#and i couldn't eat in front of anyone and only had a couple of safe foods

[hairtusk]

i get emotional sometimes thinking about how well i eat when i'm at my boyfriend's place, because he's the only person ever in my life who has cared enough about me to find and prepare meals that i can handle with my ARFID :')

[ageingfangirl2]

Cook For A Day! Luffy (OPLA)

Sanji gets sick and leaves y/n in charge of cooking duties. y/n is new to the crew and worries no one will like their cooking, unaware that Luffy will eat just about anything put in front of him. Luffy x Reader (Fluff)

Y/N

'y/n come here for a moment,' Sanji croaks, voice hoarse as you pass by his cabin and open the door.

Sanji knew it had to be you walking around the ship this early because no one else bothered to get up before sunrise, and since joining the crew only a month ago you were an early bird and liked to help Sanji in the kitchen because he also got up early.

'You sound awful Sanji, are you okay?' you ask, concerned.

Sanji coughs and you realise the cook is ill, 'I think I'm going to stay in bed today. Can you take over cooking duties for me?'

Your eyes widen at the request, 'Err, are you sure? I don't want to mess up your kitchen.'

Sanji tries to laugh but fails, 'You've watched me so I trust you. Now go get breakfast ready.'

You nod, 'Okay, but if it goes wrong I'm blaming you.'

'Shoo, now let me sleep...' Sanji mutters and yawns.

You quietly shut his door and take a deep breath. What if no one on the crew liked your cooking. They had such high expectations because Sanji was amazing. You wanted to be fully accepted so you couldn't mess things up.

Entering the kitchen your mind goes blank on what to cook. Do you play it safe and prepare something Sanji would make or experiment a little? You had a couple of hours before anyone else woke up so you had some time on your hands.

LUFFY

I was awoken by a very strange smell, it wasn't a bad smell, it just wasn't a smell I'd come across before. My stomach rumbled either way, and I knew Sanji had to be up cooking, with our new crew mate y/n helping him.

I sniff the air as I leave my quarters, the smell was coming from the kitchen and it smelt kind of spicy and warm. I passed by Sanji's room and hear snoring coming from the other side, so he was still asleep, which meant it had to be y/n in the kitchen.

y/n came from a town that I remembered having very nice food. A lot of spices and seasonings were used to flavour what could have easily been regular bland food.

Pushing open the door to the kitchen the smell of spices hit me full on, and y/n who was holding a pot yelps at my sudden appearance, but before the pot can hit the floor I stretch and catch it.

'You're up early captain,' y/n says nervously, avoiding eye contact and going back to cooking after I'd placed the pot back down.

My eyes widen seeing a lot of food on the counter in front of me, and my mouth watered merely looking at it, 'the smell woke me up, why is Sanji sleeping?'

y/n answers with their back turned to me, 'he's sick so asked me to cook. But as you can see I didn't know what to cook and now I feel like an idiot.'

I sit down and pull the nearest bowl towards me, it looks like regular porridge but has a slightly red colour, 'why did you cook so much?'

y/n's shoulders slump, 'because Sanji is an amazing cook and I want you guys to think I'm good too. I need to be useful.'

I dig into the porridge and see there was some kind of seasoning that made it both sweet and a little spicy, it would wake you up in the morning. Either way, it was delicious and I quickly finished the whole bowl and looked around the counter for my next meal.

'You're useful y/n,' I say between mouthfuls, 'people like you, you're very good at getting us out of trouble with your words. You're also good at fighting, and making delicious food.'

y/n spins around eyes wide, 'you like my cooking?'

I nod and pull a plate of cooked fish towards me, 'I like the spices and seasonings, I could eat this all day.'

y/n leans on the counter opposite me watching me stuff my face with a smile on their face. Usually by now, Sanji would have scolded me for eating while he was still cooking but y/n looked proud. y/n needed to try less hard to be liked because they were already accepted by the whole crew, but that would take time.

'I have a couple other dishes prepared if you'd like to try them, captain,' y/n suggests.

I continue to devour the plate in front of me and smirk, 'Keep them coming.'

This was the most talkative y/n had been the whole month. They were very easy to get along with and promised to bring any new dishes to me first. If y/n cooked more I might just get up earlier in the morning.

[hoffmanxfurthermore]

A Match Into Water

(Mark Hoffman x reader)

Content: mentions of self-esteem issues, body image, eating disorders, self-harm, afab reader, lingerie, fluffy fluffy fluff, cussing, Mark not being a dick for once lol, smut, creampie, very detailed, the usual shit lol.

It's Valentine's Day, and you finally decide to make it a day to remember.

Word count: 2k words

The room is dimly lit with only the small lamp on the bedside table. Smoke from the burning incense stick lingered in the air, filling the area with a vanilla bean scent. Today is Valentine's Day, and it's also yours and Mark's two year anniversary.

The infatuation you feel for this man is indescribable. His gorgeous blue eyes, his smile that makes your knees weak, his soft dark hair, the way you feel so safe with his arms wrapped around you, the way he treats you, all makes you feel a way you've never felt before. For anyone else, and yourself. After a life of struggling with your body image, self-esteem, depression, self-harm, and eating disorders, he's helping you love yourself for the first time.

For the longest time, you couldn't stand to see yourself in the mirror, let alone let someone else see you. As a result, you haven't even had sex with him yet. You have before, with past partners, because you felt pressured. But Mark never wanted you to feel like he was making you do something you don't wanna do.

"You just let me know," he'd said, weeks after you two first got together, during a particularly heavy makeout session during which he slipped his hand under your shirt.

"I'm not ready..."

You were moved by the fact that he never pressed the issue or asked, "Why not?" So you'd told him about your struggles, little by little. He kissed your scars and told you every day how beautiful you are.

He's nothing but sweet and sympathetic, and never once judged you or made you feel like your problems were all in your head.

Tonight, you're going to surprise him. You're in love with him, and you're ready. You were just waiting for the right time. What better day than Valentine's Day?

As you step out of the shower, you hear the front door open and close, the sound of keys jingling throughout the otherwise silent house. Perfect timing. Mark always takes a long shower when he gets home, so you have time to get ready.

You walk over, wearing a bathrobe, to greet him as he takes his jacket and shoes off.

As soon as the bathroom door shuts and you hear the shower turn on, you rush into the room and pull out the lingerie you'd secretly bought a couple weeks before. Black thigh-high stockings, with a matching lace garter belt, black lace bra, and a black thong.

It feels like a second skin on you, snug around your thighs, hips, and chest. You've never worn anything like this before, and you smile, loving how it makes you feel. It feels amazing to feel confident again.

Mark should be done with his shower soon, so you take the card you bought for him over to the bathroom and slip it under the door so he'll see it when he gets done. It's just a simple Valentine's Day card. Inside it, you wrote, "I have a surprise for you."

You walk into the kitchen on the other side of the house and pour two glasses of Moscato for the both of you.

"Shit," you mutter as you hear the shower shut off. You wanted to be in the room before Mark got back, but you decide this will be nice too. With the two glasses in your hands, you make your way back to the bedroom.

"Mark? Close your eyes," you call out from the hallway.

"Okay, they're closed. What are you doing?"

You silently place the two glasses down on the bedside table. Mark is standing in the middle of the room, wearing his flanel pants that cling to his hips perfectly, toweling off his hair. Smiling, you walk up to him, standing close to him but making no contact.

"You can open your eyes now," you whisper.

He opens his eyes and gasps, his gaze traveling down your body and back up. His mouth opens, but he can't seem to find any words.

"What do you think?" You take a step back, allowing him a better look.

"I think you are absolutely gorgeous," he says softly, almost a whisper, making you blush. Biting your lip and grinning, you place your hands on his hips and guide him over to the bed, sitting with him on the fluffy thick white comforter. He pulls himself up the bed, resting against the pillows against the headboard.

"You want to? Now? Are you sure?" He asks as you follow him, facing him as you straddle his waist. You nod and lick your lips seductively, placing your hand on his chest, your fingers moving around the soft, dark hair as you run your hand down the skin of his torso. Just as your hand reaches the waistband of his pants, he grabs your shoulders and gently but quickly pulls you forward into a kiss.

"We can go slow," he whispers in your ear, his lips grazing your skin, hot breath giving you goosebumps. Mark's eyes are filled with lust and desire as you slowly pull back, slipping your fingers under his waistband and pulling the flannel fabric down around his thighs. A low groan escapes his throat as you wrap your hand around his already hard dick. It's definitely thicker than average. Your fingers barely overlap each other around it.

You position yourself between his legs, lowering your head as he holds your long hair back.

He sucks in air sharply as you wrap your lips around his girth, your hand letting go as you slowly go down as far as you can. You moan as you feel him throbbing on your tongue, using it to trace along the underside of his cock as you slowly move up and down.

"Ugh.. fuck..." Mark moans, gripping your hair hard, but not too hard, still allowing you to move freely.

His eyes are squeezed shut for a few seconds before he looks down at you as you lightly lap up the few drops of precum, smiling at him.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you up his body, his other hand making its way behind you. Mark unclips your bra, letting the delicate material fall off your body and discard it onto the floor. He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and kicks them off the bed.

"Lie on your back," he says, his voice low and full of desire. Biting your lip, you climb off him and lie next to him. He turns on his side to face you and plants light kisses over your chest. His hands slip between your thighs, his fingertips making your skin tingle.

"Mark..." You whisper as his fingers trace around the thin material of your thong, the fabric already slick with your arousal. You'd put the article on over the garter straps holding your stockings so they could easily be removed.

Getting onto his knees next to you, he links his fingers under the thin strings on your hips.

"May I?" He purrs seductively.

You nod, smiling and biting your lip as you lift your hips up, and he pulls the garment off you with ease. He gently tosses it over the edge of the bed.

His hands return to your thighs, slowly pulling your legs apart as he moves to lay in front of you. Propping himself on his elbows, he slowly traces his tongue around your dripping cunt, poking the tip between your lips, making you gasp.

"Oh god... Mark," You whine as his tongue traces shapes, making your whole body tingle as he hits every sensitive spot perfectly. His hand moves up your body, squeezing your left tit as he slides his tongue inside you. The thumb on his other hand rubbed circles on your sensitive clit as he slowly fucked you with his tongue.

"Fuck!" You arch your back on the bed, "fuck, don't stop..."

He moans into you in response, the vibrations just adding to your pleasure as he moves his tongue in circles inside you. A mixture of his saliva and your wetness drips down onto the bed creating a damp spot on the comforter as he withdraws his tongue, flickering it over your clit.

"Mark," you whine, gripping his hair, "Mark, I want you..."

His tongue is replaced with two fingers, curling up to hit that sweet spot as his tongue dances over the sensitive bud. Barely able to hold on any longer, you quickly pull a pillow over your face, screaming as you have the most intense orgasm that anyone, including yourself, has ever given you. You feel Mark slow down his movements, dragging it out. Your body goes limp as you feel him move up the bed, and he pulls the pillow off your face.

His lips are slick and shiny with your juices as he smirks at you, looking pretty damn pleased with himself. You just stare up at him, catching your breath.

"I couldn't stop. You just taste so good," he says softly as he brushes stray hairs from your face.

"You are... so good at that... oh my god," you gasp slightly, your breathing returning to normal.

He kisses your neck sweetly as he climbs on top of you, positioning himself between your legs as he slowly pushes inside.

"Fuck!" You gasp at the feeling of being filled, the slight stinging sensation as he stretches you. He holds still, letting you adjust to the size.

"Fuck," he repeats you, "You're tight..."

"Mark... fuck me..." You whimper, wiggling your hips, feeling his dick throb deep inside you.

You're silently kicking yourself for not wanting to do this sooner. Mark is so amazing and way better than your past partners. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through your body, and you're completely lost in the sensation. Raising your hips, you wrap your legs around his thick waist.

He laces his fingers through the back of your hair, pulling your head up, resting his sweaty forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. His hand moves from the back of your head to your chest as he quickens his pace.

"Fuck yes!" You wail as he leans down to kiss your neck softly, his soft lips grazing your skin.

"You feel so fucking good," Mark growls in your ear, "so good..."

"Mark," you gasp, "Mark, I'm..." before you can even finish your sentence, your body is wracked with another orgasm taking over it. You dig your nails into his back and squeeze your legs around his waist, your eyes roll back as your body convulses.

Mark, savoring every second of it, keeps a steady pace as your sweaty body falls limp onto the mattress. You can't think about anything else except him, the way he makes you feel, how it seems so easy for him to make you cum like that. You can't even do that yourself. Mark's breathing gets heavier, his thrusts more erratic, as his own climax approaches.

A low groan emits from his throat, and he grips your hip hard as he comes unraveled.

"Fuuuuck.." he grunts as he cums deep inside you, filling you up.

He rolls off of you, breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down. Your gaze meets his as he stares lovingly into your eyes.

"How was that? It's been a while for me, too."

"It was amazing. You're amazing, Mark." You lean in and kiss him passionately. He smiles at you as he climbs off the bed and walks to the other side.

"Let's go rinse off in the shower and get dinner." He reaches a hand out.

Taking his hand, you slowly stand up, your legs are trembling, but he helps you keep your balance. You can feel his warm seed dripping out of you and down your thighs and staining your stockings as you stand.

Picking up the two glasses of Moscato, you hold one out to him.

"Happy Valentine's Day," you say, smiling. He returns the phrase, and you clink your glasses together and take a sip of the now warm but still sweet and bubbly liquid.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Mark."

Wrapping his arm around your bare waist, he guides you into the bathroom.

[kira-broflovski]

Sleepover || Kyle Broflovski x Reader (5)

note: how about we get some drama going?

You needed to get home. Fast.

When you knew Kyle couldn't see you anymore, you started running as if your life depended on it. You needed to get home because you had gone over your curfew, and you knew your parents would be infuriated at your seemingly poor time management skills.

