#SO MUCH SLOBBER TO FILL A POOL

[iddybittysnail]

[tteokdoroki]

i like to think that hybrid katsuki fucks like he's trying to repopulate earth, my man doesn't stop until ure trembling 😔

but when it's over he's so sweet and so good but then suddenly he just puts his whole weight in u and falls asleep accidentally lol, during rut he's like cuddles☺️ -> HORNY -> nap.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, minors dni 18+, hybrids, knotting, rut cycles, biting/marking, breeding, overstimulation, creampies, oral sex, cum eating, unprotected sex, dog hybrid!bakugou, gn!reader - sorry this took so long !!

oh my god, my love i cannot handle this 😞

like when i think of hybrid bakugou he’s probably either a wolf or one of those huge dog breeds that are sort of intimidating — don’t really get adopted out because of fear and stigma surrounding them, so when you pick bakugou he’s grateful but has a little bit of a complex … why would you pick him? don’t you know he’s dangerous?

except he’s not, and you know that he’s not. he’s just a big puppy who’s in need of some TLC!! dog hybrid!bakugou likes scratches behind the ear and he’s definitely a lap dog because he likes to stretch himself over you possessively in his discrete way of scent marking you. he gives you scary dog privileges but also whines and mopes around the house if you have to work and come home late. as soon as you’re through the door dog hybrid!bakugou is literally slobbering all over you, growling at the scents of other people on you and nosing at your neck, big arms wrapped around you from behind — only sedated by the promise of treats and getting to lie in your bed for the night.

but then come his ruts and that’s a whole different story. you thought dog hybrid!bakugou was clingy before but now it’s up by a tenth fold — you have to take at least a week off of work when it comes up because he won’t stop howling, won’t stop whining when you’re apart and the neighbours hate it. you have lunch with a male coworker and bakugou tears your home apart as soon as he smells them on you.

poor dog hybrid!bakugou practically begs you to let him inside, let him knot you — how can you say no? your poor baby’s burning up and humping at anything he can get at and it’s not quite enough for him. you feel his swollen thick cock pressed up against you from behind, slipping between the softness of your cheeks, the veins throbbing and his shaft sticky with all that precum he’s leaking. it’s meant to make that breeding process just that little bit easier.

“it hurts,” bakugou tells you, pressing his cheek against your shoulder from behind as lewd sounds of his hot and heavy erection squelch from behind you. “please, gotta cum. could cum like this but s’not enough.” now, your precious pup never asks you for much. he’s always content with what he has. but this time he’s begging for his, aching for any sort of relief and there’s only one way you can give it to him.

turning around in his hold and shuddering at just how hot dog hybrid!bakugou has gotten from his oncoming rut, you give him a meek nod. the sign and the signal is all he needs before tearing through your clothes — making you shudder at the hot press of his cock glistening with precum at your entrance.

dog hybrid!bakugou is so big he makes you choke on your own saliva, snug against your rippling walls — tip brushing against your most inner and sensitive parts. he’s hardly moved and you can feel him churning up your guts, feel slick pool between your thighs as you hopelessly grasp and scratch at the counter. he lets you adjust but only for a second, large palm on the small of your spine to make your back arch up just for him. like you’re his pretty little mate presenting for him.

“‘m g’na fill you up. pump’ya full of pups,” he snarls, rabid and roaring from deep in his chest with every canter of his hips forward — using all of his weight to swing them into you. you have no idea what he’s saying, can’t even hear him over your wet little hole clenching around him, gripping at pulsating veins that decorate his shaft every time he fucks himself into you. the scent of your sex, the feeling of blood rushing through you and your sweet little cries is what drives bakugou forward. the only thought running through his mind is to breed, breed, breed.

dog hybrid!bakugou puts all his weight on you, tail swishing and sticky between his strong legs as he thrusts into you — balls heavy with a hot load all saved up for you. you can feel it as they slap against your sex. he leaves teeth marks up your back, bruises on the fat of your hips from where he tugs you back to meet his cock. he’s so close he hardly wants to pull out of you, circling n he’s myself into with slow and uncoordinated grinds that are enough to make you cum twice before he does — your juices streaking down your trembling thighs as they weakly hold you up against the cool surface of the countertop.

dog hybrid!bakugou barely remembers to warn you about his knot when he does eventually cum — copious amounts of white, viscous seed pouring into you from behind, so much so, that it runs down from his bright red tip and seeps out of your sex in crude slaps to the floor. you whimper, brainless, as his dick swells inside you to keep you nice and full of his cum. making sure it sticks. and bakugou noses your neck softly when he lifts you carefully and carries you into his bedroom to rest before his next cycle.

“stop squirmin’ ‘n sleep. it’ll go down soon,” he tells you before quite literally knocking out on top of you, caging you in underneath him and all of his warmth — content and stuffed full of cock and cum. you have to admit, dog!hybrid bakugou is so cute with his twitching ears and shifting tail during his post-nut nap. falling asleep with him tl like this is comfortable and new too. adorable; even.

though, that’s as cute as it gets, because as soon as his knot’s gone down you wake up to dog hybrid!bakugou whimpering and grinding into the bedsheets he’s spiked with cum from waiting for you to wake up — sucking on your sex from between your thighs, tongue swirling around your hole as he eats his previous release out of you.

“yer finally awake,” katsuki slurs, red eyes delirious and hungry like an apex predator watching its prey. “don’t worry ‘bout me cleanin’ you up, ‘m just makin’ sure you’re ready for another round.”

[b1mbodoll]

gabi ‘m having thoughts about fairy!leehan. idk much abt fairy traps n things in the forest, jus’ that leehan would do whatever it takes to lure u into his realm so he can keep u forever and ever :( gets obsessed the moment he sees you out on a walk, twitches in his pants when you stray too close to his realm, dribbles pre all over his closed fist when you see the berries he enchanted just for you! he thinks you’re so naive :( anything could happen to you on these little strolls you take, you should be thanking him for always watching over you, protecting you. ur curiosity gets the better of you after passing his berry bush one too many times and u try one after an extensive google search to identity them. leehan grips his base to stop himself cumming seeing that juice staining your lips :( when the berries make you fall asleep, bind you to his realm and make you alllllll his, he carries you home. slicks his fingers up with honey and plays with every hole he can find, hooking his fingers behind the gummy insides of your cheeks, pinching and playing with your soft folds ‘til they slick up with something so sweet he wants to bottle it. gropes painfully hard to satisfy himself with the marks his rough touch leaves, abuses your skin with dark, blotchy bruises and drools all over you. jus’ imagine waking up covered in his spit and cum, all marked up by him :(( it’s all over your cheeks and eyelids, pooling in your belly button and every little divot in your pliant body leehan could find :( your nipples are so sore from his sharp teeth and he’s slobbering over your sensitive clit with his fingers curling experimentally in both holes :((( i don’t even know WHERE this idea came from but it’s haunting me it’s so hot and messy thinking abt being his little pet, having no choice but to let him experiment with your body while you sniffle and blubber about being stuck on his realm! jus’ imagine begging him to tell you how to leave and he looks up at you from between your thighs wide eyed n’ tells you maybe he’ll think about letting you go if you let him stick his cock into ur soft slick mouth and swallow his cum like a good little pet :(

pairings: leehan x f! reader

warnings: fairy! leehan + foodplay (the berry thing got me) + fingering + oral + squirting + somnophilia + monsterfucking (just in case)

💌: i think i’m going to pass out.. this is so delicious ‘m drooling

leehan’s cock throbs as he eyes the berry juice dribbling from your lips and down your chin, it stains your skin and the way your tongue darts out to lick the spillage makes him groan, his wings fluttering slightly behind him as lust clouds his mind.

it isn’t long before the enchantment takes its toll on your body; you grow sleepier, passing out soon after eating a handful of them and that’s when he makes his way over, admiring your beauty before taking advantage of the situation. he strips you of your clothing and it takes everything in him not to fuck into you immediately, it’s almost as if your wet cunt has him in a trance but he snaps out of it, wanting to use your body to play out his fantasies.

leehan kisses and licks your lips, moaning when the taste of sweet berries fills his mouth. he trails his tongue over your throat, stopping to suck hickeys onto the soft skin and he preens at the marks left behind, claiming you in his own way.

he kisses down your body, taking his time when he reaches your breasts, one of your nipples in his mouth as his fingers twist and pull the other, even palming your tit when he gets overwhelmed at the feeling. he’s never had the opportunity to touch a human like this and he’ll be damned if he doesnt explore every inch of your body.

the fairy grabs one of the fruits and bites into it, allowing for its juices to drip onto your pussy; drool slips from his mouth as well, a mixture of juice and spit making a mess of your hole.

he presses the berry against your folds, pushing and dragging it to spread the sweetness over your pretty cunt, eager to find out how you’d taste. lithe fingers make their way into your empty hole, coated in the wetness and leehan curls them inside of you, manipulating your body however he pleases.

the feeling of your walls clamping down on the digits is enough to drive leehan crazy, pulling them out and bringing them up to his mouth, cleaning his fingers of your arousal and you taste better than he could’ve ever imagined, swiping his tongue from knuckle to fingertip, savoring the flavor.

he grunts in annoyance when his fingers are free of the remnants, spreading your hole before eating you out; his nose bumps your clit as he pushes his face deeper between your thighs, tongue delving between your folds and slurping audibly to collect every bit of your mixed juices as he can.

despite being unconscious, your body reacts on its own; the pleasure causing you to subconsciously tighten your thighs and clench around his tongue. you whine softly as moans escape leehan and the vibrations are felt on your clit, sleepily tossing and turning the closer you get to your orgasm.

leehan thinks there’s absolutely no way he could ever set you free; not after tasting your cunt mixed with the berry. the taste on his fingers is nothing compared to the one straight from the source and his eagerness to make you cum sends you tumbling over the edge, your release painting his pretty face when you squirt for him.

hm, seems like you’d the perfect human pet after all.

[pparadiselost]

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hinata shoyo x fem reader warning(s): nsfw, blowjob minors do not interact.

It was supposed to be a cute date, originally. Innocent. Harmless, even. You were hit with one of those incurable cravings for a sweet treat randomly, and you had nearly driven yourself insane rifling through your pantry for something sugary with no success. Luckily for you, your darling boyfriend had (literally) jumped to your rescue, whisking you off to a quaint little cookie joint that had caught his eyes the other week and generously treating you to a box of overly priced but oh-so-delicious cookies.

Crumbl, was it? Not that Hinata necessarily cared—all that mattered to him was seeing you grinning from ear-to-ear at the kitchen counter, sitting across from you while you stuffed yourself to your heart’s delight with the sugary cookies. 

It was well-intentioned. Really. Hinata could put his hand over his chest and swear that he only got you those cookies out of the pure adoration of his heart. He would never get you anything with the intention of finessing you. He would hate to view his relationship as transactional.

Yet he couldn’t help it. There was something about the way a stray bit of icing fell onto the corner of your mouth and the way your pretty tongue dragged across your plump lips to catch any stray crumbs. Hinata swallowed thickly, feeling his throat close up, and he dug his nails into the palms of his hand as his pants slowly tightened up.

“Careful. You’re gonna get cookie crumbs all over your face,” he laughed lightheartedly. You looked up with wide eyes when he reached over. Hinata rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, and he forced a bubbly smile to his face. You held your breath as his thumb wiped off the icing on your mouth, and as if on instinct, you opened your mouth off and closed it on his fingers. 

You tentatively licked the icing off of his fingertip, swirling your tongue around his thumb while you peered at him with such angelic eyes.

God. How could he not fuck you?

Next thing he knew, Hinata had you on your knees. His pants were pooled around his ankles, and his big hand yanked at your scalp, forcing your mouth further down on his hard cock. You were whimpering around his girth, your voice sending vibrations down his swollen dick, and while Hinata had no idea what you could be mewling about, the sound of your voice muffled by his cock only made him want to shove himself that much further down your throat.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Hinata breathed. Your eyes were half-lidded, and the bottom half of your face was littered with drool and pre-cum. Hinata didn’t care; his grip on you tightened as he shoved you down forcefully towards his crotch. “Wanted dick so bad to the point of acting like that…”

You managed out a loud moan through the mouthful of dick lodged in your throat. His balls slapped against your drenched chin, itching to fill your mouth with his cum. Hinata could bet his left kidney that your mouth would taste good, all covered in sugary cookies and his semen. 

A wicked tinge of satisfaction flickered in his chest when he saw you choking on his cock, struggling to keep up with him. “You’re making such a mess, slobbering all over my dick like that. Does it taste good? Does your boyfriend’s cock taste that good? Yeah—I bet it does. Bet having my dick all over your tongue tastes better than any of those fucking cookies, doesn’t it?”

He angled his hips, slamming his tip into the back of your mouth. You whined weakly, your eyes unconsciously clenching shut as you tried to keep your breathing steady through your nose. Your mouth felt too good to him. Warm, tight, your throat closing up around his twitching length whenever he mouthfucked you a little too hard. 

“Ah, ah, pretty girl. Eyes open. Don’t you dare look away.” The hand in your hair tightened, and he yanked upwards. Hinata leered down at you with predatory eyes when you yelped, your swollen lips fluttering around his cock. 

You obeyed, and you tilted your heads upwards to blink up at him through your teary eyes. Hinata nearly came right there and then. The knot in his stomach twisted dangerously when he saw you all pathetic and fucked out, lashes clumping together and cheeks hollowed out to pleasure him.

All for him. Nothing felt as good as knowing that you were doing this all for him.

Hinata loved unraveling you. You knew deep down that those eyes, those terrifyingly territorial and unwavering eyes, were reserved for two things only: his volleyball games and you. The fiery concentration and desire that he held towards smashing his opponents down was the same when it came to tearing you apart. 

The calloused hands he’d use to toss ball after ball over the net were the same hands all over your hands and hair right now, shoving your nose into his crotch as he used your mouth like some kind of overglorified fleshlight. And worse, Hinata knew you got off on him being all obsessive like this. 

Hinata gritted his teeth, his abs tensing up as you dedicatedly pressed your tongue against his dick. Even through the fuckfest of him brutally forcing as much of his cock as he could down your throat, you were still doing your best to make him happy. It was so dirty and so loving; Hinata fucking loved it. 

He was ruining you, and he couldn’t get enough. He was turning you into some sex-drunk freak that existed and lived only for him, to make him feel good, to make him happy. You would instantly cave under his touch, morphing into the glassy-eyed cock-crazed caricature you were now, bruising your knees on the hard kitchen floor while trying to get him to paint the insides of your pretty mouth with his pearly white cum. You’d fall apart for him, for just a taste of his touch.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he crooned darkly. “Just like that- Feels good for you too, doesn’t it? Yeah, you love sucking me off. I know you do.”

You moaned lewdly, pursing your lips the way he liked it and swallowing around him. Hinata hissed through his teeth when your throat clenched up around him. Your mouth felt heavenly, every part of you dedicated to milking his cock. Leaving you quivering, he pressed his cock cruelly and greedily into you like he was fucking your pussy.

He exhaled deeply, yet the crow-like never faltered, not even for a moment. His stomach clenched and clawed at his insides, desperate to empty himself into your mouth. Every time your tongue dangerously traced over the slit of his sensitive head, his cock twitched against the inside of your cheeks. 

“Ye-es, that’s my good girl- Gonna cum, pretty thing- Gonna cum in your mouth… Think you can take it?” 

You bobbed your head and hummed. Was that your way of mimicking a nod? Not that it mattered to Hinata that much. You braced yourself, making sure to keep your eyes peeled open to look demurely up at Hinata, a constant reminder of who you belonged to. You could feel his thrusts growing more wild and erratic, his hips ramming against your jaw without any care except to cum all over you. 

His fingers dug into your scalp, and you relaxed your jaw the best you could. Hinata reeled his hips back before shoving your face down as far as you could go, and your nose brushed against his navel. The muscles in your throat rebelled against the invasion, yet you forced your body to bend to Hinata’s will. His balls stiffened up under your bottom lip, and you had just enough time to suck in a breath through your nose when he came with a violent shudder.

