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[wasurenagusaa]

Boyfriend’s Daddy - Toji

F!reader

Cheating!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, choking, oral(Toji receiving), slapping, dacryphilia, sadism, use of “daddy”, cheating Toji, you cheat on Megumi basically.

I am not responsible for people under 18 who read this. minors or ageless bloggers please dni!

You loved Megumi, you really did. But you always knew something was different, that you needed something more. You had always thought it was just the sex, he was never good at making things exciting due to his shyness. You understood that, but plain vanilla sex gets boring.

Then it was the poor aftercare, always falling asleep with his head in your neck. Never asking if you were okay and always waking up the next morning as if nothing happened the night before.

Next was his lack of emotion. You found it hard to read him despite being his girlfriend of two years. He’d always hide his emotions and you hated that, especially during really deep conversations. And it wasn’t that his lack of emotion meant lack of commitment, but sometimes that’s what it felt like.

You don’t know when you fell out of love with him, but you knew you hated yourself for it.

But now you were here, sitting next to Megumi while his mother and father sat on the other side of the dinner table. Megumi had his hand on your thigh like always, but it didn’t have that warm comfort anymore; It just made you uncomfortable.

“What are your plans tonight?” His mother asks, her voice sweet like honey while his father just held that scowl. There was something about his father that you liked, you just couldn’t quite place it though.

“Nothing really,” you reply with a soft smile, “probably sleep.” She gave a sullen smile, as if she knew how the love in your relationship has diminished.

“Your anniversary is coming up, anything planned? You both could use the beach house?” Megumi just huffed, shrugging his shoulders. “You know, we’re not getting any younger, a grandchild-“

“Stop! We’re not ready and never will be for that.” Your heart cracked a little at his words because you did want a child with Megumi, but it seemed he already made his mind up. You felt the shift in the air, taking Megumi’s hand off your thigh.

He was about to say something of your action, but his phone rang. He excused himself as you collected the plates to wash. “I can get those,” his mother protested.

“Let me,” you challenged, “please.” She didn’t protest, giving you a smile before she and her Husband settled on the couch. Their distant chatter and the sound of the sink is the only thing that helped muffle your thoughts. You felt a hand on your lower back as you felt Megumi’s breath fan your neck.

“Gojo…I won’t be home until tomorrow night. Love you,” he informed, kissing your temple. He took your face in his hand, planting his soft lips to yours. But those butterflies weren’t as strong as they used to be. “Talk when I get home?” You nodded, it seemed that’s all you did with him.

He then walked out, explaining his dismissal to his parents before leaving. You assumed it’s because Gojo came to pick him up like he always did. It was five minutes and you were halfway through the dishes before Toji came into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a small bottle of sake. You expected him to leave after that, but he leaned against the counter next to you. You watched him open the bottle and take a sip, as if contemplating what to say.

“I uh, ‘m sorry about my boy. Something’s up, clear as day.”

“You don’t have to apologize on the behalf of his relationship downfall,” you say almost barely a whisper. Toji’s lips purse shut, he wasn’t apologizing for his son. He was apologizing for you. He watched as a tear fell down your cheek, trying to hide it as you faced away from him.

“I don’t appreciate pretty girls crying over my stinkgumi son.” You let out a soft laugh, hands washing a dirty porcelain china plate. He offered you some of his drink, cleaning your hands off before accepting the bottle. You took a big chug, impressing Toji by a change in your “good girl” persona. “Didn’t know a good girl like you could drink like a man.”

You softly chuckled, crossing your arms as you looked up at him. “Seems like to me your more of a girl yourself with how mysterious you act,” you tease. He let out a soft chuckle, your heart catching in your throat at the sound. It was a beautiful laugh, one that made your stomach go crazy.

“You’re a strange one,” he thinks aloud, making you shrug as you go back to the dishes.

“Guess I’m strange and pretty,” you say, repeating his words. He tried to hide the smirk on his face, liking the way you think and act. He started to see what his son saw in you, and he liked you a lot better than he did before.

He left you alone after that, meeting his wife on the couch. Ten minutes go by before you realized Megumi took the car. You stood outside, staring at the empty parking spot in shock. Then you felt a presence behind you, Toji tossing his keys up and catching them. “I’ll drive ya,” he said, walking over to his sleek black Nissan Skyline. You gulped, following him to his car.

You sat in the passenger as he turned the car on, roaring the engine to life. It smelt like him inside, along with being surprisingly clean. A bass heavy Petey Pablo song started playing, a very sexual song that made your face heat up.

“Didn’t know a late forty year old man listened to this kind of music,” you teased. He chuckled, his thumbs tapping on the steering wheel.

“I’m thirty-seven, and I grew up on this shit,” he said through a chuckle before a smirk. Your placed your hands under your thighs, listening to the erotic lyrics. You only felt nervous because this was a song you had sex too, and it may not have been good sex but it still roused some of the familiar emotions. You felt a second heartbeat between your legs and your breaths grow shallow. You hated it, hated how Toji was only heightening your arousal. He wore a plain black tee and grey sweats, exposing his defined and veiny arms.

It was a very painful ten minutes to your home, and a little awkward. There was tension, and it was painfully obvious what kind. “Look kid, I know exactly what your thinkin’, and it’s wrong,” Toji calls you out, making your face burn and body to curl in on itself. You nodded as you bit your bottom lip. You then stepped out of the car, not bothering to say goodbye with how embarrassed you were. Of course it was wrong to get turned on from your boyfriend’s father; but it had been almost a year since you were fucked and missed the rough sex. Now? All Megumi wants is soft sex.

You closed the front door behind you, leaning against it as you let out a pent up breath. You were aroused more than you ever were with Megumi, and you felt embarrassed. You spent a good two minutes self loathing, thighs pressed as you tried to get Toji out of your mind.

You heard a knock on the door behind you, a little surprised because it was close to midnight. When you opened, you were met with a six foot three figure looking down on you. The next moments happened in a flash, his hands on your waist as he pushes you into the house, his lips on yours in a flash. His lips were rough, and you loved it.

He shut the door behind him with his foot, slamming you against the wall next to the front door in the foyer. You let out a yelp, his lips devouring yours as his hands moved to your ass. “This dress has been driving me fucking nuts, and since Stinkgumi didn’t fuck you in it yet then I will.” You moaned at his words, his lips moving down to devour your neck and jaw next. You let your hands move on their own, on his chest and palming him through his pants. You knew he was tall and muscular, but you didn’t think that would make his dick that big. Not even fitting in your small hand.

You felt his hips move with your hand, his own hand rubbing your pussy from behind. You moaned as he slipped your g-string to the side, one you wore for Megumi. You gasped as he slipped a thick finger inside your pussy, teeth biting your lip. “Fuck Toji!” You moaned, his finger curling inside you. You felt like your skin was on fire, your pussy clenching against his finger. He added another finger, your body hitching against his body.

You slid your hand inside his sweatpants, fisting his thick and twitching cock. He grunted at the action, hips bucking up into your hand. “This is so wrong,” he whispered in your ear, “but I bet you like that; fucking your boyfriend’s daddy.” When you didn’t reply, he brought a free hand up to your face, slapping it hard. His wife didn’t like his sadist pleasures, but the sultry smile on your face said you loved it. He slapped you again, your pussy fluttering around his fingers as they thrusted into you.

He then slipped his fingers out, forcing them into your mouth. Your tongue lapped at his fingers, eyes never breaking from his green ones. A smirk adorned his scarred lips, watching you take his fingers. “Why don’t you suck my dick just as good?” He asked, taking his fingers out your mouth and slapping your face again. The side of your cheek was red and stinging, but you loved it.

You lowered yourself to your knees, eyes never breaking from his as you let him take your dress off as you lowered. You were now in nothing but your red g-string, hands slipping off his sweats to reveal his thick and long cock. You licked a line down his slit dripping with precum, relishing in his defined chest and black line of hair from his stomach down to his pubic bone. He looked like a sculpture from the gods, knowing this as a shit eating grin forms on his face. “Suck,” he commands.

You take him in your mouth, his cock filling your mouth completely. He had a hand reach down to the back of your head, fisting your hair as he helps you suck him off right. He knew he was big, his wife refusing to even try to suck him off because of it. Five years it’s been since he last got sucked off, and he didn’t realize how much he missed the sight. As if he could cum on the spot.

You sucked and licked his cock, getting it glistening with your spit. He loved it, along with the mascara that was forming around your eyes from tears. The sight was one his son clearly didn’t take advantage of if you were so unsatisfied. Toji’s head fell back as he bucked his hips up into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

With each thrust of his hips made you gag on his cock, tears falling down the apples of your cheeks. But you loved how he used your mouth how he liked, your pussy missing his fingers with how much you wanted him to use your pussy like that instead.

He let out a deep groan before pulling you up by your hair, pushing your lips to his. His tongue dived into your mouth, exploring every part of you. He pulled away, leaving you breathless as you stared at him with glassy eyes.

“Go get a condom,” he says, but you just smile.

“I haven’t had sex in two months, you think we have condoms?” His eyes subtly widened at your words, there was no way it was that long for you.

“So you want me to fuck you raw? You dirty girl,” he purred. You just smiled with lidded eyes and a sultry smile, leading him to the couch just in the other room. He pushed you over the armrest, your ass on full display for him. He took his shirt off as his hand caressed the plush skin before him.

He loved the nice piece of ass you offered, not even caring it was already claimed by his son. If Toji wants something, his son isn’t going to stop him from getting it. His old girlfriends’ used to be scared of Toji, but you were the first one to poke the bear without fear. He liked that about you. He liked it a lot.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you want,” he affirmed, wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling you up so he could see your face-his other hand aligning his tip to your wet pussy.

“I want you to fuck me,” you moan out, hands holding your tits as you try to meet your hips with his. He just darkly chuckles, bringing his mouth to your ear.

“And my name is? I won’t give you what you want until you use the proper name for me.” He wanted to hear you call him daddy, wanted to see the redness form on your face as your needy cunt begged him to slam his dick inside.

“D-daddy- please give it to me rough daddy,” you cry out, gasping when he slammed his hips against yours. His cock plunged so deep that your legs almost gave out, your thighs shaking as your moans grew to quiet whimpers. It hurt, yet all you wanted was more. He began slow, watching your face contort from feeling full with pain, to feeling full with pleasure. He was eliciting noises from you that you didn’t know you could make, and it was pretty obvious. Toji just couldn’t believe his son didn’t know how pretty his girlfriend sang when she got what she wanted. No- what she needed.

His thrusts grew more pronounced and fast, your tits and ass bouncing with each thrust. You wanted more, wanted him to treat you like the cheating whore you were. And he was willing to treat just as such. His hand wrapped around your neck as he helped position one knee on the armrest to get a deeper angle. And with each moan, his hand squeezed your throat tight. He loved the sound of you choking, along with the flutter of your pussy when you did.

You were too much for him, giving him everything he ever wanted with sex. You were such a bratty girl with witty remarks, a girl who wasn’t afraid to back down. The girl of his dreams.

He pulled out of you, flipping you around so you sat on the armrest, legs wrapped around his waist as his hands gripped your ass. “You want to finish? Tell me what do I get from this exchange?”

You just moaned out as you offered your pussy to him. Yet, that wasn’t enough. Toji wasn’t one to want women, even shocking himself that he was married with a lovely step-daughter who he treated like his own. But he wanted your everything.

“Just your pussy isn’t enough,” he grunted, hair in his emerald eyes as he stared you down.

“Everything!” You blurted, completely drunk on lust and him. “You can have my everything. How you want it daddy.” Your answer pleased him, thrusting his cock back into you with inhumane force. The house filled with your moans and his grunts, the both of you nearing the end.

You came first, his mouth swallowing every cry as you came around him. He followed soon after, grunting and groaning as he came inside you. But the one noise he made shocked you, and it was a whimper. It was a noise you knew he didn’t make often from the subtle pink adorning his cheeks.

When he pulled out you pushed him onto the couch, straddling his hips. “I wanna hear you make that noise again daddy,” you pouted, teasing his tip with your finger.

“You’re gonna keep me up all night, aren’t ya?”

[wasurenagusaa]

The Strongest

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Getou - 18+

Words: 3419

Warnings: language, passionate sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem! & m! receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation (tiny bit), threesome, satosugu , orgasm delay, nipple play, established relationship

Summary: Your engagement to the heir to the Gojo clan has been arranged since you were young. Yet you can't help but realize that Satoru himself does not seem to care, neither about duty nor about you. In your sorrow, you slept with his old, now criminal, friend Suguru Getou. That finally got Gojo to admit his love for you. But now that Getou had a taste of happiness he simply cannot let go. This is the smut part.

Colour: Hot & rough (Guess who's rougher)

His love series - part 4

Author's note: I'm guessing this is what y'all been waiting for. Also apologies to the people who made the gifs.

"Hello?", you cried at the empty house. You looked door by door in the Gojo's family estate to find nothing but silence. As you arrived at the master quarters you felt the slight vibrations of sorcery trigger your body. You turned, spell in hand, only to stop inches before striking your fiance in the face; perhaps you should not have stopped yourself, you thought, given how he snuck up to you.

Satoru smiled. He clasped your hand in his and planted a kiss on your palm before pulling you against him. "I heard my girl got promoted to special grade today", he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Yeah, they just told me", you chuckled as he showered you with kisses up and down your neck.

"I don't know about grade, but you were always special to me", he whispered in your ear.

His hands roamed down your torso as he used his body to push yours on the wall. He hiked your leg over his hip, pushing his knee on your clothed core. His other hand unbuttoned the top of your uniform, his lips leaving a trail of red blossoms as they travelled further down your chest.

"You know", he said, "I'm starting to feel threatened by you my love"

You chuckled. He was not being serious, you knew that, and yet when you looked into his crystal blue eyes you could not help but doubt your own reason. A shadow fell over you. You looked to your right and was met with Suguru's large frame, leaning over the wall next to you with one arm resting over your head. You shook Satoru off, trying to cover up as you laughed in embarrassment, but the sorcerer held you in his arms. You only managed to twirl around in Satoru's embrace, him pulling your back flush against his chest, placing more kisses on your exposed neck and shoulder.

"Suguru", you laughed nervously, "I'm really sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him"

Suguru raised one of his eyebrows. "Don't you?", he said suggestively.

"We had a disagreement", Satoru rested his chin on your shoulder, "See, Suguru here believes you deserve a reward for your new position. I on the other hand cannot help but be overcome with a need to fuck you until you can't stay awake anymore"

Your breath caught. "So-"

"So we decided to do both", Suguru leaned over you. He glided his thumb over your skin, from the tip of your chin down your neck and collarbone until it dug under your bra, pulling it -and you- forward. "If you'll have us", he said. He kneeled down in front of you, pulling your right leg over his shoulder. He kissed your thigh over your black tights, his lips dangerously close to the trim of your skirt.

"Of course she will, she's been craving this since the day you moved in with us", Satoru unbuttoned your top all the way down. His hands dove under your bra to cup your breasts. He pulled you flush against his chest, close enough for you to feel everything he felt for you. His teeth nibbled on your ear. "You're so greedy", he groaned in your ear, "I love it".

You threw your head back when Suguru's thumb pressed over your clothed entrance. "She needs to somehow compensate for your small-OW", Satoru kicked Suguru's leg.

"What do you think my love?", he made sure you knew Suguru was lying.

You chuckled. He was just asking for it.

"Suguru's bigger", you smiled at him.

"OH IS HE?", Satoru chuckled as he picked you up. You yelped and laughed when he threw you over his shoulder, carrying you off to the bedroom. Suguru shook his shoulders. You had brought it on yourself.

Satoru let you down lightly on the bed, immediately climbing on top of you. His hands cupped your face, his legs caging your body. His lips captured yours in a deep kiss that seemed to last an infinity. "Wanna put it to the test while I eat you out?", he growled as he nibbled on your lower lip.

Suguru peeled him off of you. "You're going to let her sit on your face", he said, his hand on Satoru's throat.

"And why would I do that?"

"Cause I wanna see it", Suguru kissed Satoru before pulling him away and forcing him onto the bed. He gave you his hand and pulled you against him, taking your lips in his own. "I'll make sure he behaves", he gently lifted your chin before turning his gaze to your fiance. "Won't you Satoru?", he cried.

Satoru clicked his tongue in response. He sat on his knees, his hands tracing the curve of your waist until they wrapped around your torso, pulling you once more against him. His hand reached from behind to lift your chin and let you face him. His lips hovered over yours, close enough to feel his breath yet too far to reach. "Do it", he said with a smirk, "See what happens".

Before you could respond he let his body fall back on the mattress, crocking his finger at you. You hesitantly moved your hips toward him before his hands pulled you over his face. A yelp escaped you as he tore your tights at the crotch to reach the wetness of your panties. He pulled their soft fabric to the side, his tongue reaching to trace the lips of your folds.

Suguru's hand cupped your cheek. He drank your next moan and all the rest in a fervent kiss. Your lack of attention turned Satoru livid; he plunged his finger inside your core, scraping and curling at all the spots he alone knew would have your knees trembling. He lapped at your juices like a starved man as he pinched your bud. Soon, you could not concentrate on Suguru anymore, your body falling forward as you panted over Satoru's abs.

"Sat...or...sator...", you tried saying his name, but your breaths were too erratic to let you form words.

Getou's crooked finger hooked underneath your chin. "Is he doing a good job princess?", he whispered, placing a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose, "Shall we make him feel good too?"

Suguru palmed Satoru over the trousers. The latter groaned as his length grew harder, his voice vibrating against your folds. You bit back a moan.

"Let him hear you, baby", Suguru breathed as he sucked on the skin of your neck. He held your left breast in one hand and freed Satoru's length with the other. His thumb brushed over the tip.

Satoru breathed hard, but he did not want to stop; he would not let Suguru distract him from proving his point. He adjusted you on top of his, spreading your folds with his thumbs before plunging his tongue inside. You could feel him smirk as he pulled moan after moan from your body. Suguru wrapped his arms around you, his lips attacking your nipple until he scattered all logic from your mind. Satoru continued pumping two of his long fingers inside your core and pretty soon you were unravelling on his plump lips.

Your body bent in half, chest heaving as you rested your head on his hips. You felt Satoru's lips kiss your inner thigh and you shot up from the bed, fearful of crashing him. He reached out for your waist as you turned to check on him and pulled you back on the bed. He crashed his lips onto yours.

"Look at the mess you made", his thumb brushed over his lower lip, gathering some of your essence that dripped from its rim. He made a show of licking his thumb, his face only inches away from yours.

"Is our girl feeling nice?", Suguru gathered your hair away from your shoulder, revealing a patch large enough to kiss.

"Yes", you breathed.

Suguru leaned over your ear, his fingers tracing the front of your torso. "Will you let me taste you next?", he whispered.

Satoru pulled you away. He kissed you as he lifted you up, his length teasing your core. "No way", he said against your lips, "We're not done here"

"Satoru", you combed his silver hair before taking his face in your hands. You gave him a sweet kiss before pushing him down on the mattress.

You continued kissing him as you pulled open his uniform, all the way down to the waist of his trousers. His length was still hard and painful. You planted a kiss on the side before giving it a couple of pumps. Satoru trembled a bit. You moved your kisses until you reached its tip. You gave a knowing look at Suguru. He smiled before he plunged two of his digits into your core, his lips kissing all around your entrance.

You turned back to Satoru. "I want you to feel good too", you took his length between your lips.

Satoru tensed. He threw his head back as you hollowed your cheeks. "God, y/n", he covered his bright blue eyes with his hand. His hips chased your lips every time you pulled away.

Suguru scissored his fingers inside you, stretching you enough for his tongue to snake inside your folds. You moaned against Satoru's length, causing him to toss his trembling hand on your hair. Gojo did not hold any sound back; he made sure you knew exactly how you made him feel, either by vocalizing his lust or pulling you closer over his member.

You felt Getou's silent chuckle as it broke on your skin. He picked himself up, his hands still pleasuring you, and began planting kisses on your spine. Your back arched as his teeth scrapped along the bone-line. You let go of Gojo, your head dropping down to pant Suguru's name.

"Don't distract her Suguru or I'll put it in your ass instead"

Geto's sweet laughter rang in your ears. You moved your hand up and down Satoru's length. "I'm fine", you kissed him on the side.

"Oh are you", you jolted as you felt Suguru's length press on your entrance, "Now that just won't do". He traced your lower lips with the tip of his length, never breaking in, until he had you shuddering. "I want you ecstatic", he said, "I want your mind washed blank from pleasure"

"Suguru", you whined, "Please"

"Please what, princess?"

"Ple-ah"

He slowly plunged his length inside you. He let it drag over your walls as he pulled out only to thrust further in. It took him a couple of times doing that before you had fully enveloped him and he set up a pace that had your toes curling.

Your mind tried concentrating on working Satoru's length, but Suguru felt too good inside you to form coherent thoughts. A hand cupped your cheek; Satoru sat up to peer into your eyes. The light in his bright blue trembled with need.

"You're so beautiful", he breathed as he pulled you in for a deep kiss.. "God", he groaned as he bit your lip, "I could look at that face every day"

You arms wrapped around Satoru's body as Suguru picked up his pace. Your ear was pressing against his heart, its beats louder than anything you had ever heard. Gojo ran his hand over your back, soothing his friend's hard thrusts. Between half-lidded eyes, you noticed Satoru's pain and remembered what you had been doing. You bent down and took him back between your lips, eliciting a groan.

"GAh...you better make our girl come Suguru", he said, his head falling back, "Fuck, y/n!"

"If you keep squeezing me like that princess I'm not gonna last", he said but picked up the pace.

His grip was gentle as he held you, trying his best not to bruise your delicate thighs, yet he moved his hips in a feverish rhythm that escalated in tune with your voice. He lifted your hips a little, the new angle hitting your G-spot. Your shriek was muffled as you gagged on Gojo's length. Geto reached down to press circles on your bud, his hand moving fast.

"Suguru!", you cried before Satoru pulled you back on his length.

Gojo's hand held your head, his fingers softly twirling your curls as he moved his hips. His face twisted in pleasure at every moan you let out on his length. You could not remember the moment Getou broke the knot that he had tied in your core, but you could certainly tell when Satoru was thrown into a world of ecstasy. His hand grabbed you tighter as he panted your name, your mouth filling with the product of his love. He pulled you up, still breathing hard, his thumb tracing your dripping chin. His lips conquered yours and he tasted himself in your kiss.

"Oh Suguru look at the view you're missing"

Satoru slightly turned your head. To the already desperate Suguru that was enough to send him over the edge. He stilled inside you, his hands holding your hips flush against his. You felt the warmth of his essence fill his condom as he pulsated within your walls. His warm breath exploded on the skin of your back, his loving lips planting kisses on your tailbone.

"Think you can take me too, my love?", Satoru pulled you off Suguru.

"Give her a moment prick"

"I will", Satoru kissed your forehead as he softly laid you on your back. He opened your legs and sat between them, his fingers tracing your fluttering folds. He observed your expressions change as he filled your thigh with hickeys. "That was weak, Suguru", he smirked, his thumb pressing on your clit, "There's barely anything here"

"Oh really?", he tossed a condom at his friend.

"Yeah", Gojo gave you light kisses as his hardness pressed on your entrance until it snaked inside. He observed your face as he moved all the way in. Your hands wrapped around his torso, your legs straddled his waist from below. "Y/n, look at me"

You turned to look inside the blue depths of Satoru's eyes. He touched his forehead to yours, his length slowly thrusting inside you.

"Look at me", he said again, breathing against your lips, "Look into these eyes that want you"

His kiss was desperate, his pace phenomenal. Your ears filled with Suguru's "fuck"'s and moans. His head thrown back on a chair, his hand on his length and his eyes fixed on your form, he breathed hard and called your names as pumped himself in tune with Satoru's thrusts.

"Ah, you're squeezing me", Satoru said against your neck, "If you make me come too early it'll be over for you". He stilled his hips, his fingers digging in the skin of your thighs to keep you in place. "Just like that", he said. He had not come. His eyes were blazing with last, his cheeks hot and red. Yet his hands would not let you, or himself, move.

"Satoru...", you struggled

He leaned close, trailing kisses on your collarbone. "That's it, say my name again", his thumb caressed your cheek.

"Satoru..."

"Say that you love me", his hand wrapped around your neck, "Promise you'll never leave my sight"

"I won't. I love you S .."

He pumped his hips once. "These eyes can't survive without you gazing at them", he said as he nipped on your chest. You heard a chair move.

"You're too rough", Suguru shoved Satoru away.

"You're too nice", Satoru continued nipping at your breasts with his hand around your throat.

"Satoru....move", you tried to wiggle your hips towards him but to no avail.

"Don't worry, princess, he will", Suguru stood behind Satoru and pulled him back by the shoulder. He planted a love bite on his neck at which Satoru groaned. Suguru pulled your leg around Satoru's waist, his clothed hardness rubbing against his back.

Satoru pulled your hands over your head. He breathed hard as Suguru entered him. You trembled as he twitched inside you. And every thrust of Suguru, Satoru had no choice but to move inside you. Your hands grasped at the silver locks of your fiance.

"Fuck Suguru", Satoru groaned, "Let me make my point, I'll do you later"

Suguru pulled him up. "Be nicer", he gave him a kiss.

Satoru frowned. He took a look at your heaving form before pushing Suguru back. He leaned closer again, planting sweet kisses on your face. "I don't know if you mean it when you say you love me but I don't give a shit anymore", he whispered, "I love you. And I can't live without you". He picked up a steady pace. "Don't you see Suguru?", his thrusts grew hard and precise, marking his every word, "She's a special grade now. And you want me to be happy? She'll take more difficult and dangerous missions. I already worry about you, now I have to worry about her too?"

"I'm...I'm not made...of glass", you struggled to put together as Satoru's length kissed your G-spot.

"I know. I don't care. Shit happens", Satoru cupped your warm cheek, "I want you. I want us, all of us, to be like this forever. Don't you?"

"Satoru"

"Open your eyes, baby"

You had not realised you had closed them. Satoru's face was peering over you, close enough to touch. "Promise me you'll put yourself first", he panted, "Fuck the world"

"For once we agree", Suguru came up behind you, planting a kiss on your swetened forehead.

