#this made me cry i was laughing so hard i hope yall enjoy

[anotherknifeinmyhands]

[harrystylesfan2686]

Pieces Part 3

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: the aftermath of the break up has different effects on both, Azriel and Reader.

A/N: yall I'm sick🥲 the updates might be late but I'll try to post as much as possible. Hope you like this one!

Pieces Masterlist

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It's been one month.

One month of Healing.

When azriel left, I told myself that I will not contact him until I'm ready. Doesn't matter how much I'm missing him or wanting him. I will not talk to him until I know I won't take him back the second I see him again.

I gave myself two days. Two days to sulk all I wanted. I spent the whole time crying and feeling miserable about myself. Before Az left at least, I wasn't by myself. At least I saw him once a day.

Now? Nothing.

I am totally alone. His absence hit me Hard. Everything I saw, almost brought me to my knees.

The kitchen where we would make dinner together, laughing and joking with each other that many times ended with us covered in flour and syrup.

The couch where we would sit cuddling and talking until we fell asleep, always waking up with strained muscles.

His office where he would sit on his chair in front of his desk, writing out reports and whatnot while I sit in his armchair reading my book. Just enjoying each others company and occasionally taking breaks to make out on the very deck, and then some.

After those dreadful days though, I called Feyre and Mor and had a very much needed girls night. We took out a wine bottle and I spilled everything to them. My mind was too drunk to think my feelings about Elain might offend Feyre but she genuinely felt sad for me and embarrassed about her sister. The poor girl even apologised to my about Elain's behavior to which I immediately told her it wasn't her fault.

When I told them how lonely it got being alone in a big house like this, they suggested maybe I should get a job or something to keep my mind distracted and promised that they'll visit me often. So I did juat that.

I found a part time job at a local library. I have to admit, I'm really enjoying it. I'm the second assistant to the sweetest lady, Hilda, who owns the shop. I don't do much, just help her in small things like adjusting books on self or helping in shipping books out or in. Layla, the first assistant, handles most of the work around the shop. My job is basically doing what she asks of me. The salary isn't much but I don't care because it's never been about money.

The first week was very hard. Everyday after I came home, the silence felt like a slap on the face, reminding me of everything I lost.

But, slowly, I became comfortable with it. Now it's doesn't hurt me as it did before.

There were many times when I think of Azriel, tears filled my eyes, but I never let them free. I sucked them in and did anything else that didn't made me cry, like taking baths, baking my favorite chocolate brownies, reading in front of the fire place while drinking hot coco or calling my friends to take me shopping.

And as time went. I started to heal. I started to feel good, happier with myself. And without even realizing it, I started to love myself.

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Azriel

It's been one month.

One month of regretting everything I did to my mate.

I've spent my whole month sulking in this room, crying and regretting everytime I chose Elain over my wife. I haven't slept at all since I came here, just enough to keep me functioning. My appetite is gone. I don't eat unless Rhys come and force feeds me like I'm some baby.

I told Rhysand and Cassian everything the first morning i stayed here. Which earned me a flick to head by Cassian and a very disappointed look from Rhys. Even though they didn't give me any scolding(which I very much deserved), the flick and expression said enough.

Rhys has refrained me of any work, handling it himself or having someone else do it. While I have been sitting around here and hating myself. It seems like even my mind has declared itself an enemy, showing me memories of everytime I dismissed Y/N and hurt her in any way at most random times, cutting a deeper cut in my heart everytime.

"Hey Az, I was thinking if we could go out for dinner tonight? There is this new amazing restaurant I saw while walking near Sidra. I really want to try it." She told me as I put on my coat, ready to go.

"I can't, I have a mission for today. Rhys told me it's important so I can't skip. We'll go some other time. Okay?"

"Ok."

I could hear the excitement in her voice when she asked me and the hurt when I rejected her and promised to go another time. The time never came. She never asked again. And I never noticed.

"Az, are you awake?" She whispers in the dead of night. Both of us sleeping on the bed. My back to her, hoping to fall asleep quickly because I have early training tomorrow.

Cassian is spending time with Nesta more, so Rhys has told me to go to an illyrian camp to check how things are going. I have to wake and go there early to catch them off guard to see what's truly going on.

I can't do that if Y/N doesn't let me sleep.

I didn't answer her that night, hoping if i dont respond, she'll think im asleep and doesnt call me again. She really didnt call me again. I prioritized my sleep over her. Her voice sounded so small. She needed me. And I didn't care.

"So, I saw a really cute baby in garden today and..." I drone out her babbling and try to quickly I can get out of here, I promised Elain to help in her garden today. She'll be disappointed if I show up late.

"Az? You're listening to me right?" She suddenly questions, I clear my throat and answer a small, of course, she nods and takes a deep breath, not saying anything anymore. I sign in relief of the silence.

I put my head in my hands and tug hard on my hair, wanting to feel hurt, hurt the kind that she clearly felt and I didn't care.

I hate myself more and more as memories flash through my mind. I can't even cry at this point. I wished she'd hit me when we fought. Slaped and paunched some sense into me. I don't blame her at all for not talking to me. Gods, I wouldn't even blame her if she left me. I deserve it.

How do I fix this?

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[lanareadsbooks]

I don’t understand us

This is part two to “I’m confused about us” tho it can be read alone,

Tags: fem!reader oral(f) receiving, spanking as punishment, crying reader, no real spoilers to the show, mean!billy, no use of y/n (I can’t do it! 😭) also this is kinda short but I’m writing two other stories rn. (Also this is not proofread)hope yall enjoy!

I’m still… confused about us. You thought as the cowboy bellow you ate you out like a starving man. But as good as it felt you couldn’t help thinking about how much your ass hurt since he had just smacked the shit out of it.

Your relationship with Billy made you torn. One second he was absolutely mean to you, pulling you over his knee for doing literally nothing. didn’t fold your panties? that did it. Didn’t do your homework right? That did it. Cussing when you stumped your toe? That fucking did it,

Sometimes it made you mad how he acted “is he not man enough to just ask me to be with him?” You thought, no he’s probably the manliest man I know. Than what is it?

Knock knock knock.

You heard as Billy hit your door, he usually just opens it but yesterday he walked in on you changing, he blushed so hard, you laughed thinking about that moment. Yes? You said as you opened your door. I’ve got to go out tomorrow so I won’t be back till early morning. You sighed internally. Billy was always going out at random times. But I guess that’s better than him having a real job and being gone every day.

The first time he went out he told you

“Don’t even think about sneaking out because I will know about it” he said dominantly. You laughed it off thinking there was no way he could actually find out about it. You didn’t go far. You actually just went down to the edge of the fence like 10ft from the house and pet the horses. Sometimes you wonder why the horses were always coming and going. Never seeing the same one more than twice usually.

But of course, the minute he got home he came up to your room. Hey when did you get back- you tried to ask but were cut off.

As he grabbed your face, not harshly enough to hurt you but it wasn’t pleasant. Why can’t you just listen?! He said with a bite in his tone.

I told you to stay inside. But no. only good girls listen. Your a bad one. ain’t cha? He said, letting go of your face. His words brought tears to your eyes. While your still defiantly a ‘’brat’’ as billy calls it. Sometimes your just not in the mood to have someone upset with you.

You sigh. Looking him in the eyes. Billy I-ugh its not a big deal. I was basically 5 ft from the house.you said sighing. Not a big deal? Little girl.

I decide what’s a big deal or not. He said darkly. And I say you disobeyed me. And since you did that you earned your self a good longgg spanking. He said with a condescending smile on his face.

I- billy your so damn mean, you said slightly pouting. Mean? Oh honey, ill show you mean. He said in a scary dark tone.

And boy did he. He made you sob over his lap by using your hairbrush. When you first started crying you heard him laughing. Above you. Is this his idea of fun? Making me cry? You asked yourself. The thought of it made you mad. So you rebelliously kicked your feet, something you had never done before. This… did not make things better for you. He just started smacking your ass a bit harder.

When it was finally over he gently picked you up and put you on your bed. You were still sobbing because your bottom hurt. And you were still upset billy had laughed at you. The whole spanking thing was embarrassing enough without him laughing at you. (you were also incredibly wet)

You had turned away from him as he sat on your bed. Usually billy tried to console you a little bit. Even though he wasn’t very good at it.

But you shrugged his hand off when he placed it on your shoulder. Stop that honey. He said in a much sweeter tone than before.

No go away. you said ,your voice muffled by the fact that you had your face shoved in your pillow. Sweetheart non of this would happen if you would just obey me. I shouldn’t hav to obey you! You said shooting up from your spot on the bed. You don lemme do nothing. You said with a slight lisp in your voice from crying so hard. I- I can’t even go outside. You said in a whisper. Ugh honey. Everything I do is to protect you. I’m not exactly a loved man around these parts, and I and can’t have anyone thinking they should use you to get to me. Ok? He asked.

You sighed, ok .you agreed. But quickly turned back over into the pillow giving the illusion you were still upset at him.

Now girl. He said in a laughing tone. What is it gon take for you to forgive me?

And that’s how we ended up here. With you grinding your face down on his nose like there’s no tomorrow. He didn’t mind, he defiantly didn’t mind

But you still didn’t understand your relationship. Some nights he had his face buried deep in your cunt, and sometimes he scolded you like a child or yanked you over his knee if you upset him. I don’t understand us. But oh well.

Ok that’s part two! I really like writing for billy but I really want to write for my true love. ✨Finnick✨ I’ve been in love with his character since we first saw him. Tho I write him kinda ooc and like to go a darker route so be prepared for that lol. But comment if y’all want anything else to be added into the next part. Love y’all! #-lanawrites<3

[myoddessy]

I’ve just found you from whoetoshaw’s blog and WOW! I love your blog! 💞

🎀 anything with Freezy?! Maybe like a reunion/rekindling type-thing from back then to now? Like friends who were shipped back then and date now? I hope that makes sense 🥲 Xx

aww, thank you!! I was waiting for a prompt like this 😭 I hope you like it!

September 2016.

January 2017.

liked by calfreezy, wroetoshaw, joeygraceffa, and 872,519 others

yourusername Through My Eyes 2016 out now. So much has changed for me over the past year, I (finally) got my own place, I've met so many new people, and we hit 5 million subscribers!! Thank you all so much for all you've supported me through this year, and let's hope for an equally amazing TME of 2017! 💞💞

ynfan4 Oh I've been waiting for the highlight of my year!!

taliamar Good to see my festival feature is still the best part of the video. So proud of you girl ❤️

ynxcal4ever At 14.52 when it's just Y/n and Cal in their kitchen for the last time before she moved out and they remade the first ever thing they cooked together 😭😭 I'm so emotional right now

calfreezy I would say I had a glow up but after watching this I realised that I've always been mindblowingly attractive

yourusername The real reason I had to move out was because your big head was leaving dents in the wall anymore and I didn't want to feel like I was living with two Harrys xoxo 😘😘

wroetoshaw Oi! What did I do?

yourusername Broke my LED mirror by throwing a controller at it.

sdmnsundayz Y/n is a Saint for putting up with them.

January 2020.

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yourusername Through My Eyes 2019 is out now. Enjoy a year of travel across the world and the family who kept me strong through all of it. Thank you all for every line we've crossed and every milestone we hit this year, I love you all so so much 💘💘

calfreezy This is my favourite one out of all of them

yourusername Is it because you're in pretty much every frame?

calfreezy Obviously

freyanightingale Ibiza you will always be famous!

taliamar We need to go back ASAP

yourusername Opening scene to the next tme planned? I think so

ynslover 'Cal and Y/n' this, 'Y/n and the girls' that, yes it's cute but can we take a moment to appreciate how STUNNING she looked in this video???

ynfreezy LITERALLY. Like shes always been stunning but something in the foreign air made her a literal goddess it's not even funny

calsfreezys the bi panic was panicking HARD

taliaxynxfreya Currently crying over the fact that Y/n and Cal were together in most of the shots

w2minter There's no way they're not together.

January 2023.

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yourusername through my eyes 2022, you are my soul. despite me saying this every time I post one of these videos, I mean it now more than ever. from hitting 25 MILLION subscribers (what???), to hosting interviews at the MET gala, to truly falling in love, thank you to you all, and thank you to the universe for guiding me to where I am now. I truly cannot put my gratitude into words 💞💞💞

faithlouisak beautiful girl, beautiful video, beautiful vibe. the best part of every year xx ❤️❤️

yourusername love u more than words can describe ❤️

calfreezy I guess the amount of clips of you laughing makes up for the lack of me

calfreezy barely, though

calfreezy I better be heavily featured in the next one

yourusername I'll make a whole video dedicated to you if that's what you want

ynfan124 how do his tantrums work on you 😭

yourusername I've learned through many years that its better to just give him what he wants

mintertalia Y/N SOFT LAUNCHING???? this is a make or break for the cal and y/n shippers

yn2s yall still exist? give in, it's been years, if they were going to reveal something then they would've done it by now

mintertalia bro stfu you're a ship account for two people who've called each other siblings 😭

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yourusername @calfreezy satisfied?

YNXCAL NO FUXKING WAY

ynslover YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THIS ON US QUEEN

calfreezy it'll do

yourusername what if I broke up with you

calfreezy you'd miss me too much

taliamar cuties!!

freyanightingale what happened to soft launching it? 🤣

yourusername got bored, felt like causing drama

[mumuugi]

hey! could i request a mika x fem reader where he overstims her and only realizes it after she says the safeword :( and immediately comforts her? perhaps some fluffy aftercare ~

if you don’t want to do this request then dw! have a great day and thanks for the great fics you’ve already written :)

୭ 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗲𝗱.

୨୧ pairings : mika kagehira x fem! reader

୨୧ cw : overstimulation, praising, pet names, slight teasing

mika just loves you so much that he didn’t realize that he went a bit overboard for your liking..

୨୧ a/n : yet another request done.. i am trying to finish all of them as soon as possible bc i feel so BAD for keeping yall waiting for it.. this smut is a bit on the shorter side but i still hope you guys enjoy it ^_^

“mmh, you’re doing so good for me, princess..”

mika’s voice made your body jolt up from him along with the pleasure you’re recieving. the sweet, melodic voice of his rings in your ears as you silently hope for more of his praises. mika noticed how your body reflexes whenever he starts praising you and he couldn’t help but crave for it more—

“my my, you like that, didn’t you? i can see it from your face~” he teased, face grinning wide as his hand moves the vibrator at your clit even faster, edging you closer to your high. you choked a whine, feeling too weak from the pleasure he’s giving you.

you tried to come up with a reply to know that you’re enjoying it as much as he does, though your brain couldn’t come up with a reply even if you wanted to

the vibration felt a bit more intense now, meaning that you were close to your orgasm. you panted, with drool running down your lips, whining out mika’s name as if it were a prayer— begging for him to make you cum. mika went down to your ear and licks the shell of it, humming contendly as he watches you squirm above him

“go on doll, cum for me”

he hushed, lips now trailing downwards to your neck as he leaves peppered kisses along your neck, heightening your sensitivity. you came down on him with a loud cry, eyes rolling to the back from the stimulation as he continues on with the vibration against your soaked cunt, overstimulating you

“come on love, just one more for me— you can do it, can you?” mika groaned out, eyes locked onto your dumbfounded face and licked his lips, clearly enthralled by your features contorting into all sorts of expressions from the stimulation

you couldn’t take it anymore. your moans pitched in volume a bit too much towards your liking, thighs trembling against his as you sobbed out his name, begging for him to stop this painful sensation you’re feeling until you remembered the safeword and instantly screamed out—

“ribbon! r-ribbon! ple-eease m-mika, can’t take it anym-moree”

mika finally snapped, insantly turning off the vibrator and tossed it to the side of the bed, hands reaching out to cup your glistening face in his as he examines your features. you looked so exhausted, his features changed from being overrided with lust to genuinely worried

“a-are you okay? i-i’m so sorry that i went too hard on you i d-didn’t mean to..” he asked, tone laced with fear and worry towards your condition but you let out a laugh, easing him a bit as your hands traced over his gently “i’m fine, don’t worry.. it was just a bit too much for me, that’s all..” you spoke softly, hearing that reply just helped to sooth his heart a bit yet still murmured small apologies into your neck

you both rested for awhile, mika on the other hand helped to soothe your body a bit with a gentle massage, easing you through the slight strain your body has from the position you were in. once he’s all done, he offered you a warm bath together, wash off all the musky scent and stickiness from you both which you gladly accept

soon enough, both of you got too tired to even do anything else afterwards so you went to rest on the couch, just to fall asleep on his lap as he smiled at your figure, hand coming up to stroke your head with care, feeling like he’s lovestruck once again and whispered—

“sleep well, doll.. and thank you, for accepting me in your life..”

m me when mika.. he is so sweet that you can’t even get mad at him for unintentionally overstimulating you!! :( so please don’t break his heart guys.. sob

[reapers-lover]

A/N: Hey yall I'm back with a lovely request ti got the other day and finally finished! It isn't much but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump! Much love, and enjoy!

Eugene sledge x reader

Warnings: Rascism, soft smut, public smut, no mention of protections but smut is very short

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After the war, once Eugene made it home, he could hardly wait to see his girlfriend , y/n, again. And as he got out of the train, his face lit up. There they were, his best friends, Sidney and Y/n waiting to take him home.

☆☆☆

A few months later, Eugene and Y/n are lying down in the field behind his parents' house. It's quiet until Y/n speaks up. 

“Why are you with me, Eugene?”

Eugene freezes and turns to look at her. “What do you mean, Y/n? I love you,” he reaches his hand out to comb his fingers through her hair.

Y/n turns away from him. 

“Why me, Eugene? There are so many gorgeous girls around here. And I hear all the whispers from them on the streets. I can hear them say how they can't believe you would fall in love with someone like me. Do you know how hard it is to know that there are so many pretty blue-eyed blondies that you could eventually marry? I'm not welcome in this town Eugene… And they make it very clear.”

Eugene had been silently crying since Y/n had started talking. He reaches out again and, this time, is able to pull her into his chest. As they cry together, Eugene speaks up.

