yucky bigbro choso and his two twin sisters brainrot
sry this layout kind of ugly will edit it and make it cute on pc later ^_^ maybe
MDNI & CW/TW incest, choso is very icky and out of character, he makes his sisters kiss :P, choso is maybe 24 or honestly whatever ┐(￣ー￣)┌ (age up to interpretation), his little sisters are 18 or 19 (or up to your interpretation)
choso has always been mildly strange to his peers.. nerdy, quiet, and awkward. assuming that his struggles to socialize, make friends, and get a girlfriend would change in as an adult, he decides to start searching for cute girls and people would want to be friends in other ways. this was difficult though.. so many stupid catfishes, people using him for money, people that don't match his level of intelligence or humor.. everyone was just lame.
this all made him so very bitter when it came to seeing others living their lives successfully by going on dates, having sex, going to parties. He had to jerk off to porn all the time, that sucked. at least two people managed to him feel better about his loneliness though, his two little sisters꒰♡ྀི꒱.
"it's okay choso - nii, do everything in your own time"
"we will always be here to spend time with you!"
"we love you, and you're so cool"
his sisters that are identical physically, bodily, and almost mentally have him at the center or their world. they idolize and admire their nii - nii so much, they don't know half of what he "goes through" but they do know that nii - nii is one of the strongest people they know. he's smart, funny, kind, and spends a lot of time paying attention to their likes, dislikes, and differences as twins. they are very sheltered girls who lack the skills to scoialize well, and are usually at home.. so choso is the only man they know after all..so seeing these small gestures were huge to them, and they always feel the need to repay their sweet big brother with kind words.
and choso loves his sisters just as much. they are his mental support when things get hard, he wishes he could stay with them forever, maybe even find a girlfriend just like them. but since thinking the phrase "girlfriend like them" his mind started to wander. it was all gradual from the start , but became a bit more obvious to him that what he was doing was just somewhat insane.
he started watching more porn but rather than one girl, it was two. then the girls he started watching would be shorter, younger, sweeter, shyer.. even having "similar" appearances to his sisters. and finally, he surfed the internet and could not find anymore content like the one he wanted. the amount of frustration he felt there was greater than when he couldn't find a girlfriend..
so on a random night when he gained confidence (random because if he planned this he would probably mess up bc he's stupid stupid dum dum here ), choso goes to his sisters shared bedroom has some small talk, asking about online homeschool and how it is for 18 year olds, new food they've tried, and what new trends are happening on social media, before flatly asking them, "have you two ever kissed before, is that something twins do?"
his sisters will admit that they're closer than most people, but they never have been intimate in any way.
"Then.. can you? please.. it'll make me so happy, you want to make me happy right". and they do want him happy.. so now, both twins are in their shared bed, kissing eachother with tongue, whimpering like little puppies while choso is trying to secretly rub at himself. he's never been so intrigued before.. he likes watching girls kiss, but his two sisters, holding eachothers hands trading spit shyly, crying and leaving wet spots in their matching pajamas.. it's only a dream come true. he doesn't even have to touch his dick for his legs to go weak from the sight and for him to quickly cum in his pajama pants. his twin sisters are happy that their big brother can be happy again, even if he gets a bit more bizarre with his requests each night.
hai i tried ples don't bully me I'm an autistic virgin and and and૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა
no but really I did try, i always open my heart to constructive criticism because outside of academic work I find it difficult to write for fun, I hope this wasn't too difficult to read. I'll probably edit out a few "you/yours" if I find any because I didn't really write from anyones perspective and it's a typo .ᐟ
cw: a/b/o verse, incest, dub-con, f!dom x m!sub dynamics, asphyxiation, lots of spit, spanking, kicking, body-worship, past scarring, mother!reader x son!caleb, implied past domestic violence, corruption, cunnilingus, mild blood play, creampie, marking, psychological abuse-ish, manipulation, mild-switch dynamics, not proof read, dead dove, tba
a/n: happy birthday my beloved @losermuse!! since the first part of this series was dedicated to you, it's only logical for me to gift this to you as a birthday gift fic since it's the second installment ;) hope you like how freaked out this is!!
>> meet the Xias (1) - papa knows best
Caleb's hatred for himself ran deep. deep in a way that made him avoid mirrors and flinch at the sound of his own name. he was a monster. it was in his blood, name, and eyes. but what he hated most was that lingering hurt and fear each time you looked at him. like he would do what that bastard did to you all those years ago.
"junior, honey...what are you thinking about, hm?"
you asked softly, stroking his hair. he knew you hated seeing him with that crease between his brows. said it'd make him look old, and that nobody would want an old grumpy man. but he knew better of course. the more lines and wrinkles he got, the more he'd start to look like him. but your hands were warm and soft against his scalp. it made all his worries melt away into a warm comforting puddle in the bottom of his stomach. as if he was still being breastfed honeyed warm milk straight from your chest.
"nothin' much. just work stuff. don't worry about it, ma."
he says, clenching his palm tighter around the metal around his neck. a dog tag with the word 'junior' on it accompanied by a small metallic apple. you told him it was because he was the apple of your eye. your sweet darling son who could do no wrong. but you both knew it was a way for your heart to stop sinking when the light hits his face in a way that made the past come hurtling back at full force.
you tutted softly, cupping his face. the warm smooth pad of your thumb gently rubbing the faint white line on his face. the one that was small, blending into his skin most days until he returns home from long missions with a tan.
"what work stuff? you know you can tell your ma anything."
you coaxed, letting your hands fall to take his weathered work roughened hands in yours. he gave it a squeeze.
"i know, ma...it's just been a long week and i've missed you."
he admitted, moving closer to you before enveloping you in an embrace. his arms snared around your waist and his chin rested atop your head. you could feel the soft lift of him inhaling your shampoo before he pressed his lips to your gray peppered scalp. you gently stroked up and down his muscled back before settling your fingers on the hairs of his nape.
