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• He finds out on his own. Like the little gossip girl he is.
• He thought it was a bit strange how you reacted in the change rooms and shower rooms; you’d avoided everyone’s eyes, blush, stutter, you name it. Every Japanese school girl cliche there was (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ. In fact, you’d avoid everyone at all costs.
• ☝️You always opted for the stall showers and never soaked in the tub w/ the rest the boys. ✌️You’d wrap the towel around your whole torso.
• You also seemed to get along with the girls better and was never pervy about it, even if everyone teased you on which one you liked. You’d say that they’re nice but they’re not your type.
• There was a time when your hair, or lack of, was the reason you escaped a titan. And you said how you were glad you didn’t have long hair "anymore". Now that he thinks of it, it must have been in passing, but it garnered the question “how long was it?” and “down to my elbows” is what you said with a fleeting tweeked look.
• Not to mention, you had a feminine physique and pretty face. NOT THAT HE’S LOOKING BUT HE TOTALLY IS. when he gets caught a few by Mikasa and Eren, he mentions it as a stuttered, “prolonged stare”.
• Although he will admit he’s not the most masculine guy, he was still one to recognize certain traits. You were nurturing by nature, you were conscious about your looks, you complimented and commented on things that confused the guys “I would have never noticed that.” 
• You once buttoned his shirt and tapped his nose at the end without intent, he knows it was a mistake because you jumped back with a blush and rubbed your neck putting on a deeper voice saying “no homo” but everyone after that said much homo.

• At first he isn’t sure what to make of it, he questions why you would need to pretend in the military? Did you do it before you joined? Do you not like being a girl?
• To the last one; Do you not like being a girl? He thinks it is a hard no. He sees how you act around the other girls, so carefree. And around the guys, tense and acting like someone else.
• Ymir makes fun of you saying you’re gay, you didn’t look offended. It didn’t effect you, he knows that if he was called gay, or if Eren, or Jean or Connie, it would be an attack on their masculinity. But your calm comeback “no you.” and stuck your tongue out at her was a dead giveaway.

• One day, when you’re both sitting together on your own, awkwardly (and out of the blue tbh) “Are you transgendered?” he asks.
• When you get over the initial shock and fear, seeing it’s just Armin, you explain your situation in detail it seems to be a lot to accept but in the end he accepts you fully
• “Sorry, I’ve never met anyone who’s done that before.. It’s a bit new.” he spoke honestly.

• When he dresses up as Christa he understands a bit more. “The breeze is kind of nice.” he whoosies the skirt back and forth as you giggle. 
• “What about the wig, how’s it with longer hair?”
• “I like it because it warms my shoulders but it’s a bit heavy.” he plays with it, “I feel pretty.”  your smile becomes frownish, “Mmh.”  “What is it?”
• “I miss having longer hair now.” you run fingers through your pixie cut.
• “I think you look nice.” he turns slightly pink.
• “Thank you. But it’s not just about looking nice… I feel so unfeminine…”
• “Hmm, well-”
• “It’s alright Armin you don’t have to fix everything for me-”

• “Christa has turned out to be someone completely different but nobody batted an eye.” he argues. “The fleet is so small that socially you’ll be accepted.”
•  
• “Yes, while this is true, I think it’s a bit more complicated than you think.”

• He feels closer to you than the others and neither of you mind it. When someone calls him gay you defend him but it only made it worse.
• Eren even asks him privately “Armin? You gay?”
• “What!? Not you too.” Armin groans and goes back to saddling.
• “Well, it just seems like you and Reader are getting super close.”
• “We’re friends. I think he’s brave and smart, that’s why I don’t mind him so much.”
• “I’m not surprised.” a hand lands on the poor coconut head’s shoulder, “Armin is totally a bottom. Reader is too. How could two bottoms not be friends?”
• “What’s a bottom?” Eren asks.
• Jean smirks. Connie sighs “it’s to do with sex.” they then go into detail making EVERYONE in the room blush. Reiner coughs and excuses himself.
• Although, Armin thinks they’re wrong. In the sense you do seem a bit timid in the change rooms and bunks, but when you’re sparring or slaying titans you seem so confident. He starts to think you’re a ‘top’.

• Armin can’t stop thinking about you as a woman from that day on. Everytime he sees you bend over, whenever you change, whenever you smile. It starts to really get him on. 
• Thinking about you on top of him, how warm you’d be and how nice you probably don’t really smell but the idea was nice. He hated thinking so pervy especially when Eren and Mikasa asked if he was alright. With a blush he said yes.
• He thinks about your situation again. How hard it must be to keep up a facade.

• He starts to almost follow you around base to the point that you ask if he’s okay. 
• He blushes, “actually, Reader, I really like you.”
• “Oh… oh! Thanks?”
• “‘Thanks?’”
• “Well, sorry. So, you think I’m pretty? Is it because we’ve gotten closer?”
• “Of course, I think you’re a great person to be around. You listen and care about things other than you, you’re brave and would never intentionally hurt someone. And… and it may be because I know you’re a girl, but these are my feelings it doesn’t matter how I got to them.”
• You smile, thinking he is brave.
• You two decide to date in secret. Still spending time in each other’s bunk, staying and talking with the other guys.

• You started sitting thigh against thigh. You gave him back rubs since it was a good excuse to touch until Jean asked for one too. 
• You went out on walks where you could finally hold his hand, hide behind trees to hug. 
• It made him nervous having his crotch so close to you. 
• You kissed him and he kissed you back. He wasn’t bad at kissing, he put his all into it with a lot of focus.
• He made a lot of cute sounds.
• He knew it would be too much if he touched you so his hands were either on your biceps, neck or waist.
• But you? you liked to travel, feeling up everything (but his dick). You once pinch his butt and get a small yelpish-gasp. “Sorry.” “no, it just surprised me. I- I like it when you touch me.” he smiled.
• You debate inviting him to shower with you but thought the poor bean couldn’t handle it.
• Little did you know, in secret he was touching himself that thought (and others). He would think about your body , and your face at first. But after weeks he started to think about you touching him. He wondered what your hands felt like, your kisses, and after an even longer duration of time, jerked himself off to the thought of your mouth on his pee pee. 

• One day, and he knows he shouldn’t have. He comes into the showers to take a peek.
• He hopes to never forget the foaming bubbles, your glistening skin.
• He runs out, hitting his knee on the door frame but manages to keep going.
• He runs back to his bunk and rushes into bed.
• “Armin?” Eren rubs his eyes. “Where were you? You forgot to close the door.” 
• “I-I had to get some water but captain Levi saw me and told me to get to bed.”
• “I would run from him too.” he rolls over.

• He couldn’t look at you anymore. 
• But doesn’t avoid you, it’s just clear he’s more delicate around you.
• Shares his food a bit more. Is startled a bit more.

• One day in sparring, Captain Levi had you and Mikasa for examples. When you two started wrestling Armin lost all control!
• Later (after a “bathroom” break) he approached Eren about it
• “It went up?
• “It went up!”
• “It Went Up!” Eren wipes his face, “We-well, um, I- errh. I don’t know if Mikasa likes you like that-” Eren says with an expression of guilt.
• OwO
• “What is it, Armin?”
• Shyly he leans back on his heels, “It’s not Mikasa I like.” coconut head admits.
• OWO
• “Eren?” Armin reached out a hand. Eren’s trance finally receded.
• “You are gay.”
• “Nani!? No, it’s complicated… I like hr-im” Armin clears his throat. “But I don’t like other b-boys. Just him. We’ve actually been dating for a little while. But don’t tell anyone! I trust you but I think s-he won’t like it if anyone else knows.”
• …
• “Eren? Are you... alright? You look ditzed.”
• “Did you two fuck that other night?” Eren asks with gritted teeth.
• “WAT!”

