#this is so yummy i am eating *through tears*

[cherryjuicegf]

the way radovid chose the mask for just a moment and the mask immediately chose him back, just like jaskier immediately chose him when he was sincere. but when he changed his mind and wanted to leave it wasn't as easy and the mask clinged so hard upon him that it doomed him forever. it's like hate and betrayal is easier than love and sincerity, and more dangerous. the regret, the love was there but didn't change anything. and all that jaskier is aware of now is radovid's betrayal for the crown. for whom will it matter now that the love was there?

#the way it's all about DESTINY and avoiding it because of love but what if the love wasn't enough. what if fate is controlled by others. #and how foolish was he to think that he a prince during a war could control his fate and have time to ponder on the side he will choose. #gahhh TRAGEDY ENJOYERS WHEN #this is so yummy i am eating *through tears* #the witcher #radovid #radskier #s3 spoilers

[nina-ya]

HI BBYYYYYYYY first off, your writing is so good and yummy I'm literally eating so well I think about your Sanji wound patching nightly on god no CAP

But uhh, if it's alright, maybe, if you want, no pressure, may I have a wound patching for Doffy? You can toss me in the trash if the answer is no dw 💗 /g

Patching up Doflamingos Wounds

Zoro Law Sanji Shanks Ace Luffy Sabo Doflamingo

A/N: UMIIIIIIII I'm glad you enjoyed the Sanji one I am going to only write Sanji from now on just for you /hj OF COURSE YOU CAN GET DOFLAMINGO I went uh a bit in a different direction with this one I COULDNT HELP MYSELF AAAAA I HOPE YOU LIKE IT Pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader CW: Doflamingo being a manipulative shit. Choking, blood/wound licking, nicknames (my dear and good girl), bondage. WC: 954

You had devised your escape plan from the clutches of Donquixote Doflamingo, believing it to be foolproof. Weeks of relentless effort had been poured into sharpening  a minuscule shard of sea prism stone, honing it to a razor's edge. In the dead of night, while Doflamingo slept, his strings binding you to the bed right beside him, you began sawing through the tough restraints with your treasured shard.

As you regained the use of your limbs, you inched your way toward the slumbering blonde, heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. With a quick, calculated movement, you drove the shard deep into his chest, holding your breath to stifle any sound. Your heart raced as you bolted away from him, fleeing as far and fast as your legs could carry you.

In your eyes, the plan was flawless. The sea prism shard would nullify his devil fruit's powers, rendering him defenseless and too weakened to give chase. But oh, how cruelly naive you had been. You didn't make it far before the telltale sensation of Doflamingo's viscous strings coiled tightly around your throat. In an instant, your air supply was cut off, your vision clouded, and the world faded to darkness.

You gradually regained consciousness, your surroundings coming into focus as you blinked away the haze. The disheartening truth was undeniable; you were back in Doflamingo's bedroom, ensnared in his clutches. Your hands and feet were cruelly bound to the bedposts, leaving you utterly defenseless. Disorientation and fear clouded your thoughts.

Doflamingo, the sadistic puppet master himself, lounged in a chair nearby, legs casually spread apart. The wound you'd inflicted on his chest remained untreated, seeping with crimson life essence that painted a morbid tapestry across his abdomen. 

"Fufufufu, look who's finally decided to rejoin the living," he taunted with a malicious grin.

The stark realization of your failed plan set your heart pounding relentlessly. Tears welled in your eyes, and you felt the beginnings of panic swell within you.

Doflamingo's laughter mocked your despair. "You know, I have to admit, that was quite the creative plan you hatched," he continued, his sinister delight in your agony palpable. He extended his puppeteer strings to encircle your head, forcing you to meet his sinister gaze. "That scheme might have had a chance to succeed... against anyone but me." His fingers tightened around the sea prism stone shard before extracting it from his chest, the gleaming relic of your failed attempt. Blood gushed more profusely from the grievous wound, painting the shard in a scarlet hue. "Where did you get this, my dear?" he inquired, his tone deceptive in its casual cruelty.

Overwhelmed by terror, you stammered out your answer, voice quivering with desperation. "I found it on the street! A marine was wielding a weapon coated with sea prism stone, and a piece chipped off, so I... I took it!" Each word felt like a desperate plea to loosen his stranglehold on your body.

His laughter echoed through the room, a haunting noise in response to your futile struggle. "You're smarter than you appear," he commented, setting the shard aside before using his threads to forcefully draw you toward him. Your body knelt between his outstretched legs, vulnerable and at his mercy. "However, your audacity has consequences." He reached out to your face, his fingers tracing your skin with an eerie tenderness. "I could punish you severely for this act... condemn you to perpetual darkness, deprive you of sustenance, sell you into servitude to the wretched and abandon you to decay..." His hand paused in its exploration. "But you've treated me well. I've grown rather fond of you, wouldn't you agree?"

Your voice trembled with fear and pain, words stumbling from your lips. "Yes... I just want to treat you well," you whispered, tears and blood mixing in a gruesome display as they dripped onto the floor. Submission was your only option, the torment too much to bear.

"Good," he declared, an evil glint in his eyes. "You can begin by cleaning up the mess you've created." He motioned to the wound on his chest, your confusion now apparent.

Doflamingo yanked on the strings again, forcing you to lurch forward until your face hovered dangerously close to the wound. "Clean it," he ordered, a command that left no room for refusal. You reluctantly understand his demand, leaning closer to the source of your torment. Your mouth opens, and your tongue timidly grazes the edge of the cut, the taste of metallic blood overpowering your senses. You trace the contours of the wound, the sickening flavor and texture nearly making you retch.

An involuntary cough escapes you as you swallow the blood, your body shivering from the overwhelming emotions. After what feels like an eternity, Doflamingo releases you, using his threads to neatly stitch up his wound. He raises your head, his gaze locking onto your soul. With a cruel grin, he leans in closer.

"You won't dare to act so foolishly again, will you?" he demands, his icy eyes drilling into yours. You respond with a frantic shake of your head, desperation evident in your eyes. He seems satisfied with your answer, a cruel chuckle escaping him. "Good girl... that's the response I wanted."

Before you can react, he closes the gap between your lips and his in a forceful, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, a familiar intrusion that you've grown numb to. He moans, savoring the sensations and flavors. When he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva lingers, a vile reminder of your powerlessness.

"You'll need to do much more to make it up to me," he states ominously, your heart sinking at the promise of what awaits you.

#one piece #one piece x reader #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo x reader

[edosianorchids901]

Drifting With Every Wind

Ace Omens Hugfest 2024 prompt - "smiling into a hug"

Athens, 450 BC

Aziraphale looked around anxiously, twisting his hands together. His heart beat far too quickly, and he couldn’t quite catch his breath. No matter what he did, he simply couldn’t calm down.

And all the worse because there was no clear reason for it. He was simply a nervous wreck, quite close to the verge of a panic attack.

He went for another walk around the agora, trying to steady himself by studying the wares for sale. Ordinarily, that would cheer him up immensely. He loved to see the latest imports, as well as the local goods, and he’d spent many a long day contemplating the scrolls of poetry for sale.

Today, not even the thought of new reading material cheered him. He briefly contemplated a nice snack, but not even oysters or yummy bread or grapes seemed appealing right now. His tummy churned at the mere though, queasiness rising, and he let out a shaky breath. No, no snacks, not unless he wanted to be sick in front of everyone.

The thought of that made him feel even worse. Oh Heavens, what if he really did throw up in front of everyone? They would all make fun of him, understandably so, and then he would cry, and then they would make fun of him even more—

“Aziraphale, are you okay? Sounds like you’re trying to win the Olympic sport for breathing too fast.”

Aziraphale’s breaths caught, which had the effect of making him suddenly quite dizzy. He whipped around anyway, towards the demon with a perpetual questioning expression. “Crawley! Oh, I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you!”

He flung himself into Crawley’s arms, hugging him tight. A smile broke out even as he squeezed his eyes shut against tears. Oh, it was so good to see someone he knew, someone who never made fun of him in earnest.

“Whoa! Uh, hi.” A little awkward, Crawley patted his back. “Glad I showed up when I did. You looked like you were freaking out pretty bad.”

“Don’t be silly. Angels don’t ‘freak out’.” A few tears escaped, and Aziraphale clung to Crawley as a wave of shivering rushed through him. “Admittedly, I-I was having a trace of anxiety.”

Oh. He likely shouldn’t be hugging Crawley for this long. It wasn’t something they did.

He let go and stepped back, quickly dashing away the tears with one hand. Crawley gave him another quizzical look. “Just a trace, eh?”

“Mhm.” Aziraphale touched a hand to his chest, and was rather annoyed to find himself trembling. Oh, really. This was ridiculous. “Whatever are you doing here, anyway?”

“Buying wine, to start.” Crawley looked around the agora. “I stopped in at a tavern in the Piraeus after my ship docked, but I need to get a jug or two to shove in my room. Wanna go shopping with me?”

“Oh, could I?” The thought eased a great deal of Aziraphale’s nervousness, and the pressure on his chest lessened. “That would be so lovely. I’m afraid I’ve been feeling a bit…”

He sighed. Oh, it was so hard to put into words, especially when he had absolutely no idea why he was so stressed.