"hon, did you grow taller?"
you teased, earning a weak chuckle from him.
"very funny, ma. it hasn't been that long...has it?"
he asked, pulling away slightly with eyes all wide and sad like a kicked dog. he was easy to poke and prod. always taking whatever you gave.
"no, junior. i was just joking. no need to be all sad now."
his response to that was to pull you close again, but this time he laid his head in the dip of your shoulder. breathing in as much of you as he could. your soft pheromones. a mix of warm apple pie and the lingering ghosts of his claim. Caleb's mouth watered at the thought of sinking his teeth into your skin so you'd smell more like him instead.
"okay sweetheart, you should freshen up and rest-"
you trailed off as you felt his fingers trace your neck. pad of his index dragging over the claim mark that had faded over many years. you resisted the urge to flinch and tug his hand away. you hated that thing. and then you felt it, the blunt press of his teeth against the mark.
"junior...honey...what are you doing?"
your voice was strained and your body stiffened. he didn't seem to mind, tongue tracing the mark as he inhaled and swallowed deep scents of you. you were so so addictive. you smelled like home and the only place he'll ever belong. he was frankenstein and you were his creator, the only one who'd ever behold him with love in their eyes.
"ma...i love you."
it came out as a sinful blasphemous groan as he lapped at your neck like a dog slobbering over a treat that it's being held back from. a type of love declaration no son should ever subject to their mothers. revulsion clouded your vision and you felt bile rise to your throat. this was disgusting and wrong and so unlike him.
you would know because you were the one who started it all.
—
it was his 21st birthday and he had taken a day off from his apprenticeship to come home and celebrate with you. the taste of apple cider sweet and stinging on your tongue in celebration of his coming of age for a drink. apple cider because you didn't want him to get heartburn or pass out on you so soon. but one drink lead to another and you found yourself leaning on his shoulder, cheek squished against the rounded bone. you didn't miss the way he stiffened before softening, turning to glance at you. the moonlight was soft from the windows, outlining his silhouette with a soft silver and making that scar just a tad more prominent than it usually was. his body was warm and flush and so...reliable. your sweet junior was all grown now. a man. who's absolutely nothing like that rotten piec of shit scum-
"ma? are you alright?"
his voice was soft, a little hoarse from the liquor that burned down his throat. his eyes were soft and disarmed as he looked down at your face. studying every crease, every line, and the signs of aging. his fingers reached up unsteadily to brush a greying hair out of your face, fingers ghosting over your jaw for a bit.
"you're still the most beautiful ever, ma."
and in that moment, it dawned on you. deeper this time. the way his face warmed, the way his hair fell in his distracted eyes, and the way his adam's apple bobbed sharply as he swallowed when his gaze flicked to the gap between your collar and your skin from the way you leaned on him. dilating pupils tracing the line of your bra strap.
he's a man and you're a woman.
so you did what men and women did in these situations. you looped a finger around his apple chain necklace, curling it around the metal before tugging him to you. your eyes traced his dilated gaze to his soft bite scarred lips. the telltale signs of a life lived with constant anxiety and fear for making you uncomfortable all for bearing the face of a monster. something he never chose. he was perfect. your perfect creation.
"oh junior...won't you give your ma a birthday kiss?"
your warm breath whispered against his lips. the way you looked right now, bathed in moonlight and shadows. a scene of temptation in that deviously thin sleep wear that highlighted the smooth pads and straps of your plain bra. one that he can envision you opting for to fit the role of maturity you had reached with age. the sliver of cleavage and your warm smell. a unique tantalising scent of liquor, apples, and home.
he leaned lower, a little shyly at first as he pecked a tentative kiss on your lips. it was sweet and almost innocent. too much so that you felt...annoyed. you held him in place by twisting his chain once more around your finger so he couldn't pull away before kissing him like a woman starved. your lips pressed against his, parting to slip your tongue against his. he froze, stunned that this was actually happening but his mental processing duration was the furthest thing from your mind. so much so that you reached up to squish his jaw open with your fingers to suck on his tongue.
and he just took it. like the good boy you've always known him to be. nothing like that monster. he was so perfect, whimpering and moaning softly as he kissed you back with an endearing amateurish clumsiness that made your heart swell. he was oh so dependent and needy. he wanted you. needed you. and so you found yourself kissing him deeper, even as your lungs burned and he panted and began to drool all messy against your lips. a point blank sign of his need to breathe yet restraint from seeming as if he was holding you back. when you finally pulled away, a long sticky string of saliva shone in the moonlight and his jaw was slick with spit.
he was a sight to behold. all panting and gasping with flushed skin and bangs sticking to his forehead from the intense humidity of the kiss you just shared.
and then you had taken his place on the couch and he had his face nuzzled against your thigh like a pathetic needy dog, whining and whimpering as your nails scratched in his scalp when you pushed his face back.
"what do good boys do when they want something, junior? use your words."
Caleb whined, needing to feel the soft silk of your skin against his face, to smell the sweet tangy musk from between the juncture of your thighs. his fingers clenched against the floor and he panted. fucking panted as he looked at you with teary eyes. from the angle of you pulling his hair to hold his face up, you could see his t-shirt clinging to his abs from the sweat, the way his hips trembled from how painfully hard he was against the shorts he always wore when he was home. you were pretty sure the tip was peeking through the waistband from how the stains on the hem of his shirt spread similarly to how precum would (you'd know from washing the occasional crusty sock beneath his bed).
"please ma. please let me unwrap my birthday sweets to eat. i promise i'll behave...just please ma..."
he looked like he was about to break out into an actual sob. so much so that you could almost imagine puppy ears appearing from beneath his soft dark hair. you spread your legs and slipped your panties to the side, baring your slicked cunt to his gaze. he swore he nearly came at the sight. you pushed his face to it.
