#that's just yalls way of fucking covering shit up and I'm done

[mwagneto]

hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator

🏞️ vándor-ló-979 Follow

not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option

🪺 magánügyek Follow

tengri forbid women do anything???

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🦅 szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.

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🐎 istván-rovására Follow

that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!∧◇ᛏ⋈∧

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🐴 csillagösvény Follow

i'm so serious rn if you support """istván""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG

✝️ esztergom-örökké Follow

love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with István

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istván LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????

#sorry to put this dumbass on the dash😭 dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse

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🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3

🏇 attila-népe Follow

cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you

🧺 lemezelő Follow

isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????

🏇 attila-népe Follow

you had to have done some serious stalking to find that💀 and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)

🌐 a-kiber-kovács Follow

Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????

🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

what the fuck happened to my post

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🪔 rakabonciás Follow

for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.

🦅szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. táltos and sámán and mágus and garabonciás and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a táltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciás so. which is it🤔 maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep

anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!

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🛐 mea-culpa Follow

It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

hadúr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadúrsimp

#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse

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👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppány was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

WRONG BLOG

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS

🪺 magánügyek Follow

ISTVÁN????????????? 💀

[elllisaaa]

the only thing running in my mind rn is -> sensitive and soft(his heart) jungwon fucking into you fast from the back with one of your leg lifted into the air by the hold of his strong arms. you were being ruined, tear stains on your cheek and head dizzy. the way jungwon was pounding into your soft walls had you whimpering and moaning patheticly. his hips grinding and rubbing his pelvis while being in you. jungwon was no good himself, his cock was deliciously being stimulated by rapid movements into your hot walls. it all makes him unable to hold back the pretty moans and whimpers in his throat... (i went a little crazy there, but pls pls write this, im literally itching for it)

i looove when yall are getting unhinged in my inbox, it's my favourite part of the day honestly.

and i can totally see this with JUNGWON who's coming back from tour, and he's so pent up with the stress of the concerts and not being able to see you or talk to you for more than an hour. and yes, maybe that the fact that he couldn't fuck you for a whole month did make him a little irritable.

so the second jungwon steps a foot into your apartment, he doesn't care that it's late, or that you're already ready to go to bed. instead of letting you welcome him home, he pins you down to the mattress, his lips crashing on yours and making out with you passionately. "i missed you so much, baby. been thinking about this all day." - "me too, wonnie… i need you so bad, please !"

jungwon doesn't need more than that to rip your panties out of you. usually, he takes his time to do a lot of foreplay, loving the intimacy of it and to get you as wet as possible before slipping into your heat. but tonight, he only needs to be buried inside of you as soon as possible.

the contrast from how sweet your boyfriend typically is to the animal he has become excites you to no end when he manhandles you on your knees, your back arched for him and head in the pillow. jungwon doesn't take the time to undress fully, only pushing his pants down enough to get his cock out and thrust into you all the way.

"shit ! i missed this angel, i missed this so bad." you are already a moaning mess underneath him, and he has barely done anything. jungwon grabs your hips and immediately picks up a rapid pace, fucking into you hard and fast. you're used to your boyfriend being sweet and loving, but at this moment, all you need is to be ruined by him.

and it's exactly what jungwon does, lifting one of your legs up to thrust deeper into your cunt, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot to make you moan louder. "wonnie ! feels so good…" - "so fucking good baby, you're so tight." his dirty words make you clench around him, a moan escaping him too.

a thin layer of sweat is covering the skin of your back exposed by your shirt that has fallen around your shoulders, and with your head turned to the side, jungwon can see the tears running down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure of his cock dragging against your walls. "'m close wonnie, please…" - "not gonna last long, baby, you're so fucking wet." you whine loudly as he hit deep inside of you again and again. your moans pick up, your voice pitching higher and higher the more jungwon rams into you. and the way you're clenching hard around him as you cum makes him lose his rhythm. his thrusts become sloppy, the sensitiveness from not being able to properly release the tension for more than a month getting to his head. and his moans are uninterrupted until he shoots his load deep inside of you.

as soon as the waves of his orgasm die down, jungwon lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. his hair are sticking to his sweaty forehead, and he's out of breath but he finally feels at peace and relaxed. "i missed you so much, y/n. i'm glad to be home." you look up at him with a lazy smile on your lips, your hair completely disheveled and your eyes still glazed by desire. "me too. but if it means you're going to fuck me like that, you can go on tour every month." he chuckles but looks you in the eyes, fingers brushing against your puffy lips. "you just have to ask, baby."

[ayeyolooo]

Roommates!

1000 + words 😓(please excuse my grammatical errors!)

YOU LAID IN YOUR BED BOO BOO CRYING. Your boyfriend just broke up with you. Did you know why? Absolutely not. You stopped crying before sniffing and you started boo boo crying again. Connie walked by your bedroom and his eyes furrowed. He knocked on the door with his knuckles and called out your name softly. "Y/n?" His soft voice rang on the other side of the door. You just sniffed and ignored him. Connie just sighed before he went to go and get eren and armin. Connie walked downstairs to see armin on the game with his headphones on. His back muscles glowed in the sun as the curtain was open,shooting the natural light on his back.

His piercings shimmered in the sunlight as he threw his head back in annoyance. "Bro yall big goofy asses cheating." Armin's deep voice rang throughout the house. Eren just leaned on the counter and laughed at armin. Armin sucked his teeth before turning towards eren and pointing towards the tv. "Nahh cause they asses double teaming." Armin said with a lil attitude.

Eren just laughed and popped a blueberry in his mouth. He took the fruit out and he began mixing him some fruit in a glass white bowl. His fruit mixture was watermelon,cantaloupe, strawberries,mango, grapes and pineapple. He placed the fruit back in the refrigerator and walked over to the couch and plopped down on the seat next to armin. Armin looked over to eren and seen him scrolling through his Instagram feed. He took his opportunity to dig in his bowl and take some of his fruit before eating all of them.

Eren looked up from his phone with furrowed eyebrows. "Bro.. why are you digging your hands in my fucking bowl ion know where your nasty ass hands been." Eren said popping armin on the nose.Armin's hand quickly went up as he clutched his now red nose. "Ouch dickhead,you hit my piercing." Armin's voice muffled from his hands covering his mouth.

Eren just smirked before going back on his phone. Armin just rolled his eyes before he began playing the game again. Connie just stood on the stairs and watched the whole thing unfold. He laughed and walked to the kitchen. "Okay whenever y'all done with y'all lil arguing and shit. We got something else to worry bout?" Connie said taking the pancake mix out of the cabinet. Armin and erens face screwed up in confusion as they turned to Connie. "What's wrong??" Armin asked as his tatted hand began to take the ps5 headphones off.

"mama up there crying."Connie replied taking the ingredients for pancakes out of the refrigerator. Armin placed his headphones back on as he spoke into the mic. "Aye I gotta go imma talk to y'all later." Armin said before turning the game off and walking in the kitchen. "What's wrong with n/n?" Eren asked standing up and making his way to the kitchen. "Beats me." Connie said shrugging as he mixed the ingredients in the bowl. "You asked mikasa?" Eren asked. Connie just shook his head no.

"Did you try asking her?" Armin asked taking out the pots to help Connie. Connie and eren just looked at him like he was stupid. "Well no shit." Connie sarcastically responded. "Okay my bad damn." Armin mean mugged everyone before he began getting the butter out of the refrigerator and spreading it into the pot. Eren took the turkey bacon from the freezer and stood to the side of armin turning the oven on and placing it on 350°.

He cleared the oven out making sure that it was nothing in there. He took a baking pan and he placed some bacon strips on the pan. He slid the pan into the oven and he closed it back. "I'm thinking about changing my tongue piercing." Eren said breaking the silence. "For what? Isn't the one you got good already??" Armin asked. "Yeah,but I want a bigger one..I don't know yet though." Eren said licking his lips and rubbing his two tatted hands together making his muscles flex against his tight dry fit shirt.

"Okay we have to make her cheer up." Connie said pouring some of the batter on the hot sizzling pan and cleaning up the sides so that it'll be clean. "Yeah." Armin and eren both replied with a sad tone. "But mikasa I don't know what I did wrong." Your voice cracked at the end. "Girl fuck him.. he wasn't shit anyways." She said. She despised your boyfriend. She couldn't stand him.

She hated him so badly that she didn't even want to breathe the same air as him. You just tucked your head into your arms and you cried and cried. Mikasa felt bad for you. Since she didn't know how to comfort anyone. And she wasn't anywhere near you. "Girl his dick better have been that good to where you crying like that." Mikasa said looking at you. "It wasn't but I loved him." You said sipping your eyes. Your white acrylics could be seen as mikasa just shook her head in dissapointment.

"Stinka,that wasn't no man..I mean look at the way he talked to you Ma." Mikasa's raspy voice rang throughout the phone. You just sniffed as you tried to wipe your eyes. But the tears kept coming out. Your Nose was running and you were starting to get hot.

You sniffed and stood up. When you stood up your head felt dizzy . It was from you crying so much. You walked to the mirror and looked at your face. Your puffy eyes ,your red tipped nose. All of this for someone you loved.

But did he love you back..?

You kept your light off,but turned on your fan. You removed your jacket and made your way back underneath the covers to sulk some more.

You got into the bed and continued to cry. Mikasa whispred sweet nothings over the phone as you cried. She was trying her best,but you kept crying.

She just sighed out in defeat. "I'm so sorry ma that he's making you feel this way." Mikasa pouted over the phone.

You just shrugged. "Maybe it's cause I'm too fat?" You admitted. "Woahhh hold your motherfucking horses." Mikasa placed one finger up in the camera as a 'wait.' Signal.

"Girl you are a real female. You didn't get surgery..and you're naturally thick.. okay??" She asked you. "But.." you muttered. "But nothing y/n shut the fuck up and listen to me." Mikasa's stern voice said to you as you immediately shut up.

"You have a pudge, so what? You have cellulite? So what? You have stretch marks,so what??  You have lower belly fat,so what??All of that make you human y/n." Mikasa's voice turned soft as she explained.

"You're not putting all of this plastic and shit in your body. Your body is perfect for the person who you're meant for." Mikasa said. "Okay? Now stop crying pretty girl." Mikasa said.

"Wipe your tears, ion wanna see you crying anymore." Mikasa said as you nodded and wiped your eyes. "Sasha wants me to go and cuddle with her..I'll speak to you later pretty girl." Mikasa said smiling at you.

Your lil phat ma throbbed but you played it off since it wasn't the right moment for that. "Love you n/nnn."Mikasa drug out there last letter of your name. "I love you too kasaaaa." You said bringing the phone to your lips and making kissy noises.

Mikasa did the same thing before saying bye to you and hanging up.

You laid on your back as you scrolled through your feed. You checked your dm's and it was a client. She wanted you to do her daughters hair and nails,for her 16th birthday.

Hello! Ms.y/n would you be available today by any chance? It's my daughters 16 th birthday today and I was wondering if you could do her hair and nails?

You sat up and turned your light on.

'Yeah sure! Read the information in my highlights🤍. Can you please bring her by 12:00?' You sent it said that she seen it.

'Yes sure,would you like your $15 deposit on cash app or in person?'

'On cash app ma'am.' You replied. She said okay and sent it. She showed you the way she wanted her hair.

You told her what she needed,and you sent her your address. You kept on erens sweatpants, and they were able to fit due to your thick thighs.

You had on one of armin's white tee shirts and you had on Connie's 'euphoric' hoodie. You made your way downstairs to see the boys all in the kitchen making food.

All of their backs were turned. So when they all turned around to place a piece of food on the plate. They all shrieked when they seen you.

Your eyelashes off, your eyes puffy,the tip of your nose red. And your eyes glossy.

"You okay?" Armin asked walking over to you and giving you a warm hug. Your eyes started to water as he  kissed your head. Eren just walked over and pulled you off of armin. He turned you around and he wiped your tears.

"What's wrong pretty girl?" He whispred and leaned down so that he could face you. "Nothing." You turned your head so that he couldn't see you crying.

He gently grabbed your chin and faces you towards him. He used both of his thumbs and wiped your eyes. "You crying doesn't seem like nothing." He whispred lowly.

You just sighed. "I'm okay,and I have a client today." You said giving all of them a closed smile. "Oh that's cool. Come eat." Connie said placing your plate on the table.

You hesitated before making your way to the table. They all made their plates before coming to sit next to you. "You okay ma?" Connie asked looking at you with his hazel green eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine." You said messing with your earring. "I call bullshit." Armin said. You just rolled your eyes as eren laughed.

"Yeah y/n you ain't a good liar." Eren motioned to you playing with your earring. "Hop off okay?" You said with a lil attitude.

"You and markeshia broke up??" Connie asked breaking the ice. You just mean mugged him at the name. "His name was Marcus and yes,we unfortunately separated.. why did you call him markeshia?" You asked picking up a strawberry and biting into it.

"Cause he acted more like a lil girl than he did a man,so why not?" Connie asked shrugging and taking a bite of his pancake. You just laughed at the name. Armin seen you laughing and he broke out into a smile.

You started to die of laughter as the three boys joined in from your laugh.

Them three didn't fail you. When you were sad they found out a way to cheer you up.

When you were  hungry or needed money they had no problem paying for you. Mikasa thinks that you have a crush on them. But you denied her,even though it was true.

I mean how could you not? Here lemme explain to you.

Eren okay ,Greek God. Slim waist. Tattoos,tall?? Not fine??

Armin, messy undercut,pink lips,nose ring?? Tattoos? Taller than you but shorter than eren. Still not fine???

