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New Part-Timer

Akk was doing another opening shift at the coffee shop when he first met Ayan. Being the owner and sole worker there, he desperately needed the help. Keeping a part timer was difficult when you were as strict as him, he found out.

Thinking back now, the other was being very obvious with his feelings and words, Akk was just blind to it. Ayan walked in, 15 minutes before opening and right on time for his first shift. He was the new trainee who Akk was training on opening. The shorter male wore his bangs swept back, uniform loose and rumpled slightly. A small gold hoop hung from one ear and a large smile graced his features.

“Hey! Are you the manager?” The casual greeting surprised Akk

“Yes. Please be more formal.” He gently corrected it. “My name is Akk, but you can refer to me as manager.” While the man is sure he comes off as cold, he doesn’t want any boundaries to be crossed,especially this early.

“Okay! My name is Ayan, Aye is fine though.” The reply was oddly smooth and Akk turns away, not willing to further ponder the situation.

“Then, I’ll begin explaining things before we open, Ayan. You’ll be mostly a cashier today while you get up to speed.”

Ayan pouted lightly at blatantly being called Ayan, but said nothing and complied. He had just started here after all, and the manager was pretty cute, cold personality and all. Hopefully, he'll warm up and call him Aye soon enough. Even if they didn’t get far in anything he’d like to at least The morning was busy, per usual of a monday morning, but it wasn’t Ayan’s first time working in a place like this either, so it was fine with him. By noon, it had cleared out considerably and Ayan leaned against the countertop, scanning the room to see how many were left. Satisfied with the meager 4 customers still sitting and occupied he turned back to Akk.

For Akk’s part, he was always busy, never once looking up from his task, except to give instructions. This one was diligent for sure. Was he straight though? Any flirting he had said so far seemed to go right over his head.

“So… Got a girlfriend?” He figured this was better than feeling out a straight person for the next 4 hours.

“I do not believe that is appropriate.” The response appeared professional, but Ayan could tell the manager was definitely flustered. Private man, then.

“Oh? I was just curious about my manager. It seems like we’re the only two who work here, so I don’t wanna work here 4 times a week and never learn anything. Besides, it’s getting pretty slow here.” The shorter male counted off several reasons to support his idea, while he really just wanted to know if he had a shot, or not. Akk didn’t need to know that.

“If you must know, no.” The response was on the quieter side, suggesting he truly did not want to talk about it. Embarrassed maybe? Ayan hummed in response. He supposed being single in their culture was frowned upon. Especially since he had his own business and everything.

“Hmm… Me neither, but I’m gay, so that checks out. But why are you too busy for a girl?” Even though it sounded smooth and calm, that sentence was more so practiced and charged. No point in hiding it, however. If he was gonna hit on the guy, he’d know anyway.

“Oh. I… don’t really care. And no, not that either. Girls don’t like my personality too much…” The manager responded slower.

“Cool. Part of the reason I quit my last job. Way too much harassment for my sexuality.” Another heart thudding but practiced sentence from Ayan, and the manager hummed but said no more. Waiting in silence, Ayan internally winced. Might have gone too hard on that one.

“I’m not going to fire you for it. Like I said, I don’t care. Also, you’re the only part timer I have anyway.” The response sounded calculated, and Ayan smiled. He had been thinking about what he was gonna say.

“Aw, manager, how sweet.” He smiled and Akk, glanced over coldly, although his demeanor seemed partially forced now.

“Get back to work. Go wipe the espresso machine.” And wandered to the back mumbling something about inventory. Humming away, Ayan got to cleaning.

That day ended without much more fuss and when the clock hit 4 pm, Ayan clocked out and left. Akk stayed behind, tying up some other loose ends before heading out himself at 5. The new recruit worked pretty well, but his uniform was sloppier than he’d like. He’d correct him on that tomorrow. Customer service was satisfactory, conversation seemed to flow better than any other part-timer he had, and didn’t seem in a hurry to quit.

“Firing people just because they're gay, stupid.” He muttered while gathering the rest of his paperwork to mull over at home. What does sexuality have to do with work anyway? Wait, why did he care anyway? Ayan’s past employment wasn’t his problem. Shouldering his bag, he went home.

The next day, Ayan arrived at the same time and jumped in where he was already instructed. Conversation flowed once again and Akk could not remember work going this fast. By the time Ayan’s shift was ending, he felt a little sad. Perhaps he was lonely after working alone all these years.

“Hey boss, can I call you that?” Ayan suddenly spoke and Akk nodded.

“Yes. What is it?”

“Why am I the only part timer? I mean it’s pretty busy, pays well, and you could probably use a few more hands.” The question was innocent but Akk internally winced.

“Reasons…” He tried being vague.

“Like? You aren’t a murderer or something right?”

Akk turned, shocked at the question, then saw a smirk on the other person's face. Great, he was messed with. “No… They just say I give too much work and have a terrible personality. Happy?” He finally huffed out. Unlike Ayan there, he had the sociability of a rock and the bendability of a wooden ruler.

“What? But it’s work! Like I think you’re just doing boss things.” The other seemed totally surprised. “Besides! It’s a busy place. Of course we’re busy.” The response was quite a shock to Akk and he hoped the little spark of happiness he got didn’t show. Ayan may change his mind at any moment, he reminded himself.

“Well, it is what it is. Get back to work. Yell if it gets really busy, I’m gonna do inventory.” He wandered back toward where extra stock was kept and heard the affirmative reply as he left. ‘Don’t get your hopes up.’ He reminded himself. ‘He said he was gay not desperate.’

During the remainder of the shift, the mood stayed relatively good between the two of them, even during really busy times. Due to the larger volume of customers though, not much conversation happened. They did touch multiple times, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. In fact, Akk felt it was slightly comforting even.

The thought surprised him and the male grimaced lightly. He really must be lonelier than he thought. Thankfully, it was busy up until it was time to close, and Ayan left without seeming to notice Akk’s plight.

“Get it together. You need to stay professional. If he quits, you are screwed.” He reminded himself, deciding to walk home today. The cool air might clear his head.

Unfortunately for Akk, it would only last that evening. Ayan did not quit, Akk could not shake off his slow attraction to Ayan, and before he knew it months had passed and it almost felt like Ayan was hitting on him daily. Honestly, it was driving the male crazy and the serious male was unsure of what to do about it. He wouldn’t fire an amazing worker because he couldn’t get himself together, but also the taller one did not want to harbor weird feelings towards the other for forever.

Distracted by his own thoughts, the owner failed to realize said worker occupying his thoughts was approaching with an uncovered and hot coffee.

Turning, he knocked the employee and drink straight to the grown, the contents splashing all over. “Ah!”

Panicking, he hurriedly grabbed a cold rag.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” His eyes bellied his own disappointment and the owner carefully wiped the areas where he clearly had the liquid spilled onto him.

“Nah, it’s chill. I should’ve put a lid on it, haha.” He tried to brush it off, but Akk knew he was really preoccupied and would’ve still knocked the over, even if the drink was covered.

“After work… Can I talk to you?”

“Huh? You aren’t gonna fire me, are you?!” The shorter male seemed to panic and Akk shook his head.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You are one of the best part timer’s I’ve ever had.” He reassured the other. “But I do have something to tell you.”

“Ok… But I really don’t wanna quit either, if you are gonna ask me to.”

“You really have had tons of horrible bosses, huh?”

“Comes with the territory.” Ayan shrugged, and stood up.

“Alright, I’m gonna dry off my pants some. I’m not burned anywhere too badly, but I don’t wanna stay moist the whole shift. I still have…” He glanced at the clock. “4 hours after all.”

“Yeah, and let me know if you need a break before continuing.” Akk went to mop up the mess on the floor, still cursing his own inattentiveness.

The day ended without further incident, but Akk could tell Ayan was at least slightly worried. Probably still hung up about being fired or something.

‘Man his past employers must have been real jerks.’ The thought came unbidden and Akk wanted to dunk his head into the freezer. Just to cool it off.

“I’m gonna lock the doors!” Ayan called and Akk nodded, absentmindedly. He must’ve been spacing out for a while, however, because the other had enough time to lock the doors, flip the closing sign, and even change before appearing in front of him.

“So? What did you need?” His head tilted to the side and Akk cursed himself for finding it cute.

“I… I think I have feelings for you. I understand if you do not wish to continue here. It’s a very inappropriate crush to harbor and–.”

“Stop, woah, woah, woah! Whatever gave you the idea that would make me quit? I’ve thought you were cute since day 1! I asked if you had a girlfriend to see if you were straight! I’ve been flirting with you since I started! I thought you were gonna fire me just for that .” The rush of words shocked Akk and then he realized he was a grand idiot.

“I… pardon?”

“You heard me. Hey, can I kiss you?”

Akk nodded dumbly and Ayan easily closed the gap between them. The resulting kiss was chaste, soft and pure. Ayan’s hand gently touches Akk’s cheek and the tall man leans in, enjoying the contact.

Pulling back, Ayan smiles. “That was great. Also, next time you jump to conclusions that are really self-deprecating, I’m gonna just kiss you ok?” Pulling out his phone, he hands it to Akk.

“Here, put my number into your phone, then we can set up a full first date, ok? He smiles at the other and AKk nods still absently.

