to hoist your hips, just yanks so hard that you’re a little worried you’ll get thrown off the couch with them.

He is wretched. Planting wet kisses from the inside of your knee all the way up to your sex frustratingly slow. Big hands splayed over your hips to keep you from bucking up into his mouth. He’s got this maddeningly smug smile on his face like he’s waiting for the perfect moment to say I told you so. Like he knew this was going to happen from the start, you were just too stupid to see.

Your underwear is embarrassingly wet from your little go on the dryer. Your pussy puffy and sensitive underneath. You whine when he kisses over the damp spot. Laves his tongue over your folds without pulling them to the side. He makes some comment about the state of you that borders on snarky, but you choose to ignore it.

When he finally does rid you of your panties, there’s a moment of clarity where you realize what you’re doing. You push up on your elbows and try to roll out from under him, but he gives your clit a mean slap that forces you back onto the couch and ends your protest. Sends you to that liminal, clouded headspace where all you can focus on is how desperately you need to come.

It’s clear he’s savoring the moment. Running the point of his tongue through your folds. Teasing at your hole. Artfully swirling around your clit, but never close enough to give you the friction you’re so desperately craving. Planting hot, wet kisses on your inner thighs. Leaves a few love bites in his wake like he’s boasting; so certain your husband wouldn’t get close enough to notice that he had no problem decorating you as he pleased.

You’re a mess. Being taken apart stitch by stitch. Panting and whining and begging for more. Your orgasm is coiling tight under your belly without him having to do much. Any other time you’d have felt a little pathetic, but you were too preoccupied to care now.

He finally brings his hands up and you think he’s about to stuff you full, but he only lets his fingers drag slowly along your sensitive sex. Collects some of your arousal and pulls it up toward your naval. Watches the goosebumps form under his touch.

He rucks your shirt up with his free hand and immediately wraps his lips around your pebbled nipples. Tongues at them. Lets his teeth graze teasingly over them. And whatever one he’s not got currently in his mouth, he’s working his fingers over. Pinching and flicking until you’re teary eyed and squirming under him.

And then finally, fucking finally, he ducks back down and fixes his mouth on your clit. Sucks gently on the swollen bud for just a moment and then companies his mouth with two fingers bullying their way inside you.

The stretch is almost uncomfortable in its suddenness, but you quickly get used to it. The pleasure is blinding. Forces you to throw your head back against the cushion and screw your eyes tightly shut. A string of high, needy moans float through your gaped lips.

He’s sweet, Jesus, is he. Hums and groans with his mouth still on your bundle of nerves. Pulls away just enough to tell you how pretty your pussy is taking him before going back to work on your sensitive clit. You want to scream. You think you may actually come entirely undone on this couch if he doesn’t stop.

And then your orgasm coils so tightly within you that it explodes outward. Tears through you and leaves every square inch of your skin sizzling. He doesn’t let up. Pins you down by the stomach with his forearm and continues down his warpath. The sounds his fingers make when they sink into you are so pornographic that it makes your face hot.

You eventually find it in you to warble out something that sounded like please, too much. And he pulled off, still with that smug grin pulling his lips now surrounded by glistening slick caught in the hair of his beard.

He gives you one last kiss. Lewd and wet and so searing hot you’re worried it will actually blister the sensitive flesh of your cunt. He’ll sit back on his haunches and fuss with the button and zipper of his jeans before saying something horrible and cheeky like

“C’mon, doll. Thought you were set on payin’ me back.”

#he sees a family with a present but shitty father and says ‘it’s free real estate’ I hate him #moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #captain price smut #captain john price smut #captain john price x reader #captain john price #captain price #price cod #john price #cod price #141 x reader #x reader

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achillieus · 1 year

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modern dating is embarrassing i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (he’s the local hot priest who will question god because of me)

#fleabag #midnight mass #father paul #fleabag x the priest #father paul x reader #monsignor pruitt #this is not a joke

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sassypossumm · 1 month

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Imagine being pregnant with your first child with Miguel... (18+) Fluffy smut...

Of course Miguel is so excited to be a father, he dotes on you hand and foot. Swollen ankles? He rubs them. Midnight cravings? This man doesn't even trust Door Dash, he grabs his keys and goes to the nearest Bodega to fulfill your late night lust for sugary food.

You smile widely and kick your feet when he returns, and his heart melts at your adorable grabby hands as you pout until he hands you the requested food with a light peck to your forehead.

And after you're passed out in a sugar coma, he cradles you close to his body and kisses your hairline, unable to believe that your his.

Dont get me started on what happens when you start getting self conscious about your body. He looks down at you firmly as you bemoan your bloated body, and when you wail about looking like a fat mole, he picks you up like you weigh nothing, and lays you in your big bed, and unwraps you like the most precious gift he's ever been given, because that's what you are to him.

After he's wrung no fewer than three orgasms from you on his tongue, he'll take advantage of your blissed out state and lower you onto his cock, peppering your jaw with kisses as he leads your hips to ride him lazily, all the while whispering about how lucky he is to have you.

He devours your moans and whimpers wholesale, greedy for every sign of the pleasure he's giving you. And after he cleans you up, and curls around you protectively, he nuzzles your neck and strokes your stomach, thanking you for making him a daddy.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel x reader #fluff #miguel o'hara smut #miguel x reader smut #I need this man to father my children...

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rustyr3dhe4d · 2 months

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unexpected - cl16

summary: a few years ago, you found yourself unexpectedly pregnant with your boyfriends baby. upon telling him, he completely disappeared and you hadn't heard from his since. of course you told your best friend, charles. he vowed to help you before and after the birth. fast forward a couple of years, what happens when your child assumes charles is her father.

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flashback: 4 years ago

as the two little lines show up on the little plastic test, you feel your hands begin to shake. this can't be happening, you think to yourself. you're 22 years old, you're not ready for a kid. you haven't even discussed marriage, let alone kids with your boyfriend.

you quietly made your way out of the bathroom with the test in your hand. "baby?" you call out into your apartment. "yeah?" you hear his voice echo from the kitchen.

his back is to you when you enter the kitchen, looking through the fridge. when he turns around, his brows crease when he's met with your red, tear-stained face. "is everything okay?" you just shake your head and slowly raise up the test in your hand.

his creased brows slowly raise as he hones in on the object in your hand. "is it..." he begins but doesn't finish. you nod your head slowly, your eyes not meeting his. he sets the drink he took out of the fridge down on the counter. "say something, please..." the silence was all the answer you need.

he briskly walks past you and to the bedroom. "where are you going?" you ask him but still get no answer. within the next 5 minutes, he's out the door with bags packed. you sit on the edge of bed, eyes full of tears. your hand finds your phone not to far away on the bed and you tap on the contact of the one person you can trust.

"hey amour, what's up?" his voice rings through the phone. you take a shaky breath before continuing. "charles, i need you." you hear some shuffling on the other end before he speaks. "i'll be there soon, hold on amour."

soon after you hang up, you hear your front door open and frantic footsteps moving throughout the apartment. a few seconds later, charles appears in the doorway of your bedroom. "hey..." he squats down in front of your sitting frame. "what's going on?"

your eyes look to the bathroom and his eyes follow. he gets up and moves to the bathroom, you see him freeze when he reaches the counter. he emerges with one of the tests in his hand.

"are these..."

"yes."

"where's-"

"he left. as soon as i told him. bags packed and everything." your eyes stay locked on your feet. he sets the test down on the nightstand closest to him before sitting next to you. he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you to his chest. "i've got you. i'm here now, and i'm going to be here every step of the way."

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present day

"alright adeline, are you ready to see cha race today?" you ask. your daughter's smile grows as she holds your hand and you both walk through the paddock.

as you walk through the ferrari motorhome doors, your greeted with many 'hellos' and 'hi's.' you make it to charles' driver room, just as he comes out. at the sight of you and adeline, his face brightens. "addy!"

your daughter lets go of your hand and runs over to the brunette. "cha!' she squeals as he lifts her up, placing her on his hip. you smile at the bond the two share. once she's comfortable on his hip, he turns to you. "hi, belle."

he moves to wrap his free arm around your waist and places a light kiss on your cheek. "cha?" adeline starts.

"yes, papillon?" he turns to the little girl on his hip. "can we go see uncle carlos?"

"of course we can, as long as your mom is okay with it?" he turns to you. you just smile and nod your head. "that's fine with me. just give me one second, i need to use the restroom and then i'll go with you guys." you disappear down the hallway as he sets her down.

"is there anything else you want to do today, addy?" charles asks as he squats down in front of her. adeline just shrugs her shoulders, which causes charles to chuckle. "can we go see uncle carlos now?" she whines.

"just wait for a few more seconds, your mom will be back in a few." you finally come back from the bathroom. "alright now we can go, papillion." he says.

adeline moves to run out of the motorhome but charles stops her. "hold on, your shoes untied addy, come here." she turns around and walks back over to charles. "place your hands on his shoulders so he can tie your shoes." you tell her.

she places her hands on his shoulders as he moves down to tie her shoe. after tightening the knot, he stands up. "all good." she turns around and makes her way to the exit. "thanks daddy!" she calls behind her.

both you and charles freeze. "oh, um..." you stutter out. his face and ears are burning red.

"why don't we-"

"let's just-" both you and charles start at the same time. he gestures for you to walk ahead of him. you nod your head and start walking after your daughter with charles close behind.

this will definitely be a conversation for later.

#charles leclerc #formula 1 #formula one fanfiction #fanfic #charles lechair #father #best friends #oopsie #charles leclerc fanfic #fluff #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc imagine #carlos sainz

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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I was wondering if you can do Alastor x daughter! Reader? She’s manifested from his magic and because of that she has some of Alastor’s powers. However, she’s the complete and total opposite of him. She’s kind and sweet like Charlie, but is very shy. She never likes bringing out her true demon form for she is very terrifying. Alastor is very protective of her. Although, what if she sees Alastor get hurt by another overlord or Adam and he turns into her demon form to protect him and everyone is surprised by this and maybe even terrified of her.

OMFG. Yes! Second Alastor request in a rooowww! I love this man uncontrollably and he would be a good daddy. He’s a stag papa with his little fawn for reaaall! I love this idea, lots of loves and so much thanks for giving Hazbin Hotel more attention— or, I guess Alastor!

Father! Alastor- Hell’s Angel

Okay… Alastor wasn’t suspecting to pop a kid out of thin air when he actually wanted to pop a kid out of thin air. His magic is very powerful, no doubt but he birthed a child from solely his own powers and about 100% of his own DNA so his daughter’s features are primarily matching his own but there are some personal key differences Alastor wanted you to have to seperate yourself from him

So, you’re not a carbon copy of your dad, the Radio Demon. More just have the same deer features and red colouring

Alastor also wasn’t suspecting to have born an angel of his own. Sweet, affectionate, cheery, always smiling but smiling in a more welcoming and natural manner than her papa. He doesn’t mind it, you’re his babygirl. He loves you dearly, even after he just shat you out from literally nothing. He’s just surprised!

Well, at least Charlie loves you because you’re like… exactly what she loves and Alastor gets jealous of how well Charlie bonds with his own daughter!

