#cw: drunk proposition

[sunsherbet]

Car Kisses

In which you finally kiss your outrageously adorable best friend.

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

CW: brief mentions of food, unedited

The high-top table was cluttered with empty appetizer dishes and half-drunk iced teas. You and Spencer had been here for an hour or two, working through as many small plates as you could manage.

It had been nearly two months since you’d seen him. He'd been buried in back-to-back cases, and you hadn’t had the chance to sit together like this in forever. Now, as the moon started to rise, you felt blissfully content. Your stomach was pleasantly full, and your cheeks ached from how hard and often you’d been laughing all night.

“Do you want a ride home?” Spencer asks as he places his card on the tab.

“First you pay for dinner now you offer me a ride? Careful Spence, I’m gonna start thinking you’re trying to proposition me.” You laugh, taking his offered hand to hop off the bar stool.

“If a man ever tries to proposition you with the bare minimum give him my number.” Spencer glances at your entwined hands curiously but doesn’t brooch the subject. You know you should drop it but when you laxen your grip he tightens his.

You grin teasingly, “Ah and you’ll handle it will you?”

“What’s with the face! I’m an FBI agent!” Spencer makes an indignant noise.

“Mhm and what exactly will you do, Doctor? Give him a strongly worded talk about the probability of them getting a second date?”

He pushes the door to the bar open and leads you out into the winter air. “Or maybe I’ll let them know that I possess an... extensive understanding of how to get away with murder.”

The wind whips across your face, and you raise your free hand to shield your eyes from its biting sting. Spencer quickens his pace so that his body blocks the wind, his hand reaching back to keep yours gently entwined.

“They will laugh in your face Spencer, you’re the least intimidating person I’ve ever met!” You call out over the whipping wind.

He clicks the car to life and you see the red lights shine through the foggy night. You sigh in relief as the warm vehicle gets closer and closer to view.

Spencer opens the passenger door and you shove your skirt inside the door before he gently closes it. Damn was it too cold to have a skirt on right now.

He slides into the driver seat and turns your face to his, seemingly set on finishing your conversation, “For you, I can be anything.”

You try to stammer out a response but all you can manage is a weak nod.

Spencer holds your gaze for a moment longer, and you take in the sight of your incredibly attractive best friend. His hair has grown since you last saw him, soft curls now resting around his ears. His face is a mix of sharp and soft features, with high cheekbones and a gentle jawline. His amber eyes, framed by long dark lashes, draw you in.

“Damn it’s cold.” He blows into his hands before flicking the seat heaters on.

Maybe it's the way his slightly-chapped lips form an 'O,' such a subtle gesture yet it sends a spark through you, making your thighs involuntarily clench. Or perhaps it’s the slow, undeniable burn you've felt for your best friend over the past few months, a longing that’s been quietly building until now, finally taking hold of you in a way you can no longer ignore. You grab the hand that was previously in yours and pull him over the console and into your lips.

He rears back slightly in shock, lips parted and eyes wild and searching yours for the reason for such a change in behavior.

You’d give him an answer if you had one yourself. You don’t, though, so you tug on his collar once more in response. Spencer meets your gaze with a curious look, but then something shifts in his eyes—something deeper, something more intense. Suddenly, his hand gently cups your jaw and he pulls you closer, melding his lips with yours in a kiss that feels both familiar and new.

The kiss is slow at first, tentative, as if neither of you quite knows where to go from here, but the warmth of his lips against yours sparks something inside you. His thumb traces the curve of your jaw, coaxing you into the moment, urging you to let go of everything else. You can feel the pulse of his heartbeat against your chest, steady and sure, and for a moment, it's just the two of you—no questions, no doubts—only the soft pressure of his lips and the quiet electricity building between you.

Spencer smiles against your lips and suddenly you actually believe that he could be anything you need him to.

[saintagron]

Hello! Do u have any modern cait headcanons?

hello ! modern!caitlyn headcanons.

this was a welcome reprise after my ap lang mock exam thank yew <3 cw. age gaps referenced sparingly (older!reader), implied sex, first time together, drunk sex (you're both equally tipsy), just a bunch of cobbled together concepts okay let's go!!

✶. oh frazzled city girl you are so special to me. she's set up in manhattan with a street-view apartment, large enough to hold a master suite and a guest bedroom and a little hideaway bathroom without even encroaching on the joined living room + kitchen. all paid for, of course, mommy's credit card automatically set to send out rent the first of every month.

✶. you wouldn't know that though—not with the way she runs around like she's a missed paycheck away from homelessness. perhaps your a ceo and you've seen men with families to support lazing around on your dime for long enough that her productivity is refreshing. or perhaps you're her coworker, finally having someone competent to do projects with. or maybe the barista she gets morning coffee from, or the girl at the bodega where she gets her breakfast... so many possibilities.

✶. absolutely enthralled by gay clubs and lesbian bars. you ever seen but i'm a cheerleader? she's megan walking into the cocksucker the first time she slips into the club, id clenched in hand and so grateful that her sharp cheekbones make her look old enough that she doesn't get carded at the bar. (cait who can hold her liquor annoyingly well... she's totally obnoxious about it too.)

✶. thinking about meeting her there, buying her a drink and cooing are you sure you're old enough to be here? just to watch her cheeks flush ruddy. (i don't think she'd have alcohol flush syndrome.. but it would be fun teasing her about it.) or maybe it's your first time at the club as well, and you huddle up in a corner booth and giggle at the drunken dancers, getting progressively tipsier before she eventually propositions you.

("so.. how about my place?" she's significantly less subtle when she's drunk—there's no sly grin on her face or soft coaxing. but it's irritatingly charming, and you're tipsy, so you'll give her a pass. "you're so drunk." you laugh, giggling against her jaw. why you're smushed into the center of the booth when there's four feet of space on either side of you is unclear. but you're both very, very tipsy, and it's hot enough in here that sitting next to each other isn't a bother. "so are you." she accuses, and then falls back into her pleas. "come home with me." "very romantic, cait." "is that a yes?" "...whatever, yeah.")

✶. very giggly, very soft first time—because you're drunk and she's drunk and she won't stop waxing poetically about how pretty you are or about how your arms or stomach or thighs look so beautiful contrasting against her navy sheets. know she's sucking bruises purple and blue onto your skin (working extra hard if you're dark-skinned and they don't show up as well...) and getting so embarrassed about it in the morning. yup yes yay!

✶. and if i say she's addicted to candy crush... needs reading glasses but usually wears contacts. so in the morning she looks so scrumptious with the frames perched low on her nose but delicious! and tasty! are coming out of her phone's tinny speakers. smacking her blindly when it's too early and you're still buried in your pillow, telling her to turn that shit down.

✶. she's absolutely the type of girl that people take videos and pictures of on the subway. tall, with a perfect ponytail and a killer outfit. goes viral every time and becomes a little bit of an internet phenomenon.. she starts an instagram to post random shit like her paper target after she's done at the shooting range (almost perfect, of course) or the sunset from your apartment and she's just flooded with followers. ends up turning off her comments because of it.

✶. from the way she dresses, where she comes from, and where she lives, you would expect her to be another sheltered brat—stuck in manhattan without even growing up there—but she takes you to the most obscure places. a peruvian place in harlem, a hole in the wall sushi place whose owners know her by name... she's got restaurants upon restaurants to take you to. (she only knows so many places because she cannot cook for herself and ate out almost every night before meeting you... don't tell her you know!)

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Aegon with barkeep reader—you aren't getting paid enough for this.

cw(s): yandere themes & suggestiveness

Yandere Aegon always escaped to Fleabottom to indulge in pleasures and escape painful memories. The weight of the crown on his head nearly snapped his neck every time he was forced to wear it. Yet here, in Dragon Breaths Tavern, he was simply another stranger within the crowd of thousands. He always chose to conceal his appearance, but his voice was always what gave him away.

He has a favorite barkeep: you.

You always listen to his ramblings. You make sure he has somewhere to sleep when he is far too intoxicated to escape back to the castle. You're irritable and snap at people. It's hot. You never let anyone get away with anything in the bar, not even him. 

Mhm.

He'd whine your name in the middle of the night when his mind was far too gone to care about the possible consequence.

Yandere Aegon is incredibly talkative while drunk. His depression, or known at that time as just an incurable sadness, was on full display. He'd ask for your strongest drink and order so many that he forgot his name and title. It was almost endearing. He'd babble on about what made him sad, and you'd listen attentively.

You didn't have to worry much about people realizing he was the king. The ones that did disappeared. They were murdered, most likely.

You may have no formal education, but that doesn't make you completely inept.

You could see the unhinged glint in his violet irises. You could tell he was getting attached. You just couldn't do much about it. You need the job, and he never forgets to give you a hefty tip for your service.

Yandere Aegon has propositioned you on multiple occasions. Most of the time he's plastered, a handful he's not. He always gives you a sly smile and some fleeting touches. You scolding him only makes him want you more. He's hard more than he's drunk.

Whether you agreed to it or not, the only difference is time. If you love him, then you get your freedom just a bit longer. If you're stubborn about your love, then he'll make sure there are chains around your hands, ankles, and most importantly, heart.

Yandere Aegon makes you take a job in the castle. You become the cupbearer. It's a job that doesn't bring much excitement, unless you count pompous nobles talking through their asses 'excitement'. You make a good amount of coin. Your social status rises faster than a dragon taking to air.

Your own room. A room near Aegon's.

It is as if he purposefully thinned the walls, much to your displeasure. You can hear the moans from whores and Aegon alike during the hours when everyone is given rest. It's an endless torture that slips into your dreams, making them wetter than you've ever dreamt before.

Yandere Aegon has many people thinking it is inappropriate to have a commoner suddenly peak the king's interest so blatantly. You are no longer the dirt on the bottom of the nobility's shoe. You are almost equal, if not greater, due to the protection you are afforded by the ruler.

Rumors aren't needed. They will say their peace to your face. They don't fluff it up with their frivolously sacchariferous words. Those who dare are crude and ruthless.

The next day they'll end up with their heads on pikes outside the castle.

Yandere Aegon wants you as a second spouse. He fucks other whores, but only because he can't have you all day and night. He'll stop after the both of you get married. He knows it's a pipdream. He's the king, though.

Who is going to stop him?

It's not going to be Alicent or Otto.

He's not letting Aemond fucking touch you. Asshole tried to char him once. He got out with multiple scars, but he is able to walk and is still quite a looker. Aemond won't steal you. He'll the gut the fucker before it comes to that.

Yandere Aegon just needs alcohol and you. It's the only two things that're keeping him securely tethered to this world. Your specialty is alcohol. It's a match made in the heavens.

tags: ( @kawaiicoffeedream ) & ( @littybeech )

[butteronabun]

cw: drunk reader

Diluc’s strength is no joke.

You barely remember in your late teenage years when, for some reason, Kaeya mischievously put Diluc and a man in one room together to do an arm wrestling challenge.

At the time, you were worried, because his opponent was twice Diluc’s size. The man looked like he could crush a watermelon with only his fists.

As the crowd gathered around to spectate the competition between the former cavalry captain and the giant, you watched with bated breath as the countdown went down. You mulled over interrupting their business, there were a lot of grown men cheering and yelling making bets on who would be the victor, you decided not to, because there was also a part of you that was curious on what would happen.

When someone hollered for them to begin, everyone expected some kind of struggle. But there was only a curt and loud thud.

Diluc, in one swift motion, easily overpowered the bigger man’s arm by pining it firmly on the surface.

You underestimated him. Diluc really took his training seriously, and it would be more evident ( in his physical growth ) as he got older.

So now, in the present, your sober self will probably regret this proposition you just made with him once you wake up tomorrow.

“We don’t really have to do this, my love,” Diluc says, a worried frown plastered on his handsome face. “You’re not in the right state of mind – you ought to go to bed.”

Archons only know where you gained your confidence. After two pints of beer in his tavern ( in which he vehemently disapproved of but allowed you to indulged only this once ), you were immediately red and intoxicated.

( Thankfully, it was closing time when you started sputtering out unintelligible comments and murmurs. Diluc wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he enjoyed the way home to the manor because you kept on spoiling him with small kisses on the cheeks, and how he was so “strong” and “so great.” It was going to be a secret between the two of you.

Now that you both were finally inside your shared bedroom, Diluc’s plan was simple: to give your affections back tenfold by relishing on your adorable self’s clinginess and cuddling you before succumbing to slumber. But apparently, after changing into comfortable sleepwear, you had other plans. )

“Am not drunk!” you exclaim, before clumsily pulling him closer. Diluc assists you by easing himself right into your embrace. “How dare you say that, you—“

“I did not even say that you were inebriated,” Diluc retorts, and you catch the small smirk on his kissable lips. Wow. You really want to wipe the smugness in his face by kissing him. Or you want him to kiss you. Eh, both is good. “You are staring. Do you need anything? Maybe we should rest now and—“

“Nuh–uh.” You shake your head stubbornly. You tighten your hold around your beefy husband who looks down at you with obvious softness in his scarlet eyes. “Arm wrestle with me. Please?”

Diluc caresses your cheek with his thumb. “I do not think that is a good idea.”

You grin, “But that’s what you think. I, however think that it is a good idea!” Unaware, you start to roam your hands under his silky shirt. Diluc visibly stiffens, when you reach certain spots in his defined muscles. “Pleaaaasee?”

You wonder if Diluc has caught on, with the way he begins to blush from your insinuations. For a moment, he sighs in defeat, and then presses his lips on your forehead. He whispers, “Alright.”

You celebrate when he takes you to the dresser. He gently lets you sit on the plush stool, while he takes another chair to be beside you. You excitedly swing your arm, waiting for his own, and you cackle in delight when his warm fingers intertwines with yours.

“Don’ flirt with me. ‘s not a good a strategy,” you claim, and Diluc surprises you by kissing you promptly on the cheek. “Diluuuuc. . .”

“I cannot help it,” He confesses, looking a little timid and apologetic. But you know that he may do it again. “But if that is what you wish, then—“

“Later,” you pout. It’s not like you don’t like his kisses. There’s a more important thing to do here! “e’re gonna compete first.”

As you explain the rules of arm wrestling to him despite the basics already ingrained in your brains, you fail to notice how Diluc keeps on gazing at you with such fondness.

“Also, just because you do lifts and I don’t doesn’t mean you’ll go easy on me,” you boldly say. Diluc has as advantage, sure, but you believe that you can find a way in breaking his victory streak. You just can feel it in your bones. Trust.

But as always, Diluc keeps on defeating you. But the good thing about it is that your husband continues to dote on you even more, even if you grumble at him.

With the loving ( and supportive ) glances he sends you while you attempt to beat him and random kisses he gives you every time he wins “my reward” he says—you repeatedly tell him not to flirt with you, and he, in turn, answers again with “I just couldn’t help it.”

[euphemiaamillais]

meadow song — sejanus plinth

cw: 18+//loss of virginity//blowjobs//handjobs (the whole nine yards basically)//semi-public sex//exhibitionism (coryo is watching)//jealous!coryo//reader is a slut for peacekeepers ;)//creampie//mentions of prev. relationship with coryo

when private coriolanus snow, an ex-lover of yours, enlists you to take the virginity of his best friend, sejanus plinth, you take him up on the offer, wanting to give him a birthday present he’ll remember

when you’d been propositioned by private snow, the more daring and at times flirtatious of the two boys, you’d returned his offer with a look of surprise. to take his fellow peacekeeper’s virginity? you weren’t even sure that his friend had wanted that, but private snow assured you—private plinth was going to be nineteen soon, and it was a gift from his ‘best friend’.

you had slept with private snow once or twice—in fact you’d been the one to pop his cherry—and were in good terms with him. sometimes he’d sneak you some of sejanus’ ma’s food, he seemed to enjoy your company, and because you liked him so much, you’d agreed to be the one to take sejanus’ virginity.

he was a sweet boy, you two had frequently enjoyed conversation at the hob, but part of you was nervous with how to approach him. private snow had invited you to join them in the meadow on their free sunday, and you decided that nothing harmful could come from it.

it was a balmy day, so you were dressed in nothing but a white sundress which scraped just past your knees, and donned a wide-brimmed sun hat that reminded you of what your grandmother used to wear, before the war. you lived in the seam, so the meadow was not too far of a walk, and there was a cool enough breeze that it didn’t feel like heatstroke would strike you down as you made your way to the meadow.

when you arrived, the boys were nestled under the shade of the tree, eating an array of sejanus’ ma’s sweets. you saw there was also a plastic bag—full of ice, coryo’s treat—and a bottle of white liquor. you supposed they’d gotten it the night before at the hob, because half of it had already been downed and the laughter of the two of them indicated they were somewhat inebriated.

‘i hope you two aren’t drunk,’ you greeted them, settling down against one of the rocks.

coriolanus grinned at you, but sejanus could hardly meet your eyes. clearly he was shy about what coryo had planned for him—at least, you assumed that he had been informed about his birthday present.

‘do you want some of ma’s cookies?’ coryo offered you the box, and you took one with a grateful smile.

your stomach had been grumbling since last night—you’d not had enough money to eat today, and were thankful for the delicious sweet treats that ma plinth often baked.

‘thank you, coryo,’ you swallowed it down in one bite, and took another one hungrily.

there was silence for a while, nothing but the sound of jabberjays whistling permeated the balmy air. you were parched, and reached for the bag of ice without asking—you hoped it was a given—piercing the side and letting the cool liquid trickle down your throat.

when you finished drinking and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, you noticed sejanus’ dark eyes were on you. you returned his gaze, and his cheeks suddenly pinked before coryo broke the silence.

‘sej, you don’t need to be embarrassed. she’s only here to help,’ coryo said with a laugh, and sejanus cast a gentle nod.

‘if it helps, i really like you sej,’ you moved to settle down next to him, taking his hand in your own.

‘i don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything,’ he begun, bottom lip trembling.

for such a broad and stocky boy, his temperament was overly-tender. something you wouldn’t have expected, had you not know him, but the way the skin around his eyes softened, and how his cheeks crinkled each time he smiled, told a different story.

‘sejanus…’ your lips curved into a smile. ‘i want to.’

‘she knows what she’s doing, sej,’ coryo remarked with a knowing grin.

‘hey, don’t brag, coriolanus,’ you stretched out the syllables of his name teasingly.

you nestled closer against sejanus, feeling the heat radiating between your bodies. he shyly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, while coryo cast a slightly jealous look at the two of you. sejanus couldn't see that though, he only flushed some more, while you pondered upon how you'd walk him through the motions.

he'd probably kissed a few girls before—you figured they knew games like spin the bottle and truth or dare in the capitol—but in every other aspect, according to coriolanus, his friend was completely virginal. you blushed a little, even though you were a well-versed lover, because taking someone's innocence always resulted in a few awkward moments—usually on the boy's behalf. you wanted it to happen as perfectly as it could, particularly because he wasn't just interested in chasing his pleasure like coryo had been.

‘you can kiss me, if you want,’ you murmured softly to sejanus, who took you up on the offer.

though it was hot, you were too determined to give up on your endeavours. you shut your eyes, and felt sejanus press his lips against yours. he was soft, at first, hand moving to clasp your neck, before he deepened the kiss. his mouth was hot, and his tongue slid between your plump lips which were equally as willing.

you could feel coryo’s eyes burning into the two of you—somehow it caused your thighs to tingle a little at the thought of him watching you, and the jealousy that must’ve been raging through his veins. sejanus let out a soft moan as you moved one hand to grip at the nape of his neck, your touch surprisingly cool. your mouths danced as you kissed for a while longer, uncaring that your foreheads were bumping as you began to embrace one another with fervour.

your forehead glistened with sweat as you pulled away, seeing sejanus’ dark eyes deepen with a look of satisfaction. perhaps he wasn’t as shy as you’d thought—he was certainly a very good kisser. the first time coryo had kissed you it had been like he was suffocating and you were his air. sejanus on the other hand, was softer, more delicate and yet at the same time brought a sense of passion to your embrace.

coryo’s gaze was searing as you met his icy eyes. he fiddled with a stick, seemingly carving it with a touch of envy as you moved to sit by either side of sejanus’ thighs. the feeling of your bare legs brushing against his fatigues made his heart thump a little faster, the blood beginning to pool deep in his belly, threatening to rush to his cock.

you moved your hand to creep up his leg, watching his chest heave slightly as you brushed your palm over the growing bulge in his pants. he stifled a groan, but you could see the way his lips curved into a satisfied grin, and continued to tease your hand against his clothed cock.

