#he got a double digit forehead yall

[pillow-fight1]

the true egg man

Is there a story behind bald satoru

Yes, it started back in January 2021 when I tried to draw his short colorless hair for the first time and suddenly realised that this process is a

PURE UNFILTERED TORTURE FOR MY MIND AND MY SOUL

so since then baldjo was occupying my dreams

He's an ideal and superior version on that horrible creature with hair that I struggle to draw

Geto would never leave if THIS man was at his side

Truly the strongest 😌

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Heated ~

Warnings: Hybrid!au, bunny!fem!reader x wolf!dom!Bangchan x kitty!dom!Minho, threesome, consensual sex (YALL BE SAFE), penetrative sex (AGAIN, BE SAFE), reader goes into heat idfk?, jealousy (like a lot), nicknames (bunny, slut), sliiight dacryphilia, blowjobs, fingering, cum eating, creampie. 

Word Count: 2,556 words (YO CHILL)

Requested: YE thank u anon *tips fedora* 

Note: YALL this is the first time ive EVER written something like this and tbh i didn’t even know wtf hybrids did so i did my research lmao and if this sounds hella uneducated it’s because i am.... i studied biology in school but... not this 😳

Also I CANT FIND ANY GOOD GIFS OF THEM TOGETHER

A bunny, a wolf and a cat in the same space was anything but calm. You knew because that’s how you lived. 

“Y/n! We’re leaving” exclaimed Bangchan from the hallway. They had some sort of meeting to attend which they told you about at dinner yesterday. You ran to the hallway in order to say farewell to your two loving boyfriends, that small tail of yours wiggling in the air. 

Being much smaller than they were you jumped a tiny bit to reach their lips, kissing them goodbye. 

“Be safe!” you yelled out the door as you saw their figures disappear.

“We will!” they yelled back in unison before the three of you giggled. 

You were hit by the cold breeze from outside as you closed the heavy front door. Already missing them you sat down on the grey couch, throwing a blanket over yourself and putting on some TV show. 

Hours later you heard a distinct chatter getting closer. It was Bangchan and Minho! The door handle of the front door rustled and your ears jerked to the location from where the sound was coming from. The two boys walked into the shared apartment giggling and chatting but something wasn’t right. Your scent never deceived you and in that moment you could have sweared that the smell of another female hybrid was lurking around them. You walked up to them and hugged both the boys, not wanting to make a scene just as they entered. Minho patted you on the head and ears and as you stood closer to the duo there was no doubt in your mind that they had been around another female in her heat since the pheromones change during that time. 

“Had fun?” you asked them while they took of their shoes. 

“It was alright” Minho said plainly. You were confused by the lack of emotions on his face. He walked straight by you, tail just as emotionless as his face. Bangchan pecked your forehead as your eyes were still glued to Minhos figure. 

“What’s with him?” you asked the bigger boy.

“I..I don’t know y/n”. His voice sounded unsure and that only added to your suspicion. The smell of a female hybrid was still hitting your nose and so without thinking you blurted out to Bangchan;

“Were you near other girls?”

He was caught off guard by your brash question. His shaking pupils and flattened ears gave you an answer which made your blood boil.

“I can smell it on you Bangchan, don’t lie” you said with a stern voice while you looked up intensely at the boy. 

He was frozen in place and couldn’t form a sentence before you slammed him towards the wall. Maybe slammed is a overexaggeration, more like pushed because he was double your size.  

“Ok y/n! We might have...hugged a female and then realized she was going through her heat but we didn’t mean it!” he blurted out, scared of the fact that your ears were now tight against your head. 

Now you understood why Minho had run off in such a hurry. When another female was in her heat it could trigger other hybrids as well and you felt the effects right away. Not only were you aggravated but helplessly rubbing your thighs together. 

You stepped aside letting Bangchan go to which he did the same thing as Minho and hurried out of your sight. You stood there dumbfounded and horny. They had caused a problem and now they were going to have to fix it. Stomping, you made your way to the room from where you heard anxious chatter which was the bedroom. 

“BANGCHAN AND MINHO!” you flung the bedroom door open and the chatter died down. You were met with two pairs of freightened eyes staring at you from the bedroom floor. 

“Uhm...y-y/n... are you sure that you aren’t going through your heat right now?” Minho said hesitantly not wanting to annoy you even more. 

You bolted to the cat-like boy and with a handful of this t-shirt you threw him against the wall, nearly knocking down a picture frame. Yet again, ‘threw’ being an overexaggeration but what wasn’t an overexaggeration was your temper. 

Minho’s breath hitched as his back hit the wall Bangchan was still glued to the floor, not moving in fear of pissing you off even more. You looked Minho dead into the eyes but you were immedietly flustered as he smirked, responding to your eye contact with his slightly yellow cat eyes. The smirk turned into a insulting laughter as he licked his lips. His shadow was cast on you which made you appear small in comparison. The catboy approached you slowly, his fluffy tail standing up and wagging from side to side. Your ears got low as you backed away from him, still looking into his yellow marbled eyes. Bangchan’s gaze moved along your movements and stopped when you were blocked by the bed and couldn’t move away any longer. You sat down on the bed making you even smaller as Minho towered over you. His soft tail brushed against your arm sending a shiver down your spine. His ears twitched once before he bent down, feeling his warm breath against your cheek as he looked you into those innocent bunny eyes.

