#like i woke up unable to inhale normally

[languagenderflux]

i accidentally got high.

so yeah, i got some edibles at my local cbd store, and i thought they were cbd only but i guess not?!

i don’t even feel like this is real rn bc i feel like that state where you’re half asleep half awake and i’m half expecting waking up and all this was a dream

honestly i’m writing this for myself to prove this was real

[niphredil-14]

Your work is inspiring in a way. I don’t know who else you write for, but I know for sure that Leo is definitely one of them. And since this is the case, I will also choose it. I would like to know what will happen if he has a partner who is very affectionate and caring. Like Hey, he probably has a lot of nightmares after the Kraang incident. And just imagine how the reader cuddles Leo after another nightmare and either hums a lullaby or just listens to what he says. The dude will really feel bad, and then his man who was sleeping next to him woke up and gives him hugs and calms him down while Leo is in this vulnerable state.

sorry this took so long. Life's been crazy, word count: 1k warnings: nightmares reader is referred to as leo's partner, but if you squint this could be seen as platonic, if you think of them as roommates

THE WEIGHT WE CARRY

The only lighting in the room was a harsh blue light creeping in from underneath the crack below the door. It was small. But more than enough to cast haunting shadows throughout the room. The bed was just large enough for the two of them, and the only other things in the room were a dirty, cracked mirror, a small desk, and a trunk filled with clothes, gear, and weapons. A single pair of shoes were placed by the door. They laid awake for some time, listening to their partner’s breathing. It had been more even than it usually was during his slumber, an oddity only matched by the fact that while the leader beside them slept soundly, they were left awake. It was normally the other way around, with Leonardo never getting quite enough rest, while they would retire early and rise late, usually sleeping soundly unless awoken by their partner. Leonardo despised waking them, and never would while he was in his right mind, but “right mind” are hardly words fitting for his post-nightmare states. Ripped from his terrors, unable to shake the memories replayed, he would gently shake them awake, just so that he could confirm that they were not yet dead, that he hadn’t failed them too.

But tonight was different, and they wanted little more than to shake Leon awake, and beg for some attention. They refused to cave to their desires, however, knowing that their love never got the sleep that he deserved, and after acknowledging how selfish of an act it would be to wake him, they contented themselves with turning onto their side to gaze upon him. Time had been cruel to him, and the years showed on the wrinkled skin over his browbone, and the crow’s feet jutting out from his eyes, but it never made him any less handsome than when the two of them were younger. They were sure that they were no easier on the eyes after the atrocities that the apocalypse had brought. They both carried weights of their own, and it showed, though there was a beauty and a romance to the ability to acknowledge having experienced hardship.

It must have been hours that they laid there, unmoving out of fear of waking the light-sleeper beside them. His breathing was consistent, until it wasn’t. All of a sudden, the pattern of steady ins-and-outs broke, and he inhaled sharply, letting it out quickly, and all at once, pushing a large gust out. And they watched the skin over his browbones wrinkle and pucker as his breathing became more and more unsteady. It was hard for them to believe as they thought about it, but they had never actually seen him have a nightmare. They always slept through it, only being awoken after he was. It was a heartbreaking sight, such a strong, resilient man, crying in his sleep over things that they could not fight off. He was always the protector, and the most that they had ever been able to do was pick up the shattered and scattered pieces of him, and try to tape them back together. In watching, they debated what to do, and after some inner conflict, came to a conclusion. This time, they would do more than comfort him after he had fought through his terrors, this time, they would rescue him, and pull him from the depths of his torment. He would not need to pull himself out of hell alone this time. They swore to themselves as the placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and began to shake. They were leaning up, resting on one of their forearms, as they continued to shake, softly calling out to him.

“Leon? Leon?” They voice, though gentle, was slightly raspy from lack of sleep. “Leo, wake up!” Their calls became a chant, until, moments later, Leon shot up, eyes wild and shoulders raising up and falling down, rushed and frantically, with his breath. They sat, ready, beside him, a hand on his shoulder as he realized where he was, safe in their room. Upon realizing, his head whipped to them, his body not falling far behind. He grabbed them, pulling them close, and checking them all over. In the midst of being lovingly manhandled, they managed to get their hands beside his neck. They gently cupped the nape with one hand, and his jaw with the other, pulling his attention away from checking them for nonexistent injuries.

Their name rushed from his lips in one large exhale, the aftermath of a hard punch to the gut. The pain was absent, but the fear and adrenaline stood, their heavy, cruel claws keeping a grasp on him from the shadows, the only place their dastardly grip couldn’t reach were the places covered by his partner’s hands.

“Leo,” They spoke, voice just barely above a whisper. He nodded slowly at them, signaling that they had his attention. “We are in our room, at the base, we are okay.” His eyes never left theirs, and they could see his irises shaking. They waited a moment to let their words sink in before speaking again. “We are safe.” Their voice was still soft, but there was a force there, that said that every word that left their mouth was fact, that nothing they said could be disputed. They grabbed his hand, and moved it to their chest, right over their heart. “We are alive.” He applied slight force, pushing on their chest, as if trying to hold their heart, as his eyes left theirs to rake all along their form, trying to confirm the validity of their statements.

“Yeah.” He breathed out. “Yeah, we’re okay. Okay.” He visibly calmed, though was still a bit jittery. Sensing that he was a little better, they began to slowly move, much like one would move around a frightened animal, so as not to make him think that they were leaving. With microscopic movements, they reclined, laying down, and softly pulling him with them. The caring part of them wanted nothing more then to pull him to their chest and hold him there, to be his shield, but they knew him better than that. It was always in moments of panic that he put others first. And so, they let him curl around them, shielding them, and resigned themselves to rubbing large circles on his shell, and peppering kisses anywhere on him that they could reach. Quite some time passed, without either of them falling back to sleep, simply laying there, confirming one another’s presence.

“Leon?” They called out, their voice, though hushed, ringing throughout the room.

“Hmm?” He responded, lazily.

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

[lexosaurus]

Hey, Lexx! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

LEXIE THIS IS SO CUTE!

Okay I couldn't narrow it down so I'm adding a 6th fic akjnsdfksjnd. So here's my top 6 fics with some commentary because I'm extra af:

1: Everything Was White: After being accidentally revealed to the public and taken away by the government, Danny deals with the aftermath of his time with the GIW.

Yeah, this won't come as a surprise to many. This VERY angsty longfic sorta marked a turning point for me where I started taking writing more seriously, really looking at plot structures, doing research, interacting with other writers. I went into this with "I'll just do a twoshot cuz I suck and I'm not capable of writing much more," and seeing how far I've come in skill and confidence has honestly kept me totally enamored with this fic. I love that I can see my improvement as the fic's gone on. I've gone back and cleaned up the early chapters, and I can still see a distinct difference. Makes me very happy!

2: Morge: It was a beautiful day outside. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming...a corpse was found in the woods.

This was my first Invisobang fic and also my first (and only? so far?) Outsider POV fic. I loved exploring the perspectives of Amity Park and Phantom from somewhat regular people who don't know much about ghosts. And, of course, writing Danny slowly losing it as the fic went on was a great bonus!

3: Transformation Troubles: A hit from one of Skulker's weapons leaves Danny temporarily unable to transform out of his ghost form. Unfortunately for him, he still has classes to attend.

This fic is just a vibe, honestly. It's a "guilty pleasure" category of DP fics that are few and far between (glitching powers, still has to go to class) but I absolutely inhale any chance I get to read one. College AU, post-reveal MY BELOVED real tea y'all. This basically came from me wanting a niche thing and going, "Fine, I'll write it myself!!"

4: and then he woke up: In his dreams, he woke up in his cell again.

This oneshot is similar to EWW where it's my take on what a realistic GIW recovery might look like. Aka, Danny Has A Bad Time. It's a very sad hurt/comfort fic, but I think it also represents a "level up" in my descriptions and pacing that I've been trying to employ more in recent fics.

5: Black and White Roses: When he died, he didn't get a memorial service. He didn't get the vigil, the flowers, the headstone. In fact, no one even found his body.

Dude idk man I just really love Valerie and Phantom's dynamic. Also, thought it'd be really interesting to write a full ghost AU fic, which it was, because as I was writing it I realized like hey, he'd have a corpse, and corpses are kinda freaky aren't they? Like how would you react if ur ghost friend was like "Hey yeah my corpse is over there." That'd be fucking nuts.

6: Birthmark: “No, it’s…” He trailed off, rubbing a hand over his face. His eyebrows were pinched and he looked almost sick. When he finally spoke, his voice was small. “They’re not tattoos.”

Lichtenberg HC my beloveddddd seriously I love it so much I am SO normal about it. That and Phantom and Valerie becoming friends fics. Literally so fucking normal guys. Just trust me bro.

Yeah 5 and 6 are so similar so I couldn't pick between them hahaha. But this is my current top fave fics!

I'm also REALLY excited to release all the stuff that I've been working on the past year this fall. Not tryna gas myself up here but I've been sitting on so much stuff since last NaNo and I'm just ahhhhh!

[merv606]

((“She’s beautiful.” Daniel remarks, and she is. Dark hair with darker eyes, offset by olive skin and a generous mouth.))

The best thing is that Daniel even privately thinks he looks more like her when he was younger than Terry probably ever did lol. Like…Danny boy. You’re so sweet but so dense. Terry is probably thinking how the Silver man all certainly have A Type.

Interesting how Mother Silver is implied to have been deeply unhappy in her marriage to Senior Silver. Meanwhile there’s her son who is so evil and sinister to Daniel while still being madly in love with him. Ohhhhh boyyyyy.

Spoilers - this part is not quite polished up yet.

Takes place right where the last one left off.

The younger man is silent, worried about what that means, worried about the mood it might send Terry into if he were to ask.

As if sensing Daniel’s want but also his indecision, the questions lying heavy on his tongue, Terry turns to him, leaning down slightly, to be closer, as he does.

“I have nothing to hide,” Terry says, “not from you,” encouraging him to give life to the questions filling his mouth, the questions that are oddly what is keeping him for speaking.

“What happened?”

Even though Terry knew it was coming, he inhales deeply and slowly before answering.

“He saw her one day in a market here. He got her pregnant, married her then brought her back to the states.”

So matter of fact; his voice eerily similar to the night he first told Daniel of his time in Vietnam.

“Her family had nothing. To them, and her, it was an offer at a better life. They didn’t know any better. She didn’t know any better.”

Daniel remembers poverty. His mother going days without eating so he could. Daniel finding that out and lying to her on some days that he had so that she finally would.

Terry laughs, a hollow thing that sets Daniel on edge not so much for its coldness, but how it contrasts against the sound of the laugh itself.

“The handsome american who had seen the most beautiful woman and made her his. He charmed a lot of people with that version of the story. He would say that heI had only come to broker a deal to dispose of waste and found the love of his life.”

“Was she?” Daniel asks gently.

“They used to be happy …. I think.”

“The way she would describe it, when they first met anyway. How she knew, from the minute she saw the handsome man at the market that her life would never be the same. How everything was better …. Until it wasn’t.”

“Your father ….”

“He was never the marrying kind. He always had a wandering eye and …. He broke her heart.”

“She would do these things to get his attention… she never meant any of them.”

“But after one attempt she was in the hospital longer than normal. They had given her pills to sleep and she got … well, she got too used to taking them.”

“Guess I got more than my hair from her after all.”

Daniel says nothing, for there is nothing to say.

“She used to say the pain was in the memory of something … as long as she couldn’t remember then it wouldn’t hurt her.”

“I think they made her forget.”

“She had been getting better but ….”

“But,” Daniel prompts.

“One night, she started the car in the garage. It wasn’t the first time she had done it, not by any means but this time, well, the pills knocked her out so she couldn’t …. She never woke up from that one.”

“Terry, I ….”

For once, it seems, Terry is not paying attention to Daniel.

“She had begged him not to go that night. Knew where it was he was going but, he went anyway. Like every other time before.

“I found her but … she was already cold.”

Daniel flashes back, to going in to wake his father that morning, after his mother had asked him to, and like Terry had been unable to.

Daniel puts Terry’s hand in his squeezing - maybe another time he’ll tell Terry that but for now he doesn’t want to make this about him

“I think she felt things too much, and that can be dangerous, especially with a callous man.”

Terry may be his father’s son in several regards but he wishes he had been his mother’s. He promised himself in that regard though, he would not be.

Terry looks at Daniel now, down at their interlocked finger and he raises it to his mouth, kissing the back.

“You will never feel that. You never be neglected like that. I would never do that to you. You are and always will be the only one for me - the most important thing to me - you are my life.”

[myst867]

Drabble | First Night

Drabble | The First Night 🌙 🌙 🌙

**10pm**

This should have been the easiest part saying goodnight. This first night living together as friends, especially after telling Ron and Ginny. After trying not to squirm under Molly's disapproving stare.

But they both stood there awkwardly staring at each other on the second floor of Grimmauld, their bedroom doors behind them.

"So...." They both began, then laughed.

Harry gestured for her to go first.

"I guess this is goodnight then?"

"Yes." He replied.

"We have proper beds now. In separate rooms. And don't need warming charms!"

"Yes."

"Are you going to say anything besides yes?"

He grinned at her. "Yes."

"I guess it will be good that we're getting used to sleeping apart like normal now...." She paused, waiting for him to agree again. But he stood there very still, his head tilted forward so his hair and glasses obscured his eyes. Just when she thought he wouldn't answer, he spoke.

"Will it?"

**11pm**

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Hermione flopped over on the bed, unable to shake remembering how Harry had been when they said goodnight. His voice was lower and huskier than normal, the way he had avoided her eyes. It was perfectly normal that she wanted him sleeping next to her.

They'd been through a war, right? She held her arm up. Even in the dim light the scarring from Bellatrix was obvious. She traced the rough edges of the scarring, her mind running in different directions.

Before moving into Grimmauld she had been at the Burrow, and then before that it was camping or passing out from exhaustion. This was the first night she was alone and going to bed at a reasonable hour in... maybe a year? It was hard to remember. Everything felt like it had lasted forever and yet passed by so quickly.

