ronin

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Lunchtime

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Author’s notes:

Character A (Marco): “You’re a liar!” x Character B (Armin): “You’re right, I lied. But so have you. We’re both guilty of deceit.”

Zombie apocalypse and modern AU of Attack on Titan

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“Hey, Eren!”

Connie came running down the hill at full speed, swaying his arms at his sides as his typical cheeky smile formed across his lips. The gray shirt he had on lacked the amount of holes as the previous one, as well as stains. Thank the gods Jean and Marco found an old laundromat full of decent clothing last week. All of them were in desperate need of a change of attire.

Eren wiped his forehead off his upper arm as he stood upright. In his other gloved hand, he held three carrots covered in dirt and worms. That day, Eren was assigned garden duty, a task where he would not complain about having to do. He would much rather be digging up vegetables and planting new seeds than washing clothes or sweeping the floor. Working in the garden kept his hands and mind busy, not to mention he had some peace and quiet for a few hours.

Two years ago, the pandemic broke loose. It began with merely a handful of cases in the big cities. Most people passed it all off as some sick joke. Who was really going to believe that the zombie apocalypse would happen? Zombies are fictional – nothing more than a figment of society’s imagination. They appear on the big screen and in comic books, not on the street where you would cross to get to school or work

Eren thought exactly that. That it was a big prank where all these news outlets worked together to spook the audience who was idiotic enough to believe it. But more and more cases spread out of control, and not long after did the government declare a national state of emergency. People were not allowed out of their homes for anything. Had an emergency where you needed to leave? Too bad. FBI agents would shoot you down thinking you were infected.

“What is it, Connie?” Eren called back out. He placed the three carrots he dug out into the basket. Various other crops filled it up two-thirds of the way up. He picked it up before heading toward his friend.

The previous classmates grew closer to one another over the years. They went from barely knowing each other’s names to knowing exactly what movie was their favorite and why to knowing their sleeping patterns. It goes without saying that an occasional argument or fight did break out. Not everyone saw eye-to-eye on a constant basis. Eren and Jean tended to quarrel from time to time, and more often than not would it get physical. The aftermath of awkward silence and glares would die down faster, however. They lacked the luxury of spending time on pointless grudges in a time where having people by your side was more important than ever.

“Armin said that while on their run he found a first aid kit!” exclaimed Connie. “Can you believe it? Apparently it’s fully stocked, too!”

The basket nearly fell from Eren’s loose grip. He could not believe his ears. A first aid kit! How lucky was that? They were rare to come by, as they were one of the first items to go, along with guns and food. It would be a miracle to even see another one, let alone it be fully stocked.

The two boys rushed to the building they confided in and called “home”, at least for the time being. It was a run-down apartment building that was out of business before the pandemic hit. The entrance was the lobby, where the survivors mainly hung around, and the lounge was used for treating the wounded or organizing treasures from runs for supplies. Everyone had their own room on the first floor. They dared not to spread out any further, in case a stray zombie entered the building, where they would be alerted immediately and could exterminate it.

Armin stood behind the front desk with the first aid kit in front of him. He tugged on his sleeve, his gaze lost in the distance. He wore a long-sleeved baby blue hoodie that was retrieved in the recent run. His face was paler than usual. He did not even realize the pair entered the room.

“Yo, Armin, are you okay?” inquired Eren as he noticed Armin was in a daze. He grasped his shoulder from over the counter, caused the boy to jolt as though he had been electrocuted.

Before he could give an answer, the door to the lounge swung open. Marco came storming out, his eyes locked on Armin. His fists were clenched and shaking at his sides. His brows furrowed into his narrowed eyes. His face, too, was paler than usual.

“You’re a liar!” he screamed. Marco stopped when he was mere inches away from Armin, the counter separating them.

“You’re right, I lied,” replied Armin. His voice was shaky but strong. He looked up to match Marco’s gaze. “But so have you. We’re both guilty of deceit.” Silence befell upon the room. Jean came through the door and headed toward Marco. He grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him away, but to no avail. Marco was as sturdy as a rock. He was not going anywhere anytime soon. A sense of strength and confidence grew in the guy over the last two years. He was no longer the scared little kid he used to be. He would walk with his chin up, chest puffed out. Even Jean remarked that he could not recognize his old friend anymore. That was not to say that the change was a bad thing. His confidence and determination drove him a long way.

Connie piped in. “What is he talking about, Armin? There’s no way you lied about something. I mean. . .I know you wouldn’t.”

There was a brief pause until Armin let out a sigh. “The first aid kit isn’t fully stocked,” he admitted. “I thought it was. But upon closer inspection. . .it’s missing hydrogen peroxide and bandages.”

“He made us risk our lives to get it!” screamed Marco. He pointed a finger at Armin, his hand shaking.

Eren shook his head. “What did you lie about, Marco?”

Marco chewed the inside of his cheek. He looked between the group, contemplating his next move. He rolled up his right sleeve enough to reveal a nasty bite mark on his forearm. The area was red with a mix of green and purple. His veins popped out near the bite, slowly fading down his arm. He casted his gaze to the side.

The group fell quiet again. No one knew what to say or do. They had lost too many people up until this point. They could not lose Marco now. Not after two full years of surviving together, not after going to school with him and working on school assignments. He was the glue that held everyone together. Without fail did he made everyone smile and laugh. They couldn’t lose someone else. Not Marco, too. . .

BANG!

There was a thud, but no one was able to hear it. Their ears were too busy ringing from the gunshot. But they could watch as their friend’s body dropped to the ground. A pool of blood formed from underneath Marco’s head. His eyes lost their angry gaze, and was then empty.

Jean slipped the pistol back into its holster. He clamped it shut, then reached up and, with the back of his hand, wiped the blood from his cheek.

“Let’s get lunch prepared. We don’t have time to waste.”

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To You, 2,000 Years in the Future - The Fall of Zhiganshina (1)

Blood.

A mouth.

A windmill.

Titans.

Dolls.

Dead bodies.

A wasp.

Someone being. . .lifted?

With a straining gasp, my eyes fly wide open. Two crows scurry off in a hurry as the wind kicks in. The chirps of harmony from various birds and the sound of flowers brushing against each other in the breeze fill my ears, however I am not calm. How could I be? What did I even see, and where am I? My heart is pounding as if I had just run around for two days straight. That had to have been a nightmare. My head swirls as I search for an answer. Then, a shadow appears above me.

"Huh? Mikasa. . ."

Mikasa leans over me, a concerned look on her face. It seems to be the only emotion she ever feels anymore. It's not that I don't blame her, it's just that I wish she had more fight in her. I look over her shoulder, past the red scarf she wears every day, and notice the giant tree providing us shelter from the harsh sunlight. A valley of blue flowers rests beside us, and further in the distance are houses scattered along with windmills and trees.

"Let's head back," she says in her usual soft, monotone voice.

"What am I doing here?" I ask her. She must know why I'm here like this. Did she put me here?

"You're so out of it," she says as she stands up. "Were you sound asleep?"

I stand up as the breeze returns. "It's just, I feel like I had a really long dream," I explain, a pounding headache making its way through my skull. "What was it about? I can't remember. . ."

Mikasa slips her arms through the rope straps of the wooden pack frame. The rest of the rope is designed to keep all of the sticks from falling out. We were gathering them for firewood. The windmill's turbine blades spin in circles behind her. Her white dress flows in the same direction as it.

"Eren, why are you crying?"

Huh?

The Year: 845 — Zhiganshina District

"Listen! These walls were constructed with God's wisdom!"

A pastor is shouting religious gibberish to people as they walk by. His gold necklace of the three walls shimmer in the sun. No one is paying him any attention. They're all too focused on where to go next and how to spend their time. Everyone has gotten used to his nonsensical rambling. He's preaching to closed ears.

"They were given to us by God himself!" he continues. "None may defile them!"

On the other side of the wall, Mikasa and I walk across a wooden bridge. Two women pass us, both in headscarves of different colors. One is wearing all green, and the other one is wearing gray and purple. A man stares out from the railing of the bridge in a farmer's hat. I keep my head lowered as we walk past.

"Don't tell anyone that I was crying."

"I won't. . .," she begins. We step through the gate of Wall Maria. "But if you're crying for no reason, why not have your dad check you over?"

"No way! I can't tell my dad about it."

"What are you crying over, Eren?"

A member of the Garrison steps in front of us, hands on the hips. Two roses lay over the image of a shield with leaves and thorns sticking out. The crest is placed four times on his short, brown jacket – one on his back, one for each upper arm, and one over the heart. He's past drunk (the heavy blush on his cheeks give it away).

I look up from the ground. I recognize that voice. "Hannes!"

"Did Mikasa get mad at you for something?" he questions. He bends over and gets much closer to our faces. The stench of alcohol burns my nose. He always wreaks it.

"Why would that make me cry?" I ask him, becoming defensive. I clasp both hands over my nose. "And you stink of alcohol!"

A group of three men launch into laughter on the other side of the gate. Hannes turns to see what happened, and I peer out from beside him. They all sit on stools surrounding a makeshift table of a crate, booze and cards in hands. They all wear the same Garrison uniform. A wave of disgust washes over me as a piece of my heart breaks off.

"You're all drinking again? I ask Hannes, my eyes fixated on the other three guards.

He turns back to me. "Why don't you join us?"

