βgah!- oh. oh, okay.. okayβ¦ so weβre doing this?β lloyd was patrolling for hours, he came back late. it upset you obviously, so you needed him now. you didnβt give him time to take off his gi, you just unzipped his pants and started stroking him off while he was still sitting on the bed.
βwait, can i at least take off myβ ah!β he couldnβt talk, too overwhelmed with your soft fingers wrapped around his warmth. he tensed and laid his back against the bed, chest heaving. he was struggling. he bit his fist to keep quiet. you werenβt even talking.
βlistenβ iβm sorry, i promise ill be home early. please. please..β he begged. he didnβt even know why he was begging. you slowed to a stop, crawling on the bed to lay beside him. his chest was still heaving. you pressed a kiss to his lips, he softly bit down on your bottom lip when you pulled away. he looked at you for a long time.
βyou promise, lloyd?β you caress his cheek, his eyes fluttered. he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like a man whoβd been starving. βyeah, i promise.β you smiled at that. lloydβs gaze met yours when he opened his eyes. βcan you.. keep doing that?β lloyd whispered like he was ashamed of even saying it. reluctance.
βdoing what, lloyd? canβt you use your words?β
βplease.β
βplease what?β
ββ¦ please keep stroking. please.β
you leaned closer, pressing a kiss to his jaw. βthatβs my baby.β you whispered, sitting upβ your arm outstretched, you started stroking him again, a fist on your cheek. he tensed again, then relaxed. he let out a soft, uncharacteristic shaky breath. you were unraveling him. you leaned closer to his face, looking at him.
βfaster..β barely a breath escaped his lips. βwhat was that, lloyd?β you went slower, a torturous pace that made him so irritated. he groaned, then he whined. βfaster, please! please!β he exclaimed, you smiled and went faster. his body clenched. he was getting close.
your thumb pressed against his tip, applying a soft pressure. lloyd was audible. he moaned, soft and low. then he whined, thenβ sniff.. sniffle.
lloyd was crying.
βhah.. please.. please..β he sniffled, begging for you to go even faster. βmore..β lloydβs head rolled back against the mattress. βoh, lloyd.. look at you.β you cooed at him, soft and tender. you went faster. he whimpered, his cock twitching.
βiβm close.. oh iβm so close, please.. please!β lloyd was getting louder. βiβm gonna come, iβm gonnaββ he clamped his eyes shut, clenched up and with a loud moan came his release. he sobbed a little more, shivering. βaww, baby. you did so good for me..β you wiped his tears with your free hand.
βiβmβ iβm gonna get you back for this..β
he didnβt sound convincing.
tae note: holy shit my first serious drabble where I donβt run my mouth about how much im hopping dih LOVE YOU GUYS!! xx π₯ΉβπΎ
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summary β these are just some of the head cannons I though of that represents the ninja in a relationship, personally i think all of them are so sweet!