“Fuck- Fuck-,” he choked out, and his jaw clenched up. “Take it…! Take it, fucking take it-”

You gagged on his dick when he yanked painfully at your hair, tears slipping through the corners of your eyes. You could feel his cum pour out into the back of your mouth, invading your senses. You choked slightly, coughing against his cock as you tried to swallow as much of his burning hot semen as you could in one go.

Hinata pumped his cock in and out of your mouth a few more times, riding out his high before he wisely pushed you off of him by shoving at your forehead. You fell on your ass, nearly falling backwards entirely before you caught yourself with your hands. You spluttered, unceremoniously fighting to regain your breath.

You didn’t care to notice the stray drops of his sticky cum staining your lips as you gasped for air, trembling on the floor. Hinata was an insatiable monster. When he wanted something, there was no stopping him. Even now, as you were reeling from the aftereffects of his orgasm, he still looked down at you keenly with such pointed eyes.

Your chest still felt tight, and your mind was still fuzzy from not being able to breathe comfortably. Yet you stuck your tongue out dutifully, opening up your mouth to show that you had taken him just like how he asked you to. 

“S-Swallowed it all- Took it all, Shoyo-,” you mewled. You rubbed your thighs together, squirming in your spot. “Did it just like you asked- Just the way you like it.”

You looked like a goddamn mess, yet Hinata thought you looked absolutely beautiful. This was a part of you he had all to himself. A part that nobody except he could see, a part that nobody could draw out of you except for him. Your hair was all tousled and sticking out in random directions, from him tugging and pulling at it like tomorrow didn’t exist. Trails of hot tears marked your gorgeous, gorgeous face, and even through your swollen eyes, Hinata thought you looked downright cherubic. 

And your mouth. That damned mouth of yours that he couldn’t fucking get enough of. 

Hinata kneeled down, and your breath caught in the back of your throat. Without speaking a single word to you, he reached forward with one of his hands. You inhaled through your parted lips weakly when he caught your chin with his fingers, tilting your face up slightly to meet his eyes, blown wide open with lust. 

A cold shiver ravaged your body when his thumb swiped at your bottom lip, wiping at the cum sticking to your mouth. Hinata gathered it up before pressing the top of his thumb into your mouth. Not exactly pushing into your mouth, but resting there. A quiet command. 

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You let his thumb invade your mouth again, and like before, you batted your tear-stained eyes as best as you could. You lapped at his thumb, the lingering salty taste of his cum only refreshing across your taste buds as you licked up the final remaining drops off of Hinata. You hollowed your cheeks out, sucking at his finger as if it were his cock that you had sucked mere moments ago.

“You know how to drive me wild, don’t you?” Hinata whispered. His voice was low, dangerous, tinged with thorns. Where was the sweetness that he had for you earlier? You knew it was buried somewhere deep underneath, but that wasn’t what he cared for right now.

“Anything for you, Shoyo,” you mumbled around his thumb. “Wanna be your good girl. Wanna be yours.”

His lips quirked upwards into a proud smirk. “Would you let me ruin you even further then?”

You nodded, pressing the broad of your thumb against the pad of his thumb. Hinata swallowed thickly again, and you watched with curious eyes as his Adam’s apple bobbed eagerly. He could feel the blood rush to his crotch again, unable to resist your subtle seduction. His cock twitched slightly in between his toned thighs, yet Hinata wanted more after everything you had already given him. Everything you had, till you were no more without him.

“Let me make you mine then, pretty girl.” He chuckled. “Up. Bend over. On the kitchen counter. If you’re so insistent on letting me ruin you, I’ll hold you to your word.”

Again and again, the greedy streak inside Hinata purred devilishly, until you’d both crumble away into each other. To sweetness, to nothingness, to eternity.

[nocturnalfei]

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[ᵀᵃᵍˡⁱˢᵗ - @gyufemboy @beomqutie ]

~ The chill night wind rushed past you as you ran down the street. You didn’t come from a well-off area. In fact, you lived in the worst side of town. Only the strong survived here. But you weren’t strong, at least not strong enough to keep your family off you. So you ran.

It was dangerous for an 11 year old girl to be alone here, especially at night. But anything had to be better than that house of nightmares.

You came up to a gas station where the roads met, outer lights flickering and windows barred. There was a stench in the air you were all too familiar with, your eyes immediately spotting the source. You saw some people sitting on the ground behind the building, smoking cigarettes. The fire that caught your eye was lower to the ground though, burning something else.

You hid behind the dumpster before they could see you. You were too far away to make out their features, but you knew nothing good would come out of revealing yourself. You hadn’t taken much with you, just some cash you stole from your parents. And one of your dad’s hunting knives. You couldn’t take any chances. You already know of many things that have occurred on these streets. You put your hand in your pocket, gripping the knife in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

A growling broke your concentration. Something grabbed your arm, forcing your hand out of your pocket. The harshness of the grip made you drop the knife and panic immediately overtook you. “Huh, well what are you doing out so late, Sweetheart?” The man yanked you out from behind the dumpster. A large dog barked in the distance. You tried to break free from the man, but his grip remained solid. He dragged you behind the building to join the others. “Our lucky night, huh?”

“Awe, how cute.” The woman in front of you chirped. Another man stood beside her, holding back a huge hound that was viciously growling at you. She lifted the spoon and lighter closer to you, flicking the lighter on underneath. The liquid in the spoon boiled and a sickening smell released, making you gag. “Want some, Kiddo?”

You trembled in the man’s grasp. You felt his other hand reach in your pockets and pull out the small amount of money you had. “Damn, just enough for another pack of Newports.” He threw you to the ground and your knees stung when they impact the concrete. The other man brought the dog closer, so close you could feel the slobber as it growled over you. It’s eyes were savage, begging to kill.

“Tell you what,” the first man spoke up, gripping your chin to look up at the woman, who now had a syringe. “We’ll let the first time be free, but you’ll owe us for the next one. And don’t worry, money isn’t the only way to pay us back.”

You screamed and thrashed against the man as he held you down. He covered your mouth and pushed you harder onto the cement.

Until suddenly, there was no more pressure on you.

“What the fuck?!”

You looked up in time to see a small figure on top of the man. It was…a boy?

Then a gleam in the darkness.

A sickening pop. A squelching twist.

“FUCK!!”

Blood spurted as the boy pulled the knife out of the man’s body. Before you had time to react, you jumped at the sounds of gunshots and screams from behind you. The barking cut into a whelp before stopping.

You turned in time to see no more life in the open eyes of the bodies on the ground. The dog lay limp on the pavement, a dark liquid pooling around its body. A metallic odor filled your nose and your ears rang. It was hard to focus. A muted siren went off in the distance.

“Shit! Let’s go!” The boy ran up to you, gripping your wrist and yanking you from the ground. He gave you no time to recover before taking off in a run, pulling you along in his strong grip. “Come on, RUN!”

You ran as fast as you could, desperate to keep up with this strange boy, even though you were terrified of what you had witnessed. He had just killed a man, after all. The two of you bolted down the street before cutting through an alleyway. You ran into him hard as he came to a sudden stop. He didn’t let you recover before tugging at your hand to pull you up the fire escape. “Hurry!”

“I’m trying!” You squeaked as you climbed. He rushed to help you get up and onto a dark balcony. He tucked you two into the shadows and his arm reached around you, pressing you into him as you both sank down into a crouch. He motioned for you to stay silent, eyes intense in the moonlight.

You tried to quiet your breathing. You could hear plenty of cars on the street a small distance away. The sirens reappeared only to soon fade away. You started to relax. That is, until the boy’s grip on you tightened and you heard the footsteps.

A police officer appeared in the alleyway below, you could just make him out in the moonlight. You held your breath and tried to stay completely still, though your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

“Those fucking kids.” Another officer appeared next to him. “Now they’re killing homeless people? I mean, what the hell?”

“Well, at least it’s no one that’ll be missed.” The first one said. “Let’s call it a night.”

You didn’t allow yourself to breathe until their footsteps were completely gone. When the boy finally relaxed beside you was when you allowed your own body to relax. He took a deep breath before leaning his head back against the balcony wall. You looked up at the boy, suddenly feeling dizzy as everything that had just occurred hit you at once. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Hey,” you heard him say, feeling his arms wrap around you. “Shhh, it’s okay now.” He rested his head on top of yours, your face buried into his neck. It was wet. Were you crying? It was hard to focus on anything.

The boy’s strong arms stroked your back, his soft voice repeating that phrase like a mantra, until you finally calmed down. The boy waited for your heart beat to slow before cautiously letting you go. “I’m sorry.” The boy whispered. “I was about your age when I saw my first dead body.”

“Thank you,” you spoke up after a moment, “for saving me.”

The boy smiled. You finally took a moment to really look at him. He was slightly older than you. Dark hair tussled over his hooded eyes. His lips were full. Even in the dark, you could see that his smile was genuine towards you, but it did not reach his eyes. Who was this boy?

Before you were able to say anything else, his hand grasped yours and he was pulling you to your feet. “Come on, we can’t stay here.”

You didn’t argue. Where did you have to go anyway?

⟡

You followed the boy through the city, hands remaining connected. You two finally came up to a small, long-abandoned building tucked in one of the alleys. He helped you to crawl through one of the smashed windows and led you further into the building.

You entered a room without windows. The remnants of moonlight from the hole in the hallway allowed you to see two sleeping bags laid out. The boy pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you and drowning you in darkness.

“What took you guys so long?”

You jumped at the voice that came from the corner of the room. The boy scoffed, giving your hand a squeeze. “A couple cops chased us through the city.”

He leaned down and picked something off the floor. A click was your only warning before the flashlight turned on, aimed towards the new voice. Another boy. He winced as the light hit him. “Are you trying to fucking blind me?”

This boy was closer to your age. He also had dark hair but his eyes were large and piercing, only exaggerated more by his small frame. A small reflection of light brought your eyes to the gun next to him. So you had heard gunshots. Both of these boys were murderers.

“You’re pretty.”

You blinked, realizing the new boy was talking to you. You felt uncomfortable with the compliment and turned your head away.

“Thank you for being there, Taehyun,” the older boy said. “I couldn’t have handled them alone.” Taehyun. You felt the elder’s hand let go of yours, almost shocked at the sudden loneliness you felt with the loss of contact. “Hey.”

It took you a moment to notice the elder now talking to you. His hands came up to rest on your shoulders. When you still didn’t respond, his fingers caught your chin and guided your gaze to meet his. Your eyes had adjusted to the low light from the flashlight, so you easily noticed the worry in his eyes. “Uh-I-,”

“It’s ok.” He smiled down at you, releasing your chin. “You need rest.” You nodded. The adrenaline came crashing down on you and your body grew exhausted. Taehyun went to find an extra sleeping bag, leaving you two alone for a moment. “I’m really sorry that I didn’t get to you sooner.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You weren’t used to such kindness. Luckily, Taehyun reappeared, though you both looked up only to see he was empty-handed. “No luck.”

“That’s ok.” You finally spoke up. “I can sleep without one.”

“Absolutely not.” The elder countered. “You can use mine.”

“No. I don’t want you to sleep in the cold.” He had already done enough for you. You didn’t want to be any more of a burden.

“Then let’s share mine.”

Your eyes widened, but you found yourself nodding. You didn’t even know this boy’s name, let alone watching him kill a man, but you trusted him.

Taehyun got in his bag next to the two of you, turning to face away but obviously still listening. The older boy crawled into his bag, keeping it open to give you room to join him. You nestled yourself next to him, the warmth of his body engulfing you as he closed the bag. His arm wrapped around you and you tucked your face into his chest.

His scent had you feeling something you were not used to, every inhale causing you to relax more. You listened to his heartbeat, and for once, sleep was coming easy to you.

“Y/n.” You whispered to him, words slurring with your drowsiness. “My name’s Y/n.”

The boy took a deep breath, memorizing your scent. He didn’t know what made him check out the commotion. They lived in a harsh reality where bad things happened all the time. He would usually only worry about himself and Taehyun. But the moment he saw you, bruised and battered, he couldn’t look away. And when he saw them grab you, something took over in him, and he had pounced. He had to protect you. “Yeonjun.”

⟡

As the days went by, the boys kept you fed and safe. Your bond for the boys only grew over time. Late nights were filled with shared stories. Some memories were never spoken, instead only exchanged in the gazes between understanding eyes.

An 11 and 13 year old from the same foster home. Runaways, like you. Rejected from their “family,” like you. You shared more with them than they did with you, and you could tell they had more stories left untold, but you never pushed. Still, fire rose in the two boys eyes whenever they saw the marks your family had given you. Many of the bruises had faded by now, but some still remained.

The boys took it upon themselves to teach you how to survive. They taught you how to pickpocket and steal. You asked Yeonjun to teach you how to fight with a knife. Taehyun tried to teach you how to use his gun, but your nerves always got the better of you once you held it.

They were strong and warm. They never obtained a third sleeping bag and you actually found yourself grateful, feeling safest in their arms. You’ve grown addicted to their scent, even the hint of tobacco from their cigarettes. The one smell that used to have you quaking in fear now helped you fall asleep.

Some nights, the three of you went out in the city, pickpocketing drunk club-goers. Other nights, you stayed with Taehyun at the hideout while Yeonjun went out. He never said where he was going, but you also never asked. He would stay out late and you found yourself never able to sleep without the both of them there. Yeonjun usually came back before dawn, but something was always off. You could never tell quite what, nor did you ever allow him to know you were awake.

Some nights were special. The nights Yeonjun successfully stole alcohol, for example. Those nights were bright with laughs and fun. One night was filled with tears. Many nights ended with the three of you lying on the floor, arms and legs wrapped amongst each others, sleeping bags forgotten.

Sometimes there were soft kisses shared. You three never spoke of those nights come morning. It never led to more, but you still didn’t exactly understand your feelings. Still, one thing was for certain: you weren’t lonely anymore. You were safe, you were actually happy.

They promised to take you away one day, always with serious eyes, whether sober or not. One night, Yeonjun found the rough circular scars from when your father put out cigars on your arm. You spent the whole night trying to calm him down, the rage in his eyes terrifying you.

“I promise, we’ll get you as far away from them as possible.” Yeonjun gasped, arms wrapped tight around you, trying to mask that he was holding back tears of fury. “I fucking promise you, Y/n.”

Then the day came. The boys that found you were suddenly ripped away from you. You three slept soundly, right before everything went to hell.

Gunshots.

Both boys jumping to action. Taehyun grabbing you and taking off while yeonjun reached for the gun. He fired a few rounds back before following you two. The three of you ran down the alleys, gunshots unending. Then, a hit.

“Fuck!”

Yeonjun stumbled and rolled against the pavement. Red painted his calf.

“No!” Taehyun, letting go of your hand and running back to Yeonjun.

You heard a scream.

Sirens.

They showed up in minutes.

Yeonjun lying on the pavement, gripping his calf and cursing out. Taehyun, eyes feral, gun in hand.

“Freeze!”

“Drop the weapon! Hands in the air!”

When Taehyun didn’t move, Yeonjun used whatever strength he had left to knock the gun from the younger’s hands. This broke Taehyun from his rage and you watched them raise their hands in defeat. Large hands grabbed your arms and you could hear more screaming.

“Get off her!” Taehyun.

You spun around and came face to face with the officer. “Hey, isn’t this the missing girl?” Officers ran past you and you panicked when you heard the boy’s grunts but couldn’t see what was happening to them? “C’mon, your parents are probably worried sick.”

“No!” This time you felt the rawness of your scream, though you almost didn’t recognize your own voice. You fought, unsuccessful as the officer dragged you to the car. “No! Stop! Please!”

One arm broke free as he went to open the car door, allowing you to twist around. Through your tears, you watched as officers pinned your boys to the ground, handcuffing them. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

The officers placed you into the car and the door locked. You pressed against the window. They kept eye contact with you as the officers lifted them off the ground to stand. They weren’t fighting, eyes completely serious. The car started up and you felt yourself sobbing as you watched their figures fade away into the night.

©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

[togamzee]

He could hear the ocean.

