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Warning: mild violence, mentions of death, abuse Our Darkest Days Became Light by Desiree G. My name is Miroku. Before I tell you how I fell in love with the most amazing human I have ever met. I have to tell you about my loss. It doesn't seem reasonable, but it all works out. Sango and I were high school sweethearts. She was stunning with her long brown hair, big brown doe eyes, and long legs that I had to look at. It took a lot of convincing, but eventually, I won. She was mainly a tomboy, and her close friend soon became my best friend, InuYasha. They had known each other for years. He had been going to her family's dojo for years, and that was how they met. I worried a lot until he and I became close. After high school, we all went to the same college. I majored in law, Sango in the sciences and business to continue running the family dojo, and InuYasha in sports medicine. That is about the time Kagome came into the picture. She was in a few of his classes since she was trying to become a midwife or, as she would put it, a CNM. After a few months, we all became very close, but something always seemed off. Kagome became quiet and only really came over if it was with InuYasha. Sango and I tried to understand why, but she always brushed it off as school or work. A few months later, my world came crashing down. But we both know it will get better; otherwise, I wouldn't be writing this, and you wouldn't be reading it. Sango often told me that while growing up, she didn't have many female friends, and she thought she had met a kindred spirit with Kagome when she first entered our circle. But the distance she had gone since dating InuYasha had concerned her and broke her heart. We often asked InuYasha, and he always seemed indifferent and said, "That wench could do what she wanted." When Sango couldn't take it anymore, she decided to visit her alone while InuYasha was at work. An hour had passed with no answer from Sango when I decided to drive there and see if all was well. I only made it some of the way. About a mile from Kagome's place, I saw Sango's car. Police were still there directing traffic. I pulled to the side and found an officer who could assist me. I was given the location of the hospital she was sent to, and I called Kagome, InuYasha, and Kohaku as I rushed to the ER. By the time I arrived, Kagome had gotten there too. InuYasha had texted he was going to pick up Kohaku. But I was stopped by Kagome. Her face was half covered by the fringe that surrounded her face. Tears streamed down the other side, and she burrowed herself into my chest, heaving and gasping as she said it was all her fault. I lifted her face by her chin to look at her. It wasn't her fault, and I wanted her to know that. But when I saw the bruising on her face froze, not able to tell her it wasn't her fault. I never got the chance to find out how that had happened because Kohaku and InuYasha walked in, her body trembled, and she moved so quickly that I never really thought about it. It took me a few to realize that she was blaming herself and that Sango was lost to us. A drunk driver had hit Sango. Her car flipped, and it broke her neck, killing her instantly. She never made it to see Kagome that day, and after the funeral, I slipped into my work. A year passed, and the only person I saw besides co-workers was InuYasha. I'd ask about Kagome, and he'd wave his hand to dismiss her and say what he usually spoke. Something regarding her being a pain in his ass or how stupid she was. But on the anniversary of her passing is when I saw Kagome again. Standing at her grave was who I thought to be a young girl cleaning the tombstone, a frail, sickly Kagome. My heart shattered, and I knew this was my Sango trying to help her and myself now that I look back. When she saw me, she was startled, her skin tight, outlining her bones as if she was starved. Her once full and shiny hair was dull and lifeless—eyes that held no spark, bruises that varied in color showing the constant abuse. I was shattered, this was my friend, and someone had been hurting her to almost death. No words could come out; just my hand reached for her. She fled in fear, and tears were shed that day for not just Sango. Three days later, I had a knock on my door. To my surprise, it was Sesshōmaru. Tall and regal as always, with an air of superiority as always. He walked into my tiny apartment with no invite, sat on my couch, and asked me to sit as if I were visiting him. He explained that he had found out that InuYasha had been, in his teen years, a bit of an idiot. It took him and his father to get him the help he needed to get off the drugs, but apparently, college was too much, and he started again after meeting Kagome. He was again in rehab, but Kagome would need constant care, and the last place InuYasha would look for her would be with me. So with the help of Sesshōmaru, Kagome and I moved into another apartment, and he and I did all we could to get her healthy. During the first month, she rarely was seen, came out to ask to use the bathroom, eat, or drink. It broke me knowing all this time, all these years, this vibrant woman was turned into this. After about six months, she was doing so well. Her skin glowed again, her eyes sparkled, and she smiled. That is when I knew I was in love. We would eat dinner together and talk about our day. It was amazing. I was too afraid to ever say anything to her; I wouldn't want to open any old wounds. But it was today, Valentine's day, precisely when our world started to change. I came home from work, and she had been home alone. When I came in, I saw her in tears on the couch, balled up in a blanket. She hadn't noticed me yet, but some sappy love story was on TV, and she was lost to the world around her. I walked to the couch, picked her up, and placed her on my lap as I sat down. She leaned back onto me and continued watching the movie. When it was finished, she wiggled around to look at me but never once did she try to leave my lap or embrace me. The way she smiled when she looked at me, tears unshed from the movie. But something took over, and I moved my hand around her, brushed her hair back, and placed her cheek in my palm. Damp, sticky skin from her tears glued us together. I could see the confusion, and before I saw her fear, my lips met hers. I didn't feel them for long, but the feel of Kagome's warm, plump lips pressed against mine. For half a second, my heart was whole again. Like when I was with Sango. When my eyes reopened is when I saw the fear. She never moved, didn't try to escape my arms. Yet, I could see the pain. I placed her on the cushion next to me and fled to my room. Not realizing I was crying, I lay on my bed and screamed into my pillow. I could still taste her on my lips, and it was killing me that I had scared her. I felt the bed dip and small hands rubbing circles into my back. She sat there as I remained still and listened to her fears, worries, sorrow, and love. I rolled onto my back to see big brown eyes look back at me, not with hate but with want. What she had been saying just moments ago was real, and I couldn't contain myself as I sat up and pressed my lips to hers. Gentle at first, as I wanted her to set the pace. I was lost when small hands ran through my hair and took it out of the small band. Our lips pressed harder, chests heaving for the other breath, hands searching, tounges lashing. It was all I had spent the last month or so taking cold showers for, if not better. She pulled away, and my head leaned towards her, missing the feel. She pushed me back and straddled my waist. Leaning down, her soft breast pressed against my chest, slipping and not being contained in the small spaghetti-strapped tank she wears to bed. My hands roamed down her back to feel her soft, supple ass and thighs. She ground down onto me, causing me to pull my lips away and let loose a guttural moan that most like could be heard a mile away. I looked into her eyes which were slightly closed, begging me for more. So I asked, and she nodded; I asked again, "What do you want?" She dipped her hips, rubbed herself on my ever-growing Member, and said "You" in a husky whisper. I flipped her over and began kissing her some more. I don't know how long we kissed and played, but I was never more at peace. Yes, I may have cum in my pants like a teenager. That didn't matter. All that mattered was her at that moment—allowing me to show her what love was like and that I wanted to worship her. The night was perfect. So now we are here today. Two years from when that moment happened, and I have to say, holding her hand as my wife, eating onigiri at your grave with her, I know you saved her and me. Thank you, Sango, you taught me not to be a letcher and a pervert. You taught me to love, teach, learn, and fall in love. So to whoever finds this letter, may it be years or months, I pray you to find peace, love, and reason.

Warning: smut, lemon Kakashi Lemon by Kaylee B. You are walking back to your apartment after a long day of being dragged around the village. You were bored out of your mind so you didn't mind. Your boyfriend was out on a mission and wasn't supposed to be back until morning. You walk up to your apartment door only to see it is already unlocked. Instantly on alert, you pull out a kunai from your back pouch and enter your apartment. The only person who knew where you lived was Kakashi Hatake but since he is away on a mission, he can't be the one inside your house. Allowing your chakra to seep out, you search to see who is in your house. A gasp escapes you. "You are early, you know that." You stated loud enough so he could hear you. Your apartment isn't very big so you know he heard you. "Yeah, I know." Was his reply. 'Is he in my room?' You wonder. You walked to your room and slightly opened the door before frowning. "Chakra exhaustion, again?" You asked completely annoyed. He looked to you and hummed. But you couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. Smirking, you walked up to him. "What are you doing?" He questioned. "You'll see?" you say seductively. You can tell his breathing began quickening at your tone. Oh, how you loved how you effect him. You pull your forehead protector off and whisper to him, "Just relax. I'll take care of you." He does and you took his shirt off before grabbing his hands and tied him to the bed with your forehead protector. You then lean down as he stares at you intently. You kiss him passionately tugging at his bottom lip. He moans and so you stick your tongue in his mouth. As you both fight for dominance, you unzip your jounin vest and throw it blindly behind you. He ultimately wins as his tongue explores your cavern a little too greedy for your liking at the moment. Putting your hand on his muscular chest, you smirk before deciding to separate causing him to groan. You kissed his jaw and sent butterfly kisses down alongside his jawline. Sucking a little when you reached his Adams apple. He moaned loudly causing a vibration to form. Feeling this, you began feel the wetness form in your undergarments as you moved down to his collar bone and gently bit down. It was not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a red mark. You repeated this several times across his chest as you licked his left nipple before leaving more love bites going down his abdomen. Your hand is busy roaming his muscles on his torso as he speaks your name. "S-stop, teasing" he managed to get out through clenched teeth. He was pulling on the bindings as they were becoming loose. Noticing this you stopped going down. His punishment for speaking out of term. "Uh, uh. Not yet." You spoke your voice husky and you reached over to grab his forehead protector and after tightening yours you added his to give extra restriction. As you were doing so, you made sure you stayed extra close to him causing your chest graze his face causing him to hitch in sucking in a breath. Looking down at him with seductive, love and lust filled eyes, you sit up and take off your shirt leaving you in your bra before kissing him passionately for a while. When we let go, there was a strain of saliva separating us as you brought your hands down. Roaming towards his v section you gave him butterfly kisses down to his neck where young found his sweet spot. Your hand at that moment slides into his pants and you wrap your hand around his throbbing member as you gave him probably the biggest hickey you have ever given him. You licked from there up his neck and gave a few wet kisses until you gently bit his earlobe. Sucking his earlobe his pants and moans become louder. He struggles in his binds as he is practically yelling your name. "Please." You have never had him do that before as it sent shivers down your spine. "Say that again." You demanded looking him dead in his eyes. He rubs against you trying to get some friction. "Please" he says again. You smile kissing him deeply but still not satisfied. "Louder. Beg me, Kakashi." He spoke your