"Promise me you'll be selfish", he kept your legs in place around him as he pounded inside you, "Promise you'll come back every time"

"You wouldn'-"

He stopped thrusting, keeping his length inside you as he circled his hips. "I need two words from you baby", he leaned closer, "Two words and I'll have you creaming on my cock"

"Suguru"

"No princess he's right", he kissed your hands, "I need to hear it too"

"I- I promise"

"Good", Satoru captured your lips again. He drunk in your shriek as he resumed his thrusts, his hips slapping hard against yours. "I need you", he said, "If you stray from your word I'll just fuck you so hard before every mission that you won't be able to walk there"

"Satoru"

He groaned as you squeezed him. "And if you ever die on me I ll find you in the next life and fuck you stupid"

"SATORU!", your orgasm hit you hard, your form shaking underneath Satoru's body. He kissed your neck as your arms searched for his to hold. "Fuck Satoru", tears fell from your eyes as you tried to calm your trembling body down.

He showered your nose with kisses. "I'd say that was the best I've done my love"

"More than...oh my God'

He bit your lip. "Remember your promise", he whispered, "I'm being serious"

"Either let me finish or come suck me off", Suguru nudged Satoru.

You weakly sat on your elbows. "I'm sorry Suguru I-"

Satoru's lips stopped the rest of your sentence from spilling. "No you don't go kneel to that bastard", he said. "These lips are mine alone", he traced his thumb over your mouth before doing the same to your entrance, "It already hurts me sharing these".

"You're both mine", you pulled him close by the nape, "Not the other way around"

"Fuck yes we are, you vixen", he bit your lip before pulling away to face Suguru, who had returned to spreading his body on the bed, back on the frame. Gojo leaned down to take Suguru in his mouth. "You're enjoying this too much", he told Getou, "You're next on my list you know"

"Oh you have no idea-ah", he breathed out a sigh of pleasure when Gojo ran his tongue down his length.

You lay on the bed, too weak to stand. Yet you could not help but rub your legs together at the sight of your mens' faces as they fell apart. A hand crept its way between your thighs. You startled. You looked to the side and saw Satoru winking at you, his fingers pressing on your entrance before your legs allowed him inside. You flipped on your back so he could pleasure you with ease.

"God, y/n", Suguru groaned, "I'm never gonna get rid of this ha-"

"Shut up", you moaned as Satoru sped up his thrusts. You ran your hands over your breasts, your hips riding his hand. The night was only just beginning.

[wasurenagusaa]

Stay

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Getou

Words: 3527

Warnings: lots of angsty content, bit of rubbing/grinding, just some kissing, language

Summary: Your engagement to the heir to the Gojo clan has been arranged since you were young. Yet you can't help but realize that Satoru himself does not seem to care, neither about duty nor about you. In your sorrow, you slept with his old, now criminal, friend Suguru Getou. That finally got Gojo to admit his love for you. But now that Getou had a taste of happiness he simply cannot let go.

Colour: Angsty with a lot of fluff

His love series - part 3

Author's note: he-hey, part 3! I don't know who reads my stupid shit but thank you, love you! Also i TRIED with this, let me know what you think.

"Getou-san", Mimiko said as she brushed Suguru's hair, "Who are these people?"

She was pointing at the polaroid Suguru held in his hand. It was from his last summer in jujutsu high school. He brushed his thumb over the fake smile he wore in the photo, "They're my friends", he said, "The only ones I ever had".

"But that is Satoru Gojo, isn't it?", Nanako interrupted, "Isn't he our enemy?"

Suguru shook his head. "We just had a fight, long ago", he said, "A fight so big that we haven't spoken ever since. But I still wish only for his happiness"

"And who is the girl?", Mimiko said again, "She's so pretty!"

Getou could not restrain his smile. "Yes", his eyes filled with love, "Yes she is". He brought the photograph closer closer. "Her name is y/n", he continued, "And she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen"

"She's not that pretty", Nanako pouted. Getou ruffled her hair as he laughed.

He continued staring at the photograph as if his gaze could somehow bring back the moment that was imprinted on the small piece of paper. After a while, Mimiko handed over a mirror to him. He smiled at the little braids she had woven with his black hair, and the little pink bow which adorned his top knot.

"My, you've done a wonderful job", he said, a comment which Mimiko was more than happy to hear.

As the day progressed and night approached, Suguru's soul became more and more unsettled. The girls had awoken those memories in him again, those memories that he had tried with all his might to forget.

He got off his bed, lazily tying his robe. He scrambled the papers on his desk as he looked for something to do. His eyes finally fell onto the report of a very popular department store. Something had reportedly drawn a special grade to it the day before, it was not unlikely that it was born on the spot by consuming a special grade cursed object like, for example, one of Sukuna's fingers.

He needed to have it in his possession. It would make him all the more stronger. And to do that he had to get to it before jujutsu sorcerers could.

He took off for Ginza in the middle of the light-infested night. He gazed at his dark reflection in the store windows; he had not bothered to put the rest of his outfit together, and now he walked wearing just his sandals and high-waisted robes. He entered the Western-style gallery of the department store. He kept his hands in combat mode, ready to strike. He was a special grade sorcerer, but he was facing an uncatalogued special grade spirit, of unknown power.

As he turned at another corner the sky above him darkened. He looked through the glass roof; the blue and pink afterglow of Tokyo's lights had disappeared, and the blackness of the veil covered every corner of the store. Sorcerers, Getou immediately knew. He had to find the spirit, and consume it.

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"You said we were going on a date, Satoru", your eyes scolded your fiancé, "Not another mission"

"We are, love", he pulled you closer by the waist, "We're going to have dinner in Shibuya. We just need to take care of this, first"

"Fine but you're paying for the dinner", you scoffed.

"Was that the point of the conversation?", he asked.

You lightly clasped his jaw and turned him to face you. "They're paying you for this anyway, aren't they?", you raised an eyebrow at him.

He marched ahead to cut your path and leaned closer to match your height. "They're paying us, love", he smirked, "I need my support".

"Aha", you laughed as he wrapped his hands around you, showering you with kisses on every bare patch of skin he could find...or easily expose. "Pay attention", you smiled as you pushed him away, "it could be anywhere".

"It's not even a regular special grade", Satoru rolled his eyes, their faint glint barely visible under his blindfold, "It's probably just some weakling playing with powers it doesn't understand"

You escaped his embrace. You laughed as you galloped ahead. "Then you wouldn't mind if I beat you to exorcising it!", you smiled at him, "I might even collect the entirety of the reward for myself"

"Hey now!", he transported himself next to you, "It's still a special grade"

"I know, I will, I'm joking", you kissed his beautiful plumb lips, "I know how to analyze the situation. I just want you to be a bit more careful as well"

He kissed you again, his hand holding your nape. "I love it when you worry about me", he murmured against your lips.

"I always do"

He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead before he reluctantly waved you goodbye and took the turn for the east side of the mall. You took a left to the west, senses in alert.

A noise tickled your ear and then your surroundings changed. What used to be a hallway lined with shops now was a topsy turvy landscape of a city. 'Domain expansion?', you thought, 'No it's incomplete'. But there was no doubt that the cursed spirit was there.

A hand wrapped around your waist, another covered your mouth. You were pulled into a man's embrace, barhing in the shadows of an alley. You looked up. Your eyes grew wide. He removed his hand from your mouth and brought a finger to his lips, motioning you to keep silent.

"Suguru?", you whispered.

He gave you a soft smile. His eyes darted towards an upside-down building nearby. There it was; the special grade. It was examining what you surmised was one of Getou's weaker spirits from his collection.

He pulled your body flush against his. Before you could do anything else he extended his arm toward the special grade. The dangerous spirit slowly dissolved into thin air, its particles flowing to Getou's hand. They swirled into a hurricane above his palm until they concentrated into a small orb, the color of a Tiger's Eye gemstone. You stood once again amid the shopping gallery.

"No don't!", you cried as Suguru swallowed the special grade but you were too late; it was now his.

"Oh fuck", he coughed, "ugh, it only gets worse with time".

Your heart clenched. Your arms reached to help him but he pushed you away.

Silence governed the air between you. Getou leaned at the alley wall behind him as you gazed at his throat, where the curse had just disappeared. It was cruel how little he had changed in appearance over the years compared to how different his ideals had become. There was such a thin line between memory and illusion that it was so easy to get them mixed up, and see Getou for the man he was and not the things he had done ever since.

"Are you...okay?", he finally asked, "You look well"

The last time he had seen you your eyes were puffy and weighed by dark circles after crying for hours over Satoru. But ever since you heeded Suguru's advice and talked to him, things had improved; no, things were almost perfect.

"I am. I am well", you nodded, "I spoke to Satoru"

Suguru smiled. "Is that so?", his eyes were kindly hiding a mixture of happiness and sorrow, "Did he finally stop screwing around?"

"Well...he is Satoru", you laughed, "But...I don't feel alone anymore"

"That's good", his lip trembled but it was clear that he genuinely tried to appear happy.

Your awkwardness halted the conversation once more. What does one even say in situations such as this? You both tried to call each other's names; you laughed as your voices overlapped. You gestured Suguru to speak first. He pushed at the wall and walked closer to take your hands in his. He brushed his thumb over your knuckles, carefully tracing the small hills and valleys of your hand. You were not smiling anymore.

"Suguru come back", you said without thinking as he kissed your hand, "Come back home, to Jujutsu High"

He chuckled. "Wouldn't that be a laugh?", he said, "I'd be executed on the spot"

"Is that the only reason you won't come back?"

"Y/n..."

"Talk to Satoru"

"No", he shook his head.

"Satoru!", you cried.

Suguru's eyes shot open. You wrapped your arms around him as he tried to leave. You put on all your weight into keeping his massive body in place but he still managed to drag you.

"Let go", he said frantically.

"No. Satoru!"

"He can't see me here", he placed his hands on your shoulders, "You should both just go and be happy"

"Not when you're like this. SATORU!", you tripped him as he tried to peel you away.

He fell on his back, you on top of him. He blushed as your body rubbed over him. You heaved as you gazed down at his shocked expression. He studied your distressed face. He brought his palm to cup your cheek, wiping a single tear before it left your eye.

"I don't understand", he muttered.

"Y/N!", you heard Satoru's voice echo in the empty department store. A moment later he appeared next to you, his blindfold around his neck. He pulled you in his arms, his shocked blue eyes fixed on Suguru. "You okay?", he cupped your warm cheek when he finally turned back to you.

Getou lifted his body, putting his weight on his elbows. He fixed his dishevelled robes and hair before he stood to face his old friend. "You look like shit", he finally told Satoru.

Gojo scoffed. "You're the one to talk", he tightened his grip around you, "What are you doing here?"

"Let's just say I'm not getting paid this week", you joked.

"What?"

"I came for the special grade", Suguru dusted his clothes before directing his gaze at you, "But then someone would not let me leave".

Satoru looked at you. You diverted your eyes. "I can't bloody well let you get yourself killed"

"I'm doing this for our people!", Getou cried.

"If you think what you're doing is right then why did you leave in the first place?"

Suguru caught his breath. His teeth clenched and so did his fists. His eyes focused on the ground below his feet, too frightened of the truth to meet yours. "I'm trying to build a world where your smiles will be safe"

"That is not gonna happen like this", you yelled at him, "Curses won't disappear if humans do and as long as there are any I will hunt them because I BLOODY FEEL LIKE IT! So instead of acting like a delusional fascist with a hero complex who thinks murdering a bunch of innocent people to erase the actual assholes in this world, who by the way are not all human, how about you come the fuck back home and be HAPPY?"

Suguru let out a pained chuckle. "I can't. I can't wear a heartfelt smile around you anymore", he said, "And besides, I wouldn't even live long enough to try"

"Who's to say that?", Satoru pulled at your waist as you took a step forward.

Getou opened his mouth to speak. "Satoru..."

"Don't", Satoru shook his head. He breathed hard. He kissed your forehead, his fingers entwining with your hair. He let go of you and approached Suguru, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "You're a special-grade sorcerer of a whole different level. I'm pretty sure the only person they can employ to execute you is me"

"Satoru..."

"I won't do it", he said firmly, "Not unless you force me to". Satoru looked back at you before returning his gaze to Getou. "See I never placed much value in money", he began, "But there are other things I care about. My home. My students. My friends. My future with the woman I love. The man I used to call my best friend, who taught me how to care about all of the above"

Suguru startled. He raised his gaze as Satoru continued.

"If you threaten any one of these things then yes, I will kill you. For no other reason", he said, "If you ever cared about me, please don't bring me to that point"

"I-"

"Suguru", you called him, "Please. Stay"

"We chose this life", Satoru said, "I like to complain about it but the truth is I could disappear if I wanted to. Others have. Everyone chose this life, knowing its dangers. Humans are no more responsible for what happens to us than the people firefighters rescue from a building caught ablaze"

"I can't-I have to-"

"What do you want in your life?", Satoru placed his hands on Suguru's shoulders, bringing his gaze to meet his by force, "Do you actually wish to be loathed by me? By her?"

Something in the word "loathe" seemed to stir whatever free will had not been consumed by Suguru's dedication to his macabre goal.

"Would you actually enjoy a life where all you have is our hatred?", Satoru continued.

"That is the last thing I want...", tears swelled in Getou's eyes.

"Listen", Satoru's voice came strained, "I know you love y/n. And I hope you still at least consider me your friend-"

"That's exactly why-"

"You want us to smile?", your chuckle came pitiful, "How can any of us smile when you abandon us to play psycho killer?"

Getou laughed, tears of sorrow leaving his eyes. He placed one hand over Satoru's. He brought the other to cup your cheek. Without warning he pulled the two of you into his embrace. You could hear how he tirelessly tried to reign in his sobs as he hid his face behind your backs. You felt his fingers comb your hair.

"Are you making your own path or are you just running away?", Satoru said, "You are loved much more than you think"

Suguru cried on your shoulders. "You two are my world", he trembled, "You're my best, no, my only friends"

"Then come back", you hugged him tighter, "Please, just come back"

"Are you gonna say no to her Suguru? You saw how insistent she can be"

"Stop using her as an excuse you jackass"

The two of them chuckled. Getou took a deep breath before pulling away. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. Satoru threw his arm over your shoulders and walked you to the other side of the gallery. He turned back to Suguru to yell a "Don't leave" before pulling you into his embrace, his voice soft enough so not to be carried to Getou's ears.

"Do you love me?", he asked.

"Of course I do", you frowned.

"No, this is important", Satoru said firmly, "Do you love me for me or do you love me as a replacement for Suguru?"

"What are you talking about?", you whispered.

"Y/n I know you love Suguru, there's no doubt about that", his arms held you tighter, "And I know you have guessed how I feel about him too. So my mind right now is pretty clouded on my decision. But one thing I know is that this is a risk. If I ask him to come with us will you stop loving me?"

You cupped his cheeks, pulling him in for a deep kiss that seemed to last years. When you finally released his lips he was panting. You gazed deep into his beautiful blue eyes. "You're asking ME? If I will stop loving YOU?", your eyes teared up as you whispered. He covered your hands with his, his lips kissing your palm. "What about me?", you asked, "Am I-"

"No", Satoru held your face, his eyes drilling into yours, "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me".

He kissed your forehead. You pulled him into your arms, squeezing him as he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his cheek on your head as he combed your hair with his fingers.

"What do you want?", Satoru whispered, "Do you want one of us? Do you want both of us? I'll do anything just....please....don't leave me behind. Losing you will..."

His voice trailed away. It was obvious what he was going to say yet he did not allow himself to put it into words. You did not know whether that was out of his own pride or to spare you the guilt out of compassion.

"I wanna stay with you", you told him, "But my heart is not full when he's not with us. When he's suffering"

Satoru pulled you closer. "Yeah", he muttered, "I know the feeling".

He stepped back to peer at your face. You returned a nod. With that, he understood. He turned back and walked up to Getou.

"There's a ton of things I have been wanting to your tell sorry ass for years", Satoru crossed his arms in front of his chest, "But ...most of all is this; I've missed you".

His eyes were real and pleading, and Suguru's kind expression from his older days returned to his face. "Satoru..."

"Suguru", Gojo said, "Come back. It's us. We'll be fine"

"I slept with your fiance", Suguru scoffed as he looked away.

"I know"

"Aren't you mad?"

"I'm scared"

Suguru caught his breath. He turned his gaze back to Satoru; the man was not lying. His eyes flickered with fear as he clenched his fists at his sides.

"I had not realized", Satoru said, "how alone people feel around me"

"Satoru-"

"You had to knock me back to my senses even after years of being rid of me. I-", Satoru rubbed his eyes, "When she screamed at me after I realized you two...I'm always gone, I know that. I thought I was doing enough by just spending some time but that's not true"

Suguru chuckled. His gaze darted towards y/n. "Took you long enough, you idiot"

"Shut up", Gojo took a deep breath, "I did the same to you didn't I?"

Getou fell silent.

"So I did", Satoru took the lack of response as affirmation to his question, "You were in pain and I failed to see it. I'm sorry"

Suguru's strong arms wrapped around Satoru. "You shouldn't apologize", he told him, "I never blamed you for it". Gojo returned the embrace. "So what did you not want her to hear?", Getou asked.

"That day", began Satoru, "you said you wanted to become the strongest"

"I did"

"It's a curse", Satoru said determined, "A curse even I cannot exorcise"

Suguru pulled away. He followed Satoru's eyes back to you.

"I can't lose her", his voice deepened. He covered his eyes with his palms. "And yes, I've tried to hate you for trying to take her away but I can't do that either and my head is a mess". Satoru stayed silent for a moment that seemed to last an infinity. "She loves you", he finally raised his gaze. "Can't blame her, I love you too", he scoffed at himself.

Suguru smiled; it was peaceful, and happy and beautiful. "I see", he said sweetly, "You're both idiots, falling for a broken man"

"We're all broken in some way", said Satoru, "That's the fate of a jujutsu sorcerer. But, perhaps together the three of us can make a decent person"

Suguru laughed. "You really have no shame", he said before planting a kiss on his cheek. He grabbed his arm and dragged him to you. Suguru wrapped his arm around your waist and took your lips in his own. You were surprised but quickly melted into the sweetness of his kiss. He touched his forehead to yours, "Did the idiot ask you about keeping me around your house like a lover?"

"Y...yes", you blushed.

Getou kissed you again, nipping at your lower lip. "Greedy girl", he said before Satoru pulled you to his side.

"She's staying with me if you leave", you felt Satoru's hand cling at your waist for dear life.

"It was my fate to fall for two idiots, not one", Suguru responded softly.

You moved to stand at Satoru's other side so that you were nestled between the two men. Suguru placed a kiss on your forehead as you walked down the pathway to the exit. Next, he reached out and ruffled Satoru's hair. The other man tried to wave him away. Getou leaned and planted a kiss on his neck; to that, Satoru did not object. Suguru rested his hand on your shoulder, Satoru on your waist, and you lifted the veil to the outside world.

"However, I should say", Suguru took a deep breath of courage, "I am taking care of two orphaned girls. I am not going to leave them"

"How old are they?", asked Gojo

"Almost twelve"

"Oh that's about Megumi's age", you lit up.

"Megumi?", Suguru's brows furrowed.

Satoru let out a small chuckle. "Oh we are going to need some drinks for that talk", he said as he led the two of you to his car and his very confused (and scared) driver.

[wasurenagusaa]

I burn for you

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader - 18+

Words: 3574

Warnings: jealous, yelling, cursing, passionate sex, rough sex, possessive behaviour (borderline yandere themes but consent guys nothing too wild), rubbing, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem!receiving), spanking, gropping, restraints (hands), orgasm denial, overstimulation (tiny bit), nipple play

Summary: Your engagement to the heir to the Gojo clan has been arranged since you were young. Yet you can't help but realize that Satoru himself does not seem to care, neither about duty nor about you. In your sorrow you slept with his old, now criminal, friend Suguru Getou. You did not know just how much this would hurt Gojo.

Colour: Hot, rough and very angsty as always

His love series - part 2

Author's note: i'm at the ssn office for the 100th time and this time I'm writing smut. Joke's on them, i'm having fun this time, not gonna cry over them.

You lay on the couch as the slight footprints of Getou's cursed energy were washed away by the tide of time. If you could focus you could still feel the warmth of his embrace as it enveloped you. You could recall the safety of his arms as he planted a small kiss on the crown of your hair. Your hand glided over the cushions. Your heart ached. You would never have imagined that the memory of only one night could linger so much in your mind. Flashbacks of his love popped randomly in your head, from the way he caressed your skin to the words he whispered in your ear.

Gojo would never do that.

A knock on the door. You were not expecting anyone. You readied your fist with cursed energy behind your back as you looked through the eyelet. It was Gojo. You put out the spell and opened the door.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?", he said coldly, "You left in the middle of the faculty dinner"

"And you honestly can't think of a reason why I left?", you responded harshly.

"What are you talking about?", he crossed his arms.

"You turned me into a joke, Satoru!", you yelled at his face. He looked left and right, checking the corridor.

"You don't have to yell, let's talk about this inside", he placed his hands on your arms.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep looking the other way when you keep parading around as if you're this prized bachelor", tears of frustration spilled from your eyes in front of his shocked face, "And what the hell was that about wishing you were never engaged to me? I'm sorry Satoru. I'm sorry I'm such a BURDEN to you. I didn't choose this either but at least I'm TRYING to be DECENT!"

You heaved as you spat the last words. Everything you wanted to tell him spilled out like a cataract. He lowered his head. "I didn't mean it like that", he said. His eyes reached up and removed his blindfold, letting his hair fall in front of his frozen blue eyes. "I only meant....I....", he tried to find his words, "I'm sorry, I can see how it must have sounded but....", he raised his head to meet your gaze, but as he finished the sentence he saw something else as well. Like hypnotized he moved past you and towards the living room.

Your heart clenched. You knew already what he must have noticed. Gojo's eyes were not like anyone else's. He could detect cursed energy better than anyone else; no matter if the individual to whom it belonged was around or not.

He turned slowly, his eyes lingering on the floor again for a while before he raised them to meet yours. Instead of simply hurt, they now seemed betrayed.

"Who was here?", he asked but you knew he had already guessed.

You did not respond. He looked around, probably checking with his six eyes whether Getou was still in the apartment. You saw the sadness being painted on his face as he realized his friend was once again long gone. His gaze fell on the empty bottle of sake Getou had left behind.

"Were you drinking?", he asked puzzled.

"Does it matter?"

"Why was he here?", he approached you.

"Nothing, just visiting"

"How much did you have to drink?", he waited for a while but even without you speaking he got his answer. "Did you sleep with him?"

You walked back to close the door. The neighbors did not have to hear this as well. "You're being ridiculous", you told him.

"So you did", he rubbed his beautiful blue eyes, urging the tremble in his voice to calm down, "I can't believe he'd take advantage of you like this, he's changed for sure". He turned his back on you.

"He didn't take advantage of me!", you objected this time, "I wanted to-"

"That's even worse!", Satoru cried.

"Why do you care?", you screamed back at him, "You have Utahime and all the others you like to chase to pretend you're a fucking playboy"

"Fuck Utahime"

"I bet you have"

He turned back to face you, his eyes wide open.

You took a deep breath. "I understand that this engagement has been hard for you and you might think things were taken away from you", you avoided his gaze, "But do you think it isn't for me? I'm stuck with someone who not only does not love me but is also showing it off."

You peaked at his response. His face had straightened out, all the clownery he usually put on suddenly washed out. He moved closer.

"I don't love you?", he said mockingly.

You scoffed. He did not. You continued smiling until you realized how close he had gotten. You showed your anger in your face again.

"Are you expecting me to believe that you do?", you shot.

"I'm not the one who's been sleeping around"

"Do you think I'm stupid Satoru?"

His left hand pulled you by the waist, his right by the nape. He crashed his lips with yours into a deep kiss that took your breath away. You were still recovering from the shock when he tore himself apart to take a breath, the hot air collapsing on your cheeks as he heaved.

"I don't love you? Is that it? I've hurt you?", he said and you only then noticed the complicated feelings buried beneath the frozen lake of his eyes. You could have sworn you could just make out some tears forming at the brim. "I have loved only two people in my life. And they fell in love with each other"

You gave him a confused look. "What are you sayi-'"

He kissed you again, this time using his body to crash your forms onto the front door. He lodged his knee between your legs, all the while caressing your body.

"Satoru-"

"I love you", he kissed your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone. He slowly unraveled the tie of your robe and pushed it over your shoulders. "I love you so much I have to stay away from you", he said burying his fingers in your hair.

"Satoru...", you placed your hand on his head, threding your fingers between his silver locks. You carefully peeled him away from your torso. "Don't do this", tears brimmed from your eyes, "Don't let this be a lie".

He climbed back up. He was so tall, he towered over you. He took your hands in his and pressed them against the door, fingers entwining together. "I would never lie about this", he said against your lips. He kissed you again. "I lost him, I'm not losing you", he said determined, "I don't care if you don't love me. Just promise me you'll stay. Promise me you'll never leave me. I can't let you go. I won't let you go."

He alternated between words and kisses as his hands dove underneath your clothes to taste the warmth of your skin. You were losing your breath. He did not let go of your lips long enough for you to think.

"Gojo..."

"Did you call him by his last name too?", he growled against your neck. He turned your body around. His arms embraced your form, his hand sneaking down the collar of your shirt as he kissed your shoulder. He buried his face in your hair, but you could still hear the tremble of his breath. "He can't have you", he said, "He's taken away so much from me and I still wasn't able to hate him. But this is too much"

Some stray tears streamed down your face. "Bastard", you told him, "Couldn't you have said that once in all these years?"

He tightened his grip as if he feared you were ready to leave him behind. "I could", he touched his forehead to your shoulder, "I'm sorry".

"Gojo"

"No"

"Satoru"

He nipped at your neck in approval. His large hand cupped your face, thumb caressing your cheek.

"Do you love Suguru?", you asked. He sighed but did not respond. "Do you hate him?", you asked again.

"I will if he takes you away"

"If I leave", you said, "it'd be because you pushed me to"

He tightened his grip again. "I won't let that happen", he said.

"It's already been happening"

He caught his breath. "Do you want to leave?", he asked. It was clear he had to force his arms to loosen their embrace. He did not speak; he barely breathed as he waited for your answer.

"Don't let me go", you finally said, voice trembling.

