First and foremost, I will not delete this or @eruriotica without warning. These will stay up until I decide otherwise, and then I will announce their impending doom.
I have gone away from this platform and the social interactions here. I log in once a month at most, and more often don’t login in at all for a few. Mostly, I am found on twitter for fandom stuff; all my writing (with the except of maybe a few drabbles) can be found on AO3.
Where am I going? As my university studies really pick up on my concentration, I’m moving away from time sinks like this one, that rely so much on browsing or scrolling. For rambling thoughts on a mix of personal, university, and fandom, check out my dreamwidth. I’m resurrecting a journal that has sat empty for a year and a half; I am finding that this style of “social media” is more my speed (and I’m going to show my age a little— it’s because places like livejournal were where I first met fandom on a public library computer, back when I was reading the Star Wars novels in 2005).
Thanks you guys for a wonderful run on tumblr. Maybe I’ll be back later on, we’ll see.
Nanaba does her best not to betray her feelings, does her best not to flinch. She remains tall where she waits, scrolling through her phone until the tram comes. Several meters away, a group of her classmates are baiting for her attention: she knows this, because they do it so often that it should be boring by now. It should, but it isn’t, because it still stings her a little.
One of the other omegas snickers, “Look at her pretending she can’t hear us.”
Nanaba strokes her fingers over her dashed circle of scars, the object of her classmates scrutiny today. The action comforts her, releasing a calming tendril of her Alpha, a precious thing only for her to experience, and she doesn’t hide the smile that reflexively fills her mouth.
“Fucking disgusting traitor,” someone sneers, obviously watching her self-soothe.
Her claiming mark heats, not from embarrassment. It’s high on the side of her neck, somewhat toward her nape, unashamedly open for viewing. Down the street, she hears the rumble of the tram, so she locks her phone and slips it back into her purse, knowing that any moment now, she won’t need any distractions.
Her Alpha joins her as the tram arrives, greeting her with a kiss to her forehead. Mike looks down, gauging her, and then looks to the side where her tormentors are suddenly all incredibly preoccupied with their phones.
“Hello, my love,” he murmurs, using his large hand to tip her chin up and give her a solid kiss on the mouth. Allowing her eyes to slip closed, she savours the public display, loving it even more when the other omegas scatter despite their judgemental scoffing. When he draws back from her mouth, Mike whispers into the small space between them, “Don’t ever forget that you’re better than them.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she purrs with a wistfully-obedient nod.
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Wednesdays are good days. Nanaba only has the small lecture today, and she has two of her nestmates to sit with. It’s the only class they share for this semester. After the lesson, she, Levi, and Erwin head to the dining hall, wanting to grab a nice, leisurely lunch before hunkering down to study in the library. The three of them are joking at a table off to the side when an uninvited voice cuts in to maliciously accuse, “Desperate for that Alpha cock?”
Nanaba freezes, ice in her blood, turning to look at the interloper before she can stop herself, but the omega is already several paces away, speeding off after delivering their comment.
“What’s their fucking problem?” Levi growls, heckles raising.
Erwin chuffs, “Insecure and can’t stand to see other omegas enjoying life outside of their agenda.”
Levi bristles visibly, a tense ridge beside Nanaba. Where her claiming mark is long-healed, Levi’s own is much more fresh. She takes her nestmate’s hand to calm him. Across from the two omegas, Erwin has shifted, giving off dangerous vibes that would put another terrorising classmate in check.
“Pathetic,” Levi murmurs, unconsciously touching his midsection.
So this idea has been bugging me for a while and now i can finally spit it out.
In fanfictions, Mike’s sense of smell makes him see and interact with the world differently: sensing emotions, predicting rainfalls, etc, etc, etc.
but i wanted to push it a little more, making him a synesthesiac. (in specific, a lexical-gustatory synesthesic.) meaning he would taste sounds.
I wanted to draw this but A) i didn’t know how to draw flavours B) Mike would have ended up in a sea of colors and numbers/letters.
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So, to Mike,Erwin’s voice tastes like pebble stone,Levi’s like lettuce/spinach and Hanji is chamomilie. (i asked a friend with sythestesia so those are some legit flavours. - i got the idea from him too)
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That’s it. I just wanted to take it out of my mind. (kinda prompt to deansautophobia my erumike queen IRL )
Now my brain can rest. bye.
After a full day of riding and wrangling in the field. Riding and wrangling what, that’s up to the imagination ♥
I actually have a different idea for this theme which involves space and guns, but I’m just too tired to draw it ;;w;;
So just have them being sexy dilfs
day eight: bonds + sensory deprivation. featuring the obedience training au, erurinana. 128 words.
Erwin has cuffs and belts with hooks and clips: he puts the two pets together for a nap. Being slightly taller, Nana is made to cradle Levi, the leather strapped around their wrists, waists, thighs, and ankles chained together. Naked in the summer heat. Ear plugs, weighted blindfolds, steadfast immobility meant to calm his anxious little ones. He can desensitise Nana to the deprivation so long as Levi anchors her. Erwin wants to give her the gift back, the ability to trust again. It’s a slow process.
