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dr-demi-bee · 2 months

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You Sleep, I'll Watch

Another short snippet from my Tav x Gale WIP that probably won't fit into the full story. My Tav (Miri) is a Lythari ranger. But this could work for a druid, too. :) Gale x Nature Magic User is *chef's kiss*

----- It had been a selfish act the first time Tav inserted herself into Gale's bedtime routine.

From the moment she recognized the depth of her affections she had become even more protective of him. Brushed against him to mark him with her scent after each bath, tended to his needs by carefully monitoring his heart and his scent, watched his back, protected him from all angles.

But it became difficult to trance on the other side of camp. After he defied Mystra's command deep under Moonrise, after Tav noted the subtle pushes and nudges the feckless goddess wielded to pull him toward Her whims... it became impossible.

Tav had been plagued by a constant fear in the shadow cursed lands. Worried She would do something drastic. Show up to punish him, rebuke him, steal him away.

The thought of it made Tav all too eager to test her fangs in divine flesh. She will fight tooth and nail if need be. Let the little goddess learn how the forces of nature train for any foe.

That fear was what drove Tav to end each day in wolven form, laying in front of his tent, hardly trancing. She watched the cloth entrance and the edges of camp - ears on a swivel attending to the sounds of the shadow curse around them.

This close, it did not take long to notice the quirks of Gale's sleeping habits.

The talking is endearing. Usually whatever he has been reading or working on bleeds into his dreaming - and often she is treated to a sleepy, mumbled lecture on some theory or other.

But the nightmares that plague him worry her. When he sweats and thrashes in his sleep, soft frightful sounds of pain or anguish spilling into the night air, the mark on his chest will glow.

Tav learns quickly that her presence can help to soothe the fears. When she is closer, he is less restless.

She started by just poking her head into his tent. First to check on him, then to watch over him. Slowly, each night she wound up further inside. Eventually she would enter the tent at the first sign of distress and lay down to press against his side.

Then she discovers he sleeps better with weight on top of him - something about it keeps the nightmares at bay. She wonders if perhaps Tara would sleep atop his chest at home in their tower those many months of isolation. Or even as he grew up, facing the tribulations of a young scholar of considerable expectations.

So when he falls asleep, she enters his tent, and lays her lupine head on his chest or back, watching his eyes for signs of distress behind closed lids. And instead she catches mostly snores and soft smiles. And sometimes, the sleepy babbling - about spells, or recipes, or nothing at all. Occasionally confessions of love or romantic verbiage. All of it delights her, and she much prefers it to the gasping shock of his frightful visions.

It is not something Gale ever asked for, and he might not even realize she does it every night. But Tav takes a smug satisfaction in being able to protect her wizard, her heart, from danger both awake and asleep. She quite delights in the way he wraps himself around her legs or muzzle in his sleepy movements that curl toward her warmth.

Many mornings she wakes to find she has shifted back - opening her eyes to find she is laying curled up in Gale's arms with her head still pillowed on his chest. Before their confessions she would carefully extract herself from his arms and tent before he woke.

But after?

After, she luxuriates in every soft moment.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #tav x gale #the forest familiar #my writing #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 brainrot

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tcwmatchmakingau · 9 months

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The Sixth Language (Epilogue)

Pairing: Waxer x Fem!Reader (no-longer-single parent)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings and tags: tooth-rotting, cavity-inducing fluff

Catch up here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Many, many Bendudays later…

The sun has not yet risen when Waxer wakes up. He lies quietly in bed for a moment, watching your face in the dim light. The urge to pull you into his arms and kiss you breathless is almost overwhelming, but you’ve been exhausted for the past few weeks, and he would rather cut off his own arm than awaken you when you’re finally getting a decent night’s sleep. So he simply lies still and admires your soft loveliness as you sleep, until he can no longer delay the inevitable.

He slips out of bed and moves soundlessly through the flat, pulling on his officer’s uniform in stages as he goes through his morning routine. Now that the GAR’s duties have shifted to peacekeeping, search and rescue, and disaster relief efforts, he rarely needs to wear his armor, except on the rare occasions when the 212th is deployed in the field. He makes a cup of caf, and as he drinks it, he reloads the machine with freshly ground beans so all you have to do is push the button when you wake up hours later. He takes a quick moment to cut a small heart out of a sheet of flimsi and tape it to your mug before he sets it in the machine.

When he passes into the living room, he notices that the fresh flowers on the dining table have faded, so he makes a mental note to stop by the market and pick up replacements on his way home: Zeillas, your favorite. He sits down heavily on the sofa and lets out a long sigh. Kriff, he is tired. He’s been working Benduday shifts for the past eight weeks, and he desperately misses days off with you and Kaia. He knows his schedule is taking a toll on you, too, though you never say a word. He can see it in the dark circles under your eyes when you smile at him at the end of a long workday. Only another four weeks, though, and the work schedule will rotate again, and he’ll finally regain those precious weekends with his girls.

As he reaches for his boots, he hears a tiny noise, and he is instantly on alert, eyes trained on the darkened hallway. Sure enough, he soon spots a bogey. Kaia stumbles into the living room, rubbing her eyes against the dim light.

“Waxer?” she asks, her voice small and sleepy.

“Hey, peanut,” he says quietly. “What are you doing awake so early?”

“I can’t find Mimi,” she whimpers.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes as he stands and crosses the room to her. “I know right where Mimi is.”

She holds her arms up to him silently, and he scoops her up, carrying her easily in one arm as he walks to the laundry. He digs through the sonic washer-dryer until he locates the fluffy pink blanket that has been Kaia’s companion nearly her entire life.

“Here you go,” he says.

She snuggles her face into it happily, then holds it up to him, and in the creepiest kriffing whisper he’s ever heard, she says, “Smell it.”

He stifles a laugh, not wanting to offend her or disturb your sleep, and he obediently sniffs the blanket.

“It smells very clean,” he says gravely—and so it should; he’d conducted a stealth extraction mission the night before to retrieve and wash Mimi, since Kaia flatly refuses to part with it for any reason when she is at home. You drew the line at allowing Kaia to take Mimi with her to preschool, and when she protested, you pointed out that Mimi might get lost, which was enough to scare Kaia away from ever bringing up the subject again.

