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thedemisedroyal · 3 years

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Dangerous Betrayal | TVD/TO

The Vampire Diaries & The Originals

AU Story

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽!

• A U T H O R •

Elena felt very uncomfortable as Caroline walked away with Stefan on her arm, walking to the outside of the mansion to go dance. "I wanna apologize to you for being such a world-class jerk, the other night when I tried to kiss your sister. No doubt she didn't tell you, I wanted to apologize because I know I insulted you as well. I would have apologized to your sister but I can't seem to find her." Damon started off sincere, a glum look upon his face. Elena nodded, she was on guard a bit,"Yeah, she's back at the house. Jenna told her she wasn't to leave until she finished cleaning her room. She might show up later on though." The eldest Gilbert simply explained, Damon nodded, looking around the room before continuing.

"My therapist says I'm..sting out, trying to punish Stefan." Damon spoke, Elena furrowed her brows in confusion. "For what? And why go for Esme?" She was immensely confused by the man,"It's all in the past. I don't even want to bring it up. Let's just say that the men in the Salvatore family have been cursed with sibling rivalry." He pointed behind him to the registry," And it all started with the original Salvatore brothers."

"The Salvatore name is practically royalty in this town, until the war, there was a battle here—" Elena interrupted,"The Battle of Willow Creek." Damon muttered a 'right', letting Elena talk for the time being. "I know, we talked about it in class. Confederate soldiers fired on a church with civilians inside." Elena boringly told, she already knew such information.

Damon nodded,"What history books left out was the people that were killed...," Damon started to walk around Elena, and more towards the door. "they weren't there by accident. The are believed to be union sympathizers. So some of the founders on the confederacy side back then wanted them rounded up and burned alive." Elena follows right behind him, crossing her arms across her chest.

The raven haired man continued on with his history lesson, "Stefan and Damon had someone they loved very much in that church. And when they went to rescue them they were shot. Murdered in cold blood." He gulped, looking Elena, finally, in the eyes, he had a look of sorrow in his eyes. The brunette narrowed her eyes at the wall, in thought,"Who was in the church that they wanted to save?" She asked, Damon slightly shrugged,"A woman, I guess. But it was said in old tells that Damon had another woman he cared about in there, said to be his old best friend of his." He stopped for a moment,"But doesn't it always come down to the love of a woman?" He rhetorically asked, slighting smirking.

Elena took a deep breath,"Look, I'm sorry that you and Stefan have this thing between you but I can't get in the middle of it, Damon. Nor Esme. I just...I hope you two can work it out." The wilder Salvatore nodded,"I hope so too." He whispered, but she was still able to hear him.

Soon, the two made their way out, but, Damon stayed back for a little while, walking back to the registry. He had a sorrowful look upon his face as his thumb softly grazed the name that was written beneath Stefans. It spelled, in a beautiful cursive, Samatha Salvatore, Damon frowned a bit, his eyes getting a bit teary,"Little sister..."

• E S M E •

"Ooh, she lookin fine." The girl muttered to herself as she fixed her lipstick and hair in her hand mirror that Esme kept in her purse. The girl did in fact, looked very beautiful, wearing a long and flowing flower dress, colored a cyan/turquoise with pink and white flowers covering around it. It had a long slit in the middle to show off her long gorgeous legs but it was still appropriate looking.

She snapped her mirror closed, and put it away, fixing her straps of her dress and continuing her very long walk to the Lockwood Mansion. Slightly wobbly as her high heels got stuck in the grass, tripping on a rock here and there. "Why the fuck did I wear these damn heels. You fucking idiot!" She scolded herself, stomping her way to the mansion instead.

As she finally made it to the busy and full house her eyes wondered across the crowds of people. Unfortunately, she saw none of her friends nor family, so the brunette went to go explore the 'museum'. Jordan had felt this magnetic pull towards upstairs, so out of her instinct, she followed it.

Walking up the stairs to see the second floor was completely abandoned, not a single soul was up there. She then entered a room that held all the founder families's old things, like necklaces, journals, rings and more. The younger twin walked to the side that held the name Gilbert, but she ignored it as she was pulled to a black velvet box, something the girl didn't recognized.

Jordan picked it up, opening it to see a black and red ring. It was a pure black steel band, with dark blood red gems decorating it around the band. In the middle was a circle shaped, dark blood red gem in the middle, designed beautifully.

She took the ring out and placed the black velvet box back into the table. Her pointer finger slightly grazing across the detailed band, and final stopping at the big gem in the middle. Images flashing in her mind, first was a man, curly, dirty blonde hair, but his back was facing her, his hand folded behind his back. The next one was her mother, but her actual mother, the Firstbeing Queen, she had a sadistic smile upon her face, so similar to her own. Then finally, it was her, her eyes were completely black, with dark blood red patterned veins running down beneath her eyes, with hints of black.

Jordan gasped a bit as she was taken back to reality, she clutched the ring, calming herself. But she felt frightened by the ring, so she quickly grabbed the black box and put the ring back. Though she couldn't put it down as she heard someone coming her way, it sounded like Caroline and...Damon?