‘please, don’t tease me,’ sejanus begged, a look of exasperation drawn upon his features.

you cast a brief nod, seeing how riled up he already was. you were inclined to be kinder with him; you'd forgotten that unlike coryo, most men hated the teasing—whereas coryo saw it as a challenge for himself.

sejanus' cock seemed properly hard when you unzipped his pants, and when you slid your hand past the waistband of his boxers, you could feel how he throbbed. a slight whimper left his lips, but he attempted to keep quiet because being reduced to a whining mess in front of his best friend would have led to lifelong mortification. coryo would never let that go.

you began to stroke him gently, and when you pulled his cock fully out of his underwear your eyes widened. while he wasn't as long as coryo, he had more than double the girth. his tip was leaking a little with precum, and the veins that danced down his cock were angrily pulsating.

'you're really a virgin?' you whispered, one brow cocked in surprise. how could a girl say no to him? he was sweet—too sweet at times—handsome, and his cock... well, you counted yourself lucky to be the one to take his virginity. it was almost an honour.

'yeah...' he admitted, cheeks burning a little.

coryo's ears perked up, as he attempted to surmise what you two were discussing, but you kept your voice low, understanding that sejanus wanted to keep this private.

'well, i never would've been able to tell,' you smiled softly, and sejanus' lips flickered into a pleased, almost proud, grin.

'girls back in the capitol... they didn't like how i was from the districts,' he sighed, eyes filling with a look of forlorn.

'well you don't have to worry about that with me,' you pressed a kiss to his cheek, before moving down to work at his achingly hard cock.

you stroked it gently for a minute or two, thumbing the tip and smearing the precum over his thick shaft. sejanus groaned, tossing his head back as your hands worked deftly at him. you decided to go all out—it was his birthday present, after all.

you moved to kneel in the grass, settling yourself between his knees. he looked down at you with anticipatory want, mouth watering at the sight of you before him. eyes wide, tongue darting out as you bent to lick his cock. coryo couldn't see what was going on—and you preferred to keep it that way. if he was jealous it was his own fault; he'd recruited you to take sejanus' virginity. any claim he'd had over you had obviously been ceded with this request.

sejanus groaned as your tongue laved at his sensitive tip, more precum dribbling out. you smiled up at him as you wrapped your lips around his cock, letting your tongue move down the underside of his shaft, brushing against a particularly sensitive vein. one of his hands gently rooted itself in your hair—he'd seen coryo do that enough times—gently playing with it as you began to bob your head up and down.

your lips were stretched around his girthy cock, and you took him as far down as you could, gagging as his tip hit the back of your throat. his breathing was ragged as your tongue danced around his shaft, sticky saliva coating every inch of him. while his girth made it harder to take him, once you hollowed out your cheeks you managed to fill your throat, unlike coryo who made you tear up when he forced himself as far as he could go.

he bucked his hips gently, but when you made a soft gagging sound in response he murmured out an apology. you shook your head—he was so sweet and gentle, such a contrast to the other men you'd had before. it almost made you want to cry.

a little embarrassed at how close he felt, sejanus began to worry that he'd finish in your mouth. you felt him twitching, and removed your mouth, leaning back against your heels. he sighed at the loss of feeling, but was secretly glad that you'd sensed he was getting closer to his release.

on slightly shaky feet, you stood up and moved your legs either side of sejanus. his hands daringly crept up under the hem of your dress, and when his fingers caressed your inner thigh a soft moan escaped your lips. he felt so good—his touch was warm, and in spite of the heat in the meadow that made your head spin, you leaned into his ministrations. one of his fingers brushed across your core unknowingly, and you let out a loud sigh.

coryo's eyes met yours and your face reddened in embarrassment. he'd heard you make that sound half-a-dozen times with him, and now his best friend—his virgin best friend—was eliciting those same content sighs from your lips.

'seems like you know what you're doing, sej,' you remarked, an impish grin painted upon your face.

sejanus laughed, shaking his head. 'no, not really.'

his cock still throbbed pathetically, and his hips rutted a little in an attempt to ease his wanton need. your thighs tingled as he continued to grasp at them, hands managing to lace themselves into the waistband of your panties. sejanus tugged them down with a look of proud surprise, letting them fall to your ankles.

'sejanus,' you said breathily, lowering yourself down against him.

his eyes widened as you sank down on him, your cunt achingly wet as you felt the fat head of his cock stretch you out. your lips stretched around a lustful moan, which was mottled with the sound of his own groan of pleasure.

'fuck...' he cursed, a heavy breath escaping his lips.

you felt so good—so, so good. he didn't know if he could last any longer. shame painted his features as he began to worry about coming in you—imagine that. coryo would never let him live it down.

you let your cunt sink fully around him, feeling his tip poking against your cervix as he filled you to the hilt. he cursed himself for not having done this sooner—he hadn't expected it to feel so amazing, the way you clenched around him, how wet you were. you began to slide up and down, your cunt so slick with want that the sound of it squelching against his cock could be heard even by coryo.

the two of you were panting by this point, sweat clinging to your foreheads, your tendrils of hair sticking to the back of your perspiring neck. you didn't care though, he felt so deliciously good, you were pleasantly full. the veins brushed slightly against your walls, causing your head to loll back a little at the sensation.

'so big,' you panted as sejanus gave his hips an experimental thrust.

when he saw how your eyes rolled back, he moved again, this time with more vigour. your clit was throbbing, but as sejanus continued to buck into you, you lost the want to rub slow circles around it, instead feeling his girthy cock hitting that sensitive spot inside of you.

'i-' sejanus struggled through his words, eyes fluttering shut in exasperation. 'so fucking good, don't know if i can-'

you silenced him with your lips, pressing a hot kiss against his mouth and letting your tongue slide between his wet lips. he moaned into your mouth as you clenched around him again, feeling the beginnings of your own release begin to pool in your cunt.

the pit of your stomach was a tight coil, hot and slowly beginning to unravel with every rut of his hips. you'd never orgasmed before from penetration alone, and certainly never with a virgin. you were slightly shocked at how good his cock was filling you out, the girth more than making up for his average length.

'oh god, sejanus!' you cried out, watching coryo grunt with disbelief. to him, it looked as if you were putting on a show. both you and sejanus knew that it was far from the truth—your legs were trembling as you came closer and closer to your peak.

sejanus felt a rush of confidence mixed with adrenaline and pressed kisses against your neck, lips trailing down to your jugular. he sucked hotly at the skin, teeth dragging along them. you moaned at the tension, and soon enough felt yourself come undone.

wetness gushed from your cunt, coating his cock in a delicious slick that only drove him further over the edge. the way you were clenching was maddening, he looked down for a second to see a milky ring at the base of him, your own want clear on his shaft. he could hardly believe that he'd made you come on his first attempt. perhaps coryo wasn't as good as he thought.

'sej,' you huffed, continuing to ride his cock, edging him towards his own pleasure.

sejanus groaned, hands wrapping around your waist as he thrust his hips into your tight, wet cunt. your head swum from the heat and your body began to tingle from overstimulation, but you continued to let his cock press at your cervix, enjoying how well he was doing. he'd certainly performed better than coriolanus, who finished in thirty seconds when you'd taken his virginity.

'gonna...' he caught his breath, balls tightening for release. 'gonna cum.'

he rose his brows in askance, and you gave a heady nod, delighting at the thought of him filling you up. he was sent over the edge when you clenched around him for a final time, groaning as hot cum spurted into your cunt. it was so sticky, and you continued to sink up and down on his shaft, watching as his own cum trickled back down over his cock.

it was messy, shamefully so, but you couldn't help but giggle at the sensation of his cum slipping out of your cunt. sejanus was in overdrive, and a few whimpers escaped his lips, causing you to grin impishly.

'i hope you liked your present, sejanus,' you murmured against his lips, sliding gently off his cock.

he nodded dumbly, cock beginning to go flacid. there was so much mess on his uniform, but you couldn't help but smirk—everybody would know that he'd finally gotten some play.

'and coryo,' you called out him—he was glowering at you with jealousy as you cleaned yourself up. 'sejanus is better than you ever were.'

[awanderingdeal]

Hi! Im happy your requests are open again! Do you think you can write kasey and alex kissing for the first time maybe back when they played together? Maybe make it a little spicy? Please and thank youu🤍

Thanks for the prompt! This was fun to write. It isn't really spicy. Like maybe, a bit of cracked black pepper level of spice? Some heated kissing. I hope you enjoy!

Rating: T+

Content warnings: heavy kissing, alcohol and drunkenness (no kissing under the influence, but drunk person does ask and is rejected), mention of healed injury.

Please let me know if you think I missed any content warnings.

Credit for sweater weather universe, Alex and Kasey goes to @lumosinlove

"Look who got his medical note signed off and is available to play the next game!" Alex crashed into the locker room, waving the yellow note that every player that had ever been injured knew the relief of receiving. He grinned at the loud cheer that erupted from his teammates, ducking away from the hands that tried to ruffle his perfectly coiffed hair.

"Nice one, Hazard. Can't wait to have you back," Foley patted him enthusiastically on the back. "Come on then, you know the drill by now."

He'd learned of many traditions during the last season and a half he'd been on the team, this was one of his favourites. Players returning from injury would get a kiss, mostly on the cheek, from their team. He'd never really questioned why exactly they did it, having learned early on that hockey players superstitions rarely had any logic to them.

"Stick one on here then, Cap," Alex laughed, tapping his finger against his cheek. He'd barely moved the digit before Foley had grasped his shoulders and pressed his lips against his cheek.

"Okay then, who's next gentlemen?" Foley rallied the team. Alex received kiss after kiss after kiss, short messages of congratulations after each one. It was always nice to be part of a team, but these moments felt extra special.

"Welcome back, Al," Kasey smiled softly at him. Over the last few months, Alex had noticed he seemed to receive a disproportionate amount of the rare smiles Kasey gave out. Their closeness made sense though, they lived together.

"Thanks Kase." Alex leaned forward to accept his kiss, his head tilted slightly to offer his cheek.

"O'Hara! My office, please." Their coach'' voice always managed to cut through the chaos of the room, never unfriendly, but firm enough to corral the rowdy team. On reflex, Alex turned towards the source of the call, his mouth somehow meeting Kasey's.

Oh, those lips were soft.

"Sorry," Kasey jumped back, panic written all over his face. Alex wasn't quite sure what to make of it. It wasn't all that uncommon for players to smack a kiss to one another's lips during a celebration, so the obvious distress was confusing. He wondered if it had something to do with the fact that whilst Alex had never publicly said anything about his sexuality, it was no secret to the team that he wasn't straight. Kasey had never mentioned anything about it before though. Alex really hoped this wasn't going to be a problem between them.

"Don't worry about it, I know I'm a catch," Alex tried for a joke, but he could hear the strain in the words. The silence that fell between them felt heavy. Alex coughed, hoping the noise would help reset the mood. "Well, I better -" he gestured in the direction of the small office attached to the locker room.

Kasey nodded, his eyes tracking towards the office too, and then looking back at Alex. He bit his lip, opening his mouth and then quickly closing it again. "Yeah, you go. Like I said, Welcome back, Alex."

The chat with Coach Hooch was quick, but by the time Alex had made it back out into the locker room, Kasey had disappeared.

***

Kasey sat back up as soon as Alex had wrestled him onto his bed, the stench of whiskey seeping from his pores. He made no move to brush the hair that fell into eyes away, so Alex did it for him.

"It's okay, I've set your alarm. There's nothing to worry about. Go to sleep," Alex soothed, trying to get Kasey to lie back down.

Alex rubbed at his eyes, slightly tipsy himself, and very tired. He already knew the next morning's practise was going to be a long one.

"I have my own bed right next door."

"You're tired," Kasey patted the bed next to him. "You should lie down."

Alex had always thought those lines in movies or books about time stilling were stupid over exaggerations, until then. Kasey's fingers were red hot against his lips and Alex really really wanted to say yes.

Kasey huffed. Before Alex could react, Kasey's fingers were brushing against his lips. "Could I kiss you? I liked it earlier."

He gulped, grasping Kasey's hand and giving it a small squeeze before he stepped away. "You, Sir, are drunk. You need to sleep." Alex allowed himself a last glance, finding Kasey already asleep, before shoving the last ten minutes to the back of his mind.

***

"Morning, there's coffee in the pot if you want it," Alex greeted Kasey far more chirpily than his exhaustion warranted. He had never really settled into sleep, the feel of Kasey's hair brushing against his skin replaying over and over in his mind. And those cheek bones. Those stupidly perfect cheekbones.

"Thanks." The word came out as a grunt, but that wasn't unusual for him. Alex knew Kasey would never get up before midday if he could swing it.

"How's the head?"

"Fine. Just tired."

"It's not fair you know. You being graced with good looks and the ability to drink yourself silly without any consequences." The sentence had left Alex's mouth before he really thought about it. It was just a playful quip, but he didn't know if Kasey was going to be bothered about the previous night. Did he even remember?

"I meant it," Kasey set his mug down on the counter, coffee spilling over the sides. "Last night, I meant it."

Alex blinked, his brain taking a few seconds to catch up with Kasey's words. "What?" Okay, maybe it hadn't quite caught up.

"Look, I get if you want to forget about it, but I have to say it otherwise we're just going to be doing this stupid dance for the next God knows how long. I liked it when you kissed me. I want to do it again. Preferably a lot."

Alex raised an eyebrow at the monologue, a slow smirk spreading over his face. "Are you finished?"

Kasey crossed his arms across his chest, his face taking on a steely expression. "Yes."

Alex pushed back out his chair, the sound of it scraping across the floor obnoxious in the quiet. "Well, first of all, you kissed me." He saw Kasey's jaw twitch, holding back whatever comment he wanted to make. "And second, yes, you may kiss me again." He stopped just out of Kasey's reach, holding his gaze, the brown of his eyes just a touch lighter than his own.

Kasey pushed off the counter, a small part of Alex thinking he was going to walk away. Then, his cheek was being cradled in Kasey's hand. He couldn't help but note how big is was, how safe Alex felt with it there. "We're going to have to talk about this properly later."

"Yeah," Alex nodded, his eyes flicking to the neon time displayed on the microwave. "However, we have 6 minutes until we need to leave. Kiss now, talk later?"

"Kiss now, talk later," Kasey agreed, leaning forward. He hesitated just before their lips connected, presumably to allow Alex to back out, but he remained steadfast. Kasey's lips were as soft as Alex remembered, insistent yet yielding. Alex's hands found Kasey's hips, pulling them closer together, their breaths coming in desperate gasps in the small gap between them. At some point Alex was going to berate himself for not doing this sooner, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy it.

[hoshigray]

Now look here, it's sugardaddy! x sugar baby! reader time >>:3 So here's the rundown: the reader is a college senior who works part-time in a diner and finds out that their favorite customer, Toji, is a sugar daddy and wants to initiate courtship. Although it is a proposition you fail to see yourself saying no to, is this something you can see yourself being in the long run?

A/n: This prompt was picked on a poll to celebrate getting over 50 followers, only for me to get to 100 right after!!?? Y'all...can I give you a hug? ;w; No, oh okay. Anyways, I won't make another poll, BUT I'll be opening thirsts/requests soon!! >:D I just gotta make myself a disclaimer list before we let those lil fantasies of yours fly, lol. But yeah, this is my first time posting a fic over 1k+, so I hope y'all like it. Also, bonus: there's art drawn by Moi (@hoshigaby)?? You'll have to scroll down to find it tho :33 Okay, I'm sorry, go ahead and read!!!

Cw: soft dom! Toji x fem! reader - implied age gap (the reader is in their early 20s, Toji's around early or mid-30s) - mating press - cervix fucking - oral (fem! receiving) - pussy drunk Toji - breeding - daddy kink - overstimulation (fem! receiving) - pet names (baby, babygirl, darlin', good girl, honey, kid/kiddo, mama, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - praise - clitoral play (Toji pinches your clit) - reader isn't a virgin but, it's the first time you and Toji have sex.

Wc: 4.9k

"Oh look, your favorite is here."

10 o'clock, it's closing time. All the servers and bussers are ready to buss down tables and sweep the floors, hosts at the front split up tips and head straight home, and the cooks clean the kitchen and throw out the trash. All there's left is the silence of the dining area, where not a single customer is in sight.

Well, minus the one Utahime points out to you.

You turn to the bar area, where almost all the tables are empty, and all the high-rise televisions are turned off. All but for one, which was showing a football game.

A man is watching the screen, sitting in a booth at the far end with a glass of beer on the table. He's wearing a black turtleneck covered with a denim jacket, white fur on the collar, and a silver chain contrasting the black clothing. You gaze downwards to his black jeans pants, where his left foot seems to be tapping the ground. He's waiting for someone.

Once his eyes catch your approaching figure, his deadpanned face shows a smile in recognition. He was waiting for you.

And you smile back as you walk towards him.

The familiarity with this man comes from a year working at the diner. His name is Toji Fushiguro, and he's been a regular even before you started working here. And to make things funnier, he was the first customer you served after a week and a half of training. You can recall when you accidentally put milk and sugar in his specifically requested black coffee, to which you apologized profusely ("Heh, it's alright, darlin'" He flashed a smile that was meant to reassure you. "The first time that's ever happened to me.").

It was there that you found yourself being the only person that's served him. At first, you thought of it as some sort of joke after the coffee mishap, but now, unless you're there to take his order, he'll only have a beer or black coffee with all the other servers. The crew often pokes fun at you, stating you're the older man's favorite. And you gotta admit, it makes your heart swoon knowing this is true.

"There she is," Toji watches you approach him with his foot finally stopped tapping the checkered floor beneath him. "My adorable lil' server."

You giggle as you sit on the cushioned booth seat across from him. "It's good to see you, Mr. Fushiguro. I hope life's been good for you." You wave goodbye to the guy behind the bar counter, who turns off the TV still on as Toji focuses on something else. You promised to be the last person to turn off the lights and lock the doors before leaving, so now it's just you and Toji.

"I thought I told you to drop the Mr. Fushiguro, kid." He reprimands you with his playful smile, the right corner of his lip quirking his scar upward. "And I could ask you the same thing. How's college goin', darlin'?"

An exaggerated sigh leaves your system. "It's going alright. Can't believe I'm about to be done after the next semester, but the senioritis hasn't hit me too strong yet, thank God. And I can't wait to graduate with all this debt on my back~!" You flash the fakest beaming smile with two thumbs up.

Toji chuckles at your fraud enthusiasm. "Mmmm, I bet. But I know you're smarter than me and most people who work for me, so I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Yeah, I'd like to think so, too." Your chipper attitude dwindles, and Toji notices the change in tone.

"What's up? You don't think you'll get yourself a job?"

"Umm, well," You cough to clear your throat from awkwardness. "I tried signing up for plenty of internships. Some of them shut me down, others just haven't replied back. And I guess it's just me overthinking, but I worry that I won't get a job in something I like..."

"Aww, princess," Toji rises from his cushioned spot to move to your side, sitting close to you with his big jean-covered thigh brushing yours. He places a hand on your back to rub comforting circles. "That's just the thoughts in your head."

You groan into your hands. "I know, that's why I don't know why I'm beating myself up about it so much... But it's okay! I know I'll be fine because I still have this job keeping me going for a year."

Toji raises a brow. "You wanna be a server all your life? Wanna serve me my black coffee and BLT sandwich til my last breath?"