Alastor has never known how to handle his own powers so when you begin manifesting voodoo dolls and portals containing all kinds of demonic beasts, he has to figure out how to get around all of it without hurting you a single bit. He has a whole plan scheduled out for anytime your powers trigger at random

Alastor’s protective, loving, clingy and carries you around a lot. He loves being able to bond with you, he likes hearing your cute deer noises when you’re trying to talk to him. He never lets you leave his sight and whilst he reframes from murder, he may just kill Vox for insulting his little fawn

Alastor now has all the full right to tell awful Dad jokes, since he is a proper Dad now. Rest in peace once again, Angel Dust

Yes. Alastor is the type to spoil his daughter. Spoil rotten, he isn’t going to stop and he isn’t sorry. He loves his little princess and no matter what, he’ll give her what she wants. If anybody dares to take what she wants from her, he’ll send them to double hell then give his babygirl extra hugs and kisses as apologises

Alastor knows, like him, you have your own full demon form and for a harmless sweetheart like yourself(that only uses your powers to help the Hotel staff). Your full form is actually terrifying and you know that, which is why you avoid it. You don’t want to scare anybody, especially not your beloved dad so you always reframe from getting too mad

Just let Papa Alastor handle anything bad. He’ll protect and care for you in the most sweet, cuddly way possible

Alastor is a lunatic, barely sane, monstrous all under a passive-aggressive, well-mannered, dapper 1930s gentleman image but when it comes to you, you’re the most healthy thing he has and he feels genuine love, care and affection for his own offspring. He only views you as his daughter, nothing else or anything exploitative. After all, he acts more like the one serving you than anything. He’ll get you whatever you want, no questions asked

Alastor wants to keep you away from threats so when Adam attacks the Hazbin Hotel. He has no choice but to leave you with Charlie. However, this didn’t last long since you knew your father was struggling when you heard his voice’s radio effect cut out. That was immediately a sign that you, not even a ten-year-old, to jump in and it caused you to rampage against Adam when you used your powers to track down and make it over to Alastor

“PRINCESS! GET AWAY FROM HERE NOW!” Alastor, despite the giant thick cut across his chest, staining his red pinstriped coat, over the white trims of his dark red lapels, yells out as loud as he can to catch his child’s attention, to get her to back off. Struggling to rise up to his feet with his tall fluffy deer-like ears pinned back. A sign of his fear, not because of seeing his babygirl in her full demon form throwing everything she has at the angel, Adam but because you’re in so much danger attacking Adam

Adam isn’t a merciful being, despite being an Angel, and the risk to your life is extremely high. Your demon form is ten times more demonic than any sinner can manifest, due to being produced by raw demonic magic, you form into a pure demonic entity

Screeching out in a menacing echoey way, entirely black and clumpy, phasing in and out like mist, shaped like a mighty Wendigo deer with literally zero resemblance to your cute little form. To you, your father’s in danger and with his cane snapped in half, his powers limited and his radio voice effect gone

You can’t just sit around in Charlie’s arms and let Alastor get killed by this psycho angel!

You have to risk everything to let Alastor escape. However, he isn’t going anywhere without you and is frantically trying to think of a way to get you away from Adam as the said holy entity keeps throwing swings after swings with his holy sharpened guitar to break off all the attacks coming from your Wendigo-style full form, letting out many strings of hateful curses at both you and Alastor. It’s clear with all the shadowy spines and green electricity shocks that you’re desperately trying to fend off the much stronger Angel to try protect your father

But if the Radio Demon himself couldn’t take on Adam for any longer than a few minutes. Of course, you don’t stand a chance, lasting half the time Alastor did. Being beaten when Adam outspeed and charged down a devestating sharp swing on your full form’s form head after you attempt to attack again. Thinking rather fast, you used your magic to cushion the blow to avoid it actually killing you

Being thrown over on the opposite end to where Alastor is and fading back into your normal demon form, a nasty big cut all down your back to the end of your fluffy deer tail, sobbing and clenching fangs

The staff watching nearby were terrified yet impressed. Impressed a child of your age and confidence was able to get that many hits on Adam and manage to guard yourself from a attack from Adam himself, getting away with merely just one cut

The Radio Demon growls frustrated and outraged at being forced to watch his child being thrown around like some doll and get even more hurt, now cornered by Adam, since it’s clear he doesn’t care to attack Alastor anymore. Thinking just as fast and getting up properly with his snapped-into-two cane in one tightening fist

Alastor phases through into the shadows in an almost melting fashion, dragging you down with him in the same shadowy engulfing manner by a single black trail travelling over to where you laid, leaving the bloodthirsty human ancestor as the victor of this fight. Needless to say, Alastor was so pissed. Pissed he lost the fight when he had managed to get many hits on Adam at the first section of the fight and pissed that said Angel dared to put his hands on his angel

At least… you’re safe now. Bleeding, hurt, crying and tired from overworking yourself whilst laid in Alastor’s arms, but you’re alive and okay. In your father’s hold and safe. Away from the Hotel and protected by the Voodoo’s shadowy magic

“You’re okay, darling… you’re okay. Papa’s got you, he’s always got you”

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pawified · 3 months

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tw: heavy punishments ( bruises , slapping )

father figure bf!toji punishments are down right mean and filthy.

lets say you have been acting out all week, not following the rules, talking back, skipping school, doing everything your boyfriend hates. the thing is toji knows you and the games you like the play.

the only reason why you are doing these things is because his lack of attention you have been receiving from him this past week due to his corporate ceo job. he is coming home later and later throughout the week which means you are spending more time with his stuck up and bitchy assistant than you are with him.

you think toji isn’t aware of the little shenanigans you are pulling because he isn’t around much but that far from the truth. how can he not be involved in his princess’s school academic career.

toji just so happens to decide to stop by your school to see how you were doing and too take you out for a nice lunch but when he reached the school’s office and asked the sweet old lady at the desk to page for you, he was made aware that you hadn’t been at roll call this morning.

toji’s face drops, he said a quick thank you to the lady, phone already up to his ear. ringing your phone only to be met with a fucking voicemail. steam practically coming from his ears,“this fucking brat” he barked out, as he climbed into his car speeding home.

thats how you end up bound to his office chair with a vibrator in hand, pleading out sorrys. your face is stained with tears , discolored bruises from the love bites scattered about and welts on your ass from the blows toji left.

“please sir, i’m sorry“ you try to reason with him but he doesn’t let up. he is sat on the opposite side of you, on the phone as his gaze burn into your skin. lifting the phone away, he finally speaks “you’re being to loud , i can’t hear kento. and i don’t remember telling you, you could speak.”

you let out a whine, more like a cry. this had been going on for an hour now and you are at your end. you plead once more, just as toji is ending his phone call and walking over to you. “ daddy, i-i swear m’ sorry.. i was dumb, please please.” he tilts his head, staring down at you all while stroking your check. “ i know puppy, but you have to learn your lesson, daddy’s way too nice with you.”

you try kicking out your legs in protest but toji’s palm comes down on your inner thigh heavy, “ow ow , okay m-m sorry. i will be good, please can i have a kiss please, please gimme kiss” you beg, your emotions are heavy and he can tell your dropping into the headspace where he needs you at.

he gives your check a light tap, “no. until you learn to behave properly, you don’t get anything from me.”

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Pls tell me there's a part two for "if the door wasn't shut". I need Joel and Ellie to come back and reader avoiding them and not speaking to them and just walking away when they try to talk to her. Ofc happy ending but make them work for that forgiveness

i would let you in

▹ — joel miller x platonic!f!reader

▹ — summary: part two of if the door wasnt shut — after being abandoned in jackson, tommy and maria take care of you. joel and ellie’s return hurts far more than their departure.

▹ — a/n: i have no idea how the timeline is gonna work out in the show so ignore that!!! i went off on a bit of a tangent in this one… oops. anyways. let me know if you guys do want a part three!!!

▹ — warnings: angst!!!! AND MORE ANGST!!! oh yeah and a bit of angst too. father figure joel (except he’s failed that role for reader), arguments, throwing of objects, general hopeless feelings, sadness, not proofread, also you WILL like pottery and ceramics sorry!! almost father figure tommy….

▹ — tags: @faceache111 @viknowsbest @inkiqayo @wrcn9fvlcver @pedropascalsrealgf @httpjiikook @issybee0611 @liableperfections @dksjskx @canpillowscry @beeblisss @lizzylynch1 @randomstory56 @hiphopdancer101universe (once again just tagged everyone who asked for pt 2! pls let me know if you want the tag removed<;3)

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Everything in this world felt empty. It all felt so… weightless. Like you could pick something up, and it would have no meaning. Sometimes, you felt that way, too.

You couldn’t help it.

It was like everything you felt had drained from your very being, leaving your deflated and aching and empty.

But the emptiness sometimes masked as rage, and then you were throwing all of these meaningless things at meaningless walls, sick to death of hearing yourself yell about things that didn’t matter, that held no weight.

It didn’t matter what it was, it just gave you the shortest reprieve of feeling something, of feeling angry. It burned hot in your veins, and for a moment, you were full of fire. Until your oxygen ran out, and the fire spluttered before it died away, leaving you panting and exhausted and empty once more.

You knew it concerned Maria. Knew that she didn’t need this, the stress of having some kid that lacked the ability to even feel remorseful for breaking the plate that she had only just given you. She should’ve been focusing on the impending arrival of her actual kid, not feeling responsible for the one her brother-in-law had practically dumped on her doorstep.

But you didn’t ask for this either, did you?

Even when you had tried to leave, tried to get a horse out of its stall in the stable, tried to follow the only people you believed you could trust, you couldn’t.

You just about remember the way Tommy had pulled you back from where you had been frantic, trying to untie the horse in a frenzy as your chest heaved, the abandonment trying to deep into your bones. You had coughed and gasped, doing everything you could to try and get this feeling out of you, but nothing had worked.

Then, you had woken up on Tommy and Maria’s couch, the two of them beginning to doze off as the night crept up on them. It had been Maria who had jolted awake first, even when you just rustled the blanket they’d placed over you.

You didn’t want her pity then, had outright refused it. The two adults had tried to comfort you, but you had made it so difficult — because why should you make it easy? Your trust had been burnt up, your tether had reached its end, and you felt… hopeless.

There was nobody left for you in this world — and you wouldn’t let Maria or Tommy try to change that, even with their consistent attempts at being there for you.

They had relented to letting you remain in the house across the road, despite wanting you to remain in their home. They brought over meals every day, whether it be from the pub in town, or from their own kitchen.

Luckily for you, they hadn’t mentioned the cuts to your hand, the ones you had gotten from scraping up shards of ceramic off of the floor, after yet another one of your meltdowns. Sometimes, the only way you could actually feel that anger, was to let it out. And considering they hadn’t given you any of your weapons back, throwing plates and bowls and cups against all available surfaces had to suffice.

It had been weeks — you were sure of it. As much as you tried not to take count, the absence of the only people you had left made the days and nights pass slowly, so slowly that it was just a matter of how many days had you been throwing things? Or how many nights had remained restless?

It was on the twenty-sixth day that Maria had enough, seeing the remains of yet another plate in the garbage around the back of your house.

“Okay, if you’re gonna keep breaking these, you’re gonna have to start replacing them.” Maria told you, voice sterner than it had been in a long time. She’d tried the gentle approach, tried being soft, tried letting you heal in your own way, but it didn’t seem to be working. So strict Maria it would have to be. “Come with me.”

You followed her, with some reluctance, but you knew you didn’t have much of a choice. After all, as much as you hated to admit it, you relied on her. Without her, you were screwed.

So, you shrugged on your coat, and followed her as the snow crunched underneath your boots. She took turns so quickly, with so little hesitation, that you were almost surprised. You’d been in Jackson for a few weeks, and this didn’t feel familiar to you.

She tugged open a shop door, coughing away the dust that shot up at her, and felt the wall for a light switch, humming in victory when the store lit up.

You looked around, confused. You didn’t have money to buy new plates… and this place looked empty. You turned to Maria, watching as she wiped the dust off of a circular… machine?

“Well, it’s not the cleanest,” She acknowledged, “But there’s some supplies left out back, and the boys know where to get more clay.”

“Clay? What— Maria, what is this place?” You asked, running your finger against the dusty grooves of a wooden table, feeling bumps of dried something, and leaning forward to inspect the tools that had been abandoned on the table.

“Old ceramics shop,” She told you, opening the door to the back section of the shop and opening a window to let the air breathe. “Hasn’t been a big priority, really. Came in to get some plates when some of the houses had none, but nobody’s been all to bothered ‘bout fixing it up.”

“So, why am I here?” You raised your eyebrows, starting to get annoyed.

“Because, you’re gonna fix it up. If you’re gonna keep breaking all my damn plates, you’re gonna have to replace ‘em.” Maria replied, opening the windows at the front of the shop, and twisting the sign on the door from open, to closed.

“I… I don’t know shit about making plates.” You offered up quietly, fingers picking at your nails as you tried to get out of this. You did feel… almost guilty, about her plates, but at the same time, it was all you could do.

“Well, no better time to learn. Got some books around here, that’ll help, I’m sure. You can figure this out.” Maria said, your name falling softly from her lips, and you missed the other thing she was doing, which would be giving you something to do, giving you a purpose.

You huffed, feeling something nervous brewing in your stomach, but nodded at Maria before she left. You looked around the shop, eyebrows creasing as you realised you had a lot of work to do.