“They can all go to hell, ok darling? I love you Y/n and only you. I don't want to date one of those blue-eyed blondies because I have you. Look at me love,” Eugene lifts her chin with a finger. “I love you. I love your gorgeous black hair and your brown eyes. And I hope that when we have kids one day, they look just like you. You are the most beautiful woman I know, Y/n. And,” Eugene, sit up and get on a knee. “ I don't have a ring yet, but you make me the happiest man in the world. Will you please marry me Y/n?”

Y/n nods her head and tackles Eugene into a hug, making him fall into the grass. Eugene Laughs then brings her into a kiss. This quick kiss turns into more quick kisses… then longer kisses… and before they knew it, Eugene was hovering over y/n.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down, ok?” Y/n nodded and let him enter her. Y/n winces when she feels the sharp stretch of him entering her. However, the pain eventually turns to pleasure as he bottoms out inside of her. 

Eugene listens to the sounds of the crickets and cicadas chirping as he makes love to the most beautiful girl he knows. And when they are done, he snuggles up next to her and lays there in the grass until morning.

[12timetraveler]

The Music Of The Night

A Fleeting Moment

Summary:

Hosea and reader spend a sweet night in camp.

Notes:

Yall I miss dancing. I miss it so much. I was never like a ✨dancer✨ but I took Social Dance for two years in high school and I loved it so much. I miss just dancing with people.

Also I've been very, VERY stressed recently. So this is really just a therapeutic piece for me. Just relaxing and dancing with Hosea.

Hope y'all enjoy.

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Music echoed across camp as Javier plucked at his guitar strings. The sun had just dipped below the mountains, and the world was purple and calm. Crickets chirped, an owl hooted from a nearby tree, somewhere below Horseshoe Overlook a fox yipped. A simple, relaxed early summer evening.

Your campmates were taking advantage of the nice evening, gathering around the campfire or under one of the canopies, chatting and laughing and singing along. Abigail was watching Jack as he followed a few stray fireflies around camp. Dutch was reading his book and puffing on a nice cigar.

Everyone else had set down their chores long ago, even Susan. But you were still working. There was so much to be done, it seemed like a waste to stop. Camp was still getting back on its feet after the Blackwater mess. So you'd started doing an inventory check for Pearson, taking stock of what you still needed to get after losing so much.

It was easy enough, and you hummed quietly to yourself as you sat in Pearson's wagon and checked crate after crate of supplies, writing down your findings in the back of your journal, using a single lantern to see what you were doing.

"Dove?" A familiar voice cut through your focus. You turned to the back of the wagon to see Hosea poking his head around the canvas, searching for you through the mass of crates. "There you are," he hummed. "What are you doing? Everyone else is done working for the day,"

"I know. But I started this and I'd rather just finish it," you shrugged, scribbling down in your journal

Canned peas, three cans.

You'd definitely need more of those.

"I'm sure you can do that tomorrow," Hosea tried to coax you out of the wagon. "Come on. Come join us out here."

"In a bit," you assured him. "Just as soon as I finish..."

"Dove," he cut you off, his voice a little more firm. You looked back up at him, and his face softened. You could see the worry written on his features. "You do not have to single-handedly keep this camp running. Even Susan works less than you've been,"

You sighed and set down your journal, looking down at your lap. "I just..." You weren't sure how to explain it. The way you'd been so on edge recently, so anxious. You knew Hosea had noticed, but you'd shrugged your sweetheart off any time he tried to bring it off. But you were scared. You couldn't relax, could hardly sleep, so worried about... Well about everything. Money and food and where would you all be in a few months and how would you take care of the weaker members of the gang.

So you worked yourself hard, trying to do something, anything to ease the panic you felt constantly. It distracted you, and temporarily made you feel better because at least you were doing something.

Fortunately Hosea didn't need you to explain. Of course he didn't. He knew you better than you knew yourself. He knew before you did that your monthly cycle was starting, knew when you were about to fall sick. He could tell when you needed a cry, needed a laugh, needed to get out for a bit, all before you'd figured it out for yourself.

"I know," he murmured. "I know. Come dance with me," his hand stretched out toward you.

"Dance?" You said, caught off guard.

"Yes. Dance. You know, that thing people do where they move their bodies along to music," he teased.

"Yes I know what dancing is, thank you," you sassed him. You glanced back at the crates of supplies, then down to your journal, then back to Hosea. "I really should finish,"

"Please, dove," Hosea cooed. "For me,"

Damn him. He knew you could never say no when he asked you like that. You sighed and closed your journal, setting it aside before carefully scooting out of the wagon. You took Hosea's outstretched hand, letting him help you out of the wagon.

"Thank you," he murmured, grabbing your waist with his free hand so he could tug you close and kiss you. You would have been very happy to stay right there and kiss him until you went to bed, but Hosea was on a mission, and he would not be swayed.

"Come on. Let's dance," he said, stepping back and leading you around to the main fire. The group of folks that had been sitting there had mostly dispersed, except for Javier who sat on his bedroll strumming idly on his guitar.

Hosea led you to the open spot of grass just past the logs and chairs around the campfire, guiding you until you were chest to chest. Your free hand automatically came up to his shoulder, fingers trailing along the base of his neck. Your other hand stayed locked in his while his free hand settled in the center of your back.

"Javier, if you please," Hosea called, giving a little half bow to the musician. Javier smiled, seeming to know exactly what Hosea wanted. Maybe they'd planned this ahead of time. Or maybe Javier simply understood what was happening. You weren't quite sure. But either way Javier flashed you a grin and began plucking a new song, something soft and romantic.

Hosea led you in a simple little dance, something akin to a waltz, but a bit lazy. The footwork didn't matter to either of you. This wasn't about being fancy, it was about being together.

Your eyes were locked on each other, hazel gaze seeming to see to your very soul. Hosea was good like that. He could always read people easily, but you were his favorite book. He knew you cover to cover, and he always seemed able to see right into your heart.

"It'll be okay," he murmured, only loud enough for you to hear.

You could only nod, leaning forward to rest your cheek against his. You just wanted to be close to him, wanted to feel his breathing in your ear and his heartbeat against yours. Hosea sighed and his grip on your waist tightened, keeping you close as the two of you moved to the music.

You weren't sure what magic Hosea possessed, but just being near him could ease your troubled mind. As each moment passed you found yourself relaxing more and more, moving to the rhythm of Javier's song with ease.

"I've gotcha, dove," he mumbled in your ear. You hummed, nodding against him slightly before pulling back so you could meet his gaze. You weren't surprised to find his eyes ready to meet yours.

"I love you," you whispered.

"I love you too," he sighed.

The two of you danced in silence for a moment, just letting the music and the peaceful atmosphere wrap around you, getting lost in the moment. Your eyes were locked on each kther. Javier had likely reached the end of the song a while back, but he just started it over, adding in little riffs to keep the song interesting as he kept playing.

"You're so beautiful, dove," Hosea murmured. "Like a piece of stardust planted on the earth, just for me,"

"Just for you," you affirmed.

You weren't sure how long the two of you danced. It felt like hours, though you're sure Javier would have stopped playing at some point if it had really been hours.

But the two of you danced for quite a while, just holding each other, whispering little compliments and sweet nothings in each other's ear from time to time.

It was the calmest you'd felt in weeks. So relaxed, like Hosea had guided you back down to earth and grounded you there.

When you finally did stop dancing, Hosea pulled you in for a kiss. Javier strummed one last chord on his guitar before setting his guitar aside and standing up.

Hosea broke the kiss and you both turned your heads toward Javier. He gave you a smile and a little wave.

"Thank you, Javier," Hosea said. "Your playing was beautiful."

"You're welcome," Javier said, stepping around the campfire and heading toward the stew pot. "Have a good night, you two,"

"Come on," Hosea murmured, gently tugging you to follow him over to the main fire. "We may be done dancing, but I'm not done holding you,"

With a grunt Hosea sat down in the dirt, back resting against the log. Still holding your hand he guided you to come sit between his legs. It took a moment for the two of you to get settled as you shifted your skirts and Hosea adjusted how he sat against the log.

Finally settled, Hosea wrapped his arms around your stomach, pulling you to lean back against him. The two of you nestled together like puzzle pieces.

The two of you flipped back and forth between idle conversation and comfortable silence. Sarcastic quips and quiet kisses.

For the most part the rest of camp left you alone, seeing that you just needed some quiet time together. Others came to sit by the fire and held conversations with each other, but didn't try to drag either of you into their shenanigans.

You stayed up later than you meant to that night, long after most of the others had retired to bed. You were too comfortable there by the fire, content to listen to the music of the night.

The crickets and the campfire. The breeze and the trees. Your beloved's breathing and the steady beating of his heart. Together the instruments composed the finest song you'd ever heard.

[bbina]

I was not prepared for last chapter user bbina 😭😭😭😭😭 also omzzz Seok got a girlie 🤭🤭🤭 ngl this is the best work I've read till this date frr like usually if the story gets to detailed i start losing interest and sometimes the slow updates too (but i understand that cuz we're human🫂) but BTL had me invested since the v beginning till the end everyday i used to wait eagerly for the next chapter 😭😭 it's a bit sad that it has ended 😭😭 thinking about all the plots by anons : the love triangle, tgat one anon thinking 💊 had a part where yn dies and also i still laugh at how quickly bbinaverse turned against yn when she made Binnie cry we were ready to k word her and even mentally prepared for a whole new character as Binnie's new partner 😭omg as much as I'm excited for the future work of yours I'm srs gonna miss BTL era sm it'll always be v close to my heart🩷 thank you so much user bbina for giving my precious ynbin an interesting love life 🤪😭 ilysm thank you for working hard

SEOK GOT CUFFED 😭 WONBIN IS FREE FROM HIS CHAINS OF BEING TORMENTED!! ITS EUNSEOK'S TURN TO FEEL WONBIN'S WRATH!!!! jk

thank you so much for sticking around til the end!!! usually people start to leave once the climax hits and no one rlly sticks around for the ending but THANK YOU FOR PUSHING THROUGH AND INVESTED IN BTL!! HOPE UR TIME WASN'T WASTED!!!!

god the 299792 different canon endings because of our tenants creativity 😭 y'all are so fucking funny the pill and wave poll rlly did a number on everyone after yn literally broke wonbin's heart 😭 UNITED WE STAND FOR PARK WONBIN!!!!! lowkey was preparing an ending where yn didn't end up with nobody at all bc everyone HATED yn so bad 😭 yall acted like it wasn't a self insert fic but yn is a whole entity 😭

thank you so much for reading!!!!!! i'm truly am so grateful for the readers who took their time of day to read and keep up with btl 🥹 fruits of labor tbh... like i wish i can tell u all about how i plotted btl from the start AAHHHH i really am so happy you guys enjoyed it the way i enjoyed every process of making it!!!

[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: Tipsy visits

Bonten x Reader | 1.7k+ words

Warnings: humor, implied consumption of alcohol, smut, cringe(?), foul language, not edited, no beta, grammar/spelling mistakes, Sanzu and Rindou being Sanzu and Rindou .-. have your age in your blogs visible

A/N: I felt bad about leaving just like that so.. 🥺🤲🏻 here are crumbs of my love for yall. It’s not much, but it’s what I can do 🥺💕😔 last update for a while (tbh, I hope not) *crying* I like to suffer in silence. (for the ppl that saw the drama yesterday IM SO SORRY)

Late-night study sessions were common for you, specifically if you waited awake for Mikey to come home. A loud bang coming from the entrance’s door startled you. It's 2 in the morning, who could it be? You thought. Not wanting to be unprotected in case it was something ‘else,’ you fastly grabbed the nearest object, a rolled newspaper.

Walking towards the door, you also pulled your phone and had Kakucho’s number on speed dial; after all, he lived the closest to you. “Who’s there?!” you shouted, “My boyfriend is really scary! I'm warning you!” Suddenly the door opened, and you screamed as you delivering a blow with the newspaper to whoever stood there. A groan followed by a thud and a boisterous laugh surprised you. “Rindou? Sanzu? What are you two doing here?” then your eyes fell upon the fallen pinknette holding his reddening forehead, “Oh my god! Sanzu! I’m sorry!” you kneeled beside him, cheeking his forehead as Rindou leaned forward, still laughing at Sanzu’s misfortune.

“So, who’s the scary boyfriend?” the younger Haitani managed to say in between chuckles, “is it me?”

“No,” you huffed, “that’s Takeomi,” you were trying to get Sanzu to show you his forehead; he had a death grip on it. “Sanzu, please, let me see it,” you moved closer, and that's when you smelled the alcohol on him. Those two were drunk. That explains how you were able to knock down Bonten’s number two with a newspaper. “You two went drinking? What are you doing here?” You tiredly repeated the same early question but this time with a different intention. And now that you think about it, the bang was probably these two trying to use the spare key each Bonten member has to your place.

“Oh, about that, we were thinking about you,” lazy blue eyes stared at you as a hand began to climb up your arm. You shuddered at the ghostly touches from Sanzu.

“Yeah,” agreed Rindou, “we were discussing some things, and we have a very important question for you, little lamb,” his purple eyes shone with mischief.

-

“No,” You deadpanned, “you two are delirious; let's go to bed.” After helping Sanzu up and making some coffee for them, you sat them on your couch. Then Rindou asked that stupid question, and you couldn't believe your ears.

“It’s not that hard to answer; just tell us who has-” you made a throaty sound indicating your unwillingness to continue that conversation. Sanzu smiled at the sight of your heating cheeks.

“Sanzu’s right, come on, little lamb,” Rindou pulled you towards him; you tried to stand your ground, but it was useless. Once you moved a bit closer, his hands held your waist and made you straddle him. His lips wasted no time to find your neck, hands now under your clothes; Rindou was trying a different method to pull out the answer from you.

“Just say the name. How about that?” Sanzu offered as he enjoyed the little show you two were making.

“Ran,” you let out.

Both men froze. “My brother?” Rindou asked, with his head resting on your shoulder.

“No, I’m gonna call Ran and have him deal with you two.” you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, “I refuse to answer that question.” you really didn't want to; besides, it's not like you have an actual answer to... that...

“You’re not calling anyone,” Sanzu dragged you from Rindou’s lap towards the center of the couch. You still faced the younger Haitani, who didn't waste any time in assaulting your lips. Sanzu took the opportunity to work his way under your pajama top; his hands cupped your chest from behind—fondling, rubbing your perked nipples in between his fingers. Small sounds scaped your lips only to be consumed by Rindou’s mouth.

The three of you were an entanglement of limbs and hands pulling at each other clothes. Without uttering a single word, Rindou hoisted you up and made his way to your bedroom, Sanzu not far behind, you three left a trail of shirts, pants, and undergarments on the floor. As soon as your back hit the cotton sheets, your body was at their mercy.

Sanzu now covered your mouth with his, tugging your tongue out so he could play with it as much as he wanted. Rindou, who had patiently waited for Sanzu to initiate the foreplay this time, began spreading wet kisses on your inner thighs; you fisted purple strands in your hand, yearning for the younger haitani’s touch on your wet center. But a thought crossed your mind, “h-hold on! Rin! Rindou!” you parted from Sanzu as you closed your legs. “Let me freshen up a little,” before any of them could comprehend what happened, you flew to the bathroom.

“Y/N!!” groaned Rindou.

You didn't think you stayed in the bathroom that long... Because according to you, you were in and out. But apparently, you really did take your time. Sanzu and Rindou were snoring on the bed. You didn't mind that they fell asleep; the only problem was that you still felt all hot and bothered.

You thought about finishing by yourself, but you knew the rules. Not touching yourself. That phrase resonated in your head. Mikey had made it very clear.

“There’s only one rule, okay, doe?” how could you forget with the way he expressed it. “No touching yourself here,” he pressed a fingertip on your clothed core, “you have all of us ready to please you at any moment.”

So with a trembling hand, you pressed the green circle on your phone. After two beeps, a rough voice picked up. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but, hmm, Could you-” you didn't know how to say it, and it was killing you.

“What is it, baby?” You whimpered; your brain automatically shifted as soon as you heard his voice on the phone calling you baby. “Oh? Does my girl needs me?” you nodded, forgetting for a second that he couldn't see you. “Come on, use your words,”

“I need you! So bad!” you whined, “it hurts,” you moaned. You could hear movement from the other end of the call, dangling keys and doors slamming, one after the other.

“Where does is it hurt, baby?” you heard the roar of a vehicle. “Is it my pretty pussy?” you moaned and felt slick pooling in your panties, “hold on, I’ll be right there.”

-

At breakfast, you narrated your nightly adventures to the rest of Bonten in between spoons of milk and cereal. Of course, omitting the last few hours.

“And what was the question?” Asked Kokonoi, not really interested in whatever those two rascals had managed to think with their brainpower combined. But he liked to hear your voice.

“Who was the best dick,” you rolled your eyes at the memory of their so-called serious question. But a series of events followed that statement of yours. Kokonoi and Takeomi choked on their morning drinks, Kakucho dropped his cup, Mikey stopped munching on his red bean soup, and Ran stopped reading the newspaper and thought about his decision of letting his brother hang out with Sanzu. Anyhow, the seed of doubt and curiosity has been rooted.

“And what did you say?” Kokonoi, now pretending indifference, asked. Unknown to you, all eyes and ears were on you.

“Nothing, what was I suppose to say?” You simply answered, not giving too much thought as you searched for marshmallows in your cereal; you made a mental note to thank Mochi for the imported American cereals. “Why is it a leprechaun? Isn't it Irish? Why American?” But your innocent question wasn't heard.

Two figures drowsily strode in, “Say who has the best cock, little lamb,” you jumped at Rindou’s morning voice.

“No! Why me?” You knew that could lead to a touchy subject since there have been various disagreements about their past women, and you didn't want to aboard that topic just yet.

“Because you’re the only one who has tried all calibers in this room,” a chuckling sanzu spoke this time.

Taking your bowl in hand, you stood up. “Yah, that's it! I'm leaving! I have class! I’m not answering that nonsense!” with heated cheeks, you hurried your way to the door, and lucky for you, Mochi was just arriving. You pulled his arm as you told him he was taking you to your class today.

Meanwhile, in the apartment.

“I bet it's me,” sanzu wasn't having any other answer.