She should have taken one of Harry's shirts. He probably wouldn't even have said anything, even if he noticed. She rolled over again, determined to sleep, bury her head in the pillow and trying to convince herself it was perfectly normal to pretend he was sleeping next to her.

He was splayed out like he usually slept, taking over most of the bed. His wand was under his pillow and his glasses were still on his face because he forgot to take them off before falling asleep.

Hermione clutched her pillow tightly as she pictured each detail trying to sleep.

**1am**

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Harry sat on the edge of his bed in the dark. He rolled his wand back and forth as he focused on listening intently. It was easier to ignore the way anxiety made his own chest tight when he focused on Hermione.

The first time she had night terrors had been at Shell Cottage after escaping the Malfoy Mansion. He and Ron had slammed into each other as they jumped up and ran to her. Harry had been faster.

When she woke up, she looked at them in confusion and he realized she didn’t remember.

His heart had been in his throat, his skin clammy and she didn’t remember screaming like she was was being tortured...again.

He paused all movement as he heard something. He got up walking out of his room and standing outside her door.

His hand was on the knob of her door as he argued with himself about boundaries.

Friends don't-

He heard a shaky inhale and pushed the door open abruptly. She sat up almost immediately with her wand in her hand, and he stopped.

"Harry? Are you okay?"

As she spoke, she scooted over and pulled the covers back, patting the bed. He climbed in next to her, sliding his wand under the pillow. She plucked his glass off his face, putting them on the bedside table.

"I'm having trouble sleeping."

She cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder and her hand making a soothing motion down his chest.

"Me too."

"Maybe we can try sleeping on our own tomorrow."

"Maybe."

"Maybe we don't need to rush sleeping alone and we can try next week."

"Maybe."

He made a disgruntled noise. "Are you only going to say maybe?"

He could practically feel her smirk as she rubbed her face against his shoulder as she got comfy.

"Maybe."

He kept staring up at the blurry, dark ceiling. "Maybe we never sleep alone again."

4am

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Hermione woke up to Harry's voice and his arms tight around her.

"Wake up. It's okay, I've got you. Wake up, please."

She cleared her throat, her voice feeling scratchy. "I'm awake."

Against her, Harry felt stiff, his muscles tight as he held her. She wiggled her arm from where he had it squished between them as he hugged her.

She rubbed his back a little, trying to get him to relax. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

The further awake she became, the more aware she was of how entangled they were as they laid in bed together. She wiggled a little. It felt comforting how tightly he held her and she heard his little intake of breath.

"Harry."

"Mmm?"

She plucked at the back of his shirt as she confessed her fear. "What if the way I feel right now isn't real? What if I'm messed up from everything?"

"How do you feel?"

"Like I can't imagine not being by your side. Like I love you.... as more than a friend."

His lips brushed hers softly. "We're probably both messed up a little. But I know I love you. And I'll wait however long it takes until you're sure."

"You'll wait for me?"

"Forever." He replied.

"Okay."

"But we can still sleep together, right?"

"Yes. Maybe we can try dating." She suggested.

"Isn't dating supposed to come first, then sleeping together?"

"I suppose if we were a normal couple, it would."

"We're definitely not normal. So we're a couple then?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. Maybe we can try to be a boring couple if we can't be a normal couple."

Harry shifted his hands, coming up to tangle in her hair. "I'd love to be a boring couple with you.

**The Morning After**

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Hermione sat at the breakfast table, looking at Ron, who had stopped by. Harry stood behind her his hand on her shoulder as they faced their friend.

"I just don't understand- when did this happen? You guys always acted like uh... siblings, you know?"

Harry's hand tightened on her shoulder, and she reached up to pat it. They were both thinking of his fumbling explanation to Ron when he had come back after leaving them during the Horcrux hunt.

"Neither of us have siblings Ron, so I really don't know what you mean. And with everything that was happening, we weren’t focused as much on each other. And we talked last night and decided."

Ron’s eyes darted between them. "Last night?"

Harry pointed at him. "It wasn't like that. Stop being a git."

Ron blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, okay I guess."

The oven beeped, and they both headed over to finish getting breakfast for the three of them. Hermione grabbed the scones from the often while Harry grabbed the plates and started setting out the food on the table.

As they moved, there were little touches. Harry gave an absent stroke along Hermione’s back. Hermione gave his arm a little squeeze to let him know she was moving behind him.

When they finally sat down, Ron was staring at them with a faintly astonished expression.

"You know, I always worried that if you two got together, it would cut me out somehow...like we wouldn't be the same kind of friends."

"That's silly Ron." Hermione took the jam and made a scone she put on Harry's plate. Harry put two sugars and a splash of cream in her coffee, setting it in front of her. "Yeah, we've been friends for practically half our lives already. It's not going to change, mate."

"It's just you two were acting like you always do...I just never noticed. You act like a married couple!"

Hermione's eyes met Harry’s, and he winked at her, mouthing quietly. "Mrs. Potter."

She shook her head with a smile. "We're not there yet. We decided we are going back together for eighth year to give us some time to think about the future and what we want to do."

"What? I thought you were joining the aurors with me, Harry."

Harry shrugged. "Now that I've thought about it more... I think I need a break from that type of thing. From constantly thinking about dark wizards."

"So you two are both going back to school?"

"Yes, why don't you join us? Taking your NEWTs would probably help your career." Hermione offered.

"No way. You two can be in Hogwarts acting like some boring old married couple. I'm joining the Aurors."

"Not married. Just a boring couple." Hermione said looking at Harry and they both started laughing while Ron looked at them like they were crazy.

[flameohotwife]

Silence and Sparrowkeets

Yesterday was super busy and I didn't have time to post this here... sorry! Just a slice of domestic kataang/cloud-family life, written for day 6 of @kataang-week, "Quiet Moments/Healing Techniques."

Read on ao3 or ffn, rated T

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, but even Aang didn’t stir. He and Katara were sprawled on their bed, limbs heavy with exhaustion, with a teething Tenzin between them, still half-latched onto his mother’s breast. His eyes were closed, but if his parents dared to move him even the slightest bit, he would wail and wake his siblings and the chaos would begin again. They’d learned this the hard way—twice—during the night.

Tenzin had shown signs of teething for weeks but everything had come to a head the previous day, and he’d been inconsolable. None of their other children had been this distraught at the eruption of their teeth, and Aang and Katara were at a loss. They tried everything. Katara had kept a steady supply of ice wrapped in cloth for him to chew on and numb his aching gums, but it only lasted so long. She’d tried mixing some herbs for pain relief. Aang had offered him all his favorite toys, including a special Air Nomad teething pendant he had carved for him (just as he had for their other children). When Katara’s herbal pain relief wore off they tried a traditional Air Nomad remedy—a paste made from flowers that grew among the Patola mountains. They both took turns carrying him everywhere swaddled against their bodies as they went about their duties for the day, but nothing worked.

Tenzin hadn’t napped for more than ten minutes straight, either, which only worsened his mood. The only thing that seemed to help for any period of time was nursing. The suction gave him some relief, and the skin-to-skin contact offered comfort, but he didn’t always want the milk that came with it, and he kept spitting out the fake rubber nipple she offered, which he had previously taken to with gusto. 

When nighttime came, Tenzin was still unable to sleep. He tossed and turned; every movement inciting a new round of screams from his tiny body. His temperature was rising, and Katara had taken him out of bed at one point to give him a lukewarm bath. When his screams woke Kya, she wandered into her parents’ room, rubbing her eyes with chubby little fists, asking what was wrong with the baby.

“He’s just getting his teeth in,” Katara explained gently while she bounced and rocked a fussy, nursing Tenzin. “It can hurt quite a bit, though, and crying is the only way he can tell us something’s wrong. Unfortunately there’s not a whole lot we can do to make him feel better.”

“You didn’t like getting your teeth in, either, Penguin,” Aang chuckled sleepily from beside Katara before getting up to walk Kya back to her room. Katara could hear his joints popping as he stretched. “Bumi kept asking if he could sleep outside so he wouldn't hear you cry. I’m sorry you got woken up. Do you want another story or a cuddle?”

“Yes, pease, Daddy” she mumbled as Aang scooped her up. “Feel better, Tenzy,” Kya called in concern over Aang’s shoulder. Despite her exhaustion, Katara smiled at them as they walked out the door and down the hall. At some point Aang had returned and they had both fallen into a fitful semblance of sleep, creating a protective nest with their bodies around their youngest son. 

Now, Katara’s heavy eyelids fluttered open out of habit (and against her will); this was the time in the morning when Tenzin normally woke for the day, demanding to nurse and unable to fall back to sleep. Her stomach grumbled. Even though Tenzin showed no signs of stirring after such a long, sleepless night, and she knew he needed the sleep, her body wasn’t going to allow her that luxury, it seemed.

Her stomach complained again, louder this time, and she heard Aang inhale sharply. Even with his eyes still closed, she could see that he was waking up. Every muscle in his body flexed and stretched as minimally as possible so as not to wake Tenzin, and his face started to scrunch up to block out the sun that was shining directly onto his face. Finally, he sighed heavily and peeked one eye open.

He smiled when he saw Katara staring back at him. They didn’t often get these early morning moments together anymore, now that they were parents. Bumi, Kya, and especially Tenzin were early risers like their father (although Bumi had become less-so as he grew older), so it was rare for Katara to wake before one of the children. Instead, she woke to them, immediately having to put on her mom hat and get right to work with Aang to keep them safe and fed and learning and in line. So she cautiously stretched and breathed in the silence.

Until her stomach growled a third time. 

Aang stifled his laugh with his hand, and ever-so-slowly crept out of the bed. “I’ll go get you something to eat,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “You’re going to need to eat everything in the kitchen after all the nursing Tenzin did last night.”

Katara chuckled and nodded in agreement, looking at the sleeping infant. His breathing had evened out significantly in the last few hours, and he seemed to finally be in a deep enough sleep that she could try to move away from him. “Can you hand me Tenzin’s pacifier?” she asked quietly. He reached over to the bedside table and passed it to her. She smiled at him in thanks as he tiptoed out the door, cushioning his steps with airbending even more than usual. 

Nervously, Katara slid her finger along Tenzin’s lip to unlatch him from her breast and quickly replaced her own nipple with the rubber one in his mouth. He pouted a little, but his eyes remained closed (thank the Spirits), and soon enough he settled back to sleep. He had really worn himself out. 

As silently as possible, Katara got up from the bed and changed her clothes, and did a quick wash-up with her bending water without leaving the room so she could make sure Tenzin didn’t roll off the bed. She breathed a sigh of relief at no longer smelling of sour milk—at least for the next couple of hours. She had just finished combing her hair when Aang walked in with a plate of cut fruit, some jook, and tea to share, and a bag of seal jerky for Katara on a stone tray.

“Thank you,” she whispered, standing up to kiss his cheek as he set the tray down on her vanity. Aang wrapped his arms around her, wordlessly trying to offer her some strength after such a depleting day, with no restorative sleep. 

Katara found herself melting into his embrace for a long moment, as the sparrowkeets sang their morning song outside their window. She inhaled his comforting scent one more time before separating to sit down to her morning feast. 

Aang gathered a few cushions and they made a makeshift table out of her vanity stool as they sat cross-legged on the floor, eating quietly together. Katara couldn’t remember the last time they’d shared breakfast, just the two of them.

“Where are Bumi and Kya?” she asked suddenly. They were usually up by now.

“Still asleep,” Aang said, laughing softly when Katara’s eyes widened dramatically. “I checked on them while the jook was cooking—I think they got about as much sleep as we did last night, with all of Tenzin’s crying.”

“Ugh, you’re right. Hopefully they’ll sleep late and catch up on their rest.”

Aang nodded as he took another bite of his breakfast. They sat in near silence for a long time as they finished their food and tea. Only the sounds of their spoons scraping the bottoms of their bowls, the clank of the teacups when they set them back on the tray, and the sparrowkeets in the background filled the air. Occasionally Tenzin would snuffle and whine, but he remained thankfully, blessedly asleep.

When they finished their meal, Katara scooted around to lean against Aang, keeping her eye on Tenzin. Aang wrapped his arm around her and squeezed gently. Now that they had three kids to take care of, it was even harder to find time and energy to reconnect like this, but Katara could always feel his love for her in his touch. Even if their only interaction for the day was when he kissed her goodbye before going off to a day of meetings, it never felt routine or normal; his kiss was always so full of his feelings for her. His hand on her back could take her out of the moment and remind her just how much he cherished her. 

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of them to communicate through touch this way, especially since they’d become parents. A certain look and a squeeze of the hip could say “I want you” more deeply than words ever had. A gentle hand to the face could say “I’m worried about you” more clearly. A hug could say so many things, depending on the tightness, the length, where they put their hands… 

In this moment, Katara could feel Aang’s touch saying something like, “that was hard, but we made it.” 

Katara nuzzled her head into his chest to say, “I don’t know if I could have made it without you.”

Aang’s chest shook as he laughed silently in agreement; he knew he couldn’t have made it without her. Through almost anything in this life. He pressed another kiss to the top of her head.

Despite their lack of sleep, this quiet moment together recharged them, as the other’s presence always had. During the war, just having Katara by his side gave Aang strength and hope. Aang’s presence did the same for Katara. So when the sounds of Bumi clanging around in the kitchen looking for breakfast reached their ears, and when Kya stumbled sleepily out of her room, and when Tenzin’s cries filled the air again… they knew they could handle it—all of it—as long as they were together.

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Hey bestie! Here to give you a prompt. No rush or pressure whatsoever!<3 just want to see your take on Raya and/or Namaari taking care of each other while on their periods. Nothing too long or elaborated, I just need the fluff lol.

Hey bestie! Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy!

Rated T

Ao3

Strong

Namaari wakes up with tears in her eyes early in the morning, long before the sun is to rise. She's confused and dazed for a moment, uncertain why she woke before realizing the sharp pain in her lower abdomen, back, and legs—along with a familiar wet feeling between her legs. 

She started her menstrual cycle. 

Namaari can already tell that it's going to be a bad one. From starting in the middle of the night to the heavy flow front from the get-go to the intense amount of pain that she's sure will only get worse. 

Fuck.