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Tommy’s face was a sight, the first time he walked into the old ceramics shop.

When Maria had come to him, nearing tears in her excitement, telling him that you had finally done the ceramics shop some good, he hadn’t known exactly what to expect. He was well aware how much time you spent in that old place, and he had scolded you over it numerous times, saying the dust would do you no favours… or whatever.

The two of them knew that really, the ceramics shop had done you some good, but Tommy didn’t quite realise how much effort you had really put into it. Sure, it had been more than a few weeks now, but you were on your own in fixing it up.

So when you opened the door, something so close to a smile on your face, he was surprised. Shocked, even.

The surfaces were clean, for a start, which was nothing short of a miracle in his eyes. The furniture had been put back into place, not counting the pile of rotted wood that was outside, unsalvageable. Old ceramic work had been cleaned and put on display, alongside two names — the artists who made them, Tommy realised quickly.

And then there were the plates sat on the counter. New, slightly misshapen, and there was a box next to them, already filled with old newspaper.

“To replace the ones I broke.” You told him, when he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. Tommy couldn’t help the smile that grew on him, something proud in his chest.

He hadn’t known you for nearly as long as Joel had, but god, he could recognise it in you immediately. The resemblance to his niece, just barely peeking out when you didn’t bury that part of you. He could see why Joel had gotten so… attached. Even if you didn’t resemble Sarah within your mannerisms in a way that was uncanny, you were a good kid.

Despite all the plate-throwing, name-calling, yelling and tears he’d seen from you, he knew you were good. He couldn’t blame you for your reactions, not with the way you had been left behind. And Tommy — he could understand why Joel did it, far more than you could, at least, but he recognised the pain in you.

Even if Joel did it as a result of his need to protect you, it didn’t come across like that in your eyes. From your view, he had taken the girl he knew for a couple months, and dumped you with his younger brother. He didn’t want you, didn’t care about you. It hurt. It hurt and it burnt your chest when you thought of it, and the only thing that made you feel a different kind of fire was creating your own destruction.

But this, this was different.

Tommy could see it in your face. This was such a drastic change from the girl who did everything she could to destroy what she got her hands on. This was a girl who finally got to create.

And sure, in a box in the corner of the room, there were the shattered remains of your failed attempts, but it hadn’t felt quite the same.

You thought of it this way; by throwing his and Maria’s dinnerware, you were destroying something that belonged to someone else. It was familiar to you. Trying to create the pain that caved your chest in, within another person. And yes, it was wrong, on so many levels, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted somebody to understand.

When you had taken that first circular sculpture out of the kiln, and thrown it as hard as you could, it almost… hurt. These things were an extension of you. You had shaped these with your own hands, folded them into what you saw fit, so why should you destroy them? How could you? You made them this way.

So you had hidden the rest of the failed attempts, shoved into a cupboard in the back section of the shop, and had piled up your best attempts for Tommy and Maria to take home.

“You’ve been busy,” Tommy said, his eyebrows raised as he walked his way around the old shop, noticing you had even cleaned the two-decades worth of grime from the windows. “These are good, you been working on anythin’ else?”

“Tried a mug,” You offered, shrugging, “Didn’t really go so well. Neither did the bowl.”

“Work in progress,” Tommy replied, knocking your shoulder with his elbow. “Thanks, kid. You didn’t have to.”

“Actually, Maria’s instructions.” You said, but amusement was taking over your voice as you said the words. It was true — she had told you to replace what you had broken. But you hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much.

Tommy laughed, picking up the pile and placing it in the box you’d prepared, three layers of duct tape going either way across the bottom of it. “Well, it’s appreciated, anyway. You ‘round for dinner tonight?”

You shrugged again, making your way behind the counter to shuffle through some things in the back room absentmindedly, rolling your eyes when Tommy followed. You didn’t mind him or Maria hanging around as much as you used to, but you kept them at a distance.

“Come ‘round.” Tommy said then, instead, no longer posing it as a question. They’d tried to get you to move in, take up the spare room that would eventually go to their unborn child, but you’d strongly disagreed.

“You cooking? Or Maria?” You asked him, eyebrow raised as you turned to look at him, leaning back against the counter.

“Maria,” Tommy answered, rolling his eyes at your snicker of amusement. “She tries not to let me within ten feet of the damn oven.”

You couldn’t blame her. On the days that Tommy had brought food over to that big empty house opposite their own, it had been… an experience. Luckily for the two of you, Maria had agreed to go out on less patrols as the weeks passed by, sharing some of Tommy’s nervousness for what could happen.

“Not surprised.” You commented, a small grin on your face. You looked around the room, picking at your fingernails before you spoke up. “Hey, I was thinkin’—”

“That’s dangerous.”

You ignored him, only responding with yet another eye roll, “Get a bed in here, some drawers… could be a good spot for me.”

“Somethin’ wrong with Rancher Street?” He asked, concerned as he stood up straighter, looking around the room, not quite sure why you’d want to leave the house that provided you with plenty of space, warmth, and running water.

“No— No, there’s nothing wrong with it. Just… pretty big space for just one person, y’know?” You said, and gestured towards the door at the other side of the room, “This place has got a bathroom, anyway, so. And I mean, I always eat at yours or at the hall.”

Tommy frowned, contemplating.

Though they would’ve preferred you to have stayed in their home, Tommy and Maria relented when you had insisted on staying in that house. In the end, they had figured, what’s the harm? After all, once Joel and Ellie returned — which Tommy was sure would come, eventually, — they’d be living in that house, too.

That was the point. The house on Rancher Street was reserved for the three of you. Tommy had hoped, secretly, that you staying there, meant you wanted to fix things up, once the others returned.

You looked to him, when he was quiet for a moment too long, and he cleared his throat. “‘Spose it wouldn’t hurt. Bit of a trek from here, to ours, though.”

“Tommy, when I was…” You trailed, looking away, “I used to walk miles in a day. This short walk won’t hurt me.”

“You got a point,” He acknowledged, tipping his head forward, and ignoring your unfinished sentence. “But man, Maria’s not gonna be happy.” He thought of his wife, waddling her way over when she was near-ready to burst, and shook his head with a grin. “For you, I guess she’ll get on with it.”

“Shut up,” You said, amusement clear in your tone. “Now get outta here. I got some more fixin’ up to do.”

Tommy put his hands up in surrender, before slipping the box of plates into his hands, yelling out a, “See you later!” As he left.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes with a begrudgingly fond expression as you took another look around. There was a table that wouldn’t do you any good, too big, so that’d have to go. You wiped your hands against your tattered trousers, and sighed.

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The lights in Jackson were warm, and filled the streets you walked through as the night slowly took over the day. It was nice, being able to see in front of you as the sky darkened. You tried not to get used to it, but knew you were settling.

It was hard not to — especially after Maria had officially declared that the shop was yours, for whatever you wanted to do with it.

You tried not to think of Boston, usually, but the last time you had had something that was truly yours, was there. It was hard to forget the things you had stashed away, hidden underneath floorboards that were concealed by the only half-decent mattress that Tess and Joel could find.

Thinking of that life was painful, especially when realising that it was unreachable. You hadn’t known it, when you’d left Boston QZ, but you would never get to return to that home that you’d built. To those things you had owned. To the family that had grown its roots in that crappy old apartment.

It was something strange, really. To think that all you had, perhaps all you ever would have, belonged to this town. You were reliant on its walls keeping you safe. At least that much was similar to life in Boston.

People were happier here, though.

You probably couldn’t include yourself in that statement, but for the most part, it was true. The streets remained lit through the dark nights, and you could go out for a walk at any time of the day, with no consequences. Which was a bit of luck, considering that Tommy and Maria always ate late on in the day.

Turning on to their street, you frowned, because the lights in the house opposite Tommy and Maria’s — the one you had yet to move out of — were turned on. And you always turned them off before you left.

You hurried into Tommy and Maria’s, shutting the door tightly behind you and kicking your shoes off in the doorway. “Guys?” You called out, hanging your coat beside the doorway and making your way toward where you heard their responding shouts in the kitchen. “What’s going on?” You asked, upon entering the room.

The glance they shared did not go unnoticed by you.

You raised your eyebrows as they looked to you, seeming almost… nervous. “Did you already tell her?” You asked Tommy, and saw the way Maria’s face immediately flashed with confusion.

“Tell me what?” She asked, turning to Tommy whilst being conscious to continue stirring whatever it was that she was cooking.

“I didn’t—”

“Then who’s in the house?” You interrupted, feeling like your stomach was sinking. You’d thought it would be strange for them to immediately place new people in the house, given that you hadn’t quite packed up the few things you had left there, and the shop wasn’t quite ready. But what other explanation was there?

“Okay, let’s just press pause for a second.” Maria said, shaking her head and looking to her husband. “What haven’t you told me?”

“Well,” He began, scratching the back of his neck, and gesturing towards you, “The shop’s lookin’ real good. And she was hoping she could, y’know, get a bed in there, and stay there.”

“So you haven’t moved new people into the house?” You asked her, feeling your stomach swoop down further as you spoke, and your mouth was going dry. “Then, does that mean—”

Tommy held a placating hand toward you, and it just told you all you needed to know.

“When?” You asked, feeling like your fingertips were burning and your chest was going to explode with how tightly it had constricted. They hesitated, so you repeated, more forcefully, “When?”

“No more than a couple hours ago.” Maria said, putting her spoon down on the counter and stepping forward, frowning when you turned away from her. “The guys on the gate spotted ‘em. Pretty banged up, but they’ll be okay. Sent them in to get some rest.”

“And you didn’t come and tell me?” You demanded, though your voice was weak and you had to hold your hand against your chest to try and steady your breathing.

“Kid, we—”

“Don’t call me that!” You snapped, immediately. Tommy sighed through his nose, nodding his head in something close to defeat. “I don’t want to see either of them. I’m not going in there.”

“You don’t have to do anything right now,” Maria said, frowning at your expression. “You can stay here, tonight, and we can sort the shop out for you tomorrow, but…”

Tommy placed a hand against Maria’s shoulder as she trailed off, “We were thinkin’, maybe you guys could talk it out. It’s been a couple months, now.”

“What’s there to talk about?” You questioned, voice sharp and paining your throat as you spoke. “They left me behind. Think that says everything, doesn’t it?”

It was all over their faces, the fact that they wanted to say more, wanted to say something in some kind of defence of the other Miller man, but they knew you. The married couple were more than aware that anything they said would mean nothing to you. You were like Joel, in that way, Tommy had said before. Stubborn.

They nodded, almost in sync, and Maria turned back to the stove, to continue cooking as she had been before.

“Would you get my stuff for me? When you get the chance?” You asked Tommy, who nodded his head, a frown prominent on his face.

“I’ll go first thing.” He replied, secretly hoping that come morning, you’d magically want to make amends with his brother. He knew it wasn’t likely.

“Thank you.” You said, feeling like heat was crawling up your neck the longer you stood there. The fire in your stomach was fading away, just leaving you feeling uncomfortably warm as you stood in the room. “I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” You nodded to the back door, and headed out once they acknowledged your words.

You stepped out, feeling the muggy air cool your lungs. It was colder than you’d expected, especially considering the way heat seemed to cling to everything in these parts, and you had to grind your teeth to stop the shiver that went down your spine.

It was only when Maria called to tell you dinner was ready that you stepped back inside, rubbing your hands against your arms to try and rid your skin of goosebumps.

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Tommy had moved you into the shop the very next day, constructing a makeshift bed frame from whatever wood the town could spare, and bringing a mattress from an out-of-use house. You could tell he had wanted to say something, but he held himself back.

Now, it had been almost two weeks since they had returned to Jackson. And you’d been doing a fantastic job of avoiding any sight of them.

It hadn’t been difficult, in the beginning, with them taking time to rest and recover from their journey — or so Maria had told you. But it got harder as the days went on. They were beginning to explore the town, to join in on jobs, to eat where you would usually eat. It was getting annoying.

For the past few months, you’d found it so hard to live without them, but now, you realised it was much harder to live with them around. Hell, you’d even had to avoid Tommy and Maria’s on occasion, because you’d catch yourself starving before being in a room with the two of them, willingly.