Connie,green eyes. Nose piercing? Eyebrow piercing?? Tattoos?? Shorter than armin and eren but taller than you. You lying if you say they ain't fine ass hell.

You continued eating. You finished and placed your plate in the sink so that you'll be able to wash it later. "N/n you need us to help you?" Eren asked as all of their eyes shot towards you.

They just wanted an excuse to go and watch you do hair.

"Yeah y'all can come in and help if you'd like." You said showing them a beautiful smile and walking to your little hair salon.

"Y'all seen that sexy ass smileeee??" Connie whispered as eren and armin's face went red. They all dabbed eachother up before finding their faces and making their way to your hair room.

"Y'all go put on some clothesss,I can't have y'all looking like that when my clients over here." You said looking them up and down.

"What's wrong with what we got on?? This out house too n/n." Armin mean mugged you. You just rolled your eyes before you started separating the hair and placing it on the stands.

Armin has on a white wife beater with some black jordan basketball shorts. Connie had on a white tee shirt,with some grey sweatpants and a black beanie on.

Eren had on a black fitted dryfit shirt with some black sweatpants and his hair was in a messy bun to the back.

All of them looked delicious.

"Find whatever." You said rolling your eyes. Armin walked over to you "you need us to help you?" He asked with an innocent smile as he looked down at you,with low lidded eyes.

"Yeah,you can help separate the hair for me?" You asked handing him the hair. He took it from you and began to separate the hair.

The boy all knew how to work your salon. On days you were sick,they'd take your place and they'll give you all of the money when they were done.

Connie did the nails,armin and eren did the hair. They were able to do this because they watched you every single time you'd have a client.

Pt 2🤔??

[ambrosialdesire]

OMG i would like to request yandere bertolt x paradis reader.you can pick whatever part of the timeline you want, maybe he managed to survive to take her to marly, or maybe she just tried to escape on marly or paradis, or maybe he just kidnapped her I don't really care

Thank you

desiderate

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 bertolt x fem!reader word count: 9.5k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, some explicit sexual content, s4 bertolt au, implied non-con, violence, kidnapping mention, stalking, forced kissing (kinda dubcon), slight groping, kinda masochistic bertolt, cigarette usage/smoking, blood kink, knife kink, slight voyeurism, male masturbation mention, panty jerking off mention (?), slight body mutilation, scarification implications, all characters are 18+ synopsis: they've brought you here on this foreign land, a land that was once believed to be completely overrun with monsters. you've been living pretty easy with this new life of yours but it's hard to forget about what he's done to your old home. this singular man, capable of complete destruction despite his nervous demeanor. there may be humans here but the true monster still remained, watching your every move until he was ready to strike. a/n: IM NGL IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST BERTOLT LMFAO i made bro a creep cause i feel like between bertie and reiner, bertie definitely has the tendency to be lurking and stalking behind corners and constantly following you and finding to opportunity to snatch your underwear to jerk off into LOL the reference that i used for s4 bertolt is this fanart that was used in a tiktok edit but i have no idea who made the art and it's making me scream bc it's definitely how i imagine what he looks like (but with thicker chin stubble) and i want to give the right creds (if you look up s4 bertolt/bertholdt fanart on google and see a tiktok image of him smoking, that's what i'm talking about but i want to give actual creds to the artist) also mb on the smoking scenes idk how it feels to smoke but i do sorta know the distinct smell of it this is also in no way connected to the cacoëthes series just to let yall know hehe i hope you enjoy this anon! thank sm for your request!! and sorry for the wait LOL note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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"Call off your damn hound Reiner, I'm getting sick of his shit."

Pushing past the blond as you entered his home, you made your way to his dining table. You huffed as you sat down, leaning back against the chair as your boot-covered legs kicked up on the wooden table. Reiner rolled his eyes, pushing them back down to the ground with a heavy thud. He crossed his arms, leaning on the wall adjacent from where you sat.

"A hello first would suffice. What's Bertolt getting himself into again?"

"My business!" Exasperated, you threw your hands over your face. "He keeps fucking following me and it's starting to freak me out. You guys know I'm not suspicious anymore, there's no way for me to be able to contact Paradis Island at all."

Saying your old home's name had started to feel foreign on your tongue unfortunately. It's been over four years since you've been whisked away by these two assholes and living here has been nothing but a thorn on your side. You worked under the Warrior Unit, mostly a simple soldier for both Bertolt and Reiner to boss around for basic things. It's nothing different from your time as a scout but it's frustrating working for them instead of with them.

You don't know why they took you away with them instead of breaking out their other accomplice, Annie, but after a handful of screaming, punching, kicking, and biting from you, they managed to drag you off to the boat. You stayed there for an estimated week or so with random strangers coming and going, poking and prodding at you as if you were one of Hange's experiments on Eren and randomly caught Titans.

The two of them finally came back one random night unconscious, battered and beaten to the point where their Titan healing powers couldn't even help them fast enough. You needed them alive — how else were you going to manage escaping this unknown place of theirs — so you helped tend to their wounds, staying at their sides until they were finally awake.

Once they were conscious enough, you punched Reiner square on the nose, spinning around to smash your knuckles right into Bertolt's cheek. Your hand was throbbing in pain but the burning fury you felt was stronger. By the time they woke up, the boat already was leaving the docks, and now you were most likely already miles away from home.

"You fucking assholes."

Blood was dripping down his nose, while a cut just barely formed on the bruised skin of the other. It was in vain however. Steam was steadily coming out of the two of them, meaning that the healing was back in working condition.

"FUCK! I didn't even say anything yet!" Reiner scowled as he placed his hands around his nose, snapping it back in place with a nauseating crack.

Bertolt laid there quietly however, lanky fingers brushing against the welt on his face but he was unable to meet your stare. Tears started streaming down your face, your body crumpling to the floor. You were completely hurt, you trusted these two like they were family, especially Bertolt. Was he really who you thought he was? How could they do this to you? To everyone back in Paradis?

"Why? Why me?"

The two of them fell even more silent, Reiner looking up at the ceiling while Bertolt closed his eyes shut as if he was the one that was currently going through it.

"Well say something goddamnit! Why am I here?" You were beyond angry, voice crackling from how loud you were screaming at them. "Tell me!"

Bertolt finally opened his eyes, pale green staring into yours. You couldn't see him. There was only the Colossal Titan looking down at you as if you were nothing but an insignificant speck on the wall. He opened his mouth, uttering remorselessly one phrase that made you even more resentful of their entire beings.

"I'm sorry."

Now you were here after long months of being processed and interviewed over and over by many Marleyan higher-ups, eventually and finally gaining their trust. You knew they still didn't like you but who really gives a shit, they left you alive and that's all you could be grateful for.

Since you directly worked underneath the two Titan shifters, they were able to get you housing and some basic supplies for you to be able to function properly in their society, as well as a good amount of pocket money to buy whatever you needed. You didn't go out of the house for a month though, still horribly and rightfully angry at them. You were also afraid of the idea that you'd get mobbed immediately once you stepped out and killed on sight by the locals.

Bertolt was the one that finally knocked on your door, tired and baggy eyes focused on the peephole. Part of you wanted to keep the door closed and ignore his presence, but he might report you or something stupidly petty. When you opened it up, the faint waft of bitter tobacco invaded your senses, nose wrinkling at the unfamiliar smell.

As you looked up at him, he felt and looked even more like a stranger than a past friend. It's only been a month but it looked like he had gotten broader at the shoulders and taller. He was wearing a beige uniform, a white undershirt and black tie peeking out of the chest of the long, belted trench coat. His black hair was partially pushed back with gel, slightly being more grown out from the last time you saw him. The way he held himself now in Marley was completely different from Paradis, an eerie calmness surrounding his person. He used to hunch into himself when he was a trainee and a soldier, but now his back was rigid and straight, arms hidden neatly behind his back. The posture reminded you of the utmost dedicated soldiers in the Scout Regiment.

"You haven't been going to work." He softly spoke, his head slightly tilting to the side.

"So?"

"Failure to comply means termination. Termination means you'll get kicked out of Marley. Getting kicked out of Marley means death." Alright, straight to the point. Even the way he was speaking sounded different, as if he had suddenly gained a newfound confidence that was only present here in his homeland.

"You guys really thought I was able to function properly in a new continent where everything is different in a few months? Not to mention, I'm still pissed off at the two of you but fine. I'll come in tomorrow. Goodbye." You proceeded to close the door on him but he stopped it with his boot. Groaning under your breath, you tried pushing at the door so he could back off, but it was to no avail.

His hand grabbed the side of the door and heaved it open with little struggle, letting himself in as you toppled back into the ground from the force.

"You haven't been going out at all. When's the last time you bought groceries?" You flinched, avoiding his judging gaze. How did he know?

"Last month." You muttered as you got up from the ground, brushing yourself off.

Bertolt sighed, glancing off to the side. "Okay. I'll wait here for 15 minutes. Go get dressed and get your money, I'll help you navigate the markets."

You didn't want to but food was definitely running low, and you don't know how long the canned meat in your pantry was going to last in your anger-riddled protest. You made your way upstairs, rummaging through the closet and grabbing the cleanest clothes you were able to find and put on within the time limit he gave. Making your way back down, you found him in the exact same spot, his eyes glancing around the living room.

"Alright. Let's go and we're going to make it quick. I don't think I can stomach standing next to you for this long." You bitterly grumbled, moodily pulling the door open. Bertolt followed after, closing the door for you and taking the lead. What sucked even more was how quickly you had to dash after him, his steps being too large for you to have a steady pace next to him. Maybe him being a near giant compared to a normal person — you noticed as the two of you walked through crowds of people — was thanks to the Titan DNA.

Each passerby gave you a look as you walked on through but never spared a second glance, which was good. You knew that you were an unfamiliar being, a foreigner that was never supposed to be here in the first place. The farmer's market was still open, vegetables and fruits neatly lined up in each stall. He did most of the talking, being able to haggle easier due to his status and the blaring armband that wrapped around his upper arm. You didn't like having to be publicly labeled, it felt like you were merely a product rather than a person.

You were focusing on a stall with jars of honey and jams when some person suddenly shoved you aside with their shoulder, body suddenly losing its balance due to the amount of groceries you were holding on one arm. You prepared for the impact of the cobbled ground but never felt it, instead feeling a firm hand snug in-between your curve of your side and another on your shoulder.

"Careful now." You opened your eyes, meeting his in shock once he steadied you back on your feet. Bertolt's face soon turned to a bright red, his hands quickly leaving you, and his gaze glancing away. Perhaps there really is still some semblance of the man you knew in your homeland.

"Th-thanks..." Adjusting the bag stiffly back up your arms, you proceeded forwards without him, leaving him behind at the stall. It became a usual thing eventually, he'd come over every two weeks to make sure you were fine and the two of you would go out buying your necessities for an hour or two. It didn't erase the fact that you still hated them, but at least he was helping you get comfortable in this strange new world.

You finally started going to work as promised, wearing an awkward and stuffy white uniform that made even the tangling straps of the cadet uniform pale in comparison. According to the paper that came with the uniform, you were to report to Reiner and Bertolt in one of the headquarters' rooms. However, the details were so vague that you were completely lost in the beginning, roaming the hallways without a clue where you were heading.

"Soldier. Face me."

You stiffened, turning around and straightening up. The tall man was vaguely familiar, a full blond beard lining his face and round spectacles hiding his eyes. His right hand raised up as if he was saying hello and you quickly returned the gesture, somewhat remembering that it was their version of a salute.

"Name and ranking?"

"Y/N L/N, er... I'm not sure of my ranking sir. I just know I'm assigned to work for the Vice Captain and one of the Warriors?" You shuffled your feet awkwardly and he nodded, gesturing his hand for you to follow him. He started scratching his ear as he walked, as if he was in thought. To you, he really felt familiar but you couldn't quite place where the feeling belonged.

"Ah yes," His eyes glanced at you, the blue color peeking out from behind the glasses. "Now I remember. You're Reiner and Bertolt's human souvenir from the devil island, aren't you?"

Is that what they called you? And how dare he call your home a devil island! A bubble of anger was rising within you, but you didn't want to take it out on the older man that was helping you find your way. He had to be a higher-up based on his demeanor and you'd rather not get in more trouble.

"...Yes sir, I am."

"You were supposed to be here a month ago." You cringed internally but nodded slowly.

"It's my fault sir. I've only been here for a few months and everything is too... new. I hope my absence didn't affect anything." The man simply hummed, stopping at a door with the words 'WARRIORS UNIT' neatly carved into the wood. You pulled the door for him, letting him saunter in before you entered.

"I found your little pet, you two." His hand pressed against the small of your back, pushing you forwards towards a table where the two of them sat. They looked completely exhausted and were partially bandaged up, quietly sparing a glance at you with a short wave.

You settled yourself in-between them, about to thank the man for helping you but he was already stepping away, going outside to light up a cigarette.

"Don't mind Zeke, he's just... eccentric like that. Hope he didn't offend you." Reiner pushed a pile of papers towards you to sort once you turned back to them, saying something about piling them from who sent them; the important files being from the commander and the Marleyan superiors and the unimportant files being from other soldiers. It slowly dawned on you that you became some sort of assistant to them, a glorified secretary for their war schemes.

"It's nothing too difficult, you're lucky to get this kind of work compared to us and the other Eldian soldiers." Bertolt slightly smiled, continuing to read a paper in his hands and you sighed quietly, beginning to sort. Part of you was grateful you didn't have to face war anymore, but the other part didn't want to be treated differently. Maybe the Marleyans thought that you'd defect once you were on the field or kill as many as you can with a weapon in your hands, going out in a blaze of glory. You never held a gun before though and it was most likely that everyone in this military could shoot you down before you could aim it at one person.

