#I have to sleep soon since my body is SORE but I wanna get at least a few things done beforehand

[chronal-anomaly]

I have a lot of muse tonight, so like this for a lil ic ask

[mooseung]

୨୧ take a break

lee jooyeon (xdh)

ᨳ your boyfriend can’t stop playing five nights at freddy’s

𖧷 got bored

𖧷 fm reader but it’s not obv until the end lol

𖧷 lee jooyeon is totally the type to take this challenge i pray he never finds out about custom night

your boyfriend has gotten 3 hours of the sleep in the past four days of his life. he’s trying to beat 20/20/20/20 mode in five nights at freddy’s, and it’s quite possibly the worst quest he could’ve given himself this summer.

it’s the first game of the series and, if you’re being honest, the most boring one he could’ve chosen. you’d rather him spend time with the sequel (the best game in the franchise) than this mundane one, but you respect his love for the classics. he’s been dying to brag about having a badge tied to the original and iconic game. jooyeon dreams of rubbing a shiny medal in jiseok’s face; apparently that guy found a loophole to cheat his way through the night which led him to obtain his glitched achievement. jooyeon just wants to exhibit his skills the old-fashioned way.

you were supportive for a while, but soon enough things started to get lonely. you’d let yourself into his dorm and sit in the corner watching his attempts. you did your homework, studied for exams, doom-scrolled on all four relevant social media apps. his franticness wasn’t appealing to watch either. stress kept causing his bloodshot brown eyes to squeeze shut, his hands becoming pure veins after gripping onto the mouse for hours on end. you even noticed how dwindling patience ate his skin in a desperate attempt to remain present. your boyfriend is losing sanity to this. you suddenly wish he hadn’t finished the semester early so he would have something better to do.

“jooyeon…baby…”

you carefully speak as he sulks, staring at the start screen he was brought back to. he eventually hums in response, evidently defeated.

“let’s take a break.” you think for a moment. “we should have quick picnic!”

jooyeon can’t seem to remember what the outdoors looks like, yet he remembers when he pictures you there. the boy loves picnics with you; they’re known for relieving stress when the both of you inevitably hit rock bottom during tough semesters. he’d find himself to be a monster if he refuses, being no better than the purple guy. the offer is given like a beam of light to his pale state. with his head fallen, he nods. you’re unable to see the soft, relieved smile cradling his face.

an hour later and you both find yourselves outside. he immediately finds comfort in everything, from the way the wind brushes his long hair behind him gently to the way the sun warms his cold skin back to honey. you fill him in how your classes have been treating you recently, and he tells you funny stories about his life since he gets the feeling you’re not interested in the strategies he has learned in recent days. it’s okay; this is the calmest he thinks he’s ever been.

eventually your bodies fall flat on the blanket, eyes scanning the array of colorful clouds above the sunset. occasionally, someone would pipe out what they’d see in those unique shapes in the sky. you point, “that’s a dog, for sure.”

he giggles, shifting his position as he searches for another one. it’s difficult. they all look like freddy fazbear.

“this game is starting to rot my brain.”

“they’re all freddy?” you ask.

he shrieks and nods, shielding his heated face in embarrassment. the two of you laugh in harmony and you playfully push him a little.

“you don’t have to beat the challenge…unless jiseok promised you some money…”

he sighs and shakes his head. “i just wanna achieve something. i wanna put hard work into something and then go around all high and mighty with my authentic medal, y’know?”

you reach for his sore hand, intertwining your fingers with his as the two of you continue to gaze at the pink sky above.

it’s beautiful, and when he turns to his side, you’re beautiful. everything about this setting is relaxing jooyeon, like not everything is about left light - right light - open camera to check on foxy - repeat. he’s instead thinking about how lucky he is to have something else to brag about: you. and before he could even express these feelings out loud, you bring up some advice.

“whenever i’m stuck on something, i get better with the more breaks i get in between attempts. i think playing back to back makes you more frustrated and the run can get sloppy, BUT if you take more breaks you can be way more precise!” you turn to him, shining him a smile. “but that’s what i think. everyone’s different. i just brought you out because i missed you.”

jooyeon laughs at you and the wisdom you always brought, “i missed you too. i’ll be sure to focus on you more.” he shifts himself one last time, looking back at the sky as your body curls to cuddle him with a perfect fit. “this is more our element anyways.”

the two of you finally relax in one another’s embrace, occasionally snacking and shooting sappy flirts to one another. your hands are still intertwined, and none of you plan on letting go any time soon.

jooyeon grabs his phone for a second, swiftly texting with one hand. he sends this message to jiseok.

i may not have beaten 4/20 mode yet but at least i have the best girlfriend ever !!!

jiseok responds,

that’s one more than i have rn so

you got me there 🙄

𖧷 do u guys wanna see what was in the drafts before this

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Insatiable Desire

Uncle Ezra x f!reader

Warnings: Feelings 😬 , small mention of ice cream and gummy worms, somno, p in v, uhh that’s mostly it. Not edited or beta’d. All mistakes are mine.

Wc: 1680ish

When you woke up a couple hours later, he was already long gone. Your own emotions all jumbled. You find yourself cuddling your pillow, longing for it to be him. You can still smell his scent on your bed sheets. As badly as you wanna give in to him and your emotions, you know you’ve gotta stop this now. You can’t go getting attached to your Uncle Ezra. He’s an like an uncle to you for gods sake. He should be teaching you how to fish or roasting you for your choices in boyfriends and fashion. Not fucking you and ruining you for any other man.

‘Ugghhh I’m so going to hell. What the fuck am I doing?? Falling for my uncle?! Jesus Christ I’m a sick fuck.’ You think as you finally roll out of bed, collecting your shorts as you put them on to go down the street to the convenient store. You are gonna drown your emotions in some delectable cookies and cream ice cream and gummy worms and move on.

Later. . .

It’s been almost a week since the last time you’ve seen him. He’s moved into the room next to yours and sometimes at night you hear him but you honestly haven’t seen or talked to him. You’ve picked up more shifts at work, working more doubles to keep your mind and body busy. And it works. By the time you come home, you’re barely able to shower before falling into bed, dead to the world. No thoughts of the man you crave ever crossing your mind.

Friday morning you wake up, taking a little extra time to do your makeup and hair for work today. There’s a cute new waiter at work and boy does he have heart eyes for you. A blind man could see the kid has a crush on you. You can’t lie, the attention is nice. You aren’t fully sure if you like like him back or if you just like the attention you get from him. Either way it’s not Ezra and there’s no harm in a little flirting.

Coming down the stairs to grab a pop tart before heading out, you see your dad and Ezra sitting at the table. It’s the first time you’ve seen him and you notice he got a haircut. And he shaved? He still has that delicious mustache but the surrounding stubble is gone. Wearing a black tshirt that hugs his huge arms just right, showcasing his soft tummy and some dark wash jeans that fit so snug you can see how muscular his thighs are. You practically stop in your tracks, almost frozen before you realize your just gawking.

“Good morning kiddo, how’d you sleep? I feel like I haven’t seen ya in awhile.” Ezra asks as he gives you this shit eating grin that lets you know he noticed you staring.

Your cheeks heat up as you try to clear your throat,

“Good morning. Yea I’ve been working a lot. Been short staffed so they need me.” You say trying to act cool even though it came out in a higher pitched tone.

“That’s my girl! Hard worker just like her daddy.” Your dad says with his chest puffed out and a big grin on his face.

“Yup ha ha. Okay well I’m gonna head out. See ya guys.”

You couldn’t turn and walk out of there fast enough, almost tripping over your own feet as you sped towards the door.

It’s a little after midnight by the time you come home. Your feet hurt and your body is sore as you trudge up the stairs. Taking the quickest shower ever, you finally make it to your bed where you crawl under the covers, not even bothering to put pajamas on. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were lights out. Quickly on your way to dreamland.

It started out dark, as if your eyes had just opened in your dream and had to adjust. You blink a few times before you realize where you are. Your favorite beach, sitting on soft quilt. The ocean breeze still a little chilly, causing you to bring your knees up as you hug them to your chest. That’s when you notice Uncle Ezra come out of the water, nude as the day he was born. Smiling and waving at you, you smile and wave back. Feeling carefree and relaxed. He walks up to you on the quilt when you look down and realize your also naked. Kneeling down he grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. You reach up and pull him down on top of you. His cock just magically goes right in as he lays on top of you. But it feels so real. You know it’s a dream but you can’t help but notice how your physical body feels. He rocks into you a few times but something just feels off to you.

Outside of dreamland, Ezra wraps his arm around your torso to hold you tight to him as his other arm goes underneath your body, hand coming up to cover your mouth. Having spit on his dick to lube up, as he pushed into your noticeably wet heat. Not really even needing the extra added wetness.

‘Must be dreaming of me’ he thinks smugly as he gently rocks into you. He noses the side of your neck as he breathes in your scent. He pushes all the way to the hilt and stops. Throbbing his dick a few times before slowly pulling out. He begins to thrush, shallow at first so he doesn’t jostle you awake too quick. After a few thrusts is when he notices your breathing starts to pick up, he can tell your starting to wake up.

Your eyes slowly flutter open, you’re in your bed. Something feels weird, like your wrapped in your blankets too tightly. There’s something warm on the side of your neck. .

“Shh baby gotta stay quiet for me okay?”

Your eyes shoot wide open when you hear him whisper into your ear, his hand quickly covering your mouth. Your once sleep foggy brain is now wide awake. Now you realize why he felt so real in your dream.

“Mmfmmfffm”

“What’s that kiddo?” Ezra loosens his hold over your mouth as he thrusts deep inside and grinds.

“Ez - ez oooh mm” is all you manage to softly moan out,“W-what are you doing?”

“I missed my girl. I came in here to see if you were awake. I’m sorry baby I just couldn’t help myself. You looked so beautiful sleeping.”

You can’t believe he’s actually fucking you right now. And yet he feels so good rocking into you at this angle. His arms wrapped around you as he takes you. You can’t even form a coherent thought, all you can manage is

“Mm oh fuck, oh fuck, I- I missed you Uncle Ez oh fuck I missed you.” You whimper out, feeling your impending orgasm quickly approaching.

His arms somehow seemed to tighten even more as his thrusts start to speed up. His mouth by your ear as he pants, sticking his tongue out to lick your ear lobe before biting down softly, nibbling on the appendage.

Your orgasm comes crushing just as his own hits him. Pleasure so strong, both your mouths drop open as soft whines and whimpers tumble out. Your own hands grabbing at his arms, holding on for dear life as wave after wave crashes over you.

You both lay there for what feels like forever, just holding onto one another before you turn around in his arms to face him. Looking into his eyes you find a little courage to finally say what you should’ve said awhile ago, you breathe in as your lips part,

“Before you say anything I know you’ve been avoiding me pretty girl.” Ezra says, cutting you off.

“I-I -“

“Shh, I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” He says with a chuckle

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” you say with chagrin, “really it’s me who’s stupid. If I’m honest I i- I missed you. A lot. I I’m sorry.”

And there goes your original plan to cut things off with him. Going down the drain. Yea you’re going to hell for this. But fuck it. You want this with him. You like him. And god does it feel relieving to say it out loud.

“It’s just. . You’re my uncle a-and. . ,” you sigh, “I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. I really like you? I guess. That sounds so pathetic and childish but I do. I want you all to myself.”

You manage to spit out before looking down, unable to hold his gaze as you confess your feelings.

“Hey look at me.” He says softly as he puts his finger under your chin to lift your face to look up at his,

“I like you too baby. You’re not pathetic or childish. Hell you’ve had me hooked way before I ever got a taste of your sweet cunt, pretty girl. You’re mine, baby. And I’m yours.”

Your eyes widen as those words leave his lips. Ezra closes the gap between you and softly kisses your stunned lips.

Ezra pulls away with a sad expression,

“Unfortunately I got some bad news babydoll. I gotta leave for a bit. Nothing bad just a work trip but I’ll be gone for a month at most. Hopefully. You gonna miss me?”

“Yea” you whisper softly as your eyes fill with tears wanting to overflow and run down your cheeks.

