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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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

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

pairing: eren jaeger x reader x jean kirschstein

wc: 6.5k

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

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

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

Jean should definitely not be here.

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

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

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

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

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

“Jean, don’t stop. Feels good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what did I say?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Jean, please–”

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, I want–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But–”

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

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

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

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

“Can she take it? Both of us?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I just–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Show me how bad you want it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Going out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein x you #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x you #theragethatisdesire

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 1 year

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"Let's find out together, then"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Chuuya finding his s/OC’s sex toy(s)? 👁-👁" ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Headcanons + Scenario

Warnings: Bondage, Handcuffs, NSFW content MDNI

Word Count: 0.7K

A/n: Hehe~~

§ Chuuya... He is always respectful toward your privacy. Never pokes his nose in your business unless he senses that you need protection, so the only way for him to find your toys is you asking him to go through your things.

§ Let's go with this scenario. You're at work and you need something, so you ask Chuuya to go to your house and bring it to you, completely forgetting about the risk of him finding that exclusive collection of yours; and Chuuya, being the perfect boyfriend he is, decides to help his pretty, kinky girlfriend out.

§ Chuuya searches everywhere, but won't find the thing you wanted. Not wanting to miss a spot, he also takes a look at the under of your bed. There isn't that thing he was looking for, but a medium sized red box. A box that has a block ribbon on top of it, tempting Chuuya to go against his morals and take a look at your personal belongings... And boy was that a fine decision.

§ He finally brings you what you want but the look on his face? It's... different. Weird. Smug. Dangerous. Exciting. And that can be said for his words.

"Come home soon tonight. We need to... talk"

§ He doesn't really mean it tho. You won't be talking much. If degradation and loud moans doesn't count hehe~ But that sentence is scary as we're all aware of, so you're kinda anxious until you finally get home. When you go inside the bedroom where he's waiting for you, the smile he's wearing half assures you, until you lay eyes on a particular box of course. A familiar, bloody box.

§ Well, FUCK.

§ "Ah... that's... that's not mine..."

§ Chuuya shakes his head and raises one of his eyebrows (which makes him look a 1000 times sexier), his grin not leaving his face, but getting even bigger.

"Is that so?" "Yeah! I- I don't even know how they work!?"

§ That's when he slowly starts taking his gloves off while his gaze is piercing through your fucking heart, pulling the black ribbon to unravel the box with his bare hands.

§ "If that's the case... Let's find out together then, hmm?"

§ It's... gonna be a long night. Also good luck :>

You gasp as you feel the vibrator on your clit again, struggling to escape from the touch but Chuuya's grasp on you is tight, as if the handcuffs imprisoning your hands weren't enough. You can't see him- the fucking blindfold is getting in the way, but his hot breath burning you neck is emphasizing his presence, and that he's still not willing to stop.

"You've got quite the collection here, Sweetheart. I wonder why you never brought them up though"

His tongue wanders on your skin, licking the shell of your ear as he pushes the toy inside you, delighted by how you squirm on his lap, but never actually try to scape. He knows you can feel his hardened cock tangled in his pants, and he likes it that even though you're already fucked up, you try to rub yourself against his erection; but that has to wait for now. It's still the beginning of the night and there are many more toys in the box waiting to get their turn of exploring through your wet, gummy walls.

Chuuya bites your neck softly, on that particular spot he knows will make your mind go numb, and lightly spanks your ass. He's not angry but you should be more honest with him, and he hopes you'll be after tonight.

"You're so dirty, Baby girl. Not that I will mind though, not at all. I'm just impressed of how hard you were trying to hide these. You thought I would find it quirky, didn't you? I thought that we trusted each other enough to open up... But it's ok, people make mistakes; yet you can't run away from your punishment. So stop shaking around so much Gorgeous; hang in there a little bit and then maybe I'll give you the real thing afterwards. How's the sound of that?"

That... is definitely something worth waiting, and you do have all night, don't you?

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the-black-birb · 4 years

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ahh hi ! congrats on 600 omg, that’s such an amazing milestone !! do u think I could get some first time nsfw hcs for kuroo, oiwawa and kageyama? like it’s their s/o’s first time aha, I think I worded that kinda weird I’m sorry alsklssn

Mmm i love first time stories bc they can be dorky and cute!! Nsfw warning <3 also sorry these are very long

Kuroo Tetsurou

Before your relationship, Kuroo has had one other serious partner so he kind of knows the drill

When you to started getting really heated with your make outs and you told him you were a virgin he was completely cool with that! He wanted to make sure the two of you took your time so you'd never feel uncomfortable

You two do plenty of things before sex. You give him handjobs, he eats you out, you help each other get relief

But you haven't gone all the way yet, until the night after a comp

You didn't know if it was the adrenaline rush of winning that had him pumped, or the way he looked playing that had you shifting in your seat, but you two were all over each other

Nekoma was staying at a hotel, the boys were rooming in groups of three. Somehow kuroo convinced yaku and kai to stay with the 2nd years so you and him could have alone time (he has to take them for ramen to make up for it)

Neither of you expected it to escalate. You were all over each other, you straddling his waist and his hands flush over your skin, pushing your shirt up

But you were certain this would just end when you got too nervous about the boys one room away from you

Wrong. Absolutely wrong.

You were grinding against him hard, breaths shallow, getting lost in the heat of the moment

"I-" you choked out in between breaths. "I want you inside me."

Kuroo stopped to stare at you. "Are you sure? Y'know the guys are right there-"

"We'll just be quiet then," you cut him off with a kiss.

Kuroo wasted no time in shedding his clothes, you followed suit

It was only then you realized you'd never seen him fully naked before. You'd gotten him off, but usally his pants stayed on (or at least his shirt did)

Kuroo in his naked glory. Wooh. That was a lot to take in. And the way his eyes looked at you, drinking you up, you felt heat pooling in your core

Ever the gentleman, Kuroo wanted to prep you first (he was impressive). He uses his fingers, making sure to stretch you out nicely

Probably makes you orgasm just on his fingers so he can tease you about it later

And the whole time he's doing it you've got your hands clamped tightly over your mouth, trying to keep quiet. Kuroo delighted in the way your chest heaved and your neck tensed as you swallowed back moans

Once your prepped, he asks you one more time if you're certain you want to lose your virginity at a hotel in the middle of nowhere with his teammates on the other side.

You do, and he wastes no time in entering you (he had condoms with him just in case something like this happened)

He enters you slowly, giving you time to adjust

He likes sex rough and fast, but he knows right know is about you. Once he bottoms out and knows your good, he rocks himself back and forth slowly and gently

His cock is long, so even his little motions have you convulsing with pleasure

But as soon as you adjust, Kuroo starts to speed up. He can't help it, his patience and self control is thin

He's bucking into you fast when you come, but he's focused on riding out his own orgasm

There isn't much he can do for aftercare without the two of you being found out, so he just texts Yaku asking if they'd be able to stay in the 2nd years room for longer than planned

Yaku is like "yeah we can all tell you were going at it please shut up"

No one questions why you're limping the next day

Oikawa Tooru

I don't think Oikawa sleeps around, but he's definitely had a fuck buddy or two, as well as exclusive relationships

Safe to say, he's far more experienced out of the two of you

You're a little intimidated by it, but he assures you he wants nothing more than to treat you right

So with Oikawa you have to tell him when you're ready to have sex

When you do, he plans everything out. Gets his parents out of the house, sets the mood with candles and incense and everything and spoils you silly

Oikawa is a switch, but he likes to be a whiney sub. That being said, you need him right now and he intends to show you how much he can help

Is absolutely a giver. Worships your body, doesn't leave a single inch of skin un-kissed

His lips are all over you, your neck and breasts and stomach and thighs- everywhere

He doesn't leave marks (yet) because he wants to be loving and caring and for you to remeber your first time sweetly

When he finally sees you starting to relax under his touch and loosen up, he starts pressing kisses closer and closer to your core

Eats you out, and he is damn good at it. Eats you out like your pussy is the last meal he'll get to eat and, damn, he is trying to savor it

When you've come for the second time and you're whiney and needy, cheeks wet with tears, only then will he finally fuck you

Probably has flavored condoms, idk why i just need to include that

Oikawa has incredible self control, so he takes his pace incredibly slow. He's pushing into you slowly, and when he's finally all the way in his thrusts are long

The feeling of him inside you lingers, even as he backs away, and has you gasping for more

But even as you're cumming around his cock and squeezing him so damn well he doesn't waver

He keeps his pace slow and consistent, so much so you're going crazy

Praises you as he does it. "You're taking me so well, baby." "You feel so good, love." His words fill you with just as much pleasure as his actions

Doesn't make much noise until he finally comes, at which point he just lets out a low grumble. Frankly, it's uncharacteristic of him but he's doing all he can to keep the attention on you

King of aftercare. Runs you a bath, massages your muslces, and keeps asking you if you're alright

"Was that okay? Are you tired?" He's so insistent you're rolling your eyes

"I dunno, Tooru, I think we'll have to try again to make sure," you say lazily, still tired out from the multiple orgasms he ripped from you

Oikawa just smiles, running an arm up and down your side. "Let's rest for now, love. We can go again in the morning."

You hold him to his word.

Kageyama Tobio

Listen if you havent had sex yet, Kageyama definitely hasn't either

So you're both virgins, you're both clueless, and it ends up being kind of funny

Unlike Oikawa and Kuroo who both know to have a conversation before sex you and Kags are both flustered and confused

It was a pretty typical weekend, your parents weren't home so Kags came over to watch a movie. The two of you got into a heated makeout (again, fairly typical at this point) and as you were adjusting how you were sitting, kags hands tight around your waist and yours flush over his neck, you accidentally push onto his crotch

And Kageyama groans. Loudly. As in, he throws his headback and lets out a noise from the bottom of his chest

You freeze. He's never done that before. Soon, you notice the growing erection in his pants and you, very much a virgin, have no idea what to do

So the two of you sit there in silence, staring at each other, neither of you sure how to talk about this

"Should we-" "Did you-"

...

"I mean-" "we could-"

Finally you've had enough and you burst, going "are we about to have sex?"

And Kageyama is sitting there, straining against his pants like, "um, if you want?" bc he doesn't know how to explain exactly how eager he is although it's certainly almost obvious

"D-do you have condoms?"

Of course not. Neither of you were prepared for this. But if there's a day to lose your virginity, you'd much rather it be a weekend that your parents are out and you can take all the time you want

So you rush to the newest corner store to pick up condoms (but you're embarassed so you buy a bunch of snacks and sneak them in) and leave Kageyama sitting in your bed, with an erection

And Kags is there sitting there thinking "just wait for her to come back, she'll be back soon. Just distract yourself" and he tries to put the movie back on or think about volleyball or anything to calm his raging boner but then he thinks about you again and it all comes crashing back down

By the time you get back to your house, he's red and sweating all over and damn his pants are straining around his cock (he's a grower)

And you'd like to do everything you can to help him, really, but you're still absolutely confident so you walk into the room and go "uh, I've got condoms?"

And Kags is trying not to touch himself before you got there but as soon as he sees you he's feral

"Fuck [Y/N] come here-" and he's pulling you on top of him and ravishing you with his lips

As much as Kags wants to dominate you, he's feeling awfully needy right now so you end up doing all the work, stripping both of you of your clothes while Kageyama admires you and lays kisses all over your collarbone and chest

Finally you get to the underwear and you look at him one last time, settled between his thighs with your face dangerously close to his crotch and go "are you sure, Tobio?" with your big doe eyes

Kageyama thought he was about to cream himself in his boxers right there

He didn't, though, instead insisting you just get on with it and you did, popping out his cock (wincing, slightly, because you've never been this close to a penis and damn they're kinda...ugly...) and rolling a condom onto it

The first condom tore bc you didn't know what you were doing but fortunately you had a whole box to spare

And finally (Kags cannot stress this enough: finally) the both of you are ready (you haven't done much foreplay bc neither of you realized that's an option)

You end up riding him bc Kageyama just wants relief and he's gotten choked up with how hard he's gotten

And while it'd be magnificent to say the penetration was euphoric and you felt yourself fill up so well, it's also unrealistic

You just feel weird with something lodged between your legs. You're not really sure how it's supposed to feel so you just start moving

As it starts to feel good, Kags is bucking up into you at the same time and, fuck, it's just starting to get good-

And Kags cums. It's over way too fast and you've barely even gotten any pleasure but what did you expect?

Kageyama wants to apologize for not being better (even as he's sweating, hair plastered to his forehead and breath shallow and fuck thats hot) but you're just rubbing soothing circles over his shoulders

"It's fine, baby, we'll just have to practice more."

Well, he won't mind that

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ahkaahshi · 4 years

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exploration [sakusa kiyoomi x reader]

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem reader

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, light degradation, dirty talk, mean-ish?? then nice dom sakusa, rough sex, orgasm denial, being stimulated in public, swearing

word count: 2.9k

overview: you wanna try new things. some of them work and some of them don’t, but it’s all a learning experience.

notes: yall my heart just went 🥺 soft sakusa 🥺 yet again (I'm rlly weak for him obviously I have no issue admitting it) but I wanted to give him a lil edge too ya feel? I rlly banged this out with my last two braincells so I hope you enjoy :)

As you wander around the large, open space in the elegant, modern art museum, heels clicking against the cold, concrete floor, your (e/c) eyes drift from one painting to the next. The steady, gentle rhythm of some, ethereal lounge music echoes around the room just under the hum of conversations taking place nearby. Though they’re speaking of things mostly foreign to you, since they’re members of a much higher society than that in which you live, you can’t help but find yourself somewhat entertained by the gossip you hear circulating amongst the women as they chat over a few too many cocktails.

Spending the evening perusing expensive artwork in such a luxurious venue, wearing a dress you hope looks fancy enough while you rub shoulders with the elite is definitely not a normal occasion in your day to day life. However, with your boyfriend’s constantly climbing popularity as a professional athlete, his name was starting to show up on more of the guest lists to exclusive events such as this exclusive art showcase you find yourself at now. While it’s interesting--to an extent--you do find yourself growing bored from time to time. Earlier, your beloved’s teammates had been around to entertain you, but they’d since left to help themselves to the open bar.

Not even moments after you let out a soft sigh and readjust the strap of your dress on your shoulder, you feel a familiar vibration emanate from deep inside of you. The intensity and location of the sensation make one hand fly to your mouth to stifle a small squeal that escapes your throat while the other grips the chiffon of your dress’s skirt. Turning away from the few gazes that have fastened on you at your reaction to what seems like absolutely nothing, you look through the doorway into the next room to see your boyfriend watching you with rapt attention.

His hand is buried in the pocket of his sleek, black trousers, thumb resting atop the button of the remote he’s using to make the vibrator nestled inside of you jump to life. With the way he’s been using your desire to do more exploration in terms of kinks and sexual fantasies to keep you on the brink of an orgasm all night long, you’re starting to regret suggesting the idea of a bullet vibrator earlier today. By this point, your panties are uncomfortably wet and you’re on the verge of getting on your knees in front of the event’s other patrons and begging him to fuck you.

You’ve been holding yourself together the entire evening, even keeping your drink from spilling when he decided to turn it on right as the bartender handed it off to you, but you’ve had enough now. You figure you’ve been good enough for him to reward you, since you haven’t complained once or let on to the dirty game the two of you were playing to see who caved first and asked to go home. You don’t mind letting him win this round, since you know you’ll get what you want either way.

As nonchalantly as you can when your core is abuzz with stimulation and your stomach is clenching from the sensation, you make quick strides across the room to where he’s standing. He seems to sense what you’re about to ask him, so he turns off the vibrator and places his hand on the small of your back when you arrive at his side.

“Kiyoomi,” you whine softly, running your fingertips along the soft material of his crisp, button-up shirt he’s wearing beneath a suit jacket.

He raises a dark eyebrow at you and hums questioningly in response, waiting for you to admit defeat.

As much as you don’t want to say it, in this case, you’ll have to put your pride aside to get what you want. Reminding yourself that you’ll find a way to have your fun with him in return at a later point in time gives you some comfort as you move your head closer to his ear.

“Can we go home, baby?” you ask in a demure tone.

“Hmm? Why would you want to do that, (f/n)?” he wonders, his hand remaining annoyingly still where it rests against the back of your dress.

You refrain from letting out a sound of disapproval at his coy attitude, since you know anything you say can and will be held against you in the bedroom in this game you’re playing. Instead, you whisper, “So you can take this tiny, little thing out of me and stuff me with your big cock instead.”

That does it. His fingers grip your waist on their way to meet yours so he can interlace them and lead you back to the entrance of the museum. His teammates urge him to stay and have a few drinks with them, but he’s quick to wave them off and make a hasty exit.

When Bokuto tries to follow the two of you to persuade you to stay, Atsumu grabs his arm and puts his attempt to a halt by hissing, “The man's on a mission ta get fucked, dude. Let ‘im go.”

To that, the tall, white and black-haired man whistles lowly, nods, and heads back to the bar with his teammate for another shot.

You and Sakusa are quick to locate his car, and he unlocks it with a chirp so you can both slide into your respective seats. Before fastening your seatbelt, you lean over towards him to steal a few, long-awaited kisses from his lips that he returns with fervor, giving you a glimpse of the impatience that had apparently been dwelling within him all night long. When you run your hand over the bulge in his pants, though, he’s quick to retreat from your affection and stick his key in the ignition.

“Omi,” you cry softly, brows furrowing and lower lip protruding with dismay. With the way your core is on fire at the moment, you want nothing more than for him to at least give you some relief in the car. The fifteen minutes it’ll take for you to get home are going to be painstaking at this rate.

His dark eyes flick over to you, narrowed ever so slightly with irritation as he responds, “Being a brat isn’t going to get you what you want.” The two of you lock eyes for a long moment in a silent battle for dominance before you relent, sit back, and buckle in your seatbelt. “Good girl.”

Your body warms at the praise, and grows even hotter when he slides his hand over onto your thigh after reversing out of the parking spot and shifting back into drive. His focus doesn’t leave the street ahead as his fingers find the slit in your skirt and navigate the short stretch of skin between its peak and your valley. Instinctively, you grasp his wrist to guide him closer to your underwear, but he stops.

“Don’t touch me while I'm driving, princess,” is the firm command he utters that makes you release your grip, “You’ll distract me.”

Your fingers dig into the smooth, leather seats as you try your best to restrain yourself, but each stoplight you hit makes you squeeze your thighs together with impatience, trapping his hand between your supple skin. Since he can see how desperate you are, he prods at your clit through your soaked panties, eliciting a gentle moan from you. With the way you've been waiting for him to touch you all night, anything you can get from him feels amazing.

Though he’s being silent, he’s trying his best to contain himself at hearing the pretty sounds slipping out of your mouth and feeling how wet you are. He didn’t realize quite how worked up you were until now.

“Baby, I want more,” you utter after no more than just a few, short minutes of toying with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He scoffs, “I’m not giving you more. Can't have my leather seats getting ruined by you making a mess when you cum, dirty girl.”

You clench around the slim vibrator at his words and groan when he withdraws his fingers from between your legs. Thankfully, you can see your neighborhood come into view, and he's parking outside your house before you know it. Anticipation sends another painful throb through your walls as you unbuckle your seatbelt, dart out of the car, and hurry towards the front door.

Sakusa seems to be in less of a rush, though, since he takes his time opening the door, removing his shoes, and loosening the tie around his throat. Your tugging at his arm to lead him towards the bedroom only earns you a warning glance, so you wait a few, painfully long seconds for him to finish what he’s doing. Your patience is quickly rewarded, though, when he guides you into the room, yanks down the zipper on your dress, and pushes you onto the bed.

His lips crash against yours as you sling your arms over his shoulders to bring his body down towards yours. Each of his kisses are deep, passionate, and add more fuel to the fire that’s been burning between your legs. Feeling needier than ever, you hastily undo the buttons on his shirt while he unclasps your bra and rids you of your panties in a flash. He swallows the loud moan you release when his fingers slide into your weeping pussy to retrieve the vibrator that’s been lodged inside of you the entire night.

Your hips buck against his fingers as they slide out of you, removing the small device and tossing it aside, so he allows you a sliver of relief by rubbing his fingers coated in your essence against your clit. He watches your expressions of pleasure and the way your muscles twitch as you chase the high you’ve been after all night. The sight of you with your face flushed and eyelids squeezed shut as your lips part to utter more delightful sounds of pleasure makes his erection throb painfully in his pants.

“You poor thing,” he coos, removing his fingers from between your legs, “So desperate to get fucked. Take my pants off and I'll let you cum on my cock since you’ve been a good girl all night, but not until I say so.”

In your hazy state of mind, you reach for his belt, unbuckle it, and set to work undoing his pants. He slides his shirt off before discarding his trousers and littering your neck with more kisses as he slowly inches closer to you. You exhale breathily when you feel him slide the head of his dick from your clit down to your entrance, teasing you by remaining just outside.

“Kiyoomi!” you complain in a moment of sexual frustration, “I don’t wanna wait anymore.”

To this he responds harshly, “Quit whining like a little brat or else I'll fuck your mouth instead so I don’t have to listen to you.”

He sees a look of shock pass over your features like a dark storm cloud drifting in front of the sun, and he worries for an instant that he’s overstepped a boundary. But, to his relief, you rest your head back against the soft covers and breathe, “I'm sorry, baby.”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises in a much gentler tone and places a peck against your sternum before lifting your hips up towards his.

A drawn-out moan spills out of your mouth as he pushes his cock inside of you, giving you the sensation of being full that you’ve so desperately been craving all evening. His gaze remains on yours, and you watch the subtle crinkle of his nose and twitch of the moles above his eyebrow that always accompany a low groan of satisfaction during moments like these. After he’s bottomed out, he allows you a moment to breathe before he begins thrusting into you rather roughly.

Any words you want to say you’re unable to form as he indulges your tight pussy, spreading your legs further with his hand so he can reach deeper and deeper inside you with each snap of his hips against yours. “Well?” he goads, his hot breath fanning across your neck and ear when he moves his head there so he can latch onto your tender skin with his teeth, “Let me hear you, baby. Now.”

You mewl loudly at the sensation of him sucking on your neck in combination with his cock hitting your cervix, sending small jolts of pleasure skittering across your skin like electricity. “Faster, please!” you manage to squeak as your hands move onto his back, fingertips pressing into his muscles, which ripple with every thrust inside of you. His skin feels unbearably hot against yours, causing beads of sweat to form on your bodies.

He obliges your request and picks up his pace until all you’re able to do is let your head roll back and moan unintelligible words while he attacks the sensitive skin on your throat. Every grunt he utters sends tingles down your spine, and you can hear his breathing become more labored whenever he starts succumbing to the satisfaction he’s reaping from being sheathed in your velvety walls while they clench deliciously around him.

Following a particularly rough thrust that nearly has you seeing stars, he mentions, “You were being so expressive about your desires earlier, princess, but you can’t even speak now? Nothing shuts you up quite like having my cock deep in your pussy, huh?” You nod in agreement, since you’re not able to form any coherent words as you rock your body against his.

