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Not the Worst I've Dealt With. Hitoshi Shinso

You came into the small tattoo parlor with a friend, more nervous than you had ever been in your whole life. It was just a simple nose ring, not that bad, but you were still afraid of the pain. Obviously, no one liked pain, but it was like you were going to the extremes to avoid even a stubbed toe.

"You're overreacting." Your friend, Kiyomi, rubbed your shoulder as she sat beside you to wait. It was nice of her to come with you even though she didn't have to. After all, it was you who wanted the piercing and made the appointment.

The little shop was nice, very clean on the inside despite being nestled between two larger buildings and being shadowed by the city. From the outside, anyone would assume it didn't meet regulations, but the inside was crazy different. A nice dark vibe, but somehow still brightly lit so the artists and piercers could see without worrying about messing up. You weren't sure if that was a comfort or another thing to worry about.

A tall man approached you, his fluffy purple hair reminiscent of sitting behind a jet engine before takeoff. "You my nose piercing appointment?" He asked, not sounding the slightest bit interested in you. Kiyomi raised a brow, "They are. Do you always sound so... monotone?" The guy laughed what you hoped was a genuine laugh. Kiyomi had a habit of not staying quiet if she saw something she didn't like, especially if it involved someone she cared about. "Sorry, I've been told I sound more like a block of wood than a human." He reached out his hand, "I'm Shinso, I'll be piercing your nose."

Shinso was decent to look at. Not crazy handsome, but not bland either. Purple hair, matching eyes that seemed tired, and not to mention the tattoos on him. He dressed comfortably in a pair of black jeans and an All Might tank shirt. It was cute, in a way, that he was repping a hero who had long since retired. But none of that is what caught your eye, not really. It was the lavender flowers tatted over his clavicles. It was cute, but somehow strong too? Could those two words even be in the same sentence?

"So, what kind of bling are you looking for?" Shinso asked as he rummaged around his table, setting things up for the quick process.

You jumped back to the present, blushing that you had zoned out, "Something small and simple but cute. I know that must sound stupid."

Shinso shook his head, "I do piercings all day, I promise, the dumbest thing I did all day was a smiley piercing."

He sat down in the circular rolling chair, rolling closer to you. Shinso was way more attractive up close where you could see the different shades in his eyes. You probably looked like a lightning struck child just staring at him as he talked about what to expect and how he was going to do the piercing as fast as possible while remaining safe and sanitary. "Alright, do you mind if I use these pinchers? It'll keep me from grabbing your nose." Shinso showed you the little tool, "I won't squeeze it or anything, just to hold the nostril how I need it."

"Yeah, yeah, go for it." You tilted your head up a little to try and help. It was like you lost all common sense just because an attractive guy was touching your face. Even though he wasn't touching your face and was instead touching the metal that was touching your face.

Kiyomi sat off to the side, yapping and asking questions. Questions you should've been asking but were too struck to even think right. It was appreciated that she was able to keep her head and make sure that you didn't agree to something stupid.

Shinso grabbed the piercing needle, the gloves on his hands hiding the veins you had no doubt were there, "Do you want me to count down from three or just go for it?"

Kiyomi, thinking she was being funny, chimed in, "Talk really nice and calm to them, like they're a scared cat."

You're face got even more red as Shinso chuckled. Leave it to Kiyomi to try and lighten the mood and embarrass you more.

"Do I need to wrap you in a towel, too? Maybe give ya' a snack?" Shinso couldn't seem to help but tease you as well. His eyes made the blow way softer, though. "Alright, on three and you'll feel a pinch, but then you'll be seventy percent done."

Except that on three, you went rigid, gasped, and grabbed him by the arms. It was only your luck that Shinso was strong enough to stay steady with you grabbing him like a startled child. "Easy, it's already through. You're all good." Shinso stuck a cork on the tip of the needle, "We're gonna be putting in a pretty bland piece of jewelry, but it's only until the hole heals and then you can use whatever jewelry you want. Size twenty."

"Thank you." You mumbled, your left eye watering only a little from the stab through the nose, "I'm sorry I grabbed you."

"Not an issue." Shinso easily got the twisted metal in your nose, "It was a pleasure to be able to pierce someone who stayed so still even when they wanted to move."

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I found your bots on character.ai!

They're so fun and creative! Do you make bots on other websites or just there?

Only on character ai. I am aware of my notes showing up on other sites, but those are not mine.

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Hi, you're one of my favorite TikTok creators and I was wondering what happened to your account, if you don't mind answering.

It got a little stressful and took the fun out of creating. For me, it felt more like I was only creating things to get them out there and not because I enjoyed writing. My C.Ai is still up, and of course, my Tumblr. But making videos just took the joy out of it for me.

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The Only One to Wound the King. Kyle "Gaz" Gerrick.

Since he was a young boy, Kyle had been handed everything he ever wanted. As a child, his mother demanded that Kyle get nothing but the best toys, the finest paints and the brightest colors. Kyle was a spoiled child, the very image of a kings son. As he grew older, himself and his father attributed all his finer things to being his mother's prerogative. She could only birth Kyle, as her body was far too fragile to even think about carrying another heir. As a result, the queen poured all her love and care into her son, making sure that he had only the best the world could offer him.

When he was but a young man, twelve or thirteen summers old, the king hired the best archers and swordsmen to train Kyle. If the bloodline were to prevail the one child heir, said heir would need to be extremely good at wielding and shooting.

Once a day training, studies, and learning to fend for himself if the need arose became Kyle's new life. Toys were packed away and his childish garb was replaced with fine silken cloth and weaponry from the greatest smiths in the kingdom. And on the Gods' Day, Kyle would stand at the front of the church beside his mother with his head held high. He was the prince of the kingdom, and many of the towns' women and young ladies were eager to greet him in the hopes of being future suitors. Still, his mother wanted only the best for her only child and turned each of the women away.

It wasn't until Kyle's twenty-sixth summer of breath, that he met the sweet little maid. She had been kept in the lower kitchens, meant only to prepare food and wash linens. She was the daughter of the head maid, a strong old woman who kept the other staff in line. The maids' mother was the best at caring for the family, and perhaps that was why his mother didn't mind them walking around freely and doing their tasks as needed. Everything was neat and tidy, taken care of before the sun was at its highest.