The ocean, and the shatter of glass. Muffled. Coming from inside.

His eyes opened, unmoving from his spot. Planted firmly cross legged on the wooden wrap around porch, Ryo’s head fell to the side; leaning to listen to the melody of breakdown in the beach house. The number of glassware must have been finite, as the song did not last forever. Not once did the gentle breeze silence its whisper. The waves did not cease their quiet roar. Seagull calls remained periodic. 

Without the piercing sound to occupy his consciousness, his gaze fell upon the creature at his side. His dreaming companion varied in size and build, this time appearing as a small ball of fur in a pomeranian shape. A smile crossed his face. Raising a hand to pet the devil, touch burned–as always–though he never lost the ache to embrace it. Yellow-red eyes met his, the little critter’s mouth opening in a familiar and friendly manner of panting. Ryo grinned, pulling the all-too warm dog into his lap. In spite of the burn, he let his friend lap at his face, letting out a quiet laugh as he wiped off the slobber. 

The two of them were both caught off guard at another sound interrupting the beach ambience. Knocking. Positioned on the other side of the house, they couldn’t see the door, but a thick silence swept across the beach. 

“Hey, Į̸̬̲͖̼̝͚̺̙̮͇͖͑͋́̃̈́̀̽͒ž̶̧̧͉̻̦͆̾͊̊̈́̓ử̵̡̧̗̞̘̺͔̹̪̈̉́̒̐̏r̵̪̦̭̬̗̻̗̟͛͌̓̔̎͂̽̂̇̈́̋͠u̷̩͈̳̱̼͍̭̭̘̳̦̪͗̽͂̒͝.” 

Ryo was aware he was asleep–he was dreaming, an act his waking self would never recall–yet he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was breathing in his bed. 

His companion shifted to stand on his chest, barking to snap him back. 

The wind whispered once again. 

This time, though, he could hear something more from the house. An argument–or perhaps not? It was a type of conversation Ryo knew he feared. He couldn’t make out the words. Anxiety filled his chest. Whoever had entered the house carried a looming low darkness that both soothed and scared him. His small furry friend sat alert, the pair straining to catch even a fraction of the muted talk coming from indoors. Not that time was evident in dreams, but he was able to discern some amount must have passed before the door opened and closed again. 

He had seen her before. In flashes, glimpses, in a tormented frozen ball at the corner of a cave hidden by a waterfall. He saw her now, storming by, wild red eyes and flowing black hair and an expression that held too much; yet nothing at all. 

Captivating felt too loose a term. Alluring? Enthralling? There was a real possibility she was a witch. The pomeranian on his chest wagged his tail, equally as intrigued by her presence. She did not stop, carrying with her the air of thunder and anger and desperation. Ryo felt guilty.

The next figure to appear made him choke. 

Shoulder length perfectly blond hair. An arctic blue gaze that rested on him for far too many heartbeats. Ryo knew every inch of this person, and yet was so desolate in his admiration for each aspect of his appearance and body and aura. In spite of the threatening darkness evident in his character, he offered Ryo a soft and serene smile, the culminating charm keeping Ryo chained to the floor. His creature barked excitedly, padding to the edge of the porch with full bodied wiggles. He remained speechless as the other approached, kneeling to pick up the fuzzy dog and letting him kiss at his immaculate facial features. Ryo felt his heart beat again. 

The blond set his companion down once more. Blue pools for eyes traced over him. 

“Reach towards her. She’s porcelain on the surface alone.”

Oh. 

Ryo gawked, mouth agape. 

The other then turned, leaving to follow after and reach towards the soul that they both so clearly craved in such an irrational manner. He watched them, learning, admiring. The calm confidence radiating from him made Ryo jealous. How could he feel so…sure? So positive that he had her, that no matter what he did or could do it would never put too many wrenches in what they shared–a confidence that firm was…frightening. Unshaking. It was obvious he had driven her outside, driven her to shatter glass across the floor and driven her to cast those impossible red eyes full of love and devotion regardless of it all.

Returning to him, the creature balled himself back into his lap. The burn helped. 

The burn always helped.

[comatosebunny09]

Milk

Summary: The effects of the demon’s blood art may have subsided. However, Kyojuro’s infatuation with your feline side still remains.

Genre: Smut, Modern AU

Warnings: Female Reader, Bl*wjob, C*m Eating, Filth

Part 2 for The Cat’s Meow. Before you ask, yes. Yes, I am. All the time. 😐 Hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for reading!

He doesn’t fully make it out of the Challenger, the echo of the thunderous engine having drawn you from your nap.

“Does my kitten want milk?” he asks with hooded eyes, plunging his thumb betwixt your sinful lips.

He drags your mouth open, a bead of saliva dribbling down your chin. You gaze at him through thick lashes. Paw at his thighs, knelt between them like the obedient pet that you are.

“Yes, Master,” you mewl. Nip at the pad of his thumb, peeking your tongue out for a taste.

Kyojuro releases an anguished sound, one that rumbles within his chest and vibrates your center. He bites his lip, an internal struggle swimming beneath the fiery pools of his irises. Probably stuck on whether to take you here in the garage or carry you to the bedroom to punish you for your impatience.

Decisions, decisions.

He chuckles, an expectant quirk to his brows. “Well then, kitten. Are you going to have your fill?”

A challenging smirk curves his lips whilst he toys with the velvet choker around your neck. Grazes your sternum with deft fingers, sending electrical currents pulsing throughout. Kyojuro then proceeds to sweep your hair off your naked shoulders, gathering it into his fist behind your head.

Saliva puddles in your cheeks. You never relinquish his gaze whilst you eagerly work his belt through its loops, undoing the bottom buttons of his dress shirt, your stomach churning with anticipation.

Kyojuro lifts his hips from the leather seat, helping you divest him of the heavy layers of his slacks and briefs. They pool around his ankles, belt buckle clinking softly against the concrete. You suck in a sharp breath, watching his dick slap intimidatingly against his abdominals whilst he sits back on his elbows.

You swallow. Swipe at your lips with your tongue. Ingest the salty aroma of precum gathering at the tip of his prominent cock head. Your gaze ventures southward, soaking in the beautiful veins that throb beneath the tan skin of his shaft. They end their excursion at tight, pulsating balls that you weigh in your hand, evoking an approved hum from the Adonis before you.

Your nails dig pretty grooves into his impressive thighs. You progress forward, slightly lifting your ass into the air, a cool breeze contrasting against your swelteringly hot, slobbering cunt. You chance an experimental lick at the underside of his shaft to the tip of his head, earning a hoarse groan in response.

“Don’t tease me,” the blond pleads, burying five shaky fingers into the soft confines of your hair.

Your pussy hiccups.

You’ll have all night to make it up to him if you decide to take your time.

It is your turn to smirk as a steady hand encircles his scorching cock. Loving the texture of the wispy, flaxen tendrils assembled at its base. You suckle on the tender head, nibbling with just enough teeth to make his legs spasm and his breath catch in his throat. A firm hand pressed to his thigh to ground him; you release the reddened flesh with a noisy pop! Fix him with a haughty look whilst you lap at him with the finesse of a cautious feline.

You’re eager to have all of him in your mouth, to taste every bit of him. But you want him keening for you first. You swirl your slippery appendage around his slit, dipping in briefly to draw a gleaming string of precum from its borders.

“Fuck, baby,” Kyojuro drawls, tightening his grip on your locks.

He oozes more of his honeyed essence onto your lips, and you greedily drink it up.

Kyojuro tosses his head back as you take more of him into your mouth. Inch by delicious inch. Mutters praises and obscenities as his shaft disappears within the scorching cavern of your mouth until your lips meet his pubic bone. Tears spring to your eyes, the head of his dick having tested your gag reflexes. You hollow out your cheeks as you work your way back to his crest, saliva glazing his shaft with a slick sheen.

“Oh fuck, that’s my girl.” You bask in the tightening of his abs as he bites his fist to reign himself in. You can tell that it’s taking all of him not to buck up and fuck your mouth, what with the minute twitch of his balls at your teasing. He doesn’t want to hurt you, however.

Despite the devilish games you play, he’s still ever the gentleman until you give him permission to do with you as he pleases. Though now, you wouldn’t be too adverse to him throat fucking you.

You employ your other hand to pump him into submission whilst your tongue makes several delicious expeditions over his tip. Covering whatever ground you can’t reach with your lips. You bob your head in conjunction with your ministrations, giving him just the right amount of friction, drawing more of his tangy substance into your mouth.

Obscene sounds fill the quieted garage. Your pace quickens, Kyojuro’s hips undulating off the driver seat to meet your mouth in controlled thrusts. You take to kneading his heavy balls as you work your tongue back into the fray, sliding it against the underside of his erection as you take him repeatedly into the back of your throat. He is all but begging, reduced to an amorphous blob under your tiny hands and devious mouth.

At some point, the arduous roll of his hips, morphs into something more frantic as he throws caution to the wind and holds your head in place to fuck into your mouth. Your piteous gagging fills the atmosphere. Saliva and precum bubble around his cock. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, pussy trembling and clamping down on itself.

You know that Kyojuro won’t last much longer, his breaths having quickened and his fingernails digging painfully into your scalp.

Kyojuro’s hips sputter after one final rotation. He comes undone at the back of your throat. Coats the insides of your jaws with viscous, briny cream that cascades down your neck and glides down the valley of your breasts. You milk him greedily, sucking on the throbbing flesh until he twitches from the overstimulation.

Once you’ve devoured every morsel of cum, you plant a chaste kiss to the bulbous head, reveling in the pitiful whimper that leaves your boyfriend’s mouth.

“I’m still hungry, Master,” you purr, voice deceptively innocent as you kiss your way up his stomach, undoing the buttons that remain in your way.

Kyojuro hums, pushing your matted hair back from your cheek as you meet him in a succulent kiss; twine your tongue with his in a decadent dance that leaves you writhing for more.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Kyojuro coos, massaging your generous ass cheek with his large palm. A low moan rolls in your chest as he squeezes just enough to capture your labia in his fingers. Pins you with a ravenous look as his eyes glint in the fluorescent light.

“I guess I’ll just have to fill you up until you burst, now won’t I, dear kitten?”

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[btsydtrash]

Euphoria [8]

bad boy jungkook x librarian yn

Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn’t know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.

Now… How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.

(angst / yandere / smut / gore / fluff)

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author’s note: yn’s not going down without a fight tho, is she?

Chapter 8 ‘Mission’

When you wake up, you are stunned to realize that you had actually been able to fall asleep under the circumstances. Usually, you would have been too uncomfortable to truly relax, but here you were, slobbering all over their expensive-looking couch.

It wasn’t dark outside by any means but it was significantly later than you had expected it to be.

The sun was high in the sky hidden behind the film of heavy clouds, so you presume it to be around early afternoon. The world below you was alive and bustling, despite the gray and drab weather and, humorlessly, you realize that it seems to match your mood perfectly.

Your skin feels heavy from where it had been pressed heavily into the soft sofa and as you lift your head fully, you can sense that you aren’t alone. Pressing into the grooves of your skin, you slowly turn your head toward the source of the soft sound of turning pages.

It wasn’t Jungkook, thankfully.

Jimin glances over the head of his comic book and says, “Don’t mind me.”

Unconsciously, tension leaves your body.

Jimin, objectively, wasn’t any better than Jungkook to have around - both of them being your captors - but something about waking up to see Jungkook’s metaphorical wagging tail and puppy dog eyes would have set you off something fierce.

Your nerves are shot, trembling lightly where they fist the material pooling at your stomach, and you glare at the other man, annoyed by the nerve of his sunshine-like expression.

“I wasn’t going to,” you grumble, voice croaky and thick with sleep. You clear your throat and sit up, feeling the urge to relieve yourself. Begrudgingly, you ask, “Where’s the bathroom?”

Jimin looks up and asks, voice filled with sarcasm, “You aren’t going to try and climb out the window, right?”

You glare at him but he simply shrugs. Jimin explains, “I got put on YN-watch tonight, so I have to make sure you aren’t left alone. At all. Jungkook would kill me.”

You say, barely able to hide your pout, “This is insane, you know that right?”

Jimin nods in agreement. He explains, easily, “Sure. It’s also incredibly illegal. But that’s never stopped us before.”

You scoff, lip curling in annoyance, “Right. I shouldn’t expect decency from people like you.”

He laughs, loud and sudden, like the sound was shocked out of him. “Decency? Says the person who held a gun on me and threatened to cut my eyes out.”

“I wasn’t actually gonna do it,” you retort, dismissively. Jimin pins you with a look and you huff, “Okay. But, I didn’t do it. That’s the important part. Plus, you had assaulted me first. I was just protecting myself.”

Jimin gives you a dry look, not even the slight bit amused by your excuses. The pink-haired man gracefully moves to his feet, tossing the comic back onto the table with a couple others from the same series, and he says, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Come on. I made lunch. You can shower, get changed then eat.”

He leads you out of the library and through the ornately-decorated apartment, too quickly for you to be able to take note of much besides the fancy decor and messy living room. Jimin walks to a room and pushes open the door. The first thing you notice is an expensive-looking drum-set in the corner of the room, a pair of overhead earphones sat on the stool and a worn pair of drumsticks are on the computer desk.

Three of the four walls are dark, charcoal black wallpaper with a slightly raised design that you wanted to trail your fingers across. One main wall is ivory white, with a huge bed pushed into the corner, low with many soft white pillows piled at the head of the bed. The room is smaller than you expected but it seems designed that way, as if comfort and coziness was the aim instead of grand expressions of luxury.

You say, eyes sweeping around the area, “This is Jungkook’s room, isn’t it?”

You miss the bemused expressions that passes over Jimin’s face. He hums. “Yeah, it is.”

The floor is coated in dark gray carpet, soft but it feels reinforced under your feet. You suspect there’s a couple of layers of carpet to insulate the room. Two paintings are reclined against the white wall, and they don’t seem to be designer, but they could be hung in an art gallery somewhere. They fit the soft dark aesthetic of the room and you want to take a closer look but Jimin pushes open a door you hadn’t seen when you first entered.

“Jungkook won’t mind if you use anything of his,” he comments. He opens up a drawer and hands you a towel. It’s soft and it smells good, even when you hold it at a distance. One thing you have noticed about being in Jungkook’s space was that the freak was tidy - anally so. Contrary to the rest of the apartment that had dots of mess, clothes draped over furniture and dishes in the sink, showing it to be lived in, his personal space was pristine. You almost didn’t want to touch anything, in case you knocked it out of its perfect harmony with the rest of the room. “Wear something of his, a sweater or something.”

“I don’t want to,” you grumble. “Give me something of yours.”

He snorts. “You see this?” He points to his black eye. “I got this for just mentioning you. I refuse to lose a tooth because he sees you in something of mine instead of his.” Jimin lets out a small chuckle at the gentle shock on your face. “It’s that or you walk around naked.”

“I’m tempted to take you up on that but I’d rather die than give you the satisfaction of seeing my perfect tits in real time,” you snark. You roll your eyes but bring the towel closer to your chest. “Go.”

Jimin smirks but disappears out the way you both came.

With the sound of the door closing behind him, you feel the strong wall you had built up inside of you collapse for a moment before your frown deepens. You slump against the doorframe leading to the bathroom and close your eyes, holding the towel tight to your chest.

You have to figure out how to get out of here, and fast. You have to figure something out before Jungkook gets back.

Jimin is on edge around you. He won’t turn his back to you. He was probably told to keep you in his line of sight every second. It’s a fortune he left you alone to wash your ass, but perhaps the risk of actually seeing a pair of breasts had the pink-haired maniac running for the hills. He didn’t seem averse to women, but then again, you weren’t one to judge, having found yourself twisted in the sheets with every flavor of the human-rainbow - some of them, more than once.

You walk into the bathroom and struggle with the knob of the shower. It comes out powerfully, and takes mere seconds to warm up. It was enticing, the urge to wash the last couple of days off. You have to be careful of your hand, the burn tingles a little but it doesn’t hurt - not enough to take any medication, at least. You stare at yourself in the mirror, watching your reflection slowly becomes absorbed by the steam filling the room. You wipe a hand across the surface of the glass, so you can see your own face, before you hang your head in surrender.