After a few minutes, you feel the pressure you’ve been holding in your stomach all night long threaten to loosen up, and you whimper, since you’re right on the edge of the orgasm you’ve been waiting too long to experience. Sakusa notices the anguish etched into your features when he takes a pause from decorating your neck with love bites, and rubs your clit with precise movements, targeting your most sensitive spot.

“Cum for me like the good girl you are, princess.”

His husky command pushes you over the edge, and you cry out with ecstasy as you pull him closer to you and buck your hips against him feverishly. The feeling of your pussy pulsating around him bring him to his orgasm faster than expected, and a stream of curse words and praises fall from his mouth onto your ears. He knows you’re on birth control, so he finishes while nestled deep within your core, painting your walls with his release.

The sensation isn't one you’re used to feeling, since he often opts to pull out anyway, but you enjoy coming down from your high while he’s still inside you. Feeling that you’re still connected in the vulnerable moments that follow your sex sessions brings you a sense of comfort you didn’t know you’d been craving.

Once you’ve had some time to regain your breath, he withdraws from you and presses a gentle kiss against your lips. “How was that?” he asks as he lays down beside you and grabs a few tissues to clean up the fluids seeping out of you, onto the duvet.

“Great,” you hum softly, “I enjoyed it. How did it feel for you?”

A look of concern crosses his features as he discards the used tissues in a nearby trashcan. When he turns back to face you, he brushes a few strands of hair away from your eyes and comments, “I’d prefer not to treat you like that.”

“Baby, I know how much you care about me. You’re not hurting my feelings; it’s just roleplaying.” A short pause in your conversation ensues as he contemplates your words while you run your fingers along his neck and jaw. “Would you be open to trying it again, maybe, or was it just not for you?”

“I just don’t feel comfortable speaking to you in that way. I didn’t like calling you a dirty girl or saying that I was gonna fuck your mouth. Seeing your face when I said that nearly made me stop.”

Upon noticing the uncertainty flickering in his dark gaze, you gently coax him to bring his face closer to yours by lightly pressing your fingers against the back of his neck. You then close the gap between your lips once more with a long kiss that you hope communicates to him at least a sliver of the immense amount of love you have for him. His hand cups the side of your face when you pull away, making you smile.

“It’s okay. We won’t do it again if it makes you uncomfortable,” you reassure him, “But will you call me a good girl and take control like that more often? I think I enjoyed that part the most.”

He nods, sending a ripple through the dark sea of waves atop his head, and presses another kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, Kiyoomi,” you utter when he pulls away.

“I love you too, (f/n). Let’s go in the shower now.”

You let out a low murmur of disagreement and pull him closer to you so that his warm body's hovering over yours once more. Giving him a playful tug on his lower lip with your teeth, you mention, “You made me wait too long tonight for one time to be enough, baby.”

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dedications: this work is dedicated to the lovely @ohbyunhunn :) I hope you enjoy since you were havin a rough day ❤️ thanks for listening to all my whack ideas n supporting me anyway bb 😌

#fran writes hq!!#ahkaahshi gets wild #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu!!#sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu x reader #x reader #reader insert #haikyuu #hq!!#anime #manga #sakusa smut #haikyuu smut #tw: degradation

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comradekatara · 4 years

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Can we hear more of your thoughts on katara as the leader of the southern water tribe?

pretty much immediately after zuko’s coronation, katara makes the executive decision to never set foot in the fire nation again. (she eventually does return on occasion, but exclusively for diplomatic purposes. if zuko wants to see her, he can bring his ass to the south pole.) she’s sick of traveling the world. she misses her family.

when she returns home, she is greeted by her tribe, and almost immediately she’s like, “hey look what i can do!” and erects a giant functioning fountain in the middle of their tiny, war-torn hamlet. with sokka’s help, they design and build an entire infrastructure, constructing a new city reminiscent of their tribe’s pre-war glory, while also using more innovative methods to accommodate non-benders, seeing as katara is still their sole bender (and non-benders deserve equal accessibility regardless).

eventually, word that katara has returned home reaches the northern water tribe, and women who were banned from learning advanced bending make the trek to the south pole, where katara is more than happy to teach them. that said, she is furious that the northern water tribe won’t. if she had assumed that one fight was enough to settle sexism, she was of course mistaken. just because one individual proves herself doesn’t mean that pakku and the rest of the council of crusty old men are just going to shift their entire worldview. so she goes up there and fights for it.

katara has unique power and a commanding voice, and she uses it to implement change in her society. she refuses to live under patriarchy, and though she is “just a teenage girl,” she has proven herself as one of the most powerful people in the world, and even the most stubborn members of the southern water tribe are compelled to listen.

under katara’s tireless efforts, it takes only a matter of years for the southern water tribe to be a thriving society once more. (it helps that whenever she feels like it, she writes to zuko, “send me money bitch,” and he is obligated to comply.) but when sokka states that katara will soon officially take over as chief (a notion which feels incredibly obvious to him) katara’s like “wait what?”

the idea of being chief bemuses katara, because if she’s in charge, how is she supposed to rebel against the establishment? sokka’s like “well there would be no need to rebel if the establishment was actually good,” but katara refuses to listen to him. then aang and zuko basically just tell her the exact same thing, and she’s like “yeah okay sounds legit.”

as chief, she makes sure to listen to every single member of the tribe who wants to make their voice heard. she holds frequent town hall meetings where everyone voices their complaints and she responds to each of them (they take forever and sokka thinks it’s horrendous). she also personally responds to all her letters, and has open office hours every week. she knows everyone by name and eschews all formalities whenever she can. when zuko visits and bears witness to this he is shocked that she has yet to drop dead from exhaustion, but katara is all, “what, like it’s hard?”

and of course, she is also their resident healer, construction worker, and waterbending teacher. by the time korra is ready to start training with her (which is about three years old, mind you) katara is like “shit, i’m old as balls,” and decides to just teach korra full-time (and maybe do some healing on the side). after all, she has many wonderful proteges who can pass on the art of waterbending to the next generation. korra, on the other hand, quickly proves a full-time job.

which is fine with katara, because she adores korra. how could she possibly fault korra for being strong-willed and in awe of her own power? korra loves the art of bending almost as much as she loves the thrill of fighting, and katara also just loves how loud and kinda bratty she is. she’s strong, and she knows it, and she takes no shit. and whenever korra, who loves katara far more than she reveres her (which is a nice breath of fresh air for katara, who has gotten used to being treated like a living legend instead of a human person), yells at katara, katara need only remind herself that this shit is what sokka put up with their entire childhoods, and she can’t find it in herself to be mad at korra at all.

ultimately, katara’s legacy in the world was concentrated but deeply, deeply impactful. after inciting global revolution, she realized that she deserved to go home, at which point she completely rebuilt and reshaped the southern water tribe – not just physically, but culturally too. she became the world’s greatest waterbender at fourteen and passed along her mastery to countless pupils, most of whom were women. she showed the world a new way to lead, and inspired rebellions among those who felt they deserved change. and she played a key role in shaping two different avatars’ legacies as well. who else can say the same?

#katara #oh my god sorry this took me a month lmaooo #anyway i just. love katara so much #asks #3-ducks-in-a-trenchcoat #katara&korra #korra #katara&sokka #katara&zuko #postwargaang

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darkverrmin · 4 years

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Do You Like It? Pt. 2

Link to Part 1:

warning: people saying mean stuff to Jaskier, mentions of homophobia, light smut.

They walked out of the tavern and turned to a narrow path, shaded by trees. Jaskier chattered about nothing in particular and Geralt found his voice soothing. Their shoulders occasionally brushed by accident and it sent shivers down Geralt’s spine. Geralt sneaked glances at Jaskier when he thought the bard wasn’t paying attention. The Witcher still couldn’t calm himself about how good Jaskier looked with that black eyeliner and the unbuttoned shirt, revealing his chest hair. It was an odd mix of masculinity and femininity that sent a wave of arousal through Geralt’s body. When Jaskier caught him looking and smiled at him, Geralt imagined himself pushing Jaskier against a tree and kissing him breathless. But in reality, Geralt averted his gaze to the ground, his face hard and impassive.

They walked like that for half an hour, Jaskier talking and Geralt deep in his thoughts. They were already close to the inn when they passed a group of five men, leaning against a fallen tree trunk and talking loudly. Geralt glanced at them briefly, looking for any signs of danger. He instinctively took a step closer to Jaskier, ready to drag him away if anything went wrong. The men stared at them, but didn’t make any moves.

Just as they passed the group, a drunken voice called them from behind.

“Hey, pretty! My friend here is wondering how much you take for a blowjob!”

They stopped. The men burst out in loud laughter. Geralt felt a wave of rage washing over him. Jaskier turned at the offender, regarding him with a dismissive look, before rolling his eyes and turning away. “Such clever words from such a clever man. Let’s go” he addressed Geralt, resuming their walk.

“Hey! I’m talking to you! The twink with the makeup! Why won’t you come over here and we show you how a real man looks like!”. The men laughed again and someone whistled. Geralt glanced at Jaskier who raised his eyes to the sky, his expression showing exasperation and half-amusement. “Thank you, dear” he threw over his shoulder “But I like my men a little less thick headed”.

Some of the men laughed again and Geralt noticed from the corner of his eye that the offender launched in their direction, his face furious. “What was that, you little fucking-”

Geralt turned on his heels to grab the man, but he was too late. Jaskier gave him a firm kick in the groin, sending him to the ground howling. The other men jumped to their feet and one of them tried to grab Jaskier by the throat, only to be punched in the face by Geralt. Geralt shielded Jaskier with his body and growled at the men. One of them took a step backwards, whispering to the others “shit, it’s that damned Witcher”. The others lowered their fists and weapons, slowly backing away.

The offender stumbled back to his feet and tried to slip away from them. Geralt grabbed him firmly by the collar of his shirt and pushed him back to the ground again. The man tried to get up, but Geralt stepped on his shoulder, causing him to yelp in pain.

“Geralt!” Jaskier was staring at the scene with wide eyes. “Geralt, it’s not worth it!”. But the Wicther wasn’t listening to him. He pressed his boot harder against the man’s shoulder, causing him to groan.

“Apologize” Geralt growled. The man turned his head to look at Jaskier, blinking rapidly. “I-I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”. Geralt turned his head to look at Jaskier. “Do you accept his apology?”

Jaskier looked at Geralt before looking back at the man on the ground and nodding. “Yeah, I do”. Geralt stepped away from the man, still glaring. “You’re pathetic” the Witcher snarled. “And about being a man... You can be sure that he’s ten times more of a man than all of you will ever be, combined”. Jaskier almost gaped at those words, remaining silent.

Geralt walked away, shouldering past Jaskier. “Let’s go”.

Jaskier stared at the man who stumbled to his feet for another second, before turning away and following Geralt into the dark.

***

Geralt walked at a fast pace, his fists clenched at his sides. Jaskier caught up with him quickly, walking beside him and looking at him worryingly.

“Geralt”.

No response.

“Geralt, please slow down”.

Geralt ignored him, continuing at the same pace. Jaskier jumped in front of him, grabbing him by the arms. Jaskier’s forehead bumped painfully against the Witcher’s nose.

“Ahh, fuck” Jaskier groaned, rubbing his face. “Sorry”. The Witcher dropped his hand from his nose, still glaring. “What, Jaskier”.

Jaskier sighed, tilting his head to look into Geralt’s eyes. Geralt felt something stirring in his chest. Jaskier sighed, dropping his gaze to the ground. “I just wanted to say thank you, for what you did back there… And also, I’m sorry”.

Geralt blinked at him. “What the fuck are you sorry for?”

Jaskier still wasn’t looking at him. “Should’ve kept my mouth shut. Ignored him”.

“He was calling you a whore”.

“Well, it was kind of expected”.

Geralt blinked again, exasperated. “What?”

“I knew I might get shit from people if I walk around looking like this”

“That doesn’t make it okay for someone to speak to you that way”. Geralt paused, sighing quietly. “You know that, right?”

Jaskier shrugged, looking at the buttons of Geralt’s shirt. He realized he was still standing very close to the Witcher, so he took a step back. “I guess” he mumbled.

Geralt tilted his head to the side, incredulous. “You guess?”

Jaskier shrugged again. “I guess I’m just used to it”. When Geralt didn’t respond, Jaskier continued speaking. “I got a lot of shit like that when I was a child. And a teenager. Even in Oxenfurt. Playing the lute isn’t exactly considered popular among young men”. Jaskier paused, sighing and scratching at his cheek. “Neither does being with other men”.

Geralt gulped. “Being with other men?”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “Being. Sleeping. Yes, I sleep with men, too. Want me to spell it out for you? I think you understood me well the first time”.

“I didn’t know that” Geralt muttered quietly. He felt a knot of anxiety tying itself in his stomach.

Jaskier chuckled. “Well, I wasn’t exactly exclusive about it. But I thought you figured it out by yourself already”.

“No”.

“Right. Um, okay. Well, um, now you know. Hope it doesn’t change your opinion about me”.

Geralt sighed, getting angry again. “Why would it change my opinion about you?”

“I don’t know” Jaskier’s voice sounded small and Geralt immediately regretted raising his voice at him. “You aren’t exactly easy to read, Geralt. I was worried you’d think something bad of me because of the makeup”.

“It looks good on you”. The words came out of his mouth before he realized what he said.

Jaskier gaped at him. And then his face lit up. “Huh. Wow. Thank you. Sorry, caught me a little off guard there... Unless you’re lying”.

Geralt rolled his eyes. “I’m not lying, Jaskier”. Geralt met Jaskier’s gaze, who was looking at him softly. Geralt felt his heart hammering against his ribcage.

“That’s very sweet of you, Geralt”.

“You don’t need my confirmation to wear something you like”.

“I know, but it’s still nice to hear. Especially from you”. If Geralt had looked away in that moment, he wouldn’t notice Jaskier’s gaze flickering momentarily to his lips. But he didn’t.

Realization struck Geralt hard at that moment. Jaskier liked men. Jaskier was staring at him softly, calling him sweet. Jaskier was looking at his lips.

Geralt stopped thinking as he walked over to Jaskier. He went with his gut. Jaskier slowly uncrossed his arms, dropping them to the sides of his body. He stared at Geralt with raised eyebrows, but didn’t move an inch, when Geralt stopped right in front of him.

Feeling brave and stupid, Geralt slowly raised his hands to cup Jaskier’s cheeks. Jaskier closed his eyes momentarily, leaning into the touch. He opened them again, staring at Geralt with expectation. Geralt hummed softly, stroking Jaskier’s cheek with his thumb.

“I lied” The Witcher murmured, leaning in closer, his lips almost touching Jaskier’s. Jaskier let his eyes fall half closed, parting his lips slightly. “About?” Jaskier whispered.

Geralt looked at his lips before looking back to his eyes. He moved one hand from Jaskier’s cheek up to his hair, fingers tangling themselves in the soft, brown locks. Jaskier sighed quietly in pleasure.

Geralt titled his head to the side, his nose brushing against Jaskier's. “I don’t think you look only good like this. I think you look beautiful”. Jaskier closed his eyes and leaned in, brushing his lips softly against Geralt’s. Geralt responded by gently catching Jaskier’s lower lip in his mouth, sucking on it lightly. Jaskier pressed his body against Geralt’s, tangling his fingers in the Witcher’s long hair and tugging lightly.

Geralt was sure at this point that he was dreaming.

He licked at Jaskier’s lips and Jaskier parted them, allowing Geralt’s tongue to explore his mouth. When Geralt’s tongue met his, Jaskier moaned into the kiss and the sound of it drove Geralt crazy. He slowly walked Jaskier back, pressing him against a nearby rock. Jaskier responded by sitting on top of it and wrapping his legs around the Wicther’s thighs, pulling him even closer. Geralt groaned into Jaskier’s mouth as their erections pressed together. Jaskier started to feverishly unbutton Geralt’s shirt, his hands slipping over the Witcher’s broad chest. Geralt responded by gripping Jaskier’s ass and grinding against him.

“Fuck,” Jaskier gasped. “I want you. Here. Right now. On the grass”.

Geralt chuckled low in his throat, moving down to kiss Jaskier’s neck. “Not here. Too dangerous”.

“I am not waiting all the way back to the inn, Geralt”.

“Why not? It will give us something to expect for, once we arrive”.

Jaskier pouted at him and Geralt looked up and felt his heart melting. He stood up straight, leaning his forehead against Jaskier’s, his eyes boring into his. Jaskier chuckled, sneaking an arm under the Wicther’s shirt and stroking his hip bone. The touch made Geralt visibly shiver.

“I should’ve worn makeup a long time ago” Jaskier murmured with a smile.

Geralt rolled his eyes fondly, kissing Jaskier again. He pulled away momentarily to say “You’re a fool to think that this is just because of the makeup”.

He gave Jaskier’s ass a firm squeeze, causing him to gasp into his mouth.

“You. Me. My bed at the inn. Now”.

(to be continued!)

#geraskier #geralt/jaskier #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #gerald #jaskier #witcher netflix #geralt the witcher #witcher #the witcher #julian alfred pankratz #geralt #geralt × dandelion #dandellion #dandelion #geralt z rivii

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i-did · 3 years

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Do you think trans Neil fics are just a way for people to enforce more heteronormativity into Andriels relationship? From what I’ve seen it just seems like an excuse for writers to feminise Neil more which is really harmful to trans male stereotypes. Not to mention the smut seems like an excuse to write about penis/vagina sex. Idk if I’m overthinking this but it’s the feeling I get and I’d appreciate someone else’s perspective on it

I think the fact that the vast majority of trans representation in fics is smut is pretty telling. I also am unfortunately nosey and back when I still read smut (I rarely do these days, it just makes me feel bad these days instead, haha) I would check out the author, and they were often women, presumably or openly cis since Fandom is an overwhelmingly (but not exclusively) AFAB space.

So far all the trans men I've personally spoken to have mentioned that they can't read any trans fics and actually actively avoid them.

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There is also the discussion of language and misgendering of genitals in smut fics, as well as how differently the characters (who are being written as trans) become. Trans andrew fics are dominated by smut as well as writing him as a bottom and very sexual and ... okay I genuinely can't think of another word for this besides "cockslut" so sorry about the informality of language. But they wrote him as a cockslut, and same as neil. Trans men can be tops, and often are because of bottom dysphoria, and anal is still a thing trans men can enjoy, anyone can.

We have a pretty good idea how andrew and neil act during sexual acts together since we are shown andrew jerking neil off and andrew sucking neil off in the books. So when because they're afab they suddenly act very different during sex it can be... suspicious.

Its also important to discuss language used during smut fics as well as what is included and what isn't. Often chests are mentioned, not so often with top surgery in mind, and body hair isn't. Trans men on testosterone are very aware of their body hair and how it has changed, and usually proud of it. I think even a passing remark about how one of them (pre or post op) would have chest hair or a happy trail would be good to mention, when happy trails are often mentioned in cis smut but omitted in trans smut.

Also when having sex with a trans person (yes speaking from experience) it is best to openly and honestly discuss what they are comfortable with and what language they like. Consent is always important to be discussed and when/if your partner has dysphoria that is another element to be considered and discussed. Some trans women get dysphoric about anal, some don't, some trans men keep a shirt on some don't some people keep their socks on some people like some words that others don't. Its best to assume someone doesn't have a misgendering kink! Its not that common and all kinks should be discussed beforehand anyway. Dirty talk should also be discussed, what words are good to use vs not.

A lot of the language see in ftm trans smut (because there is next to no mtf trans smut) ((not that I think it would be much better but who knows I haven't read it)) refers to the genitals with dirty language associated with women (tits, pussy, cunt, etc) but doesn't mention the trans man's erection, in fact I haven't seen any mention T-cocks/T-dicks. Its also best to assume your partner doesn't like those words and use vague terms unless otherwise stated, using general words such as hole is still hot and also not misgendering their genitals. Some people do not see this as a form of misgendering, but not everyone does and the reason people I've talked to about this (and myself) don't read these fics is because the language makes them uncomfortable so we avoid it all together. (As well as the other problems discussed).

The fact that effects of testosterone are hardly mentioned makes me feel like these fics are more so existing for the often afab non mlm consumers of smut fics who use them as porn to get off to and increase their self insertablility. I'm honestly curious about this psychologically, I know some people don't realize they're trans until moments like this, but I also know fully confident cis and sometimes het women get off to gay porn.

Regardless, obviously writing trans neil is not problematic, and same as writing trans andrew fics. But its important to note how you or the author might have changed the characters canon personalities, presentation, reactions during sex and preferences during sex. And also why there is so much emphasis on sex, when people who are trans are trans not just during sex, but also... when they're not having sex, which is most of the time like everyone else. Its also important to note which one you choose to prefer being trans and why, I know a lot of non Americans who only use the word for binder as a chest binder and not a folder assumed neil was trans until it became apparent he wasn't written with the intention of so, but I've also seen people choose to have neil be trans because they think "trans men are just hotter" and if you're not a trans man,,,, maybe. Don't say that. Because that's fetishizing trans men.

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Whatmack wrote a good fic where neil is trans and its not just a device for smut, in fact its not about his genitals and sex at all, its about WWI and is really good but mind warnings, its called "in flanders fields" i believe.

Also I'm told I'm an overthinker a lot but honestly? My mind is blank a lot of the time lmao. And then when its not blank I'm just... thinking. I don't think I'm an over thinker regardless of what others have told me lmao, I think they just don't realize how often I'm actually just vibing. Also "overthinking" can be good. Analyzing things and what they mean can be important and questioning stuff is also important. Obviously if you're getting anxious than overthinking isn't good and its overwhelming instead, but a little overthinking is good because some times I feel we under think things and don't analyze what they could mean.

When I have a reaction to something or an instinct idea about something I try to assess why. Do I hate Kora? Why? Do I think she's arrogant and unlikable? Or am I actually being misogynistic and potentially colorist against her, and if she were a white male character would i question her personality and actions as much as I do when she's a woc, much less be annoyed by them? (I love Kora, this is just an example lol)

Also sorry I keep answering these like always 3 am my time which means for a lot of you guys its even earlier in the morning, (whats up Australia, New Zealand, Europe, the Philippines, and other awake places)

#ask #fandom psychology #fandom politics #mailob #nsft #osha violation

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gallickingun · 4 years

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From the 410 smut prompts, could I please request a drabble with 40 & 331 for Pro-Hero Shouto and fem interviewer? Thank you!

PAIRING: Pro Hero!Shouto x Interviewer Fem!Reader RATINGS: M/E+ WARNINGS: oral sex WORD COUNT: 1.6k+

PROMPTS: 40: “I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.” 331: “If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

request from THIS prompt list - prompt fill sentences will look like this.

Interviewing Pro Heroes wasn’t an easy job. There were the wild ones, like Ground Zero or Grand, but there were also the kind ones, such as Red Riot or Froppy. Each of them balanced one another out.

However, there had been one Pro Hero you couldn’t quite make out just yet – Shouto.

He was the one you were responsible for interviewing nearly every time after a battle or intervention, and he gave you hardly any information each time. It was just a simple nod of his head, a one liner, and then he’d retreat back to the squad car to take them off somewhere else to do paperwork.