Crawley just gave a little sympathetic pout and beckoned to him. “C’mon. We’ll go buy stuff, and you can help me carry it back to my place.”

Quite grateful, Aziraphale accompanied him. He rolled his eyes at Crawley’s rather bad attempts to barter with the vendors, sighed when Crawley got distracted from shopping by a need to sample his wine, and chuckled when a wandering goat attempted to eat Crawley’s sandal. It was quite a nice way to get his mind off his own worries.

“Right, okay. So.” As they veered down a narrow dusty street, Crawley passed him another jug of wine and opened the door to a little house. Aziraphale struggled to adjust without dropping anything. “I’m staying here for now. It’s not exactly the most terrific part of town, but it was cheap, and Hell’s been nitpicking my expense reports.”

“Ah, of course.” Aziraphale clutched at one of the jugs of wine, trying to steady it as it slipped from his grip. “But naturally, you had to purchase a vast quantity of— oh no!”

He lost his hold on the jug, and he could only watch in horror as it plummeted towards the street. Oh, and Crawley would be angry at him, and then Aziraphale would cry because Crawley was angry at him, and then—

“Whoops, my bad.” Crawley grabbed the jug before it could hit the ground. “You wanna come in and have a glass?”

Aziraphale stared at him, lip trembling. “You… you’re not angry with me for dropping it?”

“Wot? No? I’m the one who handed it to you without making sure you had a good hold on it.” Crawley shouldered inside and set the jug down, then took the other two that Aziraphale was still carrying. “Why would I be angry with you?”

“Because… because I always fail at everything?” Tears welled again, and Aziraphale suddenly found himself unable to breathe. “G-Gabriel said…”

“Ohhhhhh. Okay. I get it.” With a soft hiss, Crawley stepped closer and took Aziraphale’s arms in a surprisingly gentle grip. Aziraphale looked at him in confusion. “I’m not like the Archangels, Aziraphale. You don’t have to measure up to impossible standards or some shit, not when you’re with me. Okay?”

“Well, the… the Archangels are good, and just, and everything.” Aziraphale cleared his throat, trying not to see Crawley’s skeptical look. “But thank you. I, um. Admit that I get more than a trace anxious sometimes.”

“Yeah, I kinda got that.” Crawley gave a kind smile, then jerked his head towards a cushioned couch. “I sprang for the good couch. Come on. Let’s go sit.”

“Oh, um. Yes, that would be lovely. But…” Swallowing hard, Aziraphale searched the demon’s face. Crawley gave him an inquisitive look. “Could I by any chance hug you again?”

“Oh! Sure.” Looking slightly embarrassed at the prospect, Crawley opened his arms.

Aziraphale stepped into the embrace, closing his eyes. He smiled again as Crawley hugged him close, his heartbeat slowing. Here, with his friend, his anxiety eased until it really was only a trace.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #art #ace omens hugfest 2024

[yourfatherlucifer]

New Paradigm (San)

Vampire!Choi San x afab!reader

>>Walking home sick from a friends house was a dumb idea, especially late at night. A creature of the night, a vampire, had been stalking you. His vulnerable, his weak and yummy prey. Oh, the perfect meal. It was too easy. Yet..someone else was watching, was it your savior? Or your doom?<<

Warnings: violence in the beginning

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Yeah, this was such a stupid idea. I should’ve gone with her advice and taken a cab home. But you know, my dumbass had to be stubborn and say, ‘oh no it’s alright, I can manage the pain, it’s short walk home anyway.’

It’s freezing, it’s creepy, there’s no one on the streets it seems like. I could call a cab, if it wasn’t so late now. If only I called one 10 minutes ago while services were still running!

God, my stomach hurts so bad.

Slouching over on the sidewalk, holding my stomach in pain, “Fuck, what did I do to deserve this.” I groaned.

An empty can of soda was rolled in front of my feet. It’s bright orange color reflected from the dim streetlights

What a weird can.

A cats shriek from the alley across from me could be heard all around myself. Creepy. Whatever, I’ll just igno-

“Hello~”

A shriek of my own left my cold lips, cold from the frosty air.

“Oh my fuck!” A hand was held in front my heart, it wouldn’t do anything to stop it from leaping out of my chest, but that’s alright.

“Don’t do that!” I stared at the sudden individual. Where did he come from?

His hair was a dark brown, his eyes were a creepy dull red, must’ve been wearing contacts to scare people. What a freak.

“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t ya? What are you doing out here all alone? Haven’t you been watching the news?” He trailed a very sharp fingernail down my jawline, to the middle of my throat.

I stepped back.

“Please stop. I just wanna go home!”

He pulled me closer to him, burying his face in my neck, “That’s too bad, my dear. You smell divine, a perfect, vulnerable meal just for me~!”

He cackled like a hyena in my ear.

I tried to pull away, I could feel his mouth slacking open.

Tears poured down my face, “Please! Stop! Somebody help me!”

His teeth pressed against my throat, but before he could do anything, he was pulled away from me. A growl left his throat, but before he could fight back, an arm broke through his chest, heart in hand.

I screamed in fear, but couldn’t bring myself to move.

The arm retracted, “You dare, on my turf, hunt humans? You dare defy the higher ones?”

A beautiful man, his shining black hair reflected in the light from the lamppost.

He bore teeth sharper than a K9’s.

His red eyes. He had red eyes too. Fangs..he’s a vampire. And so is the, well, now lifeless body.

I guarantee my fear could be smelled from a mile away or less. I was terrified. I mean it’s a vampire for fucks sake!

Finally able to move myself, I turned on my left foot to run, but then, couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Footsteps approached me from behind, “What? I don’t get a thank you, human?”

The voice wasn’t deep but wasn’t soft either. It was a sort husky-like voice. I felt no danger, but I just couldn’t move.

“I-I..” my voice betrayed me by trembling in shock.

“That’s okay. I was gonna kill him anyway. You don’t disrespect a higher one. What a pathetic excuse he was for a vampire.” He chuckled.

He moved in front of me, I could see his cat-like eyes, shaped like an almond.

“My name is Choi San, call me San. Obviously I am a vampire.” The man now known as San smiled, I could see the tips of his fangs.

“I’m Y/N..thank you for helping me.” I stared at the ground, too nervous to look at him. He was ethereal in my eyes. A man of beauty.

He nodded before stepping back from me, “Well, I must be going now, as good as you smell, I refuse to eat humans on my territory,” shoving his hands in his pockets, “Don’t come down this road so late anymore.”

“Okay, I won’t, thank you.”

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

As he walked into the night, I wondered if I really would ever see him again.

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NO PART TWO

Tag list: @starillusion13 @thishastwentyletters @babesindestroyland @san-realblkwife

#Choi San #vampire San #vampire ateez #vampire San x reader #San x reader #choi san x reader #ateez x reader #ateez

[messycunt]

Savanaclaw period kink hcs

partially inspired by an ask sent from a good friend that I am working on answering!!!!

I wrote these on my phone lol

you can find something similar w malleus here

cw: afab reader duh, period kink, blood kink, noncon, somnophilia, dacryphilia, manipulation, coercion, panty sniffing,

Being beastmen these 3 would be able to tell when you're on your period wo you having to tell them so i wanted to throw some thoughts out there revolving around that >:3c

Leona:

Lion beastmen don’t go into heat technically, not seasonally anyway so that's one less thing you should have to worry about when it comes to Leona

But you don't need to know that

Keeping you under the lie that he does go into heat monthly and it just so happens to coincide w your period at first as an excuse to keep you as far away from him while you're moody and irritable because it scares him he doesn't wanna have to deal with you

Then it turned into something else…

Sure he feels the obligation to respect you and all that and although any mood swings if any you go through do make him feel a little on edge at the end of the day he is much stronger than you so he really has nothing to worry about

Outta these 3 he's the most likely to bring up the idea of fucking you while you're still bleeding wo easing you into it and probably the only one that would force you if you say no to it

He doesn't care if you think it's "gross" or "embarrassing" or "hurts too much because you are completely sore and achey from the waist down" shut up let him take you

Though your whining does get on his nerves he does think you look prettiest w glassy wet eyes and hyperventilating from sobbing so much

He's gotta fuck you atleast 3 times when he going through his "heat" so you must understand, surely as a future princess you wouldn't want to disregard your soon to be husband's needs would you?

Poor Ruggie btw he 100% is leaving the mess of blood cum and tears for that boy to clean

He would definitely force you to suck him off, eat you out and then make out w you but who doesn't love a strawberry milkshake :3c

all that to say big rude lion man is big and rude who would have guessed

Ruggie:

Being a male hyena means Ruggie is submissive to you in general, whether you're a dominant person or not, so sensing that you're going through your cycle bumps that up to 11

He’s extra cuddly for some reason? Keeps mumbling about how you smell so good and he cant get enough of you

Willing to do any and everything for you

Want breakfast in bed? He's on it

Need something to keep you warm? What about someone instead! He’s an excellent cuddler and he can purr to boot!

Your cramps are bothering you? Well this may sound weird but he knows just the thing to take care of that … just pull your bottoms down, lay back on this towel and let your good ole bud Ruggie take care of the rest.

He would try his hardest to finesse his way into getting you to let him go the whole mile wo making you uncomfortable he doesn't wanna scare you off or anything!