"Um," I start, uncomfortable by the sheer fact he would even ask in the first place, "but don't you have work?"

Hannes straightens his posture and lifts his hand up. "Yeah! We're guarding the gate today. We spend all day here, so eventually, we get hungry and thirsty. And the fact that some of what we drink may be alcohol. . .Well, that isn't too big a problem."

The disgust I've been feeling boils into anger. "Can you fight like that if you have to?" I ponder, gripping the straps of the wooden pack frame. It's heavy with hundreds of sticks. A part of me yearns to drop it and get right into his face.

His eyebrows lift and he goes, "If we have to? When would we. . ."

"When else?!" I don't give him the chance to finish. I don't want to hear the rest of his bullshit. "If they breached the walls and entered the city!"

"Ow. . .," whines out Hannes, grasping his head. "Hey, Eren, don't yell like that. . ."

One of Hannes' fellow guards stands up. It's Hugo. His belly slightly pokes out from his belt. His brown hair is slicked back as usual. The same heavy blush is spread across his face, the bottle of booze in his hand the clear culprit. Typically, he's laid back and, in my opinion, a coward. But if he wants to fight, a fight is what he's going to get.

He laughs. "The doctor's son is pretty lively today." He makes his way to stand beside Hannes and places his hands on his waist. "If they ever do breach the walls, we'll do our jobs. But that hasn't happened for a hundred years."

"But my dad says that you're in the most danger when you lower your guard!" I shout. Their ignorance sends me fuming. Their stupid baffling looks makes me want to drive my fist right into them.

"Doctor Jaeger, huh?" Hannes repeats, his hands on his hips as well as his eyes travel up to the sky in thought. Hugo stares at him, and Hannes continues. "Well, he's right. . .He once saved the whole city from an epidemic. We owe him more than we could ever repay. But that has nothing to do with them. As a soldier, when you go up to repair the walls, you can sometimes see them, wandering around outside. But this wall is fifty meters high. They can't do anything about it."

"Th-Then, you're actually not prepared to fight them?" I ask in disbelief. What did they even do during combat training? Why do I bother to ask? They were most likely drinking. . .

"Nope."

"What?!" I yell at Hannes. "Then stop calling yourselves the Garrison, and become the Wall Repair Corps!"

He chuckles, the idea amusing to him. "I wouldn't mind that. . .But listen, Eren. . .If we're fighting, it means things are bad. As long as everyone's laughing at us and calling us useless freeloaders, that means we're all safe."

I can feel Mikasa's gaze burning into my skull. That doesn't matter. Anger runs through my veins as I ball up a fist as tight as I can muster. "Even if we can never leave these walls for our entire lives, as long as we eat and sleep, we'll survive. . .But that makes us just like. . .Just like cattle!"

The other two guards laugh at their table.

"That's a brave kid you have there."

"Not like he could do anything about it, huh, Hannes?"

"Y-Yeah," Hannes replies to them, nervous. Mikasa and I are already walking off. We've heard enough of them. "Hey, Eren!"

"Strange kid."

"Does he want to join the Survey Corps?" Hannes asks aloud.

~~~

"Eren, you should stop considering the Survey Corps."

My eyes widen and I whip my head to face her. "What? You're going to tell me they're stupid, too?" That familiar feeling of anger bubbles in my stomach again. I thought she was on my side, no matter what.

"That isn't it. . ." She's interrupted by the swinging of bells. They all ring at different times in different outposts, but they all mean the same thing.

"The Survey Corps is back!" I point out to Mikasa. "The front gate's opening! Let's go, Mikasa! The heroes are back!"

I take her hand and rush to go greet the soldiers. A crowd has already begun formation. Damn their tall bodies. They block the view of the road and of the Survey Corps. I peer through the windows between people's shoulders, but it doesn't help any.

"Damn it, I can't see!" Just then, I spot two crates next to a house. I rush to them and hop on the first one, then the next one. That way we both get a chance to see the Scouts.

Some of them arrive on horseback. The team members ride bay horses (mainly brown, but black as the mane and tail) and the commander rides a white horse. Nearly all of them are bruised and beaten up, blood staining their faces and attire. Grief and horror paint their expressions. They're all covered head to toe in bandages, some in slings. The ones unable to walk are thrown in a wooden horse drawn carriage.

"These are all that made it back?"

"Everyone else must've been eaten."

"That's what happens when you go outside the walls."

"Moses! Moses!"

An old lady steps out of the crowd and stops in front of one of the Scouts. A maroon scawl rests over her shoulders and nearly reaches her elbows. Her graying hair is held in a low ponytail with a few strands swept to the side of her face. She scans the soldiers around her in a worried fashion.

"Um, my son, Moses. . .I don't see him," she states. She looks up at one of the members and walks toward him. She grips hold of his green cloak.

"This is Moses's mother," the man says to the one next to him. He closes his eyes for a second, then glances to the other. "Bring it."

The lady falls back a step, a gasp leaving her lips. Her eyelids spring apart as if they were two magnets. The man places a bloodied cloth in her arms. She stares at it in fear mixed with confusion. Her gaze falls back on the man whose cloak she grabbed onto, as if to say, "What the fuck is this?" But words fail her.

She quickly begins to unravel the dirty cloth that was given to her. After one more untangle, half of the cloth falls down, unsupported. A tan hand sticks out. Three black bruises and the blood of who knows cover the hand. The lady gasps and wraps an end of the cloth around the arm again to hide it from her sight. Sobs escape her throat as her body shakes and her head lowers in defeat.

"That is all we managed to receive," the man speaks. He is the only one that can face her. All the others face opposite directions.

The woman falls to her knees on the pathway. She brings the covered arm up to her face and cradles it as if it were a baby. Tears fall down her cheeks and stain the cloth. She doubles over and continues to sob strainingly.

He gets down in a crouching position, and the lady talks again. "But my son. . .He helped, right? Even if he didn't do anything directly. . .My son's death helped humanity fight back, didn't it?!"

Silence falls over the crowd with only the wind creating sound. Dust kicks up on the pathway and sends it into most likely someone's clothing, taking random shreds of paper and leaves with it. Each of the soldiers' heads are lowered, eyes closed or gazing at the ground. The man who spoke gawks at her as he searches for an answer in his head while battling grief and loss.

"Of course!" he reassures her. His eyes fall on the ground just like everyone else as tears fall down his own cheeks. "No. Our recon this time didn't. . .No, we never. . .NEVER LEARN A THING! It's my fault. . .My own incompetence killed our men! And we still don't even know WHAT THEY ARE!"

~~~

"What a mess. . ."

The Scouts and their horses flee the scene and the crowd slowly disperses. The remaining handful of people watch as their protectors leave. The wagons leave a trail embedded in the dirt roads, ruining any chance of grass growing.

Two middle-aged men spark a conversation. "You've got that right," one tells the other. "It's like our taxes all go to fatten them up."

I rip one of the sticks out from my pack and smack him on his bald head. He grunts, covering his head where I hit him. "What are you doing, stupid brat?"

Before I get the chance to whack him again, something pulls me out and around the corner. But I already know who it is. I don't need to see. What's painful is that she's dragging me away when they're the ones in the wrong!

"What are you doing, Mikasa?!" I shout, as the other man shouts for me to get back there. I'll gladly do that. I'll gladly give you the fight you deserve. "Mikasa, you can let go now!"

Mikasa lets go of me – she throws me right into the brick wall, causing the sticks I worked so hard to gather to fly out. Pain shoots up by spine from having the pack frame dig into my body. I get a mouthful of dirt from landing face-first in it. Mikasa has strong muscles, almost too strong at times. Even I'm left with bruises from these kinds of stunts.

"What was that for?" I snap at her. "The firewood spilled everywhere!"

Mikasa pauses. "Eren, do you still want to join the Survey Corps?"

Her words echo throughout my head as I stare at her. She gives me her usual blank yet dedicated expression. Did I hear her right? And why isn't she on my side? I want to yell at her, but something in me tells me not to. I'm more disappointed than anything. Of course I want to join, I want to tell her. No, not tell. Yell. I want to shout it in her face. I want to get it through her skull, through everyone's thick skull, that this is what I want. I want to fight those barbaric titans and save humanity.

I don't understand why everyone is against me joining the Survey Corps. No one is ready for the day the titans come to attack. I have to be the one who can pull it through. I'll be the hero, I'll put an end to all of the titans. That way no one will have to worry about them. The Survey Corps will finally be viewed as heroes again. Everyone will love them just like how they used to. I'll make sure it happens.

My gaze falls to the sticks all over the ground. "Help me pick these up. . .," I order Mikasa. She might as well help me, I mean, she is the one that made them all askew to begin with.

"There isn't enough to bother," she points out, despite already crouching down and helping pick them up again.

Information We Can Share So Far:

About the Walls (1)

Humanity lives within three walls.

The outermost is Wall Maria.

The second, Wall Rose.

The innermost is Wall Sina.

About the Walls (2)

Distance between each is roughly the same.

100km separate Maria and Rose.

130km separate Rose and Sina.

From Sina to the center is 250km.

Mikasa and I make our way up the long stone staircase to our house. I've been living here for as long as I can remember. She's carrying far more sticks than I am, although I'm not willing to argue. She's the one that spilt all of them. She can carry them. I open the door to the house and announce our return with a simple, "Back."