Tommy had mentioned that they’d asked about you, that they’d been wondering where you were, but you didn’t need to say much for him to realise that you didn’t want them privy to any information about you. After all, they’d lost that right when they’d abandoned you here, in a town full of strangers, with no concern of what it might do to you.

You were getting angry, the longer it went on, the suspense of when you’d finally catch glimpse of them was eating you up inside. It was like life before Jackson, that feeling of being constantly on edge, of checking behind your shoulder consistently as time passed by.

It was safe to say that you weren’t happy.

You’d tried to keep yourself busy in the shop, in the little safe space in Jackson that was tucked away, belonging only to you, but things seemed tense outside of Jackson, and with Tommy taking on more patrols, Maria had been left alone an awful lot.

Tommy had asked you not to tell her, and you had absolutely no plans to, but he had asked you to hang around with her a bit more.

Partly for her own good, and mostly for his peace of mind. A little part, which he refused to tell you, was that it was also for your own good. Taking your mind off of Joel and Ellie was the best he could do for you, and this was the only way he knew how.

So, you had spent more time than you could’ve imagined at their house. Ending up falling asleep on their couch more times than you could count, with Maria insisting on waiting for Tommy to get home from his late-night patrols. He often came home to the two of you soundly asleep against the couch cushions, and you often woke up in a different position to what you fell asleep in, a blanket covering you and keeping away the slight chill.

It was one of those mornings, and you were in desperate need for a shower and some fresh clothes. You wrote a note for the two of them, knowing it was far too early for them to be up, given the way the sun was only just rising, to let them know you were going back to the shop.

Your feet were dragging with every step you took, and shuffling your jacket around your shoulders took more effort than you had expected. It was definitely going to be a long day, especially since you had promised Maria that you’d help her cook dinner later, considering she was still very against letting Tommy near the stove.

The morning air woke you up the slightest bit, but the chill of the breeze had you rubbing your hands together, regretting not bringing gloves, though you knew that later on it’d be far too warm for them.

You heard your name, and froze where you stood, hands clutched together, one foot in front of the other.

It was like your heart stopped the second you heard it, like it was being squeezed so tightly it couldn’t beat. The sensation made your chest ache, and you grit your teeth to move past the pain that had become all too familiar.

You heard him stop, his footsteps pausing as he hesitated behind you. You stood still for a moment more, before stepping away as he made a move to continue. He said your name again, trying to call you to a stop once more, but you hurried your pace, checking behind you after you had turned the corner, lucky enough to find nothing there.

A sigh escaped you, relaxing your tense shoulders just a fraction as you made a quick journey back to the shop.

You tried not to notice the anxiety balled in your chest when you finally made it. The way it was twisting up, pulling tighter on your lungs and leaving you feeling breathless as you thought too long on the slightest of interactions.

Despite not seeing his face, hearing Joel’s voice made their presence all too real, and you felt… overwhelmed. Nervous. Scared, maybe.

It was too much.

Why did they have to come back? Especially when you knew they hadn’t come back for you, but for the comforts of Jackson.

This was the only place that resembled the world before, the only place where you could feel something close to safe, and you could be comfortable. This town was a place for family, and it was clear that you didn’t have that, anymore.

Joel and Ellie had returned, but they weren’t your family. They had left you behind, to find your own way, whilst they went on an adventure of their own, creating a network of roots to settle in something close to a family of their own. You wondered if Ellie reminded Joel of his daughter, but tried to put the thought to rest as quickly as it arose.

You stepped into the shower, and tried to let the water wash away all thoughts of Joel and Ellie and family.

Later, when you stood at Maria’s side, stirring a pot on the stove as she took a moment to rest, complaining of the way her child was making her back ache. She told you about how it made her feel incredibly old, but you could see the fact that she appreciated it, as something of a reminder of the fact she was still here.

You had hummed along with her tangent, paying attention to her words but not feeling up to speaking all too much. Of course, Maria had noticed. She certainly prided herself on her observation skills.

“What’s up?” She asked softly, a strange contrast the the harsh voice she had just been speaking with as she had criticised her body for the pain it felt. Her hand was placed against the bump that has grown significantly, and you knew she was feeling maternal once again.

“It’s nothing.” You told her, because it was, wasn’t it? Joel and Ellie didn’t care about you, so why would you care about them?

“Mhm,” She hummed, raising her brows at you, “Sure it is. Got nothing to do with the two living across the street?”

You shook your head, continuing to stir the food, and tried your best to let out the sigh in your chest as a normal breath. It didn’t work, and Maria rolled her eyes at your denial of something that was so obvious. You didn’t say anything else on the matter, and couldn’t help but feel relieved when she finally let it rest. The two of you finished cooking, with you doing most of the work, and her giving all of the instructions.

But hey, you were much better than Tommy was, despite your inexperience.

It was when the door was knocked whilst you and Maria sat in their living room that you felt that tightening of your chest once again. She glanced to you, taking in the way your limbs had immediately tensed, all of your muscles straining like you weren’t sure whether to bolt, or stay completely still.

She raised a hand, telling you to wait where you were, and made her way to the front door after much groaning in her attempts to get up from the sofa cushions. You refrained from telling her that you were surprised she could manage it on her own, considering the size of her baby bump.

“Hey, Maria.” A familiar voice spoke, and your hands clenched into fists against your thighs, “Tommy in?” Joel asked, remaining outside the house.

“No, uh— he’s on a late patrol, today.” Maria responded, her voice much lighter when she spoke to Joel than it had been when the three of you had first arrived to Jackson.

“Ah,” Joel sighed, and you could hear him taking a step back on the porch, disappointment lacing his tone. It was too familiar. “Mind if I pop by, later on?” He asked, far more hopeful than you had ever heard him.

“Uh…” Maria trailed, and you knew she was looking back in the hallway, unsure if you’d be staying overnight. The wooden floorboards of the porch creaked as Joel stepped forward again, and you heard Maria shushing him as you clenched your teeth together. “Not now, Joel. It’s not a good time. I’ll tell Tommy to stop by yours.”

He sighed, and it was like you were back in Boston, with how heavy he sounded.

It was the same way he would sigh when you got too excited over something, like he was disappointed. Back then, you had thought it had been because he couldn’t guarantee anything for you. Now, you had no idea. You had always believed you had known him and Tess almost too well, but over the past few months, you realised just how wrong you were. Back in Boston, if someone had told them what would happen when you arrived in Jackson, you would’ve laughed in their face. Would’ve been so certain that Joel would never leave your side. You had no idea how wrong you were.

You swallowed, your throat feeling tight, and your tongue feeling like it was too big for your mouth as you heard the door shut, and Maria rounded the corner with a tight smile on her face.

With your heart pounding, you looked at her where she stood, and stopped her just before she could sit down, blurting: “Can you cut my hair?”

Her surprise was evident, but Maria nodded her head, and you tried to breathe through the pain in your lungs as you followed her to the kitchen.

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It was week four, and Joel was getting antsy.

Every time he sat down, he found his fingers tapping an unknown rhythm against his trousers, his legs bouncing up and down as he nervously scanned the room, as though you’d appear from around the corner at any second. Of course, it never happened.

Each time he arrived back to the house on Rancher Street, Ellie’s head perked up, the most hopeful he’d seen her since before winter, and he had to shake his head. Had to watch her expression fall.

When he had seen you leaving Tommy and Maria’s, far too early in the morning for anyone to be awake, something had risen in his chest. He knew it was stupid, that he was a fool for thinking you might speak to him after what he did, but he had hoped so badly that you might just understand.

It was the closest he had been to you in weeks, and he hadn’t even managed to see your face up close, had only just about seen a glimpse of it when you had dragged yourself from Tommy’s porch. The moment he had gotten close enough to reach for you, you had bolted, leaving his hand halfway raised into the air as he stared after you, wondering if he should follow you, or let you go.

When he’d arrived at Tommy and Maria’s one evening, hoping to talk to Tommy about his anxieties, he’d found something else. They were shielding you.

And yes, he had asked them to protect you, had trusted them with something he had never even fully trusted himself with, but god. Joel had never expected that they would protect you from him.

But now, here he was, standing in front of an old shop that had likely seen better days, two decades ago. Ellie was by his side, her hand gripping the sleeve of his coat tightly, before she released it to knock loudly against the shop door.

He had half-expected for you to not answer.

Seeing your face, properly, for the first time in months was not the moment Joel had hoped for it to be. Not when your expression had immediately fallen from something of confusion to anger, to something defensive.

“Hi.” Joel breathed, feeling like he should really kick himself for the pathetic attempt at a greeting. Ellie was close to trembling at his side, trying to stay indifferent, but even from the corner of his eye he could see that hope rising in her expression.

“What do you want?” You snapped at them, wanting nothing more than to close the door in their faces, to slam it shut and lock it, to never open it again. But you refrained, something in your chest balling tighter, but you couldn’t help the desire that arose for something. An explanation, maybe. A good enough reason for you to forgive them, perhaps.

Joel jumped in before Ellie could, saying, “Plates!” He saw Ellie’s head whip towards him, a dumbfounded expression painted across her face. He watched you blink in surprise, and saw your expression go towards indifference as you huffed, and moved away from the door, allowing him to push it open a bit more, pulling Ellie in with him. She closed it behind her.

The silence lingers as you busy yourself with fortifying a box, feeling bitterness creeping up your throat. You thought about why they needed plates, and could not grind your teeth together, somewhat hoping that the scratches and dents in the kitchen counters couldn’t be fixed.

“Listen,” Your head snapped up to him, knowing what came next, and saw the way he backed down, the word kid dying on his lips. He cleared his throat as you went back to taping the cardboard box. “We were hopin’… that, uh, we could all have a talk. Clear things up.”

“I don’t know, Joel,” You began, the bitterness falling off of your tongue with every word, “You guys leaving seemed clear enough to me.”

He hated how much older you sounded.

“We left because we had to, not because we wanted to.” Joel defended, immediately, feeling the hope that had been flickering in his chest for the past four weeks sputter out.

“I remember trying to come with you,” You said offhandedly, keeping your eyes on the cardboard box as you put the final third piece of duct tape across the bottom. “You said: ‘me and Ellie. Not you.’ Remember?”

Ellie’s expression fell further, somehow, and Joel gaped for a moment, flashing back to the way your own face had fallen at his words.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” He said your name, almost like a plead, and frowned when you just turned to go towards the back side of the room, beside a closed door. You ignored it, collecting some of the better looking plates that had been stacked up there. “I didn’t want you to get hurt. I know you never asked for any of this.”

“You’re right, I didn’t. I wanted to stay with you. That’s what I wanted. No matter what might’ve happened, I just wanted to be with you two. You took that from me.” You said, voice harsher than Joel had ever heard it, even from when he and Tess had first taken you in. Remembering that version of you was painful, because he saw no resemblance within the you that stood before him.

Ellie spoke up then, her eyebrows furrowed inwards as she became something far too close to angry as she said your name, “You have no idea what we’ve been through—”

“You’re right.” You cut her off, placing the stack of plates in the cardboard box with a loud thud, “I don’t. And who’s fault is that?”

You looked between the two of them, as if you were expecting the answer, but Joel couldn’t bring himself to say it. You were so grown up, and he couldn’t understand it. It had only been a few months.

At their silence, you scoffed, and shoved the box towards them, watching as Joel instinctively shot his hand out to prevent it from falling off of the edge of the counter. He took the box, feeling like it was far too heavy for what it was, but perhaps that was just the conversation.

“I want you guys to go now.” You said, firm, despite the way your voice tried to shake. You wouldn’t let your voice tremor, not in front of them. Not when they didn’t deserve your devastation.

Joel’s face fell, a common theme in each of your recent interactions, and couldn’t help the way he felt sick to his stomach. All those months ago, you had been asking to leave with them, and now here you were, looking at him with eyes that he didn’t recognise, telling him to leave.

“Come on, Ellie.” He said reluctantly, turning away from where you stood, chin held high.

“No!” Ellie replied loudly, her lip trembling as she looked between you and Joel, like she was expecting something to magically repair the rift between you. Unfortunately, this world was real, and it was ugly, and you weren’t sure that fixing things was even possible. “We— We can’t just give up.” She said, pleadingly, looking to Joel to fix things, like she was so used to him doing.