The Gilbert couldn't exactly tell what they were talking about, before she could think the two already made their way into the room. The girl swiftly turned around, hiding the box behind her back,"Oh hey Esme! Where have you been!" Caroline bubbly asked, Damon sent a soft smile towards the girl. Esme forced a smile,"Hey Care-Bear, sorry I'm late. I had to clean my room because Jenna told me I couldn't leave the house unless I did." Esme spoke happily, moving her hand to her purses back pocket, stuffing the box inside the pocket. It may have terrified her but maybe it had answers she so desperately needed.

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Esme rubbed her sisters back, trying to show her support as Elena was glum after her fight with Stefan. The two made their way to the bathroom to freshen up. "Hey." Elena and Caroline spoke to each other, but Caroline and Esme sent each other a genuine smile through the mirror.

Elena made her way for the mirror to touch up her makeup, but Esme went to the side to fix the straps on her high heels, something she kept tripping on. It was silent until the blonde spoke up,"So how are things with Stefan?" She questioned, Esme cringed a bit, knowing the fight between her sister and the younger Salvatore.

The younger twin watched her sister her a bit uncomfortable at the question, she plastered a obvious fake smile,"Great. Just great." Caroline quirked a brow,"Really? Well, my radar must be off cause...," The blonde bent down to watch her apply lipstick properly, without any smudges. " I was getting all sorts of other vibes." Elena took a big inhale, fixing her hair, but Esmes eyes were still on her best friend.

Spotting something unusual on her body,"What is that?" Esme questioned, walking towards the Forbes girl, Elena tok tied her head to the side, furrowing her brow in confusion. Caroline hummed, still applying lipstick, the. Standing up straight to face the younger daughter. Esme moved her hair, her hand going to her scarf where she saw something of of the ordinary, but Caroline pushed her hand away,"D-Don't." The blonde stuttered, making the twins even more suspicious.

Esme quickly pushed up her scarf when Caroline didn't notice, showing the two a massive bite mark on her neck,"Oh my god, Caroline! What happened." Elena asked, in fear and confusion. "Nothing, okay." Caroline defensively told, slightly backing away from twins. "That is not nothing! Did somebody hurt you?" Esme harshly spoke, already getting defensive of Caroline, someone had gruesomely hurt her.

"No, okay, it..." The Forbes paused for a moment? Skating her head,"Nothing, it just.." Esme packed up for a moment, connecting the dots,"My mom would kill me." Caroline went back to the mirror, slightly scared as she fixed her makeup again, to avoid conversation. But something caught her eye, the same thing she saw when she was fixing her shoe.

Esme pulled down Caroline knitted white jacket, showing another bite mark that looked more recent,"Did Damon hurt?" Esme asked, Elenas eyes widened,"Did Damon do this?" The elder twin asked again, Caroline slightly shook her head, pulling back up her jacket, quickly,"No! Of course not!" Caroline defended, Esme immediately went to pull back down the sweater but her arms were pushed away.

"Just leave me alone, okay, Esme? God." The Forbes yelled, that's when Esme knew this was serious. Caroline rarely ever, near impossible, that she got yelled at by the Forbes. The twins looked at the blonde in disbelief as Caroline stomped her way out of the bathroom. The twins locked eyes before Esme's face was filled with anger, and she followed Caroline's lead.

Elenas eyes widened, she knew that look of Esme's, she had that look thrown towards her before. "Esme! Stop!" She yelled after her younger sister, running after her. Though the girl paid no attention. As she walked to the outside where Damon was last seen, the lights flickering and things slightly shaking as she walked passed them.

Esme quickly walked down the steps, making her way to Damon, who was already facing towards her with a clear smirk on his face, Esme pushed him, harshly. "There is something seriously wrong with you. You stay away from Caroline or I will go straight to her mother, the sheriff. You got it? Say away from her." Esme defensively told the raven haired man, her eyes shining a neon scarlet red, but only for half a second. He quirked a brow, confusion running through his eyes. Esme walked off, rage soaring through her,"Bastard." She muttered, in the corner of her eyes she could see Elena walking away from her and towards the fountain.

***

Esme walked around the mansion for the fourth time, she couldn't find Caroline nor Damon, and she was starting to get worried. So she and Elena split up after her other altercation with Stefan, Esme searched thoroughly inside while Elena went outside. But it had been nearly twenty minutes already and she hadn't found Caroline, and she didn't see Elena anywhere. So, she made her way outside as well to find her older twin.

As she walked, she was able to see Elena holding Caroline in her arms, Esme was able to hear Caroline sob into her sisters shoulder. Elena turned around, feeling the presence of her sister, as she was right, the two locked eyes. Sending each other a saddened look, Elena then turned to lay her head against the sobbing Caroline's shoulder, trying to comfort.

Esme would have joined but her head started to ring, she turned her head a bit, holding the side of it. It stopped, but was replaced by voices, "Thank you for staying so late." A males voice, she furrowed a brow, straightening her stance as she looked around the empty grounds.

"Did you get the Gilbert watch?" A woman's voice then appeared, Esme immediately recognized it to be Sheriff Forbes, Caroline mom.

'What did they need the Gilbert watch for?' Jordan questioned in her own mind, she knew where the exact location of the watch was, with Jeremy, knowing about the fight Elena and him had about it. But she didn't see the purpose or the importance of the watch.