You had come to a wretched conclusion during these few moments of blessed freedom.

For now, you would have to play their game.

And that meant doing as they wanted, no matter how frustrated it made you feel.

You shower, taking care of your wrapped wrist, and dress in a pair of boxers fresh out the packet and a huge sweater. You practically drowned in the material, having to roll the sleeves up three times before you could see your own hands. Jungkook had a huge collection of socks and you grabbed the funniest looking pair you could find - yellow and green spots with a cartoon frog stitched on either side. You looked stupid, but it was better than nothing. And his clothes smelled divine.

Once you are done, you toss the towel in the dirty basket in the corner of the room and open the door, walking out into the hallway. Only to trip over Jimin’s body sat distractedly in front of the door and fall straight to the floor in a crumpled heap in his lap. The two of you look at each other for a beat, strangely close, before he shoves you off, sending you rolling.

“Holy shit,” Jimin gasps. “You’re fucking heavy.”

He swats at the invisible dirt on his shoulders and straighten out his pants as he moves to his feet. “You sure took your time.”

You roll your eyes and get up by yourself. What a dick. “Whatever. You said you made lunch. I’m hungry.”

He stares at you for a long moment before he glances away. “Follow me.”

Jimin leads you into the living room and nods to the comfy looking couch. “Sit.”

“I’m not a dog,” you snap but do as you were told.

He snorts and yells from where he had disappeared into the kitchen, “Dogs follow commands much better than you do.”

You bite down on the urge to bark back at him. Instead, you pull your legs up to your chest and glare at the huge TV across from you. The screen was showing a preview for a new romance drama that you had heard about but you had no intention of watching.

Love stories rarely moved you in a positive way. Instead, they filled you with a strange cloying sensation, like being stuck in a hot, sweaty room with barely a sliver of wind. You search for the sweet relief that the wind should give you, but the feeling of overbearing heat persists. In fact, it only gets worse the more you move around. So, you try succumbing to the temperature, but that only makes you feel pathetic.

Looking or not looking at love in motion - either way, you felt suffocated.

Jimin returns and drops down beside you. He nudges your legs so you make space on your lap for the plate in his hands. He says, “I hope you don’t have any allergies.”

You roll your eyes. “It would be a little late if I did.”

He pauses for a moment before he laughs, a little meanly. “You’re right. Eat up.”

He had made dakgangjeong with a side of yellow rice. It smells fragrant and your stomach gurgles in hunger.

Jimin had already started chowing down but when he notices you hadn’t begun eating, he tosses you a scathing look. “What? It’s not fancy enough for you or something, Princess?”

You roll your eyes. “You gave me a plastic spoon.”

He scoffs. “Should I have given you a pair of chopsticks so you can jab the end into my eye and make a run for it? Not likely. Figure it out.”

You struggle a little with the food, getting the sweet-and-spicy chunks of boneless chicken and rice into your mouth, much to Jimin’s amusement. He lets out odd snorts when bits of meat misses your mouth and falls back into the bowl or into your lap, much to your annoyance. You jab him in his side with your elbow, only one time, sharp and purposeful, and he lets out a gasp of air.

“Fuck, YN,” he whines, rubbing at the sore spot. “What are you, made of metal?”

“Only 69%,” you retort, rolling your eyes. You ask, “Can we change the channel? All this love shit is giving me the creeps.”

Jimin looks your way before he nods. “I don’t like romance stuff either.”

“Why? You had no problem being all lovey-dovey with misery-guts earlier,” you retort. “I thought you’d eat this love crap up.”

“You mean Tae?” Jimin laughs, but the sound is strained. “Nah, that’s just… I don’t know, it’s just that we aren’t together-together.”

You rear your head back for a moment, running each incident of stomach-turning PDA you had witnessed in the very few interactions you had with both men, and you can’t stop yourself from asking, shock evident on your face, “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jimin shrugs, running his tongue across his teeth a few times, contemplative, before he explains, “What Tae and I are can’t really be explained with words. He’s my person, you know? My soulmate. I look at him and I see everything.”

“You love him… But you aren’t ‘together-together’?”

Jimin nods, as if it explained everything.

“Why?”

“Our lifestyle isn’t really conventional,” he explains, a touch shyly. It didn’t suit the other man, who you had only ever viewed as sarcastic and cocky. He seems… soft. “Kookie, Tae and I are… fated. Right now, Tae and I have to stay as we are.”

You take a moment. “Isn’t that painful?”

Jimin looks at you, eyes a fraction wider in surprise. “A bit.”

“You’re being frighteningly honest,” you mutter. “Just date him. What the fuck could go wrong?”

Jimin bites his bottom lip. “There’s a lot we have to do before Tae and I can take that step. We… We just can’t.”

He’s being intentionally vague but you don’t feel like it’s your place to pry. You have your secrets, secrets that you would prefer to take to your grave if given the chance, so you shut your mouth and turn your eyes to the screen, leaving the pink-haired man alone to his rapidly-darkening thoughts.

Some time later

Jimin actually doesn’t leave your side for the whole afternoon. He walks you to the bathroom, to the living room, to the kitchen when you want a glass of water. It feels like you had grown a tumor overnight. If tumors made stupid comments, read comics at a snail’s pace or listened to female rap music a touch too loudly in its headphones.

You don’t even try to escape. The few times you were able to walk past the front door, with Jimin’s grip tight on the inside of your elbow, you noticed the lock there. It was a touchpad lock that required a passcode to leave as well as one to enter. You presumed both were different, but even if they had been the same, you hadn’t gotten a look at the password when you first got brought here because of Jungkook’s looming presence and Taehyung’s unnecessarily broad back.

Moments of absolute frustration flash through you during the few hours you spend lonely but not alone.

You feel bouts of sickening anxiety standing in the long hallway, seeing echoes of memories in the portraits and photographs lining the walls. Happiness is etched onto the faces of your three captors, making the trio seem friendly, approachable - kind, even. But, Jimin poking his head over your shoulder and giving you the backstory of each picture is enough to remind you of your involuntary incarceration and you are brought right back to the realization that these men are capable of more than you can even comprehend.

Barbs of nausea spike through your chest whenever you see a bird pass in front of the high windows, free in a way that you had taken for granted. It brings to mind your history, the one that you have tried so valiantly to forget, to escape, to out-run. The clawed hands of the ghosts of your past reaching out from behind a ragged and beaten door, one that is barely holding onto its hinges. One day, those same hinges were doing to blow apart and crumble into dust before your very eyes. But for now, you can keep those memories at bay and that’s enough.

It has to be enough.

You try to escape to the bathroom whenever this would happen to throw up, closing the door behind you while Jimin waited in the bedroom, pretending to be ignorant of the sickly pallor of your skin and the shallowness of your breathing. The bile in your throat tasted too familiar, waves of sickness crashing over you until you are left shivering. Jimin gives you a cup of green tea after, wordlessly. You don’t want to think of the pity that passes through his eyes that you caught sight of the one time you looked him in the eye.

Jimin texted a lot too. You didn’t have to ask who he was talking to.

Jungkook.

He comes back just before it gets dark.

The sky is cloudy, it had started to rain, and you had made a home in the armchair in front of the window, acceptance finally having settled like a blanket around your shoulders. You hadn’t moved for about an hour, staring listlessly out of the window, watching the people go about their lives.

The sound of the passcode being tapped in followed simultaneously by the scratching of paws catches your attention and Jimin perks up from where he is laying on his back, watching the flame flicker enticingly from the mouth of the intricately-designed lighter in his hand. He seemed to be enthralled by the flame, almost as if he were consumed by it.

“Bam!”

He hops up and opens his arms, only to be attacked by a huge, black dog.

The dog excitedly hops around Jimin, sniffing him all over, tail wagging in happiness. Jimin scrunches the dog’s face, giving him kisses all over the crown of his head, and he giggles.

He looks up from where he is patting Bam’s huge head and he says, “You got him back?”

Taehyung kicks off his shoes and walks into the room, grabbing Bam’s collar and tugging him gently to the kitchen.

“He wanted to come home,” he replies, simply. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence in the house, and while it didn’t piss you off because you wanted to talk to him, you still felt uncomfortable with the ease in which he dismisses you. It isn’t like you wanted to be here either!

Jungkook walks in behind Taehyung, quietly. He shoves his hands in his pockets, his mask still covering the bottom half of his face. He approaches you slowly, and your pulse increases with each step he takes. His eyes are a little wide, as if he were wrestling with a caged animal.

He drops to one of his knees in front of you and says, resting his mask on his chin, “YN… Did you have a good day?”

Jungkook gives you a small smile, gentle, and he reaches for your hand but at the last moment, thinks better of it, dropping his hand and letting it awkwardly rest in his lap.

You stare down at him. “What kind of a day do you think I had, genius?”

His hopeful expression shutters into something guarded. “S-Sorry. I just- I thought staying out would make you feel a bit more… relaxed. It might let you get used to... used to being here without... I don’t know, without feeling suffocated.”

“You thought wrong.”

He flinches. “YN…”

“If you thought you being away would’ve made me feel even an iota better, you would have never come back,” you snarl before shooting to your feet. “Jimin, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Jungkook grabs your wrist, loosely, and says, eyes watery, “YN, I’m trying-”

“Trying to what?” You snap. “Trying to piss me off?”

He sniffles, staring at the floor. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

You slap his hand away and stomp off toward the bedroom, feeling rather than seeing Jimin awkwardly trail behind you. Taehyung and Jimin share a long look, the younger of the two tossing a hard look in your direction that promised retribution of you kept up these brattish antics.

Taehyung got it - he really did.

But Jungkook was like a big kid, and you were breaking his soft heart.

Taehyung watches as Jungkook pulls a small bouquet from his backpack and feels his chest tighten up. He had hidden them there just in case Bam had gotten too excited in the car and crushed them with his tendency to jump on Jungkook’s chest.

The youngest wordlessly hands the pale pink flowers to Taehyung and walks into the kitchen. He swipes at his nose with his sleeve, pulling out a bottle of something clear from the refrigerator, and pops the cap.

“Kookie…”

“Stop, hyung,” he says, after taking a long gulp. His voice sounds like it has been cut with a thousands shards of glass. “It doesn’t matter. Give it to Jimin. You know he likes the color pink.”

Jungkook spends some time sitting on the balcony, right under the jutted out roof, trying like hell to ignore what he knew was going on inside. He contemplates every decision that lead him to the situation he has found himself in - maybe he shouldn’t have ever walked into the library in the first place. Maybe then he wouldn’t know how painful it was to watch your beautiful eyes fill with such a degree of disdain.

Once it started getting too cold, the rain soaking his hoodie and making him shiver, he comes inside. He pulls the hoodie off, tossing it into the corner, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he walks back to his room. YN is curled in the corner of the room, sleeping. You ignored the bed, choosing instead to wrap yourself up in his bedsheets and hide yourself away in the corner. Your hair is poking out from a small hole in the bundle of sheets and the steady rise and fall tells him that you are sleeping.

He showers quickly, leaving the door cracked slightly open because his anxiety wouldn’t let him leave you with an option to leave without him knowing.

Jungkook couldn’t even tell you how pretty you looked, you didn’t give him a chance.

He had run through the conversation a thousand times in the car with Taehyung. What to say to charm you, to compliment you on your smile and your eyes, how not to look at you for too long in case it made you uncomfortable, but somehow within seconds he had ruined it with his stupid mouth and lingering gaze.

A fresh wave of tears silently fall from his eyes, already puffy and sore from all the rubbing. He tries to stop himself from making noise by biting down on his bottom lip and shoving his knuckles into his mouth like he used to when he was a kid to keep the frustrated cries from escaping, but it doesn’t work.

He keeps crying.

And it comes from the core of him. The knowledge that he might never see the corners of your eyes crinkling in that same warm way he remembers from the library. He doesn’t care if it was a composition of all your best parts that you left on display, hiding the shadows of your personality behind a brick wall. He feels robbed of the experience of you.

He’s angry and frustrated and in pain, and it just doesn’t end.

Jungkook tries to ground himself in the moment. He traces his favorite tattoos, he counts to a hundred five times over just to keep himself from screaming and disturbing your slumber. He counts his breaths and snaps bands on his wrist so he doesn’t think about worse things like the molly he stashed in his drawer or the way it makes him feel.

Maybe if you woke up to find him near dead, it might make you feel something other than hatred for him.

The both of you lay on the floor that night, with Jungkook laying on his side in front of the bedroom door and you curled in a protective ball in the corner.

It wouldn’t be possible for you to leave without stepping over his body and he was a light sleeper, even without the anxiety coursing through his veins. Still, he doesn’t get a wink of rest that entire night, every time he thinks he can relax enough to actually drift off, his body jerks and he’s back to being hyper-alert again.

Jungkook counts his fingers, he taps out rhythms on his upper-thighs, he paces quietly, peeking at you every once in a while to make sure you were still breathing - some hideous part of him worrying that you might try to escape him in death.

He would follow you, you know. He knows he would.

He even brings Bam into the room so the dog can sleep on his legs, knowing that he has always found solace in Jungkook since he was a puppy.

He pats his dog’s head and hums out the bare bones of a song that is forming in his head, the melancholy and anguish that has built up in his spine finally easing as his fingers tap out a perfect rhythm on his toned thighs, wishing, instead, that he could be laying beside you, holding you tightly instead of simply watching you, obsessively, from across the room.

- end -

[hhawks]

!! welcome to sintober film festival day four !!

✰ screening now: let it breathe...

✰ starring: getou suguru + breathplay ✰ synopsis: getou just loves your pretty mouth, loves using it as his own little fleshlight, and you love being used. love the feeling of his hands on you, holding your life in his palms... ✰ content warnings: breathplay, face-fucking, choking, praise, light degradation, light spit play.  ✰ word count: 795 ✰ a/n: happy birthday aman @thegetoufather​ this one’s for u <3

getou pets your hair softly. “come on, pretty girl,” he coos, tapping his cock against your lips. “open wide for me, yeah?”

he’s got you lying on the bed, your head hanging off the edge slightly. you look up at your boyfriend with hearts in your half-lidded eyes, nodding dazedly as you drop your jaw. getou slips the heavy head of his cock into your warm mouth, groaning as you wrap your lips around him, your nose pressed along his length. “that’s it, that’s it, yeah?” he rocks gently into your mouth, hand planting next to your head. “such a pretty little thing.”

he guides you along, pushing the rest of him down your throat until his balls slap against your forehead and his cockhead touches the back of your throat. fuck, fuck, you gag but he holds you still, waiting for you to stop twitching. “you got it,” he coos, wiping the drool pooling on your chin. “just like i trained you. you gotta stop gagging.” 

you can barely breathe, his weight on you and his cock down your throat enough to make you feel a little dizzy, but you fall deep enough into your haze that it makes you want more. you tap his forearm— tap, tap— your little go ahead and getou hums in affirmation before pulling back and fucking back into your mouth. 

getou loves seeing you fall apart. your pliant body, so focused on keeping him in your mouth, every bash of his cock against the back of your throat threatening to make you gag but you dont let it. you clutch the backs of his thighs, fingertips digging into his skin as you try to keep it all together. the rough pace of his fucking, his balls slapping against your skin, the way your cunt throbs with every brutal thrust of his. you’re keening, whining around his length, and you’re sure if he pulls out you’ll look a mess; spit and slobber all over your mouth and chin, your mascara in streaks down your cheeks. but the way he’s panting, his shallow gasps and the constant praise falling out of his mouth— it’s enough for you to keep going, to let him fuck your throat like a pussy.

“feels— fuck, feels so good around me, princess,” he seethes, hand gripping the sheets harshly. he pulls out of your mouth and you let out a choked, greedy gasp for air, panting softly. you whine, like a lost puppy, mouth open and angling to catch his cock back between your lips again. “not so fast,” he murmurs, tapping your cheek with his other palm. “you okay? is it too much?”

you shake your head vehemently, hand coming around to wrap around his cock. “not enough— need more, sugu, please—” and then he’s filling you up again, slipping in with ease by your drool. you hum happily as he fucks your throat, breathing shallow and eyes closed.