“You can take Mimi with you to work if you want,” Kaia offers.

Waxer’s chest tightens, and he has to pause for a moment before he answers. “That’s very generous, sweetheart, but I wouldn’t want to risk getting Mimi dirty. I think it would be better if you keep it at home with you today.”

“Okay, good,” she says, clearly relieved. “I didn’t really want you to take it.”

Waxer can’t suppress his laugh this time, and Kaia joins in, not really knowing what the joke is, but happy to be included. Suddenly, he makes a decision.

“You know what? I think I might be getting sick.” He lets out a delicate, silly cough that makes her laugh even harder. “Yes, definitely too sick to go to work today. I wouldn’t want to risk infecting anyone else. Uncle Kix would be so mad at me if I gave somebody a cold.”

“That’s true,” she giggles, “and besides, it’s raining.”

“So it is,” he agrees. “Way too dangerous to go out in the rain when I have such a terrible cough. How would you feel about a cup of hot cocoa while I comm my CO?”

She nods enthusiastically, her eyes shining, and he sets her down on the sofa while he pulls out her favorite sparkly purple mug and mixes up a quick batch of cocoa, then sends the galaxy’s least convincing sick message to Captain Gregor. When he rejoins her in the living room, she’s cocooned herself in Mimi. She’s getting so big now that the blanket is barely big enough to cover her, but she curls up into a ball and tucks the edges beneath her so the only part of her that’s exposed is her head. He hands her the mug of cocoa, and she eyes him with a speculative gleam.

“Do you think you’re too sick to make banana flatcakes for breakfast?” she asks, giving him adorably exaggerated tooka eyes.

“I think I could manage it,” he says solemnly, “if I have help from the best sous chef on Coruscant.”

She flings herself onto him with a delighted squeal, and sure enough, she digs her evil little fingers into his ticklish ribs, just like she does every time, and just like every time, he writhes away, flailing comically to escape her torture.

“Shhh, Dad, you’re going to wake up Mommy!” she giggles, and Waxer freezes, momentarily forgetting how to breathe.

“What’d you call me, peanut?” he asks, not sure he heard what she had actually said, or whether his ears had tricked him.

Kaia’s eyes grow enormous. “Dad. Is—is it okay?”

Waxer swallows. “I think you should talk to your mommy about it first.”

“I did,” she says. “She said it was all right, if you wanted me to.”

He nods, unable to form words. Kaia, strategic mastermind that she is, seizes the opportunity to resume her tickle attack, and soon Waxer is doubled up on the floor, wheezing desperately as he tries to stifle his laughter.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the smell of flatcakes and bacon. You stretch luxuriously and smile. Benduday flatcakes are your little family’s favorite tradition. You pause mid-stretch as you realize that Waxer should be gone by now. Did Nyra and Wooley stop by? Surely, Kaia would have awakened you. Better go find out what the little monster is up to, you decide with a sigh.

You round the corner into the kitchen and find a scene of devastation. Flatcake batter has spilled across the counter and dripped down to the floor, and there’s a haze of smoke that says the bacon went a little too long, and in the midst of all this chaos, Waxer stands in front of the stove, wearing an apron that is way too short, wielding a spatula, and carrying Kaia on his shoulders as she orders him around like a tiny general in a chef’s hat.

“What’s going on?” you ask in confusion.

“Dad’s too sick to go to work,” Kaia announces.

Your heart squeezes. “Is that so? Dad?”

Waxer gives you that brilliant smile that always makes you feel like you’re staring into the rising sun, and damn, it feels like home.

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #212th Attack Battalion #x reader #lieutenant waxer #clone trooper waxer #waxer x you #waxer x reader

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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Heya! I was wondering if I could request a smuttyyyy David The Lost Boys x Reader piece pleaseee? Loves a good angsty maybe jealous David at that too? Thanks In advance! Love your work 🖤

ABSOLUTELY I can, bestie. I don't typically feel non-dominant towards a lot of men, but David is just 👀 spare cock sir????

Eyes On Me (Dom!David x Fem!Reader NSFW)

Summary: David can hardly stand it when other guys so much as acknowledge your existence. But if they’re dumb enough to start flirting with you? Well. That’s another matter entirely. Someone's gotta step in, clearly.

Contents: Dom/sub elements, exhibitionism, typical shithead vampire behavior, fingering, PiV sex, smoking

Word Count: 2.1K

Vampires are possessive.

You always assumed that would be the case, obviously, given their inhumanity. But they’re possessive beyond reason. Sometimes to the point of frustration, of anger. It’s caused arguments before. It will continue to do so in the future.

But sometimes it’s also just… infuriatingly attractive.

You walked the perimeter of the Double Shot ride on the boardwalk, routinely rattling the protective bars settled over each rider, just like the guy who trained you had taught you to do. Rattle, rattle, rattle. Passing sugar-hyped kids talking to one-another, young couples holding each others hands in white-knuckled grips, already bracing to be shot up into the sky.

The summer night air was muggy, even by the seashore. Your sweat was soaking through your shirt. Not the smartest move to wear a colored bra and a white shirt, old friend, you thought a little dismally to yourself. Rattle, rattle, rattle. A hand on the protective bar grabbed you back.

You looked up and came face-to-face with a very attractive man. Wild, short, curly black hair and dark olive-tan skin, a winning white-toothed smile. A lady's man for sure. “Seat next to me’s free.” He told you with a grin, jerking his head to the empty slot. “I can hold your hand so it’s not so scary.”

You huffed out a flattered laugh. “Kinda hard to operate the ride if I’m on it, right?” With a ginger smile you extracted your hand from his. His summer sweat clung to your fingers.

The man just winked at you and you sidled back to the booth, settling into the enclosed space and slumping down on the cheap plastic chair to pull the lever. Just like that, the boardwalk denizens were up and away, screaming into the night as they ascended the enormous tower. Up and down and up again, rushing through the air.

You used the hand the man had touched to wipe sweat off your neck. It was late. You weren’t thinking clearly. Your mistake, really.