“Shut up, Sanzu; it’s me,” Rindou pushed the pinknette.

“Y/N wouldn't shut up about-” began Kokonoi

“No, not in breakfast. Besides, it’s me,” Mikey's eyes were on his now cold bowl of red bean soup.

“That’s not what Y/N said two nights ago,” confidently said Takeomi

“Takeomi, no.” huffed Ran, “I am the-”

“We all know who’s Y/N’s favorite, and that is for a reason,” Kakucho interrupted the older Haitani as he smugly strolled towards the trash with his cup in pieces. “Sanzu, Rindou. Who do you think she called after you two fell asleep,” A bunch of boos and a variety of colorful vocabulary rained on Kakucho.

If Kakucho only knew that he didn't hold that title anymore, since mochi had propelled himself to first place in your heart with only American cereals.

Fun facts:

Since Bonten “imports” different kinds of goods as a screen for their real business, they asked what Y/N wanted, and because of y/n, they have been importing a variety of American snacks lately.

Mochi and Y/N's relationship is platonic. More like best friend/father-daughter relationship. He cares and worries about her and about Bonten breaking the poor girl. Sometimes I like to think he draws the line for some of them.

Kokonoi tends to have more silly fights with Y/N than the rest. He wants to ask Y/N why she didn't call him.

Mikey has a habit of eating Japanese snacks every time he has to eat normal food. What he ate in this chapter is called Zenzai and is served hot. (Hot Red bean).

Kakucho lives pretty close to Y/N. He could even walk there tbh. (check Short Stories: An uncertain future).

Y/N won't tell anyone how sanzu and rindou left her high and dry. If the other executives found out about that... Let's just say that’s not good for them. Kaku knows, but he’s being nice since, thanks to that, he got to spend time with Y/N.

[poppywrites41]

Forever and Ever (MTA Pt. 3) Eren Jaeger x Fem Reader

Hello, my lovely Poppies! I am back with the third and final part of More Than Anything!! I literally cried/laughed/wanted to throw myself away so much while writing it lmaoooo! But I had so much fun with this three-part fic, and I hope you all enjoy this last installment! Let me know what you guys think! Yes, I kept the same photo bc i vibe with it for this last chapter.

SPOILERS FOR AOT ENDING

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, language, shower sex, mentions of titan fucking, slight dumbification, FEELINGS! LOTS OF FEELINGS!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan nor the characters, nor this concept of Eren returning (I just came up with it since i saw no one else do it. if yall wanna make ur own fics of him returning, be my guest!).

Masterlist

Previous

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eren leaned down and gave the beautiful woman beneath him a slow and passionate kiss. Y/N gave out a long sigh of content as their tongues danced with each other in perfect rhythm. Eren’s hands wandered her sides, grabbing and kneading her flesh, earning moans from the woman.

“You haven’t changed a bit Y/N,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip.

“Well, I am technically five years older than you now,” the woman snorted.

Eren chuckled, “No you’re not.”

Y/N raised a brow, “Uh, yeah I am. You look the same as you did before.”

Eren shook his head, “Did you seriously not notice that I grew a bit?”

“So what? Did Ymir pump you up with an air pump before she sent you back?” Y/N laughed.

“She molded my body out of clay, Y/N,” Eren scoffed, “That’s how she made my body to send my ‘soul’ into. Physically, I’m your age.”

“Okay, but what about mentally? You still 19?”

“Aren’t I already acting like a mature man? I think I’ve got this whole ‘dad’ thing down pretty well.”

“You’ve been back, for what? Half a day, and you already have parenting down?”

“Of course!” Eren said, “How hard is it? Ian loves me!”

“Yes, but he’s five, Eren. Do you think you can handle a newborn?”

Eren shrugs, “How hard can it be?”

Y/N laughed, “Alright, Eren. I’m leaving the next one in your care to test you.”

“Great!” Eren said with a smirk, “Let’s start now.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now.” Eren said, trailing his lips down her neck as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, “Ian’s sound asleep. We can take it as slow as we want.”

Y/N let out a soft moan once Eren latched his mouth on her breast, his hand twisting her nipple on her other.

“I can’t wait for these to be full of your milk,” Eren hummed as he switched to her other breast, giving her a lick that sent shivers down her spine, “Can’t wait to drink from you…”

“E-Eren~” Y/N whimpered.

“Shhhhh~ Gotta keep your voice down or you’ll wake him,” Eren whispered.

“Eren-”

“Mommyyyyy!” a voice cried outside their door, jolting the adults out of their trance.

Eren hissed as he jumped off Y/N, who was scrambling to button her shirt back up.

“He sure has good timing…” Eren muttered quietly.

“Oh hush!” Y/N hissed, “He’s a child Eren! Welcome to parenting, where we rarely get time to ourselves. You better get used to this while it lasts. With a baby, you don’t even get sleep.”

Eren groaned, flopping down on the bed.

“You sure you want another kid now?” Y/N asked as she hurried to the door where their son was crying.

“Of course!” Eren said.

“Then don’t complain,” Y/N said as she opened the door to reveal their son, holding a teddy of a horse, tears streaming down their face.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Y/N cooed as she knelt to wipe his tears.

“M-Mo-Mommy!” he wailed as he hugged her, wiping his tears and snot on her shirt, “I-I h-had a dream that D-Daddy came b-back…b-but he left!”

Eren sat up on the bed as he watched Ian break down in his mother’s arms. It made his heart swell knowing that his son was already so attached to him, even though he only just met him hours ago. He got up from the bed, walked over to the pair, and knelt.

“Hey Ian,” he said as he rubbed the boy's head, “I’m still here.”

The child looked up at the man with red eyes. “S-Still here?” he questioned, putting a hand on top of Eren’s as if to make sure he was really in front of him.

“Still here,” Eren reassured.

“N-Not g-gonna leave?” the boy sniffed.

“Never,” Eren said with a smile.

The boy tore himself from his mother and wrapped his small arms around Eren, whimpering into his shirt.

“Ian, why don’t you sleep with us?” Y/N suggested, “Just so you can make sure Daddy is still here in the morning?”

The boy nodded enthusiastically into his father’s chest, not daring to let go.

“Okay baby. Why don’t you go get into the bed while daddy and I go get into our pajamas?”

The boy nodded and ran to the bed, quickly climbing up and plopping himself right in the middle, snuggling himself into the blankets.

Y/N grabbed Eren’s hand and led him to the bathroom, “Come on.”

Y/N walked into the closet to grab her sleep shorts and shirt, pausing to realize she had no clothes for Eren.

“I can just sleep in my pants,” Eren suggested as he tied his hair up into yet another perfect messy bun.

“Okay,” Y/N said as she turned to him, “We’ll get you some clothes tomorrow-”

“What?” Eren asked when he finished what he was doing with his hair, noticing her glare.

“You still need to teach me how to do a messy bun.” She grumbled as she changed.

“Oh. Well, I don’t really have a technique…” he said as he admired her body, “I just put it up. I don’t care how it looks.”

“Of course!” Y/N chuckled, “You’re just so good at everything you do.”

“Exactly!” Eren said as he took off his shirt. Now it was Y/N’s turn to admire him. He was right. He was bigger than when she last saw him five years ago, and his physique made her mouth water. Eren caught her ogling at him and smirked.

“You wanna…”

“Absolutely not!”

“Not even a quick one?”

“No, Eren!” Y/N hissed, “Ian is on the other side of that wall, fearing that you will be gone when he wakes up. Control yourself and maybe tomorrow we can while he’s at school. If we have time after our errands.”

Eren groans, “You’d better prepare yourself then sweetheart. Because I will not be holding back~”

Y/N hums, “I hope you won’t~”

“Will this happen a lot?”

“Will what happen a lot?”

“Ian sleeping in our bed.”

“Probably. He did it a lot until he was about four and a half. Then he decided that he could sleep by himself. But now that you’re here, he might slip back into that. Don’t worry, he’ll probably start sleeping in his room once he feels comfortable knowing that you’re staying. But don’t get used to it when he stops, a baby-”

“Yeah yeah, the baby will be with us all the time.”

“Exactly.” Y/N said, grabbing his hand, “Let’s go. He needs to go to bed now.”

“Yes ma’am.” Eren saluted, earning a laugh from Y/N.

Ian’s smile brightened when he saw his parents enter the room, hand in hand.

“Daddy, your hair looks so cool!”

Eren chuckled as he slipped under the covers next to his son, “Thanks, buddy!”

“Alright boys,” Y/N said, slipping into the bed on the other side of Ian and reaching over to turn off the lamp, “time for bed.”

“Wait!” Ian said, sitting upright, “What about goodnight kisses?”

“Oh! How could I forget!” Y/N said, matching her son's posture.

“Goodnight kisses?”

“Yeah!” Ian said with a smile, “Mommy and I will teach you!”

Ian climbed into Y/N’s lap, facing her, “Watch closely Daddy!”

Eren nodded to his son with a smile.

“First, we do Eskimo kisses!” Ian said as he and Y/N rub their noses together with big smiles on their faces. Eren chuckled at Ian’s excitement.

“Then, we kiss our foreheads! Me first!”

Y/N angled her head down for Ian to kiss her forehead, then she kissed his. Ian then turned to his father with a big smile, “That’s our goodnight kisses! Now you try Daddy!”

“Alright, come over here,” Eren said.

Ian crawled into his father’s lap.

“What’s first?” the little boy said.

“Eskimo kisses,” Eren replied, leaning in, and rubbing noses with his son, earning giggles from the boy. He glanced over at Y/N who was giving a big smile at them.

“Forehead kisses!” Ian said. Eren leaned down, letting Ian kiss his forehead, and then kissed his son.

“Mommy and Daddy’s turn!”

“Can I kiss her on the lips?” Eren asked.

“Ew! No!” the boy exclaimed, “It has to be the forehead!”

Eren pouted at his son, earning a laugh from Y/N.

“Can he kiss me on the lips after?” Y/N inquired. The boy thought about it for a second.

“Fine! But I’m hiding under the covers!”

The adults chuckled at the boy's disgust for kissing on the lips. Ian watched with a smile as Y/N and Eren rubbed noses, each wearing a big smile, then kissing each other’s foreheads.

“Time to go under, Ian,” Eren said with a smirk.

“Wait!” Ian said as he dove under the covers, “Now go!”

Eren chuckled as he placed his lips on Y/N’s, giving her a quick and loud smooch, making sure to add a ‘muah’ at the end of it.

“Ew!” Ian exclaimed.

“Oh, come on buddy!” Eren laughed, “It’s not that bad! You’ll understand when you find someone you like.”

“Never!” Ian said, peeking his head out to make sure his parents were separated, “Kissing is nasty. Too many germs!”

Y/N laughed, “Alright! Time for bed!”

“Goodnight, Mommy! Goodnight, Daddy!”

“Goodnight!” both adults say as they wrap their arms around each other, Ian snuggled contently in between them, drifting off to sleep.

What Eren didn’t expect was to wake up halfway off the bed in the morning. He looked over to see Ian taking up almost the entirety of his side, limbs sprawled out, and Y/N sleeping peacefully on her side.

“This is normal.” Eren huffed as he got out of bed, careful to not wake the other two, and left to the bathroom to shower. As the warm water ran down his back, he thought of what the future would hold for him. He could no longer see the future, now that the titan curse has been broken, and it scared him a little. Was there still conflict between Paradis and Marley? Will another war break out? How will the people of Paradis react to him returning? Will they hate him? Fear him? Will Y/N and Ian be safe?

“Mind if I join?”

Eren looked up to see Y/N, naked, and stepping into the shower, closing the glass door behind her.

“Well, you’re already here,” Eren chuckled, turning back to wet his hair. He felt Y/N’s arms wrap around him, her breasts pushed against his back, fingers drawing circles on his toned abdomen.

“I should really thank Ymir…” she hummed.

“For what?”

“Making you look so sexy~” she purred.

Eren chuckled.

“What were you thinking about?” Y/N asked, planting a kiss against his skin.

“What do you mean?”

“You were standing under the water doing nothing, Eren. I know that’s when you’re thinking.”

Eren sighed, “I was just thinking about the future…”

“Like?” Y/N asked as she poured some shampoo in her hand, handing him the bottle.

“Like if Marley and Paradis are still in conflict, how people will react to me being back…if you and Ian will be safe…”

“Well,” Y/N huffed as she rubbed the shampoo into her hair, Eren copying her, “There is some minor conflict between Paradise and Marley. It’s only been five years, but Historia and the others are working hard to work with the Marleyan government to bring peace.”

“The others?” Eren questions, moving to let Y/N rinse her hair.

“Yeah. Me, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Reiner, Annie, Connie and Pieck. We’re her diplomatic ambassadors. Well, more Armin, Connie, Reiner and Pieck. Historia let Me, Annie, Mikasa, and Jean have more time off because of their kids.”

“What about the Captain?”

“You know he’s never had a thing for diplomacy.” Y/N chuckles, grabbing the conditioner and letting Eren have his turn under the water, “He was more about killing titans as well as keeping you and Zeke in check.”

“What does he do now?”

“He owns a tea shop in Marley and here.”

“How does he run the one in Marley?” Eren asked as Y/N poured some conditioner in his hand, switching places with her.

“Gabi and Falco are running that one. Onyankopon helps from time to time.” Y/N said, rinsing the conditioner out of her hair.

“How did he get them to work for him?”

Y/N chuckled, pushing Eren back under the water, “I don’t know honestly. All I know is that they offered to help… As for what happens here with you being back, I think we’ll be fine. Historia might want to make an announcement about it, so we will probably need to be there for it, and you might have to say something about not coming back to kill us all.”

“But I didn’t do anything to anyone on the island!”

“Eren, almost everyone on the island drank Zeke’s spinal fluid wine. When he roared, they all became titans, and everyone had to kill them all. Not only that, but you also destroyed the walls, allowing the colossals to trample the city. You did take lives, whether you intended to or not.”

Eren rubbed the back of his head in shame, “Well when you put it like that you make me sound like…”

“A devil.” Y/N finishes. She looked up at Eren and sees the shame on his face.

“Hey,” she said, cupping his cheeks as she plants a kiss on his lips, “Everything will be fine. We will be fine. Baby steps. We’ll figure this out. We’re not alone. Everyone else is going to help us.”

Eren nodded and rested his head on her shoulders, both standing in their embrace, letting the warm water run down their bodies.

“Historia’s expecting her third soon!” Y/N said, trying to change the subject. Eren reels back with wide eyes.

“A third?”

Y/N nodded.

“With the same guy?”

“Yep.”

“I thought she didn’t like him?”

“They’ve gotten along better since then. They’re happy. I can tell she still misses Ymir from time to time.”

“What’s the second one?”

“A boy.”

Eren hummed, fingers drawing circles on her lower back. Y/N leaned up on her toes and planted a kiss on Eren’s lips.

“Ian is still asleep. He doesn’t have to wake up for another hour for school.”

Eren raised a brow, “Is he now?”

Y/N nodded with a small smile, a blush forming on her cheeks, feeling him harden against her stomach. Eren let out a growl as he gripped her jaw and smashed his lips against hers, his free hand reaching down to grip her butt. Y/N moaned into his mouth as he kneads her ass cheek, thighs rubbing together as she felt her core heat up. She let out a yelp as Eren roughly lifted her in the air, immediately wrapping her legs around his torso. Eren groaned as he felt her grind her core against him, thrusting his hips up into her. He slammed her against the tile wall of the shower, smothering her neck in kisses.

“Eren, Eren no m-marks~” she moaned, hands weaving themselves through his soft, damp hair.

“Too late,” Eren said with a smirk, looking at a hickey he left right under her collarbone.

“E-Eren!” She whimpered, meaning for it to sound sterner, but ultimately failed when she felt him thrust his cock against her, “W-What if ah! I-Ian sees it?”

“Just tell him that he accidentally hit you in his sleep,” Eren chuckled, pressing kisses along her breasts, “He almost kicked me off the bed this morning.”

“Y-You’re so-oh~ evil!” she moaned.

“That I am sweetheart~” Eren said, biting her earlobe.

“Eren! Eren please just put it in!” she moaned, grinding her hips into him.

“I would much rather take my time with you baby, but seeing as we will need to wake up Ian in a little bit, I’ll make it quick~”

Y/N’s mouth watered as she saw Eren line himself up with her entrance and slowly pushed himself in. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning too loud as he pushed himself in. Eren threw his head back, mouth agape when he fully sheathed himself inside of her.

“Shit!” he hissed, “You’re so tight!” Eren mentally cursed himself for almost cumming immediately.

“I-It has been five years!” Y/N cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. They stayed still for a moment to let Y/N readjust to Eren and for Eren to compose himself.

“M-Move. Now.” Y/N groaned, rotating her hips against him.

Eren nodded, pressing himself closer against her, and pulled out almost all the way only to snap his hips harshly against hers. Y/N bit her lip to keep herself from screaming as Eren mercilessly pounded into her. It felt like they had been going at it for hours, but it had only been a few minutes before Y/N felt her core start to tighten.

“E-Eren~ F-Faster! Almost t-there~” she begged as she pulled his lower half closer to hers.

“I know baby~ I know. Me too…” Eren panted against her forehead as he upped his pace, “Gonna fuck another baby into you~ You like that? You tightened up again baby~ You want Daddy to fuck another one into you?”

“Yes! Yes, p-please Daddy~” Y/N whined, teetering at the edge of her high, “Please give me another baby! Please! Please!”

“Gonna be a good Momma again? Gonna let Daddy drink that sweet milk?” He groaned. Her walls tightened around him, bringing him closer to his high.

“Yes, Daddy!” She cried out, “I’ll be good mommy~ I promise!”

“Good girl~” Eren growled as he drew his hips back one last time, slamming them into her, bringing her and him to their euphoria.

Y/N slammed her lips over his, screaming into his mouth as her body quaked. Eren grunted into her, his hips jerking as he filled her with his seed. Eren detached his mouth from Y/N’s lips, taking in big gulps of air as Y/N leaned her head against the wall to catch her breath. Once they both calmed down, Eren pulled himself out of Y/N and helped her steady herself on her feet. He laughed when she almost doubled over on her shaky legs.