An hour or two passed by and you finished up the sorting, neatly tapping them together. It really wasn't a difficult task at all, were they going to make you do something else for today? You quietly waited for any orders, the two focused on their own thing until Reiner suddenly got up.

"I'll go get lunch for us. Y/N, you can relax for now, there's nothing else we need from you today. Good work." He ruffled the top of your head playfully, just like he did before after a training session in the corps. The blond soon left the room, leaving only Bertolt and you alone.

The two of you sat in silence, your hands fiddling with the seams of your uniform. Was sorting the only thing you're going to be doing during your time here? You'd quit within the month if that was the case but if not, maybe in due time you'll save enough money to open up your own shop. You've always wanted to sell clothing back in Paradis, just like your mother and father.

"You look good in the uniform." Bertolt finally mumbled out, the sound of a paper flipping over barely making it audible. You slightly flushed at the comment, diverting your attention to the closest wall in sight.

"Really? I feel like a wet cotton ball, it's so uncomfortable. The scouts uniform is way better." You grumbled, tugging at the cloth around your legs.

He slightly laughed at that, shaking his head. "No way. The scouts uniform was too tight, not to mention the straps were always so difficult to put on."

"Maybe it's cause you're a literal giant compared to everyone there. I just know they had to customize a whole other set for your ass." He snorted and started laughing, dropping the paper in his hand. You couldn't help but let out a few chuckles as well, crossing your arms together. The two of you bantered for a little bit longer and just for a second, it felt like you were right back home in the training corps canteen.

Everything fuzzed out in your hearing and you soon found yourself comparing home to here. The smells were different, not quite fresh as the countryside air and had a more smoky tone with every breath you took. The sights were different, more machinery was seen rather than grassy fields and trees. The people were different, there was no one recognizable to chat with besides your kidnappers. Everything here had entirely evolved and you were being forced to adapt to it. The realization made you feel a drop in your stomach, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes.

"Bertolt."

"Hm?"

"I want to go back home." Your voice was meek, heavy droplets falling down and staining the white fabric beneath you. His body stiffened and he got up from his chair, almost slamming it into the table when he pushed it in.

"This is your home." He responded coldly, a singe of irritation trailing off his words as he left the room, slamming the heavy door shut. You started to sob quietly, tightly holding onto the sides of your sleeved arms.

No it wasn't, and Bertolt knew it too.

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Your work schedule was simple: Monday to Wednesday from 9:30 am to 6 pm, you served the Warrior Unit. Every other day, you could do whatever you wanted and that was that. The pay was pretty good for a livable wage, but nothing special. No task you were given from Reiner or Zeke was too difficult either, it was usually just sending out letters to their superiors or sorting anything they wanted you to sort. To be honest, it felt like they were just tolerating you since the Marley government didn't want to deal with you anymore. It sucked but it's better than being belly-up in the ocean.

You haven't tried to make amends with Bertolt after that day because one, it was his fault so why would you apologize anyways and two, he hasn't been around that often in the office space. Reiner explained to you that there will be days, sometimes weeks or months where some or none of them will be here. Apparently when they came back with the failure to retrieve the Founding Titan, the loss of Annie and her Titan, and the inability to capture Eren's special Titan, some nations came together and declared war on Marley.

"Hopefully it won't be so often that we're going to be gone for long. Wouldn't want to have you sit at home and do nothing." Reiner teased with a slight nudge against your arm before downing his glass of liquor.

"I do nothing even when working. Maybe I'll pick up some new hobbies when you guys are gone, like knitting or cross-stitching."

Maybe you can give the creations to your neighbors since you were just doing it for fun. One of them is an expectant mother and since you had moved in, she had been nothing but kind to you. It would be nice to give something to her in return.

"Alright grandma." You elbowed his side hard, rolling your eyes. He grunted and started rubbing the affected area, grumbling under his breath about your temper.

"Where's Bertolt? Aren't you guys inseparable?" He suddenly cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his seat. Back in the training corps and the short time in the Survey Corps, you've rarely seen the two separated. Wherever Reiner went, Bertolt followed suit.

"Probably caught up in something. He'll be here soon, he never cancels without notice." He waved his hand dismissively and you thought none the wiser, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass before taking a swig.

"Already missing him?" You suddenly choked on the liquor, throat burning at the sensation. No way. No way in hell, you'd ever miss him. He could get swallowed up by another Pure Titan and you wouldn't even bat an eye. You'd laugh instead, basking in the blood that would gush out of his torn corpse.

Before you could even say anything back, a soft voice popped into the conversation. "Missing who?"

The two of you turned and there stood Marley's behemoth, still dressed to the nines in his uniform. Reiner greeted him happily, ignoring the question completely, turning towards the bartender and ordering another scotch for his friend. Bertolt settled right next to you, taking the glass in his hand and drinking up the entire thing in one go, some liquid spilling out of the corner of his lips. He quickly wiped it up with his thumb, his tongue peeking out and licking the remnants away. His cold green eyes glanced down at you suddenly, catching you staring at him.

A flush of heat went through your skin, quickly looking away to stare into your partially-full glass. The drinks kept on coming, the haze of alcohol filling everyone's systems. You were the least intoxicated, slowly taking in the new attitudes and information from your drunk companions. It wasn't much but they became more chatty, opening up about their lives before Paradis.

"I joined because of my mother." Reiner moved his glass towards the bartender, his head leaned up against his arm as he watched the brown liquid fill up his cup.

"Oh yeah?" He nodded, taking a sip from the newly refilled glass before speaking once more.

"She had high hopes that our family would've been whole again. Me, her, and my father. He's, uh—" He cleared his throat, turning his attention towards you. A faint dust of pink rested on his cheeks, a cheeky smile growing. "He's a Marley-blooded man, so y'know... I'm not really supposed to..."

"Exist." You muttered as you finished his sentence and he let out a soft laugh, nodding lightly before downing his drink again.

"Harsh, but more or less, you could say that's it. Compared to me though," The black-haired man closed his eyes, huffing softly. "Bertolt here is more tragic."

Curious but puzzled, you turned your attention towards him, his hand running through his gelled locks and he mumbled something under his breath before taking a shot. You did wonder a bit about how this man turned out to be the worst attacker on Paradis Island's humanity, it felt sickening thinking about a sweet little boy being trained into a horrid monster.

"You know I hate talking about it Reiner." The blond snorted, turning on his chair and leaning back on the bar's counter.

"C'mon. Let her in on your situation, after all—" He stood up, walking over to him and placing his hand over his shoulder, leaning in close to his ear that you almost barely caught what he said.

"You owe her that much."

Reiner made his way to the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone once more together. The thought of trying to decipher what he meant flew past your inebriated mind and so you sat in silence, instead thinking that you might as well make your way home now. It was probably already past midnight, and you were sure that you were waking up late with a massive headache. As you finalized your decision, turning in your stool and towards the door without a goodbye, the thump of glass hitting wood snapped you out of it.

"I was raised only by my dad." Bertolt started and you slowly turned back towards the counter, your full attention on him.

"Don't know what happened to my mom, he never really told me and I was never curious enough to ask. It was just the two of us for as long as I knew but even as a kid that could barely read, I knew that he wasn't... okay." His fists clenched together and you could hear the cracks of his joints from how tightly he was gripping.

"When you're born an Eldian and live in the farthest parts of the internment camps, medicine is hard to get by and treatment is even more difficult to obtain. The minute I became eligible to join, I took the opportunity." You don't know what compelled you in the moment, but you placed a hand on one of his fists. He started relaxing once he realized that you were touching him, still stiff as he reminisced further.

"Did they give him the meds?" Bertolt nodded, taking in a shallow breath.

"A few days right after I inherited the Colossal, they started giving him everything they promised and he was getting better day by day. It wasn't until I left for our mission in Paradis that his condition evolved into something worse." You swallowed nervously, slipping your fingers into his and holding his massive hand gently. His head turned towards you, his eyes soft as he looked into your gaze.

You've never seen or heard him be so vulnerable before, guilt forming in the pit of your stomach. For him, he was fighting a one-sided war against your home, all because he wanted to take care of his dad. Yet in return, he caused the displacement of so many from their families, ripping them apart with a few kicks into the walls.

"When Zeke came on Paradis and we finally met up, I asked him about my dad and he told me that despite all the medicine and treatment that he's been getting, he wasn't getting any better. I had to see him again, no matter if I had failed the original mission or not. I couldn't die on that island without being able to see him again and I just barely made it. Sometimes the way we escaped made me wonder how I even made it out of there. It was only for a few months that I got to spend with him once we came back, but he passed away in his sleep last month."

His hand tightened around yours, though not enough to break it. No wonder he started to look more disheveled and exhausted recently, his whole reason for getting where he is was now gone. You pitied him but that didn't excuse the murders of thousands he did in your homeland. At the same time, it didn't mean that you should bring that major fact up, not when he was currently grieving.

"I'm sorry Bertolt."

"It's alright, you don't have to pity me. I have more to be sorry about towards you and the others. I'll never be able to properly make it up, nothing I'll ever do will be enough to wash away the blood on my hands."

The two of you sat there in silence, a warm hand around one cold hand. You really should leave now, before Reiner comes back and you'll be stuck drinking even more than you wanted to. You attempted to finally slide off the wooden seat, but he clenched your hand gently and tugged you towards him instead. Your eyes fluttered in both confusion and tiredness as you stood in front of his sitting frame. Blinking once, his face appeared right in front of yours. His free hand slid behind and rested against the nape of your neck, feeling thin but calloused fingertips tenderly brush against the skin as he pulled you even closer.

Okay... this was getting a little too weird for your liking. Beginning to open your mouth to verbalize your annoyance and trying to move back, he then took the opportunity to press his lips against yours.

You could taste the alcohol that the three of you had been previously been consuming intertwine with the tobacco's bitterness of the cigarettes he used, a vagueness of something sweet brushing up against your tongue as he tried to coax you into returning the action. His stubble was rough against your skin the more he moved, digging deeper as he pressed further into your mouth.

You had half the mind to bite that damn muscle of his, but the warmth of both the alcohol and him was stupefying, hypnotizing. It felt like you were melting against him, a warmth pooling in your stomach and in-between your thighs. Slowly, you convinced yourself to return the kiss, gravitating into his embrace. It was stupid of you to do considering you hate the guy but hey, who doesn't do stupid shit every now and then? Fuck, you even started wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders.

There wasn't much people in the bar anyways, either too drunk off their minds to care or simply ignoring the disgusting couple intertwining themselves in the public space. The bartender was off chatting with another patron, most likely used to the sight of a couple making their passion uncomfortably known to others. It's the Colossal Titan user, who on Marley dared tried to say something about it?

The hand that once was holding yours, grabbed at the crook of your back to draw you even more impossibly near him, then sliding down towards the curve of your ass. To your utmost surprise, he clutched and squeezed at the flesh firmly, feeling you up with this sudden confidence that you would never thought of him having before.

"Annie."

Sobriety hit you like a cold bucket of water splashing onto you once you heard her name slip through his swollen lips, taking no time to immediately shove the man right off of you. He just told you his story, that his dad had just died last month, and here he was, kissing and groping you and then suddenly calling out Annie's name. You were breathing hard, eyes wide as saucers as you stared down at him in shock.

"What the fuck? What the fuck!?"

Bertolt's hand reached out to you, as if he was trying to make you lift him back up. You've never felt so nauseated to hear those very words come out of his lips as a valid apology, like it was no big deal.

"I love you."

You ran.

You ran out of the bar, into the blackened sea of night, never once looking back. If you did, you were afraid of what you might see in his eyes or if he was chasing after you. With tears lingering in the corners of your eyes, one single thought remained.

Out of everyone in the squadron, why did it have to be him?

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For a month and a half the day after what happened, you never saw Bertolt in the office or around the internment zone.

It was probably the first time him and Reiner were ever separated for this long, the blond telling you that it was his own decision to be sent off into the battlefield alone. You wondered if he told him what he did to you after he came back from the bathroom, or excused why he was on the floor and why you were gone. Reiner never said anything about the incident, so it soon faded in the back of your mind into obscurity.

He wasn't your first kiss anyways, some now-dead nobody trainee back in the day was, and the two of you were drunk, stupid shit happens. Part of you also somewhat knew about Bertolt's fondness for the Female Titan user, originally not knowing about how close they were previously, but damn it. For a heated moment to be ruined like that left a sour taste in your mouth, and you couldn't help but hate him even more for it.

"He's back."

"Who?" Reiner's fist came down on the top of your head playfully, catching your attention from the paperwork.

"Y'know who. Better talk to him now before he passes out from exhaustion from the looks of it. Also, because I know you miss him~" He teased and you swatted his fist off of you, watching him as he walked off towards the main room laughing, leaving you with a pit in your stomach. You really didn't want to talk to him, even if a month had passed on by, but legally, he was your superior. Professionalism before personal feelings unfortunately.

You finally got up, walking slowly to the destination before taking in a deep breath and entering the medical unit. Bertolt was near an open window, a lit cigarette lazily nestled in-between his fingers as he stared out of it. He was the only person there and you swore that every time you saw him, he started to look more unrecognizable from his previous cadet days. His hair wasn't slicked back anymore, falling at the front of his eyes; in fact, you thought it might've grown out a little more from the last time you saw him. The Titan marks were still prominent on his face, like he had just transformed not long ago.

Wiping your clammy hands on your puffy uniform, you approached him, pulling up a chair nearby the bed and sitting down stiffly.