He wasted no time to pull you back into his arms. One hand turned your head towards him so he could catch your lips in a passionate kiss, the other dove underneath your trousers until its fingers reached far enough to play with your bud. You moaned as his tongue entwined with yours. You could feel the hardness growing in his trousers as he pressed your bodies together. He scraped your lower lips with the back of his digits until he finally thrust one of them inside. His hand lifted your chin and he nipped on your neck and shoulder. You threw your arm back until you hooked it over his nape, keeping his lips close to your skin. He thrust another finger inside you. He curled the two of them together, scraping your walls with their pads. He took notice of your change in breath and gropped your breast underneath your cotton shirt. His one thumb circled your nipple as his other played with your clit. His hands slowly peeled away your clothes, discarding them along with his own. His knee urged your legs apart.

"Bend your knees", he whispered.

You did not understand the reason but you were too drunk in him not to do so. He crashed his fish with his palm in front of you and suddenly you were falling onto your bed. He pulled your body so that you sat on his thighs, back on his chest. He drew your panties to the side, his nail scraping on your bud back and forth.

"Don't tease me", you trembled.

"Where's the fun in that?", he touched his cheek to yours, "You're so hot right now".

"Then get on with it", your voice caught as you clenched around his scissored fingers, "I need you inside me"

"How many times did he make you come?"

He entered another finger. He had set up a proper pace but his question dispersed your clouded thoughts.

"What?"

"How many times did Suguru make you come?", Satoru asked again, "I'm not stopping until I make your body at least remember who will treat it best"

"Satoru"

"Two? Three?", he pinched your breast, his fingers plunging faster between your walls.

"Ngh, two"

Gojo scoffed. "That's weak"

You could not catch your breath. His hands were touching you in all the right places. His teeth grazed your skin every other moment, sending an ecstatic shiver all over your limbs. Your hips chased his fingers as they left your walls, only for your legs to trap his hand between them once he thrust them back in. You were so close. You circled your bud until your body began to tremble in the break of your orgasm. You came over his fingers and he traced their wetness over your torso, from your legs to your lips. In the last moment, he pulled them away and shoved them inside his mouth in an emphatic display. He took hold of your arms and restrained them with one hand behind your back. He reached for a pillow and let your head rest upon it as he had you on your knees.

"Don't cheat", he planted his face on your core, tracing your lower lips with a line of kisses. His silver hair tickled your skin. His tongue delved deeper inside your walls. You buried your moans into the pillow. He opened your entrance further with his other hand and placed another kiss.

He took a moment to breathe as he cupped your core. Then he returned his lips to your entrance, his hand reaching to free his erection. He pumped it at the sound of your moans, his thumb tracing the precum leaking from the top.

"Do you want me?", his warm breath collapsed against your core.

"Yes", you breathed, "I want you Satoru"

He seemed to take courage to continue at the sound of that. "I want you too", he said, "I need you so much it's killing me. But I need you to come one more time first". He flicked your bud with his tongue. "Think you can do that?"

You buried your face in the pillow once more. Your cheeks were too red to show your face to him. "Mhm", you squealed as his tongue traced your folds again.

"That's my girl", he whispered in a low tone before he concentrated fully on extracting another orgasm out of you.

Your body instinctively tried to wiggle out of his grip but it was no use. Your legs squeezed together. He let go of his length. He grabbed your thigh and pulled your core towards his lips. You could not soften your moans even with the pillow. Not anymore. You turned your head to the side and cried out loud as you lost your mind in the depths of pleasure. That only seemed to edge him on. His fingers rubbed on your clit vigorously and that was enough to send you over the hill. You heaved as your body climbed down from euphoria, your juices trailing down your thighs.

Satoru pressed your sensitive clit with his thumb. Your body twitched. He let go of your hands and took you into his arms again. You gave him a smile to let him know you were alright, a response that liberated his held breath. He reached forward and planted a kiss on your forehead.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?", his words dripped with lust in your ear.

You had a pretty good idea what you were doing to him. In fact, you could feel it pressing on the small of your back as he held you close. Your hand reached behind you for his nape. The sense of his hair entwining between your fingers reassured you that this was real.

"Satoru", you looked up to him, "Do you really love me?"

Your question seemed to catch him by surprise. He touched his forehead to yours. "I adore you", he said, "Why won't you believe me?"

"Cause", you averted your eyes, "You're Satoru Gojo"

He caught his breath. His brows furrowed. He let you slide out of his arms and pulled himself up to lay on the bed. He placed his hands at your waist and lifted you up; to your surprise he placed you on top of him, letting his body fall underneath yours.

"What are you doing?", he led your hands on his.

He smiled. "I'm setting myself at the mercy of the woman stronger than Satoru Gojo"

"The hell are you talking about?"

He placed your hands over his heart, then pulled at them so you'd bent closer. "You've defeated me", he said, giving you a kiss, "I'm yours as much as you're mine".

You squeezed his hands. You guided them onto the mattress and realised he was letting you. Those brilliant blue eyes were looking up at you with adoration. The heart you once believed to be hollow, beated loudly underneath his bare chest. Your eyes grew wide. This monster of a man who kept jujutsu society in order under the mere fear of his power's immense strength, was now sitting below you, voluntarily helpless, and you knew he would not cower to fulfil any demand you made. It was a strange sort of power he had placed upon your lap and it was exhilarating.

"Do you understand now?", he asked sternly. He smiled at your nod. "I'm in pain when I'm around you", he smirked, "Will you help me?"

You chuckled. "You jackass"

He smiled as he opened the package of a condom with his teeth. You lifted your hips as he carefully rolled it down his length. Your hair fell round his face. He traced your lower lips with his tip; up and down, up and down, until your body trembled and your hips chased him.

"Satoru", you whined, "put it in"

He gave you a kiss. "What my love wants, my love gets", he said as he plunged his length between your walls. He guided your hips downwards until he bottomed out and held you still. You tried to wiggle your hips but he would not let you. His lips kept chasing yours, each kiss deeper than the previous one. "This is why I was trying to stay away from you", he said, "You're worse than alcohol"

"What are you talkikg about?", you tried to move your hips again.

He lifted you up enough to slam you back down. You tried to catch your breath at the sudden roughness. "I wanted you to experience life before we were bound together. But I can't do that anymore", he said, "I can't share you with some rando now that I've tasted your sweetness. I'm already drunk."

Once again he lifted you up, but this time he slammed his hips towards you as he brought you down. Your hand pressed at the mattress next to his head.

"Satoru..."

"I'm gonna fuck you so good you're never gonna want another dick in that tight pussy of yours", he breathed against your lips, "Would you like that?"

"Yes...", you felt your body catch ablaze.

He ran his hands on your sweated form, a mischievous smile on his face. He started moving your hips, twisting them slightly to drag his full length along your velvet walls. You fought the overwhelming haze that clouded your thoughts as he bounced you harder and harder against his cock. You brought your hand to wrap around his throat. He groaned. You felt him twitch inside you. You planted your knees more firmly and moved your hips on your own. Satoru smirked. Now he could thrust his own his up to meet yours. His eyes drank your reddened face, his ears your cries of pleasure; They joined his heart in the drunkenness that was you and he wished he would never be sober again.

His hands climbed up to your chest. He cupped your breasts with his hands, his thumbs pressing and circling their rosey diamond peaks. You were losing your breath. Satoru's body alone, spread like a magnificent artwork between your legs, was enough to drive your mind crazy. But as he drove his rock-hard length inside your folds your mind climbed up to a sky higher than the one you lived under.

You bend your body closer to him once again. You panted against his lips before you claimed them for yours. He moved one of his hands to your clit. He used his thumb to press and circle your bud. You bit his lip; he groaned. You could feel how his long length pulsated inside you as his pace grew quicker.

He stopped. You whined as he moved your hips circularly, making you feel every crevice of his member.

"Say that you want me", he rasped as he held you close to him by the nape.

"I want you"

He moved your hips once, then stopped again. "Say that you need me", his demand was as desperate as your answer.

"Ngn...Satoru, I need you!"

He picked up the pace again. His thrusts seemed even more mindblowing than before. He kissed your neck, grazing his teeth over your skin, covering the marks Geto had left with his own. You gasped as he drove his fingers alongside his length. You could not take it anymore. The knot within you was cut cleanly under the thrusts of his sword and you let your juices flow down on his fingers. He fucked you through your orgasm; it was not long before he came as well. His moans and grunts filled your ears as he wrapped his hands around you, burying his flushed face under the cover of your hair. You buried your fingers in his silver locks, pulling the strands as his convulsions hit your sensitized g-spot. You panted in each other's embrace, neither of you willing to let go.

"Y/n", he finally said between pants.

"Yes?"

He continued heaving in your ear, his hand petting your hair as he pressed his cheek to yours. He pulled away, taking your face in his large hands. He seemed terrified to speak; as if what he had to say would change the course of history. He swallowed.

"I love you". His eyes were dead serious as he spoke those words. "I love you", he said again to engrave the message in your mind.

You felt the tears sting your eyes. You watched them land on his reddened face.

"I love you too", your voice was strangled by your emotions. He meant it. He really meant it.

He pulled you into his arms once more. He held you like a desperate man as he hid his face behind you. "Then please", he said, "Stay"

[wasurenagusaa]

geto having a cute little non-sorcerer wife that he swears he hates.

he only marries you for your father’s riches, and so when you arrive on his doorstep he leaves the maids to tell you where you’ll be staying; the room furthest from his own.

you’ve been instructed not to so much as look at him, but he finds that he hardly sees you, anyway. you’re more like a ghost that haunts the manor than his wife.

most of the time he’ll happen to pass you sat alone in the garden, dressed in pretty kimonos that have most definitely been suited to his tastes. he hardly speaks to you, the only time he has was when the two of you had accidentally bumped into each other when turning a corner.

“watch it, monkey,” he had hissed, before continuing on with his day. he later found himself thinking on the nervous expression and faint embarrassed blush that had adorned your face. he had been tempted to smash his head against the wall to rid himself of the memory, as it plagued him the entire evening.

your father starts visiting and he has the basic decency to at least pretend as though he loves you. it results in awkward proximity and unloving kisses to your forehead, at least until your father leaves.

for some time, geto’s not entirely sure as to why you play along. you could go to your father and ask to leave this loveless marriage, could you not? then it dawns on him; your father doesn’t care, and you already know that. geto doesn’t like how a tiny part of his chest aches when he thinks too hard about that fact.

it’s not as though he leaves you locked up in some basement, withering away. you’re allowed to explore most of the manor, most of your needs can be met by asking the maids and very rarely he will permit you to visit the nearby town marketplace with some guards.

he starts seeing you more. he’ll sometimes find himself out in the garden, pretending that he has any business outside other than to keep an eye on you. he’ll never admit it, but it can sometimes calm him down, just watching you go about your day. to him it’s like watching a pet trot about, not realising their owner is watching with keen eyes. you’re still just a useless monkey, of course.

one day he discovers you crying in the garden you love so much. he’s never seen you cry before, hell, he’s hardly seen any emotions on you.

“what happened?” he finds himself asking before he can stop. you jump in your seat, not having expected him to be beside you.

“nothing, really,” you say, your voice still shaky and your hand wiping away at drying tears, “i’m sorry to have bothered you.”

he frowns, his patience quickly wearing thin. “tell me, now. what happened?”

you sigh, and some part of him can’t help but note how pretty your eyes look, despite the redness around them. he pushes the thought out before it can properly settle.

“my father sent me a letter,” you confess. “he’s… not happy with me.”

he steps closer to you. “why?”

you hesitate, your mouth opening and closing, but the expression he wears has you telling the truth.

“he wishes that i was pregnant with your child. i have told him that i am not, and never will be, and he… well, he’s not happy.”

suguru raises an eyebrow. “never will be… ?”

you blush, looking to the floor. “i know that you hate me. it may be easier for you to have a child with another.”

he scoffs.

“i don’t-“ geto pauses himself. “do you really think i’m the type of man to have a bastard with some whore?”

“w-well, no, but-“

“do you wish to stay married to me?”

you gulp. “no. i don’t.”

he pauses for a moment, seemingly considering something.

“if you give me a child, i’ll allow you to leave. you’ll still be married to me in name, but you won’t have to stay here, and you won’t be tethered to your father.”

your jaw drops for a moment, and then you collect yourself. “will i be able to see the child after i give birth?”

“sometimes,” he tells you. in reality, he doubt he’d ever let you near them, but you don’t need to know that.

“… okay.”

he finds it harder to convince himself that he hates everything about you when he has you beneath him, your ankles on his broad shoulders and your hands pressing against his back. he can’t help but fuck you even faster when hearing you whine and mewl. he wants to lick the expression you have off of your face, but refuses to indulge in the idea.

“su-su-suguru!” you cry. he stills inside you for just a moment. it’s the first time he’s ever heard you say his name. he was beginning to think you had forgotten it.

he grabs onto your wrists with one hand, pressing them above your head and manhandling you into another position, one in which he can somehow go even deeper than before.

he chuckles, low and raspy, “stupid fucking monkey…”

he’s starting to wonder if maybe he needs two kids. maybe four? hm. maybe you do have your usefulness. maybe he shouldn’t let you go, after all.

[wasurenagusaa]

That fool

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Reader - 18+

Words: 3943

Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk reader, Geto is a teddy bear gojo is the mean one change my mind, sex (i promise geto is NOT a dick), fingering, bit of oral sex (fem!receiving), LOTS OF ANGST, name calling (princess) but just a bit

Summary: Your engagement to the heir to the Gojo clan has been arranged since you were young. Yet you can't help but realize that Satoru himself does not seem to care, neither about duty nor about you. As you try to drown your sorrow, you bump into your old, now criminal, friend.

Colour: Hot, Forbidden and very angsty

His love series - part 1

Author's note: idk why i wrote this when i'm a gojo simp, i'm in class and i'm bored. Also I'm gonna attempt a mixed pov.

"Is that what you wanted to discuss with me?", the man asked.

"You must understand", Geto responded, "It is the only way to truly eradicate evil from this world"

"It is aggressive and extreme and I will not be a part of it"

The man stood up. The short glass of whiskey fell down as he bumped the table.

"You yourself stood up against the monkey who hurt your son", Geto maintained his calm composure despite the man's reaction to his proposition.

"That was...different", the man uttered behind his teeth.

Geto smiled at the guy's clenched fists. He picked himself up and threw his arm over the man's shoulder. "All I'm saying is", he said firmly, "We keep losing our people to protect a lesser species who is, not just not thankful, but oppressive and prejudiced against us". He leaned in, anger brimming from his eyes. "How is that fair?"

The man lowered his head. Geto raised his gaze for just a second, out of habit. His eyes fell on your figure, lone and ridden with sadness, as you sat at the bar at the other end of the room. His first instinct was to run away; he would have, if you had not raised your hand to order another drink, directly from the young bartender. He leaned back to his potential associate, giving him a warm smile.

"You don't have to decide right away", he told him, "As long as we both keep this meeting confidential you can think on your answer for however long you'd like"

The man's fingers had not stopped fidgeting until Geto gave that small reasurement. A smile of relief adorned his face, yet some stress still remained in his eyes as he nodded and stumbled out of the establishment.

Geto focused his sights on you; your reddened eyes, your slumped form, your unquenchable thirst for liquor. Normally, he would not dream of talking to you again, not after he left Jujutsu High. He had to put everything behind him to move on with his goal. And though he remembered that fateful day he ran away from the crudity of the sorcerers' world as one of the brightest in his life, the thought of your tears and the memory of Gojo's calls were a constant anguish to him even to this day. And there they were, those tears he had feared, even though unspilled they remained so evident behind your tired eyes.

He approached. His legs brought him to you faster than his mind could object. His heart thanked them for it, but still broke a little at the sight of your startled face.

"Fancy meeting you here princess", he pretended to smile. It was quite easy since a part of him rejoiced at the reunion, even though in such saddening circumstances.

"What...ar you doin 'ere?", you slurred your words. You had not realized how heavy your head was until you tried to lift it up. You clutched your forehead. Your heart tightened. The stool was falling backwards. Your hands reached for the counter but it was no use; you could not reach it anymore. Your back hit something hard but it was not the floor. Geto's hands were on your arms as your head rested on his kimono-clothed chest.

"I think you've had enough", he said.

"Let me go!", you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, forgetting for a second that he was the only pillar keeping you from falling. Fortunately, his hold was quite strong. He released you only after he restored the stool to its proper position.

Geto's gaze scanned the room; it was full of them monkeys. He often said there were two kinds of them: money-collecting monkeys and curse-collecting monkeys. But when faced with a lonely drunken soul there came a third kind, the most vile of them all.

"That's it", he said as the hungry gazes collected on your form, "I'm taking you home. Where do you live?"

"I'm not telling you where I live, Geto"

"Is it still at the apartment in Shinjuku?"

Your face turned red. You had gotten that house during the last year of school so it would be quicker to attend emergencies in Tokyo. He and everyone else had helped you move in and you had not moved out since then. "y...yes", you whispered.

Geto was quick to guide your hand around his waist, throwing his around your form. "Just grab on to me", he said plainly, almost in annoyance, "Tell me if you can't walk anymore".

"I can do this by myself", you objected.

"You don't have to", he said, his gaze focused on the darkness surrounding you.

You did not speak as you walked, nor did you speak as you boarded the train from Roppongi Station. He held you close as you walked through the crowded tunnels to change lines in Shinjuku. His outdated attire did not draw nearly as much attention as your hazed gaze and reddened cheeks. You covered your face with your hand and buried your nose in Geto's robes.

"We're almost there", his grip tightened reassuringly around you.

You finally reached your apartment building. Your hands fumbled around inside your purse until they gripped the keys. He helped you open the lock and soon you were in the safety and comfort of your home. Geto stood at the doorway, not moving a step in as you took out your shoes and fell onto the couch. Everything was exactly the same as it was back then. Apart from a few minor items that were replaced after the times wore them down, nothing else had changed. He had not been there since that year. That year that had been the worst of his life. He could still remember Haibara helping out to set up the table, just as he could recall your beautiful smile as you and Shoko chatted while hanging all of the paintings that decorated the walls. Both images made his heart ache. He had not felt any remorse about his decision in years, yet there he was, being pulled in two different directions like he was in those days. And all it took, was one visit.

"Why are you just standing there?", your voice disperced his thoughts. You were rubbing your eyes with your hand. "Just come in", you told him.

He almost did not. He almost ran away back to the temple he had sought refuge in. Perhaps he should have. You were safe now. The only danger to you was he himself. Yet his curiosity won him over. He took off his sandals and went to the kitchen to pour you a glass of water, and him a bottle of sake. He sat on the couch next to you as you gratefully gulped down the refreshment you craved. You left the glass on the table and fell back on the pillows of the couch. He was overcome with the temptation - no, the need - to caress your heavy head as your messy locks fell upon your face. It took all his restraint not to.

"I can't do this anymore", you said. He had not asked a question, but he guessed you were drunk enough to wallow in your own pity.

"Exorcising?", he asked.

"No", you responded, "I know you probably wanted a different answer but...it's what I know how to do. So I'll do it"

Those words poured blood in Geto's clenched fists. That was exactly what Haibara used to say. He knew Gojo was far too strong, and perhaps even far too selfish, to share the same fate as he. But you? You, Shoko, Nanami were among the people he wanted to protect from the foolishness of the life as a jujutsu sorcerer.

"I never thought I would want him to love me. I know he never will", you continued murmuring.

You did not have to explain. This was about Gojo. Ever since High School he knew the two of you were arranged by his clan to be married one day. Gojo took no interest in the idea back then. He thought himself far too young for it. But after all these years was he continuing the same immaturity?

He could not be mad at him. He would never truly be mad at Gojo. He often wondered if he was ever mad at him but the opposite was never going to be true. And yet your tears felt as if they were his own. Your broken heart crumbled onto his hands and he fully knew that if he was the one to hold it initially he would not had dared cause such damage.

"I know at the end of the day it does not matter", you said, "But...it feels like...he's fine by himself. I can never stand at his side and neither would he ever want me to. And I just feel so...alone"

Geto knew that feeling well. He poured himself another glass of sake and gobbled it down.

"No one would care if I disappeared"

"I would", Geto stated. The words slipped his mouth. He looked at you. You had lifted your gaze. It fell troubled onto his face. He cupped your cheek and leaned towards you. His thumb brushed away your tears. "I would", he said again with even more determination. If he could not take the words back he would make sure you understood them. He would make sure you never felt the way he did back then.

You grabbed his kimono and pulled him in for a kiss. It was sloppy and desperate but at the same time everything you needed. He hesitated to put his hand on your waist, but he was already reciprocating the kiss. He felt your tears wet his calloused hand and he knew he was nothing more than a replacement. He did not know what you were to him exactly, what you were definitely seared onto his heart. And as he devoured your cherry lips he got even more drunk on the nectar of your kiss; he would have never guessed he could have such an alternative to the curses he forced himself to swallow.

"You're not thinking straight", he breathed against your face as you climbed on top of him.

"I know", you responded, "I simply don't care"

He held you close and kissed you again. His hands traveled up and down your form. The last notes of your perfume enveloped him. He thought of your smile, one of the few things that gave him true joy during his dark days. You both loved Satoru but Satoru was determined to prove he was better off alone. Would he hurt him if he slept with you? A part of him wanted to, wanted to get revenge for staying true to the jujutsu world, for making you cry, for everything. And a part of him could not. But he could not push you away either. He could not be the cause of more tears. He could not be the reason you did not find your smile again. And most of all, he could not cool down the feverish heat that overwhelmed him as your body pressed against his.

"Suguru...", you murmured above his lips.

That was it. He could not take it anymore. He flipped your bodies so that your back hit the couch cushions. He nibbled your neck as his hand hiked up your black dress until it was scrunched over your hips. His thumb pressed on your bud over your panties and traced small rough circles. He tried to pull the neckline of your dress down but he just could not stretch it down enough. In a swift move, he reached for the hem around your waist, pulled the dress over your head and threw it on the floor.

Your body trembled at the sudden chill. You reached for his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss, your hands undoing his long black hair. His locks fell on the sides like a curtain.

He was kissing your chest. His fingers pulled your underwear to the side and glided over your clit. Your hands got tangled in his hair as he pressed one of them past your lower lips.

"Always the idiot", Geto murmured as he kissed you between your breasts, "He'll never change".

Your body trembled as he dexterously thrusted his digits inside you. Your hands blindly searched for the tie of his belt. Geto used his free hand to pull open his robes until he could shake them off his shoulders and let them hang from his waist. You traced the faded scar on his firm chest. He placed his hand over yours and brought your palm to his lips for a gentle kiss. He kept your hand close to his cheek, relishing its touch with closed eyes.

"Don't ever say things like that about yourself again", he said firmly, "You're the best our world has to offer"

A few tears escaped your eyes. Geto noticed and kissed them away before adding a peck on the bridge of your nose. He moved his fingers more meticulously as you climbed in ecstasy. Your heaving breath exploded against his face, his eyes blazingly observing your heated expression. The spring of the coil was being twisted more and more by the minute. He gave you a quick kiss, hiked your leg over his bare shoulder and pressed his mouth against your clit. You moaned his name out loud before you came on his fingers. A subtle smile formed on your lips, pure and simple. Suguru could relish that smile for all eternity.

He climbed back up until he towered over your body. Your arms wrapped around his torso as he kissed you deeply. You were so beautiful; even more than he could remember.

"Suguru", your name left his lips again.

"I never realised how much I missed hearing you say my name"

Your hands reached for his belt again. "I want you"

"Not as much as I do", he aided you in undoing it. He threw his robes next to your dress. He gave you small kisses as his dressed length pressed on your entrance. "Tell me if it hurts".

You fisted his hair as he entered you. You did not stop him until he had bottomed out. He continued kissing you reassuringly, one hand massaging your tailbone, the other holding your leg around his hips. He was kissing your neck now, waiting for you to catch your breath.

"Don't be nice to me", you told him, "I don't want you to be nice to me"

He laughed. "Yes, you do", he lightly nipped at your collarbone, "And you always get what you want"

Soon the room was filled with your sounds of pleasure as Suguru's hips met yours in a passionate dance, tuned to an intoxicated melody. His cheeks had grown hot; yours had too.

"You're so beautiful", he breathed. There was a battle going on in his mind. He had loved a lot of people. He kept a list in his mind of those he wanted to protect, those he wanted for sure to be in his new world. You, Gojo, Nanami, Shoko...He loved all of them equally; or almost. You and Gojo were always a little higher on the ranks. But this? This was a new you he was seeing for the very first time and he was intoxicated. All the have-nots and could have been in his head were suddenly turning into a plausible reality. If only he could keep you with him. If only he could have you by his side, every day he woke up. He had chosen to leave so he would not burden any of his friends with the cruelty of his mission, but the prospect of the happiness he would gain by just gazing upon your face every day was too tempting to pass.

Yet there was another thought trying to force its way into his mind. 'If I could become Satoru Gojo for a moment, the dream would be achievable'. He was hurting him by being with you. He had taken one of the many things bestowed upon that man that he ungratefully scorned. And as much as it pained him to cause Gojo anguish, a part of him thought of it as well-deserved for his foolishness. Maybe he would finally mature and appreciate everything he had been given.

"Suguru!", your moan pulled him back into reality.

He held your sweated cheek. "Come for me, princess", he said and lowered his voice and lips close to your ear, "If you want to use your legs tomorrow that is"

Your hands gripped his hair again. Your walls clenched around his length. He grunted as he felt them squeeze him. "Two can play this game, princess", his hand rubbed fiercely on your bud.

Your breathing turned irregular. Your vision turned hazy. All there was was him and nothing else. Your thoughts were overcome with the knot in your stomach, threatening to break any minute.

Your head fell back as you came with a loud moan of his name. He followed soon after. You could feel his tired breath explode on the skin of your neck as he rested his head on your shoulder. You brushed his hair with your fingers. He planted soft kisses under your hairline. He sat up for a moment to put on his boxers, burning the condom into nothingness with a spell. He pulled your tired body against his as he lay on the couch, his arms wrapping around you.

"Y/n", he called your name softly.

"Hm?", your ear was pressed on his bare chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

He cupped your cheek to guide your gaze to him. He wore a genuine smile for the first time in years as he caressed your face. You could not help but return it. He planted a kiss on your forehead, his hand diving under your locks.

"No one deserves your tears", his low voice whispered next to your ear, "But if you have to spill them, let them be mine"

He picked up his robe and threw it over your bodies like a blanket as you drifted off to sleep.