“you’re such a pretty little painslut,” getou murmurs, hands gripping your sides, kneading your soft flesh. “god— fuck, ‘s so good, baby, so—” he cuts off with a soft gasp, and you take this opportunity to grab his wrist, your fingers trembling as you guide it to your throat. you need more, more than you’d previously agreed but you know he’d understand the moment you wrap his hand around your throat as he fucks into your mouth. you can’t see him but you hear him, hear the small whine he chokes out. “want me to choke you, princess? want me to jack myself off through your throat?”

and it makes your tummy flutter, the way he’s speaking. soft, loving getou, quivering fingertips as he runs his hand up and down your throat, just only lightly squeezing the sides. you feel your breath thin, clutching the sheets next to you as you let him use you, fuck your throat like he owns it— and he does. 

“my little— little fucktoy,” you can hear the way his voice is pressing on strained keys. “gonna cum down your throat, okay? gonna— fuck, gonna c-cum,” getou murmurs, fingers wrapped tight around your throat. you can feel yourself nod, mind hazy from the lack of air, from the strain in your throat, but all you want is getou’s cum in your mouth. you grip his thighs as his hips stutter and stills, pressing flush against you buried to the hilt in your throat. 

he cums, thick and warm and sweet like honey, and you swallow everything around his cock. you can’t help the little that dribbles out of your mouth, cum mixed with slobber staining your skin. he takes his time to pull out, watching you with hearts in his eyes as you breathe in selfishly, head spinning, mind hazy.

[ventisehe]

pretty little things / genshin impact / venti

dom venti + public

warning: unedited, not proofread, (not)(safe)(for)(/work)

                      When Venti told you he has an adventure for you to accompany him on, it never crossed your mind that it would be behind the Church of Favonius, your knees scrapping against the hard and rough cement and the corners of your lips drooling as his cock thrust in and out of your throat.

                                      You choke and moan against his intruding length, and Venti takes delight in the noises you make. “Hush, my dear muse, you’re being a little too loud for someone who claims they don’t want to get caught.” He coos, and the triumphant smirk painted upon his brims broadens at the feeling of his erection reaching the back of your throat. A hand of his comes to stroke your tresses, soothing the tension knotting your body. “Or perhaps you intend to rouse the sisters from their quarters and have them witness your whorish display, and on holy grounds too.”

       Your pupils dilate at such possibility. Your heart hammers against your chest as you envision the sisters look at you in horror as they catch you allowing a man make use of your mouth for his pleasure. Despite the redness overtaking your face as humiliation strikes you, heat and wetness pools between your legs. You never thought you’ll grow aroused from simply thinking of something like that. Your reaction, of course, did not evade Venti’s sights.

                            “You seem to like that idea.” Chuckles Venti. He snaps his pelvis forward, and your throat instinctively contracts around his hard cock, and you nearly take him out of your mouth when he grabs the back of your head and forces you back to choke on him. A groan tumbles out of his lips, and he throws his head back, marveling at your discomfort and struggle. You splutter and gasp around him, globs of saliva trickling down from your mouth and dropping on the pavement. With great struggle, your nails dug against his waist as you pry yourself away from his member.

    It’s much harder than you originally thought. The very moment his thickness leaves your throat, a feeling of hollowness graces in your canal. You slowly move to take him out of your craving mouth, but your tongue refuse to leave his cock. It doesn’t cease pleasuring him, the pink muscle gliding across every angry vein popping along his manhood. You already miss the taste of his precum when you haven’t even taken him out.

                   Venti tilts his head to the side. Despite the color of pink tinting his cheeks and the tip of his nose, a look of satisfaction and mockery is palpable over his face. “Oh? What’s this? I was sure you were going to reprimand me for my words. Or could it be . . . ” He trails off as a speckle of mischief glimmers in his teal hues. “ . . . that you don’t want to do anything else but suck my cock?”

            The corners of your eyes turn to slits as you aim a scorching glower. Your hands fall to his lower garment, scrunching the material in your vice hold as you abandon any thoughts of removing his cock from your mouth.

                  You lean forward, diving in to take all of him until your nose hits his pelvis, his balls grazing your chin, and he’s back to filling your throat. You move your head back and forth, choking yourself with his cock. A string of profanities breezes past his huffing lips, and he refrains from gripping your hair and taking control of your movement.

Most of the time, Venti would lose all self-restraint and fuck your mouth without so much of a thought about you, too drunken with the pleasure your wet cavern was providing. Despite the absence of his erratic pounding, you still struggle on accommodating him. For someone with a short stature, his size never fails to surprise you or make things difficult for you whenever he enters your eager cunt or guides his length to your salivating mouth.

                        Your muffled moans threaten to reverberate through the Church. The taste and scent of his precum sends you in a daze. You drool all over his length like a dog would as your mind clouds with lust. Your hand slides your clothed folds earnestly rubs against your palm, trying to ease the arousal with the little friction you can give it. You can feel your slickness had oozed out of your

            “Ah – ah – aah, you know that’s not allowed my muse.” Venti takes a handful of your hair and pulls his cock out of your mouth. A string of saliva connects your tongue from the tip of his cock. A glob of your slobber and a thick pearl of his precum drops to the ground, and you couldn’t help but whine at the loss of his length in your mouth.

   He snickers shamelessly at your cock hungry expression. “My, my, that's the expression I adore. And I haven’t even have my cock inside you yet.” Chuckles Venti. He raises your chin with his forefinger, tilting his head to the side. His braids sway with his motion, the teal tips seemingly shining under the moonlight. “Do you want me to?”

                      You earnestly nod your head, your cunt clamping clenches around nothing. “Yes,” You whimper.

                                   “Beg, then.” Venti sneers. He takes his shaft and presses the head of his cock, smearing his juice against your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick him but he retracts, opting to slap his hardness against your face. “No cheating, my muse.” He warns, one eye closing to irk you. “Beg for me to fuck you – ” He brings his cock down to the side of your face, leaving precum in its wake. “ – behind the church, my church.”

                                    Hearing his words had your cunt pulsating. You didn’t know why you find it exciting Venti wants to screw you silly behind the very church the Favonius constructed to worship him. Would the sisters look at you differently if they see you whoring yourseld out to a Bard? No doubt about it. They'll be repulsed at the very sight of you and whisper ill things behind your back ("I bet she lets him takes her anywhere, that filthy woman," "I don't doubt they'll try to sneak inside the church and defile the altar").

         Who cares about what they think? You think as you gaze hazily at Venti’s member. Its head throbs before you, ready to take you at after conceding to his request. I’m worshiping the Lord Barbatos in a way they can’t.

                  You swallow the saliva that collected in your mouth and raise your head to lock eyes with him, thick tears accumulating at the corner of your eyes and a small amount of his cum leaking down your lower lip. “Fuck me, Venti.” You plead, desperate for him to mount you. Your hands come to grip his shorts, tugging at it. “I want your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me behind the church. Fill me with your cum, Lord Barbatos. I need you so bad, please, please, please.”

                                That seems to strike a nerve within Venti. You gasp as Venti pins you to the pavement, pulling your skirt down and pushing aside your sloshed underwear. You feel your juices stick between your thighs. Venti hums in delight at the sight.

                  “The Lord Barbatos is most pleased with you, [ Your Name ].” Venti lines his cock up your hole, easing in slowly. His smirk widens when your whimpering spikes in resonance as he enters you. “And for that, he bestows upon you his blessing. Take it all, and take it well.”

[thesecrimsonstrings-if]

How would the ROs react to MC kissing them awake in the morning and telling them they're so beautiful they couldn't resist?

ronan bennett: this man sleeps like a tranquilized horse most of the time but the feeling of your lips on his is enough to wrench him out of his morpheus-like slumber. eyelashes flutter open and you're met with bleary brown eyes which turn warmer with each second spent looking at you.

“i wouldn't be opposed to being woken up like that again in the future,” he grins in his own goofy way, looking way too cute for someone who just woke up from a sleep that almost resembled a coma.

you pretend to think, tapping your finger on his chin. “depends on if you're going to return the gesture on occassions.”

ronnie's eyes light up even more if that was possible. he pulls you closer to him, nuzzling into your neck. you wish for mornings like this every time you close your eyes to sleep beside him. whatever the future might bring to you, all you wanted was the constant presence of your own personal sunshine by your side.

“as if i'd ever deny your wishes, love.”

célia dupont: hazel eyes open slowly at the feeling of a pair of soft lips pressed against hers for a second or two. kaleidoscopic pools of green and brown try to adjust to the light coming in from the window. however, it's not the sun that has célia's full attention in the next moment. it's you, leaning on your elbows and gazing at her like she was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. infact, you'd personally endorse her to be so (if you can get away without aphrodite trying to strike you down).

“you come up with quite the romantic ideas to wake up a woman with,” she smiles, the remaining drowsiness mixing with happiness.

“only one of many, i assure you.” you give her a wink which earns you a laugh out of the heiress.

her finger trace along your upper arm, going further up to brush your shoulder, your neck and finally stopping at your chin. she leans in, determined to get a proper morning kiss and you're happy to comply with her wishes.

‘mon dieu chéri,’ célia thinks as you try to get her up to make breakfast together. ‘you have drawn stars around the scars of my heart and you don't even know it yet.’

s bakkoush: they did not expect it, not from you at least, but they were not complaining either. emerald gems flutter open to land themselves on your smiling figure. you had already made some breakfast and brought it to S while they were sleeping like they had no care in the world.

“a breakfast fit for royals, huh?” S wiggles their eyebrows, sitting up to lean on bed frame. “just what i needed after that sweet wake up call.”

you roll your eyes playfully. “then you better watch out for the french toast i made for you, so much sugar might just give you diabetes.”

“not if it's from you,” came the model's smooth reply before they kiss you, pulling away just in time before you had gotten the chance to kiss them back.

“lemme get freshened up, hobi. don't want the breakfast getting cold, do we?”

you groan, trying to stop them but they dance out of your reach. you hear them laugh, it's filled to the brim with joy that only erupts from the deepest part of the heart and soul. you would know that; where your soul ends, theirs begin and vice-versa.

i tachibana: at first, they think akhlut has decided to slobber all over their face this early in the morning. tachibana is soon spared from that experience when they realise that you were kissing them instead– the feeling of those lips would never slip their memory. you pull away quickly to see them already looking at you with their eyes wide open, inky black and loaded with surprise.

“well hello there, sleeping beauty,” you decide to open up the day with light teasing. as expected, the hunter's expression transforms immediately into an irritated scowl.

“it's too early to be dealing with you,” they groan, trying to pull a pillow over their head and get some more sleep.

you huff playfully, leaning in to give light kisses on their exposed cheek. in an instant, you feel an embarassed heat radiating off of them.

“y-you idiot! i didn't tell you to kiss my cheek!”

“aww, now i need permission to show my partner some well-deserved affection?” you poke their arm teasingly. “at any rate, you're so cute when you're blushing.”

the hunter throws the pillow they were holding at you, you let it hit your face as you double over laughing. an adorable pout takes over their lips, although you're sure that they aren't pouting on their own accord.

“out of every single person in the whole wide world,” they mumble, fiddling with the hem of their shirt, “my heart decided to choose the most annoying one.”

you had heard that, of course, your sharp hearing didn't abandon you. and it was all the more reason to laugh and tease them.

tachibana sighs as they mentally prepare themself for whatever you're going to come up with next, yet you can't deny that there is also a fondness in their eyes as they say, “what am i gonna do with you, idiot.”

[snelbz]

Life As We Know It {Chapter Five}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.

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Nesta’s time for mourning was up.

As she pulled into Elain’s driveway, reality set in. It would be her first day back at the restaurant since the accident, since her life was thrown completely upside down.

She wasn’t ready

But, she had no choice.

Elain was already smiling when she opened the door, reaching out to take Nyx. “Hi, my baby! Aunt Lainy and Seph are so excited to spend the day with you, yes we are.”

“I’m glad, because Aunt Nesta isn’t so excited to not be spending the day with him,” she said, sighing.

Elain gave her sister a wistful look. “I get that. How about Cass, how did he feel going back to work last night?”

Nesta snorted. “Don’t know. He never came back. They started inventory around two this morning after last call, according to the short text I woke up to. He says he’ll be there for most of the day.”

Elain lifted a brow. “Wow.”

Nesta blinked. “He’s a bartender, what do you expect?”

“No,” Elain chuckled. “I meant: wow, looks like you two are actually communicating. I’m shocked.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “We’ve been living together for three days. If we weren’t communicating, what exactly would we be doing instead?”

Elain carried Nyx into the living room, sitting him down in the playpen she’d set up in the corner. “I mean, honestly, Az and I just figured you were pretending each other didn’t exist.”

For all intents and purposes, they had been, but they had made sure to talk about important things. Like whether Nyx had been fed, when he needed to go down for his nap and what the schedule for the next day would look like.

To be totally honest, she hadn’t even realized Cassian had her number until she’d woken up to a text from one she didn’t have saved in her phone.

“We’re…adjusting,” she finally said, watching as Nyx crawled over to the pile of toys in the corner of the playpen. “I gave him a bath last night, and he said he would handle the next one, since he had to go to work. But… Gods, Elain, giving a one-year-old a bath is exhausting. I looked like I’d just left the pool, not to mention the entire bathroom was soaked.”

Elain chuckled and shook her head. “Seph loves baths, but we’re still having them in the sink right now. She’s not quite ready for the bathtub yet.”

The baby in question was asleep in a bouncer, resting on the floor by the couch.

Nesta glanced at her watch, whatever reply she had falling from her lips. “Shit, I have to go, I’ll be late.”

“Go,” Elain said, wrapping her sister up in a hug. “The day will fly by and you’ll be home with Nyx before you know it.”

Nesta nodded, even though her core was filled with dread.

Nonetheless, she was across town in fifteen minutes, hurrying into the café just before nine. She tossed her purse behind her desk after she unlocked the door to her office and looked around, only to find everything exactly where she had left it.

With a sigh, she pulled a bottle of water out of her mini-fridge, only to find it completely warm. They must have unplugged it when they were cleaning. It wouldn’t be the first time.

She didn’t have time to think on it too much, though, because there was a knock on her office door, her manager’s voice calling her name through the wood.

Her first day back had officially begun.

*

Cassian was exhausted.

For the past couple hours, he felt like he was lost somewhere in a dream. Now, as he continued to stare at the shelves of liquor in the back room, he debated curling up in the corner and falling asleep.

He’d messed up so many drink orders the night before, worrying about whether Nyx was okay or if Nesta had forgotten to do anything for him. He knew Nesta was perfectly capable of taking care of Nyx, had been doing so since Rhys and Feyre had died. But he still worried about him constantly.

He yawned as he shoved a box of tequila up onto the top shelf, turning to see how much was left.

Only to find the store room empty of boxes. He let over a relieved sigh, pulling out his phone.

10:37

He knew the opener would be in at eleven, a shift that was usually his, but as the manager, he preferred to ensure inventory was done correctly, and with such a big shipment, thanks to his unexpected time off, he told them he would work the night before.

His feet damn near shuffling across the floor, he made his way into the office and sat down at the desk, to wait for Kallias. He didn’t see a reason to lock the place up when Kal would be here five minutes later to start setting up.

He didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until he heard a knocking on the office door and sat up quickly, his feet falling from where he’d propped them on top of the desk.

Cassian found Kallias standing in the doorway, a small smirk on his lips. “Baby keeping you up at night already?”

He yawned, dragging a hand down his face. “No. Well, sometimes, but not this time. Didn’t finish inventory until about fifteen minutes ago.”

Kallias whistled. “Damn. You should’ve called. I would’ve come help.” Cassian shrugged. “No use having both of us exhausted.”

Kallias just shook his head. “If you say so. Go home, Cass. Get some sleep. I’ve got everything under control.”

Cassian didn’t need to be told twice. He stood, clapped Kallias on the shoulder, and walked out to the parking lot. After hopping into his truck, Cassian dozed off.