“Good bunnies don’t act like that, isn’t that right Bangchan?” 

Your eyes shifted towards the wolf-like boy that had now stood up and was getting closer to you. You clenched your thighs together as you felt bare under Minhos intense gaze.

“Look at our little bunny, feeling desperate?” Bangchan cooed as he spread your legs with his foot, leaning towards you just like Minho. 

“It’s n-not fair!” you proclaimed, leaning back on your hands against the bed and gripping the bedsheets, squeezing the fabric tightly.

“What’s not fair? It’s not our fault our little bunny is such a slut and heats so easily” he purred towards you. He wasn’t wrong.

Bangchan sat down beside you, feeling the weight of the bed shift. He snaked his big hands up your thigh eventually reaching your sopping cunt. You grinded against his hand and tried to gain some sort of friction between his warm hand and your clothed pussy. Minho grinned before he crashed his lips onto yours and once again his smugness shoked you. The kiss was wet and sloppy in contrast to his teeth that were sharp. You moaned in the kiss as Bangchan had slipped his hand underneath your panties and was now feeling your wet folds.

“We’ve barely done anything bunny” he growled against your ear as his canines poked out of his mouth. You shuddered, not only from Bangchans voice but how his two digits entered into your aching cunt at the same time Minho was swirling his tongue around yours. 

Bangchan took off his clothes and then yours while the kiss advanced. Minho tilted his head and cupped your face into his hands as he rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks. You broke the kiss to catch a breath of air but before you knew it Bangchan layed you down on the bed, hovering above your naked figure. In the corner of your eye you saw Minho slowly undressing, his hardening member springing out of his underwear. 

Bangchan attached his plump lips on yours that were slightly swollen from the intense kiss earlier. His hands roamed free on your body and kneaded your breasts firmly. The small whimpers that came out of your mouth only teased Bangchan more, now sucking purple marks onto your neck and boobs. Eventually he reached down to your throbbing cunt, kissing it a couple times before flattening his tongue against your folds. Moaning, you grabbed a fistful of his thick hair, pressing his face nearer. His tongue worked like magic as it twirled around your enlarged clit, feeling his sharp teeth from time to time when he softly nibbled on it. His tongue jabbed at you needy hole, making wet sounds everytime he did that. The pleasure was immense which was seen by the way your legs shaked. Bangchan saw the pained expression on your face as you were struggeling to part your legs and decided to give you a helping hand by pinning you things down to the bed, slowly tracing his fingers up and down them. Just as you arched your back Minho appeared and tapped Bangchan on the shoulder as a sign to move away. Bangchan nodded and sat further down the bed, pumping his raging erection as his eyes watched how Minho’s face got closer to yours. Those vertical slits in Minho’s eyes never failed to make you scared. His soft fingertips traced downwards as he stared at you and as his fingers reached your cunt that was sucked dry moments earlier he inserted two fingers without any precautions making your ears lurch up. 

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him with a pleasurable expression on your face but he just smirked that teasing smirk yet again. His fingers pumped in and out of you at the same pace that Bangchan was pumping himself. His tip was coated with a drop of precum and his girth made your mouth water. When Minho’s fingers started reaching your g-spot you tightly shut your eyes as moans spilled out of you like liquid. He kissed you on your forehead before pulling out his fingers, leaving you empty. You groaned at the loss of contact but was quickly filled up again when Bangchan alined his member with your hole before sliding into you with ease. His tail brushed again your leg as he started pounding into you, not giving you any time to adjust. Minho couldn’t just sit there and jerk off, he needed to get into the action as well and so he yanked you by the hair, almost gripping your ears and rested his dick on your swollen lips. You looked up towards his cat-like face and hesitated because Bangchans was already sending you into overdrive. Minho saw the hesitation in your eyes before scoffing and saying;

“you wanted this slut” 

He was right. You mouth was longing for his length. All hesitation washed away as you started sucking him off. First licking the tip before sinking down on his shaft, feeling him twitch inside your wet mouth. You were trying your best, bobbing your head up and down with speed but as Bangchan thursted into you harder and harder you couldn’t help but to occasionally let out a broken moan against Minho’s hard dick. This pissed him off. He pulled your hair, moving your face closer to abdomen as you choked on his dick.

“Suck it properly” he hummed before letting you go harshly. You coughed and moaned at the same time, all kind of sounds dribbling between your red lips. 

Bangchan was close and you knew by the way his thrusts were getting more aggressive but just as a scream of pleasure was on it’s way out of you he pulled out. White ropes of cum covered your stomach and hipbone as Bangchan milked himself out of every drop, groaning and biting his lip while doing so. Minho pulled you up by your arm and harsly flipped you around on all fours. Now it was his time to have fun. His rock hard member entered your fuck out hole making you grip the sheets firmly, knuckles turning white. Even if he was smaller than Bangchan his dick sure wasn’t as it filled you up to the brim, the sensation of being stuffed coaxing a few whines from you. Minho held you by your hips and thrusted into you at an animalistic speed, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. Your moans sharpened Bangchan’s ears and before he knew it his limp dick was hard yet again. Your head hanged down as you tightly shut your eyes, trying not to scream whilst gripping the sheets but you felt Bangchan’s hand cup your chin, lifting it up to face him. Looking up you saw his broad figure, his member right infront of your face. The look in his eyes was endearing, being a wolf hybrid he is often misinterpreted for being evil but you knew the love he had for both you and Minho. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand before sliding two fingers across your lips. Without command you started sucking on them, earning a smirk from the wolf-like boy. Upon removing them a loud pop was heard and he instead replace them with his dick. Minho’s thrusts made you jerk forward, Bangchan’s dick hitting the back of your throat and accidentally choking you. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes but you kept looking at Bangchan through those tear stained eyes because his eyes were filled with love, reassuring you. The difference in pace and attitude almost broke you. Minho’s dick twitched inside of your cunt, his member fitting perfectly between your velvety walls while Bangchan was taking his time, gently moaning and looking at you, stroking your ears backwards as he admired how pretty you looked with his dick stuffed in your mouth with drool spilling from the corners of those petal-like lips. 

