#there is a slight height difference because i am using different bodies for them

[blackwolf7]

i got the white cane from a hasbro toy so here are some new photos

[haruchi-slit]

"CONCEALED CHARMS!"

synopsis: jjk men reacting to reader who has small chest!

characters: sukuna, toji, nanami, suguru and satoru

warnings: | sukuna's part: reader is one of sukuna's concubine + nipple play + fingering | toji's part: cunnilingus + nipple play + fingering + slight edging | nanami's part: comfort + p in v + passionate sex (?) | suguru's part: comfort + p in v + lots of kissing (?) | satoru's part: shower sex + p in v + comfort | minors you were warned do not interact

Sukuna:

The king always wonders why his favorite concubine does not take her kimono fully whenever they had sex he was wondering why and it makes his head hurt, does she have a hidden mouth in her chest? no, no, no a mere concubine wouldn't have that, maybe she has a lot of scars? no her skin is like a porcelain. impossible. he wonders to himself. one day he couldn't take much more of it so he orders Uraume to come and get you to his chambers.

"my king, you called?" you murmured closing the doors behind walking towards the king.

he's sitting on the edge of the bed, he stood up, looking down because of the height difference,

"why do you not take your kimono every time we had sex?" he straight up asked, it caught you by surprise...

"o-oh i thought it wasn't necessary nor important that's why..i-"

"you're lying woman." he frowns "what no no no my lord i am n-" you retort before he lifts your weight and bounced you lightly on the soft mattress, "my king you really don't have to see my chest! it's not an important matter!" you resist but Sukuna is just so eager to see what's under your kimino he flicks his fingers together dismantling your kimono and so as your undergarments, your arms were quick to cover your chest, grabbing the sheets of king's mattress. "ah~ is this why you're always covering your chest? how cute." he says as he puts his weight on the mattress crawling towards you, he snatched the sheets you're gripping to with his other arm, "were you afraid that I'm going to replace you because of your chest?" he teased, "y-yes my lord, i was" "how pitiful..." he lets off a sadistic sigh as he grabs your arms revealing your cute small tits, it had his mouth watering, "there's no need to hide, brat..." Sukuna chuckles as he latched his mouth on one of your perked nipples giving them attention that they need, now he's not wondering anymore. now he can focus on giving the attention that they need, he wonders why you hid them away for such a long time. sukuna knows that he have seen many boobs in his lifetime but yours was definitely one of a kind. you moaned softly while he enjoyed your little titties popping them out using his tongue as his other arms and hands pleased your cunt, his tongue placed in his stomach, roaming on your body, at this point his pleasure is not one of his priorities, yours is...

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Toji:

"shit toji- that's the spot..." you rambled tugging your hands on his hair. This is the third time you and toji got intimate since the two years of your relationship and he hasn't seen you fully nude, yes he has seen your cunt but he hasn't seen your chest, for now, not that he minds he's just curious why. how is he still not yet to notce that you're flat chested? cause you wear push up bras, that's why he hasn't questioned why you don't want to remove your t-shirt. but today the curiosity got to him. "can you remove your t-shirt?" he murmured sending vibration on your clit, "why- so sudden? you never asked me to remove them" you'd debate "it's just...i want to see you nude that's why, you've seen me nude so why can't i see you?" Toji continues while lapping on your pussy, you were nervous, so nervous..."toji- i i can't. i think I can't" you whispered Toji's eyebrows knit "what do you mean you can't?" "it's just- you'll be disappointed" you sucked your lips between your teeth, "disappointed in what? it's not that I'm forcing, I'm just really curious why you never took them off..." he says with a lingering doubt and curiosity as he scissors his fingers in you. you let out a deep sigh and used your elbows to support your weight, you proceed to tug on your shirt revealing your push up bras, toji was too busy eating you up that he didn't even noticed, until he looks up to you, you're completely flustered it was a mix of embarrassment and arousal. toji continues to eat you out with his tongue while looking up to your flustered face, your arms that's covering your chest is what caught his attention. "hah...what is there to hide baby girl? I've literally seen your cunt" Toji says inching his mouth away from your pussy he used his hand to slick his hair back, to take a better look on you, "heh...now i see why" he smirks wiping your juices from his mouth, eyeing at your chest, "why hide this pretty tits of yours princess? were you shy?" you nod "you're so cute when you admit something yea? reminds me when you first confessed to me hah" he uttered ghosting his way to your body once again, swiftly unhooking your push up bras revealing your erected nipples it looked so cute, fuck it looked so scrumptious he swore he almost drooled. Toji wanted to suck your nipples, but not yet, not just yet, he traced his hand on your sensitive nipples, gently pinching tight circles on your tits, making you arch and squirm, your own drool was dripping to the side of your lips, now he decides to lock his mouth to one of your boob and you swore you almost shot stars, "fuckkkk to'ii mhm" you mewled as his finger inserts in your pussy, it felt that good. after that he never ever lets you wear your t-shirts whenever the two of you make love. he says: "it's cute don't hide them away from mee!"

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Kento:

it's Saturday night and Kento is very frustrated in work, he's supposed to come home by now but he was asked to work overtime, despite not being home for almost a week he was forced to stay over time, by the time he got home it was already midnight and he was surprised that you were still awake waiting for him, eating ice cream and watching movies in Netflix. You rose from your seat and made your way to the hallway to greet him. "good evening, Kenn~" you chirped, planting a soft peck on his lips to which he warmly responded to. "why are you still awake, darling?" he inquired. without missing a beat, you replied, "waiting for you, of course"you tinged with a mischief tone. "did you missed me?" he asks once more "of course i did ken..." you buried your face on his chest, "soo much" you babbled, his lips tugged a small smile as he ruffled your hair, colliding his lips to yours once more.

he admits, that he's not just frustrated cause of work, he was also frustrated of being away from you, this was not the longest time the two of you were separated, but still, nanami missed you, your scent, your presence, your touch- most of all your fucking cunt. there's just one thing that he always had his mind on, why you always wear your over sized shirts while having intimate sessions with him, and it's been going on for years now, but he never questioned that cause it wasn't a trouble for the both of you so he lets you be, it never bothered him until this day.

your legs sprawled in the thick atmosphere of lust as Nanami bucks his hips on you, his balls slapping eagerly on your ass, your arms and hands were locked on his neck, toes curling, back arching and eyes rolling back in to the depths of your skull. "Kento- fuckkk" you wailed, fat beads of tears pooled down from your eyes as he lets out all his frustration on you, "were you waiting for me because you wanted me to fuck you?" he groans drilling his fat cock in your cunt, "yesyesyess" you whined, nodding repeatedly as he carves your womb with his cock. groans were heard echoing in your shared bedroom, Kento noticed that you were sweating so much that it made your clothes damp, he sees this as a opportunity to get you to take your shirt off, "how bout you take that shirt off, baby?" he murmured burying his head on the valleys of your neck, you thought, it's about time to let him know that you're flat, you've been hiding your chest from him ever since, wearing bras with big foams so he won't notice, while being fucked dumb your head was clouded with thoughts, "Nanami- do you like girls with flat chest?" your tongue slipped, as the sound traveled to your ear you realized it sounded so embarrassing, Nanami chuckles at your sudden question, "what do you mean?" "n-nothing!" you stutter "take your shirt off baby, i don't want you to be soaking with your own sweat" lie, Nanami's not the type of guy to lie but he's fucking itching to see you full naked body, thinking about it just makes his fucking mouth drool, you kissed your teeth with your lips as you hesitate looking on the opposite direction it's about time you let him know!

fuck it you thought to yourself. you pulled your head up, positioning yourself in a sitting position before tugging your shirt and bra off he watched all of it, while jerking his cock in your sopped pussy, kento's eyes widen, but it wasn't because he was disappointed, he realized that you were hiding your chest because you thought it'll matter to him, he sees your face flushing to bright pink, he ghost's his lips to yours kissing you so deep and passionately, in which you responded too, you kissed till the both of you were out off breath, "don't ever think that your body's appearance would change my love towards you, you're beautiful...i love you so fucking much" he grunts kissing your forehead, "f-fuck thank you nanaminn~!" you sobbed, "fuck, look at how cute your tits are".

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Suguru:

this man's always been so mesmerized by your body, your personality and all, the way your clothes perfectly fits your curves, the way you move in such graceful ways, he's on his knees for you, he's always been drawn to your confident and alluring demeanor, as he got to know you more telling you that he love you so much, he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you. He loved every inch of you, but one day, as he was caressing your body, he realized something that shook him, while he had always admired your gorgeous curves and full breasts, he suddenly noticed that they were not as prominent as he had originally thought. In fact, as he ran his hands over your body, he realized that you were actually flat-chested.

At first, Suguru was taken aback. He couldn't believe that he had never noticed this before. But as he looked into your eyes, he saw the look of insecurity and fear in them

"S-suguru..." you uttered thinking that he might be disappointed... you've been hiding it from him since the beginning afraid that he'd judge you, and in that moment, he knew that it didn't matter to him. He loved you for who you were, not for the size of your breasts. he pulled you close to him, "y'know that it doesn't fucking matter to me, right? even if you looked like a pancake, I'd still love you.." he chuckle softly showering you with gentle kisses as he whispered sweet nothings of reassurance in your ear. He told you that he loved you just the way you were, that your body was perfect to him, and that he would love and cherish you no matter what. "i love you... don't ever think that you're not enough, you're more thatn enough"

you could feel the weight of your insecurities lift off your shoulders as he continued to caress and kiss your body, showering you with love and acceptance. And in that moment, you felt more beautiful and desired than ever before. sensing your newfound confidence, Suguru's hands began to roam over your body, caressing your thighs, moving his hands to your core, he was determined to show you just how much he loved and desired you, regardless of your breast size. He pulled you into a one deep passionate kiss, his lips hungrily seeking yours as his hands explored your body burning with lust. his touch was estatic, sending shivers down your spine as he worshipped your body with his hands and mouth, with each touch, each kiss, each whispered declaration of love, your insecurities quickly melted away. you were lost in a haze of pleasure and love, completely surrendering yourself to Suguru's touch,

as he entered your cunt, you could feel the intensity of his love and desire fueling every thrust. "holy- shiii s'guruu" you mewled rolling his name out off you pretty mouth as he showed you just how much he loved and, leaving you breathless and completely satisfied.

and as you both lay spent in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, you realized that Suguru's love for you was not based on your physical appearance. He loved you for everything that you were, and that was the most beautiful and empowering feeling of all. "i know you already know, but i love you" you whispered mischievously as you kissed his forehead, in which he responds with a witty chuckle pulling you into a bear hug.

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Satoru:

satoru had been spending more and more time at your apartment lately. ever since he insisted to join your bathing time, he seemed to always find an excuse to come over and spend time with you. and as much as you enjoyed his sweet company, you couldn't help but to feel self-conscious around him. you had always been too insecure about your body's appearance, specifically your flat chest. you had spent years hiding it away, wearing oversized clothes and avoiding situations where you would have to expose yourself.

but now that Satoru was around, you couldn't avoid it any longer. you knew he had seen you in your shower room, but you always made sure to cover yourself up as quickly as possible. However, today was different. You had been caught up in the moment, lost in the sensation of the warm water cascading over your body, when you heard the door to your shower room open. You quickly tried to cover yourself, but Satoru was already standing there, a smirk on his face.

"So this is where you've been hiding," he said, his eyes roaming over your body.

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, trying to cover your chest with your arms. But Satoru's eyes never left you, and you couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable under his gaze.

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered, not knowing what else to say.

Satoru chuckled, stepping closer to you. "there's no need to apologize. I like what I see."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing. you were used to being teased and mocked for your flat chest, but satoru seemed genuinely interested in you. before you could say anything else, he leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss.

his hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin. you couldn't help but moan against his lips, melting into his touch. satoru seemed to know exactly what he was doing, his hands finding all your sensitive spots and driving you crazy with desire.

he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as he reached your chest, his fingers teasing your nipples to hardness.

He pulled back, looking at you with a devilish smirk. "you're so responsive. I can't wait to see how you react to my touch."

and with that, he dropped to his knees, his mouth latching onto your nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down your spine. you couldn't hold back your moans any longer, your hands tangling in satoru's wet hair as the water runs down to your heated bodies, he sucked and licked at your chest, giving them the attention they deserve.

it wasn't until Satoru pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face, that you realized he had seen your flat chest. you braced yourself for the teasing and mocking, but to your surprise, Satoru merely leaned in and whispered in your ear, "You're perfect just the way you are."

and with that, he stood up and pulled you in for a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body once again. You felt a surge of confidence wash over you, feeling desired and wanted for the first time in a long time.

satoru led you to your bedroom, and the two of you fell on your bed in a tangle of limbs and passion. He didn't hold back, showing you just how much he desired you. he whispered dirty words in your ear, "good, fucking girl" he murmurs, his fingers finding all your sensitive spots and driving you crazy with pleasure.

you had never felt so much pleasure, satoru was dominant and in control, yet he made sure to worship every inch of your body, making you feel like the most beautiful person in the world rather the most perfect person in the whole entire universe.

as you both reached the peak of pleasure, satoru held you close, his lips pressed against your forehead. And in that moment, you knew that he accepted you for who you were, flaws and all. And that was all that mattered.

"goodness, your tits drives me crazy, girl!" he says plopping his body to your side catching his uneven breath.

a/n: i enjoyed writing this, cause as a woman with a flat ass chest...this is just mwaa! this is also self indulgent :p

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[scourgeofmyownbrain]

My siblings in Primus, holy fucking shit. I made an Optimus Height Chart. This took me.. SO LONG TO DO. Were y'all aware of how many Optimus designs there are?? Because I don't have all of them on this chart, and I still have TWENTY NINE (29, a 2 and a 9) out of the THIRTY SIX (36, a 3 and a 6) that exist. I didn't include the SEVEN (7) because either they were just a temporary upgraded form, or I already had multiple designs from that universe that were the same height and having all of them is redundant and repetitive.

40 fucking years and nearly as many distinct designs, I deserve a medal, honestly. Optimus has been in every single piece of media the Transformers franchise has ever made. Working on this in tandem with the Megatron one was a wild choice of mine, but I did it.

I included Optimus Primal on this chart. Both are named Optimus, I should not have to explain myself. Big Monkey and Big Truck are the same. No, your honour, I do not plead insanity; why do you ask?

Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character.

Links to my Bumblebee Chart and my Megatron Chart. !!NEW!! -> Shockwave, Soundwave, Ratchet, and Ironhide. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag. Hopefully, my bumblebee post is acting up and idk if the same issue will happen here.

Explanations below the cut because I have fucking WORDS to say. This is gonna be a long one... 29 separate designs...

G1 Beast Wars V1 - ~9 Feet (Primal. Straight from TFWiki, converted to feet and rounded, the tiniest baby man gorilla)

G1 Beast Machines - ~8 Feet (Primal. The wiki failed me, but I found a old forum discussion where they made a chart comparing all the BW/M characters. Glorious stuff, I commend their effort.)

G1 Beast Wars V2 - ~10 Feet (Primal. TFWiki with the clutch, I will not always be this lucky.)

Earth Spark - ~15 Feet (Prime. No official numbers have been given, but I have already figured out how tall Bee is, and I was able to compare the two and get a good estimate. This is the shortest non-animal universe to date holy shit. Look at this, I'm showing my work

I am having a conniption they are so short)

RID 2001 - ~16 Feet (Prime. TFWiki once more, we love one source for everything)

Unicron Trilogy V2&3/ENG&CYB - ~16 Feet (Prime. For the uneducated, the Unicron Trilogy has given each of its 3 seasons separate names and 3 separate art styles. These are the designs used in Energon (S2) and Cybertron (S3). The Wiki had Cybertron's numbers but not Energon's, so for my own sanity, I decided the two were the same height. I could have done something in between Cybertron's and Armada's (S1) numbers, but there was a lot of float between the two)

G1 Beast Wars V3 - ~16 Feet (Primal/Optimal Optimus, this is the result of a fusion between Primal and Prime. The TFWiki says this design is like 40 feet tall, but if that is true, Rattrap, a character stated to be 1.8m or ~6f tall across several sources across several different languages, is actually not that tall. So I call bullshit, this guy is 2.6 Rattraps tall, making him around 16f or 4.9m tall. Checkmate, I win)

Prime Wars V1 - ~17 Feet (Primal. Slight spoilers for further into this chart but I decided that the Prime Wars Trilogy and the Netflix Cybertron Trilogy Optimuses were the same height as the Gen 1 design, because they're nearly identical. So comparing Primal to Prime, Primal comes up to about Prime's tits, bada bing bada boom)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~17 Feet (Primal. Identical explanation to above, don't want to repeat myself)

One V1 - ~17 Feet 10 inches (Prime. Okay, the Wiki says 32.534 feet, and I call Bullshit. A: These numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon. I already stated all of this in my Bumblebee chart post, and I will be dying on this hill. This is as short as we see OP in the movie, him at his tallest should match his KCV height, he's never taller than Megsy, so knock a couple feet off the biggest number and voila, my brain hurts)

One V2 - ~18 Feet 10 Inches (Prime. Same explanation as above, but taller than he was without his cog, because he got bigger)

Gen 1 - ~19 Feet (Prime. TFWiki has saved me the effort of figuring it out myself)

Prime Wars - ~19 Feet (Prime. As I said before, since this design is identical to Gen 1, it is the same height)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~19 Feet (Prime. I've said it twice now, identical, therefore same height)

Knight/Capel-Verse - ~19 Feet 4 inches (Primal. No Robot height given, I have his monkey form height from TFWiki, but comparing him to Optimus he's only a few inches shorter)

Prime Wars V2 - ~ 20 Feet (Primal. Compared to Prime, Prime comes up to about Primal's nose area, and we all know how tall I think this Prime is)

Animated - 20 Feet 6 Inches (Prime. This number actually comes from @phoenix-inanis and the glorious calculations they have done on the TFA Characters. Go check it out, because animated has literally no actual numbers -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)

Knight/Capel-Verse - 20 feet 10 Inches (Prime. TFWiki has graced me with a number)

One V3 - ~20 Feet 10 Inches (Prime. If it's canon to KCV, then it's canon here. I've already told you my reasons)

Cyberverse - 21 Feet (Prime. Oh, shitty screenshot from a random Russian YouTube video; you treat me so well. I would adore a better scan of this if anyone has one)

RID 2001 V1 - 22 Feet 11 Inches (Prime. Technically, this number is for the Armada video game, which isn't exactly canon to the show. But I don't have any other numbers and my brain is tired, so CANON IT IS)

Aligned Cont. RID15 V1 - 25 Feet (Prime. I'm really proud of this one: I can already hear some of your questions. "But I thought his second form was as tall as his TFP V2 form, and this one was as tall as TFP V1," "but his V1 forms and V2 forms look like each other," You thought Wrong!! And I can Prove it!! Let's refresh ourselves on the height difference between TFP V1 Prime and Bee.

As we can see, Bee comes up to the top of Optimus's hips. Lovely. Now, let's look at RID15's height difference when Optimus first returns. Keep in mind that RID15 Bee and TFP Bee are the same height.

Look, Bee comes up to Optimus's chest in this form, not his hips. He comes up to a similar point on Bulkhead in the previous picture. Let's look at Prime's second form.

This is from the intro; yes, Bee is crouched, but look, if he stood straight he only comes up to about Prime's hips, JUST LIKE IN TFP!!! With this evidence, we can conclude that Prime's first RID15 form is similar in height to Bulkhead! I was so fucking excited to show y'all this, I was so proud of myself, I still am)

Bayverse V1 - 28 Feet (Prime. From the first 4 movies. Straight from TFWiki, because Mr. Michael Bay loves me)

Bayverse V2 - 29 Feet (Prime. Only in The Last Knight. Mr. Bay has lovingly kissed my forehead because he always gives me numbers for his movies)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC/TFP V1/RID15 V2 - 30 Feet (Prime. TFWiki/Fandom/Me respectively. I love you, Video Game Info Screens. I am still pretty syced about figuring RID15 out, oh I feel so good. Almost makes me forget about how FREAKISHLY HUGE this universe is. And how the games concretely prove this fact)

Aligned Cont. TFP V2 - 35 Feet (Prime. Yes this number comes from Fandom, but this entire universe is monstrously huge for no reason, I believe it. Go look at my Bee chart for more in-depth and insane rant about how huge this universe is compared to other universes, it's at the end of the post)

Not Pictured: Aligned Cont. Rescue Bots and Rescue Bots Academy Optimus Prime - 30 Feet. (Yes, Optimus in the Aligned Continuity has 7 distinct designs across the whole thing. I am in physical pain. SEVEN?? ONE GUY?? SEVEN??), Bayverse Optimus Prime Power Up - 40 Feet. (It's an upgrade form that does not stick around, why should I include it), RID 2001 Super Mode - ~21 feet (Optimus can turn it on and off at will, it's just an upgrade mode), Unicron Trilogy Energon & Cybertron Optimus Prime Super Mode - ~20 Feet (Once more, upgrade mode, it's like stilts, you don't count something you don't always have on.)

29 pngs, holy shit I've done it. This took so long. If anyone has any suggestions for which transformer I should aggressively analyze next please tell me I don't know which ones to do next.

Here are the different layers separated, just so you can see all the many Optimuses (Optimusi?) clearly. I know my og chart is crowded, there's 29 pngs on there you don't think I noticed?

[figgrrr0]

Hey hey Im back again!! I hope youre still open for accepting headcanon requests <33 this time i wanna req What is it like for Heizou, Xiao and venti (seperate) to date a fem!reader who is taller than them? (Nsfw or sfw is fine!)

Their girlfriend is taller than them

Characters: Heizou, Xiao, Venti // Reader: Female

Genre: Smut, only fluff for Xiao // CWs next to the corresponding character

Heizou

Cw: Body worship, height difference, mentioned high heels

• Would forget how tall you are until he walks up to you and is eye level with your chest. This would happen almost every single time. It doesn't even matter if you've got any skin showing, just the realisation of how tall you are compared to him will make him temporarily short-circuit. Heizou would lose all the confidence he'd strode up with, mentally criticising himself for forgetting, when, one: you're literally his girlfriend; he sees you every day! How could he forget? And two: it's his job to file away information about people and be able to recall it all in a moment's notice! The only way to stop him from kicking himself for this, is to bring his attention back to you. Now, this could very easily be done just by laughing a little at the annoyed expression on his face, but some good old physical touch will do the job even better. Though, this will also restore his boldness, so watch out, cause Heizou has a full arsenal of tactics to turn the nervousness back onto you.