BONUS

•   Eventually you did invite him to the showers. You were nervous about the upcoming mission and decided it would be good to do stuff and not be a virgin, in the most unfortunate event you or him or both die.
• “Disgusting brats, always naive but you’re old enough to know this isn’t how you use a shower.” a booming voice warned.
• “Ca-captain Levi!” Armin shouted, hiding you behind him and his ding dong behind his hands.
• “Cadet Arlert, I really didn’t think you were the type to act like such a punk.”
• “S-sorry, sir!”
• “Cadet Reader? …. I didn’t peg you to not have a peg.”

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It was the last time, the last time you would get the best of him. You had always pranked him and although Armin advised against it, it was time for his revenge.

You had always gone to shower when everyone wouldn’t be in the bunks. You said it’s embarrassing, and that you’ve always been insecure of bacne (back acne) and scars. You even endured the small penis jokes just for some privacy. That’s why he was going to prank you like this.

His plan was to scare you and see what you’re so insecure about. … yes, very creative.

He sneaked around in and crossed around the corner. The shower hissed signalling someone, most likely you, were still there. It was the far shower in the corner you stood under. He saw you from where he crouched.

You seemed to be enjoying the shower when you turned around, and to his shock, you flashed him your tits.

“He’s… a girl?” he stumbled back, hitting his head and causing a loud thump “owch.” he rubbed it. The shower went off, he tried to duck for cover but hit his head on a bench. He knew by the halting feet slapping and the loud gasp that you saw him. He turned around, he was laying on the floor looking like he was trying to escape. You were wrapped in a towel when he looked. 

“Nice evening, isn’t it?” he laughed nervously, chillaxing.

“Eren? What are you doing here?”

“So what if I saw you naked.” he immediately jumped.

“Eren… tell if you saw something.”

“I dOn’T kNoW wHaT yOu mEaN.” he shot out. Your eyes narrowed at the boy. “Well, did I see that you’re a girl… then yeah.” he turns away.

You looked away apprehensively. “You won’t… you won’t tell anyone will you?”

“Au.” he was a bit speechless at the vulnerability in your voice. 

He turns to check your expression that reads obvious vulnerability, “No, I won’t. It can be our secret.”

“Thank you… I- I don’t know what to say…” she looked over. “OH GOSH YOU HAVE A NOSE BLEED”

“I do? I do!” shouts covering his nose. You use your towel without thinking, he looks up at you knocking your noggins together “gah!” you both groan in pain.

“What are you trying to do!? Flash me?”

“Sor-ry for being nice enough to let you bloody the only thing covering me!”

“Don’t say that!” a hand goes to readjust his pants.

“What? Do you have a fucking boner?”

“Wha-!” he looks scared but regains his certain look, “what do you expect when a cute girl is half naked, tending to my wound!?”

“Oh. my. god. It’s Not A Wound! Your Blood Pressure Went Up,,, Just Like Your Dick!”

“So? Doesn’t that just mean I’m healthy? I bet your nipples are erect!”

“What does that prove!?”

“That’s A Girl Boner!”

“WHAT!?”

...

“What were you doing in here anyways?”

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It started off fine. A fine day, a fine lunch, then a fine relaxing evening.

Around 12pm, his parched tongue got up from his bed to the chilly kitchen, carrying his fine glass.

The tap was loud in this room. Blurry eyes blinked at the white straps hanging from the dish rack hook.

“Why are someone’s panties hanging here?” he squints, not really caring any other way. “oh… it’s a mask.”

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You had always been embarrassed that you were blind. You were born like this. You were born with a disease that slowly progressed into complete blindness at the age of 14. Your family was only understanding of the situation and couldn’t logically blame you for anything.

You were the eldest child in the family so you were expected to take over the family company, unfortunately however, your family was in the art industry. You even owned the biggest gallery in London and Japan.

You were happy to offer the position to your younger brother, because he had a fascination in paintings and could recite anything about techniques and historical figures and their influence. But you still felt like an embarrassment to your family.

Your family tried to be supportive, your little sister even painted your cane in ‘pretty’ colours. You used it everyday because you knew it made her happy. And you knew she made it violet and yellow, your favourite. (sorry if it ain’t your faves ‘:{ )

It was hard to explain what it was like. Not just your disability but your feelings and the complications. 

You were forced to study more often, it became a habit not to leave for anything.

You had friends that would leave and come back. You weren’t their responsibility, you understood why and let them know it was okay. Because at the end of the day being alone is what you were, what you saw.

One day you overheard what a boy thought of you. “Reader? she’s just very plain looking.”

You couldn’t help how plain looking you were, you couldn’t see yourself! You wore what your mother set out for you. You didn’t wear makeup, you didn’t brush your hair for style. What was the point if you were blind! It actually made you upset to dress up because you couldn’t appreciate it, you didn’t want to be reminded of art. It reminded you of the boy you were supposed to marry. His family backed out of the arrangement because they were worried blindness is genetic.

“Have you heard about the host club in music room #3?”

“No? Host club? I don’t think any of the boys would come to see me, I’m ‘plain’ looking.” you explained but she playfully hit your shoulder.

“No! You go to them. They’re all so cute! Go after lunch, they’re open during the science fair.”

You entered the club around the middle of it. Most were busy with other guests. You heard the chatting and clicks of plates. It was nice to hear everyone’s giggles.

You set your walking stick against the door to fix the pad in your shoe.

“Hello!” a cheery voice chirps. His voice came from a lower height.

Your head lifts up “Um, hello? My name is Reader. This is my first time here.”

“I know, I think I would remember someone as cute~ as you.” you blush. 

“Oh, that’s very kind-”you say, your flustered state allowed him to pull you further into the room.

“Do you want to eat cake with me?” he was so cute!

“That sounds wonderful, cute-chan.” I agreed with a nod.

A hand suddenly grabbed me, pulling. Yes, he was shorter. You didn’t get to grab your stick but you were comfortable without it.

He let go, you assumed you were near a chair so you reached out for it. “How old are you?” you asked.

“I’m a third year. How about you?”

“I’m a first year. You sound so cute for someone your age.”

“Or maybe everyone is too tall~” he noms on something.

“Honey! How am I going to get your attention if you keep inviting new girls!” someone pouts.

“I know I’m small but there’s enough of me to go around.” he giggles.

A respectable presence approaches, “Mitsukuni, you should be more responsible. You might hurt someone’s heart.” (Moe wiped his cheeks free of icing)

You face whomever it was with the warm presence. “Wow, you have a lovely voice.” you comment with a blush.

“Do you want to sit with Takashi-chan!”

“Sure.”

Sitting with Moe “umm, hehe, are you still there?”

“Hn.” you assumed he nodded. You sweat dropped.

“Um. I’m not sure if this would work. I would like someone who talks a lot.”

“I understand.” you both stand.

“Could you help me over to who is?”

“Of course.” he stood up, offering you his elbow. (he grazed your hands outstretched with it)

“Tamaki-san. I think I have a guest for you.”

“For me? Wow, you’ve brought such a gift for me, Moe-kun.” he holds you intimately. You could tell by the feeling of his movements he looked quite graceful. “What brings such a beautiful princess to my door.”

“Beautiful? You-you don’t think I’m plain looking?” you blush, placing fingers to your lips.