Kyle wanted to see more of the little maid, requested her for everything, and even demanded she be his personal help. Even when he was training, the sweet little mistress was to be with him. Kyle did more during his training and studies, trying to show off as much as possible to the maid. He wanted her to think he was amazing, to look at him with the sparkle all the village women did. As if he were sent to her from the Gods' very hands.

"Did you enjoy watching today?" Kyle stood slightly hunched so her gentle hands could pat and wipe away the sweat on his brow, "I feel as if my form is improving, even more so from how it usually is." It didn't escape him that maybe she was talking to him because it was her job, but he didn't care, so long as he got to hear her sweet voice.

Her hair, typically in a tightly woven braid, was loosely waving about her shoulders, like leaves on the wind the season before his birth. "You should hold your elbows a tilt higher, as your teacher instructs you. Otherwise, you did beautifully, your majesty." Kyle would never tire of her praise, or the way her soft eyes were pinpoint trained on whatever her hands were doing. Everything about this maiden was... enthralling. Kyle didn't want her to be away for any reason.

Perhaps that's why he grew so angry when her father stood at the foot of the throne, asking permission to marry her off to a rich family more west of the kingdom. "Absolutely not!" Kyle protested before the king, "She is my help, and she shall stay where she belongs! Beside me!"

Kyle was, after all, a spoiled child from birth. He didn't care what he had to do to get his way, but there would be no mention of the little maid leaving the castle. She was Kyle's, not some rich pricks. What did this stranger have that Kyle couldn't get? He was the kings son, for the grace of the gods, he was the next ruler of the kingdom! She would be much happier with him than some acolyte.

The king, as ashamed as he was, couldn't bring himself to deny his son's outburst. "Apologies, but she is a much valued member of our castle, and would serve a greater purpose in these walls." Each word was like a stone in the father's gut. His daughter was stuck being a maid.

"I did." Kyle stared into her eyes, taking in the smallest flecks of color, the way her pupils seemed to shrink at his admission. Had she expected him to deny it? He wouldn't. Not ever. She was his.

Kyle was upset all day about the acquisition, short and irritable, even with his precious helper. It wasn't until she was helping him prepare for bed that she spoke. "I know it was you who denied my marriage..." her hands remained gentle, but Kyle didn't miss the subtle anger. Like a smooth stone under the river, slimy and waiting for you to take a wrong step and fall.

Kyle would prove it.

Rough, calloused hands wrapped around her small wrists, pulling her closer to him, "I denied it because you belong with me. At my side, at my heels, as mine. No one else will have you so long as I have a say."

Kyle wouldn't let her reply, didn't want to hear whatever possible protest she would give. He pressed her against the stone wall, his lips attacking hers to keep her silent. Kyle wasn't sure his heart could take a protest from the beautiful maiden. The need in his stomach burned like fire, and her words could douse it easily. There was no way he could just let it happen. "Let me show you that you belong next to me." Kyle whispered as his hands tugged on the simple buttons down the back of her dress. His very soul wanted to pepper her soft skin in the appreciation she deserves for being so loyal, so helpful, and so beautiful.

Before the young lady could try to deny the prince, she was bare to his eyes. Every inch of her silky skin gracing Kyle's eyes, the golden blood he knew ran through her precarious veins, and the very moonlight that was reflected in her eyes. It was as if Kyle were a wizard, and he cast a spell to know her very thoughts. "We cannot!" The young woman pushed on his chest, "I can never have a husband if you continue!"

"I will be your husband! You shall be my queen and we will rule this kingdom! Together! You will be mine!" Kyle yelled, his body crowding her against the stones, as if he wanted her to only survive on the air from his lungs. "You will be my queen, your soul and body and mind will be mine, all of you will be mine." Kyle trailed firm and warm kisses down the space of her neck and shoulder, down past her collarbone, "You will bear my children, raise them with a smile. And I will do everything in my power to provide, protect, and be there for you. I will make sure your smile is genuine, I will sacrifice myself for your very health."

Kyle sat on his knees before the short female, hands clinging to her plush thighs, "Tell me yes. Say you will be the kingdoms princess, say you will be my queen and the mother of my children. Say I can have you now and until my last breath." He was begging, pleading for her to agree. Of course, if she said no, Kyle would let her collect her dress and cover herself. He would let her leave. But he desperately needed her to agree, needed the maiden to be his.

She was silent. It was thick, worrying silence that had Kyle begging with his eyes for her to nod or grab his face or anything he could take as a yes.

"I do not want to be some breed mare." Her voice was small and whispered. Kyle knew that his offer was that of a lifetime. It was rare that a woman became queen in such a way. And to go from maid to queen was like the gods granting every wish at once. But Kyle understood her hesitancy, "You will be a woman first, then a mother, then a queen. I will not keep you pregnant your whole life, and you carry more importance than that in my heart."

"And if I say yes?"

"Then I will take you now, we will have our pleasures and by the end of Gods' day we will be wed. There will be a festival in your honor, your family paid for, and given the rest of their years in ease. I will make sure you wear only the finest dresses, jewelry, and hair accessories. No one will ever harm you." Kyle scooted closer, his mouth and nose dangerously close to her core, "Tell me yes, and I'll make sure that you never feel alone or unwanted. You will be my highest priority, my greatest release, my only love. Just tell me yes."

Her hands, like carefully placed threads in the finest embroidery, threaded under his chin, "And you will hold to these promises?" Gods above, how Kyle loved her touch and voice, the way she looked at him made him ache to feel her. "Every last letter. And if I falter, you will remind me, and I will fix my mistake."

"Then I shall agree to be yours."

Each word had hardly left her lips before Kyle pressed chaste kisses to her core. He needed to prove first and foremost that her pleasure was his priority. Each whispered gasp and plea for just a little more caused his trousers to tighten, but Kyle paid it no attention. "You taste heavenly, like the gods nectar." Kyle used his fingers to spread her delicious cunt open, watching as the nerves pulsed gently under his stare, "Like the greatest honey the earth has to offer me. And you're all mine."