You couldn't even tell them you were at a friend's to catch up on work. They would want to know why you needed to catch up. Because you were at home sick? Nope. You were just skipping school to have a couple of days to yourself for once, not that you told anyone that.

Dashing through the front door, your legs felt numb at the sudden stop. You looked around before deciding it was safe. Thankfully it was.

You made your way upstairs to your bedroom, noticing your brother's door was open. Maybe he was just in the bathroom.

When you got to your own room, you made sure to close the door and make it seem like you had been there for a while in case your parents walk in and become suspicious. After everything was set, you released a breath you never realised you were holding in and laid down on your bed.

You were more tired than you thought. Taking a little nap can't hurt.

Meanwhile, the boy you were just with was awaiting your text message to tell him you had gotten home safely. But you were too focused on making sure you weren't caught past curfew by your parents, so you forgot.

In an attempt to distract himself, he tried studying a little more while waiting for both dinner and your text, but it didn't work. He couldn't get his mind off of you.

What happened? Are you okay? Why weren't you texting him?

So many questions that he didn't ask in fear of coming on too strong.

He laid on his stomach in bed, not being able to tear his eyes away from his phone.

"dude, relax. did she eat at your house?"

"only snacks,, why"

"then she's probably having dinner with her family or something ffs"

"it's been a couple hours"

"maybe she actually spends time with her family"

"unlike you"

"stfu I'm trying to help you asshole"

"alr im sorry,,, im just worried about her"

"clearly"

Kyle rolled his eyes at his friend's logic, thinking he could have at least comforted him instead, even if Stan was being more reasonable. Though he wasn't the best person to go to for girl advice, especially right now.

Shaking his head, Kyle put his phone face down onto his messy bed and planted his face into the cotton blanket.

He couldn't stop thinking about the kisses. That's when a horrible realisation settled in. Were you avoiding him? Was he bad at kissing and accidentally made you uncomfortable? Did you never want to see him again.

His phone buzzed with another text, and he picked it up immediately hoping it was you.

"hello?"

Never mind. It was Stan again.

"what?"

"has she texted you yet or not?"

"nope"

"damn maybe something did happen to her"

"bro stop don't say that"

"just saying"

"uh i might have forgotten to tell you smthn"

"oh god"

"i may or may not have kissed her..."

"what-"

"a couple times"

"WHAT"

[deans-baby-momma]

The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 4 (FIN)

CHAPTER 4

When Donna enters the kitchen Dean’s jaw drops and his heart thuds in his chest. She is fucking gorgeous!

Donna is wearing a black leather skirt that hits right above her knees, a purple halter top that has straps that criss-cross over her bosom, leaving a peek of ample cleavage. Her ankle boots are also leather but what gets Dean's motor running is the fact that she is going to be on his arm tonight.

If there is one thing that John Winchester taught his sons, it was how to be gentlemen; tonight Dean proves it as he ushers Donna to the passenger door of the Impala, opening it and leading her onto the vinyl seat.

As soon as the Sheriff is safely inside, he shuts the door and rushes around to the drivers’ side and slides behind the wheel.

During the whole drive across town to the restaurant she had picked, Dean kept stealing glances at his date. She absolutely took his breath away. Donna Hanscum was the whole package.

Not only was she a distinguished member of law enforcement in this town but she was aware of the creatures other people had nightmares about…. and she was helping rid this world of those monsters! All the while, rocking a body to make any man begging on his knees for.

When they arrive, Dean escorts the lovely Sheriff into the fancy establishment and tries not to seem fazed at the extravagance of the place.

He steps up to the hostess at the podium and gives his name.

The girl searches her schedule and smiles as she finds what she's looking for.

“Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester,” she says.

Dean takes Donna's hand and goes to do as the hostess says but is pulled back as Donna is standing there, stock-still.

“What's the matter, Don?”

“Sh-she…. She thinks we’re a couple,” the blonde Sheriff stutters.

Dean looks at his date, confused. “We are, aren't we?”

Donna blinks once, twice then looks at him. “She thinks I could land a hottie like you for a husband? Me? The fattie?!”

Dean looks over his shoulder at the hostess and holds up a finger, asking her to wait.

“Baby,” he says as he takes both Donna’s hands in his. “I will disagree with you on one thing, you are absolutely not a ‘fattie’, you hear me?” Dean asked as he leaned in close, “and also, fuck what anyone else thinks. They don't know us so let's go in there and eat some disgustingly expensive food and get drunk on some sickeningly sweet wine and then I'll take you home and prove to you just how much I adore you, okay honey?”

Donna couldn't suppress the smile that fills her face if she tried.

“Okay,” she confirms. “Let's do this.”

After dinner, Dean paid the hefty bill and led Donna back to the Impala.

“That was the worst food ever,” Donna exclaims once they were seated. “I can't believe they charge so much for tasteless garbage! They should be shut down for ripping people off.”

“I won't disagree,” Dean says as he backs out of the parking space and turns toward town. “I'm sorry this date sucked.”

“The date was phenomenal,” Donna rebutted. “I was the envy of every woman in that place. And a few men too,” she adds with a chuckle. “Thank you Dean.”

“Date's not over yet baby,” Dean tells her as he pulls into a snazzy bar. “We gonna go in here and listen to some tunes, drink away the bitterness of the food we ate and then I'm taking you home and proving to you how spectacular you are.”

“Okay,” Donna nods and steps out of the car when Dean opens her door. They walk inside to see a cozy tavern with a few tables and chair sitting around and the corners filled with small sofas with low tables in front of them.

Past the bar is a stage where a band is playing soft music. The place isn't overly crowded and the couple quickly finds themselves settled on one of the loveseats.

Dean looks around and smiles. This is exactly what he had in mind when he wanted to bring Donna on a date.

Secluded but yet not, dim lighting but not dark and music that you didn't have to scream over to be heard.

“What can I get for you two?” The waitress appears out of nowhere. They give her their orders and relax back into the cushions, Dean's arm wrapped around Donna’s shoulders.

The band starts another slow song and Donna begins humming, soon she's singing along with the vocalist.

“Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too. 'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. 'Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Wonder if you ever see me…what?” Donna stops singing when she realizes Dean is looking at her. “Am I that bad?”

He shakes his head and smiles. “Sounded like angels singing. You have a beautiful voice Don.”

Donna blushes and looks down, not accustomed to praise from a date.

The waitress drops off their drinks and Donna picks up her mojito and downs it. “Now that's a good drink,” she giggles and then finishes out the song while leaning into Dean's side.

After four mojitos and three whiskeys, Dean pulls Donna toward the door because the Sheriff is getting a little too frisky for public eyes.

She, of course, misinterprets their destination and thinks they're headed for the dance floor so she begins grinding on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Thought you didn't dance, Dean-o?”

“I don't Sweetheart,” Dean says as he stumbles toward the door. “I'm taking you home, honey. You're wasted.”

Donna stops and pouts. “Party pooper,” she mumbles and then smiles widely. “Oh wait. I know what's coming next. Me!”

Donna bends over laughing and Dean can't help but join her. The jovial moment is tarnished when a whistle fills the air and someone comments “Bend over more darling. I can almost see everything!”

Donna had never seen Dean move so fast. One minute he was standing in front of her, laughing and the next he was standing across the room, over some drunk stranger with a bloody nose.

That sobered Donna immediately and she pulled Dean away and out the door. Donna pulls Dean to the Impala and not so patiently waits as he unlocks the door for her.

The ride back to her house is quiet, not even the radio to break up the silence inside the Chevrolet.

As soon as Dean parks on the driveway, Donna gets out and stomps to the door, unlocking it and marching inside.

She turns as soon as she hears the door close and crosses her arms.

“Dean, you can't just go around punching people out like some kind of caveman!” she states, her breath, labored. “I'm the Sheriff in this town, how would it look if my boyfriend got arrested for a drunk and disorderly?”

Dean looks remorseful and ashamed over his actions but he also cannot take his eyes off the peek of cleavage Donna is showing with her chest heaving.

“Don, I'm sorry. Really I am. I was just trying to defend you-” he pauses as her breasts bounce along with the rhythm of her breathing. “-but right now all I can think about is burying my face in your gorgeous tits.”

Donna looks down at her chest and huffs. “Jesus, Dean! Are you trying to distract me? I'm serious here.”

“Oh, I'm serious too sweetheart. I'm seriously going to make you forget-,” he says as he stalks toward her. “-about everything. The only thing you'll remember is my name. And you'll be screaming that,” Dean promises.

Donna puts her hand up, stopping Dean in his tracks. “First, you're going to let me finish what I was saying and then I just might allow you to suffocate in these,” Donna says as she squeezes her breasts together, the plump flesh almost busting out of the camisole.

Dean whimpers but nods his acceptance.

“You cannot go around just punching people for rude and lewd remarks,” she begins and Dean hangs his head in remorse. “I'm the Sheriff and I really don't want my boyfriend to spend a night in lockup for something that was-” Donna pauses as she watches Dean shrink into himself and she feels bad for leading him on. “-so goddamned hot I almost came right there.”

Dean lifts his head rapidly and watches as Donna unties the bow at the nape of her neck, the material falling down and her breasts bouncing free.

“Come here baby,” she says as she reaches for him. “They're all yours.”

Dean moves fast as lightning, closing the space between them and buries his face right in Donna's chest. He growls, licks and nips at the skin as he picks his girlfriend up by her supple ass.

“Oh god Dean,” Donna moans loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Don't stop. Fuck, don't stop!”

Dean lavishes each breast with kisses and sucks marks onto each one, claiming Donna as his.

Donna wraps her legs around his waist and starts humping him, her skirt bunched up around her hips.

Dean grins at her as their eyes meet and he nurses her left nipple.

“Getting frisky there aren't you Sheriff?” he chuckles.

“Well yea,” Donna responds breathy. “I know you have a deadly weapon on your body. I need to….oh to hell with the innuendoes right now. Just fucking fuck me Dean!”

“Yes ma'am,” Dean says as he sits her back onto her booted feet. “Show me the way, baby.”

Donna takes his hand and runs toward the bedroom. Once there, she kicks her boots off, unzips the skirt and pushes it and her panties to the floor before turning to watch Dean undress.

As soon as his legs are free from his jeans, Donna is on the floor at his feet.

“I wanna suck your dick until you cum down my throat.”

Dean groans as he pushes his boxers to the floor, his hard cock bouncing between them.

She wraps her fingers around the base and guides the head to her lips, gently licking the precum from the tip.

“Tasty,” Donna hums.

“Less talking, more sucking,” Dean says. And promptly bites his lip as Donna takes his shaft all the way in her mouth.

The Sheriff works her magic and soon is swallowing around the head of Dean's dick as her nose nestles in the sparse pubic hair.

“Shit baby,” Dean coos as he scoops Donna’s curly mane into a makeshift ponytail. “You gonna let me fuck that beautiful face?”

“Mmhmm,” Donna hums and begins rubbing his ball sack.

Dean holds her hair in one hand and places his other hand on Donna's head as he begins pulling out and pumping right back in, no resistance to going down her throat now.

“Goddamn,” he exclaims. “Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy. I'm gonna cum down your throat. You want that baby?”

Donna nods as forcibly as she “P'ease yus.”

Dean doesn't hold back as he thrusts into Donna's willing mouth and in no time he growls as his fingers grip and pull the Sheriff's hair while shooting his load into her mouth and down her throat.

When he pulls his dick from her, Donna swallows and licks the remnants from her lips before leaning forward and gently kissing the now flaccid member.

Dean hisses and then chuckles. “Sensitive,” he explains before helping her to her feet. “Now plant that perfect body on the bed and open up. I've worked up an appetite.”

Donna does as requested, unashamedly spreading her legs to show her glistening center.

“Oh sweetie,” Dean says as he gazes upon her wet cunt in front of his face. “Did you cum already? Getting face-fucked turn you on til you just let go all over yourself? You are a fucking mess down here.”

Dean chuckles as he sees her walls clenching the air. He lightly blows against her exposed pussy which causes the good Sheriff to whimper. Dean smiles before diving in, devouring her from the inside out.

He licks a trail around the rim of her entrance all the while his thumb is swiping left to right on her swollen clit.

Donna is a begging mess, imploring him for “more” and praising his techniques “fuck yes Dean! You are a master at eating pussy. I'm going to cum on your face.”

Dean takes that as a challenge and ups his ministrations. He replaces his thumb with his tongue and flicks the swollen nub as he inserts two fingers into her warm cavern, pumping his hand and scissoring his digits.

Donna practically convulses on the bed, her ass leaving the mattress and Dean sucks her bundle of nerves between his lips.

“Fucking hell!” she screams. “Gah! Bite me, Dean. Bite my clit.”

And Dean complies. He uses his teeth to gently gnaw on the flesh, rolling it between his pearly whites.

When Donna screams out again, it is accompanied by her pussy gushing liquid, her cum shooting right into Dean's mouth.

As Dean licks her clean, paying close attention to her now-reddened and abused clit, Donna lays flat above him catching her breath.

“Damn, that was hot,” she husks, her voice wrecked and hoarse. “I don't know where that came from.” She laughs as she lifts her head to look at her lover.

“That was amazing,” he agrees as he crawls up her body, stopping to peck a kiss to each engorged peak of her breast before hovering over her and grinning. “Didn't know you were into pain fucking.”

“Eh, everything is worth at least trying once,” she shrugs and then wraps her arms around his neck. “And we'll do that again… but Dean?”

“Hmmm?”

“Make love to me now?”

And that's just what he does. He fucks her good and hard, soft and sweet until she understood that she was deserving and valuable.

As he watches her pink swollen lips stretched and quivering around his throbbing dick as she creams all over it, he mutters words foreign to him.

“Goddamn! I fucking love you, woman.”

And their world, their little bubble Donna and Dean had created, stands silent. No movement, no sound, not even a breath is heaved as their eyes meet.