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When morning came, Geto woke up alone. Y/n's warmth still lingered over his body as he blindly searched for her with his sleepy eyes. His ears finally focused on the sound of running water. He smiled. They had not taken a shower last night so it was only logical she would do it first thing in the morning. He sat up on the couch, pulling his robe properly around his body. His gaze ran around the small apartment. Memories of your life were carefully placed all over the walls, the counters, the tables. He walked up to a dresser at the back of the room, probably storing all the linen needed in the living room-dining room fusion. Two photographs were placed on it; one with your class and Nanami's class, happily drinking together at Shoko's birthday party. The other one was with you and Gojo; smiles much subtler as you posed for an engagement picture.

Gojo's glasses were different than the ones Geto remembered. It must have been a more recent picture. He smiled as he admired your beautiful face, all dolled up for the photo. Then his eyes fell on Satoru again. His face turned serious. He missed him, that was sure. But he had grown accustomed to hating him, knowing he was probably hated back. He had grown accustomed to blaming him, knowing he was being blamed back.

He looked more carefully at his glasses. He could just see the shiny blue of his eyes underneath. His own eyes opened wide. Gojo's gaze was on you. The smile he wore was not fake at all; Geto would have recognized it. It was clear as day he had feelings for you. Yet you were not lying about your broken heart either. His eyes watered. He had thought he would be happy hurting Gojo's pride, but his heart was too much. He left the picture on the dresser and walked to your bedroom. He knocked on the door. Your voice called him in. One look at you and he lost all the words he wanted to say. He wanted to stay with you. But doing that would hurt Gojo. And if he chose to leave and spare Gojo from further pain, he would strike your heart at a moment when it was already bleeding.

"Last night", you drew his attention, "It was a mistake"

Those words were a knife through his chest. You kept your back turned on him as you lazily dried your hair with a towel.

"I wasn't thinking straight"

"You said you didn't care"

"I was wrong", you told him.

Suguru walked towards you. "You were not. I...I missed you"

"Don't lie to me. You just wanted to get back at Gojo for once", you spat. You cursed your lips the moment the words left your mouth. Suguru remained silent. "You won't even deny it?", you asked, "Geto"

"Suguru", he corrected. You sat there in silece for a moment. "Y/n", he finally spoke, "Look at me"

You shook your head.

"Please", he said again, "Look at me"

You slowly turned to face him. He had known he had guessed it right. The tears were back to flowing from your eyes, and this time he was the cause. He had made the wrong choice. All he had wanted was to bring you to smile.

"What brought this on?", he asked calmly.

His face was as it had been in your school days; calm, composed...kind. You could not help but answer him, even though it would be an unpleasant thing to do so. You reached for the small radio next to your bed and turned it back on to the station you had been listening to. You waited for a while before the newsman returned after the break and continued with more details on the newest strange mass attack on humans that took place in Tokyo the night before.

"That was your friends, right?", you said, your lips trembling even though you knew the answer.

"Yes", he said, "There was a cult forming with knowledge of our kind. I had to eliminate them"

"Do you hear yourself?", you cried as you shot up on your feet, "What did these people even do?"

"It's not what they did, it's what they most likely would have done"

"Get out", you spat. Your voice cracked as you repeated those words again and again.

Suguru did not move. "I will", he said, "But I want you to know, I've never said a single lie to you. And I never will"

You were covering your face with your hands as you cried and so you neither heard nor saw him approach. You startled as he placed a soft kiss on your head.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, "It was never my intention to cause you pain".

"That hardly matters"

"I know", he said. "I know", he repeated it one more time as he touched his forehead to yours.

He turned to leave but stopped right before your door. "If you see Satoru", he said, "Slap him for me. Then kiss him for you".

"What?"

"He's so immature, you need to slap him back to his senses. Or he'll be too late again"

And with that, Suguru returned to the shadows of Tokyo, far away from the light he had found in the small apartment with you.

[wasurenagusaa]

Hello this is my first time doing a request so I’m sorry if I make a mistake. I love the yandere Geto series and I would like to ask for part 4. I’m asking that in the second part, the reader meet Geto’s family. Since I’m the second part Geto mentions that the twins wanted to meet her for a while now. While meeting his family, the reader noticed his secretary, if I’m correct, Geto’s secretary is the woman with orange/red hair and a purple dress. The reader gets a bit insecure because she’s beautiful and a sorcerer. She kept wondering why Geto didn’t date his secretary since the reader is a non sorcerer. She would get dreams of him leaving her for his secretary and would wake up often in the middle of the night. She also noticed that his secretary is always with him and would take photos together, because in the movie it actually happened they took photos together. The reader gets depressed because of it and also confused because she’s still deciding if she actually likes Geto back genuinely or is simply the fear she has towards him that is making her like him. Geto noticed something was off with her for a few days now and wanted to find out the truth. How he found out can be however you want. Also can it be a lemon at the end. I hope you accept my request.

Little Monkey, my sweetheart 4

Warnings: smut

Your lips were pressed gently against Suguru's as he hugged you tightly.

His tongue came out of your mouth as he gently held your face.

It was your first kiss like this. Delicate but also strong, dominating over yours.

And when he pulled away, he laid your head on his chest.

You were not a prisoner here.

What happened earlier that had the chain on your leg has almost disappeared. Because Suguru is kind and really shows you everything you can think of as nice and lovable.

You were beginning to feel at home there.

And Suguru... Since he noticed you're really good here, he's given you more freedom. You could have walked with him around the temple. And he promised you that if you keep doing this, he'll let you go for walks with him. And then you can walk alone in the temple and in the gardens.

But unfortunately, you'll never go back to your old life again.

Because according to him, you won't be able to go to town. Because places like this where there are a lot of people are too dirty for you to be there.

Too dirty place for his pet to get dirty?

No. Too dirty and there are too many people to touch his beloved.

Too many monkeys that might come too close to you.

You were tired of lying in bed or sitting in one room all the time.

Just like now, when you were in bed with him wearing your pajamas. You were lying on his bare chest. You were right after waking up.

And that was the second time in a while that he sleeps with you wearing nothing but sweatpants.

You really rarely saw him in normal clothes. And now it was more and more often.

At times when he wasn't wearing his loose traditional clothes, he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. And then you spent time with him in the bedroom, in the kitchen, or even in the living room or in the bathroom. This temple was huge, and you didn't even know that you would still live here. However, he still lives here. This is his normal home.

And today was supposed to be a special day for you... You were supposed to meet girls who wanted to meet you from the very beginning. The teenage girls Suguru has been raising since he saved them.

You've never seen them, nor have they seen you. But you know one of them is named Mimiko and the other is Nanako. Two twin girls.

"Are you feeling up to meeting someone new today?" he asked gently rubbing your back.

You nodded against his chest.

"So let's get you ready for this." He smiled as he stripped the cover off you, and quickly got out of bed to get to the smaller room in the bedroom where your clothes were. To choose something special for you.

You were wearing a light green kimono with yellow patterns. You noticed that the color matched his traditional attire very well.

As you entered the room where you were supposed to meet the girls, you started to stick more behind him. You didn't know what to expect from them. Maybe they will be disappointed? Because they could think and hope for someone other than you...

As the sliding door opened, you saw two people inside.

"I don't think you're ready to meet everyone yet. So for now, please meet Mimiko and Nanako." He said introducing them.

You took a step back when you saw the zero enthusiasm in them. Even though you were already half hidden behind Suguru, you were now standing behind him, grabbing his sleeve.

Maybe you've been acting like a little brat, but you know they're sorcerers, just like Suguru. And they may not care that something happens to you. After all, you are a little animal here. And people like you are not allowed here...

"Honey, what happened?" He asked raising his hand to look at you. "Don't be afraid."

He grabbed you and pulled you out to stand in front of him.

You held his sleeve, then grabbed his hand.

"Geto-sama, is this (y/n)?" asked the blonde.

"Yes. It's her. Exactly as I told you."

"She is pretty! So cute!" she said as they both came closer with smiles.

You were a bit surprised by this behavior. After all, it wasn't expected...

You thought they'd be different for you.

"Geto-sama, can we spend more time with her? We would like to meet her. After all, we're kind of a family, aren't we, Mimiko?"

The brunette nodded with a smile.

"It depends only on her. Would you like that?" He turned to you, squeezing your hand in his.

When you looked at them again, you saw their happiness.

You finally nodded your head.

You had nothing to be afraid of. They... They wanted to meet you from the beginning.

"Geto-sama, people came to meet. And as always, they demand that it be speeded up."

You all looked back. Just to see a beautiful woman in a purple dress. Her pink hair flowed over her shoulders.

"Oh, Manami, do we have to do this right now? I had other plans..." he muttered, his mouth twisting into a grimace.

You see this woman for the first time. But by the fact that she's probably holding something important, and she's constantly looking at it, and giving him important information, you're guessing it's his employee.. Secretary. Also, he doesn't surround himself with ordinary people. So she's probably part of his family.

"Sorry, but it won't be rescheduled."

"Tch... Nasty monkeys always make me give up something..." He muttered dissatisfied.

And then he turned to you.

"Will you spend some time with the girls? I will be back soon. I promise." He gave you a nice smile and kissed your forehead.

At the same time, the woman looked at you. You noticed something in her that you don't have. She is beautiful. And she is also a sorcerer. You are not...

He's young enough to be suitable for Suguru... So why isn't he dating her? After all, they seem to be quite close to each other...

You started to feel insecure, especially when you saw Suguru smiling in front of her.

Because in the fight for Suguru's Heart, you would never stand a chance against a sorcerer. Because he hates people. And you're one of the monkeys he hates

This is what it was like to be insecure and also jealous of someone?

One door was already open. So you can spend time with Mimiko and Nanako. It was nice.

But at the same time, it meant you saw the image of a pink-haired woman more often. And with her was Suguru. He was talking to her, smiling.

You've seen them take pictures together a few times. And Suguru likes to capture moments like getting his whole family together in one place.

You sleep with him in the same bed, you throw yourself at him. However, not even that can forget your dreams that show you that he got bored of you and is now with his secretary. And you are there as a slave that he abhors to touch. Or you also die because you deserve nothing as a monkey.

It was a clear reason why you wake up in the middle of the night with tears in your eyes.

Since then, your mental state has deteriorated significantly. So much so that you fell into depression. You didn't feel the meaning of life, and you just thought that if you were just a monkey in his eyes, this would never have happened. Because he would just kill you the first time you met him.

You don't know why you act like this. Is it love for him or do you still feel fear and fear that he will do something to you?

You don't know, but you want to be next to him. Because next to him it's good and safe. He gives you some feelings.

You tried to be as obedient as possible.

You tried your best to make him pay attention to you, and still see you as before.

So that he doesn't cut you off. That he doesn't want to eliminate you.

You hid the fact that you cried against his chest at all costs.

Until you finally failed.

He heard you cry.

In the morning he saw how tired you were after a sleepless night. And you were so quiet...

You accepted everything he gave you.

Until finally, he could not stand it and began to ask about the reason for your behavior.

With his hands wrapping so nicely around your body, you decided to speak.

"You'll get bored with me... You won't want me as a pet anymore... I'm not a sorcerer... I'm just a stupid monkey who can't use Jujutsu techniques... But I don't want you to leave me and kill me... I want to live like this... But I can't stop you from falling in love with your secretary...!" you said as tears ran down your face.

"(y/n), what are you talking about?"

"If you get bored with me, you just kill me... Just like other people... I'm lower than you... I shouldn't think I deserve you to really love me, forever..."

"Hey..." he said with wide eyes as he held you. "I don't love Manami, and I won't love her. She just helps me. She is a member of my family. Just like you. But you are more important, because you are the closest person to me. I don't love any of them as much as you. They are like family to me. You are my beloved. You understand?"

He held your head under his chin, waiting for you to calm down.

"I love you the most in the world. You are not my pet. You are the person I love."

You hugged him to get into his skin.

To finally move closer to his face to connect your lips.

How could he prove it to you?

He did something he wouldn't do to her.

Your naked body was pressed against it as its tip nuzzled your entrance once more.

You were sweating from the heat that was now all around you.

When you thought about how he could prove it to you, you didn't expect him to start marking you like that.

There were painful bite marks all over your body and marks from his mouth.

You never expected his stamina to be beyond limits.

You felt his semen from his two orgasms melt inside of you, filling you up.

While you were distracted, he pushed back into you, stretching you to your limits again.

He found your hot spots so quickly. He brought you to orgasm so quickly.

Therefore, everything he did now had to start by distracting you from your overstimulation and your sensitivity. Even if there's no escape from the fact that every move he makes against your hips sends sparks down your spine. And the toes curl up.

His belly was wet from your leaking juices. The black hairs on his pubic bone stuck to wet skin as its length dug into your insides with slow, sensual strokes.

"Ha... Tell me, baby... how could I not love you now I can't think of anything but fuck you until you're pregnant... Until you have my children... Because you are mine... And I love you more than anything in the world..."

[wasurenagusaa]

It is October, and you know what that means! Maria gets to commit a war crime as a birthday gift. Honestly, on the list of things nobody asked for I'm pretty sure smut with Kenjaku is like way up there, but it's my birthday (at the end of the month) and I get to chose the war crime!

Kenjaku x Reader. 1.3k words NSFW, minors leave. tw for: dubcon, manipulation, Kenjaku's stitches snapping, brain fluid, a little bit of the brain too

When Kenjaku took over Geto's body he kept the cult, at least for a while. they were an useful logistical asset and source of income - something even he needed from time to time. he was still living amongst normal humans, inhabiting flesh. there would always be some material needs that were an unescapable reality.

Kenjaku himself didn't really care for those things, he was an existence beyond just human by this point. but while the bodies he inhabited were technically dead, while he gave continuity to their existence, they still had needs. itches to be scratched. some boring and a chore, but others fun and enjoyable to indulge in.

He prized himself in living life fully, afterall, and some of those itches were delightful parts of a life fully lived.

And that's how Kenjaku found himself watching you when you weren't looking. eyes following your form from dark hallways and tall windows. you were a part of Suguru Geto's old group. a pretty thing, a sorcerer, not especially powerful but good with barriers and very devoted. devoted and smitten with him.

Well, smitten with Geto.

But this was not Geto. not anymore, though you were still blissfully unaware of that. sure, you found the stitches across his forehead strange, everyone did, but Kenjaku was good at imitating the original personality of his host body. and anyone still alive in Geto's little group was already primed to believe whatever their leader said.

So you accepted every excuse, went along with the charade, followed him around faithfully. it was cute, really, almost like a puppy following it's owner. a devotion you don't come accross very often nowadays. you enjoyed every once of attention he gave you, ate up every crumb of affection.

Kenjaku enjoyed it, he found it fun, like a silly little game. he had you wrapped around his finger and even he wasn't beyond seeing the appeal of toying with someone like that. sure, he could just take what he wanted, but that would be all business and no play, boring. so he kept leading you around on a long, long leash until he found it was time to close the gap.

Slowly he began cornering you in situations where he would be so close. so affectionate. physical, even. like a mockingbird, Kenjaku speaks and even smiles in a mimicry of Geto's kind demeanor. he tucks your hair behind your ear with a gentle touch, caresses your face softly at random moments, holds your hand in his warm one when no one is around. and you fall for it, like easy prey.

Soon enough he has you alone in an empty room, body pressed against his as you sit on a table. you were completly nude before him while he still had his kimono and the innermost layer of his robes on, having discarded his pants and outermost layers. his clothes hung open on his body, but they still shielded most of it. this was good for Kenjaku, your full nakedness brought another layer of vulnerability to your situation that he enjoyed throughfully.

It doesn't take much take much for you to give into him, just a few soft words and a little bit of pressure and you already bend. you'd do anything for Geto anyway, so he might as well just hitch a ride on all of that devotion. who is him to burst your bubble? it's a small merciful lie, letting you believe it's your dearest cult leader burying his cock into your pussy instead of Kenjaku. out of sight out of mind, as they say.

So he fucks himself into you under the cover of that silly lie, going deep and hard, taking your body for his pleasure. he abuses your mouth and takes your body for his pleasure, slamming into your pussy mercilessly until tears are spilling from your eyes. Kenjaku finds your tears to be alluring, your whines of 'too much' so enticing, urging him to move faster and harder.

He likes the touch of sweaty skin, the broken sounds, the trembling bodies. you are clawing at his back and neck and Kenjaku laughs at just how weak you feel under him, pussy clenching tight with your every pitiful cry. you bury your hand in his long hair making him hiss when you grip him. oh, that's almost dangerous, the stitches around his forehead still too fresh for this type of rough treatment - but this could be fun.

Kenjaku groans as he feels pleasure building higher, hips moving faster and deeper into you. you've got bite marks and hickeys all over your chest and neck, and he is sure you'll have bruises on the shape of his fingers all over your body. you are crying and shaking in pleasure, so clearly overwhelmed as his tongue pushes its way into your mouth. the hand on his hair pulls harder, fingers treading on his locks when you give it a harsh tug, making the stitches on his head start snapping.

It all happens fast, the snapping of the stitches, the separating of the skin. at first not much, just enough for liquid to start to flow down his face while he thrusts hard into you. but soon it changes, more liquid spilling down his mouth and into yours, his hips never stopping their vicious hammering. that's when you notice something is wrong, the strange liquid coating your tongue and feeling wet on your face.

You don't even scream, only emitting a high pitched whine in therror when you look up at what you think is Geto. your eyes meet the gap between the two pieces of his skull from where you are pulling at the scalp, Kenjaku's undone stitches leaving a large open gap, brain visible underneath. you freeze, and he just finds it more endearing, having no mercy as he keeps fucking into you faster and faster. the fear and confusion in your eyes only make him feel closer to his orgasm.

"w-what are you?" you whimper, too weak to even properly protest against him, both hands drpping to his arms.

"what do you mean," Kenjaku says with a smile, "it's me, your dear Suguru, what's wrong, sweetheart?" he whispers against your ear.

"what's going on," you cry out, swiping your fingers over the liquid dripping in your face, and he coos at how pitiful it sounds.

"shhhh, dear, what's gotten into you," he sushes you softly, but the pistoning of his hips doesn't match the gentleness of his voice. "hold still, I'm almost there."

You are shaking, glancing between your fingers and the gash on his hand. he can't tell if your whimpering and whining is from his abuse of your pussy or from the sight you've just had - but it doesn't matter anyways, the sweet sounds pushing him over the edge either way. Kenjaku buries himself deep in you, pulling your body flush against his as he paints your walls white with his thick cum. you cry out when he pulls your body into his forcefully but that's the measure of your protest, otherwise you just take what he gives.

When he looks back at you, the mimicry of a soft smile painted on his, he finds you still wide eyed and confused. yeah, Kenjaku can imagine that this is one hell of a way to find you the truth. he licks a spot of the liquid that dropped on your face, shushing you gently as he pulls out, your pussy gaping from his abuse and leaking his thick seed. he looks back at you, smiling wide and already redoing the stitches on his head. You look up at him so confused, so vulnerable - it's adorable. maybe he should try to find a way to keep you around.

[wasurenagusaa]

◟♡ ˒ HE LOVES YOU IN HIS OWN TWISTED WAY — Renaissance, getō suguru

tags. cult leader geto, reader with female anatomy (she/her), spit, reader refers to geto as "master" several times, clit/tit slapping x1, reader with family trauma, pet names (lamb, sweetheart), finger sucking, unprotected sex + creampie, manipulation/dubcon (if you squint). wc. 4.7K

notes. not the version of geto i enjoy writing the most but i had to explore it anyway, probably ooc geto. thanks for reading kiss kiss.

An hour ago you were free. The wind caressed your face as you ran unrestrained through the tall grass, with each step, your bare feet sinking into the wet mud that sloshed playfully beneath your footsteps.

The terrain led you to the edge of the forest, a sanctuary of majestic trees towering skyward. They were so imposing that they seemed to defy even the sun, the warm rays struggled to filter through the dense tangle of leaves, creating glints of light that danced on the ground and on your cheeks, you had almost forgotten the sensation.

Now, you found yourself imprisoned again. Metaphorically, and perhaps even literally, your hands were held by a red rope, thick enough to hurt your skin. One of Suguru's henchmen had chased and trapped you, throwing your body to the ground a few meters into the forest, just as you caught a glimpse of the road and in the distance, an old minivan. 

Your whole body aches as if a train had run over it, with the skin on your stomach bruised. Although you hadn't had a chance to inspect yourself closely, you were sure there would be bruises on your back and thighs. The man had practically dragged you across the floor as you begged to be released, trying to bribe him with what little money you had.

Another servant helped you clean yourself up. No matter how much you talked to her, begged or sobbed to make her see reason, she just stood silently scrubbing your body harder and harder to remove the dirt. The girl then led you into the bathroom, gently pushed your body inside encouraging you to walk and closed the door behind you.

The bathroom was permeated with the soft fragrance of scented candles resting on the floor, while a dim light gave it an intimate feel. As you looked closely, you noticed a variety of personal care products laid out on the sink: shampoo, liquid soap, perfume... and from how well you knew him, you knew Suguru had chosen each one carefully for you. On the toilet rested an impeccably folded white towel, accompanied by a sort of light, translucent red bathrobe or dress, like a suggestive invitation.

After finishing the bath, the same faithful servant from before indicated that Suguru Geto was waiting for you in his room and seconds later tied your hands as a way to prevent you from trying to run away again. Your feet drag the ground beneath them, walking as slowly as you could to avoid your fearful fate.

The imposing black door in front of you seemed to weigh at least 40 kg, and with your hands bound, opening it became an almost impossible task. Struggling with all your might, you finally managed to push it open with a stifled scream, revealing before your eyes Suguru's spacious room, a place you've been to so many times before. A shiver runs through your body, as he always knew how to make you feel as if you were running out of air. Suguru is sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a book in his hands and was wearing some sort of robe that slipped down his hips, leaving his chest exposed. Behind him, a woman in her thirties was combing his hair. Someone else was performing the task you were supposed to be doing, and you knew that didn't please him at all.

"Look who finally got up the nerve to join us," Suguru says and his eyes slowly rise from the paragraph he's trapped in to deign to look at you, glad to see that you've worn the dress he chose for you.

"Master..." you call him and the expression on Suguru's face seems to relax, his eyelids dropping slowly, his shoulders going back a little widening his chest more.

"You can go now," his words echo in the air and the woman behind him stops brushing his long hair to descend from the bed and bow to his presence. "Remember to close the door on your way out," Suguru reminded her.

She hurried away quietly, not risking a single word that might put him in a bad mood. Now, there were only the two of you left, and that made your throat go dry instantly.

"Come here, my little lamb."

Without being able to think or resist, your feet moved in obedience to his words. Your body was acting on its own, without your consent. Finding yourself in front of Suguru, you could closely appreciate his naked torso with a couple of scars on his pectorals, and a large X-shaped scar marking his chest. Suguru closed the book gently, producing a slight sound before setting it aside. Then, he ordered you to kneel and again unable to refuse, you obeyed. You were shaking like a leaf, your sweaty palms were rubbing uncomfortably against each other, and a couple of beads of sweat were beginning to form on the back of your neck.

"Open your mouth," Suguru commands, tugging with the help of his fingers on your jaw until you're forced to look him in the eye. His voice is like silk itself. It almost seems as if what he is telling you is a request, that you really have a choice not to obey. The feeling that grows inside you thanks to his words is overwhelming and he feels the same. Your body twitches and it forms a wicked smile on his lips. He likes you like this, however, he also likes it when you fight, when you struggle, when you try to escape. That duality of yours is what makes him most curious about you.

Your lips part after long seconds of hesitation, not too late to make him angry but not as fast as he would like either. 

You're not surprised by what he does next since you've been expecting it. Your eyelids drop succumbing to embarrassment as his digits make their way across your mouth, the calloused skin brushing against your tongue making you choke in an involuntary moan.

"That's it." He praises you. "Remember your teeth..."

The taste of his flesh unfolds on your palate, invading it with his presence. The fingers, long and sturdy, almost completely occupy the space in your mouth. Suguru holds them still for a moment, exerting downward pressure, then begins a rocking back and forth motion, curving them downward as if he were fucking your mouth for real though it doesn't take long for him to get excited and push a little deeper inside, seeking to reach the back of your throat. You cough in vain as the pair of intruders block your way, and only manage to choke on your own saliva. Salty tears gather at the edge of your eyes, as desperation takes over your self-control and your fingernails dig into your wrists.

Suguru stops pushing, you mutter something strange that he doesn't care to understand. He curves his body towards you and places his lips on top of your sweaty temples, his breath is warm, his lips wet from you as he continues to kiss your hairline.

"I know you can do it. You've taken my cock before, my fingers aren't that thick, are they?"

You sob in response. His free hand seeks room at the nape of your neck taking hold of your hair where he tangles his fingers and holds your head steady and there he forces you to look at him again.

"Now," he says, again moving his fingers back and forth very slowly, all this without taking those intense brown eyes away from yours. "Make a mess on my fingers, sweetheart, think of it as my cock. You can take it."

A moan escapes your lips, as your stomach twists in knots. You find it almost impossible to maintain eye contact with him, feeling the shame consume you internally, burning like a flame.

"Suck them nice for me, make it nice and wet. I want to slide them in easily when I start playing with you." Your babbles are incoherent, your hands prowling down the length of his clothes. "Do you want to tell me something?" you nod quickly. "Hm okay, what is it?" Suguru drags his soaked fingers away from you, gently strokes your lips with these before making them disappear down your jaw, the wet trail of your own saliva sliding sticky across your skin making you shiver.

"I-I. I'm so sorry, Master Geto-"

The way he smiles makes your stuttering suddenly stop, his fingertips sending shivers through your body as they follow his downward path.

"I know." He pinches one of your nipples hard. "And I know you're going to tell me you're not going to do it again..." You shake your head along with his words so fast you almost make him laugh, adorable, he thinks. "But you said that last time... I guess you don't appreciate enough that you're my favorite."

"I do!"

"You do, huh?"

"Y-yes!" your hands made weak fists trapping the fabric of his robe, your eyes coated with a glittering cloak.

"Have you ever wondered how you would feel if I continued to shatter your confidence over and over again?" he asked in a deep voice. Your gaze split between his eyes and his lips and catching the intent behind your actions this causes an involuntary grunt to escape his lips. "If I were to bite the hand that feeds me, if I were to continue to lie to you over and over again..."