“Hell, Shouto,” you grumble one day at a conference, the mic hidden underneath the top of your dress easily spotted by his careful eyes, “Can I just get one sound bite?”

The Todoroki-san chuckles, readjusting so his hands rest at his belt loops, “Apologies. I’m not used to doing interviews in a tuxedo.”

“Are you ever used to interviews?” you ask him, relaxing against the punch table. “Because even if I’m not trying to spin a story, your lips are sealed. It’s irritating.”

“I had no idea I made you feel such things.” His voice is smooth, so much so that you would not have caught the sly undertone if you hadn’t been so in tune with his facial expressions.

Shouto’s lips are tugged sideways into a smirk, his turquoise eye glittering at you from where he stands so you can only see half of his face, the scarred half. Your stomach flips, and you wonder if he can see the motion against your dress. You swallow the lump in your throat and stand tall, bolstering your spine, “I-I don’t feel anything but anger. You’ve cost me a couple of headlines, you know!”

“Bakugou always has the better lines anyway,” Shouto shrugs, tilting his head towards the blonde hero stood across the room, “I prefer my reputation as the silent type.”

“Well,” you tip your cup of wine back against your lips, praying that the alcohol will help this conversation, “it really blows for me.”

His eyes widen at the choice of phrasing, but only for a moment, and then he has regained his composure. Todoroki licks his lips and leans back, his trim figure looking rather toned within the confines of his professional clothing. You wonder what he’s packing underneath that dark button up, your eyes tracking down his torso.

You can’t stop yourself when your eyes dip below his belt, zeroing in on his zipper. You gag around the wine settled in your throat, having to reach up to cover your mouth to make sure none dribbles out at your surprise.

Todoroki crosses his arms, jutting his hips forward unbeknownst to your current predicament, “What? Do I have something on my pants?”

He looks down to make sure he hasn’t dropped food or drink on his clothes, scanning the fabric for stains. It gives you a moment of reprieve from his intense stare, and you force yourself to become more composed. You wish away the blush on your cheeks, begging him silently not to notice the change in color.

“N-No,” you stutter out the broken word, ashamed of your wanton state, “I-uh, well. No. You look fine.”

Somehow the sentence comes out a little lighter, more lilted, than you expected. It’s enough to turn his head so he’s paying attention to you again, “Do I?”

You can hear the speeches going on in the background, but they do little to tear your line of sight away from the handsome hero stood in front of you. Truthfully, you’ve noticed his bejeweled irises and contoured body before, but your anger had surpassed your lust after the first few interviews.

Now, however, it’s coming back in full force.

“You’re insufferable,” are the words you choose next, opting for the frustrated route rather than the lecherous one.

You do not expect him to sidle up next to you and whisper his next sentence in your ear, “Would you like me to ease your suffering?”

The base of your throat bobs as a strangled noise tangles itself up in your throat, piercing your tongue as it slips from your lips. Shouto’s palm is on the base of your back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear so his warm breath travels down to the base of your neck. Every hair you have is standing on end, arousal pooling within the core of you, and your tongue has suddenly gone relentlessly dry.

You want to say his name, to admonish him, but all you can do is turn, mouth agape, and stare into his heterochromatic eyes. You’ve never noticed the gray orb is so sparkling from the distance you’ve maintained. But now, in the low lights of this party and the proximity you have between you, it’s practically glowing.

His other hand cups your cheek, “You look beautiful. You always do.”

“Th-Thank you?” you manage to squeak out the words and somehow, they feel sultry coming from your hoarse throat. You swallow your inhibitions and drop your gaze from his eyes to his mouth, analyzing the plush curve of his lower lip and the angled bow of his upper.

Todoroki chuckles, and the sound makes you shiver, “Wanna get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You didn’t expect to find yourself shoved between a rack of cleaning supplies and the torso of one Pro Hero, Todoroki Shouto.

Not that you were complaining.

He’s smirking up at you from where he’s got himself lowered between your thighs, your skirt hiked up over your hips so he can see your glistening cunt from his position crouched below you. His hands roam your thighs and he inhales, “I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.”

“Shouto,” your legs tense, “I thought that was a given.”

He shakes his head and his nose brushes over the base of your belly, just below your navel, “No, I mean after this.” His voice is quiet and tentative, much in contrast to the confident grip of his hands, “H-How does that make you feel?”

“Impatient as hell,” you grip a hand in his dual-toned hair, guiding his mouth towards your aching core. “Now c’mon, Todoroki, use that pretty mouth.”

“I hope you can get a few sound bites for your show tomorrow.”

Shouto taps the microphone that’s hiding underneath the silk of your dress, smirking up at you as he leans his body forward, “It is still on, isn’t it?”

He is murmuring little praises into thin air as he kisses up the inner part of your thigh, nudging his nose over the sensitive skin before finding his way to the center of your hips. Todoroki kisses just below your navel, nosing the swell of your belly before he comes to face your pussy. You swear you hear him salivating, drool dripping down his chin to coat your core as he licks a stripe up your slit.

Your feet stutter forward, and he has to bring a hand to your torso to press you flush with the door. The coolness of the metal slab is in stark contrast to the burning skin of your ass. You whimper at the sudden change in temperature, your head lolling back as you lose yourself in the way his tongue feels as he laps at your pooling heat.

The hand on your abdomen must be his right, because a thin sheen of ice spreads from your belly button outward as he activates his quirk. Your breath shudders from your lungs, shoulders shaking at the air drops at least ten degrees if not more just with the gentle use of his power. You look down to see glittering ice crystals covering your belly, starting to creep up toward your breast. Before you can complain or cry out, Shouto is reaching upward to tweak the bud of your breast, frozen touch encasing your nipple in a thin layer of ice.

Todoroki has skillfully delved his tongue between your folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue and using it to further lubricate the muscle before he redirects his attention to your clit. He sucks the sensitive bud between his teeth, making sure to lavish it with his tongue before returning his attention to your sopping core. Bringing his warm palm to your navel, you feel the ice on your stomach melt, dripping down and tickling your skin as his opposing side lights on fire.

It is a warm flame, something calm and tame, but it is enough to thaw the ice on your body and make the hairs on the back of your neck stand erect. You swallow thickly and try not to cry out too loud as he turns your sensitive nipple in his freezing touch, a white-hot mix of pain and pleasure shooting up through your nerve endings, making your eyesight blurry.

“If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself,” Todoroki leans away from your cunt, still working at your chest, “And I really want you to come on my cock.”

The timbre of his voice in conjunction with the sultry look on his face makes your outer walls tremble in anticipation for what his cock will feel like sheathed within your core. Even the thought makes you weak, your knees wobbling so much that he has to brace you with his hands behind your thighs, letting your dress fall so he’s no longer visible.

“Guess you’ll just have to come back to my place,” he offers, voice muffled from where he’s hidden, “and maybe I’ll give you an exclusive.”

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Being: Chapter 2-Back at one

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: This is the answer to my very FIRST ASK!!!

Also, this is the long awaited 2nd chapter to my new TRR series “Being” it will follow Liam and Karis on their adventures as monarchs and new parents. I think it should be sweet. Thank you to @secretaryunpaid for pre-reading part of this chapter and being a HUGE inspiration.

Disclaimers: Most characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: If you are under 18 please, just don’t. Language, adult content and some NSFW.

Word Count: 4100 ish

Catch up: Chapter 1

Pairings: Liam x MC (Queen Karis Rose Vasquez-Rhys)

Song inspiration: Back at One- Brian McKnight

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Months had passed since their fairytale wedding and romantic honeymoon. They had returned to face the music concerning their pregnancy. Ana De Luca, a long time acquaintance of the crown had paid a paparazzi for private photos of Karis laying on the beach with her growing bump exposed. Adonis agreed to give her the exclusive in return for the pictures and a bit more time to announce their big news on their own terms.

The day had come for the press conference. The PR team for the royals only told the press that their monarchs had big news to share. Security at Valtoria was so airtight that only people on a short list were allowed on the grounds. The press was only allowed for the announcement and had a short time thereafter to vacate the premises. Adonis arranged for a team of stylists to make sure his queen was presentable for this potentially stressful day. Karis was carrying their heir in her hips. Her bump was still modest for someone 8 months along. Perez, the designer responsible for her wedding dress and his seamstress Enoch, dressed her in an off the shoulder, floor length, royal blue gown that hugged her curves.

Adonis was sure his heart skipped a beat when he laid eyes on his bride. She was sitting at the vanity inside their bedroom putting on the blue sapphire and diamond earrings he gifted her for Christmas. “Love, I have no words,” he said as he kissed her cheek, not daring to ruin the makeup that had taken nearly an hour to perfect. “It’s time,” he announced as he took her hand. “Both Kenyon and I will be by your side the entire time. I will make the announcement and we will take a few questions from the press before the celebration.”

Kenyon was posted outside her door. He smiled at Karis before clearing his throat. “Your maaajesty! You look--“ Liam scowled at Kenyon who immediately trained his eyes forward. “Appropriate for the occasion. You look very appropriate.” Karis laughed as Adonis brooded. They headed down to the grand ballroom, where they had a photo shoot with Ana, capturing the momentous occasion. When they were done they joined the press on the east lawn.

Royal trumpeters played before the royal crier announced, “Their Majesties, King Liam and Queen Karis Rhys of Cordonia.” Karis’ hand rested in the crook of his arm as he escorted her to the podium. He looked deeply into her eyes, and her nerves seemed to settle. “People of Cordonia, before I took our queen as my bride, she was made aware of her responsibilities as she serves in this role. She has humbly trained under Queen mother Regina not only soaking up her role and responsibilities, but our culture. I had no doubt that she would be the queen that Cordonia needed. She had, even during our engagement, stepped up to the plate and excelled far beyond what I could have hoped or asked of her.

I am aware that some have noticed that her majesty has been missing from the public as of late. Today, we have gathered here on the same grounds where my parents made this same announcement many years ago. Without further ado, Queen Karis and I would like to announce the coming of the royal heir to the throne of Cordonia.” Karis stepped from behind the podium resting her left hand on her bump to wave at the crowd. The news was met with a rapturous applause, whistling and cheers.

The afternoon was filled with congratulatory fluff, indulgent food, and schmoozing with Cordonia’s upper crust. As promised, Kenyon didn’t leave Karis’ side. When she had her fill, per usual, Adonis was nowhere to be found. After fruitlessly searching the estate for her King, Kenyon escorted Karis to the master suite. She rested her swollen feet on the chaise lounge. “Is there anything I can get for you or help you with, ma’am?” Karis shook her head. “Kenyon, I have told you a million times, you can call me Karis in private. And since you asked, yes. Can you please help me out of these heels? They are pretty but they stopped being comfy hours ago.” Kenyon hesitantly approached.

He gently pulled her swollen feet into his lap. After removing one sandal, Karis noticed a bulge in his pants. She didn’t think much of it, he had never said or done anything inappropriate, as his large hands fumbled with the buckle on the second one. The door opened and Adonis entered the room; his eye immediately fell upon Kenyon kneeling in front of Karis. “There you a-- what is the meaning of this?” Kenyon stood abruptly, Karis’ foot falling to the floor, but before he could speak, “I couldn’t find you love, and my feet are killing me. Kenyon was just being helpful.” Adonis looked between Kenyon and his very pregnant wife. “Thank you for your-- help, Kenyon but I got it from here,” Adonis said dismissively. “Of course, sir, I’ll be right outside if you need me, Karis,” Kenyon said as he exited the room.

Adonis gathered some pillows that were arranged on the bench at the foot of their bed. “Fuck you mean? And just why would she need you? I’m here,” he mumbled under his breath. “What’s that love?” she asked as he propped her feet on the pillows. “Nothing, the next time your feet hurt, call me,” he instructed as he poured himself a bourbon. She laughed. “Promise.” He put the tumbler down and disappeared into the closet. “I was just saying good evening to some of our guests, you know?”

When he returned he was carrying her favorite nightgown. He walked into the master ensuite before Karis heard bath water running. “Helpful my ass,” he muttered as he removed his cufflinks, placing them on the dresser. Karis watched as he undressed in the midst of his tantrum. His shirt fell off of his muscular shoulders and Karis’ breath hitched. Her eyes widened when his trousers fell to the floor. He approached her wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.He extended his hand, “come love, it’s bath time.”

He led her into the ensuite where he unzipped her gown, cursing quietly as it pooled on the marble floor. “Karis, you are a whole lotta woman,” he whispered in her ear as he unhooked her bra. Her full perky breast sprung free as he watched in the mirror. She shimmied out of her panties before he helped her into the full tub. She looked at him with hooded eyes. “Is there something on your mind, Adonis?” He slipped out of his underwear and into the tub. “I’m just thinking, maybe we should restructure the guards. Maybe, I can put Mara on you and maybe Kenyon would do better with Regina.”

“Wait, Mara the one who was supposed to be guarding Regina when she was kidnapped? Where did these thoughts come from?” Adonis pulled her foot out of the water as he began to massage her. “I think he is too comfortable with you, too familiar. Since when did he start calling you Karis?” She knitted her eyebrows together. “When I asked him to call me Karis. I spend a lot of time with him. It’s weird for him to call me Ma’am. Tell me you’re not jealous?” Adonis smiled smugly, “Of your guard? Ha!” he threw his head back in laughter. “Well, it seems that way.” She bit her lip, and batted her eyelashes as he took her big toe into his mouth circling it with his tongue before releasing it with a pop. “I am the KING of Cordonia, I have my health, wealth, and the finest woman walking this earth carrying my heir. Remind me again why I would be jealous of your guard?” She smirked. “Exactly,” she said as she attempted and failed miserably at getting out of the tub on her own.

Adonis grabbed her wrist pulling her soapy body down into his lap. “Hey, you know what? I’m sorry, I was out of line,” he swept her hair to the side exposing her neck before kissing it gently. “Do you forgive me?” His husky voice, his breath tickling her neck and the way his chest vibrated as he was pressed up against her back made it all but impossible to say no. “No,” she said it anyway. “Please,” he pleaded in a sensual whisper. “Forgive me Karis,” he growled. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head, no before she shifted in his lap. She felt his erection nearly impale her. She couldn’t help but think how easy it would be to get into reverse cowgirl right there in the tub. He started to roll his hips slowly as he apologized in different languages. “Scusa...Es tut uns leid...Pardon...Gomen’ nasai… Joesonghabnida...Lo siento,” he whispered into her hair.

His large hands began to knead her shoulders. Her eyes closed and her head fell back to rest on his shoulder. It felt heavenly, her soft mewing encouraged him. “I don’t get it, you are always so confident in everything you do,” she panted. He kissed her exposed neck gently as his hand moved down her torso and around her swollen belly into the water. “You still don’t get it, do you? I found my kryptonite,” he said as he cupped warm water in his hand and poured it over her belly. “You’re my kryptonite, Karis Rhys. The thought of some other man touching you, even looking at you, if only to help remove your shoe; it drives me to distraction. It certainly cracks my unyielding confidence.” She smiled, flattered by his words.

Her life to this point still seems like a dream. From meeting him at work, to spending that first night at her place with him. Losing him as suddenly as they connected. Reconnecting in Paris. The first time they made love, him buying the house in DC. The proposal in Paris, and their fairytale wedding. They have certainly had a whirlwind romance. He had been perfect, except she knew that no one is perfect. He was close. His hand gently slid across her thigh and found her center. He caressed her bundle of nerves before sliding into her as much as she could take. He tried his best to remind her with every thrust who she belonged to, her whimpers confirmed that she was fully aware.

The next few weeks seemed to fly by, Karis could be found putting away freshly laundered baby clothes, arranging diapers and wipes into the basket below the changing table, or fussing over the crib bedding. Adonis did everything in his power to keep her off her feet. She usually waited until he was in his morning meetings before heading into the nursery. She had scrubbed the kitchen, in their quarters, and dusted the newly decorated living, dining area.

When he returned from his meeting with the counsel, he found her vacuuming their bedroom. “Babygirl, what are you doing?” His voice boomed over the sound of the vacuum. She jumped before turning it off. “Karis, baby, my queen. We have talked about this. We have staff that can do this for you. You are supposed to be resting.” She waddled over to him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “I am tired of lying in bed. I was trying to kill time before the new chapter of Foreign Affairs releases on the Choices app. Blaine is so hot,” she giggled as she fanned herself.

“I’m hotter,” he said as he walked his wife over to the bed. Instead of helping her lay down, his large hand splayed across her back gently bending her over the plush bedding. His other hand traveled up the soft smooth skin of her leg. Her silk nightgown gathered at her waist as he freed himself from his trousers. Just when she took a deep breath anticipating him entering her, he dropped to his knees to taste her. Within minutes her orgasm was within reach. “Adonis, I’m close,” she panted. His long digit joined his tongue in pursuit of her pleasure. She gasped before her body started to gently shake. He waited patiently as she rode out her first of three orgasms she would experience that afternoon.

When they were done, she was exhausted. His mission was accomplished. He hoped that she would sleep until he returned from his afternoon meeting in Fydelia. Kenyon was posted outside of her door. He had just returned from lunch when the King departed. It was like any other afternoon. Kenyon always took his lunch when he saw Liam “checking in” on Karis. It was always hard to look either of them in the eye afterward. Karis woke a couple hours after Adonis left with mild stomach discomfort. She drank the water that he had sent to her side table and turned on her side, which was the advice from Dr. Dameron the last time this happened.

She felt better a short time later. She smiled at Kenyon sheepishly as he shook his head. She was creeping down to the nursery. She wanted to make sure that the new packages that arrived had been put away. She didn’t think much of it, she would be back in bed before Adonis returned. Kenyon sat in the recliner on her insistence that he took a load off. She dropped a pair of baby socks that rolled under the chaise lounge. “I’ll get that,” he offered. “No, I can pick up a pair of socks,” she insisted. When she reached for the socks she didn’t feel anything. She got on her knees feeling triumphant when she located them under the lounge. She held the tiny grey socks in her hand as she attempted to get up from the floor. “See! I’m not helpless!” She stood proud of herself, while Kenyon chuckled at her theatrics.

Suddenly, a gush of warm fluid rushed down her leg. She looked at Kenyon with a look of horror on her face. “This can’t be happening. Adonis is not here. It’s a few weeks too soon.” Kenyon immediately stood taking control of the situation. “What happened?” She clutched her belly, taking a deep cleansing breath, “my water broke.” Once the initial shock wore off, Kenyon called the doctor as they rehearsed, before calling Liam. The phone went straight to voicemail. “Sir, this is Kenyon. It’s time. Dr. Dameron instructed us to head to the hospital immediately. I will try calling back once we are in route.” His next call was to Alexsei, Karis’ driver. “Alpha Rabbit has commenced. Meet me out front in 3 minutes.” He ended the call and turned to Karis, “look at me. We have gone over this. You are ready. Your bag is already in the truck.”

He moved to her side and she wrapped her arm around his shoulder for support. He flung the strap to her purse over his shoulder as they headed towards the stairs. She struggled to walk, stopping every few yards for a contraction. “If I’m not being too forward Ma’am, may I?” She nodded her head and Kenyon swept her into his arms, carrying her bridal style out to the truck.

“Where is Adonis?” she asked as she riffled through her purse with tears running down her face. “He’s at a meeting in Fydelia. His phone went to voicemail when I called. I left a message. I will try calling again.”

Karis took deep breaths like they taught her in the private child birthing lessons Adonis insisted on her attending. The pains had begun to come closer together and stronger with each instance. In between contractions she fruitlessly attempted to reach her husband. She wiped the tears from her eyes before Kenyon turned to her. “Everything is going to be ok, Ma’am.” She reached across the seat and patted the top of Kenyon’s hand flashing him a strained smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

21 minutes later they still hadn’t heard from Adonis. They were met at the private entrance of the hospital by a team of nurses who helped her into a wheelchair, and took her inside to the grand nursing suite where Liam was born 31 years earlier. Kenyon stood watch at the door while Karis gave a urine sample and changed into a silk hospital gown. They got her settled into bed and asked her if they could get her anything. Karis was terrified and alone. She kept thinking about how Adonis scolded her for allowing Kenyon to help her when she couldn’t find him.

There was a knock at the door that tore her from her thoughts. “Come in.” Kenyon entered the room with his hands over his eyes which were clenched tightly closed. “Good news Karis, I was able to get in touch with King Liam. He’s on the way.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Kenyon. You can uncover your eyes. I am covered.” He dropped his hand and slowly opened his eyes. “Are you, uhh comfortable? Did they do the back thing?” She looked at him, confused. “You mean an epidural?” He smiled sheepishly. “Yes, that’s what it’s called. It made my sister feel a lot better when my niece was born.” Just then another contraction started and she reached for his hand. He nervously looked over to the door before offering his hand. She squeezed his hand while breathing through the momentary pain. “I guess this means you didn’t get the drugs?”

When it was done she looked at him. “How long before Liam gets here? I’m scared, Kenyon. The contractions are getting closer and closer. I don’t want to have this baby alone.” His heart sank. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he was over an hour away in Fydelia. His eyes must have given it away, her eyes went from sad to panicked. “Kenyon, I know this is a lot to ask, but if he doesn’t make it here on time, will you stay with me?” He swallowed thickly considering what she just asked. He reached over and offered her tissue to dry her eyes. “Aww, come on Karis, don’t cry again, you’re killing me. He’s gonna be here.” he lied. He knew that there was the possibility that he wouldn’t make it. “But if not, of course, I’ll stay with you. But he’s gonna be here soon.”

Just then her purse fell to the floor from the chair. When Kenyon went to pick it up he discovered that it likely fell because of her phone violently vibrating from inside. “Oh, it’s your phone,” he announced. She extended her arm. “Well, pass it to me.” He instead passed her the entire purse. She looked at him with her brows knitted together. “What? My mom told me to never go in a woman’s purse.” She smiled as she pulled her phone from her purse. Another contraction came as she took deep breaths. When it passed she called Adonis back.

“Hey babe, it’s me.”

His voice was sorrowful.

“Babygirl, I’m so sorry. I never should have left you alone. Howard is driving as fast as he can to get me there. Just try to hold on.”

“Babe, don’t apologize, you had no way of knowing that this would happen today. Just get here safely. I’m scared.”

“I’m sorry you are there going through this alone. We are still about 35 miles out.”

“I’m not alone. Kenyon is here with me.”

Liam cleared his throat, “yeah, well, I will be there soon.”

“Adonis, I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not as strong as I thought. I’m kind of freaking out over here.”

“Karis, listen to me my Queen. You are so much stronger than you think. You are brave, and courageous. You can do anything. Don’t think too much. Just take it one contraction at a time. Remember your breathing.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Heh, I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out.”

“Another contraction is coming.”

‘Baby, focus on my voice. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

“Ok, it passed. Thank you. Kenyon just brought me some ice chips. I’m going to get on the birthing ball. I’ll see you soon?”

“Yes love, we are only 17 miles out now.”

“Adonis?”