"She claims it's packed away in her parents things." Mrs. Lockwood, Jordan knew the bitch. She was the definition of two-faced. "I can get it." A males voice pitched in, but this time, she had no idea who he was. She didn't recognize his voice, it sounded familiar, yes. But, Jordan didn't exactly know who he was. "Good, we're gonna need it." Sheriff Forbes spoke again, there was a second of silence.

"You sure?" Mayor Lockwood questioned, with Sheriff Forbes responding,"Five bodies all drained of blood. I'm certain." Jordan felt her heart drop, they knew. "They've come back." The unknown man spoke again, Jordan felt her heart race. She has to find out what they know, and why they want that damn watch.

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kabura-maru · 4 years

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Here’s the first Kaise x Giyuu drabble I’ve done..! Honestly I love them sm haha might do her sis Hotaru and my beb Genya next idk... I promise x readers coming soon (>~<)

When a Blizzard Hits || Oc x Giyuu

With every step, the snow underfoot turned crimson. Every warm drop of blood created it’s own cavern, melting the snow away. The girl whose blood mingled with the snow staggered, her knees buckling and her legs eventually giving out beneath her.

Her hands collided with the frost in attempt to catch herself. The cold stung against her supple skin.

That’s all she could remember before her vision turned hazy and everything went dark.

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The woman woke in a dark room on a less-than-comfortable futon. Her whole body ached from exhaustion, pangs of protest shot through her when she tried to sit up. The room was empty and cold.

How did she get here?

A soft creak from one side of the room caught the girl’s attention, causing her gaze to quickly flit to the source. A face meekly peaked from the crack in the door. She recognized the black wisps of hair falling messily from his shoulders.

“Kaise?” The man murmured, breaking the silence in the quaint room.

His footfalls were virtually silent, though he sauntered to the woman’s side with purpose.

“Giyuu!” She croaked joyfully “what happened? Last I remember I had killed the demon...”

“I found you passed out in the snow. you were wounded pretty bad... The weather wouldn’t permit me to get much farther than here.” He explained

The room fell silent again, Kaise mulling over the words in her head. He had found her and carried her here... and her wounds—

The ombre haired woman’s hand darted to her side where she had sustained a nasty gash, only to be greeted by layers of bandages over the torn skin. Giyuu’s eyes followed her curiously, but he didn’t say a word. The bandages were placed haphazardly at best, likely from Giyuu patching her up himself.

The woman let herself lightly flop down onto the futon beneath her. She stole the occasional glance at the man before she spoke again.

“So, the weather must be bad. I can feel the chill right into my bones” she exclaimed, feigning a shiver for emphasis

The man nodded while shirking his Haori off his shoulders.

“It’s snowing heavily. People are saying it’s going to be a blizzard.” He replied, wrapping the petite girl in his clothes

She blushed at his gesture, pulling the cloth close while simultaneously admiring his figure. She had never seen him without the mismatched fabric draped over his shoulders. He looked.... nice.

“Giyuu?”

“Hm?”

“Are you cold?”

The man’s ocean blue eyes wandered before resting on Kaise’s own turquoise ones. Mischief glimmered in her eyes, though he didn’t recognize it as such. He only held the contact for so long before drooping to the floor coyly.

“A bit, but I don’t mind it. I know you get cold easier, Kaise.”

The Water Hashira’s words made Kaise’s heart flutter in her chest. She had never outright told him such a thing, yet he knew anyways. A blush warmed her cheeks before she could manage to think up a good reply. Instead, the woman sputtered “why don’t you get under the covers with me?”

Both of the tiny room’s occupants flushed a bright red, a shade akin to the blood Kaise had spilled in the snow earlier.

Giyuu made attempts to cover his face with his hands. He averted his gaze, though it occasionally flickered back to the woman. Kaise, however, made much less graceful attempt at hiding her blush. She buried her face deep into her pillow and refused to move.

Every second that passed felt like a silent eternity. How could she say something so stupid without thinking?

Suddenly, Kaise felt a light tug at the blankets that she gripped tight. Out of curiosity, she turned slightly to catch a glimpse of the origin, only to watch the raven haired figure slip under the covers next to her.

“Giyuu??” She breathed out, feeling the man tense up from her response

“Oh... I thought...” he mumbled, pulling away

Kaise quickly grabbed the man’s wrist that held the blankets, pulling him back.

“No, no..!” She protested, nestling closer to him “you’re just letting the cold air under the covers, thats all.”

Giyuu stayed silent, processing that Kaise wasn’t actually averse to him being under the covers with her. Her light grip tugged him down a bit more, causing him to realize he was still letting the warmth from under the blankets escape. He hastily pulled the blankets up as he settled in, though unsure what exactly to do with his arms and hands.

Kaise has shifted now, rolling over on her side so they faced each other. Measly inches away, neither could think clearly over the drowning sound of their hearts pounding relentlessly.

Giyuu couldn’t bring himself to look at Kaise, but he didn’t close his eyes either. He felt her staring intently at him, so he didn’t think it right to pretend to doze off.

The man felt the covers shift before icey fingers grazed past his skin. It sent a chill down his spine, though he actually didn’t mind the contact. His confused gaze finally met Kaise’s.

The girl realized her movements after acting without thought, now flustered and sputtering “sorry.. your hair was in your face... I thought I should move it.. to... y’know... see you better.”