• Because of how easy to reach they are, Heizou would be worshipping your breasts daily. I mean, they're the perfect height for him to just smush his face into. Not only that, I think he'd have a thing for just your overall height. Some of your limbs are obviously going to be longer than his own (arms, legs, torso, etc.), and the difference is going to be so interesting to him, plus its extra space for him to kiss and explore. Bonus points if you ever wear high heels. I really can't figure out why but I just think that Heizou would have a thing for height differences to his own disadvantage, but at the same time that'd just make him want to try and keep the control even more. It'd give him a pleasurable power trip.

Xiao:

Cw: Slight strength kink? Maybe a little, apart from that it's just fluff. Cuddling, clothes stealing.

• Your height would be oddly comforting to Xiao. He'd feel safer in your presence than most others, but he loves how easy it is for you to completely wrap yourself around his body when you're cuddling up together (I am a firm believer that Xiao is a little spoon. Fight me). Your arms and legs would be able to trap him, and though he isn't used to the touch, even just the thought of leaving to go and fulfill his duties isn't as appealing as feeling your body caging him in. But, what's even better, is that, despite how strong he is thanks to his powers as a yaksha, there's a possibility that if you were to lock your arms and legs together around him, he might find it harder to escape than expected... he's almost tempted to try it out one of these days.

• Oh, your clothes are big enough to fit him? Too big? Yeah, you're coming home to Xiao absolutely drowning in your sweaters. They're comfy, warm, and they remind him of you. Could he possibly get any cuter?! Probably, but he's feeling a little too shy at being caught stealing your clothes. He'd try making up an excuse, and a very poor one at that, but please don't let him take it off. After that first day, you likely won't see him wearing your clothes for about a month after that; but gradually, it just becomes something that you come home to more often than not, to the point that if he's not wearing some article of your clothing, you'll start to get worried that he's upset with you, as rare as that would be.

Venti:

• We all know that Venti would use any and all excuses that he could find to slip his hands under your clothes, shamelessly groping whatever skin his fingers can touch; usually your thighs or boobs, but even just feeling the heat from your stomach is fine (except for the fact that he always does it when his hands are extremely cold...). Unfortunately for you, this is usually just a ploy for him to be able to tickle you once you let your guard down. Being taller than him just gives him easier access, how is he supposed to resist?! And, he won't even need to use as strong of a gust of wind to see up your skirt... your height is doing half of the work already!

Cw: Groping, role reversal, implied cross-dressing

• He would be an absolute menace. Suddenly, every single item that he needs is too high up for him to reach... I wonder how that happened? Oh well, who cares? Cause now he needs your help to get it down! He likes playing up how much stronger your stature would imply that you are compared to him (even though he is a literal archon...). He's not-so-secretly turned on by the role reversal, since the guy in a relationship is most commonly the taller. But, you being taller than him and being able to help him with everything so easily is a one way ticket to unlocking his brattiness and laziness all mixed together. And, if you go along with his little games long enough? Well. I think it could potentially escalate to Venti trying on some skirts for you and making the role reversal even more prominent...

Thank you for reading! 🩷

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[slut4satoru-blog]

Parent-Teacher Conference—Toji Fushiguro-Zenin. +18 CONTENT MINORS DNI

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a singledad!Toji fic to fill my empty heart. i’m a slut for toji and i hope you guys are too. making this a 3 part series! please enjoyyyyyyy. 💜

content warnings: f!reader, AFAB, tiny kabedon, height difference, healthy age gap (6 years), trying my best to keep body descriptions to a minimum, hickeys, sex toys, marking, jealousy, slight possessiveness, oral (f!receiving), tiddie sucking <3, fingering, edging, public use of sex toy, pet names, and whatever else might had slipped my mind.

word count: 2.2k

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It’s been a busy 2 weeks with the PT conference being tomorrow. I have 0 time for myself. There’s two places I’m always at, either at school teaching my students or at home grading and preparing student reports. The end of the 10 weeks is always a mess. At least I teach High School, and my kids are so good they help me with the stuff.

There’s always a few students from each class that volunteer to help organize and store papers and that has helped me for sure. Like whenever Nobara, Yuuji and Megumi from my 10th grade class stay after school every Tuesday to help me out. They really are the best and I 100% could not survive without them. Talking about the kids, Megumi is really special. I’ve literally taught him since middle school, and it’s kind of funny because when I first started teaching him he would accidentally call me “mom” sometimes, his cute little face always made me smile. I remember when his mother passed away and I attended the service, it was the first time I saw his dad.

Toji Fushiguro, what a sight to remember. He was one of those people I knew I would never forget about. Year after year, conference after conference Toji and I’s friendship grew closer. Of course, always formal since he is my student’s dad. But there’s always a part of me that dreams of it being more than just that. The way he would slightly touch my hand with his fingers, acting as if nothing happened. Whenever he says “Hello” and puts his hand on my waist as he brings me in for a hug. I swear, one time that man was as hard as a rock and he just acted so normally. His tall, muscular build haunted me in my dreams.

Every single night, I would dream about him ravaging me in different positions. The way he would eat me out, fuck me senseless. I would imagine how he could roughly handle me and just how good he would feel inside of me, leaving me clenching around my fingers as I tried to satiate the need for his cock. However, every single morning I had to remind myself that it would never change. At least that’s what I always thought.

I decided to get up 1 hour earlier and get myself ready. Since today we had no class and I wasn't going to deal with any cooking, I wouldn’t have to wear my go-to chef uniform. Rummaging through my clothes, I decided to wear a simple emerald green and black pants suit, along with some 2 inch closed platforms. Also, I took the opportunity to wear some makeup and style my hair since I rarely got the chance to do so in school.

Once I arrived at the Jujutsu Technical School campus I quickly went up to finish setting up my lab to greet the parents and guardians of my students. For each parent student teacher conference I would have the kids make something for their families so they could snack as they picked up the grades for the quarter and discuss some details with me. They all decided to make some cake pops and they looked adorable. Some are movie themed, others by colors and even by aesthetics. Kids these days, am I right? When I finished everything I decided to sit patiently at my desk and wait for all of the parents to arrive.

Not to my surprise, Toji arrived first. I could sense his presence even with me being against the door. His sultry, silky and sinful voice decided to greet me. “Hey there Ms. _____. It’s been too long since our last encounter.” I turned my seat around to face him, getting startled as he was way closer than I anticipated. His hand went for my arm, sliding one finger over my bare hands. “Hi Sir, it’s a pleasure to see you get here so early. As you know, Gumi’s sweets are at the left corner of the table. You can grab the cake pops he made you and Sumi this time. He worked really hard on them.”

He looked at the table, walked up to it and got his and Tsumiki’s bag and returned to my desk. He shoved the sweets in his pocket and plopped his hands to either side of my desk. Trapping me in to smell his fresh, clean cologne. “I was thinking of doing some experiments. What do you think? Megumi tells me about everything you guys do in this class. And, it gets me thinking. Are you as fun in bed as you are in the classroom? I’m sorry Ms. ____ but I know I’m not the only one that feels this tension.”

He stopped for a second, eyed me up and down. Taking one of his hands and moving it to my chin as he lifted it up to continue his sermon. “I‘ve seen the way you look at me. How your thighs clench whenever I tease you. I’m not blind you know? And you’re not hiding it now either.” He took his eyes off of mine and dragged them across my body. I could feel his intense stare burning through the fabric. Starting a fire in my core that would soon become too hot to control.

“Sir, this isn’t right… Anyone can come up now and see us like this. I work here, I don’t want to risk that for whatever my body feels like. I can deal with it later. This is wrong.” I tried to believe the words that came out of my mouth. We both knew i was lying about it not being right. We were both adults, he was only a few years older than me since he had Megumi at 16. We were only 6 years apart, so it wasn’t inmoral. However, there was something about this being too good to be true. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how things were happening.

“Can we try something? Please? I swear if you say no I won’t bother you after this.” He opened his black suitcase that he always brought to store all the papers us teachers would bring to the parents. Once it was open, he pulled out a weirdly shaped pink toy. I’ve seen this before, it’s called a love sense. He saw the way my eyes lit up to the toy and asked. “I figure you’re familiar with this, right? I promise I’ll behave if you’re a good girl.”

I stood up and walked up to the door. Looking at the empty hallways since the pt conference was 30 minutes away. “Am i really about to do this…?” I whispered to myself as I closed my lab’s room and locked it. I went to Toji, sat on top of my desk and responded. “I’ll allow this… experiment. But you have to promise not to go too far. This is my job, and I’m not willing to lose it because I moaned while talking about bread.” He laughed at my remarks and sighed beautifully, standing between my legs and wrapping me in his arms. I could feel his cinnamony breath near my lips as he spoke. “Don’t worry darling, this thing is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. Consider this preparation for what comes next.”

Without saying more, he leaned in to kiss me almost as if he was afraid of ruining whatever it is that we had these past years. His hands diligently went under my satin shirt, taking it out of the pants to grope my tits. “They’re so soft, I could drown here.” He whispered in your ears as he lifted the shirt up completely to suck on them, leaving cute little markings all along them. “Just wait till you see my ass.” I playfully dared him, ruffling one of my hands through his soft, black hair as i left one of my hands on the desk for support. Throwing my head back as he sucked my nipples with such expertise. It really felt like he was french kissing me there.

“Oh, please don’t stop. This feels so good.” I whined at him as I started feeling new sensations, I had never before felt so sensitive on my breasts. Maybe because of my lack of sex partners. It had been such a bad experience with none of my other flings getting me to orgasm. So frustrating I ended up stopping all together. I could feel his grin across my nipple as he slowly popped it as he let it go. “Time to see that ass babe, can’t wait any longer.”

He flipped me skillfully, carefully pulling down my pants & lingerie that I wore that day. “All wet for me baby? So nice and plump; you keep wrapping me up in your little finger, huh?” He took one of his hands and teasingly slid it across my slit. I shuddered; his cold, big fingers clashing against my hot plump core. He started to play with my arousal, slipping it up and down. Occasionally grazing above my clit as to piss me off. “Toji, please. We have 15 minutes until the parents arrive. Just fuck me already.”

“Fuck you? Oh no baby girl, you’ve got it all wrong. You see…” He stopped talking for a second, and I groaned when I felt his mouth on my clit. Skillfully eating me out like he had 1,000 years of experience. “My plan isn’t to fuck you now.” He planted another kiss on my cunt, tongue skimming all through my folds. “We‘ll talk about that later. ‘Kay sweetheart?”. With that he stopped, removing himself from my needy core and slipped the toy inside of me, filling me up instantly as a moan slipped through my teeth.

“Remember, this is connected to my phone. You better act nice if you want me to be nice.” He grinned like a man-whore and I enjoyed every single of it. He licked my thighs to “clean-up after himself” and then wiped it dry with some tissue I had laying around. After that, he walked to the chair in the back and waited for the classroom/lab to fill up with more parents.

“Hello, thank you all for attending today’s PT Conference. I’m Ms. _____ and as you all probably know by now, I’m your kid’s Culinary Arts elective course teacher….” I roughly explained the next 2 big projects the kids had to make. And how the Culinary Arts elective course was partnering up with the Science program to form a “Food Science” exhibition for the upcoming science fair. It was all going good. Actually, too good. I would eye up Toji every now and then but he was never looking at me, just looking at his phone. Mysteriously the vibrator was off for all of my speech. I was kind of glad, I didn't want to trip on my words or embarrass myself. However, things started to take a turn when parents started to ask to see me after class.

When Mr. Nanami, Yuuji’s foster dad, asked to see me after class. That was the moment I felt the vibration instantly turn on. It was slow, steady motions that started to relieve the tension I had going on. I said my goodbyes to all the parents, and when my lab was almost empty, since Toji refused to leave, Mr. Nanami went up to me. “Hey Ms.____ I was wondering if i could ask you something about Yuuji’s grades. You see, he’s having some trouble with math and since I know this course involves a lot of that i was wondering if you would be willing to tutor him. I would be paying, of course. It could be over at our home or we could meet up at some place of your choosing.”

I gave him a tiny smile, he was always so observant over Yuuji. “Of course! We can work something out. He always works my math out easily, I imagine it’s because I try my best to break everything down before giving it to them. Thanks for your concern on Yuuji. He’s a bright kid, he’s in good hands.” I put my hand on top of his to give him security, and in that instant I felt how the vibrator just jumped in velocity. It was hard, inconsistent and just random and all over the place. I contained myself from yelping and decided to shift in my seat instead. When I looked over at Toji there he was, man-spreading in all of his glory swiping his phone in different directions as he looked intensely at how my hand rested in top of Nanami’s.

Nanami ended the conversation shortly, handing me his business card that contained his contact information so we could set up the meetings and left quickly, not forgetting to wave at Toji at the end of the room. Toji stood up, and waved him a tiny goodbye as he walked towards me. Long, slow steps making small clacks across the marbled floor. He looked at his phone once more and swiped up, leaving the vibrator at the highest speed as I tried to shush the moans that escaped my mouth. Eventually giving in as i sat in my comfy chair.

“I told you I would behave if you were a good girl. But you just had to make me jealous, didn’t you?”

Masterlist

part 2, part 3

[pastel-peach-writes]

Caitlyn + Vi x Reader who’s wayy shorter than them or wayy taller than them and how’d they’d act

EEEEE. HEIGHT DIFFERENCES >>>>> IDK BOUT YALL BUT IM SHORTER THAN CAITVI AND ITS SO ... MY GOD. YALL BE DOING GOD'S WORK W THOSE SPICY FFs FR.

"Daw, But You're So Cute!" | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: how CaitVi would react when you're taller or shorter than them!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intened, Cursing, Slight Short Jokes, Not Proofread, No Use Of Y/n

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

TALLER

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– one, if you're taller than both of them... HOLY COW????

– YOU'RE SO TALL! literally i would waste all my money on you but you're not here for me. ANYGAYS

– with caitlyn, it was lowkey love at first height.

– someone she has to look up to? wow.

– she was used to people looking up and her and her having to look down at them...

– honestly, she's gotten used to looking down at everyone. she's gotten so accustomed to it, when she realized she had to look up at you, her heart was pounding.

– and then she found out you like girls? DING DING DING. we have a winner!

– because you're on the taller side, like her, she'll recommend you places and brands that have inclusive lines for taller people.

– she'll even reccomend her favorite tailors and tricks she has.

– also, no questions asked, she's sending you a custom bed.

– hers was custom-made because she's on the taller side and she knows how expensive longer mattresses can be. well, she can assume.

– so she gets you one!

– if you're also the type of person who likes to wear cutesy stuff but can never because it doesn't fit your torso right or your legs, caitlyn to the literal rescue.

– like i said, she'll tell you all the stores and will get tailors for you. she'll create a whole clothing line for you if she has to.

– as for vi, it's 50/50.

– she's on the taller side of women, but christ if you're taller than her... geez!! (in a good way.)

– she'll like to tease you two, saying she has a type: taller humans.

– vi will also put her face in your chest when you cuddle. even if you have none, her face is in your chest.

– she won't make "how's the weather" up there jokes, but she will slap your ass when the opportunity is presented. why wouldn't she?

– "it's right there! what am i supposed to do? see it and not hit it? no way!"

– when it comes to the three of you together, you all make amends for each other.

– you want to sit on a lap? sure! who's? no, you're not too tall.

– you wanna be the little spoon? okay! get in the middle.

– height literally doesn't change a single thing for you three...

– well, you and caitlyn like to play pranks on vi by putting stuff on the top shelves.

– it makes the two of you laugh and giggle to see her climb up onto the counter or having to use a step ladder to get what she needs.

– she will never ask for help or get a helping tool in front of you two either so if you're watching her, she'll suffer in silence.

– she'll pout on the couch too after not getting what she wanted.

– eventually, you and caitlyn give in and give her the item she wanted and it's like she was never even pouting!

– if you three are out and about and some jerk tries to tease you about your height, vi and caitlyn are the first to defend.

– they'll call the person names (vi) and say that they're jealous they don't have the height they desire. (vi) and say how rude it is to comment on someone's height like that (cait) and that it's not something you can control (cait)

– all and all, they love their partner the way you were created and they wouldn't change that for the world

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SHORTER

– as for first-sight shit, vi is ELATED to find a partner shorter than her.

– homegirl isn't short, but she sure as hell isn't taller than caitlyn.

– she doesn't mind being shorter at all, but damn, how she loves pinning someone to the wall and blocking them in with her whole entire body because she's taller than them.

– 100+ ego!

– she will not stop flirting with you, purposely making you look up at her and asserting her dominance

– and oh baby. if being short doesn't stop you from channeling your inner cockiness, vi has a treat coming.

– you'll let her pin you, force you to look at her, etc

– but the moment you flirt back?

– oh? what's this? a flustered vi? oh no! what should we do?

– caitlyn gets an absolute kick out of it but that doesn't mean she's safe either.

– you will flirt with her all you want.

– okay, so, if you read the taller section, you saw that the reader and caitlyn often put stuff on the top shelves to see vi struggle or to get her to ask for help... well.. caitvi does the exact same shit to you as the shorter partner.

– those tall pieces of shit put stuff up at the very top (its so high caitlyn can't reach without a boost) just to see you struggle and ask for help.

– caitvi won't tease you mockily for your height, but vi has someone in the relationship who's smaller than her... she will be teasing, just a bit, for fun.

– she might call you shortstack, but if it gets too far, caitlyn will call her shortstack in return just to see her face turn red.

– "that's not my nickname, that's theirs!" "well, you're both shorter than me, vi, so you're a shortstack too."

– vi absolutely HATES that shit so she won't make short jokes anymore after that.

– like in the first section, they'll buy you clothes or special items to use to help you out in life.

– like, modern au, they'll get you those seats to boost you up when you're driving, or they'll find outfits in the petite section of the store.

– if you're not that much shorter than them, they'll still buy you all that shit. tall or short, you are getting pampered baby!!

– speaking of which, they do not CARE if you're short and wanna be the big spoon. they'll be happy to adjust and move around.

– one thing that will concern them is them sitting on your lap. they don't want to crush you, but that's what they'll think no matter your height.

– if a JERK asks you how's the weather like down there and asks if you're even allowed to be outside without your mOmmY, vi is kicking ass and caitlyn is sending daggers.

– vi will try to throw punches but you or caitlyn usually pull her away before there's any contact.

– caitlyn will scold them and would say their heart is smaller than you

– then when you walk away, caitlyn apologizes profusely for that line but it was the only thing she could think of in the moment.

– like the first section, caitvi loves you the way you are and they won't trade anything for the world.

WC: 1,118

[jeongheart]

10:30 am

summary: walking down the street (i guess? just a quick chan drabble).

w.c: 600.

tags: established relationship, fluff.

a.n: i actually don't know what is this lol, i don't even have a title. this was born because the girl i like was making fun of me bc i have flat feet and i always complain about it ... and then chan sent a message on bbl complaining about the same thing and yeah, wrote this on my way to work so don't know if it's any good.

as always, english is not my first language so sorry in advance for any mistakes. share your thoughts if you like, appreciate it very much!

"Baby, my feet hurt" You complain for the fifth time that hour.

You've been walking since you left the hotel two hours ago, Chan insisted on taking advantage of Japan's sunny weather to visit all possible places before the sun went down. His refusal to go by train was based on:

1) The ticket wasn't worth it.

2) You were going to miss seeing the foliage in the less crowded areas.

3) "A little air wouldn't hurt us".

Chan just laughed and gripped your hand a little tighter to, in his own way, force you to walk when you stopped in front of a stained glass window in order to rest your feet that already felt hard in the arch of it, with a stabbing pain spreading to the fingers.

"My feet hurt too, but you don't see that I'm complaining, do you?" Your partner counterattacked at your frown.

You weren't really mad at him, you just wanted to rest for five minutes, your waist was also starting to feel sore after all that walking.

Chan didn't wait for you to answer him or walk again, and he took you by surprise when he effortlessly pulled you towards him until you collided with his back.

"What are you doing?" You questioned him with a slight smile appearing on your face.

"Climb up" He exclaimed simply, as he crouched low enough for you to get comfortable on his back without having to jump so much. The height difference between the two of you wasn't that much, but Chan was easily four inches taller than you.

Still, you appreciated his gesture.

You looked around at the passers-by who were swarming in the streets, some were deep in conversation or on their phones, some others looked at you curiously and then smiled tenderly, and others looked at you sarcastically.

"It's okay, come on, let's keep walking" You urged the man who was still in a squat position waiting for you.

Chan sighed in amusement and made a sign with his hands for you to hurry up "Come on love, I'll carry you".

You blushed a little and without giving the situation too much thought you jumped and got on the broad back of your boyfriend. When he felt the weight of your body, he ran his hands up the back of your legs to secure them behind your rear.

You held on tight to his shoulders as he took the last leap to settle you correctly on his back.

"Where are we going now, my princess?"

You laugh, but with all your might this time, it was really impossible to feel anything other than warmth next to Chan. The people who weren't looking at you before were definitely looking at you now, but you didn't care in the slightest.

You gently encircled Chan's neck and pressed your face to the back of his head so that you could whisper in his ear "Wherever my white steed decides".

Chan snorted but then gave in to the joke and let out the loudest laugh you had ever heard, the pigeons that were relaxing eating the crumbs that the elders left for them flew scared into the sky causing the two of you to laugh non-stop again.

Before you can finish laughing to take a breath, your boyfriend began a run towards the end of the square with you on his back, this time you really held on tight as you felt how Chan's grip became more noticeable on your legs.

The wind hit your face and while you saw people pass by like lightning due to Chan's excessive speed you couldn't help but smile fully and let yourself enjoy the ride.

[siennablaze219]

@daily-writing-challenge - May 2024 - Day 7 - Captivate

A little late but drawing the dress took a little while.

NSFW

@vixannya (Thank you for the setting)

A Walk on the Wild Side

Zubrette Goldensorrow smiled up, up, up at her date, and partner, she was pretty but he was breathtaking. His bronze hued skin looked like a metallic tan with the near charcoal scales studded across him, black hair and blue eyes were such a unique combination. In his hair he wore decorations in silver and blue. He was about a foot and half taller than her with shoulders wide enough that when he stood behind her no one would even know she was there from the back. His color combination had started to bleed into her style choices, her artistic style flared to life when she got to be on his arm without being matchy-matchy.