name clearly. "Please, fuck me." Smiling in victory you kissed him one more time before getting up causing him to whimper. The wetness between my legs began pooling when I heard that. You take off his pants slowly before you take his member out of his underwear. He was on full erect as it stood out proudly. You love it that you got him to beg so you decided to stop teasing him. You then lean down and take as much of him entirely in your mouth. What you couldn't fit you had grabbed with your hand messaging it. Sucking a little, you smile as he throws his head back moaning loudly saying your name. You slide your tongue creating circles on different parts of his penis. He bucks his hips causing you to gag a little since he is hitting the back your throat. He chants your name as you let your teeth graze him while using your hand to message him. You gently squeeze with one hand while your tongue licks the bottom of his penis. You begin bobbing your in motion with his bucking causing him to twitch a bit. You can tell he is reaching his climax so you let go causing a very lewd pop to be heard. "Damnit!" He yells frustrated. You giggled kissing the side of his cock and then you stood up to take off your pants as he watches with clouded eyes. You stare at him as he watches you slowly undress yourself much to his dismay. Then you pull your panties down and you crawl back to him finally taking his underwear off completely throwing it across the room. You then straddle him placing him near entrance. Your eyes also clouded with lust you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. You slide onto him causing a moan to escape both of you. You have your hands on his chest as you move a little before you began bouncing. He bucks in rhythm causing him to struggle against the restrictions. You lean forward and kiss him deeply. You moan as you began thrusting forward. Without letting go of the kiss, he manages to get out the binds catching you by surprise, and he took the chance to flip you to where you're under him. Kissing you feverishly, he begins thrusting faster. Hungry. He then kisses your cheek to your jaw and licks down. His thrusts getting faster, he finds your sweet spot biting down. You grip into his back leaving scratch marks but he didn't seem to care. For a while, the only sounds that can be heard is skin slapping, our moans, and his grunts. "Faster," you tell him as his cheek is against yours. You could feel his breath hitch at your demand. Every breath he let go, it was difficult to take in. You close your eyes completely in ecstasy as he kisses your jawline before immediately going for your sweet spot. He sucks on your sweet spot before biting down hard drawing blood. I cry out in pleasure as the familiar pool develops in your core. A bit of an m, sure, but only he could bring out this side of me. "K-Kakashi!" You yell as you hit your climax. A couple more minutes of thrusting and he came after. He kisses you deeply and you wrap your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. Once you separate, he kisses downward. He grips your left breast as he sucks on your right nipple. You could feel his tongue circle your nipple as his hand twists and pulls on the other. Switching he gives them equal attention before he grips your hips squeezing a little. He kisses the bridge between your breast before licking your stomach. He leaves a wet kiss below your belly button as he skillfully moves his hand to open your legs. You suck in a breath as he kisses your inner thigh. He kisses up until he is at your entrance. He slowly let's a breath out causing you to shiver in anticipation before he slips his tongue in. Gripping the bedsheets, you cry out in pleasure as he uses his tongue to thrust in and out of you. You gripped his hair running your fingers through it moaning loudly. You then cry out in pleasure as he adds a finger to the mix twisting and turning the pleasure caused you to pool. The wetness dripping onto the bedsheets. He seemed to notice this and licked the stream before it could hit the sheets. He added a second finger opening them in a scissor formation. You didn't have time to warn him as you came right then on his fingers. He chuckles darkly as you try desperately to keep your eyes open. He licks his fingers that you had came on before he flips you over kissing your shoulder blade. He places himself at your entrance from behind and thrusts into you causing you to cry out definitely awake. It hurt a little as he kissed the tears that began falling. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and kissed the tears away as he let you adjust. He didn't do anything else at first since this was the first time we are using this method. After a bit, the pain went away so you told him to go. He started slow at first but after a bit, he began speeding up. You bite your bottom lip as his thrusts become harder and faster. He grunts suddenly and you open your eyes to look at him. He doesn't slow down as both eyes lock nor when he kisses you deeply. You honestly felt high at the moment but you didn't give a damn. You enjoyed it as he climaxes inside you grunting. He puts his cheek against yours as your both breathing heavily and covered in sweat you both look each other in the eyes exhausted. He gently lays down on top of you careful not to obstruct your breathing as he kisses you gently. "I love you, Kakashi." You tell him. He somehow finds the energy to give you a closed eye smile as he whispers, "I love you too." Too tired to shower, and too tired to move, you begin to fall asleep comfortably with him still inside you. But then you blushed heavily. "What is it?" He asked. "What if the neighbors heard?" He chuckled at that. "What?" I questioned. "Sweetheart, I'm sure the entire village heard us." He stated nuzzling me with his cheek which I might add, didn't help my extremely red face.

(Art by Shannon) Warnings: violence, blood, noncon Bloody Love by Shiningbind Chapter 1 It was a full moon out tonight, and to Sayaka, she wanted to follow wherever Akabane had roamed. Their relationship was not all sunshine and rainbows and colorful. No. In fact, it was very toxic as the several months being with him had been hell. She knew if she had encountered him tonight, he may be in one of his moods, but she still tried to remain hopeful throughout all the darkness. Stumbling upon what seemed to be a run down apartment complex, Sayaka began to wonder to herself if Akabane could be here as she had a bottle of expensive Barolo Italian wine on her for him. The imported wine ran around 50,000 yen a bottle. Not only was the moon full tonight, but it was also a blood moon, and people tend to do strange things on nights like this. Walking through the apartment complex, she kept her defenses up as she was uneasy being here, and it wasn’t because of the criminals residing here. She noticed a certain studio apartment that was not dimly lit and was all dark. There was not much light coming out of it as she set the expensive wine down on the porch. Akabane… Sayaka thought to herself as she shook her head and kept on walking past it. However as she walked along, noticing criminals scattering away, she looked around getting a bad vibe that Akabane was here. It was then he was suddenly behind her, “My my, you sure are glimmering in the moonlight tonight.” Akabane commented to her. Sayaka shifted her eyes, and saw that he was behind her, “Akabane… you came.” She commented fearfully. Akabane smiled as he sensed her fear as he approached her, “Come now, don’t be frightened. You came all this to see me now, hm?” Sayaka froze in fear, “I’m not scared. I was just sightseeing.” Akabane chuckled, “You’re bad at lying, my dear Sayaka. You came all this way to see me.” “Okay, yeah I did. We are dating after all, and no matter how much you hurt me, I won’t give up on you.” Akabane chuckled as he pinned Sayaka harshly against a brick wall, “You know you want me.” He leaned in, kissing her aggressively. Sayaka couldn’t move as she was getting uncomfortable as Akabane had her pinned against the wall to where the brick wall started cracking underneath her. As he was aggressively kissing her, she was trying to pull away before she received a harsh slap from Akabane. “Don’t fight, the fun is just getting started.” Akabane said as he drew out a scalpel and started cutting into her clothes as well as her skin, “You like that?” Sayaka gasped out in pain. Despite being very uncomfortable, she didn’t want to upset or piss him off, “Y-Yes..” Akabane chuckled as he cut more into her clothes until he started cutting into her pants to where it was close to her private area. He smirked as he withdrew the scalpel back into his body for a moment and used his hand to insert his fingers up her vagina, fingering her while still having her pinned. Sayaka cried out a little bit. “Please… keep going.. I am getting turned on.” Sayaka commented as she was in so much pain, yet felt more attracted to him at the same time. “That’s my angel..” Akabane commented as he fingered her much faster, going in deeper to where he was hitting her G-spot area. Moreover, he began to move from her lips to bite into her neck a little bit while Sayaka couldn’t help but let out a moan. “Akabane… I think I’m about to—“ As she cried out louder, juices spewed out from her vagina. Akabane smiled as he withdrew his hand from her vagina and gave her a bite mark on her neck along with cuts all over her body from the use of the scalpel. To him, it was like a symbol that she was his. He chuckled as he released her, letting her fall to the ground. “Akabane…” Sayaka commented as she was panting a little bit. “You belong to me, my dear Sayaka. And I wouldn’t try to heal yourself because I could just kill you right here if you do.” Sayaka didn’t answer as she looked away from Akabane. She didn’t make any sudden movements as he could sense what move she would do next, and she was aware of that. “I’ll be a good girl then.” Sayaka answered. Akabane chuckled, “You’re quite a fun girl.” Sayaka slowly got up to her feet, looking up at Akabane. She was mad at him for being a jerk as always, but she knew that’s just how he was. She couldn’t help but run towards Akabane and hug him tightly. “I’ll follow wherever you go, Akabane. I am yours after all.” She commented as she couldn’t help but shed some tears. Akabane chuckled as he grabbed her by the wrist, and dragged her to his studio apartment. Opening the door, he pushed her inside as he locked the door behind him. There was no point in Sayaka running, especially when she knew no matter where she ran to, he was going to be there. Despite being dominant as a Yakuza boss, when it came to Akabane, it was a different story. She was indeed very submissive to him. Sayaka backed up a little bit towards his bed. “What are you going to do to me now?” Sayaka questioned. “You’ll be alright. Let’s talk over a bottle of wine and then we’ll have a little fun in bed.” Akabane answered with a smile as he pulled out the Barolo wine Sayaka brought for him, “I have to tell you, this is the best wine you have brought me.” “Well, knowing you, you have an expensive taste in wine and whiskey. You’re lucky this barely makes a dent in my salary.” “Well you are the Boss of the well known Black Ice Organization after all.” Akabane whipped out a scalpel to pop open the bottle of wine. Grabbing a couple of wine glasses, he poured the wine into them, handing a glass to Sayaka. She took it, not really thanking him or anything as he wouldn’t care anyways. She started tracing her finger around the glass. Akabane, enjoying the nice scent of the imported wine as he took a sip of it. “Perfection.” He commented as he approached Sayaka. Sayaka couldn’t help but take a sip herself. She figured if she got drunk enough, it would take the pain away and she tried not to stare solely into his violet eyes. However this time, she couldn’t help but stare into them as the moonlight struck down on him. Akabane looked over at her, noticing she was staring at him, “Is something the matter?” He asked her as he took another sip of wine. “Oh, nothing..” Sayaka answered, “I apologize, I… couldn’t help but stare into your gleaming eyes when the moonlight shines on them.” Akabane set his glass of wine down on the coaster on the table as he approached Sayaka, grabbing the sides of her jaw, tilting her head up, smiling, as he looked deep into her green eyes, sensing softness, “You certainly are drawn to me, my dear Sayaka.” Akabane commented as he let go of her jaw, “Try not to disappoint me — if you want to stay alive.” “Like I would, you know me, Akabane, I wouldn’t even dare even cheat on you, especially when I know you would kill me for that.” Sayaka answered, “Besides, you’re the only guy I am ever attracted to.” Akabane chuckled, “You’re quite the clever angel, and you know if you do cheat, I will kill you.” He drew his scalpels out, showing them to her. Sayaka nodded before she resumed drinking her wine. It was clear that no matter what, she was stuck with him.