The room fell silent once more. The wind howled outside, tree branches crashing together, and thus the slayers knew snow must be falling as well. Kaise hid her pink tinged cheeks by ducking in closer to Giyuu’s chest. The way their bodies fell together naturally had Giyuu wrapping his arms around the girl, though he was too nervous to actually pull her close.

“Giyuu...” Kaise mumbled eventually from her place snuggled against him.

Giyuu met her call with a soft “hm”, prompting her to continue.

The girl lifted her head to look up at the boy. She felt her heart flutter, suddenly worrying that he might feel it too. This was the closest they had ever been, albeit mostly due to the cold weather, but the idea still made Kaise’s head spin.

The girl knew exactly what she wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t come to her. Even after thinking through the sentence to make sure it was coherent, the words refused to leave her lips. Giyuu felt her grip tense around his uniform. Watching her duck away and hide her face once more, his brows knit together in silent concert. Kaise rested her head into his chest before letting out a soft whimper of frustration.

Giyuu finally touched Kaise, wrapping his arms around her and holding her back in a soothing manner. The action had the girl’s heart stir wildly and the grip on his uniform tightened. The man was much more concerned now, but didn’t voice any of it

She just couldn’t say it.

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Kaise blinked her bleary eyes open, her sight fuzzy until adjusting to the morning light.

She fell asleep the previous night with the indisputable weight and warmth of another person beside her, it was the only way she could sleep well, but the futon was all but empty now.

Kaise reached her arms out, fumbling about the blankets as she sat up to find out where her comrade went. Her gaze quickly shifted downwards, noticing a mess of limbs and messy raven hair.

So Giyuu fell off the futon...

Stepping onto the cold hardwood floor, Kaise pattered lightly towards the man on the floor. She bent over him, careful to keep her loose hair from tickling him awake. He looked peaceful.

With every passing moment, she seemed to inch closer, as if he were a giant magnet and her whole body were made of metal. Her cheeks flushed, the heat even reaching her ears.

His face looked so... soft. No stoic look held across his features. No hidden sadness in his eyes. Just the occasional sleepy groan.

Kaise couldn’t help but want to touch him. To stroke his soft hair again. She didn’t get enough of it last night before the two turned away from each other and fell asleep. She craved more.

Her arm outstretched on its own, shakily yet surely. Where to, though? To caress his cheek and hold his face in her hands? To twirl her fingers through his dark locks? Maybe even interlock her fingers with his.

That’s when cornflower blue eyes met her aqua ones.

It took a moment for Kaise to realize her actions. Giyuu was staring down her outstretched arm, confused. She darted backwards, flustered.

“S-sorry... Giyuu-kun...” she mumbled through her clothes after having yanked them upwards to hide her bright red face.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #maru oc #kny oc #kny ocs #kny giyuu tomioka #kimetsu no yaiba giyuu #giyuu x oc

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sapphireillustrations · 6 years

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Kinktober day 1 [Ereri]

[A/N; I know I'm starting Kinktober 5 days late so for that I'm truly sorry, but I plan on catching up in no time! October 1st had 4 prompts altogether but I wanted to merge just 3 of them to create this oneshot (Deep Throating/Face Sitting/Masks). I hope you enjoy! This will be a Modern AU in which Eren and Levi will meet at a masquerade, it's something I've always wanted to get around to writing and this is an excellent opportunity to write up some oral sex scenes with pretty masks!]

The room was filled with the idle chatter of the more wealthy folk, everyone was dressed in elegant suits and dresses, material that would seem to look like glittering silk under the lights as people danced the night away carelessly and sipped away at their poisons of choice for the evening. As well as it being a black tie event, it was also a masquerade. Events that Levi hardly ever trusted, you didn't know who you'd be talking to or dancing with, not that he couldn't handle himself, he just thought the whole thing was weird. Maybe even cult-like. He found himself laughing to no one as he kept to his own little corner of the room as he leaned against the wall, shaking his head at himself at his own thoughts. His silver eyes continued to scan the guests of the party as he dank his beverage, one of the only things keeping him here still as he continued his duty to carry out his favour of being a close friends date for the evening. And all of this just because she wanted him to find some guy and get laid so he'd stop being "Moody".

He sighed and adjusted the dark glittering mask surrounding his steel eyes before downing the last of his drink "This is pointless, why am I here again? That's right, fucking Hanji... And God knows where she's disappeared to..." He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he pushed himself off the wall to get another drink to pass the time.

"Hello Sir, what's your poison?" The bartender asked with a lopsided smirk on his face, his teal eyes shining through his glittering turquoise mask

Levi blinked, when did this guy get on duty and why didn't he notice him sooner? He had messy brown hair and certainty cleaned up nicely in a suit that matched his eyes well, a dark teal suit that make his lighter teal eyes pop, his mask almost like a picture frame to make the different colours in his eyes pop even more so, the glitter covered accessory making his eyes look sharp and breathtaking.

"Whiskey on the rocks." He spoke as he took in his features shamelessly over and over again, this kid was by far the most attractive in the room, why others weren't queuing up to the door to be served by him was beyond his comprehension "So... Why is someone like you working here of all places?"