“Let me clean you, baby~” Eren purred as he grabbed the bar of soap and began to clean her legs, taking a second to watch his cum drip down her thighs, mixing with the water from the shower.

“Eren!” Y/N hissed, slapping his shoulder, “Hurry up! Ian might have already woken up by how loud you made me get!”

“Oh, that’s my fault?” Eren snorted, “I think you were enjoying it a little too much~”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the man, “Just clean me!”

“Alright!” Eren chuckled, planting a kiss on her thigh, and continued to clean her. When he got to her core, she flinched.

“Sensitive?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“I’ll be gentle.”

When Eren finished cleaning Y/N, he cleaned himself and stepped out of the shower. When he had just wrapped a towel around his waist, as if on cue, a half-awake Ian walked into the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Morning, buddy!” Eren chirped to the small boy.

“Good morning, Daddy~” the boy yawned, trudging over to his father, hugging his legs. Eren chuckled. He knelt down and wiped the rest of the sleep from the boy's eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” Eren asked.

“Mhm,” the boy responded, “Where’s Mommy?”

“In the shower. I was gonna make some toast and eggs for breakfast. You want some?”

“Mhm…” the boy said, slowly nodding off while standing in his father’s grasp.

“Why don’t you get in the shower with Mommy while I go get breakfast going?”

“Not gonna join?”

Eren almost choked on his spit at the question. He shouldn’t have been surprised. He and his parents used to take baths together when he was Ian’s age. Eren just was not sure about a shower…where his kid could see him…all of him…

“N-No sorry bud,” Eren stuttered, “I already showered. Maybe we can all take a bath later?”

Ian nodded, eyes closing again, “I like baths more anyways…”

“Need help getting out of your jammies?”

“Mhm…”

“Alright,” Eren said as he grabbed the bottom of Ian’s shirt, “Arms up. Good! Alright, hands on my shoulders. Good. Now this foot, lift it up. Okay, now the other foot. Alright! Let’s get you to Mommy.”

Eren opened the shower door and helped Ian step in, “One shower for Ian, Mama!” Eren called as he closed the door and walked to the closet to put on his clothes.

“Good morning, baby!” he heard Y/N coo at the child, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Ian said, “Wanna bath…”

“Well, we can take a bath tonight. We are running a tad bit behind schedule so we got to take a fast shower,” Y/N said, Eren smirking to himself in the closet as he finished getting his clothes on, “Daddy, can you breakfast going?”

“On it!” Eren called as he jogged into the kitchen to prep breakfast.

“Mommy!” Ian cried, now fully awake thanks to the shower, “What happened to your neck?!”

“Oh um,” Y/N stuttered, “You got a little crazy last night and accidentally hit me…”

“I’m sorry Mommy!” Ian exclaimed.

“No no no! It’s alright baby! I’m okay! I forgive you!”

“Okay... Daddy!” He called from the shower, “Did I hit you last night?”

Eren burst out laughing. Not because Ian asked if he hit him, but because Y/N used his excuse for the hickey, “No! But you did almost push me off the bed!” Eren laughed.

Ian laughed along with his dad, “Sorry Daddy!”

“All good, dude!”

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When Ian finished getting dressed for school, he ran into the kitchen and sat at the table, eagerly waiting for his first breakfast made by his dad.

“You hungry?” Eren asked, approaching with a plate of food.

“Yeah!”

“Alright,” he said, setting the plate in front of him with a set of children’s cutlery along with a glass of milk, “Eat up little man. Gotta build those muscles!”

“Thanks for the food!” Ian said as he started munching in the toast.

“Ian, don’t forget the eggs and fruit!” Y/N said as she walked out, brushing her hair, fully dressed for the day.

“Yes, Mommy!” Ian said and began to scarf down the eggs and fruit.

Y/N walked over to where Eren was sitting at the table and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving a kiss to the top of his head, “Smells good~” she hummed.

“Want me to get you a plate?”

“No, I was thinking we could have brunch at Levi’s after we drop Ian off at school,” she said as she began to brush his damp hair, getting the tangles out.

“I wanna go to Uncle Levi’s café too!” Ian whined.

“We can go together later, baby,” Y/N said as she was working through a tough knot in Eren’s hair, “Just you, me and daddy.”

“Okay!” Ian said. He chugged the milk and jumped out of his chair to run to his room, “I’m gonna get my backpack!”

“Alright, buddy!” Eren called, “We’ll be waiting!”

Y/N kept brushing his hair as Eren hummed at the soft feeling of her fingers rubbing his scalp. When she finished, she handed him his hair tie and watched him tie his hair up. Eren stood and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.

“How are you feeling?” he hummed.

“Like I just got railed after being celibate for five years,” Y/N snorted, earning a chuckle from her lover, “A little sore, but I’ll live. It’s nothing compared to fighting titans for days on end. How about you?”

“Just peachy!” Eren smiled, planting a kiss on her lips.

“I’m ready!!” Ian yelled as he jumped down the stairs.

“Alright baby!” Y/N said, grabbing her purse and opening the door, “Let’s get going!”

Ian grabbed Eren’s hand and dragged him out the door, “Come on, Daddy!”

Eren laughed at the boy's excitement, “Alright, alright! Don’t forget mom!”

Ian’s slipped his other hand into his mother’s with a big smile, “Let’s go!”

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To say that Eren’s return had been kept a secret would be a lie. The adults did try to keep it on the down-low. They really did. Connie and Jean couldn’t go without telling their mothers that their friend had returned, which resulted in the women telling their friends which resulted in their friends telling their friends, and so on. Soon almost everyone heard that Eren was back but didn’t quite believe it since they had yet to see him. That was until they saw him walking through town with his son and Y/N, all holding hands. As they walked, they would see people stop and stare as well as hear them whispering to each other, asking if that was really him and if he still was a titan shifter.

Y/N looked over at Eren and saw his mouth form into a frown and his eye begin to twitch.

“Eren,” she said, catching his attention. She gave him a small smile, “It’ll be okay.”

Eren returned the smile and nodded. Ian seemed to notice the interaction and squeezed his father’s hand, causing the man to look down at him.

“It’s okay, Daddy!” Ian said with a smile, “We’re happy you’re back home!”

Eren smiled and picked up the boy, bringing him into a hug, “How did you get to be so strong?”

“Because I am!” Ian smiled, patting his father’s cheek, “Let’s go! I don’t wanna be late!”

Eren and Y/N laughed. Eren shifted Ian to his side and grabbed Y/N’s hand as they continued to the school, ignoring the murmurs and stares of the crowd.

“Ian!” Nico shouted as he ran towards the trio as they approached the school.

“Nico!” Ian said, running to his friend after Eren put him on the ground.

“I’m guessing the walk here wasn’t too pleasant?” Armin said sheepishly, putting a hand on Eren’s shoulder in comfort.

“I’m a walking corpse,” Eren snorted.

“Historia knows,” Annie said, “She’s arranging for a conference.”

“Immediately?” Y/N asked.

Armin shook his head, “No. She knows that you two would probably want to spend a little bit of time together, so she will set the date for whenever you two are ready. She would like to get it done before a wedding so that things won’t be too hectic for you. If you guys are even going to get married. Are you?”

“We were actually going to go to the Captain’s cafe to discuss that,” Y/N said, “If you guys want to join us, you’re more than welcome to. We’d actually like your input.”

“Captain’s got some good banana bread!” Jean said, walking up with Mikasa’s hand in his.

“Now we’re just missing Connie…” Y/N hummed.

“I’m here!” Connie shouted, running towards them, “I had to make sure what happened last night wasn’t a dream. Eren! You’re still here!”

“In the flesh,” Eren chuckled.

“Connie, we’re going to the Captain’s for brunch,” Mikasa informed.

“Oh cool, okay, um, Jean?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you…”

“You’re a lifesaver!”

“Connie, you make your oen money being Historia’s ambassador, how do you keep forgetting your wallet every time we go out to eat?” Armin asked.

“I know! I know!” Connie sighs, “It’s just that I’m so forgetful and Sasha- well- she would always remind me…”

Everyone fell silent at their fallen friend's name.

“Connie,” Eren said, “I’m sorry about Sasha… I really am. I’m sorry I acted like such a jerk when it happened. I just saw it in the future, and I tried so fucking hard to make different choices so she wouldn’t die…”

Connie pulled Eren into a hug, “Thank you. I’m sorry I was such a jerk to you also. I can only imagine how hard it was to know it was going to happen all those years. I just wished I could’ve known, or even Niccolo, so we could have cherished our time with her more. She believed in you, Eren. She believed in you till the end.”

Everyone stayed silent while the two hugged it out, letting them have their moment to reconcile and mourn over their friend together. When the two pulled away, they heard Ian calling to his parents.

“Daddy!” Ian said with a smile, leading a woman by the hand to the group, Lily and Nico following, “Daddy this is Mrs. Foster. She’s my teacher!”

Eren looked from the boy to the woman, who was almost shaking to death looking up at the tall man. The man who almost flattened their entire kingdom five years ago. Everyone else turned away, trying to hold in their laughter at the sight of a teacher about to piss herself in front of their friend.

“I told her that you weren’t dangerous anymore, Daddy! I said you weren’t a titan anymore!” Ian said proudly.

Jean and Connie couldn’t help it. The kid literally told the grown woman that the man wasn’t dangerous, yet she looks like she’d come face to face with the Grim Reaper. Both men doubled over, laughing their asses off.

“Would you two shut up!” Eren said in a broken laugh, Y/N rolling her eyes at the childish behavior of the men around her. She stepped in between the teacher and Eren, drawing the woman’s eyes to her.

“Mrs. Foster, this is Eren Jaeger, Ian’s father,” Y/N said with a smile, gesturing to the man next to her.

Eren smiled at the woman, stretching out his arm to offer her his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

The woman slowly placed a shaky hand into his, jumping at how he firmly grabbed it, “P-Pleasure to m-make your a-acquaintance.”

“I hope Ian hasn’t given you too much trouble,” Eren said, sending a wink to the pouting child.

“Oh, n-no not at all! T-There was a small incident with the children during role call yesterday-”

“Oh, yeah. He told me about it.”

“O-Oh he did?”

Eren nodded, “I told him to not worry about it. He has good friends and a great support system, so he shouldn’t worry about what other people call him. I understand that some people see me as a monster, and it’s what I was. I did it for the protection of Paradise, the whole world actually.”

Mrs. Foster looked at him in confusion, “I-I don’t understand?”

“Everything will be revealed when Queen Historia has her press conference with Eren and all of us,” Armin told her, “I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Mrs. Foster nodded, still confused, “Still, such rude things shouldn’t be said to children! I will try my best to make sure that my children don’t be mean to each other.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Foster,” Y/N said with a smile, “Ian really likes you as his teacher. We just want him to have a good time at school.”

“And I will make sure he does!” Mrs. Foster said, “Come along now children, time to go to class!”

Lily and Nico give their parents last hugs before running to the school building, calling for Ian to follow them.

“Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!” Ian said giving his parents a big hug before running to the building, “See you after school!”

“Bye baby!” Y/N called, “Have fun!” When Y/N looked over at Eren, she gave him a warm smile and grabbed his hand, turning to the group.

“Eren you totally spooked the old lady!” Connie started laughing again.

“It’s like she thought you were gonna turn into a titan and eat her for what happened to Ian!” Jean howled.

“Which is why we need to make a plan about what our next steps will be,” Mikasa said, dragging Jean and Connie by the ears, “Come on guys. I’m hungry.”

There was no going against Mikasa when she was hungry, so everyone else followed her, snickering at the pain the two men were in, to Levi’s café.

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“Captain!!” Connie shouted once they entered the café, all eyes turning to the former soldiers of the Survey Corps. They were about to give a round of applause for the group but fell silent at the sight of Eren.

“What are you brats doing here?” Levi said hobbling over with a crutch.

“Woah, Captain!” Connie gasped, “You’re…walking?”

“I thought you weren’t allowed to walk.” Armin said, “Your leg was busted.”

“I didn’t want to tell you kids this since I knew you would make a huge deal about it,” Levi sighed, looking around at his uneasy customers. He looked at Eren then the rest of the group, “Let’s sit down and talk.” Levi led them to a corner of the café where he had the boys push two tables together. Levi called one of his employees over to take everyone’s order. Everyone snickered at how Levi told the young man to keep his composure when he saw Eren. But instead of being frightened of Eren, the young man thanked him for protecting Paradis and admitted that he was a Jaegerist when hee was a teenager.

“Mr. Jaeger!” the man exclaimed, “We are having a meeting, the Jaegerists, this weekend. You should come! Everyone would be thrilled to have you there!”

“Oh god…” Jean groaned in annoyance.

“What do you say, Mr. Jaeger? Will you lead the cause once more?”

“There is no cause,” Eren said flatly.

The man looked at him in confusion, “I’m sorry?”

“I never wanted to build an Eldian Empire. I never wanted to destroy Marley. I only used you for my own plan to end the curse of the titans, which I achieved. The Jaegerists should have been disbanded when I died. Go tell your men that Eren Jaeger orders them to give up. Now if you will go do the job that my captain has so graciously given you, I would like to have a peaceful meal with my fiancé and my family.” Eren said.

“Y-Yes, sir. Apologies, sir!” the man said, almost saluting to Eren, but caught himself and walked back into the kitchen.

Eren sighed in annoyance, rubbing his forehead, listening to the whispers spiraling throughout the café.

‘He told the Jaegerists to disband?’

‘Why is he back?’

‘He’s getting married? Wait, that’s the woman with the child that lives alone at the beach. Is he the father?’

‘He did all of that to get rid of the titans?’

Levi noticed Eren’s discomfort, and stood to address the customers in his café, “Alright, everyone out! The café is closing early. If you haven’t paid don’t worry about it. Everyone out, now!”

Slowly but surely, everyone in the café filed out of the building. Levi told Jean to lock the doors and flip the sign to ‘Closed’. The young man and another employee came out to give everyone their food but were surprised to see the café empty. Levi told them to go ahead and clean up then clock out.

“The Jaegerists still exist?” Eren asked in disbelief.

“Yep,” Jean sighed, “You got some dedicated idiots.”

“I mean, most of them did some good,” Armin said, “They combined the three military branches into one to protect the kingdom… but yeah there are a few of them that still believe that we should take over Marley or something.”

“That’s one thing you’ll have to address at the conference,” Y/N said, rubbing Eren’s back in comfort.

Eren nodded in understanding, then turned to his captain, “So you can walk?” he said, still intrigued by seeing him walking.

Levi sighed, “Not fully. I was in Marley so much the last two months because those two idiots were having trouble running the café over there. I made acquaintances with a doctor there who said that they came up a new method of surgery that helps mend bones faster and better. He said he knew about what happened to me during our battle against you, and it hurt him seeing me in so much pain. Not that I was, I just hated being in that wheelchair for so long. So, he offered to perform the surgery on me.”

“And you said yes?” Jean asked.

“Of course, I did you brat!” Levi growled, “I’m tired of people doing things for me.”

“But why were you in the wheelchair last night?” Annie inquired.

“I’m still in therapy,” Levi huffed, “I have to use the wheelchair occasionally, so I don’t re-injure myself. I’m told in about a year from now, I should be able to function normally again… It’s a pain in the ass, but at least I’ll be able to do stuff by myself.”

“That’s amazing, Captain!” Y/N beamed.

“You don’t need to call me ‘Captain’, Y/N. The Scouts are disbanded.” Levi said.

“I mean yeah,” Mikasa shrugged, “But we don’t feel comfortable calling you by your name. You’ve always been ‘Captain’ to us.”

“And you’ll always be our Captain!” Y/N smiled.

“You all kept your ODM gear, didn’t you?” Levi sighed.

“Yep,” Jean said, “Sometimes Mikasa and I go into the woods and use them while Lily is with my mom. It’s nostalgic. Feels good to use them.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Eren said, turning to the other two couples, “How do you guys find time to do… you know… with kids around?”

“We haven’t really had much time to ourselves,” Armin said, Annie, nodding with him.

“We usually get time to ourselves in Marley. We leave Nico with my father while we stay in a hotel for a night. Here, not so much. Sometimes while she’s at school. But either one of us is with Historia doing work.”

“Same here,” Mikasa said, “Usually we will send Lily to Jean’s mother.”

“Let me guess,” Jean snorted, “Ian cockblocked you?”

“I told him it’s normal. Kids require a lot of attention,” Y/N said with a sigh.

“I mean yeah,” Connie said, “But you both have been like- well in Y/N’s case, holding back for five years. And you,” he said gesturing to Eren, “have been…dead? I mean you both must be…frustrated?”

“We already fixed that this morning,” Eren said.

“Shower?” Armin asked.

“Shower,” Eren replied, snorting at Y/N covering her cheeks in shame as she looked over to the captain. It then dawned on everyone that the captain, the person they considered a parent, was listening to them talking about when they fuck.

“Oh god…” Armin groaned, “I am so sorry Cap-”

“I agree,” Levi said casually while taking a sip of his tea, catching everyone off guard, “Do it while the kids are still asleep in the morning. The shower drowns out the noises. But if you want a more intimate and open setting, send the kids off.”

“Yeah, but where?” Eren said in a broken laugh, “Both our parents are dead.”

Armin let out a snort, everyone turning to him, “I’m sorry,” he giggled, “but I just had a fun idea. Why don’t we each take turns hosting the kids ‘slumber parties’ when one of us needs a break?”

“What do you mean?” Jean asked.

“Well, let’s say you and Mikasa want to have a romantic evening with just the two of you. If you don’t want to burden your mom with watching Lily, just hand her off to us or Y/N and Eren. That way Lily can have a slumber party with her friends and you two can enjoy some alone time. Same with Ian and Nico.”

“That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Y/N agreed, “We might be hosting for a while because Ian will want to be around Eren. He’s been wanting to have a slumber party with Nico and Lily, but now that Eren’s back, he’ll want to stick around with him. But we will definitely take you up on that offer when the wedding rolls around.”

“So, you’re going to get married?!” Connie said, “Did you propose, Eren?”

“Not really,” Eren said with a small smile.