That was honestly his first ever kiss and every part of it felt amazing and better than he had ever expected it to be. Armed with his employee’s number and plans for a first day, he goes home with a pep in his step today and a small smile.

In hindsight, it really was stupid of him to miss all the obvious signs, but at least he worked up the courage to solve the situation, even if it wasn’t what he thought would happen.

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Lost Cause - Chp 1

Eren swallowed nervously, yet so excited it felt his skin was literally crawling. It took forever to get to this moment and if he could go back and promise his younger self it would actually come, he would. All those agonizing nights of pain, years of uncertainty, abuse, all of them would be worth it. At first, he had been worried he’d fail to even pass preliminary tests, but he didn’t. And now, he was ready. With emerald eyes shining with a newfound determination, the teen walked forward and inside of the building. Clean and sterile walls greeted him, so white they felt blinding. The lights beating down did not help the blinding effect.

Walking up to the front desk unperturbed, he spoke. “I’m here to take my ranking test. Eren Yeager.”

“Alright. Have you passed preliminary testing for capabilities?” The clerk did not even glance at him, immediately typing on her computer. Looking for his appointment probably.

His eyes glanced down, still anxious and nodded. He held up his paperwork for his placement and she accepted it. She typed in the code he received for placement and then she paused, and made eye contact with him for the first time. Her cold blue eyes felt like they pierced his soul, but he refused to back down.

“You will be in facility 4.” She spoke slowly, like she was imparting some other message into her words. He nodded and then backed up, before turning and thus breaking eye contact. Brushing some of his bangs out of his eyes, he grabbed his paper and left. Following the directions on the signs, the only furniture in the whole building, he found the room.

It was huge but only housed a few people dappled about the perimitter. In the middle of the room stood 3 people, one really tall with thick brown brows, blond hair, and an undercut and a shorter girl with wild brown hair shoved into a messy ponytail. Thick glasses hid her eyes from that angle, but he could see the almost manic grin on her face. In the middle, toward the front of them, a short man stood with jet black straight hair, an undercut, and the angriest scowl he’d seen all day. Despite his short stature, Eren could tell that man was nothing to be messed with, oozing confidence and danger. Swallowing another creeping feeling, the brunette clung onto his excitement from before.

“H-hello.” He spoke and the three in the middle of the room all turned to look at him.

“You lost brat?” The short one spoke and Eren firmly shook his head.

“This is room 4 right, sir? I was directed here.”

The girl seemed mildly shocked, but her grinning never stopped. “Oh? Fresh meat, hehehe…”

Eren moved to sit down, choosing to ignore her. The blond smiled at him, but said nothing. Looking about the room, he saw a short blond girl and a tall brunette male. That would make him the third then… As he sat down, an announcement played. The same voice from the receptionist spoke. “Hello. For all testers, all of today’s scheduled trainees are now here. Feel free to begin testing now.” And thus ended the announcement. Finally, the blond man spoke.

“Hello. As you know, this is room 4. If you were sent to this room, it means your capabilities were well above most and you will be working with a much higher guide or sentinel than most. Everyone in this room is either a level S guide or sentinel. If you are a guide, you will attempt to match with one of us in this room. If you cannot match me or Levi”, A gesture was made to the short male, “you will match with another sentinel who is in need of a guide. If you are a level S sentinel, you will be matched with any guides if one remains, and then input into the system.”

Eren gritted his teeth. Of course they were both sentinel. No guide could do a job this important. Since they said nothing about the lady, she was probably already established to someone and simply was here for research.

“You first.” He pointed to the tall brunette who smirked. “Name and age please.”

“Jean Kirstein. 18 years old.”

“Alright. Follow Hanji here to get awakened.” The brunette waved and excitedly walked toward a backdoor Eren hadn't noticed. Damn things blended into the walls.

“You,” He gestured to the tiny girl with the fluffy blond hair. She made a small jolt then spoke. “Historia Reiss! Age 19!” She almost sounded as if responding to a dictator to Eren…

“And you, brat?” The black haired man spoke and Eren replied quickly.

“Eren Yeager, 17.”

He knew he was a little young for this, but it was only by a few months. The black haired man scoffed and turned, going the same way Hanji had gone. Erwin then smiled at Eren. “You can follow Levi and I’ll be taking her.” He gestured to the tiny blond, who squeaked before hurriedly standing and bowing.

As they all exited through the door, single file, he caught another look at the small blond. She had large doe eyes and looked terrified. He supposed many people feared this day. This day could ruin them after all. Especially if you were a guide… But he wouldn’t be. For sure. He had all the characteristics of a sentinel. Strong, independent, tough, and fearless. No guide had these characteristics. She had all of the guide traits it seemed though…

Quiet, emotional, and kind seeming. He almost felt bad for her. His thoughts ground to a halt when Levi stopped, glaring up at him.

“Stop. Inside here, a machine will gauge your capacity for powers again, then you will be tested on whether you are a guide or sentinel. Don’t touch anything, don’t say anything unless told to, and don’t do any stupid shit, got it?” The guy had an ass attitude, but Eren just nodded.

Inside, computer screens lined the walls. It was dim minus a circle in the middle and another scientist. It was too dark to make out any other features. He stood in the circle and the tests began.

The first trial was simple. “Pick which option you want.” She instructed. Images of items appeared and by just looking at one it was known he wanted it.

Apple or book. Tree or bee. Girl or boy. Rag or bag. It was very simple actually. This was done quickly and then came the emotional capacity measurement. It showed heartbreaking moments, exciting ones, horrifying images, and so many more. He held back any reactions carefully. Guides were known to be emotional so he feared any showing of emotions would label him one. The next portion was a physical exam of him and then the final section.

A nurse approached and put protectants on him. He would be injected with the awakening serum now. If he were to awaken as a sentinel these are put into place in case, he is overwhelmed and immediately has a Zone. If he is a guide, he will have to find himself out of his own mental haven. He may wake up with no walls however and fall into an emotional mess. This may fail, however. He may just die instead. This is why many people choose to never awaken.

The small prick struck him and before any true pain registered the world was gone. Rows and rows of houses instead awaited him. Homes? No, his home village, his family, his friends, his mom. But no one remained. It was empty, then it was on fire, then he was in an empty space again.

‘You want comfort from your family and friends. Choose a place instead. Your village which is gone, your family and friends, your past, are not options.’

A tear falling down his face he nodded, knowingly.

Instead, the place was rebuilt. Warm sunny fields. Flowers and grass as far as the eye could see. A lake, an open hill. All of it was warm, happy, and comfortable.

‘You must leave. It’s been too late already.’ The voice came again. It was so familiar. Who…?

He looked at the single cabin that existed. That was the exit. He just knew. Walking toward it, he opened the door and stepped out. His eyes slammed open and Eren breathed. How long had he been out…?

“You are a guide, Eren Yeager. You will receive your mark, and then you must attempt to bond with Levi Ackerman or Erwin Smith.” A nurse informed him. The lights were now on, and he laid in a bed. Monitors were hooked up to him and with a feeling of defeat he knew, he was screwed.

Sitting up, still in shock, he gritted his teeth.

“There must be a mistake–“

There are no mistakes. Even he knew this as excuses fell from his mouth. “Shut up, brat.” Levi spat and it was the unmistakable. Eren could feel the sentinel coming from this man. He and Eren were not the same.

The mark was painless, and his ID was updated to include his status. He was marked as an S ranked Guide, with the bond status being left untouched. Feeling out, a weird feeling which was now like second nature for some reason, he built walls up, protecting his own mental stability. Once he felt safe, he stood. Erwin had come now, the blond girl from before now.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna try her, Levi?” Erwin spoke and Levi glared.

“No.” He knew deep in his gut Eren would be his bond. And it would be hell.

Erwin tried to bond with him first, and they had barely gotten through the feeling stage when Eren grabbed his own brown hair in fists. “Agh!”

Erwin immediately stopped. “It won’t work. We are like oil and water, haha.” He laughed but the lines around his eyes showed how strained it was. It hurts like a bitch when two people who don’t match try to guide together.

Turning his steel colored eyes onto Eren, Levi narrowed them. “Let’s go brat.”

“I’m going damn it.” The snarky reply came. “My head just hurts…” Lowering his wall again, he tried to feel toward Levi. He felt a totally different sensation. Before it was like joining a cold and unforgiving ocean, then being eaten alive by sharks. This was like opening a clean and inviting tea shop. It was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time, however. Building another layer of connection, he tried.

“L-Levi?” He spoke and walked further into the shop, or Levi’s mental area. Inside, Levi did exist, however he seemed desperate, overwhelmed, and agitated. Unguided sentinel who had not been guided properly in at least two years from the looks…

“Guide…” He responded and although untrusting, he slowly approached. He would take the guiding regardless it seemed.

“Sh-should we match…?” Eren whispered before shaking his head. Of course they should! He didn’t know the asshole much, but even he knew how rare guide/sentinel good matches actually were! Nodding assuredly, he reached forward and grabbed his hand.

“Let’s bond!” He exclaimed. The connection was broken afterwards.

“Did it work…?” Erwin spoke first and Eren nodded, before his knees gave out. He was so sleepy… The world blurred out around him.