But Joel knew that this was something he couldn’t fix so easily. “We’re not giving up.” He responded then, training his gaze on you, where your eyebrows had furrowed and you had turned your face away from them.

“You should.” You told him, your own trembling lip matching Ellie’s, before you turned away fully, making the short few steps and entering the back room, shutting the door tightly behind you.

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“You asshole!” You yelled, the moment you saw Tommy stood in the kitchen doorway of his home, with him having turned to face you at the sound of his front door slamming open. He looked confused, but you didn’t fall for that expression, even as he said your name in an even more confused tone.

You stormed over to him, pushing your hands against his chest and feeling him take a bracing step back, not stopping you. He held his hands up by his side, surrendering once again, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from stinging with tears.

“How could you fucking do that to me?” You asked almost desperately, pushing your palm against his shoulder again, and then you felt Maria step around him, place a hand toward you that you flinched back from.

“Do what?” Tommy questioned, dumbfounded, and holding a hand up toward Maria, who backed off at your blatant dismissal of comfort.

“Tell them about my shop!”

Tommy’s face became one of realisation, and Maria whacked a hand against his chest. He immediately looked guilty a moment after the realisation, and held his hands out towards you.

“I let it slip, I know, but I didn’t realise he’d noticed. I swear, I wouldn’t tell him that purposely. He came ‘round?” Tommy spoke, frowning when you took a step away from his hands as they reached for you. He couldn’t help but feel like Joel had unravelled all the trust he had built with you, and his frustration grew at the second realisation of the evening. You could only nod in response, your expression a mixture of anger and devastation. “I’m sorry, kiddo, I didn’t mean for that. Joel wants to fix things up, yeah, but—”

“Fix things? Tommy, how could he fix things?” You asked, your volume raising immediately as you cut him off. “Joel— He knew everything about me, and he chose to leave. He left me willingly! That isn’t… every time I see myself, I see those parts that he rejected. How do you fix that? Tell me how you fix that, and I’ll fucking do it, Tommy, but I can’t figure it out. How can you fix that? How can you forgive that?”

You were yelling, you knew you were, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Everything you had built in Jackson was shattering like those stupid plates in that stupid kitchen. Tears were falling down your face, and Tommy blurred away as your eyes continued to fill with them. It felt never ending, this whole situation did. How did you fix this? Could you?

“I don’t know.” Tommy admitted, feeling like his heart could tear from his chest as he looked at you, your breaths shaking as you tried to get through sobs, your face covered in tears, chest heaving. “But we’re going to figure this out. We’ve got you.”

He moved towards you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders when he realised you’d let him. He felt your arms tremble as they wrapped around him, and he stared past your head as he took notice of Joel frowning in the still-open doorway. They shared a look, and Tommy gave Joel an all too familiar expression, one that he used to give when Sarah would be upset. Too upset for anybody else but Joel to be present.

It felt strange, to Joel, not only to be on the receiving end of the look, but because it was concerning you. But what was he meant to do? How could he fix it?

Joel frowned, nodding at his younger brother, and closed their front door as he turned away, breathing out a sigh that felt far too heavy. He needed to figure this out.

“Come on,” Tommy said, after a few moments, when he was certain you hadn’t noticed Joel closing the door. He led you over to the sofa where Maria was waiting, and when you collapsed next to her, they held you between them until you fell asleep, face still wet from tears. “It’ll be okay.” He spoke, quietly, despite knowing you were asleep. He was half saying it to himself and Maria, too. They needed the reassurance just as much as you did.

Tommy decided then, that when you woke up in the morning, he would do his best to help you figure everything out. And as he shared a look with Maria, he knew that she’d be there, helping right at his side.

PART THREE

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sorrowfulrosebud · 5 months

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Part two of this

“MAMAAAAAAAA!!” Your baby wailed as he runs to you, tiny feet pattering against the floor. Your head immediately snaps to your child, barely having time to snatch him into your arms as he jumps at you.

“What’s wrong, sweetpea?” You ask, checking him over for wounds. There was the telltale signs of teeth marks on his chubby little hands, the surrounding area a tiny bit pink. His cheeks wobbled with unshed tears as he sniffled into your neck.

“Did daddy get you again, baby?” You murmur to him, rocking your toddler. He lets out a pathetic sniffle as he plays with your hair.

“Mhm,” he whimpers pitifully. You roll your eyes slightly, knowing just how rough your husband can be. You know he doesn’t mean it, he just adores his baby and gets too riled up when playing.

“Shall mama tell daddy off?” You ask him quietly, holding his hand as you rubbed the soft skin. Your toddler thought for a minute before nodding his head. Katsuki’s blonde locks peeked round the corner, his muscular body following. His eyes widen and you can see the fear in his face when he figures out he’s been ratted on.

“You little snitch! You wanted to play hero’s and villains,” Katsuki grumbled as your son glares at him.

“Dada, it hurt!” He argues back. You have to try not to laugh as your two Bakugou’s bicker. Honestly, if you pitched your husbands voice down and blindfolded yourself, you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who.

“Mama, no laugh! Tell daddy off!” He pouts, cradling his ‘injured hand’. You wipe away your laughter and smile and try to glare at your husband. Katsuki was fighting for his life with his son, trying to excuse himself before stilling at your “glare”.

“Katsuki, what you did was wrong. He’s only little, you need to be more careful! Look at his hand,” you scold lightly. Katsuki didn’t even see the bite marks when he was playing with him.

“Shit, didn’t know I left a mark. You okay squirt? I’m sorry kid, daddy didn’t mean to nip you so hard,” his face slightly melts with guilt. His son’s hand was tiny in his own, as he lifted it to his lips and gave him a little kiss to make him feel better.

“Be caweful daddy, that weally hurt,” he sniffled. You nudge your son.

“Do you want to give daddy a hug? Show you’ve made up?” You murmur into his teeny ear. Your son nods as the tears begin again. Katsuki pulls his son close, kissing the side of his head as he sways with him for a bit.

“I’m sorry, kiddo. Daddy’ll be a lot more careful in the future,” he promised his son quietly. Your son sniffs and nods, wrapping his arms around his father’s neck. Katsuki kisses his son’s head as he settles down. Katsuki extends his arm to you, pulling you in for a family cuddle as your son repositions yourself.

“Have you learned your lesson sweetie?” You teasingly nudge your husband. Katsuki rolls his eyes, pulling you closer and kissing your cheek.

“Yeah yeah, no bitin’ the kid. Guess that means I have to bite you instead!” He lets out a grunt as he nips your cheek, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You try to escape, cursing Katsuki’s inhuman grip on your waist. Laughter spills from you all, Katsuki adding some biting noises to wind you up.

Katsuki alternates between nipping and kissing you gently, your cheeks and neck getting slowly more covered in slobber as your son chortles away. Katsuki lets you breath as he slowly turns to his son. He catches on immediately, squeaking as his father starts to pretend to eat him.

He was super careful of his teeth this time, alternating between blowing raspberries and attacking him with his nose whilst making eating noises.

“Dada stop!” Your son cackles, squirming from his father’s devilish laughter.

“HAHAHA, NEVER!!” Katsuki declares, pulling you closer to alternate between you two. As the sound of your combined precious laughter filtered through his ears,

Katsuki couldn’t help his own laughter.

#🥀 rambles #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #domestic bakugou #father bakugou #katsuki bakugou fluff #Waaa I made myself sad #and so happy at the same time

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blackypanther9 · 9 months

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Uncle x Papa – Nephew!Kid!Lloyd x Adopted Son!Morro x Father!Uncle!Male!Reader (Ninjago)

Part 2

WARNING!: Violence, mention of close to death experience, snake attack, accusation of being an abuser x sexual harrasser, fighting AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Morro stared at Wu’s back with no emotion. He just made Lloyd lose his Dad. He knew that Wu caused Garmadon to be poisoned in the first place. The Great Devourer. Now Lloyd is Father and Motherless. And they had no idea where Lloyd was.

-Two years later-

M/n was losing hope. He looked for Lloyd everywhere. He doubted that Garmadon sent Lloyd to Jamanakai. He needed a way into the Underworld. To his luck, he soon enough found a way.

“Morro, pack your sword. I found a way to the Underworld. Let us find out where Lloyd is at.”, M/n said one day.

Morro was fast as lightning and snatched his sword. M/n teleported to a camp with Skeletons and he looked at Samukai.

“So ? Where is Garmadon ?”

A shadow appeared of him and it was in shock.

“M/n ? Morro ?”

“Garmadon ? We need to talk in person.”, M/n said.

“Bring them to me.”, Garmadon demanded.

Samukai nodded and Morro and M/n jumped onto their vehicle. They sped up and soon vanished in a portal. The Skeletons lead them to Garmadon and he just stood there.

“Oh little Brother... Look what happened to you. Are you okay ?”, M/n asked softly.

“I am just fine. How are you two and Lloyd ?”, Garmadon asked.

Morro looked at Garmadon worried.

“We are worried sick. We searched all over Ninjago, but we haven’t found Lloyd anywhere. Where did you sent him to ?”

Garmadon froze in place.

“I...I sent him into the boarding school near Ninjago City. Darkley's Boarding School for Bad Boys.”

M/n nodded.

“I will search him there then.”

“Me too !”, Morro insisted.

M/n nodded his head.

“You too.”

“You have been looking for two years and didn’t look there ?”, Garmadon asked.

“We didn’t have any clues where you left him. I thought he was at a Kita or at one of the places we hid as kids at, but nothing. Then I looked around everywhere, but not inside SCHOOLS. God, Garmadon, Lloyd was FOUR. A FOUR year old doesn’t GO to SCHOOL. Especially NOT a BOARDING SCHOOL.”

“You have a point...”, Garmadon muttered.

“Are you sure you are okay ?”, Morro asked.

“I miss my child, but that is all.”

Morro looked at him saddened.

“I bet he misses you too.”, he replied.

Garmadon looked at Morro.

“Do me a favor, Morro.”

He looked at the banished man.

“Protect Lloyd at all costs, for me, okay ?”

Morro gave Garmadon a determined look.

“I will. I promise.”, he replied.

“Thank you.”

He looked at M/n next and hugged Morro and M/n tightly.

“Find my Son and keep him save, please.”, Garmadon whispered.

“We won’t let you down.”, M/n replied.

-Time skip-

After a while they left and instantly went to the boarding school. They said that they were about to kick Lloyd out, for not being bad enough.

As the Director led them to Lloyd’s room, Morro saw him getting picked on by two other boys. He ran over and pushed them away from Lloyd.

“Oww ! Hey ! Do you know who I am ?!”, one of the two boys yelled at Morro.

“I don’t know you, nor do I CARE ! Leave my COUSIN alone, you little crybaby ! If you wanna feel better about yourself, pick on yourself, Coward !”, Morro yelled.

The two boys got up and saw Morro, shielding Lloyd from them. He looked at Morro in awe. He remembered Morro, even if it was just barely.

The boys laughed.

“That Baby is YOUR cousin ?! Man I would throw him out of my Family tree !”, the other boy said, laughing.

Lloyd looked away, saddened and hurt. Morro was angry. He punched the second boy hard in the face, breaking his nose and the other boy he kicked down. They were both crying and looking at him scared.

Morro scoffed.

“You weeping little shits, DARE to make fun of my cousin, even though you are fucking Crybabies ? Get out of my sight, before I make you wish you were never born.”, Morro threatened.

They quickly got up and ran for their lives. Morro turned around and looked at Lloyd, worried.

“Are you okay ? God, finally we found you. Who else bullied you ? Do I need to kick someone else’s ass ?”, Morro fretted over Lloyd, checking on him.

M/n glared at the Director.

“You better keep these brats under control, before I file a lawsuit on your asses.”, M/n threatened.

“I can file one against your child, Sir ! He hurt two children !”

“And they hurt MY NEPHEW ! And you didn’t do SHIT about it ! File a report, I will file multiple against your Bitch ass !”, M/n yelled at him angered.

The Director shut up instantly. M/n meant business and it scared the man.

Morro smirked at the Director darkly and stuck his tongue out. After that they collected Lloyd’s belongings and left. They went back home and M/n instantly gave Lloyd his own room.

“Are you sure you are okay, Lloyd ?”, the 15 year old Teenager asked.