Tonight she was in a sheath dress that was ombré from deep blue, violets and green lightning to peacock, teal, sapphire, and amethyst down to an icy blue, mint, and lilac all were gemstone shards that looked like stained glass. Zubrette she highlighted the partner’s height differences by choosing silver, lace up, flat sandals, she could have worn heels, but she felt better able to react in the flats and she actually enjoyed her diminutive size and how people often misjudged her because of it. Her peachy blonde hair still had its side braids but the rest was pulled back in a riot of waves, nothing fancy in comparison to her dress.

Yet as stunning her dress was, Zhathras was *fancy* dressed in an outfit that matched his masculine sense of style; she had helped him put it together with a tailor friend of her uncle. His long coat was ivory with a darker cream shimmer patterned into it, the wide lapels had silver filigree details on them, the piping along it matched the silver and there were rows of seven metal buttons on each side. Beneath that was a flat ivory vest that buttoned to a point in the center of his chest, black lapels on it disappeared beneath the jacket then came back into a high collar just below the standing line of jacket’s. A charcoal shirt with a slight vee laid against his skin and at the neck he wore a blue pendant, designed by Zubrette, that matched his eyes. The leather pants were simple compared to all the layers he wore on his upper body, they were the same charcoal as the shirt, and broke at just the right line over black shoes. He was just mouth watering.

Wrinkling up her nose cutely at Zhathras, “Welcome to your first appearance in the upper echelon of society, my love. People are just going to melt when they see you. I will be the most overlooked woman in an exquisite dress in the place.” The paladin had no hint of hurt feelings in her tone, she knew she was a dynamic personality and no one would really overlook her, ever. “Ori should be here, I am guessing lost in the art,” Zubs smiled, and held his arm, not in need of the support, or possessiveness, but she loved touching him.

Luckily enough for her, he returned that love because she was lost in him so often, his hand laid over hers. “It will be impossible for me to look at the art, you are too beautiful.” He paused for a moment, “I am fairly sure a group of women over there are talking about us.”

“Oh?” The paladin didn’t turn to look at the women, his hearing was better than hers so she just took it at face value. “Are they saying how they wish to take my love and lavish him with passion and praise that they feel he deserves?”

He grinned at her, “Well they are impressed with me and wondering what a woman from your house did to entice me. What do they mean by your house? Does the type of house you live in designate who should be attracted to you?”

Zubs laughed, these things didn’t bother her the way it would her mother, which is why she didn’t care what they said. “In a way, to them at least. Remember when I explained about nobles, when we talked about my mother’s expectations of me? Some people believe that who your parents are, or how much money you have, makes you more worthy.”

“Since I have no money and no parents, why would they consider me too good for you?” He asked, looking as confused as he sounded.

Leaning in she rubbed her cheek against his upper arm, “You are outside the purview of their rules since you are not Sin’dorei or Quel’dorei. If you were to date one of them they might want you to care more about such things.”

His eyes flared and bronze veins flared in them, “They judge you as lesser?” Zhathras’ shoulders began to roll back as his spine straightened, ready to defend her against their words.

Zubs turned and placed herself in front of him and cupped her hand on his cheek. “My love, what they think of me doesn’t matter to me, hasn’t in a very long time.”

“But your mother cares, yes?” He never forgot much and she had told him more than once about the troubles between them and why she sent money home but never went to see her parents as long as he had known her.

“Overly much, just like those women, but I love you and would never go home again if it was a real problem.” She tipped her head up, Zubrette had never lied to him concerning these things.

Zhathras leaned down and kissed her slowly, not caring who might see them, she was his and it was better that he used that rise in emotion by worshiping her in a deep kiss than trying to go fight women that didn’t matter to her. When the kiss ended his eyes were a clear blue once more, the rush of emotion drained into their connection.

Ori cleared her throat, “Fel cousin, is there an attractive man summoning portal you know about?”

“I think that I have the most attractive man available, or unavailable, so I have no need for such a portal. Zhathras this wicked woman is my dear cousin, Orialeyne,” Zubrette turned back to face her cousin. “Come now, I am certain you have art to teach us about.”

As they began moving around the gallery together Ori and Zubrette chatted animatedly while Zhathras smiled down at them, well he smiled much more at Zubrette, but he was biased. The dilettante pointed out paintings she had purchased and then they stopped before the one she was still thinking about. Twice it looked like some of the women that had been talking about the couple earlier might approach but the little paladin would turn and offer up a wicked, ‘I will make you cry’ smile and they would walk off. She hadn't survived as the only daughter of a disgraced House at different social functions without learning to make bullies back down quickly.

After they all went to the location of the afterparty together, Ori grinned at the couple, “I was going to leave you two, but if you are looking for a th…”

Zubs did not let her finish, she stood on her tip toes and kissed her cousin’s cheek, “Nope, I get to experience the debauchery with my partner all by myself. Tell your parents I said hello.” She did not quite push her cousin away, but it was close.

“Debauchery, hmmm?” Zhathras asked while giving Ori an absent wave, she had been nice and he had been polite all night but the desire to have Zubrette to himself once more was stronger in him than worrying about her family’s opinion of him, besides the final part of the trio of cousins already adored him.

Golden eyes looked up to meet blue, “Oh, didn’t I tell you about that? Well, the whole thing is not that kind of party, there will be food…”

“Good, you haven’t eaten all night. I was starting to worry.”

“I am not sure what all is planned but I have heard about these parties and they are always multifaceted and there is more than a hint of sexual energy there.”

He grinned, “Well then, we should go explore this sexual energy.” Zhathras did not pick her up and carry her in, but he walked quickly enough for her to have to pull on his arm slightly since his strides were much longer than hers and she was in a tight skirt.

Entering the space, Zubrette and Zhathras both stopped and stared in amazement at the tree of life. They had explored the isles together, but nothing there was as magical as this was. A brilliant smile curved her lips and she tucked her body against his in pleasure, it was nice to experience this with him.

For his part Zhath was stunned, he had never seen such a flagrant display of magic used for nothing but entertainment. The bronze had seen plenty of time shenanigans, he was even an oracle of a sort, but this was at a scale he would remember forever. Looking down at his lover he smiled as she looked at the tree, as splendid as it was she was more so to him.

Taking his hand Zubs began to pull him, “Let’s explore.” She was sure there was a map, or people that could explain where everything was, but that would be way too mundane a way to enjoy this party, so she just plowed forward with the same zeal as she had with the rest of her life. Zubrette was a Pandaren ground blossom that lit up a pathway wherever she would go.

Walking around the base of the tree just to get her bearings, Zubrette narrowed in on the archway where she saw people with food exiting. Being so animated, and fighting, or sparring, daily took a lot of replenishment for the little woman. Food was one of her favorite pastimes because of this, and Zhathras liked to make sure she was cared for, so he always guided her to a meal before it was needed. In making sure she had food they would always find common ground.

With so much to choose from they just headed to the buffet, getting a meal quickly was her priority because she had so much else to see. Once they each had plates full, and had scoped out the dessert table, the pair found an empty table to enjoy their meal and tumblers of bourbon they had acquired. Talking softly to one another no one else in the room, maybe at the entire party, mattered to them, she was excitedly chattering about the party and he was looking at her, seeing the fire within and was captivated by it as he always was.

The plates emptied quickly and they refilled their drinks before Zubrette was off again. Leaving the center archway she turned them and led them through another one. This area held the soothsayers, spa facilities and other services people might be interested in. She looked up at Zhath and smiled, “Should we pamper ourselves a little? A massage, or maybe speak to a fortune teller?”

“I can already tell your future,” he stated, which was true in more than one way, he had already warned her when her company absolutely needed her somewhere, and he knew her future was with him. “And we can visit the spa at home, or in that sexy little set of caves we found with the enterprising greens running it. If you really want a massage I can give you one later, when we are alone.”

Zubrette leaned over to rub her cheek against his arm, “Agreed on all your points.” It was then she noticed Ori speaking to a very handsome dark haired man who was massaging her feet and legs. “Well, at least she is not out here experiencing all of this alone.”

He turned his head and saw her cousin, “Somehow I doubt she has trouble with such things, she is very self assured. If my heart was not already bound to the most beautiful being who rivals the enchantment of this gathering, I might even notice how lovely she is.”

As he was acknowledging he noticed the beauty of her cousin by saying such a thing Zubrette just reached up and took a hold of his jacket lapel urging him down so she could kiss him.

They had just spent hours without indulging in even a single sensual moment meant heat flared through him at her demanding connection. Stepping into her he pushed her back until she was against a mirrored wall and devoured her offering. They did not engage in set roles in their relationship, it was a wonderful balance of back and forth. He was still learning about what he enjoyed and she was more than well versed in so many aspects of pleasure that often she led him into new things, but once he knew something he was more than happy to repeat the process with skill and enthusiasm. He was the one to break the kiss and he placed his lips just under her ear for a gentle touch and whispered, “I am glad you wore your hair loose because I want to bury my fingers into it and hold you while we drown in each other.”

Zubrette tipped her head for him to have access to the line of her neck, “Mmmm, I am certain we can find a quiet corner somewhere and maybe you can use that hold on my hair for other reasons.” The reply was said with a saucy air to it and she let go of his lapel to signal that the moment of the kiss had passed, when he would pull back she was wearing a very bratty smile on her face. “Come on my love, there is more to see.”

She was leaving the tunnel into the tree itself for last, instead she moved around it to the tunnel opposite the metaphysical and nurturing space. When she entered the area she decided to go down first, stepping into the undersea area she moved to the side and paused leaving room for others to pass. “Sun bless,” she said quietly, then took his hand and almost sprinted to the upper room. With a little bounce on her toes she led them back down stairs, then released his hand so she could turn in a circle with her chin tilted up so she could see the performers.

Zhathras once again took his time looking around but then his gaze landed back down on her face, she captivated him and no matter what might be around them in this place, nothing compared to her beauty in his eyes. Stepping up to her, he took her hand in his and tucked her in against his body then led her into a dance. She was a gorgeous dancer in a rave or nightclub setting, but he decided once when she was on campaign that he would learn the more romantic dances so he could lead her in moments like this. Working around the dance floor he moved gracefully and compensated for her short skirt to keep the movements easy for her. Weaving them around the entire dance floor, when they got near to the stairs he picked her up and kept the pattern of the dance as he carried her up to the ballroom above. At the top,of the stairs he sat her back on her feet without missing a step, he was a smooth one with strength and grace that he was happy to delight her with.

For her part she just moved with him, her trust completely in his hands. Tucked in against his body she smiled up at him, and stepped easily once she found the pattern. Just like with sword work, she moved with a refined flow, trained to match the direction of an opponent, meant that she could mirror her partner as she followed along. When he lifted her she laughed with delight, then offered another as she realized he was guiding them up the stairs without pausing their dance. Sliding down his body as he lowered her she stepped back just enough to let the weight of the gemstones on her dress to find its place on her thighs and not ride up.

One dance led to another and they would pass from one floor to another, not dancing on the stairs but that once. After a great deal of time enjoying those special rooms they grabbed drinks from the bar as well as water, which they both drank quickly after the dancing. “All that is left is through the tree itself, do we dare see what life itself holds for us?”

“I know my life ahead holds, love and beauty as I will have you with me.” When they first met he would say sweet things, but through the months he has refined his compliments to sear them into her memory. “But yes, let us step through the entrance and find what other delights this party holds.”

The paladin took his hand and tugged him along, Zhath giving enough resistance for her to truly have to try and move him as a joke. “If you don’t hurry up I will go find Ori and that man and join them”

Zhathras growled possessively at her, “I do not advise that course of action, Zubrette.”

His growl sent chills down her spine and she could not help the look of desire she shot at him as she turned her head to look at him, “then you better hurry up, my time lord.”

Through the tree, slipping through the roots and staring at the colors that coated the lower passage. Down they went and when they fully entered the room Zubrette knew she found what she had been looking for all night. The pulsing of the music and the acts on the stages were exactly her scene. Drawing him to a booth by where Dicenne was demonstrating his skill in shibari, Zubrette took a seat in Zhathras’ lap.

They had discussed rope play before, but never had indulged much, their passion was too fiery still to try and restrain it in any way. Settled in against his chest Zub’s began to undo the buttons on his vest, once that was done she ran her hands up over his shirt then helped him ease his jacket off. Leaning forward she spoke with a sultry look, “Roll up your sleeves.” This.. this sexy dominant male was part of a fantasy she had often, one that he definitely encouraged her in.

“Look at him, look at her, see the beauty of not just the restraint but her expression of ecstasy at just being bound and shown off for a crowd. The art of this is not always about the sex, but the tying of each knot releases a pressure within that triggers one to absolutely just give themselves over to the moment.”

He listened to her as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, he liked the look of wonder on her face as she spoke of the artistry and emotional release of being bound, clearly he had some research to do. “And you would like this? Being suspended as she is in a crowd of people?”

She looked back at him with a half dreamy expression on her face, “Maybe not in public, but yes, I would enjoy this kind of play.” Turning her body, she straddled his lap, not caring that her dress slid up just enough to expose the entire line of her muscled hamstrings and the fact that she was wearing nothing beneath the creation of fabric and blue hued gems. In this position it took very little to press into her knees to rise up and kiss him hungrily, the heat the night had built was a flame that had kindled into a bonfire while she had watched the woman submitting in the interwoven red ropes.

Zhathras responded eagerly, his large hands around to grab the globes of her ass, encouraging her to press against him and open her lips so that he could slide his tongue along hers in a more intimate dance than the ones they had shared above.

Remaining like that until the beat changed to a song Zubrette loved, she broke the kiss and bit his bottom lip gently. “I will be back.” The spitfire of a woman moved to the dance floor nearest their booth, confident enough to take up space and claim it as her own. She danced for him and for herself, rolling her head allowing her hair to fall like a cascade of liquid copper over her face, the motion bleeding down into her body as she rocked and undulated mimicking what they might be doing soon. The athletic form displaying herself in a picture of seduction just for him.

The Dracthyr had to adjust himself as the proof of his reaction to the kiss and now the dance made his leather pants press tightly over him. His blue eyes blazed with intensity, cold fire that was ready to blaze and entwine with the one his Sun blessed beauty embodied. A low rumble of approval ricocheted around his chest cavity and the desire to go and get her made him tighten his grip on the tumbler of bourbon. They had barely had anything to drink but his mind grew hazy, lust drunk, needing to claim her beauty.

As the song faded to another she strode forward purposefully, straddling his lap again, Zubrette leaned in to mock whisper as the music overruled any attempt to speak quietly. “When we are ready, my condo is not so far from here.”

“When we go to your condo you will have weak knees, I might just have to carry you.” His declaration true, he toyed and teased her, his hands ever busy as they kissed and sling along time together. Using a hint of his gift he slowed them so he could spend more time watching her shatter again and again, to the dull throb of the music slowed along with them. When she slumped, sweat sheened and shaky, he grinned wickedly and spoke lowly to her, “Come let us go and seek your condo so we can release the pent up anticipation you have created in me, sun in my sky.”

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Making Yourself a Friend! Making an OC Doll

I have for awhile wanted a doll to play dress up with of my OC. I feel like I am likely not alone in that. When I saw saildraws Splatoon OC's doll--I finally said to myself: I gotta do this. I highly recommend checking out their page for information on creating a Splatoon style doll or getting a commission done for an OC doll.

So for those of you like me who want a little OC egg of your own--here's what I've done so far/what I've learned and where to look for things.

But this is my little sheet so far that I have followed to make my starter Faeriebell, even though they'll likely evolve over time. Sort of a helping to try guide.

So first you want to find a Nendoroid Doll, Obitsu 11, or YMY doll blank to work with. There's lots of them out there, sold on doll sites, Etsy, et cetra. Generally speaking YMY and Ob11 are slightly taller than Nendo dolls--and so some folks will even swap over to Ob11 doll bodies for dressing up their dolls.

(And because of the height and slight size differences while some things will fit between Nendo and Ob11/YMY dolls--there might be tightness in the latter if you're putting them into Nendo clothes.)

So! Get your blank doll!

Next you want to decide how you are doing to do the face--you can paint with miniature paints/acrylics or do soft pastels ala a lot of doll customizers (check out Dollightful!). Or you can do waterslide decals. With pastels/watercolour paint pencils and most waterslide decals it is important to keep in mind you will likely have to seal your doll's face. If you are using sealant--use a respirator mask!!! Take care of yourself and don't risk your health.

Because I am a bit of a coward and don't feel like I have a great place to seal anything--I chose to do my own method. This is stickers. I have a paper sticker for their face mark and clear vinyl stickers on top for their eyes. This is not likely a method for everyone (I use a cricut to cut out my stickers). I recognize it isn't ideal (not everyone might like how it looks), but for now it gets the job done and I personally think they're cute.

Next you will want to look into clothing and hair for your doll. You can get hair and faceplates customized/commissioned by other artists. However, for now because I am just getting starter stuff--I went the route of getting nendo hair and a premade outfit.

For hair--I recommend Etsy--just look under nendoroid hair--or Chibi Chop Shop (I have mine coming from Chibi Chop Shop)! Another site that you can look into is Ebay or Mercari! You might not find a 1:1 of your hair, and it might not even be the right colour. But you can paint the hair to match (either diluted acrylic in multiple layers to hide brushstrokes or airbrush the colour the right shade).

I'll keep y'all up to date as I work on Faeriebell--but some stuff to consider if you want to make your own egg!!

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Pygmalion (IV)

Pairings: Rook/ (Pygmalion) Reader // Idia/Reader (Platonic)

Summary: You were frequently told that your career as a renowned sculptor did not match your dull and less than colorful personality. With your cybernetic hands, you carve the lives and deaths of those long gone‒ producing pieces which have been held in both technical and emotional high regard, dubbing you with the title “Pygm.AI.lion” despite your human heart and brain. When you accidentally still the usually flamboyant archer into silence after he comes across you working in your atelier‒ you find that you’ve become a victim to one of his ceaseless stalkings. Though, you’ve been prey long enough to know how hunt the huntsman himself.

Notes: I've been reading more of Song of Achilles and I'm sobbing. Help lol

Sorry updates have been slow. I've been working between fics‒ I have an Orpheus inspired Vil fic coming out soon-ish??? We'll see how my creativity is fairing after completing this chapter lmao I can feel myself burning out as we speak. Short chapter but I have big things coming next chapter

Comments and kudos always appreciated ヽ(●´ε｀●)ノ

CW: Hints of depression?? Mention of death. Not really much else except bad French oh my god it’s so so bad

AO3 Link Here.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 (Here) // Part 5 // Part 6

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Grief anchored you to the ground for minutes? Hours? Days? You weren't sure. Your sense of time had been long broken when you separated from the rhythm of human life‒ and you would let yourself rot for however long you wished, knowing‒ painfully‒ that it would not matter how many more centuries you stayed harbored to that misery, as it would just circle back to the same emptiness. But you knew it was long enough to warrant a visit from Idia of all people, who examined your arm with a careful eye.

"Seems fine now. Your Orpheus system is just lagging because you haven't upgraded your physical body in its entirety for a while.” He let your hand go, falling limp into your lap. “I can whip up something quick‒"

"It's fine." You tried to say it as neutrally as you could, but it came out strained and hoarse instead. Porcelain teeth grazed the insides of your mouth, gathering saliva in your mouth to fix the dryness in your throat. "I'll be alright, little flame." You corrected.

"Ortho misses you, you know."

"Is that so?" You clenched your fist, testing its movements. "It'll pass."

Idia pushed a stiff breath past his lips to release his growing frustration. "Hah? Sorry‒ what? 'It'll pass?'"

"Yes, it will."

A violent vermillion licked the tips of his hair. "Be so serious right now (Name)." He stood suddenly to his full height, knocking the wooden stool behind him. "You're finally free and this is what you are now?"

He was nearly three feet taller than your sitting height. It would have shook a bit before to see the difference from his small stature during his childhood, and now at the cusp of his adulthood, but it didn’t now. You challenged him with an empty gaze, cold as splintering ice. "And what am I now?"

"You know what I mean."

“I’m not quite sure. Enlighten me.”

"I know it's not simple.” He began. His chest heaved with desperate, slow breaths‒ you could tell that he wasn’t used to raising his voice. There’s a slight pain that made you squint your eyes. “Ortho reminded me that you need to value your heart, as much of a fault in human programming it is. You taught me that first, you know.” If an answer was expected at that time, you did not give it. “If you keep cornering yourself into what S.T.Y.X tried to make of you, you’ll never actually be free from them.”

There was a familiarity in this conversation that slumbered somewhere in your hazy memories, that prompted you to answer as automatically as the reflexes programmed within your bionic muscles.

“You don’t know me.”

Idia’s sudden strength almost surprised you when he picked you up by the scruff of your collar, face bright from the orange flames that flickered onto his face. "No‒ don't you dare‒"

"I'm not interrupting something, am I?"

The door opens wide, revealing Rook with an amused stare. You were sure you locked it‒ but everything seemed to blur together in your head.

"...No." Idia's hands left your collar, letting you fall solidly onto your chair. You slumped into yourself, turning to your drafting table to keep pretending like you were busy like when Idia had first entered.

"Just…think about it, please?" He says quietly, turning away to leave. You couldn’t bring yourself to nod, or shake your head‒ unsure if who he was talking about was truly the one implanted in your mechanical body. So you merely stared at the bare paper, bent and wrinkled from the several days you had spent laboring over its blankness.

“A spat with the Ignihyde house warden? Now that’s a sight to behold. One could only imagine what you have done to prompt such a response.”

“I was being cruel.” You answered‒ almost a warning, a violence to fend him off. That fire felt seasoned in your throat, perhaps you had someone else’s memories deep down that had spat the same wickedness from it.

Rook tried again. "Critique is not quite the same without you."

You felt your voice echo in the hollowness of your body, ringing in your ears. "Really."

"Yes‒ no one appreciates or loves beauty quite like you do." He shakes his head. "As Le chasseur d'amour‒ I find it simply pitiful that I am unable to be in the presence of your masterful critiques anymore."

"I don’t love beauty‒ they were just my observations."

"Ah but I know it‒ I feel it!" He exclaims, pacing between statues bearing foreign faces. "You love beauty most of all‒ Maître d’Ivoire, is it not what has pushed you for all these centuries?"

You evaded his last statement, turning your face sour at the thought of even contemplating what truly had been dragging you through the centuries. "Knowing and feeling are two different things."

"Oh?"

"Knowledge does not require sacrifice. Feeling does." Something deep was swelling inside you, which plunged your voice into a quicker pace. You weren't sure what it was, but it singed more than the archaic violence in your throat. "Knowledge is obsession‒ there is nothing you just give to obtain it. Feeling‒ however‒ is love, it is giving a precious part of yourself to make room for something, someone, whatever." You stumbled over your sentences, urging you to bite your lip to quiet yourself.