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Lost Cause - Chp 1

Eren swallowed nervously, yet so excited it felt his skin was literally crawling. It took forever to get to this moment and if he could go back and promise his younger self it would actually come, he would. All those agonizing nights of pain, years of uncertainty, abuse, all of them would be worth it. At first, he had been worried he’d fail to even pass preliminary tests, but he didn’t. And now, he was ready. With emerald eyes shining with a newfound determination, the teen walked forward and inside of the building. Clean and sterile walls greeted him, so white they felt blinding. The lights beating down did not help the blinding effect.

Walking up to the front desk unperturbed, he spoke. “I’m here to take my ranking test. Eren Yeager.”

“Alright. Have you passed preliminary testing for capabilities?” The clerk did not even glance at him, immediately typing on her computer. Looking for his appointment probably.

His eyes glanced down, still anxious and nodded. He held up his paperwork for his placement and she accepted it. She typed in the code he received for placement and then she paused, and made eye contact with him for the first time. Her cold blue eyes felt like they pierced his soul, but he refused to back down.

“You will be in facility 4.” She spoke slowly, like she was imparting some other message into her words. He nodded and then backed up, before turning and thus breaking eye contact. Brushing some of his bangs out of his eyes, he grabbed his paper and left. Following the directions on the signs, the only furniture in the whole building, he found the room.

It was huge but only housed a few people dappled about the perimitter. In the middle of the room stood 3 people, one really tall with thick brown brows, blond hair, and an undercut and a shorter girl with wild brown hair shoved into a messy ponytail. Thick glasses hid her eyes from that angle, but he could see the almost manic grin on her face. In the middle, toward the front of them, a short man stood with jet black straight hair, an undercut, and the angriest scowl he’d seen all day. Despite his short stature, Eren could tell that man was nothing to be messed with, oozing confidence and danger. Swallowing another creeping feeling, the brunette clung onto his excitement from before.

“H-hello.” He spoke and the three in the middle of the room all turned to look at him.

“You lost brat?” The short one spoke and Eren firmly shook his head.

“This is room 4 right, sir? I was directed here.”

The girl seemed mildly shocked, but her grinning never stopped. “Oh? Fresh meat, hehehe…”

Eren moved to sit down, choosing to ignore her. The blond smiled at him, but said nothing. Looking about the room, he saw a short blond girl and a tall brunette male. That would make him the third then… As he sat down, an announcement played. The same voice from the receptionist spoke. “Hello. For all testers, all of today’s scheduled trainees are now here. Feel free to begin testing now.” And thus ended the announcement. Finally, the blond man spoke.

“Hello. As you know, this is room 4. If you were sent to this room, it means your capabilities were well above most and you will be working with a much higher guide or sentinel than most. Everyone in this room is either a level S guide or sentinel. If you are a guide, you will attempt to match with one of us in this room. If you cannot match me or Levi”, A gesture was made to the short male, “you will match with another sentinel who is in need of a guide. If you are a level S sentinel, you will be matched with any guides if one remains, and then input into the system.”

Eren gritted his teeth. Of course they were both sentinel. No guide could do a job this important. Since they said nothing about the lady, she was probably already established to someone and simply was here for research.

“You first.” He pointed to the tall brunette who smirked. “Name and age please.”

“Jean Kirstein. 18 years old.”

“Alright. Follow Hanji here to get awakened.” The brunette waved and excitedly walked toward a backdoor Eren hadn't noticed. Damn things blended into the walls.

“You,” He gestured to the tiny girl with the fluffy blond hair. She made a small jolt then spoke. “Historia Reiss! Age 19!” She almost sounded as if responding to a dictator to Eren…

“And you, brat?” The black haired man spoke and Eren replied quickly.

“Eren Yeager, 17.”

He knew he was a little young for this, but it was only by a few months. The black haired man scoffed and turned, going the same way Hanji had gone. Erwin then smiled at Eren. “You can follow Levi and I’ll be taking her.” He gestured to the tiny blond, who squeaked before hurriedly standing and bowing.

As they all exited through the door, single file, he caught another look at the small blond. She had large doe eyes and looked terrified. He supposed many people feared this day. This day could ruin them after all. Especially if you were a guide… But he wouldn’t be. For sure. He had all the characteristics of a sentinel. Strong, independent, tough, and fearless. No guide had these characteristics. She had all of the guide traits it seemed though…

Quiet, emotional, and kind seeming. He almost felt bad for her. His thoughts ground to a halt when Levi stopped, glaring up at him.

“Stop. Inside here, a machine will gauge your capacity for powers again, then you will be tested on whether you are a guide or sentinel. Don’t touch anything, don’t say anything unless told to, and don’t do any stupid shit, got it?” The guy had an ass attitude, but Eren just nodded.

Inside, computer screens lined the walls. It was dim minus a circle in the middle and another scientist. It was too dark to make out any other features. He stood in the circle and the tests began.

The first trial was simple. “Pick which option you want.” She instructed. Images of items appeared and by just looking at one it was known he wanted it.

Apple or book. Tree or bee. Girl or boy. Rag or bag. It was very simple actually. This was done quickly and then came the emotional capacity measurement. It showed heartbreaking moments, exciting ones, horrifying images, and so many more. He held back any reactions carefully. Guides were known to be emotional so he feared any showing of emotions would label him one. The next portion was a physical exam of him and then the final section.

A nurse approached and put protectants on him. He would be injected with the awakening serum now. If he were to awaken as a sentinel these are put into place in case, he is overwhelmed and immediately has a Zone. If he is a guide, he will have to find himself out of his own mental haven. He may wake up with no walls however and fall into an emotional mess. This may fail, however. He may just die instead. This is why many people choose to never awaken.

The small prick struck him and before any true pain registered the world was gone. Rows and rows of houses instead awaited him. Homes? No, his home village, his family, his friends, his mom. But no one remained. It was empty, then it was on fire, then he was in an empty space again.

‘You want comfort from your family and friends. Choose a place instead. Your village which is gone, your family and friends, your past, are not options.’

A tear falling down his face he nodded, knowingly.

Instead, the place was rebuilt. Warm sunny fields. Flowers and grass as far as the eye could see. A lake, an open hill. All of it was warm, happy, and comfortable.

‘You must leave. It’s been too late already.’ The voice came again. It was so familiar. Who…?

He looked at the single cabin that existed. That was the exit. He just knew. Walking toward it, he opened the door and stepped out. His eyes slammed open and Eren breathed. How long had he been out…?

“You are a guide, Eren Yeager. You will receive your mark, and then you must attempt to bond with Levi Ackerman or Erwin Smith.” A nurse informed him. The lights were now on, and he laid in a bed. Monitors were hooked up to him and with a feeling of defeat he knew, he was screwed.

Sitting up, still in shock, he gritted his teeth.

“There must be a mistake–“

There are no mistakes. Even he knew this as excuses fell from his mouth. “Shut up, brat.” Levi spat and it was the unmistakable. Eren could feel the sentinel coming from this man. He and Eren were not the same.

The mark was painless, and his ID was updated to include his status. He was marked as an S ranked Guide, with the bond status being left untouched. Feeling out, a weird feeling which was now like second nature for some reason, he built walls up, protecting his own mental stability. Once he felt safe, he stood. Erwin had come now, the blond girl from before now.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna try her, Levi?” Erwin spoke and Levi glared.

“No.” He knew deep in his gut Eren would be his bond. And it would be hell.

Erwin tried to bond with him first, and they had barely gotten through the feeling stage when Eren grabbed his own brown hair in fists. “Agh!”

Erwin immediately stopped. “It won’t work. We are like oil and water, haha.” He laughed but the lines around his eyes showed how strained it was. It hurts like a bitch when two people who don’t match try to guide together.

Turning his steel colored eyes onto Eren, Levi narrowed them. “Let’s go brat.”

“I’m going damn it.” The snarky reply came. “My head just hurts…” Lowering his wall again, he tried to feel toward Levi. He felt a totally different sensation. Before it was like joining a cold and unforgiving ocean, then being eaten alive by sharks. This was like opening a clean and inviting tea shop. It was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time, however. Building another layer of connection, he tried.

“L-Levi?” He spoke and walked further into the shop, or Levi’s mental area. Inside, Levi did exist, however he seemed desperate, overwhelmed, and agitated. Unguided sentinel who had not been guided properly in at least two years from the looks…

“Guide…” He responded and although untrusting, he slowly approached. He would take the guiding regardless it seemed.

“Sh-should we match…?” Eren whispered before shaking his head. Of course they should! He didn’t know the asshole much, but even he knew how rare guide/sentinel good matches actually were! Nodding assuredly, he reached forward and grabbed his hand.

“Let’s bond!” He exclaimed. The connection was broken afterwards.

“Did it work…?” Erwin spoke first and Eren nodded, before his knees gave out. He was so sleepy… The world blurred out around him.

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New Part-Timer

Akk was doing another opening shift at the coffee shop when he first met Ayan. Being the owner and sole worker there, he desperately needed the help. Keeping a part timer was difficult when you were as strict as him, he found out.

Thinking back now, the other was being very obvious with his feelings and words, Akk was just blind to it. Ayan walked in, 15 minutes before opening and right on time for his first shift. He was the new trainee who Akk was training on opening. The shorter male wore his bangs swept back, uniform loose and rumpled slightly. A small gold hoop hung from one ear and a large smile graced his features.