You know he makes for a great service top you wouldn't even have to do a thing! and don't worry about making a mess either if anything leaks out he'll clean it up no problem

If you don't wanna go through with anything penetrative that's ok too, he wouldn't mind settling got a quick 69 and could always let him fuck your thighs just so that you're even and you don't owe him any favors later on ofc!

But you know if you do go through with it he would be sure to make you something realllllly yummy to snack on afterwards

He may or may not have thought about fucking you on Leonas bed and making a huge mess of it but he'd drop dead b4 telling you to your face

Jack:

Jack smells your period coming before you even notice so no need for a menstrual tracking app when this wolfboy is your bf!

Just like Ruggie it's not just sexual to him he feels the need to take care of you in general

Would cuddle you if you ask but still keeps up the tsundere act and it all “tch I’m only doing this cus you kept askin’ ok?” about it but his tail is wagging real hard and he’s quick to shove your head into his chest so you can’t see the huge wolfish grin being so close to you puts on his face

Like I said he wants to do his best to take care of you in his own standoffish way but he does let his horny instincts get the best of him at times

You know that thing dogs do where they sniff your crotch real hard …yea

It's v common to wake up to him shoving his face between your thighs, not even bothering to try getting you undressed, and sniffing you so loud that the sound alone is most likely what woke you

He's not trying to be creepy by taking advantage of you while you're unconscious honest! he just wanted to indulge himself when he knew it would bother you the least that just happened to be when you where asleep don't get mad at him :<

Defo the type to take the panties that you discarded after bleeding through them out of the trash and use them to get off

not even just to smell I'm talking slobbering all over them and wrapping them around his dick typa getting off

If you ever caught him he'd melt into a puppy puddle right then and there

He's a desperate perv not a shameless one ok!! The last thing he needs is for you to think lowly of him!!!

11.16.22 - more

#wrk! #leona x reader #ruggie x reader #jack howl x reader #twst #blood #dark content #twisted wonderland headcannons #hcs! #twst x reader #smut #afab reader

[venusinthepentagram]

☆＊・you’ve got mail!:

♪ diluc headcanons!

contains: afab/fem reader, chubby reader, breeding, slight exhibitionism, humiliation, dacryphilia, power imbalance, use of sir and master, diluc is so yummy

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

diluc is a respectable gentleman on the outside and a degenerate on the inside.

much like childe, doesn’t shave his body hair. not out of spite (like SOMEONE) but simply because he doesn’t feel the need to and doesn’t have the time to shave off the sheer amount that he’s grown. very thick armpit hair, pubes, etc……….

his cock is about 7.5 inches hard and so thick one hand alone won’t fit around it. so girthy and heavy it tilts downwards even when he’s hard as a rock. very good for smacking your face and pussy with though.

very rarely does he jack off but he did directly after you first met him!! it was during his *nightly activities* in which he found you getting attacked by some hydro slimes :( he beat them off with ease but his dick was hard as soon as his eyes turned to you. on the ground, you were covered in slime juices, barely wearing anything, and looking up at him so sweetly. diluc just couldn’t help himself!! such an adorable little thing with legs spread and dripping in the thick substance. it would’ve made any man lose control.

he’s definitely a hard dom and expects you to follow all the rules he sets out for you. make and eat breakfast with him every morning, stand up straight, always say ‘yes sir’ and ‘no sir’, come when he calls for you, no back talk, always ask for his permission to do things, and so on. punishments will be doled out based on the severity of your shortcomings.

the spankings and edging are the easiest out of the bunch. take it like a good girl and apologize and you’ll be done!! but the lectures and disappointed sighs make your tummy drop. both because you hate disappointing him and because you know something worse will come afterwards.

for example, you leave the house without asking or telling anyone where you’re going. you come back hours later while the suns setting. diluc is guaranteed to be sitting on the porch with arms and legs crossed. he’ll send you a glare and a sigh before standing and making sure you take note of how big he is compared to you. he’s over six feet of muscle with biceps that can (and do) crush skulls. you’ll be ushered inside and up to his office. once there, the door will be shut and locked behind the two of you. then the lecture begins.

“it’s not often you disappoint me so heavily. why did you do so today?” he starts. “i am good to you, am i not? have i been lacking in any department? do you have any complaints to air out?” he’ll saunter over to his office chair and sit making space for you in front of him. “kneel. that’s an easy command to follow for a girl as foolish and dumb as you.” if you’re too slow, he’ll push you to the floor. “such a stupid little thing. i know there isn’t much in this skull of yours,” he taps your head harshly, “but to think you’d pull such a stunt. i am beyond ashamed.” you’ll whimper slightly which only earns another glare. “stay silent. i don’t want to hear a thing out of your mouth. now, i’ve already decided your punishment.” nervousness runs through your veins as you shift slightly. “since it was kaeya of all people you left me to see, you’re going to tell him this,” diluc raises the pitch of his voice mockingly, “kaeya im not allowed to see you for a bit. i didn’t tell master diluc i was going out to visit you because i’m no good at listening. i hurt his heart with my decisions and i feel terrible about it. i should’ve been a good girl and told him but i was bad and didn’t.” shame built in your stomach. “you will not apologize to him. i’ll be there to make sure you do it right.”

loves humiliating you clearly. diluc is an important man so you shall never do such a thing to him but he has so much fun watching you tear up and comply regardless. at the end of the day, you are still his good and sweet little girl.

his main interests are, obviously humiliation and dacryphilia, as well as ropes, breeding, and power imbalance. his cock does twitch in his pants every time you call him ‘master’ or ‘sir’ he seriously eats it up. just enjoys knowing he could control you in any way or form.

is absolutely a skullfucker. cant be gentle when you’ve got your lips around him and your throat is just so tight how do you expect him to hold back? will let you bob up and down a couple times before grabbing your hair hard and slamming into your throat the same way he does your pussy. small apologies will slip past his lips but he doesn’t mean it and you know that. if it’s any consolation, one of his feet will move between your legs so you can grind your cunt onto his boot.

diluc goes MAD whenever you let him eat you out on top of his desk. his mouth will move at speeds you never thought possible, tongue and nose nudging your clit as he shoves as many fingers inside of you as he can.

he loves your jello like ass and tits but he’s a tummy and thigh man all the way. cant keep his hands off of them. if you ever wear thigh high socks or anything a bit too tight on your waist, expect to be pounded into the next century. lost his mind the first time you wore a bikini and he saw the way some of your stomach fat spill out the top. you couldn’t keep him off of you for DAYSSSS.

in regards to ropes, there is nothing more erotic to the winery master than pretty red silk ropes tied intricately across your body. even the act of tying you is overwhelmingly intimate. his hands will be everywhere checking occasionally to make sure nothing hurts too much as he adjusts and plays with knots and patterns. will hum little tunes and kiss you all over as he does it. just loves the sight of the ropes digging into the fat and rolls across your body. they just accentuate all his favourite plush features of yours.

he’s a very loving and beefy man. will do anything to please his cute dolly.

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a/n: FINALLY i talk about diluc so much my head is so full and my cunt is so wet…. literally obsessed with him OUUUGHH i could write so much more but i’m cutting it off here

this is also my FOURTH time posting this with slight edits hoping that maybe this time it’ll actually show up in tags and to those who follow me lolz sorry to anyone who saw all three previous postings of this sighhhhh

#genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #cw: breeding #cw: slight exhibitionism #cw: power imbalance #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #chubby reader #female reader #cw: dacryphilia #cw: degredation #cw: humiliation #diluc smut

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 25

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 4734

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst, Self-deprecating thoughts, Insecurities, Depression, Past Traumas, and Insecurities come to light. (Please, if you suffer from these things, seek someone trustworthy to talk to. You really aren't alone.) Although, lets toss a little Fluff in this one.

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag. Couldn't leave you all hanging and waiting for this one, especially after the last one. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. :)

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Morning came, and you glanced at the clock. It was early, not even six yet. You groaned and began hating that the place didn’t have any windows. Bubbles stretched next to you, waking up as well, then yawned.

You climbed out of bed and used your powers to change your clothes, although you kept a flannel on, this one being red, before you and Bubbles made your way to the kitchen. You wanted coffee, and you were pretty sure Bubbles was hungry. Once you set up the coffee pot, you looked over at her.

“Want me to make you something? I don’t know what dragons like to eat,” you said to her, leaning against the counter near the sink.

Bacon. It’s yummy.

You chuckled before looking in the fridge, finding a package, and then reconsidering the idea, “How about something else? It’s the last package.”

Bubbles joined you, looking in the fridge as well. You realized that you would need to pick some things up from a store soon so at least Bubbles would have something to eat. She grabbed another apple from the bottom drawer and flew over to the table, sitting on the bench seat.

“That works,” you mumbled, getting yourself a cup of coffee and sitting beside her.

What’s shopping?

You looked over at her, smiling a little as you held your cup, letting the warmth radiate through your hands. She was rather adorable, “Here we have to go to a store and buy things we need. I haven’t figured out yet how to make things taste right to just create them,” you explained.

I want to see shopping.

You couldn’t contain your giggle at that one, “I can’t take you out here. People aren’t used to seeing dragons. You would scare them.”

Your dimension is strange.

“Yeah,” you sighed, sipping your coffee, “I like yours better. The people are more accepting.”