"'maari? Are you alright?" 

She nearly forgot that Raya was here with her. Her lover's voice laced with sleep and concern, a hand coming to rub across her shoulder. 

Raya came to Fang two days ago, a trip just to spend some days with her as they haven't had much time to themselves lately. Namaari instantly feels bad for her as she had just started her period, it's not exactly the most ideal way to spend time together. 

Weakly, she brings a hand to wipe away the tears on her face, trying not to groan when just the small movement causes an ache through her body. "I started early." 

Her girlfriend who is still half asleep gives her a confused look. 

"And I bled onto the sheets." 

Raya sits up with concern, her brain taking a moment to understand the situation and if Namaari was feeling better, she probably would have laughed. 

"Oh…" Raya says once she puts it together, then her voice turns gentler. "Dep la… C'mon, let's clean you up." 

Raya pulls back the sheets, Namaari only now realizing that her side of the sheets were kicked off and how hot her body feels. 

Despite her body yelling at her not to, Namaari eases herself up. She hisses behind clenched teeth, fighting the pain that racks through her. 

Raya aids her out of the bed, letting Namaari take her time before guiding her to the bathroom. 

"Do you want to wash yourself up while I replace the sheets?" Raya asks softly, eyes watching her sympathetically. "Or do you want me to help?" 

"I'll do it by myself." Namaari replies, her voice soft. She can take the time to bring herself together, embarrassed from the whole situation. 

"Okay, just call if you need me." Raya kisses her tenderly on her temple before leaving her to it. 

Dragons, she doesn't deserve Raya. 

Namaari is grateful for this moment alone so she can calm herself, utterly embarrassed to wake Raya up like that. Embarrassed about bleeding onto the sheets, about crying from the pain, about appearing weak. 

Namaari cleans her and changes into a new set of sleepwear, it takes her a while as she pauses every so often as a wave of cramps engulfs her but by the end of it, her body feels better besides the sharp pain ranking through her. 

Toi, this is a bad one. 

Her hands grip onto the edges of the wash bin, head hanging low as she tries her best to hold back her tears. 

Normally, Namaari's periods were manageable. She would be able to continue her normal routines without much set back, but sometimes it would just hit her hard, being unable to move or do much of anything on her own. She would become nauseous and dizzy as her cramps seem to triple in intensity compared to her 'normal' ones. And this month's is definitely one of those sometimes. 

Namaari hates feeling weak, not wanting to be vulnerable. She wants to be seen as the strong warrior she is, not wanting to be brought down by her menstrual cycle. 

But, fuck, Namaari feels like absolute shit. 

"You doing alright?" 

Namaari inhales sharply. "No…" 

"Do you need help?"

"No, I'm… I'm okay." 

Namaari stands straight and opens to door. She's greeted with a sympathetic frown. 

Raya takes her hand, placing a kiss atop it before guiding her more into the room. Namaari can see the sheets have been changed and set up nearly and there are more pillows on the bed. 

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can ask the chamberlains to make you some Caramilla tea for the pain?" 

Namaari shakes her head. "I… I really just want to lay down right now." 

"Okay." Raya gives her a gentle smile. 

Once at the bed, Raya pulls down the sheets for them and Namaari carefully climbs in. 

It's sweet how compassionate and caring Raya is being to her, asking about her, taking care of her. But she can't help the small tinge to her pride, not wanting to seem weak and succumb to pain. Wanting to be that strong warrior, to show Raya she won't double down to some menstrual cramps. 

Raya climbs in next to her, pulling the sheets back up around them. She lays on her side to face Namaari, a gentle look in her eyes. 

"It's a bad one, huh?" Raya states more than asks. 

Namaari nods anyway, face flushed both from her raised body heat and the embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry." 

"For what?" 

"Waking you up, bleeding on the sheets." Namaari says softly. "Not being strong." 

Raya's eyebrows knit together. 

"Look at me, Namaari." 

Namaari obeys, turning her head to face her. 

Raya brings a hand up to cup her face, looking at her intensely. "You don't need to be sorry. I don't care if you wake me up, the sheets are no big deal, and you are so strong. You are just in a lot of pain, but you are strong." 

Namaari sighs. 

"But it's okay to be vulnerable, to have weakness. You can't always be strong and it's okay to take a moment to let go and cry. Let me help, okay?" 

Namaari nods, letting the newly formed tears fall. Raya wipes them away with her thumb and kisses. 

"Just because when you get injured, it doesn't make you a weak warrior, right?" Namaari nods with a hum. "And do you think I'm weak when I have my period?"

Namaari shakes her head even though Raya already knew the answer, Raya's periods were irregular and intense. Namaari knows how strong her girlfriend is, having to handle them. 

"See? I don't think you are weak either. But even then I'm here to help you carry some of that."

Raya opens her arms, offering an embrace that Namaari takes. Namaari wraps her arms around Raya, pushing her face into her lover's skin. 

Raya brings one hand up to Namaari's head, gently playing with the messy and knotted hair while the other hand rubs her lower back with firm but gently presses, helping to ease the intense pain there.

Namaari sighs in content.

They stay like this for a moment, Namaari melting into her arms. The pain being easier to handle while Rayas holds her.

"Can I do anything for you, dep la?”

"Just keep holding me…" 

She can feel Raya smile against the top of her head. "Will do." 

"Thank you for taking care of me." 

"There's no need to thank me, I'll always take care of you. I love you."

"I love you too."

[autumn-foxfire]

Has anyone talked to you about The Latest Crazy Thing Hawks Just Did? Remember when we learned he was visiting his mom's house "two days after" the war, and thought "ok, way too early, but we'll take it" but then Hawks told us he was actually discharged yesterday? Meaning he might've only spent a single night in the hospital? Well recently we learned that Hawks went back and disposed of Twice's body. So now everybody is like "WTF HAWKS WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE CORPSE?!?!?" And yeah those are the real questions. Did he incinerate it, bag it and bury it, cryogenic chamber??? I can't believe Hori gave us the means to make "Hawks is eerily good at making bodies disappear" jokes alongside the "he's the only Pro down for murder" ones.

So you think the real reason Jeanist thought Hawks died in his car was because the night before he witnessed this wingless, voiceless, should be drop-dead exhausted and unable to lift a finger, heavily scarred (show us his back Hori) moron wake up in a morphine-induced haze, crawl himself out of bed, incite mass panic with the doctors over his frantic mumblings about "what happened in the war, what happened to everyone, Twice-" before arming himself with bleach bottles and sponges and going ham on the blood-stained floor, which also happened to be falling apart, it dropped into empty air at one end from how damaged and unstable it was.

Jeanist watching him on his hands and knees, cleaning like a zombie in a trance, scrubbing furiously, staring at the floor to the point of blurry eyesight because that was also damaged from the fire, he couldn't fully open one eye but he can't risk missing a trace of blood, calculating the next course of action even with the concussion and insane fatigue, and if Jeanist had a crumb of Dadzawa instinct in him instead of being just as crazy as Hawks, he'd be regretting his choices seeing Hawks put his whole back into those scrubs despite the fresh burns, smoke inhalation, etc. Like my guy should be on a ventilator, the story does not shy away from telling us Hawks really did almost die and was hovering between this world and the next, but instead of taking it easy, he takes on more responsibility. I so want to know how this half-dead moron manhandled Jeanist into being his personal taxi driver all the way back to Gunga and smooth talked the cops and other heroes to let him go past the yellow tape into an unstable crime scene and then yell at them for letting Hawks get away with this shit.

Yeah no wonder he passed out in your car! If this is what he was doing! I didn't think he was serious when he said he was running around gathering intel, but he probably really was "running" quite literally, all over a war-ravaged country a night after the fact and covered every single ground in two days. Now what'll really take the cake is if this took place in the morning with him begging the docs to let him be discharged against medical advice and politely requesting a portable breathing device like a semi-respectable if incredibly unwise lad, or if he woke up delirious like a man possessed during the night, coughing and wheezing struggling to speak after ripping the normal med mask off to get a status update, making wild arm gestures before someone got him a phone and shoved the mask back on. Perks of the cover of night is that there's no witnesses and therefore, nobody at Gunga to tell him no or other heroes to judge him over cleaning up the crime scene, he can make his own choices about body disposals. And it ties into Tomie running away, because while VIZ doesn't include it, Jeanist actually asks if she fled under the cover of night, and "like mother, like son." Also the angst if Hawks hadn't spent that night cleaning up after Twice, he could've met his mother in time.

Well, Hawks is a certified mad lad, nothing we didn't know already but the manga keeps on confirming it for us.

Damn Hawks, take a break T-T He wouldn't even let almost dying stop him, already taking precautions of the next step they need to do just so the villains couldn't get a drop on them. He makes me want to scream in frustration because BOY PLEASE.

Hawks is just... wow.

[soupercatte]

FFXIV Writing Prompt Day 13: Confluence

[All of Kelas'ra's past decisions converge into a single moment that will chart the course of his life from here on out]

A/N: This one was a a short fun one for me, primarily as this is the pivotal moment that determined the split in his fate: either following the WoL! timeline or following the main timeline where he became a carpenter instead. All his choices leading up to one chance of fate that essentially makes or breaks his character. I enjoyed it, and I hope you will as well!

I can’t keep living like this.

Kelas’ra groaned to himself, clutching his stomach as he felt it rumbling beneath his hands, the growling audible even to his ears. He’d been eating nothing but nuts and berries and occasionally a malnourished ground squirrel if he was quick enough on his feet to hunt one. He had his bow of course, but said targets were so small and quick he had a better chance merely setting traps instead. To which therein lied the problem: The local Wood Wailers seemed to have a super power hellbent on destroying any trap he or the other Moon Keepers he had encountered laid down, shredding them and leaving the remains as a message.

He did not remember how he first came to the Shrouds, which normally would be concerning in its own right but he had learned not to ask questions any more. His last memories were boarding the ship in Thavnair, inhaling the salty ocean air as he had sprinted the length of the merchant vessel, practicing Eorzean and learning all manner of things about the lands he was headed to, but where he docked he could not say. The next thing he knew he was waking up on the banks of the Hathoetha River, lungs burning as he coughed up water, surrounded by a group of wary and confused Couerl Claws members. He had been wearing a set of strong leather armor, gashed and burned but saving him from the worst of his injuries yet his body still ached as if he’d been running nonstop. 

They had not believed him when he pleaded his case, advising he had no memory of ever setting foot here in the Shrouds, but being a Moon Keeper as well the Couerl Claws had temporarily taken him in, allowing him to trade his damaged armor for a new set of clothing, a leather archery chest guard, and a bow with a small quiver of arrows. Once they were satisfied that he wouldn’t keel over on the spot they shoved him away, sending him on his own in the unfamiliar territory.

Kelas’ra had noted that his Eorzean was far better than he had anticipated, able to converse seamlessly though he still could not read much of anything, not that he needed to in the forest. His body felt stronger and more limber than he last remembered too, ogling at his muscles and form, curious as to what exactly he had been doing before he woke up.

As he had explored the Shrouds he had discovered several unique peoples; the Duskwight forestborn and their traditional culinary love of Mun-tuy Beans (he had grown to enjoy them as well however he was unable to handle them fermented), the Coeurl Claws of course, the Ixali, strange bird-like men who spoke in squawks and screeches but also spoke the common tongue, teaching him various things about the Shrouds as well as their language (they had found it hilarious that a so-called ‘Fluffy Tailed Flightless One’ wanted to learn their words and let him try) before they too sent him on his way, albeit with slight more pomp and ceremony than the Coeurl Claws.

In the end he had determined he wasn’t a good fit for the various Moon Keeper tribes either and kept mostly  to himself, hunting and foraging for what he needed but he was growing weary of the act. He missed a roof over his head instead of the temporary lean-to’s he’d craft or curling up inside of hollowed trees or under rocky outcroppings. He was tired of pruny hands from the morning dew and the constant shivering at night, the damp wood keeping him from lighting small fires.

With a groan he rose to a sitting position, dropping from his perch on a small cliff overlooking a carved path through the hillside, watching as deer pranced through the pass, oblivious to him. Again his stomach growled and he heaved a weary sigh. Perhaps it was time for him to forget the forest and start over once more.

The thought had crossed his mind, but he had ever been wary of Gridania as every single group he had encountered had hissed and cursed at the name, warning him of the people that lived within its walls.

“They call us savages but they’re the ones coming after us!” He had been told numerous times, “They fear the scorn of their Seedseers and the elementals! They care only for themselves and damn all else!”

As such, Kelas’ra hadn’t felt too bad about stealing supplies from their Wood Wailers, encampments stationed around the forest begging to be ransacked. He’d nearly been caught a handful of times but he was quick and lithe, slipping back into the foliage with his spoils before they had even noticed.

But now he didn’t have much of a choice. 

Gathering his rucksack and his bow Kelas’ra set out on foot, following the trails up through the forests and ending up in the small settlement of Quarrymill The people working here paid him no mind as they rushed about, only one worker pausing in their frantic pace to point the way to the city before hurrying off once more.

The sun was high, beans of light peeking through the canopy in a splotchy patchwork of warm, golden beams dotting the paths ahead of him as he walked, the heat beginning to become slightly uncomfortable. With a huff he wiped the sweat from his brow, wishing for a place to sit down but he didn’t feel like straying too far from the path. He would continue until he either reached another settlement or he reached the city, whichever happened first.

“Ho there, move out the way, Laddie!”

Kelas’ra yelped and stumbled out of the way as a chocobo carriage clattered by, the bird giving an annoyed kweh-! as it raced around him. The driver, an older Hyur man with greying hair, waved at him as he slowed. “You ought to watch where you walk, boy! You’ll get run over like that!”

“S-sorry.” He gave a polite bow, adjusting his bag. “Say, how far is Gridania from here? Do you know?”

The driver laughed, stopping the cart completely now. ‘Of course I do, Laddie! I make this trip all the time. You’re looking at another couple hours on foot. You headed there?”

“Yessir.”

“Well hop on in, I’ll take you with me.”

Kelas’ra gaped at the man, ears shooting upright with surprise. “I could not! I have no way to pay you...”