They both know their lives would never be the same. Donna smiles up at Dean and cups his cheek in her palm.

“I love you too, Dean”

THE END

@spnbaby-67 @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach

@larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam

@sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @supraveng @akshi8278

@lyarr24 @kazsrm67 @chriszgirl92 @deanwithscissors @raisinggray @fanfic-n-tabulous @hobby27

@stoneyggirl2 @purpleeclipseeggsland @kmc1989 @leigh70

@foxyjwls007 @dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy

@perpetualabsurdity @kickingitwithkirk @deans-spinster-witch @krazykelly

@nancymcl

[bangtanhoneys]

Lights Will Guide You Home - Seokjin & Grace

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Fix You - Coldplay

Mandatory military service.

18-24 months of service required of all able-bodied South Korean men aged 18 to 28.

Delayed so Kim Seokjin could continue being a member of BTS but now entering as a private citizen, not a member of Bangtan Sonyeondan.

It brought heartbreak to millions, no one more so than Grace Chu.

Of course, in private, this decision had been discussed and made very early on. Many discussions had taken place that Jin wanted to go into the military after their Maps of the Soul tour but then COVID hit, Butter and Dynamite arrived, Permission to Dance on Stage and then the FESTA announcement of their solo projects and then finally, finally, Busan.

Every time he had planned to go, there was a pushback and a delay and now he was finally going, December 13th 2022.

Privately, Grace had accepted it and had done her goodbyes to her boyfriend of four years. Together they had worked through their problems of being a couple and being in the biggest band ever seen, of Seokjin's insecurities of not being good enough, of Grace's problems with her identity. Together they had been through it all but now it would just be Grace, who would have to go through this another seven times.

It was the worst kind of heartache - knowing your loved one was only hours away yet on the front lines, limited phone calls or texts, days off were only a day and she wouldn't see him properly until 2024. Until that time, her schedule was packed to the rim with her own projects such as an album, a tour, photoshoots, contracts with designers, meetings and more. There wouldn't be time to understand the loss of one of her biggest supporters, there wouldn't be time to adjust to having none of them there.

It was a horrid awareness Grace was experiencing as she and the rest of BTS were saying goodbye.

Of course, they all put on brave faces, as they each took pictures with Seokjin and goofed off for the BANGTAN BOMB camera. It was easy to slip into the public persona even in front of families to starve off tears that threatened to spill over.

Hobi, understanding what was needed, managed to drag Jimin and Taehyung to distract the camera long enough for the couple to have their private moment (or as private as it was going to get).

"I'll contact you the moment I can," Seokjin's voice was muffled behind the mask he wore as he pulled Grace to his chest, allowing her to hide her face in it even if more a moment.

"And I'll keep you and ARMY updated as often as I can. Don't let Jungkook distract you too much, and work hard and send me photos of where you're going. And I'll make sure the guys are safe too. Oh and don't forget to eat, go home and see your parents and look after Min-Ji."

"Are you going away or am I?" Grace asked, chuckling as she reached up to use the cuff of her coat to wipe her cheeks. "And Jungkook won't leave me alone, I think he's pretty much moved in at this point."

It was just as hard for Jungkook. It had always been joked around that Seokjin was one of the main reasons Jungkook had stayed in BTS, he was the one who had raised the fifteen-year-old, helped him do his homework, take him to school, put up with his antics, and was Jungkook's safe place. He had been silent the whole day since they all arrived, barely able to say a word or two but he didn't need to.

Seokjin knew Jungkook's silence better than anyone.

I'll miss you. Don't get hurt and hurry back because it's going to hurt without you.

And Grace was exactly the same.

I'll miss you. I love you. Don't leave but I know you have to so hurry back because I can't do this life without you.

Seokjin pressed a kiss to Grace's forehead, knowing he couldn't do what he wanted to do while in front of everyone. But he didn't need to because Grace knew it all behind that kiss - I'll miss you as well and I'm proud of you.

Grace pulled away to let the boys continue their goodbyes and she used Namjoon's huge frame to take a moment to wipe her tears, to compose herself and slip back into her stage persona. Because it was easier to show that than it was to show what she was truly feeling.

Alone.

Namjoon glanced over his shoulder and gave his noona a gentle nudge to the shoulder, giving her his silent support. Yoongi came wandering over and reached up, making sure her mask was in place and gave her a look to say 'You've got this. We're here.'

Finally, Seokjin was called over to begin his entrance ceremony and Grace felt a hand slip into hers. She looked up to see the youngest, his eyes just as watery as hers even underneath that bucket hat and she gave his hand a squeeze back. Under his breath, he began humming Jin's Astronaut song causing her to smile.

It would hurt to do this seven more times, it would hurt to say goodbye over and over again and it would hurt to be standing on stage as the only member of BTS remaining but the countdown began to 2025 when all of them would be back in Grace's arms and they would be all together again.

She just had to wait. 

Note: Listen to Fix You by Coldplay and Jin's The Astronaut while reading this. I did that and I made myself cry.

[justshapesandaus]

Cube:"Well now that's all taken care of why don't we get back to sparring, It'll be easier for me to go back to normal if we do."

Jaak looked at Cube wearily before he nods. He summons back his weapons, and so does Cube.

Hours later as the sun started to set, Cube and Jaak breathed heavily as their 10th sparring match came to a standstill. "I will admit, you are strong in more ways then one." Cube now back to normal smiled. "Thanks, I try my best." "Now that we've been out here for a while, Why don't we go back to my place, I can whip up something for us to eat." Before Blixer could object Cube nods "Thank you Jaak, that would be appreciated."

"I can also offer you some place to sleep, after all that you must just be exhausted, not safe to go out into the wilderness tired " Cube nods again. Cyan came forward to rest on Cube's shoulders as Jaak headed back to his home. Blixer scuffed before following, Asaka#213 followed behind obediently.

The House wasn't too far away from the center of town, just 3 houses from it exactly. Jaak welcomed them into his home, and almost immedietly started the tour of where everything was. The livingroom was next to the kitchen, near the front door was a door to the basement, But Jaak said to not go down there as that's where he keeps his at home mechanic tools, don't need people going down there and messing it up.

He then showed them the upstairs. the one on the very end of the hall was his room, and the door on the right of the steps was the guest room. Opening it up, it really only had a bed, and a closet door. "And this is where you all will be staying, I hope you all don't mind sharing a room."

"Of course we don't, We've slept in the same room a couple of times in the past, isn't that right bl-BLIXER! Where are your manners, you can't just shape in someone else's home!"

"What? I don't feel safe." Blixer said, making Cube about to go off again when Jaak couldn't help but laugh. "It's fine Cube, I would actually prefer if you guys shaped while inside, This house is old and could have splinters, and possible broken floorboards, Don't want anyone getting hurt." "So why arn't you Shaped then?" Cyan asked. Jaak just smiled. "Someone will have to be able to reach up and cook you guys stuff, Plus I also know this house back and front, I know where to go, So get comfortable and Shape if you want too, I'll start to go and make Dinner." And with that Jaak walked back down the steps.

[ficreadergirl]

Dangerous Inquiries (Ch.1)

You wake up to a beautiful morning in Gotham City.  It’s a warm summer day and there isn’t anyone around that can mess with you because it is your own territory. You quickly get up from your bed and went to bathroom to wash your face.

After you get dressed for class you went directly to kitchen to eat breakfast with your dad. “Morning dad.”

“Good morning baby. Are you excited for your last days of school?” he asked. You shrugged and gave him a smile. “I'm not as excited as you are I see." you said smiling at him. He was glowing with excitement. Her daughter was about to be a lawyer in a city with highest crime rate. He was excited and a bit of afraid.

Your father looked at you “Baby, you'll do great and I believe in you. You have your best friends here and they will help you. I know you'll make the right choice if you ever find yourself stuck down there” he smiled fondly, “You have so much potential honey and you'll rock it!" he started laugh. You couldn't help yourself and laughed at that last second joke too. "You flattering me dad." you said. Then he turned serious again. "You really don't have any problems with what happens here, do you?" he asked worriedly. You shook your head "No I've never had problems with anyone."

Your dad then nodded and changed the subject "It's time for you to go." he said. You kissed him goodbye one last time before leave.

After your class ended you went to meet Kory at cafe. She smiled brightly when she saw you. "Hi love!" she greeted as you approached her. "Hey Kory." you responded back "How did last night go?" you asked her as you sat on a table and ordered coffee. "Great! We just hung out!"she exclaimed happy. "That's great that you'll be a lawyer couple of weeks later! I'm so proud of you love!" She hugged you tightly. "You're about to crush my lungs!" you said bit of jokingly.  She pulled away blushing. "Sorry sorry." she chuckled. You just smiled at her and patted her hands. "It's okay. You know I'm okay with a little bit crushed by you right?" you said jokingly.  She started to laugh. "Oh sweetie! Stop with these jokes or I'll take one as serious one day." You both were laughing now.  "It’s good! He seems fine! We hangout often now and watch movies. Well most of the time we only watch a movie if one of us has some time to spare." she answered smiling. You nodded "that's pretty cool." you agreed.  Then she looked at your wristwatch "I gotta get going sweetie. We'll meet again later okay?" smiled at you. "Okay miss lung crusher." you said all smiley. She was blushed again. "Hey! Stop with that already!" said smiley. "I'll stop only when I'm dead." you said jokingly. "Stop joking about death sweetie." she said. She seemed really upset with last joke of your. "Sorry love. I didn't mean to hurt." "I know sweetie. It's just..." she couldn't complete her sentence. "Anyway. I have to go now. See you later. Okay?" she said. "Sure. Bye sweetie." you waved at her while she was leaving the cafe. After finishing your drink you packed up to meet with Dick at Wayne Company. You were gonna be their law intern before starting a job at there. You didn't know Bruce Wayne but Dick Grayson. Charming Wayne boy. Date of Kory. He really had charisma of Bruce Wayne even they were not biologically related you thought. As you were walking out of the cafe you saw Dick waiting for you. He was looking happy to see you. "Ready to go?" asked Dick. "Why are you here? I thought we were gonna meet at company." You were shocked a bit to see him here. "I had business here. So I wanted to make sure you'd arrive in company safe." he said. He was smiling. You knew how Kory felt for this man. Everyone needed one Dick Grayson. "You had business you say huh?" you said hintingly. "Yes. Business. Just business." he answered getting your hint. "Well, I'm ready to leave now." "Come on then, let's go." He said leading you to car. After 10 minutes or so, you found yourselves in front of Wayne Comp. "Wow! Finally I'm here huh?" you said to Dick. "Yes. You're finally here." He was smiling to you. He found your hypnotized face cute. "Y/n, let's get inside." "Sure" you replied still in daze. The receptionist lady behind the counter looked at both of you and smiled. "Hello sir, Miss L/n."

"Good afternoon." you said politely to her.

"How may I help you?" she asked Dick. "Mr.Wayne was expecting me. Is he available for visitors?" The receptionist replied "He is not here sir. I'll let him know you're here." She dialed numbers and waited for answer. "Mr.Wayne is currently unavailable. Sorry sir." You looked at Dick. "Did we have an appointment with him?" you said confused. "Why not?"

"But Dick. I was gonna talk with HR not Bruce Wayne himself!" you said. You felt excited. You didn't expect to meet Bruce Wayne directly. You were gonna be just another law intern for him. Maybe lawyer of his company later.  But meeting the man himself? It's crazy to think about. "Relax Y/n. He's just a man just like me."

"But Dick, what would he think of me if you make me meet him just like that?" you asked worriedly. "I already talked to him about you. He understood your situation perfectly. So don't worry." When you thought what he said it seemed okay to you too. "You might be right." "Yes I'm right. You're gonna be one of the best lawyer... no. Best lawyer of Gotham City! Stop thinking so less of yourself sweetie." He really knew how to talk to women. Such a womanizer you thought. "You're right. I should stop thinking less of myself." You both smiled at each other. While you heard Bruce Wayne won't be joining you two today, you spoke to HR. They seemed to like you. "I think my first impression got them." you said mischeviously. "I know that honey." Dick said. "Let me take you home Y/n." "Okay." you nodded and both of you got in the car and headed your home.

Read more

[sinnoh-research-and-restoration]

I acknowledge the warning, and will keep that in mind. Thankfully, it seems to have some degree of psychic powers, seemingly unleashing some sort of psychic version of Wing Attack. If it is indeed a psychic type, then Joan’s Dark type and Cantante’s Ghost type will prove useful to ward it off. For now, said Braviary is keeping away from anyone, so I’ll just let it be and keep tabs just in case. The large fellow seems to be unbothered by the cold, so I don’t imagine it’ll be leaving the Crown a tundra soon anyways.

As for Arezu’s situation, given it’s not exactly safe to try and use an already rarely seen and thus available Space-time Distortion to begin with, and making use of the powers of, say, the mythical Celebi or Deity of Time Dialga itself (which would admittedly be fitting for bringing Arezu, a Diamond Clan member who from what I can tell did worship Dialga, back to her original time period) isn’t exactly something you can just “do” on a whim, especially when you can’t exactly find any of them easily at all, I wouldn’t be surprised if Arezu, even if/when she recovers her memories, is still unable to return back to her time. I also can’t help but wonder if she’s also from another timeline on top of that, given alternate realities were proven to exist in things like the Ultra Beast incident of Alola, thus logically slightly different versions of our own world wouldn’t be out of the question, but that’s something we can’t determine easily…

Thankfully, Arezu has been keeping quite calm overall despite the situation, and at this rate it does seem like the distortion will close up soon and we’ll be able to take her to the closest hospital for a more thorough medical examination. She does have a bit of a headache, nothing too severe but noticeable, so she’s been mostly resting, sometimes with Hoshi getting curious enough to cuddle up before being scared off by Arezu subtly shifting. I’d give her headache relief medication, though given the fact that she’s a faller and from the past on top of that, I’m unsure if that’s a good idea at the moment. As such, I’ve opted for just making sure she has easy access to water in case it’s because of dehydration. Hopefully, after a hospital trip that’s all sorted out.