You hit his chest in amusement. "Well, no, but if it comes down to it, I don't mind. I'll just take up more jobs or maybe make a side hustle. Either way, I know Mei Mei will help me out. I'm sure everyone here will if they have the chance."

"I could also help you."

Your hands instantly go up defensively. "No, Mr. Fushiguro, I wouldn't want that! I'm sure you're pretty busy, and I don't want my troubles to burden you."

Toji's eyebrows knit together, his sharp eyes surveying your defensive stance. "It wouldn't be trouble if I'm the one offerin' to help you, honey."

"Yes, but even so..." You look at your lap as your fingers dance with each other to ease your anxiousness. "It would feel unbefitting to have a customer — a valuable one such as you — to help me with my financial problems. Seeing you smile at me when I serve you your coffee...I'm perfectly content with just."

Your gaze locks into your fidgety fingers, saying the last part was probably unnecessary. Yet it was true; Toji had always been patient with you whenever he stopped by, even going the extra mile by giving you a seriously generous tip after his meals. You know you didn't deserve it, but he's already at the door before you can argue with him. If his gracious action was just a mere small percent of what he could do, then he's done plenty for you than needed.

Toji, however, didn't see it that way. He hums as he leans back onto the booth seat, his hand now snaking to the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the nook of your neck and trapezius.

"Well," He breaks the silence, you're listening. "What if we take this outside of customer service?"

The brows are pulled together as you turn to him in slight confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

"I've been thinking for quite a while," with his hand maneuvering to rest on your shoulder, he sighs and straightens himself up. "Your manager, Mei Mei, right? I talked with her not too long ago, telling her how much of a hard worker you are and how even while still in school and suffering with assignments, you still smile and make sure the customers enjoy their time here."

You give him a thanks, and he continues on. "Which is why I told her about what I wanna do. So here's my proposition: I'll pay for everything for you. Your debt, bills, clothes, whatever it is your pretty lil' head is worryin' 'bout."

Toji's promise does sound comforting to the ears, but you think about your part in all this. "So, do I have to work for you?"

He chuckles. "No, baby, not working fr' me. But there is something I want you to do."

"Yes?"

Toji doesn't give you a clear answer, staring at your face with a soft smile. You wonder why he's being odd until his face leans forward, and the hand on your shoulder pushes you into a kiss. You let out a yelp into his mouth, but the shock diminishes once you succumb to his warm, intoxicating lips. He tastes like beer, definitely from his drink.

He removes his lips from you, and you faintly exhale in an unsteady breath. "Mmmm, yer too much fr' me, sweetie." Toji groans and kisses down your neck while you place a hand on his chest to grip his turtleneck for support before you dissolve into his arms. And although you shouldn't be at your work at this time of night doing this, it felt too good to end.

"I want you to be with me," Toji says in-between smooches on your neck, moving to paint the other side with his pecks. "You're so good to me, darlin', always being such a good girl." He nibbles on your clavicle, and a soft gasp rewards his eardrums. "Lemme take care of you, y/n."

All that's going through your head is the feeling of his lips on your body and the arousing throbbing sense happening in your nether core.

"Hmm, whaddya say, baby?" His lips are too close to your ear as he playfully bites the lobe. Your thighs rub against one another, and you know there's a wet spot in your panties. "Gonna be my perfect girl?"

If you don't give him an answer quick, you're bound to melt right on this seat, and being a whimpering mess to his touch is embarrassing enough.

"Haaaah...Y-yes," You finally answer in weak whispers, mind spinning and eyes glossy. "I wanna—Ahaaa...I wanna be yours."

You can feel Toji's lips curl into a smile. He lifts his head to look at you, and a hand comes up to cup your face before he gives you a soft kiss on your quivering lips.

"My good girl."

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A few months have passed since you and Toji formed this new relationship. And getting used to certain things is still a challenge.

For one: covering up your new lifestyle is never easy when you're out with people you know. During winter break, you went to dinner with your friends and offered to pay for the whole table. They looked at you as if you were talking nonsense ("Girl, where the hell you get that kind of money to be covering for all of us?" "For real, is this the same diner you've been working at? Are they hiring?").

Another thing that wasn't easy to get accustomed to was Toji spoiling you. Since you're a college student, Toji only sees you every other weekend when he has time. During those days, Toji doesn't hold back in showering you with gifts and affection. Between the fancy dates in expensive restaurants, riding rides at fun amusement parks, or the bags of new clothes you bring back to your dorm, it was something you didn't expect to happen so quickly. Your roommates constantly tease you about this "mystery man" who makes it known you're his special lady.

But outside of that, the most significant change was you and Toji. To say you two got closer was too easy to put into words. Sure, the money was there, so you could finally get a good night's rest without worrying too much about your school debt or bills. However, you knew this went beyond the dollar bills and the fancy clothes.

Come to find out, Toji knows and remembers things that amaze you. There was a time he bought you a whole wardrobe worth of dresses because he remembered you had to cancel dates with your friends since you had nothing cute to wear. Or the time he got you a box of your favorite teas, even though you briefly mentioned them to him during a talk way back from recollection.

And even away from the materialistic things, you can feel how much Toji loves you. You can feel it in his eyes whenever he's looking at you. You can feel it when you try to argue yourself out of trying an outfit you don't think will be good on you, but Toji coaxes you into it because he knows — not thinks, knows you'll look good wearing it. You can feel it in his hands when they hold yours, when he places a hand on your thigh and rubs it in loving warmth, or when he caresses your cheek when he kisses you goodbye when you two have to return to your own lives.

It's a type of love you didn't see yourself being on the other end of. The more immersed you are, the harder it is to imagine yourself out of it.

Spring break is now upon us, and Toji has invited you to join him overseas for a business trip. You tried to decline, saying it's his trip and you don't want to intrude on his business. That argument was immediately shut down ("Tch, believe me, sweetheart, you're saving me from bashing someone's head in if you're close to me than not. Plus, I wanna see you wear that cute swimsuit I got you."), so he dragged you on his private jet, and now we're here.

During the day is when he's away for work, so you spend the morning either in the penthouse suite you two are staying in, outside taking pictures to show Toji later or looking around at the little shops nearby. Toji is done with work around the early afternoon, so you two spend time together exploring the country, trying new foods, and taking walks around the area while talking about how your day went until the sun goes down.

Everything goes well until Thursday when Toji texts you saying something happened at work and that he'd be at the suite later than usual. Well, it's 7:45, the sun is starting to go down, and Toji is still nowhere in sight. I hope everything is alright on his end.

You're unsure about going outside for a walk on the off-chance you stay out too late. And if something happens to you while Toji isn't close by, that'll give him more to worry about on his plate, and you definitely don't want that for him.

So, you look around the penthouse to see if there's anything to keep you occupied until Toji's return, and then what catches your eye is the swimming pool outside on the terrace which you haven't tried yet. That'll do!

You go to change into a swimsuit, a cute two-piece that Toji bought for you when you two went shopping together. After a quick shower, you enter the pool and enjoy the calm waters while watching the sunset, leaving a beautiful array of colors painting the sky over you.

Tomorrow is your last day here while Toji will do business, and then you're back to school on Monday. The fact that you'll be graduating debt free still blows your mind. Toji really fulfilled his promise and took care of your worries.

Is that to say that your relationship ends once you touch that diploma?

You lift your feet and lay on your back to allow the water to hold you up, ears covered in the water and face looking into the sky as you're lost in your thoughts.

It wouldn't be too far off if Toji wanted to close this whole thing off when you graduate, as the point was for you to not worry about debt and such. That much you understood from the very beginning. But what happens after that? Do you two just go back to being acquaintances that only meet at the diner? And what about the stuff he got you? Do they stay with you forever? And do you have to fight memories of him every time you see them?

What about all the touches, all the hand-holding, all the cuddles, and all the kisses? Are they supposed to mean nothing to you the next time you see his face?

You're thankful for the water keeping you afloat in the pool, but having these thoughts attack your brain just makes you want to sink in loathing.

Until you feel something tickle your feet, having your body react in a state of panic. No longer floating on your back, you search for whatever is torturing your feet. Only to find Toji in front of you wearing black trunks, he chuckles lowly, and your heart sinks in embarrassment.

"T-Toji," You swim up to greet him. "How long were you back from work?"

"For about 10 minutes," He watches you move through the water, following you to sit in the shallow part of the pool for you two to talk. "I saw you in the pool and thought I'd join. I tried callin' out to ya, but the water was blocking your ears."

"Hehe, sorry about that. I was thinking about something. How was work?"

His face went into a deep scowl with rolled eyes, and you giggle at his nonverbal response. "Had I not known I was comin' back here to see you, I'd probably fucked that rookie up."

"That bad?"

He hums and brings you closer to him with his hand on your shoulder. "But don't worry 'bout it. And you? What were you thinking about?"

"Hmm? Oh, it was nothing," your encouraging response is fictitious.

Toji lowers a brow. "Try again."

"No, honest! It was nothing, Toji."

"Don't make me tickle you again, kiddo." You freeze and look at his face. His sharp gaze and slight grin speak for themselves about his seriousness.

A sigh is withdraw from your lips. "I was just thinking about how I'd be leaving on Saturday and being halfway done with my senior year of college."

"And?"

"And, uhh," You gulp and avert your eyes to your lap, your fingers swaying with the pool water. "I was also thinking about me... and you?"

There's silence, the lack of response eating you alive. Then you feel Toji's hand grip your shoulder.

"Are you scared I won't be with you after you graduate?"

He hit the nail because you don't answer for a few seconds. Your eyes still avoid him.

But Toji still persists. "Do you not want to be with me?"

Your head turns to face him in haste, taking you aback at how fast you were. "No! I don't want this to end. I'm grateful for how close you and I have become. I want... I want..." You fall silent once more as your head moves back to your lap as if you'd find the words you want to express lying there.

Using his free hand, Toji grabs your chin to look his way again. "What do you want, baby? Use your words fr' me."

The intense gaze of his jade-green eyes captures your attention, practically daring you to look away from him. The warmth of your cheeks spreads around your face, and you gulp before answering.

"I really appreciate all that you've done for me. And I...I really like you, Toji. I want to be with you." His face doesn't change as you ramble on, causing you to move your eyes to avoid the awkward stare. "But I wouldn't blame you if you want to stop with where we—"

Your sentence was interrupted by Toji's kiss, and a squeak was suppressed between the two lips. You exhale in bliss as your hands find purchase on his solid chest. He deepens the kiss when his hand is posted at the back of your neck.

You break the kiss to breathe, Toji's gruff chuckles fills the warm air.

"You're too adorable, princess. Do you really think I'd want to let my precious girl away from my sight?" You open your mouth to interject, but Toji lifts your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. "Listen here, darlin'. I didn't offer to take care of your debt on a whim. I adore the fuckin' shit out of you, and I was gonna wait til your graduation to ask if you'd still want this thing to be official."

"But now that I hear you're interested," his big hand holds yours, fingers intertwined as his thumb brushes your forefinger. "Are ya up for it?"

You breathe slowly to ease your heart, beating at an irregular tempo. You grip his hand in return and offer a sheepish smile.

"Yes. I'd like that very much, Toji."

He smirks and kisses your cheek. "Good girl." Toji has his arms placed behind your back and under your legs. Then he stands up while picking up your figure bridal style. He grins hard when you squeal in surprise as your arms sling around his neck.

"Let's shower," he walks out of the pool and into the suite. "And then afterward, I'll show you how much I've been itchin' to make you be my girl for real."

The heat on your face grows tenfold, and Toji barks a laugh when you hide your face. You can only mentally pray for yourself for what's to come.

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That little prayer did absolutely nothing!

Now you're lying on the bed nude and wet from the shower as the water droplets on your body slide down to the satin sheets beneath you. Your hands cover your mouth, trying to suppress the moans and sobs from exiting your lips.

And the cause of this is the man currently nestled between your legs. You can see the raven hair between your inner thighs, but you feel a wet muscle lapping around your vulva. The lewd noises of Toji eating you out fill the room and has you writhing in discomfort, and you try to slowly move your lower region away from his ravaging mouth.

"Aht aht, you're not goin' anywhere, mama." Toji's rough hands grip your waist and pull you back down, his nose brushing your clit as you jerk upwards. He lifts his head to look at you, and the image of your slick smeared all over his mouth and chin almost makes you faint.

"Put those hands down, baby. Let Daddy hear that sweet voice of yours." He uses one hand to play with your pussy, middle and forefinger abuse your inner lips as his thumb grinds down on your sweet bud. Your eyes shoot up for the stars, and you're forced to do what he says, hands gripping the sheets while your cries are out for him to hear.

"Aahhhh!! Haaah, T-Toji!! 'S too much, too—Ooohh!" His tongue returns between your cunt, licking and tasting the sticky fluid coating your pussy. Your eyes are watering, your mind starts to feel dizzy, and your legs can't stay still to save your life. He's been doing this for 15 minutes!!

You clutch his hair and wail out his name in pleasure, earning a moan from Toji as his grip on your thighs gets tighter.

He can tell you're close to finishing, so he helps you. His tongue slides from your wet center to your clitoris, licking and sucking on the extremely sensitive bud, his teeth lightly pressing down on the pearl.

Your release comes instantly, and your walls spasm as you cry in pure euphoria. Your head pushed deep into the pillow below you, letting your body finish reacting to the climax. However, Toji doesn't wait for you when his mouth drinks your essence. His tongue attacked your sore velvety walls, having you gasp for air.

When he's done, he finally withdraws from between your legs and kneels before you, taking in your disheveled figure. Your tear-stricken face and hooded eyes peer up at him as he wipes his face of your excess come, licking the rest from the back of his hand.

Toji snickers hoarsely. "Sorry, sweetheart, you tasted so fuckin' good I couldn't help myself. Besides," you watch his hands trail down to his dick as he places himself on your messy vagina. "Gotta get you prepped up fr' me."

He puts a pillow under your lower back to raise your hips more. Seeing his dick for the first time has you in mental turmoil. Toji notices you looking and sneers, pulling your hips to him so his balls practically kiss your opening, his dick on full display on your lower abdomen. The girth alone has your cunt pulsating in anticipation, and good God, the length of that thing. It's not the first dick you've seen in your life, but it's definitely the biggest challenge you've come across.

I hope those 15 minutes of prep were enough.

You come back to your senses when you feel the tip of his hefty member circling the corners of your folds, and your slick aids him as a lubricant.

"Ready, babygirl?" You exhale a nervous breath and nod for confirmation. "Okay, we're gonna start real slow."

Toji began to push the tip in, your folds being spread open to accommodate the foreign object intruding into your tight hole. You close your eyes and hold your breath, the pain worsening by the second. You take one breath, and Toji pushes further. With another breath, he goes further. Another-

A giant gasp takes over you as the tip of Toji's cock enters you. And Toji takes his time pushing himself further into you, using every fiber of his being not to rut into your tight walls off the jump.

"Haaah, hmmm, oh fuck," That's easier said than done with you gripping onto him like your life depended on it. Once he's pushed his whole cock into you, your words come out as a babbling mess, gripping his arms for support. He looks down at your disarranged self, chuckling at such a wonderful sight. "You look really fuckin' sexy layin' under me, baby."

"God...Toji," Tears stream down your cheeks, wincing at the pain down south. "'S too muuu-ch, too big for—Hnnngh!!" A sudden thrust of the hips has you biting down on your bottom lip.

"C'mon now, I thought I told you about that. I already let it slide once or twice." Toji places your legs on his shoulders and leans close to you, his body weight adding onto yours as the base of his cock grinds into your sex. "What's my new name, mama?"

"Ah!! I'm sorry, Daddy." The title comes through sobs.

Toji grins from ear to ear, wiping your tears with his calloused fingers. "Good girl," he kisses your forehead as you adjust to his girthy length. "So fuckin' pretty fr' Daddy." He takes your lips with his soft ones before moving his hips in a slow yet rough rhythm.

The mating press has your body submit to him, taking in his cock as it sinks deep into your swollen core. And it only gets worse when his pace gets faster, hitting your sweet spots accurately. At this rate, you're bound to cum earlier than necessary.

Then you feel his tip abruptly touch your cervix, and the wail you let out is picked up by Toji's ears. "Oh? Think I found what I was lookin' for." His hips grind deep in you, his tip abusing your poor cervix to the point you speak in tongues. "Feelin' good, princess?"

"Fuck, Daddyyyy, please, I'm-Ahaaah, Ohhh!" His irrational pace has your brain turning to mush, his cock bullying your insides. The sound of his balls slapping against your squelching folds has you squeezing him harder. "I'm gonna cu-cumm!!"

Toji hisses into your ear, the tone of his voice dominating your senses. "Oooooh, don't grip on me like that, sweetie. Gonna end up — Mmmph! Shit, shit, shit, shit...Gonna give you a baby."

You reach to cup his face through watery eyes glazed in a haze. "Please, Daddy, I want it," You know you're talking nonsense, but why care when you're feeling this fucking good. "Inside, I want it, inside!"

"Heh, be careful with what you wish for, mama." He kisses you again as his hips become erratic, and he moves a hand to your clit and pinches it, whining into your mouth when you're cunt clutches onto him one final time.

You cum around his cock and push your head back on the pillows, your gushy walls spasming around his length, prompting Toji to cum inside you after a few more thrusts. You two moan into each other's mouths, riding each other's high until your bodies calm down.

The two of you pant heavily once the kiss is broken apart, and his deep emerald orbs take in your dazed expression. He smiles when he notices drool on the side of your mouth, using a thumb to wipe it off for you.

"My sweet darlin'," Toji kisses your cheek and sighs deeply into your embrace. "You're too good fr' me, baby."

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"Did I say that I want your babies?"

You're resting with Toji, your head relaxed on his chest as you sit between his legs. The television in the bedroom plays an episode of a sitcom, anything for you two to look at and enjoy a moment of peace together.

He snickers at your question, his chest rising and falling as you lay on him feels nice. "Yeah, you kinda did."

"Wow, that sex must've screwed something up in my head."

"Yeah, my dick had you wanting to risk it all." He snorts when you playfully hit his arm. "Don't worry, we can find some plan b in the morning."

Turning to face Toji, still watching TV, you furrow your brows. "We? What about work?"

"I have tomorrow off. It's your last day, and I don't feel like going back to work, or else I'll be sour all fuckin day. Much rather spend it with you than with some morons."

You look at Toji for a little longer before you smile and kiss his cheek, catching the older man off guard as you nestle into his warm body. "Thank you, Toji. For everything."

The thanks carry a deeper meaning. Not a single ounce of doubt clouds your mind now that you've gotten the closure you wanted. Thinking about how your life brought you to this moment, you're happy with your decision to pursue this relationship and more. And it's thanks to this man for making it possible.

Toji still stares at you before he scoffs and kisses your temple.

"No problem, kiddo."