“Plain? That’s the perfect word for you-” an irk mark twitches and a sweatdrop forms. “-plain beautiful that is.” he continues, ignoring your body language. “If I could look at your face everyday I think your radiance would blind me~”

“Ha.” you let out. “Thank you-”

“Is something wrong, mon amour?”

“I uh, think that I should see a different person.”

A sound gets caught in his throat. “You- do you not think this knight admires such a beauty like you~”

“I just think I’m looking for someone with a different personality type.”

“Oh.” he hums sadly.

“It’s not about you- well I guess it is, but it’s not you it’s me.”

“Tamaki-kun. I think our guest would maybe prefer a natural type like Haruki than a prince type.”

"As the King of The Host club I want to make a proper impression that seems your knight is someone else. Your probably right, mommy dear-”

‘Now I know he didn’t just say that in front of me.’

“This way, LaStname-san.”

“You know my name?”

“Of course I do. My family has ties with the LaStname’s galleries. Here, my elbow is in front of you.”

“Oh! Thank you very much.”

“There’s no furniture until we reach him.”

“Haruhi. Sorry to interrupt your private session but it is three minutes overdue.”

“No problem, Marino was just leaving. Bye.”

“This is a new guest. I think she would like being with a natural like you.”

“Is that so? Well, nice to meet you.”

“And you as well. You have a lovely tone.”

“Oh, ha. Thank you. What’s your name?”

“Reader. You’re Haruhi?”

“Yes. come sit.”

“...”

“Uh, can you lead me to it? I can’t actually see, I’m blind.”

“Oh? of course.” he came up and took my hand which I expected. Not many knew to offer the elbow. “Sorry I didn’t know-”

“No that’s exactly why there’s no need to be sorry, you didn’t know.” you smile.

As you talk, it becomes apparent how easy it is to talk with one another.

“You’re a first year? I’m surprised I haven’t seen you then.”

“I’m actually in a special course for only a few. I can’t exactly learn from lectures in regular classes because they draw on the board. I have a couple learning assistants, they read to me, help translate the braille into regular english.”

“Oh, I never really thought about specialties for disabilities. Is it hard?”

“I get extra extensions for my extensions, if that answers you.”

“Hn. so what brings you to the host club?”

“Who’s this Haruhi?” a voice jumps up from behind the couch.

Another adds, “A new friend?”

“Yes this is Reader-chan. She was just telling me she hasn’t been to a host club before.”

“Reader I hope you don’t mind if I take a restroom break.” you nod to Haruhi.

“Is that so?”

“It would be a shame if this was your only time, wouldn’t that, Hikaru?”

“It would only mean I get more time with you, Kaoru.”

They struck a brotherly pose that seemed to have no effect on you. You sat there with dot eyes.

“Uh, is someone going to speak?” they glance at each other.

“We were hoping you would. We wanted to hear your beautiful voice.” the first voice spoke and presumably took your hand and kissed it.

“It’s really the sound of an angel.” the other voice added, “isn’t that right, Kaoru?”

“Brother, can’t you notice her angelic radiance? She’s as beautiful as the sky is blue.”

“Haha. now I know that isn’t true.” you laugh.

“You don’t believe my brother?”

“Well, to be honest it’s hard to believe any of you. Beautiful? Radiant? Angelic? Those words have never been ones to describe me.”

“Are you accusing me of lying?” Hikaru turned your face to him by your chin.

“No! Maybe just living in a fantasy world.” you suddenly stood. “Excuse me I would like to get going.” you stumbled around.

The boys watched you struggle to the opposite direction of the door.

“Oh! Reader.” the door closed. “Leaving so soon?” Haruhi asked.

“Yes. I'm a bit tired and I shouldn’t keep my TA waiting any longer. Do you mind showing me the door?”

“Of course.” he smiled.

Hikaru and Kaoru watched from their seats. “Do you think she’ll be back?”

“Nah,” Hikaru stood. “Who cares, she obviously doesn’t belong here. It’s only fun when they go along with the act.”

Later that evening (after school). You realized how stubbornly it was to walk out your painted walking stick.

You were hoping it’d be over, hopefully they met every other day.

“Well if it isn’t Fantasy-san. You’re a bit early, the club doesn’t start for five minutes.”

“It’s you. Actually I was in such a rush I forgot my walking stick. It’s yellow and violet.”

“Oh that thing? Why not get another one?”

“My sister painted specially for me so it’s important.”

“Here. Kyoya said you might come back.” he held out the stick for you but seeing as you made no move  he grazed the back of your hand with it. You gently took it. “You’re blind.” he observed.

“Yeah.” you nervously chuckle.

“That’s why you were so weird running away.

“I wasn’t running away.”

“Your right there was too much stumbling-”

“I’m blind. It kinda makes it hard to walk around freely.”

“It doesn’t affect your feet, does it?”

“No. Obviously, however it’s scary walking when you don’t know what’s in front of you.”

The following day you came back.

“LaStname-san? It’s nice to see you again. Club starts soon but not now.”

“Okay, should I wait outside?”

“Only a couple minutes.”

“Ok.” you were about to leave but questioned. “Do I have to reserve time with someone?”

“Oh, is there someone you were hoping to be with?” He admits unsurprised

“Yes. one of the twins. I don’t know his name just that his voice is like Natsu from Fairytail.” 

“Usually the twins are a packaged deal-”

“Why don’t I sit with both of them then.”

“For how long?”

“10 minutes.”

“10?”

“That’ll give me the time to figure which one I want next time.”

You heard scribbles. What you didn’t see was the smirk on his face.

“10 minutes with the twins. See you in 5 minutes then.”

“Well if it isn’t Fantasy-chan.”

“My name is LaStname Reader.” you sweatdrop.

“Honestly I think Hikaru is a bit surprised to see you back.” the more so nasally voice commented.

“I’m more surprised she has us for 10 minutes.”

You smile, pointing your face at him. “Are you Hikaru?” you ask.

A couple days later you returned.

“Welcome back, LaStname-san. It’s lovely seeing you again.”

“Hello, Kyoya-san. Nice to see you too. I was hoping I could sit with Hikaru.”

“The twins have a couple private session but I could place you in after the first.”

“That would be fine. And I was just hoping for Hikaru.”

He blinked then smirked. “Of course, whatever you would like LaStname-san.”

You waited at a table, everything set up for your session.

“Sorry to keep you waiting-”

“Kaoru? I’m sorry but I told Kyoya I only wanted Hikaru.”

He blinked at your blushy face.

“No offense! I just, like his voice better. No Offense!”

“His voice? I hope there isn’t anything wrong with mine.” he plays

“No! Of course not. I just like his stand-offish attitude, and his voice is… soothing. He sounds like Natsu from Fairytail!” you laugh. “And no offense to your selling point but I don’t like the twincescery.”

“I’ll- I’ll go grab him

“You wanted to see me, Reader-kouhai?”

You: -_- "We're the same age, baka." you move your stick to the seat next to you and he sits on the couch adjacent to you. After a few minutes you ask-  “Aren’t you going to entertain me?”

“I don’t know what with? My brother and me are the act-”

“I just want to talk casually.”

“Casually?”

“Yeah, like we’re friends.” you say cheerfully.

“Why are you even here if you don’t want to fall in love with me.”

“Contrary to this club’s belief, it’s more romantic to not be hyper romantic. I like it better.”

“Seems kind of dull. There’s no pazazz.”

“There’s plenty pazazz.”

“How do you know I'm Hikaru?”

“Your voice is a dead give away. Haruhi told me you two were identical but I don't think so. You are... are different in... my eyes. Ha, I guess that's the right saying."

“...” he sat there almost on the edge of his seat, studying your face.

