#and I’m tired today and I’m just fucking over the leash

[sadisticyouko]

so often I feel like I put the more awful parts of my personality on a leash. like I’m always sweet, always cute, catering to the more visual aspects of my personality. but that’s not all who I fucking am. sometimes I get tired. and when the self control part of me gets too tired, I feel like all the awful fucked up parts of me are awakened.

[l1tw1ck]

William Afton on the list?! AND requests open??? Oh lawd… could we get something with ftm!William and his problematic young male employee who he uses as stress relief by letting him fuck him over his desk, or having him down under his desk eating him out 🤕🤒 I’m ill for that old man

William's Puppy

dom!bottom!ftm William x sub!top!amab Reader

🔪 Word Count: 1,427 🔪

AFAB Language Used | I uh... got a lil carried away .....

CW: Boss/Employee Relationship, Cunnilingus, Pet Play (Reader gets called puppy and wears collar + leash), Handjob, Begging, Cum Swallowing, Teasing, Desk Sex, Creampie

You're not the greatest employee ever, you’ve been fired multiple times because of your attitude. The only reason William hired you is because of your looks. When he gave you the job, he told you he wouldn't fire you but discipline you instead. You need a job so you agreed.

Your first lesson was when you talked back to a rude patron and got sent to his office. You looked at him with the assumption that you’ll get some sort of work related punishment like cleaning the floor or getting your pay docked.

“An attitude is one thing but cursing someone out? You’ll make the company look bad if I let you go back to work.”

You lower your head in shame. It's hard to keep up appearances when people are such assholes. It's not your fault customers are entitled.

“So, I’ll give you a different job.”

You perk up.

“You’ll be my assistant from now on. I expect you to be at my beck and call, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m a little tired from having to deal with your case, how about you help relieve some of my stress?” He unbuckles his belt and you immediately understand what's going on. He motions for you to come over and pulls off his pants then his underwear. You walk over to his side of the desk and crawl under when he instructs you to. You're not going to deny the opportunity to not only eat out your boss but also potentially fuck him too. You’d be an idiot if you did. You drag your tongue up his cunt before fully diving in. You've already fallen in love with his taste. “Just like that..” He grins. He throws his head back and murmurs praises to you, his voice getting more and more unsteady the longer you eat him out.

You're unbelievably hard but you don't even make an attempt to touch yourself. You have a feeling he wouldn't like that so you focus completely on his pleasure.

William lets out a particularly loud moan before grabbing the back of your head and desperately grinding against your face, stopping you from getting air. You don't have to worry about your oxygen for long though, thanks to William coming on your face.

William lets go of you and the both of you take a few moments to catch your breaths. He wipes your face with his hand, brushing away his hair and slick. You watch him pull his pants back up and return to a presentable state, realizing he's not going to let you fuck him today. He notices your boner and decides to take pity on you. He didn't plan on it initially but how could he leave such a cute puppy to deal with their boner alone? “Get up.” He orders. You get out from under his desk and stand up. “Sit.” He points to the chair you were previously sitting in.

You immediately take a seat. William walks over to you and sits on your lap. He leans into your ear. “You did so well, puppy.” He says, unzipping your fly and pulling out your cock. “You deserve a reward.” He spits on his hand and slowly begins to jerk you off.

You lean back, letting out low moans of pleasure. It feels amazing despite the slow pace.

William shifts in his place so that he's sitting on your thigh, rather than your lap. He starts grinding down on you and brings you into a sloppy kiss. He picks up the pace by a lot, roughly but pleasurably jerking you off. You feel like you're on cloud 9. Your combined body heat is making you lose your mind. You start to lose track of time, only acknowledging the pleasure you feel and the man on top of you.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with a smile. He can tell you’re close. “You wanna come, don't you?” He grips your cock, just tight enough to make you whimper. You nod your head rapidly.

“Then beg like a good boy.”

“Please let- let me come, sir~” You beg. He resumes his movements until you come, his hand manages to catch your cum before it can get anywhere else. He brings his cum covered hand to his face and licks up all of your cum. “Th- thank- thank you, sir-”

William gently grips your neck, rubbing his thumb on your skin. “Your neck seems empty…” He frowns without any real sadness behind it. You look at him like an excited pup, knowing exactly what he's trying to say. He smiles at your reaction. “I’ll make sure to fix this.” He kisses your cheek. “See you on Monday.”

William hands you a gift box. You open it with excitement and grin when you see a collar inside. Instead of a bell, there's a heart charm with “Property of William Afton” engraved on the back of it.

William takes out the collar and orders you to kneel, which you do without a second thought. He puts the collar on for you, making the situation feel more intimate than before. He turns around and grabs a leash, connecting it to your collar. “Watch me.” He orders. You stare at him intensely as he slowly removes his clothes, practically teasing you. His shoes and socks go first, then his tie, and then he slowly unbuttons his shirt. He takes it off completely and then throws it aside. His pretty looking nipples catch your eye and then you notice his happy trail, which leads to the breathtaking pussy you’ve been fantasizing about the entire weekend. It feels agonizingly slow as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his slacks. You start drooling in anticipation, making him chuckle. He pulls his pants off and then sits up on his desk, which he cleared earlier.

He spreads his legs and teasingly rubs himself through his light colored boxers, his slick steadily bleeding through the fabric. Your cock is practically weeping. Turned on by your expression, William decides to stop teasing you. At least with this method. He pulls his underwear off and beckons for you to come over. You stand up and stand in between his legs. He hooks his legs around your waist and forces you to get closer, so close that your clothed boner is against his bare cunt. He grabs your leash and brings you into a kiss. He rubs his pussy against your hard-on, drenching your pants in his slick. He's making this so hard for you. It takes a lot of strength to be able to hold back. You have to go against your instincts and let him take the lead.

He pulls away from the kiss and finally decides to grant you your wish. “Strip.” He commands. You excitedly remove all your clothes. William looks at your throbbing cock with pity.

“Can I put it in, sir?” You ask, completely unable to mask your excitement.

“Of course.”

Despite your eagerness, you gently hold his waist and slowly ease your way inside William’s soft walls. You bite down on your lip as you enter his wet heat, trying not to come before you can even bottom out. He notices this and chuckles. You're so cute to him. You don't realize until it's too late but you were gripping him too hard.

“Sorry-” You loosen your grip.

“Be as rough as you want. Who am I to stop you from following your instincts?” William smiles. He knew exactly how his words would impact you. You go back to roughly gripping his waist and shove your cock all the way inside, earning a sexy moan from the man beneath you. You immediately start rutting into him, fucking his tight heat with desperation and vigor. You let out a string of curses and praises, raving about how good he feels.

You lean into his neck, breathing heavily as you fuck him. He can hear you even more clearly now. He especially enjoys it when you whine. You take one of your hands away from his waist and bring it to his dick. He gasps and starts to moan even louder as you please his most sensitive area.

“Yes– keep going~” William moans.

Surprisingly, William is the first to reach his orgasm. Unsurprisingly, the feeling of him clenching around your cock causes you to come next. You slow down before stopping completely to catch your breath. You move away from his neck and look at him.

He pets you. “Good job, puppy.”

[cocoadropp]

pls pls pls write one where a waiter keeps flirting with y/n and she ignores his advances and eren gets so proud that he takes her home and rewards her for being a good girl AHHHH!!

ughhhhh 😩😩

Eren decided to take you to a nice dinner on a Saturday evening, your hair freshly done, nails freshly done, eyelashes freshly did just during the morning and the afternoon just for this day, just for this date. You loved looking good with your man because he also looked good as well, he got fair compliments as well as you and maybe you even more so, i mean who wouldn’t like a woman like you with a body like that?

Your black dress sat nicely, pushing your boobs together with your gold chain on, ysl heels clicking against the marble like floor while you waited for your waitress to come. “I like the restaurant layout, it’s nice.” You hum, lips pouting with your chin in hand. Then you look at your man, hair down, face clear and lips pink spreading into a gentle smile. He also worn his gold chain, wanted to be like you, but his has your name.

Something about the way your necklace has no trance of Eren’s name but his do made butterflies form in his stomach, like you had him on a leash. Your eyes looks down at his black button up shirt, ironed and clean. You bit your glossed lips but was interrupted by your waiter. “Hello, i’m Nathan and i will be you guys waiter for today. May i start with your drinks…ma’am?” Eren side eyes the waiter like you guys weren’t here together so he should have suggested the drinks together.

He brushed it off as thinking it was some type of mannerism. “Mhm yes, i’d like a blueberry pomegranate lemonade. Whatd’ you want baby?” You smile and eren takes notice you also notice the mans attention towards you. “I’d like water, for now.” He hums, and the waiter stays there for a second, looking at you and then moves away. You go back simply looking through the menu humming along to the piano music in the back.

It wasn’t long before the man came back, with only one drink. And you would of known, it was only yours. “Hm, wheres the water?” You asked as you sat up, the man blushes and fidget on his toes. “Oh silly me, I must’ve forgotten, distracted by a beauty.” you frown and roll your eyes, “yes my boyfriend really is a beauty.” You laugh slightly and the man stands still giving eren a glance as he sits there smiling at the man. “O-oh im not gay i was t-talking about-,” you scoff and told him to go the water.

“It’s so hard being a sexy woman eren, im tired already.” You fake yawn. Eren bites his lip and nods a little. You almost thought eren was upset, thinking if you said anything that may have made the waiter think you were head over hills, but that was before you got home, before you even stepped foot through the door.

You were slammed against the wall behind the front door, wet lips kissing against your coco butter smelling neck. “O-oh gosh.” You breath, barely even understanding what just happened. “My pretty baby, so loyal and so fucking sexy.” He groans in your neck. Grabbing on your thick thighs and spreading them, your heels click against the floor when you almost stumble over. “H-ha t-thank you,” you moan when his hand goes and cups around your fat lips through your red laced panties.

“Had me hard in the restaurant baby, just f-for fuckin breathing.” He rubs two fingers on your swollen clit that throbbed, “wanna please you so good right now, for being such a good girl yea? you so pretty baby, tell me what you want. I swear to you i’ll do it.”

Thats what has you face down and ass in the air on the edge of the bed while Eren stands, fucking your sloppy pussy while both of your hands spread your ass cheeks, seeing your wetness all over his dick, he moves his dick out slowly only to thrust back in harshly, shoving every inch up in you just to hear you gasp and grip on your own ass. One of his hands move up your back and grip the back of your neck and his thrust turns faster, now hitting you all up in your spot that has your toes curling.

“R-right there daddy.” Your moans turn quiet, now only your mouth open and drool on your pillow. “Right there baby? It feels good right there?” He says it so sweetly and nice as he kept his pace up, spitting on your tight hole that never been touched and he circles his thumb right there, your pussy clenches around him and his moans, moving his hand from your neck just to smack your ass. He shoves the tip of his thumb in your hole and you moan loudly,

Moving back and forth on his thick dick, creaming on it, “D-daddy! m’cumming, pl-please ugh fuck.” Your crying now, you move one of your hands from your ass cheek to your clit and start rubbing furious circles on it, you felt your stomach feeling funny before the wetness begin to seek out of it through your finger tips. You sniffled and cried. “Yea mama, just like that. Such a good girl for me hm? Deserve the world pretty. mhm deserve it all.”

“I’m almost finished with you baby. 2 more.”

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 28

Moniker: N/A Risk Level: High as you may emerge with fewer brain cells. Brief: B-movie marathon Safeword: Refer to first brief.

If Soap gets frisky I can fuck it out of him luv, today is about you getting to lounge about and do nothing but eat, drink and relax - Gaz

Wanna cuddle and watch shite movies? - Soap

Not optional I’m afraid sweetheart. Ale reckons you’re sub-dropping, let the boys handle it for you - Price

Soap looked ruined and you suddenly felt the horror that came with knowing exactly what you must look like all clean and bundled up after having your brains fucked out. It was so obvious he was exhausted and so obvious what had exhausted him. Christ, it must be so apparent to anyone in here that you were getting ruined on the daily if you looked like that after.

The room was basically set up like you were having a childhood sleepover. Huge mattress on the floor piled high with plush blankets and pillows with a big TV and veritable mountain of snacks and drinks set up in little baskets on the floor. You raised an eyebrow at Gaz who was fondly petting at Soap’s mohawk.

“Ghost thought it’d be better if he was too tired out to try humping you” he said with a conspiratorial grin.

“Wait it’s possible to tire him out?”

“Aye very funny. Cuddle!” Soap demanded like a spoiled brat, holding his arms out and making grabby hands.

Ridiculous, this was ridiculous. You were getting paid to what? Cuddle Soap after Ghost had fucked the stuffing out of him? It was the 28th. The contract defined a month as 30. Shouldn’t they be looking to use your body for their pleasure as much as possible with so little time left?

“Hey hey, no, c'mere bonnie, come cuddle” Soap said, crawling over to the edge of the little almost nest to grab your hands and rub his thumbs gently over your knuckles.

You appreciated that neither him nor Gaz pointed out that your eyes were bubbling up with tears because you didn’t want to talk about it. What was there to say? You were an idiot who was falling in love with a bunch of the most dangerous people on the planet? You were starting to think you were no less a dog to be leashed than any of them were?

Instead of saying any of that you just collapsed into Soap’s arms and enjoyed being held by him and Gaz who had wrapped around the two of you in a tangle. The hazy fog of deep sadness that had settled over you slowly started to clear bit by bit as they took care of you.

The b-horror marathon was excellent if you were honest, Gaz kept heckling the characters and threw popcorn at the screen whenever one of the characters did something stupid.

You didn’t disagree and had your own little rants whenever the slut archetype died first. Poor Soap tried to have the discussion of sluts and violence infuse some horniness into him, but whatever Ghost had done had well and truly put him out of commission. He whined terribly when humping a pillow didn’t do anything at all for him, lamenting that his cock was broken.

When Gaz tried to tease him he just pointed out that Gaz was one of the Kennel's dogs for the next week and you found out that he was detained temporarily because of the day he had destroyed your poor ass. You protested but Gaz himself settled you, saying it was fair that they would think he seemed a little off kilter (you felt a little guilty knowing you hadn't reported Soap because he definitely should have been detained if Gaz was). Plus, he was planning on sticking around the place with you here anyway.

It was so silly and yet you couldn’t help but feel that it was real. That this was just a lazy night in with loved ones who were just as happy to be there as you were. That they enjoyed your company even when they weren’t fucking you.

“We should do a Christmas movie marathon” Gaz said as he scrolled through to find your next awful movie.

“Aye but only the pure awful ones.”

You blinked and took a second to catch up.

“I won’t be here at Christmas?” you said, meaning it as a statement but having it come out as a question.

The two of them shared a look that set the hairs on the back of your neck to standing and then just crushed you between them to watch the next movie. Maybe you should have wrestled your way out from between them and demanded to know exactly what that look had meant, but it was warm and cosy and you liked the feeling of safety that came from being wrapped up in them so you just snuggled in and ignored the alarm bells in your head.

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

A Valentine’s to Remember: Dante x Male Reader

Better late than never...

MINORS DNI

SERIOUSLY

SHOO

Summary: Spending Valentine's Day with the youngest son of Sparda. He wants to make sure this year is one to remember.

BEGINNING NOTES: I hope you all enjoy this one. It's now my longest chapter at whopping 8410-ish words. 💝💌💝 💟Just some fluffy stupid Dante things… and smut, of course, lmao. Also, pardon the semi-cringe writing, I don’t really know what people do for this holiday. Also… this is my first time really leaning into the Male reader aspect of things; in Nero’s story, those aspects were just kinda there… This one is pretty heavy-handed; so please bear with me. 💟I also skipped the actual eating part of the date because I am bad at writing that stuff… but I tried to keep the rest semi-realistic?? You’ll see what I mean lmaooo 💟While writing this I realized Nero could've been Valentine’s baby… and that I accidentally H/C-ed DMC 3 to take place during February/March 💟Please check Dante’s H/Cs for what outfit he has; I don’t actually reference it per se but it gives you an idea as to what I was using to write with. I will also explicitly say when he uses his DT; I tend to use the phrase “red devil” to replace his name and I don’t want any confusion. 💟I also figured out why I think Dante uses names that are kinda “southern”--his fucking DMC 4 outfit is semi-country themed lmao. 💌💝💌 💟Fluff & Smut 💟Bottom Male reader x Top Dante: Pre-established relationship. 💟The reader is kinda horny ngl 💟Minor mentions of homophobia. 💟Semi-aggressive Dante; encouraged by the reader--kinda bratty reader. 💟Use of biting/hickeys. 💟Use of a leash/collar; that’s it though--no actual pet play. 💟Minor choking; via collar and leash tugging. 💟Dante giving you a rim job for the first time. 💟Possessive kink. 💟Devil Trigger sex.

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     A cold chill ran up your spine as you groggily opened your eyes. You slowly groped around on the bed for your personal heater--and boyfriend--Dante. However, his side of the bed was empty and, from how cold the mattress was, he had been gone for some time. A pout and slightly furrowed brow decorated your face as you grumbled. It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up and Dante to be gone (typically on a job); however, he told you that he was going to have today off. It seems that something must have come up. 

     You glanced over at the alarm clock ‘11:03’, “Damn it’s early…” you thought to yourself as you rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. However, you were now wide awake and still cold. 

     With a groan, you got out of bed. The wooden flooring was frigid against your bare feet as you made your way to the door. But, before you could open the door, it swung open--hitting you square in the forehead.

     “Shit!” Dante stared wide-eyed at you, “I didn’t know you were-- you okay?”

     You shook your head attempting to ignore the quickly growing headache, “I’m fine,” you looked up at the red devil, “Thought you had left for the day; why you up so early?”

     Your lover smiled goofily, “You know what today is?”

     “Tuesday?” you were still groggy as you gave Dante a perplexed look. 

     “Mhm…” Dante was staring at you; implying there is more.

     With a slow blink, you rummaged through your still-tired thoughts; what were you missing?

     Your lover began to pout, “You really don’t know?”

     With a shake of your head, you scratched your jaw, “I got nothin’.”

     “It’s Valentine’s Day!” Dante grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug.

     You lightly wrapped your arms around your lover, “Mmm, that’s why you’re up at the ass-crack of dawn?”

     “What can I say,” Dante rubbed his cheek against the top of your head, “I wanted today to be perfect for my special guy.”

     A loving smile spread across your face as you heard Dante begin to quietly purr, “You didn’t have to do anything for me… Although it is really sweet of you.”

     Dante stood back with his hands on your shoulders, “Of course, I had to! Gives me a reason to take you out on the town and show you off,” he winked with a wide grin.

     You snorted a tired laugh, “That’s cute, Dante,” you moved one of your hands to cup his cheek and stared into his eyes, “How did I get so lucky, hm? My cute lil’ devil~” Dante’s eyes closed as he leaned into your touch; his purring getting noticeably louder. 

     The red devil opened his eyes and gently leaned in to kiss your forehead. He opened his mouth as if he were going to speak before the ringing of the shop's phone stopped him, “Damn it- I have to get that, meet me downstairs?” 

     “Sure,” you smiled at him as he left the doorway. With that, you continued to your original destination; the bathroom. 

     After you finished your typical morning routine, you sauntered down the stairs of the DMC. Dante was sitting at his desk and was still on the phone. 

     “Yes but-- You see-- We--” Dante noticed your presence and shook his head, “I have to go. I’ll call back tomorrow during operating hours, thanks for choosing Devil May Cry!” he hung up the phone before the caller could respond. Dante let out an exaggerated groan and leaned back in his chair.

     You laughed and sat on the edge of his desk, “Thought we were closed today?”

     “That’s what I told ‘em, but of course, people never fuckin’ listen.”

     With a small laugh, you got up. After you moved behind the desk, you yanked out the cord from the phone, “Taking a note from your book.”

     Dante smiled and grabbed your wrists to pull you onto his lap, “Well, I’m glad I taught you somethin’.”

     “Well,” you set your head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “There’re other things you’ve taught me too…” you felt Dante shiver as you gently bit his earlobe.

     “Mmm, aren’t you fired up,” he ran his hands down your sides, settling on your hips, “but I’ve got other things in mind first,” Dante’s teeth gently grazed your neck as he gently kissed your soft skin, “you'll have to wait till later.”

     You clicked your tongue in slight disappointment, "You have a brain aneurysm or something? Since when do you not want sex?"

     “Come on,” he gently rubbed his thumbs against your legs, “I promise it’ll be worth the wait~” 

     You pulled back to look at his face and saw him smirking slightly, “Ooo now I’m curious as to what my devil’s got planned,” your fingers slowly groped up his arms and to his shoulders where you let them rest.

     He laughed and smiled widely, “I made sure that this will be the best Valentine’s you ever had.”

     “I quite enjoyed last year,” you unconsciously bit your lip as you remembered last year. How Dante’s rut lined up with the holiday and left you unable to walk for several days.

     “Heh, well you’ve still got to look forward to that in the coming months-” he placed one of his hands on your chest, “Today we are focusing on this.”

     “My tits? You gonna like motorboat me or some shit?”

     “What-- No, I--”

     You snorted, “I’m fucking with you, Dante,” you placed your hand on top of his, “It’s weird seeing you act so romantic .”

     “Oh just you wait,” Dante’s eyes closed as he gave a toothy grin, “It’ll be a night to remember.”

     Seeing how sincere he was brought a warm fluttery feeling to your heart, “Well, what’s the plan then?”

     “What time is it?”

     “Well,” a small laugh left your lips as you looked at the clock up on the wall behind Dante, “It’s still 9:04 AM, the same time it’s been for a few weeks now.”

     The younger twin sighed, “I keep forgetting to fix that…”

     “When I got up,” you ran your fingers through Dante’s hair, “It was like eleven, so probably like eleven-thirty by now..?”

     “Mmn,” Dante leaned his head onto your chest, wanting you to continue petting him, “Well I have to stop by Vergil and Nero… So we’d be leaving around four?”

     “Want me to come with you?” you added your other hand to his hair.

     Dante began to purr slightly, “Nah, I’m just dropping off some job stuff.”

     The two of you sat together for a few minutes. While you were gently running your fingers through his locks, he pulled you as close as he could. His hands firmly rested on your lower back and his face was nuzzling into your chest; enjoying the affection. 

     However, this was short-lived as Dante’s cell phone began to ring. The red devil grumbled and released his hold on you, allowing you to stand up. With a huff, he grabbed the device off his desk; answering it. 

     You wandered over to the fridge and grabbed a drink.

     As you sat on the edge of his desk once more, you saw that Dante was already off the phone, “That was quick,” you raised a brow, “Nero? Or Vergil?”

     Dante stood up, “The kid, asked when I was coming; ‘pparently he’s got plans for today.”

     A smile found its way to your face, “Ooo how cute-- wait,” you cocked your head to the side, “since when does Nero have a partner?”

     The red devil laughed, “Nero doesn’t have one,” he sighed softly, “he’s spending the day with his old man; since neither of them has company.”

     “Really--” you shook your head in disbelief, “That’s actually kinda cute.”

     “It was part of the reason I was dropping this shit off, rather than just letting them see it tomorrow,” he looked over at the photo of Eva on his desk, “figure I should at least see them; especially Verge.”

     “Aw,” you couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “Now that's adorable,” it was then that you noticed Dante looking over at his mother’s photo, “your parents would be happy to see you three getting along.”

     Dante nodded and spoke softly, “Yeah,” he moved his eyes to you and returned to his usual boisterous tone, “I should probably get going; you okay with sittin’ tight for a bit?” he slid on his coat that had been tossed over the back of his chair. Then moved to stand in front of you and held your hands in his.

     “Sure, gives me time to get all prettied up for you,” you winked with a sly grin.

     “I think you look good just like that, darlin’,” he leaned in and kissed your forehead, and placed his head atop yours.

     You pursed your lips and stifled a laugh, “I am not going out in my sleepwear…” you looked down at your shirt. It was an old ratty black t-shirt that you had “borrowed” from your devilish lover… not to mention that you were without pants, as well.

     He leaned back just enough to see your face, “Why not? You look good like this.”

     “Dante,” you shook your head, “If we are going out, pretty sure I need pants.”

     The younger twin just stared into your eyes, fighting an obviously perverse comment. 

     “Cat got your tongue?” you teased, egging him on.

     A small huff left Dante’s nose, “You really are gorgeous, you know that?” his voice was sweet but had an impure feeling laced behind it. 

     “You’re not too bad yourself,” you leaned in brushing your lips against his, “my handsome legendary hunter.”

     Dante smiled as he intertwined himself with your lips. These kisses were slow and sweet. Dante let out a breathy laugh upon feeling you pull him in by his coat, deepening the kiss. His hands held the sides of your hips and he gave you small kitten licks upon your lips; asking for you to open your mouth. 

     A part of you wanted to play hard-to-get and not let him in; however, before you could even decide, Dante had pushed his tongue within the confines of your mouth. While he might not be the most experienced kisser out there, Dante sure as hell knew how to use his split tongue to his advantage. 

     The red devil explored every inch of your cavern. A quiet groan left your lips as he played with your tongue. You were running out of breath, so you tried to leave the kiss but Dante had other plans. He pushed his lips against yours harder, letting out a small rumbling moan. 

     His fingertips began to dig into your hip's soft flesh, surely bound to leave loving bruises. You were beginning to feel light-headed as you gently pushed against his chest, trying to separate from the kiss. Dante allowed you to leave the kiss and moved to kiss your jawline. You took in a loud large breath. 

     Dante’s kisses began to wander down your neck and to your shoulder. All the while, he began to lean you backwards onto the desk. He began to nibble against your skin, not quite hard enough to leave marks but enough that you could feel it. You wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your hands along his back, kneading as hard as you could against his strong back. 

     “Ngh, Dante~” you squirmed under his weight.

     The red devil stopped his small bites and moved back to your lips, continuing his slow sloppy kisses from earlier. Once satisfied with how aroused he got you, he leaned back up and gave you a sly devilish grin.

     He slowly eyed you up and down before speaking, “We’ll have to save the rest for later,” he winked.

     With a pout, you removed your legs from his body, “You fucker…”

     “Mm not right now,” he helped you sit upright, “I will be later though.”

     You rolled your eyes, “You really are mean, you know that?”

     Dante’s grin turned wider as he patted the top of your head, “You're the one who decided to date a devil--not the smartest choice."

     "Oh trust me, the perks outweigh the cons," you sighed and reached forward to fix his coat, “You best hurry along-- Don’t need Nero killing you on Valentine’s.”

     “I’ll be back soon, okay?” he leaned forward and kissed you on the top of the head, “Then it’s date time.”

     You couldn’t help but smile at his beaming face, “I can’t wait.”

     With that, Dante turned to leave; grabbing his phone from the desk and waltzing out the front door.

     4 o'clock quickly came and went; it was now approaching 6 pm and you were starting to get concerned. It was quite common for Dante to get carried away with talking and just overall enjoying spending time with others, but you figured that he would’ve been back by now. Dante spending time with his family (especially Vergil) without fighting is a rarity, so you did your best to leave him be--only texting him a few times to figure out what was going on and if he was okay. A part of you wanted to call him but you figured that would be too much. 

     You’d been waiting on the couch for nearly an hour. A loud exasperated sigh left your lips as you leaned forward. You had showered and gotten all dressed up for your date and were getting uncomfortable in your "fancy" clothes. Not having anything better to do, you decided to see if the jukebox was going to work today. You selected a track, “Devils Never Cry” (one of Dante’s favorites), and were pleasantly surprised when it worked.

     With that, you then grabbed some darts from the desk and began to half-ass through them at the board. You were bored enough that you challenged yourself to a game of 501; keeping track of two amounts at once. 

     “Fucking-- Where are you, Dante?!” you growled as you yanked the darts from the board, finishing your third game, “That’s it,” you pulled out your phone and called him.

     No answer.

     You tried again.

     Still nothing.

     With an irritated click of your tongue, you decided to shoot Nero a text; asking if he can send Dante back. 

     Surprisingly, Nero responded pretty quickly saying, “Dante left like an hour ago? He’s not back?”

     You went pale and nearly dropped your phone at the sound of your ringtone. It was Nero.

     The moment you answered, Nero spoke, “Hey, Dante’s still not back?”

     “I haven’t seen him since he left earlier,” you felt a sinking fearful feeling settle in your gut, “I’m kinda starting to worry.”

     Before Nero responded, someone else (presumably Vergil) yelled something at Nero that you couldn’t make out. Then the teal devil returned to your call, “Vergil said that Dante was stopping somewhere on the way back; whatever that means…” 

     With a heavy sigh, you mumbled, “Alright- I guess I’ll give him a bit longer. Thanks, Nero.”

     You went to hang up but heard him yell, “Hey wait--”

     “Hm?” you put the phone back to your ear.

     ��Let me know if like, he’s not home soon-- Vergil and I can go find him.”

     A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, “Sure, can do.”

     “Well… Take care and uh… Happy Valentine’s…” 

     “Mhm, you too Nero,” you both hung up.

     Another fifteen minutes passed and you were slowly nodding off on Dante’s desk; leaning forward in his chair and your face on the tabletop.

     You had thought about what Vergil could’ve meant, “Dante probably stopped by Lady and Trish,” you sighed through your nose. 

     Despite knowing how stupid it was, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous about the three’s friendship. When you first joined the DMC, you thought they were in a poly-relationship with each other; only to find out that they were just work partners. 

     A quiet distant bitter thought pricked at the edges of your mind, “Maybe he decided to spend the holiday with them instead…” your brow furrowed at the thought, “He seemed so excited this morning…”

     Another sigh left your nose as you tried to focus on the now jukebox’s music to drown out those toxic thoughts. That’s when you heard the front door open.

     “Hey sunshine, I’m back!” a loud happy voice called. 

     However, you didn’t look up and just stayed with your head down on the desk, grumbling in response, “Welcome back.”

     You could hear Dante’s pout as he walked over to the desk, “I know, I know… I didn’t mean to be gone that long, I’m sorry,” he placed a hand lightly on your head.

     “Where have you been,” you picked up your head to look at him, “I was getting worried…”

     He avoided your gaze, “Well… I stopped at Vergil and Nero’s and chatted for a while. I would’ve been home sooner, but,” he sighed and had a dejected look on his face, “I called to double-check some reservations that I swear to God that I made; like I even called Vergil cause I know that I told him and the fucking place said that I didn't and I--”

     You grabbed his hand, “Hey, Hey-- Dante, slow down.”

     “Shit, sorry,” he took a deep breath and let out an even louder sigh than before, “I made reservations for us to go to one of those fancy restaurants where you get to watch like a musical or some shit while you eat and… and when I called to double-check the time, they said they have no record of my reservation. So I went there and tried to talk to someone in person and they said without a receipt we can't help you… then I asked if there were any open seats at any time and they said no and I just…” his voice trailed off.

     “Oh…” you didn’t know how to respond. Dante was a lot angrier about this than he was letting on; signified by his hand being so hot that you had to let go of it. 

     “I’m sorry, babe,” his eyes were filled with a pang of deep sadness as he looked at you with a frown.

     “Hey,” you stood up and walked over to the front of the desk, standing in front of him, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” you gently hugged him, “It’s the thought that counts and besides,” you felt him wrap his arms around you and purr slightly, “I’ve still got the best Valentine I could ask for.” 

     Dante took a slow breath and leaned further into the hug, speaking in a hushed whisper, “I wanted this year to be special…”

     “We can still go out,” you smiled, “Isn’t that pizza parlor that knows you by name open today? We could go there.”

     A small huff of a laugh left Dante’s lips as he began to unconsciously knead his hands against your shoulder blades, “You sure you’d be okay with that? It’s not exactly fine dining .”

     You stood back a bit so you could look at him, “I’m sure, plus,” your smile widened, “We don't have to mingle with those rich assholes.”

     Dante laughed and looked down at you, “Good point… shall we then?”

     “Of course, lead the way, legendary devil hunter,” you winked at him as he shook his head.

     You quickly sent Nero a text that said Dante returned safe and sound. Then turned off the lights and grabbed your coat. With a laugh and wide smiles, the two of you headed out. 

     Both of you waved goodbye at the parlor workers as they yelled their goodbyes. Once out the door, Dante grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. The two of you decided to take a small detour on the way home and walk through the park. As the two of you began to move down the sidewalk, you thought about how Dante is the only person that the parlor called by name.

     You laughed, “I still can’t believe they know you by name, it surprises me every time.”

     “Been ordering there since it opened,” Dante awkwardly smiled, “I know that I had a pretty lengthy tab open there at one point.”

     You did a double-take, “Since when do restaurants do that?”

     “Well,” Dante sighed and shook his head, “I was a regular before the whole Vergil thing when we were younger, so when I came back all sorts of uh… messed up; Pop’s let me open a tab.”

     You looked over at Dante, “Oh-- I- I’m sorry, I didn’t--”

     “Don’t worry about it,” he looked over to you, "Vergil and I talked about… things today… As horrible as all of it was… at least we got Nero out of it; so there's a thin silver lining to it."

     "Oh?" you thought for a moment, "I can't imagine you two talking things through," you smiled at the thought, "It really is the best Valentine’s ever."

     "Yeah, it was pretty funny though," Dante laughed to himself, "I made fun of Vergil for making Nero on Valentine’s, which Verge didn't care about but Nero? Fuck- the kid damn near killed me."