[sluttyten]

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

all fic masterlist

*kinks and members/pairings are subject to change until the day I post, so if you have any kink, suggestions let me know! They make take the place of something else or at least be added in with one of the days

Day 1: Pregnancy Kink w/ WinWin

babymoon - 990, (for kinktober 2022), when you learn you’re pregnant, you and winwin both uncover a previously unknown kink for both of you

Day 2: Free Use/CNC/Rough sex  w/ Kun

dinner & dessert - 1.6k, (for kinktober 2022), you have an agreement with your boyfriend kun: you want him to make you feel helpless, useless for anything other than being his cumdump or just a warm, sweet hole for him to stick his cock in

Day 3: Mutual Masturbation w/ Jeno + Doyoung

supervision required - 2.9k, (for kinktober 2022), as a staff member for the group there are some boundaries that can’t be crossed, but there are always loopholes to exploit, especially when doyoung and jeno are both eager participants

Day 4: Breeding w/ Mark

positions - 2k, (for kinktober 2022), when mark sees you with your friend’s baby, he tells you there’s nothing he wants more than to give you one of your own, preferably as soon as possible

Day 5: Oral Sex w/ Doyoung + Taeyong

what I need - 3.2k, (for kinktober 2022), your drunk boyfriend doyoung keeps attempting to sexually proposition you, and when you keep turning him down due to his drunken state, he finds someone who’s not drunk to treat you (and eat you out) the way that you deserve

Day 6: Daddy kink w/ Shotaro

감이 오지? (can you feel it) - 4k, (for kinktober 2022), a fun time in front of the mirror after a rough dance practice with shotaro shows you his dominant side like you’ve never seen before

Day 7: Somnophilia w/ Jaehyun

while you were sleeping - 4k, (for kinktober 2022), after you and your roommate/best friend Jaehyun had sex a few months ago, he’s shown an interest in somnophilia after you mentioned it to him, and after months of longing for a repeat of the few times you’d hooked up, Jaehyun finds you waiting for him, asleep, and he takes his chance (cw: dubious consent)

Day 8: Knifeplay & Blindfolds w/ Xiaojun

dark side of the moon - 4.1k, (for kinktober 2022), dating a chef while hiding a knife kink is a very rough time, and when he prepares you a private dinner at his place, you don’t know if you can keep your kink a secret any longer

Day 9: Sex Pollen w/ Kun + Ten + YangYang

love daze - 6k, (for kinktober 2022), when the strangely beautiful plant you brought to brighten up one of the wayv dorms starts to bloom, kun, ten, and yangyang begin to act weird–feverish and dazed, and very very horny–the only thing you can do is help them all feel better

Day 10: Being Recorded w/ Haechan

movie star - 3.1k, (for kinktober 2022), haechan and you both like being recorded and photographed during sex, making little movies for each other

Day 11: Anonymous Sex w/ Taeyong

eros & psyche - 9.6k, (for kinktober 2022), you don’t know his name, you never see his face. he’s a perfect hook-up, absolutely no strings attached when you meet up for just sex. but how long can the anonymity truly last, and is it a cure-all for catching feelings?

Day 12: Threesome w/ Jaehyun + Mark

in your arms - 6.5k, (for kinktober 2022), you, Mark, and Jaehyun are a trio of best friends. unbeknownst to Mark, you’ve been hooking up with Jaehyun, but during a Halloween party at the NCT frat, everything comes to a head, and your friendly trio takes a step from friends to lovers. 

Day 13: Watersports w/ Yuta

golden - 3.5k, (for kinktober 2022), you learn that your boyfriend yuta is interested in seeing you desperate to piss, and that turns into involving it in your sex life

Day 14: Bulge kink/Cumflation w/ Jungwoo + Haechan

playing favorites - 2.4k, (for kinktober 2022), being a sexual addict, you found a job fucking all the members of the group, but you’ve got a favorite in jungwoo, and then there’s haechan, jealous that jungwoo gets so much of your attention.

Day 15: Hate Sex w/ Doyoung

a means to an end - 4.6k, (for kinktober 2022), you and doyoung are rivals in this university music program, and when he invades the recording studio one night while you’re recording alone, the enmity between you takes an unexpected turn 

Day 16: Exhibitionism w/ Renjun

meet me on the rooftop - 5k, (for kinktober 2022), renjun is an exhibitionist, and you both work in the SM building, which makes for many fun exhibitionist hook-up scenarios

Day 17: Sir Kink & Office Romance w/ Johnny

workplace (mis)conduct - 4.6k, (for kinktober 2022), Johnny is your boss, which makes him the exception to all the rules. It’s only breaking rules and inappropriate workplace conduct if you actually get caught

Day 18: Pet Play & Humping w/ YangYang

pillow princess - 3k, (for kinktober 2022), you and yangyang start jokingly calling each other puppy while you hump his pillow to get off

Day 19: Role-Play & Uniforms w/ Hendery

morally gray area - 8.2k, (for kinktober 2022), you’re maybe in love with your uni professor Hendery, and you like to think that he maybe likes you too, so when the university throws a Halloween party, you take it as your chance to make a move into the morally gray area of a professor having sex with his student 

Day 20: Pegging & Feminization w/ Jaemin

the babygirlification of na jaemin - 2.2k, (for kinktober 2022), Jaemin just wants to be your baby girl and take your strap

Day 21: Vampire Kink w/ ??????

Day 22: Cuckolding w/ Jaehyun + Johnny (& Xiaojun + Hendery)

my everything - 3.8k, (for kinktober 2022), you’re in a relationship with Jaehyun, and he’s got a thing for being cuckolded. Enter Johnny, Jaehyun’s best friend. 

Day 23: Size Kink w/ Jeno

teddy bear - 5.6k, (for kinktober 2022), Jeno’s a muscular guy, you’re a short non-muscular girl. He thinks that’s adorable. You’re obsessed with how hot, big, and strong he is.

Day 24: Werewolf/Knotting kink w/ ?????? + ????

Day 25: Sweat Kink w/ Kun

kinda hot though - 3.7k, (for kinktober 2022), you always thought sweat was disgusting until you met qian kun, but a night jog with him truly opens your eyes to a whole hidden kink you never knew you had

Day 26: Gangbang w/ Johnny, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Jeno, & Jaemin

j.crew - 11.4k, (for kinktober 2022), you’re not very good at making choices, so when it comes time for you to choose a favorite member of your brother’s group, you have several guys vying for your favor, and you decide why even make a choice when you can have them all?

Day 27: Demon Sex w/ ?????? + ???

Day 28: 69 w/ Renjun

backstage - 1.7k, (for kinktober 2022), you and renjun are both idols, and after watching each other on stage, you hookup backstage

Day 29: Cumplay w/ Xiaojun + Hendery

sweet treat - 2.6k, (for kinktober 2022), both of your boyfriends, Xiaojun and Hendery, have always had an obsession with feeding you their cum, whether during sex or during a meal.

Day 30: Fucking Machine w/ ???

Day 31: Monsterfucking w/ ???? + ??????? + ????

[haithamuse]

♡ ── ❛ KISS ME. ❜ + SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

[100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU] ─ ♡ ─ requested by @anantaru

cw. mentions of being drunk (hangover)

“gimme kith.”

“no chance.”

heizou’s puckered up lips were once again finding their way towards your face, this time inching closer than they were before.

for the fifth time this morning, you shoved your hand into your boyfriend’s face and rolled over with a sigh. “you’re absolutely insufferable when you have a hangover.”

and like a toddler that couldn’t be left alone — slender arms found their way around your waist, heizou now clinging onto your back for dear life. “according to you, i am always insufferable”, heizou grinned into your neck, the leftover alcohol in his system making him act like a lovesick fool that was out to destroy your peaceful morning. you flinched slightly at the ticklish feeling of his hair, and that was your first mistake.

heizou’s lips spread into an even wider smirk at your reaction and your head whipped around to face him — your second mistake. “don’t you dare.” but it was already too late.

before you even finish your threat, you already found yourself attacked. a shriek left your mouth as your boyfriend dug his fingers into your sides, mercilessly exploiting your weakspots. both of your laughter filled your shared bedroom in these early morning hours, the neighbours who where up at this hour might have been a bit concerned as they heard your screams, but you didn’t care.

as much as heizou could be an insufferable idiot sometimes, he was your idiot.

after minutes of rolling around in your bed and trying to get away from getting tickled, you finally caught his hands as you laid underneath your boyfriend. “okay hold—”, both of you heaved as heizou grinned down at you with a shit-eating grin. at the same time though, it was bright as a sunshine, its rays filling you with a feeling of pure and happy love. “timeout.”

“now then…”, there wasn’t a lot of time for you to recover from the skirmish before you were set before another proposition by the detective. you waited to hear him out, which was your third and final mistake.

“kiss me?”

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[mayasaura]

TODAY I WAS WISER

Uuugh I don't wanna go out but my buddy is hosting a show tonight and I wanna be there

[leggerefiore]

How would the twins react if S/O started crying because the Joltiks are too cute? Would the cause matter? (Ex being drunk/high, period or pregnancy hormones, S/O is just a big softie and cries easily) Has Emmet ever cried because the Joltiks are too cute??

Joltik posting....

cw: intoxication mention, pregnancy mention

▲Ingo▼

● He assumes the worst and tries to comfort you. Admittedly, he's not the most used to crying, and it sparks his protective and nurturing instinct. When he realises it was just over his brother's Joltiks, he calms down quite a bit. You aren't in emotional distress, just a strange dimorphous expression. In the living room, you sat watching the Joltiks just interact among themselves. They're quite cute, he supposes, but he wouldn't be the one in tears over them.

● If it was caused by pregnancy hormones, he's flustered and oddly happy about it. A form of instincts about finding young creatures adorable and worthy of affection is a good sign! He rubs at your back and comments on just how sweet you are… Except its more akin to a seven-page rant about hormones and how excited he is to be a parent alongside you. He ruins the mood.

● If it's due to intoxication, his immediate worry is about you accidentally harming yourself or them. He tries to calm you down and get you to lay down. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's just that your movements are slower and actions a bit more impulsive. A sudden grab for one of them may result in a shock or bite. (And also Emmet's wrath for upsetting one of his children.)

● For the latter, he sighs with a slight smile. Nothing wrong with being a little more sensitive to crying. He places an arm around your shoulders and does his best to comfort you and ease you down from the emotional high. Even letting you pet the best part of a Joltik… their bald tummy. You smiled and giggled at the hum of electricity that increased from the action.

● “Ah, you know, Emmet actually cried a bit after his first round of Joltiks hatched when he got into breeding them,” he told you as the arachnid fell into a slumber in your palm. You turned to him in shock. “Really?” you asked, unable to visualise him in any emotion besides that smile he always wore. “He said he felt, quote, 'pure paternal emotion',” he explained. You laughed. In the future, you felt a need to congratulate Emmet on his fatherhood.

▽Emmet△

○ He rushes over in a panic when he hears you're crying. Did something happen? Are you alright? He's in pure protective mode. His feet stop dead in his tracks when he sees you in the living room crying over his Joltiks. A few were curled into themselves asleep, while others were trying to proposition you for food. His shoulders drop as he sits beside you to observe. His excitement for the future gets worse the more and more he sees you handle the little creatures.

○ If you're intoxicated, he moves you away from them, just like Ingo. You need to lay down and not interact with the little sweeties who can and will bite you. He wasn't sure how EleSpider poison would interact with whatever substance you had taken, and he wasn't interested in finding out. He does reassure you that he understands the emotional reaction to them all, as he's felt it, too. You're given a Joltik plush to keep you from retuning until you're sobered up.

○ With pregnancy hormones, he's smiling to himself. It's so similar to his breeding Galvantula when she's waiting for her eggs to hatch. She ways takes perfect care of the ones already hatched from previous attempts. He giggles as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and teases you about being so engaged with your developing parental instincts and hormone production. This is all fun and games until his Galvantula scuttles over to protect you. The betrayal destroys him.

○ When from emotional sensitivity, he giggles. Being overwhelmed from just how cute Joltiks can be is an understandable circumstance. He cuddles you and coos about how adorable you are. Easily, he shows you how to handle them properly and dote on them with affection. You're clearly overjoyed about giving arachnid a belly rub before they flipped back over to 'loaf' in your palm. Emmet loved your interaction with them.

○ “Mmm… I cry about them sometimes, too,” he admitted with a blush. You gazed at him. His emotions always felt well-guarded, you had no idea. Emmet preferred to hide his moments of emotional weakness. It was difficult to get him to admit his upset feelings, even as his romantic partner. “I assume this isn't the same way you do with me,” you joked, remembering a certain jealousy incident. Emmet laughed a bit and shook his head. “Nope!” he cooed, “I just enjoy seeing them grow and express themselves. And sometimes they hide in my clothes, sleeping. It's verrrry cute. I can't help but tear up.” You felt more comfortable with him after that talk.

[seita]

the contract girlfriend | semi eita (m.)

˒ pairing: semi eita/reader ˒ genre: angst, fluff, smut ˒ wordcount: 𝟺𝟹𝟹𝟷 ˒ tags: friends2lovers, fake dating, musician!eita ˒ cw: dirty talk, loss of virginity, virgin kink if u squint: sweet talking, pet names, mean girl ex, mutual pining, unrequited love(?), angst with a happy ending, UNEDITED

+ note: this is a collab along with the other writers for the kkc! i would also like to thank @bokutobabie​ 𝖿for her help with this plot bc it was kickin’ my ass.

˖˖ summary: when he was an unknown musician, his girlfriend left him. now that he’s made it, he wants to make her jealous at a fancy party so he can get her back.unfortunately, he asks you to be his fake date. the downside? you have a very real crush on him.

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“I have a proposition,” is never a sentence you want to hear when you sit down to lunch with your best friend. Especially when that friend is Semi Eita. 

“What..?” you ask apprehensively, taking the cup of coffee he’d obviously gotten to bribe you. You took it regardless, not willing to pass up the offer of free coffee.

“Nana is gonna be at the party this weekend,” he muttered, swirling his fingertips around the rim of his cup. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at his words, “I want you to come and pretend to be my date.”

Just as you’d expected. Not something you wanted to hear.

Nana was Eita’s first love, his first serious relationship, really. They got together when he was fresh out of highschool, the two of them spending almost all of their time together. 

It was when his career as a musician was just beginning, he was playing small gigs and there was nothing really successful. But he was happy. And he thought she was too.

Until she dumped him in favor of a much more famous man. He was a big movie producer and offered her a leading role in an upcoming film. Of course, she took the offer. 

She would much rather be mingling with the rich and famous than be hanging out with “a nobody like him”, as she put it. You remembered the hurt Eita felt, the tears and heartbreak it took almost 3 years for him to get over. 

“Why?” you finally asked with a sigh, “What will that accomplish?”

“Well if she gets jealous, she might want to get back with me,” he grinned impishly, shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You recognized the look in his eyes, one of determination. So you sighed, nodding your head, “Alright, I’ll be your date.”

He beamed, uttering out endless thanks to you as you went on with your lunch until he decided to go back to the studio. He slipped his hat on low, making sure his mask was in place before hugging your goodbye and leaving you sitting alone at the table. 

You sighed, downing the last of your coffee. Your spirits were low; you had no idea what to expect from this party. 

Would she fall for it and run back into his arms now that he had had his big breakthrough and became mainstream? She surely must have known by now; his band was already breaking records, wracking up fans by the thousands, his songs were being played on the radio. 

Maybe now that he was famous enough, she’d actually want to be with him. Not that she deserved him. And he didn’t deserve someone like that, either. He was too good for her, too good to be treated like that. 

You let out another sigh and stood up, grabbing your purse from the back of the chair.

This was going to be painful. You weren’t sure how you would cope with pretending to be his girlfriend all for the sake of him getting back with her. 

Surely your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Because as much as you tried to hide it, you were irrevocably in love with your best friend.

The entire getup was supplied to you by Eita; from the jewelry to the dress itself. You felt like a different person. Despite the fact he was your best friend, you hadn’t attended one of the big parties since his band’s breakout single. 

This particular party wasn’t in celebration of his band, but he was invited regardless so naturally he went. He was still enjoying the high life and was getting used to tasting fame. You were glad it hadn’t actually affected his personality. 

“You look nice today,” Tendou complimented with a breezy smile. He was nursing a glass of champagne, which was uncharacteristic to say the least. He had always been more of a whiskey kind of guy.

“Thanks,” you shrugged, “I’m not really a fan of this kind of thing.”

“I know,” he grinned, “You look terribly uncomfortable, that’s why I came over to be such a good pal and keep you company while your darling boyfriend is off galavanting with the people!”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend, Satori.”

He giggled, taking glee in your embarrassment, “But you wish he was.”

“Are you already drunk?” you raise a brow, making him snicker.

Someone called his name from the crowd and he flashed you a knowing grin, “Eita may be too dim to see it, but the rest of us aren’t!”

You pout and find yourself alone once again. Looking around, you search for your ‘boyfriend’. Suddenly, a heavy arm falls across your shoulders and the familiar scent of his cologne reaches your nose. 

“Hey, babygirl,” he coos, making your heart skip a beat at the pet name. He sounds so fond and you feel yourself smiling before he busts out laughing, shaking his head before letting his arm fall from your shoulders, “That’s just so weird. I dunno if I’ll be able to get through this tonight,” Ouch. “Anyway, Nana just arrived so…” he takes your hand but you can’t bring yourself to smile as you feel the ache in your heart at his words.

If he takes note of your deflated behavior, he doesn’t say anything, merely leading you over to the balcony. You breathe in the fresh air and feel the ache in your chest dull.

“Eita? Is that you?” a perky voice makes you cringe. 

“Nana,” Eita breathes, tugging you against his side as she breaks through the crowd to stand in front of the two of you.

Her smile promptly disappears at the sight of you crowded in Eita’s arms.

“Eita...who’s this?” she asks, a smile returning but you can tell it’s plastic. 

You remembered everything you had gone over with him before the party; the two of you had sat down for a few hours to sort out your story and rules. It had felt like you were making a binding contract with him when you told him no kissing on the lips. It was your only stipulation and you swore you saw a brief downward tug of his lips when you told him before he beamed and readily agreed. 

Maybe you were imagining that disappointment in his eyes too. 

“This is my girlfriend, _____,” Eita introduced, giving your arm an affectionate squeeze.

“Oh,” she gave you a strained smile and held out her hand for you to shake. When you slipped your hand into hers, she gave it a tense squeeze that made you flinch, “I’m Nana, Eita’s ex.”

“I’ve uh…” you cleared your throat and pulled your hand away, “I’ve heard stories about you.”

“All good I’m sure,” she replied flippantly before setting her sights on him once more, “We should totally catch up, you know? Reminisce about the good old times~”

The sultry, flirtatious undertone made your skin crawl. Even if you weren’t really dating, she thought you were and for her to not respect that made you angry. But still, Eita pulled away and placed a kiss against your temple that set your heart ablaze.

“Sure, why not?” he grinned and gave your hand a squeeze, “You go have some fun, sweetheart. I’ll catch up with you later.”

You gave him a hollow wave as he quickly vanished into the crowd without a second glance your way. You knew this was the end goal but still, to see him walking away hurt. A sense of rejection was seeded within you and you felt your spirits slowly being crushed. 

It took all your power to continue on with the party until it felt acceptable to leave. Throughout the party, you kept getting glances of the two of them. 

Eita wore a serene smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. Whenever she looked at him with a flirtatious smile and a subtle caress, you felt jealousy pool in the core of your stomach. You wanted to march over there and scream “he’s mine!”. But you couldn’t, because he wasn’t really yours. 

He was only pretending to be yours so he could have her. 

Your phone vibrated as you downed your final glass of wine, making you look at the screen with a frown.

“I’m heading to Nana’s apartment for the night! See if Satori can give you a ride home, thanks for the help!!”

Your jaw ached from how hard you were forcing yourself to keep from crying. When you tried to find the elusive redhead, you found he was drunk and dancing with two girls so you decided to leave him be and simply call an Uber. 

For just a short time, you had simply been a contract girlfriend for him to use. Though you knew it was fake, it still felt so nice to be called his. 

So you went home, removing your expensive clothing like Cinderella after the ball and decided to relax on the couch. It was only a little past midnight when you got out of the shower, turning on the TV to watch whatever late night nonsense was playing. 

Eita thought that being with Nana again would be everything he wanted. But as he laid beside her, her head resting on his naked chest, strangely all he could think of was you. 

When he asked you to pretend to be his date, he hadn’t thought of the possibility of how it would really feel. Sure, he had touched you before, naturally. Sometimes he hugged you and held your hand. But that night, when he placed the kiss against your head, the way your eyes lit up in response had his heart stuttering when he thought back to it. 

Truth be told, when you told him he couldn’t kiss you he felt so...disappointed. He had thought of assigning the same rule but decided against it at the last moment, secretly thinking about how nice it may feel to kiss you. 

He had quickly dashed that though because of how wrong it was to think of you like that. 

Yet there he was, thinking of you with his ex girlfriend back in his arms again.

“Eita?” Nana asked, lifting her head to look drowsily at him, “Are you okay?”