Just as the ride began to slow, cycle of dramatic ups and downs coming to an end, the seething crowd that thrummed around the myriad of gated rides parted. Rather dramatically.

David always did know how to make an entrance.

Even in the oppressive heat he was all black, coat over coat, a domineering silhouette that seemed to be negatively charged to the people around him: they stepped out of the way hastily. His short, pale hair shifted in the wind, and he had that ever-present soft, smug smile on his face. Ice-blue eyes locked right on you through the glass of the booth.

You flushed and waved.

He moseyed over, leaning over the booth door. Reeking of cigarettes and motor exhaust. “Doll.” He drawled.

“David.” You countered back with a warm, fold grin.

He was leaning forward to press a kiss to your head, and paused. Something dark descending over his scruffy, permanently-youthful face. You were opening your mouth to ask him what was wrong when his hand shot out, grabbing your jaw, holding you in place. A nose carefully brushed down your cheek, lower and lower… to your neck. Taking a long, pointed inhale.

Oh shit. Random guy sweat.

You screwed your eyes shut. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course he’d notice, of course. Stupid vampires and their stupid heightened senses.

“...Now.” David said pointedly. Voice a low, growling register that hit you straight in your stomach and made you want to melt. “I sure as hell don’t like that, doll. Don’t like that at all.” Leather-covered fingers smoothed over your hot skin. Hovering over your jumping pulse as it kicked up a notch.

“I’m sorry.” You said reflexively. But it wasn’t enough. It never was.

The controls beeped and you slapped the power-down button. Through the glass the safety bars were lifting and people were hopping off, and the crowd was humming again, and David was gone. Watching you, probably, from somewhere. Like he always did. You shakily extracted yourself from the booth, nerves buzzing, helping people down the elevated step and holding the ride gate open. You could see the flirtatious, beautiful man approaching.

Don’t do it, you begged mentally. Don’t do it, please.

He moseyed out of the gate and stopped right in front of you, arms folding. Still smiling. “So.” He asked conversationally. “What time do you get off? Maybe you and I could grab a drink.”

You opened your mouth to reply, and jumped when a patchwork coat-covered arm stuck out from behind you and plopped the closed sign down over the ride gate. Marko materialized by your side with a little, feral grin and a wiggly finger-wave.

Uh-oh. The cavalry.

“Hey, man.” Paul appeared, too, seemingly out of thin air. He slung an arm around the guy’s shoulder, talking up a storm in that hypnotic way that he did. “Haven’t seen you around Santa Carla before. You new? Nice jacket. You know I got one just like it myself. It’s pretty sick.” The guy opened his mouth to speak but the blonde overwhelmed him, already pivoting him away towards the crowd and fishing through his riding pants pocket. “You smoke? I got something we can totally split. Hey, have you been to the bluff just a mile down west? Wicked place for a smoke sesh. In fact we could take my bike and—”

And just like that he was gone and the man was too, Marko buzzing after them with this look on his face that filled you with dread. Because now you knew for certain that that man was not going to survive to see the next sunrise.

A hand, heavy and strong, found your shoulder. You didn’t need to turn to know who it belonged to. The grip was tight enough to hurt.

“He didn’t know, David.” You protested weakly to the night air. “He couldn’t have known that…”

“That? That?” David hummed out almost mockingly, brows down. Entertained by your agitation as he rounded you like a shark circling prey. That hand on your shoulder traced your neck. “That nobody lays a goddamn finger on you? That you belong—” He was up in your personal space all at once, making you take a half-step back. He blew smoke in your face. “—to me? Because you do, doll. And you should have known better.”

You couldn’t help the way your knees got all weak and jelly-soft at his words, at his intent glare, like he wanted to eat you alive. A cat with a mouse. “David, come on…” You whispered half-heartedly.

“You know, maybe you need another lesson. A reminder you can’t forget so easily.” Just like that there was an arm around your waist and you were being crushed against his side, being marched down the boardwalk away from your post and towards his bike parked brusquely in front of the lit-up archway. You swallowed hard at the sight. His grip got tighter.

“Please, please David. Please, please, please.” You whimpered, face mashed against the gritty rooftop of the abandoned building. David always did have a thing for showing you off to the world. Telling the universe that you were his to do whatever he wanted with. That included flying you to the top of the abandoned gas station on the edge of the overgrown lot in town.

People were walking the streets below. You were barely out of sight.

David’s bare, scarred fingers squelched inside you with brutal, rapid strokes. The kind of speed and force and raw demand that made your brain go fucking blank with electrical pleasure running down your knees, locking up your torso.

He pulled his bundle of fingers out and open-palm slapped at your absolutely sopping pussy a few times, making you jump. He had you over his lap, settled cross-legged on the rooftop. He’d been torturing you like this for ages; no relief, no orgasms, not even the warm comfort of his cock or his tongue. Just coaxing, evil fingers scraping and stretching your insides until you were a leaking, shiny mess sprawled belly-down over his knees.

Fingers teased your soft, open entrance again, up and down and up and down. You moaned pathetically and let your head drop back down to the dirty grit, fists balled up hard enough that your nails cut into skin.

“Still waitin’ on that apology.” He ground out evenly, voice muffled by the cigarette pressed between his lips.

“I did apologize!” You whined out.

“Didn’t count. You didn’t mean it.” His fingers dipped into you again, jackhammering for a few excruciatingly pleasurable seconds and making your wetness fly out before he pulled back again, spreading your folds apart with damp fingers.

“I meant it!”

“Say it again, doll.”

“‘M sorry— fuuuuuck, I’m sorry, David.” You moaned. His broad index finger scraped teasingly, again and again and again, against that mushy spot in your channel that made your toes curl. “Sorry I w— sorry I was being a f-flirt. I’m yours, I shouldn’t…. Shouldn’t… oh my god—”

It was so good. So hypnotically, insanely, brain-meltingly good, feeling those fingers stretch you again and again so deliciously, alternating between manic thrusting that threatened to pitch you over the edge before pulling back into soft kitten-pets and teasing circles drawn around your abused clit.