An alternate timeline is indeed possible. It is indeed likely she will not be able to return to when and where she came from, though we can only hope for the best.

It is good that she's calm. You made a smart decision to not give her medicine. It's very likely that she would not have had a positive reaction to it due to her body simply never having been subjected to modern medicine before. We recommend keeping her from highly processed or non-home-grown type foods as well, for similar reasons.

Malakai, the Faller we talked about previously has agreed to give his personal testimony of his experience with being brought through time. We shall include it below for your reference.

< There is an attached video log. Malakai, dressed in his usual clothes, is sitting in front of the camera. He looks slightly uncomfortable, but not horribly so. He begins to talk.

"Suppose I'm doing this. I was found alone and unconscious in the woods when I was eight years old. Already had a few scars, mostly these," he pauses to gesture to the scars apparently slashed across his face, "but also had some fresh ones. Arms and back, mostly.

"The doctors told me they didn't know how long I'd been unconscious when they found me. After they did find me, I, apparently, woke up a couple days later.

"They were.. Concerned. Because of my reactions to the medicines I was given. I'm fine now. I've had seizures since then, but again, don't know if that's necessarily a new thing, or from the medicine at all. They went away for the most part after a couple years, though they've started up again now.

"I couldn't," Malakai pauses again, seeming to collect his thoughts. "I couldn't really eat that well back then, I would just throw whatever I did eat back up. It took a while before that stopped happening, but I still don't like most. Y'know. Junk food, and that sort of stuff. Hurts my stomach.

"The amnesia didn't bother me too. S.R.R.F. here uncovered those photos, and there was me. Me and my family. That was the first time I could really remember anything.

"Arezu, you said this lady's name was? Yeah, she sounds familiar. I.. I can't say I knew her, but she sounds familiar. Part of the Diamond Clan. My mother was too. Yeah."

The video log clicks off after that. >

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxv.d: Destroyer, “*Scream* WOAH!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?! YOU HAVE A FUCKING RACOON IN YOUR BAG” ... Ein scared, let out a little squeak, and dug deep into the bag to hide. Uhhh … Yea! And you just scared him! Nice going prick. Come here! tuka tuka tuka, come on! the evil little demon won't hurt you. “You KNEW it was in there!!!” Of Course! And … IT'S … name, ls … Ein. “Uhhhh Okay!?! Why the fuck do you have a baby Racoon? And WHY did you bring him here???” He was all alone and was clearly interested in me, he was walking all over my face when I woke up today, he seemed lost and scared … soooo … I've adopted him! “*Sigh* Why must you insist on making friends with strays? Do YOU EVEN KNOW IF HE'S SAFE TO HAVE???” Look at him! He wouldn't/couldn't hurt a fly … or well, maybe a fly, but not a Frog! … I start to pet Ein on his head as he pokes his head back out; isn't that right Ein! Yes! yes no you won't hurt anyone Noooo tch tch tch good boy. “I MEANT … Diseases! … fucking idiot, aren't raccoons carriers of rabies??” They can yeah … but only transmit it through biting, scratching, and getting secretions into your body, but he'd have to be rabid to do that … Which he is not! Thank You! And I'll have you know most diseases that raccoons carry are really only transmitted through their poop, so as long as you're careful, it's fine! “You are so gonna get some kind of worm or bacterial infection … and it'll be ME, taking care of you, fuck ass” Well looks like we have a plan then if that Happens!!! Now stop it … he's a hungry little cowboy bounty hunter and needs food because he is a strong boy. *Squeak* “You haven't found the shade with brains yet have you? Ok fine … what does … Ein … eat?” Well … tbh, I don't know what you're supposed to feed raccoons… but he loves granola bars. “You've fed him granola bars?” Yea! “Red, look at him! He's tiny, he can't even be a couple months old, he can't eat granola bars! Nor should he probably, he needs like … milk and stuff … he's just a baby and his stomach probably isn't developed enough to process that kind of stuff” She went and picked Ein up, started to pet him, and cradle him. “You can't just kidnap a baby raccoon and then proceed to mishandle/take care of him” I thought it was fine … look he's all chipper and ok. He closed his eyes and curled up in her hand, and started to pur. “You don't know if he's fine, we need to research this and take him to a vet, to make sure he's fine” Mmm … I mean yeah, probably right with that. “I'm gonna go research on what we should feed him and look up veterinarians in our area just in case, why I'm doing that … ”she grabbed a towel from the chair out of the recently washed laundry and threw it at me. I catch it. “Go take a shower and leave your clothes out, I'll throw them in the wash, I still have some old shorts of yours you can wear … I'll leave them on the sink” Yea yeah… got it … and … thanks. “No problem, and always … we'll talk more later, wanna know how you're holding up. But first ... ” *She pointed at the bathroom* “Shower stinky” *I grin and walk off to the shower (with full sass).* As I wash myself up, down, front to back, left and yes … right … I started to null over the lingering sound that had started to intensify since I arrived at The Over Garden, just general voices that were chatting away in the background, things being said such as ... [To Be Continued]

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 40 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Can I steal from them?" Duran asked.

He'd found a path through the bodies into the kitchen area and was going through their food.

"I'm not the boss of you," Yore told him.

"True," Duran said as started shoving apples into his bag.

Yore returned to Fanner's side.

He still hadn't turned back around.

"I can carry you across so you don't have to look again."

"You're hurt, though."

"I can manage. It's not far and you don't weigh much."

Fanner hesitated, then nodded.

"Thank you."

Yore bent and lifted Fanner up, cradling him in his arms.

He wasn't heavy but Yore's legs still shook a little as he carried him across the room.

Once they were away from here, they would need to find somewhere safe to rest.

As soon as he set Fanner down outside the front door and glanced around, he knew exactly where they were.

The farmhouse they had been in was on the far side of a field, not far from the woods that crossed into the border.

On the other side of the field was Lainton.

There were probably humans around but for now Yore couldn't see any.

Duran finished filling his bag with stolen goods and joined them outside along with the cluster of Taylors.

"Thanks for your help but we should get going," the Taylor in the blue dress said.

"The others'll be thinking we got eaten or something."

"I don't think humans would eat you," Fanner said. "They can be cruel, but I've never known them to eat anyone."

"That just tends to be the first thing that comes to mind for us, y'know," the Taylor said.

"Big prey bird? Gonna get eaten. Python? Gonna get eaten. Wyvern hatchling? Believe it or not, eaten."

"I'd offer you an escort back but I think I'd only slow you down," Yore said. "

Yeah, you're a mess. Glad you didn't die," the Taylor said. "Well, bye."

********

They made their way the short distance across the field as a group, and then the Taylors split off as they headed into the woods.

Yore felt a little better as soon as he was among the trees.

He wouldn't hold up well at all in a fight right now but this was his home.

He knew this land and it knew him.

Yore was tempted to just return home and try to find somewhere that was still standing to rest but that sounded depressing and more importantly, unsafe.

They would need to get further away from the border than that before they stopped.

Fanner kept shooting him concerned glances.

Yore did his best not to stumble or drag his feet, to feign greater strength than he truly felt.

Not out of ego or insecurity.

He just didn't want Fanner to worry.

Not right now, when there were so many other things to worry about.

"Thank you," Yore told him after they'd been walking for several minutes.

"You saved my life."

"A couple more times and we'll be even."

"Well, let's not keep score."

"You know, there are so many things today that I've just decided not to ask about but we're going to have to have a long conversation some time soon," Duran said.

"This is crazy. All of it... It's just... crazy."

"I know," Fanner said.

"I'm sorry. I thought the cat would just take us to the spire."

"You were trying to go to the spire?" Yore asked.

Fanner nodded.

"I thought that was where you would be."

"Ah. No. Ironically, I came back to look for you."

"For me?"

"I ran into the group. You weren't with them. Lusa said you volunteered to distract the humans so that she and Raya could get away. That was very brave."

"I'm not brave but I couldn't let them get hurt."

"Fanner, being brave doesn't mean being unafraid. Actually, those things are mutually exclusive. Bravery can't exist without the fear it fights against."

Fanner's eyes were on the ground, giving excessive attention to where he was stepping even though the terrain they were moving across didn't pose much challenge.

"Hmm but... maybe."

"I found a man in the woods with his hands cuffed behind his back. You had something to do with that, didn't you?"

Duran let out a bark of laughter.

To Yore's surprise, Fanner bit back a smile.

"He was so stupid. Duran, do you remember what I used to do at parties when men got a little too salacious? When I would pretend not to understand any sexual references, no matter how blatant?"

Duran smiled and shook his head.

"That always worked. I don't know how but it always did. They would think they had the upper hand and you would be easily convinced to follow them off somewhere when no one was looking and of course you simply wouldn't."

"This man thought he had won that game when I did follow him somewhere nobody could see but... you know how I told you I can move energy around?"

"Yes. Energy shaping, right?"

"Yes, that's it. Well, I moved energy out of him and then I ran away."

"Amazing. Did you kill him?

"No, no. I don't like to kill people. I just wanted to get away."

"I may have," Yore said.

"I hit his head quite hard against a tree. Fanner... did he touch you?"

"Well... no, not really much," Fanner said, his arms folding and then unfolding as though he wasn't sure what to do with them.

"I touched him a bit because, you know. To trick him and because I need to make physical contact to pull someone's energy like that."

"You were so brave and clever but I'm sorry that happened.

I promised you that I'd keep you safe and then I left,and harm immediately came to you. You fulfilled your end of the bargain and I feel like I've already let you down."

"When I asked you to protect me, this wasn't even the kind of thing I was thinking of. I just... needed someone to be my rock, I suppose. I never expected you to make sure nothing bad ever happened to me again. I just wanted to know that, if it did, I'd have you on my side. And, well... here you are."

"Here I am, only still standing because of you."

"Well, keeping you standing was my half of the deal."

"Giving me a child was your half of the deal. Everything else was subject to further negotiation."

Duran shot Fanner a look, eyebrows raised but he didn't interrupt the conversation.

Despite everything, Yore found himself letting out a laugh.

Duran had a lot to catch up on.

[dewdrop-writes]

The Dawn of A New Time

Finally presenting part 8 of Teyvat's wielder!

<<First | <Previous | Next >

You had to admit, Dawn Winery looked much fore impressive in person than in the game. Well - you supposed it was only logical, given that it was mostly just an asset in the game as opposed to a space someone lived in. Still, you couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful décor - old-fashioned to an extent, perhaps, but still very luxurious. Your eyes scanned the mahogany walls - the expensive furniture and the gorgeous plush crimson rugs with golden trims.

"Please, follow me, your Grace," Diluc spoke as he gently lead you upstairs, towards one of the closed doors.

"It's a simple guest room - but I will have it redecorated to your liking as soon as you'd like," he spoke modestly, pushing the heavy door open.

Your mouth hung agape at the large, inviting bed - the large windows allowing sunlight to pour in - the huge closet by one of the walls. It was lovely, even if void of much personality.

"Thank you, Diluc. For allowing me to stay," you spoke softly, entering the room hesitantly as you slid off the hood of the thick cloak draped over you. As you began to shrug it off, Diluc rushed to your side, taking it from you in a show of gentlemanliness. It was sweet, you had to admit.

"Would you like anything to eat?" he asked as he folded the woolen cloth over his arm, standing with his back straight and head bowed. You bit your lip, contemplating.

"Yeah...sure. Thank you."

He nodded and rushed off, closing the door gently and leaving you to your own devices. Slowly, you walked over to the window and gazed outside. The sun had risen to a high point - it was noon, you assumed. You watched crystalflies hover above the grapes growing in rows and smiled, pushing the window open gently.

In a swift motion, the creatures began to flock to you, gently fluttering around your face. Chuckling, you reached out a hand and allowed one to land upon it. The blue glow it cast upon your skin was lovely - yet it also brought up painful memories of your time in Mondstadt flooding back to the forefront of your mind.

You sighed.

Would you truly ever be safe?

The rest of the mansion would be witnessing the young Ragnvindr in unusually high spirits, the perpetual scowl all but wiped from his face as he approached the kitchen.

Knocking gently on the door, he caught the attention of a couple maids.

"I would like for lunch to be made. A couple of different options, preferably." he stated, giving a curnt nod as a greeting.

"Will you be entertaining guests, master Diluc?" Hillie, the maid with sand-toned long hair asked, a curious smile occurring on her features.

He paused for a moment.

"Yes." was all he could answer for now. He assured himself that he'd let the staff know about your presence as soon as you were ready. Until then, he could enjoy the luxury of being the only one to receive your attention.

"Please call upon me once you are finished with cooking," he ordered, before turning on his heel and heading towards the front door. He found himself lingering in the garden - watching crystal flies flock to the window of your room with a faint smile.

Of course - anything and anyone would love to be acknowledged by you.

He soon began to pick grapes from the vines growing on his property, hoping you'd enjoy them. Something provided to you by him. By his legacy.

He sighed wistfully.

He would have much work to do to give you everything you deserved, but with one glance at your open window, gently interacting with crystalflies, he knew it'd be worth the effort. You were worth the effort. He knew he'd succeed.

A delicate aroma - mixes of different ingredients and spices - lingered through the house. It smelled delicious, that was for sure. You were sat upon your bed, browsing a book you'd plucked from the bookshelf. Crystalflies hovered around you - you'd left the window open, after all.

A gentle breeze occasionally flew by, cooling you off when you felt you needed it - disappearing once you'd had enough. You had to give it to Teyvat - it knew your whims better than you did.

Finally, a gentle yet stern knock upon your door caught your attention. You slid off the bed slowly and approached - the crystalflies sticking close by.

"It's me, Diluc," the voice stated before you could ask.