“Um...yeah,” he clears his throat, “I should probably get going.”

“Why?” she whines, “Don’t worry about her.”

“Huh? Who?” he asks, confused.

She giggles and clings to his arm, “Your girlfriend! She doesn’t have to know!”

His heart ached at those words -- true, you weren’t really dating but he felt like he had done something wrong. And for some reason Nana’s blatant disregard that he had cheated with her made him nauseous.

“I...I just want to see if she made it home safely,” he gave her a tight lipped smile and picked up his phone. 

She rested against the pillow, head propped up on her hand as she watched him dial you. When you didn’t answer, he gave a frustrated sigh and dialed Satori instead. 

It rang a few times before the slurred voice of his best friend answered, “H-Hey man, what’s up?”

“Satori, did you drop _____ off okay?” Eita asked.

The redhead made a confused sound over the line, “What’re you talkin’ about? She never asked me to take her anywhere.”

“What?” Eita frowned, “Did you see her leave the party?”

“Gotta tell ya, man, I wasn’t watchin’ her,” Tendou replied, a feminine giggle in the background making Eita frown, “Wasn’t that supposed to be your job?”

Eita sighed, shaking his head, “Alright, dude, just...let me know if you hear from her.”

“Hah? Why would she call me?” Satori chuckled, “Why don’t you just check on her? Better safe than sorry...I mean, she’s a cute girl, you never know what kinda scoundrels were eyeing her in that pretty little dress tonight. If i was a less honorable friend, she would be the one in my bed right now!”

Eita scoffed and hung up as his friend started cackling gleefully over the line. Eita stood up, shaking off Nana’s grabby hands as he slipped his jeans back on.

“You’re not going back to her, are you?” she pouted.

Eita sighed, “I gotta check on her. No one knows where she went off to.”

“She’s a big girl, c’mon Eita~” she purred, letting the sheet fall from her bare body as she crawled towards him.

He shook his head and threw his shirt on, grabbing his keys off of her dresser before moving to the door, “I gotta see her.”

He ignored her obnoxious whining as he bolted out the door. Any sleepiness that was in his system had evaporated at the worry he felt over you. 

The drive to your apartment was quick enough, it went by in a blur. He took two steps at a time up to your place on the 3r floor, not patient enough to wait for the elevator. 

The knock on your door made you jump. Throwing the pillow you held in your lap aside, you checked through the peephole to see a familiar head of sandy blonde hair. 

Pulling the door opened, you looked at him with wide eyes, “Eita? Aren’t you supposed to be with--”

“I couldn’t get a hold of you,” he breathed, stepping past you to enter your living room.

“And?” you laughed, shrugging your shoulders.

“I got worried! Why didn’t you go home with Satori?” he sighed, sitting on your couch with a huff.

You chuckled again, though it was humorless, “He looked like he was having fun, I didn’t want to impose.”

He sighs and relaxes against the couch. As you sit next to him, for a second things feel normal. 

You almost feel okay, as if you could forget about everything happening. It’s so easy to forget your crush on your best friend and the fact he wanted to be with another woman. 

It was easy to forget it all until it came rushing back into your face in the form of Nana. 

You and Eita were having a lunch date, as was normal for the two of you. Unfortunately, amid his retelling of a story you had heard a million times over, she showed up with an obnoxious screech of his name.

“Eita!” she squealed and rushed over to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. 

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes falling to your half-finished plate.

“Nana…” he greeted, eyes wide in shock, “H-How did you find me? What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you, silly!” she chirped, taking a seat in his lap in a way that was far too comfortable. Suddenly, her gaze shifted to you and the smile vanished off of her face, “Oh, you’re here.”

“Nana…” Eita sighed but didn’t make any move to get off of him.

“What? I thought you were going to break up with her?” she whined loudly, making your cheeks burn as people looked over at the two of you, “You said you were going to dump her!”

“I--” Eita started.

“You should go,” Nana grinned at you, shrugging her shoulders as she hugged Eita closer to her, “Seriously, he’s mine now. He was fucking me at that party instead of you.”

Although nothing about your relationship that night was real, the humiliation you felt at that very moment was. She was smug that she had gotten your boyfriend to cheat on you and was making a spectacle of her victory. 

Biting your lip, you reached behind you to grab your purse, “I-I’ll see you later, Eita.”

“______ wait!” he called but you were already rushing towards the entrance. 

You had no idea that he was hot on your heels until you reached your apartment. You went to close it only for the foot to intercept it. Looking over your shoulder, you found Eita panting before he was pushing the door open completely.

“_____ I--” he paused, “Why are you crying?”

“I am?” you wiped under your eyes and frowned when you felt the moisture there, promptly wiping it away, “Sh-She completely made a fool of me, Eita. I don’t know what you ever saw in her and I don’t know why I helped you get back with her.”

“I know, look…” he ran a hand through his already messed up hair, “I feel the same, alright? I’m sorry I pulled you into all this, _____, I really am. Alright, I told her to get lost.”

You sighed and took a seat on your couch, “She only wanted you back because you’re famous now. You know that right?”

He chuckled and sat down, nodding his head, “I guess I was just...hoping for something I guess.”

“What?” you asked.

He shrugged, “I don’t really remember anymore,” he confessed. 

“Well,” you didn’t quite know what to say, simply leaning back on the couch to appear relaxed, “I always wondered why you didn’t date after her anyway.”

He shrugged once more. How was he meant to say that he didn’t want anyone impeding on his time with you? 

“I guess...no one really came along, you know?”

You nodded, “I guess it’s the same for me.”

He snorted, “You’ve never even dated anyone before.”

“You don’t have to bring that up!” you whined, playfully shoving his shoulder.

He laughed, melodic and pretty, “I think it’s cute. What’s your story then?”

“Eita, we’ve been friends since high school, you know everything about me,” you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm at the soft look he was giving you.

“Yeah but…” he bit his lip, fingers inching closer towards you, “You’re...pretty and sweet. There’s plenty of good looking guys around me that have tried flirting with you before. Hell, Satori even said he was into you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “No, none of them are right…”

“Who is right then?” he asked, unable to hide the hopefulness in his voice.

“Eita…” the smile falls from your lips, your heart hammering in your chest as he moved closer towards you, “I…”

“Hm?” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours, breath fanning over your lips.

“I...I won’t regret this, will I?” you asked. 

His breathing stuttered against your skin and he shook his head, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, “You won’t.”

After those words left his mouth, he brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss that was perfect for a first. You could tell he was experienced, knowing exactly how to move. 

There was something sweet lingering on his tongue that you found utterly addictive. 

You wish you could find it strange or even scary to wind up in bed with your best friend. The fact your entire relationship was going to be changing should have concerned you but all you felt was anticipation. 

He hovered over your body, the two of you stripping your clothes with unhurried ease. His body was firm from working out, a habit he never let go of from his time as a volleyball player. 

His hands were calloused and warm as they touched your body, caressing your breasts in a way no one ever had. The feeling of him thumbing over your nipples had your back arching in arousal, your panties becoming soaked embarrassingly fast. 

He was hard and throbbing in his jeans, the constricting material almost painful but all he really cared about in that moment was seeing all of you. 

Hooking his thumbs into the band of your panties, he pulled the material down. He cursed under his breath at the strings of slick that attached to the fabric. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathed, licking his lips as he tossed your panties over his shoulder to be lost somewhere in your room. 

“Sh-Shut up, don’t tease me…” you mumble, feeling embarrassed by your body’s own reaction to him.

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss against your knee, “I’m not, baby. It’s sweet...I love knowing you react so honestly to me.”

“Eita…” you whined, reaching up to cover your face as he spread your legs.

“Hmm?” he bites his lip, sliding two fingers between your folds to spread them apart. 

Your hole clenched around nothing, drooling more slick for him to gather on his fingertips. He used it to rub smooth circles around your clit, the sweet moan that fell from your lips at the pleasure he so easily gave you. 

“I’ll get you nice and prepped, baby,” he cooed, the nickname making your heart soar. 

You were so wet, making it easy for him to slide two thick fingers into your pretty cunt. You clamped down tight around the digits, making his cock throb at the mere thought of what that would feel like around his hard cock. 

Twisting his wrist, he crooked his fingers up to hit your sweet spot, his thumb coming up to circle around your clit. The inexperience of your body made it so easy for him to bring you to the edge. 

You had never felt this, no one had ever touched you so intimately so your body was more reactive than ever. 

Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. He smiled, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You cumming?” he asked, though he could very easily feel your walls spasming around him. 

Still, you nodded, mouth falling open but no sound escaping, “E-Eita…”

“C’mon, baby,” he groaned, fasting his pace to fuck your dripping cunt. The sounds were wet, lewd and if you were with anyone else you would have been completely ashamed. But it was Eita, the person you trusted the most in the world. He groaned as your body began to quake, “Let it go, pretty girl. Cum for me, that’s it.”

At his encouragement, you released with a shrill whine of his name. He eagerly fucked your gushing cunt through the high, only slowing when your back met the bed again. 

Pulling his fingers from your hole, he was mindful of your sensitivity. He still couldn’t resist placing a fleeting kiss against your throbbing clit before sitting up to meet you for another heated kiss. 

Your body was still trembling as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your thighs spread open around his waist. His clothed cock hovered above your sensitive core and he made sure the rough material of his jeans didn’t make contact.

“Please, Eita, c-can we…?” you asked, biting your lip, too embarrassed to utter the words.

He smiled and nodded, brushing some hair behind your ear before sitting up to discard the remaining clothing on his person. His skin was pretty, tanned and built. His cock reached his navel, dripping precum down the length which he used to easily slick his cock up with his fist. 

The sight of your best friend jerking himself off over your naked, trembling body felt beyond taboo. But it only made you more eager to have him. 

“Please, Eita...I want you,” you breathed. 

He flashed you a smile and sat up on his knees, sliding the dripping tip between your folds. Brushing past your clit, you whined at the sensitivity. 

“It might hurt a bit, pretty baby,” he whispered, positioning himself at your entrance. 

You had already guessed it. He was big just by looking at him. But nothing compared to when he began to sink into you -- that’s when his size really became apparent. 

“Ah, Eita!” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He hissed but didn’t stop you, eyes falling to where his cock was steadily stretching you open. When he got halfway in, he pulled back until the head remained within your clasping walls. With an experienced roll of his hips, he pushed his cock back in, this time easily bottoming out. 

“Fuck!” you squealed, back arching. 

He could feel you gushing, dripping down his balls. There wasn’t a single sign of pain in your features so he quickly began to move, the both of you riled up and eager to have each other completely. 

Everything felt so right, so sweet. Having him in your arms made you feel so happy. 

“You’re mine now, baby,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck, “All mine. N-No more, fuck, of this friend shit...I love you.”

“Eita,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes as you hugged him tightly against you, “I love you too. P-Please make me cum.”

“Fuck, I’ll get you there, baby,” he promised, reaching between your bodies to find your clit. Your walls immediately clamped tight around him as he played with your little bud, “C’mon. Cum for me. I wanna feel you cream, pretty baby. Can you do that for me? Show me how good this cock makes you cum.”

His filthy words, whispered in his sweet, deep voice were enough to throw you over the edge. As you squeezed around him, trembling and gushing through the amazing orgasm, he spilled within you. A soft whimper of your name fell from his lips as his balls throbbed, cock spitting out load after load until you were so filled, it dripped from your cunt. 

Finally, the both of you stilled. He leaned back to look in your eyes, tucking some damp hair behind your ear before pecking your lips. 

“I meant it, you really are mine now,” he said.

You nodded, “You’re all mine too.”

“Well,” he gave you a teasing grin, “You have to share me with my millions of adoring fans.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” you giggled, biting your lip as he pulled out, “You have thousands at most.”

“Oh, way to bruise a guy’s ego,” he laughed.

You were grateful to have him, everything with him was so easy. Everything between you was fine, perfect even. And you didn’t have to worry about ever losing him to another girl again.

[stardusttrashed]

A Choice Part 2- With No Regrets

Pairing: Levi x f!reader x Jean

Summary: Levi and Jean decide it's time to push aside their differences the best they can, and let you decide what makes you happiest

WC: 10K Whew chile

CW: pure smut with a little plotNFSW(18+). threesome. unprotected sex. lots of 'good angel'. teasing. dry humping. choking. oral (m and f). face fucking. fingering. size kink. dacryphilia. degradation. spanking. cucking(?). jealousy. creampie. sub!jean.

Part 1: A Choice

The Vibes

Levi could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears, steadily thrumming and drowning out everything around him. He shifted uncomfortably as he stood in front of the wooden door. What the hell was he doing here? He wanted to turn around and leave, but his feet wouldn’t move, too stuck on completing the mission. He had to do this for you. He had to get it over with, preferably as quickly as possible.

With a shaky breath, his knuckles rapped against the door. He could hear his knock echo through the small house- through Jean’s house. Levi tugged on the sleeve of his button-up shirt, busying his mind with trying to fix his already pristine shirt. He knocked again with an annoyed breath after a few minutes of no answer.

“Hol’ on, I’ll be there in a sec,” Jean called out with a slightly annoyed tone. He swiped his shirt off of the bed, shrugging the thin material on. With every languid step towards the front door, his fingers nimbly worked to button up his shirt. “You sure are eager today, aren’t ya,” Jean chuckled as he opened the door, half expecting Connie or Sasha, half hoping that somehow, just maybe, it’d be you. “Ah, uh- Levi.”

“Kirstein,” Levi replied curtly as his eyes met Jean’s chestnut eyes. He could feel an inexplicable rage beginning to bubble inside of him underneath the taller man’s gaze. He wasn’t even really sure himself as to why the agitation was there. It just was. Levi clenched his clammy fist, “tch. I have a proposition for you.”

***

“Le,” you called out at the sound of the front door opening, “I made you tea…, but it got cold, so I might’ve drunk it.” You chuckled to yourself, dog-earing the page of the book in your hands before setting it on the bedside table. “There’s more water in the kettle, though.” You crawled out of bed, padding towards the kitchen. “And I left the soup in the pot so it wouldn’t get as…,” you trailed off as you were greeted by Jean and Levi awkwardly standing by the doorway.

Your mind flashed back to that stormy night. The night you watched his tears fall harder than the rain outside. Worry slowly filled your mind. Had Levi found out? No, of course not- right? Jean looked fine, in both senses of the word- wait you shouldn’t be thinking that way about your best friend.

Jean pushed down the overwhelming jealousy growing in his chest. Levi had the perfect life. Respect. Freedom. A cabin with a beautiful view and a stream a few meters away. But you trumped everything else. You made Levi’s life perfect. Your presence, your love, your smile, everything about you made Levi’s life seem that much more perfect. Everything about you only reminded Jean of how you were the missing piece in his life that he was so desperately trying to get ahold of.

Levi didn’t have to look at the man next to him to see his lovestruck expression. No, it was apparent enough just through the corner of his eye, which made him wonder why you never seemed to notice it yourself. You couldn’t be that oblivious, could you?

“Hey, horse face,” you broke the short-lived silence teasingly, nervously smoothing out your sundress. You sank your teeth into the side of your cheek in an attempt to hold back the smug smile growing on your face. You knew he hated the nickname, but that made you use it even more. Not out of hate but out of a pure desire to tease him. You relished in his reactions; the way his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance, or how his cheeks flushed over, even his grumbles. Each time was like a quiet dare, a constant push to see just how much he’d let you get away with.

The ridiculous nickname never sounded better than when it left your lips. Every time the god-forsaken nickname was uttered by you, it became hard to hate it anymore. You made the insult of a nickname sound like the sweetest thing that anyone could be called. “Hi, mon Ange,” Jean replied in a tender voice, a caring smile spreading across his lips.

Levi’s left eye twitched at Jean’s nickname for you. He wondered if Jean had ever even bothered translating the name for you. Even if he hadn’t, it still bothered Levi. Not so much because of the name itself, more because he didn’t have a name for you like that. And yet, Jean had a name that fell from his lips so naturally. He watched the radiant smile the name drew from you followed with a death grip of a hug.

You practically flung yourself at Jean, wrapping your arms around his torso. You buried your nose in the crook of his neck, clinging to his welcoming warmth and calming smell. He was just a friend, and you’ve hugged like this plenty of times in the past, but something about the way his fingertips ran up and down your spine drove your mind insane. Your heart was hammering in your chest, growing faster with each languid feathery touch. It probably should’ve been the least of your worries, considering the fluttering occurring between your legs.

“Honey, you didn’t tell me we were having company for dinner,” you pulled yourself away from Jean, smoothing out your sundress as you turned towards Levi momentarily. “I would’ve gone to the market or asked Sasha to go hunting with me.” With a quick sigh and a shrug, you turned back to Jean with a hint of a smile on your lips, “any special requests?”

“H-he’s not here for dinner,” Levi grunted, a light blush tinting his cheeks. He shifted his weight from one foot to another awkwardly. It seemed like a good idea earlier, but right now, with you in front of him, the idea seemed kind of silly- stupid even. Maybe dinner was the better option here. It sure as hell sounded like the less nerve-wrecking option.

“I wouldn’t dare turn down your cooking, though,” Jean blurted out with a bashful smile. His eyes trailed down your body, subconsciously roving over all your curves. “But, I think Levi wanted me to taste something a little,” his eyes locked with yours as he pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his voice growing slightly huskier, “sweeter.”

Levi didn’t give you any time to react, pulling you into his chest by your dress. You braced your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself, your eyes locking with his darker than usual ones. It was happening again, the same thing that happened the day at the festival. There was a snap inside of him. You could feel it clear as day through his heated gaze and as his lips hungrily crashed onto yours. Every quiet whimper and squeeze at your hips showed you how his jealousy turned into a desperate need for you.

Levi was the first to break the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he moved just a breath away. He loved the timid, lust-filled look in your eyes. It was always so easy to bring out; even a simple smile your way resulted in the look that left him intoxicated. He needed it, lived for it. That lovingly hungry gaze reminded him that you chose him, and every day you continue to choose him. And suddenly he could barely remember why he even felt so nervous about this.

“Sugar,” Levi cooed, catching your chin between his fingers. “Do you trust me?”

The cold, menacing look in his eyes left your throat dry and sent a rush of heat between your legs. “With my life,” you purred, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. You could feel his lips curl into a proud smile beneath yours. “Always and forever.”

“Be a good girl for me then, huh?” Levi gave your hip a reassuring squeeze as he nodded towards Jean. His charcoal eyes never left Jean’s chocolate ones, silently asserting his dominance. Not that he really even needed to. His presence was assertive enough all on its own. “Show this Kirstein brat what he’s been missing out on, hm?”

Jean’s hands grew clammy, his throat now drier than the Sahara. This was really happening. He was frozen under your gaze. This is just a dream. Just a dream, right? Any second now he’d wake up alone in his bed.

You looked back and forth between the two men for a moment, silently trying to determine just what Levi was up to before you turned towards Jean. With a small shaky hand, you cupped Jean’s cheek with a devilish smile, “what’d ya do to get him to say that?” You let out a silky laugh, expecting at least his shy throaty chuckle you’ve grown to love. But there was nothing. No sounds fell from his lips. No smile graced his face. All you got back was a scared gaze covered by faux confidence. Now that you were paying closer attention, you could feel him trembling beneath you. “Jeanie,” you breathed, “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You reached up with your other hand to cup his ear for him.

“I do,” Jean sighed in a low voice as he guided your hand on his ear down to his shoulder. I’ve wanted this for so long, he thought to himself. His eyes trailed down to your lips, eyes growing heavy with longing, “I really do.” Ignoring Levi’s expecting gaze, Jean cupped your cheek, guiding you towards him as he leaned down teasingly slow. “Wan’ed this for s’long,” Jean whispered, his voice broken with desire as his breath fanned over your lips.