Minho was going even faster, your boobs bounced with his movements and made you choke even more on Bangchan’s dick. He glared at Minho with narrowed eyes, angry that he made you uncomfortable and such a mess beneath him.  Minho being the smug cat that he is didn’t care. He wanted to see you even more wrecked and so his last couple of thrusts were hard, pounding into you almost like a piston. Minho was getting more vocal, letting out groans and breathy moans. As you looked at Bangchan with a fucked out expression with his dick in your mouth Minho came inside of you. The white liquid coated your insides and make a squelching sound as Minho rode out his orgasm with small nudges into your pussy. Minho’s length was pulled out of you, his cum leaking in drops down your thighs. Bangchan’s head rolled back as his girthy dick twitched in your mouth once before his cum spewed down your throat. His canines poked out once again signaling pleasure as he patted you on the head. With a loving expression you looked him straight in those narrow eyes and swallowed, your adams apple bobbing from the action. He smiled down at you and pulled you up for a kiss as Minho’s cum was still dripping down your leg.

Bangchan pulled away from the kiss and layed down on the bed panting. Minho stepped inside the bedroom with a towel in his hand which he threw at you. 

“You did well” he said shallowly before he muttered something under his breath. “Didn’t deserve it”.

Bangchan frowned towards the boy. “y/n always deserves it, shes our bunny after all” he said while wiping you down as you giggled when the touched your sensitive parts.

“Yeah but if you try to dominate me once more you won’t be able to walk” Minho said as he layed down onto the bed, pulling you closer to his slightly sweaty body. 

“I-.. I won’t” you murmured but the three of you knew it was a lie. 

[wildklaus]

Soaked

Summary: taking a bath with Klaus is rarely just taking a bath. 

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: smutty smut stuffs. light choking, reader’s a little dom. it’s literally 99.99% smut. whoops.

please do not read if you are not at least 18 years of age!

A/N: this is my very first TUA fic! hope yall enjoy. feedback is so appreciated! 

x

Settling into the clawfoot tub, you leaned your head back against Klaus’ chest and sighed, the hot water soothing your tight muscles. 

“This was such a good idea,” you groaned, shutting your eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a hot bath, and it was so much better than you expected.

Klaus grinned and wrapped his arms lovingly around your stomach. “I told you. Bubble baths are always a good idea, my dear.” 

You let out a content hum in agreement, your eyes trained on the bubbles surrounding yours and Klaus’ entwined legs and feet. When was the last time you got to play with bubbles? Probably when you were a kid. The thought makes you smile--Klaus always brought out the kid in you in the very best way. You felt freer when you were with him, like you didn’t have a care in the world, and you didn’t have to worry about what others thought of you. He made you feel more you. 

So focused on feeling the bubbles surrounding your skin, you let out a surprised squeak when Klaus suddenly rolled your nipples between his nimble fingers. 

“Whoops, didn’t mean to startle you,” Klaus said innocently, fingers still toying with your sensitive buds. 

You huffed, smiling. “What are you doing?” 

He placed a kiss to the sensitive spot on your neck, and your eyes shut at the welcome contact. “I don’t know what you mean.” His fingers moved from your nipples to grab your breasts, massaging and squeezing gently. You let out a quiet moan, and Klaus groans in response. “I love the sounds you make.” 

“I thought we were doing this to relax,” you said, craning your neck to quirk a brow at him.

He smiled mischievously. “We are. But this is like...double relaxation.”

Couldn’t really disagree with that. Reaching your hand around, you gripped the back of his neck and gently pulled him in for a steamy kiss. Your free hand took his and placed it right where you needed him most, and Klaus grinned against your lips. 

“Ooh, eager, are we?”

“For you? Always,” you answered honestly.

Klaus hummed happily against your neck and began rubbing slow circles against your clit, and you sagged against him, instant pleasure consuming you. The man was a damn sex god--somehow he always knew exactly where and how to touch you, always hitting juuust the right spot, playing your body like an instrument. Hell, he probably knew you better than yourself. And he was making you feel so good, but you needed more. 

"Finger me, please,” you groaned, desperation evident in your voice. 

“Y’know,” he whispered in your ear, “I think you might be the one person who’s whinier than me.” 

“Shutu--Ooh,” you gasped as two of his fingers slid easily into you. Your hands gripped the sides of the tub, face contorted with pleasure.

“God, Y/N, you’re always so tight,” he groaned, digits pumping in and out of you while his free arm reached across your chest to grab your breast, effectively caging you to him. You loved when he controlled you like this, held onto you with a vice-like grip. You were utterly and completely his. 