You released a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

"Come in!" you replied shakily, hoping he wouldn't catch it.

The door opened soundlessly - of course it would. Despite the aged look of the house, it was certainly well maintained.

Before you stood Diluc, holding a large silver tray on one arm, an array of different meals and drinks upon it.

"You need help with that?" you asked, concerned that he might lose balance and spill all of that onto himself, getting a nasty burn or two in the process.

He shook his head with a smile as he walked in, holding it in perfect balance as he closed the door and walked over to your bed, setting it on the nightstand.

"I've done my fair share of waitering - don't worry," he reassured you, a mischievous smile on his face.

You chuckled.

"I suppose that's true."

Quietly, you followed him to the side of your bed.

"I had my chefs cook up some dishes...you can pick whatever you like best. Of course, if there's anything else you'd like I can-"

You silenced him and smiled as you marveled at the beautiful dishes.

"No, no. All of these look and smell great."

He turned away, his cheeks heating up somewhat.

"Would you like to join me?" you offered as you sat on your bed, picking up the dish that appeared to be sticky honey roast.

He seemed surprised by your offer.

"N-no, there's no need for that, your Grace. I've...already eaten," he managed to sputter out.

You raised a brow.

"No, you haven't," you called him out.

He sighed.

"Guilty."

"Then please - join me. There's no way I could eat all this myself anyway." You smiled gently and patted the space on the edge of the bed beside you.

Awkwardly, he picked out the dish that resembled a Pile 'em up - only somewhat more intricate. You smiled.

It must be his specialty dish - you realized.

Slowly, trying to eat with your best manners as to not look silly in front of the nobleman, you dug into your dish.

Diluc refrained from eating at first - his gaze glued to you. He seemed to be in awe of it, adoring the sight.

You were eating something he provided, after all. And enjoying it. And had asked him to join you.

You glanced at him as you took a sip of water, raising a brow. He seemed to fluster at that and dug in, keeping his eyes locked on the dish in embarrassment of being caught staring.

You finished your meals quietly, only exchanging a few occasional words here and there. You supposed neither of you were used to idle chatting these days.

"Would you like me to leave the leftovers here, in case you get hungry before dinner?" he offered as he collected your empty dishes.

You shook your head.

"I'm fine, no need to worry about it. I would like to have some water though, if it's not too much to ask..."

He nodded eagerly.

"I'll get you a jug and clean mug to drink it from," he declared, his posture perfect as always. And stiff.

"I could get it myself, if you tell me where they are - you don't need to wait on my hand and foot-"

He was quick to shake his head franticly, his eyes wide with fear.

"I haven't told the maids about your status yet...and I'm worried about their reactions. Besides, I do have to wait on your hand and foot, your Grace. It'd be shameful for me to make you do such menial tasks yourself." He was quick to explain his reasoning, bowing his head once more.

"Why haven't you told them yet, then? Do you think...they won't believe me?" you asked, biting your lip.

Were you less safe here than you'd been led to believe? Perhaps you should return to Albedo...

"I was merely awaiting your approval of it. But if you're alright with it - we could tell the staff during dinner. Most of the employees will be in the house by that time."

You nodded slowly.

"Alright. Dinner, then."

You waited as the hours passed - anticipation and anxiety levels surging up as you pictured the reaction of Diluc's staff. Would they really accept that you're not some kind of imposter? Or would they rush to get the knights - pull out their weapons and try to end your life then and there?

You took in a deep breath.

You were safe here.

You had to believe that.

Even when your faith in people was weak.

A gentle knock upon your door dragged you out of your thoughts. You took a few more deep breaths to ease your nerves, before nodding to yourself and walking over to the door, opening it hesitantly.

"Good evening, your Grace," Diluc spoke. He'd shed his dark coat and was now stood before you wearing a white dress shirt and black waistcoat.

You smiled wearily.

"Ready for dinner?" he asked as he stepped out of the way so you could exit the room.

You bit your lip, teeth digging into the flesh harsher than you intended.

"I think so." You could feel the coppery taste of blood linger in your mouth as you released your lip - you must have broken skin.

"We can always do this another time, your Grace-"

"No," you interrupted. "The sooner we rip the band aid off, the better." You were still hesitant, but you were determined.

Diluc refrained from questioning you further.

As you walked down the stairs quietly - Diluc leading the way - you were awed by a scene right out of a painting. A magnificent table, set with lavish, artful dishes holding mouth-watering dishes. Servants stood by one of the walls facing the staircase, wearing pristine outfits.

You gulped.

The eyes of the staff were glued to you.

You, as you descended the stairs in the supposedly divine robes Teyvat itself had gifted you - a radiant warmth spreading across the room as you entered.

Before you, or Diluc, could say anything - the servants were bowing before you.

Diluc heaved a sigh of relief as he allowed himself to smile.

"I'm honored to announce that Their Divine Grace is gracing us with their presence for this meal," he spoke as he lead you to a chair at the head of the table. He pulled out the chair and motioned for you to take a seat. You did so hesitantly, your gaze flickering between the awed staff members.

"Your Grace - if there's anything else you would like us to prepare - if the food isn't to your liking, please let us know. We will prepare something else for you immediately," Adelaide spoke, seeming flustered as she had never imagined such a guest residing in the manor.

She prided herself in making sure everything was perfect in the house - but you were above perfection - something she couldn't even hope to attain with even her finest work.

You smiled nervously.

"No, no - there's no need to go the extra mile for me," you quickly reassured her. "Everything here looks amazing."

Your words rung like the highest praise to every member of the staff, smiles beaming upon their faces.

Diluc took a seat opposite you and nodded towards the servants as thanks.

"While the Divine Creator resides here - they would prefer if this stays a secret, for now." His words were spoken as a mere suggestion, but the underlying command was clear to all.

And they wouldn't dare to go against the master's - or the Creator's orders, would they?

The night air was warm at Dawn Winery - a summery breeze gently caressing the redhead's hair as he stepped outside. He was dressed in all black once more as he set his sights on Mondstadt.

With a crimson gaze, he bid farewell to the stars as he left Dawn Winery - knowing the cold wind and clouded sky would be awaiting him in the city.

He had no desire to set foot into that nest of corruption and inhospitality, but he knew he had to - for the sake of his beloved God. Many nights, he wished he didn't know the exact route of the man he once called a brother - but now, at least - it was proving useful. He was well aware that the Cavalry Captain would be out patrolling the streets - perhaps bitter over not being able to spend his night with the bottle.

Well, his night was about to become a lot worse now, as Diluc's vision glowed brightly, his anger beginning to simmer.

The streets of Mondstadt were dark, few people lingering upon the paved streets - most spending their night at home, or wasting away at bars.

There - he saw the man he once called brother - his navy hair tied loosely and being whisked around by the harsh gusts of wind.

Diluc scowled, as he began to approach.

TAGLIST

@ladyv1n @gblubrry@karmawonders @nicebonescomrade @xyliope @under-a-starry-night @sinnam0n--roll @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry @inlustris-is-slowly-dying @5-stirling-heartstrings @valenrien@tanspostsblog @weabtrash @gorousfanclub @tendous-socks @bajifairyy @tanuki-76 @victoria1676 @irrivoid @harmonbrooke @yokesmam @kayden-rma @julietdelamare @sarahyumiko2 @crazydreamcat @shadowfoxey @wonderlace19 @sm0l-0ne @jelly-fishy-babie @damitjackson @lnrchii @lotterymology @sweet-sage-tea @cativile @riddeny @dibhachu @darkumbreon92 @calfigaman @sadlonelybagel @white-like-dis @goatchulu @ehjane @luvliepluto @mysticmira9640 @chocogi @tanspostsblog @just-some-stars @cronp @xiaosimper @creation-magician @zotinha456 @sharieb @ellie3467 @that-one-lilith @sugamonster22 @bella-wolf100 @lilianassafespace-27 @kavalcade @blueberryhitosh1 @eifron @kimura-uzuri @bwaaaaaa @chaosinanutshell @nanastie

[mydekuacademia]

hi! this is an Emergency Request! i hope this okay to ask, but could i request Aizawa with a student reader whose entire family abused them physically/psychologically for most of their life and switched to just psychological abuse as they got older? Because of this they think they can't be a hero, they are afraid of bonding with anyone, and have started sleeping/eating much less and dread having to go home. And when dorm time rolls around they're scared their parents will refuse to let them go.

i hope this is okay! Thank you for taking the time to read my request!

I hope I'm not too late answering this! Also, sorry if this isnt written the best, im in the middle of a migraine

My dms are always open if you need to talk <3

Warning: child abuse (physical and psychological)

In Safe Hands

Some people love school - they get to see their friends, learn new things, etc. Some people hate school - they have to wake up early, be around people they hate, get told what to do, etc. But for you, school was your one and only safe haven.

Every day, you woke up to either furious screams or bruising blows. If you were lucky, your wakeup call was your threadbare blanket being torn off of you, but that was rare. After you woke up, you tried your best to tiptoe down the hallway to the bathroom once you were positive it was unoccupied. There, you would do your usual morning routine of showering and making yourself presentable. There wasn't much you could do about the bruises and welts littering your skin, but you always hoped everyone at school would assume they were from training. Nobody had questioned that excuse so far.

Little did you know, your homeroom teacher had been keeping an eye on you. He knew that your classmates hadn't hit you hard enough to leave marks that lasted more than a couple days. None of them gave you any reason to be sporting dark circles under your eyes. So he paid closer attention.

As the months passed by, you were physically injured less and less, but the mental torture escalated. Some days you were screamed at relentlessly for literal hours. Other days, your family acted as though you didn't exist - normally, that was a good thing, but now it just made you feel alone. You were gaslit, berated, taunted, and that was just the verbal aspect. Your family also worked to remove your sense of privacy and safety. They removed your bedroom door, forced you to take the lock off your phone and checked it regularly, set a strict curfew and locked you out if you missed it, and so on.

This all led you to become a different person. Your classmates all saw the change, even the ones you weren't particularly close to. You began to withdraw, not raising your hand in class or sitting with your friends at lunch, and eventually not eating lunch at all. You were unsteady in hero training, which resulted in easily lost matches and more frequent trips to Recovery Girl. You always hesitated when leaving the classroom at the end of the school day. People in Class B were even talking about seeing you asleep in empty classrooms during breaks.

Aizawa had more than enough reason to confront you, so he pulled you out of hero training one day and sat you down in the teachers' lounge with a cup of tea.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush," Aizawa started. "Something's going on. Your grades are dropping, you're not eating lunch, you aren't talking to your friends, you're falling asleep between classes. Care to explain?"

You froze, heart stuttering. You knew he meant well, you knew he would never do anything to hurt you, and yet you couldn't help but see the similarities between his inquiry and your family's interrogations. You trusted your teacher, but in that moment, he was yet another abuser.

Scalding tears filled your eyes and blurred your vision, reducing your teacher to a dark blob in front of you. You wanted to say something, but your throat locked up. Instead, you shook your head and wrapped your arms around yourself.

"You won't say?" he asked. You shook your head again. "Can't talk about it?" You nodded. "Alright, how about I ask some yes or no questions?" You nodded again.

"Are you having problems at home?"

You nodded.

"Are you safe at home?"

You shrugged.

"Does your family physically hurt you?"

You made a "sort of" motion with your hand. Tears trickled down your cheeks, and your chest ached.

"Okay, have they physically hurt you recently?"

You shook your head.

"Have they ever physically hurt you?"

Yes.

"Do they emotionally hurt you?"

Yes.

"Are you safe?"

Now, you didn't know how to respond to that. You didn't feel like your life was in danger, but you certainly didn't have a good quality of life.

At your pause, Aizawa changed tactics. "Do you need help?"

His heart absolutely broke at how desperate you looked when you frantically nodded at him. He already knew he would die for any of his students, but your reaction made him want to live for his students instead. Protecting them by taking a death blow in their stead was certainly one way to help, but he now knew he could do more by staying alive to advocate for them and intervene when necessary.

"I shouldn't be telling you this, but I feel like this will give you some hope," he started. "Nezu has been considering building dorms for all students to live in. You can get out, you can be safe."

He expected your expression to lighten, even just a bit, but was surprised to see you fall further into despair. Your face dropped into your hands, and your shoulders trembled as though he had just placed a massive burden on them.

"But Aizawa-sensei," you whimpered. "They'll never let me go."

"What do you mean?"

Your head shot up again, staring him directly in the eye. "They- they won't let me leave! I'm stuck there!" Your breathing picked up. "That probably means I won't be able to continue going to school here. I should probably just drop out now. I'm not fit to be a hero-"

"(Y/n)," Aizawa interrupted. "You will not have to leave UA. If your parents contest you moving into the dorms, the school will take legal action using what you just told me. As it is, even if you are allowed to move, we will make sure they face consequences for their actions."

You peered up at him through wet eyelashes, trying not to give in to the spark of hope that was trying to take light in your heart. It was too good to be true, wasn't it?

"Also, you are more than fit to be a hero. The fact that you haven't given up is proof enough of that. No hero is expected to continue fighting after a traumatic experience until they're healed - the same goes for you."

You sat up further and unconsciously wiped the tears from your face.

"As your teacher and pro-hero Eraserhead, I promise you, at this school you're in safe hands."

[jjk-anime-horray]

Mr. Steal your Girl

Suguru Getou x Reader

Summary: After Getou catches Gojo cheating on you, he finally becomes fed up with his bestfriend's bullshit. So, he does the mature thing, he goes and tell you what happened, and makes you his in the process.

Note: I had this thought in my mind forever, so I naturally write it down to preserve it. Please take this offering as my first unholy sacrifice to the Jujutsu Kaisen fandom. Please enjoy!

Warnings: This is NSFW! This is Smut! Please don't read it if you are uncomfortable with those things. Cheating (from Gojo), Sex, fluff, Reader is Female and or has Female anatomy , and Angst (Cross posted on my ao3).