"Welcome back sir."

His head turned towards you and you swore that you felt the room grow colder as he gazed into you through the black strands of his messy hair. Maybe you were the only one that noticed, but his eyes were dead, hollow but still held some sharpness in those pale green irises. This was no longer the Bertolt you knew, this was a numbed man that got mentally thrown and torn apart in the arms of the constant war, the constant transforming, and the constant murder of many.

"Hit me."

"E-excuse me?" He must’ve gotten faster because you didn't realize how quickly he grabbed you until he pushed the palm against his healing skin. It was burning to the touch, as if you were right next to a blazing bonfire. Instinctively, you started to try and wiggle out of his grip but he held steady.

"Hit. Me." Bertolt's grip grew stronger around your wrist, fear creeping in through every cell in your body as you watched the surrounding skin pale from how hard he was holding. "That's an order."

You swallowed but nodded quickly in agreement, just so he can let go of you before any bones shatter. He immediately released you straight away, the action as fast as he previously took ahold of you and took a hit of the nearly burnt out stick. You had to hype yourself up for it, thinking back on every rotten memory you’ve had with him, balling up your fist and striking him as hard as possible where he originally placed your hand. The force made his head swing the other way, the cigarette butt dropping on the ground as your knuckles throbbed in agony. It was like directly punching a stony wall, not like the previous time you punched him on the boat to Marley.

You let go of the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, straightening back up as you held onto your wounded hand. "And how do you feel, Bertolt?"

Bertolt’s body didn’t move, but his hand began to slowly trailing up to the injury, pressing his fingers against the forming bruise. You flinched as he pushed his hair back to where you could finally see his eyes, exhaling the smoke that he previously took in through his nostrils. He glanced over in your direction and let out a soft chuckle, although you noticed that it didn't quite reach those dull eyes of his. There was one thought that lingered in your mind as you stared back into his gaze, that he must've gone crazy fighting in the frontlines.

"Good hit, make me bleed next time." ...What? "Though, I'm surprised that you decided to visit after... what we did the last time we saw each other."

Recovering quickly from trying to process what he just said at first, you cleared your throat, crossing your arms. "The Vice Captain requested me to visit his right hand man, who am I to refuse his wishes?"

He simply hummed in response, reaching for another cigarette in his pocket and his lighter. Placing the unlit stick at the side of his mouth, his eyes caught yours once more, a slight smirk forming. "When'd you start talking like the soldiers? You forget the years we've spent together already since I've been gone, or did you finally get in trouble for treating us like equals?"

You scoffed, pulling your lips in a thin line. "You're the one that gave me an order earlier, and I've had a recent revelation that I had to start acting like a subordinate rather your friend or buddy or whatever the fuck we are, so yeah, I guess it's the latter."

"Ahh, better watch your language then or I'll have to report you for profanity against a superior." Bertolt was of course joking, the mocking tone intertwining with his words. As you felt your eyebrow twitch in annoyance, the sound of lighter clicked and ignited, your eyes watching him pull the flame near.

"Y'know..." He started as he took in a drag, leaning his head back towards the ceiling and soon exhaling the smoke out slowly. "I've been thinking about you the entire time I was gone."

A heaviness plopped itself back on your shoulders, and you wanted nothing more but to excuse yourself out of his premises. You were about to say something to leave him alone, but he kept on talking, droning on and on about how he was counting down the days when he could finally see your face again. Bertolt mentioned that you were the only reason he kept on fighting, why he kept on killing so his commanders could see that he was doing such a swell job as their loyal Titan holder and let him leave early. What a horrible ideology, most of those people could've been innocents.

"And another thing, I kept thinking back on the kiss we shared that month ago." All the color drained from your face, turning and taking a step back to try and run, but felt his hand grasp onto the fabric right against your back. His voice had the same disdainfulness as before, a demandingness that you didn't even know he had in himself to project.

"Don't leave and turn back around. That is an order."

You grit your teeth, finally turning back around once he let go of your uniform and find him standing, his tall stature hovering over you. Nervousness crawled up your spine, flinching once you felt his cold fingers reach over to caress your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. His eyes scanned your face, inspecting your features quietly before taking another drag of his cigarette. He then neared your face and press his lips against yours.

Recoiling at the abrupt kiss, you tried to push him away but the grip on your face was painfully tight, almost akin to the hold on your wrist earlier. You could do nothing but endure this assault, a slight whimper slipping out as the soreness of your face grew.

Bertolt's tongue brushed against your lips, trying to coax you into opening them. You might as well obey, just to get this over with and the fact that you were running out of oxygen at an alarming rate. Once you did, he pushed the smoke in your mouth as he deepened the kiss, the burn in your lungs and in your throat getting worse. In a panic, you bit down as hard as possible to free yourself, the taste of iron combining with the bitter nicotine. You quickly doubled over and started coughing, watching in tears as vague smoke came out of your mouth with every heave and breath.

"Ah." You peered up at Bertolt from within your teary vision, the tips of his fingers on his lips and pressing against the wound you inflicted. It was deep from what you're able to see, but already started to heal itself. Yet, that's not what at all made you run out the room in distress, almost vomiting into the bushes once you stepped foot out of the building.

You watched in mortified horror as he smeared the crimson around his lips and chin, a seemingly euphoric and satisfied expression reflecting on those pale green eyes of his. He looked down at your frozen form, crouching down and reaching over to your face with his bloodied fingers. A small whimper slipped out as he smeared the substance on your mouth, a hungry grin forming.

"Isn't this a beautiful sight? My blood on your lips, I wonder if I can make you bleed for me soon." It felt like he wasn't supposed to say it aloud, but maybe he wanted you to hear, to have a taste of what his true self was like. That thought alone made you run out, leaving him on the ground once again.

This time, you had to make sure you'd never see the sick fuck ever again.

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And this brings you back to the beginning, in Reiner's home completely agitated and frightened for your life.

The past few months, Bertolt resumed his normal duties along Reiner and you; although you limited your interactions with one another, you can’t help but notice that he was following you everywhere. Not just at work, but the times where you were on your breaks, going out to eat, shopping for groceries or clothes, even in your own home; you saw him. You barely caught him sometimes, he'd disappear in a blink once you tried to get in a second glance to confirm who you saw.

He lingered behind corners, staring at you with such a frightening glimmer in those dull eyes of his. He was usually expressionless as he stared into your very soul, not a single crooked smile or the usual slight upwards curve of his eyes. Nothing, absolutely nothing. And the strangest part was that he never said a word, just... stared. Sometimes he just stood there right in the public's view, crowds of people passing besides him without a single glance towards the weirdo in their way.

There was nothing you could do about it, he wasn't technically bothering anyone and due to the internment zone being rather small, they already knew that he was associated with you. How unfair it was. You wished you could live like them, ignorant and dismissive of the monster that stood right next to them.

Him being right outside of your window was your final straw, the lamplight just barely highlighting his features as he stood in your backyard. You screamed and backed up into your dining room table once you realized that he was right against your window, pressing his hand against the glass as his breath began to fog it up. His eyes were crazed, the first time you ever saw anything in them after weeks of ignoring him. You flung the drapes over the window — as if it could do anything to protect you — before running upstairs and hiding in your closet for the rest of the night.

If he was able to sneak up on you, to be that close without you noticing… what else has he done?

"He's being a fucking creep, Reiner. If it's not him trying to figure out that I'm some kind of double-crosser, it's him being some kind of perverted stalker." He snorted at your remark and you could tell that he was not entirely convinced. You took in a shaky breath, finally putting down your foot.

"Then I would like to request that I leave the Warriors unit and work somewhere else. I don't care where and if I have to move, all I want is to never see Bertolt ever again." Reiner's expression suddenly hardened and he pushed himself off the wall, leaning on the table opposite of you. You've never seen him quite as serious until now, unease filling your stomach.

"You do realize that we cannot protect you once you leave the unit, right? The only reason you're alive still is because of us, Y/N. Anywhere else in the other units, the generals and commanders will watch you like hawks for any mistake you make, minor or not. They would use any excuse to have your head." His hand rested on your shoulder and squeezed it firmly, checking his surroundings before leaning close into your ear.

"Look. I know about Bertolt's strange behavior, trust me, I've already noticed he's been off ever since he came back from that recent excursion. I don't know if I can convince him to stop doing this to you, but I mean it when I say that you're better off staying in our unit." He then leaned back and lightly smiled for more reassurance; a part of you felt that it was the scout in him that was talking and that made you feel a little better.

"We're all you got in this world and your best chance for living. C'mon, just give him one more shot." This wouldn't be happening in the first place if you left me back in Paradis, you thought bitterly but hesitantly nodded your head.

"Okay, fine. But you better get it in his head that I don’t want him stalking me anymore or I’ll report him to General Magath and leave the unit, no matter what the consequences are." You got up and headed towards the exit, turning your head to see him slowly push in your seat. He noticed that you didn't leave yet and lifted his hand up, almost waving goodbye.

"No promises," Reiner held up his pinky, slightly wiggling it. "But I'll do my best."

You scoffed, but smiled regardless.

"Then whatever happens, it'll be on you."

The next day continued on as usual, something normal for once as both Reiner and Bertolt weren't in today. You thought that they must've gotten deployed to another war since you hadn't seen any of the other Warriors either, but you continued work as usual for your shift. Even if you weren't required to, you might as well lighten the load for you the next time around.

By the time you were done with half of the stack, you finally called it quits, seeing that the sun had began to slowly set behind the towering buildings right outside of the windows. Clocking out, you slung your satchel over your shoulder and pushed past the doors, quietly walking back to your home. Now that you started to think further during your trek, it's strange that you didn't get any notification from Reiner about their sudden leave. He'd always gave you some kind of heads-up even if you didn't ask, either through a note or in person.

Was this something so serious that not even you can know about? That would make more sense, you're technically just an underling to them, you didn't need to know more confidential information from the Marleyans as a Paradisian; not like you wanted it or had any use for it anyways. The orange glow of the sun began to fade, the sky slowly turning darker by the minute as lamplights started to flicker on right on cue.

You were so close to home that you started to pick up the pace, a feeling of anticipation running through you. It's not like you felt scared, no. This was the first time in days that you finally felt like you didn't have to look over your shoulder, the first time in months where you didn't feel like you were being watched.

In a matter of minutes, you finally reached the front door of your home. You rummaged through your bag for the keys, taking your time as you pushed through the unfortunately crowded mess. There was no need to rush anymore, not until they come back, and hopefully Reiner was able to talk Bertolt out of his abhorrent, unprofessional behavior. Letting out a happy hum as you finally found what you were looking for, you pushed in the key and turned it open, only to be greeted with a gut feeling that caused goosebumps to immediately form on your skin.

Something was wrong. Despite everything being in their right and respective places, there was something... off. Standing still at the entrance way, you scanned the environment slowly, a lump forming in your throat as they darted to-and-fro nervously. The windows were locked, you knew they were, and none of the drapes seemed to be moved or altered from their original places. There was only one entrance and to get to the backyard, you would have to take the side fence door at the outside of the resident. You almost were tempted to back out of your own house, the one place where you've considered as the safest haven from the outside. This feeling, it had to just be that you were unused to being finally left alone... right?

You finally took a step inwards, the wood creaking underneath your boot. Mentally, it felt like excruciatingly long hours had just passed by for you to get another step, internally praying that your mind won't play tricks on you from the various sounds that were occurring in the considerably old home. There's nothing or no one here, you're just being a paranoid baby.

Exhaling slowly, you finally shut and locked the front door behind you. Repeating the phrase over and over gave you confidence to continue forwards, determination in your eyes. You'd be damned if Bertolt thinks he could scare you out of your own home, you'd rather go to prison than try to stay at his home for temporary shelter.

You lost your appetite to prepare a simple dinner, now knowing that you'd prefer not to try cooking something when you've just arrived in fear for your life. However, you carefully made your way towards the kitchen, grabbing a knife out of the wooden block. The sound of the metal sliding out of its sheath may have been the loudest thing you've been currently hearing. You gripped onto the handle tightly, turning towards the stairs.

You knew you weren't alone here, the house may settle now and then, but this felt different. This was different. No matter what your brain was telling you, your gut was telling you otherwise.

Crrreeeaaakkkk...

You froze, feeling suddenly out of breath as you stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. The sound came from your room, there was no doubt about it. A memory of Bertolt trying to secretly make breakfast for you flashed into view, the sounds of pans clashing below waking you up. You should've questioned how he gotten in the house in the first place during the earlier stages of this thing of his, but you were far too hungry and tired to even notice until now.

In meticulous steps, you made your way to the staircase, trying to make sure you didn't step on the wrong board and alert the intruder of your presence. Hell, he might've already known since you unlocked the door. The hallway never felt longer than it was before as you approached the room, the moonlight shining down on you and the weapon held in your dominant hand. There was more creaking the more you came towards the door, your heart pounding in your chest in the rhythm of a thousand Abnormals sprinting towards their next delectable meal.

The door was slightly ajar, alarms ringing in your head. You never have left the doors in your room open in your life, especially when sleeping and even when you left the premises. Someone is in there and you know who it is. Taking in a deep breath, you leaned in gradually towards the crack in the door, trying to control the trembling in your hands as you peeked through.

The stench of blood first hit your nose, then the sight within nearly made you scream in horror. Bertolt was in your room, sitting on the middle edge of your bed, all bloodied from head-to-toe what you were able to tell from the street's lamps dully illuminating the surrounding room. Though that was stomach-churning in itself, the action he was performing on your bed made everything even more heinously depraved.