Dean. Sam. They accepting. Talk to them.

You rolled your eyes, “They’re probably just affected by what I am,” you mumbled, looking down at your coffee.

Bubbles rolled her eyes as she chewed a bite of her apple.

Why so stubborn? They are nice. Care about you.

You glanced down at her, the sadness coming back, “They don’t even know me,” you said quietly.

So let them.

She made it seem so simple, like it was no big deal, “How am I supposed to let someone get that close, though,” you whispered, staring at the coffee in your cup.

You felt her hand on your leg, causing you to look down at her. Trust. Take a chance. Won’t hurt you. You need to be happy. Miss your smile.

Tears silently slid down your cheek, but you gave her a small smile.

“Morning. Sleep okay?” Sam asked, causing you to jump slightly.

You quickly wiped the tears and attempted to compose yourself, “Morning. I think so,” you replied, trying not to sound as sad as you felt.

Sam grabbed a cup of coffee, but he also filled yours up before he sat down across from you. You didn’t want to look directly at him. The last thing you wanted was to see him pity you because you were sad.

Not pity, concern.

“Well, at least you got some sleep,” he replied, giving you a kind smile you barely noticed.

Talk to him. He is nice. He can help.

You looked down at her, both sad and frustrated that she kept pushing you. “Yeah. I was wondering, though, would it be possible to make a trip to pick up some food. Bubbles seems to really like bacon, but I didn’t want to cook the last package that you guys had,” you brought up timidly.

“I don’t see why not. What do dragons eat anyway?” he asked you, seeming curious.

Fruit, meats, preferably cooked. Yummy stuff. Definitely bacon.

A small smile found its way to your lips, “I think she likes all kinds of things. I might need to get some things to try since our dimension has different foods than hers does,” you replied, slowly looking up at him. All you could do was pray he didn’t see how you felt.

The way he looked at you, all you could see was him pitying you, “We can do that today, whenever you’d like,” he replied.

Not pity. Concern. He is worried about you.

You did your best to see his expression as concern and not as pity, no matter how hard it was. “Why are you so concerned about me?” you asked, although it came out in a shy whisper, and you looked down at your coffee again.

He was quiet for a bit, and you figured he was thinking but couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. “You’ve been through so much in just the last week. Dean and I do our best to help people. We not only want to help you, but, we also want to get to know you. You’re special, Maria,” he finally replied, and you felt the tears threaten to fall again.

“I don’t feel very special,” you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers.

Sam sighed, “You know, you’re the first Pari we’ve ever met. We didn’t even know they existed until you,” he said, and he almost sounded slightly excited.

“No, I didn’t know,” you replied quietly.

“Mornin’ Sweetheart,” you heard Dean say as he entered the kitchen, causing you to tense up instantly.

“Morning,” you managed, but it came out as a mumble, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

Every time he called you that, you felt both your heart flutter and a pit in your stomach. It felt pleasant and uncomfortable, and you weren’t sure why. It also scared the hell out of you. Your thoughts wandered a bit. After your accident, when your powers began, you’d resigned to being alone. Who would ever accept you and want you for you? 

“Why do you get like that around him?” Sam asked, pulling you from your thoughts. You didn’t even notice that Dean had left the kitchen.

You took a shaky breath, then shrugged slightly, still looking down at the table, “I’m scared,” you said, quieter than a whisper. Astaria had said that you’d have to make a choice, and Bubbles seemed to trust the two of them, so you decided to take a chance.

“What are you scared of?” he asked, and his soft tone was somewhat comforting to you, but it also hurt.

Bubbles climbed into your lap, and you rested your hand on her back, not looking up at Sam. Having her there helped at least calm you down a bit, but you felt terrified to open up to him, to anyone who hadn’t been related to you. It had even taken you months before you had opened up to Sarah at work that you had powers.

“Okay, let me try that again. I know Rowena probably said a lot of things to you, things to make Dean and me look like bad people who couldn’t be trusted,” he paused, “Dean and I have had to make some hard choices in the past. We lost people, good people, in the process. The two of us have even been killed a few times along the way.”

Them dying before surprised you to the point where you looked up at him, “You died before?” you asked, confused. Usually, when people die, they don’t come back, let alone several times.

He chuckled a little, “Yeah. Somehow, Dean and I have always managed to find a way back, though.” He let out another sigh, “When it comes to Rowena, she’ll tell you what she wants so that she gets what she wants. She’ll even pretend to be your friend and care about you.”

You stared at him for a few minutes, too many emotions flashing in your eyes before you looked back down at the table. “I guess I just don’t know what to think or believe,” you mumbled. He seemed genuine, so you felt like the least you could do was be honest with him, even if you couldn’t look at him. Rowena and Crowly had said a lot, and you really didn’t know what was true anymore.

“I’m not upset or mad at you. I just don’t know what to say or do to help you believe me. Dean and I just want to keep you safe. That’s our first priority. We’d also like to get to know you, outside of keeping you safe,” he told you, and again, his tone was soft.

You still couldn’t look up at him, and you’d already finished your second cup of coffee. When he started speaking again, it pulled you from your thoughts. 

“Okay. When Dean brought up bringing you here that night at the bar, did he just make you go, taking you against your consent, or did he ask you if you’d come here?” he asked, making you honestly think about his question.

“He asked me,” you replied quietly.

“He left the decision up to you. Now, when Rowena wanted to talk to you, did she do the same?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow.

“No, she didn’t,” you answered, still quietly. It was something you hadn’t thought about and now you felt horrible for not thinking about that.

“That’s the kind of thing I’m talking about. We’re not going to force anything on you, including staying here. If you’d rather be at your home back in Arizona, we wouldn’t stop you,” he told you gently.

That was when the tears fell, and you completely looked away from him, trying to wipe them from your cheeks as fast as they fell. When he said what he did, you just couldn’t hold the tears in anymore. You still couldn’t fully understand why they were so kind to you, knowing what you were and what you could do.

When Sam sat next to you and pulled you into a hug, you lost it, burying your face in his chest and holding onto his shirt. 

Finally. Bubbles’ thought to you as she woke up but stayed in your lap.

You let it all out and just cried. Being held felt more comforting than you wanted to admit, and those walls you’d built to keep yourself from ever getting close to anyone came crashing down. The way he gently rubbed your back as your body shook with sobs helped you let it all out. The men that had been in and out of your life hadn’t been the best interactions. It wasn’t that you’d ever been abused or hurt. You just hadn’t been comforted by a man, not even by your father growing up.

You didn’t even notice that Dean had returned to the kitchen but had stayed in the doorway, just silently watching some of the interaction. You also didn’t see how Sam had nodded to him before Dean left the two of you alone.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Sam told you gently, “You’re not alone in all this crazy mess. I know it might feel that way and it’s scary to let people get close, especially a couple of strangers as weird as me and Dean are. But, I can promise you that you’re safe here with us.”

His words only made you cry harder. No man had been like this with you, not even as a friend. It felt both pleasant and heartbreaking. You weren’t sure how long you cried before he spoke again, and it was still with that gentle tone he’d been using, “I know you’re probably having some trust issues, with Rowena just taking you yesterday. I had wanted to give you that hex bag earlier, but you were sleeping when I finished making them. We had been worried she’d show up and try something. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it sooner.”

You almost wanted him to stop talking, as everything he said only made you feel worse. Rowena taking you as she had did make you question the brothers when it came to them keeping you safe. Now, it was like he was apologizing for it, and you felt horrible. “I’m sorry,” you finally mumbled but didn’t pull away.

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for. After everything that’s happened to you in the last week, I’m surprised you aren’t worse off,” he told you, still gently rubbing your back.

You sniffled a little and pulled away, mostly to dry your eyes and cheeks, “I’m sorry I questioned you and Dean. I didn’t think about it the way you brought it up,” you admitted to him quietly. “I feel bad.”

He gave you a compassionate smile, “You still don’t have to apologize. We honestly just want you to feel comfortable while you’re here if you want to stay.” Sam paused momentarily before continuing, “Is there anything you want me to tell Dean? I understand you’re scared, and I don’t want you to feel obligated to talk to him if you don’t want to.”

That made you look up at him, and you knew you couldn’t keep how sad you felt out of your eyes, “I’m scared because Astaria had told me that I met my soulmate recently. It’s you, Dean, or Crowley. And that… terrifies me,” you whispered.

“I can tell you that it’s not me. And I can prove that if you let me touch your hand. It might help you not be so scared,” he offered, again with that gentle tone.

You thought for a moment. It would at least rule out one of the three of them. So, after a moment, you nodded your head. Sam moved his hand from your back to the hand you had on his shirt, which you hadn’t even realized you were still holding onto. He gave you a soft, reassuring smile as he gently squeezed your hand. Both of you missed Bubbles smile.

“See, no reaction. That’s how you find out, letting someone touch your skin,” he explained softly, “There’s no rush, though, if you want to find out about Dean. When you’re ready, okay?”

It was strange, but his hand on yours just felt, well, normal. It partially reassured you, but now it was down to Dean or Crowly. That still scared the hell out of you. You didn’t want it to be Crowley. Then again, it being Dean also scared the hell out of you. 