“So whiny. Christ.” He said with a dark, ridiculing chuckle. “You trying to drown my hand or somethin’, doll? Jesus. So fuckin’ wet. Do you feel this shit?” He dragged the entirety of his broad hand flat against your swollen pussy and you whimpered in response. “He couldn’t have gotten you this fucking worked up. This sweet pussy only gets this excited for me.”

“Only for you, David, I swear.” You said almost without thinking, rocking back helplessly in his lap against the dull pleasure of his palm grinding on your clit.

“All mine.”

“All yours. David, please.”

Without any warning your world was tilting and moving: he was manhanding you like a doll, hauling you up without even a grunt of effort, setting you down on his lap. A hard, hot cock pressed against your back: you mindlessly rubbed back against it and he chuckled again. He sounded pleased.

“Want it that bad, huh?”

“Always.”

“Okay, princess.” A furnace-hot mouth latched onto the sensitive skin joining your neck to your shoulder, sucking and teething painfully as strong hands lifted up you. His bare cockhead, smooth and blunt, pressed against your sopping hole. “Can’t say no, when you’re this fuckin’ pathetic. That’d just be cruel of me.”

“God, you’re so—” You were gasping out just as he readjusted his grip on your hips and pushed, brutal and demanding, splitting you open. You parted for him with no resistance, wet and desperate and soft. He groaned wetly into your neck.

There was no time to adjust to the intrusion before those inhumanly strong hands started lifting you up and down, Double Shot-ing you on his cock. Blissfully, euphorically fast. The wet slap slap slap of your ass against his pelvis sounded loud as thunder in the quiet air.

“L-love that you’re so protective—” You dumbly rambled as David fucked you. “Like it when y-you look at me like that. Feels— fuck— feels good.”

David growled so low and so deep in his chest it thrummed against your back. “Gotta keep an eye on my girl. She gets into trouble.” His low voice was strained.

Shit, you were not gonna last. The eons of teasing had left your right on the brink. You weren’t even sound of mind enough to be embarrassed begging for it. “David, please,” You chanted, feet scrambling for purchase on the rooftop to brace against something, “Please can I cum, fucking please—”

“No.” He snarled. “You know the rule.”

You whined pathetically. “You first. Please hurry.”

Another laugh. “Don’t worry. Pretty thing like you, pussy drooling all over my cock, fuckin’ desperate for it, just… shit— fuck, fuck, doll—”

David ground you down against his pelvis hard enough to bruise, teeth buried savagely into your shoulder, cock pulsing inside of you. Head bloomed in your core. Fuck, you were not above begging, but even in the middle of his own orgasm he swooped in to save you: strong fingers rubbed tight, aggressive circles around your clit as he filled you up with his cum and that’s all you needed to black the fuck out and fly into oblivion.

You came back to yourself, shivering in the night air, with the weight of David’s heavy form pressed up against your back. You were barely aware of his fingers trailing idly over your union point, gathering cum and slick. David reached up and ran that hand down your neck: right over where you had wiped the man’s pungent sweat an hour before.

“Maybe that’ll keep the leeches away.” He rumbled behind you. His voice was softer, now. Content. Like a lion with its kill.

You chuckled weakly. “Maybe. Or I could just tell them I have a big, scary vampire boyfriend that fucks my brains out so well on a regular basis that no human can ever compare.”

“Hey, whatever works, doll.”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb x reader #david tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #my writing #minors dont look #ask box is still open for TLB!!

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ask-a-vetblr · 6 months

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So my cat broke a lower fang clean off. I'm already going to take him for bloodwork tomorrow to prepare for extraction, but the best I can do for earliest dental extraction is next week without paying over $1000 at an emergency clinic, which I can't afford. I called many places. The receptionists didn't sound alarmed for my cat though, so that makes me wonder. While google says that a broken tooth can be an emergency, how risky is it to get it extracted a week later? I'm not planning on saving his tooth either. That I know is time sensitive.

vet-and-wild here.

Maybe it's a regional thing, but where I'm at we don't consider a broken tooth an emergency. I'd be curious to know where you're located (you don't actually have to tell us, I just think what you said is really interesting) because I can't imagine any ER around me being willing to extract a tooth. They'd probably prescribe pain meds and antibiotics and recommend follow up with a general practitioner. The reason a broken tooth is concerning is that if there is exposure of the pulp cavity (where the nerves and vessels are) it can lead to potential pain and infection. Sometimes we find a broken tooth on a physical exam just by chance. We don't know when it happened and the owner is surprised to hear that it happened at all because the animal isn't showing symptoms. We still recommend removal if there is exposure of the pulp cavity, because it could lead to further problems. And tooth pain sucks.

The only time we have to try to rearrange our schedule for a dental to get it done sooner is if the animal's teeth are so bad it isn't eating, or there is a broken tooth causing severe pain/infection. I can count on one hand the number of times I've had that happen, and of course one of them was my own dog. Otherwise, we can generally schedule it as a routine dental. Dentals with tooth extractions are pretty involved procedures so it's not something we can do at the drop of a hat. Unless a tooth is already super loose, we often have to burr away bone and make gingival flaps to get the tooth out. It also rarely makes sense (both from a financial and practical perspective) to just extract a single tooth and not do the rest of the dental (i.e. dental x rays, scaling and polishing, probing, etc) so we also have to account for that time too.

#vet med #anonymous #dentals #teeth #dentistry

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giantologist · 8 months

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What hygiene routines do giants have? And do humans ever help?

Good day!

Well, giants culturally wash every Saturday. They use the nearest body of water to bathe (or shower if there is a waterfall!) with a soap made from animal fat and ash, usually combined with something fragrant - pine oil is a favourite, which is why a lot of giants smell like forests. Hair trimming isn't usually practised, only when it becomes unmanageable. Rather it is combed and braided tightly enough to last another week. Nail trimming and teeth cleaning are both done on the same day, but tooth decay isn't much of an issue for giants given that their enamel is strengthened with a composite reminiscent of titanium, the same as their bones.