“Yes love?”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

They end the call as the nurse and the doula enter the hospital suite. Once Karis was out of the bed and onto the birthing ball she became even more uncomfortable. She was in active labor. Her pains were hard and closer together. She was getting tired.

“Hazel, will you help me? I think I need to use the restroom.”

“No ma’am, we are going to get you back into bed so that nurse Emilia can give us the go ahead to start pushing.”

“Pushing? But Adonis… my husband isn’t here.”

Hazel grabbed her hand and said, “Yes pushing, we want to make sure we don't put baby in danger by holding off too long. I’m sure Adonis will be here soon so he can help you with your breathing as you begin to push.” Her Calm demeanor and comforting words consoled Karis in that moment.

After a vaginal exam, the nurse confirmed that she was indeed ready to start pushing.

“Unfortunately, your baby didn’t get the memo,” Hazel quipped.

A team of nurses swarmed the suite getting things set up for the birth of her baby, Cordonia’s heir. The tears started to pour again. Kenyon stood helplessly before, “I’ll just wait outside,” he said quietly. “But Kenyon, you promised,” she sobbed. “That was before they pulled your covers off.” She pouted and gave him the most ridiculous puppy dog eyes. “Ok, I’ll stay. But only until King Liam arrives.” he looked at Hazel, the doula and asked, “how can I be helpful?”

“I am going to stand on the left and empower Mom, and you stand on the right and help hold her thigh.” Kenyon’s eyes went wide. “Forget it. If you are going to be all weird, then just go,” Karis chided. “I promised I would and I will.” He swallowed thickly before placing his large hand on the joint behind her knee mirroring what he saw Hazel doing. “Am I doing this right Ms. Hazel?” She smiled and nodded her head reassuringly.

“Now Mom, on the next contraction, take a deep breath and push.”

Karis could feel her abdomen tightening. When the next contraction came she took a deep breath and pushed. It felt like she was constipated and needed to relieve herself. On the next contraction, it burned like nothing she had ever experienced. “You’re doing so well Mom, a few more pushes and you get to meet your baby.”

Tired and in pain Karis looked at the nurse and said, “Oh, screw you! This hurts!!”

“Karis!” Kenyon blurted. “Oh, screw you too! You try pushing a watermelon out of a lemon.”

Then came another contraction, but this time instead of focusing on her breathing, she screamed at the top of her lungs, “Adonis!!!! I hate you! You did this to me.” Just then the door flew open. “You called for me, love?” He smiled at her and she melted like she always had.

His presence was a momentary distraction from the insurmountable pain. He had finally made it. He wasn’t going to miss the birth after all. When she laid eyes on him she began to sob. “I don’t really hate yooooou.” One of the nurses helped him scrub up and get into a gown. He gave Kenyon an appreciative elbow dap.

“Adonis, how nice of you to join us. Get over here. Are you ready to meet your baby?” Dr. Dameron asked.

“Yes, of course,” he said before kissing Karis sweetly on the forehead.

“Good because on this next contraction she will deliver the head.”

On the next contraction, Karis seemed more focused than ever. Kenyon wiped the sweat from her brow before she closed her eyes. “I’m here with you now, baby. You are doing amazing. You can do anything.” His confidence in her gave her just the strength she needed to champion through. Quietly, she took a deep breath, tucked her chin into her chest and pushed as hard as she could. “That’s it baby, you’re doing it. I can see the head.”

Dr. Dameron checked for the cord around the baby’s neck as the nurse suctioned it’s airways. On the next push Dr Dameron moved behind Liam positioning his hands to catch the baby.

Karis pushed one final time and the heir to the crown of Cordonia was born. “Oh my God, Karis, love! You did it! He’s beautiful.”

She looked up through the tears, “he? It’s a boy?” The King began to sob and he shook his head confirming. Dr Dameron looked at the clock, “12:09” she told the nurse. Congratulations, your majesties, “It’s a boy.”

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Episode 6 out today!

We’re talking about Blues music

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Sup, I’m Laura Cousineau and welcome to Just A Music Podcast, where I, Laura Cousineau, tell you about some music history, how it relates to the world around us, and hopefully, introduce you to some new tunes. This show is theoretically for everyone but I will swear and when it comes down to it and sometimes we may need to talk about some sensitive topics so ur weeuns might wanna sit this one out.

And boi unless you’ve had that talk with ur kids about systemic racism you might wanna let them sit this one out because we’re gonna be touching on a bunch of terrible racist shit this week Because we’re gonna be talking about the Blues and various different type of blues musics. I’m actually really excited to talk about it too because blues, as you guys will find out in the future is kinda the basis for a lot of other, what one might consider more modern, genres of American popular musics. So this one’s gonna be important for ur earholes and ur brainholes. Just like last time I will be airing a sensitive content warning for some graphic descriptions of violence and I will put the time stamps in the description for y’all for when that starts and ends.

First though, I wanna issue an apology for being away so long, I tend to work on this podcast in my free time, and currently I’ve had none of that what so ever. It just so happened that October worked out this year that it was thanksgiving and my birthday and then a bunch of big projects due then Halloween and now I’m working on my fucking thesis proposal, I’m actually recording this episode at 1:35 am on a Saturday night/Sunday morning, so needless to say all this in combination with trying to deal with my depression hasn’t been a cake walk but we’re making it work. I will likely run up against a similar time issue during the first couple weeks of December because that’s when all my final papers are due. After that thought I should have smooth sailing for about a month. I wanted to make sure I had an episode out this week because as I think… well everyone… is aware the American election took place this week and understandably people were stressed as shit about that. So I think we could all use a little music right now.

Ok so Like all fuckin things we need to know where blues came from. Now blues is actually a lot older than a lot of people are gonna be expecting, like really damn old. Like pretty much everything in academia (and I mean EVERYTHING, at least in the humanities), the dates are contested, but it seems that the blues, or at least what began as the blues, started in and around the 1860s. For those who didn’t listen to last week’s episode on slave songs, spirituals, and gospel, or just those who don’t know their American history too too well, the 1860s marks a very important time for black people, many of which at that time had been enslaved, because in 1865 the thirteenth amendment was amended into the American constitution. For those who aren’t aware, the thirteenth amendment as stated by the national archives of the United States of America reads as such: "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction."

Now this of course was fantastic news of course! And for some people, this might be where you think oppression in the Americas ends for Black people but you would be incredibly wrong! Because this is the period where we see the start of a phenomenon referred to as sharecropping. Sharecropping or crop sharing as it’s known otherwise is considered part of what we historians sometimes refer to as the Jim Crow economy of the American South after the civil war. But what is Jim crow economy, what did it come from, why is it bad, why is sharecropping bad, how does any of this relate to the blues? Well lucky for u lil turnips imma tell ya.

Jim Crow culture is something that I imagine most North Americans will have even the most basic knowledge of but for those that don’t the name Jim Crow as applied to economy, laws, and any other part of American culture during these time periods refers to sets of crazy fucking racist laws written and unwritten that kept black people subjugated under the whims of the government as well as their fellow white countrymen. The term Jim crow itself is reference to a song often featured in the supremely racist minstrel shows of the mid to late 1800s and early 1900s referred to as “Jump Jim Crow” in which a white man in black-face sings in a parody centric dialect about the life of a charicaturishly uneducated back-woodsy Black man named, you fuckin guessed it, Jim Crow. The significance of the Crow being that it was a pejorative term for black individuals which can actually dated back to the early mid 1700s. Now I wanna preface the excerpt of it with the fact that I’m uncomfortable listening to this, I understand if others are too. The thing is that acknowledging these uncomfortable things and knowing about them is necessary in order to understand the type of historical impact that they had. “So laura, you must obviously support statues being raised to commemorate things like slavery and secessionism!” Absolutely not. Where statues and monuments exist to praise the efforts of individuals, the listening to and learning about songs in a teaching context like this very podcast are meant to educate. Statues commemorating culture surrounding one of the worst atrocities to have taken place on American soil should never have been erected in the first place let alone celebrated. One is meant to celebrate while the other is to educate because one is a historical primary source that lets us think critically about the history, the other is a tertiary celebration. The purpose of listening to a clip like this is then to educate and understand a piece of actually history, not to replicate and enjoy. The version of the song that I have is sung without the charicaturish accent but uses the original words but with all that in mind here’s a bit of Jump Jim Crow:

In terms of laws I’m sure just about everyone knows separate drinking fountains and schools but this really permeated pretty much every sphere of life for Black peoples especially those in the south. I say especially those in the south but not exclusively those in the south because racial segregation, although not as supported by law but more socially, also existed in the Northern States as well as in Canada. Anecdotally, my mother grew up in a suburb of Cleveland Ohio, she remembers going into Cleveland when she was a kid when Cleveland was still a very racially segregated city, Black peoples lived in, shopped in, and attended schools in certain areas of the city and white people in other’s. My grandmother who was also raised in the area even remembers Black people having separate lunch counters if any at all in some of the larger department stores in the area.

It might also be handy when I mention the south to actually talk about what the south and particularly the deep south is for y’all outside of America. So when we talk about the south we are talking about a geographically bounded area just not the area that one might think of by looking at a map because where you might be thinking like ah just take the country and cut it in half, and the bottom half is the south that wouldn’t be correct. So, from the United States Census Bureau itself the south we’re talking about is Alabama, Arkansas, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maryland, Mississippi, North and South Carolina, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Texas, Virginia, and West Virginia. Now some who live in the surrounding areas such as Kansas might also consider themselves as being from the “south” somewhat culturally but those states previously listed as the official ones. When we talk about the DEEP SOUTH however, that range closes a little more, and that would mainly just include Georgia, Alabama, South Carolina, Mississippi, Louisiana, and sometimes Texas and Florida due to their involvement as part of the confederate states of America, meaning states that were on the south side of the civil war.

Also briefly just so we’re clear, again this is for those people who didn’t receive the best education on Slavery and the Civil War in general but to be clear, the civil war was fought over primarily states rights to use and perpetuate slavery. The common narrative you hear a lot in protests by those on the right, who would like to uphold the institutions set out by their forefathers in the creation of the abominable act, is that the civil war was primarily fought over states rights. What they then so often forget to elaborate is that those rights were perceived as the right to govern themselves independently so that they may still be able to employ slave labour in the operation of their economies and also to expand further westward to continue and be able to use slavery out in those areas as well.

The reason that we hear about these Jim Crow laws particularly in the South is because where the Northern states and Canada did have (and still continues to have) some violent racist issues, the Jim Crow south was specifically really bad. And I mean fucking abominable. Though Black people were free from being directly owned, society at large and all it’s trappings found new ways to oppress them. This started with Black Codes which were individual state law codes that dictated where Black peoples could move, for how long they could stay, restricted their rights to vote (or made it extremely difficult to vote via poll taxes, literacy tests, etc), as well as where they could work, and in some cases even if their children could be taken away from them on the basis labour needs. So I really can’t drive home the point enough of how much life sucked for Black peoples under Jim Crow laws and economy in the southern states, to call it any less than abominable would seem to understate it in a major way. In the 1880s Jim Crow laws hadn’t started to be rolled into large southern cities yet so many Black peoples were inclined to move into them because life was actually slightly easier for a short while. White people being offended and upset at this, because “how dare a black person just try to live their lives in my good white pure Christian neighborhood,” then fully supported Jim crow laws being rolled out to remove them from areas where white people would normally interact with them. This included but was not limited to, barring them from public parks entirely, having entirely different theaters at one point and then segregated theaters after a while with separate entrances based on your race, restaurants, bus and train stations, water fountains, restrooms, most building entrances in general, elevators, amusement park ticket windows, public schools, phone booths, hospitals, asylums, jails, elderly care homes and even fucking cemeteries. Of course being treated as diseased subhuman parasites is never enough for the racism machine that is the public conscious at this time so there was also a lot of violence both systematic and grassroots that accompanied this era.

And here’s where I’m going to have to issue a sensitive content warning because I’m about to describe some truly heinous shit in a whole second. So by violence, I mean very public and very culturally accepted violence, similar to what we’re seeing more and more of in the states again. As many will know now in the light of the many many many police shootings of unarmed, unthreatening black people in the states, the police traditionally haven’t been on the side of black citizens. This is due to a number of reasons, for one, on the most basic of levels the police serve to protect the interests of those in power, in our case that means the property and lives of middle to upper class (mostly) white Americans. The natural extension of this is that many police forces in the states, especially in Southern states started out as slave catching forces bringing back runaway enslaved people to their owners. So as time progressed and Black peoples became a “free” population this still meant protecting mainly middle to upper class white people from the “threat” of black people. This was enforced in a number of ways, such as arresting black individuals found breaking these rules, framing black people for crimes committed by others and arresting them for population suppression, and turning a blind eye to the grassroots violence perpetrated by non-black citizens, which very often were white citizens. An example of just straight up police brutality can be found in the case of Isaac Woodard JR. who was viciously beaten by police only hours after being honorably discharged from the fucking military on February 12 1946. The bus driver driving Woodard and some of his fellow soldiers called the police after Woodard asked the bus driver if there might be time for him to use the restroom as they approached a rest stop. When the police arrived, the bus driver accused Woodard of drinking in the back of the bus and he was hauled off, dragged into an alley and beaten with nighsticks. That night he was thrown in the town jail, by morning he had been beaten so severely he was left permanently blind in both eyes.

And that grassroots violence is just as nasty, really fucking nasty. The violence could be perpetrated for things as small as being in the wrong place at the wrong time, entering a white neighbourhood, “talking back to” the wrong person. Since black men have always been are still to some degree subject to the stereotype that they are all sex incensed monsters, being left alone in a room with a white woman could be enough to incite violence against them. In the Mississippi delta during the season where share cropping debts were settled up, there was a sharp uptick in violence against and killings of black people. If you were white, because let’s be real here some white people definitely were on the side of their oppressed countrymen, you could be hung on the basis of being an N-word lover, which could range from being found to being in a romantic/sexual relationship with a person of colour, to just being fucking friends with them. The violence was often varied too, where kidnapping and hanging someone either with or without brutalizing them first (also known as a lynching) is the form most commonly associated with Jim Crow era violence less extreme but still horrible harassment could perpetuate in any form. Mississippi had the highest amount of lynchings from 1882-1968 with 581. You might think that is a low number but first, similarily to when we were talking about slavery in the last episode, 1 lynching is too fucking many, and secondly these are only the ones that were officially recorded. Since lynchings didn’t always happen in broad daylight and since law enforcement really didn’t care about Black individuals, there were almost certainly more that happened that just never were recorded. Georgia was second with 531, and Texas was third with 493. 79% of lynching happened in the South. So as I said before though, lynching was not the only form though, beatings were also entirely all too common forms of violence perpetrated against blackf people to make them scared and thus more compliant. A good example of this is the case of Emmet Till a 14 year old boy who made the mistake of playfully flirting with a white woman, who was beaten nearly to death, had one of his eyes gouged out, was then shot in the head, and tied to some cotton mill equipment before his body was thrown in a river. This wasn’t even that long ago, the beating happened on the 28th of August 1955.

THE next parts are also gonna be not great but there wont be anymore descriptions of graphic violence, so I’m calling an end to the sensitive content warning. So the then how does sharecropping play into all this and what does it have to do with the blues (we’re getting there babes I promise.) So as I explained previously, sharecropping was a part of the Jim Crow economic era. It was part of the era of reconstruction meaning the period of rebuilding after the civil war. How it worked was that let’s say for a second, come with me into the theater of the mind for a second, take a seat, close your eyes, take a deep breath, Ok so lets imagine for a second you’re a farmer in the south, the civil war has kinda left you in a spot, if you’re black, you’re starting off without an awful lot, you don’t have any generational wealth you don’t have property likely aside from maybe a relatively small plot of land (but this was uncommon,) you probably didn’t have much if any equipment because that would have been way too expensive, and the land you may have had may have been of shitty quality. So what could you do to earn yourself a living?! Well you would go to a landowner, and ask him rather kindly if you might be able to work the land they lived on in exchange for some of the profits of the crops that you would produce. The landowner would provide you with the tools, seed, housing, land, store credits at local shops in order to subsist offa for food and other supplies and sometimes a mule in order to help you work the land seeing as motorized machinery was still few and far between in the united states at this point. The issue of this system is that how much you receive for you labour, the cut that you actually get from selling crops, that you grew with ur own backbreaking labour, is more or less decided by your landowner. And as I mentioned last episode, those who’ve ever had to rely on the benevolence of a boss for any period of time knows that this shit ain’t gonna cut it. So often you would end up underpaid, underfed, and in a debt hole that lasted as long as you did. If it sounds like legal slavery that’s kinda because it was. You would basically remain in indentured servitude to the landowner for as long as you were a part of this system. Like don’t get me wrong there were people who managed to not be a part of it but it was an incredibly largescale problem.

It’s important to note that this wasn’t just a black phenomenon either, white tenants of sharecroppers existed and in incredibly large numbers as well. By 1900, 36 percent of all white farmers in Mississippi were either tenant farmers or sharecroppers (by comparison, 85 percent of all black farmers in 1900 did not own the land they farmed). This all sucks for various reasons but like partially because there was this whole other plan proposed that after the war, all the land that had been seized from slave owners would have been divvied up to the newly freed slave populations. It was colloquially known as the 40 acres and a mule plan but yeah unfortunately never happened cause fuckin president Andrew Johnson was like ”WELL AKSHULLY SWEATY I THINK THE LAND SHOULD GO BACK TO SLAVE OWNERS BECAUSE UHHHHHH” AND THEN IT DID AND THEN WE ENDED UP WITH SHARE CROPPING. But anyway that’s sharecropping. And of course I could go onto describe how all of this still affects black people in the united states and how the effects of systematic racism are still being felt generations later but… we’re gonna save that for a different episode. FOR NOW THOUGH, WHY IS THIS ALL IMPORTANT, WHY DID I TAKE ROUGHLY 3000 WORDS TO TELL YOU GUYS ABOUT THE HORRORS OF RECONSTRUCTION ERA SOUTH!? Well because we’re talking about the blues, and what does it mean when you have the blues, it means that you’re sad as hell, given all that I’ve just described to you is it no wonder that the blues emerged as the soundtrack to the lives these people lived?

So then what is blues? Well as I mentioned last time, blues sort of develops out of the field holler/spiritual tradition. A fair amount of field hollers, a type of work song that enslaved peoples would sing in fields while they were doing their work, were about regular ass things for regular ass peoples; this dude stole my girl, im gonna find me a girl to love, life sucks and im gonna sing about it, life doesn’t suck so much but I’m still gonna sing about it. Blues then tended to explore more themes related to the sadder points of those stories but in similar ways and styles. So where did blues come from specifically, what makes it a different genre than a field holler or a spiritual, and that’s a great question so let’s get in it.

Let’s say for a second you went through a real shitty period in your life, you significant other named steve dumped you, your pet armadillo, also named steve, died, ur mom (also coincidentally named steve) has taken away your showering privileges, you’ve forgotten how to speak ur native language and to top it all off you just burnt your gotdamn mac and cheese. You spiral into a deep situational depression that lasts quite a little while. During this time you listen to one album on repeat just over and over again, you know it all inside out and backwards and diagonal, you know every instrumental part by heart, you’ve got the lyrics tattooed on your ass, the whole 9 yards. And then you start working your way out of it, slowly but steadily the days start getting brighter, you move out of your abusive mother’s house, you find a new partner or get comfortable being single, you appropriately morn the loss of ur pet armadillo, hell you even learn to make a better mac and cheese, things aren’t all fixed, and life isn’t breezes and cakes but it is ever so slightly easier than it was before, at least you have ur freedom right? BUT NOW, everytime you listen to one of those songs from that album it mentally brings you back to the way things used to be and it’s not great. Well that’s kinda what happened with blues music but, ya know, infinitely worse. Essentially, black people wanted a new sound to accompany this new life and so they fuckin made it and it’s great.

The similarities of blues to field hollers and spirituals are relatively easy enough to hear if you know where to look which isn’t really surprising given that blues is the evolution of it. For example the basic structure stayed pretty similar, simple rhyming schemes, simple harmonies, melismatic vocal structures in places, and many times the lyrics were often very similar to those forms before them. But it goes even further than that! Most of the early blues melodies were directly derived from their spiritual predecessors. So for some comparison here’s some songs, first one is gonna be a field holler, next one is gonna be a spiritual, and then the last one is gonna be a blues song mmk? And here we go:

AND ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT WAIT, JUST CAUSE IM FUCKIN, OOO BABE, OK, SO WHEN I WAS RESARCHING THIS FUCKING EPISODE I WAS TRYING TO FIND GOOD AUDIO CLIPS TO USE, AND LEMME TELL YA MAN YOU WOULDN’T THINK SPIRITUALS WOULD FUCKIN EXIST OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY OF FUCKING CONGRESS CAUSE APPARENTLY THEY HAVE A GODDAMN STRANGLEHOLD ON ALL BLACK SPIRITUALS EVER RECORDED BY THE LOMAX’S. The thing is is that fuckin copyright at least in the states is supposed to run out 75 years after the death of the recorder or fucking owner of the rights, which it certainly has been for Alan Fucking Lomax BUT NOOOOOOO, I HAVE TO NEARLY PURCHASE A GODDAMN CD IN ORDER TO GET YOU GUYS A FUCKING ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF MUSIC THAT CAME OUT LIKE 100 YEARS AGO. To be clear I refuse to buy anything for this podcast other than my recording equipment, but man researching this podcast is big joab hours, god just keeps fuckin testing me. Just slap my ass and call me a pickle, ok, rage is over, time for songs:

These freed populations wanted a new music, a music that fit their current situation better, that didn’t rely on the imagery of the past in order to get across the situation they were in. And so that’s what blues did, it was a new sound for a new era and even more importantly it was a sound entirely their own. Whereas field hollers and various other types of music sung by enslaved peoples were by definition their invention, many of them still borrowed heavily from the dominant cultures of their oppressors, and so in creating blues what they had was something they could 100% call their own. Even if they didn’t own the land they worked/lived on, and had few rights to the crops they sewed and reaped, they did have blues, and that’s something beautiful.

But when does it become a thing, like when does blues start becoming a thing? And that’s a hard part. Like any cultural phenomenon it’s hard to fuckin say, there’s some accounts that say 1865 like the fuckin second the civil war ended, then there’s some that attribute it to the 1920s. Most of the sources I’ve looked at put it around 1890-1910. It originates unsurprisingly in and around the Mississippi Delta Region and East Texas where you have a lot of farmland and thus a lot of poor folks just trying to scratch out a living for themselves. AND SO THE BLUES BECOMES A THING AND IT’S COOL AS HELL AND IT DEVELOPS IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS! And I’m sorry that I’m not gonna get enough time to do every subgenre of blues, but we’re gonna look at 3 of the big regions or subgenres of blues.