"Why is someone like you making small talk with a simple server?" He asked in return, his smirk widening slightly as he turned to prepare his drink

"Mm, well, when I see something I like, I approach."

"You were probably just happening to get another drink anyway." The bartender mused "All I do is pour drinks."

"And when did you replace the creepy old guy that was serving the bar before? I didn't even see you take his place."

"We work different shifts throughout the nights, I take his place when he goes on his break and vice versa." He said simply, placing the small crystal class of iced whiskey in front of him

"And when do you get off?" He asked suggestively in a low tone, a sly smirk on his own lips at his own double meaning

He smirked, watching him take a long sip from his drink, their eyes never breaking contact. Silver was practically boring into ocean teal, enticing the other to surrender to him already. Levi was practically stripping the guy mentally, and he liked everything he was imagining so far, of course it would be nothing compared to the real thing.

He hadn't felt attraction like this before, it was impulsive and magnetic and there was nothing he could compare it to or do to stop it. He could tell his server felt exactly the same way by how thickly he swallowed and how he looked at him in the exact same way, and from what Levi could tell, he was doing the exact same thing he was. He adjusted his collar and mask before responding.

"I've only just started you know." He mused "But I have a break in an hour or two."

There was a glint of something in Levis eyes, making the bartender only more enticed in him. He watched the others small smirk grow slightly "Is that so? Well then, I guess I'll keep you company until you get off." He spoke in a low and sexy tone again as he took a seat on a bar stool, other guests not really bothering using them, mostly choosing to mingle amongst themselves rather than the help. Whatever the reason, it was their loss and Levis gain.

The other supressed a groan, already feeling his erection appear and strain against his dress trousers. Levi smirked, watching him serve him and others with a strained face with the more he teased him at the bar, both eagerly awaiting him to be granted a break. Eventually, the other bartender came back to take his former place, letting him off on his break. Levi was quick to take his hand and lead him to a quiet, empty room upstairs.

"Mm, have you been here before? It's not often someone drags me to a room upstairs." He teased as he shut and locked the door behind them

Levi scoffed "I find that hard to believe, you're fucking gorgeous from what I can see. How the fuck isn't there a damn que for you?" Levi pulled him close before pushing him back against the nearest wall, making the others breath hitch unexpectedly as he leaned in, ghosting his lips along his neck.

"God, are you always so rough?"

"Why? Do you like it like that?" He bit into the skin of his neck suddenly, causing a moan to break from his pretty lips. Levi smirked against his skin, sucking a dark mark into his tanned skin afterwards "I think that's a yes. Fuck, you sound amazing." He spoke before looking at him intently for a moment, pausing their ministrations to slowly take off his mask, the same glint shining in those silver eyes again upon seeing his face fully for the first time "Damn, and handsome as Hell... Fuck, you're attractive."

The bartender groaned, quickly switching their positions and pushing Levi against the wall, kissing down his neck with fever and upmost want as he quickly sank to his knees, undoing his belt with quick hands. Levi helped pull down his black dress trousers, his erection springing out. He didn't have the chance to react to the sudden sensation of cool air on his hot member, the guy on his knees before him taking it into his mouth almost immediately. He leaned his head back, scrunching his eyes shut from the feeling of the hot, wet mouth surrounding him, it was an absolutely sinful display and feeling and he was loving every second of it. This was defiantly the highlight of the evening, the only good thing that came out of going to this stupid party. What more could he want in a handsome guy? Someone that knew how to make a drink and use his mouth well.

Levi moaned, his eyes widening at exactly how deep he was taking him in. he glanced down at the messy brown head of hair below him that was bobbing back and fourth, taking him in deeper each time he went forward. He reached down and ran his fingers through his hair before harshly pulling it a little, causing him to moan deeply around him, sending pleasurable vibrations, making him groan, looking for a name to call. He tugged his mouth off of him as he panted heavily, glazed over teal eyes looking up at him expectantly and eating him alive at the same time as he licked his wet lips for his aftertaste, but the best part hadn't come yet.

"Name... What's your name..." Levi breathed

He bit his lip, swallowing "Eren."

"Eren..." Levi repeated, his name rolling off his tongue hotly "I like it, now I know what to call out..." He pushed his head back onto his member, causing Eren to moan around him deeply once more and quickly go back to work. Levi moaned again, watching him in silent awe at his skill in blowing him "My names Levi..." He breathed, keeping his voice even enough for him to speak "Might as well tell you my name to so know you'll be begging for..."

Eren could only moan wantingly again, using his free hand to palm himself through his trousers as he squirmed on his knees a bit. Levi smirked, biting his lip. He was something else, that he was sure of. Levis breath hitched the closer he felt, he tightened his grip in Erens hair as his hips twitched a bit, thrusting in his mouth.

"Shit... I'm gonna..."

Eren pulled his hips flush against his face, taking him to the deepest point and swallowing, making him reach over the edge as he shot his hot load down his throat, coating it in his release. Eren glanced up at him, keeping eye contact as he slowly pulled him from his mouth, swallowing what was leftover and licking his member clean, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand afterwards as he caught his breath.

"Now where did you learn to do something like that? You have no gag reflex?" Levi panted

"Mm, you learn from experience." He smirked

"Bed. Now. From now on, I'm your only experience form here on out."