There was a form of gentleness to his hungry movements. The tip of his nose pressed to her sensitive clit, rubbing her firmly as he used his tongue to devour everything he could. "I can't... I can't keep standing, your majesty." As if she couldn't sound any more perfect, her whimpered pants made Kyle melt. He picked her up, moving her to his bed of the finest furs and wool pillows, crawling down to sate his craving of her pussy. She was too delectable to leave alone, and from the new angle, Kyle could now taste more. He stuck his tongue into her depths, moaning as the taste washed over his taste buds. Her pitiful cry of pleasure made Kyle grind his hardened cock against the furs, needing some type of sensation.

"May I have you?" Kyle panted as he placed kisses all over her thigh and lower lips, "May I take you completely?"

"You may." Gods above her voice was so needy and pleading, Kyle couldn't take it anymore. He ripped his shirt, throwing the rags to the floor before kicking his trousers from his legs. "I want to make you feel like you have met the Gods." Kyle forced three of his fingers inside her tight cunt, wiggling them enough to make her squirm and whine, beautiful eyes rolled back as she moaned. His fingers were thoroughly coated with her juices when he pulled them free from her clutch. He had to fight the urge to lick his fingers clean, and stroked his cock to make it slick. "It won't be easy, my love, but I'll be gentle." Kyle flicked the tip of his dick against her clit, biting his lip at the way she jolted and gasped.

She was so tight, squeezing his shaft as he worked his way in. Shallow, slow thrusts, each one deeper than the last until he was finally buried with his balls against her ass cheeks. "You feel amazing, love. Like the greatest silk." Her body clenched around Kyle's cock at his words, a gentle and deep breath giving away her own arousal. Kyle started with firm thrusts, grunting as his tip hit the farthest spongy spot in her hole. "Oh, Gods." The little maid lifted her legs to wrap them around Kyle, her always busy hands gripping his shoulders.

Kyle moved harder, closing his eyes to focus on how amazing she felt around him. Squishy and tight, warm, practically begging for his seed to paint her soft walls. "Feels so soft..." Kyle grunted, letting his mind trail to his primal desires, "I want to mold you to me, love. Want to make it so you can only fit me."

The pleading cries of Kyle's new bride only egged him on, making him move harder and faster. He wanted to hear her cry out his name and wanted her to keep clawing up his back and shoulders. "I want to possess you." Kyle clung to her as he slammed his hips against hers, "I need you."

"T- too much!" His precious maiden dug her nails into his skin, drawing blood from the skin as her orgasm made her shake. Kyle was so close behind her, his cock throbbing as he slammed harder into her, "Gonna make you mine!" He yanked her into a hungry kiss, gnashing his teeth against hers as he treated himself to her tongue and teeth. The fire in his gut exploded, traveling down his shaft until he was spraying into her greedy hole, filling her with his cum.

"You will forever be known as the only being on the realm to ever make me bleed, make me beg." Kyle panted, his forehead against hers as he spoke, "You will be the only queen to have her king on his knees for her."

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The Creature Under the Bed. Simon Riley.

"Why do you stay under my bed?"

"The light isn't good for me."

The young adult in the bed rolled over to dangle their arms over the side of the bed, just barely peeking under. It was hard to see the creature, especially when it was like the embodiment of shadows itself. But, if they looked hard enough, they could make out the wispy holes in the shadow, the pinpoint gray that seemed to be eyes.

"I've seen you in the flashlight."

"You were foolish enough to try and see me. You injured me in the process."

That was... heartbreaking. What had simply been a bump in the night for a simple human, was an injury for the demon hiding. A small step, a reach for the torch, and yet... it didn't have to happen.

"I didn't know what was in the dark... I could've been getting robbed."

"You think I don't understand that? I don't hold a grudge, you tiny thing. I've long since healed from your puny light."

This creature could've killed the renter a thousand times over, could've haunted them, made them fearful, and fed off the emotions. Instead, it was sarcastic and rude in it's ethereal shroud.

"Do you have a name?"

"Not anymore."

"Why?"

"What good does a name do me when I only converse with you?"

The immortal were cranky because they were forced to live, was the conclusion that the bed occupant came to.

"What am I to call you?"

"Nothing. You aren't even supposed to know I exist."

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You're Really F***ing Dumb. Levi Ackerman.

Levi always had a habit of micromanaging, especially over you and the relationship he held with you. There was no need for Levi to hide his habits. Who was going to stop him? Eren? Not when Eren was the current issue and Levi wanted nothing more than to kick his teeth in.

There was no reason for you to be so upset with him, not over him not taking you to some new boba shop that sold, what you professionally called, "the world's best cup of fucking boba you will ever have!" More than one day you had gone on your own and come home with at least three cups in varying shades of green and blue. Why should he go with you when you went alone every other day? You seemed content with the routine.

Being a CEO wasn't as free as many would think. Levi was a busy man. Meetings, paperwork, checking in on all the departments and making sure that everything was running smoothly, not to mention that it was tax time, and everyone was quitting, so he had to handle interviews and hiring new people. Why did you assume he had the time to just parade around town with some silly drink in his hand?

You clearly didn't see it the same way. Day after day, you were being driven home by Eren, who was the head of one of Levi's higher departments in the business. You would come in with one cup of what you called "Lucky Clover and Golden Bomb." Some green milk drink with golden Boba bubbles in the bottom. It looked cute, and Levi liked the pictures you'd post on your social media, but he wasn't a fan of the sweet flavor like you were.

"Why is Eren driving you home?" Levi couldn't curb his curiosity any longer one night during dinner. It was strange. Seemingly out of the blue, you stopped asking him to go with you, stopped asking him to drive you around, stopped asking him to be in your social media pictures. It was... troubling. Even more so if that idiot Yeager was the reason.

"He's been taking me to get boba in the afternoon."

The way you said it, as if it were no big deal, as if it was just another of your girlfriends taking you to get coffee and gossip, that pissed him off. Levi jerked over the table and grabbed your throat, just tight enough that you knew better than to pull away, "He's what?"

No. No, no, no. That wasn't allowed. You were his. His alone. Yeager had no right to even breath the same air as you, let alone drive you around and get boba tea with you. Did you think this was funny? Were you pushing him for a reaction?