You lost yourself in his broken yet hopeful eyes. You wanted this just as bad as him, if not more. You spent so long pretending not to, avoiding kissing him in his sleep countless times. You convinced yourself that this wasn’t something you wanted anymore, but you did. That want had transformed into a need, and somehow Levi seemed to know that before you did. You think about what his lips would feel like on your own, if he’s kiss you with as much passion as he talked with.

Levi walked behind Jean with an annoyed grunt, giving him a much-needed nudge to close the gap. “Tch, damn brat,” Levi grumbled as he strode across the room towards the bedroom door. Geez, watching you two like this was more painful than irritating. He almost felt bad. “Probably why she ended up with me and not you,” he dug with a knowing smirk on his face.

Jean’s lips landed on your in a tender kiss, his hand wrapping around your hips to ground himself. The way you wrapped your arms around his neck, stretching up to deepen the kiss, drove him crazy. Your lips were so warm against his, a blanket of comfort that he wanted to wrap himself in forever. A whisper of your name tumbled from his lips, sending shivers down your spine. He loved the effect he had on you, loved how you seemed to crave this as much as him. His hands trail down from your hips to your butt for a quick squeeze, earning a quiet, saccharine moan. His brows furrowed in concentration as his tongue swiped acoss your bottom lip, “gonna make you mine.”

Levi let out a snort of a laugh, “like hell you will. Couldn’t even kiss her without some help.” He leaned back against the bedroom door frame with his arms lazily crossed over his chest. He watched as you kissed Jean desperately, your body practically limp against the taller man, hands clawing at every opening in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer. “Hey, princess,” he called out cooly, causing you to pull away to hum in response reluctantly. “Why don’tcha bring Kirstein over here?”

You froze beneath Jean, dragged back to reality by Levi’s seemingly uninterested voice. This wasn’t a dream, well, not literally at least. You were wide awake, kissing your best friend in front of your boyfriend. You were-.

“Ange?”

You were with two men in the entire world that you felt the safest with. You’d trust these two with your life. “You gotta do more than just kiss good if you’re gonna keep your word, Jeanie,” you teased with faux confidence.

Jean smirked confidently at the challenge, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. “C’mon now,” Jean kissed you once more, “when‘ve I not kept my word to you?” he asked rhetorically as he lifted you off your feet, guiding your legs around his waist.

Levi hated the feeling bubbling up inside of him as he followed behind Jean and watched as he laid you on the bed. It wasn’t jealousy because he knew you, trusted you. At least that what he kept repeating to himself. Instead, he hated the way his hands shook as he stepped towards his bed with his girl sprawled out on it. He hated that neither really felt like his anymore. He hated how nervous Jean made him. Jean was keeping his word without even really doing anything.

“Le,” you called out sweetly at your secretly terrified and clearly uncomfortable boyfriend standing a few steps away from the bed. You untangled yourself from Jean, involuntarily whining from the loss of his comforting heat. “Baby,” you cooed, crawling out from under Jean towards the edge of the bed with a hand reaching out to Levi. “W-we don’ have’ta. I just,” you gently pull his hand into yours. “Your comfort matters to me, y’know.”

Levi tenderly pressed his lips to your knuckles with a forced smile in his eyes. “I’d do anything for my girl.” His eyes flickered towards Jean with a cold challenging expression as ‘my girl’ fell from his lips.

A surge of power overcame you, coursing through your blood along with the excitement of the situation. “Prove it, Ackerman. Show me you’ll do more than my Jeanie.” You could see Jean stiffen at the addition to the usual nickname, his chest subconsciously puffing out proudly.

Levi surged forward, his lips crashing against yours in a fiery kiss. Taken by surprise, you gasped into the kiss, unintentionally giving Levi full access. He flicks his tongue against yours, exploring the foreign taste mixed with a sweetness he’s grown accustomed to. He squeezed your hip desperately, pulling you closer to him and further from Jean. He feels so possessive, so determined to remind you that you’re his, not Jean’s.

Jean can sense it in the air like electricity. He can feel Levi becoming determined to keep you away. Jealousy bubbled inside of him, mingling with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He leaned in towards you, sliding the thin strap of material off your shoulder. You were his, too; that’s why he’s here, right? So why did you feel so forbidden to touch? His shaky breath fanned over your skin as he ducked his head into the crook of your neck. He wanted to savor this moment- even if there was one more person present than he’d like. Jean left a trail of gentle kisses from the crook of your neck to your shoulder. The way you shivered beneath his lips made him crave you more, transforming soft kisses into teasing nibbles against your neck.

You broke the kiss with Levi with a soft gasp, “Jean.” The quiet moan fell from your lips before you could stop yourself. Everywhere his lips touched was set ablaze. You were hyper-aware of his touch- his tongue sweeping against your neck while his calloused hands snaked around your hips. He was so close, yet not close enough.

Jean looked up at Levi with an overconfident look in his eyes, hiding his smirk against your shoulder. His name sounded so sweet on your lips, so at home. “Say it again, angel,” he mumbled against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your neck.

“Need you, Jeanie,” you whined, reaching around to tangle your fingers in his hair at the back of his head. You urged him closer to you with a desperate whine, capturing his lips with yours. Jean sighed into the kiss, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth, letting them dance with each other. You can’t tell who’s in control of the kiss or if either of you are even trying to control the kiss, too wrapped up in the intoxicating taste of each other.

A broken, muffled moan rings through Levi’s ears as he sucks on your neck harshly, focused on littering your skin with marks. He didn’t give a damn how many times Jean’s name fell from your lips or how many disgustingly satisfied looks Jean sent him; you were his. Levi roughly grabbed your thighs, digging his fingers into the fatty flesh as he pulled you into his lap. He smiled against your neck proudly as you instinctually began to grind against his hardening cock. “S’my good girl,” he groaned, dragging his lips down to your breast. He slid your other strap off your shoulder, letting the fabric of your dress fall to your waist before latching his lips onto your breast without warning.

You broke the kiss with a small gasp, “l-lower Le, need- ah!” You rested your head back against Jean’s shoulder, unconsciously pulling him closer by his hair as Levi kitten licked your nipple. With every flick of his tongue, he tugged and pushed your hips, guiding your erratic grinding. Jean’s hand left your hip, leaving you a whimpering mess as he opted for your free nipple instead, twisting and tugging on the sensitive nerve.

Your moans sounded so pretty to Jean. He wanted to hear them spill from your lips over and over… even if it meant working with Levi. “Look at our pretty girl,” Jean cooed, “makin’ such pretty sounds, isn’t she Levi?”

Our, huh? Levi played with the thought in his head. Their sweet little angel. Levi pulled away with a small smile, “she always does. Sounds even better when she’s close.” As if on cue, you let out a high-pitched moan that bordered a strangled gasp. “Ah, just like that.”

Jean could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the saccharine sound. “Yeah, is that right, angel? Gonna cum for us without even having a finger inside ya?” His hand slid up from your breast to your neck teasingly slow, “go ahead, be a good girl and fall apart for us, yeah?”

That was all it took to push you over the edge, whimpering their names while you tugged on Jean’s hair and Levi’s shirt, needing them to be impossibly close as your first orgasm washed over you. “M-more, need more baby,” you weren’t sure which one of them you were referring to, maybe both. “Pretty please.” You untangled your hand from Jean’s hair, letting it roam down his body before falling onto the center of his pants. Jean’s breath hitched in his throat as you gently palmed his throbbing cock through his pants.

The needy, pleading look in your eyes as you tugged on his shirt was enough to make Levi cum right now. He reached forward, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb as he cooed, “always so pretty when you beg. I’m sure Kirstein wants to hear you do it some more.”

“Could listen to it all day,” Jean whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, barely able to hold back the whimpers fighting their way out. “Wanna help you make em s’more.” A breathy whine escaped his lips, “please. Love to get a taste.”

You couldn’t tell if the shiver running down your spine was from Jean’s intoxicating voice or from the loss of heat as Levi pulled away. “Jeanie,” you slowed your hand's movement to a stop. “I-,” your cheeks were growing warmer by the second at the thought of your best friend’s face buried between your legs. How his big mouth would feel or his scruff against the inside of your thighs.

“Careful what you wish for, Kirstein, my girl’s the sweetest damn thing there is.”

“Le…”.

Levi pulled you by your thighs, forcing you to lay down between him and Jean. “Can’t ever just have one taste, always so intoxicating,” he praised you with a proud smirk.

Jean hummed as he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, “I wasn’t expecting anything else. Always been my intoxicating little ange.” His heart swelled in his chest as you gently took his hand in yours, pressing a kiss onto his knuckles. Then, with a single glance at each other, Jean and Levi switched places- allowing Jean to rest between your legs. His eyes never left yours, silently reassuring you as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss just above your knee. “You ‘kay there, awfully quiet,” he hummed against your skin as he slid your dress off completely, tossing it aside.

You pulled your trembling lip between your teeth with a whiny nod. The room was so hot, or maybe it was just you- slowly burning beneath Jean’s gaze and Levi’s wandering hands. Every kiss to your thigh, slow sensual kisses that Jean peppered your skin with as if they were your lips. Each cool, slender finger that was slowly being added until it wrapped around your throat. The way their eyes focused on you, drinking in every little reaction like their life depended on it. Everything about this moment left your skin scorching hot, your butterflies somehow surviving the heat only to help spread it like the wind with a forest fire. It was ridiculous how much you wanted both men so badly.

Jean tore his eyes away from you, taking a moment to admire the marks he littered all along the inside of your thighs. His long, slender fingers hooked the waistband of your panties. “Last chance, is this okay?” One of his hands slowly glided up your body before finding its place in your hand. You had already moaned his name like it was one of the most natural things ever, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the dark spot on your panties spreading further and further by the second. But he wanted to hear you say it, listen to you say you craved him between your legs. You nodded desperately, but it wasn’t enough.

“Words, honey,” Levi cut in, giving Jean the chance to lean teasingly close, his face hovering over your clothed center. “Don’t be a brat,” his hand tightened around your neck, just enough to feel your breath hitch beneath his touch before releasing you.

“Fuck,” you breathed heavily, “yes, yes, damn it, Jean.” You shifted your hand in his until you could lace your fingers with his. “Less talk. You take too long.” Jean’s chuckle fanned over your center, leaving you fluttering around nothing.

“That right, ange?” In one swift movement, he had pulled your panties off, nearly ripping them at the seams. “Gotta be patient,” the words died on his lips, coming out as a breathless whisper as his eyes stared at your center like a child receiving a gift. “S’perfect.” He leaned forward, licking a long, slow stripe up your slick, collecting as much of your juices as he could in one go. The moan that left him felt sinful, filling the room. “Sweeter than ice cream.”

Levi shook his head with a chuckle, watching the way your hips tried to rise to meet Jean’s lips. You were so pretty, so cute and whiny in his arms with Jean between your legs. He hated how turned on he was at the sight, but he couldn’t deny the aching throb in his pants that was begging for some kind of release. “Tch, course she is. Best damn thing you could ever taste.”

Jean hum in agreement before meeting your core once again, greeting you with long, snail-paced laps. He wanted to savor every second of this, giving you his all like he’d never get the chance again- because, for all he knew, he wouldn’t. He growled against your core, his hunger getting the best of him as he buried his face further into you. His nose nuzzled your puffy clit, groaning as his tongue went into overtime, lapping and probing at your core. He was drunk on you, his thoughts consumed by you and only you. “Taste s’good. S’my pretty, sweet little ange.”

“S-so close, ah, Jeanie,” your voice caught in your throat in a loud gasp. “I-!” The knot in your stomach was almost unbearable, forcing your eyes closed. It was embarrassing how much of a babbling, moaning mess he turned you into with just his tongue. His name was falling from your lips like a prayer.

Levi’s breath fanned over the shell of your ear, his hand gently squeezing your throat. “He better than me, honey? You like his tongue more, huh?” A smirk spread across his lips at your pitiful attempt to shake your head despite the way Jean’s name fell from your lips. “Tch, you’re a bad liar.”

“P-promise,” you tried to talk through your orgasm. A loud moan ripped from your throat as Jean continued to lap up your juices relentlessly. You tried to wiggle away only to be held in place by Jean’s large hand gripping the flesh of your thigh, his fingers digging in with bruising force. Levi’s hand fell from your neck, sliding down your body until it rested on your hip, helping Jean hold you in place.

The throbbing ache in Levi’s pants could wait. Tonight was about you. You were the center of their attention, the sole reason for this compromise. Your saccharine moans and whimpers made all of his anxious thoughts and jealousy worthwhile. “If he’s not better, then open your eyes. C’mon, pretty girl, can you do that for me?”

You forced your eyes open, tears welling up in the corners. “Can’t.” You wanted to prove to Levi that you didn’t like Jean’s tongue more, but you couldn’t. You loved his tongue, had gotten so drunk on it already. “Need- need more, want you.” You tightened your grip on Jean’s hand while your free hand scrambled to find purchase on Levi, resting on the outline of his incredibly hard cock.

Levi could feel you tense and twitch in his arms, on the verge of yet another orgasm. He chuckled devilishly, inching his fingers closer to your clit, “after this one, alright?” His slender fingers worked your clit, rubbing in harsh circles. “Doing so good for us,” he kissed your temple tenderly. “One more, and you can be filled as much as you want, hm?”

“Been such a good girl so far,” Jean purred, looking up at you with adoring eyes. He guided your hand towards his head before unlocking his fingers from yours, “makin’ such pretty noises for us.” He delved his tongue further into your hole, moaning against you as you tugged on his hair, the dull pain only encouraging him to go further- to taste more of what should be his. Of what is his. You weren’t just Levi’s- no, his name fell from your beautiful kiss swollen lips too many times for you to be just Levi’s. You were their’s now, and as much as he wanted you to be his and only his, he could live with the idea of you being their’s, his and Levi’s. Their pretty little angel.

“You like that, huh?” Levi chuckled, almost condescending as you desperately tried to grind your trembling hips against his fingers and Jean’s face, chasing your high like your life depended on it. He gave your clit a swift slap, “bet you want us to call you our’s, huh?” You shook your head despite the broken whines forcing their way out, and your hips faltered beneath their ministrations. “Yet you’re letting Kirstein make a mess of what’s mine.” His fingers went back to rubbing small circles around your clit. “Tch, he may call you an angel,” he leaned closer to your ear, growling his next words, “but all I see is a desperate little slut. Go on,” his fingers slowed to a teasing, snail-like pace, “admit it, sugar. You’re our little slut.”

You shook your head furiously, squeezing your eyes shut. It was too much; you were so close yet so far, as if you were standing on the edge of a cliff, toes hanging off the edge with some unknown force keeping you upright. “N-no,” you could feel Jean pull back slightly despite your attempt to pull him closer by his hair. “Just- still, yours, Le.”

Jean pulled away abruptly with a tutting sound, annoyance making its way into his lust-filled eyes. “Only, good girls get to cum,” he brought his finger up to your entrance, collecting your wetness as he traced the hole with a feather-light touch. “And good girls don’t lie,” he growled as the tip of his finger slid inside of you, “so, do you want to try that again? Who’s little slut of an angel are you, hm?” He pushed his finger in further, stopping at the second knuckle of his finger.

“Jean, please-.”

“He asked a question, sugar- gotta be polite and answer the man.” Levi began to twist the nub between his fingers gently.

“I- fuck! I’m your’s!” You could feel yourself losing your high, crashing down like a plane shot out of the sky. “All your’s- please just-.”

“Who’s?” Jean pushed on as his finger pumped in and out of you, finally entering until you reached his knuckle. “All who’s?” He slid a second finger in, smiling to himself at the way your tight hole squeezed his fingers, “come on, ange, all you have to do is say it.”

Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes, the high you were so close to feeling like an impossible goal to reach, Jean’s fingers slowly curling inside of you, taking his time feeling your velvety walls while Levi’s fingers now ghosted over your clit. “Ngh. Both!” You gasped, tugging on Jean’s hair with one hand and digging your nails into Levi’s thigh with the other. Then, with an approving hum, both of them picked up the pace, hurling you back towards your high at a dizzying speed. “Please, please, ah,” you chanted breathlessly as your body twitched and convulsed. “Belong to you and Le.”

“Atta girl,” Levi praised you, dipping his head down to suck on your neck.

“Cum for us, ange.” He added a third finger, in love with the way you stretched around his fingers as they pounded against the spongy spot that left you breathless. “Be our good girl and cum.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, back arching against Levi, their names falling from your lips in a broken chant- mingling together into blubbering moans as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. You could see stars as your body trembles between them, your hips trying to run away while your pussy clamps onto Jean’s fingers, holding him close as you come down from your high. Both of their touches grew slower, gentler as they guide you back down, their eyes hungrily boring holes into you. You finally opened your eyes once Jean removed his fingers, breathlessly watching as he held them up to Levi’s lips.

“Tch, damn brat,” Levi rolled his eyes before slowly taking Jean’s index finger between his lips. His steely eyes glared at Jean despite the slow swirls his tongue did around the finger- sucking every last drop off of it.

You were next, Jean’s chestnut eyes zoning in on you as he pulled his finger out of Levi’s mouth before tapping your bottom lip with his middle finger. “Open.” A groan rumbled through his chest as you took his finger between your lips without hesitation, staring up at his with the hypnotizing doe eyes as you sucked yourself off of his finger. It wasn’t the same as when he made Levi do it, though. When it was Levi, all Jean wanted to do was stare at the man, a quiet battle of pride- a wordless challenge. But with you- oh, with you, he was in love with watching your kiss swollen lips, lost in thought about how they’d look wrapped around his cock.

You pulled away with a quiet pop, breathlessly watching as Jean took all three of his fingers between his lips with a low moan, sucking the mixture of your slick and everyone else’s spit. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, “c-can I now?” Jean looked down at you with a slightly confused expression while Levi’s chest rumbled with a growl of a chuckle.

“All of that, and you’re still begging to be filled, eh? Little slut.” His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. The way his breath fanned over your skin sent shivers down your back, “but whatever Ange wants, Ange gets since you’ve been such a good girl. So,” Levi hooked his finger under your chin, turning your head to face him, “keep on being a good girl and tell us what you want.”

You rubbed your thighs together, creating much-needed friction, “you- Jean- both,” you whine frustratedly. “I- just something, please!” You reached forward with a trembling hand, your fingers nervously brushing against the buttons of his shirt. It felt silly being so nervous as you dragged your fingers closer and closer to where he clearly wanted you, the imprint of his hard-on practically ripping through his jeans. He had just rocked your world- sending you to the heavens with his tongue, yet you could feel your nervousness reflected in him, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes shifted from yours to Levi’s.

Levi rubbed your hips gently in an attempt to calm your nerves, “Get on all fours for us then, alright, beautiful? You can do that, right?” He gave your hips a reassuring squeeze, the pang of jealousy in his chest from you giving Jean all the attention disappearing into excited hunger as you crawled towards Jean like a predator stalking its prey.

“I wanna… can I..?”

Jean chuckled, your meek voice a stark difference from the natural confidence in your actions, “give me head?” He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “only if I get another kiss first.”

You rolled your eyes, a loving smile playing with your lips as you leaned closer, pressing your lips against his. You fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as his lips lazily worked against yours, moving in languid, sloppy, yet sweet motions in tandem with yours. The bed shifted and dipped behind you as Levi undoubtedly prepped himself behind you. “Can I now?” you asked as your hands roamed his broad shoulders, sliding down his chest.

“Go for it, Ange,” Jean breathed, his hand finding its way to your cheek, his thumb grazing your lips gently before moving back to your cheek.

You pushed aside your nerves and went to work, pulling his jeans and underwear down like a kid unwrapping a present which he kicked off and tossed aside haphazardly. Your breath caught in your throat as his cock sprung free with a quick slap to his abdomen.

“S’pretty,” you whispered, practically on the verge of drooling at the sight of the thing you spent so many years trying to keep yourself from thinking about. You licked his slit, collecting the leaking precum on your tongue with a quiet moan.