"Hm. Then in that case I do not know which one beauty is for me." His hair sways as he turns towards you again. "This is so like you‒ Maître d’Ivoire. You make me question new possibilities. Tell me‒ what do you think it is for me?"

"Hunter of love, you say?"

"Oh, vous parlez ma langue?"

"I lived in the City of Flowers, I speak a bygone version of it."*

"You're from there?"

“Je viens de nulle part.” I am from no where, you dismissed with a quick tongue. "As a hunter‒ do you truly care if it's love or obsession? I imagine it doesn't matter as long as you're fed."

He thinks. "Hm. I suppose it doesn't. But I would like to think I love it.”

“If you merely think of it then you do not love it. Beauty is but knowledge to you. When you love it‒ you feel it, and let it feel you‒ unravel you, break you if you stay long enough.”

The smile began to falter from his lips. Cruel, you knew it. But you had warned him, hadn’t you? The words didn’t stop from your mouth. “Obsession is young, it takes, it conquers. It is tethered to ephemerality, and therefore is the brightest, the most beautiful. But it devours itself eventually. To love is pain. To love is to prevail beauty, to feel absolute reverence in whatever shape it takes. If in your eyes…” the breath hooked heavily in your chest, reminded of his words, “With my human eyes, that's all I can see”. You started again. “If in your eyes, it is beauty, then so be it. But to love it is to know you'll grieve over and over and over again, for it is a part of your heart." When you talked with him, you felt so sure of your words despite the centuries weighing heavy on your chest. You pierced your gaze into his own, looking far into the lush green of his eyes. “Would you fear that? Lingering and loving a thing enough to know it’s absence, le chasseur d'amour?”

Hunter of love. The title he wore like a crown felt like dust when it touched your lips. Once again, you were blurring the picture of clarity in his mind with a hazy heat, an aching hunger which rolled inside him that urged him to join your hands in breaking beauty, breaking truth. But he remained frozen.

His eyes shook at your words, your unblinking gaze searching for any fear, any grief, anything‒ in hopes that he would pluck it from its own heart and hand them to you‒ fill you with any particle of humanity. If it was him, surely it would feel fresh like the hunger in his eyes. Rook clambered those things in his chest, he felt the roles of the hunt were tipping, fiercely tumbling between animal and human‒ but he felt himself allowing it for once, his grip loosening and his chest swelling euphorically at his flowering palms.

“I am not scared.” He reveals quietly to you, as if whispering a secret. “Just greedy for it. For everything. Maybe it’s not all black and white as you say.”

Too many fruit bore in front of his eyes, and every second he spent inspecting one made another rot. He starved below the base of the fruit tree, paralyzed in choosing which delectable sweetness he could latch his lips onto for eternity. There’s no time, no time, not enough, he seethes.

You saw the quiet fire in his eyes, looking aside in shame. You had no right on the matter‒ you could linger as long as you could‒ you had the choice to leave people first before they hollowed you out with their absence. And even if you stayed, it would be fossilized under the deep pressure of eternity‒ their faces would become unknown to even you, forgotten forever. True death‒ you witnessed it, created it over and over.

Right, this again. Humans did not have this privilege. But you did.

You felt far, impossibly small for these vast things.

“Yes. You’re right.” I am no longer entitled to such things.

“Then how about you? Do you love it?”

“I…” I shouldn’t. I can’t. Not again.“…I have no right on the matter. You shouldn’t listen to me.”

His frown loosened into disappointment. He grips his sensitivities back into his chest once more, quieting his footsteps as a kindness as he walks towards the door. “I see”.

You clumsily clasped his wrist with your gloved hand. “Wait‒” He turns, with wild eyes. “I didn’t mean‒“ What were you doing?

Despite the stillness in his body, you could feel the warmth rumbling through his wrist through your gloves, into you sensors. “Can I show you instead? And‒ you could help me decide?" You felt like a child again, begging for forgiveness, justifying your ignorance to people twice your size. "I don’t know. I truly don’t. I wish I could tell you. I'm sorry."

“...Okay.”

You slid your arm to cup your hand over his. His lips twisted slightly, but allowed you to guide his fingers towards a familiar statue, encrusted with soft, pink wax. You pressed it against where her cheek was, her flushed skin, warmed from the sunlight and life that was fleeting within when you touched her with your bare hand. You felt hers, then his heartbeat jump in your hands.

“Tell me, what does she say to you?”

Rook was silent for a moment. “Can it speak?”

“Her.” You corrected gently, running his hand in across her jaw with the soft force of your own. “Her name…I cannot remember, time is bitter to me right now. But feel her‒ what do you feel from her?” You felt your fingers lingering on his own, before they parted from him, your body falling to a chair.

As he felt the fluttering heartbeat‒ gradually slowing in his hands, a storm of stimulation buzzed inside him. This felt like sweetness leaving his lips, leaving his mouth dry, but honeyed. She feels green with greed, but in the light it shines pink‒ like tender flesh, like love; and blue, like the quiet entropy of the cosmos. Everything felt so raw‒ the colors and his senses fresh to him like a child, or a man nearing death. When the beating burrowed in the wax slowed to a whisper, she felt lighter against his touch. But he still felt her warmth dancing in his palms, leaving a ripple of colors before it turned snowy white in his mind. A frosted fragrance, like pine, smoldering to ash in the fireplace. It reminded him of Christmas nights with his siblings, where distant laughter could be heard in the room over as he drifted into blissful stillness. The warmth felt like a hand in the dark‒ like when his father had guided him through the forest on early winter mornings to see the sun rise. Your love carved into this cold flesh‒ felt so alive, felt like everything, everywhere, all at once.

He felt a swelling in his entire body, every nerve, every cell in his body felt bigger than he was, threatening to burst at his seams. It was the same feeling he had felt when he first encountered this statue‒ a bittersweet fire at his tongue, something writhing under his bones, begging to dig its way out.

The beauty of your craft had been knowledge, something he had merely observed before. But even his exceptionally sharp eyes could not have felt so tenderly, this, that, here, there, all of it. Only when you had led his hand heavy towards fleeting life, a ceaseless thing you had felt in the centuries of your existence‒ had he truly loved the heaven-laden beauty crafted by your hands. You were right. Before, he didn't want to give a single drop of himself‒ seizing your life as a fruitful opportunity, sweet but quick to rot. Now, he felt himself sinking into it, feeling, smelling, and tasting its whole as a part of himself, before he carried that flesh to his mouth to become a part of his mortal blood. Oh gods, it was delicious to eat the world so tender. He could feel himself falling off his bones.

“Do you think that is love? It’s been six hundred years‒“ You gulped the heavy air between those words. “I just know anymore‒ what humanity or beauty or love is. I'm a fraud. I'm no artist. A fraud."

He suddenly understood Idia’s angered response. If you were a fraud what was he? “Maître d’Ivoire. You know better than anyone, those words could not possibly be true.” The muscles behind his eyes tightened from the salt that lurched behind them. He cradled his own thoughts in his chest, guarding it with such tightness he feared he might break them. He let go to reach a hand towards your bare hand‒ feeling the warmth pouring from yours into his bones, softening that hold inside of him even more. When he spoke, he merely traced the words inside of him, spending no time decorating with meticulous distance like he always had.

“It feels like a storm is buzzing inside me. Like the bitter chill of a quiet morning. Like sweetness leaving my lips‒ spacious, but sweetened. She feels green with greed but shines pink in the light‒ like tender flesh, like love; and blue like the quiet entropy of the cosmos.”

“Oh‒“

“Allow me to finish. Everything feel so raw when I touched her‒ I felt like. Child or a man of his deathbed. And when the life stopped‒ it still felt warm, and colorful. It was like cool pine, smoldering to ash in the fireplace. Like Christmas nights with my family, nights where I hear distant auger from the other room while I drifted off to sleep. The warmth felt like my father’s hand in the dark‒ when he guided me through the forest on early winter mornings to see the sunrise.” He sucked in a deep breath to catch his own. “If this is the life and death you have touched others with is not love, I would not want to know it.”

You gave him an owlish stare, unable to give a response to his words. Now, you felt far too close, tethered to your body and its rising warmth that tingled at your cheeks. You brought your fingers to your face to check your temperature. They shook with your twitching blood, unable to register anything other than their tremble. If you had a stomach, you would have heaved it out with your heart at that moment you realized Rook was still holding your bare hand in his own.

“That’s so…” Your hand squeezed his. “…sappy.”

Rook gave you the same look you had a second ago, before bursting out in a fit of laughter. You quickly trailed behind him with your own chuckles, but you don’t let eachother’s hands go. The atelier fills with the lightness of your laughters, the two of you clutching stomachs and throwing your heads back and forth, but you don’t let eachother’s hands go. The weight of that touch grounds the soaring feeling inside of you, hand in hand, sharing that gravity together.

“Not only are you an artist‒ you are a comedian too? Fantastique!”

“Only because I did not know you were such a sap! But I should have guessed‒ le chasseur d'amour.” Your laughter began to die down to chuckles. “It’s been centuries since I’ve laughed like this.”

“I am glad to be the reason you have.”

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Notes:

You know, in a perfect world, there would be an English or Japanese to Old French translator. Or I would have some linguistic talent. Unfortunately the transition from Roman Vulgar Latin (the dialect of Classic Latin spoken in the Western Roman Empire) to French is so fucking convoluted because Charlemagne tasked an English who didn’t even speak a lick of Latin (or any Romance languages) to “French-ify” it by making all of the spelling literal from the pronouciation of the Latin word. Also French has a bunch of other influences like Celtic languages (Gaulish‒ because oh yeah, the Roman Empire was big but so were the Goths) and others because after the Roman Empire fell, things were a little bit chaotic until countries began to differentiate themselves by the Middle Ages were Middle French emerged as a closer relative to contemporary French.

If it’s one thing I can’t do it’s languages. I can barely speak my native language (Japanese) or my second language (English), and sometimes I’m illiterate like genuinely I look at my writing sometimes and I’m like ….What? I’m sure you all share similar sentiments about my writing sometimes lol. But sorry for the historical accuracy this time. My academic Achilles heel consists of non-applicable math and sciences, and linguistics.

Fruit tree analogy stolen from The Bell Jar lol I love Sylvia Plath

Sorry this was kind of short. But I have something bigger planned for the next chapter

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My secret Santa gift for @aph-america I hope you like it! The prompt I chose was sci-fi au and I wanted to practice doing a different way of writing a fic so this is what I came up with.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word count: 1,641

From the Research of Alfred F. Jones

These are the notes that I, senior biological researcher, Alfred F. Jones have taken of the newly discovered intelligent alien life forms known as ‘rocerits’. Contact between our species was made about seven months ago when our vessel The Nebula responded to a distress call from a free floating botany ship. In a one-in-a-billion moment, a meteorite had shot through their fuel storage leaving them stranded until we came to help.

Seeing this new biological discovery, my superior Dr.Kirkland and I went about documenting the many physical discrepancies between our species and theirs. Noted major differences were their enormous height (avg. 7’ 7” ft/ 231 cm), large weight (avg. 324 lbs/ 147 kg), lightly pink colored skin, and the strange way their language, for the most part, matched up in tones with the human language Russian.

The purpose of this paper is for supplemental information and further details on their basic biological functions can be found through Dr.Kirkland’s reports. My motivation for writing this is that I wanted to take a more thorough look into the rocerits’ romantic and sexual habits and by my luck, the head botanist, hereby known by the alias “Vanya”, was more than ready to help me gather my information.

Subject

Name: “Vanya”

Human Sex Equivalent: Male

Human Age Equivalent: 24 years old

Height: Unusually short for his species at 6’ 5” ft/196 cm

Weight: 253 lbs/115 kg

Skin Details: A light pastel pink color, similar in texture to humans except much harder to cut/prick

Eyes: Deep purple, the most common type of color for their species

Hair: A silver-white color, almost blonde

Other Physical Descriptors: Thick but pillowy thighs, wide hips, slight pudge around stomach, and no nipples as they do not breastfeed

In just the first few months of meeting, Vanya adjusted to the Earth language Russian and fascinatingly, learned quite a bit of English to be able to carry on the conversations necessary for our research. This is what I’ve recorded from the last couple months of our interactions.

Cooler Body Temperature

From the jump, rocerits do not consume food like the way humans do but instead work like plants by using large bodies of heat/light to convert to energy. Because of this, their bodies are much cooler than ours in order to withstand the heat for longer periods of time and interestingly, it seems that they are highly attracted to the warmth generated by other biological beings, such as humans.

A tip for those sharing a room with a rocerit: if sleeping in separate beds, keep the room warm (72°F/ 22°C minimum) and use a personal fan for yourself. If you’re sharing the same bed, keep the temperature however you want but be prepared to be cuddled by an enormous cool body.

Transcript of a recording taken 07/24/2XXX at 1:13 AM:

[BEGIN LOG]

(There’s the muffled sound of sheets rustling)

Alfred: (Groggily) Well good morning to you too Vanya~

Vanya: (Surprised) O-Oh um…wrong bed sorry–

(Vanya attempts to leave. More rustling happens followed by a yelp and a thudding against the bed)

Alfred: Hey, where do you think you’re going?

Vanya: As I said, I-I just got into the wrong bed…

(No response)

Alfred: Dude if you wanted to cuddle you could’ve just asked.

(No response)

Alfred: C’mere.

(Alfred positions Vanya and himself to be facing each other, legs entwined and bodies pressed flushed)

Alfred: Hmm, so soft and cool~ You’re so nice to hold.

(It’s quiet except for the sound of soft breathing)

Vanya: …So are you.

[END LOG]

Scenting Glands

Rocerits express intimacy first through scenting their partner with pheromones secreted from glands located around their neck and shoulders. Hugs are seen as a more intimate act between each other and in Vanya’s case, he was a big cuddler. Due to a past incident Vanya did not want disclosed to this paper, there was scaring around his neck that affected his ability to scent others. However, to my surprise, it still had such an intense effect on even humans that I practically couldn't even keep my hands off him.

A tip for a quick solution to a horny rocerit: litter their neck and shoulders with hickeys/bite marks to bring them to a fast climax.

Transcript of a recording taken 08/16/2XXX at 7:36 PM:

[BEGIN LOG]

(A chair sound squeaks because Vanya is clinging to Jones’ back over his chair in his office)

Alfred: (Amused) What are you doing?

Vanya: You said you would be done by now.

Alfred: I know, but Artie keeps piling on more information for me to add to this report. Look, how about in an hour ngh–

(The taller man takes a light bite of the exposed skin above Jones’ shirt collar)

Alfred: (Stifling a whine in his throat) D-Dude, I’m almost done. Believe me, I wanna fuck you so bad…just let me finish and save this paragraph.

(In irritation, Vanya pulls Jones away from his desk to sit on his lap in his chair)

Vanya: Humans are impossible creatures, you overwork yourselves, your biology is complicated and messy, (he begins releasing pheromones to entice Jones) and you only respond when I have to take drastic measures.

Alfred: (Shudders from the effects) God, such a needy man! You wanna cum so badly huh? Fine.

(Alfred keeps the man held tightly in his embrace. There’s a small noise of clothing being removed as he takes off Vanya’s scarf to leave a multitude of hickeys around the scarring of his neck. The next several minutes are filled with the sound of lips against skin, Vanya’s moaning, and the chair’s creaking growing louder. When Alfred gives his Adam’s apple a sharp bite, there’s a sudden loud gasp that turns into a low groan. All that’s left heard is the sound of quiet breathing)

Alfred: (Breathing labored) There, are you happy now? My lips feel all numb and tingly.

Vanya: Hmm, now it is your turn~

(He tries to grab at Alfred’s pants but the man bats his hands away)

Alfred: Ah ah ah, come on man, I need to finish this report or Artie’ll put a strike against me. Here, (hands him his room keys) you can clean up in my room and I’ll meet you when I’m done ‘kay?

[END LOG]

Intercourse

With a lack of a digestive system, rocerits do not have a need for a colon or anus. However, reproduction still requires a male and female individual. Female rocerits, like female humans, have a vulva, and males have a penis while their testicles remain inside their cooled bodies. In a fascinating discovery, similar to how all human sexes retain their nipples, rocerit biology also has all sexes retain an orifice between their legs that works in a similar function to a vagina with the exception that males of the species are unable to carry children. With Vanya’s help, I’ve also learned how, evolutionarily, their hole is able to clench down tight onto their partner to ensure that pregnancy happens.

A tip for those in the penetrative position with a rocerit: be absolutely prepared to be connected to your partner for a while as their orgasms last longer than humans.

Transcript of a recording taken 09/04/2XXX at 3:48 PM:

[BEGIN LOG]

(Alfred sits on his knees between Vanya’s spread legs, both are only in their underwear)

Vanya: Why does the recording need to be on now?

Alfred: I told you I need to get this on record for my research!

Vanya: You just want to record us having sex.

Alfred: No! This is purely for educational purposes and will be totally helpful for future interspecies research.

Vanya: (Deadpan) Right. Because nothing is more informational than pornography.

(There's a pause of silence between the two)

Alfred: (Quietly) …Are you cool with it? I can stop the recording if you want.

(Another pause)

Vanya: You are sweet~ (He pulls him down for a kiss) Go on, gather all the “research” you need.

(For a few minutes the sounds of kissing and soft moans are heard. At the rustling of clothing being removed, heavier breathing and the wet noise of Alfred fingering Vanya open fill the room)

Alfred: God, when I bite your shoulder you squeeze my fingers so damn tightly… (Teasingly) Want me to make you cum from just my hand~?

Vanya: Nyet! (Scenting grows) Alfred please…

(Alfred, head hazy, growls and hurries to slam himself inside the older man. The constant squeaking of the bed is soon drowned out by Vanya’s cries and Alfred’s grunting as they build up a fast, desperate rhythm)

Alfred: (Muffled against Vanya’s neck) Shit– So good! So go–ghh!

(After a bit, Vanya lets slip a whine, clinging to the smaller man as he reaches orgasm. Alfred tenses when Vanya involuntarily clenches down, gripping him in a bruising hold and making him cum immediately)

Alfred: Fuck hah–!

(Vanya is still out of it when Alfred comes back to his senses and, unable to pull out, is easily overstimulated)

Alfred: Ivah–Vanya let go, pleeease! (He cums again) Ngh–

(The taller man, exhausted, finally calms down enough to release Alfred with a pleased hum. The younger man is near passing out when he collapses limp onto Vanya as the audio then goes silent)

[END LOG]

After about nine months, we were finally able to fully repair their ship. Passing along planet coordinates, we expect our species to make further contact with each other within the next few years. I thank the rocerits for their cooperation in our data collecting and I specifically expect to continue my work with Vanya for the foreseeable future.

Note: Alfred I am not going to publish what is essentially smut! Stop sending this to my desk!

- Dr. A. Kirkland

[let-me-be-an-egg-toast]

CHAPTER 1: THE BIG SLEEP PROLOGUE - SCENE 1 - SCENE 2

CUT TO: EXT. UNKNOWN WAREHOUSE - NIGHT (DOWNPOUR) MURPHY walks in front of the warehouse, all of its large gates opened, revealing the empty darkness from within the establishment. He looks around warily, checking for hidden agents, anchors, anything. [UNKNOWN]: Hello, Mr. Law. MURPHY quickly turns his head to the warehouse, and a pair of floating round glasses at one of its gates looked back at him in the pouring rain, edges glistening in the moonlight. This was O5-1, and all we can tell you is she's no longer welcomed to the Foundation. For purposes we will still be using her former title. Her body could not be seen, the darkness of the warehouse completely covering it without even a hint of her silhouette, adding eerieness to her presence before him. Guessing based on the height of her glasses, she had to be a bit taller than him. MURPHY exasperatedly sighs. MURPHY: Jesus toots - couldn't you have chosen a better place to stand in? O5-1: I'm easily recognizable except when I'm in complete shadow, Mr. Law. Apologies if I startled you. MURPHY silently scoffs. MURPHY: [sarcastic] Oh no need to worry - I'm more concerned on other things. O5-1: [serious] Well I hope they don't distract you Murphy, because right now I need your utmost focus and trust. She sighs. O5-1: Look- She steps out of the gate, revealing her tall frame cloaked in a long coat. Her glasses were perched in front of a blank, porcelain mask. Her hands were covered in white gloves, with one of them holding a mysterious suitcase, rain now hitting and dripping off of it. Despite only a slight difference in height, her appearance makes her feel as if she were towering over MURPHY. O5-1: -I am going to say this as quick as I can. I know you have your reasons. You have every right not to trust me at this moment, but I want you to do so - if only for this once. See, this- She lifts the luggage up, drops of water scattering from it. MURPHY's gaze drifts towards it. O5-1: This is bigger than you and me. Bigger than any of us. All I can tell you right now that it is important we destroy this, as quickly as we can. MURPHY eyes it warily, suspicion slowly crawling inside like a snake inching towards its gullible prey. MURPHY: Why me? Why not one of your squadrons or agents? One of them has to still be loyal to you. She sighs. O5-1: All of them are under a tight leash by my...former co-workers. But you're not. You're not connected to any authority; and that's exactly what I need right now. MURPHY opens his mouth to speak until O5-1 cut him off. O5-1: Look, we wasted too much time. I'll tell you more in the drive, but we need to get going- A bullet suddenly zips past the both of them, putting a hole in the concrete wall behind O5-1, mere milimeters from her head, causing her and MURPHY to immediately back away. O5-1: -now. Without another word, she quickly grabs MURPHY's wrist and bolts away, dragging him with her. Another shot rang dangerously between the two of them, almost hitting MURPHY in the process. Splatters from shallow rain puddles echoed their every footstep in the night as they darted through the rain. More bullets rapidly followed their trail like greyhounds to rabbits, hitting against walls of concrete or glass. They finally reached the car, quickly climbing in as O5-1 hurried MURPHY. O5-1: [panicked] GO GO GO- MURPHY: [muttering] Don't have to tell me twice, woman. MURPHY grimaced as he sent the gas pedal to the floor, sending the vehicle 80mph, its tires loudly skidding from the speed. They went off into the distance, to God knows where.

[vwk7121]

ARDN631 Saskia Norman Week 1

For the photos up until DSC_1300 I was listening to and thinking of the song Dance The Night by Dua Lipa, and I feel that the bright lighting helps to brighten the mood and express how pop the song is. I am not usually very expressive on camera so it was challenging for me to show the mood in these photos, but in comparison to the next set they look a lot lighter and clearer.