Mom and Dad are both here – that's a shocker. Usually Mom is outside doing laundry or hosting conversations with the neighbors. Dad often makes house visits all over Zhiganshina, and sometimes even in Trost or other places. Not only that, but he attends so many business meetings. He never really talks about them, either.

Various animals are hung from their legs, from rabbits to geese. They are hung right in front of the windows. Mom's doing dishes right near them and Dad is filling out some paperwork at the dinner table. I can't tell what they're about.

"Welcome home," says Mom as she turns around, dishes in her hands. Dad turns around to see us.

Mikasa heads to the kitchen portion of the house and begins her chores. She's pumping water which I am guessing is for dinner. I flip open the firewood box lid and lift the wooden pack frame onto the edge of the box. I undo the ropes and tilt the pack forward, hundreds of sticks flying in the container. Mom fiddles with her apron as she comes to me.

"Oh, Eren!" she exclaims, leaning forward. "You actually worked hard for a change."

Looking off to the side, I respond with, "Yeah. . ." The moment I blink I can feel a hard pinch at my ear. I cover it with my hand to shield further pain and look to my mom. "What?"

"Your ears turned red," she says. A smile forms on her lips as she leans back up. "That means you're lying. Mikasa helped you, didn't she?"

"Huh? Are you going somewhere, Dad? Work?"

It's dinner time at last. Mikasa sits at the head of the table, and Dad and I sit on the side closest to the door. Him and Mom are the only ones not eating. Mom is cleaning the dish she already ate from and Dad is packing away his belongings in his bag. He didn't touch his food at all. Steam is still seeping from it.

"Yes, I'm going inland to see patients," he explains. "Probably for two or three days."

"Eren said he wants to join the Survey Corps."

For a second, the entire world goes quiet. For a second, I thought my life was over with. Mom stops whatever she was doing and quickly turns to me, her hair flying in the process. Dad lifts his head up in response. Mikasa just examines the table as if she's never seen it before.

I drop my plate and spoon on the table in frustration. "M-Mikasa, I told you not to tell them!" I snap at her.

"Eren!" barks my mom as she makes her way toward me. I know I'm in trouble now. When she has to quit what she's doing to fuss at you, you know you have messed up big time. She places her hands firm on my shoulders, leaning so close to me I had to lean a little away. "What are you thinking? Do you know how many people have died outside the walls?"

"I do!" I return. Of course I know. I've seen it, well, the aftermath of it. I've seen what it's done to soldiers, to people, to men and women. I've seen what it's done to their families. I'm well aware of the consequences and that makes me want to do it more.

"In that case. . ."

"Eren. . ." We both cease the argument and turn our attention to Dad. "Why do you want to go outside?"

I'm shocked he wanted to hear me out, given Mom's reaction. "I want to know what it's like out there. I don't want to spend my life inside the walls, not knowing anything! Also. . . If no one carries on their work, all the casualties till now will have been in vain!"

Dad lifts his head up, his glasses shimmering in the sunlight. Then, "I see. The ship is waiting. I'll be going now." He arises from his chair and makes his way to the front door. He slips on his coat, the one that had been resting on the rack in the corner, as well as his fedora.

"Wait. . .," Mom calls out as she chases him to the door. "You need to talk to Eren!"

"Karla," he tells her, "human curiosity is not something you can restrain with a lecture. Eren. . .When I get back, I'll show you what I've kept a secret in the basement all this time." He lifts up the key that dangles from his chest.

I'm excited now, especially knowing that Dad is on my side more than Mom is. "R-Really?" I ask him. I examine the key in his hand that's held together by a brown string. It's golden, with the bow resembling a diamond shape and having spheres at each end. The bit reminds me of a crown. He snatches it and tucks it away.

~~~

"Bye!"

I wave to Dad but he won't see me. His back is turned to me and he's descending the same steps we go up and down each day. When he's out of earshot, Mom talks to me.

"I won't let you." She holds her hands together at her stomach all neat and pristine. "Joining the Survey Corps? Don't be stupid."

I swivel to her and throw my hands out. 'Huh? Stupid?! I think people who're fine being cattle are way more stupid!" That's when I ran off down a path between to houses. That's when I heard my mom scream my name, but I don't stop running. I'm not listening to someone who can't bother seeing my point of view.

~~~

Karla bends over and rests her hands on my shoulders. She knits her brows together. The years of worrying for Eren's well being portrays in her face in the form of wrinkles. I have doubts she has gotten a single good night's rest since she has had him. No, I don't want to be rude to Eren. He means well, I know that, it just does not always come off as such.

"Mikasa, sometimes he doesn't think things through." Her voice is full of concern for her son, yet she sustains a stern voice. I am envious of her for that. "When you're in trouble, you must help one another."

"Okay."

~~~

"What's wrong, heretic? If you don't like it, hit back!"

I'm pushed into the wall of some person's house like I am a rag doll. My cheek burns from being punched. I wrap my fingers around the bullies arm. There isn't enough strength in my body to fight back. I'm not a fighter, not like Eren and Mikasa. I wish they were here. Tears form in my eyes from frustration.

"No way," I tell him. "That would put me on your level!"

"What?"

Got him. "You know what I said is true. That's why you're hitting me instead of arguing. Doesn't that admit I win?" This earns me three stumped bullies. Whether or not they understand what I'm saying, they have stopped hitting me and throwing me around.

"Shut your damned mouth!"

"Stop it!"

All four of us turn to the source of the voice. Eren is running at full speed from the road with a look that reads, "I'm gonna kill you all!" That alone sends shivers down my spine. He's the last guy I want to pick a fight with. . .

"That's Eren!"

"The fool's back."

"He wants to get his ass kicked?"

"Let's give him what he wants!"

Just then, Mikasa appears into view right behind at Eren. She appears scarier than he does! That's something I would see in my worst nightmares.

"M-Mikasa's here, too!"

"N-No. . .Let's get out of here!"

The three bullies run off in the opposite direction. Eren arrives out of breath yet with a smile on his face. He's sweating from running such a short distance. "They ran away when they saw me!" he exclaims, the short victory sending dopamine hits in his brain.

Time to ruin his happiness. "No, they ran when they saw Mikasa," I inform him. Mikasa stops behind Eren as if she was on a nice little afternoon stroll. I go to stand up but I immediately fall right back down. "Ouch!"

"Hey, are you okay, Armin?" Eren extends his hand out to help me up in front of my face. This small gesture makes me feel so worthless. No matter what he's here to fight off the bullies, and I'm always the victim. I feel weak. No, I am weak. I'm an easy target for the bullies and Eren and Mikasa believe I'm someone who constantly needs saving. Seeing his hand reminds me of that fact, something that will continue to haunt me for years to come unless I do something about it. "I can stand on my own."

"All right. . ."

~~~

"So I said that humanity should go out into the world someday. And they hit me and called me a heretic."

"Damn it."

The three of us are sitting at the edge of the stream that goes through the town. We come here often to get some peace and quiet. Today, peace doesn't even exist in my vocabulary. I'm pissed off at those three bullies. Why can't they just leave us alone? Why can't they leave Armin alone? Don't they have better things to be doing than terrorizing him? I throw a rock into the water and watch as the water ripples.

"Why does everyone act like you're going crazy if you want to go outside?" I ask, placing my arm on my upright knee. The other leg dangles off a ledge.

"Because staying within the walls has brought peace for a hundred years," explains Armin. "They're afraid that if many of us venture out, we'll risk letting them in. So the royal government declared any interest in the outside world taboo."

I look back at the water, furrowing my eyebrows. "That's our lives we're risking, so it's our business!" I tell him. No, I tell the world.

"You can't." The two of us turn to Mikasa. "No."

The events from my house spring up to mind again. Mom yelling. Dad leaving. "Come to think of it, why did you tell my parents?" I ask her.

"I don't remember ever saying I'd help," she says, making me angry again. She should be on my side, she should be helping me.

"H-How did it go?" questions Armin, leaning toward me with his arms folded on his legs. He wants to break the tension.

"Well. . . They weren't happy," I explain. That's a given.

Armin lowers his head with a soft sight. "I bet," he responds. The wind picks up once more, throwing leaves and dust and rubble around. "But you're right. I wonder about those who think staying inside the walls will protect us forever. Just because the walls haven't been breached in a hundred years doesn't mean they won't be breached today. . .

Just then, a single strike of yellow lightning struck Wall Maria. Thousands of branches form and sprout from the main strike. The world goes dark for a handful of seconds, the lightning serving as the only light source. It's so powerful we lose our sense of balance and tumble to the ground.

Silence.

"What?" Armin asks aloud. None of us have an explanation for that.

"An explosion?" I wonder, turning to see where the lightning struck.

"Over there!"

"I think something fell from the sky!"

Armin runs off in the direction two men went in. I call out his name, but it's no use. He won't listen now. I rush after him with Mikasa taking the back. When I finally catch up to him, he's in the same state as everyone else. They're all staring up at Wall Maria in shock. Everyone is gathered in an attempt to figure out what is happening.

I come to a stop next to Armin, examining his worried features. "What's wrong? What can you see?"

That's when I see it. A hand of pure muscle grips the top edge of Wall Maria. It doesn't have any skin on it. It's got a death grip on the stone while a trail of smoke comes from behind it. The hand is huge. . .there's no way this is a normal titan, right? Can one really be that big, if the hand can reach over the wall? There's no way. Everyone says that the walls are tall enough to block out all the Titans. It can't just go over the wall.