When Suguru Getou, your boyfriend's best friend, and your good friend came knocking on your door after 8:00, you honestly didn't know what to expect. Was he injured? Your line of work was notorious for that. So, when you peered through your key hole to see his slender eyed face distraught, your first instinct is to open the door.

"Suguru what happened?" You say in a lower and mellow tone of your normal voice as to display concern. "Are you hurt?"

"No no, you got the wrong idea!" His black maned body lifted in his hand in a slight waving motion as a common action to calm someone down. "However, I have something to tell you. Can I come in?"

"Of course you're my friend, and I'm always here for you! Next time can you give me a little warning will ya?"

"Yeah, of course (Y/N)." He said while moving his body through your apartment's entrance, and swiftly plopping himself on your couch next to your body, already sitting there.

"Oh!" You say remembering something. "Do you want anything to drink or eat? I've got some left over pizza in the fridge if you want it! Hold on let me just go get it."

You quickly push your hands onto the cloth underneath you to lift your weight off of the couch, only to have your arm be weighted down gently by the man next to you.

"You don't need to get me anything (Y/N). Plus, I don't have an appetite right now anyway. Can you sit back down I really need to tell you this?"

He looked you dead in the eyes. Onyx eyes swirled with not their usual playfulness, but uncertainty and concern instead. Triggering you to sit back down on the fabric below you with the same feelings.

"What's wrong Suguru?"

"Well you see....." Words fell dry in his mouth. How was he supposed to tell you this without making you cry? He never wants to make you unhappy. He especially doesn't want you to cry because his friend is skank, and a piece of shit.

He looked over to you with sadness in his eyes, swirling in them with glassiness around the iris'. He thought about all of the times he looked to see you so happy with him, lips letting out gorgeous laughter, mouth curling into a beautiful smile, and your excitement burst at something with joy. But then his mind went to the blonde bouncing on Satoru's cock, moans leaving her mouth that were supposed to be coming out of yours for him. While she was pretty, she didn't nearly compare to you, and while she was sexy he couldn't even be slightly attracted at the thing bound to ruin your relationship. It angered him, enraged him, that his friend was stupid enough to hurt or give up something like you. However, his stupidity gave him a a direct chance to finally get what he wanted. I guess he could thank his dumb platinum blonde of a friend for that.

"Satoru is cheating on you."

"What?" You said, but you could hear him completely fine. It was out of disbelief.

"Look (Y/N), I'm really sorry. This probably isn't how you wanted to fine out. I just walked in on it, and I couldn't just not tell you when I was, you know.... there."

More and more consoling words spilt from his mouth in an effort to comfort you, but you cease to even register them as you started crying. Salty tears started to trickle from your eyes, and down your cheeks. You felt embarassed, jealous, and sad all at the same time. You knew of his past behavior, why did you expect anything to change?

"Wow, I'm an complete idiot."

"What (Y/N)?! Don't say shit like that! That's completely untrue. You're talented, funny, you-"

"Suguru, I knew of his past behaviors, I let my feelings ignore them, and I expected him to change. I'm a fool for that."

Why would you think he would change. Fuck, you gave your heart to the wrong person. You should have known! The trickle of droplets cascading down your face only started to grow even more. You didn't want to be crying in front of your friend. You didn't want to be crying at all! This was your fault for failing to see that people hardly change.

To Suguru it was heartbreaking to see you in a condition like this. If Gojou was anyone other than his best friend he would have beaten him to a pulp already.

"Hey, Suguru." You say, voice cracking as you tried to hold it together, and peaking your head up slightly from the position pressed into your knees.

"Yeah (Y/N)?"

"Could you give me a minute to cry this out, alone? I don't like you seeing me like this."

"Okay. I'll go into the other room, but I'm not leaving you completely alone when you're emotionally distressed."

"Thanks Guru'." You say as he left to go into the other room, away from your water works.

"Anything for you (Y/N)."

With him finally gone could finally let it all out, and truly just let yourself cry. Now, not having to worry about embarrassing yourself in front of your friend. Your eyes turned puffy the more you let out your pent up emotions. The same eyes turned redder the more you let out your anger because of the situation (through your tears). Red eyes turned your shirt wet, and completely soaked from the water streaming down your face. However, the more you let it out, the more you started to let it go. Yes it hurt, but no it wasn't something you couldn't recover from. Yes you were losing your friend, but no you weren't losing Suguru from this because he wouldn't be here right now if he was siding with Gojou. You hands drifted to your phone to text your best friend, Shoko, what happened.

Gojo cheated on me. Your fingers glided to press into the screen.

You waited fo couple of minutes, well only one, until a notification lit up your screen in response to your text.

You're kidding me

That son of a bitch, want me to murk him?

Do you need me to come over?

Multiple messages came bombarding in one go. You were glad to see that she was as pissed as you were. Making you halt your crying into snickering and laughter at your friend's eagerness.

No you don't need to come over

I know u r working, and Guru' is already here

He's the one who told be

Another light flashed onto your screen.

Okay, just tell me if you need anything

Luv you babes!

She never failed to make you smile, even if she was sneaking a smoke. In which that you hated.

Luv u too

"I heard laughter so I assumed if it was safe to come back in."

A certain man came around the corner with a glass of water and cloth his hands.

"Yeah you're right, Shoko is the best sometimes."

You felt a large weight lower half of the couch, coincidently lifting your eye level up to be more on par with a certain pair of slender ones.

"I brought you some water, crying drains a lot out of you, and I don't want you to get dehydrated."

"Thanks Guru, it means a lot."

You take the cup from his hand. Your fingers met with his fingers and the glass as you shifted the water from his to your hands. Then to lifting it to your lips you take a large gulp of it. Causing a little drop of water to dribble down your chin in the process of your refreshment.

As the water dripped down your chin you felt a thumb connect with your check, slowly making it's way down your skin to your lips and chin to imprison the that had escaped onto it's creases.

"Hey (Y/N) I have a damp cloth right here to help with the swelling of your eyes. Can you close them for a sec?"

"Sure."

With your eyes now closed you felt a cool presence over your eyes, but it did more than help the swelling in your eyes. It also calmed you down, but you knew it wasn't the cloth that was calming you down. It was the male pressing it gently into your face. And the one that gently removed it from your eyes when the right amount of time had passed.

Unveiling your eyes you look to Suguru who was currently placing the items he had gotten for you on to the table in front of the two of your.

"Guru' "

"Yeah (Y/N)?"

"Come here."

You said come here, but you didn't actually wait for him to move as you want to him first enveloping him in your grasp with a hug. Your head burying into his shoulders and chest.

"Thank you Suguru, for everything."

"No problem (Y/N), are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay, I just wish I could forget about him."

"I could make you forget about him."

"What?"

"I said" Hot breath fanned across your ear, while you didn't know if it was the intimate position that the two of you were in, or it was the black haired man that was unbelievable gorgeous talking that sent shivers down your spine. "I could make you forget."

"Please (Y/N), let me make you forget." That last sentence was the last one needed to shift the mood completely. What was a light hearted one now turned heavy from the impending building lust that the two of you secretly shared for the longest time.

You felt hot lips trail down your neck, slow kisses dancing across the expanse of your skin down, only to quickly trail back up to your ear, and then your jaw. Wetness was placed right next to your lips, but not onto them.

Onyx eyes pierced into yours looking for a awnser. They swirled with want, desire, and love as they looked at your right in front of you. It was so intoxicating that you could help yourself from being completely lost in them.

"Suguru, please make me forget." You let out with a needy whine, wanting to get lost in his lips more than anything.

Then predatory orbs locking in on it's prey, and he pounced onto you locking you into a seering kiss as lips collided, and you were pinned under him.

His lips glued themselves to yours, hot, needy, and loving. They constantly alternated from hot, lustful, rushed kisses to slow, romantic, loving one that were offering you all he had to offer. You missed the feeling of them on you when he pulled away.

"You want to forget (Y/N)? I'll make you forget that that ungrateful bastard ever touched you, and that all you can think about it is my fat cock inside of you. You want that don't you?" Finishing his sentence he attached his slips to the sweat spot on you neck, causing you to silt your head, and grind your clothed sex onto the knee pinning you down to the couch.

"Please."

"Great, but lets get you undressed first, I want to see all of you when I ruin you. Strip for me, I bet you can do that angel can't you?" To allow you to put on a show for him he sat back onto the couch, staring at you with a ferocious hunger that was about to be fulfilled.

Obediently you sat yourself up onto the couch, and hooked your arms onto the bottom of your shirt to reveal your barren body with glorious feature to him.

"Fuck princess, no bra? Dirty girl~" He latched himself onto your breasts. Caressing, pinching, pulling with his right hand on one breast, and his mouth, sucking, teasing, and squeezing the other playful mound of flesh. He slowed his ruthless pace to speed in up then slow it down, again, again, and again. Alternating which breast got which part of his body, and it was driving you insane. And you couldn't help Letting out little whispers, whines, and groans as he did.

"Guru, stop teasing me please."

"I'll stop teasing you when you when I stop finding you amazing, because fuck I could play with you like this forever."

"Guru, please touch my cunt, please!" You said, letting out a whine, and bucking to his erection trapped in his sweats as you did so.

"Using dirty words I see. Princesses shouldn't talk like that darling, but who am I to not give pleasure to someone who's so honest about her needs. I'll give you what you want baby, lift your hips for me."

With no reason to reject his off you do was he says, allowing him to slip off your pants, and little white panties in one go. Giving him a full view of your glistening sex dripping with arousal from teasing. Begging to be touched as it pulsated.

"Wet already darling?"

You gasped airily, as you felt him insert a much need finger into your dying cunt. Finally giving your pussy the attention it it needed with big thick milky fingers.

"Fuck baby you're so tight, I'm going to have to prepare you to make sure I don't hurt you because I would hate to see that."

Speeding up his finger he forced for of it into your pussy lips stretching you out in the process. Pumping strongly with fingers curling up towards your womb he hit all of the right spots inside your walls as he added another finger. Causing you to squirm and wiggle under his grasp pleasing his eyes with the amazing sight.

Feeling bad that you were being given all of the attention, you slowly reach to try to touch him, only to have your wrist snatched up with his other free hand.

"Bad baby, shouldn't you know know not to touch people without their permission? Naughty."

He brought the soft curve of your hand up to his mouth to give it a tender kiss. Only for seconds later to bring into down to your clit, and forcefully guiding you hand to out pressure on the little sensitive flesh button causing as he move your hand to circle it.

This building burning pressure turned to be too much to handle as you felt a familiar sensation burn in your lower stomach as your body prepared itself to cum. Fluttering around his fingers in the process.

"Do you need to cum?" Suguru said while gazing his eyes into yours, speeding up his finger even more than you could imagine. Rending you speechless as you gave him a rapid nod in response.

"You have to use your words baby."

"Please Suguru, please let me cum!"

"Do it baby."

The sensation bursted through your lower body as you finally got the release you deserved. Suguru encased your lips into a lustful action as you whined into his mouth pouring slick all over his fingers.

Greedily while looking right at you he swirled his knuckles into his mouth a lapped your juices with delight, and a grin on his face pleased with his work.

He looked at you with a grin on his face, and a naughty twinkle in his eye that made you know what he was going to say next while slightly pulling down his sweat and boxers to reveal a juicy cock. Long, thick, trimmed, clean. Who new your Ex boyfriend's best friend was packing more than he was? I made you wiggle with anticipation. "I think you're ready baby for my cock, do you want it?"

"Yes please, fuck me now, in this pussy right here, I want to feel you so badly!"

"Someone's eager." He said letting out a heart chuckle. "Good thing you are because so am I."

Before you could even say anything he slipped you onto your stomach and slammed into you awaiting cunt all in one go. Affectively making you let out of scream.

"Suguru!" You let out with a yelp if pleasure, and surprise from the new invading stretch.

"Sorry I couldn't wait, fuck your so tight, if I had known I would have done this sooner."

He sunk himself fully into your pussy, then stalled waiting for your to adjust to the stretch of his member. Since you two were bearbacking he could feel every pulse of your pussy as it tried to accommodate his length. And he fucking loved.

Not being to contain himself any longer he pulled himself half way out, then slammed himself back in to see all of your fuck about expressions again and to hear you whine. God, he was going to get used to this.

Gripping your ass he made himself a slow but deep pace into your womenhood once again. He continued this again, and again, and again. Until he found himself speeding up and he drilled harder into your sex, loving he way he name founded when it was being screamed from your lips.

You found yourself having to try to control your breathing as to it not being completely blown away by the main raining to you from behind. His onslaught on your cunt made you abosulety breathless. You felt your pussy contracting the more you thought about the man pleasuring you, how did you not see all of him before this.

But your thoughts were ripped away as you felt a large hand grab your jaw forcing you to look up into predatory onyx eyes. The eye contact as he was hitting it from behind, having his balls pound into your clit, and your G-Spot throughly abused made you pussy quiver in anticipation of your release.

"(Y/N) are close to summing." He said. while completely continuing to fuck you without the slightest pause.

"Yes, umm hmm!" You say nodding as you still looked into his eyes, knowing his loved the contact.

"Fuck....." He said smirking at your wrecked form beneath him "Great." Then he took his hand off of your next to harshly rub your clit, causing you too spill your release over water than you. realized. Making you see white fuzz through the orgasm as he fucked you though it.

Now it was your turn to listen to his moans as seconds later he finished his thick cum on your ass as he flopped in exhaustion shortly after that onto his arms to entrap you under him into the couch cashing your breath.

Panting, Suguru flipped you over to sit you on his lap, curling your legs around his waist, sitting you up to face his intense gaze once again.

"I'm going to go clean you up okay." But just as he's about to lift the two fo you up you stop him momentarily.

"Suguru, will stay with me please?

"I thought that was a given, of course I'm staying, I'm going to run bath."