“Are- are you going to say anything?” your eyes dart back and forth.

“Ah-” he clears his throat, “It’s just- that it’s rare to meet someone who can tell the difference.”

“Oh? It can be kind of funny right?”

“Huh?” that was not at all how he felt.

“When people don’t realize I’m blind; I wish I could see the look on their face when they find out. Sometimes I can guess what it looks like from their voice but it’s not the same, obviously.”

“Do you know what others look like by their voice?” he asked unfiltered.

“I don’t have echolocation.” you sweatdrop. “I know that people have a nose and lips and eyes. If I’m described their face I can guess. I wasn’t born blind, most people aren’t born blind they become, slowly over time they lose it… sometimes I remember what things used to look like and sometimes it’s sad when I don’t get to see what others do.”

“ Will you ever get to know someone’s appearance? What about that movie-”

“‘Mask’. Everyone always asks. I think touching someone’s face is intimate… a little unhygienic too.” you cringe. “What’s it like to not be told a part?”

“Trust issues, identity borrowing, pranking people. The usual.” he says nonchalantly.

“Isn’t that the truth. I-”

“Is this really how you like to be talked to?”

“Yeah! This is the most a boy has talked to me since- … since my ex-fiance.”

“Oh~ what’s this? What happened to a future together.”

“Hmm” I smiled at the hum. “After my diagnosis was confirmed his family decided it would be best not to introduce genetic blindness.”

“What a load of bull. Like it’s your fault-”

“I don’t think that was implied-”

“No, they chickened out like geese.”

“What?”

“Whatever.”

“At least I don’t have to marry someone I barely know.” you considered.

“Tsk, if my mom ever came home with that idea…” he trails off. 

“I’m sure your mother would worry you’ll include your brother in your vows.” you joke.

“Haha.” he mocks, a devious grin forming. He jumps up climbing over your lap, he grabs your chin in his fingers and whispers close to your ear, “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind caring for us in sickness~ and in health.” he flirts, prolonging the ‘nesss’.

You blush but whisper back, “who’s going to guide me to your bedside if both of you are sick?” he leans back dumbfounded, you continue. “I hope you don’t mind I accidently spill the soup on your laps.” you joke.

He sits beside you staring at your face. He hacks out a laugh, holding his belly. You smile at his mood.

“You should come more often, Fantasy-chan.” he wipes a tear. 

“It’s a little embarrassing to tell my mom I’m spending my allowance at a host club.”

You feel his arm move in a shrug, “Maybe I’ll take you out and change your hair, at least I wouldn’t be embarrassed to be seen with you. Do you know if you had ginger hair it’d look good with the violet and yellow of your cane. Brown eyeshadow would look nice too.” 

A/N LOLOLOL i’m ginger and wear brown mascara wearing purple shirts LOL

“... do you think I’m plain looking?” he’s taken aback. “Honestly. I heard a boy say it, it’s the reason I started coming-”

“I just thought you didn’t care because you're blind.”

“That’s part of it…”

“Part of it? What’s the rest?”

“... My family owes art galleries and I can’t see…”

“What’s that got to do with your looks? Doesn’t that mean you have stylish parents? Why don’t they dress you?”

“...”

“Whatever. How about we go to the mall after the club is done and get you new clothes.”

“What?” you speak surprised.

“That’s it, that’s it. Now look over here.” he points the camera at you. Which you give an unimpressed face to. “Right, sorry, forgot.”

You giggle. It’s something you thought you’d want the opposite of, but the fact he always forgot made you feel like you didn’t look blind.

“That was such a fun day.” you plop in the car.

“Yeah it was alright.” he nonchalantly has a smirk. “Everyday is fun with me to be honest.”

“You? A fun guy?” you joke.

“Of course me!” you giggle and thread your arm through his. “I wish this day wouldn’t end. I could have more fun.” you scrunch up your face, rubbing your cheek on his shoulder. He laughs. “What?”

“You forgot you’re wearing makeup.” 

“Oi! Don’t make fun of me, fun guy.” he chuckles stopping your hand from rubbing the blush off your other cheek. He places a hand on your thigh as the other one placed a strand of hair behind your ear. “I like your haircut.”

“It is the one you chose.” you laugh but freeze when his thumb grazes your lip.

“Well if you saw what I see you’d like it a lot.”

“Are we talking about my-” he cuts you off with a kiss. You blink, now unneeding of the rubbed makeup, “Me likey a lot.” you say and kiss and again.

You had no idea whose lips were whose. His hand moved to your farthest hip and the other massaged the back of your head. Making you face him.

Feeling his narrow shoulders were heavenly. Feeling up his bicep. This was your chance! 

He pulled away, “do you want to continue this? My parents own a hotel.”

“A hotel?”

“I am one of Ouran’s most attractive boys.”

“A hotel tells me you’ve done this before.” -_- the romantic feelings tiny bit subside.

“No girl has ever told my brother and I apart, a hotel means I’m rich.”

You laugh, contemplating the offer. “Okay, fi-”

He presses a button, “driver, can you have us driven to Yelette hotel.”

“This room is amazing! I bet the food service is the same.” you become shy, “that is if we’re allowed to indulge.” :x

“I thought our plan of action was obvious.” he pouted yet his tummy growled. “Fine.” he gave in. it sounded that he picked up a phone “bring a couple menus to our room, ones with Braille.” he placed it back.

You laid on your stomach, “oh good, I was going to have you read it to me.” 

He sat down next to you. Bold enough to palm your butt. You gasped. You turned, showing your smile to him, you moved his hand to your boobs. “So milky,” he said with awe. “I would hate to be blind and not be able to see these things.” you laugh.

A knock at the door made him huff but he stopped, “come in!”

The footsteps from the opened door sounded professional. “Your menu.”

“And,” the servant exitted but returned with a tray “for you and your lady friend. The products have braille.” he sounded like he bowed and the door sounded. “Oh my god.” Hikaru hid his face in his hands from no one.

“What did he bring?” you felt the bottle be placed in your hand. You found the braille, “Lube!”

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Jojo~

He found it a bit annoying that as an established man, you two had not finally had your kids. 

you had no reason not to. So why weren't you interested?

He was also fed up with you dodging the topic.

When you told him you were pregnant, he was happy you were transparent through the whole process.

"I'm just worried I won't be a good mum, Jojo."

OwO

Narancia~

It was a really quick and rash decision, to poke a hole in the condom. He barely had any inner turmoil with the idea.

Even if he is still so young. It was almost a punishment for you but he doesn't hate you. You just made him very mad at today's mission.

I don't even think he thought of the consequences. His brain stopped after your hole + condom hole = revenge.

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Going to UA together made your betrayal even harder on Kiri.

He's convinced you'll change your mind, even if Bakugo isn't sympathetic. "If she wants to be a villain then she'll be a villain."

"But look what people say about you, man." 

"It's not the same, Stupid"

Kirishima didn't have feelings for you until you two fought in the field

Until you had to work with him against another villain that threatened you as well

Now he had a lead on you, he finally found you.

He jumped onto you, slam it's uncomfortable

"Why'd you do this to me, Reader! Why'd you have to go and make everything so complicated." Your scowl and aggression ease as his tears hit you. You try to look back but he pushes you down, wiping his tears with his forearm.

"It was never about hurting you." You lie, his attention is drawn to your words, "what do you mean?" He asks.

"I mean, I've always loved you, Kirishima." You continue. "I can't control this part of me, I'm just a bad person." You pout.