The bastard was fucking his fist with your panties wrapped around his cock, his pelvis erratically jutting into the tight hold he put around it. His lips were slightly parted, almost barely audible groans slipping out with every stroke. Even worse, you could hear just the cusp of your name with it, your own face growing warm.

You had to report this to General Magath, now. Burn your bed and used underwear once you got the chance to second on the list. Reiner failed, maybe even never went up to him, and now you had to take the drastic way out of this. He finally took things way too far; if not your underwear, it might’ve been you.

You took a step backwards, immediately paling as the floorboard behind you squeaked loudly under the weight. The movement from within your room paused abruptly, anxiety and dread crawling up your veins with every passing moment. The sound of the bed springs being relieved of any weight on them immediately alerted you that you needed to start running or hide until he leaves. It was too late, the door opening with a grinding, crackling noise.

"Welcome home, Y/N."

Bertolt lunged at you, instincts kicking in as you swung the knife, aiming for his throat. You knew it wouldn’t kill him, you’ve seen Mikasa do it years ago and he healed without any trace of the injury left, but it would give you enough time to get to Magath’s residence. At least, that’s what you tried to do, but he moved last minute, the blade only digging into the side of his face towards his mouth.

He was stunned by it at first, a nauseating feeling permeating within your stomach as you watched the skin and muscle separate as he opened his mouth, blood streaming down his jawline in thick streams. Then he started chuckling, pressing his hand against the wound roughly and almost pulling it apart. This was no time to stay shocked however. You took this final opportunity to run, carefully trying not to cut yourself as you made your way down the stairs.

"Y/N!!!" Oh god, oh god, oh god. You reached the entrance, turning the lock and pulling it open, the cold air of the night blasting in your face. Freedom was right there in your grasp — just right there — before a thickly drenched hand from behind grabbed ahold of you from the mouth and pulled you back inside.

You couldn’t scream as his bloodied palm held firmly down onto your mouth, tears streaming down your face as he lodged himself right between your legs. He was crazed, his pupils dilated with excitement as he stared down at your quivering form. You could the hardness straining against your uniform pants, a sob stuck in your throat. The inflicted wound on his face was obviously starting to heal, steam coming off of it.

"Good try, too bad you aren’t strong enough to even try to finish the job." He took the knife out of your hold, his blood still staining the edges. Bertolt neared it towards your throat, your body fighting back as it approached closer and closer.

"Hey, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep moving like that." He scolded, as if he wasn’t the one with the weapon, the cold blade right against your jugular. You froze on cue, taking in sharp breaths with your nose to try and not to panic even more.

"You weren’t meant to see me uh—" His face flushed pink, scratching his uninjured cheek with his pointer bashfully. This bitch was acting like he didn’t just break in your home, committed a perverse act on your bed, and about cut your throat open. Bertolt slightly adjusted himself, rubbing his still-hard cock against you. "But it was pretty exciting, how long were you watching? Did you get excited?"

You wanted to shake your head, only flinching as you felt him unbuckle the belt, nimble fingers unbuttoning and zipping down your pants. You had no choice but to feel him slip his dirtied hand into your underwear, his fingertips pressing against your hole. A proud smile grew on his face, a vast contrast to your horrified expression as the two of you made the same realization. You’re wet.

Bertolt pulled the knife away from your neck, short relief coming out of you in waves, but he didn’t drop it or throw it aside. No. He used it to tear your uniform shirt open, a muffled yelp escaping you as the cool air made contact with your bare skin.

"We’re going to have some fun together, okay?" You felt like throwing up in his hand, hoping that you’d asphyxiate from it. Your heart stopped as you realized that he was nearing the tip of the blade on your lower stomach, right below your belly button.

"Right after I carve my name into you."

[nervoushottee]

A Shot of Whiskey | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Smut

Summary: [1.2k] You didn't think Joel would take you up on your offer. But here you were getting fucked in the bathroom stall of the bar.

Warnings: (EXPLICIT MNDI 18+.) SMUT SMUT, sir kink, praise, pet names like "good girl, pretty girl, darlin', my girl." Fucking filth honeslty.

Notes: Heyyyy Hotteesssss! Long time no seeee. I've been working at my new job and getting settled. Listen yall. I've never written Smut before. I've only read it, but I don't know what came over me (I'm ovulating and feral) but I wrote this all in one sitting. I hope this is good

I hope you enjoy! Comments and reblogs are ALWAYS APPRECIATED!

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You didn’t think Joel was going to take up on your offer.

 You were a bit tipsy. Not really. Only having a few shots of whiskey to warm your chest. But it  was just enough to give you the confidence to approach the big man that you’d been eyeing since he arrived in Jackson. You thought he would’ve kindly redirected your attraction to him, like he had done with Janice. The poor woman's cheeks were cherry red out of embarrassment but Joel brushed off with his gruff southern hospitality. “No harm done darlin’.” is what Janice told you he said when you were working a shift at the bar. 

You wished he could call you that. You wish he could call you a lot of things. You were hoping he would with the way you had been flirting with him quietly at the bar. You were off work, only really coming to help cheer Janice up who had already picked up another guy at the dance floor. 

You thought he wasn’t going to act on your very horny request. But here you both were, in a bathroom stall at the bar. Joel fucking you with his hand covering your mouth to hide your moans. Your legs wrapped around his waist as tightly as your body could let you. 

He was going at such a sickly sweet pace. A nice rhythm that hit the right spot at the exact right time. Having you moan and whimper into his hand louder when he added a bit more pressure. 

“Right there darlin’?” he questions.

You whimper again at the name, nodding softly against his hand. Clenching against his cock caused him to groan into your neck, rutting into you at a faster pace. His warm breath against your skin, the grip he had against your ass. The two of you being pressed up against each other, The cool touch of the stall against your back. Every feeling, every sound was making it even harder for you not to come too quick. 

You wanted this to last as long as it could. You didn’t know if this was just a fluke. Probably a one time thing. You assumed that the glass of liquor Joel was sipping when you spoke to him was the only persuasion to fuck you right now. Let alone in the bathroom of Jackson’s most popular bar. 

Joel removes his hand against your mouth, causing you to let out a sigh that came out as a moan. He shushes you, slowing his pace. Moving his head to look at you. “We got to be quiet baby, don’t want them hearin’ you make all those pretty noises for me.” 

You nod your head quickly, your eyes hooded and glossed over as you stare at him. 

“They’re just for you.” you say softly, a moan coming out near the end when Joel hits that spot deep within you. 

His eyes light up at your words with a smirk that turns into a smile. “Yeah? That right? All for me darlin’?” he says to you. Each question he asks you makes him speed up his pace in fucking you. Your head hitting the back of the stall in process. You didn’t care. You would’nt give two shits if the fucking bar was on fire and everyone had to evacuate. You wouldn’t be leaving until Joel fucking Miller made you come at least once in this bathroom stall. 

“Yes sir.” you pant. Feeling the delicious pressure slowly building inside you. 

“Fuck.” he moans, going at even faster pace that makes you cry out. He places one of his hands at the back of your head to keep it from knocking against the hard surface. 

The sounds you too were making were so deliciously sinful. The echo of his dick going inside you, skin smacking together in the process. You heavy breathing saying a multitudes of “fuck, yes, more, and please Joel” coming out your mouth. His constant groans and praises. “Good girl- that’s it, fuck you’re so good.” 

 You didn’t care if the whole bar heard you at this point.  Something deep inside you even wanted them to hear you. Granted you’d probably get fired from this job but it’d all be worth it  because of how good you were getting fucked. 

“You’re doing so good for me, my girl. Clenchin’ on my dick like that, fuck you’re so tight. You want me to keep going? You want me to fuck you harder so the whole bar can hear you screaming my name? Calling me sir all nice and pretty like the good girl you are. Being so good to me let  me fuck you like this all nice and filthy in this stall? You want to come, my pretty girl? Are you gonna give it to me baby?” Joel fucks at a relenting pace as he talks to you, never stopping for a second. His praises shoot right up your spine down to your throbbing pussy. 

You reach down beneath the two of you to messily rub against your puffed clit. You shriek at the sudden feeling of additional pleasure. “Oh fuck!” you scream.  Joel hums at your response, kissing your neck, licking his tongue down to your collarbone. “You got it my pretty girl. My good girl.” 

“I’m so close Joel. I’m so close.” You rush out and say.

“I know my girl, I know. I got it.” He says to you, moving to watch you. Your eyes nearly closed with how fucked out you were. 

“Give it to me baby. Let me feel you come on my cock. I want it so bad, be a good girl and come for me.” He praises and begs you all at the same time, watching you so intently. 

“Fuck I’m coming- I’m comingg, fuckfuckfuck.” you shriek loudly, your orgasm washing over you and hitting you like a truck. 

“That’s it.” Joel groans loudly, feeling you clench against him, as he fucks you even faster. His pace turning sloppy and rushed as he chases his own orgasm. “My good girl, you feel so good clenchin’ around me. Fuck.”

With a few more strokes, Joel comes inside you. He moans against you, as his forehead press against yours. The two of you slowly come down from your high. Joel kissing your neck repeatedly, lickling the salty sweat against you.

You come down from your high and you're finally able to hear what’s happening outside the bathroom. Sounds like a country song playing with the community singing and clapping loudly. Probably a line dance or something of the sort. 

A blessing that the activities going on were so loud. Because there was no way in hell that you and Joel were quiet and you told him as such. “Good thing it’s so loud out there. There’s no way I could’ve been as quiet as you wanted with how you were fucking me like that.” You say to him breathly. Still haven’t caught your breath after what you too just did. 

Joel lets out a hefty chuckle. Still panting with you also. “Lucky us.”

Neither of you had moved from your position. Your legs still wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. His, still on your ass and thighs holding you up. His dick slowly softens inside you. The feeling of him slowly dripping out of you. 

“How about we go back out there and you get me a drink?” you question.

“Yes ma’am.” he responds without hesitation. 

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[valeskawhore]

VOX

HAZBIN HOTEL! RANDOM THOUGHTS.

I’m hitting on Sherlock Phones yall.

Someone help this man.

Someone PLEASE help this man.

Let's be real with ourselves lonely sinners, vox is not the man we need but he is the man we fawn for. I’ve done a lot of research on his character, his voice actor, his background and his main focus in hazbin hotel just to come up with the most canon version I can write him as.

He is NOT “that guy”. Vox is conniving, manipulative, egotistical, rude,and has been described as not “a nice person” by Vizi herself.

I'm pretty sure he was the “where my hug at?” guy back in college for computer science and theater arts. The guy who no one liked; laughed at not with and continuously thought that everyone was intimidated by him because no one wanted to approach him. Yet it was really because— No one thought he was cool whatsoever.

Of course this man took dance lessons and acting classes, his mind is quite literally a computer even back when he was alive. Vox understands the concept behind “good television” and how to appease his audience.

The lack of attention in his life to early childhood/adulthood was made up when he became a TV host. Vox wanted everyone to love him just so he could push them away and be this “Awesome guy who's too busy and successful for everyone”.

He totally speaks to everyone like they are 4-12 years old. Someone could be older than him, taller, or stronger and he’s just going to immediately deem them imperior to him because of his success.

“My dear, whatever could be the problem?”

“Awe cupcake, are you sad? panties in a twist? Is your bra too tight or are you just going through shark week?”

Vox will literally say one phrase when he knows things aren't going his way.

“Let’s think about this.” Not TALK– THINK. Let's THINK about this.

And darling, he’s not talking to himself but to you and again, immediately placing you underneath him–trying to have you use that “big brain of yours”

This man will plant shit in your head causing you to draw conclusions about things so you can focus entirely on what HE wants. As done with Valentino in episode 2 SE1; when valentine is flipping his shit and all vox does is control the situation.

He’ll flip his shit, igniting fear into the person he’s talking to, allowing the victim to find him ‘scary’ enough to break into submission and shut their mouth.

He’ll take this time to plant thoughts into their head. “What do you think going half cocked around hell to find angel dust will do to our image?”---”U-uh.. fuck it up?” DING DING DING. “Good boy/girl”

And then praise when they come to their “senses” (What he wants them to do)

“Such a big brain you have, you’re so smart.”

“Aren't you a pretty doll? hm?”

“That’s right baby, I knew you had it in you.” No he didn’t, you surprised him but he’s gonna take on the ‘caring best man role’ to cover up his surprise.

He gets hard easily. Don't ask me how I know, I just do.

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ok so I really wanna write like a whole freaking series of events for him, just one shots and I’m interested in all kinds of ideas, these are really just random thoughts that came to my mind while writing. If you guys like the way I write him or the ideas I present— totally let me know if I should continue my obsession with this man.

[deadpool15]

Prank gone wrong...

Kyla's POV

"Hello, my little melon-munchers, it's your fav bimbo on the streets qnd I'm here with another video. So before yall find my location and beat my ass, I know I was supposed to make a vlog some time ago and then I hit yall up saying I was gonna make one today but well just look", Kyla turns the camera around and shows her patio window and shows the weather.

"See yall it's been pouring all day, it's like God don't want me to give yall that amazing 10/10 vlog. But since I can't I will still provide got to keep my fucking lights on yall". Kyla laughs and falls back on the couch.

"I'm just playing my little pussy-popping queens, but ok, so the instead of a vlog I'm giving you all a prank. And of course the main guest of honor is on her way right now, without any clue in the fucking world". She gets up grabbing the camera to go in the kitchen.