Well, you got your reaction.

Levi tightened his hand in your hair, slamming his cock into your throat and grunting when you gagged tightly around him. "Eren touch you like this? Does he take control of you like this?" Levi growled with a sharp thrust into your mouth, "Does he give your pretty little mouth the drink you want?" You couldn't answer, not with your mouth full of his fat cock, but Levi didn't care. The second you tried to even whine a protest, he slapped your cheek, "Shut up and keep sucking."

All you had wanted was someone to go to the boba shop with you, someone you could recommend drinks to and gossip with. None of your friends were big fans of the boba place, but you thought it was like Heaven had opened their doors from eight in the morning to six in the afternoon. The attempt to get Levi to go was so that you could share something you liked with him. As many men do, Levi wasn't looking into deeper meanings. Not the way you were.

"Get ready," Levi's deep voice was hoarse, husky, made fire pool in the bottom of your gut, "you're gonna swallow every last fucking drop. You hear me? Every fucking drop." Levi planted another harsh slap to your cheek, "If you can drink a large boba, you can drink my cum."

He wasn't wrong, and normally you could swallow every last salty ounce of what Levi managed to force over your tongue. But he kept moving his hips, kept thrusting into the warm embrace of your lips, causing his cum to seep out the edges of your mouth. It wasn't his fault; you both knew that. Even with him thrusting as hard as he could, you could still get every drop. Maybe you did it just to get the punishment.

Levi slammed deep into your mouth, forcing your nose to his groin, "Mm-mm. You broke the rule."

A high-pitched squeal burst free from your chest as Levi threw you on the couch, his hand following quickly after to smack your ass as hard as he could. "Levi!" The protest was loud and whiney, but Levi knew you would say the safe word if you needed it. So, he smacked the back of your thigh with a harsh "shut up."

Stamina wasn't an issue for Levi, neither was sensitivity. By the third round, Levi had you brain dead, and he was fisting himself to keep himself hard. "You can take it. You will take it. You hear me?" He slammed back into your waiting hole, grunting at the soft pain that ran up the underside of his penis, "I ever catch you getting out of Yeager's car again and I will keep you so dumb you'll think my spunk is boba, understand? You'll beg for me to stop."

His harsh words and sharp slaps were enough to drown out any rational thought. You were lost and swimming in the haze that was pleasure and pain.

"...Polka..."

It was like his whole body went rigid, his cock flaccid, and he jerked away from you. Levi was a damn good dominant, because no matter how hard he went on you, he was even sweeter afterwards.

Levi gently turned you on your side and plucked you from the couch, his voice low as he carried you, "You did good. Took everything I gave you perfectly, I'm proud."

It was always the same routine, but you didn't get bored of it, ever. Levi placed you in the bath, fixing his pants as the faucet filled the porcelain basin. There was something almost cathartic about watching you relax after such a rough session. It was as if Levi was everything you needed in life; gentle and rough, punishing and nurturing. You didn't need Eren.

Yeah... Levi would be taking you to the boba shop from now on...

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The End of the World is Beautiful. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick.

Gaz wasn't usually one to worry and hang off his team, but here he was. You were just trying to get to the center of the city without being eaten alive by the old inhabitants while Gaz made it his duty to be your actual backpack. If not for the gun in his hands, you were positive you would've been carrying him.

The atmosphere of the city was somber, dull, quite literally dead. Even so, with all the dead wandering around, it was undoubtably alive. Ten years. It only took ten years for the vines and trees to take over the concrete jungle. The roads that were once driven on were cracked, the sidewalks were grassy, and the towering buildings were lattice for the vines to grow up to the sun. It was beautifully morbid how everything was dead and bright all at the same time, all with the haunting melody of moans and groans from the once human creatures stumbling around.

"What did Price say we were looking for?" Gaz kept his voice low, not wanting to draw attention from the wandering flesh bags that wanted to eat his face. You thought it was cute that he was a little scared over the whole thing. It was unnerving, sure, but after ten years it felt no different than how the battlefield used to feel with living humans shooting at you. "He told us to keep an eye out for scavenged stores and areas that could've been used as shelter. It's been a week with no contact from Scav Team, so lord knows how far they made it."

The two of you had been tasked with finding the Scavenger Team, a team of six who had gone on a mission a month prior, and lost contact a week back. With the population falling in the areas closed off, and the open areas were infested with the dead. This city was the largest unreclaimed place thus far, and losing any team was practically a death sentence.

Fingers crossed that Scav Team was alive and well.

Gaz's hand wrapped firmly around your arm, just in time to pull you out of the way of a big dead bastard. The poor guy was probably a body builder before he was turned into... this. You were thankful to be out of the things way, if not perturbed by its lack of clothing. Perhaps he was in a shower, with a lover, just staring at himself when he was turned.

It made your chest feel strange, heavy, and light at the same time to think of others having complex lives like yours. Somewhere, there is a conscious being, thinking, and planning. They have a past, present, and future, just like you. But this naked gym rat was no longer thinking about work or partners. Rather, the next thing he could rip open and eat.

You nodded your thanks to Gaz, keeping quiet with that thing so close to you.

While you were busy contemplating life and it's complexities, Gaz was focused on you. He'd always been partial to staying at your side, and it only got worse when the outbreak happened. There was too much unknown and Gaz could not handle it. What if you were hurt? What if he never saw you again?

Price had been compelled to send Ghost with you, knowing how your mind seemed to wander when you were on slow missions, but after a few days of Gaz's childish begging, the team was changed. Gaz wasn't too proud to admit that, yes, he had fallen to his knees and gripped John's desk while saying he would scrub latrines with a toothbrush. He would do it a thousand times over to make sure it was him beside you in these missions. There was no level he wouldn't stoop to.

"We need to get silencers and just-"

"We can't waste ammo." You interrupted, already reaching for your knife, "Silence is key, but we need to keep bullets. They're not exactly getting manufactured right now."

The other thing Gaz loved about you was how efficient you were. Always aiming for the head, especially now. It was mesmerizing to watch you slam your knife into the back if these things necks, severing the spinal cord and killing them quickly.

