#only came away with minor nitpicks

[theragethatisdesire]

three's a... - jean kirschstein x afab!reader x eren jaeger - 18+!!!

i feel like i have mentioned the possibility of giving y'all an erejean threesome way too many times to keep holding out on you, so now that i've finally nitpicked this fic to death, here we are!! literally living my dreams vicariously through this fic. i'm still not 100% happy with it, but eren and jean are sexy here and are doing half of the work of making this worth the read for me lolol. it's also written mostly through jean's pov which was interesting to play with.

pairing: eren jaeger x reader x jean kirschstein

wc: 6.5k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, threesome, established relationship (eren's ur perfect bf and u guys can't stop having sex with jean lol), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, rough sex, vaginal fingering, degradation, biting, dirty talk, penetrative vaginal sex, anal (fingering and fucking), swearing, use of names (slut, brat, pretty girl, good girl, angel), mean dom eren vs soft dom jean, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia/crying, creampie, double penetration, bicurious jean and bicurious eren (tasty, they definitely don't keep their hands to themselves), polyamory implied

buckle up, this was a blast to write and i hope it's equally as fun to read. enjoy <33

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Jean should definitely not be here.

He should absolutely not be on his living room couch with Eren Jaeger’s girlfriend’s head in his lap, playing idly with her hair. By all traditional conventions and rules of exclusive relationships, Jean’s fairly sure that letting your girlfriend rest her head on the crotch of your roommate while he strokes her hair is on the no-no list. Not for Eren, apparently, who has your feet in his lap on the other end of the couch, playing with your toes absentmindedly and making you giggle and kick him in protest. Jean should not be here, but you and Eren have made a habit of roping him into circumstances that he would never admit to, not even at gunpoint.

If Jean is brutally, painfully honest with himself, he knows he had gotten himself into this. You were just so cute, wisping around their apartment in a big tshirt and tiny shorts in the mornings, always making sure to save him a cup of coffee. Maybe he had let his lingering glances linger just a little too long, smirked over his coffee mug at you one too many times, come up behind you to help you reach something on the top shelf and leaned a little too close, Jean couldn’t pinpoint exactly what caused Eren to notice his clear attraction towards you, but he did. Instead of getting his ass kicked like he had expected when you and Eren sat down to confront him, Jean had learned something.

Eren Jaeger has a greedy, spoiled brat of a girlfriend.

That had been the first time Jean came in you, fucking into your throat while Eren watched from across the room, palming over the bulge in his jeans. The second time, the two of you had invited Jean out for a drink, which, in hindsight, he should have seen the ulterior motive from a mile away. He had ended up cumming in your pussy, bending you over in the bar bathroom with Eren’s cock in your mouth. The third time had been in Eren’s bedroom as you rode him, Eren sitting behind you and working your hips over Jean’s cock as you wailed.

Jean had stopped his ministrations in your hair as he was reflecting on how exactly he got into this situation, trying very hard not to think too far into the filthy details to prevent propping your head up with an erection. You make a little noise of discontent, grabbing at his hands and urging them back to your hair.

“Jean, don’t stop. Feels good.”

Jean’s mouth tightens into a thin line at your choice of words, words he’s heard from you before under very different circumstances, but he obliges. So much for self control. Eren raises a smug eyebrow at him from across the couch.

“You’re giving her what she wants, right, Kirschtein?”

Jesus, you two are insatiable, still managing to grate on Jean’s razor-thin willpower with all of your clothes on. Jean wonders briefly what the appeal is for Eren, if he gets off on watching you take another man’s cock, bring another man near to tears with your warm, silken cunt. Does Eren enjoy dangling you in front of Jean until he’s forced to give in? Eren’s gaze lingers on Jean’s hands, threading through your hair, awaiting an answer.

“Yeah,” Jean says, not trusting any more words to his loose lips. They’ve already betrayed him three times now, saying yes when they should have been saying no.

“Good,” Eren responds simply, offering a small smile that, to anyone else, looks innocent. Jean knows Eren better than that. He watches as Eren’s hand travels up your bare leg, coming to rest on your upper thigh. You’re affected by it, such a simple touch, such a sensitive little body; he can feel you tense over his thighs.

Jean steels his jaw and forces his eyes back over to the movie. He’s got to stop playing these fucked up games of yours, it’s bad for him and he knows it. He hasn’t dated in months, not since you’d first pulled him into your little world, can’t bring himself to look at anyone else, can’t stand the thought of feeling anyone else’s skin under his fingers. His little crush has bloomed into full-blown lovesickness, and it would be best for him if he just stopped.

All of that ironclad willpower melts away in an instant when you let out a little moan.

Eren’s hand has snuck its way up to your shorts, nudging at the apex of your thighs. His focus is still trained on whatever reality show you’ve put on, completely ignoring the way you sigh under his touch. Jean’s cock twitches in his pants; this is his opportunity to hesitate, to say no, but he stays silent, only watching as you squirm in his lap.

“Eren,” your chastisement comes out as a breath. One of your hands comes to meet Eren’s, trying to push him away, but he simply swats your hand, shooting you a stern look.

“Behave,” Eren warns, eyes dark and dangerous. Jean’s learned that Eren’s mean to you, snappy when you put on your little attitude and fight back, but Jean doesn’t have the willpower. He holds you gently while he fucks into you hard, gives you anything you ask for.

You bite your lip and turn your head back to the TV, one hand coming up to pull Jean’s away from your head, wrapping your fingers around his. Jean’s breath hitches in his throat when you squeeze tight, back arching like you’re holding back a moan; Eren’s worked his way into your panties now, rubbing little circles over your clit.

“Look, Jaeger,” Jean makes a half-hearted attempt to remove himself, pulling his hand from yours and making all the movements to suggest he’s going to stand up, “I should–”

“What?” Eren cocks his head, as casual as if they’re discussing the weather. “Look at her, you really gonna just leave her there like that while I’m teasing her?”

Against his better judgment, Jean flicks his eyes down towards you. It’s a pitiful sight, your eyes already glossed over and staring up at him, wide and pleading, your bottom lip tucked in tight between your teeth.

“Jean,” his name comes out of your mouth, broken and already heady with arousal. That’s what snaps his resolve clean in two. You need him.

“What is it?” Jean hates the fondness in his voice, so glaringly obvious in front of your fucking boyfriend. Eren doesn’t seem to mind, though; he picks up speed, making you wriggle impatiently.

“Wanna kiss,” you whimper, reaching up towards his face.

“Don’t,” Eren stops Jean from leaning down, “she’s been bad today.”

“Is that so?” Jean rubs a thumb over your lips, frowning down at you. He can see the guilt in the way your brows knit together; oh, you have been bad, and you know it.

“Wouldn’t stop begging me for you, wanted to snuggle with Jeanie,” Eren raises his voice to mock you, slapping a hand against your clit and making you jump.

Jean’s face burns; is this it? Is this finally Eren telling him that you’re off-limits, finally deciding that Jean’s had his fill? And he’s going to rub it in his face by torturing you on Jean’s lap?

“Tell him,” Eren demands, another sharp smack landing on your cunt.

“Didn’t want to wait t-til you got home,” your face is already blotchy, eyes clouded with shame, “wanted Eren to text you and make you leave work.”

“And what did I say?”

“Be patient,” your voice wavers, Jean’s heart pounds in his ears, “and Jean would come take care of me.”

“So needy,” Eren tuts down at you, cruelly shoving a finger into your wet heat and instantly removing it, drawing a breathy whine from you, “see?”

Eren’s offering his finger to Jean, shining with slick, eyebrows lifted insistently. Jean narrows his eyes, cocks his head. What game is he playing at?

“What, don’t want a taste?” Eren’s eyes glint in the low light, taunting him. Jean leans forward hesitantly, lets the other man slide a thick finger between his lips. You always taste so good, salty and tangy; Jean feels a groan rumble deep in his chest. The corner of Eren’s mouth curls ever so slightly. Whatever game he’s playing, Jean’s losing. “Touch her, but no kisses. She has to behave if she wants that.”

You pout, bottom lip still wobbling where you’ve pushed it out, but you arch your back a little, straining your tits against your tank top. Jean knows you well enough by now, knows you chose that thin little top and didn’t wear a bra just for him, just to tempt him. You have been bad, but Jean doesn’t care, could never care when you’re looking up at him all sweet and needy. But he knows better than to disobey Eren’s rules, for your sake. Eren will edge you for the rest of the night, make himself cum, and leave you out to dry.

“Jean, please–”

“Sh,” Jean shushes you, sits you up just a little so he can pull your tank top over your head, “I’ve gotcha. Just be good for us, alright?”

You nod and smile drunkenly as he cups your breasts, kneading your nipples between his fingers. They’re one of his favorite things about you; he can’t resist leaning down to place sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your hot skin, lick around your nipples just light enough to tease. Maybe Jean can be a little mean too.

“More,” you gasp, fingers coming to clutch at his head, “more, I– oh!”

Jean’s eyes flit down your body to see Eren’s now got two long fingers shoved knuckle-deep in you, curling them fast enough to make you cry out, roll your hips up towards him. If he looks closely, he can see a wet patch forming on the crotch of your shorts; it makes his cock throb. He’s never met a woman that gets as wet as you, filthy at the slightest touch.

“You’re so messy,” Jean voices his mind without exactly meaning to, pulling himself from you so he can prop you up against his chest and let you look at the mess you’ve made. You give him a little whine of protest, tilting your chin up towards him, searching for his mouth.

“Please, I want–”

“I know what you want,” Jean thumbs at your lip, “he’s mean, isn’t he? Making you behave yourself when all you want is a little love, isn’t that right?”

“Mhm,” you manage to shoot a scathing glare at Eren that makes Jean chuckle, makes Eren smack your thigh hard enough to echo throughout the room.

“Stupid little slut,” Eren growls, moving his fingers faster, “you’re just all about Jean because he spoils you, aren't you? Someone has to make sure you behave yourself.”

Jean’s eyes widen; Eren’s clearly in a mood today, and Jean hopes it doesn’t have anything to do with his presence. Eren’s a mixed bag most times. Jean’s overheard him making soft, quiet love to you, little praises slipping out from the crack in his bedroom door, but Jean’s also watched Eren edge you to the point of tears, spit on your cunt, spank you until you bruise. Maybe Eren’s jealousy finally is getting the better of him, Jean thinks, maybe he just can’t say no to your insatiable appetite, and he is actually pissed that you had begged him for Jean.

“Jean,” you’re clutching at his shirt, moaning pathetically as Eren sucks harsh bites into your thighs.

“Did it to yourself,” Jean shakes his head at you sadly, “you know better than to make him mad.”

“Shut her up,” Eren nods his head at your mouth meaningfully, “I’ve heard enough out of her for today.”

It takes some awkward repositioning, but Jean’s able to pull his cock out, tap it against your tongue where you’ve already got your mouth hanging open, drool pooling on his lap under your cheek.You shove yourself up with some effort, and take Jean almost to the hilt on your first go, slurping lewdly around him. Jean nearly chokes.

“Oh, you are needy today,” he hisses, threading his fingers through your hair, making sure his view remains unobstructed. “That what you wanted? My cock in your throat?”

You manage a stiff nod around him in between the muffled moans you’re letting out around his cock; Eren’s added his thumb to the mix now, pulling your panties to the side so he can swipe at your clit.

“She was fuckin’ drooling for it earlier,” Eren says, meeting Jean’s eyes with a smirk, “should have seen her, all pouty and sad because her Jeanie wasn’t here. Pathetic.”

In the small part of Jean’s brain that’s still able to think rationally with his cock nudging at your gag reflex, he’s frowning in confusion. Eren is pissed at you because you were begging for Jean, and here he is spurring Jean on in fucking into your throat. It makes no fucking sense, really, but Jean’s getting his dick sucked, and not for the first time, by the woman he’s been pining after for months, so who is he to question it?

“Mmph!” You squeal, mouth too full to form a real sound, hips canting up violently towards Eren. Eren laughs, low and cruel.

“Aw, I think she’s gonna cum soon,” Eren pulls his fingers from you, a tear slips down your cheek. “Pity.”

Your cry of protest is whimpered by Jean standing up slightly, angling his hips to plunge as deep as he can. He’s only had his cock in your mouth a few times, but Jean’s intuitive. He knows how much you can take, knows exactly how far to push you before it’s too much.

“Don’t whine, baby,” Jean huffs, “just gonna make him more mad. He won’t let me help you if you don’t behave.”

“Look at you,” Eren runs his hands along your thighs, leans down to press a chaste kiss over where you’ve ruined your shorts, “being a good girl for us. S’that what it takes for you to behave? Need both of us?”

If Jean’s not mistaken, the garbled sound you make around him is one of agreement. The thought goes straight between his legs, brings him far closer to the edge than he’d like to be at this point. He pulls your mouth off of him, making you pout.

“But–”

“I know, I know, you want it,” Jean rubs an affectionate thumb over your cheek, “but you want me to fuck you, too, right?”

“Please,” you breathe, reaching down to wiggle your shorts off. Eren’s face lights up.

“Wanna show him your little surprise, baby?” Eren’s tugging at your shorts now, ripping them off and tossing them to the sides. He puts his hands under your arms, yanking you out of Jean’s lap and throwing your chest over his shoulders. When Eren’s hands come to your cheeks, spreading them so Jean can see, Jean’s heart nearly stops. There’s a little pink rhinestone glittering where your asshole should be– a plug, keeping you open and ready. Eren meets Jean’s eyes, daring. “She picked it out just for us. Want us both, don’t you? Nasty little thing.”

Eren punctuates his statement with a grin and a sharp slap to your ass that makes you jump, nod desperately from behind him. Jean reaches a cautious hand over, puts two fingers around the toy and pulls lightly, just enough to watch it move in you. You whine; he can see your empty cunt flutter.

“Can she take it? Both of us?”

“Oh yeah,” Eren brushes off Jean’s concern, “been using all her little toys for weeks, making me practice with her. She can take it.”

With that, Jean’s standing, padding into his room and knowing Eren’s following with you still tossed over his shoulder. His head spins; you, his precious little toy, have been stretching yourself out, getting yourself ready to have two cocks in you? The thought nearly makes Jean moan to himself, imagining how tight you’ll be all stuffed full.

Eren’s thrown you on the bed none too gently, stripping as you look up at him, hearts in your eyes. He stops midway through pulling his clothes off to grab your chin, offer your pleading gaze to Jean.

“Why don’t you ask him, hm?” Eren coos, looking between you and Jean with a filthy grin on his face. “Ask him again, see if you’ve been good.”

“Will you kiss me, Jean? Please?” Your voice has that thin, fucked out tone to it that drives Jean crazy, makes him want to make you cry.

“Yeah princess, I’ll kiss you.” He leans down, takes your soft mouth in his, Eren never releasing his hold on your chin. Jean can taste himself on your tongue, smiling appreciatively at the salty tang. Eren rips you away far too soon, pressing his mouth down on you far rougher than Jean had. They balance each other well, Jean thinks, the gentle caresses and the sharp slaps that make you come undone under them in a way neither of them can manage alone.

“On your knees, brat,” Eren sneers, the shred of tenderness that he’d grabbed your face with long-gone, “convince us to fuck you stupid.”

You nod obediently, sliding off the bed and onto your knees, reaching for Jean. He steps forward, letting you hold his cock in your little hand, rub up and down while you take Eren in your mouth. Even your hands are enough to drive him crazy, so soft and supple around him; Jean’s head falls back.

“Fuck,” Eren sucks a sharp breath in between his teeth, “that’s it, baby, take it.”

Something possesses Jean, what it is he can’t be sure, but he reaches a hand down to the back of your head, pushing you further down Eren’s length. He half-expects Eren to chastise him for it, but Eren groans, long and loud, a sound that simmers in Jean’s stomach.

Jean watches the contractions of Eren’s abs, trails his eyes up to where the other man’s strong chest is heaving, a strange, hot sensation trickling through his center. It’s too late to look away once he realizes he’s been caught, but instead of finding amusement when he meets Eren’s eyes, Jean finds something else entirely.

Eren’s looking at Jean the way he looks at you, all lusty and uninhibited. Jean nearly scowls at him, everything he’s internalized over the years rearing its head in his chest, but Eren stops him with a hand wrapped around the back of Jean’s neck. In the blink of an eye, there’s a set of lips on his, a sharp tongue licking into his mouth.

Jean lets out a wanton, strung out moan that Eren swallows, echoes with one of his own. Jean notices that your head has stilled under his hand, and he shoves you back onto Eren’s cock mindlessly, relishing in the way Eren’s mouth stutters against his own when you retch around him. He trails his hand, tentative and exploratory, up to Eren’s hair, grabs the bun at the back of his head and pulls. Jean’s surprised at the heat beneath his palm; he’s always known Eren runs hot, especially after the last few times he’s fucked you. It’s only natural to brush arms, brush legs during the act, but Eren’s skin is scalding, damp with sweat under his touch.

It’s not Jean’s first kiss with a man, not by any means, but he’d never guessed that Eren, headstrong, manly, unreadable Eren, had this in him. Had it been hiding there for all of these years? Was it a spur of the moment thing, that Eren would look back on and cringe at later?

Doubt getting the better of him, Jean breaks first, pulls away with a quiet smacking sound. Eren’s eyes are just as wide as his feel, searching Jean’s face for any sign of regret, of satisfaction, of something. A loud whine from below distracts them both, and whatever odd moment was forming is broken as they look down at you.

Your chin is covered in drool from where you’ve been choking on Eren, gagging around him, and your eyes are glossy and needy. Jean’s cock gets impossibly harder.

“What?” Eren taunts. “You jealous that I kissed your Jeanie?”

“Yeah,” you pout, brows knitting, but Jean can see the arousal written into your features. You liked it.

“Get up,” Jean says to you, voice hard and unforgiving.

You follow his instruction, standing on shaking legs. Jean can see the snark in your eyes before it comes out of your lips. “What, finally going to pay attention to me now?”

As soon as the words have left your mouth, Eren’s hand is around your jaw, wrenching it open for him to spit into your mouth. “Don’t fucking talk back, not if you want to cum.”

“You were doing so good,” Jean rubs a hand over your hip, guiding you to lay on top of him on the bed, “what, are you that desperate for us that you can’t mind your manners?”

“I just–”

“Want both of your slutty little holes filled?” Eren scoffs, kneeling on the bed behind where you’re straddling Jean’s hips. “Yeah, we know.”

You frown and lean down to Jean, searching for consolation, but he shoves you to sit back up, admiring the way your chest bounces with the movement.

“Can’t be nice to you all the time,” Jean’s voice is low, dangerous, “not when you act like a brat.”

He can see the heartbreak on your face, revels in it, but it’s short lived. Your eyes fly open as Eren works the plug out of you, tossing it to the side and wrapping an arm around you to take your neck in his hand. Eren looks down at Jean, exchanges a conspiratorial smirk with him.

“Why don’t you ask Jean if you can sit on it while I work you open, hm?”

Your eyes glisten pleadingly at Jean, but something’s come over him. He realizes he likes drawing those begging moans out of you, likes holding you over the edge between the tips of his fingers. Jean shrugs.

“Show me how bad you want it.”

While Eren reaches over to scrounge around for the lube in Jean’s bedside table, you start to work your hips over Jean’s cock, slicking it up with how wet you already are. Jean grabs you by the back of the neck, pulls you to him to drink down the little whimpers and moans that escape your lips.

“Jean, please,” you sigh into his mouth, “I need you.”

Jean’s resolve wavers, but he stands firm. “Beg.”

“I–” hot tears of shame are welling in your eyes now, Jean wants to lick them from your cheeks– “please, I need it, need your cock in me, please, Jean.”

“What do you think, Eren?” As Jean asks the question, it strikes him just how often he refers to the other man simply as “Jaeger”, not by his first name. In his mind, ‘Jaeger’ is his friend of many years, and ‘Eren’ is the man that he had just inexplicably, passionately kissed. “Think she’s earned it?”

“Let’s see how she takes my fingers,” Eren replies, slicking his fingers up with lube and forcing two into your already-stretched hole with ease, making you squeak in surprise, “oh fuck, she’s already so stretched out for us. Yeah, give her what she wants, let her warm up to it.”

“Thank you, t-thank you,” you stammer, out of your mind with want as Jean slides the head of his cock into you with a long groan.

“Shit,” Jean growls, holding onto you tight to prevent your hips from pushing down on him too fast, filling you up too quickly with Eren’s fingers hard at work in your other hole. Maybe he is the nice one, after all. “So fucking tight for me, aren’t you?”

“Mhm, for you,” you hum, lip tucked in your teeth.

“Think she likes you more than me,” Eren smirks from over your shoulder, working a third finger into you and making your jaw drop. For his part, Jean bottoms out, hissing as you pulse around him. He can feel Eren’s fingers scissoring through your walls, eyes rolling back into his head at the sensation.

“You okay? Is it too much?” Jean notices one of those tears that had sparkled in your eyes earlier threatening to fall, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him. You look beautiful, all stretched around him and fucked out, mind blank.

“It’s a lot,” you nod, sniffle, “but I’m okay, I can take him. Want to, want– need you both.”

Eren’s eyes darken, and Jean can feel him remove his fingers, feel the accommodating stretch of your walls able to breathe again. Jean takes your hips in his hands, rolling you along his cock to grant both of you some of the friction you desperately need. You mewl, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Eren’s lining up behind you, running a soothing hand over your back.

“Deep breaths, baby,” Jean instructs you, holding you to his chest. You sniffle and nod into his shoulder, muscles tense and twitching.

“Tell me if it’s too much, alright angel?” Eren leans over to press a surprisingly tender kiss between your shoulder blades and gives Jean a signaling nod, which Jean returns.

Jean can feel it the moment Eren pushes in, feel your body stretching itself to accommodate both of them. You squeal into the skin of Jean’s shoulder that you’ve taken between your teeth, and it hurts, but he lets you, rubbing circles on your lower back.

“Doing so good for us, baby,” Jean hums, pressing his lips to your ear, “too much?”

You shake your head, whimpering as Eren pushes in further.

“God, she’s– shit, it’s so fucking tight,” Eren growls, jaw clenched and a little vein protruding in his neck from the effort of holding himself back, reining in the part of himself that just wants to snap his hips forwards into you.