"No way. . .," shouts Armin. He's thinking the same thing I am. "That wall is fifty meters tall!"

"It's one of them. . .A Titan!" I shout.

The titan rises from the other side of the wall. It's face is pure muscle, just like its hand. Hundreds of teeth poke out from its cheeks. Steam escapes its face from multiple points. Is it melting or something?

I'm not too sure what happened. One minute we were all staring at the titan, and the next everyone is running and screaming. Pieces of buildings fly through the air as more smoke rises in the town. Those pieces form mini explosions as they collide with the ground from all the force. Then, the titan was gone.

"It broke. . ." Armin's on his knees now. "A hole in the wall. . ."

Titans. I can see them now. They're in my town. They're in Zhiganshina. Everyone's running from them, grabbing their loved ones and screaming. They're all afraid. Armin's yelling at me but I can't hear him. I can't stand here.

My house. My house is that way. They're all running away from my house. "My house is over there. . .My mom!"

I run as fast as I can to the direction of my house. A guy with a paper boy cap slams into my side but I keep going. I don't care who I run into, I just have to get to my house. My mom is still in there. I need to save her! We need to get to safety. My legs run on their own at this point. All of the adrenaline makes them numb.

Someone got crushed by a rock. A father, most likely. A mother and a young child hold onto the remains while sobbing. I can't help but to watch, but that means nothing hit my house. Once I turn that corner, my house will still be there!

"Mom!"

My house is destroyed. There's hardly anything left of it. The whole thing is crushed by a rubble. My mom lays in the middle of all of it. Mikasa and I run to her as she calls out my name. Thank fuck she's still alive. I tell Mikasa to grab the other side of the wood so we can get her out. I grab hold of it and pull with all my might. Mikasa does the same. We both pull and pull with everything that we have, with every ounce of strength I can muster.

Loud pounding footsteps echoes in the distance. I stop pulling to see where it's coming from. To my left, Titans walk through the same roads I did and have been my whole life. They're on the hunt for humans, destroying all that's left in their paths. One is making its way straight for my house. For us.

"Hurry up, Mikasa!"

"I know."

We begin pulling again, and Mom starts talking. "The Titans are inside, aren't they? Eren, take Mikasa and run! Now!'

I keep on pulling. I can't leave her behind like this. No, we will make it out of here. Alive. Together. My hands are bloodied from lifting such heavy material, but my fingers are dug into it. We're getting close! "I want to run!" I shout at her. "So hurry and get out of there!"

"My legs were crushed by the rubble," she says. "Even if I get out, I can't run. You understand, don't you?"

I stare at her as tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. Has she lost it?! She's spouting nonsense! "Then I'll carry you!"

There's tears in her eyes, too. She yells right back at me, "Why do you never listen to me?! At least listen this one last time! Mikasa! If you don't go, all three of us will. . ."

Mom cuts herself off when the sound of wires make a presence. The sun shines beams of light on her face. She's covered in dirt, sweat, and tears as she calls out a name, a name we all know well. Hannes jumps down behind us and recoils the wire from his gear. He slips a handle away in his jacket and heads our way.

"Take the children and run!" she tells Hannes, as if we can't hear her. We're not even two feet away from her. Mikasa and I keep pulling at the board that entraps her.

"Don't underestimate me, Karla," Hannes says, lowering his upper body to get to Mom's eye level. "I'll defeat the Titan, and save you all!"

Hannes sits upright and takes a few steps. The steps turn into a jog, then a run, as he unsheathes his swords. He leaves to handle the Titan while Mom is begging for him to not try. But it's no use. Hannes is a stubborn man, even when he knows others are right and he's wrong. I hate that about him. Just admit you're wrong and move on!

Someone's lifting me up from the rubble. It's Hannes. . .It's Hannes? Wait, why the hell is he back? He's supposed to be fighting the Titan! "Wait, Hannes! What are you doing?! My mom is still back there!"

Hannes has me on his shoulder, Mikasa tucked under the other arm, running off. I can't believe him. How can he leave my mom like that? I can see her, she's still under the rumble. If I could have five more minutes I could get her out of there! I reach out for her, as if she could grab my hand from this distance.

Mom reaches her hand back out to me. She's calling out our names, then, "You must survive!" She recoils her hand and clasps it over her mouth. Tears stream down her cheeks like waterfalls. I want to be by her side, I want to tell her it'll be okay. That we'll all get out of here okay.

I squirm around to the point where I sit on Hannes' left shoulder. He won't let go of me no matter how much I move around. The Titan reaches my house and starts digging through the rubble. It's on the hunt for something like a dog searching for its prey. It puts two hands together and drags something out of it all, breaking wood and the leftovers of the house into even more pieces.

"STOOOOP!!" I shout at the Titan. The damned bastard has my mom. I want to go kill it. I want it to suffer. I w-

The Titan, restless of the kicking and punching, takes one hand to hold Mom and uses the other to grab the other end. It pulls at her until she no longer moves, until she's bent over like a kids toy. The Titan brings her to its mouth and bites into her, my own mother's blood spilling everywhere.

That day, humanity remembered. . .the terror of being ruled by them. The humiliation of being kept in a cage.

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Attack on Titan: The Novel (Directory)

What if Attack on Titan was written out like a novel? I decided to make it into one myself. I take apart each episode and type it up. I do NOT own Attack on Titan by any means, and this is purely for fun.

To You, 2,000 Years in the Future - The Fall of Zhiganshina (1)

Blood. A mouth. A windmill. Titans. Dolls. Dead bodies. A wasp. Someone being. . .lifted? With a straining gasp, my eyes fly wide op

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Strawberry Cheesecake (Erwin x Female!Reader)

»»——⍟——«« Author’s notes: Erwin x Female Reader (Modern AU) Erwin is a history teacher for a local high school, the best in the area. (Y/N) is a substitute teacher for the same prestigious school. »»——⍟——««

“Ah, I see that you’ve finally made it.”

The door to the café closes behind you, causing the bell to rattle and signal that someone had arrived. The smell of coffee and sweets consume you almost immediately. The day was drawing near a close, making the lighting that much better inside. Not only were there lights hanging from the ceiling to provide such a warm glow, but there were candles set on each table, all lit and flowing furiously in the breeze from the air conditioning. The ambience was enough to set anyone into a peaceful slumber.

Erwin Smith sits at a table a stone’s throw away to the door. A book is cracked open in front of him, to which he bookmarks and gently closes shut. His outfit matches the vibe of the café. He wears a long-sleeved white button up with a light brown vest overtop. His pants are khakis (when does he ever not wear khakis?) with dark brown dress shoes. His blond hair is perfectly swept to the side of his head – not a single hair is out of place.

“Am I late?” you ask, heading over to his table. He gestures to the open seat across from him for you to sit, to which you obliged and sat down. You tucked your dress beneath you to avoid sitting in the chair with your bare bum.

“Not at all,” he reassures you with a cheerful smile. A blush settles on his cheeks as he clears his throat. “You dressed lovely today, (Y/N). The dress matches perfectly with your eyes. I must say I am impressed with your style.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up from such a compliment. Erwin was never shy with his words and he always meant each one when it came to you. Sure, he could slip a lie with ease to others to get his way, however when you were the subject, he could never lie. He found it more difficult than scrubbing out a wine stain from a white shirt. Something about you made it hard for him to be untruthful toward you.

“Thank you!” you exclaim and set your hands in your lap. “You look handsome today, too. I’m not saying that because you just complimented me. You actually beat me to it. You correspond with the café in terms of colors! Like you were just meant to be here.”

Erwin lowers his head, although a smile spreads across his lips barely visible for you to see. “Your words are appreciated, (Y/N),” he says, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. “Now, what would you like to order? I hadn’t yet, as I wished to wait for you to arrive. This is what they have to offer.”

He hands you the menu to the café, which is only one page front and back. You were surprised that they listed so many items. They offer all sorts of things, such as different kinds of tea, coffee, sandwiches, and desserts. Images coincide with the most famous items every now and then. By title alone all of them sounded delicious.

A waiter comes over with a notepad and pen in hand. He wears a white dress shirt with a black apron. A name tag occupies the right corner of the apron reading “Walter”. He has his light brown hair in a mess but his emerald green eyes sparkle with delight. He’s happy to work there! It serves as a breath of fresh air to see a worker who is not grumpy or counting down the minutes to go home.

“How may I serve you two today?” he asks, his voice as sweet as honey. He held up the pad and clicked the pen to take our order.

“I would like to get a green tea and strawberry cheesecake, please,” says Erwin while intertwining his fingers together and crossing his legs. It seems like he just proposed a big idea during a business meeting.

Walter nods along and scribbles his order onto the pad. “Yes, sir,” he answers. He lifts his head up to look at me. “And you, miss?”

“Ah, may I please get a. . .coffee? Sweetened, and I’d like to have a strawberry cheesecake slice, as well.” You smile up at him and slid the menu to the edge of the table for him to pick up.

The young boy writes the order beneath Erwin’s in shorthand you couldn’t possibly decipher. “Of course,” he hums. “Right away.” With that, he walks off to the bar to get to work. His hands move diligently throughout the surface, weaving in and out of machinery and dining ware.