For the rest of the time, Gaz refused to let you do all the killing. Keeping you from getting surrounded was his main goal, and he only had to waste two bullets. All the same, he was glad it was him with you, making sure you stayed in one piece. As the sun disappeared behind the skyscrapers and overpasses, with the moon making her appearance, Gaz was glad to have the higher ground. Of course, after ten years of no maintenance, the overpass could easily crumble and kill you both, but he prayed it would stay.

"Gaz, look at this."

You were bent over the window of a car, a small Mazda with sparkly blue paint and velvet rims, not a combination Gaz would choose, but sure. The sign scratched into the side was clear as day to him, the Scav Team had been here. "We might as well bunk here for the night. See what the guys left and if we can follow 'em from here." He helped you through the moonroof before wiggling in himself and tugging the glass closed. It was never safe at night with those things, but it was safer than sleeping out in the open.

In the back seat was blankets and coats, four duffel bags labeled 'clothes,' 'food/water,' 'ammo,' and 'medicine.' On the floorboard was the team's dog tags, a letter, and the bunsun burner. The letter, dirty and speckled with blood, read;

Whoever comes looking, we didn't make it. Charles got ripped up, but we couldn't leave him. He ate Andes and Evan. I'm the last one, but I won't make it back with all the supplies. Andes is outside the window and Charles is trying to open the top window. No man left behind, right?

You covered your mouth as you passed the note to Gaz, tears filling your eyes. The Scav Team were dead, and this little Mazda was all they had.

"Shite..." Gaz was fighting tears himself, "Fuck..."

"What do we do?"

That was something hated about you; how easily your sad and defeated voice could make him crumble. How easily you made him feel like it was his place to comfort you.

How easily he let himself do it, "Tonight we rest, radio Price to inform him and request extra hands. In the morning, Ghost and Soap will be here, and we'll take everything back to base." Gaz leaned the driver seat back and grabbed the big blanket, tossing one side over you and the other over him.

"Until then, try not to think about anything."

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Remembering the time I wrote a fic (deleted it) and gave the reader glasses for like two sentences and never mentioned them again. A beautiful reminder that we all grow and make mistakes with our writing. (I have since then learned to read, reread, and triple read my works...)

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Resting Place Mikasa Ackerman

If there was anywhere that Mikasa could be found, it was between your legs. Whether she's sleeping or simply relaxing, she's settled between your knees with her head on your stomach, using you as a pillow. It was the one place she felt she could truly relax, the one person she could truly trust to watch her back as she slept. Jean and Connie had been searching for Mikasa for nearly an hour, checking the stables and training grounds, and even asked the captains for her whereabouts. No one knew where she was. But she was safe with you, curled up under a thick tree with a cool breeze blowing to keep you both cooled off. Sun high, clouds low, and the sound of the little stream just down the hill was lulling you into a decent nap along with Mikasa. It was a good day to laze about and get some shut eye, even more so when everyone was feeling overworked with the recent outings. It was a brief moment away from the stress of titans, superiors, chores, and Marley. A moment to rest with nothing but the sounds of the fish in the stream and the birds in the sky above.

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Please, Forgive Me. Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro never meant to hurt you.

"It's okay, big guy, just a scratch. I'll be okay."

Normally, the praise of a gentle name like big guy or smart boy was enough to make him purr and settle into your hand. Why wasn't it enough this time? Why didn't it calm him?

Medics hurried in and out, in and out, in and out... but none of them spoke to him. It didn't really shock Alejandro that they didn't. He was hybrid, a thing they didn't have to answer to. For them and the other soldiers, his ears and tail were nothing but a sign that he was property, a tool, a weapon.

A weapon that just gravely injured the one wielding him.

A dumb scent, that's all it took. A small whiff of something from his past, and he blinks to find himself face to face with the only human he can stand, bloody and scratched up beyond what he'd ever done to an enemy. Alejandro couldn't wrap his mind around it. How could he hurt the one person, the one human, who ever saw any good in him?

Chemical scents pushed under the door to his nose, and he bristled. No one had ever said anything about operating on you. The ugly gray walls seemed to close in around him, he could already hear the condescending voice of the council that would deem him too dangerous to be alive, and it made his tail flick back and forth with uneasiness. There wasn't a world where he wasn't getting the death sentence for this. Even if that was his end, maybe he could ask them to spare him until you recovered? Maybe they'd find it in their hearts to let him apologize and beg forgiveness from you?

How could he have failed you this hard? You taught him how to control himself and that he could go to you for comfort! How could he have done this?!

The doors creaked open, and a short man stepped out, his hair slicked back with what smelled like an expensive oil. He was the head in the medic's corner, top dog, as you would say. "Is it only you out here?" The shorty looked around as if anyone else truly would be there. Maybe if Alejandro wasn't pacing or he hadn't mauled half of them, there would be more. Instead of being sarcastic, a knee-jerk response that you had scolded him for many times, Alejandro just pointed his ears down and nodded. Being snappy wouldn't help.

"The lieutenant is stable." Was the only explanation Alejandro was given. Not like the doctor owed him anything more. Still, his heart ached with the intense need to go to you and curl up beside you. It wouldn't be enough to ease his guilt, but this wasn't about making it easier on him. Alejandro just wanted to let you know he regretted whatever he did, that he felt so, so bad for hurting you this much. You had a surgery because of him, you had lost blood because of him, you were currently in the med-bay because of him. And he didn't want to shake that guilt. If anything, Alejandro wanted you to put the muzzle on him, wanted you to be angry and slap the mittens on his hands, leash him to the buckle on your belt and, if he was given the death penalty, he wanted you to be the last face he got to see.

"Can I go in and see them?" Alejandro stared down at the little doctor, hoping that his height wasn't as intimidating as others had said it was. There was the assumption that the doctor would tell him no and a team would round the corner to cuff him and dump him in the basement. The plump man nodded, no longer paying attention to him, "Just be careful. They'll be stiff for a while."

You looked better than when Alejandro had come back to his senses. Stitched up, no more blood splatters. It was almost like you had just fallen asleep and were waiting for Alejandro to wake you for his morning exercise. Gods, what he wouldn't give for it to be him curling up under your blankets and growling to get you to take him on a run.