“Now I am.”, he replied softly.

Then he hugged Morro tightly. He hugged him back.

“Thank you, for helping me and getting me out of there.”

“Of course. We were looking for you everywhere.”

“Did anyone visit you, Lloyd ?”, M/n asked.

“No... Uncle Wu didn’t. Mom didn’t and Dad didn’t either...”, he replied saddened.

“Well, your Dad is banished to another place, right now. He is unable to come visit you. But I am sure he will send you cards.”

Morro was angered that Wu didn’t even bother to visit Lloyd. What a prick !

-A few months later-

Morro was running after Lloyd in Jamanakai.

“Lloyd, no more troubles ! M/n will kill us !”

“Just one last time. I want some Candy...”

“Lloyd, just ask M/n, he will give you some money to buy sweets.”

“I know I won’t get any, but at least I’ll have fun, right ? It’s just gonna be a joke. Also, you KNOW that I wanna be just like my Dad, one day, Morro.”

Morro grimaced at that. Garmadon doesn’t want that for him though. Before Morro could say anything, he started to scare everyone and demanded for sweets. All he got was vegetables and fruit. Morro chuckled, caught an apple and took a bite from it, grinning at Lloyd.

“I hate vegetables !”, Lloyd complained, but almost smiled in the middle of it.

Sure he hated vegetables and fruit, but he expected something like this and it was fun to Lloyd. Yes his clothes will later be dirty, but he WANTED this. That was why Morro didn’t step in.

Morro chuckled and took another bite from his apple. He even looked at the salesman who threw it and gave him two yen for it, which the man thanked him for. (I don’t know how yen work, I just go with 1 yen = 1$.)

Morro got unnerved though, as he saw four colorful, hooded dressed people pick Lloyd up and telling them that nothing was there to see. He followed them and watched what they did. Then he saw that they hung him up in a Dragons maw of a roof, he got angry.

He attacked the Ninja and then saw the weapons. Golden Weapons.

‘Wu !’, Morro thought with distaste.

They had no chance to react and were on the floor.

“Who do you think you are, to do that to a CHILD ?! He doesn’t KNOW better ! And what are you supposed to be, huh ?! Bullies ?!”, Morro yelled angered at the men.

With Wind he got Lloyd down gently, who was actually sad and felt humiliated.

“Then teach him how to behave !”, the one dressed in red yelled like a snotty kid.

“Were you NEVER children ?! He was just fooling around, like damn ! He is a KID !”, Morro yelled.

“He is the SON of EVIL itself !”, the red dressed man yelled.

“YOUR SENSEI IS THE EVIL ITSELF ! HE ALMOST KILLED ME ! HE NEVER VISITED HIS OWN NEPHEW ! HE ABANDONED BOTH HIS OWN BROTHERS ! HE ABANDONED ME ! And what are you now supposed to be ?! The next laugh figures ?!”, Morro yelled at him angered and pissed off.

Lloyd hid behind Morro, scared.

“M-Morro ?”, Lloyd called softly.

He turned to look at Lloyd.

“What is it, Kiddo ?”, he asked, voice soft.

“C-can we just go home ? I don’t wanna play anymore...”, Lloyd asked softly, tears in his eyes.

Morro looked at him with sympathy and hugged Lloyd softly.

“Give me a second, okay ? Don’t run off.”, Morro asked.

Lloyd nodded and let go of Morro.

He used his Wind to blow the other Ninja after himself into an alley.

“How did you-?!”, the blue one wanted to ask, but Morro interrupted him.

“Lloyd was just messing around. Have you all never been a kid ? He never knew his Mom, Wu, his own Uncle, didn’t even visit him and Garmadon was the only one who cared for him, until he got banished to the Underworld. For you it might sound like some sob story of a kid, but he only had his Father to look up to. Sure he wants to be just like him, but mostly he just pulls pranks and other things. He knew he won’t get any candy, he just wanted to play. Leave a kid alone and let them be a fucking child, will you ?”, Morro said, heatedly.

They stared at him.

“We-we had no idea. Wait...Wu is his Uncle and he never visited him ?”, the black one asked.

Morro made a sour face.

“Not even once. He was on the boarding school for bad boys and we pulled him out of it, a few months ago. Everyone bullied him for not being bad enough. He lives with M/n and me now. M/n is Lloyd’s other Uncle and I am his adopted Son, which makes me Lloyd’s cousin. M/n has been pretty busy lately, to get food on the table and I am taking care of Lloyd. He barely did any damage, just messed around and tried to have some fun. I would have been more worried, if he stole items.”

“Sensei Wu never told us about a M/n, Lloyd and Morro. How do we know you are not lying ?”, the white one asked.

Morro’s face darkened.

“Mention our names and ask him about us. That you met us here. I bet he will be surprised to hear that I am still alive.”, Morro answered darkly.

“Still alive ? You mentioned he almost got you killed. Why ?”

Morro stayed silent for a while.

“It is a taboo thing to talk about in the household I live in, for Lloyd’s sake. But let us just say, Wu made me believe in something...Something I was so determined to be, that when he said I am not it...I tried to prove him wrong. I left as he continued to refuse to try and told him I will prove to him that I am worthy. I almost died in the Caves of Despair. M/n and Garmadon found me just in time, before I would have either suffocated to death or burned into my death. The exit was blocked and M/n got me out in time. Lloyd was a baby when it happened and Garmadon was still....well...Garmadon. A Father, an Uncle, a Husband and a Brother. And he was great in all of that.”

They stared at Morro, who gave an angered and betrayed smile.

“Turned out, that Garmadon and M/n were trying to find me, even though M/n doubted I was still around. It was a close call. But Sensei Wu, who had claimed that he cared for me like I was his Son ? He didn’t even BOTHER to look for me.”, Morro spat out.

They were in utter shock. Then Morro left, saying nothing else. He looked for Lloyd and he didn’t find him.

‘What is he planning now...?’

Morro looked around and suddenly...

“BOO !”, Lloyd yelled and jumped out of a corner.

Morro looked at him bored and Lloyd lost his smile.

“I didn’t scare you ?”, he asked saddened.

Morro then grabbed his heart and made a show out of it.

“Oh ! Oh my God ! How could you ?! I can’t breathe !”, Morro fake coughed and then fell to the ground.

He pretended to be dead and Lloyd giggled, until he noticed that Morro didn’t get back up.

“M-Morro ? Morro, it isn’t funny anymore ! Please wake up !”, Lloyd panicked.

Suddenly Morro snatched Lloyd, held him on top of his chest on the floor and tickled him, making the boy yelp and screech in laughter.

“Nohohoho ! Mohohohohrrhohohoho ! Ahahahaha !”, Lloyd laughed out loudly, struggling to get free.

“Never ! I will punish you with tickles !”, Morro yelled.

They both didn’t even notice that the Ninja still watched them, feeling disgusted with themselves how they treated Lloyd a few minutes ago. Lloyd laughed out a stop and Morro did stop, noticing that Lloyd couldn’t breathe.

“You good ?”

“Yes !”, Lloyd chirped.

“Still wanna go home ?”, Morro asked.

“Can we...take a walk ?”, Lloyd asked sheepishly.

“Sure. Come on, on my back you go.”, Morro said, leaning down.

Lloyd jumped onto Morro’s back and he ran away with him, making Lloyd laugh.

“Faster horsie !”, Lloyd laughed out.

Morro made noises of a horse and they left Jamanakai together.

“We were absolute assholes to a child...”, Cole said.

“He didn’t even ask for our names.”, Zane informed.

“Why would he ? He made it clear that he hated us for hurting Lloyd.”, Jay deadpanned.

Kai was silent, but he didn’t like Morro all that much. They left Jamanakai, while Morro and Lloyd walked together, Lloyd kicking stones around. Then they found the tomb of Hypnobrai and got curious.

Morro never heard of the snakes and the tombs they were locked up in. They thought they found a treasure chamber, no one else found. Maybe, if they find a Treasure in there, they can help M/n to not overwork himself anymore ! So they opened it and fell inside. Morro used the find to give Lloyd and himself a soft landing.

“It is just Ice, no Treasure...”, Lloyd said saddened.

Morro saw something in the reflection and backed away. The 15 year old had a very bad feeling about this. Lloyd was about to get hypnotized, but Morro pulled him away and they escaped the tomb. This wasn’t good...

They got in big trouble again.

-Time skip-

Morro promptly went home with Lloyd and M/n looked at the two boys in worry, as he saw Morro’s panic.

“What happened ?”, he asked.

“I...It’s all my fault, Papa ! Lloyd and I, we opened something and there were hypnotizing snakes in it ! We-we thought it was a place where a treasure was hidden away, that no one else found ! I’m so sorry !”, Morro exploded with tears running down his face.

He knew M/n will get mad. He told him many times to not do anything stupid.

M/n surprised Morro when he hugged him tightly.

“It’s okay, Morro. It’s okay... Shhh... You opened the tomb of the Hypnobrai. One of the five tombs, of the Serpentine tribes.”

“I am so sorry, Papa. I didn’t mean to. We really thought it was just a treasure, we thought maybe we can help you out that way, because you are always so busy.”, Morro explained quickly.

M/n ran his hand through Morro’s hair, something that calmed him down, M/n found out.

“It’s okay. I am not mad at you two. I didn’t tell you and they didn’t really make it obvious. Let us just hope that the tribes won’t become friends again.”

Morro and Lloyd hugged M/n, glad that he isn’t pissed off with them.

“By the way, Wu has four new students. They are big bullies. Lloyd fooled around in the village Jamanakai and they wanted to hang him up by his pants on someone’s roof.”, Morro informed.

M/n froze at that and his grip tightened on the both of them.

“Are they a danger ?”, he asked.

“No. I got them down easily.”

“Good. Then I will not have to lock you up in here, for safety reasons.”

“Can’t we make friends with the snakes ?”, Lloyd asked.

M/n looked at Lloyd sharply.

“You NEVER trust a snake, Lloyd. They always fool you. They promise to be your friend, but as soon as there is something they don’t like, they turn their back on you. NEVER EVER trust a snake, okay ? And don’t look Hypnobrais in the eyes, okay ?”, M/n asked.

Morro and Lloyd nodded their heads.

“Good. So...Lloyd, do you want some candy ? I saw that your stash was empty.”, M/n asked.

His eyes widened in wonder.

“Can we get some, Morro ? Please ?”, Lloyd asked.

Morro sighed and smiled at Lloyd.

“Fine. But remember that you will get a limit. I want to get myself some things too, is that okay, Dad ?”, Morro asked.

“What do you WANT to get, hmm ? Hopefully not some naughty comics.”, M/n said suspiciously.

Morro made a disgusted face.

“Daaaaaaaaaad ! No ! I just want to get myself a few pens, coloring pencils, notebooks and maybe one or two history books. Please ?”

“Fine, fine.”, M/n said chuckling.

He gave Morro the money and he eagerly took it. He and Lloyd got pocket money, but M/n wants them to save the money for something they really want one day and M/n can’t afford it.

“Can you also get some apples for me and a few vegetables ?”, M/n asked Morro.

“We can !”, he answered with a bright smile.

With that they went back to Jamanakai, or better...flew. Lloyd loved flying with Morro.

They got the vegetables, candy, apples and were now in the writing utensils store, as people started screaming. Morro got concerned and he put everything down on the floor.

“Watch over this, Lloyd, I will be back shortly.”, Morro said softly.

Lloyd nodded and hid with the stuff behind the shelves. Morro left the store and saw the snakes, they accidently freed. His eyes widened. He opened the shop doors again.

“Lloyd call Papa ! You, Sir, lock up your doors and windows ! Hypnobrai are slithering outside on the streets !”, Morro warned.

The man looked unimpressed, while Lloyd fumbled with the small phone he had gotten from M/n. He quickly called him. A Hypnobrai entered and the man yelled and jumped into action of shutting down everything. Morro kicked the snake out and left the shop altogether.

“MORRO, DON’T LEAVE ME !”, Lloyd yelled in fear.

Then M/n picked up.

“Lloyd what is it ?”, he asked.

“Hypnobrais in Jamanakai ! Morro is fighting them off right now ! I am in the writing utensils store ! The owner closes the shop down, please do something ! I’m scared for Morro !”, Lloyd yelled in panic with tears in his eyes.