“Don’t matter.” The driver smirked, patting the seat by him. “I’m headed there anyway, it costs nothing to give a new friend a ride, but if you insist you can pay me by way of telling me about yourself. You aren’t from here, are you?”

“Is it that obvious?” Kelas’ra grinned as he hopped onto the seat by the man, setting his bag at his feet as the chocobo began to run once more. The carriage rattled along at a fast clip, the breeze pleasant on his skin.

“Aye, not everyday you see a Keeper wandering the roads proper.” The man retorted, watching the path ahead of them. “Let alone during the day time since you people tend to be nocturnal. Besides, you’ve got an odd cadence to your voice. Never heard an accent like that, so I figure you must be the traveling sort.”

“Correct again.” The Corvosi man said wryly. “T’would seem I’m rather far from home…”

He spoke at length with the carriage driver until they had arrived by the city gates, learning that his name was Bremondt and that this was his usual route, coming and going from city to city with his brothers. He also learned about The Calamity, the man shell shocked that Kelas’ra had been completely ignorant of it. Kelas’ra had been as well; to hear that Eorzea had nearly been wiped off the star by the lesser moon Dalamud crashing into the earth was astounding. Wouldn’t he have heard of this before? Especially something so cataclysmic, so mind numbingly terrifying? He bet even the peoples in the Far East had known about it, so why had he never heard of this before?

It was an enlightening ride as Kelas’ra gave a polite bow to Bremondt when the man dropped him off at the gates to the city, waving as the cart disappeared in the treeline.

With an anxious wiggle, Kelas’ra adjusted his bow and his bag, brushing his hair from his face as he took his first steps into Gridania, feeling the scrutiny of the Wood Wailers as they protected the entrances, their eyes watching him as he passed.

He entered New Gridania, wowed by the massive Aetheryte in the center of the plaza and the enormous trees that surrounded the city almost like a protective barrier, the sunlight beaming down and illuminating the clearing. The crowds were heavy but not unbearable and he could smell food cooking somewhere, the growling in his stomach growing yet stronger.

I need to make some money for food and lodging… Kelas’ra thought to himself, clutching his stomach. He was going to turn this around and finally sleep in a real bed for the first time in what felt like years, but how, exactly?

Peering around the plaza, he spotted a bored looking guard leaning against the rock cliffside. Shuffling over, Kelas’ra tapped him on the shoulder, the Elezen man glaring down at him.

“Hrm?” He chuffed, “What’dyou want, Moonie?”

Stuttering, Kelas’ra struggled to quell the annoyance in his voice at the name. “H-hello, forgive my intrusion. I’m new here and needing work. Where may I-”

“Over there.” The guard waved him away in a flippant manner. “Just head to the building with the water wheel and they’ll sort you out. Just don’t cause any trouble or you’ll be answering to me, you hear?”

“R-right..”

Trying his best to keep his tail from flicking in agitation he nodded and thanked the guard, hurrying away before he had to hear him speak once more. The building with the waterwheel….

He glanced around and saw a large building with what appeared to be an airship landing built into it, the domed ceiling made of green and yellow stained glass. Distantly he was able to see a massive water wheel on the other side, churning slowly, the roar of the crashing water audible even from here. And yet, if he turned but slightly to the right there was a smaller building with a water wheel in the front, softly spinning as the sweet scent of wood shavings drifted over to him. Kelas’ra bit his lip as he thought, unsure exactly which one he was meant to go towards. The large building seemed much more busy, travelers passing quickly through the doors, but certainly the guard had meant the smaller building since the waterwheel was in plain sight?

He should have been more clear. He thought sullenly, digging into his bag and pulling out his last Gil coin. It couldn’t buy him anything and he had been holding onto it since he woke, finally settled on its purpose.

“Heads I go left, tails I go right.” He announced to himself, closing his hand into a fist and resting the coin on top. “Sisters guide my luck…” 

With a flick of his thumb the coin soared into the air with a faint ringing sound, flipping and spinning until it came back down, landing in his palm as he slapped it against the back of his other hand. Lifting his hand, he smiled at the coin’s decision.

“Sanduruva delivers! Right it is.”

Pocketing the coin he dashed across the plaza, ducking into the small building and was instantly awash in the scents of woods and lacquers and dusty shavings. It was nostalgic, bringing him back to the times he would sit with his father in his small workshop by their home, carving pieces for the tribe. There were many things placed on platforms around the room, showcasing the goods available; furniture, tools, jewelry boxes and even a bedframe, each expertly crafted and beyond through a doorway he could see a large work room, various carpenters going about their craft. Amazed at the speed in which they worked he took a step towards the workshop when a hand shot out, grabbing his arm.

“Oi, you can’t go in there, you daft chocobo’s arsefluff!”

He jumped back as an annoyed hyur with chestnut hair glared down at him. “That’s for the members of the guild! No entry!”

Kelas’ra stepped back, eyes wide with excitement. “A guild? Perfect! I would like join, if I may! I’ve no formal training, but my father was a carpenter in Corvos and I learned many things as a child from him! I even-”

“I don’t want to hear your life story.” The man grumbled, waving him away. “We’re not taking applications at this time, you’ll have to go elsewhere-”

“Corgg, that’s enough.” A curt voice cut the man off as they both turned to the doorway. An Elezen man stood there with his arms crossed, glasses obscuring his eyes and most of his expression. He appeared rather intimidating, even more so as he crossed the room to stand by Kelas’ra, dwarfing him.

“Corvos, you say?” He asked. “I’ve heard your people are quite skilled artisans, primarily with weaving and clothcraft but I’ve seen a few Corvosi wood pieces come through in my time. Have you tools?”

“N-no sir.” Kelas’ra stuttered, taking a tentative step back. 

“Do you know how to use the tools?”

“It has been a while, but yes, I’m certain it will all come back to me.”

The man nodded once, as if he liked what he was hearing. 

“We’re always in need of skilled workers in the wake of the Calamity.” He announced. “Everybody wants to be an adventurer or go back to pretending nothing has happened, not to mention those who just disappeared. As such, the Carpentry Guild would be happy to take you should you be willing to learn and respect the way of the forest.”

Kelas’ra’s eyes lit up once more, rising to his very tiptoes in eagerness. “Yes, of course! I could start right away, if needed!”

“Good, good.” The guildmaster ushered him forward towards the workshop as Corgg pouted slightly, leaning against the counter. “First we shall test your aptitude for the whispered secrets of the wood by way of a little challenge. Here, I’ll give you some tools and I want you to craft me the finest piece of maple lumber you can manage. This shall let me see where you stand. Think you can manage that much, My Feline Friend?”

Grinning, Kelas’ra gave him an excited smile. “Of course. I’ll give you a timber so fine in quality you’ll cry just thinking of sanding it down.”

“I look forward to it.” Beatin responded, lips quirking slightly into a grin of his own. ‘Hop to it, then. Show me what you’re capable of.”

[thesafewaystobereckless]

Getting blackout drunk is dumb

So last night, I finished a bottle of wine, and then decided to finish another full bottle right after. Somewhere after the first third of the 2nd bottle I have NO memory of what happened. I remember making a slew of Instagram stories discussing random shit and thankfully I had the better sense to delete them. This morning when I woke up, I remembered I had done that and was so grateful there was nothing posted. Then, I remember being in my bathroom cleaning up puke. I think I had puked in the sink. Then, I remembered inflating my mattress.

However, this morning when I woke up all I could smell was puke. In my living room there was just a huge puddle of it. On my phone, I found a 43 second long video, just pointed at my Echelon bike, and I'm saying something about financial planning. At least that's what I could gather from the first 5 seconds before my words became so slurred I have no idea of what I'm saying. From the point of view, it looks like I was on the floor.

From the evidence of my shirt and sweatpants, I was covered in my own vomit. So what I think happened was I must have puked, gotten on the floor, and was unable to get up so I must have just laid in my puke for a bit. That could have turned out so much worse. I genuinely could have died if I had inhaled my vomit, or puked while I was unconscious. When I was a kid, my father actually had to be taken to the ER because my mom found him passed out, choking on his own vomit after he got drunk. He turned out okay though.

I've certainly drank more in my life, but all in all, but I hadn't eaten much yesterday and I drank about 1.75 bottles of wine in about 45 minutes. That was dumb.

But yeah. My hangover could have been worse. After forcing myself to eat, drink some water, and work out, I felt normal.

I want to say that this is going to make me reevaluate my drinking. Ideally, I'd like to get down to only drinking moderately once or twice a month, which half a year ago was my norm. It's certainly motivation to drink less, at least less at once.

[kokomity]

━ ━ 5 STAGES OF GRIEF : R. DILUC

... Having run away from mondstadt after the death of his father, diluc ragnvindr returns to the land he once called home in order to fix things back to how they once were while going through his own problems; but how was he supposed to repair things that were so long broken down and torn apart?

spoilers for: dilucs backstory, mentions of death (cw)

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“Oh... You're back,” You say in utter shock as you stare at the man before you now- he had changed, his eyes were more fierce than ever as his red hair was kept in a ponytail- he was back. “I see you're still here...” Diluc, your husband- if you could even call him that- said.

With a deep inhale and a look of seriousness- you confront the man. “Diluc this isn't right... Do you really think you could just disappear for four years and come back like it's normal!” You exclaimed, furious at the audacity for him to waltz back in your home as if he wasn't gone for more than a year.

“... I understand you're mad but please...” He begs, his eyebrows turning down slightly as he pleads with you to let him in. As you were about to reply with a no to him, diluc faints- fortunately you had caught him- though truthfully, he was heavier than what you had expected.

“Adelinde! Please send help! Someone's been- gravely injured,” You yell to the maid who comes to the front door with a pale face as she catches a glimpse of who it is you're carrying.

On Diluc's waist was an injury, his coat and clothes were soaked with blood and rain, the doctors had arrived at the right time and inspected him shortly before taking their leave.

“— and according to them, the doctors, they said that he'll be alright after a week or preferably two weeks of rest.” You calmly tell the maids in front of you as the three of them crowd around diluc in the guest bedroom.

“That's pleasant to hear! And once master diluc is all well and healthy that'll mean you won't be so lonely anymore!” The youngest maid exclaims, overjoyed at the thought of everything finally going back to the way they once were. “Don't be so rude!” “Don't say stuff like that!” The other two maids berated the younger.

As you sigh and dismiss them with a wave you look at the rather depressing sight of diluc laid across the bed, his face was pale; and if you hadn't known any better, you'd have thought he was dead! Archons how frustrating can this man get…

Days and weeks pass by, as staff members were chatting quietly about the recent return of diluc, word spread by fast as people in mondstadt had immediately started gossiping about his return.

The man in question though had just woken up in a stir, he finds himself in an unfamiliar place- he was used to sleeping at different inns which obviously had different room designs; but this one gave him a slight sense of nostalgia until he remembers the previous events.

In a hurry Diluc rushes to fix himself up though with unfortunate luck he finds himself unable to find the original clothes he had been wearing- someone had changed him into a pair of silk and comfortable bedwear.

“Oh Master Diluc you're awake! Goodness... Are you alright?” Adelinde exclaims in utmost joy before turning into a state of worry.

He grumbles and sighs before replying. “Yes I'm fine, there is no need to worry- how long have I been asleep?” He asks.

“Oh my, you've been asleep for a day now.” Adelinde replies in careful thought as she recounts the events- though Diluc doesn't take her response too lightly considering he gives her a panicked face.

“A day? And no one woke me up! I must get going then...” He says, waving the maid goodbye before being stopped by said maid because he was yet to wear proper clothing and have a meal.

With his breakfast and clothes all finished Diluc looks at himself in the mirror, dark circles under his eyes as he sighs. Currently he's wearing an old uniform he used to wear when he was eighteen, one he wore during his time within the knights of favonius— now gives him memories he wishes to erase.

“My... How you've truly changed, I'm more than sure he'll be proud of you.” Adelinde tells Diluc as she finishes fixing him up, now ready to go, Diluc grabs his stuff before heading to the front door where he unknowingly runs into you.

“So you're leaving again after waking up huh?” You say, surprised yet expecting this to happen- this wasn't the first time he's left you after all. Diluc looks at you, speechless as it finally dawns on him that he's always left you, though the consequences of his actions have yet come to his realization.

“I'll return... I promise,” He murmurs before looking away from you and stepping out the door. He has returned to make things better- to fix everything.

Diluc Ragnvindr was a foolish man, a man who lost hope when his father had died; yet here he was, filled with hope that everything would go back to the way it once was. He thinks it's easy for the truth has yet to come to him.

Truth, something people either like or dislike- one people may fear. The truth was that Diluc's father had died, the truth was that he left Mondstadt to suffer with his own grief- the truth was that Diluc was a very selfish man who left you in the dark, all alone.

It was evening by the time he's returned back to the mansion, the lanterns were lit as the stars decorate the night sky with its shining, bright lights. “Welcome back Master Diluc,” One of the maids greet him with a bow as Diluc acknowledges their presence.

“Are they here?” He asks the maid who looks at him in slight confusion before connecting the dots. “Oh! Yes- they've been waiting in the master bedroom I believe,” She replies as she waves farewell to the man before taking her leave.

Walking through the very same walls he grew up in gave Diluc an immense sense of longing in his heart, how could the time go so fast? He remembers just yesterday he was in the knights, making his father proud, whilst his relationship with others were doing fine as well.

To make his father proud- sadness and longing fills Diluc's now empty heart as he nears the master bedroom where he's more than sure where you are. Opening the door, he's greeted by the sight of his- close friend, fallen asleep while sitting down by the chair near the lamp.

He nears you, walking quietly to make sure not to wake you up. He takes the blanket placed above the bed before spreading it out on you. He hesitates- back then, when things were much less complicated, Diluc had a habit of kissing your forehead- he finds himself leaning down before ultimately pulling away. My, how selfish could he be?

Stirring awake at the presence of someone inside the room you open your eyes as the man in front of you stands still for a moment. “... What are you doing here?” You ask, looking at Diluc.

“I always check up on you. It is a husband's-” Diluc gets cut off shortly by you. “But you aren't my husband,” You profusely disagree with his statement.