Jean whined as you licked up from the base of his cock up to his tip, his hips bucking to meet your lips involuntarily. “Y/n, l-.” He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, already on the verge of cumming. “You’re the pretty one,” he breathed, his chestnut eyes welling up at this dream come true. His hand caressed your cheek, touching you like you were made of glass despite guiding you to take him further. “My pretty little angel.” His breath hitched in his throat as your pretty, kiss swollen lips wrapped around his length.

You closed your eyes, giving Jean your full attention as you bobbed your head. Every bob was like a quiet dare to take more and more of him into your mouth until your moans became gags. You opened your eyes as you fondled his balls, ingraining the sight of a bleary-eyed, whining Jean into your brain.

“Such a good girl,” Jean choked out, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Levi’s calloused hands smoothed over your ass, kneading into the fatty flesh as he soaked in the sight in front of him. Everything about you right now was mesmerizing; the eager dedication to pleasing Jean, your muffled moans, the way your ass jiggled with every little tap. He could barely hold himself back anymore. His fingers expertly worked the buttons of his shirt, freeing himself of the restrictive clothing. Jean had got enough attention already; it was his turn to join in on the fun. He unbuttoned his pants, sliding them and his underwear off with ease. It was his turn to have you moaning, his turn to make you cry for more.

Levi dragged his length along your slit, coating it with your slick. A dangerous chuckle fell from his lips as he watched you flutter and clench around nothing. “Tch, such a greedy angel.” He lined himself up before slamming into you, pushing you forward onto Jean’s length. Your gagged moan graced his ears, urging him to keep going. To keep helping his sugar live out her fantasies. And maybe, just maybe, watching you choke and whine around someone else’s cock was part of his fantasy as well- a fantasy buried so deep it was hidden from himself.

Jean squeezed your jaw between his fingers, fighting back the urge to pull your pretty little face closer- forcing you to take all of him. He wanted to watch you sputter and choke around his cock, wanted to see just how good you’d be for him. And for once in the entirety of him knowing you, he wanted to make you cry, watch your eyes well up with tears, and know he was the reason why. He wanted to hear his name fall off your lips in a broken sob.

“So close, I-.”

“Damn shame, Kirstein,” Levi quipped, fighting back the stream of moans and settling for a quiet grunt. “Made her wait this long for you, just to cum early.” He let out a whiny chuckle as you clenched around him. “Tch, how disappointing.” Levi watched as Jean’s eyes clouded with a mixture of irritation and lust. “Thought you’d at least get to feel her pretty, tight pussy wrap around your cock.”

“Never,” Jean grunted, holding you in place, “said I’d be done after.” His hips were moving on their own now, pistoning sloppily into your mouth, “gonna keep goin’ ‘til she begs me to stop.”

You dug your nails into Jean’s tensed thigh, desperately trying to ground yourself. It was too much, all of it. Jean’s husky voice mixed in with his whiny, desperate moans. Levi’s unrelenting pace as he slammed into you unforgivingly. Jean’s dirty words. All of it was making your mind feel hazy, drunk off of the both of them. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to ignore the ache in your jaw, keeping your focus on calming your breathing down instead.

A loud smack filled the air, followed by the stinging pain on your left cheek that left you crying around Jean’s cock. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes as another smack filled the air. You wiggled your ass, pressing back to meet Levi’s thrusts, earning a proud grunt from the onyx-haired man.

“Look at that,” Levi teased, “got two holes filled, and you still want more.” A choked-out whine escaped his lips as his eyes moved up from jiggling of your ass to Jean’s eyes once more. “Think it’s goin’ ta be a while before she begs for either of us to stop.”

“Fine by- I,” Jean took a shaky breath, his stomach tensing, “I-. Please, gonna cum,” his hand fell from your jaw, giving you a chance to pull away. But you didn’t. Your head kept bobbing, edging him closer and closer, looking more like the angel of death than the sweet little angel he convinced himself you were. “Please, I gotta-.”

“Just cum for her, idiot,” Levi cut in breathlessly in a harshly encouraging voice. “She wants you to cum for her.”

Jean looked down at your eyes brimmed with tears, looking back up at him with the sweetest little look as if his dick wasn’t shoved down your throat. “Fuck, gonna cum for you- ngh.” He watched in awe as you swallowed his load eagerly, so focused on not wasting a single drop even as you came yourself. He wasn’t going to be the same after this, couldn’t be the same, not when he knew what heaven was now. But he couldn’t think of that yet. No, there’d be time for that, but not now.

You pulled away with a quiet pop, a hungry, devilish smile playing with your lips before Levi pulled you flushed against his body by your throat. “Le,” you cried out, quickly silenced by Levi’s lips capturing your own. The burning sensation in your stomach was building up so fast, every thrust upwards feeling like a spark, adding to the flames. You moaned into Levi’s mouth as his fingers squeezed tighter around your throat. Even through the building high and cries, you were still intensely aware of Jean in front of you.

Levi broke the kiss with a long string of saliva, watching proudly as your head fell back against his shoulder. “Look at that, got our beautiful little angel making such a filthy fucking mess all over the bed.” Sloppy wet sounds filled the room, “think she wants more, Kirstein. Go ‘head and tell ‘im, sugar.” The way you clenched around him was making it so hard for him to hold back, his cock twitching inside of you, searching for release.

“Want more. Jeanie- I, ngh,” your brain was clouded, the words all there but having a hard time making their way to your mouth. Tears streamed down your cheek, frustration finally pushing them out of their corners. “Need both inside. Fill me,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as another orgasm crashed over you.

“Tch, you’re no angel,” Levi’s hips stuttered at your words. It was just a filthy idea, so sinful sounding, and yet it pushed him further. He wanted it as much as you, to watch you get filled by both of them. No matter what happened after tonight, he knew he won. No matter if you chose to stay with him after letting Jean fuck you stupid or if you picked Jean after getting filled by him, night after night- he had won. “Such a filthy little slut,” he growled against your neck, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. “you want us-” his eyebrows knitted together as a whine betrayed him, “-want us to make a mess of you, huh?” He pistoned up into, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust before spilling inside of you, painting you with his seed.

Jean couldn’t take his eyes off of you, letting them roam over your lust-filled face, down to your bouncing tits, further down to where you and Levi met messily- to the place where he had finally gotten an invitation to. “Come ‘ere angel,” Jean said shakily as he leaned back against the headboard. You were his weakness, his heaven, his everything, and having you begging for him to cum inside of you made him go berserk. “Let me fill that pretty little pussy, yeah? It’s what you wan’, right?”

Your eyes sparkled with an excited giddiness as you looked at him, “yes, please.” You gave Levi another long, sloppy kiss before carefully getting off of his length with an unconscious whine. Jean held a hand out for you, guiding you towards his lap as you crawled over on jello-like legs.

“You sure you want this,” Jean licked his lips as you hovered over him, eyes steady on yours. He could feel the heat radiating from your center, a mixture of your slick and cum slowly dripping onto his length. “I can leave-.” It turned his stomach to think about how many times you had let Levi do that- how many times it should’ve been him. The thought bubbled and twisted itself into a wave of indescribable anger, one driven by the desire to make you cry for him.

You cut him off with a fiery kiss, coaxing his mouth open with your tongue so you could get another taste of him. You needed him, wanted him so bad it scared you, but none of those feelings could find their way out anywhere but in your eyes. Maybe this was a one-time thing. Perhaps they only agreed to this to help get the thought out of your mind. But now, right now, with your best friend moaning and whining beneath you, it didn’t feel like this would be the last. You wanted more, so drunk off your first sip of him that it almost made you wonder whether if you’d pick him given the chance.

“Don’t,” you breathed once you broke the kiss. “Please… Jeanie- Jean, stay.”

With a nod, Jean lined himself up with your entrance. His eyes were glued to yours as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. He loved the way your face scrunched up in a mixture of pain and pleasure with every inch of him that filled you, tears brimming your eyes. Every inch taken earned you a little kiss, to the forehead, to your tears, your nose, everywhere but where you wanted them. “Such a good girl,” he muttered in between kisses until you stopped with a weak cry.

You looked so sweet, such a pretty little dream- his pretty little dream. Who would’ve thought you’d feel so heavenly, fitting him like a perfect glove?

“Too much for you, angel?” Your sweet little whimper sounded like music to his ears, but he needed more. The thought of you crying while being stuffed with his cock drove him insane. “No, ’s not,” Jean cooed, reaching up to wipe the small stream of tears off your cheek. “You can do it.”

“It is,” you cried as you rested your forehead against his, “can’t take any more.”

“C’mon, be my good little angel.” He chuckled devilishly as you clenched around him at the name. “Fuck- just… just look at me,” he dipped his head, looking up at you with concern. “Gonna need you to relax, yeah?” He peppered your lips with gentle kisses, “you do that for me, hm?” He pushed himself slowly into you despite your cries protesting it, stilling your shaking head with a gentle hand, wiping away more stray tears with his thumb, “yes, you can, angel.”

“Don’t forget you asked for this brat,” Levi scolded you as he teased the head of his cock with his thumb, spreading the leftover of your slick along his length. He hated how invested into this he was, hated that he needed Jean to fuck you almost as badly as you did. The thought of sharing you like this, letting Jean fill you, disgusted him, yet he couldn’t help but want it to happen.

“If you won’t be a good girl for Kirstein,” Levi leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. He dragged his bottom lip up your shoulder, leaving a wet trail up to your ear. “Then be a good girl for me,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. “Let Jean help you feel good, sugar. Can you do that for me?”

“But ’s too much,” you leaned forward, resting your forehead against Jean’s. With a trembling hand, you reached behind you, desperately searching for Levi. You could feel his soft lips press against each of your fingers in tender kisses before he guided your hand towards his silky locks. “Wanna be your good girl,” you choked out, unsure of who you were even talking to. “But can’t- Ah!” You gasped into Jean’s mouth as he captured your lips against his while Levi sucked on your neck, painting your skin with deep colored marks.

It was as if they were on the same page, both so insistent on having Jean stuff you full. Levi grabbed your hip with bruising force with his free hand, pulling you down in time to meet Jean’s hips, slamming up into you. A squeak of a cry fell from your lips, swallowed by Jean without hesitation.

“See,” Levi cooed quietly, “always such a good girl. So proud of you- we’re s’proud of you.”

His words sounded so far away, drowned out by your tears and the drunken high both men were so determined to keep you on. You felt like you were being split open by Jean, your insides torn between wanting him to stay completely still and wanting him to pound you into oblivion. It felt so right, so natural- being sandwiched between them. You chased Jean’s lips as he finally broke the kiss, earning what sounded like a chuckle from him and an annoyed breath from Levi.

“Wanna hear, ngh- wanna hear you say you want more.” He looked at you pleadingly, “need to hear what you want, angel.”

“You, Jeanie- I,” you sniffled before grinding on his length.

Levi clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, noting the way Jean’s eyes fluttered close before he stilled your hips. “Words, sugar, use ‘em.” His blunt nails dug into your hip, holding you still as you attempted to bounce. It was pure torture for all three of you, but it only made the high to come that much more exciting.

“Jean,” you huffed childishly, teary eyes begging for him to save you, to take care of you.

“C’mon, we haven’t entirely fucked that big brain out yet, have we?” He couldn’t help the cocky grin spreading across his lips, even as it was becoming harder and harder not to burst right now. “Tell me what you want,” he lifted his hips, pretending to just be adjusting himself.

“Fuck me, horse face,” you blurted out in an annoyed voice, squeezing around his length.

“I can work with that,” Jean gloated as Levi teasingly whispered ‘wasn’t that hard, was it?’. Jean blindly found your free hand with one hand while the other trailed down your body before finding its place on your hip.

You almost didn’t notice the way Jean slipped his large hand into your own as he lifted you on his length teasingly slow. You watch his eyes darken with hunger as a needy whimper escapes your lips. As he slams you back down, filling you up in one swift movement, the sound that you make is almost unrecognizable. Not that it really mattered anyway. Your mind was too foggy to focus on anything other than the burning sensation spreading throughout your body with every long, slow stroke.

“Always such a pretty angel,” Jean moaned as he watched you throw your head back against Levi’s shoulder. “Jus’-,” he shifted beneath you, spreading his legs wider so he could meet your bounces. He let himself fall forward, desperate to get as much of you as you’ll let him as he drags his bottom lip across your breast. “God jus’ wanna make you feel good,” he chokes back a whimper.

His voice is so needy, so low and gravelly that if you were already soaking and dripping cum, it would’ve made you wet. You haphazardly laced your fingers with his, squeezing his hand as he continued to assault the spot inside of you that made your toes curl and vision go blurry. “Such good job, Jeanie,” you whined in a broken whisper.

Levi buried his face further into your neck, sinking his teeth into the soft skin to distract himself from the stinging pain in his scalp as you mindlessly tugged his hair. His hand quickened its pace, matching the sloppy sound of slapping skin. Tears welled up in his eyes, so close to cumming and so desperately in need of watching Jean fuck you.

The faint praise and sounds of Levi’s groans went straight to Jean’s cock. He couldn’t think straight anymore, so focused on how you clung to him like you never wanted him to pull out. He was drowning in bliss, letting you hold him under and invade his every being as Levi watched and encouraged you to keep going further. “Pretty baby. S’my pretty angel,” he murmured against your skin, his throaty breaths fanning across your chest. “Wanna make you feel good forever.” Your quiet ‘please do’ was his breaking point, earning tears that he didn’t even realize had begun to fall. “Love you. I love you s’much. ‘M yours, fuck, jus’ yours.” He couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. All of the feelings he tried to keep pent up were spilling from him like a broken dam. “Don’ care if I gotta share you… jus’ want you.”

“Love you too,” you moaned as you leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “S’close- gonna, ah.” Your body tensed, back arching against Levi’s chest, further pressing you closer to Jean. “Yours and Le’s. My-,” your heart squeezed tighter with every tear that fell from his chin to your chest until you felt like every ounce of your being was going to explode. “I can’t. S’too much.”

“Shh, it’s alright, just let go,” Levi grunted as his hips stuttered against his hand. “We’ve got you.” He pressed soothing kisses along the bites marks on your shoulder as you gushed around Jean’s cock. Your body trembled beneath his touch, their touch, “S’beautiful,” Levi breathed before coming undone. He forced his eyes to stay open, to watch the gorgeous scene in front of him as his cum paints your ass. ‘This’ll always be my favorite mess,’ he thinks to himself.

Jean wanted to ingrain this moment in his brain forever, Levi and all. The words he prayed to hear you say for so long had dripped from your lips like honey, and he was ready to eat it all up, savoring each sweet bite. “S-say it again,” he whined as he dragged his eyes up from the mess you created in his lap up to your face.

You squeezed Jean’s hand and looked down at him. He was always so pretty, but right now, with his hair matted to his forehead, tears streaming from his eyes, and the soft tint of pink that graced his cheeks- he was breathtaking. You’d do anything for him, anything to make this the only reason why he’d cry for you. “Love you, Jeanie,” you slur through your moans as he continued to chase his high, his cock twitching inside of you.

His strokes became sloppy and shallow as Levi held onto your hips, helping you bounce. Jean squeezed your hand, hoping you’d help keep him grounded as he came inside you with a loud, unapologetic moan. He nearly short circuits when you tighten around him, milking him dry, taking load after load like his good little angel. You were a sight to behold, held up by Levi’s strong hands as he guided you to a stop. And for a second, Jean could’ve sworn you really were an angel, a soft glow surrounding your fucked out form.

He held you there for what felt like forever as the bed shifted behind you. Maybe there really was no reason why it wasn’t him you shared this cabin with other than fear. Perhaps this would’ve been his life had he mustered the courage to tell you how he felt earlier. But that didn’t matter, now. As much as it hurt, his cowardice wasn’t the end; that’s why he’s here now, balls deep inside of you in your shared bed with Levi. He watched with adoration as you wiped away his tears.

“You still up, amore?” Levi’s soft voice broke Jean’s train of thought as the bed dipped under his weight once again. You hummed sleepily, fighting to keep your eyes open. “You made quite the fucking mess,” he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your temple. He wiped your back and ass with the warm washcloth, focused on helping you get clean without causing you any discomfort.

“But you were such a good girl,” Jean piped up with a raspy voice as he reluctantly lifted you off of his length before laying you down beside him.

“Always is,” Levie hummed in agreement. “Even if she’s a little crybaby.” A small playful smile toyed with his lips while he watched your reaction as he wiped your thighs.

“Am not,” you huffed, “Jeanie is.”

A bright blush spread across Jean’s cheeks as Levi’s silky chuckle filled the room. “You both are.”

“You are too, cap,” Jean tried to play off his embarrassment with faux cockiness. “Don’t think those tears went unnoticed.”

“He does it all the time,” you yawned with a soft smile, “he always thinks I don’t notice. But s’cute.”

“Better keep that pretty mouth quiet if you want me to lay next to you,” he warned with a challenging smirk that made you pout but keep quiet nonetheless. He kissed your temple once more before leaving towards the bathroom again.

You nuzzled into your pillow, eyes heavy with sleepiness that was getting harder and harder to fight off. That was until it was replaced by a surge of embarrassing panic as Jean let go of your hand and shifted towards the edge of the bed. “Stay,” you quietly pleaded as you grabbed his hand, “please.”

Jean stared at you for a moment, glancing up at Levi as he entered the room. His cold, black eyes were softer than usual, and for a moment, it was as if he was asking Jean the same thing as you were. “I was just… making room in the bed,” he replied with a hesitancy you chose to ignore. “Don’t worry,” he whispered under his breath as he laid beside you, “I’ll always stay for you.” With watched with a secret giddiness as your body seemed to naturally find his just like it had all those years ago whenever you’d ‘save’ him from the storms.

You rested your head against his shoulder as you played with his hand, tangling your legs with his. “Thank you both,” you said through your tiredness, pulling Levi closer with your free hand until you were once again sandwiched between them. A quiet ‘love ya’ll’ was the last thing you could muster before sleep crashed over you. Almost in sync, both Jean and Levi said their ‘love you too’s before an awkward silence engulfed the room.

Insecurities and thoughts of you raced through their minds, doubling with every passing minute until they could practically hear each other's screaming thoughts. It was as if you were the only thing holding all those thoughts back in the first place. You and your sweet smile made any issue seem miles away, not even worth a second of their time. But with you asleep, your quiet snores being the only source of comfort for them, those issues found themselves getting closer and closer. There was no more running. All that was left was to face the music- the question was just who would face it first.

“I,” Levi spoke in a hushed tone, breaking the silence, “no matter her choice tomorrow- or whenever, I’m staying by her side until she asks me to leave it.” His eyes were glued to your peaceful face as his mind raced through thoughts ten thousand miles per minute. The test had come and gone, and all that was left was to receive the results. You’d either choose him or choose Jean. Or maybe in some perfect world, you’d pick both- but even that would only stave off the inevitable for so long.

Whatever the outcome may be, it was your decision to make, and neither man would rush your answer. It’d come eventually, but they’d give you as long as you wanted because their choice was already made. It was a choice they’d both make without hesitation despite what may come to them. One made without thought. You and your happiness would always be their first choice. The only choice that both men could agree on was always going to be made without regret.

“Agreed.”

Tagging @imatrisk cause bby!! Love the support you've given! This might've sat around in my drafts for another month without you tbh 🤍🤍

[jaskierswolf]

My only love sprung from my only hate

Written for @thewitcherbog teef week event!

Ship: Lambden (werewolf!Lambert/ Trans Vampire!Aiden)

Summary: Two rivals turned lovers meet in dark corridors at a masquerade ball

CW: blood/blood drinking, biting, blowjobs, semi public sex, sex magic, vaginal fingering

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Lambert groaned, his head hitting the stone wall behind him as his fingers threaded through the long black curls of the vampire that was kneeling between his legs. Sharp talons cut into the tender flesh of his thigh, and before the blood could run onto the black fabric of his trousers, Aiden’s tongue flicked out and licked up the droplet, the wound closing under his touch. Aiden moaned, teeth sinking into the freshly healed skin, more venom pumping into Lambert’s veins and causing his body to burn. The heat of arousal was making his head spin, dizzy and hazy, the faint music of the ball fading away.