Yeah, you were generally a happy person who loved laughter and smiled a lot, although it was only for friends. A part of you had always been sad. You kept your heart tucked away, so you never got that close to anyone. You didn’t want to go through the heartache of getting close to someone just to be rejected for being different.

You nodded a little at what Sam had said before getting up, Bubbles flying so that she was next to you, “I think I’m gonna take a nap,” you whispered. 

“We’ll be here when you wake up,” he replied, giving you another soft smile before you and Bubbles headed out of the kitchen.

As you walked through the war room, you barely glanced over at Dean and felt horrible. He was sitting there alone having his coffee, and you felt like it was your fault. Like, somehow, it was you that he was avoiding, even after what Sam had said. Then, at the same time, you wanted to go cry in his arms and tell him how sorry you were that you were the cause of his pain. None of it made any sense to you, and the conflicting thoughts only made you want to cry more.

Sleep will help.

You closed your bedroom door and crawled under the covers, hugging your pillow again as more tears fell. Bubbles stayed close to you, comforting you with physical contact until you fell into a dreamless sleep. 

Three and a half hours later, you slowly woke up, Bubbles curled up next to you. You debated staying in bed. You still felt emotional, just not as tired. If you got out of bed, you’d have to be around the two of them. You didn’t mind being around Sam so much anymore since there had been no reaction to the contact. It was Dean you were still worried about. 

If it was him, would it be awkward, would things get weird, would he not feel anything, would he reject me? Or would it be the opposite of all of that?

You worry too much.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at Bubbles, “Maybe you don’t worry enough,” you told her, only partially teasingly.

She yawned and stretched. I worry about what should be worried about. Dean is not something to worry about.

That made you chuckle a little, “Okay, smartass. Why shouldn’t I worry about Dean then?”

Touch his hand, or let him touch yours. Stop overthinking everything.

At her suggestion, you felt your heart rate increase. Why couldn’t you just get past the fear of it all? Although you knew why, you’d spent the last five years convincing yourself that no one would want you, and it wasn’t like you could just change that overnight.

“You make it sound so easy,” you mumbled through a sigh.

It is easy. You are scared. That is normal. How long will you stay scared?

You groaned and climbed out of bed, “Can you hear all my thoughts?”

As our bond gets stronger, I hear more, and so will you. Similar to soulmates.

Great, you thought to yourself, now my thoughts aren’t even private. Then you thought you saw her try not to laugh, causing you to roll your eyes again, “I’m getting something to eat. Are you hungry too?”

Since the brothers are awake, can I have bacon now?

Well, she definitely knew how to make you laugh, and you did, “We’ll ask, how’s that?”

Bubbles nodded in approval and flew out of your room, almost seeming to act like she did the day you met her, playful like a puppy or kitten. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips or the happiness you felt. It only grew when you saw her practically dancing on the table in front of Dean.

Bacon.

You couldn’t stifle the giggle hearing her, but when Dean looked up at you, goosebumps danced down your body, and your heart fluttered. There was a sparkle in his green eyes, and his whole face seemed to light up with his smile when he looked up at you.

“You hungry too, Sweetheart?” Dean asked you, and Bubbles turned to look at you, smiling.

Don’t be nervous, you told yourself, attempting to take a deep breath, “I, uh, a little,” you stuttered. When he chuckled, you did your best not to smile, but it was difficult, and all of a sudden, you felt shy.

“Come on. I’ll make you two some lunch,” Dean replied as he got up and headed toward the kitchen, still smiling.

You glanced at Sam, who gave you a reassuring smile. At least you were beginning to differentiate Sam’s body language. You finally took a shaky breath and nodded slightly toward Sam before going into the kitchen. Bubbles flew over your head when you reached the kitchen opening. She landed on the center island to watch Dean cook.

He had already pulled out the pans to cook with and was grabbing some seasonings, so you headed over to the fridge, wanting to help. You grabbed the bacon since you knew for sure he would be cooking it.

“What else did you need?” you asked, trying your best not to sound shy.

“The eggs and butter. I know it’s technically lunchtime, but I figured you and Bubbles would enjoy some breakfast,” he replied.

It almost made you jump, with as close as he sounded. You set the package of bacon on top of the carton of eggs, then grabbed the butter before gently nudging the door closed with your foot. When you turned around, he was standing at the stove, less than a few feet from you.

“I won’t bite, I promise,” he said with a wink.

You felt as though you were blushing, hoped you weren’t or that he would notice as you turned toward the counter next to him and set the items down.

You’re impossible.

Your head snapped around, and you glared at Bubbles. He’s hot. I’m allowed to be impossible. 

Now, you’d never heard a dragon laugh before. Although, you’d never heard any animal laugh before. Bubbles laughter was adorable and infectious, causing you to laugh right along with her.

“Did I miss something?” Dean asked, somewhat confused, although he was clearly attempting not to laugh.

“He can’t hear you?” you asked Bubbles, now confused.

He can hear me when I let him. 

“Oh,” was about the only word you could say at that point. It wasn’t like having a familiar came with an instruction manual.

“So, she can talk to you without me hearing her. Cool,” Dean said, then turned back to his task.

Both of you cook, together.

Again, you felt like you would blush to your toes, and you missed Dean's happy smirk since his back was to you.

There’s not enough room, you thought to her.

There’s plenty of room. Gotta get closer. She smirked, and you glared at her again.

“I won’t bite,” Dean told you, and it sounded like he was attempting to be playful with you.

You took another deep breath before turning toward him. “What can I help with?” you asked, attempting to summon a modicum of courage.

He glanced over at you and was still smiling, although you couldn’t figure out why, “The plates are in the cabinet, forks are in the drawer. Want to grab enough for four?”

As he explained, he had motioned with his head where things were at. Getting those things meant getting even closer than you were. Being only five-two, you were short compared to the brothers. 

“I think I can do that,” you replied quietly, noticing his smile getting a little bigger.

You looked up at the cabinet, biting your lip nervously before opening it. Of course, the plates would be on the far left, causing you to get much closer to Dean than you had been. Your shoulders were practically touching as you stood on your tiptoes to reach the plates. You grabbed two, set them on the counter, then reached up for the other two. Since you were only in socks, your feet slipped a little on the floor.

Dean instantly reached over and grabbed your hips, keeping you from falling. Your hands had gone into the air, but you had also slightly twisted sideways. So, now you were facing Dean, your hands on his shoulders, his hands on your hips, and your eyes were locked on each other.

“Sorry…” you mumbled.

“How about I get the plates, you get the silverware,” he offered gently, “And you don’t have to apologize. I won’t let you fall if I can help it.”

He made sure you were sturdy on your feet before he let go of you. You weren’t sure what to feel at that moment. There was relief because he wasn’t so close anymore, but there was also a feeling of wanting to be close to him again. It was annoying.

“You okay, Sweetheart?” he asked, setting the other two plates on the counter.

“Uh, yeah,” you replied, snapping out of your thoughts to retrieve the silverware as he began cooking. “Was there anything else you needed help with?” you asked, a bit shyly.

Mmmm. Bacon.

Both of you chuckled, then looked at each other before you turned away, attempting a deep breath. The smile never left his lips, though, as you blushed and looked away, “Just the paper towels. They’re by the coffee pot.”

Bubbles watched you as you retrieved the paper towels and set them on the counter for Dean. He quickly pulled your hand away as he reached for them. You weren’t ready—at least, that was how you felt.

He said he wouldn’t bite.

You looked over and glared at her again. Even her words in your mind had been in a sarcastic, smartass tone. You did notice how Dean chuckled, which meant he had probably heard her, too.

Ever wonder why he can hear me, too?

“No,” you grumbled, then leaned on the island, crossed your arms, and looked more at the floor than anywhere else.

Sam can’t hear me.

“So,” you again grumbled quietly.

Dean glanced over his shoulder at you before he started cooking the eggs. “What seasonings do you like on your eggs, Sweetheart?” he asked.

You looked up at him, “Oh, uh, just some salt and garlic.”

“What about you, Bubbles? I’ll make yours scrambled, so they’re easier for you to eat,” he asked without turning around.

Make ‘em yummy. You’re a good cook.

He chuckled, and you couldn’t help but smile a little, “Thank you, Bubbles,” he told her, and you could have sworn the tips of his ears turned a little pink, almost like he was blushing or embarrassed.

You then realized that the times he had made you something to eat, you’d never even told him that, and instantly felt terrible, “She’s right. You are a good cook,” you said quietly, feeling a mixture of nervousness and shyness. This time though, you watched his ears turn a darker shade of pink.

“Thanks, Sweetheart,” he replied, although he seemed to stay concentrated on what he was doing.

From where you were leaning on the counter, you used your powers to put away the items he no longer needed, like the empty package from the bacon that went into the garbage. He did jump a little as it floated through the air, and you instantly felt terrible.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor and gently setting the other objects down where they had been.

He plated up the eggs he’d cooked, along with some toast and bacon, before he turned to you, “Hey, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m just not used to things moving around on their own unless it’s from something trying to kill me, and the objects are barreling toward me.”

His soft tone made you look up at him, and your entire demeanor showed how bad you felt.

She needs a hug.

“I agree,” Dean said softly.

You wanted to glare at her, but you knew she was right. Although you were petrified at being that close to him, he slowly closed the distance, which was only a few feet, but then he stopped and sighed.