“Yeah, she is,” Jean chokes out, feeling suffocated by the way you’re pulsing around him, by the pressure of Eren’s cock shoving at him. He’s not sure where he ends and where the both of you begin, if there’s even any separation between his skin and Eren’s and yours anymore.

“Feel so– full,” you hiccup, nails digging into Jean’s shoulders. Your watery voice makes Eren pause, rub a hand over your back.

“You doing okay, baby? How you feeling?”

“Feels….” you take in a deep, heaving breath, “good. Feels so good.”

Eren grins, something feral. “That’s our girl. So good for us, yeah?”

“You like being full, hm?” Jean can feel a smile mirroring Eren’s on his face.

He doesn’t miss Eren’s choice of words. Our girl. And you are their girl, you love being full of them. Of course you do. You’re their insatiable little plaything, so good at taking them in each of your holes. You love it, you love them.

“It’s– fuck, I’m in,” Eren’s staring at where you’re all connected. Jean wishes he could see, but the tightness of you around him is enough, the way he can feel Eren through your thin walls, pressing against his cock. Eren pumps his hips experimentally, and all three of you moan in sync.

“Pl-please move, Jean, fuck- no, Eren, just–” you’re babbling nonsensically, music to their ears.

“We’ve got you,” Jean hushes you, fucking his hips up into you and cutting you off, “just sit tight and be our good little girl, alright?”

“Oh g-god.” Your words wrench from you in a sob, jolting with the thrust of Jean’s hips up into yours. It takes some work, but soon enough, they’re pumping in and out of you at the perfect pace, synced up so you’re never empty, not for long. You’re wailing, voice scratchy from all the crying you’ve already done that night, clutching onto Jean like he’s your last lifeline.

“Feels so fucking good,” Eren grits out, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips, “so good for us.”

“Not gonna last long, not like this,” Jean agrees, sitting you up so he can see you, see your wet cheeks and your open mouth, “so pretty like this, aren’t you? All stuffed full?”

“She loves it,” Eren growls over your pathetic, shaky moan of agreement, landing a smack on your ass, “fucking loves us, don’t you baby? Tell us, tell us how much you love it.”

“I-I love it,” you manage, voice wrecked, “love you— fuck- love you both so much.”

Jean’s eyes widen, roll back in his head a little. You’re so perfect, obedient and willing to take both of them, let them abuse your holes. The thought makes him bite down on the inside of his cheek, not willing to be the first to break and ruin this perfect moment.

“Jean, I– shit, I’m gonna cum soon,” Eren pants, pupils blown wide and mouth hanging open when he meets Jean’s eyes. “Make her cum.”

Jean nods determinedly, somehow finds the presence of mind to slide a hand in between your slick bodies, swiping at your clit insistently. Your body blooms for him, back arching as you throw your head back against Eren’s shoulder. He feels you clench violently around him, knows you’ve already been on the edge since they started with you, knows you won’t take much goading to break for them.

“That good?” Jean forced out through his clenched jaw, trying to keep pace with Eren amidst your vice-like grip on him.

“Yes, so fucking– oh my god, J-Jean, I’m– Eren,” you’re babbling, close to the point of hysteria, eyes blank and teary. Jean’s free hand wraps around your hip, grabbing hard at the flesh there. He’s so gone he barely catches it, just barely, but he notices Eren’s hand. Eren lays his palm over Jean’s, deliberate and steady, grabbing onto the other man’s hand and squeezing down. Jean meets Eren’s eyes, fucked out and hooded.

“Come on,” Jean rubs faster, harder, his eyes flitting back and forth between yours and Eren’s, “show us what a good fucking girl you are for us.”

Whatever was tethering you to your sanity falls away, and you cum harder than Jean’s ever seen, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your muscles lock up, legs trembling on either side of Jean’s hips. He grips your hip harder, trying to maintain a pace so you can ride your orgasm out on top of them. Eren follows quickly behind you, biting into your shoulder with a loud, long groan. When Jean feels Eren’s cum leaking out of you, feels the mess they’ve made between your legs, he falls over the edge too, slamming your hips down into his and grinding up into you with a moan.

The three of you collapse into a heap of limbs and sweat and stickiness, chests heaving and muscles twitching. Jean can feel the burn of Eren’s skin and the slick, plush give of yours, enveloping him from every angle, and for the first time in months, he lets his eyes flutter shut, letting himself enjoy the simple pleasure of touch.

But nothing is forever, and after a few minutes, he feels you begin to stir between them, mumbling about needing to go to the bathroom. Eren reluctantly rolls off the bed to help you to the bathroom to clean up, leading you out on shaking legs. Alone again, Jean throws his hands over his face and sighs, deep and hefty.

He shouldn’t be here, he should have never let you both goad him into this.

It occurs to Jean that he needs some air; the apartment feels suffocatingly small knowing that both of you are only a few layers of plaster and a door away. He pushes through regret and self-doubt, pulling his sweatpants back on and scrounging around in his laundry basket of unfolded, clean clothes to find a shirt.

“What are you doing?” Eren’s suddenly in the doorway, scowling at him.

“Going out.”

“You worked this morning. What, do you have plans or something?” There’s a clear note of annoyance in Eren’s voice, but Jean’s too exhausted and shaky to look into it.

“Jean?” You, Eren’s shadow as always, peer around his shoulders, a cute little furrow of confusion between your brows. “Where are you going?”

Jean nearly growls in frustration, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Out. I’m going out.”

He hates the way you flinch, grab onto Eren’s hand for stability in the wake of his snapping at you. Eren speaks next, but Jean doesn’t recognize his tone; it’s firm, but somehow, it’s lacking Eren’s perpetually angry intonation.

“Sit.” Eren’s got one finger pointed to the bed, ordering him as if this isn’t Jean’s own room. He drags you over behind him, plopping on the bed as if you all do this every day. Jean glares at Eren, softens his eyes at the way you’re looking up at him invitingly.

“We just want to talk a little,” you pat the comforter, smiling softly. That breaks him, and against Jean’s better judgment, he’s sitting where you’ve indicated, t-shirt still fisted in his hands.

“About?”

“We don’t want you to think– well, this…” Eren gestures his hands between the three of you, frowning deeper, and eventually sighing, “I don’t know how to say it.”

You pick up for Eren, smiling at him. “We don’t want you to feel like you’re out of place here, that’s all.”

Jean cocks an eyebrow. “In my own bedroom?”

“No, asshole,” Eren rolls his eyes, “with…with us.”

“What does that mean?” Jean’s heart nearly stops. A small, soft hand over his makes his breath catch in his throat.

“We’re not, like, experienced with this, so maybe we’re doing this whole thing wrong,” you look to Eren anxiously, who nods at you reassuringly, “but…we have room for you. If you’re open.”

“Like…” Jean barely trusts his voice to carry above a breath, “in what sense?”

“It’s not just sex,” Eren mumbles, flushing pink, “to us, at least.”

“We like you,” you clarify, smiling again, “and however you want us, if you want us, at least, you can have us.”

Jean blinks stupidly, looks to Eren to see if his face betrays anything, anything that could explain the conversation taking place, if it’s a joke, if he’s unsure. To his surprise, Eren looks up at him, green eyes earnest and burning into his, and takes the t-shirt out of Jean’s hands, giving one of Jean’s hands to you and taking the other for himself.

“It works,” Eren says, finding some conviction, “whatever you want to call it, this works.”

“For both of you?” Jean can hardly believe his ears, can hardly fathom the feeling of your soft, delicate little fingers and Eren’s calloused palms wrapped around his hands.

“For both of us. But…does it? For you?” Your voice wavers, your nerves betraying you.

“I mean, I don’t know what it is. I don’t understand it,” Jean admits, positive that his eyes are comically wide in the face of this new information.

“Me neither,” Eren shrugs, “but we don’t have to be so serious about it–”

“Not for now at least,” you smile at Eren encouragingly, nodding and urging him to press on.

“Not for now,” Eren agrees, squeezing Jean’s fingers ever so slightly, the smallest, most tentative reassurance, “we can figure it out later.”

“If you want it,” you bite your lip, looking up at Jean through thick lashes, “want us. We won’t be upset if you say no. No pressure.”

Jean thinks for a moment, thinks about everything you’re offering him. You, who he’s pined after for months, so beautiful and sweet to him. He thinks about sharing coffee with you in the mornings, holding you tight to his body and drifting off to sleep, letting you play with his hair. He doesn’t know if he loves you, but whatever he feels is pretty damn close to it, close enough to drive him crazy and keep him up at night.

And Eren. He’s been friends with Eren for near a decade now, known him for as long as he can remember. What this agreement means in terms of his relationship with Eren, Jean hardly dares to press, knowing how Eren is: flighty, argumentative, brash. None of that is written into Eren’s features now, though; Eren’s watching him intently, earnestly, chest stilled as if he’s holding his breath, waiting for Jean’s answer.

Something old and something new mixed together into something entirely unfamiliar.

“We don’t have to put a label on it now, or even go through the semantics,” Eren’s voice is spent, nearly breathless.

“We’ll give you some space if you need–”

“No,” Jean cuts you off, looking between you both, “no, it’s– it’s just a surprise, that’s all.”

Eren snorts. “How many times do we need to fuck you before you get the hint?”

“Eren!” You slap his arm, looking between him and Jean meaningfully. “Not really the time for jokes, is it?”

“I mean, fucking in the bathroom of Scout’s isn’t exactly wining and dining me,” Jean rolls his eyes. Eren laughs at that, unintentionally tightening his grip around Jean’s fingers and making Jean’s heart thud a little in his chest.

“You two are beyond annoying,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Eren and Jean exchange a wicked smirk.

“Regretting this already?” Eren teases you, digging his fingers into your side and making you giggle.

“Get over here,” Jean pulls you onto his lap, feeling emboldened to press a quick succession of kisses to your jawline, to your cheek. God, maybe he does love you, the weight of you in his arms feeling almost perfect. Eren leans over and tackles you both, tickling you wherever he can reach, Jean pinning you to his chest despite your protests and thrashing.

That’s what’s missing, Jean realizes. It’s not about you and Jean, or you and Eren, or he and Eren. He understands Eren’s bluntness earlier: the three of you just work, regardless of the weirdness of it all or the awkward conversations that lay ahead. It works, and for now, that’s enough.

Eren relents in his torture, scooting up the bed and dragging you with him, pulling Jean’s covers over you both like he’d done it a hundred times. Jean’s last little inkling of self-doubt perseveres, and he hesitates, until Eren tosses the covers on your other side back, patting the sheets meaningfully. Jean swallows his pride, swallows his insecurity, and pulls you into his side, very mindful of Eren’s arm tossed over both of your shoulders, of Eren’s fingers weaving absentmindedly through the hair at the nape of his neck.

And in the morning, when Eren mimics Jean’s loud snoring and you’re playfully throwing little crumbs of toast at them over the counter, the little voice in Jean’s head that had warned him to keep his distance will be completely silenced for the first time in months.

[archangeldyke-all]

Imagine Sevika giving you the remote control to the newest toy that she said bought saying she will wear it the whole day because she needs someone to take control of her

anon......... u have no idea how hard i blushed reading this for the first time... omg...

men and minors dni

sevika's been having a horrible week. silco has been working her to the bone, and he's been nasty about it too-- nitpicking the work she's done, piling onto the work she hasn't. you were sleeping by the time she came home last night, only waking up to hold her in your arms and press a kiss to her head. this morning, you snuck out of bed to make her breakfast before she woke up, wanting to do something to make her day a little brighter.

she finds you in the kitchen, swaying your hips to the soft music playing through the speakers, scrambling eggs in a pan. you spin on your heel, grinning when you see sevika admiring you from across the living room.

"good morning baby." you say. she quickly strides over to give you a deep kiss.

"morning." she says against your lips. she sways with you for a moment, before you push her away and return to your eggs.

"breakfast will be ready in a minute. you think silco's gonna be a dick again today?" you ask. sevika sighs as she sinks down into her seat at the island.

"dunno. probably." she grumbles. you pout. your poor baby. the bags under her eyes have become even darker than normal and the only thing she's had the energy to do all week once she gets home is eat and sleep.

"at least it's friday. got the whole weekend ahead of you. when you get home tonight, i'll give you a back massage." you promise as you divvy up the eggs onto two plates. sevika doesn't respond. you turn to look at her, two plates of eggs in your hands, and freeze when you see the way she's studying you. you raise an eyebrow at her. "baby?" you ask. she suddenly grins, biting her lip.

"i got an idea. stay here." she says. she's out of the kitchen in a flash, leaving you confused and alone. you shrug, placing the plates on the table, pouring sevika a cup of coffee. you settle down and start eating as you wait for her to return. you hear some shuffling in the bedroom, a few drawers opening then closing again, and finally, sevika returns. she's wearing a mischievous smile as she stalks over to you, standing tall in front of where you're sitting. you blink up at her.

"hi." you say. she grins.

"hi. wanna have some fun?" she asks. you raise an eyebrow.

"now? we both got work in an hour."

"now... in an hour... all day." she says, nodding. you frown.

"much as i'd like to spend the day in bed with you, baby, i don't have any sick days left this year." sevika snorts, then shakes her head no.

"not what i'm talking about. here." she says, pushing a small remote into your hands. you furrow your brow in confusion.

"what's this?" you ask.

"try it." she says. you press the power button. above you, sevika's posture stiffens. you blink up at her.

"i don't understand, honey." you say.

sevika's voice is a little shaky when she speaks. "gimmie your hand." she says, holding her hand out. you reach out, and she gently guides your hand to the apex of your thighs, pressing your palm against her covered cunt. you gulp, your eyes widening in shock.

sevika's wearing a vibrator. a vibrator you've got the controls to.

a smile creeps up your face. in your free hand, you press the up button. sevika gasps, and your smile breaks into a grin.

"you're sure?" you ask her. she nods.

"if it's too much i can just take it out. just want-- want to feel..." she struggles to find the words.

"want me to take care of you?" you ask. she nods. you turn the vibrations off, then stand from your seat, pulling sevika down for a kiss. "i'll take care of you, baby." you say against her lips. her hands wrap around your waist, her eyes getting heavy at low tone of voice you use with her. "you take care of so much, don't you?" you ask, your hand coming up from her cunt to cup her cheek. she nods against you. "i know baby." you say. "you got any important meetings today?" you ask. sevika shakes her head no.

"just playing body guard for silco all day." she grumbles. you smile.

"good." you press a kiss to her lips. "that means i can play with you whenever i want." sevika shivers at your words.

you let her eat breakfast undisturbed-- she needs the protein before work. when she walks out of the door after kissing you goodbye, you watch through the peephole as you press the on button. she stumbles, then turns around to glare at the door. you giggle behind it, and her scowl turns into a soft smile at the sound.

you keep the vibrations on low until you leave for work fifteen minutes later, when you switch them off. you try to imagine your girlfriend, slightly turned on, waiting in anticipation for you to play with her from the other side of town.

at work, you and your coworkers gather in a circle to hear your bosses morning announcements. you don't even bother listening, much more focused on fiddling with the remote, flicking sevika's vibe on and off, on and off.

(across town, sevika's glaring especially intensely at one of silco's goons-- causing him to stumble over his words as he tries to explain why he was a hundred gold short on his weekly earnings. she's not even aware of the fact that she's meant to be intimidating the man, she's just trying to channel all her energy into looking scary so she doesn't whimper.)

you're distracted all day. the little remote in your back pocket is the only thing you're aware of. during your lunch break, you decide to tease your girlfriend some more. you let the low vibrations tease her for a few minutes-- give her time to get comfortable with the feeling-- and then you quickly dial up the vibrations three more notches.

(sevika's stalking behind silco when you do, and she stumbles when the vibrations click up, catching herself on silco's shoulder. he shoots her an odd look, and she clears her throat and points to the sidewalk. 'there was a rock.' she says.)

the last few hours of your day tick by agonizingly slowly. every free moment you get you use the time to fiddle with the remote. by the time 5:00 rolls around, you're practically running out of work to get to the last drop. you arrive just in time to watch sevika and silco walk down the steps that lead to his office and into the bar. you duck into a booth, not wanting sevika to see you yet.

for a few minutes you just watch her as she works. she nods to the occasional patron when their face is familiar enough, crosses her arms in front of her chest when someone gets a little too close to silco. when she gets her hands on a glass of whiskey, you decide to start teasing her.

just as she brings the glass to her lips, you flip the vibrations on. if you weren't looking for it, you wouldn't be able to tell, but you are and you can-- you can see the way her posture shifts slightly, one of her legs taking more of her weight than the other. she takes a gulp her drink, brings it back down to her side. you smile.

she goes to take another sip, and right before the liquor touches her lips, you flip the vibrations up a notch higher. this time, it's easier to spot-- the way she freezes, the way she has to clear her throat after she swallows her sip down.

on her third sip, when you flick the vibrations higher, she becomes suspicious. you see the way her eyes start to scour the crowd, looking for you. her eyes go toward the bar, you turn the vibrations down. they flick to the dance floor, closer to you, and you turn them back up. when her eyes start searching at the booths lining the walls, you flick it even higher. she shivers, and you smile, and then her eyes meet yours.

sevika grins upon seeing you. you grin back, and flip the vibrations up even higher. it's the highest you've put the vibrations on today. sevika doesn't try to hide her arousal from you, her eyes slowly blinking closed, her fists curling into balls at her sides. you cut the vibrations off and watch her deflate, gasping for breath. her eyes flick back to yours and you giggle. you close? you mouth to her from across the bar. she nods.

you rise from the booth, slowly walking toward her. she doesn't take her eyes off you as you approach silco's table.

"evening silco." you greet the man. he smiles up at you.

"good evening, dear." he says, pointing to a chair for you to sit beside him. you do. "are you here to steal her away from me?" silco asks you as you settle in beside him.

"i am indeed." you say. beneath the table, you flick the vibrations on, biting back your smile as sevika tenses behind silco.

"i suppose i'm finished with her for the week. do the two of you have any plans this weekend?" he asks. you shrug.

"just making sure she gets rested up. you worked her too hard this week." you say, notching the vibrations up higher. sevika grips her poncho between her fingers. silco sighs.

"yes, i figured this was coming." he grumbles. you roll your eyes. you and silco have had the same argument a dozen times. sevika refuses to get involved.

"i won't lecture you tonight." you say, nudging his ankle under the table. "but if you keep treating her like shit, one of these days she's gonna take me up on my offer to run away together. then what're you gonna do, with your best goon gone?" you ask. silco waves his hand at you.

"yes, yes, i know. i take her for granted." sevika doesn't even seem to register silco's words, her eyes are fixed on you. "go. enjoy your weekend." he says over his shoulder, waving at her. she blinks in confusion, and you laugh, standing to take her hand.

"come on, baby. lemme take you home." you say, guiding her out of the bar. in your pocket, you flick the vibrations even higher. the grip she has on your hand tightens. "you okay?" you ask in faux concern. you push out of the front door of the bar with sevika in tow.

"you--" she cuts herself off when you flick the vibrations higher again. an evil smile crawls up your lips.

"what baby?" you ask. "didn't hear you." she groans and stumbles, and you duck down an alleyway, pushing her against a wall. the second her back meets the wall, she's pulling you into her arms, scrabbling at your back and waist, burying her head into your shoulder.

"you okay?" you ask her. she nods against you, whimpering.

"'m so close." she whines out. you kiss her temple, and shoots her head up from your shoulder to kiss you. you press your lips against hers, moaning as her hands fly down to your ass, her tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with your own.

you trail one of your hands up to tangle in her hair, the other snakes down to pry her hand away from your ass to slip in your back pocket and grab the remote. you nip her tongue and she whimpers.

"you have a good day?" you ask against her lips. she blinks in confusion before nodding.

"yeah?" she guesses. you giggle.

"you remember anything from today?" you tease her. she huffs.

"no i--" she squeaks as the vibrations rise higher. "fuck!" she grunts.

"you were distracted?" you guess. she nods, biting her lip. "why's that?"

"you-- you were-- shit!"

"i was...?"

"teasing me!" she shouts. you giggle, kissing her again.

"not teasing, baby." you say. you notch the vibrations up higher once more-- the highest it can go, and sevika starts to shake against you. "taking care of you." you say. she nods, desperate.

"y-yeah." she grunts out.

"i take good care of you don't i, baby?" she nods again.

"so good, so fuckin' good."

"i know. so let me take care of you now, baby. cum for me." you whisper against her ear. she gasps, and you muffle the shout she cums with with your own lips.

sevika shakes against you, clawing at your ass, pulling you closer and closer to her until you can barely breathe. eventually, she relaxes, slumping against the wall behind her. you turn the vibrator off. she lets out a long sigh, then starts laughing above you. you smile up at her.

"i love you so fuckin' much." she says, her eyes sparkling in post orgasm bliss. you grin.

"love you too honey. did this help you take your mind off things today?" you ask. she nods, a goofy smile spreading on her face.

"i'm a genius." she says. you laugh, shooting up to kiss her.

"come on. lemme take you home, give you that back massage we were talking about this morning." you suggest. sevika groans, leaning forward to wrap you in a tight hug.

"you really do, you know." she says into your neck.

"i do what, baby?"

"take care of me." she says. "so well."

[muntitled]

Hi!! (this is the same anon that praised the magnificent work that was Picture Perfect.) i would like to make one itty bitty baby request. (now walk with me) imagine best friend!Sohee that's like low-key (🤫high-key) obsessed with you. he begrudgingly listens to you gush about the dates some guy (Seunghan, maybe? 👀) has taken you on. he constantly nitpicks the dates and points out anything remotely negative. until one day (dramatic pause), you casually tell him that you and that same guy (SEUNGHAN) had sex after your most recent date. a switch flips in Sohee and he's sooo pissed and yelling a lil bit. you're like "what the fuck?" and "hold on, Sohee's kinda… bites finger" at the same time. you guys end up having sex and it's FILTY (both physically and verbally.) flesh this out however you see fit. this literally came to me in a hazy vision (and only you can make it sound good 🙏🏾.)

What a spicy prompt. Never run out of ideas for me, please. I hope you like and so sorry for the wait <33

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Summary: He just doesn't deserve to be the goofy best friend. It's not fair.