“Let’s just enjoy this night honey, let’s not worry about the future or tomorrow. Nothing else matters but me and you, right here right now.” He says with a definite tone as he nudges your nose with his. You nudge his nose back and smile,

“‘Kay”

You press your lips against his as you fall into him. Tongues exploring the others mouth, lips caressing the other, you and your uncle Ezra spend what feels like hours just getting lost in each others kiss.

A/n: soooo how are we feeling? 🙂 I will warn you, yes we are feeling feelings and expressing them however Uncle Ezra is a manipulative, greedy man. At the end of the day he is fully using her. No this will not end well but the end is not close, so let’s enjoy this ride babies

[blegh-110]

I get the worst cramps, and I think if Y/n got horrible cramps too, Flightless!Tan would be the BEST at taking care of her

not me on my period right now and having cramps as well :((( this will be totally self-indulgent btw

so reader knows when she gonna get her period in a number of ways. one, when she starts breaking out. and she is totally freaking out because she is getting that anxious feeling in her stomach from when her parents would notice this break out and comment on it not very nicely. shes afraid that tangerine will see the red spots and pimples on her face and not think of her as his "pretty girl" anymore :((( and because of this, she starts hiding away from him and trying to stay away from him until it starts to go away. so that means longer showers, sleeping in and staying in bed longer, resisting sitting in his lap and receiving cheek kisses. which does not end up going well because shes soon missing his touch.

second, when her boobs start getting sore and achy :((( she just lounges around the house in pain and all pouty, knowing whats coming in a day or two.

three, when she starts craving a bunch of food and eating whatever. and she always feels like crap after.

at first, tangerine just thinks shes gone a little back into her shell and his simply trying to distance herself because she feels like it. but one morning when he tries getting her out of bed after letting her sleep in for a little too long, he gently tries pulling the blanket of her body but stop when she starts whining and eyes start filling with tears.

"cmon, we dont wanna waste the day again, do we?" tangerine tries pulling at the blanket again but fully stops and drops his hands when she starts crying and tugging at the comforter like its her lifeline. at this, tangerine sits on her bed with a concerned look on his face.

"you have to tell me whats wrong. v' let you sleep in for more than two hours now. are you feeling sick?" tangerine tilts his head to the side to get a better look at her, gently wiping away her tears. he feels relieved when you shake your head.

"then what is it? just tell me and ill do everything i can to fix it."

at his words and calm, low voice. she leans herself into him, hiding her face in his neck to spare her the embarrassment she feels. she closes her eyes when she feels his arms wrap around her, itd been a few days since she felt it.

"got m'period." she whispers so quietly it takes tangerine a second to figure out what she says, it doesn't help that her face is shoved into the crook of his neck.

"well thats okay." he says, but is actually panicking because he hasnt gotten any feminine products for her. he mentally kicks himself for not thinking of this.

"got your sheets all dirty and gross."

"well we do have this thing called a washer and dryer, my love. it kind of cleans what needs to be cleaned," tangerine teases while rubbing comforting circles on her back, "your sheets will be just fine."

after a while, he is finally able to pull you out of bed.

"now, you go do your little morning routine, and im gonna head to the store and get you some stuff, got it?" you nod your head as he walks you to the bathroom, knowing that the first thing you like to do when you get out of bed is brush your teeth.

"okay, now is there a specific brand you prefer?"

you tell him quietly, feeling awkward because you had never had to tell someone this before. but a part of you is relieved that tangerine is not disgusted with you, but instead determined to get through this with you.

"alright, anything else you would like?"

"id like some chocolate, if its okay with you." you stare down at your feet, finding your painted toes very interesting all of a sudden.

"that more than okay with me, what else?"

tangerine writes down all the others stuff you want, and with that, he is out the door and in his car. ready to take away your pain and discomfort.

[billys-pretty-babe]

I'm sorry to bother you but do you take requests for lil insecure anon here? You're You're amazing writer btw...

If you can and would like to, can you pls write something about Billy being hella sick, can be after or before the events at star course, and for once someone is taking care of him, aka someone being his girlfriend that is also his best friend (sorry I just live for the hcs that billy would date his best friend).

If you don't feel comfortable is fine really! I hope you're having a good day

Hi baby, I take requests from anyone and everyone! Don't ever be afraid to request something from me (it may take a few days depending on how my week is going). I'm so sorry that this is almost a week late.

Let Me

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^

Warnings : Vomit and swearing

Word count : ~ 1.02k

A/N : Requests are open

His entire body shook as he coughed. It had been almost a month since Starcourt and Billy's immune system was still weak. He groaned, his throat sore, his nose runny and his head was pounding. "Baby," he called out as best as he could, he knew you were somewhere in the house but he wasn't sure where.

The bedroom door pushed open as you held a cup of water and placed it beside him before pushing his sweaty hair back as you felt his forehead. "Baby, you're burning up. You wanna take a bath or shower?" He shook his head and you helped him take the blanket off considering he was shivering and complaining that he was cold not even ten minutes ago.

"Here, drink some water." He nodded and groaned, his body was aching, everything just hurt and he wanted to cry from the pain but he knew if he could face death at eighteen, he'd be fine with whatever sickness he was dealing with at the moment. You helped him sit up as he drank the cold water, letting his eyes flutter shut as the water helped soothe his throat momentarily before he put the glass down.

"Want something to eat?" He shook his head because he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach it, hell, the water made him feel nauseous. "You'll have to eat soon, B." He nodded and laid back down, spreading out as you wiped his sweaty skin with a wash rag. You gently rubbed his cheek, feeling bad for him. "I'll be back to check on you, take a nap, okay?" He nodded and you left the room and he fell asleep.

30 minutes passed and you decided to check on Billy. You walked into his bedroom to see his head in his trash can, his body lurching forward. You hated vomit, always ran when someone would merely gag but this was Billy, the same boy who risked his life to save teenagers a month ago.

You walked over and moved his hair back from his face as you gently rubbed his back. He finished emptying everything in his stomach before you took the bag from the trash can and quickly ran it outside before putting a new one in the black trash can and you grabbed a rag and dampened it with cold water. You hummed as you walked back to him, cleaning his face and wiping the tears under his eyes.

"I fucking hurt," he said, his voice straining. "Want some Tylenol? It might make your fever go down too." He nodded and you searched his cabinet before finding a bottle of Tylenol and you gave him two pills and handed him his water as he swallowed them. He groaned, his head on his headboard as he looked up.

He reached for you, he just wanted to be comforted but he wouldn't allow you to sleep beside him or kiss him because he didn't know what he had and he couldn't bare to see you in the same position he was. You moved closer to him as he held your waist. "Come on, let's get you a bath." He nodded and you helped him to his bathroom as he sat on the toilet lid as you prepped the bath for him. "Make it cold, please." You looked back, your eyes sad for him.

"Billy, it can't be cold, baby. It'll make you shiver and make your fever worse." He nodded and you tested the temperature of the water, making sure it was warm but not too hot or too cold and you helped him strip before putting him in the tub. He sighed and relaxed, shutting his eyes. You wet his hair and washed it for him, knowing the sweaty strands were aggravating him.

He twisted so his arms were on the side of the tub as he groaned and coughed as you rubbed his back. His coughing fit stopped and he put his head on the side of the tub as you gently rubbed his cheek as you talked to him softly, trying to provide comfort for him as you washed his sweaty skin.

"Let me get your clothes, okay?" He nodded and you left the bathroom and found him a pair of sweatpants. "B, do you have any boxers?" "Hamper," he called out as best as he could. You found the hamper with his clean clothes that you had washed two days before and found a pair before going into the bathroom. You grabbed a towel and helped him out of the tub as you handed him the towel and he dried himself off as you unplugged the drain of the tub.

You plugged in his hair dryer and he cringed before you turned it on. "I know baby but I'm gonna try and make it quick. You can't have wet hair or you'll feel worse." He nodded and slid his boxers and sweatpants on. You grabbed the damp towel and slid it under his hair. "Put the towel over your ears so it'll muffle the sound." He nodded and covered his ears with the towel and his hands as you put the dryer on hot and on the lowest setting so the motor wasn't as loud as you quickly dried his curly hair, using the end of the towel to aid you with the excess water.

You finished his hair and dried off his torso and despite being sick he smirked at you in the mirror. "No, you're sick. Go lay back down." He huffed and walked back to his bed and he laid down and covered up. "I'm cold again." You nodded and put the blankets on him as you sat beside him, moving his hair back. "Want me to lay with you?" He shook his head, "Don't want you to get sick." You nodded, "Okay." His hand found yours, his skin scorching hot as he intertwined his fingers with yours, making you smile.

You continued playing with his hair until he fell asleep. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, "I love you," you softly said, your lips brushing against his clean skin.

[laiiaaa]

STAY WITH ME — EREN JAEGER (0)

PROLOGUE —

series summary: Not too long ago, you met one of your biggest mistakes. You let Eren back in to help pick up the pieces, but you feel something—from the past, long scarred over—coming back to the surface.

chapter summary: Tensions between you and Jean tear another rift in the relationship, and it manages to make its way into one of the first conversations you've had with Eren in a long time.

length: 5.7k

contains: making out, heavy petting, allusions to substance use, angst, hurt/comfort, Jean being a dick (but that's what you're here for), Eren being stupid but he's trying (also what you're here for)

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It’s barely eleven o’clock in the morning when you feel him—the mistake you always crawl back to—moving in bed beside you, slowly waking you up.  Light spills through your open window, April nighttime air escaping as the sun peeks through, making you squint your eyes closed as you grab your phone off the nightstand.  

His arm pulls you back into bed to rest against his chest.  “Jean,” you sigh, trying to move out of his grasp.  Your chest is still bare, more exposed than you want to be, and your back is sore from last night.

He pulls you in tighter with his hands wrapped around your waist.  “Stay for just a bit longer.”  He places soft kisses against your shoulder.

“I have class at noon, you need to go.”  You can feel him nuzzling into your neck, trying to convince you to stay.

You’ve known him—maybe of him is a better term, only recognizing him by name and face through mutual friends—since the latter half of your freshman year of college, but it’s been nearly two years since then, with only a handful of months since you first hooked up with him. Connie warned you that night after pulling you away from the crowd. Knowing Jean far better than you could ever foresee, saying something along the lines of, He’s just gonna use you, and Be careful, he advised you, hesitantly, against it. You, of course, blinded by alcohol and maybe one too many hits of someone’s joint, didn’t listen—where’s the fun in that?  You only know now, hindsight clear, that maybe Connie was right.

How long is he going to keep doing this? Sleeping with you, staying the night, all for him to do the same with any other girl; he denies it when you ask, but you know it’s true.  At least, you think it’s true, you have no reason to think it isn’t, and your friends have never fully approved of the arrangement. You’ve seen what can be nothing other than the remnants of old hickies, the miscellaneous hair ties in his apartment, the notifications in late night hours that he ignores without even a glance. But, nothing is conclusive. Just speculatory.

“Your roommate isn’t even here,” he whines into your shoulder, a hand running over the curve of your waist.

“Ymir’s at Historia’s place, and she’s coming back soon.  I need to go, Jean.” You take his hand from your waist and leave a kiss, a last resort of comfort without going too far.

He breathes deeply, something akin to mischief assembling. “Hey, you wanna know something?”

You stop resisting for a moment.  “What?”  

You know he’s smiling behind you, relishing in the fact that you’ll always cave in for him.  Connie told you that would happen, too. He has a knack for getting into people’s heads, he said, Which can be good sometimes, but he’ll drive you insane.

He shuffles then, turning your body so that you lay on your back. “I think about you a lot,” he whispers, leaning his head on one hand as the other traces light circles along your stomach.

“Mhm?” You shut your eyes, avoiding eye contact.  “What about?” You can feel his gaze trailing down your face and body.

“I think about kissing you…” He traces his lips from your neck down to your shoulders. “And holding you…”  He grabs your chin and kisses you slowly on the lips. “And having you in my bed.”

His hand moves to brush along your waist again, inching closer to your breasts as he glances from your lips to your eyes.  Your head is spinning, soaking in that smell you’ve gotten so used to: a bit of citrus, a bit peppery, a bit of crisp, fresh linens.  In your stomach, the butterflies return, and heat courses through your body all over again.  He moves on top of you, placing his forearms beside your head, and you don’t stop him—less from a place of want than it is a place of compulsion, need.