author's note β made character mood boards as a bonus!! the layout took me forever since I am quite new to using tumblr. this is my first post so hope you guys enjoy it :)
β§ lloyd garmadon σ β§
always checks that you're comfortable before making any romantic move. he'll ask before your first kiss, your first time holding hands, everything
he gets flustered embarrassingly fast. one compliment and he's hiding his face behind his hoodie
after a nightmare, he instinctively reaches for you before he's even fully awake
he has a habit of staring at you without realizing it. you'll catch him smiling to himself across the room
whenever he thinks you're upset with him, he overthinks everything until you reassure him
takes care of you when your sick, won't let you lift a finger
he carries little things that remind him of you a bracelet, a photo in his wallet, something small tucked into his pocket
he remembers every tiny detail you tell him. your favorite flower, your coffee order, that one song you mentioned six months ago
he loves forehead kisses. they make him feel safe, and giving them is his favorite way to say "i love you"
he's surprisingly clingy after difficult missions, quietly sitting beside you with your shoulders touching
when you play with his hair while he's reading or meditating, he'll completely melt
he always notices when you're exhausted before you do and gently convinces you to rest
he gets ridiculously stressed over gifts because he wants whatever he gives you to have meaning
if you wear his hoodie, he'll pretend he doesn't care⦠but secretly thinks it's the cutest thing ever
he isn't great at talking about his fears, but once he trusts you enough to open up, he tells you everything
he never lets go of your hand first
he tends to push his problems down, so you need to coax him for him to open up, he doesn't want you to worry
β§ kai smith σ β§
you guys sure argue about his ego
physical touch ALL the time, 24/7 always has this arm wrapped around you, hugging, kissing you name it
EVERYONE knows that youβre a couple, always brags about you
heβs always over confident about kissing, even at the beginning of your guyβs relationship
loves french kisses and intimate makeouts
if you kiss him first, he getβs super flustered and his cheeks turn red
if he sees some other guy starting at you, he will wrap his arm around you and kiss your cheek
he is definitely the jealous type but he tries really hard to hide it
when driving, he puts his arm on your thigh
tried way to hard to impress you on your first date
his love language is words of affirmation so when he sweet-talks or flirts itβs his way of showing you that he loves you
facetimes you all the time when your apart
when he is turned on, there is always a mischievous glint in his eyes
wraps his jacket around you when your cold
gives you heated massages if your sore from training or on your period
speeds a lot especially during the night
loves kids but likes to tell them crazy exaggerated stories
always holds your hands when your out especially if you have cold hands he warms it up for you
loves giving you presents, one here and there especially on your birthday or holiday's he loves spoiling you
β§ jay walker σ β§
always trying to make you laugh, even during serious moments. if he hears you laugh, he considers his mission accomplished
talks... a lot. tells you every random thought that pops into his head and expects you to do the same
gets butterflies every single time you hold his hand, no matter how long you've been dating
he accidentally blurts out "i love you" way earlier than he planned, then immediately starts panicking
absolutely melts when you play with his hair
texts you constantly. memes, random photos, "look at this cloud," "this reminded me of you"
gets worried easily and always asks you to text him when you get home safely
he loves cuddling under blankets while watching terrible movies together
when he's nervous he rambles so much that he forgets what he was trying to say in the first place
will absolutely hype you up before anything important. "you're gonna crush it. i know you will."
he's terrible at keeping surprises because he gets too excited to wait
loves stealing quick kisses whenever he walks past you
if you're sad, he'll do literally anything to cheer you up
he always gets competitive when playing games together and dramatically accuses you of cheating whenever he loses
falls asleep almost instantly if you're playing with his hair or tracing little shapes on his arm
he still gets flustered when you compliment him and starts smiling like an idiot without realizing it
β§ nya smith σ β§
acts tough, but she's incredibly protective over you
she isn't overly clingy, but she'll always find some excuse to stand close to you
quality time is everything to her. she doesn't care what you're doing as long as you're together
she teaches you self-defense because she wants you to be able to protect yourself too
she'll patch you up after training while quietly reminding you to be more careful next time
she notices the smallest changes in your mood before anyone else does
not huge on public displays of affection, but she'll casually intertwine your fingers or bump your shoulder with hers
the first time she kissed you she acted completely calm⦠then spent the rest of the day internally freaking out
she loves late-night conversations where you both talk about your dreams and fears
she always believes you can handle yourself, but she'll still step in if someone crosses a line
she steals your hoodies even if she has plenty of her own
if you're stressed she'll quietly take over whatever you're doing so you can rest for a while
she remembers every tiny detail you mention and surprises you with it months later
she gives the kind of compliments that stick with you for years because they're always genuine
when she smiles at you after a long day, it somehow makes everything feel okay again
β§ zane julian σ β§
makes you warm tea before you even realize you're getting sick
he remembers every important date without needing reminders
his love language is acts of service.