“That boy there, the one who waited on us,” starts Erwin, his gaze fixated on Walter, “he’s a student of mine at the institution I teach. He is the hardest of workers and comes out at the top of the class every time. Not once have I not been amazed by his incredible talents.”

You take another look at Walter and hope he doesn’t catch the two of you gawking at him. He appears to not have a care in the world of who was watching him. His attention is consumed by his work and his work only. You, too, are impressed by this. No wonder Erwin provides him so big of praise.

“That’s fantastic,” you respond to Erwin, your gaze shifting to him. His smile is warming like a nice fireplace lit up in beautiful flames. His smile floored you every time you were granted the opportunity to see it. “I’m glad you have such a star pupil. I’m sure he reminds you of when you were younger, no? Weren’t you quite academically gifted, Erwin?”

He lets out a small chuckle. “Oh, you are spot-on as always,” he coos. “Yes, back in my day, I was at the top of the class. My grades were damn near perfect for every course, for each test and quiz and homework assignment. I made it my goal to come out at the top. Achieving that goal, I learned that my place was in the education department, and enrolled in university to become a professor. Now I teach history to high school students, my goal now extending to light that same passion, that same desire I possessed in my years in the students.”

This is the first time you hear about this. You had pondered before what drove him to be an educator, however didn’t push for such information to be brought to you. After all, it wasn’t your place to ask. He was your superior, meaning his life did not have to be spilled to you. The more you two got close, however, the more he began to tell you bits and pieces of his life. Hearing him talk so passionately about his career sparked a flame in your heart. No one cared that much about such a job, but then there is Erwin Smith.

“Dear, I’m sorry, was that too boring?” questions Erwin, resting his chin into his palm. “I humbly apologize, I tend to go on small tangents like that, and I’m afraid I end up going on for far too long.”

You shake your head and straighten your posture. “No, no! Not at all, I was just processing it all and taking it in. Thank you for telling me. I think it’s amazing what you’re doing and your reasoning makes it all the better. There needs to be more people like you, Erwin.”

A smile spreads across his face once more. He reaches out and takes your hand gently in his. He raises it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Thank you,” he whispers. “Hearing that truly made my day.”

“One coffee for the mistress, one tea for the gentleman, and two strawberry cheesecakes!” Walter interrupts the moment, causing Erwin to let go of your hand, as the waiter sets down the two mugs and plates. “Enjoy!”

The both of you thank Walter as he leaves you to be. The aroma of the sweets and drinks are heavenly. Is this truly Heaven? Everything is far too perfect – the ambience, the aromas, Erwin, the- Nevermind. Continuing.

“How has the school system been treating you, (Y/N)?” Erwin questions you as he brings the cup to his lips. He takes a long sip as his eyes gaze into yours.

You wrap your fingers around the white mug you had been given that held your coffee. “The administration has been treating me well,” you explain to him. “I have yet to have any issues, so that’s good. The students aren’t that bad, either. They don’t act out when I take over and I can’t have any complaints about that.”

“Magnificent,” replies Erwin. He sets the cup down gently on the table. “If you do run into anything, please make sure to alert me immediately. I will take care of it right away.”

“I do appreciate it, Erwin,” you say. “But how about we move away from the school talk? How about something like. . .hobbies? What are your hobbies?”

The cake sitting in front of you is too enticing. The urge to resist finally whittled down and you picked up the fork. You dug into the dessert as Erwin began speaking, to which you tried to pay attention to but goddamn was this cake amazing.

“Traveling,” he begins. “ I have been to many countries before all over the world. My ultimate goal in life is to have explored every square inch of the Earth. I yearn to live in different areas to see the landscapes and to learn about the culture there.”

Erwin pulls his plate of strawberry cheesecake closer to him. He digs his fork into the sweet and takes it into his mouth. Humming, he covers his mouth with the back of his hand as he chews. His eyebrows furrowed together at the bridge of his nose as a smile returned to his lips.

You tell him about your hobbies while gesturing with your hands. Erwin listens to you speak and takes in each word you spill. He consumes his cake and drinks his green tea while doing so. He enjoys listening to your little monologues of your special interests. Whatever you are interested in, so is he, despite not completely understanding all the time. However, that was not going to stop him from learning about what makes you happy.

The two of you discuss similar things to hobbies, such as what one does in their free time and what is an ideal day for them. The conversation on no account dwindles in excitement. You both are able to keep it going with follow-up questions and what-if scenarios. Not long after did the pair of you finish your desserts and drinks. This café certainly made you to keep a mental note to revisit at a later date.

Suddenly, Erwin’s phone began to buzz in his pocket. He pulls it out and reads the interface, a swear soon leaving his lips. “It’s a colleague,” he announces. “It seems that there are a handful of students facing detention and no one can supervise them. I am the only one in the vicinity. I hate to leave you at a time like this, but someone must look after the kids.”

You rise to your feet and shake your head. “It’s alright,” you tell him. “It’s about time I get going home, anyway. It’s getting late. Thank you so much for this experience, I had a pleasant time.” Erwin arises and tucks in his chair to the table. He places his finger beneath your chin to lift up your head, Your gaze meets his when he presses his lips against yours. For a second, you could believe this was Heaven. That you had passed and this is the afterlife. He takes a step back and smiles warmly at you.

“I had a fantastic time, (Y/N),” he admits, holding his hand out for you to take. “I hope to do this again with you. Perhaps we can come again next week. I would love to have the strawberry cheesecake again. How about I walk you home before I go?”

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All You Get

Anime: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Word Count: 477

Warning(s): 18+, exhibition, teasing

You have been away from home as usual. Being a pro hero took a large amount of both your and Bakugo’s times. Neither of you had much free time. Since you two had different schedules, it proved to be difficult to find a way to be together for more than five seconds. This means that you guys had no room for doing any “fun” activities.

The door is locked when you arrive at the apartment. You take out the key and slip it in. With a twist to the door knob, you push open the door and step inside. The living room is quiet, although you can hear shuffling in the bedroom.

“Katsuki?” you call out. “Are you home?

You make your way toward the bedroom. A part of you tells you to ready yourself in the scenario where an intruder has broken in. The other part reassures you that it is only your husband.

Looks like the second part of you was correct.

Bakugo has seated himself in the middle of the bed. He holds the seams of his black tank top in between his teeth, right where a smirk begins to form. His pants and briefs are lowered just enough to let his cock breathe. He pumps it with his hand, the back of it having veins popping out.

“Welcome home, teddy bear.”

The way his voice growled made your heart flutter. The sight before you was enough to send you to the moon. His tone did not soothe the many butterflies in your stomach, nor ease the tightness in your abdomen.

You want him badly. There is no denying it. You have been waiting for an oppurtinity to do something naughty with him for the longest of times. Seeing him take the first step, as if reading your mind, took you by surprise, but you are most definitely not complaining.

You walk over to the bed as you grin. You can’t help yourself. The excitement is taking your body piece by piece. First it was your legs, then your lips, and now you can feel you arms extending to take control of the situation.

“Not so fast,” he tells you. “I didn’t say you could do anything, did I?”

He got you. He enjoys guiding you -- more like commanding -- in sex. He likes the feeling of being in control, and especially of you. He wants you all to himself. That means taking over as well.

He laughs when he spots the disappointment in your face. He wipes a bit of precum off his tip and smears it along your lips. He watches as his thumb glides on your pretty pink lips.

“This’s all you’re getting, teddy bear,” says Bakugo. He leans back in bed, his hand continuing its job of moving up and down. “You’re going to have to earn the rest of it.”

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riding him until he passes out

character: todoroki shouto. genre: SMUT. warnings: 18+. submissive!shouto. dominant!reader. cursing. riding. praising. overstimulation.

anonymous said: I want to ride Shoto until he passes out from pleasure (I know I’m on anon but I still get embarrassed typing these kinds of things)

author’s note: me too anon, tf. what’d i give to saddle and ride him until the sun rises. as always, smut under the cut, and a quick reminder that i’m temporarily leaving my inbox open for spicy requests right now!

todoroki shouto

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Ahhh, to be in that position...

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Car Sex

Iwaizumi x f!reader

A/n: Ok I finally got my shit together for the 200 event! (Jas'sKrazy🍽Kitchen) Sorry for taking so long oof >.<

Winning ingredient categories were Daddy/Iwaizumi/car sex/yn as princess/ & frustrated and teasing tied! (So I did a mix of both, let me know if I hit the mark!🥰)

Wc: 1,455

Tags/tw: Daddy kink, public sex/exhibitionism, teasing, praise kink, (kind of) marking, rough sex (lemme know if i missed any)

Iwaizumi stiffened as a dainty hand slipped into his lap, palming the inside of his thigh.

“[Y/n], I’m driving. Just wait, we’re almost home.” He sighed.

“I don’t feel like it.” You reply plaintively, tracing higher, running your fingers over the crotch of his jeans, looking for a reaction.

His voice was soft, but you could hear the warning underneath that gentle tone and it lit a spark inside you.

“Is that really how you’re gonna play this Princess?”

The pet name sent a thrill down your spine; you’d gotten under his skin. You hum innocently, giving his growing erection a calculated squeeze.

“Fine.”

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This definitely got me feeling some kind of way >.>

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homies !

did you guys know i love kazuichi? well i do! here’s a confession imagine with kazuichi and his male!crush <33 enjoys boys!! and, yes, i’m working on requests i swear! 