"I don't believe you." His voice tapers off

"You do. Because it means I can be fixed." You rub your ass on his crotch. He takes a deep inhale. "You can fix me, can't you Eiji~?" You smirk at his weakness showing. The subtle lean of his hips.

“Reader~” his voice tapers again

His forearm stays along your shoulders and his hand reaches for your scalp to comfortably pull your hair. Like he's practiced 😏.

"I think I'll fix you. I can show you how to be good." He punctuates with a thrust.

"Yeh, give me all your love?" Pushing back, "I want all 7 inches of your love."

He grunts bouncing on your ass. "I'm gunna give you everything, baby." He twists your torso. Pinning your wrists under one hand and gripping your head to mold his lips. "Fuck, please tell me you'll stay with me." He says rubbing against you.

Bakugo comes onto the scene, "wha-... You bunch of horny fucks!

After processing and debriefing. He attempted to see you but had blocked access "under orders of Dynamight, sir."

"You shouldn't go see her man."

"I know. But i want to so bad."

"Who you think she is, is who she left behind when she betrayed us."

"I- I."

Bakugo pats his shoulder and leaves him to his complicated thoughts.

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As a way to say thanks, a planet invited you for a feast

Nothing was out of the ordinary until you came back from a planet. The food you were given develop your body that in their culture enhance the minds but in a human body, apparently, enhanced our sexual organs. Estrogen is stored in the fat, you gained a bit of weight all over in the most delicious way.

Pidge noticed immediately, along with Lance.

Pidge w-sat with his little boy body

His pants become tight as he rocked back and forth, he never took himself as a pervert .

You were bending over for more food when Pidge came under the table to witness your panties. Legs opened and feet around the legs of the chair. Bright lime green with a wet spot

Pidge's head falls back, bump , he hit his head on the table "ow" he whispers.

"Pidge? You under there?" 

"Nah-no." He says dejected. He hears laughing but the chatter continues.

He rubs his clothed cock, with a bitten lip he rocks his hips.

His head goes forward before he can stop himself. "Hmp!" You let out cutely.

He sticks out his tongue and licks up and down the wetspot. Using his teeth to gently bite your puffy pussey lips.

"Holy shit, Pidge is eating you out."

"Shhh!!" You had watched Keith and Shiro leave, along with Allura. You hadn't even paid attention to Hunk. But you were still embarrassed

"Lance~" ๑•́﹏•̀๑

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You and Keith were sent to a planet to aid the inhabitants as you clear a way to their abandoned church

"The people said that this church is important because when the galra enslaved them they lost most of their culture. They were able to save some knowledge so they're going to reinvent this church."

Keith felt a little proud in helping this planet

"They don't want us to kill them any of these plants, it's apart of a ritual of maturing. It has different effects on each species."

"That's what they said?"

"Yes, apparently, on the galra it acts like weed." After the minimal response you considered, "Have you ever partaken in the Devil's lettus?"

He looked back at you then continued. “That’s a yes.” you smirk.

Keith chose to duck but you decided to push it back. The head part opened up which you rolled over to dodge, when nothing happened you look up and that's when it Sprayed in the face. "It's evolved!!" 

Swatting at your face only to rub the aphrodisiac further in.

"What happened!?"

"The plant-" spray "-don't look"

"Fuck!" You opened an eye to see the same powder on Keith.

"You're part galra, you'll be fine.. hopefully."

"I'm also half-human!"

You feel like you're about to pass out all you want to do is take off your clothes

The next thing you remember is waking up to the sounds of panting, feeling between your legs is infuriating. 

You look down to your feet towards the panting. Keith is squatted down stroking his cock looking at your pussy.

Your high waisted skirt hadn't been pulled down , only your leggings.

His cock so red, it's an appreciated sight. Honestly you're so unaware that his features have changed; from his sharpened nails, yellow scleras, to the fur around his bangs and protruding fangs. He's panting like a dog in heat. His forehead leans onto your thigh,

"Keith~" you unintentionally moan. He starts to lick up and down your thighs. You pulled his head to your wet cunt where he started to eat from.

"Ah" he pulled your hips up to his face, keeping only your shoulders on the ground.

He maneuvers you on your fours then wraps his arms around yours in a captive way. You begin to think he's not conscious of his humanity as he attempts to put it in with zero accuracy. Like a couple animals.

His cock head started pressed on your nubs and holes, rutting into you.

Lance knew something was wrong when you didn't immediately answer his radio call. You two were still in the honeymoon phase.

Flying down to planet Xerxes, he sees the red lion, coming closer he sees the specs that come to be you and Keith.

At first he thought you were fighting. Then when he realizes, he really wishes you were in a scrap.

He goes unnoticed from landing to exiting his lion

He feels a sinking feeling, his heart breaking.why can't you even recognize that he's standing right in front of you.

"Re-... Reader?.."

You moan out .

"Can you guys please stop…" he whimpers out.

He looks up to the load of cum being pushed out of your cunt by Keith's dick.

That's when he see red; "KEiTH, yOU moTHerFUCK!" he stomps over. "Get off my girlfriend, you armpit braid."

Getting in closer, Keith lunged an arm at him. Lance, in horror, witnesses the galra features, "Keith!?"

"Lance!" You call from underneath him. He glances to your tired face, the aphrodisiac had worn out a bit on you, "the flowers, they sprayed something on us but it's still ah~ affecting him."

"The flower?" His eyebrows knit with a newfound worry (at least his girlfriend wasn't cheating on purpose).

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You had found the man by the river, he clearly stood out amongst the other bodies.

You came to wash clothes but the battle upstream ruined your chances.

You used your mat to pull him miles to your house.

He is very beautiful, that's what compelled you to save him compared to the other men. Perhaps he is royalty with a wealthy ransom.

You had already prepared your hair. See the thing about you, you and your family were cursed long ago by a witch for whichever reason. You stood out as well. Your green hair that darkened to blue in the sun demanded the attention of others. But over the years your family found a trick, if boiled to white, left to dry in the shed for three months then woven with three strands. You could stitch a wound and be completely healed within the week and without a scar.

The curse became a strength and known among a couple villages that cast you and your family out. Even tho many of those villagers came to you anyway. They were slowly accepting everyone back.

You took a small break, drinking the tea you had on you.

"Maybe i should have buried your armor for later instead of hiking you with it." You took a swig.

"I think you've been doing a good job so far." His ethereal voice spoke. You spit taked.

"So, you are alright. I was wondering if you were a lost cause."

"Yet you took me? Thank you."

"Yeah, well once your kingdom hears I've got you. I'm collecting anything your daddy has."

He chuckles, "oh don't worry, there will be a hefty bag given to you once I return."

You stood up, ripping the carpet forward, "now that's some motivation." You hear him chuckle. "I see the house now."

"F/n! Look Tota, F/n's home!" That small voice carries

"What will your husband think of you bringing a strange man home?"

"Like I would have someone so useless around. Probably go die in a war before he could."

"Ista, there's a man on that carpet you're pulling." The girl slowed her giant steps to stare, Griffith looked as well. He had never seen such old hair

"Yeah and he's heavy. Where's your older sister, go get her."

"I'm here."

"Take this and grab it the rest of the way, holy fok man. I'm too old."

"Why me!?"

"I see those less than biceps, you think you can be a capable woman without biceps? Matoaka, grab some braids from the shed, I'm operating on this lord today."

"A lord? 

"Look at him, he's worth something."

"Should I use the rest of our water?"

"Yeah, boil it. Old man in town still owes us for fixing his horse. Take his water."

"I thought we owed him."

"Gah! Don't stress me out. Figure it out for me, please."

"Fine."