(Art by SaiPaintsAstory) Warning: smut, lemon, noncon And Then There Were Four by KenKurosaki’sbunny24 Chuuya glared at Dazai and Atsushi. Angry and put off, he tried to get out of the trap that they planted for him. The great Osamu Dazai, his former partner, disappeared from the Port Mafia 4 years ago and popped up at the Armed Detective Agency. Known for his ruthlessness, Chuuya couldn’t believe that he went good. “I can’t believe you abandoned your post to go good. You disgust me” He growled. Laughing sardonically, Dazai responded with an evil smirk “My dear sweet Chuuya, you have no clue.” Atsushi smirked at Akutagawa, who he’d tied up on the bed naked. He couldn’t believe that he was able to catch the angry man off guard, especially since said man has been trying to kill him from the start. Atsushi was quite proud of his plan though, and it showed in the smirk he wore. Akutagawa looked anything but pleased at this very moment. Angry at the weretiger and his mentor that abandoned him, Akutagawa was seething when he realized that he was captured. He and Chuuya were sent on a mission to capture Dazai and the weretiger, who were supposedly “alone” at the Detective agency office. Who would’ve thought that their mission was a trap set by none other than Osamu Dazai. Akutagawa’s anger and hatred grew to amounts unknown at this very moment, because he couldn’t use his Rashomon to get out. He figured this was Dazai’s doing. “Dazai what is the meaning of this?!” Akutagawa demanded. He glanced at Chuuya, who was too busy glaring at Dazai to notice. Dazai’s smirk grew the more Chuuya glared, and Atsushi’s smirk morphed into an evil laugh. Stunned silent by the change in atmosphere, Chuuya and Akutagawa couldn’t help but stare in astonishment as both Dazai and Atsushi turned to each other, and shared a kiss. But this wasn’t just any kiss, this was a kiss that lovers shared before a night of wild, animalistic, rough sex. Akutagawa became enraged when he saw Atsushi’s hand slowly slide down Dazai’s chest, to grab his dick. Never being able to be close enough to Dazai without repercussions, Akutagawa was never able to fulfill his dream of being fucked by Dazai. He knew how great Dazai was in bed, because Chuuya along with some of the rest of Dazai’s former men had vouched for his “sexpertise” so to speak. So to see Atsushi doing the one thing that he’s always wanted to do, caused an unknown amount of jealousy to claw to the tip of his tongue. But it wasn’t Akutagawa that said anything, it was Chuuya. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! How dare you do this to ME! In front of ME! You are the most disgusting human that I’ve ever met and when I get free, I am going to make sure that I slit your throat!” With that outburst, came a laugh. Pissed off and slightly horny(although he’d never admit it), Chuuya glared at Dazai and asked Atsushi a question. “What’s in it for you to help him capture me weretiger? I know that you want something, I can grant you freedom and promise that the Port Mafia won’t hunt you if you let us go. Please” Chuuya pleaded. He didn’t intend on letting the weretiger live if he was freed, but he didn’t need to know that. Chuuya expected the weretiger to realize the error in his ways, and give in to his request. What he didn’t expect, was the response he got. “What’s in it for me? That’s easy, I’ve already gotten what I wanted. Grant me my freedom? I’m already free. Would you like to know what I wanted? Since we’re being so generous and sharing things?” Atsushi asked. Pulling away from Dazai, he slowly walked over to Akutagawa. Bending down to his height, Atsushi smirked while asking Chuuya again. "Would you like to know what I wanted for helping Dazai trap you?” Chuuya automatically became frantic and afraid when he saw Atsushi lean close to Akutagawa. “What if he wants us dead?” He thought. Although it may have been said aloud. “You’re worth more to me alive than dead Ch-uu-ya. So try again, and this time get it right. I don’t know how much longer Dazai can hold himself back.” Atsushi smirked. Chuuya was annoyed, but if anything he was more scared. Chuuya remembered Dazai from the Port Mafia, and Dazai of the Armed Detective Agency. But this Dazai looked completely unhinged, almost like he was hooked on an addictive drug and was willing to sacrifice anyone for his next fix. Chuuya realized then, that the Dazai in front of him was someone completely different. Slowly, ever so slowly, Atsushi leaned closer and closer to Akutagawa’s face. And all Chuuya could do was watch, angry at himself for getting caught in such a mundane trap. Angry at Dazai and Atsushi for creating this trap, and scared. Scared that he'd lose Akutagawa and have to kill Dazai and the weretiger. Using his glare once again to hopefully scare the weretiger into freeing him, since he knew Dazai wouldn’t, Chuuya answered his earlier question. “You wanted Dazai’s praise? No, Dazai praises you enough. Honestly, the amount of praise he gives you makes me sick. You already get his attention, so that can’t be it. You probably already fucked him, so that’s out of the question. I know! You want to be on top! And this is the only way that Dazai will let you be the top. That’s it, isn’t it? You want to dominate Dazai and he made you kidnap me and Akutagawa as part of your deal.” Chuuya felt smug. He’d figured their plan out and now it was over, or so he thought. He expected curses and angry yelling, but all he was met with was laughter. And not the kind of laughter that’s refreshing and cleansing, no it was the “how stupid are you you fucking idiot?” The “How dumb can you be, before you actually grow a brain” kind of laugh. And the more they laughed, the angrier Chuuya became. “What’s so fucking funny asswipes?! I answered your damn questions, not let me fucking free!” He screamed. Atsushi bent back down in front of Akutagawa again, but responded to Chuuya in a smart tone. “You answered my questions, but the answers were wrong. Now you’ve got to pay the price” And with that Dazai moved. With lightning fast movements, Chuuya was uncuffed for a second before his pants disappeared and his hands were holding soft curls. Looking down, Chuuya saw Dazai on his knees taking his 10 in cock into his mouth. Groaning and yanking, Chuuya tried to pull him off but it felt too good. The way he swirled his tongue around the head, and made a sucking sound turned Chuuya on to no avail. Too into the moment and forgetting where he was, Chuuya began to thrust into Dazai without a care in the world. He felt a feather like touch on his balls, and damn near came too soon. Atsushi watched, fascinated with the scene unfolding in front of him, before turning back to Akutagawa. The man looked horrified and yet turned on at the same time. Atsushi used the man’s distraction to feel how big Akutagawa was. He slowly slid his hand up the man’s thigh, before he grabbed his very hard and very thick cock. Surprise and disdain appeared on Akutagawa’s face when he noticed a hand that didn’t belong to him, feeling him up. But he also started to feel something else, especially when that hand reached into his pants and started to stroke him nice and fast. Turning to glare at the owner of the hand, he was rendered speechless when the hand removed itself from his cock. Angrier than ever now that he was turned on and being left hanging, Akutagawa opened his mouth to speak when his head was jerked back to Dazai and Chuuya. “Don’t watch me, watch them. Every time you turn to me, I will remove myself from your dick. Even when you cum. So keep your eyes on them.” Torn between obeying the orders he was given and ignoring them and trying to kill Atsushi, Akutagawa glanced back to Dazai and Chuuya. But he did a double take when he noticed the positions had switched. Now it was Chuuya who was sucking Dazai off, while Dazai pulled his head closer and thrust erratically. Watching them was like being in a trance, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. So it came as no surprise that, he felt movement on his dick a moment later. What did come as a surprise was the warm and wet feeling that surrounded his cock at the same moment Dazai bent him and Chuuya into the 69 position and swallowed his dick. There was a collective groan that came from 3 of the 4 men in the room. Atsushi was finally starting to enjoy himself, and pulled his dick out. Knowing that Akutagawa wouldn’t willingly suck him off, he stood up and grabbed the man’s arms to yank him up. He settled them into the 69 position the same way that Dazai and Chuuya were: Akutagawa on top, hun on the bottom. When Akutagawa saw what was in his face, he turned red with anger. Who did this weretiger think he was? He wasn’t about to suck him off, nor did he want the weretiger to suck him off. But Atsushi opened his mouth wide, and swallowed Akutagawa’s whole cock again. Turned on like never before, and shocked that someone could take all of him without dying of suffocation, Akutagawa nearly screamed from the sweet relief he felt. But the scream turned muffled, because Dazai slammed his mouth onto Atsushi’s long, hard cock. In a battle to see who was bigger, Atsushi would win. His dick was well over 15 in and it was thick. Dazai would probably win second place because his dick size was closer to 14 in and Akutagawa would get third because his dick was at least 11 1/2- 12 inches. Chuuya was by far, the smallest dick in the room and he hated that. Close to cumming, Dazai held Chuuya’s head down so he could swallow every last drop. Chuuya in turn, pushed his hips down deeper into Dazai’s mouth and came. After sucking up every last drop of his cum, Chuuya was shocked to feel Dazai’s tongue near his ass hole. Wiggling to get closer to it, he was surprised when Dazai pushed him off of his face. Chuuya turning to face Dazai, was shocked to see the man rearing to go again so soon. Wondering who was gonna get “The Great Dazai’s” dick this time, he was alarmed to know that it was his ass that was about to be fucked. Alarmed at the size of his dick, and the fact that he hadn’t had anal sex in 4 years, Chuuya begged him to reconsider. “Dazai, what if I sucked you off again? Or maybe you can fuck Akutagawa? Anyone but me?” He pleaded, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Dazai was pushing the head into his ass, and Chuuya felt the resistance trying to break. Throwing his head back and screaming, Chuuya’s mouth was suddenly stuffed. Looking up, Akutagawa’s dick was being pushed down his throat while Atsushi ate his ass. “Akutagawa, your ass tastes like heaven, I wonder if it feels the same” said Atsushi. Yanking his dick, while eating ass always seems to turn him on. Once he had him wet enough, Atsushi stood up and bent Akutagawa over. Unsure of what was going on while he was in the throes of passion, Akutagawa suddenly felt a piercing pain, that paralyzed him. Jerking his hands to try to remove the thing causing him the pain, he ended up pulling Atsushi back into him. “FUUUCCCKKKKKK Dazai! Why’d you never tell me his ass was so tight? To Be Continued