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This was the sweetest thing I’ve ever read! I got some serious butterflies after it <3

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(Not So) Busy with Work

Anime: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 923

Warning(s): 18+, riding

The clock on your phone read 8:45 PM. You laid in bed, limbs spread out across the sheets. You were a far cry from being tired, exhaustion had yet to hit you. That wasn’t what was bothering you. In all fairness, you were a night owl. You could stay up late in the night with not a single problem -- unless you had to get up early the following morning. If you did, then you would be falling asleep at your desk within the first few minutes of class

You sat up in bed and gazed over at your boyfriend at the other side of the room. He sat at his horigotatsu, a Japanese table where you sit on the floor instead of a chair. There wasn’t a single inch of the table that wasn’t covered. He had textbooks and pieces of papers fanned out. Even organized the horigotatsu was nevertheless submerged.

That was what was bothering you. You didn’t have Todoroki’s arms around you, holding you close and relaxing. You two weren’t watching TV or reading books. As a UA student, Todoroki was often busy with school work, whether that included studying or training. It was understandable. UA is the most prestigious school in all of Japan, not to mention the number one hero school. You had to cut him some slack, but at the same time you were feeling oddly needy.

You felt that all too familiar warm tingling in your stomach. You pushed your thighs together as you continued staring at him, wondering if you should go over and bother him.

Of course you were going to bother him. It didn’t take you long to figure that out.

You slid off the bed and stepped toward Todoroki. You grabbed his wrists and brought them over his head. Before he could ask you what you were up to this time, you seated yourself in his lap. You let go of his wrists and kissed his neck.

Todoroki closed his mouth and let out a small whimper. He needed a break from his work, the both of you knew that, however there was far too much work to merely sign it off and have the tomorrow Todoroki worry about it. He reached over your waist and continued filling out a worksheet. His eyes were fixated on the paper full of ink and pencil marks.

Seeing him work around you, as if you weren’t there, made you pout. You knew in that moment that you weren’t going to get any attention until he was finished. He often worked himself to sleep, so why not push him to the edge?

You outstretch your hand to Todoroki’s crotch. This earned you a small gasp. He quickly caught on to what you were doing, although he kept working. You unbuttoned his pants and slid them down just enough to reveal his cock through his underwear. He was already hard and throbbing. 

“My, my, Shoto,” you cooed. “You’re ignoring me, even though you’re so needy. Naughty boy.”

The silence served as your answer. You had to congratulate him -- he hadn’t made any moves toward you. He was determined to make it stay that way. His work was his number one priority, with you as a close second.

You pulled down his boxers, causing his dick to spring out. You chuckled at the sight below you. You removed the entirety of your clothing and tossed it to the side. Reaching down once again, you pushed him inside of you.

Todoroki widened his eyes and grabbed your waist with his free hand. He certainly wasn’t expecting for you to start so soon. He glanced up at you, only to see you smirk. You wanted this. You wanted Todoroki to cave in and submit himself to you.

While Todoroki stared at you, you stared back at him. He held onto his muscular shoulders for support as you began to move your hips. You started with a grinding motion, going back and forth in his lap. The both of you let out small whimpers and whines.

A minute of grinding later, you switched into bouncing. You brought your hips up and down over and over again. Your grip on Todoroki’s shoulders tightened, and his grip on your waist tightened as well. You remained eye contact with him as you bounced.

Pleasure blossomed from your stomach and throughout your body. The same warm tingling sensation returned, and it was much stronger this time. The addicting feelings fueled your actions further.

The boy below you felt the same way. His mind reached a total blank as his stomach knotted. He dropped his pencil and gripped your waist with both hands. He watched you as his gray and turquoise eyes glossed over with lust. His dick throbbed against your walls.

Suddenly, the sensations hit you like a truck. They were much stronger now than how they were seconds ago. You moaned louder at the odd feelings. You lowered your head as you quickened your pace. Without warning, you clenched around Todoroki as you experienced your orgasm. Your head went from resting on Todoroki’s chest to being tossed back behind your spine.

To Todoroki, it felt as though you were attempting to milk him dry. He clenched his teeth, groans and moans escaping them still. He thrusted up inside of you, hitting your weakest of spots, as he covered them with his semen.

Going through your high, you look down at Todoroki. You asked, a grin plastered across your face, “Ready for round two?”

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Insomnia - Denki Kaminari x Reader

“Were you just masturbating?” / “U-uh…no, I was just..” / “Want some help?” (47, 48, 49) & “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” (2) [from the smut prompt list!]

A/N: This just kinda evolved into a whole fic somehow, but I’m actually okay with that. Hope my requesting anon and all my darling enjoy some sparky boi action! <3

Warnings: smut obvi

Word Count: 2.3k

You groaned as you ran your hands down your face, your eyes peaking from between your fingers to read the time on your clock; 1:06 a.m. You had the worst case of insomnia and there was no chance of you getting to sleep anytime soon. You sighed as you threw back your covers, sitting up and reaching for your phone that was charging on your nightstand. You scrolled idly through your apps for a few minutes but it wasn’t keeping your attention.

You tossed it back on the nightstand, running a hand through your hair as your mind wandered, looking around your dark dorm room for something to occupy yourself. Nothing, there was absolutely nothing to do being stuck in your room this late. But as your eyes flicked back to your phone, an idea finally hit you—there was one person you knew would be up just as late as you, guaranteed. A smile crossed your lips as you hopped up, throwing one of your oversized hoodies over your tank top and sleep shorts before sneaking out of your room quietly.

It didn’t take long for you to creep along the halls and reach your eccentric friend’s room. You didn’t bother to knock, simply easing the door open silently and slipping in to Kaminari’s room. You loved hanging out with him in the middle of the night, but you loved sneaking up and scaring the poor man even more. You were well versed at this by now, shutting his door without a sound as you tiptoed towards his bed. Usually you would find him laid out on his stomach, hunting for memes on his phone to annoy the group chat with the next day.

You could see the vague outline of Kaminari in his bed as you crept up, planning to pounce on him while he was distracted. But as you got closer and your eyes adjusted to the darkness of his room, you realized the electric blonde was a bit more distracted than you had imagined. Your eyes went wide as you took in the sight before you—Kaminari was sprawled out on his back, eyes clenched shut as he fisted his cock and a groan escaped his throat.

“Oh fuck…” You muttered as you stood there frozen, you couldn’t take your eyes off him and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as you felt a rush of heat between your legs.

As soon as he had heard your voice, he jumped—his eyes darting to you with panic on his face as he tried to toss the blanket over himself to hide his actions. Your teeth worrying at your lip as the two of you continued to stare at each other.

“Were you just masturbating?!” You managed to blurt out as your eyes took in the way his cheeks flushed at your accusation.

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Too Much Wine

Anime: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Iwaizumi x Female Reader

Word Count:

Warning(s): Slight spoilers for the manga, 18+, eating out, drunk

The two of you were enjoying a nice glass of red wine. Today was your first year anniversary. Your wedding band sparkled under the light. Iwaizumi was not much for big parties, and to be honest, you weren’t either.

You both spent the day inside, watching all types of movies and enjoying all kinds of snacks. Iwaizumi’s high school volleyball time wrote down a list of all the movies you two should watch, so there was definitely a variety. There was an alien movie, a romance movie, and even a murdering girls volleyball team movie.

Near the end of the day, Iwaizumi popped open a wine bottle. He claimed that he received it from Oikawa, whom bought it while he was in Argentina, as an anniversary gift. You teased him by saying how it sounded as though him and Oikawa were the ones married. You received a chuckle and a middle finger as a response.

So, how does all of that end up in you laying in bed, Iwaizumi’s tongue flicking against your most private parts? Good question! Your husband had one too many glasses of red wine. He couldn’t help himself. The more he tasted it, the more he realized he was fond of it. Glass after glass went down the hatch. He reassured you each time that he would be fine, and that it was merely impossible for him to get drunk.

Liar.

You reach down to press Iwaizumi’s head against your pelvis. Moans escapes your lips, echoing throughout the bedroom. So far, Iwaizumi has been the best one in bed compared to all of your past lovers. The way he spoke, the way he moved, fuck the way he moved, everything was much better. There was no competition when it came down to your husband of one year.

Iwaizumi presses his tongue inside of your hole. He opens his mouth, his hot breath brushing against your clitoris. This sends shivers down your spine. Meanwhile, his big hands slither up the sides of your body to grasp your breasts. He squeezes them, the warmth of his hands against the cold air only made you moan more.

Something that fuels Iwaizumi was your moans. To him, it’s music to the ears. He can never get enough of your beautiful cries of pleasure. No matter what he craves for more. The same applies for this situation.

It isn’t long until you reach your orgasm. The once volleyball player could make you cum within seconds by merely looking at you. Your mewls fill the air, your body shaking against the bed. Your heart pounds inside your head.

You go to push Iwaizumi’s head away. The pleasure is far to overwhelming for you, and you require to catch your breath. The boy, however, has different plans. He looks up at you with the largest yet drunklike grin you have seen.

“I’m not done with you just yet, Princess,” he coos. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to his mouth. He bites on your most sensitive areas, extra sensitive now that you orgasmed. You knew you were going to be in for a long night.

Who needs sleep, anyway?