And six hours later, he woke up, his head against his steering wall, his neck hurting like hell, and his chin glistening with his slobber.

It wasn’t an attractive sight.

After a curse, he looked at the clock on the dash, and swore again.

It was just after five.

The truck was in gear and he was speeding home seconds later. When he rounded the corner, Nesta’s car was already in the driveway.

He parked beside her, hopping out and hurrying to the back door. When he threw it open, he found her standing at the stove, stirring something in a pan. It smelled delicious.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, collapsing in the nearest chair at the kitchen table, his head dropped into his hands in exhaustion. Even after his impromptu nap in the truck, he still felt like he needed another eight hours sleep. “Inventory took way longer than usual and then I passed out in the truck.” He shook his head, letting his obvious exhaustion explain the rest to her.

“It’s fine.”

He looked up and glanced at her stiff back. She hadn’t turned back to look at him, was completely focused on whatever she cooked on the stove.

Her tone said it absolutely was not fine.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I’d been awake for over twenty-six hours.”

“Elain had to reschedule a shoot with a client tonight. She was expecting you to come pick up Nyx after you got off and got some sleep.”

He cringed. Nesta had texted him around ten, while he was still focused on inventory, asking him to get Nyx from Elain before three. He didn’t ask why, had honestly forgotten she’d even texted him.

“I’ll call her later, I’ll apologize,” he sighed.

Nesta turned abruptly and tossed the towel she was using to hold the warm handle on the counter. She was pissed, he’d seen that look in her eyes more than once. “I get that you worked and you were tired, but you have to be more responsible, Cassian.”

“I said I was fucking sorry,” he said, standing. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep in my truck, but I did. I’m fucking sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, but turned back to the stove.

Cassian scoffed, and was nearly ready to bite her head off, but then Nyx’s soft cries came from the living room.

“He fell asleep in the pack and play,” Nesta said, continuing to stir what she had on the stove.

Cassian took that as his dismissal. He hurried into the living room and picked up Nyx, who was standing up in his pack and play, gripping the edge. When he saw Cassian, his hands shot straight in the air.

“Hey buddy,” he said, quietly, as he lifted Nyx out of his pack and play. Nyx instantly relaxed in his arms, laying his head on Cassian’s shoulder.

“He’s probably hungry,” Nesta said, as the boys made their way back into the kitchen.

“I’m aware,” Cassian snapped.

Nesta’s shoulders tensed.

Cassian said nothing more as he opened the fridge and took out some leftover mashed potatoes, Nyx’s favorite.

“He should have some kind of protein with that,” Nesta said, her back still to them.

Cassian spun around, exasperated. “Shit, anything else you’d like to add?”

She said nothing, pretending he didn’t even speak. Cassian didn’t say anything else, but he fixed him a bottle, and set Nyx in his high chair. As Cassian shook it, Nyx held out his hands, reaching for it. He gave it to him, turning to the microwave to heat up the potatoes.

He heard plates being set down at the table and found Nesta setting two plates full of stir fry on the table.

He hesitated, but moved Nyx’s high chair closer to the table. He took the already empty bottle from him and got a small spoonful of potatoes for him. He quietly said, “You didn’t need to cook for me,” as he fed Nyx.

“I made too much,” she replied, simply, sitting across from him. She didn’t meet his eyes as she took a bite.

He watched as her eyelashes fluttered in satisfaction.

As Nyx grabbed his bowl from the end of his high chair and stuck his face into it, Cassian looked down at his own plate, at the steak, broccoli, peppers, peeled carrots, and snap peas that sat before him.

It smelled delicious.

He hesitantly took a bite as Nyx clapped his hands and began to babble.

“Afraid I may poison you?” Nesta asked.

Cassian blinked, meeting her eyes. They remained like that for a moment, staring at one another, then Cassian took another bite. “It’s good. Thanks.”

“I made too much,” she repeated. “Cut Nyx up some of the steak. It’s tender enough for him to eat, just make sure the pieces are tiny. The broccoli, too. He likes broccoli.”

Cassian did as he was told without a word. He set the food in front of Nyx, who instantly had his chubby little hands on them.

“Don’t think I’ll be cooking every night,” Nesta said, in the middle of their otherwise silent meal.

“I wouldn’t think of it,” Cassian said, then cleared his throat. “I can cook sometimes, too. I’m not bad in the kitchen.” A look crossed Nesta’s face that said she didn’t quite believe that statement.

“I make a mean breakfast,” he said, after chewing through another bite. “I’ll show you. We’ll do breakfast for dinner one night.”

Nesta nodded, but Cassian couldn’t tell if that was confirmation or just agreeing to shut him up. After a minute, she set down her fork and cleared her throat. “Speaking of breakfast, I’d prefer to not share the table with any friends you may bring home.”

Cassian’s brows lowered, not fully understanding. And then what she was saying clicked and he was coughing around the bite of food he’d been swallowing. He drank from the glass of water he’d grabbed, and cleared his throat, ensuring he could breathe. “I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.”

“If I live here, it is my concern,” she said, going right back to eating, as if she hadn’t just brought up an extremely unexpected topic. “I don’t want Nyx to see a revolving door of women leaving either, he doesn’t need to get the wrong idea.”

Cassian could only stare at her, though when Nyx heard his name, he paused his eating to look up at her. He finally said, “He’s one, first of all, so he has no idea what that would even mean, and secondly, I can have whoever the hell I want here, and they can stay for breakfast. I live here, too.”

“Would you care to see an endless string of men coming out of my bedroom every morning?” Nesta asked, her tone light, but her eyes full of hellfire.

Cassian’s chewing slowed. No, he wouldn’t care to see that, but he’d never admit it. He wasn’t even one to bring women home...well, at least not often, but apparently she thought of him as some unhinged casanova.

“As long as you ask me to join, I don’t care who you bring home,” Cassian said.

Now it was Nesta’s turn to choke on the bite of steak she just took. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red as her eyes watered. After catching her breath and taking a long drink of water, she said, “That’s inappropriate.”

Nyx giggled, his lips covered in mashed potatoes, as if Nesta had just said the most hilarious thing in the world.

He took one last bite of his food before standing and carrying his plate over to the sink. “You don’t bring up my sex life and I won’t bring up yours. Deal?”

“Fine,” she said, picking up her plate as well and dropping it next to his on the counter. “You take care of the dishes, I’ll give Nyx his bath.”

“Fine.” That seemed to be their word to end conversations, as most of them ended with one of them snapping the word at the other, and it being repeated right back to them.

He wanted to fling more insults at her, wanted to snap that he wasn’t the man-whore she apparently thought he was. He never had been, despite the obscene amount of those stupid condoms she’d seen in his glove box all those years ago. But he knew she wouldn’t believe him.

He heard her unclipping Nyx’s high chair and then she was carrying him upstairs. Cassian was already wrist deep in soapy water when he heard the bathtub running from upstairs.

It was then that he realized he had originally told Nesta that he would give Nyx a bath tonight.

He didn’t pick him up from Elain’s.

He didn’t give him a bath like he said he would.

Maybe Nesta was right.

Maybe he was just setting himself up for failure.

As he scrubbed at the dishes, Cassian felt that sense of failure wash over him and sent a thought to Rhysand, wherever he was, hoping that his oldest friend wasn’t as disappointed in him as he was.

[asimpforarmin]

What Dog the AoT Characters Would Have 💛

Character(s): Armin Arlert, Sasha Braus, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Bertholdt Hoover, & Annie Leonhardt

Genre: Light-hearted, modern!au

Warnings: Mentions of animal neglect/abuse, some dog breeds commonly perceived as scary, cursing

A/n: I usually include Mikasa in my headcanons, but I just forgot until last minute that she existed ;-; so, sorry for not including her. If someone requests it, I’ll add her to the list.

💛 Armin

His parents got him a beagle puppy for one of his birthdays and he got so attached to it. He was so grateful that he had a dog and absolutely treasures him.

Named him Buddy because he’s his little sidekick and is always fun to play with and snuggle up to.

Buddy almost never shuts up though. A bird flies past the window? He starts barking. A truck goes by? Goes bonkers. He sees himself in the mirror? Shooketh.

Whenever Buddy starts going crazy, Armin picks him up, takes him away from whatever’s bothering him and scratches behind his ears. That makes Buddy practically melt into Armin’s arms and it’s so adorable. 💕

Buddy is very protective over Armin, or as protective as a dog his size could be. He always barks at the doorbell and is very wary of strangers.

If you walk into Armin’s house and Buddy has never seen you before, Armin will be sitting in a chair holding a dog who’s glaring into your soul.

You and Armin will try to have a normal conversation while Buddy is snarling and growling at you with Armin just patting his head and making an expression that says he deals with this all the time.

After a couple visits, Buddy is still tense around you but unwinds once you start playing with him.

Whenever Armin’s studying or working, Buddy will jump up into his lap and snuggle with him.

Sometimes when Armin falls asleep at his desk, he’ll have his arms on the table and Buddy in his lap.

When he’s in the car, Buddy tries to bite cars through the window. He just growls and bangs the glass with his teeth before Armin stops him from chipping a tooth.

Just how Buddy is protective of Armin, Armin’s protective of Buddy.

If someone talks shit about his dog, he’ll get sad about it. Buddy doesn’t deserve to be treated like that, he never hurt anyone.

Buddy can’t be taken to the park because he just agitates other dogs. He never gets along with them and never lets his guard down.

Buddy’s also one of those dogs who gets really dramatic. One time he was laying on the couch with his ball and it rolled off so he just started howling.

It’s also really hard to trim his nails without him growling, even though he’d never bite anyone.

Once Buddy has calmed down around someone, he’s fun to just hang around.

Armin likes to sit on the couch reading with Buddy on his lap or beside him. He’s great to study with or have around.

💛 Sasha

Adopts a 5-year-old blue greyhound from her local shelter.

She’d been volunteering there for a while when the greyhound came in and just couldn’t resist.

With greyhounds being bred to hunt and Sasha coming from a family who has a hunting background, it seemed like a match made in heaven.

She bought her and gave her a bright pink collar with a little dog bone tag with her name etched in it.

Since greyhounds’ necks are so long, she gives her a big knitted scarf to wear in the winter to keep her all nice and cozy.

Was torn between naming her Snickerdoodle or Candy because they’re both cute names and are both foods, but ended up naming her Pumpkin because she couldn’t decide and Pumpkin’s a really cute name as well.

Sasha loves playing fetch with her and it’s so fun because Pumpkin can run really fast, really far.

Pumpkin almost never barks unless she’s having fun or there’s someone at the door.

Sasha’s bed is lofted by a couple feet for storage and Pumpkin has no problem getting on and off her bed.

The first time Pumpkin saw Sasha’s bed, she didn’t know what to do so just sat there looking up at Sasha. It took a couple minutes for her to realize Sasha patting the bed meant she could jump onto it.

Sasha allows her dog on any of the furniture so there’s short hairs all over the couch no matter what.

Pumpkin’s really kind and gentle around kids so Sasha can basically take her anywhere. She’s super well behaved but sometimes scares people because she jumps in excitement.

Sasha also shares her food with her dog all the time. Always packs extra whenever she goes somewhere so she can give some to Pumpkin.

If you moved in with Sasha, Pumpkin would take to you right away.

She would literally be so sweet and always make you happy all the time. 😭💕

Plays tug of war and fetch a lot with you.

If you’re working/eating at a desk, she’ll lean her head on your leg until you pet her or give her food, or both.

Overall, Pumpkin is so sweet and adorable. She will always cheer you up when you need it and always has enough energy to play.

💛 Jean

Adopted a pitbull who is now 6, but was brought into a fighting ring when he was 4.

He knew it would be a challenge to help an abused dog but wanted to give him a good home.

When he first saw him, he was covered in scars and missing part of his ear.

He named him Kane. He’s a beautiful deep reddish-brown color with a white belly.

From the first moment they met, there was a connection. Kane warmed up to Jean quite quickly for a dog who’s been through so much.

Jean took him home and slowly introduced him to lifestyle changes, like going for walks or taking baths.

He introduces him to other dogs too. Kane showed a little hostility in the beginning, but once he realized they weren’t threats he was fine being around them.

Jean pays top dollar for him. Any issue he has, he takes him to the vet and gets it fixed up. He also gets the best food for him because that’s what he deserves.

Kane loves going for car rides. Sometimes Jean will get in the car with him, no destination in mind, and just drive.

Jean rolls the window down and Kane pokes his head outside. His mouth opens and because of the wind going into it, he showers the window behind him in slobber.

Kane absolutely loves swimming. He’s quite good at it, but Jean still takes a lot of safety precautions, such as a life jacket or shallow water because pitbulls are known to be somewhat bad swimmers.

Every summer, Jean takes out a kiddie pool and lets Kane splash around in it.

He also really likes to turn on the hose or sprinkler and aim it at Kane. He jumps up to bite the water and they both have a great time.

It can be a problem though because when Jean’s trying to fill the pool up, Kane keeps batting the hose with his paw or trying to eat the water and Jean has to get him to relax.

Other than his little quirks, Kane’s a relatively chill dog. He’s alright with being dressed up in costumes or having to wear a cone.

Every halloween, Jean gets both of them a matching costume and they sit on the porch to give kids candy.

Jean also lets the kids pet Kane because over time, he gets very welcoming of people and other dogs he doesn’t know.

Long story short, Kane’s not the dog you want to protect your house, if someone broke in, he’d just start wagging his tail and not be able to tell what’s going on.

💛 Connie

Saw how cool Jean’s dog is and also wanted a badass and cool breed.

He ended up adopting a doberman pinscher.

Like Jean’s dog, she looks strong and intimidating.

Unlike Jean’s dog, she acts the complete opposite of how she looks.

She’s often quite jittery or seems scared. Whenever someone even remotely raises their voice, her ears go down and she lowers her head.

You and Connie often have to give her tons of pets and appreciation after shouting, whether it’s good or bad shouting.

She’s also a total cuddlebug. She loves to be on Connie’s lap 24/7 and sleeps right next to him, watching over him.

Because of her timid personality, Connie named her Lily. It’s a sweet and innocent sounding name. Even though he sought her out to be a “cool” dog, she’s super sweet and didn’t want to name her something that conflicted with who she really was.

One thing about Lily is she loves running. Connie likes to skateboard alongside her as she pulls him along. It’s not much effort for her because Connie’s lightweight and uses his feet a lot. Plus, the area they live is pretty flat, so they often do.

Lily has a hard time understanding what is and isn’t a toy. One time she nearly chewed off one of the sofa legs. Next time Connie sat on it, it snapped and then he figured out Lily was behind it.

After that, he trained her to know everything he puts in her basket is a toy, but everything else isn’t. Then, she used the basket as a toy.

She goes through toys lightning quick.

Every time you or Connie give her a new stuffed animal, it takes approximately .2 seconds for it to be torn to shreds.

Connie loves to take her to PetSmart and let her pick out toys in-store.

If she chooses a toy that means Connie won’t need to guess what she likes and what she doesn’t.

One time she chose one of those scented rope toys, but once Connie took the packaging off, she started acting weirdly.

Once he gave it to her, she started barking at it and whacking it with her paw.

Connie was super confused so he threw it and she chased after it like normal, but once she got close to it she started acting scared of it and barking.

It’s been like that ever since now so they just don’t play with that toy.

Lily doesn’t bark that often. She usually only barks from excitement or when she meets someone new.

She also doesn’t have the zoomies that much so she’s a really relaxed dog to hang with.

💛 Bertholdt

Bertholdt saw his neighbors packing their stuff in a van one day and leaving but saw they left their samoyed leashed up outside.

He wanted to hold out hope that they were just going out somewhere for a bit so waited the rest of the night but found the dog still chained up the next morning in the rain.

He was never close to his neighbors and didn’t want any confrontation so he went up and knocked on the door, checking if anyone was home.

No surprise, they weren’t so he cautiously made his way over to the dog.

It was so happy to see someone and started licking his hand right away.

He unchained the dog and led it into his house where he gave it a nice warm bath and some food.