Warning: NSFW CW/TW: mild violence, kidnapping, bondage, mentions of death, sexual themes Take Me to Church by SaiPaintsAStory My knees ached. No, everything ached. Where am I? My eyelids felt like they weighed a 100 pounds as I tried to open them. I tried to recall what happened, but it felt like my thoughts were slogging through mud and just wouldn’t connect. There was only one dim light in the room, but it stabbed at my eyes like a million watt bulb. I couldn’t see much, but what I could didn’t make sense. I was kneeling on a tatami mat; in a place I didn’t recognize. I tried to move but instead only felt the raw burning of rope biting into my skin around my thighs, my hips, wrists, chest, my neck, everywhere, it felt like. I looked down at myself. Bright red rope snaked around my thighs and calves, up between my legs, caging my body up into a collar at my neck and down around my wrists which were secured behind my back. I was also stark fucking naked. What the fuck is going on? My head was still swimming in a fog as I scanned the room looking for any indication of where I was or why I was tied up and naked. “It’s about time you woke up. I’ve been waiting forever.” A man’s voice came from the darkness to my left. It was soft, but there was vicious edge to it. I know that voice. Shit. There was a shuffle of fabric, followed by slow, heavy footsteps had me squirming, ignoring the sting of the rope as it tightened with every movement; I needed to get away before this psycho got to me. I tried to ignore the way it squeezed certain places; the conflicting sensations of pain and fear with the pleasure were overloading my still hazy mind. A figure stepped into the circle of light and squatted down next to me. I smelled his cologne before I saw his face and everything came back into sharp focus in my mind, like someone had suddenly pulled me from the fog. My body reacted to the scent as my mind was still slow to cognitively restrain itself. A hint of wood smoke and whiskey trailed behind his cologne and the combination had me swallowing thickly. “I thought you quit smoking those stupid cigars, Bokuto.” I managed to force out, my voice hoarse and gruff. “Well, you know I love a good Cuban after a victory.” He purred next to my ear. I couldn’t stop the wave of goosebumps the proximity of his voice and the heat of his breath on my neck sent crashing over my body. He stroked my cheek with the back of massive hand before whispering his lips over the shell of my ear, sending a shiver through me. “Call me by name, Tetsurou.” He breathed languidly and I felt my cock fill as I gritted my teeth. I tried to jerk my head away, but the rope bit into me, drawing a hiss from my lips and keeping me in too-close contact with the psycho in the suit next to me. Bokuto Koutarou; eldest son of the Bokuto clan, one of the Five Families. Childhood friend of one Kuroo Tetsurou, me, the only son of the Kuroo clan, another of the Five Families. That is, until the assassination of the Ushijima clan’s heir, sent the Families into an civil war with one another. He and I were close once, and my heart ached at the memories that cued up in my mind. Young emotions, trampled under familial duty and forgotten over the years of manipulations and warring factions, all flooded back. I hadn’t seen him since my father ordered the hit on him and his family three years prior. I still had the scar above my eye from where he bashed my head in, almost besting me completely that day. He was stronger than I was, always had been, but I was quicker and just barely managed to escape with my life back then. This time though, I was at his mercy. There was no escaping these ropes. He stood up, slowly stepping in front of me, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling up the cuffs, his irezumi peeking out as it wrapped around his massive forearms. I remembered when he first got his ink; how the owl in flight that spanned the width of his broad shoulders was one of the most beautiful works of art I’d ever seen. The pang of longing in my chest made me sneer in response to the thought as he bent down in front of me and I tried to avoid his bright golden gaze. “Look at me, Testu.” Bo said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. My eyes flicked back to his mouth before I could avert them again. He laughed softly under his breath, the sound almost like the purr of a cat, went straight to my already half-hard dick, making it twitch involuntarily. God dammit. I tried to pull my knees together to give myself some sort of cover, but the ropes pulled so tight, it felt like my whole body was in a vice. “Christ Bo, what the fuck kind of knots did you tie?” I choked out as he just continued to stare at me with that piercing gaze of his. I tried to hold still, knowing if I moved any more, I’d probably strangle myself. Bo loosened his tie, popping the top button of his shirt open with a sigh. I hated myself for the visceral reaction my body had to watching him do these simple things. He leaned forward on his knees reaching a huge hand up to the scar above my eye. “It’s a shame that scarred, though it does lend a certain ruggedness to that face of yours.” He purred and I’d be lying if I said the feel of his touch on my skin didn’t make me want to melt into him. “You almost got me for good that day, you know.” He continued and suddenly he wasn’t the rival I was sent to kill but my oldest friend again. “Bo I-“ I started, my voice cracking under the pressure from the rope. “What did I tell you to call me?” He interrupted and I looked up at him, a little confused. I couldn’t tell if he was toying with me or pleading with me to be the kids we once were again and I couldn’t stop myself from falling into those golden eyes, just like I had as a kid. “Kou…” I whispered, transfixed by his stare. The corners of his mouth twitched up for just a moment before he crashed against my lips. His kiss was hot and bruising and everything I’d ever fantasized about. His tongue split the seam of my lips and swiped hungrily into my mouth, swallowing the groan that escaped me at the feel of him. His hands cupped my cheeks as his fervent kiss enveloped me, body and soul. I’d wanted this for years; my brain couldn’t wrap itself around how or why it was happening now. An eternity of bliss later, he pulled away with a gasp, pressing his forehead to mine. His hands roamed down my neck to my chest where he wrapped his fingers between the rope and my skin, gripping it painfully tight. “I was supposed to kill you tonight, you know.” He whispered; his tone softer than before. “But just like you couldn’t do it three years ago, I can’t do it now.” I pulled back to look at him. He knew. He knew I couldn’t go through with it back then. I sighed and slumped as much as the rope would allow. “You knew all this time then?” I asked quietly. He put a finger under my chin tipping it back up to his line of sight. “That you lost that fight on purpose or that you were in love with me?” he asked with just the slightest hint of a smile. I could feel my eyes widen at the words, but before I could reply, he was closing the distance between us. “I’ve always known.” He breathed against my lips before kissing me deeply again. I lost all semblance of thought as his mouth trailed kisses down across my jaw, down my neck, nipping at my collarbone as his hands slipped up my thighs, fingers gripping my hips in a bruising hold, betraying his own need. His touch was like fire on my skin, leaving every nerve exploding in its wake. A shuddering moan slipped from my lips and his grip tightened as he groaned into the skin of my shoulder. “Untie me, Kou. I want to touch you. Please.” I begged, giving up on all pretense. I felt him shake his head slowly against my skin and a thought crossed my mind; did he feel the same or was this all a sadistic game? He leaned back to look at me, just as the thought cleaved its way through the heady lust that had pulsed through me a moment before. “I finally have you to myself. I’ve waited for this day since we were teenagers, Tetsu. I knew that was your father’s doing back then and while I’m sure they’re hunting for you as we speak, they’ll never find you here. You’re mine for now.” I watched him pull his tie completely off and rip open his shirt, buttons popping off, landing with soft plips on the mat. He'd become even stronger, more defined since I last saw him without a shirt. His tattoos gracefully covering a chiseled chest, a large scar crossed his tanned abs and without thinking I tried to lean forward to kiss it. The rope bit into my neck and chest and I whined in spite of myself at the lack of connection. His fingers traced the length of the scar. “Is it stupid that I miss you every time I see this in the mirror?” Bo said quietly and I couldn’t help the smile that came across my lips. “So, you think about me a lot do ya?” I said, cocky tone matching my smirk. He leaned forward, trailing a long finger down my chest to the knot of rope that sat just above my now dripping cock and I gritted my teeth to keep from begging out loud for him to go further. His lips brushed my ear, his hot breath sending waves of want across every inch of my exposed body. “All the time.” He purred and my hips twitched up reflexively. His fingers slowly moved below the knot, teasingly playing with my pubic hair and the need for him to touch me surrounded me tighter than the ropes that held me in place. He began slowly kissing down my body. “Tonight’s (kiss) my one (kiss) chance (kiss) to have you (kiss) and if (kiss) you’ll let me (kiss) I’ll have you (kiss) seeing God (kiss).” His words punctuated with white-hot kisses had me trembling by the time he got to my thighs. My jaw ached as I tried with all I could to keep from begging him to touch me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the lightest trace of his fingers run up the length of my aching cock, slowly swirling around the tip, teasing me in the worst and most delightful way. “So, Tetsu, can I?” he asked, his voice heavy with want. I looked down at him. The sight of those eyes staring up at me, lustful and needy almost made me burst on sight. “Take me to church, Koutarou.” I exhaled, not caring how desperate I sounded. All the air punched from me as he took me to the hilt, wrapping me in tight, wet, heat. I’d never felt anything so incredible in my life. As he worked me in all the divinest of ways, I slipped away into the gospel of Bokuto Koutarou.