“Hey! Are you the manager?” The casual greeting surprised Akk

“Yes. Please be more formal.” He gently corrected it. “My name is Akk, but you can refer to me as manager.” While the man is sure he comes off as cold, he doesn’t want any boundaries to be crossed,especially this early.

“Okay! My name is Ayan, Aye is fine though.” The reply was oddly smooth and Akk turns away, not willing to further ponder the situation.

“Then, I’ll begin explaining things before we open, Ayan. You’ll be mostly a cashier today while you get up to speed.”

Ayan pouted lightly at blatantly being called Ayan, but said nothing and complied. He had just started here after all, and the manager was pretty cute, cold personality and all. Hopefully, he'll warm up and call him Aye soon enough. Even if they didn’t get far in anything he’d like to at least The morning was busy, per usual of a monday morning, but it wasn’t Ayan’s first time working in a place like this either, so it was fine with him. By noon, it had cleared out considerably and Ayan leaned against the countertop, scanning the room to see how many were left. Satisfied with the meager 4 customers still sitting and occupied he turned back to Akk.

For Akk’s part, he was always busy, never once looking up from his task, except to give instructions. This one was diligent for sure. Was he straight though? Any flirting he had said so far seemed to go right over his head.

“So… Got a girlfriend?” He figured this was better than feeling out a straight person for the next 4 hours.

“I do not believe that is appropriate.” The response appeared professional, but Ayan could tell the manager was definitely flustered. Private man, then.

“Oh? I was just curious about my manager. It seems like we’re the only two who work here, so I don’t wanna work here 4 times a week and never learn anything. Besides, it’s getting pretty slow here.” The shorter male counted off several reasons to support his idea, while he really just wanted to know if he had a shot, or not. Akk didn’t need to know that.

“If you must know, no.” The response was on the quieter side, suggesting he truly did not want to talk about it. Embarrassed maybe? Ayan hummed in response. He supposed being single in their culture was frowned upon. Especially since he had his own business and everything.

“Hmm… Me neither, but I’m gay, so that checks out. But why are you too busy for a girl?” Even though it sounded smooth and calm, that sentence was more so practiced and charged. No point in hiding it, however. If he was gonna hit on the guy, he’d know anyway.

“Oh. I… don’t really care. And no, not that either. Girls don’t like my personality too much…” The manager responded slower.

“Cool. Part of the reason I quit my last job. Way too much harassment for my sexuality.” Another heart thudding but practiced sentence from Ayan, and the manager hummed but said no more. Waiting in silence, Ayan internally winced. Might have gone too hard on that one.

“I’m not going to fire you for it. Like I said, I don’t care. Also, you’re the only part timer I have anyway.” The response sounded calculated, and Ayan smiled. He had been thinking about what he was gonna say.

“Aw, manager, how sweet.” He smiled and Akk, glanced over coldly, although his demeanor seemed partially forced now.

“Get back to work. Go wipe the espresso machine.” And wandered to the back mumbling something about inventory. Humming away, Ayan got to cleaning.

That day ended without much more fuss and when the clock hit 4 pm, Ayan clocked out and left. Akk stayed behind, tying up some other loose ends before heading out himself at 5. The new recruit worked pretty well, but his uniform was sloppier than he’d like. He’d correct him on that tomorrow. Customer service was satisfactory, conversation seemed to flow better than any other part-timer he had, and didn’t seem in a hurry to quit.

“Firing people just because they're gay, stupid.” He muttered while gathering the rest of his paperwork to mull over at home. What does sexuality have to do with work anyway? Wait, why did he care anyway? Ayan’s past employment wasn’t his problem. Shouldering his bag, he went home.

The next day, Ayan arrived at the same time and jumped in where he was already instructed. Conversation flowed once again and Akk could not remember work going this fast. By the time Ayan’s shift was ending, he felt a little sad. Perhaps he was lonely after working alone all these years.

“Hey boss, can I call you that?” Ayan suddenly spoke and Akk nodded.

“Yes. What is it?”

“Why am I the only part timer? I mean it’s pretty busy, pays well, and you could probably use a few more hands.” The question was innocent but Akk internally winced.

“Reasons…” He tried being vague.

“Like? You aren’t a murderer or something right?”

Akk turned, shocked at the question, then saw a smirk on the other person's face. Great, he was messed with. “No… They just say I give too much work and have a terrible personality. Happy?” He finally huffed out. Unlike Ayan there, he had the sociability of a rock and the bendability of a wooden ruler.

“What? But it’s work! Like I think you’re just doing boss things.” The other seemed totally surprised. “Besides! It’s a busy place. Of course we’re busy.” The response was quite a shock to Akk and he hoped the little spark of happiness he got didn’t show. Ayan may change his mind at any moment, he reminded himself.

“Well, it is what it is. Get back to work. Yell if it gets really busy, I’m gonna do inventory.” He wandered back toward where extra stock was kept and heard the affirmative reply as he left. ‘Don’t get your hopes up.’ He reminded himself. ‘He said he was gay not desperate.’

During the remainder of the shift, the mood stayed relatively good between the two of them, even during really busy times. Due to the larger volume of customers though, not much conversation happened. They did touch multiple times, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. In fact, Akk felt it was slightly comforting even.

The thought surprised him and the male grimaced lightly. He really must be lonelier than he thought. Thankfully, it was busy up until it was time to close, and Ayan left without seeming to notice Akk’s plight.

“Get it together. You need to stay professional. If he quits, you are screwed.” He reminded himself, deciding to walk home today. The cool air might clear his head.

Unfortunately for Akk, it would only last that evening. Ayan did not quit, Akk could not shake off his slow attraction to Ayan, and before he knew it months had passed and it almost felt like Ayan was hitting on him daily. Honestly, it was driving the male crazy and the serious male was unsure of what to do about it. He wouldn’t fire an amazing worker because he couldn’t get himself together, but also the taller one did not want to harbor weird feelings towards the other for forever.

Distracted by his own thoughts, the owner failed to realize said worker occupying his thoughts was approaching with an uncovered and hot coffee.

Turning, he knocked the employee and drink straight to the grown, the contents splashing all over. “Ah!”

Panicking, he hurriedly grabbed a cold rag.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” His eyes bellied his own disappointment and the owner carefully wiped the areas where he clearly had the liquid spilled onto him.

“Nah, it’s chill. I should’ve put a lid on it, haha.” He tried to brush it off, but Akk knew he was really preoccupied and would’ve still knocked the over, even if the drink was covered.

“After work… Can I talk to you?”

“Huh? You aren’t gonna fire me, are you?!” The shorter male seemed to panic and Akk shook his head.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You are one of the best part timer’s I’ve ever had.” He reassured the other. “But I do have something to tell you.”

“Ok… But I really don’t wanna quit either, if you are gonna ask me to.”

“You really have had tons of horrible bosses, huh?”

“Comes with the territory.” Ayan shrugged, and stood up.

“Alright, I’m gonna dry off my pants some. I’m not burned anywhere too badly, but I don’t wanna stay moist the whole shift. I still have…” He glanced at the clock. “4 hours after all.”

“Yeah, and let me know if you need a break before continuing.” Akk went to mop up the mess on the floor, still cursing his own inattentiveness.

The day ended without further incident, but Akk could tell Ayan was at least slightly worried. Probably still hung up about being fired or something.

‘Man his past employers must have been real jerks.’ The thought came unbidden and Akk wanted to dunk his head into the freezer. Just to cool it off.

“I’m gonna lock the doors!” Ayan called and Akk nodded, absentmindedly. He must’ve been spacing out for a while, however, because the other had enough time to lock the doors, flip the closing sign, and even change before appearing in front of him.

“So? What did you need?” His head tilted to the side and Akk cursed himself for finding it cute.

“I… I think I have feelings for you. I understand if you do not wish to continue here. It’s a very inappropriate crush to harbor and–.”

“Stop, woah, woah, woah! Whatever gave you the idea that would make me quit? I’ve thought you were cute since day 1! I asked if you had a girlfriend to see if you were straight! I’ve been flirting with you since I started! I thought you were gonna fire me just for that .” The rush of words shocked Akk and then he realized he was a grand idiot.

“I… pardon?”

“You heard me. Hey, can I kiss you?”

Akk nodded dumbly and Ayan easily closed the gap between them. The resulting kiss was chaste, soft and pure. Ayan’s hand gently touches Akk’s cheek and the tall man leans in, enjoying the contact.

Pulling back, Ayan smiles. “That was great. Also, next time you jump to conclusions that are really self-deprecating, I’m gonna just kiss you ok?” Pulling out his phone, he hands it to Akk.

“Here, put my number into your phone, then we can set up a full first date, ok? He smiles at the other and AKk nods still absently.

That was honestly his first ever kiss and every part of it felt amazing and better than he had ever expected it to be. Armed with his employee’s number and plans for a first day, he goes home with a pep in his step today and a small smile.

In hindsight, it really was stupid of him to miss all the obvious signs, but at least he worked up the courage to solve the situation, even if it wasn’t what he thought would happen.

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Kinktober Day 1! Ensemble Stars!!