Your hands clasp together in prayer as you look up at him from below. The height difference and the situation you find yourself in make you feel small.

"I-I, I'll do anything to let you know you can trust me again. It's just that I miss my family so much-"

He frowns. "Your family? Do you think it's necessary for me to remind you of how you were treated by your family?"

"I know." Salty tears now run down your cheeks, unable to look at him.

You feel like an ingrate, your mouth leaves a bitter taste and your heart sinks at the triggering memories. Growing up in the villages far from the city was never easy; witnessing monsters tormenting others and, in the same time, tormenting yourself when you were barely four years old. Screaming at the shadows that crept through your room, suffering abuse from your parents and your sister's indifference at not being understood. No one knew what you were talking about...

Then you were locked in a closet until you lost consciousness from screaming, tentacles squeezing your arms and choking your throat. It was only when you became an adult that you realized nothing was going to change. No one understood what you saw so you gave up. Instead of running away, you chose to pretend they didn't exist while they were still there, small as a pixie on your mother's shoulder as she cooked, taking the form of a long, slender figure next to your father...

"I saved you, [name]."

Your eyes rise once more to meet his, his countenance impassive as he watches you weep silently. Your eyelids feel heavy, your eyes burn.

"I won't let it happen again, master," you whisper in a breathy voice, conveying raw sincerity.

You suffered for years until Geto Suguru, the man in front of you, appeared as a deity, being revered as such. He emerged in the firmament riding a bird with majestic white wings, descending just as you were in the field gathering wheat. His family, his loyal followers, offered you safe haven away from those monsters you later discovered are called curses. This man promised you protection in exchange for you to follow him, to believe in him, and you have since decided to take his hand, trusting him fully.

Your sobs don't just move him, they make him hard as stone, especially with your pretty face squeezing against his crotch as you keep apologizing.

"Why don't you think about how it makes me feel that I'm trying to make this place for you a home and you don't appreciate it?" you lick your lips lifting your heavy lashes in his direction again, the salty taste of your tears had reached your mouth. His cold stare makes your chest sink, indifference stabs daggers into you, this is not what you want, you don't want him to be disappointed in you too.

"Please give me another chance, Geto," you plead.

You are somewhat relieved to see the frown on his forehead disappear, his eyes narrow as you receive a smile that doesn't show teeth.

"I want your hands in your lap at all times, [name]. Can you do that for me?" he asks earnestly, his thumbs wiping away the trace of that awful cry.

Your eyes, like those of an innocent deer, open wide. You are always eager to please him, and knowing that his kindness is so great that he is willing to grant you a third chance, you nod excitedly, eager to hear what he is going to say next.

"Just use your mouth. Take it out and all the time keep your hands in your lap, okay?"

Suguru finally stops touching you and lies on his back, his open palms resting on the mattress, as he waits for his instructions to take effect on your clouded mind.

With no hands, the task becomes a bit difficult, though you have an idea of what to do. Clumsily, your teeth hook into the knot of the robe and you tug at it until the garment is fully unfolded around him, causing Suguru to praise you with a hoarse "smart girl'". Likewise, your teeth drag the fabric down each side of his thighs, leaving his lap completely bare to your view.

"May I?"

Oh. Your obedience pleasantly surprises him, fills his heart with a few drops of pride but if you want to earn his forgiveness you'll have to do more than that. Suguru merely shakes his head in approval, a gesture that is all you need to start pleasing him.

Your shy kisses make his cock ache even more. His toes curl, his head drops to one side tousling the long hair that falls loosely down his back and over part of his broad shoulders.

For some time now he has not let others touch him. Ever since he found you there and took you to his home, ever since he bathed you himself, changed your clothes and took you to his chambers he has not allowed himself to touch anyone else sexually, in a certain twisted way this is his way of being faithful to you, after all this is what it means to be his favorite. Maybe it's because he sees something of himself in you, something that died long ago and something that revived inside him that very night or maybe he sees in you something of a certain person he knew before. The line is very thin. The only thing he is sure of is that you are a survivor, you are a fighter and that is what keeps him attached to you. 

And after worrying about how far you had managed to get all day, while his followers searched for you even under the foundations of the temple, having you here worshipping his pretty thick cock makes it hard for him to keep quiet and not cum on your lips the moment your tongue coyly licks the red velvet head.

Why are you so shy tonight? He wonders. Your soft lips are barely touching him, you do it almost fearfully, so it doesn't take him long to change his mind. "Fix your back. Tongue out."

Although there are doubts inside you, you do as he asks without complaint.

Suguru stirs on the bed and takes his own erection in a fist and the action makes you tremble as you wait anxiously for the next move. He forces you to look at him as he strokes himself under your nose, your mouth waters however the moment you lean down to touch him he stops you.

"Ah. Ah— Hold still. Keep your tongue out." He spits on his own fist to fuck the tip, just the tip, wet sounds deafen your eardrums. His balls twitching slightly due to the movement of his hand make you distracted but you focus back on the fist.

Your jaw loses stability from the posture, your own saliva drips over your jaw and falls to your chest.

"Ow sweetheart, you're drooling," he says condescendingly.

You whimper nonetheless refusing to disobey. You hold your position no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much your tongue is now quivering. The soft skin of your jaw slips under a pair of his long fingers where he holds you firmly, then he flicks your tongue with the tip making you feel the full weight of his erection on it. You moan, he asks you to open your mouth wider for him and when you do Suguru slides into your warm mouth so easily it makes him close his eyes and grunt in pleasure.

You receive him inside you with a moan, sucking devotedly and dropping your eyelids giving him permission to use your mouth as he pleases. Before long he releases your jaw to grab the back of your neck with both hands and maintain a steady rhythm in which he pushes unhurriedly inside you, sometimes the tip touches your throat and that makes him chuckle.

In a moment Suguru releases your head. Breathe, he reminds you and you immediately do it as if it were another one of his orders. Your nose inhales new oxygen, breathes in his manly scent and you swallow the excess saliva that had formed in your mouth.

"Get on the bed," Suguru asks, as you recover from the assault and gently pats the empty space beside him.

You feel your legs tremble as you try to stand up, the position had numbed your limbs but you still crawl up to his side. You bite your lip to keep any more of those embarrassing sounds from escaping, his touch sliding down your ribs, tracing them as if they were the canvas of a work of art. Then, his hands go to your navel, right where your dress ends and he lifts the hem, leaving your pussy exposed.

"Master..." You call out to him shyly, though he purposely ignores you. Suguru proceeds to curl his warm tongue around your erect nipples. A thick hand squeezes your other breast, cradling and massaging it, pulling your nipple between his fingers tightly from time to time. "Geto!" you moan his name which makes him look up, his eyes are dark, full of impatience.

"Speak," he commands against your erect nipple, his voice sending vibrations all over your back. 

"Can I touch you?" The question makes your words hum with uncertainty. 

"I don't know... can you, do you think you've earned it?" he asks teasingly and the heat of his breath bristles your skin. You know that behind that rhetorical question is a trap. 

"Only you know if I deserve it," you reply. He smiles pleased finally purring a husky, Yes, you can, sucking hard, swirling his tongue.

Your back arches seeking more of that vice. Your fingers find his mane and tangle in it to tug lightly, pulling him further into you. Suguru stifles his moans on your tits, letting himself be moved at your whim by your hands and chuckling every now and then when you moan because he's biting so hard.

His name becomes the only thing you can say, the only thing occupying your thoughts thanks to his hands working their way down your navel and lower abdomen to end up just above your mons pubis. Suguru feels your arousal overflow through your lips, he plays with the sticky liquid and smiles against your skin as he feels you spread your legs further apart exposing your needy pussy for his fingers.

"You're that eager, huh?" It's a question that gets no answer, since you don't think it's necessary. Your whole body yearns for his touch, screams to feel him touch you where you need it most and release just a little of the tension building inside you.

Blindly his fingers run all over your slit, releasing your wet nipple to sit on his knees and concentrate on what he's doing. 

"That's it. Open wider for me..." The words hadn't quite left his mouth when you were obeying him and he curses in pleasure at your submission.

Suguru slides a finger inside you and your pussy sucks it in so easily that he can't deny himself from pushing in for a second and curving them to find where you feel the most pleasure, the spot where you can't help but cry out.

"Are you going to cum?" He asks and you swallow dryly, blinking rapidly keeping your concentration on the ceiling. "Look at me," Suguru demands slapping one of your tits and you have to look at him this time as you burn inside and out; the burning in your chest brings you back to the present, then you nod and see him smile, pushing deeper inside you and positioning his hand in a way that the raw sound of his fingers fucking your pussy fills your ears and the room so clear. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

"It's yours..." you blurt out at once.

Suguru stops suddenly and your hole closes violently around nothingness, feeling so painfully empty that you have to make a physical effort not to start touching yourself.

"Mine," Suguru repeats again, gently tapping your aching clit and his voice is eager as he speaks again. "Are you planning to run away from me again?"

"N-no!"

"No?" Suguru pauses, grabbing your body suddenly and moving it as he pleases. Your legs wrap around his wide hips and he cages you on top of his body; his arms squeeze your back as he forces you to stay seated on his lap and he pushes to be closer to your face. "How can I believe you?" his voice hits in hot waves against your face.

"I-I. I promise, I promise to never try to run away again." And you wish he could read your thoughts so he could see how sincere you were being. Your whole being belonged to him and his actions tonight had reminded you of that. You were grateful to have a roof over your head, a family and someone to follow.

"Prove it to me then." After nimbly removing the rope Suguru takes your wrists and with one hand places them behind your back, in this strange position where you couldn't hide from him because just like your back your shoulders were pulled back, showing your chest to him. The swollen tip of his cock brushes your wet lips, you knew you weren't stretched out enough for him so when he positions himself at your entrance and pushes, you panic trying to twist your figure away. Suguru shushes you cooing against your temple, the beating of your heart mimicking that of a hummingbird makes him smile against your skin. "Are you afraid?" He questions you knowing the answer, sending shivers down your spine. You shake your head in approval, swallowing the dryness in your throat. "You shouldn't be. When have I ever hurt you?" 

"N-never." Because he was right, you didn't remember him ever hurting you however the current situation didn't take any less tension out of your body. 

"Let me in," Suguru demands with a growl, thrusting some more filling you with terror, your hips flee from him but the pain of your wrists caught in his hand keep you still. Another thrust makes a mess of your pussy, the squelching created by his ever deepening thrusts make humiliation stain your face. 

Finally he had managed to get completely inside you, you felt so full you could barely breathe, this position was not the one you were used to being in as he was always the one on top, thrusting and moving your body as he pleased while you only had to receive and scratch his back. However, you accepted the punishment you were facing from him, Suguru released your hands to push your hips and help you with the first movements. 

"Be a good girl and ride me. Your hands behind your back." You groan in affirmation and have nothing left to do but obey him. Your thighs spread uncomfortably wide from the width of his and your movements are halting because this is not what you are used to doing, and even though you know this doesn't feel entirely pleasurable for either of you you don't stop, he doesn't stop you. 

You're choking on your own breath, broken, ragged moans leaving your ribs empty every time you force yourself up and down on top of him, every time your hips rotate in circles. Exhaustion gets the best of you and with the urge to find support to hold you to, your nails catch on the breadth of his shoulders which makes him grunt, taking your hands and bringing them once more to your back. 

"What did I say?" he asked and your mind was so numb you couldn't answer, your hips exhausted, your legs about to give out yet you forced yourself to keep riding him with what little energy and self-will was left inside you. "What.did.I.say?" repeated Suguru again punctuating each syllable, his patience hanging by a thread, his rough fingers punishing your nipples.

"Please..." you beg with your tongue made of cotton, eyes rolling, not really knowing why you were begging.

Your whole world spins around you, with Suguru's hands squeezing your body he makes your back drop to the mattress which greets you both with a choked sound. Your legs automatically open to meet him in the middle as his hands hook on the headboard to better control his pounding thrusts.

Suguru was directly attacking your g-spot, your hips betraying you by lifting up to seek more of his thrusts, seeking to feel him deeper as your mouth fills with saliva and his name. The view you have from below is almost divine, dark hair falling down his sides like a veil hiding his face, his gaze is like that of an animal full of concentration as desperate grunts that joined the ones on the mattress took over the room. You are sure the others could hear and the thought makes your pussy clench around him. 

Lowering down to your height Suguru moans against your half-open mouth, panting desperately.

"I'm going to cum so deep inside you, you're going to take every last drop." You hasten to nod, agreeing to a statement he wasn't asking about, he was going to do it as a way of marking you, as a way of making sure and making you understand that you were his now, somehow he's sure that fate led him to you and there was no way he could let you go now.

A growl takes over his throat and you feel it soon after, ropes of cum filling you deep as he continues to slowly push inside you, making sure not a single drop slips out, his breath tangling with yours creating swirls. 

"I forgive you." His hips that were still moving calmly thrust one last time, Suguru drops his sweaty forehead onto yours as he breathes through his mouth. "But if you run away again—" 

"I won't." You assure him for perhaps the tenth time that night, not allowing him to finish the threat. Your fingers reach for his hair to massage his skull and Suguru allows you to pull him closer to you, crashing your mouth to his in an intimate kiss that seals a promise. "Do you wish me to leave now, Master Geto?" 

Suguru finally pulls out of you so slowly it feels as if he's doing it against his will. "Stay the night," he murmurs, trapping your body close to his, making you prisoner to his strong arms as he kisses what he can reach of the sweaty skin on your shoulders and neck. "Call me Geto... just Geto or Suguru." After all, more than his faithful servant Suguru saw your potential early on, you are the one. He just has to teach you to obey.

[wasurenagusaa]

UNDER HIS TABLE - # ERWIN SMITH

╰ erwin has been grappling with the overloads of works, thankfully his girlfriend has managed to satisfy him with his unfinished work, but this one thing hasn’t made him satisfied yet, what is it that he wants to get satisfied with?

a/n: erwin got me thinking ab his thick thighs and his fat cock for daysssssss so I had to write this 😩😩

pairing: erwin smith x fem!reader

genre: nsfw

tws: 18+ mdni, blow job, face fucking, soft kink, cum shot on the face, sneaky reader, hair gripping, gagging, crying, oral (m!receiving)

wc: 1.6k

“there is… one thing… i’m not satisfied with yet”

It’s late night. Not a sign of insects, birds, or any sort of movement. You were in your dorm finishing off some paper works from Erwin. He was stressed out with all the papers he was receiving for the past few days so you decided to help him with some of them. Although you regret spending your sleeping time reading papers, you imagine how proud he would be with you.

“done-!” you stretch your arms up and yawned. You then grabbed many papers, arranged them neatly, and headed out to Erwin’s office. His office and bedroom were combined so you knew where he was.

You walk through the dark hallway, just five or six candles gloomed on the way. You quickened your pace to walk away from the blood-curdling darkness.

knock knock knock knock

You randomly knocked rapidly, you hear a ‘come in’ from the room. You opened the door and saw your boyfriend drinking a cup of tea while looking out the window. “that was a lot of knocks [name]” he turns his large back and sits on the couch and you join him.

“the darks got me scared…” you chuckle looking at Erwin’s face. thank god there aren’t any eyebags under his eyes. you got worried a few days ago when you saw Erwin walking down the hall looking like a deadass zombie.

“How are you commander?” you ask as you take your jacket off, it was quite warm in here. “good actually, I’m getting enough sleep. thanks to you [name]” Erwin hands you a cup of tea.

“thank you” you sip the tea. it tasted very familiar. “isn’t this captain Levi’s?” you look at Erwin walking back to his desk. “haha yeah, stole some of it from his office, pray that I don’t get caught” Erwin chuckles and you giggle.

“anyways, these are the papers” you stood up and slipped the papers onto his desk, he quickly glances through all papers and nods with a smile. you sigh in relief. “don’t tell me you stressed over this, I won’t get mad or anything [name]” his concerned voice made you blush out.

he’s so perfect

“no no no it’s fine. as long as you don’t stress out, I’m fine” you walk back to the couch, picking up your jacket. you were ready to go back to your dorm and have a good sleep, just yet, Erwin clears his throat and you looked at him.

“there is… one thing… I’m not satisfied with yet”

Afficher davantage

[wasurenagusaa]

Like the Romance Novels (Erwin Smith)

Tags: military Erwin Smith x afab reader, age gap (legal of course), forbidden love, arranged marriage, spying, cursing, teasing, hair brushing, fingering, soft sex, kissing

Word count: 8463

The sound of metal scraping slightly over porcelain had the tendency to make your ears ache. Not being able to help yourself but pull a face each time your little brother’s fork grazed the plate. It was your family’s finest China and normally, your mother would have said something about the sound and scolded him right there. This evening was different though, everyone had to be on their best behavior for the esteemed guest sitting at the head of the table opposite of your father.

The air in the room was tense, knowing that the man was going to be your father’s successor had left a sour taste in your father’s mouth. Despite the fact that age was catching up to him, he refused to admit that it was time to step down as acting Sergeant Major. Your family knew it and it was nearly fact that the man across from him knew it too.

“So Erwin, how long have you been in the service?” Your mother asked, tone sickly sweet as she spoke to the man. The table seemingly went on for miles before reaching him, decorated with candelabras, lace doilies and crystal glasses. You had taken the man in when he entered the house, his tall brooding frame, broad shoulders, handsome face and strong jaw. Though now you were noticing more as you waited on his answers, such as his thick eyebrows that framed his blue eyes and the gentle lines by his eyes, showcasing the few years of stress he had undoubtedly had. You didn’t realize you had been staring until his head turned, glancing at you before refocusing his attention to your mother and her question.

“21 years, ma’am. I’ve been in ever since I turned 18.” You hadn’t expect him to be so much older than you, it made you blush because of your prior thoughts about just how attractive he was. “21 years and already in line for the Sergeant Major position, impressive.” Your father grumbled and you could feel Erwin’s eyes on you once more. Truth be told, the man couldn’t have cared less about the formalities. He went to this dinner because it was what was expected of him. If he was to take over the role of Sergeant Major, he would have to earn the respect of the men that followed your father and to do that, he had to earn his respect.

His attitude changed once he entered the major’s home, meeting his wife and children. He couldn’t help but drink you in, a woman that looked like you, your dress framing your figure. When he shook your hand, he couldn’t help but notice how delicate and soft it was in his. Now, he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to drift over to you.

“Miss Y/N?” Erwin questioned and you looked up from your plate in surprise. It was rare that guests spared a second glance towards you, let alone addressed you head on. “How old are you, miss?” He added on and you felt your cheeks warm up once more. “I’m 23, sir.” You responded and watched a smile pull over his face. “23. Are you married?” He asked and before you could respond on the sore subject, your mother did. “She decided to go to school first, even though we urged her to settle down. Gave her plenty of choices between suitable husbands. We are now looking into suitable husbands for her again, given she’s settled down.” While it wasn’t a negative thing, your mother made it sound like it was with a certain venomous tone to her voice. Erwin nodded in understanding before smiling at you apologetically. It was clear it was a tender subject, despite that he couldn’t help but be relieved at the answer.

“Why do you ask? Know anyone?” Your father joked and Erwin let out a small chuckle. This confirmed it in his mind, that the age gap was too large that he wasn’t even considered. “No, mere curiosity. I find that you went to school first admirable Miss Y/N.” He redirected his attention to you, deciding that his words were best aimed your way. He could imagine the berating you experienced, being a woman in your position and making that decision. A smile graced your face, deeply appreciating the words as they weren’t ones that you received regularly.

“Your children seem very smart.” Erwin commented, watching as the Sergeant Major puffed away on his cigar. The study was slowly filling up with smoke, some escaping through the slightly ajar door. “They are. I worry about my daughter though. My son, he’s still young and finding his way but my daughter. She’s a headache.” He confessed through puffs as Erwin faked a smile. Looking towards the door opening, he caught glimpse of your dress as you walked past and he found that the fake smile turned into a real one.

It had been a particularly windy day, as Captain Smith watched a car pull up to the base. Training had been outside and he was set to oversee it all, uniform on in full as the men did their drills. The car however was out of the ordinary, he wasn’t informed of any guests arriving at the base that day and it seemed that he wasn’t the only curious one. The soldiers stopping their drills to stare just as their sergeant was.

A heeled foot and a little bit of bare leg peaked from the car before revealing a light blue dress patterned with flowers. Captain Smith felt his cheeks pull into a smile as you revealed yourself from the car. Dress and hair flowing freely in the wind as you straightened out your clothes. It wasn’t until he heard the murmurs from the soldiers that he snapped out of his daze. He knew the men didn’t see women quite as often, he didn’t expect the crude comments though. Shooting the men a glare before wandering over to the car with a wave.

“Miss Y/N.” A dominating voice said, grabbing your attention among the all the soldiers. Turning your head, the wind quickly blew your hair over your face and eyes and before you could do anything, gentle fingers moved the hairs behind your ears. “Miss Y/N.” Captain Smith said again, making a blush pull over your cheeks. He looked handsome at dinner, yet even more so in his uniform. It made him look so official and despite the fact that your father wore the same one, it left an entirely different impression being worn by Captain Smith.

“Were we expecting you?” He asked, a concerned expression pulling over his rugged features. “No, no, not at all. Father received a telegram at home and it seemed like an urgent matter. I simply came to deliver it.” You told him, trying to ignore the gawking stares of the other soldiers. They were making you slightly uncomfortable, finding it hard to concentrate on the man standing in front of you and the task at hand. Fidgeting with the telegram, you looked to the ground and to your heel covered feet. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were dressed funny or if you had over dressed, maybe you had a button undone, all while knitting your brows together.

“I can escort you to his office, if you like?” Captain Smith offered, extending his elbow to you. You gladly accepted it, not only to get away from the prying eyes but also to get closer to him. The captain had left an impression on you ever since dinner, his well built figure waltzing through your mind at the most random of times since that evening. When your family mentioned your disgraces to others, generally they tried to offer solutions as they fed into the opinion that your choices had indeed been shortcomings. Erwin or Captain Smith hadn’t done those things, speaking to you rather than about you. Not to mention, he considered you to be admirable and it made you feel warm.

“I would greatly appreciate it.” You responded, a small smile pulling at your lips before gently taking his arm. It was nearly painful how well your body molded to him, unbeknownst to each other that it made your heart pound in your chests. “If I may be so bold.” Captain Smith started and you found yourself holding your breath, looking at the side of his face as you walked. “You look absolutely beautiful today.” You had to look away, to the sky or to the buildings out in the distance in the hopes to calm the warmth of your cheeks.

Erwin found the action endearing, needing to stifle a chuckle at the sweet response. He wasn’t just saying it to get a response, he absolutely meant it. The man was convinced you would look good in a potato sack and it made him feel like a lovesick puppy despite being the age of an old dog.

“Thank you, Captain.” You managed to pull yourself together enough to say. He was so gentlemanly, opening the door for you and gently placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you inside. For such a large man in such a powerful position, he spoke to you with a sweet tone and touched you like you were made of porcelain. It made your thoughts wander more about him, like how his hands would feel cupping your cheeks or how his voice sounded in the early morning… after a long night. You glanced at him once more, taking a deep breath before shaking the thoughts away.

You both stopped in front of the office door and he took a breath before knocking on the door. “Sergeant Major.” His voice was more tense speaking to your father, the weight of the world suddenly sitting on his shoulders. You watched his jaw clench as you waited for an answer, wanting to reach up and run your finger over the harsh line or massage his tense looking shoulders. Such intense feelings for only having seen him twice.

“Come in.” Your father’s voice rang through the wooden door and Sergeant Smith held the door open for you once more. Hand lingering on the small of your back a little longer than before, causing you to  train your focus on his eyes rather than the other two sets staring at you.

“Y/N, what a coincidence.” Your father remarked, snatching your attention away. Erwin couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow at the man sitting in front of the Sergeant Major. Jean Kirstein, a young and promising soldier from what Erwin knew. He was an objectively good looking man, with a stature that rivaled his own which was rare. The few times Erwin had spoken to him, he had left a good impression but now Erwin couldn’t help but hate the way he was staring at you. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

“We were just speaking about you.” You nodded in understanding before nodding politely towards the other soldier in front of you. “Y/N, this is Jean Kirstein.” You extended your hand to him and forced a smile as he took it. You knew what this was. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Father, a telegram was delivered to the house and it seemed urgent.” You told him, ignoring the true intentions of the man in front of you. Erwin had to stifle a laugh, he hadn’t quite expected to see you dismiss Jean like this and well, it made him more attracted to you than before.

Jean’s eyes trailed over your body, the way you leaned forward to pass of the telegram, the way you tucked a hair behind your ear and the way you crossed your arms over your chest. He had to stop himself from licking his lips, glancing to the scary dog behind you. Erwin.

He had seen the way he scanned over you and it disgusted him, jaw clenching coupled with a heavy scowl on his face as the younger man locked eyes with him. It brought Erwin great joy to see the man’s or boy’s rather, confidence diminish with a glare.

“Thank you for bringing this to me, was that all?” Your father asked and you nodded your head. “Jean, Y/n, you may both leave. I would appreciate if you could escort her back to the car.” Your father gently told Jean, shoot him a smile that could only be conceived as fake. “Gladly, sir.” Jean smiled, standing up and taking your hand gently. “Captain Smith, if you could stay for a moment.” Erwin had to bite back a frown, he wanted to walk you to your car too and make sure Jean stayed cordial. Though considering your father’s power to make people fear him, he was nearly sure Jean would be keeping his hands to himself.

“What do you think?” The Sergeant Major asked once the door fell shut again. “What do I think?” Erwin repeated, not entirely sure what the Sergeant Major was asking. “Well, you’ve met my daughter. You’ve heard how she is. Don’t you think Jean Kirstein is a good match for her?” The man froze, taking a deep breath before even trying to think of a response. “Kirstein has a good head on his shoulders, seems like he could make a good husband for someone, someday.” Erwin said and exchanged looks with the Sergeant Major. “I understand. I’ll put him on the backburner until after my vacation.” He nodded, returning to his paperwork.

“Before I dismiss you, my wife will kill me if I forget to ask. We are going to our house in the south, by an oceanside town for vacation. It’s small and quiet, it’ll probably be the last vacation as a family. Would you like to join us?”