if something makes your day easier, he'll do it without being asked
he'll quietly drape a blanket over you if you fall asleep on the couch
asks about your interests because he genuinely wants to understand everything that makes you happy
he's an incredible listener and never interrupts when you're talking
gives the most thoughtful gifts because he pays attention to every little thing you mention throughout the year
he isn't naturally affectionate at first, but once he realizes you enjoy it, he'll gently hold your hand whenever you're together
he compliments you so sincerely that you know he means every word
if you're overwhelmed, he'll calmly help you organize your thoughts one step at a time
he learns your favorite recipes just so he can make them for you whenever you've had a rough day
he loves watching you explain things you're passionate about, even if he already knows the subject
he'll stand slightly in front of you whenever he senses danger without even thinking about it
if you hug him unexpectedly, he'll pause for half a second before hugging you back just a little tighter
he has a habit of softly brushing your hair away from your face while you're talking because he likes seeing your smile
β§ cole brookstone σ β§
his hugs solve about 90% of your problems
always offers you the first bite of whatever he's eating... unless it's cake. then he has to think about it first
he loves cooking with you even if the kitchen becomes a complete disaster afterward
he naturally reaches for your hand whenever you're walking together
he's the one everyone goes to for advice, and you're the one he trusts with his own worries
if you're cold, he'll hand over his hoodie before you even ask
he's incredibly patient whenever you're upset and never rushes you to talk before you're ready
absolutely loves lazy mornings where neither of you has to be anywhere
he's surprisingly shy about receiving compliments and usually just rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin
he'll pick you up and spin you around just because he felt like it
always saves you a seat beside him without thinking
his shoulder is basically your designated pillow during movie nights or long trips
he pretends to complain when you steal his food, but he secretly starts ordering extra just for you
he'll carry the heavy bags without hesitation and insists it's "not even that heavy"
he falls asleep holding your hand more often than he'll ever admit
(Remember! English is not my native language. I translate all my texts through a translator. If you find any mistakes, don't be afraid to write to me about them. And don't criticize too much, please)
NEGLECT!reader...
Who lived sixteen years of her life in a small village without the Internet and other attributes of civilization.
Who has been studying martial arts and inner cultivation from her mother since childhood.
Who grew up to be an inquisitive, active and hardworking girl.
Whose house was built in Japanese style, surrounded by large trees and a small pond filled with water lilies.
Who woke up at night from the noise and a terrible premonition.
Who felt an unfamiliar emptiness inside.
Who finds her mother dead. Their house is almost completely destroyed.
Who, with tears in her eyes, buries her mother's ashes after cremation in the family plot, promising to come to memorial services.
Which goes to the nearest city on foot.
Who thinks about cold revenge, thinking over every detail, as she was taught, and does not succumb to feelings immediately.
When she gets to the police station, she talks about her story and her mother's death.
Who donates DNA to find the next of kin to take care of her.
Who is surprised when her father turns out to be a well-known millionaire (whom the girl hears about for the first time, for lack of means of communication, TV and even radio) and is surprised by the taste of her mother.
Who, despite everything, is happy to join a new big family.
Who is surprised by so many children, because she grew up all alone.
Who doesn't like Gotham because of its filth and stench.
Who quickly becomes friends with Alfred while they drive to the mansion. The girl seems to the butler to be an innocent and very sweet person.
Who for the first time, appearing on the threshold of the mansion, expects warm and joyful greetings, parental hugs from her father, as her mother did.
Which gets harsh reality instead of expectations. She is not warmly welcomed. To be honest, no one meets her at all.
Who is in no hurry to get upset. Perhaps everyone is busy with their own business. She doesn't want to disturb them.
Who is unaccustomed to living in a new room. It's bigger than her room in the old house.
Who meets her father at dinner.
Who is very happy to meet him and shares all her feelings about her new home and the city, despite how everyone looks at her askance.
Who, unbeknownst to herself, becomes part of her father's team, or, better to say, Batman.
Who is certainly happy to help people and use her power to help others.
Who, despite this, still remains aloof from the family.