For the the photos DSC_1329 onwards I was listening to and thinking of the song 80s Mercedes Maren Morris, and while this song doesn't have a dark mood it was definitely not as bright and pop as the other song. This song has a slower and more country sound, so I tried to express that through the more yellow lighting and with a different mirror. These ones were really challenging to shoot because the mirror was old and had a lot of scratches and other marks that kept messing with the camera's focus, so some of them are a bit blurry and even are solely focused on those marks.

I did try using the self timer to take some self portraits but I didn't have a way to set the camera up in front of a mirror so I wasn't able to take any photos hands free, but I figured out how to do it so I could if I needed to.

Fiona Pardington

I chose this photo because I hadn't been seeing many side profile portraits while researching so I found it interesting. The lighting in this one is really striking to me because of the way such specific areas are highlighted so brightly, which add more depth and detail to the head. The dark shadows are very strong which means that they are visible against the dark grey sculpture, and creates a nice contrast with the lighter parts.

The composition of the sculpture shows off the fine detail of the side profile that may not be appreciated from a front view. The close up framing means that the sculpture is directly in the center of the image, and means that it catches attention much more than the plain white background.

Edith Amituanai

This photo has interesting composition and setting, and the lighting really completes the mood overall. The lighting is very dull, seemingly all natural light coming from a window on the right, but it gives off the look of artificial lighting from how much it seems to be coming from behind the camera. This warm-toned lighting creates a homely feeling, which fits with the homely and family life mood and setting of the image.

The composition is very zoomed out, showing the subject's fully body, and he is centered with the fireplace, which draws in a lot of focus to him. He is slightly diagonally-facing which creates some slight shadows along the left side, since the light seems to be hitting from the right to the middle. All of this gives the photo a very nostalgic feeling to it, since the background shows that it really was just taken in a home. Edith Amituanai is described as “a village photographer.” because of this exact mood and feeling she is able to create with her work.

Dunn, M. (2019). Edith Amituanai - essay. Photo Forum Online. https://www.photoforum-nz.org/blog/2019/7/5/edith-amituanai-essay

Laurence Aberhart

Since this image is in black and white and is taken outside with a lot of soft natural lighting, there is hardly any dynamic range with everything very defused and dulled. The darkest parts of the image are the hair and clothing, which isn't affected by the lighting, so the image doesn't have a very intense mood which seems for fitting for a photo of children.

The composition of the image is very centered and zoomed out, capturing their full bodies and even having them truely centered by sitting so their feet aren't touching the bottom edge. The children are positioned with the shortest in the middle so the heights are symmetrical on each side, and the window/door indent area they are sitting in makes for a more interesting background while seeming more silly and child-like. Since he uses a large format camera his photos and compositions are "more considered in a formal sense." (Museum of Contemporary Art Ltd., 2013).

Museum of Contemporary Art Ltd. (2013). South of no North. https://static1.squarespace.com/static/54728164e4b081a2addc014d/t/54b5f17be4b05e2e7fb60546/1421209979414/South+of+no+North.pdf

[spoekelse]

I’m so so sick of seeing American customary units defenders taking about what’s “intuitive”

The only thing american customary is good for is height in ft/inches, but centimetres work just as well. Better, even. If you're doing heights that people generally are, you've got the 5 ft range, and the 6 ft range. With centimetres you have 150cm range, 160 cm range, 170 cm range, and 180 cm range. And if those are too many syllables for you, you can just slap in a decimal point and have it be 1.5, 1.6 metres etc.

Then they start talking your ear off about Fahrenheit vs. Celsius like “it’s people oriented” even though the human body temperature is not 100°, but… 98.6?? As if 32° for a freezing temperature makes more sense than 0° for freezing and 100° for boiling? Please be real.

(context)

What am I reading here? Those sandwiches aren’t actually a foot long. Only roughly. We have Subway sandwich establishments worldwide, and (at least in Norway) they’re still called footlongs, because people understand that’s a size of sandwich. It says in the fine print if you really don’t know. People are not calling them “0.3 metre sandwiches”. It’s like how people got used to Starbuck’s weird sizes- “tall, grande, venti”.

If feet are really so important to the measurement of sandwiches, they will stand the test of time. Like how in Japan, the floor space in houses is still measured in terms of tatami mats, and sake is still sold by gō.

When it comes to temperature, there are far too many factors that go into sensing temperature changes, enough that (imo) there’s no great difference between Fahrenheit and Celsius. Humans will sense a 0.1° per second increase but not a 0.5° per minute increase. Humidity and wind vastly change perceptions of temperature, and within certain ranges, people are much better at detecting slight differences.

[tutuandscoot]

I always find it interesting to compare TS to other skaters, because when you mostly just watch them and their programs it’s easy to marvel at just how good they are and… like they are legitimately just so much better than everyone else.. they just are and if you have a spare few days I’d be happy to run through all those things with you. But when you can directly compare to others it makes pointing out those things objectively an easier way to see the differences.

So this is a really good post to compare some slight differences that really make TS just so much more polished and aesthetically pleasing to watch.

As always this is not to insult or talk poorly about others, these are all great athletes but it’s just to highlight TS’s differences. Also, I fully understand there are movement difference between TS who are dancers and ME (I’m just gonna use initials) who are pairs skaters and just typically don’t have that same attention to movement details as TS would though out their training.

But here we go:

The first thing my eyes go to is the position of T’s legs. As she finishes her spin she places her toe pick, finishes the pivot and that right foot doesn’t move as she lays back. That allows her to put her weight onto that leg so she can straighten and turn out her left leg. Whereas M, she may be off balance or just hasn’t placed her pick hard enough, so after she initially places it in she moves it again as she lays back. At first it actually seems she’s placed it in the wrong place so she would have to lay on her side, so she moves it again to align herself to go down on her back. Whereas all T’s weight is on her toe pick (right side), M still clearly has weight on her left leg. Therefore she is unable to turn it out as she lays down, and it ends up in a quite unattractive turned in position on the inside blade edge (T’s is on her outside edge). T is also pointing her right toe even as she isn’t weight bearing by the end- she presses the arch of her foot forward to make it point (as much as is possible in skates), M has hers in a flexed position resting on the back of the toe pick.

It’s a little hard to judge fully from the angle, but it kinda looks as though M leans back with her body in a straight alignment, meaning there is less of a fluid motion to get her to that end pose, where as T you can see starts to sit down on his lap slightly before rolling through her spine to lay back. I am fully aware of each teams respective height differences and it may be that M is to short to sit on E’s lap- so that’s fine she can’t really do anything about that, I just thought I’d point it out though.

You can also see M holds onto E with her left hand almost immediately, where’s as T leaves her left hand/arm out and let’s it float down to him as she lays that little bit further back. (Coordinated with how he holds her head).

I’m gonna interrupt here to say while I did say initially there are differences between teams in the way they move given their respective disciplines, however, they are all doing the same chore here (and quite simple chore at that). So it’s not as though there are just minor quality differences, there are also slight differences to the exact movements they are doing. Did (I think it was Jeff Buttle that did this) want the girls to hold with one hand or two, did he want their left legs turned out? I have no way of knowing.. but these are things when it comes to group dances, if the choreographer has specified what he/she/they wants, it shouldn’t matter your respective training, everyone should be doing the same thing.

And similar to the point about M laying back more more straight and stiff, whereas T is more fluid, it kind of looks as though the way she grabs E with both hands that he may not have had her securely or she felt off balance, whereas you can see S has T securely initially with his right hand wrapped around her pulling her close to him and is then guiding her down.

Once again it’s hard with the different angles but it looks to me as though S is laying over T at more of left leaning angle towards her but E is more just bending straight forward over her.

With TS this makes a lovely final movement because she is rolling though her spine to lay down and he is following the contour of her body to lay down over her at the same angle. He also very delicate takes her head to support it- same as how T doesn’t grab him with her left hand straight away, he waits till she’s relaxed and he can take the weight of her head to support her. With M+E you can briefly see in the first gif he kinda quickly goes to support her head even before she has layed back.

Overall it looks as though M+E are rushing the movement whereas TS are indulging in it. They aren’t chasing the music, they are just in the music, it’s like the music conforms to their movement. But M+E (maybe) it’s like just do it and get down. (That may seem harsh, however I’ve watched quite a few of ME competitive programs and I feel the same way about their musicality at times- so it’s not just this).

So those are just a few things I’d thought I’d point out. Again it’s not to insult or judge others as being worse because they are obviously very talented, but in the discussion of what makes TS so much better, part of it and specifically in discussing movement quality it’s details like this.

@dencan’s Video: (x)

[yandereshingeki]

Dear Rabbit

Yandere! Werewolf! Eren Jaeger x Reader

Eren J Masterlist

Word Count: 19k

Pairing: Eren x Reader

Content: Smut, Slight Fluff, Yandere themes, Slight Violence

Content Warnings: Fem bodied reader, Eren calling reader ‘bunny’, use of ‘good girl’ once, calling Eren ‘sir’ once, Dubcon (reader consents but under the influence of “heat”), kidnapping, Hybrids(?), Mentions of Pregnancy/impregnation, implied forced pregnancy, mentions of hunting, Scratching, injury (Eren digging his claws into you), Stockholm Syndrome (speedrun edition—influenced by marking), violence, fighting, raw meat (does that need a warning??), very small amount of hurt/comfort, Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, Marking, Smut (Size difference, breeding, slight A/B/O themes, knotting, heat, rut, creampie, cunnilingus, nipple play, F! receiving oral, stretching, stomach buldge, cervix pounding, slight orgasm denial), slight monsterfucking(?)

Summary: A part-wolf part-human creature has been watching you for quite some time, and he’s finally matured enough to make you his mate. You don’t remember him, but he’d do anything to make you his.

Werewolf Eren’s size compared to an average height person

An extra dilf werewolf eren <3

While reading the smut portion of this—please remember that it is unrealistic as fuck, because if you had sex with someone who’s dick was as big as Werewolf Eren’s, your insides would probably break. I lowkey cringed a lot while writing about the heat stuff 😭😭 I am so sorry

Also I sort of combined his manga colors and anime colors in this—black hair and green eyes

The rain fell heavily outside, crashing against the windows and roof of your apartment. Tree branches fluttered and waved with the wind, knocking against the window in your room as if they were begging for an escape from the storm.

You were getting ready for another day of school, packing your bag with all of the notebooks you needed, followed by your sticker-covered laptop and the pencil pouch you kept stocked with all of the pens, markers, and #2 pencils you could ever need. After pulling a waterproof jacket over your outfit of choice—jean shorts and a well-worn shirt—you pulled the thick bag straps over your shoulders and left your room, shutting the door behind you. 

One of your roommates sat in the kitchen on her phone, giving a quiet “morning” while she scrolled through Instagram. Without classes in the morning to keep her busy, she often made breakfast for you and your other roommate—which was always greatly appreciated. Today, she’d made toast, leaving out all of the possible toppings for you to choose from on the counter. 

You picked up a slice from the plate, munching on it quickly while raiding the pantry nearby for a granola bar or two, just in case the toast wasn’t enough to hold you off until lunch. As you prepared to walk out the door, your roommate was quick to say, “Watch out for werewolves!”

It was a running joke between people that lived in your relatively tiny town, brought on by the large wolf population in the surrounding forests—and also by the superstition of werewolves that supposedly lived beside their more canine brethren. Older people would tell their young grandchildren all about it, or mothers used it to keep their children from going too close to the woods. Either way, you didn’t believe it, but it was fun to joke about.

With a giggle, you bid her goodbye—pulling your jacket’s hood up, leaving the house, and starting your walk to the bus stop in the pouring rain.

The sidewalk was soaked, little worms wriggling out of the grass for fresh air. Carefully, you avoided them the whole way, reaching the bus stop and waiting quietly for your ride to show up. A few minutes passed before you heard the stutter of the bus engine—the long, white vehicle littered with advertisements pulling up to the bench you waited on. 

You got up, stomping through the tiny puddles of rain on the sidewalk and climbing the stairs into the bus. It was mostly empty, aside from a few middle-aged people on their way to work. The windows were blurred from the rain, making it difficult to see when you sat down and tried to look through them. Although, if you squinted and looked into the distance—hidden by the underbrush and the thick tree trunks—you could’ve sworn you saw someone standing there, watching you. Rubbing your eyes and looking again, you noticed the figure was gone. You simply shrugged it off and turned forward, resting your head against the cold window. 

It was probably never there in the first place, you thought. You always saw things like that out of the corners of your eyes that weren’t really there, so it was easy to assume that this time was the same. 

If only you had known it was real, maybe you could have done something to avoid it.

  School went by quickly, and all of your classes for the day ended by noon. You just decided to go back home instead of sticking around—mostly because it would be easier for you to study there than in a public place. 

By now, the rain had lightened up a little and created a thin fog on the ground, making it difficult to see things at a distance. You no longer needed to wear your jacket, so you held it under your arm while you waited for your ride home. After the bus arrived and you got on, you texted your roommate that you would be back soon and asked if she could heat up some leftovers for you to have for lunch. She replied with a thumbs-up emoji, making you smile while you tucked your phone away into your bag.

The bus was quick to arrive back in your neighborhood, with fewer stops being necessary this time due to the lack of people. Stepping off, you walked past the end of the bus—only to stop at the sight of your neighbors waving at you from across the street. They were an elderly couple you became acquainted with while living at your nearby home, a pretty nice and sweet pair too. They just asked you how you were doing or how school was doing most of the time, so it really threw you for a loop when instead of their usual kind gestures, their faces contorted into ones of horror and paralyzing fear. 

Before you had a chance to question it, everything moved faster than you could comprehend. 

The first thing you realized was that you were being grabbed, but the next thing you knew—you were tumbling forward into the road, only being protected by whatever had a hold on you turning and hitting the pavement first. A scream from the elderly woman across the street echoed through the air, alerting the creature and causing it to panic and start running—with you in its arms. 

The grip it had on you hurt, its claws digging into you and creating small gashes in your sides that bled through your clothes. Only now, after having a moment to process what happened, did you start to squirm and scream for help. It was already too late for anyone to rescue you from the beast, but it was the only thing you could try. 

Your cries for help quieted into muffled sobs as you passed the threshold of the woods—the forest was huge; there was almost no chance of someone finding you there. You were going to die, you were sure of it, it was going to eat you.

Minutes passed, only filled with your cries of distress and the creature’s pants and feet crunching sticks and leaves on the ground—but then you hit a large clearing, and the sky was visible again. You couldn’t see well—your face buried in the shirt your kidnapper was wearing, and the sides of your head being blocked by the arms that were wrapped around you—only leaving you the ability to look up at the sky.

Small sprinkles of rain hit your face, joining the tears that dampened your cheeks. The creature let out a huff, its claws digging deeper into your already bloodied sides and making you wail in pain. You could feel it turn to look down at you, but you couldn’t see anything more than its neck and chin. After burying your face into its chest and letting out another cry, it started moving again, this time going from the woods into what you assumed to be a cabin—or a den of sorts. You couldn’t see much, but you did notice that it got darker and that the droplets of rain that you’d felt before ceased.

You were let go of without warning—dropped onto a soft, lumpy pile that was covered by a big linen blanket. Finally able to see your captor, you gazed up at him to see who and what he was.

He stared back at you, his bright eyes glowing green like the forest, even in the dark. Although he looked human, he wasn’t—there was no way he could have been, he was huge compared to the average person. Not only that, but emerging from his head stood two fluffy black ears that twitched as you studied him, matching his hair color—and further down, you could just barely make out a messy and tangled-looking tail, wagging back and forth behind him. The clothes he wore looked to be made by human hands, but considering how human-esque he was, they very well could have been made by him.

Your attention turned to your surroundings, eyeing the wooden walls surrounding the “bed” you were sitting on. There was more to this house that he had taken you into, but you couldn’t see past his broad shoulders and tall stature.

His wide eyes met with yours again, only for a second before he turned away and hurried off into the other part of the house, finally allowing you to see the rest of his abode when you sat up. Now that you could, you realized just how small the space really was—there was a big main room that held several different kinds of wooden storages stocked with different jars and bags, and then the small indent in the corner where the bed—and you—currently were.

The tall wolf-man dug through one of the cabinets attached to the wall, finally pulling out a roll of gauze. He hurried back to you, grabbing the hem of your ruined shirt and starting to pull it up without warning. Before he could drag it even halfway above your stomach, you slapped his claws away and fell backward, trying to curl into yourself and cover your bleeding sides. His ears fell back, and he held his hands up in front of him like he was trying to show that he wouldn't hurt you. 

“I can’t bandage you with your shirt on.” His voice was soft as he spoke, acting like if he raised his voice too high, you would shatter like glass.

The edge in his green in his eyes had changed, turning softer—his pupils dilated, eyes growing glossier the longer he looked at your scared figure, making it clear that he had no intention of harming you—because why would he, especially if he was giving you such a loving gaze. After thinking about it, you realized you wouldn’t be able to stop the bleeding as quickly as him, and you didn’t need to be any weaker than you already were. Otherwise, there might not be any hope for your escape at all. 

Slowly, you moved back to your previous position at the edge of the bed, starting to tug your shirt up. You stopped below your chest, still too afraid and untrusting to go any further. Every muscle in your body felt tense as he leaned in, maneuvering his hands around your waist to wrap the gauze tightly against your skin. It was fast, but the entire time you kept your eyes squeezed shut like it would make him disappear before they opened up again.

When he leaned away and you no longer felt his arms close to you, your eyes shot open so that you could stay aware of his every move. He stood over you awkwardly, leaning forward slightly and staring at your shirt with his lips pressed into a straight line while he contemplated his next move. You stared back at him, eyes darting to the side to ignore the uncomfortable tension.

And then, before you could stop him—he ripped your shirt off and speedily switched it out with his, barely giving you time to process what he had done before the oversized tunic was covering you up, the collar sliding off of one of your shoulders. Blinking for a second, you realized he began to walk away with your shirt—the only piece of clothing you had besides your shorts and underwear—so you jumped up and tried to take it back from him. He held it away from you effortlessly, high above his head where you couldn’t reach. 

“That’s—That’s mine!” You stuttered, stretching your arms up as far as you could before it made your sides burn.

“Go sit down—you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that.” The stern tone in his voice didn’t match the soft expression on his face, but it did match his actions as he pressed the pads of his fingers to your chest, pushing you back until you fell onto the soft bed.

Still unwilling to give up yet, you protested again, “But—But my shirt!” 

“There's blood on it and it has holes. It’s no use to you now, especially not out here.”

What he meant exactly by the words ‘out here’ you didn’t know, but you assumed it had something to do with the fact that you were deep in the woods, surrounded by all sorts of things that would easily hunt you down and kill you if they caught the smell of your blood. You looked down a little, staying quiet to tell him you understood, and that you could live without the soiled shirt. 

With a smile, he gave you a small pat on the head before walking to the opposite end of the room and dropping the fabric into a small, wooden bin on the floor. After pulling on a new shirt, he turned back to you, the first thing he noticed being your gaze, glued to the ground. Your face was mostly void of emotion—meaning he had no way of knowing what you were thinking, and no way of even guessing—leaving him grasping at straws to try and figure out how he could comfort you. 

Without giving any thought to how you would react to it, he walked over and wrapped his huge arms around you—effectively caging you in against his chest. Your entire body tensed up, shoulders scrunched up as far as they could be. It made you feel so small and powerless. You were small and powerless—against him at least.

After sitting quietly for what felt like hours—but was only a few minutes, in reality—he finally spoke up, “You’re so small still, even up close. Like a little bunny rabbit.”

The amount of effort it took to crane your neck enough so that you could look up at him was enormous, your bones cracking as you rested your chin on his chest. He peered down at you, a toothy smile forming slowly and showing off his dangerously sharp teeth. 

Struggling to get the words out from a combination of anxiety and your jaw being pressed shut against his sternum, you managed to question him, “Who—who are you—what are you? Why did—Why did you do this?”

“Oh.” He said in reply, not giving you a real answer yet—he needed a minute to figure out how he would explain his connection to you without sounding like he was making things up. You squirmed in his grip, trying to loosen it so that you weren’t being crushed. 

He asked you, looking almost sad as he spoke, “Do you—do you really not remember?”

When you shook your head in response, he gave a nervous chuckle and just decided to start from the beginning, “Well then, I guess I’ll just tell you.”

One of his arms around you moved so that he could cup your entire jaw with his hand, forcing you to keep your head turned upward while he talked to you, “Maybe you were too young to remember, but we always used to play together when we were kids.”

His explanation began, the smile coming back to his lips while he reminisced on the memories he had of your first years together, “Your mom would set you outside while she gardened nearby. She never paid enough attention to you—you always wandered off, just far away enough for me to come out of the woods without being afraid that she would catch us,” he paused for a moment to chuckle before continuing, “You used to call me ‘doggy’ and bring out this plastic ball; it wasn’t really meant for animals, but you just insisted on using it to play with me. There were little bells inside that jingled when you threw it and made me fetch it.”

He chuckled again, “Maybe you did see me as a dog back then, but that doesn’t matter now.”

You stared at him, semi-spaced out while you tried to remember his presence in your childhood. There was no memory of a wolf-human coming to play with you, the closest thing being when your nice neighbors would let you see their friendly Bernese mountain dog pup. Then again, there was a lot about your toddler years that you couldn’t remember anymore—maybe he just happened to be part of those forgotten moments.

Either way—it wasn’t important right now. The most important thing at the moment was figuring out who he was, and any way you could escape. Your previous relationship with him could come later—that is, if you stayed long enough. 

Before you could ask him for his name, he was already talking again, going on about your old times together. “You were so special to me. It hurt so bad that I had to stop seeing you when we got older but… it doesn’t matter anymore. Now that I'm old enough—now that we're finally together again…I’ll never let you go.”

He began to lean down, pursing his lips and getting ready to kiss you—not expecting the hand that slapped over his mouth when he got too close. He wasn’t even able to ask why because you were already talking, “What—What’s your name? I don’t even know your name.”

Despite looking a little disappointed from his attempt at kissing you being blocked, he responded with an indifferent tone, “Eren.”

After seeing you nod, his smile returned and he grabbed both of your wrists with his giant hands, ensuring that this time there was nothing to get in the way of his kiss. Desperate to avoid it, however, you leaned back as he leaned in—eventually hitting the bed and having nowhere else to turn. Even with everything inside of you screaming not to let him, you had no way of avoiding the moment his lips pressed against yours. He pushed your wrists into the bed too, successfully trapping you again, although this time leaving you feeling even more vulnerable than before.