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day 20, nudes; denki.

a/n: kinktober day 20. possessiveness, jealousy, sexting, nudes, semi-exhibitionism, masturbation, uniform kink, male reader, lemon.

word count: 1.5k

It had all started because of a picture.

Just a simple, endearing photo of your kitten gnawing at your fingers–the one that Denki had brought home for you after you had mentioned feeling lonely at home, since you got back from work hours before he did. Being a pro hero, your boyfriend spent a great deal of time out of the house and away from your side, though even if he was absent a lot, he still found ways to keep you safe and secure back at his home. Not that you had really minded, though–you were poor your whole life and as adulthood hit, you found yourself absolutely drowning in debts. You hated to sound like a gold-digger, but your blossoming relationship with Denki had rid you of all of those worries–he liked providing for you, and making you feel cared for, and it was all in exchange for the love you didn’t ever mind giving to him.

Plus, some other things.

[ Delivered 9:55 – denki❤️ ]

cute!!! she’s just as spunky as you, baby. send me another pic?

You snapped another of your little ball of fluff, as she hopped off your lap and strutted along to go maul one of her toys in the next room–and the next text you received was practically immediate. He must have either been on a break, or had a dip of activity on his patrol…or he was at the office slacking off, which might’ve been the most likely outcome knowing him. 

[ Delivered 9:56 – denki ❤️ ]

i meant of you, cutie❤️ 

You smiled down at the screen, a blush tickling at the tips of your ears. Denki was always a flirt in high school, and liked to be attentive towards you whenever you spent time together…but you still weren’t used to how he spoke about you, like you were an angel that had descended from heaven to bless his life. You had even heard him slip up and call you his husband a few times, only to glance at you afterwards with that warm, embarrassed smile on his lips…and with those thoughts floating in your mind as you took a cheeky selfie, your fingers thrown up in a peace sign, you barely registered the buzzing of your phone until you were able to snap back to reality.

[ Delivered 9:58 – denki ❤️ ]

you’re adorable!! you’re my everything, you know that? i wanna just skip out on work and run home to you…i miss you in more ways than one, my prince.

You clutched your phone to your chest, for the moment blissfully unaware of what he was insinuating–until you got another message just a moment later, that was just an image attachment. And the second you clicked on it, you knew exactly what was running through Denki’s mind.

You recognized the fabric of his hero costume, just by the colour alone–and through it you could clearly see both his legs against what appeared to be the edge of a building, and the tent in his pants, straining and stiff already from the filthy thoughts that had undoubtedly been running through his mind. How he had gotten up to the top of a building already puzzled you, but you certainly knew the reason why, now–it would be the best place to do some unsavoury things without getting caught. 

[ Sent 10:00 – you ]

you’re such a perv, denki–what if you get caught up there??

[ Delivered 10:01 – denki ❤️ ]

you afraid of someone else seeing my dick? that’s so cute!!! don’t worry babe, this is all just for you. besides, nobody else can ride me like you do ❤️❤️

[ Delivered 10:02 – denki ❤️ ]

don’t be shy, cutie–why don’t you show your hero where you like to be touched?

You huffed, rolling your eyes at how much of a one-track mind your boyfriend could have. He could always find a way to get into your pants, even if he was nowhere near you–but you were quick to give in anyways, just as you always were. Tugging open the buttons on your shirt, you sent him a lazily-taken photo of your bare chest, before dropping your phone on the couch and awaiting his response–which only took what felt to be five seconds.

[ Delivered 10:04 – denki ❤️ ]

you’re such a tease, you know that?? bold of you to assume i won’t jack it to those pecs of yours, tho ;)

[ Sent 10:05 – you ]

pervert. now shut up and show me your dick.

[ Delivered 10:06 – denki ❤️ ]

scandalous!! people would drop a whole paycheck to see chargebolt’s glorious cock…and you get it all for free ❤️

You could practically hear his snickering from here. You knew Denki so well by this point, you knew all of the buttons you could push to get him bothered–but the same went both ways, and when your phone finally dinged with a new message, you were more eager than you wanted to admit to open the picture he had sent you.

Not only were his pants pushed aside to reveal what he hid underneath, but he had his hand gripped firmly around his shaft, precum already beading at the tip that was so flushed you could practically see it throbbing. A warmth was building in the pit of your stomach at such a lewd image, especially in a semi-public place–and with your hand on your belt buckle, you couldn’t deny how tight your own pants were starting to feel. 

[ Sent 10:08 – you ]

you’re cute. how long have you been hiding that today?

[ Delivered 10:09 – denki ❤️ ]

since i left this morning, after i saw how tight that ass of yours looks in your work pants.

[ Delivered 10:11 – denki ❤️ ]

i bet you have all the girls crawling all over you, don’t you? maybe i should leave some marks on you when i get home, so they’ll know you belong to me…

[ Sent 10:12 – you ]

why don’t you just fuck me hard enough that i have to call in sick, chargebolt?

Though he boasted a confident facade, you knew more than a few ways to get Denki to break and have him kneeling at your feet–considering he was all over you like a whore of babylon most of the time, it was fairly easy to get him off his pedestal. And calling him by his hero name, despite it being a bit cliche, was one of the quickest ways to do so. 

[ Delivered 10:14 – denki ❤️ ]

i’m gonna wreck you when i get home. 

[ Sent 10:15 – you ]

not if i jump on your dick first ❤️

[ Delivered 10:16 – denki ❤️ ]

you trying to make me ruin my pants, naughty boy?

[ Sent 10:18 – you ]

maybe. i don’t want anyone else getting the idea you’re available.

By the absence of an immediate text back, you knew he was probably jerking himself into a stupor–one of the other ways you knew he would come undone was seeing you jealous, which seemed to force him closer to an orgasm than anything else. Yanking open your belt buckle and tugging at your zipper, you reached underneath your boxers to grasp your hot, needy cock–and in a stroke of brilliance, you thought of a splendid way to get your boyfriend more hot and bothered than ever.

[ Sent 10:19 – you ]

but if i don’t see you soon, i might have to settle for some back-alley hero dick instead.

Switching to the video feature of your camera, you clicked the little red button on your phone–and cutting out your face to focus only on your lower half, you slowly pumped your dick underneath your clothes, letting slip a plethora of moans and mewls of his name under your breath. Your cheeks had grown warmer than ever, and despite putting on a bit of a show, you couldn’t help the occasional buck of your hips into your hand–and cutting it off at the most frustrating part, you ended the capture and sent the video off to your boyfriend, waiting in anticipation for it to finish loading. 

[ Delivered 10:23 – denki ❤️ ]

clothes off.

[ Sent 10:24: you ]

not my fault you can’t cum without seeing my dick. you’re whipped, chargebolt ❤️

[ Delivered 10:25 – denki ❤️ ]

you’re gonna change your tune when i’m six inches deep inside you, baby boy. i think you need to be taught a lesson. 

[ Delivered 10:26 – denki ❤️ ]

take your clothes off. i’m coming home right now. and if you cum before i get there, then you’ll be in for a spanking, mister. 

The mood always changed when Denki got jealous–because when he was in that mood, there was no stopping him. Usually, as you got frisky in the bedroom, you’d end up figuring out along the way who would be dominant and who wouldn’t, and sometimes you’d be both–but if Denki was feeling possessive, you would be put in your place and he wasn’t going to be gentle. As you got up from the couch and practically skipped towards your bedroom, your work uniform coming off along the way, you had a pretty reliable feeling that you were going to be calling in sick for the next couple days. 

And really, if it meant you got Denki’s attention all to yourself, then that was more than worth every bite, bruise, and hand-shaped mark you were sure to receive. 

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heart goes brr brr 0///0

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Write fanfiction guiltlessly. Do it not only because it’s good practice, not only because you don’t feel like putting your energy into original stuff, but because you do feel like putting your energy into fandom. Write fanfics of epic proportions or tiny one-shots; write fluff or angst or cliches or tropes; publish the roughest version or keep the twelfth draft for only yourself. Do it without feeling bad. You owe no one anything; the act of creation is a gift in and of itself, and it doesn’t matter if you’re creating fanfic or original stories or whatever else you want. All that matters is you enjoy it, because why else would you do it at the end of the day?

Write fanfiction guiltlessly.

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Preach!!

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Take What’s Mine

Anime: Obey Me!

Pairing: Mammon x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 929

Warnings: Neck biting, possessiveness, suggestive content

As the human exchange student at RAD -- Royal Academy of Diavolo -- you have gotten quite a bit of attention. It seems as if each time you pick your head up, a demon is staring at you. Some have the courage to wink at you, others develop a blush and turn away as if they were innocent. You have had your fair share of date requests, and that caused a certain demon to be possessive.

Whenever someone dared to ask you out, Mammon would jump on their case within seconds. He would tell them to scram, to get lost, and to never talk to you again. He had done this to your best friend, mistaking them as a love interest. You loved how protective Mammon was, but sometimes you wished he would calm down.

You walk to school alongside Asmodeus and Mammon. Mammon insisted tagging along, so he stepped by your side like a lost puppy. Asmodeus and you, meanwhile, chatted about the latest gossip in RAD.

“Nina told me that Adriel is going to bring flowers for you,” the Avatar of Lust whispers in your ear to avoid Mammon from freaking out. Nina is a close friend of Asmodeus’s, as well as one of his main sources of information. Adriel is your average demon, nothing stands out about him.