"be a dear and eat your birthday sweets, junior."
you sighed breathily, settling lower as you let him feast on your long neglected cunt. he wasn't half bad. making up for his lack of experience with an eagerness that bordered on mania. he was licking your folds, tip of his tongue flicking against your clit as he nodded his head. he suckled on every drop, making lewd sounds as he buried his face deeper. it was so adorable. you moaned to encourage him, pushing his face deeper as if to drown him. you grinded your clit against his nose.
"ma...slow...down...hah- mff-"
you ignored his words as you continued to grind against his face.
"shh you said you'd be good, junior. stick out your tongue. all the way until your jaw feels tight."
despite his panting, he did as you asked. you smiled, stretching over to giv him a kiss on his scalp before wrapping your hands around his head. you started using his tongue like a toy. fucking your pussy on it and moaning louder. he had such a long tongue. definitely longer than his stupid dad's.
"ah junior...you're being such a good boy for ma, hm? hah-...you look so cute with just your eyes peekin at me."
you laughed breathlessly, before holding his face down as you came all over it. he blinked with effort as he tried to guzzle down every drop of his beloved mother's cum. you panted and let him pull back, watching as he panted and wiped his face with the back of his hand. his hair stuck out at odd ends where you had gripped his head and the front of his shirt and his shorts waistband dripped splurts of white from having cum from just being made to eat you out. it reminded you of how his father used to cum on your back or anywhere else when he didn't feel like 'making kids' even as you had begged him to love you entirely. how he had made you feel like nothing more than a baby making machine that he fucked on the side. god the mere thought of it made you seethe. what a waste of perfectly good and high quality alpha seed. your face twitched but quickly softened when you saw your poor baby looking at you with confused eyes that looked almost hurt from how you were giving a seemingly disappointed look.
"ma...did i do good? i'm...i'm sorry ma i'll do better- i-"
you shook your head and cupped his cum covered face before placing a soft peck on his lips, sticking your tongue out to lick off your own essence that had mingled with his spit.
"hush junior...you did so good my beautiful boy."
you tell him, stroking his wet bangs out of his face and rubbing his cheeks with your thumb.
"happy 21st, junior. you'll always be ma's best boy, won't you?"
—
now he was 24, lapping at your neck like some untrained fool. as if he was the one in charge just because he was taller, stronger, and a male alpha. absolutely disgusting. you felt rage coil in your chest as you yanked his hair back. he let out a stunned yelp, eyes immediately filling with confusion, hurt, and fear. he had went and gotten you pissed off. you hated impatience and dominance. he knew this so who the fuck did your stupid boy think he was?
"love? is this how you act when you love someone, Caleb?!"
he froze at the sound of his name spilling from your lips, a soft choked sound leaving his throat. you knew how much he hated that name and worst of all when it came from you. his sweet beloved angel of a mother who could do no wrong. his heart seized in his chest, guilt and sadness filling him with a weight that made his breath catch. oh god. no. no no no. how could he have made you so mad? he knew better than this. knew how to behave like a good boy. knew he was a good boy. he had discomforted and upset you. he was acting like that bastard who had failed you.
"ma i'm sorry!! please i'm so sorry!!"
he sobbed out, falling to his knees and hugging your leg. his tears soaked through your clothes as he whimpered like a kicked dog. a sorry wasn't enough for him to remember his place. no, you had to make sure. make sure that he will never, ever, again, remind you of what it felt like to be lesser.
you yanked him by the back of his head once more and ripped him off your leg, holding his face up and facing his glassy red eyes and flushed skin with your own scorn.
"stick out your tongue, young man."
he did so without a single millisecond of hesitation. pink tongue parting his lips as he sat there like a dog begging for a treat. the gall he had to look so hopeful. you gathered the spit in your mouth and spat it on his tongue. you watched him flinch as it hit the surface, forcing his tingue to cup it until your next command.
"swallow."
you say sternly, face only softening once his adam's apple returned in place.
"you know what comes next, right?"
"yes, ma. please hit me. i've been really bad."
he was crying again and it took all your willpower to not just slap him across the face for speaking unasked and trying to garner your pity and love after his disgusting show of disobedience.
you waited for him to lay his big bulky body across your lap. the metal of his dogtag clinking as it swung from his neck. naturally one would expect his full weight to be overwhelming and numbing if he stayed laid over your thighs for too long. but junior was ma's best boy. he'd always lay on it just right, shaking as he held himself up so that he wouldn't even crush you if he collapsed. you slowly looped your fingers into the back of his pants and tugged it down, exposing his cotton briefs.
"what do you do each time i correct you?"
you ask, tracing the swell of his ass with your fingernails, relishing in the way his shivering grew and his teeth tugged at his plush lips.
"count and thank you for- agh- e-each one ma."
his hoarse voice stuttered out as you gave his ass a firm squeeze mid sentence.
"smart boy, junior."
you found your heart softening as he shook and sweated in your lap. he really was a good boy after all. you tugged his boxers down and caressed his scarred ass from the last time he had pissed you off. the lines had whitened beautifully.
smack
"o-one! thank you, ma!"
he gritted out, body shaking. the sweat dripping down his body was soaking the front of his shirt that was pressed to your bare thighs.
smack
"two! t-thank you, ma!"
smack
"five! t-thank you, ma!"
"agh- f-fifteen! t-thank you- hrk."
when your fingers tugged on his dog tag, the vast contrast between the way you held it on his 21st birthday and tonight was not lost on him. especially when his voice choked as you twisted the metal chain around your fingers. he gasped, face turning even redder and eyes rolling behind a little. you watch his ass tense. the taut firm skinflexing the red handprints that had begun to darken on it, mirroring the stjngjng mumbness of your palm. you let go after a bit and he crashed to the ground on your feet, gasping. the bead like chain of his dog tag left a red line around his neck.
"t-thank y-you, ma..."
he whimpered, curling up on his side as soon as his burning ass touched the floor. you smiled at the sight, pushing him to roll over on his back with your toes.
"did you learn your lesson?"
his head hung when he got up, sweat dripping onto the floor as he panted. he nodded.