While bathing her, he took off her collar, with the neighbor’s number and address engraved in it along with her name, Mavis.

While Mavis was eating he called the number he found on her tag. He explained that the dog looked like it was left there on purpose so he took it in until they got home. They just said they didn’t want her anymore and hung up, which broke Bertholdt’s heart.

So he took her to the vet, got some pet things because he hasn’t owned a pet previously and she became a big part of his life.

She clings to him everywhere and won’t ever leave his side. Almost never barks and is super good on a leash.

Bertholdt takes her to the dog park a lot, Mavis is very social and has made a lot of friends there.

Mavis has quite the habit of rolling around in the mud or dirt though so Bertholdt has to give her a bath quite often.

Bertholdt absolutely cannot contain the dog hair. There is so much of it and it’s everywhere, went through like 3 lint rollers in the first week.

He spoils her rotten. Whenever he goes shopping he gets her new treats and toys because he swore to do right by her when her old owners didn’t.

If you were brought into the equation, Mavis would love you unconditionally. She’ll be there to give you high-fives and cuddle with you.

She is the softest thing on the planet so the cuddles are amazing. If you and Bertholdt sleep together, she’ll plop herself right in between the both of you so she could get attention until you fall asleep.

Whenever she needs something but isn’t up, she licks your face until you give her what she wants.

Even though she can get quite hot in the summer, she always wants to cuddle and loves to do it, whether it’s with you or Bertholdt.

💛 Annie (normally I don’t write for her but I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head)

Hitch gave her a chihuahua for her birthday even though she never remotely hinted at wanting a dog.

She didn’t want to return it though and oddly liked it, even though she never asked for him.

Just calls him “Dog” for a bit since she doesn’t know what to name him.

He’s a tan deer head dog so Annie gives him the name “Biscuit” after a couple weeks.

It’s super generic but she doesn’t think he needs any fancy name and he looks like a biscuit so 🤷🏻‍♀️

She has one of the backpacks with a compartment to fit a dog.

She likes to put Biscuit in there and take him out when she goes out.

When Annie takes him out, Biscuit is usually pretty chill, aside from giving a couple glares to random people.

Sometimes he even falls asleep in her backpack.

Whenever someone pisses Annie off, Biscuit senses it. Annie isn’t usually one to get into a full-blow fight and be loud, so Biscuit is her volume. Whenever she starts going off, he starts growling and barking.

And when she does get loud, both of them are yelling and screaming so that often deters the other person.

When she first got Biscuit, Annie didn’t really pay that much attention to him. She’d be on the couch and whenever he came up to her with a ball or toy, she’d throw it.

Then as she started to get used to him, she started to like him more.

Nowadays, she sometimes chases him around the house with a smile on her face and it’s so adorable, especially because she doesn’t smile all too often.

Biscuit is relatively calm, even for a chihuahua. He can often be seen on the couch on his back with his tongue out laying in the sun.

Speaking of being on the couch, originally Annie wanted to keep him off all furniture but soon realized he simply wouldn’t stay off and she didn’t want to bother to train him not to.

Now, they share almost everything. She sleeps with him next to her, they relax on the couch together, and sometimes she even brings him up on one of the kitchen chairs and they share food together.

Biscuit hates her alarm clock with a passion. If Annie doesn’t wake up from the alarm, she wakes up from the high pitched barks of her dog wanting her to turn it off.

Once the two are close, they are bonded for life and can be seen everywhere together.

[chiwhorei]

the devil makes

pairing: benimaru shinmon x reader x joker/52

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: ~2.2k

tags: a touch of branding (he flicks his cigarette at you i just really don’t know how else to tag it), knifeplay (except it’s a playing card, only a smidge of blood), rough oral, face fucking, voyeurism, spit, anal, double penetration, degradation, spanking, belly bulge, it’s a little dubconny but not really?

a/n: my first full fire force piece woot woot! these two characters make me so fucking horny and when they shared the screen my pussy was completely inconsolable. thank you @messwriting and @10millionyearsdungeon for looking over this and always encouraging me.

hymn: wrong by MAX ft. lil uzi vert

you, and me, and the devil makes three.

“Why don’t you cut the shit and tell me what you want,” you pluck the cigarette from your caller’s lips, he presses his saccharine smile down at the edges to feign a pout.

You know better by now. Your legs hang on either side of Joker’s hips, his white dress shirt doing almost nothing to cover skin filled with a new flight of bites and bruises. The last set had just faded when you heard the tell-tale knock at your front door.

His timing is always impeccable, hat in hand and dipping under your doorway just as the wanton throbbing sizzles into a dull ache.

Deeply inhaling, nicotine breaches your throat and prickles past your lungs. You only ever smoke when he’s around. At this point, you’re not sure if it’s a necessity or a habit.

“Do I need a reason to visit my favorite girl?” His voice trails around your skin in tune with a wandering set of hands. It’s infuriating how easily your body relents to Joker’s fingerprints. You’ll feel them like scorch marks for days to come.

“I’m not your girl and I doubt I’m your favorite.” You bush off his quip, cigarette bobbing in your teeth before he pulls it from your mouth to drag. With a flick of his finger, ash falls like burning snow onto the juncture of your collarbone. You wince and fall forward into his chest.

“You’ve proven yourself the most useful, is that better?” Joker pulls you into a searing kiss, pushing tongue and smoke into your awaiting mouth.

“At least it’s more honest.” Joker laughs loudly, his head falling back against the mattress. Your pillows will smell like sage and campfire, you’ll pretend it doesn't lull you to sleep.

“I need your help to, achem, seal a deal of sorts. For the greater good of course.”

Eyes roll upwards, first with guffaw, but any argument melts with the feeling of his lips on a warpath from the angle of your jaw to the swell of your breast.

Joker promises to make it worth your while, in the ways you always seem to let him.

Against all better judgement.

* * *

“Well, Captain,” Joker presses a sharp ace against the curve of your collarbone, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake, “she’s a pretty little toy ain’t she?”

Pleasure coats your tongue, it tastes like blood and incense.

In the short time they’ve been acquainted, Benimaru has learned to be unsurprised with any impromptu meetings Joker could plan.

What Beni wasn’t expecting was your naked, flushed body on the lap of his new associate. He wants to complain about the purple eyed almost-stranger sitting in his private quarters, but any argument flounders for air as soon as you come into view.

You seem completely placid from your position against the anti-hero’s chest, awaiting further instructions with glassy eyes. Any shame you could ever muster lies in a heap of fabric six feet away. Joker always dresses you in something easy to tear off.

“You sure do make an interesting first impression, Joker.” The 7th’s captain walks forward in the dimly lit room, pushing his fingers against your hair and pulling back roughly to steal your undivided attention.

A pretty little toy indeed.

“We’re partners now, Beni,” you can feel Joker’s voice like honeyed venom from behind, every syllable drips against your shoulders, “and partners share.”

Joker flicks the playing card upward, twirling it in deft fingers. You watch his dexterity, the piece of glossy paper is pressed to your lipstick, dragging your bottom lip down slightly before pulling away. A signature painted in soft pink.

The hand on your hip, the one in your hair-- the feeling of two bodies enclosing on you like prey is overwhelming and salacious.

“Does he bring you to do all of his dirty work?” You’re spoken to for the first time, the grip in your hair lifting you from Joker’s lap.

“Only the dirtiest work suits me,” you hold your ground, voice dropping an octave to make both men shudder, “captain.”

Benimaru’s sneer is only an inch from your mouth, his proximity neering closer with every word falling past your lips. If you keep talking like this, Joker won’t want to share his toys anymore.

Pointer finger and thumb come up to cradle your chin, mouth parting with the smallest pressure. Your tongue lulls out slightly, an invitation punctuated with your eyes flitting from his stare to the deep set frown across his face.

The sound of Beni spitting hits your ears, the harsh put bounces against the bannisters. Warmth runs in an indecent trail from the tip to the fattest plane of your tongue.

“Don’t play coy, sweetheart, show ‘em what else you can do with that mouth.” Joker’s palm comes down on your ass cheek hard, a breathy yelp escapes to be swallowed by the man above you.

Beni moves to perch against the desk centered in the ever-condensing room, arms folded across his broad chest. The space feels cold without the body heat you had been stuck in between, you feel exposed fully for the first time since Joker snuck you into company seven.

There’s only a beat of self-cognizance before you’re pushed to the ground by a familiar set of calloused hands. You need no further direction, knees and palms straining against the hardwood as you inch forward.

By the time you’re kneeling in front of Benimaru, his cock is in a tight fist. He pumps himself in long strokes, smearing pre with his thumb to coat the throbbing head. His length is impressive, you can feel saliva pooling in under your tongue as you watch his hand move from base to tip.

The sight almost has you forgetting your manners.

“Will you fuck my mouth, Captain Shinmon?” There’s very little restraint left available behind his icy red irises. Joker sits back in the brown leather chair, a front row seat.

You feel the familiar burn against your scalp with Beni’s searing pull. The red tip hits your mouth and you’re positive a streak of lipstick finds home against your chin.

You’ll be covered in much more before the sun comes up.

His cock is heavy as pushes past your lips inch by thick inch. The groan ripping through your throat is vibrato against the ribbed skin.

“Wow, ah, your sweet little throat was meant for cock wasn’t it?” Tears prick in your eyeline, your vision growing bleary as you swallow. A stray streak of mascara falls down the curve of your cheek before Beni swipes it away. You almost blush. Almost.

He hits the back of your throat with seemingly little effort, you sputter slightly at the burn, your jaw aching to accommodate. Just as you feel him pulling almost all of the way out, Beni slams the full length in again. His pace is brutal and unforgiving. Each thrust earning a new mess of spit and makeup to collect at the edges of your mouth.

“No need to be gentle, Beni, she’s taken a whole lot worse.” You would laugh at the sick curl of Joker’s words if you could. The implication is both irritating and worrisome.

“As much as I would love to cum in that pretty little mouth,” you gasp for air as Beni pulls you off, a thick line of slobber still connecting your bottom lip to his cock, “I really want to feel your cunt wrapped around me instead.”

You hear the sound of Joker’s heavy feet closing in from behind, his grip on the back of your neck to hoist you back up to your feet.

“Partners share, remember?” The lilt in your pursuers voice is sweet in the way sugar free gums rots your teeth. Joker will break you into pieces for the greater good.

It’s sick, absolutely disgusting, how much you crave your own destruction.

“She’s nice and ready for you, captain. Feel how dripping wet she is just from sucking your cock.” His next words suck all of the oxygen from your lungs, he replaces air with tension,

“You can take her cunt, I’m going to fuck her tight little ass.”

“Wait I--” There’s no use pleading, there’s no use in anything but quiet compliance and resolving to the fate of being stuffed completely full.

Four hands are on you, groping the fat on hips and breasts, moving against the pliant skin in tandem. You’re malleable in their hold, hoisted up in Joker’s arms. His grip is unforgiving, crescented bruises are bound to form and be visible for days to come on the inside of your thighs.

Beni captures your lips between his teeth, stealing back your attention with a growl. His kiss is searing, tongue slipping to lash against your own. The stubble grazing his strong jaw is dizzying, he whispers against your lips, licking against your pre-stained mouth. Quiet enough to be either missed or ignored by Joker as he busies himself freeing his cock and grinding itn against your ass.

“Next time I’ll sit you on my face and we can have a little fun one-on-one.” Beni punctuates his promise with a nip to your bottom lip before his hands move to steady you snugly in between two wide chests. His palms rest on the dips of your hips, thumb jutting out to press tightly against your aching clit. The movement rips a hoarse wale from deep in the back of your throat.

“You always cry so pretty, dollface.” Joker’s emboldened by your tears, an invitation to push you farther, you feel two fingers prodding your asshole, using your own slick to assist in his exploration. The sensation is painful and addicting as both digits push past the tight ring of muscle.

His fingers move to work the taught hole open, each ridge of knuckle and callus blurring the line between torment and pleasure. Beni circles your clit, picking up in pace as Joker adds a third finger, the stimulation hurtling you towards orgasm. A litany of please scratch at your throat, begging your captors to steal an orgasm from the pile of shaking limbs in between them.

“Cum, little one, cum so I can fuck this tight little cunt of yours.” Beni’s voice is unmistakably demanding, there’s not a note of suggestion behind his words. Your first orgasm snaps against you like electrocution, buzzing around every nerve.

“That’s my girl,” Joker snickers, feeling the contraction and loosening of your muscles. Your high is the final submission, willing every part of you how they see fit. Little more than a toy, a pawn in a broader game of chess.

“Are you ready for us?” Beni’s voice is framed in question, but you know better than to take it as anything but rhetorical. It doesn't actually matter whether or not you’re ready. What matters is the squeal of pain and temperance that comes from breaking you.

Before you can even nod in agreement, you feel it. The burning fullness, the sealing of a deal between two men that you happen to be placed right in the middle of. Joker’s cock is hot and heavy, sheathing himself in the last plane of virgin flesh. The piercing on his frenum drags against you, a familiar feeling in the most unfamiliar place.

There’s no time to get used to the sensation as Beni is pulling you forward slightly so your weeping pussy is hovering over his length. Your legs dangle, suspended on either side of his forearms. You’re lowered onto the captain, his pace is remarkably gentle as your pubic bone meets the sprawling expanse of wirey hair nestled between his hips. As your skin meets on either side of your weeping body, both cocks sheathed completely inside, the canter of either man picks up brutally.

The sticky feeling of sweat and arousal covers every inch of skin in the room, partnering with the sound of slapping and thrusting that all but drowns out the pathetic whimpers your suspended form can muster.

“I knew you would make yourself useful, doll. My favorite game to play.”

Your head falls forward against Beni, body growing heavy as the merciless, rhythmic thrumming of your abuse. The dull ache of another orgasm drips into your bloodstream. Your abused bundle of nerves become live wires, sparking against Joker’s wandering fingers as they wrap around your front.

“I can feel it, ya’ know, I can feel myself in your stomach.” His taunt is stressed with his palm pressing down against your abdomen before dipping back down once more to pinch your clit.

His rough treatment is the final straw, you scream and cuvulse in the hold of your predators. You squeeze tightly in a succession of muscle spasms that feel like you’re trying to milk both of their own orgasms to crash with your own.

Thick spurts of cum spill into you with a series of deep, final thrusts. You feel your own wetness as it runs down your thighs and ass. Muffled groans from both men fill the stale air as they claim your holes. There’s nothing left in the space between bodies except you caught in the web of spiders, dangling in silken limbs and labored breathing. There’s nothing left to give or take.

There’s nothing but panting and sweat and a deal with the devil.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[hoeneypirate]

Rule breakerS, plural.

Hinawa x fem reader smut

Part one here

MINORS DNI. MINORS GO AWAY. 18+ ONLY

Warning: sex in the file room. Little bit of punishment, Spanking, oral(hinawa), use of sir and many fem pet names like princess and baby girl. Idk what else to put

the click of the lock makes you squeeze your thighs in anticipation

“Making me break the rules with you” he says as he slowly walks toward you, your lips twitch up in a small grin as he takes the stack from your hands.

“Oh but I can’t make my Lieutenant do anything” you say and his hand rises to gently rest against your neck “you’re right. I want to do this” he says, thumb brushing across your pulse point before moving to the back of your neck and pulling you forward to kiss you, mouth hungry against yours as his tongue slips into your mouth without resistance.

You whimper softly and he pulls back with a smirk “you should be punished pretty girl” he says into your ear and you whimper and grip his biceps

He kisses your neck then moved to your other ear “but my pretty girl wanted to be punished didn’t she?” Your knees shake as you whimper, your slick pooling between your legs drenching your panties as you bite your lip and look up into his eyes.

He frowns slightly and uses the hand buried in your hair to pull your head back as he kisses and nips at your collarbone just blow your shirt line, leaving an array of marks that you’ll be able to hide if you button up your shirt.

He pulls your hair a little harder, not enough to hurt just to add a little pressure, you gasp and he chuckles softly before whispering his demand into your ear “Answer me.”