"I'll stay right here until you wake up... I won't move a muscle." Alejandro nuzzled against your neck. He hated the scent of surgical cleaners on your flesh and couldn't wait for you to wake up so he could replace it with his scent.

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hi, could you write headcanons with Baji x fem reader where the reader is a guitarist from a rock band (she and Baji are 15 years old) and her band is popular like Tokio Hotel, they suddenly and quickly became popular and they were also very young when they became popular. reader the band goes on tour and they have a lot of fans

Baji enjoys sitting in your room while you practice your guitar

It's mostly about hearing the way you curse when you accidently mess up

He loves that you can play and loves the way you rock out on stage

When you go on tour, he's always calling and texting

Favorite past time is video calling you

Has tons of photos from when your band just started and constantly looks through them

Tells his friends all about your tours and concerts

I know this man forces Chifuyu to buy tickets and merch

Chifuyu doesn't complain much since he gets to say he knows the guitarist

(Side note: Bonten! Mikey buys hundreds of tickets and forces Sanzu to make strangers go)

As kids, Baji wasn't really sure that your band would take off, but he supported you regardless

He's got a secret blog about your band. He's obsessed

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My mind is stuck on Nikolai's chain necklace.

The way it drives him absolutely feral when you grab it. When you're talking to him and get uncomfortable with eye contact, the way your fingers gently move it around, making sure the clasp is in the back. When you're curled up against him and absentmindedly tug on it to focus. And even when it's his fault that you're gripping it to stay grounded, his hips rough against yours as your eyes threaten to roll back.

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Heyyy,can i request Hanma bf hc (Sfw and Nsfw)

SFW

Don't assume he cares

Don't assume he doesn't care

you have a 50/50 chance of him listening to anything you say

but if you're in a room full of people and they're talking over you, he's listening

might even shut them all up, too

he loves your voice, just sometimes he isn't listening to the words

He's not carrying you. What if he has to fight?

"Stay behind me, pookie" ahh

he does VERY subtle things to show he cares

no you never notice them

NSFW

dudes and adrenaline junkie, he ain't gonna be soft

his ultimate goal is to bruise your cervix/bootyhole

let him suffocate you with his cock. he wants to watch your face turn red

he won't say it, but he wants you to hit him as he's tapping that

maybe scream at him

make him feel like he's in the middle of a fight

(bro is def not normal with sex)

"let's break the bed frame" ahh

hes pulling hair and making you arch painfully

he craves to have you cry because he's pleasuring you.

don't fake cry

he'll spank you

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hi i love your works, they are amazing! if you don't mind could you write a one shot with Baji x reader, where they are 12-13(maybe before boys formed toman or just formed), she can be his friend, classmate, tutor, neighbour, Emma's friend, whatever your prefer, and Baji is so in love with her that everybody can see it and reader also knows it and his friends tease him A LOT. and maybe you can write how he confessed his love and his friends helped him(while they are still 12-13)

Baji was tough, shameless, and mean. It made him perfect for the newly formed Toman. Between him, Draken, and Mikey, the reputation of Tokyo Manji was spreading and climbing the ranks like crazy. Groups meetings once a week, people wanting to join nearly every day, along with gang fights when they were challenged. Baji learned to find joy in his new normal.

His mother didn't find it as charming, though. She often tried to talk him out of it, tired of him coming home covered in bruises and blood that may or may not have been his. She couldn't tell anymore. She just wanted her son to stop doing dangerous things.

"Hey, Mikey?" Baji turned around in the booth at the small diner they all hung out at, "What day are we meeting up this week?"

Mikey looked up from his plate of food, mouth full as he garbled out some nonsense. "Tuesday." Mitsuya translated, his hands busy with the stitching on the uniforms they would wear. The calm boy was probably the only one who could ever translate for Mikey, whether it be a mouth full of food or he was half asleep. Baji wasn't sure that Mikey ever spoke clearly unless they were at a rally.

"Why you askin'?" Draken looked up from his schoolbook to take a drink of his soda.

Baji smirked, blushing a little as he tried to hide behind the menu in his hands. Bashful boy. "I was thinking about trying to confess to the girl I like." Baji tried to scan the menu to calm himself, maybe get rid of his blush.

Maybe it wasn't the greatest for him to tell the group. Everyone paused and stared at him, even Pah, who more often than not was never interested in anything that wasn't food or fighting. "The one that lives in the apartment next to you?" Kazutora was the first to break the silence and ease the tension. Or he was oblivious to what was going on. "Yes, her." Baji groaned, wishing the menu would open a portal to literally anywhere else.

"Ask Mitsuya." Draken chimed in quickly. The blonde knew that if he hadn't spoken up that Kazutora would say something completely stupid and ruin Baji's chances with the little cutie that Baji was pinning after. And, as luck would have it, Mitsuya was the only one in the group that was inclined enough with the girls to know how Baji could have a fighting chance. Yet, when Mitsuya spoke, it didn't give Baji any hope. Flowers? Chocolate? Was his friend serious?

Kazutora laughed as Baji let his face slam into the table. "Can't I just take her on a motorcycle ride and her be my girlfriend?" He really wished it was just that simple, but, if Mikey was laughing at him, Baji assumed that Mitsuya was about to roll his eyes.

"At least give her a flower, you cave man." Mitsuya did, in fact, roll his eyes at Baji, "She won't get the idea that you like her just from a bike ride."

Draken dropped some coins on the table, "Get her a rose, the deepest red. I hear girls around school talking about 'em. Might work for you."

This was dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Baji felt clueless as he dragged Mitsuya with him, asking a thousand questions on how to confess the right way and how to get her to like him back. Even with all the questioning and complaining from Baji, Mitsuya was more than happy to help. "It's a better plan than just taking her on a bike ride and hoping she'll assume you like her and want to be her boyfriend." Mitsuya carefully moved roses around, helping to pick the perfect one.

"Why not a pink one? Or a yellow one?" Baji grumbled, haphazardly shoving the roses around and earning glares from the workers. "Because, red is... man, I don't know!" Mitsuya scoffed, grabbing a pretty one, "Get this one and come on."