Warnings: Language, Roommates!AU, Best Friends To Lovers, Obsession, Perv!Sohee,Cheating Implications, Slight Angst, Jealousy, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), Masturbation, Panty stealing, Handjobs, Blowjobs, Needy!Sohee, Grinding, Humping, Nipple Play, Spitting, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink

This is unedited because it's 1am. We die like hot girls here. If this is bad and incoherent don't mention it I beg...

If there is ever a time, Sohee wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. It would be now. Anything to get him away from here and the horrible fucking situation he has stumbled into.

Sohee had walked into your shared living room comfortably, almost nonchalantly, with his head bowed and his voice as characterically cheerful as ever. The packaged videogame is still clenched in his palms.

"This was the last one!” he burst into the living room, voice charged with enthusiasm, “I had to sell my soul to get it but-" Sohee did not anticipate walking in on you and Seunghan sitting so cosily on the couch, nor did he feel even remotely comfortable with the sight.

Your eyes widen slightly as you push off a reluctant Seunghan who had been nuzzling in between your neck.

Sohee, who already wore his entire bleeding heart on his sleeve, allowed his smile to dim dismally.

"Oh-I,” Your mouth hung open in apparent shock, “Sohee!"

His mood plummets at the sight of you hurriedly pulling to fix the button of your oversized flannel. "I didn't think you'd be home so early," You're scrambling to pull your bra strap up. At least you had the gall to appear somewhat flustered and somewhat uncomfortable. Seunghan on the other hand, ever the quiet brood, keeps his hand on your exposed thigh, with his lips pursed tight.

"I-I'm sorry for interrupting-'' Sohee isn't sure why the apology even tumbles out of his lips but it does and it causes a very deep, scorching heat to wash across his features. "It's just..." Sohee twiddles the video game cover in hands, evading all eye contact as he begins, "I-I thought we said we'd be playing today. I rented the game and everything…" Sohee doesn't dare exchange a single glance with Seunghan as he swallows thickly, "And that's why you said I should get off work earlier."

The way your eyes expand and your hands fly to cup your mouth makes Sohee feel marginally better.

"That was today? Fuck! I'm so sorry, Hee,"

"No! Don't even stress! I should've found out if you had other plans- I'm sorry."

"Jesus, Sohee don't apologise!” You look thoroughly displeased with yourself, nothing at all like the unbothered expression on Seunghan's face as he leans his head against your shoulder, still splaying mindless kisses against your skin as if Sohee wasn't even there.

It is then that Sohee decides, with blistering conviction and a beating heart, that Seunghan just doesn't deserve you.

"You shouldn't be the one apologising." You say, beginning to push yourself up off the couch, "Here, I'll turn on the tv-"

"Do that and we'll end up missing the concert." Seunghan finally pipes up beside you, "They're front row seats, babe… c'mon"

Sohee is forced to watch as you visibly melt from another man's gaze alone. The way Seymour slithers his hand around your waist, pulling your gaze towards him while you comply like a good little girl.

Sohee tastes the bile rising in the back of his throat and swallows.

"Sohee's not gonna mind," Seunghan continues, before turning to finally spare Sohee a single diginifying gaze, "Right little man?"

Sohee could hardly even begin to exclaim that he was hardly little but instead, he swallows down his words, as he is so used to doing, and he quietly says, "If you don't go, I'll kill you myself,"

The conflicted expression across your face melts away like glaciers in the summertime and you're immediately engulfing your best friend in the most suffocating hug. He never dares move away. He doesn't even dare wrap his arms around you, because your front is pressed flush against his and the blood is already beginning to rush to his cock.

You were the very object of his every desire.

Having you so close was far too dangerous.

Sohee's eyes flutter open to see Seunghan's sharp, cat-like smile over your shoulder, immediately snapping him out of his trance, until he's detangling his limbs from yours.

Sohee spends that night, as has become custom of most of his nights; with his hand down his pants, his head thrown back against the headboard, and his eyes squeezed painfully shut.

He ruts mindlessly against his own hand; vyour panties wrapped around his aching shaft and he thinks back on hours before, when you had your arms wrapped around him. How secure he felt being held there. How right it felt having you locked against him like a puzzle piece.

"You're so pretty," he mewls into the empty open air, "You're just so pretty- fuck, you feel so good " His voice is hoarse and his limbs are shaking with the knowledge that your bedroom was right next door. Empty. Absolutely void of the warmth of your presence. "Can't help it, can't help it, can't help it,"

He doesn't dare imagine what you and Seunghan might have accomplished were he not to storm in on you. He doesn't even let the thought take any sort of shape in the chambers of his mind because that space was reserved for you and him alone and soon, Sohee is moaning into the open air, forcing his eyes open so he could watch his cum spurt onto your panties and for all of 10 euphoric seconds, he is in utter bliss.

"Did you hear anything I even said?"

"What?" He most certainly didn't hear anything you said. Far too caught up in stealing intermittent glances at your breasts practically spilling out of the bust of your sundress.

"I need to start charging your mom double," You narrow your eyes, "She pays me to hang out with you,"

Sohee pushes you sideways, nearly toppling you to the other side of the couch as he continues skating his fingers over the controller.

Through the open blinds, the night is deep and a gentle heavenly breeze flows over the little gaming den you and Sohee created since the peroration of your evening together. What was supposed to be a 'study session' quickly morphed into Sohee challenging you and your incredibly arduous pride to multiple rounds of a new videogame. You're not very good at the games but Sohee is more than comfortable withholding any unnecessary skill.

Just to make you feel like you're winning.

He'd do just about anything you wanted him to.

"I didn't even see how late it's gotten, fuck- Seunghan's gonna kill me."

The time has quite literally slipped past you both, and Sohee's stomach growls in stark affirmation. He ignores it though, pausing the game to inquire, "Who?"

"Seunghan," you say, pushing yourself up from the couch. Sohee could sense a stark impression of history repeating itself and he'll be damned if he lets it happen again.

"I forgot he invited me to go watch the fireworks.” You continue obliviously, “The show starts at midnight so I should be able to make it if I-"

"You're going out with some random guy that late at night?" The smile on Sohee's face is permanent but you can sense the apprehension in his voice. It causes you to stop your movements.

You're standing adjacent to him, with your hand hanging limply from your open bag, "He's not just some random guy, though," you hope the chuckle at the end of your sentence might alleviate what little bit of tension is beginning to stir in the air.

Sohee is quiet which is very unlike him. You have your eyes narrowed with scepticism which is very unlike you.

The entire world feels like it's about to be tipped on its axis.

"He's my boyfriend."

"Who else is going to be there?" Sohee's vicious line of questioning overlaps with your defence.

"I don't think that's any of your business..."

Sohee shrugs, with his permanent smile still etched on his face as he leans forward, elbows on his knees "Humor me,"

"Seunghan wanted me to meet his friends," You're not sure why you tell him but you do.

"Isn't it a little too soon to be meeting his friends?"

Your eyebrows immediately furrow as you advance in on him, "Sohee-"

He sits back and gazes up at you from his spot on the couch. "You haven't even had sex yet and you wanna meet his friends-"

"Actually we did sleep together." The lie tumbles out of your mouth faster than you can catch it and once the words are out there, taking it back is like putting toothpaste back into the bottle. Utterly impossible.

"You… what?" Sohee's sunshine smile begins to falter and it's only then that you think you might have made a very grave mistake.

"What are you talking about?" A gasp so small but so incredibly audible wrenches itself from your throat when he bolts up from the couch. Never did you think your best friend could ever exhibit any emotions besides a near constant state of joy. Seeing him so disturbed has you feeling disturbed and perhaps you wanted to step back, but his hand is locked firmly around your wrist.

"You let him..." Sohee breaks eye contact. The boy looks like his entire world is being flipped over, "No, you wouldn't..." he shakes his head. "He probably forced himself on you, didn't he?" Your eyes widen as you watch the boy you knew begin to spiral further and further. Deeper and deeper. "Fuck, I saw how pushy he was with you the other day and I didn't do anything-"

"Sohee. Seunghan didn't-"

His hands leave your wrist to cup the sides of your face, bringing your words to a startling halt in the back of your throat. His gaze is so intense, it's as if his big eyes have the power to break you apart.

"Tell me he did it." Sohee's voice is raising and your nerves are shot to hell, "You wanna tell me the only way you had sex with Seunghan was because he made you do it… but if that's not the case-" His voice comes down from his high crescendo as he says, "Then you were being a slut all on your own."

This was not the time for you to be having even the vaguest of obscene thoughts, but your best friend of endless years has just called you a slut with such genuine conviction and his words had travelled straight to your clit. A deep warmth descends over your face, perhaps from being scolded by him so cruelly. By someone you wouldn't think even has the capabilities of speaking up in a dense crowd.

Your legs nearly give out under you, and when Sohee does a very daring thing, when he lowers his face in between your neck just as he'd seen Seunghan do, you nearly topple all the way to the ground.

Nearly.

"Tell me you didn't do anything," he pouts as his lips skim against your sensitive skin. You have no idea what to do with your hands, your arms, your face or your feet and so you let him nuzzle his nose into you, while your heart beats erratically.

"Tell me you weren't being a little slut-"

"F-Fuck Sohee," the moan that's slips past your lips surprises you both. And Sohee is quick to pull away from you as if your skin caught fire. His eyes are wide and they only grow wider when they meet your heavy lidded gaze. Completely overturned with lust.

What the hell did he just do?

"F-Fuck, I'm s-sorry, I-" But you're already pressing your lips against his, your arms finding purchase over his shoulders and pulling him impossibly closer. Sohee immediately whimpers against your lips while his hands sink into the softness of your curves. It's a rabid, fierce kiss that has Sohee pushing his tongue in prematurely. You find yourself not minding all that much. In fact, his eagerness only succeeds in getting you even wetter than you already were.

"Fuck, I need you so bad-" The words flowing from your mouth are music to his very ears. When you pull away, Sohee's face is bathed in red.

"You can't say stuff like that," he whispers before reattaching his lips to the side of your mouth. Now that he had you, he'd be damned if he let you get away. He'd be damned if he didn't mark up every single bit of skin available to him.

"Don't stop," your hands find purchase in his short, dyed hair before mindlessly pushing the boy back onto the couch.

He watches with swollen, open lips as you crawl up into his lap, your sundress gathering at your hips as you straddle him.

Sohee looks down and catches the faintest glimpse of your lace underwear before immediately looking back up, as if he were looking at something he was not supposed to see. Beside his naivete being so incredibly cute, it awakens a burning warmth in the pit of your stomach that only makes you needier for him.

"Look at me, Sohee," You whisper as you splay gentle kisses across his collarbone. "You need to look at me," hesitantly, Sohee's eyes drag their way to you, just in time to watch you lift the dress up over your head. His lungs are vacuumed shut and Sohee's fingers sink painfully into your ample thigh straddling his hips as you discard the dress and your bra over your shoulder.

"This can't be real," Sohee whispers when you lift his hand to place it gently against your breasts and their puckered nipples. He immediately readjusts himself underneath you. A deeply embarrassing attempt at hiding the way his hips buck up against your core.

His neediness spurs on your arousal.

You tip your head back when you pull Sohee's head against your breasts. His lips latch onto your nipples and a dazzling, choked moan runs out of your throat. The most beautiful fucking sound he's ever heard.

"Sohee-oh my God," You're grinding mindlessly against his stiff bulge while he sucks fervently, caught in the throes of your own pleasure.

"Oh-God, you're gonna make me cum-" Your quiet moans only spur him on, and Sohee brings his other hand up to tweak your other nipple as he continues to suck while you rut against him. His cock is leaking precum and his limbs are shaking from trying by all means to stop himself from cumming before you do. When you slip into your orgasm you scream his name. Not Seunghan's, or anyone else's...

He couldn't even begin to describe it. Watching you come down from you high, flushed and chest rising and falling, felt like a fucking priveledge.

"I lied," you slip out, "I didn't have sex with Seunghan." You crawl up off his lap slowly and Seunghan's narrowed eyes follow you with scepticism. "I know- it was stupid and I just felt like you were judging me and-"

"Oh my fucking God, don't ever do that again!" Sohee places a hand on his heart as he physically deflates. Unbeknownst to him, the sneakiest smile flits it's away across your face.

"It's almost like you were jealous or something?" Between the teasing tone in your voice and the fact that you were kneeling right in front of him, rubbing against his sweater clad thigh, Sohee did not know where to place his focus. He felt himself slipping into that very needy state right before your eyes, and you were all too pleased to watch it happen.

"I wasn't..." his words ebb away into a wavering exhale when you bring your hand to the waistband of his sweats, politely urging them down just enough to place your hand over the rock hard bulge in his pants. He still hasn't cum yet and he's all too aware of it now.

"I wasn't-"

"What was that?" You're kneeling in front of him now. Dipping your head down as if you would dare let your mouth make contact.

"I wasnt jealous- F-FUCK,"

You had done quick work of pulling his cock out, letting Sohee roll his head back, careful to still keep his half lidded eyes on you.

He watches with bated breath and a helplessly pained expression as you bow your head over his shaft and spit.

"Oh my God," the second your spit connects your mouth to the head of his cock he's absolutely done for; rolling his hips up intermittently, hoping for at least the faintest bit of friction again.

"Please, please, please-" His voice breaks in between his begging and your smile only widens, "I've w-waited for so long?"

"You've thought about me like this?" You cock your head to the side as you begin to pump Sohee's cock ever so slowly. "You've been having bad thoughts about me, Sohee?"

"F-Fu- c-could you just-" He attempts to lift his hips up, guiding his glistening cock through the palm of your hand but you don't budge.

"So you were jealous then?" Sohee visibly deflates at the egotistical conviction in your voice.

You wanted to make him say it.

"Just admit that-"

"I was jealous, Okay! Fuck- I thought you could already tell!" He whines, motioning down at his aching cock leaking precum. His head rolls backwards when you resume your stroking and pick up the pace. "G-God, I've wanted you f-or so long," he can barely keep his words in his mouth and the words that do slip out, are sloppy and messy.

Sohee runs his hand through his hair as he watches you bow your head over his lap. He is utterly transfixed. So transfixed he doesn't even register that his mouth is hanging open, his tongue lolling out slightly. "D-Dont-"

His cock twitches the second your mouth encloses around the head of his cock and he's pushing you down by your head, eliciting a surprising yelp from you. "m'Sorry! m'so, so sorry, you just feel so good," Sohee clenches his teeth as he rams his cock into your mouth, and you take all of him. You take him so fucking well.

"Where can I cum?!" He manages to ask in a strained, tense voice and you lift your head like lightning, still furiously stroking his cock.

"Wherever you want."

His eyes shoot to the back of your skull and Sohee only manages to quickly reply, "O-On your tits," before you're pressing your boobs together, allowing him to shoot his load all over your chest. He tries to keep his eyes open, he really does. But the little he's able to see before the pleasure takes over him completely is enough for Sohee to replay in his mind for decades.

"O-h my God," he exhales, before finally slumping back in his seat, "F-Fuck,"

You stare down at the mess he's made all over your chest, quickly promoting Sohee to do the same...

"Uh- I'm sorry-"

"Apologise one last time and you won't get to cum next time."

Sohee swallows thickly. Those two words ring louder in his ear than anything else you said: Next time.

[telail]

☆- HHTFH, ST. | WOOYOUNG

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Poc!Thickfem!Reader Tags: 896 wc, established relationship, heavily suggestive- like borderline smut, body worship (?), ateez drabble, minors DNI 🎧- All Mine by Kanye West note: thinking bout js making a bunch of drabbles based off of interesting tweets that pop up on my feed. Also js want wooyoung to hold my titties.

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“Really Wooyoung.” You sigh, leaning back into your boyfriend's somewhat embrace.

“What? You said you were tired, I’m doin’ you a favor.” He scoffed playfully.. “You should be grateful.” 

You’d come home not even an hour ago completely worn out. It felt like your clients had particularly had it out for you today with their painfully obvious questions and nitpicking. 

By the last hour of your work day of course you’d been dying to return home to your man and be up under him. Expecting him to kiss and cuddle away your stress, as he normally would- but of course, Wooyoung just had to have his spontaneous moments of odd but endearing affection. Like now.

He’d come behind you in a back hug once you’d gotten out of the shower and opted for changing into something comfy and sitting on your super comfort-appealing mattress. You assumed he was going to pepper you in his usual affection, kisses and gentle questions about your day as he massaged your tired limbs.

But instead he’d made it his business to slide his slender fingers underneath the loose shirt you wore, letting his warm fingers crawl up your middle all the way up to your chest. His hands sprawled over each of your breasts as he cupped them.

“Not now babe, m’tired.” You said, thinking he was trying to initiate something. To which he responded with a kiss to your cheek assuring you that he wasn't going to try anything.

“Relax,” he said, stretching the last syllable “m’ just holding them.” He kissed the backside of your neck, letting his lips linger there  before continuing. “..they’re soft.” 

“I bet they are.” You mumbled, letting out a soft giggle as you felt him gently pulse the plush flesh in his grip. 

You felt his lips curve into a smile from where they lingered on your skin. “Love your boobs.” he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear as he did so. “Fit my hands jus’ right, you’d think they were made for me.” 

A familiar heat began to brew in your belly, making its way all over your body as his words made your soul flutter with the intimacy infused within them.

“Stop,” you responded shyly, but Wooyoung knew good and well that you were enjoying this. Not more than he was though.

“Why should I?” He questioned in faux confusion, moving both of your bodies so that he was now spooning you while his hands remained glued to your tits.

You allowed him to pull your body down, lazily following his lead as you decided on leaving him without a response and burying your face into the nearest pillow instead.

Wooyoung only smirked at your lack of response, finding your reactions amusing. 

“Love your pretty waist.” He continued, one of his hands leaving the comfort of your chest to trail down to your waist. The tickly sensation made you jump a bit as he lightly squeezed the area he spoke of.

Every reaction from you was only adding fuel to his fire. Although he did enjoy seeing you flustered there was no doubt that he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

He moved his lips from your ear to the curve of your neck. Not leaving a single spot without a kiss as he felt you up.

“Love your tummy,” he mumbled, his voice laced with a slight rasp and love as his middle finger smoothed over your navel. “and your sexy ass hips..” You felt him smile against your neck before playfully nipping it.

His free hand continued its journey along your body, eventually finding one of your love handles and giving it an affection squeeze before he was slipping his hand from under your shirt.

“But overall..” He started, reaching to pull the pillow you’d been squeezing away from your face. “I love you, more than life it's damn self.” He finished, gently moving your head in his direction so he could give you the kiss you’ve been desperately craving all day.

“Love you too.” You mumbled against his lips, diving right back into what he’d started but a little less gentle and more passionate. 

“Make me feel so good about myself.” You said. Suddenly you weren't as tired as you were 5 minutes ago. 

“As I should..” Wooyoung replied, fighting back a sound as you swung a leg over his waist, hoisting yourself up to straddle him around his pelvic area.

By now he’d finally moved his hands from their place on your boobs to rest them on your hips as you continued to kiss him feverishly.

Just when he was starting to get comfortable you pulled away, cooing at how he chased your lips before sitting up. 

The subtle roll of your hips was obviously enough to get Wooyoung going. Adam's apple bobbing as you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your chest, this time with your hand over his.

“Thought you said you were tired..” 

He sounded strained, as if he was trying his absolute hardest to not fall apart right then and there, a pretty tint of pink coating his features as he made eye contact with you.

“I’m up now.” You said, flashing him a smile before pressing your hips down harder with every glide of your hips.

“o- oh fuc-”

He was in for a ride. Literally.

excuse any mistakes :p

[iamumbra195]

MY favourite bleach head canons in no particular order

1. the idea that all shinigami in gigai give off uncanny valley vibes

Basically like Isshin, whose not quite human but not quite shinigami, meets some of Ichigo’s friends when he was a kid like Tatsuki and she obviously met his mom before and she was nice so she wasn’t expecting much from his dad and then she meets him and her first reaction is ‘what the fuck is that???’

The kurosaki kids, who have grown up with their dad and have pretty high levels of reiatsu, don’t actually realize this while their human friends just instinctually avoid Isshin ‘cause they feel like something’s off about him

of course over time and with extended exposure to Ichigo’s reiatsu, the weirdness kinda fades away but anyone outside of Ichigo’s circle generally avoids all the shinigami that come to Karakura in gigai for those reasons

2. all animals hate shinigami except cats and crows

literally for no reason besides the fact that I like them

I love the idea of shinji with his creepy ass smile just perched on top of a telephone pole and if he stays still long enough, crows will start sitting on him XD

I also have cats that I love and I love the idea of Ichigo just chilling on his bed with an orange cat and doing the purring thing with it while he’s sleeping

And then when he goes to a pet store with Rukia because she wants to see bunnies, all the animals go ballistic anf they get kicked out XD

3. the visored + ichigo with animalistic traits

laying down on hot things because it feels nice on their skin and soothes something in their lizard brains

eyes that flash hollow yellow when they feel intense emotion (inspired the scene in the anime where Aizen says that hollowification is faster when agitated so emotions heavily affect their appearance

I like the idea that they get very tactile with people they care about (not in a romantic way) and they get into little wrestling matches over stupid stuff because that’s they’re idea of playing and bonding

Shinji gives cat vibes, you can’t even tell me he doesn’t just look at him. When cats make eye contact as they push something off the table- that’s him

I also really like the idea of the hollowification affecting their zanpakuto. Given that Ichigo was pretty much born with his hollow, he doesn’t notice the different the way the Visored do 

Shinji’s whole standing upside down and reversing the gravity on himself, I like the idea that it came after his hollowification and if he wishes he can do it to others

Idk if there’s any jjk manga readers her but you know that attack kenjaku has where he makes you feel like you’re falling but you’re not really? He does it to Yuji a few times when he’s fighting mahito and I love the idea of Shinji having that ability, just completely fucking up their sense of reality and direction

I haven’t thought of the other visored abilities but from my other AU that I will never write, I mentioned that Kaien was hollowified as well so I love the idea of him just being completely obsessed with everything water related and having an affinity for any water type kido and being able to control minor amounts of water without actually drawing Nejibana and being able to breath under water

4. all zanpakuto spirits do commentary in their weilders head

but only ppl like Ichigo and Toushiro who have incredibly powerful spirits that they can literally talk to in the middle of a fight can actually hear

Like Zabimaru, haineko, and all the other zanpakuto are just constantly making fun or nitpicking the way their weilder uses them

But Ichigo is the only one who has to suffer through Zangetsu (Shiro) cackling in his head while Toushiro gets useful feedback and Ichigo’s just completely done with him

a sadder headcanon: all zanpakuto spirits talk to their weilders regularly however, the Visored because of their own fear of their hollowification have estranged themselves from their zanpakuto spirits and like Shiro is hostile with Ichigo in canon, the others are like ten times worse

5. If Ichigo every actually seals his zanpakuto, he’d be incredibly sensitive to reiatsu (I forgot to add this one the first time and I didn’t wanna make another post XD)

I personally love this little explanation of Ichigo’s powers and you know how Ichigo is just really shitty at sensing reiatsu at the beginning? Shinji commented on it a couple times and seemed pretty confused by it.