You loved the vacation house, all the trees surrounding it, the lakes and streams only you knew about and the faint smell of the sea in the air. The town had old bookstores, markets and bakeries on every corner, cafes too. It was home to you, more home than any of the houses given to your family during your father’s deployment. One thing was always certain, the vacation house.

The bright sun made your dress look like it was glowing as you left the house, retrieving the last trunk you had brought with you. The white cotton fabric of your dress was simple but perfect for the great weather. A small gust of wind made the trees rustle and you looked up to the sky, taking a deep breath to inhale the subtle ocean scent. A rumbling engine disturbed your peace, tearing your eyes from the sky and to the path. The car rode down the driveway and pulled up next to your family’s car. You couldn’t help but stand and watch, not having expected any visitors.

“Erwin?” You spoke before realizing you had dropped his title, the shock of seeing him there knocking all the sense out of you. The man walked towards you, chuckling with his hands in his pockets. He lifted one and reached out to pinch your cheeks softly. “You’re lucky I’m on vacation, miss. Y/n.” He smiled and let your face go. Your cheeks were on fire and you found yourself looking past him towards the house. “Sorry, captain.” You apologized, only to feel his hand brush yours. “I was only joking, I’d prefer if you called me Erwin.” He looked different like this, lighter than other days. He was on vacation and looked the part with his white cotton shirt, tucked into tan slacks. His hair wasn’t slicked back for a change and you found your heart pounding in your chest simply by looking at him.

“Erwin.” You whispered to yourself, watching him walk into the house with his bags. You weren’t aware he would be joining your vacation, but you did have a deep fear your father would have invited that Kirstein man. You could see straight through your father’s intentions there and had no desire for it whatsoever.

Deciding not to linger on it all too much, you went on with your plans for the day. Going to one of your favorite spots around the house, the small secluded lake. Your family knew of it’s existence of course, they just didn’t quite enjoy it like you did. It had become your spot and in your spot, you cared very little about being proper.

On your hands and knees, you felt the water of the lake. Taking the moment to admire the way the sun reflected off of the ripples and smiling at it. It was nice and warm and you were absolutely ready for your first soak of the vacation. No one was around anyways, you didn’t look twice before undoing your dress. In nothing but your bra and underwear you waded in the lake, letting your body soak in the sun and the feeling of the nice water. You leaned down, splashing the water around slightly and laughing. This was pure joy for you, with no one around to tell you how to behave or any appearances to keep up.

Erwin knew he shouldn’t be watching you, not like this. He didn’t think you would be in this state when he saw you heading this direction. He simply wanted to explore a little. That’s exactly what he was doing, guilty eyes exploring the delicate white lace coating the intimate parts of your body, the golden cast the sun left on your skin and the pure joy on your face. The water came up to just above your knees and as you splashed it slightly, he watched the droplets on your thighs. Shaking his head, he tore away his stare. This was more wrong than simply finding you interesting and beautiful, he was now lusting over you.

His throat cleared, your head snapping in the direction of the sound. Erwin adjusted his pants before revealing himself to you, watching you scramble out of the water to cover yourself up with the dress. “You told me to call you Erwin, perhaps I should call you peeping Tom instead.” You held the dress over your body, looking at the man with heat rising in your chest and cheeks. “It appears so, I understand. But it wasn’t on purpose. Went to explore my home for the next weeks and stumbled across you. I’m very sorry.” He explained, bowing his head to you in regret. Your body relaxed, your response being more one of surprise rather than fear. Erwin never gave you a bad feeling, not once,  not even now as you stood practically bare in front of him.

“Could you be sorry while looking the other way for a moment?” You asked, your tone softening as well. Erwin’s eyebrows raised in realization before laughing and turning around. “Of course.” His broad back faced you as you slipped back into your dress, doing up the buttons before sighing. “Okay, I’m decent again.” You said and watched as he slowly turned around again. You noticed a soft pink tint to his cheeks and found yourself trying not to laugh. You weren’t embarrassed but he certainly was.

“Are you perhaps blushing, Erwin?” You asked, leaning forward to get a little bit of a closer look at his face and to taunt a little. “I wasn’t expecting to see anyone here, let alone you in this state…” He noticed your lack of embarrassment and admired it. “Though I assume you weren’t expecting other’s either.” He finished and you nodded, seating yourself in the soft grass. Erwin joined you, leaning back in the grass and propping himself up on his elbow next to you. “My family never comes out here. I don’t think they know I come out here. So yes I wasn’t expecting company to say the least.” You told him, wiggling your bare toes in the grass and looking out over the lake.

Erwin watched you, then turned his gaze to the lake as well. It must have been difficult having your family not accept the way want to live your life, for you to be a woman who wanted to study over marriage at your age. It also seemed like they didn’t approve of the way you carried yourself, which Erwin didn’t understand at all. He would be happy to know the daughter he raised was strong and smart.

The next few days, you hardly saw Erwin at all. He was always being whisked away by your parents to social events or business, despite this having been a vacation for you all. You knew this would happen though, vacations were never such.

“What are your plans today?” His voice was a welcome surprise in the morning as you poured orange juice. You were still in your silk robe, the first one awake in the house that morning as you made your breakfast. Turning around with your glass in hand, you looked at him and his disheveled hair and clothes. It was clear he had rolled over and put the first thing on he could find and you found yourself wondering in what state he normally slept.

“I’m going into to town a little later today. You?” You asked, watching him rub his face. He looked tired, not relaxed at all. “Suppose your parents will be dragging me around all day again.” He put his hands on his hips and looked at you with a raised brow. “If I promise to buy you breakfast, can you get ready in ten minutes and I’ll drive you into town?” His proposal made you laugh and put down your glass. “Is my family driving you that mad, Erwin?” You asked him, watching him throw his head back with a laugh. You took in his jaw line and the way his Adam apple bobbed, thinking about just  how nice a day alone with him would be. “Would it be awful if I said yes?” He asked between chuckles. You looked like his angel that morning, every meeting and introduction he had been forced to go through making him want to go back to the base rather than stay. This was not the vacation he was hoping for and as bad as it made him feel, he was going to use you as an out that day.

“Not awful. Completely understandable.” You admitted and let out a sigh. “Breakfast on you, you say.” You fake pondered, taking in his amused expression. “I’ll be ready in ten minutes.” You smiled and he sighed in relief. “You’re an angel Y/N.” He said softly, taking your hand gently and patting it as a thank you. You could get used to him calling you that and you could get used to seeing him in the morning like this, you could also get used to his hand holding yours.

Another thing you could get used to was the way he looked driving. Window rolled down, arm resting on it as the wind blew through his hair. With one hand on the wheel, for the first time in the last few days he looked relaxed. You couldn’t help but stare at him and take him in. It felt like a date almost, the first one you had been on in a long time with a man you were actually interested in. But it wasn’t a date, it was entertaining your father’s colleague and you knew that. So you swallowed those feelings down, but decided admiring how attractive he was, was perfectly alright.

“Was this the place you mentioned earlier?” Erwin asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked around to see the restaurant and nodded, waiting as he parked. He was a gentleman through and through, not helping with the feeling of it being a date as he opened the car door for you. Taking your hand in his again to help you out the car. “You’re being such a gentleman for someone who stole me away at seven in the morning.” You joked, feeling his hand on the small of your back as you entered the small restaurant. “It’s to make up for doing it for my own benefit. Besides, it’s not every day I get to take a beautiful young lady to breakfast.” Erwin laid his hand flatter against your body, his touches getting more familiar the more he got to know you.

Breakfast lasted longer than anticipated, speaking for a few hours about everything and anything. He liked learning about your family and about the history of the vacation house. He liked learning about you and the reasons you went to college and the reasons you studied what you did. Erwin was finding that he was absolutely taken by you and the more he got to know you, the more he wanted to steal you away to be his.

He told you about himself too, the dangerous missions he had been placed on and the most beautiful places he had been. You liked hearing about his life, his experiences. While you never had the desire to do a job quite as dangerous as him and your father, you did always admire the experiences that came with it. The travelling and meeting people, it made you envious of it all. You liked hearing him speak, watching his eyes as they went through the emotions of talking about his life. You found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like in a more intimate setting, your arms wrapped around him, laying in bed as you comforted him after a long day. It was something no man had ever made you yearn for, no man before him.

“I’ve never quite seen this many books.” He commented, entering the small bookstore you had loved since you were a girl. “Ah, you haven’t seen my room then.” You smiled and continued further into the store. This day was no longer about him getting away from your family, this was about him getting to know you more, even though he knew he couldn’t have you. “If it’s anything as full as this I might not want to.” He joked and you smacked his arm lightly before taking notice of a book with a colorful binding.

“I’ve always loved stories like this.” You remarked, running your fingers over the spine as you read the title. Erwin had never heard of it, not quite having the time to read much with his job. He picked up the book, flipping through the pages and finding himself smiling. “This is a romance book.” He commented, reading through a particularly sweet passage. “Don’t get me wrong, Erwin. I like the intellectual read. However nothing is quite better than a sweet romance book.” You explained, watching him flip through the pages. Erwin looked like he had walked right out of a romance novel, one of your own imagination.

“Suppose I can understand why…” He started and you leaned back against a book shelf. Erwin turned to you, placing an arm on either side of you, the book still in one of his hands. His face was close proximity to yours as he read your expressions, your big eyes staring up at him. “I would be the romantic too if my family kept trying to sell me off to the first suitable man they saw.” His remark made your cheeks get warm. It was an embarrassing situation, one he had undoubtedly heard more about from your father. “Yes, but apparently my personality makes me unsuitable.” Erwin laughed at your words and dropped his arms for you both to continue browsing. “I must argue that I disagree. If anything you’re quite refreshing.” He admitted and you looked at him with a grateful expression.

“I would have asked to marry the evening we met if it seemed like I had a chance.” Erwin thought to himself, watching you browse the books. He found himself picturing the future, days like these with you, holding your hands and spoiling you with books. He could imagine you dressing up beautifully, attending galas with him as he showed you off to the entire room. He even could see your shared home in his mind, maybe even kids. God, he wanted it so bad, he wanted you so bad.

“Erwin, you disappeared today.” Your mother said as dinner was served. “Ah yes, I had some plans in town.” Erwin lied and you found yourself looking to the ground and smiling. It was fun that only you and him knew the truth. “Ah I see. It’s quite alright, I was busy making the starting arrangements for Y/N’s engagement.” Your father said and your eyes shot open in disbelief.

 The pure anger you felt in your stomach made you cough and your head dizzy, but what made it worse was knowing you couldn’t do anything about it. “With who?” Your tone was laced anger, anyone could tell and well it was to be expected. “Jean Kirstein.” You knew it, the second the name was said and you fell silent. You knew it. Tears welled up in your eyes and you found yourself looking away from everyone again. Acting out wouldn’t be beneficial, you’d be labelled as dramatic. Crying wouldn’t help either, so you simply bit your lip and pushed all the emotions down.

Erwin felt himself get upset, seeing your face and response. He wasn’t entirely sure what came over himself as he exhaled, going back on all the things he had told himself since he had met you.

“It’s clear that is not what Y/N wants.” Erwin spoke and your father looked at him with furrowed brows. “I know family matters are not my place. But I’m here and I’ve gotten to know her.” He added on and your father opened his mouth to speak. You were still looking away, knowing no objections Erwin would say in your honor could possibly save you from this.

“I would like to marry your daughter.” The room went silent enough that you could hear a pin drop. Your ears were ringing, making it nearly impossible to believe that what he was saying was actually being said. Erwin had been in battles, on the brink of death, in meetings with important officials however, those things didn’t even come close to making his heart pound like this. “I want to marry your daughter. If she’d have me.” He said again, taking note that not even you had responded. He was speaking to your parents, but his eyes were trained on you with each word.

“I have to say Erwin, I’m shocked.” Your mother started and you pushed out of your chair, redirecting the attention to you. Your head hurt, aching with the pain of not having a choice. You also felt a wave of anger or distaste towards Erwin, he made it seem like he understood your pain that morning in the bookstore. Only for him to make this choice without talking to you about it. “I believe I’m going to go to bed.” You said, not responding to anything that was just said. You could hear protests from behind you as you walked away, but it all didn’t matter. Tomorrow you could think rationally, you hoped.

He felt guilty watching you walk away. This wasn’t something he should have done without asking you and he knew that. His gut told him it was the right thing, the signals you gave him, the way you looked at him. He felt foolish for thinking this was something you wanted. It was safe to say that dinner was ruined from that point on.

Walking past your bedroom door, Erwin took notice that it was left open a little and light spilled out of the crack. It wasn’t late at all and you were without a doubt in his mind mulling everything over, he liked to think he knew you well enough for that. He looked inside the room, seeing you in a nightgown sat in front of your vanity, reaching for your hairbrush. He could hear your sniffles and it made an ache settle in his chest. This wasn’t his intention.

“May I come in?” He mustered the courage to ask all while knocking you out of your thoughts. “I suppose.” You responded, toying with the bristles on your hairbrush as you watched him through your mirror. Tears still stained your cheeks and your eyes were slightly red. Your night gown was slightly revealing however Erwin had seen you with less on than that so you ignored it. You were upset with him and that was making it difficult to look at him, even through the mirror.

“I have to apologize to you.” He started, standing a few feet behind you. His blue eyes taking in the way you tried to focus on something else by brushing your hair. “It was impulsive of me to say that during dinner. Though I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind.” You paused your movements for a moment while listening to him. It wasn’t that marrying him hadn’t crossed your mind multiple times while looking at him or speaking with him. He was a great and attractive man and the thought sounded nice. It just angered you that he didn’t even speak with you about this, it made you feel like an object and that’s how you had felt nearly your whole life. You continued brushing your hair trying to work through your own thoughts.

“Can I do that?” Erwin asked, gesturing to your hairbrush. You shrugged and extended the brush to him, waiting as he grabbed a chair to sit behind you. The close proximity behind you made goosebumps coat your skin. “Are you angry with me?” He asked, voice lowering now that he was closer to you. You locked eyes with him through the mirror as he started gently brushing through your hair. “Angry not quite. Upset at the situation, yes.” You admitted and he nodded in understanding. “I understand.”

He continued brushing your hair, trying to do his best to not pull at any knots and be gentle with you. He had never done this before, brushed someone else’s hair but he was adding it to the list of many firsts he wanted to have with you. 

“I want these choices to be my own.” You looked down, tears starting to form again. While you were upset, you couldn’t keep it from him. “Hey, hey, look at me.” Erwin used his free hand to move your chin, helping you look at him. His thumb swiped away the tears, taking note of how your eyes were avoiding looking into to his dead on. “You should have talked to me about this first. I thought you were different from the others.” You half mumbled, thinking about your past. “It wasn’t my intention to upset you. I simply believe I misread the signs that I was someone you are interested in.” He said and finally, you looked at him. God you were even beautiful when you cried, it was simply unfair. “You didn’t misread the signs.” You pulled your face from his and turned your back to him once more. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t had the thought.” You admitted and watched as a small smile pulled at his lips, all while he continued brushing your hair.

“Thought about it, huh? What did you think about?” He asked, a slight mischievous tone in his voice. You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. You debated going into detail about how much his voice effected you, or the way he respected your choices practically made you go weak in the knees, when you noticed in the mirror how broad his shoulders were behind you and how he had practically caged you in between his long legs. The goosebumps on your skin seemingly got worse as his hand brushed your practically bare shoulder to move your hair.

“Well?” He asked, accidentally tugging your hair with the brush harshly. You gasped at the sudden feeling, leaning back into his chest and grabbing one of his thighs in response. His free hand grabbed your waist to support you, all the touching making a thick layer of tension fill the room. “I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before.” He chuckled as you looked back at him, his hand still holding you. Your faces were now significantly closer than before and he took note of the tension. The thin strap of your nightgown slipped down your shoulder, drawing his eyes as he reached around you to put the brush down on the vanity. “However, you still didn’t answer me.” He brushed some of your hair from your face, using the back of his hands to feel how warm your cheeks were.

“I’m well aware, that you can take care of yourself. But I want to help.” His hand now held your chin, making sure you couldn’t look away. He wanted you to hear what he was saying, he wanted you to feel it. “Will you let me?” He asked and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your hand gripping his thigh a little harder. “Yes.” Your voice was barely a whisper, not being able to make it any louder.

You shut your eyes and Erwin tilted your chin upwards, softly kissing your lips. It was so gentle, such a ginger touch for such a strong man, leaving you breathless. “Thank you.”  He mumbled against your lips, pulling away so you could catch your breath only to kiss you even harder afterwards. You absolutely melted, feeling his teeth graze over your lips as his hand kept your face steady. God, he tasted like a dream. The way his tongue melded against yours making your nails dig into his thigh, you moaned against his lips.

His hand turned your face to look in the mirror, his hand still holding your chin as he looked at you through the glass. “Look at how beautiful you are.” Erwin said, though it seemed more like he was speaking to himself as he kissed the side of your face, trailing his lips down your jaw to your neck. “Such a strong and beautifully intelligent woman.” He added on and the hand on your waist tugging the bottom of your nightgown up. His words were making your chest ache and heat pool in between your legs. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your puffy lips and eyes from all the emotions yet you still felt beautiful, he helped you feel beautiful.

The skin of your thighs was slowly revealed to him, his hands both moving to feel the soft exposed skin. You relaxed in his touch, eyes meeting through the mirror as you let him slowly undress you further. His fingertips grazing the edge of your panties causing a small whimper to leave your lips. He chuckled slightly, enjoying your reactions to his small touches before tugging the fabric up more. Your panties were fully exposed and you could see your midriff in the mirror. Goosebumps coated your skin and you squeezed his thigh again. “Don’t tease me. Please.” You told him, begged him even. “I need you.” You added on and watched as he lifted the fabric even more, exposing your bare breasts to the mirror before pulling the nightgown off of you fully.

It took him no two seconds to cup your breasts in his large hands, feeling you arch against chest. Your skin was so soft under his touch and every little sound you made was music to his ears. “Oh-“ You whimpered, his fingers pinching at your nipples gently and watching every facial expression that graced your features. “I like teasing you. Your facial expressions are worth every second of my time.” He said and kissed your neck once more. “So I’m going to keep going-“ He started, biting you lightly but not hard enough to leave a mark. “Until I think you’re ready for the rest of me.” His words made your stomach do flips, you wanted all of him.

One of his hands spread your legs before sliding under the band of your panties, middle finger slowly drawing circles over your clit. He was now only watching your face, feeling how wet you were all for him as he spread your slick around. Erwin could feel that he was straining in his pants, it had been so long since someone had this affect on him. This was sensitive, you were sensitive in mind and body and he wanted to take his time with both. Slowly stretching you out on his finger, curling in you slowly until you were ready enough for another. His other hand moved from your breasts to your hand, threaded his fingers with yours as you moaned out.

He added another finger, curling them quicker in you and leaving you gasping. You turned your head to his, no longer caring about the sight of yourself in the mirror. He could feel you tightening around his fingers, walls squeezing them as you sounds got louder. Your lips were centimeters from his, silently begging for a kiss and he couldn’t help but comply. Kissing you deeply, taking in your taste as your hand squeezed his. You moaned against his mouth, nearly biting his lip as you came and his fingers continued pumping into you.

“Erwin-“ You mumbled against his lips, trying your hardest not to squirm too much as tears brimmed your eyes. He was overstimulating you, smiling against your lips as you said his name again. “It’s too much.” You whispered, voice already hoarse and he wasn’t anywhere near done with you. He pulled his fingers out of you and you grabbed his hand, raising the digits to your lips to clean them off. He let out a chuckle in surprise at how bold the action was, feeling your tongue swirling around his fingers before he pulled away. Now was when his self discipline started to wear thin.

It took him no 2 seconds to pick you up, princess style in his arms and walk you over to your bed. He placed you down like you were made of glass, looking down at you and your body. He slowly undid the buttons of his shirt before pushing it off of his shoulders and onto the ground, revealing his broad, muscular chest. You sat up on your elbows, watching him, taking every second of him in the same way he did for you. You watched as his fingers nimbly moved, working to take off his belt and undo his slacks to push them down his toned thighs.

“You’re beautiful.” You said softly, meaning the words. Erwin looked at you once more, with a cocked eyebrow before crawling over you. His body was so warm, his large arms encasing you with something you couldn’t describe as anything else other protection. “Don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.” He said softly, tilting your face up to kiss him again. He absolutely couldn’t get enough of you, spreading your legs to wrap around his waist. “Not even when I was young.” He added on and you shook your head with smile. As you opened your mouth to speak again, you could feel his cock heavy against your entrance and you found yourself swallowing thickly.

You hugged his shoulders, pressing your forehead into his as he slowly pushed into you. He knew he had to pace himself, not wanting to hurt you in any way shape or form. He furrowed his brows, shutting his eyes as he slowly slid into you and giving your walls a moment to stretch. He felt you shift under him, your legs trying to close at the pressure of him between them. “Oh-“ You whined, the stretch taking your breath away as your body tried to accommodate him.

Erwin opened his eyes again, wanting to see your face and not being disappointed in the slightest at your expression. “Look at me.” He demanded in the softest tone, his hands now moving to pin your legs to your chest. The change in position made it feel like his cock sat in your stomach and you opened your eyes with a loud moan. “Erwin, I need you to do something, anything, please!” You cried out, your body moving and trying to create more friction. Any pain you had felt before had subsided and now it felt like a cruel joke that he wasn’t moving.

“Shh, shh.” He cooed, hand stroking your face as he tried his best to pace himself. Your begging and tight pussy were making it incredibly hard, together with your soft skin against his, Erwin was properly overstimulated. He slowly thrust his hips, not moving much before gently picking up the pace. Your sighs and moans getting more and more frequent with each roll of his hips. He held your legs with one arm while the other supported his weight by your head, not wanting to crush you in the middle of it all.

“Feels so good.” Your voice shook, his cock brushing every part in you that made your toes curl. It felt so good you could hardly make a noise anymore, mouth agape with nothing coming out. “Look at how good you are, letting me take care of you.” He grumbled, the compliment making your brain even more foggy. You looked down, in between your spread legs and where you two connected. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you making your walls squeeze him, it had you nearly hypnotized. His pace nearly faltered, seeing you look down at your pussy, watching the way he spread you apart and the way your juices coated him.

“Oh god!” You cried out, orgasm suddenly hitting you like a ton of bricks. Erwin could feel you fluttering around him, still watching the way he fucked you despite your eyes wanting to roll back. Your nails gripped your bedsheets and your legs shook on his shoulders, but his pace didn’t falter. He needed relief himself, seeing and feeling you cum around being almost enough to get him there. Moving your legs once more around his waist, he pressed his chest to yours and fucked you harder. He knew it was a lot for you, watching the way your mouth fell open as you tried to keep eye contact with him. “I know, it’s a lot.” He huffed, deep grunts falling from his lips in between words. He suddenly pulled out of you, making you whimper as you watched his large hand wrap around his cock. Pumping it to the same pace as he had fucked you, he moaned your name as he shot his release over your stomach. His head hung slightly as he lazily pumped his cock, making sure all the tension left his body as he shuddered.

Your stomach was doing flips, missing the feeling of him inside of you and wanting the feeling of him cumming in you even more. Sitting up slightly, you held his face to pull him towards you and giving him a kiss. “Next time do that inside of me.” You told him softly, watching him look at you with an amazed expression. “As much as I would love to see you pregnant with my kids, think it would be wise if we paced ourselves.” His words made your stomach do flips, the thought of your future. The thought of a future being married suddenly didn’t seem so bleak.

When you fell asleep in his arms, Erwin found himself staring at your ceiling. Self indulging in fantasizing about your future as he listened to your breathing. Stroking your bare back as you slept he felt a wave of worry wash over him. He didn’t want to get your hopes up, especially now that you had talked, so he decided it was best to keep the argument he had with your father to himself. He would fix it, he would take care of you.

The warmth in your bed was gone in the morning, making it incredibly difficult for you to get up. Images replaying in your head of the night before, you could feel his tender touches over your skin like a ghost. Even as you washed them away they lingered and as you wandered down the stairs you found your cheeks warm.

“You’re up early.” You remarked, looking at Erwin standing at the window with his cup of coffee in hand. The radio was on quietly, static interfering with the signal slightly as you tucked yourself under his arm. He welcomed your embrace warmly, squeezing you tighter to him as he sipped his coffee. Mornings like this could be something he got used to, even if you reached to take his coffee for a sip. “I had a lot of things to think about.” He told you in return, watching you hold his mug. His fingers played with the fabric of your dress and you hummed along to the tune playing. Moving his hand up your back in the same way he did the night before and sending shivers over your body.

Your father watched from down the hall, your mother not far behind as they came down for breakfast. They would have been lying if they said the sight didn’t make them angry, the argument from the night before still fresh on their minds. The thought of the man they had brought into their home thinking of their daughter in a romantic way making them uneasy. Not to mention the age difference that left them raising questions.

Erwin took your hand after taking the mug from you, making you twirl to the music before bringing you back to his chest. Smiling at the way you looked at him in surprise. “Old dog learning new tricks?” You asked as he swayed you both to the music. “Starting with these jokes now are we?” He asked, hands tickling you slightly as you laughed. “Couldn’t help myself.” You admitted before standing on your toes to give him a kiss.

Your parents often thought you delusional, the studying and reading stories about romance. However even your father could admit that he hadn’t ever seen you this happy, as jarring as it all was. He knew he was hard on you, it was his duty to you as his first born to drive you to be the best you could be. Until that moment, he thought he knew what best for you was. He turned to your mother, looking at his wife before taking a deep breath. “Maybe we were wrong.” Big words coming from a man like him. “Dear, I think you might be right.”

A/N; This is my baby and I'm really proud of it so yuh

also @chicken-fifi thank you for asking to be tagged! I appreciate it

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Warmth

Erwin Smith x Fem!reader ~ NSFW

CW: SMUT, fucking to survive, dom/sub dynamic, softdom!Erwin, size kink, body worship, dirty talk, fingering, begging, slight dacryphillia, masturbation, orgasm denial/edging, outdoor sex, rough sex, hair pulling, creampie, fluff

Hello friends! Sorry for being AWOL for so long, I wanted to have this out sooner but some stuff came up and long story short I snuck out of my sisters wedding to go put the finishing touches on this fic lol. Anyway hope you all enjoy and if you want more the askbox is still open for requests!