"use your words, junior. did you or did you not learn your lesson?"
he looked up with those large purple watery eyes of his, face curled into his small subconscious pout as he sniffled. his hands sought yours, kissing and licking your numbed palms like a dog licking a wound. discipline always hurt you more than it hurt him.
"yes ma. i'll never do it again. never let you hurt your hands because of me."
you smiled and all the remaining pain and cruelty you had showered on him vanished instantly if it hadn't already. you were his ma. his sweet, beautiful, loving, ma. the only one who would want and care for such a filthy disgusting monster like him. a rabid mutt with no control over himself when it came to treating her like the higher being that she was in his miserable life.
he loves you. god, he really does. and nothing could change that.
not even when you made him sit his sore beaten ass on the couch, naked. not even when you straddled him between the very legs that pushed him to life and looked at him with hungry eyes unbecoming of a mother. not even when you rucked your clothes over your body and bared the soft breasts that had fed him as a child and pushed his face to nestle between them. and definitely not when your fingers, cold and rough, gripped his cock to push against the very place he came from while your finger slipped the dampened cotton barrier aside.
you caressed his face gently, hearing him whimper as your weeping cunt ghosted over his straining swollen tip. the mix of his pre and your juices stringing like a sticky web of sin. you kissed his forehead softly, wiping his tears away so gently with the same hands that had left him scarred and hurting. you parted his lips and stuffed your fingers in his mouth, inhaling sharply as he sucked on it. wanting to swallow every bit of you in worship.
"you want this so badly don't you, junior? hm? you want to fuck your own ma so badly?"
he let out a soft moan as you curled your fingers in his throat, eyes tearing up again. he nodded eagerly. the image of unadulterated need for you as he swirled his tongue and moved to take more of your fingers down his throat.
"mmf ma...want'chu hmf sho bwad pweashe"
you smiled, stroking back his dark sweat slicked strands.
"oh baby, you're my favourite. always have been."
you cooed against his ear before nipping the lobe, relishing in the strained noises he makes from the effort he's putting into being a patient obedient son. Caleb felt his whole body short circuit into a blank and he bit back a loud groan when you finally sank your hips down on him. the ache in your bones was the last thing on your mind as his fat throbbing cock stretched you out. that vein beneath his shaft rubbing against the spongy spot within you that has you hissing. he was the embodiment of fillial piety in every way the phrase could mean. he was a pious son and he filled you up piously too.
"baby you make me feel so young- ngh- with how- hah- big you are...your old ma feels out of practice..."
you laugh breathlessly, a moan leaving your lips as he instinctively bucked into you. his fingers clenched into the couch fabric, knuckles whitened in a plea for you to allow him to touch you. you guided his hands to your ass as you began your torturously slow rhythm of bouncing on his dick once the stretch wasn't burning as much. in that moment, something in him snapped. consequences be damned, he needed to worship you until the both of you turned into a stain on that very couch. he began lifting you with ease and dropping you onto his cock over and over again, relishing in the way the sounds grew sloppier and your moans grew louder.
"ma you sound like a...mmf- like a slut- hah- when i make you feel good."
he grunted, fucking into you faster. your nails raked down his back as he closed his teeth around one of your pert nipples, sucking on it like he was feeding.
"l-language, junior!"
you scolded him shakily, head falling back as he continued to suck on your tits while pounding up into your old cunt. and then he pulled away from your tits and kissed you, teeth clashing against yours as he swallowed down each moan and cuss you slipped out. you were seeing stars as his tip bumped against your cervix, symbolic in a way a son would always find his way home. and then you felt it, his lingering around that faded mark from that person.
even after so much correction he was still that man's son after all. but how could you be mad when he was fucking his sweet old ma like his life depended on it? baring all the scars and marks you left on him like some sort of battle hardened soldier. your fingers squeezing around his pecs made him let out a grunt against your neck as he continued to tongue the ridges of your old mark.
"ma...s'not fair that you- hah- mark me all the time- leave your sweet smell all- ngh- over me...but i c-can't- fuuuckk."
there he goes again, swearing like an untaught young thing. you grasped onto his dog tag and twisted it again, satisfied as you hear his breath twitch.
"what do you say when you really want something, junior? what did ma teach you?"
you panted, pressing your foreheads together as you took the chance to start taking the lead again since he so eagerly forgot his place as soon as you let go of his leash a little.
"please let me mark you, ma...let everyone know you're not his anymore. can i please- hngh- mark you- hah-"
he grunted a hand reaching to tug at the tightening chain around his neck. one that the both of you knew you were looking forward to trace the purple of the next day. god he was so spoilt. he knew you loved him. more than you should, really. or maybe it was just his luck that you were currently cock drunk on the very dick you made as it bumped thay spongy spot deep inside you over and over again.
"y-yes! god you feel so good inside me, baby- haah-"
teeth sunk into the healed ridges, tearing through skin as he bit down hard. you felt your vision blur as he seemed to go even faster. the mix of stinging pain and numbing pleasure melting your mind into a slurry. you kissed your blood off his lip, biting down on his lower lip hard enough so that your blood would mix there too. now your blood was the same in every way it could be, blurring the line of man and woman and mother and son into one whole being of its own.
permissions didn't matter now. not when his hot cum shot in thick spurts, his tip curved perfectly against your cervix and feeding your womb, as he panted and whimpered in pain. filling the emptiness he left long ago with everything that you could take of him.
damp heaving pecs cushioned your head and clung to your hair as he caught his breath. work worn hands, warm and tender, caressed your back as he kissed your scalp.
"you wear my mark so pretty, ma. now it's just us. forever."
your lips tugged as you looked up at him, your sweet beautiful son. he flashed you a teethy grin, the very same one he did when he had lesser teeth. except now, your heart raced instead of warmed. he was the apple of your eye, still is, and nothing in the world could change that. nothing could taint the bond you shared, the love between mother and son.