It didn't make Baji feel any more confident, and now Mitsuya was intent on seeing this through. All in the same day? He was getting cold feet the closer they got to the apartment complex.

"What if she already has a boyfriend?"

"What if she thinks I'm ugly?"

"What if she likes someone else?"

"What if she laughs in my face?"

Mitsuya couldn't believe this. Baji Keisuke who had been in dozens of fights and threatened third years was getting nervous to say "I like you" to a girl who lived next door. It was comical and Mitsuya wished he had recorded it. At least the audio. For anyone, it would be a strange sight. Mitsuya would've paid to watch Kazutora shit himself at the sight.

"Just be cool about it. Don't yell. Offer the flower first, say you like her, and invite her to the rally." Mitsuya knocked on the door and stepped away, "Easy as punching some asshat who insulted your bike."

He hoped that saying that wouldn't cause wires to cross in Baji's brain. It would be horrible: "Hi, I like you." *Punch.*

It was too late to rephrase it. The door opened, and Mitsuya ducked around the corner, not wanting to cramp Baji's Shiver Me Timbers style.

She was cute, Mitsuya would give Baji that. Around his height, nice hair, beautiful smile. It was almost making Mitsuya nervous. Would she like Baji?

"Hi?" Even her voice was cute.

Baji swallowed thickly as he felt his face go beet red. Or did he match the rose? Was it hot in the building? Was he sweating? "I-I got this rose for you!" Really?! A voice crack?! Now?! "I really like you and wanted to invite you to a rally with me and my gang."

Not how Mitsuya would've phrased it, but it was better than accidently knocking the poor girly unconscious.

"Oh." She seemed more caught off guard by the rose tickling her nostril than the loud way Baji rambled his words. "Thank you." Her nails were painted. Why did Baji notice that? Was it weird for him to notice that? Should he look away? Put his hands in his pockets?

"I'd like that, actually..." She was blushing! Score! Baji had this in the bag. "You're the boy next door, right? The one who rides the bike?"

Baji nodded. It was definitely getting hotter. She reached inside and wrote down her number on a sticky note before handing it to him, "Just let me know when and I'll go. Thank you for the rose."

Both boys were frozen as she closed the door. Until Baji fell flat on his back, covering his reddened cheeks. "That. Was. Embarrassing."

Mitsuya crossed his arms, "Sounds more like you got a date, to me."

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i'm not sure if you're writing nsfw but can i request a one shot baji x fem reader about their first time where they're both virgins

Working with you is absolutely the worst thing for Baji. You wear the shortest shorts and the thinnest shirts just to play with him. He wants you, and you use that against him. There's no other explanation.

"Hey, Baj." It's obvious that you're leaning purposefully to push your breasts out. Every day. Every. Damn. Day. All you do is torture him with it. "Can you help me reach one of the boxes in the back? It's up too high and my crop top is too short." That soft pout... Baji could only imagine how soft your lips were.

Of course. Baji should've guessed you'd wear something that could slide up easily, just another tactic for you to weasel your way deeper into his mind. Another way for you to get under his skin and make him want nothing more than to have you flush against the wall. He wants you; his cock wants you more than anything. There's no way you aren't as soft as he dreams, that you aren't loud, that you don't whimper so pretty.

When you started working at the little side shop, you were nice and wore clothes that covered you. Seeing you every day in your sweet little dresses, helping the customers, Baji couldn't help but compliment you, you were gorgeous. He needed you to know that. Now that you were wearing more revealing clothes and even trying to tempt him, Baji's mind was filled with you. How great your chest looked under your thin shirts, the way your ass jiggled when you walked, even the way you absently scratched at your thighs while working the counter. It all made his pants tight, and he had to go on break often. He thought he was shameless until he started hiding in the bathroom to whack one out with the image of you burnt into his mind.

"I need that one." The fabric of your crop top rode up to expose your underboob as you pointed. No bra? Geez, Baji was gonna need to go on break again. Composure wasn't on his side as Baji reached for the box, and you saw that, and you took your chance. Tingles shot around Baji's ribs as your palm splayed over the tightening bulge in his jeans. The friction was nearly enough to make him bust in his pants. A thousand fantasies ran through his mind; your pretty manicured hands wrapped around his shaft, maybe your lips around the head of his cock. There was no denying the way he wanted to just sink into your tight cunt.

"Thanks for all your help. Is there any way I can... help you?" The devil was in your eyes, gazing up at him and practically begging him to slap his balls against your chin. He'd do it with honor.

No one was really aware, seeing as Baji had a reputation as a lover boy, but he was a virgin. It never bothered him until you started wearing skimpy little outfits, and he was tempted to sit you in his lap every second you were near him. Gods, he wanted to feel you. To his very untrained eye, maybe you were a virgin, too. Or you were extremely out of practice. Either way, Baji could only imagine you were tight as a rubber band. Fuck, he wanted you.

With the box forgotten, Baji tugged lightly at the bottom of your top, "Any way?" He truly wished you meant it. Your tits looked amazing with clothes over them, but he really, really wanted to see them without anything in his way.

There wasn't anything making him control himself. The second your nipples peeked out the bottom, Baji was on them. Your gasps were soft and sweet as Baji sucked your tit into his mouth, borderline swallowing it in his haste to hear more of your precious sounds. More tingles moved around his lungs as your gentle fingers locked into his long hair and swirled down to his cock. It was almost too much; he already couldn't control himself. How long until he wasn't able to hold back, and he had to keep you quiet in the back room?

"How much can you take, babe?" Baji's voice was a low, husky sound. His groin was starting to hurt with the strain in his jeans.

"Don't know."

Perfect. Neither of you knew what was going to happen. Not to be confused, Baji was going to do his absolute best to put you on cloud nine, but maybe that would be enough for you to think he was a thousand times better than he really was.

"Is this something you want?" His eyes were reminiscent of a puppy wanting his favorite treat for being a good boy. The restraint he had shown the whole time he's worked with you is reason enough for him to get a reward. He couldn't keep his hands off you, your voice making him yearn even more, "I've been trying to get your attention for weeks."