"Yes, Sir~"Eren took his place on the bed, sitting on his knees as he started to slowly undo his tie, never breaking eye contact as he made sure to wet and bite at his lips "Do you want me to strip for you?~"

Levi bit his lip as he looked at him up and down, admiring the dark mark he'd left on his neck from his spot across the room, simply nodding. He found himself admiring every new part of bare, tanned skin that came to light the more Eren undressed, wanting nothing more than to mark more and more of his untouched skin. He tried his best to keep his control as he watched him from where he was, he swore he could have jumped on him there and then as soon as the top half of his clothes were removed, revealing his bare chest and broad shoulders. He used the opportunity to kick his trousers off from his ankles completely.

"I think you like what you see~" Eren purred, looking straight at him as he discarded the last part of his apparel with a simple flick of his wrist.

"Oh what a surprise, you're right." He smirked, sauntering towards him as he took of his white buttoned shirt almost gracefully

"So are you gonna fuck me now? As soon as I got your dick in my mouth, I wanted it in me."

Levi held back a groan at his dirty talk, feeling his erection twitch from his words. Eren laughed lowly "And by the looks of it, you like the thought of yourself deep in my ass as much as you like what I say and the sound of my voice~" He continued in a purr "But... Now you've seen my face... Can I see yours?..." He kneeled up, reaching for the mask on his face as he took it off him like he did his, looking over his sharp features in stunned awe "God, and you think I'm attractive? Have you seen yourself?..."

"Mm, I have but it's nothing compared to what you have to offer." He mused with a smirk "Now, I have to pay you back now, don't I?~"

Before Eren could question it, Levi laid down and suddenly pulled him on top of him by his hips, admiring the view, a blush suddenly creeping up on his tanned skin.

"Pay me back for what exactly?..." He breathed

"That skilled mouth of yours~" He purred as he pulled him further up until Eren was facing the headboard and wall, hovering over his face and only blushing darker, blinking in confusion as to why he was positioned this way until he felt the flat of Levis tongue brush over his entrance, causing him to lean his head back in a sudden moan "S-Shit..."

"What? Never sat on someone's face before?" Levi mused from below before immediately going back to work again

"Hah, No..." He moaned "No ones... Done... This to me... Before..."

"Mm, their loss. You taste as good as you look." Levi simply responded before pushing his tongue in past the ring of muscle, eating him out as deep as he could go as he firmly held onto Erens hips, Eren practically digging his nails into the headboard in a white knuckle grasp. Eren was panting heavily, finding it hard to stay still as Levi worked his mouth on him expertly. It wasn't until-

"Levi?~ Are you in here?~" the door handle rattled a bit

They stopped, Erens eyes going wide as he went to scramble off of him immediately, not getting the chance to before Levi kept him held firmly in place "Fuck off four eyes, I'm busy!" He called back before going back to work, causing Eren to gasp and cover his mouth tightly, only making Levi work harder.

"Alright, you sound very busy." Hanji giggled from the other side of the door "I was just coming to say Goodnight and have fun! Remember and use protection on that cute bartender! Don't pound his ass too hard either~" She teased

Wordlessly, Levi blindly reached for one of their shoes to throw at the door as he kept working on Eren with his mouth, making Eren both flinch slightly, giggle and moan at the same time, still trying to keep quiet.

"Now, let's really hear you make some noise..." He spoke against him

#ereri smut #Ereri #ereri riren #snk riren #eren x levi #erenxlevi #levi x eren #kinktober #kinktober 2018 #ereri kinktober #ereri kinktober 2018 #AoT #snk #Smut #ereri lemon

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ili-akkaman · 6 years

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What is wanted, is killed

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Pairing: Eren-Mikasa

Rating: M

Summary: Eren and Mikasa love each other, and one day they fall prey to their own instincts, with not very pleasant results. A baby is on the way, but Mikasa takes the worst decision of her life, plunging into absolute darkness. EreMika Oneshot, with a raw theme, based on the song "What is wanted is killed" by Shakira. Do not read if you are sensitive to topics such as abortion.

Based on the song "What is wanted, it is killed", by Shakira. This oneshot tends to be quite ooc, but it's based on one of my favorite songs, and I really wanted to turn it into an EreMika fic, despite its raw and somewhat violent content. I am well aware that abortion wouldn't be an option for the canonical Mikasa, much less for Eren, but this is fiction. Thank you for reading.

Eren has big turquoise eyes. He has tanned skin and bushy eyebrows, and the fire in his eyes could kill or burn. He always combs his hair, but as much as he does, his brown hair always looks messy; impulsive, hates social conventions and usually doesn't sleep early. Carla, his mother, always scolds him for going to bed late playing video games, but not that he listens too much; At his seventeen, the last thing he wants is to be scolded.

Mikasa, his girlfriend, is quite the opposite. She has almond-shaped and gray and deep and tranquil eyes; she's quite calm and reserved. Her parents are proud of her. She never gets home after ten, not too late, not even when she goes out with Eren, who usually goes to pick her up at home and take her back, just like that Saturday afternoon. Mikasa said goodbye to her parents, Eren took her hand and smiled, before taking the taxi. He loved to kiss her, but their kisses were so intense that he had to wait to get away from her parents so he could do it. She always laughed and blushed, and he loved seeing her laugh. Eren and Mikasa loved each other, like any couple, and like any couple, they could fall prey to nature ...