They find her clumsy and awkward. She can't play games with them because she doesn't know how, and they're not eager to teach her. They don't invite her to watch a movie because she won't be able to discuss it with them properly. Even when she learns everything on her own and tries to brag about her achievements, everyone just rushes away, citing important matters.
Who doesn't know how a phone works, and only Alfred helps her learn how to use it. The girl is fascinated by this little smart device. When she asks for the numbers of her siblings, she hears awkward excuses that they won't be able to say them now.
Who thinks she can get close to someone on shared patrols, but gets only an annoyed look in return and short answers to her questions.
Her father is always busy. At work during the day and on patrol at night. The girl does not dare to disturb his short-lived rest, realizing that he is getting tired. Bruce does not show any action to get closer to his daughter, thinking that she has found friends among his other children.
Dick is too busy, and when they see each other, he only spoils her hairstyle with his pats and eternal promises for the future.
Tim, as she thought, would be more lenient towards her, because they are the same age and will definitely be able to make friends, but it turned out the opposite. He seemed to mock her for her ignorance of technology and feminine naivety.
Damian was the worst. He constantly talked to her about her weaknesses and his superiority over her. That he was younger than her, but in fact the opposite was true. And he attacked her several times with his katana. Thank the gods that the years of training with Mom were not in vain, and she easily dodged the blade every time.
Duke was simple. He didn't laugh at her, but he also didn't try to protect her from the ridicule of others. And the girl didn't try to get close to him on her own.
Thinking that it would be easier with the girls, she tried in every possible way to get closer to them. Barbara answered her questions without paying attention, and the reader quickly realized that it would be better for her to leave. Stephanie had her own friends and Tim, who discouraged the girl from getting to know the blonde. The last one was Cass, but one of her cold looks made the reader break out in a cold sweat, and she gave up trying to get close to at least someone.
Who decides to get some air (although it's almost impossible in this bustling city) and take a walk.
Who wanders into a small cafe, which turns out to be the best place in the whole city. It's so sunny, bright and kind compared to the rest of the gloomy city.
Who is enthusiastically sitting at the table, waiting for her green tea.
Who falls into a stupor when she meets the bright green eyes of the guy who just entered.
Who suddenly blushes at the sudden eye contact.
Who immediately looks away when the person opposite awkwardly waves and smiles.
Who sees a guy taking a lot of pizza boxes from a girl at the checkout and walking out.
Who notices that some of the visitors are casting sidelong glances at the blonde's back.
Who is still thinking about that meeting during the night patrol, when she is alone again.
Who notices out of the corner of her eye a bright green silhouette that quickly disappeared into the darkness and, becoming interested, hurries after him.
Who never finds the green man, no matter how much she searches, and cannot sleep all night from obsessive guesses about who that night man was, and excitement before the first trip to a new school.
Who lazily gets out of bed after the alarm goes off and, ignoring the fatigue and pain in her body, quickly gets dressed and washes, noticing the bruises under her eyes.
Who drives in awkward silence with her brothers and quickly leaves as soon as the car stops at the school, briefly thanking Alfred.
Who falls asleep almost on the move when she bumps into something, or, more precisely, into someone.
Who sees those same green eyes from yesterday's cafe and, in her opinion, perfect hair.
Whose face burns when she realizes she's staring at a guy while her stuff is on the floor.
Who stutteringly apologizes, starting to pack her things, noticing that the guy is helping her. Awkwardly packing up and apologizing to each other, Lloyd, as the guy introduced himself, offers to bring the girl to her class.
Who is surprised when she finds out from the conversation that it is better for her not to spend a lot of time with him, because this can have a bad effect on her reputation.
It seems strange to her, because how such a nice and sweet guy can get into trouble.
Who thanks Lloyd for his help and comes to her first lesson.
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[Oh, my God, I've been gone so long. It's been a terrible week. and I was very tired of yesterday's school photo shoot, but I finished it anyway. I had it for about a week and I couldn't finish it. now I'll try to get up to speed and write more often. thank you for the ]
warnings: rough sex, cum play, size kink, breeding kink, choking, Dom!Lloyd, manhandling, restrained wrists, aftercare if you squint.