HAI. apologies in advance i will be talking a LOT. so glad i stumbled across your work looking for shitty code geass memes bc i have been rewatching code geass and thank GOD someone recognized the crazy yan potential lelouch and suzaku have. i literally made a tierlist yesterday about the likeliness of each code geass character being yandere and those two freaks (affectionate <3) were at the top. they were one bad day away from being platonic yans with nunnally them actually being full blown yan for reader??? it’s over for you.
tbis being said lelouch and suzaku are so drop dead gorgeous (literally if lulu commands it /silly) and possessive i would readily be sandwiched between them. possibilities are ENDLESS. suzaku has already pulled on lulu’s hair and pushed him down to the ground in the show i so believe reader could join in and toy with lulu a bit,, or suzaku could spread your legs and lelouch could do what he wants with you,, or you and lelouch can overstim suzaku until he can’t think everyone knows he needs a break from his brain,,, endlesssss
anywyahs can i be 🐇 anon :3c
Ha! Guess this’ll be my first spicy post.
Though just so you know I’m going to focus on having the reader physically and metaphorically sandwiched between them since those are the dynamics that interest me the most.
Why? Cause I’m greedy that’s why! But the fact that you could easily split the focus and have these two men simultaneously into each other while also yandere for you if you wanted to is another reason why they’re peak.
And they are peak, never before in my life have I seen two characters with such strong potential for a yandere love triangle. You’re absolutely correct for having these two be at the top of your tier list because that have such strong yandere potential.
I think the reason why is because of a few factors that overlap. As individuals, both young men are deep in the morally grey spectrum with grand ideals but methods that leave a sour taste on the tongue. There’s also an argument to be made that neither of them are all that mentally stable to begin with, and that mental stability only becomes more and more fractured as the series progresses.
And that’s just them as individuals, together they’re far more intriguing. I’ve made a post about it here though so I won’t bore anyone by repeating myself.
A threesome between Suzaku and Lelouch is a dream come true! I want to make a fully realized one shot about them, but here’s a few ideas I’ve had for a while.
I’m open to different interpretations, but personally I’ve always seen both men as dominant in the bedroom. Including Lelouch, even if he’s not as physically strong as Suzaku. I just can’t see him readily filling a submissive roll, unless you asked him to that is.
The way I see it, both of them dominate you in ways that reflect how they’d dominate the battlefield.
Lelouch is a strategist and commander, he dominates with his brilliant mind. Control is the field in which he thrives. He doesn’t just want to have his way with you, he wants you to obey him while he does it. Come sit at his feet and let him put a lovely collar around your neck, suck him off while he holds the leash. That kind of obedience is rewarded, while disrespect is punished.
Most of Lelouch’s punishments involve things like spanking or edging. He’ll take you over his knee and make you count each strike across your behind, lose count and he’ll sigh and insist that he has to start over now.
Or he’ll finger you till your knees feel weak, but neglect to finish you off, leaving you dripping and wanting while he finishes some paperwork. All the while you’re not allowed to whine or touch yourself, forced to sit still and quiet while he busies himself.
But where Lelouch dominates with his mind, Suzaku dominates with his body.
Suzaku’s physically prowess is unquestionable, who else can outrun a turret or pull off a physics defying spin kick at a moments notice? That’s why when he has you in his bed, he won’t hesitate to use that body in order to make you submit.
It’s not a stretch to say Suzaku would manhandle you. You’re not hard for him to pick up or toss around, no matter what your size is, so he often ends up pulling you into whatever position he’s decided you’ll take it best. However, his absolute favorites are a mating press and prone bone.
The former because he likes being able to look into your eyes and kiss you breathless while he plows into you, and the latter cause he likes being able to put you in a headlock while he pins you to the mattress with his entire weight.
When Suzaku decides you need punishing, instead of driving you mad with too little stimulation, he’ll overstimulate the hell out of you. Suzaku has a hell of a lot of stamina, so he’ll drive you to orgasm after orgasm until you can barely think. And when you can’t walk the next morning, he’ll just say that you should’ve been a good girl for him.
The two young men also have some kinks that go hand in hand with each other.
For example, both of them like to tie you up or restrain you in some way. Lelouch defaults to using hand cuffs while Suzaku prefers red shibari ropes. The former will handcuff your hands above your head while making you ride him, while the latter will tie your thighs together and leaving you wide open for his tongue and fingers.
When they start ruining you together, they enjoy mixing and matching what kinds of restraints they use to keep you still and in place.
They also balance each other out with their praise and degradation kinks respectively. Suzaku is quick to pour on the praise, calling you beautiful and perfect and moaning about how good you’re making him feel. While Lelouch is more about degrading you, breaking you down so he can build you back up.
Together, they complement each other stunningly and even begin to run off on one another. Without even realizing it, Suzaku starts teasing you about how much you can take while Lelouch’s usual barbs start getting interrupted tender praises that make you feel worshipped.
Above all else they make you reaffirm who you belong to. They already know it’s them, but they want to hear you say it too.
Of course, once it’s all over and you’re throughly fucked out of your mind, they’ll wrap you in a blanket and shower you with praises and kisses and cuddle you between them deep into the night. Because they’re obsessed with you and there’s no greater pleasure than getting to become one with you.
each time satoru cums in you, you thank him. soft coos, whiny moans, incoherent babbles all carry the same chant of “thank you, thank you, thank you,” as you feel his hot, sticky load fill your pussy and cling to your inner walls. each time you thank him, and each time it makes him want to fill you up even more the next time.
it drives him crazy, fills him with an insatiable need to breed. to breed you, to make sure his seed takes. you’d look so cute as a mommy, and so pretty carrying his child—and, well, how can he not cum in you when you always show your gratitude so sweetly, and so vocally? it’s simply not possible. and so, he’ll stick to pumping you full.
one of these days, it’ll work. one of these days, he’ll have you round and glowing and swollen with his child.
"THEN I SUPPOSE I SHOULD GIVE YOU THE REAL THING!"