Chp 1 - Pegging, Latex/Leather

Wataru stared proudly at her girlfriend, her well defined waist adorned by a black corset and thigh high leather boots. Her large breasts almost tumbled from the top of the outfit and her pupils blew wide with lust and very little worry for the usually sickly girl below her. Eichi glared half heartedly, a blush staining her pale cheeks crimson, sweat flattening her blond strands to her forehead and small lips trapped between white teeth.

“If you want Eichi all you need to do is beg…” The taller girl grinned, sitting back and admiring her handiwork. Hickeys coated the pale girl's legs and hips, stark on her otherwise flawless skin. The sight made a heat pool in Wataru’s core, but she held back. It would all be worth it when her dignified and prideful partner broke and cried. Beautiful clear blue eyes filled with tears and biting her lip as she broke… Yes, the blue haired girl could wait for that.

Leaning down once more she took a nipple into her mouth, the well endowed girl before her crying out. She was always so sensitive, it was adorable. Suckling on the red nub, another hand crept up and twisted the other, harder than usual. Eichi let out a moan at the feeling. The mix of pleasure and pain drowning the rich girl. She wanted nothing more than to get railed right now, but had yet reached the point of begging.

“My, you’re holding out quite well my love. Shall you get a treat?” The blue haired clown grinned up, moving away from the large breasts.

“O-oh? What might that be?” Eichi challenged back, her breathy voice and heavy breathing bellying her confident tone.

“Your favorite of course.” Wataru smirked, standing and reaching into their closet. Out came a long piece of leather perfectly matching her dominatrix-esque outfit. Eichi’s eyes widened but they both knew it was more excitement than fear. No one liked this play more than the petite blond.

Wataru sauntered back over, knowing her girlfriend enjoyed the show and just how good she looked in this outfit.

“Girls who refuse to beg get punished, you know.” The line sent shivers down Eichi’s back and a pang of horniness through her. Turning as she was supposed to, ass up and back arched rather naughtily she smirked.

“Do your best Wataru.” She huffed back. They both knew that while Eichi loved the show and theatrics, Wataru got off on the breaking down of Eichi. The chasing of the prey was by far the best part for the more dominant girl.

A whip came suddenly and hard. A cry ripped from Eichi but nothing more. 2 more followed in quick succession, both across her ass and Wataru took pleasure in the trembles in her thighs. It must have been incredibly hard not to break and simply beg. The thought only made Wataru want to whip her harder.

“AH!” The loud moan resulted in the blond ducking her head down, raising her ass further in the air. Her breasts squished against the mattress and made quite the show for Wataru who growled in response.

“My, you look so needy, Eichi. Ass in the air,” The whip trailed along her ass, lightly prodding her asshole, up further along her thin back. Tracing the thin bumps in her small back and then up to her sensitive neck that could be crushed by the other in a few moments. “Boobs for show, arched back. Just like a slut.”

“Hn…” A whine escaped the blond who lightly wiggled her ass. Ah, so she was finally beginning to enter subspace…

Another crack of the whip across her back, black leather meeting pale white skin. A red mark was left behind and Eichi screamed, not expecting it after all the gentle touches.

“Wataru!”

“Mistress to you!” Wataru called back, eyes drunk on the power and another slap following.

“Mistress! Please!”

“Please what, slut.” Wataru challenged back, 3 more quick strikes across her ass. Like watching a string pull taught and broken, the response was instant.

“Please Mistress! Use this s-slut with your big cock! She wants it inside her so badly! Please destroy her with your big cock!” Small sobs followed, shivers wracking the blonds small body.

Grinning, Wataru put the whip down. It seemed she would finally get what she wanted so badly soon. Both her hands grabbed the blonds huge globes of her ass, massaging them gently. No regard was paid to the previously whipped areas, causing the blond to scream and moan, more choked sobs coming out. “Fine, this gracious mistress will grant your wish. Turn, my little kitten. Present for your mistress.”

Eichi’s body turned, arms grabbing her slim thighs and pulling them up to her full chest, presenting her dripping sex for Wataru to examine. Presenting just like the good sub she was. The taller girl's eyes almost appeared black, the iris completely eclipsed by her own arousal. The normally blue eyes beauty before her no better, whining and dripping with want. Completely in subspace, she didn't even say anything else, only whimpering and waiting for her next order.

“Good job kitten.” Wataru reached over and flicked her sensitive clit, taking pleasure in the resulting flinch and high pitched squeak. Adorable. She wanted to eat her up and leave nothing left.

Turning, she picked up the dildo they left by the side table and held it up for Eichi to see. It was a double sided monster with a strap to secure it to Wataru. 7 inches on both sides and enough to satisfy them both. Grinning, she reached down, lubing her side up before sinking it into herself.

“Ah!” A moan escaped herself, pleasure reaching within her core after not being touched for so long. There was something so satisfying to her about withholding pleasure from herself until the last second.

With the dildo secured, she strapped it along her full hips and finally leaned over the blond.

“Are you ready? Do you want your mistress to fuck you until you can’t move?”

“Yes! Please! Fuck this d-dirty slut!” The words were mildly slurred but just as desperate. Wataru kissed her, surprisingly chaste for the dirty activity they were doing before lining up the other side of the dildo and pushing into the warm heat below her.

“Ah! Yes! Please, so good sho good!” Eichi’s finger dug into Wataru’s back, leaving trails of angry nails wherever the corset didn’t cover.

Grunting, the dominant girl pushed the rest of the way in, breathing through her own pleasure. Then, it was a frenzy of movement and heat, both clumsily pushing and pulling to get more of the pleasure they craved so badly. Sweat coated both of their backs and Eichi moaned loud enough that surely the whole neighborhood could hear. Grabbing a chunk of the blonds hair and pulling, knowing the petite girl would love it, she reveled in the resulting moan. The crescendo of her screams told the blue haired girl that her orgasm was approaching. Moving in between them, she began rubbing her clit, speeding it up. Her cries got impossibly louder and the blond hurtled over the edge, crying so loudly and spasming so hard, Wataru was positive she saw stars.

Slowing her movements after the girl started coming down, she pulled out.

“Surely you know better than to leave your mistress waiting, kitten. I haven't come yet.” She pulled out the soaked dildo, moaning as she did.

“L-let me…” Eichi staggered onto her hands and knees, still shaking from the force of her orgasm.

Moving to her knees as well, the blue haired girl pushed Eichi back down.

“Lay. Your mistress knows what she wants.” Smiling as the sub did as commanded, she moved over her face. “Lick.”

With that one word, the blond started happily licking her hole and clit, eager to please and do as commanded. Wataru moaned, enjoying the feeling of being eaten out. One of her own hands raised up and began playing with her breast, the other buried within the blonds hair, tightly gripping it. It wasn’t long after this began that she felt her own orgasm approaching, the eager tongue below her making quick work of her own orgasm. Feeling it approaching, her hips began rocking earnestly, moans increasing in volume as Eichi seemed to double her own efforts, eager to please and serve. Not long after this, Wataru went still orgasm wracking through her own body. Obediently, Eichi slurped up any leaking fluids before waiting for her mistress to move.

“Good girl. Time for you to rest. Let your mistress clean you up.” Wataru smiled knowing Eichi wouldn’t be lucid for quite some time. She stood up, thighs still slightly shaking, and turned the blond onto her side.

“You can sleep for now. I’ll wake you when it’s time to shower.” Eichi nodded again, her eyes slowly fluttering shut, the last thing she saw being her girlfriend's smiling face.

[reolakradness]

nothing like a good stretch for the first time in centuries

(Part 2 of this comic!)

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scrumbling her

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are evil dragons really evil, or are they just vitamin D deficient?

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Kinktober Day 4!

Chp 4 - MadaKoha; Rimming, prostitution

Kohaku smirked, sauntering up to the man. “What a pretty red shirt ya got on, sir.” The teen attempted to purr.

The man, easily in his early 60’s turned and his predatory eyes seemed to light up at seeing Kohaku. A young teen, clearly not even legal, wearing skimpy shorts which barely covered his round ass and a crop top, both being a sleek black. His nipples poked out from the top of said shirt and a small bulge from the front solidified him being a male. The pink haired teen was both hairless and unmarked, nothing but creamy skin and a cheeky look in his eyes. Just the target type. The old man liked his lips and Kohaku knew he had won.

“Oh? Is this a free service for the party tonight?” He alluded to the illegal party which many from the underbelly of the city had gathered at. Solidifying deals, exchanging goods, and much more business took place here to never see the light of day. He was just one of such business men who paid the fee to participate.

“Only for ya, sir.” The spy attempted to stay demure. Cute but cheeky was the guy's type, so he had to be careful with this. “Unless ya take too long… Then I might need ta find someone else…” Trailing off carefully, his purple eyes casted sideways as if checking out other men.

“Follow me, don’t worry. I’ll entertain you all night.” His smile dripped with lust and eyes swirled with a greed so dark, one might lose their own sanity in it.

Following the stout business man found himself in a backroom area previously off limits. The room was lined with an old and peeling wallpaper. Clearly no longer in use, all that remained fully intact was a trashed looking desk and a rusty lamp. The old man was clearly planning to fuck him on a desk and Kohaku sneered, no longer needing to continue his farce, especially with how dim the room was.