You let him kiss you for a moment, hoping that he would pull away on his own. When he didn’t, you realized you would have to risk angering him to free yourself—and as much as his anger scared you, the thought of him going any further with you was scarier. 

Ripping yourself out of his grasp, you balled your hands into fists and shoved him in the chest as hard as you could, creating enough space in between you to curl your legs up, allowing you to kick him in the stomach. He tumbled back, groaning and grabbing at the already forming bruise. You wasted no time, getting up and trying to run—not even thinking about how close he was to you, the lack of distance allowing him to recapture you easily. There wasn’t even enough time for you to make it to the door before he recovered and pounced on you, grabbing at your injured sides so that you would instinctively curl up and focus more on getting his hands off of you. It made it easy for him to pick you up despite your squirming, taking you back to his bed and shoving you into it. 

You tried to sit up again, but he was quicker than you, pinning you down by your arms. His claws dug into your skin, only gentle enough that it wouldn’t draw blood—and he looked angry, growling and baring his teeth. It was more wolf-like than human, his eyes turning dark, reflecting a hint of red. 

Horrified, you shut your eyes and started to tear up—thinking he was going to claw your arms or face as a sort of punishment for trying to escape—but instead, he did nothing. He didn’t say anything either, not even when his anger finally subsided. He just stared—his eyes that reflected the color of the very forest he lived in piercing straight through your head. 

He was waiting—waiting for you to open your eyes so that he could make sure he had your full attention before making his warning. 

When you finally did, he grabbed both of your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them until your mouth was forced into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes met his, and he stared at you in silence for another moment before reprimanding you, “Don’t try that again. Ever.”

His voice was stern, contrasting his earlier, more cheery tone. 

“I’ll make it so you can’t run at all if you do.” 

The threat made a shiver run down your spine. He wouldn’t actually hurt you like that, right? Hopefully not. 

So distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the hand sliding down to your thigh until it was being squeezed. It was anything but gentle, serving as another warning of what he would do if you tried to run again. Honestly, just the thought of his sharp claws digging into your thighs until it hurt too much to stand was enough to scare you away from the idea—at least until you found an opportunity where it was certain you could make it. 

“Got it, bunny?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts again, keeping his gaze on you until you nodded. Then, his smile returned, as did his happier demeanor—and he acted like it had never left in the first place. 

Letting go of you, he stretched back and yawned, giving you the personal space you needed. You curled up, holding yourself and rubbing your arms for comfort while Eren got up and made his way across the room.

“Are you hungry at all? It must be almost noon by now, you should eat.”

You shook your head, but he either didn’t see you or didn’t care, because the next thing you heard was the clattering of different containers and ceramics. Sitting up, you looked over and saw him digging out different kinds of meats, berries, and fruits—probably because he didn’t know what kind you ate—or if you even ate meat. It was obvious that he wasn't well-versed in the diet of humans, considering he didn’t even bother cooking the meat before he went to hand it over to you. 

Not sure what to do next, you just held the plate in front of you and stared at it. You couldn’t eat most of what was on it—you weren’t sure if you even wanted to eat any of what would be considered edible to people—there was no way to tell what had been adequately washed or not.

Confused, Eren waited a moment before asking you, “Is there something wrong? Do you not like any of it?” 

You shook your head, not bothering to clarify which question you were answering while you continued to hold the plate. After another minute of awkward silence, you finally explained to him, “I can’t eat raw meat. Or unwashed fruit.”

With that new information, his mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, showing that he understood—or at least pretended he did. He took the plate back from you, staring down at the assortment of food to try and figure out what he was going to do with it.

“I guess I should cook and wash these then, right? Will you eat then?” He asked. You nodded, just wanting this to get through with the conversation so that he couldn’t keep using it as an excuse to care for you. 

After pausing in front of the wooden front door, he turned his head to look at you, carefully watching to see your response when he asked, “Would you be good? If I take you outside with me, that is?”

As much as he didn’t trust you at the moment, he thought that getting some fresh air might help you stay calm. And even if you did try to run, you would never be able to get that far before he caught you. The risk was low.

Without answering, you were already up and joining his side, eager for another possible escape attempt. You knew he would be watching you like a hawk, but that wasn’t going to stop you. Not if it meant you had even a sliver of a chance of being successful, you still wanted to try.

With a hum, he turned back to the door and pushed it open, revealing the misty forest clearing, everything still moist from rain. The idea of bolting past him and into the woods was at the forefront of your mind, but you held back—as painful as it was. You needed to wait until he wasn’t paying attention so you could get as far away from him as possible before he noticed your absence. 

He took your hand, dragging you outside and to the middle of the clearing. Pointing to one of several logs laying around what looked to be a small fire pit, he motioned for you to sit. When you did, he handed you the plate of food and went off to find wood, checking to make sure you were still there every 5 seconds.

It didn’t take long to gather enough firewood, considering you were surrounded by trees with plenty of broken branches lying beneath them. Eren returned quickly, arms full of different sizes of sticks that tangled together when he dropped them into the fire pit. Reaching for his pants pocket, he realized he left his box of matches inside of his cabin—meaning he’d have to either leave you alone or drag you back with him to grab them.

He didn’t even get a chance to think about what he was going to do before his solution was already walking right up to him. 

“Eren! Is this… the person you were talking about?”

“Armin! Yes, yes it is.”

His childhood best friend, Armin. He could watch you for him, definitely. 

Armin approached the two of you quickly, his shaggy blonde tail bouncing behind him. He was a lot smaller than Eren was but still big enough to tower over you—leaving you shaking in your boots at there now not only being one, but two dangerous werewolves you had to keep track of if you wanted to escape.

He slowed his pace, sauntering over to you to check out the person his best friend has told him oh-so-much about in the past. 

Stepping in front of you, he kneeled to meet your eyes—trying to make himself seem smaller so that maybe you would stop shivering at the sight of him.

“Hello!” He said, a small smile adorning his feminine face, “I’m Armin—like you heard. I know it’s difficult right now, but I’m sure you’ll adjust well!”

After he finished speaking, he placed both of his hands over yours—trying to encourage you to keep your spirits high, although it had the opposite effect. You didn’t respond or even nod—the anxiety inside of you forcing you to stay frozen in place. 

Turning around, he let go of you to ask Eren something, “Mind if me and Mikasa eat with you? We have our own food.”

Eren nodded, “Would you watch them for me for a second while I run to grab some matches?”

Armin gave him a thumbs up, taking a seat on a log near you while Eren ran off. Now you were alone with him. Great.

You shuffled your feet in the dirt awkwardly, praying that Eren would be fast. Armin looked past you, suddenly beaming while he waved his arm in the air.

That must be the ‘Mikasa’ he mentioned. 

She came from behind you, taking a seat next to Armin on the log. In her arms, she held a cloth bag—probably full of food—and an over-the-fire camp grill that was likely stolen from a nearby sporting goods store. She was beautiful, which honestly made you even more nervous than just the half-wolf part did on its own.

Fortunately for you, Eren was quick to return after Mikasa arrived, a box of matches in hand and a fistful of kindling. He lit the tiny twigs, tossing them into the larger pile and starting the fire. After a minute, the pit was engulfed in flames and burning brightly, emanating warmth on everyone surrounding it. 

Mikasa unfolded the portable grill, placing it over the fire and adding her’s and Armin's food onto it. She left an open spot on the other side of it for you, which you filled quickly with everything that was on your plate, including the fruits and berries that normally wouldn't be grilled. Eren gave you a strange look but didn’t say anything, just assuming that was how humans normally ate their fruit.

The following silence was deafening, nothing but the quiet crackling of the fire filling the air. You fiddled with your thumbs, eyes glued to the dirt to avoid any awkward eye contact. 

Eventually tired of the quiet, Armin spoke up, “So… are you going to tell your parents about this soon?”

After a moment of thinking, Eren shrugged, “I’ll probably just tell them when I get them pregnant—which shouldn’t take too long.”

You almost choked on air, whipping your head towards him and stammering out a pathetic, “Excuse me?”

Mikasa and Armin look equally as shocked, both of their mouths hanging open while they stared dumbfounded at their friend.

“Already? Eren you JUST got them—at least give them some time to warm up to you more!” Mikasa shouted, giving you a sympathetic glance.

“Mika, we’ve known each other since we were kids, you know this. It’ll be fine, they’ll have as many months as they need to get used to me—the faster we have pups the better. You know how—how competitive things get around here, and if they’re pregnant then everyone will leave us alone.” His tail was wagging aggressively side to side, brushing dirt into the air. The frown on his face spoke volumes, and so did his crossed arms that made him look like a pouty child—but you couldn’t help but also notice the sad look in his eyes as he spoke again, “I’ve waited too long for this. I don’t wanna lose my chance.”

After a long moment of silence, Armin picked up a stick and began to turn the meat over on the grill, just ignoring the solemn-looking Eren and the still stunned Mikasa. He turned your food over after, dropping the stick on the ground again.

The quiet after was even worse this time, everyone just staring and waiting for things to finish cooking. It didn’t take as long for the second side to cook, the meat turning darker in minutes. Both Armin and Eren dragged the food back into their plates with sticks, Mikasa dragging the grill off of the fire when they were done. She set it aside to cool off and sat again, blowing on the meat that Armin held.

When Eren handed his plate to you, you copied Mikasa and blew on the food to cool it before digging in. Armin and Mikasa ate mostly with their hands and mouths, both eating somewhat similar to the way dogs would. You were hesitant to pick up anything with your hands, nervous about the residue that it would leave. Instead, you offered some of the meat to Eren, just opting to eat the fruits instead. That was probably the safer option, anyways—and it left less mess on your fingers. 

You finished your meal faster than everyone else, being left to sit there and watch while everyone else was distracted by their food. 

Oh. They were distracted.

As you realized that, a thought crossed your mind. You could book it and run as fast as could, maybe making it to the edge of the forest before they could catch you. Or you could stay here sitting next to them—possibly missing the only chance you’d have to escape for a while.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to risk it. 

Slowly, your gaze drifted from Armin to Mikasa, and then to Eren—all still busy with their food. You carefully turned around in your spot, catching Eren’s attention for a split second before you moved closer to give him a false sense of reassurance. When you were certain that your footing was good enough to help you launch forward, you took in a deep breath and counted down from 3.

3… 2… 1…

You took off, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and ignoring the burning pain in your sides. You were ahead, managing to make it out of the clearing before Eren had even begun to chase you—although it didn’t take him very long after to drop everything and go sprinting after you.

The anxiety was growing now, knowing he was coming. His footsteps were loud, and so were his angry demands.

“GET BACK HERE! GET BACK HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

It was almost more horrifying than the sound of him catching up to you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He was going to catch you. You weren’t fast enough—your plan was backfiring. 

You weren’t even close to the edge of the forest, you underestimated how big it was. No. No. No.

This couldn’t be happening. It was so obvious that you wouldn’t make it. Why did you even think you could.

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the burning in your sides now spreading to your throat. Your legs were starting to hurt.

His grunts and growls were right behind you now, and before you knew it—he was tackling you to the ground and shoving your entire body into the dirt. He was so heavy on top of you—it hurt, it made you want to scream. You were covered in scuffs and bruises now, and you could feel the sticks scrapping against your skin and the dirt sticking to your wounds. 

Everything was blurred with tears. You regret ever thinking you could get away.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry!” You could barely choke the words out, feeling like you were suffocating with him sitting on top of you. You didn’t even have to look at him to know that there was a scowl on his face and he was barring his fangs—evident through his low growls.

“I warned you, I fucking warned you.” He snapped back at you, finally getting up but still not letting go of you—instead, pulling you up with him. 

Your legs shook beneath you, and there was a multitude of twigs and leaves in your hair and stuck to your clothes. You were so dirty.

“We’re going home. Now.” 

No. No, you weren’t. That damp cabin—den, whatever it was—it wasn’t your home, and it never would be—but you didn’t even get a chance to protest before he was already picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. His sharp claws dug into your hip, just a little lower than where the other marks on your sides were. You couldn’t even squirm, all you could do was cry and sob into his back as he carried you.

The walk back felt like an eternity. It was like he was moving slow on purpose, just to torture you. He didn’t even talk to you, it was just silent the entire time—although this was probably better than what you’ll have to face when you got back.

Mikasa and Armin were nowhere to be seen when you walked through the clearing. They probably left quickly to avoid any conflict, but you couldn’t blame them. You would too if you were in their shoes.

When he walked through the door, he slammed it shut behind him out of anger, leaving you even more fearful of what that meant for you if he was acting like that towards an inanimate object. You were tossed onto the bed, barely being able to let out your wail of pain before he crawled on top of you and forced himself in between your legs, leaning over you so you were stuck underneath him. He grabbed both of your thighs, squeezing them until his claws were just about to break the skin.

“No! No, No Eren, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, Eren, please don’t!” You cried, pleading with him to not follow through with his earlier threat. 

“I warned you. I warned you, bunny. The only reason we’re doing things the hard way is because YOU didn’t listen.” His grip tightened, forcing a sob from your throat as he broke skin, “If it hurts too much then you can bite me. Just don’t be too loud, got it?”

Through tears, you nodded your head, just wanting to get it over with if he wasn’t going to change his mind. His claws dug into your thighs, piercing all the way into the muscle. Almost immediately, you bite down on his shoulder, letting out a shrill but muffled scream as you felt warm blood begin to drip down your legs.

It burned, it burned so horribly. You felt like you were going to be sick, your teeth starting to hurt at how hard you were biting down. It only got worse when he pushed his face into your neck and bit you back, forcing his fangs as deep into your flesh as they could go. 

Your vision began to spot, whether it was the amount of pain or the amount of blood you were losing—you were going to pass out if he kept going. Flashes of hot and cold passed through your body, making you feel like you were drenched in sweat even though the only thing you had on you was blood.

As your crying began to grow quiet, and he could feel your head slipping away from his neck, Eren realized that you were about to pass out. Quickly sitting up, he let go of your legs and stared down at you—your eyes were droopy, the rest of your body starting to go limp. 

He gently slapped your cheek, trying to keep you awake, “Hey, wake up. Stay with me, bunny. C’mon…” 

You groaned in response, shifting your body slightly. He questioned himself if he went too far, eyeing the deep gashes that were likely going to heal into permanent scars on your thighs. Compared to him, you were so small and delicate—he could kill you without even using all of his strength. Now he was worried. He needed to be more careful.

With a sigh, he got off of the bed and went to grab bandages—because if you were going to pass out on him, then he could at least take advantage of it by fixing you up without having to deal with your squirming. After cleaning and wrapping your neck and legs, he sat at the edge of the bed, staring at you with a sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry.”

  You woke up enveloped in a soft blanket, surrounded by a cozy warmth. As much as you wanted to snuggle into it, you had to open your eyes and make sure you were safe before you could relax. 

Yawning, you opened your eyes and took a moment to register what was around you before realizing that you were face to face with someone’s chest. More specifically, Eren’s chest.

His arms were wrapped around you, and you could feel him moving his arms around over and underneath you. You looked up to him, immediately being met with his gaze directly back at you. His eyes were red, and his hair was a mess. It looked like he had been crying.

“Eren?” You coughed after speaking, not realizing how dry your throat was. 

He just held you tighter, burying his face into the top of your head.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have been so careless with you…” 

You stayed quiet, allowing him to hold you in his arms while he continued apologizing over and over. 

There was nothing you could say—no words of consoling that you could give without being a liar. You couldn't say it was ok. It wasn’t. You weren’t ok—but you didn’t want to make it worse for yourself by telling him that—so all you could do was stay quiet. 

Although, as un-okay as you were, you were oddly calm compared to before. It was strange, considering you would have normally already panicked and pushed him away by now—probably backing yourself into the corner and trying desperately to avoid him—but you had no temptation to do so. If anything, you felt at ease in his arms—which was undoubtedly a cause for concern in your eyes.

By now, Eren had calmed down, your scent managing to ground him rather quickly. This provided you with a chance to speak up.

“What—What did you do to me?” You asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t this calm before. What did you do?”

The silence he held for a moment after you asked scared you. You weren’t prepared for anything, no matter what the answer may be.

“I marked you.”

“You—You what?” You didn’t know what he meant by “marking,” but the implication of it was enough to make your stomach drop.

“I marked you. When I bit you—and you marked me, too. That makes us mates.”

“What do you mean by ‘mates?’” You pushed against him, creating enough space between your face and his chest for you to look up at him.

“We’re mated. Like… It’s like what marriage is for people, kind of. Except, a lot harder to break.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes. He had to be lying. It wasn’t true. It couldn't be. The marks would heal in a few months and be gone forever, wouldn’t they?

“But what about—the marks will heal, won’t they? That can’t mean that we’re…”

“These marks are special, bunny,” He ghosted a hand up to your neck, feeling the bandaged wound with his thumb, “Even the one you gave me. They’re permanent.”

The small drops in the corners of your eyes turned into a river. Knowing that even if you were able to escape now—if ever—that mark would still be stuck on your neck—it was too difficult to cope with.

“No, no, no, please don’t cry anymore… You’ve cried enough today…” Eren cooed, pulling you close to him again, this time with his face against yours, his nose nuzzling your cheek. His comfort had the same effect on you that a mother holding her crying newborn would have, calming you quickly and managing to reduce your tears to sniffles in minutes. You hated it. You hated the comfort he was bringing you now, but you didn’t know how to stop it.

With your eyes now dry, you let out a shuddery, very exhausted-sounding sigh. Eren turned his head from you to the window, taking note of the orange glow outside. He retracted his arms from around you and sat up, catching your attention while he pulled his shirt off and handed it to you.

“The smell on this shirt should be stronger than the one you’re wearing. Change into it, it should help you stay calm while I go hunting.”

Hunting? He was leaving you to go hunt, right after all of that, with no other warning?

“What do you mean you’re going hunting?” You asked.

“We need food, don’t we? Every couple of nights, a group of us goes hunting at dusk. We bring everything back and split it evenly with everyone else. Tonight is a hunting night.”

“So… you’re just going to leave? And I’ll be here alone?” You started questioning how smart he really was if he was going to leave you by yourself right after you tried to escape.

“Well, sort of. I’ll send someone to watch,” He paused for a second, making you think he was done until you saw the petrifying look in his eyes, “Still, I think you know better than to run off now… right, bunny?”

You nodded, biting your lip anxiously while a shiver went up through your spine. He was right. Even if you ran away, the chances of him finding and catching you again were high. And if he did catch you then… who knows what he would do to you. You didn’t want to think about it.

Eren moved to cup your cheek, tilting your head so you looked up at him, “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

When you nodded for a second time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Unlike the first time he’d tried to kiss you, you were unable to block it, so you could only squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the moment to pass. His chin was prickly, like he’d shaved a few days ago and it was just starting to grow back—it irritated your face. Even when he pulled away, you had to scratch at your face because of the itchy feeling his stubble left.

“Thank you. I’ll be back as soon as possible. I promise.” He said while he backed away, keeping his eyes on you as he moved towards the door, making sure you didn’t follow him. 

When the door clicked shut, you shot up—but fell right back down onto your knees, forgetting about the injuries you had previously sustained. Getting up again was difficult, the ache in your thighs making you stumble as you clung to the bed for support. Instead of trying again, you gave up. Eren was right when he said he would make it so you couldn’t walk—you really couldn’t. Not yet, at least—with the still-fresh wounds on your thighs that made your legs feel like they would implode if you took even one step. 

You could always try again in a little while before he got back—depending on how your legs felt then. If they still hurt then, you could always wait until his next hunting trip, as much as you didn’t want to wait that long. There were always going to be more chances for you to escape, hopefully. It wouldn’t hurt to rest, just for a bit.

After pulling yourself back into the bed, you saw that Eren’s tunic was lying crumpled up in the center of it. He gave it to you to change into, so you might as well—it was better than the dirty one you were currently wearing anyways. 

You swapped your shirt for his, throwing the torn and dirt-covered one across the room after and curling up in the bed, wrapping yourself in the same blanket that you woke up with before he left. It was warm and cozy, filled with Eren’s scent. You couldn’t describe it well, but it smelt vaguely like autumn, along with different hints of dirt and pine needles. It was comforting, as much as you hated to admit it—and it was starting to make you feel tired. 

Your eyelids grew heavy, begging for sleep—even though you hadn’t woken up that long ago. Although if Eren was still going to be gone for a while, sleeping could always help pass the time. Getting extra sleep wasn’t a bad thing, it wouldn’t hurt. Shutting your eyes, you began to let the weariness take over, letting yourself drown in the comfortable warmth.

  “Hey… wake up… I’m back…”

You felt someone shaking you by your shoulder, abruptly pulling you out of your dreamland. Opening your eyes, you saw a blurry, shirtless Eren standing next to you. It took a few blinks for your vision to clear, and when you did you were finally able to look at him and mumble a slightly annoyed, “What?”

Eren chuckled at your half-asleep irritation, seating himself next to you to rest his legs, “I’m back.”

“Welcome.” You retorted, turning away from him and cuddling into the blankets again. He smirked a little, moving on top of you and putting all of his weight on you. Startled and mistakenly thinking he was trying something more perverted, you started to squirm underneath him, which only led to his arms tightly wrapped around you.

“I was so worried about you while I was gone, and now you’re being all cold to me?” He asked, letting out a very loud and overdramatic sigh, “So mean.”

You finally shoved him off of you and onto the floor, pouting and giving him a dirty look as he stood and laughed at your annoyance. As you looked at him, you started to take notice of things that you didn’t before. 

He was extremely fit—the muscles in his arms and torso were toned, allowing you to see them clearly even without him flexing. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a lot of hair on him that you could see, your eyes trailing from his chest down to his abs and hips. The only place you could see any hair was his happy trail, which started right underneath his belly button and slowly got darker the further it went south. There was a bit of blood on him, too—mostly on his hands and around his face, neck, and chest. You didn’t question it much—he was just hunting, after all.

Eren caught notice of your gaze on him and decided to tease you a little in response. He interrupted your stare, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up so that you would look at him, “My eyes are up here, bunny.”

Almost immediately, your face became hot and you could feel yourself growing flustered. You could feel heat begin to pool in between your legs, and you almost thought that Eren could tell with the way his eyes widened right after. Truthfully, with his heightened sense of smell, he could tell, but he didn’t want to embarrass you or make a fool of himself, so he kept quiet.

He tried to brush it off, turning his head to the side and looking out the window to try and hide his growing blush, “We—We should both take a bath… There’s a lake nearby with clean water, and I have soap. You can clean your bandages too.”