Diluc looks at you at slight shock and confusion, standing up, you fix yourself before sitting down on the comfort of your bed's mattress. “By law and contract? Perhaps yes- yes we are married; but in terms of relationships- we are strangers Diluc...” You explain as you look at the man.

“Does this have something to do with four years ago?” Diluc asks as he looks at you with furrowed brows. “Plenty...” You reply as you close your eyes and sigh.

“Please... Forgive me, I'm sorry for leaving all those years ago,” He begs desperately, looking at you with regret deep in his heart. He truly was sorry.

“Diluc... It's not your fault- you- we were so young and busy. Our priorities were different, you were too busy taking care of others and mondstadt to worry about yourself and me.” You tell the man standing before you, he's gone quiet and looks at nothing but the ground.

“Where do you think we went wrong?” Diluc asks you, sadness laced in his voice. “I don't know... Maybe from the start we've always been wrong,” You reply.

Being young and in love truly brought greater pain, what once was a future filled with happiness and marriage was now full of despair and loneliness.

From the beginning, even before you and Diluc got arranged to be wed, his heart had always belonged to another; yet there was hope in your heart that someday, one day you and he will live a happy marriage filled with love.

You loved diluc- loved him until you were unable to love. You gave him your heart as he proceeds to give his to another.

For diluc, he had always seen you as a friend, a close one; though it wasn't until he journeyed across teyvat did he soon realize how much more you meant to him.

You and him were in love- just not at the same time. You loved Diluc while he was complete, and Diluc loved you when you were empty of it. Two hearts, married and bound; but was it really meant to be?

Were you and diluc bound a happy ending?

@ryobf69 @blackpearl2324 @ydmc

[bluemusickid]

Ok so I have been this fantasy about Chris Evans lately... the reader and he are friends and Chris has a girlfriend but she’s not satisfying him in the bedroom and you guys get a little tipsy one night and you end up making all his naughty dreams a reality... and there will be lots of dirty talk like, “she can’t make you feel like this... or does her mouth feel as good as my mouth does, etc”... I need you to work your smutty magic on this one! Could be for any of his characters too! Whatever you’d prefer! ❤️

As much as I abhor cheating........this is a sexy one. Thanks for this one, nonnie!!

Pairing:  Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, SMUUT, NSFW, minors DNI, drunk sex, dubcon (if you squint).

A/N: wHEW, this one was a toughie. I wanted to draw the line somewhere lol, but oh well. Hope you like it! MINORS PLS DNI. Not beta’ed, all mistakes are my own. You are responsible for your media consumption. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

This is my entry to my own challenge (lol). The colour I have chosen is red, which symbolises passion, danger, excitement. <3

You took a swig from your bottle, grimacing at the bitter taste, the sight in front of you even more bitter than the drink itself. It would have to be your worst luck that Andy Barber was here at the party, but his girlfriend as well? Killed you.

It was especially worse since you had a humongous crush on him, which didn’t seem to go away, no matter how hard you tried. It was even worse that you had to act normal around him at work, for fear of being mocked or ridiculed by your coworkers.

Andy Barber had completely encompassed your world and was a part of every waking moment. You watched him get tipsier as time passed, dancing around with his friends, his girl not leaving his side even once. If looks could kill, she’d be dead by now.

Deciding that you needed some air, you stepped out, only faltering a bit as the alcohol was steadily making itself known. Trying to light a cigarette, you heard a few voices from the garage. Your good manners were screaming at you not to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help it. The liquid courage was winning over.

“So she doesn’t go down on you?” a voice asked. You raised your eyebrows at the question.

“Uh..” you heard the answering voice sigh, followed by a nervous chuckle. Oh my gosh it was Andy. You waited with bated breath for his answer, not knowing what to expect.

"I mean we're happy with each other, she's a great girl, very kind and she's great with Jacob. But there's just no spark." He trailed off, slurring a bit at the end.

You didn't know what to feel about this little tidbit you heard; your brain was telling you that it was wrong to feel good but your senses, your mind was in jubilation. You scuttled off inside before you were caught, this new piece of information even more intoxicating than the alcohol.

You stumbled your way into a bedroom, trying desperately to find a washroom. Why was this place so goddamn big? You mused, relieving yourself, the earlier conversation playing in your head on loop. Shaking yourself mentally, you realised there was nothing you could do about it.

Stepping out, you nearly fell as you bumped into something, your foot getting caught in the doorframe. Strong arms grab onto your biceps, steadying you as you managed to straighten yourself. You looked up to thank the stranger, instead finding yourself looking into the eyes of your dream man.

"Are you ok?" He muttered, his voice soft against your ears. You inhaled sharply, your core tightening in response.

"I am now that you're here." You rasped, unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. Did you just say that? You had no game, generally.

He chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, innocent coworker?"

Mesmerized, you gaze at him in wonder. "Who said anything about me being innocent? I'm not a goody two shoes, I'm different." He looked at you, mildly amused. "Oh yeah? What makes you different?"

"Well, for starters, I know how to go down on my man." You whispered in his ear, moving past him, your hip brushing against his.

You had no time to register when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, his chest colliding against your back. You gasped, turning around to face him, annoyance etched on his face. “What did you say?” he growled, his breath fanning your face.

Smirking, you ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing the crinkle between his eyebrows. “The walls have ears too, you know.” you murmured, stepping closer to him. The rough material of his pants was grazing your thigh, your core throbbing with need now.

Running a finger down his torso, you stopped at the button of his jeans, looking into his eyes, wanting some reaction. Silently, you softly palmed him through his jeans, revelling in the sharp intake of his breath. You looked up at him, for permission to continue, acceptance slowly seeping into his eyes.

Undoing his zipper, you graze your fingers over his boxers, the tent in his underwear causing your core to clench. 

“Can she get you this hard with just one touch?" You softly whispered, running your nose along his. He closed his eyes, his palms closing into a fist. You could feel him mentally warring with his emotions, his body betraying him.

You entangled your lips with his, tugging on his lower lip, as you pulled down his underwear. "I bet she can't do this."

You ran your tongue in one single strip along his length, the tip of your tongue circling around the tip of his member. He moaned softly, his hands undulating, as he tried to stop himself from burying them into your hair. Grinning salaciously, you said, "Answer me, Andy. Can she?"

He gulped, his mouth thinning into a line. "No." He muttered, through gritted teeth. That's just what you wanted to hear. And so you began your amorous assault, taking him in your mouth till he was buried to the hilt. You swirled your tongue, letting your underside work his length. He groaned, his hands finally making their way into your hair, his resolve now fully broken. Bobbing your head around his length, you could feel him slowly thrusting deeper into your mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder and dropping you unceremoniously onto the bed. Stunned, you were about to retort, but were cut off by his insistent lips. Gathering your wrists in one hand, he tried to tug off your panties, his impatience winning over as he tore them off, the material dangling limply from one of your legs. He circled your nub, his need to be within you ebbing steadily.

Bracing himself on his arms, his fingers locking with yours, he thrust into you in one move, leaving you breathless. His eyes trained onto you, seeing every emotion on your face, spurred him on, as he pounded into you. There was no other way to describe it except frantic coupling. Crossing your ankles, you pushed him deeper, the new angle hitting your front wall, your thighs quivering from the sensory overload. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked thoroughly, like a whore?". You gasped, unable to form coherent thoughts, the depth and intensity in his eyes scaring you a bit. "Drop the act, sweetheart. I've seen you in office, swaying those fuckin' hips, batting your eyelashes. Don't act like you didn't want my cock in your pretty pussy, fucking you till you wept."

His words made you feel ashamed but in the deepest, darkest part of your heart, they turned you on like nothing else. They fed your libido, which was already wound tightly around his manhood. This man had you wound around his pinky, but you didn't mind. If that was the cost you had to pay to make him yours, you would pay it.

Pushing your legs up, he let go of your hands to caress your swollen bud. You screamed as the new position left you seeing stars, your legs nearly losing sensation, a warmth seeping through your body. Your silky walls grasped him tightly, to the point where you became one, as he shouted his release. Pulling out, he panted as he glanced at the sight in front of him; your overstimulated lips swollen and wet, messy from your intermingling fluids. He cleaned you up with a wet washcloth as you dozed, leaving as quietly as he could.

You woke up after some time, your limbs and pussy sore, you relishing the ache. You didn't see Andy anywhere, but you did see your clothes neatly kept in a pile at the foot of the bed. You were just about to reach for them when your phone dinged with a message alert. Bemused, you checked and saw it was from Andy.

"See you in office, sweetheart. P.S. Wear a skirt. Don't be late."

Part 2

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[potatoes-is-are-food]

are you comfortable doing ovipostion? moth jealous shigaraki have my heart ♥️ (if not, its ok) thank u

Am I comfortable? Am I COMFORTABLE???? Nonny I have been waiting for this ask, I’m absolutely thrilled!!! Mothura has a very special place in my monster fucking heart <3

| NSFW, fem reader (no pronouns used although “good girl” is), feat. Is it Mindbreak or Love?(tm)

Leaves crunched under your feet with every step, making you wince at the sound. It added to the fear, causing waves of adrenaline to course through your body. You weren’t sure how long you’d been walking, the battery on your phone slowly draining from your reliance the flashlight to trudge through the darkness. Panic surged through you as it went out, your phone finally dead and entirely useless.

When your car broke down in the middle of nowhere you assumed you could call for help, only to be deterred by the complete lack of signal. Out of options, you’d decided to walk down the road until you could get your phone to work. You didn’t understand how it happened; one second you were walking on the road, and the next you were deep in the woods, hopelessly lost. The sun had fallen shortly after, dropping the temperature and making you painfully aware of how under-dressed you were. And now you had no light, either.

You trembled, stumbling in the dark as you started to sob, completely overwhelmed. You tripped and fell to the ground, your phone slung into the leaves somewhere. You frantically searched, feeling through the leaves and dirt for it. You crumpled, curling into a ball as you started to hyperventilate.

Thunder rolled in the distance, and when you looked up you realized you couldn’t see the stars. It was going to rain on you. You cried harder, trying to take shelter against a tree as the wind whipped at your skin and clothes.

Then, you heard something heavy thud into the leaves not fifteen feet away. Your eyes went wide, darting around futilely as you struggled to see anything in the dark. Leaves and twigs broke, the sounds approaching you as you started to slowly back away. Rain started to fall and the sound of drops hitting the leaves disoriented you further, now unable to tell which direction you should go. You sank slowly to the ground, hoping whatever it was would either overlook you or perceive you as not a threat.

You weren’t sure how, but you knew it was in front of you. Your breath hitched and you clenched your eyes shut, whimpering when you felt breath on your face. You felt something brush your cheek and flinched, trying to curl into a defensive position with your hands up.

“You smell good,” a raspy voice spoke softly, no more than a few centimeters from your face. Too stunned to move, you froze as several hands caressed you, cupping your tear-stained face and stroking your arms. A sickly sweet smell permeated the air, making you lightheaded and dizzy.

“I’ll help you.” You felt his face press into your neck and he inhaled deeply, shuddering as he exhaled against your skin. The hazy feeling intensified, causing an oddly needy feeling to build in your chest. You could feel your self-control slipping away as you fell forward onto him, four strong arms easily supporting you as he rose. He cradled you against his chest, an odd purr sounding in his chest as you snuggled against him, losing consciousness quickly due to the combined exhaustion and stress.

When you woke you were dry, your bare back pressed against a warm chest and something soft covering your otherwise naked body. Your vision was hazy, but as it cleared you noticed it was a gigantic moth wing blanketing you. Two pale arms draped over you, one over your waist and the other resting a hand on your hip.

You were in some kind of makeshift nest surrounded by a random assortment of objects. Forks, old shoes and other articles of clothing, some pairs of glasses, and other things littered the floors and shelves around the room. The space itself looked like part of an old castle or something, made up of stone and dilapidated, no doubt abandoned a long time ago. There were enough gaps in the walls for sunlight to stream in, illuminating everything enough for you to see.

You rolled onto your stomach, turning to face the creature. You nearly gasped, looking into his bright red eyes for the first time. He stared at you intensely, as though unsure of what to do. You felt your face burn, suddenly very aware of your lack of clothes. You brought your knees up to your chest as you sat up in a panic, trying to cover yourself from his very human-like gaze.

“Where am I?” you bunched yourself up tighter, shaking without the warmth of his wing on top of you. His antennae stiffened and he sat up too, leaning closer to you as he spoke.

“Our nest,” he said softly, approaching you cautiously as though you were a wild animal. Under different circumstances you might have laughed at the role reversal, but as is, you were just concerned about the word “our.” He slowly reached out and rested his hand on your arm, lightly stroking your skin.

“Don’t be scared,” he eased forward, “would never hurt mate.” His scent took the same sweet turn it had in the woods, and you relaxed a bit, still covering yourself but allowing him to trail his fingers along your arms and shoulders. Unconsciously you leaned closer, warmth starting to spread throughout your body and pool low in your stomach. His antennae twitched and he leaned his head back, letting his pale blue hair fall behind his shoulders. Before you could stop yourself you were sniffing at his neck, eyes rolling back at the delightful intensity.

He embraced you, pushing your chest against his and stroking your back. You tentatively brushed your lips against his skin, unsure if it was by your own volition or an effect of his scent. The purr he gave you in response made you decide you didn’t care, and you let yourself ease into his touch. He pulled away, looking you over as you crossed your arms over your chest once more and clenched your thighs together. The heat overtaking you made you pant and wish he’d keep holding you. His hand cupped your face for a moment before trailing down, gliding across the skin of your neck and pulling at your arm when he reached it. You did what he wanted, bringing your arms around his neck, only minimally embarrassed when he leered at your breasts.

“So pretty,” he hummed, the sound soothing your nerves. You pressed against him, kissing his lips as his hands roamed your body. He didn’t reciprocate at first, unsure what you were doing. He caught on fast, though, moving his lips against yours softly, his upper set of hands stroking up and down your back while the lower ones gripped gently at your thighs. His movements were hesitant and gentle, like he didn’t know how to touch you. The scent he was putting off only increased in intensity, though, making you squirm. You leaned back, breaking the kiss to look down at your slick-coated thighs. Oh. The druggy sweet scent suddenly made more sense.