I have seen one human run giant salon, situated on the banks of a rather large waterfall and hot spring. The family that ran it had constructed a great wooden structure by a rock that could be raised or lowered depending on the height of their client. After a wonderfully hot and cleansing bath, the customer would place their chin on a U shaped groove. From there the sons would tidy any hair with large purpose-built rakes, and trim and polish nails in a way that reminded me of a bootblack. The daughters (one of whom was a doctor) would lance and extract blemishes, apply salves, and even use their arms to reach into ears and pull out any detritus that lingered there. Teeth cleaning services cost extra, considering the risk, and were performed solely by the father who was a retired dentist. Their mother was in charge of organisation and bookkeeping, at which she was very proficient.

They turn over a hefty profit each year, and their repeat clientele speak highly of their services. I was even treated to a spa day when I visited, and I can attest to their efficiency and comfort.

Professor J Finch

#queries

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dark-side-blog3 · 9 months

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I had a rough wisdom tooth extraction (as in, the procedure took an hour longer than expected and recovery is slow cause my roots were deep and close to nerves) and I keep thinking of your yanderes who enjoy forced agere with a darling. I think in my current state I wouldn’t be in any shape to resist them babying me… and maybe wouldn’t even mind. But just look at me! With my puffy cheeks, my words slurred and garbled, dropping food or even missing my mouth and making a mess because I can’t open my mouth much. I can only eat soft things, I get so sleepy, and I clearly can’t take care of myself… now what would you call that other than being a baby, hm? I’d be too tired and groggy to argue or fuss much… or if I did, I’d get cooed over for being such a poor, fussy little thing… baby’s mouth is so sore, they know! Of course I’d be cranky, poor dear. By the time I’d be aware enough, they’d be very settled into the new routine. Maybe they’d try to keep me on some of my meds longer… after all, their little darling is so sweet and obedient when I’m helpless and out of it. They can feed me, snuggle me, care for me… they know just what their little one needs. Keeping me drugged up a little longer can’t be so bad if it makes me dependent on them!

yeesh!! I hope you feel better soon, anon! That does sound rough.

Your yanderes would be very understanding that you might be a bit irritable the next few days-- scary dentists and a tooth extraction would make any kid a bit sensitive and whiny. Especially since now eating anything but soft foods hurts-- you can't even drink from a bottle, because the suction you'd need might hurt your poor sore gums more!

Drugging you seems to keep your wails to a minimum, and you don't cry nearly as much, so it's the right thing to do. And with a little extra dosing, you don't show any signs of discomfort! That's what's best for you after a botched dental job. The fact you can't firmly grasp any of your toys afterwards is just a side effect they're willing to deal with for you. It also means you need extra care with hygiene. You can't hold a toothbrush or soap yet. It's like you're a real baby that needs their help with everything!

#yandere agere #anon confession #yandere sicfic #yandere sickfic

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elizvbeths · 2 years

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how 'bout a kiss?

A/N: while scoping through prompts, I fucking died when I saw this one from a personal experience at my job. thus this bad boy was born. Reader is a dental assistant at the only dental office in Hawkins. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Talking Eddie into going to the dentist was something that Y/N thought would never happen. After all, when hearing about all his traumatic experiences that Eddie had as a child, even she wouldn’t have the guts to go in. But ever since landing her job, (as though a miracle or something), at Doctor Randall’s office, Y/N has learned a lot about the dental field. Like for instance, how important it was to floss, especially since when she was working with her doc, when she pulled all of the food out of Mr. Clarke’s teeth, which left a gaping hole, it woke Y/N up.

Since that day, Eddie has been a victim of Y/N going on and on about the importance of good dental hygiene. The horror stories that she would listen to would do enough to make him shiver and even rethink his own morning routines. “Really?” Eddie grimaced, holding off a gag, “someone had FUZZ on their teeth? Literal mold-like fuzz?”His girlfriend only nodded slowly, her face in a twist of disgust. “And babe the SMELL. Oh my god, Doc and I were going to pass out. It was fucking disgusting.” Y/N whined, shaking herself as a way to rid her of the thought. “I kid you not, Randall was going to pass out. She was literally walking around after we numbed him saying she should just take the damn teeth out.”

Staring at Y/N, after a huff, he caved. “Y/N just get me an appointment.”

“W-what?”

“Get me my damn appointment, Jesus H. Christ!”

And there he was, in the same dental chair that fuzz tooth was. Y/N was quick with the x-rays that were needed, after somehow convincing Dr. Randall that she truly wouldn’t need them all, but only because she didn’t want Eddie to get too freaked out with how stupid they tended to be. Y/N was in and out of his room checking in on him and making sure he was okay. Of course, he got a little amused when she saw how out of breath she was, due to her busy morning of extractions and fillings. “I promise you, we will be right in here baby, I want Doc to give you all the attention she has left.” She assured before popping back out in action. It didn’t take long, after about 5 more minutes waiting, Y/N came in with a wide smile upon her face. In towing in behind her, a female shorter than her, red hair all up in a bun with baby hair sticking out.

A busy morning indeed.

“Good morning Eddie, I’m Dr. Randall, it’s nice to meet you officially!” The greeting making Eddie scrunch his face in confusion. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you too Doc.” He replied, nerves making him mumble. Y/N was quick to step in behind him, sitting in the assistant chair as she gathered his x-rays for viewing, her hand fell onto his shoulder as she gave him a light squeeze.

“Okay, so Y/N told me everything about your previous experience with your last dentist, so I’ve decided that to make your life a little easier, I’m just going to go over everything I see.” Doctor Randall said, earning a sharp nod from Eddie. “Everything is going to be okay, Eds, I promise.” The promise that Y/N gave caused him to exhale sharply and slump his shoulders in defeat.

Everything is going to be okay, everything is going to be okay.

After a minute or two of Doctor Randall looking over his x-rays, and a quick examination of his mouth (that Eddie discreetly gripped Y/N’s hand for), a happy sigh escaped Doc's lips. “Welp, good news! Just one cavity! Your bone levels look great, and the cavity is actually really shallow. Y/N, can you chart down a shallow occlusal on 18?” Doc asked, removing gloves. Y/N gave a sharp, satisfied nod as she began to write down the findings. Eddie began to look around, wide eyed. “Does that mean I have to do it now? Y/N, I don’t wanna do it now.” He panicked, that flash of his childhood dentist's face flashed in his mind. Y/N, ever the mind reader, quickly came to his side. “Nope, baby. You can come in whenever I’m working, so you’ll have me by your side. Okay? Doctor Randall isn’t Doctor Stinson, I promise.” She assured, as the dentist backed out of the room to give them privacy.