Harsh winter wind bit your skin as it blew right through you, pulling your cape tighter around your body to protect you from the cold you trudged on through the snow as the cloudy sky grew darker. Everything looked the same in this storm, you could hardly tell which direction you were going even if you pulled your face out of your bundled fabrics to figure out. The white out flurry consumed the entire field, blotting out any landmarks you could use as reference.

With the snow piling up to almost your knees you pushed through, tugging your hood over your head and shielding your face from going numb in the cold. Even if your eyes were uncovered you had no warning that you were about to bump into something in the storm, you fell to the ground clueless as to what you had hit but as soon as you looked up at the towering figure you assumed the worst.

It must have been a titan, you were wrong to assume the pack that wiped out your squad were the only ones, you had already used your gas and broken your blades killing them. There was no point in screaming for help, even if someone was a few feet away they couldn't hear you. Besides, you were too cold and too tired to fight back.

Just as you came to accept your fate the clouds cleared just enough to let you see the supposed titan, the blue eyes of your Commander reflected the moonlight as he stared down at you.

"What are you doing out here? The fort is that way." He asked, gesturing in the direction you just came from.

It took you a moment to answer battling the shock from your life no longer being in danger and almost complete numbness of your lips.

"There was a titan that took us by surprise, I lost my whole squad and I couldn't tell where I was going." You did your best to explain through chattering teeth.

"I lost my squad too." He added, bending over and extending his hand so you could take it. "C'mon let's get you back home before the wind picks up again."

After pulling you off the ground he began to lead you on toward the fort, all but the most recent of your tracks had been covered up by the wind leaving you with little to judge where you had been. The sky was darkening once again and storm felt like it was blowing harsher than before as you marched against it, though it wasn't as difficult for you following behind and stepping in Erwin's much larger footprints.

The very muscles in your legs were numb beyond belief, it was a race between the cold and the exhaustion that would stop you first. You watched Erwin's silhouette merge into the flurry as you fell behind, in fear of losing him you used your last bit of energy to sprint closer and grab is hand. His skin was a cold as yours though you could barely feel it, the only way you knew he was still holding on was the pressure of the vice grip he had on your fingers. He would pause and allow you to catch up, something he would have to do more frequently the further you went.

"Commander, I can't walk for much longer." You told him, unsure of what that meant for your survival.

"Can you see those trees over that way?" He pointed out into the blurring horizon at the small a small dark patch. "We can build a shelter there and wait out the storm, do you think you can make it?"

"I think so." You answered, though you were less sure by the second.

Gently pulling your arm he lead you onward through the raging storm, you did your best to follow for a short distance but your efforts proved to be too weak when your knees buckled beneath you. The snow that broke your fall was surprisingly soft as it enveloped your tired body, everything was so bitterly cold you hardly noticed the difference when you were lifted out of it. Not expecting Erwin to lift you over his shoulder with minimal effort then continue on, your limbs went limp as you simply allowed him to carry you.

Eventually the two of you reached the forest, the shadows under the trees were so dark in contrast it was a challenge to adjust your eyes. Erwin had found the one spot under a large tree that wasn't covered by snow and carefully laid you down, though you couldn't see how you could tell by the sound that he was using his odm gear and his cape to construct a makeshift tent between the trees. He crawled into the tiny space that just barely had enough room for the two of you to sit you upright and wrap your cape tighter around you.

"Stay here, get warm. I'll be right back." He told you before disappearing into the dark.

Unsure of where he was going or how long he would be thoughts of him leaving you here and returning to the fort alone swirled through your mind, you knew your Commander would never but the idea was difficult to banish from your mind while you sat in chilling silence. A small warm light coming from outside your tiny shelter marked the end of your wait, the heat from the fire just barely reaching you as it grew larger.

Erwin's towering silhouette sharply contrasted in the rising flames as he staggered into the tent, all but throwing himself on the ground next to you and curling up in a ball facing the fire. Noticing how he was shivering you scooted closer and wrapped your cape around both of your shoulders, then taking his hands and trying to warm them in your slightly less cold ones. The little bit of warmth from the bonfire began to melt away your away your anxiety about surviving but brought to light the realization that you were now touching your Commander very intimately, even if it was necessary you still felt a tension that needed to be broken somehow.

"You know the winter during my training it only snowed once." You told him while rubbing his large hands between your palms. "I thought it was great at the time but now I wish I would have been prepared for this."

"Well I'm glad I found you then." He smiled, looking in your eyes before staring down at your hands. "Truth be told I probably wouldn't have survived on my own either."

His words made your cheeks feel warm, hopefully the blushing would be mistaken for frostbite.

"Come a little bit closer." He said, putting his arm around you.

Resting your head on his chest you felt how much he was still shivering, feeling the unmelted snow that clung to his jacket you realized what had to be done. Hesitant to take the liberty, you reminded yourself that you couldn't make it home without Erwin and he was going to need you to keep him warm by any means necessary until the storm passed. Tossing the cape away you began to wiggle out of your jacket, making him remove his arm while you hurriedly undressed.

"What are you doing?" He asked, all authority leaving his voice.

"We'll get warm quicker if our skin is touching." You answered while unbuttoning your shirt.

His eyes went wide catching a glimpse of your chest before quickly turning away, slowly starting to peel off his jacket and shirt while you moved closer. Expecting the meeting of your skin to be awkward you were surprised to find it more than comfortable when you hugged Erwin's chest, feeling his tense muscles relax under your touch as you were once again under the soft cover of your green cape.

"So warm." He sighed while running his freezing hands all over your body, too cold to care about boundaries.

Not anticipating how good it would feel to be touched like that you accidentally let out a soft moan making him stop and realize what he was doing. Your first instinct was to apologize, hide your face and never speak of this again, but something about the storm was making you bolder and you weren't feeling very sorry for letting your pleasure be known. Taking one of his hands you touched it to your cheek and looked him in the eyes, while they were wide with surprise once again you could recognize a hunger in them that was the same as your own.

"Can you?....Keep doing that?" You asked, red face hot against his palm.

"Only if I can do this first." He answered putting his free hand to your other cheek and gingerly touched his lips to yours.

His kiss was so gentle at first, holding you like you were made of glass and would break if he were any rougher with you. When you put your hands on his shoulders gripping firmly Erwin knew exactly what your body was begging for and the kiss grew abundantly more passionate. Leaving your face his hands dropped to skillfully unhook your bra, allowing your breasts to spring into the open under the path of his decending lips. While you fell back onto the ground his mouth stayed on you the whole time, his body sheilding you from the weather as laid with you.

There was a fire burning in the pit of your stomach that only grew hotter the longer you waited for him to undo the many straps and buckles holding your pants up, the moment your legs were free you wrapped them around his hips grinding up against the tightening fabric he was now hurrying to remove from himself. You couldn't see but you could feel the absolute length of his cock dragging across your bare stomach once he pulled it out and lined it up, the softest sigh came from his lips when the tip touched your dripping entrance. He touched his forehead to yours

"Tell me you want it." Erwin breathed out, somewhere between commanding and begging.

"I really want it." You answered, though that didn't begin to describe. "I always wanted it."

"Spread your legs a little wider and I'll give it to you." He smiled, impatiently placing kisses on your cheek.

Raising your legs with the help of Erwin putting one hand under your knee to lift it against your chest, his other hand dropped to your entrance to test your wetness by running up and down your slit. The first thick finger to slide in felt divine slipping in and out only to be joined by another once you felt it wasn't enough, you rocked your hips into his hand feeling so malleable as he tried to reach as deeply as possible. When you were left empty you wanted to beg for him to keep going only to realize once the first inch of his cock pushed in that your were were about to get more than you could handle.

There was a reason he told you to spread wider, and you found out when he pushed inside forcing a gasp out of you at the unexpected intensity of being stretched. He moved slow in shallow careful thrusts but nothing less to help you adjust, for all the discipline he practiced in his life he just couldn't control himself with you.

"Slow down just a bit, I can't take it all at once." You begged.

"It's gonna feel good in a minute, I promise." He panted, one thumb circled your nipple in an attempt to draw more pleasure from you and distract from the pain. "Just relax, you can make it fit for me."

The sheer size of everything about him was apparent as his body rocked into yours, your legs staying up just by Erwin resting his weight against them. His arms around you making you feel a mix between completely helpess and totally safe, just thinking about the way his body connected so well with yours made you wet enough to take him deeper. Both of you shared a moan when he finally bottomed out, brushing your g spot on the way in and making you pulse around his fat cock. The faces you made as you gasped and whined while he pounded into you were hard to control, biting your lip you turned your head to the side to hide your shame only to have Erwin tilt your chin forward again

"Look at me." He demanded, and you did noticing the glow from the fire that made his skin look golden and was doing the same for you. "God, you're beautiful."

Wanting to return the compliment but finding every time you opened your mouth only moans came out, you took the hand that was holding your chin and placed soft open mouthed kisses in Erwin's palm then touched it to your cheek. His blue eyes glowing at the sight of you sqeezed shut when you tightened around him again, a groan passed through his clenched teeth before he threw his head back. Taking his hand away he moved both of them to your thighs, spreading them farther than you could on your own and making you feel even more vulnerable.

"Touch yourself." He ordered.

"Yes, sir." You answered, reaching to comply with his demands.

The contact of your fingertips on your clit made your back arch off the cold ground, you tried to match the pace of his thrusts with the movements of your fingers, finding the perfect rhythm to take your pleasure all at once. The helpless gasping moans coming from your mouth might have been embarrassing if you didn't feel Erwin's cock twitch with every whimper.

You breathed out. "Commander I'm almost-"

"Don't." He cut you off. "Not until I tell you to."

Suffering through the denial of release you panted with every thrust, trying to make it easier on yourself by removing your hand to grasp at the ground below.

"I didn't tell you to stop." He said.

You didn't even have the strength to protest, only looking up to see the more than amused look on his face when placing your hand back between your legs, doing your best to rub your clit as softly as possible while the pace of his thrusts accelerated.

"What a good little soldier." He remarked, his tone somewhere between affectionate and condescending. "You know how to follow orders, don't you?"

Nodding with tears streaming down your cheeks you struggled to decide if you loved this suspense or hated it, but your clouded thoughts were cut short when you were flipped onto your stomach. The feeling of emptiness didn't last long, as soon as he positioned your bodies he entered from behind nearly making you cum from the single movement. Your fingers dug into the dirt while he pounded into you, whines turning into outright screams with him driving deeper than ever before. Erwin threaded his fingers into your hair and pulled tight making your back arach and giving you the experience of a whole new angle.

"Please, I can't take anymore!" You begged, the denial becoming too much to bear.

He lifted you by the hair, your back now curving into his flexing chest while his other hand left it's grip on your hips to rub slow langid circles on your clit that kept you hanging just over the edge.

He pulled tighter, mouth colliding with the soft spot of your neck where he landed sloppy kisses trailing upward before whispering in your ear. "Cum with me."

Already following orders before he finished the sentence your pussy tightened around his cock, milking every drop out of him as he burst inside of you. Erwin didn't slow his thrusting at all, panting as he continued to push his cum deeper in your core. His name coming over and over from your mouth, your body shaking uncontrollably under his unrelenting touch.

After spending himself completely he finally decreased his pace, moving his hands to wrap you in an intimate embrace allowing you to melt against him. Littering your neck and shoulders with kisses while pulling his softening cock out, making you moan at the feeling of wetness dribbling down your thighs. He fell back onto the ground letting you turn and climb on top of him, returning all his kisses along the underside of his jawline then resting your head on his heaving chest.

"Commander?" You asked.

"Erwin." He corrected, eyes closed already dozing off.

"Erwin, I can't feel my legs again." You told him.

That information roused him from his sleep enough to share a soft laugh with you as he wrapped an arm over your shoulder.

"I'd love to carry back to the fort in the morning." He responded

"Oh, you'd love to?" You inquired.

"So I could carry you all the way to my bedroom." He clarified, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"We should probably worry about getting out of here before you start making plans." You teased, pulling the cape over your bodies before you froze again.

"Worry about that in the morning." He sighed. "We'll be just fine staying here together for tonight."

Outside the storm had died down though the sun had set a while ago leaving everything pitch black save for light of the campfire that was smoldering out. Not to worry, you didn't need the fire anymore. Perfectly secure in Erwin's arms drifting to sleep, bodies tangled together nearly becoming one sharing warmth until the sun came up.

[wasurenagusaa]

“scar tissue” by rhcp for levi :)

ive been MEANING to write post war body worship actually<3 for like months so this is perfect.

//afab!tall!reader, subby Levi, body worship, impact play (we slap levi's cock), oral (m!receiving), creampie (f!receiving), verry brief anal play, praise | 3.0k

You wring the fluffy towel through Levi’s soppy hair, taking great pleasure in the way his eyes and nose scrunch. He grunts in protest.

"You're rough." He swats at your wrists. “Ugh, it’s gonna puff up if you keep on, idiot.”

“Exactly.”

You stop only after a good job done, then dip your head and kiss the puckered worry line off his brow. While he pretends to be annoyed some more, he swaddles you in another towel. Drying off is just as routine as showering together. It's always his knee that's the problem, and today, he can stand it, literally, even with as long as you took your time. Your pruned fingers are evidence.

You kiss his small nose next, then his cheek. One more. Three.

“You know you’re kissing the ugly side, right?” he retorts.

It’s worth almost nothing informing Levi he’s beautiful, but even he’s learned to appreciate his older age, you think—the crows’ feet hugging the side of his eyes, the grey sprouting up at his scalp, the lines around his mouth. It is to be appreciated you both made it to now in the first place. It’s his scars that bother him, a side effect of giving his mind, body, and soul to the war for all those years. The permanent reminders.

You press your lips above the permanent slit in his eyebrow. Then his eyes flutter closed as you kiss his eyelid. Beneath, his iris has been reduced to an unnaturally pale, milky silver.

You follow down, tracking with your lips to the cleft in his plump lips.

"Stop that," he mumbles. For a moment he goes on his toes and seizes complete control of the kiss. Like a fight for dominance. His hands squeeze your waist, and trace your curves. Everything in stark contrast to what he just said.

“Love your ‘ugliness’,” you taunt when you can get a word in, speckling kisses to his other cheek and the three jagged indents there.

"Tch... No."

"Yes." As you nip at his neck, he soon gives in a little, and turns his head to give you more room to lay down wet, warm kisses. You trace the thin, pale scar below his adam’s apple with the tip of your tongue, and feel him shiver.

"I don't get why."

"Too bad."

With a hard sigh, he rubs your hair affectionately and raises his bad leg a little, intertwining it with the back of your knee. A signal he can’t remain standing for much longer.

His toned muscles from back then have been replaced with softer, thicker rolls. You take great pleasure in sinking your palms into his thighs as you lift him up and onto the marble counter. A small scoff leaves him when you do this—despite the little gasp that comes right before it.

“What’re you up to?” he remarks, suspicious.

“Kissing you.” You take one of his pink nipples between your thumb and forefinger and tug gently as you speckle kisses to his biceps to the scars there.

“Huh… This is a lot, even for you.”

His teeth hook into his bottom lip as you rub and flick his nipple, at the same time kissing somewhere stupid. You lathe the circular, rough scar at the bend of his elbow with your tongue. From all the times he was hooked up to a saline drip, when he was in the hospital.

“You’re just so gorgeous, I can’t help it.” You bat your lashes at him, dotting his forearms in kisses now. Pale and discolored circles like bright full moons make up most of them here. Random dark hairs tickle your nose. The most Levi has ever told you about the strange patterns to them was that they were burns, “lessons”, and that he hates them. He didn't ever say that of his scars—they're just a part of him. That changed since.

His breath hitches as you flick his nipple to pointy hardness. His grip randomly closes on your wrist. Firm, but unmoving. Like it's too much, but he wants more.

“Fuck,” he says in a small voice, squirming now. His towel remains loosely draped over his shoulders like a shawl, but you have the best view of his soft muscles, his figure, the hairs trailing down his navel that end between his wide thighs, his pretty cock getting harder.

"Hm." You drag your lips down to his wrist, and the roughness all over the pads of his long fingers. The roughness has worn away some, leaving the thick callouses patchy in places. Most reverent kisses are saved for the stumps, what used to be his second knuckles on his middle and index finger.

He's gone quiet—no more complaining—which you take to mean to keep going. It's not often he can stand much attention like this.

As you kiss his palm, he affectionately brushes your cheek with the backs of his knuckles.

You squeeze the slight softness beside his hips, his love handles, and then lift his arms up, licking at a particular spot. The sharp blot under his bicep. You speckles kisses to the lines of fading indents from several years of the ODM strapped to his body.

“So so pretty…”

"Shut up..." He spreads his thighs to give you more room, a heated whine slipping out as you quit teasing for once—with your lips latched to his nipple, you hollow your cheeks.

“More,” he whispers sharply.

“Touch your pretty cock,” you say, voice honeyed. It’s small but round and swollen, standing stiffly against his pelvis now. A sticky gleam dribbling down his tip says everything.

His hooded grey eyes implore you. "Need..."

“Slowly.”

His head tips back and his hips lift as his fist closes on it. "Mm..." He flicks his wrist and tugs, as you ordered him, slowly.

“Does that feel good?” You touch his chin, tilting his head back even more. You hear him swallow. “Do you feel as good as I do watching you?”

He whimpers. "Y... Maybe."

You nudge the towel off his shoulders and spy the reflection of his back in the mirror, the way the muscles ripple when he shifts his shoulderblades. The scars you see there, you stroke.

An idea sprouts in your mind—about the mirror.

But for now, you fall down to your knees, and pick up his bony ankles to worship his feet. Pink, discolored scarring clings to the backs of his ankles—from poor-fitting shoes when he was much younger. You can tell from sight alone the way they used to bleed. He always deserved better than what he got.

These days, you want to compensate for all his misery, even if you never can make up for it, for him.

His fist slows. “Are you serious—c’mon.”

His leg instinctively tenses as you touch the gnarled, disfigured tissue and bone at his right knee. "I told you, I'm kissing you."

And you do just that.

You receive a needy mewl in response as his good hand leaves his cock, and in your peripheral, fondles his firm, heavy balls. "Fuck you."

“Does it hurt, baby?” You caress the sides of his round thighs.

“It’s sensitive,” he murmurs back. “And a pretty big turn-off, if you weren't aware.”

“Ohh, you’re talking like that again? No more of this”—you pry his hand off his balls—“Focus on me now. Giving you what you deserve.”

A sharp, heated sigh leaves him as you squeeze his good knee. “You're so cheesy.”

“Mhm.” Your fist closes on his tip, massaging his slit rapidly and forcing a moan from his chest. His eyes squeeze shut.

"Fuck, fuck..." His hips buck up and his jaw slackens to compensate for his sudden panting.

“Watch.”

“Ugh…” he groans, and pries his eyes open.

"That's better."

"Fuck you..."

Your hand comes down hard on his cock, causing his whole body to lurch. Pain immediately turns to pleasure as you stroke again the next second.

"Shit—!"

"Say sorry." Eyes narrowed on his flustered face, you stroke and tug down to watch it slap his navel again, over and over. The trimmed trail of dark hairs is quickly spotted in sticky white cum. "You hurt my feelings."

"Fine... I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You're—You're pushing it."

You hum. “Am I? You’re so hard. I think you actually love this.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, can’t…” he groans. “Touch—fucking use your mouth, fucking something.”

“First of all, who’s gorgeous right now?”

"You," he replies, no hesitation.

With a scoff, you lazily tap his slit, watching his hips jerk with every touch. A rich blush stretches down his neck now, and the tips of his ears.

“Who’s my pretty boy? My good boy?”

“‘m not a dog,” he bitches, protesting one last time before you take him by the balls, squeezing to the point of pain and a hard gasp. “Shit, agh—”

“Again. Who’s my beautiful, gorgeous baby?”

His eyes squeeze tightly shut, and mumbles something you can’t make out.

“Say it so I can hear you. Beautiful, and so kind, so strong. With the cutest cock," you giggle. "You sound so pretty. Look at you…”

“I…” He breathes. “I—I am?”

“Mhm…” Victory. You touch your lips to his cock, sucking his tip to reward him.

A thick, satisfied moan falls off his lips, now that you're giving him what he needs. In more ways than one, you think.

“Such a… good boy,” you purr, licking thick, sticky cum off his dick between your words. “But I think you need another lesson.”

Levi sighs weakly. As if on cue, his cock throbs and strains. “Don’t… Don’t make me talk any more.”

"I won't."

His hazy eyes are glittering and pinched almost shut when you look up. You've embarrassed him. You know that, in all seriousness outside this moment, how hard saying I am alone (even as a question) was for him. You want to make him feel good, is really all.

“But I’m not finished yet.”

It seems like after his body grew softer, he got lighter. You volunteer to carry him so he doesn’t have to use his knee the short distance to the spacious bedroom closet—that’s the reason you used, anyway. He clings on, one knee bent behind your back, both feeling his stomach light with embarrassment and affection break over his chest inside as you approach your destination.

You let him down and guide him to kneel in front of the closet’s mirror. It’s full-length, and wide enough for you both to fit in frame. He’s been tense from the moment his reflection appeared.

He ignores himself, instead staring up at you with naked uncertainty. “What’re we doing?”

“One second, baby.”

His shoulders hunch, pushing up his soft pecs. He doesn’t even realize how pretty he is.

You disappear just briefly to retrieve a blanket made of the softest cotton on the carpeted floor, which you lay out.

He grunts in approval. The texture is much more forgiving on his knees.

You kneel and lean in, but he kisses you first (he lands slightly off but then quickly rights himself), grabbing for any part of you he can reach as his heavy tongue licks past your parted lips.

You hum, which dissolves into a moan as his palms land on your tits, first just to appreciate their warm, supple weight. Now that he can get his hands on you, he gives you no room to pivot the attention back to him.

By his shoulders, you put him in a proper sitting position on his bottom with his legs spread out, forcing you both apart.

“What’re you—”

You turn around with one last cheeky smile, and slot your knees outside his hips, your pussy hovering in front of his cock.

Then he understands. He braces your hips while you squirm to get comfortable in a tight kneel, back bent. You’re but a side-piece for his reflection as far as you’re concerned.

“Look at you,” he huffs briskly. “You really expect me to stare at myself when I have a view like this?”

You paid so much attention to him for so long, a thick moan bursts from your chest as his palm loosely strokes your pussy, soaking, gooey and soft. His chest lifts. Even your inner thighs are wet.

With his good hand, he spreads your ass, his thumb flirting with your much tighter hole just briefly.

“Y-Yes,” you breathe. “You watch.” Somehow you give no room for argument.

He scissors your swollen clit as he spies himself in the mirror, but more importantly the way your knuckles curl in the blanket and your jaw dropping. A sharp gasp causes your chest to heave up and down. Fuck, you need him.

“Please,” you murmur.

He understands. If this is that important to you, then he really can’t help but do it.

“Okay,” he says softly.

Your thighs squeeze his flanks, bracing yourself as he lathers his cock from your soft, glistening pussy, getting it soaked.

“I could do so much more for you,” he murmurs.

“This time, appreciating your own view is everything to me.” You wet your lips. “You don’t have to believe me… maybe you just can’t, but I want you to try and see what I see.”

His previous reservations melt away before your eyes, replaced with a new resolve. He takes a breath to brace himself for how good your pussy will feel but it still isn’t enough to stop a guttural moan from falling off his lips as his cock effortlessly slides and disappears into a sea of silky soft heat. The way you’re kneeling for him, all he has to do is snap his hips for his balls to slap against your pussy. His bottom half explodes with lust at the noise you make, it bounces off the walls.

“Fuck, you feel so”—his breath hitches—“always so good. How're you... this wet?"

"You."

You moan in sync as your walls grip him, and the suctioning motions hug his cock. He grips your hips tight and rocks his hips, letting you adjust. His eyes instinctively fall shut.

“Watch,” you remind him breathlessly. “Open your fucking eyes and look at yourself. Perfect, Lev’.”

He does so, and watches his flustered features tighten, and his abdominals visibly flex as he pumps in firm, shallow smacks. His eyes naturally stray to you—he has to put in real effort not to cringe at the sight of himself.

But then, it’s uncanny, his usual disgusting disfigurement glowing pink, glazed by pleasure. He can’t maintain eye contact but in short bursts, his eyes flickering to your slackened expression, and your reflection instead, and the cum glistening his cock every time it firmly appears and disappears inside.

You gasp as his cock grinds deep inside, little shivers jolting your frame. “God—god, ‘Vi!”

A small, sweet, ah falls off his open mouth. So warm and buttery inside. You sound so pretty, and your voice so imploring he makes effort to do as you ask—he watches himself fucking you.

“Faster. Jus’—don’t look at me. Look how gorgeous, when you fuck me so good.”

“Just faster?” His hips piston at a pace that that gets so deep inside you shout. His fingertips dig into your hips to compensate for the feeling that he isn’t giving you enough attention right now.

But he admits, to himself at least, it’s fucking hot. He didn’t know, though he’d always feel it, how red he got in the face when your thirsty cunt swallows in his cock like this. You’re so fucking perfect—the hitched, erotic moans falling off your lips sound almost as good as the blunt squelching, and his heavy balls slapping your pussy.

He just—can’t process that he’s gorgeous or beautiful or those other words you always use, but he appreciates it more from this brand new perspective.

He catches his teeth hooked into his now swollen bottom lip, red from biting. His tightening jaw when he throbs deep inside.

“Lev’, Levi Levi… Levi…!”

He watches his mouth move. “Hah… Yeah? Getting close?” His eyes shut. “Say my name again.”

“Levi, fuck.”

“Ah, yeah, lemme hear it—just like that. Mm…” Reluctantly, his eyes pinch open. “You’re always so fucking noisy when I fuck you. Don’t stop.”

“Oh, Levi—”

The way his abdomen visibly tenses, and his toes fucking curl. As your needy voice bleeds into your rising gasps, two fingers rake your clit. His attention pulled in so many places has him incidentally watch when a moan escapes his parted lips. It’s way too fucking much combined with the shout you let out when your cunt grips tight, and your back bends into the tightest arch. “Fuck, fuck, Levi!”

Your sweet moans are enough to make his cock throb deep inside, pleasure like fire enveloping him down to his bones.

You’re panting, “Watch, mmm—oh god you look, fuck, pretty…”

“Shit,” he hisses. “‘m gonna come—”

“Good fucking boy.”