“Yeah?”  Your heart beats out of your chest as he leans closer, still holding eye contact.  The butterflies etch more patterns into your stomach, arching your back into him while your hands tug at his biceps.

“I always think about you,” he whispers, his lips grazing yours.

He kisses your lips again, all slow how he knows you like it, and runs his hand down your waist, to your hip, where he grabs at the skin, pulling your body toward his as he pushes closer to you, where he needs you.  That hand snakes down to your thigh, where he pulls it to wrap around his waist, feeling wanted and satiated and fuck, he could stay like this for hours, just touching you, feeling you, being needed by you.  You wrap the other leg around him, bringing him closer, and he groans into your mouth as he grinds against you, sending you back into a daze with the frenzied butterflies.

He pulls back for a moment, leaving the two of you breathless, soaking in your swollen lips and lusty eyes. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, glancing over your face once more before taking one hand gently around your neck and peppering kisses to your jaw.

The praise goes straight between your legs, urging you to initiate the kiss, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pulling him back down, full of lust and neediness and no trace of regret when you pull another groan from his throat with a slight tug of his hair.

He kisses you faster now, rushed, just how he likes it, and he works his way down your jaw, your neck, then your collarbone with openmouthed kisses.  You know he won’t even try leaving hickies, but you can’t deny that it would make you feel wanted, having his marks on you, as if it were a silent confession of his prolonged desire, a deeper need for you and you alone. 

He trails his lips between your breasts, leaving feather-light kisses on his way down toward your navel, breaths chilling the skin in his wake.  “You’re so pretty like this,” he says, pausing for a moment to look back up at you, “All worked up before I even touch you.”  He leans over your face again and gives you another kiss, much slower, as if to keep you keening.

“Wait, Jean,” you put your hands on his chest, breathing heavily.  “We should stop and pick this up later, yeah?” You kiss him gently again, and your brows furrow together, just slightly—hopeful, you think—as you gauge his reaction.

He sits up and away from your arms, out of reach, breaking the trance you were in. “Are you sure?” A hand cards through his hair, and you wish it were yours.

You scan over his face, searching for a glimpse of the Jean you felt just minutes ago—the one who wants you, the one who begs for you to stay in bed by giving you kisses and half-confessions.  You slowly nod your head, sitting up after him and placing a hand on his thigh. “Yeah, I need to get ready for class, and Ymir’s probably coming soon. We can hang out later though…?”

The lust in his eyes dies out, sobering himself up, and he moves off of the bed while you sit on your heels.  “Seriously?”  He doesn’t wait for an answer.  He grabs his clothes from the floor, quickly getting dressed, and throws you last night’s shirt.  “You were never like this before, y’know, kicking me out for stupid reasons.”

“What?  Jean, I have class—I’m not doing this for a stupid reason.” You stand up, putting your shirt on. “I told you that I’ve been skipping because of you, even though I pay to be here—” You pause, dressed now and letting frustration—the better part of your rationale—get the best of you for once. 

“I also pay to be here, but you don’t see me getting all worked up about a stupid class—”

“Jean, it’s just not the same. Not everyone’s a trust fund baby who can let their grades tank and get picked back up with Daddy’s donations.”  

He’s still shirtless, and his pants are still taught. “That’s what this is about? Money?” His hands are fidgeting again—an angry habit of his that you noticed weeks ago—and he starts to laugh, full of incredulity. “Are you seriously starting a fight over just a few grand that you might waste?”

“Just a few grand?—That’s not even my point—look, I’m here on scholarship and you know that, I—” You huff and sit back down, calming yourself in spite of the argument’s futility. “I haven’t been on top of my work recently—because of you—and finals are coming up. I need to at least go to a class here and there, or I risk my grades and a lot of money.”

He slips his shoes back on as you speak and pockets his phone, wallet, and keys. “So it is about money.” It’s his turn for a sigh, and he walks to the door to put distance between the two of you. “I get that you want to succeed and…I don’t know, whatever you call it to make it sound important. We all have our problems, right?”

You stare back at him, silent and leaning towards shocked. Teardrops form at the corner of your eyes with a stinging pain in your nose that you fight back to save face.

“Look, I get it. I’ll give you some space then.” He opens the door, still facing you as he leaves you with his final words. “Just gimme a call when you’re done with this mood you’re in.” He turns to find Ymir in the doorway, gives her a quick Nice to see you with what you can hear is a jolly ol’ smile, then walks away. You have nothing left in you to convince you to follow after him.

Ymir stands at the door with a look of sympathy written in her expression. Did she hear all of it? She walks into the dorm carefully, placing her bag on the desk after shutting the door.  “You okay?”

Oh, what a complicated question. Should you have expected this? Yes. Did you get warnings about his duplicity, his charm, the ease with which he could make you swoon? Yes. Still, did knowing this much keep you safe from it? No—and in all that intelligence he praises you for in his softest moments, you can’t figure out why or what it is that keeps you going back.

You wish you could talk to Ymir, give her a dissertation on what it means to be trapped like this, ask her how she knew Historia was the one, how to let go of someone who just doesn’t get you no matter how hard you try to explain, but the thirty minutes you have before class starts is unforgiving. “Yeah, I’m good. I have class at noon, so...I’m gonna go shower.”  You grab everything you need for the bathroom and move towards the door with your towel in hand.

“Wait,” Ymir stops you at the door, “Connie and I are having lunch somewhere nice today, wanna come with?”

“Uh, I don’t think so, I’m not feeling well.”  

You close the door behind you before she can reply, holding back tears only a moment longer and walking into the bathroom. You let the steam surround your mind and muscles, lulling you into a confused state of agitation and relaxation.  The water cascades down your body and falls onto the shower floor, down the drain with your tears.  

Why are you even crying?  You knew what it was you were getting into, even laughing about it a few times with Ymir before the first time your lips locked. Can you really stand here and convince yourself that you’ve been defenseless all along, that you haven’t been playing into his games, toeing the line between responsibility and the thrill?  Maybe you’re crying because you actually have feelings for Jean, or maybe you just want him to want you, or maybe you know that he’ll just never be enough for you—that he can never fill that hole left within you after someone else.

Your phone buzzes.  You pick it up, checking the time and the text message from Connie.

Connie 11:34am Ymir told me about some fight?...you okay?

< 11:35am Yeah! it wasn’t that big a deal :)

Connie 11:35am Do you want me to say anything to him?

< 11:35am No it’s fine

Connie 11:36am Are you sure?? Ik he’s my friend but I also know he’s a dick 

< 11:36am Yes I’m sure!!! I promise it wasn’t like that

Connie 11:37am … fine … I’m seeing you later right?

< 11:37am Probably not, sorry

Connie 11:37am Oh okay You’ll text me if you need tho?

< 11:38am yeah have fun w Ymir!

You turn your phone off and finish washing your body as fast as possible, knowing you have to be at class soon, sniffling and patting at your tear-ridden eyes all the while.  Ymir’s nowhere to be found when you return, and you silently thank her for the solitude as a way to avoid the embarrassment of fighting with Jean yet again.

Naturally, you cannot concentrate during your lecture, for all that it’s worth (which is little more than an argument, you figure).  For months, Jean has been all you’ve had.  You didn’t hook up with anyone else (you told yourself you just didn’t have the time for anyone else, but that evidently isn’t true), you always let him stay over, you trekked over to his apartment at every beck and call, and you almost always texted first—unless, of course, it was late at night and he was high, or drunk, or just desperate to get his dick wet.  

You two officially met at a New Year’s Eve party, despite knowing of one another for over a year before then—the host’s name unimportant to you and your drinking habits—and Connie kickstarted the introduction.  Thanks to multiple shots of tequila, you hit it off effortlessly, due in part to Jean’s very obvious and very frequent flirting and partial pandering to some secluded desire to be wanted, listened to, and cared for.  People got busy, he offered to get you out of there, and you know how the rest goes: heated kisses, hair pulling, soreness in your inner thighs the morning after, hungover recollections mixed with regrets.

Luckily—or, truthfully, unluckily—for you, your friends were so kind as to give him your number.  I’m surprised you never got it before, they jested, What, with the way you two clicked. You met up with him a few times here and there, hanging out, going out to eat, then falling back into bed all over again.  And it really did seem to click. Sure, nothing was ever declared official or exclusive, but who were you to complain, or ask questions? A click does not necessarily lend itself to a welding of souls.

And yet, he was your lifeline; your short break from the monotony of studying, and writing, and creating; a salvation of sorts from a past rockier than you’d hoped.

After everything, you’d never thought he would meet your concerns with such…nonchalance?—misguided apathy?—blatant ignorance, maybe?  

Maybe, you don’t know him as well as you think you do.

“Hey, [Name], you okay?”

You lift your head up at the familiar voice.  “Oh, hey Eren.”  You check the time, and the lecture is already over.  You know you’ll regret not paying attention, yet, like the usual situation as of late, it remains as the last thing on your mind.

“Is everything okay with you?  Looks like you just got dumped.”  He looks down at you with his bag slung over his shoulder, his hair in a messy bun and brows drawn together only slightly with concern. 

You stand up from your seat and shove everything back in your bag.  You check your phone again, hoping for a text from Jean. Nil. A sigh escapes you, though a little more upset than intended. “Something like that…? I don’t know—”

“Oh, shit, sorry I asked—” He blushes, clearly uncomfortable with your response, and a hand shoots to the nape of his neck.

You lend him a subtle smile as you head out of the lecture hall. “No, no, it’s fine.  You probably would’ve heard about it eventually.  Just, y’know, don’t tell anyone please?”  

He smiles sheepishly at that, almost as if it were an accomplishment to know something about you that others don’t. “Safe with me,” he says, tucking his hands into his pockets.

When you walk out of the building, you’re met with the same breeze that passed through your window in the late morning; it cools your skin and seems to calm the jumpy nerves you can’t shake now that you’re talking to Eren—alone, for the first time in who knows how long (five months, but who’s counting?).

“How have you been?  It’s been a while since we’ve hung out and really, I don’t know, talked?” he says, a nervous laugh tracing his words as he trails slightly behind you.

“Sorry, I’ve just been busy with my writing and research and everything.”  You don’t even try to hide the way you’re glancing at him so often. He looks good like this, you realize, with a breeze flowing through his hair, his smile on display, that long-sleeve pushed up just perfectly to hug his forearms, jeans hanging low at his waist; you stifle that thought down quick. “Turns out trying to get two degrees is a bit more work than one. I haven’t meant to ignore you, if that’s what you’re worried about—” you stop yourself, feeling his gaze come down a bit too hard—“What?” you ask, knowing you did, in fact, just lie to him: you did mean to ignore him, after all, and you’ve spent months, now clearly in vain, trying to get it to stick.

“Nothing, nothing,” he says, waving you off. “It’s just, I’ll never understand how you’re so smart. All this time you’ve always been miles ahead.” He smiles. “Even in highschool you were always a nerd. Oh! Remember in Calculus, junior year, it was just you and me in the front—”

“Yes, Eren, I remember quite vividly.” You head in the direction of your dorm, the opposite direction from where you know he always parks, yet he follows anyway, a sucker for nostalgia.

“Right, you were there. And it was just us, because Armin and Mikasa were in the earlier period, and Walbrunn absolutely hated us—”

“He hated you, don’t try to pull me into that. He liked me because I got hundreds on half his papers and nineties on the rest.” You laugh to yourself as he huffs. 

“I got straight A’s, too, you were just a teacher’s pet. He hated me because he wanted me to fail, but I never did.”

“Yeah, because I would teach you the material after you tried distracting me for the whole period. Even then, you were cutting it real close on the final.”

“Let’s just let bygones be bygones, yeah? What were we even talking about before? You got me off track.” A small frown curves his lips. 

You turn another corner, and he has to know by now the destination.

“Oh, that’s right, I was asking you about you. Hey,” he stops walking and casts a hand, gently, to your elbow. You can’t remember the last time he touched you like this: casual, absentminded, reflexive. He stops to face you with his back toward the sun, keeping your eyes out of its light, and his hair stays mussed from the breeze. “Is now a good time for catching up? Or are you busy?”