The owner of the shop wanted to kick Lloyd out for his stunt earlier, but when he heard how scared he was, he let him stay and locked the doors instead.

“I am on my way, Lloyd. Stay in the shop, behave, stay brave and do NOT look at Hypnobrais !”

“Okay !”

Then they hung up and Lloyd just sat there, sobbing and worrying for his cousin.

-With Morro-

Morro had his eyes closed most of the time, while he fought them. He used his Element to feel any changes and to not bump into anything. He punched, kicked and sent snakes flying. Some villagers were already hypnotized, so Morro had to be careful to not hurt them.

He needed the staff. Either the staff controlled them, or it had the antidote ! He needed it !

He jumped on a roof and opened his eyes, to see that he did kick some snake ass. He saw the leader with the staff and then the colorful Ninja.

‘Them again ?’

They saw him and joined him.

“What is going on here ? Are these real snakes ?”, the black one asked.

“Oh well...Lloyd and I took a walk and we THOUGHT it was a hidden treasure place and opened it, we couldn’t close it again and now they are free. M/n never told us, so....sorry ? They just attacked the village. I think we need the staff.”

“How are we supposed to fight them, if we can’t look at them ?!”, the blue one yelled frustrated.

“Jay, calm down.”, the black one said.

“It is easy actually. Don’t look at them. Look at the floor and just until you see feet. At least that is how I learned to fight blindly.”, Morro answered.

“You THOUGHT it was a hidden treasure place ?!”, the red one yelled.

“It was badly signed to be a serpentine’s tomb ! There stood nothing about it, so what were we supposed to think ?!”, Morro argued back.

“He has a point, Kai.”, the white Ninja stated.

“Shut up, Zane !”, Kai replied.

“We can argue later, do you think you can manage ?”, Morro asked.

“Sure !”, Jay replied.

With that they jumped down, landing like fools on their asses and stomachs. Morro face palmed himself.

He watched them a few minutes, trying to fight them and they were rookies in it. Morro was amused as they ran away from them. He followed them with a cocky smirk.

As they were hidden he looked at them.

“You were saying~?”, he asked teasingly.

“Oh shut it ! You didn’t do anything !”, Kai replied.

“I kicked ass before and I was interested how you would do. But you are such bloody rookies. My god, you were worse than I was for my first training session.”, Morro replied with a smirk.

The black one still tried to recover and get air into his lungs.

“Are you okay Cole ?”

“I’m okay !”, he replied.

Then a girl appeared.

“Nya ?! What are you doing here ?!”, Kai asked.

“I wanted to go grocery shopping, if you forgot. They hypnotized everyone in the village.”, she said.

“Sexy and smart woman. I like her.”, Morro said.

She turned and looked at him.

“Who are you ?”, she asked.

“Oh, Pardon. My name is Morro. I am here with Lloyd, but he is locked inside a shop, safely.”

“Stay away from my Sister !”, Kai yelled angered.

“Your Sister ? Man she has more brain cells and skills than you then.”, Morro said bored.

“How do we heal them, smartass ?”, Kai asked angered.

“I guess the staff. Either it controls them as a whole or it has the antidote. Mix it with water, it should make a fog they need to inhale. I read about something like that in a book.”, Morro said shrugging his shoulders.

“That is right. You need the staff and put it into the water fountain ! It will let out the antidote after !”, Nya said.

They all stared at her and then at Morro, who smirked in triumph.

“This Nya girl is very smart. Why can’t you be just as smart, red head ?”

With that Morro left.

“Hey !”, Kai yelled and followed him.

The others did too, until Nya, she stayed behind, blushing at what Morro said. She felt charmed. Morro jumped from the roof and ran for the leader of the tribe, closed his eyes and used the Wind to navigate.

Soon he was behind the leader and kicked him harshly down. He fell and Morro snatched the staff, using Wind to make the others be blown against a wall. The other Ninja just watched and didn’t notice that Cole was getting hypnotized.

Morro connected the staff to the fountain and the fog rose. Many inhaled it without help and those who needed it, had help from healed villagers. Then M/n appeared out of nowhere and saw the snakes escaping.

He didn’t follow them, he looked at Morro instead.

“Morro ! Are you alright ?! Is Lloyd okay ?!”, M/n asked worried.

“Hello, Papa. I wanted to check on Lloyd right now. He is in this shop.”, Morro answered and pointed at it.

He disappeared and appeared in the shop again. He saw Lloyd there, sniffling, while the shop owner tried to cheer him up.

“Hello, Sir.”

The man looked up and saw M/n.

“Hello.”

“You can open your shop again now. The snakes are gone. Lloyd, are you okay ?”, M/n asked.

He got up and hugged M/n tightly.

“Uncle !”, he yelled and cried into his pant leg.

“Hey, hey, shhh... I’m here....I’m here...shhh...”, M/n tried to soothe the boy.

“Is Morro okay ?!”, he asked in worry.

“Morro is just fine. He saved the village.”

The owner opened the shop and Morro came inside.

“Thank you for keeping my Cousin save, Sir. Is your shop still open ? I wanted to buy a few things...”, Morro asked.

“It is open again. Pick what you want, I will be at the counter.”, the man replied kindly.

Morro nodded in appreciation and then went over to Lloyd.

“Hello, you three cheese high. How are you ? Are you alright ?”, Morro asked.

“I-I’m okay. Are you ?”, Lloyd asked.

“I am okay. Everything is save again.”, Morro replied.

Then the Ninja entered, with Nya. They saw all three of them instantly. Nya blushed as she saw Morro again.

“I will pick my items and then we can go home and watch a Movie, okay, Lloyd ?”, Morro asked softly.

Lloyd nodded. Morro got up and left their sides, looking around for the things he needed. He found the perfect coloring pencils, some lead pencils, a new pen and then some notebooks. Then he spotted gel pens, that had different colors, but they were a bit over his budget to get. He turned to M/n.

“Hey, Papa ?”, he called.

“Yes, Son ?”, M/n replied.

“Can I have these pens ? I could mark my stuff better with them.”, Morro asked.

M/n looked at the gel pens and the price.

“How much are you over your budget ?”

“Uhm...three yen...”, he said softly.

M/n looked at Morro.

“Lloyd need anything ?”

“He didn’t say anything.”

“Can I have this coloring book ?”, Lloyd asked and held up a coloring book of animals.

“How much, Lloyd ?”

He looked at the price.

“Two yen, Uncle !”

“Give it to your Cousin.”, M/n said.

Then he pulled out five more yen and gave them to Morro. He had a bright smile on his face as he got the five more yen. He went to the counter and put everything on the counter. The man didn’t pull the gel pens and coloring book over the scanner though and said a price.

“But the two things are still missing.”, Morro said.

“They are for free.”, the owner said with a kind smile.

Morro was in surprise and paid the 17 yen. The man bagged the items for Morro and then gave the bag to him.

“Have fun with these things and come back again.”, the man said kindly.

Morro gave him a smile and then wished him a good day. With that they left the shop, were about to go home, only to be stopped by the Ninja, who stood outside again.

“So that is your Dad, huh ?”, Kai asked, mocking the word ‘Dad’.

“Leave Morro alone, you big, ugly bully !”, Lloyd yelled, standing in front of Morro, protectively.

Morro put his hands on Lloyd’s shoulders.

“Lloyd, I’m okay. He can’t bully me with such silly things.”, Morro said softly, with a smile.

“I suggest you leave my Son and Nephew alone, Kai Smith. Otherwise I will be forced to teach you a lesson.”, M/n said darkly.

Cole and Jay backed away in slight fear, while Zane studied him and Nya only eyed Morro, but she was surprised that M/n knew Kai.

“What lesson ? How to look ugly ? Hahaha ! Bring it, old man !”, Kai provoked.

M/n didn’t look old. And it didn’t faze M/n that he called him old. He tapped Morro’s shoulder and he backed away with Lloyd.

Kai went straight for M/n’s valuables, but M/n teleported out of the way and as he reappeared he kicked him in the ass harshly, making Kai yelp in pain and smack face first into a house wall.

Everyone stared at him in shock, besides Lloyd and Morro. Morro smirked at Kai’s misery and Lloyd looked at M/n with amazement and wonder.

“That was so COOL, Uncle ! I want to learn that too ! Teach me ! Teach me !”, Lloyd said excitedly.

“When you are older, Lloyd.”, M/n assured.

Morro only chuckled and then caught Nya staring at him. She turned away, blushing. He crooked his head to his left side and then approached her.

“Hey, Nya, wasn’t it ?”, Morro asked with kindness.

She flinched.

“Huh. Mynameyes,uh....Hi...”, she talked too quickly and then sheepishly only said hello.

Morro chuckled at that.

“Want to meet up tomorrow somewhere ? Maybe in the woods ? Around after Lunch ? We could take a walk and chat with each other, watch the sunset and I can bring you home too, if you want.”, Morro offered.

“Sure !”, she said excitedly, then cleared her throat.

“I mean, sure, if you want.”, she said, trying to sound less like a child.

“Hey ! You have to take care of me tomorrow !”, Lloyd protested.

Morro rolled his eyes with a small smile.

“Oh no, then you will have to deal with another member in the Team tomorrow, Lloyd.”, Morro teased.

“I HATE girls ! They are yuck !”, Lloyd yelled.

Morro laughed and turned back to Nya.

“Don’t mind him, he will warm up to you.”, he told her.

“I won’t !”, Lloyd protested.

Morro laughed again and gave her a smile.

“We meet at the entrance of the woods. I will find you, don’t worry. And Lloyd won’t be annoying.”, Morro said the last sentence teasingly.

Lloyd crossed his arms and muttered something under his breath.

“Okay. I will try to be there on time.”, she replied.

Morro smiled.

“Hey ! No, no, no ! You stay away from MY Sister ! Who knows what you will do to her ! Maybe you will hurt her or force her into something she doesn’t want !”, Kai accused.

“Excuse me ?”, M/n said very slowly and darkly.

Kai’s eyes widened in horror, he forgot about M/n. Morro took a breath. He was unsure who M/n meant.

“My Son is NOT a Rapist, nor is he abusive, BOY ! You can’t control HER life either. If Morro would ever be doing something like that, you can be damn sure that I will send him to jail myself.”, M/n said darkly and slapped the back of Kai’s head harshly, making him yelp.

Then M/n looked at Morro.

“I hope you will NOT piss off this girl. She looks like she can kick your butt, if you make her angry.”

Morro smiled.

“I don’t plan to, Papa.”

“Good.”

“Can we take the staff ?”, Nya asked and pointed at it.

Morro looked at it and shrugged his shoulders.

“Sure. I don’t want it. Have it.”, he said with a smile.

“Let’s go, Son. Lloyd wants his Movie.”, M/n said.

Morro nodded his head to Nya as a farewell and then went to his Father’s side, then they teleported away. Nya was so excited. They flew back home on their Dragons and she ran away from Kai, before he could lecture her.

They decided to talk to Sensei Wu about Morro, Lloyd and M/n. So they entered his room and he was there.

“What do you need ?”, Wu asked, sipping his tea.

“We met some people that said you know them. They aren’t...very fond of you.”, Zane stated.

“What were their names ?”

“Morro and M/n.”, Jay answered.

Wu spat out his tea in shock.

to be continued...

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floatyflowers · 9 months

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Dark Platonic! Rich Father x Reader

Cecil, your father, was a teen dad, working two jobs to provide for you until he decided to take a loan from the bank to open a small business.

It only took him six years to become the richest man in the country.

All that happened, because Cecil wants you to have the best life.

No father wants their child to live in poverty.

As you grow older, you realise how your father became more possessive and controlling.

He homeschooled you and paid for the best tutors in fear that someone might take advantage of you.

Cecil would provide you with the best food, education, and clothes you need.

However, if you want an allowance, then you have to earn it by...

Respecting him and doing as he tells you.

Going with him to the company and helping him with paper work.

Just so he can keep watching you.

If you misbehave, you will be locked up for a week without any connection to the outside world, you will only receive your meals.

You cannot go out without him or without being surrounded by at least three bodyguards.

He tried to be your friend, so you don't have any friends, but it seems like you always felt uneasy in his presence.