You could feel his hard length resting against your lower back, and your fingers itched with the need to touch him. Releasing your grip on the side of the tub, you reached behind you and took hold of him, pussy clenching at the guttural noise he made in response. 

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he breathed, hips involuntarily bucking up into your hand as you stroked him.

The water was lukewarm now and the bubbles had dissolved, but neither of you cared, the two of you getting each other off the only thing you could focus on. “Klaus, ‘m close,” you panted. 

Klaus didn’t let up, his long fingers curling inside you with every thrust, his other hand leaving your breast to continue to rub your clit. Seconds later you let go, shuddering against him with a cry of his name as he worked you through your high. 

Panting, you turned in the water to face him, hand on his throbbing cock. You flashed him your best puppy eyes. “Want you to finish inside me, Klaus.” 

Klaus threw his head back dramatically with a loud groan. “Do you really even have to ask? Come here.” 

You grinned, biting your lip as you straddled his lap. You knew this was about to get messy, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him inside you, now. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he put himself at your entrance, and you slowly sank down until you were completely full of him. He let out a needy grunt, his forehead falling to rest against yours. He always stretches you so damn good, every time feels like the very first time. 

Klaus squeezed your hips in encouragement, and you lifted them before sinking down again, your mouth falling open in ecstasy. The two of you found a rhythm quickly, and in moments the cold water was splashing over the edges, soaking the floor. Neither of you even noticed, enraptured in the feeling of one another. 

He grit his teeth and grunted, and you knew he was close. “Baby, who do you belong to?” you groaned in his ear, playfully biting his earlobe. 

“You,” he moaned desperately, fingers clutching your hips tight enough to leave bruises. 

You immediately placed your hand around his neck and squeezed, and it took everything in Klaus not to finish right then and there. “I’m sorry, what? I can’t hear you.” 

Klaus mumbled out a “Jesus Christ,” biting his lip to keep it together as you bounced on him unceremoniously. “You, Y/N, I’m yours!” 

You grinned and pressed a sloppy, scorching kiss to his lips. “Then finish.” 

Klaus obeyed seconds later, finishing inside you with a needy cry of your name. You rode him through it, only stopping after he collapsed into your arms. 

“I love you,” you mumbled quietly, kissing every inch of his skin that you can reach. 

He looked up at you with an expression of awe. Even after all this time, he couldn’t believe that someone like you could love someone like him. “I love you so much, Y/N.” 

You placed a loving kiss to his lips before grabbing his hands and helping him stand up with you. “C’mon, let’s get out before we’re prunes.” 

You wrapped a towel around him before wrapping one around yourself, and that’s when a loud knock sounded at the door. 

“Klaus? Y/N?” 

Diego.

You opened the door, and Diego’s shoulders dropped in annoyance at the sight before him. Klaus was behind you, finishing up wrapping a second towel around his head, and your cheeks were flushed. Oh yeah, and there was water everywhere. 

“You two are animals, you know that?” 

Klaus came up behind you and put his hand on your waist. “And what’s wrong with that, dear brother?”

Diego glared. “What’s wrong is that the kitchen is leaking all over the place from all the water you two spilled on the floors.” 

Your eyes widened while Klaus grinned proudly. “It happened that fast?” 

Diego shook his head, shrugging. “Old house.” Taking a step back, he eyed you two before pointing. “You two better come clean up the mess.” 

Klaus waved his brother off as he shut the door. “Yeah, yeah.” He turned to you, eyes twinkling. 

“So, round two?”

[fruitymimi]

Sweet Soldier.. - Levi x Reader x Erwin

levi and erwin take one of the soldiers from the survey corps into a back room... that’s all i have to say

warnings: please do not ignore these,  ropes (restraints on the ankles and wrists), dirty talk, degradation/name calling, they also call the reader soldier, biting, spitting, threesome, y/n got a train ran on them,  kinda hard doms? choking, dacryphilia - they like when reader cries

a/n: pretend levi aint 5′2 and erwin has 2 arms ok... nd this was gonna be double penetration until i looked at photos for reference... yall that shit scary... also, ik erwin and levi got AMAZING stroke game, can’t convince me otherwise

word count: 2073

“Now.. Care to explain to me why we have you here, Soldier?” Levi circled around the chair in the center of the room, stopping behind them. He watched Erwin tighten the bonds wrapped around their wrists, leaning against the table. 

No response. Erwin stood back to admire the view, humming in approval at the ropes tied around their ankles and wrists. From the corner of his eye, he could see Levi walking towards them, watching his hand go straight to their hair, yanking it back so they would look up at him.

“Didn’t I ask you a question, Soldier? When I ask a fucking question,” Levi paused, his tongue swiping over their bottom lip as he looked down at them, “I expect an immediate answer.” Levi said, looking over their unclothed body, “So I’ll ask one more time, explain to me why you’re in this position you’re in right now.”

They looked up at him, their eyes dark as they parted their lips. “Because I didn’t listen to either of you.” Levi pulled their hair harder, the feeling almost making their eyes roll back. They bit their lip, looking up at the two hovered above them. 

“And what else?” Erwin piped in, his hand coming to grip at their chin. 

They rolled their eyes, “I left the group and almost got hurt. Even though my idea was better than both of yours.” They mumbled.

Levi furrowed his brows, “Who are you getting smart with?” The captain hissed, “You better be lucky we’re allowing you to even be able to speak. We could stuff that pretty mouth of yours with a ball gag, have you speechless..” his voice was sharp, his glare even more aggressive. “Now apologize and address us properly. Then tell us why you’re here.”