“Is this you inviting yourself back into my dorm?” you ask, now that it’s nearly guaranteed that he’s blindly following you. “You missed your parking getaway a solid minute ago.”

He pauses for a moment. “Oh, well—” he turns, brings a hand to his browbone, and turns back around with a huff and that beautiful smile you can’t seem to forget—“Looks like I did. Got distracted by your company I guess.”

Without thinking, you smile at his teasing. “You can come with me to my dorm if you want, but I have to pack some stuff away to bring home.”

“Leaving so soon?” He continues following the path to your dorm as you turn and start walking again. “Still some weeks left.”

“Nothing like that, just dropping things off that I don’t really need anymore—books I haven’t touched, clothes I haven’t worn, nothing crazy, y’know?”

He only hums in response.

“What?” you ask, nervous that you’ve misspoken, or hit a nerve of his.

He hesitates. “It’s nothing, I just thought you’d be moving into your own place by now—not that I’m, like, judging you or anything for not taking that step, I just—I don’t know, we haven’t talked in a while, I kinda jumped to my own conclusions.”

A silence marked by footsteps on the pavement hangs between the two of you—one two, one two, one two, you count, body thrumming with questions. Has he been thinking about you? Has he been asking your friends about you? Why hasn’t he been hanging out with the group anymore?—Mikasa and Armin have kept mentioning him, and you know he’s around, yet he never appears to be around you. Why? Why is he avoiding you? Why couldn’t he have reached out? Why isn’t he your best friend anymore? Why did everything have to change? And somewhere, hidden and dispersed within the rest, lies the question: why couldn’t he have wanted you as deeply as you’d longed for him?

The reality is, you can't find nor spare the energy anymore, being mad at him, getting caught up on the little things. There comes a point when it hits you—that the benefit of the doubt has never fallen in your favor, that hopefulness is just naivety at its core.

You sigh, then—only after walking into your dorm building and unlocking the door to the stairwell—and you know he wins again this time around because of it. “I’ve been trying, sort of, to figure it out. It’s one of things I know I should be prioritizing, but it just keeps falling to the bottom of my list, y’know?” You shrug and give him a pity laugh.

He pads up the stairs behind you, one landing after another. “I get it. Took me a while to finally do it, and then once I did…I don’t know, it all just came together, and I never really thought about it again—until, y’know, paying the bills,” he laughs, runnings his hands through his terrible, stupid hair, and your heart stings, how you’ve missed this: a silent battle of maturity between the two of you, his subpar sympathy you know he’s trying so hard to improve, his inexperience when it comes to anything serious.

And the two of you giggle together as you always did months ago, letting banter flow between you, until you open your door, and you’re stuck thinking Holy shit, he’s here, he’s here and Jean was just here this morning, and he’s going to know, and then he’ll say something, and—

“Been a while since I’ve been here,” he says, taking off his shoes. “Looks pretty much the same, which is good.” Taking a seat on your unmade bed, he doesn’t notice Jean’s sweatshirt—which you could’ve sworn he’d taken with him this morning—among the disheveled sheets and pillows.

“Were you expecting it to look any different?” 

“Hey,” he lifts his hands in defense, “I don’t know what to expect when it comes to you and Ymir.” He shuffles on the bed, uncomfortable, you think, until he stands up altogether, murmurs something along the lines of This much I expected and Why’s it so messy? with a chuckle, and before you know it and before you can protest, he’s making your bed for you—unruly, disorganized, almost-pseudo-anti-establishment Eren of all people, making your bed—and unearths that forbidden sweatshirt.

A pit opens in your gut before he even inspects the damn thing. And why wouldn’t it? There are a million reasons why it would be there, none of them particularly enticing to explain to Eren at the moment. Still, Jean was never an entirely clandestine lover to begin with; why try hiding it now?

Eren pinches it by the hood and holds it at an arm’s length, brow furrowed as he inspects the material. “This yours?” Accusation outlines his words. You stutter out an explanation—No, someone must have left it here?—as he eyes you warily, lifting it to his nose as quick as he pulls it away, wincing. “Jesus Christ—is this Jean’s?”

“How did you—you know Jean’s scent?” It’s only after the words slip off your tongue that you realize you’ve come off far too defensive to be innocent. Well, fuck. No backtracking now, you think; it would’ve come to this eventually.

He laughs at you, and you can’t decipher the origin of that pang in your chest and the stinging pain in your eyes, whether it’s the ridicule alone or the confrontation itself. “No,” he smiles, not an ounce of malice or disappointment laced in his voice. If you knew any better you might hear sympathy marking his features as he casts the hoodie back on your bed. “I just don’t know anyone who smokes that much. I mean, you know me, but damn. You let him leave that here?”

His giggling and offhanded comments end up muffled when they reach you. Frozen you stand, anxiety creeping its way up your spine—and for what? A little scare? A joke from Eren, someone you grew up with? Or, this wasn’t at all what you expected: not the part where Jean’s sweatshirt stayed behind from a lustless argument, nor the part where Eren found it and called you on it, nor the part where Eren didn’t even second guess why it might be in your dorm.

And before you can try to stop it, the tears fall, and you press them away with the hem of your sleeve, pressing and pressing and praying that they could just evaporate on command, because how much more embarrassed do you really need to be today? You turn your back to Eren, distracting yourself with the mess on your desk while he rambles on about something or other—some story about Armin getting stoned and greening out, you think, but it doesn’t matter by the time Eren grazes his fingertips by your shoulder and calls out your name.

He pushes you, gently, to get you turning back around, letting his hand linger on your shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong—”

“Nothing, it’s nothing—” you push his hand away, and he takes a step back— “I don’t even know why—” you laugh, drying off those last few tears as you look up at him. 

Brows furrowed together, hands hovering out to you, as if he can’t decide whether he can touch you—crazy to think that’s something up for debate—he tries to understand: “Was it—did I say something—?” He doesn’t let another sniffle come through you before he asks again, “Is it something with Jean?”

You’re pathetic, unable to answer; he knows you, though, and he knows that is the answer. He softens a bit, knowing the issue is out of his control and that there is little he can do.

“I knew…” he starts, sighing with a seat back on your bed, his hands loosely woven together between his knees. “I knew you guys were a thing for a while, ‘cause word spreads, but…but I didn’t know if it was serious or anything…”

“Well, it’s not, for starters.” You resign yourself to sitting next to him, and you think it might be the closest you’ve gone to touching him since everything fell apart. You can’t even spare him a glance, choosing instead to stare at the wall. “Or, it wasn’t—it’s kind of over, if it even started, and it’s stupid that I’m so upset about it.”

He seems to accept the no eye contact memo, staring across the room to Ymir’s bed with you. “He the reason you were so zoned out today?”

“Yep. Stupid, like I said.” You smile to yourself, and a few stray tears fall down from the stretch.

“It’s not stupid, everyone has someone they’re stuck on. Happens to the best of us.”

You snicker at that, “Well, given everything that’s happened, I’m definitely not the best of us—”

“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” he says, breaking that memo he silently pledged to, looking at you and your half-hearted smile pointed at twiddling thumbs. “As weird as it is to say, I am friends with Jean in a way.” He turns back to the wall. “I mean, he’s a good looking guy, and he could probably out-smoke me now that I think about it, even though that’s embarrassing to admit. And he’s really rich—fucking…fucking loaded, that prick—and he’s the type of guy you can always have some fun with, but the thing about that is you can get used to it, y’know?—”

“Eren?” you interrupt, bringing your head back up to stare at the wall again. 

“Yes?” He snaps out of the fit of rambling he fell into and his gaze fixes itself to your side profile: the bat of your eyelashes, wet with tears; the smooth, soft curve of your lips; the almost-dimple on your cheek that he used to kiss with morning breath. 

You turn to face him, caught off guard by unexpected eye contact. You break it, of course, looking instead to where his hands press dents into the mattress. “You’re not very good at the whole consoling thing,” you say, before glancing back up to his face, smiling as a manner of saying I’m okay.

He gives back that sweet, addicting laughter you’d gone so long without and drops his head until his chin meets his chest. He really has grown up, you think, into a man. No more is that naive, juvenile little boy you once knew, for in his smile you see something genuine, and maybe a little more. Maybe he’s changed these past few months, in which you knew only the periphery of his life and tried moving on in your own. 

And maybe he’s found someone else, someone new, who will want only what he gives, and nothing more. Maybe they’ll take the twilight conversations under the covers, the sleepy kisses between stretches at dawn, the joints over breakfast while clad in barely enough clothing, and they’ll think better of it than to be swooned. And you’d applaud them for doing so, for being free-spirited and open and grateful, for that alone, and you’d be happy for Eren, for finding someone who fits that niche of his like you never could.

“Yeah, that seems to be the trend. Sorry, I suck at this kinda stuff.” He soaks in that sappy, tear-ridden smile on your face, and without thinking he reaches a hand to your cheek, so gentle it’s barely there until he wipes at yet another tear from the corner of your eye. 

“It’s okay.” It’s okay now, you think, but what about those countless times before? What about when you needed him, needed him to say or give you something, and he couldn’t give much more than his silence?

He huffs, glancing at you more seriously than before. A thought churns in his mind, and you can tell he’s chewing on the words before spitting them out.

“You don’t have to say anything and be all sympathy-like.”

“I know,” he says, and for a moment you almost think he could mean it. “But you’re my friend, and you’re sad, so it’s kind of my job right now—” And in the midst of his kindness, his phone starts ringing in his back pocket. He glances at the caller ID, rolls his eyes while muttering This little shit, and looks to you before picking up.

“Hello?” he answers. Floch, he mouths. “Yeah, I—huh? Hold on.” He covers the mic on his phone, holds it to his shoulder. 

You can read the look on his face before he speaks: furrowed brow, pout, regret in his eyes. “You’re leaving?”

He sighs. “He says someone in the lab fucked up, took our samples by accident. I don’t want to go—”

“It’s okay.” It’s not like you’ve never done this before.

He hesitates, but lifts the phone back to his ear. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be right there…” You watch his expression turn apologetic, to confused, to annoyed in the short moments Floch responds. “What? No—no, fuck off. I’m hanging up.” And he does exactly that, a little more irritated than expected.

“Everything okay?”

He sighs, standing up from your bed. “Yeah, he’s—he’s just—well, you know how he is.”

You lend him a smile as if to say, I understand. “I’ll leave you to it, then…”

Hovering by the door, boyish again, he wrings his hands. “This was nice, catching up.”

You were thinking the same, but you weren’t going to say it—is that even allowed at this stage? What stage is this, anyway? There’s a mess of the past and the present, of your life before and after Eren, of who you were in those times, but somehow all your thoughts turn into a tangled string of words and all you manage to say is, “Yeah,” with a sorry excuse for a smile twisted in its wake.

“I’ll see you later, then?” he asks, opening the door. He waits for another nod of your head—you couldn’t even speak a proper response—before leaving with a soft and abbreviated wave goodbye, a pitiful smile curving the very end of his lips. You can’t help but remember when you could taste them before falling asleep.

The last reminders of his presence: thud of the door, thumthumthum of steps down the hall, latch click of a stairwell opening. And, of course, that deep, looming pressure bubbling in your gut, and that fire burning in your chest coming back for more. Maybe they never went away to begin with.

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Honeymoon with Thrawn ❄️ - a headcanon

I'm back with my fluffy smutty honeymoon headcanon, you're welcome! ☺️ Thank y'all for reading!

🔞 THIS CONTAINS SMUT 🔞

Reader's gender is not mentioned.

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You just got married to the love of your life and now have a Galactic Standard week (5 days) just for yourselves without interruptions.

When you decided on a honeymoon destination with Thrawn, you remembered his preference for a frigid climate. You don't mind the cold as long as you can dress warm enough. Thrawn was surprised when you showed him a remote tundra planet with snow, ice and beautiful nature.

That's where you are headed after your wedding celebration. You land near a cabin in the woods you've rented, half an hour away from the nearest village. It looks clean and quite modern.