So blues first of all have all those things that I mentioned before simple rhyming schemes, like ABAB or ABCC, simple harmonies, Call and response is definitely a thing that still happens in this specific style, but then they also have blues notes, for those who missed the last episode, blues notes are notes within a standard scale that are “bent” (or at least that’s how they were initially described.) These notes are lowered by a semitone making the overall colour of the sound a bit darker and more… emotional, sad? Like we ascribe emotions to the way things sound and that might be western centric, I’m actually gonna have to look into it later, but for western listeners we’re gonna read the emotion in these tones as sad. So the notes specifically are lowered the 3rd 5th and 7th degrees of a regular scale. I’m going to play you guys an example of blues scale in just a second but the guy playing the example is using the pentatonic version of the scale meaning only 5 notes of it.

In terms of instruments the most standard you’re going to find in any blues band is at it’s most basic one guitar and a person singing. You could even make an argument that just singing could be blues if you’re using a blues scale but usually there will at least a guitar and one dude singing. The rest of the intstruments are gonna depend on the region you’re playing from. So remember the moaning thing I mentioned last time? The moaning style vocals? Not pioneered by but made popular by a man that went by Blind Lemon Jefferson? This one:

Well he falls under the Mississippi/Texas type of blues which we’re gonna call texasippi. It differs from other types of blues in the united states for a couple reasons but one of them is that moaning style of vocals, in other parts of the country the style where the blues vocals function similarly to other styles of singing, clean and clear, no moaning. Another cool thing that texasippi blues also does is they incorporate a lot of metal into the way they play their guitars. Not like the heavy screamy kind that’s come to be MY fave, but like actual metal objects! How they incorporate this is through the strings of the guitar specifically causing a little extra twangy buzzing when the strings resonate but also a sort of pleasing screech when they’re shifted up and down the strings like this:

but what did they use to make this sound? Well just about anything small enough and metal you could thread between the strings or held against them while playing, this coulda been bottle caps, pocket knives, silverware. Remember, we’re still talking about a type of music that was very much being played by people without very much or no money, so you’re using what you can to make it. Nowadays you can purchase wee cylanders made of glass or metal that go over ur fingers that you press up against the strings to create the desired effect. In addition to this, something that’s pretty regional to the blues in this area is the harmonica. I’m assuming most of you know about the harmonica and have heard it but for those who don’t, the harmonica is a squanky reed instrument that you play with your mouth. I would tell you the physics of how it works but fuck if I ever studied physics. Basically when you blow in it, it vibrates the reed and makes a note depending on the holes you blow into, and when you suck air in it, it makes other sounds! They can be very very large or very very small thus changing how low or high the sound is respectively. They were invented somewhere in the early 1800s in Germany we think and they sound something like this:

How were harmonicas introduced into blues music? Well turns out, much like some of the other instruments we’ll see in a hot minute, harmonicas were often carried by soldiers during the American civil war, even President Abraham Lincoln himself was reported to have carried a harmonica with him in his coat pocket and would play it as he “found it comforting.” Thing about the harmonica was that it was relatively easy to make and it was extremely cheap to buy in comparison to other instruments at the time, even better was that you really didn’t need lessons to figure out how to make it sound good. So during the reconstruction period, as industrialization rapidized in America, and harmonicas became more available, and previous soldiers reminisced about the songs they heard played in their camps during the civil war, more and more people started picking up the harmonica. And so poor southern americans were able to incorporate the instrument into this new music they were developing like this:

Also I would big time recommend just watching the video for that song, dudes just sittin there legit just suckin on his harmonica at some point, that’s what I fucking call dedication bud. The cool part about blues from the texasippi way is then during the great migration, the phenomenon that I mentioned last episode, where black southerners just start heading northwards, is that the blues travels with them too. Just briefly on the great migration, remember all the shitty stuff I discussed earlier, the lack of work, sharecropping, lynching and what have you? That’s why the great migration takes place. Basically black people all around the south are going jesus fucking christ shit sucks let’s get out of here and find somewhere better to be, and so they do, and about 6 MILLION Black Americans head north to where it’s… better. I mean there’s definitely still racism and all sorts of jim crow era laws and practices up north but it is still some degree better than the south. So this great migration is how texasippi blues music then comes to be transplanted into Chicago, and turns into Chicago blues.

“BUT LAURA” YOU SAY, UR HANDS CLENCHED INTO FISTS AT UR SIDES, “IF TEXASIPPI BLUES IS THE SAME AS THE ONES IN CHICAGO THEN HOW’RE THEY DIFFERENT!?” YOU CRY WITH TEARS FORMING AT THE SIDES OF YOUR EYES. And you’re right b, they are the same so why are they different? Well ya gotta remember that time does funny stuff to music similarly as it does with language and just abut anything else, things change over time, AND, things get invented over time. And time as we’re moving into now is like 30s and 40s era. So in the case of Chicago blues we get the additives of the piano, which has been around for some time but people are now just being able to put into their blues music due to becoming more financially stable, BUT WE ALSO GET THE COOL NEW INVENTION OF THE ELECTRIC GUITAR. Now there is some speculation over the invention of most things throughout history, for example, y’all might be familiar of Thomas Edison not actually inventing the lightbulb and being a bit of a dick about things, so when I talk about inventors of things, unless otherwise stated, please take it with some amount of a grain of salt. So Paul H Tutmarc may have been the first person to invent the first electric guitar when he managed, by some feat of science, which I will not explain because science is for wizards and freeks and while I am both of those I am not at all qualified or able to explain it, but essentially he managed to electrify a Hawaiian guitar! He supposedly invented this sometime in the 1930s. Here’s an example of what that sounds like:

Very Spongebobby… spongeboblike…spongebobesque… so EITHERWAY the electric guitar, as well as the electric bass is invented and so those are then infused into Chicago blues. In some cases you will also get the addition of drums and saxophone, but it is the electrified elements as well as the piano that really characterize the biggest difference between Chicago blues and texasippi blues. Overall, it sounds like this:

Something you also probably heard in there was just the level of intensity, the volume or what I’m gonna call the perceived volume, is louder. Whereas the songs of the texasippi blues is a little softer, quieter, very much just dude and his guitar volume, Chicago blues is gonna sound a little louder and a little more intense at most times. This is due to blues clubs becoming a big thing during this time period. And why shouldn’t they? In diaspora communities, that is communities consisting of people from a similar ethnic or national background, you often get patterns of similar settlement. So in our case, when Black Americans started moving northward, they would often settle in similar communities or move into similar communities based off of their ethnicity. Afterall you wanna be able to live in places where people understand your experience. There’s also the element of racism of course, homeowners associations making it hard for Black folk to move into white neighbourhoods and of course school segregation which didn’t end until the 1954. So while in some cases there was def an element of wanting to feel safe in a community of people who understand you, there’s also a big ol element of racism as there pretty much always is when we talk about anything. Seriously ur gonna be surprised at how far reaching and fucking just convoluted and stupid racism is, especially when we get into like Europeans being racist against other Europeans. So since we have all these people moving up north they need to be entertained, we all need entertainment after-all, but lo and behold! They can’t go to white clubs in a lot of cases because fucking racism (unless you are a performer in which case sometimes you can go to white clubs but only to perform, I’m gonna get more into that when we have our jazz episode.) So we start having blues clubs and because they’re a club and there’s drinking and talking and what not, often these songs tend to be a little louder or more rowdy to compensate.

On the other end of the country we also have my favorite flavour of blues which is the New Orleans blues. I’m definitely 100 percent biased when I say this but why does everything in New Orleans just sound better? If I had to guess it’s the multiculturalism and thus people bringing in tonnes of different ideas, but it’s hard to quantify awesome so we’re just gonna leave it there. BUT YEAH so we have texasippi blues that travels down the river (cause things rarely travel up a river) and hits New Orleans. But again, if we’re talking about the same style of blues then what makes it different? A lot hunny, a lot. So as we talked about in our last episode there’s a lot of different cultural elements at play in Louisianna culminating in some cool ass musical styles and changes. It’s also absolutely something we’re gonna talk about when we go back and do the Jazz episode cause lord knows New Orleans jazz is just as fuckin hot and dangerous (like serious lemme just go fuckin hangout with you guys down there, that’s all I want, musical tour of louisianna) I will say though that the line between jazz and blues does tend to get a little blurry though when we’re talking about New Orleans Blues so just hold onto ur femurs there yall and strap in.

So New orleans blues is different from other types of blues again by incorporating horns and piano into the music, most notably this will be the trumpet cause trumpets after the civil war just kinda leached out into the general public and since people got used to them in that capacity they became sorta naturally engrained into the soundscape of the music of the area. “but laura doesn’t Chicago also have horns?!” and ur right man they absolutely do, but there’s even more. So where texasippi blues relies on a rather standard rhythms in most cases, the New Orleans Blues scene takes from some of that different heritage and combines Caribbean inspired or based rhythms. We can find a good example of the inspiration for those rhythms in another genre of music that was popular at the same time, Calypso. Calypso is a genre of music which we will look more in depth in the future but just really generally for now it is popular in the Caribbean as well as certain parts, South America (particularly Venezuela), Mexico, and of course New Orleans during this time. It is usually up-beat and relies a lot on emphasizing the offbeat, and these are all things that we hear being incorporated into New Orleans blues during the time. So when we hear blues from New Orleans, one of the things we can usually use to tell the difference is merely just the upbeat tempo of things and slightly more rhythmically complex manner in which it existed. In fact Blues in New Orleans was so fuckin different it actually started what we know of as R&B or rhythm and blues which sounds like this:

Just a quick detour, I fuckin love like, blues and jazz names. The Man I played just there was Roy Brown but man the names really take off on occasion my personal favorite being Guitar Slim Jr., but we also got Fats domino (sometimes just known as fats, or the fat man), we god fuckin Professor Longhair, we got a dude who just goes by the name sugar boy, like… guys…. What happened to nicknames like that, I wanna walk around and when people see me comin at a distance they just point and go oh lord here comes swamp papa, like, that’s livin man, I dunno what to tell you but that’s absolutely livin.

Anyhow, what ur gonna notice, or maybe you didn’t notice but I’m gonna tell you and you can go back and notice is that blues, (along with jazz but we’re gonna get to that) as it goes on and evolves starts sounding a lot like early rock and roll music, and that doesn’t happen by coincidence. Also you’re probably noticing that blues at least as far as it goes for the Chicago variety and the New Orleans variety we talked about, sound a hell of a lot like Jazz and again we’ll get more into the specifics later. The thing is when we talk about invention, whether it be music, or physical things, or even sometimes schools of thought and ideas is that things get borrowed and changed and moulded into something else by other people. Hell the phenomenon of something being invented in multiple different places at the same time is so common enough that it even has a name, it’s called multiple discovery. Generally people in North America prefer a more black and white “this thing was developed at this time and this place by this person because definitive reason definitive reason definitive reason.” Because we have this weird sense of individuality and crediting individuals with discovery as opposed to a group or the society itself as maybe it should more rightly be. This means that in our endless want to categorize and systematize and ize all these things, particularly things like music, it gets sorta difficult to discern what is what and why and how. Of course we’ve already seen this with spirituals and gospel, and now we’ve seen it with blues/jazz/and early rock.

I just wanted to bring it up sooner than later because, especially as we move into more modern north American Genres, and honestly genres from various other places throughout the world. I wanted to bring this up now before we go any further in this podcast because as we get into more modern genres and hell maybe even with this episode I imagine I might get some rather angry mail from elitests who will smash their foreheads on the keyboard in absolute blind fuckin dismay and rage accusing me of putting the wrong genre lables on the wrong songs. The thing is though, like most art, or definitions in life, things are salient. Just because music fits one genre doesn’t mean it only fits within that genre, in the case of the Rhythm and Blues song by Roy brown that I played earlier, while it is definitely Rhythm and Blues there’s also gonna be other people who strongly consider that Rock and Roll. And that’s alright! Music doesn’t have to rigidly fit into one genre, we give things genre titles or group things into genres to help more easily understand their histories and identify other things that sound like it! All music is going to have variation, and in the case of rhythm and blues, a style of blues that very much informs early rock, you’re going to have cross roads like that. So instead of getting defensive, maybe take some time to think about how cool it is that music exists on an ever evolving spectrum.

So with that, that’s all for just a music podcast this week, I hope you’ve heard something new, and I hope you’ve heard something that you like. If you haven’t there’s always next time where we’re actually gonna do something a little different. Next time we’re gonna look at the Minstrel show which I’m subtitling right now, “why we don’t wear black face.” In the meantime, though if one of y’all would like to suggest a topic I would love nothing more than to answer your musical questions or talk about topics that interest you guys in music. Feel free to drop me a line at [email protected]

List of Music: Jump Jim Crow - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjIXWRG09Qk

Belton Sutherland's field holler (1978) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CPJwt14d5E&list=PLAyuUbD3Cdhxx__cTlFDrkxxKiYllrYwJ&index=2

Wash Dennis & Charlie Sims - Lead Me To The Rock - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmPqmLovNms&list=PLAyuUbD3Cdhxx__cTlFDrkxxKiYllrYwJ&index=4

Leroy Carr & Scrapper Blackwell - How Long Has That Evening Train Been Gone - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEw0ek2BhJE

Blind Lemon Jefferson – Black Snake Moan - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3yd-c91ww8

Mississippi Fred McDowell - You gotta move - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtlVSedpIRU&feature=emb_logo

Red River Valley -Traditional - Harmonica solo by Kyong H. Lee - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKM4bn4kS-0

Sonny Boy Williamson - Keep it to Yourself - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtRxJDb3vlw

Paul Tutmarc performs - My Tane - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUOms5y6cmI

Buddy Guy - First Time I Met The Blues - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1jruvTBleY

Roy Brown - Mighty Mighty Man - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhp8jMykAVg

Technical Clip I used: PianoPig (on youtube) - Minor Pentatonic vs Blues Scale https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwz0b-At1ys

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Law School 24/7: How to slay and survive law school daily grind

Have your experienced being grilled by your professor? In your exams, have you encountered one question you couldn’t seem to answer no matter how much you scratch your head? While studying, have you read one passage, word, or sentence that you couldn’t quite understand no matter how many times you reread it? Well, I have. If you have also experienced the same, that would make us comrades! As your comrade, here are nine tips that I can share with you to help you overcome your law school daily grind:

1. Scanning

Scanning is pretty self-explanatory. We do this all the time! We quickly search through loads of text to find specific info, like a certain name, date, or term. For example, when you encounter the paragraph below:

"That on the expiration of the period agreed upon, all the improvements and buildings introduced and erected by the party of the second part shall pass to the exclusive ownership of the party of the first part without any obligation on its part to pay any amount for said improvements and buildings; also, in the event the party of the second part should leave or abandon the land leased before the time herein stipulated, the improvements and buildings shall likewise pass to the ownership of the party of the first part as though the time agreed upon had expired: Provided, however, That the machineries and accessories are not included in the improvements which will pass to the party of the first part on the expiration or abandonment of the land leased." (Davao Sawmill Co., Inc. v. Castillo, G.R. No. 40411, August 7, 1935)

Here, we can scan through this paragraph by:

1. looking for key words or phrases

In this paragraph, we can say that the key words are: expiration, period, improvements, buildings, and exclusive ownership.

2. reading the words, phrases, and sentences surrounding the key words

When you’re reading a book, you may scan through the Table of Contents to look for headings and subheadings that might cover key words or phrases that you may need. For instance, when you look for the rights of an accused in the 1987 Constitution, where will you find it? In the Bill of Rights.

2. Skimming

You skim a book by rapidly “reading” through the text before you start to read it extensively. Here, you gain a general idea of the whole text and familiarize yourself with how it was written. Using the same paragraph above:

Like scanning, we skim through this paragraph by looking for the key words and/or phrases. Then, we read the words, phrases, and sentences surrounding those key words in order to have a general grasp of this paragraph. Here, we can understand that, based on the key words, the paragraph pertains to a lease agreement – all the buildings, machinery, or equipment that were placed by the lessee will be turned over to the lessor once the lease period has already expired.

3. SQ3R Study Method: Survey, Question, Read, Recite, Review

SQ3R is a technique for reading and studying. Personally, I can say that this method can definitely help you develop your reading comprehension and improve your study habit. The problem is, you have to devote a lot of time to perfect this study method because this involves a combination of skimming, scanning, reading, repetition, and reviewing. But this could definitely help you a lot, especially for those degree programs that are using the Socratic method of instruction. By reciting the key terms and phrases, you condition yourself answering possible questions that may be thrown at you by your professors during recitations. Plus, you can practice your verbal skills!

1. Survey

You familiarize yourself with the text. This is akin to skimming and scanning wherein you may read the introductory and summary paragraphs, the headings and subheadings, and illustrations and tables.

2. Question

Here, you find the main points of a text. You ask the 5Ws and H: Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How. You may also relate the text to your past discussions or background knowledge. For example, if what you’re reading is a chapter on requisites of negotiability under the Negotiable Instruments Law, you might want to ask yourself what is the definition of a negotiable instrument. Or when you are reading about the liabilities of the parties and their warranties, you might want to recall the terms “maker,” “drawer,” “acceptor,” and “indorser” during your past recitations with your professor.

3. Read

When I say “read,” you don’t just let the words flow into your head without understanding anything. Don’t just read passively! By “reading,” you read in an active, questioning, and purposeful way. Before reading, you might want to ask yourself what do you aim to learn while reading the text, what questions your professor might ask when it’s your turn to be grilled, etc. While reading, you may underline or highlight key words, phrases, or sentences, make marginal notes, and summarize key points in your own words. Here’s an example:

[Photos lifted from Pre-Week Reviewer in Commercial Law, 2018 edition, by Justice Japar B. Dimaampao and Judge Ella Dumlao-Escalante]

4. Recite

You recite what you have read into your own words from your memory. You may also imagine yourself being asked by your professors and you say the answers out loud as if you are in an actual recitation.

5. Review

Repeat Steps 1-4. Don’t be afraid to read and recite what you have gone through – again and again – until you have fully understood it. Like everyone says, repetition is the key!

4. Summarizing Short Articles

When you summarize short articles, you just write the main idea and key supporting details according to their order of importance. Here, you answer the 5Ws and H: Who, What, When, Why, Where, and How. This technique could be helpful in writing case digests wherein you have to summarize a case based on the facts, issue/s, and ruling. Here’s my example:

Soriano v. Spouses Galit G.R. No. 156295, September 23, 2003

Petitioner: Marcelo Soriano Respondents: Spouses Ricardo and Rosalina Galit

Summary: Respondent Ricardo Galit contracted a loan from petitioner Marcelo Soriano. The loan was secured by a real estate mortgage. After Galit failed to pay his obligation, Soriano filed a complaint for sum of money against him with the trial court. Respondents failed to file an answer; hence they were declared in default. The trial court ruled in favor of Soriano and subsequently issued a writ of execution which covered the following real properties of the Galit spouses: (1) a parcel of land, (2) storehouse, and (3) bodega. The properties were sold to Soriano. Ten months from the time the Certificate of Sale was registered with the Registry of Deeds, Soriano filed a motion for the issuance of a writ of possession which was granted. The writ of possession which was issued in Soriano’s favor includes the land on which the sold storehouse and bodega are constructed.

Issue: Whether or not the land on which the storehouse and bodega are constructed is necessarily included in the said sale on execution (NO)

Held: Art. 415 enumerates land and buildings separately. This can only mean that a building is, by itself, considered immovable. While it is true that a mortgage of land necessarily includes, in the absence of stipulation of the improvements thereof, still a building by itself may be mortgaged apart from the land on which it has been built. Such mortgage would still be a real estate mortgage for the building would still be considered immovable property even if dealt with separately and apart from the land.”

In writing this mini-digest, I summarized the facts in my own words. I only included the details that are relevant to our discussion; I omitted procedural facts because they weren’t necessary. In the ruling part of the case, I cut a portion of the ruling, which is the doctrine, and pasted it in this mini-digest, word-for-word.

Tip: Do not paraphrase the ruling. Just write the doctrine word-for-word according to how the court ruled the case. Why? Paraphrasing might cause misinterpretations. Normally, we paraphrase based on our interpretation of the text. However, in this case, paraphrasing might not work. Our understanding (and consequently, paraphrasing) of the case might not be in harmony with how it was explained in the original text. Plus, we might omit some nuances if we try to paraphrase the case too much.

5. Underlining, Highlighting, Annotating

When you are highlighting or underlining key words or phrases, do not overdo it and highlight everything. Do not turn your book into a coloring book! Your aim is just to take note of those terms or phrases that are important. So that, when you review the text again, you may now able to easily recall and understand these important terms and phrases.

We annotate by writing marginal notes, making mnemonics, summarizing provisions in our own words, etc. Annotating saves you time from re-reading the whole text, because you might only want to re-read the notes that you have written to remember and understand the main point of a paragraph or a codal provision.

Here’s my example:

[Photo lifted from the Civil Code of the Philippines]

Here, I highlighted almost everything (laughs). I summarized some provisions into my own words (e.g., “[t]o bear the surnames of the father and the mother, in conformity with the provisions of the Civil Code on Surnames” – use surname of mom & dad). I made use of annotations (e.g., “If filiation is being proven by illegitimate child, ¶2 of Art 172 must be proven during the lifetime of the parent.”); I underlined a lot, encircled some terms, especially those pertaining to periods (e.g., two years, three years) because I found it hard to remember them (until now). Basically, I turned my codal into a coloring book-slash-notebook. Yeah.

6. Outlining

We outline by arranging ideas going from the general to the specific ones. Outlines may be found in law school syllabi wherein Roman numerals, capital letters, and numbers are used to indicate which information is more specific, which is more general, which topics are associated with one another, and which covers which. But you can outline on your own! Here’s mine:

Section 1. Requisites of Negotiability

1. in writing and signed by the maker or drawer

i. not necessary that the signature is the usual signature (e.g. “X”)

2. must contain an unconditional promise or order to pay a sum certain in money

i. unconditional promise or order

a. condition v. period

i. condition – future and uncertain event

ii. period – a day certain

b. if there is a condition – non-negotiable

c. See Sec 3

i. a sum certain

a. See Sec 2

i. interest

GR: date expressly stipulated

no date: date of instrument

undated: date of issue

ii. installments

maturity date, exact amount

ii. escalation/acceleration clause

insecurity clauses – non-negotiable

iv. “whether at a fixed rate or at a current rate”

3. must be payable on demand or at a fixed or determinable future time

i. payable on demand (See Sec 7)

ii. determinable future time (See Sec 4)

4. must be payable to order or bearer

i. payable to bearer (See Sec 9) – negotiable by mere delivery

a. fictitious payee rule (Sec 9c)

GR: drawer bears the loss

XPN: commercial bad faith

ii. payable to order (See Sec 8)

5. where the instrument is addressed to a drawee, s/he must be named or otherwise indicated therein with reasonable certainty

In my outline, I dissected Section 1 of the Negotiable Instruments Law by concept and connected per requisite with other codal provisions associated with each of them. I only wrote key terms and phrases so that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed with too much information when I review. To be honest, I wouldn’t call this a good outline because it wasn’t super organized – it doesn’t show relationships nor the importance of the ideas in the order – but still, I could understand it.

7. Mapping

Mapping is another technique that you may use to organize ideas while studying. You may write the main idea and encircle it. You may use other shapes. Then, you enclose a supporting detail into another shape and draw a line which connects it to the main idea. And so on. You may also write short descriptions on the side and connect them to the ideas they pertain to. This continues until you end up with a visual summary of the text.