“Come here, pretty. I’ll show you a grand old time.” His voice had taken on a truly creepy tone and the teen knew only certain death would await anyone who complied. Instead, he pulled out his handgun and hit the man on the temple as hard as he could. This took the creep by surprise. He stuttered something, stumbled back, and fell unconscious.

“Fucking gross.” Spit the slim teen. A shiver then racked his body. This place was way too cold to be dressed this skimpy. He then insured the old man was indeed out cold before continuing. Confident in his job, collecting the information from the computer left haphazardly in the desk, he extracted all the files onto a hard drive and then hightailed it straight to the window. On the sill, he looked back, smiled, and put 5 pullets into the freak’s foot. Wouldn’t die, but feel that in the morning.

The computer had shown exactly what they thought. He supported underage idols, then molested and raped them under his care. If they fought back he would kill them, just like all the prostitutes he slept with.

He sent a message on his phone, telling Madara he was done, and waiting outside. In the meantime, warm clothes were pulled over top and finally the shivering slowly subsided. God, how did hookers do it? Discarding the small flats and pulling over boots also warmed his frozen feet. Finally, he could hear footsteps in the distance. Madara turned a corner, smiling brightly.

“Hey! Did it all end well?”

“Yup. I got the shit. Let’s go, I’m cold.” The smaller spy started walking toward the bike and Madara laughed loudly.

“You're always in such a rush. Also… did you lure the target dressed like that?” The teasing question caused annoyance to run up his spine. Madara knew damn well he did not.

“Hell naw. But ya don’t get ta see it.” Shit was embarrassing.

“Eh?! Your boyfriend can’t see what a stranger saw you in?! A child predator at that?!” He seemed offended and Kohaku scoffed.

“If I met you just 2 years ago, you woulda been a child predator.” He reminded the man who whined.

“But we didn’t! Besides, my morals aren’t that loose… Sometimes. And, let’s not forget you are 18, just short” The cheeky reply made Kohaku snort. Morals, these two didn’t have those. They were vigilantes for hire for fucks sake.

“Sure, Madara-han, sure.” His disbelief was clear and the ride home seemed calm, and Kohaku forgot all about the conversation. What a mistake. Madara always got what he wanted.

Returning home felt like a breath of fresh air, and Kohaku set the harddrive into Madara’s hands. He was the only one who always handed over evidence anyway. While the older brunette put it away, Kohaku started getting ready to shower and change. While taking off his top however, hands stopped him.

“So this is what you enticed the creep with, hmm?”

“Madara-han?!” Surprised, the teen squeaked, and nearly punched him.

“Woah! Don’t hurt mama! I just wanted to see a little… And maybe congratulate you on the job well done…” His smooth voice sent shivers down Kohaku’s little frame and he looked back.

“How s-so?” He asked and Madara smirked.

“You’ll see.”

Apparently, he meant bent over and eating his ass out. He didn’t even pull the shorts off, only to his knees and eagerly got to work. His tongue licked his puckered entrance diligently. The slurping noises were obscene and just this had the small teens thighs trembling. His small neglected dick twitched in between his thighs and while the teen ached to touch it, couldn’t. Both of his hands were holding up his trembling body and moving one would definitely cause him to fall. His legs were shaking way too much to be of use.

Madara’s larger and calloused hand snaked around and began pumping him, and Kohaku screamed. His wet and slick tongue then entered his ass and tears formed in his eyes.

“G-Good! Don’t stop, please Madara I- I can’t!” He babbled uselessly, unable to form sentences. His mind was blanking out and while he knew he was getting close couldn’t get the words to come out.

The tongue pulled out for a second and a chuckled ghosted along his wet hole. He whimpered and Madara spoke. “Go ahead, come for me, Kohaku.” The large spy went right back to work after that and Kohaku moaned loudly again.

“M-Madara! Madara! I’m g-gonna!” And then his vision whited out.

He must’ve blacked out for at least 5 minutes, because when he became aware again, it was to the sight of Madara jacking off.

“K-Kohaku I’m gonna cum on you, ok?” He stuttered out and the fucked out teen nodded, eyes still slightly glazed over. A groan followed the brunette's sentence and warm fluid landed on his chest and legs.

“Alright, let’s clean up for bed, yeah?” He smiled and Kohaku let himself be cleaned up without fuss. Madara’s large and gentle hands cleaned him off and when all was finished, he relaxed happily.

“Good night, Kohaku.” Madara whispered, kissing his cheek.

“G’night, Madara. I love ya.” His face flushed from slight embarrassment and his lover chuckled.

“I love you too.”

[reolakradness]

Kinktober Day 2!

Chp 2 - Roleplay, Inflation Mob/Kanata cursed and sad, MadaKana

Madara gently patted his lover's head, smiling at the resulting purr from the other. “You’re adorable, Kanata.”

“Mmm… You are… ‘hot’?” The response seemed slightly confused. He probably heard someone else use it to refer to him.

“Haha! Thank you! Mama sure hopes you find your boyfriend attractive!”

“Mhm… How about you ‘pretend’ to be my ‘plushie’?” The head nuzzled further into his hand and he wasn’t sure if the other truly liked him or simply wanted more pats. The blunette moved toward the hand for a few minutes before finally falling into a blissful sleep.

The brunette smiled back at him, shuffling closer and spooning him. The peaceful look on the other male's face gave him a warmth like nothing else. This thought drifted him to a peaceful sleep as well. “Sure, love.” He whispered as he also fell into a sleep.

Kanata became aware in a familiar yet distant room. The look, feel, smell, and touch all were the same as then. So he had returned to his ‘home’ of the ‘past’. His days of a God. Sitting up, he made no response to the followers coming in and immediately bowing before him. He was then dressed, groomed, and led out by the same followers. They didn’t tell him where they were going and he didn’t ask. They never dared talk to him anyway…

“Hello, Kami-sama. As you know it is your coming of age today as a God… Today we will cleanse your body from the filth that has begun to permeate it. It will be recorded and archived for any naysayers who will doubt your cleanliness going forward.

He nodded, not understanding what they were saying. Not caring what anything meant. After all, as a God, nothing could kill him anyway. His wide and clear eyes followed the followers preparing the ceremony from his position in the entrance. Warm water and soap, an empty bag attached to a long tube ending in a nozzle, and a large bucket. The final thing brought out was a small and thick cylinder. He was disrobed and led to a kneeling position. He heard the bag filling and his hands were secured to objects too heavy for even him to move. A follower moved behind him and began rubbing a cold gooey substance along his bare ass and spread the small pert cheeks to rub along his entrance.

What…? The cold end of the nozzle was pushed into him and a small hitch in his throat happened.

“Let the ceremony begin.” Marked the beginning of one of Kanata’s most haunting memories to date.

Cold fluid cruelly began flowing in, first through his anal canal, then his intestines, and finally coming to a stop at his stomach. At first it was a pressure in his stomach, but soon it was a painful sensation, spreading through his abdomen. All of his muscles cramped, attempting to push the invading substance back out, but the flow did not slow, the filling continued.

Kanata felt a whimper escape his throat. What was happening? Why were they doing this? It hurt, it hurt, it hurt—

His arms tried trashing of his own accord, only causing another whimper to rise. His now bloated belly had sloshed before cramping harder than before. Weird noises began to emanate from the unhappy organ, imploring him to release the liquid from his body along with any waste he contained.

“Not yet, Kani-sama! You must take all of the liquid in!” The follower proclaimed.

His head strained to see what he was talking about and widened considerably. All of that water?!

A huge tub filled with a clear solution lay behind him, the tube in his ass ending there.

He whined louder and bit his lip. His stomach was now growing outward, left no choice by the enormous amount of liquid it was being stuffed with. He looked 4 months pregnant and his stomach was loudly protesting, gurgling angrily loud enough for the whole room to hear.

He dry heaved, his body now trying to expel the liquid upwards and was quickly gagged. “No, you must keep it in.” Another follower spoke, ensuring it was fastened tightly.

A whimper broke through and just when he felt he would burst, he felt another surge of fluid be added, his stomach continuously growing.

Sweat dripped down his nape, breathing labored and pained. More fluid continued to drip down, causing his bloated stomach to roar louder and expand further. Being in this position was torture, with his stomach just expanding further out and weighing his back down. After what felt like hours, the fluid finally stopped. Kanata had given up struggling in exchange for gasping for air.

“Are you ready? We will remove the tube now.”

Kanata glanced down at his stomach. It was massive, easily appearing 9 months pregnant, and slightly squished against the floor. His knees and back ached, but nothing compared to the cramps and pain from his stomach.

Another loud growl roared from his midsection and he winced, feeling a cramp tear up his side. The tube was removed, and immediately some fluid followed. Knowing relief was coming, he waited. Just before more could follow however, something else was shoved in.

His eyes widened and he whined again.

“You must hold this for 30 minutes. It will prove all is washed out.” A follow spoke, whether to him or not, the small teen could not tell.

The minutes passed by excruciatingly. He was not unchained, forbidden from moving, and trapped with a stomach hurting like he’d never felt before. One of the followers watch him at all times, never failing to hold the strange device they referred to as a record keeper.

Finally, just as tears pricked his eyes and dry sobs set in, someone moved behind him to release his anal canal.