For five days Thrawn doesn't have to act as a Grand Admiral. It's not easy for him. He served in the military since he was a teen and his duty has always been his top priority during all those years. You want to help him relax, show him that from now on, when you're alone, with you he can be just Thrawn, no rank required.

As soon as the door shut behind your backs Thrawn is on you, kissing you deeply.

He calls you “ch’eo cabp/en” (my wife/husband) between kisses. Tbh he's still in disbelief that he actually tied the knot. Thrawn feels there's no greater honor than being your husband. No rank in the Galaxy can compare to the look of love he sees in your eyes.

Seeing you in your wedding outfit does things to him. He doesn't want to hold back any longer, same goes for you. Instead of unpacking your luggage he picks you up and heads straight to the bedroom.

Prepare to be taken in every position you're comfortable with, until you're too overstimulated to form a coherent thought.

You got some sleep on your way to your honeymoon, so you're not that tired yet and after cleaning yourself up, you and Thrawn go on a walk around the perimeter in your winter clothing. The cool evening air of the forest feels refreshing after a good fucking.

When you return to your cabin you prepare a hot bubble bath. Thrawn joins you, adding additional warmth. You will probably never get over how his body temperature is higher than a human’s.

During your bath he whispers sweet nothings in Basic and Cheunh in your ear, kissing, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck while at it.

I might add that Thrawn is too tall to fit into the bathtub completely.

Afterwards you eat dinner in front of the fireplace while looking back at your wedding. You're glad the event went according to plan.

Thrawn makes love to you until you're so tired you can barely keep your eyes open. He doesn't need as much sleep as you and loves watching you sleep in his arms.

Every morning during your honeymoon you wake up to the smell of breakfast and kisses all over your face. Thrawn wants to spoil you, so kisses and breakfast in bed are a must.

His crisp masculine scent lingers on your body after last night’s activities.

After finishing the breakfast he made you, you want to thank him. It doesn't matter if you're still sore from last night, he just feels too good when he's inside you, as if his cock was made just for you.

After showing your gratitude, you doze off again without really wanting to. Thrawn lets you rest though. When you wake up again you find him chopping firewood in front of your cabin, wearing only civvie pants and a black tank top with his muscular arms on display. While turned on by it, the mere sight also makes you shiver. You could never go outside without a thick winter jacket on while he doesn't seem to mind the cold.

One afternoon you visit the nearby village. He can tell you the artistic value of each souvenir you wanna buy. You also enjoy the local cuisine very much.

On another day he shows you how to survive in such a cold climate. Teaching you survival skills is actually something he takes very seriously. You realize that when you take him by surprise and push him against the nearest tree, kissing him hungrily. He pulls away, lecturing you about always staying alert in the wilderness - no distractions!

He would have taken you then and there if what he was trying to teach you wouldn't have been so important. He makes up for it once you're back in your cabin though.

Your bedsheet is ruined with cum and sweat at this point, you should probably wash it.

You have these moments of silence, moments that simply do not need words, where you sit together and do what makes you happy. Like you're reading a holonovel while Thrawn gathers all the information on the artwork on the cabin’s walls.

It feels so natural, you're just two individuals being so comfortable and at ease with each other. You hope that it will always feel like this.

After your honeymoon you both feel energized and are eager to start your life as a married couple. Marrying Thrawn has been one of the best decisions you’ve made in your life so far and you doubt it will be the last.

Those five days pass way too quickly for your liking. Thrawn’s duty calls, and you have to make arrangements to start a career, doing what you love.

The Married Life headcanon comes next! I love sharing my headcanons with y'all and that there are actually people on this hellsite who like reading them. 💙

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LEE RAPH AHH

alright, i want to write for lee Raph since there is basically nothing on tumblr for him, so help me decide which version I should do!

alriiiight guys. We're doin' ROT Raph first! I have a silly little idea for this one, so bear with me while I get it set up!

Lee! Raph

Ler! Leo

TW! Leg pain! Feelings of being useless!

A low hiss escaped from the snapping turtle's nose as he waddled into the lair. Every step sent a wave of pain up his body, and having to deal with it all day meant it took much longer to complete today's mission. He felt it was too dangerous to risk slow reaction time, possibly endangering his brothers, so Raphael made the decision to stay home for the rest of the day. Despite how much he wanted to be out there, there was no way he could slow everyone down.

After another few grueling feet forward, the turtle was able to plop himself down on the large couch, letting his eyelids flutter shut. A deep sigh emanated from his lungs, and sleep overtook him.

The red-themed turtle awoke to the sound of familiar laughs, cheery voices echoing through the sewers. A smile fell upon the rested turtle's features upon hearing his family happy. Completely forgetting about his previous soreness, Raph tried to stand, flinching back as his legs gave out.

The other three had noticed his discomfort by now, concerned faces approaching to inspect their brother. "Geez, Raph, you okay?" a slow nod answered the slider's question, but Leo could tell he was really bummed out.

"Hey, bud. There something you wanna talk about?" the blue-themed turtle sat on the couch to console his brother, prompting an uncomfortable Donatello to chuckle nervously before scooting himself away, Mikey following him as he too didn't know exactly what to do. Leo rolled his eyes at his brothers, before redirecting his attention back to Raph.

"I dunno. I guess I just feel kinda useless. You know, I'm usually the one protecting everyone, and with my stupid sore legs, I can't do that. Makes me feel bad." the younger's gaze softened, leaning to rest his head on the other's shoulder. "Awh. Raph, just because you're hurt doesn't make you useless, capeesh?"

The snapping turtle shrugged a little, looking anywhere except his brother, still feeling guilty for not being able to help out more. Leo saw this, an idea suddenly popping into his head. "Hmm, hey, Raphadoodle? Can you lay down for me? I think I know something that'll make you feel better!~" the oldest gave him a quick glance before sighing and laying across the couch on his stomach, legs sprawled out behind him.

The slider's soft smile morphed into a slightly more mischievous expression, though it was unseen by Raph. Leo looked at his brother before climbing on top of him, perching himself upon his spiny shell. He gave his thighs a quick squeeze, making the bigger's eyes widen as he realized what was happening.

"Ah-! Leo, w-wha-?" he was shushed as the other scooted down slightly. "Shh shh shh. Let me help you out." and with that, the younger of the two began gently prodding at his brother's legs, making him flail a little, soon realizing that moving made the pain worse, so he eventually opted to just relax and take it. "Leheho! eHA! IHit TIhickles!" giggles poured freely out of the snapping turtle's mouth as he grabbed a pillow and clutched it to his chest.

"Well I should hope it does, hm?~ That's partially what I'm doing this for in the first place! Wouldn't want my bro to be upset, yeah?" Raph gave him a playful eye-roll, and the other returned it by sticking his tongue out.

Leo decided to be a mean good brother and press into the muscle of the snaggletooth's thighs, forcing the tension out, all the while making the older one screech in ticklish agony. "KGH- LEhooHOn! I-Ihi swehear! I'm coming aHAHAFTER Youhu whehen THIS IHIS OVEHER!" a mock gasp pushed through the other's mouth. "Uhum, excuse me! You're in no position to be threatening me right now!"

The slider wiggled his fingers under the red-themed turtles knees, smile only widening as his laughter upped an octave. Shortly after, he moved back up, noting how much looser he seemed.

A couple more minutes passed, and Leo stopped. Raphael was a giggly mess, cheeks tinted a rosy pink as he released his grip on the pillow, replacing it with his goofball brother, who just about melted into the hold. That is, until...

"You know I'm getting you back, right?"

The marked turtle began squirming in an attempt to escape his brother's grasp. He probably wasn't going to survive this, but was it worth it to help a bro in need?

Absolutely. Well, maybe.

I'm so sorry this took me forever, and wasn't that long, but my motivation has been absolutely gone. I apologize, and I will see how fast I can get the 2012 version done. Thank you all for your patience!

[fight-the-corn]

sbi x reader part 7

I was terrified. The moment the door closed, I was waiting for the hammer to drop, my breathing immediately picking up. But my dad just walked away. What? I was confused. Was I not going to get punished? He walked to the kitchen and I trailed after him, hanging back. He just walked over to the alcohol cabinet and poured himself a drink. Then, he say down at the kitchen island, facing away from me.

Did I seriously get out of a punishment? The tension in my muscles slowly started to dissipate until he set the glass down and turned, crossing his arms.

"You've been gone for a while."

"Yes sir, when the Crafts found me they said I had been in bad condition, I was unconscious for three days. Otherwise I would've returned earlier. "

"I don't remember asking for an excuse."

I incline my head. "I'm sorry sir."

"Your mother is upstairs. Go get her, then come back down here. "

This was where the punishment was coming, and it was going to be bad, I could already tell. I walked up the stairs quickly, no use delaying the inevitable, it would only make it worse. I knocked on my mom's door, telling her dad had asked for her downstairs. Then I walked back down with her behind me.

Dad handed her a glass of whiskey as she entered the kitchen. "Wanna know where shes been all this time?"

My mom raised an eyebrow and looked at me. "So she's back. Where?"

"Apparently the whore took up residence with a family of four guys. You can guess what she's been doing this whole time. "

I went to interject. "No, it's not like that! They just took care of me, I had gotten frostbite and I was literally freezing on the street after you kicked me out! I was unconscious for almost the whole time! I wasn't sleeping with them! "

"A likely story. Either way, you're about to regret it. Don't pull that shit again."

Before I could respond, a hand cracked against my face. I felt a fist drive into my ribs. My arms were yanked behind me, I was forced into a painful position.

"It's gonna be a long night, princess, buckle up."

---

Meanwhile, the Crafts were debating their options. As soon as Phil got back to the car, Techno spoke up. "We all know she's going to be beaten to a pulp in there. Why did we let her just go home?"

Phil responded with a calm voice but a displeased face. "We can't force her to stay Tech. As much as I don't want to send her to those monsters, we can't do anything until she lets us. She should trust us, plus it's not a good idea to make her life decisions for her."

Wilbur spoke up. "She doesn't even know we're an option though! We'd gladly take care of her but she doesn't know to come to us! "

Tommy was quiet, which was unusual. When he spoke, he didn't speak in his normal loud voice. "I think we should tell her we could be an option. The foster homes where you'd be hurt but you had nowhere to go were the worst. She should at least be able to spend the bad nights with us."

"We can't just tell her we know though! I only know because I saw the bruises as the Blade. "

"We can just offer her sanctuary. She can choose whether or not to use it. As we build trust, we can talk about a more permanent solution with her. Don't push her for anything though." Phil spoke. In the end, they agreed on that plan.

Wilbur shot her a quick text saying "we loved having u! Feel free to swing by any time u need us, no matter how early or late! :)" and that was that for the time being.

---

My whole body hurt. I was sore in places that shouldn't be sore, bruises all over me. It hurt to walk, to stand, to exist. I wanted to cry. I think that was the worst it has ever been. I wasn't sure if my arm was fractured or not, not like I could get it checked. I wrapped it as best I could with what I had, then peeked at my phone. I saw the text from Wilbur and smiled. I let myself hope that, since they knew, they could help me. Maybe I could get out of this hellhole. Deep down, I knew it wasn't true, but a girl can hope, which is exactly what I planned on doing.

It was a Tuesday, so I had to go to school. I went back to the routine that I was so used to, the everyday lifestyle from before. Make breakfast, out of the house by the time mom and dad were up. Go to school. Do the shit that needed to be done. Class, homework, repeat. I had my lab in chem, but I hadn't gotten to write a pre-lab for it, so I was behind everyone. I had two tests that I hadn't been able to study for, so I'm like 90% sure I failed them both. Overall, it was stressful. I missed the Crafts. I wished more than anything that I had a family to fall back on. They were so lucky.

At least I was able to slip by my parents after school. I made dinner, then went to my room, having downed whatever scraps I could sneak, not wanting to risk an argument and possibly beating tonight. Laying in my bed, working, I slipped into a rhythm of work. I was only pulled out when I heard a knock at my window. I went to the window to see Blade, right on my second story balcony.

After I got over my jumpscare of seeing him, I opened the door, letting him in.