Eddie breathed in relief, closing his eyes for a moment to calm his racing heart. “You must think I’m a pussy.” He mumbled, earning a squeeze of his hand. Looking up, he saw Y/N’s face of disapproval. “Eddie, baby, I literally had someone sob because Doc just entered a room. Don’t be so hard on yourself, dental phobias and anxieties are completely normal.” She stated, running her fingers through his curly hair. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.

After Eddie calmed down, Y/N bit her lip. Should she? Shouldn’t she? Would she be an asshole? Remembering one of the stories that Eddie once told her about his former dentist, one that made them both laugh. Giving him a beat of peace, Y/N leaned forward, showcasing her cheek. “Now, how about a kiss?” She asked, tapping her finger on her cheek. A scoff was earned paired with an eye roll. He chuckled, placing a quick kiss upon her cheek before placing another one of her lips.

“You’re lucky I love you, smartass. When’s my next appointment, dental lady?”

Maybe the dentist won’t be so scary after all.

#Eddie munson #Eddie munson x fem reader #Eddie munson fanfic #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson oneshot #Joseph quinn

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wei--wuxian · 1 year

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pisses me off how much of dental health is genetic. me and my partner have the exact same textbook-following dental hygiene routines and they've had 1-2 tiny fillings while i've had 6-7 plus an extraction due to the tooth literally dying!!! and guess what the difference is: my mum has shit teeth and has had like a million root canals while my partner's parents have normal teeth 🫠

so i know there are a lot of tumblr posts that go round about taking care of your teeth and of course that shit is important but also like. if you're brushing twice a day and flossing and you still end up needing treatment don't feel like you've failed because actually this shit just isn't fair.

#yeah im mad about it. being good doesnt mean you get good things.#sometimes it means you get to choose between a root canal or a big hole 🙃#fx.p

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bestdentistinsubhashnagar · 1 month

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#dental #dentist #harinagar

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br1ghtestlight · 8 months

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i have been to the dentist A LOT in the past six months like probably more than some people go in their entire lives and i still have no idea what ppl are talking about when they say they were drugged during like a routine oral exam or like a filling or wisdom tooth extraction?? they numb my mouth obviously so it doesnt hurt but they dont give me Drugs or anything im not loopy or tired. i just listen to music and let them poke around in my mouth then leave i have no idea wtf you guys are getting done to make u fully hallucinate & be high as fuck

even when they DID give me drugs like uhh during my first visit they gave me nitrous oxide it didnt make me goofy or sleepy or anything it was just supposed to help my anxiety which im not even sure it did bcuz i wasnt really that anxious. anyway why is everyone else getting drugs at the dentist whats going on 😭😭 is it bcuz you're all americans or am i supposed to be getting drugs or are they giving me drugs and im just immune. who knows

#even when they thought they were gonna do a full root canal on my teeth they didnt give me ANY drugs just made my mouth numb #is it like those drugs doctors give you before surgery. idk ive never had surgery before lmao #not complaining im just like what kind of dentist experience are u guys having!!!!!#i would obviously rather not be high #txt

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bluarabian · 9 months

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Freedom update.... (the horse)

Being a rescue, there are so many unknowns to their health. Even knowing this mare on and off for the past 4 years until I finally got her for 500 USDs. I always know buying "cheap" horses come at a great medical cost, and Freedom is no exception. I knew picking her up that I had some costs coming my way.

She came with horrible dirreaha and a bad winter coat. My guess was ulcers and was verified from the vet. With (pricy) medications, this has gotten under control, and I am able to use matanice medications to keep her stomach healthy. I am sure these onset early in life. She came from an auction 8 years ago (I have no idea from where) into another cruddy owners hands. When the owner I knew got ahold of her (4 years ago), said owner did okay but never does vet and didn't do dental.

Now let's talk dental....! She went to the local horse dentist and had two very bad cracked teeth, and both were necrotic. He was unable to extract due to them being cracked below the gum line. He suggested Idaho Horse Dentisty School. I called and managed to get an appointment for July 20th (today when I am posting!). This drive is about 4 hours away. So, with some planning, Max and I packed the girl up and made the long drive. She rode the long drive like a champion and when we arrived I have to give this school a lot of credit. They really do everything they can to keep the horse comfortable. Sedation, lidocaine, pre numbing, post op banamine... These people are Champs. Below are some photos, I won't share the extracted tooth here because blood but if you want to see the camera photos please continue...

Also horse in background getting routine cleaning... sedation doing that fellow really good.

Yikes, though, look at those awful teeth! This is why routine dental matters!

I imagine now that when she fully recovers and she can actually chew her food pain-free, her stomach will continue to heal and her health will continue to improve.

Neglect is so common in the Western states, and it stinks. Freedom is a really kind horse and I don't understand why people stop caring for these lovely animals. I'm glad to have her and even though she will in the long run cost more than a healthy horse I am happy to have her apart of the farm.

#horse #paint #rescue #dentist #medical

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voraciousvore · 4 months

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The Half-Blood Giant (45/51)

***Contains mouthplay***

Chapter 45: Toothache

When Hunter awakened the next morning, the woman he ate had sobered up and was fighting for her life. Unfortunately for her, during the course of the night she had slipped into the next stage of Hunter’s digestive system. Hunter decided to let her live just a little bit longer as he enjoyed the feeling of her crawling around inside his intestines. He went to the cafeteria for a modest breakfast and attended his classes as if nothing were out of the ordinary. For some reason, he had a toothache, and the irritating pain put him in a sour mood. When the woman started making too much noise out of desperation, he got annoyed with her and released his magic to digest her, until she became nothing more than chyme in his bowels.