He wouldn’t dare go far. He sits in the armchair and stays nearby, listening for the change in the breathing that precedes panic. But the only change in breathing is a shift to deep diaphragmatic inhales, long paced exhales, and peace.
day seven: gun play. featuring Mike’s POV from In The Shepherd’s Care. 174 words, rated G.
Mike teaches the little runaway how to clean the guns before he teaches her how to shoot. His hands eclipse Nanaba’s own when he takes them and shows her what to do the first time. Just making sure she gets them cleaned properly, he tells himself. He wants to feel nothing but mentorship in the touch.
He sets up targets with some old aluminium cans he still has in the shed. In the afternoon chill, she’s got the Carhartt jacket zipped all the way up, her skirt attempting to billow in the breeze. He brings her into his half-embrace, into his bosom, his hands dictating the motions of her wrists. She’s so small under his touch. He could break her; sometimes he feels like even his shadow weighs more than she does with a full belly or sopping wet.
Nanaba is a fast learner. She doesn’t really need him standing there all around her, but she doesn’t brush him off. A natural sharpshooter. A natural homestead hand. Maybe a natural at other things, too.
day six: pet play. featuring the obedience training AU: Master Erwin and pets-in-training Levi + Nanaba. 150 words.
All Levi knows is that she got fucked up by a bad Dom for a couple of years. He doesn’t know the specifics, but as the summer flits on, he begins to understand why Erwin had cautioned Levi endlessly before agreeing to obedience training.
Erwin is in the middle of training them how to beg for dessert after dinner; Levi and Nana are on their knees, hands curved down like paws, whimpering in the backs of their throats, when Erwin opens his mouth and teases, “I can’t hear you.” And Nana collapses down like a controlled demolition, hands covering her ears, playful puppy sounds morphing into terrified whines.
Levi doesn’t know what to do but he doesn’t have to, not with Erwin there, scooping her up and promising her that she’s safe, no one is going to lock her in the closet until she pisses herself as punishment for imperfection.
day five: demon fucking. featuring mikenana. 284 words.
Grabbing hold of the hand around her throat, Nanaba fights to breathe. He always gets a little carried away when he finds her foolishly uncovered and without a nightlight to scare him away. In fact, her drapes are pulled shut, blocking out the moonlight and stars, casting her bedroom into the perfect atmosphere on this deep winter night. In her sleep, she had roughed up her blankets, leaving herself exposed to him when he came creeping out from under her bed, and without a light to send him scurrying away, she had become weak (and willing) prey.
“Please,” she wheezes, legs tightening around his waist. She’s close. She can hear the way his cock churns wet inside of her, can feel her cum pooling and cooling in the sheets around her ass.
He answers with a growl and a wicked motion that stuffs him up into her cunt, and then her back arches as endorphins burst through her body. When Nanaba sinks down limp, legs loosening around him, he releases her throat and slides out from between her legs. He’s fed from her pleasure and means to go back beneath her bed, but she grabs his arm.
“Stay until the sun comes up,” she whispers. No need for persuasion, though. He immediately rearranges her, moving her blissed rag doll body to his liking until the demon settles down, big spoon. One huge, clawed hand massages the bruises forming a collar that she wishes were more than just burst blood vessels.
“Is this why you summon me?” He asks, voice like brimstone and hellfire and fondness.
“Would you stop coming if it is?” Nanaba retorts, already knowing her answer. Lonely souls gravitate toward one another.
day four: sadism and masochism. featuring erunana. 233 words.
They form an induced fit. When they are together, they bind to one another. Nanaba’s nature is already sweet and submissive, but she’s an obedient bitch of a lapdog with Erwin. She lays her head in his lap and begs so convincingly for her destruction at his hand, for the achingly tight shackles of his control.
“I love when you hurt me,” she whispers, nearly whines if she were a decibel or two louder. “Please, sir, please hurt me some more.”
“Sweet pet,” he always promises, rubbing out the angry red scalp were he’d grabbed fists of sweaty curls when he was beating her. “Could I ever deny a good girl like you?”
Because he’s not happy until she’s bleeding and she’s not happy until he needs to wash blood splatter out of his hair and because it’s something of a miracle how they came to be: how they crashed into each other by chance meeting, how he could read that ready-submission in her countenance, how he could smell her potential as a needy bitch in heat. His finely tailored suit and her shoes with holes in the soles on the six p.m. train. A sudden stop and his coffee burning through her thin sweatshirt and her apologising to him and he knew then that he needed to get to know her because he could destroy her and she would thank him.
day three: food play. featuring kenny/petra. rated G. 262 words. (pairing inspired by @frenchieleigh’s blessed AU)
Kenny’s not used to seeing her all dolled up like this. He sits beside Petra, watching her expertly edit the footage they spent the last hour capturing, something she calls a muck bang or something. He’s still not certain what the purpose of these types of videos are, but this is how she makes her living and he’s happy enough to help out.