8. Comparison-Contrast Chart

Making a comparison-contrast chart is a technique which you may use if you want to show similarities and differences between two or more different terms or concepts. In exams, you might be asked to compare and contrast two terms or concepts as to different categories so this technique might be handy to you as well.

Here’s an example:

9. Time Line

Time lines are handy when a case or a topic needs to be organized chronologically by dates. To make a time line, you may only list dates in chronological order, then assign information to the dates.

Now we’re done! I hope you find these techniques useful in your law school daily grind. But hey, do not limit yourself to these techniques. Perhaps you’ll find a different study technique that’s more suited to your needs. Anyway, just do whatever’s best for you – as long as you feel that you understand what you’re reading. For my last piece of advice to you, let me quote a PH Supreme Court justice: Study with passion.

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Worship Your Goddess

Rating: E

>>>Read on AO3<<<¨

I worked on this monstrosity for about a week, but here it is. A long-ass chapter full of dom Mikasa and sub Eren, if that floats your boat, I think that you will be satisfied. I know I was. If you don't, feel free to skip it, there's no plot. Just porn. Honest.

Enjoy!

Imagine a scene in your head.

There’s a room, dimly lit, the darkness pushed back by low lights. A black leather sofa dominates the center, a massive luxurious piece of furniture chosen by someone of means and a good taste. There are also other objects, but they don’t matter. Forgotten, for now.

Saying that the sofa itself is the center of the said picture might have been a bit premature, now that the image sharpens. With more clarity added, it's obvious who is the true master, or rather mistress, of this scene. An Asian woman in heavily goth clothes and dark makeup on her face. Any attention in this room is trained right at her, she’s pulling it in like a black hole, her influence cannot be denied. The dominatrix is sitting on the sofa, relaxing into its soft hug. Pale skinned, she’s dressed exclusively in black, a color that matches her short raven hair and dark lips. She’s wearing a black dress of an unusual design with translucent parts around her neck and arms. It’s tight on the top but flowing into a short skirt, ending in the upper part of the woman’s thighs. The edge of the skirt rests just at the right point, giving way to her pale legs partly hidden by fishnet stockings. Not much of her skin can be seen, however, as it dips beneath the black leather of the massive leather boots that reach all the way up to the woman’s knees.

Her choice of jewelry matches her clothes. There are multiple necklaces around her elegant throat, adorned in the middle by a thick leather choker with small silver studs. The light catches on her ears, pierced both at the top and the bottom, shiny silver circles placed there, except for a singular pair of crosses, hanging from the customary place of earrings. Her midnight lips are curled up into a small smile, pale cheeks flushed a little bit, almond-shaped grey eyes sitting in the middle of dark shadows watching something. Her gaze is intense, loving, but harsh at the same time, mixing those emotions well. Following her eyes, it’s easy to locate the thing of her interest.

A man is kneeling next to her, her pet, her slave for the night. Posture perfectly straight, hands clasped behind his back, he’s still as a statue, awaiting orders from his mistress. He’s physically very strong, tall and broad-shouldered, yet completely powerless in the hands of his mistress. Shirtless as he is, the well-defined muscles of his upper half are fully on display, glistening with sweat. The lack of a shirt also shows some damage. There are scratches on his tanned skin, red angry lines left behind by merciless nails. The area around the man’s nipples received the most attention, littered by bitemarks. The imprints of teeth are almost everywhere as if the kneeling man was attacked by a ferocious beast, one that wanted to cover as much of him as it could. There’s also something on his neck, partly covered by his long brown hair, hanging freely, but it’s still visible. A collar, tight around his throat, black leather with letters in front, proof of ownership. Whoever this man was, he belonged to the dark goddess sitting next to him, watching her slave with great interest.

That’s the image, and nothing else matters. He’s here, kneeling at her feet, completely under her spell. She’s here, in control, the center of the universe. And the world is standing still until she decides for it to move.

Reaching out, the goth mistress runs her fingers tenderly over the man’s cheek, reddened by repeated slaps. Her black fingernails are gentle for a change, not scratching, simply touching, the light shining on the many rings which are decorating her hand. A touch, nothing more, but it’s enough to make his whole body shake in anticipation, his breathing quickening for a second. The gentle caress is unexpected, after such harsh punishment, his cheek still stings from how hard she slapped him. It was deserved, for sure, one shouldn’t talk back to his mistress. Although her weight was hard to bear, when she was standing on him, it was entirely her right to do it.

The caressing hand moved, and now she was petting him, like a dog, a good boy that took his punishment well. The mistress loves her pet, after all, it makes her happy when he’s obedient. And it is high time that he proves himself useful, he can do more than kneel at her feet and look pretty. The touch disappearing as it appeared, the woman sits back, extending her leg in a silent invitation. Immediately, the kneeling one reaches out, takes a hold of her elegant limb, waits for an order. He’s cradling her beautiful leg as if she was made of glass, gentle and perhaps even loving, eyes moving over the black leather and stocking covered pale skin. Satisfied with his obedience, seeing that he knows exactly what she wants him to do, a single word leaves her lips.

And the world begins to move again.

Eren followed Mikasa’s wish to the letter. Trailing kisses all the way from the toe of the boot and up, he made sure not to cross any boundary and didn’t move past the upper edge at her knee. He would have to earn the privilege of putting his filthy mouth on her porcelain skin. His mistress was pleased with his obedience, nodding.

“Good boy.”, she said in a low voice, making him shiver.

To continue pleasing her, as that was Eren’s sole purpose for being right now, he licked a broad stripe on the black leather, leaving behind a shiny trail. Gently as humanly possible, he turned Mikasa’s leg, getting access to the other side of the boot. He couldn’t leave out anything, could he. His breath was coming out in short huffs now, excitement taking over. Eren wanted to be good for his mistress, wanted to serve, the little encouraging words leaving Mikasa’s midnight lips gave him physical pleasure. Mouthing the toe of the boot, then moving back up to trail each one of the numerous buckles with the tip of his tongue. Once again finding himself at the top, he used the zipper to guide him back down, down where he belonged. The only small complaint he had was that Mikasa’s choice of footwear for the day didn’t have those killer high heels, as most of her dominatrix boots did. It was always fun to have them in his mouth, suck on them, let Mikasa ravage his mouth as much as she wanted. Well, there’s always next time.

This small setback did little to ruin his mood, however, as having Mikasa’s black leather-clad leg in his hands felt amazing anyway. The nigh endless row of black underneath his tongue, cool leather that felt great even when he rubbed his cheek against it, lightly nuzzling the boot. Following the shape of her leg, Eren traced his mouth down, once again turning it, this time on the other side, to get better access. Dragging his tongue over the back of her long limb, moving his head so he can kiss the bottom of the boot, not leaving even the thick sole out of his worshipping duties, his every movement observed by his generous owner, granting him all the fun he could ask for. On his own, Eren could easily spend hours here. In his subspace mindset, he would worship Mikasa’s boots as long as she would want him to, everything he did was tied to the words of the raven dominatrix.

Tugging her leg from his grasp, Mikasa chuckled at the face Eren made. Despite his swollen lips and reddened cheeks, he looked as if she took his favorite toy from him. Not for long though, as she raised her other leg, prompting her pet to shuffle forward on his knees and once again slide his hands over it. Bending her knee, straightening her leg, Eren put his mouth to work. Kissing, licking, worshipping her boot same as the one before, Eren repeated the patterns diligently. Leaving long, broad trails of spit over her shoe, shining the black leather with his tongue, the feeling of excitement building in his chest. It was getting too much to bear, honestly, he was being granted way too much. The cage on his cock prevented any sort of serious erection, but his hips were left unchecked. Without any conscious control, they began to move, snapping up and down, the familiar dance that they both knew intimately. But it was too soon for that, he didn’t get permission from his mistress, and Mikasa wasn’t pleased by seeing this sign of disobedience. Her pet could only move when she allowed him to. To shut down his movements, Mikasa placed the foot that Eren wasn’t diligently kissing against his crotch, pressing hard. Eren hissed, eyes fluttering shut as the muscles of his neck bulged.

“Getting this worked up from kissing my boots?”, Mikasa clicked her tongue, shaking her head, “You’re such a dirty slut.”

“Yes…”, Eren’s words were almost pained, “For you, mistress, only for you.”

Good response, but that didn’t excuse his lack of obedience.

“Still, puppy.”, grinding her leg harder against him, it forced a loud groan from Eren’s mouth, “No moving.”

“Apologies, mistress.”, he gritted through clenched teeth, face bathed in sweat, “Won’t happen again.”

Satisfied, Mikasa lessened the pressure but kept the foot pressed against his caged cock, a heavy reminder. Resuming the worship of his mistress’ knee-high boots, Eren kissed his way down, dragged his tongue over the bottom, turning her leg to make every part of the black leather shine. Devoted, submissive, fully in her control, Eren couldn’t be more of a dutiful pet. He was Mikasa’s good boy, a pretty slave that would fulfill any and all of her wishes. And she had plenty of those.

Freeing her leg from his hands, Mikasa set both of her feet back on the floor, casting an inspecting eye over her shoes. Perfectly shined, properly worshipped boots, there was nothing she could criticize about the work Eren’s mouth and tongue did. Which qualified those to be used in a more intimate matter, one that Mikasa was craving already. To say that watching Eren kiss her shoes made her wet between the legs would be an understatement.

“Good work, puppy.”, a little praise, well deserved, “Now take them off.”

Hands flying to obey her, Eren undid the buckles one by one, using his mouth as much as his fingers. He knew that Mikasa liked it when he turned even such an activity as taking off her boots into another worship. Buckles open, he caught the zipper between his teeth, slowly dragging it down. It took some time, to move from Mikasa’s knee to her foot, her legs were long, after all, and he didn’t rush anywhere. After taking care of her other shoe the same way, Mikasa was finally barefoot, her legs now only clad in those sexy fishnet stockings. The contrast between the black lines and the pale skin was great to look at, and Eren was anxious to put his mouth back to work. Kneeling in front of his mistress, staring at her, his hands automatically moved back behind his back, back straightening. It was a pose Mikasa liked her pet to be in, and he would obey her.

Raising her legs, both at the same time, Mikasa smirked when she saw how hungrily he eyed her feet. Well, it was time to grant him some reward. Putting her feet right on Eren’s face, Mikasa dragged them across, left and right, loving how agitated his breathing became. Over his swollen lips, over red cheeks, over the smooth, recently shaved skin. Inhaling through the nose, letting the air leave his mouth in short puffs, he was still as a statue, even when her feet smothered his face, roaming anywhere she wanted them to. Pressing her toes against his lips, Mikasa didn’t have to say a word for Eren’s mouth to obediently drop open, letting her in.

“Suck.”, an order.

Prompted by her, he closed his mouth, sucking at her toes with undeniable vigor. It took all of Eren’s self-control to prevent his hips from moving again. Mikasa had sexy feet and having one pressed against his face and one in his mouth was certainly arousing, no denying that.

“I want you to kiss every inch of my legs,”, she said, smirking, the image of a smug domme, “Can you do that for me, pretty boy?”

With her foot still in his mouth, Eren nodded rapidly. Pulling the cute black painted toes from between his lips, Mikasa angled her foot differently, what she wanted rather clear. Sticking out his tongue, Eren licked the bottom of it, earning a sweet giggle from his mistress. It tickled a bit. Permitted to use his hands by a single nod, he took a hold of the leg dangling in front of his face, lowering his face to press a kiss to the instep. Pressing his thumbs into the bottom of her foot, lips kissing the front, Eren reminded himself that Mikasa wanted a foot massage, so moving his fingers in a soothing circular rhythm, he began. That’s why she allowed him the use of his hands, he realized. Massaging was always an intimate activity, and Eren loved doing it for multiple reasons. First, squeezing some massage oil onto her skin and kneading it, hearing her moan as he eased the stiffness out of her muscles felt great. Second, Mikasa often rewarded him for helping her like this, and as she was usually naked for those massages, the rewards were of an intimate character too.

Combining his mouth and hands, Eren did his best to deliver quality foot worship to his mistress, massaging her, using the spit left behind by his tongue instead of oil. He did a quality job, judging from how she melted into the sofa, soft sounds leaving her black-painted lips. Mikasa was in small heaven, shifting her position to be as comfortable as she could. She didn’t even have to hold her leg up, Eren did that for her, spreading kisses all over the stocking covered foot. The other one found its resting place between his spread legs, returning the controlling weight back against his cock. Maybe he was servicing her, but that didn’t mean he got to disobey the rules. No moving meant no moving.

The activity was certainly similar to the boot worship, although the surface underneath his tongue was pale white, not black. The stocking also created little bumps in his path, unlike the completely smooth leather surface of the shoe. Not counting the buckles, of course. Other than that, however, Eren was exactly as dutiful as before. No part of Mikasa’s leg could be left out. The arch of her foot, sides, the instep, the back. The gentle bump of her ankle and up, Eren mouthed her calf, feeling the muscles there shift beneath his lips. She sighed beautifully when he kissed his way up to her knee, pressing his tongue against the bone, the foot on his crotch shifting a bit. Mikasa was certainly enjoying this. Reaching her thigh, the powerful yet elegant part that was strong enough to choke the life out of him yet so smooth beneath his tongue, Eren could smell Mikasa’s arousal from how close he was. He could also see the upper part where the little fat that was on her otherwise firm leg was pushed up by the stocking, the place where dreams were born. Using the upper lace of her stocking as a border, Eren didn’t cross it, moving his mouth around the inner side but not breaching into that bountiful land of that area between her legs. Yet. From the glimpse he caught, however, the black lace of her panties was positively drenched at this point.

“Good boy, so good…”, Mikasa practically moaned out those words, eyes half-lidded, “Now do the other…”

Not letting go of her leg, Eren placed it between his spread ones before taking a hold of the till now resting foot. Holding her calf, Eren placed her toes into his mouth, an action that Mikasa appreciated with a hum. Nothing wrong with indulging your little kink, especially when she enjoys it so much. The worship of her leg was accompanied by Mikasa’s other foot impatiently tapping against his crotch, little moans and shudders as she was slowly growing restless, the journey of Eren’s mouth all over her elegant limb arousing as hell. Dragging her foot against his face, she bit her bottom lip, already imagining how that clever tongue will feel buried deep inside her. Eren’s talented mouth felt great against her legs, sure, but having him service her pussy always felt that much better. And it was high time to get him there. Putting her feet back on the floor, Mikasa braced herself as she reached out next to her, retrieving something.

Pulling a leash out of nowhere, Mikasa clipped it into Eren’s collar, yanking at it after to get his attention. Spit slick red skin, unfocused eyes with blown-out pupils, swollen lips, all that together made her slave’s ruined face. And she was far from being finished with her puppy, his mouth would serve his insatiable Asian dominatrix. But she was far too turned on right now, needed a little break, let out a bit of steam, so gracefully bowing down to his kneeling height, Mikasa brutally claimed Eren’s mouth in a deep kiss. His hands were once again clasped at his back, no longer having a purpose, so all he could do was brace himself against her assault. Her tongue sliding against his, hot and heavy, teeth sinking into his reddened lips, she abused him, abused how pliant her puppy was. Again and again, she sucked out those little moans from him, like a vampire feeding on his essence. The kiss was completely one-sided, Eren was only moving with her but never on his own, his mouth was Mikasa’s playground. When she pulled back, their lips were connected by saliva, but that was ignored by them both. The moment was way too hot to be interrupted.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”, Mikasa’s eyes were almost feverish as she stared at him, “You think you are the only one who couldn’t wait?”

Eren wasn’t sure how to respond, especially when she pulled so hard on the leash that it made him choke. The hand that wasn’t holding the leather strap gripped a fistful of Eren’s hair, yanking it back, forcing him to look right into her eyes.

“Tonight, you are mine to use, all of you.”, letting go of his scalp, Mikasa’s fingers trailed down his cheeks, his lips, dipping into his mouth. She traced his gums, his teeth, slid the tips across his tongue, fingerfucked his mouth, the fire between her legs growing hotter.

“Your mouth is mine, your tongue is mine, your pretty face is mine…”

She took a shuddering breath.

“And I’ll use you, oh yes… I’ll make you eat me out and ride your face until I’m totally satisfied. Oh, and puppy,”, she leaned closer, whispering into his ear.

“I’m not easily satisfied.”

Tugging at the leash, she forced his face right between her spread legs, burying his nose into her panties. Oh, she was wet, Eren could smell her arousal and the lace was damp against his skin. Having her legs worshipped always got Mikasa going, she loved Eren kissing her feet.

“Take them off,”, she ordered, “Slowly….”

As Eren wasn’t allowed to use his hands, he smartly decided to use his teeth instead. Dragging the wet cloth down her legs, passing all those places he worshipped with his mouth before and past until they were gone, Mikasa’s glistening slit was now fully on display underneath the skirt of her dress. Closer and closer still, Eren placed a string of kisses on Mikasa’s inner thighs, finally reaching the skin not covered by the stockings. Gentle kisses, rough kisses, he spread them everywhere, slowly but surely moving towards that one place. Oh, but a pet shouldn’t make his mistress wait.

“You’ll eat me out.”, she ordered, “Lick my pussy while that cage is still on your cock.”

The cruel smile was back in full force.

“I want your tongue buried deep inside me, I want your mouth fully servicing my cunt while your own pleasure is negated by those steel bars.”, pulling the key from the collection around her neck, Mikasa made sure that it’s visible, resting at the top, “I want you to look at the key while you are serving me, want you to know that any pleasure you can ever get is fully in my power. Mine, same as you are, pet.”

With that, the goth pulled him by the leash again, spreading her legs wide, forcing Eren’s mouth to grind against her heat, nose bumping against her pubic bone. Moaning, hips moving into his face, Mikasa’s eyes fluttered open and close, all the buildup finally getting some satisfaction. Guiding her slave’s mouth by the leash, she was in charge, there was no denying that. If the collar wasn’t enough, there was the cage on his cock and that key that was shining at her neck, unquestionable proof of ownership. But Eren was more than willing to play his part, to be a good boy for his mistress, a faithful pet.

Directed by her, Eren used his tongue to lick at her first, getting Mikasa’s unique taste into his mouth. Collecting the wetness with the tip of his tongue, he traced the shape of her lower lips, spreading it everywhere. Her arousal combined with his spit, allowing Eren’s mouth to effortlessly glide around, finding its tempo and place. When she yanked on the leash harder, he knew that this was the sign that she wanted more. So he gave it to her. Mouthing her slit, Eren pushed his tongue past her slick entrance, eating his mistress out. It was one thing to suck her toes, it was one other to suck on her clit. Both quite pleasing activities, but having her nub teased out from behind its hood by his skilled tongue, having his lips seal around it and suck, that made her moan out loud, her cunt quivering as her pet just successfully pushed the goth girl over into her first orgasm for the night. It came fast, but Mikasa was not surprised to climax this early. She was so turned on by Eren’s mouth on her boots and legs, having her toes in his mouth gave her incredible pleasure. Eren built her up by worshipping her legs, and now it was easy to make her fall by putting his tongue to work at her sex.

Hips moving, she rode it out on his face, those moans rising in pitch. She was getting everything she wanted while he was completely cut off, eyes flying over to watch that key bounce on Mikasa’s chest in sync with the movements of her hips. Her hand, the one that wasn’t holding his leash, was playing with the key too, Mikasa knew exactly what she was doing. Watch me, said her movements, watch me cum while I hold the key to your pleasure in my hand. Watch as I ride your face, as I use you for my pleasure while you get nothing, fucktoy. He was locked, in her power, under her command. And fuck, it felt amazing to be hers.

Patient, deep in subspace yet present. She was holding the key and the leash at the same time. She owned him. If Mikasa wanted to have Eren eat her out for the whole night, if she wanted to keep his cock caged for the whole play, only abusing his mouth, he would obey. There was that clarity in submission, in giving yourself over to the dom. The pet would serve his goddess, would do anything she wanted him to do without complaining, and that feeling of her grinding against his face, hearing her pleasure moans, that was enough of a reward. Eren achieved all this without using his hands, made her cum with those still clasped behind his back, and Mikasa was insatiable. She wanted all of him to serve her.

“Fin-Fingers... B-Baby I…”, she choked on her words for a second, her climax still going strong, “Ne-Need your ha-hands…”

She wanted to cum again, wanted Eren to bridge her orgasm right into the next one, wanted to stay on her high. Moving to serve, he quickly wet his fingers before pressing two into her opening, adding a third one when he felt how wet she was, how eagerly her cunt stretched around him. Lapping at her clit at the same time, lashing that sensitive bud with his tongue, Eren curved his fingers up, knowing from experience where that one place was, the one that made his mistress go crazy. Finding it and pressing, massaging her insides expertly, he achieved exactly what she wanted from him. Her thighs, already wrapped around his head, her stockinged feet slid across his back, control of her body slipping away from her. The second climax wrecked through her body before it got the chance to calm down, making her cry out, body arching on the sofa. With his cock straining against the tight confines of its prison, with Mikasa screaming out her pleasure out loud, the key mocking him from the chain around her neck, this was certainly a test of Eren’s devotion to his dark goddess.

A wave of wetness hit Eren’s face, informing him of a job well done. He was a very good orgasm slave for his owner, it would seem. He also knew that Mikasa liked being caressed and gently licked through her finish, didn’t want him to pull back immediately, so he eased her through the peak. When Mikasa’s slim grey eyes opened, tears leaking from the corners as proof of how intensive her experience was. Eren was once again kneeling at her feet, waiting. Reaching out, she ruffled his hair playfully, a smirk on her mouth.

“You’re a wonderful pet, Eren.”, she sighed, feeling happy and satisfied for the moment, “I love you like this.”

“Thank you.”, turning his head slightly, he pressed a kiss against her wrist, against the tattoo there, “You’re too kind, mistress.”

So kind that she kept him locked, not even bothering to hide the key, leaving it out on display. But letting Eren’s cock free or not was her decision, it belonged to her anyway, the proof written on the ring he wore around the base of his bound pride. All he could do was wait.

“I know, I know… I even have a surprise for you.”, her voice turned from soft to hard again, snapping, “Watch me.”

And he did. His eyes were glued to her as she stood up on shaky legs, reaching behind herself to unzip her dress. With a twist, a sexy shake of her hips, Mikasa made the black cloth slide down her body, revealing more and more of that smooth pale skin Eren adored. But there was something else too, something that he had no idea how it got there. A black leather harness. When did Mikasa put it on? Eren watched her dress, all the way from her stockings to the moment when she zipped up her boots, but he didn’t remember her putting this on. Oh, she must have done it in that short moment when Mikasa told him to wait outside, that she needs to use the bathroom real quick. This meant that all this time, their whole day out, it was there, hidden beneath the dress, hugging her firm curves. Black leather belts crossing her pale skin pulled tight enough that they would squeeze her anytime she moved. Mikasa didn’t like the harness much when Eren first showed it to her, wasn’t much sold on the idea, but apparently she learned to like it, putting it on even when the day was hers. It looked very good on her, Eren could say, leather harness combined well with her lacy lingerie, overall creating a rather strange yet somehow amazing set. It was clipped into her choker at the top, the strap hidden beneath her necklaces, framed her perky breasts, for now covered by the lace of her bra, went by her fit stomach with those defined abs to hug her sharp hips and continued even lower, following the V shape of her inner thighs. It made the curves of her body stand out amazingly, making the whole image even more alluring than it normally was.