I think that part of the reason why he’s so bad at it-- especially after the SS arc ‘cause remember he was actually pretty good at sensing back then-- is because after he achieved Bankai, Hollow Zangetsu was in control rather than OMZ and with that switch in power came a significant uptick in his own reiatsu to the point where Ichigo actually feels like he’s being crushed by his own power and he can feel how close Shiro is for the first time and he’s actually scared of his own power

Hiyori even comments about how he’s scared of his own bankai because the distance between him and Shiro decreases everytime he gets stronger since Shiro gets stronger with him

Anyways, we’re not devolving into an analysis about Ichigo and Shiro but eventually Ichigo learns how to sense things properly even with his own reiatsu

So when he finally seals Zangetsu and he’s no longer covered by his own power because it’s finally sealed, he’s gonna be sensing things so much stronger and get sensory overload only it’s ✨reiatsu sensitivity✨

6. Souls in the Society age until they find an appearance both they and their reiatsu level is comfortable with (Another one because I’m an idiot and I forgot)

Excluding Toushiro’s weird case of appearanc shifting but I guess that could be attributed to his bankai’s weirdness that I don’t know much about

I don’t think we’ve gotten on actual explanation on how souls age so I’ve decided to apply this hc

Basically the reason why ppl like Unohana, who looks incredibly similar to herself from a thousand years ago, the only difference being how much less sinister she looks and how calm she looks

Plus, all the characters from the Turn back the pendulm arc barely changing over a hundred years is wild

I initially thought of it as comparing every decade a soul lives to ever year a human lives but that didn’t feel right so I chose this

[leapypeanut]

What do you feel like the Remake does BETTER/WORSE compared to the OG ff7?

I like how they expanded a lot of the characters. I feel like they came more to life in the remake games (probably because of the graphics so they’re more expressive than those polygons, also the voice acting and way more dialogue) also I’m a very big Clerith lover (as you know) and the remake series is very Cloud and Aerith heavy which is nice because before the remake trilogy all the extra ff7 content we got was AC (after Aerith died) and CC (before they met) so to get so much more screen time of them interacting and really showing their chemistry in such a beautiful way makes me really happy!

Also in the OG Tifa was a very minor character that’s whole character revolved around Cloud. which i really dislike for obvious reasons. Tifa was actually originally outsourced from another studio and they only added her last minute after they decided to kill off Aerith. They didn’t really expect the fandom to get so attached to Tifa. But because of the love for Tifa from the fandom they gave her a lot more screen time in the remake trilogy. Which imo is kinda a double edged sword. Cause on one hand it sometimes feels like they’re trying to shove her in the narrative where it’s not necessary so she has the same amount of screen time as Aerith. Which is odd because Tifa is a side character and Aerith is a main character. And since they’re both technically the “heroins” of the game I feel like the developers kinda felt pressured to give Tifa more screen time to appease her fanbase. But on the other hand, while Tifa does still have a lot of the problems she has in the OG and is still very codependent (duh, she’s still the same character) but I feel like they’re gonna give Tifa more of a character arc in part 3. Where she realizes she doesn’t need Cloud and she doesn’t need her self worth tied to him. They kinda started going in this direction in the OG with Barret telling Tifa “"we did just fine before without him (Cloud), what happened to the strong girl l used to know?” But we never really got closer for that so I have a feeling they’re gonna go in that direction and if they do I’ll like Tifa a whole lot more. I also think Tifa going to the life stream by herself in Rebirth instead of with Cloud like the OG helped a bit in this. Because although what she saw in the life stream was still Cloud, and she still said “Don’t take him away, I need him” abt Cloud to Sephy in the life stream (showing she’s just as codependent as ever) further in the game (cosmo canyon) she talks abt how she feels closer to the planet and more motivated to save it since she fell into the life stream. Which I like because it gives her her own motivation because of her own experiences outside of Cloud yk?

I do think Cloud just randomly remembering Zack outta no where in Rebirth is kinda a cheap way to do it but I can kinda excuse it a bit because it does help with the plot further in Rebirth so it’s just a bit of a nitpick.

Something that did bother me was after cloud literally tried to KILL Tifa and push her into the life stream Cloud just walks into her room casually and Tifa’s not even remotely wary of Cloud at all, even tho he literally just attempted to murder her just a few hours ago. Also right after Cloud opens up to Tifa (the only time he’s ever really willingly remotely opened up to Tifa within the whole FF7 compilation) and tells her about why he almost killed her and how he’s having an identity crisis, this is a very vulnerable moment for Cloud. And Tifa thinks this is a good time to try and KISS HIM?! And Cloud looks completely confused. I don’t wanna accuse Tifa of trying to take advantage of Cloud in a vulnerable moment, I don’t wanna think Tifas that typa person, but that’s kinda how it comes across. the whole scene is very awkward and out of place. I’m very glad Yuffie, Nanaki, and Aerith walked in tbh.

Also I know this is kinda an unpopular opinion within the overall fandom but I like the multiverse stuff. I’m glad it’s not a 1 on 1 remake. Because the “remake trilogy” although it’s called “remake” it’s more of a sequel to the OG. So if you don’t like the remake trilogy it won’t affect the OG. The remake isn’t trying to replace the OG but just add onto the narrative. And honestly the multiverse stuff is a great way to market the game tbh. Because the Remake trilogy is gonna take at least 8 years to completely finish it. And nobody’s gonna be excited for 8 years if it’s exactly like the OG. That doesn’t make ppl excited, because they already know what’s gonna happen. But because of the multiverse stuff we have no clue what’s gonna happen in part 3. And that’s what makes you anticipate it, it’s the fun part. It’s fun to look forward to how they’re gonna take the narrative and making theories.

One last thing that kinda disappointed me was Cloud going insane. It was quite underwhelming compared to the OG tbh. Like I was expecting him to go completely crazy and the entire party to ostracize him and is completely scared of him under Sephiroths control. But that didn’t happen in Rebirth like in the OG unfortunately. But I do think they’re gonna include this within part 3! What i think they’re gonna do for part 3 is that they are not only scared of Cloud being controlled by Sephiroth but also creeped out because Cloud still thinks Aerith is alive. which she is alive in another time like that Cloud created right before she died in the main timeline but the party members don’t know that and just think Clouds going completely crazy because of grief and is just acting schizophrenic and hallucinating Aerith because he misses her so much.

[readyforthegarden]

Silver Springs - Part Five

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: This one (and the next one) are for my Sammy Nation besties. I love you guys so much and I'm so thankful for all the love and support you have given me and my fics!

WC: 2152

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They were in Chicago now, only a few days before they were set to be back home in Nashville. Josh and Harlow had been working on a few songs together, and the former insisted on workshopping them during soundcheck, to make sure they were going to be ready and in the right headspace when it came to the studio time. Unfortunately, Sam was nitpicking everything he could.

“It’s an A-flat, Harlow.” Sam snapped, aggravatedly pressing down on the key on his piano multiple times, huffing into the microphone. 

“I’m singing A-flat, Sam.” Harlow replied, just as annoyed. 

“You’re not, you’re going sharp.” he replied, again pressing the key and vocalizing with it. “You’re supposed to be here.”

“I am!” Harlow growled, her fists curling into her palm on one hand, the other tightening around the mic. 

“Maybe in whatever dream world you live in you are,” Sam rolled his eyes. “But to everyone else in the real world, you’re sharp.”

“Come over here and let me find something sharp to shove up your fuckin’ ass!” Harlow began storming over to Sam’s piano bench when Josh grabbed her arm, tugging her back.

“Let’s take a break from this,” he suggested. “Harlow, thank you for your time, we’ll finish this later, okay?” Harlow nodded, shooting a glare over her shoulder at Sam, who merely waved his fingers with a smarmy smirk as she put Jake’s mic back in his stand and walked off stage. Sam sighed, moving from his bench and picking up his bass, sliding the strap over his shoulder. 

“You can’t keep being like this, man.” Josh came over, glaring up at Sam. The youngest rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his hair, but Josh grabbed his forearm, tugging it away and demanding his attention. “I mean it, Sam. We’re working with her whether you like it or not. She’s a part of this process, whether you like it or not. Being a dick is not going to change that.” 

Sam had only seen this side of Josh a few times, when something wasn’t going his way. Josh had always had a quiet anger about him, one that stewed and boiled and built until he was throwing mic stands or kicking in an amplifier screen. Sam regarded his eldest brother carefully, seeing the storm swirling in his dark brown eyes, knowing if he pushed it it would possibly end up with his piano set on fire.

“Tonight after the show we’re all going out to a club, the label is throwing us a party for how well the new album is doing, along with this tour.” Josh told him. “There will be a few execs there, and I swear to god if you show your ass in front of them, all over whatever imaginary feud you have going on with that girl, I’ll make sure she gets that sharp object, do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Sam answered firmly. Josh let his glare linger a few moments more before letting go of Sam’s arm and turning away, going back to his position at the center stage mic. “Let’s run through The Falling Sky.”

The show was tense that night, there was hardly any banter between brothers on the stage. Josh delivered his usual speeches and was jovial to the crowd, but the show was the sole focus, getting off stage a few minutes earlier than they normally did. 

After changing and riding to the club their party was being held at, Sam settled himself at the bar, ordering a tequila soda and instructing the bartender to make sure he was never without a drink. Once the first one got him loose, he decided to mingle around the party, shaking hands and schmoozing with the execs that had flown in just to kiss their asses.

He glanced around the party, looking for a break from his current conversation partner, a man who couldn’t shut up about how he knew all along Greta Van Fleet was going to make it, from the first moment he heard them, yada yada yada. Sam’s eyes caught something shining in the dim lights, and strained to try and see more. 

Like a parting sea, other people moved out of the line of sight to reveal Harlow, wearing a smooth silk jumpsuit, tight to her waist but the pant legs billowing out, almost forming a dress. She was taller than before, wearing a pair of matching platform heels, and her hair was adorned with a small crown of baby breath, likely fashioned on the way to the party after being pilfered from one of the arrangements at the hotel lobby. She turned to greet someone as they walked up, and Sam felt his chest tighten. The neckline of her jumpsuit traveled in a ‘v’ almost down to her navel, and the straps around her shoulders were so thin he wasn’t sure how the were staying up, how everything was staying covered.

Josh stood next to her, and Sam rolled his eyes. Of course he’d be there, hand on her back again as he spoke to the label execs in front of them, then leaning into Harlow as if he were telling her a secret. Sam felt his blood boil at how comfortable they looked together, how his brother could fall for her games so easily. How he was guiding her through the party and stuck to her like a magnet.

“There’s our next big star!” the man finally broke out of his long-winded spiel about Sam’s own band and gestured to Harlow. “Harlow, darling, come over here!” Harlow turned her head with a smile at the call of her name. Sam sucked in a quick breath as he took in the rest of her appearance while she walked over. Her confident strut made the wide legs of her pants billow out, seeming like she was dancing over to them. Her eyelids were adorned with a hazy purple shadow, and a thick line of eyeliner, thinning out at the edges into a cat like point. Her hazel eyes were popping with the greens and golds under the lights with the purple shadow. 

“Hello Mr. Johnson, how are you?” Harlow greeted, shaking the execs hand. She turned to Sam, and her smile fell slightly, but she kept it plastered on nonetheless. “Sam, good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Sam sniffed, taking a sip of his drink to avoid any more pleasantries.

“How are you enjoying your first big tour, Harlow?” the exec asked, staring intently at the starlet. “It must be a big departure playing these arenas after playing dives and clubs.”

“It’s definitely different.” Harlow agreed, taking a flute of champagne from a passing by waitress’ tray. She took a small sip before continuing. “We’re incredibly lucky to be touring with a band like Sam’s, they’ve all been so gracious in showing us the ropes.”

“That’s what we like to hear,” Mr. Johnson grinned a large, toothy grin that seemed insincere. “This label is like one big family, and we like to keep it that way.”

“I’m sure once Harlow writes a decent song or two, their band will take off and won’t need us to babysit them anymore.” Sam smirked, glancing down at Harlow, whose cheeks began to redden at his comment. 

“Well, everyone has an opinion these days,” Harlow tried to laugh off Sam’s contemptuous words, but he continued.

“Everyone has an opinion yes, but I’m stating facts.” he smiled, blinking between Harlow and Mr. Johnson, who now looked like he was trying to find an emergency exit to this conversation. 

“Sadly, Sam, you’ve had a few drinks tonight, and no one will be able to find you credible.” Harlow retorted through a charming smile. “Now maybe if you took the time to learn more than a few bass bars, you wouldn’t feel so insecure about your own songwriting.”

Sam downed the rest of his drink, sticking his tongue in his cheek before turning towards Mr. Johnson.

“Excuse us for a moment, would you?” Sam gave him a fake smile and grabbed Harlow’s wrist, pulling her roughly through the party. Past the rest of the execs, his own brothers, including Danny, who curiously tried to see what was going on. Sam pulled her through the kitchen, tugging her along around the servers who were scattering with trays of drinks and hor’devours, trying not to drop them as the two musicians stormed through. He could hear Harlow’s heels clacking against the tiles quickly, taking as many steps as she could to keep up with his long stride.

He finally burst through the back door of the club, the alleyway lit by two orange hued bulbs by the door and a streetlight a few feet away on the sidewalk. The night air was cool, compared to the warmth of all the bodies packed into the club. The heavy metal door slammed shut behind them, and it felt like the bell starting a boxing match.

“What is it, Sam?” Harlow let out an angry laugh, ripping her arm from his grip. She took a few steps back from him, gesturing to the tense air around them. “What is it that makes you hate me so badly? Hm? The fact you were wrong about me? The fact that against anything you said to me, I still made it?”

“God you’re so infuriating!” Sam cried, throwing his own hands up in the air. “Maybe you’re the one that hates me! Did you think of that?” Harlow scoffed, turning and waving her hand at Sam dismissively. “No, I really think it’s you, you hate me because I remember all about plain little Brandy Lawson. The sad, pathetic songwriter that asked me to read her shitty songs in the parking lot a year ago.”

“Shitty songs that got me on a tour as your opening act.” Harlow glared at Sam, who just shrugged, feeling victorious from his jab. “Josh doesn’t think my songs are shitty. In fact he’s asked to use some of them for your next album.”

“Over my dead body will your music be on our album.” Sam seethed through grit teeth. Harlow’s eyes sparked, noting the rise that got out of Sam. She stepped closer, licking her lips as she loaded the ammo into her cocked verbal gun.

“Oh Sam, it’s already been voted on. My name is going in the liner notes,” she smirked, her voice a teasing, mocking tone as he clenched his jaw. Sam looked down his nose at her, watching her blink back up at him through her long lashes. “My name is going right next to yours, I can’t wait to see it. It’s going to make you hate me so much more.”

Sam wasn’t sure what happened, or how, but suddenly he was conscious of grabbing Harlow’s face in his hands and crushing her lips to his, her hands gripping his waist as he walked her back, pressing her into the brick wall of the club. They could both hear the fragile silk of her outfit catching against the bricks, snagging the delicate threads, but neither cared to inspect the damage. His fingers threaded into her hair and his knee slotted between her legs, pressing his body into hers and earning the most delicious moan he’d ever tasted as he continued kissing her. He felt every ounce of feeling, annoyance, irritation, everything pouring out of himself as their lips moved together, as his tongue lapped over hers. 

He could feel her chest heaving against his, from the surprise of the kiss and movements, and he smirked when he felt her subconsciously grind down on his thigh that was pressing between her legs to keep her between him and the wall. He could feel her nails digging into his skin through his cotton button down, and he pulled back, waiting for her to open her eyes before speaking, keeping intense eye contact with her.

“I never said I hated you,” he murmured softly, before pulling out of her grasp and walking back to the club, leaving the young woman panting to catch her breath against the wall by herself.

He caught a taxi back to the hotel, leaving the party early, letting Danny know he was done with the crowd and had a headache. Sam once again, took the stairs to his room, trying to work out what he had done. He kissed Harlow. He kissed Harlow and it felt like everything he thought about her was wrong from the start. Once in his room, he began pacing in the light of the lamp he had left on. 

He could still feel a tingle on his lips, and thinking again of how he kissed her and she kissed him back made his stomach flip. He ran his hand through his hair and continued pacing, only stopping when there was a knock on his door. Assuming it was Danny checking up on him, he moved to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open.

Danny wasn’t there.

Instead, it was Harlow.

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[thegeminisage]

oh boy it IS. tng update time. tonight, just under an hour ago, we finished watching "chain of command" parts i & ii. i'm not differentiating between them even though one had. WWWWAY more nudity than the other. hey did you guys know tng can occasionally pop the FUCK off

to me this episode felt like a backdoor pilot to ds9 which we will be doing tomorrow because it had cardassians in it and basically the only thing i know about ds9 is that gay cardassian that wants to fuck the doctor. and he's like the definition of the predatory gays/predatory gaze joke from what i have seen from gifs. so i was expecting like, some minor cardassian shenanigans and mild flirtiness

holy shit.

like girl when i tell you my tits got blown clean off

normally i complain there's too much downtime and technobabble in tng. there was not an OUNCE of fat on this episode. from start to finish we went at 500mph

like, we open with the guy taking away picard's command. and you're like oh no a demotion! but then it's COVERT OPS and also a suicide mission???

and the guy who takes over is a war-mongering bastard with a dubya accent idk how they predicted that in 1992 but GREAT job. i really loved to hate him, and one of my only nitpicks with this episode is that he didn't get more of what should have been coming to him

we acted this episode. will riker grinding his teeth every time he spoke to this guy. deanna's worried looks. beverly feeling guilty for leaving picard behind. i was actually complaining about patrick stewart not emoting when she was stuck in that little hole but now i understand. he had to save it for the FUCKING payload

ROLE REVERSAL FOR THE WOMEN. deanna got to wear a real uniform and beverly got to flirt her way out of a Situation. i love deanna's uniform, even if it is too tight around the chest. i think that's preferable to it being too tight around her crotch and leading to the horrific c*melt*e situation (sorry to say it like that). her hair also looked great this ep. so did bev's weirdly??? women's rights.

data didn't have much to do in this episode except accidentally give geordi more work which made me sad but it WAS wild to see him in a red shirt. i'll miss him until it's time to watch tng again

the little infiltration was charming. worf and beverly teasing each other about heights and bats. even the cave-in. picard getting left behind because worf tried to hold the door open like that guy in narnia and got SHOT.

i loved the guy who was doing the peace talks. he had the most unsettling horrific smile i've ever seen in my life. STAN a legend.

truly though even though i enjoyed the first half of the episode and thought it was solidly watchable the second half is what elevated it into mind blowing territory.

and like first of all it must be said: picard buck ass naked. computer show me image

i want you to imagine that you are 1. profoundly sleep deprived 2. have been complaining about the lack of sex in this show for six and a half seasons 3. do not find this man remotely physically attractive 4. AND the only thing you know about cardassians is gifsets of the guy from ds9 wanting to fuck the little doctor guy 5. you are PROFOUNDLY sleep deprived. only then can you imagine a fraction of the depths of my hysteria

i actually laughed so shrilly and loudly discord MUTED me cathy was like youve been silent for like 30 seconds are you still THERE. i laughed so hard i quite literally cried. we had to pause it for ten entire minutes. not even because it was funny i was just like. SHOCKED.

THEY REALLY WENT ALL IN ON THIS. it was like something out of a fanfic. a BAD fanfic. like those whump fics where guys get captured and made into sex slaves. EXCEPT PATRICK STEWART WAS ACTING!!!!! like it got SO SERIOUS so QUICK

i just now skimmed an article that said patrick stewart himself did research on torture and also went all in ie filming nude fr. the dedication came through in the work i wish tng could be like this always

bro like. the part where he could have walked out but thought bev was still captive. the part where he was was like YOU'RE SIX YEARS OLD AND YOU CAN'T HURT ME. when he got the torturer to call him by his real name. when he ate the live worms or whatever they were i couldn't look. when they got to talking about that guy's daughter. like we literally got the best of both worlds. picard reverse uno'd him at every turn and kept his wits about him and then in the end he BROKE ANYWAY

THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!

i was like. oh my god.

listen to me when he said it i was a little disappointed. i could see in his face given another 30 seconds he would have said five. i said OUT LOUD to catherine they should have showed us a shot of five lights and then had him say four anyway. but him saying four defiantly was still so so so good

BUT THEN. AT THE END. when he was like. deanna. i said four, but i saw five

THAT'S THE THESIS STATEMENT OF THE EPISODE. THAT TORTURE DOESNT GIVE YOU INFORMATION JUST WHAT THE TORTURER WANTS YOU TO SAY

AND THEN THEY JUST ROLLED CREDITS.

AND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's so wonderful-awful that that guy KNEW picard was getting release and STILL he felt the need to finish the conditioning, which i assume was meant to get picard to fake-confess to killing 55 men women and children like that one guy said. like, he didn't have time to record that confession. he JUST wanted to break him, and that was all. i bet he thinks about it all the fucking time. the one that got away.

again, i wish dubya knockoff hadn't been responsible for his release. i REALLY wanted riker to do a mutiny. but there just wasn't time. i am still glad riker got to give him shit but like we deserved more comeuppance truly bc he SUCKED SO BAD. also like lmaoooo at ANYONE saying starfleet is a science peaceful organization now. they're warmongers! they're no different from mirrorverse not really

aside from that though it was absolutely flawless. one of the best tng episodes possibly THE best tng episode. i feel so completely satisfied and also grateful that we will be watching ds9 next because going from this to another fucking barclay episode (the next tng one) would ruin me. i need TIME!!!