"Hi, I'm so glad you came by! I had to thank you for the other night, I'm so sorry I bothered you so late, but you probably saved my life with that favor. Thank you for getting me to a safe place."

He just nodded. "Why were you outside in the first place? "

"Um, I got in a fight with my parents. so I left."

He crossed his arms. "Don't bullshit me. You were kicked out."

I sighed. "Yeah. I was kicked out."

"You know, if that happens again, just call the Crafts. They loved you. They'd rather take you in again than let you freeze."

"Are you sure? They're so nice, I don't want to take advantage of that."

"You're not. They offered. I just said I'd pass along the message."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. They liked me? They wanted me around? That was more than I had ever hoped. At least I knew he wasn't lying, because this was literally Techno.

"How do you even know them so well?" Probably not the best idea, playing dumb, but I kind of wanted to push a little bit. Learn a bit more.

"We're close. They know a lot about me, and I know a lot about them. We've gotten each other out of some bad situations before. I trust them."

I nod. "How much did you tell them about me? Really? They said not much, but they seemed to know quite a bit about my living situation."

"I told them you're parents didn't seem very nice, and I didn't know the extent of it but I knew you were being hurt. "

At least he wasnt lying to me. He reminded me of techno, even after only knowing him for a short time. He had the same blunt responses to questions, where it seemed clear that he wasn't lying, but he wasn't trying to cushion or sugarcoat anything either. I appreciated it.

"Well, again, I wanted to say thank you for getting me to a safe place. I really appreciate it. I probably would've had a very long night if you hadn't picked up. Um, I'm not sure how the favor business works, so do I owe you one for that? Because it was pretty big. A lot bigger than just letting you stay here for 10 minutes. "

"Nah. We're even now."

I nod. "Ok. Um, can I ask why you came by? Not to be impolite, I'm just curious. "

"Just checkin on you."

"Oh." I was surprised, I didn't expect that. "Thanks?"

" No problem. so you're ok, right? "

"Yeah-"

"Sorry, I'll reword that. You're not okay, clearly, but if it ever gets too much, call me or go to the Crafts. Seriously."

"It's nothing I can't handle."

"Its nothing you should have to handle."

"Its okay. I'm used to it."

For the first time, his tone changed from monotone to slightly agitated. "You shouldn't be!"

I bite my cheek at the change, immediately backing down. "Okay. I'll call you if I need anything."

"Don't just say that to make me happy. I'm sorry for raisin' my voice at you. But do call. We're here. "

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Uh, I'm gonna head out now though. Still gotta patrol tonight. "

"Alright. Bye! And thank you again!"

Part of me was screaming not to trust them, they were villains. But a tiny bit of me just wanted to call, and ask for help, because I knew that they were kind and patient and everything I had ever dreamed of in a family. It's fine, I tell myself. I'll survive. I have until now.

[fizzingwizard]

I've had such an awful spring

Got the flu in March

Bad cold in May which hung around forever and totally messed up my voice

When my voice finally was coming back, I got covid!

I'm grateful that my coworkers have been supportive. But I'm dreading going back to work tomorrow, even though it'll be just one day, because I'm exhausted just lying down all the time and at work I have to be go go go pretty much the whole time.

I'm not sure what happened, but anyway, I was told that I had to self-isolate "until Thursday." That was vague, I wasn't sure if it meant Thursday is the last day of self-isolation or Thursday is the first day I go back to work. So obvs I just asked my manager. I made sure to sent the message in two languages just in case. She confirmed "Yes you must self-isolate until Thursday." Which didn't clear anything up for me. So I said, "Alright, see you Thursday?" and she said "Thank you!"

Well y'all, today was Thursday. I had a HORRIBLE sleep on Wed night. It was one of those sleeps where you're kind of awake still and there's a mental reel of nightmarish fun house images under your eyes that doesn't stop. Usually that gets my heart racing, but this time it just made me not sleep well.

So I woke up groggy and got ready for work. It took ten minutes longer than usual even though I did nothing that isn't part of my normal routine. The summer heat is setting in. All the yellow flowers that were by the river last week have died and the purple ones that only come out in the mornings in summer appeared over the few days that I had to stay home. Got on the crowded train, and I don't know what happened but after ten minutes of standing pressed in line sardines, I suddenly got light-heated and nauseous. It got so bad that I had to bend over, then eventually crouch down on my knees. At that point the nice man sitting in front of me was kind enough to give me his seat so I could put my head between my legs. The vertigo eventually passed, but I had a weird hot feeling in my head the rest of the way. The night before I had gotten light-headed in the shower too, but felt better after cracking the door.

I have passed out in the shower once before, but never on a train, so that was freaky. I don't know what caused it, I haven't heard that fainting is a symptom of covid, but who knows. But more likely I suppose it was the combination of having been home without much exercise for several days, not eating much due to not having an appetite, and then suddenly moving around a lot more in the heat. Hopefully that's all it was, I guess I'll find out tomorrow...

Anyway, I get to work and my boss says, "You're here? You're supposed to come back tomorrow!"

xD

Whaat but I thought I confirmed I was supposed to come in today. Lol. Idk man. Anyway, I just said, "Then came I go home??" and went aaaaaall the way back buhahaha. It was a waste of money since I won't be able to have my travel expense covered. But I did get to buy pancakes for breakfast. And strawberries for tonight's dessert. Tbh I was really grateful for the surprise extra (albeit failed) self-isolation day. I didn't feel up to looking after the kids at all. Don't wanna try tomorrow either but if lack of exercise contributed to the light-headedness then it's best that I try to get back to my normal life as soon as I can.

The doc did give me meds, but was clear that I couldn't have antivirals. I assume the best treatments are being rationed for the people most in need. So I have some meds to help with the symptoms at least. One is making me feel a little weird but I'm not sure which. However, it's not a big deal, just a weird feeling, my arms and back feel hot... idk. Will keep an eye on it.

Gotta say this bout with covid was anything but fun. The symptoms I expected were not the ones that gave me the most trouble. My sore throat is not nearly as bad as what I had in May, and the cough is just a cough. The worst of all was the body aches. They were nightmarish. I took ibuprofen but it barely helped. My head, neck, back, and joints ached and all I wanted to do was sleep but there was no comfortable position. Then after that is the phlegm. Mainly because it tastes horrible, is constant, and is making me always nauseous from swallowing it. I feel like I have constant heartburn. I do have meds to help with the phlegm, but so far they haven't made a difference on the nausea.

Le sigh

However, counting blessings. I have multiple friends who are immunocompromised for various reasons who have struggled so much this whole time trying to be safe. I'm lucky I'm generally healthy and I'm even glad being recently sick meant that I really haven't gone anywhere or seen anyone in almost a month, so I hopefully didn't pass the covid germs around. Fingers crossed summer will be better than spring.

[snowmuttgetsweird]

07/31/24, morning

Actually slept okay. I would really have preferred to get, like, at least one more hour, but for once I didn't wake up at like, 5 AM randomly so I'll take it. I've actually heard that sleeping worse is a common side effect of being at a caloric deficit, so maybe that's actually a good sign...? I haven't been counting my calories really- just my protein, though even that I know I've been undercutting quite a bit. I'm probably getting about 100g on average, when I should really be shooting for at least 130-150g, but it's just really hard to convince my stomach AND my wallet to consume that much food in one day. This might be a "you just need to incorporate protein powder into more meals/snacks throughout the day" situation. I'll do some research, but honestly, this early into my "fitness journey," I don't think my body is going to do a lot with that much protein anyway.

Decided the overnight oats need to be eaten pretty quickly. While distracted by another activity like drawing or posting art or something, I tend to eat and drink very slowly, so yesterday it probably took me an hour to eat my oats, and they got pretty gloopy and unpleasant after a while. Good to know.

Red Beans and Rice were a great success. Best pot I've made so far. Added a red bellpepper to the usual trinity, diced everything up MUCH finer than I usually would, threw in a good scoop of bacon fat after browning my andouille to sautee my veggies in, cut a few seasonings in favor of a couple big tbsp of Tony Chachere's, threw in a few dashes of a nice vinegary hot sauce, and simmered the whole mess WAY longer than I normally do- like twice as long. Blown away by the result. I was worried the Tony Chachere's being mostly salt would keep the beans from softening, but cooking them down longer made up the difference just fine, and now I've got a vat of rich, delicious red beans and rice that'll feed me for like a week! Think the only thing I regret is not having some cornbread and collard greens to go with it all. Next time I wanna source a ham hock to throw in too.

Still keeping up my morning exercises. I decided what I'd originally committed to was too much too early, so I've mostly been doing 3x10 knee push-ups, 3x20 crunches, and 3x20 glute bridges the last few days, but I think I'm gonna be ready to tack the bicycle crunches back on soon, and I'm just about ready to graduate to full push-ups. I can see myself trimming up a little bit, and my shoulders starting to fill out just a little, but I think it's mostly just that I've been shedding water weight. I haven't been using my scale the last week or so- the battery died and I keep forgetting to grab a replacement, so I don't know how much I'm actually losing, but again I'm pretty confident it's mostly just a combination of water loss and eating less overall, and fewer things that would make me bloated or gassy shrinking my tummy.

I'm very used to starting a new exercise routine, and then quitting out through shear distraction about a week later, but I'm really doing my best and this is the longest I've kept it up in a while. That said, I haven't had much DOMS since I first started besides a little achiness in my thighs the day after squats here and there, and it's making me nervous. I hope I'm not sabotaging myself by not lifting heavy enough or something, but even my shoulders didn't get achy despite really struggling on even just 10lb dumbbells for my side lateral raises. I couldn't even quite finish a 3x10 that way- I think I got to, like, 3x8 and had to tap cause I couldn't even really do a decent partial rep by that point. I was really expecting that I'd be sore after but my shoulders are absolutely fine. Well, yesterday was my "rest day." I didn't even hop on the treadmill, though I wanted to, but being that I hadn't walked much yesterday anyway since I was just drawing all day, I wasn't exactly prepared to spend 100 minutes on a treadmill to hit my 10k steps for that day anyway. Today I'm back on weights though. I think I've got a good idea of what I should be lifting for each exercise, but I think I might still need to up my squat weight more. We'll see tonight.

Think that's about it... Uh, final thoughts: Furikake and sriracha are great, they make like 50% of all my meals right now way way better. My shift at the day job today is short enough that I won't really wanna bring a lunch, but I think I'm gonna hardboil an egg to snack on anyway to try to cram a little more protein.

Think that's it. Think I'm gonna try to relax and conserve some energy before work- maybe read my book and clean up around the apartment just a bit. I need to hit up my friends and try to get them to play pickleball with me or something.

Tchuss.

[renewed-2-bluejaye]

THE FALLER

Chapter 1: Prologue. Despair & Metamorphosis [First-person POV]

Splash. Last thing I knew, I was in my room, but now? I was in water. Help, I thought. I can't swim. I just kept sinking, and sinking. What's gonna happen to me? Is this how I die? No, god no. I don't want to die, I don't want to –

Suddenly, I hear a roar, no – I hear screams. Tortured screams. Screams of despair. Screams of torment. And...tears? Are those tears down streaming down my face? There are thoughts, too many thoughts. My dad? My mom? They're screaming at each other. I'm five years old. It's all so loud. I can't understand what they're saying. And, my dad? He just shot me a look. He's making this out to be my fault. I know it. I go to bed, I dream for the first time that I can consciously recall:

My parents...they're...they're putting me in the car. Their eyes. No, its all wrong! Why do they look like that? Why are they black? I can't see anything inside them. The car's gearshift has been put into neutral. My dad gets out, slams the door behind him. Why did they lock me inside? What's happening now? They're pushing the car...Oh god, it's moving...downhill. Fuck, it's moving. Faster. Faster. No, this can't be happening, I don't wanna die! The hill to my childhood home, was it always this large? Where I am I going? As I turn my head, I see it. A cliff. The car falls. I'm...floating? No! Falling. The world is moving fast around me. I see the ground, fast approaching as well.

This is it, I'm going to die.