“Breed with me,” he breathed, peering down at the mess your leaking cunt was making and nodding to himself as if confirming the command. You nervously watched as cock twitched and grew to full size, the sheer mass of it intimidating enough to briefly make you consider running. One look at his face, now tinged a light pink across his cheeks, had you abandoning all thoughts of leaving. He pushed you back against the nest, hovering over you as he rutted his thick girth against your thighs.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, watching his face as he lined himself up. He met your stare and opened his mouth, unconsciously prompting you to do the same as his saliva dripped down and into it. The taste was sweet like his scent, and you nearly climaxed right then from the overwhelming pleasure ingesting it gave you. Unable to resist, you pulled him closer to drink it from the source as he pressed in, breaching your entrance and stretching you around him.

He buried himself to the hilt inside you, pressing firmly against your cervix and allowing you to pant against his mouth as his tongue flicked uncertainly against yours. A strange feeling overtook you and you came suddenly, head falling back against the nest as convulsions shook your body. The entrance to your womb opened and you could feel lots of small, gelatinous objects flood your insides. It prolonged your orgasm, making you whimper and shake against him as he gave you his eggs. As you started to come down, you registered him cooing softly to you, his organ retracting from your walls.

You went limp under him and he waited as your breathing returned to normal, stroking your face and humming softly. He tried to mimic your kissing, pressing his lips flatly to your skin and intermittently licking your cheeks and lips. You sought out his hand and held it tightly, craving more of his touch.

He gripped your hand, purring excitedly as he readied himself again, swiping his tip against your folds before pressing in. You whined into his mouth as he began to thrust, quickly getting excited and throwing his previous caution to the wind. His hips slammed and ground against yours, thick hair at his base stimulating your clit.

You held onto him tightly, chests pressing together as you came again around him. He shuddered at the feeling of you clamping him so tightly, speeding up as his pace got more and more erratic. His length twitched and he started to leak copious amounts of precum, the excessive amount quickly filling you until it flowed out and created a sticky mess on your skin. Its warmth only served to push you over the edge again, your cunt spasming and creaming as you cried out.

Tears streamed down your face as you came again and again, constantly kept in a state of orgasm from his fluids. He groaned and purred, odd little chirps sounding from his throat as he mercilessly fucked you deeper into his nest, spurred on by your sounds and tears and the incessant clinging of your pussy.

“Good girl,” he panted, nearly thrashing with how violently he took you, “good mate,” he drooled, eyes rolling back as his words devolved into nonsense. If you’d been more coherent you’d have thought it was cute. His antennae twitched and he groaned loudly, slamming himself in as hard and deep as possible as he spilled his seed into your open, already flooded womb. His whole body jerked and then he went limp, still filling you as you milked him with a final orgasm so intense your vision was lost for a moment.

You both trembled, holding each other close as you took shaky breaths. He was still buried deep inside, his overstimulated cock resting soft in the mess he’d made of your innards. Stuck together with sweat and spit and cum, you reciprocated his clinging the best your spent body was able. He slowly peeled his face out of your neck and “kissed” you, pressing his slightly ajar mouth over yours. You took his face in your hands as you returned the gesture, trying to teach him how as your tongues tangled together.

With his soft demeanor returned, he gently slid himself out of you, both of you softly whimpering at the sensitive touch. You pushed back some of his sweat-slicked hair from his forehead and he smiled at you. The sound of his purr and the soft movements of his antennae made you less and less concerned about your car and everything else left behind if you stayed. The scent of his skin and the soft, breathy kisses he gave you added to the insignificance of your life before, until you didn’t care about anything besides him.

Well him, but also the babies you’d give him.

[grxvitye]

magic

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for too long. I'm sorry for the long wait. mentions of natasha is included in here and filth just filth, i also might have gone overboard with this:)

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, top/bottom undertones, oral sex (wanda receiving), hints of voyeurism... think that's it tell me if i missed anything

requested: here. (Its long)

words: 3.1k | marvel masterlist | navigation

you do not have my permission to translate nor to repost my writing on any platform. comments, likes and reblogs are always very much appreciated<3

★☆★☆

When you were a kid, you found yourself always being attracted to magic. Something about it makes you think that it’s not all illusions, that a small fraction of it might actually be true. You went to bookstores spending your whole day looking for books that talked about magic. One morning as you were about to walk in the dining room to eat breakfast, you heard your mom and dad talking about magic. It was totally bizarre hearing them talk about it as they passed the topic like a child’s play. You decided to conceal your presence and listen in. “She’s starting to be more curious about magic Dave, you can’t hide it from her any longer” you heard your mother say. Your father defeatedly replied, “Well then I guess it is time to tell her”. Your father called you up and you stared at them. “Honey come and sit, your father has a lot to tell you” your mother gestured to the seat in the middle of the table. You take your seat and your father begins talking. “Honey, we are sorcerers, magicians, if that’s what you’d like to call it.” You jumped out of your seat with joy “I knew it! That’s the reason why I am so interested in magic!” You were disturbed from your little party when your mother said “we are bringing you to Becker Street, you will be trained by Doctor Stephen Strange ''. You packed your clothes immediately and went to Dr. Strange where you got trained.

Months after training, your control over your power grew. You went out to the training grounds when you saw a man dressed in a jacket, in jeans with long blonde hair angrily talking to Strange. You walk over when he exclaims “where is my brother?”. In a surprised motion he told you to scoot over and opened a portal where a man in black came falling. “ I have been falling! for 30 minutes!” the man angrily says emphasising the last few words. Standing up he faced you “is this y/n?” he goes nearer to you, examining each feature of your pale and soft face. “How does he know my name?” you question Strange with a demanding voice. “I’m sorry where are my manners, Y/n, this is Loki”, he gestures to the man fully dressed in black. “And this is Thor,” he says, gesturing to the man in jeans and jacket. Not caring about them, you question him further, “what are they doing here?”. Loki looks at you and says”we’re here for you darling.” Inhaling deeply Doctor Strange starts speaking “ y/n, they are from the avengers, now that you have full control over your power,you should consider joining them.” You stared at him confused “what is this gonna do for me?” “It can help you grow y/n, I've taught you all the things I have learned.” You sighed obviously defeated “Fine, but it’s only just because you told me to”. You grabbed your suitcase and packed your clothes. “Goodbye y/n i’ll be sure to check up on you” Strange hugs you and you proceed to enter the portal along with Loki and Thor.

You arrive in front of a room with a couple of people in it. You see two redheads, who immediately caught your attention but you dismissed it as soon as it entered your mind. You follow Loki and Thor and you walk towards the huddle of people sitting. “Hi you’re y/n?” the redhead says. Uncomfortable with all the attention that you received you replied “um, yeah hi, i’m y/n”. Another man entered the room with a big grin saying “Hi! Look who’s finally here, I'm Sam!” The rest of the team introduced themselves and you hung out with them for the whole day getting to know each other while exchanging a few laughs within each other. While talking to the team you could feel the intense stares of the two redheads. If looks could burn, it was guaranteed the back of your head would’ve been burned off. You try to shake it away by going to the bar when Natasha comes near you and whispers “you could feel it can’t you?” the way she whispered made you feel shivers running down your spine. Stuttering you replied back “wha-what do you mean?” With a chuckle “stop acting innocent kitten i know you can feel it”. With that she left you alone. You drank your drink and went back to your seat. You could almost swear you could see the room spinning so you excused yourself. “Wait!” you heard a rush exclaim and you turned back to see who it was and it was Wanda. “I’ll lead you to your room, you seem like you’re really drunk”. You grin widely and say “well I don’t normally drink like this, it’s a surprise I even lasted this long”. You both laughed and she laid you on your bed and said “y/n if you need me, my room is right next to yours goodnight!” You didn’t get the chance to respond when your eyes closed and you drift away to a dreamless sleep.

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You wake up the next day with a very terrible hangover. You go down and you see Wanda cooking. “Good morning y/n, help yourself” she hands you a plate filled with food. Grateful that you were given some food, you sat down and started to eat right away. “Hey! slow down you might choke right there” she says while laughing. You abruptly stopped laughing when Natasha entered,she looked at you and Wanda and you could feel a pang of guilt as she looked at you with sadness. “Hey Nat, want some food?” you offered hoping she’d take up on your offer. Your kind smile turned into a frown when she declined your offer, “No thanks” she said and left. “Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today” Tony stated as he entered the room grabbing a glass of water. “That’s goodluck to you y/n you’re training with her today”. You were caught off guard and began coughing, “I'm sorry what? training?”Steve enters the room and answers “yes now go get ready, you’re in for a tough ride”. You rushed to your room and changed into your workout clothes. Grabbing your water bottle you head to the training room and you see Natasha warming up. “Hey” you approach her while putting your water bottle on the table. “Come on and warmup” she replied, not even glancing at you. Confused as to why she was acting like this, you confront her “Hey, what’s wrong?”. “Nothing, just focus on warming up, we're starting soon” she stands up and walks away. Just like she requested, you went back to warming up.

After your warm up, she called you to start your training. You stood in front of her but you couldn’t focus as she was out of her catsuit and she was only wearing a sports bra and leggings, and everytime she breathed her firm breasts hung up and down as well. You didn't notice you we're staring until Nat called you out. “see something you like? come on focus, my eyes are here not down there.” she said with a smirk. You immediately avert your eyes to her face. Stammering you say “im- i’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare”. She laughed, “I'm sure you didn’t” she replied sarcastically. Catching you off guard she wiped her feet under yours causing you to fall flat on your butt with a loud “thwack”. “That’s for staring at my breasts too long” Nat immediately extended her hand to help you up but you didn't accept it you had other plans in mind. You stood up abruptly using your hands and started punching in a non rhythmic pattern. She immediately noticed your pattern and in no time was starting to dodge your punches very easily. She scoffed at your petty attempt and started throwing punches as well. Thankfully you were able to dodge most of her punches, when you didn’t it would end up hitting you harshly square in the face. She gave you no time to recover so all you could do was back up and dodge. You didn’t notice that you were near the wall until you felt it hit your back. Natasha gasped for breath and she was inexplicably close. You could feel her breathing near your neck. She took your hands and pinned them to the wall while roughly kissing your neck. You couldn’t stifle a low moan coming out from your lips. You could feel her smirking to your neck, she separated her lips and looked at you while saying “тебе это нравится, не так ли, котенок” (you like that don’t you kitten?). Unable to speak, you nodded frantically. You could feel a pool of wetness and you tried to hide it by crossing your legs but Natasha swiped her finger over your clothed heat and you couldn't stop but let out a small whimper. She pulled away before things could get more messy than it already is. You let out a small cry of desperation and look at her with plain lust filling your mind. “What?” she questioned you. Running off while grabbing your water you shouted “no , nothing absolutely nothing”

Panting, you opened the door to your room. You collapsed to your bed thinking of how you let Natasha easily get to you and how your core immediately reacted to her. You were interrupted from your thoughts when a knock came to your room, so you quickly threw a blanket over your body. “Come in,” you replied. You saw Wanda with her nose all scrunched up. “We’ve got a mission, it’s Hydra”. Your eyes softened as you recalled what they had done to her. “Suit up and head to the quinjet we’re going in 15” With that she left you. You couldn’t get your mind wrapped around that you had a mission- your mind was filled with lust from the previous incident with Natasha. Without thinking of the consequences, you snaked your hands to your needy core and laughed at how wet it is. Not wasting any time, you inserted your finger to your pussy and gasped at how full you felt. You pinched your nipple and you curled your fingers until you felt your orgasm coming. You released a loud gasp before cumming. You didn’t realize that Wanda didn’t actually walk away from your door and she heard what you had been doing. “What a naughty girl” she walked away smirking to herself.

You got up and wiped yourself up, changed into your suit and went to the quinjet. “I will check the perimeters and Steve and Natasha will stay on ground, while Wanda and Y/n will go in and check for any agents we can question and any casualties.” Tony said. You arrive at the Hydra base and you get off the Quinjet. “Y/n follow my lead I know where to go” you hear Wanda say in a hushed voice. You followed her lead and you went into an underground room when you heard a bunch of footsteps creeping up on you. You turn around and you see an agent with a gun aiming it at Wanda. “Wanda!” You push her to the side and you end up taking the bullet while also using your powers to cast the agent down on the floor. Crouching near your body, Wanda carefully picked you up and ran towards Tony and the others. “Y/n is down she needs help” Wanda said while panting. “Take her to the quinjet we will be right at your back” Natasha replied not taking her focus away from the Hydra Agents she was combating at the moment. Wanda ran towards the quinjet carrying you carefully. You and the others returned to the tower and they brought you to medbay. Bruce immediately checked your wound. “How is she?” Natasha and Wanda asked in sync. “Luckily it’s only a small wound, she’d be up in about 30 minutes, I suggest she train lightly in about 2 hours.” Bruce replied while looking at his watch. After resting you got up and went to your room preparing for light training. You trained with Natasha but she only made you sit for almost the entire duration of training. You could only get a few punches in ”You should take a shower and rest, you're stinky” Natasha told you while laughing. Snickering you replied “shut up Romanoff you’re way stinkier than me” you tease her while making your way out of the gym. While making your way to your room you start wondering where Wanda was, as you had seen her last in medbay. You arrived at your room and prepared your clothes and stripped out your sweaty gym clothes. You took your towel and entered your bathroom when you saw Wanda in your bathtub looking at you smirking. What surprised you was that she was naked- in front of you. You were disturbed from your thoughts when she slowly approached you and you stared at her perfectly shaped breasts hanging freely with her fully erect nipple. “Wha-what are you doing? You asked her as she began closing in on you” You could feel your pussy aching, desperately begging to be touched.

“What do you think?” she kissed your neck forcing a sweet moan to come out from your lips. “You like that hmm?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the hotness pooling in her legs. You could only nod in response. “I asked you a question use your big girl words малютка(baby)” she snarled at you harshly. “Yes I- i love it mommy” you couldn’t stop yourself from calling her mommy and you could feel her smirk against your neck. You started to grind your mound against her legs, desperate for release. You drag her hand towards your pussy, you had to let her know how much you craved her touch. “Jesus Christ” she breathed out. “You’re this wet and I barely even touched you” she mocked you. She broke the contact and you let out a desperate cry. “Patience malysh we’ve got a lot of time to ourselves” she said gesturing to the bed. “Bed. Now” she demanded.