The centurial masquerade ball, to mark the renewal of the peace treaty between the werewolves and the vampires. The treaty didn’t allow relations between the two species, which led to Lambert and Aiden making out in hidden corridors, broom closets, secret passages. Still, it was better than forest floors and shitty taverns.

Anything was better than that, and Aiden looked completely sinful in his formal wear, a gorgeous red silk mask with black lace covering half his face. Lambert’s own mask resembled a wolf, most of his pack’s did, despite the fact the masks were meant to hide who were vampires and who were wolves.

Lambert thought it was a load of bollocks, the eyes always gave it away anyway.

Aiden’s sanguine eyes peered up at him through long lashes, Lambert’s blood smeared across his lips, fangs shining in the candlelight.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Lambert breathed as his boyfriend purred, nuzzling Lambert’s hard cock through his smallclothes.

“Hmm, you taste so good,” Aiden mewled, drunk off the blood he’d already drawn. “The elders don’t know shit.”

Before he could shoot back a retort, Aiden had sunk his fangs into Lambert’s other thigh, another swirling rush of pleasure racing through his body, as he bucked against the vampire with a choked moan, his poor cock desperate and aching. The vampire venom was addictive, the magic creating some of the most powerful orgasms that Lambert had ever experienced, mind blowing and electric, leaving him boneless like putty in his lover's arms. But it turned out werewolf blood had a similar effect on vampires. Neither of them could turn the other, so Lambert suspected it was a defence mechanism, leaving them both vulnerable and unable to attack.

It worked out for the best in Lambert’s opinion.

“Just fucking get on with it,” Lambert moaned, yanking at his boyfriend’s hair, guiding him closer to his dick.

“Patience, mutt,” Aiden purred, still licking the mess of blood from Lambert’s thighs, ignoring Lambert’s protesting groans.

His body was on fire, his heart racing in his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to watch Aiden’s talented mouth wrap around his cock, but the vampire seemed intent on torturing him, littering Lambert’s skin with bite marks rather than giving him what he wanted, and yet with every bite Lambert could feel the pleasure build, his skin tingling, a heat pooling at his core, and yet unable to cum. It wasn’t enough. It was never quite enough, not without a touch to his cock, or fingers brushing against his prostate, and the bastard knew it.

“Fuck,” he whined, feeling his skin prickle, an itch under the surface, the wolf trying to break free, howling to get out, to run wild under the moon, a familiar bat flying by his side. “Aiden, please.”

Aiden’s returning laughter was giddy and slurred in drunken merriment, but he finally took pity on Lambert, a long nail hooking under the the top of his smallclothes, slowly dragging them off until his cock was free, hard and leaking.

“Hmm, so pretty,” Aiden hummed, his tongue flicking out to lick the tip, making Lambert shiver under the touch.

Lambert let out a growl as Aiden’s fingers wrapped around the knot at the base of his cock, taking just the head into his mouth, licking the slit as he massaged the knot. It was almost too much, and Lambert’s hands tugged hard at the mess of raven black curls, animalistic snarls escaping his lips as he barely resisting fucking into Aiden’s mouth.

He’d made that mistake once before, not giving Aiden time to retract his fangs, and whilst the venom had turned the pain to pleasure in an instant, the shock had been enough to cut through the haze, his cock softening in his vampire's mouth.

Instead, a guttural growl tore from the throat, and he had to bite his own lip in a desperate attempt to keep control, his own teeth now sharp and wolf-like.

“A-Aiden,” he stammered, but the vampire just hummed around his cock, before taking it deeper into his mouth, unnaturally cold against his skin. “Ah, shit!”

The vampire was enjoying it far too much, moaning as if he were the one being eaten out or fucked against the wall. Every sound vibrated around Lambert’s cock, until it got too much and sparks flew across his vision. He bucked up, thrusting deep into Aiden’s mouth as he came, his knot pressing against the vampire’s lips, encased tightly in his hands. Cum escaped Aiden’s lips as he pulled away, spit and spend dribbling down his chin. His eyes were dark, hungry, and, faster than lightning, his lips crashed against Lambert's, their bodies suddenly flushed together.

Lambert could taste his cum on Aiden’s lips, the tang of his blood, but he still couldn’t get enough of Aiden, returning the kiss as best as he could, a mess of tongues, panting into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck me,” Aiden purred, fangs scraping along Lambert’s jaw.

Gods, it was a tempting proposition, but he wasn’t sure he could, too soon after spilling down Aiden’s throat. “I just came,” he whined.

In response, Aiden just bit down on the skin just below Lambert’s ear, another flood of the sweet sweet venom releasing into his veins, and his cock twitched under Aiden’s fingers. He let out a low growl, flipping them so that Aiden’s back was pressed against the wall, his hands eagerly pulling at the lace in the front of Aiden’s trousers, and when his fingers slipped into the wet folds, he couldn’t help but moan.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured against Aiden’s lips.

“And it’s all for you, darling, so hurry up and fuck me. They’ll come looking for us soon,” Aiden pouted, the effect ruined by the blood dripping from his fangs, but it didn’t matter.

Lambert didn’t need to be asked twice, and he crashed their lips together in a heated kiss.

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[idnek83]

Master List of Ramblings

✨A list of all my Danganronpa ramblings so far✨

*Added some Soul Friends stuff, still mostly Soudam

**This isn’t in any real order for the most part. Adding new stuff to the bottom of their respective lists though

SFW Stuff

Soudam

Sonia tricking Gundham into confessing to Soda

Ibuki giving Soda piercings

Beach vacation

Soda loves bad music, Gundham loves his husband

Soda is a third wheel and everyone is his wingman

Soda watching baby hamsters and one of them doesn’t make it (CW: animal death)

Dealing with Soda’s motion sickness

Gundham hiding animals in their house

Soda’s ringtone for Gundham

Gundham has cowboy energy

Soda and Gundham being terrible at seeking medical attention

Soda being insecure about his natural look

Soda fixing Gundham’s earring

Gundham helping Soda get his first pet

Gundham helping Soda adopt a dog that’s far away

Soda trying to get over his fear of cats at a cat cafe

Soudam wedding (very long btw)

Soda and Mahiru being friends

Short Soda

Pokemon AU

Soda not dyeing his roots

Tipsy soft soudam

Soda speech impediment

Fluffy headcanons

Them both being terrible at being sick

Soda sewing things for his friends

Soda plays with the dogs

Aquarium/Zoo first date

Halloween and Soda is a coward

Sharing eyeliner

Soudam being clingy

Soda finding a stray kitten in his garage

Soda and Akane workout buddies, Gundham’s jealous

Soda’s garage covered in pics of Gundham

Gundham learning how to braid

Soda leaving for a long internship

Soda telling Gundham about the chalk line thing

Sharing Pjs

Apartment hunting

Cuddling and playing with each other’s hair

Soda is the only one who is allowed to touch Gundham’s earring

Soda and Gundham sharing nail polish

Soda stealing Gundham’s shirts

Trans Soda thoughts- Part 1 (Trans Soda)

Soda thinks a fox sounds like Gundham

Soda’s “”good”” with yoyo’s

Gundham sets the stove on fire

Soda’s hair dye getting messed up

Soda overdressed for their first date

Soda loves space and the stars

Star gazing date

Gundham waking up after top surgery (Trans Gundham)

Soda and Gundham binder ~aesthetic~ fight (Trans Soda)(Trans Gundham)

Soda trying to sleep at Gundham’s but his snakes are shedding LOUDLY

Gundham’s morning voice

Strawberry picking “date”

Soda being jealous of Gundham’s motorcycle

Trans Soda thoughts – Part 2 (Trans Soda)

Soda makes trans jokes all the time but no one realises he’s trans (Trans Soda)

Naga Gundham

Helping each other take testosterone (Trans Soda)(Trans Gundham)

Sooped-up roomba

Soda is fidgeting, Gundham lets him play with his hand/rings

Just chilling on the couch

Soda being nervous about their first time (sfw)

Overworked Gundham

Asexual Soda thinking Gundham is proposition him

Soda and Gundham’s weird house and Halloween

Trans Soda and Mondo being bros

Trans Soda and Mondo fighting about binders

Thoughts on Soda and Gundham cuddling

Soda and Gundham don’t want kids but assume the other one does (followup)

Tender Drunk Soudam 1

Tender Drunk Soudam 2

Soda crushes a watermelon with his thighs (sfw but suggestive)

Disney Binge

Gundham comes out as trans and Soda gets him a gift (Trans Gundham)

Gundham dealing with Soda being clingy

Soda buys Gundham a ““Vampire”” Candle

Soda’s advanced gender

Dad Bouncer AU

Dad bouncer – Part 1

Dad bouncer – Part 2

Dad bouncer – Part 3

Gundham proposing

Soul Friends

Childhood friends to lovers au

 NSFW

Soudam

Spicy soudam headcanons

Soda builds a fuck machine (Trans soda)(afab language)

Soda BJ master

Semi-public sex

Making a sex tape for a long business trip

Soda with a clit piercing (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Soda realizing Gundham’s pets are watching them bang

Gundham + Soda + Hajime threesome thoughts

Breath play

Body worship (Trans Soda)(Trans Gundham)(afab language for Soda)

Soda is unhinged and building things with vibrator motors (not really nsfw but uuhh themes lol)

Gundham watches Soda get off to his voice

Soda finds Gundham’s earring and Gundham rewards him

Soda being attractive and not realizing it

Soda eating vanilla ice cream “innocently”

Soda sending Gundham “interesting” photos

Soda gets a hip tattoo

Car sex (Trans Gundham)

Soda thick thighs booty shorts

Going to a party and getting worked up from Soda sitting in Gundham’s lap in the car (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Gundham with a Jacob’s ladder piercing

Pool sex (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Soda doesn’t understand edible lingerie

Soda wears a collar and leash

Soda likes having his hair pulled

Gundham wearing lingerie

Matching tattoos

Soda wears a vibrator in public while Gundham controls it

Gundham breeding kink

More breeding kink

Soda loves vibrators (Trans Soda)

Soda giving Gundham a lap dance (Trans Soda)

Soda biting his lip cus he’s stupid

Sleepy morning sex (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Soda getting caught jacking off to Gundham (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Soda getting caught follow up (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Virgin Gundham and experienced Soda (Trans Soda)

Soudam Fear Kink (Remnants of Despair)

Soul Friends

Body Swap AU

(Some parts aren’t really nsfw but overall the AU is so its all here)

Body Swap - Part 1 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 2 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 3 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 4 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 5 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 6 (Trans Soda)

[myaekingheart]

The Hazards of Love

Part 4: The Confrontation

@naruto-fantasy-week Day 4: Japanese Folklore (The Crane Wife) [Kakashi Hatake x Rei Natsuki (OC)] Sometimes fate has a funny way of bringing people together. And sometimes Mother Nature has a funny way of ripping them apart. [Inspired by the Hazards of Love by The Decemberists] read on AO3  CW for mentions of character death. 

               Across the forest, a brooding figure stood lying in wait. She drummed her long fingernails against the stub of a tree trunk, freshly cut down by those in the village who did not respect her work. The village, a monument of industrial greed. Kaguya seethed.

               She watched from afar as Kakashi cradled his lover, the consequence of their sins blooming inside her womb. Their perceived privacy was only a ruse. There was no such thing as privacy in the woods. Not when Kaguya herself was the forest embodied. Every crack of a twig, every nesting bird, every trickle of the river, was as natural to her as the blood in a man’s veins or the caress of a woman’s hair. And now here he was, her chosen son, defying her by welcoming such a vicious intruder into her home, her body.

               Rei settled against Kakashi’s chest, thinking of everything he had told her of his life, his curse, and his mother. “Do you think I should meet her?” she asked abruptly.

               Kakashi paused, thought for a moment. “My mother?” he asked. Rei nodded. A nervous energy fell across Kakashi that he tried hard to mask, but to no avail.

               “I mean, I think it’s only right” Rei continued. “Don’t you think it’s a little weird that you and I are having a child together, and yet I haven’t even met your family?”

               “Well…” Kakashi began, deliberating. “Don’t forget she’s not really my mother” he finally replied. He would have much rather introduced Rei to his father’s grave, the tiny congregation of stones by the river where Kaguya claimed his body was found. That was his true family. With Kaguya, there was a certain level of caution required. Kakashi made great effort in concealing the true nature of their conflict from his pregnant lover, for better or for worse.

               Kaguya was not stupid. She knew full well what Kakashi was doing. His disrespect, his little white lies, only furthered her fury. She turned to a sigil of a sandhill crane kept within her living quarters and balled her hand into a fist. Had Kakashi not remembered? Had he forced himself to forget the village’s sins? The memory of his mother’s sacrifice burned at the back of her throat. And she, the forest itself, took such pity. Perhaps her debt was not worth the price.

               It had been twenty six years since Kaguya made the deal. It was Aijo who caused her inevitable downfall, whose own selfishness had rendered the forest queen as acting mother. Aijo, the otherwise docile and compliant crane. It was the men of that very village who had nearly killed her, an arrow to the wing keeping her grounded. Kaguya could still her hear pleading, the way she insisted that the man who healed her was not like the others. That when she appeared broken and bleeding on Sakumo’s doorstep, he was nothing but gentle and affirming. She was so annoyingly desperate, Kaguya had no other choice but to grant her wretched humanity.

               Sakumo was unaware that the woman at his front door was that injured crane, but he could feel the sense of familiarity in her presence. The charm of her smile, the tenderness of her touch. They wed almost immediately, and sooner still she fell pregnant. But raising a child was expensive and Sakumo had little money. The village was unforgiving to their situation, trapping them in the throes of its competitive finance. They had few options and so when Aijo offered to raise money by sewing fabulous silk clothes, Sakumo had no right to refuse. She only begged that he leave her alone completely as she worked, oftentimes locking the door behind her. Sakumo swallowed back his curiosity and concern.

               For a short while, they were successful. Aijo’s work became renowned within the village, and even outside of it, and she made quite a fine living because of it. As word of her work spread, however, the demand grew and the darkness of humanity began to emerge. Sakumo had grown wildly proud of his wife’s work but money made him blind. He encouraged her to work harder and faster, drunk on the possibility of comfortable living. His greed, however, left him unaware of his wife’s declining health. With each passing day, she grew thinner and weaker until a rigorous, premature labor eventually took her life. When she passed, all that was left behind was her screaming son and the corpse of a crane. They named their child Kakashi.

               When Kaguya heard of Aijo’s downfall, her heart shattered into a million sharp, dangerous fragments. She cursed herself for ever letting Aijo into the world of men, for ever giving humanity the benefit of the doubt. In her fury, she compelled Sakumo to enter the woods with the child. He did as she commanded, wandering through the forest guided by an inexplicable magnetism. As he went, the leaves rustled quiet cruelties, singing hypnotic hymns of self-hatred in hopes of diminishing his self-esteem. Come morning, his body was limp by the river. The baby screeched and squirmed, now property of the forest. It was the least Kaguya could do in reparation for Aijo’s death. She refused to let this child face the same violent fate. To see him so happy now, so intoxicated at the hands of that wayward girl made her sick. Something needed to be done and fast.

               Kakashi brushed the hair out of Rei’s face as she dozed off against his chest. In the distance, however, someone grew ever nearer. Mother.

               “I can hear you” Kakashi spoke into the ether. The figure paused behind him, a few feet back.

               Kaguya clenched her fists at her sides. “At least you can hear something” she snarled. “I was afraid my warnings had fallen on deaf ears, but it’s nice to know this is merely a case of selective hearing.”

               Kakashi gently slithered out from beneath Rei, resting her head on a downy patch of clover. He prayed he would not wake her. He looked to his mother as he knelt beside his beloved, repositioning her in the soft grass. “Is there a reason you’re here, or did you just come here to brood?” he asked.

               Kaguya squinted her pearly eyes at him, furious. “Don’t act so smug” she threatened. “I know what you’ve done, Kakashi.”

               “And what is that?” he asked. Now he was really testing her patience.

               With fists clenched, Kaguya floated nearer to loom over Rei. Kakashi instantly grew tense and protective. “It’s pitiful to think I wouldn’t notice” Kaguya said, motioning toward Rei’s belly. It took all of her strength not to gag at the sight. “I hoped I had taught you better than this.”

               “What crime have I committed by loving someone?” he said, glaring up at his mother. “She took care of me and in turn, I’m going to do the same for her. And this child.”

               “And what about what I’ve done for you?” Kaguya asked, her voice rising an octave in her anger. “Have you forgotten what these men did to your father?” she then asked. She refused to tell Kakashi the truth. Blaming Sakumo’s death on the villagers was far easier than explaining the tragedy of his mother, the Crane Wife. “Have you forgotten that you’re sleeping with the enemy?”

               “No” Kakashi insisted. “Because I know I have nothing to be afraid of. Rei is not like the others. She may have come from the village, but she’s not one of them.”

               “That’s what they all say” Kaguya seethed. “You’re committing suicide and you haven’t a single clue. She’s seduced you with this lie of hospitality and affection but is nothing more than a manipulative succubus!”

               “Mother” Kakashi snapped. He refused to stand here and listen to her slander his beloved. “I’m sorry you feel the way you do, but this changes nothing. I am committed to her.”

               Kakashi’s stubbornness left Kaguya swooning. She covered her face in her hands and sucked in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe you would do this to me” she cried. “After everything I have done for you, and this is how I am repaid?”

               It was clear to Kakashi that she was intentionally trying to make him feel guilty. It was not that he was ungrateful—of course he wasn’t. He owed so much to Kaguya, but now it was her turn to owe him. Kakashi deliberated for a moment before presenting his proposition. “Then give me just this one night” he requested.

               “Absolutely not” Kaguya immediately replied. “I will accept nothing less than her death.”

               “Her death?” Kakashi asked in mild disbelief.

               “It’s for the best” Kaguya replied flippantly.

               Furrowing his brows, Kakashi loomed over Rei with glorious purpose. “Then you’ll have to kill me, as well” he sneered. It was a loaded statement. He knew she could never bring herself to murder her precious son. Kaguya recoiled, offended. “But if you give me just this one night, I promise I’ll return to you in the morning” he added, his voice much softer now.

               Kaguya cocked a brow, considering his offer. “Do you swear?” she asked.

               Kakashi rested a hand upon Rei’s belly, never breaking eye contact with his mother. “On my life.”

               To swear so boldly, deep down Kaguya was somewhat impressed. Sighing, she gave a single, definitive nod. “Fine. I will allow it” she finally said. “Just one night, and nothing more. But know I am not happy about this.”

               Kakashi could hardly fight the smile on his face as he replied, “I wouldn’t expect you to be.” Truthfully, he was mildly skeptical of her allowance but at the same time, he did not want to tarnish the moment with doubt. If she was allowing him this night, then he would accept her gift without question.

               He watched her depart with a newfound sense of peace, settling in beside Rei as she began to stir. He brought her hand up to his lips to kiss her fingertips, press her palm against his cheek, feel the warmth of her touch. By the position of the stars overhead, he presumed they only had four more hours before sunrise. Four more hours before he would have to depart. He wanted to drink in every moment with her should seeing her again become difficult. All the while, he considered alternative plans. Once she woke up, he would need to outline the details of their escape. He intended to keep his promise to his mother but just because he would return to her at sunrise did not mean he was going to stay. No, he would give her a taste of his compliance but in the back of his mind, he was considering and calculating. Rei was the key with which he could unlock this cursed cage. She was his future, his hope. Together, they were on the cusp of something great and terrible: the beginning of the rest of their lives.

               But Kaguya was not stupid. She knew Kakashi had only given her hollow promises. He saw the way he loomed over Rei, that protective stance, and the overwhelming love in his eyes. She would give him just this one night but as she returned to her hollow, she was concocting a sinister plan of her own. Come morning, all hell shall break loose. Guaranteed.