     Your voice was laced with heavy sarcasm as you snorted a laugh, "I wonder why."

     The two of you continued towards the park in comfortable silence. As you did, you found yourself wandering in your thoughts. 

     It wasn't often that the two of you went out on a date; demons never sleep which means the hunt is never truly over. When you do get a brief moment of slice and get to go out, you always become hyper-aware of how Dante was leagues above you.

     You always notice how the majority of people check Dante out--some have even asked him out with you right next to him. Dante obviously declined their advances every time by showing you some hardcore PDA. A smile tugged at your lips at the thought; of how Dante is yours and you are his. 

     The two of you entered the park. It was a small nature walk-type place, that doubled as a bird reserve.

     "You know, if I remember correctly" Dante’s eyes creased as he smiled, "our first date was here in the park."

     Your face mimicked his with a large smile, "It was… I'm also pretty sure that we got attacked by some stray demons during that date, too."

     "Ye-p!" Dante laughed and stopped turning to you, "Still the best date of my life."

     Playfully, you hit his chest, "I got tossed around like a sack of potatoes and broke my fuckin arm."

     He moved his hands to the small of your back, "Gave me an excuse to spend more time with you."

     You rolled your eyes and laughed. Your hands found their way to his chest and grabbed his coat gently, "You mean 'mother hen' me for a week?"

     "I did not…"

     "Dante, you tried to join me in the bathroom because you were scared I'd hurt myself…"

     The red devil pouted slightly, "You could've!" he pulled you into a hug.

     "It'll be a cold day in Hell when I need help in the bathroom from being injured," you sighed contently, "besides that part, it was pretty nice… Plus, with me being injured we were alone. Just you and me with the whole shop to ourselves for nearly a week…"

     "Yeah…" Dante began to purr softly, "We have it to ourselves again--for tonight at least."

     You raised a brow, "Vergil staying with Nero?"

     Dante nodded, "Mhm, I asked him to…"

     "You didn't have to," you looked up at him, "but at least now we don't have a curfew…"

     Dante laughed, "Well--" he stopped. You felt his body stiffen and look around. 

     "Dante?" you let go of the hug, thinking that you'd jinxed yourself about being attacked.

     However, all you saw were a few other couples and some birds. It seemed like Dante was staring at one of the couples in particular. Confused, you went to ask him what was up when you heard his throat bubble up a small snarl. 

     "Hey," you grabbed his arm, "everything okay?"

     Dante looked down at you and then back at the couple, "Fucking assholes…"

     “What?” your brow furrowed harshly, “You know them?”

     His lip twitched as he spoke, his gaze not leaving the pair, “No.”

     “Okay-y..?” your grip tightened on his arm, “Then what is it?”

     Dante turned to you, “Kiss me.”

     “... What?”

     “You heard me, kiss me. ”

     Although you were confused, you shrugged and leaned into Dante. Your lover grabbed you with both his hands and pulled you as close as he could. The kiss was as aggressive as it was passionate. The red devil’s lips were burning--damn near literally--and the growling had only intensified. 

     You raised your brow in surprise and made a small gasp as Dante began to lean you back. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Only once you were dizzy from lack of air, did Dante break off the kiss. 

     However, he kept you leaning back and had his forehead against yours. His turquoise eyes stared into yours as you noticed one of his ears twitch from the corner of your eye. 

     Whispering, you spoke, “You hear something?”

     With a volume matching yours, Dante nuzzled his nose against yours, “Yeah, don’t worry about it; I made my point…”

     That’s when you looked over to the pair that Dante had been glaring at before; they were leaving. Dante leaned you back up and pulled you into a tight embrace. 

     “What did they say?” you heard his growling begin to turn into purring.

     “Just some fucking stupid shit,” he shook his head and grumbled quietly, “Why does it matter who’s in my bed, huh?”

     “Ah…” you sighed. Although it was always deserved, Dante had gotten into fights with people over them saying homophobic things about the two of you, thankfully tonight he opted for love rather than violence. You turned to look up at him, resting the underside of your chin on his chest, “You know, I wouldn’t mind being in your bed right about now~” you gave him a wink and you felt his chest vibrate as he laughed quietly.

     He looked down at you from the bottom of his eyes, “Good thing the shop’s empty,” Dante let go of the hug and, before you could react, swept you up off your feet; holding you from under the thighs. His voice was barely audible as he leaned into your ear, “cause I’m gonna have you screaming by the end of tonight.”

     Your face turned bright red and with a shaky voice, you whispered back, “Mhm, sure you are; good luck with that, Dante.”

     Dante chuckled darkly at your response, “I won't stop till you do, darlin’. ”

     A shiver ran up your spine, which he noticed and smirked at you. Dante carried you the rest of the way to the shop--totally not speed-walking and excited to get home. 

     Once in the door, all restraint was gone. Dante slammed your back against the wall right inside the doorway and began to make out with you; doing his best to lock the door in the process. Your hands made quick work of his coat, tossing it to the floor, and began to tug at his shirt. He smirked at your eagerness and moved to allow you to take off his fabric confines. 

     A small groan left his lips as you groped at his arms and chest. He moved you two to the desk, placing your back against the wood. Despite your willingness to remove your clothing, Dante decided to rip off your shirt; shredding it to ribbons. Before you could tell him off for ruining another one of your shirts, he moved to bite down on your chest, “Fuck~!” you bit your lip attempting to stifle your moan.

     You arched your back as he bit down harder and harshly grabbed generous handfuls of your ass. Once he was satisfied with the first bite, he moved to bite the other side--biting down even harder. 

     Not expecting him to pierce your flesh, you jerked your hips and pursed your lips to hold back another moan. 

     He released his teeth’s grip on your skin and gently placed kitten licks against the bleeding loving mark. Then he moved to kiss up your neck and whispered in a low husky voice, “You really are gonna play that game, hm?” he tugged your earlobe a bit. 

     “Mhm,” you heard him make a faint growling grumble at your response.

     “Fine, have it your way…” Dante picked you up and took you up to the bedroom. 

     Standing a few feet away, he tossed you on the bed; making you bounce. Dante slid off his boots and yanked your shoes off before pinning you underneath him again, “Sure you wanna play this game, darlin’?” his eyes were emanating a low fiery orange and his pupils were already slits. 

     “You want me to scream, Dante?” you grabbed his arms and looked him dead in the eyes, “ Then make me. ”

     He shifted his jaw to the side while eyeing you up and down before grinning slightly.

     Dante reconnected with your lips and leaned his hips into yours; grinding your matching tents together. Your fingers were pressed against his body as you slid your hands down to his belt. A grumble left your lips as you struggled with his belt buckle; making him chuckle. Dante leaned upward and undid the belt for you. Before you were able to move and get a taste of the devil’s flesh, he grabbed your hands and tied them with his belt.

     “There,” he smirked as you pouted slightly, “Sit still and be a good boy for me..?”

     “Since when do you not want head--” you inhaled sharply as you felt Dante’s burning palm against your clothed cock.

     “Tonight…” with a swift movement he tore your pants from your body, “is all about you,” he kissed your lips gently. 

     His hands massaged the sides of your hips as he slowly slid down to kneel before you.

     “Wait,” you pulled your hips away from him slightly, “Dante--as much as I love you--last time you tried to… you kinda,” you winced at the memory.

     Dante stood up, pursed his lips, and mumbled, “Fair, I don’t wanna make your dick bleed…” 

     “So,” you motioned with your hands, “Allow me..?”

     “No, change of plans,” he picked you up and flipped you onto your stomach.

     “Dante--” you felt his hand gently palm your ass.

     “Hm?” he noticed your sudden apprehension.

     “If… If you’re going to try what I think you are… Can I at least like,” you were beyond embarrassed as you sighed, “like freshen up?”

     You looked over your shoulder and saw him tilt his head slightly, clearly confused. 

     “Just,” you stood up and held your hands out, “please? It’ll only take a minute.”

     “Sure..?” he undid the makeshift restraint, still a bit confused (bless his innocent dumbass).

     With a small smile, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and quickly went to wash up in the bathroom. 

     Dante used this small downtime to try and find lube; since he may have tossed it somewhere during your last loving session.

     “Bingo,” Dante bent down and grabbed it from a pile of discarded clothing in the corner. The red devil went over to the bedside table, placing it down for later.

     Hearing you re-enter the room, Dante moved over to you, “So…” he smiled, “You good..?”

     You nodded and pursed your lips, “You sure you’re okay with doing that? I--”

     “Of course I am…” the red devil placed his hands on your shoulders, “It’ll be fun,” he winked.

     With an audible swallow, you nodded, “Okay.” 

     “Now, where were we~?” Dante moved his hands down your body and leaned into you. 

     The two of you exchanged kisses once more. You pulled off his gloves and got Dante to drop his pants; leaving him in his rose-patterned boxers. All the while, the two of you meandered over to the bed. Once there, Dante broke off the kiss and grabbed the belt off the bed. With a smirk, you turned around and placed your hands behind you rather than in front like before; curious to see if he would try it. Which he did; however, you didn’t expect him to tie your forearms together.

     Once you were nice and comfortably tied, Dante picked you up and tossed you face down into the bedding. You trembled as you felt his fingers glide up your back as he leaned over your back. 

     His hot breath tickled your ear as he ground himself lightly against you, “You drive me nuts, you know that?” 

     You smiled as you felt him kiss the nape of your neck, “Do I now?” 

     With his voice barely audible, Dante whispered against your shoulder, “More than anything, sugar,” his sharp teeth bit down into your shoulder as he ground his hips against yours.

     A loud exhale came from your nose as you managed to keep quiet, much to the red devil’s dismay. Slowly, he kissed down your spine; stopping every once in a while to leave a hickey or bite mark. You felt his breath against the small of your back causing you to shiver. 

     He stood up and slid his fingers into your underwear. The red devil bit his lip as he freed you from your final bit of clothing. A sharp gasp left your mouth as he hit your ass with his palm. You shook your head and did your best to stifle any other noises while he harshly groped and played with your ass. 

     Dante grunted a bit, “You really are playing hardball tonight, huh?” you looked over your shoulder at him and he smiled, “Alright, fine…” you saw him open the side table drawer as your breath hitched. 

     The red devil leaned over you and used your tied arms to pull your body upwards. A thick maroon leather collar got wrapped around your neck. Dante smirked as he tightened it enough to give you a small buzz, then loosened it--clasping it shut. A shiver ran up your spine as you heard the click from the leash’s clip being used. 

     “Ass up,” he tugged on the leash, “Now.”. 

     Despite his confident words; Dante’s leash pull was far from anything more than a suggestion. The two of you tried out the collar a few times--which, for the record, was Dante’s idea to try--but every time, he always is too nice… 

     You decided that was going to change tonight, “ No. ”

     Dante froze and squinted at you. He pulled the leash again and this time he pulled hard enough to yank your head back, “Move,” his voice was laced with a small growl, making you quiver with excitement.

     A sly smirk tugged at your lips as you compiled, moving to rest in a downward dog position. 

     “Good boy,” Dante released some tension on the lead and placed a kiss on your ass. 

     His lips were hot as they placed kisses on your lower back and butt. A part of you wanted to beg him to hurry up, but you knew that’s what he was trying to get you to do; so you remained quiet. Dante’s teeth gently grazed your soft flesh as he used his free hand to grab a generous handful of the other cheek. 

     You did your best to relax, even though your body was twitching and aching for attention. A quiet groan left your mouth as you felt him spread your flesh apart. Dante bit his lip and felt a shiver go down his spine. 

     He ran his tongue along your crack, making you lurch forward slightly; which, in turn, made you pull against the leash--making you moan. You could feel Dante smirk at your reaction as he continued his ministrations. His body and mouth were burning hot as he pushed further against your ass. 

     A small grimace found its way to your face as you did your best to stay quiet, but goddamn Dante was making it hard.

     His tongue was moving against two different spots of your rim; courtesy of his two-way split. Along with that, he used his free hand to gently and carefully stroke your cock. Dante moved from your hole to the flesh of your right cheek, giving you a hickey on the sensitive skin.

     Through gritted teeth, you moaned, “Dante, fuck~” 

     You felt his hot breath wash over your ass as he smiled, “Does it feel good?”

     “Yeah,” your voice trembled as you responded, slowly losing your will to stay quiet.

     “Good,” he placed a kiss on the newly formed bruise, “That’s what I want to hear.”

     Dante moved back to your crack as he ran his tongue along it and used his nose as well. His stubble tickled at the skin of your body making you quiver. He returned to his earlier treatment of your needy hole; however, this time, he moved his tongue faster against the sensitive folds. 

     “Ngh,” your breath was heavy as you tried to stay composed, “God~”

     Once satisfied with the results, Dante moved to the left cheek and gave it the same treatment as the other side; leaving a loving mark. 

     He pulled back on the leash, “Up.”

     You sat upwards, sitting on your calves.

     Dante placed kisses along your neck and held your body snug to his; grinding his still-clothed cock against your back. His free hand ghosted around your lower abdomen; not quite reconnecting with your aching dick. You grumbled something too quiet for Dante to hear.

     “Gotta speak up, baby,” he sunk his teeth into a new spot on your neck.

     “Fuck~!” your head leaned back.

     He smirked and proceeded to create another one and then another; enjoying the sounds of his victory. 

     With a jerk of your hips, you let out an unrestrained moan, “Dante, please~”

     “Please what, darlin’?” Dante kissed your jawline.

     “I yield, just,” you felt his cock twitch against your back, “please!”

     “Gotta be more specific baby,” he placed tepid kisses along your bitten-up neck and shoulder.

     “Please, just… fuck me,” your voice was strained and you wriggled against your restraints. 

     He stopped his kisses and you could feel him smile against your skin, “Since you asked so nicely…” A surprised squeak left your lips as he pushed you forwards, putting you back face down into the bed. Dante reached for the bottle of lube he had placed on the side table, opening it. 

     He released his hold on the leash as he moved to take off his final bit of clothing. Quickly, he used his dexterous fingers to stretch you out enough for his cock; seems like he was just as excited as you. 

     “You ready?” Dante grabbed the leash again. 

     You nodded.

     Dante yanked on the leash, “Didn’t quite hear you.”

     “Y-yes s-sir,” you sputtered at the sudden quick squeeze from the leather on your throat.

     “Good boy…”

     The red devil bit his lip as he positioned his dick with your entrance, teasing you with his tip.

     After a minute, you broke, “Please, Dante,” you desperately groaned, “fuck me- I need you.”

     He let out a low breathy chuckle. Seeing you so desperate for him made him want to annihilate your body; to shove himself inside you, taking him all the way down to the hilt, and watch you struggle to adjust. Dante bit his lip at the thought as he grabbed your hips tightly. A strangled snarl left his lips as he fought the urge to ram you and slowly inched his way inside your hole. 

     You groaned at the feeling of his thick cock stretching your insides. This part was always the hardest; between trying to take him in and having to wait for your body to adjust, it was excruciating. Getting impatient, Dante pushed the remaining few inches inside you.

     “Fuck-!” you gritted your teeth and let out a shaky breath, “Dante, just…” your breath was heavy, “give me a minute…”

     He bit his lip and spoke with a low husky growl, “Yeah…” his breath was heavy as he fought with himself to stay composed.

     After a minute, you rocked your hips back into Dante’s. The red devil smiled as he moved in slow short increments before pulling out to the tip and slamming back into your hips; jolting you forward slightly.

     You gave a sputtering moan in response; which only encouraged him to do it again. Dante’s pace was hard and fast, pushing you forward with every brutal thrust of his hips. Trying to keep yourself at a respectable volume, you buried your face into the bedding; which Dante did not like. He yanked on the leash making you arch your head upwards, allowing him to hear every sound you made. 

     With a distorted growl of a voice, Dante smugly commented, “I want to hear you submit."

     A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice; knowing exactly what that tone means. As quick as the thought came, it disappeared at him changing his pattern. His movement became short and hard, you knew Dante was getting close. 

     "Dante," you groaned and he pulled you up by the leash and your arms, making you sit on his lap, "Ngh~ Dante, please," you ground your hips against him, making him groan in return.

     His mouth gently placed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he picked up the pace again. Dante held you by your restrained arms and leaned you forward a bit. You jerked your hips as he managed to hit what he was aiming for--your prostate. 

     He released the leash and leaned forwards into you, keeping his dick at the right angle. A warm calloused hand found its way to your dick and began to gently stroke your cock, using your precum as a lubricant.

     You knocked your head back into his shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around your middle, holding you close, “Ah, Dante~” you felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder once more, “Please~” 

     All you got in response was an unintelligible growl. 

     After a few more uneven thrusts, Dante came inside your ass, “Fuck~!” your legs and hips twitched as you orgasmed.

      With slow movements, he rode out both of your climaxes and released his bite. His breathing was uneven as he laid his head against the side of yours, saying various forms of “I love you”. 

     Once you stopped twitching, Dante removed his cock and let go of your arms; allowing you to lay back down. You felt him undo the belt on your arms allowing you to move them, finally.

     Dante helped turn you over and laid atop you and unclipped the leash--tossing it to the side. He was purring slightly; however, you noticed an odd feeling down towards your hips. 

     Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, “Dante..?”

     “Hm,” he nuzzled his face into your chest, his skin still hot as burning coals. 

     A shaky breath left your lips as you swallowed nervously, “You’re still hard?”

     Dante moved his head to look you in the eyes, which you noticed were still his Devil Trigger color, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.”

     You weakly groped at his biceps, “I can go another round; it is Valentine’s after all…”

     This comment made Dante move to prop himself up on his palms that were placed on each side of you, “You… you sure? I don’t want to overdo… you .”

     A soft smile tugged at your lips, “Of course, devil-boy,” you winked, “show me what you’ve got.”

     Dante sloppily kissed your lips as your hands moved from his arms to his hair. You knew that playing with his hair was a surefire way to get him riled up and today was no exception. 

     Your lover broke off the kiss and stared you in the eyes, “Last chance, babe. I won’t hold it--”

     Lovingly you pulled his hair, making his lip twitch with a growl. 

     He sat upright on his knees and allowed himself to let go. Seeing him trigger was always a treat, the bright red flash and the sudden increase in heat is as arousing as it is terrifying. You stared at him with your lips parted slightly and reached to run your hands along his middle; eyeing him slowly down to his exposed grey and orange cock. 

     The red devil leaned back over you, “Like what you see?” he smiled, revealing his sharpened teeth and spreading his wings out; boasting confidently. 

     You bit your lip and ran your hand slowly back up to the sides of his neck, “Mmn, yeah…”

     He pushed your jaw up with his head and kissed along your throat as his hands slowly ran down your sides, kneading into your skin. 

     With a voice barely audible, you whispered, “I love you, Dante…”

     A small laugh left the devil’s lips as he moved back to look at you, “I love you, too,” you jerked your hips at the feeling of his hand around your cock, “my little cock-whore.”

     You rocked your hips against him, “Only for you--” you gasped as Dante yanked your legs upwards, allowing them to rest on his hips.

     Dante leaned back fully and looked you over. He then removed his hand from your cock and placed it on his own, stroking himself slightly while looking at you.

     Once more you buckled your hips, “Please?”

     His stare was heavy as he looked at your face and, without breaking eye contact, he moved his tip to your hole. The red devil’s cum from earlier acted as lube as he pushed his tip inside you.

     A sudden sharp gasping moan left your lips as you felt him shove all 10 ½ inches inside. Your back arched and your mind was reeling at the feeling. Dante grinned widely as he watched your reaction and began to move without waiting. 

     It didn’t take long for Dante to reach the same brutal pace as before; making your ass squelch from the cum already inside you. Your mind was blank as all you could do was moan and speak unintelligible gibberish at the feeling. He decided to take this up a notch. Dante grabbed your hips and picked you up; moving to a standing position.

     “Dante,” you grabbed at his body; wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, groaning at the hot leathery skin.

     The red devil growled feeling your wrap yourself around him. His wings wrapped around you, holding your body closer still. It was pure nirvana. All you wanted to do was feel him more, to be made his. 

     Dante’s thrusts became animalistic as he fucked up into you, hiking you up slightly with each move. He began to tease you with his knot, slowly pushing it further each time; you knew he was getting close. With the little bit of strength you had left in your body, you used one hand to reach up and grab one of the large black horns on his head. 

     That pushed him over the edge; he used his hands to shove your hips down onto his cock and forced his knot inside you. You shouted as your body jerked at the feeling; followed by your head leaning back limply, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

     The red devil let out a loud roar of a climax and pierced your hips with his claws, gripping them ever-tighter. A small whimper left Dante’s lips as he felt your muscles constrict his cock.

     Despite him still being buried to the hilt, cum had already begun to drip from your ass and to the floor. You carefully placed your forehead against his and placed both your palms on his chest, feeling the rumble of his breathing. The two of you shared a gentle kiss--one without lust or need, but rather, one of pure love. 

     A few minutes passed as you felt him slowly begin to slide out of your body. Dante slowly de-triggered; starting with his head and torso and ending with the furthest things from his body. 

     Your hips involuntarily jerked at the feeling of his wings no longer supporting you and the feeling of his cock finally leaving you. Dante moved his hands to grab onto you better, “Easy, easy; I’ve got you,” he moved you back to the bed and laid you down gently. 

     A small pang of pride touched his heart as he saw how submissive he had made you and removed the long-forgotten collar around your neck. With a small sweet kiss on your cheek, Dante whispered, “I’ll be right back for you, okay?” with that, he left the room to go draw a bath. 

     Admittedly, right now you were pretty out of it so his words didn’t even register. Your blinking had slowed to the point of you being on the verge of a nap when he returned. 

     He smiled at the sight, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he picked you up, which pulled you right out of your sleepy state and made you hiss in slight pain, “Sorry,” Dante placed a kiss on your forehead.

     The water was warm as he set you down in the tub. He joined you in the water and you gave him a meek smile as you tried desperately to stay awake. Noticing this, Dante grabbed one of your hands, “You can nap, darlin’. I’ll take care of you,” he didn’t have to tell you twice as you drifted to sleep.

     When he finished cleaning your body and tending to some of the more intense love marks he left; Dante picked you up once more; this time, he picked you up bridal style. Just like before, you woke up. 

     The red devil didn’t seem to notice; however, so you reached up to his face and palmed it gently. He smiled and leaned into your touch. Carefully, he set you down in bed and, after turning off the lights, joined you underneath the sheets.

     Although you were exhausted, you managed to wriggle yourself closer to him. The two of you were laying face to face; or rather, face to chest. You looked up at Dante, “I love you,” you sighed and closed your eyes, “so, so much, Dante…”

     He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, purring with pure happiness, “I love you, too… Happy Valentine’s baby…”

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kerosene ; arisu, chishiya

SUMMARY: ryohei arisu and shuntaro chishiya are drug lords in japan and always like to cool down after work.

 warnings: arisu x chishiya x fem!reader, ownership kink, anal, degradation kink, spanking and slapping, praise kink, breeding kink, threeway, petnames, aftercare, begging, titty fuck, using a leash, big dick!chirisu and are a lot older ♡.♡

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The bedroom door opened and both men smiled seeing you kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. Wearing a black choker with a leash between your naked breasts, wearing only black panties and black pantyhose.

"How cute", whispered Arisu approaching, running his fingers through your hair, making you look at him and blink your adorable little eyes.

 "It's already late, baby girl", said Chishiya, getting closer and staying beside the brunette, "you shouldn't be waiting for us to come back."

"I thought you might be tired, and I thought I might humor you a little", you explained, "and I missed you too."

The two men laughed. Chishiya leaned towards you, his hand grabbing the leash you were wearing, "So you've been waiting, pet?", he asked, pulling the leash to lift you on your knees and bring your face closer. You nodded, making him smile, "Were you good while waiting?"

"I was, mister Shuntaro", you nodded, "I watched 'Scream' and I was waiting for you to arrive."

The two smiled, "Watching a horror movie, baby?", asked Arisu.

You nodded, "Yes, mister Ryohei."

"So cute", smiled Shuntaro, pulling you closer, his lips almost touching yours, "Today was such a difficult day, princess."

"Was it, sir?", you asked worriedly.

"It was, baby girl", agreed Arisu standing behind you, looking at the black panties fitted into your ass, "So fucking hot."

"Thank you, mister Ryohei."

Chishiya smiled and gave you a light peck, "What's the safe word, princess?", he asked.

"'Vanilla', mister Shuntaro", you whispered.

"Good girl", he smiled.

And he finally kissed you, your lips being devoured by the blonde. Ryohei's hands went down your back, slapping your ass, making you moan.

"Stop being selfish, she's mine too", said Arisu pulling you by the hair, separating their kiss so he could kiss you himself.

Ryohei was more gentle with his kiss, but he pulled your hair hard, making your scalp tingle.

"Take off our clothes, baby girl", Chishiya asked.

Arisu let go of your lips, helped you to stand up holding one of your hands and gave you a peck as you approached opening his black button up blouse, while Chishiya stood behind you, his hands sliding over your thighs, while his lips sucked the skin of the delicate neck, rolling his hips against your ass without any shame.

"Mister Shuntaro", you whispered, trying hard to take off the black dress pants that the older one was wearing, "I'm trying to take off mister Ryohei's clothes and you are in the way."

Chishiya laughed, turning you to look at you since Arisu was already naked, "Am I disturbing the princess?", he asked.

"Yes, sir", you replied.

The blonde grabbed your face tightly, giving you a peck, "I'm sorry, my baby", he smirked, "Be a good girl and take my clothes off."

The blonde smiled when Arisu grabbed you from behind just like he was doing, biting your earlobe as he massaged your breasts passionately, making you moan as he pinched your nipples.

With the two men naked, you were shared some more, each taking their time to kiss and touch you, gently caressing your waist and pinching your delicate nipples. You moaned adorably, your hands stroking their hair, only switching from one to the other when you felt your leash being pulled.

Soon you were on your knees, your mouth being punished as one of their cocks, heavy and thick, slid across her tongue, one after the other, stretching your lips, making your delicate eyes water, but that's what they liked, they liked when you looked into his eyes begging for more, the little eyes tearing up from the effort you made.

Chishiya's long fingers held on to the leash, the black leather wrapped around them, just holding on.

"Can you kiss for me?", you asked softly, your fucked up voice, saliva glistening on your lips and chin, soon going back to sucking Arisu, one of your hands caressing his balls while the other massaged Chishiya's cock.

The blonde chuckled, "Want to see us kiss, princess?", you nodded, sinking Ryohei's cock into your mouth.

"And why?", asked the brunette, stroking your hair.

You released the brunette's cock and took a deep breath, "Because I think it's cute when you kiss…"

Ryohei chuckled, an accurate slap landing on your cheek, "Don't lie."

"Turns me on, mister Ryohei."

He smiled, stroking where he had hit, "See how hard it isn't to speak the truth?"

"It isn't, sir", you agreed.

Chishiya pulled the leash and forced you to sink his cock into your mouth, pulling the leather hard, forcing you to choke, your eyes watering as you watched them kiss. After being tapped on the hip bone, taking your warning, he loosened his grip on the leash, allowing you to take the cock out of your mouth, taking a deep breath, stroking it with your hand, using all the saliva on the skin to ease your movements, as you sat on your legs and watched your owners kiss.

A small moan escaped your lips as Chishiya pulled Arisu's bottom lip between his teeth, making them smile.

"Stupid slut", laughed the brunette taking the leash from Chishiya's hand and forcing you to stand up, "To the bed."

You nodded and were handed your own leash, climbing onto the bed on all fours, your ass turning towards them crawling to the center of the mattress, rolling your hips towards them. Ryohei reached over and pulled you by the ankle, forcing you to lie down on the bed, only to be flipped onto your back and have your legs spread wide, big hands squeezing your thighs.

The brunette sank his mouth into your pussy, still covered by your panties, just teasing, gently licking, getting soft sighs from you.

Chishiya approached you, giving you a peck and smiled at your whining, "Why that little face, baby girl? Do you want him to really eat you out?"

"Yes, mister Shuntaro", you nodded, pouting.

"So be a good girl and ask."

You leaned on your elbows, your eyes met the brunette's, who was now kissing your clitoris still hidden by your panties, "Please, mister Ryohei, eat me out, leave me all drooling so I can be stretched by you. "

Arisu smiled grimly, his fingers touching the edge of your panties near the crotch and pulled them out of the way, "Good girl", he praised sinking his lips into your wet pussy, licking up and down, sighing contentedly as he did his job.

"You know how to beg, don't you?", you nodded, moaning, looking at Chishiya with all the adoration in the world, "Such a good girl", and he kissed you.

You moaned desperately while your lips were devoured by the older one, your hair being caressed by one of his hands while the other pinched your nipples.

As Arisu sucked you so eagerly, Chishiya sat on your belly, let spit slide from his lips to his cock and spread briefly before pressing his cock between your breasts, thrusting into the soft skin, moaning low, throwing his head back.

You whimpered as you stroked the man's thighs. You were completely lost in your thoughts. A desperate moan left your lips when you felt Arisu's cock invade you, thick and strong, entering unceremoniously, in a single thrust.

A slap landed on your cheek causing you to look at Chishiya as he groaned, "What a fucking bitch."

"So good…", you whispered, "Arisu…"

"Fuck, no matter how much I fuck this fucking pussy, it's always going to be all tight for me", he growled, low and dark, your legs braced against his chest, your little feet on his shoulders, they received a soft kiss as he thrusted without any mercy.

The blonde rolled off of you, his cock drooling and throbbing, wanting to allow you and Arisu a moment. The brunette leaned towards you, going as far as your legs would take, the skin-to-skin slap sounds completely unrhythmic, in complete desperation.

"I'm going to fill you up with cum, my baby girl", he whispered, "Get you so full that you're dripping wet all night."

"Please", you nodded in desperation, your body moving incessantly, "that's all I want the most, mister Ryohei."

He smiled grimly, "You really know how to beg, little slut."

The thrusts didn't stop, you moaned stroking Chishiya's blonde hair who had his face buried in your breast, sucking them while your pussy was punished. A louder moan escaped your lips, heavy gasps and whimpers left you when you finally felt all the cum fill you, your body shaking softly as the orgasm hit you.

A whimper escaped your lips as Arisu's cock abandoned you, leaving you feeling empty. You barely had time to breathe when your body was abruptly flipped over on the bed anyway, like you were just a toy.

"On all fours", ordered Chishiya, "I want to fuck that little ass."

As best you could, you stayed on all fours, only having the position changed by Arisu who took your arms, passing them around his neck, giving a kiss while Chishiya took your panties off you.

The blonde smirked seeing the plug you were wearing, with a black stone in the shape of a heart at the base, he bit his bottom lip, grabbed your ass and slapped, "You already had a plug in before I arrived, princess?"

You let go of the brunette's lips, turning your face back, trying to look at him, "I wanted to be ready to please you, mister Shuntaro, so you can just fuck me without any preparation."

Another snapping slap was delivered on your delicate ass, making you moan, "What a nice little slut… you're going to get stretched out so good for being so nice to me like that."

"Please, mister Shuntaro, do whatever you want with me", you purred.

Chishiya leaned over your body, his fingers gripping the plug, moving it gently to tease you, making you whine. His face moved closer to yours, leaving you with your face between his and Arisu's, "You are our little plaything, aren't you, baby girl?"

"I am, mister Shuntaro, I belong to you two", you agreed, your mouth completely dry as the toy fucked you gently.

"Just our good little slut, aren't you?", asked Arisu, receiving a desperate nod.

"Only you and no one else", you agreed once more, groaning shamefully when the plug was finally pulled from you.

"I'm glad you know, baby girl", said Shuntaro.

Your mouth only opened to let a whine escape when the man sank his cock inside you, without any mercy, "Fuck", you cursed, panting.

Arisu grabbed your chin so that both of them could kiss you at the same time, while Chishiya's hips began its movements, making you moan, letting yourself be kissed, the three's tongues tangling and licking each other as you tried to concentrate, keeping your arms supporting your body weight.

When Chishiya straightened up again, his hand grabbing your ass as he fucked you mercilessly, you hugged Arisu tighter, your face buried in his neck.

"You like it when he fucks your ass, don't you, my sweet girl?", asked Arisu, his hands going to your ass, squeezing and slapping, letting the blonde squeeze and slap your ass at will.

"I like it very much, mister Ryohei", you agreed, responding completely on automatic, your brain all foggy with the pleasure you felt.

"Do you prefer him to fuck your ass? Or do you like it better when I fuck your ass?", he asked knowing that you would answer everything he asked.

"I prefer him, mister Ryohei."

Your hair was pulled for a slap to be delivered across your face, "Fucking bitch."

A slap was given to you on the ass by Chishiya, who smiled victoriously, "That's  my good little slut", he praised caressing the area he hit.

"But I prefer it when you eat me out, mister Ryohei", you confessed, eyes lowered, completely surrendered.

Arisu smiled victoriously and showed the blonde his middle finger, "Do you like it, baby?"

You nodded biting your lip, "Yeah, I prefer the way you eat my pussy because you make more of a mess."

The brunette chuckled and kissed you, "Cute."

"Do you know what we should do, Arisu?", asked Chishiya, looking at the other, who was still holding you by the hair, the blonde's big hands squeezing the flesh of your ass tightly, "We should exchange knowledge, you know? We could tie her on the bed and you could give me a lesson in how to eat out that little pussy, and obviously I wouldn't learn the first time."