TOMORROW: ds9's "emissary," parts 1 & 2 !!!

we're going in release order, so now our watch schedule will look something like...

two at a time. that's gonna mess us up for "birthright" but we'll cope somehow

[wolfra-mite]

Legends of Arceus almost going to the S - Rank Pokemon Game Tier for me

Another one of my untiring charades regarding Pokemon games. Because why not?

Today I wanna talk about Pokemon Legends of Arceus and the reasons why it was almost the S - Tier of Pokemon Games with me. Keep in mind that this will have minor spoilers so kindly read this at your own risk.

THE S RANK POINTS

Reason #1 : The exploration

Walking around while chasing those Starters and probably getting the imaginary battle that I had in my head while playing Gen 3 came to life is probably the best scenario.

Reason #2: The catching mechanic and encounters. I finally played the Let's Go Series after Arceus (and of course the Price Drop from those older games were worth it). So far what i had experienced in Let's Go is just throwing balls. But no, Arceus is a good mix of that. Sneaking and hitting them at the back with the Balls and getting a critical capture is probably the best feature Gamefreak did. Like who has time for loading mechanics? Seriously, this is a game changer. It feels more realistic when you get chased by those hostile Alphas or just those Beedrills. The best part about that? you can just continue to run away. Unlike in Sw/Sh or in SV were you a forced on an encounter. And let me just say that seeing that shiny shing whenever you see a shiny pokemon is also a good mechanic.

Reason #3 : The sidequests

Sure this game is a short story but man the sidequests are good with the content. And some of the NPCs are actually pretty fun to talk too. Sidequests can either be funny as to looking for all those pesky bidoofs or doing a 900 korok seed style and catching that Spiritomb. The best part is the pay off, if you managed to get all the sidequests, you can relive your DS Diamond and Pearl Trauma by encountering Arceus in the DP Remakes.

Reason #4: The payoff in doing the pokedex and getting all the entries.

Starting from Generation Six XY. I made a living dex and started completing all the pokedex. Sure it was no easy feat, the only pay off that i get is a certificate and a shiny charm that may or may not get me some shinies depending on how good the RNG gods feel like being generous. But on this game, I did get a payoff: its meeting the Pokemon god itself. This kind of makes it good that the plot just ties after you finish the pokedex. And well as for the entries they can be a tiresome to do but hey they are quite fun to complete and that is when you will get the shiny charm.

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S RANK DEDUCTING POINTS

Ok so not all of the games are perfect and this comes with this game. So here is why I think that Arceus almost made an S but got into A rank in my game instead.

Deduction #1: Where is my mini map Gamefreak?

Bruh even year olds game had mini maps on their lower left or lower right. This game promotes exploration and not even a lower map? This is the part that i kind of dislike and it might be just a nitpick. But come on! Dont make me continuously press Y for the map? Oh you will? Well that sucks.

Deduction #2: Fast Travels where?

Muh fast travel posts. I feel like this is not the most often talked mechanic about. Yes the maps aren't that large, but still, I would like to conveniently fast travel on some locations sometimes. Perhaps this is a plot related thing to having little to no travel posts.

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The conclusion: Pokemon Legends of Arceus is a great game! If you want that exploration with no map or just not that nitpicky, it might be an S Rank for you.

[kaijuworldorder]

MonsterIsland22 Goes to the Movies: Wonder Woman

It's good. Go watch it.

[cartoon-and-animal-lover]

Look, I’m just gonna say it, I think The Bad Guys did what Zootopia was trying to do better than Zootopia did. 

Don’t get me wrong, I liked Zootopia just as much as the next guy. But a nitpick I’ve had even before the film was released was the fact that it was ONLY mammals. No birds or reptiles.

Why is this a big deal to me? Because the whole point of Zootopia is to use animal stereotypes to make a commentary on prejudice...except the persecuted and feared minority group in the world of Zootopia is mammalian predators. And sure, foxes and the like are likely to be villains in media, but they’re also equally likely to be good guys, and a lot of people see mammalian predators as cute and cuddly. I feel like Zootopia’s commentary could’ve been more poignant if they referenced how unfairly feared and hated "ugly” animals like snakes are in real life...but non-mammals aren’t allowed in this story about discrimination and prejudice! It comes across as a cop-out to me. 

Now let’s look at The Bad Guys. There are seven anthropomorphic animal characters in this story, and only three of them are mammals. And sure, the most prominent animal character is a wolf, which is equally likely to be either good or bad in media, but the second mammal character is a former bad guy turned good (which fits with how foxes are viewed neutrally), and the third is a cute and cuddly villain! 

The other four characters? Well, how often do you see a snake as a good guy? Or a shark? Or a piranha? Or a tarantula? The fact that the Bad Guys consist of animals that are just as unfairly feared IRL as they are in-universe makes the themes of prejudice and discrimination and stereotypes a lot stronger than Zootopia IMO. Yeah, I can totally believe in this kind of world, a talking snake or shark would have a hard time socializing with a population that’s mostly humans, and the only way they could make it in the world is to reluctantly adopt the “scary” label.

Also, Professor Marmalade is a better twist villain than Bellwether. Sure, most of us saw his twist coming a mile away, but at least it doesn’t contradict his character like Bellwether, who suddenly turns into a completely different person at the last minute. Compare that to Marmalade, who came across as really arrogant and condescending from his introduction, so you hated him even before he turned out to be evil. 

[queen-pudi]

Pathetic

Sakusa Kiyoomi x afab! Reader

TW: mentions of drinking, depictions of sex,use of word whore and Just being overall sexually frustrated rivals

18+ MINORS DNI

Snack time: I hate writing pt 2s but something about this one i just. It was getting so long and i hadn't even gotten to the good part😭 Nothing was going right so i need to take some time to rewrite the second part but for now here is part 1!

Truth be told Sakusa Kiyoomi was the bane of your existence.

He was rude, cold, and overall just didn't give a shit about anyone. His over-hygienic ways didn't bother you truly, that's not any of your business. What bothered you was how he carried himself as if he was better than everyone else. You want nothing more than to knock him down a peg or ten and the feeling is mutual

Sakusa doesn't quite understand how it all started but he does know that he loathes you. You were loud, crass, and overall a brat. But what made it worse is that you were only like this to him.

To everyone else you were sweet, caring, and willing to go to do whatever it takes to make your friends and everyone around you happy.

So why did you only hate him

What had he done to make you look at him with such disdain? What was so bad about him that you felt the need to nitpick every little thing he does in order to bring him down?

Your hatred for one another is impossible to go unnoticed much to the annoyance of everyone else. You were constantly at each other's throats and your friends often had to make plans purposely when one or the other was busy to avoid a run-in.

It was tiresome and frankly, they were sick of it.

Which leads you to now

"You know what I don't understand?" Atsumu started, "why don't you just fuck your hatred away?"

This nearly causes you to choke on your drink. Fuck Sakusa Kiyoomi? The man that has been nothing but a nightmare since the day you met? You knew Atsumu wasn't the brightest but this was a new low.

"Why the fuck would I want to fuck him?" You choked out.

"It's not like he's ugly, at one point you even said he was the most attractive man you've ever met" he smirked, recalling how before you properly, or rather improperly, met Sakusa you silently admired him.

His skills on the court left you breathless and he did happen to be easy on the eyes. You can't lie and say you don't still see the appeal but it's hard to look past all the ugly within him.

"If I wanted to have a bad lay I would have fucked you by now" you retort. Getting up and leaving the room as Sumu sat there speechless

You hate to admit it but his words had plagued your mind for weeks now. Every time you shot him with an insult you couldn't help but stare at his hands, wondering what they'd feel like trailing your body. Up your thighs, groping your breasts all the way up to your throat. Leaving you quite literally breathless.

What's even worse is that he began to sneak into your private time. Your last session ended with you having quite possibly the biggest orgasm of your life while thinking of him.

Deciding to calm yourself you spent the next few weeks actively avoiding him and any possible occasion where he might show up.

You even started going to the grocery store across town in order to avoid him. And while you thought you were doing a good job this didn't go unnoticed by Sakusa.

He could never say this out loud but he would sometimes look forward to seeing you. Being able to try a new insult on you or seeing how enraged you'd get when he would come up with a better one. It all brought him an odd sense of joy.

Not to mention he may or may not have also thought you were attractive. He wasn't blind he knew you were beautiful the moment he laid eyes on you. Not just in looks but in the way you carried yourself.

When you weren't squabbling with him you were often the epitome of grace. You were who people came to for guidance and you were good at it. Often helping people not only with favors but with your kind and thoughtful words.

Sometimes he sees this side of you and imagines what would it be like if you looked at him like that. What would you do if he asked for guidance? Would you help him with that beautiful smile you display at the sight of a new task, or would you look at him in disgust and anger for wasting your time?

Truthfully he tries not to dwell on those daydreams too much because that’s all they’ll ever be

Daydreams

No matter how much he wants to call out to you he can’t.

Which brings him here, at a birthday party for some random friend of a friend that he only came to cause he heard you were here.

He wanted to apologize for whatever set you off this time and go back to the dynamic you had. He just wanted you to mess up his life again.

However, when he did eventually find you this was not the situation that he thought would take place.

Atsumu was once again nagging you about your avoidant behavior regarding the walking lamp pole. All of it was starting to mess with your head.

"Don't tell me you've actually started to fantasize yourself with him!" Atsumu screamed, embarrassment seeping into your body as you tried to distance yourself from him

"Are you avoiding him cause you wanna just rip off his clothes and take him then and there every time you see him?" He teased, he definitely had a bit too much to drink but he'd be the same way sober sadly.

"Sakusa wouldn't even be good in bed I bet. I mean when was the last time you saw him with someone? He probably ran away his last partner because he was so bad in bed." You scoff "If anything I would be doing him a favor by sleeping with him. " you ranted, knowing full well most of it was a lie. You only really said all of it out of frustration.

Frustration for what? You aren’t too sure anymore.

Whether it was frustration at Atsumu for constantly suggesting the stupid idea and teasing you or maybe it was because of his constant nagging of how you should buck up and stop avoiding him that got in your head. Or maybe it was the sexual and shameful frustration of how now you can't seem to shake the idea of being on your knees for him as he fucks your face like a whore. The world may never know.

You were about to continue until you felt a strangely familiar cold aura surround you.

"So you avoid me for a week and then go around calling me a pity fuck?" He spewed, venom oozing out of every word, inching closer to your ear as you feel his breath fan the side of your face. "Somehow you continue to find new and inventive ways to disappoint me"

Sensing how this might play out Atsumu shot you a quick look and backed out of the room. Leaving just you and Sakusa

"I wouldn't say avoid is the right word. Moreso, purposely never being in the same location as you in fear of seeing you…"

You shift in place, refusing to turn around already imagining the look on his face that to most might seem unbothered but you know is much worse.

"You know google would say that's the basic definition of avoidance, but why argue over technicalities when you could explain why you are doing it in the first place? Or maybe you want to explain how the topic of my so-called pathetic sex life jilted you so much?" His words oozing with sarcasm

Honestly, neither of those options sounded promising as they both boil down to one annoying answer:

You want him

Sensing your hesitation he leaned in closer and trailed his hands lightly up your sides, one hand stopping just under your breasts as the other tilted your chin towards him bringing you face to face. Your body almost melting from the heat of his touch.

His breath fanning your lips as you do your best to keep what's left of your composure.

"if you ever want to see just how pathetic my sex life is firsthand then you know where to find me" he smirked at your nervousness, it was a risk but he was tired of ignoring the tension between you. He wanted you and if there was just the sliver of a chance of you wanting him too he was going to take it.

He pulled away slowly, the feeling of his hands trailing your body still ingrained in your head leaving you in a daze. Barely noticing his departure as you stand alone with just his words ringing in your head.

Maybe you're the pathetic one after all

[whiskeynwriting]

Red String - Ch. 10: Julianna's Words

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) mentions of divorce/separation, mentions of military life, mentions of trauma and PTSD, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (f receiving), anal play (f receiving), vaginal sex.

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Summary: You start growing on Valentina, and Frankie seems proud of this. And even after a surprise visit from Julianna, you continue to stick around. Because of this, Frankie feels compelled to tell you how he truly feels.

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A/N: Frankie baby most certainly is my big giant teddy bear

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“Vale!” you holler throughout the house, tying your hair up into a bun as you look for Frankie’s daughter. “Vale? We have to go, honey.”

“No!” her small voice shouts back at you from… somewhere in the home.

“Ugh,” you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“You need me to help?” Frankie asks, walking out of the bathroom.

“No,” you instantly spin around, pointing a finger at him. You’re determined to get this right. “I got this. I can do it.”

Frankie stifles his chuckle, giving you a supportive nod before watching you turn around and march off through his home.

Ever since that one night, your nickname of not-mom stuck like super glue. Vale even started giving you an attitude, and not just here and there, it was now a regular occurrence. The more you stayed at Frankie’s, the more honest she became with you. Her filter faded away within mere days, and within a few weeks, she told you that she didn’t want you there. Not only that, but on certain days, Vale didn’t like your hair. She didn’t like the way you said pancakes or the way you put on your shoes. It was little things here and there, just nitpicking with you. And after about a month of this, Frankie sat you down to talk to you about it.

“I’m really sorry she’s been like this, babe.”

“It’s not your fault, Frankie. I just hope she gets used to me.” You’d said it timidly, glancing down while you picked at your nails.

You really were trying your best. You didn’t try to step in as her mom or even a general caregiver, not in the slightest. With your greatest efforts, you gave Vale the space to grow and become used to you.

“I think it just…” Frankie tried explaining to you, thinking his thoughts over in his head while he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s the first time I’ve ever had a woman around that wasn’t her mom.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a sigh, returning your gaze to him.

“I know she doesn’t have a great relationship with her mom, but she’s still her mom.” “I know, baby.”

In the time between now and Julianna’s last visit, it had been over a month. Frankie hadn’t seen or talked to her, either. Which in all honesty, he was fine with. It made things easier. And after your talk, you both agreed that you’d try a more forward approach with Valentina. And with this, came your twice a week morning routine. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you’d get Valentina up, and Frankie would have the morning to himself. You’d wake her up, help her get dressed and do her hair, and you’d have breakfast with her. Her dad would join the two of you for breakfast, of course, but the entire routine was up to just you and her. And today, was one of those days.

“Vale,” you exasperate, now in the kitchen as you look around. She’d opted to have breakfast before doing her hair today, which you begrudgingly allowed. “We just have to tie up your hair.”

“That’s it?” she asks, and immediately, you spin around.

Vale’s short frame comes into view as she steps out from behind Frankie’s new recliner, her feet now pattering up to you.

“That’s it.” you smile gently, looking down at her.

“Do we have to brush it?”

“Honestly,” you sigh, pulling your phone out and glancing down at the time. “We don’t even have time to, honey. Let’s just tie it up.”  

She simply shrugs. “Okay.”

“Sentémonos.” You nod toward the couch, and thankfully, she bounds over to it. (Let’s sit down)

Quickly, you round up her flurry of dark brown curls into a scrunchie, tying it into a ponytail at the back of her head. Some days, she’s more stubborn than others. Today might just be the easiest day you’ve had with her so far.

When coming up with this idea, you and Frankie had a specific goal in mind. For Valentina to have respect for you, just basic respect. And by spending the morning with you, some mornings with you, maybe she’d learn more about who you are and see that you aren’t all bad. She’d see that you can be kind and caring and helpful.

“Gracias, linda.” You grin, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “Vamos.” (Thanks, sweetie. Let’s go.)

A day off seemed like a good idea, to the both of you. The game plan you’d come up for Frankie’s recovery wasn’t exactly working out, so an extra day to sit down and meditate on it boded well for the two of you. He was either too busy or too tired to attend AA now that he had Vale full time. And you helped where you could, but you couldn’t do it all. He attended a few meetings here and there at first while you stayed home with Vale, but sometimes he was just too tired to go. He was picking up shifts at work left and right in order to buy her dance recital costumes, school supplies, new toys, and basic snacks for around the house. You offered to contribute to this but since you didn’t live together, Frankie refused.

“Okay,” he sighs, slapping his palms as he takes his seat on the couch. “What’ya got?”

“Picture this,” you say to him, standing center stage in the living room. “A new pet.”

“A pet?”

“Yes! A pet!”

He just stares at you, confusion and slight amusement written all over his face. He raises a brow, prompting for you to continue.

“Baby, I think you getting a pet would be a great idea. It would give you something to do to busy your mind when Vale and I aren’t here.”

“Well, when neither of you are here, I usually just sleep.” he responds, shrugging thoughtfully.

“That’s not the total truth, babe. C’mon, you need to be honest with me if I’m going to help you through this.”

The two of you had gotten into quite a few arguments in the last month or so, all surrounding Frankie’s addiction. The biggest altercation occurred when you took his phone to delete his dealer’s number. Now, should you have taken his phone? No, absolutely not. That’s Frankie’s personal property and there shouldn’t be any reason for you to do that. But then again, desperate times call for desperate measures. Frankie swore up and down that he needed to keep that number, he needed it in his phone. Deep down inside, it was his backup, the cushion to catch him when he would inevitably fall back down that hole again. Only this time, Frankie wouldn’t fall, he won’t even stumble as long as you have anything to say about it.

But Frankie just sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, I’m so busy lately.”

“But Frankie,” you continue on, stepping over to the couch and taking a seat next to him. “I know you’re tired, but there are so many nights throughout the week where Vale is at dance and I’m at work. I know you sit here and stew, I just know it. And I don’t like thinking about you here all by your lonesome, stressing about life and feeling like you need to reach for your phone.”

Now at a pause in your sentence, you hear Lucky scratching at the door.

“Hang on,” you say, standing up to let him in through the back door.

When Frankie told you to bring Lucky over, you did so that very night. He wasn’t as socialized as you’d like him to be considering his age and breed, but to your surprise, they got along just fine. Diablo seemed uninterested, to be honest. He was probably the most serious Dalmatian you’d ever met. He is a service dog, after all.

In one swipe of the sliding glass door, he comes bounding in, immediately running up to Frankie and nudging his fidgeting hands with his nose. What a little attention seeker.

“Tell me how my dog loves you more than me.” You joke, walking back into the living room.

Frankie smiles, leaning in a bit to pet Lucky’s head and neck. And Lucky, well, he just eats all of Frankie’s love right up.

“I guess you have a point.” he then mutters softly, still petting your rather large puppy. “You have Lucky, and Vale has Diablo. Maybe a little buddy might not hurt.”

“Exactly! And it doesn’t have to be a high maintenance pet, either!” you’re thrilled he’s starting to come around to the idea, plopping down on the couch next to him once again.

“So, what’re you thinking? Like… a fish?”

“No,” you roll your eyes with a laugh, looping your arms around Frankie’s left one and cuddling in close to him. “Something a little more high maintenance than that.”

“Hm,” he returns, narrowing his brows. “Like a… a bird?”

“Oh my gosh, no. Frankie, birds are not low maintenance. They need so much attention. I was thinking more like a hamster, maybe a guinea pig.”

“Oh, I’ve actually always wanted a guinea pig.” He perks up a bit, giving you an intrigued look. “I thought they were so cute when I was a kid.”

“Well then,” you smile, giving his arm a tight hug and laying your head on his shoulder. “A guinea pig it is.”

While you’d been busy with Frankie and his daughter, your personal life was piling up in the background. You’d never say anything to Frankie about it, but you hadn’t been taking as many shifts at work lately in order to help out with Vale. He wouldn’t let you pay for anything, and you felt a dire need to contribute more than just nights spent next to him in bed. And your schoolwork… let’s just say you’re thinking about taking next semester off. Summer is right around the corner anyway, so that should be easy enough. But tonight, you’re thankful to have the evening to yourself to catch up.

“I know, I know Lucky.” You huff, giving him a light push. “I’ll take you out soon.”

You’re about five assignments deep and still have three left to go, the majority past due. But your education means a lot to you, it’s the only way you’ll get out of working at a bar, so it’s still worth it to submit them.

You and Frankie ended up officially deciding on the guinea pig, immediately grabbing your laptops to do the necessary research on how to care for it. You also calculated how much it would cost for food, toys, etc. All in all, not too bad. The only thing is, is he wanted you to come with him to get it. For some reason, he felt nervous about the process of it all. And while you were more than happy to go with him, you also had to do your homework. So, it looks like tomorrow will be the day. Even when you were apart for only a single night, you missed him. But he was never very far away.

You giggle at Frankie’s playful nature, holding your phone with both hands as you await his response. But before you can receive it, you hear a knock at your door. It’s timid, and you turn your head in the direction of your entryway, having set up shop in the living room. After a moment of silence, another knock comes, immediately followed by a multitude of rapid and harsh pounds. At this point, Lucky had gone from a quiet growl to an outright frantic bark.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You tell him, placing a soft pat atop his head before making your way over to the door.

Strangely, something about the whole situation feels off. You’re weary of answering the door because you honestly have no idea who it could be. Their frequent strikes against your door don’t exactly come off as friendly, either. Just to be on the safe side, you take a look through the peephole before opening the door.

“Julianna?” you whisper, twisting your face up in bewilderment. How does she know where you live?

Even though she can be volatile, and is very clearly upset, you open the door.

“Julianna, how did you –”

“I need to speak with you.” she instantly says, cutting you off and taking a step closer to your door. But you move to the slide to block her from entering. You also move to block Lucky, who is currently barking furiously, from getting out.

“How did you get my address?” your voice comes off firm, almost as a warning. This isn’t exactly normal behavior.

“It’s not exactly hard to figure out that you live across the street.”

“But how did you get my apartment number?”

“I walked into your building, saw the mailboxes, and found your last name. Duh.”

Right, duh. Why wouldn’t someone do that? Totally normal explanation.

“Can you let me in?”

Against your better judgement, you agree. Leaning down, you take Lucky’s collar to hold him back while moving both of you aside. In an instant, she practically flies through the threshold, eyes scanning your home as she does. She always seems to be in such a rush, so frantic and out of sorts.

“Look, I don’t think you know what you’re getting into with Frankie.” She begins, spinning around as she stands in your living room.

“Not this again.” You mutter, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms once you’ve closed the door. You shift your weight, now giving her a soft glare. “I know about Frankie’s addiction, I’ve met your daughter, I’ve been with Frankie for seven months, Julianna. What else do you have to scare me with?”