Maybe the harness was originally meant for a submissive, but Mikasa effortlessly pulled it off as a domme, using the leather belts as a stylish fashion choice. It surely made their day out that much more interesting for her too, being squeezed and held by the tight bondage wear out in public must have been arousing as hell. Now Eren was gifted by this sight, for how nicely he ate his mistress out, and it was a reward worth having his face used as a pleasure toy.

“Like what you see?”, she asked, giving him a turnaround view. Eren couldn’t nod fast enough, making her smirk. It was high time to move this somewhere else, she still had grand plans for her puppy.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”, with that, Mikasa turned away, tugging at the leash to get her pet to follow her, “We still have a lot of training to do.”

The hard pull made him fall on all fours, forcing him to crawl. Luckily, Mikasa didn’t rush, enjoying her walk with the leashed pet on all fours at her side. Parading him like this, they reached the bedroom together, a mistress and a puppy on their daily walk.

“Now…”, looking down, the dominatrix smiled down at her submissive, at his devoted face, down at her feet, “What am I going to do with you?”

“A-Anything you want.”

“That’s right.”, a sharp intake of breath, “Anything I damn desire.”

Reaching down, she unclipped the leash from Eren’s collar, pointing at the bed.

“Up you go, puppy.”

As he crawled towards the bed, Mikasa sat down to undo the garter belt and finally pull the wet stockings from her feet, discarding them after. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra too, ridding her body of all that unnecessary clothing. The harness was more than enough. Removing her necklaces too, she only kept the key to Eren’s cock cage around her neck alongside the thick choker hugging her throat. She didn’t want to remove that, as it was connected to the harness on her body. That remained too, of course, tight on her body, squeezing her just perfectly anytime she moved. Ready to continue, Mikasa turned back and walked over to where Eren was waiting for her, obediently lying on his back as she told him to.

Mikasa did what he expected and tied him to the bed, using the cuffs in the corners. Ankles and wrists pulled tight, his body was forced into a spread-eagle, but that was not all. Pulling another strap out of somewhere, Mikasa buckled it across his chest, securing him to the bed even tighter. Another one went across his stomach and the last over his upper thighs. They were all pulled very, very tight, forcing his body to dip into the mattress at the sheer strength of his bindings. When she was done, it was obvious what her goal was. Mikasa wanted Eren completely still, unable to move a muscle, and she achieved just that. When their usual cuffs combined with these new belts, he was completely helpless. Even breathing was made a bit more difficult by how strongly the leather bit into his chest, sure to leave a mark behind. Mikasa cast an eye over the bondage, making sure that it was secured, completely immobilizing her victim. Satisfied, she walked over to their adult toybox and grabbed a few things before coming back and climbing on top of Eren, his unfocused eyes following her every move. Seating herself on his stomach, those nicely defined abs, Mikasa focused her attention on the thing between his legs, locked away by no one else but her.

She was not surprised to see that the cage was wet, Eren must have dribbled a lot of precum during their foreplay, but there was no satisfaction to be found for him. Mikasa made sure that he didn’t see what she was doing, facing his crotch rather than his face, made sure that he didn’t even catch a glimpse of the toys she brought. All he could see were her back, snow-white skin and black leather of the harness, the elegant ropes of muscle beneath moving anytime her delicate hands did. Dragging a single black nail across the cockring, secured around the base of Eren’s pride, restricting both the rod and the balls, she could hear him shakily exhale behind her. He probably thought that her touching his crotch was a good thing, that he will finally get something. Oh, if he only knew how wrong he was. Mikasa wanted to do this sooner, to have him eat her out while he would be caged, but Eren’s little deal at the start of the week prevented her from doing so. She meant it when she said that he was not the only one who was desperate. Many times she found herself staring at the key around her neck, knowing what it meant, the fire between her legs making her rub her thighs together. And now that she finally could do it, now that she could ride his face while his pleasure was locked away, she found herself loving it. And Mikasa was always a cruel dominatrix. She wanted more, more of that desperation, and she would get just that. The torture was only beginning.

Picking up the Hitachi wand from her pile of fun, Mikasa turned it on with a dark smile, loving how Eren tensed beneath her. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what was going down. But before he could do anything, before he could beg his mistress to perhaps reconsider, Mikasa put it down, pressing the vibrating head against the cage. Throwing his head back, as that was the only part of his body Eren could move, he let out a loud groan. This was terrible. He was already way past being turned on, his cock was incredibly sensitive, spending such a long time worshipping Mikasa’s perfect legs and velvety pussy does that to a man. And now that fucking cage he spent most of the night cursing shook, the wand vibrations affecting it, making it even more unbearable. The dominatrix was having fun. Letting some spit dribble from her mouth down between his legs for better lubrication, she was surely enjoying herself. Wrapping her fingers around the steel bars, she angled it to the side, pressing the wand against the previously unabused part after. It made Eren curse out loud, whine like an animal. She loved it. Just when he thought that he’s going to go insane. She stopped, looking at his red face over her shoulder.

“Something wrong, puppy?”, the goth temptress asked with that fake sweetness that made her voice threatening.

No, complaining was not the right path here. His cock belonged to her anyway, it was right there, written on the ring. Pets do not talk back unless they want to be punished. Instead of saying words he would soon regret, Eren took a deep breath.

“N-No, mistress.”

She eyes his face for a second before nodding and turning back towards her fun. And the torture began anew. Mikasa was glad that she tied Eren down like that because from how much she was abusing him, he would surely buck beneath her, his body would try to get rid of its tormentor subconsciously. Secured as he was, none of that was allowed to happen. Instead, her fun was accompanied by the tortured sounds falling from his mouth behind her, muttered curses, groans, some weak begging when he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not like she cared, of course.

“I do wonder just how much cum you built up.”, she speculated out oud, teasing Eren’s swollen balls with the tip of her little finger, “A week in chastity should make a lot, don’t you think?”

“M-Mistress… I….”, a pained sound, “Please…”

She asked him a question, and he had the audacity to ignore it. With a frown, she slapped his balls instead, hard enough to force a loud curse out of him.

“Words, puppy, use them.”

Eren had trouble concentrating, had trouble answering any sort of question with all the blood rushed between his legs, but to prevent further punishment, he did his best.

“I… It will be a lot… You teased me so much.”

“I did, didn’t I.”, she giggled, once again pressing the wand against the cage, “It’s so much fun to watch you squirm.”

And it went on, and on, and it didn’t get better, it got worse. Dripping more spit on his poor cock, she leaned down to lick at his caged pride, the tip of her tongue reaching between the bars to tease him even further. It wasn’t a blowjob, it was more of a teasejob because when Mikasa closed her mouth around the cage and sucked at it, Eren felt like he could die. She had to be careful though. When she used her tongue and pressed the wand against his tip at the same time, from how much the glands swelled it was possible that Eren would just cum from all that stimulation, cage or no cage. Pulling back, giving him a little breather, she looked back at her slave, smirking when she saw how ruined his face was. Oh, but that could be made even better.

“M-Mistress….”, Eren noticed her watching him, his voice coarse and full of pleading, “P-Please… I ca-can’t….”

Well, maybe she could give him an out. He was a good boy, after all.

“I can either continue this,”, she held up the wand, giggling when she saw how Eren fearfully eyed it as if it was not a sex toy but a deadly weapon.

“Or I could sit on your face.”, she proposed the other possibility, “I wouldn’t say no if you offered to eat my ass, puppy.”

Eren’s answer was quick and rather expected.

“You would do me an honor if you placed your perfect butt on my face, mistress, so I could pleasure you with my undeserving mouth.”

Mikasa never heard a more flowery invitation to sit on someone’s face, so putting her magic wand down, for now, she climbed over to where Eren’s head was, carefully positioning her ass right over his waiting mouth. Moving down, she smothered his face, making sure that her butt was at the right place. With how it covered all of his face, Eren’s breathing was reduced to a trickle, both mouth and nose full of Mikasa’s ass, left with nothing but hope that she won’t suffocate him. Then again, there are worse ways to go than being smothered by a beautiful butt. Just as he was losing hope, unable to help himself, tied up as he was, Mikasa lifted herself a bit, allowing sweet air back in. Eren gulped it down, chest heaving, but he wasn’t allowed to breathe for long before she sat down again. Pleasing his mistress was difficult, considering the position and all, her puppy needed some motivation. Changing her seating form, Mikasa straightened her legs, letting them rest on the cock cage, playing with it with her toes. It was nowhere near as bad as the Hitachi wand torture, but it was a warning. Eren should better start using his tongue, or she can very well just go back to her previous fun.

The shift in her position also meant that all her heavy weight was now resting on top of his body, her athletic form difficult to bear. Leaning on Eren’s shoulders to steady herself, Mikasa poked at his cock with her foot, prompting him to finally dart out with his tongue, licking alongside her anus. Despite these hard conditions, he did his best to please her, moving alongside the rim before dipping inside the puckered hole, eating her ass as dutifully as he could. There was also that little problem of being suffocated by Mikasa’s firm butt. Merciful as his mistress was, she lifted her ass from time to time, pausing the smothering in order to let her pet breathe for a few moments before sitting back down. Breathing would be a distraction from serving her anyway, with no air available the only thing Eren could do was pleasure her and hope that she will decide that he deserves oxygen for his efforts.

“That’s a good boy,”, she moaned on top of him, head falling back, her foot pressing harder against the cage, making him groan into her, “Do-don’t you d-dare stop.”

She was close, very close, and to help her pet along Mikasa lowered one hand between her legs, playing with her swollen clit, rubbing herself in sync with the movements of Eren’s tongue dancing around her anus. Dipping two fingers inside herself, Mikasa spread her legs to touch herself better, moaning loudly and making no effort to muffle herself. With a deep shove of his tongue Eren finally pushed her over, Mikasa’s body writhing as an orgasm overtook her, still fingering herself to drag it out. Feeling her tighten and release was great, although the momentary lapse in vigilance meant that Eren was dangerously close to suffocating when Mikasa finally got off his face, allowing her pet to live. She needed a moment to calm after having her butt so nicely pleasured, Catching her breath, calming herself, she moved to stare right down at her pet.

“You deserve a reward for this,”, she said, caressing his hair and watching Eren’s face, red from both the teasing and the lack of oxygen, “That was some fine ass-eating you did.”

“Th…”, he coughed, throat hoarse, “Thank you, mistress.”

With a wink, Mikasa repositioned herself between Eren’s legs, once again gently running her fingers over the bars.

“I think it’s high time we let you out”, she cooed, tracing the ring with the tip of her finger, “wouldn’t you say?”

“I… Uhm..”, praying to high heaven that this is not another one of Mikasa’s traps, Eren met her gaze with a bit of fear in his own eyes, “I-If you believe I deserve it, mistress..”

Slowly, as if she was still deciding, Mikasa slipped the key from around her neck, sliding it into the lock. With a click, the cage loosened, falling away from his cock which almost immediately sprung to its full length. The cage was gone, but the ring remained, pulled tight around the base, meaning that Eren was not yet completely free.

“You know how it goes,”, she said, putting away the cage and retrieving another thing from her collection, placed in a way that Eren couldn’t see what it was, “Something goes out, something else….”

Pop and the pleasant smell of scented lube invaded his nose.

“Goes in…”

The finger penetrating his ass was not much of a surprise anymore. Mikasa was in no rush, slowly preparing her pet’s hole, rotating her hand to loosen his muscles. Adding another finger, she dripped a bit more lube over him, and Eren finally recognized what the smell was. Cherry. Mikasa was using the lube Hange gave them as a gift, making him wonder if the scientist would be surprised by how they were enjoying it. Probably not. Scissoring her fingers, the tips brushed against Eren’s prostate, making him hiss at the white-hot pleasure that coursed through his veins.

“Easy… Easy…”, Mikasa was still smiling, her voice light, “Don’t get too worked up yet.”

How was he supposed to not get worked up when she fingered his ass so well, knowing just where to touch and how to move her hand to make him melt. The muscles gave way, surrendering to her, and that was exactly what she wanted. Pulling her fingers out, Mikasa laughed when Eren whined in protest.

“Aw, you’re so cute.”

With that, a new pressure appeared against his anus, sliding past the weakened ring and into him. Silicone, a shape he knew, curved in a way that pressed right against his sweet spot. Eyes shooting open, Eren saw that it wasn’t a strap-on, as he first thought, it wasn’t fastened to Mikasa’s waist. It was a vibrator, a prostate massager, a toy that had the power to reduce him into a complete mess. As if he wasn’t ruined enough. Satisfied that it was placed into him correctly, sheathed all the way in, Mikasa retrieved the remote and climbed back up over his body to face him.

“Let’s turn it up a notch.”, she said, “You’ll eat me out, make me cum all over your face with your tongue while this thing, “she held up the remote, “will play with your ass.”

A broken whine from him. Good enough.

“If I decide that you earned it,” Mikasa continued, “I’ll let you cum. If not, well….”

Her eyes moved back where the cage and wand were resting.

“We can always go back.”

“I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life, mistress, you can count on me.”, Eren pleaded, almost feverish, willing to do anything not to go back into the cage.

Desperate, just as she liked him.

“We’ll see about that.”

Resuming her rightful position on the throne that was Eren’s face, Mikasa sighed happily when she felt her slave immediately go to work, mouth, and tongue eager to stay true to his word. Relaxing, letting him do his magic, Mikasa clicked the remote, the toy in Eren’s ass coming to life. It worked amazingly, massaging his prostate just as the name suggested, making his cock strain wildly against the ring. It was hard to stay focused on eating his mistress out, with this toy inside him, but Eren was determined. Moving his mouth, licking at her, locating the sweet spots with the tip of his tongue, he did everything he could to make her cum.

He mouthed her eagerly, tongue dipping deeper into her sex, prodding, and lapping at all she had to offer. Unable to use his hands to pull her closer, Eren had to make do with her ass pressing down against his chin as Mikasa eased more of her weight on top of him. Skin warm against her bare thighs, hot breath coming in exhale right into her, everything wet with his saliva and her juices. Her cunt quaked, throbbing and squeezing as his tongue worked within her.

Mikasa was worked up again, not letting her body rest, thighs squeezing hard around his face, freezing Eren in place. She panted on top of him, her hand clenching around the remote, the other pressed against his belly, stabilizing herself. Eren didn’t leave any part of her body alone. Tongue tracing from her pussy to her anus, he glided around that spit slick hole, dipping in again, making her moans rise in intensity. She didn’t even feel like touching herself at this point, Eren was just too good at this, trained by her in the arts of pussy and ass eating to perfection. Even with the prostate massager inside him as a distraction, he was making her see white, muscles of her core pulling tighter and tighter in the preparation of the rapidly approaching peak.

His tongue continued to pry into her heat, slick and tight and accompanied by moans and curses, muffled by the legs squeezing his head. Eren couldn’t hear her, but he could feel her, feel how she bucked on top of him, riding his face, chasing her orgasm that was closer and closer by the second. Her skin was feverish, beads of sweat gliding down and collecting to where her body was hugged by the harness. Her small tits, framed by the belts, were squeezed anytime she moved, only heightening the beautiful experience. The velvety walls squeezing around his tongue, thighs shaking, breathing ragged. She was drenched now between the legs, by both her arousal and the spit, smearing it all over his face, but Eren was far from minding that.

And then she was gone. Muscles tight, her cunt gripped his tongue hard, pulsing around the wet intruder in an attempt to milk it. Mikasa’s body shook, her head fell back, a scream of pure ecstasy ripping from her throat.

“Eren, I…”, she moaned, the fire spreading into her, “Oh god!”

Her hips were moving on their own now, riding his face, using his tongue to keep herself engaged, to prolong her pleasure high as long as possible. Eren was completely on board with that. Not pulling back in the slightest, he kept on tongue fucking her, delving deep into her throbbing sex, drinking her in. She was high and feverish, head lost somewhere in the clouds of sex, feeling thoroughly satisfied. Mikasa couldn’t hold herself up anymore, and with Eren’s hands tied, there was no one to catch her as she collapsed, panting hard into his skin.

There was silence now when she wasn’t screaming anymore, a silence broken by their heavy breathing and the gentle buzz of the prostate massager. The way she fell, down at his stomach, placed her just a few inches away from his straining cock, dripping precum everywhere. There wasn’t a word to describe how much Eren needed a release anymore. Teased, being forced to eat his mistress out and feeling her cumming on top of him multiple times was hot as fuck, and with his vibed prostate added to the mix it was getting too much. Too fucking much to handle. Still, Mikasa took her time, getting her body back to work, stretching like a cat. Pushing herself up on all fours, knees digging almost painfully into his stomach, she turned to look at Eren, dragging a finger down his drenched face.

“Well that was something, puppy.”, pushing her fingers into his mouth, she let him suck on them, “You are so well trained, I adore your magical mouth…”

Eren wanted to reply to that, thank her, or maybe say that perhaps the reward in order, but whatever he wanted to say never left his mouth because Mikasa finally touched his cock, for the first time since letting him out of the cage. It wasn’t with her hands, she was facing him after all, but her feet slid down, taking his length between them, holding him between the instep of one and the bottom of the other foot. With this improvised hold, Mikasa began jerking him off, moving her legs up and down in a rhythmic motion. It wasn’t fair. No one was supposed to have this much of agility in their feet. Mikasa wasn’t even looking at what she was doing, content with watching his face, moaning around her fingers in his mouth, grinning like a cat.

“Poor baby, did you want to say something?”, her feet pumped him harder, the tips of her fingers scissoring as she forced his mouth open.

Eren was panting like a dog at this point, his tongue out, eyes blown and unfocused while she kept torturing him. An idea popping out in her head, Mikasa pursed her lips, letting a rope of spit fall. The process was slow, telegraphed, and if Eren didn’t want to participate he had plenty of time to turn his face away. But he didn’t. Instead, he let her spit into his mouth, opened and pliant and completely at her mercy. Fuck, that was hot. Dipping down, Mikasa kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, the tempo of her footjob hard and fast. Combined with the massager, it was a lot of pleasure, more than Eren was able to handle, swelling against the cockring. It was supposed to stop him from cumming, but he was simply too overwhelmed, his body burned with the need. It couldn’t stop him from cumming but cruel as the toy was, it ruined the orgasm his dominatrix forced out of him. Leaking some pitiful dribble on Mikasa’s feet, Eren let out a pathetic whine, not finding any pleasure in this. He felt her grin against his mouth. It did nothing to lessen the pressure, it did not make him feel better, in fact, he was feeling worse now. And Mikasa was not about to ignore that.

“Aw would you look at that.”, once again sliding down between his spread legs, she poked his leaking thing, still smiling. She was so cruel, it was unreal.

“This is some next level desperation, puppy, managing to cum even with the ring on. And just from my feet too.”

Just from her feet and the prostate massager, of course, but she gracefully omitted that vibrator deep in Eren’s ass. Face thoughtful, her fingers circled the engraved steel of the cockring.

“Maybe I should have pulled it tighter.”

To add insult to injury, she lowered her head, dragging her tongue over the side of his cock, licking it clean of its half-release, teasing him again. Life sucks when your cock is owned by such a cruel dominatrix.

“But such disobedience still warrants punishment.”, she added, back to being a strict dominatrix, “Babe, it’s time for your dick flattening.”

With that, she pushed down hard, pressing his cock against his stomach and forcing another whine from his throat. This wasn’t fair. Letting go, she stroked him, getting his erection going again before re-applying the pressure, flattening his dick back down. It was harsh, borderline painful, but she was having fun. And that’s what mattered.

“You like it?”, she asked, getting a weak shake of his head in reply, “Too bad, because I do.”

Turning up the heat, Mikasa stood up on the bed, lifting one leg and using her foot instead of her hand, stepping on Eren’s jewels. It was worse like this, with her weight pressing down, made even more unbearably when she grinded her heel against his cock, making him cry out. Ok, maybe cumming without permission was out of line, but it was a stupid ruined orgasm which he couldn’t control anyway. Having his dick flattened was not an appropriate response. Ignoring his wordless protest, Mikasa grinded down harder, pushing her foot right against the head, sadistic. She always lessened the pressure before increasing it again, giving Eren those little hopes that his punishment was complete. It wasn’t.

It would be a shame to flatten his dick completely. Eren had a nice cock, 10/10, long, thick, with well-shaped balls and all, but obedience was a base of a happy relationship, and Mikasa just had to punish him. It was her duty as Eren’s mistress to discipline her pet when he misbehaved.

“Anything you want to say in your defense?”, she queried, poking his swollen sack with her toes, “Or do you want me to completely crush your balls.”

“I’d… Uhm…. Pre-Prefer if you did-didn’t, mistress. Why would you destroy your property?”

Ooh, using her own reasoning against her. Cheeky, but Mikasa liked it.

“Good point.”, she surrendered, finally lifting her foot from Eren’s abused cock.

The punishment had to be more severe, but Mikasa wanted to be smarter about it. He came without permission, and while it was still an unfulfilling finish, it went against her wishes. Maybe she should show him just how unpleasant having your orgasm ruined can be. A smile appeared on her face. Yes, that was the perfect way to show Eren the error of his ways.

“Now then..”, back between his legs, she stroked the reddened length with a thoughtful expression on her face, “What am I going to do with you….”

Eren wasn’t in the position to decide his fate. Tied up, he shot a quick prayer towards heaven, hoping that Mikasa won’t pull out any more of her devilish scheme. He was wrong, of course, but he didn’t know that. Yet. Pausing for a moment, Mikasa retrieved the lube bottle and dribbled some of the cherry-scented liquid down on Eren’s length, massaging it all over him. It was always fun to have her hand turbo glide over his cock, with almost no resistance at all. Taking a firmer grip, she began pumping him, up and down at a steady tempo. Mikasa didn’t rush, but wasn’t too slow either, using her thumb to play with the head and increase the already dangerously spiking pleasure. Hearing his sounds, watching him squirm against the belts holding it down reminded Mikasa that she didn’t have to tire her hands, did she. Retrieving the Hitachi wand, she turned it on, pressing the vibrating head right against the tip of Eren’s cock. It felt powerful when she was vibing his cage, it felt insane when it was right on his oversensitive flesh. With a scream of a dying animal, Eren pulled on the bindings hard, the leather groaning in protest. But he couldn’t free himself, he couldn’t do anything, he was left in Mikasa’s hands, who undistracted by his actions continued, tracing all of his length with the wand. Moving down, she pushed it down against his balls, jerking him off with her free hand. It was too much again. With the vibrator in his ass, the wand at his balls, Mikasa’s skillful hand on his cock, Eren could feel it coming again, that wave that would grant him release but no pleasure, a pitiful excuse for an orgasm that he did not want to happen again.