"OK, so first things first, I need me some chips," Kyla grabs the bag of chips from the cupboard and looks back at the camera. "So, I dead have no idea what to call this prank but even though it's raining my lovely lil shawty and before yall hit me with "ain't Bada like two whole heads taller then you", shut up I call everyone shawty. So, like I was saying before, yall rudely interrupted me. " Kyla grabs the chips, putting them away while laughing, and makes her way to her room with the camera.

"So, basically Bada said she was taking me out with a group of her friends and then we had to change the location because of the rain so, now we are going to an indoor pool. I'm gonna do like a wearing a revealing swimsuit prank on her. Which is deadass, not a bathing suit, because nothing is covered. Give me a second guys". Kyla goes inside the closet to go change in the outfit(like I said, yall, it's not really an outfit cuz ain't no Damm clothes but the pic above with the fur coat).

Kyla walks outside of her closet to show off the swimsuit and showcase it. "See, the thing about me is at the end of the day. I'm from the islands, so we finna show off this thick ass that I was blessed with ok, yea, exactly girls." Kyla stops modeling the fit when she hears someone opening the door.

"Oo shit yall she is here, let me hide the camera quick. Kyla hurries and stores the camera on her desk under some towels. "OK yall om going in, wish me luck".

Bada's POV

I walk inside my girlfriends apartment using the key she gave me a long time ago. I would wait outside for her but she takes forever getting ready, so maybe me being in the house with her will motivate her to move her ass. We were all supposed to go to the beach but due to the weather being terrible we decided to go to an indoor pool, with Lusher and Tatter still wanting to go in the water. "Babe, I'm here. Are you ready or at least close to being ready?" "Hold one, my love, almost done. I promise just need my shoes. "

Bada goes into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water, and starts scrolling through her phone. "OK, love, I'm ready. Let's go." Alright, let me just finish my water before we, Bada cuts herself off and looks up at Kyla to see what she is wearing, and her mouth goes dry.

"Baby," Bada says while walking up to Kyla, turning her around to look at her. "Yea, come on, love, we gotta go. Tatter will literally throw a fit if we are late. Remember, last Bada grabs her hips to force her to stand still. "O my God, is today our anniversary?" "Bada what the hell are you talking about?" Kyla looks up at her feigning confusion. "You look fucking amazing, like good enough for us to make up a random excuse and give a shit less about what my friends are doing".

"Aww, thank you baby", Kyla says while leaning up her the tips of her toes to kiss Bada on the cheek. But Bada grabs her neck to kiss her on the lips this time. "Fuck... Bada.... shit. The kiss feels so good, with Bada continuously grabbing her hips and making the kiss deeper. Kyla almost forgets the prank until she pulls away with much force. "No, no, we have to go, remember", Bada chases her lips and pouts. " Baby, they will be fine without us, just let's take care of us first ok". Kyla almost give in but backs up, leaving Bada groaning in the living room, making her way to the front door.

"Wait, Kyla baby where the fuck are you going". She runs up to her and pushes her back on the couch. "What do you mean, Bada? I'm not gonna stall anymore. I wanna go out and have fun." Bada looks her up and down and laughs. "Why are you laughing at me?" Bada turns back around and smirks. "You're right. Of course, we can go when you change into an actual swimsuit. I'll be waiting baby". Bada sits on the couch and turns on the TV. "I'm ready now, Bada, let's go," As she tries to stand up, Bada grabs her arm, tugging her on her lap.

"Baby, you know I love you, and I love everything you wear and respect it. But you're wearing about 3 pieces of string right now, so I'm gonna need you to change into something that won't get you in trouble, ok, sweetie?" Bada squeezes her hips, and Kyla stares at her. "I'm not changing," she says and smiles. "Sweetie." Bada looks at her clenching her jaw. "I thought you said you wanted to go already and her you are being a fucking brat. We aren't going anywhere until you put on some clothes. Don't forget who is in charge ok little one".

"Oo, I remember who is in charge, but I don't think I really care. Plus, I'm pretty sure everyone is gonna love my outfit, especially your friend. What's his name, oo right howl". Bada stands up with you still on her lap, causing you to grip onto her tightly." That's cute, seems we won't be making it there after all. Since you want to be a fucking slut". Bada grabs your neck and starts kissing you hard. "I bet this is turning you on isn't it, worrying about Howl knowing he can't do half of the shit I do for you. It's ok I'll remind you". Bada takes you to your room dropping you on the bed.

"Wait, wait, baby, it's a prank. I promise it's a prank. " Kyla says while trying to point at the camera. Bada turns around and sees the camera stored under the towels. " I should give them a show and see you try to post that since you wanna act up." Bada says while leaning over you, kissing your neck. You start to moan softly. "Babe, please, I'm sorry. No one is better than you, especially now Howl. Bada looks at you. "Oo, I know, just gotta make sure your ass never forgets it. Don't I?. You try to move from under her and turn off the camera, until she grabs your legs.

Where are you going baby, I told you I'm gonna show you who is better. Your little camera will just be a reminder, sweetie. Now open your legs. You spread your legs slowly. " See, you can follow directions. Let's see how well, huh?"

[sp4ceboo]

the weather is lowkey getting cold and it inspired me to write headcanons about winter with changbin

ok so changbin runs hot

literally there's no doubt of it he literally has a coat of muscle on him as well as the winter clothes yall stuff each other in

he's a furnace. in the mornings, you'll wake up from being cuddled into his side all night and you will be sweating

but you don't care, he's comfy asf and you couldn't move away if you wanted to anyway - his arm is tucked around your waist, holding you close to him even in his sleep

at night, you'll basically tie yourselves together with how tight the blankets are around you

if your cold foot happens to brush his leg sometimes you do it on purpose just to fuck with him he will screech like a possessed man

when you say you're cold, he will a hundred percent give you his hoodies and his sweats, claiming that they're warmer than your own clothes because he loves seeing you bundled up in them, your hands in little sweater paws

one winter day, he'll walk in on you hunched over your dwaekki

'Babe, what are you doing?'

'I'm just making sure he won't get cold.'

He's about to ask what you mean, but then you hold up dwaekki, wearing a matching hat and scarf, and he actually dies a little bit because you're too cute

if you go out to a fancy dinner he can and will give you his suit jacket and if you don't want it he will pout until you take it from him

on that note, if you're out in public and stick your hands under his shirt to warm them he will make a massive fuss but loves that shit

he'll complain when you do it at home as well but gives in way faster, which is how you know he secretly likes it

for some reason he strikes me as the type who is amazing at making hot chocolate

he has a formula for his hot chocolate, idk what it is but he has a technique and he'd rather die than not stick to it

when you get back from work, shaking off the rain or snow from your umbrella as you tug off your shoes, he'll race to the door, press a kiss to your forehead and help you out of your coat and hang it up

once he's done that, there's no stopping him, he's rushing to the kitchen to whip up a hot chocolate for you

he can't help it, the praise you lay on him for his legendary hot chocolate makes him glow

don't accept any other food/drink from him, though, it probably won't be edible

in winter, both of you get cuteness aggression overload because seeing each other wrapped up in blankets with your little faces peeking out just does something to both of you

like... just imagine walking into the living room and there's just a wild changbin there, the blanket covering him up to his half open, sleepy eyes, his wide, muscled shoulders completely swamped with the blankets as he watches the TV

when he hears you come in, he'll look up and although the lower half of his face is covered, you see him light up with a smile as he lifts the blankets a little, a silent offer for you to join him

oh, but, when the snow comes, you're a goner

changbin is normally pretty gentle when he throws snow balls at you but the rest of stray kids are not playing, especially lee know and seungmin

if changbin slips in the snow, you give him no mercy, laughing so hard you fall down, and vice versa if you laugh to hard, though, he'll stagger to his feet and take you down with him

however, you and changbin also do cute coupley things in the snow like make snow angels side by side together

speaking of angels, changbin in the snow is actually angellic tho like he's got this adorable flush across his cheeks and nose and his eyes are constantly glittering with laughter at your antics with the rest of stray kids

he'll come up behind you and will not let go for the world, sticking his cold nose into your cheeks and drinking in your little noises of protest

then he'll pick you up and spin you around before chucking you into a nearby pile of snow he'd prepared just for you

all in all, winter with changbin is THE BEST

actually, life with changbin by your side is the best

[purpdrawsthings]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE MENTION IN THE ANIMATION RAARGHHH

if I get my procrastinating ahh to it at some point I miiiight be cooking some fan art NYEH HEH HEHHHHH also since u have banger music taste, as a fellow peep with banger music taste (or not idk) you should totes check out Fox Stevenson music! (he's British and so am I so it makes it 10x better ngl LMFAOOO) my fav tracks by him are prolly Dreamland, Don't Care Crown or Can't Even Tell

also why tf am I rambling about some random ahh music singer songwriter in someones ask HELP-

Like I'm actually freaking out frfr how tf do you cook animation so well bro, the best animation ive done is some crappy SMG4 version of 'you've been trolled' where I legit gave up animating, slapped a dank ass image of smg4 in the family guy death pose when the ai cover had a stroke and called it a day ;-; HOW DO YOU SUMMON THE MOTIVATION please teach me your ways ;-;

also your art? U N D E R R A T E D. please teach me how to render 2d art. please ;-; I BEG Y- also lineart and poses go brrrrrr (yet again, as previously mentioned in other asks, I CANNOT DRAW FUCKING POSES- istfg one day its gonna become some sort of inside joke- some sort of TOMFOOLERY in this fandom. UTtErly DISgrASeFuL!1!!1!) Ok yeah I think imma stahp giving you brain rot now and get some help

HAVE A BYE FIVE NYEH HEH HEHHHHHHH (or rehehehe idk what goofy ahh laugh I wanna use ;-; AND ISTFG IF ONE OF YALL SAYS 'BRO THINKS HE'S PAPYRUS' AGAIN I WILL SPAWN OUTSIDE YOUR WIND-) please help me :3 /j have a nice day lolol also have a piece of silly motivation! 'NevER BAcK DowN NEvEr WHaT??!11!!?!'

(you better answer correctly or else-/lh please don't come after me *cough cough*) OK BYE FR NOW- (sorry im the CEO of Yapping if ya can't tell)

OMFG I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT REPLYING TO THIS SOONER GUHHHHH 😔😔😔😔😭😭😭😭😭💥💥💥💥💥

Explodes in disappointment

Fuckin unbelievable, I should call myself a disappointment for not even answering this amazing ask any sooner 😔

NO PROB FOR THE MENTION AHHHHH

I had to find anyone near and I remembered that I always saw you around so I went to your account and picked the oc on profile 💥💥💥

F-F... FANART??? ah shit that might not happen because I was being a stupid idiot and didn't even answer this for months 😔

Also thx for the music taste compliment mehehehehe, I always find these 'vine' like audios to be very fun to work on ✨✨💥💥💥

Very interesting songwriter might check out 👀👀👀👀👀👀 BRITISH ALERT WHAT??

Nooooo I don't mind you yapping I love seeing people yap 😔😔😔😔

ALSO I FIND MY ANIMATION SKILLS TO BE JUST BASIC AF I MEAN- LOOK AT THOSE OTHER ANIMATORS OUT THERE THEIR ANIMATING TECHNIQUES ARE JUST LEVELS ABOVE ME EISGSOHDOSHDI 😔😔😔💥💥💥

I'm sure your animating skills would get better, always believe in yourself ❤

I DON'T EVEN HAVE MOTIVATION IT'S EITHER A MISS OR HIT 😭😭😭

Guhhhhhh thanks so much for the art compliment I can't your words are too kind for me to handle I can't put it to words I wish I can give very nice words but I can't GUHHHHHHHH 💥💥💥💥❤❤❤❤❤

ALSO WHAT LAUGH-

Do you need help, cuz I can provide therapy for you 😔😔😔✨✨✨✨ /silly /jk

ASJDHAOAHSOSHSOSHO THE MOTIVATIONAL WORDS... THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!

I love your yapping so much thanks for the ask, also you do deserve the tittle CEO of yapping 😔😔😔😔❤❤❤💥💥💥💥💥

Chat I fucking feel like a disappointment I didn't answer this sooner AISFSISVSJVDOSBSPDHDO

[daemon-in-my-head]

Sorry need to talk about OCs for a hot minute cuz Idk how to incorporate that part of him into the fic but I lack social skills so I'm just gonna info dump on yall especially cuz I'm once again procrastinating editing and they're just living in my head rent-free.

So essentially Ellis nd Gortys first meeting didn't happen when Gortash started looking for the Bhaalist leader, in fact it didn't even happen in the Gate but a while back in Calimport. Gortash had that whole trying to establish himself in the underworld and arms dealer bit going on so his business ofc also took him to one of the biggest trading hubs in all of Faerûn, that being Calimport. Also they're taking religious freedom very serious over there, one of their biggest temples and religions being Shars followers, so it was pretty safe for a Banite upstart.

As for Elli he essentially tried to escape his past as best he could. He got stuck in the Shadow Fell for a while (years) and besides it merging his former divine sorcery by the grace of the shadow's corruption, the Shadow Fell also shows what's going on in the real world via mirages, so he was essentially forced to watch his old life being completely demolished by his father's followers while incapable of doing anything about it. Any and all connections he may have had to anyone previously were carefully picked off by 'divine decree' as he watched what happened to their mirages, all while stuck in a shadow of the world he was part of once. So once he managed to get out, he immediately dipped to a place where the sun never goes down and even winter is warmer than anywhere else. There, he essentially used his old talents again, aka used his perceived 'rareness' and the local hierarchy to live a somewhat comfortable life as a dancer. Constantly reminded him of his family, ofc, especially his mom, who used to be a bard and taught him, but more in a positive way, especially after surviving the horrors of the shadow fell. Sort of like trying to ignore the last few years and deluding himself into the belief that he just ran away from home or smth and if he ever returns to the gate his family and his friends would be there waiting for him, completely disregarding that all of them were dead by now.