My life continues to flash before my eyes. Age 13, my parents have divorced. My dad remarried. To the worst woman. My 1st cousin is living with us too? We're raking the leaves, I'm getting yelled at. I hate yard work. It's too much for my small body to handle. Why are there so many leaves?? I'm getting yelled at again. Shit. I run back inside, crying. I want to get away...maybe this is a horrid nightmare like before? Maybe it'll all just go away if I go to sleep. I'll wake up with a vagina...and be a girl. Wait...a girl? Have I always wanted to be a girl? Since when...? It feels...right. It feels like “home.”

That's right, I am a girl. No. A woman! My life continues to pass me by...

Age 14, breast growth. I was so concerned that I thought it was breast cancer.

Age 15, cross-dressing. I called it an “emo-phase.” But the truth was, I enjoyed it.

Age 16. Depression.

Age 17. Depression.

18, 19, 20? God, has it always been like this? I don't remember.

Age 25. My wedding day. I was so happy. And then...my honeymoon. I'm cross-dressing again. Ah, no. Cross-playing. I'm cosplaying as a female character. As soon as my wife put the wig on me...I cried. I realized the truth: this is me. No, not the fictional character. A woman. I've been a woman my whole life. This male presentation was the real cross-play all along. How old am I now? Oh yeah, I'm 33...soon to be 34.

A lion's roar. A goat's bleating. A rattlesnake? Why are these animal sounds ringing in my head? Oh god, why do I have such a headache? Ow...OW! Fuck, my skull feels like it's going to split in two. Shit, it isn't just my head...my back, my tailbone, fuck. It's hot. I'm burning. How can I be burning while I'm in water? I hate it, I hate it! I don't want this, please take it away. Please, god, I don't want this. I don't want to die like this. It hurts. Please, put me out of my misery.

…?? Wait.

What's this feeling? The pain, its...gone. But there's this warm liquid...holy shit, is that blood? What is wrong with my forehead? Are those...horns? Ow, my butt hurts too...ugh, why is tailbone sore? Ew. Something slimy between my legs. No...smooth? Is that a snake? What are these...bumps? Ah! It makes noise. Shit, it is a rattlesnake! Where's the head? Its just...a tail? And that tail...oh fuck, its my tail. My shoulders feel like they're gonna fall off. I can't move my arms, but something's moving. Since when have I had extra appendages on my back? This feels...weird. Gross.

My hands are moving! These...are feathers? And the other is...scales...ugh, they're so heavy! Oh shit, I think I'm sinking again.

Please, someone help me....

[onemaninthedark]

@coivi --- continued from here

He hadn't slept that well since childhood. Even the anesthesia-induced sleep he'd enjoyed several years ago while having a bullet removed from his right butt cheek hadn't felt so restful. Uninterrupted by dreaming, he had lied on top of Cyrus like a rock, a complete dead weight draped over his partner. Aeson could have gone on sleeping like that much longer, his semiconscious weight keeping the other man trapped in place, but a strange sensation was starting to register in the dark. At first his brows furrowed as his brain tried to drag itself out of the deepest levels of sleep. A second later and his eyes popped open, his fingers digging into Cyrus' back as he grunted, "Fuck", through clenched teeth. His hole felt like it was stretched further than ever, and when he tried to move, a pair of strong hands held him in place.

"G-g'mornin'?" His voice was hoarse and his gaze wandered around as he came back to reality. "Shit, babe, feels like you're still—oh—" He moaned and shifted his ass against Cyrus' grip. His prostate was still recovering from the night before, and the pressure of the other man’s cock against it had him whimpering as he buried his head back into the crook of Cyrus' neck. Those slow, deep breaths from a moment ago became shallow and quick while he tried to reaccustom himself to the sensation of his boyfriend's enormous dick stuffed inside him. His lower abdomen felt heavy, and he realized that he hadn't yet relieved himself of the load Cyrus shot into him last night, either. Christ, none of his former lovers had made him feel so… owned. Aeson could swear he felt he Cyrus' balls pressed against his ass.

Wait, he did feel Cyrus' balls pressed against his ass. And by the fact that he wasn't sobbing in pain, he concluded that his boyfriend's length was still limp. That he could just about handle, but even semihard and he'd be shoving at Cyrus to get free. He moved his hands to Cyrus' biceps and looked into his boyfriend's eyes. "Incredible as last night was, I don't think I'm ready for a round two yet," he said. "I mean, I'm thrilled that we've discovered the hidden treasure that is my prostate, but you don't rub the genie's lamp raw as soon as you find it, right?" Aeson winced, possibly out of discomfort, possibly from how bad the joke was.

Then the stimulation from his insides took over and he returned to lowering his head and digging his nails into Cyrus' back. With a few soft whines, he bucked his hips as much as he could against the other man's hands. Every movement of his lower body felt like a huge effort given how sore he was. His entire front felt sticky, and unlike his partner, he was looking forward to a long shower to divest themselves of the fluid he'd painted them with the night before. Most of all, blood was rushing back to his dick, which still ached from the night before. Aeson tried to will his erection to go back down before it became painful, eyes starting to water.

"I wanna sleep s'more," he murmured. "Or 'least take a shower… p-please, baby?" He lifted his head so their eyes could meet. "Can we?"

[hisdirtymutt]

02-16-24 Date 3

We spent Friday night and almost all of Saturday Day together. He's got the cutest puppy. Plus he's just so cute. So seeing them both together. Is oof. We had an amazing night Friday night. But all Saturday was pretty stressful. It's good to write about the good and the bad.

Friday night was the best anal of my life. He fucked my ass mercilessly like it was my pussy. And it was barely any pain. Omg his cock fits so perfectly in my ass. Like I was made to be his filthy mutt. And he woke up like every 3 hours to fuck me or make me suck his cock and it was hot. But I was really wiped and tired from all the play. But it was amazing.

Saturday started out stressful... We had gotten hot and heavy the night before and he had me go down on him and eat his ass. All amazing. But it was like a joint panic attack of us both being hella paranoid because my cold sore wasn't entirely gone. Like a red spot still. Even if mostly healed. And I don't wanna give him anything. We ended up taking a nice bath together to calm down. That was cute though. My Daddy is so fucking sexy and handsome and cute. Obviously biased. Fuck his body is sexy. He has a yummy cock. I love his tummy. And he has one of the cutest butts I've ever seen. Makes eating it so much better. 😈I hope we do foot worship soon.

The second thing was him giving me my first suppository. He wanted to turn me into his little stinker. And have more bathroom control power. No potty at Daddy's place. But it didn't set well with my stomach. Mainly because I kept trying to push and force it. But when I finally stopped it just happened so easily and naturally. But of course that was immediately when he put me in a new diaper. It's weird because I liked it. 😳🙈🤭 I want a redo. 😛

The third thing beyond the suppository not sitting well with my tummy. And the anxiety of the unknown of my first one is me having to call out. I did find it incredibly hot that since I was indecisive he chose for me. 🤭 He knew it was a limit I was okay with pushing and at least trying once. Now that I know what to expect there should be minimal or no anxiety with it. But anyways my tummy was hurting. I was dehydrated and dizzy and still had upset tummy. So I called out. Which won't happen again and he felt bad. And it wasn't ideal.

Fourth thing and the biggest thing was our first conflict sort of thing. And how we both handled it. But adhd brain wants to add that he peed on my clit in my diaper and made me cum twice and that was so hot. And last visit he peed in my diaper and had me wear it and that made me wet too. Anyways. Back to scheduled programming. Daddy ordered me to pee on his face. Well moreso not a force. And I froze up emotionally because I wasn't comfortable doing it but couldn't find the right words. And then I was gonna use the puppy pad. And I didn't know what I was doing. So it felt like he was disappointed in me and upset. It felt like he was kinda huffing off and angry after. By his body language. Even though he said was okay. So I thought he was upset and I upset him and he was upset about disappointment triggers too. It was a double land mine. I was emotionally shutting down a bit. He felt emotionally distant and almost cold. He wanted to get work done and not have an overnight anymore. But he was asking me what I wanted to do. And my headspace wasn't great. So we wasted a lot of time in conflict. Because I was in a bad headspace and wanted to go home because I thought staying would make it all worse. But because I was in a bad headspace due to the conflict and not wanting to end the night on a bad note I didn't feel okay to leave. It felt like a lose lose. If I went home my headspace wasn't great and had to deal with that alone. If I stayed then he would remain with extra stress over clean up and taking me home and not being able to be CG ish while he worked. Even though I was gonna nap or sleep and entertain myself. It was just a lot. It was very emotionally charged. We both could have done stuff different but importantly we got through it. We had time apart to process. And decided to keep moving. Even though my headspace was really hard to deal with for a while. I cried and reached out for emotional support and help. And I felt better.

I'm so excited for our journey. I love serving my Daddy.

[sashi-ya]

For the mini nsfw event, Ichiji using his germa 66 genetics on you. Rough and hard that ended up with you overstimulated, squirting and even pissing all over him. Some more kinks I would like is size kink and belly bulge🥵🤤

Hiii my sinful anon, here I am with your request! I chose to write this fic as maybe a continuation of my first Ichiji fic! You can read it even if you haven't read the first one tho! I hope you enjoy 😈💖 ~

😈💜Sashi's Dark Corner💜😈

NSFW ~ Vinsmoke Ichiji x F! Reader ~ The Prince Is Back

tw: NSFW. Rough sex. Overstimulation. Squirting and pissing all over the damn Vinsmoke. Size kink. Belly bulge. Oral. Face fuck. Gag. Vag. Kinda cute ending?

a/n: you can read this fic as the second part of this one or by its own ~

wc: 2.9K (heh)

Like this event? masterlist ~

A slow morning that soon turns to afternoon finds you in complete peace. The sun is setting over the horizon and the breeze of the Grandline plays with your hair. Living in the castle, as his personal… bitch, as he likes to call you, has been a really good experience. You are still a servant, but not like the others. You are his “woman”.

Ichiji has changed since he met you. At first you were supposed to be just a semen container, an incubator for the next prince, but he found something in you he had never felt before… Is not that he suddenly became like his brother Sanji, so delicate and lovely, but for a Germa prince to sleep with the same woman on his bed every night is a lot.

In the distance, while you look through the balcony of your lover’s -owner- room, you can see the flying flag with the double 6 on it. Ichiji is coming back, the next King will be received with pompous canticles from the army of clones but he won’t mind, and instead he will come straight to your room… and for that you should get ready; the adrenaline of fighting and slaughtering enemies makes him extremely aroused and horny.

It is not that you are not anxious, in fact you are, your body is. They have told you not to fall in love with him, that he won’t feel love for you, because he can’t. But what do they know? They know nothing. And the exhilaration on your bowels at the anticipation of him taking you is everything you are focusing on now…

You are completely naked, just like he wants you. He doesn’t like to waste time undressing you -ripping apart your clothes-. He likes you waiting for him kneeling in front of the door, with the perfume of roses he specifically asked them to prepare for you. For some reason, that special rose oil turns him on like crazy… maybe it has to do with the fact that you were the “girl of the red roses” when he first saw you around the castle…

or maybe it is not that romantic.

And you wait, kneeling over the red velvet carpet, pressing your core against your heels, moving side to side to ease the anxiety of Ichiji coming home.

A loud bump on the door opens it in front of you, revealing him still wearing his crimson raid suit. White cape, so different from the rest of his brothers, his face a little stained in blood. Blood you are not sure whether comes from him, or from his enemies -most likely from others-.

“Where is my bitch?”

“Here I am, Ichiji-sama ❤ ~”

“Come here, bitch ~”

Sparking Red lifts you up with just one hand, so strong, body hard like steel. A yellow glove around your naked waist, tickling your flesh with the half leathery half cold feeling of them. You take off his glasses and throw them to the ground. You are the only one allowed, because he has specially granted you the privilege to do so.

Sky blue, deep like the ocean, so full of lust, eyes fix on yours. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, bitch… so fucking hard. Today I wanna keep the suit…” he says, with that classic smirk, paralyzing yet sexy, announcing how sore you will be tonight.

The white cape that covers his neck ends up on the floor, there is no need for him to use it here, the hardness of his skin and especially his dick is enough density for the time.