“We kind of actually just agreed on it,” Y/N chuckled, “We want to keep it small and intimate. Just you all and your families. Historia and the others in Marley as well. Nothing too big.”

“When do you plan to have the ceremony?” Mikasa asked.

“Well, we wanted to do it soon, because someone is desperate to have another baby,” Y/N chuckled, giving Eren a light punch to his arm, “But because of the conference Historia is planning, we might have wait until after that. Just so we can have the wedding and not worry about too much after that. By the way, Captain, are you ordained? We knew Commander Erwin and Hange were.”

“Yeah,” Levi said, “I’m ordained. I’ve performed a couple of weddings in the Survey Corps.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Mostly desperate couples who fucked a couple of times and decided to get married before missions in case something happens to them.”

“Tragic,” Connie said.

“Mhm,” Levi agreed, “Made me feel like shit when they died.”

“Well,” Y/N said, clearing her throat, “We’d like for you to officiate our wedding. Will you?”

Levi gave her and Eren a smile, “Sure.”

Y/N gave Eren a big smile and hugged him.

“Thank you, Captain,” Eren said.

Levi gave Eren a nod and turned to Armin, “So we just need to decide a date for the conference?”

Armin nodded and turned to Eren, “Historia said it’s up to you when you’re ready.”

Eren looked at Y/N to get her opinion. She squeezed his hand, “It’s up to you.”

Eren looked back at Armin, “This weekend. I want all of this behind me so I can live my life with my family in peace.”

Armin nodded, “I will tell Historia today when I leave from here. Now I know you both have some things to do for the rest of today, so let’s finish up our meals. Each of you will be participating in this conference as well. This is where we tell everyone the truth about what really happened five years ago.”

Armin lifted his cup, everyone following him, “For Eren.”

“For Eren.”

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Everything went by so fast for Y/N and Eren. The whole town was buzzing now that Eren was back. People would cower in fear before him or rejoice in his return, all the while the couple just tried to act like it was normal. The conference happened. Everyone was there in attendance, even the Warriors from Marley came in to participate. It was there that the truth was revealed about what happened five years ago. That Eren’s plan all along was to turn into the villain to bring the two countries together to end him and the curse of the titans. It was there that Eren apologized publicly for his actions and the lives he took. That he had no choice but to do it so that no one else will suffer under the rule of the titans. That he would accept any punishment given to him. To everyone’s surprise, the conference, the reveal of the truth, and Eren’s apology had people both in Marley and Paradise stepping behind him. Many people would thank Eren for everything he did, for sacrificing himself so that they could live without fear. Because of the amount of support, he received and with the titans now gone from the world, Queen Historia and the government of Marley agreed to drop any charges against Eren Jaeger, allowing him his wish to live a peaceful life with his family and friends.

A week after the conference, Y/N and Eren were wed at the beach near their home, finally bringing their dream that they promised each other eight years ago when they first went to Marley to reality, surrounded by their family. Not even a month into their marriage, Y/N became pregnant with their second child. Eren was ecstatic at the news. He made sure Y/N was well taken care of. It got to the point where Y/N had to get onto him about not letting her do much, only to have her heart melt when he told her that he wants to do everything he never got the chance to do for her when she was pregnant with Ian. She laughed every time Eren and Ian would work together frantically to make sure she was comfortable. She knew that they both made an agreement to protect her, and it warmed her heart to see that they have formed such a strong father-son relationship.

Ian was doing better with the kids at school. Since Eren’s conference, the kids had been nicer to Ian, apologizing for how they treated him when school started. He was almost as happy as Eren was to hear that he would be a big brother, immediately telling his friends.

The ‘kids slumber party’ trade-off had been very successful amongst the couples. They even allowed Connie to watch the kids sometimes when all three couples need some alone time together. The kids absolutely adored their Uncle Connie. Sometimes it got to the point where Levi would have to step in and assist the poor man in maintaining the hyper five-year-olds. Levi would never admit it, but they all knew he enjoyed spending time with his kids’ kids. One night, after a long session of passionate, heavily pregnant lovemaking, Y/N and Eren had decided on a name for a boy and a girl and who the godparents would be. A couple of months latere, Y/N, coincidentally, gave birth a couple of days after their captain was released from his physical therapy. When Levi walked into the hospital room, he noticed Connie was there as well, cooing at the baby in Y/N’s arms with Eren standing next to her with tears in his eyes. Y/N looked up from her baby to see her captain walking towards her, giving him a big smile.

“How do you feel?” she asked him.

“Like myself again,” Levi said. He approached the side of her bed and looked at the baby sleeping peacefully in its mother’s arms, “And who is this new cadet?”

Eren looked at Y/N who gave him a nod. He placed a hand on Connie’s shoulder, and gave it a squeeze, “Her name is Sasha. Sasha Jaeger.”

Connie looked at the couple with wide eyes, tears quickly filling up as he hugged Eren with all his might, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” he cried. Eren chuckled at his friend's excitement that they decided to use the name he suggested.

Levi sniffed as he tried to quickly wipe a tear that was about to escape his eye.

“I saw that, Captain,” Y/N laughed.

“It’s a good name,” Levi said with a deep breath, “A good way to honor her.”

“So why are we here?” Connie asked, wiping his tears away.

“Well,” Eren said, looking at Y/N.

“We wanted to ask you two if you would be her godfathers. Will you take care of her if anything were to happen to us?” Y/N asked.

“Yes!” Connie said, tears spilling out of his eyes again, “Of course, I will!”

Y/N looked up at her Captain, who leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead, “Anything for you, kid,” he said with a smile as he looked at the couple, “You both did good.”

“Connie,” Y/N said, “Do you want to hold her?”

“C-Can I?” Connie said, looking at Eren almost asking for permission.

“She’s the boss. Don’t look at me. But if you drop her, I swear-”

“I won’t!” Connie said as he held out his hands.

Y/N carefully placed her newborn into his arms, watching with a smile as Connie carefully swayed with her daughter.

“Hi, Sasha~” Connie cooed, “Aren’t you a beautiful thing! I’m gonna be the best godfather you could ever have. Actually, Levi might be better at it than me, but I’ll be the funnest one.”

“That’s not even a word,” Levi said, “And of course, I’ll be better than you.”

“Sh!” Connie hushed his captain, “I’m speaking to my goddaughter. You’ll have your turn. Now I want you to know that you are named after a very special woman. Her name was Sasha Braus and she was the absolute best, just you’re gonna be…”

Y/N gave a big smile at how attached Connie and Levi are to their daughter already. She looked up at Eren who leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, “You did amazing my Campanula~”

“Well, I had my two favorite boys help me along the way,” Y/N smiled, taking his hand in hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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As Y/N and Eren live on their lives, they have three more kids, the last pregnancy being a set of twins, catching them both by surprise. The family ended up being three girls and four boys. When Y/N was pregnant with the third, Eren decided to expand the house, adding a couple of more rooms. Y/N laughed when the twins came, joking with Eren that he somehow knew the future when he added the extra rooms. Because of the success that Eren had at getting Y/N pregnant so many times, the boys dubbed Eren the BMG, the Baby Making God. Though after having the twins, Y/N told Eren that she was done having children. She laughed at his reaction and told him that sex would still happen, but that he would need to be more careful.

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Y/N sighed in contentment as she walked along the beach with her husband hand in hand, watching their children play together in the water.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” Eren asked as he brought her hand up to his lips.

“We went through so much as kids,” she said, as she watched eleven-year-old Ian and six-year-old Sasha entertain their younger siblings with so much love in her eyes, “so that they could smile.”

“We did,” Eren said as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his side. He watched as Ian tied his hair up so that his siblings wouldn’t pull on it, his son’s green eyes filled with laughter as his younger brother but a sand bucket on his head. True to his word, Ian grew out his hair to look like his father.

“He really does look like me,” Eren chuckled.

“I know!” Y/N huffed, “There’s like, none of me in him! You literally put a clone of yourself inside me. It’s so funny because the rest of them look like both of us!”

Eren laughed and pulled his wife in, pressing his lips against hers.

“Do you miss it?” she asked.

“Miss what?”

“The old times. Battling titans. Being a titan yourself.”

“I mean, not really,” Eren said, “I was always scared of losing you then, and now I don’t. Because we are safe, with our family.”

Y/N smiled and hugged her husband.

“You know, I kind of miss your titan,” she confessed.

“Ugh, I know! I kind of do too. It was so awesome,” Eren groaned, completely agreeing with her.

“Except for the whole ‘you only have thirteen years left to live’ thing,” Y/N said.

“Yeah, except for that,” Eren agreed.

“It was pretty sexy, not going to lie,” Y/N hummed, “It’s a shame we never tried anything with it… you were always off with Hange doing experiments or using it on missions…”

“You know that physically would not have worked, baby,” Eren said.

“I mean,” Y/N shrugged, “you had fingers and a tongue…”

Eren grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from his chest, “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to try that?!”

“I thought you wouldn’t want to,” Y/N whined.

“Of course, I would’ve!” Eren groaned.

“Oh my god, Eren!” Y/N exclaimed, “Of course, we figure this out when there are no more titans!”

Eren laughed, “I guess we’re both at fault for that missed opportunity.”

Y/N snorted, “Yeah…”

“I’m just happy to be here with you,” Eren said as he kissed her head, “To have a family with you.”

“Me too,” Y/N sighed, leaning into him, noses touching, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Eren sighed, latching his lips onto hers.

“You’re stuck with me Jaeger,” Y/N smirked against his lips.

Eren gave her another kiss, “Forever and ever.”

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Whoo! The final part is done! I hope you all enjoyed it! i feel like i might’ve rushed it at the end...idk ive been running on like 5 hours of sleep for like the past two days lol! I would love to hear what you thought of it!

[golbrocklovely]

never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

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Thanks T

 Summary: A dad is supposed to be your rock. Someone you can go to when times are hard. Someone whos supposed to protect you. WHat happens when your dad doesn’t fit the bill, and Tony does?

A/n: Hello yall! So this story hit really close to home for me lmao. It was mentioned that there aren’t any good dad/step dad Tony fics so I hope you like it. Everyone thank @alphaandromedae97 and an anon for this fic. 

Hope yall enjoy!

Your life was complicated. 

How can it not be when Tony “billionaire playboy” Stark is your step dad. 

Yes you read that right, step dad. It’s funny really, turns out he has a thing for waitresses that aren’t interested in him at first. That waitress being your mom.

They met when she was working a shift at the restaurant she works at, and he came in with Avengers. He expected her to fall at their feet like everyone else did, but she just scoffed and asked for their order. Pretty epic. 

Then one long montage later, and they ended up getting married. You were happy for your mom, of course. Deep down, Tony is a good man and you knew he’d do anything for your mom. And he’s always been nice to you, making sure you were okay with him proposing and then you moving upstate with him and your mom. He always made sure you felt included, maybe a little too much. He actually took interest in your life, which you’ll always appreciate. 

But you were a total daddy's girl by heart. You always felt like you had a close relationship with your biological father. He was a good dad, he took you out to movies, went to recitals, and always made sure to take you to the father-daughter dance your school district put on every year. It was your tradition. But after your parents divorced a few years ago, it seemed like he was getting more and more distant from you. He stopped calling as much, would skip out on your days to visit him and when you did visit, he’d lock himself in his office, claiming he had to finish some paperwork. It broke your heart, knowing that a man you were so close with, seems to be detaching himself from your life. But, in his defence he always managed to take you to the father-daughter dance. He always did. No matter how long the both of you went without seeing each other, no matter how long you haven’t spoken, he always made sure to take you. 

That act alone, reassured you that he did still love you. He was just busy. In fact, you were getting ready to go to the final father-daughter dance, as you were going to graduate this year and therefore you would be too old to attend the next year. This year was especially important to you. You wanted this night to be perfect. 

And you were positive your father would pull through as he has the past years.

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You were filled with excitement as you tried on multiple different dresses. You always liked this part of getting ready, the dress shopping. 

The confidence you feel when you finally found the right dress. The happy feeling you and your mother had, browsing through the dress shop downtown. Tony offered to buy you a custom designer dress, but you couldn’t accept. This was the shop you’ve been going to since you were a little girl, since you went to your very first dance with your dad. Call it nostalgia or tradition, but you couldn’t shop anywhere else. 

“ Hey ma! I think I found the one.” You shout from the dressing room, finally finding your dress after hours of searching. 

“Come out here and let’s see bug” She replies from where shes seated. You take a deep breath, soothing the wrinkles on the dress and walking outside. Your mother gasps as she see the gown. It was beautiful really. It was a glittery, lilac purple floor length dress with spaghetti straps. And it even had pockets! You were absolutely obsessed. Plus, you could probably use it as a prom dress if you really wanted to.

“Oh baby...you look so beautiful...” You mom says, tearing for the millionth time. 

“Ma, are you crying again?!” You laugh, “ Come on, that's the fifth time you’ve cried since we’ve been in the store!”

She laughs with you, sniffling as she wipes her tears,” I’m sorry, but you’re getting so big, it feels like it was only yesterday we were walking in this shop to get your first dress...and now...” She starts to cry again.

You smile softly, understanding what your mom was saying. You were in kindergarten when you first started attending these meetings, now you’re a senior in highschool. 

“Alright, no more crying. It’s a happy day for you. Has your father called texted you when he was going to come pick you up?” Your mom asked wiping her tears.

You frown, “ No, I haven;’t hear from him since two weeks ago when he said he wanted to get lunch.”

You can see your mom roll her eyes in the mirror, “ Mom he’s just busy. I’m sure he’ll call when he can.”

“Oh sure, I just hate that he doesn’t answer you fast enough.”

“I know ma, but he has work” You argue, “ He calls when he can, and that's okay.”

Your mom sighs, knowing that you were stubborn when it comes to your father. 

“ Well, let’s get this wrapped, Tony wants to get lunch and we need to convince him to get something other than shawarma.” 

You roll your eyes, “ God, what’s with that man and shawarma. It’s like his life line or something”

“I know!”

After the two of you buy the dress, you pick up Tony from the HQ. You loved the drive up there,mainly because of the scenery, but also cause you can see Cap running laps outside.

“Hell my love, hey kiddo” Tony greets switching seats with your mom.

‘Hey T” You greet, smiling at the man. 

“Did you find the dress?” He asks, driving away from his place of work and to a restaurant. 

“Yeah! It’s like the one I told you I wanted. I was surprised it was there to be honest.” You reply, “ Mom practically dehydrated herself shopping though.”

“Oh? How many times did she cry this time? Cause she was crying earlier when she was getting read-- OW! Hey I’m driving” He exclaims as your mom swats his arm.

You giggle at their antics, chest warming with the sight of your mom happy again.

“She cried five times while we were shopping. Five!”

“Five? I didn’t know the human body had that much water.”

The two of you chuckled as your mom made an offended noise.

“I hate that the two of you get on so well.” She pouts, “ And excuse me if I’m a little sad my baby is growing up so fast.”

You tune out the rest of their conversation as your phone buzzes. 

Dad

Hey kid, I’m gonna have to meet you at the school tomorrow. I have a meeting that’s gonna run late.

You

Okay daddy, I’ll see you there <3

You frown, your dad always managed to pick you up from the house. He used to take you to eat before the dance. And he always used to take the day off, devoting his time to you.

“ Uh oh, someone's frowning back there.” Tony remarks, “ What’s wrong kiddo, did a character off that show you like die/”

“Uh no, ma do you think you can drop me off at the dance tomorrow? Dad said he has a late meeting and won’t be able to pick me up.”

Your mother makes eye contact with Tony. They both know how your father has been flaking on you and how it breaks your heart that he does. It makes Tony especially mad because it remind him of his childhood. How his father really didn’t pay attention to him unless he was criticizing  his life choices.

“ Hey y/n, I can drop you off if you want.” Tony offers, “ I really don’t mind.”

You smile, “Thanks T.” 

“No problem kid.”

And with that he pulls into the restaurant parking lot. 

As your family is seated, you take a quick look around the restaurant, wanting to see the reactions of the patrons when they realize Tony Stark is in the building. But as you do, you see a man who looks very familiar. But before you can take a closer look your mom interrupts you.

“Y/n, you know it's rude to stare.”

“Oh sorry mom.” 

So you take a seat and continue with your meal. You tune out your mother and Tony’s conversation as you can’t take your mind off of that man. You take a quick glance back while your parents discuss the dessert menu.

That’s when you realize that the man was your father!

You stand up from the table and make your way towards the man. Surprised to see him there because as far as you know, he’s supposed to be in a meeting right now.

“Daddy?” You ask cautiously. The man tenses up before turning to you.

“Y/n? Honey what are you doing here?” You notice he doesn’t make an attempt to get up and hug you. 

And you also notice the second plate of food across from him and a napkin stained with what looked like lipstick.

“Um, T and Ma wanted to grab dinner.. I thought you were at a meeting?”

“This is a five star restaurant, and you just stopped in?” He asks ignoring your question, “ Of course Stark did..”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Everytime your mother was even close to being happy, your dad always found something wrong with the person she was with. But he seemed to have a strong disliking towards Tony for some reason.

“Um right...So you told me you were in a meeting? That’s why I couldn’t come over after dress shopping?”

“Right! A meeting...I’m currently in right now.” He says quickly looking towards the women's bathroom, “ You should go back to your table hon, my boss is really strict”

“Oh right, sorry” You say dejected, “ I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” your dad says with a soft smile, “ I love you Bug.”

You smile at the nickname your parents gave you, “ I love you too pop.” 

And with that you walk off, back to your mother and Tony. You can see they’re trying to hide the fact that they were watching by covering their face with the dessert menus.

“Oh here you are, we got you a tiramisu” Tony says nonchalantly, pushing the dessert towards you.

“Uh huh” You hummed teasingly, “ Dad says hi by the way.” 

“ Oh does he now?” You mom said not convinced, “ That’s nice of him.”

You hummed, mouthful of cake signaling that you were done with the conversation. Your family finished up their meals and signaled for the check. As you were walking out the restaurant, you turned to say goodbye to your dad, only to see his “boss” was back from the restroom.

Only this boss was a 5′3, brunette bombshell in a tight red dress and having her neck kissed by the man you call your father. 