So they essentially 'met' while Elli was working as an entertainer for some wealthy nobles and Gortash was busy trying to worm his way into the upper echelon and the trade routes managed by them. They never talked or smth but Gortash did remember him, cuz seeing an elf in a city that is dominated by humans and halflings was rare as fuck, so he was pretty caught off guard when he realised that he had not only seen that man before but that the man who was covered in blood n viscera nd exclusively dark clothing used to wear pretty fabrics nd jewelry and laugh and entertain people instead of viciously slaughtering them once. Elli didn't really remember him but Gortash eventually 'confessed' that he knew what he did in his past which elli laughed off followed by a death threat cuz the chosen of Bhaal can't possibly have done things like that. Over time he grew comfortable with it again tho and at some point Gortash got some stuff imported from calimport for him as a lil pick me up to remind them of easier times.

Elli can't play instruments for shit though, his skill exclusively lies in moving his body and that did come in handy in combat for him, which he sort of used as an excuse to still dance from time to time where no-one could see or when he was sure he was disguised sufficiently so no-one would be able to tell it was him. He sometimes tries to remember what happened back then but he can't really pinpoint ever meeting Gortash, so he kind of just grew to believe him and admire his skill to remember cuz, as an elf, his memory is sort of warped due to their difference in how they perceive time anyway. He was also still using the name his family gave him back in Calimshan, but since they were never formally introduced, Gortash wouldn't find out about his actual name until a long time later.

[bitchkay]

Free anonymous ask to talk about Quartus and any headcanons you have about him lmao

Heck, make this about a fanfic if you want

Talk about him, go crazy, go stupid, go batshit insane even

[Ask received: oct 2nd]

You dont fucking understand I'm so fucking feral about him.

Its the fact I should probably be embarrassed about it but yall I'm too far gone😣😣

You know how you see comments like "oh I hear sumn puring😼😼" that was me.

Literally as soon as that man came on the screen I was like 'oh... *gulp*... why my pussy thumpin--'

Like bro is saying the most horrifying, terrible shit and I'm like

I'd literally let that man do unspeakable things to me.

Quartus was introduced in the second to last chapter of book four so in the last chapter yk when Secondus was introduced literally as soon as he popped up on the screen I was like "Hi daddy😋" OUT LOUD‼ LIKE I SAID THAT SHIT‼

IM SO FUCKING DELUSIONAL YALL IM SO MENTALLY ILL ABOUT HIM

Bro said this —THIS EXACT SCREENSHOT TOO- and I was like... I need to fuck him right this minute😋😋

Yall I'd let him face fuck me until I throw up all over it.

I'd literally let him ruin me.

Tear me the fuck apart.

I'm but a hole.

I'd literally let that man use my mouth as a cum dumpster.

My throat is a daycare.

As soon as he has an erection I'm on my fucking knees. Tongue out. Ready to serve. Bent over. Pussy wet. Cock sleeve ready to be filled.

I wanna be fucked.

I want him to fuck me.

Yall do not fucking understand, every and all ounce of decorum just goes straight out the fucking window

He can misgender me and I'd call it degradation bitch I'm moaning louder‼

Slap me around like a whore‼

Quartus: *literally just on the screen*

Listen

I'm not gon lie yall.

I'm so horny rn--

Nah cus look, the gold chain is enough for me.

BUT THE RINGS--⁉️⁉️

IM LITERALLY OUT OF COMMISSION

IM DONE

IM FUCKING DONE

IM SO FUCKING FERAL YALL

no cus--

YALL--

those rings will be covered in cum when hes done with me.

listen--

WHEN HES KNUCKLES DEEP IN MY--

im gonna cry yall.

I want that gold chain swinging in my face while he wrecking my shit up.

That goddamn necklace be slapping me in the face and shit all while hes plowing me into oblivion.

HIS DICK IS SO BIG YALL😭😭

YALL

NAH CUS HIS DICK IS SO BIG YALL IM GOING INSANE

it's so meaty and thick--

MY BRAIN IS BRAINING YALL

Oh I bet it's heavy too--

IM SHORT CIRCUITING

I probably wouldn't even be able to take it🤭🤭

It's like shoving a sausage into a key hole😳

He'd make it fit tho😋(by force)

Yall lucky I'm flexible, bro would break my fucking back

Fortunately for me I have scoliosis so my back would hurt either way😼😼

HE HAS BOOBS YALL

BIG BEEFY BOOBIES MMMFFHSHSHIWHENDMDKDHDHD--

I'm not okay.

I'm so unwell yall🤒

This how you know I'm gone😵💫💫

Cus all self respect I ever had for myself just goes flying out the windows poof💨 gone

It's not even like bro is morally grey, bro is just evil and I fuck with it😋

I wanna fuck w/ him👁👁

I wanna fuck him.

Yall I think I been celibate for too long-- LMFAOO--

Cus yall I want him so bad

I need him to be injected into my bloodstream(sexual)

Literally toss me arround like a slut😵

I will be nothing if not a concubine for him.

Quartus can literally break all my bones and I'd cum.

Like it's crazy

I'd drink his cum like a fucking milkshake yummy

Fill me up daddy😩😩

Me when he's done w/ me:

I'm not okay yall

Like I'm so out of sorts rn😣✨

He can kill me and I'd just like "harder daddy😋😋" like I'm so fucking crazy

Like bro literally showed up on screen and worked his way into my fucking prefrontal cortex.

This man makes my mars sign go haywire like I'm so fucking horny for him😣😣

Yall I think I need a lobotomy--

Like I need to fixed

I'm so not normal

I'm not okay

I'm so fucking unwell

I need Quartus literally inside my body.

I'm literally just a vessel. A hole. A pussy.

Bro showed up on the screen and made me his bitch.

[whimsycore]

I just wished the Muslim community would acknowledge the nasty way it treats its converts like the minute we convert we're expected to know everything. Muslim converts especially if they're Afro diasporic are held at such a high standard like the MINUTE we mess up its seen as if we're less than. And i know this because I've met white and Asian converts and neither of those groups get judged as harshly. My mothers been in veil since she was at least 19, she's studied Quran but because she's not fluent in Arabic, because she's not from an "acceptable group" she's seen as lower. Because of her light skin you can tolerate her but the minute you ask what country she's from...the minute you find out she's a convert...she disgusts you? Like we're....being killed off and this is the shit our community sees as important; where you're from, how long is your Muslim lineage, and how much Arab do you have in your blood.

I literally hated being black and Muslim growing up because....neither group supported me but the older I get...the more I learn that it wasn't the black community that wronged the Muslim community but the other way around. Like I've been a hijabi my entire life and I guess that's the ONLY thing that makes nonblack Muslims respect me which amazes me because as a Muslim I know MOST Muslim women aren't in veil like but just to get....a semblance of respect I have to act a certain way, dress a certain way and speak it to own a right that I should already have as person because as a Muslim that's what you're /supposed/ to do. The more I think about this community the angerier I get.

[iplayghoul]

𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

pairing:: geto suguru x afab! reader

warnings:: mentions of many kinks/fetishes or sex thingies including car sex, threesomes, voyeurism/exhibition, open relationships, leading yall on with unfinished sex scenes, overstimulation & sexual torture, degradation, weapon play, blood kink ments.

author's note:: this is def my fav ive written even tho i did procrastinate with this just just bc ive already done these kinks for my favs (gojo and toji) DIS IS EXTRA LONG YALL ENJOYY😭❗️reblogs n comments much appreciated, ignore typos.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐬 he's wild, risky and enjoys a good time. that being said, his kinks might not all be in common with his best friend gojo. regardless, besties share things! one of them may or may not be you.

car sex: he always acts so dark and mysterious wit you all the time 🙄 what he really loves is taking you out on a road trip, an hour long drive at most, on dark rainy days at late hours of the night. you pick up some coffee for the ride, along with ham and cheese sandwhiches and just drive off onto the barely populated roads where he stops the car. you've both eaten your little meals by now and with the ac blasting, he moves past you into the back seat. the ambience of the rain and gloomy weather, together with the cold ac and good food is geto's number one kink. it gets him rock hard just thinking about finger fucking the shit out of you 'til you squirt on his leather seats, then pressing you up against the glass so he can drill his cock into you and fog up the windows.

threesomes: he adores sharing you. not just with anyone of course, but him and gojo. the two get so giddy over the idea of stuffing your mouth and pussy at the same time. forcing their meaty dicks into your pussy at the same time, or filling both your ass and cunt to the brim. you name it, they'll do it to you. he loves the idea of seeing you covered in cum and leaking it, and if he can't achieve that on his own; he can count on gojo to help him out ;)

speaking of sharing! what's an open relationship to geto? now idk what he'd call it, but it fills him with pride, boosts his ego and makes him so fucking hard when you ask for permission to make out with another person in front of him. by his rules, making out with and/or fucking another person is fine by him as long as he you ask for permission, he knows the person or you do it in front of him. he's not one to deal with cheaters, it would be best to ask his exes who have cheated, except you can't. cheating to geto is doing anything flirtatious or sexual with another person without him knowing about it. simple! wanna make out with another girl at the bar? make it messy. want him to take another guys tongue down his throat? he'll do it, cuz' yall's relationship is 50/50 😋😋 now this brings me to my next point.

voyeurism & exhibitionism: he is not ashamed of yall's sexual connection and i really mean it. whether its inviting two of your mutual friends to fuck for you both to see in yall's bed or fucking as a dare in the middle of a group of friends, he's down for whatever. "I'm down for anything, I'm down for whatever. I'm a slut, get me lit, I dare you." he wants you to be a slobbery mess of embarrassment in front of your friends, he wants them to out their hands on you. touching, squeezing, sucking on your tits while he fucks you. others holding your legs back up into the air so you can't put them down when he pounds into you and even a second cock from one of his friends coming to stuff your mouth while yall complete the dare. either way, he's going to make sure you're wrecked.

overstimulation & sexual torture: he likes to have all your 5 senses occupied while you have sex or make love. your favourite r&b song playing in the background, a scented candle lit, a blindfold: soaked, covering your eyes, the smoothness of geto's sweaty and dewy skin against yours and the taste of his lips on yours. all while he licks into your mouth and rolls his hips to slap against yours as he fucks you deep and slow. it's a torturous pace and while most days he has your skin slapping against the sheets with how forceful he's fucking you or tied up with a vibrator on your clit, some days he takes things slow. a little too slow. sometimes he enjoys overstimulating you with multiple orgasms, but he finds that fucking you way too slow 'till you come gives him a way better reaction. the slow drag of his tip against the walls of your cunt, scratching at your g-spot, makes your pussy ache and he refuses to speed up 🙄 edging you on with little words and a slow roll of his thumb on your clit.

degradation: he loves you, he really does and assuming you have an embarrassment kink and degradation kink as well, he reads you for filth. in the same sex scene as my previous point, you whine and kick your feet under him so he can move faster. you can't even see what he's doing but the blindfold is already wet with your tears, throat sore from your gasps and complaints for him to go faster. "baby please, fuck, i– i can't c'mon," your words are fumbled around in deep breaths. "ya' don't have any fuckin' shame? huh? told you to take what you get. don't fuckin' piss me off or I'll leave your cunt right here." he always looks you in the eyes, dark, not like you can see it. "fuckin' look atchya', so fuckin' needy and can't listen to simple orders," he leans more over you and offers a wet slap to your cheek. you lick your lips, eyebrows furrowed and trying not to cry more than before. "fuck— please, babe– jus' wanna cum, shit!"

and finally, weapon play: i did go a little crazy on this post but let me just say this. gun, knife or chains, geto uses it all on you. he often ties you up in bruising chains and takes the knife to your neck, letting it caress your skin, down to your breasts and tickling your torso. he indulges himself in licking the little droplets of blood that surface, careful not to cut his love deeply. other times, depending on what you ask for, (he's such a service dom btw im not gonna get into it...) he'll put the gun in your mouth while he fucks you. it's loading with one bullet instead of six for the risk but he never pulls the trigger despite it.

— listen and if yall are one to do it, i truly believe all these kinks are vice versa between you two, dont get it twisted. masterlist.

[saninthebuilding]

"trust me, okay?" - midoriya

summary: midoriya feels like shit. but he has you.

word count: 1k

warnings: swearing, emotions (ew), angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, denial, mention of struggle, pre-established relationship

a/n: yall i get. we're sensing a theme here. but i started reading the manga after the latest episode n i swear i just wanna hug this poor boy.

hope you enjoy it <3

-

walking up the stairs, i gripped the handle and pushed open the door to the second floor dorms. as i continued down the hall, i scanned the name tags lining the walls, looking for midoriya's.

i hope he's okay.

saying today was shit would be the understatement of a lifetime.

training was tougher than usual today, because aizawa-sensei had decided to surprise us with realistic hero training- except the villains were teachers. it was nothing like what we had done before, which was usually fine for our class.

but midoriya wasn't having it today.

to start, blackwhip had been a complete bitch. first the stupid thing made it hard for midoriya to summon it. and when he did, the god-damned quirk made sure he couldn't get it under control or use it at all.

this caused him to get flung around the room, crashing into walls and in turn causing debris to fall everywhere. students were rushing to get out of the way, and if aizawa-sensei hadn't used his quirk on midoriya, midoriya would have probably ended up destroying not only the training ground but also himself.

though technically it would have been blackwhip's fault.

afterwards, we had lessons with class b and vlad-sensei. and monoma made it his life's mission to taunt midoriya for being "useless" and "a burden" on everyone around him. kirishima and i shut him up real fast, but that didn't lighten the blow those words had on midoriya himself.

and as soon as the day ended, he rushed off to the dorms, saying he had homework to do and that he'd see me in class the next day. he hadn't met my eyes, and before i could even get a word out he had sped away.

i swear to god i'm going to kill monoma tomorrow.

finding midoriya's door, i raised my fist and knocked twice.