Arisu nodded, "I'd have to eat her pussy out until you learned it, or until she was crying begging me to stop, whichever comes first", you whined knowing you were going to fuck yourself.

"Exactly", Chishiya paused his reasoning to moan and roll his eyes, accelerating his movements, feeling that you were close, "I'll teach you how I fuck your ass later."

Arisu bit your lip, looking at you, "It's going to be stretched out for days, isn't it, princess?"

You could only moan feeling the blonde's right hand slide around your waist to your pussy, caressing it with precision, he knew perfectly well how you liked to be masturbated. It didn't take long for him to feel the inside of you squeezing him and you came, wetting his fingers, hot and delicate. A moment later he was cumming, his hips pressed against your ass, squeezing it, his cock pushed deep as he came inside you.

You shivered hugging Arisu when Chishiya got out of you and put the plug back in place to lock his cum inside you.

Gently, Chishiya took you by the waist, placing you on Arisu's lap, your little face resting on his shoulder while you panted with your eyes closed. The blonde adjusted the duvet so that the other could lie down with you in his arms, gently placing you on the bed, covering you.

You were held for a brief moment by Chishiya, who sat on the bed and placed your back on his chest to stay seated, "Drink water", he asked offering you the glass, which he had taken from the dresser in the corner of the room, while Arisu took the collar off your neck so you could sleep better.

"Thank you, Chishiya", you thanked him, receiving a kiss on your forehead and one on the cheek from Arisu while drinking your water.

"You were so good to us today, baby girl", praised Ryohei.

"Thanks, Arisu", you smiled, "I wanted to make my owners happy when they got home from work, I know it's stressful owning the city."

Arisu smiled, giving you another peck on the cheek, "That's right, now finish your water."

"You have to sleep", completed Chishiya.

And soon you were asleep, between the two men, your back to Chishiya, as you were gently caressed and kissed until you were rocked to sleep.

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Part 4: 2.9k words, Azriel's to Eris's POV

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A story of finding solace in another. Azriel finds himself needing danger in a peaceful world, and what is better than the Autumn Court, ruled by his old nemesis, Eris Vanserra?

WARNINGS: Mature topics/jokes (not recommended for minors), anxiety, mentioned/referenced domestic abuse

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Azriel

“Az!” Cassian shouted through his door. “Get your ass up! It’s time for training!”

Azriel groaned as he blinked awake. He glanced at the window and groaned again when he saw no sunlight. So he wasn’t late for usual training and Cassian was here obscenely early.

“Come on, you idiot! Before I knock down your entire house!”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Azriel yelled right back and rose from the bed, dressed only in his boxers. He opened the door and leaned against the doorway, looking at Cassian. “What the hell are you doing? Waking me up before even the sun had awoken?”

Cassian grinned. “You and I are going to spar. Now up and at ‘em! Get your clothes on and meet me at the River House.”

Azriel sighed and rubbed his eye and then down his face. “Fine,” he muttered tiredly. “Give me 15 minutes.”

Cassian shouted in victory and went running down his hallway, shouting at Rhys that Azriel was coming. Apparently, both his brothers were in on the scheme to wake him up early. He sometimes regretted giving them a key for this exact reason. They loved to barge in at random times. Not recently with their mates, but they used to.

He found it odd they were doing it now, but he wasn’t going to argue when he was this tired and already said he’d come spar with them.

Quickly, he dressed in his clothes and leathers, strapping Truth-Teller to his thigh and his Illyrian blade to his back and doing a quick stretch of his wings before launching into the freezing morning air. It was foggy today, so much so he could barely see five feet in front of him.

He flew using memory to find the River House and his shadows to exact a landing spot so that he didn’t crash into a chimney or something.

Cassian bowled him over as soon as he landed with a hug. Azriel grunted as his arms were squeezed close to his body and his wings flared again to stay out of the way.

“Cass,” he grunted. “Need to breathe.”

“Suffer,” Cassian retorted. “I’m giving my brother a hug.”

He heard more footsteps and groaned as Rhys joined in, squeezing his lungs even more. “I hate you both,” he muttered, trying to wriggle and free his arms to open up his chest a bit more for air. Secretly, he loved it, but he knew they knew that. He loved that sometimes, they didn’t give him a choice and instead just shoved the love down his throat which normally was a good thing.

When Cassian finally released him, he took in big gulps of air. Cassian laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, get stretching, and then we’re sparring. Training at the House of Wind is starting late today.”

Azriel groaned but fell in line with his brothers to stretch his muscles before it likely became an all-out brawl. He spent a tad longer on his shoulders. That itch he had always tended to keep them tight.

Visiting Eris yesterday had been weird, but it’d been… fine. The dogs had been interesting, but Eris seemed to calm down when his dogs liked him, which was also odd. That male seemed to take his hounds’ opinions of people way too highly.

But it’d been a… good experience. The itch he had went away for just a few moments when he was… bantering? He had been messing around with Eris Vanserra, bantering with him and making a few jokes. In the past, nobody would have caught him dead doing that, but now… he wasn’t so sure. It was better than alcohol in a way. It made the itch go away without the nasty hangover the morning after. But it was Eris. He should stop while he is ahead, but that damned itch. That damned anxiety that always tugged him around like a dog on a leash. 

“Come on Az! Hurry it up! Your left shoulder doesn’t need that much time,” Rhys called.

Azriel scoffed and released his arm. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Rhys. I’m coming.”

Rhys laughed and widened his stance, the wings behind his High Lord stretching a little as well. “Care to dance, shadowsinger?”

“Oh I do, High Lord,” Azriel retorted, moving to circle Rhys, carefully stepping. Cassian, on the sidelines, seemed content to watch for now. But Az had no doubt he would leap in as soon as it seemed he could beat the both of them.

“Then come at me,” Rhys challenged.

Azriel leaped toward Rhys, feinting left before sending a swift kick into Rhys’s legs.

“Oh, playing dirty aren’t you?” Rhys asked.

Azriel scoffed. “As if you didn’t expect it,” he taunted. “You’re out of practice.”

“I am not,” Rhys argued, throwing a left punch that Azriel easily dodged.

“Yes, you are!” Cassian agreed on the sidelines. “You know Az likes to start with a kick! You’re just lazy.”

Rhys rolled his eyes and then moved forward, forcing Azriel back a step before throwing a punch. Azriel redirected it with a swift grab, throwing Rhys off balance before kneeing his stomach. Rhys grunted in pain.

The fight continued in the same ways. Rhys was out of practice and Azriel eventually beat him by tripping him and then pinning him on his stomach to the ground, his wrists held on his lower back until Rhys finally slumped in defeat. Rhys wasn’t bad per se, but he could be better. He was better than most warriors. Just not the two idiots who train at the House of Wind daily.

Azriel helped him up and Rhys went to sit down while Cass stood up, cracking his knuckles. “Up for another round?” Cassian asked with a knowing grin.

Azriel rolled his eyes and lunged forward in answer. “Come at me,” he challenged. And Cassian did. This round was more evenly matched. That was until Cassian began talking to him.

“Why are you so tight, Az?” Cassian asked while dodging a punch.

“I’m not,” he gritted out.

“Yes you are,” Cassian argued. “What’s up?”

Azriel glared at him. “Is this why you invited me to spar in the early light of dawn?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Cassian shrugged. “But come on, we’re your brothers. What’s up? Why so tight?”

Azriel felt a bit of frustration and anger begin to simmer in his stomach. “I’m fine,” he growled, throwing a bit harder of a punch at Cassian’s bicep to prevent him from using that arm for the next couple of hits.

“Come on, are you afraid I’ll judge?” Cassian teased. “When was the last time you had a good fuck, brother?”

“That’s none of your business,” Azriel retorted. It’d been too long. Way too long since he felt the softness of another skin against his own or pleasure beyond his hand. And how dearly he missed it.

“Come on, we’ve fucked females in the same room, it can’t be that bad to share,” Cassian pointed out. “You need to relax. The brothel is always open.”

Azriel glared at him, stalking forward to gain ground. Cassian backed off a little, but lunged forward at Azriel’s fourth step, going for an abdomen hit.

Azriel grunted as it landed, but used the closeness to send his hit in on Cassian’s side. Trading hits wasn’t optimal, but it worked for now.

“I’m not going to the brothel,” Azriel said plainly. “I’m fine.”

“You are wound tight, Az,” Rhys commented, laying out on the stone wall that lined the fighting ring.

“I’m fine,” he insisted.

Rhys shrugged. “Just saying. We’re always here if you need it. Just because we have mates doesn’t mean we don’t make time for our brother all of a sudden.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, but his heart felt like it’d been stabbed. ‘Just because we have mates…’ Damn it. He needed to get out of his head. Forever.

Cassian caught him off guard by a series of kicks and Azriel fell as he tried to dodge. Cassian leaped at the opportunity and pinned his arms at his sides and his legs with one of his knees.

Azriel struggled for a moment, attempting to push Cassian off, but finally, he just slumped in defeat. “Before I let you up,” Cassian mused, “I want you to tell me what’s going on.”

“Fuck you,” Azriel retorted.

Cassian merely tilted his head and gave him a look. “Come on,” he prodded.

Azriel surged upward and managed to dislodge Cassian. “No,” he said sternly. “I’m fine. Stop worrying, Cass.”

Cassian sighed. “Alright, I don’t push broody Az.”

“I’m not broody.”

“Says your tight shoulders which tends to be a sign of you stressing over something,” Cassian said. “But fine, don’t share. Fight me again, brother.”

So they went at it. Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel all at once. Rhys tended to be the one to leap in when one of them showed vulnerability, while Cassian was the brute taking a lot of hits. He tried to avoid tanking hits and instead tried to fight in a way his brother couldn’t expect.

Again and again, they fought. Azriel didn’t feel much better, but he’d missed sparring with his brothers a lot. He loved it. But he couldn’t blame them for spending time with their mates. They deserved that happiness. Sometimes he doubted he did.

“Alright, alright, we’ve got training with the Valkyries, Az. Nesta is probably angry that I'm not there already.”

“Let’s get going then,” Azriel replied with a small smirk that he’d managed to master through the sparring session. “Don’t want to keep Death waiting.”

Cassian scoffed and then launched into the air.

“See you later,” Rhys said. “Tell Cassian to say bye for once too.”

“I will. What do you have to do for today?”

“Not much. I think there are some letters from Hewn City and Velaris but that’s all.”

Azriel nodded. “Anything from Eris?”

“Nope,” Rhys replied. “Why?”

“Nothing. It was just interesting how he acted at the dinner.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know,” Azriel said. “It was just interesting. Friendly, even. His brothers too. Even Jax.”

“So? I’d say that the death of Beron changed some things. I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt right now.”

Azriel shrugged and opened his wings.

“Let me know if anything with Eris changes,” Rhys said before he took off into the air.

Azriel sighed, closing his eyes as he gained altitude, heading toward the House of Wind which he knew how to fly to innately now. The fact that his brothers could tell something was wrong with him at first wasn’t good. He had to get better at hiding it from them. Because if they could tell, what could stop others from noticing?

Why couldn’t he just be happy with what he had? He had sparred with his brothers. He should be happy. But Cauldron, it was so hard sometimes.

“Azriel!” Gwyn called as he landed.

He glanced up. “Come on, slowpoke. You’re being lazy.”

Azriel cocked a brow up. “Blame Cassian,” he finally responded. “He woke me up to spar before the sun was even up.”

“Whiner,” Gwyn teased.

He forced a grin onto his face. “Get to work, Valkyrie.”

“Likewise, Spymaster.”

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Eris

His mother and her mate were in the Autumn Court for a family dinner. Lucien was missing. Jax was already glaring at Helion. Hue looked like he was about to explode with his leg bouncing so hard. Eris rubbed his forehead and leaned back in his chair slightly.

“Helion,” he addressed. The male looked at him. “How has reviving the pegasi species been going?”

The male perked up immediately and delved into an intense discussion over genetics and the new foals that had been coming once the pegasi had been moved to an open pasture for grazing rather than the top of Cyrus, the capital city. Eris did his best to follow along and nod, but in all honesty, his sanity was fraying slowly.

His mother laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and he glanced over at her soft, kind eyes. She smiled gently and he sighed, forcing a grin onto his face to appear like he was put more at ease by her offered comfort. 

Oh, how he loathed family dinners. Helion always had this huge grin on his face when he was talking to one of the Vanserra brothers and it annoyed the hell out of Eris. Because while Helion might be their “stepdad,” he still was not their dad. Or father. Beron had been their father. None of them had ever had a dad. A few of them might call Eris a sort of dad figure, but that was only because he raised some of them in a faraway cabin during their formative years. Even then, he was not someone to be viewed as such. He was barely even a big brother.

His mother always was soft and kind, offering comfort to anyone who seemed like they needed it, but Eris was having none of it. Jax was always sour and rude to everyone. Hue tried too hard and Kuhn just always looked tired and sometimes sad. Lucien was never here. Family dinners sucked.

As Helion finished off his rant, Eris responded in kind, speaking briefly on his hounds before falling into silence. Luckily, food came out before it could go on for too long and everyone dived in.

Eris was feeling off. Normally he was able to make small talk with Helion quite easily, at least to try and distract himself from his brothers and their nervous tendencies.

Jax stood suddenly, walking off without a word or even asking to be excused.

Eris glared at him as he walked out. The second eldest brother could at least try to repair some of the rifts between them since Beron.

Hue glanced around, pausing on Eris. “So, what did the shadowsinger want when he made a spontaneous visit?”

Eris gritted his teeth. “He was delivering a message from Rhysand,” he lied.

“You were gone for a while,” Hue pointed out.

“The dogs needed a walk,” Eris replied. “And I decided the council could wait.”

Hue hummed. “Just wondering,” he said, turning away.

Helion leaped in to talk to the male, asking about his latest art piece. Sometimes it seemed like Helion was trying a tad too hard to create a relationship between them. Hue looked close to exploding and Helion thought talking to him about his art was going to help. It wouldn't. Not at all.

“Eris,” Kuhn called, catching his attention again.

“What?” He asked.

The male swallowed as if nervous for some reason. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, why?” Eris said that lie often enough that it was perfect every time.

“The fires are burning higher than usual,” Kuhn pointed out, gesturing to the lamps in the dining room and the fireplace a few feet away.

Eris immediately corralled his magic back under control, He hadn’t even noticed. And how terrifying that is. How did he not notice? How did Kuhn notice?

“I’m fine,” he said sternly. “You all have fun. I’m going to head off.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to do work,” his mother called with a disappointed tone. “You should stay here and relax, Eris.”

“I’m tired,” he said, forcing away the urge to tense his hand into a fist. “So no, I’m not going to do any paperwork.”

His mother stared at him for a few more moments before sighing. “Alright, honey. Good night.”

“Good night,” Eris echoed, standing quickly and practically storming out of the doors. He walked to his quarters quickly. He went past the study, heading for the couch beside the fireplace, sitting down with a sigh.

Cauldron, why were family dinners so stressful? They never had them with Beron. Beron never cared and even if hypothetically they did, Eris would have to act like the perfect heir the entire time and it’d probably end with one of his brothers annoying Beron and Eris being sent down to the dungeons.

He shivered at the thought, his arms aching at the thought of them being bolted above his head again to keep him still.

Involuntarily, he felt tears coming to his eyes and he tried to shove them back. He’d already dealt with the trauma of Beron’s dungeons. He was fine.

He wiped his eyes and leaned back onto the couch, sparking the fire and putting his feet up on the coffee table in front of it.

He needed to be fine. He should be. He had to be, to try and move forward. To be better than what Beron forced him to be. To be the better High Lord he tried to be. To be a better brother. A better son.

Cauldron, it was so hard though. So hard to try to be happy when he wasn’t.

He completely dried his tears and shoved them far back when he heard footsteps against purposely creaky floorboards. He stood and turned to look at who dared to sneak into his room, ready to rip them apart if he had to-

There were shadows skittering across the floor and a tall, winged male standing in the middle of his bedroom.

“What the fuck?” He asked, pulling a dagger from his couch just in case. “Why are you here?”

Azriel stared at him for a few moments, glancing at the knife in his hand. “I was bored,” he said.

Eris’s brows furrowed but he relaxed a little bit. At least the shadowsinger was admitting it.

“So what?”

“Are you busy?” Azriel asked.

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[oneforthemunny]

truly truly felt domestic today so I’m thinking about Glammy and Pop Pop (kill me now) taking Persephone and Kensie for the night like right before Sicily and Sienna are born and Ed and Nepo!baby just need a big BREAK, and Ed was honestly kinda hoping for a teeny 🤏bit of action but didn’t expect much from the ✨8 and half months pregnant with twins✨ lady and he was absolutely correct. Was sent out for in n out the second the children left the driveway at 430, it was consumed by 5 and nepo baby tries to be entertaining, she really does, but in between food go fish and watching water boy she falls asleep sprawled over the loveseat portion of the sectional couch, cheek smushed against Eddies chest, his chin on top of hers, legs wrapped around one of his and his hand over her obnoxious belly and chuckling every time he feels one of the girls’ kick and whispering “what are you planning soccer in there? give mama a rest would ya girlies?”. He puts little butterfly kisses all over her cheeks just to hear her little huffs and squeaks at the sensation. him giving her a firm kiss to the hair before nearly drifting off.

Then the home phone goes off and he manages to grab it from the end table without waking her up and poor thing was so exhausted that she didn’t even hear Kensies crying for her mama over the phone 😭i’m gonna cry

I'm gonna actually sob bc it's exactly like that.

she's so fucking tired, the third trimester with twins has DRAINED her energy. she just wants some alone time with him, she really does, but she's so fucking tired. eddie knows that. he selfishly tries to rub her swollen feet as a maybe way to get them to fuck, but when he sees how exhausted she is, he just lets her cuddle him and sleep. she has one of those belly bands, but he ends up trying to hold her stomach up to relieve some pressure while she's drooling and snoring, knocked out on his chest.

poor kensie is screeching and bawling for her mama. she is DONE at glammy and pop-pop's and she wants to come home rn!!!! she def had attachment issues as a child. no need for a leash with her, unlike vega, because she would not leave their side lol.

[doyouevermakeasound]

First Time for Everything

This is the story centered around my OC Noah. It is a slow burn and I have a shocking amount of it written but I really just need to connect the two parts since I don't write linearly.

TW: Interrogation, discussion of future torture, knife

First Chapter 

Previous Chapter

He couldn’t shake his nerves as he walked towards the building that had two prisoners tied up in one of the rooms.  Excitement mixed with fear, a sense of humiliation and guilt also found their place.  

As he walked into the building he could hear the two of them talking, they hadn’t heard him walk in despite his stiff gait.  The events of yesterday left him sore.  He waited outside the room as they talked after setting down his backpack.

“How close are you to getting that rope off?”  The voice was urgent.  

“Almost… there…”

Well that wasn’t good.  He walked in and the one that was Ruby’s assistant was using a busted part of the chair to attempt to cut through the rope.  “I would stop if I were you.”

Both of them looked over at him as he stepped into the room.  The one that was the general office aide immediately started to spit vitriol in his direction.  They had placed them with their backs facing each other, leaving them to face the wall.

“You’re a fucking coward!  Taking us in as hostages- and for what?  They aren’t going to accept any trades.”  The one named Rachel told Noah as he crossed the room to fix Viktor’s bonds.

“Who said anything about trying to trade for you two?  As far as Uniformity is concerned, you probably died during that attack.”  He tested the rope before stepping back.  He looked between the two of them, Viktor was cool and confident, Rachel was angry and rightfully so.  “So Viktor,” He flinched at the mention of his name.  “You were Ruby’s assistant, right?”

“Don’t fucking say a thing!”  Rachel instructed.  

Viktor spat back over his shoulder, “I won’t!”

He stayed silent as he watched the two of them bicker back and forth.  Clearly these two weren’t the best of friends when they were working together.  The moment he started walking back towards his backpack the two of them quieted.  He came back with a length of cloth in his hands Rachel immediately scoffed.

“What, you’re already tired of us?”

“I’m not a fan of the bickering.  Unless of course you both decide that you want to talk.  Viktor,” Noah watched him tense at the sound of his name, “I’ve got to be honest.  I’m most interested in what you have to say.  I’m sure you’ve heard a lot.”

“I didn’t talk to the other people you sent and I’m not going to talk now.”  Viktor growled.  

Noah brought the length of cloth closer to Rachel’s mouth, she was trying her best to keep her mouth away from it but resisting was futile.  He tied the remaining length of cloth behind her head.  She tried headbutting him but he simply wasn’t in range.  

“Now Viktor.  It’s just you and I.”  Noah still stayed in Rachel’s field of vision.  “How are you doing today?  Do you need anything?”

The glare from Rachel was exhilarating, he continued maintaining eye contact with her.  

Viktor didn’t answer and Noah broke eye contact with Rachel to walk over to his side.  “Viktor, we can’t really have a good conversation if you’re not willing to talk to me.”

Viktor kept his lips in a thin straight line as he focused on avoiding eye contact with Noah.  

Excellent.  He rested a hand on his shoulder and Viktor flinched.  “You don’t have to be afraid of me.  We can make this work, you give me what I want, you leave this room alive and unharmed.  We may keep you on a short leash, at least for a little while, all the while you can stay safe at one of the camps we have.  Uniformity doesn’t have to know that you’re alive.  You can live a normal life.”

Viktor looked down at the floor, past Noah.  He still wouldn’t speak.

Noah went and kneeled in front of Viktor suppressing a groan from the movement.  Viktor’s eyes immediately pivoted away.  “What would it take for you to talk?  We can do this your way or we can do this my way.”  

Rachel growled, Noah maintained eye contact with Viktor.  

He stood up and walked over to his backpack.  “Suit yourself then.”

Even with his back turned he could hear the panic in Viktor’s voice.  “Wait!  What are you planning on doing?”

He turned to face him, “It depends.  Talk.”  The sweet honey that had laced his voice was gone.  

The abrupt change in tone wasn’t lost on Viktor as he finally met Noah’s eyes.  An internal battle raged on behind his eyes.  Rachel let out another timely scream and his resolution hardened once more.

“Okay, suit yourself.”  The pack contained a few things he thought he might need, including his favorite weapon: a knife.  The skills that he possessed with it had been carefully curated over the years.  

The butterflies in his stomach started again.  He turned to face the two of them and he made sure that they could see the smile that splayed across his lips.

Viktor was cracking even before Noah could bring the knife down on him.  When he walked back over to them Viktor was starting to become a sputtering mess.

“You can’t- you won’t- This isn’t right!”  Viktor was visibly trembling.  

Noah brought the blade under Viktor’s chin and tilted it upwards.  “I can, I will.  I don’t have to unless you tell me what you know.”  Those words were almost a whisper.

He was crying, Noah couldn’t blame him.  Full sobs racked through him and while Noah let him have a moment he had a timeline to work with.  He pulled the knife away, Viktor didn’t notice, and punched him to snap him back to reality.  

Viktor went back to sniffling, his focus back on Noah and a bruise blossoming on his jaw.  

“Viktor…” Noah purred.  “I need you to remain composed.  We’re having a conversation here.  Can you do that?”

His eyes were puffy and red.  He didn’t answer.  

Deep down, this thrilled Noah.

Next Chapter

[depressed-werewolf]

Prompt 10.5

masterlist

Danni froze, feeling the cold metal pressing against her back. She slowly raised her hands in a placating gesture. “Don’t kill me.”

“I won’t as long as you don’t give me a reason to.” The voice said. Danni swallowed, she didn’t want to die here.

“Was that meant to be reassuring? Because it fucking wasn’t.”

She felt the gun pressing hard against her back and barely suppressed a flinch. “I think my boss would be interested in meeting you.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cole slammed the doors open and barged into the office, papers falling to the ground as he rushed in. “Where’s Danni?”

Blaze turned around in his chair and cast Cole a tired glance and sighed. He tried to hold back his snark but it was nearly impossible for him. “Hell if I know. You think I keep her on a leash? Well, you might but that’s part of your private life and I’m not gonna pry—“

Cole glared at him, his voice serious. “Sylvester.”

He gave Cole a surprised look and shook his head. It had been ages since the criminal had called him by his true name, he must be serious. He sighed and opened his laptop. It was reasonable to be worried for the thief, especially with the excessive kill count Radia had under her belt, but Sylvester couldn’t afford many interruptions with the amount of work he had to finish.

“The security system indicates that no one has entered or left the property so she’s still here, she likely just went back up to her roo—“

He was cut off by someone bursting through the door. Sylvester rolled his eyes at yet another interruption. It seemed he wouldn't be able to work in peace today.

“I found someone lurking around the base.”

His gaze turned toward the door where his subordinate stood, a young, dark-skinned man named Lux with bright blue eyes that gave off a slight glow. Danni was with him.

“What were you saying about your security system?” Cole snarked, but he shut his mouth pretty quick when he saw who Lux had with him.

He shoved her through the doorway and when the pair looked closer they noticed Lux had a gun in his hand. This would be interesting.

Sylvester turned to Cole. “He doesn’t know?” He asked in a hushed tone.

He looked away and his voice trailed off. “He knew I was seeing someone but…”

Fucking idiot. Sylvester shook his head. “Jesus, she’s his fucking girlfriend, Lux.”

The man shot Cole a suspicious look. “Care to explain why your girlfriend broke in?”

Cole shook his head. “She didn’t break in. We brought her here because she stole from the Association like a goddamn idiot,” he shot Danni an annoyed look and she glared back at him, “and Radia was to kill her, so she’s staying here for a bit.”

Lux shook his head and set his gun down on the table. When Danni realized she wasn’t in any danger, she ran over to Cole and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

Sylvester rolled his eyes. “You two have horrible communication issues, I swear to god.”

Danni shook her head. “That was… interesting. I don’t usually nearly die twice in one week.” She stepped away from Cole and looked around the room. “Didn’t expect a villain with fire powers to work in an office that looks like a fire hazard.”

“It’s ‘cause he doesn’t trust people enough to hire someone to clean,'' Lux blurted out.

Sylvester groaned. “Okay, now that this issue is sorted out do you all mind going… literally anywhere else. I do have work to do after all. I believe I can trust you all not to kill each other.” He looked at Lux. “Again.”

He motioned to the door as if telling them to leave and the group started for the door. Danni stopped suddenly. The man with them seemed… familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on how. Then, after a moment, she realized. It was his hair that gave it away; short black hair with bright blue highlights, the same color as his eyes.

“You’re Wizard,” Danni blurted out.

He seemed confused. “Wha— oh, yeah.”

Cole chuckled slightly and shook his head.“You never changed that stupid name.”

Lux turned to Cole and gave him a playful glare. “First of all, fuck you. Second of all, I didn’t pick the damn name, the association did.”

“And you never changed it.”

He crossed his arms and frowned. “It’s a good name, shut up.”

Cole grinned. “It’s the cheesiest fucking name I ever heard.”

“You’re not much better.” Lux turned and began to walk off.

“At least I put thought into mine,” Cole shot back.

Lux turned and made an obscene gesture before walking off, mumbling under his breath as he went.

“Fucking dumbass,” Cole yelled after him.

“Could say the same about you.”

Cole turned to Danni and she grinned at him. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled.

He grinned back. “I’m not the one who almost got shot two days in a row.”

“I didn’t almost get shot two days in a row,” She rolled her eyes. “Radia doesn’t use guns, she was just gonna slit my throat.”

Cole sighed. As if the distinction mattered. “Yeah, much better.”

She crossed her arms and pouted. “If you’re gonna call me stupid at least make sure your memory is working.”

Some of the henchmen glanced at them as they walked but they didn’t pay the pair much attention. They were used to Cole and Lux bickering, this was no different.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re not stupid, you’re just… reckless and impulsive.”

“And hot.”

Cole smirked. "Yeah, sometimes.”

“That’s not what you said last night.”

He groaned and gave Danni a playful shove. “You’re insufferable."

She only laughed.

Then, without warning Cole stopped in the middle of the hallway, bumping into a henchman in the process. He muttered an apology as he fiddled with his watch.

“What is it?” Danni asked.

“Blaze.” He responded distractedly.

After a few more moments of fiddling the criminal's voice boomed from the small watch. “I need you downstairs, both of you.”

“Oh, really? Didn’t you tell to get the fuck out earlier?”

It was clear Sylvester was on edge from his voice alone. “This is important, stop being a smartass.”

Then, there was a click and his voice went quiet. Danni turned to Cole. “He sounded serious.”

Cole nodded. He seemed worried; it wasn’t often that Sylvester was shaken up. “Yeah, whatever he wants it sounds like it involves you.”

Cole took her hand and began walking down the hallway to the stairs and down to the living room. The pair wasn’t far from the living room so it was a relatively short walk.

When Cole and Danni reached the living room Lux and Sylvester were already there. The two looked worried, which did nothing to ease Cole’s nerves. There was a news report playing on the TV and when he realized what it was his heart sank.

Danni’s reaction was not as graceful as his. She gasped and crumpled to her knees. Tears were already forming in her eyes.

“Oh my god.”

[blue-velvet-valentina]

Stormy Love pt1: first 3 days

Day 1:

Why? Why do I not pay attention when Johnny talks to me. Why does he even ask me favors when I have not had my caffeine yet?! I should have realized he was up to something when he gives me all my favorite breakfast food, favorite coffee, and being EXTRA sweet. I see this numbnuts as my brother and I am kicking my own ass and let him ask. He asked me if I could help out with a very important set of documents that would change the world. Was he getting married again and needs a pre-nup? Nope. Was he wanting to have me draft another mountain of contracts for a new movie? Wrong. HE WANTS ME TO WRITE A FUCKING TREATY AGREEMENT FOR ALL OF EARTHRELM AND OUTWORLD! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK! I was too tired to pay attention and dumbass me agreed before I could figure out what he wanted. Just… Just fucking kill me.

Day 2:

Today I was brought to this guy named Liu Kang, he’s a god who is supposed to help me draft this treaty and understand their cultures so we can all come to some sort of agreement. God he is FINE. Just scrumdiddlyumptious! I’d want to re-enact Neon Gods with him any day…Too bad he is with someone.  And the fact she is just as hot if not hotter is just killing me inside, I swear my hormones are kicking in just thinking about this. I have not felt this way since I first played Balder’s Gate. Before I leave, I’m going to pack, and Johnny said he can get anything extra I need in the meantime. Mostly going to take clothes and important crap. Also, my dog, I can’t go saving realms without my Mr. StinkBait! Johnny said he can make sure my meds are refilled for me, but since I am converting from the BC pill to the implant, I won't have to worry about that. It will be a delicate situation to explain, but Johnny being the slut he is he understands I want to be safe.

Day 3:

I am ready, thank God I have always packed light except for my tent. God it’s been years since I’ve used this. So many memories of being homeless in this old thing. I’ve been wanting to get rid of it, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Besides, Liu Kang said I should take it in case I have to travel outside of the protection of the Royal City. What does he mean? I asked him that, but he didn’t say anything, just dodging the question…Omnipotent god my ass. Anyways, my stuff fit in my old Bag of Holding except for a change of clothes, Johnny said he’d come by once in a while to get me fresh clothes and the 2nd book of the series when I’m done with Neon Gods. His new friends are all equally fucking hot and it’s not fair. They are there to keep me safe during my stay, and they have to remain professional I know, but damn that guy in blue…I can feel him boaring holes into me with his eyes. Maybe he doubts my abilities? Hell, I doubt myself. The guy in red I heard was his brother, in the few times I spoke to him I learned he is a married man. Damn, Lucky bitch.

They have an adopted brother, he is clearly eastern European with early grey hair. We both bonded over the fact we game and since my work laptop is a gaming laptop, I offered to game with him when he’s free. The older two keep him on a tight leash with death glares from the guy in blue but he agreed.  I learned also two of johnny’s friends Lao and Raiden will be there too. God I kind of don’t want Lao to come with, he’s hot yes but he’s emotionally exhausting, but Raiden raid that he will keep a tight leash on him, that he was going to see his lover. I wonder who she is, I’ve heard about Kitana A LOT from Raiden and she sounds really sweet he acts like a giddy teenager when he talks about her.

[ramblings-of-1-mad-woman]

Last week of December 2023

Ramblings of a Mad Woman 

12/28/23 

Hi, and welcome to Ramblings of a Mad Woman. I’m a woman, and I'm mad. Today I’ll be taking you through my headspace -- Are you sitting down? You might want to sit down. Maybe grab a cool drink. Here we go. 

I woke up today at 5:30am, and I was hungry. The kind of hunger where your belly feels like it’s running on the fumes of stomach acid and water vapor. So, I got up and made myself a bowl of Frosted Flakes and moved to the couch. As soon as I sat down, a deluge of thoughts washed over me. 

Youdidn’tsleep,tsktsk,andyouevenhadtwoMelatoninlastnight.MaybeyoushouldgetAmbienagain. ”Sheturnedoutbig,butIstillthinkshe’sbeautiful.”Theonlyconstantischange.That’snotcomfortingatall.DidIchangethelaundryover?No?Fuck!ShouldIreallybeeatingallthissugarrightnow?”She’sbig.”        ”Please,pleasedon’tleaveme.”