The sun hung low over the training courtyard, casting long golden streaks across the polished tiles where Sora and Arin moved in tandem under Lloydβs stern gaze. He moved like a bladeβsharp, controlled, every muscle taut under the thin white gi that clung to his torso, fabric soaked in places with sweat that glinted in the light. His sleeves were pushed back to the elbows, revealing forearms veined and strong, flexing each time he corrected Arinβs stance or deflected Soraβs strikes with effortless precision.
But it was the bandana that did it.
That bright green cloth tied around his brow, dampened with sweat, loose strands of blond hair curling around itβit crowned him, made him look half-warrior, half-god. It wasnβt fair. That headband had no right to make him look so fucking dominant and fuckable.
You leaned against the wall with a water bottle in hand, barely pretending to watch the kids. Your eyes were all for him. The way his muscles rolled under his gi when he moved, how his voice dropped when giving a command, the barely leashed authority in every movementβit had your thighs clenching in silence.
Then it happened. He looked at you.
Just a flick of the eyes during a lull in sparring, but the smirk that tugged at his lips said everything. He saw your flushed cheeks. He knew.
Later, the kids were dismissed. And Lloyd stalked over to you the moment the gates closed behind them.
βThought you were being real cute over there,β he murmured as he cornered you against the wall, his breath already warm against your cheek, βstarinβ like that. You think I didnβt notice?β
βI wasnβtββ
βYou were,β he cut in, low and dark, pressing you back with his body, hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. βYou were watching me like you were about to drop to your knees right there. Is that what you want, baby? You want your Master?β
The word made your knees buckle, and he caught your thigh, gripping tight. He chuckled, lips brushing your ear.
βUpstairs. Now.β
You barely made it to the bedroom before he shoved you face-first onto the bed, tearing your clothes off with practiced urgency. You gasped at the sudden chill of the air, then moaned when his hands were on youβeverywhereβpalming your breasts, squeezing your hips, dragging you backward until your ass was pressed flush to his already hard dick.
βYou know what this outfit does to you,β you whined, voice muffled against the sheets. βYou know.β
βYeah?β he muttered, tugging the green bandana from his head and twisting it in his hands. βThen maybe I should teach you a fuckinβ lesson for staring.β
He grabbed both your wrists and yanked them behind your back, binding them with the damp bandana, the fabric still warm from his sweat. The knot was tight, secure, pulling your shoulders back, arching your spine.
And then he stripped. You didnβt have to see him to feel the weight of his cock as it brushed against your thighβthick, heavy, hard. When he lined up behind you, dragging his length slowly through your folds, it made your back arch even further, your toes curling.
βYouβre dripping,β he hissed. βAll from watching me train. Fuck, thatβs pathetic.β
You whimperedβthen screamed when he thrust in hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke that made your whole body seize. He was massiveβstretching you past what felt possible, splitting you open with each thick inch. Your bound wrists twisted behind you, useless against the force of his hips as he began to pound.
βL-Lloydβ!β
βYou take it,β he growled, one hand in your hair, the other pressing between your shoulder blades, forcing you down. βYou take every inch. You like it when I fuck you dumb?β
βY-yes, yesβ! So full, ffuckβ!β
βThatβs right. Can feel it in your guts. Gonna fill you up till I break you.β
His balls slapped against your soaked pussy, each thrust accompanied by loud, wet smacks. Your cunt clenched down, spasming around his cock with every brutal stroke, your body drooling slick onto the sheets.
He reached down and slapped your ass hardβonce, twiceβthen gripped both cheeks and spread you wide, watching himself fuck in and out of you.
βLook at that,β he muttered, voice tight. βYouβre stretched wide open. Bet you can feel me in your fucking womb.β
You could. God, you could. And it was too much. Too thick. Too deep. You were delirious, drooling against the bedspread, sobbing, your walls fluttering around him in desperate spasms.