Your stomach felt sick.

“Oh gross, I really didn’t need to see that.” You mutter catching the attention of Tony who was behind you. 

“See what kid?” He asks following your gaze, “Oh. Yikes is that even allowed? I didn’t know your dad was a vampire.”

You snort, “ Oh god T, that's disgusting.” 

He just laughs and pats your head, “ Come on, lets go before your mom yells at us.”

You smile, but you wondered why your dad didn’t tell you that he was on a date. Or that he was even seeing someone?

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Thoughts of your fathers secrets where wiped from your brain as you scrambled to get ready for the dance the next day.

Tony surprised you and your mom with a mani-pedi day at 10am and a hair appointment for you at 1pm. After you had to get shoes for your dress at the mall and then be home by 5pm to get your dress and makeup on, take pictures, and then be out the door by 7pm to take pictures with your dad, then finally be at the dance by 8pm when doors open. 

The whole day you were messaging your dad about how excited you are, getting similar replays back. He pays for you shoes and complements your hair. 

Your heart swells as you think about how hard it was in the beginning of the divorce. But your father always tried his best to spend time with you and made sure you knew he loved you.  

It was hard on you at first, but you appreciate that he tried for you. The fact that he’s been taking you to this dance since you were a little girl is proof enough. You were a little sentimental, this was your last dance after all. 

You smiled looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful in your dress. Your makeup was done to perfection and you had gotten a silk press in your hair. You felt like a princess.  You heard your mom sniffle.

“Mom, again?” You laugh,turning to face her.

“I’m sorry! You just look so beautiful!” she says with a sad smile, “ God, you grew up so fast bug” 

You roll your eyes, but feel the tears spring to your eyes as well, “ Ma! Stop I can’t ruin my make up” 

You both laugh as you fan your eyes

“You ready?” She asks, “ Tony’s waiting for you in the living room.”

You nod, gathering your things and walking out the door. You let your mom walk down the stairs first. You can hear Tony and you assume Happy in the living room. You finally make it down the stairs. It turns out it was Tony, Happy, and Peter Parker. Your mom was chatting with them and they all had their back turned to you. 

“Ahem.” You clear your throat, catching their attention.

You see Peter stiffen as he gazes at you and mutters a soft “Wow”

You blush, what can you say he’s a cutie.

 Happy gives you a comforting smile.

 And Tony?

He has a soft look on his face, “ Jeez kid, you clean up well.” 

You laugh, “ Better than you old man, what's up with the pants?”

He had on Iron Man pj pants.

“Oh hush.” He laughs, “ You look beautiful kiddo.” 

You look down with a grin.

“Oh pose for some pictures!” You mom says excitedly, “ Go Y/n, by your self first and then with me. Then with Tony.”

You sigh, knowing how long it was gonna take.  

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Finally after three million pictures, your mom and Tony drove you to the school.

“Okay bug, is your dad here?” Your mom asks looking around at the group. 

“Yeah! He should be inside.” You say kissing your mom goodbye and waving to Tony. You show the ticket and waltz in the gym. 

You smile and wave at classmates and parents. These people you’ve known since you were a child and who knew you. You finally got to the table you always sat at woth your dad. 

It was empty.

You frown and look at your phone.

Me

On my way pop!

It said the message was read.

“He must be on  driving” You think to yourself as you sat at the table.

But then twenty minutes passed. Then an hour. then two

You were still there, waiting for your dad to come. You sent five messages and they all remained unopened. 

You looked around the gym, seeing a few parents looking at you with pity in their eyes. You can barely stand it.

You got up and went to the restroom, trying not to cry. and in the restroom you tried calling you father, but you were sent to voicemail. The you finally got a message. 

Dad

“I’m so sorry bug, I can’t make it to the dance. I have a meeting today. :(”

You felt dejected. Humiliated. 

Your father has rearranged visitation days, skipped out on little crimonied and rectitals you’ve had, but this by far was the most disappointing thing he has done. 

He promised multiple times that he’d be here. Never has he ever skipped out on the dance before.  ANd he knew how important this was to you. Thi was your last dance, and he ruined it. 

You let yourself cry. You sobbed as you realized that your father has been distancing himself from you. That your relationship hasn’t been okay for a while. And you just didn’t want to let go.

You sigh as you realize you’ve been in the restroom for a while. You stand up and look at your face. Despite the red eyes and slightly red nose, your make up was pretty much intact.

“Huh at least my setting spray hasn’t let me down.” You say to your self. After a few mintues of calming down, you walk out of the restroom and bump into a figure. 

“Sorry” you mutter about to pass the person. 

“Gee you took a while in there, I told you not to get that coffee kid.” 

You quickly look up and se Tony.

Dressed in a suit, flowers in hand.

“Hey kid.” He says softly

“what..what are you doing here?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes again.

“Well apparently you need an rent a dad, and I happened to be in the neighborhood.” He jokes, then says, “ I’m sorry your dad didn’t come kiddo, and I know I’m not him, and quite frankly I’m glad I’m not. But I do love you like you’re my own, and well...yeah here I am.”

You stay quiet, looking at Tony in wonder. Touched that he did this for you.

“Of course if you just want to leave then we can just get out of here” He rambles nervously, “ But you gotta tell me kid cause I’m kinda freaking out.”

“Can we get ice cream after?” You ask him

“What?”

“After the dance, we should go get ice cream.” 

“Uh sure?” Tony says, “So what do you usually do at these things?” 

You laugh and steer him to the tables where they have all the activities at. You actually have more fun with him than you had recently wit your dad. Tony is definitely more competitive than your father and treats every game as a challenge. Not like something he’s humoring just for his kid. He celebrates with you instead of telling you to calm down. He chats with the adults, is nice to the kids, and does the goofy dances with you. Seeing Iron Man do the chicken dance is something you didn’t know you needed till now. He managed to turn this horrible night to one of the best ones you’ve had in quite a while. 

Finally the father daughter dance started to signal the end of the dance. Tony bowed dramatically and said in a horrible british accent, “ Lady Y/n?”

You laugh and make your way to the dance floor. You’re both quiet for a bit, snorting at how serious the other dads and their daughters look.

“Hey T?” You say softly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah kid?” 

“Thank you. It’s nice to know that one of my dad's isn’t a total asshole.” You say. knowing that this is the first time you referred to Tony as your dad.

His eyes get misty as he clears his throat,

“Anytime, bug”

[zachsreaderinserts]

sleepy boys inc x gn!teen! reader headcannons

trying something new! i like bbs and all, but i wanted to write for other youtubers! lemme know if yall wanna see more content like this lol.

this takes place in a minecraft au!!! also, mentions of bad parenting/abusive parents

wc: 2,319

okay the sleepy boys

chaos incarnated, all of them. you can’t deny it

so, when tommy invites a friend from a local village, at first, everyone else is skeptical. since when has tommy made a friend who didn’t hate him within 20 minutes from all the screaming and insults he spewed?

unlike his friends, phil is more excited than anything. though he isn’t tommy’s dad, he feels like it sometimes, so he really wants to meet this new person who has caught the youngest’s attention

techno is very much not on board. he has a hard time trusting people at first glance and having been friends with tommy for the longest, he knows that tommy readily jumps the gun and attempts to befriend literally anything just because he can

and wilbur? indifferent for the most part. yes, he feels the need to make sure tommy is protected and cared for, but he also recognizes that this situation is out of his hands. the best he can do is hope that their friend isn’t an absolute asshole

so, it’s saturday. all three men are sitting on the couch in phil’s cottage, talking amongst themselves as they wait for tommy to come back. techno makes a joke about murdering them, which leads to phil scolding him about his violent tendencies

“you haven’t even met them yet, techno, what the fuck.”

wilbur is simply adding fuel to the fire, making little remarks here and there and watching the whole thing escalate to phil lecturing the piglin hybrid.

because of this, not one of them had noticed that tommy returned, with his newest friend. they both stopped at the sight of phil in dad mode, tommy considering just turning around and taking his friend as far away as physically possible

too late, since techno’s sixth sense made him whip around and stare at the newcomer. this made phil stop lecturing and wilbur quit giggling long enough for tommy to introduce his friend

after saying their name, the friend lifted their hand shyly, face burning from slight embarrassment. their other hand was latched onto tommy’s, feeling intimidated.

can you blame them? the fucking blood god looks like they wanna skewer them and cook them over a campfire.

tommy took notice of their shyness and cleared his throat, “we were planning on going to the carnival in their village if you three assholes feel like tagging along.”

like there was any way they were gonna let tommy and his friend go out without chaperones.

tommy turned back to his friend, “give me a second, i’m gonna go grab my sword just in case.” and proceeded to run up the stairs and towards the guest bedroom in phil’s house that he claimed.

the millisecond he was out of earshot, techno grabbed his friend by the front of the shirt.

“what are your intentions with tommy?”

the friend blinked once, twice, then bit back a smile. “you’re asking that as if i’m about to date that motherfucker.”

this time, it was wilbur who bit back a grin of his own. who would’ve expected the originally shy kid to have replied like that????

techno’s brain short circuited and his grip on their shirt loosened slightly. did.... did this kid just brush off his question???

“can you put me down? you’re gonna stretch my shirt.”

techno’s brain blinked back into focus and he gripped the kid’s shirt harder, shoving them against the nearest wall. “i asked a question, kid.”

“you know, tommy told me something like this would happen. i’m glad i came prepared.” and then, tommy’s friend sucked in a deep breath. techno leaned back, expecting the worst...

“MWISTER TECHNWOBWADE, PWEASE PUT MWE DOWN BEFWORE I SCWEAM”

oh god, this was far worse than anything he thought of.

he dropped the teen out of disgust more than anything, reeling backwards. if there was one thing that haunted his dreams, it was uwu-speak.

phil started howling of laughter, clutching his stomach and hunching over. originally he was going to stop techno from threatening a literal child but this outcome was so much better than anything he was anticipating

wilbur was no better, already tearing up from how hard he was snickering. he started choking on his own spit at one point, smacking his arm against the couch.

tommy was so fucking confused when he came back down the stairs, seeing the mayhem that was, for once, not caused by him. he glanced at his friend, who had the world’s biggest shiteating grin.

yeah, they were gonna fit in just fine.

and they did! phil took them under his wing (both physically and metaphorically) and allowed them to come visit his home whenever they wished. and whenever they did, phil was the first to ask how they’ve been and what they were up to

to phil’s surprise, the kid was overall calm in their choice of activities. things like playing soccer or drawing or figuring out how to learn instruments in their free time. it seemed like they were desperate to get their hands on anything and everything just to learn

he found it funny, though, when their chaotic side shone through. they easily were on tommy’s level when they got into that headspace and it was so hilarious to him.

his favorite memory of the kid was when they walked into the house and marched right up to where techno was reading idly in the corner. planting their hands on their hips, they spoke.

“if you were to fuck a clone of yourself, would it be masturbation or would you be considered gay?”

phil, who was washing the dishes six feet away from them, just about crumbled into a ball on the floor from how hard he was laughing and sobbing.

of all questions, that was the one that came out.

but he had no idea that the chaos was a coping mechanism. he just thought they were naturally like that in their free time.

he soon found out the truth when they came home with tommy, who was cursing up a fit, visibly angry. his friend was slumped over, as if trying to hide themselves from the world

when phil asked what had happened, tommy exploded.

“their fucking dad took all their money from their savings! said he needed it more than them and when they asked for it back, he called them a fucking disappointment! that fucking bitch--”

phil can count very few times when he felt true anger and he can confirm that when tommy had told him what had gone down, he saw red.

but he knew better than to outwardly show it. judging by how hunched over and defeated the kid was, what they needed was a stable support system

so he walked over and shut tommy up with a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t we take the rest of the night to build up that game room you wanted in the basement. i’m sure if we knock it out before techno and wil are supposed to be back, we can all play something like monopoly.”

seeing where phil was headed, tommy nodded and brushed away his anger. he knew that what his friend needed was a serious cheering up. tommy ran towards his guest bedroom, claiming that he was going to find his blocks.

phil crouched in front of the teen, tilting their head up to look him in the eyes. “you’re not a disappointment. you’re an amazing person with a chaotic joke machine going 120 kilos over the speed limit in your head and you are talented. your dad doesn’t know shit about what you’re capable of doing.”

oh boy, the kid’s crying. those are tears, full on tears.

that night was one of the best nights of their life, however. they enjoyed the entire three hour long game of monopoly where they watched the light leave everyone’s eyes. it was funny when wilbur lunged across the table when he landed on a railroad, out for phil’s blood.

speaking of wilbur, he enjoyed every minute in the kid’s presence. they often asked creative and random questions and went along with the abstract jokes he made, the two of them laughing heartily the entire time.

when the kid first mentioned wanting to learn how to play the guitar, he practically burst through the wall of the room next door, breathing heavily and exaggeratedly.

“did someone say guitar”

yeah, he’s feral. that’s canon.

they proceeded to spend the entire day in phil’s garden, each of them equipped with a guitar. despite their outwardly smooth brain and stupid demeanor, the teen was a fast learner and could play the most basic chords by the time the sun was setting.

wilbur’s favorite moment was the first night they met, when they went to the carnival. there was the game where you shoot the water and fill up the balloons and the kid was going head to head against techno and tommy.

it was when techno won that the teen turned to techno with murder in their eyes and spoke in a deadpan tone of voice,

“you’re lucky you won this time, you gentrified mayo monkey.”

wilbur’s jaw dropped, as did techno and phil’s. tommy was already in hysterics, smacking his hand against the counter that held the guns.

needless to say, wilbur found his favorite, not-quite sibling in a heartbeat.

techno was the last to come around with the child. can you blame him? every time he tried to threaten them or had beaten them at something, they would respond in a cryptic threat--

“i’m going to pee your pants if you don’t let me win”

or just brushed him off. without a second thought.

“anyways, i was murdering a chicken the other day, and the fucker had the audacity to ribbit at me.”

to say he was confused was an understatement. he was terrified of the fact that a literal child held so much power and disinterest in things like their own life. so for the first few months, he avoided them.

but he had seen past that when it was around midnight on a weekday. tommy was hanging out with tubbo and ranboo in their village miles away from the area. wilbur was out drinking with schlatt, niki, and fundy, and phil was already asleep.

techno wasn’t too far behind, sitting in front of the fireplace and staring out of the window that showed the front yard. it was only then when he saw the flash of a familiar face and looked closer as the teen walked up to the house quietly. their head was down and they carried a small bag with them.

techno opened the front door with a long creak as they reached the porch steps. it was only when they jumped and looked up in surprise that techno had noticed a deep bruise on their left cheek in the moonlight.

despite the fact that he kept away from them, techno was very protective and territorial of tommy, phil, and wilbur. and since they were attached to the teen, he became protective of them as well.

so all the voices in his head went quiet for a second. before exploding into a mixture of screams and threats, all leading back to protecting the child in front of him.

without thinking, he reached forward and cupped their face for a better view of the bruise. at the warm and soft touch, tears slipped down the kid’s cheeks and they sniffed pathetically.

the voices quickly took a 180, all screaming to take care of them. make them feel better. so, techno led the kid inside and let them spend the night in his room, with them falling asleep on the bed and him falling asleep on the rocking chair in his room.

phil did not hesitate to officially declare himself as the teen’s official father, saying that their biological father was a “little bitch”

now somewhat living with the teen, techno found an appreciation for their quieter moments, when they were reading or simply daydreaming. it was cute, in his eyes. but he also grew to enjoy when they were absolutely feral, especially toward tommy.

his favorite moment with them was when they had gifted tommy a music disc for his birthday. it was sweet and sentimental and tommy just about burst into tears when he saw it.

all of the sappiness quickly vanished when tommy put it into a jukebox.

“FUCK THIS PUSSY, BOY, FUCK. FUCK IT RIGHT, BOY--”

tommy had let out the most terrified scream and it practically engrained itself into techno’s brain. it was the first time he ever laughed at something the teen had done and the teen felt proud of themselves.

and finally, tommy. he was already happy to call himself a friend of the teen’s. they were like peas in a pod, working together.

tommy came to them when his insecurity felt heavy and they came to him whenever their dad’s words got to them. they had a nice system of dependency on one another and neither of them would trade it for the world.

tommy’s favorite moment of being friends with them was during their first birthday living in phil’s house. it was a birthday befitting their personality, with brightly color streamers hung and confetti all over the floor. he knew that they enjoyed it severely and once the cake was cut, the kid turned to phil.

“phil, where’s the big tiddy strippers i requested?”

tommy was GONE

he all but choked on his slice of cake and walked away, shaking his head while trying to stifle his giggles. but when he heard phil’s scream of “WHAT”, he just lost it.

all in all, his friend had made a fine part of the sleepy boys. they were a happy face in an otherwise somewhat bleak and dangerous world. and all four men appreciated it.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣!𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 ~

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤; SMUT!!! gn!reader x inexperienced!sub!jeongin. pillowhumping, secret crush, best friends/childhood friends, first kiss, semi-public sex (ok not that but like getting caught?), orgasm (m), cum, mentions of blowjobs, mentions of cum eating. 

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥; 1,8 k 

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖; finding good gifs of jeongin that aren’t from when he was a minor and fit the concept at least a fucking crumb is DIFFICULT YALL so i present this cute gif ahssahsah

also i always make jeongin inexperienced?? I NEED TO WORK ON THAT 

Here Jeongin was. Staring at the ceiling in the dark room, the only light coming from the streetlight outside the window of your bedroom. You were sleeping peacefully next to him but sleep was the last thing on Jeongin’s mind, his chest heaving nervously from lying so close to you. Usually this isn’t a weird occurence, the two of you best friends since childhood which equaled a lot of sleepovers but Jeongin couldn’t shake the feeling off longing. Longing to touch you. 

He covered his face with a pillow, trying to put a physical barrier in order to stop the inappropriate thoughts that included everything from you kissing him to him being fucked by you hard enough to make him see stars. His delicate dick twitched in his boxers as the thoughts piled up in his brain, him not able to act on the urge to jerk off, not when you were sleeping soundly next to him. 