“I wish you weren’t so afraid I’m going to hurt you,” he said fairly quietly. This time, though, you almost felt how sad he was. “I’m not gonna push you. I just wanted to comfort you.”

Hearing his sadness, something in you almost broke, and you wanted to make it go away so he wouldn’t feel that. Instinctively, you reached out and grabbed his hand when he turned away from you, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe.

Bout damn time.

Both of you laughed, but you didn’t let go of his hand. The hurt, the pain, and even the sadness you’d been feeling started melting away. You couldn’t even describe what it felt like when you touched his hand. Many words came to mind: safe, kind, comfortable, relaxing. None of them seemed right, though, like it was more profound than that.

“No matter how much I want to keep holding your hand, I have to finish cooking,” he told you softly, and you couldn’t even place how to describe the way he was looking at you.

That was when Sam walked into the kitchen, “Took you two long enough,” he chuckled before grabbing the spatula out of Dean’s other hand, “I got this. Why don’t you two go talk?” 

A deep blush quickly reached your cheeks, and you looked shyly away from Dean. 

“Oh, Bubbles gets scrambled eggs with some salt, pepper, and garlic. Go light though, and make sure to add a little milk to the eggs before you cook ‘em,” Dean told his brother before he grabbed the plate he’d already set up for you. Then, he led you out to the library, still holding your hand.

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[gryffindormischief]

Hey if you are still looking for requests for Hinny fluff can you please write something about Harry being hit on by muggles and him being confused because he is not “the chosen one” in the muggle world, and Ginny having to explain that he is good looking?

A/N: idk what even happened to this lol xD I hope it brings a laugh or two.

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"That looks amazing on you.”

Harry startles and turns, putting an end to his examination of his own reflection. “I - thanks.”

Refocusing, Harry fumbles for the tag. It’s a bit too pricey, honestly. He just saw it on the mannequin in the window and Harry nearly mistook it for Sirius. It feels childish, really, to impulse buy a coat because it reminds him of his godfather.

Then again he does need - 

“Especially with your styling.”

His fan club has grown - two women linger just off to the side, watching. All Harry can think is this is one of those fancy shops where salespeople earn commissions.

“I’m not quite sure but - ”

“Well you should be,” the dark haired woman steps closer and brushes her hand over his shoulders, “It fits like a glove.”

Harry stiffens and sidesteps away, pulling the jacket off and reclaiming his own. “What’s your return policy?”

“Return - ” shoulder toucher shoots a glance toward her friend, “Oh well we actually don’t work here.”

Harry pauses his retelling and ruffles his hair.

“So then what happened?” Ginny prompts.

“They asked me to dinner!” Harry yelps, earning a couple of odd glances from patrons nearby.

Dinner arrives and Harry barely registers any of it until his napkin-bundled silverware nudges his hand. “It actually is dinner time Potter.”

Harry glances up at Ginny, who’s currently buttering a roll, apparently without a care in the world. “Why are you - ”

“Did you buy the jacket?” Ginny asks, eyes rolling back a bit when she bites into her roll. “You won’t like these - I’ll go ahead and eat them. Spare you.”

“You aren’t - ”

“Surprised? Upset?”

He grabs a roll and breaks off a piece, the scent of baked cheddar tickling his nostrils. “Well. Yeah. I was,” a pause while he chews - the roll and the thought, “it was a muggle shop!”

Ginny finally does look surprised and perhaps a bit upset, pausing halfway through her second roll to stare across the dimly lit table. “Are you - ” she blinks slowly, “You’re not fucking with me?”

“Well - ”

“Don’t say ‘not currently’ and wriggle your eyebrows.”

Harry pouts.

“Do you not know you’re fit?” Ginny finally asks after a few false starts.

“I’m alright - less scrawny than I was at Hogwarts,” Harry shrugs, sipping his cider.

“No I mean you’re fit Harry,” Ginny says with a shake of her head, “Like brooding rockstar throw you my knickers fit - you get knickers owled to you!”

“Maybe don’t shout that in a muggle pub, dear,” Harry laughs, “But really that’s my point. Those women didn’t know I’m The Boy Who Lived. I get knickers because of my reputation.”

The waiter chooses that beautifully perfect moment to check in about the status of their entrees and Harry barely manages to carry on the back and forth. It’s essentially a one man conversation as Ginny has dissolved into giggles and poor Henry is blushing head to toe.

Once he departs with promises of imminent food delivery and a refresher on their drinks and Ginny’s tears let up enough for her to dab them away, she pins him with a long look. “Harry, Boy Who Lived or no, you are an absolute treat for the eyes.”

“I’m a treat?” Harry smirks.

“Delicious,” Ginny nods with an answering grin.

“Yummy?”

“I could eat you up,” Ginny confirms with an exaggerated wink.

“Am I lickable?”

A choking sound followed by the clattering of some dinnerware comes from somewhere over Harry’s shoulder and he turns to find Henry covered in what appears to luckily be two fresh ciders as opposed to a roast chicken and accompanying sides.

When said meal does appear, a nervous busboy does the honors, and later the expected bill is brought by Fatima, who apologizes for Henry’s abrupt ‘personal emergency’ and subsequent departure before the close of their dinner.

#blarg writes things #hinny #hinny fic #harry x ginny #blarg writes hinny

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

You managed to make me tear up two times,the first when I first stumbled on this beautiful piece and the second with the new update.I just love the amount of angsty this IF has.

AND.... I, REALLY, REALLY wanna eat your writing it's just so yummy and beautiful I can't describe it with my crappy vocabulary but it's just CHEF KISS😤❤️.

Really,it's so good that I was very sad to be hit with "thanks for reading " 🥹🥹.you did amazing on the inn scene,I liked mother/mentor and really felt that comfort the MC was finally having after all the terrible events she(or they) has gone through and I can clearly see how and why the MC later has this objective of finding her,you portrayed it very well from the few scenes we had with her in my opinion and yeah amazing job author 😊!

just a question though :

when we choose to be traumatized,does that mean we have all the phobias? cause I saw some panic plus touch afraid text flavour?

Hello,

Omg thank you, 😭. Your kind words mean so much to me!

I am also so very relieved to hear that you liked mother/mentor, since the key to the story is MC wanting to find her I knew I had to make it so that the reader would understand why and actually might even relate to MC by loving her too. I hate the flaw in some games and stories that I read that I need to find or take care of someone who I personally feel nothing for.

As for your question, yes and no. You do get all of the phobias but you also get unique traumatized trait dialogue in key parts later in the story.

I hope you stay tuned! Once I fix the stat screen issues I will add the ending to the inn scene. 💙

#omwat #OMWAT #ask #mother

[eshtaresht]

GUYS GUYS I CAN'T KSODKLSOSL!!!1!!1LKDKJ;;S !!!l1JK!::kKD;P SOSKSLSPSODS A;SDOKDLAD I CAN'T EVEN FORM WORDS

spoilers for ep 12 (and a bit for trigun in general) and my overexited ramblings under the cut

you know an episode will be good when where's no opening

so, the twins are meant to be characterized straightforward in every anime adaptation, ig. it's not bad, but the manga twists their personalities 180° and it adds SO MUCH nuance (I'll talk about this at length some day)

tbh I had to pause for laughter when knives was YEETED outta the gate (I have sense of humor of a five year old)

everybody already said everything, but still. OG HAIR COMEBACK OMG AHRAHAAKFJDlahjddjha!!!!!!!! ;!!! ;! and not only hair, but the whole characterization this episode was much closer to trimax vash, and not just sadboy depressive bbg

MERYL/REM PARALLELS LETS GOOOO!!! like, I guessed this would happen, but the visuals, the tension and pure GRATITUDE in vash's voice when he was able to break free from his mental prison... we're eating good

speaking of eating, I CAN'T get over that moment when vash deadass BIT KNIVES. that's peak sibling behavior, he's literally fighting tooth and nail over there

also mashwood is so real tonight!! love love love meryl&nico interactions in stampede, they barely spoke to each other in other versions! and the look of relief on vash's face when he sees nico skedaddling away with meryl!!! he's so glad that they're gonna be okay and that nico made the right choice and came back to help, if briefly. interstingly, he was able to remember everyone, but after the explosion at the end he still lost his memory.

and THE WINGS, DUDE!!!! it gives the finale of trimax, when they both had only one wing left..... still missing feathers, but I love the diversity with knives's, eh... knives, and vash's energy/void or whatever that is, I support it

he's so pathetic even when he looks cool, homeboy had NO control when he used his wing for the first time... cudos for learning new powers on the spot tho

ow ow ow that scene with the military hurt... and he couldn't even save them!

"why are you like that, vash?" "I'm vash the stampede" "IT'S BEEN OVER A CENTURY AND THIS IS THE BEST YOU COULD CAME UP WITH" same here, knives, he's hopeless. I anticipated that moment, but it probably hits even hard for stampede onlys

angel arm!!! tho it's not that angelic now... how are we gonna call it? I take suggestions. rip arm and coat, I feel like we'll actually get a more trimax leaning design next season!

to all the ppl (myself included) who wanted to see vash cry properly... are you happy? ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY??? after the last episode, after all the mental torture knives put him through, vash still doesn't want to hurt him and, just like knives, can't handle the distance between them.......... I am inconsolable. and as much as knives wanted to break vash, it hurts him so much to see those tears irl....... but he just can't stop, because they're both SO FUCKING STUBBORN and it already took to much to get there and he just can't. stop. now.