The plug was pulled out slowly before popping all the way out. Immediately a small gush of liquid shot out, a pause, and then Kanata felt the remainder of the water basically propel out.

Then for the next 10 minutes, rancid air permeated the room, feces and the water solution flying out. The floor had a drain for the brown murky liquid to flow down, but some splattered on walls, followers, and the young God himself. Eventually it pettered to a stop, and Kanata laid there, gasping, stomach still cramping, knees and back aching.

“Here we proclaim our God officially cleansed and renewed! All who come to doubt his cleanliness from this moment will procure death!” Proclaimed a follower, however Kanata couldn’t hear anything over the buzzing within his own ears.

Closing his eyes, he fell asleep, not caring what further transpired.

Shooting his eyes open, Kanata gasped. So he had dreamed of ‘then’. That had not been a happy moment for him. To think he really thought that was how God’s were treated.

“Madara…” Kanata whined, wiggling about.

“Hmm…?” The sleepy reply came, the larger man still wrapped about his frame.

“I want… to go “forward.” His own eyes glowed with intention and suddenly Madara looked interested, grinning.

“Oh? Kanata wants to get between the sheets with me?”

“Yes!” The blue haired man agreed, hugging the other.

“Well! I sure don’t mind-“ Any more words were cut off by Kanata’s resulting kiss. Madara could talk later.

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Kinktober Day 1! Ensemble Stars!!

Chp 1 - Pegging, Latex/Leather

Wataru stared proudly at her girlfriend, her well defined waist adorned by a black corset and thigh high leather boots. Her large breasts almost tumbled from the top of the outfit and her pupils blew wide with lust and very little worry for the usually sickly girl below her. Eichi glared half heartedly, a blush staining her pale cheeks crimson, sweat flattening her blond strands to her forehead and small lips trapped between white teeth.

“If you want Eichi all you need to do is beg…” The taller girl grinned, sitting back and admiring her handiwork. Hickeys coated the pale girl's legs and hips, stark on her otherwise flawless skin. The sight made a heat pool in Wataru’s core, but she held back. It would all be worth it when her dignified and prideful partner broke and cried. Beautiful clear blue eyes filled with tears and biting her lip as she broke… Yes, the blue haired girl could wait for that.

Leaning down once more she took a nipple into her mouth, the well endowed girl before her crying out. She was always so sensitive, it was adorable. Suckling on the red nub, another hand crept up and twisted the other, harder than usual. Eichi let out a moan at the feeling. The mix of pleasure and pain drowning the rich girl. She wanted nothing more than to get railed right now, but had yet reached the point of begging.

“My, you’re holding out quite well my love. Shall you get a treat?” The blue haired clown grinned up, moving away from the large breasts.

“O-oh? What might that be?” Eichi challenged back, her breathy voice and heavy breathing bellying her confident tone.

“Your favorite of course.” Wataru smirked, standing and reaching into their closet. Out came a long piece of leather perfectly matching her dominatrix-esque outfit. Eichi’s eyes widened but they both knew it was more excitement than fear. No one liked this play more than the petite blond.

Wataru sauntered back over, knowing her girlfriend enjoyed the show and just how good she looked in this outfit.

“Girls who refuse to beg get punished, you know.” The line sent shivers down Eichi’s back and a pang of horniness through her. Turning as she was supposed to, ass up and back arched rather naughtily she smirked.

“Do your best Wataru.” She huffed back. They both knew that while Eichi loved the show and theatrics, Wataru got off on the breaking down of Eichi. The chasing of the prey was by far the best part for the more dominant girl.

A whip came suddenly and hard. A cry ripped from Eichi but nothing more. 2 more followed in quick succession, both across her ass and Wataru took pleasure in the trembles in her thighs. It must have been incredibly hard not to break and simply beg. The thought only made Wataru want to whip her harder.

“AH!” The loud moan resulted in the blond ducking her head down, raising her ass further in the air. Her breasts squished against the mattress and made quite the show for Wataru who growled in response.

“My, you look so needy, Eichi. Ass in the air,” The whip trailed along her ass, lightly prodding her asshole, up further along her thin back. Tracing the thin bumps in her small back and then up to her sensitive neck that could be crushed by the other in a few moments. “Boobs for show, arched back. Just like a slut.”

“Hn…” A whine escaped the blond who lightly wiggled her ass. Ah, so she was finally beginning to enter subspace…

Another crack of the whip across her back, black leather meeting pale white skin. A red mark was left behind and Eichi screamed, not expecting it after all the gentle touches.

“Wataru!”

“Mistress to you!” Wataru called back, eyes drunk on the power and another slap following.

“Mistress! Please!”

“Please what, slut.” Wataru challenged back, 3 more quick strikes across her ass. Like watching a string pull taught and broken, the response was instant.

“Please Mistress! Use this s-slut with your big cock! She wants it inside her so badly! Please destroy her with your big cock!” Small sobs followed, shivers wracking the blonds small body.

Grinning, Wataru put the whip down. It seemed she would finally get what she wanted so badly soon. Both her hands grabbed the blonds huge globes of her ass, massaging them gently. No regard was paid to the previously whipped areas, causing the blond to scream and moan, more choked sobs coming out. “Fine, this gracious mistress will grant your wish. Turn, my little kitten. Present for your mistress.”

Eichi’s body turned, arms grabbing her slim thighs and pulling them up to her full chest, presenting her dripping sex for Wataru to examine. Presenting just like the good sub she was. The taller girl's eyes almost appeared black, the iris completely eclipsed by her own arousal. The normally blue eyes beauty before her no better, whining and dripping with want. Completely in subspace, she didn't even say anything else, only whimpering and waiting for her next order.

“Good job kitten.” Wataru reached over and flicked her sensitive clit, taking pleasure in the resulting flinch and high pitched squeak. Adorable. She wanted to eat her up and leave nothing left.

Turning, she picked up the dildo they left by the side table and held it up for Eichi to see. It was a double sided monster with a strap to secure it to Wataru. 7 inches on both sides and enough to satisfy them both. Grinning, she reached down, lubing her side up before sinking it into herself.

“Ah!” A moan escaped herself, pleasure reaching within her core after not being touched for so long. There was something so satisfying to her about withholding pleasure from herself until the last second.

With the dildo secured, she strapped it along her full hips and finally leaned over the blond.

“Are you ready? Do you want your mistress to fuck you until you can’t move?”

“Yes! Please! Fuck this d-dirty slut!” The words were mildly slurred but just as desperate. Wataru kissed her, surprisingly chaste for the dirty activity they were doing before lining up the other side of the dildo and pushing into the warm heat below her.

“Ah! Yes! Please, so good sho good!” Eichi’s finger dug into Wataru’s back, leaving trails of angry nails wherever the corset didn’t cover.

Grunting, the dominant girl pushed the rest of the way in, breathing through her own pleasure. Then, it was a frenzy of movement and heat, both clumsily pushing and pulling to get more of the pleasure they craved so badly. Sweat coated both of their backs and Eichi moaned loud enough that surely the whole neighborhood could hear. Grabbing a chunk of the blonds hair and pulling, knowing the petite girl would love it, she reveled in the resulting moan. The crescendo of her screams told the blue haired girl that her orgasm was approaching. Moving in between them, she began rubbing her clit, speeding it up. Her cries got impossibly louder and the blond hurtled over the edge, crying so loudly and spasming so hard, Wataru was positive she saw stars.

Slowing her movements after the girl started coming down, she pulled out.

“Surely you know better than to leave your mistress waiting, kitten. I haven't come yet.” She pulled out the soaked dildo, moaning as she did.

“L-let me…” Eichi staggered onto her hands and knees, still shaking from the force of her orgasm.

Moving to her knees as well, the blue haired girl pushed Eichi back down.

“Lay. Your mistress knows what she wants.” Smiling as the sub did as commanded, she moved over her face. “Lick.”

With that one word, the blond started happily licking her hole and clit, eager to please and do as commanded. Wataru moaned, enjoying the feeling of being eaten out. One of her own hands raised up and began playing with her breast, the other buried within the blonds hair, tightly gripping it. It wasn’t long after this began that she felt her own orgasm approaching, the eager tongue below her making quick work of her own orgasm. Feeling it approaching, her hips began rocking earnestly, moans increasing in volume as Eichi seemed to double her own efforts, eager to please and serve. Not long after this, Wataru went still orgasm wracking through her own body. Obediently, Eichi slurped up any leaking fluids before waiting for her mistress to move.

“Good girl. Time for you to rest. Let your mistress clean you up.” Wataru smiled knowing Eichi wouldn’t be lucid for quite some time. She stood up, thighs still slightly shaking, and turned the blond onto her side.

“You can sleep for now. I’ll wake you when it’s time to shower.” Eichi nodded again, her eyes slowly fluttering shut, the last thing she saw being her girlfriend's smiling face.

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New Part-Timer

Akk was doing another opening shift at the coffee shop when he first met Ayan. Being the owner and sole worker there, he desperately needed the help. Keeping a part timer was difficult when you were as strict as him, he found out.

Thinking back now, the other was being very obvious with his feelings and words, Akk was just blind to it. Ayan walked in, 15 minutes before opening and right on time for his first shift. He was the new trainee who Akk was training on opening. The shorter male wore his bangs swept back, uniform loose and rumpled slightly. A small gold hoop hung from one ear and a large smile graced his features.