I turned on my video game, desperate for a distraction. While it loaded, I scooped heaping spoonfuls of cereal into my mouth, oat milk running down my chin. I wiped it with the back of my hand before it could fall onto my naked body. That’s right, I was naked. So what? 

What if I’ve cursed myself with eternal hunger?! The thought spiked my adrenaline. 

For context, let me explain what “hunger” means here. Last week in therapy, I made a real-life connection to a book I had read. My reading teachers would be proud. By the way, this book was so good, I still think about certain scenes, certain lines. Don’t you just love stories like that? In this story, the main character’s father had been cursed by a witch (but don’t worry, he kinda deserved it). She cursed him with hunger -- she cursed him with chronic, inescapable dissatisfaction. He’d eat and eat and eat and never feel full. He would never feel the sleepy haze settle over his body and drag him to sleep, he’d never feel the joy at unbuttoning his pants to let his overstuffed stomach expand--confineless. He would never feel the satisfaction of eating a delicious meal and savoring it with those he loved. 

You see where this is going? 

I spoke this thought into being last week. “What if I’m cursed like him?” I’d asked. “What if no matter what I do, no matter how much adventure and self-care and intentional living, I’m cursed to be unhappy forever?” 

Since voicing this thought, hunger has haunted me. Nothing sounds good, nothing sounds like it will fill this void inside me.

And so we have the terrifying thought that I cursed myself to eternal hunger by asking my brilliant what-ifs last week. 

I may need to explain to you why that thought terrifies me. You see, cursing someone, in the sense of casting a malicious spell, implies that someone with ill-will toward me wished me this eternity of suffering. And if I cursed myself, then I would be that person, the one rooting for an eternity of suffering. For me. But if I did this to myself, then in theory I could stop it, right? 

The only constant is change. I say that to myself sometimes when I’m feeling low. Because I have to have faith that this won’t last forever. But sometimes, I don’t know what’s scarier -- the thought that I am in control of my life and my happiness and just don’t want to be satisfied, or the thought that I have absolutely no control over much of anything and everything could come crashing down in a heartbeat. 

Talk about a rock and a hard place. 

Also, that whole time I was mulling that over? I was munching on my cereal. I’m an excellent multitasker when one of the tasks is letting your thoughts off the leash. Run free, little guys. 

I finished my cereal and took a few sips of coffee, praying the coffee would make me feel full. Some days when I woke up starving, I’d chug a glass of iced coffee and then not need to eat for a few more hours. Today wasn’t one of those days, but I was feeling too tired to get up and get more food. Instead, I just sat with the pain. The cramped feeling right below my ribs. The rumbling behind my bellybutton. 

You wanna hear something funny about hunger? Hunger is a cue from your body that it needs something. My stomach is stomping around, demanding something, but I’m not sure what to give it. I can’t make a decision like that. It’s too much. So I let it have its little temper tantrum. I drink some water, hoping that that will do something. 

I learned that trick from my mother. 

I’d always hear her say, “Drink a full glass of water before dinner, sweetie. It’ll help you not eat so much, okay?” 

Did you gasp? Are you outraged at a mother telling her child to ignore her bodily cues, to doubt that her body knows what’s best for her? You may also be outraged that I was taken to Weight Watchers when I have 10. I was forced to join a gym when I was 12 and I needed special doctor’s permission for it. I also needed special permission to join a cardio kickboxing class when I was 13 since it was for adults just getting off work. They just needed to get in a bit of cardio before continuing to lead their lives of success, yet here was a pimply 13-year old klutz fucking it up.

I wasn’t even that fat, on the grand scale of things. I hit five foot five (165cm for all you non-Americans) in 4th grade and have been the same height ever since. Around age 13, I was about 215-220 pounds, and wore a size 16. See, like not that bad, right?

I say “not that bad,” and then catch myself. That’s not my voice saying that. I am trying to slash through the weeds of Fatphobia with the Scythe of Self-Love, but sometimes that battlefield is dark. 

I’m in a place now where I accept my body. I do think it’s beautiful. And the ways I want it to change have nothing to do with being thinner. I want to be more flexible, stronger, to not feel like I’m inhabiting the fragile frame of an octogenarian. 

“She turned out big, but I still think she’s beautiful,” is something that my mother said to my husband last week. To be fair, my mother now has pretty advanced dementia, and she mostly rambles off nonsense. I doubt she even remembers my husband informing her that she couldn’t talk about people, especially her doting daughter, like that. 

All I hear is: “I tried really hard to make her not be fat, but I failed. Despite her size, she’s still beautiful. You know, for a fattie.” 

My stomach rumbles, and I eye the half-eaten bowl of breakfast pasta (it’s leftover from last night, and it’s not as satisfying). The red stretch marks on my stomach glare at me, and a blaze of self-hatred rushes to my cheeks. Maybe if I wasn’t so hungry…

A few hours and one more bowl of flakes later…

Do I use ellipses like a boomer? What if I just like that they build suspense? 

Anyway, I think I had a breakthrough in therapy. I have existential OCD, which if you don’t know what it is, you’re lucky. It’s a type of OCD that obsesses over existential questions. What happens when you die? Is there a God? Is this a dream? Do I have free will? Is everyone I know and love a figment of my imagination? You get the idea. And then come the compulsions, which for the longest time, I insisted I didn’t have. But asking for reassurance? Googling things like, is there a Hell? Pinching myself to make sure I’m alive? That’s a compulsion. No different than running home to make sure the stove isn’t on. I don’t trust myself to know. I need someone, something else to tell me what’s true. 

What is my purpose? I’ve asked myself this obsessively for a few years now. And at various points, I’ve had various answers. A few years ago, my answer to my therapist was “My purpose is to make people happy.” She pushed back gently, and at the time I didn’t understand why. That felt like a perfectly acceptable answer to me. (Go on, ask me. Ask me if I’m a people pleaser. You already know the answer). 

But I’ve known for a long time that my purpose is not to be a caregiver. I literally realized only this year that I was parentified hard as a child. And that left its mark. I’d already been a parent. I’d argue that I still am a parent to my mother. So a few cuts and ties later, I was a sterile 22-year-old woman. (Thank you to the r/childfree subreddit). 

As my mom continues to decline, as more and more of her is eaten away, her brain rots like spores of mold on bread. (The image isn’t helped by the frequency with which I find moldy bread somewhere in her kitchen). I really do have to take care of her, though. As a kid, she made me responsible for her emotional well-being. That was the purpose ascribed to me. Be her best friend, be the person she can brag about, be her whole world, be her maid, be her therapist, be her mother. 

Why was I brought into this world? My parents divorced when I was 5 -- I wasn’t here for their happiness. My dad even admitted once that he really doesn’t like kids. No, I was here for her happiness. I was going to fill the void inside her, I was going to make her feel understood, make her feel a sense of belonging, purpose, worth, and unconditional love. 

And so what happens when I failed and continue to fail at those tasks? Because those sure are a lot of expectations to put on a person. To put on a child. When I fail, I feel completely worthless. 

She had me so she could have a perfect person to fix all her problems. When I can’t do that, I feel worthless because I’m supposed to be her perfect daughter. I’m supposed to provide a community’s worth of love to someone who was unknowingly abusive. It’s a tall order. 

12/31/23

You ever have a thought in the middle of the night that you think is incredibly brilliant? So you write it down somewhere only to look at it in the sober light of morning and realize it’s utter crap? I wonder if that light somehow missed Stephanie Meyers, since after all it is lore that she thought of the story for Twilight in a dream. We all know this girl just had a vampire wet dream, and to that I say, join the club. Water’s fine. 

But yeah, that was me last night around 4:45am when my little furball Owen hacked up a hairball. 

My thought? 

What if mad became an acronym: MAD. I’m a MAD woman. Because I’m not really a mad woman. I think I’ve burnt through my reserve of fury coals, my logs of frustration. Now I’m running on fumes. More often than not, I’m a sad woman. 

But I am mad in the sense of crazy. Not right in the head. A little bit coo-coo. Which is why I thought of this acronym: 

Mothers 

(with)

Alzheimer's 

(and)

Dementia 

The little words don’t count, okay? 

So, what do we think? Cringe, right? But last night, it seemed so funny. I’m a crazy woman in part because of my mother with Alzheimer's and dementia. In part because of how she raised me, and in part because I have my own issues that are triggered basically every time I interact with her. 

I think that anyone would have been pretty rattled if they’d gone through my interactions with my mom. I think that, and yet I can’t stop myself from feeling like I should have been more patient. I should have been nicer. But I was just so frustrated. 

The scent of human excrement was overpowering when I walked in her door. I could tell it was coming from the kitchen garbage. I frowned, also scenting a dirty litter box. The cat’s dry food was overfilling from his automated food bowl, and I knelt down to scoop up the gritty kibble. 

“Can I help you take out the trash?” I hedged. 

“The trash… oh, the trash? Take it out?” 

“Yeah, it smells a little bad in here, I think if we take the trash out it will smell better.” 

“Well, yeah, I was going to do it, I’ll do it later, don’t worry about it.” 

I tried not to roll my eyes. The stench was horrendous, I couldn’t understand how she didn’t smell it. 

“I think we should do it now, okay? Can you put a new bag in?” I gathered the bag, tying it extra tight before bringing it to the door. 

“So we take this down… down the hall, right?” 

“Nope, the trash chute is right around the corner.”

“Trash chute… what’s a trass jute?” 

“No, TraSH CHute. It’s where you throw away the trash.” 

“Ohh…” 

We repeated the same conversation once more before finally sending the trash down the chute. There was a second box, full of her take out containers from the dining hall. 

“Wait is this trash? Or?”

“It’s in a trash bag, it’s probably trash,” I said flatly. 

“Probably trash…” she mumbled. “Oh yeah, this stuff. Yeah, this is trash. It was something awful.” 

She asked if we were going to have dinner together, and I said no. It was 2pm, and I was planning on leaving by 3:30. 

“What? So we can’t have food together?” She sounded like I’d told her her cat died. 

“Not today, no, but soon, okay?”

“Alright…” 

I took a deep breath and listened as she complained about her hair. It was light brown, the roots almost completely gray. She insisted on continuing to dye her hair even though she couldn’t do it by herself last time. “It’s so awful, I want it shorter, I think. Can you take me with you to get a new… a new, you know.” She pointed at her roots. 

“A new color?”

“Yeah, didn’t you suggest something? I thought it was a good idea.” 

“Yes, I suggested you stop dying your hair and just embrace going gray.” 

She dismissed it with a wave of her hand and a frown. 

“No, no, that wasn’t it.” 

She continued to ramble about her hair, and it made me mad. It made me so mad that she was so obsessed with how she looked. Why did it matter? 

I offered to trim her hair, voice tight. 

I guided her to the bathroom, and she looked in the mirror. Her face crumbled, and she sobbed out, “Oh god, I’m so ugly.” Her chest heaved as deep sobs shook her fragile frame. It felt like something broke inside me. Like my heart was caught between two magnets, being squeezed by a force I couldn’t control. 

“No, Mom, no, you’re beautiful.” The words made her cry harder, and she looked around -- I could tell she was worried her neighbors would hear her crying. Always concerned about the opinions of others.

To be fair, she isn’t beautiful anymore. Her bones jut out on her collarbone, and if you touch her back, you can feel her spine protruding. Her hair was greasy and flat like it hadn’t been washed in a week. She seems to be wasting away, her skin sagging off of her since she’s constantly dehydrated.  

She looks like she’s dying, and death is ugly. Death is the most hideous thing I can imagine. It’s the opposite of life, it’s the absence of life. And life is beautiful. Or at least, it can be. I do try to hold on to the few pieces of optimism I can. One is that life is/can be beautiful. 

At my wedding, my mom read the quote, "The world is full of beauty when your heart is full of love." And I certainly agree.

But I realized that the beauty I'd seen in my mom before all of this decay came from my love for her. She was so generous, so giving, she had a big heart and was very sensitive. She had a laugh like mine that was both easily recognizable and often heard. But my mom has no love in her heart for herself, so she sees no beauty.

As a teenager and young(er) adult, I had no love for myself. I had internalized all the comments about my snacking, snide remarks about my outfits, and hatred of fatness. The way she spoke to me was just an extension of how she spoke to herself. My foundational relationship to myself had not been built on respect or love. It had been built on disappointment, guilt, shame, and hatred. Sometimes I feel like it’s the reason I found myself in so many situations where the hair on my arms was raised, where I could sense the malintent, the manipulative ambition. I still catch myself thinking like that. 

We all inherit our parent’s shit to some extent. Whether it’s literally an inherited mental illness, or just some sort of thing that sets us off, every human alive has beef with their parents about something. It’s a people-pleaser’s worst nightmare, to be a parent. No matter what you do, you’ll fuck up somehow. It’s a guarantee. 

Yesterday, I had to deal with my mom’s shit. Literally and metaphorically. I am going to have to continue to deal with her shit, both literally and metaphorically for a while. Eventually, I won’t literally have to deal with it, but that means that she’s dead. The real her died a long time ago, I think. Maybe even before I was born. She had a whole life before I was in it, and sometimes I feel guilty for being the opportunity cost of freedom. Maybe she would have been happier if she’d waited, met someone else, adopted on her own, or just didn’t have kids. We’ll never know, but my brain loves those questions. Those questions are bones for my brain to sharpen its teeth with. 

So, this New Year’s Eve, I’ll be toasting to one day feeling at peace with the shit I have to deal with, and hopefully one day, it’ll just be my own.

[writingtheskies12147]

Buzz buzz motherfucker let’s GO!!

He let his head fall against the wall with a soft thump.

Ow.

His hands shook where they held his knee, which was not helping the pain.

Thank the Ancients he managed to dodge the knife before it nicked his face; he did not want to explain that scar to his parents.

Not that they would notice.

Come on, that’s not fair. They’re busy!

Busy trying to End him.

The door to the bathroom opened before his thoughts could spiral deeper.

He found that happening a lot.

“Daniel?”

Vlad fucking Masters.

He mustered up the energy to glare, but he couldn’t do much else.

He was tired.

So tired.

“Skulker again?” The older halfa tilted his head a little too far to be human.

“Should tighten his leash, Fruitloop.”

“I’m afraid he is no longer under my employ. After that incident with Pariah…”

He huffed.

Vlad lowered himself to one knee—which was shocking because these floors? Absolutely disgusting. Danny would know. He has to patch himself up in them every other day.

“It looks dislocated.”

At the reminder, his knee twinged.

He winced. “Dodged a knife. Got kicked into a roof.”

“I saw.”

For fuck’s sake…

He turned away. Here comes the lecture, or the ‘if you would let me teach you, Daniel’ speech, or an insult, or—

“Straighten your leg.”

He blinked. “What?”

Vlad looked at him like he was slow. “Straighten. Your leg.”

“I can’t.”

“Try.”

Okay then…

He only managed to slide his foot an inch before hissing in pain.

“More.”

“It hurts,” he snapped.

“Come now, Little Badger. I’ve done worse to you, and you’ve managed to shrug it off.” His grin fell. “Straighten your leg, or I will do it for you.”

He wanted to tell the man to fuck off back to his office.

Vlad even raised an eyebrow like he was expecting it.

But Danny was tired, and he hurt, and he didn’t get much sleep last night, and Jazz had accidentally hit him in the head with her bag that morning, and the lights were making his skin itch, and and—

Vlad grabbed his ankle.

“Okay! Okay.”

He straightened his leg, biting his tongue the entire way.

When Vlad moved his hands to hold near his knee, he recognized the position.

Is he…helping me?

“On three.”

He knew that trick.

But he nodded with a deep breath.

“One…”

CLICK!

He covered his mouth to keep the yell quiet.

Ancients, why did today have to suck so bad?

“Try not to put weight on it before you get home. Use that flight you love so much.”

Tears burned in his eyes.

Vlad looked confused.

When the first muffled sob escaped his palm, his eyes went wide.

Danny just hid behind his other knee.

Crying like a baby in front of Vlad over a bad day. Get it together!

“What’s wrong, Daniel?”

He shook his head.

A hand gently—he didn’t know the man could be gentle in any respect—squeezed his shoulder.

The touch make the tears burn faster.

“I’m so tired, Vlad. I just…I want to go home.”

But his home wasn’t safe anymore. He didn’t want that home.

He wanted the home everyone talked about in movies, or in stories, where everything stopped and you could just be with family, and friends, and anyone else. Where Mom would wrap him in a blanket, and Dad would carry him to his room, and Jazz would make some food and no one would be mad he had food in his room. Where they would just love him.

He wanted to go to that home.

Vlad pulled him into a hug.

He ran hot.

It…felt nice against his cold skin.

Once he’d calmed down enough that the tears had stopped, Vlad spoke.

“You will be excused for the rest of the day.”

What?

“But, Mr. Lancer—“

“I will convince him to overlook your absence.”

“Vlad…”

He could hear the eye roll. “There will be no Overshadowing. Just a conversation. I am capable of those.”

“Shocker.”

They moved apart.

“Jasmine will bring you your supplies when the school day is over. For now, go home and rest.”

Vlad had to be up to something.

But he was too tired to look for what it could be.

So tired.

“Okay.”

You know what? I’m actually pretty proud of this for coming to me at 2 am. I’m going to sleep now.

Danny Phantom Randomness (Principal Masters)

Not sure if this idea has been used in the phandom before, probably not since it’s a pretty common for the principal of a school in a cartoon to be the antagonist in some way, but I thought I’d share it anyways. So here’s what I’m thinking. Personally I think it would have made a lot more sense for Vlad to switch tactics and double down on trying to win Danny over instead of going full cookie-cutter-bad-guy-that-wants-to-rule-the-world after cloning him failed which would make him realize that his little badger really is one of a kind and what he has can’t be replicated.

Up until this point Vlad’s been making Danny’s life more difficult instead of easier which was his whole sales pitch when they first met…

Vlad: Daniel, stop. Think about the things I could show you, the doors I could open for you. You, Danny Phantom, and I, Vlad Plasmius. Together, we could rule.

Then there’s these comments Vlad made to Danny in Reign Storm…

Vlad: Sneak attack, very good, Daniel.You’re getting more like me with every battle.

Danny: I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU!

Vlad: Oh, you’re not? Using your powers to get back at people you don’t like? Throwing the first punch? You’re more like me than you know.

I’m so disappointed this didn’t develop into something more interesting where Danny starts to genuinely worry he’s becoming too much like Vlad which would have made the events of The Ultimate Enemy twice as cool because it’d be like a glimpse of that reality where he’d actually become worse than Vlad. But, back to the topic at hand! I’ve mentioned this in a few of my fanfics but I think the whole cloning thing was more of a desperate attempt to get Danny on his side since Vlad never really made any serious attempts to tempt him to join willingly and just spent the whole time bashing Jack and telling Danny he’d be a better father.

With that in mind, rather than being a petty rich bully after Danny gets Vlad’s mansion destroyed in Season 3 what if Vlad decided to put his foot down to “re-educate” him so to speak? What I mean by that is instead of running for Mayor of Amity Park, why didn’t Vlad try to replace the principal of Casper High? For one thing it would have ACTUALLY made sense because the position doesn’t require living somewhere for more than 6 months and its purely based on their education and teaching experience. And I think overshadowing the right people on a smaller scale would make it more believable than the whole Mayor thing.

Vlad could of course still be a jerk about a lot of things to get back at Danny like force the whole dress code thing, however, it would have been an interesting twist if when Danny comes to Vlad to apologize and ask for a truce he graciously accepts which totally throws Danny for a loop. Why? Because that was the plan all along! Vlad wanted Danny to learn there are consequences to his actions, realized that fighting him is counterproductive, and on top of that, to actually show how much easier he could make Danny’s life by letting him become a part of it.

Honestly, I absolutely love the idea of him unexpectedly becoming the cranky overprotective type kind of like what you see in this amazing comic strip by @lilianade-comics​: https://www.tumblr.com/lilianade-comics/703807353584320512/aw-man-dont-you-hate-it-when-your-arch-enemy?source=share

Think about it. If Vlad started to make Jack look bad without actively insulting him to make Danny finally get fed up with being hunted by his parents to the point where he’d reluctantly go there just to catch his breath once the two of them agree to a cease fire. Trouble with the high school bullies? In comes Uncle Vlad who happens to be the richest man in the world and a close personal friend of the Fenton family so Danny’s off limits. Ghost attack? Vlad helps cover up Danny disappearing to fight them or even scares them off if he has an important test that day. The list goes on on what Vlad could do to either make Danny’s life a living hell in a more personalized way by invading his school life or a lot better depending on their interactions at Casper High.

Long story short its basically using the idea that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar and all that so seeing Vlad gradually start doing nice things for Danny from time to time might help change his tune. Because deep down Danny DOES want to learn more about being half-ghost, but he refuses to accept Vlad’s offer to join him because he hasn’t really done anything to make it appealing. Vlad’s always insulting Danny and his father so if you ask me, giving him the praise he doesn’t get at home or at school could change so much between them…

Vlad’s just gotta be smarter about it.

Obviously Danny would be suspicious if Vlad started acting too nice to him right away so the changes would be gradual. And whenever he goes to Vlad for help or at the very least asks if he’ll cut him some slack Vlad will reward him for coming to him first. Especially because unlike his parents, Vlad knows exactly how much he’s dealing with and I’d love it if what started off as a plan to manipulate Danny transformed into an actual student and mentor relationship leading into a redemption arc instead of whatever Season 3 was.

And there you have it. Principal Masters AU anyone?

[ficsforeren]

Keep It Between Us

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader X Jean Kirstein

Genre: Idol AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor

Summary: Eren and Jean are one of the hottest male idols working in the industry right now, but honestly? You’re tired of their antics. You’ve been working as their personal assistant for three months and your patience is about to snap. One night, with cocky smirks and leering eyes, they invite you over for a drink. You smile. It’s time for your revenge.

Warnings: threesome, rough and unprotected sex, food play, daddy kink, degradation kink, humiliation, cream pie, slapping, spanking, spitting, choking, use of a leash, oral sex (blow jobs and cunnilingus), fingering, hand job, praising, hard dom Eren, switch reader (but more of a dom) and sub Jean with EreJean being chaotic bisexuals.

Word Count: 20K+ (I'm so sorry, I need to include plot to make their threesome believable)

AN: Dedicating this fic to my most favorite person in the world, Sandra (@smfics), who's having her birthday today! 🎉🎉🎉This is part of her Reader's in Charge collab too. Thank you for giving me the opportunity, babe! I had so much fun writing this one, this is probably my filthiest fic so far lmao. Idol Ren will also show up in her fic called A Little Too Personal so if you want to see some seggsy times between him and CEO Ren, don't miss that one too!

Poster art by the talented @viii0_8 on Twitter (use with permission)

“You want us to do what?”

“Suck each other off.”

It’s their first time witnessing a filthy smirk written on your face. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, you’re dressed in nothing but your lacy lingerie, your breasts fully exposed. You have your legs crossed with your palms settled on the sheets, leaning back with your chin tilted up in vanity. You’re exuding confidence; a thick layer of enticement fogging your enchanting eyes.

Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein, two talented idols from an infamous four-member group named AXIS, eye you up and down, almost gawking at the sight. A hungry look flits through their faces, wanting nothing more but to wipe that conceited smile off your lips. They’re so used to being wanted, of having their names screamed by their fans, that they are left stupefied when the girl they want seems to stay unfazed under their lustful stare.

You meet the intensity of their gazes with your mischievous one, loving the way they’re dancing in the palm of your hand. You’re done acting as their silly little doll. The strings have been cut off and now it’s time for you to become their puppeteer.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a threesome,” Jean says, “But this is not how it works, Sweetheart.” His usual cocky smirk remains intact but with the plans you have in mind, it won’t stay there for long.

“It’s either his cock in your mouth and my cock in your cunt,” Eren joins in. Unlike Jean, his smirk is impish. Boyish. Bratty. “Or the other way around.”

“Oh, stop being so predictable.” You roll your eyes, but it’s playful. Combined with your little crooked grin? Seductive. “Let’s have fun.”

“If by fun, you mean having this asshole’s cock in my mouth,” Jean snorts. “Then, no thanks.”

Eren chortles cynically. “Yeah, it wouldn’t fit anyway.”

“What did you say, Jaeger?”

“I’m saying my cock is bigger than your ego and that’s saying something. What, you got a problem with that, Horseface?”

“You fucking—” Jean stops short when he notices you’re shifting in your seat.

Both men’s attention instantly lands on the way you’re spreading your legs, giving them enough glimpse of your bright red embroidered thong panty. Your lingerie looks amazing on you, the color complimenting your skin so much, it makes their throbbing lengths strain against their jeans. It doesn’t leave much room for their imagination to wander, but that’s exactly what they want to see. They don’t want to just imagine holding you. They want to fuck your brains out.

“When I said fun,” you coo, running your tongue across your lower lip, making it glisten beautifully under the dim, yellowish light of their hotel room. “I meant…” Tarrying, you slide your fingers down your stomach. Making their way to settle between your thighs, you rub your clothed heat, letting out a low, “Mmm,” as you keep your gazes locked. “Having you both fuck me at the same time.” You let your jaw drop slightly, enough to let them take a peek at your tongue. “And I wasn’t talking about having you in my mouth.”

You, right now, are sexier than any girl—than any porn they’ve ever seen. Eren, especially, after going through weeks of wanting to know how fucking sweet you would taste on his tongue, is about to lose it.

There are two seconds of silence where you can practically hear their thoughts running a thousand miles per hour, then—

“Wait!” Jean’s face nearly bursts into flames when his bandmate turns to face him, hasty hands working on his belt. “No—stop—” Eren harshly yanks his belt out of his loops, tossing it to the floor before his fingers work on Jean’s zipper. “Eren—What the fuck are you doing?!”

The brunette grabs a fistful of the other man’s shirt, yanking him down by the collar. “Improvising,” Eren states, a moment before their mouths collide.

But let’s stop there for a second.

Now, you must be wondering, how the hell did I get myself into this situation? How did you manage to get the two hottest idols working in the industry wrapped around your fingers? How did you get the world’s two straightest men to toss their sexuality aside under your command?

Let’s go back in time, shall we?

***

Three months ago, you were just a normal college student—just as broke, just as tired, just as single. And frustrated. In more ways than one—no, perhaps even in every way. You were doing okay with your grades but other than that? You were screwed. You barely had any friends, you had family issues just like any other teen out there, and what’s worse was that you needed money to pay for your college tuition fee, otherwise you couldn’t graduate. And you didn’t just spend three years in that shithole just to not graduate in the end.

So, obviously, you started looking for a job. You were ready to take a late-night shift at a local diner when your phone rang. It was truly a blessing, you thought, when your aunt’s name showed up on the screen. “Are you free this summer?” She queried with nothing but weariness in her voice. You felt sorry, sure, but her being that exhausted only meant one thing: money. “I could really use your help.”

Your aunt was a manager, hired by CMN Entertainment. What did she manage? Idols.

Ever since three years ago, she had been working together with CMN’s latest rising star—a talented group called AXIS. You’d seen them enough on TV, though you wouldn’t call yourself a fan, at least not a hardcore one. You felt like it was too old for you to drool over cute boys dancing to electronic pop music. And their merchandises were also expensive as fuck. You weren’t ready to live the hard life of being a fangirl.

“My body literally can’t take it anymore,” she sighed. “I got offers from a lot of people, begging the boys to do interviews with them, or perform on their shows, or drink some questionable sodas for these damn summer commercials. I need to deal with all the meetings. Not to mention I have to arrange their schedules too. Every member has their own gigs now and I am losing my mind.”

You smiled, seemingly sweet but utterly wicked. “And how may I help you?”

“Can you be my assistant? I need you to take care of the boys, just for three months. Once the summer ends, they won’t be as busy as they are now so you can leave if you want to. It’s really simple. You just have to get their coffees, order food for them, deliver their costumes, and drive them places. And just, you know, do what they ask you to do.”

Now, that didn’t sound so bad at all, did it? The payment was good, and you’d get to return to your dorm by the end of summer. Three months with four cute boys who wore sexy outfits on the stage. This should be fun, you giggled, almost evilly in your head. They seemed so kind and adorable when you saw them on TV, always smiling during their concerts, treating their fans like they were friends during fan meetings. Out of all the boy bands that were working in the industry right now, AXIS was one of the very few groups that seemed genuinely humble.

So when you strolled inside the building of CMN Entertainment, you had the biggest smile plastered on your face. You were so excited to begin your friendship with four young celebrities whose popularity was escalating quickly not just within the country, but overseas too. You felt proud and lucky, but mostly proud. By the end of this job, you would totally brag about it non-stop to your friends. Hell, you’d probably even gloat about it to the next stranger you met on the street. “Guess who’s the lucky bitch who gets to see AXIS’ bare faces in the morning? Me.” It may sound a bit creepy, but it would be a great conversation starter, nonetheless.

Within a matter of three days, however, you realized that fun was not the right term. Torture was more like it.

Eren Jaeger, Jean Kirstein, Armin Arlert, Marco Bodt. You weren’t sure why the hell did they choose the word AXIS to be their group name, but it was clearly not an acronym for their names. They were the boys you had to assist for about ninety days from now. But you weren’t their assistant. You were their fucking slave.

Now, to be fair, Armin and Marco—these two were truly sweethearts. They greeted you with a smile the second you were introduced to them by your aunt—who left hurriedly to take a call after saying literally three lines. When you offered Armin your hand, he took it and reciprocated with the warmest, teddy bear hug you had ever received from a boy. Marco had the cutest freckles on his face, and he laughed wholeheartedly when you told him that you thought those were just make-up to make him seem unique. “You’re brutally honest, aren’t you?” he spoke fondly. He bent his head down so you could take a closer look, even let you poke his cheek if you wanted to.

They whipped out their phones, typing down your numbers in their emergency contact list. You saw Armin adding a smiley emoji after your name and when he saw you noticing, he blushed a little. “I do that to all my friends’ names,” he explained diffidently. “It makes me feel less awkward whenever I have to call them. Is it weird?”

You mirrored his smile. “I do the same thing. But instead of adding emojis, I just create nicknames for them.”

“Oh, then create one for me!” His cerulean eyes lit up beautifully. You were the same age as the boys, but Armin seemed five years younger.

Marco slung his arm around his shoulders, chiming in, “Me too, me too.”

“Sure.” You beamed. “Then Armin will be Bambi, ‘cause you’re literally a sweet, gentle baby deer in human form, I won’t even argue about it. And you,” you gestured toward the other boy, “You will be Freckles.”

Marco scrunched his nose cutely. “Why do I always get the most obvious, boring nickname out there?”

“Fine, then you’ll be Mini Santa.”

Not soon after, you proceeded to do your first job: bring them their coffees. When you asked about their orders, Armin and Marco simply answered with, “Iced Americano, please?” and “A mochaccino would be great, thank you.” They made their requests politely with a smile, genuinely thanking you for the inconvenience. You felt warmth spreading in your chest. They were angels.

But the other two boys. Now, they were the devils. No, they are the most atrocious, vile, infuriating little cacodemons who, somehow, managed to crawl their ways up from the deepest pit of hell. Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein. Honest to God, there had been no men—or women—in your life that had ever tested your patience this much over the course of thirty minutes.

Their looks were out-worldly, that was the initial thought that entered your mind when you saw them in person for the first time. You had always thought that they were handsome, but when you saw them in real life, they were ethereal. Eren had the greenest, prettiest eyes you had ever seen in a man. Not that you had seen a lot of men, but your point still stood. His dark brown hair looked so soft—probably softer than a baby’s ass, for the lack of a better metaphor—and his eyelashes were long, beautifully so. If it wasn’t because of his strong, masculine jawlines, his high cheekbones, and obviously, the thing hanging between his legs, he could’ve passed as a woman. He could’ve passed as a woman and could be prettier than you.

You remembered that his hair used to be long enough to cascade down to his shoulders, but his hair stylist recently did something new. They have trimmed his strands just a little so that the ends of his locks fall just a couple of inches below his jawlines. He still wore it in a bun, every now and then, as it was his iconic look. People even started calling it “The Jaeger'' when they went to the barbershop, hoping to copy his style but ended up looking like acorns in the end. None of them could sport a bun as hot as he did.

He was the Visual of The Group, their fans called him as if that was a real position. He was AXIS' lead dancer, talented enough for his skills to be praised by popular choreographers around the world. The company made him the center of attention, always dressing him in the sexiest, questionable outfits on stage—sometimes, even more revealing than what Beyonce would wear. One time, he wore a crop top with a leash wrapped around his neck and silver chains circling his waist and he broke the internet. His name trended on Twitter for three consecutive days with hundreds of thirst tweets popping up every hour. Now, with the new haircut and the simple, black hoodie he was wearing, he seemed more boyish than sexy, which was a nice, fresh change. There was no way you’d think someone who looked as sweet as Eren Jaeger would turn out to be incarnate of Lucifer himself.

Let’s move on to the other fiend: Jean Kirstein. He was tall. You’d never seen an asshole this gigantic in your twenty-one years of living. He was stunning, all of them were, but Jean reeked with so much masculinity, he was basically a walking version of Kouros by Yves Saint Laurent—the manliest fragrance out there, no doubt. He had a mullet, which you thought was a fashion disaster at first but this man… Damn. He rocked that hairstyle like Elvis Presley had rocked his. You could tell that he could grow a beard if he wanted to, but he shaved his stubbles every day to make him look younger on the screen (because if he had sported a beard, he'd probably look like Armin's dad and no one wanted to be mistaken dancing to sexy routines on the stage with their son).