“You haven’t been through this before, you haven’t seen someone you love fall down that path.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I definitely have. I’ve been through this, and I’m prepared to help Frankie avoid it.”

“I’ve tried, too.” She takes a step toward you, speaking with compassion in her tone. “But this isn’t something you can do. Frankie and I have been through this before as husband and wife, and you need to let us do that again.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

For a moment there, you thought she was actually being kind. But this again?

“You aren’t together anymore! What do you not understand?”

“We’re still married! What do you not understand?!”

“Julianna, do you even really want Frankie? Because it seems to me like you’re jealous.” After your sentence, your face grows stern, arms still crossed while you gesture here and there. “You didn’t want anything to do with him before I came along.”

“Maybe I needed that, okay? Maybe I needed to see that what I had was really special in order for me to appreciate it.”

“But that’s so fucked! You treated Frankie like shit! And you’re right, he is really special, but you don’t get to appreciate that anymore! You’re the one who fucked that up, not me.”

“Look,” she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Frankie isn’t the man you think he is. I know you look at him like he’s some giant teddy bear, but he’s not.”

At this, you outright scoff. “The relationship Frankie and I have is nothing like the one you two had.”

Julianna’s dark eyes stare daggers directly into yours. “Has he told you about his time in special forces?”

Okay, she’s got you there. One thing you and Frankie haven’t touched on almost at all was his time in the military. You knew he’d been deployed and probably saw more than any person should ever see, and that’s the exact reason you never brought it up. Those memories are what led to Frankie’s addiction, so why would you ask him to unpack all of that?

“He’s done things that he isn’t proud of. Things that were hard for me to look past.”

“Like I said,” you remain firm in your stance. “You and I are not the same.”

“Why don’t you ask him about it?”

“What?”

“Ask him about Tom’s last trip.”

You have no idea who Tom is, and honestly, you don’t want to. If whatever happened with him and Frankie was important enough for you to know, then he would have already told you. And suddenly, all at once, anger consumes you.

“How dare you try to come here and speak to me about Frankie like this. How fucking dare you.”

You take a few firm steps toward her, with Lucky following at your side. He’s been a good pup, remaining on the hardwood floor near the front door. With fury rushing through your veins, you point a finger directly in her face.

“If you ever come to my door again, you’re gonna be met with something a lot harsher than words. You need to leave.”

At your swift movements, Lucky perks up, sprinting to yourself as he starts barking once again. Julianna’s eyes shoot down to your dog, growing wide as she maneuvers herself back.

“There is nothing you could ever say or do to change the way I feel about Frankie. Now go.”

“Really? You love Frankie?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then I hope he doesn’t put you through what he put me through.” She returns, promptly marching forward and seeing herself out your front door.

You turn to watch her leave, your lips parting in wonder as she shuts the door behind her.

What does that mean?

He’s texted you three times, but all you can do is stare at your phone. Why are Julianna’s words getting to you more than normal? Frankie sounds worried, you should respond. But you don’t want to give off the air of your unease, even through the phone. So, you decide to call it a night.

“What?” you whisper, confusion crossing your face as you look down at your now buzzing phone. “Frankie?” you ask, answering his call.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asks you, very clearly concerned. “Did I cross a line? I’m sorry I bothered you while you were studying I just –”

“Frankie, it’s okay, baby.” Comes your almost instant reassurance. “You didn’t cross a line, not at all.”

“Well… why’d you stop responding?” it sounds like a whisper, almost like he’s scared. You hate to hear him so worried.

“I, um…”

“See,” Frankie insists, “Something’s wrong.”

On the other end, you sigh, closing your eyes. There’s really no way around this. You’re bad at lying, and even if you weren’t, Frankie’s not easy to fool. “Julianna came over.”

“What?” he’d been lying in bed when he called, but your words make him shoot directly upward. The initial pang of adrenaline doesn’t subside, the concern only heightening his heart rate. “To your apartment? What? Why? What did she say? How did she even get there?”

“Frankie,” you coo to him on the receiving end of your call. “Breathe.”

“Baby, this shit makes me so nervous.” And when he says this, his voice cracks. He almost sobs on the other end, sucking in a harsh and deep breath.

“Frankie,” you repeat to him, your thoughts already going wild in your head. By the time Julianna had left, it’d been an hour. Now, it’s almost eight o’clock. Valentina is most likely in bed right now, and he can’t be alone when he’s like this, or at least he shouldn’t be. Even if he wasn’t recovering, you’d still want to be there for him right now.

“I hate seeing you like this, Frankie.”

“I’m sorry.” He sniffles, running a hand over his face.

“Don’t be. Would I…” with an almost defeated sigh, you give into what you both want most. “Could I come over?”

“Of course.” It makes Frankie beyond happy to know just how much you like coming over. Even with your separate and busy lives, you still make time for each other. You have since day one. “Do you think you’ll stay the night?”

You grin from your boyfriend’s response. “I’ll definitely spend the night.”

After a quick goodbye, each of you excited for your arrival, you hang up the phone. You told Frankie that you have tomorrow off, so you’ll likely stay at his house during the day to study. He doesn’t mind, of course, because that means he’ll get to come home to you when he gets off work. So, you pack your books and laptop into your backpack, along with your chargers and two of Lucky’s favorite toys. Since you’ll be at Frankie’s all day tomorrow, you decide to bring Lucky’s chew toy and stuffed rabbit so he’s not bored in what will be a mostly empty house. Plus, you’ll be busy, so these should occupy him.

All Frankie’s in when he opens the door are his boxers and a sweatshirt, making you instantly grin. But Frankie has a more somber look on his face. He gives you a fake smile though when he realizes you’ve seen his expression, stepping aside so you and Lucky can come in.

“Hi baby,” you whisper, quickly leaning down to let Lucky off his lead while Frankie closes the door.

The entire house is dark; no lights are on except for the one above the kitchen sink. Immediately, Lucky goes to lay down on the couch; his signature spot since he’s gotten comfortable at Frankie’s place.

“Hey,” Frankie quietly responds, his voice sleepy and gruff.

He opens his arms when you move toward him, the two of you meeting for a gentle embrace. You can already feel Frankie’s shaky breaths, your hands then moving to slowly rub his back. And he leans down when you do so, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

“I’m so glad you came over.”

“I know,” you agree, feeling his arms tighten around you. “Me too.”

After you’d told him that Julianna visited, worry struck him like a fist to the gut. For a brief moment, he thought that maybe she’d finally gotten to you. Maybe she’s finally said the perfect words to send you off; these thoughts growing in multitude when he learned that she’d mentioned his days in the service to you. He isn’t sure how you feel or what you want to say, isn’t even sure of everything that she said, so he lets you take the lead.

“Are you going to bed, baby?” you ask him, leaning back to look up at him.

Frankie shrugs. “Just laying down.”

“Why don’t we go lay down then? And maybe we can talk?”

He lets go of an unsteady breath before he nods, shoving his hands into the pocket in the front of his hoodie. You follow Frankie into his bedroom, doing your best to keep quiet while setting your back down on the floor.

“So,” he starts quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed. “What uh, what did she say?”

“She said a lot of things,” you sigh, leaning back against the wall while looking at him. “She mentioned how you treated her in the past, saying she hopes you don’t put me through what you put her through. I don’t really know what that means.”

Frankie’s face twists up; he doesn’t know either.

“She mentioned something about, um, a man named… Tom.”

At this, his eyes widen. Frankie’s stomach drops, an entire whirlwind of memories forcing themselves to the surface. Unpleasant recollections of his time in the Andes, the last time he saw Tom before he died. Jesus, why would she bring that up to you? Fuck, oh fuck, he’s going to have to explain himself to you.

You can see the look on Frankie’s face, easily interpreting his upset and fear. His eyes can’t stop staring at the ground, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps heavily, nervously.

“I, um, I…”

“Baby, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Again, Frankie’s face twists, but less aggressive this time. More so curious than confused. “What?”

“Frankie, I won’t ever force you to open up about that.” you take a few short steps over to his bed, sitting on the edge beside him. “I know it’s hard for you to forget, and I would never want to make you bring all of that back.”

Internally, Frankie’s heart is pounding. Before, he’d usually reach for his phone when under this kind of worry and stress. This isn’t something he likes to feel. But he feels like you’re holding him back from that edge, your eyes glued to his own and flickering back and forth.

“I know you’re a good man, Frankie.” You tell him, reaching out for his hand. “I know sometimes people do things they’re not proud of. But I know you’re a good man. I love you for that, baby.”

“Are you,” he whispers, his voice becoming hoarse, throat burning as tears begin to well in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, baby,” you reply with a nod, your hands rising to his face. Gently, you urge him to look up at you, and he does. “I’m sure.”

He wasn’t expecting this, not at all. He thought you’d come here demanding answers, he thought you’d be confused and mad and an entire mix of emotions. When you mentioned Tom, he was sure you were ready to leave. This is too much shit all wrapped in one fucked vessel of a person. Eventually, you’d have to have a breaking point, right?

Before he can think any worse of himself, you lean forward to grace him with a kiss. He welcomes it, of course, leaning into you fully as you drain all the worry from his body.

“Frankie, I love you, baby.” You coo to him, thumbs stroking the graying hair along his chin. And as if you can read his own thoughts, you then say, “I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you.”

You want to reassure him as best you can, because you know that’s exactly what he’s thinking. You could tell just by the look on his face. Frankie doesn’t deserve all this worry, he’s worked so hard to build a life he can be proud of, he should be able to rest in it happily.

“Thank you, baby.” He sighs, voice breaking slightly. His right hand comes up, landing on your jaw while the other wraps around your back and holds you close. “Thank you for everything.’

He hadn’t intended for you to do so, but you crawl onto his lap. You’d read his slight pull as a sign to move onto him, instead of next to him. But then again, he isn’t complaining. He lets you slide over him, getting comfortable above him while he holds you the entire time. Your arms wrap around his neck, head lowering to rest on his shoulder while you tighten the hold you have on the other. And just like that, you can feel Frankie relax, sighing out a deep breath just from feeling the weight of your body against his.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your hair. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hush,” you return, placing a loving kiss along the column of his neck, the sensation making him internally moan. “You deserve everything good in this world, baby.”

“I don’t.”

“Frankie,”

“I really, I don’t des –”

“Francisco,” you lift yourself from his neck, staring down at him with a warning in your eyes. He blinks almost dumbly at you; you’ve never called him that. “You need to stop thinking so badly of yourself.”

I can’t help it. But he doesn’t say it.

“You don’t owe anyone anything, Frankie.” He gives you a small chuckle. “What?”

“Kinda liked it when you used my full name.”

You smile at him, hoping this means he’s lightening up a bit. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, leaning in to nudge your nose with his. “I appreciate you, baby. Some days, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Yeah? Our one-night stand seemed to work out in your favor, huh?”

At this, he lets out a full chuckle, both palms sliding down to grab your backside in his hands. “It sure as hell did.”

“Yeah, well, it worked out for me, too.” You return, a bright smile growing on your face from his touch. “You make me happy, honey.”

“Can I lay you down?” Frankie then asks, wiggling his eyebrows when he says, “Maybe make you a little happier?”

“Baby, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something else.”

“Oh,” he says, cocking his head. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering… do you know when you’ll finalize your divorce?”

Oh, right. That.

Technically, Frankie and Julianna were still married. They were only separated and haven’t even started the legal process of their divorce. But you bring up a good point. It’s time.

“I think I should start the process of it.”

You offer a gentle smile, happy with his response. Your right hand lifts to his hair, softly combing through those beautiful curls.

“I think that’s a good idea, baby.” You nod, telling him softly, then adding, “I just want you all to myself.”

That makes Frankie sigh.

“Please let me have you.”

“You want to?” you giggle, biting your lower lip.

“I always want to.” he grumbles, rolling the two of you over and onto your back. “Will you let me, baby?” he asks, lips mumbling over your neck while he begins to nibble and lick.

“Frankie…” you sigh, both sets of fingers now digging into his locks. “Yes, please.”

While you love when Frankie takes control, something about the situation makes you want to switch that up, to not necessarily dominate him but take care of him. Maybe in a fashion similar to the first time you’d ever been together

“Frankie,” you repeat, this time quite breathlessly.

“Mm?” he grumbles in response, still mouthing at your neck.

“Lay back for me.”

“Huh?” he repeats quietly, now lifting himself from your neck to look into your eyes. And gently, your palms find his jawline.

“Lay back for me,” you tell him once more, calmly. “Let me take care of you.”

“Really?” he asks, already a bit out of breath, himself. He gets so pent up like this, you don’t think you’ll ever tire of it.

“Yeah, baby. Wanna ride you.”

Frankie chuckles, lifting his eyebrows and giving you quite the self-assured nod. “Knew you liked it from the very first night.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “Lay down before I change my mind.”

Though, you wouldn’t – of course you fucking wouldn’t. Who the fuck would?  No matter how much time you spend with Frankie, no matter how long you’re with him, you never get bored of him, or annoyed with him. At least, not long enough for it to really last. Truly, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever met, inside and out. You’ve never experienced such a deep, intimate connection so quickly with someone before. And although Frankie’s little joke made the two of you laugh, there’s really something more behind it. It’s like you both knew that very first night, like you both could have said it right then and there. I love you.

Happily, Frankie lets you lay him back, the two of you shimmying slowly toward the head of the bed. When his head finally finds the pillows, he sighs, smiling below you. His eyes move over the masterpiece that is your angelic face, feeling his heart expand in size. He was never known to be a grouchy man, but any grouch left in him was surely melted away by you.

“Remember,” you whisper to him, just above his lips as you lean down. “You have to be quiet, okay?”

Frankie cocks his head to the side as he playfully raises his brows. He looks surprised, amused, by your words. Usually, he’s the one to say them.

“We’ll see about that,” he murmurs in return, smiling while he leans up to kiss you.

You grin at his response, moving with his lips. Your hands come down to frame his face, lips easily parting his own and moaning while sliding your tongue inside. Frankie’s breaths become hurried, his hands moving to your back and pulling you down as he thrusts up against you. His palms roam your hips and lower back, eventually sliding down to your ass. They’re fervent and passionate grabs, his fingers digging into your flesh while you continue to deepen the kiss.

“Take this off,” he gruffly commands, fingers quickly finding the hem of your shirt. “Baby, take it off. I wanna taste your tits.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods, now fully breaking the kiss. “Take everything off.”

Leaning backward, you grab hold of your shirt, easily lifting it over your head. The gap you created allows Frankie to do the same, watching as you maneuver yourself off of his lap and onto your feet as you rid yourself of the rest of your clothes.

“Let me.” He practically begs, rolling over to the edge of the bed and falling to his knees. “Let me.”

You’re surprised – he’s never done this before. But something about you fully accepting him for the man that he is, regardless of his sins, makes him want to worship you, even more than before.

His plush lips find your skin, gently batting away your hands as they once laid over the top of your pants. Those deep, brown eyes close as he works his mouth over you, lightly sucking on your skin as his fingers pick up where yours left off. They drag your last pieces of clothing down over your hips and legs, his lips following suit. He explores every new inch of skin that he reveals, moaning wholeheartedly when he feels your fingers card through the feathery locks of his hair. The soft scrape of your fingernails provokes him further, one of his large hands finding a place beneath your knee. He lifts your right leg, propping it up on his shoulder while his other hand grabs hold of your hip to steady you.

“Frankie…”

He doesn’t answer you, just moves closer to your core. Frankie’s gorgeous face moves between your thighs, those smooth lips and that talented tongue quickly making contact with your sex.

“Baby,��� you gasp passionately, feeling his tongue slide through the soft skin of your labia.

“Mm,” he returns, diving inside once he received a quick taste. “Turn around, ahora cariño.” (now sweetheart)

Before you even move of your own volition, he’s doing it for you, dropping your leg from his shoulder and grabbing hold of your hips with both hands. He spins you around, pressing a hand over your lower stomach to lean you backward on the bed. Your feet stay on the ground, but not for long. Quickly, easily, Frankie lifts both your legs this time, scooching in to be as close as he can to you. You wrap both around his head, your fingers digging into his locks as he attaches his mouth to you once more.

“Frankie, yes!” you cry out, and immediately, he slaps your outer thigh.

“Callarse,” he grumbles, refusing to remove himself from you. “Se buena para mi.” (Be quiet, be good for me)

“Frankie…” you whine out in frustration, throwing your head back on his bed.

He’s still kneeling before you, sliding his tongue through the beautiful essence dripping from your delicate lips. He mouths at you, hands sliding over your thighs and grabbing you fiercely whenever he sucks on you. It’s almost not fair how amazing he is at this, and on top of it all, he expects you to be quiet for it? Damn, maybe you really did speak out of turn earlier.

“Me encanta como sabes.” He nearly growls against you, his once gentle licks now turning into harsh sucks and slurps. (I love how you taste)

“Yeah?” you giggle, still keeping yourself hush. “You like it everywhere, don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

And just like that, without skipping a single beat, he slides down, now tonguing your much tighter hole. Which, in all honesty, is exactly what you wanted. Before Frankie, you never did this, at least, not on a regular basis. But he loves it, dear fucking god, does he love it.

“Oh, Frankie,” you whine, puffing out your chest as you arch your back. “I like it, I like it like that, just like that…”

“You’ve turned into such a dirty girl for me.” He rasps, sucking his pointer finger into his mouth before stretching your hole with it. “You wanna take this?”

“You?”

“No baby,” he coos to you, kissing your inner thigh. “Not tonight, just my finger, sweetheart.”

While you absolute melt over just the idea of taking Frankie in your backside, you know you’re not ready to do so tonight. And you’re so glad he feels the same.

“Yes, baby,” you nod, fingers combing through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

“Mm…” he moans happily in response, forming a small hickey in the delicate space he’d just kissed.

He pulsates the digit in and out, slowly, just barely. And as he goes deeper, he twists it, briefly pulling it back out to suck on it.

“Frankie, Jesus Christ.” You huff out in response, hearing his ardent licks before returning his finger to the crease of your cheeks.

“Qué?” he asks, sounding completely innocent from between your legs. “Sabes que me gusta.” (What? You know I like it)

“Baby,” he then sighs, eyes unwavering from your form. “Eres hermosa,” comes his breathy voice, moving to firmly cup your left cheek in his free hand. “You’re so hot baby, letting me do this to you…” (you’re beautiful)

“Baby, c’mon,” you say to him impatiently, “Please.”

“You don’t have to beg for me.” He tells you quietly. “Just tell me what you need.”

“I, oh…” you sigh, head falling back onto his bed. His pointer finger fully enters you, slowly pumping in and out. “I want more, you. I want you.”

“You want me inside, baby?” he asks, kissing the discoloration he left. He’s throbbing below you, a small trail of clear precum falling to the wood floor.

“Yes, Frankie. I love it when you play with me but, please, give it to me.”

Slowly, he retracts his finger, popping it inside his mouth as he rises to his feet once again. Leaning up on your forearms, you watch him fully undress, large hands fumbling with the strings on his sweatpants. You’ll never know what it is, but it’s beyond sexy to see him like this; something as simple as undoing his pants while he stands before you.

He groans lightly when he fists himself, having stepped out of his pants by now. Your lips part as you watch him, his fingers and palm pumping the thick length of him a handful of times. And the hottest part about it, is he’s watching himself, too.

“Me quieres, cariño?” he asks through a sigh, not lifting his head but only his eyes as he looks to you. (You want me, baby?)

You nod, planting your soles on the edge of the bed. Looking back down, he moves forward, closing even the tiniest of gaps between the two of you. As if he even needs to, Frankie lifts his left hand, running the pads of his fingers over his tongue as he lays it out. He then lowers them, rubbing the wetness of it over your already slippery lips.

“Oh…” you head drops back between your shoulder blades when he plays with your clit, smiling to himself at your reaction.  

The brief stimulation sends tingles throughout your body, your naked chest heaving from his touch, for his touch. And it works, because just as he’s lining himself up, his other hand rises to your chest, squeezing you lightly in his palm.

“Baby, yes…”

He slides into you slowly, the stretch always something he takes his time with. It’s graceful, languid, his eyes not once leaving your meeting sexes. But that’s not what you want, not this time.

“Baby, I want you to,” you swallow thickly mid-sentence, drawing his gaze. “I want you to take control.”

He begins to smile at this.

“I like it when you’re rough with me.”

But he doesn’t respond, he just leans over you, laying his body over your own. He knows you wanted to ride him and while that sounded lovely at first, now, he doesn’t want that. He wants to take you.

“You know,” he sighs roughly above you, now entirely inside your walls. “I just… I love you.”

Your hands slide around his neck, moving to the back of his head. He rests his face beside yours, turning so he can run his lips over your cheek.

“I love you more than I’ve ever loved another woman.” He promises in the darkness, hips beginning to move. “I like when I take control over you, too. But right now… baby, I just wanna make love to you.”

“Frankie,” you return quietly, emotionally, tightening your hold on him. “I love you, too.”

“Tu eres,” he sighs, continuing to thrust into you, his arms holding onto you. “Tu eres mi alma gemela.”  

Internally, you question what this means. You’ve never been completely fluent in Spanish; sure, you’re pretty good at understanding and speaking it. But that word, you don’t know.

“Qué significa eso, cariño?” you ask him breathlessly, lifting your legs to wrap them around his lower back. (What does that mean, baby?)

Frankie grunts when you do, the action provoking him to thrust harshly into you. He then lifts his head, staring down at you. With heavy breaths, and sure words, he tells you exactly what it means.

“You’re my soulmate.”

“Baby,” you shake your head, smiling. “I love you, Francisco.”

“I love that,” he grins, licking his lower lip. “Say my name again.” And then he’s mouthing at your neck, murmuring, “I never get to hear you say it.”

“Francisco,” you happily sigh, tilting your head to the side.

His hips continue to move against you, his own spreading your legs wider with every thrust. But you still cling to him, trying to keep your moans down.

“Francisco,” you repeat, now asking, “Faster, please.”

“No.” he responds without hesitation, keeping his pace steady but not slow.

“W – what?”

“I said no,” he grunts out, continuing to roll his hips against you, into you. “You’re mine? You’re not gonna leave? Then I get to fuck you how I want.”