βYou gonna cum for me, pretty thing? Huh?β
βPleaseβpleaseβ
He pressed a hand around your throat, dragging your head back so you could gasp for airβjust enoughβbefore he fucked harder. Deeper. You screamed, body convulsing, the orgasm ripping through you like lightning.
But he didnβt stop.
βGonna cum so deep in this tight little pussy youβll be leaking for days.β
βD-do itβpleaseβplease!β
He growled something incoherent, yanked you up by the bandana at your wrists, and slammed into you one last time, balls tight, cock throbbing.
Then he came.
Hot. Endless. A flood of cum spilling into your womb, thick and warm and so much, it forced a moan from your lips. You could feel itβropes of it, jet after jet painting your insides, coating every inch of your pulsing cunt.
He held there, buried, cock twitching inside you.
You collapsed forward, breath gone, body trembling, still bound. Lloyd leaned over you, lips brushing your ear.
βSuch a good girl,β he whispered. βTook it all. So proud of you.β
Then he pulled out, slowly, and you felt itβhis cum leaking from your sore, gaping hole. He knelt between your thighs and used two fingers to spread you open, watching it drip.
βLook at that mess. Fuck, Iβm gonna need to stuff it back in, huh?β
He didβfingers pushing his spend back into your cunt, slow and indulgent, while you whined beneath him from the overstimulation. His voice dropped soft again, coaxing, praising.
βShh. You did perfect. Just relax now. I got you.β
And he untied the bandana, kissed your wrists, kissed your spine, your shoulder. Gathered you into his arms, still naked and wrecked, and laid you in his lap like you were something precious. Something his.
βNext time you stare like that,β he whispered, lips brushing your temple, βIβm fucking you right in the training yard.β
βPoor Arin and Soraβ¦β You mumbled.
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ΰΌ.Β° He messes with you the whole time, throwing flour at you or taking some batter from the bowl.
ΰΌ.Β° He gets so impatient once you put the pan in the oven.
ΰΌ.Β° "How much time is left?" 15 minutes or so "15 minutes?!" he'll whine...then ask again in a bit.
ΰΌ.Β° You end up doing most of the work, but he does all the dishes so itβs a fair trade to him.
ΰΌ.Β° While you're cooking, heβll go behind you and kiss your cheek or rest his arms around your waist, he just likes to be near you.
ΰΌ.Β° If he takes the lead, not much gets done and you both end up with some really messed up looking cookies...
ΰΌ.Β° " I swear ! I followed the steps exactly like you said!" he'll try and defend himself, but you both know he got distracted messing around with you.
ΰΌ.Β° When you two finally make a good batch, you cuddle on the couch and eat them, and he'll make some smart comment about how hard he worked. But after you give him a look, he'll laugh and kiss your head, thanking you for all the work you put into it.
Cole Brookestone
ΰΌ.Β° He'll do all the mixing while you pour each ingredient in and read him the instructions. He doesn't mind doing "most" of the work.
ΰΌ.Β° He will swipe some batter on your face to mess with you a bit, but after a nice laugh from you, he'll clean it up and give a light apology.
ΰΌ.Β° "Sorry..sorry!" he'll say while laughing a bit still.
ΰΌ.Β° You offer to do the dishes since he did a majority of the baking, and he agrees on one condition. You let him lick some of the leftover batter.
ΰΌ.Β° He smiles and eagerly takes the bowl from you, taking up any batter that might have been left behind. He also gets another spoon and gives you a taste!
ΰΌ.Β° While you're waiting for the timer to go off, he'll sit with you at the table and hold your hands in his, rubbing his fingers over them and giving you a small smile.
ΰΌ.Β° "This is really fun, I like spending time together like this". The calm atmosphere was different, but neither of you seemed to mind.
ΰΌ.Β° When the timer goes off, you take the cake out of the oven and let it cool. When it's finally ready, he lets you take the first bite, and you both get a piece and eat it in silence, simply enjoying each other's company.