Warning: fluff The Perfect Night by Shy_Reader27 "Tonight is gonna be perfect." Taishiro told himself as he was setting up for his valentine's date. He has spent hours making sure that this night will be the best night for his darling. A vase full of red and pink carnations sat at the center of the dinner table. Tuscan butter shrimp with rice on the side were nice and hot on the stove. The wine in the fridge is being chilled to perfection beside the tray of chocolate covered strawberries (homemade chocolate by the way). All were his wife's favorite things. Taishiro cleaned himself up as well. At least he thought so. A simple light blue button down shirt fitted well over his large frame. Dark grey trousers and matching suit jacket completed the outfit. His blonde curls are swept back; and his face is clear of any stubble. Now usually Taishiro would be fine in just a t-shirt with either sweatpants or old jeans. However he wanted to dress extra special for his extra special lady. "She should be coming home from work anytime now," the BMI hero thought to himself. As soon as the thought passes through his head, the door to their home begins to open. The burly man rushes to the door to greet his love with a giant smile. That smile slowly fades when he sees the condition his wife was in. Her plump pouty lips were pressed tightly together. Back hunched forward as she wraps her arms around her torso. Taishiro's wife is in pain; and he's ready to kill the person who caused it. The hefty hero immediately scooped up his spouse and cradles her in his arms. Her twist braids hide her face as she groans in discomfort. Taishiro swipes her hair away to get a better look at her beautiful brown face. The large hero can handle a lot of stressful situations; it comes with the job. But seeing his bride suffer in any type of way and he's ready to raise hell. "Who hurt you baby?" Fatgum asked worried. "I swear honey I'm gonna find the punk who did this and make 'em pay." "Well I guess my uterus owes you money cause I'm cramping real bad right now." Taishiro's beloved spoke through gritted teeth. Fatgum blinked a few times before he responded, "Oh...damn I'm sorry babe. I just saw ya in pain and I was ready to turn villian." He carries his darling wife over to the couch and lays her down. "Do you have enough pads sweetheart? Anything I can get ya to make it better?" He knows her time of the month is never easy; it's mostly bad cramps and extreme fatigue. "I just need ibuprofen babe." She replied looking onto him. She does her best to put on a brave face. She doesn't want her giant husband to worry too much. Taishiro goes to the medicine cabinet in their restroom and grabs three of the liquid gels. Then he goes to the kitchen to fill a cup with water. Taishiro returns to the couch as his darling sits up to receive the goods. After his wife swallows the pills with the help of her water, Taishiro places a loving kiss onto her melanin forehead. "Thanks Tai." She gives her man a grateful smile and wraps her arms around his wide frame. Her arms can barely reach his sides with how big he is. "Anytime sweetie." Taishiro responded by rubbing her back in soothing circles. She starts whine in pleasure when Taishiro leans her back onto the couch. "Hold on baby we still need to have dinner while it's still hot." His wife pouts her plush lips to rebel but quickly yields. "It'll be worth it babe I promise," he then gives one more admiring look into her carnelian eyes before he goes to the kitchen. He returns later with two bowls filled with the delicious dinner and places them on the coffee table. The smell of shrimp, garlic, and tomatoes fills his spouse's cute broad nose. He then leaves to fetch the wine and two glasses. After that he grabs the homemade chocolate covered strawberries and lays out the wonderful spread. Lastly he takes the vase full of flowers and places them on the side of the table so it doesn't get in the way of the food. His better half beams. "This all looks so good Tai," she says in amazement. "I can't believe you did all of this; and you look nice too." The compliment and the dazzling warm bronze glow of her cheeks almost takes his breath away. Taishiro blushes bashfully. "Well I wanted to do something special for my sweet valentine today." He sits next to her and they begin to dig into their meal. After dinner was eaten and wine glasses empty, all that was left were the strawberries. "That was so delicious hun," says his bride, "I'm feeling a lot better now too." She leans against his massive figure, sighing in contentment. The BMI hero smiles down at his ebony beauty. "I'm glad I could help." He tilts her head up gently and places a doting kiss on her full lips. One kiss turns into another. Then his cherished love climbs onto his lap and begins to deepen their lip lock. Taishiro wraps his arms around her torso and slides his tongue against her lips. His wife accepts him eagerly enhancing their embrace. Moans and groans could be heard between both of them. Lips and tounges slip against each other. Hands glide and caresses each other's bodies. Taishiro couldn't get enough of those luscious lips. He holds his dearest tighter and pushes her hips closer down to his. She whimpers at the feeling of his growing shaft against her core. His wife pulls away after one more kiss with a dismal expression on her features. "Why did I have to start my period? I'm always crampy and heavy the first two days." The brawny man couldn't help but chuckle. "It's ok honey bear. I know you'll be too uncomfortable if we went further." "I hate my body right now. Why do I gotta be punished every month just cause I don't want my body to be a constant incubator?" Fatgum's beloved says in a pouty tone. Taishiro laughs even harder. "Well I could help with that but that'll only last about nine months." His sweetheart snickers and smacks his chest playfully. "OK fine not right now. But would some chocolate covered strawberries cheer ya up? I made the chocolate myself." The adorable brown skinned woman puts her finger to her lips pretending to be in deep thought. "I guess, but you have to cuddle with me too." Her husband gives her a charming smile. "You got yourself a deal sweetness." She gets off his lap as he grabs the tray of the sweet dessert. The massive man leans further into the couch. His lover lies on top of his cushiony build and sighs comfortably. He picks up a strawberry and places it in front of her mouth. She takes a bite and smiles. She grabs a berry and puts it to her hubby's lips. He bites down and sighs in delight. The pattern continues until the tray is empty. After everything was consumed, they settle back down cuddling each other just enjoying the moment. Taishiro grazes his fingers tenderly against his wife's scalp. "I love you so much baby. Did you enjoy your valentine's date?" The melanin beauty squeezes his abundant thighs affectionately. "I love you too gummy bear. Tonight's been wonderful." She groans pleasantly and leans closer into his soothing touch. The big man sighs contently feeling proud of himself.

Warning: NSFW, smut, lemon Return by DriftingDrifloon You had been gone for a hot minute. You knew taking on that job was going to be a mistake, but the pay out would be great for you and the Bulls and could possibly result in a star or two! You were the only one available to take it anyways. So, you accepted the job and went. You left a note for the rest of the Black Bulls, letting them know where you were and what you were doing, and then you were off. What you weren’t expecting was to be gone for almost 3 months. The job ended up being a lot more political and required a lot more mental finesse then you were honestly prepared for. In the end though, you resolved the conflict with minimal violence and, as you had predicted, left Julius Novachrono’s castle with a hefty amount of yule and 2 stars to add to the Black Bull’s total star count. As nice as those were, you were very ready to see the smiling faces of your guild and to throw yourself at your captain. After what seemed like hours of traveling, you finally found yourself at the front door of the hideout. The door creaked loudly as you opened it and stepped into your home. All was silent as heads popped up all over the main space. “Holy shit, Y/N?” Well that wasn’t what you were anticipating from them. “Um…yeah. Hi guys” The awkward wave you gave seemed to be what set everyone off. Suddenly, the sound of your name being screamed and the pounding of running feet filled your ears. You were allowed a single step back before almost the whole of the guild was surrounding you, pulling you inside the house and talking all at once. Asta was nearly in tears, hugging you tightly and trying to make you promise to never leave for that long again. Noelle had a tight hold on your arm as she started making the same demands. Magna and Luck immediately started asking if you brought them souvenirs from your travels and Charmy was actively trying to feed you, complaining that it looked like you had hardly eaten while you were gone. Vanessa had an arm around your shoulder, trying and failing to share her wine with you. Zora seemed uninterested over on the couch, flipping through a book and Gauche was too busy fawning over pictures of Maries. Gordon and Grey seemed to be the only two giving you some respectable space while they shared in the joy of you being back home. Through all of the commotion, you couldn’t help but notice the lack of a certain spatial magic user and the person you were most looking forward to seeing after your extended leave. “Guys, it’s good to see all of you too! Of course I have stuff for all of you! Where’s Finral and Captain Yami, though?” “We’re right here.” How you had missed a rift suddenly opening in the middle of the floor is beyond you. Turning, your eyes met with a slightly widening caramel pair. “Captain…” “So, you’re finally back, hunh?” The tone in his voice made your spine straighten. “Y-Yes, sir.” You wiggled your way out of the group and made your way to your captain. As you approached, you pulled a decent sized sack from your travel bag. “Here’s the money from the job and,” reaching into your pocket. “I got two stars from Julius for it as well.” In silence, Yami took the money and stars and passed them off to Finral. “Handle these, will ya?” With a nod and a worried glance your way, Finral grabbed the items and walked away. “I know you sentimental dorks want to continue bombarding our wayward friend, but I need to have a nice ‘chat’ with her about what happens when you just up and leave for 3 friggin months.” The gulp from you was almost audible. Yami swung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you towards the direction of his room. “But wait, Captain Yami, she just got ba-” Magna dropped a hand onto Asta’s shoulder and shook his head. “Leave ‘em be, dude.” The journey to Yami’s room was completely silent. The only things you could hear were the creaks and groans of the hideout and the sound of your heart pounding in your chest. Getting to his room, Yami opened the door and pushed you in. “C-Captain, I-” Your back met the closed door with a loud “thud” and you were suddenly up in the air with your legs wrapped around Yami’s hips. Rough lips pressed urgently against your own, drawing a needy whine from you. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders as you tried your damnedest to pull your captain as close as possible. Yami pulled away and began to kiss and suck along your neck. “What the hell were you thinking being gone that long, hunh?” Callused hands slid up your bare thighs and up under your skirt, making a burning path to your ass. “Three fucking months. That’s how long you were gone. Three months of me fucking into my own fist instead between your legs. Three months of not hearing your voice. Three months of my bed being cold and empty.” You could only gasp and roll your hips into his. I mean, what could you say? He was right: what the hell were you thinking? Three months without Yami had been pure torture. “I-I’m sorry! I-” “Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry, especially when you can’t walk straight for the next 2 days.” You were pulled away from the door and dropped unceremoniously onto his large bed. “You have 2 seconds to save your clothes before I rip them off of your body.” Taking heed, you took everything off, throwing everything to the floor before sitting back on his bed completely nude. Yami was already bare by the time you were and was suddenly on his knees in front of you. With arms slipping under your thighs, he pulled you to the edge of bed and put your legs over his shoulders. “Fuck, I missed my pussy.” Yami buried his head between your legs and lapped at your dripping cunt like a man starved. Your hands shot to hair, gripping it tightly as your back arched. “Y-Yami!” A loud smack rang through the room, followed by a stinging sensation to your thigh. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Your eyes met his as his lips met with your sensitive clit and he sucked hard. “C-Captain!” You could feel the vibrations of his chuckle through your clit and all the way up your body.. “That’s fucking better.” Your head fell back onto his bed as he went back to your clit. Your mind fogged over as his licking and sucking became more insistent. Suddenly, two thick fingers were pushing into your tight opening, spreading you open and thrusting into you quickly. It had been far too long and your poor pussy was far too sensitive to handle it for long. With a loud cry you came, your thighs trembling as Yami groaned against you. Before you could even register what was happening, you were on your knees with your ass in the air and your chest to the bed. “I almost forgot how fucking good you looked cumming on my tongue. Now I just need to see you cumming on my cock to remember everything.” Yami grabbed at his hard cock and ran the tip through the lips of your pussy, collecting the dampness there to help slide in nice and deep. The push was slow, the gentle curve of Yami’s thick cock brushing against you right where you needed it most. Once he was fully hilted in, his hands grabbed at your hips before he started a punishing beat. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight! You’re never leaving here for that long again.” Your hands gripped his blanket tightly as your captain fucked your hard and deep. Tears gather in your eyes at the immense amount of pleasure rocking through your body. “N-Never! Never again!” Hands gripped at your breasts before pulling you to sit up and bounce on Yami’s cock. “Damn right. The next time you do, I’m fucking coming with you.” One hand slid down and rubbed at your oversensitive clit while his hips slammed up into your, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot. The last thing you knew, the world went white.