“P-Please!”, he screamed, willing to do anything to be let free, “Mistress, I beg you, not again…”

“Oh?” As if she just noticed his struggle, Mikasa looked up with an arched eyebrow, “What do you want, puppy?”

“Please, let me out, please please…”, his words fell apart, becoming a pleading gibberish as he held her gaze, beyond desperate.

“You want me to take off the ring?”, she asked, tapping it with her nail.

He nodded immediately, more begging on his lips.

“You think I should let you cum?”, Mikasa wasn’t convinced, “Do you deserve it?”

Maybe it was a bad idea, but Eren couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y-Yes... Please…”

She studied his face, black nails tapping against the steel ring.

“Very well, since you’re begging so nicely.”

The cockring clicked open, falling away, and Mikasa placed it next to the cage. Gone, but easily in her reach. Eren felt like he could fly, the infernal pressure was gone from around his base, he was free, so free. Well, if you didn’t count that he was tied to the bed, but that was insignificant. He was so lucky that his mistress was such a nice person, it was proof that she loved him so much. Shooting him a smile, Mikasa began stroking his cock again, her hand feeling so much better now that the ring was gone. The wand also clicked on, the buzz combining with the prostate massager that never stopped, finding its place under the head of his cock, pleasuring the most sensitive place. Eren was in heaven, the buildup rising and rising, the climax he deserved building in his beaten and bruised body, sure to be an amazing one. Yes, just a tiny bit more, last push and…

“You know, it’s amazing,”, her voice, coming into his barely coherent ears, Eren’s whole clenched in preparation for that amazing release she was building up for him, “All this training and still…”

Suspicion, creeping up his spine in reaction to the tone of her words, a thinly veiled threat in them.

“Still you think that you can tell me what to do.”, a tired sigh from her lips, but at the same time her hand sped up and he was close, so fucking close….

“The audacity.”

Eren broke. And she stopped, right at the same time, her hand rapidly sliding down to clamp hard at the base, replacing the cock ring with her fingers. The wand was also gone, and the vibrator went dead in his ass, the pleasure stopping. Yet he couldn’t stop it anymore. Eyes shooting open, Eren whined out loud in protest, his hips trying and failing to move, held down by the belts. He needed friction, something, anything to rub his cock on, to find that stimulation. Nothing, there was nothing, only the iron hold Mikasa had on his balls, denying him any sort of pleasure. Again. The wave crashed. Shaking, dribbling, Eren was mercilessly thrown into another ruined orgasm, a punishment from his cruel mistress, weakly leaking on his stomach. The dominatrix granted him no pleasure, she finished her pet off in the worst possible way, his cock going into that half-soft half-hard mode, only adding to his frustration. Body shaking, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, Eren couldn’t be more destroyed. Correction, he thought that he couldn’t be more destroyed. Mikasa disagreed.

When her tongue touched his ruined cock, when she sucked on him, Eren literally sobbed, unable to bear her anymore. How could she do this to him?

“N-No, please… Mistress…”, he looked down at her, down between his legs where she was bringing his cock back to life, ignoring his pleadings, “Not again, anything but this... Please!”

Her dark eyes met his, grey flashing into emerald, and Mikasa waited for a second, pausing in her torment. And Eren knew what she was waiting for. Is he going to use his safeword? Is he going to take that way out?

No. He couldn’t. Despite the suffering, despite being this used and abused, despite feeling like his consciousness could snap at any moment, Eren was loving this. Deep down, hidden, but it was there. The fact that Mikasa owned him, did what she wanted to him, this incredibly cruel and merciless, it rubbed the twisted parts of him so well. There could never be anyone else but her, Eren would never let anyone else ruin him like this. Just her, his dark goddess, his small tiddy goth gf, his cruel domme, his beloved mistress. Just Mikasa.

Seeing that he is silent, that he won’t give in, Mikasa went back to work. If Eren won’t back down, she certainly didn’t feel like stopping. Exploring his uttermost limits, balancing him on the edge, that was always worth it. He could fall, if he wanted to, but she would catch him.

Eren did his best to stay soft in her mouth, but that task was impossible. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to force his cock not to harden, how hard he pushed the erection back, it still happened. His body was still unsatisfied, it yearned for a proper release. Teased for this long, his balls felt like bursting, the two consecutive ruined orgasms brought him no satisfaction. But from the look on Mikasa’s face, that wasn’t happening. Resurrected, his length was once again standing at attention, making her smirk. Raising the Hitachi wand, again, she circled the head of his cock, loving the shuddering breath he took. Eren knew what was coming this time, knew that begging and pleading won’t save him. He should have kept his fucking mouth shut, trying to tell Mikasa what she should do with her own cock. So what that it was attached to his body, it still belonged to her.

He closed his eyes, turned his head away. He tried to think about unsexy stuff. That wouldn’t work if he would look at her, Mikasa was fucking beautiful, naked porcelain skin glistening with sweat, black leather belts of the harness crossing her body, all the way from her choker down to her thighs. He loved how it made her tits stand out, the white framed by the black, how beautifully her abs looked, bathed in sweat. Yea, he couldn’t look at her, if he wanted to make his cock soft.

Still, it didn’t work.

The wand felt too good. Her mouth felt too good. It didn’t matter that the massager wasn’t turned back on, remaining a dead weight in his ass. Her hand, oh god her fucking hand. Mikasa just knew how to touch him, knew how to spread her fingers around him, knew where to push. He couldn’t win. Never. And to make it even worse, when the dominatrix saw how her slave tried to deny her, she did the worst thing possible.

She giggled.

Tears slid down his face. Why did she have to do this to him, and worse, why did he love it so much? Muscles clenching, Eren tried to push the rising tide back, to no avail, tried delaying his peak as much as he could, knowing that she’s just going to ruin it for him. Mikasa was keeping a close eye on his cock, her fingers always checking the glands, she knew exactly how his body reacted when he was close. He couldn’t trick her, he couldn’t stop her, he couldn’t do anything. It came, unstoppable as a hurricane, made him climb higher and higher until he tripped over the place of no return. And again, she denied him. For the third time that evening, Eren cried out while his cock finished with no stimulation, trembling with each spurt, for the third time he dribbled a pitiful amount of cum, for the third time he was kicked down from his height with no satisfaction. She tormented him until he was done, and then some more, adding post orgasm torture to the long list of things that she’s put her pet through tonight. Even as his length was going back into its half-soft state, she kept the wand going, her tongue drawing playful circles at the head. It made Eren afraid that perhaps Mikasa still wasn’t done, that she intends to ruin him again, but just as he was completely losing hope, she stopped. Putting the wand down, she looked over her handiwork, proud of what she’s done. Eren was humiliated, done, ruined. His cock was red and abused, balls still full to bursting, no release granted. He was openly crying, tears sliding down his face, body shaking as much as it could in the tight confines of the bondage.

If there was hell, Eren was tied down in the deepest circle, and the devil herself, hidden in the form of a beautiful woman, was tormenting him.

Job well done, Mikasa quietly congratulated herself, Eren was about as ravaged as a man could be. A bit tired from all those activities, her legs still feeling weak from how powerful her satisfying climax was, Mikasa decided to take a breather. A pause in all this madness to collect her bearings and decide how to play with her pet further. The night was still young. Digging into her box of wonders, Mikasa pulled out another piece, crawling to where Eren’s head was. Her puppy was unresponsive, looking away, his face so sad that it tugged at her heart. Just a little bit. To get some reaction out of him, to wake him up from that lethargy, Mikasa put her head close to his chest, teasing one of his nipples with the tip of her tongue. Eren’s nostrils flared, but he still refused to look at her, didn’t want to fall for her charms again just to be let down.

“Puppy, don’t sulk.”, she tried, a certain artificial sweetness in her voice.

If anything, it made him sulk harder. Oh well, she tried to be nice. When the cold metal clamp bit down into his nipple, Eren finally did something, hissed in pain to be exact. His teary eyes found her face, a silent pleading written in his features. But no, Mikasa wouldn’t relent. Eren could always safeword out, and if he wouldn’t do it, she had reason to spare him from her sadistic machinations. She put the metal jaws on his other nipple too, the chain connecting the clamps rattling. With that out of the way, Mikasa took the leather hood she had brought, grabbing a fistful of Eren’s hair and roughly angling his head so she can slip it over him. It cut off his vision and hearing, covering his eyes and ears by a thick amount of the material. Then it was time to take care of his mouth, so pushing two fingers into it, Mikasa pried it open, gagging Eren with a rubber ball. He didn’t fight her when she secured the strap around the back of his head but didn’t help her either, choosing apathy as his defense mechanism against her sadism. Too bad that Mikasa didn’t mind, she was sure that the next batch of toys would cut through that like a hot knife through butter.

The toy looks unassuming, just like a small open cuff or a sheath, but from what she heard on the internet, it was supposed to be powerful. No better time to try than now. First, she retrieved the ring from where she put it, clicking it closed around his cock again. It would help maintain his erection and prevent him from cumming to a degree, and Mikasa wanted to continue having fun. He was still half-soft, his body recovering from the shock of the ruined finish, but that didn’t matter, the toy should work even on a fully flaccid penis. The placement was important, and Mikasa made sure to slide the thing so the vibrating plate would be in the right place, the underside of the head, the most sensitive place. The wings of the toy hugged his shape, holding the whole thing. Mikasa’s work was uninterrupted by any sounds from Eren, who was lost in complete darkness, blind, deaf and mute. He could feel her fingers on his cock, locking it into some infernal contraption again, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Just wait. And fear what was about to come.

Right, so did she forget anything? Cockring? Check. The vibrating toy secured on his penis? Check. Prostate massager still in place? Check. Gag? Check. Hood? Check. The bindings? Check. Yup, it’s game time. Sliding down from the bed, Mikasa took a seat, watching Eren’s motionless form on the bed. This position, him tied up and helpless, his senses taken away, her, with the remotes in hands and fully in power, this was exactly what he did to her not that long ago. That time, she was the one on the bed, tied to the frame and in Eren’s hands, but their positions were now reversed. And it was time to show him just how amazing it is, to be subjected to a complete sensory deprivation and have your weak spots attacked at the same time. Clicking the remotes in her hands on, Mikasa brought the toys to life.

When the massager woke up, Eren groaned into the gag. He almost forgot that he had it stuck in his ass all this time, most of his attention focused on the torment his crotch received. Then, the clamps Mikasa put on his nipples followed, also vibrating, because why the hell not. And then, just as he thought that this was it, the sheath that she slid his cock in joined in. Whoever came up with the toy had a rather good idea about male anatomy, because the vibrating plate was pressed right against his frenulum, making the toy very effective. His cock was back in full-on hard mode before he realized what was happening. So this is what it felt like. Eren had no control over the situation, he was tied to the bed and sex toys were vibrating against the most vulnerable parts of his body. There was nothing he could do to affect his position in any way, his fate was in Mikasa’s hands. Unable to bear it silent anymore, he threw his head back, the leather of the hood sliding across the bedding and screamed into the gag, the sound effectively muffled. Nope, nothing. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t speak. Couldn’t make her stop. Just lay right there and take it.

Mikasa was loving this. Watching Eren writhe on the bed, his head snapping from side to side in futile attempts to do something, hands, and legs pulling at the cuffs as he tried to free himself. It didn’t help, not even when he pulled with all his strength, making his muscles stand out so nicely beneath the skin. With the belts securing him to the mattress, Eren couldn’t even shift his hips to lessen the pressure. Fuck, but this was hot. Before Mikasa even realized what she was doing, her hand found its way between her legs, fingers touching her engorged clit. When the tips of her fingers slid across her wet nub, she stopped herself, staring down with wide eyes. Was she seriously going to finger herself while watching Eren tied to the bed, fighting against the vibro-torture she put him in? Slowly, her lips spread into a grin.

Fuck yes.

Grabbing the neglected Hitachi wand, not needed by her puppy as Eren had other toys entertaining him, Mikasa turned it on and pressed it against her pulsing clit, sighing happily. Eyes glued to her lover’s bound body, she stared as he shook, drinking in those delicious sounds muffled by the gag. Sweat was gliding down over his muscles, making them glisten so perfectly. It was like watching a scene from a movie, the torment of a fallen angel, Eren’s silent battle against the machines was beautiful to behold. His body, all hard muscle and planes of smooth skin, restricted by her devilish hand, tormented because she wanted him to. Observing the fruits of her labor, Mikasa felt powerful and in control and it did make wonders for her arousal. Putting one leg on the chair, spreading herself open, she pushed two fingers into her wet opening, a moan falling from her lips. While Eren could find no release, the ring working as intended, he was left to stay on the edge endlessly, Mikasa worked herself to a solid peak. Fingers deep inside her clenching cunt, wand working against her swollen clit, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her helpless puppy. Her pet was doing his best to stay sane, the toys breaking and entering into places that should remain locked. Eren couldn’t even hear her moans, couldn’t see how she worked herself between the obscenely spread legs. Melting into the sofa, Mikasa came on a deep shove of her digits, chest heaving, using the wand to prolong the orgasm for herself. Oh yeah, this was the stuff. The wand falling from her fingers, Mikasa leaned back, calming herself, eyes not leaving Eren even for a second. Watching him squirm, watching him fight and lose against the bondage he was in, watching the toys buzz against his body, she came to a decision. His ass was surely more than prepared by now, the prostate massager working him for some time, and Mikasa did want to fuck him before the play was done. No time like the present. But when she tried standing up, her exhausted legs couldn’t hold her, and Mikasa fell back into the chair. Okay, maybe in a moment. For now, she would just relax and watch that nice spectacle happening in front of her on the bed. After calming down, she would walk over to the place where their toys were, pick out her favorite strap-on and fasten it around her hips. She would climb into the bed and fuck the lights out of Eren. But for now, she would just watch and enjoy the show. Her puppy wasn’t going anywhere, the tight bondage made sure of that.

Eren didn’t know how much time has passed, he had no way of measuring it. It felt like ages since Mikasa took his senses away from him, since she turned the toys on and left him cooking in his own sweat. Robbed of any way to influence his well-being, Eren was reduced to a moaning mess, pulling at the cuffs in desperate attempts to break free, but deep down he knew that they won’t give. They didn’t. He could only be let out by Mikasa’s grace, and she was especially cruel tonight. The dominatrix could keep him tied to the bed as long as she wanted to. Eren couldn’t even think, the toys robbed him of any ability to form coherent thoughts, placed expertly and abusing him without a pause. Just as he was slowly coming to terms with being turned into another piece of furniture, the toys switched off and fingers appeared. Not on his face as he expected, instead they were between his legs pulling at the vibrator. It left his ass with a wet sound caused by the copious amounts of lube Mikasa used to push it in, making his muscles automatically clench around the sudden emptiness. After that, she removed that sheath from his cock, and even the clamps were opened, making Eren’s body free of the infernal machines. With the hood still on his head, he couldn’t see what Mikasa was doing, but Eren had the creeping feeling that his butt won’t remain free for a long time. For once, he was correct.

To get the desired angle, Mikasa had to untie his legs, placing them around her hips instead. With that out of the way, she grabbed the strap-on at the base, carefully guiding it into his stretched opening. The rubber head of the dildo slipped between parted ass cheeks, tracing over his perineum until Eren was trembling and clenching in anticipation. He knew what was coming. Finally, she pushed her hips forward, invading his private area with the toy. The stretch was delightful, the cold hard plastic pushing deeper and deeper into his ass with every movement of her hips. She pulled back before pushing forward, worked her way in, didn’t rush anywhere. Mikasa rolled her hips, the toy rubbing over his inner walls, and Eren cried out into the gag.

It was time to fully reward her pet, he deserved it for taking the dildo so well. Mikasa grabbed Eren’s shins, pushing and guiding, lifting his legs. She moved her hands to his knees, pressing them into his chest, practically bending him in half as his whole body curved and his ass stuck out, the strap-on still buried deep inside it. With this better angle at her disposal, Mikasa began fucking her pet in the earnest.

Her thrusts picked up the tempo. Deeper. Faster. Nudging against sensitive walls as his legs tensed up against her. Her hips slapped against his ass driving her rubber cock home. His knees were pressing into his chest almost painfully, but he didn’t even feel it, his entire brain fogged with Mikasa fucking his ass. Knowing how to move, how to rotate her hips, the tip of the dildo pressed against Eren’s prostate, the sounds he was making behind the gag rising getting a new tone of intensity.

His cock throbbed between his legs, begging for attention, tears flowing from his eyes. She couldn’t see that thought, his face was hidden from her by the leather hood, but from how his body reacted to her, Mikasa knew that she was doing good. Faster still, in the perfect angle, hitting that sweet spot deep inside him again and again. Her thrusts were near brutal now. She was determined to make him cum just from her fake cock, there was no need to touch that weeping thing between his legs. Eren could cum like that, Mikasa has done that in the past and was about to repeat that achievement. Letting go of his legs for a second, she removed that restrictive device from his cock, her pet deserved to finally be granted a full release. Hooking her hands underneath his knees after, she pressed them higher, perfecting the angle she was fucking him at.

“Cum for me.”, she growled through gritted teeth, “Just like this, cum for me.”

Keeping up the cruel pace, uncaring that he was sobbing beneath her again, Mikasa kept rubbing his prostate with the tip of the toy. His skin was feverish, molten fire in his veins, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time. Time passed, her thrusts changed experimentally but were always aimed for that sweet spot inside him. Mikasa circled her hips, snapped them up, rotated them, tireless abdominals allowing her to play with no limitations. There was darkness, there was silence, there was the soft but firm hug of his bindings, and then there was the rubber cock inside his ass, hammering away. Eren felt like Mikasa had fucked any sense of intelligence out of him. He couldn’t think, his vision had black spots even in the darkness of the hood, his ears were full of rushing blood. His ass hurt from how strongly she fucked him, the burn in the muscles of his legs becoming more prominent the longer he had them pressed against his chest.

And then it hit him.

Like a fire, one deep hit was enough to send him over the edge. The gag, completely drenched in drool by now, was put to test as Eren screamed, body convulsing beneath her, cock throbbing as ropes of cum shot from it. His first real orgasm in a week, and it was an insanely powerful one, fucked from him by Mikasa’s strap-on without her laying a finger on his cock. It caked his stomach, reaching even as high as his chest, his ass clenching around the dildo buried inside it. Seeing that she had done it, Mikasa slowed down her movements but didn’t stop, knowing that if she kept fucking him it would make the whole experience even better. It did. The prolonged finish was like something from Eren’s wildest dreams. The sensory deprivation helped, with eyes and ears covered his brain wasn’t receiving any other information but that overwhelming pleasure, spreading from his prostate into his whole body. Mikasa milked him for all that he was worth, milked his prostate with the practiced movements of her hips, forcing Eren to surrender everything that he had. His cum, his essence was an offering to the goddess, and she was a greedy one.

He was gone, too far gone to even feel when Mikasa stopped moving, sure that she fucked everything out of him, milked her pet to the last drop. His legs were beginning to cramp when she allowed him to lower them back to the bed, moving on to the last part of the play. The aftercare. Unclasping the harness from her waist, she put the strap-on down to be cleaned later. It served them very well, but now it was time for the dom to take care of her submissive. Removing the nipple clamps first, putting them away, Mikasa began to free her beloved puppy. The hood slipped away from his face, drenched by tears. The gag was quick to follow, connected to his swollen lips by ropes of spit as Mikasa pulled it away.

“Eren? Baby?”, caressing his cheek, she got his attention, although his eyes were still very unfocused, mind flying somewhere very high, “Does anything hurt? Are you okay?”

He stared at her for a few seconds, digesting the words before his brain translated them.

“M’fine…”, he finally managed to let out, making a large weight fall from her shoulders.

Mikasa was genuinely worried to see him like this, usually fast reaction slowed to the speed of a slug. Playing rough was nice and all, but even mistress Ackerman had to make sure that Eren was truly okay, that she didn’t hurt him in her wild abandon. Buckle after buckle, she undid the bindings that held him to the bed, rubbing his wrists. They had red circles around, a proof of how hard Eren pulled on the bindings, but other than that there was no serious damage. His chest was scratched, his nipples were abused, but the worst was done in the places between his legs. Eren’s ass was reddened from how powerfully she fucked him, the place where her hips slapped into it almost welted. His cock was also mercilessly abused, now softened and shrunk, when his need was finally satisfied. She would take care of that damage, rub some cream into it, make sure that he recovered properly. But now, there was something else that Eren craved, and Mikasa knew exactly what to do. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she gently pulled his body towards her, putting Eren’s head into her lap. Stroking his overlong hair, she hummed a soothing melody, waiting for him to come back to reality.

It happened slowly. Minutes passed, more and more life coming back into his eyes, his mind returning from the subspace back to normal. Reaching out, Eren wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling himself closer until he could press his face into her stomach, just taking in her scent, breathing against her skin. She still had that leather harness around her body, and Eren was still collared, but there was time for that later. Keeping a rhythm going, she kept caressing him, giving Eren the privilege of choosing when he wants to move on. He would do that, but in time, now he was perfectly content with just resting on her thighs, having his head stroked and listening to her beautiful voice.

“Mikasa?”, he finally said after a long while, interrupting her melodic humming.

“Yes?”

“You’re a monster.”, a shaky inhale, “Those things you’ve done to me…”

That made her cringe a little bit, hand faltering where she was touching him. Did she let herself go too wild? Did she overdo it?

“I’m sorry, baby, was it too much?”

He rolled on his back, staring up into her worried face. Mikasa was biting her dark bottom lip in anticipation, unsure what to do, but her fears started melting away when a huge grin spread across Eren’s lips.

“You’re a monster,”, he repeated, “And I love you for it. This was….”

Honestly, he didn’t even know the words to describe what happened correctly.

“This was amazing, all that teasing, all those ruined climaxes…. When you finally allowed me to cum, it was an otherworldly experience, I blacked out for a short while. No joke.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed it is a weak word. I adored it.”, his eyes sparkled, “Just as I adore you, my queen.”

“You’re lucky that you are so cute.”, she said, booping his nose, “Otherwise I might have been forced to slap you for such cheesiness.”

“Really? And since I am that cute, what is going to happen?”

She pretended to think for a moment before snapping her fingers.

“Got it! I’m going to kiss you.”

Bending down, she pressed her lips against his, swallowing that laugh that bubbled from his chest. Soon, she was laughing too, and the kiss was messy and full of promise. When they stop kissing, Mikasa will finally strip from that harness, remove the choker from her throat and the earrings from her ears. Eren will let her unbuckle the collar from his neck and she will put it right next to hers, a nice set for the kinky couple that they were. They will take a long bath, massaging each other’s sore muscles and joking about what happened. After that, Mikasa will rub some cream into Eren’s ass and chest, easing the sting of the wounds he collected. With all that done, they will cuddle on the cleaned bed together, falling asleep in each other’s arms after whispering sweet nothingness just for the two of them to hear. Knowing that, it is better to just leave them alone for now, as it would be rude to trespass on such an intimate moment.

Wouldn’t it?

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