Well, know you had it. The small store didn't have many places where Baji could just undress you, the closest thing being the back break room. There was no camera and no windows. And the couch was comfortable enough that he would lay you down there. With your shirt replaced over your breast, or at least enough that Baji could still get a nice glance but not the cameras, the both of you made the short walk to the break room.

Foreplay wasn't really something Baji was into, along with his lack of understanding of it might be needed in some cases. He caught the way your cheeks went red as he moved your shorts and panties aside, pulling out his brick hard erection. Warm, soft, just like he knew you were. The tip of his cock began to tingle, and he was only rubbing through your folds in search for your entrance. "Fuck... so fuckin' wet." Baji gasped as his tip caught on your hole, "There we are."

He loved the crescent shapes your nails left in his biceps as he sunk into you. The way you moaned out a choked "Baji," was enough to make him melt into your heat even more. "I've got you." Baji groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder, "Fuck...I came..."

Gods, your sweet giggles made him want more. "It feels like you're in my stomach." Your eyes were wide, pretty with your pupils just blown as wide as they could be. He moved slowly, letting the veins and ridges in his dick rub softly against your gummy insides. While your moans were beautiful, Baji still covered your mouth, "We don't want customers to hear."

Baji wanted to be gentle and go slow for you, but that's not what you wanted. With each slow thrust Baji tried to give, you were bucking your hips, taking him as deep as you were able with fast movements. It was rough, trying to hold himself back for you. But if you wanted it faster, rougher, was it really his place to deny it?

With his thumb placed firmly against your clit, he matched your pace. "Look at those pretty eyes." Baji fisted the couch cushion with his free hand, "All rolled back and heavy for me. What a pretty girl."

"Baj~" Blood was fed straight to his cock as you whined for him, your sweet cunt just swallowing as much of him as you could handle. "Just like that, babe. Sounds so damn sweet."

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could i request some dating headcanons about baji x fem reader where he is whipped for her (can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons)

SFW

he's dropping everything for you

doesn't matter if he's in the middle of a fight

if you call, he's there

Baji drags you to meetings, keeps you right beside him

loves showing you off

never gets tired of touching you, or seeing you, or having you on his bike

he's either at your house, or you're at his

sleep overs are constant, no, he doesn't care

sleep half naked, bb, he likes to feel as much skin as he can

he loves you in dresses, especially the clingy ones

wear shorts around the man, let him touch your thighs

NSFW

he's in there

Baji doesn't care if it's in public, he's spelunking

the dresses? He's moving it out of the way and plopping you on his lap

chifuyu has definitely caught it happening, but bro stays SILENT

Baji isn't loud, but he stares

he wants to see every little facial feature

absolutely spends half of his time kissing your thighs

loves to eat, hates to waste

if he makes you cum on his lips, he's cleaning with his lips

gods forbid you go on a trip, cause as soon as you get back, you're getting inspected

he knows every squishy inch of your pussy, if it's even a little off, he'll know

if you sleep half naked, you're waking up with Baji balls deep

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Gentle Moments John Price

It had been rough. Too rough. Finding out Hadir stole the gas, Farah's forces being put on the list, and then the kid at the embassy... Everything was crashing down on John all at once. All the frustration, all the rage, all the helplessness and issues that were left for him to clean up.

John threw his chair across his office, slamming it into the bookshelf and scattering books across the floor.

"Fuck me." John ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes for the large sigh that built in his chest. It was troublesome how his anger got the best of him. You had always scolded him lightly about how easily his fuse burnt out, often teasing him to get into a management class. He wouldn't ever do it, but he let you dream. This time his outburst was late in the night, not startling you from chores or reading, but startling you awake just on the other side of the wall.

"John!" The doors to his office burst open with you tying your robe together. John knew that underneath was your silk nightdress, barely covering those legs he loved so much. He hated the worry etched on your face, the dark circles under your eyes, "I'm alright, luv. Just... overwhelmed."

There wasn't anyone he needed to be with you. The captain, the soldier, Special Services. Here, at home, with you, John could just be John Price, a husband and human.

"Oh, my baby." You cooed. It was irritating, but it was your default to baby and comfort. John appreciated your enthusiasm. Despite his ire at your tone, he fell to his knees and hugged into your torso. It's an escape, in a way, for him to press his nose against the stupid fluffy robe you insist on wearing and your dumb stomach that he can't seem to bring himself to fill. A child? In this world? His grip on your robe only tightened as he vented every last frustration.

Emotions were a heavy thing, and while you had no idea what John had seen or been through, you assumed the worst. You only ever wanted the best for your husband, wanted him relaxed and be in his best mind. Sometimes his job made it seem like a fantasy to have mental stability. "How about you go shower and I'll get this mess cleaned up?" You lightly scratched your fingers up the back of his head, gentle scratches that would always ground him to the present.

All of your favorite books had hit the floor in his anger. It had taken you months of his first deployment of the relationship to get his home office set up. You wanted to surprise him when he came home, prove that it wasn't a bad idea to move you in with him. A small pang of sadness struck your chest as you realized there wasn't anything more you could do to help him. You could take care of the house, coddle him, be there and help clean up the messes, even make home stress free. But you could never take away the wars he saw, the trauma he held in.

You needed to face that you couldn't fix everything.

The wheels of his chair scrapped as you rolled it back behind his desk, thinking of anything else you could do to help. Again you came up empty handed.

"Luv, you're still in here?" John smiled from the door, "C'mere. I think I need a night of holding you."

Jesus, that fluffy robe drove him up a wall. "Get this off." His low laugh was enough to ease your guilt over what you couldn't do, "I hate this damn thing." He really did. It kept John from seeing those beautiful legs, the way your waist curved, and how sexy you looked in those thin night gowns, it gave him joy to toss the damn thing across his office. "C'mon," John grunted, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder, "I need a night of you in my lap."

Or, what you knew he meant, "I need you close so I can know that I'm not crazy and you're still here."

It wasn't any easy job that John worked, but he did it for all the right reasons. "I'll protect you, luv, forever." He always whispered. In exchange for his never-ending protection, you could spend as long as he needed in his lap, letting him listen to your heartbeat and stroke all over your legs as much as he wanted. Even if your leg went numb from his touch.