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Hush whispers were filling up your ears, trying to recognise whose voice it was as each of them kept changing from one to another, making it even harder for you to get the correct answer as none of them was anything you had ever heard before.
Slowly, you opened your heavy eyes as the whispers turned into silence — dropping alongside your heartbeat that went faster than before when your gaze darted from one man to another, dressing in formal attire except for the blonde in the middle one.
"You good, doll? Can you hear me?"
One of them called, placing his warm palm against your cold cheek and cradled it gently to see his eyes — there was no trace of warmth, but it was for sure that he looked worried about something before he took you into his arms and carried you to a black leather couch, placing couples of plush pillows behind your head.
"Doll, it's me, Ran — can you hear me?"
Ran kept waving his hand in front of you, brows furrowing in distress as the other man beside him let out a huff and turned back on his heels, kicking a broken, empty bottle of wine nearby — a muffled hiss made an escape from his lips as he threw head to the back.
He took a small walk around the room, taking a glance at you once in a while before tearing his eyes away from you then punching the wall in front of him for a few minutes before coming back to the couch, fresh blood oozing his knuckles.
"Rin, stop it. Try to call a doctor, we need to ensure her health and safety first."
Ran advised before Rin let out a huff and pulled a bubblegum-haired man with him outside, leaving you with Ran and the blonde man in casual outfit.
"Can you talk for me, doll?"
Ran looked at you in confusion as you gave him a short 'yes', looking even more in distress as you could see he was trying to think about something — one that's for sure involving you.
There was a small 'you won't like this' escape from the talk he made with the blonde haired guy as Rin went back into the room with a doctor, who looked like he was about to cry any minute.
"For the sake of the patient, I beg all of you to leave the room."
The doctor whimpered as all of them decided to leave the room, giving you one last look before the doctor ran some small tests on you and asked one of them to come in, explaining about your situation while asking about what happened to you last night before all of this happened.
Packing up his briefcase, the doctor told you that he would come to see you again in two weeks as the other guys went back inside — looking at Ran bewildered as he tried to explain your situation.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
The blondie hissed at Ran before made his way to you and started to shake your body like crazy, gripping on your upper arms tightly as his nails were digging deep into your skin, leaving crescent-like marks before Ran and Rin pulled him away from you, telling him to calm down first before approaching you again.
You were scared, hugging yourself as you realised the clothes you were wearing. It was a maxi dress with side slit and spaghetti straps with some dark stains covering the end of the skirt as you pulled it slightly and noticed a small tattoo on your left ankle, noticing the similarity it had with Ran's tattoo on his neck.
"Doll, can you recognise me?"
Ran snapped his fingers before pointing it at himself, then pointing at Rin and the rest of the group — looking disappointed as you kept shaking your head whenever he pointed at one and another, expecting it would be a different answer for one of them.
"Great, now we have ourselves a broken doll."
Sanzu, you presumed, sneered as you looked at him with confusion, trying to understand what he meant as he let out a laugh that was not reciprocated by anyone before he stopped and started to look in panic, walking to you with a forced smile.
"Sugar sweet, c'mon, make a remark like you always do. Prove me wrong. Throw a tantrum. Hit me. Anything, do something, I'm begging you..."
Sanzu rested his forehead against your shoulder, holding you close to him as Rin tried his best to pry him off as Mikey took your hand in his — eyes looking dead as he placed a kiss on your palm and helped you to stand up.
"Get someone to clean and fix this place, she'll stay with my brother and sister for a while until we know who caused this ruckus last night."
Mikey guided you gently as you scanned your surroundings. It was a luxurious penthouse, something you never imagined to step in. A crystal chandelier, polished white marble tiles, genuine leather and sandalwood furniture — the best of the best, thing that's only one of a kind.
"Princess, you might be confused with this whole situation, but I promise you that you'll be fine."
Mikey whispered into your ear as you stepped into a limousine, wrapping his arms around you for one last time as he let your hand go — watching you leaving his side for one more time as your car finally left his view.
It's been a week since you went to the Sano Household. Emma was especially kind to you as she made you warm, hearty meals almost every three to five times a day. Shinichiro, who kept asking you to call him 'Nii-san¹' everyday, would always take you to his workshop and let you help him to take care of the customers (which are mostly kids with their bikes) and enjoy some wagashi² with warm green tea when it's break time.
"Are you for real? You must eat, I don't wanna see you getting weak and sick."
Emma huffed, placing fists on her hips before placing a breakfast set in front of you. It was a grilled mackerel, warm rice with umeboshi³, miso soup with tofu & scallions, warm green tea and peach for dessert. It was all warm and fresh as you could see a faint smoke coming from the fish.
Shinichiro, on the other hand, asked for extra greasy pancakes and meat — saying he would work extra harder today since kids were currently having holidays. "Don't overdo, okay? I'll be going with Ken today, so both of you can find lunch and dinner outside." Emma hummed, looking happy as it was her weekly date with her boyfriend as he was always busy with his work and her with her study.
As you waved at Emma and Ken, you were sitting down on the porch, waiting for Shin to pick you up with his beloved bike and going straight to his workshop — watching a group of children looking happy and getting noisy when they noticed Shin, fighting which bike should Shin fix first.
"Alright, alright. Be patient, okay?"
Shin chuckled as he opened the workshop, hopping inside with the kids as you turned the board from 'Closed' to 'Open' and walked straight to the counter, taking out a jar of sweets before giving one to each kid and asked them to wait for Shin patiently while sitting down with you.
Sky finally turned orange-red and the last customer for today gave Shin a box of his favourite cigarette brand before leaving with his bike.
"How is it, kid?"
A smile tugged on his lips as a cigarette hanging off the corner, looking at you expectantly before turning into a pout when you turned away to close the shop.
"It's kinda fun, I like it whenever this shop is full."
You replied with a small smile as Shin pulled you against his chest, placing his hand over your stomach before pulling you to sit down on his lap at the inside with no eyes can catch both of you in here.