“Oh, baby…” you sighs out, gasping lightly when he abruptly snaps his hips into you.

“Yeah,” he grins breathlessly, right hand moving to cup your jaw as he lifts himself from your neck. “Now, open your mouth for me.”

His words make your entire body tingle, euphoria filling your veins as he continues filling you, too. Frankie then proceeds to dip his head down, smiling wider when you part your lips for him. Without skipping a beat, he slides his tongue inside, immediately brushing it over yours. Both of your hands move to his jawline and cheeks, petting the slightly coarse scruff you love so much.

“I want you to be mine,” he breathes out against you, “I can’t wait for you to be mine.”

“I’m yours, Frankie, baby, I’m yours. I promise I’m yours.”

And while he knows you mean that, and knows that you currently are, he’s thinking of something different. He’s thinking of something more.

“You feel so g – good, baby, I –” you quiet yourself before you gasp, feeling the steady rock, the steady drag of his erection against your heated walls.

“Yeah?” he returns, pressing passionate kisses to your jawline and cheek, even some to your nose. “Good enough to make you cum?”

“Always.”

He can feel you fluttering around him, can feel himself throbbing in response.

“Baby, can I cum inside?” he grunts out, his body weight pressing more firmly into you. “Can I please cum inside? I wanna feel it so bad, sweetheart, wanna see it drip out.”

“Oh my fucking god,” you pant out, eyes rolling back in your head. “Yes Francisco, yes. Cum inside me, amor.” (love)

“I can get it deep inside, you want it deep inside you, sweetheart? Yeah?” he’s speaking hurriedly, breathily, nearing his high.

With every rut, his hips meet yours completely, the last few becoming rushed and sloppy.

“Yes, yes Frankie…” you whimper, shoving your head back and holding him against you, your body now tightening around him.

Your legs shove him deeper inside, hips thrusting up against him, with him, as you cum. He can feel your entire body clench up and quiver, back arching and body rolling lightly beneath the weight of him. You tuck your head into his neck, chest straining to quiet your shrill cry.

Frankie’s dominant hand comes up from beneath your back, holding your head as it rests in the crook of his neck. He bites down on his bottom lip, snarling his upper slightly as he pinches his eyes shut. It’s almost as if he can feel it overcome him, hips jerking involuntarily and sitting flush against your own.

“B – Baby,” you hiss, shivering against him, reveling in the feel of his strong hold.

Your body rolls up against his, his chest heaving against you. The deep rumble vibrating through his chest makes you sigh, feeling his hips still against your own. He feels it rush out of him, spurt after spurt, silently groaning with his mouth agape beside you.  

“I love you, baby, you know that?” he asks, still holding the back of your head. He then turns, kissing your temple kindly. “You’re so precious to me.”

It’s rare that Frankie fails to provide aftercare; he honestly feels like he owes it you, caring for you after allowing him to live out some of his dirtiest fantasies. But even before then, he did it. He just cares for you, selflessly.

“Frankie,” you call softly after him, watching him retreat to the bathroom once he’s helped clean you… after he watched himself drip from you.

He turns around, washing himself and then his hands as he looks at you. “What?”

“You don’t have to tell me, you know, about anything. I don’t need to know about your past to know you’re a good man.” You then stand, grabbing a pair of underwear and one of Frankie’s shirts to sleep in. “I won’t ever force you to open up about that.”

When Frankie steps out, he’s in a pair of clean boxers, running his fingers through his hair. He has a grateful smile on his face, striding over to pull you in for a hug.

“C’mere, honey.” He whispers, pressing a kiss over your hair.

He guides you to his bed, opening the covers for the two of you to snuggle in.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen for someone as quickly as this.” Frankie expresses this wholeheartedly, moving to wrap an arm around you; and something in his heart truly calms when he feels you relax into his hold. “It just feels right with you.”

“I agree,”

He looks down at you, just as you look up, admiring your kind smile. There’s never been an unnatural feeling between the two of you, never been a sensation of hesitation as to whether or not the other was right for you, meant for you.

“I want to do something,” he then tells you, leaning his head against yours. “I’ve been wanting to do it for a while now but, I guess, I could never really find the right time to do it.”

This makes you look up with curiosity, and honestly, a little worry.

“I’ve been wanting to give you a house key, but… it doesn’t feel right, honestly.”

Instantly, your heart sinks. You just had a beautiful moment together, you just made love together; why is he saying this right now?

He sees the concern on your face, but just smiles. “I want you to move in with me.”

Even though you weren’t at the house before she fell asleep, Valentina wasn’t surprised to see you in the morning. It’s a Friday, aka, not your day to get her ready. So, Frankie let you sleep in. But when you joined them for breakfast, Vale acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. Maybe she’s finally getting used to you, after all.

“Buenos días, hermosa.” Frankie smiles, kissing your cheek while admiring your sleepy expression. What a perfect man. (Good morning, beautiful)

“G’morning, baby.” You return, sliding into the seat next to Valentina. Her dad is making eggs, and she’s already got some on her plate. “Hola niña, cómo has dormido?” (Hey girl, how’d you sleep?)

She shrugs, popping another forkful of eggs into her mouth. “Buena.” (Good)

You ponder this for a moment, nodding while you yawn. “Soñaste?” (Did you dream?)

“No,” she shakes her head, frowning. “No esta vez.” (No, not this time)

“Eggs, mi amor?” (My love?)

“Sí, por favor.” You grin in return, watching as he slides some onto your plate. (Yes, please.)

He then speaks to Vale, letting her know that they have to get ready to go soon. Both of them are dressed and ready for the day, while you’re still in your pajamas. But you give yourself some slack; you just woke up, after all.

“I’ll be back, baby.” Frankie says to you, not long after you’ve finished your eggs. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, he whispers, “And I’ve got a surprise, too.”

His words make you smile; last night was quite the unexpected surprise, one so surprising, in fact, that you’re opting to tell Valentina about it until later this weekend. But what more could he have planned? You’re also going to get Frankie’s new pet today, so you wonder what else he’ll try to fit in.

While he and Vale are gone, you ready yourself for the day. You take a quick shower, freshen yourself up while changing into some clean clothes. The only clean pieces you have here right now are a pair of sweats and some underwear, along with a red crop top. So, you slide them on, and get comfy on the couch. You’re not sure when Frankie will be back, you’re honestly surprised he’s coming back at all. He should have work, but maybe he’s going in late today. Either way, you grab your books and set up shop in the living room, finishing another set of flash cards and two extra chapters before he gets back home.

“Hermosa?” Frankie calls out, finally returning home. (Beautiful?)

The Spanish word makes your heart swell inside. They’re always so cute, the nicknames he chooses to call you, and of his own accord too. He’s just sweet like that. Sometimes tooth-rottingly sweet. But you don’t mind it, you actually like it; prefer it, really.

“Hi, cariño.” You beam, walking out of your soon to be shared bedroom, having just used the ensuite in there. “Don’t you have work today?” (Hi, baby)

Frankie strides towards you, arms wide with that signature bright smile on his face. “Not today.” He tells you, wrapping you in a hug.

“What’s going on?” You giggle, naturally accepting his embrace.

“I’m taking the day off, honey.” Frankie says, hand lovingly petting the back of your head. “Today is all about me and you.”

“Really?” You ask him, breaking the hug to look up into those deep, warm eyes.

“Yeah,” he softly replies, that gorgeous dimple more than visible in his cheek. “I want to spend the whole day with you, babe. Want to take you out to dinner tonight, too.”

“What’s the occasion?” Your bubbly laugh comes out happily as you raise an eyebrow at him.

“You moving in.” He grins, “You’re my person, you know that?”

His words make you sigh; how did you end up with this man? How did you end up with someone so naturally kind and caring? Someone who is so genuinely in love with you? He told you last night that he could never find the right time to give you a key to his home, but then, he offered something even better. He’s offering a chance for you to expand the life you’re creating together. He not’s offering you a key to his home, but offering an invitation for you to call it yours.

“I know that baby.” You nod, moving to hold his adorably handsome face in both your hands. “And you’re mine, too.” With an excited giggle, you then say, “I’m so excited to live with you.”

“I know,” Frankie responds quietly, excitedly. “I think it’s going to be so fun.”

You chuckle at this; he’s so giddy, it’s almost like he’s a little kid. There were times where Frankie gave in to the burdens he faced throughout life, and then there were times when his true personality showed through. You’re more than aware of which side he’s presenting to you right now.

“Vale’s abuela is picking her up from school today. She’s going to spend the night there tonight so it can be just me and you.”

“Awe, baby, you didn’t have to do that. We can have a great night with her here, you know that.”

Frankie’s grin just widens. “Not with the night I have planned.”

Detailed Chapter Summary

Valentina isn't warming up to you the way Frankie had hoped. So, you and Frankie decide to take turns getting her up for school every other day; he thinks it will be good for the two of you to spend the morning together.

While Vale is at school, you talk to Frankie about getting a pet, maybe a guinea pig. You explain that it could be a distraction from his addiction and help him with stress when you're not around. He considers it.

Your school work begins to pile up, but while you're at your apartment studying, Julianna stops by. She tries to convince you to stop seeing Frankie, which doesn't work. After she leaves, you tell Frankie about what happened, which prompts him to invite you over. He's a mess, but you reassure him, and ask when he'll finalize his divorce. He promises it will be soon.

After reassuring him further with gentle and loving sex, Frankie admits something to you. He wants you to move in with him, and you accept.

[tea-hytyyto]

Misunderstood Tries

This is my first ever fanfic so hopefully it’s not bad T.T                               One Cup of the Special Brew Misunderstood Try’s. With a splash a angst, a sprinkle of fluff, and a mix Leona and Farena Kingscholar. I hope you enjoy~

Tw: Some minor violence and details! *This is not a ship fic!* *This fic was made by Hytyyto’s Tea Time! Otherwise known as Hytyyto! Please do not repost or such without proper credit! Ty~*

Leona was many things. He was the definition of brain and brawn. However from the moment he was born those talents didn’t matter. Atleast, that’s what he thought. He lived life basking in the shadow of his elder brother. From the moment he stepped foot on the world he was always nitpicked for not being like Farena. It didn’t matter if he was only a child, he was either way going to be judged. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how diligent he worked, he was going to place second. As he grew he became lazy and developed an attitude because of his upbringing.

Now Farena you might say is the dear opposite of his brother. He was cheerful and a bit of an idiot but many found it endearing. He was often coddled and liked by the people of the Afterglow Savannah, unlike his brother. He grew up to be cheerful and friendly. He ended up succeeding the throne and had 1 son. Much to Leona’s demise. 

It is not an exaggeration to say that Farena tried hard to support and motivate Leona. Unlike the the majority of the Afterglow Savannah, Farena cared about Leona very much. However Leona ended up pushing him away even though he never did anything to him directly. However as mentioned Farena is a very cheerful person, it didn’t matter if Leona pushed him away. He still checked up on him and tried to talk some sense into him.

Farena was very aware that his brother most likely didn’t care for him. However what if he was wrong about that? Continue on as you hear the tale of these brothers who were ever so distant, become close in an instant~

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Leona let out a sigh. After living in the NRC campus he forgot what it’s like to have duties as a prince. He barely got 5 hours of sleep and was exhausted with work. Doing tasks for everyone, making public appearances, etc. He was being run ragged. He felt less like a lion and more like a dog on a leash. 

He got up and stretched, he was done early for the night and decided to treat himself by going to bed early. However as soon as he left his study he saw some servants running towards him in a hurry. 

“Leona-san! Something urgent has come up, it’s about your brother!”

He nodded his head signaling for them to continue. He swore if it was something where he needed to clean up Farena’s messes his head was going to explode.

“Farena-sama had almost gotten assasinated and is hospitaltized! The assasin was caught but Farena-sama had gotten some severe injuries. ”

Multiple thoughts flashed through Leona. What an idiot! What was he thinking being so reckless!? Is he alright? Does he know the consequences of his actions? Since when did I even care for him? He couldn’t help asking himself. Even though he wanted to ask them all only 1 simple question came out of his mouth,” How is he doing?”

“They said he should be fine, but the doctors want him to stay at the hospital until a few magical curses come off as well as some bruises.”

“Can they not bring him to the palace and take care of him here?”

“Majority of their equipment is big and complex, they said it isn’t smart to move it and just let Farena-sama stay at the hospital for another 3 days. They said to use this number if you wanted to contact them.”

“Understood, you can leave now.” 

As he walked to his quarters Leona could feel the existing knot in his chest tightening. Even if Farena was fine he wanted to check up on him immediately. He couldn’t wrap his head around how carefree he can be. Then again he always was like that. 

“Leona! Leona!”

“What is it Farena?”

“Wanna build a sand castle with me? Your unique magic would be useful!”

“Are you an idiot Farena? If anyone saw me use my unique magic near you they would all be barking nonstop about me trying to kill you!”

“But-”

“No, that’s final.”

Leona could still remember what happenend after that. Since Leona refused to make sand for Farena’s sand castle, his elder brother went looking outside the palace for some. He ended up getting caught in quicksand and their father having to pull him out. If only I was there. 

. . . 

The royal family was finally granted direct access to see Farena, and with his thoughts eating at him and his sister-in-law dragging him, there was no way Leona could skip it. If only he was still at school, he wouldn’t have to deal with this. 

The guards stayed outside as all 3 of the royals spent “chatting” with Farena. His sister-in-law caught him up on recent events and such. Cheka had basically jumped on top of his father and started screaming in his ear a bunch of random things, reminded Leona of another moment a while back. 

At last, it was Leona’s turn. Leona didn’t want to have to talk in front of his sister-in-law and Cheka so he asked them if he could talk to Farena privately. He didn’t need his sister-in-law and Cheka getting on his case for scolding Farena. As they left Farena stared at Leona with shock. His little brother willing to talk to him 1 on 1? Never in a million years. 

“ Don’t think I’m doing this for love or something like that. I’m here to make you realize how much of an idiot you are. Do you have any idea how much trouble would be caused if you die!?” Leona attempted to sound angry.

Farena laughed, ” You can’t be direct with your emotions can you?”

“Why you! I’m just stating how troublesome it would have been. It’s not like everyone could be like you, you kno-” Leona was cut off as he felt two arms embrace him.

“And no one needs to.” Farena felt tears fall on his shoulders.

“I’m glad your okay.”

“I’m glad too Leona. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to see this adorable reaction from you.” 

“Shut up.”

“Hmph! Well I’m sorry I didn’t know you even cared for me for all of my life until now! Jokes aside though, I’m glad you return my care and love.”

“Of course I do, also you better not use this as blackmail Farena.”

“Oh, I definitely will.”

“Farena!” The two bickered on. 

Little did they know, 2 other royals may have been watching through the door window watching the brothers reconcile.

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I hope you were able to enjoy your cup of tea~

[saltwukong]

Nitpick November #3: Fairy Tales

After a while, I finally managed to think of something significant about Volume 8 that amounts to a nitpick, and not something that makes me blindingly angry. It's one of those Miles-and-Kerry-isms, the dependence on old legends and fairy tales in-story that you can tell usually appears when they're doing some Plot Bullshit they didn't bother to properly set up.

Some people are probably going to be scandalized by hearing this, but I really...don't care about the 'thematic rules' as they apply to minor details. If a character's name doesn't relate to a color, I really don't care. If a character doesn't link back to some old legend or literature, I'm not bothered. Really, those aren't things that affect the story all that much, and that's what I care about: the story. I don't find these things absolutely necessary.

In fact, you could probably excise them and I wouldn't notice. In many characters, they have. But that only makes it all the more jarring when the whole fairy tale nonsense pops back up as something it was never meant to be: a hugely important part of the story.

I mean, they did that the first time, and it was already bad then. Our first true delve into overarching plot came in Volume 3, when the maidens were introduced and came packaged with a whole fairy tale bit that Pyrrha explains. The thing is, nobody in the audience cared about in-story fairy tales. Why would they? This isn't an urban fantasy show. They cared about the slaying of monsters with huge badass weapons. It shot the story into that abysmally frustrating "MAGIC IS REAL?" nonsense that was so rightfully mocked every time it appeared.

And that should've been the end of it. You got one free pass out of that because it ostensibly did double duty as worldbuilding. Made-up in-story fairy tales should have had absolutely zero presence or impact in the story from there forth. Yet, at the end of that volume a mere six episodes later, came "silver eyed warriors".

When you do that, just drop random legends and myths out of nowhere the second they're ostensibly relevant, you make it abundantly clear that you didn't really plan for this and are just making shit up as you go. That you're too lazy to actually, properly establish something--because if you weren't, you'd have other options than this, and better ones, too. Naturally, the silver eyes nonsense resulted in a lot of complaints of exactly that.

Volume 4 provides us this in the form of the Only Religion That Matters, with Generic Good God and Generic Evil God, and from then on whenever a character needs to swear they say "Gods!" or "Brothers" even though they've never done that before and it sounds really awkward. Again, another Old Legend featuring as the star of an exposition dump, this time from Qrow, to actually hammer in a plot for the heroes to navigate.

There's no new legends dropped for Volume 5 and 6, mostly because they're busy dealing with the first two--maidens and silver eyes. Volume 7 features no new legends as well, along with almost zero mention of either of those, because Volume 7 is awesome and can carry itself with a plot that doesn't rely on Randomly Generated Exposition Lore. But then of course, comes Volume 8.

In Volume 8, it's "maiden" this, "silver eyes" that, along with something new: "the girl who fell through the world". Because of how far we'd come, I knew the second that Oscar brought this random fairy tale up out of nowhere for no reason that it was going to be super important Plot Bullshit dropped out of nowhere, and I was right! This is supposed to be "foreshadowing" for the Ever After, the alternate "plot" Miles and Kerry pulled out of their ass after they finished bludgeoning, shredding, and burning the actual plot that Volume 7 had set up to that point. You would think that after nine years, these two would've learned that they can't get away with that, but not. They show their hand every time.

It's lazy. It gives the audience absolutely no reason to invest in a plot point and relies on their existing attachments surviving the awkward transitions (and they might have, had those existing attachments not been villainized and killed off). It's a hand-wave for when a plot just happens, with no input nor logical action from the cast themselves. There's no way to have characters drive plots like these because it's all referential, ordained crap.

It doesn't even have the guts to be original crap. RWBY has now entered the dull and unsatisfying world of Alice in Wonderland recaps, because creating original mythology to contain their writing decisions is too much work.

And all of this, for what? Am I supposed to be impressed that Miles and Kerry can crib Lewis Carrol like everyone else on the planet? Cause I'm not. This was never what RWBY was supposed to be about. Fairy Tales were an interesting feature and source of design notes when this show started, never a whole major facet of the story. I'm bored by this.

[kurosukii]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: your relationship is filled with nothing but teasing touches and pleasured sighs, until you tell him that you want to take it to the next level.

genre: smut, fluff, aged up au, established relationship au

warnings: 18+. virginity loss (it’s a social construct but for the sake of smut...), riding, dirty talk, fingering, face-sitting, size kink, nipple play, chest play(??), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, praise kink, unprotected sex, finger sucking, pet names (kitten)

word count: 5.8k

author’s note: koo is the loml. that’s it. (this was the hardest for me to write so far since ✨feelings✨ are involved). this is somewhat the nsfw continuation to safety net but it can still be read alone, i just referenced some things™️. (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° thank you so much @kurinoot for editing <33

[5:02 PM]

“if you don’t stop tickling me, i’m going to bite you!”

you squealed as you lightheartedly threatened your boyfriend. you were trying to swat his attacks away from your neck and waist as his lean body hovered over yours, but he was just too big for you to throw him off.

“i dare you to bite me, kitten. i’ll just bite you back!” he exclaimed as he raised his head from your neck, with nimble fingers still pressing on to your sides. he laughed at your dumbfounded expression and went back to blowing raspberries on your neck and tickling the dips in your waist.

you would say that you’re tired of kuroo’s childishness, but you would only be lying to yourself. you loved how he was so carefree every time the two of you were together, and you couldn’t be more grateful that kuroo was such an attentive and doting boyfriend. sure, you had your fair share of doubts and insecurities when the two of you first started dating in high school, but it was never because of him. no, it was all you and your past inhibitions. however, kuroo never fails to squash your negative thoughts to the ground.

when you would observe him, you’d remember how the two of you confessed to each other over chemistry homework and you’d just burst out laughing at how it was such a kuroo way for your feelings to be known to each other.

when he asked what made you so happy, you’d always say you and he’d end up making a face but kiss your lips softly a few moments after. those soft kisses don’t last long because they would turn into heated makeout sessions that would leave you gasping for breath.

a few weeks into dating, kuroo admitted to you that he was planning on confessing by making a nonchalant comment here and there and leave you to nitpick what he said. he claimed that it wasn’t to ‘disrupt’ your strong friendship and ‘startle’ you, but you know him like the back of your hand—he was just as nervous as you were.

now that you’re a year or two into dating, being with him just felt so right, like all the puzzle pieces fell into place and formed the beautiful jigsaw of a relationship that you have with him. at first, you were worried that your dynamic with him would change because you weren’t just best friends anymore; you were now involved with each other romantically.

when you told kuroo about it, he would always encourage you to tell him what you were feeling. he would just flick your forehead and tell you that you have nothing to worry about and he was right.

you wouldn’t change a thing about your relationship with kuroo tetsurou, except for one thing.

you have yet to ‘consummate’ your relationship, and it it may seem crazy to others if they knew how long the two of you have been dating (not that it’s any of their business), but you haven’t reached that part of your relationship yet. 

the farthest you two have gone was oral, so you knew that it wasn’t because you didn’t find each other desirable. you used to believe the saying ‘i could eat you for hours’ was sort of an exaggeration but now you can confidently admit your mistake and say that kuroo puts that saying to shame because he has spent hours buried between your legs perfecting his oral ‘techniques’. 

more often than not, you would always find yourself begging him to stop eating your pussy because it ached and your clit felt so numb. you’ve always wondered if his jaw and tongue were made of iron steel and he would just laugh at you before diving back in, making you squirt all over his face for the nth time that day. 

you’d also return the favor, of course, but you’ve always had a difficult time fitting his entire cock in your mouth because he was not only long, he was also achingly thick. you can’t even wrap your fingers around his shaft and he would always only fit halfway through your mouth, but he didn’t care because after cumming down your throat, he’d immediately lay you on your back and devour your cunt again.

that’s why you were so fucking annoyed because you knew that you wanted to fuck each other, so what was stopping the both of you?

well, it was your stubbornness. you wanted kuroo to initiate the next step but he would always tease you. you’d think that after years of pining for you, he’d jump at the chance to fuck you, but no, he stayed a saint (if you disregard the moments he made you orgasm multiple times).

if there’s one thing you disliked about kuroo now, it was his immense self-control and penchant for teasing you, so after weeks of thinking, you decided to finally raise the white flag and surrender.

although, it wasn’t exactly a defeat because it meant that you were about to finally get your pussy fucked by your boyfriend’s big fat cock for the first time. maybe if–

“what are you thinking about, kitten?” kuroo interrupted your dirty train of thought. his usual bed hair was even messier from playing around with you and his plump lips formed into a pout because you stopped reacting to him a few minutes ago.

fuck. should i tell him? what if he thinks it’s too fast? but we’ve literally covered almost all of the bases– “nothing!” you said in a high-pitched voice, your brain short-circuiting from your ravaging thoughts. kuroo narrowed his hazel eyes at you, clearly aware that you were lying.  