The horny boy turned around to lie on his side, facing you as he grabbed the pillow and instead put it between his knees, huffing as he was hoping for a miracle, a miracle called falling asleep. Jeongin’s heart skipped a beat when he realised how close your face was to his, the air from your quiet breaths hitting his cheek. Your plushy lips formed into a pout as your cheek squished into the pillow, your eyelashes gently draping your weary eyes. Jeongin swore he could hear your heart beat next to his. The dark haired boy shuffled closer to you but almost gasped out loud as the pillow rubbed against his erection, his already sensitive cock twitching from the friction. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, looking around in the room to distract the feeling but to no avail, his hips rutting against the pillow as if by magic, it simply felt too good to stop. 

Jeongin thought he had gone crazy, what was he even doing? How could he be thinking such lewd thoughts about his best friend that was sleeping inches away from him, all whilst humping a pillow like a desperate mutt. The mattress that lied on the floor was shuffling in a questionable manner as the soft moans from between Jeongin’s scarlet red lips were now dripping out like sticky honey. His hand shifted from his mouth to his messy dark hair, ruffling it and tightly gripping it as he felt closer to his orgasm like never before, the sweat beading on his forehead from the slightly stuffy atmosphere in the room. His dark orbs shut tightly as he tried to grasp onto those last explicit thoughts before they all dripped out of his mind like his cum if it wasn’t for you groaning out into the night.

“J-jeongin,,,”

Silence errupted between the four walls as all his movements came to a standstill, his eyes springing open as he looked at you in panic but was met by you still asleep, looking just like you did moments earlier. The poor boy sighed, frustrated of having lost his impending orgasm but relieved, at least you didn’t see him.

Or did you?

Jeongin felt as if he could cry right on the spot, feeling frustrated and desperate for a release to calm his hard-on. He turned away from your sleeping face, thinking maybe that could help stop the intrusive thoughts. Maybe even closing his eyes completely would be even better, shielding himself from anything that could be associated with you. The poor boy nuzzles his face closer to the pillow, sighing for the last time before breathing peacefully. Just as a sweet slumber lingered close by he felt you shift and before he knew it you were dangerously close to him. 

“Do you need help?” 

Jeongin turned his head around in fear, thinking maybe this was a dream but it was a real as it could get. Your one hand slipped between his legs, palming him through his boxers that already had a wet spot from the precum that was leaking out. He opened his mouth in a loud gasp but you were quicker, muffling his sinful noises with your other hand over his spread lips. You lean into his ear, his head shying away from your close proximity as your lips almost touched the shell of his ear.

“Be quiet and I’ll make you feel good”

Jeongin bucked his hips against your warm hand, craving more of your touch as his face turned bright red, flustered at the words that came out of his best friend. Your eyelashes fluttered softly as his doe-like eyes were glued on yours, his eyebrows furrowing as you gave his hard member a squeeze before tracing the outline of his hard-on with your fingertip, the poor boy feeling all his blood rushing south as you slowly released your hand from his mouth.

“Pl-please,,y/n,,, help me out, I’m going crazy” 

You smile softly at the pleading boy, crashing your soft lips against his slightly chapped ones, the kiss immedietly deepening as you slipped your tongue inside him, his body stiffening at the unfamilliar feeling before his entire body relaxed in your arms, him now sitting up on his knees. The soft mattrass dipped down from the two figures that were entangled with each other, hands roaming freely over your hot skin, the both of you barely wearing clothes to begin with. The wet sound of the kiss ringed in Jeongin’s ears, this new experience making the knot in his stomach tighten even more than it was before.

It felt wrong but so right. 

Pulling away from the kiss, a line of saliva connected you, his eyes fluttering open sweetly. You smile, heat rising to your cheeks as you looked away for a moment, trying to find composure. 

“T-the pillow felt good”

Jeongin spoke in a shy voice, scratching the back of his head as his puffy cheeks were on display, you wanting nothing more but to smother them in kisses. You looked at him, confusion dancing in your eyes which Jeongin noticed. 

“N-not anything weird! I just happened to,, accidentally rub,,, against it,,, I’m sorry if it’s weird y/n, I was really frustrated, I’ve made you uncomfortable-” 

You attach on your lips once again to stop the words spilling out of him, potentially waking someone else in the house. Your tongues swirled around each other, Jeongin gulping loudly as he felt nervous everytime you kissed him, filled with uncertainty, you were after all his best friend and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. As soon as you pulled away from the kiss for the second time you put a finger on his slightly swollen lips. 

“It’s not weird, I can help you. Let me help you,,,babyboy”

You cringed at your own nickname, giggling and hiding your face behind your hands, sneaking a glance of the boy through the gaps between your fingers. To your surprise he didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile. It was as if he’d frozen to ice in the stiffling room. Your smile quickly turned into concern, thinking that maybe you’d gone too far but all your worries were wiped away when Jeongin silently muttered;

“Call me that,,, I-I like it” 

You eyes widened, never before seeing him this weak for you. You smirked, inching closer to him and gently stroking his hot cheek with the back of your hand. 

“Only if you ride that pillow for me”

His dark eyes darted towards the pillow that was lying lazily on the carpeted floor, grabbing it in an instant. 

“This one?”

Jeongin whispered, both his eyes and question filled with innocence. You nod slowly, watching him straddle it, his knees poking slightly inwards. You smiled at him, your bottom lip quivering in excitement, wanting to see him submit to you. 

“W-what should I do?” 

His eyes twinkled in the dim light that came from the window, his fluffy hair pointing all different directions and his lips slightly pursed. You scoffed, licking your lips that turned dry from the kiss. 

“What you did when you thought I was asleep”

Jeongin blushed, his cheeks turning a light pink that was barely visible to you. He started humping the pillow, his twitching cock still in it’s clothed prison as the friction ignited a fire in his core, the previously ruined orgasm returning to it’s home. The delicate whimpers made their way out of his mouth in the softest manner, them being hardly audible due to him nibbling on the inside of his cheek, holding back on moaning. You traced your fingers up his exposed flexed thigh, eventually tracing circles over his tip, the wet patch making you snicker quietly from his desperation. You didn’t want to silence the pretty boy but his glistening lips leaving you with no other choice but to kiss him, Jeongin shortly moaning into the kiss, the sensation of release drawing closer with every second of your lips against his. 

As his pace quickened the mattress started moving around, his hips rolling upwards against the edge of the pillow, the previously frustrated boy now feeling nothing more but pure euphoria as the knot tightened. You smiled against his lips, enjoying to see him desperatly chase his release. His arms trembled as his hands were grabbing onto the soft material beneath him for dear life, breaking the kiss hastly.  

“y-y/n- agh,, can,, can i cum?”

His voice trailed to a whisper, the question sounding more like a statement. You nodded shyly, the so called question sounding too direct in your ears. The last couple of humps were uneven, the poor boy sweating enough to leave small sweatdrops around his temples, Jeongin’s soft hair failling in his face and covering his dark eyes with a even darker curtain. You opened your mouth to warn him from making too much noise but it was already too late. 

“Jeongin, be quie-”

A loud groan escaped between his pretty lips making you slightly startled as the room was previously muted. His eyes shut tightly, a million cubes of colors flashing before his eyes as he slowly rode out his orgasm. The white sticky substance staining his underwear, forming a slightly darker shade on the black fabric he was wearing. In panic you smacked your hand across his lips like you’d done before but it was already too late, a beam of light shining through the crack of the bedroom door. 

“y/n? are you ok?”

It was your moms voice. You pulled down the boy, covering him in a blanket as he was still lost in his pleasure, his breath shaky. Turning around and dragging the covers over yourself you closed your eyes it just in time before the door opened. You could hear your nervousness, imagining the different ways you could get out of this situation when morning came. The door closed quietly after a couple of seconds and the footsteps got fainter. 

Facing the boy you saw him smile lazily, his eyes still closed. You poked him on the cheek causing the boy to giggle, his eyes slowly opening and meeting yours. 

“thank you y/n”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Should I help you clean up babyboy?”

You smirked, insinuating something dirtier than what the innocent boy thought. His eyes widened as you plunged down beneath the blanket that covered his body. 

[rrickgrrimes8]

hi! i was thinking if you could write an imagine of reader being rick and lori's daughter and sister to carl, rj and judith. i don't have a specific idea in mind, but just her before and after the time jump, struggling with being there when lori and carl died, and looking for rick with daryl, her relationship with her siblings and michonne, maybe maggie and hershel too (i was thinking since carl was 10 when it all started, she was 7 so now she's 17) thank you so much, and btw i loved your imagines i've read so far 💞

Being a Grimes ~ Rick Grimes x Grimes!reader

thank you so much for requesting i really enjoyed making this one. i also have a series kinda like this about Jacey Grimes which i’m currently making a book two for.

warnings: alluding to sexual assault or rape, suicide, death, gore (lemme know if i’ve missed anything off here)

sorry if there is any mistakes please tell if there is and give me feedback i’d love to here back from yall

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It was strange for y/n. This world would be strange for anyone really. But she was different. At only a mere 7 years old when the world went to shit she struggled as did many others. With the recent loss of her father - one she didn't entirely understand - still protruding through her heart, it was hard - so hard. 

When it happened she was at daycare. The teaching assistant tried and successfully ate the teacher in front of her. She was next and was so close to being eaten until Shane rushed in. He kicked Ms Twune and grabbed y/n. Her mom sobbed at the sight of her, covered in blood and the tears smothering her daughters face. Carl was shocked too. He wanted nothing more than to protect his little sister. His dad always used to tell him that that was his duty - his job. And he hated how he had failed in this moment. 

They made it to the quarry soon after. Y/n thought the group was nice - well mostly. The Dixon brothers scared her was what she told her brother or any of the children she had befriended. But she was lying. Yes, she was scared but only of Merle. He was creepy and mean to anyone he saw. Daryl was somewhat the same but he always found himself being nicer to the young child. And often kept her company when Lori and Shane went for a ‘walk’ in the woods. Glenn was another she found herself drawn to. He unlike Daryl happily invited her company. Glenn was sweet and funny. He never failed at making her laugh till she felt like she was going to pee. They were good friends which came to a fault when he had to go on runs. She’d scream and cry and refuse to let go of him because she was afraid that what happened to her father would happen to him. 

That’s what happened earlier that morning. Glenn and a few others were going into Atlanta, despite her dismay. Glenn assured her he’d be fine, which she didn't believe and continued her tantrum. 

“Can yer’ shut that damn baby up?” Merle spat covering his ears. 

Shane shot him a threatening glare while Glenn stayed preoccupied with the distraught girl. “Hey, it's okay. I’m coming back,” He insisted holding her tightly at his hip, “I promise you, sweet girl.” 

“No, b-b-but dada promise too a-a-and h-he,” She stopped herself, sobs erupting from her small body. 

“I know sweet girl, I know. But I’ll be back I know I will.” Glenn placed her on the back of the RV, “I tell you what I’ll bring you back some of your favourite sweeties, huh? Would you like that?” 

Giddily she nodded at his proposition, “Yes! Yes!” 

“Alright, then I’ll bring back some for you, okay?” She nodded smiling cheerfully, “I love you, kid.” 

“I luv you too, dumbass,” y/n giggled. 

Glenn looked around cautiously hoping no one heard that “Hey sweet girl you can't say that.” 

“W-what? Why?” the child began to cry again, “Y-y-you say it.” 

“I know b-but its adult words okay? Not y/n words. When you're older, alright?” She nodded her head again kissing his cheeks softly and hugging him. “Thank you, sweet girl. I’ll see you soon,” He kissed the top of her head and started towards the car smiling as she shouted, “With sweeties!”

The group returned hours later bearing a new man instead of Merle. Y/n waited patiently for Glenn and the aforementioned sweets. "Gen!" She screamed happily still unable to say his name fully. The man sprinted over to her, pulling her into a much-needed cuddle after the day he had. 

"It's Glenn, sweetheart," He chuckled while correcting. 

"Oh sorry Gen," She wrapped her dainty arms around his neck. 

"That's okay, sweet girl. I missed you." 

"I missed you too," She whispered before letting out a longwinded 'ew', "You stinky, Gen." 

The man smelt his shirt and nodded as the potent smell of walkers reached his nose. "I know yucky right?" 

"Yucky!" Y/n buried her face in Glenn's shirt ignoring the stench and just enjoying his company. She always became clingy like this after coming home from a run. He loved it. On runs, if he ever encountered a life-threatening situation - like the one today - he always finds himself realising how much she means to him. Glenn saw her as a little sister - one almost replacing the ones that were cruely ripped from him when this began. 

"How was it?" She inquired. 

"Not fun, sweet girl. But I got your sweeties and a nice man helped us out. Saved us," She beamed. 

"I like the good man. I'll give him two kisses when I see him. Maybe even one of my sweeties," Glenn chuckled. 

"Why two kisses, y/n?" 

"One for saving you. Two for bringing you hom," Glenn grinned contently and kissed her forehead. 

"Its home bubs with an e on the end." 

"Oh," She mumbled burying herself again. 

"Oh my God," Someone muttered as they exited the van. 

"Dad! Dad!" Carl screamed causing Glenn to snap his head in their direction. Carl came running towards the man, Rick, who had saved them in Atlanta. Y/n hadn't moved yet as she feared it was only a dream. That her dada wasn't really here. 

"Sweet girl," He pulled her out of his neck, "Look it's your dad." The child gazed over to where her brother had run to. Sure enough, it was her dad. He held Carl as he cried, looking to Y/n wanting to hold her too. 

"Dada!" She screamed jumping out of Glenn's arms dangerously. The girl scraped her knee on the way down but continued throwing herself into the hug. 

"Oh, Carl! Y/n!" She kissed all over his face childishly, "I luv you, dada." 

"I love you too, baby girl."

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The years hadn't been kind to Y/n. She lost so much. Too much in fact that it had driven her to the depts of insanity and made her do things to herself, to others that she more than resented. The first loss was her mothers. She wasn't there like Carl was but the grief burned through her still. Y/n was too young to understand it really. Just how she was when Rick supposedly died. Y/n couldn't understand where her mom had gone she just knew she had a little sister now. One she swore to protect. 

She thought she had failed that when the prison fell. The young child was on her own. Injured and lost. She wandered through the woods for days until she stumbled across a group. The group were mean and despite her resistance wouldn't let her go. They hurt her in ways she didn't and wouldn't speak of it even now. But that all changed when Daryl showed up. He protected her - stopped them from hurting her. And eventually led her back to her family. Where for the first time she began to fear her father. 

Terminus was next. The people there snatched her from her family. She was forced to watch from afar as they were guided into the crate. Rick fought against them, Carl too but it was to no use. They had sectioned her off in a playroom. Every once in a while an older woman came in to fed and played with her. She hated it. Being in this world for more than a year now she knew that people like them didn't just want to play even if she did. She learnt that from the Claimers. 

Carol found her. Although having never have been all that close to the older woman - the only relation being the closeness between y/n and Sophia - seeing her after so long made her cry out of joy. Carol was happy too as she rushed out of that place to take her to safety. The pair ended up in the woods. Carol had stopped a moment ago to clean the dirt from her face, "lemme help." 

The girl sat up from where she was put down and cupped some water splashing it on Carol's face. Carol flinched as the water hit her, "Uh thank you." 

"Welcome," She looked away getting distracted by the nearing sound of footsteps. 

"Get behind me, y/n," Carol ordered to which she shook her head. 

"No it dada," She ran away from the woman and towards the group. 

"Y/n come back here!" Y/n continued ignoring Carols pleas and crashed herself into the back of Rick's legs. 

The father shot around and began to cry as he saw the child he thought he lost at his feet. "Oh, baby!" He collected the girl in his arms. Carl rushed to them too happy to see her alive after Gareth claimed he killed her. "Oh y/n, never leave me again, okay?" He looked directly into her matching blue eyes, "Promise me." 

"I promise, dada." 

Later Carol led them to Judith. Y/n was over the moon and refused to let her out of her sight, which was exactly what Rick was doing too. They found the church a while after. There they had some semblance of peace. She was glad to have Glenn back - Maggie too. Along with the new people although Eugene was a bit weird. 

At the church was also when the questions started. Daryl had told Rick about the group they were with and regretfully had to inform the father how she was there before him. Rick asked y/n - begged her - to tell her what happened. But she refused. She couldn't say what happened. What they did, which just made Rick fear more. Eventually, she spoke a little about it. She was vague and could barely string two words together without crying. He hated it. He hated how this was a reality for his daughter. He saw the bruises they left. And he couldn't understand how someone could touch his child. Or how he could be so powerless to stop it. 

Bob died. She didn't really know the man but it still upset her. Beth too. Although she was a lot closer to her. Beth was one of her only friends and was someone who would look after her when her father couldn't. They bonded and now she was gone. 

After Beth's demise, they spent lots of time on the road. They suffered, almost died countless times but they prevailed. They got stronger - she got stronger. And they eventually found Alexandria. There everything was good again like how it was at the prison or even before this hell. She liked it there and didn't understand why the others were so sceptical. 

Though that didn't last for long. Y/n began to hate the place when Carl got shot. Alexandria almost stole her brother from her. So she despised it. She refused to leave her brother's side as he adjusted to his injury. Yes, he found it annoying how she wouldn't leave him be and he often snapped at her. But she was there when he needed her. Despite the age difference and the many years of memories they had lost to this fight, she understood his pain. When he saw himself as ugly, a monster even, she made him think otherwise. She kept him afloat, which he was eternally thankful for. 

Glenn was next. 

She didn't believe it even after she was forced to see it with her own two eyes. She was next to Glenn in the lineup. She had to watch up close. Y/n had to be mocked by that man. She had to stay the whole night with her best friends brains on her face. After that night she blamed herself. She told herself that if Negan was just one person off she would be dead and he would live. He would get to see his child born and grow old with Maggie like they had spoken about. She wholeheartedly believed he deserved to live over her. 

The war with Negan shook her to the core. At the time his face filled her nightmares. He just looked so normal. He looked nice even. Yet he hurt and he hurt and he hurt. 