For the whole day, Hunter’s molar throbbed and ached. He poked and picked at it with his tongue and nail, but couldn’t dislodge whatever was causing him discomfort. After school, he decided to find a dentist. He’d never been to a dentist before, but he’d read about them in books. He was sure a visit would bring him some relief. Fortunately, there was a clinic close to the school that he remembered seeing yesterday on his way to the wall. He hoped that he didn’t need an appointment.

He stepped into the reception room, looking lost. Was he supposed to just walk into the back rooms? Was that what was meant by a “walk-in?” Audrey, the receptionist, intervened and flashed him a warm smile. “Hi there, how can I help you?”

“My tooth hurts,” Hunter grunted. He grimaced as he fingered his jaw.

“Oh, I see… we have a full schedule today, but I’ll check and see if we can fit you in. Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll be right back?” The cheerful giantess skipped to the back while Hunter lowered his bulk into a flimsy chair that creaked under his weight. He shifted to get comfortable as the armrests dug into his sides and winced as his gums throbbed around his molar.

Audrey hurried over to Dr. Larson, the head of the clinic, who was busy extracting a rotten tooth from the mouth of a giantess. “Dr. Larson! We have a client who came in with tooth pain. Is there any way we could have him seen?”

Dr. Larson sighed and shook his head. “No, everyone has a full schedule today. Although... Eren only works half-days now. Maybe you can convince her to stay longer?”

Audrey’s smile dimmed with uncertainty. “Do you think… it would be okay for her?”

“That would be up to her,” the dentist replied curtly, focusing on his work.

Eren was in her own examination room, sanitizing her tools and preparing for the conclusion of her shift. She was having a good day today. All her clients had been nice, friendly giants and giantesses, regulars of hers that she felt safe around. She hadn’t experienced anything stressful to trigger a panic attack. It was her usual routine, with nothing out of the ordinary—just the way she liked it. She was feeling strong.

Audrey poked her head in with an apologetic look. “Hey, Eren?”

“What is it?”

“I know you’re done for the day, but there’s a client with a toothache and everyone else is busy… Do you think you could help him?”

Eren stiffened. “Is he one of our regulars?”

“No, I’ve never seen him before. He looked very unhappy though, like he was in pain.”

Eren swallowed nervously. She didn’t want to stay, but she hated to think a giant would be turned away who was in genuine pain, just because she was weak. She knew that the only way to overcome her fear was to face it head-on. She needed to be brave. She was prepared. She checked her wrist to make sure she was wearing her smartwatch—a compulsive habit of hers. Her compassion won out over her anxiety. She took a deep breath and started suiting up. “Alright. Send him in.”

Audrey nodded and left, returning a moment later with Hunter. Eren turned around and nearly lost her nerve as she witnessed the biggest giant she had ever seen in her life prowl into the room. He was so tall he had to stoop to fit through the doorframe. He made the full-grown giantess standing next to him look like a child. He glanced around the room blankly for a moment before his nose twitched in recognition of a human scent. He trained his cold green eyes on Eren and she nearly blacked out with terror as those eyes, just like the green eyes in her nightmares, swallowed up the rest of the room. She dropped her scraper tool, panting hard, and took a step back as her knees grew weak. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought it might explode.

“Eren, are you okay?” Audrey asked with concern, walking up to the table. She placed her hand gently around Eren in a protective gesture. Her touch snapped Eren out of her rising alarm.

“Y-yeah, I’ll be fine,” Eren mumbled, straightening herself out as she placed her hands on Audrey’s finger for support. Hunter quirked a brow as he watched silently. Eren assured herself that her fear was irrational; green eyes didn’t automatically make a giant evil. She checked her wrist again. Her smartwatch was still there. Joey was just a phone call away.

“Are you sure?” Audrey bent over so her gigantic face was closer to Eren’s level. “Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No, no. I’ll be fine, really. I’ll—I’ll let you know if... if I can’t handle it...”

“Okay.” Audrey was reluctant to leave, but she removed her hand and backed out of the room, giving Eren one last look before she left her alone with Hunter. Eren stood tall, but she was shaking like a leaf and kept her gaze focused on her feet.

“G-go ahead and h-have a s-seat,” she stammered. Her attempt to sound confident and authoritative fell flat with her stutter, but Hunter obeyed with a thin smirk of amusement. The chair groaned under his mass as he sat down. He rested his head casually on his fist, stroking his chin slightly as he observed Eren articulate her platform up to his level.

“M-mouthwash,” Eren mumbled, almost in a whisper, pointing while averting her gaze. She struggled not to tear up. Hunter didn’t understand why she was so afraid of him, but he enjoyed every second of it as he deferred to her direction and swished around some mouthwash. He spat the minty liquid into the cup and set it aside, leering wolfishly down at her before a twinge of pain in his tooth made him wince.

“Where does it hurt?” Eren breathed, barely audible. She cringed as Hunter opened his gaping maw right in front of her and pointed at his lower left molar.

“Right here. I think there might be something stuck in the gum,” Hunter explained. He set his chin on the chinrest and opened his mouth eagerly. He hadn’t expected the dental hygienist to be a human, but he wasn’t going to complain about having such an enticing little female go for a stroll in his mouth—especially one that smelled so good.

Eren shuddered down to her bones as she felt a gust of hot breath on her face and stared into the huge, drooling maw. She noticed the inside of the mouth was dripping excessively, with big drops of slobber sliding down the cheeks and teeth and pooling on the tongue. She tried to convince herself such a phenomenon might be caused by tooth pain, not hunger. She did observe some redness around the gums where the giant indicated he was hurting. He probably wasn’t lying. Probably.

She forced herself to move, her hands quivering as she strained against her panic. She had climbed into all sorts of different mouths hundreds of times at her job: Why would this mouth be any different? With shallow breaths, she slid her hand over the plush lip, then her legs, one at a time. Her shoes sank into the soft, moist flesh as she was bathed in humid warmth. She hauled herself over the fence of immense incisors next, onto the impatient tongue.