*Winner of Animeforwomen's Fanfiction Contest 2023. Congratulations to author Anj V.!* The Mornings After by Anj V. It’s 5 am. It must be, because there’s just enough light piercing Himeno’s one good eyelid to force her awake, but not enough to set off a raging hangover headache. Well, not yet anyway. Eye still closed, Himeno slowly becomes aware of someone else's limbs entwined with her own, holding her down like dead weight. With a groan, she extracts herself from under the unfamiliar man – did she ever even know his name? – and for a brief moment can’t remember if she went home with him or dragged him back to her place. But then she recognizes the familiar round window by her bed, just barely illuminating the decidedly unfamiliar man beside her, and is sullenly forced to contemplate how best to get rid of both him and the impending hangover. She hates the mornings after. In the dark, with beer flowing and a whole world of men to choose from, the nights feel filled with endless possibilities. There’s always more to take in- more booze, more food, more attention, more warmth, more passion- and choosing to take all of it makes her feel like she’s flying. But in the light of day she is always forced to confront the truth of her actions- that she was never flying, just running straight into a brick wall. There is only so much food and alcohol her body can take. There are only so many funds in her bank account. There is only so much warmth to be had from the men in her bed. As with everything else in her life, her choices have no future. Other people might describe this feeling as “empty”, but not Himeno. She learned long ago that the world is a greedy place that will always try to take things from you- your happiness, your peace, your security. This goes double for Devil Hunters, who are forced to give up their body parts, their partners, and eventually, almost certainly, their lives. So Himeno decided long ago that if the world was going to conspire to take things from her, she’d take just as much back. She’d stockpile vices and pleasures and experiences and be so full of a million small things she loves that when the world took anything from her, she’d still never be left empty. However, on mornings like this, as she lays in bed in nothing but cheap underwear with a stranger’s snores fueling a growing headache, she feels as if she has wrung the world dry of good things and there’s nothing more she could possibly want to take from it. And so she goes to the only person left who makes her want to give instead of take. She goes to Aki. Himeno lingers only long enough to throw on the discarded suit crumpled at the foot of the bed and swipe a 6-pack from her fridge before escaping her own apartment. By the time she pounds on Aki’s door less than 10 minutes have passed, but she finds herself already starting in on the third can. The world looks soft at the edges and her headache has faded to pleasant dizziness- she even forgets for a moment that she’s running from last night's consequences and just looks forward to basking in Aki’s calm presence. Aki opens the door faster than she would have expected, looking tired but not freshly awoken, and reeking of cigarettes. His bleary gaze sweeps her rumpled appearance as she finishes a deep draught from the can. “Himeno-senpai?” he asks, sounding only slightly confused at her unannounced arrival, “Are you just getting in for the night? Why are you at my place?” Himeno pushes past him into the apartment and haphazardly discards her remaining beers on a table as he shuts the door behind her. Ignoring his first question, she casually closes the distance between them, leaning in close enough to feel his breath on her face before replying with a whine, “Aki-kuuuuun, you gotta give me some cigarettes. I left my last pack with you, remember?” Aki raises an eyebrow and asks, “Why can’t you just go buy more?” to which Himeno sighs and tips forward even further, letting her head drop heavily onto his shoulder. “My wallet is at home, but I have some unwanted company.” “Pests?” “Hmmm, of a sort. I’ll go back when they’re gone.” “....Himeno-senpai, did you leave a stranger alone in your place?” At his chastising, Himeno buries her face into his neck and slides her arms around his waist, mumbling petulantly, “It’s not like I have anything of value there anyway.” As always, Aki passively receives her physical affection with a calm readiness. His only response is to rest his hands lightly on her hips- neither pushing her away nor pulling her in closer, just stabilizing both of them as he accepts anything she wishes to give. Perhaps he can sense the unease or discontent in her tonight, because rather than nag further, he just sighs in exasperation and tilts his head so it rests ever-so-gently against hers. An intense surge of fondness rushes through Himeno at his action and she feels an uncontrollable urge to crush him with affection. Her arms tighten reflexively around him, but it’s not enough to satisfy the whim that’s taken hold of her. She sweeps her hands up his back, and it feels so good to touch him that for just a second it makes her want to cry. She digs the tips of her fingers into the smooth planes of muscle across his shoulders, hard enough that it probably hurts a little, but Aki doesn’t say a word. Under her hands, he feels so solid, so strong, so dependable. “You’ve been working out more, I can tell. Good, I’ll worry about you less in a fight. Keep it up.” “Himeno-senpai, it’s 5am. Look, I don’t have any cigarettes for you. I couldn’t sleep and I just finished the last one.” “Whaaaa?” Himeno slurs with (mostly) feigned outrage as she lifts her head off his shoulder and attempts to glare at him. Unfortunately for her, looking directly into his face instantly melts her faux rage, leaving her staring into his eyes with an intensity that would surely frighten any other man. Aki, however, just gazes directly back. The surge of fondness rears its head again, and before she can think about her actions she finds herself reaching for his face and pulling him down to her. She kisses him hard, bruisingly hard, and his lips part in surprise and shock. She takes advantage of this to sweep her tongue confidently into his mouth, memorizing the contours of his teeth and the velvet feel of his tongue against her own. When she pulls back, a barrage of emotions chase themselves across Aki’s face, too fast for Himeno to differentiate. “Senpai….” He finally utters in a low tone, somehow managing to sound aggrieved, breathless, and uncertain all at the same time. “If you just finished the last cigarette, the least you can do is give me a taste of it,” Himeno explains, but she swings her gaze away as she says it because she knows it's a lie- Aki doesn’t taste like cigarettes. He tastes clean and comforting and familiar. He tastes like peace. He tastes like home. Aki’s hands tighten on her hips as he gazes down at her. He doesn’t say a word and his usually stoic expression is firmly back in place, but something burns behind his eyes that wasn’t there before. Finally, he looks away and begins gently tugging her deeper into the apartment. “Just come to bed already,” he says, without meeting her eye. Himeno’s heart skips multiple beats and her tipsy mind can’t seem to process what’s happening as Aki slips off her suit jacket and then her shoes for her. For some reason, all she can think about is how she’s still wearing that same cheap underwear that some other man had seen and touched just hours ago. As Aki gently tips her into bed, she desperately tries to remember how she would respond with another partner – she knows this, knows how it feels to desire and take intimacy – but she draws a complete blank. She doesn’t know how to take from Aki and she’s not sure she’s willing to try, even if he is freely giving. While Himeno struggles through her internal crisis, Aki quietly settles into the bed beside her and closes his eyes. One outstretched arm is under her head and he’s laying on his side facing her, open and inviting, but he makes no move to close the significant space between them. After several seconds, Himeno realizes Aki really is just trying to sleep. She fights down a bout of mildly hysterical laughter before closing the distance herself, wrapping her arms around his head and drawing him down to settle against her chest, against her heart. Himeno spends most of her time trying very hard not to dream of a future– the most certain things in her life were often unpleasant and most good things were often short-lived. However, as she lay there with Aki slowly falling asleep to the sound of her heartbeat, she knew that all her hopes of a future had already settled on him– on this precious boy who refused to ask anything of her and who unquestioningly accepted all of her that she was willing to offer. She vowed then and there that he was the one thing she would not allow the world to take from her, that her future began and ended with him, that she would eventually give all of herself to him and continue doing so, until the end of her days.

Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer by @cloudofserotonin Read more about this cosplayer below 👇 💜What made you get into cosplaying? @cloudofserotonin: "Definitely the boredom of being in the house during Covid. Always wanted to cosplay but I was too scared during Covid I found a lot of self confidence and realized I have nothing to fear so I cosplayed my first post (zero two) and loved it." 💜What is your favorite anime cosplay? @cloudofserotonin: "Definitely Demon slayer the character designs are OP I’m into Overwatch and Apex hardcore now so those cosplay might be all over my page soon 😜." 💜Do you have a cosplay that was very challenging for you? If so what did you do to overcome the challenge? @cloudofserotonin: "I think comparing myself to others was a big struggle then I realized we are all just playing dress up just have fun with it. I think racism in the community was also a struggle especially when a cosplay blows up I don’t let those comments control me anymore because I want to help others feel included especially my little sister who also cosplays." 💜What is your favorite anime if any? @cloudofserotonin: "This is sooo hard of course the old school animes I grew up like Naruto is important to me but I’m going to go to my underrated fave Shugo Chara 🙏💕." Follow @cloudofserotonin on Instagram for more cosplay content! (No copyright interferential intended). All rights reserved to the respective owner(s).