Armin and Marco were the lead and main vocals of the group, while Jean was their leader. He was the one in charge during interviews and press conferences, but that was not all. What he was truly in charge of was being sexy. It felt dumb if you said it out loud as there was no such position, but he was. The company designed him to be that way. Eren seduced his audience with his sexy expressions—or his dangerous hip thrusts—on the stage, but he had never taken his shirt off for fanservice (as he was already barely wearing any, to begin with, but that was not the point). The point was, Jean did that every fucking time. If he was wearing a button-up shirt, he would rip it open by the end of the song. If he was wearing a normal shirt, he would still rip it open by the end of the song—maybe even from the start if he was having a good day. You read once on the internet that a thirteen-year-old girl brought her mother to see their concert, and she was dragged home by her ear as soon as Jean turned the show into his personal strip club. You weren’t even remotely surprised. You just hoped you were there to see it live.

Eren and Jean didn’t even bother to remember your name. When you introduced yourself, the brunette yawned, slouching on his swivel chair. Jean, who sat on his opposite, was busy smirking at his phone, probably looking at the nudes his groupies sent him. But it was okay. You didn’t think too much about it. You were shocked, sure, especially after the cordial treatment you had received from Armin and Marco, but you wouldn't hold a grudge against them.

“I’m heading to the coffee shop, do you guys need anything?” You asked them with a smile. Back then on your first day, you hadn’t known any better. You thought they were going to give their answers as simple as Armin and Marco did. So when Eren sank further into his chair, crossed his legs, and propped his cheek on his knuckles as he stared flatly at you, you didn’t think his answer would be, “An iced Ristretto, ten shot, venti, with breve, five pump vanilla, seven pump caramel, four Splenda, and poured, not shaken.”

You blinked your eyes, staring dumbly. “Sorry, what?”

He sighed, looking like giving out his order was the most exhausting job a man had ever had to do. “If you still need me to repeat this one more time, I’m gonna have to tell the manager to get me another assistant because you suck at your job.”

You staggered, swallowing thickly. “I’m sorry.”

“Eren,” Armin scolded him. You noticed that whenever Armin was upset, he looked like an angry toy poodle. “That’s not nice.” Eren returned his chastise with a groan, while the blonde-haired boy sent you an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Eren has severe mood swings in the morning. You’ll get used to it, I hope?”

“Or you can just quit,” Jean offered, giving you a once-over. “I mean, you’re pretty, but so do hundreds of other girls who would die to get this job. If you can’t even get our coffees right, then maybe you should walk away.” Without giving you a chance to debate his words, he rose from his chair. He walked closer, towering above you as he stood before you. Fuck, you thought, he does smell like Kouros by Yves Saint Laurent. Only ten times better. He trapped your chin between his thumb and index finger, angling your face upward as he raked his eyes over your features. “Unless,” he murmured, his lips curving up in a waggish grin, his eyes ricocheting to your lips. “There’s something else you’re good at?”

His breath fanned your skin, and you knew just how many of your friends would turn to puddles if they were in your shoes. But you were not one of them. No matter how attractive he was, or how good he smelled (like camphorous eucalyptus and tart bergamot, spreading out in cool waves on the skin, goddamn) you would never allow a man to talk to you like that.

You swatted his hand away, not too harshly—‘cause, unfortunately, your life literally depended on this job—but enough to leave him dumbfounded. “I’ll get them right,” you said through gritted teeth. “May I have your order, Mr. Kirstein?”

Jean loved it. He loved the fire in you. “Iced venti caramel macchiato,” he said, and you hurriedly rummaged through your bag, searching for your phone to type down his order. “Fifteen pumps of vanilla syrup, made with heavy whipping cream, barely any ice, one shot, add whip, and extra caramel drizzle.”

Your thumbs were running like wildfire on the screen, trying to keep up with him. There must have been something you missed but you knew if you asked him to reiterate his order, he would mock you non-stop about it. So, you didn’t.

You turned your head to Eren. “And you, Mr. Jaeger?”

Eren’s eyes were half-lidded, filled with boredom. “Venti vanilla latte, nonfat milk—”

“Wait, that doesn’t sound like what you ordered before. I thought you were ordering Ri… stretto…” Your voice faltered, noticing that he was this close at snapping at you again. “Right, sorry. It’s your drink, you can order whatever you want to—anyway, what was it again?”

You returned twenty-six minutes later carrying four tall cups of coffee in one hand, and a bag of sandwiches and blueberry muffins in the other. They didn’t ask for the food but you thought their show was going to start in an hour and you weren’t sure if they had breakfast yet (yes, despite your cheeky attitude, you did have a soft heart for these boys Armin and Marco). You hurriedly marched back into their waiting room, a thin layer of sweat coating your temple. “Okay, so one mochaccino for Bambi.” You handed Armin his cup with a smile, still somewhat breathless after all the running you did. “One iced americano for Freckles.”

“I thought it was Mini Santa.”

“Right. Mini Santa. Sorry.” You grinned, giving him his drink. Marco and Armin exchanged silent messages as they locked their stares, making you frown. “W-what is it? Did I do something wrong?”

They switched their drinks. “Nothing,” they both said and you smacked yourself on the forehead.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you grimaced. “You ordered the simplest thing and I still mixed up your names.”

But these boys just simply laughed it off. “Please, it’s just coffee,” Armin tittered, “And believe me, a lot of people got it wrong too. I think it’s partially because I look like this that they’d expect me to favor something sweeter.”

“And I look mature enough to not have a sweet tooth, but I do.” Marco patted your head like how a big brother would do. “Take it easy, shorty. No need to apologize.”

“Okay,” you breathed out in relief. “I swear, I’ll be better next time.” You focused back on the last two drinks. “All right. Venti vanilla latte, nonfat milk, whipped cream, seven Splendas; six mixed in, one sprinkled on top of the whipped cream—” You stopped to take a breath. “—to make it crunchy.” Just reading his order out loud almost left you wheezing. You didn’t want to remember the funny look the barista gave you when you described it to them. “For Mr. Eren Jaeger.” You offered him his cup with two hands, dramatically bowing your head as low as possible as you did it. “Here you go, My Lord.”

Armin giggled at your antic but Eren took his drink without a word, and unlike Marco who immediately took a sip of his coffee to show his gratitude, Eren left it abandoned on his desk, simply returning to his phone, yawning again.

You let out a harsh breath, reminding yourself to be patient. You read Jean’s order next, but before you could finish, you found him snickering at you. You stopped, almost throwing ice daggers at him with your eyes if you hadn't been careful. “Is there something funny, Mr. Kirstein?”

Jean stood up from the couch, placing his phone in the back pocket of his jeans as he made his way toward the door. When he walked past you, he laid a hand on your head, “I don’t drink coffee, Sweetheart. Might want to do some research before you take the job.” And he left.

You thought the Lord was testing you, but He hadn’t even begun.

The first month was absolute torment. You thought it was because you were still adjusting to your new work environment and their personalities, but no, you were certain that it was because Eren and Jean did not understand the difference between your office hours and your leave-me-the-fuck-alone time. Your working hours were inconsistent, fluctuating based on their schedule and that was okay as you had been informed from the start. But you were paid to assist them for only forty hours a week. And with the way it was going, that was not the case.

It was two in the fucking morning when your phone vibrated under your pillow. With bleary eyes and the biggest scowl your face had ever formed in your life, you checked on your screen. Devil Incarnate #2 was calling you.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Jean’s gravelly voice echoed from the other line. He still hadn’t remembered your name, alternating to calling you with endearing terms—like Sweetheart or Darling—but always in a slightly degrading way. Sometimes, like right now, he did it flirtatiously, which felt kind of icky to you. But most of the time, he was just downright irritating. “I’m glad you picked up. Were you sleeping?”

“Oh, no, I was chatting with your mom. She’s awfully close with Eren, don’t you think? Might be a little too close, if you know what I mean.”

The smirk in his voice vanished almost instantly. “That’s not funny.”

“Please tell me this is not a booty call. I don't plan on castrating someone this early in the morning."

He chuckled. “There’s no need for that, I already have one sucking on my dick right now. Literally.” You could hear him turning away slightly from the phone, praising, “Yes, darling, you’re doing such a great job. Close your mouth around the tip for Daddy? Mmm, yeah, just like that.” He returned to his phone. “You’re still there?”

“Only physically.” If you weren’t too tired, you would’ve made a thorough plan on how to dump his dead body in the sewer. “Why are you calling again?”

“I need you to run to the store and grab me some condoms.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me, Jean.”

“Is that the way to speak to your employer?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You gotta be fucking kidding me, Mr. Kirstein.”

“Yeah, ah, that’s more like it,” he moaned. You frowned, vomit rising to your throat when Jean quickly added, “I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Oh, thank God. Never been so scared in my life before.”

“I don’t even know if you’re amusing or annoying.”

“Well, I do have my charm.”

You could imagine him rolling his eyes. “Anyway, I’m gonna need two condoms. No, three. Actually, four, you can’t be too careful. You know what, why don’t you just grab me a dozen of those. Oh, also, try different flavors too. They dig it.”

“They?”

“Yeah, I got another one coming over in about ten min—Hey, there you are! You’re early. Wait, baby girl, Daddy’s on the phone. Why don’t you get yourself all ready and wet for me, yeah?” The seduction and thrill in his voice returned to his previous grumble when he spoke to you. “You’re still there?”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I am. Feel like my soul just left my body.”

“You can do that after you get my condoms. You know which one to buy, right?”

“Glyde Slimfit? Tiny condom for tiny dick?”

“For your boyfriend, maybe,” he sneered. “No, darling. Durex XXL.”

“Bullshit.” You snorted loudly. “What are you, a horse? There’s no way you have a cock that huge.”

“Would you like to see for yourself, Sweetheart?”

“Jesus—” You ended the call, so tempted at throwing your phone against the wall but you remembered that you were broke. The digital clock on your nightstand showed it was 02.24 am, and the building they were staying in was fifteen minutes drive away from your apartment, but that was not the problem. How did the line, “And just, you know, do what they ask you to do,” turn into you, a single girl who hadn’t had sex in such a long time, running to Seven Eleven to buy a dozen of extra-large condoms at two in the morning?

So that was Devil Incarnate number 2. Let’s go to Devil Incarnate number 1.

Within the first week of working, you soon realized that Eren liked to call you with the most random nicknames he could come up with, and it’d always differ from time to time. If he had something sweet during breakfast, he’d call you Pancake or Muffin. If he had seen a bird flying near his window that day, he’d call you Tweety. He’d called you Fluffy during your fifth day of work, and you thought he was referring to your hair—you did style it that way that day. But when you asked him about it, he just scoffed and said, “No. I just thought you look like my dog. Her name’s Fluffy.”

“Oh, so you own a Shih Tzu?”

“No. A pug.”

Armin wasn’t kidding when he told you Eren had severe mood swings. He could be cold and bitter in the morning, and all bright and smiley by lunch. But happy Eren did not always mean pleasant-to-be-around Eren, you learned. When he was stressed out, he'd always turn into his broody-vampire mode, just basically seething and glaring at everyone around him. You literally could just breathe a little louder than usual and he would tell you to shut the fuck up, people in China could hear you. But as Armin said, you had to get used to it and you did. You had the patience of a saint, it turned out. What you couldn’t get used to was when he was happy.

Because happy Eren meant flirty Eren and flirty Eren meant danger.

It wasn’t like you were attracted to bad boys—or what’s the term people use these days? Fuck boys? Anyway, no, you were twenty-one years old. You were a mature woman. You weren’t looking for a boyfriend; you wanted to find someone you could settle down with. But when Eren showed up out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and landing his chin on your shoulder as he whispered, “Hey, Muffin,” right next to your fucking ear, what the hell were you supposed to do?

Not blushing, that was for sure. “Please don’t touch me, ” you uttered, keeping your voice—and your everything else—composed.

This wasn’t the first time he flirted with you but it was the first time he touched you. A month had passed and he had never even shaken your hand once—not even during your first meeting. And then here he was, embracing you from behind like a boyfriend you hadn’t had for months. You couldn’t deny the way your heart was racing, but at least you kept your face controlled.

“Hmm…” He purred. His husky voice was so pleasing to hear, not that you would admit it out loud. “Why not?”

“Because we’re in public and this is highly inappropriate.” Saying the word public might be an exaggeration as there were only two of you in the dressing room at the moment. The door was open, though, so if anyone was passing the hallway, they would notice. The other boys had left to wait near the backstage, doing a final check on their microphones before the show started.

“So, you’re saying it’s okay to do this,” he hugged you just a little bit tighter. “If we were alone?”

“Keep your hands off me or I swear to God, I’ll punch your pretty face.”

“Ah, so you think I’m pretty. Why am I not surprised?”

You really did throw a punch. He was just fast enough to dodge it. Eren giggled, breaking away from you. At this point, he was well-adjusted to the snarkiness in your attitude, or your little—but deadly—punches. He moved to lean his back against the wall, observing you with natural temptation in his eyes, hands buried in the pocket of his pants. He was dressed handsomely in his stage outfit. They were doing a James Bond concept for their new comeback single, so he no longer had to wear revealing clothes on the stage at least for a month from now. But somehow, the sight of him wearing a three-piece black suit and matching leather gloves, made you feel even more… arou—

Okay, let’s not go there, you mentally slapped yourself. “Why aren’t you backstage?”

“I was but then I noticed you weren’t there. So, I came here to check on you.” He tilted up his chin, smirking. “Wouldn’t want my favorite assistant to get hurt. Or seduced by another man.”

“Hmm, how very chivalrous of you,” you muttered blankly, keeping yourself busy with your phone. It wasn't just a way to avoid him, though. You had to learn their schedules for the rest of the week to avoid making mistakes. “Well, Mr. Jaeger, I can assure you that no one in this building would find me attractive so you can run along and return to the stage now. You need to perform in twenty minutes.” You sighed wearily when you realized that you hadn’t picked up their outfits for tomorrow’s photoshoot. “I need to make a call.” You made your way to the door, about to exit the room when Eren clamped his fingers around your wrist, stopping you.

“I think you’re wrong,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“When you said no man would find you attractive, I think you’re wrong.” His lips twitched up in a delicate smile, and he seemed so innocent, like a little boy facing his first crush. “I think you’re smart. You’re adorably annoying and annoyingly adorable at the same time.” When he chuckled, it sounded sheepish. His hand slid down from your wrist to your fingers, gently playing with them with his own. He watched the way they brushed, his face was unguarded. “And I think you’re beautiful.” He looked up at you from behind his bangs. “Especially your eyes, they’re… They’re breathtaking.”

You swallowed. Okay, what the fuck is going on? “That is the most cliche pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”

He tipped his head cutely to the side. “I was just being honest, though?”

Your eyes glanced briefly at the part where your skin touched his. You had become way more conscious of it than you were supposed to. You exhaled heavily. “What did I say about keeping your hands away from me?”

“Listen, I want to apologize,” he voiced, sounding unfamiliarly solemn. “For the way I’ve been behaving these last few weeks. I’ve been… I haven’t been in a very good mood lately.”

“Yeah.” You noticed how he still hadn’t let you go, but you let him be. “You've got the emotional range of a pregnant woman. No offense to any preggos out there.”

He laughed quietly, slowly releasing his hold from you. He seemed… pensive. Uncertain. Distraught. “Is something the matter?” You asked, unconsciously rubbing your skin right at the part where he touched you before.

Eren didn’t reply right away, contemplating his answers. “Do you want to, um…” He rubbed his nape, not meeting your gaze. “I don’t know, like, go somewhere together tonight? We can go get some coffee or something.”

“And I have to stand right next to you as you make the world’s most vexing order at Starbucks? No, thanks.”

“Hey, come on.” He pouted, batting his eyelashes at you. Eren took a step forward and you moved back in response, stopping only when you had your backside pressed against the wall. “I’m trying to make it up to you here,” he said, taking another stride until his body was standing only an arms reach away from you. “Can you at least give me a chance?” He was going with that so-called puppy look. You knew its power and you would not let yourself succumb to it.

You averted your gaze. “Actually, now that I thought about it,” you replied, “It would’ve been less embarrassing to stand next to you as you tell them your order compared to having me tell them your order.”

He grinned, his crooked teeth showing. “So, is that a yes?”

“No.” You snorted, but who were you kidding? “I mean, yes. Whatever. I’ll swing by your building at seven. I have to give you your outfits for tomorrow anyway.”

“Perfect.” He leaned in and pecked your cheek before you could even register his actions. “I’ll see you at seven, Muffin.”

When he left, taking hasty steps as he headed toward backstage, you found yourself staring at his back. He tossed you a look over his shoulder, grinning when he realized you were staring and you felt your cheeks burn.

Fuck.

***

Okay, so remember when Eren asked you to “get some coffees” to “make it up to you” six hours ago? That was bullshit.

“I think we’re cool,” he told you, sitting right next to you in the car, checking on his surroundings using the rearview mirror. He wore his hair down, wearing all black from head to toe in an attempt to not stick out like a sore thumb. “Seems like we’re not being followed.”

You were perched on your driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel, feeling absolutely humiliated. “Jaeger.”

“Yeah, Bunny?”

“Bunny?”

“What, it’s the year of the rabbit.”

You punched him hard on the shoulder. Once, twice, three times until he groaned and caught your fist with one hand. “Hey, easy on the hands there. I’m not a punching bag!”

“You’re a trash bag, that’s what you are!” You beat him again with your other hand, right on his chest. “I can’t believe you tricked me into driving you to a bar so you can just hook up with some chick!”

“Bunny,” he chortled, seemingly having the time of his life, that asshole. “You didn’t think I was actually asking you on a date, did you?”

Yeah, okay, that sounds fair. It was all your fault. See, this? This is the power of his puppy eyes. “You’re a dick.”

“A dick who’s about to dick a pretty chick.” He had the audacity to throw a wink at you. “I won’t be long, I promise. I’m not that evil.”

You scoffed loudly. “Yeah, sure.”

“No, I promise.” He landed a kiss on your knuckles before he released your hand. “I’ll behave tonight. For you.” You didn’t want to say it felt like your heart just skip a beat because you’d rather die than admit it, but yes, it certainly felt that way.

“Oh, shut up, Jaeger, you’re about to sleep with a girl on my watch. This thing you’re doing—this—” You gesticulated. “That smirk, those puppy eyes, and that little kiss you just did on my hand—none of them worked on me, okay? None.”

"Yeah, sure." He imitated your earlier response, only flirtatiously.

“Step out of my car. I’m leaving.”

“You can’t leave.”

“Yes, I can. It's my car.”

“And what do you think the press is going to say when they find Eren Jaeger, the handsome lead dancer of AXIS, leaving a questionable pub at one in the morning, taking a cab alone?”

You stared back, blatantly judging him. “Did you seriously just call yourself handsome?”

“Am I wrong?”

Lord— “Fine. I’ll give you ten minutes.”

“Thirty.”

“Fifteen.”

“Forty-five.”

“Why are you increasing your—that is not how bargaining works!”

“Give me forty-five minutes and I’ll make a minute-long special video for your birthday,” he offered, followed shortly by that godforsaken smirk. “Think about it. You’ll get Eren Jaeger of AXIS congratulating you on your birthday. Think about the power you’re going to have over your friends.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, couldn't help but feel tempted. “You’re literally Lucifer.”

“Lucifer as in that DILF from the TV show Lucifer? Why, thank you.”

“Oh my God, just get out!” You shoved him away harshly by the shoulders. Cackling, Eren wore his black baseball cap and his mask, stepping out of your car with his hands sticking inside the pockets of his jacket. “Thirty minutes, Jaeger!”

“See you in fifty, Bunny.”

***

You waited for a whole. damn. hour.

Funny how despite all of that bargaining you did, you still waited for him inside your car at two in the morning, parked on the side of the road in front of a sleazy bar called Swanky Bubbles. But you know what was funnier? The fact that you had to barge in inside this sleazy bar (which literally smelled like sex, smoke, and—oh my God, is that a used condom on the table?!), wearing your favorite red dress and slingback heels (you still couldn’t believe you thought you were going on a romantic date with this fleabag. Have you been single for so long that you became that desperate?), and went to the men’s bathroom (because if he was going to fuck a girl, that would be the spot, right? Not that you’d ever done it or anything) only to find out:

“Ah, fuck, look at that dripping fucking cunt, you naughty little—”

Eren stopped mid-sentence, his green eyes were almost black when they met yours in the mirror. As expected, he was getting his dick wet. What you weren’t really expecting was the way he was fucking his girl from behind, her hands gripping tightly against the edge of the sink as she watched the way he thrust deep inside her through the mirror. Eren had his jeans hanging low on his hips, his belt unbuckled. His black shirt was pushed up, revealing a glimpse of six-pack abs—probably eight, how would you know, you never counted. You spotted his handprints on the girl’s ass, leaving angry red bruises on her milky skin. You could tell that he had been rough with her, which caused your thoughts to wander.

They both froze, the blonde girl’s face caught fire while Eren simply grinned. “Hey, Bunny,” he crooned. “Sorry, the bathroom’s occupied. I hope you’re not on the verge of doing number two.”

The fact that he could still run his mouth was beyond you. “Disappointed,” you told him, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you leaned against the doorframe. “But not surprised.”

The girl he was with tried to break away, but Eren took a hold of her wrist and pinned it behind her back. “Now, now, baby, I’m not finished with you yet,” he chuckled, his posture dominating. His voice was a mix between a sultry whisper and a growl. It was kind of… Hot.

Okay, you did not just think that.

Returning his gaze to the mirror, he smirked at you. “As you can see, I’m a little bit busy right now so I'd appreciate it if you just walk away. Unless you want to join us?”

“I gave you thirty minutes, Jaeger.”

“Aww, I thought we’d agreed that you’d wait for fifty.”

“IT’S ALREADY AN HOUR!” Great, now you were screaming at him. You needed to schedule a date with your therapist after this.

Eren sighed. “Look, as much as I enjoy being watched as I fuck, I can’t cum with you yapping your mouth. So, why don't you be a good girl and wait in the car, yeah? I’ll be with you in ten minutes.”

“Five.”

“Fifteen.”

You couldn’t. You literally couldn’t handle him. Your head would explode.

You went back into your car and you waited. You made a mental note to erase your browsing history after this because, in the last fifteen minutes, all you had been doing was searching how to sneak into a top-security apartment to strangle a fucking brat in his sleep.

When Eren stepped out of the car, his face was full of bliss. You turned the engine but he didn’t climb inside right away. Instead, he placed both palms on the hood of your car, smirking at you from underneath his cap.

“So, Bunny, about that coffee—”

You tried to run him over.

***

“Hey, can you put some music on?” Jean said, sitting on the second row of the van, right next to Eren who was sleeping soundly with his arms folded on his chest, his chin tucked. “It’s too quiet here.”

You were driving them to a five-star hotel for their next photoshoot. Armin and Marco had different schedules for the day so they took a different route, leaving you to your own devices along with these two demons who apparently found it impossible to even give you a minute of peace to yourself. Well, at least Devil Incarnate #1 was asleep. Hopefully, forever.

“Go to sleep, Jean. We still have an hour to go.”

“You want me to nag about it for an hour? Because I’ll do it.”

You took a deep breath. “Your mother never loved you, did she?”

“Why, are you trying to make it up by loving me harder than you already are?”

“Fuck you.”

“Now, you know I won’t say no to that, but—” He sighed dramatically. “All you women just keep taking advantage of me and my body. Am I really too pretty for the world?”

Yeah, he was right. Better put on some music before I lose your mind. “There.” You told him, switching on the radio and listening to whatever the DJ was playing. “Now shut up and let me drive.”

“I want to hear Nicki Minaj.”

“Well, I want to hear silence, but we can’t always get what we want now, can we?”

“I have her whole album on my phone. Turn on the Bluetooth.”

“Jean, I’m fucking driving.”

“And not really good at it. Turn it on.”

“Lord—” Trying to keep your attention on the road, you reached out your hand blindly to swipe your fingers on the screen, switching on the Bluetooth. Jean chuckled to himself, mirroring his phone to the screen. You could see his wallpaper. It was a naked picture of a girl. “Dude, what the hell?”

“Keep your eyes on the road, Sweetheart.”

Wait, now that you looked at it, it was a photo of the same person—a beautiful, Asian girl with a little scar on her right cheek—that you caught sucking on his dick before his concert a week ago. “You're still going out with Miss Sloppy? That's new.”

“Yeah, we’ve been going strong these days.” He went through his playlist, running his eyes from one track through another.

“And using her naked boobs as your wallpaper is a token of your appreciation, I suppose?”

“In the highest form.”

"You should've just given her flowers."

He snorted. "No one wants flowers these days, darling."

"I do," you told him and he spared you a glance. "Call me old school, but I think the traditional way of showing your love through flowers, or poems, or love songs—I think that's romantic." Jean simply remained silent, which made you feel uncomfortable since it felt like you just shared something personal you rarely shared with anyone else before.

The song played and you wished Jean would sing along to it so you didn't have to endure the silence—which was ironic considering how much you yearned for it a few minutes ago—but he didn’t. He didn’t even say a word when the song ended and another track played. Frowning, you took a glance of him through the rear-view mirror. You could see how Jean was leaning his back against his seat, his face turning toward the window. He was in a ruminative mood, which was the first time you had ever seen him in. His eyes had lost their usual puckish glow, growing vacant.

You called out his name, your voice unusually soothing that you were surprised with yourself. “You can take a nap if you want to. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“I’m not sleepy.”

“I think it’s best to catch some rest.”

“Stop sounding like my mother,” he said, a little bit firmer than usual. Unlike Eren, Jean rarely snapped at you. His voice, though rough, was always melodious when he talked to you, as if he was flirting, even though you knew it was just his way to irk you up. He sounded a bit tense now, maybe even upset.

You paused, giving into silence and he noticed the tension that stretched in the air. Releasing a heavy breath, he ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry,” he said, keeping his eyes on the scenery outside his window. “I just…” He never finished.

There hadn’t been enough chances for you and Jean to know each other better. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to. You just thought it would make things awkward to suddenly converse about personal matters, especially when the only interaction you two had was him making fun of you on a daily basis. But seeing him looking so unsettled like this didn’t feel right. He seemed like he could use a friend.

“Are you okay?” You asked him.

Jean knitted his eyebrows together. “What?”

“I’m asking you how you’re feeling.”

“Uh... Why?”

“Because you look like you’re about to cry and I don’t feel like having a grown-ass man crying in the backseat.” You rolled your eyes, but when your gazes met in the mirror, you could see him smiling a little to himself. You did the same, even grinning. “Look, I know we’ve been treating each other like shit—well,” you corrected yourself. “You treated me like shit. I was just trying to respond to you being a giant ass by—”

“You’re not very good at this, are you?” He simpered. “Comforting other people?”

“Yeah," you chuckled awkwardly. "I don’t have that many friends.”

“Hmm, figured.” But his posture was more relaxed with no venom in his voice. “Well, at least you tried. It’s been a while since I heard someone asking me that question.”

You stole peeks at him through the mirror as you drove. There it was again. That weary, dispirited look on his face. “Is it hard being the leader? Or an idol in general?”

“Sometimes." He shrugged. "I mean, with more popularity coming your way, you’re bound to have your freedom taken away from you too. It's funny, isn't it? How you can have a thousand people cheering your name but at the same time, you feel like no one understands you. Feel like no one really cares about you. They just like the persona you show them on the stage. They don't give a fuck if you're an empty shell inside. And it makes you feel like you're…” He dawdled, unsure of what to say.

“Like you’re alone,” you finished for him. Jean blinked, his eyes drifting toward the mirror and you smiled softly at him when you locked gazes.

“Yeah,” he exhaled, long and heavy. Admitting it out loud felt like he had half the weight off his chest. “Like you’re alone.”

You were chewing on the inside of your cheek, swerving your car to the right. “Do you miss your mother?”

Jean was unfamiliar with the gentleness in your tone, but he liked it. “I do.”

“When was the last time you saw her? In person, I mean.”

“Three years ago.”

You almost hit the brakes a little too hard than intended. “Wow…” As you waited for the red light to turn green, you kept your gaze fixated on the mirror, examining his every expression. “Well, that sucks.”

He laughed dryly. “Yeah.”

“Is it because of your tight schedules?”

“Partially, yeah. But it was more because…” He clicked on his tongue. “She just didn’t want me to be in show business. She felt like I could’ve done so much better than just taking off my shirt on stage like a fucking stripper.” But there was no anger in his voice, only… disappointment, directed toward no one else but himself.

And you understood. Jean—the leader of AXIS who was always drenched in confidence whenever he took the stage—was insecure about his talent. In some ways, he felt like his body was all that was worthy of him. “Can I tell you a secret?” You asked him and he lifted his face. There was a slight curiosity buried underneath the dismal look in his eyes. Right before the light turned green, you tossed him a smile. “Eren is my bias in AXIS.”

He must have expected some heartwarming words to escape your mouth because he was visibly upset once your sentence rang through his ears. “Ah, yeah," he responded emotionlessly. "Not sure how that's supposed to make me feel better but good to know.”

"Who says I'm trying to make you feel better?"

He scrunched up his nose and you beamed back mischievously.

“Kidding. I’m not finished yet." You tried to ease the tension with a peal of airy laughter. “Well, to be fair, I don’t think I can call myself a fan because now I know how evil you guys are in real life,” Jean grunted at that. “But back when I didn’t know any better, I listened to your songs almost every day. I downloaded them illegally, true, but if I had the money, I would've bought your albums because you guys were that good. And I used my campus' free wi-fi to watch your performances every time I got the chance."

"Just how broke are you exactly?"

"Let's not talk about that." Jean's mood seemed to lighten at the way you retold your story. "I think I've watched you guys more times than I’d like to admit. You know how fangirls are.”

“Did you touch yourself while watching our fancams?” He sniggered.

“Congratulations, you just ruined our first heart-to-heart moment.” The glower you sent him was quickly reciprocated with a wink. “Anyway, as I said, Eren was my bias. I just thought he always looked amazing on stage. I still think so. No matter how big of an asshole he is, I’ve never seen someone having that much talent and passion when it comes to dancing. His expression, the way his body moves—it’s like he was born to dance, you know?”

“Thanks.”

You froze, eyes shooting upright to the mirror. Eren, who just thanked you with his voice heavy with sleep, turned to lay on his side. “I’m going back to sleep but don’t let that stop you from fangirling over me,” he mumbled and it took literally everything in your body to stop the blood from pooling in your face. You were about to say something smart—hopefully—when his soft snores echoed to your ears again.

This is so bad for my heart. “Anyway, umm—” You cleared your throat, trying to return your focus to Jean. “W-where was I?”

“Eren is your bias.”

Fuck. “Was,” you immediately corrected, ignoring the flames that bit your cheeks. “Was my bias, but that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to say is that you, Jean, you were my bias wrecker.”

"The hell is a bias wrecker?"

"Someone who unexpectedly caught my attention and made me rethink my original bias."

It was then that his eyes lit up in surprise. “I... I was?”

“Yeah.” You didn't want to use the word cute to describe him but Jean was exactly that at the moment. “There were a lot of times when I saw your performances and I found myself looking at you the entire video. Hell, I think I even spent a good hour watching your fancams back in the days. Can you imagine? Me, actually looking for your videos on Youtube. Crazy, right?”

“No shit. Seriously?” He was almost like a child, the way he was so enthusiastic about it.

“Yeah. There’s something in the way you perform. Honestly, I didn’t even care if you took off your shirt or not. I even wondered why you had to do that so often. Like I get that you’re hot, but you are so much more than just your looks and your body, you know? I feel like even if you were dressed as a school teacher, people would've still found you captivating. At least, I would. Eren has all the moves but your charisma is on another level. You can literally just stand on the stage, and all eyes would turn to you. And if that’s not talent, then I don’t know what that is.”

Jean’s cheeks reddened in a beautiful shade of crimson. You caught a glimpse of it before he averted his gaze, awkwardly scratching his cheek with his index finger. It made you feel happy and sad at the same time. It seemed like there really hadn’t been a lot of people appreciating him for his talent.

Smiling, you kept yourself muted, letting him take a moment for the words to sink in. It was then that Eren groaned.

“Ugh, gross,” he said sluggishly. “Go back to talking about me again.”

Five seconds later, he went back to sleep.

“Is he always like that?” You asked Jean, your heart palpitating.

“Yeah. Annoying, isn’t he?”

“Not as much as you are.” But you shared smiles with him, his gaze softening when he met yours. Even without him forming the words, you could detect a sense of gratitude radiating from him. You were just as grateful. It made you feel content that you understood him a little better now. Maybe, by the end of this job, you two could actually become friends.

“Hey,” Jean called.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to, uhh…” His voice wavered. You could see how his face changed from musing to frowning, to blushing before he finally gave up and said, “Never mind.”

“What?”

“I said, never mind.”

“What, you want us to grab some coffee together? Like on a date?”

He choked, ears turning pink. “N-no.”

He can’t lie to save his life, you thought in amusement. “Okay, Mr. Kirstein, whatever you say.”