The news did not surprise you as much as it most likely should. To anybody else, this would be the biggest compliment. To you, this was every day life. In the beginning it was sweet, however now it’s nothing more than a drag.

“You’re kidding,” you tell Asmodeus. In response, he shakes his head. How were you going to tell this kid that you had eyes for someone else? Well, it wasn’t like he knows you do...

Mammon steps in between you two, shoving his hands into his pockets. “What are we discussing?” he asks, slipping his way into the conversation. “Gimme all the deets.”

Asmodeus couldn’t help but to giggle. “We’re talking about the latest drink trend, my dear brother,” he lies. The demon is, you have to admit, talented in lying. “I doubt this is a topic that would pique your interest.”

This results in the white-haired boy to pout. You can tell he looked forward to talking. So, you saved him. “How about we switch it up?” you suggest. “Tonight, let’s go to Majolish. The three of us. I just got my paycheck from Hell’s Kitchen.”

Asmodeus claps his hands together, laughing. “Sounds perfect!” he chirps. “I was flipping through their latest magazine and let’s just say I made a lot of circles.”

Mammon says, “Yeah, they came out with a new hoodie with BlacJak on it!” He does his signature grin. Both of them are excited at your idea, and seeing them like that makes you excited as well.

The three of you stride into the school. You scan the hallways in search for any of the brothers or the two angels. You do, although, find a face you were definitely not searching for.

Adriel approaches you, a nervous grin spreading across his lips. He holds his hands behind his back. “Hey, (Y/N),” he greets. “I, ah, got you these.” From behind his back he pulls out a bouquet of reaper’s gloom. Thanks to the Devildom being creepy beyond belief, you had to do research on what the flowers were there. You recognize the flower from one of the books Satan leant you.

This is just how Asmodeus told you. You look back at him for guidance, for anything, and he simply waves at you with a smile. You roll your eyes at his unhelpful help.

Sighing, you turn to Adriel. Here we go again. “Adriel, I’m sorry, b-”

“Step away from my human, got it?!”

Mammon moves in the space between you and Adriel. He changes from his human form into his demon form in a purple mist. His wingspan is wide enough to stop the other students from passing through, causing a crowd to form.

Adriel narrows his eyes at Mammon. He transforms into his own demon form. If one demon seems aggressive, then it’s game over. Demons are naturally intimidating and competitive. Was it the best of combinations? Not exactly. “They’re mine!” he yells. “What’s your deal, anyway? You hang out with them all the time, and you’re just friends, so why are you stopping them from being with somebody?!”

This caught Mammon off-guard. He froze, staring at the other demon. Then, growling, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the school. You two exited through the doors you entered mere minutes ago. There is something wrong with him, but what is it?

He pushes you against the wall, placing his hands on either side of your head. He furrows his brows. “I hate that!” he barks. “You’re mine, and mine only. I’m yer guide and no one else!”

Before you respond, you feel something sharp dig into your skin. It isn’t enough to make you scream or experience pain. It’s more of...pleasure. You avert your gaze downward to see Mammon’s hair, his face buried into your neck.

He grabs you by the shoulders to hold you in place. He leaves a trail of hickeys followed by kisses down your neck. “I don’t want ‘em thinkin’ your single anymore. I want ‘em to know you’re taken by the Avatar of Greed, because I take what’s mine!” He slips his hands under your shirt to hold your warm body. You two weren’t going to be back in school that day.

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Trust

Pairing: Denki x reader Word count: 323 Warnings: None Summary: You needed to find Denki, only he could keep you safe. 

You just couldn’t do this alone anymore. You needed someone to be with you right now, and not just anyone would do. Only your boyfriend would do. The stress was getting too much, and he was the only one you could trust. You felt your hands shake, you heard your heart pound in your ears.

Without any way of contacting him, you were left to run around in a blind panic. You couldn’t even use your voice to call for him. All you could do was hope you’d run into him somewhere. And that he was still alive.

Not too long after you started your search, a familiar yellow colour appeared in your vision. You ran straight for him, caution thrown to the wind. He took a step towards you as a silent acknowledgement. He couldn’t talk either, after all. He started walking, and you followed his lead, trusting him to keep you safe. Whoever was out there, murdering the others, he couldn’t get you if you were with Denki.

As the two of you were walking, the lights went out. You huddled closer to him, hoping that the murdered wouldn’t mess with you while it was the two of you. Denki started walking towards the room with the fuse box, and you followed him. Once there, you tore your eyes away from the familiar yellow, and focussed on fixing the light.

The next thing you saw was Denki, pulling a knife out of thin air and stabbing you.

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“Denki! How could you! I trusted you! I thought you’d never hurt me!” “Y/N, it’s just a game.” “I can’t believe you lied to me. I thought you loved me!” “Babe, I do love you! But the point of the game is kind of to murder everyone and win.” “I hate Among Us. How did I even let you convince me to play this game with you?” “Want to play another round?” “Yes.”

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My poor heart!!

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Below the Camera

Anime: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Kaminari x Male Reader

Word Count: 711

Warning(s): 18+, swearing

With the pandemic, your school has been virtual. You have to attend meetings nearly every day for your classes. You spend the majority of your time in front of the screen, listening to teachers go on and on as well as doing classwork.

Since all of your time is directed towards your computer, Kaminari feels as though he’s getting no attention anymore, that he isn’t your number one priority anymore. The poor boy has been moping around your room all day. He gives you the puppy dog eyes every chance he gets.

“I’m sorry, Kami,” you apologize, “but you know school is important to me.”

“I’m important, too, right?” he asks.

You glance at the clock. There are a couple of minutes before class starts. Sighing, you walk over to him and cup his chubby cheeks. “Yes, don’t ever think otherwise, okay?” you reassure him. You lean in to kiss him. “I love you.”

Kaminari’s cheeks heats against your palms. He kisses you back and nods. “I love you, too,” he mumbles, flustered.

You pull away and seat yourself at your desk. You open your laptop and open the Zoom link to your next class. As the meeting loads, you take out your notebook and pencil. You wish you could skip this as much as Kaminari, but attendance counts as a grade, thus you have to join.

This didn’t mean Kaminari couldn’t do anything to you, though.

A pair of hands rests on your legs, pushing them apart. A heavy blush settles on your cheeks as you snap your head down. There was your boyfriend, smirking at you from beneath the desk. He places a finger over his mouth to tell you to be quiet.

“Mr. (Y/L/N)?” your teacher calls out. “Is everything alright?”

A chill runs down your spine. Shit, you’re in a Zoom meeting! You’re required to have your camera on at all times as well as be muted. That meant you could make as many noises as you want, but you cannot show the pleasure.

You quickly unmute yourself and nod your head. “Yes, ma’am,” you reply. “I just...dropped something.”

The teacher nods, believing you. She begins the class as you press a button to cancel your end of the microphone. You let out a sigh of relief, which soon turned of pleasure.

During the short conversation with your instructor, Kaminari had successfully zipped open your pants and had your dick in his mouth. He holds onto it with both hands, sucking on the tip. His eyes are focused on your expressions. He wants to see you struggle to keep your posture in front of your entire class.

You mentally swear at him. Sure, you can cover up the looking down from earlier with dropping something, but what will you say next? “Sorry, teacher, but my boyfriend is sucking my dick.”? The risk of being caught makes your heart pump.

Kaminari closes his eyes to focus on giving you the best oral. He likes to think of himself as the “sex god”, as he was horny nearly every second of the day. He had watched a handful of videos on people giving others blowjobs so he could pleasure you a hundred percent. And, boy, was it working.

Picking up your pencil, you began writing notes. The gray lines are crooked and jagged. Words get misspelled, making you erase them and write them again. You cover your mouth with your hands to hide any moans that escapes your mouth.

The boy below you sucks you harder. His tongue swirls around your member. A curse word is muffled by your hand. Yet another shiver is sent down your spine. Before you know it, a knot forms in your stomach as it heats up. You’re close.

In desperation to activate the orgasm, you bring both of your hands down beneath the table. Entangling your shaking fingers with his fluffy hair, you shove his head down into your hips. A gag erupts from Kaminari’s throat. You lower your head, moaning loudly as you came inside his mouth.

The sensation is immaculate. Your entire body trembles, an overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins. Th-

“Mr. (Y/L/N)? Is everything alright?”

Eyes wide, you look up at your computer. You never truly muted yourself. Uh-oh...

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Introduction

Hey, hey, everyone! Since this blog is new (and so am I), I’m going to introduce myself in this blog! Enjoy!

Let’s get started with the basics. My name is Tyler! You can call me Ty or TyTy for short. I’m 19 years old, and go by he/him pronouns.

Kachow, done! Time to get a lil’ personal! I love to read, write, and draw. I’m not the best drawer, as I’ve been doing it for a few months. I’ve been writing, though, for...oh, god...uh...six years now? God, I’m getting old. Other than that, I play volleyball (yes, I played it before I watched Haikyuu!! shush) and video games!

This is going to be a writing blog. I’m going to post on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays at 8:30 pm EST (GMT -5)! It’s going to be about anime boys because...why not? We’re all horny for them.

Don’t be afraid to chat with me about anything! I’m always down for making friends. If you want to request a story idea for me to write about, feel free to tell me! I’d love to write a story for you!

That about wraps it up for this introductory. If you’ve read this far, then thank you, and have a great day/night!