Post-UA, Aged Up MHA Story By: SaiPaintsAStory "Dammit, Deku!" The words froze me in place. His voice was deeper, but it still held that tell-tale growl. He flew past me, blasting the piece of building that was hurtling towards the rescue crews in the street into dust. I just stared up at him as the pebbles rained over the scene and he came back down, landing a few yards from me. I couldn't believe I was looking at him again after all this time. His hair was cut short on the sides and his shoulders were even broader than they used to be, but other than that, he looked exactly the same. The smirk on his face was even the same as he walked over to me. "I'm back in Japan for five minutes and I'm already saving your ass again. Dumbass Deku…ruining my vacation." He muttered the last part as he looked everywhere but at me. I just stared at him, slack jawed. Of all places, he shows up here, while I'm working. "What? Why are you just staring at me?" he growled and I snapped back to reality. "Eight years. Eight years without a word and you just show up?" I blurted out. He looked at me for just a moment before looking away again. There was no making sense of the array of emotions that were welling up in me, but the one I felt most was rage and I needed to get it under control quick. I took a deep breath, exhaling slow. "Thank you for saving us. Now, excuse me. I have more work to do." I said as calmly as possible as I launched myself up to the roof of the adjacent building, leaving him and his stupid muscles standing there in the street. As I helped the emergency crew shore up the collapsing wall, my thoughts were a million miles away, in a time I'd long tried to put behind me. The memories were crushing me with the weight of the emotions they brought with them. Maybe he'll leave before we get done here. He did say he was here on vacation, not work. With that thought, I threw myself into the work at hand, forcing myself to focus. What felt like an eternity later, we'd secured the building and evacuated all the tenants. The Incident Commander gave the all clear and I finally ripped off my sweat-soaked hood. As I slowly walked back to crew truck, a headache began throbbing behind my eyes. I rubbed my forehead as I trudged, looking down at my dust covered boots. "You still getting headaches after a job?" The deep voice to my left caught me off-guard, but somewhere inside, I'd been expecting it. I knew it was too much to hope that he'd just go on his way.With a heavy sigh, I looked over in the direction the voice came from to see Kacchan standing on the sidewalk, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. "Only when the job is a real pain in the ass, you know, like you." I replied, staring him dead in the eye. He held my eye for a minute, expressionless before he dropped his gaze to the ground and huffed out a little laughed through his nose. "Good to see you haven't changed too much." He said, his tone softer. I really wanted to Detroit Smash that stupid face of his. I hated how good he looked. The tight black v-neck shirt hugged him perfectly in all the right places, the jeans doing the same. I couldn't help but stare at the stupid flames he had tattooed on each forearm, remembering when he got them done. It felt like a lifetime ago. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will the throbbing pain in my head to chill for just a moment. "What are you doing here, Kacchan?" I asked, hoping he'd get it over with and I could go home, take a shower and cry into a bottle of whiskey. "I kind of thought it'd be obvious, I mean, it's a building collapse, so of course-" "What are you doing in Japan?" I asked, cutting him off. He sighed, his shoulders sagging, like a huge weight sat on them. "I'm finally selling mom's place and I had to come back for the closing." He replied quietly. I hadn't expected that answer. There was a time where I'd drive by that place at night, hoping to catch a glimpse of a light on, hoping that maybe he'd returned without telling me. After a while, I stopped going, knowing that I was wasting my time. "Well," I finally said, "Good luck." I turned to continue walking, but he caught my arm, stopping me. "I…um…" he stumbled. "What? Did you really expect me to welcome you back with open arms after eight years of complete radio silence? You always were such an asshole." My rage spilled over as I spat out the words. He just stared at the ground, but didn't let go of my arm. "Go take care of whatever it is that you're here to do and leave me alone." I snapped at him, shaking my arm loose of his grip. "Deku-" he started, but stopped when I glared at him. I wanted to call him every shitty name I could think of and curse him for days to come. Instead, all I could think of was how much I'd missed the touch of his hand. "You look good, but I guess you already know that. Goodbye, Katsuki." I said and saw his eyes go wide before walking away. As we rode back to base, I couldn't tell if the pain in my chest was from the fact that he didn't try to stop me a second time or that I actually had the balls to say goodbye. I left the paperwork for the next day and went home without a word to anyone. As hard as I tried, I couldn't escape the lifetime of memories that contained him flooding every thought. Why couldn't he have just done his business and caught the next flight back to New York? I dried off from my shower, threw on some sweats, poured myself a hefty glass of whiskey and sank into the couch with a head full of Kacchan. About halfway through my second glass, there was a knock at my door. I already knew who it was. He always has to have the last fucking word. Let's get this over with quickly. I opened the door, standing back to let him come in. We didn't need nosy neighbors giving hot tips to the local gossip column. I closed the door behind him and walked back over to the couch, ignoring him. He followed and sat on the chair across from me. We just sat there in awkward silence for an eternity before my buzzed brain had enough. "Just say whatever it is you want to say and go already." I grumbled, taking another gulp. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I didn't come here to upset you," he started, and I huffed out a laugh as I swirled the liquor in my glass. He was doing the thing with his voice where sounded all soft and made my heart beat twice as fast in my chest. Jerk. "I know I owe you an apology for how I left, but I-" "AN APOLOGY??" I yelled, interrupting him. I couldn't stand to look at him. I felt the tears welling up and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry like the old Deku. I stood up and walked over to the window, staring out at the skyline of Tokyo. "You ask me to marry you…and then you disappear. You fucking up and move across the globe without so much as a 'c-ya'." I said, the last words wavering as I tried to swallow back all the hurt they brought with them. I took a deep breath. "How about a why?" I said as I stared into my glass. I wanted to be strong and stare him down, but I didn't have it in me. He was silent for a long time before I heard him get up and walk up behind me. I pleaded with myself to be strong and not turn around. "There is no why that could justify what I did. Dad died, and then mom so soon after. I was terrified that you were going to be next and…" he trailed off and went quiet again. "And what?" I asked, trying to sound annoyed and not desperate to finally hear his reason after so many years of silence. "And I knew," his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and sighed. "I knew if that happened, I would die soon after because there's no way I could live without my heart." His voice broke at the end and I could hear him sniffling. Fuck. There was no holding back my own tears after that. "In some fucked up train of thought, I believed that if I made you hate me, I could protect you from the curse of the people I love getting hurt that seems to follow me everywhere and the only way you'd ever hate me, would be if I cut off everything between us." His voice was small, sad. I wanted to punch him and shake him and kiss him all at the same time. We were both quiet for a long time, except for the occasional sniffle. "You know," I finally said, breaking the silence, "Once I found out where you went, I booked a ticket and ran to the airport, ready to fly across the world to beg you to come back. I got all the way to the gate before I thought of something and I think…I think that's when my heart actually broke." I leaned forward, pushing my head against the glass of the window and closing my eyes as the memory surged in my mind. "I thought, maybe you didn't want to be found…by me." I said softly. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and squeezed me tightly. I felt his tears on my shoulder and I tried my hardest to keep it together. "I thought I was doing the best thing I could to protect you. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about you, Deku. Not a single one." He strained to get the words out between the sobs. "Then why now? Why are you here now, after all this time?" I could hear the desperation in my voice as I spoke, the tears falling in a steady stream now. "I thought I could come back, sign the papers and leave again without bothering you but, I couldn't make myself go without seeing you, just once. The one time I come back and I blow off my flight to drive 3 hours to Tokyo on the off chance I might catch a glimpse of you again. I'm so stupid." he said into my shoulder. I was dangerously close to breaking completely. I'd spent so long feeling hurt, then angry at him and now, he just shows up out of nowhere? I didn't know if I actually wanted to kill him or kiss him. "Deku, I'm not asking you to forgive me, what I did was unforgivable. I don't even expect you to like me, I just needed to see you. I've never stopped loving you, not for a single day, but I understand if you did. I can never take back the pain I caused you, caused us, but please, don't ever doubt that I have always, always, loved you." His voice was so sad, and it made my heart ache. My will power snapped and I spun around and grabbed his cheeks. "You dumbass." I said before leaning in, kissing him deeply; my empty heart, full once more. -We do not own story or images used-

In that Moment By: Maddy M. If you would’ve told me that five(5) years ago, I would be standing next to the love of my life. I totally would’ve thought it was bullshit and laughed in your face. But now I’m here. Five(5) years ago~ You stood at a drink stand on the side of the road debating on what drink you should get. Your blonde haired friend left you alone to find a bathroom a while ago. You stared down the menu trying to find the best one. You’re currently on spring break in The Bahamas. The sunny weather has really pulled you out of your seasonal depression. Around this time back in senior year of high school, you lost the love of your life. That was a day you’ll never forget. Poor Armin had to help you with everything. You didn’t go to school for a week after that whole mess. But now you’re in your last year of university. “What the hell are you doing Y/N? You’re holding up the line!” Armin yelled to you from across the plaza. You looked behind you to see the line and there wasn’t any. “Sorry I got lost in thought.” You chuckled. He shook his head and chuckled “Whatcha thinking about getting?” He asked curiously. “I’m thinking the bahama mama.” You grinned. “Oooh that one sounds amazing!” He replied. You nodded and ordered two(2) Bahama Mamas. You handed the clerk 10$ for the drinks and left the stand. As you handed Armin his, you sighed. “I can’t believe this is our last day in paradise.” You said to your friend sadly. “We must definitely have to come back! Maybe not with majority of the class though. Have you seen Jean? He’s made quite a fool of himself in front of a group of girls” Armin laughed as he told you the story. You could help but burst out laughing. “That sounds a lot like Jean. Gosh these years have gone by so fast.” You said as you chugged a good portion of your drink. “They really have. I’m really glad we’ve been best friends throughout the whole experience.” He said sipping his drink. “You know you’ll never replace me!” You said sticking your tongue out to him. “I would never replace you Y/N” he said sweetly. “Oh come on you melt, let’s go dance!” You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the beach where there was a dj set up and a crowd of people dancing. As you were pulling him to dance, you finished off your drink. As you got closer you felt the bass go through your body. Armin let go of your hand and yelled to you,” I’m going to finish my drink before I join you onto the dance floor.” You nodded to him and went to join the crowd. You got to the middle of the floor and you lost yourself to the beat. You didn’t notice when a stranger got close to you and slowly started to grind against you. You ignored the advancement from the stranger and tried to put space between you guys. That’s when he grabbed your hand. You turned around to cuss the person out but as you met the eyes of the person holding your hand hostage, your whole body went still. All the feelings and memories you tried to ignore for years came flooding back. The stranger pulled you closer to him. “Are you real?” You questioned the stranger. “Yes Y/N, I’m completely real and I’m right here.” The dark haired man said. Tears slowly started to fill your eyes and he had noticed. He continued to hold your hand as he pulled you away from the crowd. By this time the sun was getting ready to set. The skies were painted with blues, pinks and purples. It was absolutely stunning. Seeing him here was a dream come true. “Where did you go?” You asked him with a frown painting your face. “My father had to relocate due to a new