"Give me a kiss, sweets."
Shin whispered as he inhaled deeply and pressed his lips against yours, making your whole body go numb as the smoke filled your lungs and took your breath away.
Pulling away, he turned you to straddle him and let out a low groan as his hand went under your skirt, massaging your hips and ass with his calloused fingers.
The cigarette was finally finished and the smoke filled up the room as both of you looked at each other with half-lidded eyes, nothing but lust hiding deep inside when your hands started to open his pants.
"Shin."
"Fuck, pumpkin, you sound like a fucking sin calling me like that."
He bit his lower lip and watched you get on your knees, taking his tip into your mouth slowly and licking it as he wrapped his hand around your hair, pushing your head to the base as your nose tip hit his stomach.
"Ahh, you're always the best. My sweetest girl, hmm, yes?"
You nodded at his praise and started to play with his balls, eager for him to fill up your mouth with his warm seeds and clean him up, leaving no single drop before you swallowed all of it.
"Good girl. We'll have tonkatsu for tonight."
He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, enjoying his time with you as a pang of guilt inside him grew bigger each day — unable to tell you that it's not something a big brother was supposed to do with his little sister.
¹ : An endearing term for big brother in Japanese, usually used by children.
² : A traditional Japanese dessert, usually eaten with green tea. One of the most popular ones is cherry blossom mochi wrapped with its leaf.
³ : pickled plum, usually seedless and used as a topping for rice.
Your dainty hands began to type down the last page of revision for your boss, carefully looking at the corner of the monitor as a small '20:38' was trying its best to remind you of the due; hoping you can submit your work last minute before the deadline in less than half an hour.
As if your body received another injection of adrenaline and caffeine from a sip of this god-awful coffee, cursing at anyone who gave you this before submitting your finished paper and clocking out right away; cursing at your boss inside your head before realised how free you were now since tomorrow would be your last week as their (underpaid and overworked) intern.
"Lola, Lola, hmm,"
You hummed along the way back to the apartment, holding your bag tightly in your hand as you could see how crowded it was; numerous people flocking around to hold each other close while you had decided that spending another night of reading Bloomic's latest chapter might be a best go-to.
After a refreshing shower and a can of cold drink in your hand, no one could stop you from reading your only coping mechanism to postpone the upcoming dread of existential crisis you shall face one day; well, 'or so' you thought.
As you decided to take a break and looked around for cute ships on Twitter, a post caught you surprised since it was your first time reading it ever.
"Huh? A discord server for Bloomic?"
As if you were in trance, your finger began to hover around to click the link and there you were, inside the server as Bloombot barged you around with a few questions then let you go to the wild '#general' with some unread messages related and directed to you.
"Oh, wow, what is this,"
You muttered under your breath, standing up from your position to turn your PC on and drinking down the rest of your drink; fingers hovering over the keyboard as your eyes were trained to reach each message carefully by greeting each one of them personally, thinking it'd be the best instead of being vague and whisk around nowhere.
Your eyes lit up at a comment this one account made, claiming you could call him Xyx as each one of them began to introduce themselves including the mod aka Quest; a sweetman who reminded you of warm cinnamon roll and spiced latte in the late autumn.
"'wanna call?' man, this mod is friendly for sure."
You agreed to his invitation since some members were busy with their own stuff on other channels or going idle for a moment to sort life out in real life.
Clicking on the voice channel, you tried to find your headphones for a bit before going back to connect it with your PC; not realising that your camera was on this whole time and Quest's cheeks were in fire when he got a good look of your appearance.
Sitting inside a modern chic room with few decorations, he could see a young woman wearing a flimsy sleeping dress as her hair was draped over her shoulders; looking around for something nearby her desk before going back to the call and made contact with his eyes.
"Oh, hi!"
He smiled, reaching his ears while his arm was seen resting on top of the table; giving you a view of a tattoo covering his limb before you returned the smile, giving him a slight wave before disconnecting your headphones and taking it off from your head, feeling pissed as the lack of sound it provided.
Quest began to introduce himself, looking away once in a while as he explained how the server worked and expected how everyone would act from now on, stating the Bloombot could get confusing for him sometimes to control around.
"Thank you for looking after all of us, Quest. I feel so happy that you're here with me."
A small and appreciative sentence that rolled over your tongue smoothly, almost giving Quest a small heart attack if it wasn't for his hand gripping on his desk; trying his best to calm his heart beat and dizzy head, almost getting drunk from all those praise you threw at.
"God, angel. If it's for you, I'd for sure throw everything away and run straight to you."
You listened to him carefully as your cheeks were heated up, almost gaping at his words; hoping that he'd stop striking you away with these comments before you could actually start to combust due to him.
As he looked at your face through the screen, he made a hope for once after a while. A hope to see you in real life, gazing into his eyes and threading his fingers between yours — away from his boss, coworkers and Bloombot, that always goes hard with its censorship.
"Well then, angel. I suppose I should call it a night now, you look tired. Can't have you sleeping on me, yes?"
A deep chuckle escaped from his lips, making you break the eye contact and look away to suppress your embarrassment; wondering if the call was supposed to be like this or you were overthinking over such a small nickname.
The night finally had its grasp around you and lulled you to a state Quest finding you look cutest for tonight.
Your head was resting against your arm on the desk, looking up to see him with your half-lidded eyes and pursed lips; trying to fight the spell moon had cast over you.
"Sleep well, angel. Have a good one for me, yes?"
"Hey, intern, we need you here! Come fast!"
Your black pumps stumped against the concrete floor almost hurriedly, giving you a cramp since today had been quite hectic and a worker had asked you to cover her shift for today since she had an emergency issues at home.
You went forward and back, running around the office with fresh prints every minute and placing it on everyone's cubicle; double take each of them to make sure none was left out and let out a sigh as it was finally lunch hour, a time for you to take a deep breath and give your poor calves a massage.