“I’m sorry, Commander Erwin. I’m sorry, Captain Levi, it won’t happen again,” It was so painfully obvious that the two got off to the power dynamic, resulting in them both loving to be addressed as, ‘Commander’ or as, ‘Captain’, using the word Soldier to address Y/N as someone lower than them. “I left the group because I got too cocky, I thought I could do it by myself but I almost got myself hurt.”

Erwin smiled, releasing their chin from his grip. “Good, Soldier..” he whispered, leaning down close to their ear. “Now… Are you gonna take your punishment like a good pet? Wouldn’t want to give Levi this pretty flogger in my hands, you know he’ll make you feel how furious he is…” Erwin said, tracing their thighs with the cold handle of the flogger. “Gotta keep that mouth quiet, too. Wouldn’t want any of the others hearing you, hm? They’ll see how much of a slut you are.” Erwin mumbled, helping Levi move them over to the table. 

“Lean over the table,” Levi told them, “Poke your ass out, too. Erwin’s gonna count to ten, with each number, he’s gonna spank that pretty ass of yours and you’re going to count after every single one. If you mess up, we’re starting over from zero and I’m taking over. Got it?” Levi said to them, watching them do as he said.

Erwin ran his hand over their back, brushing over the hump of their ass to serve as a warning before he brought the flogger down, slapping it against their ass. They bit their lip, closing their eyes tightly. “One..” they say quietly, feeling him bring the flogger down two more times. “Two, three..”

“How are you feeling, sweetheart? Not too much for a brat like yourself, hm?” Levi asked them, bending over to gently place a kiss against their forehead.

They nodded, bracing themselves for Erwin’s third hit, wincing from the pain. “Three…”

Levi chuckled to himself, tilting his head as he looked at them. “That’s where you messed up, Soldier. You see, Erwin’s stronger than I am physically. Though I may be swifter, er, faster if you will, he holds more power in his hits, darling…” Levi smiled, watching them look up at him with wide eyes as Erwin smacked the flogger against their ass twice, each hit stinging their sensitive flesh. Levi bit down on his lip, raising his brows to fake a pitiful look. “Hm… Nothing to say…?”

“Four, five.” They whined, closing their eyes again once they saw Levi’s expression. 

Once they’d gotten to ten, Erwin had Y/N sit up, pressing himself against their backside. “You were such a good pet for us both, weren’t you, Y/N?” he traced his hands over their curves, his lips finding their neck, planting kisses against the skin.

Levi walked over to them, looking at Y/N. He bit down on his lip, pushing his two fingers against their lips. “Open your mouth.” he told them, watching them take his digits into their mouth. “Good, Soldier..” he whispered, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “You just can’t wait to get stuffed with our cocks, hm? Look at you… I can already tell you’re practically begging for it… right…” Levi’s other hand trailed down to their sex, running his fingers against the sensitive bits, “here…” he finished his sentence.

They instantly rocked into his fingers, the feeling of Levi’s hand and Erwin’s lips kissing and sucking on their neck was euphoric. “Feels good..” they mumbled. Erwin gripped at their hips, keeping them steady as he slowly moved his own against Y/N.

“Yeah? I can’t wait to fill that pretty little hole of yours… Have you crying out our names…” Erwin mumbled, licking over the mark he’d left on their neck, “Each time we do this, you look so fucking pretty when you cry… Like a little slut, loving the way our cocks stretch out that pretty hole of yours…” he chuckled against their skin, closing his eyes.

“Mm… Always look so pretty when you’re all cock-dumb, begging for us to fuck you harder.” Levi said, pushing his fingers further into their mouth, his hand still pressed against their sensitive area, stroking at their sex.

“First, though, we want you to drop to your knees and praise your Commander and Captain’s cocks..” Erwin said to them, letting their body go. 

They instantly did as he said, looking up at them. They moved their hands to their belt buckles, skillfully getting them both open in a few swift movements. They unbuttoned their pants, pulling both of their cocks out of their boxers. Their mouth just watered at the sight of the two men standing above them. 

Levi hummed, “Good, Soldier..” he mumbled, watching them brush their tongue against each of the heads, keeping their eyes trained upward to see their Commander and Captain’s face. 

Erwin bit down on his lip, letting out a sigh when he felt their lips finally wrap around the tip of his cock, pushing the length down their throat. They wrapped their hand around Levi, stroking their hand up and down his shaft. 

“Take that cock like the good pet you are, Y/N… your tongue feels so good wrapped around my dick..” he whispered, his tongue wetting his bottom lip. 

Levi hummed at the feeling, watching them turn their attention to him, taking his cock into their mouth. “You’re so good to us, you know… Taking your punishment like a good pet, then sucking down our cocks. Almost feel bad for punishing a filthy slut like you..” he whispered, hip moving forward. 

They whimpered around Levi when they felt his tip hit the back of their throat. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Erwin said, watching them take Levi’s cock, “Lips look so pretty wrapped around our cocks, baby..” he mumbled. 

They hummed at the praise, moving their mouth to Erwin, beginning to stroke Levi’s cock. They loved the feeling of the two taking turns fucking their throat. “Can’t wait to fuck into that pretty little hole of yours, hm? Gonna cum deep inside of you, Soldier.” Levi mumbled. 

