honey
i decided to drabble my way out of a writer's block so i decided to write this. a little birthday present to myself. 🕊️
eremika. 546 words.
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It was just supposed to be a picnic. That had devolved into them stripping down into their underclothes and jumping right into the stream, playing like they were children again.
Only, it was more than clear that when the playful splashing and dunking had stopped, they were very obviously not children anymore.
It was a long time coming.
And yet, he was still making stuff up. It seemed like he would tell her any lie, give her any excuse just to be close enough to touch. Mikasa wasn’t stupid. Yet, she said nothing. Doesn’t call him out. Rinse and repeat. It was the same dance.
This had to be his stupidest lie yet. She didn’t call him out on it because she found that she enjoyed being pushed against a tiny boulder with Eren’s lips on the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder.
“You have honey on you. Here, I got it,” he’d said. The obvious, stupid lie didn’t bother her because…how would honey even get there?
She’d always been sensitive but nothing compared to the feeling of Eren suckling at her skin. He held her as close as physically possible and soft whimpers escaped from her lips as she felt something hard poking at her stomach.
“Mmm,” he hummed into her skin and it sent shivers down her spine.
His mouth felt soft against her skin and she wonders what it would be like to feel it against her own. She was tempted to find out but she didn’t dare move him from the spot.
She gasped as she felt a little bit of teeth. She was like a peach and he knew it. She only egged him on as her hands clung to his back. She wasn’t sure but she thought she heard something akin to a growl.
“Sweet,” he mumbled against her and she lets out a sigh. He suckles on the skin for a moment longer, lingering for another second.
For a second, she thought that he would pull away. She would see his cheeks stained with a familiar red and then they would pretend as if nothing happened.
Only, that doesn’t happen. Not quite.
She gasped when she felt his lips trail up her neck and then downwards. He stopped at the top of her left breast and continues to lick and sick in one particular spot.
She felt him grind against her as he mouth the top of her breast. Once again the teeth drove her insane and she felt like she was going to melt into a puddle in his arms but he held her up.
She’s embarrassed at the way she whined when he pulled away. He had a smile that steadily grew as his eyes trailed the same path across her skin that his mouth had just moments earlier. Oh, she can only imagine.
“All clean,” he said but his voice strained.
So, it was going to be like that again, huh?
But she can see a reddish-purple bruise blooming on top of her breast and she looked up at him, “And how do I explain that?”
He pulled away and Mikasa mourned the loss of contact. He has that goofy grin on his face.
“Just tell them it was mosquitoes. It’s a hot day, right?”
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The Writing on Walls
The world's gone buzzing after words, written in English and have the green slimy texture of undefinable origins, appear all over surfaces of walls available. The handwriting is the same so it is correctly assumed to be the same person scribbling. They are huge and easy to spot.
Recording devices have been set to see if they can catch the culprit initially but it soon proves futile when the words just basically come into existence.
Still, the content can be weird but entertaining at the best of times but downright disturbing at worst. For example:
The dead has overtaken my town and I'm a part of it
The fruit loop is doing it again
Does it matter if it's meat or veggies? The vultures are ghosts
Orange is life, orange is unrhymable
If there's a will, there is the fruit loop that doesn't understand the basic of boundaries and respects
Boxes. Nothing but the goddamn boxes.
Why is he so obsessed with my pelt? Can't he just call it skin like normal beings?
Cujo has ruined V's life. What am I going to do? I can't fix this
Don't say wish. Erase soon please
Frankly, I don't give a damn
She's taking our life forces
There's a dead kid in our locker
The odds are never in our favors
They are hunting me
The Justice League's currently overwhelmed with demands from the public to investigate this.
Or: Danny uses his ectoplasm or he finds a magical pen (depend on you I'm beat) to express his frustration and occasionally intrusive thoughts on abandoned walls or anything he can write on. Unfortunately, he isn't aware that his 'diary', which conveniently disappear the second he finishes, is travelling to another dimension(s).
He is careful though to not reveal any information, even his enemies. He slips in references from pop cultures that coincidentally don't exist in other worlds.
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