You fly to the bed as he throws you like you were made out of air. “Spread!” he commands, just like the first time, he always wants you spreading your legs for him. “Gonna ruin that little slit right there…” he laughs, taking off his special belt and sticking his tongue out. A little string of saliva from his mouth falls over your entrance, making your squirm at the warm touch of it.

“Let me see…” he says, taking one of his gloves off his hand and passing his thumb up and down your sex. “So wet, bitch… have you been playing without me, hhm?” he asks, always smirking, never mad at your arousal.

“I… I was a little horny while waiting for you, my Prince” you confess, biting your lower lip and pressing your knees together as you balance yourself from side to side. “Oh… you did? I should leave you tied next time so you don’t touch yourself waiting for my dick” he perversely communicates to you what he is probably doing next time. “In fact, I think I wanna tie you now, too…”

Ichiji passes his hand through his hair, undoing his fancy hairdo. Red longer strands fall over his shoulders giving the prince an extra wild look. Beast so horny for you, unties the red fine scarf around his neck and pounds over you. While his pulpy lips linger over yours and desperate pants warm the reddish tone of your smile, he ties your wrists over your head with his bandana. The tightness that you can definitely feel in your skin, the silky material sharply leaving marks on it as he pulls more and more from it to constrict it.

“There, there is no way that you could touch yourself now. I am the only owner of this pussy and I get to choose whatever I wanna do with it”

You moan at his supremacy statement; you are nothing but his cum doll and you love it since the very first time…

Ichiji-sama sticks, not subtly but ferally, his middle and ring finger inside you. Pressing your lower belly, a little too hard, he goes in and out with beckoning motion. He hits that special part, the heavenly pressure inside you that makes you squirm and moan louder. “M-more” you whine. “What? This? You like...this?” he smirks, going in and out faster and rougher. “Y-yes… my prince I…”

The red haired demon has just started touching you and you are already on the verge of tears, pleasure tears. He knows how to make you tremble, and he always wants you to lose control, complete and total control of your own body. As a ruler, as a future king with clear royal ideals there is nothing he likes more than to be the maestro of your body orchestra to make you play the most beautiful melody with your moans.

You, on the verge of climax, can only moan and let him do as he pleases. And even if you wished you could touch him, the knot of the bandana around your wrists it’s too tight for you to free yourself from it.

He sticks his fingers out, playing with the strings of your arousal elixirs. Always smirking as he inspects the wetness that covers them up, so proud of being the one to make you so horny and needy. “Taste test, heh” he mumbles, and takes his hand to his mouth. He devours his own fingers, tasting your fluids’ ambrosia, closing eyes in delight.

“I’m kinda hungry…” he says, and flops into bed with his face in between your legs. He does not wait a single second, and uses his whole tongue over your sex, making you scream at his initial touch. “Ooff, bitch you are wetter than ever. Did you miss me?” he asks, muzzled by your throbbing anatomy. “I did… baby… my prince…” you moan, slipping a sweet “baby” in the middle, realizing you have probably committed a huge mistake…

You hear him laugh, whether sarcastically or for real you don’t know, but definitely you will face the consequences of such a cute nickname. “Baby?” he asks, cleaning the mess of your sex on his chin with his forearm. “I… I’m so sorry, Ichij-sam-” you mumble, but he is not mad, and instead kisses you with salty lips.

“You love me, don’t you?” he asks, burying his nails on your cheeks. “Tell me you love me, come on…” he insists, eyes on fire and perhaps with a special sparkle behind. “I… I do. I love you, my prince” you mumble, sad because you know deep inside, he is asking because he think his worth only comes for how good he is when fucking you… damn Judge, raising monsters that believe the only love they deserve is given if they don’t fail…

He smirks, once again. A huge grin, in between perversity and relief. You wouldn’t expect for him to be insecure, but he is, and he needs constant reassurance. “I love you so much” you dare to repeat, just to make the idea settle into his brain.

“Good girl” he grunts, and you hear the zipper of his red pants go down. And you tremble, oh you do… you don’t know if it’s just part of his normal body or because of the genetic modifications, but he is huge. Really huge. And you, compared to him, look like a little nymph.

Ichiji’s length now rests over your belly, he gets ready to fuck you and you know that means feeling you are being ripped apart. His Germa powers make him extremely strong and resistant, and also fast. His hips are fast, his hips move mercilessly in and out every time he takes you… and today it won’t be different.

His pants finally fall to the ground as he stands next to the bed. You, so ready for it, wait for him to finally attack. His hard, long, sex barely covered by the long upper part of his suit, drips precum into the floor. Your mouth gets watery, but you want him fully undressed. His body is a perfect work of art to be covered by clothes.

The prince looks at you up and down, ocean eyes scanning your naked body. He spits on his hand and takes it to his dick, while pulling his red shirt up with the other. “Come here, kneel on the edge of the bed” he commands, and that means just one thing; first, you will be faced fuck, then he will destroy your insides.

“Yes, my prince” you diligently say and crawl closer to him with difficulty as you still have your wrists tied. “Call me baby, if you prefer” he whispers, looking at the side, and you could swear his cheeks tinted in red after that statement. “Sure, baby ~” you tell him, smiling sweetly. Step by step… he is learning the meaning of love.

His thumb plays with your lips, before commanding you to open your mouth and receive his sex inside. You do as he tells, feeling your cave stuffed. He is so big and even if the tip of his dick hits your throat repeatedly it is impossible for you to take it all inside. You gag, tears in the corner of your eyes, gasping for air, strings of his honeys form on your tongue. Your eyes fix on his head thrown back, and the way his sharp jaw pulls and tense his neck’s muscles.

With grunts, like a beast, he thrusts in your mouth while pulling from your hair. “Swallow” he orders, and you feel his gland get imprisoned by your throat flesh, making him moan with that sweet sexy voice tone he has. “Bab…Bitch, you do it so well… you were done for sucking my dick”

But the twist and pull of your nipples while he keeps fucking your mouth are not enough and you sincerely want him to fuck you… and call you baby.

“Stop, stop. Let me fuck you now, I wanna fill you up and I want you to moan loud enough for the whole castle to hear you, ok?” “Yes, baby”

He pushes you back, falling over the mattress with your back. But Ichiji won’t fuck you in a classic missionary position, of course not. “Turn around” he orders, helping you lay on your belly. You watch his reflection on the window next to bed, and before him taking off the long sleeved upper part of his suit, he takes a look at the orange sky. You know this man too well to notice there is more than lust in those eyes…

He flops over your back; his crushing weight makes your chest to barely and superficially move in order for you to get at least some gasp of air. Your wrists hurt; the bandana gets tighter every time you move your hands. Your arms rest over your head and you use your forearm to separate your face from bed.

“Let me take this out for you” he utters, placing first a kiss on your back that makes your skin go bumpy. His veiny hands skilfully untie the bandana revealing red marks around your wrists. “Auch” he giggles, grazing the marks with his index. But as much as the whole red marks situation is getting most of your attention, you can't ignore how his hand is now guiding his sex in between your legs.

Ichiji keeps your legs closed with his own, on each side and sits softly over the back part of your thighs. “It will feel tighter, you know? Bite my bandana” he warns and commands you, making you get the cloth inside your mouth. You close your eyes, and bite so eager to receive this man inside you. He slides inside you, slowly -torturing you, not to protect you from any pain-. Your walls stretch, as you feel him filling your cave. The position makes his dick’s subtle up curving form hit your g-spot and just when you thought he was completely inside you, he gives you a violent blow. Deep, so deep. You could swear you felt the tip on your stomach.

He grunts at your clenching, constricting walls around his length. You moan, shouting louder not because he has asked you for it, but because you genuinely feel the need to do so. “Ich… Ichiji…” you moan, biting the bandana, getting drunk with the scent of his skin. Classical, delicious, sweet like a treat, like a dessert.

Ichiji grunts, and annoyed pulls from your hair. His lips graze your cheek, and he whispers in between moans “Ichiji?”. “Baby…” you whine, so sorry for disrespecting your owner. “That’s. So. Much. Better” he says, each thrust pronouncing a word.

And he goes rough, rough, and hard. Huge palm open that sometimes squeezes and sometimes slaps your ass. You feel stuffed with his member inside you, sweating and out of breath, leaving you once again on the verge of climax, you are losing control of your own organic functions.

“Come here” he whispers and stops his hammering motion just to turn you around. You end up sitting over his crossed legs, Ichiji grabs your waist and pushes you against him. He goes even deeper now, and your eyes widen to see how the bulge in your belly shows every time he impales you. He doesn't need to make an effort, his hips move in and out of you quickly, hard, strong.

You rest your arms with sore wrists over his naked fair and wide shoulders, almost going limp, almost crying. The stimulus of his dick destroying your inside, the way he breathes into your mouth, panting, grunting, sometimes biting your lip, everything is making you ascend to heaven.

You feel a pressure so soon to be relieved, pressure that builds up on your lower belly, getting wet by increasing arousal fluids but also about to lose control even from your bladder.

"B-baby… I feel like I'm gonna pee myself here" you moan, desperately because you don't want to ruin the moment but you are desperately trying to regain consciousness on the administration of your own body parts.

"That means you are about to burst and come, do it" he moans, this time less serious and letting himself go into the upcoming orgasm that soon will hit him too. "But..." You whine, tears in your eyes from the overstimulation, from the incapacity of control yourself.

"Shut up and let it go...baby" he insists, kissing you, burying his nails into your ass so he could make you hump even faster over his dick.

Baby… baby… he called you baby…

You moan, he moans too and the pressure inside you releases. Squirting, letting your bladder do whatever he wants, wetting his lap, you come. This is the first time you are experiencing so freely to allow your body to do whatever it pleases, while fixing your eyes into his, feeling soon how Ichiji gets extremely aroused by your fluids lets himself go, filling you up with his warm release.

Messed sheets, kissing passionately like never before, his arms around your waist, caressing your back up and down in loving motions. "Baby…" he smiles, with his lips pressed against yours. He is happy, so happy to pronounce a sweet nickname to you, this is a new him, a free him.

Every time your bodies encounter, he takes a step further into understanding that what he feels for you might be something they say he is unable to experience; love…

"Come on, let's take a shower" he says, and even if you thought he was telling you to go get clean by your own, you were wrong. Ichiji carried you in his arms, and both enjoy the warm feeling of a soothing bath, together 💜~

[scarlettriot]

Along for the Ride PT 1

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.

Word Count: 4,974

"What's up with Y/N?"

Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.

You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.

"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."

The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.

Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.

He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"

Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."

Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"

You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"

He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.

You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.

The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.

"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"

"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"

You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."

He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"

"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."

"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."

"And if he can't?"

"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"

You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."

"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"

"Eiji, you refused to eat."

"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"

You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."

"I just do what I can."

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You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.

It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.

Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!

"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.

"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.

"I do. At night."

"Honey, it's 9 PM."

"Night like bedtime."

Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."

"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"

Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.

"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."

"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"

You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.

"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"

Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.

"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."

Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.

Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.

You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.

You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.

You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.

Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.

You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.

Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!

You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.

You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.

"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."

"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."

"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.

"What! Not true!"

"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."

"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"

You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.

"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"

Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.

"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.

You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.

Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."

"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"

Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."

"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"

"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"

"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"

She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.

You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"

"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.

"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."

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It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.

That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.

You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!

Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.

You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.

It took him a second to respond.

Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.

You: We all did.

Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"

"We've flown to the states before."

"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"

You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.

She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"

The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.

He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.

In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.

The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!

Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.

It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.

Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.

How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.

You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.

It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.

You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.

"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.

If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.

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It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.

"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.

"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."

Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"

"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"

"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."

He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."

You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."

"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."

Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"

"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."

"Gold, burgundy, and black."

"Thought your mom said no black for you?"

"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"

You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.

He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.

A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."

"Don't forget your passport or hero license."

"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."

You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"

Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"

"There isn't a site."

"You said you were checking flights."

"And I was... on my family's jet."

"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"

"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."

Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.

"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."

"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."

"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."

"What's that?"

"Wanna leave tonight?"

You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"

"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."

"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."

"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"

He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"

"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."

There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.

"Better put your shoes on."

The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."

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Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.

"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."

"Just open the bag and don't complain."

You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.

"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.

"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."

You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.

Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."

More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.

"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.

"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."

You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.

His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"

You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.