“Let’s get them prepped and ready, yeah?” Erwin looked up at Levi, catching him nod. They helped Y/N up, leaning them over the desk once more.

Erwin spread them open, watching Levi get a bottle of lube from the table. Levi popped open the cap, pouring a bit onto his fingers. He handed the bottle to Erwin, pushing his fingers against their hole. 

Levi slid his fingers into them, slowly moving them in and out. Y/N let out a moan, laying their head down against the table. 

“Say thank you,” Erwin said, kissing down their back. 

“Thank you, Captain… Thank you for filling me up with your fingers.” They whined, closing their eyes, rocking their hips back into his fingers. 

Levi curled his fingers into them, biting down on his lip as he watched the digits disappear inside of them. “They’re taking my fingers so well,” he hummed, sliding his third finger into them, pressing against their sensitive spot. 

“They look so sexy laid out like this for us..” Erwin said, watching them grind against Levi’s fingers for more friction. Erwin bent back down, kissing their back once more, trailing kisses up to their shoulder. 

After a few more minutes of Levi prepping them and Erwin whispering praises, they were finally ready. Erwin leaned against the table, pulling Y/N into his chest, pressing their backside against him once more. He gripped at his own cock, the tip instantly finding their hole. Erwin pushed his hand against their back, putting them into a doggy position. 

Levi hummed, his hand finding their hair again. He tugged it, looking down at them. “Open your mouth..” he said, pushing himself into their mouth. He began moving his hips at a slow pace, using his hands to keep their face in place.

Erwin slid into them, his hand placed on their lower back. He sighed at the feeling, his eyes closing for a few seconds. Erwin began to thrust in and out of them, his other hand coming down to grip at the swell of their ass. “Such a good Soldier… All tight and sexy just for us…” Erwin mumbled, watching the way his cock slid in and out of their hole.

Levi bit down on his lip, “Stick out that tongue for me…” he mumbled, stopping his hips for just a moment, “Good..” he whispered. “Getting stuffed from both ends like a whore. How do you think people would react if they knew one of the best soldiers we’ve got on the survey corps was spread open for the higher ups’ cocks? Think they would believe you’re a dirty little slut, don’t you?”

Y/N nodded around him, tears brimming at their eyes as they let out whimpers in a poor attempt to keep themself quiet.

“Already fucked dumb, huh? Look at you. Can’t even keep yourself quiet… And look, Erwin. The dumb slut’s crying…” Levi pointed out, looking down at them. “You look so fucking hot when you cry, your lips wrapped around a cock and another one so deep inside that tight hole of yours..” he praised, his hips moving faster into them.

Erwin’s hips followed, thrusting harder into their hole. He gripped their hips, eyes still trained down at his cock, loving the sound of his skin slapping against his. “Fucked themselves stupid already,” he chuckled, feeling them clench and unclench around his cock. “Already gonna cum…?” he asked, snapping his hips into him.

“Be a good pet and cum..” Levi said, pulling their hair to make them look up at him as they sucked-- as he fucked into their mouth. “I’m gonna cum down your throat and I want you to take it all… I want you to swallow. Every. Single. Drop.” he told them, voice husky as he sped up his pace.

They felt amazing, two cocks fucking into them on both ends, curses leaving each of the two men’s mouths as Y/N came. It felt like a wall had broken inside of them, their orgasm washing over their body, legs immediately wobbling.

Erwin was the first to cum, his hips making two final thrusts before he came, throwing his head back with a moan. 

Levi came shortly after, hips stuttering as his pace slowed. He finished down their throat like he’d promised. “Swallow it all, our Sweet Soldier…” he whispered, pulling out of their mouth just to see them swallow his cum.

This definitely wasn’t the end of their very, very, long night.

[ofivorywings]

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Another character with a terribly long intro. I don’t know how I keep managing this holy shittt. But also some of yall noticed originally I had her as unknown species but I changed that bc I figured out her species and was like nawwww. She don’t know but whatevers. Anywho prepare for sadness and angst! *thumbs up*

Stella Nox was the first and only child of Vaan and Lara Nox. That had much to do with Lara’s death during the birth. Yet Vaan  refused to that influence his love for his daughter. Instead he decided to raise her with all the love he was capable of. Hoping that somehow even without Lara that would be enough. Their last name meant night. So, Lara had decided on the name Stella. Star. She was their starry night. A light in the darkness. Their little girl. 

Vaan struggled with raising Stella on his own, but he managed. At least until Stella started to be able to walk. Once her feet his the ground his baby girl was always wondering around and trying to find new things. She’d been five years old and chasing a butterfly when Stella, too invested in the butterfly, didn’t look where she was going. She ran straight into a young man. A special young man. The prince of the kingdom in which they lived. Avalon’s prince August.

He was the rebellious sort of prince. Also the type to have never even spoken to a child before. So when Stella skimmed her knee and began to cry, instead of looking for a parent or someone who knew her August brought her home to the palace. 

The king had been deceased for the last three years and the queen had ruled. The people loved her, many said she was a better leader then her husband. It was that which irked prince August. He hadn’t an idea how he’d live up to his father’s reign, and then his mother’s began and just how could he live up to that? He didn’t even know how to help a crying five year old. Or that, perhaps he shouldn’t of taken her without even asking her name or if her parents were near. 