Now that the atmosphere was not as heavy, you started listening to the song he was playing on speakers. That was when you noticed something.

“Bitch, this is Cardi B.”

“Aren’t they the same person?”

***

“Here you go, milady.” Armin handed you a bottle of iced strawberry milkshake; his smile was just as sweet and refreshing. With a white towel hanging around his shoulders, he took a seat on the hardwood flooring right next to you. His forehead was glistening with sweat, his shirt was also soaked with it. But the fact that this man still somehow smelled like Johnson’s baby powder was beyond you.

You were sitting cross-legged with your back leaning against the wall, waiting for the boys to finish their dance practice before you had to drive them back to their building. It was ten pm, your body was just as exhausted as theirs were, even when you hadn’t been dancing to the same track for two hours straight. But it was okay. Tomorrow was your day off. You just needed to grab some takeouts for the boys, drop them back to their flat, and then you could spend the rest of your day lounging in your bathtub with a glass of wine in hand, probably listening to Michael Bublé's Christmas album. This, of course, only happened in your imagination as you were so broke you couldn’t even afford a water heater, but a girl could dream, right?

“Well,” you sighed, thanking Armin for the drink. “I’ve only been thinking about murdering your teammates fourteen times this week. So that’s an improvement, I guess.”

“So, like, twice a day?”

“Yeah.”

“And it went down from…?”

“About one hundred and thirty-six times a day.”

“Yikes.” He chuckled, sipping on his sports drink.

Marco was absent from practice that day. He went with your aunt to do a radio interview to promote the new TV show he was in. It was his first acting gig and it was so cute the way he was so thrilled about it.

Jean was still caught up on another photoshoot. He was going to be on the cover of Men’s Health magazine, which would be out sometime early next month. And yes, you indeed told him that you didn’t care whether he was shirtless or not but that was a lie, wasn’t it? Of course, you cared. It would be stupid—and abnormal—not to.

Eren was still practicing the latest choreography, scrutinizing himself in the mirror as he followed his instructor’s steps, imitating his posture and movement. “He always works so hard,” Armin said, admiring him with a little smile of affection. “People always praise his talent, but it’s very rare to see them appreciating the blood and sweat he shed to get to this point. I’ve been friends with him since we were kids. He always worked himself to the limit. I often found him dancing alone in the studio till morning.” His sapphire eyes drooped in concern. “I feel bad that he has to learn much more complicated routines compared to the rest of us. I mean, he is our lead dancer so he has his solo stage, dance break, and everything but… I just feel like our company is working him too hard.”

You followed Armin’s gaze, landing your eyes on the shape of Eren’s biceps that somehow rippled every time he moved his arms. He was wearing a sleeveless white shirt and a pair of black track pants, his high-top sneakers creating squeaky sounds as they rubbed against the floor. The shirt was glued to his skin, the shape of his chiseled abdomen showing underneath the fabric. Eren took off his cap, running his fingers through his hair—his soft, soft hair that still looked fluffy even though his bangs were drenched with sweat—before he placed it back on. “The hell he’s so hot for,” you mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You cleared your throat, loosening your collar. “I mean, yeah. I agree with you. Actually, I just wish the company will give you guys a break. All of you deserve it.” Armin thanked you with his eyes and that reminded you. “Oh, right, I haven’t gotten the chance to say thank you for the cheesecake you sent me. How did you know that green tea is my favorite flavor?”

“Huh?” He blinked, frowning in confusion before— “Oh! Oh yeah, right. Cheesecake. How could I forget about that?” He slapped himself on the forehead. “Yeah, that was, um—that was from me.”

You squinted your eyes at him. “If little Prince Arlert is lying to me, I don't know who else to believe.”

“Wha—I don’t—” He was sweating for an entirely different reason. When he gave up, he almost curled himself up in a ball. “Yeah, it wasn’t from me. I’m sorry, I lied.”

“Was it from Marco?”

“Uh…” His eyes were shaking. “Umm, yeah, sure.”

“Did you just lie to me again?”

He shuddered. “It wasn’t from Marco.”

Great, you were running out of options. Surely, it wasn’t from Devil Incarnate #1 and #2 seeing how they couldn’t even find the time to buy their own condoms. “Was it from my aunt? Seems very unlikely.”

“No. It was, uhh…” Armin darted his eyes away from yours, mumbling under his breath. He seemed to be in agony when he finally confessed with a grimace, “It was from Eren.”

“What?!” You shrieked, and he was so frightened, he almost jumped out of his skin. There was a reason why you called him Bambi. “Devil Incarnate number one?!”

“I’m legally not allowed to say,” he winced. “But, yeah, Devil Incarnate number one.”

“Why would—” you gasped, eyes widening in horror. “Oh, shit, what if it was poisonous? I just finished the whole cake this morning. What if it’s gonna give me explosive diarrhea or something—oh my God—”

At that point, Armin began to laugh. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that he’s just trying to apologize to you for acting like a douchebag?”

“Because—” You were speechless. After what Eren had done to you, there was no way he would suddenly be so kind and send you presents without any ulterior motive behind it. “Because… I don’t know, it’s just… It feels weird.”

“It feels weird that he’s nice?”

“Eren and the word nice do not belong together. Try to use the words narcissistic bitch, then I’ll agree with you.”

You were Armin's favorite entertainment. Almost everything you did and said never failed to paint a smile on his face. “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”

“But you were the one who told him about my favorite flavor, right?”

“Nope. I honestly thought strawberry was your favorite flavor.” He gestured toward the bottle in your hand. “Hence, the drink.”

“Oh…” You held the bottle close to your chest, grinning at him. “Well, this is my second favorite flavor.”

“Sure.” He bumped his shoulder playfully against yours and you did the same. Whenever you were with Armin, it felt like you were two best friends from high school watching a football game from the bleachers. "Wait, the red roses from last week," you recalled, your forehead creasing again. "Those weren't from the company, were they?"

He chuckled once. "Why did you think they were from the company?"

"I don't know, I just thought they were thanking me for working hard, that's all."

"You're cute."

"Hey, I worked my ass off for you guys."

Armin raised both hands in the air. "Never said you didn't."

You lightly punched him on the chest. "I can't believe Eren sent me flowers."

"Um, no, those were from Jean, actually."

Your heart, once again, dropped to your stomach. "What?!"

“Which I'm also legally not allowed to say!" Armin stood up in a hurry. "I gotta go practice some more. Talk to you later.” He left before you could snatch his hand to keep him in place, half-running to his previous spot.

“Armin, get back here!”

Clasping both hands to his ears, he shouted back with, “La la la, I can't hear you!”

***

Eren was in the middle of swallowing big gulps of mineral water when you tapped his shoulder. “Eren—”

“Jesus Christ—” Startled enough to have his heart in his throat, he pivoted on his heels and accidentally bumped his back against the vending machine. He gripped onto his plastic bottle too hard, spilling water all over the floor. “You scared me!” He exclaimed with one hand clutching onto his chest, his breathing labored. “Can’t you just show up like a normal person?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare your panties off, Princess.” You fake an accent, trying to make yourself sound even more obnoxious to his ears. “Shall I write a note for you next time? Give you a friendly warning before I normally walk up to you and normally call out your name like a normal person?”

He exhaled sharply. “You and your sarcasm.”

“You and your—” stupid, stupid washboard abs, “—ugly hair.”

And just like that, his mouth curved up in a smirk. “We both know that’s not true, Muffin.”

“Whatever.” You tilted up your chin, crossing your arms on your chest. “So, when are you planning to tell me that you sent me a cake yesterday?”

He raised his bottle to his lips, ready to take a sip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Armin told me.”

He choked, spilling water to his shirt. “Damn it, Armin!” Eren hissed under his breath. With his usual scowl returning to his face, he tried to look unperturbed, even when his nostrils were flaring. “Well, you weren’t supposed to find out about that.”

“What was the point in giving me a cake if you didn't want me to know about it?”

“It’s just…” He dragged his gaze away, mumbling in a subdued tone, “It just makes me feel less guilty about it.”

“Speak louder, Jaeger. Who are you talking to—an ant?”

You were clearly testing on his patience and you loved it. He repeated his words, loud enough to be considered as a shout.

“Ah, okay.” You nodded, playing nonchalantly as usual. “I don’t know if this ever occurs to you, but saying the words I’m sorry would’ve been so much easier to do. And, it won’t cost you anything. Well, your dignity, probably, but you’ll get to keep your wallet.”

Eren flatly stared back. "The last time I apologized to you, you mocked me by saying I had the emotional range of a teaspoon."

"A pregnant woman," you corrected. "Oh yeah, right, you did that. Which was bullshit because then you asked me to come with you to a shady bar where I had to freeze my ass outside, waiting for some girl to finish giving you a sloppy toppy."

"Oh, stop being so dramatic. It's summer. It was literally like forty degrees outside." When you opened your mouth to protest, Eren raised a finger in the air to stop you. You, of course, tried to bite it off. "Look, either way, I didn't want to apologize to you directly so I thought I could just send you a cake."

"But you sent it anonymously." You exaggerated a nod, mouth turning upside-down. "All right. No logic can be found there, but okay, man, whatever keeps you sleeping at night, I guess."

"Jesus—" The more he grew frustrated talking to you, the bigger the joy that swelled inside your chest. His jawlines and cheekbones were too sharp and masculine for him to be sporting a pout, but he still nailed it. "I did what I did because I know you’ll just make fun of me for it.”

True, that is true. “I wouldn’t make fun of you.”

He searched your eyes, his jaw clenching as he contemplated. He was sure that you’d laugh at him but after what he did to you at the bar, he knew that he owed you a proper apology. Fuming and abashed, he threw his hands in the air. “Fine, you want to hear me say it? I’m sorry. There, satisfied?”

There was a moment where you tried to be a better person and keep the promise you made him. But then again, you weren’t that kind of girl so what did you do? You cackled.

“See!” He complained, almost whining, with the tips of his ears matching the shade of your lipstick. “You fucking laughed at me!”

“Sorry, it’s just—” You were tearing up, literally. Swiping a thumb over your lid, you tried to tone down your maniacal laughter into a grin. “God, you can be so adorable sometimes.”

And the line shocked you just as much as it shocked him. Adorable? You went with the word adorable? Out of all the things you could have said? This was Devil Incarnate #1 you were talking about. Adorable was for babies, or puppies—or Armin. Adorable was literally the last word you could use to describe him.

“I mean, you’re annoying as hell,” you quickly added. “But, yeah, adorable.” No need to clarify, you idiot, I think he got that the first time.

And there he was, standing before you with unblinking eyes. You wondered if you broke him—maybe he was a robot designed to piss off humanity, with a self-destruct option activated by the word adorable. You certainly hoped so, as that would give you a reason not to see his face ever again.

But then the robot spoke and the second he did, your fist wanted to make contact with his face again. It was just a natural reaction at this point. “So,” he crossed his arms, leaning one shoulder against the vending machine, showcasing that goddamn smirk as if he wasn't just blushing like a schoolgirl. “Is that the reason why I’m your bias?”

“Was my bias,” you rectified through clenched jaws. “And no, we’re not talking about this.” His grin almost reached his ears now. “Bring up this topic again and I will try to run you over with my car, I swear to God, I will.”

His smile slipped. “You did.”

“Yeah, well, just like that, but harder.”

He sighed, looking so weary, he had to rub his temple with his fingers. “So, did you like it?”

“Running you over with my car? Loved it.”

“I meant the cake.”

“Oh.” You giggled, mocking the way his nose flared in anger. “I’ve tasted better.” He’d already expected that answer but he rolled his eyes anyway. “But, umm…” You dawdled. Trying to vocalize your gratitude to him was as hard as acing your algebra test. “Thank you, I guess.”

He gave you a weird look, astonished but also judging the way you said it. Once he detected the genuineness behind it, a coy smile graced his lips. “You’re welcome.”

“I’ve called my mother and let her know that if I die within a few hours from now, she’ll know who’s responsible.”

“Will you ever stop yapping?”

“Will you ever stop being annoying?”

“It’s part of my charm, Muffin.”

“It’s part of mine too, Ren.” You mirrored his glare, but also the little smile that followed right after.

Despite your constant banter with him, the atmosphere was light, like a feeling that shrouded two friends having friendly arguments over a movie. “No, seriously,” you asked him softly this time, wanting him to be honest with you for once. “Why did you suddenly feel like you wanted to make it up to me?”

He pondered, seeming utterly conflicted between telling you the truth and losing his dignity in the process or lying about it even more. He knew the latter would only piss you off so with his eyes looking anywhere else but yours, he mumbled out, “I just—I realized that you weren’t…” It looked like it physically hurt him to say the words. “… as bad as I thought you would be.”

Now you couldn’t deny the slight jolt your heart did when you heard his line (which was dumb because this was Devil Incarnate #1 for God's sake). But it wasn’t just his words that did that to you, it was his tone, the expression on his face, his body language when he said it. Eren was being… sincere.

You stuck out your tongue, acting disgusted. “Why does it sound so gross coming out of your mouth?”

“Oh my God, you’re so—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a female voice came to your hearing zone. Eren’s eyes widened and he pushed you against the wall, his bottle falling to the floor with a dull thud. Your chests were plastered against one another, warm skin meeting warmer one. He had both hands on the wall, placing each one on each side of your head, hiding both of your frames beside the vending machine.

“What are you doing—”

“Pretending to make out with you,” he said before he bent his head down. You could feel his breath on your neck, hear every time he inhaled your scent.

Two females were passing through the hallway, chattering as they walked past you. “Eww, gross, get a room already,” one of them muttered. “Come on, we should go.” They quickened their steps, their heels clicking as they took fast strides, heading toward the stairs.

Eren, with his face buried in the crook of your neck, murmured, "Hold still until they're gone." You knew he was referring to your pose, but you were also holding your breath. Once their voices turned faint, he slightly widened the gap. He still had one hand propping himself against the wall, his other one trapping your jaw underneath his lean fingers. You could feel his breath fanning your lips, the tip of his nose almost brushing against yours. And you wondered whether you wished he had distanced himself further or leaned even closer.

He smelled like sweat, as expected, but underneath that, you could also smell him—pelargonium, warm cinnamon, and cloves. It might just be his perfume but— “Sorry,” he expressed, a bit timidly, “I don’t wear perfume for practice. I must smell like sweat, huh?”

So you’re telling me this is your natural scent?! “Yeah," you snorted. "You stink. Remind me why are we in this position again?”

“Psychotic ex-girlfriend,” he casually explained as if your faces weren’t hanging two inches away from each other. “Just didn’t feel like being spat on again.”

You were both talking in whispers. “I thought…” There was this tension surrounding you, heavy but not displeasing. Suffocating in the best way. “You don’t date.”

When he chuckled, you could almost feel the vibrations on your skin. His fingertips felt scorching and yet delicate when they traced your jawline, gently guiding your face upward to meet his eyes. You expected to see a smirk, but what he gave you was a light, mysterious smile that pricked on your curiosity. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, baby.”

You almost shivered at the nickname. “Liar. She's probably just someone you had a quickie with before the show.”

Eren’s eyes turned half-lidded, gazing at you like he was appreciating a beautiful painting. “Maybe.” He glided his thumb over your lips, biting the corner of his lower one to resist the temptation. “What about you? Do you date?”

None of you bothered to keep your eyes on each other anymore. You just let them wander, tracing the shape of his mouth as he did yours with his. “I don’t have quickies with random men, that’s for sure.”

His lips bowed. “It’s literally just a yes or no question.”

“Well, I don’t—”

He kissed you, tentatively but firm. Your bodies were meshed, his hand framing your face but it only felt different when your lips moved against one another. He caught you off guard but it was as startling as the fact that you felt disappointed when he broke away.

“You…” You wetted your lip, and he almost groaned at the sight of your tongue peeking out, wanting to have it tangled around his. “You just kissed me…”

The desire in his eyes matched the one that rose quickly in your chest. "Did you like it?"

"Well, I'm—" He cut you off again, only this time, he didn't just kiss you to have a taste. He did it to devour your lips. It was like something snapped within him when he saw the look in your eyes, and you were glad that you didn’t have to voice your thoughts out loud.

You were reaching out to grab him by the nape when he took a fistful of your hair. Two parted mouths consuming one another as if you were fighting for air. Your hands landed on his chest, contemplating between pushing him away or keeping him close as the voice inside your head kept telling you that it was a bad idea to keep this going. Eren didn’t give you the chance to decide, however, as he clamped his hands tightly around your wrists, pinning them against the wall.

"You gotta let me…” you tried to vocalize between heavy kisses, body arching to complete his like a perfect set of a puzzle. “…talk…”

Eren's brain was shut down, his body moving solely on instinct. On lust. He grunted against your mouth as a form of response, teeth gnawing at your supple flesh. He could taste the rest of your strawberry milkshake that coated your tongue, and you could taste yourself in his mouth. The zest of his kiss made your legs buckle, and you slid down the wall for only a few centimeters but he was quick to notice. Eren slipped his leg between yours, his thigh pressing against the zipper of your jeans, and your breath hitched in your throat. There was this little growl that erupted from the back of his throat—one that sounded so sensual—when he felt you nipping at his lower lip, teasing it between your teeth. “Fuck,” he breathed out but he swallowed the praise that was about to follow. The kiss was raw and bruising but the thrill was unlike any other. It was addicting as it was... dangerous.

“Eren!” Armin’s voice was like a ball smashing against the window, shattering whatever it was that clouded you and him. You both broke away, just right in time before the blonde boy stepped into the hallway, noticing your presence. “Oh, there you are! Your phone’s ringing. I think it’s our manager.”

“I’ll be there,” Eren said, noticeably flustered and you wondered why. It wasn’t like him to feel all over the place over a kiss. “I, uh, I’m gonna go.”

“Yeah, okay.” You played nonchalant, smoothening down your shirt. “Break a leg.”

It was awkward when he left, but it would’ve been more awkward if he stayed. So, he did, with his thoughts jumbled and his chest feeling like it was about to explode. Before he disappeared into the studio, he stepped back to catch one more look. “Hey, Muffin.”

You card your fingers through your hair—a messy piece of art designed by his hand. “What?”

He hesitated. The words were sitting heavily on his tongue but he couldn’t move the muscle. Giving up with a defeated sigh, he alternated with, “Break a leg is what you say to actors. You should’ve said merde.”

“Pretty sure merde is French for poop.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“And how would you know?”

You smiled, one corner of your lips rising higher than the other. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, baby.”

***

You and Eren didn’t share a word on your way back to their flat, probably because Armin was present. The blue-eyed boy felt the tension but he didn’t comment on it. Eren, for once, felt too indecisive to state out his thoughts. You stole glances at the brunette from the rear-view mirror, his attractive face illuminated by the headlights of passing cars. He was on the edge of his seat, both literally and figuratively and you wondered why. Surely, it was just a kiss?

When you stopped your van in front of their apartment building, Armin climbed out first, followed by Eren who seemed to have his body glued to his seat. You rolled down your window, keeping your engine running. “It’s my day off tomorrow so I won’t be around, but you can call me if you need anything, Bambi.”

“You won’t be around?” Armin sulked like a child. “Oh, man… I wish we could hang but I've got a variety show I need to film tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you again on Monday. Maybe we can take a short trip to the bookstore before your interview?”

He beamed. “You’re the best, honestly.” Bidding his farewell with a warm wave of his hand, the boy turned to the other man. “Come on, Eren, let’s go.”

“You go ahead. I need to talk to her.”

“O… kay…” Armin observed him with a deep furrow on his temple, noticing the tension but decided not to speak up. “All right, I’ll see you guys later, then.”

“Bye, Bambi.” Exchanging smiles with you, Armin left, stepping inside the building and disappearing inside an elevator.

Eren shifted toward you, tautening his hold around the sling of his sports bag. “We need to talk.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t want to shut down the engine first?”

“Why, would it take a while?” You smiled at him, acting as if you were drained to your bones—which was true, but not this much. “I’m a bit tired.”

His eyes darkened. Clearly, he did not approve of your attitude. “Fine, let’s cut to the chase then,” he bitterly countered. “Why did you kiss me back?”

“I didn’t.” The way you kept your smile intact throughout the conversation sparked his temper. “You kissed me. I just happened to let you do it.”

His eyes were almost sinister as they perceived you. "Seriously?”

You pouted, blinking your eyes cutely just to rile him up even more. “Was that not what happened?”

“You—” Vexation quickened his blood, painting angry red to his cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re playing hard to get after you stuck your tongue in my mouth!”

“Excuse me?” You retorted, feigning disbelief. “Why are you acting like I just took advantage of you? You kissed me without my permission.”

“Yeah, but—” He exhaled sharply, threading a hand through his hair. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s just pretend that you weren’t rubbing yourself against my thigh two hours ago.”

“Oh no, I’m devastated.” You sniggered. “Might cry myself to sleep tonight.”

“Fuck you.”

“Unfortunately, you can’t, Muffin.” You cast a wink and before he could say anything else, you stepped on your gas and drove away.

Through your window mirror, you could see him standing frozen on the pavement, scowling at you as if he could magically engulf you in flames by his stare. You chuckled to yourself.

Revenge had never tasted so sweet.

***

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you lamented against your phone, “You promised that I’d get my day off today. I’ve already told my friend that I'd go to her party!”

“I know, I’m so sorry.” Your aunt was even whinier than you were. “I promise I’ll pay you for your time. I don’t have anyone else to ask for help, honey, I’m desperate!”

You took a glance at the digital clock sitting on your nightstand. It was almost eight-thirty pm, which meant you still had an hour to spare before the party started. You huffed in defeat, blowing out your cheeks. “Fine, but I’ll hold you to your word.”

“I promise. Look, I’ll even transfer the money to you right now.”

“Perfect. Give me the address then.”

It already took you almost an hour just to get into CMN’s building because of the traffic. Grumbling under your breath, you quickly fetched the invitation letters from the lobby—the same ones that your aunt told you to deliver to the boys. By boys, she meant Eren and Jean who were now staying in a five-star hotel where they would be attending a music award event tomorrow.

“Thirty-two minutes?!” You gasped, glowering at your GPS. You didn’t realize the hotel would be that far away. You were going to miss the party for sure. Oh, God, I was looking forward to it too. Clicking your tongue in irritation, you started your engine and drove away.

About fifty minutes later—damn traffic—you found yourself walking into the lobby of the Eastin Hotel. You weren’t sure you were going to get permission to go up to their room but after showing the receptionist your business card, they let you through.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing them again on my day off,” you groused, jabbing your finger against the doorbell of room 1802. You waited, your patience running thin as you logged back into your Instagram account. Your friends were already having fun at the pool, sipping margaritas and dancing to the upbeat music, while you were there, sweating and breathless from all the running, with anger bubbling up quickly on your chest.

Then, the door slid open.

“Well, hello, darling,” Jean cooed with his usual seductive smirk. “Eren, our room service is here. Think we got ourselves lucky tonight.”

“Shut it.” You pointed your finger at him. You were seething, and usually, you would hold back your anger, but with all the traffic, the sudden change in your plans, and his pesky attitude, you were way past your limit. “I am this close at murdering you with my bare hands, Jean Kirstein. I can’t believe you forgot to bring your invitation letter! That’s literally the only thing you have to bring!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down.” He grinned, leaning his back against the doorframe. “You’re gonna wake up the neighbors.” You could feel his eyes wander your body, stopping momentarily to see how perfectly your black dress hugged your waist. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“Because I was supposed to be at a party an hour ago.”

“You look nice.”

“You look disgusting. As always.” Which was a lie, obviously, because Jean was dressed so handsomely in a pair of black trousers and a white button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing veiny arms and large palms. Knowing the boys’ schedule, you were sure that he and Eren were dressed in expensive suits before. It was only right to dress up when you had dinner together with the executives of CMN. Staying unfazed, however, you slapped his letter—and Eren’s—to his chest. “Here. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go kill myself before you boys do.”

You rotated on your heels, about to stomp away when Jean took you by the wrist. “Or you can just stay?” He offered, his smile seemed a lot more innocent than it was twenty seconds ago. “We’re having some wine. You look like you could use a drink.”

Wine? The word echoed wonderfully in your ears. It had been a while since you had some (poor college students couldn’t drink wine for fun). Sighing, you took a peek at your phone screen. It was almost eleven pm. The party was still going on, of course, but it would take you another one-hour drive—even without traffic—and you didn’t really feel like going anymore.

“I hate you,” you muttered but you walked past him anyway. Jean chortled to himself, following after you as you stepped further into the suite.

As a broke college student who couldn’t even pay your rent on time, this suite you were in looked like a fucking castle—one that was futuristically designed, of course. It featured two separate bedrooms, with a living room that was probably bigger than your entire apartment. Plush sofas and a chaise longue were placed in front of a full-set home cinema system. The walls that separated the room with the balcony were fully made of glass, giving way to skyline views of the city.

“It isn’t bad, is it?” Jean questioned, walking past you with his hands tucked inside the pocket of his pants.

“Not bad at all,” you mumbled, still a little bit dazed with the scenery. You followed him further into the living room, marveling over the paintings that were plastered on the wall. You only stopped once you spotted Eren��the same Eren Jaeger who kissed you yesterday—still dressed perfectly in his black suit and a matching tie, lounging on the couch with his legs stretched out on the coffee table. His hair was tied up in a bun, nothing unusual, with a few of his baby hairs falling to his temple. He had a cigarette resting between his fingers and a phone in his other hand. There were two tall glasses nearby—both of them were half-empty—and a bottle of Jordan Cabernet Sauvignon. You weren’t knowledgeable when it came to winery, but you could tell that bottle cost more than your entire outfit including what was inside your purse.

Seeing him elevated your mood, knowing that you’d get to tease him again. “Hey, handsome.”

Eren, about to take a drag, drifted his eyes toward you. “Fuck,” was the only thing that came out of his mouth, the cigarette in his hand left forgotten. You wondered if he cursed because he was annoyed at your presence, but it seemed unlikely with the way he was gazing at you. Just like Jean, Eren sized you up and down, being even more blatant with his stare, undressing you with his eyes. And you thought Jean was obvious.

“Take a picture, baby,” you sneered at him. “It will last longer.”

The stupefied look quickly morphed into a scowl. “What are you doing here?”

“Delivering our letters,” Jean answered on your behalf, taking a seat right next to him. “Better not bring it up again if you don’t want to have your balls cut off.” The ash-brown-haired man snatched a cigarette from its package, placing it between his lips. “Where’s the lighter?”

“Somewhere on the couch.” Eren was still glaring at you, watching you take a seat on the other side of the sofa with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah, keep staring at me like that,” you challenged him. “That would make me want to kiss you again.”

“Did something happen?” Jean asked before Eren could form his retort, moving his eyes back and forth between you and the brunette.

“Oh, Eren kissed me without permission and he’s butthurt because he thinks I took advantage of him.”

“What—I don’t—” Eren’s face caught fire before he hissed, “Oh, shut up.”

He’s so transparent, you giggled.

“I can’t find the lighter,” Jean complained, not really paying attention to your words. Eren groaned, his mood was all over the place because of you. Grabbing Jean by the collar, he closed the distance between their faces. The taller male staggered but he kept his body still, knowing what Eren was intending to do. While holding his own in his mouth, Jean touched the end of Eren’s lit cigarette to his. Then, he inhaled.

“There you go, buddy,” Eren said once his cigarette was lit properly, releasing his hold from him.

With a muffled, “Thanks,” Jean reclined on the couch, the fabric around his collar crumpled from Eren’s grip. He returned his gaze toward you. “Why are you sitting over there? Come here.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt,” you uttered slyly, standing up from your seat. “I thought you guys were having a moment.”

Jean snorted. “He wishes.”

“Not as much as you do, Horseface.”

You held back your amusement from showing. Jean took you by the hand, guiding you to settle between them. The couch was probably big enough for eight people to sit on, but your shoulders were almost grazing theirs from how close they were to you. You didn’t mind.

“I didn’t expect you guys to be this close to each other in real life,” you commented, silently thanking Jean when he handed you a glass. He poured you some red wine, and as you took a sip, you were shortly impressed by the perfect balance between beautiful fruit, silky tannins, and a lingering finish. You took another big gulp and asked Jean for more. “I mean, you did a lot of fanservice together on stage, but I thought it was just a setup to make yourself more popular.”

“Well, there’s that too, of course.” To your surprise, Eren was the one who answered. You thought he would ignore your existence for the rest of the night, but that didn’t seem like the case. There was still a bitter undertone in his voice but his anger was dissipating. “Want a drag?” He raised his cigarette in the air.

With a smile, too innocent to be alluring, you curled your fingers around his wrist, bringing it closer to your face. Eren watched with hazy eyes, loving the way your lips closed seductively around the same spot he had his mouth on earlier. You inhaled, filling smoke into your lungs before you tilted up your chin and released it in the air. The column of your throat was exposed, allowing his gaze to shift down to your neckline that hung too low. It reveals enough of your cleavage to tease his eyes, but Eren was voracious for more.

It wasn’t just him who was staring. Jean's eyes lingered just as intensely, although he was focusing more on the way your dress rode up your thighs. It felt electrifying, to be heavily gazed at with lust like you were a prey ready to be ravished. You knew that it was only a matter of time before one of you made the first move, and then—

The doorbell rang, surprising all three of you at once. Jean let out a harsh breath. “Must be room service,” he muttered as he returned to his feet. When he left to unlock the door, you returned your attention to Eren.

You just had your lips parted, ready to form his name when he reached out a hand. His fingers skimmed over your cheek, a bit warmer than usual. You had expected him to kiss you and if he did, you wouldn’t be surprised. But he didn’t. He only swatted some loose strands from your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. It made you feel weird in such a pleasant way.

"You're still angry with me?" You queried with a juvenile smile breaking on your lips, peering into his eyes.

"What do you think?" His voice was dulcet, almost felt like it didn't belong to him. His eyes drifted down to your lips again, and you were reminded of the passion he burned on your skin a night ago. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered.

You grinned, sweet and innocent, just the way he liked it. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Jean returned to the living room with a trolley that was filled with ice buckets and a huge plate of blueberry pancakes. The sight made you stitch your eyebrows together. The ice buckets you could understand, but pancakes?

“What?” Eren shrugged when both you and Jean sent him a judging look. “I have midnight cravings, sue me.”

“Sorry, dude, I didn’t realize you were pregnant,” Jean mocked but a grin broke upon his lips when he snatched a bottle of whiskey from the bucket. Holding it in his hands, he showcased his signature smirk. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

***

Two hours, half a bottle of wine and one bottle of whiskey later, you found yourself resting your head on Eren’s lap, your legs on Jean’s. Eren’s suit has been shucked off, but he still kept his tie hanging loosely around his neck. Jean’s white shirt was unbuttoned to his chest, enough for you to admire his sculpted muscles if you wanted to.

You were chuckling at the stupid joke Jean was making about a princess and a horse. You didn’t get it. You just giggled because you caught Eren smiling at the joke, and he laughed because you laughed. Jean was so impressed with himself, he went to tell you another anecdote. None of you really cared. It just felt comforting hearing Jean’s voice and Eren’s little chuckles. You were just simply enjoying the moment.

That moment started to change, however, when the alcohol began to kick in. You were tipsy, but not that much. You were still aware of your surroundings, still aware of how Eren’s fingers were resting dangerously close to your breasts, still aware of how Jean’s calloused palms were sliding up and down your legs. The alcohol didn’t make you foolish, it just made you feel… brazen.

You knew what started it. It began with Eren’s hand framing the underpart of your jaw, his thumb tracing the shape of your mouth. His eyes drooped low, enchanted by the view. “What are you staring at, Muffin?” you teased him. He snorted at the nickname, but the alcohol fogged his thoughts, thick enough to make him frank.

“Your lips,” he answered, his thumb gliding from the corner of your mouth to stop in the middle.

“And what about my lips?” You slightly parted them, enough to let your breath caress his fingertip.

“They’re pretty.” He said it in a sigh as if it was a secret he’d been wanting to tell for so long. “Look even prettier like this.”

“Like what?” Eren swore he saw your eyes gleam a split second before you enveloped his thumb with your lips, cheeks hollowing to provide gentle suction before you twirled your tongue around the tip. Eren’s breath caught in his throat but he didn’t lay his emotions on the table. You released his finger with an obscene pop, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip to break the string of saliva. “Like that?”

Knowing the last time he kissed you, you pretended like it was only him who wanted it to happen, Eren didn’t want to repeat the same mistake. But, God, you were so pretty—so goddamn alluring, you left him weak. So he lowered his head, and you permitted him to pull your face toward his, letting his lips consume yours again.

Jean, who had been playing with his phone, froze at the sight. But when you split away from the kiss, your lips glistening with Eren’s spit, you invited him over with a sultry smile. “There's room for one more if you want.”

Then everything went so fast, it felt like a blur.

Your body was perched on the couch, trapped between the two. Eren brought a blueberry to your lips and you caught it between your front teeth. He leaned in to close the bridge between your mouths, his expert tongue curling around yours, thieving the fruit and your breath away at the same time. You felt Jean’s fingers pressed against your jawline, turning you over to him so you could taste the rest of the whipped cream that blanketed his lips.

“You’re a goddamn beauty,” Jean breathed, placing a wet kiss on your nape.

“Your lips taste fucking amazing,” Eren groaned, a moment before your tongues danced.