"It's going to really hurt more than usual. But it will heal quicker."

"I don't consider it as a downside."

"Eh, your money."

"I'm going to build a better shed."

"Hm?"

"With your money, I want to teach my girls to use our cursed hair for betterment. I want to show them that a curse is not the end."

"A curse? I see. Is that your dream?"

"Who has dreams? I close my eyes and then I open them. It's my life."

He double checked, the two girls had more than him."

"What? Don't think you're more important than my children or me."

"I would never, m'lady."

"Good."

He chuckled, "I find your attitude quite amusing."

"Your sister?"

"My sister?"

"The one who carried me on the carpet."

"The one who carried you is my mom, ista"

"Ista?"

"Yeah, that's what I call her."

"Ista?" You looked back over at him "Ista? That is your name?"

You bent over laughing "ista means mom. Did you ask Matoaka? My name is f/n"

"Oh I see," he blushed

"What is it?"

"If you don't mind me asking, is the grave outside your husband?"

"I told you. I've never had one.  You're wondering why I have so many kids… well you see when a woman and man are horny-"

"I'm well aware." He cuts in.

"Then don't be surprised. I know all you noble types don't understand what it's like to live without privilege, but when you need something you have to sacrifice something and most times it's the money you don't have."

Griffith inhales deeply, "despite what you think, I am also well aware of men who undervalue bodies like that."

"Then I don't want to hear it from you. You're probably the one who undervalues anyways. For the most part. My family lineage has been shunned by others constantly for our odd hair, the curse. Sometimes men will fuck a baby into me just to spread their seed. Life outside of wealth is harsh."

"I do not appreciate such an accusation."

"Hmm?"

"I am not one to undervalue. I am insulted at the notion."

"Okay, sure."

…

"I guess I shouldn't invalidate you. Royals have too many people at their disposal. And I'm sure women can be as disgusting as men." You peered back at his reaction.

He had a pleasant, pleased face.

He waa in the tub, you got in

"Wha!" 

"I'm checking on your wounds stupid. And I'm not wasting bath water on you."

"When a man and woman and horny…" he trails off, using your own words.

You both got out of the tub and onto a blanket

He was playing around with which hole to put it in. 

"There we go. Such a good boy." You praised, stroking his hair

He groaned, sucking your tit.

"I'm a very good boy, ista ."

You laughed, "ew." He made a surprised sound when you lifted him to get on top. "In that case, I should treat my baby."

"Fuck, yes. Just like that." He groans at the ride.

"Want to cum inside?" His eyes shot open.

"Do you want another baby?"

"Haha someone's confident."

He lifted his knees to start thrusting up, "I want to see your belly full of my seed."

"Then why won't you do it~ come on give me your love, please Griffith. It'll make me sooo~ happy~"

He does that finishing grunt. "I'll give you everything you need."

"Come with me. You're a skilled medic. I could give you a very wealthy life for you and your children.

"I don't want a husband that's going to die in war…"

"Then be my personal medic, my personal bed warmer. Your children, my child. I can take care of them. I can help them become capable adults."

"As long as I'm free to warm other beds."

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Walking by he smelt a sweet scent, blushing realizing it was you. “And why do you have to follow us.” Edward Pouted. “We have enough to worry about without you stalking around us.” He throws up his hands then continues to walk away.

“Brother! That’s so mean. He has to stay with us because he’s somehow connected to Envy.”

“That’s the thing. It seems a bit fishy to me.” Edward stalked away in your direction.

“Then maybe you should shut your legs, Edward.” you retorted. He huffed finally getting the reference, and stomped more.

Alphonse approached you, “Sorry about Brother. I think he lets his worried feelings become frustration sometimes.” he explains. 

“No need to apologize, Alphonse. I know guys like him. I get it.” you basically insulted. “How long do we have to wait in the hotel anyway?” 

“Hopefully Armstrong will give us the signal soon.”

You wanted to relax and read a couple pages that fell out of a book, however the golden blond strands of hair caught your eye. You looked like a lint roller. “Your hair is everywhere! do you ever brush it?” you stomped into the main room. “I look like I own a cat, god damnit!”

“What kind of breed has that long of hair?” he blows off, rolling onto his other side. He was getting more comfortable! In the cough you were kicked off of earlier! \ʕ 益 ʔ/

“The kind that is a boy and is short.” you crossed your arms.

“You think you can tick me off by calling me names!?” he shouted.

“I didn’t call you anything I described you.” you felt accomplished. 

“Yeah? Well, for a boy you use a lot of girly soaps.”

You went red. All sound ceased. Edward’s eyebrowed furred with confusion and looked around. “What? So that crossed the line?” he insinuated.

“Brother?” Alphonse twiddled his fingers from the corner, “Why do you know what soaps he uses?”

Ed’s eyes widened! “WHAT! That’s- that’s-! Not what you think! I’m not some creep!? I wouldn’t want to know anything about a stupid boy like him, it just so happened I saw what he bought at the shop.” Ed crossed his arms, pouting in the other direction. “And he- walks in my direction.”

“Well well, you gay pervert-”

“Don’t call me that!”

“-since you seem to know me so well answer me, … why are you so mean to me?”

Ed’s face relaxed as he realized the vaility in the question. ‘Why do i?” “be- because. Because you’re definitely hiding something from us and I don’t know what. I don’t want to make people sad but I have me and Al’s safety to worry about. And who the heck are you even?” he finished back to the same hostility as before.

It was all logical, all you wanted to hear was you were on the same side. “I see now. I see how even now I can’t be safe. Why are you afraid of me that much? Stalking what I shop, like I’d buy uranium under the counter. Can’t you see I’m scared about dying, like you. We’re being chased by the same people and I put aside who you are, why there’s no one in your brother’s armour… all because who might kill me is much more scarier then the truth of who you are.” you explained. It was on the spot but you agreed so heartfelt by your words, “we’re on the you watched his face and when he didn’t answer you decided it would be best to come after he thought about it.

But what you didn’t know; Edward’s perspective.

“Brother…”

“Yes Al?” 

“You should apologize-”

“I will.” He said immediately “he’s right. I didn’t even realize. Sometimes I forget, after all this time being betrayed and losing friends. Losing our limbs. The best thing to be, is being on the same side...” 

“Don’t be so negative, Brother. It’s not your fault. It’s all just a misunderstanding.”

“   ...thanks, Al.” he smiled. He looked to the door, “I think I should wait for her to come out.” Edward sweats. 

“Winry was not a good role model for women for us, eh Brother?” Alphonse laughs.

“No kidding. She’d be lucky if anyone could stand her.” 

It had been a day, you exited your room and although it was awkward you were waiting for him to apologize or say something. The tension was clear on him however he was yet to confront it and confide you. 

It was all completely stressful; being chased, the tension, your identity, your family. All were almost being abandoned. Being a boy only lasted so long-

Armstrong had given the okay. You were to travel to a meeting spot with another government official that Edward seemed to dislike (wink wonk) yet trusting the intel anyway. 

“And you’re sure about this guy? Not that I’m surprized you dislike someone but this person has our lives in their hands.” you brought up.

“Don’t worry, Reader. We have known them since our first time in Amestris.” Alphonse thankfully informed while the stubborn blond seemed to ignore it. 

“ … you can trust us you know.” you almost missed it if it weren’t for the pause you and Al waited.

Patience, it would seem. Then maybe an answer.

“It’s snowing…” your surprised enough to pull down your hood

“It’s so pretty.” Al held out his hand. “I’ve always liked snow.” he shows you a perfectly shaped flake. He wears a blush.