“tell me, kitten. i told you that you should never hesitate to tell me what you’re feeling, right?” he raised a dark eyebrow at you. you visibly gulped as your face flushed in embarrassment. never mind the fact that this man has already seen all of you, so acting like a virginal prude seems out of bounds now. well, technically i am still a virgin so–

you were broken out of your stupor when you felt kuroo shift above you. he was hovering over your body, with long legs at either side of your hips as he rose to all fours. his large and warm hands pinned your wrists to the bed as he leaned over you until his lips were ghosting over yours. he licked his lips and you knew he did that on purpose so you could feel his tongue slightly swipe against yours.

your heart was beating fast as his clean and fresh scent invaded your senses. he smirked at you, cat eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint. he could feel your pounding heartbeat and he hoped to the heavens that you couldn’t feel his own because he was just as excited and giddy about you as you are about him.

even after going through every year and life experience together, his heart and mind would never cease to be mesmerized by you. he knew you were endgame the moment you tripped over your own feet and fell to his chest in shoujo style. your friendship practically started from him teasing you about it, and soon enough you became best friends.

now he can finally call you his and you can call him yours. although in his mind he knew that he would forever be yours, even if you didn’t end up together, but that dejected thought vanished when the both of you crossed that bridge and finally came clean with your feelings for each other. he didn’t want to admit it, but every time he’d answer a chemistry homework, he’d smile like a fool and reminisce that fateful day in high school.

because of that chemistry homework, he could enjoy kissing you freely and shamelessly. he also now has the privilege to taste your pussy with his skilled tongue, and his favorite view in the whole world is probably watching your face twist in pleasure as you pull his hair, rocking your slick cunt on his face as you chase your orgasm. he especially loved it when you would beg him to stop but your hips would still move and your eyes would be pleading for him to go on until your pussy gets numb or until you squirt all over his face.

he wanted to fuck you badly, but he was just so patient and he loved torturing himself and you. he also wanted you to take the initiative, just like how he wanted you to confess first, and it wasn’t because he wanted to be chased (he kind of likes it though) but because you called the shots in the relationship. sure, he’s the one that makes you scream his name in pleasure but that’s because you want him to. he wants to hear it from your pretty lips, and he wants to hear you say that you want him to bury himself deep inside of you.

you two spent minutes looking at each other, studying each other’s features and with hearts beating to one rhythm until kuroo closed his eyes and leaned down to bridge the small gap between your lips.

your eyes fluttered shut, sighing into the warmth of his mouth as his tongue licked your lips. he tasted like strawberries and chocolate which made his kisses ten times sweeter. his fingers from your wrists went to your hands and weaved in between them. you kissed him with fervor until your clothes felt too hot on your heated skin.

he lifted his head, teeth nibbling your lower lip as he slowly pulled away. he stole another quick kiss before he rested his forehead on yours as he breathed deeply and smiled.

“i love kissing you, kitten. now do you want to tell me what’s on your mind?” he questioned you as he nuzzled his nose against yours, breathing in your scent deeply. you inhaled a big breath before bluntly telling him what you were thinking,. and truth be told, there was no other way that kuroo would accept your request because he’s a tease like that.

“i want you to fuck me, tetsurou.”

he froze, stopping himself from rubbing on you like a cat before he stretched his lips into a devilish grin and teased you.

“yeah? do you want me to fuck you right now?” he asked you, his honey eyes becoming sharper as he licked his lips. you nodded at him and he tutted at you, squeezing your fingers.

“use your words, kitten. i want to hear you say it,” he said in his deep and smoky voice.

“yes, tetsu. i want you to fuck me right now!” you whined as you lifted your hips to grind against his tenting pants. kuroo just smirked at you, grinding directly against your core making you moan.

“stop teasing me, tetsu. i need you,” you whimpered as you exposed your neck to him. he straddled your waist as he unlaced your fingers to remove his shirt from his lean body. you were just salivating at the sight before you, his abs flexing while he raised his thick arms.

you couldn’t stop yourself from tracing the lines of his abs with the tips of your fingers as he shuddered at your light touch, with his spine tingling at your soft caresses. he removed your hands and laced his own between them as he kissed you harder this time. you moaned at the onslaught of his mouth as your teeth and tongue clashed.

he pulled away from your lips and he made a path of kisses along your jaw down to the sensitive skin of your neck. you moaned as you rolled your hips when he sucked on the skin, leaving a purple bruise. he kissed it before he went to the other side of your neck to give it the same attention.

once he was satisfied with the marks he left on your neck, he let go of your hands and slowly lifted your shirt off your body with a certain reverence. his eyes sparkled as he traced your soft skin. he’s seen you naked countless times, but he’ll never get used to how beautiful and ethereal you look and he never fails to let you know either.

“you’re so beautiful, kitten. i will never get used to seeing you, my precious jewel,” he said softly, lips tracing every patch of skin that’s exposed to him. your heart soared and your face flushed at his praise. he looked at you like you were a goddess and him, the worshipper.

“no bra, kitten? were you planning this the whole time?” he raised a dark eyebrow, with eyes trained on your hardening nipples. he licked his lips and lowered his head to suck one into his watering mouth. you moaned at the sensation, as your fingers combed through his soft hair. he didn’t neglect the other one, pinching and rolling it between his long fingers. you pushed his head lower to your chest as the both of you rubbed on each other.

he was moaning into your breast, tongue swirling over the hardened peak as he sucked and licked. your panties were pooling with wetness, aroused by kuroo’s wet and hot mouth. you cried loudly when he simultaneously pinched and bit your nipples before lifting his head and staring at the swollen skin.

his hands slowly traveled down to your hips as your breathing increased in pace. he sure does love taking his sweet time, you grumbled in your head. you felt scrutinized by him, and it made you want to cover yourself up, but the way his hands were ghosting over your skin, touching you as if you were a delicate figurine, made you feel so desired underneath him.

he didn’t even seem to mind the growing bulge in his pants, as he was too focused and enamored by your figure. you used to feel uncomfortable at his silence during intimate moments like this, but you’ve come to realize that you always render him speechless every time you lay bare before him, and that made your ego huff in pride.

he removes your shorts and panties as his hands went lower. you lifted your hips to help him and he groaned at how the wet string from your pussy seemed to follow the path of your soon-to-be discarded bottoms.

due to your longing determination to tease him in return you raised your knees until your feet were flat on the bed and spread them until you felt your lower lips separate with a squelching sound. you softly moaned at the growing wetness in your pussy.

kuroo’s plump lips were parted as he let out a low groan while he stared at his favorite meal, tongue sliding out to wet his suddenly dry mouth as he rubbed your outer thighs.

“i’ve seen your cunt tons of times but it never fails to make me speechless, kitten. your pussy is as pretty as you, fuck,” he groaned as he reached out two slender fingers to slide along your weeping slit. you clenched at the sensation, letting out a low whimper when you saw kuroo lick his fingers and released them with a pop.

you moved to widen your legs more to give him space for his broad shoulders, but before even doing so he stopped you. you were about to question him until he shushed you with a finger to your lips.

“i want to try something new. figured if we’re going to finally fuck tonight, we might as well try a few more firsts, hm?” he teased you, honey eyes glinting with mischief which made your aching body shudder. the last time he said that, you ended up cumming so much that your legs wouldn’t stop shaking for five minutes.

you raised your eyebrow at him in question before he smirked at you. your breath hitched as he leaned down to your ear. “won’t you sit on my face, kitten? ride my tongue until all your juices cover my mouth and chin?” he whispered sensually, hot breath tickling your ear as he kissed it. you moaned softly as your ears burned from the barely-there kiss.

your body is brimming with sexual frustration, blood heating up at his request. for all the times he had his mouth on you, he never really asked to switch things up and you hadn’t either. you can’t deny that your pussy tingled from the idea of him offering to be under you like that.

“what do you say kitten? think you’re up for it?” he asked you again, lips grazing the side of your ear as his smoky voice left shivers in his wake. you moaned out a yes as he kissed you, slowly this time to savor the taste of your lips before he tastes your other set.

he pulled away and gently flipped both of your bodies until he was lying flat on his back with your naked cunt directly on top of his throbbing bulge, with breasts slightly swaying at the movement. you hissed at the heat emanating from there and couldn’t stop yourself from grinding on his clothed cock.

you both moaned at the stimulation, but he stopped your hips before you could cause any more friction. “not yet, kitten. i want to eat your pussy first,” he said as he let go of your hips to place his hands behind his head, the action causing his biceps to flex which made your pussy and mouth water even more. he let out a low laugh, clearly satisfied with your reaction.

“drag your pussy up to my chest, kitten. the only time i want you to lift yourself is when you’re positioned right over my face,” he ordered you, honey eyes turning to gold as he watched your breasts heave up and down, breath quickening.

you moaned at his lewd order, hands bracing on his chest to support your weight before you dragged your wet cunt all over his torso. the position of your arms made your tits bunch together and kuroo swore he started drooling. you started moving up his body and couldn’t stop the whimpers that came out of your mouth.

fuck, i could cum just by grinding on his abs alone, you thought. the way the ridges of his abs were dragging on your clit made you lightheaded. you definitely have to try grinding on his abs until you reach your orgasm sometime soon. “next time, kitten, but not now,” kuroo groaned as he felt your wetness trail over his torso, clearly knowing what you were thinking. he’d indulge you but that wasn’t his main focus as of right now.

you were gasping and whining when you reached the top of his chest, legs weak from the unprecedented stimulation on your clit. his arms were on his sides, ready to guide your thighs on either side of his face. you lifted yourself and hovered over his face, your face flushing from the new position.

you didn’t want to completely sit on his face for fear of him suffocating so you opted to hover instead and held onto the headboard for dear life. kuroo tutted in disapproval but he let it go because either way, he was going to do what he was good at and you’d end up dropping on his face, just like he wanted.

he stared at your dripping pussy while his thumbs rubbed small circles on your thighs. his hot breaths were fanning your clenching hole as you shuddered and moaned. you could feel the ache in your thighs starting to build up from being in a squatting position but you were determined not to crush his skull.

“i’ll have you sitting on my face, kitten. hold me to that,” he promised you, voice laced with determination. that was the last thing he said before he kissed your pussy and licked a long and wet stripe from your slit to your pulsing bud.

you cried out and instinctively raised your body from the new feeling but his arms didn’t allow you to. he trapped your body in that position as he sucked your aching clit into his wet mouth. you looked into his eyes as you squeezed the headboard, breasts swaying from your sudden jerks.

“oh my god, tetsu! that’s so good!” you moaned loudly as his tongue drew figure eights around your bud. you could feel your legs starting to shake as his tongue lapped up at your clit. you swore you could feel his mouth stretch out into a smirk at your shattering resolve.

kuroo was taking his time. he wanted to see the exact moment your legs would give out and sit on his face so he could get to work. you were just being your stubborn self and he wanted to see you succumb to the pleasure he was giving you.

“keep licking my clit just like that, oh my god, yes–!” you moaned loudly, voice cracking as kuroo’s talented tongue swirled around your clit again and again. “oh yes, fuck! fuck don’t stop, don’t stop!” you whined, the words jumbling together as your legs were near giving out. you were still fighting it and kuroo decided that he was done letting you have your fun and it was time that he got down to business.

you screamed as kuroo’s mouth left your clit and plunged his tongue right into your sopping cunt, effectively making your legs crash and sit on his face. he groaned in pleasure at feeling you all over him. he ate you out with fervor, his nose rubbing your clit. your hands fell from the headboard and gripped his hair so you could grind on his tongue in your cunt.

“tetsu, fuck that’s so hot. i could feel your tongue so deep in my pussy, yesyesyes,” you threw your head back as you moaned out the last word as you rode his face. the more you rode his mouth, the louder his groans became, the more pleasure shot straight to your clit. you removed your hands from his hair and fisted the pillow on top of his head to give you more balance to ride his face.

kuroo took this opportunity to raise his arms to play with your nipples. your moans increased in volume and pitch as he tweaked and rolled the nipples in his fingers. the wet sounds of his tongue fucking your clit were making your spine tingle and body shake.

you didn’t care that you were fucking his face because your orgasm was so close. he didn’t seem to mind either because his groans increased in volume the more you used his face as a fucktoy. you raised your trembling arms to your sides as you leaned back, blissed-out face facing the ceiling as you rolled your hips around his tongue.

“i’m g-gonna cum, tetsu! fuck yes, fuck yes, i’m gonna cum, right there–!” you screamed as he pinched both of your nipples, hips moving on their own accord as you prolong your climax. you were whimpering and mumbling out nonsense as your hips slowed down, trying to catch your breath from that strong orgasm.

kuroo gently lifted you off his mouth, strings of your cum stretching out from his lips, and raised himself to lean against the headboard. he settled you on his lap over his throbbing cock as he inhaled loudly and deeply, trying to suck in as much air as he could. his swollen lips and chin were drenched in your juices. he licked as much as he could off of his face and wiped the rest with the back of his hand.

“you liked that kitten?” he asked you with a tilt to his head, midnight hair mussed up from your fingers. you scowled at him, knowing damn well you liked what he did if he made you cum that hard, he just wanted the validation.

he laughed at your reaction as he wrapped his long arms around your slightly shaking body and squeezed you. he buried his nose in your neck and nuzzled it. he was humming while planting soft kisses on the skin, teeth nipping it here and there.

how can he act like this when his cock is pulsing underneath me?

you weren’t satiated, not in the least. you wanted his cock in you and you were going to make it happen, never mind the fact that he has a monster cock. you don’t care how it’s going to happen but he’s going to fit.

you raised yourself on your knees and started pulling the string to his pants so you could free his aching cock. kuroo stopped you and you whined at him, rosy lips forming into a pout.

“i want your cock, tetsu, please. i need it to fill my pussy,” you whined at him, eyes begging for him to just put it in you. you squeezed his shoulders as you rubbed yourself on his clothed cock, your slick leaving a wet stain on his crotch. his large cock was straining against his pants, a sign that he too was burning to get inside of you.

he squeezed your hip as he tutted at you. “you need to be thoroughly prepped, kitten. i want you to be dripping everywhere before you take my cock, okay?” he said softly, warm lips meeting yours as his large fingers trailed down to reach your cunt, spreading your folds as he teased your slit with his middle finger.

you moaned into his mouth as he reached your clit, finger drawing slow circles around the aching bud while the rest of his fingers played with the wet strings that were falling out from your previous orgasm.

you moaned even louder when he inserted two thick fingers into your hole, the entrance of them making a squelching sound as your juices coated his fingers. he pumped them in and out while never leaving your lips, both of your moans mixing.

you squealed when he curled them, hitting your g-spot. he did all of that while his other hand played with your clit. your moans were being swallowed by his mouth, his tongue entwined with yours as you felt your spit mix with his.

the kiss was as messy as your pussy down there with your juices drenching his fingers. you felt his arm move faster as he pumped his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt. you pulled away from his mouth to moan into his shoulder and he took this moment to whisper in your ear.

“yeah, you really like this, huh? look how much mess you’re making, kitten. think you can take my cock after this, hm?” he asked you, tongue snaking out to lick your earlobe, his fingers scissoring inside your walls.

“yes, tetsu! i-i can take your cock, oh fuck, that feels so good!” you cried out, teeth slightly biting his shoulder.

“then cum for me,” he growled, fingers curling in that come hither motion as he pinched your clit. you screamed out your orgasm again, tears brimming in your eyes as your body shook from your second climax. kuroo softly kissed your lips as you tried to come down from your high.

he took his fingers out and brought them in between your faces while he stared at them in fascination. your cum was hanging in strings from his fingers as he placed them in his mouth and groaned at the taste. you moaned weakly watching him genuinely enjoy your juices. you watched him maintain eye contact with you while he sucked and lapped at his fingers for a minute before you started tugging on his pants again.

“eager, are we?” he teased you. you narrowed your eyes at him because he was just as eager as you. his hands were fumbling around his waistband, hips lifting so you could pull them down his legs.

your mouth watered as his thick cock bounced against his stomach. pre-cum was leaking from its swollen tip, you watched it roll down along the veins of his shaft, stopping at his balls.

he gripped it with one hand and squeezed it, groaning at the stimulation. he was so fucking long and thick that the stretch was most likely going to be uncomfortable, but you didn’t care, you’ve been so needy for his dick that you don’t care about it impaling you.

you situated yourself until you were hovering over his cockhead, lightly rubbing it against your wet slit, making the both of you moan at the new sensation.

“tell me to stop when it hurts, okay kitten? i want you to be as comfortable as possible,” he said softly, thumb slightly grazing your lips as he looked you in the eye.

“yes, tetsu,” you pecked his lips before you balanced yourself with one hand on his shoulder and gripped his cock with the other and stroked it a few times. he was breathing heavily and his hands were gently squeezing your hips.

you guided his cock at your hole and moaned when his tip entered your clenching walls. you lowered yourself onto his cock, your walls sucking him in, inch by inch.

“breathe, baby. fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice straining at your heat engulfing him. you were going so slowly due to his size and also because you wanted to feel every ridge on his cock around your walls.

“you’re so big, tetsu. i could feel your cock everywhere,” you moaned long and hard, nails leaving crescent moons on his shoulders. he squeezed your hips in response, muscles tight with tension as he fought to pull you down on his lap.

you both cried out when you finally sheathed his entire cock in your pussy. the stretch felt uncomfortable but soon gave way to pleasure the more your cunt clenched and unclenched around him.

kuroo groaned at the feeling, his eyes silently begging you to move, or else he’d start jerking his hips and start drilling your pussy. you raised your trembling thighs off his lap, cunt dragging along his shaft until only his tip remained inside of you.

you mewled loudly as you dropped yourself on him, his cock making a squelching sound as he made contact with your wetness. “shit, kitten. you want my cock that much?” he moaned, lifting your hips again as he pulled you back down on his cock before he set up a rhythm. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he moved your body, moaning in his neck as the slapping of your skin on his ring in your ears.

“f-fuck t-tetsu! oh my god, your cock’s stretching my pussy–yes!” you bit your lip as you moaned from the pleasure. you raised your head to look at his face, his pink lips parted and breaths panting as he took control of your hips. your breasts were swaying with each thrust and you held on to them while kuroo groaned at your bouncing tits.

“i think about you fucking me all the time, tetsu,” you moaned breathily as you bounced up and down his cock, clit grinding against his pelvic bone. you rested your forehead on his shoulder with a loud moan as you felt every vein on his fat cock glide against your tight walls.

he threw his head back and moaned at your admission while he squeezed your hips. “yeah? tell me what you want me to do to your pussy,” he groaned, his hips thrusting up into your clenching hole. you cried, nails digging into his shoulders as his thick cock stretched you even further.

“i want you to wreck my pussy! cum in me so much that my pussy’s dripping in your cum!” you screamed as he thrust up into your cunt, cock hitting the entrance of your cervix.

“yeah? do you know how long i’ve wanted to fuck this pussy, kitten?” he growled as he flipped your bodies, with his thrusts increasing in speed now that he’s on top of you. he laced your fingers together as he delivered a hard thrust that had your pussy creaming even more around him.

“fuck, i can’t believe you’re taking all of me,” he moaned as he watched his cock disappear in your cunt. you moaned as your walls clenched even harder around him.

“your pretty little mouth can’t even fit my whole cock but your pussy is just sucking me in,” he groaned as he kissed you hard, tongue and teeth clashing against each other. his thrusts were so deep and fast that your tits were bouncing everywhere.

“f-faster t-tetsu! don’t stop please!” you begged him, legs wrapping around his waist as you closed the distance between your bodies, your hands squeezing his.

“i’m so close! oh my god yesyesyes i’m gonna cum–!” you screamed as the knot in your lower stomach uncoiled and you gushed all around him.

“your cunt is so good to me, kitten. fuck!” he moaned in your ear as he thrust one final time before his warm cum drenched your pussy. you were still moaning and whimpering when he stopped moving inside of you.

he raised his head and kissed your lips, this time with more passion. you couldn’t even move your lips with how tired you are so it was like kissing a statue, and he told you so.

“try getting fucked by a big fat cock and see if you can still move, dummy!” you breathed out. you laughed in each other’s lips, breaths mingling.

kuroo rolled over and laid down on his back, bringing you with him and laying your head down his heaving chest, where you could hear his racing heart. he smoothed out your sweaty hair and kissed the crown of your head as his thumb lazily stroked your hip. your heart was racing as fast as his while you traced small circles on his pecs. you kissed it softly and looked up at him and found that he was staring at you.

“i love you, kitten,” he said with a soft smile, honey eyes twinkling in the light of the room.

“i love you too, tetsurou,” you smiled back at him and reached up to peck his lips.

you laid your head down again and nuzzled it, eyes closing as your exhaustion finally caught up with you.

“hey, don’t fall asleep yet! i still have to clean you up!” kuroo exclaimed as he patted your cheek to keep you awake.

“ow! why did you pinch my nipple?!” kuroo pouted, whiny complaints falling from his mouth. you just laughed at him as you squeezed his cheeks in your hands.

he huffed and wrapped his arms around you, carrying you off the bed as he headed for the bathroom.

against your better judgement, round two commenced in the shower.

[7:07 PM]