He gasps. “Please, shit—”

It hits him hard—hurls him completely out of his body. His hips lurch, his eyes still pried open. A flare of embarrassment joins his climax as his jaw drops, and he sees the way his face slackens when it crashes over him.

He snaps his hips in brutal slams as he fills up your pussy with liquid heat, each smack punctuated by a guttural moan. It’s just so fucking erotic—it’s been a while since he came even this hard, with what you always do to him.

Your nails rake the carpet at the feeling of his cum filling you up. “Come so hard, baby…”

He whimpers as he slows, then stills to an exhausted stop. His head hangs and his knees slump as the afterglow settles deep in his bones. His knee aches somewhat, but nowhere near bad. He leans back on one hand to remain upright.

His softened, wet cock slips out of you. He strokes your hip. “Fuck… c’mere.”

With a sigh, you raise yourself back up and crawl on top. A soft, satisfied sigh leaves his chest as your hands card through his hair, gently scratching, and he gets to kiss your lips again. He’s not eager to lay even on a blanket on the floor, but finds himself subdued by you anyway. You end up laying out with your head laid on his soft chest, him swaddling you to him, quiet.

He won’t say you changed his mind. You didn’t—what his body is now will ever be a part of him he can be properly proud of. But he sees how you see him now. And that’s enough to make him more comfortable living in his own skin from now on.

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Levi x reader where him and some other scouts or what not go to the readers farm which is huge and when they come they see her in like a cottage dress tending to animals and Levi thinks she looks so lovely taking care of like baby ducks and tending her flowers so later on when the others are inside eating the reader goes out back to get more flowers and Levi follows her and confesses and they kiss them like a random goat interrupts the moment

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The farmer

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Canon AU, romance, fluff, love, first kiss, becoming a couple, sweet.

Concept: Levi takes the scouts to work on a farm. Levi has been friends with you for a few months and regularly visits you to help out. Levi's fallen for you and is hoping to confess on this trip. Later on, Levi takes the opportunity to confess his feelings to you.

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Levi could feel a headache coming on as Eren and Jean shouted at each other. He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned in frustration, but then everything washed away when he saw you in your summer dress with a cute little apron holding a basket with ducklings in.

Levi hurried past his scouts and right up to you. He said your name excitedly and blushed when you smiled back at him. "Morning."

You giggled. "Morning Levi. Good to see the scouts back. You ready to get to work?"

"Yes." He looked down at the ducklings. "Cute."

You hummed a laugh. "These lot escaped their momma, so I'm taking them back. They're little rascals." You looked over at the young scouts. "Hello again. So, today I have a few plans for you. Move the hay for the horses, clean up the horses and I need you to help me make a new gardening spot."

Levi watched the scouts run to get what was needed before speaking to you. "What are you growing?"

You blushed a little. "Tea."

"I hope I get to try some."

You hummed a laugh. "You'll be the first to get a batch."

Levi looked down at the ducklings and caught one trying to escape. "Tch, they're like the scouts."

You laughed as Levi held the little one. "They are little terrors sometimes, I swear."

He walked with you. "H-How have you been?"

"Great. I've missed you. It's been a week, right?"

He blushed at your words. "Yeah." He stopped by the duck pen with you. "I missed you too."

You leaned over and placed the ducklings in the pen. "I'm glad."

Levi stared at you and found his eyes slowly moving to your ample chest. He shivered at your breasts threatening to spill out of your dress. He blushed when you caught him staring. He placed the duckling down in the pen and stumbled back.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "S-So uh, are you dating?"

You walked over to Levi. "Nope. No one wants me." You hummed a laugh. "Or word has got out that the great Captain Levi keeps visiting me."

"Am I that scary?"

You hummed. "A little."

He hurried after you. "Am I scary to you?"

You opened your door. "No. You bring me comfort." You walked to your kitchen and cleaned your hands. "I'll make the kids some food and drink."

Levi blushed. "I'll keep an eye on them." He waved to you before leaving and saw his team working hard. "Tch, oi Connie? Focus." He moved hay around and spotted Sasha working the hardest. "Good work Sasha."

Sasha grinned. "Thank you, Captain. I love working on farms, so this is fun for me."

"I'm glad." He kept working when the kids had a break. He smiled as they all set up their camping things ready to rest later. He slipped away and made his way to find you in the flower garden. "You free?"

You nodded as you plucked the last flower. "Indeed I am."

"What are you doing?"

You handed him some lavender. "I'm gathering something for you."

He blushed. "Me?"

You nodded. "You worry me."

"I do?"

You lightly touched under his eyes. "You clearly don't sleep or rest. It makes me worry."

He ran his hands over your hips as he felt courage fill him. "May I kiss you?"

Your eyes widened at Levi's sweet request. You nodded shyly. "Yes. I would love nothing more."

Levi leaned closer. "Forgive me, but this is my first kiss. I will try not to disappoint you."

You tangled your fingers in his hair and giggled. "You won't disappoint me. Allow me to lead."

He nodded. "Yes."

You pressed your lips against Levi's to find his were warm and plump. You hummed against his lips as he leaned into the kiss. Levi felt like he was melting under your touch. He had always thought about kissing you but actually doing it was far better than thinking about it. He gripped you tightly and pressed into the kiss. He licked your lip as he thought about moving his tongue with yours.

You parted your lips and accepted Levi's tongue. You moved your tongues together and felt the shyness from Levi turn into eagerness. He gripped you tightly but jumped at a little sound next to you. He stumbled when his leg was hit.

Levi looked down at a small goat. "What in the fuck?"

You giggled. "Eddy! You naughty boy. Sorry, Levi. He gets very possessive of me."

"Well, he's going to have to put up with me being here."

You grinned. "Yeah, he is."

Levi locked eyes with you. "Can we kiss again?"

You nodded. "I'd love that."

[wasurenagusaa]

39 with Levi x reader???? Have fun with who walks in on them, hahahahaha.

aI hope you enjoy this!

Kinky prompt list

Warnings;

39.) caught in the act

Muffled gasps and noises travel through the empty hallway. It was just after curfew for the the scouts and had snuck out to see your secret love. Levi Ackerman had you pushed up against the wall as he kissed you passionately. 

A thug brought up from the underground by your father. Yes, your father is Erwin Smith, he had told you to be aware of him. You always told him you were careful, since you were a soldier yourself.

You always caught glances of him every now and then, you had to admit he was handsome. He couldn’t be that bad if he was willing to become a soldier. You never really spoke to him except after a gruesome day.

When his two friends had died, he had changed and you could see it. Eventually he came to you one day wanting to talk and open up. So you listened, your friendship blossomed, which then turned romantic.

You feared that if your father found out he would break you up, so you kept it secret. Stolen kisses when no one was looking, lingering touches, and longing looks. Whenever your father would have a trip to the capital, it was your time with Levi. You would rush to his office just to jump into his arms. 

Tonight however, neither of you could wait. You met up in the hallway which turned into a steamy make out session. His knee between your legs as his lips grazed your neck. 

“L-levi wait..we’ll get caught“ you gasped as he pulled you closer to him by the waist 

“Then lets...go...“ he pulled you off the wall and lead you down the hall to his bedroom. Shutting the door he take his jacket off as your unbutton your shirt, leaving a trail of clothes to his room connected to his office. He looked up to see you in nothing but panties, giving him a seductive look over your shoulder.

He walks behind you and caresses your skin before he picks you up and throws you on to your bed. You were both needy for each other so you both skip the foreplay and got right into it. Panting, moaning, skin slapping, it was all so erotic it only made you want him more. This was already your second round as he rammed into you. Your calves rest on his shoulders as your fingers intertwine.

“L-Levi..” you mewl

He loves to see your face contour in pleasure all caused by him

“That’s it princess...cum over daddy’s cock” he said as one of his hands glides down your body to your Bundle of nerves and starts to rub

“Oh Levi! Please!” You cry out seeing stars from the pleasure he was giving you. His thrusts became messy and fast as he felt his high coming. Just as he gave you his final powerful thrusts into your g-spot the door swung open. The embarrassing part was that the person opened exactly when you moaned.

“Levi!”

“Damn it look away!” He barked at whoever was at the door while he covered you up. He doesn’t care if you were caught but he did care if they saw you.

“I always knew you two had something but I didn’t think you had gotten this far already.” Groans the voice and you knew exactly who it was

Your father....great

“I’ll give you both 5 minutes..” he simply said taking his leave

You both sigh and sit up. You frantically get dressed as Levi calles you multiple time

“Y/N”

“...” nothing

“Y/N”

“.....” he put his boxers on and went to you and held your arm to look at himself you had tears in your eyes

“Hey, what’s going on talk to me”

“I-.” Your voice cracked and tears fell

“Take your time” he encouraged you

“I don’t want him..to break..us up” you admited. Wiping your tears away he kissed your head. He picked up your shirt

“Here get dressed I’ll talk to him”

Outside

“What is it?” He said in his usual tone

“You should have come to me first instead of sneak around with my daughter” he stated “on top of that you both...how long?” He asked

“....6 months” Levi answered “look, she’s terrified, right now she was crying in there beacsue she was afraid you’d split us up. I screwed up, not her...do whatever make her happy” he said with his arms crossed

After getting dressed you walk out wiping the tear tracks on your face

“Y/N..” Erwin spoke

“Yes dad?”

“I won’t split you up but I need you to talk to me more alright?” He spoke softly to you and you nodded giving him a hug “...and also lock your doors”

“Daaad!!”

I hope this was okay anon!❤️

[wasurenagusaa]

What if levi caught petra talking shit to y/n and saying that y/n doesnt deserve y/n or some shit. So levi fucks y/n in a room where he knows petra will hear XD

warnings: slightly exhibitionism, smut, marking, possessive!levi

“She such a bitch.”

Levi stops in his steps at hearing the venom in Petra’s voice. He isn’t one for gossip, but he is human, a creature born with curiosity. He stills his training, sweat dripping down his forehead as he turns his ear towards her while still practicing his swings.

“Like, who does she think she is? She thinks she’s all that just because she’s got Captain in her bed.”

Levi’s blood runs cold.

“And, honestly,” Petra lowers her voice, but it’s just loud enough for Levi to catch. “I don’t know what she’s got that I don’t. She doesn’t deserve him, that’s all I’m saying.”

It takes every bit of control in Levi to not swing his blades at Petra.

Luckily, Levi is a patient man. He knows when to wait.

...

“Levi!”

You’re crying so loud, gasping and squealing with every bounce you take on his cock. It’s almost as loud as the squelching of your slick cunt, squeezing and dripping arousal all over Levi’s lower torso. Your hand moves to slap over your mouth, but Levi is quick to grab your wrists, using his grip on both to leverage his thrusts upwards.

“Mmm, Levi, someone’s- ah! Someone’s gonna hear us.”

You whimper, biting your lip to desperately shut up but you’re just too loud, your pussy is too loud, whining with every drag of Levi’s cock, the tip squishing right up against your cervix.

“Don’t care.” He huffs out, distracted.

It’s all messy— you’d think it’s all too much for Levi, but he’s hypnotized, watching with wide eyes at where the two of you meet. His favorite thing to do is watch how he splits you, his thumb moving to part your folds and press right up on your clit.

And that’s when you scream.

“Oh- God, Levi, c-cumming!”

You practically topple over at the force of it, hands reaching out to grip his biceps in attempt to stay in place. Levi’s busy pounding you right through it, groaning about how pretty you look cumming for him, his good girl.

His, his, his.

Hopefully Petra the next wall over can hear him taking his claim.

And even if she doesn’t, she’ll see the artful purple splotches that litter your neck and jaw during training tomorrow— Levi will be sure of it.

He’s an Ackerman after all. They protect what they claim.

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[wasurenagusaa]

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 — 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ this is a dark fic! smut ( minors dni ), fem!marleyan!reader, noncon ( and eventual dubcon ), virgin!reiner, gagging, size kink, noncon oral sex ( f! ), lots of manhandling, overstimulation ( him ), noncon creampie and dubcon breeding mention, tension between marleyan & eldian obviously, spoilers for late s3 / early s4, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ originally posted on 01.01.2023. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ unholy by hey violet

he was watching you again.

it seemed like he always was. quietly ogling from the corner. you knew, of course, and every now and then, you would cut him a glare that seemed to burn right through him. the furrow in your brows brought forth the memory of a soreness in his jaw, that he discreetly reached up to rub with the back of his hand— the sensation of your fist making direct contact with it wrenched to the forefront of his mind. you’d decked him, hard enough to dislocate it, because you’d woken up to find one hand inching up under your shirt. he hadn’t been able to control the urge to touch you any longer, and although his fingers had not made it far above your belly button, he’d paid for their misdeeds severely: first the punch from you, and then a savage beating dealt from the hands of your peers— Marleyan soldiers.

but maybe he was lucky.

had he been any other Eldian, anyone of lower ranking, he would’ve been beaten to death for touching you. but did that stop him from wanting you so bad it tortured him? did that stop him from thinking about you late at night, from gripping the sheets of his bed so tight in one hand and himself in the other, whispering your name under his breath and trying his best to imagine it was you wrapped around his hard and desperate cock instead of his fist?

not even for a second.

“Going home,” Zeke announced his presence as he approached, the cherry of a cigarette burning and a dull, gray trail of smoke following him, “are you excited?”

“Yeah.” a pathetic excuse for a reply, actually, but Zeke hadn’t seemed to expect any less. he didn’t bother following Reiner’s eyeline, he already knew where it would lead, and that you were on the end of it. Reiner hadn’t even looked away when Zeke approached, so the War Chief was aware he was deep in his hapless abyss of desire for you.

Zeke sucks on the cigarette, and the end singes furious red as he draws in a deep breath and contemplates the silence between them.

but Reiner wasn’t. he was lost in his thoughts of you. the shape of your body, how effortlessly enticing you were just sitting there with your comrades. that damned unreadable expression you always wore— and that fiery hatred in your eyes when he caught them. did you loathe the weight of his gaze so much? did you feel every ounce of lust he poured into it, tracing each curve of your figure, wishing he could kiss every inch of you? you never held his gaze long, just enough to grimace in disapproval, stare down your nose at him.

it should’ve turned him off completely.

it didn’t.

because Reiner was convinced that, if he could just get you alone, if he could just get his hands on you, he could make you like him. he could rip away that hatred, and replace it with affection.

or, maybe it was just wishful thinking, and he didn’t care to talk himself out of the lie he fed himself because his time was running out and he needed to feel you ( even just once ) before he passed his Titan down.

as if fate was winking her eye at him, you said farewell to your peers and got up from your seat, disappearing behind a closed door. it wasn’t to go to the bunker, he knew that. behind that door was a small room where you spent most of your time— a broad desk in the middle of the room and maps spread out. you were in charge of reading them, marking attack points, rendezvous, and escape points.

and, more often than not, you were alone in there.

Reiner’s hands clenched into fists, and the muscles in his jaw tightened.

Zeke glanced at him, eyebrow quirked, and murmured, “What if I ordered you against it?” Reiner didn’t have to tell Zeke what he planned to do, it was painfully obvious already.

“I would tell you to have me punished for insubordination after we reach home.” Reiner didn’t mince words or intentions, and pushed himself off the wall. this was, quite possibly, the only opportunity he’d have to catch you alone, as he watched the other Marleyans filtering towards their bunks, leaving your little office completely unguarded.

Zeke pondered his response.

Reiner seemed decided already, and he knew that he couldn’t be swayed. so, the chief sighs. “Then, I’ll order you not to get caught this time.” Zeke said, instead. he knew he shouldn’t allow Reiner out of his sight, and especially not to disappear behind that door, but Reiner also wasn’t a child anymore. he wasn’t so easy to control. “I need my Vice Chief alive.”

Reiner blinked, expecting more resistance, but when it wasn’t pressed, he didn’t look at Zeke. he nodded, and crept off, slinking through the shadowy corners until he reached the door.

Reiner slipped inside, but made no real efforts to hide his arrival, staring at your back. you were standing at the desk, both hands on the maps, and you don’t say anything to the intruder. his eyes don’t leave you, hand drifting to the push the lock on the door into place.

“The war’s over.” he mutters, and he watches your shoulders stiffen. you hadn’t expected it to be him, it seems. “You can stop staring at those maps.”

you don’t look back at him, and he uses the opportunity of stealth to reach up and grasp his armband, his marker as an Eldian, and snatch it from his bicep as he approached.

“As long as Eldians exist, there will be other wars.” you spit in return, but your eyes widen only slightly when you hear how close his footsteps have gotten. your heart skips a beat, and you stare at your own fist on the table. “Get out of here.”

“No.”

a lump forms in your throat— he was right behind you. when he whispered it, his breath shifted the hair that rested against your ear, and the heat from his breath sent a shiver up your spine. did he… did he say ‘no’? to a direct order from a Marleyan?

“I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” he added, and you felt the sturdiness of his body against your back; his head dips low, so he can breathe your scent in deep.

your fist flew back towards him as you started to turn to face off with him, but he must’ve been ready for it, because he caught your arm at the wrist and bent it up behind your back until you cry out, “Son of a —!”

your expletive is muffled, and you gag on the taste of cotton. for a moment, you can’t tell what he’s shoved in your mouth, until he cinches it in a tight knot behind your head, pressing his weight on you, and you realize it’s his armband. rage fills your stifled obscenities as you writhe, desperate to get free, and stomp your feet, hoping to catch his toes under your boots. “I didn’t want to do it like this,” he growled in your ear, bringing his knees up into the back of yours, bending you over the tabletop with a rough shove. one, massive fist secures both of your wrists together at the small of your back, “but, I’m almost outta time. And I can’t wait on you to come around, anymore.” the more you wiggle, the harder he squeezes your arms, and you bite down hard on the gag. you were no match for his strength, and you knew that, but your pride wouldn’t be easily broken.

you kicked and flailed as wildly as you could, blindly, screaming slurred and incoherent about all the gruesome, bloody ways you would make him pay for this if he didn’t get off of you, but even that didn’t stop him.

his free hand grasped your belt and the hem of your trousers at once, jerking them down your thighs. leather screamed until it pools with your pants at your ankles, restricting them, and Reiner sucks in a breath behind you. “I really wanted to take my time with you,” he husks, placing his powerful palm on your ass and digging his fingers in, groping rough handfuls. you bite down to push a moan back into your throat, brows furrowed. both of your fists uncurl, and you hook your digits into the waistband of your panties, instead, in a vain attempt to keep him from tearing them off of you. it doesn’t matter; Reiner’s calloused fingers seemed to rip right through the cotton and shred them until they sagged in threads against your thighs. and then, he lets out a low, awed moan, squatting down to stare at your core, inches from it.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of this? Imagined how sweet your pussy must taste?” you shook your head, gurgling in defiance— demanding he not even dare, but it was too late. your fingers push at his forehead, hoping to pry him away, but his mouth was already sealing against your netherlips, suckling on them. you pushed your tongue against the gag to keep yourself from moaning; you couldn’t admit to him how good it felt, especially when his tongue slipped between his lips and flicked your clit to life. the throbbing nerve swells against his tastebuds and he snorts like a beast in rut, lapping at you. his mouth then travels over one ass cheek, sinking his teeth in deep, sucking on the skin to leave his signature on you. you squeak, clenching your legs together, but it hid nothing from his devious mouth. “I’ve never felt a cunt tremble in my mouth before, soak my tongue…” he admitted, panting already as he gets to his feet, “how does it feel having the first and last pussy I’ll ever kiss?” and, then you felt the firmness of a solid cock through the trousers he was working down against your thighs, his mouth finding the back of your neck. “The first and last pussy I’ll ever fuck?”

you squirm underneath his weight, muffled screams of protest hoping to reach outside the door dying in the room you’re trapped in, and before long he grabs hold of the base of his massive cock at its thick base, worming it between your folds until they stretch and slot around the swollen head. you could tell his hands were shaking, his breath ragged and excited against your neck. “You’re wet,” he breathes in awe, and you shake your head, crying out the word ‘no!’ as loud as you could, but it was ultimately a lie. you were dripping, coating the tip of his cock as he rubbed it back and forth against your sex. “Wet enough to take me right now.” the way he said it, with his voice uneven, you knew it wouldn’t matter if you hadn’t been.

he wasn’t giving you a choice, and any preparation was better than none at all.

your palms press flat against his clothed abdomen and you squeal in fervent protest when he jabs his way inside of you— it’s none too gentle and his size is enough to have you coming out of your skin. your walls flutter and scramble to stretch wide enough to allow for the intruder’s rough entry.

it isn’t long before Reiner, grunting and groaning, has fallen into a brutal, greedy rhythm.

crying out, drool soaking the armband digging into the corners of your mouth, you push with your hands, blindly, as hard as you can, to try and push him out, and you squirm atop the table, hoping to wriggle free, but once he’s fully nestled inside, Reiner takes your wrists in each hand. your hands ball into fists again as he uses your arms like levers, pulling your body back to meet the mighty snapping of his hips. each thrust fills you entirely, hard and fast. he’s not saving any energy, or trying to make the sensation last— deprivation has clearly sank into him, and he couldn’t control himself.

“So— so tight,” he moans, nuzzling into your neck, “so warm.. so… fucking… good!” your vice tightens around him when he hits your limit, and his hips stutter; Reiner elicits a broken, gurgling moan that churns your stomach, “Oh, fuck, right there? That’s— that’s what I want— tighten up—!“ shifting with all of his weight bearing down on you, his palms pin your arms to the table, and he pounds that same, sensitive spot relentlessly. his brutality encourages your body to clamp down harder around him, shudder and spasm. you scream and beg him to slow down, but your resolve is weakening, and the screaming is starting to shift into moaning.

no, you didn’t want this.

you didn’t like it.

was he simply breaking your body into submission, and in turn, your mind?

“Close,” he stammered through grinding teeth, “so fucking close.”

for a moment, you mewled; the prominent vein massaging a delicate knot of nerves inside you as he plows against your hips. your eyelids fluttered, and you didn’t hear his warning. his rhythm didn’t change; it remained as cruel as one could be, battering your insides, but that nerve bundle was screaming each time he rammed it. your toes curled in your boots, and you moaned out loud.

and that was when Reiner lost it.

you hadn’t had time to react before he buried himself as deep as he could go, pumping you full of warmth, and you snap out of the pleasure trance too late to utter a disdainful but weak, “Shtp…“ amongst his huffing and puffing. your feet stomp against the floor, but sluggish.

your thighs quaked. your head was spinning. your stomach was tied up in knots. and your walls were trembling and sore from being stretched and abused. but Reiner was still rock hard inside of you. he’d cum, but he was still solid and bulging his shape against your belly.

“I need more.” Reiner grunted, and before you knew it, you were being flipped over. he did it with so much ease that you must’ve weighed nothing at all to the brute, and somehow managed to keep his cock deep inside of you. the breath is knocked from your lungs when your back makes contact with the desk, and your head rolls to one side, as if admitting your defeat. you didn’t want to look at him— you knew if you took one look at his red cheeks, or saw the sparkling sweat against his temple, or even caught a glimpse at his eyes, pupils blown out until they’re all black, you would want him. “Fucking you once was never going to be enough.” his hips were already rocking again, finding a deep, hard rhythm, and his own release frosts his length and dribbles out from your core when he retracts, then squelches when he drills his way back inside. both of his hands flee to his own body first, making short work of the buttons on his shirt before he peels it off of himself, and it flutters to puddle at his feet.

when his hands found you again, he started by pushing your legs open and down against the table, but when he saw that you weren’t going to fight him, he released them, and you kept them spread for him to violate you however he wanted. “Good… Good girl…” he panted, one hand reaching up to grab your face and turn it back to him. this time, you did make eye contact, and you moaned through the gag when you saw the pleasure you were giving him on his face, “Take it, just take it for me.” his fist wraps around the armband and he yanks it down, leaving you sputtering and puffing. “You want it, now, don’t you?”

for a moment, you just glare at him, or try to, but your eyes are becoming harder and harder to keep open. Reiner caresses your cheek, possibly tracing the irritation caused by how tight he’d tied the gag, but the gentleness of his touch was a startling juxtaposition to just how fervently he fucked into you. he was staring into your eyes, too, combatting the ferocity you tried to pour with pure adoration, the kind that must’ve even diluted his mind.

you didn’t answer, and he didn’t seem to care either way, because his hand travels south over your heaving breasts and down to your cunt, strumming experimentally. you pant, your eyes averting from his when he finds your engorged clit and presses the rough pad of his thumb on it to rub it hard. you couldn’t stifle your moans anymore, no matter how hard you tried, and let them punctuate each, maddening slam of his body into yours. your eyes trained on the muscles in his arms, veins bulging, everything pulled taut like a rubber band ready to snap. you wanted to reach down and push his hand away from your bud, the sensations overwhelming you, but decided against it. he’d overpowered you in every aspect of the word so far, you might as well take the role of the weaker, helpless one. your hands lay up near your head, backs of them resting against the table, and your legs were splayed wide, cramping from the position, and you whimpered. your back arched when his thumb pushed in just the right way, and you knew he’d rip an orgasm out of you if he didn’t ease up.

and he didn’t.

when he felt you pulse, when he saw your back arch, he rubbed more furiously in the same spot, and pistoned his powerful hips until you were babbling and squirming and coming undone on his cock, and he was panting and gripping your hip with his free hand, murmuring about how beautiful you were and how much he’s always wanted this.

his second climax wasn’t far behind yours, and he traded his fingers pinching your clit for both hands gripping your hips and pulling them to meet his reckless fucking. “I love you,” he panted when he was right on the cusp. “I love you so fucking much.” and somehow, even though lust might’ve been puppeteering him, you believed it. Reiner was obsessed with you, infatuated, since before he left for Paradis Island, and now he was finally getting to force that obsession on to you. with no more resistance. no one there to stop him or beat him for laying his hands on you.

it was only after he’d pinned you to the table with his whole weight that he whispered in your ear, “I want to give you babies.” your eyes widened at that, “I want to see your belly swell, and I want to know that you’ll bear my children, it’ll make giving over my Titan easier…” a couple of deep, slow pumps and he’s filled you once more, this time the excess spurts out around his base and dribbles down his thighs, too, as he moans and pulls back, to smother your mouth in a sloppy, needy kiss.

you should’ve turned your head, pushed him off and told him that you would rather die than birth and Eldian bastard, but you didn’t do any of those things. because you weren’t entirely sure if that was true anymore.