If you took a bath with Eren that would mean seeing all of him. The thought alone made you shiver. However, you did need it, especially after being forced face-first into the dirt—and so did he based on the sight of him. You could put up with seeing him naked if it meant cleanliness.

“Okay.” You replied to him, making your way to the edge of the bed. Before you were able to get up, he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’ll carry you. Your legs probably still hurt, right? It’ll just be better if I carry you there.” 

After you nodded, he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him before shifting his hands to your butt. He stood up slowly, making sure to hold you tightly.

“Put your arms and legs around me, that’ll make it easier for me to hold you.” He asked, pulling you up more and intertwining his arms to hold you better. You did as told, wrapping your limbs around his torso and neck and clinging on. 

You shut your eyes, leaning against him as he made his way across his home and out the door. It was cold outside, goosebumps scattering over your skin in uneven spots. Feeling you shiver, Eren moved one of his arms from under you to around your upper body, rubbing his arm up and down on your back to try and warm you. 

“We’ll be there soon. It isn’t too far from here.” 

The sound of leaves and sticks crunching under his feet came to a stop soon after he said that, signifying that he had reached the lake. You opened your eyes and twisted your neck to try and look, although you were barely able to see the bright moon reflecting off of the water in the corner of the lake. 

“I’m going to put you down, ok? I’ll be careful.” Eren said, waiting for your nod in response before he dropped to his knees and gently placed you on the dirt and grass. He stood up again, patting you on the head before stepping away to start stripping. You whipped your head around quickly, not wanting to see him fully exposed. Because he only had his pants and shoes to take off, it wasn’t long before he was nude—walking up behind you after to inform you that it was now your turn to strip.

He promised not to look, although it wouldn’t matter much anyway. In a few minutes—when you were both going to be submerged in the lake—he would need to keep an eye on you for your safety.

Getting your shirt off was easy, but your shorts were another story. You slid them off oh-so delicately, afraid of being too rough and hurting your already injured thighs—you really didn't want to delay the healing process any more than you already might have earlier; when you tried to get up after Eren left.

Once everything you wore was off and discarded into the same pile as Eren’s clothes, you covered your chest and called for Eren to help you into the water. He turned around to face you—fully prepared to assist you—but froze. You stared at each other, both processing the sight of each other completely bare. 

His tail began to wag involuntarily, exposing his excitement. While he drank in every little thing about your appearance that he could see, you did the same—your eyes trailing down his body like earlier—only this time there was nothing to get in the way of seeing where his happy trail led.

Your eyes followed it, all the way down to where it turned into a larger but still nicely trimmed tuft of hair before—

Holy shit.

He was huge. 9 inches at least, and that was soft.

Your entire body felt warm at the sight of him, your lower regions especially. You had to take in a deep breath just to ground yourself, and even then, you couldn’t get rid of the warm feeling inside your core.

Eren seemed to notice where your gaze went as well, considering his face was now a bright red, and his eyes were blown wide open. He could feel the arousing building up in himself—so, in an effort to hide it, he ran to you and scooped you up, quickly getting into the lake and walking to where the water was waist-deep. 

You shivered in his arms, not expecting him to move so fast into the freezing cold water. Next, he set you down slowly, making sure you would stay standing before he let go. When you were stable on your feet, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before turning your stiff self around so your back would face him. 

“Stay still while I grab the soap.” He told you, wading past you in the water and going back to the pile of clothes in the grass, digging around until he was able to pull out a bar of soap from his pants pocket. He made his way back to you after, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your head, “I’ll wash you. It’ll be easier for me to reach places you can’t. I promise I’ll be careful, so don’t worry.”

Nodding, you held your arms around your chest even tighter than before, just to be cautious if he was planning anything. You heard him dip the soap into the water and then press it against your back, the cold bar making you squeak and arch your spine. Your reaction made Eren chuckle for a moment before he began to wash you, continuously dipping his hand into the water whenever the bar felt dry so that it remained wet enough to eventually form suds.

The grip he had on the soap was strange, using the sides of his fingers instead of the pads to hold it, keeping his claws pointed away from you to keep you safe. After your back was clean enough, he moved on—scrubbing shoulders and upper arms. He didn’t want to risk your discomfort, so he carefully avoided the wet bandages and anything near your chest, simply handing the bar to you when he was finished so that you could wash those areas yourself.

You did so quickly, barely letting any suds form while you scrubbed away, rinsing everything off after and using your arms to cover yourself again. Eren asked if you were done, to which you nodded and handed him the bar, watching as he began to copy what he did to you, this time on himself.

With him distracted, you were able to examine his body once more. He faced away as he washed himself off, allowing you a nice view of his back muscles. Watching them flex and move was mesmerizing, the muscles stretching with the different ways he bent his arms. Part of you was curious about what it would be like, to be picked up and held in his huge arms while he—

The warm feeling came back. This time, it was even stronger than before.

You could feel yourself throbbing. You knew you were aroused, but it was so much more… intense than it usually was. Your entire body was hot, and it felt like you were burning up. Right now, it was probably a good thing that the lake was cold—because it was the only thing keeping you from overheating. 

Everything felt so intensified, and you felt like you were going to collapse into the water. You needed to get out—maybe sit down for a minute or two.

You treaded through the water, making your way to Eren and poking his back. He flinched, obviously not expecting anything to touch him, and turned around to look at you.

“Eren…”  

Your voice was shaky and unstable, your body shaking. You were going to ask him to carry you when he finished cleaning up, but you froze. Something was off about him. His eyes looked like they were glowing, and staring straight through you. 

Slowly, he turned his body towards you and wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t know how to react, just frozen in place while he leaned over you. He buried his face into you, his nose stuffed into the crook of your neck.

“Eren? What—what are you doing?” “You smell… so sweet.” 

He grazed his claws over your back, making you press yourself into him with your spine arched. It took everything inside of him, every ounce of self-control he had to keep from picking you up and taking you right then and there, in the middle of the lake. His sniffing was starting to tickle your neck, making you squirm.

“Eren…”

He didn’t respond—instead, beginning to back you up towards the shore. Eventually, the water was back to being well below both yours and his waist, going just above your knees and exposing everything. Instead of eventually backing out of the lake, you hit a ledge, almost falling onto it—if Eren hadn’t stopped pushing, you would have. He instead stepped back, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around, pushing your upper body forward so that you were bent over it with your legs remaining half-submerged in the water. 

Confused still, you tried to stand up again, only to be stopped by his hand on the small of your back, holding you down.

“Ere—Eren!” You squeaked out, abruptly feeling him press the palm of his finger against your clit. It hit you then, that he could tell what you were feeling—and he probably knew the reason you felt that way too. 

Your entire body shook, your knees feeling weak and wobbly like jello. Eren didn’t stop, beginning to rub in small circles. He kneeled, one hand on the back of your thigh and the other wrapped around your leg to reach your heat. Being face-to-face with your cunt now, he was able to see how wet you were, your pussy swollen and begging for something inside of it. 

“Eren—Eren… please, I—” You stuttered out, feeling the warmth worsen throughout your entire body. 

“Shh, shh. I’ll take care of this.” He interrupted you, leaning in to leave a soft kiss on your ass. 

This was embarrassing, to be bent over the side of a lake by someone who stole you away a few hours ago, with his face so close to the most intimate parts of you. 

You covered your mouth, trying to silence the tiny whimpers that came out when you felt his breath on your cunt. He moved closer, slowly sticking out his tongue and dragging it down the slit of your pussy. Moving his other arm around your leg, he managed to put both of his thumbs on either of your outer labia, spreading your lips apart and taking another long lick.

If it weren’t for him, you would have collapsed onto the ground by now. His tongue moved back to your clit, flicking it a few times before dragging back to push into your entrance. Involuntarily, you pushed your hips back into him, begging for more friction. He pulled away, much to your dismay, making you whimper from the sudden cold breeze.

“You taste so good—you taste so good.” Eren panted, continuing to play with your folds and nudge your clit with his finger. He unwrapped one of his arms and closed his hand into a fist, only his middle and ring finger left extended. Carefully, he put the two claws into his mouth and bit down, effectively snapping the sharp nails off. After spitting them into the water, he moved his hand back to your pussy, feeling up and down to gather as much of the slick as he could before pushing his fingers in up to their first knuckles.

“Eren!” You cried out, your arms giving out and leaving you with your head buried in them against the dirt. 

His ears perked up, and you could feel him lean to the side to try and look at your face, “Are you ok?”

“Yes—Yes I’m ok. Please, please, please keep going.” 

Never before had someone putting just two fingers in you felt good. Even touching yourself hadn't. It was like your sensitivity was in overdrive, every ounce of contact you had with him had you melting. Not to mention, his fingers were massive, the two of them alone being longer than the average dick. 

As he pushed them deeper, you could feel yourself squeezing the digits, especially when he had driven them in to the third knuckle. You almost couldn’t control yourself, your shaking hips grinding back and forth on his fingers.

“Move them, move them, please. Please.” You begged, starting to feel irritated like there was an itch that he just wasn’t reaching—an itch that desperately needed the satisfaction of being scratched.

Weak to your pleas, Eren was quick to retract and thrust them back into you, using the thumb of his other hand to massage your clit while he did. You whimpered into your arms, rocking with the motion of his hand to force his fingers as deep as they could go. 

“So desperate—so wet too. Is this really all because of me?” He asked, making your embarrassment grow tenfold. Despite the intention of his remark being teasing, he ended up sounding unsure, almost in disbelief that he had managed to make you so worked up. Even when you nodded in response, he still wasn’t quite sure. 

“All this, because you saw me naked? Even with a soft dick?”

You nodded again, whining when he stopped moving his fingers to focus on standing up and leaning over you.

“Well, would you like to see what it looks like when it’s hard?”

You almost bashed your head into his chin with the way you stood up so fast. He chuckled at your eagerness, pulling his fingers out of you and giving you room to turn around and see him.

When you did, your mouth fell open, and you could feel yourself throb again. The need was almost starting to hurt, your entire body begging for you to let him rearrange your guts. Such a thing would be an easy task for him as well, with his cock being almost as big as a ruler. There was no way you would be able to fit it inside of you when the time came, surely—but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see how much of it you could take.

From the thick tuft of hair right above the base of it, the slightly curved shaft seemed mostly even, only a few veins protruding and the girth only increasing slightly around the head. The tip was pink and leaking precum, pleading for a pretty pussy to penetrate and fill—your pussy to be more specific.

With a shaky breath, you reached out—only to be stopped by a hand gripping your wrist. When you looked up to Eren to see what was wrong, you were met with his beet-red face, his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched. Despite looking angry, he wasn’t—just struggling to hold everything in. He needed you desperately, and it felt like if he didn’t have you soon he was going to explode. But he didn’t want to do it out in the lake—he wanted your first time together to be at home in his bed, which is why this situation was so difficult. 

 “We need to go home. Now.” He said, sounding urgent and demanding. He knew if he didn’t get home with you soon, he’d end up losing it and fucking you against the ledge, which he’d definitely regret after. Before you could question how you’d get home while he was sporting a hard-on, he was already picking you up and making his way to shore. Instead of putting his clothes back on after shaking the extra water off of himself, he picked up the pile and held it over his crotch, positioning it so that he was holding the clothes with one arm and you with the other. You didn’t even get a chance to complain about how overly exposed you were, or how you didn’t want anyone to see you nude, because he was already rushing back home, leaving you to pray that nobody was outside tonight.

With no interruptions, you arrived back at his cabin quickly, getting dropped onto the bed almost immediately after he reached it. The clothes were discarded to the side, freeing his hands and allowing him to pull you to the edge of the bed and position you the same way you were at the lake—bent over the side of it with your knees on the floor.

He got on his knees behind you, grabbing your hips and sliding his cock in between your legs. You shivered at the contact it made with you, the base of it pressing against your pussy and the length going over halfway up your stomach. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling where the tip of his cock was against your stomach and letting out a breathy sigh.

“Shit, that’s gonna go deep, huh…” He dragged his fingers up through the middle of your chest, and then straight back down again. He moved his hand under his shaft, reaching your clit and beginning to rub it up and down with his middle and index fingers. 

“Do you think you can take it?” He asked, “I don’t want to end up hurting you.”

“Yes, Yes I can take it, Eren. Please, give it to me, please.” You pushed your hips into him, trying to move them closer to his fingers and cock, desperate for any kind of stimulation he had to offer. He hadn’t given you enough, and you just kept wanting more. You needed to be filled, fucked—something—or you might end up going feral.

When he pulled his hand and cock away, you prepared yourself to feel the tip of it push against your opening—but instead, you were met with his tongue again. This time, he had turned on his back and moved underneath you with his head on the bed, right below your cunt, allowing him easier access to your clit. As much as you wanted something inside of you, being able to grind your pussy against his face was enough for now, if that’s what he was willing to give. He lapped at it, flicking the swollen bud over and over with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it to suck. 

You buried your face into the sheets, embarrassed by how many lewd noises came from your throat. His arms found their way around your legs, one grabbing your ass, and the other—the one with his two cut claws—moved to finger you again. 

Your cunt was covered in his spit at this point, mixed with your slick and helping to lubricate your pussy for what was to come later. The ache inside of you grew larger, even as he ate you out and made you see stars. You needed something bigger, you needed all of him. Every inch you could take. 

“Want more, ‘ren. Please.” You begged with a shaky voice, tears cascading down your cheeks. His fingers weren’t enough anymore, and you were desperate.

He pulled his fingers out of you and moved from underneath you, turning himself upright and getting back onto his knees behind you. As much as he wanted to give in to what you wanted, he was still so afraid of hurting you. You were so tiny next to him, there was no way he wouldn’t tear your insides trying to put himself in. 

“Promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much?” He grabbed your hips, trying to hold you still while he slid the tip of his cock up and down your soaking cunt.

“Yes, Eren, I promise! Please! Please, please!” You tried to push yourself back onto him, not realizing you were only preventing him from penetrating you.

“Then hold still. I can’t get it in when you squirm like that.” Eren grimaced with frustration, eventually pushing your upper body down into the bed so that you wouldn’t move as much. He finally managed to slip the tip in, giving him time to reposition his hands on your waist for better leverage, “I’m putting in as much as I can. Ok?”

You nodded, taking in a large breath and preparing yourself for what his cock might feel like inside of you.

Carefully, the head breached your opening, his length slowly beginning to fill you up. As it did, both you and Eren melted into each other, your back arching so you could take more of him in while he began to lean over you, his chest resting against your back, allowing you to feel every pant from him. 

He was stretching you out, stuffing every inch of himself into you. Barely more than halfway in, and he was already close to touching your cervix. You were crying, begging for more, begging for him to give you more and more. He could barely hold himself up, the warmth of your tight cunt being almost too much for him to handle. How pathetic, to think that he was so close to cumming, and yet hadn’t even gotten one thrust in.

Using one arm propped up on his elbow for stability, he slid his other hand across your body and underneath you, gliding it across your chest and all the way to your lower stomach. He pressed down gently, pushing himself more and more until he could feel a bump form against his fingers.

“So deep, isn’t it?” His words came out in pants, sending a shiver up your spine and making you squeeze around his cock. After letting out a choked moan, he managed to push himself up again, pressing his length the rest of the way in until it reached the hilt. 

“I'm gonna fuck you pregnant. Gonna put some babies in you so everyone knows that you’re mine.” He placed his hands on your waist, sliding his hands up to your shoulder blades, feeling around them, then dragging his nails back down to your hips. Thin lines were left in place of where he had just scratched you, and instead of the usual whimper in response, it made you shudder and cry for more. 

His remaining claws dug into your skin, not deep enough to hurt or draw blood, but enough to keep a good grip on you. He pressed his hips into your ass again, forcing you against the bed before he pulled out halfway and fucked into you again.

Immediately, he picked up the pace and continued rutting into you, forcing the bed to bounce with his actions. You squealed and whimpered, your mind growing numb and dizzy as he continued. 

It felt amazing, like all of your sensitive spots were being touched. The itch was finally being scratched. He filled you up perfectly, his cock reaching all of the right places—you wanted to sob from how overwhelming it was. It was perfect.

“Hah—Eren! Please! Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” You repeated the word over and over like it was the only thing you knew, begging for him, pleading for him to keep giving you what you needed, to keep taking care of you like he said he would.

“Please what, hm? Please—pant—what? Tell me what, tell me what you want.”

“Cum in me! I—I want—I wanna be full! I wanna be full of you…”

“You do, hm? You want me to—want me to fuck you full?”

“YES! Yes! Please!” That seemed like the best thing in the world right now. 

“You better be certain than, cause once I start I—I won’t be able to pull out.” His grip on your hips tightened, and he could feel a knot begin to form at the base of his cock as his thrusts grew uneven.

“Yes, Eren—I need it, I need it!” You started to move your hips with his, helping him hit even harder than before.

“Alright baby, alright.” He groaned out the last word, feeling dangerously close to tipping over the edge. With your pussy clenching him so tightly, he wasn’t going to last long—but he wanted you to cum first. Wrapping his arm around you, he moved his hand down to your cunt, pressing two fingers to the bundle of nerves and moving them. 

The slow circles on your clit combined with his hard, cervix-kissing thrusts were enough to begin your release, your pussy convulsing around him while you lost control of your sounds. Your entire body twitched and jolted as you came, an assortment of moans, cries, and pants spilling from your throat. 

“You coming? You coming?” 

You nodded.

“Yeah? Good. Good, good girl.” He slapped your ass, likely leaving a bruise before he leaned over you, holding himself up by his elbows and putting all of his energy into fucking you. You could see his arms on either side of your head, the muscles flexing as he moved quickly. 

“I’m gonna cum—fuck, fuck, you better fucking take it all.” He pushed himself as deep into you as he could, getting in three more hard thrusts before he bottomed out for the final time, his knot getting stuck inside of you while he unraveled. Not being able to pull out this time, he continued to rut and grind his hips against yours to keep the stimulation going, milking as much of his seed out as he could while mumbling for you to take it all—which you did. 

With his body leaned over you—almost laying on you—and his head next to yours, he buried his face into your neck, getting a big whiff of your scent before chomping down on your shoulder, right next to the mark he’d left before. It made you whimper, feeling his teeth dig into you just like they had before, but this time it was a nicer feeling of pain—one that was more soft and clouded by lust instead of pure discomfort.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest before he relaxed on top of you, sending both of you into the bed. His mumbles stopped soon, and his hips stilled against yours when he was finally done emptying into you. After a minute of relaxing in the sweaty, sticky pile containing you and Eren, you began to squirm, growing tired of being crushed by the heavy werewolf. With his knot still stuck inside of you, he chose to roll over instead, turning you to face him and leaving you on top of him—it was still a little uncomfortable, but at least you weren't as hot as you were with him on top of you. 

As you sat on him, his length began to grow, the feeling of the tip pressing against your cervix becoming increasingly less pleasing and more and more painful.

“Eren? Are you—“ you paused, shifting around awkwardly while trying to pull him out of you, finding it nearly impossible with the way he was swollen inside of you, “Are you going to pull out?”

He moved his hands over your thighs, carefully brushing your bandaged wounds, “I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop, didn’t I?” 

A nervous laugh was all he could muster, trying desperately to keep you from becoming uncomfortable now that your heat was beginning to wear off. 

“Oh. So you meant—you were being serious when you said…” You trailed off, looking down to where your bodies met. 

“Yea, I was. It should go away soon, though! Don’t worry—we can get some food after and rest a little before your heat starts up again.” His hands moved to your waist, tracing his hands up and down your hips.

Your brows furrowed together with confusion, “My—My what? Again?”

“Well… shit, it’s a little complicated, but—since I bit you, and since we’re…well, mated,” he stopped his awkward ramble for a second, trying to think up a good way to explain the mess that was a werewolf’s heat, “you’re going to start getting affected by more… werewolf things. You won’t look like one, obviously, but some of your hormones are going to be like ones.” 

Cocking your head, you leaned your head forward slightly, trying to give him a cue to continue.

“My dad told me about it when I told him I had my heart set on you as my mate…” His cheeks burned red, and his eyes drifted off to the side, “My mom was a human. Is—she still is, I mean. That’s how I know so much about this.”

Sensing him beginning to drift into another topic, you asked again, “Eren, what was the thing about hormones and heat?” 

“Right, right, sorry. Basically, werewolves go through heat cycles in the spring, and a bunch of things can trigger it. Usually, when it starts, it can be really hard to stop it. The only way you can is by mating—and even then, the relief is only temporary. The only way you can really stop it is—well…”

“Is what?”

“Getting pregnant, usually. Unless you want to wait for it to pass, which can be really painful, I've heard.”

This time, after his explanation, you stayed quiet, looking down at his chest and trying to process what you just learned. He had essentially given you two options: Get pregnant or wait for the agonizing cycle to complete.

Noticing your discomfort, Eren cupped your cheek and tilted your head up so that you would look at him, “My mom says that it got a lot better after she had me, though, so maybe it’ll be the same for you.”

His attempt to comfort you backfired, ending with tears on your end, crying about not wanting it, and him sitting up to hold you as you crumbled. By now, the swelling that had locked you together died down, allowing him to pull himself out of you. A slew of semen spilled out of you and onto his lap as you did, making you feel like a disgusting and sticky mess.

“Don’t cry, please… It’s going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. Please, please… No more tears.” He held your face, pushing his forehead against yours while he wiped your tears. “We can eat and then rest, right? We’ll rest as long as you need to.” 

After pushing your head into his shoulder, he fell back on the bed, holding you close while he pet your back and head. You were quick to calm, his body wrapped around yours providing a sort of comfort that was still new to you—a feeling of peace and home. It was hard to cry with that warm feeling in your chest. 

A few minutes of silence passed with Eren petting and holding you, allowing you enough time to relax so that you weren’t crying anymore, even when he got up to grab your clothes and a rag to clean you. When he returned to your side, he slipped his arm underneath your back to hold you up, handing you his shirt and telling you to put it on while he cleaned up the excess cum that covered your thighs. You did as told, changing into the clean shirt and watching him throw the rag into the heap of dirty clothes that he dropped on the floor earlier. As you stared at the pile, you realized that this would be your fourth time changing shirts today—and his third. 

“You change clothes a lot, you know.” You commented, pointing to where all of his previously worn shirts lay. 

Eren looked from the clothes to you, chuckling a little while he put on—what would hopefully be—his final change of clothes for the day, “Heh, only today. Normally I only change after bathing or if my shirt gets ripped, today was just special!” 

Tilting your head to the side, you questioned him, “Special? How?” 