You decided to play with fire and crossed your arms “No.” You see her narrow her eyes at you “Y/n. Bed.Now” you smirked more “make me” She carried you to the bed and laid you down “you’re gonna regret being such a brat” You couldn’t contain an excited wail of what she had planned for you. She placed her hands at your hips and slowly kissed your neck down to your breasts. Her lips quickly wrapped around your needy nipple and a moan escaped from your mouth. “Please mommy, I won’t be a brat ever again just please” you begged. “Hmm? what was that? use your words. I don’t know what you want kitten”. She went back to teasing you, getting dangerously close to your pussy. Bucking your hips, you begged “Please mommy, please, please fuck me.”

She rolled her tongue directly at your pussy and you thought you were going to cum right there and then. She circled her tongue and sucked your clit making you arch your back from the intense pleasure you were feeling. She applied more pressure making you moan out loud grabbing her hair towards your pussy urging her to go harder. You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your pussy, you felt so full. “Just like that o-oh please” you begged. You could almost visualize her smirk when she replied “do you want me to go deeper kitten?” You were so deep into the pleasure that you couldn’t form words properly and nodded instead but unfortunately it wasn’t enough for her. “I want to hear you beg baby.” Stuttering you forced yourself to beg “mommy pl-, please go deeper, please” you let out a long moan when she started to go deeper. “Just like that please just like that” you chanted. A few more thrusts you felt your orgasm nearing and you tried so hard not to cum, you didn’t want to show her that you couldn’t last any longer. “I can feel you trying not to cum kitten, let go” she whispered. That command was enough to let go and soon enough your hips were bucking up and down. That was definitely the most intense orgasm you felt throughout your entire life. You slowly started going down from your high when Wanda started to speed up her movements again, this time, adding a third finger. She combined it with flattening her tongue to your clit and flicking through it. She curled her fingers and that sent you over the edge, this time, screaming her name out loud. She lapped your juices and kissed you. “You taste so good.”

“Sit on my face” you grasp her smooth and milky legs guiding her onto your face. You could sense how eager she is when she immediately propped herself on top of you. You could smell her arousal and you started to tease her by giving slow and wet kisses to the sides of her legs, inching closer and closer to where she truly needed you. “Y/n please stop teasing” wanda slowly croaks out. “Hmm, what was that? What do you need?” you say, making her whine. “Please y/n please, just fuck me right now” she said while toying with her nipples” Satisfied that you successfully made Wanda beg, you began to roll your tongue over to Wanda’s pussy. Arching her back, a throaty moan falls from Wanda’s sweet lips which makes you groan sending jolts towards Wanda’s heat. “Oh my god” wanda exclaims with her eyes rolling back to her head. You groan once more when you finally inserted two fingers just to see how easily it slipped in due to how wet she is. You could feel Wanda tensing around your fingers as you pumped harder and harder aiming to hit her sweet spot. She began to grasp your hair, chanting your name like a prayer. “Y/n.y/n.y/n.” You take it as a sign of her being close, you add another finger into her while pumping twice as hard. She was clenching your fingers, you could tell she was really close. You placed your mouth on her clit, torturing the nub and curling your fingers hitting the spot you've been aiming at perfectly. “Ahhh y/n, fuckk” Wanda moans at the intense pleasure you were giving her. You started to pump slower and slower letting Wanda ride her high. Panting, she laid down beside you “i haven’t cum hard like that” she looked at you smiling. You swell with pride at the confession she gave you. You give her a peck while grabbing the sheets to cover yourselves up.

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sweet

please note: i’m aware this work was on the lovingshinso blog- i am the one who wrote it and posted it there. i am the author and i am sharing it to my new blog here.

pairing: hanta sero x fem reader

warnings: breeding kink (this is literally the plot), squirting, swearing, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, feral sero, eventual pregnancy/pregnant reader at the end, labor and delivery is mentioned one time as written here

word count: 5.1k 

There were some things in life that Sero really enjoyed. He liked to eat bagels with the strawberry cream cheese, and he liked to nap on Sunday afternoons. He really enjoyed when the weather was nice and he could fire up the grill and make something delicious. 

Of course, there were thoughts that he enjoyed too. Being a loved, sought-after hero. Backpacking around the world. Climbing the hero charts. Making a difference. 

One such thought was above the others, though. 

Breeding you. Throwing his pretty wife’s pretty legs over his shoulders and pounding into your little cunny with no thoughts other than to breed, breed, breed. Feeling your cunt stretch around him. Pumping load after load of his seed into your gushing hole, hoping that it’ll take, hoping that soon, you’ll be full and round with his child. 

When this thought crept up on him, a blush normally settled on his ears. It was almost overwhelming to think about- beautiful, yes, but overwhelming. His brain plays the sensations in his head and he has to consciously keep himself calm, take steadying breaths and will his arousal to die down. 

Some nights, though… it festered inside him. Hanta felt his heart clench in his chest when he saw you come out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower. His t-shirt adorned your body, hanging off your frame adorably, the hem just brushing the top of your thighs. You smelled nice, like roses and vanilla- he caught a whiff as you crawled into bed with him. 

How could he not touch you? 

Gently, he tugged you near to him, and you smiled up at him, cuddling into his broad, strong chest. Hanta hummed in content, pressing his nose to your hair and inhaling your alluring shampoo, allowing himself to be caught up in you. 

Your skin was so soft, so smooth, smelled so nice. He wanted to squeeze it so hard it turned white, wanted to grope that soft area on your lower belly that made you mewl. That soft skin, when touched, always made you shiver and whine in the most beautiful way. You’d always shiver, pressing your head against him somehow. Were you showing submission when you did this? Or was it simply a need to be close? He never quite figured that out, but each time you did this, it unleashed something from inside him so possessive, so feral that he had to be careful to prevent it from taking over. 

But maybe he wouldn’t stop it when he bred you. There was a thought. 

What? 

Oh. 

He blinked in surprise, seeing your curious gaze meet his. You were talking to him, expecting an answer. He swallowed hard, chuckling a bit. His ears were red. 

“Sorry, what?” He asked, and you laughed, kissing his lips softly. 

“Didn’t realize you were so tired,” you said, mistaking his spacey behavior for exhaustion and not horny daydreaming, “I asked if you wanted me to bring you lunch tomorrow. You mentioned it was a paperwork day.” 

Hanta loved when you stopped by his agency, he loved when your face lit up when you saw him. He loved knowing that this work was what took care of you both. You didn’t have to work a day in your life if you didn’t want to- but Hanta, of course, never forced you to stay home. He wanted you to have the option to find your dream job anywhere you wanted- and if that job was to stay home and be his adorable little housewife, then so be it. If your dream job was to become a lawyer, so be it. He’d always support you. Always had, always would. 

“Yeah,” he said, smiling brightly at you. “Yeah, that would be nice,” he murmured. 

With that confirmation, you smiled, kissing him again, feeling your eyelids become droopy and your body feel sluggish and warm. Hanta’s arms felt warmer and more secure than any you’d ever been in before and you couldn’t help but want to stay there forever. 

Sleep came to you quickly. It didn’t come as fast for your husband; Hanta stayed awake after he clicked off the bedside light, looking at you sleeping so sweetly in his arms. 

That was the best way he could describe you. Sweet. Sweet in everything you did. You gave sweet kisses, and sweet advice, and you made the sweetest brownies he’d ever had. Your face was sweet… your hands were sweet, looking even sweeter when he put that ring on the left one not so very long ago. You smelled sweet… 

...and he knew you’d look sweet when he had you in a mating press. When he bred you and filled you up with his cum. Your face would be fucked out, red, eyes hazy and unfocused. Maybe you’d even be drooling- he loved when he fucked you that good. And he’d sure as hell do it when he knocked you up- he’d have you creaming on his cock so much, so often, that the only thing in your brain would be the only name falling off your tongue- Hanta. 

A shiver racked through his body. He blinked a few times, taking a deep breath. 

Settling back into the pillows, he pressed his nose against your hair once more, inhaling and smiling softly against your head. He loved you so much. But these thoughts…

Well, if he didn’t breed you soon, they might just drive him crazy. 

-

The next morning was pretty uneventful. Hanta woke up and went to work, kissing you several times, making you squeal and giggle with glee as you handed him a thermos of coffee to drink on his commute to work. When he arrived at his agency, his desk was nearly overflowing with paperwork, which surely would have put a damper on his day had he not known you were coming to see him. 

This knowledge didn’t do much to make the paperwork any less sucky, though. It was tedious. He signed and initialed so many times that he idly wondered if he could get stamps with his signature on them- that would make this whole, boring ordeal a lot easier on the wrist… might take a little less time, too. He wondered if there were any rules against that, and was still pondering this thought when his receptionist called into his office phone; the shrill ring scaring him nearly half to death. 

“Yeah?” He answered after taking a moment to compose himself and ignore the fact that he just shrieked like a twelve year old seeing a very large, menacing bug. 

“Cellophane, you have a visitor,” his receptionist relayed. “Should I send her up?” 

His heart soared. 

“Yeah,” he said, unable to hide the smile in his voice. 

Moments later, you came through the door, a bento box in hand, your bag slung over your shoulder. A blush was on your cheeks. Even after all this time, seeing your handsome husband, Hanta the Hero, made you so excited you felt like you could and would explode. 

A matching blush and smile on his cheeks, Hanta came around the desk and gave you a soft, loving kiss. You tasted like mint bubblegum, the blue kind, not the green kind, and it made him shiver, just slightly, with delight. 

“Hi, handsome!” you said, pulling him back in for another kiss and cupping his face. The cool metal of your rings pressed against his flushed cheek, only making his blush worsen. Sero grinned against your mouth and pulled you closer by your waist, giving you a little squeeze, before pulling away. 

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, gently carding his fingers through your hair and giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “This paperwork has been kicking my ass. So glad you came.” 

You eyed the stack of papers on the desk behind your husband, making a squeamish face before looking up at him with sympathetic eyes. 

“Yeah that looks… like a migraine waiting to happen,” you said. Sero laughed. 

“I know. It is, though. Maybe I should make an intern do it for me,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Scoffing, you batted his chest before quoting one of your and Sero’s closest friends.

“That’s not very heroic!” you scolded playfully before breaking into a fit of giggles. Sero laughed, pulling you in closer and kissing your cheek and neck, over and over, thus making you laugh even more. 

After several moments of kissing and giggling, Hanta stilled and inhaled, smelling that same alluring scent on you that he’d smelled the previous night when you got out of the shower. It was so comforting… if there was ever a time when he was spinning, out of control, losing touch with his surroundings and with what was important or not, that smell… well, he knew that smell would bring him right back. 

The problem was, though, that right now, that very smell was sending his mind spinning again. He had no control over it and his ears were turning pink.

His mind raced. He could take you right here, throw the paperwork aside, lay you out on his desk, press you in half, holding your knees nearly by your ears. The desk would give him such a good angle too, he’d be able to fuck into you as hard as he wanted with no worries of his thrusts being impeded by the soft, plushiness of your bed. All he’d have to do was tell his receptionist to cancel any appointments he had for the afternoon- he couldn’t even remember if he had any at that point- tell her to not permit any calls in… 

All this ran through his hot, overworked brain in about a second, and in that second, he just smelled your hair, being so relaxed and at peace outwardly while he was, inside, raging with uncontrollable arousal. He had to have you. Had to breed you. Breed, breed, breed. 

“Babe,” you said, your voice was quiet, soft. Almost unsure. His heart dropped for a moment, worried that in his haze, he’d somehow spoken or made his thoughts known to you some other way. He pulled back just enough to look at you, tilting his head to the side, willing you to continue. 

You were chewing on your lip so adorably that it hurt his heart and made him yearn to be the one chewing your lip. Your cheeks were redder, but your eyes were looking at him earnestly, almost shining with excitement. Clearly he hadn’t slipped and spoke his thoughts, otherwise you wouldn’t have been looking at him like that… 

“Hm?” he asked, tilting his head, “you look so serious, babe.” 

You smiled a little, looking down, bashful. 

“Yeah… um… so, like...you remember what we were talking about the other day?”

Well...that was vague. The two of you talked about a lot of stuff the other day, and every day before or since. Hanta’s confusion was evident on his face and you shook your head, giggling in spite of yourself, before taking a breath and trying again. 

“Okay… that’s not clear. I meant…” 

Why was this so hard for you to say out loud? Maybe it was because of the way Sero’s brown eyes bore into you, looking intensely, even though he wasn’t necessarily trying to do that. Just looking at you, curiously, wanting to know what was on your mind. Your husband...so caring. So loving. 

“I’m listening, Bonita,” he prodded gently, tucking some hair behind your ear. The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, and you smiled at him. 

“About starting a family,” you said, shy. 

Oh yeah. The conversation that started this whole obsession that was taking over Hanta’s thoughts. You’d been looking on Social Media, on a friend’s profile, cooing over her baby who’d just turned two. And then the conversation...turned. 

“I think it might be a good time to think about it,” you said, turning and looking at Sero with hopeful eyes and pink, blushy cheeks. “You’ve got your agency going...and we’re both still young. Seems to be working in our favor, don’t you think?”

Sero smiled at you, his own cheeks getting red; the tips of his ears were starting to pinken, too. 

“You think so?” he asked, delighted, butterflies in his chest akin to the ones he felt the very first time he’d seen you smile at him. You nodded enthusiastically. 

“I think so! I mean… that’s assuming you want to.” 

You had talked about it before with your husband, but in a passing kind of way. Like, ‘one day we’ll be parents’ and ‘we’ll have to remember that when we have kids’. It was never a fully serious thing, never something that the two of you really thought about or planned out. Until this conversation. Until now. 