‘SOOO CUTE!’ you think

“Who was envy talking about?” Edward stroked his chin. He was ruining the mood, you definitely wanted to let him know.

“When he said that we ‘have the girl’?” You.

He was talking about when you had first started tailing the brothers. You watched them perform alchemy on the street. This was a month after you had run from your family. Wearing anything as to give no clue to your identity. It worked so good when Edward paused and told you to come from the corner and reveal yourself “what? You look to be my age? Are you a pick pocket or something? Saw us do alchemy and came to rob us?” 

“That’s a lot of assuming, Brother.” 

you were a bit insulted when he said, “look at the guy, Al. Doesn’t exactly look like he has three meals a day.”

When you wouldn’t stop bothering them, they went about their day. Going to the market. You were surprised at such a small bag for the bother of them. 

“You’re still following us?” Edward was frustrated. But you had decided when you saw that he was a state alchemist.

It was a bit after that when they ran into Envy who ranted and ranted about how he/they hated them how they “wanted to kill us” but couldn’t even though he still fought the boys. “Did you know I killed four eyes but he didn’t even admit to their being a girl and it pisses me off!”

Soulless eyes darted over you but double took your face. “You have the girl now...” he left it at that. Saying Lust would like that info.

It apparently still stumped Ed.

“Yeah, I have no idea what he’s talking about. We haven’t been talking to any other females besides Hawkeye and Winry. Realistically neither of them have anything to do with this.” Alphonse whines. “Envy could be lying?” he adds in second thought. “No that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Maybe he mistook Ed for a girl because usually girls are short with long hair.” you joked.

He fumed for a second but concluded, “Yeah, and usually boys don’t have such girly faces.” honestly the nicest thing he’s ever said to you. You looked around mockingly and fauxed shock at being the target. “Me?” 

“Look I wanted to apologize more formally.” he explained

"Reader! You're bleeding!" Al cried

“I am?”

“Wait a second is this when we ran into Envy?” he thought back. He wasn’t touched like Ed was. 

“That was hours ago.” Al fretted. “And he wasn’t even touched.” 

“No, but he did try to catch me when I was thrown into the wall.”

“It wasn’t bleeding as much. We had other things to worry about.

“You should have told us earlier. No matter the size, problems are problems. Don’t be stupid.” Edward’s low lecture held a sad tone.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Reader.”

“Brother-”

“No, he needs to hear this. It’s important that you tell us these things.” This difference made you smile with contentment. 

"We can’t exactly take you to a hospital when we’re a target of a man hunt. we'll have to do it ourselves." 

“Brother, look he fainted.”

“We have to do this now!” Alphonse and him rushed.

Edward rips open the reader's shirt. There's a tensor bandage wrapped around their chest. "What the?" He questions 

"He's already hurt?" Al freaks.

"No, I think…" Ed looks at her face, ever more feminine, her hair, her pierced ears, her whole "I think he's... a girl!?" Ed shouts with a blush.

Alphonse: OWO

“It makes sense now.” Edward thought over.

“Why did you pretend?” was the first words when you awoke.

“Because…” you pondered your next words.

“Because? Just because? Nobody fakes an identity just ‘cause. ” he shouts, his arm gestured with such grace.

“Can you not grill me right now? I have a lot of, just shit. Just leave it alone.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, because- you were the girl Envy killed Lieutenant over! No, because if it was so important your answer would come off the tip of your tongue like a snap. You’re really pissing me off.”

“Doesn’t that make more sense to keep quiet!”

That broke his vengeful feeling, why didn’t he come to that thought? Why was he more angry then he was logical when it came to her?

He swallowed. “Well. Stop moping around. We have enough of that going on.”

He wrestled for it out of her hand. She pushed and he pushed. Then he pulled and she pulled away. She yelped at the tight grip from his automail hand “sor-” thump she pushed him back onto his butt “sorry, Ed.”

“No. I’m sorry, Reader. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you.”

“Ed. look at me. I don’t ever want to cause you pain. I- I pretended to be a boy because it was easier to hide that way.”

“Yeah so what? Is that all you wanted to say when you came over here?”

You attempted to push him away, he grabbed your forearms and pulled you to the wall. “Don’t push me.” he pleadingly gritted.

A few tears escape “are we going to be murdered?”

“No. I won’t let us die like this.” he wipes her tears.

“Not before you can get Al his body back, right?”

“For Al’s sake and because I won’t die here and I won’t let you die here either it’s a dumb way to die.”

She smiled at him but he only gave her a slight smirk.

Her hands slid up and over his shoulders and to his cheeks. “You’re so-” she pet his hair. “Can I kiss you.”

His face flamed with a blush. “Why would you ask that-”

“I like you, Ed. I like your dumb hair, your dumb face, your dumb brain.” Their kiss was chaste. “And your height doesn't bother me-”

“Well why would it, I’m not that shor-” you kissed him again. And again and again. It was sweet and all about him. The squeeze he gave to your clothes. 

“Are you sure?” he gulped, “I don’t have a condom.”

“Ur-your glove…” 

“That’s not going to work, Stupid.”

“You’re an Alchemist aren’t you?”

Edward: ಠ益ಠ

He opened his eyes with an intense look. “I have an Idea.” he clapped his hands and only made the glove rubber with I finger a hole at the end.

“What the fuck? You’ve defently never had sex before.” you mocked.

“Shut up.” he took your hand with the glove and started giving himself a handjob. “You’re going to make up for all the annoyance you’ve caused.”

You spit a couple couples and he included. You slipped on the glove and he directed his dick to the hole finger. It really turned you on to see the tip stick out every thrust. You touched it to see the texture and he moaned. “It’s so tight!” he rocked into it. “Kimochi. Kimochi” he kept panting.

You threw his hand away to take control

“Wait!” he spit a couple times then stuck his dick in a covered finger. “Can we-” he tilted his head to imply but the blush was all you needed.

You liked the innocence act. “You think you can just leave after that.” you giggled and got into position.

“I think concent in important.” he rebutted.

He rubbed the tip around spitting and spreading it around your pussey lips. You felt yourself get wet, horny by the feeling of the rubber glove.

“Stick it in me pleas- oh yeaaah. Such a good boy aren’t you.” you praised.

“I am a good boy.” he groaned with pleasure, voice higher than usual.

You were thrusting back. His hands were mindless, grabbing at your waist as if not sure where to place them but they eventually rested and squeezed your breasts. “That’s right, squeeze my milky tits.”

He gained a new energy from that. Pressing his front to you, gripping at any flesh. Hugging you close.

He eventually got your shoulder around his neck and started sucking at your tits. “Too bad nothings coming out.” was complained.

“Thank you.”

“What? What are you thanking me for?”

“Being nice finally. For caring for me.”

“I’ve always been nice and caring, stupid.”

“I pretended because I ran away. My family was threatened if I didn’t leave. I’m the only one involved, so I figured if I solved this I could return.” you admitted. “It was a bit spontaneous but I made it work apparently.”

“Apparently yeah.” he chuckled with you. He was being so sweet, you had a hand in his long hair, and he was lining up your hand together. “How are yours smaller when apparently you’re taller?” he joked.

“Because I’m lady-like. Big hands is the only thing you have going for yourself.” you joked back.

The seriousness returned. “When we saw you bleeding I wasn’t worried I wouldn’t get to tell you sorry.” he frowned poetically. “I didn’t want you to die if I couldn’t let you know that I jumped ahead of the gun and didn’t think. Trust and all. I have a lot of friends, people I’ve known a long time. You were on the streets. I thought you might have been a homunculi in disguise.”