"Eren, I'm afraid ..."

Eren stopped kissing her to look her in the eyes. The only thing that separated Mikasa's skin from his was their underwear.

He kissed her again sweetly, caressing her outlines. She hissed in pleasure, still shaking. That was their first time; the movies Saturday afternoon at Eren's ended in kisses, and kisses in caresses, and caresses in a growing heat. Such a heat.

"Nothing could be wrong. I'm with you."

They fell prey to their own instincts and wouldn't escape luckily. Fire, hormones, skin, sweat, more kisses, and caresses; pain, pleasure, two bodies approaching as magnets and melting into one. So much happiness was beyond their means, and it was the first day she arrived home later than usual. Her parents were a bit surprised, but they didn't punish her; all they did was warn her not to do it again, or to call them at least if she should be late.

Be late as her period, because she didn't get it as usual. It had been a few weeks and her heart was beating as fast as the day she was with Eren, but not of excitement. Mikasa had never felt so scared.

She had to make sure before she was wrong: a pregnancy test would be enough.

Not to be positive, that was all she asked for as she looked up to heavens for help.

It took five minutes to confirm her creepiest suspicions: a child would be born. There was no turning back. She had to tell Eren. Her hands were shaking, her throat drowned out a desperate scream. Her parents weren't home when she called Eren to tell her she needed to see him. And he arrived with no delay, and he saw her cry.

"I'm pregnant."

Her words dawned on him like a cold water bucket. He paled, his hands to his head in angst.

"Impossible."

She taught him the pregnancy test, and he was about to lose his sanity.

"What are we going to do?"

Eren didn't know how to answer that question. Silence settled over them for a couple of seconds.

"We can't do that. It's too much."

Mikasa cried, but he wasn't able to comfort her. He could only say no, no and no, over and over again.

What would his and her parents say? There would be no future, no youthful ambitions anymore; a child was the worst of problems. They didn't want it, they didn't need it.

Eren left. He needed to think about it.

Mikasa cried even more all night.

Before anyone else knew, she knew he should go to a doctor and put an end to that problem.

A girl with beautiful black hair and gray eyes entered a hospital room with bright lights and white walls. A stretcher in a surgery room and two doctors in green uniforms with covered mouths.

"Lie there, please."

The doctor's voice was soft, but he didn't look kind at all. He was more like a demon inside a human being's body, but it was too late to back out. The unborn children's murderer put an anesthetic mask on her, her vision blurred as she heard the metallic sound of forceps and spoons and ...

Blood, rests of something that was once a human being. Mikasa woke up. The room smelled of death and tears; her own tears and her own blood.

Her entrails ached and so did her soul.

Her phone rang. It was Eren calling to know where she was; but she'd never know it.

Remorse, repentance, denial, self-hate. She felt it all before closing her eyes again as if she was three meters underground, watching worms grow.

Had she waited a little longer, she would probably have looked at the light of day again.

#eremika fic #eren x mikasa #Eren Jaeger #Mikasa Ackerman #angst #tragedy #angsty eremika fic #dont read if youre sensitive

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mywritingbabies · 6 years

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Electric Turquoise

Chapter 1:

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Edna, Spider, and I were huddled in a circle like penguins as we talked about class work. Our math teacher decided to give us a huge mountain of work in our geometry books to do that night. I wanted to cry.

Just as I was going to ask them how much longer our bus could possibly take to get there somebody shouted my name.

“Lolla!” Bewildered and shocked I spun around, my deep blue and black laced skirt ruffling. I found Calloway standing at the bottom of the staircase. My heart sputtered to catch up as I looked at him, what was he still doing at school? I thought his bus left a few minutes ago?

Regaining my voice I answered him, “Yeah?” I yell back as I walked ahead like a magnet drew me to him. I caught myself after I realized what I was doing, then a freezing blast of winter vengeance cut me raw.

Calloway shoved his hands into his pockets as the wind tossed his already messy blonde almost brown hair around his face. Finally, he pushed his way up the steps through student’s walking the opposite direction. I watched him pull something from his pocket.

“You forgot to grab this from me,” he pulled out a small book the size of his hand from his pocket. My mind exploded into tiny unidentifiable pieces as I practically ripped my bag from my shoulder; throwing open the flap to dig around inside to find the book I knew he was holding.

Oh my sweet goodness! I forgot to take back my flower pressed book! My eyes were wide with embarrassment as I looked up completely and entirely mortified. The small deep blue book with a string binding it closed in the hands of Calloway almost made me keel over and die.

Straightening and closing the flap to my bag I looped my arm through the strap, and with numb fingers, I plucked the small book from his hand.

“Thank you,” I said breathlessly as I clutched the little book in my hand’s; vowing to never let it go again. “I would have had a heart attack if I went home and could not find it,” I said completely and entirely honest with my claim, it’s a book my father gave me when I was 8. It meant more to me than my own life.

Calloway smiled kindly, the small response fighting away the chill that was threatening to freeze me to the school steps.

Side note to write on my arm later: I really need to start remembering my coat, it was freezing!