Sitting at the cafeteria, you watched a long line of workers and decided to take some time to sip on iced milk tea with boba and cream on the top; understanding how good it was and perfect for Lola's exhausting life, running around and facing life-changing moments on almost every chapter.
"Angel?"
You looked up and met a pair of brilliant blue eyes staring back at your eyes, not expecting to find him out of everyone to meet you at the cafeteria here. As if he was asking for permission to sit down with you with those eyes, you gave him a nod before holding out your hands to take the tray from his hand, placing it on the table as he sat down in front of you.
"Um, hi."
You flashed him a small smile, eyes' corners slightly crinkled with some sweat beads went past over it. He looked down for a minute, not returning your smile right away like last night and instead taking out a handkerchief, dabbing it over your forehead.
"Sorry, you look tired and I— I can't, y'know,"
He stuttered over his words, eliciting a warm laugh from you as you wrapped your hands around his wrist and putting it down gently before sending him another shockwave in his lane with a small 'thank you'.
Apparently, Quest had been working here for a while (preferably almost five to six years) at the marketing section as a salesman and almost rarely leaving his cubicle, enjoying most of his time inside including during lunch time due to endless works.
You could see he tried to muster it up and play it off as a small joke, but the darkening circles under his eyes and fine lines around them couldn't fool you. Quest was for sure tired and never got enough rest after he started to work here, barely hanging on the thread.
"Can you work on them home, Quest?"
"Yeah, but, I'd rather not, you know?"
"How about going to my place tonight? I'll help you out."
Quest might have started to call you 'angel' because your eyes always glowed in his eyes and whenever he listened to your voice, it felt as if, everything was worth it and he's willing to stay up late at night and finish all his works before eight so he could have you all for himself until time for him to clock out.
But, this?
It took him aback and he was basically a stranger, one that you could always walk past and forget in a week; but, why would you offer him such a suggestion? Working here was already tired enough and he would feel bad for taking up so much of your free time at home.
Alas, here both of you were, spending time with you after finishing his total workload until next week in less than eight hours; pushing each other's capabilities until it reached its limit before Quest slumped down in his seat while you were half-asleep against the bed, letting out a small giggle when you got caught red-handed staring at him.
"You look tired, angel. C'mere,"
He spread his legs open and put a hand on his right thigh before realising what he was doing, straightening his back with panic written all over his face. As you walked in his direction, you put your hand over his chest, trying to calm him down before sitting on his lap — resting your cheek against his left chest as your legs were over his right leg, smiling slightly when his hands began to massage them gently.
While it wasn't supposed to be a shock for you, having Quest to be in your real life was still a surprise. He was tall and bulky with broad shoulders, yet the way he talked and brought himself reminded you of a small raccoon after getting a food.
"Ah, yes, Quest, right there"
You moaned close to his ear, noticing your feet were feeling better than before since you took off those pumps; cursing at the company's requirements to have you wear black pumps with heels above five centimetre and below fifteen.
Quest started to feel embarrassed again just like before at the cafeteria, touching his warmed up cheek with the back of his hand before looking down to see you in the eyes; lips hovering and lightly brush each other when you could feel his breath started to get heavier.
"May I?"
He cupped your cheek, cradling you closer to his side before he pressed his lips against yours; humming at the combination of sweet taste of your drink and chapstick, placing his other hand around your waist to pull you closer and sit down on top of him, knees hitting again the seat in the process.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and then went down to his chest, using it as a leverage to deepen the kiss; humming slightly as you could feel him starting to get hard under you.
You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, asking for silent permission before taking off his tie and shirt; after giving you a small nod, you took off your shorts and his belt, slightly fumbling before he blew out his signature laugh, giving you a small comfort and reassurance before shifting your eyes back to his face.
"Fuck, angel,"
His hands were both on your waist, tightly gripping on the soft skin as you began to grind your hips against his; sucking on a sharp breath when he began to lower you down, making a direct contact with his clad one.
"Take your panties off, sweetie. Let daddy do the rest for you, hmm?"
He brushed his thumb against your cheek, sensing a slight nervousness as you put your panties away and Quest began to do something similar; hand not leaving your side when you went back to align yourself with him, giving you some time adjusting to his size as the tip had slipped inside.
Your hands were still on his chest, depending on it as a leverage while his other hand was right behind your back; keeping you steady and close to him, making the older man feel in cloud nine when you looked at him with those eyes — begging for him to take control and let you watch how everything unfolded.
It didn't take long for him to lose control of himself, slamming your hips down even though his thick, fat head was already hitting the deepest part inside you minutes ago; not giving you any space to breathe and making your hips bouncing on his, covering his whole length with your slick before slamming it down again.
"Never knew you'd be so tight, angel. Scared?"
You whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders while he treated you like a fleshlight; ignoring your pleas to go easy, as if he knew that if he stopped right now, you'd probably beg to go like this — all messy, sticky and drunk on his cock; boosting his confidence on rewarding you for tonight.
You might have hoped he would ignore your clit for tonight, but, it was Quest; he would never forgive himself for not paying any attention to every inch of your body, leaving one of them ignored. And thus, he began to draw a small circle around your clit, eliciting a ripped scream from your throat as you made a mess over his lower stomach and length; a white ring forming on the base as he kept thrusting his hips against yours, overstimulating you in the process.
"Angel, do you want me to cum inside?"
"Yes, don't worry about it."
He watched your eyes rolling to the back, sweaty skin slapping against each other and then spreading your ass with his hands, giving him a chance to angle himself better before a thick rope of his cum filled you up to the brim; forming a small bump on your stomach as Quest rested his hand and put some pressure on it, letting his cum oozing out your folds.
"This is one way to end the day after our first meeting this morning, eh?"
carlos oliveira is the type of guy to date the losers/freaks who everyone else avoids because deep down he has an embedded saviour complex of sorts and the way you sniff at and lick his dick through his boxers drives him genuinely crazy.