Jay Walker
ΰΌ.Β° Having you and Jay in the kitchen is not a good mix...by any means..
ΰΌ.Β° Its not that the two of you aren't trying.. it's just that there's way too much laughter and messing around for anything to actually be done properly.
ΰΌ.Β° Each time you add too much or too little of something, he comes up with a joke, and each time he misses a step you tease him for it.
ΰΌ.Β° By the end, you two have something that looks unbakeable... and a disaster of a kitchen, the two of you just sit in silence before breaking out and laughing hysterically.
ΰΌ.Β°" oh my god..we suck at this!" he'll say while catching his breath from laughing too much.
ΰΌ.Β° You both clean up the kitchen to the best of your abilities and head out for ice cream instead, reminiscing on each mistake you made while sitting down and eating from your cup.
ΰΌ.Β° "I think this was a much better idea.." he'll say and kiss your hand.
Zane Julien
ΰΌ.Β° The two of you work perfectly together, not a single thing gets misplaced or goes undone!
ΰΌ.Β° You make nice conversation while never detaching from the task at hand. Itβs really peaceful and calm with him.
ΰΌ.Β° You read him directions, but if he feels as if he's been hogging all the work, he'll signal you over and let you help him mix some stuff together.
ΰΌ.Β° "Would you like to try mixing it a bit? I need some help." He'll smile as he hands you the spoon and rests his hand on yours as you mix.
ΰΌ.Β° The two of you make an amazing dessert. It's baked evenly, and each ingredient complements the others. Maybe it helps that you're with the best cook out of all the ninja.
ΰΌ.Β° He insists on cleaning everything up while you enjoy the food, and before you know it, he's all done and taking a seat next to you, stealing a bite from your plate.
ΰΌ.Β° "So what do you think?" he'll ask even though he can clearly see it's good by your expression. He laughs and takes a few more bites from you as you two enjoy the rest of your night.
Lloyd Garmadon
ΰΌ.Β° He takes it very seriously. He really wants to make sure that they come out perfect or as close to perfect as the two of you can get!
ΰΌ.Β° He does however, sneak a few chocolate chips out of the bag when you don't look, hoping you don't notice.
ΰΌ.Β° While you two are working, flour ends up on both of your faces, but you don't realize it until you look up. He laughs and grabs a rag to clean it off both of you, but it only makes it worse, smearing it all over as the two of you laugh.
ΰΌ.Β° He'll sit on the floor with you watching the oven until the timer goes off, and the two of you can talk about anything and everything.
ΰΌ.Β° When the timer does go off, he doesn't really notice it at first since he's so invested in what you're talking about...or he's just staring as you talk about something.
ΰΌ.Β° He asks you to take the first bite since he wants them to be good and he really, really values your opinion.
ΰΌ.Β° "Okay, but are they actually good?" he'll ask repeatedly until he takes a bite. He smiles when he realizes they turned out nicely and kisses your cheek, the two of you cuddle up and watch a movie the rest of your night.
Cole is probably the strongest ninja so heβs terrified of hurting you. Youβd think someone as tall as Cole would be the holder but no. Itβs you because heβs too scared of squeezing. Though you can convince him most of the timeβ whatβs not to like about holding him?
Jay: Literally anything
Jay will happily go along with anything you wantβ¦but his all time favorite is being tangled with you. Just having you there all tangled with him makes Jay realize that yes you do love him just as much as he loves you and it makes him so happy.
Kai: Cradle
It makes Kai feel cool. Let him hold you, it boosts his ego. While heβll annoyingly brag about it, itβs worth it because heβs just so warm. On cold nights Kai will let you snuggle up to him, tease you for being so cold, but wrap his arms around you.
Lloyd: Spooning
It just calms Lloyd, having you in his arms makes him happy. Knowing that youβre safe in his arms relaxes him and for once he gets a good night's rest. Once Lloyddiscovers youβre the answer to his nightmares he is never sleeping without you again. So yeah, be ready to be clinged to when itβs time for bed.