job. But don’t worry. I’m finally here now.” He replied with a sweet smile. You embraced him, with tears streaming down your face. He returned the embrace by wrapping his arms around you. “I thought you would’ve moved on after I left.” He confessed. You shook your head, “ I could never replace you, Eren.” He smiled and looked down upon you. You looked up at him and stared into his beautiful sea blue eyes. You also noticed his hair has gotten longer and was kept into a bun. You giggled at that fact he was sporting a man bun. “What’s so funny, Y/N?” He asked curiously. “The fact that your hair has gotten longer and that it’s in a man bun.” You giggled. “I can always wear it down if you would like?” He blushed. You shook your head and reached up to touch his cheeks with your fingers. He leaned into your familiar touch. You had missed this for years. As you got lost in thought you didn’t realize he was closing in the gap between you. You closed your eyes to accept the long awaited kiss from years ago. As his lips reached yours, a wave of electricity was sent through your body. The kiss happened in the most picture perfect way. The sun hitting the horizon and the moon started to peek out. You didn’t realize you had been kissing him for awhile until he pulled away, leaving you breathless. “I never want to stop doing that with you.” He confessed with a blush forming on his cheeks. You blushed deeply at the confession, “I want to do that with you always.” He grinned and pulled you into another heart stopping kiss. He was absolutely perfect. You wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him closer. As you did that motion, he followed it with wrapping his arms around your waist. As you pulled away to catch your breath, the look of his eyes was almost enough to send you over the edge. The lust and the love for you shining through. “Join me tonight in my room?” You whispered to him. He blushed and nodded. You took his hand into yours and made your way back to the hotel. Once you got back into your room, you already knew this was going to be the best night of your life. As soon as the door clicked shut, Eren locked it. With a mischievous grin he stalked towards you. Like an animal stalking it’s prey. You backed up until you hit the bed and that’s when he had practically pounced onto you. To the present~ As you stood at the alter with Armin by your side, you sighed. “What’s wrong girly?” Armin asked. “I just can’t believe that this is the most important date and he’s late. I swear he’s never going to hear the end of it.” You said with a hint of attitude. Armin chuckled at the response and before he could say anything, Eren had walked through the doors in a rush. His tie practically flying behind him. You chuckled at the sight knowing you could never be mad at him. “Nice of you to join us Eren,” Armin joked with him. Eren’s adopted sister following right behind him cursing him about being late. “At least I made it.” Eren said with an innocent grin. Gosh you lived this man so much. You took one long glance at him and his messy hair. His adopted sister, Mikasa, went to smooth it out before the ceremony started. Mikasa stood at her brothers side as Armin stood by yours. You wore a classic white dress to renew your vows with the love of your life. After that fantastic night in the Bahamas, he had proposed. And of course you said yes! After being engaged for a year, you guys finally tied the knot. And goodness was that a night to remember as well. Now it’s been 4 years married to the light of your life. As the minister finished with vows, Eren grinned and pulled you close. He gave you an electrifying kiss that left you stunned. This man knew how to push all your buttons. So you decided to play at his game and kissed him back with just as much passion. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the alter. “I have a surprise for you.” He told you with such joy. “Oh do you now?” You asked with a chuckle. He nodded and pulled you into the cab that was on standby. He pulled out two plane tickets to the Bahamas. You squealed with joy,” My love! You didn’t?” “Oh yes I did.” He exclaimed. You grabbed the tickets and examined them to make sure they were real. You handed them back once you finally realized they were real. You sat there staring at him in complete awe. You never thought that this was what your life would be like. Spending everyday with the love of your life. What a dream it was. “Did you already pack the suitcases?!” You nearly forgot to ask the most important question. He nodded and kissed your cheek. “Of course I did, mi amor.” (translation to “my love in Spanish) You closed your eyes in complete bliss awaiting what’s to come in the future. A few years later~ You sat down by a tree in the shade to block away the sunshine. You hear your oldest child laughing at Eren. “Come on guys, it’s time for lunch.” You called out to them. You pulled out the picnic basket filled with fruits and sandwiches. They both looked at each other and Eren said to the child,” I’ll race you to mommy.” The toddler already started running before Eren could even start. He started to laugh and jogged up to the child. He picked him and placed him onto his shoulders and the kid acted like a plane racing through the skies. You loved this this sight so much and can’t wait to see more of it. They both got over to you and sat down next to you. Eren wrapped one arm around your shoulders and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Mommy when will sissy be born?” The child asked. You and Eren both chuckled and you patted your very pregnant belly. “Soon mi amor.. soon.” You smiled to the child. ~Fin -We do not own story or images used-

Handle With Care By Anjana V. Damn! She was doing it again. Even in weapon form, Soul could feel his entire body stiffen as his thought processes sputtered to a halt, losing track of everything except the slim fingers running deliberately up and down his haft. Maka always did this- only during practice and never in battle, thank god- this slow, torturous caressing of his weapon handle whenever she paused to consider her next move in the middle of sparring. She had told him that it helped her think, keeping her hands busy like that. Well with the way she was bearing down with her palms and rhythmically flexing each finger, she must have been doing a hell of a lot of thinking. Which was probably good because Soul was struggling to string two thoughts together which was decidedly NOT cool. Think of anything else! Uhhh, jazz musicians selling out to play pop, broken chord progressions, Maka playing piano. He mentally shuddered at this last one in particular, letting his sense of superior taste finally help him feel like his usual, cool self again. “Soul, focus! They’re keeping outside our range, I need you to modify your length! Are you even paying attention?” Maka’s chastising thoughts cut through Soul’s sense of relief and reminded him that he was still in the middle of a fight. “Yeah yeah,” Soul replied, forcing himself to ignore the sight of her biting her lips in concentration as she stared down Black Star and Tsubaki. “Of course I’m paying attention! You just need me to-” The rest of his response was lost to a deep groan as Maka suddenly slid a hand up to the base of his scythe head and twisted sharply to adjust her grip. He prayed that Maka hadn’t heard the sound the move had pulled out of him, completely forgetting to adjust his form as requested. Maka either hadn’t heard or was convincingly pretending she hadn’t, offering no response or reaction except for- was that a slight smirk? Before Soul could consider more closely, Maka took off in a sprint, confidently ducking under Black Star’s guard and deflecting a giant shuriken-form Tsubaki before resting Soul’s blade gently against Black Star’s neck. “Look at that,” Maka thought smugly towards Soul, “You didn’t even need the extra length.” As the weapons returned to human form, Maka immediately swept Tsubaki away with a coy backwards glance at Soul, who was left staring after her open-mouthed. “Seemed like you were struggling a bit today so I just handled it. You know, for such a cool guy, you’re looking pretty heated up.” While Black Star demanded an immediate rematch, Soul silently processed his whiplash from the abrupt end to the fight and Maka’s cryptic parting remarks. Tuning out his overly loud friend, Soul ran a hand tiredly over his face. He’d have to talk to her about this, he wasn’t sure how many more sparring sessions like this one he could take. Despite commanding all the power of a fully fledged death scythe, somehow the thought of confronting his partner about this had him feeling as nervous as a rookie again. ~~~ That night, Soul found himself outside Maka’s door reconsidering his decision. To calm down after the sparring session, he’d spent hours at the piano losing himself in music. Despite that, standing at her threshold now brought all his agitation bubbling to the surface, although he couldn’t quite figure out exactly why. As he stood in the cool night air wavering between knocking and fleeing, Maka wrenched the door open. “Are you coming in or not? Tsubaki’s going to be here soon so if you wanna talk, make it snappy.” Startled, but prompted into action by Maka’s sharp gaze, Soul stepped into the house, lingering nervously by the entrance. He swallowed and found his throat to be surprisingly dry. “Yes?” Maka prompted, impatient at his continued silence. Soul coughed once to clear his throat and said, “We need to talk. About how you spar. Or we spar. Our sparring. It’s…. It’s not working for me. I mean, I’m not working with it. I mean- I just…” Maka interrupts his fumbling explanation, “Sparring? Did you notice something wrong when we were training? You’ve gotta be more clear, what exactly isn’t working?” Staring pointedly at the carpet, Soul haltingly replies , “It’s… the way you handle me. When you pause to think, you… the way you touch me. It’s distracting and it makes it hard for me to focus on anything except….” As he trails off, he sneaks a glance at Maka, hoping he’s said enough and she’d understood. She meets his eyes with an unreadable expression, holding his gaze for what feels like a small eternity before breaking into an impish smile. “Why Soul,” she says, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “That doesn’t sound like a problem with us. That sounds like a problem with you. But don’t worry, I’m sure with proper training it’s something you can overcome.” Not breaking eye contact, Maka takes a step forward, forcing Soul to stumble backward. “I…what…training?” Soul stammers, confused at the turn the conversation has taken “But I-” Moving closer still, Maka interrupts before he can finish, “Don’t worry, as your partner I’ll be sure to help you get all the practice you need. There’s really no reason to be so nervous.” Soul lets out a strangled laugh at the irony- somehow her reassurances only make him more nervous. Closing the last of the distance between them, Maka wraps her hands around Soul’s wrists as they hang limply by his sides. Staring down at her hands on his arms, she continues in a lower tone, “It’s good you told me though. Even after all these years as partners I had no idea you had this kind of… weak point. We should really get a better sense of what kind of handling sets you off. You know, to plan for the future.” Soul wracks his brain for any kind of response as Maka firmly runs her hands over the insides of his wrists, up his arms and over his biceps to rest lightly on his shoulders. He stares at her wide-eyed, heart thumping loudly, unsure what to make of the situation. Maka tilts her head quizzically, “Hmmm, that didn’t seem to get much of a reaction.” The tiniest hint of the impish smile from earlier teases the corners of her lips, betraying her serious tone. She sweeps her hands up to circle his neck, pressing just enough to force him lightly back against the door which shuts with a soft click behind him. Soul’s heartbeat kicks into a gallop and his face grows hot, but he still can’t seem to utter a word. “There we are,” Maka purrs, “First weakness, two-handed grips high up by the neck. Noted.” As she releases his neck, Soul lets out the breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. The relief is short lived however as Maka’s hands slide decisively down to his pecs instead, provoking a short, sharp inhale from him. After that she’s relentless, running her fingers over every inch of his torso, playing him like a piano. No, not a piano, because Maka at a piano had never been close to this good. Wait, good? Soul’s thoughts are in complete disarray. No, this is torture. Despite the thought, Soul finds he can’t muster even an ounce of will to put a stop to Maka’s attentions. It’s too much. It’s not enough. Just as he thinks he’ll go mad, Soul gathers himself to tell Maka that something has to change or he’s going to lose it. He pulls his head forward- when had it fallen back against the door? - to find Maka gazing up at him. She looks directly at him with charged intensity, electricity passing between them. “Is it not enough?” She asks, as she slides her hands firmly down over his hip bones to rest her fingertips at the top of his pants. And suddenly it’s too much. Soul jerks his head to the side just in time as a nosebleed erupts from his face. Surprised, Maka jumps back and the two stand in silence for just a brief second before Soul wrenches the door open and sprints into the night. As he flees, he passes a surprised Tsubaki who makes her way up to Maka’s still ajar front door. “What was that about?” Tsubaki asks her friend who’s still standing at the doorway, “Did Blair transform unexpectedly again?” “No,” Maka replies, with a deeply self satisfied smirk, “I was just laying some plans for the future.” -We do not own story or images used-