Placing a kiss on your forehead he brought you to your bathroom, and cleaned the two of you up. Slowly cleaning everything that may have been dirtied, caressing everything on your body, he held you in such a way that it just felt right to be like it.

And sure enough he was holding you in his arms in your sheets the next morning with no intentions of letting you go. Or letting you hear the door ring as his sorry ass of a bestfriend came to offer you an apology.

This was my first smut! How did I do you guys?

Part Two

[bmwiid]

It's dark, and she's trying not to be heard out here. She'd been traveling alone for a long time, picking up odd jobs here and there. Small towns sometimes need a wizard but can't afford the gold.

She'd gotten through with some basic spells, the ones that didn't leave her weak and shaking - basic mending on a barn door, molding earth for a farmer to drain a field, shaping water to help during a bad flood. She'd worked slowly, warned the people who hired her.

"I'm not a real wizard. I can't do a lot. I'll do my best, though, for some food, or a place to sleep."

(break because it's long enough to annoy your dash)

It was good work, and fairly steady in the little rural towns and villages. Sometimes she'd get a couple copper along with supplies to take with her. Once she'd even been given a warm coat, with extra pockets on the inside. It had belonged to someones father, a little old, a little patched up, but a damn good coat nonetheless.

It was stained now, with blood. She'd thought most of it was his, but the longer she ran, the wider the stain was getting. She'd been walking on the main road between Ivar and Lorian, two little places that probably weren't shown on any map. It was cold, but not snowing yet, so she let her mind wander as she made her way. Eva, the woman who needed help with a nest of rats in her basement who had been eating her stores for the winter, said her friend in Lorian would put her up for a few days if she said Eva sent her.

"There's always work for someone like you, round those parts." She said, patting her on the arm with frail fingers. "Take this, no one round here can make head nor tails of it."

It had been a book. A little leatherbound thing, in a deep blue. It didn't look fancy - and when she opened it, the symbols swam in front of her eyes. "Thank you." She'd said, pocketing it.

But that has been a few days ago, and too far away now to try and go back. The roads were supposed to be safe. The war was over and the danger (supposedly) passed.

It had been starting to get dark and she'd spotted a couple of trees that could make a nice shelter for the night, if she could curl up small enough.

He must have thought he'd gotten lucky, when she wandered up to his little spot. Thinking back, he'd probably been waiting for a rider, or a carriage. Something worth his while.

She wouldn't have told anyone, she wouldn't have raised a fuss. But he didn't want to let her go without handing over her coin and he didn't listen when she'd told him she'd nothing to give.

The fight had been short - She'd warned him not to mess with her. It had taken almost all of her energy to cast the spell and she knew she hadn't done it right when he lurched back with blood on his teeth rather than passing out. He'd rushed her with a knife and she'd panicked, she only knew a few simple tricks and her magic missile hadn't done as much as she'd hoped.

He hadn't been as lucky the next time she cast it though.

But it had taken everything out of her. She'd started to run, because he was still breathing, even as he lay on the ground, and she could feel her head starting to pound from reaching too deep.

It was dark now, though, and her feet kept catching on rocks and rabbit holes and her eyes couldn't adjust properly to the night. She saw something - a small, round hillock, sticking out of the ground and she figured, if she kept low to the ground and tucked in close, she might not be seen. She might be able to rest till the sun came up. She might be able to stop the bleeding.

She collapsed against the hill, which was harder than she had expected, and smooth. Probably a rock, she thought, leaning against it heavily.

Peeling her coat back, she could hear the thick, wet sound of fabric heavy with blood.

"Oh fuck me." she sighed. It was too dark to see much and she didn't want to risk sewing her wound without light.

As she sat, looking up at the night sky, and the stars twinkling, she heard a sound. Her head snapped around but it was too dark for her to see anything except shadows.

"Are... you well?" A male voice asked, somewhere further to her left. The voice sounded worried, and heavily accented - not a local, which was odd.

She held up her hands, hoped they didn't see the blood. "Please," she managed, and her voice sounded off to her own ears. "I don't want any trouble." she said. Doubtless she looked dangerous, covered in blood. He might not know it was her own.

"Yes." He said, and she could see a shadow move, closer than she expected. She flinched, and pulled back.

"I wish you no harm." He said. His tone was odd, like he didn't quite know what the right thing to say. "You are... safe." He said. "We do not wish you harm."

We? Her head was swimming, and she could feel her adrenaline waning. "Sure," she managed, before she faded into blackness.

-

"Healing is not my specially." Someone was saying. She tried to open her eyes, but they felt heavy and weighted. The voice was the same man she could remember, the heavy accent sounded more pronounced now though.

Another person sighed. "Ja, I know. Should I reach out to Jester?"

Another man, then. Local.

"I have a potion somewhere." The local man said, and she could hear the rustling of a pack, and she tried to move. Potions were expensive, and she couldn't pay it back - not in this lifetime at least.

Someone lightly touched her head, soft fingers - softer than anyone she'd known in her life. "You should not be worried." The accented one said, voice low. "Caleb will be able to assist you."

"I can't-" she started to say, before another hand carefully cupped her jaw.

"Vorsichtig," he said, and a cool glass touched her lips.

She tried to shake her head, but didn't have the strength. The liquid was thicker than she'd expected, and cold. It was bitter - like the alcohol her pappa sometimes drank, that her grandfather let her sip once.

Her eyes fluttered open, feeling crusty, like she'd been sleeping for days.

The first thing she saw was a drow. A drow. His skin was a deep purple, with a shock of white curls - he looked delicate, fragile - and worried. She couldn't help but frown. Weren't they all... monsters?

"And now you are awake." He said, smiling slightly. His teeth were white, whiter than anyone she'd ever met - and pointed slightly. His fingers left her forehead gracefully.

She pulled herself up into a sitting position, and found herself in what seemed to be a dome. The other man was... local. Red hair, a little wild. His clothes looked empire made, but in better cloth than she'd seen. When he smiled, one of his teeth was slightly crooked. His skin was pale, with heavy freckles. She saw men like this every day.

Her brother. Her father. Hells, he could show up at a family dinner and no one would notice. He was smiling at her.

"Feeling better already, ja?" He said, and pushed the almost empty bottle into her hands. When she looked at their hands, the pale skin, freckles... He really could be one of her brothers.

As if any brother round these parts could afford 75 gold on a healing potion.

"Ja." she managed. "Thank you. I can't pay for this." She croaked.

He started to shrug, but stopped himself. "I've been many places," he said, sitting back to give her more space. "Collected many things. My name is Caleb." He rubbed his face, tried to smooth out his beard.

"Marta." She supplied.

"Marta." He nodded. "Please, don't worry about the cost." When she started to protest, he held up a hand. "My parents, they never earned more than 50 gold in their life." He said. He didn't look ashamed, telling her. Her own parents would skin her alive for talking about such things with a stranger. "I grew up not to far from here." He added, as an afterthought.

"Ja." she nodded. "Somewhere nearer Rexxentrum?" She guessed. When he looked shocked she'd know, she gave a shrug. "You've got the look. Something about the blood, we've all got the hair and freckles - I've never seen you before so you aren't from my side, so maybe one of the men who went off to fight in the wars?"

"My father was a member of the Righteous Brand." He supplied. He looked a little spooked.

"Yeah, a few of them thought there would be more money in the army than the farms, met girls and never came back. What was he called, your father?"

"Leofric."

She thought hard. "I don't remember hearing that name, but... honestly, it doesn't mean much. Oma might remember, if you head home."

He looked shocked, like she'd punched him hard for no reason. Maybe she'd over-stepped. A glance at the Drow didn't help. He looked torn between wanting to stay perfectly still and reaching out to comfort the red-head. Ah, it was like that, was it?

"Maybe not with your man here, though." She suggested. "Uh, no offence but your kind are... still rare and... uh..." She waved a hand in the air. "Long memories and short tempers run around these parts."

He nodded gracefully. Honestly, she'd never seen anyone look so... expensive... in her life. He was so clean. And his hair was so white.

"I have this?" She said, remembering the book. "It's not much but... potions are a lot of gold." When Caleb didn't reply, she handed it out to the Drow. He carefully took it from her grip, his nails clean and well kept. Her stained, thick fingers looked alien beside his.

He opened the cover shook his head. "You should keep this," He advised, in his accent so strange to her ears. "No wizard wants to be without their spells."

"It's not mine." She said, before biting her tongue. "I mean, I was given it, but it's not... it's not mine." She paused. "I didn't steal it." She felt the urge to clarify, under his passive look. "Why would I steal a book?"

"To read it?" Caleb said, popping out of his odd trance to sound oddly defensive.

She rolled her eyes. "Better to go with you then," She pointed out. "I can't read it."

"It's in common." The Drow said, looking again at the little book, still in his hands.

"You only read Zemnian?" Caleb asked, and it made her smile at their confused expressions.

"I grew up on a serf farm." She told them. "One of twelve. You think my mutter had time to teach me to read?" She paused. "She tried, but me and my older brother, words don't... stay where they should?" She shrugged again. "I've got a good memory and learned some tricks from a traveling cleric when I was a little girl. He said I had a talent, gave me this."

She held out out the quartz. She'd heard that real wizards used diamonds, but real wizards could read and write and didn't grow up tired and hungry and already beat down. Her pappa told her it wasn't worth selling when he took it from her. Let her keep it, let her practice after her working day was done.

The Drow let her push it into his hand. "It's called a focus." She told him. She felt a little proud to know the correct word.

His nod was... distant. "You cast with this?" He asked, looking at it closely. "Without... written spells?"

"Mhm," she nodded. "I earn enough from town to town to keep me fed and watered." She glanced at Caleb. "And I don't need to work myself sick on the farm to do it. Just... don't quite earn enough for a potion."

"A cleric gave you this?" The Drow asked, handing it over to Caleb, who looked... a little oddly at her. Like he was guilty, in a weird way.

She nodded. "He showed up when I was... five or six? We thought he was local cause he was all pale and with the red hair, but he was some kinda elf. The adults said he couldn't stay in town because he caused some trouble, but I found him sleeping in the barn that night, and he taught me some real magic." She looked at them both, trying not to sound too proud or boastful. "He said it didn't matter I couldn't read spells, and he told me about the focus."

The Drow looked at Caleb and gave a little half shrug. "I've never heard of anyone using... rocks... as a focus before."

"Maybe you don't know a lot of wizards then." She found herself saying, before her mind could think better of it. Backtalking is how to get into trouble, not out of it, she knew.

His smile was... very quick, and very lovely. She wasn't quite sure about what Drow ladies liked, but some things were universal. She looked at her feet, and blushed.

"I've met a few." He said, before waving a hand and causing three balls of light to form from his fingertips.

Scheisse.

"Stop showing off, Essek," Caleb said, looking at the quartz. He shifted a little and pulled out a pearl from one of his pockets. She'd seen one before, although not quite as big. Her mutter had one, on a silver chain. A gift from her father, when she married. She'd heard it was worth at least half the farm. Marta watched as Caleb held the pearl to his forehead and started to mumble under his breath.

Two wizards then. She realized, and felt a strange mix of emotions. Around these parts she was the only one, and that kept her in steady work. These two were obviously more powerful and talented than she could ever be. She saw her way of life drift away like a trail of smoke from a candle.

After a few moments, he stopped muttering. "Well, it's not a rock." He said, handing the focus back to her. "This cleric... did he travel alone?"

"Yes." She said looking at the quartz in her hand. "What is it?"

"How many years ago was this?"

"I... um..." She started counting backwards. "About 10 years?"

"Your fifteen?" The drow man, Essek, said, sounding shocked. "Why are you out alone? At this age?"

She found herself looking at him oddly. "I'm old enough to be married, have my own kinder." She pointed out, feeling a little insulted.

"And he was... wasn't human?" Caleb asked, ignoring his friends exclamation.

"Yes? Why?"

"I know a... redheaded elf man with an... ability to see talent in young kinder like you." Caleb said, looking at the stone in her hand. "It's not quartz. Have you ever seen a natural, uncut diamond?"

Marta felt her heart slow down, as though time had stopped in her body. The rock in her hand was jagged and awkward and cumbersome and... about the size of her fist.

"Did he mention what God he followed?"

"No." She whispered. If it was a diamond... she could sell it. She should sell it. It would lift her whole family out of poverty. It would change their lives. Her pitiful magic was nothing to compare to that. "He said he was a traveler. Just... traveling."

She'd lose her magic, what little she had, if she sold it though.

Was she so selfish as to put simple tricks ahead of her family?

"A diamond like this could bring a person back from death." Caleb was saying. "If they were a powerful enough cleric. At least 1000 gold."

The sound that came from her throat wasn't one she was aware she could make. Somewhere between a gasp and a choke.

"If you don't write down your spells, how do you learn new ones?" Essek asked, sounding curious.

"I just... I say them out loud." She found her mouth moving without any active thought from her brain. "At the end of the day. Sometimes I just... dream new spells. I learned how to move water... after a... are you SURE it's a diamond?"

"Are you sure you are a wizard?" Essek asked, and... what?

"What?" She found herself snapping, because she did magic, real magic, and this... expensive looking drow... man... who looked like he never worked a day in his life, is questioning her?

"I think what Essek is trying to say is... have you ever thought you might not be a wizard? Are you... religious at all?"

"No." She admitted. "I don't... I guess they are real, but I don't think they care about normal people. Not people like me, or mine."

"I know a young... well, she's not as young as she was, but a younger girl. She was very lonely. And her God, he... a tall man, red hair. Green cloak. He called himself The Traveler."

Marta blinked. It was too much information all at once. She'd nearly died. Her silly tricks saved her life, and then she nearly bled to death in a field. She'd run into not one, but two wizards - who had saved her life, and then told her she'd been running around the country with a thousand gold in her pocket without knowing and now... she wasn't even a wizard like she thought?