Queen Cecilia was a smart woman. The best rule their kingdom had had in a very long time. She took one look at the little girl with a skimmed knee and big wet tears in her eyes and was able to calm her down. Stella’s father, Vaan, had been searching for everywhere he could in the meantime. He had been ready to start a rescue party and trek into dangerous lands when the royal carriage came along. Then there was Stella, holding their queens hand. While everyone bowed instead Vaan ran to his daughter’s side and pulled her into a tight hug. He kissed her forehead and didn’t let go out the small child said Daddy you’re squishing me. 

Vaan thanked their queen for bringing his child home. Then, Queen Cecilia remarked that her son had technically kidnapped her. Then there was tea. Somehow along the way Queen Cecilia’s visits became something of regularity. By the time Stella was seven her father and the queen were engaged.  She even got to be the flower girl. 

There was never intention of Vaan becoming the ruler of Avalon. In fact the suggestion alone was meant with laughter. He loved Cecilia, and thought there was no other who could be a better ruler. Stella was excited for August to become her brother, but the elder boy seemed annoyed with all she did. He was a teenager, almost a adult. No time for childish games. Still, Stella loved him. She loved Cecilia too, and being apart of a family. She loved moving into the castle and going through the gardens. She loved awakening to the birds singing in the morning and talking to the maids while they did their work, even learning how to do some of it on her own. She loved the stories knights would tell, and even wanted to learn how to use a sword. Her father had seemed a bit frightened at the prospect while Cecilia assured she’d teach her when she was older. Above all, however, Stella loved music. All sorts. 

Every time Stella tried to approach August he reminded her again and again they weren’t siblings. They weren’t blood. Yet still, there were moments when it felt like they were. Like when she asked about his adventures he told her every little detail. Smaller moments, when he simply passed by and ruffled her hair without thought. Then bigger ones, like when there was a fire and he had grabbed her so protectively and dragged her to safety.

August was her big brother. No matter what he said. By the time Stella was eight her father and Cecilia were expecting their first child together. August was less accepting of a new little sibling then she was. Yet, when he was finally born August had been the first to hold him after their parents. Then Stella herself (with supervision). Cecilia and Vaan were still undecided on a name by the time Stella’s own birthday came around.  

She was turning nine, one year away from being ten. Double digits! Her father had gotten her a necklace with the number on it at her own behest. Stella wanted all to know she was now 9. Even August had cracked and given into the one present she requested from him. She wanted him to take her to a play. The fight in itself only occurred when he revealed the single ticket. She’d be able to see it, but he wouldn't be with her. For the first since they met Stella was genuinely upset with him, to the point of tears. Her hopes had been up, she was going to be able to spend time with her brother. Once saying so, August was quick to intervene with four simple words. “I’m not your brother!” Then, Stella ran away. Inciting the words Leave me alone! 

Stella ran to the garden. Her favorite place to be, surrounded by flowers. She also liked to sing. So she did, a little lullaby that her father mentioned her mother having loved. After a while to calm down, Stella made her way back inside.

Things were not as she left them. Red stained the floors and walls, body after body dead on the ground. Stella shrieked. She dashed towards where she had seen her father and Cecilia last… only to find her father dead on the ground and Cecilia pinned to the wall with a sword through her chest. Before she could even try and shake them try and wake them up cause they couldn’t be dead– she was grabbed by a maid. The woman was called Krista and she always made the very best cake. She even offered to teach Stella how to cook before. Something that never happened. Krista informed her that the queen was dead. So was her father. But, she would get her out of there safely. She’d protect Stella, the little girl who wa so kind.. However she had to be quiet. 

They were with a handful of other maids, many Stella knew. So Stella tried to remain as quiet as she could, though the thoughts of August and her unnamed little brother were intrusive. She succeeded in remaining quiet. But it wasn’t enough. They were caught in the end. However…. Stella herself never was seen. Krista was stabbed through her back and collapsed upon the little girl. Stella hit her head on the floor, and in the chaos she was unable to stay afloat. She awoke covered in bodies. Other maids had followed suite with Krista’s actions, using their deaths to protect the little girl they cared for. Leaving their bodies atop of her in a pile of corpses. 

Stella was trapped under them for quite sometime. She’d barely been able to breath, and light hurt her eyes when it finally blared through. It was villagers, probably here to pillage the castle. A kindly old man, he helped her out. Then Stella ran. 

She was scared– so scared. She wanted to find August, she wanted to find their little brother. She kept on running and running until she crossed from their world into the human one. Straight into the street where a car hit her.

The little girl had already been disoriented from the trauma, hitting her head on the pavement made it easier for her mind to hide all the memories that hurt her so badly.  

Then she became a nameless little girl on the streets on New York. No identity, no memories, no nothing. Yet somehow, she survived. She met another on the streets. He called himself Rascal. She had no idea what it meant yet laughed her heart out anyway. He, like her, was on a kid on the streets. He brought her ‘home’. There was a ton of them, all boys. There was a leader of them, elder then the rest but not by much. He introduced himself as Pete. Like Peter Pan, he had explained. Except more grown up. She had no idea what Peter Pan was. Which was why Pete decided to show her. 

They had a tiny little TV, hooked up to electricity that wasn’t theirs and a stack of DVDs. Then they watched the movie. The moving pictures were enchanting to the small girl. It was only after the credits were rolling did Pete even realize he hadn’t asked the girls name or age. She didn’t know either. He saw the 9 on her neck and decided, well of course that had to be 9. However her name was much harder. One of the boys, Louder, he called himself (though she doubted it was his real name) he suggested Wendy. Pete reacted with venom to that and instead suggested Jane. So she became Jane. 