He killed her Glenn. And then Carl. It wasn't Negans fault although she did blame him. Carl had gotten bit. Y/n held his hand as he died in that tunnel as the home they had built above them fell. She got a letter too - even though she would rather have preferred to have her brother back. In the letter, Carl told her how proud he was of her - how thankful he was to have her as a sister. He told her to protect Judith, their dad and Michonne, who she had recently begun to call momma. 

After Carl's death, y/n shut herself from the world well everyone except her father. For days she would cry until she couldn't anymore. She would scream and scream until her voice was gone. She just didn't understand why it had to be Carl? Why mom? Why Glenn? Why Beth? Why was it never her? The following weeks she found herself wishing it would be her next. She could never bring herself to say it out loud but with any battle, any fight, anything, she wished it would be her. 

So when she lost her father her whole world fell apart. He was her consistent so why did he leave her? She was at the bridge that day. Daryl held her crying frame as Rick set off that final shot blowing him and the walkers off the bridge. Y/n Grimes' father was dead. 

She stayed in Alexandria for a while afterwards. For the sole reason to protect her siblings. Yes, siblings - plural. Somehow through all the bad some good came from it. She just wished her father and Carl could've seen it. RJ Grimes came into this world 9 months later. And he was perfect. For months she would assist in taking care of him as Michonne wasn't doing the greatest without the love of her life. Truth be told neither was y/n she was just better at hiding it. 

Until one night it all became too much. Y/n didn't know how it happened but she found herself balancing on the edge of her window. She wanted to jump - to end it. But she just couldn't will herself to do it. And when Daryl showed up she knew she couldn't. "Hey step away from ta window, alrigh'," The man ordered as he saw her shaking frame rocking back and forth. 

"I-i can't," She sobbed. 

"Ye' ya can. Jus' step back I'll catch ya," Daryl moved closer but paused when she shouted to stop. 

"I can't, Daryl. They're all gone. They're all dead," The tears clouded her eyes. She shut them tightly picturing her families faces wanting so badly to join them. 

"Please jus' step back, y/n. Yer' not alone. I'm here," He croaked the tears floating down his cheeks, "Don't jump." 

"I love you, Daryl." 

"I love ya too, okay? So step away from the window," He watched as she turned her head slightly catching his eyes. 

"I love you but I can't. Tell mom, RJ and Judy I love them as well." 

Suddenly she went to fall forward but Daryl reacted quicker. He gripped her waist pulling her into the room unwilling to release his grasp. "Yer' not leaving me," He told her as she cried into his shoulder, "Yer' cant leave me." Overhearing the chaos, Michonne entered her daughter's room to see the window wide open and the two of them crying. Daryl looked at her. The look telling her all she needed to know. Michonne began to cry herself and joined them on the ground. 

"Y/n?" A small voice called from the door frame. 

"Judith go back to bed, okay?" Michonne told her but Judith continued towards her sister. The girl said nothing as she wiped her sister's tears and held her hand.

It was 5 years later now. After her attempt, she left Alexandria with Daryl in search of her father. She didn't believe he was alive despite everything inside her wanting to. But Daryl did and after what happened they became a lot closer. He was happy she joined him. Even though the act of being out there was gruelling at times he was glad he could look after her. And if something would've happened to her while he was gone he could never have forgiven himself. Understandably Michonne was angry that y/n decided to leave. Y/n was her daughter and Michone her mother. They needed each other but she was willing to let Y/n leave to figure that out. It brought her peace looking for her father. 

The silence was her favourite and as Daryl wasn't much of a talker she got lots of it. They got a dog too, which Daryl cleverly named Dog. Everything was a messed up version of okay but it was still good. Being out there made her find her purpose. She went home a lot more than Daryl did, which pleased her siblings and mother. It was always for a few days never longer as she feared she'd stay forever and she couldn't. As much as Alexandria is good it also drives y/n to a dark place. One she was in that night. She lost so much there. And staring at those four walls drove her insane. It didn't help how Negan was imprisoned there. Just thinking how close he was made her skin crawl. She knew how Rick visited him when he was alive that he believed Carl was right about the killing. That it had to stop. Y/n knew he was right too but she could never bring herself to one admit or two face Negan. 

It felt like a story she read as a child when the Whisperers showed up. Like Negan, they scared her. So when she was told about his escape she only assumed the worst. The Whisperers took so many from them. Like Enid for example. Her story was cut short because of them. The two never really spoke but she understood how she and Carl felt for each other at a time. So ultimately it felt like she lost her final piece of Carl when she died. Y/n wished she had spoken to her when she could've. She wished she could've heard the untold stories they shared. She needed to know about Carl's final years with her. But now she's gone too along with those memories. 

The war with the Whisperers took everything from them. The Kingdom. Hilltop. Alexandria. Along with the lives they lost in the process. With the group separated she found herself protecting Judy and RJ. Michonne had gone. Where she had gone to, y/n had no idea. For a messed up reason, she began to prepare herself for her mother's death before it was even announced. That was until she got the call. She was okay and... apparently so was Rick. 

Disbelief was what hit her first. She couldn't hear his voice nor see his face so how could she know it was true. Michonne didn't know either she couldn't if he was really there, still alive. That night of the call she left. Without hesitation, she kissed RJ and Judith's heads, told them she loved them and told them to tell everyone else that and left. She left in the direction Michonne had told her. 

She left to find her father. And she knew she wouldn't return until she did. "I'm coming, dad."

[kumzume]

glam ft. todoroki shotō [smhub]

wc. 2.8k :3

warnings. ownership, soft-ish!dom reader, edging, v v lowkey pet play (u call him bunny lol), quiet whiny shoto, begging, miss k*nk (?), slight humiliation k*nk, crying, um

an. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY S WORD I HOPE ITS OK I DIDNT GET ANYONE TO BETA IT SO IF THERE ARE ISSUES M SO SORRY LOVE YALL TY FOR WAITING

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shoto todoroki was so pretty.

it wasn’t like he wasn’t aware — he’d heard the whispers amongst the girls back at U.A. about how attractive he was. that didn’t keep him from believing those words, his insecurities gripping him so tightly that he was unable to even imagine that anyone found him remotely appealing.

that is, until he met you.

when you first transferred into 3-A, the class was thrown into an uproar. you were beautiful, kind, and funny with a powerful quirk to boot! and yet, you never believed that you were better than anyone else, always treating every single person with respect — even bakugou (shoto couldn’t even pretend to understand how you did it but still, the behavior was so undeniably you).

it was all of your remarkable traits that ended up being shoto’s downfall. he believed you were way out of his league — you deserved someone emotionally available and sweet, things that todoroki felt, no knew, he was not. besides, with every single guy in the nearest vicinity falling for you, he knew he didn’t even have a chance.

so, shoto resigned himself to observe you from afar, watching your interactions with his closest friends and classmates, wishing that he could make you smile as wide as kirishima and deku or laugh as hard as sero and denki.

he knew he didn’t measure up and while he tried to make himself okay with that, he felt jealousy bubbling up beneath his skin when he observed shinsou helping you with your homework or bakugou training with you after school.

of course, he realized he didn’t belong to you or you to him and he had no real reason to be envious of whoever you chose to spend your time with but that didn’t stop him from fucking his hand late at night at the thought of you hovering over him, pressing soft kisses to his mangled scar and calling him beautiful.

shoto came embarrassingly quick with that fantasy, the shame and disappointment overwhelming him to the point where he’d purposefully ignored you for days after.

he could tell you were hurt by his behavior — he wasn’t entirely oblivious — but he knew it was for the best. you deserved so much more than him.

the both of you graduated and moved on to your respective agencies, shoto swiftly making his way up to the number 2 spot while you sat comfortably at number 17. neither of you saw each other very often but when you did, conversation was stilted and a bit awkward due to the intense attraction and inability to act on it on shoto’s part.

shoto was willing to go the rest of his life like this; seeing you briefly in passing, stumbling through a discussion with much difficulty, and then returning to his penthouse to hump his pillow and cry out your name.

it was a pretty good system for the most part. shoto had no worries about ever having to face his feelings for you and was content to live out his days suppressing his inner turmoil just for you.

unfortunately, the universe hates him.

at least that’s what he told himself as he stood in the center of a boardroom next to you, clad in your hero outfits and listening to instructions on an upcoming mission that required you and shoto to work together. alone. for days at a time.

what the fuck.

to be honest, shoto completely tuned out the minute he heard “one bedroom,” his mind racing with all the horribly tempting ways his fantasies could play out.

by the time the meeting was over, he was hard in his pants and entirely distracted as you attempted to make friendly small talk about your mission. shoto sort of felt like he should apologize for being an absolute brick wall, giving you curt one word answers until you decided to leave him alone.

he felt bad but what else could he do when you stood there, wearing your obscene hero costume that revealed way too much of your skin?

well, shoto was being a little dramatic but that’s how he felt! your suit was a play on the playboy bunny costume but instead of being black leather (he thinks he would actually die if you wore leather in front of him), it was a white, lightweight fabric that helped with your quirk.

it was entirely too sexy and reminded him a little too much of one of his secret kinks that he was determined to never let see the light of day.

it was going to be ok! he reasoned. all he had to do was do his job, ignore you like he’s done for the past 3 years and everything would be just fine — right?

wrong. so fucking wrong.

the mission had gone well on all accounts. you both had kicked ass, much to your enjoyment, and were able to go back home a day early!

you were so excited to finally be back in your own bed and away from the weird tension that being around todoroki brought. it wasn’t that you didn’t like him — in fact it was quite the opposite.

you found shoto alluring and gorgeous, his awkward yet endearing mannerisms drawing you further into the mystery that was shoto todoroki. regrettably, it didn’t seem like the man in question was on the same page.

every time you tried to speak with him, he would either stutter and blush or refuse to look you in the eye and give you one-word answers. it was actually ridiculously cute but he would always disappear the first chance he got.

it hurt but you weren’t one to push boundaries where you weren’t wanted.

that’s why that night, instead of going back up to the room to watch tv (uncomfortably, might i add) and knocking yourself out, you decided to go down to the bar and celebrate a job well done.

one of the perks of being a relatively unknown hero was that you could enjoy a night in public without anyone approaching you, a luxury you knew not many top 20 heroes could afford.

with that thought — and the memory of the stifling hotel room awaiting you upstairs — in mind, you made your way to the sparsely populated bar, sitting down and immediately requesting a drink (bourbon, on the rocks).

you scanned the area, counting the number of exits and patrons before your eyes landed on the handsome bartender down at the other end of the counter.

with curly brown hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could kill, there was no way you could lie to yourself and say he was unattractive. even as your mind briefly entertained the notion of taking the brunette out into the alley and fucking him within an inch of his life, your heart just wasn’t in it.

your mind just couldn’t stop drifting to the tall, dual-haired, oh so pretty, man who was (inadvertently) waiting for you upstairs. of course, you weren’t even his to wait for but you didn’t know how to keep from imagining that he was.

a deep sigh escaped your parted lips before you downed the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn it left as it went down your throat. it was getting late and you weren’t planning on spending your night alone with the janitor.

you sent the cute bartender a soft smile while pressing a crisp $20 to the counter. he sent you his own grin back as his eyes trailed down your body clad in your tight hero suit, licking his plump lips in arousal.

you were flattered, truly, but you were a little occupied with getting back to your room, changing into some comfortable pajamas and conking the fuck out.

the trip back up to your room was long and arduous to your sore body, the elevators being out of commission leaving you to take the stairs.

by the time you were at your door, you were so worn out that you were ready to collapse but before you could manage placing your key against the lock, something caught your ear.

“p-please miss,” a breathy moan of your name followed by a wet slapping noise rang out through the door. “i’ll be your perfect bunny, just let m-me cum, please-!!”

holy fuck.

shoto todoroki, the man you’d been crushing on since your years at UA was now touching himself to the thought of you doing god know what to him and he was calling you miss?

you felt heat flood your core, your knees buckling under the heavy weight of your lust. now braced against the door, you leaned your ear against the wood, determined to hear exactly what was getting him off.

more wet noises permeated through the walls — did he just spit in his palm??? — before a long whine left his pretty pink lips.

“m-miss, i belong to you, y-you own me,” he gasped, the creaking of the bed just barely audible beneath his wavering voice.

by now, you knew you’d soaked through the crotch of your hero costume, your clit throbbing painfully beneath the fabric of your panties. you also knew you should turn around, head back to the bar and order another drink, leaving shoto to finish himself off but you couldn’t.

your feet were implanted in place, ear glued against the door as you listened to your partner masturbate to the thought of you owning him.

quietly, you lifted the hand gripping your key to the door, allowing the touchpad to register before slowly pushing the door open.

the sight that greeted you was otherworldly.

the blinds were parted allowing a dreamy haze of moonlight to envelop the room, casting the pale man before you in a somehow whimsical light.

he was stripped down to nothing, lying on his back with a hand wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock, furiously stroking himself to completion.

the plump lips that you had spent so much time admiring were parted, allowing whines and whimpers to leave them sporadically as his lithe hips bucked up into his hand.

shoto’s eyes were clenched shut so he was unable to see your dumbfounded, painfully aroused face as you crept into the room, leaning against the wall with your hand pressed to your mouth.

it wasn’t as though you’d never seen a man naked before — you’d had your fair share of men naked in your bed begging for you — but this was something else.

this was shoto — somehow more intimidating than anyone else you’d ever brought to bed and yet you’ve never wanted anyone more.

which is why you were almost surprised at yourself when you opened your mouth and whispered, “stop.”

immediately, shoto’s eyes shot open, wide with fear and apprehension as he lied there frozen, his hand still wrapped tightly around his girth.

the both of you stood there staring at one another, neither of you able to move. you let yourself have this moment to look at him, your eyes tracking all over his muscular form before landing on his length, not missing how it twitched under your gaze.

“i-“ shoto started but he was quickly interrupted by your own voice. “s’this what you do when i’m gone? touch yourself to the thought of me? you’re so dirty bunny.”

it was impossible to hide the low groan that echoed out in the hotel room, shoto’s cheeks burning red in humiliation. a grin crept across your face as you made your way towards him, giggling to yourself at the way he moved up and away from you on the bed.

“now you’re trying to hide, bunny? you weren’t hiding when you were moaning out my name.” your hand slid up his thigh until it was resting on his sharp hipbone, an abrupt gasp leaving his chest.

your hand continued its trajectory, fingers trailing across his tummy before coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

“o-oh fuck, miss—“ a thick drop of precum leaked from his slit and onto your awaiting hand as a low moan departed from the dual-haired boy.

one of his hands shot out to hold yours, drawing your attention to his heterochromatic gaze. shoto’s eyes held so much emotion, small tears already littering his lashline while the moonlight illuminated his crimson scar. he was ethereal.

“pretty,” you hummed, giving him a gentle smile while your hand squeezed his in reassurance. you’d had enough experience to know that that kind of comment was guaranteed to get some kind of vulnerability but what you were not expecting was the expletive shoto muttered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

immediately, he was over-enthusiastic, his lips and teeth clashing with yours messily, almost painfully, before you took control of the kiss, slowing shoto down before slipping your tongue inside his mouth.

his quiet groan vibrated into the kiss as you deliberately laid him down, resting his back against the pillows. from there, you had more access to his body, your lips trailing down to his neck while your hand took its place back on his length, lazily pumping him up and down.

“m-miss!” shoto choked, his eyes widening yet again, holding you with his stare. you chose not to respond, instead stroking him quicker while pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“miss,” he tried again, this time more deliberately. “p-please tell me i’m yours...”

with him asking so sweetly, a few tears leaking from his gorgeous eyes at the overwhelming moment, how were you supposed to deny him?

“of course bunny,” you purred, leaning down to peck his nose, sending shivers through his body. “you are mine.”

shoto’s reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as he felt his pleasure begin to crest, determined to push him over the edge.

you, of course, noticed his body’s response and quickly pulled your hand off of him, painfully ripping his orgasm from his grasp. a disappointed whimper resonated throughout the room as shoto’s eyes found yours, staring at you with such betrayal that you almost found it funny.

“c’mon bunny,” you moved until you were kneeling between his legs, your hands leaving featherlight touches to his inner thighs. “you can hold out for me, right?”

shoto nodded before he could stop himself, desperate for anything you would give him.

besides, it couldn’t be that hard to hold off, right?

...

wrong. so very wrong.

it had only been 30 minutes but it felt like 2 hours since you started playing with him and keeping him from coming.

shoto was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both hands tangled in his bi-colored locks, eyes squeezed shut with tear tracks now drying on his cheeks and his cock standing fully at attention.

it was purple, throbbing, and covered in precum as you licked a stripe up the side making shoto sob in pleasure.

he had never been harder in his life and he was certain that he would just die if you didn’t let him cum soon.

“p-please, please, miss, please, let me cum,” he babbled, shaking his head mindlessly while bucking his hips up into the warm heat of your mouth.

you chose to ignore his pleas while you moved your mouth over his tip, sucking hard while your hand pumped what wasn’t in your mouth.

“a-ah-!!” shoto shrieked, his back bowing off the bed, his orgasm coming on so hard and so fast that he felt like he was going to explode. “c-can’t hold back m-miss, i can’t, i can’t!”

your hand continued to pick up speed before you pulled your mouth off of him, toying with his tip while leaning up to breathe into his ear.

“cum for me bunny. you’re mine.”

with a cry of your name, shoto came, thick spurts of cum covering his abs, chest and thighs as his body convulsed under the weight of his bliss.

it was the most all encompassing orgasm he’d ever had and you, his former classmate, current partner, and future lover, was beside him through it all, helping him ride it out.

in the back of his mind, shoto knew he should be at least a little worried about how your relationship was going to change after all of this but he couldn’t bring himself to care. you were here and now, bringing him the most pleasure he’d ever undergone with nothing but kind words and a smile, filling his touchstarved heart with heat and, dare he say it, love.

shoto may not have been the funniest or the most open but you chose him, even if it was just for the night. and now that he unlocked how much he loved you, nothing else mattered — just you and him.

as he collapsed back into the sheets, his head just barely registering the cool rag wiping him down, he took pride in how he finally admitted it to himself; shoto loved you and he would be damned if he let anyone else take him away from you.

now, all he had to do was tell you but that was a conversation for another day.

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