They were giving you all the attention, dousing you with all the compliments you deserve. Every touch made you feel wanted. Every kiss was a form of desire. And they drowned you in it. In rapture. In ecstasy.

Eren snatched the bottle of wine from the table, too drunk to care about using glass. He took a few drinks, red wine dripping to his chin, staining the collar of his shirt that was now unbuttoned to his chest. With Jean’s lips still sucking bruises on your neck, you twirled Eren’s tie around your hand, tugging it slightly to return his attention to you. “I want some,” you told him and he reciprocated with a smirk.

Instead of handing the bottle over to you, Eren took another sip and kissed you roughly. His strong hand held you by your jaw, his thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth, forcing it open. You obeyed, drinking the wine directly from his mouth.

Jean’s lips peppered kisses down your spine, his hand settled on your breast, gently massaging it before he squeezed you a little harder. You whimpered in pleasure against Eren’s mouth, both from the sensation of Jean’s touches and the way the brunette’s tongue was flicking over yours. Eren licked a stripe up from your chin to your lips, wiping the rest of the wine that dribbled down your skin. “How did it taste?” He asked you, loving the way your tongue peeked out to trace your lip.

You purred when he smooched you again, a bit lazily this time, which made it feel even more sensual. “You mean the wine?” You closed your eyes, choosing to focus solely on the little sounds he made as he suckled on your earlobe. “Or you?” Eren’s mouth was pressing hotly against your neck, and you were sure he was going to leave bruises but you didn’t care.

It was Jean who spoke. “What about me?” His lips were thinner than Eren’s, softer too. He kissed you with a hint of romance, which served as a fresh change to Eren’s burning passion. You moaned against his mouth and Jean took the chance to slip his tongue past your teeth.

“You kiss by the book, Kirstein,” you praised breathily as he nipped on your lower lip. You could feel his mouth curve into a smile, deepening the kiss with his soft moan painting the little space between you.

Eren was jealous, you could tell with the way he suddenly grabbed you by the chin, almost growling when your mouths collided. Jean was a little bit more mature than he was, letting him steal your kiss but it didn’t mean that he was patient. He worked on your zipped, tugging it down, while Eren slipped his hand between your legs. You could feel the material of your dress slipping off your shoulders, Eren’s tongue delving inside your clavicle, Jean’s fingers playing with the hook of your bra.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” Eren whispered, stroking two fingers against your lips and when you parted them, he pressed his digits flat on your tongue.

Jean’s raspy groan was right next to your ear. “I want to taste your cunt.”

You shut your lids, your blood boiling under your skin. Fingers were rubbing against your lingerie, and hands were placed on your thighs to spread your legs wide open. Jean tore your bra away, tossing it over his shoulder. He suddenly lifted you by the waist, laying you down on the round marble table.

“Is this your idea of fun?” You teased him when he took off your dress, throwing it haphazardly on the floor.

“What, is this not fun for you?” Jean pushed your legs forward, keeping his palms at the back of your thighs as he rubbed himself against your clothed heat. You could feel him, could feel how huge he was, throbbing cock aching to be released from its confinement. The friction he gave you stole your attention away that when Eren suddenly moved to the other side of the table, his palm pressing against the underside of your chin to lift your face, you gasped against his mouth.

Eren kissed you upside down, giving you a different sensation and leaving you dazed when he broke away. Looming tall above you, he let his fingers work on his tie. “You better not forget about me, baby girl,” he purred, yanking it away from his collar with one swift movement of his hand. He then toyed with the buttons of his shirt, his smirk was devilish. He knew you were watching him, lascivious eyes wanting to see more of his body. He could’ve torn his shirt open with one hand but he didn’t. He wanted to tease you. Wanted to make you suffer. “All this time pretending you don’t want me,” Eren sneered. “Who’s your daddy now?”

His palm hit your cheek, leaving a burning, tingling sensation on your skin. It was hard enough to toss your face to the side but barely enough to send pain coursing through your veins. It was only to tease, to slightly humiliate you, and it did its job. You’d always loved to find a little bit of pain in pleasure.

You poked your tongue against the inside of your cheek, lips curving upwards in a cocky smile. “You think you can control me, Daddy?”

“Let’s see about that.” You were both smiling into the kiss before you felt his tongue exploring your mouth, his nails raking up from your stomach to the front of your throat. You felt something sticky being dribbled onto your bare chest, trickling down to your navel.

“Something sweet for the sweetest girl,” Jean commented, impressed and satisfied as he smeared the maple syrup all over your skin. You could feel his mouth on your abdomen, tongue tracing along your hip bone, licking the substance off your skin.

Eren, keeping his feet on the ground, leaned forward to latch his mouth on your breast. You mewled in content, kissing the taut muscles of his abs, your hand moving past your head to cup his hardness that was straining against the silky fabric of his pants. “Fuck, baby,” Eren moaned, squeezing hard on your breast, sucking on your nipple none too gently. He was rougher than Jean, more ardent as if he wasn’t afraid to hurt you. He did the same thing to your other breast, the vibration of his grunts felt perilous on your sensitive skin.

Your body jolted when you felt Jean's tongue teasing over the fabric of your lingerie. Your thighs closed around his head in reflex but he spread them open again, keeping your legs pinned to the table with his hands. "Didn't I tell you, Sweetheart?" he murmured, softly kissing the inner parts of your thigh. "I want to taste you." His breath felt hot on your skin, but you shivered in response. He pushed your lingerie to the side, licking a stripe up from your entrance to your clit. It had been so long since you had someone pleasuring you like this, that even a single flick of his tongue sent tremors all over your body.

Jean chuckled, loving your reaction just as much as he loved your taste. "Think I'll have you for dessert," he said, wet tongue swirling around your clit before he played it between his lips. “Such a pretty fucking pussy.”

“Wait,” you gasped out, fingers clawing against Eren's biceps. “Wait…”

They stopped, breaking away to give you space. “You all right?” Jean asked you from between your legs. He hadn’t gotten enough taste of you yet, but your consent was his priority.

Tossing him a reassuring smile, you told him to let you go for a minute. You returned to your feet, sliding your lingerie off your legs. Their eyes traversed down your body, enchanted by the way you swayed your hips, wondering how it would feel to have their nails sinking into your skin as they fucked you from behind.

You whirled around, your skin felt like it was on fire underneath the intensity of their gazes. “If we’re gonna do this,” you tempted them with seduction, both on your lips and in your eyes. “Let’s do this right.”

You took them both by their hands, leading the way to the master bedroom. You were their queen, stepping into your throne. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, you crossed your legs and rested your palms on the sheets as you leaned back.

“Boys,” you called. “Why don’t we start with you two sucking each other off?”

“You want us to do what?”

There. Now you’re all caught up.

***

Jean has a secret he hasn’t told you. Or anyone else for that matter. And the truth is…

Fuck, he tastes so good.

Eren’s lips are nothing like a girl’s. They don’t feel as soft, they don’t taste as sweet. But it’s precisely because they’re so different, that when their mouths clash, it feels ten times better. Jean doesn’t have to hold himself back. He doesn’t have to be careful or gentle. Eren kisses like he wants to tear him apart and he can kiss him back just as rough, just as demanding.

The brunette pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Jean sees the way his viridian eyes move back and forth, drifting from his eyes to his lips as if he’s trying to figure out why the fuck does this feel so good?—the same question that Jean has been asking himself. But that’s where he's wrong.

Because Eren already knows how good it feels to kiss boys. Or to fuck boys. What he doesn’t know—yet—is how good it would feel to have his cock hitting the back of Jean’s throat, and he can’t wait to find out. The shorter male wets his lips—they’re bruised and red, and if Jean kisses him again, just a tad harder, maybe they’ll look even prettier.

Jean is done denying himself. He’s done contradicting the fact that his eyes always lingered a little too long on Eren’s hips during dance practices. And he’s done—he’s so fucking done—pretending like those dirty thoughts he had about him at night don’t exist. He’s thought about him a lot, thought about how pretty Eren’s lips would look around his cock. Thought about those striking green eyes looking up at him as he fucks his mouth. Thought about how his cum would look so good on his sun-kissed skin. And he'd thought about all of that as he fucked his own fist, biting his lip to refrain Eren’s name from escaping his mouth.

“Fuck this.” Jean tugs him back by his key-shaped pendant, sharing grunts and groans when their teeth nip at each other’s lips. Eren’s fingers scratched against his nape, messing up his mullet like how Jean does with his bun. Their jaws clench with every movement, hairs being tugged harshly at the roots.

“You taste fucking disgusting, Jaeger,” Jean snarls before he sucks on his tongue.

Eren sinks his nails on his chest, painting angry half-moons on his skin. “You’re gonna make me vomit,” he counters but their kisses are more teeth than anything else, and if Eren can make him bleed, good.

Jean isn’t given enough time to think about anything else when the other man suddenly descends to his knees. The taller male tenses, his eyes shaking in anticipation. Eren pushes his trousers down to his mid-thighs, frees Jean’s cock, and lets it slap against his stomach. Eren glowers at the sight. He hates to admit just how fucking huge he is. He hates it even more that it only makes him want him better. “Relax, Horseface,” he says. “I’ve done this before.”

“What do you mean you’ve done—fuck—” Jean chokes the second Eren takes him into his mouth, his body slightly bending forward with his fingers fisting his bun. His mouth is warmer than he thought it would be, his teeth dangerously gliding against the pulsating vein on his cock. Ah, shit, Jean laments in his head, I’m so fucking turned on.

Giving in to his desire, he moves his hips, thrusting his cock inside Eren’s mouth. The shorter male growls back, jade eyes sending daggers to him. Eren places both hands on each side of Jean’s hips, holding him in place. He pulls away, Jean’s cock sliding heavily out of his mouth. “I get to suck your cock,” Eren lowly says, gripping tightly on his length, “But you don’t get to fuck my mouth. You got that?”

Jean swallows thickly. The dominating tone in Eren’s voice is something he hasn’t heard before. “Uh… Yeah.”

Eren bobs his head down again, trying to take as much as he can until Jean can feel his head hitting the back of his throat. He whimpers, his hold tensing around Eren’s hair, his thighs trembling.

You giggle at the sight. “You guys are turning me on.”

You step down the bed, taking a couple of strides to reach their spot. Jean’s eyes are half-lidded, hazy with lust when your hand slides up from the middle of his chest to his shoulder. You play with the end of his hair that’s plastered against his nape, damp with sweat. “Does it feel good, Sweetheart?” You ask him, using the nickname he gave you. Your other hand goes down to slip between Eren’s strands, pushing his head forward to take more of Jean’s twitching member.

Eren lets out an involuntary moan, tears prickling on the corners of his eyes. “Mmph!” He chokes, gagging around his length.

“Ssshh,” you shush him down with a smile, stroking the back of his head. “Hold it in. You’re a big boy, aren’t you, Ren? I’m sure you can handle a cock in your mouth.” Eren breathes sharply through his nose, glaring at you but it only makes you smirk wider. “If you can make him cum, I’ll give you a reward.”

Eren breaks away, gasping between coughs. “I’m gonna make you cry after this.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait.” You fasten your hold around his locks, shoving his head forward and backward. Eren lets his jaw hang loose, tasting the saltiness of Jean’s pre-cum, the tip of his nose grazing the hairs that covered his pelvis.

Your tongue is parting Jean’s thin lips when the man shudders, “Fuck, fuck,” he gasps against your mouth. “I’m gonna—”

“Cum, baby,” you whisper, taking his earlobe between your teeth. “Cum in his mouth, I wanna see it. Wanna see him lap at your cock like a slut that he is.”

Eren snarls back but he has no other choice but to sit still with how tightly you’re holding him in his place. Tears mist his hazy eyes, and you wish Jean could hold it in just a little bit longer so you can see Eren cry on his cock. But this is good enough. If Jean can’t make him cry, you’ll do it yourself later.

Jean’s hips stutter when he cums, his jaw turning slack, a long, guttural moan escaping his throat. Eren breathes heavily from his nose, feeling his warm seeds filling his mouth but before he can do anything about it, you yank harshly on his hair, forcing him to face the ceilings. “Open up,” you command him, and he does, letting you take a good look at the thick cum that pools in his mouth. You giggle, satisfied by the sight. “Keep your mouth open for me.” You bend yourself forward, your face hovering above his. You spit into his mouth, startling him. Eren sinks his nails into his thighs, emerald eyes piercing yours as he thinks of ways to make you pay for what you did. Undaunted, you swipe two of your fingers on his chin to collect the cum that trickles down the skin. Jean, still dazed after his orgasm, moans when you shove your fingers inside his mouth, letting him get a taste of himself. Forcing Jean to suck on your fingers, you turn your head toward the boy who’s still waiting obediently on his knees. Smirking, you say, “Now, swallow.”

Eren keeps his eyes on you as he does, trying not to grimace because he knows you’re going to use it as another reason for you to ridicule him. Jean’s seeds leave a bitter aftertaste and he loathes it, but it’s okay. Eren will make Jean pay for that.

And you. He’s going to make you pay for that.

You’re about to land your fingers on his cheek when Eren harshly slaps your hand away. Returning to his feet, he grabs you by the neck, his palm pressing against the front of your throat, fingers curling against the sides. He kisses you roughly, hungrily, taking your breath away but you’re unsure if it’s solely because of his lips or his leans fingers that threaten to crush your windpipes. When he pulls away, your lips are parted in desperate need to refill the air in your lungs. Eren spits in your mouth, just like you did to him a minute ago, only harshly. “How do you like that?” He questions with a smirk.

You chuckle. “I love it, Daddy.” Because even if you don’t, you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of having his power over you.

Eren sweeps your feet off the floor, carrying you with one hand wrapped around your back as you tangle your legs around his waist. Right before he brings you over to the bed, you hook your fingers around Jean’s necklace, tugging him forward with you. Jean, with his legs still wobbling under his weight, nearly trips over his feet before he follows you both.

Eren throws your body onto the sheets, making you bounce once from how careless he’s being. “You’re gonna give me my reward, Sweetheart?” He asks, looking down at you with a degrading stare as he takes his leather belt out of the loops. He ties it around your throat, treating it as a leash. Yanking it forward, he forces you to sit upon the bed until you have your lips hovering a few inches below his. “Gonna be my fucking bitch for the night?”

Eren burns you with his gaze, with his kiss, with his fire. “I’ll be whatever you want, Daddy.”

“What will you offer me then?”

“Everything.” With a nudge of your head, Jean discards the rest of his clothes and joins you on the side of the bed. You tilt your head to the side as an invitation for Jean to praise your body. He eagerly latches his lips on the pulsating vein on your neck, giving kitten licks on the spot under your ear. “Do you want to fuck my mouth?” You ask him, spreading your legs and pushing the fabric of your lingerie to the side so Eren can take a good look at your protruding clit. “Or would Daddy like a taste?”

It’s fucking ridiculous just how much Eren wants you. You’re asking him this question with another man’s hands roaming your body as if you don’t care whether he exists in the room or not. Your lips might form the words that he wants to hear—that you are there to please him for the night—but the rest of your body expresses that Eren doesn’t own even the slightest part of you. God, it’s like the more you’re playing hard to get, the more he wants you. You give him the thrill he’s been looking for. Unlike other girls, you don’t succumb to him, and he’s running out of tricks trying to beat you into submission. Even when it’s obvious just how wet you are for him right now, your arrogant smirk never falters from your face.

“What?” You croon, every tone and gesture is seduction at its finest. You arch your back, making a lewd expression when Jean traps your nipple between his teeth. “Cat got your tongue, Daddy?”

Eren scoffs. “You want me to eat you out?”

“Only if Daddy wants to.”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Eren slaps his hand against your cunt, making you giggle with your legs closing in reflex.

“Don’t be so mean to me, Daddy.” You bat your eyelashes at him. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t get to fuck me.”

“Do you think I’m waiting for your permission?”

“Of course you are.” You run a tongue over your lower lip, knowing how much it drives him insane. “Cause you like me, don’t you, Ren? You’re not gonna hurt me, not in that way. Go ahead and tell me I’m wrong.”

He grits his teeth behind tight lips. You’re a witch. You must be a goddamn witch to be playing with his mind like that.

“That’s right,” you snicker. “You just can’t wait to shut me up with your cock, can you? Though I don’t think you can even if you try.”

Eren snorts, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Jean,” he calls out and the other man lifts his head from the curve of your neck. “Give us a moment, will ya? I need to teach her a lesson.”

If he was still as turned on as he was a few minutes ago, Jean would’ve formed a protest. But with all the alcohol in his system, his cock still flaccid between his legs, he would actually be thankful to just lean back and watch the show. “She’s all yours.”

“Aaw,” you send a pout in Jean's direction. “You’re gonna leave me with him? Just like that? What a bummer.” You spin your face toward the green-eyed boy again, a naughty twinkle in your eyes. “His cock isn’t even as huge as yours.”

That flips the switch. “Come here,” Eren growls, forcefully pulling you to the edge of the bed by the belt that circles your neck. You’re giggling, squealing in anticipation. This is your game, and he’s making all of this too easy. Standing right next to the edge of the bed, Eren orders you to sit on your heels like the obedient little girl he wants you to behave. And for once, you do as he says, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

His hand finds his belt again, twisting it around his palm to guide your face closer to him. “Stick out your tongue.” You follow his words, loosening your jaw and Eren dips his head to suck on it before he encloses his lips around yours. “Now let’s see what that pretty fucking mouth can do.” His voice trickles smoothly like honey.

Eren skims his hand over your throat before he reaches up. His thumb glides along your lips while his other four hold you firmly by the jaw. You dart out your tongue, swirling it around his tip before you close your lips prettily around it.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, “Treat it like how you’re gonna treat my fucking cock.”

You moan around his thumb, sucking it a few times before you let it slide out of your mouth. Eren slaps you again, and you titter even when it stings. He plunges his third and fourth fingers into your mouth, pushing them as deep as he can until his knuckles graze your upper lip.

“Don’t choke.” He tilts up his chin haughtily. “Hold it in. You’re a big girl, aren’t you, baby?”

He’s throwing your words back at you. You almost laugh. This fucking bitch.

He’s thrusting his fingers inside your mouth so strongly, it’s almost impossible not to gag but you try your best not to. Your breathing rags when he has his other hand pulling on his belt again, its leather constricting around your throat.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Eren says, smiling both coquettishly and condescendingly when he sees your eyes start to water. “You’re gonna cry, Sweetheart?”

He snatches his fingers away, a thick string of drool dripping down your chin. Your chest is heaving up and down as you cough, which makes Eren simper at the sight. You’re beginning to look wrecked with your lipstick smeared to your cheek and he loves it.

Not wanting to lose, you slide your hand down his chest to the bulge inside his pants. “Why don’t you close your damn mouth for a second, and use this on me instead?”

“I’m glad you asked.”

He unzips his pants, pushing them low enough until he can free himself. Eren, just like Jean, is above normal size. He might be an inch shorter than him, but he has more girth, more pretty veins on the side. It’s already leaking pre-cum from all your teasing, twitching when he feels your warm breath caressing his head. He skims his tip against your lips, tracing the shape of your conceited smile.

“Well, well, well,” you snicker, taking him in your hand and giving him slow, lazy pumps. “Guess you’re not as small as I thought you were.” You reward him with a kiss on his tip. “Still not as long as Jean’s though, which is disappointing.”

Eren has had enough. He can handle your teasing, he can handle the temptation in your gaze, but he can only do it for so long. Without warning, he flips you over, bringing you down until your spine is pressed flat against the sheets, your head dangling over the edge. He slaps the side of his cock against your mouth. “Let’s see if you can still use your mouth after this.” And he pushes in, sliding past your lips and teeth, aiming to hit the back of your throat without waiting for you to adjust. You gag around his length and he can see the way your throat is contracting. It’s beautiful. He doesn't have to imagine—he can vividly see where he is inside your mouth, how far he is down your throat.

“Gonna fuck your mouth now, Princess,” he warns, his tone filled with nothing but mockery. “You better watch your teeth.”

He thrusts forward, one hand still gripping tightly around the belt while his other one takes possession of your breast. You try to relax your jaw as much as you can, eyes shut close with a frown breaking on your temple. Your nose flares as you try to breathe, his testicles smacking against your face with every thrust. It’s the first time someone has ever face-fucked you upside down, and although it frightens you, it also sparks thrill on your skin.

Eren releases you only when he feels you tapping your hands against his thigh, unable to breathe. Coughing, you turn back to your stomach, panting frantically for air. He goes down to his knees, bringing two fingers under your chin to lift your face. Now that your faces are on the same level, he can see hot tears painting your eyes, smudging your mascara. His fingertips are delicate on your cheek, nothing like the way he moved his hips earlier. "You okay?" he asks.

Your vision is too blurry to see the genuinely concerned look on his face. Catching your breath, you try to keep your cocky demeanor in check. “That's all you got, Daddy?”

Your remark stuns him but then his eyes darken. Smiling too innocently to be real, Eren rises back to his feet. He tosses the rest of his clothes to the floor, pitching his voice a little louder when he says, "You're ready for more, Horseface?”

Of course, he is. Jean has been dying to take part in the game again. He's been watching you all the time, observing the way your body jerk with almost every thrust of Eren’s sinful hips. But Jean has always been the more mature one, hasn't he? Kinder, too. “Don’t you need to take a break?” He asks you, and Eren scoffs at the question. You answer with, “No, I don’t,” at the same time as he replies, “No, she doesn’t.”

And that settles it.

Seven minutes later, you have Jean lying underneath you with his cock pulsating deep inside you. You’re bouncing on his lap, your breasts mimicking the motion when they're not caught under Jean's hands. Eren is kneeling right beside his head, stuffing his mouth with his cock. You can feel Jean’s hold around your hips tighten when Eren slides his hand to the back of his skull, taking a handful of his ash-brown hair. “How do you like my cock in your mouth, Leader?” He husks. “Every time you open those pretty lips of yours all I can think about is making you gag around my cock.”

You can feel Jean jolting inside you. Mirroring the expression Eren has on his face, you ask the taller male a question. “Oh, so you like it?” You chime in with a lopsided smile. “You like being talked down like this, don’t you? How very surprising. The charismatic leader of AXIS likes to be degraded in bed.”

Jean blushes, about to move his face away but Eren keeps him still. “I knew those lips would look pretty around my dick," he breathes out, "Look at you taking it in like a fucking whore.” He emphasizes his last words with a string of hard thrusts, making Jean moan harder around his length. Eren throws his head back, drowning in bliss. “Oh, fuck—your mouth feels so good—wanna fill you up with my fucking cum, Jean.”

“What about me?” you shoot him an impish grin, garnering Eren’s attention back to you.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart, you’ll get your turn,” he promises you with a wink. Wrapping the belt around his hand again, he pulls you close. You lean forward in reflex with your hands resting on Jean’s chest, lips meeting Eren’s halfway as he circles his other hand around your throat. “I’m gonna stuff your mouth with my cock again right after we’re finished with him.” Eren takes your lower lip between his teeth. “Gonna cum down your throat so hard, you’re gonna remember how I taste for weeks.”

“Mmm, yes, Daddy.” You grind your hips, biting back a moan when Jean’s pelvis rubs against your clit. Your walls flutter around his cock, robbing a low groan from his throat.

Jean suddenly lifts you by your waist, raising you as high as he can in the air so he can slide himself out of you. Orgasm hits him like the storm and he reaches his high with thick white strings splattering all over his stomach. You blink in surprise, exchanging stares with Eren who is just as startled. Then you both laugh.

Releasing himself from Jean’s mouth, Eren chuckles, “That’s the second time you’ve cummed tonight, Horseface,” he mocks, perceiving the way Jean drapes his arm over his face, hoping that it would be enough to conceal his rosy cheeks.

“Shut up,” he hisses back, deeply mortified.

“What, you can’t even hold it in for ten minutes?” Eren taunts, trading giggles with you. “Have you ever satisfied your women in bed? Seems like to me you don't know how to fuck—”

“Oh my fucking God—” Jean abruptly sits on the bed, almost making you stumble off his lap. You’re still laughing quietly when you try to soothe him down with a kiss.

Eren swipes two fingers across Jean’s stomach, coating his pads with his essence. "Come on," he invites you. "It's only fair."

Rolling your eyes, you bring your face closer to his, darting out your tongue. Eren smears Jean's cum all over your lips and tongue but he smashes his lips against yours so he can share the taste. Jean watches with his face flushed, unprepared to see what's happening before him.

Eren, even though he was so harsh with him before, kneels behind the taller male and wraps his arms around his shoulders from behind.

“It’s okay, Horseface,” he whispers right next to his ear, taking his earlobe between his teeth. “Perhaps you just need some practice. Now sit tight and watch.” Eren’s eyes seem to glow as they catch yours. “I’m gonna teach you how to fuck your woman.”

“Am I your woman, Mr. Jaeger?” You tease him as he meets you in the middle of the bed. You share a kiss, a little too sweet than intended, but you know it’s only a taste of what’s coming.

“For the night.” Eren slides his hand between your legs, talented fingers playing with your clit. “You know, for the little devil that you are, you do have a pretty cunt.” You spread your thighs to let him probe his fingers over your entrance. He rubs his digits around your hole, coating them with your juices before he retracts his hand. Keeping his eyes on yours, he sucks on his fingers. He hums in content, sending shivers down your spine with how sensual he’s being. “Taste fucking sweet too.”

You’re at your limit. This sexual tension between you and him needs to be released. You hate to admit it, but you’ve been wanting him for much longer than you thought. Even way before you started this job. You clamp your fingers around his wrist, stopping him. “No more foreplay.”

His eyes glint in desire. “Then, say it. Say that you want me.”

You take a deep breath, your patience thinning. “I want you.”

The satisfaction in his smile has never been this crystal clear. “All right.” He kisses you softly, tongue slowly pushed in and plundered. “Let’s give him a show he won’t forget, shall we?”

But his next move is anything but soft. He turns you over, slamming your body down to the bed, and keeping your face pressed against the sheets as he rests the heel of his palm between your shoulder blades. He smacks your behind—once, twice—leaving burning handprints on your skin. “Ass in the air, baby girl.”

You hiss in both pain and excitement as you get into position. He’s being as rough as always as if the sweet kisses you just shared with him a few seconds ago were nothing but your imagination. You follow his order, lift your hips, and Eren positions himself behind you. He spits into his palm, lathering his cock before he lets his tip glide against your folds. “I think I’ve made you cry twice before.” He bends forward, murmuring the words against the skin that covers your spine. “But you keep denying that you didn’t.”

“Because that’s the truth,” you heckle him.

“Well then,” he pushes in, burying himself inside you right to the hilt. You almost mewl, taken aback by the friction. You can feel the smirk in his voice when he says, “I’m just gonna have to fuck you hard until you sob out my name, aren’t I?”

When he starts to move, he leaves you gasping. He’s not as big as Jean but he stretches you and fills you in a way that makes you twist your fingers against the sheets. He pumps into you, furiously, groaning in rapture, and building on the shockwaves that already coursed through your body ever since your encounter with Jean. But Eren takes you higher, letting you experience something new—this emotional wrenching, this surge of pleasure and passion, all wrapped into one writhing mess of bodies slick with heat.

“Fuck!” you cry out. Have you ever been fucked this hard before? You don't think you have. If you had, you sure as hell would've remembered it.

Eren steals your hand away from holding you up on the bed. He pins your wrist against your spine, driving himself harder into you. He’s rubbing against your insides so perfectly, that even if he’s not hitting your G-spot just right, it feels like he is even with the slightest sway of his hips.

“That’s right, baby,” he chuckles between heavy breaths, hearing you keen. “That’s more like it.”

The fact that you still feel so fucking tight after taking Jean’s cock inside you makes him ferocious. He leans forward to sink his teeth in the juncture of your neck, making your muscles taut from the pain. With a filthy smile, Eren straightens his back, grabs your other hand, and pins them together behind your back. He keeps them that way, his hand large enough to hold your wrists together. You're whimpering with your forehead planted on the bed, but not for long.

Wanting to take a step further, Eren launches his other hand forward, finding home in your strands before he yanks harshly on the roots. “Ah—” Your eyes are fixated on the ceiling, your hands restrained against your back as Eren propels forward in one hard slam of his hips, hitting your deepest part. He doesn’t give you a chance to breathe—a chance to do anything. He just keeps fucking you like he owns you. And maybe he does, for the night, at least.

You’re close. You’re so close, your body is shaking. “Eren—”

“I know, baby, I know,” he chuckles, picking up his pace. His thrust turns shallow but it’s precisely because of that, that you feel the knots inside your stomach tightening. “God, you feel so fucking good—”

“Ren, I’m gonna cum—”

“Yeah?” He breaks away, flipping you over to your back. You’re whining from the loss. Just a few more thrusts and you would’ve cummed all over his cock. But Eren knew that, that’s why he didn’t.

“I fucking hate you,” you mutter harshly, watching him glide his cock over your folds, slapping it against your clit. It’s so sensitive that your whole body jerk at the sensation.

Eren titters. “How do you like being edged, baby?”

“Eren—damn it—just fuck me.”

“Only if you beg.” His grin was devilish, which suited him so well. “You know how to beg, don’t you, baby girl?”

You almost snarl. He has you right where he wants you. If you had more patience, you would tease him a little more, giving him the taste of his own medicine. But it’s been over an hour—probably two or three, you've lost count—since you started touching each other and you’ve never felt your body aching this much for a release. “Please,” you whisper through gritted teeth.

“What was that, love?” He heard you. You know he did. He just wanted to see your dignity breaking to pieces.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum—ah!” Eren rams himself back in before you can finish, throwing your legs over his shoulders, folding your body in half. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing his digit vigorously around your sensitive nub. The stimulation is too much and you find yourself sobbing out his name, just like he wants you to.

"Eren, fuck, please, please, please, I want to cum."

It’s beautiful the way you moan it, better than anything he'd imagined, making him feel a thousand things at once. “Ah,” he rasps, releasing a breath as his half-lidded eyes gleam in satisfaction. “Finally.”

And he lets you cum on his cock, lets you clench and unclench your walls around him, lets you surrender in his arms. Your entire body convulses, not accustomed to the intensity of pleasure that hit you at once. Eren doesn’t stop—he won’t, not yet. Your mind reels from the overstimulation, your body still quivering.

You expect him to not care and continuously fuck you hard until he finds his own release. But Eren slows down his pace, sliding your legs down from his shoulders and letting them ensnare his waist. When you part your lips to him, he touches you with his tongue and he moans your name, softly like a soulmate would do. His lips, for the first time, feel real. Honest. Sweet.

Maybe it’s because you’re still drowning in delirium that your mind starts to build fantasies on its own. Because right now, you’re imagining that this would be how he would kiss you if you were his lover. The way your bodies complete each other, the way he whispers your name with his lips brushing against your ear, the way he calls you, "Beautiful. You're so beautiful. I want you to belong to me. Want to make you mine.”

Or maybe it's simply because you've just been denying yourself for so long. This attraction between you, this tension, and the electricity that zaps through your body—what if they all mean something more?

Eren keeps your mouths attached as he slowly regains his pace. “I’m close,” he grunts, sinking his face in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, baby, I want to cum inside you.”

That’s maybe why you find yourself sighing out his name, winding your arms around his shoulders, and taking the shell of his ears between your lips. “Then, do it. I want to feel you inside me, Eren. I want to feel all of you.”

And he does, his low groan painting the side of your neck, his fingers lacing around yours as he drags your hand over your head. He’s panting hard, his hips losing their rhythm. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, your free hand slipping between his strands, accidentally unfastening his hair tie as you card your fingers through them. His locks fall to frame his cheeks and he presses his temple against yours as he catches his breath. When your hand rests on his upper arm, you can feel the quivers that run through his muscles.

“Did it feel good?” You ask him, and for the first time that night—or perhaps, ever since you met him—your smile is heartfelt, glazed with affection, tender with adoration.

He returns it with his own lips curving upwards, just as sweet, just as soft. He kisses you once, languid and chaste. “It felt amazing. You?”

“Don’t get cocky, but…” You wind your arms around his neck, playing with the baby hair on his nape. “That’s probably one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

Eren beams back with a smile that is just as youthful as his face. “I’m glad.” He bends his head down, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours. “Hey, what if we go get—”

“Yo, asswipe!”

Jean’s voice strikes like thunder, snapping you both awake from whatever it was that shrouded you. You’ve completely forgotten that he was there, watching you the whole time.

Eren breaks away from you, turning his head over toward the man who’s leaning his back against the headboard, lounging. Jean throws his hand in the air. “What the fuck was that?”

The shorter male clears his throat. Maybe Jean can’t see it from where he is, but being this close to you, you can see the flush that blooms on Eren’s cheeks. “And that,” Eren says, trying his best to display his arrogant smirk but he’s not fooling anyone in the room. “—is how you fuck your women.”

“No,” Jean snorts. “That’s how you made sweet, sweet love to your girlfriend, you pretentious asshole.”

Your face bursts in flames. Eren probably does too. “Shut up, Jean, you want me to fuck you instead? Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson.”

“I think I’ve had enough of your dick, thank you,” Jean grimaces, sticking out his tongue. His eyes drift toward you, frowning when he sees you unfastening the belt from around your throat, unwinding it in the air as you shift closer to him. “What are you doing?”