"nai is dead, you killed him" first of all, *sounds of screaming crying throwing up*. second of all, his name is million knives, vash, stop deadnaming your brother/j

the death scene itself.... oh it's soo good and yummy. I know this mf isn't fully dead and conrad will fix him, but still. he can have a second death of self as a treat

btw, gotta adress my earlier theory about "happy birthday" being metaphorical. no, it is in fact July 21st, and tristamp lasted about two months in universe. still pretty hard for me to believe, it felt five times shorter due to the pacing. but it is what it is: I'm esht and I was wrong, I'm singing the esht wrong song

and just as I thought this would be the end of it, WE GOT A FLASH FORWARD THAT HAD BASICALLY EVERYTHING WE WERE HOPING FOR AND MORE

RAISED BOUNTY! MERYL GIRLBOSSIFICATION!! a hint at insurance society (tho that was more of a threat and she's still a journalist). MILLY CONFIRMATION!!! ERIKS' LACK OF ARM AND AMNESIA!!!! EARTH FLEET AND CHRONICA!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

IT'S GONNA BE GOOD SEASON 2 IS GONNA BE EVEN BETTER I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONE MARROW

#this episode destroyed me #but when it also gave me life and hope in the future of stampede #cause it's not great. it's definitely good but has problems. I'll wait for the entire dub to come out so I can binge it and analyse properl #but the ending is great and I honestly think that the 2nd season could fix things and become better #let 'em cook is what I'm saying #I need to process all of this. might draw something #trigun stampede #trigun #vash the stampede #vash #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun stampede spoilers #millions knives #trigun spoilers #wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson

[engageconversations]

Boucheron and Veyle

I was inspired by kindness, spicy food and big soft hearts. From the randomness of my brain; Boucheron and Veyle.

SUPPORT C

Boucheron: (Sob, sniff, sniff) Why does fate have to be so cruel? 

Veyle: (Runs in) I heard someone crying. Oh it is you Boucheron, is something wrong?

Boucheron: I am sorry for worrying you Lady Veyle, I am alright. I was just crying over this story. A young man fights to defend his country and unbeknownst to him, his father is the leader of the enemy army, and he only finds this out after he has killed him. (Sniff)

Veyle: That does sound sad. I think I would cry too. 

Boucheron: Really? Thank you Lady Veyle, sometimes I think I am too sensitive.

Veyle: I do not think so, being sensitive means being caring. I do not think that you can care too much. Oh no! Your book is all wet! It is like the book is crying.

Boucheron: That is not uncommon for my books. The pages end up wrinkling eventually and the print runs. Excuse me Lady Veyle, I need to go and dry my book. (Departs)

Veyle: There has to be some way to help him. 

SUPPORT B

Veyle: Boucheron! Boucheron! (Runs over) I have a solution to your problem!

Boucheron: I am sorry Lady Veyle I do not know what you are referring to.

Veyle: No, I am sorry, I got excited and forgot to say. I have an idea how to stop you crying so your books stay dry. 

Boucheron: Really? That would be helpful.

Veyle: When you start to feel sad, eat this.

Boucheron: What is this? Oh, it is candy, it looks delicious.

Veyle: When you eat this you will feel happy because it is so yummy.

Boucheron: Tasty candy does make me happy. I will give it a try. Thank you Lady Veyle. (Eats candy) WHAT IS THIS! It is so hot that I am dripping with sweat!

Veyle: It is a spicy candy. They are my favourite. Oh no! You are sweaty! The book would still get wet but not from tears but from sweat. I am sorry.

Boucheron: It is not your fault. You were only trying to help. Now if you would excuse me, I need to go and jump in the fishing pond. (Runs off)

SUPPORT A

Veyle: I am so sorry about the other day. I tried to help but ended up making things worse.

Boucheron: There is no need to apologise. You were trying to help me, I appreciate that. 

Veyle: I thought about you crying and getting your books wet again, maybe we could protect the book from your tears. 

Boucheron: Protect the book from my tears, I like the approach but how would I do that?

Veyle: At first I thought about using a little cup to catch your tears then I realised that you may have difficulty turning the page with your hands full.

Boucheron: It was not a bad idea, just a little impractical. 

Veyle: Then I thought about a see through shield for the book. You hook the sheet of glass over the top of the book and your tears will land on the glass rather than the pages.

Boucheron: Hey, that's a good idea. I will definitely give it a try. You could sell these and ensure that other softies don't soak their books.

Veyle: I do not think anyone has a bigger and softer heart than you.

#fire emblem engage #veyle fire emblem #fe veyle #boucheron fire emblem #fe boucheron #fe engage

[takecareluv]

𓏲 ࣪₊diary entry : june twenty-ninth  .ᐟ

this summer's had a bit of a rocky start; with more rain than sun, my mood has certainly reflected that of mother nature's. and while i've had moments of sunshine peaking through the grey clouds in my mind, there's ultimately been a great deal of darkness — thunderous thoughts keeping me awake all night, with raindrop like tears that inevitably follow. i keep checking the forecast over and over again to see if the sun will soon return, but i realize it isn't up to the little app on my phone; scrolling won't change the present moment, and it certainly can't determine the unpredictable unstable some would even say patterns of both mother nature, and i. i can't wait another day, week or month for the sun to come out because the weather, like our emotions, are never for certain — and change as quick as a strike of lightning. so, rain or shine, it is important to make the most out of every day.

finally, amidst the storm, i see clear skies. i see the light peaking through the gloom in my eyes. and although i know rain will always return, whether we like it or not, i understand now it helps to cleanse the soul. like flowers, we cannot grow without a little showers. so instead i will embrace it — i will splash through the puddles and dance happily in the rain.

꒰ 📖 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

today was definitely full of clear skies for me, and fortunately mother nature too. . .ᵕ̈

first thing in the morning, i got up and did all my usual morning ritual — making my bed, brushing my teeth, doing my hair and skincare ++ putting on spf !! — all of which i can honestly say i have not been the best at for the last week or so. with that being said, this on it's own was an accomplishment for me & my first win of the day :3

⤷ always celebrate the small wins ! ! ! they are what lead to even bigger and better things in the future ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

after giving my puppies some quick cuddles, i got dressed in my pink pilates princess uniform ( because yes, i always feel more motivated when everything is cute / 'aesthetic' . i can't help it. it's what i blame my shopping addiction on ) and then i went on a hot girl walk around my neighborhood while i listened to some lana del rey classics <3 ( today i walked 1.8 miles ! ) i'm especially proud of myself for doing this because my anxiety started to kick in this morning and i was having a bit of an internal battle over whether i wanted to go on a walk or stay in bed. in the past i've always let the devil on my shoulder, or should i say fear, control me, and even today i almost let my negative thoughts take over, but i didn't let them win. i pushed through them, even when they put up one hell of a fight.

⤷ gentle reminder : it's never going to be the easy option, but it's the one your future self will thank you for.

coming home from my walk, i could practically hear my stomach talking to me and she was begging for food . . . so for today's breakfast, i decided to make myself scrambled eggs and gluten free toast topped with peanut butter & bananas + freshly squeezed lemon water :p so so yummy !!!!

⤷ i try my best to always start my day with a protein filled meal! it stabilizes your blood sugar, preventing you from crashing, which would otherwise make you feel hungry and tired quite quickly after eating.

to complete my peaceful but productive morning, i did a twenty minute meditation using this video ( which ultimately turned into an hour long nap. . . whoopsies )

& that was my morning ! i completed all of this before 10:30 a.m. ᵎᵎ which may not seem like a lot to some, or nothing out of the ordinary, but seeing as i've barely been conscious before noon recently, this was an achievement for me (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

p.s. it amazes me how much you can actually get done in the morning when you wake up early . . .

. . .

⌗ °. •♡ today’s affirmations 𓂃

i believe in myself .

i am filled with radiant light and love .

i prioritize my wellbeing .

i trust that i am heading in the right direction .

i am proud of myself and my achievements .

i give myself permission to shine bright .

. . .

xoxo, meg 💌

#𐐪♡︎₊˚ dear diary 𓂃 #personal

[tmema]

11, 17, 39 & kind of a toughie but,,, in the best most well meaning way: 25 <3 KEESES MWAH love u jo hope ur night is going a bit better <3333

11.) what is one song that’s able to bring you to tears? my dearest friend and enemy by tamino is the newst addition to the list. but overall you and me and the 10,000 wars by the indigo girls is my go-to when i need a good cry. i have most definitely mentioned it before but it feels so much like home and being homesick and warm and safe and faraway... love it <3

17.) what’s your favorite painting? and describe how it makes you feel? as per usual it's impossible for me to pick just one but i've narrowed it down to my top 2 (my no. 1 + hon. mention tbh)

Jusepe de Ribera, Maria Maddalena in Meditazione - easily one of the most formative paintings i have ever seen. i can't remember when i first saw it, but if you made me pick one painting it would probably be this one. the way mary magdelene gazes down at the skull, holding it in her hand, holding it up to her as if it can gaze back... i think the painting is meant to be sad (haven't revisited any biblical texts since for almost a decade so idk) and there is grief there but most of all i think this is a quiet and tender painting. on a personal note, i have a generally positive association with skull imagery and am fond of them, so i guess the feeling i get from this painting...is a very quiet, tender love. even if it's the kind that's only in passing that you feel for someone you've never met, never could have met, but have encountered at this moment in some way nonetheless.