Despite always presenting a made-up face for youtube and the instapicture thing, Petra usually has a fresh face. Most of the time. Even when Kenny takes her out to dinner, she doesn’t wear as much make-up as he sees on her social media.
“Boyfriend feeds me dinner while we answer Qs,” Petra mumbles as she types out the video title. There’d been a lot of the usual ones they get in real life: why the age gap? Are you really dating or is he just a sugar daddy? That one gets him laughing. He’s just an old grizzled cop on a salary; Petra easily makes twice as much, something he can’t quite wrap his head around even a year into this. He’s pretty sure she doesn’t need him for anything. But she says she loves him and by god, he kinda loves the pipsqueak, too.
“How about this one?” She asks, pulling up a screenshot for the video still where Kenny was joking here comes the airplane and she had burst out with giggles. “I’ll even use the plane and baby emojis.”
“That’s perfect,” he approves and pats the top of her head. When did he got so soft?
day two: underwear. featuring adolescent mikenana step-siblings. 481 words.
A question he heard during his last year at grammar school becomes deja vu during his final year at high school: “Why do you always eat lunch with your sister?”
As children, they’d done it because Nana was scared to be in the cafeteria, and the only way her teachers could get her to sit and eat was if Mike was with her. Then she grew out of it, and for a while, she was her own social person.
But her first year at high school is a big year, and Mike’s a comfortable sophomore in the student body, so he lets her cling to him again like when they were younger. Somewhere in all that clinging, he becomes increasingly aware that she’s not his real sister, even though everyone thinks so. And rightfully so, since his dad married her mom when they were ten and eleven.
By his senior (her junior) year of high school, people have stopped asking why Mike is so close to Nanaba. It’s just become an expectation: wherever he is, she can be found.
The football team, in the fashion of aggressive teenage boys, is embarassing themselves tonight, but Mike’s not paying particular attention, not with Nana wrapped up in his letterman jacket with him. She’s warm, unbearably warm. He tries not to press against her too obviously, but he can’t help himself, he gets a good grind in anytime they shift a little too much.
They head back home before the game is over, knowing that their school will lose. Their parents are, in recurrent fashion, absent. So the teenagers, in their well-formed habit, are twisted up in bed together, Nana’s quiet moans held between them. No one knows they’re sexually active, let alone that they’re fucking each other. There’s a breather between each round, and by the time they shower and fall asleep in separate beds, midnight approaches. But still, he sneaks into her room for one last coupling before skulking into his own bed just in time to hear keys at the front door.
At breakfast, their parents feign interest into their school, their lives. Mike pretends to give pursuit of a made-up girl in his history class, but the way Nana bites her bottom lip and looks forlorn makes even the lie burn in his veins.
“Does it make you jealous?” He quietly asks afterward, when they’re in the hallway space between their respective bedrooms.
“No,” Nanaba pretends.
Yeah, she pretends it doesn’t bother her but the next time Mike’s at school, he reaches into his pocket and feels moist lace. Ducking into the bathroom and rushing to a stall, he finds the little invaders dripping with Nanaba’s essence. She can pretend, but she can’t fool him, not when she leaves her panties for his olfactory pleasure, as if she even needed to remind him that she’s the only girl for him.
day one: distension. featuring erurimike. 305 words.
Erwin brings home a little rat and at first, Mike don’t want shit to do with it. But he gets a good view of what Erwin’s cock does in his throat and soon, Mike can’t find a reason not to let Levi in, even just a lil’ bit. He don’t start by puttin’ his dick down the man’s throat. No, he starts by pettin’ him.
Levi got a certain way of being abrasive like a self-defense mechanism, but when Mike gets his massive hands on that undercut, the tiny noirette lets his head fall back, lets his eyes close, and Mike swears he can hear him fuckin’ purring and shit. When the three of ‘em are all tucked up in bed with wind and snow outside, when Levi’s a warm bundle beside him, Mike’ll loop his arms around the man’s shoulders and coax him up onto a bare chest, feelin’ that skin on skin goodness. Levi’ll sometimes wake up that way, his drool poolin’ between Mike’s pecs.
It ain’t Mike that makes the first proposal. He comes in on Erwin fucking Levi’s brains out all over the kitchen counters and Erwin grits between edged teeth, “Levi, suck his cock.”
Mike ain’t even hard yet when Levi’s shakin’ fingers is fiddlin’ with his belt and gulping down a half-chub. Ain’t take long though for Mike to watch the way his glans bulges out on the down stroke.
And when Erwin hoists Levi up by the armpits and sits him on Mike’s cock? Mike gotta groan to keep from cummin’ like a teenager, eyes glued to the distended belly where his cock pushes out the muscles of a trim lil’ waist. Lord, he ain’t never had the pleasure of bulging through his partner like his cock is too big to fit– he could get used to this.
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