At the age of fifteen, you called child protective services on him after your father threatened to lock you up for a whole month if you didn't cut off your friendships.

Unfortunately, CPS did nothing because Cecil managed to convince them with his money that you are mentally unstable.

"I'm really disappointed in you, you have lost my trust, (Y/n)"

#tw: toxic relationships #platonic yandere #reader insert #yandere father #yandere oc #rich #money #daughter reader

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edenianleena · 6 months

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OMG, Bi-Han.👀❄️💙✨

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sukunas-wife · 1 month

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What about the idea that baby Yuuji overhears the screams in the bedroom and thinks Sukuna is hurting mommy?🥺Mommy's little protector. Or the baby asks why they need a collar on the bed, but the mother lies that it is for their future dog/cat. Sukuna is unhappy, but is forced to get a pet because Yuuji is too happy

Hehe pervert 🤭 I’m joking 🥹🤍 but I love the idea

This is the first time your little sweet heart Yuji wasn’t by your side. Today his heart was set on following Uraume around, he was set on following him convinced at times of the day he was just a ghost who would vanish into thin air. Uraume didn’t have a problem with letting his young master follow him as long as he didn’t have to slow down his own business.

You’d see them cross your path a few times that day, Yuji always waving his chubby hand at you with a bright smile before running off to catch up.

The first time Sukuna saw you that day was just before midday, you were out in the garden under the plum tree fingers grazing the fruits you craved. He strolled over scaring you when you felt two of his hands on your waist, the third reaching up with ease to pull down the golden plums you struggled to reach.

“Thank you,” you reached up to his face bringing him down to kiss his lips, he bit at your bottom lip before he pulled away looking at you amused, “Where’s my son?” You turned to face him, smiling as your eyes moved away from him, “OUR son wanted to assure Uraume is not a spirit. Yuji is set on following them around from dawn till dusk.”

You looked back up at Sukuna, he brought a hand up to each side of your waist, “Is that so?” You felt like prey when he pressed you back against the tree, his third arm pressed over head against the bark, his fourth hand came up grabbing a strand of your hair running it between his fingers. “Well, now that you don't have our little brat with you, what are you going to do?” He leaned down closer to your face, his scent filled your air accompanied by his low suggestive tone, “More importantly what are we going to do together.” All it took in that moment was for his lips to meet yours while he brought you closer to his body, holding you close and whispering filthy words against your lips.

It was four or five hours past midday, one or two hours before dinner. Uraume was still on the move with purpose in their step and their mind set on completing whatever tasks Sukuna had assigned them that morning.

One of those tasks was to bring fresh robes to Sukuna’s separate chambers. Which lead Uraume to enter though your shared chambers and they would’ve gladly ignored the sound of wooden frame of your bed creaking. Not have batted an eye at Lord Sukuna’s muffled grunts and your quiet cries. Uraume, the master of “I mind my own damn business but I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS” went about business until they heard the small voice.

“Uwaume! Mommy’s crying! We need to help her!” Uraume quickly snapped around snatching up Yuji, “Don’t worry Young Yuji, your mother is perfectly-“ Both of them were cut off by the sound of wood cracking and a slam. Followed by Lord Sukuna’s voice reverberating clearly through the heavy wooden doors to your private chamber. The last thing was your weak voice saying Sukuna’s name. The string of curses and your name from his father had Yuji shoving his way out of Uraume’s hold and running to your doors.

Behind closed doors you almost peed yourself hearing the bangs on the door and Yuji’s screams. “MOMMY MOMMY ARE YOU OKAY!? DADDY IF YOUR HURT MOMMY IM IMA! IM GONNA…” the banging stopped, “LEMME GO LEEMMEEEE GGOOOOAAAGGGGHHHHHHH” you could almost see the way Yuji was kicking and squirming in Uraume’s hold.

Your heart was racing, and you took a deep breath, “Su,” you looked down at him where he was still laying on you. He looked up at you amused, “Your son just threatened me through a door for hurting you.” His chest rumbled as he let out a breathy laugh. You rolled your eyes, “OUR SON, just heard you trying to give him a sibling and your humoured that all that came from it was he was threatening you?” Your eyebrows raised with a slight smile, you were amused but still concerned for what your little Yuji heard.

Sukuna groaned rolling off your body to avoid crushing you entirely, your bed creaked and finished falling to the floor as the last two legs gave out. You tried not to laugh at Sukuna’s slightly widened eyes. “Your next bed will be one of those made of solid cedar. These raised beds are flimsy and break always.” Rolling over to his side you placed a hand on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, “Or maybe, you shouldn't let your ego get so big and see if you can break every new bed you bring into my chambers?” Sukuna looked away, both arms on the side you were pressed up against holding you close, “I’ll think about it. Now come here, take that collar off before it taints your skin red.”

Almost an hour passed of Uraume holding Yuji like a sack of potatoes under his arm to keep him from running to your room. In that hour you briefly fell asleep under the graze of Sukuna’s hands. The red leather Sukuna had his name branded into was pulled off your neck and thrown onto your bed to be cleaned up later with your bed.

Waking up from your short rest you got up, Sukuna helping tie your Obi and managing to loosely tie your hair in a nice manner. Of course you couldn’t walk away from him without having your ass smacked. Your walking was cut short the moment you tried and couldn’t take more than a few steps and your own legs caving causing you to fall into your husband who was smirking down at you with lidded eyes. The puff in chest, pride in his lidded eyes, the smug “heh,” you almost missed made you side eye him. “You were the one who asked me,” he mimicked your voice poorly, “Please please fuck me Sukuna, give me everything.”

While he snickered he assisted in helping you sit in your shared chambers bed while poking and prodding at you and your sensitive bruising body.

Sukuna was chuckling to himself as he pulled the blanket over your lap, “I’ll call for Uraume or one of your little maids to bring you dinner. I’ll tell them you’ve fallen ill and it’s best to let you eat and rest.”

There you sat, watching your husband look back at you one last time with a faint smile before he left. You sat in the silence taking a breath, that was until you heard a familiar scream and the sound of little feet running in your direction, “OI BRAT! I JUST TOLD YOU YOUR MOTHERS ILL!” You laughed silently at Sukuna’s yelling, Yuji who let out a little grunt and shoved with all his weight against the wooden doors, “mmoommyy!!?!” He ran to your side of the bed doing everything to climb up, even pulling your blanket down so he could hold on and pull himself up. When he was finally on the bed he sat on your legs looking up at you with those big round eyes, “Are you okay?” His little hands came together, he was looking at you with so much concern it squeezed your heart making you wanted to kiss all over his face and fawn over him.

So you did, he laughed being pulled into your chest as you kissed all over his face and squeezing him in a tight hug that he did his best to hug you back. “Yes baby I’m alright, daddy and I were just having a discussion and you know your daddy.” Yuji laughed, eyes closing while he smiled big “hehe he breaks things.”

It wasn’t long before Sukuna walked in with one of your ladies, she was holding a tray with your dinner, Yuji bounced off your lap and onto the floor “Wanna go see what daddy broke.” You watched as he ran to your room, pushing past the door. Your lady in waiting helped you adjust yourself to be able to eat whatever was served. That was until you heard Yuji’s loud cheery voice “WERE GETTING A DOGGY!?”

You were confused as you looked at Sukuna and he seemed equally confused until you saw his eyes widen slightly before he went back to a neutral expression.

“Yuji, we are not getting a mutt.” You watched as he got closer to your door and you understood why he came to that idea, you looked down at your food feeling heat rise in your cheeks, “but it even had a name!” Yuji came running out of your room with the bright red collar in hand, an oval token hanging that said “Princess” . He had the biggest smile and was visibly excited.

Your lady in waiting was quick to dismiss herself as you waved her off, “We ARE getting a dog Yuji, come here.” You waved him over moving your tray off your lap, “Y/n- we’re not getting a- we are Ryomen.” You gave him a look and he gave you a look. You were both stuck in a stare off, the tension was there, “Ooouu that’s why daddy broke the bed, he can’t say no.” Sukuna looked taken aback, “I said no! And No is no!” He crossed his arms over his chest staring down at You and Yuji who sat in your lap holding the collar. Yuji looked up at you with a smile kicking his feet waiting to hear what you would say.

“Sukuna.” Your brows raised before you angled your head taking the collar from Yuji, “Why wouldn’t we get a DOG if we have a COLLAR.” you spoke through gritted teeth and he kept a hard stare on you, Yuji brought his little fists up to cover his smile, he was looking up at you with stars in his eyes, if anyone could bend his father like bamboo it was you.

Sukuna sighed and rolled his eyes, “FINE- but I'M choosing it, and NO ONE gets a say.” Yuji’s cheer of pure joy made him kick out his legs and throw out his arms. He was quick to hug you and kiss your chefs before running to his dad hugging his leg, “thank you daddy.” Sukuna couldn’t deny he had a soft spot in his soul for his son, especially when he placed a hand on Yuji’s head giving his head a rub. “Sure brat.”

A week had passed and you were outside with Yuji, he was using a stick like a sword attacking a tree making all sorts of sounds as if he were really fighting for his life.

“Oouuuuaaahhh” Yuji’s hands dropped to his sides when he saw his daddy emerge from the path.

“Mommy…” you were just as shocked. Here came Sukuna tether in hand. Until he got to both of you, “well?”

“Sukuna…” you looked at Yuji who looked excited, his eyes were wide and shining, his smile was big and his little fists were shaking in excitement as he stood there basically vibrating in excitement, “That’s not a dog..”

“IT'S A TIGER!!” You didn’t catch Yuji as he ran and hugged the tiger, your eye was twitching while he buried his face in the tiger's neck, his little arms not enough to encircle the beast.

“It’s better than a mutt,” you watched as he knelt, on arms resting on the tigers back, the other leaving firm pats on the tigers chest. Keeping the tether in his hand. “It’s tame also, she came from a palace where she was used to guard someone’s children, so she’ll take care of Yuji.”

You wanted to reject the idea just to hear Yuji’s little voice “I love you princess.” It squeezed your heart to see how cute he looked hugging her, she sat bringing one of her big paws over his shoulder like she was actually hugging him.

“I don’t think… I don't think it's good.- you hear that Yuji? I don’t think your mom wants us to keep her?” He looked at you while hugging Princess, his eyes started to tear up, dammit you never thought he’d use that against you, much less would it be that effective., “Please mommy?” He was looking up at you, and Sukuna was too, behind his son he had a sly smile, turning your plan against you, then there was princess, who looked up at you, purring while Yuji held on tighter, “Fine- but no Tigers on my bed, and maybe a new name… I don’t think the collar we have was meant for a fully grown… tiger..”

Yuji ran hugging you, “Daddy can get her a new collar and we can think of a new name like… like… lightning!” You snorted trying to not laugh, “Lightning is cute Yu, but I think she needs a better name.” He hummed, thinking while looking around, “What about lilies like the flower?” His little finger pointed past you, you turned to see the tiger lily he was pointing at, “It’s a pretty name if you like it.”

He walked over to Lily, his hands on her cheeks fluffing the tufts of fur, “What do you think lily?” The only response he got was Lily nuzzling his face with her nose, “I think she likes it.”

You looked at Sukuna and didn’t miss the smile on his face and the soft expression on his face. He loved his brat. You knew that he didn’t just find a tiger in some palace, he had to have already planned it to some extent.

Walking to his side you hugged his side, “I love you.” Doing your best with your free hand to pull him down, you kissed his cheek and he let out a “heh” sound. “So how long have you really had this planned?” You cocked a brow with a sure smile, “From the day of Yuji’s birth it was made known to me, one of those fools that live scared behind palace walls imported more than just a few.” You saw the smug look on his face and shook your head with a smile, “You are beyond belief.”

“LOOK” both of you turned to Yuji who had jumped on Lily trying to ride her, “Go lily go!” She only looked back at him and you looked away with a smile before Sukuna dropped the tether, “You heard the boy Lily.”

All you heard was Yuji’s scream when Lily started a decent pace run. Your mouth opened slightly, “su- he’ll be fine.” Was all Sukuna said cutting you off before wrapping both arms on his side around you. “Now, let’s talk about your punishment for defying me so openly in front of my son.” He took your jaw in one of his free hands, making you look up at him, those lidded eyes and sly smile made your nerves tingle, “Oh?”

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