Vincent van Gogh, Wheat Fields after the Rain - if someone asked me what painting most reminds me of home, i would definitely say this. it's not the *closest* approximation to the area i grew up in looks like but if i would want someone to see my home through my eyes it would be this painting. it's just so... peaceful, warm with a cool breeze that makes you shiver if you linger in the shade a touch too long. like late spring or early summer with the slight variation in colors and sky brushed with clouds. it's what i want summer to be. it's the parts of the warmer seasons i look forward to. before the smothering heat and the smoke from forest fires that chokes out the air even if it has to wait til august to do so, there are cool nights and it's not too hot to stand under the sun and there's a promise of a thunderstorm a few days away <3 it’s green the lilacs are in bloom and it’s just lovely <3 this is what home feels like TO ME. if i could live in a painting it would be this.

39.) what is your favorite gemstone? why? oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh m- first of all FANTASTIC question. second... it's nearly IMPOSSIBLE for me to choose but i would have to say... AGATE followed closely (usually tied!) with JADE... agate is just. wikipedia refers to it as "common" which means there is a lot of it in the world and i love that :) there are multiple types that can be found all over but they are all so beautiful and unique on their own (as are ALL rocks ehehe) (ex: 1, 2, 3) tbh i love agate and carnelian and jade and quartz and turqouise and jasper and and and BUT currently. my favorite is agate because its vibes are 10/10 and it never fails to amaze me just how VIBRANT nature can be :) also i think its cool that the earth made like a million different kinds of rocks and then made different types of THOSE rocks <3

25.) if you could choose only one meal to eat for the remainder of your life, which would you choose? HDAKSDKDJKADASJDHSAJSADHASDHJDHJDASHD OMGGGG this is SUCH a good question because what i immediately think of "what am i least likely to get sick of" and i would have to say. pho. if i could ONLY eat pho for the restofmylife. you would never hear me complain. best broth on planet earth lovely greens yummy meat great noodles not to mention adding limes and bean sprouts and the sauces and such <3 so much you can do with it and put in it and it's always warm and YUMMY <3

#inbox #TYSM HEATH LOVE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

[itzrainbowgenderfluidalex777]

The Mooninites kidnapped Alex and tickle them!

Oglethorpe and Emory decided to tickle me and first they tickled my tummy, then my belly button by Emory. I was laughing and squirming my tummy away from tickles but they held my tummy. After a while, The Mooninites put me in their purple spaceship and tied me up on the bed. Ignignokt said," Well, we're gonna tickle you". Err said," Yeah! We gonna tickle you to death"! while jumping around. Ignignokt tickled my tummy and Err decided to play with my belly button and tickle it. Ignignokt teases Tickle Tickle Tickle! And Err Ooh! Ticklish button! I am laughing like crazy and squirming like crazy with tears in my eyes already. Err now tickling my belly button with green and blue feathers on my side and my belly button and Ignignokt moves to my other side. Oh boy I was giggling like crazy and said," HAHAHAHA HEHE THAHAHAHAHT TICICKLES ERR, AND IGNIGNOKT Y'ALL IS GOOD TICKLER THAN EMORY AND OGLETHORPE!!!! Err decided to take off my shoes and my green socks off and tickle my left feet while Ignignokt tickled my right feet with feathers and their fingers. After that, Err decided to tickle my armpit and said," I gotcha your armpit, Alex! And Ignignokt said," You're so ticklish!" while tickling my right foot with a blue feather. I was laughing and giggling like crazy and kinda out of breath but I haven't told them yet because I love being tickled to death. Ignignokt said," I wonder if Me and Err are ticklish." Err said, " I'm not ticklish at all! I said," Yes you are, Err! And I will tickle you and Ignignokt if y'all are curious", and, untie me so I can tickle y'all."So, Ignignokt unties me, of course, and I grab both of them and I tickle Err first so I can prove him wrong. I tickle Err's tummy and the top part of his pixels and Err is holding his laughter by putting his hands on his mouth and I can see him smiling and blushing and he giggles. I teased him and said," Awww you're ticklish Pixel. Alex tickles both of Err's feet by scratching his feet and Err kicks his feet like crazy and still covers his mouth with his hands and laughs now. I still tickle his feet a while now and he laughs and is blushing and kicking his feet and keeps telling me to stop and stop and stop tickling my feet and he admits that he is ticklish. I stopped tickling Err and said to Ignignokt," It's your turn now, Yay! I ran to Ignignokt and tickled the missing part of his pixels first. Ignignokt giggled and said, while through giggles," OHOHOOHOHO MY GOODNESS HAHAHAHA THIS FEEEL VERY TICKLY!!! I teased Ignignokt and said," Aww! You're ticklish Pixel like Err too, both of y'all are adorable and cute." Err said," I'm not cute and I'm bad." Now, Alex tickling Ignignokt's side for a while and Ignignokt laughing and giggling and squirming his side. Ignignokt said through laughter, " HEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHA ALEX THIS FEEL SO VERY TICKLY AND I GUESS I AM TICKLISH HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!! I went to Ignignokt, tickled it and licked it and said, Mmm yummy and tastes like pixels and the moon! Ignignokt said through laughter, " OF COURSE WE FROHOHOHOM THEHEHEHE MOHOOHOHOHOHON AND IT TICKLES! Then, I tease him a lot by tickling his feet, then his missing pixels at the top of his head, and his tummy or side. I gave Ignignokt a break and Ignignokt was out of breath but, caught his breath. After that, Ignignokt, Alex, and Err relax now and watch TV and eat pizza together.

THE END!!! (Sorry if this has terrible grammar because it my first story on Tumblr and by the way I posted it on DeviantArt)

#athf #aqua teen hunger force #ATHFTICKLE #tickle fic #tickle

[levi-supreme]

Giving Levi 34 (+85) after his very long week from work :3

(for the Thirsty Thursday: 100 Different Kisses)

Tsuki AHHHHHH this is so soft, I creii. Am love, am soft, am happy <3 I hope you like this!!

Characters: Levi x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Levi returns home after his week-long work trip. Some longing from reader, some happy tears.

34: I missed you kisses // 85: Smiling in-between kisses

Since a week ago, you had been counting down the days to Levi's return. You didn't like how he was sent for a week-long work trip, but deep down, you knew it was a fantastic opportunity for Levi and his career progression.

Every single day for the past week, you stroke off the dates on your calendar, eagerly waiting for Levi to come home. Hugging Levi's pillow and smelling his clothes just didn't feel right; you needed him by your side. The house felt too eerily quiet during the day, the bed you shared with Levi felt too empty at night. It felt weird when you were eating your meals without Levi beside you. It felt lonely when you were in your shared bedroom all alone. You couldn't wait for Levi to come home.

Levi said it wasn't necessary for you to fetch him at the airport, but he knew you would turn up regardless of his multiple reminders. On the day of his return, you left home extremely early, excited to see the love of your life. You waited impatiently by the arrival halls, pacing back and forth as the hands on your watch ticked closer and closer to Levi's arrival.

And then, you saw him.

Levi walked out of the arrival gates, a black duffel bag in one hand while the other pulled his luggage. Levi was also holding on to a paper bag, presumably filled with souvenirs.

"Levi!" You called out, waving your hand as he locked eyes with you. A small smile broke out on his face as you dashed forward, flinging yourself into Levi's embrace just as he opened his arms to catch you. Levi spun you around like a dramatic reunion comparable to a scene from a television drama, and you were pretty sure you both were garnering some attention. Yet, the look everyone else was giving didn't bother you at all. Levi was back and that's all that mattered.

"I missed you," Levi muttered as he hugged you tight, hiding his face by the crook of your neck and letting out a loud sigh. You rubbed his back soothingly, breaking apart from the hug to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"Missed you loads too, Levi," your lips lingered above his a little longer than usual, feeling your eyes moisten while pulling him into another tight embrace.

"It just didn't feel right without you next to me," Levi muttered again, stroking your cheek once he released you. "Couldn't sleep well without feeling your leg pressing on my waist." You let out a laugh, pressing another kiss to his lips halfway through.

"I couldn't sleep well without hearing your snores." Levi pinched your cheek once he heard you, not forgetting to roll his eyes. You held onto Levi's duffel bag while he dragged his luggage, the both of you making your way to the taxi stand. Levi told you about his trip, and all the cool things he saw, all the yummy things he ate, and all the fun activities he did.

"The work trip was fun, but nothing beats being here by your side." Levi brought your head closer to him and lightly kissed your forehead. You beamed once more, hugging Levi close and letting your tears fall. You nodded your head.

"The best place to be is with you." You pecked his cheek, wiping your tears as Levi gave you a soft smile. Home is where the heart is, and wherever Levi is will be your home.

Thirsty Thursday: A 100 Different Kisses

#hashaneeee.asks #rei.answers #levi #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x gender neutral!reader #levi ackerman x gender neutral! reader #levi.supreme #levi imagines #levi ackerman imagines #snk imagines #aot imagines #thirsty thursday