Time passed. Jane became acquainted with the streets of New York and how to survive upon them. Then one day Pete brought home a girl. She told them to call her Wendy, but she had heard Pete call her Miley. Peter had said she’d be like their mom, in the same way he was like their dad. However she wasn’t like Wendy at all, not motherly. She was more like those Mermaids, jealous of anything Pete looked at that wasn’t her.

Then came the day Pete looked at Jane in a way that felt like he’d done something wrong. It was that same night she knew why. Miley had dragged her out, Jane didn't even remember the excuse. There were men there, the kind Pete had warned her to stay away from. They handed Miley some money and she looked so smug. Then Jane ran like hell. 

She heard the angry yells behind her, screams to stop. She ran into Rascal. Tumbled into him, actually. When they met she was taller then him. Now he was taller then her. Then she continued running. She ran and she ran, knowing that there wasn’t any home to go back to.

Jane thought about that day many times since. She wondered if Pete had known, then she remembered that look on his face and realized Yes. He had. He had to. There was no way he hadn’t. So she got by on her own. There was little choice in the matter. She hadn’t ever gotten the chance to see that second movie. Why the name Jane was chosen. So instead she thought of herself as Jane Doe. 

Then she met Theo. She was 11 and he was 9, and had she been so much of a headache back then? He was small, and he was alone. Just like she’d been. The difference was that she wouldn't betray him like they had betrayed her. She would protect him in the way she hadn’t been protected. 

Though Jane decided to protect him, she had no intention of liking him or loving him. Both happened anyway.  Theo was infectious. In the sort of way that he made you smile even when you were trying to be serious and angry. Theo became Theo. Her Theo. Who she gave piggy back rides to, and who let her be clingy even once they began to grow. 

Then they were the Coopers. It was one night, a good night. Laughing despite the fact it was cold and they didn’t have much warmth. They were speaking, two people who spent almost all time together yet were able to speak together hours on end. They decided that someday, somehow, they were gonna be normal. Normal as could goddamn be. They needed a goddamn normal name of course. Jones? No. Smith? Yuck. Cooper? Cooper. They were the Coopers. 

By the time she turned 17 Jane somehow obtain a honest job. She hadn’t intended to, except then she was getting money and it was actual good money? Suddenly small things became affordable. Then big things. She even began to play music. For some reason, people like it. Then, by the time she was 20, she had a home. Actually a dingy apartment but it made do. However, while her life had brightened Theo’s had darkened. Drinks, drunks, anything you could think of he’d name it. It scared her and Jane had no clue what to do about it. 

So she offered him her couch and thank god he took it. Men and their pride was a scary thing. Yet, she did have one rule Just one. He had to stop using. It was killing him and Jane couldn’t bare to see him gone. Theo was her little brother. Blood or not.

He didn't abide by the deal, except Theo was her little brother and she’d rather him be with her then on the streets. Even if he refused to stop using, she had to be there for him. She was all he had. He was all she had.  Then one day there was a note and no Theo. Just a note giving excuses why he wasn't here. Well, actually they were heartfelt words but all she all could she think was dammit as she read it because she couldn't see straight. Her vision was too blurry from tears. When she finally was able to read the note she sobbed the whole night. 

Then, she waited. Hoping and praying Theo would come back. Knock on her door, just be there. She was frightened beyond belief. That one day she’d get a call about his body turning up, or see his face on the news. She was also scared that it wouldn’t. That he’d be buried somewhere in a unmarked grave never to be heard from again. That she’d been holding out for someone who was dead. 

It took five months before Jane went down to the police station to file for a missing person. The cop was a dick. Your brother isn’t missing. He said. He’s a junkie who left. Jane had been ready to deck him, when another cop came over to stop the altercation. 

The funny thing is though, Jane recognized those eyes anywhere. So instead of stopping mid punch she went for the stomach. All other cops went to apprehend her only for Pete to yell ‘Don’t!’ and then a small ‘I deserved that’. Then, she turned and attempted to storm away. 

“Jane!” He said, and she couldn't help but notice he retained that boyish sound to his voice. She turned fast and poked hard, right in his chest in a way she knew to be bothersome. “You don’t deserve to be a cop! You deserve shit!” And Pete agreed. He also said he was going by Peter now. He made no excuse, no attempt at one. Just a heartfelt apology, one she didn’t accept. But she did accept his offer to keep an eye out for Theo. Any reports of a junkie, OD victim, any of it, he’d make sure it wasn’t him. Sometimes he’d even see if they knew him for her. 

Two years passed, and while Jane has yet to forgive him she greets him with less disdain. She did learn that he hadn’t actually known, he had suspected. He also said he came to stop it after she’d already run. Jane couldn’t bring herself to care, because if she hadn’t run and he’d been too late. Well, it would of been too late. Sometimes they talked about things beyond her brother. Sometimes they didn’t. Theo still was on her mind each and every day. Fear for him, hope for him and sometimes just quiet tears that wouldn’t stop cause she missed him so damn much.

She never left her dingy apartment. She couldn’t. Jane feared that if she did, when Theo did come back, he wouldn't know how to find her. Which was what made being forced into San Francisco so damn heartbreaking. How’d Theo find her now?