Hunter was disappointed when the only thing that contacted his tongue was rubber shoe soles, rather than appetizing human flesh. Nevertheless, the movements of a small prey in his mouth as she walked around on his tongue made him salivate profusely. He so badly wanted to close his jaws around her, tear off the rubber with his teeth, and rub her all over the inside of his mouth. Then, that glorious swallow that would transport her to his internal pleasure center, in his belly... he couldn’t help flexing his throat muscles ravenously at the thought. He felt the tiny human freeze and realized he needed to get himself under control. At the very least, he wanted his tooth fixed first before he even considered eating her.

Eren jerked away as a large wet drop of slobber slapped into her shoulder from the roof of the giant’s mouth. She needed to remain calm; everything was fine. She froze up as the looming gullet twitched with the throat walls, but that was normal—probably just gulping down excess moisture, right? Her whole body was jittery as she crouched down to examine his molar. In the narrow gap between the primitive white boulders of teeth, she noticed a large, oddly shaped object was jammed at an angle, and partially wedged into the gum. No wonder the giant was in so much pain.

Eren pulled her hooked dental tool, reminiscent of a scythe, out of her belt and poked it between the giant molars. She carefully wrapped the hooked end around the mystery object and gave it a solid tug. A drop of blood emerged from the gum where the object was stabbing into it. Hunter gasped in pain, making Eren lose her balance as her feet slid across his slippery tongue and she slapped her knees into the squishy, waterlogged surface. “Sorry, but this might hurt a bit,” Eren shouted. Her squeaky voice echoed into his throat.

Hunter grunted but didn’t protest. Eren carefully maneuvered the food debris out of the gum, trying not to harm the giant any further. After plenty of finessing, the bloody end came loose with a distinct popping sound. Eren tugged and grappled with it before she was able to pull the piece of food out from between the molars. Now that she had the whole chunk free, she could finally tell what it was, and her heart stopped.

She was holding, in her gloved hand, the lower section of a human man’s leg. The skin and muscles were in the process of disintegrating off the bones, but the leg was clearly identifiable, with a shoe and sock still attached on the foot. A sharp chunk of bone that had been crunched by the teeth was sticking out at an odd angle and had impaled the gum at the base of the tooth, which was why Hunter was in so much pain and couldn’t get the human remains out of his teeth on his own.

Eren couldn’t breathe as alarm bells screamed in her head. She was in danger; this giant was a man-eater, and she was entirely encompassed by his waiting mouth. She stumbled to her feet and scrambled to escape. Hunter, by pure instinct, snapped his teeth shut so she couldn’t climb out. Eren slashed at the delicate red flesh of his mouth with her dental tool and he opened his jaws with a yelp. Eren vaulted over his front teeth and bellowed, “HELP!” She tapped her smartwatch with her fingers sloppily to send Joey an emergency alert.

Audrey heard Eren’s cries and rushed over to see what was the matter. Eren was in a raw panic as she clawed at the controls of her moving platform to get away as fast as possible. She was too high up to jump off and run on her own. Hunter spotted the man’s calf and foot that she was still carrying and realized the reason for her sudden panic. He couldn’t let her leave. He seized her in his enormous fist, wrenching the dental tool out of her grasp and casting it aside as she squealed for help. He stood up and was accosted by the giantess secretary.

“What are you doing? Let her go!” Audrey demanded, grabbing at Hunter’s meaty fist and attempting to pry open his fingers. He smirked and shoved her aside with his superior bulk. She fell down yet bounced back quickly, desperately reaching for Eren, but Hunter held the tiny human high above his head and pushed her away again. Eren caterwauled with fear as Hunter laughed at her helplessness.

Hunter bent down through the doorway and exited into the hallway and back into the reception area. Audrey tried again to save her coworker, but this time Hunter smacked her down hard, knocking off her glasses, and she wasn’t able to get up right away. Hunter left the building and hurried down the sidewalk, hoping nobody was following him.

The little human was making too much of a racket; he needed to shut her up. He squeezed and threatened her but she only shrieked louder in response. With a scowl, he dangled her over his open mouth and dropped her inside. Her screams were muffled now, but he was again disappointed by the rubbery taste of her protective garments. He wanted to taste her. He started to chew at the edges of the outerwear, careful not to bite down on the tiny thrashing woman, until he was able to tear off the clothing with his teeth. He spat out the clothes like sunflower seed shells and sampled the woman’s flavor, rolling her around on his tongue. She was meaty, like a high-quality steak, and seasoned with salty tears.

Eren’s call to Joey did not go unheeded. Fortunately, Joey and Ray were close by, and they sped over in their police cruiser, sirens blaring. As the car approached Hunter, the two cops recognized him immediately and figured out he must be the one threatening Eren. Joey slammed on the brakes and pulled up to him, jumping out of the car.

“Release the human!” Joey yelled, pointing his gun. Ray ran to his side with a determined look, gun ready. Hunter’s mind raced for a way out, but he discerned in the moment that resisting the cops would lead to a worse result. He couldn’t deny it, since there was a witness at the clinic, and if he swallowed Eren they could force him to throw her back up. He reluctantly complied and spat her out into his palm. She vibrated in his hand as he held her out with his fingers splayed open.

“EREN!” Joey shouted, surging forward. He briskly holstered his gun and rescued Eren from Hunter’s clutches, holding her protectively against his chest. She sobbed and buried herself in Joey’s shirt, trembling uncontrollably. He wrapped his hands snugly around her, murmuring soothing words. Despite everything that had transpired, Eren still had the presence of mind to hold on tightly to the severed leg. When Joey noticed it and recognized what it was, nausea rose in his throat. He removed the decaying limb from Eren so she wouldn’t have to look at such gruesome carnage.

While Joey attended to his mini fiancée, Ray took Hunter into custody. “You’re under arrest,” Ray proclaimed, slapping cuffs on Hunter and hauling his oversized body into the backseat of the police car. Hunter’s demeanor unsettled Ray. Despite being arrested, and his superior size compared to the two officers, the giant teenager didn’t resist and seemed unconcerned—amused, even, as if the law couldn’t touch him. He was devoid of any regret or remorse for his actions. Ray slammed the door, locking him in, and tried to ignore the goosebumps prickling over his skin.

Chapter 46

Chapter 1

#I am so so sorry Eren I am such a cruel author ;-;

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