"midoriya?"

silence.

i knocked again, "midoriya? it's me."

still silence.

trying my hand at the doorknob, i'm surprised when i find it open. brows furrowed, i pushed open the door, and take a step into his dorm room. closing the door behind me, i walk further, and am greeted with a seemingly empty room.

my heart dropped, and i could feel myself starting to panic.

where the fuck is he?

"midoriya...?"

looking around, i spot a figure huddled under the covers on the bed.

oh no.

making my way around the pile of training clothes and sheets of paper dumped unceremoniously around the floor, i take a seat on the bed next to him.

"hey, sweetheart. it's me."

there's silence, and after a few moments midoriya shifts, peeking out from under the blankets.

his eyes are red, and there are tear tracks covering his face. his cheeks are flushed, and he stares at me for a quick second before it seems to click. it's me.

and suddenly he's pushing himself up.

"o-oh! y/n-chan! oh my god, i-"

rubbing his hands over his face, midoriya practically throws himself off the bed, stumbling over himself in an attempt to get away.

"i'm so sorry, i'm just- i just have to go to the washroom-"

seeing him rushing away again, i stand up.

"mido, wha-"

he turns to me, forcing a smile onto his face.

there he goes again with his "don't worry about me" bullshit, i think angrily,

it looks ridiculous, that smile of his- with the tears still streaming down his face and his bloodshot eyes. but he waves his hands in the air all the same, as though trying to dismiss my words.

"sorry, i'm just tired. i'm just gonna run to the washroom, don't worry! i'm fine, really! so-"

he spins toward the door, but i'm faster. frustration rising, i grab his arm before he can leave the room and yank him towards me on the bed. flipping him over, i trap him between me and the sheets, glaring down at him.

"don't do that" i snap, anger pushing through my concern for him.

"what?" he protests, "i'm fine, i swear! i just-"

leaning down, i press my lips to his, effectively cutting off his next few words. he lets out a startled noise, but stops fighting me after a few seconds as he begins to kiss me back.

his lips are wet, and he tastes like salt, which i know is because of the tears, but i say nothing as i hold him a little closer.

i'm seriously going to kill monoma tomorrow.

pulling away, i stare down at him, softening as i take in how he averts his gaze, this time because of embarrassment.

at least he's not avoiding me completely.

gently cupping his jaw, i guide his face to mine in an attempt to have him look at me, and he reluctantly raises his head to meet my gaze.

"don't lie to me, alright? i know today was tough, and you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. i'm not going to force you. but just... trust me, okay?"

midoriya nods slowly, and i can see his eyes are starting to water again. sighing, i roll us over so that i'm lying against the pillows spread out on his bed, and he's resting on my chest. pushing his head into my shoulder, i weave my fingers into his forest green curls.

letting the silence of the room swallow us up, he clings to my shirt and takes deep breaths to calm himself, and i let him relax against me as i untangle the occasional knots that i find in his hair.

"you need to remember that when we got together, it wasn't just because. it was a promise. i am yours just as you are mine, and that means i'm going to be here for you."

i look down and find him gazing up at me, biting his lip in an attempt to keep his tears at bay.

i plant a soft kiss on his forehead, before smiling at him.

"all you gotta is trust me, darling. i'm right here."

he lets out a sheepish laugh, before burying his face into my neck.

"thank you y/n."

"i love you, midoriya."

[that-fic-girl]

So Monty is jealous? What about jealous reader?

You walk into Monty pounding into Roxanne, with her digging into his back.

‘What the fuck?’ Is all you think, while you stand there appalled as you watch them both release.

You had liked the two of them for so long.

And they didn’t include you on something like this?

That was it for you, you slammed the door shut and stormed towards Freddy (poor guy-)

Pulling Freddy by his paw, he wasn’t ready at ALL

But maybe he was, since he turned quite willing quite fast.

(AND IF MONTY AND ROXANNE WALK IN ON YALL? BONUS POINTS BONUS POINTS)

I’m tryna include more characters, forgive my desperate need for Monty

yes.

yes yes yes yes yes butterflies in my stomach reading that yes.

OKAY

Glamrock Freddy x AFAB reader

TW: swearing, NSFW THEMES, fingering, jealous fucking

you were gob smacked.

How could they be so ignorant towards your feelings?

there you were, stood at the crack of Monty's greenroom door, witnessing Roxanne getting her back blown by a certain green gator you had your eyes on for a while now.

In all honesty, you had your eye on both for a while now. BUT NOT JUST THEM

Freddy and Chica are kind and sweet, they treat you with so much care. Monty was funny and caring and always kept you company, Roxanne was fierce and elegant and she would always protect you.

So obviously, YOU FELL FOR ALL OF THEM OBVS

But the idea Monty and Roxy were doing it WITHOUT YOU? Didn’t really sit right.

“What. The. Fuck.”

You blurted out.

Both of their heads instantly snapped at you

“SHIT- Y/N I'm so sorry oh my god-”

Roxanne tried to cover herself whilst Monty tried to catch up to you at the door, trying to explain the situation.

“No no no no you guys have your fun, I don’t care”

And with that, you slammed the door in his face.

You were frustrated and couldn’t get any work done, Freddy noticed your strange behavior and decided to address it.

“Hey, y/n. I have noticed you seem- well... Agitated? Is there anything that is upsetting you?”

You sighed and turned your body to him.

“Well, kinda? Listen, it’s not a big deal, let us just get your checkup finished yeah?”

He nodded his head and you both your way to his greenroom.

“Stupid fucking wires...”

You fidget through his chest cavity to get a good look inside to see if there was any damage, but you just got angrier by the second.

This was bothering Freddy, he loved you and he didn’t like seeing you upset.

“superstar, please tell me what is wrong. You are worrying me”

You turned your head up to face him, moving the strands of hair from your vision.

“You really wanna know?”

He nodded his head.

Getting up from your knees, you moved your hand out of his chest and closed the plate, signaling him to sit down.

You threw your head into your hands, trying to come up with a way to word this without freaking the poor man out.

“Look- um... you see, I've had my fair share of relationships and feelings of... Attraction to people but I've never exactly had them towards 4 robots.”

His head perked up at that, showing a glimpse of excitement and shock.

“And when you see them... Doing... Certain things without you? I don’t know man it just makes me jealous I guess”

Now he was the speechless one.

He loved you more than anything and hearing you reciprocate his feelings broke something in him.

He places his hand over yours

“Would you like me to... perform these certain things with you? It could make you feel better”

He suggested.

Your face grew red. Flustered, you leaned into his chest.

“That would be nice”

You mumbled into his him.

“Come on, darling. Speak up”

“I-I would like that”

With that, he smirked.

Freddy picked you up and placed your back onto his sofa, stroking the inside of your thigh.

“you're going to be good for me, aren't you?”

God your stomach was doing backflips

WHO KNEW A ROBOT COULD BE SO HOT???

You nodded your head desperately, wanting to feel his touch.

He pulled your pants off, tugging on the waistline of your underwear.

“So pretty and wet for me, I can't wait to be inside you”

He pulled your panties down and slowly pushed a finger inside

His desperation was showing. Could he even feel desperate? Could he really be able to feel all of this was his question?

Well, whatever he was feeling, it was definitely turning him on more.

He moved his finger slightly, letting you adjust to the feeling.

As he moved faster and faster, pounding you with his hand, you filled the room with moans and cries of pleasure.

“F- fu!-“ you attempt.

“Ah, no language, star.”

You ignored him obviously, moving your hips to the rhythm of his hand.

You felt yourself coming to the edge, your walls tightening around his digits.

“a-ah! Okok stop for a-a minute-!”

You pleaded, smacking his hand.

“oh, darling, did I do something wrong?”

“no no, Freddy, I just want to cum with you.”

You scared the poor bear half to death. He felt relieved.

He pulled his length out and slightly teased your pulsing hole.

“Fuck… p–please... oh, you’re so attractive...” his words came in whines, making your self–control crumble

you groaned as his length began to enter your hole

⠀⠀ “o–oh, stars…” he groaned, subtly quivering against you. you stayed still for a second before you began gyrating your hips, leaning over to leave sloppy kisses over his exposed chest.

His thrusts become sloppier and more desperate; you could tell he was close.

“Come on, big guy. Cum in me”

You pleaded.

Your words broke him as he came undone, ruining your hole.

Both of you shook as you came to an edge, painting your walls with his juices.

You let out a pleasuring scream, signaling him you came.

As he pulled himself out of you, he fell onto your chest, letting out a sigh

“someone seems tired”

You smirked, stroking the top of his head’

“haha- yeah superstar, I am”

He nuzzled into you

“what. The. Fuck"

You snapped your head to see a certain gator, accompanied by a certain wolf stood at the door.

It was your turn to cover yourself up now.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

If you do Toji, I beg for some toji chubby chaser headcanons. I'm STARVING here😥

*dusts off shoulders and rolls up sleeves* alrighty, let's get to work

Tbh i lowkey don't like Toji's personality but i tried my best to make some general headcanons for you babe 🤧💕

CW: chubby fem reader, smut, not beta read bc im just a lil worm and i dont do that skskksks

Ok let's one thing straight

Mans is the biggest chubby chaser on the planet sksksk

He loves some extra cushion to grab onto so if you're curvy/plump/fat/whatever you wanna call yourself, he is THERE, he's right next to you asking for your number sksksk

Like if you've got a curvy milf bod, he's already looming over you and callin you mommy which? um? Hello? Police??

No but he loves thicc girls with his whole heart

There's so much to squeeze and grab and you best believe he's pawing at every inch of you like he's about to fall off a ledge and he's holding on for dear life

You're gonna be COVERED in marks babe, im sorry if you have somewhere to be, your best bet is to just cover yourself up

He is absolutely RUTHLESS in bed good LORD

He's gonna beat your pussy up so bad that they'll need dental records to identify her

I'm talking slapping, biting, smacking, gripping you so hard you get BRUISES jesus christ dude, if you don't chill out imma have you arrested for domestic violence i swear—

He rarely has soft moments

He's probably a fuck buddy at most bc let's be honest this man is not built for a relationship

It's not you babe! He's just trash sksksk please do not let him be any more than that bc he is gonna leave and break your heart and come back three months later to fuck and raid your fridge alexa play aint shit by doja cat sksksk

But by all means, keep him around for a good time every now and then bc you deserve to get your back blown out 😌

ANYWAYS

He's v good in bed and he's cocky about it too

He's way too good for a crusty nobody like him 😤

He finds your clit v easily and just plays with you until you're begging for his dick

And even then he doesn't give you want you want, he's a MENACE

Wants that pretty chubby pussy to squirt all over him before he fucks your brains out

He's obsessed with watching his dick push past your plump lips and slip into that ushy gushy pussy that he loves oh so much

He's got one hand on your chub at all times

Could be titty, ass, love handle, belly: he's just gotta hold onto you while he rails that pretty pussy

Likes pressing down on your belly and saying "im right here, baby. Ya feel me?"

Fav position: mating press are yall really fuckin surprised sksksks

Cmonnnnn, just let him push your knees up to your shoulders

He just wants to see your chubby bits fold up, your pretty plump pussy soaked and twitching helplessly :(

He's not gonna use a condom, don't even try to convince him bc he refuses

He wants to stuff you so full of cum that he can't fit his cock inside anymore 🤧

He mayyyyyyyy have a breeding kink sksksk like he loves creampies, the baby's just an epilogue

Shit, you already look like a milf, might as well give ya a baby pls don't have a baby with this man, take your birth control

Stretch marks make him hard sksksk

He sees those sexy tiger stripes and he's ready to risk it all

Tosses you over his shoulder way too often sksksk

Like "ayyyyyy babayyy, wanna see how strong i am? Ayee, want me to hold you up while we fuck? No? Too bad"

He's annoying and selfish most of the time but he's actually a pretty decent cook and makes you something most of the time before he dips

He acts like he doesn't care most of the time, but he still makes sure that you're alright after yall have sex

He'll pick you up if you're too weak to walk and keep you steady in the shower may or may not go another round if you're able to stand on your own

Usually jumps ship when yall are done fuckin, but over time he starts sleeping over, holding onto you tightly for at least a couple hours

He starts coming over to your place not just for sex, but to rest and recuperate, bringing along takeout and some drinks

He even invited you to the races (you said no bc who wants to go watch their fuck buddy lose all their money betting on horses?) which was weird bc he's never invited you anywhere before

He's protective of you too, always questioning who you're texting, mumbling something about how you shouldn't get involved with random guys bc they could be dangerous

You always brushed his actions off as normal "aLpHa MaLe" behavior, but you started questioning his intentions when he started grunting strange phrases during sex

"Look at you, so sweet and precious for me, my good girl"

"You love my dick, dontcha? Best dick you ever had, right? You don't need nobody else when I make you feel this good"

"Fuck, love this hot fat cunt. It's all mine, all mine."

"God, I love your body, you're so fucking good fer me. Fuck, I love you"

You never brought it up afterwards, pretending like you didn't hear anything he said or just didn't care

He's not a perfect man: he's reckless and cruel and selfish, but maybe if he grows up a bit and realigns his morals, you might join him to one of those lil races he's so fond of