“Yes!” You gasp out “yes I was looking forward to your punishment Sir!” You say and he chuckles again, releasing your hair and then leaning down to press and gentle kiss to your lips “that’s my girl” he whispers then unbuttons your shirt, slowly untying the sleeves of your jumpsuit and letting it fall off your hips. Your breaths came in pants, skin hot as he kissed your neck again, licking and sucking softly as his fingers slip down to run a finger across your clothed cunt, finding his fingers sticky with your slick that’s drenched them already

“My naughty girl” he growls into your ear and you whimper, hands squeezing his biceps

“Hinawa” you whine and he chuckles into your skin before pulling back, pupils blown and glasses smudged.

“You’re so needy already, What happened to my naughty princess? My strong dominant tease?” You groan and pull yourself together clearing your throat as you turn your head away from him, brattiness coming out ten fold “I should finish my work” you say, voice just slightly trembling.

He laughs and then steps back “if that’s what you.. really want” he says as he unzips his jumpsuit all the way, pushing down his boxers so his hard cock can spring free and he takes it into his hand as he pushes up his white undershirt to his neck “by all means, Princess, go back to work” his voice was deep and your eyes were glued to the way he called your bluff, hand languidly moving up and down his length that never failed to impress you.

Your mouth filled with saliva and when you looked back up to his face he’s smirking

“Well?” He asks, voice demanding and it has you practically jumping into action, falling to your knees and tying up your hair before placing your hands in your lap and opening your mouth, tongue rolling out just how he likes to see you

“There’s my good girl” he praises and you feel your walls drip more desire into your panties as you clench, desperate all day for friction.

“Go ahead” he says and lets his cock go, heavy enough to dip down towards your mouth already and you’re whimpering as you take him into your mouth, moaning at his salty taste. “Fuck” he says as your head bobs on his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat as your hands massage his heavy balls. You close your eyes and focus on breathing as you take him as deep as you can and swallow around him causing his head to fall back and his hand to caress your cheek

“So good to me baby” he moans out, hand soft against your skin as he starts to rock into your mouth at a slow pace, knowing how weak your gag reflex can be he never wants to push you, waiting for your sign against his thighs if it was too much but you don’t, you moan and change up your pace on his balls to match how he’s fucking your throat.

You shift on your knees and whine, desperate for more friction, he chuckles and then pulls out of your mouth, holding your chin “keep your tongue out” he says and you obey, moaning as he rubs the head of his cock against your tongue, slobber and pre cum dripping down your chin

“Maybe I should reward you now for being such a good princess for me” you nod your head and he laughs again, helping you to your feet before turning you around and pushing you against one of the filing cabinets

Your knees are still shaking as he runs a hand down your backside “but I know how bad you like to be punished” he growls into your ear and then lands a hard slap against your left side. You gasp and then moan, gripping the edge of the cabinet and sticking your ass out farther “but maybe” he says, another slap landing on the other side “a better punishment would be none at all”

You groan, all that work for nothing really would be the worst punishment. He laughs “good thing I love you” he growls and then pushes down your jumpsuit and panties to your ankles and landing three quick slaps to your bare left cheek.

You moan, burying your face into your arm as he counts out slaps, hand soothing the red marks after each one, smirking when he sees you dripping, glistening down your inner thighs. When he gets to 13 he leans down and kisses one of the marks, sliding his fingers through your slick before sinking two fingers to the last knuckle.

“Yes!” You gasp out and he pushes up your shirt to kiss down your spine “you took your punishment so well love” he says, fingers slowly pumping in and out “should I give you your reward now?” You moan “please. Please, please baby. Please sir!”

He sinks his clock to the hilt in one fluid motion, a beautiful stretch that makes you gasp and then melt into a moan as he starts to pound into you, his head falling back at the way you clench around him “so tight” he whispers and you bite your knuckle to contain your moans

A hard slap to your right ass cheek has you gasping “none of that. Let me hear you” he says and you nod with a wobbly head “yes sir! Yes sir!” He chuckles and his hands start to knead at your hips as he ups his speed, slamming his hips into yours roughly, whines and moans falling from your lips as you let go, letting him have it all.

“Yesss that’s my good girl” he says as you tighten around him, your coil tightening as your voice coming out in higher pitches

The whole day of teasing him, of hoping for this, had kept you on edge that your release was quicker than usual “Please can I cum sir?” You ask looking back and meeting his eye

He’s smiling softly and combined with his rough pace you’re clenching around him tight and he grunts “cum for me pretty girl” he commands and you cry out his name as you shake and tremble, creaming around his cock as he fucks you through it, cumming with a delicious groan of his own as he empties inside of you.

He slowly pulls out, using his fingers to shove his cum deeper inside of you before turning you around and sticking his fingers covered in a mix of yours and his cum deep in your mouth.

He smiles when he pulls his fingers out clean, cupping your cheek softly before he pulls up your panties and bottoms for you, tying the jumpsuit sleeves and making sure you look presentable before he fixes himself up.

When he meets your eye again you’re still panting and trembling and he smirks, leaning in and kissing you softly and leaning into your ear “green?” He asks and you nod “green, love. Very green” he nods and kisses your neck softly

“Good, because I’m not done. There’s more in store for you later tonight and you best not spill a drop of my cum. I’ll be checking when I finally get to admire this gorgeous set” his hands give your ass a final squeeze as he kisses you gently “now , finish your job.” he says and turns, the lock clicking as he opens the door and walks out without a glance back.

[free-pancakes]

Dreams and Nightmares

Summary: LeviHan Canon-Divergence fic

Hange barely survives the final fight against Eren, and is saved by inheriting the Beast Titan from Zeke Yeager in the end. However, the Scouts soon find that this would come with a heavy price--particularly at Levi's expense.

Chapter 5/? Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Chapter 1

crossposted to ao3 here: link

Notes: ahhh sorry for the wait! hope you like the new chapter!

CHAPTER 5

“Hange-san, are you ready?” Armin yelled.

Hange stared at the small blade in her right hand, then gazed over to her left palm. She looked back at Armin and Mikasa, standing off at a safe distance. Hange and Armin sat all night trying to think of any way she could enter paths, and figured a good way to start would be to try shifting into titan form. They’d take this one step at a time, and hopefully they’d have some better idea of what to do next. Hange was a little worried about going through the transformation for the first time, but she called Mikasa there just in case she didn’t have a good handle over her titan.

But overall, she was excited. She could become a titan!

She wondered all night what form she’d take as a beast titan—she wondered especially if it would be the animal Levi had always likened her to.

She smiled in excitement, and held her breath as she cut into her hand—yellow light flashed and smoke appeared around her.

Armin and Mikasa braced themselves as Hange shifted, they fell backwards as the ground shook beneath them, and their jaws dropped.

“Never thought a titan could be so... beautiful,” Mikasa breathed out. She was a large dog—a wolf, really—standing on all fours, with messy brown hair, the ends giving off a golden sheen in the early morning sun. It gave a huge shake, shaking off all the branches and leaves from the trees that broke around her as the titan expanded. Armin called out to Hange, but she did not emerge. Mikasa stood in front of Armin with her blade drawn in case the titan decided to attack—since Hange didn’t come out, it was safe to assume she didn’t have any control over her titan form. The wolf titan lowered its head, its teeth bared as it faced the two.

Suddenly, the titan happily stuck its tongue out, licking the two, leaving Mikasa and Armin in a mess of slobber.

“What in the world—“ Armin said out loud. He was quite surprised at the result, that Hange’s titan on her first shift could be so... docile. And it seemed to recognize him and Mikasa.

Mikasa used her ODM gear to launch herself right upon the titan’s nape, calling out to Hange, but again, there was no answer. She cut into the nape to find Hange, asleep inside. She pulled, ripping her out from the titan’s flesh and jumped back down to Armin, steam building as the large wolf titan body slowly began to disappear.

“Hange-san?”

Mikasa and Armin held on to Hange, gently shaking her to make sure she was okay. Hange slowly blinked her eyes open, and when she came to, her eyes lit up.

“That’s what I looked like?!”

Hange jumped with joy running over to her titan form, running her hands over its fur and teeth as it gradually dissipated from beneath her fingers.

“Wow... AMAZING!” she squealed with delight. Mikasa smiled, happy to see Hange back to her happy, curious self, even if it was just for a short moment.

Armin sat and stared at Hange in awe as she gushed to Mikasa, asking her for every detail about her titan form. Armin thought it to be quite fascinating, Hange’s titan able to recognize her loved ones even while she was unconscious. And on the first try.

He thought it was pretty special. Maybe there was hope that Hange could enter paths. He began to think over it all, debating all the ways they might be able to get her there.

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Two weeks in, Levi began to get restless. Jean had been taking good care of him, keeping him busy as he accompanied meetings, doing what they could to help out Historia. But Levi was antsy—he was worried about Hange, about all of it.

Jean kept a close eye on Levi, and noticed. He sighed, having to use Hange’s plan this early on their trip. Before they left, Hange had given him a list of errands to finish for her to keep him busy, and Jean figured it was time to task him with that now. After sending Levi off, Jean headed towards another meeting, though his mind was somewhere else.

Last night, Levi was oddly talkative, and they chatted about a multitude of random things. Or well, Jean was mostly just listening to Levi talk his head off. Maybe it was because Hange was absent—he must have been used to someone filling the silence and just… took it upon himself. All he could think of was how Armina and MIkasa wouldn’t believe it if he told them. But at some point, Jean had mentioned that Armin would try having Hange shift into a titan while they were gone. So Jean began to think out loud about what animal her beast titan form would take on, but Levi had cut him off, adamantly sure that Hange would become some sort of dog, or related creature. Jean wondered if Levi was right, and was itching to return and find out.

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Levi walked into town, his third stop being a tiny sweets shop Hange had loved. He didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but he did like the little fruit tarts Hange would bring back for him if she had some meeting in Sina. Of course Hange would put some fun little task like this on a checklist to get him to let loose a little. . He grabbed a few things for Jean and headed towards his last destination: Hange’s old lab.

Levi kicked through the door of the old Scout barracks, a thin layer of dust billowing as it came down. After patting himself down to clean himself off, he walked down the old corridors. They brought back many memories, and Levi just tried focusing on the good ones. It was almost as though he heard Oluo and Petra arguing around the corner with Eld and Gunther trying to calm them down, Hange talking Erwin’s head off in his office, Mike and Nanaba coming up behind him to tease him about something stupid. He made the familiar turn towards her lab, and opened the door, the hinges creaking loudly. A box, Hange had written, to grab from her top drawer. He walked in, touching her old microscope, running his hand over the desk he had always sat on to interrupt her from her work, nagging her to go to sleep already.

He almost smiled seeing a pile of small journals she had piled haphazardly on her desk, and grabbed them all to put in his satchel—she’d probably jump with joy seeing them again. He proceeded towards the first drawer, wondering what could be in the box. But he didn’t want to invade her privacy, so he didn’t plan on opening it.

He grabbed the handle of the drawer, pulling to no avail. It was jammed shut. Levi yanked at it a few more times, laying a foot on the lower drawer for support, until it launched out in his grip, the box inside hitting the floor, contents spilling everywhere.

Levi sighed and stopped to wipe the sweat off his brow, and reached to grab the objects off the floor, but he paused—his hands shaking as he looked at everything that fallen out. An empty box of tea, a small yellow hair clip, a seashell, a small used tube of wound ointment, a framed photograph, and a baseball. Levi’s eyes began to water as he ran his fingers over the objects, his mind racing with beloved memories of Hange.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment, startling Levi. He quickly put everything back in the box, securing it.

“Come in.”

“Captain?” Jean asked. “Did you find everything you needed?”

Levi bit his lip, holding back the tears before facing Jean. He nodded, and the two left to return to their quarters for the evening.

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After the month finally passed, Levi and Jean returned back to Marley. Levi made every effort to suppress his excitement, but Jean having to speed up his horse to keep with how fast he was going.

Levi wondered whether it would be a good idea to see her right away, but he couldn’t help it. He and Jean asked Onyakopon where Hange and Armin were, and he pointed them towards where they needed to go. Levi nearly ran, Jean once again sighing trying to keep up with him. They made their way out into an open field, and Levi laid his eyes on Hange.

His heart leapt with joy, simply to see her again, but his smile quickly faded away as he looked closer. Hange stood, her skin filled with bruises, scrapes, scars all over. She looked completely exhausted, heaving as residual bouts of titan steam swirled around her. She was sustaining injuries faster than she could even heal them.

“Hange-san, please, I think you should stop! You’ve overdone it again!” Mikasa yelled out.

Hange continued to heave, but her eyes only lit with determination. She was so close, she could feel it—she would reach paths. She just knew she would, a month of all their training and ideas bounced back and forth between her and Armin. There was just some key missing, and they hadn’t figured it out yet.

“Oi, you should listen to them.”

Armin, Mikasa, and Hange turned to see Levi and Jean standing off into the distance. Hange looked at Levi, locking eye contact for the first time in God knows how long. Too long. Levi stared back at Hange, and there was no flinching, no fear, no nothing—just his Hange, her eyes kind and bright, pools of honey in the afternoon sun meeting his gaze. He wanted nothing but to run out towards her, but he restrained himself to a smile, waiting to see what she wanted.

“Awwwww Mikasa, Armin! One more time, please?? So Levi and Jean can see my titan form!”

Armin worriedly looked towards her, but gave in. What was one more try? He’d make her rest for awhile after anyway, at least a few days.

After nodding his approval, Hange looked back towards Levi again with a smile that made his knees weak. “Levi! You wouldn’t believe what my titan form looks like!” She exclaimed. He folded his arms and nodded, waiting. She gave him a thumbs up, smiling and staring at Levi happy as ever to see him again, and slashed a blade at her hand. Yellow light flashed, almost electrifying. Steam puffed out from where she stood, but there wasn’t a titan—there wasn’t a large figure looming in the smoke as usual.

Something was wrong. Jean and Levi looked at each and rushed in, finding Armin and Mikasa already at Hange’s side. She was on the ground, unconscious. Levi sprinted towards her, gathering her up in his arms.

“What happened??” He yelled angrily at Armin—he knew it wasn’t Armin’s fault but he didn’t know how else to direct his anger. They had just been reunited again, and somehow she was lying limp in his hands.

Levi shook, unashamed this time, tears streaming down his face as he repeated Hange’s name over and over again like a mantra. Armin held his fingers over Hange’s wrist feeling for a pulse—thankfully it was there, and they all felt a wave of relief. But Armin noticed something else.

“Her pulse… it’s not like she’s fainted or something. Her pulse was racing, as though she was awake.”

Armin paused.

Mikasa stared wide-eyed at Armin and back at Hange. “Do you think she…?”

Levi knelt in the grass and cradled her body close to his, rubbing his thumbs gently over the titan marks on her face, his hands shaking uncontrollably in worry.

Armin stared in shock—“I think she made it into paths.”

Levi ran his fingers through her hair, and pulled her chin over his shoulder, holding her head close next to his. His tears spilled over her face, running down her skin as he tried wiping it away with his sleeve.

“Hange, I’m right here,” Levi whispered into her ear. Jean, Mikasa, and Armin stood behind Levi, staring dumbstruck as he held Hange in his arms.

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Hange woke up, as though she was rising from a deep sleep.

How long have I been out?

She blinked her eyes open, staring at the starry sky above her.

“Levi, did you see?” She whispered, excited to hear what he thought of her titan.

But, she turned, to find no one next to her.

Sand?

She raised her hand, grains of sand falling gently from her palm.

She sat up to find herself…

“I’m in, paths?” She thought out loud.

“Yes.”

Hange whipped her head around at the familiar voice.

A man stood behind her, his glasses glinting in the starlight and green glow of the paths realm, blowing smoke as he pulled his cigarette away from his lips.

“ZEKE!” Hange yelled in a rage. She jumped up to tackle him to the ground, quickly threw her fist towards his face, intending to make him pay for all the pain he caused her, and especially Levi.

Zeke caught her fist in his hand, shaking as he tried to hold off her strength.

He gritted his teeth as he faced her, anger etched in every inch of her face.

He said in a strained voice as he fought off her strength—

“Hange Zoe.”