“Hey! Are you the manager?” The casual greeting surprised Akk

“Yes. Please be more formal.” He gently corrected it. “My name is Akk, but you can refer to me as manager.” While the man is sure he comes off as cold, he doesn’t want any boundaries to be crossed,especially this early.

“Okay! My name is Ayan, Aye is fine though.” The reply was oddly smooth and Akk turns away, not willing to further ponder the situation.

“Then, I’ll begin explaining things before we open, Ayan. You’ll be mostly a cashier today while you get up to speed.”

Ayan pouted lightly at blatantly being called Ayan, but said nothing and complied. He had just started here after all, and the manager was pretty cute, cold personality and all. Hopefully, he'll warm up and call him Aye soon enough. Even if they didn’t get far in anything he’d like to at least The morning was busy, per usual of a monday morning, but it wasn’t Ayan’s first time working in a place like this either, so it was fine with him. By noon, it had cleared out considerably and Ayan leaned against the countertop, scanning the room to see how many were left. Satisfied with the meager 4 customers still sitting and occupied he turned back to Akk.

For Akk’s part, he was always busy, never once looking up from his task, except to give instructions. This one was diligent for sure. Was he straight though? Any flirting he had said so far seemed to go right over his head.

“So… Got a girlfriend?” He figured this was better than feeling out a straight person for the next 4 hours.

“I do not believe that is appropriate.” The response appeared professional, but Ayan could tell the manager was definitely flustered. Private man, then.

“Oh? I was just curious about my manager. It seems like we’re the only two who work here, so I don’t wanna work here 4 times a week and never learn anything. Besides, it’s getting pretty slow here.” The shorter male counted off several reasons to support his idea, while he really just wanted to know if he had a shot, or not. Akk didn’t need to know that.

“If you must know, no.” The response was on the quieter side, suggesting he truly did not want to talk about it. Embarrassed maybe? Ayan hummed in response. He supposed being single in their culture was frowned upon. Especially since he had his own business and everything.

“Hmm… Me neither, but I’m gay, so that checks out. But why are you too busy for a girl?” Even though it sounded smooth and calm, that sentence was more so practiced and charged. No point in hiding it, however. If he was gonna hit on the guy, he’d know anyway.

“Oh. I… don’t really care. And no, not that either. Girls don’t like my personality too much…” The manager responded slower.

“Cool. Part of the reason I quit my last job. Way too much harassment for my sexuality.” Another heart thudding but practiced sentence from Ayan, and the manager hummed but said no more. Waiting in silence, Ayan internally winced. Might have gone too hard on that one.

“I’m not going to fire you for it. Like I said, I don’t care. Also, you’re the only part timer I have anyway.” The response sounded calculated, and Ayan smiled. He had been thinking about what he was gonna say.

“Aw, manager, how sweet.” He smiled and Akk, glanced over coldly, although his demeanor seemed partially forced now.

“Get back to work. Go wipe the espresso machine.” And wandered to the back mumbling something about inventory. Humming away, Ayan got to cleaning.

That day ended without much more fuss and when the clock hit 4 pm, Ayan clocked out and left. Akk stayed behind, tying up some other loose ends before heading out himself at 5. The new recruit worked pretty well, but his uniform was sloppier than he’d like. He’d correct him on that tomorrow. Customer service was satisfactory, conversation seemed to flow better than any other part-timer he had, and didn’t seem in a hurry to quit.

“Firing people just because they're gay, stupid.” He muttered while gathering the rest of his paperwork to mull over at home. What does sexuality have to do with work anyway? Wait, why did he care anyway? Ayan’s past employment wasn’t his problem. Shouldering his bag, he went home.

The next day, Ayan arrived at the same time and jumped in where he was already instructed. Conversation flowed once again and Akk could not remember work going this fast. By the time Ayan’s shift was ending, he felt a little sad. Perhaps he was lonely after working alone all these years.

“Hey boss, can I call you that?” Ayan suddenly spoke and Akk nodded.

“Yes. What is it?”

“Why am I the only part timer? I mean it’s pretty busy, pays well, and you could probably use a few more hands.” The question was innocent but Akk internally winced.

“Reasons…” He tried being vague.

“Like? You aren’t a murderer or something right?”

Akk turned, shocked at the question, then saw a smirk on the other person's face. Great, he was messed with. “No… They just say I give too much work and have a terrible personality. Happy?” He finally huffed out. Unlike Ayan there, he had the sociability of a rock and the bendability of a wooden ruler.

“What? But it’s work! Like I think you’re just doing boss things.” The other seemed totally surprised. “Besides! It’s a busy place. Of course we’re busy.” The response was quite a shock to Akk and he hoped the little spark of happiness he got didn’t show. Ayan may change his mind at any moment, he reminded himself.

“Well, it is what it is. Get back to work. Yell if it gets really busy, I’m gonna do inventory.” He wandered back toward where extra stock was kept and heard the affirmative reply as he left. ‘Don’t get your hopes up.’ He reminded himself. ‘He said he was gay not desperate.’

During the remainder of the shift, the mood stayed relatively good between the two of them, even during really busy times. Due to the larger volume of customers though, not much conversation happened. They did touch multiple times, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. In fact, Akk felt it was slightly comforting even.

The thought surprised him and the male grimaced lightly. He really must be lonelier than he thought. Thankfully, it was busy up until it was time to close, and Ayan left without seeming to notice Akk’s plight.

“Get it together. You need to stay professional. If he quits, you are screwed.” He reminded himself, deciding to walk home today. The cool air might clear his head.

Unfortunately for Akk, it would only last that evening. Ayan did not quit, Akk could not shake off his slow attraction to Ayan, and before he knew it months had passed and it almost felt like Ayan was hitting on him daily. Honestly, it was driving the male crazy and the serious male was unsure of what to do about it. He wouldn’t fire an amazing worker because he couldn’t get himself together, but also the taller one did not want to harbor weird feelings towards the other for forever.

Distracted by his own thoughts, the owner failed to realize said worker occupying his thoughts was approaching with an uncovered and hot coffee.

Turning, he knocked the employee and drink straight to the grown, the contents splashing all over. “Ah!”

Panicking, he hurriedly grabbed a cold rag.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” His eyes bellied his own disappointment and the owner carefully wiped the areas where he clearly had the liquid spilled onto him.

“Nah, it’s chill. I should’ve put a lid on it, haha.” He tried to brush it off, but Akk knew he was really preoccupied and would’ve still knocked the over, even if the drink was covered.

“After work… Can I talk to you?”

“Huh? You aren’t gonna fire me, are you?!” The shorter male seemed to panic and Akk shook his head.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You are one of the best part timer’s I’ve ever had.” He reassured the other. “But I do have something to tell you.”

“Ok… But I really don’t wanna quit either, if you are gonna ask me to.”

“You really have had tons of horrible bosses, huh?”

“Comes with the territory.” Ayan shrugged, and stood up.

“Alright, I’m gonna dry off my pants some. I’m not burned anywhere too badly, but I don’t wanna stay moist the whole shift. I still have…” He glanced at the clock. “4 hours after all.”

“Yeah, and let me know if you need a break before continuing.” Akk went to mop up the mess on the floor, still cursing his own inattentiveness.

The day ended without further incident, but Akk could tell Ayan was at least slightly worried. Probably still hung up about being fired or something.

‘Man his past employers must have been real jerks.’ The thought came unbidden and Akk wanted to dunk his head into the freezer. Just to cool it off.

“I’m gonna lock the doors!” Ayan called and Akk nodded, absentmindedly. He must’ve been spacing out for a while, however, because the other had enough time to lock the doors, flip the closing sign, and even change before appearing in front of him.

“So? What did you need?” His head tilted to the side and Akk cursed himself for finding it cute.

“I… I think I have feelings for you. I understand if you do not wish to continue here. It’s a very inappropriate crush to harbor and–.”

“Stop, woah, woah, woah! Whatever gave you the idea that would make me quit? I’ve thought you were cute since day 1! I asked if you had a girlfriend to see if you were straight! I’ve been flirting with you since I started! I thought you were gonna fire me just for that .” The rush of words shocked Akk and then he realized he was a grand idiot.

“I… pardon?”

“You heard me. Hey, can I kiss you?”

Akk nodded dumbly and Ayan easily closed the gap between them. The resulting kiss was chaste, soft and pure. Ayan’s hand gently touches Akk’s cheek and the tall man leans in, enjoying the contact.

Pulling back, Ayan smiles. “That was great. Also, next time you jump to conclusions that are really self-deprecating, I’m gonna just kiss you ok?” Pulling out his phone, he hands it to Akk.

“Here, put my number into your phone, then we can set up a full first date, ok? He smiles at the other and AKk nods still absently.

That was honestly his first ever kiss and every part of it felt amazing and better than he had ever expected it to be. Armed with his employee’s number and plans for a first day, he goes home with a pep in his step today and a small smile.

In hindsight, it really was stupid of him to miss all the obvious signs, but at least he worked up the courage to solve the situation, even if it wasn’t what he thought would happen.

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up the hill, together 

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falling for the princess / chasing frogs 

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the irony pains me

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falling for the princess / chasing frogs