“I know, sorry. I should have given it back sooner.” He began as he ran his fingers through his hair, “but I kind of got lost looking at the flowers in there.” He said pointing to the imprisoned book in my frozen fingers; his face for a quick second clouded. Then he again dug into his pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves, “Lolla, what on earth?” He without warning dug the book out of my fingers and placed it in his pocket again. Before I could question or complain he pulled the extremely oversized gloves over my hand, my face bloomed with embarrassment. Great, I felt like a five-year-old!

“Calloway, what are you doing!” I shrieked, “ you need these more than-” he rose an eyebrow at me when I pulled my other hand away before he could slide the other glove onto my hand.

“-Said the one not wearing a coat,” he said bluntly. My mouth twitched,

“I’m fine, honest.” I retorted defensively, I wanted to scream at myself for acting so childish. But once somebody ticked me of it’s way too late to listen to the voice of reason. Did I even have one of those at that point though? No, I don’t think so. I might have buried it in the backyard of my house years ago.

“Lolla. Your freezing, give me your other hand before I take it from you.” I could have laughed at that.

“Now how are you going to do that? Mutilate my wrist?” I snarked, Calloway rolled his eyes.

“Lolla-”

“-Calloway,” I said cutting into his lecture.

“If you don’t I’m not giving back your book.” My heart stopped, he could not be serious, could he?

“That’s ridiculous,” I tittered then crossed my arms, “whatever keep the book.” My voice was trying to fall into a nonchalant tone while I fought back the urge to throw up. I could not believe I said that!

He cocked an eyebrow, “I know you're bluffing.” He said,.

And I know you're not. I wanted to die somewhere. I braced for the cold and held my arms tighter to my body as another blast of arctic wind sliced me raw. A few more seconds of that torture and I might have given up my pride and begged for the other glove.

Without a word I let him pry my hand away from my grasp to slide the glove on ruffly with what I believe was a glare.

“You're so childish.” He breathed annoyed, but I could see in his eyes that he did care. Or at least I hoped that’s what I saw.

“Haven't noticed.” I retorted under my breath looking away from his eyes. And there was the same comment with the uncanny snark in my voice. When is it not there?

The blush deepened on my cheeks as I felt his gaze on my face once again. Just before either of us could say anything else a bus honked its horn, breaking us from the small annoyed bubble we created.

Plucking the book out of his pocket he gave it back and without a word walked away from me. Leaving me there to stand transfixed on my boots as I clicked them together at to the toe. Sighing I waited five seconds before I looked back up at my friend to watch emotionlessly after him. Once again I chased him away; stupid, stupid! When was I going to stop being so cold and childish? I actually liked him, why was I so mean to him?

Edna from behind wrapped me in an embrace that could only mean she was listening in. Despite the fact that I heard her and Spider debating about if they should be studying or “gardening” latter. My own bubble swarming with ugliness so thick from being angry at myself anyone could have tasted it. It would probably taste of sour lemon and rotten eggplant.

“Lolla, why must you keep him at such a far distance?” Edna asked me nuzzling her head into my neck like my dog Raven does when she’s worried about me. I did not answer as I watched Calloway step into his bus.

Edna continued talking despite my silence, “you know he’s not like Adam.” she pointed out. A bitter tasting venom laced with hate, despair, and betrayal trickled into my mouth onto my tongue.

“Scratch that, he’s not Adam,” she said fixing her statement that left me bare, to say the least. Shuddering in disgust I tore my gaze away from Calloway’s bus to sever the despair in my chest.

Here's a little fun backstory! Adam cheated on me about eight months ago with a girl named Thorn. She was a very beautiful redheaded girl with black glasses and a pale complexion. She was a lot of thing’s I was not, pretty, funny, skinny. She also did not have splatter painted freckles on her face.

But she enjoyed many of the same activities. It turned out that Adam was with her half the time we were together and I found them in a library holding hands. Her giggling, him smiling like a lovesick fool. I felt like Daisy from The Great Gatsby when Myrtle called Tom in the first chapter, to say the least.

Sighing I leaned my head against Edna as Spider laid a hand on both me and Edna’s shoulders.

“I know, I just. I’m not ready for that.” I said simply as I looked up to watch busses leave with a million students in the seats. Not diving into all of my reason’s, that was reason enough.

Spider squeezed my shoulder reassuringly, making my heart swell with appreciation, I loved the two of them so much!

“Take your time. But don’t push him away, okay Lolo.” Spider said to me, where did I get such amazing friends in the first place?

“I will try,” I answered honestly. Edna’s grip on my shoulder tightened.

“Good!” She piped up, standing on her tiptoes she planted a loving peck on my cheek, “I hate seeing you so sad!” She exclaimed like the wonderful human being that she was. Pulling away from both me and Spider she grabbed both of our hands and stood in front of us. “Let’s go home.” her entire body spilling over with energy, light, and happiness. Pulling us now she led the way to the bus that would take us to her house. Finally getting back to our actual plan’s to study for final’s tomorrow after standing out in the cold for the last ten minutes talking. I knew that she hated school work and the little study date would only end in her defiance. But it was nice to spend the afternoon with them.

Hope you guy enjoy the first chunk of my novel!

-SR

#Short Writing #story thought #creative writing #storytelling #Electric Turquoise #CHapter 1 #ome writing part

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