Nya: Any
Nya doesnβt care much about the position but mainly sheβll be the one holding you. Maybe itβs because Nya originally had to prove herself but something about holding you makes her just feel strong.
Zane: Him as a pillow
Iβll be honest, Iβm not sure cuddling with Zane would be the most comfortable thingβ¦i meanβ¦heβs a nindroid. But weβre going to pretend thereβs cushioning around him and it just makes him like a pillow! Zane doesnβt move during sleep so you just lay on him with him as your pillow.
"How could you possibly have thought that was okay?" [Name] questions, hooking her fan behind her back as she and Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, her husband and ying, stand side by side. You could tell that they are in some sort of relationship due to the colours of their gi. Whilst [Name] wears cream as her focus colour, there hints of green on her headband and the wrists of her top. And Lloyd has cream over his chest and on his headband. Oh, you are wondering who they are both yelling at? Wyldfire. Could it really be anyone else? "There was so little thought in the action, I am more astounded than I am mad!"
"Sheβs right," Lloyd agrees, crossing his arms. His sword is tucked behind him in its hilt, glinting in the sun. "What were you thinking? We are a team. Everything that we do, it needs to be in sync and it needs to be together,"
Wyldfire rolls her eyes, before making a face. She is caked in mud. And there is dirt on her face. Obviously.Β
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" [Name] demands, raising her eyebrows. Sora, Arin, Riyu, Euphrasia and Frak peek their heads out from the poles outside the monastery as they look inwards.Β
"Youβre acting like my parents," Wyldfire scoffs, crossing her arms. "I was fine! And I handled that situation perfectly!"Β
Lloyd and [Name] look at each other, before [Name] turns to Wyldfire in disbelief and Lloyd turns to her in complete confusion. The situation which left half of the two covered in mud? That situation?!Β
"You are literally not fine! Look at your appearance!"
"Then Iβll go bathe, mom!" Wyldfire shouts, storming off as she throws her hands up in the air. She grumbles, walking past Sora, Arin, Riyu, EuphrasiaΒ and Frak. Lloyd watches the red head walk away, letting the muscles in his shoulder relax slightly. [Name] sighs, rubbing the middle of her eyebrows.Β
"She called you mom, you know,"
"You literally call me mommy,"
"The kids are right there,"
Lloyd cuts up onions, putting it in the sizzling pain as he looks over at the table where [Name] has fallen asleep. Which he expected. It's been a rough few days. The rest of the older Ninja have duties scattered across the realms. So her and Lloyd have had to do everything themselves. Which is fine?Β
Itβs not fine. And he really hopes that he and [Name] can take a break soon, but for now? They unfortunately need to hope that they do not push it to their breaking points.Β
He takes the knife from her hand, placing it in the sink as he folds his hoodie and rests it underneath her head. [Name] lets out a small sigh before snuggling into it. He smiles, kissing her forehead before he goes back to cooking.Β
Cooking for so many kids is not as hard as Lloyd thought it was going to be. He can cook pretty well. Yeah, because [Name] taught him. Years ago, she would not let him cook by himself.Β
The door slides open, Arin in a cosy white hoodie as he and Euphrasia walk in. Her curls are tied up and away from her face as she is dressed in a soft orange vest.Β
"Momβs asleep?" Arin questions, noticing [Name]βs resting form. Lloydβs eyebrows raise slightly but he makes no comment. Mom? Are they going to start calling him dad next?Β
"Y-yeah," He nods, putting the tomatoes in the pan. "Itβs been a rough week. She needs to rest,"
"So do you," Euphrasia smiles.Β
"Yeah, Dad," Arin shrugs. And they called him dad. Why does he feel kind of fuzzy?Β "We can take over cooking and weβll wake you up when the foodβs ready,"
"Uhβ¦sure," He cannot believe this. When did they get so mature? He picks [Name] up with ease as he leaves the kitchen. When did he and [Name] become parents?