“Considering Eren is a bad teacher.” You’re much better than the brunette in concealing your emotions. “I’m thinking about teaching you a lesson myself.” Eren blinks in confusion before his realization sinks in. Then, he smiles. Wicked and smug.

Jean shudders, both in horror and excitement, as you spread the belt between your hands. Eren drapes his arm around your shoulder. Both of you look casual, but the question you’re asking is anything but.

“So how do you feel about being tied up, Leader?”

***

Smokes fill the air as you're lying down on the bed. Your body is still bare from head to toe, skin glistening with sweat. You're savoring the aftertaste of your orgasm, nestled between the two men with your bedcover draping over the bottom half of your bodies.

Eren, just like Jean, is lying on his back, his key-shaped pendant rests above his heart. He takes a drag of his cigarette before he passes it to you and lets you do the same. You mirror his action before you hand it over to Jean.

"So that was wild," Eren comments, breaking the silence.

Jean inhales around his cigar, blowing puffs of smoke to paint the air. “I've had wilder nights.”

“Shut the fuck up, bro, you cummed, like, four times.”

Jean's long arm stretches past you, smacking Eren hard on his chest. "Three!"

You giggle, the sound feels like music to their ears and a couple of seconds later, they share your laughter. “Man, I’m glad they hired you,” Jean says, staring fondly at you.

You scrunch your nose cutely at him. “You certainly didn’t think that way when we first met.”

“Well, I’ve changed my mind.”

“Great. I’m only gonna be your assistant for another week, though.”

“What?” It's Eren who replies, turning around to face you with his body props by his elbow. “Why?”

“Cause I’m tired of your shits." He pouts at your answer. Stifling a laugh, you retrieve the cigarette back from Jean's hand. “Come on now, Eren, we both know you aren’t a pleasure to work with." Jean snickers at your comment but you quickly silence him with, "Neither are you, Genius.”

"Not a pleasure?" Eren, despite his age and the attitude he showcased a few minutes ago, only pouts harder. “Didn’t I just make you cum, though? Like, four times?”

You wish you could correct him like Jean did but no, that's about right. "S-shut up."

When silence comes to sit like an old friend, the three of you are musing over the same thoughts in a slightly different way. “Well, then..." Jean pauses. "What’s gonna happen now?”

“Keep it between us and move on, what else?” You voice out, handing over the cigarette to the brunette. Eren sulks, even in a more childish way than Armin does. Somehow, after what happened, he becomes much more expressive. And you wonder if he had always been like this from the start but you hadn't been able to notice this side of him until now. “Now, now, boys," you say. "No need to look so upset. You’ll find another set of boobs tomorrow, I’m sure.”

"Yeah, okay," Jean snorts, brooding in his own way.

“A week,” Eren states, startling you both. “We still got a week, right? There’s still a lot amount of sex we can do until then.”

You're left dumbfounded before you titter, “That’s true, I guess. No strings attached?”

Eren, chewing on his lip, slides his hand underneath the cover, moving it closer to yours. You feel his pinky grazing tentatively against your own before you lay out your palm and he intertwines your fingers with his. Smiling sheepishly to himself, he says, "No strings attached."

You feel your heart warmed by the sight. Averting your gaze to see the other man, you toss him the same question. "What about you, Mr. Kirstein? Are you in?"

He dramatically sighs, shrugging. “Well, I mean, if you insist."

And when you laugh, Eren can taste it with his lips. When you drift away to sleep, Jean protects you with his arms.

And tomorrow...

Well, let's see what happens next.

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This was long as fuck I'm so sorry, but hey HC time!

imagine idol ren dancing like this:

His outfits on the stage:

This video right here is literally how I imagine idol!ren to look like (the hair, the outfit, the way he dances, his expressions, his BODY ROLLS)

Idol!Jean's solo stage be like (is this magic mike LMAO):

The kind of fanservice EreJean do on stage:

Giving my biggest thanks and kisses to Sandra, Joli, Coi and Ben for reading this for me beforehand and giving me input/feedback as always. I love you girls ❤️❤️❤️

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[lonely-lost-soul]

“I’m Not Soft.”

Request 5: Techno and the voices simping for the reader, maybe after reader gets in (and wins) a fight or something more domestic like farming or playing with Steve

Requested By: Anonymous 

(Technoblade X Female Reader)

~Added a little bit of spice~

Technoblade kicked the snow off his boots sending little flurries all inside the doorway of his cabin. He had just arrived home, he was coming home much later than he anticipated getting held up at a long-running syndicate meeting. He was greeted by the savory smell of baked potatoes and steak, it had him practically drooling. Techno wandered into the kitchen after hanging up his cloak by the door, his plate was sitting in the furnace. He peeked inside and saw it was set on low heat just to keep his food warm, he smiled softly. 

‘She’s so thoughtful. Keeping it warm for us. We should give her a kiss! Where even is she? Find her before you eat. You can sit together!’ 

Technoblade let out a soft hum of acknowledgment listening to the advice of the voices and searching for his lady love. He stepped into the living room and noticed the fire was roaring away in the fireplace, you were still here then, very early on he made sure you knew to put the fireplace out when you were finished in the room. He had a close call with Tommy when he was living here, and since then he made sure to remind you constantly about the fireplace. He spotted you and Steve curled up next to one another by the said fireplace, you were buried in his white fur and he was snoring away loudly beside you. A book was in your lap and you were wearing one of his shirts as a pajama top, socks with little bears on them adorned your feet. 

‘Oh my god, they’re so cute together. Take a picture! Take a picture! She looks so peaceful…’

Technoblade smiled gently making sure he did end up snapping a picture, just so he could tease you about it later. Plus you were adorable and you snuggling with Steve really melted his frozen heart, 

‘SIMP!’ 

     “You guys are doing the same thing shut up.” He growled under his breath finally walking over to you, Steve cracked his eyes open and let out a low snarl before comprehending who stood in front of him. Once he recognized The Blade he let out a disgruntled huff before falling back asleep, his movement caused you to stir. Technoblade watched as you rub the sleep from your eyes, before running your hands through your messy hair. “Morning Princess,” He cooed squatting down beside you. You blinked blearily at him for a moment before a smile lit up your face, you moved quickly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He couldn’t help but smile in response to the hug, his hands were placed on his lower back as he squeezed.

‘So small and cute. Just like a little kitten.~ Can you give her a kiss now? I’m tired of asking for a kiss just do it. Stop making him sound like a simp. Wait look she’s pulling away-’

You pressed a kiss to his lips murmuring a weak, ‘welcome home Protesilaus.’ He shivered a little at the use of his Greek title and gave you a kiss back. 

     “Did you make me dinner?” You hummed nodded your head sleepily, “You spoil me, Princess.” He cupped your cheek with his hand and you nuzzled into it, you looked blissful. 

     “Only cause you deserve it, big guy. Want me to sit with you while you eat.” 

     “If you’re up for it.” Another kiss was pressed against the side of his lips and he purred fondly. You giggled a little and he flushed darkly, “Don’t laugh at me that’s cringe.”

     “Not laughing at you, I just love it when you purr. You’re like a big lion, who’s only soft for me.” He scoffed with an eye roll, 

     “I’m soft to no one.” 

     “Sure you’re not Tech.” You gently pat his cheek before standing up and cracking your back, Technoblade stood up beside you. The both of you walked into the kitchen, you sat at the table while he grabbed his meal. He dug in and his eyes fluttered, 

     “This is so good, god I’m so glad you’re my girlfriend.” 

     “Just for the cooking?” You teased fluttering your eyes at him and he looked thoughtful for a moment, 

     “Well, that and the great se-” You let out an indignant sound interrupting his sentence you went so red it even spread to your ears. Technoblade laughed loudly, “You’re so adorable when you’re flustered,” a smirk spread across his lips. 

‘We got her. Oh my god, she’s so cute. Awwww she’s embarrassed what a sweetheart. You should pinch her cheeks. Show her what we mean- DON’T BE GROSS. He was gross first though!’

     “You’re a terror,” You scoffed fanning your hot face with your hand trying to cool yourself down. 

     “Exactly and don’t you forget it, Princess.” He had a soft pink flush across his cheeks as you flipped him off, “Maybe later.”

     “Techno!” You squawked as he roared with laugher, “What is with you tonight!?”

     “I just missed you. I’ve been away from you all day can you blame me?”

     “I suppose not…” You trailed off smiling softly over at him and he smiled right back at you. “I’m going to head to bed, you coming or what?”

     “I’m right behind you.” He hummed placing his plate in the sink before following you up the stairs. 

The next morning was dedicated solely to you, not only because Technoblade wanted to but also because the voices just wanted to stay close to you. Your head was tightly tucked underneath his chin as he watched you sleep. The rise and fall of your chest was hypnotic and he placed his hand on your chest feeling your heartbeat flutter against his hand. He smiled watching you wake up for a second time with a sweet yawn, he kissed your nose as you regained consciousness. You snickered softly giving him a kiss right back, “Morning Techno.” 

     “Morning Princess,” He greeted, “I was wondering if you wanted to walk Steve with me today.”  

     “I’d love nothing more,” you smiled warmly “on one condition.”

     “And that would be?” Technoblade raised an eyebrow, his hand gently stroking your hip. 

      “I get to wear your cape.” His face scrunched up with disgust, 

      “My cape is sacred, you know this.”

      “I promise I’ll take really good care of it. Please for your wonderful and stunning girlfriend.” 

      “Eh?” He muttered as you batted your eyelashes at him, and despite his original distaste the voices melted seeing your face. 

‘She’s so cute. Adorable, look at those big ole eyes. Tell her she’s cute! Love of our life truly. She’s a teasing little shit ain’t she? Let her wear the cape, what's the harm?’

       “Cringe,” Technoblade said instead and the voices groaned loudly in his ears, he watched your face settle into a pout. He clicked his tongue annoyed at your pout, “come or don’t either way I gotta walk Steve- oof-“ Technoblade grunted as you sat down on his hips glaring at him. 

      “Give me the cape now.” You glared into his eyes, hands gripping onto his shoulders, his eyes lit up with amusement. 

     “Oh, you taking charge here Princess? I don’t mind if you think you can handle me.” The voices and he relished in the way your entire face turned red and you rested your forehead on his neck. 

    “You’re impossible but I’m still taking your fucking cape cringe-lord.”

     “Nerd.” He mused with a fond kiss to your lips, “but fine. I suppose you can borrow it.” Technoblade relented with a small smile, as your entire face lit up like the sun. 

‘Worth it. That smile! Be still my heart! She’s going to look so adorable. Trust us Techno you made the correct choice.’

He rolled his eyes and watched you tilt your head to the side, “The voices?” Technoblade gave a little nod. 

      “They’re being stupid.”

‘STUPID! FUCK OFF! WE’RE HELPING YOU SCORE!’

      “What’re they saying?” 

Sweat gathered on Technoblade’s brow, well now he couldn’t say they were complimenting you. He’d look like such an asshole. 

        “Nothing important.” He tried to cover himself up quickly and you gave a little smirk of your own. “Shut up don’t-“

       “Aw, do they like me?~” You cooed pinching the man’s cheek. “I love them too, they’re a part of you after all.” Now it was Technoblade’s turn to flush red all over if the voices weren’t gushing before they were now. 

‘Kiss her oh my god kiss her. We love her too! Tell her that right now! She needs to know! Bark bark bark bark! Everyone here is a simp. I’m the only one with a brain cell. Technooooooo tell her pleaaaaaseeeee.’

      “They Ugh...they want me to tell you they love you too.” He watched you smile again, “they also want me to give you a kiss.”

       “Well tell them I accept their kiss.”

       “Oh, they know sweetheart believe me.” He leaned forward to capture your lips, he felt you sigh pleasantly against them. His hands moved down to rest on your hips, rubbing gentle circles on them. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss but you pulled away from him, he let out a growl of disagreement. 

        “Oh hush up you grump. We have to feed the bears and dogs, plus if we’re walking Steve we need to get going.” 

       “Tease.” He grunted as you whacked him on the chest, before hopping off his lap to get dressed. He followed you out of bed, as the both of you got ready for the day ahead. You finished before Techno and slid down the ladders to whip up a quick breakfast and feed Steve. By the time Technoblade came downstairs, Steve was happily chowing away and you handed Technoblade two slices of bread. He gave you a quick kiss on the side of his head before shoveling the food into his mouth, he heard you giggle and he raised an eyebrow. “What’re you laughing at exactly?”

     “You’re eating like Steve,” Technoblade made an indignant sound of protest which only caused you to laugh harder. Sometimes he genuinely wondered how he put up with you but then he remembered he loved you and wouldn’t trade you for the world. He only rolled his eyes at you before grabbing Steve’s designated leash and hooking him up to it, the bear let out a huff and his little stub of a tail began to wiggle. “Someone’s excited,” You cooed at the bear scratching under his chin, “My big ole sweetheart.”

     “(Y/n) he’s supposed to be a killing machine please don’t coddle him.”

     “Oh fuck off Techno. Look at his face!” You squished the bear’s cheeks between your hands, “he wouldn’t hurt a fly!” The bear rumbled loudly in his throat but it was more of a pleasant sound than a threatening one. Technoblade raised an eyebrow at the antics before him, 

     “Leave our guard bear alone and go put on your boots.” You huffed but ultimately decided not to be a brat and listen to your boyfriend for once, you stood beside the door as Steve and he wandered up towards you. An eyebrow was raised and he looked you up and down, 

     “What?”

     “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He watched you slowly blink before patting the sides of your winter jacket, and he chuckled deeply. He took off his cape and draped it across your shoulders, your face lit up and you snuggled into the fluff. It flowed behind you much more than it did when Technoblade wore it, it was swallowing you up. 

‘She’s so precious! We were correct, good job Techno. Such a good, sweet girl. We’re protecting her from the harsh elements! True! You don’t want her to get sick do you?’

Technoblade snapped out of his thoughts as he felt a soft kiss against the side of his cheek, “Thank you Tech, you made my morning.”

     “Anything for you.”

‘We’d kill for her you know. If anyone even looks at her wrong we’ll tear them apart. Guys, could you lighten up a little? Sheesh. Never she’s our stability.’

     “Shall we?” He held out his arm and you wrapped your hand around it snuggling against his side, he really was down bad for you. The both of you stepped out it was a beautiful sunny day the wind only a gentle chill, Techno grunted as Steve eagerly pulled him forward. He heard you laugh as he stumbled down the steps, he shot you a glare over his shoulder and you flipped him off. 

‘Hot.’ 

Technoblade’s face scrunched up in disbelief, “what the hell chat…” he muttered but the heat he felt in his cheeks showed he agreed with the voices. Once again at his side the two of you walked in the direction of Snow Chester, once you both came to the shoreline Technoblade turned towards you. “Would you like to visit L’manhole someday day soon?”

     “Like you even have to ask me that. I’d love to see the damage you caused.”

‘Our little anarchist in training.~ I for one, Can’t wait for her to join the Syndicate. We don’t want her to remember, we want to protect her. Exactly, her joining could put her at risk.’

     “Then we’ll go soon I promise.” 

     “I look forward to it big guy,” You cooed, pressing a feather-light kiss to his lips that sent electricity down to the tips of his toes. He tilted his head deepening the kiss slightly, his hand cupping your cheek, it was so small in his hand. He loved hearing the soft whimper you made against his lips as his tongue slipped into your mouth but the moment was shattered as he heard Steve let out a low warning growl. He rapidly pulled away and shoved you behind his back, he came face to face with BadBoyHalo, the egg cult leader himself. “Is that BBH?” 

     “Looks like it,” Techno muttered as you slipped out from behind him, the demon was in his smaller form and he waved enthusiastically. “Careful Princess,” Techno murmured hesitantly, watching him skip over, “remember the egg.” 

     “I got this Tech, no worries. I’ll be back in a moment alright.” You met Bad halfway and Technoblade shuffled uncomfortably. 

‘Don’t let her go. He’s gonna hurt her. Keep a steady eye. She’s not fragile but eavesdrop just in case. Be careful, and keep alert. Blood for the Blood God. Not yet shut up.’ 

Technoblade clicked his tongue but did eavesdrop on their conversation allowing Steve to sniff at the ground nearby for bugs.

     “(Y/n) my little muffin! How’re you doing?” 

     “I’m doing good Bad! I haven’t seen you in a while, how're you doing? Still doing egg stuff?”

     “Of course silly! That’s why I wanted to visit you.” He grabbed your hands, “I need your help.” He grazed his claws across the back of your hands, Techno watched you raise a suspicious eyebrow. 

‘That’s my girl. Always being suspicious and alert.’ He mentally praised, and the voice agreed with his though,

     “And that help would be what exactly?”

     “You need to convince Techno to give the egg a second chance!” You stared at him blankly and Technoblade tried not to laugh. 

     “Bad, you’re one of my good friends but I fucking hate the egg too.” His smile faltered a little bit and Technoblade’s hand went to the sword on his hip. Bad’s smile quickly returned and cupped your cheeks,

     “Language dear.” He scolded his smile turning strained, “this just means I need to introduce you to the egg silly! It’s going to love you,” 

     “Bad No.” He began to squeeze your face, nails digging into the flesh of your cheeks. Your eyes flashed with fear and Technoblade was about to step forward and intervene but skidded to a halt as he watched you knee Bad in the stomach. Technoblade’s jaw fell open, as you grabbed Bad’s arm as he bent over in pain and flipped him over your shoulder slamming his back into the snow and dirt. Bad let out a pained sound, but all Technoblade could focus on was the way his cape flew to the side with a flourish as you recovered. Your hair stuck to your cheeks as you glowered at the demon, “Don’t touch me.” You stood up, looking more regal than Techno’s ever seen you look, “Go home Bad, and don’t come back till you’ve sorted yourself out. This egg thing has really fucked with your head.” You walked back over towards Techno and smirked at him the fire in your eyes still burning bright. You brought a hand towards his face and you closed Technoblade’s jaw with your finger, “You’re going to catch flies babe.” His jaw snapped shut as you winked at him, you took Steve from his hand and began to walk away. 

‘Damn the cape’s covering her ass. THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE FOCUSING ON?! SHE JUST FLIPPED BADBOYHALO LIKE HE WAS A SACK OF POTATOES! NO FUCKS GIVEN! Stop screaming you’re too loud. Get me a woman who can flip me like that. God, I love strong women. Techno go make out with her right now don’t let her get away with that! We made the right choice with her, maybe she should join the Syndicate. Yeah but then seeing this side wouldn’t be as special-’

     “Tech you coming?” You called over your shoulder, 

‘Yes ma’am. Anything for you. Such a tease.’

He said nothing but followed in your footsteps, hands twitching at his sides, desperately trying to ignore the way the voices purred and begged for him to make out with you right here in the snow. 

As soon as you removed the collar from around Steve’s neck, and hung it back in it’s place by the door Technoblade pushed you up against the wall. You gave a squeak in surprise that he absolutely relished in, maybe he was a little bit of a sadist. His cape fell from your shoulders with a soft clatter as he roughly pressed his lips to yours, he watched your eyes droop closed before closing his eyes as well. “That was the hottest thing we’ve ever fucking seen,” He growled against your lips hoisting you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist. 

     “We?” You said breathlessly as his kisses moved from your lips and down to your neck, 

     “The voices.” He nipped at the skin between your shoulder and neck, enjoying the way your breath hitched in your throat. 

     “Oh,” was all you managed to get out letting your head fall back against the wall with a soft thump. Techno snickered against the burning skin on your neck, you whined a little before meekly murmuring, “Don’t stop. Please Technoblade.” 

‘Well, you heard the little lady. Don’t stop Technoblade. Make her beg some more first. Agreed, that’s what she gets for teasing us after all. Give the girl what she wants already. Who are we to deny her when she looks like that? We live to please one person and that’s her.’

Technoblade panted softly, throughout his life he was never one to deny giving the voices what they wanted. Especially when that something was you.  

[whumpcereal]

behavior modification, part nine

<previous, masterlist here!

taglist: @darkthingshappen, @oddsconvert, @aut0psy-s, @reflected-pain, @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @mylifeisonthebookshelf (let me know you if you'd like to be added!)

content warnings for: noncon touch, implied future noncon, CSA mention (again, very veiled), forced nudity, reflections on past abuse, adult language, creepy/intimate whumper, dehumanization, muzzles, collars, restraints, humiliation, weird feeding behavior (I have no idea how to tag this)

part nine, breakfast time

“Did you sleep well, sweet boy?” 

Jack blinks, his eyes still gritty with sleep. No, he did not sleep well. How could he? If he ever gets out of here, he’s never putting Carl in that fucking crate ever again. 

When he gets out of here. He will.  He has to. 

“I asked you a question, Jackie,” Ivan coos. He bends down and ruffles Jack’s hair, and Jack recoils. His shoulder blades bump against the crate door, and he hisses beneath the muzzle. Ivan chuckles. “Oh, that’s right. I suppose you can’t answer me.” His thumb grazes over the leather that traps Jack’s lips. 

Jack can’t make himself look up. Looking down isn’t so great either–it’s a reminder of just how exposed he is–but at least looking at his own bruised knees is better than looking at Ivan’s smug fucking face. 

“Today,” Ivan says coolly, “is about establishing our routine. This, after all, is the first day of the rest of your life, isn’t it?” 

Jack feels a chill run all the way to his bowels. He grunts beneath the bit. 

Ivan kneels down in front of him, key in hand. He gently detaches Jack’s wrists from his collar, and he takes one of Jack’s hands, rubbing it between both of his own. Jack flinches as the pins and needles prickle at his flesh, but he’s grateful; he doesn’t feel it when Ivan presses his lips to his palm. 

“Contrary to what you might think, you’re not a prisoner here.” Ivan takes up Jack’s other hand. “You’re an important collaborator, aren’t you? So, I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.” Another kiss. 

Jack swallows bile. He tries to draw back, but Ivan seizes his hand so tightly that Jack can feel his bones shift. 

“We’ll begin with breakfast.” Ivan’s voice is light, but his grip on Jack’s hand is like iron. “I’m sure you’re hungry. And it’s important that we keep you fed and watered, or it will be very hard for you to concentrate on your training, won’t it? We don’t want any confounding variables affecting our research.” 

Jack groans behind the muzzle, and Ivan releases his hand. He cocks his head at Jack.

“You look tired, darling.” 

Then his thumbs are digging at Jack’s eyes, clearing away the sleep. Jack tries to raise his arms, to push Ivan away, but they’re still heavy and slow. Ivan catches his wrists, and he smiles, like Jack is a little child who’s done something naughty. 

“Don’t, Jackie. You know what I’ll have to do, if you don’t cooperate.” 

Ivan leans forward, nipping gently at the flesh just above Jack’s collar. He smells like he’s just showered, some kind of musky soap that makes Jack feel dizzy. No! Jack tries to protest, but the sound is trapped in his throat. 

He feels Ivan laugh against his skin. “You don’t like that, do you? We’ll work on that.” 

Jack shakes his head, and Ivan laughs again. 

“You still think you have a say, don’t you? Oh, Jackie. That’s over now. I’ll be making all the decisions from here on out. And I’ve told you: it’s breakfast time.” 

Ivan grabs the leash from the top of the crate and clips it on to Jack’s collar again.  He smiles. 

“You really are a pretty little puppy, you know?” 

Pretty. Jack’s cheeks burn, but he lets himself be led toward the table. His arms and shoulders ache under his own weight. He wants to stand. He needs to. Surely, he’ll have to, in order to sit at the table. But, as Jack shifts his weight, Ivan wraps the leash around his fist and stops him short. 

“Now, pets aren’t usually permitted to eat at the table. I’m sure you didn’t invite your Carl to jump up and eat with you.”

Jack snarls, and the sound reminds him very much of Carl. Ivan only laughs and pats him on the head. 

“At mealtimes, you’ll kneel here.” 

He secures the other end of the leash to one of the eyelets beneath the table. Jack stays on his hands and knees. He won’t kneel. He’s not Ivan Peters’ pretty little puppy. But Ivan laughs again, and then his hands wrap around Jack’s hips, forcing them down. He slides one hand over Jack’s belly, pressing Jack back against him, and uses the other to reach under the table and pull the leash further through its metal loop. When Ivan lets him go, Jack barely has enough slack to move his head. If he shifts from his knees, he’ll strangle. 

“I enjoy a challenge, Jackie,” Ivan says, his voice husky. He nibbles at Jack’s neck again, this time, worrying the skin until it stings. When Jack hisses, Ivan bears down, sucking hard. 

Bill used to do that. He would mark Jack each time they were together. So that you remember who you belong to, sweet boy. He wonders if Ivan knows. He might. Ivan knows so much more about Jack than he should.

Ivan pulls away, thumbing at the fresh mark he’s left behind. “It suits you.” 

Jack tries to drop his head, but the leash holds him at attention. Ivan grins and slides his hands down Jack’s arms, forcing them behind his back and locking them together.  

“For now, you will not have the use of your hands,” Ivan whispers in Jack’s ear. 

He drops a kiss to Jack’s bare shoulder before taking the skin between his teeth again, coaxing another wine dark bruise to flower. Jack moans. Ivan releases him with a wet smack of his lips. 

“But I will take the muzzle off, darling. If you don’t want it replaced with something worse, you’ll keep quiet and take what you’re given. Do you understand?” 

Jack can’t nod, but he certainly understands. He’s well aware of what Ivan could use to stop his mouth. He can feel it pressing against his back. 

He shivers. 

“Good boy.” Ivan grins and rises behind him. “Now, you wait here. I’ll go and get your breakfast. Aren’t you a lucky boy, being waited on hand and foot?”

And then Ivan actually fucking leaves. He keys in the code to the steel door and disappears up the stairs. 

Wait here. Like Jack has any other choice. He shifts backward, just a little, and the collar resists, rubbing against what he’s starting to realize is raw flesh. Fantastic. But still, he’s grateful for the pain. It makes him feel a little less guilty about the tears gathering at the back of his eyes. He’s crying because his collar is too tight. It’s not because he’s losing his fucking mind. 

Three days ago, life was normal. He talked to Joe. He made the bed. He walked Carl. He cleaned the house. He danced in the kitchen. He didn’t know–he would have paid more attention if he’d known those hours were his last. 

He shouldn’t have let himself get so comfortable. It was stupid, to believe that life would ever truly belong to him. He doesn’t deserve it.

Jack hears Bill’s voice in his head. You were made for this, sweet boy. This is what you deserve. 

He’s still crying when Ivan comes back, plate in hand. 

“Miss me already?” Ivan smirks.

Jack squeezes his eyes shut. There is the soft clatter of the plastic plate against the steel table, and Jack feels Ivan settling in close to him. Fingers fidget with the padlock, and then the muzzle is pulled away.  Jack can’t close his mouth, just like before, but the basement air is deliciously cool on his clammy skin.

“I brought you something soft,” Ivan says. “I’m sure your jaw is tired. You’ll have to get used to that, won’t you?”

Jack shakes his head. “I won’t–”

“Ah, ah, ah, Jackie. Don’t make me remind you already.” Ivan taps the remote in his pocket, and Jack swallows his protestations. Ivan nods his approval. “That’s right. Keep quiet, sweet boy. It will be much easier for you if you do.” 

Ivan grabs the plate from the table. Jack smells sulfur. Eggs, then. It’s better than fucking Alpo. 

But then, Ivan pinches at the rubbery scrambled eggs with his fingers. He drops the eggs into his palm and stretches it out to Jack. 

Jesus, the guy expects Jack to eat from the literal palm of his hand. 

“Go on,” Ivan says. “Eat.” 

Jack blinks. He tries to shake his head. The leash rattles, and his skin chafes. 

“Aren’t you hungry?” 

“Please,” Jack says softly. He looks at the yellow lumps in Ivan’s hand, and he thinks he might be sick.  “I–I can’t.” 

Ivan sighs. “I assure you, you can. You know, Jackie, because we’re not wiping you the way WRU has wiped their product in the past, you’re going to have to work very hard to overcome your learned behaviors and previous expectations.” Ivan uses his free hand to grip Jack’s chin, squeezing until Jack whimpers.  “I know that will be hard, but I believe you can do it. You will do it.” 

Ivan lets go and watches Jack with cold eyes, but there’s a smile on his lips. 

“Now, we both know that when it comes to motivation, incentives are key. I want to keep you motivated, darling, so, I’m going to provide an incentive for being good. If you take what I give you without argument, I’ll give you something to cover up with for our training session today. Won’t that be nice?” 

Clothes. He’s offering Jack clothes. 

Ivan’s hand moves closer to Jack’s face. “Eat, sweet boy. Or I’ll get creative with these chains and force feed you.” 

Jack winces. He doesn’t want to give Ivan the opportunity to debase him any further. Not today, at least. He can feel the disgust rolling through his entire body, but he dips his head as far as he can. Ivan cups the back of Jack’s head, pushing it down to meet the food in his palm. 

Jack’s lips slide over Ivan’s hand, but his jaw is so sore that he can’t seem to find purchase; he mouths at the chunks of eggs, but only a few actually make it where they are supposed to go. So, he does the only thing he can: he uses his tongue, lapping at Ivan’s hand like some kind of animal. 

Ivan is delighted. “What a smart boy.” He forces an amused breath from his nostrils as Jack finishes what he’s been offered. “You’re very good with your little tongue, aren’t you?” 

Jack almost chokes. 

“Oh, don’t be afraid, sweet boy,” Ivan laughs. He turns back to the plate and refills his hand.  “I was only giving you a compliment. And since you’re not muzzled, you can thank me, can’t you?”

“What?”  

“I gave you a compliment. That was kind of me. When your owner gives you anything, you must be gracious.” This time, Ivan doesn’t wait for Jack to meet his hand; he pinches the eggs between his thumb and forefinger and forces them between Jack’s lips. His empty fingers stroke a heavy path down Jack’s throat until he swallows. “Say thank you, sweet boy.” 

Jack coughs, and the words are out before he can reconsider. “Thank you, sweet boy.” 

“Hilarious.” 

Ivan reaches down and wraps his hand around Jack. 

No. Not again. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. 

Ivan’s wrist twists, and he starts to move. “Say it again, like you mean it,” he says, voice low and suggestive. 

Jack tries to press his legs together, but Ivan’s other hand catches his knee and holds him in place. 

“Thank me,” Ivan purrs. “And I’ll stop.”

Negative reinforcement, Jack thinks. Removing an aversive stimulus to encourage a behavior. Ivan’s already training him. And then, Jack can’t think at all, because Ivan’s pace quickens. His hand is still warm from the eggs, and it slides too easily over Jack’s skin. 

Jack won’t let his body respond. He won’t. 

“Th-aaagh!--thank you.”

Ivan’s thumb slides over his slit. “Sir.”

Jack’s back arches, and his collar digs in. He yelps. Ivan doesn’t let up. 

“Say it, Jackie.” 

Jack grits his teeth. “Thank you–oh, God–thank you–ngh!--sir!” 

“Good boy!” Ivan’s touch disappears, and Jack slumps in relief. But the respite is brief. Ivan loosens the leash and forces Jack’s head backward, tipping a glass of water against his lips.  “Now, drink this down, and then we’ll brush your teeth.” 

The thought of Ivan putting anything else in his mouth is too much. 

“I can do it myself,” Jack counters. Ivan tips the glass again, effectively silencing him. 

“No, you can’t. Not without your hands,” Ivan points out. “I’ll have to help you get dressed too. You did very well, Jackie. You can cover up a little today.” He sets the glass on the table, but he doesn’t release Jack. He buries his face against Jack’s neck, flicking the tip of his tongue over the mark he made before, and then he bares his teeth. He glances up at Jack. “What do you say?” 

“Thank you,” Jack manages, but Ivan doesn’t pull away. He pinches thin skin between his front teeth, and Jack jolts beneath him. “Sir! Sir!” 

“Very good!” Ivan sounds like a demented kindergarten teacher. “You know, eventually, we’ll have to repackage those responses; after all, you’ll have to learn how to like these things. But for now, I think we can use your aversion to our advantage, don’t you?” 

Jack will never like those things. He doesn’t want Ivan to touch him. He never wanted Bill to touch him, or any of the others. Ivan won’t make him like it. Ivan won’t make him want it. He can’t. 

Can he? 

The leash is released from the table, and Ivan releases Jack’s wrists. Jack knows he’ll be bound again when they reach the bathroom, but Ivan likes to see him crawl. Of course he does. He tugs until Jack finds his way to his hands and knees. 

“Don’t you look pretty like that?” 

Jack stares at the floor, and he feels patchy blush rising all over his body. Joe never calls him pretty. He knows better, knows that it conjures memories Jack would rather keep buried forever. Joe tells him he’s beautiful. And strong. And worthy. 

“Didn’t I give you another compliment, sweet boy?” 

Jack forces himself to swallow a sob. “Thank you. Sir.” 

Ivan laughs and leans down to pinch his ass. “It’s a shame to cover you up. But you did what you were asked, didn’t you? It’s important to be consistent with reinforcement, isn’t it? It will help establish contingencies. It will make it harder for you to resist.” 

Jack tells himself he’ll resist, but already, the thought feels futile. Ivan tugs on the leash again.

“Now, come along. We’ll brush your teeth so you’ll be all minty fresh when I put the muzzle back on. We’ve got a busy day ahead.”

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