“Yeah! Of course I want to,” Hanta said, giving you a kiss. And then, what started off as five simple words, became the source of his current obsession. Of his current need to breed you immediately and upon every surface of every space you’d been in. Five words that seemed totally innocent at the time but immediately had his heart racing, his libido rising, and his gut clenching in arousal. 

“You’ll be a beautiful mommy.”

Presently, Hanta had to consciously swallow to wet his suddenly parched mouth. He grinned at you, that same dazzling, sparkling Hanta Sero grin that made your knees weak and your heart flutter. He leaned in and kissed you, passionately, the lunch you’d brought for him all but forgotten about. 

Inhaling deeply and pulling away, you saw Hanta’s expression had changed. It was darker now, more… needy. He nipped your bottom lip, making you mewl in surprise and lean in closer to him;  his strong arms kept your knees from collapsing. 

“Yeah, I remember,” he told you, voice having noticeably dropped an octave, maybe even two. The change immediately made you blush harder- you were sure you looked like a tomato at this point, but you didn’t care, not when your husband, the only man who’d ever have your heart, looked at you that way.

“I thought,” you murmur, voice sounding softer, like your body would surely be when you carried his child; softer, supple, stretching so beautifully around a stomach full of life, “I thought it would be nice to maybe start trying.” 

Hanta groaned, the words having an obvious effect on him. He pulled you  flush against his chest, roughly kissing against your jaw, nipping every few times to make you positively melt in his arms. You felt the need waft off him in waves- it was hot and potent, almost making you dizzy as you felt his unquestionable want, his need, to breed you. 

He opened his mouth to answer you, when at the exact moment, his office phone rang again, causing you both to flinch in surprise; thankfully, he didn’t shriek this time. That would have changed the mood. 

But he still sighed heavily, swallowing hard, before opening his eyes and giving you an easy smirk. He’d been brought out of whatever trance you’d put him in, it seemed. 

“I hate that damn thing,” he muttered, casting a disparaging glance at the phone.

-

He answered the call from his receptionist, and soon, you were on your way home. Hanta gave you many kisses and hugs for the road, leaving you feeling well loved and excited to see him that evening. 

But further, the entire visit left you...curious. You’d never seen Hanta act so...possessive. Almost… you couldn’t think of the right word. The way he kissed you, though. How dark his eyes had gotten. The way you felt your husband’s need roll off of him in the heaviest way you’d never experienced before. 

Your mind rolled the interaction over and over, prodding and playing and questioning and wondering. 

Certainly, you knew you wanted a family with him. Hanta would be an excellent father and you never doubted that for a second, never for a moment. Excitement tingled in your chest- this was a huge decision, of course, but it was one you knew you wanted. Based on his behavior back at his office, and the behavior he’d been displaying before, you could tell your husband was pretty into the idea as well. 

A familiar heat settled into your stomach, burning embers of arousal keeping you just warm enough to notice, but not yet scalding enough to make you squirm. 

That, like you, like your husband, would come later. 

-

It was an understatement to say that Sero was distracted for the rest of his afternoon. He likely wouldn’t have been able to hit the floor with his helmet, even if he was trying to. His brain whirled in excitement, spun in arousal and possibilities. It was maddening, dizzying. He couldn’t tell which way was up anymore, but that didn’t matter. He didn’t need to know which way was up to know he was the luckiest man in the world. 

Not only was he your husband, but he was going to be the father of your child, too. 

Sero never considered himself to be the fatherly type- not really, at least. He’d never discounted it either, but then… well. Then he met you, and his entire life changed.

When he first saw your eyes, your smile… heard you giggle… he knew without a doubt he wanted to be your husband, wanted to be your man. He wanted to hold you every night and wake up to you, bed head and morning breath, every morning. 

And the more time he spent with you, the more he knew he wanted to be a father. He wanted to be the father to your children, he wanted you to be the mother of his babies. 

And the time, finally, blessedly, was here. 

-

Dinner was an interesting affair that night. You couldn’t have been more spaced out while making it… you were only semi-sure that you’d included all the correct ingredients in all the proper amounts. It didn’t taste awful, so that was a good indication; you still would not have put it past yourself to mix up two spices, or forget something altogether only to add an unneeded ingredient. 

Sero didn’t complain, though, not that he ever did. But he looked distracted. His cheeks were permanently rosey, it seemed, and he kept looking at you, only to shyly look down when you met his gaze. It was cute, really, like you two were kids trying to figure out your feelings for one another for the first time. 

There wasn’t much conversation. Little broken bits of sentences passed between the two of you. Small laughs and hums filled the rest of the otherwise quiet atmosphere and semi-regular sounds of silverware scraping plates. 

After about half an hour, and after you both had managed to eat about half of what was on your plate, he finally spoke. 

“I don’t know why I feel so nervous,” he said with a shy, almost bashful laugh, cheeks blooming a brighter red. 

“I feel it too. I feel like a virgin,” you told him, to which he reached across the table and took your hand.

“I’m sure you were a cute virgin,” he teased with an affectionate squeeze, and you laughed out loudly, maybe a little more harshly than you intended with your shotty nerves. This only made Sero’s expression toward you soften even more. 

“Gee, thanks,” you said, leaning in, closing the gap between you and kissing him. The kiss came easily enough; you were pros at this point. 

“Should we… y’know?” Hanta asked, lips mere millimeters from yours, breath fanning across your flushed face. Another giggle left your lips, but this one was more high-pitched and nervous. 

“Yeah,” you said. You swore you saw the same apprehension mirrored in Hanta’s eyes, but he quickly stood and scooped you up before carrying you, bridal-style, to the bedroom. 

The walk there seemed to take ages. You were horny, that dull warmth from your walk home had turned into quite the all-encompassing heat, but your hands felt clammy and cold and were fidgety. 

You hadn’t been lying; you really did feel like you were a virgin. Like you’d never been fucked stupid by the man holding you. 

It was an exciting thing. A scary thing. An exhausting thing. But it was the start of your adventure, the greatest one you’d take, and it was with your loving, attentive husband. 

As you approached your room, Hanta’s body seemed to relax a bit, almost as if passing the threshold made this whole thing easier for him now that he was in an extra safe, comforting space. 

As he laid you on the bed, on your back, you didn’t see apprehension in his eyes anymore. They were dark now, nearly black, and just one look alone had your heart racing. The butterflies in your stomach were now the size of watermelons and it felt like there was no way, no reasonable way at all, for them to avoid bursting your stomach, but they never did. Somehow. Heat which didn’t exist before radiated between your bodies, and you were taken back to that same feeling that washed over you when you visited him earlier. Your cheeks flushed and you felt...submissive. Needy. Helpless. 

Hanta started rubbing his hands all over your pretty little body, rubbing your sides as he hovered over you, gazing down lovingly at your form through those dark eyes. One hand slid up under your shirt, fingertips gently grazing over your soft belly, the action and the intimacy giving you goosebumps. 

“Love you,” you whispered, looking at him with starry eyes, and he smiled back at you. 

“Love you too,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you, “and I’m gonna fuck you full.”

-

The shivers in your body hadn’t subsided once you both were stripped down. You weren’t cold; there was no shortage of heat between you and your husband’s bodies- it was the thrill of it all. The knowledge that you were going to be bred by such a handsome, capable man. It drove you wild. His touches drove you wild. You wanted to jump his bones, but you were stuck, on your back against the comforter, with Hanta kissing down, down, down… 

Then, your legs were over his shoulders and he was lapping hungrily at your already sopping cunt. Long, broad strokes up and down your lips before he spread your folds open with his fingers. You heard his sharp intake of breath, though this was something he’d seen many times before. 

Your cunt, pink and pretty, like a tiny rosebud, was breathtaking. Awe-inspiring. Delicious. Hanta leaned forward as you held your breath in anticipation, eventually exhaling with a tiny whine as he licked through your folds with practiced movements. His tongue felt like heaven. He knew exactly what to do, how to swirl his tongue, how to lap at your hardening clit. And there was no room for teasing tonight, not as far as Hanta was concerned. He wanted you to cum as many times as he could. 

The first orgasm came quickly; his constant sucking and lapping at your clit, coupled with harsh, efficient swipes to the bud with his thumb, had you cumming in mere minutes. If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you were sure Hanta would have teased you about making you cum in a new record time. 

Pleasure pumped through every artery, every vein of your body. You felt warm and floaty, but Sero didn’t stop. Of course he didn’t. He was nowhere near done with you. 

A finger breached your hole, pressing inside up to his knuckle with ease. You mewled at the sensation, the slight burning, the overwhelming goodness of being so full. 

“Ffff…” you huffed out, cheeks red, squeezing your eyes shut as your toes curled in response to Hanta moving his finger into and out of you at a nearly agonizingly slow pace. 

Then, he added another. And a third. Three fingers pumping you open, scissoring inside you, curling to hit that little spot within your spongy walls that made you moan and cry and see stars. 

Sero looked like he was possessed. His head was bowed between your legs, watching your cunt suck his fingers in, feeling in delight the fact that you didn’t seem to want to let his fingers out. His eyes were dark, too. His cheeks were flushed. There was so much tension in his body- he held it in his shoulders, in his hips, in his hands...and most especially in his cock, throbbing with need, bobbing heavily between his legs. 

Your second orgasm washed over you without much fanfare, though it did feel incredibly good, making your toes curl so hard that you almost felt the muscles in your feet cramp in protest. Almost. 

And then, Sero was sitting up and your legs were falling off of his shoulders. His hands rubbed soft, soothing circles into the soft, flushed flesh of your thighs, and he smiled at you so softly that it nearly made you cry. Your husband. 

“Ready?” His voice was soft, surprisingly so, considering how rough he looked and how red his cock was. You nodded, smiling, feeling anxious nerves bubble up in your stomach and make your chest feel fuzzy, like soda. 

“We’re gonna do it,” you said, voice hoarse from your whimpers. “We’re gonna be parents.” 

A silent, intimate moment passed between the two of you; a moment in which eternity spread out before you. You could both see it; a child, growing in your womb, slowly at first, but then quicker than you could ever imagine. You envisioned a nursery, one with soft green curtains and a big, white crib with a soft, pastel baby blanket hanging over the side. Labor and delivery flashed through both your minds, but then, the warm, imagined feeling of seeing your child for the first time. It made both of your chests expand with a love so strong that it nearly consumed the both of you. You surmised, though, that actually seeing your child, in your arms, would be a much stronger event. 

Then, like a reel of film, you saw your child growing up. Learning to talk. Walking. Running. Playing, laughing, growing. Breaking your hearts and making them stronger at the same time. Developing a quirk, maybe, but developing a passion, definitely. Knowing how loved they were by mommy and daddy, knowing that they had a safe place to call home. School. Graduation. The real world. Weddings. 

It all stretched between you and Hanta, like the vast expanse of an unexplored journey; the greatest and most terrifying and exhilarating and challenging of all. 

This all happened within a second, but you both felt it. You saw the same things, you experienced the same feelings. Hanta’s eyes, still dark, but now brimming with emotion, stared into yours, and he touched your cheek. 

“Yeah,” he confirmed softly, with a nod. “Yeah, babe. It’s always been you.”  

-

First. Your legs wrapped tightly around Hanta’s waist, resting on the dimples of his lower back as he drove himself into you with practiced, hard thrusts. His hands dug into your hips, his thumbs pressing on that soft skin on your lower belly. You mewled at his presses on such a  delicate area. Your first orgasm with him inside you was like being submerged in a warm bath. It was slow, almost, not frenzied, and at this point, it was relatively calm. Sero’s orgasm followed suit. 

Second. Your left leg is up over Hanta’s shoulder, the right one pinned to the bed with his left hand. His wedding ring glints in the lowlights of your room as he fucks you, this time with more vigor. Maybe it’s the different position, maybe it’s the harder thrusts, maybe it’s the fact that you’ve already cum three times and he doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon, but everything feels amplified. Every swipe of his thumb over your puffy clit. Every drag of his thick, beautiful cock against your sensitive, gummy walls. Every squeeze to your thigh… 

Every look that you shared. Hanta’s eyes were even darker now, darker than they’d been earlier that day at his agency. More needy, almost feral. Your second orgasm with him inside you wasn’t as pleasant. It was hot now, not just warm, and sparks of overstimulation shocked you as your body jerked, almost convulsing as the pleasure tore out of you. Hanta came with a grunt of your name, his voice now so deep and gravelly that he sounded feral. 

Third. Hanta was feral now. His hair stuck out in a million different directions, his pupils were completely blown. Breed, breed, breed. He held your thighs down to the bed, on either side of you, your knees pressed down on the mattress in close proximity to your ears. 

Breed, breed, breed. Tears streamed down your flushed face, and you were babbling nonsense, mostly of your husband’s name and broken little whines.The headboard smacked the wall, the sound reverberating through the room as Hanta thrusted with his entire body weight into your aching, sloppy cunt. He growled, primeval in his need to fill you up- it was no longer a want. He needed to breed you. He’d simply go crazy if he couldn’t. 

Your third orgasm felt like an atomic bomb went off within your walls. Arousal gushed forward as you squirted, your entire cunt clenching violently, milking Hanta’s throbbing cock for all it was worth, painfully so, in your sensitivity. You cried out, sobbing, nails clawing at your husband’s bare back and arms. But he continued to fuck into you recklessly. The drywall behind the bed cracked. The bedframe groaned. A feral growl unlike anything you’d ever heard came from your husband as he came, driving his hips and his seed further and further into your womb. 

Breed, breed, breed. 

-

The day was sunny and clear. A warm breeze fluttered in through your open kitchen window, rustling the curtains and wafting the delicious smells from the stove throughout your home. A soft smile pulled at your face as you stirred and seasoned as needed- baby corn. Baby carrots. Baby back ribs. 

Of course, there was a theme. 

Hanta came home, calling for you, and your heart soared, fluttering in your chest and settling down into your belly.

“I’m in here babe,” you replied, turning, and picking up a small box. 

The box itself was nothing remarkable. It was yellow, small, and rectangular- like the kind of box one would put a necklace inside of, but this one held something more precious than a necklace. 

This box held your future. 

Inside, nestled in with sea green tissue paper, was a pregnancy test. The first pregnancy test you’d taken that showed those two sacred, life-changing, little pink lines.