Her breath started to come in quick, sharp gasps, and too late, the men realised perhaps she wasn't quite as stable as they'd assumed. As her vision started to go fuzzy around the edges, she was sure she heard a voice, so familiar in her dreams, say:

"Well, hello. Looks like you just can't resist meddling with my chosen few."

--

She woke up in a bed. At least, she assumed it was a bed, because clouds didn't normally have covers. The room was softly lit with the morning sunlight gently hitting the cloth that surrounded the bed.

There was a blue, horned girl, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her with a delighted expression.

"Oh my god!" the blue girl squeeked, when she realised Marta's eyes were open. "We are going to be the best friends, I can tell!"

[levis-hazelnut]

Summary: you and Levi spend your Christmas with Hanji and Moblit

Warning(s): none, just diabetes but please do tell me if you spot any!

Taglist (fill out this form) or send in an ask: open!

Status: ongoing

part 6 > part 7 > part 8

series masterlist

(a/n: just for the sake of this fic I've made hanji & moblit a couple. anddd there's been a three-year time skip, so Mikasa is now seven years old and Eren is four, and you and Levi are twenty-five)

"Hello?" Hanji spoke through the speaker in your phone as you were peacefully eating your lunch in the teacher's lounge, deep in your thoughts. Although you loved teaching at your school, you just couldn't wait until the holidays arrive, which was only in two days.

"Hi, Hanji."

"Wait. It is your lunch, right?"

"Yeah. You're not disturbing me, don't worry."

"Okay, good. Anyway, what did you get Shorty for his birthday/Christmas?"

"I have four presents for him. One is for his birthday, two is for Christmas, and the fourth one is just something extra. And I'm not going to tell anyone any of them until he gets them."

"Whyyy?" they whined.

"Because it's meant to be a surprise. We're still doing that joint Christmas thing, right?"

"Yep! Come on Christmas Eve and you can stay over."

"Okay," you smiled. "Can I know what you got for Moblit?"

They lowered their voice, and by their tone, you could guess they were grinning. "So, I got three presents for him. One is this cologne he's been wanting for some time but he couldn't find it anywhere. The second one is a watch. And the last one is..." they lowered their voice even more. "A positive pregnancy test."

Your entire face beamed up and you wished you could embrace them right now. "Oh, my gosh! I'm so happy for you, Hanji!!"

"Thank you, thank you! I'm really excited, but scared at the same time since this is my first one."

"Don't worry, I know you'll be fine. You can always come to me if you need help with anything. How many months, by the way?"

"Three and a half. Don't tell Shorty, though. I want to keep it a surprise until Christmas."

"I won't, I won't. Aww, I'm just so excited! And I'm sure Moblit will be as well."

"Hopefully. Anyway, my break is over and I'm sure you should be getting to your next lesson."

"Yeah. We can talk later, though. Bye, Hanji," you said with a grin as you left the teacher's lounge.

~/~

Finally, it was the Christmas holidays, meaning you could relax and not worry about work or getting up early. The only thing was that you still had your children to look after, however, you loved them. And another downside is that Levi will still have to work so you couldn't spend as much time as you wanted. But, he did take off a week and a half of work, which starts in a couple of days.

All you wanted to do was shower and take a nap. Which is what you did. Your children were safe at home, you made sure to leave them some food if they got hungry during your nap, and there was no baby you had to worry about. And being the angels they were, Eren and Mikasa made sure that they didn't disturb you and tried to be as quiet as they could. There was the occasional squeal or giggle, but fortunately, there was no crying or screaming.

You didn't know what time it was when you heard some shuffling around the room, but you guessed that it was the evening since it was dark outside as you could see from your open window. A gentle breeze slithered into your room and nipped at your skin, so you pulled on the covers and turned away from it. That's when you noticed a (short) familiar figure standing in front of the closet.

"Hey, my love," you murmured as his back was towards you. He immediately turned around to look at you and you could just about see his features glow in the moonlight.

"Sorry. Did I disturb you?"

"No, no. It's okay." You sat up and yawned, stretching your arms as Levi marched over to the window and closed it when he noticed that you were wearing a vest top. "That was one of the best naps I've had in months."

"Good. You deserve to rest."

"Come lie down," you told him, not ready to get out of bed yet, so nestled back into the covers.

"I haven't had a shower yet."

"It doesn't matter. I want to cuddle with you," you said, holding your hand out for him. "You can have a shower later."

"(Y/N)," he said in a certain tone that had a hint of authority.

"Levi," you responded in the same way.

Sighing, he let his digits glide through his ebony locks before he decided to lie down with you. You grinned, draping the covers over his form and cuddling him. His muscular arms looped around you and his chin rested upon the top of your head as you buried your face into his chest.

"What's Eren and Mikasa doing?" you asked.

"When I walked into their room, they seemed to be asleep, but then I did hear a giggle when I left. They probably thought I would tell them off for being too loud while you're sleeping."

You laughed softly at the cheekiness of your children, and the fact that they were scared of their father.

"Let's go to them. I miss my babies. But in about ten minutes because I don't want to leave your arms yet."

He hummed in response as you nestled into him even more, wishing you could absorb his warmth. He was basically your personal, living heater since you would always warm up whenever you embrace him.

His lips repeatedly pressed softly against the top of your head and forehead when he slightly parted your face away from his chest. With your eyes closed, you tilted your head up towards him and he slightly smiled when he knew what you wanted before moulding his lips with yours. It was a lazy but loving kiss that only lasted a few moments since you were too sluggish to lift your head up for that long.

Levi shifted onto his back as you rested your head on his chest, drawing random patterns on his skin with the tip of your fingers and he gently drifted his fingers through your tresses. It put you in a state of ease and serenity.

"Levi."

"Yes?"

"You remember that we're going to Moblit and Hanji's house on Christmas Eve and staying over, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just making sure… I know I probably sound like a little kid, but I'm actually really excited."

"Hm. You're always excited for everything."

"Well, sorry for being so happy--"

"I'm not saying it as a bad thing. I like it. It's cute when you're excited."

"Aww. Well, I think it's cute when you say the word 'cute'," you grinned, acting sappy.

He snorted. "You're such an idiot."

"I'm your cute idiot."

"Shut up."

You giggled since you knew how irritating it was when you were pretending to be sappy. So, of course, you continued to annoy him, being the best wife you are.

"Stop being shy. I know you love me more than your tea."

"You wish," he teased in return.

"Hey!" You frowned and flicked his forehead. "Why don't you go try making love to your precious tea, then?"

"You think I haven't tried?" he spoke in a serious tone and arched an eyebrow. And if you didn't know him, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was joking.

Failing to come up with a retort, you burst into laughter, noticingthe smile stretched across Levi's lips as he gazed at you before pecking your lips. He always loved your laugh, whether it was boisterous or soft. Every laugh that left your lips made his heart flutter, especially when he was the one that caused you to laugh. It was such an angelic sound that causes a smile of his own to appear.

"Daddy!! Mama!" a young, male voice called before the door to your bedroom was swung open to reveal two small figures.

"Hi, my sweethearts," you beamed when they jumped onto the bed - Eren struggled a bit so Levi helped him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. We just heard you laugh, so we knew you were awake."

Grinning, you kissed both of their cheeks when they shoved themselves between you and Levi. You snuggled closer to them, closing your eyes since you felt even more comfortable and at peace. However, even though you wanted to rest some more, you felt too refreshed to stay in bed for that long. So, you carefully got out of bed since the rest of your family seemed to be asleep before laying the covers on top of them. Eren's eyes popped open and he gazed up at you before outstretching his arms so that you could pick him up. And you did, holding him in your arms and walking out of the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you.

"What did you do while I was asleep, baby?" you questioned as you put him down so that you could wash your face.

"Played with my toys and Mikasa. Then, we ate. But only a little bit."

"I'm going to make dinner now, so do you want to help me?"

"Yes!"

"But we have to be quiet because Mikasa and your dad are sleeping, okay?"

"Okay, Mama."

While you were cooking, Eren hadn't necessarily 'helped' you, he more like kept you company. He went on about Christmas and how he couldn't wait to see 'Aunt Hanji and Uncle Moblit'. And to be honest, you felt the same as him, even though you were about twenty years older than him.

~/~

Finally, it was Christmas Day. Though, you weren't aware of that because you were still in Levi's warm embrace as you both slept.

There was faint chattering and giggling outside of the room before it sounded closer to the guest bedroom you were asleep in. Both of you were unaware of the three children (three because you would call Hanji a child as well) that were marching towards the room to wake you up (most likely by screaming and jumping onto the bed).

There was a mix of '(Y/N)', 'Levi', 'Daddy', 'Mama' being squealed when the door was swung open. Two figures jumped onto you while Hanji laughed when they saw both of your shocked faces.

"Merry Christmas!!" they all cheered, then, a tired Moblit came into sight, rubbing the fatigue away from his eyes.

Blinking a few times and yawning, you sat up as Levi groaned, turning away from them since he hated interacting with humans in the mornings.

"Happy birthday!" they hollered seconds after, this time with Moblit.

"Guys, as much as I love you, I'm sure Levi feels like he doesn't love you right now. Give us five minutes and we'll be with you."

"Okay, then! It better be five minutes."

"Yes, yes. Now, shoo," you smiled, watching them file out of the room and close the door.

"Thanks," your husband muttered, stretching his arms when he lifted himself into a sitting position and you stood up.

"You're welcome, baby. Also, Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday," you beamed, giving his lips a small kiss before leaving the room to freshen up as the raven followed you.

Once you were both done, you greeted the four in the living room that were all sitting on the floor near the tree surrounded by presents. You joined them, settling beside your kids that had excited expressions smeared across their faces.

"Let's let the kids open their presents first," Hanji said since all of you could tell they couldn't keep their anticipation at bay any longer.

When they saw what they got, their grins and squeals melted your heart. Whenever you heard mothers talking about the warmth and love they feel around their children, you never knew how strong it actually was. But now, you knew how delightful it was. You wouldn't be able to compare it to any other love you feel.

"Since it's also Levi's birthday, I think he should open his presents next," the brunette male suggested so the raven reached for the ones with his name on them. But you slapped his hands away from one of the certain presents.

"No!" you abruptly shouted, slightly startling everyone. "Sorry. You can open all the other presents, but this one."

"Okay...?"

Once you, Levi and Hanji had opened your presents, Moblit opened his. Hanji looked extremely nervous and excited to see his reaction and you gave them a discreet, reassuring smile. He opened them one by one, thanking me and Levi, and Hanji. When it was the final wrapped object, you noticed Hanji's grin slightly falter.

Of course, they're scared, you thought, I've been through the same thing. I know how they feel.

When the object was bare, Moblit analysed it for a few seconds before freezing in surprise. He snapped his head towards the brunette, trying to form words.

"I'm pregnant~" they grinned with caution.

"... Really?" he breathed in disbelief.

"Yes. And I can't tell if you're happy or not, so it's scaring me and making me more nervous."

"Of course, I'm happy, sweetheart," he smiled and embraced them after pecking their lips.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Hm?"

"Why aren't you squealing and jumping around? I thought you would do that because your best friend is pregnant."

"They told me before. Obviously, I'm happy for them."

"And you didn't tell me? The betrayal," he teased.

"Shut up," you giggled. "Anyway, you can open your last present now."

Arching an eyebrow, Levi glanced at you suspiciously since that present seemed to be something special, more than the others. All eyes were on you and your husband as he opened it.

He gazed at the pacifier before turning to you with a small smile. "You're pregnant?" he inquired, his beautiful smile widening when you nodded vigorously. You knew he would be happy since he wanted a child again. And seeing that smile warmed your heart, just as much as it did when you saw how happy your children were.

"You're pregnant as well?!" Hanji screamed, grinning before gasping in realisation. "Our children are going to be best friends!!" They got up to pull you into a tight embrace as you laughed softly.

"Congratulations," was Moblit's calmer response.

"Thank you."

They finally released you and you both sat back down next to your significant others. Levi looped an arm around you, tugging you closer to him and he kissed the top of your head.

"Wait. You know that time when I said I want another kid, is that when...?" the raven asked, not finishing his question since he knew that you knew what he was saying.

"I think so. Since that was about two months ago, and I'm nine weeks pregnant."

"... Sorry."

"Why are you apologising?"

"Because you didn't want to have a kid soon."

"It doesn't matter, my love. When I found out, I was actually excited, rather than annoyed. And I'm even more excited because me and Hanji can annoy our husbands at the same time."

They laughed and nodded. "I don't know how hard it'll be for Moblit to deal with me. How bad is (Y/N) when she's pregnant, Shorty?"

"... She's a monster."

"Oi." You frowned, lightly slapping his arm. "I'm not even that bad compared to others."

"That is true. But you're still hard to deal with... Shit. I don't know if I can put up with you for nine months of your pregnancy again."

"There are eight months left, actually. Also, our children are still here, so no swearing," you reminded him, and you twisted your head in their direction, but they were nowhere to be seen. "Where did they go?" you asked, worry laced in your tone.

All four of you stood up and were about to search the house, however, Moblit had spotted them outside in the garden playing in the snow.

"Aww, my babies," you cooed with a smile, seeing them laugh and enjoy themselves. Levi came to your side, draping an arm over your shoulders and you weaved your fingers with his, brushing your lips over his knuckles. "We have the best children."

Taglist (fill out this form) or send in an ask: @svftackxrman@universallychaoticpan @lanatheawesome @iworshipyelena @purplecandygerl @peculiarinsomniac @xoxohollands@rexgoesrawrrrrrr @hangjie @animebae100 @notgoodforlife @coffeeforday @oh-theseus @resonancesoul @ruthbestboi @leiriswhore @levisbrat25 @fandom-addict19 @may-machin @xsugarysweetsx @awkwardllama1 @kiyakemi @youraggedybitch @levisblackbabe @roralore @usernamehere91 (crossed out names can’t be tagged)