“Because today’s my first day being with you since we were kids.” He responded with a small smile, sitting back on the bed and pulling you into his side. Your cheeks burned, and you pushed against him gently.

“Is it really that special?”

“Of course it is. I’ve missed you for years, why wouldn’t it be special? You're finally mine.”

Your face felt even hotter, but not like it did during your heat. 

“Stop it, Eren… Just go make me food like you said you would. I’m getting hungry.” You pouted, crossing your arms and trying to hide your fluster. 

“Aw, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” He got up, kissing your head and ruffling your hair before going to grab things out of the many jars and boxes he had, plating it all and heading for the door, “I’ll be outside by the fire pit; call if you need me.”

You nodded and watched him leave, barely even realizing that he was trusting you enough to be alone with the door unlocked. Escaping came as a secondary thought, and you didn’t bother to question it. You were too distracted by the comfort—the comfort of Eren, his presence, and his smell. It was overpowering any sort of negative feeling you had before. 

With a sigh, you buried yourself into the blankets and sheets on the bed, relaxing into the softness of it. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay like this for a while, drowning in the solace that you had here. You could always escape later, so why not enjoy this feeling while you had it. 

Just as you were about to shut your eyes and let yourself drift to sleep, a loud bark echoed from outside of the cabin. You sat up, listening for a moment to determine if the noise was a one-off occurrence or if something was happening outside. You heard the pitter-patter of a few raindrops hit the roof, but nothing else. After a minute passed with nothing else, you just assumed that maybe Eren had been startled, or maybe he got overly excited and barked at something—but all of those ideas went down the drain when you heard it again. This time, it was louder, and much more aggressive-sounding than before. And then, there was another bark—one from someone different. 

Worried, you got up and hurried to the door, your thighs thankfully not aching as much as before—well, the injuries on the outsides of your thighs that is. You pushed against it in a rush, swinging it wide open to see what was going on and if Eren was in danger.

The already wet dirt was beginning to flood as the second rain of the day poured down, turning into mud that caked Eren and another werewolf as they wrestled and fought on the ground. The food that Eren had previously gathered for you was scattered across the dirt, some of it crushed underneath the two fighting werewolves.

Eren was covered in dirt and blood, both his own and his opponents. Gashes, scratches, and bite marks covered his body, telling you how viscous this fight was—for it to wound him so badly in just a few minutes.

You watched as they tackled each other, tearing at each other’s skin and gnawing at the other’s limbs. Although you wanted to scream, to run and throw yourself in between them to stop the fight, doing such a thing would only lead to your demise—so all you could do was watch as they mauled each other. Eventually, the stranger was pinned to the ground, being able to do nothing but kick and bark while Eren continued to attack him. 

Unable to handle watching the battle anymore, you screamed for Eren, waiting for him to look at you before you went inside, slamming the door shut and leaning all of your weight against it. You began to cry, praying that Eren would be able to get away from whoever was out there fighting him. The numerous questions you had about why he was fighting could come later, right now you only wanted him to be safe. 

Something rapped against the door, startling you away from it. You scurried back to the bed on all fours, hiding underneath the blankets while staring daggers at the door, hoping that the next person to come through it would be someone familiar to you. As it swung open, the wood bashed against the wall forcefully, making the house shake. You let out a cry, squeezing your eyes shut and praying that when you opened them, Eren would be the one there.

The door was shut, and you listened to the sound of footsteps approaching you carefully. A large hand was placed on your back, and before you could react with a scream or shout—he spoke.

“It’s ok. It’s me, bunny.”

Your eyes shot open, and you launched yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He flinched as your arms touched his wounds but still wrapped his arms around you, petting your head as you held onto him. 

You pushed him away, eyes scanning over his body while you made note of every injury and bruise he had.

“You're bleeding, Eren…” 

“I know, I know. Help me get bandaged up… please.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke to you, making his weakened state even more obvious. He pointed to a box that sat on a wooden shelf against the wall opposite to you, “They’re in there. Please get them for me.” 

Nodding, you were quick to stand and rush to the shelf, opening the box and digging out a roll of bandages along with a few other first-aid supplies, such as a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag to clean him off. He sat on the bed, hunched over and panting while tugging off his ruined clothes and throwing them into the trash with everything else that had been tarnished that day.

“So much for that being my last change of clothes.” He joked, trying to lighten the heavy mood before he pointed to a large vase in the corner, “There’s some water in there. You can dip the rag in it to get it wet.”

You walked over to it, taking off the ceramic lid and placing it aside, dunking the cloth into the water inside of it. You rang it out after, flinging it over your shoulder and walking back to where Eren sat. He lifted his head, sitting up straight when you arrived at his side. When you began cleaning him, he couldn’t help the small sigh that left his mouth, the washcloth pressing against his skin and scrapping off the drying mud and blood was already making him feel better—especially because you were the one doing it. 

“Thank you.” He brushed a hand over your cheek, catching your attention and stopping you from your task for a moment. His thumb grazed over the curve of your cheek while he admired you, a glimpse of relief and sadness in his eyes. You were more important to him than you would ever even begin to realize, and the fact that he could have been so close to losing you during that fight had cemented that fact—making him feel even more possessive over you than before, a strong desire to keep you safe with him overpowering any rational thought. 

You nodded at him, continuing to clean his wounds with the wet rag. After you had wiped down as much as you could, you folded the rag in half and doused it in the rubbing alcohol, going over all of his wounds again to clean them. Eren clenched his jaw, hissing at the stinging feeling that followed.

Working quickly, you managed to finish in less than a minute, allowing you to move on to bandaging him. He lifted his arms, giving you room to wrap the bandage around and pull it tight against him. 

This process took longer, wrapping each limb individually in a way that still allowed him to move was a lot more time-consuming than just running a soaked cloth over everything. You moved in front of him, continuing to cover his wounds while he watched you. It was almost eerie, having him watch your every move so carefully, not being able to tell what he was thinking.

As you finished wrapping the last of his injury, he moved one of his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, letting you finish tying off the bandage before he rested his head on your shoulder. You did the same, resting on his and snuggling into him. He smiled, holding you against him securely and relaxing with the comfort of you in his arms. 

Moving a hand up to your open shoulder, he began to trace over the bite mark in the crook of your neck. He smiled to himself, the proof of you being his mate putting a warm feeling in his chest. His mark had worked to bind the two of you, but whether you had figured that out yet or not, he didn’t know. He wanted to tell you.

“You know, you seem a lot calmer with me than you did before.” He began, deciding that the best way to bring it up was subtly so that you wouldn’t freak out. 

“I guess I have.” You replied, tracing your finger over his shoulder blade, “Haven’t really thought about it that much.”

“Ah, I see.” There was a pause while he thought, deciding what he should say next, “Do you remember earlier—when I was talking about how your hormones are going to change and stuff?”

“Yea, I remember.”

“Well, it affects more than just your sex hormones, you know.” As he finished speaking, he braced himself for your response.

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.” You shrugged it off, trying to ignore the fact that he now had a large influence over your emotions, whether you wanted him to or not. You could come to terms with it later, but for now, it was easier to just ignore.

Your answer was unexpected to Eren, but he didn’t want to push it any further, deciding to just leave it be for your sake. After that, he allowed you to steer where the conversation went, and if it continued at all.

“Does the fight you got into have anything to do with hormones, Eren?” You asked him, trying to get back onto the topic of the fight so you could figure out what caused it. When he let out a sigh in response, you began to regret asking—thinking you’d upset him. Feeling you tense up in his lap, he placed his hand on your back and massaged up and down your spine, reassuring you that things were ok.

“I guess that’s part of it,” He began, wrapping his arms around you again and holding you even tighter than before, “That other guy… He’s always been really pissy over other people having mates because he could never get one. He’s always starting fights over it, trying to ‘win’ the other person’s mate so that he could have one too. I didn’t expect him to be out there, and I thought I would be able to ignore him, but… he could smell your heat on me and it made him really aggravated. He kept saying these… disgusting things about you, and joking about how he’d take you from me when I wasn’t looking so I just—I snapped.”

With his face shoved into your neck, you could feel his tears soaking into your skin. You moved your hand to his head, digging your fingers into his scalp and massaging gently, trying to comfort him. You heard a whimper from him, followed by a few hiccups as he started to cry. 

“I’ve waited so long to have you. I can’t handle the thought of losing you—I just—I just got you. You’re mine. You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else to have you.” He nuzzled into you more, trying to force himself as close to you as he could get, “You’re mine. Mine.” 

His hands pressed against your back, nails beginning to dig into you while he mumbled possessive things. You began to squirm, growing uneasy with how close he was to making you bleed again—but he stopped, pulling his head away from your throat and sliding his hands from your back to your front, moving them up to cup your face. 

With all of your attention on him, making sure to use the softest voice he could muster while tears flooded his eyes—he asked you, “Promise me that you’ll never leave me. Promise you’ll always be mine.” 

He looked desperate for a response, but reluctant to answer, you gawked at him. As the seconds passed, he grew more distressed with your hesitance, growing visibly more upset the longer your reply took. As much as you wanted to, his sad puppy-dog eyes and the fear for your safety made it difficult to deny him—so you didn’t. You gave in.

“I promise.”

Relief flooded his face when you said that, the tears finally leaving his eyes and a small smile coming to his lips. He pulled your face against his, pressing your lips together and kissing you with everything he had. You didn’t fight it, your hands previously in his hair falling to his shoulders. You relaxed into each other, both of you leaning into the kiss. Eren ran his hands back to your shoulders, down to your arms, and up to your wrists, grabbing them and moving them to his face.

When you caught on and held his face, he let go of you and moved his hands down to your thighs, rubbing them gently before sliding them to your back again. With one arm holding you against him, he rolled over and pressed his body against yours, continuing to kiss you while you were pinned underneath him.

He caressed your face, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss further and get an angle that allowed him to get even closer. His thumb rubbed against the curve of your cheek, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside; you were so comfortable in his arms. 

When he pulled away, it was only for a second to breathe, and then his mouth was back on yours, holding you there for as long as he could. A few more minutes of him repeating the process, and you began to feel him becoming wound up. The more he kissed you, the more he pushed against you—and the more he pushed against you, the more desperately he seemed to cling to you. 

The kisses began to grow shorter, but so did the pauses between them, allowing him to kiss you over and over as his body pressed against yours. His tail was wagging back and forth, increasing in speed the more he relaxed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your fingers into his hair again and scratching behind his furry ears. Feeling nothing but pure bliss, he let out a satisfied moan and practically melted on top of you, the burden of holding up his body weight falling to you. 

His mouth continued to press kisses on your cheek, trailing slowly to your jaw. Your body tensed as he kissed down even further, reaching your neck and pausing his journey to give some more attention to it. He laid a few pecks here and there, scattering light kisses across your throat before finally deciding on a spot to ravage. First, his sharp teeth grazed over the spot, tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps all over. With his lips puckered, he latched onto you, harshly sucking at your skin and leaving a deep bruise. When he was satisfied with what he’d left, he abandoned it to join the rest of the marks on your neck, moving on to kiss your collarbone.

He moved off of you, maneuvering himself around until he managed to get into a position in between your legs. With his hands now free, he was quick to cup your face, giving you a peck on the lips before speaking, “Please—let me make you mine. More than you already are. Please, let me take all of you.”

His hands slid down your neck, moving to fondle your chest through your shirt, “I’ll let you have me too. I’ll let you have anything you want. Just—Please. It’s all I want. You’re all I want.” 

You could feel your face heat up, tears welling up at the idea of what being his could mean. Every sensical thought you had was being pushed away, your instincts—poisoned by his bite and clouded by your returning heat—inclining you to give yourself to him. In any other situation, you would say no. In any other situation, you would have already escaped and run away, giving no second thought to the werewolf that kidnapped you. In any situation where he hadn’t already bitten you, you wouldn’t think twice about rejecting him—but that wasn’t this. 

You only had one answer to give, lifting your hand up to his face and holding it delicately, “You can have me, Eren.” 

With your consent given, he smiled and his tail began to smack against the bed over and over, showing how excited he was. A little rougher than before, he was already groping and squeezing your breasts, growing eager to take you again. His crotch was pressed against yours, allowing you to feel the way his length grew as he touched you, struggling to become fully erect in the tight confines of his underwear.

Your body already felt hot again, a feeling similar to what Eren called your “heat” before. It grew more intense with each second, every touch or grind against you sending a strong wave of euphoria through your body. 

“I’ll take such good care of you, bunny.” He said, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. He threw it to the side—planning to come back for it later when you were done—and grabbed onto your chest again, pawing at your tits and rolling his thumbs over your hardening nipples. He grew rougher, grinding his hips into yours and moving one hand away from your chest, allowing him access to kiss your now unoccupied boob. 

Eagerly, he popped the nipple into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue, moving it around and flicking it. Already sensitive enough to his advances, shivers went across your body, and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, whimpering as the warmth began to pool in between your legs.

He sucked on it, gently pulling on and rubbing the other nipple with his fingers. You whined quietly, back arching so that your chest would push further into him, your brain so high on dopamine that all you could think about was the pleasure you were receiving. There was no way to take things slow when you were this excited. 

“Eren—Eren, I want—want more.” You begged, your body starting to shake with need.

Eren pulled away from your nipple, but only for a second so that he could speak, “Now now, you have to be patient. I want to keep touching you. I said I want to take all of you, so I intend to touch all of you too.”

With a few more whimpers and squirms, you gave up on asking for more than suckling, because that was all he seemed to be focused on at the moment. He finally pulled back from your tit with a ‘pop’, eyeing the spit-covered and swollen nipple before beginning to kiss down your stomach, sliding both of his hands down to your thighs to spread them apart. The heat from your cunt could be felt on his chin as he reached your clit, his eyes never leaving yours as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it and reveling in the whines and cries that left your mouth. He held your waist, his arms underneath your legs and hands on the curve of your hips, slowly rubbing up and down and thumbs massaging them leisurely.

You could see his tail swaying, a clear sign that he was enjoying his time between your legs. A small giggle interrupted your whimpers while you moved your hand, threading your fingers through his hair and petting him. He raised an eyebrow at you, pulling his mouth away for a moment before switching to using his tongue, lapping and flicking the bud. 

Your body jolted, the grip you had on his hair tightening, “Eren!”

He didn’t stop, the licks going from just on your clit to the entire slit; his tongue dragging up your cunt to taste how wet you were. It turned you into putty in his hands, and it took everything inside of you to not squeeze his head with your thighs and suffocate him with your pussy. 

His grip on your waist grew, allowing him to pull you closer to his face and push his tongue into you. One of his hands moved to your groin, his thumb pushing against your clit and rubbing it up and down. The stimulation made you twice as sensitive, his tongue buried inside of you making you feel like you were drowning in bliss.

“It feels good, Eren. It feels so good.” You cried, grasping his head with both of your hands. He nodded, trying to rub his thumb even faster to milk more cute noises out of you. Your legs began to shake, your back arching as you absentmindedly ground your hips against him. You were getting close, you could feel it. The feeling pooling in your core was familiar—you were getting close.

“Eren—Eren, I’m going to—”

You couldn’t finish your sentence, being interrupted by Eren pulling away and sitting up, “No, you aren’t.” 

Taking advantage of the temporary space between you, he ripped off his underwear and crawled back to you, situating himself in between your legs again with his cock sitting in between your thighs, “You’re not going to cum until I’m fucking you so deep that you can feel it in your stomach, got it?”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from being denied your orgasm, but you tried to ignore it. The sooner you could get him inside of you the better, and if you started crying that would undoubtedly get in the way. 

“Yes—yes, sir.” You nodded fiercely, wriggling your hips and trying to turn yourself over, just assuming that his preferred position was doggy style because that’s the position you were in before. To your surprise, he stopped you—a hand on your waist pushing you down so that you couldn’t move.

“Don’t move. I want to see your pretty face this time.”

Your face grew even hotter than it already was, feeling flustered at his compliment. When you nodded, he smiled at you, cupping your cheek again and leaning down to kiss you. He was trying so hard to be gentle, especially knowing that he struggled to be most of the time. You smiled back at him, putting your hand over his and lacing your fingers with his.

He kissed you again, again, and again, finally moving back and sitting up all the way, letting go of your hand. This time, he focused on getting inside of you, grabbing his length and moving it back to your pussy. It was a small struggle to get the tip lined up with your opening, but when he did, he pushed it in hastily. He ended up forcing more in than just the tip like he intended—another example of how rough he was without meaning to be—but you didn’t seem to mind, your head thrown back with your eyes squeezed shut, letting out an abundant amount of moans and whimpers into the palm of your hand.

You watched as he continued pushing into you, barely giving you any time to adjust. With how wet you were, it went in easily, allowing you to watch a bulge form in your lower stomach in real-time. For a moment, you thought you would pass out with him so deep inside of you, already so close to touching your cervix—but you managed to stay awake through heavy panting, allowing him to keep pushing deeper and deeper. 

What really sent you over the edge, though, spiraling into a mess of high-pitched whimpers, was when he pressed his palm against the bulge, stroking your pelvis and groaning at the feeling of his cock so deep inside of you. You managed to wrap your legs around him, locking him in place and pushing him closer to you—eliciting a long, drawn-out moan while you squeezed him so tightly that he thought he was going to cum right then. He struggled to pull himself out, wanting to stay buried in your warm pussy—but if he didn’t, he might finish a lot sooner than he intended to. As he did, making sure he left only the head inside, you let out a loud whine, begging for him to put it back in. 

With little warning, he thrust his hips into yours, pushing everything back inside of you swiftly. After that first thrust, he began to move more steadily, keeping his hand pressed to your lower abdomen to feel himself fucking into you. Your slew of moans every time he buried himself back to the hilt were like music to his ears, urging him to go faster—to fuck you until you were a crying, shaking mess, begging for him to pull out because you couldn’t take anymore.

“Feel good?” He asked.

Your response came out as a whine. 

“Use your words, bunny.”

“Yes—Yes, feels so good Eren!” You gasped, feeling your entire body shake as his cock stretched you out over and over.

He moved his hands, grabbing your waist and lifting it up with little effort—allowing him to get even deeper with the new angle. You grabbed onto the blankets underneath you, crying out his name and trying to move your body in sync with his, making your tits bounce as he picked up the pace. He managed to hook his hand underneath you, allowing him to continue holding you up while he used his other hand to rub your clit, sending a wave crashing over you as he repeatedly hit your cervix. The pain felt good—so good that you felt like you were going to melt as an orgasm ripped through your body, making you cry out for Eren while your legs spasmed. 

You weren’t given a chance to rest, Eren instead dropped you and leaned over your body, putting his face close to yours as he continued to pound into you. He licked the tears that fell from your eyes, grabbing one of your hands and pinning it next to your head with your fingers intertwined together.

“You’re so fucking pretty. So so pretty—and you’re all mine,” he leaned into you, groaning as he ignored how sore his legs felt in favor of fucking you faster, as fast as he could manage. You were forced to ride through your orgasm, being pushed to another one quickly with how tender you were now. You felt so full, like you were packed to the brim with his dick—everything felt so warm and satisfying. 

When you finally managed to open your eyes, you were met with Eren’s half-lidded, piercing green ones. Both of you were panting, sweaty, and sticky messes, but that didn’t stop you. You wanted more—and you both got it. Eren’s face was red, and you could tell that he was getting close—his thrusts were growing sloppier, more uneven—and you felt a knot forming at the base of his cock, just like you had the first time. You begged him to put it in you, spreading your legs as wide as you could without feeling like your tendons would tear, making it easier for him to hit just hard enough that the bump could slip into you too. 

With only a few more thrusts, his hips finally stuttered and snapped into yours one last time before his orgasm, his cock pulsating inside of you as he emptied his cum into you. 

Before he could stop himself, he was already stuttering out, “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me who owns you. Who do you belong to,” his judgment clouded by his arousal. 

“You, Eren! You, I belong to you!” You cried in response, your brain too filled with pleasure and longing to comprehend what you were actually saying.

He kept his hips grinding against yours, forcing himself to bear the overstimulation in favor of pushing you through the final release that you were begging for. Despite not being able to get any deeper than he was now, he continued to push, driving the head of his dick into your cervix again and again until your legs were shaking, wrapped tightly around his waist and holding him in place while you went through your climax.

After it was all over, he laid on you, head buried into your neck while you both panted and gasped, desperate for rest after expending so much energy. You used your free hand to lace your fingers in his hair, combing through it and comforting him after the taxing activity. His nose nuzzled against your neck, his breath tickling your throat and making you let out a small giggle—which made you smile. 

As your heats faded, he was able to pull himself out but stayed on top of you, cuddling into you and holding you tight. You pet his head, shutting your eyes and relaxing under him, welcoming the comforting heat he emitted. 

A couple of minutes passed, allowing both of you to catch your breath and unwind—and while doing so, the sticky mess in between your legs became more and more noticeable, but you were trying to ignore it in favor of staying cuddled up to him. Eren, however, had other plans; assuming that the abundance of cum spilled all over your thighs was uncomfortable for you, he got up to get something to clean you off with—much to your dismay. 

You whined for him to come back, but he blew you off with a chuckle and continued to search for a rag. He moved quickly, not wanting to make you wait any longer than you had to—wetting the rag, ringing it out, and returning to you in seconds. After wiping your legs down and chucking the cloth with all the other dirty clothes, he jumped back into bed and pulled you into him. You nestled against his chest, content with your position until you felt a hand on your stomach, stroking it up and down as gently as he could. 

“Do you think it worked?” Eren asked, sliding his hand over your tummy in slow circles. 

Biting your lip, you put your hand over his and responded with hesitance, “I forgot about that.”

You leaned into him more, shutting your eyes and letting a few tears slip down your cheeks. It was so easy to forget the reason you were here when you were intimate with him, and now it was biting you in the ass. There was very little chance that you would be able to make it out now, especially if you did end up pregnant. Even if you did, god knows what lengths he would go to to find you again. You were stuck.

Eren noticed your tears and immediately jumped into action, wrapping his arms around you and petting your head. He cooed sweet words and meaningless reassurances, managing to calm you with little effort.

You wanted to hate him. You really did—but physically, you just couldn’t. All because of a stupid bite mark. At least, that’s what he says is the cause.

It hurt. It truly hurt, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You were stuck; like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf—you were helpless. You would never see your family or friends again—at least not anytime soon. All you could do was learn to accept it, or at least pretend to. 

So that's what you did, curling up into Eren and wrapping your arms around him as he covered you both with a blanket, squeezing your eyes shut while you tried to sleep. He held you there, relaxing with your presence.

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you too, Eren.”

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