“I understand. It’s scary in our world. Our circle is constantly threatened with death.” you yawned.

“Tired?”

“Of course, you’re really fit.” you spanked his butt over the covers. He grew a blush.

“We should go to sleep.” he suggested, you had already made up your mind but noticed he was… waiting it would seem like.

“Are you okay?”

“If… if I have a nightmare please wake me up.”

“A nightmare? Okay.” you gripped him for a second and let go for comfort.

That night there were no nightmares. And none more as nights when you slept together progressed. After a long, stressful day it was awfully confusing to wake to the sweating and panting.. You woke him up immediately when he started calling out for his mother. You couldn’t help your own flashes from life causing you to cry. You cuddled, he stroked the tears off your face.  To hear your poor love cry while asleep baffled you, he barely showed it while awake. You wanted to know but didn’t want to know his trauma. 

Chapter Text

This demon forces people into cotis to produce a baby she can eat
A webbed demon

“It’s a lower moon!”

“I usually kill the males but I think I might keep you. You’re stronger than any mate I’ve come across.”
“I won’t let you use me like this.”
“ Your demon pet is stuck in the box. You really have no options." She licked her lips. But continued with a sigh,

“So many of the girls I kidnap die after the second kid, sometimes even the first! But I have a feeling you’ll live to give me 3 delicious meals.” she traced a finger on your face.

"I'm not a virgin." You argue.
"That doesn't affect the taste, stupid. Once you are liberated, innocence is just annoying."

“Why struggle? I’m taking care of you, you'll have food, shelter-”
“I don’t want my baby eaten!” you shout at the fool.
“Once I bite and inject my venom you’ll surely want to give me your brat.” She laughs maniacally. She leaves it at that Leaves

“I’m sorry, Reader… I don’t want to defile you in this way.”
“Tanjiro… honestly out of anyone, I’m glad it’s you-”
“DoN’T sAy ThAT!” He grits his teeth and gestures his head to a couple off to the side who are having sex. “It’s- it’s making- not good thoughts. Please.”
“Sorry.” you blush. So, he’s actively horny and it’s about you. Your face becomes red.

"First session… begin!” she spins the web
She rubs her fingers around your clit, “ah!” you moan. Tanjirou watches in horror, his body working against his escape strategy
and sits you so you’re cockwarming his dick.
“Oh god! Reader.” Tanjirou sweats. “I-I! GOOD!”
Your approval is voiced by your feminine moan.

“You guys do the rest.”

"I- I can't think of how to get out of this!" He sweats.
"I mean, it's already in, might as well, ya know." Your eyes narrowed, your ears and the apples of your cheeks raised. 'Such a seductive face.' he thought, witnessing your expression. He grits his teeth, 'maybe the wiggling will make a weak thread snap' he thinks, giving in to the lust.
"oh wow, it feels so good." With your hands stuck to his shoulders you kept gripping and releasing the cloth,
"Ye-yeah" he breathes out. "You like that?"
"I like it a lot!"

He had such a blissed out look, you smiled. You thugged on his earring to get his attention, his eyes opened innocently. "You're so handsome, Tanjiro."

"Thank you." He blushed. Giggling moved your hips, his grip on you tightened and his head fell back again. "I love you, Rea-chan."
You strained, "That's out of no where"
"Huh! Sorry, just 'cause, you know."
"Haha I know, I'm right here too."

Treating us like a milk machine.
“Please no! It hurts!” Tanjiro cried. Giving another load of cum into your pink cunt.
"TAn- TaNNnn eeyohhh!" You moaned. The spider bit your arm, injecting it's demon blood art

1 month later. It felt like everyday I’d be pumped full of Tanjirou’s cum.

Giyuu and Shinobu fought and rescued. "Well Isn't this interesting."

"I knew i smelt prey." The spider demon, Uzui, said. Referring to the insect Hashira.
"And you brought a mate. Looks like you'd like to fly into my web."

"The only wing I'll be in is the recovery wing." She smirks.

In the recovery wing of the butterfly estate.
“What you went through must have been tough. And no one would judge you for how you recover.” Shinobu rubbed your back.
You’ve been throwing up every morning.

“I think I’m pregnant.” you look up at her pause.
“...” you open and close your mouth.
“oh yeah we should probably test you.” she awkwardly wanted to pass the fact she didn't think of that.

She ran around and got the three girls to stop watching the boys train.

“At least it’s with a boy like Tanjiro.” one of them said which made a smile grace your lips but followed by a grimace.

“Good news… you’re pregnant!”
“Bad news?” you asked.”
“You’re pregnant.”

You wanted to tell him personally before it slipped from one of the girls.

“Tanjiro.” you waved from the door. The boy didn’t stop his intense training. You stood with dot eyes. “Tan-”

“Yes! 200!” he cheered.

Zenitsu looked over to him and slapped the back of his head (which hurt his hand). “Ow? What is your head-?”

“Tanjiro?”
“Oh! Rea-chan! It’s good to see you, you look so radiant today. Did you just see what I did? 200 neck curls-!”
“That's amazing, Tanjiro! I’m glad you're getting so strong. I’m sure if you keep at it you can become a pillar.” you smile.
“You-you think so?”
“Of course- you’re amazing!”
“AHHH!!” you look over to a crying Zenitsu “I WANT A SUPPORTIVE GIRLFRIEND! READER-CHAN! IF YOU DON’T MARRY HIM- MARRY ME!” he pouted and rolled around on the dirt.
You gave him a grimaced expression towards his patheticness.

“Anyway, could I speak to you in confidence?”
“of course-! Is something wrong?” he worriedly
“Umm, depends on- depends.” you smiled and pulled him inside. walking through the halls, “I found this place that would be perfect.” you pull him along to a secluded garden with butterfly galore.
“Wow, it’s so pretty.”
“Yeah.”

You sit calmly with raised brows. You're patting his hand and making yourself comfortable while he analysis you.

“Please tell me what’s making you worry.” he tilts his head.
Your heart has an overload at his heavenly concern.
“I’m with your child. I took a test today. We thought to do it since I’ve been sick every morning… what do you think?”

“Honestly I’m not surprised. I was expecting something like this."
"You're not upset? Or overwhelmed?"

"I’m just worried about our future, as demon slayers. I’m worried demons might go after you and the baby because of me, or the possibility of not coming home.” his forehead creases. It stresses you out.

“We haven’t even hit the first trimester. There’s a chance I won’t end up carrying it-”
He quickly grabs your hands. “I hope that doesn’t happen.” he lessons the grip, embarrassed by the outburst, “I mean, I think we’re too young. But since it’s already begun...” he shrugs “Like you said I wish it was different but this is what- I- I always wanted to be a father, I want to have a big family. I’m just worried for you and its safety.”

“Thank you. I promise I won’t go on any more missions until we’re certain of a plan.” you spoke above a whisper. “I love you, Tanjiro.”
“I love you too, Rea-chan.”

Tanjirou stayed by your side as Shinobu did her tests that all came back positive.

Tanjirou followed Giyuu around until he gave the advice he asked for… then ended up going to everyone else. It was Rengoku’s suggestion that really inspired him. A day later Tanjirou proposed a marriage to you, saying it would be a good face for your honour, that he would take responsibility. And of course you accepted. Nezuko snuggled into you at night more often.

Zenitsu hit Tanjirou’s head every mission saying “you’re worrying your beautiful fiance.”.
And even though you’ve met him multiple times, Inosuke kept asking who you were and “why should I thonk about her?!”

You decided that mom life is fine and asked Tanjirou for more ;)